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Stuck half between fame and infamy perpetually - Frank would never find peace in New York City again. (He didn't want it. He hated the idea. It turned his stomach.) Boot falls, loud and echoing through the liminal hallway behind him, announced his presence long before he occupied the doorway. He could be quiet if he wanted to, but sneaking up on Vasya was like trying to pull a rug from under a bear. Didn't work. Didn't matter.

The smell of caffeine hit his nose before she announced it. And battered he did look. It was hard to tell what work was hers from the myriad bruises and abrasions that littered his body. Knuckles were split, scabbing, healing, bruises adorned the line of his jaw (that was from her mouth, he knew) but mixed with the raccoon circle around one eye and the parent split in the brow above it. There wasn't a day in his life that Frank Castle didn't look like he'd been to hell and back.

"The fuck is 'Harry Styles'? That some Backstreet Boy or somethin'?"

He was deployed for the duration of One Direction (god did have small mercies!) and Lisa never had the chance to teach him (god was also a cunt). Frank licked his lips while snatching the coffee and mouthed more than he should have considering the temperature. His only reaction was something like a sneer - one of his tics - as he swallowed. He liked it scalding.

"Should know I ain't much for frilly shit."

Didn't stop him from popping one in his mouth and biting the entire thing off of the stick, though. He chewed a few good mouthfuls before swallowing and chasing it with more coffee.

"Assume that means we gotta lay low for a night or two? Gives me time to plan. Resupply. You good with that?"

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STEAM WAFTS FROM THE PAPER CUPS BEFORE HER, a tiny pair of red devil horns scribbled atop the head of the starbucks siren, her name somewhere below it. the merc doesn't look up from her phone as he enters the room, gesturing vaguely towards the coffee before reaching for her own. both plain black and strong enough to worry even a seasoned barista. " got you a few frilly cake-pops too. " vasya says between scalding sips. a few was generous. she'd eaten most on her way back. measuring the depth of the bite mark on her left breast though, she felt most of the half-stale sweet was fair compensation. " your names on the news again, m'gonna start calling you harry styles or something mr popular. " a wolfish grin is offered then, finally tearing her eyes away from the screen to take in his equally battered appearance. admiring her good work.

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That visceral hatred that Frank has in regards to Billy is only because he loved Billy so much. That was his brother, that was his best friend. That was the uncle of his children. He would have died, hands down, for Billy. He would have and did kill for him. He would have burned every bad thing in Billy's past if it set his mind right in the now.

And Billy set that shit on fire. It's what Frank deals with - not only the loss of Maria and the kids, but that Billy knew. Had a hand in it. That he was part of that orchestration. People who loved him. Frankie loved him. That was his brother. Their bond was unshakeable, something he could not express in words.

Part of that anger, that rage he feels toward Billy is disappointment in himself. That he trusted. That he let Billy in to such intimate parts of his life. That he didn't see it coming.

Frank loved Billy. And Frank hates himself for it.

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this man is positively bursting out of this incorrectly sized ugly ass shirt.

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ALSO, Frank losing his wedding ring in the bar brawl in s2 is the exact reason why he returns to wearing it. Rather than on his left hand he keeps it on his right ring finger. With the necklace it was too easy to pull off of his neck and be gone forever, and he's trying to move on from his grief of losing her (and accept that she's gone forever) so it doesn't feel right to wear it on the "appropriate" hand.

Right hand ring finger. He never takes it off again.

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Frankie saying oh, boy whenever someone says something wildly out of left field to him is ... such a mood.

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Contrary to probable assumptions, Frank isn't an incredibly sexual person. He's got a lot going on in his head and at any given time he's too busy seeking vengeance or filling his agenda with what he does to keep his mind off of things to really pay much mind to it. But when things slow down and the loneliness sets in he might be inclined to seek out a companion for a night or two.

It's someone he finds some connection with on some level - being that Frank is typically incredible at reading people and their intentions / mannerisms. It's easy for him to find those like-minded people, to have that one or two nights with them, before he moves on. While he always migrates back to New York he does drift, and it's usually drifting that he seeks that company.

However when he's back home he's more solitary, work-minded, closed-off. It takes a lot to get through to him. And unfortunately he doesn't believe he's allowed personal happiness anymore. That came and went with Maria.

This is where Beth fell in. She was a one-two night person, someone he made a connection with and moved on from because it was too frightening to stick around. Because he's not made for it anymore. Because that's not his life.

Which isn't to say he will be closed-off for romances in any verse, it's just going to be a lot of work. Especially if the person trying is a woman he has a physical relationship with first. Beth could never be that woman, but she was important for what she was.

All this to say - it's just never going to be easy. Either he doesn't think he deserves it, or someone will take it from him. Or both.

And be will never be over Maria. Ever. She was his soulmate.

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frank castle manspreading.

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Why is the very soft and broken my friend is dying that Lieberman says the most heartbreaking part of that episode.

Not that he chose vengeance over being with Maria fully. Or that he let her go, the memory of it. Lieberman crying over Frank.

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When Karen suggested that Frank take her hostage to get him out of the hotel situation after Lewis, he actually despised every single second of needing to show her aggression. You better believe that his heart was racing and he tasted bile holding that gun under her chin. He only did it for her because she insisted he get out of it. He'd rather die than put her in harms way or be the cause, never mind hold a gun to her.

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"One batch, two batch penny and dime. Here I come. Here I come."

#CONTRITIONED independent, selective, private, & mutuals only portrayal of FRANK CASTLE aka The Punisher of NMCU origin. not mcu or comic friendly. triggering content within. ©

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No More Tears by Ozzy is a Frank and Maria song thank you.

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FRANK CASTLE IN EVERY EPISODE 💀 THE PUNISHER 2.01 - ROADHOUSE BLUES

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BABYGIRL (2024) dir. halina reijn

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Like ok, the man was literally medically dead for a minute. DNR, he flatlined, they called it. And his heart restarted itself because he's too fucking angry to let sleeping dogs lie.

I think the hottest trait Frank Castle has is that he's too fucking stubborn to die.

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thirsty tongue thursday 👅

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Imagine being so angry and so strong that you punch a dude in the face and his eye explodes.