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wormdebut · 2 years ago

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Steve had been popular in high school, he never asked for it. He didn’t really want it, but he was the captain of the Swim Team and the Basketball team, he had happily coasted through the Hawkins High Show Choir Revolutionaires. (Blame Robin for that one, he didn’t know he would have to dance, which he did not like to do but he sang like a song bird thank you very much.)

Popularity just kind of came to him. He was in the GSA, which Robin had been the president of (she was also the choir president) and when he came out as bisexual his senior year, that kind of solidified his King of Hawkins throne. He and Robin had been Prom King and Queen of the class of 2019.

Robin thrived with it, but honestly? It burnt Steve out. So when he and Rob moved to Chicago to “expand their homosexual horizons”, thought courtesy of one Robin Buckley, Steve was happy to take a back seat and let her be the social butterfly she loved to be. Steve was happy just taking things a step and breath at a time. High school and the years following had moved so fast, it was nice to just listen to people and see things that he may not have had an opportunity to before.

Ever the codependent pair, they had gotten jobs together at an insurance office in the city. It was graphs, phone calls, and paper work but Steve didn’t mind it temporarily. They both had accepted the job with the intention of getting to their destination, neither Steve nor Robin were intending to keep the position with Murdock Insurance Agency.

It had been a few days since Steve had had his absolute shit rocked by the hot as fuck barista at the coffee shop he and Robin had decided to try,

“Steve, he liked you and their lattes were delicious can we please go back? You’re being just a little teensy bit irrational with this.”

“Robin he’s just so—he—oh my god, I can’t talk to him again.”

‘Talk? That’s a little generous Steve, I’m pretty sure you like, heavy breathed at him like Ghostface does on the phone in the Scream movies.”

“Oh come on Rob! He had just gotten through a super hot, sweaty, ridiculously sexy fi—“

“Steven Richard Harrington I am begging you to shut the hell up and go get us coffee on your lunch break, please. If not out of love, then due to the fact that you owe me for listening to whatever the fuck that just was.”

“Fine, okay, but if he’s there and I embarrass myself, you’re going to miss that experience, so sucks to suck.”

Robin laughed and waved as Steve made his way through the office floor, taking the elevator the few floors down to get to the exit in the lobby. It was nice weather, a little chilly, but nothing Steve wasn’t used to from Indiana. He would’ve put in effort if he knew he was potentially seeing Eddie the sexy ass barista today, but alas, all he could hope for was that his khaki pants and the olive green windbreaker on his back made him look decent enough.

The Daily Grind was surprisingly quieter than it had been the morning Steve and Robin met Eddie. He stepped inside and vaguely recognized the curly headed kid that had been with Eddie last.

The kid popped his head up from the register at the tingling sound of the bell above Steve’s head, “Welcome to—“ curly head cut himself off and his eyes doubled in size, “Oh my god you’re the guy! MAX” he yelled towards the back of the store, “Max! Eddie’s guy is here, right now! Oh my god he’s gonna be so mad.”

Eddie’s what? Steve blushed, and he wasn’t able to hide it, he was kind of overstimulated by the very loud greeting from this kid and was suddenly very confused by whatever was happening here, “Um hi?” Steve questioned more the greeted walking up to the register.

The kid smiled a toothy grin at Steve and stuck his hand out for him to shake, Steve didn't necessarily want to shake this strange little mans hand, but it was the polite thing to do, “I’m Dustin and this—MAX,” Dustin yelled again. Steve politely pulled his hand away, Dustin was so loud. Steve turned his head the direction Dustin had yelled and saw a red head pop her head out through the door.

“Christ Dustin What—“ Max turned her eyes to Steve and gave him the full once over. What was with kids these days? Were they all so loud and unapologetic? Jesus, Steve was clearly older than this girl and she was just full on ogling, “Well hello. I’m Max, it looks like you’ve met Dustin, you are?”

Steve went to speak, hoping the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t painfully present and showing his embarrassment on his face. He left Hawkins to get away from the spotlight, he wasn’t fond of having it forced upon him these days. “I-I’m—“

“Hes the guy that Eddie was telling you about? You know the dude he met after he cussed out Cappuccino Brenda?”

Steve really didn’t have much choice but to watch the exchange, no one had come in after him and these two seemed very distracted by Steve being here, so he just waited for them to finish talking…about him apparently.

Max’s eyes went wide “Oooh, Oh! Yes! Hi, what’s your name?”

She looked at him expectantly and Steve was so confused about this whole situation. His fairly impenetrable fortress of wall that he had built up over the King Steve of high school cracked just a little, and while King Steve loved most everybody, King Steve was also a bit of a bitch, “Oh do I get to speak now, instead of being spoken over?” He looked to the two baristas with a smirk and his hands found their way to his hips.

They both looked at him with eyes wide, out of the corner of her mouth Max said, “I thought you said he was shy?”

Dustin broke out in a goofy grin, “I like him.”

Steve huffed, “I’m seriously right here, what is even happening right now?” Steve dropped his hands from his hips and tried to rear in whatever pieces of him that had come lose, “I’m Steve, so what do I gotta do to get a couple medium lavender oat milk lattes?”

Dustin went to speak, but Max cut him off before he could, “Y’know what? They are totally on us, as long as you just give us your number for our new loyalty program.” Dustin looked at Max with an eyebrow raised.

Steve watched her wave him off toward the machines, and shrugged, “Okay? Sure.” Max tossed him a sticky note pad and a pen, he scribbled his number down, “Uh—Thanks Max, this has been great.”

She grabbed the notepad and hopped to the back with a two finger salute, “Catch ya later Pretty Boy.”

Steve gave a brief wave and shuffled over to Dustin, who smiled as he handed off the lattes, “Nice to officially meet you Steve! See you around.”

Steve offered a small smile and a brief thanks, before stepping back out onto the street, god. The Daily Grind was trip, every time.

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sjsmith56 · 4 months ago

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My Heart Is Yours - A Private Man, Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky returns to the house late, after being released through the work of his lawyers. Tracey stays over, sensing he needs help with anxiety.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky, Rebecca, Tracey, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Marie.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content (oral, f receiving, p in v). Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

Author notes: Things are heating up quickly but both Bucky and Tracey feel something that neither has felt before and want to jump in with both feet. Translations are from Google Translate.

<<Chapter 6

It was almost midnight when Bucky returned to the house, in the company of Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock. Rebecca was asleep in her reclining chair, having refused to go to bed until she knew Bucky was alright. Tracey was asleep on the couch. When the key was inserted in the door she sat up immediately and got up, rushing to Bucky, who held and kissed her. He next went to Rebecca's side and hugged her, stroking her hair while she cried at how frightened she had been for him. Then he turned to the two lawyers who followed him in.

"Sweetheart, this other man is Matt Murdock, Foggy's partner," said Bucky. "You should have seen him take on the lawyers who swore out the complaint against me. They had no choice but to release me."

She looked gratefully at the man with his white cane and dark glasses. "Mrs. Proctor, it's nice to meet you," he said. "Foggy has told me about you and Bucky. I'm glad I was able to help him today."

"Why did they arrest him, Mr. Murdock?" she asked. "He did nothing wrong."

"No ma'am, he didn't," said Murdock. "They were being very narrow minded in how they interpreted the Sokovia Accords in swearing out the complaint against Bucky and the judge agreed with me. I'm pretty sure they were doing it on behalf of someone or some organization that would like to have Bucky under their control."

"They tried to say that my intervening in the robbery was over reaching my rights as a private citizen to make a citizen's arrest," started Bucky.

"Which is complete nonsense," said Murdock. "There was no damage to life, limb, or property when Bucky took control of the situation. The fact he intervened successfully without bloodshed when three others left that employee in the lurch showed great restraint. Similarly the action he undertook today saved the man's life as he would have fallen well before the fire department arrived. Bucky only did what was necessary by getting the man into a safer position then they both waited to be helped down by the fire fighters."

