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Tag Game!

I was tagged by @barnescastle, thank you!

Rules - Tag 10 people you wanna get to know better!

Favorite time of year? - I absolutely love fall. I love Halloween, and I hate hot weather so it’s the perfect mix. I also really just love October - December because everybody is excited for the holidays which means everyone’s nicer to one another!

Comfort food? - I’m Italian, so I grew up eating everything pasta. My grandfather and my dad used to always make raviolis every year at Christmas time, and I haven’t had them in a couple years since my grandfather passed, so I would definitely say any type of pasta (especially homemade raviolis) with my dads sauce is my comfort food.

Do you collect anything? - umm I don’t really think I do, I have a flag with my high school name on it and I have a bunch of pins on there so I guess I could consider that being something I collect!

Favorite drink? - bubbly sparkling water or any type of juice

Favorite song / artist? - I have quite a few but some of the bigger ones are Zach Bryan, Riley Green, and Koe Wetzel

Current favorite songs? - come back home - Sofia Carson (it’s from a movie), family line- Conan gray, with or without you - u2, high beams - Zach bryan, travelin soldier - dixie chicks (although I prefer Cody Johnson’s cover 🫢) these are just off the top of my head

Favorite fics of mine? - uhh I haven’t wrote anything in a long time, but if I had to choose off I would choose my original story on wattpad titled Colorado skies, (let me know if any of you guys want it posted on here)

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Hey all👋🏼

This is @baseballbitch116 !! This is my backup account just in case I ever lost my work / got deactivated for some reason. I more than likely won’t be on this, so until further notice, this account is on hiatus.

Thanks for the love and support on my main account! You guys make me love writing more than I already did!💗

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[jodiereedus22]

First Meal

A/N: This was requested by an anon! Hopefully you’ll know who you are when I post this!! thank you the ask! it meant the world to me! sorry this is a little late, but I hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 786

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You couldn’t even imagine what Daryl had gone through being taken prisoner by Negan and held at the Sanctuary, but you were so thankful that he made it out alive and made it back to you.

You knew that something went down in the Sanctuary just by the bruises and cuts all over his body, but he wasn’t ready to tell you yet, and that was alright.

You and Daryl had been together for quite a while now, and even to this day, he had trouble being vulnerable. But that was okay, because you knew eventually, he would open up to you, when he was ready, all you had to do was be patient, and you had all the patience and time in the world for Daryl, and he appreciated that.

But you wanted to show him that he wasn’t alone without making him feel pressured into telling you what had happened, so you planned a little surprise for him.

So, you asked him to leave the trailer for a little while whilst you set it all up.

It ended up taking a bit longer than you initially thought it would, but you were so happy with the outcome, now all that was missing – was Daryl.

You did a sweep of Hilltop until you found him in his own little world, sitting on a bench making bolts for his crossbow.

You walked up to him and without saying a word you extended your hand out to him.

Raising his eyebrows slightly in confusion, all you offered was a warm smile – a smile you never knew melted his heart.

He placed his hand in yours and let you lead him back to the trailer.

Arriving at the trailer door you stepped aside to let him open the door, as he looked over to you with curiosity in his eyes.

Daryl wasn’t a fan of surprises, but he trusted you with his life.

“It's okay,” you reassured him with a gentle hand placed on his cheek and another warming smile directed at him.

Daryl gave one of his rare smiles – although less rare with you – and he entered the trailer.

Daryl opened the door only to stop right on the threshold of the trailer.

You came behind him slowly and gently wrapped your arms around him in a loving and protective embrace.

“Is this okay?” you asked, worried that this was too much too soon.

“It’s just that, while you were there, I’m sure you didn’t get anything to eat, and I wanted to make your favourite to welcome you home and to show that I’m here when and if you need me, to show you how much I love you,” you rambled.

For Daryl, this was too much but in a good way. Never in his life had he had someone so devoted and loving towards him. And as he stared at the steaming spaghetti in front of him, candle illuminating the trailer in a soft warm glow he realised – not for the first time – but this time it really resonated with him deeply that …

“I’ll always need ya (Y/N),” Daryl revealed, turning around in your arms.

Now standing face to face, the closest you had been to one another for what felt like a lifetime and far too long – you placed a loving hand on his cheek as you gazed into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’ll always be here,” you assured him.

Without a second passing your lips met in a gentle, loving yet needy kiss.

You weren’t sure who initiated the kiss, just settled with the fact that you both naturally gravitate towards each other, and you relished it.

You sunk into his kiss taking all of him in. His touch, his smell, the love you felt emanating off him.

You drank each other’s presence up like a man dying of thirst.

The moment only ending what you heard Daryl's stomach start to grumble.

You broke away from the kiss - but still close enough that your noses touched – with a small giggle and a smile on your face.

“I think that spaghetti is calling you,” you said amused as you and Daryl made your way into the trailer, closing the door, creating a world with only you and Daryl in it, and enjoying the meal together.

Not many words were shared, but the moment was perfect. Stealing glances over the table, capturing each other’s hand, holding onto each other while you ate.

You knew Daryl would eventually tell you about his time in the Sanctuary, but for now, all you wanted to do was be with each other in the uninterrupted moment of bliss, happiness, and love, and have it last a lifetime.

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Daryl Dixon

Relationship Headcanons @messrsmoonee

Nighttime Softness @ly-canthropewrites

^ Summary: A scheduled run takes longer than Daryl would prefer, keeping him away from you.

How Much Can Ya Take? (18+) @attentionplease

Hayloft (18+) @lacontroller1991

I'll Be Delicate @archerdaryl

^ Summary: The reader shows Daryl Dixon that there's still peace to be found in this world with soft words and delicate fingers.

I See You (18+) @therantygeek

It's A Surprise @miss-authorcita

^ Summary: You get Daryl a birthday present hoping to move your friendship towards something more emotional but it seems to backfire... or does it?

