#sorry for tagging a wip please dont. shoot me

[itsbrucey]

Also apologies to the Glenn fuckers bc I am still drawing him in a Bunny suit but I just beat the shit out of art block and I'm touching him up + got the zest for this Taylor wip again

The brain is in Close/Foster/Swift mode

[snickerdoodlles]

WIP game

i was tagged by @doyou000me and @the-cookie-of-doom to do this, so let's gooo. please send in asks, i love these games, but i will also be answering these during breaks as i catch up on work, so it might take me a bit to respond (but i will respond to all of them!)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

*as i said, i'm doing this as i catch up on work and so i will be breaking both rules myself, but for whoever else i tag that wants them! 😂 i will also be breaking the third unofficial rule because i have more WIPs than just kinnporsche, but. idk. i might put a few at the end, but some require a lot of context to explain and meh

ANYWAYS:

idiots & idioms (series): --[pot stirring] (vegas youtube) --[worms???] (series finale)

talk shit, get hit (series): --porsche coda --kimchay joongle --[king's knight]

fake omegaverse

heart burdened

Insatiable (*cw: incest)

Single Star Review

The Lives of Mr. Gold (*gone fishing fic off-shoot)

timeloop

Your Presence Surrounds

i also have more story ideas for Vampire Thrall (vampire!kim) and Hoarding for Beginners (dragon!chay). mostly horny stuff tho.

as for non-kp stuff uhh. jeff cinematic universe is like...too much to explain lol, but i have a WIP for wuju bakery (yes, the one that's STILL NOT OUT) you can ask about! i also have a lot of bad buddy stuff that's been haunting me, waiting for the right mood to strike. i dont want to list those out here, but you can ask about any incomplete fic/series from my AO3 or [grasshoppers and elephants] fic! ^^b

uhhh gonna tag some writing friends i recognize from my recent notifications. i am so sorry if i accidentally tag someone who isn't a writer here lol, but tagging: @iworshipsappho @faillen @semantics-error @moondal514 @kumeko @fawndlyvenus @lori0018 @alanblackthrone @sweet-william-writes @technicallyburninggarden @okaybutlikemakeitgay @vyther16 and anyone else who's been waiting for a tag to do this ❤

[rqwrz]

RQWRZ' AWESOME INTRO!

hi hi hello!! my name is rqwrz or clover and i use any pronouns!! :D im an aego-aroace bisexual apagender nonbinary who enjoys using the internet and drawing!

please be warned that on my account there will be flashing lights/neon colors, gore/blood, and suggestive content! i try to tag it but i have a hard time remembering things so please keep this in mind! please feel free to shoot me a message if i forgot a tag! :3 i also dont tag spoilers for anything! so...sorry if you get spoiled

i mainly use my blog to reblog other posts i like :3 dont expect me to post much because i have like. nothing interesting to say! xd you probably shouldnt follow me for a specific fandom eitherrr.....

im in a lot of fandoms that are considered weird, cringe, or childish and constantly fixate from one media to another! i try to be active on here! i enjoy playing minecraft, roblox, or fortnite and like to watch a variety of shows like fionna and cake, the walking dead, invader zim, ect ect!

i should say quickly that if you ship/condone/indulge in incest or pedophilia i ask that you dont interact with me... thankkksss ^_^ (though this is obvious i fear..)

otherwise feel free to send me a message or ask and please enjoy my little corner of tumblr! :3

LINKS!!

[WIP] TAG MASTERLIST!! -> ♥♥♥

ART ACCOUNT!! -> ♥♥♥

TOYHOUSE!! -> ♥♥♥

last edited: 9/4/24!

[firaknight]

There’s a lot happening here and the cat ears made it worse jejxinenxkwn /j

[honkytonk-hangman]

SNEAK PEEK – TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS

40s!Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: The last time you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the war was still ongoing and you'd been in a floundering engagement. Back then you'd seen the possibility for more in his eyes, and now? Well, now you could explore it.

