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Part 6.2???

Part 6.2 ???

A/N so I probably won’t update this until the 27th of this month, I’m going to be traveling... I’ve actually already started and not I’m camping, In yellow stone and will be traveling and camping till the 27th so I’m probably gonna be pretty MIA

Hope you enjoy and let me know how you think it’s going so far, and if you want to be on a tag list :)

Warnings: language

Readers POV ~

Frank looked down at the floor “I’m sorry ... y,know how people always say their sorry but they don’t truly know what to say... I’m in that spot right now.”

I shook my head “it’s alright... it’s in the past, and I miss her every day .”

He started to lay down on the couch and pull the covers over him, I leaned over to the lights to flick them off .

“Wait”

I stopped and looked over

“You didn’t answer my question, how do you feel at peace in all of this?” He said in a scratchy tone, and said it like he wanted only us to hear it as if the world could hear it.

I sat back again In bed and crossed my arms thinking of my answer

“Well if our definition of peace is the same, I don’t feel at peace... with killing 4 people, watching that man die, and living without my child... I feel pretty fuck’in shit” I threw out to much emotion the last bit and immediately leaned over and turned off the lights.

It was quite for awhile till he spoke in his normal tone “look, I get it... I planned on being done with everything after killing the people that have to die... and just making myself my last victim... I get it”

He trailed of with his last sentence and I was assuming he never said anything like this to anyone.

I rolled over to face him “I’ve been in that same hole, and you will get out of it”

He nodded

“17” he said out of nowhere.

“What?” I didn’t know what he meant and I really hoped I didn’t look like a fool.

“It’s the number of people that are left on my shit list”

I nodded “how many people have you killed?”

He rolled back to face away from me and muffled through the cushion “too many to count”

The room soon fell silent

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Soon the sun was shining through the cheap stained hotel curtains and frank was in the bathroom, I pulled on the pants I had been wearing and tied my hair back.

As I waited for frank to exit the bathroom I checked my reflection, my face was now more yellow than purple to signal the bruises were healing, my bottom canine was missing and my lip was less swollen.

My stomach and ribs ached from all of the kicking I endured, I also had a bruise on the small of my back but it was looking way better.

Frank came out of the bathroom shirt less and had a bullet wound on his shoulder. Along with multiple bullet scars.

“Jesus frank” I immediately grabbed his arm to look but he quickly pulled away.

I grabbed his arm again and squeezed even tighter when he tried to repeat his actions.

“How old is this? “ I was concerned and it seemed to be getting infected.

“From last night before i woke’ya” his tone was drowsy sounding and his throat still scratched when he spoke.

“The bullet is still in there!” I turned and looked past him and saw tweezers and dribbles of blood on the bathroom counter .

He shook his head “I know the bullet is still in there I’ve been trying to get the fucker out” he was now raising his voice at me.

I pulled him into the bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet “hold still”

He immediately tried telling me he could do it “you’ve never removed a bullet just let me do it!” I shoved him back down by the chest as he tried standing

“Obviously you can’t fucking do it, now hold still asshole”

He sat back and closed his eyes I grabbed the tweezers and rinsed them with hot water and as soon as they cooled I slowly dug in, he winced in pain, and gritted his teeth. As soon as I had ahold of it I slowly pulled, out came the bullet, and dried blood.

I dropped the bullet in the trash next to the shower.

When he realized I had done it he just stared at me in complete shock...

I leaned in the bathroom sink and crossed my arms “sometimes it’s good to ask for help... now could you leave I need to use the bathroom”

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Franks POV

As I exited the bathroom and shut the door behind me she reminded me of a less kind version of Maria, Maria wasn’t ever that feisty unless we were making love.

Even though I only knew Y/N for a few days I was less eager to part ways with her... I knew I needed to leave or I would end up getting her killed.

I grabbed my boots, shirt, and hoodie

And I was out the door before she even left the bathroom.

I was getting too attached so I needed to build the barrier.

As I walked down the road towards the train tunnel to grab the things I needed to find the next place to stay.

When I got in the tunnel, I automatically ran to my things, and threw what I could carry into a duffel bag, I grabbed The Kandahar files and flipped through them, it was just pictures of Y/N and her deceased child and husband. She looked happy and not the way she looked now

Don’t get me wrong I was pissed that she tricked me, I knew she had to have the files with her or back at her place.

