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Febuwhump Prompt - Too Weak to Move

Prompt - "I'll be here."

You let out a soft whine as you tried to sit up, struggling against the pain in your head and the way the world seemed to spin like you were on a ride at a fair. You had to pause and swallow against the sudden feeling of sickness that threatened to come up, collapsing back down as sweat pooled against your forehead.

Around you you could hear the sounds of people shouting and grunting and gunshots from somewhere around you but your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton wool, making the fight seem like it was somewhere way off in the distance rather than happening around you.

You knew you should open your eyes, knew that keeping them closed was a bad idea and that if you fell asleep the chances of you waking back up weren’t great but you just couldn’t. You tried to force them open, focused on nothing else but opening your eyes but they refused to cooperate and so you gave up, desperately wishing you were back in a warm bed as your blood ran cold and you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker with every breath.

The pain in your head was unbearable, the bullet had skimmed directly across your temple, all the way through your hair, leaving you with a deep, bloody line. You could feel the blood pouring from the wound and knew you needed help soon but the last time you’d seen Frank he was on the opposite side of the room taking on at least six gang members, leaving you to deal with the other four.

And you had dealt with them, you killed three of them easily but missed the fourth one who snuck away before getting a shot in. You’d cried out in pain as you felt the bullet skim the side of your head but didn’t react more than that as you aimed your gun at him, killing him before you fell to the floor yourself and pulled yourself behind one of the large crates for cover.

You tried to move again but it was no use, your body refused to listen to you and you were left slumped there, hoping Frank dealt with the others quickly.

You felt yourself swimming in and out of consciousness and by the time gunshots stopped and the only sound filling the room was Frank’s panting, you were losing hold of any consciousness you had.

“Y/N?” Frank called out and you tried to lift your hand but it refused to cooperate, you tried to call back to him but it was like your throat had closed up and all you could do was let out a weak sounding groan.

Thankfully, despite the quietness of it, Frank heard you and his head snapped in your direction as he quickly made his way over to you, falling onto his knees with a soft curse. You felt his fingers on your face, felt them brush just below the wound before he moved your head to the side and traced the length of it causing you to let out a soft cry.

“Sorry baby,” he muttered softly, trying to come up with a plan, knowing he couldn’t just walk into a hospital, knowing you couldn’t go into a hospital. He let out another curse and rooted through his pocket, pulling up his contacts and finding the R section, knowing that he had no other choice and Daredevil had a nurse.

“Hello?” Red answered the phone after two rings and Frank huffed out a relieved breath.

“It’s me,” He said into the phone, keeping his attention on you and patting your cheek softly. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ya hear me?” He said to you and you managed a weak groan.

“What happened?” Red asked and Frank knew he could probably hear you using whatever heightened senses he had.

“I need your nurse friend, it’s Midnight,” Frank told him, rolling his eyes at the nickname the media had given you, The Punisher and Midnight join forces…, you managed a weak, barely there chuckle just knowing Frank’s reaction to having to use that name. “She’s hurt and I can’t move her.”

“I’ll call Claire, where are you?”

You listened as Frank told Red where the two of you were and hoped like hell his nurse friend would get here soon enough because you weren't sure how much longer you could fight against slipping into unconsciousness.

“Hey, you still with me?” Frank asked as he hung up the phone, hand cupping your face and you desperately wanted to lean into the touch, getting more and more frustrated at your inability to move.

Somehow you managed another groan and Frank frowned down at you, brushing his thumb across your closed eyelid and wishing he could do something to help. He hated feeling useless, especially when it came to you and if anything happened to you it’d be on him. He should have realised something was wrong sooner and silently cursed himself as he looked at your bloody head.

You felt consciousness slipping further and further away, barely awake when you heard the door to the warehouse open, the noise echoing loudly through the room and cutting Frank’s soft, reassuring murmurings off. You felt him tense and heard his hand rest of his gun before a woman’s voice sounded through the room.

“Hello? I’m Claire, Daredevil said you needed help.” You didn’t need to see Frank, you knew he deflated as he realised there was no new threat, just somebody there to help.

“Over here!” He called, raising an arm for her to see him behind the crates.

You tried to let out a whine but found you couldn’t even make noises anymore as your body became heavier with exhaustion.

Frank watched the nurses every move and Claire made sure to keep her movements clear as she knelt down next to you, wincing as she looked at the wound, noticing how you didn’t flinch or make a noise as she poked at it with gloved hands.

“Is she awake?” You heard her ask Frank and you tried to make a noise, tried to twitch a finger but you couldn’t. Fear flowed through you as you desperately tried to do something but just continued to lay there, motionless.