"Why do you think the charges were laid?" asked Tracey, as she sat back on the couch, where Matt and Foggy were now situated.

Murdock took a bit of a breath. "That's something my partner and I are going to explore. In fact, we think there is something that the authorities are not being forthright about. Foggy here contacted the Army about Bucky's claim for back pay some time ago. At first they said it was still being considered with a decision to come soon, then suddenly last week a motion objecting to the application was filed. We were still waiting for an official reason for the motion but were told it was classified. I plan to be at their office first thing tomorrow morning to find out the reason and why it is classified."

"They think the dismissal and the charges are related," said Bucky. "Someone doesn't want to admit they were wrong, or maybe they're trying to get my pardon thrown out."

"They can't do that," stated Rebecca. "The pardon came from the President himself."

Murdock smiled. "You're right, Mrs. Proctor and that should not be reversible. Whoever is doing this does have power but we have the law. Bucky is a private citizen who has kept out of any sort of trouble since the Battle of Wakanda. Even though he was involved in the operation against the Flag Smashers no objection to that involvement was ever filed. He is gainfully employed and looks after you quite well from what I've heard." Murdock stood up with Foggy. "Now, it's getting late and I know Bucky has to be at work early tomorrow. We'll leave you with our assurances that we'll keep pushing to find out who is taking these measures. You have my promise on that."

Murdock stuck his hand out and Bucky shook it, as did Tracey and Rebecca who raised herself partway from the reclining chair to do it. Bucky saw the two lawyers out then came back inside.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," he said. "Did both of you get something to eat?"

Rebecca nodded. "Tracey made something for both of us. Bucky, you saw I walked. When I woke up I could hear the men outside say to get ready to take you down and I just couldn't stay in bed and let them. I don't know where the strength came from but I walked right to the end of the hallway."

He smiled and hugged his sister again. "I noticed. We'll have to tell the physiotherapist. The FBI agent was actually quite decent. He was just doing his job and I think he didn't want you to witness me getting hurt. He took the cuffs off in the SUV, saying he believed I was a man of honour." He looked at the clock. "It's late, you should be in bed, and Tracey should get home."

She shook her head. "I called my neighbour to feed Al. I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. Rebecca said she'll lend me a nightgown ... unless you want me to wear your dress shirt again."

A happy smirk was his answer and he lifted a smiling Rebecca up, carrying her into the bedroom. When he placed her on the bed Tracey said she would take care of getting her ready. He could hear their voices as they spoke in the bedroom and smiled at how close they already seemed. When Tracey came out to say that Rebecca was ready he followed her back to the bedroom while finishing off a second high calorie energy bar to compensate for not eating dinner. Tracey watched from the doorway as Bucky fixed the covers just so and smoothed his sister's hair. It had been one of the first things that attracted her to him, witnessing how gentle he was with Rebecca. After kissing his sister’s forehead and whispering he loved her he turned the light switch off, closing the door behind him. Tracey looked up at him in the dim hallway.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" He shook his head as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Rebecca was afraid but she was angry as well. It upset her to hear the officers in the back yard talk about you as if you were a dangerous criminal."

"I am dangerous," replied Bucky, as he walked back out to the living room to turn off the lights. "If I lost control I could easily take out a dozen of them. I just don't let go anymore because I could hurt someone really bad, or worse. HYDRA wanted me to be a killing machine and I have the strength and knowledge to do it still."

"Then why am I not afraid of you?" she asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes and wrapping her arms around his middle.

He smiled slightly and kissed her. "Because I'm not that man anymore. I was a champion boxer when I was a young man but I was a better lover. Maybe I'm trying to get back to that dynamic." Effortlessly Bucky lifted Tracey onto the kitchen counter, opening her legs to pull her close to his body. "I do want to get some sleep tonight."

"So do I," she answered, then ran her fingertips through his hair. "But sex is a great way to get rid of tension and anxiety.”

A beautiful smile crossed Bucky's face and he placed his hands on both sides of Tracey's face. Planting his lips on hers he kissed her seductively, toying with her tongue just enough to make her whimper. Then he picked her up to sit at his waist, stopping at the kitchen light switch to turn it off, then walking them both in the dark to his bedroom. As they walked Tracey pulled her shirt off and kissed him fiercely all the way through the doorway to his room. When he closed the door behind him he stood there enjoying how her skin felt against his hand and undid her bra. Holding her with his vibranium arm he unzipped his jeans with his other hand and wiggled out of them, prompting Rebecca to laugh a sultry laugh that immediately made him hard. She pulled his T-shirt off and wrapped her arms around his shoulders nuzzling his neck and collar bone. Gently he laid her down on the bed and unzipped her jeans, pulling them off. Then he laid on top of her and looked at her in the dark. He could tell by her breathing and her heart rate that she was definitely aroused, as was he. But there was something he wanted to say first and he swallowed nervously to get the courage to say it.

"Thank you for standing by me tonight," he said. "My first reaction to the arrest was to argue against it but when you came out of the bedroom it helped calm me. I'm so glad you were there."

"So was I," she replied.

"All I want is a quiet, normal life as a private man. Is that so much for some people to understand?"

"It shouldn't be," she replied. "They should see you like I just did when you're with Rebecca. You're one of the most gentle men I know."

Even in the dim glow of the night table light she could see him blush. "That's kind of you to say. You make me feel young again, and I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone since I was a younger man." A ragged breath came out of him. "I'm not asking you to move in or to make a formal commitment or anything. I just want to know if you feel like this could lead to something wonderful for both of us. Would you be part of it, something with me?"

"Are you proposing?" she asked, her eyes focused on him. "It's early for that, isn't it?"

He nodded shyly. Gently she put her hand on the side of his face. "If you asked real sweet like, I would move in tomorrow. I knew something wonderful was happening when you set the coffee date." Bucky kissed the palm of her hand. "My only fear is if I am enough for you. You're only the second man, not counting my lost night in the motel, that I've ever been with. That's not a lot of experience to get the full measure of a man but ...." She drew in her own ragged breath. "Right now I trust you more than any man I've ever known, including my own father."

As the tears came out onto her cheeks Bucky used his thumbs to wipe them away then kissed her gently. "Baby, don't cry." His voice was silky soft. "You're all that I want, ever. Look how beautiful you are, inside and out."

He buried his face in her neck kissing and mouthing the soft skin while she ran her hands down his back.

"I trust you as much as I trust Rebecca and Sam," he whispered. "I love you, Tracey. I know it's early to be feeling that way but I've never said that to anyone before and I mean it with all of my heart."

Raising his head he looked deeply into her eyes, seeing love reflected back at him. He didn't wait to hear the words returned back from her as he didn't need to hear it, not yet. As she ran her hand through his hair he understood that right now, touch was her love language. He accepted her touch, closing his eyes and softening his face as her fingers soothed him. Leaning on his right arm he ran his lips down her throat to her collarbone. Rubbing his metal thumb over her breast he felt her nipple pebble and lowered his mouth onto it, swirling his tongue around as her breathing increased in response. From there he pressed his mouth over her abdomen then nudged her panties with his chin. Tracey brought her hands down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down. He pulled them the rest of the way off and pressed them into his face.

"You smell so good, angel," he whispered. "If I were blind I would know you by your scent."

"Bucky," gasped Tracey as he buried his face into her folds, licking and probing with his tongue.

She bucked her hips up into him and he placed one hand on her abdomen steadying her as he gave her his all with just his tongue. Within moments he could feel her body quivering as she reached the edge then he slowly pulled away.

"Why are you stopping?" she whined softly. "I'm so close."