“That bitch!” I shook my head and sat on my mattress with my head in my hands.

I needed to go back and confront her ... get the files.

I grabbed my bad, and slipped the photos in the front pocket.

On my way back to the hotel I didn’t know how I was gonna explain leaving so suddenly and having my duffel bag with me.

I listened to the calming sound of my boots on the pavement of the hotel parking lot and looked up too her room...

the door was wide open and I knew I had shut it. I ran up the outside steps and turned the balcony hall, I was sprinting at this point, I knew something was wrong.

When I looked inside the room was trashed, a mans body laid on the floor, he was wearing the same uniform as the guys she was beat up by. Y/N was nowhere to be found...

“SHIT!, SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I ran into the room and checked the bathroom. The mirror was broken and her ripped shirt laid on the floor.

I ran out of the room for once I didn’t know what to do.

Until I saw a guy in a black van on a cell phone, I walked to the left and his eyes followed, then the right and he was still watching me.

I slowly climbed down the stairs and acted like I didn’t see him, I had my hand on the gun on my hip and kept my face to the floor, I walked towards the passenger.

As soon as I was within reach I heard the doors lock. I pulled my gun and pistol whipped the window, and opened the door from the inside. He pulled his gun but I immediately grabbed his arm and bent it back till it broke. He dropped the gun and it fell under the seat as he screamed in pain. I put him in a head lock and covered his mouth as I shut the door.

“Shhh-shhh-shh, it’s all right shhhh....”

my tone changed as soon as he stopped yelling into my hand.

“End that phone call, end it before I kill ya” he nodded and flipped the phone shut.

“Good boy” I held his head with my left arm and opened my duffel with the other, I pulled out the photos of her and shoved it in his face.

“Where the fuck is she... AND DON’T SAY YOU DON’T KNOW! I know you fucking know!”

I uncovered his mouth so he could speak.

“I don’t know man, I was just sent here to wait till you left so we could grab her!”

He was panting and winching.

“IT’S THE TRUTH I SWEAR!” He was crying at this point.

I shifted my eyes to the parking lot

“Ok.. who is coming for me.”

He was turning red from crying.

“No one, they only want her...”

I let go of him and got out of the van, I pulled him through to the passenger side . He screamed because I grabbed him by his broken arm and throat

“Don’t fucking move!”

I got in the driver seat and started the van

“Why do they only want her ? I don’t think she has the files they are looking for!”

He shook his head “ I don’t know , they said she is dangerous!”

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Why is she dangerous? Why do they want her when she might not have the files ? What is she not talking about?

You won’t know till after the 27th

Also I don’t even know what makes the reader dangerous so if you have any ideas let me know !

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ME

Me: I can’t wait to watch a new show on Netflix

Me to me: No, you should completely rewatch Season 2 of Daredevil for no immediate reason besides seeing Jon Bernthal

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Part 6

Franks pov

I woke to the annoying Y/N L/N trying to shake me awake, I was completely exhausted and wanted to keep sleeping I wish I could sleep forever... but I wasn’t finished with killing and hurting the people that hurt my family. She shook me agian .

“FRANK ... what’s that noise” she whispered

I listened in just to hear the tracks rumbling.

“It’s a fucking train sweetheart”

I sat up ruffled my hair ,rubbed my neck, and immediately started making coffee as the train loudly passed when it was over I piped up .

“So how did my head end up on your lap anyways?”

She pulled on her jean jacket ,grabbed bread and started smearing peanut butter on it.

“You looked uncomfortable up agianst the wall so I thought you could lay down for a little while... and it probably helped because you didn’t have another nightmare.”

She handed me a peanut butter sandwich and started making herself one.

I sighed “don’t do that agian”

She looked me in the eyes and laughed a little

“Do what make you a sandwich ?”

“ I told you people that get close to me die ...“ I said it in a very aggressive tone and started eating my sandwich and drinking my black coffee

She stood and brushed off her jeans with her hands

“ I need to use the bathroom” she quietly said she and walked away farther into the train tunnel

I sat back and ate while staring at the ceiling thinking of my wife Maria ... and my kids thinking about how life could have been .

Pretty soon Y/N came walking out of the darkness now with her hair pulled back and her jacket buttoned up.

“Frank I need to go to the store or something....” she quietly said

I sat up “whys that ?”

She pulled out her wallet and grabbed some cash out .

