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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

one - deja vu

tags: n/a two // masterlist // MAD AT GOD (DD CANON)

welcome back to the MAG universe! this time around we are rolling through the Punisher series. i’m so excited to develop her friendship with Frank and see what happens between her and Billy!

Pairing: Billy x Reader (casual), Frank x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 5, 728

Summary: Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

You moved over quickly, using Luke as footing to jump from after he knocked her into a short spin so she faced away from you. You moved in a fluid motion to connect the wires between your wrists as you hooked one leg over her shoulders and jammed the other against her spine. You leaned forward enough to get the wire across her throat before you dropped to land on your feet.

She was quick to flip her sai in her grip and slam it through your thigh. Your leg buckled and she used the chance to free herself, spinning to slam her foot against the side of your head. You fell to your back with a wet thump and you pushed to your elbows, craning your neck to see her weapon skewering your thigh. The red stained tip poked through and any movement sent a sharp pain through your body, eminating deep within your bone. She dared to move closer and you kicked the opposing foot against her chest.

Once that foot landed back on the ground, the pain on the other side made you cry out. You managed to drag yourself to your feet and stood unsteadily, hopping on your good leg to try and maintain balance. You reached awkwardly behind yourself for your staffs, having to connect them quickly and use them as a cane for the moment.

“You’ll die down here with us.” Elektra’s voice taunted you, though she was no where to be seen. “As you should.”

You hobbled in a small circle while you tried to find where the voice was coming from. But there was no one, not even the ghost of footsteps or shuffles to give her away. The rest of your group was gone, as if they never came down with you. Not even the elevator.

Hadn’t they just been there?

The tunnels around you stretched as far as you could see, dripping and collecting small puddles. Your labored breathing filled the silence between drips and you felt something eerily out of place about the whole thing.

“Come on then.” You challenged weakly. A deep breathe before you screamed into the wet darkness. “Come out and kill me!”

“Y/N.” He said calmly and you spun so fast you nearly slipped in the water. But when you glanced down to find your footing, you were in a puddle of blood. All of the water had turned to blood. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head, assuming it was your own mania creeping in, but when you opened them the sight hadn’t changed.

“This is what you wanted.” He used the same eerily calm tone, even as the ground shook beneath your feet.

“You should’ve left.” You said angrily as the drips began to land on your forehead. “You shouldn’t be here, Matt.”

“Then why didn’t you keep him safe?” Elektra appeared at his side, walking around him like a predator taunting her prey. Her fingers trailed along the back of his shoulders.

But even in the dim light, neither of them looked like themselves. They were soaking wet and it looked it was water on their bodies, but it reflected red once it hit the ground. Their skins were tinted blue, cyanotic to match their puffy lips and swollen bodies. Their eyes were hollow, sunken in and hardly even there. Everytime their mouths open, blood spilled. They looked like corpses that had been left at the bottom of the river for months to decay in silence.

“I tried.” You answered but the sound barely registered.

Your eye suddenly stung and when you reached to wipe it, your hand came back with fresh red blood. The scar above your eye, the deep gash your mask left from your fight with Fisk, was now fresh and seeping into your eye. The scar on your cheekbone stained the lower half of your face. Your chest snapped and the cartilage fell loose and the old cracks in your ribs fell open. One by one, old injuries became fresh again and each one felt like a hit to your stamina, to your strength, until you fell back to your knees.

Elektra appeared in front of you now, reaching with a sadistic smile for her sai that still dripped with your blood. You tried to back away but landed against Matt, who moved quickly to pin you to the ground. You struggled against him, but he leaned more of his weight against you and left you flailing and kicking.

“Matt? Matt, what are you doing?” You said in a panic but your own blood filled your mouth.

Elektra twisted the weapon in your leg and you screamed out, a gurggled sound that nearly choked you. You kicked your other foot at her but it moved through her, as if she was never really there.

“You’ll die. Painfully.” She threatened before a second sai appeared in her hands.

She climbed over your body, knees on either side of your ribs as she lined her weapon with the center of your chest. By then you were crying, hair sticking to your face and thrashing your body under her weight. But she didn’t move. Matt didn’t move. Instead, they offered each other wicked smiles before both looking down at you.

“You could’ve saved me, Y/N/N… Why didn’t you?” Matt asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but before your voice could find you, Elektra’s weapon began to press into your chest.

Breaking the skin earned a whine.

Her jamming the heel of her hand against it to break through your sternum drew a groan.

Her slow, intentional pressure against your heart earned a plead.

“I can fix this.” You tried, barely a whisper above the shattering thuds of collapsing rock.

“If you could’ve…” She said lowly, leaning forward to meet your panicked eyes, dripping blood from her lips. “You would’ve already.”

Your eyes went wide at the wet sound of the sai piercing your heart.

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You shot up in your bed and a hand instantly moved to your cheek. The skin was clear of blood but covered in a layer of sweat. You felt above your brow and found the same. With a small noise of stress, you threw your comforter back and shuffled to the bathroom. A hand was rubbing the center of your chest, haunted by the tip of Elektra’s weapon.

You flipped the light, squinting through it for a minute until your eyes adjusted. You planted both hands against the countertop and leaned in to see the faint lines of scars around your eye. The subtle discolorations that followed the shape of your mask, permanent memories of your time as a vigilante, of that hole deep inside you that you couldn’t quite fill. Quantico had done very little towards that gaping feeling, that hole somewhere too deep for you reach that felt like it would swallow you everyday.

You thought that FBI training, getting away from the Kitchen, would maybe be good for you. It’d be time to breathe, maybe even grieve. But those words didn’t seem to mean anything to you anymore. It just felt like they were adding to that depth, sucking out any remnants of progress you had made.

Maybe coming home wasn’t going to be any better.

You blew out a sigh and splashed your face with cold water, a contrast to the heat that seemed to live in your blood now. You felt warm, everywhere you went. No matter the temperature outside, you were boiling inside. But if someone were to touch your skin, they’d never know.

That was who you were now. Not Y/N. Not even Exodus. You were someone else. Someone with Y/N’s memories and tendencies, with Exodus’ mania and skills, but other things were left unaccounted for. Who’s morals did you maintain? Who’s relationships were important?

Who’s heart beat in your chest? Who’s blood was in your veins?

But if you thought about it too long, Matt’s voice would creep into your thoughts. Random things he had told you throughout the time you knew him. Empty promises he made to Exodus. Honest sentiment he gave to Y/N. The last words you heard him say.

You shoved those thoughts to a deep corner of your mind as you headed back to the living room. The chest in the closet seemed to call out to you. The chest full of boxing memorabilia pertaining to Matt’s father, some of his own collection and some you were able to add for him, one of his bibles, and the false bottom that allowed him to hide his suit.

The suit that would never be there again.

You sighed and shook your head before heading to your bedroom to find clothes for the day. You might as well get ready since you knew your mind wasn’t going to let you sleep again anytime soon.

Wasting as much time as you could, you got ready and headed out into the city. You had been back from Quantico for about a week and you were trying to settle back into the Kitchen, but the nightmare of Midland haunted you every night. It was a little different everytime, sometimes the words they spoke to you changed and once it was Matt that killed you with your own blade, but it always the same premise. The three of you, everything coated in blood, and you died.

It was either your conscious gnawing at you and refusing to let you escape, even in sleep, or it was the universe telling you that death would find you. Either way, it never left your mind.

As you were out, you saw Matt in every face. Everywhere you went, you saw him. You almost called his name a few times until you got a better look and remembered he was dead. It felt like you were losing yourself in the grief, in the hopes that it was all a bad dream. Maybe you were still dreaming?

But then someone bumped your shoulder walking by and you knew you weren’t. Weeks had passed and you still couldn’t fully stomach the fact that he was gone. In your mind, you just wanted him there and he was everywhere but nowhere all at once.

You were wandering your usual streets, fighting through the relentless deja vu, stopping at one of the few lunch spots you missed, and ended up at the only building you thought could help. It was one of the few places you didn’t avoid prior to your time away, and now, maybe it was the only chance to cool the blaze under your skin. To fill the hole.

You walked in with a shaky breath and found Father Lantom outside the confessional, talking to one of the nuns with hushed urgency. But as you approached, he sent the nun away and turned to you with a small but welcoming smile. He gestured to the small, private conversation box and you simply nodded. He stepped inside first and you followed suit into your side about a minute later.

“Good to have you back.” Father Lantom said after a short silence. “How was your training?”

“Good, yeah, it was good.” You answered simply. “Dex said everything went really well so now it’s just waiting for approval or something, I don’t really remember…”

“It was quick.”

“Yeah, it was a specialty.. Accelerated… Accelerated program.” Your eyes fell and you noticed you were wringing your fingers. Since when did you do that? “Look, Father, I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to say to start this but…”

“Whatever you need to say, Y/N.” He offered genuinely. “Whenever you’re ready to say it.”

“I keep having this nightmare, Elektra and Matt and me. Under Midland and we all die together… Usually El does it but Matt’s done it too, killed me. And I thought being away would make it easier. But it feels worse… I can’t sleep. I hardly eat. I just feel empty.”

“Have you ever felt anything like this before?”

“When I was younger, when I realized what I was going to have to do in the Red Room. I didn’t feel like a person…”

“Hmm..”

“But then I got out and out of nowhere I meet Matt and suddenly… It was like my heart was beating in my chest for the first time.” You couldn’t fight the sad smile that stretched your lips. “Now, it’s like anytime I think about him, my heart can’t beat. It’s just there, weighing down my chest like a rock.”

“When Matt would first tell me about his night activities, he was so twisted up about some of the things he found.” He spoke carefully, treading a fine line between breaking the seal of confession and finding the details that he hoped would offer you comfort. “Some of the things he had seen, what some people in this town were capable of…”

“People like me?”

“No. He never spoke unkindly about you, even before he knew.”

That seemed to fill the hole a little but the blaze remained.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the type…” You sniffled. “Were you able to help him?”

“What I offered wasn’t the help he needed. I could offer bible verses and quotes to him every day, but he knew them all. He knew the stories and the psalms as easy as he knew his way here.”

“So what’d you say?”

“I told him to listen to his heart, because his had always been good. Angry and hurt, yes, but also good.”