Notes: hello comrades, its me, el presidente of the Jake Seresin Professional Baby Girl Club :) vibes wise, this is partially based on the potato movie and a little bit of what we've seen in trailers for Devotion. Mostly because sweetcheeks looks so good in both. I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek, please send an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged when it comes out!!! <3

Reader has a nickname– Duckie, but its just so that it's easier to write dialogue lol pls dont b mad uwu thank u to @ussgallifrey @natrace @bvckysmoon for being very devious and sending me lots of pictures of mr handsome when i should be finishing my other wips <3 love u all never change <3

Words: 1.8k

UPDATE: FULL FIC AVAILABLE HERE!

1946

You can’t help but let out a laugh as you’re guided through the busy dance hall, barely missing a waiter with a large tray of drinks as you go. You try to call back an apology, but the hand wrapped around your wrist is already dragging you away, weaving in and out of the crowds of dancers and party-goers.

You’d almost forgotten what the atmosphere in a place like this could be like, exuberant and daring, and now that the war was officially over, lacking in any sort of melancholy.

Bea, your well meaning, but a little over-excited friend, finally seems to be slowing down, though she has one last surprise in stall for you, using your momentum to swing you around to her side with a strength such a small woman certainly shouldn’t possess.

“There she is!” a male voice, deep and pleasant, greets from somewhere in front of you, and you give your head a quick shake, attempting to get your bearings now.

“Sorry we’re late, sugar! Had a lipstick emergency!” Bea says only half truthfully, stepping away from your side momentarily to allow a handsome moustachioed man to lean down and kiss her cheek.

You can’t help but smile at the sweet display. Bea had been telling you all about Bradley Bradshaw for weeks now, and if even half of what she’d told you was true, you already liked him immensely for treating your friend so well.

“And this must be the famous Duckie I’ve heard all about,” honey coloured eyes swivel away from Bea and land on you, making you remember yourself.

“It’s so good to meet you at last, Lieutenant Bradshaw!” you shake his offered hand warmly.

“Please just call me Bradley– or Rooster!” he gently corrects you, before he hums, and shoots Bea a suspicious look.

“Do you think she’s adding us birds to some sort of collection?” he asks conspiratorially, the question making you laugh genuinely at the absurdity.

Bea huffs, shakes her head, and smacks his arm, trying her best to fight off the grin on her lips.

“All I’ll say Rooster, is that you’d best treat her right, or she will hunt you for sport,” you lean in and reply, receiving your own smack for your trouble. Rooster’s face turns bright and he laughs, pulling Bea near with his arm around her.

“I can believe that, yes ma’am,” they look at each other with barely concealed adoration, and it makes your heart clench a little in your chest. You’re quickly distracted though, with the sudden and rowdy approach of six other people, all dressed to the nines like everyone else around you. Rooster seems unfazed by their appearance, though he tears his eyes away from Bea to glance around at the now much larger group you were in.

“Fellas, you all know Bea already, and this is Bea’s friend, Duckie,” he easily introduces you to the six newcomers, all men except for a tall, beautiful brunette woman who looked like she could eat every single one of them for breakfast. A flurry of handshakes and names are exchanged, and you’re surprised by just how quickly you feel totally absorbed by the group of Naval Aviators, like you’d known them all for years and were just catching up again.

“I’m spotting a free table, north west!” the man who held the youngest looking features of the group, Fanboy you believe he’d introduced himself as, pipes up, pointing over everyone's heads to the large round table that was currently being cleaned up. Before you can even process it, the entire group is migrating casually toward the table, Rooster catching the arm of the waiter before he leaves, putting a round in, you assume.

You find yourself next to Bob, who sends you an adorably awkward little grin as he pulls out your chair for you, and you thank him sincerely. Despite the gentlemanly gesture, the moment you’re comfortable, he’s taking his own seat, and once more totally absorbed by the woman you’d learn was named Phoenix, or Nat. You hadn’t noticed it earlier, too distracted by all the new faces, and their excitable personalities, but Bob was clearly, utterly enamoured by Phoenix, and it looked like the feeling was returned, if perhaps a little less socially awkward.

