#don’t know why i look like a haunted orphan but oh kay

[kylejsugarman]

it’s already messy because i went thru the car wash and two blocks of rain but im finally blonde again :>

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Seeing Ghosts? - Frank Castle x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: This is for @sgtbxckybxrnes​ Fall Writing Challenge! I had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 2.4K

Notes/Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of drinking, kissing, anxiety, aggression, fluff.

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 For the love of all things. Y/N knew from the moment she started getting ready that tonight was going to be a disaster and now what was supposed to be a girls night was turning into a “Let’s see how many of us can find guys to go home with” night.

  Y/N rolled her eyes and sipped on what was left of her one and only drink. No way was she getting tipsy and ending up on a walk of shame tomorrow. No, after things ended with Sean there was no way she was going to rush into anything else for a while. The last thing she wanted to deal with was another guy. 

 Which was also why the fact that this girl’s night was less about the girls and more about guys ticked her off. 

 “Oh my gosh.” Raychel stood up at their table. “You know what we should do?”

 The table waited for her to answer herself. 

 “Go ghost hunting!”

 There was a mix of responses from the group of eight. 

 Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

 Raychel tilted her head and smirked. “Why not?”

 “Because ghosts aren’t real and it is a colossal waste of money.” She downed the last of her drink. “You guys do what you want but I’m going to call it a night.” She stood from her seat only to be pulled back down.

 “Um, no.” Jessa sassed. “You’re coming. Last thing you need is to go home and sulk. You need to find a guy and what’s the most guy-ish thing to do on a night like tonight? Ghost hunting.”

 “And that’s exactly why I’m not going.” She replied. This crisp and gloomy fall night was perfect for getting into something spooky and that’s why she refused. No way was she willingly going to get herself into trouble.

 Jessa shook her head. “You’re going. I’m buying and you aren’t going to complain.” She gave Y/N a look that didn’t leave room for arguing. 

 Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed.

 At her submission the rest of the girls cheered.

******

 An hour later and the group was standing in the lobby of Ghouls and Haunts Tours waiting for their tour to begin. 

 “Alright,” Began the tour guide. He was a rather round man with a fisherman’s vest on. It was loaded with all kinds of gadgets and blinking lights. He was the kind of man Y/N expected to believe in ghosts. “So, since we usually do large groups we are going to have all of you join together since each of your individual parties isn’t large enough to book a solo tour. So, get comfy people.”

 Everyone in the room looked around. Some offered small smiles and some were clearly annoyed. There was a group of four who were on a double date as they were wholly attached to their respective partners, and a group of maybe ten guys who Y/N guessed where a bachelor party and, of course, Y/N’s group of friends.

 It came as no surprise that her friends were blatantly eyeing up the boys. Jessa nudged Y/N in the ribs and raised her eyebrows in the direction of a man who seemed to be just as miserable and annoyed as Y/N was. 

 “He’s perfect for you,” She chuckled. “Maybe you two can be mopey and sulky together.”

 Y/N rolled her eyes. “No, thank you.”

 ******

 The tour started just as stupid as Y/N thought it would. The guide, Toby, told everyone the history of the abandoned button factory and of all the “odd goings on” that happened on a nightly basis and how everyone should keep an eye out for any moving objects. Y/N was convinced it was all rigged.

 Another few minutes and Toby was bound and determined to cram the whole group of twenty-two people into a small room where, apparently, two orphan kids were kept and chained to a small table as they were forced to work until they died three years later.

 “Pack it in people! The more of you who are in here the angrier these kids get and I’d hate to rob you of the opportunity to see them.”

 When Y/N stood with crossed arms and pursed lips outside the door, Toby lifted a brow. “Don’t you wanna see this?”

 She shook her head, “I’m good, Thanks.”

  Toby rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t wander off, kay?”

 “Sure thing.” She huffed a laugh. 

 Toby closed the door behind him and Y/N could hear through the walls as he started his dramatic story telling.

 When a movement caught the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed the man that Jessa had pointed out to her earlier. He was smoking and leaning on his side with his shoulder against a cement pillar.

 They made eye contact and he nodded politely before taking one final drag, flicking the bud to the floor and stepping on it to put it out. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his well-worn black hoodie and walked over to her.

 “Too scary for you?” He asked, clearly feeling like he had to say something to avoid an awkward silence as they both waited for the tour to continue.

 Y/N was slightly offended. “Um, no.”

 He chuckled. “Sorry. I was just curious.” His crooked smile was actually gorgeous.

 “Are you? Why are you out here? And don’t pretend that it was for a smoke.” She pressed. If he was gonna be nosy, so was she.