“I’ve never felt this alone.” You spoke, a distance in your voice as you stared at the wood door in front of you. “I’ve been left before, by others and by my own choice. I’ve sabotaged my life to a point where I had to be alone and I’ve sacrificed my lifestyle to protect people around… I don’t want to feel this again.”

“Feeling these kinds of things is what makes us human.”

“Yeah..” You nodded, finding the familiar mental ledge that could take it all away. That could turn it all off so it didn’t matter, that would let Y/N rest. All you had to do… Was give her… A little push. “Maybe that humanity is the issue.”

“Guilt is a good thing.. It’s a soul’s call to action, the innate feeling that something is wrong. The only way to rid yourself of it is to correct your mistakes.”

“Correct my mistakes…” You repeated slowly. “I can’t correct this one… Not the way I’d need to. But I know how to get rid of these feelings.”

“Y/N?” He asked quickly and the concern was palpable in his voice.

“Thanks, Father… It’s been nice catching up.”

And with that, you left the church. You took a deep breathe when you stepped out, the crisp New York air hitting you as soon as you stepped out. There was something freeing in that breath. The heat still blazed with every beat of your stoned heart, leaving a trail of warmth through your veins. The hole still lived in your soul but now you fed it, all the sorrow and despair and loneliness was shoved into the hole. It didn’t fill it by any means, but it satisfied it enough that it wouldn’t swallow you whole. It allowed you to live, and for now that was enough.

The rest of your day was relatively uneventful. You went home for a while and did some reorganzing. You cleaned up some of Matt’s leftover belongings that you were unable to touch before. You even started a pile of things that you figured you should donate. Someone else in the Kitchen could probably use some of those suits.

You took down some photos and put them in the closet with his chest. You even took down that painting from the art gallery you bought. It was the red one Vanessa had showed you. You bought it because you had liked it. It made you think of the Man in the Mask and how turbulent your relationship was but now that he was gone, it was just another token of a dead life. So you shoved it away as well.

You cleaned some of the things you had been neglecting and began to feel like you were actually getting some sort of normalcy back. It wasn’t the normalcy that Matt would’ve wanted for you. You could recognize that, but you never expected to have that anyway. You never had the normalcy he wanted for you when he wasn’t around, so you felt no requirement to find it now that he was gone. And maybe you owed it to his memory to live a real life, live a life of peace, but that was never part of you.

It was later that night when you realized what day it was.

Curtis’ support group for veterans.

You were always welcomed there, ever since you started with Anvil. He never made you talk but the option was always there. And you did, occasionally, if only to shut down one of the other guys. There was a certain respect from Curtis that you didn’t find in other people. He knew you were from an ‘elite covert kill squad’ since childhood but he didn’t ask other questions. He didn’t need to know everything to know that you were lost. It was refreshing and you liked to stay after official sessions to talk about whatever you were thinking or feeling.

But glancing at the time, it was too late for that. So you shrugged it off and decided you’d go next time. At least to say hello to an old friend, the least judgemental one you had left. Instead, you decided you’d go to the bookstore and add to your to-be-read collection while continuing to ignore texts from everyone that knew you.

It wasn’t long until alleged vigilantism found it’s way to you. That next morning, stories of an assault at a construction zone hit your ears. Bodies found under fresh concrete with more blunt force injuries than they should’ve had. Then, estimated to be a few hours later, a hit against a prominent crime family.

It had a familiarity to it that you couldn’t quite place, but it gave you an odd sense of comfort. There was the haunt of concern in your bones, as if you worried that there was something left unanswered within you, but Matt took that part with him. When he died, so did that part of you that wanted to do something good. That wanted to help the neighborhood you loved. You liked the fact that someone else was handling it for you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t vaguely set off an old itch that liked to be scratched. An old manic, sadistic, worrisome itch that could easily spiral to a full blown bloodbath.

So instead, you carried on with your day. You went to the grocery store to refill your fridge and your pantry. You bought some new clothes, more fitting for an FBI agent, and got some plastic totes to put away some of Matt’s things. The things you didn’t want to look at but couldn’t quite bring yourself to get rid of.

While you were out, you decided to stop by an old warehouse. You weren’t even sure if he would be there, but it was the only starting point you had. You knocked lightly on the door before heading inside, watching the corners and dark shadows carefully.

“Melvin.” You called out when you saw the vague shape of a man sweeping in the corner. “I just wanna talk.”

“Whoever you are, I don’t talk.” He said sharply, coming into full view with a wrench gripped tightly in his hands. “Just go on back the way you came and this never happened.”

“We had a mutual friend.” You said simply, lifting your head a little. “Our Man in the Mask.”

“Shit.” He breathed, slowly dropping the wrench. “I uh, heard he’s gone… That true?”

“Yeah. Your suit protected him from a lot but couldn’t withstand a falling building.”

“Shit.” He said again.

“Mmm.” You agreed. “I came to ask you for something. A vest. Clean lines, simple build. Something I can wear daily, under my normal clothes.”

“Guess that makes you Exodus, huh?” He broke into a small smile that didn’t last. “Sorry but I don’t do that anymore.”

“Yeah, I figured… Neither do I, not really. Ever since Red went down, I…” You took a deep breath. “I got a good job lined up, just need a little something.”

He sighed heavily and turned to the ceiling before facing you again.

“I’ll do you a favor, just this once cause your friend always kept his word. But don’t expect anything else.” He said firmly, pointing a finger at you.

“One and done.” You nodded.

“Alright.. Ah jeez, okay. Your measurements the same? Red and black still?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You looked at your arms and chest. “And uh, no. No red.”

“C’mon.” He guffawed. “You and Daredevil were partners. You don’t want anything to remember him?”

“Just do whatever.” You shrugged. “How much?”

“It’s on me. I never charged your buddy so… Just gimme a day or two. I’ll get you something nice.”

“I appreciate it.” You offered a smile, though you didn’t quite mean it. “Thanks, Melvin.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off. “Don’t ask me for nothing. Alright? I mean it.”

“I get it.” You insisted as you backed towards the door. “Looking forward to it.”

Later that day, not long after you had unloaded all of your groceries, a hard knock sounded at your door. You ignored it, assuming it was just your friends coming to see if you were home yet. Either that, some kids screwing around, or it was just someone from your past coming to kill you. Who exactly was out to get you at that point, you weren’t sure, but there were enough skeletons in your closet that hadn’t fallen out yet. So you went about your business until the door flew open and someone rushed in.

Calmly, you grabbed the gun you tucked between the fridge and wall and turned to face whoever was in your apartment. You gripped it comfortably and cleared your throat, seeing them turn with a sharp gasp. Your brows raised expectantly and Karen’s hands shot up instantly.

“God, Y/N, you scared me.” She breathed before covering a hand to her chest. “How long have you been back?”

“How often do you come into my apartment?” You asked instead, lowering the gun but not putting it down.

“I just-” She tried to explain but her eyes kept falling to the gun. “Can you put that down, please?”

“Don’t trust me anymore?” You raised your brows before tucking the gun into the back of your waistband. “Answer my question.”

“Has he reached out to you?” She asked instead.

“I’m not playing games, Karen. If you have something to tell me, then spit it out and get out of my apartment. If you only came here to fuck around…”

“Frank.” She said quickly. “Frank’s back.”

“Explains the news.” You tilted your head in acknowledgement. “What’d he come to you for?”

“Something about some Micro, a guy that came after him recently. Knows who he is, that he’s alive.”

“Micro… This guy have a real name?”

“David Lieberman, NSA analyst that is officially shot dead by Homeland Security a year ago.”

“Only he’s not.” You nodded. “Okay. Where’s Frank now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is he going after Lieberman?” You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead, weighing the pros and cons of you getting involved.

“Probably… But Frank said he’s a- He’s a spook. How would he find him?”

“Well, he wouldn’t go for him directly, but someone that knows him or is relevant to him just might work to draw him out. What other names did you work out?”

“Carson Wolf got the whole story cut, could be something there.”

“Probably.. Name sounds familiar.” You felt the scales tilting back and forth in your brain. “Why did you come and tell me about this?”

“Because I-” She hesitated, as if she had just noticed your reaction. “He doesn’t really seem like he wants me involved.”

“So you want me to go run into a fight I know nothing about?” You dropped your hand against your leg with a smack and opened your eyes. “Don’t you think if Frank wanted my help, he would’ve came to me himself?”

“Maybe he didn’t know where to find you.” She offered, clearly searching for anything to convince you.

“Or maybe he didn’t care enough to find me.” You countered with a shrug. But seeing the desperation in her eyes, feeling the plead in her bones, you sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it… I’ll look into Lieberman, maybe there’s a wife or siblings or something. And this Wolf guy, I think I heard his name around Quantico so I guess I can pull some strings in that direction.”

“Thank you.” She let out a sharp exhale, as if she had been holding her breath for your response. “Have you told Foggy you’re back?”

“No.” You turned away to busy yourself in your kitchen. “Haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m sure he’d love to see you.” She tried gently. You noticed the hesitation in her words and realized she was walking on eggshells, completely unsure of how stable you were. “Or at least hear from you.”

“The last conversation we had was an argument.” You admitted, though your voice lacked the remorse it should’ve had and it was too late to add it in now. “And he flinched away from me… He told me that if I wanted to get myself killed, I was more than welcome to as long as I didn’t try to blame anyone other than myself for it.”

Her mouth opened and closed in silence, like she was chomping at the air while she tried to find a response. Finally, her voice found her and it was the same response you expected.

“He had to have still been in shock.”

“He had more than enough time to get over it.”

“I know he wouldn’t say that to you and mean it.” She reasoned.

“Yeah, just like Matt never would’ve said half of what he said to me during the Castle trial, right?” Your brows raised in accusation and you saw her expression drop. “Yeah, sometimes pain or shock bring out what people really mean.”

“Y/N-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You cut in firmly. “Next time you see Frank, ask him if he wants my help. In the meantime, I’ll poke around and start building some intel.”

“Thanks.” She forced a tight smile. “And I’ll talk to Foggy, if you want me to.”

You simply shrugged.

“He’s one of your best friends, isn’t he?” She asked gently, scared for what your answer would be.

“Most of the people I’ve called friends have grown to hate me for one reason or another… I guess I always knew I’d add Foggy to that list one of these days.” You answered flatly.

“C’mon, Y/N.” She tried again.

