#frankxreader

The day is dying down, and all you can think is that you're happy that you didn't have to lose anyone.

"You were scared."

Frank's statement makes you turn to him.

"Of course I was, you’re my friend Frank."

You brush off the comment. This particular conversation is making you uneasy.

"Don't waste your tears on someone like me. There's only one way things go for guys like me. I already accepted it." He emptied his glass, placing it back down on the table.

"It doesn't have to be that way."

When you invited him over to have a drink, it was to help you let loose. You were still dealing with the fact that you almost lost Frank. Since they both refused to take your word for it, you just invited him and planted a smile on your face for his sake. Now he was saying things that made you think back to that moment.

"Yeah, and what way do you think it's gonna go. I kill for a living."

"You haven't hurt anyone recently. Frank, you've saved far more lives than you've taken. You're not a bad person, so why are you trying so hard to make me feel like you are? "

"Why are you trying to make it seem like I aint. "

You swallow.

"I just think that some people are worth the trouble I guess." Your intention is to laugh it off and change the topic.

"How about another drink?"

You take his glass, heading to the kitchen. You're doing so much to distract yourself that you don't hear him walk up behind you. Your turn to grab some ice, and you run into his body. Straightening, you want to ask if he needs something else. But those dark eyes have you frozen in your spot.

"You don't think I'm a monster."

How could you when you knew the reason he went out everyday and fought. He made himself a monster to society so he could get rid of the people the cops couldn't take on themselves. You never envied his ideology. You could never take a life.

That robber who'd killed your Uncle, you wanted nothing more than to cause him pain. Watch him beg for his life. But in the end, you couldn't do it. Because that's' not what you stood for. It wouldn't have brought him back. Frank, he was just dealt a bad hand. It didn't make him a monster. Because he was changing.

"I don't. You're not a monster Frank. "

Frank looks down, a smile on his lips.

"You really are naive."

"Wha-"

He leans in, and you stiffen. It's a simple brushing of lips.

Nothing about Frank can be described as gentle, but this kiss. It's not just gentle, but warm, brief, amazing. He moves back. Those eyes bring too much meaning to them. You feel as though you're bare. You're the one that reacts this time. Your hand lays on his jaw. Even his features are rough, it makes you smile.

"I guess I am." you reply. Your fingers caress his skin, and he closes his eyes. You move it down, and when it lands on his lips, you trace it.

"Soft.."

You hadn't intended to voice that. You see the way his Adam's apple bobs as his eyes flicker open. It's a momentary battle, then it all breaks. You aren't sure who moves first. It's too quick to tell. Your lips join hurriedly, and you brace your hands on the counter behind when he leans into you.

It's a move to try and regain some control. It's gotten so hot. Frank practically rips his jacket off, and you're fighting to free him of his jeans. His belt drops to the floor, and your t-shirt follows. He kicks his pants off, and you can't wait for him to discard his own t-shirt. 

You rip it open, the buttons dropping to the floor. You bite down on your lip, and Frank laughs, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist with a giggle as he starts moving, lips joining and parting. He stumbles a couple times, urging some more giggles from your lips.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Parker."

A/N: I’m doing this for christmas and the beast boy. I made it GN!Reader but if I messed up pls do let me know! -Danny

Words: 1,125

Requests: listed at the end bc they’re a lot

Frank was tense and you had no idea why.

You'd washed his clothing while he was in the shower, leaving it out for him to pick up. When he walks out, he's wearing his jeans and t-shirt, the jacket hanging over his shoulder. You already have the first aid kit in your hands. You pat the seat, and he gets the message. He plants himself right next to you, lifting the injured limb. 

You begin cleaning it. For the most part, it's not that bad. Just a gash on the side. A few inches up his forearm. You know he's had worse. No wonder he acts so nonchalant.

You take the opportunity to admire his build. His muscles feel taunt under your fingertips. Frank's eyes are faced forward, and he looks a bit lost in thought. All your ministrations are tender. You can't help it. Something about Frank makes you feel protective. You just want to shelter him, or maybe hold him.

It was irrational. Frank Castle isn't your regular guy. Affection may be something that's far out of his reach. Even though that's the case, you can't stop your thoughts from straying to it. His eyes look so hollow when he fights. You know there's a statement there. Each battle is just another fight. One he's not sure he'll come back from. He treats this job like he's at war again. Fighting with no guarantee of survival. He's been all alone. No family to speak of. At least you still had your aunt.