 He smiled and nodded. “I mean it’s a pretty good excuse. Gives me a break from a lot of stuff I don’t wanna do. But no, I’m out here ‘cause I can’t listen to that guy anymore. Twenty minutes is plenty enough.”

 It was Y/N’s turn to smile. “Yeah, he’s a real piece of work.”

 “I’m Frank, by the way.” He didn’t extend a hand but turned to face her fully.

 “Y/N.”

 “Nice to meet you.” He nodded. “So, what brought you out here? I couldn’t help but notice, in the lobby, you looked like you were forced to come.”

 “So did you.” She countered.

 He sighed. “That’s fair. Yeah, a buddy of mine is getting married and this was what his best man picked as part of the bachelor weekend. So, no choice.”

 “Ah, well, I’m in a similar boat. My friends wanted a girl’s night and one too many cosmos later, here we are.” She gestured to the empty factory.

 “One of them getting married?”

 “Nope. Actually, they are all single and looking to go home with someone. So they picked the most guy-ish thing they could think of. And low and behold we got grouped with a bachelor party.” She laughed and he chuckled too.

 “What luck.” He sniffed and ran his hand over his short, dark, beard.

 “For them, maybe.” She shrugged.

 Frank inhaled to ask another question when the door flew open and a couple of people ran out of the room. 

 The door had slammed so hard against the wall that, instinctively Frank grabbed Y/N and shielded her from whatever he thought was going to happen next. When he remembered the tour he let go of her shoulders immediately. “I’m sorry.” He said obviously embarrassed.

 Y/N nodded, she had been startled by the sudden movement herself but then, when she realized there was no threat, she smirked up at him. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

 He backed up from her as the rest of the group poured out. “Ha. Ha.” He rolled his eyes with a grin. “I was just-”

 “You were just...Uh-huh, sure.” She grinned.

 The group was full of mixed emotions, some were laughing and others looked genuinely frightened. One girl was crying, it was Raychel. Serves her right for picking this stupid place, Y/N thought. 

Jessa was rubbing her shoulders and trying to calm her down.

 When Y/N looked for Frank he was back with his group but was watching Y/N. She smiled at him and then turned to follow the tour.

***** 

Up a questionable staircase and onto the second floor the group was once again escorted into another room to probably be told another embellished story of someone who had died doing something.

 And once again, Y/n and Frank held back- much to the protest of their respective friends. 

 “What did you mean earlier when you said it was lucky for them that my group was here?” Frank asked as he sat on some old boxes.

 Y/N shrugged. “I meant that they are looking for some single guys and that’s, generally, what you get with a bachelor party, so…” 

 He leaned his head back, understanding. “So, they are going to be trying to hook up with my friends.”

 “Unfortunately, yeah.”

 “Anyone my boys should steer clear of?” He smiled and leaned his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together.

 Y/n thought about it. “Not really, but Sarah is one hundred percent on the hunt for husband material and she gets clingy, real fast, so maybe watch out for her. But other than that, there are no crazies to speak of.”

 He nodded. “And you? Are you on the husband hunt?”

 Y/n snorted and laughed, which made Frank smile even bigger. “No. Definitely not. No, I just got out of a really bad relationship a few months ago so, I’m trying to stay away from guys for a while.”

 He hummed and his smile dropped ever so slightly. “What happened?”

 Y/N took a deep breath. She didn’t even know this guy and yet, she wanted to tell him everything. Maybe just a brief overview of the traumatic split. “Uh...three years together and I guess he got bored. He proposed and then three weeks later said he wanted to break things off. Turns out he’d “fallen in love” with someone else. Actually, I’m pretty sure, now, that he’d been cheating on me pretty much the whole time.”

 Frank frowned. “So why’d you stay? Why’d you say yes?”

 “Because at the time I had no idea he was cheating. I only found out when he broke things off. He implied that he’d been seeing other girls so…” Y/N swallowed hard, embarrassed.

 “Well, you got no judgement from me so, don’t look so ashamed.” 

 When Y/N looked up at Frank she could see just how sincere he was being. She nodded. Another tour group headed towards them and the stairs. Y/N glanced their way and her eyes widened as she gasped.

 Frank jerked and followed her gaze. “What?”

 “That’s him,” Y/N swore. “That’s Sean, my ex!” She whispered and began to fidget. “What do I do?!”

 Frank looked from the group to Y/N. He didn’t know which one was Sean but he knew that Y/N was in need of a save.

 Frank grabbed her face and pulled her lips to his.

 Y/N gasped through her nose but quickly seized the opportunity to not look panicked in front of Sean and she’d be lying if she said this wasn’t a darn good opportunity.