Mind If I Join You? (18+) @haruhey

What Dad Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him (18+) @such-a-common-girl

The Guard Tower

Daryl's Girl

Something Worth Having (18+)

Ride Or Die Pt 4 (18+)

Keep Your Eyes On Me

I've Got Sunshine

Frozen

The Poncho

Settling Down

Never Too Late (18+)

Reunion

Being In A Polyamorous Relationship With Daryl & Rick Would Include

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Trust And Security (Fluff) @ly-canthropewrites

Beat Yer Ass @baseballbitch116

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Imagine: Going On A Date At The Amusement Park With Negan, Rick, And Daryl (Separately) @lovelygreenpear

Imagine... (1) @imaginesforhotguys

Just A Kid @plus-size-reader

Going On A Care Ride With Negan And Daryl Would Include (Separately) @lovelygreenpear

[mazerunnerrose]

Hey Greenie Pt. Three

Hey Everyone, Sorry this is so late. I feel like such a horrible person for promising this way earlier and not finishing it until now. My life has been really crazy the last year. I also just started college, which has taken over my life. I’m going to try to post more on the weekends, if not then, during my breaks. You are all amazing! Thank you so much for all of your support! Hope you enjoy! Also I am planning a part four. Which I will try to have done by the end of the week.  

If there are any mistakes or grammar issues, please let me know. I didn’t get a chance to proofread. Sorry in advance!

"Gally?”

Newt, who was standing next to me, looked down at me with a sad gaze. He wrapped his arm around me and led me back to the truck helping me climb into the back.

The rest soon climbed back in as Jorge started driving again. My lips twisted into a frown as my mind raced around in circles thinking of multiple possibilities. Could he still be alive? No, I watched him die in my arms as they took me away. Why do I feel like I'm going to see him again? Am I gonna die today?

Nervous butterflies assaulted my stomach as we got closer to the crank town. Jorge soon parked just outside of the town, as we all climbed out walking into the town. I stayed lost in thought walking beside Thomas, before Jorge pushed past me bringing me out of my thoughts. 

Newt placed his hand on my shoulder as we continued following Thomas. As we continued trying to find a way in, a man’s voice was heard above the noise. Stopping we all turned around to see the man sitting on top of a vehicle speaking trough a radio speaker. “We are the voice of the voiceless! They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot! But there are more of us than there are of them. And I say, we rise up and take back what is ours! Let's bring back a victory!” The crowd around us cheered, beginning to follow the vehicles.

As the leading car passed us, an electrical feeling surged through my body. Looking to the back of the car, I noticed one of the guys turn his head looking at our group, before I felt his gaze stop on me. The electricity feeling began to increase, as time seemed to freeze around me. I quickly looked at everyone’s faces, noting that they noticed the guy staring as well. 

Thomas began to follow the crowd, before Jorge spoke up “Thomas! This is not what you're looking for. All these people trying to find their way in, you think you're gonna find something they can't?” 

Thomas continued shoving his way through the crowd before replying, “Came this far. I'm not turning back now.” 

“This doesn’t feel right.” 

Standing in the crowd huddled together, I noticed the same guys in face masks watching us. I quickly pointed this out to the group, as we stayed close to each other. Turning towards the great wall, the crowds’ angry chants began to cease as a metallic creaking sound echoed around the area. Looking up huge guns began to rise coming to life and firing into the crowd. 

The group started running, dodging incoming bullets and other people. The group turned down a path between tall concrete walls. Thomas, Brenda and I  barely made it pasted the wall before one of the bullets landed behind us, knocking us down and stirring up a thick cloud of dust. Thomas grabbed Brenda’s arm and helped me up saying, “come on.”

We began running through the path and came to a clearing where the men in masks began to grab everyone and shoving them into vans. I turned to Brenda and watched as a man grabbed her arm. I tried to run after her, but someone grabbed me by my waist and started pulling me towards one of the vans. I began thrashing around, struggling to get free. I threw my elbow back and made contact as the man behind me dropped to his knees. I began running again, knowing that if I didn’t get away now, I wouldn’t be able to save my friends later. Before I could make it any further, another man grabbed my wrist and pulled back throwing me into one of the vans. He climbed in behind me as I snuggled close to Thomas. The vans took off as three men in gas mask carrying huge guns watched us closely. 

Biting my tongue, I grabbed Thomas’ hand as my other hand went to my necklace again. The electrical feeling buzzed to life, getting stronger with every second the vans continued. The vans came to a stop and a knock sounded from the door behind us. A muffled voice ordered, “Get out.”

We all jumped out, staying calm. I eyed the men around us, all carrying guns. The other van soon pulled up, muffled shouting and grunting was heard from inside. The doors flew open as one of the men in masks fell out. Jorge jumped out quickly behind him yelling, “where is she?”

Thomas, Brenda, Newt and Fry all rushed forward to pull Jorge off the man. The group surrounding us started shouting, “get back” before pushing the boys away from Jorge and Brenda, who quickly began calming him down. 

A familiar voice sounded above the crowd, “Everybody relax. We are all on the same side here.”

My heart jumped into my throat as my stomach preformed summersaults. One word popped into my head, Gally? Fighting back the idea, my eyes locked on Thomas as he questioned, “What do you mean on the same side? Who the hell are you?”

Everything stood still and silent as the group waited in confusion and suspense. The speaker slightly turned his head to the side before reaching up and removing his gas mask. It was as if time stood still, tears ran freely as my heart clenched. “Gally?” 

He locked eyes with me and smiled lightly before a small frown took over. Looking back at Thomas he said, “Hey Greenie.”

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Content/Requests Update

Hi lovelies! So I have made the decision to try to start over in a sense with my account. I have made the choice to delete all of my old requests given that they have been sitting there for literally years with me going inactive. HOWEVER -- I am still accepting requests! Please feel free to inbox me any requests you have! I will also be creating new tag lists, as well as updating the fandoms that I write for. All the updates are below!

Thank you everyone for all of your love and support over the last four years. You have no idea how much it means to me to be able to share my love for writing and for these fandoms, and that you guys enjoy reading it! <3

Taglist Update:

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General taglist for all content

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Others may come, but these are the MAIN fandoms that I write for.