“Lady issues I won’t be long”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea ... we are still wanted and probably in some deep shit..”

She just started to walk off

“Where are you going?”

She turned around and yelled

“THE STORE”

“I ain’t gonna protect you, if you don’t come back that’s not my problem!”

She stuck up her middle finger

“I never asked you to protect me!” And she just kept walking.

I started putting on my boots and black hoodie so I could go visit my old house from a far .

Readers POV

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as soon as I exited the train tunnel I started weeping and sat on the edge of the tunnel ...

I had gotten my period and folded up my white t-shirt and shoved it in my underwear as a pad the brightness of the sky made my head pound and it didn’t help that I was mortified that I now didn’t have a shirt , clean pair of panties ,or tampons. I just sat and cried...

Soon I heard foot steps getting closer to the edge of the tunnel so I quickly stood and walked up the embankment and started heading left to a nearest Walmart or Walgreens ... any store that would have what I needed would do. As I started crossing a bridge I could see Frank exit the tunnel with his hood up he was heading the exact opposite direction of me.

I wiped my eyes as I walked on my journey and started thinking of things I needed, soon I stumbled upon a shell gas station and went in

I picked up a box of tampons and baby wipes and started to check out

“Where is the nearest place I can buy clothing?”

I asked the elderly lady at the counter , she just grunted as a response and gave me my total.

“12.83” she said mumbling

I handed her a 20$ then took my change , self care items ,and now I was in search of a clothing store...

Franks pov

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My nose was probably red at this point from the freezing rain but I was almost there.. probably about a block or so to go, I was starting to regret taking Y/N with me, back to where I was staying.

When I finally reached the rundown house I sat in the wet grass and leaned up agianst a stump a few houses down ... I didn’t want any of my old neighbors to see me and call the police so I pulled my hood farther down and just watched ...

I watched the rain hit he windows and thought about my life ... how I planned on asking Maria for another baby hoping it would fix our marriage, my nightmares and interest in what was going in Kandahar killed the marriage but I didn’t realize until I came back ... I came back that split second when they were killed but now , I’m convinced I’m not a good man ... and I’m not safe to be around.

The rain was now unbearable but I couldn’t move I saw it as punishing myself I guess ... I should have protected them but now all I can do is protect myself and where I live ...

After an hour of sitting and watching water pour out of the gutters I finally decided I should go and started heading back to the train tunnel.

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Readers pov

I found cheap granny panties and a new shirt I threw my old underwear and shirt in the garbage and changed in a back ally way behind a dollar tree.

My shoes were soaked and my hair looked like wild mike from that stupid barnyard movie that my daughter was obsessed with when she was 3 ... I still dreamt of her every now and then but it had been years now since she died in 2007

It was a car accident... Greg didn’t strap her car seat in probably and the whole seat flew out the window ... with her in it. That was the day I wanted to split but was stuck with him until this last year .

I was now on my way back to the tunnel I really didn’t want to go but I needed to grab my wallet I settled on the idea of buying a hotel room or something the rain was finally setting I didn’t notice it was raining until it stopped I guess I was so out of it from walking and all I could focus on were my cramps ...

When I finally was able to drag my feet back to the tunnel I walked in and heard a guitar being quietly played when I was a few feet away from the tent, I just stood and listened... when it was done I climbed in and he acted like he didn’t even know how to play when I showed my face.

“That was beautiful...”

He just grunted “ shut up”

I grabbed my wallet and counted my cash, I had $650.00.

“I should get a hotel”

He laid back

“That’s just fine dear I’m not making you stay”

I sighed

“You can come if you want”

And started to walk off

“I’m fine right where I am girly”

I turned around

“If you need me I’ll be at the motel 6 down the road”

He didn’t say anything back ... just rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

I finally exited the tunnel and started waking towards the motel six I saw while looking for clothes.

I was able to get a room no problem, it wasn’t the best room but pretty good for a motel six besides the fact my neighbors were loudly screwing ... I immediately ran the shower and started to strip

Inside of the shower were two little bottles of shampoo and conditioner and one little bar of soap. I washed the best I could ,let my hair soak with conditioner ,and massaged my head.

When I was finished I stared in the mirror at my healing bruises ,busted lip , and bruised hands and knuckles.

My stomach ached from being kicked in the gut and back ... period cramps weren’t helping either.

