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pollylynn · 1 year

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Title: To Tremble

WC: 900

“I don’t blame you for running.”

—Kate Beckett, Sucker Punch (2 x 13)

She is not just tall, she cuts an imposing figure. She has to. Not for her people. Not any more. But even within the walls of the twelfth her people constitute a fairly exclusive group. There are plenty of not-her-people ready to question her—to challenge the authority of the too young, too pretty, too full of herself, too . . . whatever to be in her position. There are plenty of not-her-people in the building, out at crime scenes, sporting manacles or stick-on guest badges who need terrifying, and she has answered the call. Since the day she donned the uniform, the day she clipped on the gold shield, she has been more than up to the challenge of being sufficiently terrifying.

She has never—not once—stopped to consider the question of collateral damage, of who it is she might be accidentally terrifying. The murder of Jack Coonan—the permissible homicide, as the ruling comes down, of Dick Coonan—shout out a host of answers to questions she has never—not once—thought of asking.

She has terrified Lanie. Her best friend. The woman who scoffs at the idea of taking no for an answer or dealing with any of Kate’s avoidant, hunkering down, brooding bullshit. The woman who drags her or, failing that, shows up with DVDs, an overnight bag, and copious amounts of wine when all effort at coaxing her out of her apartment have failed. She has managed to terrify that force of nature into absolute silence, at least as far as the topic of her mother’s murder goes. She has cut a figure so imposing that Lanie feels the need to bring a stranger for back-up. No, more than back-up. She brings along Clark Murray to act as the heavy, opting instead for soothing monosyllables and simple touches, all of which Kate rejects in her continuing quest to terrify.

Perhaps worse—if there is a worse. If there can be a worse in a situation that feels like nothing but superlatives, she has terrified her Captain into a state of managed expectations when it comes to her. She has, through her ferocious silence on the topic of her mother’s murder, conveyed the message that she is not up to anything even adjacent to that trauma. She has unwittingly manufactured a situation in which the man feels compelled to offer her a hit of the hard stuff—compelled to take something far larger than a nip of his own—before he can even broach the subject of whether or not she is able to do her job in this instance.

She has even managed to terrify his mother. Martha Rogers, that fearless diva of divas, can hardly manage a quaking truth-or-dare hug before she feels a deep-seated need to whisk her wordless granddaughter away to safety. She’d like to laugh at that one. She’d like to view it as a moment of much-needed comic relief in the midst of this saga, but there’s a ferocity in Martha’s silence, too. There’s a warning about taking this performance too far, about hurting her son a second time, regardless of what he did, what he deserved, what transpired. There's a warning in it that she wishes she didn’t need.

And there’s him.

There is nothing accidental about how she has terrified him. The fear of God ranks well below fear of her when it comes to her mother’s murder. Nothing could be clearer to the both of them, and it’s a painstakingly clear and deliberate state of affairs. And yet he meets her boldly, if gently, when she shows up at his home for the first time since their estrangement. He meets her with clear eyes and an open heart, vowing that he will follow her lead, even if that lead sees them sinking to the floor, hiding out in closets the size of one-bedroom apartments, building a comforter fortress and downing a fifth of scotch.

He is terrified. There is no doubt about that. But the terror makes no difference. The terror makes all the difference.

He is not terrified of her. He is terrified of her absence. He is terrified that they will—through his clueless, impenetrable self-confidence, through her rote performance of a role she has had to play for just shy of a decade—lose one another again.

It’s a mutual loss. It has been a mutual loss. It could, again, be a mutual loss hereafter. She sees that for the first time when he arrives with his parting gift, which he spreads across her desk, narrating every aspect of the culinary loot with a fearful energy that say he knows what comes next—what each of them must say if even the briefest silence falls between them.

Even since she’s taken him back, she’s been in the habit of thinking of the loss as something perfectly one-sided: His transgression, his loss, the end. But he says out loud that he’s through, and it’s a formality. The terror has been rising in the back of her throat the whole time, and she understands—she understands at last—that the loss was always mutual.

She doesn’t run from the knowledge. She tells him not to run. She lets him know she’s counting on the fact that he won’t. And still, the possibility that he might, that one or both of them will screw this up again—it’s terrifying.

A/N: This was supposed to be about echoes from Flowers for Your Grave (Dick Coonan "reads" her story in her face; Castle gets taken hostage at gunpoint), but then it turned into a Sondheim thing? Beckett IS a terrifying and imposing figure.

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renegadesstuff · 3 months

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“I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun.” 🥺🤍

S2E13, “Sucker Punch” aired 14 years ago (January 18, 2010) 🤍

#castle #kate beckett #caskett #richard castle #beckett and castle #castle and beckett #beckett x castle #castle x beckett #castle series #castle rewatch #castle edit #castle season 2 #2x13 #14 years of sucker punch #castle anniversary

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nikki-rook · 10 months

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I'd like you around when I do

#the things they admit so early on to themselves and to each other is just freaking ridiculous #and then the writers have the AUDACITY to put them and us through hell and make us WAIT #but I think it was wroth it yeah?#2x13 #sucker punch #castle #abc castle #caskett #kate beckett #castlegraphics #richard castle #nathan fillion #stana katic #castle tv show #season3

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calliopetrichor · 2 years

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ep 35 princess and the bastard literally most episode ever

#i forget how fucking good it is but i’m relistening and seriously it is one of the top 10 c1 episodes for SURE #murph’s awesome imagery for frostwind and the castle #the intrigue… the plot hooks… the fancy outfits… hardwon and gemma the emotional beats… actual sucker punch at the end #naddpod #fucking love this show #also crying laughing at beverly restoring the cold dwarf with hemorrhoids

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castle-dominion · 10 months

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c2x13 condensed post

Ok cuz I’m sure that’s how it works. Blood dripping from the ceiling? Not noticing it in your paint? not getting a gradual increase in the colour of your paint when the blood was slowly dripping in?

I own a boat! XD XD XD XD Johnny Vong this is hilarious & I love it but ryan is so dumb to fall for it like bro my dude girl come on (also apparently ryan's warm milk with honey really does help him sleep)

Ryan come on don’t fall for it

F yeah! As a Métis fiddler, uh 100/10 to celtic fiddlers. You deserve the world. I know that we have a lot of french/french canadian in us, but dang the scots & irish had the right idea & I’m so glad we took after them too.

As a Métis folk catholic, 10/10 to irish catholics. You deserve the world.

Yayyyyy Gil Mazzaro again!

Poor Lanie, she has to be the one to find out

Ryan seriously at work?