“Hey Y/N/N, come on, wake up.” Frank pleaded with you, pale faced and feeling his own fear run through his veins as he turned to glare over at the nurse, the threat clear in his eyes of what would happen if you didn’t make it.

“She needs to be in a hospital.” Claire told him as she started rummaging through her bag.

No hospital, you tried to say but of course no words came out.

“No hospital.” Frank snapped at her for you and you smiled to yourself even if your lips didn’t move an inch. “Help her.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Claire promised, getting to work on cleaning the wound, “But I can make any promises and I need you to keep a clear head.”

Frank glared at her but didn’t say anything, just took your hand in his, willing you to move, to feel your fingers tighten against his. He felt tears prick at his eyes when you lay frozen but didn’t let them fall because you were going to be ok, you had to be ok.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” Frank muttered and you winced sharply as you felt the needle against the side of your head, though again you showed no outward reaction. “You gotta wake up, ya hear me. Ya can’t leave me on my own, not after you wormed ya way into my life.” You heard Frank let out a wet chuckle and smiled in your head as you thought back to how much effort it had taken before Frank finally accepted that you were a part of his life no matter how much he glared, grumbled and snapped at you. “If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.”

You felt the laughter and sob that mixed together inside your head but knew that you hadn’t moved and you hated it. You wanted to open your eyes, wanted to assure Frank that you were still alive and he was still stuck with you but you were too weak to do anything.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Frank choked out, looking at the nurse who was smiling at his words.

“She’s weak, she lost a lot of blood.” Claire told him, keeping her eyes on your wound and the needle in her hand.

“She gonna be alright?”  You heard him ask her and felt your heart stutter as she took a second too long to answer.

“No promises remember.” She said instead and you could practically feel the glare Frank shot at her before you felt the exhaust pull heavily at you and you ended up losing the fight to stay awake, falling into a heavy sleep.

You slept for a long time, deep enough that you didn’t feel the remaining tugs and pulls of the needle knitting you back together, didn’t feel Frank pick you up as gently as he could. You didn’t register any of the slow ride home or Frank carrying you into his apartment, placing you softly on the bed and crawling in next to you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since the warehouse but felt pain in the side of your head causing you to let out a loud groan before you paused because finally you could make a sound again.

“Y/N/N?” You heard Frank say next to you and you turned your head, happiness and relief flooding through you as you let out a huff of laughter because you were moving again. Frank grinned over at you and it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen as you opened your eyes, weakly lifting your hand and cupping his cheek.

“There she is.” Frank said softly and you couldn’t help but laugh again as you traced his lips with your thumb.

“Hi.” You croaked out, wincing at the dryness of your voice.

Frank sat up causing you to pout up at him at the loss of contact but he kept smiling down at you as he helped you sit up, pausing when you winced before he grabbed a glass of water from the night stand and held it to your lips.

“You ever do that shit again, I’ll kill ya myself.” Frank promised as he sat next to you and you smiled up at him, leaning your head against his chest and cuddling into him, your smile softening as he wrapped his arm around you and let his fingers draw random shapes into your skin.

“I promise not to get shot in the head again.” You told him, fully hoping you could keep that promise but you weren’t going to hold your breath.

“Damn right you won’t.” Frank grumbled out, pressing a kiss against your hair. “How you feeling?”

“Tired.” You told him honestly, the pain in your head was still there but all you wanted to do was fall back asleep.

“She sleeps for four days and she’s still tired.” Frank laughed and then softened his voice as he shifted to make you more comfortable, so overwhelmed with relief that you were ok. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Stay?” You whispered against his chest as you felt your eyes fall shut on their own.

“I ain’t going anywhere.” He promised, keeping his voice low and soft, causing you to smile and the feeling of him pressing a kiss to your head was the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of Frank Castle.

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Safe

Summary: You are a friend of Amy livin with her and Frank. Basically a normal night for u. (domestic Fluff)

Pairing: Frank castle x Reader

Notes: So, I guess this is it, my first one-shot. At least Ill try making it one. Also, this is my first time writing reader insert, be advised.

Since you as a friend of Amy had been searching for a place to stay and maybe lay low for a while you had called her and asked her for help. Frank and Amy had said you could stay for a couple of weeks if you liked. That was two and a half months ago. So you could say that you kind of were a part of their dysfunctional family or whatever they were.

It was three a.m. and you were sitting on the couch in the living room, Amy fast asleep in one of the two bedrooms the apartment had. You were just going through a magazine when you heard the sound of the key being placed inside the lock and unlocking it. The door to the apartment swung open and a half beaten and bruised half covered in blood Frank entered . “Nice to see you´re still alive.” You uttered walking towards him. He just answered with an annoyed groan, but that didn’t surprise you when was he ever friendly or welcoming after having just beaten up and probably killed a couple of gang or mafia members. “You know you could just go to sleep instead of waitin on me to get back.” He summed up.