I slipped on my plain black shirt that I bought earlier and a white pair of underwear which wasn’t my first choice considering my bloody situation but I had no other option.

I slid under the sheets and rested my head on the pillow ready to have a good nights sleep since what happened. I eventually drifted ... not sure what time.

What seemed like the best sleep in my life was interrupted by a loud banging, I thought it was my neighbors fucking agian but then I realized the second time it was on my door.

I spun my head toward the alarm clock and read the bright red numbers

2:46 am

I got out of the bed and looked out the peephole and saw a fimillar figure, I immediately opened the door and cocked my head.

“Frank it’s three in the morning you should have come when I wasn’t sleeping”

I whispered in an annoyed tone

He was panting and looked like he ran here.

“I had a nightmare...”

I shook my head “come in”

I turned on a lamp to enlighten the pitch black room

When he realized I was in my underwear I noticed he became uncomfortable and couldn’t sit still.

“Do you want the bed or the couch?” I asked with a hand on my hip

He just rubbed the back of his head and mumbled “couch”

I grabbed him the top blanket from my bed and threw it on the couch and started to climb back into bed.

Before I could turn out the lights he spoke with a trembling voice...

“Have you ever lost ...someone?”

I sat up“What do you mean by that?”

He rubbed his stubble on his chin

“Lost someone close to you? Death ... them leaving... never seeing them again?”

I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair

“I lost my daughter in 2007... in a car accident”

Ok so the chapter isn’t over I just ran out of text blocks so there will be another chapter 6 just letting you know it’s gonna get juicy 🍵🤪

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Fan fic writers...

Reblog if you’ve ever had an idea for a fic that you like so much, that you wish someone else would write it so you could enjoy it as a reader.

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Part 5

Ok so immmmmmm sooooooooooo sorry for how long this update took, I’ve had some writers block, and a snake that kinda hates me

So ... I’ve been kinda stressed but I’m really excited for this update .💕 I think I’m going to start writing in 1st person now I’ve been trying to figure out what perspective to write in , sorry for the confusion.

Warnings

Mentions of rape

a lil bit of PTSD

Mentions Abuse

I looked at the three bodies, and then back at frank he looked astonished and before he could say anything the fourth guy started wailing and holding his stomach I then had realized what I did .

Frank pulled out his knife “I’ll take care of it “ he slowly approached the guy I turned around as he slid the knife into his throat when I heard the gurgling I started to feel my eyes well with tears.

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone , I -I just didn’t know what else to do “

He saw I was about to cry

“You did what you had to do”

He gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and shook his head

“But we need to go ,you can come with me if you want but I think we should go separate ways as soon as possible ... people around me die “

I grabbed my boots ,a white T-shirt ,and an olive green jean jacket as I was getting ready to leave my apartment, no my life actually behind I grabbed all of my cash that I had laying around the place and the gun .

I was now on the run with frank Castle ...

As we climbed down the fire escape not one second did I regret it and want to climb back up , I felt so safe with him .

As we finally touched the ground we saw police cars pulling up to the front of the building so we decided to go through the ally way full of drug addicts and dealers.

I had never gone through this ally way before, I was always too cautious.

We didn’t say anything to each other until we made it into this old subway tunnel.

Frank opened a tarp on the walk way and let me inside he then entered and started making a cold press coffee

“I’ve been staying here till the heat dies down... you can come and go as you please but I am not your body guard, and I won’t protect you anymore”

I threw my jean jacket on the floor and laid my head down, the jacket as my pillow. I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep but better off trying then sitting awake and listening to Frank list off the rules of his little tarp tent.

I fell asleep within minutes

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Franks POV:

I was so busy making up rules and brewing coffee I didn’t even realize Y/N fell asleep ...

I sat down, and looked at her curled up on the cold hard concrete and decided she could have the twin sized mattress I had slid up against the wall .

I crouched and lifted her into my arms and turned then gently set her down on the matress She didn’t even flinch . Then I picked up her legs and moved her into a curled up position so I could sit at the bottom of the matress I leaned up agianst the wall and drank my black coffee

I didn’t want to sleep, I always had nightmares about her ... my wife ... my kids, I just wanted to forget but we all crash sooner or later

Pretty soon my eyes started getting heavy and I knew I was going to fall asleep.