Wow that’s lowkey xenophobic but I’m glad he included texas

I’m honestly kind of sad it was sexy beckett. Ryan totally should have been the one to cut it open & give it a taste, he’s the ex-narcotics detective.

Ok walking on glass? Yes you want to be slow. Walking on coals? You want to run.

KR: & which boxes contain the secret path to financial independence. He says, while stroking the CD case GIRL WHAT YOU CAN’T BE THAT GULLIBLE THIS IS CULT STUFF BRO DON’T EVEN LOOK AT YOUR SHOES ARE YOU INSANE THIS MAN HAS YOU HYPNOTIZED LIKE MY DUDE YOU ARE ON A MURDER INVESTIGATION this is the best B plot ever. At least Esposito threatens to pepper spray him SHUT UP SHUT UP you’re just embarrassing yourself more, my dude, of course it is a scam, you literally already know it is a front for a drug smuggling company

I love Roy Montgomery.

I decided to text my dad because of this episode

I mean like yeah at least this gang is… preventing drug addiction? (& then in future episodes we have smth up with detective slaughter in like what s4? & then we have fenton oconnell in s5, & while finn rourke's gang prevents drug addiction bobby s's gang causes it)

Dick coonan. He’s surprisingly diplomatic

That’s a lot of dough

Esposito’s got a nice jacket tbh! also a nice gun & like they pushed down an old man so ew but still: fashionable

Captain just shoot the guy without revealing your position to like maim him or smth. Btw that’s a lot of blood, it takes time to get out. Like bro??? What is even going on?

At least she used the back of her hand to push her hair out of her face rather than her bloody hands.

Ok so it took me a bit less time to watch this episode, only an hour & 15 minutes. Last ep it took about 90 mins. Of course during both episodes I took a break, once to read smth another time to watch a video my dad sent me

#castle 2x13 #castle 2x13 spoilers #rathborne/Dick Coonan #castle s2 spoilers #castle 2x13 quote #plot heavy #sucker punch #the dick coonan episode #the irish mobster episode

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simplyreveries · 3 months

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Dorm Leaders watching their S/O beat up someone that shit talked them. And they do it without a scratch and walk off to them like nothing happened, and the only reason why they noticed was because of some blood on their uniforms

riddle rosehearts

the look on his FACE when he sees you straight up sucker punch someone for calling him names, most likely some student in his dorm telling him off frustrated and badmouthing riddle to their friends. he was speechless??? like??? he quickly regains his composure and manages to have you and the other (more so you) back off before anything more happens and it escalates. he may even temporarily use his magic on you two as a swift warning.

riddle will remove it once the student is gone and scold you for doing and resorting to such violence… though yes it was good that you had, good intentions with him and mind he’ll huff and tell you that is not how to do it! he’ll end up rambling in a flustered moment after having that happen and because out of defense? he's never felt that before or had someone to do that for him really.

he’ll ask and wonder if aces stubborn and fighting tendencies are rubbing off on you, he’d know as he GOT hit by him before. he’ll exclaim and be like “I told you, dear, they're a bad influence on you tsk..!” hehehe. he makes an effort to keep you strayed and quickly moved away if some situation like this occurs, especially after knowing just how far you are willing to go for him… after he’s gone on long enough to you about how that wasn't a good idea, you swore you could've seen a hint of a smile on him.

leona kingscholar

leona is used to hearing some sort of snarky hushed comments about him from other students, thinking he doesn't have such a keen sense of hearing, at times. he really could care less and mostly likely will not be caught thinking about it even later on. there were times where maybe yes, they would sting him slightly but that was when he was younger and, in the castle, hear comments regarding him and his place beside his brother. once again, he has gotten used to these kinds of things and finds it rather pointless to dwell on. he doesn't want to pity himself.

but… you are kind of the opposite when to him and he actually is genuinely shocked for once when he sees you getting personal and physical with some random octavinelle student that made some snide comment about him. leona had always known that you had an overprotective and forward flare to you— hell he loved that about you, but he actually was not expecting that one bit.

he will grab your arm and stop you from going any further from terrorizing this poor student, he’ll grumble what “an idiot” you are for getting yourself into such a mess, for a mere comment towards him. he’ll have some smirk on his face, he doesn't seem to be taking this seriously one bit.

azul ashengrotto

like leona he has had to learn to “toughen up” and learn to ignore them (though he does most likely take them to heart at times) he holds his front and persona ever the same remaining unbothered and frankly ignorant. he is quite used to others talking poorly especially as his reputation is poor among various students haha. but he doesn't seem to care, he is quite happy to see his business grow actually.

azul seems a little taken off-guard when you start a whole fight with not one but a group of students??? l mean, most violence he is used to is from the twins to some student who’s defiant to fulfill or deal with the effects of their deal. when he is past the initial surprise, he stops you and tells you to only ignore them, azul will claim its foolish to engage. he tries to keep a fake “oh terribly sorry about that...” to the students to make sure they won't do anything. if something were to happen though because you decided to pick a fight out of his defense, he could always send someone like floyd, not you!

not going to lie though, moving away he did feel a sense of pride knowing that you're someone that's so willing to go such lengths for him, not to mention, he's impressed. you’ll still find him going on and telling you that you shouldn't be doing that, it could lead you into some larger mess with other troublesome students. but he’ll chuckle and tell you he finds it endearing.

kalim al-asim

kalim is pretty liked for the most part by other students and his dorm, minus the whole fiasco that happened during his chapter. he is just the kind of person that wants to be able to get everyone's approval and he’ll stubbornly keep being persistent. however, in a school like nrc where they're so many people the opposite he is bound to get annoyed, mean comment from someone. SO, when you decide to take that extra personally, he is so??!! he is not one for violence like ever...

after he sees how willing you are to defend him by literally fighting the student, he absolutely will quickly get in between you two and stop the situation before it even begins to escalate, trying to make light of it all with a nervous smile and laugh, he doesn't want to see you or the other person fighting!

he'll look over you all worried, he doesn't want you or anyone to be hurt, especially on his own behalf. he just has this shocked and bewildered expression as he does so, like he is flattered and thinks it's nice that you care for him but not so aggressively! haha.

vil schoenheit

this man is a celebrity…. words do not affect him. he is really used to comments online but also around him during his school life, though he is surprised there are some so bold to be expressive about their thoughts of someone like him. he doesn't think much of them, at most shooting them some glare or even an unamused look from him. if he’s particularly stressed or upset about something beforehand he won't hesitate to throw his own comment as well.

