#okay but why is this frank castle coded

[jaylienpotter]

Part 2 of Let them be | 1k words

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Let boys wear skirts

James had started a protest against the school rules not allowing females to wear trousers. How? By breaking the dress code. Of course Sirius was going to follow up and also put on a skirt. His brother Reggie desperately needed to change uniforms.

What he wasn't expecting was how it felt. The fabric was nice and it was much more freeing, refreshing. But there was something else. He felt different. He felt pretty. I mean, he was always gorgeous. But not like this. He was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, turning to see the skirt from different angles. He put his long black strands behind his ears and smiled. Sirius didn't know what it meant. He wasn't like Regulus. He wasn't trans. He liked being a bloke. He never felt discomfort with his body. The knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry I'm going!" Taking the towel and his pajamas, he opened the door to a Moony in a skirt. Obviously they had all agreed to it but he just looked so awkward and cute, with high socks to hide the scars. But Remus would look good in anything. At least in Padfoot's eyes.

Lupin didn't budge when the bathroom got free. He stared, looked his friend up and down.

"What?" Did he look bad? Did he wear the skirt upside down? Did he just look ridiculous with his hair like that, which made him look even more feminine?

"I- uh- nothing, I just… It suits you." Was Moony blushing? Did Sirius only have to wear a skirt to catch his crush's attention this whole time?

"You think?" Pads did a little twirl. The skirt was a little short but what did he care?

"Yeah. You look… Pretty."

"Thanks. I kind of like it, actually…"

"I see. Uh Pads, can I use the toilet?" Sirius stepped aside and ever so slightly glanced at the boy's arse. Lupin looked a lot more modest. It made sense with his 'problem', as well as anxiety and low self confidence in general. Black didn't expect him to follow the protest. The four of them were in, though. Even Wormtail. Lily's skirt was slightly tight but he said it was fine since it was for a good cause. He could use a spell to largen it but none of them had mastered those yet. They'd end up making a skirt big enough for the squid.

There were whistles from the Gryffindor table as soon as he walked in for breakfast. Mckinnon was hyping her friend as usual.

"Look at her!" She was joking, of course. But it hit Sirius. He felt a knot in his (her?) stomach. Why did he like that? He was fine with male pronouns, never had a problem. Still didn't. Shrugging it off, the drama queen paraded to the table, followed by an anxious werewolf.

"Don't worry Moons. If anyone looks I'll just be flagrant and get the attention off you."

"Thanks Pads." He smiled, his cheeks still slightly tainted. Perhaps he was too hot from the high socks and long sleeves in the hot weather?

"Good morning, lads! How are we feeling? I see Padfoot is confident, great. Wormy is getting used to it. Moony, you good, mate?" Potter was such a mum. People would think that Remus being the most sensible out of the four, he would have the responsible, more parent-like role. To be quite frank, he didn't give a shit. If his friends made a fool of themselves he'd laugh. Prick. Hot prick, though.

"Yeah." He looked to his left and back at Prongs. "I'm okay."

The day went as expected, they got detention quite soon, the first class was thankfully History of Magic and their ghost of a teacher didn't even know he was dead, let alone what his students were wearing. They received plenty of comments. Some cheering, mostly from girls, some were snarky, and some of the students called them girls, which Black didn't seem to mind at all. And of course, there were lots of stares.

The Marauders walked together everywhere, to be stronger and avoid being attacked. James was incredible, swagging around the castle with his head held high.

"Hey, Prongs? Can I ask you something?" It wasn't until they were in their pajamas that Sirius gained the courage to talk about it.

"Of course."

"How did you feel wearing a skirt? Were you uncomfortable? Did you like it?"

"Well…" Potter twisted his mouth to the side, as he always did when thinking. "It was fine, I suppose. I wouldn't say I liked it, I wouldn't choose to wear one. But for the cause it didn't bother me."

"Hm." Pads's gaze was distant. He had time to figure it out, they were going to keep wearing skirts until a teacher heard their complaints. At least Sirius and James were.

The next day, Marlene joined the protest, borrowing Sirius's trousers that were oversized for her. The lads had gone downstairs and she was in their dorm with Black, getting ready. They had no problem changing in front of each other since both were gay.

"You seem to be enjoying the skirt." That tone meant she was onto something. The fucker could always read Sirius. Even better than James, at times.

"Yeah… I suppose so. Makes me feel pretty."

"Just pretty or more like a girl?" Bloody hell, she had figured it out even before Sirius.

"I'm not sure…" Marlene put on her tie, done getting ready.

"Do you want to borrow my makeup? It might help." Pads turned around nervously yet excitedly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah mate. You also have to repaint your nails, they're all chipped. Wait here, I'll get my stuff."

"Thanks Marls…" She winked and left, coming back a few minutes later.

"I also brought a small mirror. Sit, we're having a beauty session." It was funny. Marlene wasn't that feminine. She didn't wear makeup all that often and when she did, it was more of a rock punk look with smudged black eyes. It wasn't anything like Evans or Mary, which were a lot more elegant and traditional.

"You don't want to eat first?"

"I'd rather get you all prepped up to see people's faces when you show up all girly."

And the faces did not disappoint. Black and Mckinnon walked into the Great Hall with wrapped arms. She had her hair in a messy bun, her shirt not fully buttoned up with her tie loose, the trousers covering her feet and a bit of a black smudged eyeshadow. Sirius, on the other hand, wore the skirt from the previous day, which was slightly short but still covered up everything, the shirt also not buttoned up all the way as per usual, and the red and gold tie undone, sitting on his shoulders. Some black nail polish and winged eyeliner, too. He couldn't deny it, it felt pretty good.

The best face was Remus's, who literally dropped his toast. The pink cheeks were definitely not from the weather. It sparked a little hope in Padfoot, that maybe his dreams of being with his best friend would come true. However, Moony would probably forget about it as soon as the protest ended.

It took a while until that happened. Pads and Prongs wore skirts for around two weeks (and some of the girls wore pants - Marlene, Lily, Mary, Dorcas, Pandora), eventually Reg felt comfortable enough to join, he had never felt so good at Hogwarts.

Mcgonagall was the one who spoke up about it, saying it was getting ridiculously out of hand and that she saw no problem with girls wearing trousers 'But for the love of Merlin, boys, put on some trousers'.

Dumbledore agreed to change the rules, as the protest was distracting the students' focus during classes. Fully aware the Gryffindors weren't going to back down.

Regulus was ecstatic and thanked all of them. Sirius was happy for his brother but he was going to miss the skirt. In this journey of self discovery, he had come to the conclusion that he felt both masculine and feminine, some days more than others. All the pronouns felt right, but he did prefer being called pretty over handsome. Maybe Sirius would be able to wear a skirt again someday. Until then, makeup was the only way of expression. He would also miss Moony's glances, he ought to come up with a new way to lure the Gryffindor boy.

#genderfluid sirius black #trans regulus black #trans regulus #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter marauders #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #marauders hc

[frvnkcastles]

HARD PILL TO SWALLOW ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Frank asks you out on a date and it doesn’t go exactly as he planned.

Warnings: Feminine nicknames, implied PTSD, self-loathing (from both reader and Frank), hurt/comfort, some language

Word count: 1.4k

Author’s note: My self-esteem is nonexistent and PTSD definitely doesn’t make it easier but I feel like Frank would accept me as I am and that thought keeps me going a lot. Also, I’m trying to work on some requests that I’ve received, please be patient!! <3

Frank Castle was not a desperate man. He definitely wasn’t a man who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Maybe, he’d admit, he could be a bit stubborn when he was in the mood, but he absolutely refused to be the guy who got rejected and couldn’t get over it. He hated those kinds of assholes — so why was it so hard for him to accept you had rejected him now?

He could have sworn you were into him. Shit, he was hardly made of confidence and self-assurance, but for a moment there, he had thought he had had it. Maybe that was on him for taking you for granted, thinking it was going to be an obvious yes.

Still, he had been nervous when he had approached you with the idea. He usually didn’t hesitate to dive head-first into risky situations, but when it came to you, he found himself with trembling hands and a lump in his throat. Although you were shy, you had had a flirty little something going on for a while now, and that had certainly boosted his ego — if you, the usually anxious type, leaned into his cheeky lines, then he had cracked some kind of code.

He couldn’t stop thinking it over. He had shown up outside the school you worked at, surely scaring all of the kids there with his menacing truck and tall and dark appearance. Suddenly, even the wildest children under your care behaved like little angels, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you headed outside and realized what had the kids rushing off of the school premises. There he was, wrapped in all black, a plethora of bruises painted across his features like artwork, and a crooked grin appearing on his face when he spotted you coming his way.

”Frank”, you greeted him with a nod, adjusting the strap of your bag while shuffling your feet in their place. You never really knew how to act around him, something about him made your head spin without fail. ”What are you doing here?” you continued sheepishly, looking around only to find curious moms eyeing you and your guest up and down. The idea of you together only deepened the red coloring your cheeks, wondering what kind of a duo you were to outside lookers.

”I, uh, thought I could maybe pick ya up”, he shrugged — Jesus, Castle, that was the worst way anyone had ever been asked out on a date.

It was obvious on your face, too. ”Pick—pick me up?” you stammered, a nervous laugh escaping your mouth as you readjusted your backpack.

”Lemme rephrase that”, he cleared his throat, ”I wanted to, uh, ask you out. On a date, that is. Was thinkin’ we could get some lunch, y’know? You gotta be hungry after a whole day of takin’ care of these maniacs.”

It was right there and then that he saw your smile falter and the light go out in your eyes. Fuck, it made his stomach drop.

”They do let me eat here, you know”, you chuckled before reaching up to swipe your hair away from your face. ”I’m… I’m flattered, Frank, I am. But I just don’t, um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea”, the hesitation was obvious in your voice, and a little piece of you broke when you saw Frank suck in a breath and duck his head in a shy nod.

”Aight, that’s… Yeah, yeah, no worries, sweetheart”, he reassured while scratching the back of his neck, but there was no denying that the air between you grew tense and awkward, even more so when he continued. ”Lemme give you a ride home, huh?” he suggested, and only landing another blow to his confidence, you pursed your lips in an apologetic smile and took a step away.

”I’ll walk, it’s okay. I’m—I’m sorry”, you struggled, and afraid to find out what his reaction would be, you looked away and headed in the other direction. You didn’t doubt he would have still managed to be sweet, and angry at yourself now, you fought back tears while hastily making your way home.

All Frank could do was stare after you and chew on his lip in thought. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised — it wasn’t like he was a catch, anyway. He had more baggage than most people combined, and the cons to going out with him probably outweighed the pros, there was no denying. He wanted to be proud that he had taken a chance, but as he dragged himself back behind the wheel, all he could think was that he had fucked up a good thing for good.

And so, while he may not have been desperate, he was determined to try and fix things. That was what led him to your doorstep, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand and his best puppy eyes on display — not that he was trying to get your pity, but he genuinely wanted to mend the gap he had driven between you two.

You answered the door quickly after his knock, and he didn’t miss the surprised and maybe even scared look that crossed your face before you managed a smile at him.

”Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to apologize… for being a presumptous asshole, I’spose. I shouldn’t have sprung that shit on you like that”, Frank tried to explain while handing over the flowers, but you scoffed and shook your head at him in complete disagreement.

”Frank, you don’t have to be—”, you began, but he cut you off.

”Nah, hey, I get it. Fuck, I get it, girl. It’s probably dangerous and a lotta work to try and make it work with me, y’know, I just figured… you were worth it”, he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but throw your hands onto your face out of sheer frustration — none of it directed at him, but rather, purely at yourself.

”I didn’t say no because of you, Frank”, you interjected, your hands in the air as you boldly locked eyes with him. ”I accept all of you. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, I—I really… really care about you, okay?” you insisted, and stunned into silence, Frank gazed at you with soft eyes.

”Then what’s the issue here, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, and with your bottom lip wobbling, you hesitated.

”It’s me”, you whispered, your voice so weak under the weight of your words, you could barely get the words out.

Frank’s eyebrows glued together. ”Whaddya mean? Is it… is it work? Or..?” he asked, sincerely confused, and it only made it harder for you to explain without crying.

”No… No, Frank, it’s—it’s who I am. It’s who this… this stupid fucking disorder makes me. I’m not easy to love. I think—I think it takes a lot of effort to be around me, actually. You haven’t seen me at my worst and I don’t think you’d stick around if you did”, you tried to explain, tears streaming down your face despite your frantic efforts to wipe them away.

Silence enveloped the room in its grasp and your soft sniffles were the only sound to shatter it. You couldn’t help but feel like this already would be enough to scare Frank away; make him realize you were more trouble than you were worth, and you had never been more terrified.

But Frank… he stepped over to you and gently took a hold of your jaw, lifting your head up so he could look into your eyes. ”Sweet girl…”, he murmured, leaning his forehead down to yours. ”Even at your worst, I’d find you the fuckin’ best. Goddamn incredible, ya hear me? Ain’t nothin’ that would push me away, I promise”, he swore, ”you’ve dealt with so much of my bullshit… and you still don’t think you deserve to be cared for, too?”

A sob broke free from your chest, and Frank shushed you gently. ”To be honest with you, I ain’t lookin to just eat lunch together. You have my fuckin’ heart, baby. I want all o’you”, he went on, and a sincere smile stretched your mouth as you shut your eyes and nodded.

”I feel the same way, Frank”, you whispered, and breaking into a smile of his own, he licked his lips.

”Then… it okay with ya if I kiss you now, sweetheart?” he muttered, and with a quiet laugh bubbling out of you, you nodded rapidly.

And somehow, as his lips connected with yours for the first time, it felt like maybe it would work out for the best.

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[grippingbeskar]

lego house

: ̗̀➛ frank castle x fem!reader

warnings — mentions of death, loss, canon typical violence, a lil splash of angst, no smut tho i was in the feels

a/n — i don’t know where this came from but lego house by ed sheeran came on and the words are so beautiful even though it’s an old song, like it’s just gorgeous and now i think it’s frank coded so here you go! hopefully this makes sense, i wrote it sitting in my car before going to the gym so i’m a bit wired on pre workout heheheeh okay bye. by the way it’s not timed to the song, but if you play it over while reading the fic i feel like it’s a nice effect. or don’t!! whatever floats ya boat 💞

✩ ੈ * ⚬ ʚ♡ɞ ⚬ * ੈ✩‧₊ ₊‧ ✩ ੈ * ⚬ ʚ♡ɞ ⚬ * ੈ✩‧₊ ₊‧ ✩ ੈ * ⚬

— i’m gonna pick up the pieces, and build a lego house. if things go wrong we can knock it down…

“Hey. Look at me. Look at me—“ You can’t see anything past the burning tears in your eyes. It’s another trick, something that isn’t real but it feels so real, sounds so real… fuck, even his hands feel the same. He couldn’t be here, though. He couldn’t be here— “I’m here, baby. Look at me. Please.”

“I miss you so bad, Frank. I don’t—“ You suck in a rough breath, air cracking it’s way down your throat through shuddered heaves. “I don’t know why I thought I could do it. I thought I could fix it… fix it for you. But I wasn’t strong enough. They’re gonna break me Frank. They— they know how.”

“Just open your fucking eyes, sweetheart. Please. Please… open those eyes. Come on…” Frank’s breath in on your face. You don’t want to open them, because you know what you’ll see. Frank’s body, twisted into a mangled corpse. Dead. It’s what they keep showing you, what these people know will drive you to insanity.