“Hey, Javy, where’s Hangman?” Bea is sat a few places down from you, her hand wrapped through Rooster’s arm. A man on the opposite side of the table waves his hand over his shoulder.

“He’s coming, probably caught his reflection in a glass,” Javy snorts.

“I wanted to introduce him to Ducky!” Bea pouts, and her words make you frown.

“Pardon?” you say pointedly, leaning around Bob and Phoenix to look at Bea with a frown. Rooster seems to be matching your expression, and he cocks his head at his partner.

“Ducky is far too nice for him,” Rooster says, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really mean it.

“Oh come off it, Ducks, you could do with meeting someone new!” Bea rolls her eyes, but her voice is imploring.

Your frown deepens just a little bit, but you aren’t too angry. It wasn’t as if she’d tricked you into a double date or anything. There were plenty of other seemingly solo people around that you’re sure any awkwardness could easily be avoided if you managed to stick by Bob and Phoenix.

“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to help you there, Honey Bea,” A smooth male voice purrs from behind you, and you almost jump at the hand that comes to rest on the back of your chair. You turn quickly in no small amount of surprise at the person apparently so close behind you, but any further thought is cut off when your eyes land on the handsome face smirking coquettishly down at you.

You’re so surprised, you gasp daintily, moving to stand so that you can greet the familiar man properly.

“Lieutenant Seresin!” you welcome him excitedly, gratefully accepting the hand he offers to help you to your feet.

“Jake,” he corrects, and you feel foolish for laughing.

“Jake!” you repeat warmly.

“You two already know each other?” Bea sounds put out, but intrigued, and you tear your gaze away from Jake for a few moments to focus on her.

“Oh Ducky and I are good ol’ friends,” Jake tells her, and you cock your head at him with a small shake, but look back at your friend.

“We met in Paris, during the war,” you explain to her, opening your mouth to continue on that he had been a friend of your fiance’s, but you stop yourself.

“My favourite nurse,” Jake adds, and brings your hand that you realise he’s still holding to his lips. Your chest flutters, but you’re distracted from the butterflies by the odd look on his face, paired with the brief flicker of his eyes down to your hand.

“Where is the old man, then?” Jake tilts his head at you, and then quickly around at the crowded club, and you suck in a breath, realising now what he’d been confused by.

You take your left hand back from him with only a small amount of effort, and smooth down your frock primly. Suddenly his closeness was nerve wracking.

“Probably with his new wife, I haven’t exactly been keeping up,” you scold yourself for the sass and bitterness. Jake’s head whips back to face you, and for several moments he stares down at you, before a tiny crease pulls between his brows, and his lips purse.

“I never liked him, anyway,” Jake says the words, and you know it’s supposed to be a joke, but his taut expression and humourless voice say otherwise. You look down at your skirt and shrug.

“Well, it’s probably for the best,” you shake off any residual foul mood, and straighten, letting your lips curl back into a smile.

“It’s so good to see you again,” you say happily, and Jake’s face softens. He takes back your hand, and kisses it once more.

“I imagine,” he bounces an eyebrow at you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“You’re supposed to say ‘you too’!” you grumble with no conviction, as Jake rounds your seat, only releasing your hand when he has to, to help you back into your chair, before he takes the empty space beside you. He simply shrugs, before his eyes flick past you to Rooster and Bea.

“Sorry to ruin your setup,” he doesn’t sound very sorry at all, though you doubt Bea was feeling too upset right now, with the way she was looking between you and Jake with glee in her eyes.

“Hey, wasn’t my plan. I think she’s too good for you,” Rooster chortles, catching the fist Bea attempts to sock him with, and kisses it instead.

Jake cuts his gaze down at you, and leans in so only you’ll hear him.

“How long have you been in San Diego?” he asks, and you’re forced to lean away so you can look up at him without your faces being much too near.