he is shocked but carefully removes you before things get any sorts of serious after you decide to start that. the last thing he would want is for you to be hurt in some sort of silly reason, as he doesn't seem to care about what others think of him. if anything, vil would only be more concerned about you than that unpleasant student. he does know quite the temper and stubbornness you can get; he’ll move you by the arms away if he has to.

vil would look like he is frustrated but his face is just painted with concern for you— he’ll stubbornly bring you to his room and make you sit down in front of his vanity, leaving the student way being (frankly surprised that you decided to sucker punch them for talking ill of vil). vil will carefully tend to your hands, shaking his head. he’ll kiss your knuckles when he’s done, get your uniform cleaned and warn you not to do something like that again!

idia shroud

if idias feeling mean back (most of the time) he’ll probably just do something scummy to the person online and call it a day. but at the end of the day, he avoids people like the plague, so this happening is rare— he isn't exactly the most confrontational person either, unlike you who willingly get into the student's face getting slightly physical about to jump in and defend your boyfriend. that is until the student runs off.

he freezes and pauses for a moment, really unable to stop staring at you as the whole situation unfolding in front really trying to register what you just did. then he would give off his weird little snicker and giggle, after witnessing the whole thing, he finds it amusing that you're able to do that to some student, knowing you're a human— the magicless one yet you're able to do something like that for him??

honestly, he loves it, you've opened his eyes and made him realize that he is definitely attracted to that lmao. yet he groans when you go on and still fired up about the student, he’ll tell you it's too much of a trouble to do these kinds of things.

malleus draconia

he is quite used to hushed whispers and looks from passing students, though it is discouraging because he doesn't want that from others— there's another part of malleus if he's upset or feelings particularly spiteful for it… he could get really intimidating himself, no doubt about it, if he really wanted to. he never does anything too bad, but he sometimes messes with others if he is in the mood. at the end of the day though, he is used to sebek quickly charging up ready to defend his honor at any moment of the day and telling him calmly to let them be.

nevertheless, he is genuinely surprised when you suddenly are willing to fight people literally for him. he finds it entertaining at first but then when he realizes you're being serious and get tough with a particular student he's like OH. with the quick move his hand, he’ll quickly move you and pull you away with some magic and prevent you or the student form doing anything else.

he’ll have some amused look on his face, as he remembers the face on the student when you were about to swing at him. as he lightheartedly scolds you for being so rough and doing something that could end with you getting hurt.

#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #dorm leaders x reader #not proof read !!!!!!#tw: violence

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felice-jaganshi · 28 days

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 9

“Oh… I- I forgot to tell them you're- wah!” He was suddenly yanked away by Mammon!

“She's a fucking angel!” He screamed. Tex hid Bee behind him and even Ozzie was trying to keep Fizz from you. Satan growled and came forward.

“Were you sent by heaven to fuck with him further?! Wasn't banishing him punishment enough, now you fuckers have to break his heart too?!”

You're shaking like a leaf, crawling away from the demon you consider a friend literally minutes ago. “I'll fucking kill all of-” this time he's the one cut off, as Lucifer sucker punches him in the jaw. You can see mammon behind him holding his gut in pain. Next thing you know, you're in Lucifer's arms and his wings are wrapped around you. His horns are out, as is his tail and his eyes are reversed in color.

“Not today Satan. Or ever. Calm the fuck down .” He roared the last word, and you felt the power of it in your whole body. This was the king of hell heaven told you to fear.

Bee spoke next, “But Luci, She's…”

“An angel? Yeah, I've known that since day one when she fell. She's like me okay?! Adam himself pushed her out, and she lives here in hell now. With me. I just… I didn't tell any of you because I knew you'd judge her and freak out before you got the chance to know her like I do.” They all still look at you nervously, and it's heartbreaking. These are your friends, and they're afraid of you. You're about to cry, when Fizzarolli makes his way out of Ozzie's arms and runs to your side. Lucifer eyes him and Fizz holds up his hands, approaching slowly, before smiling at you and pulling out a handkerchief, and another, and another, and- yes it's a string of infinite handkerchiefs coming from the pocket of his swim trunks. It makes you chuckle a bit from the absurdity of it, and he smiles.

“Hey hey, there's that laugh. So you're not my favorite sinner anymore. You're just my favorite angel now!” He smiled fondly at you, making sure you know, that you really know he's not afraid of you. Your tears fall anyway and he's quick to dry them with one of the handkerchiefs. Lucifer smiled, glad to see at least one of your friends has some sense in them. Slowly, the others start to come around, realizing they fucked up.

Bee and Ozzie are both the first to hug you and Lucifer both and start apologizing over each other. Satan and Mammon are next to offer nervous embarrassed apologies, and Levi just quietly says his sorry without much fanfare.

You accept all the apologies and finally everyone relaxes and the energy is back to what it was before. But there's a slight tiredness to it all now. Everyone is ready to go home back to their ring and process everything that's happened.

“Hey, how about we make these meetings a yearly thing, rather than every 100 years?” Lucifer suggests, and everyone seems to immediately perk up at the idea.

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You're back in the castle now, back in warm comfy clothes, just hanging out in Lucifer's workshop on the couch he'd put in there recently for you two to just chill sometimes. There's a slightly awkward tension in the space between you… He places a hand in that space, waiting to see if you'd reach out to him. And you do. You take his hand, and you put it around your shoulders as you snuggle into his side like you used to “as friends” just yesterday.

You feel the relief wash over him as he pulls you in close and kisses the top of your head.

“So, that was fun.”

“Yeah, it was. I like the idea of making that a yearly trip too.”

“Yeah… I um… So Charlie is really okay with this? You talked with her already from the sound of the others?” He sounds so nervous, but his hand is rubbing your arm, and playing with the hem of your short shirt sleeve. It's soothing.

“Yeah, she and I spoke about it a while ago. She just wanted me to promise I'd never hurt you. And I won't. I'm making the same promise to you, I'll never hurt you. Not on purpose.” You amend the last part in because, well, everyone makes mistakes. You know you're not perfect, but who in hell is?! Or heaven for that matter!?

“I meant it when I said I love you too.” He said suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts. “I know I'm not the easiest person to love… I have a lot of issues. Depression, social anxiety, adhd, just to name a few.” He sighed, “It won't be easy to be my girlfriend. That's probably why Lilith got sick of me. My issues just got worse over time.”

You kiss his cheek, “Those aren't deal-breakers for me Luci, you've got so many amazing traits too. You're creative, a loving father, you're witty and charming, you put 120% into the things you care about! Your passion and care is beautiful, and speaking of beautiful, I haven't even touched on how handsome you are. And you're so affectionate and gentle and-” You're cut off by a kiss.