You gave him an annoyed look right before you helped him out of his jacket and placing it on the kitchen counter. While taking a quick glance at his face you quipped :”Jup you are going to shower before I even let you touch the sheets.” While you went to inspect if any of the blood was actually his he just grumbled :” Nah I’ll just take the couch again.” This time you groaned annoyed :” No Frank, I told you already you are not sleeping on that thing anymore, and you will have to clean yourself up eventually so why not do it now?” Well he couldn’t argue with that so he headed towards the bathroom.

When Frank finally stepped out dressed in a t-shirt and boxers he glanced at you sitting on the kitchen counter yawning. Sometimes he just wondered how lucky he was to have you in his life, you two weren’t together or something but it still felt that with you he could talk about everything, and you always went out of your way to make sure that he was taken care of. The best thing was that you didn’t annoy him and tell him what to do, you always had good arguments and convinced him that you were right and he needed to take care of himself.

You got off the counter and mumbled already sleepy :” Just had to make sure you actually go to bed.” He chuckled at your sleepy voice and answered :” Yea but only if you don’t sleep on the couch either.” So you two went to the second bedroom and got into the double bed that you two had shared a few times now.

As you both laid there next to each other , you sighed with relief :”Survived another day.” Franks only response was to pull you towards his chest and embrace you, you placed your head just below his chin , listening to his heart beat you thought: “Safe.”

Since y'all seemed to enjoy my last oneshot I figured I could open requests (I have never done requests before)

So I was thinking, you can request anything Punisher or for that matter jon bernthal related since he has played a lot of great roles, and I'll see what I can do. (I won't write everything, but you guys can just drop some requests and we'll see.)

Just some shit I cooked up

Definition Forbidden C1

Frank castle slightly x oc

word count: 2.1k

warnings : violence, other stuff, no smut I think there might be fluff

summary: Amy's adoptive sister and Frank only have one thing in common, and that's keeping Amy save. They don't get along really well.

Rose groaned as she sat up from the couch she`d been sleeping on, and was happy to see Frank hadn`t come back yet. She got up, quietly as not to wake Amy who was peacefully sleeping on the only bed the trailer had.

She made herself a cup of hot brew and ate this protein bar that was laying on the counter.

Then changed into her workout clothes and did some pushups, and pullups at the doorframe leading to the kitchen, all while trying not to be too loud.

As she was doing a set off pull ups she heard Franks voice from the outside, announcing his arrival.

She opened the door and told him to keep quiet , because of Amy , ignoring the fact that he was covered in blood beneath his jacket yet again. Frank let out a grunt as answer and made his way to the bathroom,

to probably tend to his wounds. Meanwhile Rose started doing her last set of push ups, while listening to the frustrated sounds Frank made.

She decided to ask if he needed help, so she went to the bathroom door and knocked :"You sound like you could use some help, I know we`re not exactly besties but yea I just want you to know Im here if you need help."

She waited a few seconds, Frank had gone totally silent since she had spoken. She was about go when the door to the bathroom opened. As she stepped inside she could see that Frank had taken off his shirt and was apparently trying to stitch up a nasty cut at his lower back.

She immediately reached for the wet cloth that was laying on the counter and the rubbing alcohol, and started cleaning his wound with it.

"How the fuck does that happen?" She asked while preparing to stitch the cut. "Didn`t wear my vest

and one of those fuckers jumped at me from behind." He flinched as she started stitching.

"He wouldn`t have gotten the jump at you if I had been there to back you up Castle." At that he visibly tensed "Yea right what would you have done? Shot him?

killed a man?" Now Rose was pissed too, at his total disregard of her abilities "You`re damn right I would have shot him, and you fucking know it, you know I`m a goddamn good sniper." He flinched as she angrily forced the needle to

go in. After a moment he said" Yea you keep tellin yourself that, and maybe it`s gonna happen, but I ain`t seen you shoot any weapon before kid." Rose kept her composure and responded passive aggressively

"Yea because you don`t just go off shooting at random things, and you just don`t want any help because you hope that you get killed right? So you can finally die, well let me tell you something Castle, I don`t like you I don`t give a shit

if you die or not, but if you do. And I hate to admit it , there won`t be anyone able to protect Amy like you do from what’s commin, so if you really care about her Castle, I suggest you stay alive. And don`t you ever call me Kid again."

At that he didn’t respond, she silently finished his stitching and put some bandages around his wound. Then she wordlessly cleaned and took care of all the minor injuries he wouldn`t been able to reach and left.

Well that was one nice conversation she thought as she took her bag and exited the trailer.