“Better that than dead… You can go now.”

With a small gesture of defeat, she left. And you wondered if you were going to regret getting involved.

Some quick research into Lieberman showed he did leave a family behind, a wife and two kids. You had no intentions of hurting them but should there be a need, you had blackmail material. He was allegedly shot dead by Homeland after resisting arrest. There was nothing about why he was wanted by Homeland, nor was there anything about his career. But he was NSA, so there should’ve been something other than a passing mention.

That all just meant someone wanted it to go away, and that someone was likely this Carson Wolf character.

You thought about going over to the address you could find for Sarah Lieberman but you assumed Frank would’ve been there already. And two unfamiliar visitors in one day would’ve triggered some sort of concern in the wife, who you had to assume was helping hide her undead husband until you knew otherwise. Instead, you wrote down the address and looked into Carson Wolf. You found that he was one of the higher ups at Homeland Security. It was an interesting connection that you’d have to poke at later.

With a little digging, you also found some information on the construction site incident. There was a feature on the company’s webpage about a new employee, which was asterisked as inactive the day after the bodies were found. There was no picture on the page but you could only assume that Pete Castiglione was the one and only, Frank Castle.

You decided to get out of the house and headed out to get something to drink. You passed by Josie’s and thought about going in. But when you reached the door, you were hit with one of many memories of you and Matt in that place so you had to pass. You passed other bars as you wandered and none really seemed inviting. Eventually, your feet grew tired of aimlessly moving so you settled on a bar you had been to with Billy a few times. Low and behold, Billy was already there.

You felt his eyes following you as you passed by, taking a seat at the bar a few seats down. You ordered your drink and when it came out, you spun the liquid around the glass, listening vaguely to Billy talking about his service and Frank.

The woman kept asking questions pertaining to Frank and their conversation held your interest. Without making it obvious, you noted what she was asking.

Did he get dirty? Could he have been involved in drugs over there?

But why ask questions about a dead man? Who was she?

The gears in your brain were turning when you heard Billy’s question.

“So you’re single?” He asked, clear flirting in his tone. Your head cocked slightly and your brow raised, noticing he was already looking at you for a reaction. He laughed and tilted his bottle towards you but you simply smiled and shook your head.

He went back to his flirting and you rolled your eyes slightly at his next remark. But you did hear a name.

Special Agent Madani.

You could tell she was either going to be one hell of an obstacle or one hell of an ally.

You watched her leave and then decided to slide into her seat.

“Billy Russo, always the player.” You teased with a sly smile and he grinned. “How’ve you been? Lonely?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He said happily. “And here I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, Quantico was fun but I got bored.” You shrugged playfully. “Knew everything they wanted to teach me.”

“Yeah, I bet you did..” He nodded, never dropping that sly smile. “Bet you made one hell of an impression too.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Yes, you do… Y’know, I missed you.”

“You did not.” You scoffed lightly, gesturing to the bartender for a second drink. “Judging by your latest visitor.”

“Ah, I see what this is.” He chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

“In your dreams, Russo.” You rolled your eyes with an amused smile. “Who was that anyways? She was asking a lot of questions…”

“Dinah Madani.” He answered simply. “Homeland agent that brought a team through Anvil earlier.”

“Homeland, huh?” You turned towards the door even though she was long gone. “Interesting…”

“Why?”

When you didn’t answer, he reached for your chin and turned your face towards him.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” His eyes darted between yours as he tried to figure you out, but you knew he never would. Not in any way that would mean anything.

“Just curious why a Homeland agent is asking about a dead man is all…” You shrugged. “And it’s a pattern.”

“Oh, it’s a pattern.” He said with a nod, acting as if it explained everything. “What does the pattern tell you?”

“That you like women in power.” You answered plainly. “Me, now in the FBI and everything else I’ve done. Madani, in Homeland with what I would assume is solid standing. Next thing you know, you’re gonna bed a senator.”

“I’ll still come back to my best girl.” He smiled, tapping under your chin with a click of his tongue.

“Yeah, like there was any competition.” You chuckled.

“When’d you get back?” He nodded towards you, decidingly dropping your previous conversation topic.

“Week ago. I thought about coming by, decided not to.” A slight shrug of your shoulder.

“Why not?” He almost sounded hurt.

“Just tired. Needed sound time to settle in.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in slightly and raised his brows. “How about we spend some quality time tonight then, hmm? You got any other plans?”

“Hmm.” The corner of your mouth lifted to a small smile. “I’ll have to check my schedule, Mr. Russo.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back, wagging his finger at you with an amused smirk of his own. “I missed hearing you say that, pretty lady.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You nodded and sipped your drink.

You spent a little while longer drinking with Billy, catching up and teasing each other playfully. It was almost enough for you to forget what you had been asked earlier that night, to involve yourself in Frank’s latest crusade that he likely expected to cover on his own. Finding Frank would’ve been easy enough if you had a general direction to go in, but where could be? Would he be going after Micro or would he be taunting Micro to go after him again?

If this guy was as much a spook as Karen’s been led to believe, it wouldn’t be easy to draw him out. But knowing Frank, he would find a way to pull him out of his hidey-hole. Which meant you could follow your own leads tonight and potentially meet him, or you could worry about it tomorrow and waste a night with an old fling.

Billy was tempting… And Frank would be fine for one more night, wherever he was.

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Eighth Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

It's gone midnight when you snuggled down into Frank's bed, or Frankie as you'd now nicknamed him. It grated on him whenever you said it but deep down you suspected he actually quite liked it.

It wasn't long until there was a light tap at the door and a whisper.

"Are you decent?"

You giggled as you heard a second voice.

"Just go in Frankie, maybe we'll get a peek."

"Shut up Billy!"

Your laugh turned into a snort as you replied.

"For goddess' sake, just come in!"

The door creaked open and Frank moved in quietly, still trying not to disturb you. Billy was more blatant, strolling in like he was on a catwalk. He went to drop his grey sweatpants but a sharp reminder to keep them on came from Frank. Billy had rolled his eyes and positioned himself against your front, moving down until his head was resting on your chest. He let out a sigh and fidgeted a little as you started to run your fingers through his hair.

You felt the heat of Frank against your back as he got comfortable beside you. He through an arm over you both and placed a kiss to the back of your head.

"You OK Bill?"

A sigh came from your cleavage as he replied, his voice a little muffled by your chest.

"Yeah, I'm OK Alpha."

In the months that you'd know Frank and Billy you'd rarely heard Billy call Frank by his presentation. He must have been feeling vulnerable. Frank learned over you a little and placed his hand over yours as you stroked Billy's hair.

"You want her to help you sleep?" Frank asked.

Billy looked up at you both, his deep brown eyes sprinkled with tears and nodded before putting his head back into your chest. You glanced at Frank who gave further permission with a nod and you started the sleeping spell over him.

Frank whispered a thank you into your ear as he settled back down beside you.

You'd never intended to spend Christmas with Frank and his pack. You'd just wanted to drop off some gifts for the little ones, along with something for Jess' morning sickness, before heading to an Airbnb at a random town, Brook something. But they'd asked you to stay and Billy had given you his best puppy eyes, whilst roping in the little ones to convince you.

You agreed to one night but then screams had ripped through the house. Billy was struggling Frank told you. The nightmares of war and the battlefield increasing. The sad look on Frank's face and the worry across the pack led you to stay.

You weren't going home for Christmas. You were quiet happy snuggled between the alpha and beta, surrounded by their warmth and Billy's now content snores.

You weren't going home for Christmas and you really didn't care.

#steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers #avengers au #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #platonic frank castle x reader #platonic billy russo x reader

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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*Y/N on speakerphone with Frank and Matt*

Matt: Thanks, Y/N

Y/N: You, my fine, furry friends, are welcome

Y/N: *hangs up*

Frank: Remind me to have her drug tested later

#source: criminal minds #daredevil incorrect quotes #the punisher incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #mcu #mcu x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #the punisher #the punisher x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x reader platonic #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader platonic

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ellieslittleburrow · 1 month

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Masterlist 🌹🌹🌹

Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.

enjoyyyy 💕🌸

4am Masterlist

Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!

Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away 🖤🖤

Supernatural :

One shots :

Sam and dean :

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)

Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)

Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)

Distant(Sam x sister reader)

The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)

Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)

I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)

Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)

Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)

Dean realizes his sister’s lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)

Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)

I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)

Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)

Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)

psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)

Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)

Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)

Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)

The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader)

Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

The little secret (Castiel x reader)

I promised i’d keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)

Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)

Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Texts 📱 :

Sam and Dean :

Are you sure you’re feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)

Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)

I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

Blackmail Part 2

Hannibal :

Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)

Poor behaviour Pt2

It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)

Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

Peaky Blinders :

Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)

Sherlock Holmes :

His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)

His ward. PT2, choice 1

His ward. PT2, choice 2

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

Big Sky :

Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Elvis :

I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

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martyrmurdock · 2 years

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄

♡ note: hi, this is inspired by that one quote where it goes “if you're raised with an angry man in your house, / there will always be an angry man in your house. / you will find him even when he is not there.” this fic isn’t directly related to the quote, but i hope u enjoy :]

♡ pairing: foggy nelson, frank castle, karen page, matt murdock & gn reader

♡ word count: 3k

♡ tags: angst; hurt/comfort; au where frank, matt, foggy, karen, and reader are in a friend group; platonic relationships / friendships; arguments; yelling; reader does not do well with people yelling at all; reader has an adverse reaction to frank and matt arguing and feels really bad about it; matt calls reader sweetheart

Frank and Matt are arguing. Again. Normally, these occasions aren’t too bad. Normally, it’s just a disagreement they partake in or a bit of banter. The duo are much friendlier now- perhaps, even friends, although neither one would ever say so. They’re each too prideful for that.

The pair frequently rib into each other and trade barbs- it’s simply how their dynamic works-, but today, it’s different. Today is a day like before. Before when there was only pure dislike and unfettered animosity between them, and they’d exchange blows that aimed to bruise instead of words that aimed to rile up the other.

They’ve gotten into their fair share of arguments, but those squabbles always ended before they could get too ugly. Either Foggy, Karen, or you would deescalate the situation by redirecting the conversation towards a different topic or Matt and Frank would stop talking mid-argument and leave, taking time to cool off before returning back to the group gathering with a more level head.

