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summary || matt is so overcome by the smells of last night that he has to have you again, with you leaving for work he uses something of yours. request from @mattymurdock1021 which can be found here
warnings || 18+ only. teasing, oral (m receiving) p in v sex, think that's it. no use of y/n. minors DNI
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You woke up this morning exhausted, last night really took it out of you- well Matt did anyway. You were running late for work, so your mind was in even more of a flustered haze. Rushing around to collect your stuff before softly kissing Matt’s sleeping head as you ran out the door.
Finally making your way down the stairs and out of the building, eyes widening as you pat around for your phone. Groaning at its lack of presence, you rush back up the stairs and into the apartment.
Stopping in your tracks when you hear a grunt-like noise coming from the bedroom, slowly stepping down the hallway and into the living space.
Ever so slightly, you peer around the sliding door and see Matt groaning with your t-shirt screwed up to his nose and your pillow moving fast above his thighs. Your mouth slowly starts to gape open as your eyes bugged, he’s fucking your pillow.
Softly clearing your throat as if to get his attention, “Matt…?” Pitch raising as you try to fight off a giggle.
He immediately stops, dropping your t-shirt and pushing away the pillow.
“You uh- fucking my pillow by any chance?” You teasingly mock with a smirk.
Breathing hard with his lips straight as he shakes his head ‘no.’
“Kinda looks like you were.” Stepping forward and taking a seat by his legs. “You horny thing.” Edging closer towards him.
“I could smell last night- and I was so focused I didn’t even hear you… I was going to wait but- I just couldn’t.” He chuckles earnestly.
Placing your fingers on his thigh, slowly teasing up. “Should’ve waited.” You whisper. “I can’t believe you were fucking my pillow…” purposely lingering. His hand grips around yours, leading it towards his visibly aching cock. His breath hitched at the action.
Removing your hand, you strip from your work clothes and crawl up him as he sat upright against the headboard. Sitting on your knees between his legs, gently stroking up his thighs, watching the way his skin would prickle at the feeling. “You missed me that much, huh?” You tease, fingers dancing up his twitching cock.
“Mhmm,” Matt says eagerly, chest rising and falling heavily.
“Last night not enough for you?” Whispering over his shaft, allowing the warmth from your mouth to hit his sensitive tip. “Unfortunately, you’re gonna have to wait… I gotta get to work.” You smirk. There’s absolutely no way you want to leave right now. Someone will cover for you, but you just wanted to see how he’d react.
His hand laces into yours and grips it as he husks “Stay.” Smirking while he weaves both hands into your hair behind your head. Leaning yourself over, you gently grip him from the base. Slowly taking him into your mouth, keep his head pressed firmly against the back of your throat. His fingers tighten and swirl into locks of your hair, gently tugging with staggered breaths.
Slowly bobbing your head, running your skilled mouth over him while you worked your spit over his veins and sensitive tip. You swallowed the precum that leaked from his tip before you itched yourself to sit atop him, straddling his thighs.
Rubbing his tip through your already slick folds, teasing his head into you, his face buried into your neck as he kissed and sucked on the delicate skin. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slowly sank down onto him.
His fingers clutching at the skin on your back, desperately wanting to feel more of you. Crossing his legs from underneath so that you sat in his lap, cradling him as you rode him.
Holding the back of his head tight so you could bury his face into your chest, slowly winding your hips over him. Gripping the hair at the back of his neck while his fingers dig into your back as if he’s trying to hold off.
His breaths become shallower as his chest heaves against yours. You weren’t close to finishing, but you got off on the fact that he did.
Keeping your pace slow and tantalising as you rode him to climax, his cum spilling up into you as he painted your walls. Teeth grazing along your collarbone as he grunted your name a couple of times over.
When he finally comes back down, he peppers kisses all up your throat as his fingers entangle themselves back into your hair.
“I’ll take the day off… you’re mine for the day.” He grins. Still connected to you, he pushes you back into the bed, hovering atop as he pecks wet patches up your neck. “You’re all mine.”
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Holy Ground-Ch. 10
Pairings: Matt Murdock x French! Avenger! reader
Warnings: matt not taking care of himself, typical dd show violence, HYDRA’s mind control stuff that they did with bucky.
Word Count: ~5.4k
Chapter: 10/?
Read chapter nine here
Read chapter eleven here
Holy Ground masterlist found here
A/N: My first Matt fic! I got inspo from @cressidaclearwood ‘s series, so definitely go check that one out too. Please do not repost my work. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know!
here is chapter ten--we’ve reached double digits folks! i have a few more chapters planned, but this series is starting to come to a final conclusion. i was a little stumped for how i wanted this chapter to play out for awhile, but that’s okay, because that’s how writing goes. enjoy!~L
translations will be at the end of each chapter
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He hadn’t moved for at least thirty minutes. His senses were so heightened from the argument that they almost seemed muffled, and he hadn’t been able to differentiate what was going on around him at all. The world was speeding by him in an angered-fueled blur, his world on fire burning with a blaze brighter than he had known it could. He could practically hear Foggy chastising him, and he deserved every single word that Foggy would say. He was angry at her, but more importantly, he was angry at himself.
The day’s events had caught up with him, he always struggled with conveying his feelings, and she had ended up in the crossfire as a result. He knew that she didn’t deserve the outburst and confusion from him, but he was so vexed that he let his mouth go on autopilot. A mistake in which led him to this very moment, with him standing in the middle of his flat like an idiot, hoping, yearning for her return. A return that he suspected would never come. 
An automated voice sliced through his self-deprecating silence, Foggy’s name being chanted over and over in that monotonous tone until he finally reached it and picked it up. 