"I know, angel," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "I'll make it good, I promise."

Pulling his briefs off he ran his tip through the wetness that was spilling from her, spreading it over his cock, making him harder as his hand glided smoothly over the shaft. After adding some lubricant he guided himself in slowly, listening to her soft moans which grew louder the deeper he was in. When he bottomed out he began thrusting in a slow rhythm, pressing against her clitoris with each thrust. Gently he took her hands, placing them above her head, and holding them in place with his metal hand. Increasing his pace and force he watched her intently as they moved together. For Tracey it felt like he was splitting her in two but the sensation was so insanely pleasurable that she could hardly bear it. When she could manage it, she watched him just as intently, seeing every blink of his eyes, every flick of his tongue. When he pressed his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue deeply in she raised her hips into him and soon felt the quickening rush of her orgasm rip through her body. Bucky came just moments later, after he freed her hands. Together they rode the wave of the release finishing it with intense hungry kisses.

"You were right," whispered Bucky.

"About what?"

"I'm not feeling any anxiety right now," he answered, grinning mischievously.

She grinned back and ran her hand through his thick hair. "Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" she asked. "I'm kind of a mess down there."

"Go ahead," he said. "Do you want company? I promise to just shower. I have a nice shirt you can wear to bed."

She nodded and slipped out to the bathroom while Bucky brought clothes for both of them. He was as good as his word, taking just five minutes to shower, although he did wash Tracey's back. After leaving her in the shower, he dried himself, put clean boxer briefs and sweatpants on then went back to the bedroom to straighten the bed and pick up their clothes. When Tracey returned she wore one of his T-shirts that was big enough to come down to her mid thigh. Bucky pulled the covers back and she laid with her back into him so he could put his arm around her.

"I love how you smell," he whispered, after he turned the light off and spooned behind her, burying his face in her hair. "You would tell me if saying that was weird, right?"

Her smile was still there as she looked back at him, this man out of his time but so in tune with her. "It's not weird at all. It's all part of our body chemistry and I think we have amazing chemistry happening between us. Now, no more talk. It's after one and you have to be at the dock for when?"

"Seven," he answered. "Thank you for staying. I love you."

It was several minutes before he heard a faint whisper saying "I love you" back and her hand squeezing his that was on her waist. That night neither one of them had a bad dream.

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The touch of soft lips on Tracey's cheek woke her up and she opened her eyes to Bucky's smile as he leaned over her. Gently touching her face with his hand she put her hand on top of his and lifted it off, kissing his palm. He was already dressed for work and she could see it was quite light out.

"I just wanted to say goodbye before I left," he whispered. "Rebecca is still asleep. Amina is here already. I told her you stayed the night. She's happy for us. They all are. Apparently they saw things before we did."

"I'll get up now," she said softly. "I'll need to go to my place before I go to work." She looked down for a moment. "Did you mean what you said?"

"About loving you and wanting to make this something wonderful? Every word of it." He caressed her hair and face then kissed her again, sweetly. "My heart is yours."

She sat up as he wrapped his arms around her. His body heat came through his T-shirt layers and his clean smell filled her senses. Once more they kissed then he stood up and went to the door, looking at her once more before he left. There were goodbyes exchanged with Amina then the sound of the front door closing signalled his leaving. Getting out of the bed Tracey made it, then put her clothes on that she wore the day before. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of fresh coffee wafted towards her and she was grateful when Amina put a cup of it down in front of her as she came into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Tracey," said the Sudanese woman, her eyes sparkling. "Both you and Mr. Bucky have the look of people in love. We all hoped it would happen for you both."

"Thank you Amina," she replied. "It started out well, although I didn't plan on staying here last night."

"They showed it on the TV late news," said Amina, shaking her head. "So soon after he saved that man at the amusement park for someone to accuse him of breaking the Sokovian Accords just doesn't make sense. Was Mrs. Rebecca alright?"

"She is," answered Tracey. "She walked. Heard the police in the backyard discuss how they would take Bucky down and it energized her. Got out of bed herself and walked right to the end of the hallway. It was incredible."

"Mrs. Rebecca is a good and strong woman," said Amina. "Mr. Bucky cares about her so much." Her face brightened. "Now, let me make you some breakfast before you go."

"No, no, you're here to look after Rebecca," protested Tracey. "I have to go to my place, feed my cat and change for work. I'll eat there. I'm so glad the funding we applied for came through. Marie Peters told me all of you volunteers did wonderful work with Rebecca. Now you get paid for it and Bucky can be home for the nights, getting a proper sleep."

"And he'll be available to see you," smiled Amina. "Much easier to have a romance when you're not working night shift. Do you know that my brother-in-law got the night shift at the docks? Mr. Bucky worked with him on the weekends to improve his English language and taught him about the work he could expect to do. Helped him get qualified on a forklift. His first night will be tonight. He's very happy to finally be working and providing for his family."

"No, I didn't." Tracey shook her head with a smile. It would be just like Bucky to downplay his efforts to help someone. "I'm very happy for your brother-in-law. Now, I really must be going. Have a good day with Rebecca."

"Thank you, we will have a great day," replied the other woman.

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Tracey stepped out into the early morning sun and unlocked her car. Soon she was pulling into the parking garage of her apartment building and went up the elevator to her floor. When she opened the door Alley Cat was waiting in the hallway, with a glare that she knew wasn't good.

"I'm sorry," she said to the grey and white cat. "It was an emergency and I had to stay with Rebecca. By the time I could leave it was late and I wanted to stay there."

The cat turned around and sat with its back to her, making her smirk. She put some food out for him and went into the bedroom, picking out an outfit from the closet. Quickly she washed her face and moisturized it then applied her makeup. Coming out to the kitchen she poured some cereal and milk into a bowl, then ate it. She looked around her small apartment, her home ever since her husband left her.

The end of their relationship had been coming almost from the moment they married. In many ways she felt like Geoff thought he was obligated to marry her, being from a conservative family that prided themselves on their values, which included no sex before marriage. They met in her final year of nursing school, she a shy, quiet, and inexperienced girl, which she really was then. Even though she knew about reproduction from her studies she was totally clueless about having sex, how it should feel, what she should do. Geoff Russell, the hypocrite, was quite experienced, and expressed his disappointment with her responses to sex right from the start. She suspected he was cheating on her soon after their return from their honeymoon, when he told her his job required him to be on the road three weeks out of the month. When he was home they had sex but he was always making her feel like he was doing her a favour, and rarely did foreplay or after care. Her biggest takeaway from her marriage was how lonely she was, which didn't change after the divorce because of her introversion and shyness. At least, it didn't until she rang the doorbell at her new client's house and a beautiful man answered the door.

His eyes were like the ocean, his strong jaw and cheekbones were incredible to look at, and his thick dark hair just screamed to be touched. The final clue that she was interested was his physique made her desire his arms around her and his body on hers, a new feeling for her. His own introversion matched hers but she found a kindred spirit in him; someone who had been hurt in the past, who was lonely like her, and wanting a connection. As she thought of their first time together just two nights ago she had to squeeze her knees together to deal with the throbbing deep inside of her. What they did was incredible, gentle yet fierce, soft yet demanding, sweet but lustful, and she wanted more. Al rubbed against her leg and she looked down at the cat.

"I'm forgiven now, am I?" she asked, as she took another spoonful of cereal. "What do you think about moving? We could live in a house, with lots of windows, a back yard, trees, and a nice soft lap for you to sleep in. What do you say, Al? Should we not renew the lease and take a chance on a relationship with Bucky?"