 Frank’s hand tangled in the hair at the base of her neck as his other wrapped around her to rest on her back and pull her even closer. He felt Y/N relax into him and he kissed her more. He pulled back a little and peppered her lips with quick soft kisses before he rested his forehead on hers. Both of them sat there, just breathing in the cold fall air.

 “Y/N?” A voice called as it came closer.

 Frank felt her stiffen and looked up to see her looking at him. “You got this.” He whispered.

 She gave the slightest of nods before she looked up as she wiped her mouth from where Frank had claimed it.

 “Sean.” She said flatly. 

 Sean smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He crossed his arms as he eyed frank quickly. “Hey, who’s your friend?”

 Frank stood up quickly and all but grimaced down at Sean, who he was taller than. “Frank Castle. Who are you?” He crossed his arms.

 “I- I’m Sean Galloway,” He seemed confused. He looked to Y/N who hadn’t gotten up and was very much not thrilled to be having this conversation. He looked back to Frank. “She hasn’t mentioned me?”

 “No, why? You some one I should know about?” Frank turned slightly and held out his hand. Y/N took it and stood up beside him. Frank wrapped an arm around her, sticking his hand in the back pocket of her jeans.

 “Well, Y/N and I...We - Uh.”

 “We what Sean?” Y/N waited for him to actually say it.

 “I guess,” Sean’s head ticked to the side and he sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I guess it was nothin’.”

 Y/N nodded. “That sounds about right.”

  Sean shook his head in disbelief. “You’re really gonna pretend we didn’t date, that we weren’t engaged?” He was clearly getting agitated.

 “Listen, Pal, you better get goin’ ‘cause you’re makin’ my girl real uncomfortable and I don’t like the tone you’re taking with her.”

 “Your girl? What is this the fifty’s?” Sean chuckled. “You two goin’ to the sock-hop later? Gonna share a milkshake, too?”

 Frank let go of Y/N and stepped up to Sean. “I’m gonna say this one last time.” His voice was low and all threat. “Get lost.”

 Sean swallowed and nodded. “See you ‘round, Y/N.” He spoke softly and defeated.

 “No, you won’t.” Y/N and Frank said in unison.

 They stood quietly until Sean disappeared. When he was out of sight, Y/N sighed and sank back down to the boxes they’d been sitting on. She leaned over with her head in her hands.

 Frank sat beside her and put a hand on her back. “You okay?”

 “I believe in ghosts, now.” She muttered to the floor.

 Frank huffed a soft laugh. “Do you?”

 “I’m pretty sure I just died so, yeah.”

 Frank pushed her shoulder back so she’d sit up and look at him. “Seriously, you good?”

 She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” After a moment, she added. “Thank you for that. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t...kissed me like that.” She blushed.

 “I didn’t go too far with the whole...pocket thing, did I?” He wondered.

 She shook her head. “No, no. It’s fine but I appreciate you asking.”

 He nodded. “I swear I was this close to punching the life out of him.” He scoffed. 

 “You wouldn’t be the first.” She smirked.

 He raised his eyebrows and leaned back slightly in surprise. “Have you punched him before?”

 Y/N looked at him proudly. “Yes, I have.”

 Frank cursed and chuckled. “Good for you.” He looked at her hard. Was he falling for her?

 Y/N laughed. “Seriously, thanks for helping me.”

 Frank smirked. Yes. Yes he was. “Hey, I’m happy to help, anytime you need me.”

 “How’s next weekend sound?” She chuckled as she scooted closer to him. “My parents are trying to set me up with their dentist’s son.” She leaned in closer.

 “I’m free next weekend.” He smiled and leaned in and pecked her lips. “And this Monday,” another kiss,  “And Tuesday,” Another kiss, a little longer this time.

 “How about Wednesday?” Y/N smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

 He hummed, “Mmhmm,” as he kissed her deeper. 

 *   *   *   *

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Clipped Wings

Summary: Yancy tends to know more than he lets on, which is why the heroes have some questions for him.

A/N: Happy Visitation Day Everyone! Yancy still didn’t want to leave.

Silver touched down just outside the security gates of “Happy Trails Penitentiary”. Jackie zipping in to stand beside him in the same second.

The black and white themed superhero let out a long sigh, “Honestly, it amazes me that more of these guys aren’t in prison.”

“Real question is why it took so long fer us ta find out about him,” Jackie questioned. “Shouldn’t Dark have broken him out ages ago?”

“Yeah, that’s been bothering me all night,” Silver walked up.

The two heroes walked up to the front gate.

“I.D,” the woman at the heavily secured booth ordered.