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Readers POV :

I woke up to a disturbing scream and shot awake I quickly sat up and realized frank was having a nightmare... I could see his eyes rolling under his lids as they twitched and his fingers digging into his palms. He was sitting at my feet up against the wall.

I was going to let it pass because it didn’t feel safe to wake him from a dream with his temper but then he let out another scream then I sat up and gently grabbed his arm and shook him awake.

“Frank ... frank it’s just a dream get up”

His eyes shot open with fear and his first reaction was to reach for his gun but I quickly intercepted his hand and made him look at me.

“castle it’s just me”

He calmed down but was still shaking and sweating.

“Bad dream ?”

He shook his head

“No it was the best dream I ever had”

He replied with a shit load of sarcasm

“Do you wanna talk about it ?”

He immediately became defensive

“What do you know about nightmares ,pain or anything like that?!”

I shook my head and looked down

“A lot actually... I had them all the time when I thought my husband was going to kill me ... after he laid his hands on me for the first time and sent me to the hospital... when his brother assaulted me and Greg covered it up and accused me of being a slut and told everyone about how unfaithful I was...”

Frank lifted his eyes to mine

“I shouldn’t have said that ... I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

I shrugged

“You didn’t know”

He buried his face into his hands

“How did you get the nightmares to stop ?”

I grabbed his arm so he would look at me

“I didn’t ...”

A cold silence filled the room

I let go of his arm and leaned up against the wall next to him . A peaceful silence filled the room and he fell back asleep.

The wall was probably really uncomfortable so I gently grabbed his shoulder and slowly lowered him to the matress and let his head rest on my thighs.

Even though I only knew him for such a short time ... it felt like I knew him my whole life .

I just couldn’t let myself get attached to this man that wanted nothing to do with me .

I’m gonna start on the next part right after this , I know this chapter wasn’t worth the wait but I’m hella depressed and this is the best I could do for now ,love ya 💝

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Apologies

I’m so sorry about not having an update last Friday, I was camping and forgot to pack a charger, and then I found out a dear pet of mine passed away while on the trip , today is the first day I was able to get out of bed since I will try my very best to upload it tonight or tomorrow

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When's the next chapter of Frank x reader coming?💞

I was really hopeful that yesterday would be the day , but I was very busy at work and now I’m on my way to go camping , hopefully I can upload it tonight, or before 6 am , I want it to be really good and go somewhere this time I’m glad y’all like it tho 😂💕

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“I trust you. I don’t know why. It’s funny how that works, huh?”

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IM TRYING MY HARDEST TO GET THE FANFIC UPDATE OUT TODAY

Have hope for me

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Oh and here’s a pictures of Boyd my new reptile

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Did you know about it, Bill? Yeah, I knew.

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Karen: How dumb does Frank think you are?

Micro: He sometimes leaves me pictures of food instead of a grocery list.

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Part 4

Warnings:

Castles pov

* Click * when that door made that noise a whole new chapter of my life began

I heard her sniffle as I re-entered the appartment , I turned the corner and she was dabbing at her eyes with he sleeve . I honestly was kinda annoyed, I just kept thinking this grown woman is seriously going to cry right now .

but as soon as I saw her face and looked into her glazed eyes I couldn’t help but feel empathy and understand that I’m probably the only person that deals with this shit every god damn day.

I leaned on to the door way and didn’t really know what to tell her.

“I’m sorry ...I killed people in your apartment “

She looked at the floor and just started crying again. Even though her face was black and blue , she still managed to look pretty

“How am I gonna clean this up ?”

She whined with an annoyed tone

I shook my head trying to think of a real answer , I didn’t want to lie to her .

“There isn’t really much you can do to ... clean this up , I don’t know a place to hide this many bodies ...and as soon as you clean this place more will be back , and next time they come I won’t be here to stop them from killing you .”

She stopped crying and a look of frustration and rage smeared her face .

“What am I supposed to do ,Leave ?”

I slowly nodded

“ I believe that is your only option sister , so yes”

She stood and started paceing

“I can’t just uproot my life “

I started looking at my wounds on my shoulders and arms

“You ain’t got a choice sweetheart they will be back and they will kill YOU dead “

She eventually got fed up with me

“Leave” she said through her clenched teeth

I put my hands up , palms facing towards her

“Will do “ I turned back around and started to head towards the door

As I was grabbing the door knob and getting ready to turn , I wonder why this situation feels so similar to what happened a little while ago , and if I had to be honest I didn’t want to leave .