Please keep in mind that this is predominantly a Walking Dead page! Thank you!! I will be posting some content today! (12/15)

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[seleneselene]

relationship status:  dating daryl in my DR. fuck everyone else.

favorite color:  dark forest green

three favorite foods: salt and vinegar chips, yorkshire pudding ( my family is irish), and uhh idk some type of fruit

stuck in my head: I will always think of you (bojack horseman)

last song i listened to:  what you were (the cranberries)

last thing I googled:  daryl dixon

time:  10:41 PM

dream trip:  to go to my dr and just chill (as much as you can in a fuckin apocalypse)

anything you really want:  to b with my dr family

thanks @starlessea for tagging me <3

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WIP Last Line Game

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I knew my wifey would tag me💘🥺

As soon as she had the baby she was out on her ass.

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[jodiereedus22]

Prompt 6&9

6. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

9. “Will you just accept that I'm hopelessly in love with you, and there’s nothing you can do to that will change that”

This was requested by @twdeadfanfic

I hope you like this!!! 

You and Daryl had been through a lot since you met each other, you never thought you’d find love at the end of the world, but you did, and so did Daryl, even though he didn’t believe it sometimes.

Daryl had a habit that when things were going, in his eyes, too good, he started to back away, you knew it was because he was scared. You knew all about his past and his family and you understood it, but you must admit it frustrated you sometimes.

Sometimes you didn’t know what to do to prove it to him.

So, when he started pulling away again you decided to confront him, to make him see that you loved him.

“Hey,” you walked up to Daryl, you had just come back to your home from watch duty.

“Hey, can’t stop, I got some things that I need ta do” Daryl responded starting to head to the door.

“Don’t you dare,” you almost growled.

Daryl turned back to you, confused at your sudden outburst, but before he could respond you started to talk.

“Don’t you dare push me away Daryl, you forget, I know you, you can’t keep doing this,” you told him, looking at Daryl who seemed to be a little bit in shock.

Deciding to take a little bit of a softer approach you walked up to him.

“Come here,” you said, gently taking hold of his hand and leading him to the couch and sat him down, sitting on the table opposite.

“Look, I know this scares you, us scares you, but I won’t let you pull away again, please don’t keep doing this,” you softly spoke, sadness in your voice.

“It’s jus’, I don’ get it, why me?” Daryl asked, confusion and sadness laced in his voice.

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” you asked Daryl, he responded by shaking his head.

“I love you because, Daryl, you’re everything to me. You’re brave, you’re smart, but you’re kind, and gentle, and most of all you have so much love in your heart, you’re a wonderful human being Daryl, and I know this is hard to believe because no one had ever talked to you like this before, but I want you to try.”

You got down on your knees to kneel in front of Daryl, placing a hand on each cheek looking deeply into his eyes.

“Just accept that I’m hopelessly in love with you, and there’s nothing you can do to that will change that,” you confessed.

Daryl sat there, unable to say anything, dumbstruck at your words, you were right, no one had ever spoken to him the way you were right now, and he didn’t know what to do.

A tear slipped from his eye; he didn’t realise it until you wiped it away.

“I love you Daryl Dixon,” you reiterated.

“I love you (Y/N), I love you more than anythin’ in this world, I’m so blessed to have you in my life.”

Daryl tried to put into words what he was feeling, but he always struggled with the right words, he was always an `action speaks louder than words` kind of guy, so he slid down off the couch, now on his knees before you as he pulled you in for a loving passionate kiss that expressed all the words he’d ever want to say. 

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If I have forgotten anyone. I’m sorry,

Love you all my friends 🥰🥰

[h-o-l-l-i]

I Run To You

Frank Castle x OFC! Jane Runner x Billy Russo

Word Count: 6.3K

Warnings: Language, Implied smut (18+ only), blood, PTSD

Author’s Note: Requests are closed. Thank you for enjoying this series with me, it means a lot! Let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists!

Everything: @negans-lucille-tblr // @coffee-obsessed-writer

The Punisher: @baseballbitch116 // @suchatinyinfinity // @harrysthiccthighss

Frank Castle: @hudsonbird // @harrysthiccthighss 

Billy Russo: @harrysthiccthighss​

Series: @me-robot-x // @its-my-little-dumpster-fire // @imaginecrushes // @jooheoniesdimples // @cole-winchester​

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (FINAL)

“I called Curtis…said you’d be down to see him later today.” Billy’s raspy tone spilled from his slightly chapped lips, his brown hair tasseled along his head that rested on the fluffy white pillowcase.

“You’re kidding right?” Jane rolled over on her side to glare at her fiancé. He tipped his head down as he readjusted himself to lean against the headboard of their California king sized bed. “You know I’m meeting with a dress designer today and the florist to finalize everything. I don’t have time to just go ‘down to see him’” she mocked his voice and rolled her eyes.

“Jane.” He sighed heavily as she slipped out of the bed, pulling the white sheet along with her, draping it around her small body. “I know you’re stressed with planning the wedding next month and everything but,” he paused and reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a stray article of clothing from last night and covered himself up.

“Stressed? Me? No, not at all, Billy. What makes you say that?” She said with extreme sarcasm dripping from her lips.

He motioned with his hands to her, “You know what I mean, Honey.” He leaned forward when she sat on the bed again. “Maybe we can get another wedding planner to help so you have some time to relax; take some time off for yourself.” He said, brushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear and pecking a light kiss on her forehead.

Jane closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose, relishing in the love that she had for this man. “You’re too good to me, Russo.”

He shook his head and leaned back, pulling her onto him. “A king is only as happy as his queen.”

“Is that so?” She whispered as she placed a leg on either side of Billy’s nude body, “Something tells me you’re about to be very happy.”

His rough hands gripped onto her thighs and her lips latched onto his. The sheet cascaded around her and exposed her breasts. Jane raked her hands down the front on Billy’s chest down to his penis and began to pump his length making him inhale sharply at her pace.

“Eager, are we?” He teased.