It’s never been this bad.

Truthfully, you don’t even know how it got to this point, ignorant to what sparked this particular argument. All you know is that the situation has gotten wildly out of hand, escalating so quickly before your very eyes that you can hardly wrap your head around what’s currently happening.

Standing toe-to-toe in the middle of Matt’s living room, Matt and Frank look like they’re seconds away from engaging in an all out brawl.

“Back off, Red,” Frank says in a low, dangerous tone that sends a shiver down your spine and makes the hairs on your arm stand on end. You’ve never heard Frank sound like this before, his tone so dark and threatening, and you know that the man standing before you know is the man that strikes fear into the heart of others as the Punisher.

Off to the side of the main room of Matt’s apartment, you stand between Karen and Foggy as you all fruitlessly attempt to get Matt and Frank to knock it off. Unconsciously, you scoot closer to Foggy, instinctively seeking the comfort of your dear friend. The blond notices the subtle movement out of the corner of his eyes and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You alright?” He whispers into your ear, without looking at you. His blue eyes stay trained on Matt and Frank, unwilling to allow his gaze to stray for even a moment- unsure of what may happen if he does so.

You take a deep breath in, trying to calm the racing of your heart before shakily exhaling out. “I’m alright, Fog,” you lie. You are definitely not alright, but you don’t wish to weigh down your friend with your silly worries, especially not when there are more pressing matters at hand like stopping your other friends from physically tearing into each other. “I just don’t like seeing them argue,” you admit, which is true. You hate watching two of the people you love most in this world spew such hateful words at each other. It hurts.

“Me neither,” Foggy sighs, sounding impossibly tired for a brief moment. For some reason, it makes you feel guilty. You’re not the only one who dislikes when Matt and Frank fight (you know for a fact that neither Foggy or Karen enjoy their verbal collisions), but you feel like you take it harder than them, and that idea makes you feel bad.

Foggy squeezes your shoulder before letting his hand drop back down to rest by his side, and you find it easier to breathe, even if it’s just ever so slight.

The sound of Matt raising his voice startles you from your thoughts. Your breath hitches and your chest tightens uncomfortably when Frank’s voice rises to match Matt’s in volume.

You don’t who it is that begins to all out shout- whether it’s Matt or Frank-, but it doesn’t matter. The drastic change in volume makes you instinctively flinch. Hard. The action goes unnoticed by the two yelling (they’re much too engrossed in their verbal clashing to pay you any mind), but not by the two by your side. They exchange glances, looking at you in between them before looking at each other. They don’t need words to communicate what they’re thinking.

Your head swims- the loud angry voices of your loved ones amplified in the depths of your mind. You’re so lost in thought that you jump in place when Karen places a careful hand on your arm to garner your attention. Her expression softens when she sees how you react.

“Hey, do you want to hang somewhere else while Foggy and I sort this out?” Karen quietly asks, barely audible over Matt and Frank’s overlapping voices. Karen’s voice is gentle and kind and completely unlike the sharp and scathing tones of your friends, who are locked in their heated stand off just a few feet away. With the hand clasped around your arm, she rubs small comforting circles into your skin.

You want to deny her suggestion, to assure her that you’re okay, but when you open your mouth to respond to Karen, the words get stuck in your throat. How frustrating. You close your mouth, pressing your lips tightly together, and roughly swallow- trying to dislodge them. You’re ready to lie to Karen, even if the assurance will taste acrid on your tongue, but a roaring yell- louder than anything you’ve heard so far- makes you change your mind.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be on the roof,” you stutter out. If you could think more clearly, you’d feel embarrassed for tripping over your words, but all you could think about in this moment was getting as far as you could from the yelling.

Karen gives you the most comforting smile she can muster, but it’s strained around the edges. “I’ll go up and get you when this is dealt with,” she promises. Before you can leave, flee as far as you can from the scene, Karen squeezes your arm and gives you a look. “If you need me for any reason, call me.”

Despite your current state, the corner of your lips curls up into something that almost resembles a smile. You’re thankful to have a friend like Karen in your life. “I will, Kare,” you place your hand over the one she has on your arm, “Promise.”

Satisfied with your reply, Karen releases her easy grip on you, allowing you to book it towards Matt’s front door. As soon as you’re out the door, out of the apartment, you immediately make your way to the staircase that leads to the rooftop.

A sense of urgency overcomes you as if something truly terrible will happen if you don’t make it to the roof in time, even if there is no time limit, no countdown. The arguing, the senseless yelling, has jumbled your thoughts, leaving you feel discombobulated. You cannot shake off your irrationality, cannot even see that you are being irrational. You increase your stride, skipping over every other step as you run up them as fast as you can without tripping over your feet and falling flat on your face.

"Why is this so damn heavy?” you mumble to yourself once you make it to the top of the staircase, grunting as you push your shoulder against the rooftop access door. You push and push and stumble, nearly falling over when the door suddenly flings open beneath your weight. You’re quick to stabilize yourself on your feet, almost tripping over nothing when when the door loudly slams behind you, effectively startling you.

On shaky legs, you speed walk over to the edge of the roof, curling your hands around the concrete barrier meant to prevent one from falling off the building and tumbling down to meet their untimely end. Loose gravel digs into your palm, biting into the skin as you tighten your grip. It hurts, but the pain is minimal. So minimal, in fact that you could easily ignore it, but instead, you focus on it. The slight pain forces you into the moment, grounding you into the present. Just like how the brisk air on your face is cold, stealing your body’s warmth the longer you stand out in the open, but it still feels good because you can feel it.

You take a few deep breaths- inhaling in, holding your breath, and exhaling out before repeating the cycle. You do it over and over again until your brain feels less foggy, and you can actually think relatively clearly.

A tsunami tide of shame and embarrassment crashes over you as you think about how you reacted to Matt and Frank arguing. It was stupid of you to get so worked up over it. Utterly unreasonable of you. You may not like it when people raise their voices and shout, but you’re not sure there’s anybody who does like it. You didn’t have to run off like a scared little kid just because Matt and Frank raised their voices. You weren’t even on the receiving end of their yelling for crying out loud. Your reaction speaks volumes of how truly pathetic you are.

The sound of the door to the rooftop swinging open immediately makes you tense up, jolting you from your downward spiral of self-pity. You turn your head and look over your shoulder, expecting to see Karen, who’s presumably come to get you, but to your surprise, you see Matt and Frank.

The tension in your body doesn’t dissipate as it normally would when you're greeted with the sight of two of your dearest friends. Instead, you go even more rigid, your body wound up even tighter than before as the pair come closer to you. You can still recall the sound of them of screaming, how rough and venomous their voices sounded as they spat vitriol at each other. The memory bounces around in your mind like a pinball machine.

Frank’s dark eyes stay trained on you, scanning your face and body as he observes your facial expression and body language. One glance at you is all it takes for him to stop in his footsteps, digging the heels of his black combat boots into the dusty ground, and hold out an arm to prevent Matt from approaching you any further.

Matt opens his mouth- ready to protest-, but when Frank whispers for him to listen in that gruff tone of his, the brunet presses his lips together and inclines his head towards you, listening to the roaring of your pulse and the swift beating of your heart in your chest. Matt holds his hands up, palms facing you as if he’s placating a cornered animal.

“Sweetheart,” Matt softly says, his tone completely different than it was when he was arguing with Frank, “Is it okay for us to come closer?”

You turn your body around, away from the concrete ledge, to face them. Your lips part to reply, but nothing comes out as you hesitate.

“You can say no.” Your eyes dart from Matt’s face to Frank’s. His previously hard expression softens when your eyes meet his. “It’s alright if you want us to stay over here.”

“No, it’s okay.” You shake your head. “You can…you can come closer,” you say, but the words are unsteady on your tongue, coming out as clumsy, as if you’re unsure of them.

A furrow forms between Matt’s brows, but he chooses to listen to you, taking slow steps towards you. Frank follows his lead, broadcasting his movements so as to not startle you in any way. They both stop a good few feet away from you, not keen on pushing your limits.

“Where are Foggy and Karen?” you ask after a lapse of awkward silence falls over you three.

“They’re inside the apartment,” Matt quickly answers. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. “Do you want them here?” The instead tacked on the end of that question goes unsaid but you can still hear it.

“No,” you rush out, making Frank raise a brow at you. You heat up under his gaze and avert your eyes away from duo to look out at the skyline. Looking out at the cityscape is safe. You can’t embarrass yourself that way. You clear your throat. “No, it’s alright.”

You may be shaken up from what happened earlier, but you’re not afraid of the men standing in front of you. The shouting frightened you, yes, you’ll admit it, but not them. Never them. You know that neither Frank nor Matt would ever hurt you. You want to make sure that they know you know that.

The familiar sound of your name rolling off of Frank’s tongue reaches your ears. “Would you look at me for a moment?”

You peel your eyes from the dreary but comforting view from Matt’s corner of Hell’s Kitchen and shift your gaze onto Frank’s face. His expression is tight. Below his set of dark brows, which are slightly pinched together, his eyes are narrowed at you in a way that makes you feel small. The corners of his lips dip downward, marking his face with a frown.

Frank stares at you, analyzing you like you’re a specimen beneath a microscope. You release the breath you were unknowingly withholding when the hard edges of his face smoothens out, the tight set of his jaw disappearing.

“‘M sorry,” Frank says, gruff but earnest. Your eyes widen at the sudden apology falling from Frank’s lips. “For uh for scaring you like that. Red and I got so caught up in our shit that we didn’t realize we were making you feel bad.”

“You didn’t scare me,” you blurt out, panicky. Frank gives you a skeptical look, clearly not believing you. Meanwhile, Matt’s brows rise up to his hairline, shocked that your heartbeat indicates you’re telling the truth. “The yelling freaked me out, but you guys specifically didn’t scare me,” you clarify, “I could never be afraid of you guys. It could have been anyone yelling, I would have reacted in the same way,” you ramble, clenching and unclenching your hands into fists to release your nervous energy.

“Then, we’re sorry for yelling, sweetheart,” Matt gently says, kindly cutting you off in the midst of your anxious babbling. “Frank and I are adults. We should have handled our,” Matt pauses, searching for the right term to describe their verbal (almost physical) altercation, “disagreement in a more mature manner.”