It's warm and passionate and he pushes you back on the couch, his hands on your waist.

After a moment he pulls away, his voice low and warm, “Sorry, but if you keep praising me like that, I'm gonna have to show you why I'm the Lord of the Pride ring.” He then slides his thumb over your lower lip, “Heh, look at that, a kiss and a few words and you're redder than my wings. It's a nice color on you. Hey, how about we make out in the duck pile?”

………

And with that you can't help but groan, “That… is the least sexy place we could make out.”

He throws his head back and laughs! “Yeah, but it'd be fun! Come on, trust me, I'll even let you sit on my lap.” He got up and offered you a hand, “Come on~ my little apple, I won't bite.” He flashed a grin of his sharp teeth. “Unless you ask very nicely. ”

#hazbin hotel #fallen apple #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #lucifer x reader #fizzarozzie #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss beelzebub

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coyohte · 13 days

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You like that? | From Castle Season 2x13: Sucker Punch 👊

#castle abc #castle tv show #castle #kate beckett #stana katic #richard castle #nathan fillion #castle and beckett #caskett #tv gifs #gifs

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campingwiththecharmings · 4 months

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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in November, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Healing Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Pumpkin Patch and Everything Nice (Poe Dameron x Reader - Modern AU) - @dailyreverie

Melt (Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe) (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

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🔥Noon (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Night (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Facefucking (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Brat Taming (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ambrosial (Din Djarin x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Boob Drunk Poe (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Unremarkable (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

blood will have blood (Part of the better safe than sorry universe) (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

Falling Like Rain (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Sugar Rush (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Pumpkin (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Chain 'Round My Neck (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Chain Reaction (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Sweet Tooth (Part of the Dancing With Wolves series) (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥friendly favors (best friend!Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Honey (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Night Desires (Dark!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @lunalockley

🔥he smells like flowers (Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls

Protected (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Triple Frontier

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Dirty Talk) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Breaking the Rules (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Jingle Bells (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (Public) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Sucker Punch

🔥Kinktober Day 21 (Hate Sex) (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Inside Llewyn Davis

🔥Kinktober Day 24 (Lingerie) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 26 (Face Sitting) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Ex Machina

🔥Perfect Fit (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Fuckin' Stupid (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Beauty of Imperfection (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥The Empty Room (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

The Card Counter

🔥Losing Hand (William Tell x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥(pumpkin) cream pie (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Daredevil

Daisy (Mechanic!Frank Castle x Sunshine!F!Reader) - @fandxmslxt69

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Overstimulation + Impact Play) (Frank Castle x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

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bravevulnerability · 9 months

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would you be open to writing more? whatever you want, if so!

A/N: I'm actually doing a rewatch of Castle with a friend right now. We're on season two and just watched 2x11 (The Fifth Bullet) last night, so...

Set during 2x13 (Sucker Punch).

“I’m scared. I mean, what if it doesn't work out? What if it does?”

“That's the cost of living.”

“I just don't want to ruin this.”

“This is dead. You are not. Time to start making some new memories."

- Martha Rodgers & Richard Castle, 2x11.

She hears the crack of his skull the second before the fire of her gun, the crackle of her bullet, echoes through the air.

Castle staggers to the precinct floor, cradling the back of his head. Beckett is rooted to the spot, her shoulders tight, hands steady, heart pounding. But then he is falling, her sidekick - no, partner - collapsing beside Coonan's bloodied body, and she forces the grief back down her throat.

For a split second, she hesitates. Maybe... maybe she could keep focus her attention on keeping Coonan alive. But deep down, she knows. She knows her shot was dead center, she knows he's gone. And Castle is down.

"Castle!" she calls, holstering her gun and racing to his side, stepping over Coonan's dead body.

He's slumped against the wall, eyes closed, out cold. Her hands brace at his shoulders, steadying him as his body drifts sideways against the wall.

"Hey, Castle," she murmurs softer, an ice cold trickle of fear slivering down her back. Did he really hit Coonan that hard? Hard enough to knock himself out? "I need a bus!"

"Already on the way, Beckett."

Esposito and Ryan are at her side, Montgomery with two fingers to Coonan's neck. She doesn't let herself look long enough to see what she already knows, to watch the shake of her captain's head.

She sits at his bedside in the hospital. The doctor is betting on a concussion, but isn't able to make any firm conclusions until Castle is conscious again.

His mother and daughter met her at the hospital, fluttering in and out of the room like anxious birds. She abused her badge to gain access for the three of them to his room, to stay long past visiting hours. Alexis sleeps on the couch on the other side of the room now, his mother already having returned to the loft to retrieve a fresh pair of clothes for Castle.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Martha had asked her, her voice quiet so not to wake Alexis.

"Yeah, Martha. I'm fine," she assured the other woman, forcing a smile to cross her lips.

Martha only frowned at her in return. "He's going to be okay, Katherine. I know my boy," she promised Kate with so much conviction, she wanted to believe her. "And when he sees you sitting there, he'll be even better than."

Martha had left the room with a wink, but Beckett couldn't adopt such hope. Her guilt was too busy dragging her heart down into the pit of her stomach.

It's late when his eyes flutter open, a flash of blue in the still darkness. She sits forward immediately, resisting the strange urge to grab his hand, cradle his palm in hers.

"Hey there, Chuck Norris, "she murmurs, earning the shift of his attention, the slight dip of his brow. "How's your head feeling?"

"Hurts," he rasps, wincing.

"I'm sorry," she sighs, reaching for the water beside his hospital bed. She positions the straw at his lips, watching him sip gratefully.

"Thank you," he hums, relaxing back into the pillow, but his eyes remain intense on her. "Where are we?"

"Hospital. The doctor's going to examine you again now that you're awake, but he thinks it's likely just a concussion that should heal without much issue."

"Concussion?" he echoes, confusion tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How?"

"I... you don't remember?" she asks gently. "Coonan, the precinct, the-"

"I don't remember," he interrupts with a deep frown. "I don't remember anything."

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor announces. "The bump to his head, paired with the trauma of the situation... it's rare, but it happens."

Kate sits solemnly beside his mother and daughter, her hands knotted tightly together in her lap. Castle is dressed and perched on the edge of his hospital bed, his foot tapping nervously. He keeps looking at her, as if he's seeking her out.

She keeps her gaze on her knees.

"But it's not permanent, right?" Alexis inquires. "He can get his memory back?"

"It's a complex condition," the older man delivers gently. "He may have all of his memories back by tomorrow, he may never remember anything of his past ever again, or he may fall anywhere in between. It's impossible to tell. I'm so sorry."