You can smell him, though. A mix of dirt and that bright pink laundry detergent you forced him to buy. How did they know he smells like… “Come on. Come back, baby. Fuck.”

“They keep showing me you. I can’t keep seeing you, Frank. Not when I know you aren’t—“ You hiccup on a sob, feeling the pain everywhere.

You’d begged them to break your bones, tear your teeth out one by one. Anything would be less painful than this. Feeling his hands, rough and so fucking sure of themselves, cupping your face gently. Almost like they know you. This pain wasn’t one you could take any more of.

“You’re dead. You… you aren’t real. I failed. They— god, they hurt you so bad, Frankie. I’m so—“ You choke again, on your own inhale.

“No, no no no. Just look at me. Look at me right now, I promise you I’m here. Please.” His voice cracks, and you can’t bare it. He’s calling you, whispering your name in a shattered song you can’t ignore. Even if it means seeing it for the last time. Falling into oblivion and never resurfacing. Even if you knew you shouldn’t.

It was Frank. And he wanted you to open your eyes.

So you did.

— i’m gonna paint you by numbers, and colour you in. if things go right we can frame it, and put you on a wall.

Frank held you together. His hands were never strong enough, arms never warm, body too hard, but he held you as best he could.

He could see what they’d done to you. Whatever it was, your mind was scrambled— you could hardly tell left from right, and you kept begging for him to stay. Frank didn’t think there was anything that could break him much anymore, but that fucking voice, those eyes rimmed with tears… that wouldn’t leave him.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m not goin’ anywhere. Stay right here with you, okay?” He gathers your bruised, marred body and tucks you into him. Even like this, your head naturally falls under his chin.

He buried his face into your hair. He breathes in deep, knowing you were under him, alive, and he’d get you for even just another moment— it allows him that one breath. His arms pull you against his chest, your skin cold but shivering. Alive. Alive. Alive.

“Frank…” You sigh. Your body shudders, and Frank runs with you. Like you were never there, he carries you up and out of the hellhole they had you in, and brings you into the light. Sunshine glitters on your skin, and Frank can’t take in the sight. You were losing blood… losing yourself. “You can’t be here. I k-know you aren’t real.”

“Shh. Shh, just keep your eyes open. You’re okay. I’m here.” He doesn’t know what else to say.

You weren’t wrong. They nearly killed him. They broke his ribs, knocked out his teeth, gutted him so bad he swore he was in half. But he made it out. He crawled and dragged his way out of there, because you needed him. You mumble something else, and then your eyes roll back, and you’re gone again.

— i think the braces are breaking, and it’s more than i can take.

“Please. Please. You have to come back, baby. You gotta come… please.” Your hands were gathered in his, lips pressed to battered knuckles as he prayed to you like a deity. You couldn’t believe how real it felt.

You managed to open your eyes— you think. They were dry, and you wanted to close them again, but this sight was different. All you’d seen for the past week was his body. Tied to a chair. Beaten and not moving. But this… he wasn’t covered in red here. He was pale, almost, but his hair was dark and grown out. Nearly curly, if he let it get longer.

He said something, but the sound was muffled by you crying. As heavenly as the sight was— and it was, it wasn’t real. And you couldn’t bare it.

“Stop! Just stop— I can’t see him anymore! Please!” You scream to whoever’s listening, and the mirage of your deepest desire, the constructed image of your hearts one reason to pump any more blood through your veins, it moves with you. “This is more than I c-can take. Please, just make it stop.”

“It’s okay, I’m here. Can’t you see me?” Franks voice is soft as you sob, pulling your hands away from him. It’s mean— cruel, the way he feels so warm, and it feels so wrong to pull away. You want to fall into him.

“Can you make it stop, Frank?” You don’t recognise your voice. It’s shattered, like a broken vase under Franks leather boot. He looks at you, and your breath catches.

It always does when he looks at you.

He doesn’t let you get far. Mirage Frank yanks your arms back, the right one searing in pain, but you don’t think about it. All you think about is feeling him. How you can feel the cold, wet slip of his tears over your fingertips as he holds you against his cheek.

You shouldn’t be able to feel that.

It killed you, in all those images they sent of him. He was cold, and didn’t feel like Frank anymore. He wasn’t him.

“I’m here. I am. Why…” He looks away, and you want to scream again. His palms are warm, calloused in a way you have mapped out. Why isn’t he looking at you? “Why’s she still like this?! You said you could fucking fix it!”

You squeeze his hand, and he stops yelling. You shake, shudder. It’s not real. It can’t be real. It’s another trick— a cruel, horrible trick that the fire under your palm is really, truely your Frank. That he horsely whispers your name, and you stretch your fingertips higher, grazing his cheekbone.

“There you are, baby. You see me?” He’s so gentle, and it hurts so bad. Your arm, your heart. It can’t be real. This is too much. You… you have to ask. You have to. You were weak, and scared, and you had to ask again. Is this real? Are you my Frank, or are you going to fade away again? Please….please be mine.

“Please…” Is all you manage to form, and light brightens the room. You were on your side, and he comes closer. The bed dips— a bed. A bed. “What— no. This isn’t—“

“It’s real. Stop, it’s real. I’m fuckin’ real, sweetheart. Please just… don’t look away. Stay with me.” Your eyes were wide now, unrelenting and taking him in. You reach higher than his cheek, the curl of his hair hanging down his face. His hair… it wasn’t this long before.

His hair grew. It’s longer. Nearly touching his eyebrow. He… he was here.

“Oh, god. Frank.” You sob, and there’s no pain when there should be. You yank and grab and pull at whatever living part of him you can find, which is everything. You thread your hands through his soft hair— feeling it. A sign of life and the living parts of him you can see and hold.

You feel the way he curls against you, dwarfing you. Murmuring words on your skin, kissing you wherever he can reach. You’d move if you could, but you can’t go anywhere but into him. You want to claw your way to his middle and make a home there, feel the beat of his heart against your ear for an eternity and then some.

“I thought you—“

“Shh. Please, just stay with me.” He muffles the broken words into your hair, and you remember them.

You begged him to stay with you. Every-time you were sent those images in your mind, a technology you still couldn’t understand, of Frank crumpled and clinging to life, you’d beg him to stay, and he would fade through your fingers every time. He never spoke, just looked at you, and faded away.

This one begs for you. He says your name, pulls you close, clings to you like you are a lifeline that could reel him to the safety of your arms. It’s how you remember him holding you. It feels… real. You just nod back, shuffling so your head slotted under his jaw.

if you’re broken i’ll amend ya, and keep you sheltered from the storm that’s raging on.

“They broke me. I—“ You choke on your words, and Frank shushes you. “They made me think you were dead. They kept me down there for weeks and messed with my brain… I saw you dead, Frank.” You whisper after a while. You still couldn’t believe it was real. That he was real, his fingers dancing along your spine. “I shouldn’t of run. I’m sorry, I just thought if I could get rid of them you’d… fuck, I can’t see straight.”

“Shh, don’t try talk. You’re okay. We’ll fix ya. I got you.” You trust him. The warmth of his words travel low, over your neck and down your chest, nestling in your crumpled excuse of a heart. It beats a little harder at the intrusion, welcoming it with open arms. “You’ll get better. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll get better.” Repeating the words, hearing them from your own charred voice makes you solid in this reality. You don’t know what you did to deserve this type of warmth, but you cling to it tightly. You’ll never let it go again. “How… how did you find me? You were so…broken.”

“I’ll always find you. Hell or high water. I’ll come for you.” You were fading into exhaustion, out of touch with where you were, but in his arms you felt safe. A wave of it came over you— love. It was scary, but you allowed it to wash over your mind and body, feeling it seep into you. The tides of it’s meaning covering you like a blanket, the fear nothing like the feeling of loss.

You dont know if you’d ever of admitted it before— this feeling. If he ever would. Maybe it took nearly losing each other to be reminded of how important this way. You’d both tried to drift along in the storm, but it was over now, and you had to face it.

Frank feels it, too.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, but there’s no light anymore when your eyes flutter open and he speaks again.

“I… I never told you. That—“ he swallows.

“Yeah. Me too.” You press your lips to his sternum, the place where he’s surely locked your own heart away with his.

“Yeah?” You nod, kissing him there again. His fingers thread in your hair, holding you closer, but it’s impossible. It’s the wanting of it, though. To be as close as possible, as if you could be pushed together and merged to one.

You drift to sleep, both clutching each other even when you’re deeply unconscious. Maybe it took the end of the world to get here, but you think that it was worth it. The end of the world would be worth it a thousand times over if he was at the peak, because you know what it’s like without him. And no world is worth that.

and out of all these things i’ve done, i think i love you better now.

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#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #marvel tv #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #marvel #the punisher x y/n

[mags-writes]

Sunlight || Part III

Summary: frank offers his shoulder for you to cry on

Series Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical swearing, first time writing x reader, no use of y/n, no beta readers we die like ray nadeem

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

PROLOGUE/MASTERLIST || PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

Three weeks had gone by. Three weeks of you and Frank dancing around each other while trying not to tip off Matt that there was something going on.

But was there? Frank seemed so in control over every fiber of his being that you doubted anything was actually going on. Then there were the days that he got home before Matt. He would stand behind you, towering above you, and give your shoulders a rub with his rough hands. He handled you like glass, like if he moved too suddenly you'd bleed. He'd help you cook dinner and tell you how beautiful his lunch was that afternoon, that the only thing missing was your company. He'd pick up when you started getting a cramp in your hand from cutting up enough vegetables for three people and rub his thumbs in soothing circles to make it go away. Then Matt would walk through the door.

Something was going on. That was for sure, even if you doubted it sometimes.

The first time you saw Matt leave the apartment in the middle of the night, you kept your breathing even and didn't move a muscle. You weren't surprised when Frank's phone woke you up a couple hours later and he left in a hurry as well. The next day when you woke up to Matt with a frozen bag of green beans to his jaw, you scolded him like an older sister. The topic of Daredevil had never come up in your mind until then. You didn't know if it was even him to start off with and if it was then who else knew? Did Foggy and Karen know like back in your dimension? Did Frank?

Matt lied straight through his teeth with a guilt-ridden expression. He fell down the stairs. Allegedly.

Other Matt tried that lie once. Only once. Before you ripped him a new asshole. And it led to you becoming his girl in the chair. It also led you to own your own firearm after some kidnappings put you in the hospital once the bad guys found out Daredevil was running around with an earpiece.

You stopped what you were about to say, Frank rounding the corner after hearing your voice echo through the apartment. You took a deep breath and accepted the gracious gift of hindsight.

"If you're lying to cover up the fact that you got punched by someone-" You were about to start a rant again when Frank chuckled.

"Who'd be cruel enough to punch a blind guy?" He said, coming closer and taking the bag off of Matt's face. "What'd you do? Fall down some stairs again?"

Oh.

Oh, Frank knows. That's why he calls Matt 'Red'.

You willed yourself for the love of god to play it dumb. Like you didn't just put the pieces together. One man before you was blind, but despite being a walking lie detector, he wouldn't be able to see your face. The other, while he admitted to being dense, could read people better than you could ever hope to.

"Whatever," You mumbled, throwing your hands up and going around them both to start your normal routine of making your coffee that had been laid out by Frank and making them lunch. "Bro code, I get it."

"Sweetheart-"

"No, it's fine." You interrupted because if you didn't then you'd fold like a lawn chair. "Have each other's backs. That's what friends are for."

You heard Frank sigh and one of them walk away.

"Hey," Frank said, putting both of his hands on your shoulders and coaxing you to turn around. You put up a little fight, stirring your coffee before Frank put more pressure and you relented with your eyes down. "Hey, hey. Look at me, hm? Look at me."

You huff, snapping your eyes up with a hint of anger.

"He forgets I know what it looks like when he lies." You said.

"Okay, so what do you think happened?" He calmly asked, and you knew exactly what he was doing.

"I don't know!" You brought your hands up in front of you. "But it's the same shit excuse the other Matt gave me every time he showed up with a beaten-up face and a limp."

Frank frowned, probably turning over the question of why Matt hadn't told you his secret.

"When did your Matt become 'other' Matt?" You froze, not expecting that question in the slightest.

You stuttered, stumbling over your words, starting a sentence and breaking off at the first word before shutting your mouth and intently looking at his chest. It wasn't hard, he was tall enough that you fit perfectly under his chin and your head rested against his chest.

You took in a sharp breath. "I don't want to go back." Frank reached out, putting his hands on your biceps, squeezing comfortingly and you brought yours to his chest, scrunching the material of his work shirt in tight fists. "All of you take for granted how safe you are here. You don't get it, I've looked up all the bad guys from my dimension, and nine out of ten times they're not here. I'm safe here."

"What about your Matt?" Frank asked, frowning like he didn't quite get it. "He's like your brother."

You look back at him at that. Matt was in his room, most likely listening in. If you said what you wanted to say then he would hear. You stuttered slightly again, getting frustrated that you couldn't get the words out.

"He doesn't see it that way." You finally got out, avoiding Frank's eyes again and you lowered your voice as tears started to gather. "He's been more Catholic whore than having Catholic guilt these days. He went through Clair and Karen and nothing's been the same since. I turned him down and I thought that we had moved passed it but right when I was brought here he brought up the topic again. I-Frank, I'm not safe there-I don't want-"

You started to cry then, sniffling and fighting off the tears as hard as you could.

"Hey, hey." Frank soothed, putting his hand behind your head and bringing you to his chest, rubbing your back with the other hand. "It's okay, doll. You don't wanna go, you don't have to."

"What if he shows up? What if he comes here and-"

"I won't let him." He squeezed tighter. I won't let him take you from me. "I won't let him make you do anything you don't wanna do."

Frank nearly sighed in relief when he remembered he was supposed to be convincing you that Matt wasn't Daredevil. Your use of 'other Matt' had thrown him so harshly that he couldn't stop his curiosity. He wondered for a moment that if you had been hiding that detail from them all then what was it like with Karen and Foggy?

You pulled back suddenly, wiping at your face and groaning for a second before shaking your head and looking up at him.

"Okay. I'm fine." You said. "Go drink your shit coffee." You started lightly pushing him away. "Go, I've got lunches to make."

Frank took a hold of your hands with a small smile, giving the upside of your palms a kiss each to the scars you refuse to tell him about that sat in the middle. Your face softened at that. A small smile fought its way to your face as he then leaned in to kiss your forehead. You had to quickly turn back to your coffee at the look he gave you, a look that he had been giving you more and more frequently, especially around Matt.

Not long later you finished up their lunches and they were sitting on the couch waiting patiently for you to bring it to them before they left. Just as usual you walked over to Matt first, him reaching out for the container and putting it in his bag then you moved to Frank who did the same. This time Frank stood first, giving you another kiss on the forehead and saying his goodbyes which confused you as Matt was usually the first out the door.

You cast a look down at Matt who by now was twiddling his thumbs as he waited for Frank to leave. Once the door was closed and Frank's heavy steps had faded he stood up.

"I'm sorry about before." He said earnestly, and you knew he was telling the truth. "I didn't mean to stress you out."

"I just-" you cut yourself off, pausing and thinking for a moment, remembering that he had absolutely heard everything you tearfully confessed to Frank. "I don't want you to lie to me."

"And I don't want to lie to you." He came forward, bringing you into a hug that you went into comfortably.

"Does it have something to do with a case?" You asked into his chest. "Are you in danger? Do we need to call the police?"