You make busy work, because you don't like the direction your thoughts are heading.

Once you're done wrapping, you tie it off.

"There you go. You really should be more careful. It could have gotten infected. Can't stop bad guys as effectively with just one hand Castle."

"I've done it before."

Of course he has.

"You're really something else."

There is something you were wondering about.

"Why were you sneaking around my apartment anyway?"

He suddenly looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Figured you wouldn't be that good at seeing enemies coming at you. Thought I'd make an appearance just in case. "

He was worried about you.

"That's actually pretty sweet Frank, thank you."

"Don't read too much into it. Just thought it'll be boring if I didn't have you whispering ethical values in my head 24/7."

He wouldn't outright say it, but you knew he cared.

"Getting a soft spot for me Frankie." you teased.

This time when he looked at you, it made your heart do a steady thump.

"Guess I am."

There was no denial in his words or on his face. Now facing you, teasing felt like a stupid thing to do. He held your gaze for a few moments, right before he looked away.

"Thanks for patching me up."

"O-Oh, yeah of course." He stood, and it looked like he was about to leave.

"Next time you visit please let me know, or at least knock. My senses aren't that good at differentiating friend of foe. It just reacts. "

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." He was heading in the direction of the window that he slipped through. You watched him take off, admiring his form until you could no longer see him.

"Found it."

Frank slid the gun back into his pocket, climbing through the window. He'd been tracking you for a while now. After he saw your face, he'd been doing his own surveillance. He was a bit surprised to find out you were just a philosophy professor at a university.

Your specialties were based in the sciences. He figured he'd keep tabs just to be safe. He knew you weren't an enemy. But with your happy go lucky attitude, there could be enemies you weren't even aware of. Somebody had to be looking out for you.

That's why it surprised him when you shot up from around the corner in nothing but a towel. You tackled him to the ground, pinning both his arms. He grunted, because he physically couldn't move. The crease on your eyebrows evened out, and you stared in shock.

"F-Frank!"

You jumped up, clutching the towel to your body.

"Nice to see you too." He said, slowly pulling himself off the ground.

"Why are you sneaking around in my apartment! Haven't you ever heard of calling, or knocking!!"

"Thought I'd surprise you." He said sarcastically. He watched you for a few seconds.

"You're strong."

He didn't mean in a general sense either. You were inhumanely strong. It caught him by surprise. If you'd ever gone against him in a battle of strength he was almost positive he wouldn't win.

"Well yeah, radioactive spiders kind of do that.”

He could tell you were still a bit annoyed at his unplanned visit.

"You should get dressed. " Your hair was dripping wet, a few droplets present on your skin too. You felt a bit exposed with him just standing there looking at you. You paced into the bedroom, and Frank leaned against the wall, waiting patiently.

It took you a few minutes, but you were walking out in a pair of shorts and a baggy sweater. It's only when you truly look at him you see the way he shifts. His head raises when he notices you, trying to adjust his stance.

"Frank, are you okay?"

He looked a bit pale.

"I'm fine."

It wasn't that convincing. When you survey his form, it's then you see the blood that falls right onto your tile floor from his fingers. He follows your gaze, moving the arm out of your view.

"You're hurt."

"It's nothing."

You sigh, moving closer. He looks like he's about to move out of reach, but you grab his other arm.

"Don't make me man handle you, Frank Castle."

It's obvious he's not used to being taken care of. He gives in, and you usher him to the bathroom.

"Get washed up, then I'll see about that injury. "

"Stop bossing me around."

You hold in our laugh, grabbing a towel. He steps into the bathroom, removing his shirt. You can't stop yourself from gaping at his build. You know he's muscular. With what he does it's obvious. Even beneath all that clothing he wears, it's easy to see.

"Trying to get me naked." You finally meet his eyes.

"N-No!!"

You shove the towel into his arms, speeding down the hall. Franks bends his head with a smirk.

"She's cute when she gets embarrassed."

"Boys boys, I can't say I'm impressed with what you're doing here."

The group of men turned around, guns raised.

"The hell! Where did she go!!"

One by one you plucked them off, pinning them in different positions on the wall with your web. Frank walked in with his gun, that frown still itched on his face.

"Took out the ones at the front." You jumped down from the wall.

"When you say took out you mean unconscious right?" He didn't speak.

"Frank!"

