Inspired by those goddamn text exchanges on TikTok

"I owe you a black eye and two kisses" - Moderately based on The Punisher Series and Daredevil. What happens when Melanie's strangely quiet neighbor shows up at his door bruised, bloodied, and barely standing just as she's leaving for her night shift. As a nurse, she can't walk away. As his neighbor, she probably should.

Moving into a new apartment was supposed to be the beginning of something normal. Then you met the man across the hall. Frank Castle is quiet, intimidating, and seemingly allergic to conversation. For three weeks, the two of you barely exchange a word-until 11:42 one night, when a number you don't recognize sends you a message. "You home?" Before you can question why your mysterious neighbor has your number, another message appears. "Lock your door." Someone has been sitting outside your building for three nights. Watching. Taking pictures. And somehow, Frank knows. What begins as an unwanted rescue quickly pulls you into a world Frank has spent years trying to keep buried-a world of safe houses, guns, old enemies, Karen Page, and a man named Billy Russo. The closer danger gets, the closer you and Frank become. And that's exactly what terrifies him. Because Frank Castle has already learned what happens to the people he loves. And Billy Russo has just realized Frank might finally have someone worth losing again. Slow burn | Frank Castle x Reader | Action | Mystery | Protective Frank | Romance

She never planned to fall for him. Dean was her father's closest friend, the Marine who once saved her father's life, and the one man who was always out of reach. When Ash finally found the courage to tell him how she felt, Dean gave her one answer. No. Not because she wasn't sure of what she wanted, but because some lines were never meant to be crossed. Two and a half years later, Ash comes back into Dean's life, and the distance that once made walking away possible is gone. Old feelings return. Boundaries blur. And the question neither of them has ever been able to answer becomes impossible to ignore. Was it ever the wrong person... or only the wrong time?