"I'll explain everything to you tomorrow night." He said as if he had just decided it at that moment. Like he was desperate to make you happy. "I promise."

He kissed the top of your head. Memories of your brother's all doing the same rushing to the surface of your mind. Memories of Matt doing the same when you were growing up. You never told him your brothers did that, never told him what it meant for him to do it. Never told him that other Matt had stopped.

"I'm not going to be coming home tonight." He said, pulling back.

"What?" You frowned harshly and he could hear it in your voice making him wince.

"Tomorrow night, remember?" He put both of his hands on your shoulders to calm you. "I just have to take care of some things tonight and hopefully it'll be sorted by tomorrow."

"And if it's not?"

"Then you'll hear about it." He said with a smile.

"What? On the news?" You said stressed again.

Matt laughed, bending down to pick up his bag.

"Let's hope not." Was his answer.

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[chvoswxtch]

Hello hello hello!

For our first order of business- CONGRATULATIONS ON 3K!!! YOURE OUT HERE PUTTING IN THE W O R K 💪🏻🥵

Anywhore I was wondering if I could possibly do a little ~lover~ action if ya know what I’m saying?

I’m 5’3 and am, unfortunately, a Gemini BUT I’m a June one so it’s okay. I love to read just about anything and bake and have been cooking a lot lately! I work in IT but I have absolutely NO idea what’s going on!!! I love music and will listen to just about anything but on the same hand I’m constantly listening to podcasts (if you’re into true crime and anything weird you should listen to the Morbid podcast!) and snuggling my kitties!

On more serious issues- why has nobody been talking about how Hoziers song Francesca is Frank Castle?🤨 I knew if I was to tell anyone this thought it would have to be you!

UNFORTUNATELY A GEMINI PLS I AM CACKLING

listen gemini's get a bad wrap as they should but some of my favorite people are gemini's (june ones) so I won't hold that against you

also thank you very much!!!

side note: morbid is actually one of my fav true crime podcasts EVER (cult liter is a close second if you haven't checked that one out)

I feel like jessica would be a great match for you. I could see the two of you bonding over a love for true crime, and her even letting you play detective and helping her solve some of her cases (since you're her personal IT expert). I also feel like she's definitely a cat person, so I think she would love snuggling with you and some cute kittens (bc she deserves something good goddamnit) and I think she would feel very grateful that you're a magician in the kitchen so she doesn't have to eat the same takeout all the time (maybe you could even teach her a thing or two) and since you're doing the cooking she can carry all the groceries inside (bc super strength)

also that song is SO frank coded you're absolutely right

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[the-firebird69]

We didn't decide to hear what was happening and we heard that they are underdress and under duress because of the ship and stuff like that and we know that the doubling up on it all the time so now we're going to double up on them and I'll get the damn s*** out and we're going to get their ships out and we are not going to listen to they're gobbledy goat and this is this idiot stand is sending code out to these morons to not allow them to have a roof over their head or a Blue roof now we're going to attack him for it

Thor Freya

We need to troubleshoot this and by eliminating all sorts of people I mean they're sending out tons of code we mentioned it on the way down and we're mentioning again and we need teams in now that work on it to get rid of them

Frank Castle hardcastle

You think we're not listening stuff and he says the messages aren't for you and you people are being repulsive and they're going out and the hits are going to happen why wouldn't they you're sitting there overly is sending tons of stupid s*** out it's probably not even for you and just keep doing it and doing it and doing it and doing it like mindless mice. There's no right to write down and yeah he does he says it's going to happen and thanks for joining the party of the Dead you don't need a head on your shoulders cuz it's not really there anyways he says

Sarah

It's an easy out okay Becca hates Sarah wants her job easy out

Zues Hera

We're going forwards with this kind of stuff it works every single time I'm going to make them into a cesspool shortly

Olympus

[lordabovehelpme]

Frank Castle with the smut prompt

“Please don’t stop”

But it’s him saying it instead of the reader 👀

Love your work btw

A/n: okay I'm actually really proud of this one. Although it did not go the originally planned way. Thank you for requesting anon and I hope you enjoy! 18+ minors dni (f! reader)

He gets lost in you. You blur his thoughts, tear him away from the world, get him drunk on your smell and touch.

You’re so pretty on top of him, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip drawn between your teeth. Your hands drag across his skin, electricity running through his veins and nerves, sparking under the faintest of your touch. But when you let your nails slide across his flesh he can’t help the shiver that tingles up his spine, skin turning red and goosebumps rising under your wake.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you.

They stay locked on you, trained on you with such intensity and adoration. They trail across your form, taking in every curve, every dip, every blemish. It makes his heart swell, blossom with tender care, makes his hands ache with the need to touch you, his cock fill out impossibly harder.

He doesn’t understand how you could ever see any imperfection in your form. It hurts him when he finds you in front of the closet mirror, hands drifting across your skin with hesitation, eyes full of disgust, lips downturned in sorrow.

He wishes he could do more than firmly embrace you, do more than tell you how beautiful you are, do more than watch helplessly as you assure him you’re alright when he can clearly see you’re not.

 I love you so much, but why can’t you see it?

He wishes he could show you how you’re the prettiest girl. He wishes he could put name to and tell you the emotions that swell in him. He wishes you could see yourself with his eyes.

Especially right now.

Your hips slowly roll down on him, moving along with him, movements coated in sugary honey. Mouth open, lips plush from his previous kisses, Jesus Christ I want to kiss them again. Your chest expanding and falling with each breath, each moan you let out. It’s a lewd melody that mixes with the harmony of your cunt greedily- wetly sliding along him. Your eyes are shut, closed in bliss and ecstasy. Lashes fluttering and dewy as your nerves feel ignited and fiery.

You’re the epitome of sin.

Your tits bounce and heave as you move against him, nipples erect and begging for him to put his mouth on them, run his tongue along the hardened peaks, lightly nip and draw out gasps from you as your hands find and grasp the back of his head.

His hands grab your hips, relishing in the pliant flesh of them, the softness that is so unlike the callosus on his fingers. It makes his head swirl with the primal instinct to protect you, to never let any harm come to you. A flame sparking in his soul, one that is a confusing mix of emotions and feelings. Ones he knows and can name as adoration, care, lust, want, worry, fright, but others that puzzle him and keep him up at night.

But two things keep him sane. Two pieces of information that make him feel like he’s found the meaning to life, cracked the old troubling code that philosophers have been plagued with for centuries.

He loves you. And you love him.

You make his heart race, beat skipping a few pumps. Those two statements keep him tethered to the Earth, give him a reason to keep fighting, to keep living. He’s fallen head over heels for you.

The skin of his groin is shiny, matching the way your inner thighs gleam in the light with your slick. It’s dazzling, a sight he sears into his mind, one he will never let go. And it’s captivating when your cunt spasms, your body seizing as you cum, spurting out and soaking him in your release.

Fuck that’s a sight.

He’s tempted to pull you up to his mouth, let you sit atop his jaw and let him lick you clean. To completely worship you as you beg and whine and mewl and holy fuck I can’t think. But he can feel your heartbeat running rampant and his own speeds up to meet your pace. He starts moving his hips, unconsciously at first, caught in a need to pleasure you.

Your eyelids slide open, letting you gaze down at him. His breath hitches as you meet his eyes, his heart skips a beat, his hips stutter. He’s completely tangled in your spell, soul bound to yours as emotion fills his body.

It crashes over him like waves against a cliffside, big swells of love rushing and surging through him. It’s overwhelming and addicting and and and

Please don’t stop.

He’s not sure if he actually says it or what he’s asking of you. But when you dip down and press your lips to his own, the feeling only grows. And through some unspoken bond he can tell, knows that you are feeling the same thing, that you understand the uncontrollable, irresistible, raw intimacy and love.

When you pull back to catch your breath he finds that he chases you, craves you even after only a second of loss.

“Please don’t stop.”

He says it soft and barely audible, voice cracking under the intensity, the unrestrained devotion.

Don’t stop kissing me. Don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop loving me.

He feels like he could cry. Like if he’s not completely engulfed in you, he’ll perish. You’re his life, his world, his everything. Your soul reaches out to his own, echoing the same things through his head, reassuring his fears and insecurities and wounds. A mantra of promises.

I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.

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[solari-writes-things]

Confide

🛑 WARNINGS: Language, mentions of blood. 🛑

✨ Requested by: @jackjawcaptain

✨ Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

✨ Summary: Frank is having a bit of a hard time, and you're there to remind him that he can let go.

✨ Solari Says: This has been sitting in my inbox for some time friend, and it's about time that I put it out there. Enjoy! :>

Prompt -

Rose Quartz - Learning to trust again.

gif credit: to the OP.

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He had pulled another disappearing act again.

Not that you could be any form of frustrated with him, Frank Castle always had something to do. Something in his head that he needed to work out--let it be with talking to Curtis or with the barrel of his pistol. You learned that rather quickly after coming into a comfortable relationship with him.

At least, you felt that it was comfortable. Frank had given signs that he was fighting with himself about it. Distant staring, averting eyes. You couldn't count his quiet nature, that's just how he had always been since you've met.

The only reason that you did not twist his arm about it was because Curtis had been the one to inform you that it was not your fault. That Frank had been through a lot of different things before finding you, stuff that made this sort of involvement a little more complicated. His deflection, his disappearances, were only reactionary to the constant battle that was happening in his mind.

So you were idly sitting on the sofa, twiddling your thumbs as you watched the different figures dancing across your screen. You couldn't remember what movie you put on, what exactly that you were doing in the living room rather than going to bed. You stretched out your hand, grasping your cell phone and pulling it up to take a look. You clicked the button on the side, waking up the screen to see what time it had been.

2:48am.

You sigh.

There were no missed calls. You knew that Frank occasionally had burners when he was on his trips, so something inside was hopeful that you would get a call from a mysterious New York area code. But when you saw nothing, your heart dropped a little bit.

You sigh again.

You decide to click off the screen of your phone and stand, coming to the conclusion that the background noise that the movie was creating wasn't helping your brain shut down. You always found it hard to, when Frank left without any warnings. You should've bothered Curtis before it got so late, maybe he'd seen Frank at some point.

You reach for the remote that had been next to your cell phone, pointing the black controller towards the screen and clicking the power button. It abruptly turns back, leaving your living space dark. You stand, but wait for just a moment so that your eyes could adjust to the darkness. Little by little, silhouettes of the surrounding furniture were tangible to you and you begin weaving around to approach the small hallway that led to your bathroom and bedroom.

You run a hand through your hair, and just before you turn the corner to your bedroom you hear a gentle knock on your front door.

You freeze, furrowing your brows and turning slowly towards it.

You approached quickly and quietly, and when you were against the door you peer through the hole to see who it had been.

On the other end, there was a figure in black clothes with his hands in his jacket pockets. They were quiet, shuffling their weight between their feet as they waited for some form of response from you.

When you didn't respond, however, they decided to speak.

"[Y/N]... It's me," they said simply, and the raspy nature of his tones filled you with some form of relief.

Frank.

You quickly unlock the door, pulling it open and meeting your eyes with his. "Frank. Where in the hell were you?"

"I-uh..." he averted his eyes downwards to the ground between his boots. Under the porch light, you could see a hint of discoloration on his black hoodie--something almost brassy.

He had gotten into an altercation.

"You...?" you try. crossing your arms.

"I had some business I had to finish," he answered simply. "I know you're... probably fuckin' pissed. I-I'm sorry for that."

Your expression softens, just a little, not really noticing that you had a tad bit of a frown in the first place. So you step back a couple feet, so that he had adequate room to file inside. "Come on. Let's get you out of that hoodie, I can see the blood when the light shines on it."

Frank nods his head slightly, shuffling his feet so that he could come in. Once he closes the door behind himself and locks it, he begins to pull his arms inside of his jacket to pull it over his head.

You watch him closely, as he drapes the fabric over his forearm gently and turns to you.

"Where did you want this..?" he asked quietly, his eyes flitting around the room as if something was going to jump out and bite him.

"Just go toss it in the hamper with the rest of my clothes," you say to him, moving to the side so that he could move past you to go to your bedroom.

Once you let him pass, you turn on your own heels and follow him. He pushes past the doorframe that led to your room, having no trouble navigating in the dark. You reach over once you get to your doorframe, flicking the light switch up so that your room bathed in light.

You could finally look at his face. There was a couple spots of dried blood on his knuckles, and on his jeans that he donned for the night. Ultimately, he had no scratch on him--which was a miracle considering how accident prone he usually was.

If you could even call it that.

"Where did you end up going, Frank?" you ask him, your voice soft so that he knew you weren't there to lecture him.

"I went to talk to Curt," he answered honestly, as he tossed his hoodie in the white basket hiding in the closet of your room. "Afterwards, we went to have a drink."

"And where does the blood come into play?"

"Someone decided they didn't want to shut their mouth," he sighed, turning around so that he could go sit on the edge of your bed.

"Frank, you don't do this without a reason... What did they say that had you so miffed, huh?"

"Bah, it's nothin', alright? Handled and done," he tried to avoid, waving it off.

As much as you believed the "handled" part of that sentence, something underneath the browns of his eyes led you to think that it was still sitting in his head. Writhing and endlessly taunting.

"Don't give me that shit, Frank," you tell him, moving so that you could sit next to him on the space that was left at the end of your bed. "You have to remember you're in a fuckin' relationship with me, man. I understand it hasn't been a thing for very long but... you also need to understand that I'm here for you. That I'll listen to anything that you feel that you need to talk about.

Whatever happened at that bar, it's eating at you. I know you well enough to tell the signs," you place a gentle arm around his waist, bringing him in a little closer.

He's silent for a moment, putting an arm around your shoulder and closing the gap of space that you both had between your bodies. You say nothing, feeling that he was sorting through his thoughts before he decided to speak once more.

"Did I ever tell you about Maria? My kids?" he asked quietly, staring at the floor of your bedroom.

"No," you answer.

"They were killed. All of them," he said quietly, causing a hole in your gut to begin to manifest. No wonder Curtis told you what he had. Why Frank was as reclusive as he was.

He lost his family. Nothing could ever heal you completely from that.

"Shit, Frank... I'm sorry," you say to him quietly, joining his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah... The douchebag at the bar overheard a something I said to Curtis and decided to open his fuckin' mouth," he informed. "When I told him to keep his mouth shut, he didn't. You can put together what happened."

"I'd kick his shit in too if I was you," you answered. "Although... that makes me wonder."

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you in the slammer?" you ask, as a way to take the topic off of his grief--even if it was just for a moment.

"I beat his ass away from prying eyes," he answered simply with a small shrug, earning a chuckle from you.

You push yourself up just a bit so that you could plant a kiss on his cheek, resting your face in the crook of his neck. "You know, Frank... telling me that shit... I know it must've been a lot for you to muster. Thank you..."

Frank hums a bit, rubbing your bicep with his hand gently. "It's something I have to learn how to do... If there's one thing I remember about being married to Maria, it's that playing cards close to my chest can be hurtful..."

"And you're completely right about that..." you agree, your finger dragging against his waist.

You notice in your peripheral that he was observing you. Focused, with a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. Before you could speak up about it, he drops his arm from around your shoulders.

"I'm tired," he says simply. "I'm gonna settle here tonight... if that's okay with you."

"Of course it is, Frank... I'm just glad to see that you're okay," you respond simply, smiling at him before standing.

You move yourself so that you could flick the light switch once more. You look over your shoulder at Frank, watching as the tension in his body slowly began to dissipate. A smile slowly stretches across your face.