“Maybe.” She grinned into his lips and gasped suddenly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and whirled her onto the mattress. His exposed body hovered over hers, his lips trailed down to her neck making her breath harder.

“I love you.” Billy growled, his rough stubble scratched along her skin.

Suddenly, Jane’s attention was brought from the burning bliss to the vibration coming from the nightstand. Billy halted his movements and sighed into her neck, making Jane roll her eyes when he rolled over and reached for it.

“Hello?” Billy answered the call with his brow furrowed heavily. 

“Un-fucking-believable.” She said under her breath and covered back up and wandered into the bathroom.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” Billy rushed with a hushed voice and tossed his phone onto the messy bed. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He came up behind her and rubbed her arms, pressing kisses onto her neck once more.

She turned her head towards him, “Work has been getting a lot more invasive lately…” she huffed.

Billy hung his head and let out a small sigh, “I know; and I’m so, so sorry, Jane.”

She turned to him abruptly, “You’re always sorry, Billy.”

___

“Hey,—” Jane said before she sighed heavily, “Listen, I know you just left but I was thinking; you know what, never mind—” she closed her eyes and shook her head, “I’m sorry, I have to go—forget I called.” She said shortly and ended the call. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder and tucked her phone into the back pocket of her ripped black jeans. She raised a hand up into the air and waited for a taxi to slide up next to her. “Where to?” The driver said, leaning back to look at the passenger he just picked up, “Wait, aren’t you—”

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, no I don’t want to use my driver’s…thanks for the concern and I ain’t looking for any friends.” You smiled internally when you realized Frank was rubbing off on you. “Grantville Diner.”

___

She opened the door, the sweet chime of the bells alarmed at her entry. “you can have a seat at the bar if you’d like.” A woman shouted from behind the counter. Jane nodded and traveled over to the bar, eyes scanning her surroundings.

“Coffee, black, 2 sugars; that’s it thanks.”

“Still the same after all of these years, Runner?” A deep voice came from beside her, making her jump slightly.

“Thanks.” She said to the waitress before turning to the source of the deep voice. She furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively, “Curtis?” The man brought his fingers up and tossed his hood back effortlessly to confirm his identity.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love to see you Curtis but, I—just wasn’t expecting to see you here—”

“Just had to know that he didn’t put a tail on you, Jane.” He said, standing up and slipped Jane a small piece of paper, “He said you would know.” He paused before opening the door, “Good to know you’re doing better corpsman.”

Jane tucked the note into her pocket and allowed her eyes to follow her friend, her eyes connecting with his in a silent question. He simply nodded back to her in confirmation and immediately she paid for her coffee and left the diner and began walking.

A few blocks down she dug in her pocket to get the note out of her pocket. She looked down at it in her hand, ‘best pizza in NY.’

___

“Hey, Sara.” Jane smiled to the receptionist for ANVIL, walking briskly towards her soon-to-be husband’s office; a bag in hand with Chinese food.

“Good evening, Jane.” She smiled, her brow furrowing, “I’m sorry, Mr. Russo is in a meeting until 8 tonight.”

“Oh—” the smiled drained from Jane’s face.

“I’m sorry; I assumed he told you—I can tell him that you came—”

“No, you know what… I forgot—with the wedding next month and everything, I just forgot that he told me about the meeting tonight—” Jane lied. “Here.” She paused, plopping the paper bag onto her desk, “Dinner’s on me.” 

___

The black coffee steamed in the small glass mug, her eyes lingered out of the window of the diner. “Need something else, sweetheart?” The waitresses warm voice caused Jane to bring her attention back from the window.

She clicked the side of her phone and gazed down at the time before answering. “No, um. Thanks.” She twisted in the booth and slammed down a ten dollar bill on the table, “Keep the change.” Jane’s cheeks were brushed with the slight New York breeze. “Fucking Frank Ca—” she paused. “Hello?”

“Don’t try to find me because you won’t.” A unfamiliar man’s voice spoke immediately. “I have Frank—I’ll be in touch.”

“Who the fuck is this?” Jane spat to the stranger, spinning round using her military knowledge in attempt to pinpoint the caller before the call dropped. “Wait, who are you! Fuck!” She yelled in anger finding her effort to be unsuccessful. “Goddamnit!” Her eyes welled with concern and frustration.

___

Billy tucked his hand into the pocket of his dress pants as he stared out of the large windows in his office that overlooked the city. “Hey baby, how was your day?” 

“Peachy.” Jane replied shortly, the exhaustion evident in her tone.

He tightened his jaw and hung his head in disappointment within himself, “I’m sorry it’s so late and I couldn’t take you to the appointment; work is…busy—” he paused and stood from the chair. Jane sighed heavily and he changed the subject, “How’s your dress; you like it?” Billy said, sitting down at the desk in his large office.

Jane held the phone to the side of her head, “Yeah, it’s going great. Not going to tell you any details though; it’s the rules.” She smiled at herself in the mirror. “Hey, I’ll call you back I’m getting another call. I love you!” 

“I love you too—” Billy finished.

“Hello?” Jane’s voice peaked as she switched the phone call.

“Jane,” Frank’s voice was deeply low and the sound flipped Jane’s stomach as he continued speaking.

“Miss Runner, are you okay? My dear you’ve gone as white as your dress—oh my goodness!” The designer shouted as Jane’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she became limp; her body slumped down onto the ground with a solid thud. “Miss?” He tapped her shoulder, “Help!”

Jane’s eyes fluttered open, her dress designer held her head within his hands, “Wh—where’s—” she began to speak and attempt to get up.

“Sh, Jane. Billy is on his way. You passed out; you should stay down.”

“No, I—I need to go. I have to go,” she restated and swatted away at their hands. She stood up and her knees buckled but she grabbed the back of a chair to steady herself. “I’m good,” she affirmed, “Don’t fucking touch me! I said I’m good!”

“Where is she?!” Billy’s eyes were wide as he burst through the double glass doors of the bridal designer store. “Where the fuck is my fiancé!”

The older woman dressed all in black behind the granite reception desk pointed towards the back. Billy took off running, “Jane!” He shouted, “Baby, what the hell happened?” He looked her over, “Are you okay? Honey, I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out.” He hugged her.

