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JON BERNTHAL as FRANK CASTLE
THE PUNISHER 1.01
#marveledit#jonbernthaledit#jon bernthal#frankcastleedit#frank castle#pete castiglione#the punisher#thepunisheredit#anna-hawk#papa-evershed#darlingshane#bernthalized#marvelgifs#dailynetflix#userbbelcher#tvedit#dailyflicks#cinemapix#dilfsource#my*gifs#marvel#his restraint right here is unbelievable; that kid had no idea what he just got away with but he learned later#bearded bernthal#this is such a great look#manliest man to ever man#he's a handsome dude#you can still see that jaw clench in that 2nd gif despite the beard#can we please have this again?!
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Matt: I just found out from Marc today that when Frank died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Jake said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”
#daredevil#matt murdock#marvel#frank castle#the punisher#pete castiglione#deadpool#peter parker#spiderman#team red#moon boys#moon knight#sailor moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley
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*shakes this post at you like a tennis ball before throwing it across an open field* GO FETCH!
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Peter, dejectedly looking at a news article: Hey, Mr. Punisher?
Frank: What do you want?
Peter: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a menace?
Frank: At least once a week.
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Matt: Hi Frank.
Frank:
Matt: So, you might be wondering why I’m taped to this ceiling.
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Matt: Frank, I screwed up. Big time.
Frank: Red, considering your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
Matt:
Frank: Like, REALLY specific.
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Matt: I just heard Frank call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.
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Matt: If you don’t stay away from Frank, I’ll-
Jessica: Chill, I don’t want your man. I don’t even understand why you want your man!
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*on some random roof in NYC*
Frank: Hey, Red. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day or whatever.
Matt: *hands him a steaming cup* Thank you, Frank.
Frank: *takes cup and sips it*
Matt: Since it’s a holiday, I’ve decided to make you a coffee without salt in it.
Frank:
Frank: YOU’VE BEEN PUTTING SALT IN ALL MY COFFEES?!?!
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Employer, going over “Pete’s” resume: Okay, so right here it states that you’re creative.
Frank: Yes.
Employer: Okay. May I know what you are best at creating?
Frank: Problems.
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Elektra: I think I’m falling for you.
Matt: Then you should stand up.
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Frank: Can I bother you for a second?
Matt: You’re always bothering me, but go ahead.
#frank castle#matthew murdock#daredevil#the punisher#daredevil crack#incorrect quotes#multiple text posts#fratt#frank castle x matt murdock#funny#punisher#frankmatt#gayshipsareyayships#text post#i need a life#peter parker#elektra natchios#jessica jones#pete castiglione
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Deadpool : "You will deny it Matty, but I know something happened between you and Pete."
Spiderman : "... What ?"
Deadpool : "I'm not blind. The tension. The flirting. It's obvious."
Daredevil : "You're insane. I would never !"
Deadpool : "Come ooooon ! I know he can be difficult and all, but it's hot. I'm thinking about you two in the shower sometimes."
Spiderman : "Eeeeeeew !"
Deadpool : "It's not disgusting, it's a complicated romance."
Daredevil : "You mean it's illegal, really !"
Deadpool : "What ? Frankie killed some people, but the law doesn't say anything about not being able to love him ?"
Daredevil : ".... You meant Pete Castiglione."
Spiderman : "Who ?"
Daredevil : "You meant Pete Castiglione !"
Deadpool : "Yeah, Red, who do you think I was... Eeeeeeew. Gross !"
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Pete Castiglioni celebrating Christmas with a sledge? 👀🔨
... like this? 🙃
#hathorik#asks#ask#christmas event#advent calendar#ish#sledge#but the hammer kind#thepunisher#punisher#pete castiglione#frank castle
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i just started watching the punisher, WHY ARE THERE NO DAVID LIEBERMAN STORIES. YALL TELLING ME YALL DONT LOVE A NERDY SHY GUY THATS HUNG LIKE A MOOSE, WHAT??