"Calm down, I just shot them in the knee caps." You sigh.

"You really are a piece of work." His eyes studied the men that were stuck to the wall. Even their mouths had been covered, struggling against your webs.

"How do you even do that?" He questioned.

"Do what, the webs?"

"Yeah."

"Well they come out of my wrists." Frank moved closer, taking your wrist and inspecting it.

"It looks normal."

A string shot out and he ducked, glaring at you.

"You asked me to show you." Laughing, you stuck another web, pulling yourself over his head as you climbed to the top. You could hear the sirens getting close.

"We should probably get going, cops are coming. You don't exactly have the best reputation with them." He grunts, chugging his gun as he makes his way to the back of the building. You crawl out to the top. You never really thought this partnership would work.

Frank was obviously not too crazy about working with partners. But you figured he was trying his best. He even respected your need to not kill anyone. You hoped you were having somewhat of a positive influence on him. He wasn't a bad guy. He'd just seen way too much. Now crouched at the very top, you watched the police carry the criminals away. You could hear Frank climbing his way up. He groaned, dropping down with his back to the wall.

"You good Castle, you sound a bit out of breath."

"Don't get cheeky." He grumbled.

It was nice having a partner.

You freeze when you feel the tingling at the back of your head. The pole that came hurtling in your direction makes you lift your arm. You caught the small stick, glaring in the direction it came from. Frank stood, now on guard. When the person walked out, he looked more relaxed.

"Well, if it isn't red. Come to join our death squad. "

The male stepped into the light, and you stared.

"No way...you're.." You'd heard about him, but you never imagined you'd actually meet him.

"Sorry about that, I needed to make sure you weren't a threat. Nice reflexes. " You threw it back, and he caught it easily, slipping it into the side of his pants.

"So, I didn't peg you for the type to get a partner Castle. I'm a little offended. "

"Don't get ahead of yourself. She basically blackmailed me. Just didn't need the hassle." You moved closer, eyes still trained on the Daredevil.

"This is crazy, like you're really standing in front of me. Wow.." Matt smiled.

"I have to say I'm a fan of your work too. You do a lot of good. I heard you were a guy."

"I thought the same thing." Frank stated.

"Just like society to assume only men can do this job."

Frank is wearing a grin.

"She ain't wrong."

You slid off your mask.

"My name is (Y/N) Parker. ''

For you, trust was something you valued. Frank already knew your identity, so you figured. Since he trusts this guy, then you would too.

"I hope we can all work together to keep the city safe. " He titled his head. Moving over, he shook your hand.

"Likewise."

You smile as he pulls away, and Matt is wearing one too. He was a bit stunned at how peppy you were. He'd been doing this job for a while, and it wasn't often he found himself smiling. But he figured that helping people, it's what brought you a purpose, a reason to fight. Just like him.

"Alright break it up." Frank groused.

Matt chuckled.

"You sound a bit jealous there Frank. Am I getting too friendly with her?" You blush at the insinuation. He doesn't respond, just turns.

"I'm heading out."

He sent a wave, and you sent one last goodbye to Daredevil.

"I-It was nice meeting you!"

"Frank."

After getting the women successfully to the top, you'd managed to flag some police. More like provoked. They'd already stormed the building. You could hear the many sirens, and the yells in the distance. Now all there was left to do is find another exit.

That wasn't your biggest problem though. Frank was looking far paler than usual, and his breathing was ragged. He insisted that he was fine, but you had no idea what that girl had struck him with. And since he was in battle mode until this point, it was possible that his adrenaline was wearing off and the drug was kicking in.

"I'm fine." It's almost a snarl, and you're a bit pissed that he thinks you're that stupid.

"Up ahead, turn right." You do as Matt instructs, moving closer to Frank. He's sweating profusely.

"You're not fine."

"I think we have other things to worry about. " You keep moving, and when you get to a door, Matt kicks it down. Unfortunately the only way out was up. You're at the end of a very tall building and the cops have the area surrounded. Matt turns.

"We're going to have to climb."

In Frank's condition, that is impossible. He won't voice it, but it's obvious.

"Go ahead, I'm right behind you."

Matt has been so focused on the exit that he's just taken in Frank's state.

"Frank you're-"

"Fine!"

He barks.

"Get moving."

You hate this stubborn side of him. You grit your teeth,

"You're such an arrogant asshole sometimes. " You grab him by the waist.