Frank still just sat there, thinking about what she had said, it had really gotten to him. The fact that she knew that he didn’t care whether he died or lived. But he forgot to tell her that he didn’t want her to die too, he didn’t want anyone else to get caught up in this mess, and as far as they knew there was no one looking for her, yet. He suddenly heard the door being shut and got out to find Rose was gone. “Damn it .” He uttered.

Rose was determined to get the guys that were after Amy, and so she did something she promised herself to never do again, but it was Amy , so she had to.

Later that day Rose returned , with a large sport bag contents unknown. She strode inside like on a mission and placed it on the table , ignoring Franks questions as to where shed been and what she had been doing.

She wordlessly opened the duffle and pulled out a long black box.

A weapons case, frank recognized.

“Hey what are you two up to?” Amy asked walking up to them from behind. “Amy I don’t want you to see this, could you please wait in the back?” Rose inquired.

“Like hell I am, I am sick of being shut out, and treated like a kid from the both of you. I am staying.”

“Fine, but don’t touch anything, you too castle!” Rose spoke with an annoyed undertone, as she opened the case, and revealed its contents a black Barrett M82.

“Where the hell did you get this?” Frank furiously inquired. “I took it with me when I left the army.” She answered calmly to release the tension. “Right , you have been deployed, you’re what 20 ? With a criminal background , when would that have happened?”

Rose let out an annoyed sigh at his disbelief and explained: “ I`m twenty one actually, I went to the army when I was eighteen , stayed till I was like nineteen and a half , I was a natural as sniper, was deployed for a few unimprtant missions, then they wanted to use me and a few other recruits as hitmen, I knew with what I knew they wouldn’t let me live if I refused their offer, so I took my shit and went AWOL. I had to disappear , after that I had to keep over water somehow, and so I did some jobs where I could put my special skills to use. It was extremely violent, and after a while I realized that I couldn’t keep doing it anymore all the things I did were just so wrong. So I searched myself a new kind of job, promising myself to never bring up my past again. I found these guys that were giving out jobs where you had to con people and it was pretty well paid that’s when I met Amy. That was about a year and a half ago.”

Amy had just been silently listening and suddenly uttered “ I thought you trusted me , and that we tell each other everything, and now I hear that you were a hitman , a mercenary?! So you lied to me about your past, and that’s how you were able to shoot a gun and beat up those guys that were after us once. Its like I don’t even know you anymore.”

Frank just silently watched, though it looked like he was contemplating something in his head.

“ Amy , you know I love you, you are like a sister to me, and I didn’t want you to know about this because its dangerous, there are still people looking for me and its dangerous for everyone who knows about this. And I tried to leave that part of my life behind, so I decided to never tell anyone , till now.”

“Yea its too dangerous, that’s what everyone keeps telling me , you know what you two , deserve each other, both keeping secrets and telling everyone its for their best ,but you-“ she was pointing at Rose “and especially you –“ now she pointed at Frank “ Are just psychopaths who like to find excuses for the awful things that you do.” With that Amy took her stuff, and went to exit the trailer. “Wow where do you think you are going.“ Frank suddenly inquired. “ Don’t even try to stop me , I am staying with Curtis, I am so sick of you too, but hey maybe you two can go on a murder spree together now. That’s what you do right?!” With a loud thud the door was slammed shut and Amy gone.

Rose wanted to go run after Amy, but Frank grabbed her arm and held her back “Don’t , she’s save with Curt , and you and me have to talk anyway.” Rose wriggled out of his hold and countered :” Oh we have nothing to talk about, the only thing we had in common , just left, I don’t owe you anything!”

She made her way to the table and started packing her stuff. Frank in the meantime phoned Curtis, about Amy.

Curtis told him that Amy had already called him and asked if she could stay with him, and that he was on his way to pick her up.

Now he turned to Rose, he watched her furiously trying to fit all her belongings in one small duffle, he would have never thought that she was ex military, but he had never seen her fight before too, except for when they first met ,she had pointed a gun at him and they had almost killed each other if it hadn’t been for Amy stepping in.

“I just talked to Curt , he is picking her up , she’s save now, you don’t need to worry about her kid.” Rose ignored him, but stopped packing and sat down burying her head in her hands.

She had realized that she wasn’t mad at Amy, or Frank, she was mad at herself, for burying up her past.