for the love of god 😩
if i wrote for him would anyone read it-
#the punisher#the punisher x reader#david lieberman x reader#david micro lieberman#frank castle#frank castle x reader#pete castiglione#pete castiglione x reader#marvel defenders#daredevil#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#billy russo x reader#billy russo
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Castiglione // Castle
#no cops at pride just Frank and his sledgehammer <3#Frank castle#the punisher#pete castiglione#the punisher fanart#jon bernthal#long hair frank my beloved…..u lasted 1.5 episodes but ily forever 😩#also sledgehammer fight my beloved#yes babygirl snap after 6 months go crazy fingerpaint with blood lose your mind <33333#did I share these sketches a while ago or was it some other Frank sketches? I’ve been so sick I honestly can’t remember#was thinking about hipster Frank today and I remembered I did a couple sketches but never posted them#k bye <3#mine#my art
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thinking about this flavour of frank when he was neck deep in construction, wild hair, but most importantly the slutty shirts that were both rolled up and unbuttoned way too low for my pussy not to flutter
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Material Of Dreams
Pairing: Frank Castle x reader (no other specifications or gender)
Word Count: 1450 words
Outline: What happens when an abundance of love becomes a burden and a curse? Frank loses what was already lost.
Warnings: Heavy Angst. Character Death. Religious imagery/ spiritual reader. Blood mention, mild violence, alcohol mention, cigarettes, gun mention, swearing.
Author’s Note: Wanted to dawdle in more serious themes, and more linear storytelling, wrote this back in January and it went through many changes. Is truly a passion project by this point.
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Frank Castle Masterlist
Humans are fickle.
So vulnerable.
So easy to break.
One moment you are breathing, the next your heartbeat is gone, your blood spilling out on the road.
Truth is that any person could never find a body of water, any place, to live inside. Humans are floating amongst the sparkling stars and the depths of the abyss. We are nothing but citizens of the far end. Born at the end of the world. Right at the edge. The years are resembling floating sheets. ‘I want to make the time stop.Put those years out like cigarettes.’ he had said a cigarette falling off his lips one Friday night not too many moons ago.
You and him were one. But you started as two souls that couldn’t find shelter, stranger forces forcibly pushed them away from each other. A bullet straight in the gut and you fell down on the concrete ground. No words were spoken, no cries of agony. No time to mourn. You were no more.
Why must everything hurt so much?
A blur of vision.
“We were bigger than gods.”
“Gods can’t like mortals.”
You got lost one night like a primal nymph. Couldn’t wander any more. You needed to save the world. Couldn't let anyone get hurt. That's what you get for wanting to be the hero. Never thought it could be this bad. You were the huntress doing the hunting as the mystery unravels itself. The stars were falling into the mud reflecting back into your eyes. The weather is dark and windy. Dark clouds were chasing two shadows, who could run faster?
“Maybe the wind will take us away to another place.”
“Maybe a place where we could live together. “
A reassuring smile, a squeeze of the hand. Together.
Yet the oil is burning at both ends. Try to save the world, try to save the world. We try to live through the journey, but the journey is sweeping right by us. This night is forever cold and hurting, freezing you up all your insides. The pile of blood is getting bigger.
How much blood can a human spill?
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Frank shuts his eyes close. Waking up in the middle of the night became a habit for him. Maybe that was your fault, only showing up like a nymph inside his dream. Always inside a dream.
Your obsession with God. He scoffs at the thought. You were supposed to build a house together but you became a god instead. The fucking irony of it all.
He saw you walking around the house wearing your soft smile, your footsteps quiet but determined. Until a sudden light glows inside you and burns you up. Out of this world.
Where did you go?
Every day he woke up with the same wish, the same tender promise.
Will you come back when it grows darker?
“Please let the dream become reality this time.”
Sometimes he wishes he could pray, other times he wishes he could punch a god in the face. One thing remains still, his dreams kept you closer. Closer to him, alive in his sleep.
Only there can he see you, your glowing love touching his soul with your wings. When the morning comes you will be gone, lifeless again. The bitter reality.
What an odd circumstance. Empty room, empty soul, and no one can hear his voice whisper “it was nothing but a dream”. Defeated, he places the palms of his hands on his face sighing deeply, begging the sky not to rise again.
“But isn’t that why the world was made, my dear? Just so you and I could meet each other?”
Your voice echoes in his head, you were always the poet.
You were the one who believed in fairytales, in god and all the saints and all magic. Isn’t god magic? That’s the argument he always liked to make.
“The world was created just for us.”
A short world. A bitter world. But it was the world you shared.
A repeated motion.
Brightening up his life with just your existence, your warm smile, and the echo of your laugh. He could hold you and feel alive. He could hold your hand and have his heart beat faster.
What remains now? Nothing but dust. And memories, humans thrive on memories. Latching on to them for dear life.