And then you turn the lights out.

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[yandereprincepeasley]

Incorrect Quotes 1#

Because I'm bored

Penny: Time for plan G. Luigi: Don’t you mean plan B? Penny: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Luigi: What about plan D? Penny: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Luigi: What about plan E? Penny: I’m hoping not to use it. Mario dies in plan E. Peasley: I like plan E.

Peasley: I prevented a murder today. Luigi: Really? How’d you do that? Peasley: self control.

E Gadd: How did none of you hear what I just said? Peasley: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Penny: I got distracted about halfway through. Geno: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Penny: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Geno: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Peasley isn’t

Penny: You have to apologize to Peasley Geno: Fine. Geno: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Geno: Please bring back PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Peasley: We got spring water Geno: NO. Penny: with EXTRA minerals Peasley: it's like licking a stalagmite Geno: DON'T COME BACK. Penny: Mmmmm cave water

Penny: Are you sure this is the right direction? Peasley: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest! Geno: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Peasley: I turned out perfectly fine! Luigi: Peasley, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Peasley: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Peasley: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Geno: What's that? Peasley: Remorse code. Geno: I'm even angrier now.

Penny: Why are Peasley and Geno sitting with their backs to each other? E Gadd: They had a fight. Penny: Then why are they holding hands? E Gadd: They get sad when they fight.

Peasley: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Geno: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Peasley: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING PENNY WITH ME Penny: Wha- Luigi, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Mario: Dammit, Bowser! Bowser: What?! It wasn’t me! Mario: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Dimentio! Dimentio: Not me either. Mario: Oh...Then who set the castle on fire? Peasley: *whistles*

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. E Gadd: Shit. Geno: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Penny: OH MY GOD PEASLEY FELL OFF!!!

*Luigi's helping Peasley out after he got injured, while the others are watching* Penny: How does Peasley look? Geno: A little better than you, actually.

E Gadd: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Penny: Plane tickets? Peasley: Concert tickets? Geno: Prostitution? E Gadd, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

E Gadd: Why are your tongues purple? Penny: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Ashley: I had a red one. E Gadd: oh E Gadd: E Gadd: OH Peasley: Peasley: You drank each other's slushies?

E Gadd: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Peasley: Put spaghetti in it. E Gadd: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Geno: Put spaghetti in it. E Gadd: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. Penny: Put spaghetti in it. E Gadd: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

Geno: *Screams* Peasley: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Penny: Should we do something?! E Gadd, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

E Gadd: Can I be frank with you guys? Peasley: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Penny: Can I still be Penny? Geno: Shh, let Frank speak. E Gadd: Never mind

Peasley: I just ended a four year relationship. E Gadd: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Peasley: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Mario and Peach fighting from across the room*

Penny: You know those things will kill you, right? Peasley, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Geno, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. E Gadd: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Peasley: Truth or dare? Geno: Dare Peasley: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room Geno: Hey Mario Mario, blushing: Yeah? Geno: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Dimentio Dimentio: I'm honored! Truly, I am! Mario: What-why him?! Geno: He gets me, now, get out my way! (Geno pushes Mario out the way and kisses Dimentio) (Mario is visibly confused) (Peasley's not judging)

Peasley: Luigi, I'm sad. Luigi: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Mario: Geno, I'm sad. Geno, nodding: mood.

Geno: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Penny to Ashley: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Penny: *punches wall* Penny: Penny: Take me to the hospital.

Peasley: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Peasley: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Peasley: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Peasley: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Geno: Someone will die. Peasley: Of fun!

Geno: Where are you going? Peasley: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

#inncorrect quotes #mario and luigi #prince peasley #luisley #geno mario rpg #penny crygor #yandere #random #idk #meme #haha ouch

[dopescotlandwarrior]

Sinners & Saints-Chapter 3

                       A special thank you to @statell​ the best beta ever

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter Three

Claire strained to get the bodysuit up her arm and over her shoulder. She had been at this for thirty minutes and had one more arm to go. She felt sweat roll down from her temple and grunted the rest of the way into the bodysuit that instantly made her morbidly obese. She pulled her fat clothes on and stuffed her hair into a shag wig that layered hair against her cheeks and forehead. Blue contacts were centered in her eyes and she was ready.

Jamie addressed his team at breakfast, giving last-minute positions and handing out the castle floor plan.

“There is a ten thousand pound bonus to the man that catches Casper in the act. Let me know where he is and stay with him. I only need three minutes with the man then you can arrest him. He has this coming.”

Claire came in through the air shaft and looked through the grate . It appeared to be someone’s office and it was empty. She popped the grate off, preventing it from bouncing on the hardwood floor. Cracking the door, she rushed out when the hall was empty and joined the other handlers unpacking the treasures. The statue was a foot away from where she was working and when she scooted her bulky body around the display, blocking the camera, the statue disappeared for just a moment, and then it was back. It was time to go.

She told her partner, “I gotta take a shit, right back.” When she walked briskly around the corner, she felt the air get sucked out of her lungs and instantly changed direction. James Fraser was walking directly for her, fortunately with his head down. She needed to get out of the castle before someone recognized the statue was a fake. She started running from room to room looking for a way out. She ran through a kitchen and saw a delivery truck behind the castle and the door standing open. She leaned forward to make a run for the door but jumped back into a pantry when Jamie’s voice was coming toward her. Struggling to quiet her breathing she could see his outline through the vent in the door. He was less than a foot away and she could smell his aftershave. Jamie spoke into his walkie and assembled his team in the exhibit hall.

Jamie looked down at one of the handlers.

“The fat girl said she was going to the lu and never came back. I didn’t see her scan out. Just letting you know.”

Jamie and his men spread out and searched the castle for a fat girl looking for a bathroom. This waste of time was irritating. He wasn’t here to manage the handlers or look for a girl with a gastric issue today. His walkie crackled.

“Ah, we have an issue in the exhibit. One of the pieces has been replaced with a fake.”

Once Jamie was out of the kitchen, Claire made a run for the door praying she wouldn’t be seen and pushed her long legs as fast as they would go. She headed for the woods and cover, trying to get her direction so she could find her car.

People in the castle were shouting and running outside to look in every direction and then back in. They discovered the fake statue and if she didn’t get very lucky in the next few minutes Jamie Fraser would finally catch Casper. She said a Hail Mary and chose a direction. Five minutes later she ran right into her rental car.

“Christ almighty, thank God.” The little green bug was pushed to its limit and came bursting out of the woods at the bottom of the hill the castle was built on. It was dangerous and terrifying to race the little car through the woods, but she would not be seen getting back on the road this way. Claire was panting from fear and heat as she flew down the road in her rented bug. She parked behind the hotel and took the service elevator to her room, ripping her bodysuit off as she came through the door. She reached into a hollowed-out pocket in the fat abdomen and pulled out the statue. She might have the hounds of hell coming down on her, but she took a minute to admire the ancient artifact before rolling it into lambswool and placing it in a fake two-liter soda bottle.

Claire checked out of the hotel by phone and headed to a toy store to buy an assortment of toddler toys that she ripped open and dropped into her carry-on. The toys would act like a cushion for the statue after she got it through the x-ray scanner. To do that, she wrapped the statue in carbon paper and affixed it to the bottom of her bag. A sheet of Teflon was laid over it and glued down to the case. When the glue was dry she piled the toys on top.

She raced to the airport and dropped off her rental car then headed for the terminal. She had no idea if the X-ray scanner would pick up the gold statue. If it did, she would be caught and her life would be over. She placed her carry on in the bin and waited at the other side almost fainting with relief when it popped out of the scanner and rolled toward her. Her legs could hardly hold her up as she walked away. Sticking her hand in the bag she pulled at the Teflon until it ripped away. The carbon paper was next and she balled the material up and pushed it into a waste receptacle. Now If her bag was inspected, the statue was just another toy.

Claire requested stand-by, first available flight to Paris, and was told to board flight 312. The woman pointed to the gate that was a brisk walk away and Claire boarded gratefully. When the plane lifted into the air, she allowed herself to exhale and relax. She pulled her phone out and sent a text to Javier. ..’Coming for spaghetti dinner, extra meatballs on mine. Landing 1h10m.’

Javier looked at the text and couldn’t believe it. The code was set between them five years ago and never used. Spaghetti dinner meant, I’m in trouble and coming in hot. Extra meatballs meant go dark, get off the grid.

“Gentlemen, cell phones off, batteries out, this is not a drill. Joseph, the Bear lands in forty minutes, find her.”

Claire pounded two shots of whisky and closed her eyes so she could think. What the hell was Jamie Fraser and his team doing at the castle, today of all days. He would not go there unless someone tipped him off and that thought was terrifying. Forty-five minutes of considering every conclusion to this horrific situation and she was coming undone. Were they waiting at the terminal to arrest her? Had Javier already been arrested? She felt the plane descending and saw the green earth beneath them. Hold on to your sanity, she told herself, you’re almost home.

Claire was very protected by Javier. She would hand off the stolen piece to one of his men, usually within the hour of her possession, and leave the country clean. This was the first time she boarded a plane with the evidence that would convict her, and she was completely unnerved by the experience. Someone was assigned to take the statue in Germany, but she didn’t trust anyone at the moment.

Joseph weaved through traffic at the airport and finally saw Claire walking briskly away from the terminal. He pulled up to the curb and she jumped a foot off the walkway. Not a word was spoken during the ride back and Joseph pulled into the lower garage at the mansion so Claire wouldn’t be seen. Javier was waiting for her and pulled her to his office.

Javier waited while Claire caught her breath. “When was your last sweep in here?”

My darling Bear, spaghetti and meatballs is not a dish quickly eaten. One moment, I will get you a cocktail. One of the men came into the office and swept it for bugs, leaving quickly shaking his head no.

“You may speak freely.”

“What are the odds of James Fraser and his team showing up at a German castle for the Pharaoh exhibit, today? With the statue in my possession, I nearly ran right into him. What reason would he have to be there? Why was his whole team at Sotheby’s two months ago?” Claire put her hand up and exhaled loudly. “He ranted from anger when we were stuck in the rubble. He got control of himself but not before saying his black market snitch told him the Rembrandt would be in play.”

Javier waited for Claire to get it all out. He almost lost it when her eyes filled with tears and her chin quivered as she pushed back on her fear.

“Javier, someone close to you is passing information to Jamie, or the police, and he is hearing it from them. All your men know who I am so I must assume James Fraser knows the true identity of Casper. Jesus Christ, the time he spent with me in Paris, why not arrest me right there? He needs to catch me in the act or risk losing his case to good lawyers is why. You have a rat in your house Javier and he nearly cost me the next twenty years of freedom.”

Javier leaned back in his chair with an expression rarely seen. It was murderous.

“It would seem so. Have a bath and some food and rest a bit. It will not be quick to catch this rat so you must be a teacher for a while until I can catch him. Okay?”

Claire nodded and made her way upstairs leaving the statue on Javier’s desk. She was completely exhausted and confused about Jamie Fraser. Had he known her identity from the start? If so, he was very good at hiding his hand, she never suspected a thing. The smell and serenity of her room were the last straw holding her together, so she sank into the familiar covers and cried.

Claire stayed with Javier for a week before she felt brave enough to board a plane to Chicago. She was out of the thieving business for the foreseeable future, possibly a year Javier said. He tried to convince her to quit but she wasn’t ready. On her trip back to Chicago, she considered the fortune she had amassed in real estate, gold, art, and more stock than she could remember. It was more money than she could spend in a lifetime so why risk everything on the next coveted piece? Her eyelids closed and she slept all the way home.

Frank laughed at the jokes and slammed his shot with the others, smiling at his growing euphoria. He looked around the room and saw shadow people in various sexual positions. It was arousing as hell and he absently grabbed his balls.

A gorgeous girl smiled and pulled on his arm, “common big guy, I think you’re ready.”

He was led into a smaller room with a bed and the woman was taking his belt off and pulling out his dick. Throughout the night the girl would morph from an adult to a very young girl and then back again. He didn’t care as long as she kept it up.

For the rest of the weekend, Frank consumed three roofies dropped in his drink, had sex with women, men, boys and girls, and didn’t remember a thing when he stepped off the billionaire’s plane in Washington. This was his fourth trip to the island, and he looked forward to the next.

Later in the year, snow fell heavy in the Highlands and Jamie leaned against the barn and watched the fields turning white, a sight he never tired of. This year, he arrested five burgeoning art thieves, a counterfeiter, and shut down a major black market railway in Europe, but Casper eluded him still. He could not attribute a single theft to Casper in over a year and decided he had gone underground, but for how long? The men who recruited Jamie were putting pressure on him to make an arrest because someone had to be punished. It wasn’t enough that Casper wasn’t stealing art anymore. Jamie had a network of informants that had been full of information at one time and even they were disappearing or just stopped talking. He shook his head in disgust and went into the house to pack for Paris. He would be there for the week, maybe more, to add another five agents to his team. It was his first time back since the explosion as Sotheby's.

Claire walked quickly through the townhouse throwing items in her suitcase while Frank followed her like a complaining puppy. She couldn’t take it anymore and stopped abruptly feeling Frank bump into her back.

“Frank, I have hardly seen you this year. I agreed to the lecture four months ago and a new DaVinci has turned up in a French basement that I have got to examine. I will be home on Christmas day so why don’t you go see your parents while I’m gone?”

God the man was irritating, she stormed in her head. He wanted to direct her every move, dictate her social schedule, and preapprove her trips and lecture schedule. Now he wants a wedding planned for five hundred people. She wasn’t sure she even liked him anymore. The door closed on Frank Randall’s face because he was making her late. Claire was fuming as she finished packing and stormed out of the bedroom saying goodbye like an afterthought.

Claire got in line to check into her hotel and called Javier to say she landed and would see him for dinner. Jamie was completing his transaction in the line next to Claire and walked the other direction to find his room. An hour later Claire walked across the lobby in a short black skirt, black heeled boots and an oversized sweater. She pulled her Maurizio Braschi cashmere coat around her and hailed a cab. She had not been back to Paris since the ill-fated Germany job, her last job, and she was so excited to see Javier.

Jamie sat through a security workshop and pinched his leg to stay awake. His on-again-off-again girlfriend, Laighaire, was bombing his phone, knowing he would be in meetings all day. Such a pretty girl, he thought, but when the holiday parties were over and there were no more gifts to get, she would be off again, looking for a man who was everything Jamie wasn’t, primarily present and accounted for. He smiled wryly and shook his head to wake up.

Joseph drove Claire back to her hotel after dinner and she gushed about the decorations and lights around the city. The minute he pulled away she was back outside to walk around and look at all the decorations. The temperature was a comfortable thirty-two degrees, so she kept walking.

Jamie stumbled out of the workshop bleary-eyed and needing to find some fresh air. He wrapped a scarf around his neck and headed for the door. His taxi dropped him at the hotel, and he headed out for a brisk walk before dinner.

He saw her sitting on a bench, her ponytail was long and rested on her shoulder. Her lips were pink frost and she smiled at the night. Just lovely, he thought. The woman stood and walked toward him, he kept looking until his feet stopped, and he froze. Impossible. As she got closer, Jamie’s smile was like a beacon and she searched his face.

“Jamie Fraser!”

She jumped into his outstretched arms and kissed his cheek. Jamie smelled her neck and had the same happy grin he had the first time. “God, you smell like heaven. Can you walk with me a bit, we need to catch up.”