“Are you kidding me?” Silver asked.

“We live in a town of shapeshifters and illusionists,” she reminded, “ID.”

Jackie nodded, “Fair, how can do this without showing our identity where Dark can get them?”

It took a considerable amount of time, and Abe vouching for their identities in person, and by that time, Silver was certain that Dark had to know they were at the penitentiary. But they walked in the staff lobby to meet the Warden.

“Greeting gentlemen, I am Warden Murder Slaughter,” the Warden smiled.

Silver and Jackie both glared at the name, immediately suspicious but that was an investigation for another day. “Now you two are here for an inmate? I can assure you my prisoners are well-behaved and we haven’t had any problems in this prison for decades.”

“Right, we’re here to speak with a Mr. Yancy Times,” Silver asked. “He knows information that we need for an investigation.”

The Warden smiled, leaning in a bit, “Might I ask which investigation that is?”

“Not a lot ta talk ‘bout,” Jackie confessed. “But Yancy’s got information on a series a cases we’re tryin’ ta solve. That he can give us info on a suspect.”

The Warden smiled, looking between the two of them before he began to walk away, “Come with me. I’ll have our Yancy brought to a questioning room.”

A guard led them into a room with a couple tables and chairs. The room was empty but Jackie could see areas where people had recently been. “Hey, this guy’s creepy right?” Jackieboy asked.

“Oh yeah, but we need to talk to this Yancy kid, and hope it goes somewhere,” Silver answered.

The two heroes sat down at a table and about five minutes passed before the Warden walked back in, “Well, here he is boys.”

Behind the Warden was a younger man with greased back black hair, and tattoos all over his arms and knuckles. He gave a small, non-committal wave. The Warden slapped Yancy on the shoulder, “We’ll be watching, have fun.”

“Course, Warden,” Yancy answered before sticking his hands under his arms and walking over to sit down.

The three of them were left with a single guard watching them. They sat in silence for a little bit.

“So,” Jackie began, “Yer Yanc, huh?”

Yancy frowned, his head slightly cocking to the side as he glared at them, mouth forming a thin line. “Whatever happened, I’s gots two life sentences an’ I’m not goin’ anywheres.”

“We wanted to talk about Dark,” Silver corrected. 

Yancy froze, his mouth tensing twice, “Well he works outta couple weird warehouses an’ lives in’a freaky haunted house.”

“Is that place actually haunted?” Jackie asked.

Yancy let out a little huff and a smile, then he shrugged, “Prolly, I mean have youse really seen the guy?”

“Several times,” Silver reminded. “We know you used to work for him, it’s how you wound up in trouble, he possessed you didn’t he?”

Yancy let out a laugh, “Me, possessed by him? Nah, youse got it the other way around. I’s did that, it was all me. An’ I ain’t givin’ the Ol’ Man credit fer it.”

“We think one of the other kids that Dark grabbed killed people like you killed people,” Silver told him.

Yancy leaned back, “Look, news flash if youse guys are reopenin’ missin’ cold cases, last I heard the guy was dead as a doorstop. Don’t know how but I wasn’t exactly surprised, he made more enemies than anyone’s I know.”

“This killer is alive an’ kicking,” Jack warned. “Dark is usin’ him ta kill people like he used you ta kill people.”

“Look, it’s sweet that youse guys wants ta make me feel better,” Yancy spat, clearly getting increasingly angry. “But I was the one who chose ta kill two completely inn’acent, that’s why I’m in here an’ not out there wit’ the rest of youse!”

“Kay, okay,” Silver cut in, trying to calm Yancy down. “You say you did it, you did it.”

“I did,” Yancy spat.

“Okay,” Silver agreed, “but people are still dying. It’s not you, because like you’ve said you were here, but there’s still someone out there. All I have to ask is this: how many kids did Ed give Dark. We know he did, he gave you to him. How many kids did Ed give him.”

Yancy scoffed, looking at the guard, looking at his knuckles for a little while, “Five.”

“Just five?” Silver asked.

Yancy nodded, “Yeah, not that that tellin’ youse anythin’ cause on’a ‘em dead and another went missing since I’ve seen them.”

“Ye know where the bodies went?” Jack asked.

Yancy let out something half-between disbelief and a nervous chuckle. “Bodies? Word ta the wise, give up. Youse guys ain’t findin’ no bodies, ain’t nobody ta find anymores.”

“There must be someone,” Jack reminded. “Even the most successful serial killers mess up.”

Yancy rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well Dark only wanted Eddy ta grab orphans an’ I guess he messed up too.” The prisoner gestured to himself. He thought or a couple seconds, scratching his chin. “Look, I’s don’t know where the bodies went, but . . .”