The sun is rising again and loneliness is growing stronger. What good is a human on its own?
“Stay with me a little longer, stay, I want to tell you something. “
Can you? Can you stay a little longer?
“You were born for me, that’s why the world was made. “
He squeezes your hand and then he turns it around and places a soft kiss on the top.
“Our stories were foretold.”
Guess this one ends in tragedy. Imagine ever living a story that doesn’t end in tragedy. Are humans tragic? Is the world nothing but a big dramatic play?
Moonlight nights fueled passionate kisses. Once upon a time, hand in hand. You and him, him and you. Material of dreams.
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“I am writing to you again out of pure need and it is five am again and the only thing that remains is always you. What am I supposed to do with all these other people and with their theatrical speeches? There’s nothing but paper idols, they could never compare to the realness of you. That’s why we have to love each other. Love me, as much as you can whenever you can. The world is a shitty place. You are the only one who can brighten it up.”
One of the many letters he had sent you many moons ago, your most prized possession. He loved writing you letters while you were on your different hunting sprees. No phone call could ever do that.
He’s looking at himself in the mirror. Inside it, he’s looking at someone almost familiar, and maybe if he shaves his beard he will recognize the face. The ugliness shakes him to the core. Maybe the ugly will go away when he shaves and washes his face. How long has it been since he last touched his own face?
Your blood was still on his clothes. His breath stinks of the cigarettes he smoked, brain going rotten by all the useless things. To his left on the wall there’s your picture. He looks at the picture frame of you and his heart almost starts again.
It feels like murder because it was a murder. Was the bullet meant for him? Or maybe it wasn’t. He can’t remember anymore. He can’t remember anymore. He got his revenge and yet nothing moved on. He Is getting hazy becoming a ghost with all these memories.
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“This isn’t love, this is only fear.”
Silver tears falling from your eyes, crumpled clothes in a small bag.
“This is not love that we are living and is a miracle if we manage to survive it.”
It wasn’t always perfect, was it?
Does it matter now that you are his ghost?
But you loved him here, here in your little corner. The house that you built together. Where are you now that he is searching for you. Angel wings have long engulfed you. In what port, which train station could he be searching for you? Where is he supposed to lay his body at? He needs to find you, to be near you. A miracle.
“Nobody stayed with you for longer.”
Your words felt like a dagger in his heart. You were cold long before you became a ghost.
You loved him here with the moons and the rain and the sun. Here where he had been waiting so long to relax and to rest. He loved how you smiled when you woke up. He never thought you would forget him. Forget it all. That’s what he thought.
Did you forget it? Would you have come back?
“My sweet darling, wherever you are, wherever you will be, don’t ask about me. I loved you here, but now this place is gone, please, don’t ask about me anymore.”
Your epilogue to him not so many nights ago. So why did you show up that night in that dark-lit alley to protect him if you didn’t love him?
Up the stairs, many moons ago, you were walking with beer bottles intertwined around your fingers. He was waiting for you and he was listening to the door, listening for your footsteps, hoping you would come around. You opened the door and walked inside but he wasn’t the one sitting on the bed.
Maybe that’s why you ended up bleeding red.
Guilt leads to death.
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bearded, long haired frank castle. until my jaw locks.
#need him biblically#female gaze or whatever…#my man my man my man#going feral rewatching punisher#frank castle#pete castiglione#jon bernthal#the punisher#marvel punisher
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You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll ever be
Frank Castle x Reader
Gif not mine
Word count: 1700
Warnings: smut (18+ Minors will be blocked!), dom!Frank, Soft!Fem!Sub!Reader, Use of Y/N, established relationship, fluff, angst? (Insecure Frank), soft smut, reader uses she/her pronouns, size kink, use of bunny as a pet name, use of the word daddy (only like twice)
not my gif !
Frank's POV:
As I watched her sleep I couldn't help but feel fear.
What if they found out about her. I couldn't stand to lose anyone else.
I did everything in my power to protect her.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she slept. Her face scrunched up and her eyes fluttered open. "Frank." She groaned and I chuckled. "I couldn't help it. You just look so pretty when you sleep." I told her. She rolled her eyes and closed them again. Rolling over to ignore me. "I'm tired.." She whined and I smiled sadly at the sweet girl. As my thoughts began to run wild I could feel my heart begin to beat faster and my eyes well up with tears. I quickly wiped them away but let out a sniffle in the process. "Frankie.." She whispered turning over quickly.