His voice was scratchy as he answered, his surroundings starting to return to their natural over-bearing state. Those senses were dialing back up to twenty, and he could practically taste the salt coming from his quiet tears, the way the boards creaked under his step, the air shifting as he put his phone closer to his face. “Yeah?”
The two words that were ecstatically shouted from the other end made the news official.
“We won!” 
Matt grimaced at the noise as he moved the device farther from his ears. 
Foggy continued on. “Matt, are you there? We--we did it! The jury decided she was innocent and, and we won!” Though the severity of the fight between the now free-of-possibly-being-a-war-criminal-woman and himself still lingered in the air, Matt couldn’t help it as a smile breached his hardened features, and though he would never admit it out loud, he was sure that it was partially there due to his best friend’s rambling. Foggy always brought the light into the room, the man practically radiated sunshine wherever he went, and Matt was grateful for it. He tuned back into the one-sided conversation, Foggy having never halted his excitement. “She can come with us to Josie’s for drinks now, she can get her life back on track and maybe even become an avenger again-if the avengers are even still a thing-” he mumbled the last part more to himself than anything, but still ventured on. “-and though I never thought I would admit it, I actually kind of like her presence around the office. Maybe she can even help us or Karen out if she needs a temporary-” 
“Foggy?” Matt cut him off, the guilt engulfing him over the fight once more. The single word was spoken in a scratchy rasp, cracking halfway through. He sounded like shit. “I’m really pleased at this news, but I’m also really exhausted. Can I call you in the morning?” 
His friend’s response could be heard from the other end of the line. 
“Great. Tell her I said congratulations, I’m going to sleep.” 
He was only able to catch the first part of Foggy’s sentence as he ended the call, but he payed it no mind.
“Shouldn’t she be with-”
The line went dead, and Matt placed the phone rather harshly back on the bedside table before heading into the shower, hoping to wash away the sins of the night.
~~
It all happened in blurs. She didn’t know whether to chalk said blurs up to her hazy consciousness over the undisclosed period of time that had elapsed since she had been taken, or just the tole her body was facing from the constant speeds they were forcing her to keep at. It was as if someone had placed a neatly detailed oil painting in front of her and then proceeded to take their hands and smear all the colours and effort into a mush of what once was. 
At least, that’s how it felt.
The trigger words were practically branded into her subconscious, and they seemed to play on a never-ending loop. Every time they were spoken to her that night, she tried to resist them, and every night she failed. Back when The Winter Soldier was in business, him and the assassin were like two sides of a horrid coin. If you were on HYDRA’s radar for any reason whatsoever, it was a luck of the draw for which one would be tasked with you, and like a coin tossed in the air, you could guess and hope for one’s appearance over another, but the chances that you would greet death were extremely high no matter the outcome.
~~
His stomach grumbling was what woke him up from his sleep, if that’s what the past few hours could have even been called. He didn’t even let the devil out last night, he was so conflicted. Calling it ‘sleep’ was also an exaggeration, as it was more like periodical states of unconscious--dreamless, temporary, and short. Matt didn’t even think of breakfast as he rolled out of bed and called Foggy, keeping up with his promise from the night prior. 
The voice on the other side was full of cheer. “Good morning sleepy head! I hope you got some beauty sleep last night, because I can promise you tonight you won’t be getting a wink.” 
“Yeah? and why’s that?” His voice full of the usual morning grogginess, the rasp back, still thick and heavy. 
“The four of us are going to Josie’s at six, and we’re staying there until we blackout!” Foggy’s ripe laughter filled Matt’s ears, and though he was still filled with loathing from the events of last night, he couldn’t help but catch a sliver of Foggy’s contagious optimism. 
“Are you sure she’ll want me there Fog? I’m going to be honest, I thought you’d be much more angry than you seem to be at me.” He put a hand on his forehead, rubbing circles into the frown creases he could feel. 
There was a bit of hesitation from the other side of the line. “...do I have a reason to be angry at you?” 
Sighing, Matt cleared his throat to answer. “I assumed she would have told you when she found you. Did she mention anything about the argument?” 
It may be due to his senses, but he swore he could hear a sharp intake of breath from Foggy’s side, followed immediately by a mumble of confusion. 
“Matt, I’m also going to be honest here, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Did something happen with you and Karen? You and Y/n? I’m the only one at my place-” he cut himself off, tone an octave lower as he went on. “-I better be the only one at my place. No one’s here except for me.”
A trifecta of fear, worry, and guilt shot through the brunette like icy water, branching out all throughout his body. He shivered at the feeling, biting the inside of his cheek. “She-she didn’t find you?” He cursed at himself, now pacing around his floor.
“Did she have reason to? What happened Matt?” 
He sucked in a quick breath. “We uh, we got into an argument last night, and well...” he trailed off, sighing, and clenching his jaw. He had been so afraid of everyone leaving him in his life that he didn’t allow anyone the chance to stay. “I, uh, I told her to leave. To go find you and bunk there for the night. I-I wasn’t thinking steadily Foggy, and now-” He cut himself off as the horrid thought barged into his headspace. Shit. His voice became frantic now as he voiced the worry. “-what if they found her? They might have her and I did absolutely nothing to prevent it. Hell, I provoked it into fruition. I-this is all my fault. This is-” 
Foggy interrupted him, tone now laced with a concern so thick that an outsider would think she was his kin. “-you made her leave?? Matt, I swear to god that if you don’t explain what is going on in detail more specific than Taylor Swift’s album easter eggs, I will-” 
But he had stopped listening on the other end. The phone was left on the bed, the call with Foggy still running, but Matt was already on his way out of the flat and towards the blond’s place.
This couldn’t be happening. 