“I’m sorry too.” You rub the back of your neck when both Matt and Frank turn their head toward you, matching expressions of confusion on their faces. “I’m sorry for freaking out like that. It was dumb of me to get all worked up just because you guys raised your voices,” you let your head drop as you laugh. The sound is hollow and full of self-deprecation. “It was stupid of me,” you bitterly say, staring holes into the ground.

“Don’t say that.” The firmness of Frank’s voice makes you jerk your head up. His eyes are hard, but not unkind when you meet his unwavering gaze. “Wasn’t stupid or dumb of you to react like that, so don’t say it was.”

The harshness of his tone makes you shrink slightly, even if you know that Frank isn’t upset with you.

“What Frank is trying to say,” Matt turns his head towards Frank, brows furrowed in blatant displeasure at the man’s less-than-gentle tone. “Is that you have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. You shouldn’t feel bad for reacting in a completely valid way.”

“Okay,” you say in a small voice. You don’t quite believe Frank and Matt, but you don’t want to argue with them. You’ve had more than enough of arguing for today.

“Okay,” Matt repeats, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. He knows you don’t believe them, but he won’t push the matter. Not right now. Maybe later, at a more appropriate time, Matt will talk to you about it, but you don’t need him pressing you about it right now.

“Do you want to go back down to the apartment now” He angles his head towards the door on the roof that connects to his apartment, questioning. “Or stay up on the roof?”

Your eyes drift from Matt and Frank to the city’s skyline. The day has passed you by, quicker than you realized, because the sun is setting beneath the horizon already, washing the sky in a melody of red and orange hues.

You turn to press your front against the concrete barrier and stare out at the horizon.

“Can we stay out here? Just for a little while longer,” you quietly ask, your words tinged with a plea as if Frank or Matt would deny your request.

“Course, we can.” Frank takes a slow step towards you, closely watching you for any indication that you’re uncomfortable with the decrease in distance between you. When he finds nothing, he takes a few more steps until he’s by your side. Matt trails after Frank, taking his place on the other side of you.

Both of them are close enough that you can feel the body heat radiating off of them, but far enough away to not crowd or overwhelm you. It makes you smile, how considerate of you they are. You’re lucky to have friends like them in your life.

Gently, you lean to the side to brush your upper arm against Matt’s before doing the same to Frank. I forgive you, the action silently says.

Matt shifts slightly until he is so near to you that his arm is flush against yours. Warmth emanates from his body, making you sigh in contentment. On the other side of you, Frank shuffles, moving closer to you as well. His shoulder gently knocks into you, prompting you to lean against him. Thank you, they soundlessly reply, we are undeserving of your forgiveness.

You sag against Frank, your body going lax as you let your head fall and rest against his shoulder. Your knuckles brush against Matt’s, the touch feathery-light before he gently slips his hand into yours. The tension in your frame finally unravels like a spool of loose thread, and you feel like you can breathe properly now that you’re comfortably sandwiched between two of the most important people in your life.

#matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #daredevil x reader #karen page x reader #foggy nelson x reader #matt murdock x platonic reader #frank castle x platonic reader #matt murdock x gn reader #frank castle x gn reader #daredevil x platonic reader #karen page x platonic reader #martyr writes #saint.matthew murdock #saint.frank castle #saint.karen page #saint.foggy nelson

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 7

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Matt Murdock from Marvel's Daredevil Bottom Gif: Will Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | Female

Characters mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU) Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (Breifly, ST) Jim Hopper (ST)

A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(

Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈

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So you introduced Steve to the group

He was terrified to meet Matt

And stuck his hand out introducing himself

"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."

Oh s h i t

Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands

"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."

"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.

"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."

Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.

You introduce him to everyone else as well

He fears Karen.

Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.

Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.

You guys like your weapons

Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service

totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff

That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max

props to them for keeping silent too

Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani

"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.

He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."

Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."

Not peter gagging in the background

"Oh yeah parker?"

"Yeah- Lets go!"

"Alright let's go!"

One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"

"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"

"Oh like hell you are!"

Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.

"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"

"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"

"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."

Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.

"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.

"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.

"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.

"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."

Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.

"Mr.Murdock-"

"Matts fine." He spoke.

"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."

"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."

Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"

"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."

Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.

"You've been in her room."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"

"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"

"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."

Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."

Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."

Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.

"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."

"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."

Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."

"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.

"Good."

Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying

But it makes sense, with how close they are

So Steve's determined to impress him.

Along with everyone else who came to visit

Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys

He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?

Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that

Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in

"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.

"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."

You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.

Except Steve pulled you outside

"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.

"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."

Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."

"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."

Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."

You could only laugh and kiss him.

Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart

But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together

You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.

Then the phone rings

And Frank stays on the phone

"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."

Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.

"What is she-"

Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.

"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.

"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"

"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.

"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"

"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.

"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.

"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"

"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."

"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.

"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."

"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.

"Y/n I swear-"

"He was even nice enough to-"

"Im throwing you in the lake."

"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"

So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.

He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.

"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.

"Nope."

"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"

So now your being thrown in the lake.

Peter goes to get you a towel

Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand

Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour

Just for him to be pulled into the lake.

"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.

"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.

"Wait for me." Karen added.

Cue heart to heart with your two dads

Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank

But deep down Frank knows you miss New York

And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart

Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.

Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends

Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake

And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you

"Dad! Dad!"

"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"

Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.

You manage to jump on his back hugging him.

"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.

"Means I can do this-"

"No! No! No!"

It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.

It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.

Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.

Will was alot more open to you

He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course

You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like

And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween

Not no witch either or black cat

Actual "nerd" coustumes

"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.

"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"

"Mike?"

"Yeah, you know them?"

"There my friends!" He cheered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."

"Have you ever played D&D?"

"No. What is it?"

"Duegons and Dragons?"

"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.

You're offically Will's best friend

Well Female Older Teen Best Friend

We all know you cant replace Mike

So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros

You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.

He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself

Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin

Joyce is glad he gets along with you

Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people

He told you they call him Zombie boy

You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh

"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"

He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are

You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it

You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there

So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced

He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds

So he was happy another nerd was joining the party

Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision

Whatever that means

But its a small town

So here comes Cheif Hopper

"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.

"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.

So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up

But it didnt work much as you know

Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse

Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake

Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car

"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."

Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness

On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags

You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.

He beat you in street fighter 3-1.

Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy

Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways

You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends

After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail

Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you

You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister

What could go wrong?

Well. Alot actually

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pinkladiesrise · 2 years

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Ok ok hear me out

As someone who didnt realise they were AuDHD til their late 20s and is just now coming to understand how life changing loop earplugs/ noise cancelling headphones or sunglasses can be for over stimulating situations and tye importance of decompressing and how all the assorted consequences of over stimulation arent just shit I have to put up with...

Matt Murdock

Horrifically overstimulated Matt Murdock

With an autistic friend who knows everything about DD

Who buys him the pressure swing hammock thing. And headphones. And fidgits? And teaches him sensory overload things and *sighs*

Like I know being cut off completely when he already cant see, and is at risk cause of his extra curricular activities, and needs the high alert senses and maybe its a bad idea, blah blah but...

Imagine just being like 'sit here, heres my hand, put these on- the 1st time you'll probably cry, its all good and I'll let go of your hand/ tap you if you need to come back down to earth' and changing his life

Cause youre more likely to survive being in the ocean if youre not already exhaused and you know how to swim, rather than trying to learn after being dropped out there, just fucking rest Matt

Just imagine being his giving him a safe space 😍😍

Just me? Also if you write fanfic feel free to steal some/ all/ any, if its on here or ao3 I'm gonna find it 🤣❤

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Child!Reader doesn't like Elektra, so they gets Dad!Matt to go out with Karen, Foggy or Frank. Whichever you choose!

This ask not only made me feral but also single-handedly ripped me out of writers block.

Thank you for your req!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or The Punisher**

Pairing: Frank Castle x Murdock!Son!reader/Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Genre: fluff/family

Summary: go to ask

Tw: nothing to see here. Just some good old family fluff

Heart Felt Comments

“Why are you going on a date with her.” You groaned to your dad.

Matt was loosening his tie.

“It’s not a date, Jr. Elektra and I are just going for some beers and then I’ll come home. There is no romance between us.” He explained.

“Maybe not romance but definitely sex—“ your father cut you off.

“Definitely nothing like that! I’m not interested in her.” he sighed in exasperation.

“I don’t like that old hag. She’s mean and spells trouble for everyone around her!”

“Be kind. You never know if she’s listening in.” He chuckles.

He was joking. He—he had to be, right?

Whatever. Elektra didn’t scare you. She was just some lady with two tiny pitchforks. You could fight her any day.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Frank will be here in about 15 minutes. Don’t burn the apartment down in that time. Got it, Hell-raiser?”

An idea planted itself in you. Frank and dad should go on a date. They are much better for each other. You could set them up. Yes, yes. This will be perfect. Your devious little mind pondered.

“I said, ‘got it, Hell-raiser?’” He snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Got it, dad. Frank. Here. 15 minutes. Don’t destroy anything.” You recapped.

“Yup. Ok I’m off. Behave for Frank.” He shut the door behind him.

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The 15 minutes couldn’t have gone by slower. Especially considering you were checking the microwave clock every 30 seconds.

Finally, you heard the knock of the one and only Punisher. You ran over and threw open the door.

“Are you in love with my dad!?” You didn’t mean to yell but you did anyway.

Frank’s expression switched from surprise to shock to confusion all in a matter of seconds.

“The hell are you talkin’ about, Kid?” He asked.

“You always do favors for him even though you don’t owe him anything and you always stare at his ass—“

“Enough, Kid! Quiet! Jesus Christ…” Frank shook his head.

“So do you?” You stepped out of the doorway to let him in.

“Where’s all this comin’ from suddenly?” He walked into the small apartment.

“Dad’s going on a date with this lady who looks like she’s from The Real House Wives of New Jersey.” You told him.

“Yeah, bet she does.” Frank agreed sarcastically.

“So that’s why you have to go on a date with him instead.”

“I think you’re logical reasonin’ is a lil’ stunted, Kid.” The Punisher retorted.

“So you’re telling me you don’t wanna go on a date with dad? Not even a little bit?” You pushed.

Frank was silent. He was silent for a while.

“Ain’t got nothin’ he wants.” Frank was trying to cover the sadness in his voice, you could tell.