Her mouth was slightly agape and she stared at me with big sad eyes. "Baby.. What's wrong?" She asked putting putting her hand to my cheek and used her thumb to wipe my tears. I leaned into the warmth of her hand. "Y/N.. I'm so sorry." I whispered and she whimpered and scooted closer to me. "I'm just.. I had a bad dream is all." I said and she pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, then another to my lips. When she pulled away I wrapped my fingers in her hair gently and pulled her back into me. Her arm gave out and I pushed myself up slightly to lean over her.
She whimpered into the kiss as I pushed my tongue into her mouth to play with hers. "Frankie.." She whimpered looking up at me. "I love you." I whispered and she gave me a soft smile. "I love you too baby.." She said.. The smile I loved so much never leaving her face. I couldn't help but push my lips back into hers. Her hand pulled at my hair that was just long enough for her to do so. As our tongues played together I could feel my hard on forming. I moved her legs so they were around my waist before pulling away from the kiss. She let out a whine as I pushed my lips to her neck. "Frank.." She whined as I nipped at the spot I knew drove her crazy. Her hips bucking into mine as she let out a whine as I left marks all around the area.
"Please.." She whimpered and I chuckled and looked up at her face. "What baby?" I asked and she whined. "I wanna take my time.. wanna make love to m'girl." I said and she whimpered. "Wanna make it slow and.. soft." I whispered while my hands trailed up her shirt and over her ribs. I could feel the goose bumps form on her skin.
I scooted down on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head. I kissed down between her cleavage and left marks all over her stomach as I kissed down it. "You're so beautiful.." I whispered and she whimpered as she squirmed. "Please.." She whimpered as I kissed back up her ribs to her chest. I slowly licked around her nipple and her back arched as she whimpered. "Frankie.. Don't tease." She whined as I pulled her into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and rolled it around my teeth. "Please!" She cried out and I pulled back and her nipple left my mouth with a pop sound.
"Can I pull these off?" I asked and she nodded. "Please baby.." She said and I pulled her panties down with them. I looked down at her beautiful body as she panted lightly beneath me. The only light in the moon coming in from the moonlight from the cracks in the curtains. "Don't stare.." She whimpered covering her body. "I've been inside you more times than I can count and you're worried about me looking at you?" I whispered leaning down so my mouth was next to her ear. "s'embarrassing.." She whimpered as one hand came up to play with the short hairs on the back of my neck and the other scratched the back of my shoulder. One of my hands sat next to her head to keep me from crushing her small body under mine. My other hand was moving down her. I gently pressed my lips to hers as I pushed a finger to her clit. "This okay?" I asked and she nodded. "More than okay.." She whimpered and I smiled down at her as I pushed my lips to hers and ran a finger up and down her folds.
"You're so wet baby.." I whispered into her ear. "Please.. Don't tease.." She whimpered and I pushed a finger into her. "s' so tight.. Don't know how you fit me in there.." I whispered in her ear and she whined as I played with her g-spot. "Frankie.." She whined and I chuckled. "Want you to fuck me.." She whined. "I'm not fucking you.." I said and she whined. "Please.." She said frantically. "I'm gonna make love to you tonight bunny." I whispered and she whined. "Want that? Want me to be so gentle to my little hole? Whisper sweet things in my bunny's ear.." I whispered and she nodded frantically. "Fuck you're so tight.." I whispered as I pushed a second finger into her cunt she let out a loud cry as my fingers worked her faster. "Gonna cum.." She whined as her back arched. "You're aloud.. gonna be nice to my girl tonight.. Been so good to me." I whispered before kissing her just below the ear. "Y/N.. Can I put my cock in? Think you're ready?" I asked and she nodded as I felt her clench around my fingers. Her thighs began to shake and she cried out my name loudly. "Frankie.. Cumming.." She whined out and I worked her through her orgasm.
Her hand wrapped around my wrist and I gently pulled out and circled her clit. "sensitive.." She whimpered and I chuckled and kissed her while her hand tightened around my wrist. "Gonna put my cock in you.. Gonna be so gentle.." I whispered and she nodded.