"Matt, we'll meet you at our usual spot." He nods.

"See you there." He's already flipping over another building, and you shoot your web.

"What am I a princess?"

You're too mad at him to voice a reply, you just take off, and he yelps at the force of wind that hits his face as you swing off. Your grip is firm, and his weight doesn't even feel like much. It's going to be a while till you get there. You're a little worried that whatever is running through his body won't wait that long.

You get there in about six minutes. Matt is already on the roof, and he get closer once here recognizes the footsteps. When you land, you loosened your grip, and it's then you realize that Frank looks a bit out of it.

"Frank?"

He blinks a few times, then staggers. You panic when his eyes close and he hits the ground. Dropping to your knees, you scream.

"Damn it Frank, wake the hell up!"

Whatever they'd injected him with was taking effect. You know he acts like he's a bullet proof vest, but he was still human.

"His heart is slowing down, you need to keep it beating." Matt instructed urgently.

The mission had taken quite a turn. Although you'd managed to stop the ring and get the police to rescue all the women that were taken, Frank ran into a snag. Now a few buildings away, whatever she'd given him was taking its toll.

It's not like you could take him to a hospital. You pulled your mask off, frantically doing CPR. With each pump to his chest, you could feel your own restricting. There wasn't much Matt could do. Even calling Claire would be useless. She lived all the way across town. Wherever this was, he wouldn't last the trip.

"Come on, come on, breathe!" You keep at it, failing to see the way Matt's head fell.

"(Y/N)."

You ignored his call.

"(Y/N) he's gone."

"NO!!"

You didn't stop, Matt knew he would have to physically pull you off Frank's body. As he bent to touch your shoulder and comfort you, a shot of electricity raced through your palms. It struck Frank right in his chest, and Matt looked like he was bracing, clearly confused on where it came from.

"What was that!"

He turned, searching for an origin, but his ears led him right back to you. His brows furrowed, hands lowering. You just stared, and after a few fleeting moments, you both heard a loud gasp. Frank shot upright, fighting for a breath.

He coughed, pressing his hands to the concrete. He was still heaving, and you stumbled to your feet, watching your palms that were still very much glowing. You could see the light traveling through your veins.

"(Y/N).."

Frank's heavy voice echoed. Matt was still trying to get a proper grasp on the situation. Times like this, sight would really come in handy.

"Your hands.."

Frank's eyes were fixed on your glistening limbs. Before you could stop yourself, you rushed over to him, hugging him as if it were the last time you'd see each other. The light faded, and Frank stood a bit awkwardly for a while, not sure how to react.