She shook her head, “I’m fine Billy, I—I don’t need to go to the hospital; I’m fine.”

“Jane, Honey. You passed out, you are not oka—” Billy looked deeply into her eyes.

“No, I’m fine. I’m sure it was just because I haven’t eaten or something—I’m fine really.” She clarified, “I came to your office with dinner but—yeah, I just haven’t eaten—”

“Fuck, I’m such an asshole.” He hung his head, “I’m so sorry, Jane—work is just…it’s complicated—but I won’t let that come before you again; ever.” He kissed her on the lips gently. “Come on.” He said grabbing her by the arm and stretching it around his neck. “I’m taking you home, and I’m getting you all of the food in New York and then some.”

“I’m fine, Billy; really, I can walk.” She tried to brush him off of her.

“Nope.” He stood and strongly held her in his arms, “Not going to happen.”

___

“What do you want for dinner?” Billy gently trailed his fingertips on her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s far—” Billy stared back at her waiting for her to continue, “Angelo’s Coal Oven Pizzeria? West 57th.” She smiled.

“Done.” He grinned and rolled off the bed.

___ As soon as Billy’s Escalade drove onto the street below, Jane dug through her purse and found her phone, redialing the number Frank called her from when she was in the bridal shop. “Pick up, you son-of-a-bitch, pick up.”

“Jane.” The man paused, “I expected you to be here alrea—”

“Frank—is he okay?” She cut him off.

“He is alive, yes; your fellow corpsman was able to lend him a hand that you were not able to.” He paused, “I know what happened and I know why you aren’t able to get away to watch him—”

“Who are you? Where do you have him?”

“Name’s Micro. He’s safe; that’s all you need to know.”

___

“How in the hell do you lose 40 tons of weaponry?” Billy’s hot breath erupted into the morning air of the shipyard. “Tell me how the fuck that happens!” He shouted loudly making the surrounding men flinch in fear. Billy hung his head and ran is hand down his beard.

“I’m sorry, Sir but he killed them all—I don’t know what happened to the shipment,” a scared, young man stammered.

“What?!” Billy raised his head quickly. “The fuck did you just say?” He said stepping up close to the man. “What man—who?”

“I—I’m not s—sure, Sir.” He trembled.

“Fuck!” Billy exclaimed through gritted teeth; he turned to his men, “Do not let it happen again, do you fucking understand me?” He pushed his pointed finger into another mans chest. “I want 24 hour surveillance on all future shipments and do whatever the fuck you have to do to find ‘him’.” He glared intensely. “Do I make myself clear.”

Billy’s associates nod intently as he walked briskly away towards his blacked-out escalade.

___

Jane’s hands trembled as she gripped her bouquet in her hands, the shiny diamond soon to have another ring next to it. Her hair gently curled and pinned back from her radiant face.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” Her father’s voice shook slightly as she intertwined her arm in his, tears threatened to leak over onto his cheeks but he cleared his throat when the music started.

The huge cathedral doors opened simultaneously, all eyes shifted to Jane in her delicately beaded white wedding dress and her father who stood proudly at her side.

Jane’s eyes were fixed on the strapping man that stood at the alter waiting eagerly for her; Billy’s face beamed with a wide, white smile that was seemingly never going to leave his face.

Small flashes of the photographers captured the first kiss as a married couple, both of the smiled blissfully, Jane raised her large bouquet up into the air and happily held her husband’s hand in her’s as the both walked down the aisle in a sea of applause.

___

The van’s tires slowly rolled to a complete stop along the docks, the cement still damp from the small storm that ran through the city. “Shipment is confirmed.” A man whispered into the phone that he held gently onto the side of his face.

Billy’s scruffy chin nodded, “Good. Don’t let a repeat of last time.”

“Yes, sir.”

___

“Congrats, Mrs. Russo.” Frank’s rough voice rumbled with a painful smirk on his scruffy face.

“Thanks—” her voice trailed off.

“Jane…” he stepped forward towards her and lowered his gaze to look her deeply into her eyes. “You good?” He inquired, “You don’t have to go—”

“After what I am finding out now; I’m not sure that I know who he is anymore, Frank…” she looked back to him, “Now that we are married, I have access to all of his accounts and—and I—”

“I know,” he lowered his jaw, “an’ the last thing that I want to do is see you hurt again.” He paused, allowing a silent moment for the both of them to reflect. “That’s it, you’re not going.” Jane’s eyes flickered to him as she opened her mouth to protest. “No—I ain’t hearing it, Jane. You’re married to him now an’ I don’t want anything to happen to you; who know’s maybe I’m wrong about it being him.”

“When are you ever wrong about this kind of stuff, Frank?” She whispered over her shoulder to him. He remained silent and continued to pack his bag for the bust. Once he was finished, he walked past her and placed a calloused hand on her shoulder before he turned the corner.

___

Frank’s black boots moved stealthily along the rusted metal ladder to his high vantage point that overlooked the dockyard. He carefully and quietly retrieved his sniper rifle and placed it into perfect view, “I really hope it ain’t you, Russo.” He whispered, looking through the scope of his gun.

Black SUV’s parked and the doors opened wide, the armed men stood vidgulate wile the leader exited the center vehicle.

Frank’s heart unexpectedly began to beat harder, “Fuck.” He exhaled when he saw his best friend stand center of the transaction.

___

“Glad to see that the hiccup last exchange didn’t scare you off.” Billy extended a hand and smiled. “I can assure you that the issue has been eliminated and the perimeter is secured.”

The other man stood silent and eyed Russo before he nodded to his men to begin moving the crates.

“Time to go.” Frank said with his lips pursed together, pushing his broad body up with his large biceps. Frank cocked his guns to make sure that he was prepared and leaped off of the side of the building onto the top of another and made his way to the street. He ran quickly and took care to make sure that he went unnoticed and had a reliable cover if shit hit the fan earlier than expected.