~~ 
The first tell that she had that registered her return of control was the movement of her thumb. It was a quick and small action, but she did it on her own accord, and that had to mean something. She knew she didn’t have much time in this state, the guy she’d come to know as Ivan fluctuating his times of showing, meaning that he could appear at any moment. A day must have passed at least if she had to take a guess, but honestly it could have been merely two hours from when the assassin returned, and she wouldn’t know any better. Time had always seemed distant to her in this state. She remembered thinking only a few months had gone by when the incident first happened way back when, only to accidentally hear a conversation talking about the coming of winter. A year had actually passed back then, and from that point in her life she stopped tracking time. 
That was, until the court case happened. 
Though she didn’t know the trio all that well, they had provided a family-like sense to her, and while the Avengers had provided that to an extent, she truly felt at home with these people. She gave a silent plea of apology to them, for as far as she knew, she may never lay eyes on them again. Karen had been the closest to a best friend that she’d had in years, and the time they spent together she cherished dearly. Then came the shaggy-haired blond man, and though she liked to pick petty tiffs with him, a sibling-like bond had formed between the two. She would never admit it out loud, but she cared for the guy. He truly was a kindhearted soul. Then came Matt. Frustrating, stupidly attractive, aggravating, morally conflicted Matt. Disregarding the way they were as she left his place, she knew that she felt some way towards him. He managed to entrap her with that charm of his, and he truly mesmerized her. He would help her with her anxieties, yet at the same time scream at her from across the room that she was a mistake. Not to mention her suspicions of him and le diable. She would bet every penny she had that they were one in the same. They had the same laugh, the same connotation of words, the same footstep. Either that, or he was hiding a super-secret twin from the team. She shook her head, dismissing any thoughts of the spectacled man. She wasn’t going to let her physical attraction towards him overpower her anger. Maybe it was the assassin trying to claw her way back into consciousness, but she couldn’t help the flame-like feeling that erupted throughout her. He had caused this. This is his fault, he knew what would happen. 
“Leave me be, damnit! Get out!” She was fully aware how vain her plea towards the assassin was, but she was familiar with the feeling of this type of anger within her. This type of anger consumed her, blinded her from reality, and she wouldn’t allow that. With a sharp shake of her head accompanied by a deep breath, she could feel it leave her system. She needed to keep her focus on what was important while she had control over her body, over her mind, and anger would do nothing but destroy that. Unclenching her jaw, she let herself try to relax as much as she could given the circumstances. Her mind racked itself with any memory she had from the last time she was in this position. How did she get control back? On top of that, how did she keep control? How could she free herself fro--
Lights flooded the dark space, temporarily blinding her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to wean herself into the brightness. He was back. He was back, which meant that she was about to lose it all again. She looked around as much as she could without moving her head, half due to the pain it would cause her, but also half due to the uncertainty that came with him knowing she was conscious once more. He could hear him call both her names, a chill running down her spine as her non-weaponized title fell from his lips. It was quite literally terrifying, and it took every inch of self-control to not make the cells in her body erupt into a shiver of fear. While she was in the control seat, she would go against everything she’d ever known to make sure he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of helplessness he oh so desperately craved. 
And then another chunk of time was missing because there he was, somehow now directly in front of her as if he’d teleported. He had just been at the doorway not even a moment ago, and now he was staring into her eyes with a wretched smirk on his lousy face. 
She could feel herself slipping. 
Her hearing was muffled by some unknown factor, but she could make out the words he was saying from reading his lips. Her vision was starting to now shine with sparks, and as he mumbled the final words of the dreadful list, she was able to slur a sentence at him. “Va te faire foutre.”
And then she shut her eyes. 
When they opened again, she could feel that something was different. She had just blinked, and yet he was in front of her now donning a different set of clothes. Something within her told her it was daylight when she fully regained herself again. Which daylight, she couldn’t say.
She never really had consciousness as the assassin. Every now and then she would catch glimpses of where in the world she was, she could feel the occasional whoosh of air, but it was better to remain in the backseat. Because if she caught glimpses of what she was doing, then that meant she had some humanity return to her. But it wasn’t the humanity part that tore her apart during these spurts, no, it was when the humanity would appear. For a time, she actively tried to remain conscious during their missions, but those attempts abruptly ceased in the dusk of a springtime long ago. When she had taken control and all of her senses had briefly returned to her, her fist was clenched around the material of woman that couldn’t have been older than her late twenties. She was in a black body suit, the symbol of a widow indented into it. The woman had a gun raised to the assassin’s temple, and the sliver of fear in her eyes was reverberated within her own as Y/n saw what the assassin had done. She’d phased right through the girl, and that meant that these moments she had stealthily regained were the last of the woman’s. The most she could do was whisper an apology, but she wasn’t even sure that this woman understood what she spoke as she said it. She had placed her free arm onto her forearm, trying with her all to convey somehow that she wasn’t in control of this. And as she faded back into that familiar backseat, the woman’s hand was placed on top of her own. 
She wouldn’t risk that again. She wasn’t sure if she could handle that again. Maybe that’s when she truly gave up all hope for being rescued, because in the years leading up to her being found, everything was blurred. She refused any attempt to take back herself when she knew she was on a mission, accepting the ignorant bliss rather than the conscious resistance. Because though it was her completing those horrid actions, it wasn’t her, and she felt trapped inside of a cage made of her own mind. It was weird though, after every mission. For some absurd reason, every time she was back in that disgusting underground base, she knew she was there. It was almost as if the assassin was recharging, because she felt safe enough in some horrid way to take back control, if she chose. She almost never did. 
And then the cycle would repeat.
She had put some pieces of this twisted puzzle together in the flicker of time intervals she had. She had gathered that they would use her speed against her (obviously). But they’d also have her wait until just the right moment to strike, like that of a viper. She was truly a humanized weapon. 
Back then. 
Though, things had changed as the times had.