Al gave out a strong meow and rubbed against her leg again. A yes, then. A feeling of anticipation mixed with a little bit of anxiety filled Tracey. It would be the most impulsive thing she had ever done, throwing caution to the wind to move in with Bucky. Her lease renewal was coming up in just over a month. If she locked herself in to another 12 month lease there would be a penalty to break it, unless she found someone to sublet it. But if she lived with Bucky and Rebecca (it would be both of them and rightly so) she wouldn't be alone any more, and she would share the bed of someone who made her feel desirable with just a single look. She took her phone out and looked at Bucky's number. Quickly she tapped out a text and looked at it for a moment then sent it.

>>Missing you already. I think I should live with you. Do you really want me?<<

She finished her cereal and was brushing her teeth when the response came.

>>More than anything. We'll work out the details at dinner. Inima mea este a ta.<<

She looked the phrase up on Google Translate and smiled when she saw it was Romanian for "my heart is yours." It's what he said in English to her before he left for work. Noting the time she got dressed and made sure everything was turned off before she left. Twenty minutes later she pulled into her parking spot at the public health office and grabbed her purse, pulling her ID lanyard out. Marie Peters was just getting out of her car at the same time.

"Well, there she is," said Marie warmly, putting an arm around Tracey. "How are you? How was the date?"

"I'm good and the date was wonderful," said Tracey. "Bucky's very much a romantic man. He cooked dinner, set up the back yard with pretty lights, and music. We danced after ...."

"And?"

"And I spent the night and stayed there last night as well," admitted Tracey, blushing. "It was the best weekend I've ever had."

Marie smiled fondly at her. "I'm glad to hear it. He is a gentleman and with that face I'm guessing the rest of him looked pretty good as well."

Tracey said nothing but did smile. They slid their ID cards into the reader and entered the building. Several other nurses had arrived and called out to Tracey, welcoming her back. The supervisor came out of her office and gestured to Tracey's desk where a covered floral arrangement waited for her to open the paper.

"These arrived for you about twenty minutes ago," she said. "I think you've made a conquest. The delivery person said he ordered them Friday, insisted it had to be delivered before you got here, and wrote the card himself."

Approaching her desk cautiously Tracey put her purse on top of the desk and unwrapped the opaque paper which covered the arrangement. There were at least two dozen roses of various sizes and colours arranged in a vase, in red, a deep red, almost burgundy colour, pale pink, or deep magenta tones. The other nurses crowded around with one of the younger ones looking up the meaning of the colours on her cell phone.

"The burgundy ones are for passion," said the younger nurse in awe. "The regular red is for true love, the pale pink for sweetness and femininity, the magenta are for appreciation and gratitude." She looked at Tracey with excitement. "He's totally in love with you."

There was a full sized envelope with the arrangement and Tracey plucked it out of its place. Inside was a beautiful card with a blue and green cover, saying Thinking of You. Inside the card in Bucky's beautiful handwriting was a message that he was glad she was back and for her to have a wonderful first day back at work. Bending over she smelled the flowers and smiled. In the few years of her marriage she never once received flowers from her husband. Bucky got her this before he even saw her, before she stayed over and before they said they loved each other. Swallowing, she tried to keep herself calm. This, what Bucky was doing, was new territory for her. She was being courted. As the other nurses dispersed back to their desks the supervisor stayed and put her hand on Tracey's shoulder.

"It was a good decision to remove yourself as his sister's nurse," she said with understanding. "This is a unique man, with deep feelings for you. Do you feel the same?"

Tracey nodded. "I do, very much," she said, in a low voice. "It's almost overwhelming but I know he's probably the man I've always dreamed about."

"Well, we're all very pleased for you," said her supervisor. "I truly hope he makes you happy."

Almost in a daze she sat at her desk and logged into her work computer. For the next hour she checked her client list and appointments, but was often distracted by the roses. She pulled her phone out and sent Bucky a text.

>>The flowers are beautiful and everyone thinks I'm a lucky woman. I agree. You are the only man for me.<<

The response was in Spanish. >>Eres mi amor hermosa<< She looked it up finding it meant "You're my beautiful love."

She smiled. >>How many languages do you know?<<

>>Many and I will tell you I love you in all of them<<

>>😊 I have to go to my first appointment. See you later, love.<<

>>I'm still not good at those emoji things. See you later, angel.<<

Checking her medical bag to make sure she had everything she needed Tracey downloaded her schedule onto her phone and said goodbye to everyone. She looked up at the blue sky as she walked to her car and felt happy, truly happy at how her life was going at this moment. That feeling lasted her the entire day.

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dinosaurwithablog · 6 months ago

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Howling Mad Murdock for President!!! That's my write in vote. I think that he'd do a better job. He couldn't do any worse, and he's a good guy, and his party is the A Team. They'd whoop everyone's ass into shape.

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justinspoliticalcorner · 7 months ago

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Sebastian Murdock at HuffPost:

Former President Donald Trump used the word “Palestinian” as a slur in reference to Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer (D-N.Y.) during a campaign rally on Friday. It’s the second time this week he’s used the word as a slur.

During his rally in Virginia, Trump said Schumer, who is Jewish, had “become a Palestinian.” “Look at a guy like Senator Schumer,” Trump said. “I’ve always known him, known him a long time. I come from New York, I know Schumer. He’s become a Palestinian. He’s a Palestinian now. Congratulations. He was very loyal to Israel and to Jewish people. He’s Jewish. But he’s become a Palestinian because they have a couple of more votes or something, nobody’s quite figured it out.” [...] During Thursday night’s debate between Trump and President Joe Biden, the two candidates briefly discussed the war in Gaza. Trump called into question Biden’s support for Israel, saying he “has become like a Palestinian.” “Actually, Israel is the one, and you should let them go and let them finish the job,” Trump said during the debate. ”[Biden] doesn’t want to do it. He has become like a Palestinian. But, they don’t like him because he is a very bad Palestinian. He is a weak one.”

Donald Trump has recently begun to use “Palestinian” as slur for politicians that don’t 100% give in to Israel lobby demands or give any concessions to Palestine, such as Joe Biden and Chuck Schumer.

Both Biden and Schumer have long had pro-Israel records, along with most of the Democratic Party.

Trump’s derogatory usage of “Palestinian” reveals that he is much more Israel-friendly than the already fairly pro-Israel Biden.

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HI. HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE YOU

this is a lovely coffee shop and i would like to order a (white) mocha for Mr. Matthew Murdock, please (i know that’s not technically on the menu but every time i go get coffee irl i get a white mocha so i thought i would toss it in)

i love you TOO oml hi Vi welcome to my establishment. lucky for you, we have a special deal on white chocolate mochas!! for the low, low price of free, i'll whip up your drink, AND make it a large for ya :)

Your eyes traced over the lines of Matt's features while you sketched on your drawing pad. Deep graphite coated the grey paper in the peaks and valleys of your lover's face.

Dark brown eyes set under a pronounced brow bone, sloped nose that curved in just the right way, high cheekbones, plump lips that looked awfully kissable, wavy hair falling over his forehead and tangling in his full brows, peppering of stubble along his sharp chin.

You couldn't believe how lucky you were. This absolute stunner sitting next to you was yours. Irrevocably and entirely. You were who he fell asleep with every night, legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other. You were who he had coffee with every morning, the rejuvenating beverage brewed specially by him. And you were who he would go to when in need, whether it be to stitch him up or to comfort him after a particularly bad day.

"How's it looking?" his low voice rumbled. Matt had been sitting perfectly still for you while you were sketching him. Eyes relaxed as they stared off into space, light smile stretched across his mouth, dimples only slightly digging into his cheeks.

"I would ask your opinion, but I don't think we'd get very far," you replied. He met the comment with a quiet laugh, chest bouncing against the side of your knee. You were leaning on the arm of the couch with your legs draped over his lap.

"I'll trust your judgement," he said softly. His warm hand continued in its lazy pattern of rubbing up and down your leg. You hummed contentedly.