“Six months now. I met Bea on the boat coming home from London, she convinced me not to go back to New York after… everything.” you tell him equally as quietly, but realising what a stroke of luck it was that you had just so happened to run into one another here, when you so easily could have never seen him again.

“I’m glad.” he says, pinning you in place with an almost curious stare, but you figure he was just taking in your face for the first time in two years. Part of you wishes you hadn’t moved back, but if you’d remained in place and simply turned your head, you’re almost certain your lips might’ve been close enough to touch when you spoke.

The thought makes your face boil, and you avert your gaze, and reach for the glass of water that had been poured for you earlier.

“Oh, Duckie,” Jake hums in an almost sing-song, leaning away from you at last, and once again speaking at a normal volume. You turn to look at him with a questioning frown, but he only continues to watch you in amusement, cheshire grin pulling at his lips.

“My little sitting Duckie,” he continues, smile only continuing to grow. You shake your head at him good-naturedly, but can’t help but feel there's some truth in his teasing.

You know you should probably feel more trepidation, but the only thing that you feel pumping through your veins is the exhilarating thrill at the thought of Jake calling you ‘his’ anything.

The way he was looking at you felt positively predatory, and under his blistering stare, you really were a sitting duck.

[forevamark]

Preview: Looking for Attention (l.jn)

I’M BACK! What it do cookie boos ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

ATTENTION: FULL LENGTH FIC IS NOW LIVE! CLICK LINK TO READ IT BELOW :)

(If that dont work lol im sorry but its the latest post on my blog lmao)

looking for attention (l.jn) 

After a couple months of hiatus, I finally found the inspiration to finish all these drafts of fics I have in my WIP folder... sorry for the wait, I want quality out here.

Here’s a delulu scene that I have had rotting in my brain the past couple of months starring no other than the man of the hour: Lee Jeno. I started fully flesh out writing this fic at around 11:45pm and its currently 6:25am and I’m still not done with it LOL shooting for 10k words with this to make it worth while to read! Enjoy this teaser/preview, after my beta readers do a read through and make edits, I’ll post the full length fic hopefully tomorrow! <3

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy hard head,  substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty, possessive jeno, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism

Warnings: teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral fem reader and male receiving, masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, (probably more knowing me... I’ve been brewing on this one for a WHILE)

Word Count: final product: ~10k, teaser: 640 

** I haven’t proof read this yet, and this may not make the final cut, please be aware of that !

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

 Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your study materials for your upcoming exam, mentioning that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to being savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, 

“I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and made your way to his kitchen to grab some water and place your stuff on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic. 

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever met. 

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

[kentaurex]

first pass wip of one of the polyship week things that ill probably never finish because guess whos’s a public enemy of the illuminati and has more sad out of state things to do all of a sudent thats right this bitch

the post was something something au where you dont dream until you turn 18 and then ur first dream is abt ur soulmates ill ofc link it when its all done but im

also also i am fairly certain this entire finished thing will be getting a Grapihc Depictions of Violence tag and im also fairly certain its entirely because of this first bit

ann/gun/pau; as if you even needed to ask me :”)

supposed to be under a readmore, mobile readers im so srry yall

(not to self nail dow whether u want third or second person)

His first dream is a nightmare.

It’s dark, and it’s cold, and he’s dying. He doesn’t know how he knows he’s dying, but he – or at least, the person he is in the dream – knows it. Knows it deep in his soul. He’s dying, part by part, piece by piece. Something acid-hot is burning its way through every single <<thessaurus: part>> of his body.

He can almost taste the blood.

Standing above him is a figure. His soulmate, he supposes. Tall, large, towering, menacing. A figure cloaked in shadows, somehow. A misty, hard-edged soft-edges outline of layers. Not a person. Yes, a person. Further in the background, too, is another figure, though their presence he more senses than sees. An emanating miasma of coldness.