There was a new tension that came with every wake of her consciousness, and not a tension within her. Well, that’s not true, there was a tension within her at nearly all times, but it was the outside tension that struck her like a harp string with every switch of control. Whereas last time they were articulate with every plan they forced her to carry out, now they were almost unhinged. Last time they were slow and calculated, but now it seemed as if they just wanted everything to be done as quickly as possible. The realization hit her like a wave of that dirty, unfiltered air she was forced to breath, gasping for fresh air that she would never find. The biggest difference between then and now was that they were getting messy, and getting messy meant either whoever took the reins this time around were either new to the gig, or knew that she was going to be found a lot sooner than the first time.
So, as she heard the skin-crawling familiar sound of his stupid voice, she made a quiet, silent oath to herself. An oath that would not only break the protection she had set for herself all those years ago but would also shatter any walls she had put up to separate herself from that of that assassin. 
She was going to gain consciousness again, and as the Americans would say, make these fuckers pay.
~~
It had been three days since he’d been overcome with his anger towards her. Three days since he was stupid enough to allow her to walk out into that of the night. 72 hours since she’d been taken, and it was all his fault. Foggy had nearly kicked him out of the firm when he’d found out that she was missing. He had only heard Foggy get that upset at him one other time, which was when he found out about the devil. Now he opted for giving him the silent treatment, which he deserved. Karen had too been present for the debacle, and she chose a much different, but totally on brand, reaction from what Matt had expected. She had grabbed her bag and strode off to what he found out later was to the Bulletin, searching for any information she could scrape for regarding Y/n’s past. 
72 hours, and he was still stuck in his stupid apartment. He hadn’t been taking good care himself (which wasn’t really all that different from normal), but it had been affecting him in his devil duties. He wasn’t pulling punches like he typically did, and though he wouldn’t cross the inevitable line of no return, he got pretty damn close on one too many accounts. Fisk had been set on the side burner, he could wait, because he was set on getting her back, even if it would take him until his last breath. 
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, followed by the familiar click on heels coming into his main room. Correction, a set of heels and the heartbeat of his shaggy blond companion. 
“Matt!” Her voice became louder as she entered his room, sliding open the big door. “My god, get some clothes on and come into the living area. Foggy and I have some information that could help us.” A few seconds passed, and soon enough he felt the familiar feeling of fabric colliding with his skin. “You look like shit.” 
And though the past three days had been filled with nothing but absolute hellfire, he couldn’t help the obvious open window opportunity. “I mean, I wouldn’t be able to know.” 
She wasn’t pleased. 
“If you want us to actually have a shot at finding her, get your ass up, go brush your teeth, and put some damn clothes on. You’re doing nothing to help by moping around.” 
He didn’t need to be told twice. 
~~
“When she was taken the last time, they had her somewhere underground. They would switch up the location to avoid suspicion, and they’d torture her any time she showed a sign of rebellion.” Foggy started once Matt was somewhat presentable. He was sitting down on the couch with a headache, partially from the lack of sleep, partially from the beatings thanks to a rough quarrel with some possible intel last night, and partially from the silent tears. 
“We figured they did something of the same sorts this time around, but we had no real leads on anything that could help us. No suspicious deaths had been publicized, no one important had gone missing, she was off the grid-” Foggy held a sense of urgency as he updated Matt. 
“-until this morning.” Karen continued. “I went into the Bulletin today and got notified of some oddly placed deaths happening over the nationwide. Five people, all journalists. Coincidentally, each of them had released a piece on the reveal of HYDRA agents hidden within the white-collar community. And-” 
Foggy finished her sentence. “-they all seemed to be killed by being impaled.” The two of them fed off the others words, and it was truly remarkable just how well they worked together. They were like a well-oiled machine. 
“We didn’t pay much attention to them until I saw a photo of one of the scenes.” Matt could hear Karen set a piece of paper down, and he assumed it was said photo. “There’s no way they died by being impaled by an object. There’s absolutely no marks on the body. But-” Karen was shuffling around more papers on the little table in front of Matt, and he could hear the hitch in Foggy’s breath. “The coroner reports state that when their bodies were found and examined by medical professionals that the internal struggles and strain practically mirrored that of being impaled.” 
Foggy piggy backed off her statement. “We investigated it a bit more, and Karen found some files that were revealed when Y/n was first found and rescued. She did this-this thing called phasing. It basically-” he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the unbelievable words he was about to speak. “-it basically means her moving so fast that her molecules change physical states. They change phases, and we think that’s what is happening again.” Matt could feel the air around Foggy shift, signifying that he was shaking his head. “It sounds bogus, I know, but it’s true.”
There was an overwhelming feeling of dread that spread through Matt’s flat, encompassing each and every thing in the place. He felt sick to his stomach. If she could do this, how could they get her back? How could they break her of this? 
“That being said, I have a plan.” Karen spoke with a nervous tinge to her, and Matt picked up on it immediately. “I’m a journalist, and I can type up something about her, something that will be picked up on their radar-” 
Matt cut her off. “No. No way, Karen. They’ll send her after you, they’ll-”
“That’s the point Matt. If I can draw her out, I can try to get her to come back to us. If we can break through to her, we can get her to realize what’s going on.” 
Matt, now annoyed, stood up, placing his arms on his hips. “Yeah, if she doesn’t kill you on site.” 
She scoffed. “She won’t” 
Foggy chimed in, exasperated. “You don’t know that. She did warn us-” 
Her voice was stern. “She won’t, Foggy.” 
~~
It was hard for her to learn how to regain her mind. Every time she tried, it felt as though she was met with a brick wall, endlessly extending up and around her. She truly felt trapped, surrounded by a false sense of her surroundings. She had her foot in the doorway now though, which was better than nothing.