"Then it's looking great. Just like you."

i luv u vi i would die for you

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4475 (chapter 52)

52. Dogs to a Gunfight

"Page? Karen Page? I need to see her." You say, making your way towards one of the interrogation rooms in the police station, coming face to face with more officers than you can count.

At least four tall figures loom over you, scrutinizing your every move. Despite feeling slightly intimidated, you hold your ground. "What's the matter, ma'am?" The tallest one, sporting a long beard, questions.

"Lawyer business. She's my colleague."

"I.D.?" His accent is thick; he's probably from England or even Scotland.

"What is this, are you holding the president himself? Come on." You open your briefcase, fully packed with documents and your personal belongings, struggling to find your purse stuck at the bottom of it, under some folders. As you retrieve your I.D., the whole hallway of officers is now looking at you, hands resting on their belts, ready to grab their guns if you were to pull out something other than a document. You calmly hand the bearded officer your I.D. and wait for him to let you through.

"30? You don't look a day older than 26."

You furrow your eyebrows, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion at the comment. "Thanks, I guess," you say hesitantly. "Can I go in now?"

"Yeah, sure." He steps aside, with the other three officers, giving you the document back.

The doors fly open and Karen jumps in her seat, but then recognizes you and immediately sighs. "Oh, it's you, thank God."

"Karen, what's-" She knocks the air out of your lungs, embracing you tightly. You hesitate at first, but then wrap your arms around her, hugging her back. "Are you okay?"

She pulls back, quickly wiping a tear from her cheek, "Yeah, yeah. I'm alright."

"I'm not." Grotto clears his throat, bringing all the attention to himself. "That freak almost killed me yesterday."

"Could you please elaborate on the situation, Mr. Grotto?" You take the information sheet from Karen, swiftly scanning through her notes. "I'm new to your case."

"Where's Murdock and that other? Who are you?"

"Your lawyer, Mr Grotto, get used to it." Your face becomes expressionless and blank as if you've turned off all your emotions. You did this intentionally; clients always need that coldness for reassurance.

Foggy enters with a fresh wave of air, but alone, happy to see you with Karen.

"The paperwork's almost done and Brett's gonna be in in a minute." Karen is the first to speak, gently moving away from Foggy. He greets you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Where's Murdock?" Grotto asks again, not sparing a glance in your direction.

Foggy sits next to you clearing his throat. "He took a sick day." A sick day? First, he's not answering your calls, and now a sick day? You look at Foggy, confused but say nothing. Not the time. "You told us the Irish were attacked by a whole gang of guys. I'm pretty sure the word you used was "army." You want to tell me why I'm now hearing this is all being done by one man?"

"Look, I didn't know you guys were-"

"Who does he work for?" This time Foggy left his soft side at home, and you're happy about it.

"I got no idea!"

"Well, what do you know?" You ask, studying Grotto. He's scared, twitchy and aware of every sound that reaches his ears, like a guard dog protecting his bone.

"I know he's a sociopath, that's what. I mean, yeah, fine I heard the rumors, okay, but I didn't think I thought it was ridiculous, okay? Ten, or 20 guys could be mowed down at a time. And with precision? You know, tactically. Every hit was like some kind of SEAL Team 6. Then people started saying it was one guy doing all that. One man? I thought it was a ghost story." He takes a deep breath, focusing on Karen. "Some campfire shit you tell freshies to make 'em crap their pants. But now... You saw. That guy was the Grim Reaper." Karen's face tones down a shade.

"Mr. Grote, I'm Sergeant Mahoney. Got some clothes here for you." Mahoney comes inside, carrying an orange uniform.

"What? Am I arrested?" Grotto's eyes widen at the prison clothes, disappointment in his lawyers rising.

"Just protective custody until we can figure out WITSEC."

"Why the peel?"

"Or stay in the gown with your ass hangin' out, - I don't care." Mahoney answers, visibly drained from last night, and annoyed. "We pulled the security footage from the hospital. I've got ten men going over it right now."

"Any leads?" You ask, hopeful for this shit to end quickly.

"I was hoping you had something. Let's let him change. You two wanna step outside with me for a sec? Now, the DA's office is sending someone over to talk you through Witness Protection options."

"Today?" Foggy asks nervously, he didn't feel ready to face anyone from the District Attorney's office.

"Yeah, right now. And listen, take whatever deal they offer, okay? You don't wanna mess with this psycho." Mahoney walks up to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"So you do have a lead." Karen walks up behind you. You're eager to find out what happened to Matt, and your hand instinctively grasps the cross around your neck.

"I ever tell you what Clemons used to say? Gotta treat witnesses like mushrooms." Mahoney takes a sip, and continues, "Feed 'em shit, and keep 'em in the dark. That scum's on a need to know."

"So fill us in. Who's bankrolling this guy? Who does he work for?" Foggy leans forward to hear Mahoney better.

"The DA's office says the shooter's independent. Vigilante type, targeting different crime families. And not in a ...a Daredevil way. In a Death Wish way."

You instantly get uncomfortable upon the mention of Daredevil. Great, another vigilante. Just exactly what this city needed.

"Holy shit."

"Daredevil kicks ass, this whole city cheers like we just won the World Series. But this guy? He does it, and the streets get bloody. Makes everybody stop and think twice about the whole 'hero' proposition."

"Well, what do you think?" You ask, curious about how Mahoney feels about city's vigilantes, one in red particularly.

"The whole force is split. Some cops want him off the street, others think he's making our jobs a whole lot easier. But if you ask me, it's only a matter of time before the wrong person gets caught in the crossfire." You nod slowly to Mahoney's words, agreeing; it was a blessing just as much as it was a curse.

"Yeah, you put it that way, I guess copycats were inevitable." Foggy sighs.

"No, it's not the first, just the latest. Yeah, we call them 'Devil Worshipers.' Nutjobs inspired by the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Shit, most of 'em are just ineffectual idiots, but this guy, in all my years on the force, I've never seen anything like him." Mahoney leaves you three standing in a complete silence.

***

"Shit, it's not an assistant, it's the actual DA." You nudge Foggy with your elbow when you notice a tall woman making her way down the corridor.

"That's Reyes?" Karen looks at the two of you confused.

"In all her defense-attorney-destroying glory. How do I look?" Foggy turns to face the two of you, adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his long hair. He desperately needed a decent haircut.

"Uh, semi-professional." Karen jokes, but Foggy's fallen face tells you that he took it to the heart. "No, Foggy, I'm kidding."

"You'll be fine." You tap him on the shoulder, fixing your slick back ponytail.

"Okay." Foggy squeezes a tight smile at you.

"Are they the ones that brought in Grote?" Reyes asks with authority in her voice, making every officer in this part of the station stop in their tracks and listen.

"Um, Franklin Nelson, of Nelson and Murdock," Foggy says with a hesitant smile as he extends his hand, but Reyes doesn't reciprocate the gesture. "This is my associate, Karen Page, and my colleague, Y/N Y/L/N," he adds, gesturing towards you with a nod of his head.

As she catches sight of you, her face lights up with recognition, eyes squinting as she looks on you, but Reyes doesn't verbally acknowledge it. Instead, she instructs the officers, "I want you to get Mr. Grote ready for transport."

"Excuse me, but, transport where, exactly?" Foggy starts panicking.

Reyes turns to her assistant, Tower, "Once he's in our custody, I want you to personally handle all the arrangements."

"Just to put it out there, our client's already given us a list of his conditions." Foggy interrupts, and you bite the inside of your cheek when Reyes makes a face at Foggy's comment; the kind of face one would use on a kindergartener who asked something as stupid as 'why people can't fly?'

"Mr. Nelson, have you ever negotiated a witness protection agreement?"