He’s not afraid of them, perse. They are terrifying, he knows. They’re augs – though mom had been augmented, and dad more terrified of what had been done to the augmented than he ever was of a bit of chips and metal. He’s not afraid of that. They’re equipped – somehow he knows it – with heavy duty combat augs, too. Worn, polished, well-used combat augs. But that fact also fails to frighten him. A part of him is even glad. If they are his soulmates, and they are military, then certainly they’ll help him track down the people who blasted his family apart. Track them, find them, and bleed them for all they’re worth, what ever little that is.

He’s not really afraid of them, perse.

But in this, his first dream, this first dream, in this dream he’s dying on the floor. He’s being eradicated from the inside out. He’s choking on his own breath, seizing over the feeling of his own innards being torn apart as if they’d been strung out over a shredder. He’s laying on the ground in this dream, afraid of what the hell is happening to him, and these shadows, these shades, these soulmates…

They do nothing.

They don’t even move to try.

And he could handle that, maybe. The past year of his life has been a series of people staring impassively at him while he drowns in what’s been done to him. But…

In this dream, he knows with certainty he is dying.

And in this dream, in this horrible, twisted, cold, clingy, clammy nightmare, he doesn’t even ask them for help.

They won’t give it to him.

He shudders on the ground. He’s got to try, though. Right? He splits his lips open to say why, tell me, help me, please-

The laugh that emanates from him instead is both his voice, and eerily different. He laughs, dissolves into coughing, hacks up a black clot of blood and laughs again.

When he does speak, his voice is cracked, and broken, and vicious.

“I’m not sorry,” he spits, craning his neck up to stare at the looming figure. Pain shoots down his spine at the effort. “I’m not sorry,” he says, “And I’d do it all again.”

The shade raises a gun, and fires, and that’s your first dream.

First dream.

Not first nightmare.

The nightmare has been happening. The nightmare is happening. The nightmare is when you tell your court-appointed therapist about the dream the next day, and he reports it in your mental wellness assessment, and the circuit judge rules you too unstable from the accident to take care of your brother. The nightmare is when they take your brother from you and you scream, and no one does anything except stick you back in the psych ward for another week while they wait and watch. The nightmare isn’t the reoccurring dream of your maybe-so-maybe-not soulmates. The nightmare is the reoccurring dreams of the second before the autopilot in your parents car was hacked.

When you turned 18, you were supposed to be able to clearly see your soulmates in your first dream. The fact that you can’t is eventually one of the few comforts that sleep brings.

[allthereclists]

Kastle Fics

Daredevil

oh what a marvellous sight by mind_boggling 455

a small excerpt based on that moment from the new trailer.

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She didn't believe it was the end. God, she hoped it wasn't...that somehow they could come back from this.

weak knees by samssalvation 968 

karen tripping and falling into frank's arms

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She gave the small crowd a smile, her red lips parting to dazzle him with her teeth, and then the band had picked up a tune. Frank would be lying if he said he hadn’t held his breath waiting for her to start singing.

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Months since the last time she and Frank drank coffee together, Karen debates returning to the diner.

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bloodsport by PurpleLex 5,041

[ two-part tumblr prompt: "A baddie is threatening/hurting Karen in front of a tied up Frank. And he's raging?" ]

is it too late to come on home? by volchitza 9,347

Karen worries her thumb with her index fingernail, absentmindedly picking at her skin. The azure glow of her laptop screen reflects on her face in the dark of her silent office; it's too late for anybody else at the Bulletin, but Karen doesn't feel at home anywhere much these days. The Word document she has open on the screen is blinking regularly at her, as if expecting to be filled, but she has no words to describe the emptiness eating away at her from the inside, scratching at her, digging a hollow in her middle, little by little, with every aimless step she takes, every time she sits at her desk and feels further and further from the person she was before. She doesn't know how to inhabit this new paradigm of her life: a new job, a new house, without her old friends and their evenings at Josie's. A new Karen, changed, in ways she hasn't yet explored.

Try and Try Again by silbecoo 18,544 

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She's standing on his doorstep and she's asking for redemption.