They walked through Paris arm in arm for the next two hours, and as before, thoroughly enjoyed the company of the other. Claire was trying to get a signal that he knew she was Casper and decided he was a fantastic liar, or he didn’t know. When they had a nightcap in the hotel bar, she looked in his eyes and asked if he had caught Casper yet. All she saw was sincere sadness and he shook his head no.

“No, lass. Casper went dark a year ago. He retired, or he’s dead, neither work in my favor. I think the team will be disbanded and I,” his eyes looked haunted for a moment, “will be reassigned if I can’t catch him in the next six months.”

Jamie shook his head, “let’s talk about something more pleasant.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Claire told Jamie about the changes in Frank, his estrangement, and her decision to follow her own path and then she leaned over and kissed Jamie’s cheek.

“Well, it is fortuitous we landed in the same hotel and I hope to spend more time with you while you’re here. Be a good lass and tell me when that will be.”

“Dinner, tomorrow?”

“Perfect, let me walk you home.”

At her door, he said goodnight and moved to kiss her cheek again but instead he held his head close to hers and then looked her in the eye. “Kiss me, Claire, like you did once before,” he whispered. Claire turned her head and kissed his mouth, sucking air at the intensity of the moment. Jamie gorged himself on her lips being careful not to take more than she wanted to give. He felt the key card in his hand and opened her door, kissing her inside, pulling is coat off and then hers. He broke the kiss and looked at the woman who haunted his dreams.

“Goodnight sweet Sassenach.”

Claire was startled at first but realized he felt her hesitation. She really liked Jamie, but he was an art cop and she, an art thief. One thing that was perfectly clear to her, she was done with Frank. The attributes that once attracted her were starting to crack and it was a deal-breaker for her. Besides, he never made her feel the electric current going through her body like Jamie did.

The next night, after a long day of lecture and appraisals, Claire swung the door open with an excited smile. She should be dead on her feet but spending time with Jamie tonight was exhilarating. She kissed him long and deep sending a message there would be no hesitation tonight.

They chatted throughout dinner and the silence was comfortable when they allowed themselves to stop talking and eat. Claire confessed her decision about Frank was partly due to how she felt with Jamie. He inched closer to her.

“Sassenach, is it wise to tell me such things? This lad is head over heels for you and now I know you’re free.” Claire giggled until he kissed her.

“Check please.”

Jamie grabbed her hand and helped her with her coat. “I have already paid Sassenach. Do you want to walk back?”

They stopped to kiss every other minute, so the block-long walk took thirty minutes. He kissed her in the elevator until she broke the kiss, “thirty minutes to call Javier and rinse off.” She walked briskly to her room and Jamie watched like a starving man.

The shower calmed her racing heart and she slipped into a satin nightgown that was very short and felt divine to touch. She knew seduction was the main event tonight and set candles all over the room, a purchase she made between appointments while a happy cab driver waited. Pulling her straightened hair into a ponytail and heard him knock.

Jamie brought champagne and fine chocolates and received the smile of approval from the object of his desire. He waited for her to put them in the frig and then pulled her to him, running his hand up her side and groaning at the feel of the fabric. He didn’t want to race to the bed, instead, he would see how high she wanted to go. He picked her up and sat on the couch with her across his lap. The kissing was slow and sensual as their bodies found their way to a comfortable position. They whispered in the other’s ear, smiled and kissed while their hands explored.

Jamie’s shirt was unbuttoned slowly and she helped him out of it kissing every inch she could reach. Jamie pulled the band from her ponytail loving the soft shiny hair between his fingers.

“You want champagne love?”

Jamie grabbed the bottle and chocolates, pulled Claire to her feet, and poured two glasses. He could not stop touching her and needed to see her naked. It was two years ago she invaded his space so sweetly and he could not wait any longer. While she stood in front of the mirror, he moved his hands up her body under her nightgown and pinched her nipples slightly. He could see the rosy glow on her cheeks as she pressed back into his chest. He lifted the fabric very slowly in case she pushed back until it was over her head and he was stuck staring at her body. His eyes slowly covered every inch and she watched him look her over, confident in her own skin, aware that he needed this visual experience.

The give and take between them made the night exceptional, sweet, erotic, and satisfying. Her body was so responsive to his touch and that thrilled him. When he dropped to her side, panting for his life, she pushed him onto his back, laid her head on his shoulder, and fell asleep, followed by Jamie a short time later.

Claire was hyper aware of Jamie in her bed all night. She woke up several times and went back to sleep with her hand or arm touching his skin. This gesture was sweet and tender to Jamie as he woke each time she moved, anxious to feel her hands move across his skin again.

The beeping of Jamie’s watch brought them both to consciousness as the morning rays were streaming in the windows. He jumped out of bed worried he was late for his interviews and looked around for his clothes. Claire was on her knees on the bed and spread her arms wide, still half asleep, she wanted a morning hug that made him feel weak. He pulled her close and hugged her, kissing the top of her head and asked how she felt, if she was ready for the day, if she would think of him today, and if he could get her anything. He pushed the hair out of her face and realized she was sleeping, somehow still on her knees.

“Sassenach, do you need to get up?”

She nodded her head yes and held her arms up for another hug which was warmly given.

“Dare I ask if you’re free for dinner tonight?”

“If you can wait until seven o’clock, I would love that.”

“See you at seven then.”

Claire checked her email and was shocked to see a coded message. She sent it to Tom remotely and then read what Javier had to say. ‘Rat found, extermination complete, you are safe. Do you want a new project?’ She sent her response to Tom before sending it to Javier. She passed on the project, wanting more time with Jamie to explore her feelings. She jumped to her feet and danced her way to the shower. It was going to be a great day.

[feenyreadscomics]

(for the character thing) Foggy

Ah yes this pleases me

Why I like them? Really funny, absolutely solid rock for Matt, won't take any of his shit

Why I don't like them? Both in the comics and the TV show, I don't like the ways in which he often treats Matt with an ableist mindset. Obviously I'm okay with this if the narrative addresses that Foggy is also being a dick, but it often doesn't.

There's also aspects of Netflix Foggy that I don't like that they changed: namely, I like that in the comics, Foggy comes from a wealthy family. He has problems, sure, but I like that in the comics, its that Foggy comes from an entirely different worldview, one of privilege, and he can't understand Matt. He doesn't get it, but he tries to, and I think there's value in that. There's value in Matt and Foggy initially hating each other and working through that and coming to an understanding, and that is gone in the Netflix show.

Favorite episode/scene if movie? Okay I'm counting comics here, but in the Waid run there's a nice bit where Foggy, while undergoing cancer treatment, helps watch some other kids undergoing cancer treatment too, and its just a really sweet bit. The kids are drawing pictures of superheroes fighting their disease and Foggy initially panics over it before the doctor says the kids don't actually think that, but it gives them hope, and its just really heartwarming

Favorite season/movie? Dunno if this counts, cuz comics, but I liked Foggy being in Punisher Kill Krew. He is the funnyman for the group, kills a frost giant, gets a sword, and we see the similar dynamic of Foggy not fully being able to understand the vigilante worldview except this time with Frank Castle. Its a five issue miniseries, so it doesn't drag on forever, which is also nice.

Favorite line? I can't really think of any off the top of my head, since most of my comics are in my college town, and all of the quotes are from the MCU (grrr). Its in the Mysterious Masked Matador, at the end, when Matt accuses Foggy of being jealous of Daredevil. The quote "Aww, I'd never be jealous of him! I'll bet he wears a mask because he's ugly as sin underneath it!"

Favorite outfit? Idk he's got so many good ones. I think I'm partial to the various green suits he has. Its good character design that such an unusual suit color got carried from the 60's to today, and its so cohesive.

OTP: outside of celebrating Matt and Foggy together in all forms? I think Elektra, at the very least, has the potential to be interesting. A lot of the problems with Matt and Foggy involve Matt deceiving Foggy, which wouldn't really happen with Elektra. Foggy and Karen is also a classic, but idk because my thoughts on Karen are mixed.

BROTP:again, excluding celebrating Matt and Foggy together in all forms? Frank Castle and Foggy. Simply because you still have that honesty coming forward, but Foggy also understands Frank even less than Matt. Punisher Kill Krew was really good, and I'd like to see more of that dynamic.

Headcannon?

BI👏FOGGY👏

Unpopular opinion? I guess the whole I prefer Foggy's origins in the comics than tv show.

A wish? We get, at some point, space lawyer Foggy, going from planet to planet, learning the legal codes.

An oh God please don't ever happen? Foggy dying. Also canon getting into Foggy becoming an alchoholic, not because I think the idea is without merit (esp for MCU Foggy) but because I know the writers would fuck it up.

Five words to describe them? Workaholic, everyman, sensible, quick witted

My nickname for them? Dunno how much if it is my nickname, but I know when I'm writing dialouge where people refer to Foggy, I refer to him as Fogs a lot.

Thanks for the ask!

#foggy nelson #feeny does an ask game

[fortysevenswrites]

3 and 19 for the fanfic asks 💕

3. Do you prefer canonverse or AUs?

I’m kind of an *insert ‘both is good’ gif here* when it comes to fic, but definitely leaning toward canonverse. I’m a little pickier with my AUs and really need them to be at least grounded in canon, personalities intact.

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

Which character hahahahaha? Okay here we go....

Karen Page: Karen hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since before her mother died, but it’s only after she reconciles with Frank and they start talking about their shared traumas that it gets easier. Having Frank in her bed helps too ;-)

Frank Castle: Frank doesn’t actually hate Matt--he respects him as a fighter, but can’t stand his moral code because it’s so opposed to his own “do what needs to be done” mindset. He does not like how Matt treats Karen though. Also, he and Elektra do meet and become murder friends. Karen and Matt both have no idea how to make sense of that.

The Lieberman Family: The reason why Frank didn’t call the Lieberman’s during TPS2 (LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE) is because after David was reunited with his family, he and Sarah made the most of their reunion and they had another baby (a girl named Faye Diza, for both Frank and Dinah), and Frank was not about to put them in danger again, especially not with a baby in the mix. Leo and Zach think it’s SUPER weird that they have a sibling with such a massive age gap, and they choose to ignore the how and why of it all happening—that’s what therapy is for anyway.

Our girl Kim Hart: Even though she doesn’t have her power coin anymore and is technically retired, she can still morph thanks to the Crane powers. She also still heals quicker than a normal person, which seriously helped her gymnastics career. And yeah, she did feel a little bad about it, but not bad enough not to compete.

Tommy Oliver: After reluctantly un-retiring in Dino Thunder, he does go looking for Kim and they rekindle their relationship and live happily ever after.

Tommy & Kim: After Zordon sacrificed himself at the end of the Space season, Tommy calls Kim, the first time they’ve talked in years, and they talk all night. They don’t entirely clear the air, but they do make clear that things would be different if they weren’t living on opposite sides of the country.

The entire Power Rangers in Space team: because they revealed themselves publicly to save the world, they’re the most famous rangers on the planet, and serve as a go-between between PR teams and major media outlets (you can really see me putting my PR hat on for this HC hahaha), especially when a new team comes along.

Ashley Hammond (PRiS): She splits time between Earth and KO35 because she, duh, is dating an actual alien (who is a human, because earth is not the only place humans live)

Astronema/Karone (PRiS/PRLG): After her tenure as the pink ranger in LG, she goes back to traversing the galaxy, using her sorcery powers for good (also, her abilities as a sorceress were not tied to her being evil) and there are MANY a crisis that she has stopped in its tracks before it could get as bad as the situations the Power Rangers have to take care of.

Cassie Chan: After the Space season, Cassie serves as Earth’s ambassador to the other planets in the system, which she does yes, because someone with space experience needs to do it (and Ashley’s too busy vacationing with her boyfriend on KO-35 and the other rangers are heavily involved with Earth’s recover), but also because it’s the only way she can think of to track down a wayward Phantom Ranger--who she ultimately does find, and they live happily ever after, splitting time between Earth and a recovering Eltar.

Y’all...I have SO many Power Rangers HCs

And because I recently finished From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series and have some Geckos and Fullers on the brain...

Kate Fuller: Even though she wasn’t in control of her body when she was possessed by Amaru, she still retains Amaru’s sword-fighting skills (which, let’s be real, Seth is a BIG fan of) and her ability to sense Culebras when they’re nearby. She also doesn’t even bother with the guest room they set up for her when they get back to base at Jacknife Jed’s, and crashes with Seth in his room. It’s platonic at first, but they both can’t sleep without knowing the other is nearby since they both have terrible nightmares about the other dying—also since Seth wasn’t there when she did die, he has nightmares that embellish on what really happened, and since Amaru tried to drain Seth’s soul, Kate sees those nightmares too.

Seth Gecko: Seth feels like he SHOULD feel like it’s weird that Kate is sleeping in his bed especially after everything that happened leading up to them parting ways in Mexico, but then he remembers that he doesn’t give a fuck about what it may or may not look like, and having her in arm’s reach is better than any alternative (like her sleeping two rooms down, or her leaving with her brother after Matanzas, or you know, not being alive anymore, period). Also, Seth has bad anxiety, pretty much ALL the time, and it takes a while for him to reconcile the fact that his real life actually is one where he gets to rob banks and run a criminal empire with Kate AND Richie together, and it’s not like, a really awesome dream or something.

Richie Gecko: Richie LOVES picking up new and random skills from the people he feeds off of, including sleight of hand, how to throw a perfect spiral with a football, and accounting, so he can handle the books for both the legal and extra-legal sides of their enterprises. He also is the only one to work out of the lower levels at Jed’s because Kate refuses to go anywhere near Malvado’s old offices, and Seth doesn’t like being down there because it makes him think about how he got screwed over by Sonja and Kisa almost died.

Kisa: Kisa ultimately decides to embrace her role as La Diosa, and travels the country helping Culebras find their way. She sends the most wayward ones she finds to the Geckos, which Richie appreciates and Seth does, but refuses to admit it, because she and Seth have built up a semi-antagonistic understanding, where they don’t LIKE each other, but they appreciate the others’ skills. Sometimes she does creep in on his dreams to make sure he’s treating Kate right, which he is NOT a fan of at all, and usually leads to Seth yelling at Richie, demanding that he call her and tell her off. Of course, that gives her the chance to catch up with Richie, which is exactly what she wanted. She and Richie do eventually get back together, once they’ve both grown up a little bit and grown into their new lives.