It started with affirmations. She would mumble to herself that she was going to become conscious during the missions, and though she knew it wouldn’t be that easy, it got her to her current point. She was in a state of murky confusion, every sense being dulled expect for the feeling of that stupid metaphorical brick wall. She had tried tearing it apart, climbing it, yelling out in anguish, she even tried to dig under it, yet it was all to no avail. So here she was, vaguely aware that her body was moving. In what sense or direction, she had no clue, but she could tell that she was mobile, and that had to stand for something. She shut her eyes, then opened them, trying again.
With an intake of familiar wretched air, she sighed in annoyance. She was back in that stupid room. She noticed the cursèd book in a corner of the room, some words in russian newly scribbled into it, though she couldn’t make out what the words were. The usual then proceeded, with Ivan entering, giving a boring speech followed by the usual mind torture, and then the closing and bolting of a metal door. He had said something about mission takeoff soon, but she paid no mind to it. Because when that bolt locked, a strange, new, epiphany struck her. She had been fighting the assassin all this time, trying to separate them and bury her deep down, covering her grave with a poorly marked stone.
But what if that’s where she had been going wrong? Instead of fighting her, what if she became one with her? Why sit backseat in a one-person ride?
So, with this newfound splash of determination, she closed her eyes and hoped for the best. Hoped to reach out in any way, shape, or form to the unfortunate killer, to reach out an olive branch of sorts. 
And to her surprise, she took it. 
Because the next thing she knew, her eyes were opening mid-fight. Though the circumstances weren’t exactly ideal, she’d take what she could get, and if that meant crumbs of consciousness during her missions, then that meant crumbs of consciousness during her missions. With a crack of a wall accompanied by the groan of her opponent, she had put two and two together to gather that this wasn’t actually mid-fight, more so the fight was coming to an end, with her raining victorious. Not that she wanted to though, because she didn’t even want to be here, wherever here was. With a harsh pull towards her mixed with an influence of her speed, the person on the receiving end of this unfortunate battle could only respond with a roll of their eyes slightly into the back of their head, feeling what she assumed was a sense of vertigo. She had seen this sort of thing happen before, but never in this setting. When she was with the Avengers, she would use a tactic like that of the current one during recon missions, and she felt a wave of familiarity wash over her. It was odd, knowing that the hands currently holding someone she could only assume the assassin was about to kill were the very same hands that could oh so tenderly tend to a wound of similar making.
The tactic was simple in all actuality. She would first dizzy the designated opponent, and then pull them into her grasp all within the blink of an eye. They would be so dazed during this time that whatever information they held would typically be spilled once the dizziness left their system. When she was with the avengers, she would usually then just knock whoever had to face her wrath unconscious, but she assumed that wasn’t the case here. Well, it’s going to be today. 
She leaned inwards towards them, moving her mouth to rest just above their ear. She decided to speak in the language that she assumed the assassin would speak, fearing the retributions that could follow in case someone was listening in. The air had a murky chill to it, and when she spoke, she could see the faint makings of weather-induced fog. “qui êtes-vous.” 
The person eyed her as if she had two heads, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was because they couldn’t understand her, or because she just spoke to them. She shook them in her grasp, trying to mimic the actions she assumed the assassin would make. She spoke slower, deeper, one more time. “qui êtes-vous!” 
The person stumbled with their words at first, sputtering out a jumble of random vowels and consonants until a sentence managed to form. “Huh?” 
She rolled her eyes and gazed around her. From what she could gather, she was in some sort of countryside, courtesy of the field that could be seen through a broken window. The space she was in was small, a poorly made shed if she assumed correctly. After taking a sweeping look of the little building, she turned back to the person in front of her, rubbing her eyes in a quick motion before matching her gaze with their own. 
“Aller!” she waved her arm frantically in a ‘leave right now!’ motion, and they cautiously straightened their posture. “Allez maintenant!” They seemed to get the hint, booking it through the open doorway and disappearing out of sight. She trailed her eyes once more over the area, trying to bank as much of it as she could into her memory. Zipping to the doorway, she noticed that her assumption was made true as she became surrounded with fields of crop that was just beginning to grow, the greens and yellows enveloping her on most sides. The sun was still rising, so she assumed it mustn’t be past mid-morning, and for the first time in who knows how long, she took a deep inhale, being met with fresh air. Fresh air. And though she could hear the distant sound of a voice speaking those wretched words, she forced herself to pay no mind to it, instead shifting whatever coherent presence she had to the crisp feeling of the natural world surrounding her. 
Yes, she could feel herself sinking into the thick water that was the assassin, but she felt strangely at peace with it. She knew now that she had been fighting an upward battle, when in reality she needed to cease the war and meet in the middle. A compromise.
She also knew that whatever faced her back at the damned place they held her in would be nothing short of hell, but she welcomed it with a sense of something she hadn’t felt the first time around. 
She was going to fight back. She was going to fight back, find Foggy, Karen, and hell, even Matt, and she was going to destroy this system HYDRA had trapped her in. 
Or she was going to die trying. 
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Va te faire foutre~kiss my ass
qui êtes-vous~who are you
aller!~go!
allez maintenant!~go now!
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screamingpandas1452 · 2 years
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I JUST got the "I'm a really good lawyer" joke. He was defending his client.
Do you ever get worried at how slow you are?
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lover-of-mine · 4 months
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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!
I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire @steadfastsaturnsrings thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think the Eddie begins missing scene fic is almost at a point where I can stop writing it, but, to be honest, I don't know because they refuse to do what I want, so I'm just typing things out and hoping this thing is gonna end before I end up writing Eddie showing up at his lawyer's office lol I am having a few moments where I'm like "is this too much for the point in time they are?" but then I remember Eddie gave Buck Christopher after this and Buck was clawing at the mud trying to reach Eddie while screaming his name and I am making the executive decision that even if it is, it just means they won't talk about it, and they really don't talk about it so it's fine lol anyway, have a little bit of Eddie's disconnected thoughts after he made Buck get in the bed with him (I'm trying my hardest not to let Eddie think the word love so I keep having to backtrack his train of thought lol) prev snippet.