Frank leaned his back up to a large metal shipping container and screwed on the silencer on to the barrel of his handgun. “Hey!” He said lightly, just enough to gather two guys attention.

They were young and dumb; hardly any hair on their chests and no guns drawn as they walked blindly towards the noise. As soon as the turned the corner Frank sank two bullets into them and they hit the pavement with a thud.

“What was that?” The man that stood in front of Billy said; making Billy’s eyebrows furrow, deeply creating a crease between them. “I thought you said this area was secured?” 

“Johnson, Gary. Go check it out.” Russo ordered. He turned around to his driver and secretly said, “Get the survalence backed up; I got a bad feeli—”

Gun shots rang out, echoing over the water and into the darkness of the night. The lights shut down across that plain of New York, encapsulating them in a shield of black. “You’re fucking kidding me?” He laughed at Billy, “this is what you call a secure perimeter?”

“This is no issue, New York has been experiencing some power shortages recently, should be up in three, two—” Billy counted down, the lights began to flicker back on and off. “See.” He paused and smirked, holding his arms out from his sides, “Completely secure, my friend.”

“You’re men have been gone for a while…” the man said, his suspision continually growing, his concern threatening for him to back out of the business deal.

Just as Billy was opening his mouth to reassure him, Frank sprung around he corner and began shooting. Billy ran around the front of the car, dodging the shots from both parties of the deal.

Countless casings covered the ground, blood pools surrounding some of the unlucky ones. It was silent; Billy still knelt down behind a car, his personal driver next to him wielding a sharp knife now that his clip was empty.

Billy looked over to the end of the car then back to his driver, Lawrence.

“Whoever you are, you’re fucking dead!” Russo shouted, “Dead!”

Frank continually kept his cover while traveling around the dockyard, making sure that everyone he could kill was already dead. “I’m already dead.” He grunted. He turned around quickly at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Lawrence shouted and stabbed at Frank, slicing his hand as the blood began to seep out of it.

Frank’s grip on the gun released in response to the pain that seerred through his hand. Expertly, Frank fought with Lawrence hand - to - hand; Castle punched him square in the jaw, making him stumble backwards, creating some distance between them.

“Come on, son-of-a-bitch.” Frank snarled, blood dripping from his balled up fist. Lawrence picked up his knife and began to fight with Frank again and again; instead he took the brunt of the of the interaction with the punisher.

Frank took a little bit of pity on the man because he was genuinely trying to fight, but he wasn’t that good. Right uppercut, broke his nose, blood drained from it generously, making him bend over and hold his nose, but he still had his eyes on the punisher, who stood closely to him.

One final attempt from Lawrence found success as it stabbed deeply into Frank’s upper thigh. Frank gritted his teeth in the pain and brought his two fists down on the back of Lawrence’s head, knocking him out, ending the fight as the sound of sirens becoming increasingly closer.

Frank looked down at his wound, “Fuck,” he pursed his teeth and pulled out his phone, hobbling away. “Jane, I need you. I got stabbed, I think if I pull it out, I’ll have a couple minutes.” He said quickly, “I’ll call with the address.”

Lawrence blinked back to consciousness, his vision clearing slightly, just in time to see the punisher limping into the darkness; his ears perked up as he identified the incoming sirens. He shot up quickly and stumbled to the car and drove him and Billy away quickly.

___

“How much blood have you lost? I’m on my way, Frank. Just, don’t touch it, try not to move it either.” She said through the speaker phone as she frantically tore through all of her medical supplies that she still stored at the penthouse that she shared with her husband Billy. “Castle!” She shouted when she couldn’t hear his breathing anymore.

“Y—Yeah, got it.” He grunted, “I’m not sure what I’ve spilled…West 46th and 7th ave.” he said breathlessly before the line went dead.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered to herself, frantically stuffing medical supplies into her green corpsman bag, grabbed her keys and left in a hurry.

___

“Honey?” Russo yelled through the messy house. His heart rate increasing as the fear raced through is veins. “Jane!” He shouted louder with desperation in his voice. His dark brown eyes traced the clutter that was scattered all of the house looking for blood or bullet casings. “Baby! Ja—” he stopped yelling and reached into his pocket and called her cellphone.

___

Jane walked to the intersection very fast, her pupils dilated widely as the adrenaline and anxiety filled her blood vessels. She glanced down every alleyway that she passed until she found him.

Once she spotted him she sprinted down to him, kneeling and doing a quick assessment of his injuries. “Frank.” She said.

“Jane.” He smiled and raised his hand to touch the side of her face.

“I—I can’t, Frank.” She said, the lights getting increasingly bright by the second, the sounds became muffled within her ears, the blood seeming to spread across her hands, the passing cars beeping at each other, car doors slamming caused her to slip back to the first time that she treated him; leg wound on her second tour.

“Jane…Jane! Hey!” Frank elevated his voice enough to snap her back to the present. “We aren’t over there…you good?” He knew, even in this state…he knew.

“I can’t do everything here, Frank.” She batted her eyes to focus herself, her hands working on his injures while keeping conversation with him. “Micro, can you get him here?”

Frank knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, “Who do you—”

“Can he get us somewhere off the grid, Frank?” She urged.

“Yeah, my phone.” Castle said, “Call him. One.”

“Micro, it’s Jane. Frank’s in bad shape, need you at West 46th and 7th ave. now!” Jane said rapidly and dialing Curtis.

___

“Help me get him in the car, Curtis. Call him on Frank’s phone, give him the address that you’re taking us to.” Jane said, prepping Frank’s arm for an IV.

Mirco who had white knuckles while driving back to his hideout, looked through the rearview mirror, “I’m not comfortable with that—”

“He’s good, just do it!” She ordered and tossed him the phone.

___

“Jane, where are you? Are you okay? The house looks like a mess,” he paused, pacing the floor, “I just want to know you are okay. Call me.” Billy hung up again, “Fourteen calls and nothing…” he said to himself.

Billy’s phone rang and he answered it in a flash, “Jane!?”

“No, Sir. But I have a face from tonight.” Lawrence said. “I’m on my way.” Russo said before he hopped in the elevator. “Play it.”