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[the-firebird69]

Pilot (1.01) | Sopranos Autopsy

They are so overt and odd and open about it and it's the max making all this happen and spitting and sending code everywhere we know that something wrong with him but they're like this sort of anyways they're going to get beat up and our son is happy about it then daughter it's very very rude what they're doing to him the opening scene is from The graduate and they're saying that he's like a lady and she's a graduate and she's also a prostitute and it means it's going after the stuff we could not believe how awful it was and the guy coming up to him is supposed to play our son and says it's kind of cheesy but I do see what you're saying and stuff like that and it's very vague and just leaves and you hardly see him at all in the rest of the series and that's what's going on too now I understand what they're saying but really you used it for what it is and you're telling people and you know we we want you to and need you to you should be aware that is very risky it's not a sure thing and you're probably not going to you're going to shoot your mouth off like all your other rats and it come down to it and it is foreigners and they say a lot of stuff too and it's coming out they're a bunch of b****** what do you see what our son can do I'm going to start helping him cuz he needs to grow there's some reasons that are making it necessary and their physiological if he doesn't grow now certain things are going to take place and he's going to need it and won't have it I'm putting together a packet and others are too and please forward them to me and we can present them at the same time and or come up with a master packet instead of the master packet would be great and we're going to do that and we'll all agree on stuff and we thank you for your help that's the best way to do it

Thor Freya

Hahaha he says to me too bad I'm not there and I'm supposed to have him here and stuff so okay now the guys have to talk and says

Hera

We have to I guess the young and it's beautiful and they love each other and they're having a romance but we need to get stuff done and we're moving in here and he says why not put a few more bases that gets a lot of us in here and we're going to go ahead and do that and we need it because they're going to start trying to come back and they're going to be growing or trying to and if they're not they're going to send all sorts of others and believe me there are drugs so we're going to go ahead and get ready

Frank Castle hardcastle

We need a lot of stuff to happen here and none of it's happening and for our son and he's in trouble and he says Monday is the day for The sopranos and I'm saying it now so you can get his teeth brush but really that's what they're going to start the HMO thing at Aetna and it's because he sends yes and it starts to chain reaction and it's good to wait a day

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

Yeah we know all sorts of stuff Tricia or Alicia and you know all sorts of stuff too you don't know when the limit is and once you reach 1% or less than that you should know you reached it it's horrible what you're doing is horrible you're taking any support you have from other more luck and anyone else in flushing it and you need all of it every ounce of it just to make it to the next day I don't want to talk about it that's what it is it's logic it's easy

Zues Hera

[dreamwritesimagines]

Once A Year 5 - Nothing But Trouble [Billy Russo x Reader]

A/N: Hello my darlings! <3 I hope you’ll enjoy it, and please tell me what you think, kisses and hugs! <3

Summary: .A phone call can mean many things.

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Frank Castle x Karen Page

Warning: Explicit language, mentions of guns and violence. As usual, I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in this story.

Word Count: 3281

Due to the linking issue, the previous chapters are on my masterlist<3

“Mom, I told you, I’ll be really busy.” You pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder as you put the files and your laptop on your office table, “I am actually really busy already.”

“Rose can handle the gallery while you’re on a lunch with us.”

“No, but I still have so many things I have to go over with the wedding planner, it might take my whole day.”

“Oh darling, I told you.” Your mother said, “There will be no wedding until your father and I meet this…. Carson.”

You tried to suppress the fury bubbling at the pit of your stomach, “Carter.”

“Yeah, that. Until then, what did we say?”

You bit inside your cheek, “I am keeping my options open, mom.”

“Great. Because the last thing we want is for you to miss an opportunity over something less than what you can have.”

Dear God, when would this conversation end?

“Of course not.” You tried to smile, “That’d be stupid of me.”

“I hate to remind you that, you know I do, but-” Your mother clicked her tongue, “You know how your father reacts when there are…mistakes.”

The sharp jolt running down your spine was so familiar that you could barely feel it.

You did feel the nausea hitting you though. That, and that wretched memory.

“Crystal clear,” you managed to say, “It’s not a mistake mother, don’t worry. Both of you will love him.”

“Great! You know how I feel when I’m caught in the crossfire.”

“There will be no crossfire.” Even your voice was mechanical, and you were sure you were going to throw up if you didn’t hang up and focus on repressing the memory, “Listen, I’d love to chat but um- I have this meeting with this new upcoming artist, he’s a genius and you know their attitudes. I’ll call you later?”

“Mm hm, I’ll text you the details.” She hung up and you pushed the door open, then made your way to the bathroom, trying to breathe through the panic. You put the phone next to the sink, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths,

“You’re fine…” you muttered to yourself as you put your hands under the ice cold water, the sudden sensation pulling you back to present before you could delve into the memory, “You’re fine, you’re here, you’re fine.”

As if on cue, your phone started vibrating and you opened your eyes, then turned off the tap and wiped your hands on your dress before you grabbed the phone and answered it,

“Yeah?”

There was a silence on the other line for only a moment before Billy’s voice reached your ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“I know that tone, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you looked up to check your reflection, then scoffed at your bloodshot eyes, “I’m just… I’m just under stress.”

Billy paused for a second,

“You remember the mermaid right?”

You shut your eyes again.

Mermaid. Right.

That stupid code.

You were eight when you got caught in that chocolate shop, trying to steal one of those mermaid shaped chocolates. The shop owner had beat the hell out of you when he caught you, but when you got back to group home, you had to deal with an absolutely livid Billy as soon as he saw the situation you were in.

Then he went after that owner and the last you heard, Billy had swung a baseball bat to his knees so hard that he had broken his leg.

So, from then on, you and Billy had made up your own code. Among many different hidden meanings with different words, mermaid was the most important one;

Drop everything, I need you here.

Billy had never used it with you, but you had used it three times in your life.

The first one would be when you were 16. There was this home party, and for some reason, you had gotten so drunk and there was this guy who kept trying to get you to his car, but you had managed to find a phone and call Billy at 2 a.m. in the morning, giving him the address and slurring something about mermaid.

Billy had got there at exactly 2:15, and got you out after beating the hell out of the guy.

The second time was when you were 20. By some miracle, he was still in the country, but it was also right after that huge fight you’d had with him. But you were walking home, and there was someone who was following you for three blocks and you were sure you didn’t want him to learn where you lived.

So you’d called Billy, and he was there in minutes, no questions asked.

And the third one-

Well.

No third one.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly, “Yeah, I- I remember the mermaid. It’s nothing like that.” You let out a shaky breath, “What happened, why did you call?”

“I just had a feeling,” he stated, “You sure you’re okay? Do you want me to drop by?”

You scoffed, “Don’t you have crimes to commit?”

“Hey, I know my priorities. You first, crime later.”

“Wow, true friendship right there.” You left the bathroom to walk to your office and switch on the TV. “You do realize how weird it sounds right?”

“It sounds like I’m such a thoughtful person.”

“You? Thoughtful?” you flipped the channels, then froze when you read the lines, along with muted footage.

Bank robbery in Hell’s Kitchen,

Masked suspects got away, two of them were-

Shot?

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this bank robbery today, would you?”

“I do actually, I saw the news.”

You took a step towards the screen, “Two of the suspects were shot?”

“Yeah, pity.”

“Billy.”

“Relax, it just grazed me.”

Your jaw dropped, “Grazed you?!”

“Skittles, I’m fine-“

“Where are you?” You cut him off as you walked to the coatrack and grabbed your coat while Billy heaved a sigh.

“I’m fine, you’re worrying over nothing.”

“Text me the location.”

“Will you show up in a slutty nurse costume?”

“I’m gonna kick your ass Billy, that’s what I’m gonna do.” You said sternly, “Text me the location, I’m on my way.”

With that, you hung up the phone, and Rose knocked on the door,

“Hey, you’re leaving?”

“Yeah- yeah something came up, family emergency.”

“Is everyone okay?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, “Can you cancel all my meetings until I come back?”

Rose gawked at you, “All of them?”

“Yeah I- I don’t know when I’ll be back, just…reschedule them please.” You walked past her the minute your phone beeped, and you took a look at the location, then left the gallery.

When you got to the location, you groaned to yourself. Sketchy neighborhoods seemed to be in favor with Billy nowadays, but ironically, it brought back the memories. You locked the car after you slammed the door shut, and walked to the building before pushing open the front door.

“Jesus…” you looked around before you walked to the apartment with the same number Billy had texted you, then knocked on the door,

“It’s me, open up.”

Couple of seconds later, Billy opened the door and leaned on the doorframe,

“Not that you’re not welcomed, but you didn’t have to come.”

“Noted. Step aside.” You pushed open the door to let yourself in and looked around.

So. Billy wasn’t staying with his girlfriend then.

There was nothing that signaled anyone other than him lived there- there wasn’t even any sign of him living there aside from couple of belongings scattered around and his wallet on the table.

“You okay?” you turned to him and he nodded as you unbuttoned your coat, then hung it over the nearest chair,

“Where were you shot?”

He averted his dark eyes from yours,

“Grazed.”

“Don’t try me Billy.”

He shrugged like a stubborn child, and motioned at his ribs, “It’s nothing, really.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Would you have told me if I hadn’t seen the news?”

“There’s nothing to tell, Y/N.”

You frowned at him, but he didn’t back out as usual, so you bit your lip, then nodded at him.

“Let me see.”

He smirked, “Jesus, buy me dinner first.”

You leaned on your hip, glaring at him as he heaved a sigh and lifted his shirt a little so that-

Oh.

You had almost forgotten how good he looked under his clothes.

You scolded yourself in your mind before you reached out to touch the bandage, for some reason, your heartbeat got faster as soon as your fingertips grazed over his skin and you could feel him tensing up under your touch.

Okay, what was happening?

You two had seen each other half naked and cleaned up wounds numerous times, it wasn’t like it was the first time this was happening, but-

You pulled your hand back, “Should I trust you with the grazed part then?”

Billy looked almost out of it but then he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat,

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” his voice was low, and you hesitated for one moment before your body moved on its own accord. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes and hugged him tightly, your fingernails raking over the nape of his neck. He let out a shaky breath before wrapping his arms were around you in a second without any hesitation, one hand over your back while the other one cradled your head, his fingers making their way through your hair.

It was both so familiar, and so precious to you that you were almost taken aback by the sudden feeling.

“I need you to be careful, okay?” You whispered as he nuzzled into your hair, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you had felt his lips on the top of your head, “No more grazing.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m not sure if I can.” You mumbled and felt him nod.

“Okay,” he whispered, “Okay sweetheart, no more grazing.”

“I had a bad feeling this morning.” You confessed without pulling back, “I think I felt it, somehow.”

“That’s why your voice was like that?”

“That and some other reasons.”

“What other reasons?”

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and pulled back to look up at him,

“Wedding stuff, it’s-“ You ignored the way his jaw clenched when he heard the word, “I’m- I’m fine, really.”

“So I take it you haven’t told him you don’t love him yet.” Billy asked and you dropped your arms, then turned around to walk in the apartment.

“I think you’re seeing things.”

“Right,” he scoffed a laugh, “When is he coming back?”

“Soon.” You said, “You know, I could give you some stuff to make here more homely.”

“Is that when you’ll break up with him then?”

“Some cushions here, a plant or two there, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows-“

“Or you could leave him at the altar.”

“How do you feel about orchids? It’d lighten up the place.”

“You don’t love him, Y/N.”

“Well, he loves me.” You turned on your heels, “They say you should marry the one who loves you.”

“He’s not the first to love you, and he won’t be the last.” Billy took a step towards you, eyes fixated on yours, “You know that.”

“Maybe I should get you a corpse flower to go with your mood,” you wondered aloud as you made your way to the table where his wallet was placed, “I’d put it here, maybe some really pretty vase-“ you stopped talking as soon as the white corner of a paper sticking out of the wallet with a familiar handwriting caught your eye.

Not a paper.

You reached out and pulled the polaroid picture out of the wallet, your own handwriting under the picture catching your attention,

Billy,

Find your way back home.

Y/N.

It was your idea of course. If he had told you before, you would’ve done something grand, you would’ve prepared a huge box that they probably wouldn’t let him take with him, but he had told you he was leaving the day before, so after crying, you had to make do with the things you already owned.

Or could buy spontaneously.

“I can’t believe you just bought a polaroid so that you can take a picture,” Billy commented while you turned the camera in your hand, checking it while dangling your bare legs over the pier. The last rays of sunlight caressed your skin and you looked up at him, shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Sit next to me.”

Billy did as you asked and you placed the camera in his lap before pulling the ribbon off your hair, and fixed your hair.

“I’ll make you an album, but-“ you shrugged, “It’s something to take with you.”

Billy nodded silently and you turned the camera towards you as he buried his nose into your hair, half shielding his face with your hair and you smiled, then pressed the button.

It took the machine a couple of seconds to give you the picture and you shook it, then looked at it and made a face,

“Oh no, I look bad!”

“Hey, it’s for me,” Billy snatched the picture from your hand and you shot him a look, “You can send me more pictures, remember? But it’s- it’s from today.”

You rolled your eyes, then grabbed a sharpie from your bag and he looked you up and down, still holding the picture,

“You promise to behave?”

“I’ll just write something to remember me by.”

“I’ll push you into the water if you rip the picture.”

“As if you’d have the guts for that,” you shot back, then uncapped the sharpie, scribbled your note and gave it back to him.

“There you go,” you said, “Don’t lose it there.”

You had almost forgotten about it.

“I look terrible in this picture.”

Billy approached you, then pulled the picture from your grip carefully, as if it was some sort of a treasure. You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts,

“I’m serious, this place doesn’t look like a place you can bring your girlfriend in.”

“It’s private,” Billy shrugged, “She has her own place anyway, so…”

You ignored the small flip your stomach made,

“So this uh… Krista. I should meet her.”

Billy scoffed, then crossed his arms, “Sure. After I meet Carter.”

“He’s in Italy.”

“When he comes back then.”

“Well, your girlfriend lives around here right?” You reminded him “Why not make the best of it? You have a picture or something?”

“No.”

You blinked dumbly, “You- you don’t have a picture with your girlfriend on your phone?”

“It’s not like I am posting our pictures on Instagram.”

As if on cue, your phone started ringing and you stole a look at the caller I.D, then licked your lips,

“I should go, I have this thing with my mom,” You cleared your throat, “Don’t- don’t get shot, or grazed. Okay?”

Billy nodded silently, glaring at your phone and you grabbed your coat, then walked out of his apartment.

                                           *

You called your mother on your way back to the gallery and stumbled into the gallery in a hurry. No matter how busy you were, it still almost felt like an unpleasant chore to have lunch with them, a chore that you couldn’t escape.

So, you did what your habits told you to. As always, you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup and made sure your dress looked good, brushed your hair and stepped back to look in the mirror.

Presentable. Even by your parents’ standards.

“Just an hour,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your purse and left the bathroom, threw your mini makeup bag on the couch in your office, and got your tablet,

“You sure you can handle it?”

“Mm hm.” Rose nodded, “Go have lunch with your mother, I’ll be fine. There’s only one guy in here anyway, and he doesn’t look like he’ll buy anything.”

You huhed, “Okay, call me if anything comes up, and make sure to-“ you stopped dead on your tracks as soon as your eyes fell on the man, staring at the painting with his arms crossed.

Black jeans, black shirt, combat boots and short hair.

He hadn’t changed at all.

“I’ll take it from here,” You sent Rose away, and stepped closer to the man, “Frank Castle in an art gallery? That’s a first.”

He turned to you, then eyed you up and down, “What can I say Y/N? You had good references.”

“Your girl is both beauty and brains, as it seems.”

His lips pulled into a small smile and you stepped closer to hug him, then pulled back,

“I heard about um…” you waved a hand in the air, “Everything. I’m sorry.”

He nodded slowly, “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Frank heaved a sigh, and nodded at the painting, “What do people understand from this?” he asked you, “It’s just a bunch of lines. With paint. Anyone could do that.”

“I’ll hire you to pick the paintings next time,”

“Yeah, you’d save money.”

“Mm hm. So what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well- first of all congratulations,” he nodded at your ring finger, “Bill says he’s an Italian guy?”

“He lives in Italy,” you corrected him, “Well, for now. He’s moving here soon- Billy told you?”

“Rambled about it. At four in the morning, after I dragged my ass up to meet him and Curt.”

You hissed in a breath, “Sorry to hear that.”

“He’s a chatty drunk.” Frank commented “So, this guy is the one huh?”

“Hm?”

“Fiancé?”

“Right,” you let out a laugh, “Um- yeah. Yeah he’s the one. Totally.”