"It's okay, it's okay," Buck says, adjusting around in the bed for a few seconds, before turning to his side, tugging lightly on Eddie's arm, and he blindly moves again, chasing the warmth of Buck's chest. He half expected to panic, this isn't something they do, but he's too comfortable to worry. Besides, it's Buck.  Everything about him is familiar. Even if this is something they have never done before. It's just warm.  Buck is warmth. But it's not only heat.  This is… safe? Eddie doesn't know.  And he doesn't have the energy to find out. Or the presence of mind.  He's just letting the feeling wash over him as he drifts off.
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Finally started playing Great Ace Attorney, absolutely loving it so far, but I think I've become too familiar with the patterns of the games lol. After the first case I thought to myself "Wow, these two are such a great team. You can see all the bits and pieces that Phoenix is going to embody in the future, and it's nice to see a protagonist (excluding Phoenix) actually have a friend with some pre-established backstory and a sense of history with each other. Kazuma is sharp, funny, confident, his boldness contrasts really well with the nervous energy Ryunosuke has. He's a supportive friend, he has detailed goals and high hopes for the future... He's not surviving the next case is he"
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zannolin · 8 months
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(re-ish)watching ncis in 2023 is like came for the murder and crime solving, stayed for the absolutely unhinged tiva plotline
#zanna talks#ncis you beautiful mess of a show#like yeah it's blatantly nationalistic and Very post9/11 and us military propaganda#it likes to be misogynistic and xenophobic and try to play it as a joke#sometimes gibbs will do things that make me feel ill#and also it looooves praising cops and idolizing the maverick mentality and villifying defense lawyers#um point being it's got a lot of flaws and if i hadn't associated it with childhood nostalgia i'm not sure i could have made it far enough#in my rewatch to hit the point where it actually feels worth it past being a good distraction when i feel bad#like the point where you watch tony really start to grow and the plotlines get better and the relationships deepen etc#but man when it hits it hits#wild to watch it as an adult and realize actually the tiva stuff was there all along with effort put in and it wasnt just me making it up#75% of the time theyre just sniping at each other and being annoying coworkers but sometimes they give u a glimpse#not just of how good thye are as a dynamic but just the mcrt in general?#tony burning the letter from jeanne and trying to let go after realizing his team is like his family??#them being the ones to get ziva out of somalia and not her shitty bio dad and sticking up for her when she wants out???#them always believing in each other when they get framed ?? thanksgiving together??#coworkers as family is highly unrealistic in this day and age and maybe just in general but im willing to allow it bc man. they care.#sorry this got. away from me. what was i even talking about#ncis
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yonpote · 2 months
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i forgot how much i love this fic aaaah its good its fluffy its funny i wanna write a time travel thing so bad not necessarily fic but ive always wanted to write a time travel mystery story.... (i played a lot of professor layton as a kid)
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theatredelabsurde · 4 months
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im gonna be v honest with you all i really dont see the problem with lawyers winning trials for people who are guilty or taking their cases. it's literally their job lol
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softshuji · 9 months
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Soooooooooo guys , on Thursday morning I have an interview for a new job. So I work at a museum RN right? But this interview is as a .... criminal and paralegal secretary.
...... so it's a huge career shift and getting this job will set me up pretty nicely the salary is decent and I can work my way up to being a lawyer without having to go back to university to study law.
I am both excited and unbelievably nervous. If all goes well, I'm about to be bonten's lawyer princess 😔 which is really kinda funny when you think about it lmao so if anyone ever needs a get outta jail card call me ;)
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kathrynmjaneway · 21 days
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harvestar · 1 month
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someday when im not just in the mood to just write [slightly ooc/ignoring the implications of what happened] smut for dunmeshi I wanna think about the idea of labru coparenting... fucking terrible
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adora-but-ginger · 2 years
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Holy Ground Ch. 11
pairings: Matt Murdock x French!Avenger!Reader
warnings: winter soldier adjacent treatment in relation to HYDRA, angst, not good thoughts (please remember that you are not alone! if you ever feel that way, please reach out to someone!), new york heat, and matthew michael murdock
word count: ~2k (i know it’s shorter, but i feel like i’ll be able to write this story better this way)
chapter: 11/?
read chapter ten here!
holy ground masterlist found here!
A/N: WE’RE BACK BABEYYYYYYYYYY! no but seriously i know it’s been like five months, let’s just ignore that. i’ve reread the series to get a better standing on it, and i’m excited to continue it!! please don’t repost my work.
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and seriously, thank you to everyone who has stuck around and read the series. you guys make writing worth it <3
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Sometimes, when people are terminally ill, they get a burst of life, of health, before they move on. 
They called it the surge. 
The term crossed her mind as she took consciousness over the assassin for the second time in what she presumed to be the same week. This was the most she had felt like herself since she was taken from Matt’s steps, forced back into a life she wanted no part of. She was now back in the oh-so-lovely jail cell-adjacent room that she had grown accustomed to, restrained, tired, hungry, and vengeful. 
Ever since she had made the agreement to stop fighting her assassin side, things were given more clarity. The metaphorical oil painting, though still smudged, had outlines of what it used to be. She knew the assassin couldn’t be trusted, but she found a weird sense of solace knowing that they were both stuck in this situation. Things were turning in her favour, and that’s what truly scared her. Because when surges happened in the medical field, they gave way to death, and though she didn’t suspect she would die, she had no way to know for sure. What if this was the last slice of consciousness that she would ever get? What if she never got to see Karen, Foggy, or Matt again?