“There.” Billy pointed, “Zoom in.” He crossed his arms, “Holy. Shit. That’s Frank Fucking Castle!” He said in awe, “The Fucking Punisher.”

His face flushed and he dragged a hand down his growing beard and then his heart dropped, “My wife! Jane, she’s missing, hasn’t been answering my calls…can you track it?”

“Yes, sir, but only if she answers the call…”

___

Micro helped Jane lay Frank down on a table, “What, do you need?” He said curiously.

“Get me my bag, a chair and wait for Curtis.” Jane ordered him. She tucked her fingers into his jeans and ripped them open to access the stab wound better.

“Jane.” Curtis started, “Oh shit.” He emoted and then put on his gloves and helped her relocate the terniquite after his jeans were ripped.

“Heart rate and blood pressure are abnormal. Stab wound to upper thigh, was alert earlier but going in and out now, unknown blood loss, I have an 18 gauge in his right elbow, my blood infusing to keep him stable.” Jane gave Curtis report with all of the pertinent data on him.

“Jane.” He said sternly.

“My blood is compatible, I’m good Curt.” She reassured him with a nod. “Alright, Frank. One. Two. Three.” She said and then ripped out the knife that was below the terniquite. Frank’s eyes shot open at the pain and Curtis pushed down onto the puncture wound with a stack of gauze.

“Good job.” Curtis affirmed.

The two corpsman were able to quickly control the bleeding and get his vital signs stable within a couple of minutes.

___

“Shit!” She looked at the many missed calls from her husband and she called him back. “Hey, sorry I—”

“Jane! Oh thank God, are you okay?! Where are you?!” He said frantically, while they were tracking her call.

“Yeah, I, um. My car is broken down at West 46 and 7th…I am fine. Just having a bad day and needed a drive.” She lied to him.

“I’ll send Lawrence down to get you.” He paused, “I’m glad you’re safe, I thought something happened to you…I was really worried about you. I will see you soon, I love you!”

“I love you too.” She replied. Jane rushed back into the hideout, “Curtis, you good to stay here with him…at least for tonight. Billy came home and was worried, he’s sending the driver to get me, said my car broke down.” She huffed and peeled off the bandage on her elbow. Curtis nodded in agreement.

“Call me if anything changes okay?” She asked, “If I leave now I should be able to run there and be there before he is…”

“You gave Frank a lot of blood—” Curtis warned her. She shot him a glare and backed off, “Alright, just looking out…I’ll take good care of him, Jane.”

___

***the next week***

___

“I want 24 hour protection on my wife, if they are after me they will be after her; if anything happens to her I will personally make you eat your own balls, understand! I want everyone all over New York to find this son-of-a-bitch. You get him to me, you get half of a million dollars.” Billy said smacking his hands on the top of the large silver table.

___

“Grantville Diner.” Frank’s voice came through on the headphones that Jane wore as she went running through the city.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” She huffed between breaths, not knowing that there was two men tailing her, courtesy of her husband.

___

“Hey.” She said breathlessly and sat down in the corner booth. “How’s your leg?”

“Let’s just say I don’t stand a chance keeping up with you anytime soon…I’m good, thank you.” He said sipping his coffee. “I uh, got you some too, how you like it…” he said pointing to the other steaming mug.

Jane’s fingers wrapped around the mug and interlaced with the handle, the large diamonds on her left hand twinkled in the morning sunlight that was shining through the window.

“He’s your husband.” 

She toyed with her rings and sighed, “I don’t care. He’s not the same man I fell in love with and married…he’s turned into a monster, Frank. A wolf in sheep’s clothing and I can’t let him hurt anyone else. I’m helping you take him out.”

Frank looked up tp her through his thick eyelashes, “You sure about this?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She didn’t hesitate and she leaned in towards him.

The two of them quietly enjoyed eating breakfast together, both unknowing of the tail that they had grown.

___

Billy’s whole body shook with a mixture of heartache and wrath, he gathered the pictures and headed home.

“What the fuck do you do during the day?” He said, his tone thick with anger.

Jane crossed her arms and tipped an eyebrow up to him, “You want to try again?”

“Frank.” Billy said, “You’re working for the punisher now?” He spat his words at her.

Her heart sank into her stomach, she had never seen him this angry before let alone at the fact that she was working with the deadman, the punisher, Frank Castle. “Frank is dead, Billy.” She stood her ground.

“Oh yeah?” He left the room, his voice became distant, “You want to explain to me what the fuck that you, my wife is doing with Frank fucking Castle?!” He shouted and flopped the pictures down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

She stared intently down at them, “You had me tracked?” She said in intense disbelief.

“Oh come on, Jane! I was tracking Castle, I never expected to find out that my wife, my own fucking wife, the only woman who I have ever loved to be selling me out to the punisher, behind my fucking back!” He shouted at her, getting chest to chest with her.

“Billy—” she attempted to be firm with him and create some distance from him.

“Don’t, Jane!” He yelled in her face. 

She yelled right back to him and pushed him away from her, “You’re a monster! You make me fucking sick to my stomach! When I found out just what the hell you were doing—I never married this Billy! You—you’re different.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t make this about me.” 

“Then what the fuck is this about?!” She screamed at him. 

“Do you love him?” Billy’s voice suddenly low and dull as he stared down at the floor and dragged his hand down his trimmed beard. 

“What?” She knit her eyebrows together harshly.

 “Do. You. Love. Him.” He looked up to her, his eyes pricked with painful tears that made her heart break. 

“Billy,” she started but that was all it took for him to lunge at her and inject her with a sedative. “I’m going to make sure he knows what he’s done, to me, my wife, my whole fucking life I have made for us.” He whispered into her ear as she slipped from consciousness.

___

“Frank I think you wanna come see this!” Micro shouted through the bunker.

“What’s up?” Frank hopped up the two steps and leaned down to view the monitor.

“It’s…just watch for yourself…” Micro trailed off.

___

“Where are you going, Frank? We don’t even know where she is.” Micro swiveled around in his chair. 