Martha utters a soft cry of concern, Alexis grips her father's hand, murmuring reassurances at his side.

Kate stands from the plastic chair. "What can we do to make this as smooth on him as possible?"

"Not too much too soon, but it's okay to nudge reminders his way. Having his family here is a good first step," the doctor nods.

"My family," Castle speaks up, earning the attention of the room. "I know you're my mother and daughter." He nods to Martha and then Alexis, and then his eyes are settling on her once more. "And you... are my wife?"

Kate blinks before abruptly shaking her head. "No, no, we - we work together."

"What do we do?" he inquires, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Well, I'm a homicide detective-"

"I'm a cop?"

"No, you're a writer," she corrects with a twitch of her lips, but this only confuses him further.

"Then what am I doing with a cop?"

"Dad, it's kind of a long story," Alexis chimes in, shooting Beckett a nervous smile.

"But - but you and me?" He rises from the hospital bed, approaching Beckett slowly. "We're together?"

"Work together," she says carefully, but his face scrunches.

"No way," he murmurs, almost to himself, as if he's trying to work out the equation on his own. "If we're not together, we want to be?"

Her throat spasms with panic. C'mon Castle, no. Not in front of his mom and his kid.

"No, we're - we're just friends, Castle."

"Castle?" he repeats, testing the surname in his mouth. "Richard Castle? Weird name."

"No, not weird," she sighs, risking a step towards him. "It's the name of a best-selling author, who is a great asset to a homicide department of the NYPD."

The first true glimpse of him - the smile, the ripple of bright blue in his eyes - flickers before her.

"Why don't you go back to the loft with your mother, with Alexis, and see if anything sparks," she suggests, catching his daughter's eye over his shoulder.

Alexis nods eagerly. "Yeah, Dad. I think it's a great place to start. We can take a literal walk down memory lane."

Her heart eases ever so slightly when he glances to his daughter with the warmest of smiles. Somehow she knows that the large part of his brain dedicated to Alexis will return, unfurling like muscle memory through his mind.

Alexis loops her arm through his, guiding him out of the hospital room while the doctor hands Martha a stack of papers summarizing Castle's visit. They all exit the building together, prepared to go separate ways on the sidewalk, when Castle makes a sound of protest.

"Hey - I didn't get your name," he calls to her.

Something in her chest stings.

"Beckett. Kate," she adds, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Kate," he murmurs, affection, familiarity, and heat infused into the single syllable of her name. "I'll see you soon?"

"It would probably be good for him to see the Twelfth sometime," Martha quips, the smirk on his mother's lips subtle but there. "He practically spends half his time there."

"Twelfth?"

"The precinct. That's where you work with Detective Beckett, Dad," Alexis fills in, her arm still twined protectively through his.

"Oh." Castle's eyes flick back to Kate. "Until tomorrow?"

Her heart stumbles stupidly, just like it did the first time he said those words to her, the useless muscle tripping on hope.

"Yeah, Castle." She offers him the smallest hint of a smile. "See you tomorrow."

When Castle arrives at the precinct the next morning, it's with Alexis in tow. Everyone greets him like a hero, but he looks around clueless, a helpless attempt at a smile on his lips while his daughter guides him through the crowd of uniforms.

When he sees her across the bullpen, his eyes light up.

Her stomach turns. She doesn't know how to do this, to... to have him looking at her like that, all unguarded and vulnerable.

"Alexis walked me through my usual morning," he explains once he reaches her desk. His daughter is a few steps behind, talking with Ryan and Esposito, her red hair in a tight braid that sways as she nods along to whatever the boys are saying.

"That's good, Castle. Is it helping?"

"Not yet, but I'm hopeful," he shrugs, shoving hands into his pockets. "Do you ever call me by my first name?"

Beckett glances up from the paperwork scattered on her desk, the files she's failed to focus on since she arrived at five this morning.

"Sometimes," she muses. "It's nothing personal, just cop talk to use surnames."

"Beckett," he says. Testing it out, she realizes. "So do I only call you Kate at home?"

She forces her expression to remain neutral.

Home?

"Castle, we don't really see each other outside the precinct very often," she delivers carefully, watching his face fall.

"Ever?"

"I can't imagine how confusing this must be," she murmurs, shifting from her chair to move around her desk, move a little closer to him. Solely for the sake of keeping their conversation private. "But you and I... we're friends, partners, but not - not more."

His hand scrapes through his finely combed hair, the corners of his eyes settling into troubled lines.

"I just - I swore when I woke up this morning, you were supposed to be next to me."

Her lips part, surprise blooming on her tongue along with something else, something sweet.

"Dad?" Alexis saves her from having to answer. "I've got to get to class, but I'll be back for lunch."

"Don't worry, Pumpkin. I'll be-"

Alexis grabs his arm, her blue eyes wide. "What'd you just call me?"

Castle looks absolutely panicked. "P-pumpkin? I'm sorry, it just... came out."

"That's fantastic!" Alexis squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. "That means your memory must still be in there."

Castle hugs his daughter back, firm and relieved, his gaze flickering back to Kate with delight. So proud of himself.

"Must be," he grins.

His first day consists of nothing more than sitting in the chair beside Kate Beckett's desk, stealing longing glances at the woman he's convinced must have been his wife in another life. He obviously isn't sure of much right now, but for some reason, he feels certain of this.

He asks her questions about their time together, about their first meeting, the cases they've worked on together.

His brow furrows when she says they took a break over the last summer, but she bristles when he asks her why.

"I want to help, Castle, but I don't want to give you a biased history lesson," she explains. "The doctor said it's best if the memories are able to come back on their own."

He huffs at the response, but doesn't argue.

The days that follow are a lot of the same - he wakes up, has breakfast with his mother and daughter, walks with Alexis to school and then he makes his way to the Twelfth precinct to be with Kate.

It isn't until the third day that he has his first burst of memory. A burst that leads to an explosion.

Alexis.

She comes back so fast and strong, from the moment she came into his life until the day of the accident. She nearly cries when he tells her that morning, arms latched around his neck as he spins her around in the kitchen.

Bits and pieces of his mother come back next, patchy memories of his childhood, his teen years, his dream come true of becoming a bestselling author. It's all trickling back in like a stream to the river of his mind.

Everything, except for her.

It's been nearly a week and he still can't remember Kate.

"What's your memory of the day, Castle?" she asks him when he finds her in the break room that morning, fiddling with an expensive looking espresso machine.

"A book tour in Europe," he muses, approaching her with an eyebrow raised. Beckett scowls at the frother that hisses at her in return. "You're cute when you're angry."

She pierces him with a glare.