“He likes your muscles and you’re hot accent. I overheard him telling Foggy once.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“He thinks it’s hot?”

“So that’s why you should go on a date with him! He’s like—the world’s most eligible bachelor! And you’re like…I dunno. But you both like each other.”

Frank sighed. He was a weak man.

“Fine I’ll do it.”

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Matt was difficult to surprise. His enhanced senses made sure if it. When he walked within five feet of his complex and heard two calm heartbeats coming from his apartment, he expected one of three things to be there when he arrived.

1. His son was asleep in bed and Frank had accidentally passed out on the couch (despite Matt telling him he was allowed to)

2. Frank and his son were watching a boring movie

3. His son was listening to Frank tell some sort of story.

What he didn’t expect was to find his two very awake boys talking about their favorite Disney movies. He focused on their voices, smiling fondly.

He opened the door and heard the scratching of markers; you were drawing at the counter.

“Watchya working on there?” Matt asked.

“Nothing! Go to bed!” You yelped.

“Well I gotta release the old man of his service.” Matt chuckled.

Frank stood up and stretched.

“I’m not even that much older than you.” Frank grumbled.

Matt grinned.

“Are you staying the night? Can he dad? Pleeeeeease?” You begged and pulled on his arm.

“Jr, we don’t have another bed. And I doubt he wants to sleep on the couch. If he wants to though, I’m not against it.” Your father explained.

You gasped and ran over to Frank.

“Please Frank! We can watch Up!” You stared up at him, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Frank sighed.

“Sure, Kid. I’ll stay.”

The night went by quickly. You fell asleep halfway through the movie, so Frank put you to bed and talked to Matt some. Basic things, his vigilante work, his cases, things of normal nature.

Soon Matt turned in for the night and Frank was left alone on the couch. He thought about them—together. Was he really gunna ask Matt on a date? He couldn’t. Is it too soon since Maria?

He fell asleep thinking about you and Matt. The three of you. All together.

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Frank’s nightmares had persisted enough that he couldn’t go back to sleep. He needed to get his mind off of them.

His eyes looked to the microwave clock. 6:35 am. He could make breakfast for them, as a thanks.

Frank got to work. Simple eggs and toast should work. He wasn’t expecting Matt to have much in his fridge anyway.

He turned on the burner and set the pan on the flame. Frank sprayed a light amount of cooking oil on top of the heating surface. He took the eggs out of the fridge and set them on the counter near the stove top. Then he found the bread in a bottom cabinet and set it next to the eggs.

He grabbed a spatula and tested the heat of the pan by hovering his hand above it. He took the first egg and cracked it into the pan. It sizzled as he began moving it around on the hot surface.

“Awww eggs and toast? Careful there Frank, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Matt chuckled as he walked over the the kitchen.

He didn’t have his glasses on. Frank had seen him without them before but now it was different. It was domestic.

He snorted.

“Never said I was a good cook. Everyone knows how to make eggs.”

“I beg to differ. Jr can’t make eggs to save his life.” Matt replied. “Speak of the devil—“ He was cut off by you running into the kitchen with too much excitement for a morning.

You grabbed your dad’s arm and tugged on it till he lowered his ear to you.

“You should tell him you love him now.” You whispered.

Matt turned the color of his vigilante suit. Frank quirked an eyebrow.

“What’d he say?” Frank asked.

Matt had stood up again and rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing—just a reminder of sorts…” He replied.

You raised your eyebrows at your dad and kicked his foot. You decided to try your luck with Frank instead. You repeated your previous actions. It was Frank’s turn to blush. He just coughed and turned his attention back to the eggs.

“Ughhhhhh seriously? Come oooooonnn.” You groaned and pushed your dad towards Frank.

“Just tell each other you love each other and go on a date already!” You practically shouted.

Frank and Matt stared at each other, shocked and stuttering. Finally, Frank got an actual sentence out.

“Do—do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asked.

Matt breathed out.

“Yes. Yes, please. Yes, of course I do, Frank.” Matt smiled slightly.

You squealed in delight.

“YAY! NOW I HAVE TWO DADS!”

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annoyingnerdsposts · 2 years

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Frank Castle x Runaway reader

Holy fuck I’m back. whats up i have more shit to write and am currently re watching the Punisher because why not and yeah

IMPORTANT INFO:

The reader ran away from the mob and frank found them on the streets and was like “this anyone's kid?” and didn’t wait for a response. latter reader is scared that they are coming for the reader and there scared that they might try to hurt frank. Hes not having it.

Warnings: mob shit/mentions of dead family/ a little angst

It was New York dude. Everyone knew what the mob was. the thing is almost every New Yorker will tell you that they’ve never had an encounter with the mob. Your not every New Yorker. Wilson Fisk found you when you were a kid back on the streets. you were cold and hungry and he took advantage of you and used you to fulfil his needs.

He needed a body gaurd or some from of protection.

you did it.

He needed information?

you got it.

he wanted someone dead?

Done.

By the time you were 15 you had almost 50 dead men under your belt. All because of Fisk. That monster cheated you out of your childhood. So when Fisk was about to go to jail you left. But before you did you wanted him to know how much you hatted him by testifying agonist him in court. You left the mob bis but not the city. The bastard didn’t pay you enough for a bus ticket. and you loved the city, it’s your home. And he wasn’t going to ruin that for you. After he was in jail you were on the streets. Right back to where you started when you meet someone.

He was tall and had a marine haircut. It was Frank. One look at you and the man took pity. He keep seeing Lisa in you. Knowing she would be around your age. How can someone so young go through so much? You hadn’t showered in weeks and your hair was a mess. Your clothes smelt of body odour and you had dark raccoon like bang forming around your eyes. Yup Frank taking you home.

It took a lot of convincing thought but eventually you began to trust him. and he trusted you. It didn’t take long for him to learn who you are. after all, barley 15 and 50 murders under your belt?

This was all months ago.

Currently you were under a blanket watching the new on the TV while frank made the both of you tea. That was when you saw a face you thought you’d never see again. Fisk.

You froze and continued watching. “Today in hell’s kitchen, Wilson Fisk a notorious con artist and mob boss broke out of prison along with his 2 other partners. Police have closed all ways in and out of the city: streets, highways, along with planes being grounded to insure that he is taken into custody as soon as possible.”

You were so fixed on the TV that you didn’t notice Frank had already sat down beside you with both cups of tea in hand. Do you think he would come after you? I mean he would be pissed because you snitched but would he? would he try to hurt you? or worse. Frank? You squeezed your eyes tightly, as to get those thought out of your head but they were still there. Frank must have seen you do that and know what you were thinking. He put is arms around you shoulders and rubbed circles with his thumb on your shoulder. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

After you finished drinking you tea you left to your room and went to bed. or no. You tried to go to bed. You couldn’t sleep. Thoughts still racing in your head. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to leave now and fast. You cant have him finding you and hurting frank. You grabbed your old duffel bag and threw your clothes into it: along with some food, water bottles, and phone. You were about to finish when frank walked in.

Did he here you?

“you cant come with me” you said. you could feel the tears behind your eye burn.

“The hell I can’t, what are you doing?”

“What the hell does it look like I’m doing? Did the open drawers and duffel bag not give you enough clues?” you said angerly.

Frank looked at you in the eyes the time “you don’t need to run,I’ll keep you safe.” You don’t know why but this pissed you off.

“You don’t know Fisk like I do!! He will come for me and everyone I care about including you!” you screamed “Frank please...I’ve already lost one family, I can’t lose you too” Frank gave you a look. You forgot that he lost a family too. At this point you were crying and you couldn’t stop.” Hey” he said firmly walking up to you. He engulfed you into a hug and let you cry into his shoulder. After a minute he looked at you and said

“Hey, Hey look at me.” He was cupping your face now and forcing you to look at him. he was wiping away your tears with his thumb “Look at me. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you do you understand me. Never ever. I’ve lost so much and I sure as hell don’t plan on losing you. Got it?” He looked like he was about to cry to. He kissed the top of your head and then your forehead and stayed there hugging you. Your his kid. If Fisk or anyone else thinks of laying a hand on you. He’ll be there to protect you.

sorry if this was short its 10:30 and

im tired

im also not re reading this so there are spelling mistakes

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thelovelylolly · 1 year

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Hii, first of all congrats with ur followers, ur blog is awesome and u r so underrated! I was wondering if you could maybe do a frank castle x lil sister reader where frank after the accident with his family told her he didnt want her to have anything to do with her too "keep her safe" because we all know how he is like that. And then later on he finds out she became damn good navy pilot but got in a plane crash?

Sorry if this is too much lol ofcourse only write if you feel comfortable doing so :))

Fly Away

Summary : You brother, your best friend, pushes you way after losing his wife and kids to "keep you safe". But the next time Frank sees you, he may be too late. Warnings : you already know its angst time baby, mentions of death, mention of near-death experience, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, plane crash, platonic frank x reader! Notes : hi! thank you for the kind words and the request! i hope you enjoy it <3 (also sorry for taking so long to write and post this, ive been feeling under the weather for a few days but im feeling a bit better now!)

"You can't keep doing this, Frank! You can't keep pushing me away!"

You and Frank had been arguing with each other for at least an hour now. It had been a few months since he had lost his wife and kids, the funeral only being a week or so ago. He slowly drifted away from you in that time, trying to push you further and further away. As his only family left, you stayed by him through it all. You didn't want him to grieve by himself, you didn't want him to be alone.

"You don't understand," Frank grumbled in reply.

"I don't understand?! Tell me what I don't understand!"

"I've been fighting a war for years now and I come back to my family, to my wife, only for them to be taken away from me! I just got them back and now, they're gone! Every night, I have nightmares and now it's not just from those nights overseas. It's from that day at the park...the day I lost everything."

"But you didn't lost everything, Frank-"

"I did! I did lose everything that day! They were my everything. Maria, Lisa, and Frankie were my everything! They were my family, my life. They were the reason I fought for this country."

"So, what? A-am I nothing to you?" You asked, tears starting to sting your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of your brother, but he just brushed you off like you were nothing. Like you were by his side through everything, through thick and thin.

"You know I don't mean it like that-"

"No, I know exactly what you mean. You don't want me here, you want me to leave you alone. Since you clearly don't care about me, I guess I'll be going."