When I pulled my fingers away from her clit she whined. I got off the bed and pulled my boxers off to throw them in an unknown direction in the room before crawling back on the bed between her legs. I pumped my cock in my hands a couple times before rubbing the tip between her folds and up to her clit before going back down and pushing myself inside her. Bottoming out in one thrust. I leaned down to kiss her as we moaned into each others mouths. I sat still for a moment to let her adjust before pulling out half way and pushing back in slowly. "Frankie.. ts'so big.." She whimpered and pushed her face into my shoulder. "Shit.." She whined as I continued at a slow pace. She let out little whimpers as I hit that same place over and over again. "So tight baby.. no matter how rough I am on this little cunt.. my little cunt. Fuck!" I moaned into her neck as I bit down on her shoulder. She pushed her face into my neck as she let out loud cries. "Fuck.. Frankie.. so good to me baby.." She cried as I my thrusts became more rough. I began pulling out so only my tip was inside her and slamming back in hitting her g-spot every time. She let out cute little cries every time.
I moved my hand down to her clit and began spelling my name. That really made her cry. "Frank! Shit!" She moaned as she clenched around me. "You're doing so fucking good for me.. My best girl.. always so tight for me baby.." I groaned into her ear. I could feel myself getting closer.. I knew she was getting closer too. "Gonna cum Frankie!" She cried. "Hold on a little more for me.. doing so good bunny.. doing so good for me." I groaned into her ear. I knew I wasn't gonna last much longer. "Just a little bit longer baby.." I whispered in her ear and she let out a loud cry of "Can't daddy.. I can't!". With that nickname came the end of me. "Cum baby.. Cum for daddy." I told her and she immediately clenched down around me and let out loud cries.
I let myself spill inside her as she scratched my back and cried into my neck. "So good.." I moaned despite trying to hold my noises back. I softened inside her and stayed for a minute. "Frankie.." She whispered and I pulled my face up to look at her. Her face was covered in her hair like a halo. "Look like an angel baby.." I whispered and she smiled up at me as she gave me a kiss. the only thing separating our bodies was sweat. "I love you.." She whispered and I smiled and pecked her gentle. "I love you too.. You did so good." I told her and she whined as I pulled out. "I'm gonna go grab a towel baby.." I told her and she nodded. I got off the bed quickly and walked into our bathroom and grabbed a towel. I turned the water on and got it warm enough before getting the towel wet. I rang it out before going back to my lady.
I cleaned her thighs and she whined when I cleaned her cunt and hit a sensitive spot. "I know baby. I'm sorry.." I said. "s' okay Frankie.." She spoke with a smile. Once she was cleaned I threw the towel on the floor and climbed under the sheets with her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her face while I pulled her into me. She let out little giggles as she wrapped her arms around me. "Now I'm really tired." She spoke with a tired smile and half lidded eyes. "Sleep bunny.." I whispered.
Once I heard her light snores I let my eyes close and let the darkness consume me.
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This is the first story/smut I'm posting! So I hope you enjoyed it! <3
#frank castle#pete castiglione#the punisher#jon bernthal#marvel#mcu#smut#first smut#x reader#frank castle x reader
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Karen: What do you want then?
Foggy: Er… something work related.
Karen: What department is this?
Foggy: Sorry?
Karen: Well, if it’s work related you’d obviously know what department this is. What department is this?
Foggy: *looks at Frank and Matt* Some sort of homosexual department?
#daredevil#matt murdock#marvel#frank castle#the punisher#pete castiglione#gay#mlm#fratt#foggy nelson#avocados at law#karen page
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Get-up-and-go part 1
Heyyyyy... so i haven't posted much and I’m sorry for that my life has just been really busy rn and I’m getting back into writing.
ANYWHO- here’s a story with frank and his adoptive child being on the run :)
Gender neutral reader
relationship is platonic with a capital P
It was late at night, maybe 11 or 12 o;clock but it was late nonetheless. You had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tv, your arms stretched around the sofa and a blanket covering you. You were melting in the heat of this September night. You began to peel your body off the couch and make your way to the kitchen to make a tea and maybe grab a snack.
the news was on.
It was a rule in your house to always have the news on. If it wasn't on the TV it, was on the radio. But it was always on in some way shape or form. Frank said it was good to know what is going on in the city at all times.
As the kettle was heating up on the stove you couldn’t help but over hear the story the news anchor was telling.
“An apartment building in Brooklyn was burned to the ground in a booming earlier tonight, the police have no suspects and have made zero arrests as of late, i will keep you updated as the situation unfolds.”
You move closer to the TV and notice the address of the building.