“Look just give her some time, she`ll come around sooner or later, you were just trying to protect her she`ll see that.” Frank spoke sitting down on the other end of the couch. Rose didn’t look up but mumbled :”I don’t think so, she hates me now, I messed it up again, she’s the only one I care about and now she hates me too. I should have never lied to her , I mean how could I keep this from her ?” Now it sounded like she was crying. “Look , kid. I – . I knew when I was deployed I signed up for this shady operation that wasn’t the normal kind of mission, hell I knew that this might affect me later in my life. That it might have some consequences when I`d come home. Even endanger my family. But I ignored those thoughts , I ignored all reason because I liked it, I always loved it. War all that shit. My wife knew , she told me herself that it was ok , that she loved me anyway.

But in the back of my head I knew , I always knew that I was and undoubtably am the reason they died. I had a choice, I could have signed out, lived a happy life, but I didn’t. What I wanna say is , you had the chance to get out, and you did, you are a good person Rose , and I don’t believe that Amy hates you for one second.”

Rose sighed “Yea , but I am just as bad, when I fled I could have gone under, really disappeared , but I didn’t I searched the fight I took jobs that were just as bad as the one they had offered me in the army. Back then I beat up guys just for the fun of it sometimes. I decided that I wanted to fight , and it didn’t matter if it was in the army , as private security, or something else. When I fled I noticed it that itch , the need for violence. Till I finally realized that it had to stop, that I had to stop.” She looked at him and when Frank didn’t answer she continued :” And keeping it from Amy was wrong, I should have told her who I really am, what I had done, but I just wanted to feel normal. But regardless of what I did , I never killed anyone. I beat them up, tortured even but I never killed, I didn’t want to go that far.”

Frank now regarded her and said:” You´re better than me kid, you haven’t crossed that line you still have a chance at normal. You were right trying to keep the past in the past and when this is over, you should take Amy and go start a new life, get a chance at normal.”

Rose regarded him for a moment before getting up and grabbing her bag “Thanks Castle, for keeping Amy save, and for the advice. I´m gonna go now, call me when Amy comes back.” She said laying a burner phone down next to him, before walking to the door.

“Castle you are probably the only one that’s able to give her the protection she needs, now , but I want you to know that when she’s save you don’t send her to me, my life never was normal and never will be. And don´t take this personally, but I hope we´ll never meet again.”

-And with that she left.

Authors Note: I hope this makes any sense at all

Could you possibly write a frank x female reader who is fairly androgynous. Like really short hair who mostly wears sweats and crappy shirts. Im tired of reading so many Uber feminine reader fits. Hard to relate. Thank you!

Thanks for your request! This is actually my first time writing a requested fic, so be warned.

Note :Since I can actually relate a lot to your request, as I myself often wear stuff that isn’t really feminine , and occasionally shop in the guys section. (funny how xs for women and xl for men fits me the same, seriously sizes are confusing af. ) I corrected this at 1 A.M. so be warned

Warnings: grapic descriptions of violence and language

Pairing: frank castle x reader

Anyways here a little summary: I decided to go with Frank from season 1 episode 1 aka Construction worker Frank. The female reader is a co worker of Frank, and those bullies at the construction who bullied Frank (calling him a gimp etc.) are occasionally picking on her too. She actually thinks Frank is alright , but doesn’t try to pry to much so she just keeps a safe distance. Frank Frank kinda likes her too, you’ll see.

It had been three months since you started working here and had completed your apprenticeship. You quickly figured out that you were the only female on this construction site. That didn’t bother you though, as long as you could do your job , you were fine. There were some things that annoyed you though, on this particular site were a lot of douchebags, some were bullying everyone that didn’t fit in, which included you and some guy that didn’t play well with others, and of course there were guys that couldn’t stop commenting on your figure , even though you wore the same work clothes as them, since they didn’t have any of them fit for women they were pretty baggy on you, but you never were one to put much effort into dressing feminine . That didn’t matter apparently. You didn’t let them bring you down though, if someone commented on your appearance or mocked the way you behaved you were sure to give them a hard time.

Today a new worker was joining the construction team. You hadn’t really been introduced yet; the bullies usually beat you to it. As always, they were showing the new guy around, making him familiar with the site. You went ahead to go do your todays task, you had been assigned to work with Pete, so you made your way up to his workplace. As you arrived the guys that were showing the new guy around were picking on Pete. One was poking him in the chest, calling him a “gimp”. Pete didn’t react though, just staring at the guy and then turning his back. They seemed to lose interest and moved on.

“I hate those assholes.” You muttered passing Pete and putting your gear on the ground next to you. Pete just gave you a wordless shrug as answer and picked up his hammer. From there on you two worked silently next to each other, until it was time for lunch.

You were just unpacking your lunch when you heard some guys talking about a gig , to make some fast money ,illegally apparently. Pete must have heard it too, because he was looking a lot grumpier than usual. Just as you wanted to say something one of the guys that had been talking started to walk towards Pete bellowing in his face that he was intruding. When the guy started stomping on Pete’s lunch, you had had enough of it. You knew that Pete could take care of himself, he was more that capable of that , but you just couldn’t let it stand that those guys were treating another human being like that.