When he heard you sniffling, he realized there that he really didn't need all the details at that very moment. You just needed comfort. So he returned the hug, holding you tightly. You sobbed, and Matt relaxed. Even though he was still a bit lost on what took place, Frank was okay. He supposed that was enough for the time being.

~~~

"There's still traces of the drug in your system. It's usually used as anesthesia, but the amount you took stopped your heart. You'll be fine. I'm not sure what happened, but it restarted your heart. A few more minutes and you would have been gone. "

Frank slipped his shirt back on after Claire's assessment.

"I suggest you avoid painkillers for the next few days. Try not to break any bones please. " The sarcasm was dripping from her tone. Matt thanked her, walking her to the door. You hadn't truly taken your eyes away since you got to Matt's place. You were just terrified that Frank would collapse. The door closes, and you finally shift your gaze.

"I'd like a little clarity on what happened. (Y/N) how did you restart his heart."

Frank needed to know the same. He may have been unconscious, but he didn't imagine that light in your palms.

"I don't know I was just scared he'd die and I.." your eyes fall on the glow that has returned. Matt's moves closer, but doesn't touch you.

"You're doing it again."

Your head whips in his direction.

"I can hear it, the electricity. " Now it made sense. He was searching for an outside factor, but the power was generating from your body.

"Your body is releasing electrical currents..." He spoke in awe. Frank stood, moving to get a better look. You moved away.

You weren't sure what this was, but it would hurt you more than anything if you caused harm to either of them.

"You aint gonna hurt us."

"You don't know that I...I could have killed you!!"

"Can't kill what was already dead." You want to be angry at him for making such a statement. But this time, the look he wears is so soft.

"You saved me. I'm alive because of you. I'd be damned if I'd be afraid of you after that. "

Your lips quiver, and soon, the glow dissipates. Frank takes your hands.

"See, not that scary."

The warmth he provides calms you significantly. Matt understands your alarm. It's obvious you've never done that before. There seems to be a lot that you're still learning about your powers.

"We'll help you."

He's not just talking about this new development, but any other abilities that may present themselves in the future.

"One more door, then we'll get to the exit up ahead. I think we got all the men. "

There's a scream from the back. You turn in alarm. A man is there, and he's grabbed one of the girls, hand around her neck as he points the gun. The others start pushing to get away, and you grunt.

"Damn it."

You should have been more careful."

Matt stops. He's too far ahead to do anything, and Frank is on the other side ahead, clearing your exit.

"You damn vigilantes running around this place in freaking spandex. You really have no idea who you pissed off. "

The sneer of the male holds nothing but hate.

You stare at the woman he'd grabbed. She's the one who'd held the dynamite. For some reason she doesn't look scared. You understand why. She has a piece of wood. It looks like she's carved it herself. She keeps her eyes trained on you, and you read the silent message. She puts down two fingers, counting.

You give a curt nod, and when her hands clench into a fist, she stabs him in the leg. He yells, and she drops to the ground the same time you fire some of your webs. His body hits the wall harshly, and the gun slips. She runs to grab it. When she fires two shots, you jump. With shaky hands, she heaves, dropping the gun. From the look in her eyes, it's clear that this isn't the first time he's laid a hand on her.

"We have to keep moving."

You advise. They start to group together, and you move along. When you pass down the other hallway, you meet with Matt and Frank.

"We're in the clear. There are two cop cars parked two blocks down. You're going to have to draw their attention somehow."

"Leave that to me. I'm an expert at pissing off cops apparently. "

Matt smiles, and as the woman passes, they are grateful. The woman who'd shot the male is the last to pass.

"Rosie."

She points at herself.

"Rosie, you're safe now. " She's starts crying, and she moves in, hugging Matt. He pats her back, and she moves to you, doing the same. You rub her back, smiling.

"Stay strong Rosie." She wipes at her eyes, nodding as she moves with the other girls. You follow close behind.

"Keep an eye on Frank." you tell Matt.

"I will."

A/N: WE ARE (for a brief time) BACK IN BUSSINESS BABIES!!! So I’ve been talking about PJO a lot with my bff and felt the need to write something but I don’t really have time to write a long fic that could make you guys happy so I’m gonna settle with this headcanon thing one of you sent a really long time, don’t forget to comment your thoughts!! -Danny

Warnings: None :)

Request: Hey there! Just wanted to say Your blog is awesome! I love how you write the characters so good! Like really! It amaze me! It really made my day when I read a post of you! I hope the other get well soon I-I wanted to ask for a Headcanon? How the 7 and Nico, reyna, Thalia and Will would be like in a relationship with an short s/o? Like 4'9"? I'm sorry if I wrote it wrong! English is not my native Language ^^" and sorry if this has already been asked/if that are too much Characters! have good day!

Percy:

He’s already a tall guy, so most campers are below his height but you, oh boi

The first time he saw you he melted, you were so cute and huggable!!

Really, Percy treats you like you’re something out of this world, he needs to protect you at all cost!!!!

Has to lift you up so you two can kiss, or he has to sit, or you have to stand on top of something, you know the drill

Anyway, Percy loves his small bean

Annabeth:

She didn’t pay attention to your height until you mentioned it 

And she doesn’t talk about it much unless she’s teasing

When Annie hugs you usually places her head on top of yours and envelopes you in the warmest hugs ever

FOREHEAD KISSES

Nico:

This baby boy is not really that tall, i mean, he is. But not much. 

He’s like, 30 cm taller than you???

He’s kinda cold all the time so you hug him and it looks like a he got a koala stuck on his chest lmao

Nico loves that

NECK KISSES (for him)

He love, he protect, but most importantly, He love unconditionally.

Thalia:

This asshole. 

Won’t be a day when she doesn’t mention how taller she is

And how smaller than anyone you are

At first it was bc she was truly surprised but now she sees you making that face and “You look so cute when you get angry, honey”

You don’t know if you should punch her in the face or kiss it all over

Is always the second choice

Will:

“Hello I’m the doctor, and this is my little helping hand-” “sToP It”

Tons of cute nicknames

All related to how tiny u are ofc

He sometimes will use you like his personal pillow but it’s ok