He stopped, “Wait, ta clear the air, we talkin’ bout Artie or someone else?”

“No,” Silver jumped in before Jack could. “We’re looking for someone who’s killing co-ed’s and the bodies are never found. The guy you’re talking about, we know he’d dead.”

“Yeah, no surprise,” Yancy scoffed, he tapped the table and looked back at the camera.

“Worried about the Warden?” Jack asked.

“Nah,” Yancy smiled. “But the Warden’s not the only one watching me. I bet my left foot that both Google and Anti have their hands in the system. The order of the place tends to get him to show up.”

Yancy leaned in whispering, “Look, if I’s tells youse guys about this, youse have ta leave.”

Silver and Jackieboy looked at each other and nodded.

“If it’s not Artie, then it’s Bim,” Yancy whispered. “I don’t know where the bodies go, Artie an’ Bim learned ta kill from Wil, but Dark actually taught ‘em how ta hide the bodies, they would make a whole weekend of it. Youse two ain’t gonna find the bodies in town.”

“I knew it,” Jackieboy’s hand tightened into a fist.

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t go expecting me ta sing in court, I’s ain’t leavin’ my family here,” Yancy said louder, leaning back.

“We could protect you,” Silver promised. “He won’t hurt you.”

Yancy stood up, holding his hands up, “Forget about it, I’s leave, an’ he wins.”

“Who?” Jack asked.

“Who else,” Yancy scoffed, squaring his shoulders. “Now if youse will ‘cuse me, fellas, I got’s ta make myself scarce fer a couple hours.”

“What do you mean?” Silver asked.

Yancy smiled and backed up to the long-haired security guard standing by the door. “Hey, buddy, how’s it goin’?”

“Yancy, the hell you want?” The security barked angrily.

The inmate gave a wry half smile, then punched him across the face.

“Hey! Hey!” Silver flew over and pulled Yancy off who started humming and Silver froze as if something held him spellbound. His arms dropped Yancy as the prisoner began snapping his fingers rhythmically.

“Stop him!” The guard shouted and tackled Yancy to the ground, forcing his head to the ground. “If this punk start’s singing he hypnotizes people”

“Is he kept around other prisoners?” Jackie asked,concerned. Yancy was clearly wincing in pain, but beneath it there was a hint of a smile.

“We use him to keep the other prisoners in line,” the guard said.

“What the Sam Hell is going on in here?” The Warden stormed in through the doors, glaring at everyone.

Yancy stopped smiling.

“This punk walked over and started punching me, then he tried to thrall the superheroes,” the guard accused.

“Really?” The Warden glared at Yancy. “Take him to solitary, I’ll have words with him in a minute.”

“E’pect my uncle to come by,” Yancy grimaced as he was hauled up. “Bunch ‘a loose lips around here.”

“I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you, or I’ll ship you back to that demon, Heaven knows he complains enough,” the Warden threatened.

Yancy’s mouth became a flat line and to both Silver and Jackie’s amazement, Yancy didn’t say anything. The guard pulled him away.

The Warden watched him go, “I blame that cotton candy psycho for teaching him such poor manners.”

“Isn’t this a prison,” Jackie asked. “Don’t people want’a leave?”

The Warden just smiled, “You’ll find that here in Happy Trails Penitentiary, we believe in rehabilitation and keeping the truly dangerous separated from society until they can reintegrate with society.”

Jackieboy Man clapped his hands and brought his hands to his mouth.

“What?” Silver asked, in surprise and a little bit of confusion.

“Well we got what we need, an’ we’ll get outta yer business,” Jackie interrupted.

“For the best,” the Warden smiled. “A guard will see you out.”

“Right, let’s go Silv’ come on,” Jackie smiled and zipped out with Silver before another guard could show up.

“What was that for?” Silver asked, the two of them a safe distance from the penitentiary.

“Look, thanks ta Marv, I’ve dealt with a lot’a cults, an’ that in there is a fookin’ cult,” Jackie spat, pointing back in the direction of the prison. Both of the heroes were too heated with their conversation to notice the cameras in an alleyway shudder and snap in their direction, the lens turning green.

“Kay, so what do we do? Shouldn’t we go back in there?” Silver motioned back.

“We’ll talk ta Morality and the others, I don’t like the whole mess,” Jack said. “See yah back at the base, I think Marv was out looking for more spells, gonna talk to him.”

“Right, see you around,” Silver said as Jack raced off. The monochromatic superhero flew off, the camera watching him go before shaking and returning to normal, Anti slipping out to follow the direction that Jack had run off towards.