” Hey dirtbag, I am here too , he isn’t the only one that heard you talking bout your fucking illegal business! Maybe you’re just too damn stupid to realize it but that ain´t exactly the stuff to talk about at your workplace with your coworkers around!” You bellowed in his face.

“What did you just say you fucking bitch?!” The dirtbag shouted at you.

“Your dick may be small, that’s okey , but don’t let your frustration at your inability to get laid out on other people!” You countered in a mocking tone.

Well you didn’t expect to hear Pete chuckle, and you certainly didn’t expect your coworker to smack you in the face. You saw stars for a moment , but then you recovered quickly to land a precise punch on his nose. In your peripheral you could see his friends emerging, and started to brace yourself for a real fight. Two guys were advancing you, when Pete suddenly pulled you behind him. While he was busy with those two you had to go against the guy that had started it all, he had picked up a sledgehammer and was trying to hit you with it. Seeing the hole in the wall it had produced next to you, you quickly started to get real nervous , you hastily picked up a metal bar that was lying beside you. It was clear by now that these guys were trying to kill you, and apparently Pete too. While you had been dodging the one guy , Pete had at least killed one guy and knocked two others out, one of them not wanting to stay down it seemed. You had heard shots too, apparently someone had pulled a gun , but Pete had quickly gotten a hold of it and killed them.

With a loud crash the hammer collided with the bar you were using to defend yourself with. Slowly you began to think that you might not make it out of here alive.

All of a sudden Pete appeared behind your assailant and grabbed a hold of the hammer. He smashed it into the guys skull , he fell down immediately. His lifeless form now decorating the ground with his blood. You looked up at Pete a shocked expression plastered on your face. He just growled:” You don’t fucking hit a woman.”

You wanted to say something when you noticed another guy aiming his gun at Pete. Pushing Pete out of the way you quickly charged at the man effectively knocking the gun out of his hand. It clattered to the floor, and before you could reach for it, Pete had it aimed at the guy and shot him straight in the head.

It was sickening the stench of blood everywhere, but your focus was on Pete , or maybe you should call him Frank.

You hadn’t been sure at first but his little massacre just now had confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed the punisher.

“We need to go,” was all he said before gripping your hand and pulling you with him. Wordlessly you followed him down the stairs.

When you arrived at the yard you said:” W-We can take my c-car.” Given that you were in shock you just handed him the keys to your black chevy truck.

Apparently there were no witnesses, since it had been around lunch there hadn’t been anyone else on the site at the time it happened. Since you two were missing , you were a suspect. So you stayed with Frank for a while.

It had been more than a while since the incident, and you and Frank were sitting at a diner talking. “I talked to a friend, and he said he can help you.Gget you a new identity, you could start over.” Frank suggested in a hushed voice. “We have been over this , I don’t want a new start.But if you don’t want me to stay with you anymore that’s fine.” You mumbled. Looking into his eyes , searching for something unknown. Franks response was a little agitated , he grabbed your hand that was laying on the table next to his. Squeezing it he mumbled: “That is not what I am saying, I just want you to have a choice.” You wanted to say something when the waitress called to you saying there was someone on thenphone for Frank.

It had been an awful couple of days, Frank and you both had tried to find out as much as you could about this Micro guy. Frank had cut off his beard and gotten a buzz cut, which you didn’t mind one bit by the way. You had had to change you appearance too, cutting off your hair till it was just below your ears and dying it black. You had just finished rubbing it dry with a towel and were putting on your cargo pants, Frank had the same ones just a few sizes bigger, when he walked in and looked at you :”You know you can still back out now, you don’t have to do this for me, we have no idea who this guy even is.” He tried to convince you.

“I told you already , I will not let you do this alone, I have your back. Besides if we are right then he is just some nerd guy that wants to get back to his family.” You walked towards him. He looked at you like he was in deep thought before he said, cupping your face with his hands:” You stay behind me , and remember what we talked about. If you get hurt I don’t know what I will do.”

It was the first time he admitted that you meant something to him. You got on your tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek instead of his lips , as you didn’t want to overstep anything. But he wouldn’t have it, leaning in he pulled you towards him once more , kissing you gently on the lips. You leaned into it trying to hold in the moan that eventually escaped your lips. You both parted panting and looking at each other.

“You want this?” He asked hastily while his hand squeezed your hip. “Yes , yes I do.“ You panted, just before he pulled you in again , crushing his lips to yours.

You barely made it to the bed.

Micro would have to wait.