"Well, speaking for my firm, I can attest that we're all very fast learners," Foggy speaks again, and you can only watch him fall even further in her eyes.

"The District Attorney appreciates your efforts, but our office will be handling the case from here." One look from Reyes, and Tower is already kissing her butt. Typical career chaser.

"Excuse me. Grotto is our client." You insert yourself in the conversation, earning a laser-like look from Reyes, "We asked for your help, not for you to turn things around however you want, Ms Reyes."

"And it would be in Mr Grote's best interest for you to recuse yourselves so he can bring in a legal team with more expertise." Tower's eyes bore into yours.

While you two briefly engage in a staredown, Karen mutters under her breath with a slight chuckle, "You mean someone you can push around."

"We had enough expertise to handle Wilson Fisk." Foggy puffs his chest, boasting.

"I'll say this once, Mr. Nelson." Reyes begins, "If, God willing, your firm doesn't collapse under the weight of the chickens and the fruit baskets you've been collecting from your indigent clientele, there will come a time when you need to ask a favor of the District Attorney's office. And depending on how this situation resolves, that favor will either be forthcoming or permanently withheld. Am I making myself clear? "

"Of course." Foggy utters quickly, obviously crapping his pants.

"Hang on," You gesture with your hands, smiling, "so, just to wipe the dust from my quite recent Master's diploma, as someone who represents the government, Ms Reyes, you surely act biased, am I correct?" Tower and Reyes both similarly raise their eyebrows, "I mean, what's it for the government if a law firm like us with all of our fruit baskets and chickens collapses or not? What, if I was still in Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz, I wouldn't have to go through all this crap, when there's an active psycho shooter on the loose who wants to kill our client, right?"

"You know what y/n?" Foggy turns to you, hiding his grin, "I just remembered, that local DA's don't have jurisdiction over the witness protection program. That's solely determined by the U.S. Attorney's office, a.k.a. the Feds, who are probably just as douchey as you are, but at least they can deliver on their promises and their threats. Since this really isn't working out between us, maybe I should just deal with them directly."

"I happen to know a few feds actually, let me make a call-" You pull out your phone, meanwhile Reyes grasps your wrist and lowers it.

"Hang up. What do you want?"

"I'd be careful with hands, after all we're in a police station." You continue smiling, watching how Reyes's fingers leave your skin.

"As I see it, the District Attorney's office would like to receive credit for any arrests that arise from Mr. Grote's testimony. And my client, on the other hand, could definitely use the enthusiastic endorsement of the New York DA when entering in his witpro agreement. In either case, he'll be requiring legal representation, which will be provided by the law firm of Nelson and Murdock. To put it in layman's terms - cut the shit, lady. You're dealing with us." Foggy's self-confidence is going through the roof and you couldn't be any more prouder than you are right now, watching Reyes and Tower's crestfallen faces, after someone finally put them in their places.

"Oh, that was amazing!" Karen exclaims as soon as Reyes disappears out of earshot.

"That was just round one."

***

"So, what happened?" You ask Karen when she steps outside to get some fresh air and finds you sitting on a bench in front of the station, smoking.

"Uh, apparently that crazy guy with a gun is called the Punisher now." She sits next to you, exhaling loudly.

"Huh, everyone's got a fancy name now. What about Grotto?"

"Reyes wants to wire him and meet some drug dealer called Brass so they could get more on the Punisher."

"Well, shit." You sigh, watching the smoke evaporate from your cigarette into the gray sky. "It rarely ends well with the wires. That's basically a death sentence to Grotto."

"What do you mean?"

"Most of the time people with wires are not lucky because they're too nervous, sweating, avoiding eye contact or touching their chest, because the wire starts feeling itchy, and it's easy to notice, especially if a person has experience in illegal stuff. Drug dealers are very careful, mainly when it's a simple meeting, or they know that someone they're meeting has been arrested or lawyered up. It's a simple thing really, but the adrenaline of the situation is out of Grotto's control." You're met with Karen's wide eyes, so you shrug "my dad was a cop. Many failed missions."

"This can't be it, right? There has to be a solution, somehow we can turn the situation around."

"I wouldn't stress myself about someone like Grotto that much. I know how scary it must've felt in that hospital, but Grotto brought this on himself, and if that man is out for revenge, we're not gonna stop him with a simple witness protection, and neither will Reyes. She's practically using him as bait to lure the big fish."

Karen lowers her head, looking at the ground, shoulders slumped with defeat. "You're staying here?"

"Yeah, gotta talk with Mahoney. You're going back to the office? I want you to send these back to-"

You're about to reach for a folder in your briefcase, when Karen shakes her head, "Um, not really. I'm going elsewhere before, don't wanna lose the documents."

"Alright, doesn't matter," you stand up, dropping the remains of your cigarette on the ground. "See you later?"

"Yeah, probably."

You leave Karen sitting alone and slowly stroll towards the station, hopeful to not cross paths with Reyes or her puppy Tower, but it wouldn't be a fucked up day without things you dread the most coming true next to the coffee machine.

"Had a nice break, Miss Y/l/n?" Reyes asks when you come face-to-face with her in the lobby.

"Yeah, I did." You press a 'coffee with milk' button on the machine, "did you manage to fuck things up for us?"

"I would be careful with that mouth of yours, y/n." Reyes's voice becomes threateningly low.

"I'm done sugarcoating things, District Attorney. You put him on a deathbed simply because you think working with smaller firms is a waste of time. If you actually manage to catch the Punisher with our client as bait, you'd get all the glory and all the votes for the next election, right?"

"You think you can see through me, but the truth is, you can't see past your nose, y/n. I know a lot about you that might be a big push out of your seat; I mean, a client getting killed in your arms is enough to excuse you, but all the times you were involved with Daredevil?" She scoffs a low laugh, "I am keeping a close eye on you."

You swallow some harsh words, and offer a tight-lipped smile, "Glad to be such an important part of your busy life, D.A." You grab your coffee, excusing yourself from Reyes's presence before you lose your temper in a police station of all places.

***

Matt was in a state of distress as his ears were filled with a piercing, agonizing ringing sensation. The discomfort was so intense that it felt like a sharp needle was being driven into his brain while a deafening church bell reverberated in his ear simultaneously. It was an overwhelming experience to be deprived of not just one, but two of his most vital senses. While Matt had grown accustomed to living without one sense, the sudden loss of hearing felt like a terrifying nightmare. Frightening thoughts raced through his mind, with the fear that this deafness might be permanent, but just as quickly as it appeared, the feeling dissipated. Amidst the confusion and shattered glass, there was nothing else left; nothing new.

He still hasn't called you back. He kept replaying the "love you" part in his head over and over again. You must be at the station with Foggy and Karen, and he didn't want to disturb you. If anything, he'll call back in the evening, ask you to come over, and fall asleep with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers in his hair, and you, telling him about your day and how you three got Grotto into the witness protection.

Maybe that guy's bullet hit him harder than Matt initially thought. None of these events were part of Matt's plans for the evening, as he had a significant amount of Daredevil business to attend to. At times, Matt longed to establish his own identity, separate from the complexities of leading a clandestine double life. With each passing day, the persona of the devil drew Matt deeper into this vigilante shit, making it increasingly challenging for him to maintain his true self, to exist solely as Matt Murdock.

A knock on his door interrupts Matt's thoughts. He slowly navigates the corridor and, when the knocking persists, yells, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Hey." Karen greets first.

"Hey. Sorry, you startled me." Matt's voice is low and uncertain.

"I didn't mean to." Karen apologizes, immediately regretting her decision to come here.

"Come in."

"Uh, sure?"

"Of course." Matt lets Karen inside and closes the door. "I, uh I heard what happened."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She says, voice wavering, " No, uh, actually, I'm I'm barely holding on. I really don't enjoy being used for target practice."