He doesn't know if he has any to give.

The Punisher

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Frank and Karen grocery shopping! Or something else painfully domestic

next time by rcmsw 856

“Hey,” he hears in that voice he knows well now, that voice that is, well, something.

Frank turns to see Karen there in the doorway, standing out against the dingy walls and muted colors.

“Hey,” he responds, and feels the smile tug at his lips. He can’t help it. He’s not surprised she managed to find him here, she’s a damn good journalist after all.

Keep the Goddess on my side by Study_in_Scarlett 951

frank distracting karen from writing her article!

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The elevator scene, but with a much needed addition.

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"Where does that end?", she’d asked. Where the hell did she think?

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Frank has no one left to punish but himself.

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“I’ve had, I’ve had a hell of a week, but that, I think, might’ve been part of the worst of it.”

She clears her throat, and then again, drawing her knees in. Her eyes shine a little in the lamplight. “Yeah. I was scared too. For you.”

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Finding Home by LaMorenaReina 11,733

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In which Karen Page gets a bunch of bylines, pisses off a lot of people, tries not to fall in love with her newsmaker and fails. Spans post-Daredevil Season 2 through The Defenders to post-Punisher Season 1.

The Winter King by Yggdra 26,063

Karen Page is tired of being hurt and threatened. When Wilson Fisk threatens to claw his way back into civilisation, Frank Castle steps in to offer her a safe escape.

Breaking Free (I Feel Violent) by Will_Write_4_Coffee 29,557 

After getting blown up (twice), shot at, held hostage, and saying goodbye to the one person she felt most connected to, Karen Page needed a break... Or so Ellison told her. With Christmas right around the corner, it was shaping up to be a bleak and lonely holiday, until a familiar face shows up...

Loss like the sharp edges of a knife by fandammit 33,605

“Is she a friend?”

He shrugs, though it’s a stiff movement. He knows he should just say yes, because it’s not untrue, because it’s the easiest way to explain what Karen is to him. But it also feels wrong, because friend seems like such an easy word to hold the complicated swirl of emotion he feels when he thinks about Karen. It’s both too much and too little to describe what she is to him -- a person who has been ally and advocate and antagonist all rolled into one, whose name has been both an invocation and affliction, whose memory sets off a warning light behind his eyes and a low, steady burn of longing across his veins.

Frank Castle, after.

Now we're young enough to try to build a better life bytuntekorpp 38,963 wip

Karen said she wanted an after for Frank. Maybe she needs an after for herself too.

AU

Ink & Petals by onebatch2batch 11,261

When Karen Page's grandmother suddenly passes away and leaves her a business to run in an unfamiliar city, she realizes how lonely a place can be. That is, until she develops a crush on the handsome guy that comes into her shop fairly regularly. AU. Rated M for future chapters.

Ordinary People by edourado 13,393 

Best friends who are the Old Married Couple but fail to notice they're falling in love until is too late.

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wips

your bruises spell my name by samssalvation

after nearly two months apart, karen is certain she will never see frank again. of course, that all changes when her article crosses paths with his war.

The Shadow of Him by Bitumz

He mirrored her darkness and she reflected his past. Where Karen Page chose to go, Frank Castle would have to follow.

When I Look In The Mirror (I See Only You) byPrimarybufferpanel (ArwenLune)

The AU where Frank Castle is the cop who finds Karen moments after she has shot James Wesley, and ends up in a complicated tangle of feels, cats, and aiding and abetting a fugitive despite his best attempts to be a clean, law abiding cop

The Fall by ghoulsngunz

"I need a favor.”

A favor? Karen crossed her arms over her chest. She had to be dreaming. There was no way that after three months of silence the Punisher would be standing in her kitchen asking for a favor. “What kind of favor?”

Frank rubbed his temples. “I need you to help me find my dog.”

Collections

One Batch Per Dozen by silbecoo 

Better Natures by etirabys 

you're a shining star by Dresupi

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