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changing up my tracking tag out of respect to the other sierra using #usersierra. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Accountant (2016), The Punisher (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Braxton Wolff/Reader, Braxton/Reader Characters: Braxton Wolff, Christian Wolff, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Drama, Smut, Angst, Action, Mild Blood, Mild Gore, not too bad though, will I ever finish this fic?, probably not because no one talks about the accountant anymore, Jon Bernthal - Freeform, Rough Sex, Porn With Plot, The Accountant - Freeform, mention of suicide, there's only like one bit if you're triggered by that Summary:

The last thing Braxton Wolff thought he’d be doing today was killing all of his men, killing half of Moreno’s lackeys, and practically beating an old man into giving him his old pickup to make a messy escape. His nerves and reflexes are on high as he grips his blood stained gun with one hand, the other managing to stay in a single lane; much to his own shock that he’s actually capable of doing that at the moment.

He’s in the outskirts of Illinois now, and the first, coherent and rational thing that goes through his mind is: I gotta ditch this piece of shit. Or, the one where an ex-hitman comes into your life and changes it forever - and you're trying to decide if it was for the better or the worse.

HI I’M BACK AFTER A FUCKING LONG ASS HIATUS WITH A FIC FOR A CHARACTER THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT EXCEPT FOR JON BERNTHAL STANS!

anyways this definitely has a plot that could easily be turned into a full blown fic so! enjoy my loves and let me know if I should continue or not - here’s the link to the tumblr version of the fic, if you don’t have an AO3 account.

as always, please please PLEASE give me feedback because my attention craving ass loves a good comment.

love you all,

hey yall! im probably not going to be on here too much for a while. i’ve been really busy the last few days and i’m probably gonna get more busy as the school year progresses, i’m also not as comfortable as i was with writing a few months back. i’ve just kind of lost all drive for writing and i just don’t really see the point in it anymore like i did when i started writing at the beginning of sophomore year. i  don’t have the purpose or feel any fulfillment from writing anymore, so, depending where i’m at in a few months, this could become a permanent hiatus.