“Have a go -“ I was cut off

Gun fire struck through the door , I collapsed to the ground trying to avoid the bullets and started scooting backwards while firing back at the door when I got to the end of the apartments hall way I felt gentle hands grasp my shirt and pull me around the corner

When I turned to face her she looked terrified all over again “we need to get to the fire escape“ she yelled

As she helped me scramble to my feet ,the door was kicked open , and more people with there faces covered stormed the apartment I turned around to look at Y/N but she was gone .

I should have known she was going to run , I stood still and put up my hands agian to “surrender “ as they looked at the bodies on the floor .

One of the men out of four spoke up , “give us The files Castle , and we will let you go “

I laughed a little before my response as I slowly put my hands down reaching for my knife that was clipped to my hip under my shirt

“Bull shit , I highly doubt you are telling me the truth “

Then I saw her , out of the corner of my eye slowly aproacing on the side of the wall with something in her hand

As she crept closer I kept talking , to buy some time .

“ ya know what all of this is BULL SHIT , why don’t you just let me go and I won’t kill you “

“You aren’t gonna kill us , stop reaching for you knife “ he screamed back

I put my hands up agian and was getting ready to make a snarky comment until Y/N stood next to me , I was wondering what the hell she was doing exposing her self like that , she could have gotten out and left , I would have taken care of it ... maybe

She spoke up “your right , he isn’t going to kill you , I am “ she raised a small pistol and fired off 5 rounds killing 3 and disabling the last guy .

READERS POV:

I couldn’t believe it ,I shot 4 people I turned to look at frank when it was over , and he looked just as surprised as I did .

I am so sorry about how late this chapter is and how short it is , I will upload another part this week for sure , I’m dealing with a lot right now and I have a snake arriving tomorrow so let me know if you want pictures, they will be posted on a reptile blog of mine 💕🤪 have a good week

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Two of my favorite things , pot & Jon Bernthal 🌿💕

Jon Bernthal in NYC on July 16, 2018

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Part .3

Warnings :violence

So this is part three of this fic I’ve been creating and I honestly don’t know where I’m going with it so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary : you met frank Castle at a diner and he wanted files about kandahar that your husband left behind at your place .

When you returned home you immediately went to the cabinet in his old office that you were turning into an art studio . With the files laid out on floor , you thought it would be best for the folders to be hidden ,and put them under your dresser, and got undressed then went to bed .

You woke up A little hungover and thirsty . You had no idea if last night happened or if you were just crazy .Slipping your feet ,then legs , and soon whole body out of bed, grabbed a silk robe and jumped in the shower .

The water felt amazing , this was the one thing you cherished in life when Greg was alive , he made you feel useless and always talked down to you because he “ wore the pants in the relationship “ he would always say , You would hear it once a day , you wished you could slap him .

Showers were the only way you could escape from him , the water grazed down your back as you massaged shampoo into your hair when you were rinsing there was a very loud thud coming from the front door, and soon after footsteps lots of them had to have been at least 6-7 people.

Quickly you turned off the water grabbed the towel and locked the bathroom door . Panick was the first thing you started doing , you were grabbing clothes from the hamper to wear and it was the clothes from last night that you grabbed first you managed to put underwear on , a bra , and jeans before the door busted open .

Men in military styled uniforms and sock masks dragged you out of the bathroom , you froze and didn’t know what to say , or do .

“Please don’t shoot me “

They started laughing as soon as that infamous saying left my lips .

The one that looked to be the leader stood infront of you and made me kneel and grabbed a fist full of your hair and made you look him in the eyes .

“Where are the files in Kandahar sweet heart , and we will stop , we will leave just hand em over “

You were absolutely terrified , shaking so bad it looked like you might go into a seizure .

“ what files”

He tightened his grip on your hair and started to pull .

“Don’t fucking lie”

He said it so calm , he had done this before , his eyes had no remorse. You were glad you couldn’t see his whole face .

“They should be in the cabinet, the room on the right “

You needed a plan , and fast you didn’t know what to do , you couldn’t over power them .He let go of you hair and went to the studio, you tried relaxing your self as much as you could , something was in your front jean pocket and you knew exactly what it was ... car keys .