"But not with me," he mutters, coming up beside her and shooing her out of the way. "Here."

Without thinking, he prepares a latte for her, adding the two pumps of vanilla, just how she...

Glimpses of mornings spent with her - on sidewalks, parks, apartments all over the city - squeeze into his brain, pushing through the blank spaces like dripping water through cracks.

"Kate," he exhales, turning to find matching wonder in her gaze. "I bring you coffee."

She pins her bottom lip between her teeth, hazel eyes sparkling near green for him.

"Usually when we meet at crime scenes, but... but I bought this." He glances back to the espresso steaming into the waiting mug. "So you could always have good coffee here."

"Yeah," she exhales, but she's smiling at him. "You did make it a habit over the past year."

"Because it makes you smile," he adds, softer now, because part of him knows that the old him never shared this with her. But he doesn't try to stop the words. "And I love your smile."

That smile he loves so much doesn't exactly leave her face, but it falters, waning across her lips.

"I'm going to remember you," he promises - her or himself, he isn't sure.

"I'm sure you will," she answers quietly, something like sorrow bleeding into her gaze. "And when you remember everything, Rick - when you remember how you ended up in this mess, maybe you'll wish you could forget."

Kate avoids him for the rest of the day and he lets her, lets her have her space. He's learned enough to know that pushing her doesn't usually work in his favor.

He follows around Ryan and Esposito instead, squeezing out information, gaining small glimpses of the boys he once knew. He remembers Ryan's favorite tie, the video game Esposito's been trying to find time to play for the last two weeks - random tidbits he's grateful for. They're like little seeds and he knows if he just keeps tending to them, they'll grow.

He's not as patient with his memories of Beckett.

Esposito spills first.

"I'm only telling you this because if you get some random burst of memory in front of Beckett, you're gonna bust us both," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Beckett's mom was murdered, it's why she became a cop. Long story short, I let you see the file, you put your nose where it didn't belong and got involved, tried to bring your money into it to solve the case. It's how you ended up with amnesia and she ended up with another dead end."

It was my mother, not my father.

This is for the life that I saved, and this is for the life that I lost.

The crumpled woman in the alley, the stab wounds in her abdomen, the expert showing him the patterns of wounds on a dead woman's body.

You don't back down. That's what makes you extraordinary.

What if I let her down?

I didn't think you were arrogant, Castle. I thought what you did was sweet.

"Hey, hey, Castle? Are you okay, bro?"

His head is pounding. His body is sinking.

"Rick."

His eyes snap open to find Kate Beckett kneeling before him. He's on the floor, knees pulled to his chest, head cradled between the hard press of his palms.

The touch of her fingers to his arm is so careful, so comforting. He wants to tug her into his arms, bury his face in her neck, let the fantasy that's been running wild in his head since he woke up and saw her be real.

"Let me take you home."

He remembers her mother's case. Not everything, but the bones of it.

"I need you to let this go for tonight," she tells him. They're sitting in her cruiser outside of his loft. Hearing the flashes of his memories, the ones that spread through his brain like a decimating wildfire at the precinct, has a terrible mixture of resentment and guilt swirling through her insides.

She wants to hate him all over again for unearthing this to begin with, but she can't. She can't, because she's always known this was inevitable. A year of therapy could only keep her away from her mom's case for so long.

"You're angry with me."

"No, I'm not," she sighs, but she can't look at him. "I'm angry with myself, with the guy who killed with my mom, with the whole situation."

"But Kate-"

"But your memory - it's delicate. No more ambushing people for information."

She tears her eyes away from the window, the darkening skyline. Storm clouds roam the horizon, merging with the cloak of night.

He looks so sad in the passenger seat, his eyes down, head low. So many of his memories have come back to him, and yet his heart still looks so broken.

"And, I'm only going to say this once, but I need you to know something."

That earns the reluctant lift of his gaze, his attention.

"I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun," she admits, some of the ache of earlier draining away at the twitch of his lips. "So I need you to focus on getting better, on remembering me because - I want my partner back."

The smile he gives her has her leaning her head back against the seat, smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Your secret's safe with me, Kate."

His hand is reaching across the space between them, stealing hers, and she lets him have it.

The banging on her door has her jerking awake and reaching for her gun, but then she hears the familiar yet urgent calling of her name.

"Beckett! Beckett! Please be awake!"

She growls and hurries out of her bed, to her front door, before he can wake all of her neighbors.

She yanks the door open to see his fist raised and ready for another series of knocks. He's dripping wet, hair drenched and clothes soaked.

She notices then that it's raining outside, storming if the sound of the downpour and the rumble of thunder is any indication. And he's in nothing more than a t-shirt, flannel pajama pants, and a coat that's flapping open.

"Castle, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses, dragging him inside by his raised arm.

"Kate, Kate, I'm so sorry," he breathes, his chest falling heavy and fast, his teeth chattering. "I've been going through my files, trying to jog more memories and I - I found the file, my notes, all of it. The one on your mother, the one with the guy who I knocked out, who you had to-"

"Castle," she quiets him, reaching for the panicked, rain stricken face before her. God, he's freezing. "Hey, look at me - breathe."

"No, Kate, it's all my fault," he rasps, holding to her wrists, thumbs pressing at the points of her pulse. "I started all of this. And now your lead is dead and it's because of me-"

"If it wasn't for you, I would have never found my mom's killer," she cuts him off, wiping some of the moisture from his cheeks with the swipe of her thumbs.

The heaving of his chest slows, the anguish in his eyes dimming, calming.

She's never been this close to him before, able to feel the exhale of his cool breath on her lips. She should take a step back, slip her hands from his grasp, create some much needed distance between them.

But the way this version of Castle looks at her, so open and needful, so unabashed in his desire to be near her... it has her body canting towards him, her carefully crafted resistance waning.

"Was I angry at you when you opened this? Yes. But I know why you did it, okay? I know you care, and I appreciate you for it."

"I'm still sorry," he whispers, staring down at her. Raindrops from his hair drip down the slope of his nose, fall to the inches of hardwood between their feet. "I'm sorry it hurt you. I'm so sorry-"

"Shh, no more," she says, gentle but firm. "No more being sorry."

Castle sighs, resting the weight of his cheek into one of her palms, the edge of his lips grazing her skin.

"Thank you."

She nods, touching one of her thumbs to the dip in his chin.

"Did you run all the way here to tell me this, Castle?"

"I couldn't sleep anyway," he shrugs, still holding to the slim bones of her wrists. "I'm up every night, trying to remember more. Remember you."

Her gaze flicks back to his, the blue in his eyes shifting, storming like the clouds outside.