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Since I am to lazy to post at the moment:

Here's the AO3 link to the second chapter of "Definition forbidden"

TWO THINGS (Fanfic preview)

There’s two things that the devil of hells kitchen, the punisher , the infamous PI Jessica Jones , the bulletproof man Luke Cage and the Iron Fist all have in common.

One they all are vigilantes, some might even say heroes each in their own way.

And there’s the second thing. Well its actually not a thing , its Darcy a young woman , with a particular interest in those crime fighting misfits. She’s met them all, talked to some of them even, though none of them even realize that she knows their fellow vigilante colleagues. In fact they barely even notice her. But that’s not a problem, because she doesn’t want to get caught up in their lives anyway, you could describe her as a admirer maybe a fan, but nothing more.

Pairings:

Frank castle x OC

slight Jessica Jones x OC

I have 3 chapters ready, I am planning on writing more , but I can't promise anything.

Btw my AO3 is : samdiesemmel

Definition forbidden C2

Pairing: Frank Castle x oc

Word count: about 2k

Warnings : blood, graphic descriptions of violence

Notes: I last read this a month or 4 months ago, I have no idea if this is corrected.

Thanks. For even considering to read this.

Link to chapter 01

As promised Frank had kept Rose updated about Amy. After that she didn’t hear from him again.

Amy searched the whole trailer till she finally found it, the burner Phone that Rose had given to Frank. She flipped it open and called the only number in the call log, it took a while till Rose finally picked up:” What ya want Castle?” She answered in a groggy sounding voice.

Amy uttered:” Its me, Frank has been arrested, I need your help to get him out.”

“Amy are you ok? I knew Castle wasn’t that good, only a matter of time before something like this happened.” She murmured into the phone.

It only took Rose a few minutes to come to Amy, she drove them to the hospital were they held Frank. On their way there Rose managed to snag a police uniform, more like she knocked a female officer out and took her uniform.

“You know you didn’t have to do that , you could have just taken one of these nurse uniforms, like me.” Amy uttered as they were getting into the elevator. “Yea but those don’t come with a gun do they?” Rose countered.“ You are unbelievable.” Amy chuckled.

They arrived at the 3rd floor where Frank was held, and got out of the elevator. Rose did quick work showing off her badge and escorting Amy to Franks room.

When they arrived, there was already a blonde woman sitting next to Frank. “Wow, well Castle you look like shit.” Rose uttered without thinking, and regretting it immediately. “Rose ,Amy what the hell you two doing here?” Frank snarled furiously.

”Well Frank I can’t let you die, did you really think that I wouldn’t come to bust you out?” Was Amy´s response while she went to pick his handcuffs. “Who are these women , Frank?” The blonde woman inquired. “I’m Amy , and that’s my sister form another mister Rose.” Amy answered for Frank.

“And you are that Reporter chick, Karen Page right?” Rose inquired. “ That’s me.” Karen confirmed.

“Frank we need to get you out of here, everyone knows you are here now, they will come and try to kill you.” Amy insisted as Frank refused to let her pick the locks of his cuffs.

“Maybe you should just let them do it. Rose get her out of here.” Frank mumbled.

“What the fuck Castle, we come here to get you and you are coming with us, wether you want to or not, I´m not gonna let you quit just yet.” Rose concluded , getting the handcuff keys and staring to uncuff him.

When she was done she looked at him expectantly as he wouldn’t move.

“I can´t go with you, I did something that can´t be forgiven. I am no different from him.” Frank stammered. “What do you mean by that , and who are you talking about?” Rose questioned. She had to admit Frank looked like a mess, and she was pissed because no one was able to tell her what had actually happened to him. She waited patiently , but Frank wouldn’t answer.

Then suddenly a homeland security agent called Madanni turned up, she was apparently already acquainted with Frank. She said something abut Frank killing three innocent women, and him fighting some called Russo.

Rose was just about done when she grabbed Amy´s arm :” Come on lets go.”

Amy turned to her surprised :” I thought we were going to get Frank outta here?”

Rose pointed at Frank and exhorted :” You see that , he’s done with this shit, and it’s time that we are too, I will just have to find a way to get us out of the country and then well be save. So lets go Amy.” Amy was not having it, she wiggled out of Rose`s grip and got to Franks bed

” Frank, you can´t just give up, you need to come with us.” She pleaded.

“You should go kid, you’ll be save with her.” Was Franks response. In the meantime Madanni and Karen had excused themselves to go look at some evidence. There was a knock on the door and a Cop came in, he said he needed to talk to Frank alone, so Rose and Amy left. Rose couldn’t convince Amy to go so they stood there waiting. There was a chink in the roller blinds through that Rose could see into the room, she was looking through it when she saw the Cop pulling out a syringe and Frank providing his arm for a probably lethal injection.