That’s close to where Miles lives
Miles Morales, your best friend. and a part of your iconic trio. Miles, you and America. Miles was one of the first people you meet in New York, and frankly one of your closest friends.
You pulled your phone out in a panic and clicked on the saved number with miles face on it.
“MILES?!” you yell into the phone “MILES?!”
“..Yeah its me wassup” says a tired Miles. He must have been sleeping by the sound of his grubby voice into the phone. A relieved sign escaped your lips. “Are you OK?! A building near you was blown up !” Now miles must have been a little worried because the sleepy Miles that you called earlier was gone.”What where?!” he said, you could hear his bed squeaking so he must now be sitting up. “ Two streets down from you” I said into the phone, “Turn on the news”. You could hear Miles’ dad call Miles. “ I have to go y/n I’ll call you when I can, OK?” “OK” I replied and hung up. Something was different when you looked at the news screen now.
12 dead 19 injured.
Fuck.
Amid all this you don’t know where Frank is. Double Fuck. You called him. No answer. Again. No answer. Again. No answer.
The next 20 minutes consisted of you pacing back and forth in your small apartment trying not to freak the fuck out. Then the door finally opens, Its Frank, and he’s a mess. “Frank” you say staring at him standing in the hall. Hes covered in blood which. to be fair, is normal Frank behaviour. But what threw you off was what his boots and face was covered in.
Ash, building ash.
“Kid..” he grumbled under his breath. “Y-You need to get your bag.” This time he sounded genuinely worried.
The bag he was lovingly referring to was your ‘Get-up-and-go’ bag. You’ve been with frank since you were a little kid, and since then hes made you pack such a bag. A get-up-and-go bag is used when you and frank need to leave the city fast. That bag contains clothes for 5 days, water, snacks, a first aid kit, 150 dollars in cash and a flip phone burner. On said burner had four numbers, Franks, Karen’s, Curtis’, and some random contact labled ‘Micro’ that frank said you should only use as a last resort.
You nodded and grabbed the bag from under your bed and walked to the front door. Frank was cleaning the blood and ash from his face in the bathroom. He finished up and grabbed his bag and with that, You both disappeared.
You got into the van and drove away, your head leaning against the window of the vehicle watching your apartment building fade into a speck. You look over at Frank. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” you asked calmly, “No”. “When we get somewhere safe we will talk about it, but right now, we need to focus getting out of the city” He states. you wait till you ask the next question. “Dose this have anything to do with what happened in Brooklyn?” You asked. Frank remained silent.
The city look so different at night. A sea of black with specks of light, each light a home with people who are living out there lives. Its a strange feeling, realising how small we are. As you left the city you and Frank stayed silent. You had millions of questions running through your mind at once but didn't know how to ask them. You looked over at Frank, the same fixed expression as before he looked over to you. It must have been around 1 in the morning at this point. “Hey kid, I know your tired and you want answers and you’ll get them but we need to get out of the city first. he placed a hand on your shoulder. you nodded and laid your head on the window of the van and fell asleep.
You woke up at 4:00 because Frank swerved the car and you almost crashed. “Frank, you need sleep” you said. Frank let out a sigh. “The next motel I see, were staying there” you noded and the both of you continued driving.
You pulled into this shady motel of the street and got a two bedroom for a night. You flopped into the bed as did Frank.
“Fuck” Frank said
“What?” You said “What did you do?”
“Y’know that building that blew up in Brooklyn?”
“Yes”
“I blew it up”
Triple Fuck.
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Sooooooooo that was part one, if you want a part two let me know cause i have big plans for this story and yeah thanks for reading i appriciate it :)
heres the link to part 2:
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/annoyingnerdsposts/694144608735739904?source=share
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punisher season one (2017) fandom wya
#um#lol sorry#the punisher#the punisher season 1#frank castle#micro#david lieberman#pete castiglione#marvel#marvel fanart#the punisher fanart#microchip
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I just found this autistic Frank Castle fanfic, and as the eldest sibling of three people with autism (I’m the only one without it lol) and the nephew of another, I seriously loved this.
One of the ways my little brother stims is by drumming his index fingers on the edges of a table and wooden chairs, so I’ve had this headcanon for a while that the reason Frank drums his fingers on tables and twitches his fingers constantly is because that’s sometimes how he stims.
#autism#frank castle#autistic frank castle#punisher#text post#the punisher#pete castiglione#frank is autistic
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