Matt.
Anger fueled through her. He had kicked her out that night. He had buttered her up with compliments, allowed her walls to fall, and then made her leave. It didn’t matter that she didn’t look back, he wanted her out. A pain stung her as she realized that she never found out about the court’s decision that night too. Was she free? Well, she wasn’t at the moment. With her mind reminiscing, she didn’t catch the tear that slid down her cheek, instead reaching for a hope that wasn’t there--a yearning for what could’ve been. 
But instead, there was only what was, and that was that no one was coming for her. 
Not Natasha, not le Diable (the devil), and especially not Steve. She was stuck here, in a never-ceasing loop, until she broke free of the reins herself, or died. She hoped for the former, but welcomed both. 
She felt like a lost cause, stuck between a rock and a hard place. She thought of her younger self. If little-kid her saw her now, what would she say? She would tell her to stop moping and get a grip. That she doesn’t need to depend on anyone but herself to save her. Assassin or not, they were no longer separate people. 
She took the wrath that Ivan held for her failed mission with ease. It was as bad as she expected it to be, the pain from the machine that bound her fading to a regularity. After what seemed like hours, the pain ceased, and he finally spoke, walking up to her. 
“I have another mission for you, убийца (assassin/killer), a local one. I’ll be keeping an eye on you this time so remember, no more stunts.” He cleared his throat.
“Her name is Karen Page.” 
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The heatwave that struck New York was worse than usual, meaning it was even worse in the office. The crew had as many fans going as they could have without short-circuiting the electric, which made Foggy seriously regret not fixing the air conditioning system sooner. He felt like he was dying in his outfit-who on earth decided that lawyers have to wear suits every day of their damn life-using probably not important papers to fan the stale air his way. His sleeves were rolled up, jacket thrown somewhere in this sauna of an office. His focus had shifted from being an attorney to the noise coming from the main room though, so in an effort to do as little of his work as he could, he stood up to go check it out. 
“Hey Karen, is everything okay out there?” 
The blonde snapped her head up to meet his, relief washing over her as she took in her confidant. Her desk was organized chaos, papers strewn every which way, plants, and stationery supplies perched at the front, with a cup of coffee behind them. Hot coffee. Leaning against the door frame, he continued, gesturing to the cup. “How on earth you can consume that stuff in this heat is beyond me, do you have a superpower for withstanding heat that I should know about?” 
A chuckle escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the said cup. “Maybe I do Foggy. I mean, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
 A smile blossomed on his face at the continued banter. It was times like these, times when his friends and him could trade back and forth jokes, that momentarily distracted them all from the impending pressure of finding her. They had been searching for two weeks and were all being driven up the wall. Matt had become more irritable and closed off than ever, Karen was barely speaking, and Foggy, well Foggy was losing hope. They were all tired from restless nights of scouring and searching for her, from Matt going out as the Devil to Karen researching for her article. The article. She published it two days ago, which had sent all three of them even more on edge. The death toll of HYDRA journalists had skyrocketed from five to thirteen within that time frame, and with Karen’s writing, they were sure she would make an appearance. 
It wasn’t the if that they feared, it was the when. 
Things just weren’t the same without her. It was like the normalcy that existed before she had shown up was something they could never reach again. The laughter that always flowed through the space when she was here was lost within the walls, the slight buzzing in the air by her electricity now only mimicked by the broken AC. 
She had warned them what she could do if HYDRA managed to take her back, and even with Matt’s abilities, Foggy was still concerned. He’d witnessed her speed in use before, and that was when she was on their side. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if they weren’t able to snap her out of it. 
"It’s about her. I haven’t seen any sign of her yet Foggy, but I’m staying safe. Plus, I figure that she’s not going to make an appearance while the sun is out, so that being said any updates on cases?” 
Ever since the news became public of the speedster’s ruling, the firm had had an astounding surge of client calls. People who offered to pay them real money too. They had already had three walk-ins today, and it was only noon. And while Foggy loved the money, and did he love the money, a little part of his heart tinged at just how fast the practice took off, like a parent watching their child grow up.
“Yeah, Matt and I can go over all of them with you at the end of the day once we make a spreadsheet. We have to make a spreadsheet! Can you believe it, Karen? People just can’t resist the charming forces of Nelson, Murdock, and Page.” 
The grin that had formed on his face was quickly wiped away though. The source of the ruckus coming from Matt’s office, objects hitting the floor with a starling sound. They both walked to Matt’s closed door--while they all kept the doors open usually, Matt had shut his over the past two weeks, another sign of his stress. 
The two raced inside, worry all over their faces. Foggy could guarantee that they were thinking the same thing too--that she had broken in and gone directly for Matt. That was another feat they were facing--yes, they knew she was being sent after journalists, but if a part of her was still there and she recognized Matt, she might change targets. They knew she probably blamed him, hell he blamed himself, but this was not all on him. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time. 
The worry they had quickly faded to pity and concern as Matt sat there, hand rubbing his neck. 
His rasp filled the room. 
“Sorry guys, I must have fallen asleep, and knocked over some of my stuff along the way.” 
“We thought-”
“We didn’t know if-”
“I know, I’m safe though, no worries. I would’ve made it quite noticeable if she were here.” 
“Unless you didn’t, because of the speed at which she could kill you, and then the only thing we hear is your body hitting the ground.” 
“Foggy!” Karen shot him a glare. 
“What?” Foggy shrugged his shoulders. “It’s the truth, we have no idea.” 
Matt stood up now, stretching his arms and legs out. “No, no, he’s right, I should be more attuned to what’s going on. I-” Matt took a deep breath and grabbed for his chair, steadying himself. “-I haven’t been taking care of myself lately and it’s wearing on me.” 