You grabbed your bag and started towards the door. You knew Frank wanted to say something, but he just wouldn't. You stopped in front of the door, looking back at him.

"Maria was my sister. Lisa and Frankie were my niece and nephew. I loved them. They were my family, too. You weren't the only person who lost family that day."

With that, you left, slamming the door behind you. Frank stood still, holding back tears until your car drove off. Then, he broke down. He sat down on the couch and sobs racked his body. He shouldn't have said those things to you. You stayed by his side through everything and all he wanted to do was push you away, to keep you safe.

Frank got want he wanted and his house had never felt lonelier.

One year. One entire year passed since Frank heard from you. He was too busy seeking revenge for his family to try to contact you and if he did, it may put you in danger. Once he discovered what had really happened that day at the park and got the justice he wanted, Frank went underground.

He thought that was it. He would live with the nightmares of war and losing his family. He would live with the regret of pushing you away.

Until he saw a news story. 'TOP NAVY PILOT NEARLY KILLED IN CRASH.'

Frank thought it was nothing, but then he read the pilot's name. Your name. Frank immediately wanted to find you, to see you and apologize. He wanted to fix things before it was too late, but no one could reach him. He wasn't Frank Castle anymore.

So, he called in a favor from Madani. She helped him the best she could. She found the hospital you were at, scheduled a visit for him with his fake name, and made sure it would be private.

The day of the visit, Frank had drove to the hospital but hesitated going in. What if you didn't want to see him? Were you even conscious? How bad were your injuries? The thought of you laying limp in a hospital bed broke his heart. Maybe it was a bad idea to come-

No, he was your brother. He was the last of your family. He was going to see you.

Frank got out of the car and walked into the hospital, keeping his head low as he approached the front desk. The sweet lady at the front desk told him where your room was and he thanked her before going through the sterile halls.

He stopped in front of your door, your name being written on a small board in dry erase marker. No one else was in the hallway, but Frank could hear the hum of nurses and machines just around the corner. He kept looking at the room number and your name, like he was unsure if it was the right room.

Finally, Frank took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He braced himself for the worst. There you were, laying in a hospital bed with wires and tubes attached to you. You were looking out the window, at the sky. When the door shut, you finally looked over.

Your soft smile faltered when you saw Frank. You could already feel tears pooling in your eyes and your bottom lip begin to quiver. It took him a whole year and a near death experience to find you, but he was here now.

"Frank," you said softly, trying to smile through your tears.

Frank smiled back and quickly crossed the room to be at your side. He pulled up a chair and took your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

"W-what are you doing here?" You asked, using your other hand to try to wipe away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.

"I'm here to see you, I...I saw what happened and I was so scared that I would lose you. I-I needed to see you before it was too late," he answered, tearing up himself.

"I was scared I wasn't going to s-see you again, Frank. I thought I was going to d-die and never get to apologize."

"Apologize? Why would you have to apologize? I was the one acting like a jerk."

"I treated you unfairly, Frank. You were grieving and I wanted to be there, but you didn't need me there all the time. I should've just left you alone-"

"No. I should've let you stayed with me, I-I was being stubborn and I wish I didn't push you away. I regret that everyday."

You took a shaky breath and squeezed Frank's hand. "I wish I found you sooner. I missed you so much, Frank."

"I missed you, too."

He leaned forward and brushed a loose piece of hair out of your face and wiped some of the stray tears away. He then sat back in his chair, his hand still in yours. "So, flying, huh?"

You laughed. "Top of my class."

Frank stayed there for hours, holding your hand and talking to you. He missed this.

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 months

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world class sinner - frank castle (masterlist)

season 2

pairings: billy russo x reader , frank castle x reader , punisher x exodus

summary: with daredevil dead, exodus returns from Quantico unsure of who she should be. fighting nightmares and deja vu, small sparks threaten to revive something saved for matt murdock before a shocking betrayal rattles New York’s two most dangerous vigilantes.

(1) - deja vu : Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

(2) if he had been with me: Further and further her humanity goes as Y/N commits herself to Frank Castle's crusade. Small moments threaten to bring her back, but how can she when there's nothing worth it... Or is there.

(3) haunted: Can’t breathe, can’t turn back. Y/N continues to walk the fragile line of her morality while finding an uneasy comfort in the presence of Billy Russo, despite being haunted by Matt Murdock’s memory. But reuniting with Frank Castle makes it little less miserable.

(4) aftermath: A quick run nearly turns disastrous when a bold move goes wrong. An attempted reconciliation between friends turns nasty, all because the aftermath of Midland Circle still lingers in Y/N’s actions.

(5) build god then we'll talk: Temporary alliances form on one side before fighting off an ambush from the other. All the while, dots are connecting for more than one player as the game grows more and more dangerous.

(6) so what now? : Limits are pushed and more secrets pile up as she continues to pretend on both sides. When they creep closer to one another, can she maintain all of her lies and save face or will she be forced to pick what relationship matters most?

(7) so it goes… : All eyes on her, a skilled illusionist. Playing the field for information gets what she needed but could threaten the relationship keeping her afloat.

(8) beautiful liar : A breaking point, new alliances, and seeds of mutual trust show Y/N who is and who isn’t on her side.

(9) bad omens: Lingering omens finally register and truths are revealed through blood, bullets, and betrayals.

(10) is it over now?: A long time coming, one fight comes to a bloody conclusion. Another lurks in the near future, and the connection between two friends and two lover is severed.

(11) sinner: It all comes down to one final night, where’s it all began. One who thinks he’s a god versus the one who once scared the Devil and the Punisher. The Devil wasn’t wrong after all to fear the evil she delivers.

(epilogue) i know it won’t work: After a couple weeks, Y/N decides to open Frank’s letter.

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lexilee15 · 5 months

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I think you'd like this story: "Marvel One shots" by _lexi_k_lee on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/355576523?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_lexi_k_lee&wp_originator=pGJ2AQ5OPB8nlRI%2B%2FdWsrL7ON1NqjpLrsXEWJOjtMequhp7wTPJKWR86dLfvbDMtu4XWGiWbYmdiaXseelgsM%2FPB9OPdws%2BlQuk0GwEfKegwBkLXRYH%2F6jpzZxnbtyBS

There are some of my one shots, I'm posting more and more when I can. If you're interested in platonic ones, do read😊

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 2 years

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance Drabble - The start of an unusual friendship

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Drabble Summary: A further look at the start of Y/N friendship with Frank and Billy. We also meet Violet the very wise empath.

This drabble fits between Part 6 and Part 7. It’s also dedicated to @animegirlgeeky. This is probably way to long for a drabble!