She immediately sprung into action, almost kicking the door in and jumping at the assailant. She knocked the syringe right out of his hand, letting it fly across the room. She kicked him in the groin and tackled him to the floor.

When she made the mistake to briefly look up at Frank, the cop suddenly got the upper hand and got her in a chokehold. That didn’t last for long though, because Frank came from behind stabbing the life right out of him. The attackers body sank to the floor like a lifeless bag.

Rose coughed and turned to look at Frank.

“Are you alright?” Frank inquired in a raspy voice. Rose just nodded. They both just stood there for a moment staring into each others eyes trying to read what the other was thinking.

Then Amy made her presence known: “What the fuck was that Frank? You were just going to let that man kill you? You were going to let him do it?” Frank just gave her a guilty look.

Madanni and Karen came right after and Karen almost screamed :” You didn’t do it Frank, you didn’t kill those women Frank!”

After that the actual escape finally begun, Frank got dressed as Cop and escorted out by Madanni, Rose went out the front to get the car ready, Karen triggered the fire alarm and Amy got back into her civilian clothes to get out at the front door.

Rose arrived at the back entrance just in time to see a police officer pointing a gun at Frank and Madanni. She carefully advanced before holding her gun right to his head.

”Don´t move , give me your weapon , now!” Rose exhorted. The Cop did as she said but unfortunately he turned an saw her face. Rose urged Madanni to move Frank behind her , as she took the policeman’s gun and started to retreat. When she was about twenty feet from them she asked Frank:” Can you run?” He begrudgingly nodded, and they took off towards the car. Leaving Madanni to deal with the cop. Rose grabbed Franks arm and put it above her shoulders so she could support him. When they finally made it to the car , Amy was already there waiting for them, and helped Frank in the backseat. Grace got into the drivers seat and they drove off.

When they arrived at the trailer , Rose told Amy to check the trailer and then hold open the door. Rose helped Frank out of the car and offered him support but he denied with a grunt. “Great so you’re back to your old grumpy self.” She uttered frustrated.

After that , everything went to shit. This creepy looking buttered and bruised guy showed up, he was apparently the hitman trying to kill Amy and Frank.

They managed to barricade themselves inside the trailer, creepy hitman guy outside shouting something about them coming out or him opening fire. It didn’t matter anyway , Rose would not let anything happen to Amy , so she buckled up with her M16 which she had grabbed from the car and was ready to step out and kill this guy when Frank shoved her aside and stepped out instead , unarmed.

He kicked the trailer door closed and barked :”You don’t wanna kill them, just me , its me you want , lets solve this like men. You and me , no guns , just a fair fight!”

Rose had to keep Amy from storming out, as much as she wanted to keep Frank from getting killed too she knew that he could actually handle it. And apparently Franks speech served its purpose, because the two men were now advancing each other unarmed , ready for a fistfight.

It was Frank who threw the first punch, the creep dodged it and hit Frank straight in the face, you could see droplets of blood flying around as Franks head was knocked back by the force of the punch.

But Frank recovered almost instantly charging at the guy and wrestling him to the ground where he started to repeatedly hit him in the face. The hitman’s head was being thrown from side , his nose had already been broken at the first punch and his blood splattered everywhere. Somehow he managed to get Frank off of him, and picked up a chain lying on the floor , he started to whip Frank with it. Frank tried to shield himself holding up his arms. Then the hitman slung the chain around Franks neck, at first it looked like he had Frank but then suddenly Frank turned and caught the guy with the chain. Now the chain was around both of their necks. If they kept on fighting they would both die, it didn’t look like either one of them cared.

The hitman choked out :” Oh.. ..Only the w…wor..worthy one… o ..us ll survive.” Franks answer was a grunt and they both kept on struggling , both looking like they were going to pass out any second.

Rose came running out of the trailer followed by Amy , she was about ready to free Frank when he looked at them and shook his head. After that the struggle between the two men went on till Frank seemed to loose consciousness , but not without taking the hitman guy with him. Frank was on top of the creep when he managed to strangle him , his own blood dripping onto the guys face as he finished him off and then almost instantly passed out on top of the him.

Rose was the one freeing Frank from the chains and starting CPR frequently shouting at him not to die.

There was so much blood on him , whether it was his or the hitman’s was unclear she was starting to doubt that he would make it when he suddenly opened his eyes coughing up some blood. She turned him on his side so that he wouldn’t choke on his own blood.

“Frank , are are you okey?” Rose quizzed. He looked a litte distraught but slurred :”Yea Yeah.” Then Amy came down to him giving him a tight hug.

Your prompt:

Frank: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

David: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Frank: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Billy: edible

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