“At least he’s self-aware.” Foggy chided, arms crossing over one another. “We all can’t keep living like this, and frankly I’m sick of it. We need a plan for if she shows up, so everyone can stop stepping on ice, yeah?” 
Murmured agreements echoed around the room. 
“Good. Karen, let’s start with you.” 
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By the time the sun had begun to sink into the horizon, more cups of iced coffee (per Foggy’s request) had been consumed between the three of them than what was likely humanly possible. Matt was still physically exhausted from his night out before, but they had all agreed on a buddy system to prevent separation, which could lead to isolation, which could domino into her unsuspected arrival. Karen was going to stay with Matt for the night, and Foggy with Marci, making sure no one had to brave the elements alone. 
“Karen? Are you almost ready?” The evening was rounding down to an end, and Matt was way more excited than he’d like to admit at the thought of leaving that office for the day. He wouldn’t admit it out loud either, but he was happy for the company. Ever since HYDRA took her, he had barely been able to step foot into his flat without a wave of guilt hitting him. He could hear the ghost of her everywhere, from her laughter by his vinyls to her footsteps past his bed. A select few times he thought she was there, in his flat, waiting for him, though the closest her presence had truly been was solely in his mind. 
He had gone over their entire argument too, many, many times. She was right about it, of course, but he was too proud to admit that then. He boxed himself up when things became too normal, and it had cost him and the others greatly. He couldn’t stop wondering what would have happened if he didn’t tell her to leave, called her name one final time before she walked out, or ran after her to apologize. She had offered to be there for him, and he told her some of the harshest words he could muster in return. When he saw her again, he was going to do all in his power to make it right. To get her back, not just for himself but for Foggy, Karen, and herself too. She didn’t deserve this, she never asked for it, and he was going to help her make HYDRA pay afterward, whether it be as Matt Murdock, or the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 
“Karen?” He called again, stepping from his office into the main room. He could hear her heartbeat so he knew things were okay, but still he worried, the crease in his eyebrows a physical sign of that. 
“What? Yeah, sorry, I’m almost good to go, I just need to get a few more things together. Have you eaten, Matt?” She hummed as she gathered her things, slinging her purse onto her shoulder. Matt didn’t reply, instead opting to walk towards the doorway. 
“And I’m taking that as a no. We’ll stop along the way for food, see how late that Thai place you like is open?” 
“Yeah, yeah okay that sounds good with me. I’ll-” but he was never able to finish his sentence. 
Because the next thing he knew, there was a third heartbeat. A third heartbeat that ran faster than a heartbeat should, followed by the familiarity of faint electricity in the air that he could practically smell.
And then he heard the voice. 
Her voice, smooth as honey. 
“I see you still haven’t gotten locks for the door mes amies.” (my friends)
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ghost-bard · 1 year
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I wanna be your slave by maneskin is a bitb song purely for the line “im a devil searching for redemption, im a lawyer searching for redemption, im a healer searching for redemption” that’s literally rand, rolan, and kian in order wtf-
FUCK I JUST LOOKED UP THE LYRICS AND ITS KILLER NOT HEALER I HATE IT HEREEEEE welp. I mean kian slays so in a way hes a killer i give up
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ivyglow · 11 months
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It’s been forever, I miss hockeyblr and tumblr in general 🥺
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katierosefun · 2 years
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contemplating once again how i’ve just learned to not take things too personally these days. not so much as a “i’m cool with people being rude to me” kind of way, but more like how i’ve noticed myself just FORCING myself to not linger on every single social interaction i’ve had with a person. that one girl who just walked away after i introduced myself? whatever. that other guy who pointedly ignored me every time i said something? go off, i guess. that one girl who immediately dropped me once she found shiny new people to play with? could not care less. i think there’s a lot to be said in that a) i’ve decided i should be on my own side at least, and b) i’ve decided that i don’t need to go out of my way to be nice to people who like to ice others out, and c) cool, these experiences have just taught me how to reserve my energy for people who i might actually care about!
#caroline talks#mm. law school orientation . . .#don’t get me wrong I’ve met so many fantastic people#but I’ve also met some really . . . mm….questionable folks#I mean such is law you’re gonna find insanely privileged folks who are like ‘oh my whole family is composed of lawyers <3’#and ‘omg your English is SO good for …. you know [pointing at my obvious Asian-ness]’#and just in general other trivial things like some folks trying to find Who their people are y’know#and it’s like. i get it.#im probably subconsciously doing the same exact thing#so I can’t be mad at anyone#but y’know. i actually just was talking to someone#for like an hour and a half over text. someone I met for 2 minutes and we’ve hit it off#and im like ‘huh. this is neat.’#and im forcing myself to not immediately go into ‘WHAT DOES THIS PERSON WANT FROM ME’ mode#this person literally goes ‘hey I thought you were sweet :) just wanted to say hi :)’#and my lizard brain goes ‘THIS PERSON HAS ILL INTENTIONS THEY’RE GOING TO TRY TO GET SOMETHING FROM ME’#until I realized a) they’re not in my section so we literally can’t help each other in the study sense at least not during finals#and b) we talked to each other for 2-5 minutes what could they have POSSIBLY gleaned from me in 2-5 minutes#and c) maybe people are just NICE and FRIENDLY and i should STOP acting like every person is like the folks from my hometown#also she laughed at my fanfiction joke SOOOOOO#anyways. nervous ramblings from a nervous person and etc carrying along#ngl I would resent all my past for turning me into the wary wreck I am today#but like I think I’ve also reached the point where I’m like. so everyone’s got some weird trauma about social settings#there’s got to be another person like me out here#and there are!
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