“For fucks sake lady ,when are you going to give up the lies “

He then came out of the room with the drawer and dumped all the contents on the floor. He quickly approached you and kicked you in the face knocking you unconscious .

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When you started waking your head felt as if it were going to explode from the headache you had , you didn’t know if they were still at your apartment and part of you wanted to fall back asleep .

Then you heard a loud crash come from your room

That loud crash was your bed , you knew it was they were flipping the place looking for the files .

You were laying on your side still on the floor where they left you , your lip was split and you were pretty sure your nose was broken and missing a tooth .

Slowly you reached down to your front pocket knowing there was probably a guard watching behind you. When you grabbed your keys you intertwined the biggest ones in between your fingers .

You spit some blood and saliva on the floor

“ H-hey dickhead”

The guard came over to me and sat me up , and grabbed my chin to force me to look him in the face .

“Hun just tell us where the files are we are goi-“

He was interrupted

“Found em ... bitch had them under her dresser”

The gaurd looked at me and let go of your face

“Why were you hiding them “

The leader came over and punched you splitting your lip again in the same spot .

“Someone is coming for them “

He spun around thinking and started to look scared

“That’s why they were hidden , huh ?”

Now he was crouching to be at eye level

“ come on just tell me “

You spit in his face

“ Fuck you”

He stood up and started screaming

“ who the FUCK is coming FOR THESE FILES “

It was dead silent I could probably hear a pin drop if that were to happen .

You slowly started to bring out your keys when you heard

“ I’m here for those fucking files “

And you turn and see frank Castle

Quickly you grabbed the arm of the leader and pulled him down punching him with the car and house keys .

When he started screaming he couldn’t see You noticed that people had started shooting , and frank was screaming at you to move .

The leader that broke into your home was rolling on the ground , covering his face . Blood was starting to leak through his fingers he was screaming .

You quickly became some what aware of what was happening you just couldn’t process it , you crawled to the other side of the room and hid underneath the kitchen table and covered your head .

People were still shooting , yelling, and screaming in pain

Soon it was quiet but not soon enough, once it was silent frank yelled for you .

“ y/n , you can come out now “

You were shaking with your knees to your chest . You needed to cry ... he turned the corner and bent down and picked up the now blood spattered Kandahar files .

The guy that you keyed in the face was still rolling and groaning on the floor , Castle kicked him in the stomach making him yell in pain .

Castle crouched down and forced the leader to uncover his face and then he removed his mask .

You piped up

“You know him?”

Castle looked up and shook his head

“No I do not”

Castles face was all bruised worse than last night ; fresh ones were forming and the old ones had yellowish blotches forming because they were healing .

“Why would you beat a lady like that?”

He sat the guy up to face me .

“He can’t see frank “

You said annoyed

“ I know that “

He replied with more sass than you gave him, he shook his head .

“I have to kill this man , I’m giving you 10 seconds to go into another area if you wish “

You slowly crawled out from under the table as frank counted down from 10 . When you were standing frank was at number five , but instead of going into your room and closing the door ... you grabbed a chair from the dining table and sat .

When frank finished counting he looked at the man and then back at you

“Are you sure ... that you want to see this ?”

You shook your head and Started to laugh a little

“No I’m not sure but after what he did to my fucking face “

You pointed to your bruising possibly broken nose , busted lip, and your missing tooth.

“ I think I can live with myself after watching this man die “

And not a second after you said that , he shot him in the back of the head ; the body fell to the side and collapsed to the floor .

Frank started to leave , grabbing the files

“Take care of yourself, go to the hospital and get your nose checked out , you probably need stitches on that lip .”

You just sat there looking down , as soon as you heard that door close you imedeatly started crying , not even crying ...balling

Franks POV:

I shut the door behind me and pulled my hat down to cover my face as best I could , I was finally letting go of the handle when I heard it ...crying .

I stood there for awhile tried talking my self out of going back in , telling myself she wasn’t my problem anymore but it wasn’t working

Infact it didn’t work cause just as soon as I shut that door and thought I was done with her

I re-opened the door ...

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DUN DUN , ok so this is part 3 and yea if you have any suggestions on where this story should go let me know !!!!! Thank you for reading 💕

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The Punisher’s twitter exchanges with Ben Barnes give me life 😂

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THE PUNISHER SEASON 2 FILMING SET PICS

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle and Jason R. Moore as Curtis Hoyle on set filming the second season of The Punisher