"You remember enough," she tries to placate him. "You've remembered cases, my coffee, the first time we met-"

"The details," he murmurs. "I want every detail back. I read the first Nikki Heat book."

She swallows hard, lowers her eyes to the fabric of his t-shirt plastered to his chest.

"I want to remember what I was thinking when I wrote the dedication, those interrogation scenes, page 105-"

"Stop," she whispers, but her heart is stuttering unevenly in her chest, bumping against ribs and making her feel unsteady.

"I want to remember the moment I knew I wanted more with you," he breathes.

"More?" she echoes, letting his hands glide along her arms, cupping her elbows, trailing her triceps, cradling her shoulders.

"Kate." He leans in, forehead bumping against hers. "When I woke up, I saw you."

Her body sways into his without her permission.

"And I knew it would be okay."

She shakes her head, but he's nudging his nose against hers, lips glancing over hers with such tentativeness.

"Rick."

"When you're not around, everything feels wrong."

She barely has to arch onto her toes to kiss him, barely has to lean forward to finally seal her lips to his. Castle moans softly, as if in relief, as he kisses her back, his arms wrapping around her.

She shivers when the cold, wet front of his body presses against hers, but the chill fails to stop her from rising into him, from hooking her arms around his neck, fingers in his hair.

His mouth is a caress over hers, his tongue reverent as it slips past the seam of her lips.

She's always known he would be good at this, that they would combust from chemistry the moment she finally allowed it, but she didn't prepare for the trembling need in her bones, the rabbitting of her heart, the slam of the door at his back.

"Has it - always been like this?" he gasps, the heat of his breath fanning across her lips.

"Like what?" she murmurs, feathering her fingers at the still healing bump at the base of his skull, tracing her other hand down his side, feeling the quick rise and fall of his ribcage.

"The wanting," he mumbles, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. Kate hums, kissing him back and slipping a hand beneath the sopping fabric of his shirt. "I don't need to remember to know," he gets out, staining his lips to her jaw, searing along her bone. "I never wanted anyone like this."

He doesn't stop her from shoving the coat from his shoulders, the t-shirt over his head, letting it all hit the ground with a wet slap. He fists his hands in her oversized t-shirt, knuckles brushing the naked skin of her thighs, snagging in the lace at her hips.

Kate mewls against the nip of his teeth, dragging him from the door with her hands at his nape, walking backwards in the direction of her room.

"Me neither," she confesses into his mouth, finding that she believes it too. "It's always felt like this with us."

They stumble into her bedroom, but he's gentle as he lowers her onto the mattress, moves his body over hers, and kisses her like he wants to press every memory into her.

She gasps awake, her room still heavy with darkness, the storm still raging outside.

Her back is slick with sweat from that damn dream she's had every night since she shot Dick Coonan, since Castle lost his memories, since everything changed so brutally.

"Bad dream?"

Kate shifts in the sheets, finds him propped up on an elbow, watching her. Rain still spatters against the window across her room, painting splotches of moonlight and streaks of lightning across his skin. Rolling onto her back, she studies the bare expanse of his chest, the ruffled state of his hair, the clear sea of his eyes on her.

"Yeah," she murmurs, but her hand rises for his jaw, caressing the line of his throat with her fingers. "You?"

"No, just don't want to sleep."

Her fingers twine absentmindedly with the baby fine hairs at the base of his skull. "Why not? Afraid you might forget something?"

"Oh no," he grins, eyes sparking mischievously. "You were right, Kate. I had no idea."

Her lips part to make a remark when realization dawns on her.

"You remember that?"

"And a few other things," he teases, but he's smiling wide at her now, causing her heart to skip a few beats. "Not everything is there yet, still some blank spaces and pieces I can't unscramble yet, but... I'm pretty sure I remember the important parts."

She grins and snakes her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to meet him. His chest shakes with laughter against hers and then he's burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulder.

"Even if I didn't-"

"We'd just make new ones, Castle," she promises him, drawing back and dragging him down with her when she lowers herself back to the mattress, his body draping warm and firm over hers. "I like our..."

"Story," he supplies for her, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

"Our story," she chuckles. "But I could let go of a few pages if I can have this chapter."

"Ooh, Beckett," he grins, craning his neck to kiss her. "I didn't think you could get any hotter, but please keep using literary metaphors in bed."

She's laughing into his mouth, tangling her legs with his under the sheets.

"Wait," he gasps, tearing away from her. "I gotta ask-"

She arches an eyebrow impatiently.

"Remy's, tomorrow? I don't have a memory of us going on a first date."

Heat is radiating from his skin, his fingers twirling in her hair, and it scares the shit out of her, how much she likes him. How possible it could be to love him. She doesn't know if they would have ended up this way without the events of the last few days, but to resist it would be like fighting the tide. And she's rather enjoyed being swept up in him.

Maybe the fear is worth it, for the chance of loving him, letting him love her.

Her hands cradle his cheeks and she arches her neck to kiss him, slow and long and with desperation in the stroke of her tongue.

Castle moans and presses down, slotting into place against her.

"Yes," she breathes, stroking the bones of his cheek, letting her words caress his lips. "I'll make new memories with you, Rick."

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TAKE ME WITH YOU ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You show Frank your appreciation for keeping you going.

Warnings: Suicide ideation (both reader and Frank mention having suicidal thoughts), feminine nicknames, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Author’s note: Today is the last day of Suicide Awareness Month and I really wanted to do something for it because it really means a lot to me as someone who lost a friend to it but also struggles with those thoughts on most days. I’ve had a good couple of weeks lately but it’s still something I deal with and Frank has helped through so much. If only I could actually thank him. But I guess this is the closest thing to it :) I hope this resonates with some of you, I’m proud of you for being here <3

On the second-to-last night of September, you were filled with nerves from your head to your toes, your eyes constantly glancing at the clock to see it tick closer and closer to eleven — the time Frank had promised to be home. You had tried to open your mouth about what was on your mind in the morning when you were still melted together under the sheets, and again before he had left but his sweet kiss on your lips had rendered you silent. Now, you had decided you weren’t going to shy away from being vulnerable, even at the risk of crying.

You knew he was a safe space, he was your safe space, but you always hesitated talking about the truly dark and sad inside you. Maybe it was some innate fear you’d be pushing him away, or maybe you worried about worrying him — either way, it often took him probing a little bit for you to open up, but tonight, you insisted on being brave all by yourself.

At exactly eleven o’clock, Frank’s key turned in the lock of your door, and you perked up on the living room couch and watched your tall, scary man drag himself indoors with heavy boots. As soon as the door was shut and he faced you, a tired smile crawled up to his face and remained there when he crouched down to undo the laces of his shoes.