"Come here." He extends an arm towards Karen's body and engulfs her in a brief hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

"How about you?"

"Uh, me, yeah, I'm fine." He lies. He's been lying too much recently.

"Hair of the dog that bit you?" Karen gently kicks a piece of broken glass, watching Matt walk towards the kitchen aisle.

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like."

"What does it look like?" Karen is met with a stone-cold poker face and quickly apologizes. "Sorry. No, I don't mean to pry. I just... I worry about you a little bit-"

"No need. There's no need to worry."

"Yeah, you know that doesn't help, right? You, denying that there's anything wrong."

"Karen, let's not-"

"No, I... How many times can I hear that you fell down the stairs, - or you walked into a door?"

"Well, you know, I'm blind." Matt deadpans, only to be met with a counterargument.

"And you know that I'm not an idiot." Matt huffs loudly in response. "Okay, um Let's say this. When, or if, you ever feel like you can tell me what's really going on with you I promise that I'm here. Is that a deal?"

"That is a deal. Now, what can you tell me about the meeting with the DA?"

"Yeah, um, it's... Where to begin? Um. Reyes showed up." Karen sits on the sofa.

"Personally?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Any idea why?"

"Well, uh, it wasn't to bask us in the warmth of her personality, I can tell you that."

"Yeah, Reyes wouldn't buy a pack of gum if it didn't move her political career forward."

"Well, she wants him on a wire. She's got him set up for a meeting with some big fish in the mob named Brass."

"And are they gonna protect Grotto?"

"Yeah. Foggy and y/n made sure of it." Karen notices Matt's expression softening. " But he's scared shitless over this psycho shooter, Matt, and I can't say that I blame him. Reyes even used it for leverage. She called him 'the Punisher'."

"What do they know about him?"

"That he's very scary, but I could have told you that. So whatever they know about him downtown, they're keeping it to themselves."

"All right, well, that's where we start." Matt rises from his seat, making his way towards Karen, "We need to put together a file, a thorough one. Find out who this guy is, and what makes him tick."

"Great."

"You think, uh you think he's crazy?" Matt asks.

"Uh, the Punisher? No. I think he was inevitable."

"Inevitable? How so?" He draws his eyebrows together, confused.

"Maybe... maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is-"

"There's no connection." Matt's answer comes flying immediately, and now it's Karen who's confused.

"Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practised vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them."

Matt crosses his arms in defence. "There's a difference."

"Well, I don't see it. Not anymore." Karen's voice rises slightly.

"Yeah, well Daredevil never killed anyone."

"Well, not that we know of."

There's something about this city that makes good people want to shoot their way out of bad situations."

"You think this 'Punisher' could be a good person?" Matt is amazed at Karen's train of thought.

"No. No, I'm just saying he could be any one of us. I'm gonna get back to Foggy. You know he hates prepping cases alone."

"Right. What about y/n? She won't help you?" Matt makes the situation even more awkward by asking about you, but he just couldn't help himself.

"She's probably gonna still be at the station."

"What for?"

"I don't know Matt, you can just call her." Her words come out harsher than she wanted, so she quickly adds, "if you need anything at all-"

"No, I won't." He answers quickly.

"You just let us know, okay?" Karen hurries to get to the door before Matt.

"Okay, thanks. Thank you for coming around."

Karen turns around in the doorway, standing only a step away. Matt feels the change in the air and slightly backs away. "Wait, Matt, I, um... We care about you. You're worth keeping around."

Matt only nods, and Karen's high heels are already ringing in the corridor.

***

You return to the temporal station, crossing paths with Reyes in the corridor again. When you step inside, Foggy is giving a lecture to Grotto. "Whoa, who's this accordion-selling fella?" You say, noticing the ugly white shirt that Reyes gave to Grotto, causing him to grimace at your comment. "Reyes almost burned me with her laser eyes."

"This is not a deal you walk away from." Foggy ignores your blabbering and continues.

"Not alive, no." Grotto rolls his eyes.

"You get them Brass and they get you away from the psychopath hunting you." Karen adds.

"It ain't just him. What if it's Brass puts a bullet in me? What if the Irish got wind I'm doing this?"

"They didn't. When Fisk went away, so did a lot of corrupt cops. No one's palms are getting greased anymore." Karen tries to provide a little bit more comfort. "We're getting you out. Clean."

"Doesn't feel like getting out. Feels like getting in. Deeper than before."

"No, you're not. Grotto, this is your second chance."

"Just don't say anything incriminating, you'll be fine." You add from your seat, from where you were already scrolling on your phone.

"You serious? Is she serious?" Grotto panics again, and Karen is the one to calm him again.

"She's joking, don't mind her."

"You're covered. That's why we're here." Foggy waves a folder, "These are your orders for witness protection. The golden ticket."

"It's, uh, legally binding until midnight." Karen reminds Grotto.

"Upon which, if not executed, they turn into the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." Foggy jokes, earning a chuckle from you.

"What?"

"It's time, let's go." Tower marches in to take Grotto away, giving you a dirty look.

***

"Where did he go?" You ask, watching the white shirt Grotto disappear around the corner.

"Overwatch positions, check in by the numbers." The guy in front of you says into the microphone of his headpiece, and you feel your heart sinking in.

"What exactly is an 'overwatch position'?" Foggy asks Reyes, confused.

"Let the police do their job." The latter cuts, and you rise from the chair, face already without color."

Karen walks up to Reyes's computer and pulls away her headpiece. On the other side of the wire, you can clearly hear policemen talking, "Charlie three is set. Clear fields of fire in sectors one and five. Over. Charlie four is set." Reyes puts the headphones back in, annoyed.

"You're waiting for him." You say, feeling a lump in your throat rising.

"You're using my client as bait for the Punisher?" Foggy catches up with you.

"Probably the first useful thing your client's ever done in his life." Reyes scoffs.

"Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun suing you. Whatever it is that you have planned here for tonight, it ends now. We're getting Grotto out." Foggy stands up, angry and annoyed.

"Target is inbound! Target is inbound!" A voice from Tower's walkie-talkie shouts, and on the screen, you notice a white truck speeding into the parking lot.

"It's a trap, get everyone out now!"You say, before noticing two figures fighting in the distance.

"Take the shot!" Reyes shouts while Foggy mutters 'no'.

"It's him... And daredevil." You mumble, not able to pull your eyes away from the screen. As both of them disappear, Foggy abruptly stands up and runs out, leaving you and Karen with Reyes in the room.

"Ah what the hell!" Karen exclaims, angry. You only shake your head in disappointment. What else was there left to do?

#matt murdock #bound by law #marvel daredevil #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #netflix daredevil #matts superhearing complicates things for you #daredevil #lawyers #marvel #frank castle #the punisher

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aew-kun-age-regression · 2 years ago

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-Marvel Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wanda & Caregiver!Vision

Caregiver!Natasha Romanoff

Caregiver!Stephen Strange

Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Caregiver!Bruce Banner

Caregiver!Thor Odinson

Caregiver!Scott Lang

Caregiver!Peter Quill

Caregiver!Clint Barton

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Caregiver!Gwen Stacy (Across the spiderverse)

Spiderman themed Moodboard

Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Pavitr Prabhakar + Little!Miles Morales

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Caregiver!Steve Rogers

Caregiver!Stucky

Caregiver!Hobie Brown + Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Guardians of the galaxy

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Regressor!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter B Parker

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara

Caregiver!Tony Stark

Caregiver!Mobius + Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Mobius

Regressor!OB (Loki Series)

Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Victor Timely + Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

Caregiver!MJ + Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Clint Barton StimBoard

Regressor!Hercules (Comics)

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Old King Loki (Comics)

Caregiver!Mobius (W/ Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr & Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Flip!Pavitr Prabhakar (Fox Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) StimBoard

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Matt Murdock StimBoard

Caregiver!Frank Castle StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wilson Fisk W/ Regressor!James Wesley

Daredevil Inspired MoodBoard

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes

Caregiver!Helmut Zemo

Regressor!Kate Bishop StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Stucky, Platonic!Peter x Little!Reader (Loud..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (It's slippy..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (What was your favourite part?)