“Yeah, when you know, you know, don’t you?”

You pursed your lips, then nodded before he cleared his throat,

“Listen, we gotta talk about Bill.”

You frowned, “Is- is everything okay?”

“He’s been looking for trouble, yeah?” he asked you, “And finding it, lately. Your parents’ robbery, today’s whole deal-“

“I said the same thing,” you shrugged, “But you know him- besides, please don’t tell me I’m the only one seeing the irony here? The Punisher scolding someone over looking for trouble?”

“Yeah, it’s different when it’s your brother.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Just uh- talk to him, huh? Bastard’s gonna get himself killed at this rate.”

“You might be speaking with the wrong woman here.” You stated, “Shouldn’t you talk to his girlfriend?”

“Krista?”

You blinked dumbly, “Did everyone meet this person except me?”

“I accidentally met her, don’t wanna see her again.”

You frowned, “Why?”

“Bill didn’t tell you? She was his psychiatrist.”

It felt like someone had just dumped a bucket full of ice water over your head, “I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah. While he was healing.”

“Aren’t there laws against that?” You asked, but then realized your mistake when Frank shot you a look, as if questioning your sanity, “…Right.”

“She’s uh…” he waved a hand in the air, “Bad news. So you might wanna get your man back.”

You tilted your head to the right, suppressing a smile while Frank grinned at you like a child.

Right.

Even years later, he still wouldn’t let that go.

“Not my man.” You held up your hand to show him the ring on your finger, “I’ll see you around, Frank.”

“See you around, Y/N.”

You walked past him, shaking your head slightly.

“Karen liked that one by the way,” you called out on your way out, and smiled to yourself, then walked to your car.

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Fic: Habeas for Superheroes, Part 10: An Inquiry Involving the Punisher (Daredevil, Matt/Foggy)

A few days later there came an evening where Foggy and Matt got to walk home together for once, without any plans on Matt's part to go anywhere until after breakfast the following morning. It was all so ideal it gave Foggy the ominous feeling that someone was going to waiting for them in their apartment again.

Still, it was startling when Matt stopped on the stairwell. But after a moment, Foggy gathered herself together and asked, "Okay, who's waiting for us up there?"

A moment later, however, he relaxed, and said, "It’s just Karen." They continued up the stairs then, even as Matt said, "She's really anxious, though. Pacing." That could be for any number of reasons, none of them good.

By the time they'd reached their floor, Matt himself was looking very anxious indeed. Foggy was imagining Karen about to ask them to help on a completely new quest for justice, telling them the killed Watchdogs were definitely the ones who'd attacked her, telling them the killed Watchdogs were definitely not the ones who'd attacked her, or even having another possibly-illegal deed to confess to.

"Karen?" Matt called as they stepped into the apartment. "What.s wrong?"

"You'd better sit down," she said. "You might want to get alcohol first, too." She gestured to the counter; she'd brought them beer.

When they were all sitting down, drinks in their hands, she said, "Frank paid me a visit yesterday."

Instantly Matt was demanding, "What? What did he want? He wasn't expecting you to thank him, was he? Are you afraid he'll come back?"

"No, no, he wasn't going to...I did tell him he shouldn't have killed those men, but he kind of ignored me there...someone knew he was alive. He wanted to know if I'd told anybody. I, uh, I did tell him I told you, but I insisted to him you wouldn't have told anyone, that I'd even gotten a promise from you to consider it privileged, Foggy."

"I don't think he trusts us that easily, Karen," said Matt.

"Yeah, he said that, that he trusts me, but not you. I might have given him an earful on that subject too in response." She actually smiled a little.

"You think any of it took?" Foggy asked. To her surprise, she felt a little indignant at Frank. Karen kept saying he was a man of his own code of honor; how could he have not recognized and respected the fact that his two lawyers were the same?

"I don't know," she said. "He wants me to help with this guy who seems to be stalking him, but the only moniker he's got for him is 'Micro.'"

"You're not seriously thinking about helping him, are you?" Foggy wouldn't have thought she would, but now...

Karen looked down for a moment, then said, "There's something going on here. I'm not even sure what it is, but...Micro managed to contact Frank, and he called himself another 'dead man,' another 'ghost in New York.' That could mean any number of things...but why would he contact Frank like this when he clearly doesn't know him, which means he only knows what the world's said about him, which would lead him to think Frank would definitely kill him? What kind of man would take that chance?"

It was Matt who answered: "A desperate one."

That did seem very possible, but Foggy had to say, "Or an extremely dangerous one. Look, Karen, even if you trust Frank..."

"Well, if this guy's stalking him, he might even know about me, anyway. It's only sensible I try to find some information out about him, know what we're dealing with. You might have to deal with him too, you know."

"Are you going to tell Frank about whatever you find?" Matt asked. "At least if you don't think he's in serious danger with this guy and he needs to know about that?"

"I don't know," said Karen, which sounded way too much like a yes, even when she added, "I'll probably decide once I know what there is to tell." She probably genuinely believed that right now. "Who knows, maybe I'll be able to help him and we won't have to get Frank involved." That, obviously not so much.

"You've been keeping an ear out for Frank, right, Matt?" Foggy asked. Matt had actually gone out for the first few nights after the Watchdogs had turned out dead mostly for that.

"I have," said Matt. "I haven't found a hint of him doing anything of remark besides killing these men, and even that I didn't have confirmed, although if he didn't deny it to you, Karen...I don't think he's even killed anyone else in a while; I've started to doubt there are any members of those gangs he was after left. I'm not quite sure where he's living. I think it's probably not in Hell's Kitchen itself. I do know he's gotten hired from a construction project down in the Lower East Side where they pay in cash, and that he often stays there after hours, even when they refuse to pay him for it." He shook his head. "Under different circumstances I'd be talking to him about how he really shouldn't be letting them exploit his labor like that, especially since at least some of his co-workers actually believe he's intellectually disabled."

A soft "oh" came out of Karen. It was obvious enough how they could've arrived at such a conclusion.

"I could probably look into this Micro myself," Matt continued. "Especially if you can get any more on him or how to identify him."

"You should definitely give us that," Foggy said to Karen.

"Of course I will," she said. Guessing Foggy's next question, she added, "I suppose I can hold off contacting Frank again until we've talked about whatever I find. It might take a little bit of time for him to respond, anyway. I'm afraid the only method of contact he left me was a pot of flowers to put in my window."

Foggy actually laughed. She couldn't help it.

But Matt frowned, and said, "That won't work without him at least semi-stalking you, which puts you at risk for being suspected to be his accomplice."

"Not necessarily," said Karen. "He's all too good at going undetected, and remember, everyone except the three of us and this one guy still thinks he's dead."

Matt looked like he wanted to argue further, but Foggy could tell it wouldn't do anything. So she just said, "Better get this done quickly, then."

"As fast as I can manage," Karen said, too quickly. Foggy didn't doubt she would try to get this done as fast as she could, but perhaps she would regret it. It was no secret that Frank Castle meant a lot to her, way more than he should, way more than either of them had ever intended for. Even under these circumstances, she must have been very happy to see him, and when this was done, who knew if she ever would again.

Matt insisted on shadowing her home. "For all we know, this Micro might have identified you already."

"Well," Foggy noted, "that would make it easy to find him, wouldn't it?"

With his costume over at Jessica's, Matt went to dress in black, while Foggy and Karen used the few minutes to wash out the used glasses. "Karen..." Foggy started when they were done.

"I may not know exactly what I'm doing," said Karen, "but there are some things you just have to do in life, and some people you just have to do them for-Matt's one of those people for both of us, and we're two of them for him. Like it or not, Frank's another one of them for me. I don't even entirely know why, Foggy, he just is."

Foggy couldn't say she didn't understand the feeling. "Just...be careful," she said. "Remember who he is and what he's done, and especially what he may be doing right now. Even if you don't do anything about it, don't actually forget that."

"I know," Karen sighed. "I'll try."

So Foggy was left alone that evening after all; she didn't even expect Matt to come back for a long while. But the conversation with Karen seemed to have already taken a bit out of her. Making herself a quick dinner and reviewing the latest filings from the government's lawyers easily did the rest. When she started to nod off while trying to read them, she put herself to bed, and was sound asleep within moments.

Later That Night

When the footsteps first woke Foggy, of course she assumed they were Matt, though when she tapped the clock, the time it gave out was earlier than she would've expected. Hastily she jumped out of bed and ran into the living room, calling, "Matt, are you okay? Did you run into..."

Then she saw who was standing there, and hastily grabbed Matt's cane, the easiest weapon on hand.

Frank put his hands up. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said. "You ain't someone I'm ever gonna hurt. Your husband wouldn't be either, but...well, that he's not here right now makes me pretty damn sure he happens to be someone I have already when he was wearing a mask, am I right?"

"I'm not confirming anything," Foggy snapped. She mostly believed him, but that just left her very annoyed at him. So she added, "But if it was true, surely it would occur to you that, really, having one vigilante continually coming in to wake me up at night is enough!"

"Look, I just need to talk to you two," he said. "Karen said she didn't want any more secrets between the three of you, even mine."

"She's only told us the ones that directly involved her," said Foggy. "Given the kind of turmoil some of that shit's caused her? You couldn't just demand she suffer in silence. And believe it or not, Mr. Castle, some lawyers actually have ethics, and as I'm sure she's told you, mine keep me from breathing a word about you to anyone, and Matt...well, I think he's pretty much decided to treat it the same way, and anyway, the three of us have taken to keeping each other's secrets beyond that."

Foggy thought she was convincing him, and for a moment she thought he might even just go away. But then he said, "If I'm right...Red's got really good hearing, hasn't he? Maybe to the point he might already know I'm here?"

"Still not confirming anything; please cease and desist with such questions." She even managed to keep her lawyer's face and tone in place, fat lot of good they were probably doing.

Except it seemed Matt would rather the Punisher know his secret than Foggy be left alone with him, because just then came the telltale thump on the roof, and Frank had the nerve to actually smile. "Red?" he called.

Matt had gone to Jessica's and changed into his proper armor, but he didn't even keep the mask on, hastening down with it held in his hands, which Foggy would've thought would've made it harder for him to fight. That left her so put out she just sighed, "You did not have to, Matt. Did you even think this through?"

"Foggy," he sighed back, "when the Punisher surprises your wife in your apartment, and your wife is also a lawyer working at a firm that has made some very morally dubious choices in its time, you are not taking any chances. Also, Frank, I want to know what I can do to get you to leave Karen out of this."

Frank shook his head. "It's her decision to help, Red. Only way we could've controlled that was I not tell her anything, so now..."

"He's got a point there, Matt," said Foggy, "much as I hate to say it. And you know to some extent Karen can take care of herself."

"To some extent," they heard Frank mutter under his breath. Well, a little too late for him to be lamenting who Karen was.

"Still," said Matt, "If maybe by lending you a hand, I can get her out of this quicker..."

Frank spared Foggy to need to yell it by saying it himself: "That's not how this works, Red. You wouldn't be able to let me kill anyone, I know that. Like I told you that one time..."

"Are you sure you're going to have to kill anyone on this one, Frank? I mean, I think if this Micro was intending to go after you, the last thing he would've done was put you on your guard."

"That assumes his behavior makes sense. He could be one of those crazy-ass villains who likes taunting people in very stupid ways."

"And if Karen finds something that indicates he's not?" Matt persisted.

Frank considered it. "Okay, maybe this'll end up being something you can help me on. Hell, you might know before I do, since I'm pretty sure Karen'll report to you before she does to me. That's fine, I ain't gonna push her on that one."

Sometimes Foggy forgot that Frank Castle could be a very smart man when he wanted to be. He would've first been caught a lot earlier if he hadn't been, after all. He probably also knew that Karen was more likely than not to tell him, and if for some reason she didn't, she'd almost certainly come to that decision completely on her own.

"Until then," said Frank, "I'll stay out of your way. If someone else attacks Karen, I'd appreciate it if you returned the favor."

"You do realize," Foggy said, "that she didn't want you to kill people for her? I know she told you that you shouldn't have killed those Watchdogs."

"And what if they come after her again? Those bastards have killed people who haven't done anything more than accidentally acquire superpowers, and next time they go after her she might not get as lucky, and I just can't..." He shook his head and made a frustrated noise.

So desperate to protect the life of someone reckless with it that he'd kill to do it, even against their wishes. And Foggy couldn't protest further without being a hypocrite.

Especially when her husband had folded his arms and said to the Punisher, "I'm not going to make any such promise."

But Frank just shrugged and said, "Your choice, then," and turned and headed out the way he had come. Foggy supposed they could've tried to detain him and call the police, but it honestly felt wrong to, and they probably wouldn't have succeeded anyway.

The Next Morning

Foggy definitely wanted to tell Karen about Frank's visit, but she was now too paranoid to even hint about it over the phone. So she just told her she'd like to meet her for lunch, and Karen only replied that she didn't know if she'd have time for it that day, and Foggy couldn't even tell her that the presumed reason for that was what she wanted to talk to her about.

So instead there was an ordinary morning, at least as much as they had those these days. Matt had gone back out after Frank's departure, but Foggy thought he'd pretty much just gone to Jessica's and back. He'd woken up the next day very broody, but he'd always done that a lot. And he did look a bit more cheerful after he'd had some coffee.

It was nice enough a day to walk to work, which Foggy made a point of still doing sometimes. It would get hotter later that day, and the humidity wasn't all that promising, but it wasn't doing anything to her hair that couldn't be smoothed out on the elevator ride up.

She was walking into the building when her phone rang. Seeing is was Alias Investigations' number, Foggy sidled over to a corner of the lobby while she answered it.

"Hey, Ms. Nelson, it's Malcolm Ducasse. We've been working on who leaked those emails, and it looks like they were linked by people either in or linked to the Department of Homeland Security. We've got emails that go all the way up to Carson Wolf, the Special Agent in Charge for New York."

"What kind of emails?" Foggy forced her voice to remain neutral.

"Nothing that proves anything yet, unfortunately, though it is Ms. Jones' professional opinion," from the humor in his voice Foggy could imagine just how professionally that opinion had originally been delivered, "that they make it hard to believe he wasn't at least in the know, and possibly the main guy behind the leaks. Unfortunately, he also think he's very good at getting out of trouble; he even got the Bulletin to not run a story at one point."

"Really?" Karen would be all over that, obviously. "Any idea of what that might have been about?"

"Well, at a guess, I would think it was about the supposed criminal that Wolf shot and killed out in the street last October, because he did do that. A guy called Lieberman, had been working for the NSA. White guy, too, so I don't think Wolf murdered him just for kicks. Probably whatever really happened's classified."

There were reasons someone might ask the head of a newspaper not to publish something. Some of them were even legitimate, though most of those wouldn't want a story withheld from the public forever, just until an investigation concluded, or something like that. Foggy didn't think this was a case of that. "Well," she said, "thanks for telling us all that. I'll talk to my three colleagues, and then call you or Jessica again later?"

Although since the four of them had pretty much agreed they could tell Karen who leaked the emails, the first thing she did after hanging up was text her, We really do need that lunch. And can you hold off on your latest project until then? Of course, they'd be in trouble anyway if the wrong person had been listening in or her and Malcolm, or listened into the upcoming conference call that now had to happen, but at least it would be a little harder for Wolf to use that against them publicly, and texts also remained riskier than phone calls anyway. Thankfully Karen's response was a simple acquiescence, arriving as she stood in the elevator.