”Hey, sweetheart. Been waitin’ all night, huh?” he figured you out pretty quickly, and with a sheepish chuckle, you shrugged. He shook his head but made his way to the couch where his first priority was kissing your forehead. ”’M sorry for keepin’ you up”, Frank added, and with your hand brushing against his fingertips when he slumped down next to you, you tutted at him.

”Don’t be sorry, baby. I kinda wanted to talk to you about something, anyway”, you swallowed before averting your gaze from his deep, dark eyes to his built figure. ”Are you okay?” you asked before proceeding any further, and to reassure you, Frank lifted his hand to the back of your neck and softly caressed your hair there.

”I ain’t bleedin’ out tonight, baby. What’s on your mind?” he questioned with an attentive stare, and when you met his eyes, you could see him trying to figure you out; detailing your expression, hoping to find out if something was wrong.

Deciding to put him out of his misery, you reached behind your back to grab the small gift you had wrapped for him last night. You handed it over to him without a word, and with surprise washing over his bruised face, he took the silver present while his other hand dropped around your shoulders to keep you close.

”Shit. What’s the occasion?” he asked, blinking, and you could tell he was sucker-punched by your gesture. He had been learning how to be better with affection — in fact, he had become almost clingy with you, but he still couldn’t quite comprehend… this.

”Well”, you cleared your throat, ”I don’t know if you knew but September is a month for… for, uh, suicide prevention and awareness. And I guess I kinda just wanted to thank you, because you keep me going. You’re the best preventative means I’ve ever had.” You chuckled quietly and looked down at your hands while continuing, ”I didn’t think I’d make it this far. But you give me a reason to stay alive, and I’m really… really grateful.”

Silence landed between you and you swallowed so thickly you could have sworn it was audible, but before you could panic that it was all too much, you gave a weak gesture at the gift. ”You can open it now”, you encouraged, and realizing he still hadn’t, Frank looked away from you and down to the small package he began unwrapping.

It was almost funny seeing his big, rough hands manhandle the tiny gift, but he did his best, and eventually, unveiled the small jewerly box inside. He glanced at you, but proceeded to lift the top of the box to reveal a silver chain with your initial hanging from it. He was indescribably gentle and feather-light when he picked it up, his dark eyes glued onto the piece as you waited with bated breath.

”Maybe it’s a little corny—”, you began, but Frank cut you off with one hand grasping yours tightly.

”I love it”, he stated simply, glancing between you and the necklace. ”I really fuckin’ love it. Yeah, this is…”

You licked your lips and nodded. ”I just thought… whenever you need the reminder, I just want you to know you’ve saved my life over and over again. You do so much for me, you have no idea”, you whispered, and tightening his hold on your hand, Frank swallowed, and you could see him fighting off tears.

”C’mere”, he spoke eventually, quiet and fragile, and you didn’t fight back when he pulled you into a tight, warm hug. You closed your eyes and breathed him in as his arms wrapped around you firmly, and you could feel his lips grazing your temple. ”I love you, y’know that?” he murmured against your hair, and struggling not to cry yourself, you nodded.

”I love you, Frank.”

He continued to hold you for a while, but eventually, the two of you wound up getting ready for bed and before you knew it, the next day came. You had to drag yourself to work early on, but you were energized by the sight of a sleepy Frank still dozed off on your pillow, his new silver chain shining in the sunlight peeking through your curtains.

Still, as the day went on, you couldn’t help but begin overthinking. Had you been a little too dramatic? Was it too much pressure to put on one person? The questions piled up and by the time you were going home, your nails had been chewed down to nothing and your lip was mere moments away from bleeding.

But Frank? He had been nothing short of honored. And so, when you walked through the front door, you were met with the scent of your favorite dish, your favorite playlist playing through your little radio while your favorite guy stood in the kitchen where your favorite flowers awaited. At the sound of the door closing, Frank turned around and grinned at the sight of you speechless at the doorstep, your bag falling on the floor and your eyes wide at what you were witnessing.

As if it was any other day, Frank swooped you in by the waist and kissed you deep and slow, taking your breath away in an instant. You lifted one hand to his cheek, holding his face close to yours even when your lips disconnected, and you could feel his smirk against your cheek.

”Welcome home, sweet girl”, he murmured, and unable to hold back a smile of your own, you kissed him once more.

”What’s going on?” you wondered, your curiosity getting the best of you, and so, you let go of Frank and stepped into the kitchen where the flowers smelled heavenly and the food was almost ready.

”Think I shoulda been a lot more… I dunno, receptive last night. Really means a fuckton that you shared with me, sweetheart”, Frank voiced from behind you, and with anxiety rising in your chest once again, you twirled around to face him.

”I was starting to worry it may have been too much”, you confessed, and with a scoff, Frank landed both hands on your hips and pulled you in closer.

”Nah, I’m just a dumbass, baby. Really, I… I can’t tell you how much it means to me to be able to help ya out. Y’know, it fuckin’ breaks my heart to even imagine a world without you. ’M so grateful you’ve stuck around”, he insisted, and when you looked down shyly, he immediately lifted your head with his thumb and looked into your eyes.

”I mean it. You’re so goddamn important to me and I’m so glad you’re here with me. If you ever feel like… ya know… not being here anymore, all you gotta do is tell me and I’ll be by your side, no matter what. There ain’t a place I’d rather be, aight? You’re my girl and whatever you need, I’mma give it to you”, Frank continued, and with your lips pursed into a weak smile, you whispered a thank you. A tear rolled down your cheek, but Frank was quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

”That really means the world to me, Frank”, you promised with a kiss left on his cheek, and nodding, he took your hand in his and squeezed.

”I know I don’t, uh, talk about it much, but shit, I get it. I really do. There are days when I wanna just disappear, when I want it all to just stop. Days when it feels like too much and there ain’t any cure for it. But then I see you or hear your laugh or smell your perfume and, fuck, there it is. That shit makes me wanna hold on and see what’s comin’ next. As long as you’ll be here to see it with me”, Frank admitted in a quiet but firm tone, every word coming straight from the heart.

You wiped your eyes but there was no stopping the tears. You hugged him tight and felt the cold chain against your forehead as you did. ”How’d we get so lucky to find each other?” you whispered, and with a quiet laugh, Frank shook his head.

”Shit, I really dunno, sweetheart. But I ain’t ever gonna take it for granted”, he hummed before chuckling, ”guess this is our day, huh?”

You smiled up at him. ”I like that”, you whispered, ”our day.”

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