#also y'all i'm just a crackshipping multi-shipper so don't come for my head thanks that would be terrific

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HEY AGAIN BESTIE FAVE BERNTHAL GIFFER LADY i was wondering if u have or know of any gifs of that scene in the punisher s1 where Frank was helping micro's wife, Sarah, and Leo fix the sink?? Thank u in advance!! <3 we love a man at work!! aka plumber kink!!

[PT2 CONT] alright... follow up from my last ask... hope this aint creepy but i was hunting thru ur gifs to try to find it on my own AND I SAW THESE TAGS ON YOUR GREEN SHIRT APPRECIATION GIF FROM 600 YEARS AGO TALKIN BOUT NEEDING A FIC WHERE MICRO'S DEAD DEAD AND FRANK'S THE NICE NEIGHBOUR NEXT DOOR and i just... pls write it i beg of you

I’m a lazy person and sometimes it’s easier to make fresh gifs than dig for old ones that are buried deep so I just posted some right here if you’re still looking. If not that’s cool too, no worries. It wouldn’t let me tag you in the actual post though cuz Tumblr is being a turd.

NOW THE SECOND PART. Listen! 😈 I’ve considered and thought about a fic like that on and off for years, since the first season released.  An alternate universe where Micro is legit dead and perhaps Frank isn’t The Punisher but just a sad, lonely, fucked-up man that still lost his family. He moves in next door to the Liebermans where he and Sarah eventually learn to rely on each other. First he just does small jobs around her house to help her out, it helps him too—fixing the sink, changing out a headlight, reconnecting the wifi. It’s really no surprise when he starts helping Sarah with the bigger issues, issues that the kids are having, it’s just a natural progression for people who begin to become so intertwined in each other’s lives.

Of course, at first Sarah objected to his offers. But eventually she finds herself seeking out his assistance when necessary, even looking forward to the adult conversation that his visits bring. She wants to repay him somehow and begins bringing him meals, especially after seeing that his kitchen was really just stocked with canned beans and that’s no way for anyone to thrive. That leads to dinner invites, she can’t help herself, she craves more of their time together and honestly, the kids enjoy having extra attention aimed in their direction because being a single mom means sometimes she’s just too tired at the end of the day and who can blame her? Not Frank. Because even though he lost his children, he still comprehends how very hard parenthood can be at times.

His presence at the dinner table brings some much needed levity for everyone involved. One night, Frank tells Sarah to sit down and relax, he takes over the ingredients she’d already prepped as she has a few glasses of wine, watching him move about her kitchen like he’s comfortable there and she supposes he is now and that information doesn’t bother her anymore—that this dark and beautiful man with skilled fingers and strong arms has eased into their lives seamlessly. Sarah questions his sudden abilities in the kitchen and he assures her he’s always known how to cook, he just hadn’t had a reason to do it in a long time.

The next morning the kids wake up and find that Frank is already there or did he ever leave? Because his hair is wet, freshly showered, yet he’s wearing the same clothes as last night when he’d been putting the clean dishes away as their mother had seen them off to sleep. They’d always thought another man being in the house would upset them, make them ache for their father, but truthfully they’d gotten attached to Frank long before he was standing in front of them asking if they preferred pancakes or waffles.

Actual photo of me: 🤡