She then texted both Matt and Jennifer, telling them only that she had news and to call into Marci's number for a conference call. She spotted Jose working on something with one of the other PAs, which probably made things easier. Cheryl would arrive in about half an hour, by which time Foggy hoped to have a better idea of how to explain this one to her. Though if the likes of Carson Wolf ever even breathed the names of her children, Foggy would wrangle out of the law every way she could find to heap as much misery on him as possible.

When she called Marci's name, the door opened, and her friend said to her "Whatever's happening today..."

"Involves us being wronged by someone powerful. React to that how you will."

"Oh dear..." was how she reacted to that. That was pretty understandable.

Matt had already called in, and Jennifer did so pretty quickly, so Foggy was able to tell all three of them at once. Jennifer's reaction involved a surprising amount of swear words, while Matt didn't say anything immediately. Marci just stood there with her brow furrowed, and Foggy found herself thinking she just might be the first of them to devise a plan that had a real chance of getting something accomplished.

Maybe she would have, too, if Matt hadn't said, "Maybe we need to get our hands on more of Wolf's email. Marci, Jennifer, if Foggy and I said we might know someone who might be able to get them but that we can't tell you any more, would you be willing to trust us?"

Marci looked up at Foggy, and Foggy had absolutely no idea how she kept a straight face on, or really, how she managed to not drop her jaw in complete and utter shock that Matt would make this suggestion. Maybe he didn't mean who she thought he meant, she told herself. Maybe he was hoping to get into contact with Romanov or something.

That was probably what Marci thought he was planning to do when she said, "Well, I trust Foggy at least." Great, more for Foggy to feel guilty over.

At least until she got that wicked grin, and said, "Do you think you could ask your hacker friend to get the embarrassing emails? See if maybe he committed crimes purely for himself; that would be more likely to bring him down."

"I'll certainly put in that request," said Matt, and he sounded far too happy. Foggy had been right to worry about him and Marci putting their heads together.

As soon as she was out of Marci's office afterwards, she texted Matt, We talk before you do anything. At least this time he too quickly acquiesced. Although just after she'd sat down in her own office, he then texted, All three of us should do lunch today. He'd already texted Karen, too, and when her agreement came on his heels, Foggy decided not to argue.

Lunchtime

This had swiftly become the kind of lunch where they didn't want anyone overhearing them, so they ended up first in Matt and Foggy's apartment, then up on the roof when Matt was confident they wouldn't be overheard there. The summer was starting to come on, and soon it would be too hot out for this. But on that day, noontime found the temperature pleasant enough, and Matt had made them all turkey sandwiches with the perfect amount of mayo. Foggy would've enjoyed it if it wasn't for the pair of conversations she was facing.

Except they ended up getting unintentionally merged when, having heard first about Frank's night visit without comment, and then about Carson Wolf, Karen asked, "If we find this Micro person and he turns out to be a hacker, are you going to ask him for help with that? I think that might get us all tangled up together where I, and probably Frank too, will find out more about what's going on than you'd want, just to warn you."

"If Matt has been thinking of that," said Foggy, wishing for the umpteenth time these two people of hers weren't so alike, "hopefully that would be one of the many things to give him pause."

"Maybe," said Karen, "but the other side is already breaking the rules, so can't you at least bend them? You don't have to actually tell me anything, you know."

"Unless not knowing it endangers your life," Foggy countered,"which, by the way, is one of those ethical dilemmas I've had nightmares about from the time I decided I wanted to become a lawyer, but you getting tangled up in the matter of Carson Wolf takes it from something that could possibly someday happen to something that seems all too likely to happen."

"I think," Matt said quietly at this point, "that such a dilemma is not one that would last very long, Foggy."

Of course it wouldn't. Of course Matt would take care of it for her. She felt like an idiot for not realizing that already. Which only left her angrier at them both.

And much more so at Matt. Whirling on him, she said, "Since we don't known about any imminent threats to any of our lives just this moment, in front of Karen I will say only that you are a reckless idiot who decides to do something and doesn't stop to consider even the most obvious reasons for it being a terrible idea, and when the potential consequences for this one..."

"The way I see it," said Karen, who, Foggy supposed, could answer freely when Matt couldn't, "you're going up against the powerful, and you've already relied on one ally with a lot of technical ability whom you could never really trust fully. If, perfectly hypothetically, you're now going to bring in another one, well, there's a good chance such an individual would be a better person than Tony Stark, at least."

There was a genuine chance of that, but Foggy had more doubts than Karen did. "Of course if we were doing anything," she said, "I doubt Marci would agree to let us to confirm a thing to you about how until we've got more reportable information, so..."

"I'll go ahead and talk to Ellison about Wolf, then?" Karen asked. "Maybe he'll even have more information about this guy he gunned down. Shows a nasty pattern of consistent behavior, in any case."

She was even nice enough to clear out a little early, and Foggy and Matt were finally left alone. It wasn't five seconds after she left the roof that he said, "Look, I know this Micro might not turn out to be someone we want to trust at all, and if so, he'll never hear about any of this."

"And how much are you going to investigate and how much are you just going to rely on your gut?" she countered. "Especially if you aren't going to let Marci or Jennifer be involved in that decision-hell, will you even let me have my say, or will you just make up your mind when you run into him in the middle of only you the Devil knows where..."

"I can keep from doing that," said Matt. "It might not be just me monitoring him anyway-or me and Frank either," because he knew what Foggy would think of that, "I think Rand's likely to get himself involved in this too, sooner or later. Ever since Karen was attacked he's been trying to keep an eye on just about everything south of Central Park."

"That's not of much comfort, quite frankly," said Foggy. "Not when I've had Colleen argue to me that he's even worse than you. Besides, we don't know what would happen if he and Frank ran into each other, and maybe it would be better to not find out, you know?"

"Yeah," Matt nodded. "Although who knows, maybe Frank'll end up getting mixed up with Carson Wolf as well. Karen told you that there's evidence the Department of Homeland Security was connected to that sting operation gone wrong, right?"

"Oh, come on," Foggy sighed. "Surely our lives aren't going to turn out to be that crazy...."

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Before Billy: Questioned by Madani

Here’s the next part! All previous chapters can be found in my masterlist.

This takes place 3-4 years prior to current events.

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You’d been sent for questioning once before.  When you were kidnapped by Vince over 10 years ago, they needed a full statement from you with a recount of events. This was different though. You weren’t sure why you were here. You’d seen Billy briefly as he left this same room and he tried to talk to you, but you were escorted into the room - commanded not to speak with anybody. Prior to that you’d seen a pretty, pale, blonde woman with a few cuts on her forehead waiting to be questioned as well. 

You weren’t sure what any of this meant for you. Were you going to be locked up simply for knowing things? Was it because you knew Frank?

“I apologize for the wait, Ms. Y/L/N,” Agent Madani walked into the room, coming around to the other side of the desk and pressing record on the camera in front of you. She sat down and smiled as she placed a folder onto the desk. You shuddered at her use of your real last name and not the name you changed it to all these years ago.

“Oh, no problem. I mean it’s not like I made an appointment at the doctors office... I didn’t ask to be here, so...” you pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes at her but she continued to smile.

“You don’t know why you’re here, do you?” She asked placing her hands onto the desk. You shook your head as you sat up straight into the chair. “Do you know ‘Micro’?”

You shook your head again, furrowing your brows. “Who is that?” She sized you up as you continued. “Unless that’s a code name for Frank or somebody-“

“David Lieberman. Do you know him?” She asked again. 

“No, I don’t know who that is.”

 Agent Madani smiled, tucking her short curls behind her ear. “Okay, let me begin. I’m Agent Madani with Homeland Security.” You nodded once before she went further. “And after the events today at the Royal Hospitality, I think it’s safe to say that despite you not knowing David Lieberman, you do in fact know both Frank Castle and Billy Russo. Correct?”

You nodded again. “Yeah, but not in the way that you think.”

“And what way is that, Ms. Y/L/N?” Dinah narrowed her eyes and you sighed. “Please. Just call me Y/N?” You winced, not wanting to step on her toes but also not wanting your real last name used.

“I’m sorry, it’s only for the statement. But...from this moment forward, I will call you Y/N.” She continued to smile at you waiting for your answer.

“Well, I assume you think I know Billy the way most women do. And I’m going to clear that up from the get go and say that’s not the case.” You raised your brow at her when she leaned forward on the desk.

“And again, what way is that?”

You craned your neck to the side before making eye contact with her. “I have a boyfriend,” You blurted out. She seemed to not understand what you were getting at. “I haven’t slept with Billy. I’m not one to be added to his list.”

Agent Madani opened her mouth to say something before quickly closing it again into a tight lipped smile. “I don’t care if you have. I have a few questions for you, though. How do you know Frank Castle?”

“The same way I know Billy. Through my roommate, Curtis. He served with them in the Marines.” You leaned back in your chair now attempting to get comfortable. You didn’t want this agent to know you were intimidated by her.

“And how would you describe your relationship with Frank?” She asked you as she opened the folder in front of her and began to flip through some of the pages.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Extremely casual? Cordial? Just acquaintances? I don’t know him well at all honestly. Only met him a few times.”

She continued asking questions without looking at you now, further digging through the papers in front of her. “Seems like you two are pretty close, though. You stood in front of him to protect him. Did you know he was presumed dead?”

You nodded at her with a frown. “Yeah, I didn’t know the details until after I met him though.”

“You’re not from the city. Did you know he’s also known as The Punisher?”

You fell silent then. Truthfully, you’d only discovered that a few weeks ago. You didn’t keep up to date with things like that. There were always talks of vandalism and supposed superheroes around. Vigilantes if you will. But you’d read more on it after Billy came clean to you about everything. You ended up putting two and two together once you realized the timeline of events. “No,” you shook your head.

“And how would you describe your relationship with Billy? ‘Casual’? ‘Acquaintances’?” She looked up from the folder then and locked her eyes on you again with raised brows.

“I guess a little more than just acquaintances. I mean I’ve talked to him more than I’ve talked to Frank.” You began to feel uncomfortable by the eye contact and looked over to the side trying to avoid her gaze. “But I’m not sure I’d call it a relationship. Our friendship-if you could even call if that- is basically just him being Billy and me ignoring his advances.”

She pursed her lips in thought as she moved her head to try to get you to look at her. “What do you mean by him ‘just being Billy’?”

“I mean...well, you should know, right?” You smirked looking back at her. “We know Billy can be a bit forward. A bit of a flirtatious asshole...a fuckboy, if you will.” You grinned at her. You knew she was sleeping with Billy. You got the vibe when you saw her at the bar with him and from overhearing a bit of their conversation earlier in the lobby. “But I always stand my ground. I never fell for that.”

“Well, aren’t you a woman to be desired,” she smiled darkly at you as she sighed looking back down at the papers. You realized you shouldn’t come across as such a bitch to a federal agent, so you cleared your throat before continuing. “I should also say... I have no judgement toward those that have. I get it. I sleep with people, too. I don’t care. I’ve just...never been interested in him that way,” you shrugged feeling sorry that you spoke up in the way that you did. She offered a warmer smile then before looking back at the papers.

“Has Billy ever told you about his time overseas?” She asked and you nodded slowly. “Yeah, a little bit.” She looked at you waiting for you to say something further. “I mean, honestly...not a lot.”

“I noticed I seemed to peak your interest when I mentioned Cerberus.” She raised her brow at you before closing the folder. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what that is,” you frowned. You didn’t want to give her too much information. You definitely wanted her on your good side but you also weren’t going to tell her Billy’s secret...Though it did seem like she knew. 

At this she slid the folder over to your side of the desk placing it in front of you. “It seems like you don’t know much,” she mocked before standing up to walk around to you. “Do you know Vince Letts?”

You could feel the wind get knocked from under you when she said his name. You immediately felt sick to your stomach, like you were going to vomit. Unable to speak or move, you could see her sit beside you now. “Is that someone you do know?” She asked you again but more gently.

You swallowed before nodding quickly still unable to move or look at her. “Is-is that what took you so long earlier? You were looking into my file...” Slowly turning to face her you could see her features appeared kind. Not harsh or mocking. 

“It is,” she replied scooting her chair closer to you. “Did you know he’s dead?”

Feeling lightheaded, you placed your hands on the end of the desk and breathed in a shaky breath. “Y/N?” Agent Madani tried to get your attention and you shook your head fervently, trying to get a hold of your breath. “I need to know if you’re going to be sick...here,” she stood up to grab a trash bin and placed it beside you, letting it rest against your knee. You felt like you were going into hyperventilation. Taking deep breaths to try to steady your breathing, you were only making yourself worse. “Can you take a few minutes to breathe with me?” She seemed concerned and you couldn’t tell if it was because she actually cared or if she just didn’t want someone fainting on her watch. You struggled to nod and she walked you through a breathing exercise helping you to get your breathing back under control. 

Once you finally felt like you could speak again, you stuttered. “H-how d’you know he-he’s dead?”

Her eyes bore into yours and then glanced down at your lap where your hands were shaking. “We found his body. Just a couple miles south of Anvil, actually.” Your stomach clenched and you felt like your heart had dropped. “Something tells me you knew this, though.” 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to hold back tears and push through the questioning. “I didn’t-”

“One of the men who was there...who guarded the door? He is actually an undercover agent for the FBI, Y/N. We know everything. He said there was a young woman who looked exactly like you leaving the scene with none other than Billy Russo.” She placed a hand on the arm of your chair as she leaned forward, urging you to look at her. “I guess the agent didn’t think the guy was worth saving...can’t say I blame him.” She shrugged, “But we know you were there, and we know Billy killed him.” She raised a brow at you waiting for your reaction. Your eyes widened and contemplated your next move. 

Do I tell her? 

“So I know your secret. Maybe we can help each other out? You tell me what you know about Cerberus and who was involved, and I’ll make sure to clear your name from the witness reports.” 

You shook your head slowly, unable to bring yourself to say anything. “He...Billy didn’t do it,” you choked. She leaned back in her chair then, watching you closely. She stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue, but you had a feeling she already knew what you were going to say. “I did it. I know Billy’s done a lot of fucked up things, but you can’t blame him for this one.”

She nodded at you still leaning back in her chair. Crossing her legs she placed her arms behind her head and appeared to zone out, considering what to say next. “I can still help you.”

What is she getting at?

Your head jerked upward to look at her. “Why would you do that?” 

“We both can use all the help we can get. I’m able to clear your name for the murder of Vince Letts, and you’re able to give me information on Billy and Cerberus,” she grinned at you as she stood back up to turn off the camera. 

“No-no, I don’t know anything about that, though. I really wish I could help you. I know I don’t deserve you clearing my name so I wish I could repay you, but I really don’t-”

“Let me just lay this out here for you so you understand,” Agent Madani turned back to you leaning over the table in front of you. “You refuse to help me, I release the agent’s witness report as well as your confession to the murder of Vince,” she sneered. “Or, you cooperate and work with me on this and I’ll clear you completely. Nobody will know, nobody will ask further questions.” 

You swallowed considering your choices. You didn’t want to out Billy like this but she clearly already knew enough. You could just take the deal, agreeing to tell her what you know. Maybe she knows even more than you do and you wouldn’t be telling her anything that she doesn’t already know. But what if she only acted like she knew about Cerberus and didn’t actually know anything?

“Well, what do you say?” She stood back up sizing you up again as she awaited your answer.

You stood up then to shake her hand. “You got a deal, Agent Madani.”

She smiled then shaking her hand in yours. “Please, call me Dinah.”

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