Frank continued walking briskly over to his guns, “I don’t fucking care! If anything happens to her because of me, I—I can’t lose another woman I love, not because of me…not again. I ain’t lettin’ that happen, Lieberman.”

“We have to think about this, Frank. We don’t know what we are walking into…” he attempted to rationalize with the punisher.

Frank snorted, “I ain’t scared, I’m pissed off an’ pissed off beats scared every time.”

___

“Come on you fucking shithead!” Frank shouted, his voice echoed through the empty, remote warehouse. Jane twisted her head, waking up tied to a chair with her hands tied above her head and a gag in her mouth; she tried to shout back, knowing that it was Frank that was here too, but nothing audible came out.

“Russo! You coward! Tyin’ up your wife!” He analyzed the room with his gun drawn, micro just a block away. “That’s pretty low, even for your standards…no wonder why she’s with me.”

“An awful lot of talk for a man that’s about to fucking die.” Billy shouted, unable to locate his location due to the echoing of their voices and movements.

Jane’s eyes identified a boot that was slicking out from behind a door, soon the rest of the man turned the corner. “Frank!” She mumbled through the cloth that was tied around her mouth.

Frank’s eyes widened as he lifted his fingers to her and then to his ear, “She’s here, center room, alive.”

“Alright, Frank. Let’s do this, nice and easy.” Micro talked into the phone into Frank’s earpiece.

Frank swirled around the spiral staircase and down to her, his hands rapidly pulling at the restraints. He ducked and held his shoulder when a bullet rang off of the metal walls, deafening and disorienting. 

Jane cried out and tears pricked the corners of her eyes, some of Frank’s blood splattered onto the side of her face and she furiously tugged at her hands and rocked in the chair to try to get free.

Billy emerged from the dark corner that he was hiding in, his gun raised. He came over to Jane “Is that your blood?” She pulled away as best as she could when he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She tugged at the arm restraints harder, they loosened enough for her to slip out of them and knock the gun from his hands.

Jane frantically threw punches at Billy, connecting two to his jaw and ribs. Frank emerged from the cover he was behind and tackled Russo. Jane pulled the gag out of her mouth and picked up the gun aiming at the two men wrestling on the ground and beating each other.

Frank got the upper hand and straddled Billy, his fists unleashing all of his fury, knocking his unconscious. After Billy’s eyes were closed, Frank slumped over for a second, he slowly stood up, blood seeping from his nose and mouth from the fight. “Jane…” he held his hand up, “No—” he slowly approached her.

Jane stood there with the gun in her shaky hands and tears streaming down her cheeks, “I—I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” She sniffled, “I can’t kill him, I—I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” She stammered, lowering the gun.

“You don’t have to.” Frank grabbed her hand in his and her cheek, “Look at me; Hey!” He eventually got her attention, “You don’t have to—”

Jane nodded and closed her eyes, allowing Frank to take the gun from her hand. She opened her eyes at the three gunshots that he fired, the painful tears coming from her heart, her knees became weak and she fell to the floor. 

Frank dropped the gun and knelt down next to her and wrapped her in his arms, ignoring the pain from his gun shot wound from Russo. He stroked her arm and cried with her; the first time in a long time that he actually cried…

“Come on, we gotta go, Jane, it’s over.” He paused, “We gotta go.” He began to get up to his feet, taking her with him.

“What about Billy?” She looked at her husband’s lifeless body again.

Frank turned her chin to look away from his body, “We will figure that out later but we have to go right now Jane or things are going to get a low worse for us.”

___

***the next day***

___

The bunker was silent, the sound of the news channel cutting through the silence that lay thick from the earlier events. “Turn it up.” Jane said, her eyes red from crying, her affect flat.

“You sure, Jane, I mean.” Micro questioned her.

Frank stood next to her and wrapped his uninjured arm around her shoulder supportively, “She said turn it up.”

“Breaking New this morning. Millionaire, CEO of ANVIL and former special operations U.S. Marine, Billy Russo found dead in what police described as a robbery gone wrong. His wife, former special operations U.S. Navy Corpsman, Jane Russo is thought to be kidnapped and taken by the same people who have murdered Russo. Stay tuned as we are gaining more information.”

“Turn it off.” Jane ordered him and sat down and poured herself a shot.

An extended time of silence felt oddly comforting for her and Frank.

“Are you sure you’re ready to disappear from the world? It’d be really easy for you to pop back up—” Micro indirectly asked if she really wanted this.

“No,” she shook her head, “I want to leave that life behind…” she said and her eyes traveled to Frank.

“What?” He smiled slightly to her, “Come on, you can tell me…anything.”

“I—” her cheeks blushed slightly “All of these years I never would have thought this is where my life would end up…I’ve never stopped loving you, even seven years later…” she ended her ramble.

Micro looked at the exchange the two of them were having and cleared his throat, “You two are so cute, it’s disgusting.” He mumbled.

Frank threw a pen at him making everyone have a lighter mood… “Here’s to having everything, losing everything and starting over.” Jane said while she poured the shots for everyone.

“Here,” Micro walked over to Jane and gave her a paper, “Congratulations, Jane. I have successfully killed you…” he paused and tucked his hands into his robe pockets. “You are now known as Nora Daniel.”

Jane took the papers in her hands and Frank nudged her to get her attention, “Nora, huh?” He smirked, “I like it…”

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Also, do you have any twd recs? I’ve read all of yours😭 -🧟

Uh, I haven't read any TWD in a hot minute lol but I love @baseballbitch116 @twdsunshine @twdeadfanfic @nikki082489 and I know there are others that I can’t think of right now but those, definitely! 

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I apologise for the ten million tags but all you wonderful people welcomed me into my Negan obsession and were lovely enough to interact and recommend blogs etc - I greatly appreciate that! 

I’ve had prompting from @twdeadfanfic to begin writing and posting so instead of bothering solely them, I get to bother all of you now! 

So alas, this baby writer will be posting to @ly-canthropewrites with a first fic been posted

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PS: Sorry if you are not interested, please feel free to ignore :)

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