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mariacastle replied to your post: It will be 2020 and Frank and Karen will have...

wait what the FUCK???? PEOPLE ARE SAYING THAT??

LEGIT WISH I WAS KIDDING BUT FULLY NOT

like he’s said a few times he think Frank views Karen as someone Lisa could have grown up to be like, meaning he admires the person Karen is ya know

but littearly w/out a doubt someone is always out there saying “Frank sees Karen as a daughter” and like

a) if you think that after the punisher...yikes

b) SHE’S A GROWN ASS WOMEN?? Frank is probably 10 years older than her at the MOST she doesn’t need him to see her as a daughter and HE DOESN’T its the most wild thing and def the dumbest anti kastle argument to date

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[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver while in the process of kissing them.

she takes the lead, for he is her humble servant. he kneels upon her altar happily, & makes no complaints. what was a passing kiss turned into two, & then three.. smiling between, right along with her. his hand on the back of her neck. trying to do the man's job. but such is never the case, in the castle household, is it? it's his girls, that hold him down. him & the boy, you know? they wear the pants, around here. the most deserving woman of her '#1 mom' mug he's ever met. & she's the #1 wife, too. hands down. a goddess among men. & he's the one she chose? how can he not be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, huh? even despite all the horror he's seen, in this life.

her small, soft hands push on his shoulders as she hoisted her leg up & over his waist. lowering herself upon his lap. smiles in between shortening, but not due to a lack of happiness. nah... replaced by a hazy look of contentedness. a softness in his brown eyes that's only for her. like he's a normal, goofy ass husband. lovestruck, lazy, barely there smirk on his face. though eventually their mouths remain in a long dance, as things get more serious. rough fingers raising towards auburn strands, as he rolls his tongue against hers. grunting, as his other hand slides from her ass, up under her shirt. hips lifting them both, to shift & kiss his way under her jaw. expression, suddenly a lot more serious. "how long is lisa at her friend's house?" he rasps against her skin, for a second at that. brows narrowing, as lips move over her face. her cheek, her nose - & back to her mouth. remaining for a few seconds, before backing off. forehead's touching, as he parts long enough for her to answer. chest rising & falling, with a relaxed expression. hang still holding her steady, on his lap.

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you need to get some rest.

it's only been a few hours since he stepped off that plane, & he already has no idea how to deal with being home. it never gets easier - in fact, it gets harder. harder to juggle who he is as a man, with the life he's chosen for himself. he loves his family, & so far it's been muscle memory. the highs of seeing his wife & kids for the first time. & seeing how happy it made them, you know, it took away all of his doubts about whether they were giving up on him slowly. the more he catches them looking at him, like they don't know who he is. like he's a stranger, or something. but the fatigue, it hit him hard. like a blow to the face. the aches of his body, keeping him stationary on the edge of their bed.

"naw, lisa she - wants me to read her a bedtime story." he chuckles, once - almost a scoff. in fact, it is a scoff. but accompanied by a small, fond smile. even as he looks down at the carpet. he already couldn't stand the look of disappointment on the boy's face when he couldn't throw the ball around. "ah, my girl, y'know - she's too smart for her own good." he begins. "she practically begged me for it. & the little asshole, she knows i can't say no to her." he's a sucker for her. always has been, always will be. so much so he's thinking about caving. in fact, he's already made up his mind. but his body just can't bring itself to catch up. "i think i might go." he looks up at maria. not with the weight present when he looks at others. a softness, in him that's reserved for his family. without a smile, however - tiredness somehow evident in his features. in his eyes. forearms resting on his thighs, as he looks up at her standing in front of him. maybe for an answer. definitely, for an opinion. like he's asking for a reprieve. asking if it's okay to be selfish, just this once. & he swears he'll make up for it all tomorrow.

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@mariacastle : ❝ i’m happy…are you happy? ❞

they both should have been asleep somewhere around six hours ago. it would have been the wise decision. the kids were up late and knowing them will somehow wake up early and have all the energy as if they had actually made their bed time. lisa is bound to be knocking on that door any minute now asking if he’ll make her ‘special pancakes.’ yet, there’s not a bone in his body that feels tired right now. his head tilts and maria’s hair tickles against his jaw, her arm tightening around his torso. he had thought she’d drifted off there for a moment until she speaks. the question is followed by the briefest moment of serene silence. it’s such a simple question. but it holds an important weight to it. sometimes he comes back and it takes him a while to really be home. his body is here but his mind is there. his heart feels like it’s still locked up tight in that cage he protects it in when he’s at war. but he’s here now, this time. the fog seems to have lifted. that fatigue is gone and he just wants to hold on to her. hold her and watch the sunlight begin to barely trickle in through the blinds. ❝ yeah, ❞ he breathes out in a low timber. corner of his mouth twitches in a small smile. he rubs his finger back and forth along her shoulder. lips press a kiss into those auburn locks ❝ yeah, i’m happy. ❞

#mariacastle #ANSWERED: ❝ copy that，loud and clear. ❞#PRE-SHOW ❝ i would've told you i was pretty much just like anyone else. ❞