Frank watched as you repaired the damage to the last of the containers. He couldn’t help but be a little in awe of you as he’d watched you work. You’d given out bandages, oils and ready mixed healing potions to Billy and the others giving first aid, and the supply pulled from your bag seemed to be endless. You’d then started on the containers. Lifting one and placing it back in its right spot with one hand, whilst safely holding the others to stop them from moving with the other hand. Another female alpha, who Frank had introduced as Elektra, stood on the other end of the containers as a spotter, making sure nobody wandered into the way as you moved them. She seemed nice. A little scary but nice. She walked towards you as you’d righted the last one. “Nice work rarity” she complimented, squeezing your shoulder as she passed. She walked towards a male alpha who embraced her tightly. You spotted he was blind as he ran his hands over his mate to check on her. Your attention was pulled away as you noticed the other female alpha, who’d introduced herself as Jess, check over her mate. You sighed and looked down at your hands as they started to tremble. It’d be nice to have someone fuss over you but that opportunity had been taken away when you’d been rejected. The trembling in your hands worked its way up your arms. You’d not eaten properly over the last few weeks, but when did you ever as a roamer? You hadn’t slept much either, meaning you’d exhausted yourself. What you’d done wasn’t a big strain on your powers. It was a simple enough task. You’d shaken a house when you were seven. Moving a few containers wasn’t a big deal. But it was a strain on you, on your omega side and using your powers burnt calories and you’d had a can of Red Bull and two Twizzlers for breakfast. You heard Frank’s name being called by Elektra’s mate, as they spoke in hushed voices. “She’s exhausted herself. She needs food and a safe place to rest. She’s sleeping in her car.” Frank’s head snapped up to look at the alpha. “Are you sure?” “Either that or she’s washing her clothes in car air freshener.” You heard every word of their conversation thanks to your wolf side, along with Frank’s footsteps as he turned towards you. You put out your hand to summon your broom. You didn’t want their pity or the sad looks they’d give you when you shared your tragic back story that came with every roamer. Something they’d surely ask about if you were to stay with them. You were on your broom and in the air before Frank had even finished shouting wait. The pack watching as you flew away. You didn’t even looked back. As tempted as you were to head straight to your car or to the local bed and breakfast to check if they’d had any cancellations, you knew you needed food. If you didn’t eat within the hour you’d probably pass out. You lowered yourself towards the ground stopping in front of the 1950′s style diner. It was busy inside and out, with most tables full. You spotted a couple of seats at the counter and decided to take a chance and see if they could slot you in. You pulled a recovery potion from your bag that would buy you an hour or two. You felt eyes on you as you made your way up the steps and a quick glance around confirmed your suspicions. You noticed a couple of workers from the docks still dirty from the days events, a couple wearing your bandages, as they sat with their families at the outside tables. You noticed some of them point you out to the families and you looked away quickly. Catching sight of yourself in the glass door you spotted that the dock workers weren’t the only ones dirty. You were grimy from the docks and your hair had become curly and windswept from the sea breeze. You brushed yourself down and headed inside the diner, the door chime signalling your arrival. The loud chatter seemed to stop quickly as you entered. All eyes were on you. Again. You started to back out but were stopped by a soft voice calling out to you. “Miss? Table for 1?” You looked up as a waitress approached you. You guessed she was in her early sixties. Her white hair, due to age not wolf presentation, was set neatly and her eyes were soft and kind. “I’m Violet sweetie, can I get you somewhere to sit?” she asked. You looked around noticing the attention still on you. “Ermmm, if that’s ok? If I’m welcome?” People going silent when you entered wasn’t usual a good sign and you didn’t have the energy to fight. Before Violet had chance to answer a deep alpha voice came from behind the counter. “Are you that witch from the docks today?” the alpha asked. He seemed to be a similar age to the waitress and was dressed in a similar uniform. You weren’t really sure where this conversation was going and you didn’t have the strength to sass, so you decided to answer politely without the sassy quips back. “Yes sir.” you replied. “Then yes you’re welcome here. Sit anywhere you want, order anything you want, it’s on us.” You sighed with relief as Violet looped her arm in yours and led you towards a seat. You were stopped abruptly by a little girl in a pretty pink dress running towards you and throwing herself at your legs, wrapping her arms you. You would have stumbled if it weren’t for the waitress’s grip on your arm. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” “Oh hello, little one,” you replied softly as you loosened her grip on you and knelt down “what are you thanking me for?” “For saving my daddy!” she took your face in her little hands and kissed you sloppily on the cheek, before wrapping her hands around your neck tightly. You felt a lump form in your throat and tears form in your eyes as you hugged her back. You couldn’t even say when you’d last been hugged, especially by a pup. Her parents made their way towards you, rushing out apologies. Her father explaining that once he’d mentioned a witch had helped today, the little girl had squealed with delight, asking if she could meet you. Ten minutes later you’d walked into the diner. They apologised again as they pulled her away, much to her protest. Violet helped you to a seat at the counter. You noticed she seated you so you could see the exits and most the people in the restaurant. You looked at her as she passed you a menu. She placed her finger tips across your wrist and squeezed as she looked at you knowingly. It was then you realised. Violet was an Empath. She knew you needed help when you walked in. Her looping arms with you not just a friendly gesture, it was to keep you upright. She could pick up on how weak you were. “Cherry coke, a strawberry shake and a glass of iced water?” Violet asked. She didn’t need to of course, you both knew the answer. “Please.” you replied with a weary smile. She smiled softly in return and you were left to your thoughts...............for all of a few seconds when a little hand pulled at your sleeve. You looked down as a little boy with bright red hair and blue eyes practically threw a drawing at you and ran away. It was a stick figure witch, wearing a cape, a black cat at her side, holding shipping containers over her head, with a squiggly ‘thank you’ over the top. You smiled and looked over to the table he had ran to and mouthed thank you to him and his family. The mother and father both sporting a few cuts and grazes nodded their heads at you. You’re attention was brought back to Violet as she placed your drinks in front of you from the other side of the counter. “So, you see anything you’d like?” She asked. You looked at her puzzled and her reply was to tap on the menu she’d put in front of you. “Oh ermmmm” Violet ran her fingers over your wrist again as she read you. “How about.......hmmmmm, fried chicken, a side of fries, maybe some mash potatoes, green beans and some corn, oh no, not corn, a side of coleslaw.” Damn. She was good. “Please” you simply replied. You could barely string a sentence together. If it wasn’t for the potion you’d knocked back like a shot of tequila, you’d have been asleep. You watched as she glanced around the restaurant and leaned in closer to you. “You, little miss, need to take better care of yourself. It’s all well and good stepping up to help but you need to be able to take care of yourself afterwards. Especially if you’re on your own.” You nodded and looked down at where she ran her fingers over your wrist. Affection. It had been a while since you’d had any. She smiled softly again as your eyes met. “I’ll just put your order in and then why don’t we talk a little?” You nodded and she slipped away. You watched her headed towards the kitchen. Clearing tables as she went. She returned quickly and perched on the stool to the left of you. “So how long have you been roaming sweetie?” she asked, her eyes widening at your response of 8 years. Female roamers, weren’t overly common, mostly because of how unsafe it was. Female roamers were usually alphas and if they were omegas there’d be a couple travelling together. Safety in numbers and all that. If they were alone it was because their safety came in other forms. For you it was being a white wolf and witch combined. For another omega roamer you’d met, it came from the fact she was raised in a military family and could load a gun quicker than a sneeze. “Must get lonely.” Violet had continued. “It’s not too bad” you responded “I’m used to it now, I check in with my old pack once a month, made a few friends in the shelters and I’ve just been asked to part of the Roamer Panel so I’ve met a few people from that.” “I heard about that in the news, they’re looking at giving you more protection right?” You nodded as you sipped the water and spotted Violet had lined them up in the order you’d drink them. You smiled knowingly at her. “Not everyone knows” she told you. She didn’t need to explain you knew exactly what she was referring to. “Obviously those that have been here a while do, some just think I’m a really good waitress.” You both laughed. “Years of those Hydra scumbags using our kind and yours made people suspicious of us.” You nodded in agreement. The shout of orders being ready pulled her away from you. Your mind wandered over the last eight years. Violet was right it had been lonely but with Hydra mostly gone, along with the Roamer Act being brought in and boarder controls easing it was getting easier. People were less suspicious, although not 100% welcoming and alphas like Frank Castle, well they apparently still thought roaming witches only did favours for cash and that still stung a little. Violet returned with your food and an instruction to eat it all. The mountain of food and sides was the most food you’d seen in years. In fact the last time you’d ate this well was probably two Halloweens ago when a rich family had paid you what could only be described as an obscene amount of money to be their token witch and rarity. You’d felt almost dirty when they’d asked you but at the time you’re car was about to fall to pieces, the heating in it didn’t work, you were headed to winter and your suppressants were about to run out. You’d told yourself it wasn’t the same as doing favours. This was a job with a contract, accommodation and an NDA to sign, it was fine, although you didn’t go back when they asked you to return the following year. Violet returned to you in between waiting tables and giving instructions to the other waitresses, checking that you were eating and discussing the government changes and how the fall of Hydra meant that roamers could move around more. She asked where you were staying and when you responded “nowhere” she frowned at you, squeezed your wrist against and walked away, returning quickly with a slice of apple pie and a banana split sundae. You were sure you were full but you’re sweet tooth got the better of you and you soon had your spoon in hand. You tucked in and felt yourself growing tired as you yawned between mouthfuls. It wasn’t long until you really struggled to keep your eyes open. You decided to call the bed and breakfast and see if they had any vacancies, pulling out your phone as you glanced around the diner. It was less busy and a lot of the families had left. When the bed and breakfast answered you were told again that they were full. You rested your elbow on the counter and leaned your head onto your hand as you thought about your options. You could head out of town and look for somewhere to stay but you felt so full and tired you thought you might fall asleep as you drove. You’d never forgive yourself if you caused an accident. It would have to be the back of the car again. You’d spotted a couple of safe spots to park and although you were weak, a low level protection spell would keep the weirdos out. Yeah, you thought to yourself, that’s what you’d do................in a minute or two..........when your food had settled...... “Omega, omega” a deep voice spoke near you. “Careful Frank, she’s strong. If you startle her you’ll be through that window before you’ve blinked.” “I know Violet, I saw her move shipping containers today I don’t doubt how strong she is.” “Sweetie, wake up. Frank here has a room you can use for the night.” You wondered who they were talking to and why it was dark. Wait, is it dark. No, my eyes are closed. Why? Why are they closed. Oh food coma. Wait what? You heard faint movement and a hand against your pulse point as another softly brushed your hair off your face. You realised it was Violet and she softly spoke your name. “Y/N” Why was she stroking your hair and waking you up. Shit. You’d fell asleep. You sat up quickly and you felt a few of those around you jump. Violet never faulted and looked at softly as she cupped your cheek. “Hey sleepy head, Alpha Frank has a bed you can use for night?” “What? Sorry, I mean pardon?” you asked, as you looked at her through blurry eyes. She nodded over your shoulder. “Frank, he has a room you can use.” You spun round on the stool to see Frank standing close to you. The beta, Billy, further back, learning against a table his arms crossed. The rest of the diner empty. “What do you say princess?” the beta said, “want to come stay with me and Frankie?” Frank huffed at the pet name, knowing Billy had only done it to piss him off. As he looked back at you your eyes were wide. “Oh erm, no, no thank you. I’ll be fine.” you replied quickly, “I’m so sorry for falling asleep Violet.” “Oh don’t worry honey.” You went to pull out some money and Violet shook her head at you. You tried to give her a tip and she squeezed your wrist and shook her head again. The alpha behind the counter, who you now knew was Violet’s mate, also shook his head and told you it was on the house. The locals had left enough cash to cover your meals for a week. He also made a point of telling you you’d be safe with Frank and Billy. “Honestly, I’m fine, I’ll find somewhere.” Violet, who could apparently already read you like a damn book, gave you a stern look. “Sweetie, you still need rest.” “Honestly, I’m fine, sorry, I’ll ermmm, I’ll go. Thanks for the offer Alpha Frank but I’m good.” You went to stand and quickly found that your legs disagreed. You weren’t good. Violet the ever knowing empath was right. You were headed for the floor but before you had chance to use your powers to right yourself, you were caught and pulled into a firm and warm chest. “So you’re good? Because those legs of yours don’t seem to agree.” You looked up at Frank, your face full of indecision and worry. He released one of his arms from around your waist and cupped your face. “I promise you’ll be safe with me. I’m not the kind of man that picks up random omegas. I came looking for you in the library that day as I thought you were my second chance. I’m a widower. My mate was killed by Hydra rogues.” he paused as he pulled his shirt at the collar so you could see his faded bonding mark. “I won’t lay a finger on you. Billy, I’ll warn you, he has a wandering eye and his hands are the same but he won’t touch you with out my permission.” A huff from Billy pulled your attention to him as you peered around Frank. You smiled at him as you watched him pout. You’d never seen such a big beta pout before. “Stop pouting Billy, and don’t tell me your not because I know you are.” You laughed softly into Frank’s chest, stopping as you felt his breath against your ear. “You’ll be safe with us. You have my word.” You leaned back a little from Frank’s embrace and looked him in the eyes as you mustered some powers to read him. It was a big deal to make a promise, give your word to a witch. Frank knew you would want to read him, what you were doing and looked straight back at you, nodding his head to grant you permission. The response was immediate. You could trust him. He was telling the truth. You nodded at Frank. “I’m not sure my legs will carry me though.” “That’s okay little witch, I’ve got you.” He pushed your hands up so they were around his neck and lifted you bridal style, as you struggled to keep in a chirp. The exhausted omega in you enjoying being manhandled by a prime alpha. Violet passed Billy your jacket and bag before he followed closely behind you both. And that night was the start of your unusually close friendship with Alpha Frank Castle and Beta Billy Russo.

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