Caregiver!Winterwidow x Little!Reader (Snow!?)

Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Test..)

Caregiver!Platonic!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Babysitter - Part 2 to "Loud..")

Caregiver!Clint Barton x Little!Kate Bishop x Little!Reader (Brave)

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (TV and Cuddles)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock x Little!Reader (Something's different..)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock, Caregiver!Frank Castle x Little!Reader (Talk to stuffies...)

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson X Little!Reader (Mummy or daddy..?)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) x Little!Reader (Stimming is cool!!)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) X Little!Pavitr Prabhakar (Tea Parties!!!)

Headcannons

Caregiver!Charles Xavier Headcannons

Caregiver!Matt Murdock Headcannons

Caregiver!Bruce Banner Headcannons

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Headcannons

Caregiver!Steve Rogers Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ How He Discovered Age Regression, Age Range, Favourite Agere Gear/Items, Favourite Thing To Wear And Something Unexpected About His Regression

Caregiver!Matt Murdock W/ Teaching Regressors Different Languages

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara Headcannons

Caregiver!Frank Castle Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ If Their Regression Is Voluntary Or Involuntary

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson Headcannons

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Mama Bear Foggy Nelson

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Caregiver!Frank Castle Thoughts

Playlists

Art

Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar

DNI Banner

Original 6 Avengers

Hobie, Gwen, Miguel, Miles and Pavitr

President Loki

Matt Murdock, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff and Yelena Belova

Sam Wilson

Mobius

Old King Loki

Daredevil

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Paci Icon

Miles Morales

Steve Rogers

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Mobius

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw littlespace #little space #sfw little post #agere little #aewlittlerambles #fanfics #fanfiction #sfw little community #aewmasterlist #marvel agere #marvel x reader #marvel #across the spider verse agere #atsv agere

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alilixx · 2 years ago

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fanfic characters x reader

I would also write fanfics about the actors (they are mostly the ones playing the characters on the list)

Here is my list:

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Character I'm not sure I do:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Fantastic Beasts:

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Minerva McGonagall

Lord Percival Graves

Hogwarts Legacy:

Phineas Nigellus Black

Sebastian Sallow

Aesop Sharp

Mirabel Garlick

Ominis Gaunt

Grand Theft Auto:

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Franklin Clinton

Niko Bellic

Steve Haines

Lester Crest

Agent 14

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Tsunade

Jiraya

Minato Namikaze

Gaara

Tobirama Senju

Senju Hashirama

Inuzuka Hana

Mitarashi Anko

Darui

Kushina Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Uchiha Shisui

Yujito Nii

Ôtsutsuki Indra

Ôtsutsuki Asura

Uchiha Obito

Mei Temurî

Boruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Mitsuki

Kawaki

Boruto Uzumaki

Konoha-Maru Sarutobi

Sakura Haruno

The Devil Wears Prada:

Serena

Miranda Priestly

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Utahime Iori

Masamichi Yaga

Inumaki Toge

Okkotsu Yûta

Sheko Ieiri

Yuki Tsukumo

Uraume

Toji Fushiguro

Gong Shi Woo

Atsuya Kusakabe

Ieri Shôko

Zenin Mai

Zenin Maki

Choso

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Mei Mei

Kento Nanami

Assassination Classroom:

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Koro Sensei (human)

One piece:

Shanks

Portgas D.Ace

Don Quijote Doflamingo

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji Vinsmoke

Coby

Trafalgar Law

Sabo

Marvel:

Agatha Harkness

Hela

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Scott Lang

Shang Chi

Stephen Strange

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Wenwu

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Amenadiel

Charlotte Richards

Aurora (Rory) Morningstar

Michael

Sandman:

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

Johanna Constantine

Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki

Sousuke Aizen

Kuchiki Buyakuya

Coyote Stark

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Ashley Graham

Ethan Winters

Carlos Oliveira

Helena Harper

Rosemary Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Dr House:

Dr Gregory House

Dr Lisa Cuddy

Dr James Wilson

Dr Alissa Cameron

Dr 13

Two and a Half Men:

Charlie Harper

Walden Schmidt

Judith Harper

Jenny

Politicians:

Emmanuel Macron (French President)

Gabriel Attal (French Prime Minister)

Mathieu Maucort (French Interministerial Delegate)

Jordan Bardella (European Deputy and French President of the RN)

Volodimir Zelensky (Ukranian President)

Justin Trudeau (Canada Prime Minister)

I'M NOT TALK ABOUT MY POLITICAL PARTY OR WHETHER I SUPPORT THEM OR NOT!!! ONLY FOR PHYSICS HUH

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Captain Phasma

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Valorant:

Chamber

Viper

Reyna

Omen

La Casa De Papel:

Berlin

El Professor

Suárez

My Hero Academia:

Dabi

Shota Aizawa

Nemuri Kayama

Todoroki Shôto

Toga Himiko

Shimura Nana

Chisaki Kai

Attack on titan:

Hanji Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Mikasa Ackerman

Pirates of the caribbean:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Mrs. Lovett

Judge Turpin

The Witcher:

Geralt Of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Kaamelott:

Arthur Pendragon

Léodagan

Bohort

Yvain

Gauvain

Ygerne

Elias de Kelliwic’h

Spy X Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Castlevania

Dracula

Leon Belmont

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Richard Belmont

Tera

Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton

Michael Schmidt

Vanessa Shelly

Satsuriku no Tenshi

Isaac Foster

Haikyuu!!

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Tetsurō Kuroo

Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED

Daisuke Kambe

Haru Katou

Ryo Hosino

Owari no Seraph

Guren Ichinose

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ferid Bathory

Crowley Eusford

Kureto Hiragi

Shinya Hiragi

Horn Skuld

Chess Belle

Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records

Glenn Radars

Sistine Fibel

Celica Arfonia

Albert Frazer

Domestic na Kanojo

Hina Tachibana

Rui Tachibana

Masaki Kobayashi

Reiji Kiriya

My new boss is Goofy

Shirosaki Yusei

Mitsuo Aoyama

Kinjo Aigo

Buddy Daddies

Kugi Kyûtarô

Suwa Rei

Kurusu Kazuki

Unasaka Misaki

Other characters

Sakata Gintoki from Gintama

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones by Gwendoline Christie

Hans Gruber from Die Hard by Alan Rickman

Sinclair Bryant from Close my eyes by Alan Rickman

Miranda Hilmarson from Top of the Lake by Gwendoline Christie

Charlie Harper from My Uncle Charlie by Charlie Sheen

Isaac Foster from Angels of Deaths

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Cereza from Bayonetta

Leonora Lesso from School for Good and Evil by Charlize Theron

Elaine Markinson from Gringo by Charlize Theron

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal by Mads Mikkelson

Miss Perergrine from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Particular Children by Eva Green

Joel Miller from The Last Of Us by Pedro Pascal

Mr.Cat from Kaeloo

Marc from Le Flambeau by Jonathan Cohen

John Wick from John Wick’s movies by Keanu Reeves

Joe Goldberg from You by Penn Badgley

Crowley from Good Omens by David Tennant

Max Black from 2 Broke girls by Kat Dennings

Tobias from Ghost

#harry potter #severus snape #hermione granger #draco malfoy #howgarts #the witcher #sweeney todd #alan rickman #ghost #young royals #john wick #five nights at freddy's #good omens #the last of us #hannibal #miss peregrine imagine #zelda #others #etc

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