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samthestrangerthingsfan · 2 months

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Out of The Woods

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: You're back in Hawkins, and the memories keep on coming.

chapter warnings: mentions of grief, parental loss, motherhood, swearing, brief description of injury (bloody nose)

a/n: chapter one! the ball is officially rolling! I'm so excited for you all to read and get to know these characters. Enjoy!

chapter one: I've Got Sunshine || series masterlist

Muscle memory is a funny thing.

The faded wheel of your ‘88 Ford Escort was being gripped so hard that your knuckles ached. You recalled shortcuts and one-ways with ease, moved through neighborhoods and back roads you hadn’t been down in nearly decade--seven years to be exact. They say home is where your heart is; if that was the case, Hawkins stopped being home a long time ago.

Still, part of you supposed it was normal.

Normal to remember this place so vividly, you could draw its map with your eyes closed. Normal to recall the smells and sounds and the stoplight that hasn’t worked properly since ‘79.

Normal to see the Plant, and Melvald’s—Joyce Byers’ car parked dutifully out front. You remembered everything, despite having tried to forget.

You never thought you'd be back here. After you got your diploma, after all the hell you'd been through--after what happened, you’d gone East. A scholarship earned you a full ride to Yale University.

Then life happened.

Maggie happened.

Once school was no longer an option, you looked for work. Doing job after job, sometimes three at a time to make the rent and keep food on the table for her.

As much as you tried to deny it, everything seemed like a sign from above that this place wasn’t meant to be. Rent went up, you’d been let go from your waitressing job, and then your car started to shit the bed.

Hey, when it rains it pours, am I right?

Then came the call that brought you back here to Hawkins in the first place.

Your Dad died.

Not that you’d ever been particularly close, especially not after your Mom died. You were just 14 at the time and it was hard. That's the age every girl needs her Mom, and without yours, you were left to navigate grief, high school, and becoming a good person all on your own.

Your Father was...an unfortunate side effect of her passing. Consumed by his own grief, you assumed. It turned into him not being able to stomach being around you. The fighting was constant, you could never do anything right in his eyes, and he could never replace your Mom in yours. You’d practically lived everywhere but home your entire high school career, and he was either working at the Plant, or too drunk to care.

That’s why when a lawyer called you up and told you you’d been left his house, you damn near fainted.

"You're sure you have the right person?" You asked, stretching the cord around your finger nervously.

The man repeated your name, date of birth, and 'relationship to the deceased'.

"The home has been paid off since, lemme see here," You heard the flip of a paper, "'Ah, '78. Taxes and such can be put into your name when you begin occupying the residence, but we do need a decision by--"

"I'll take it!" The words flew out of your mouth before your brain could stop you.

This was a sign, the last sign you needed. You took $300 out of your savings to fix your car, packed up everything that mattered, and the two of you started the 12 our road-trip home.

Now you were just two right turns away.

“Hey, Sunshine. You awake back there?” You ask, a smile in your tone.

Maggie stretched, adjusting the blanket on her lap. “I’m up, Mama.” She's smiling, clearly just beginning to wipe the sleep from her eyes. “Where are we?”

The question left your daughter’s mouth just as you turned into the driveway.

Slowly, you find the strength to put the car in park. Deep breaths, right? That's what you tell Mags to do when she's scared. So you take your own advice, and do one big deep breath. “Our new home.”

Maggie’s gasp startled you. “We get a whole house?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes, baby girl. A whole house, and guess what else?”

She clutched her worn, stuffed teddy bear tightly to her chest and watched you with bated breath.

“You get your own room!”

Your six-year-old squealed with delight, kicking her feet into the seat in front of her. “Mama I’m so excited! Can we go in? Please! Please!” She begged happily.

With shaking hands, you snatched the key from the ignition. “Absolutely.”

Maggie’s feet were taking her faster than the rest of her could follow. As she waited on the stoop of the familiar blue house, you bent down and lifted the 5th rock from the left that lined the path. The key was there, just as it always had been, though now it was aged with rust. You’d hidden it there after being unable to wake your Dad from his drunken stupor on more than one occasion.

The house—your house, was nothing grand, but the look on your daughter's face said otherwise.

“Mama, we get this whole place?”

You tussled her hair as she moved to wander the living room. “Sure do, baby girl.

The two of you had lived in a one bedroom for her entire life. In the six years since you'd had her, she’d never really had a space to call her own, and even though you’d given Maggie all you had, it killed you not to be able to give her what she deserved.

“So, I was thinking…Maggie?”

You walked the familiar hallway to find her in your old bedroom; it looked exactly like it did the day you left.

“Mama! Is this you?” She ran at you, holding an old Polaroid.

With tender hands, you grabbed it from her. “It sure is, Mags.”

Her smile grew as she spoke, “So pretty, Mama. Who’s the peoples with you?”

The grin on your face matched hers, “This right here? This is Robin, she’s the one who sends me all of those funny birthday cards.”

Robin didn’t know you were back, and you’re not exactly sure how to say, “Hey remember me? Your friend who disappeared? Well, I’m back for good and so is my daughter that you’ve never met.”

“Oh, who’s this boy?”

You chuckled, “That’s Steve. He’s a real cheese-ball, but you’d love him. I hope you get to meet him some day"

Maggie's giggles filled the room, and you could feel your cheeks aching from the size of your smile.

She deserves the world. I'm gonna make sure she gets it.

"Mama?"

You sit on the edge of your old desk, "Hm?"

"Who's this guy with the long hair?"

Your heart sank. Collapsing in on itself, and descending into your stomach. "That's uh, his...his name is Eddie."

Saying his name--speaking him into reality made you sick. It made your bones ache and your muscles twist with rage and grief.

Just then, your beautiful daughter, blissfully unaware and innocent, asks a follow up question.

"Is he your friend too, Mama?"

The lump in your throat was hard to swallow, but you do it for her. "He used to be." It's all you can manage.

She holds the photo in her little hand, analyzing the image with all of the brainpower her six year old mind could muster.

"His eyes kinda look like my eyes!"

7 little words, spoken in the sweetest, happiest tone, break you.

"They kinda do, don't they?" You ask, turning around to pretend to organize whatever random clutter you could find.

Maggie places the photo on the desk, and moved on to the next room.

"Wow, Mama! A bathtub! i can take bubble baths!" She echos off the tiles walls, and you crumble. Falling to you knees and silencing your sobs with you palm.

How are you gonna do this? How are you going to live here and avoid him? What will happen in he sees you? See's her?

Maggie is all that matters in this. Hawkins is big enough, right? Surely, you can avoid all of the old haunts you remember Eddie going too. Avoid the Hideout and Lover's Lake, and certainly avoid the Forest Hill's trailer park.

God, that place was your sanctuary for so long--both you and Eddie.

After every party, every fight with your Dad, you'd find comfort at the Munson home. Wayne demanding you stay as long as you wanted, and assuring you that this place is as much yours as it is Eddie's.

The trailer was where you cleaned Eddie up after every run in with Jason and the other douchebags at Hawkins High.

NOVEMBER 15th, 1985

Your fingertips turned crimson as you held the damp towel to Eddie’s nose. He winced the moment it made contact with the newly bruised flesh.

“Fucking…fuck.” Eddie barely managed to get it out.

You recoiled, but he protested. “Nope…no. Just, just get it over with.”

Slowly and as carefully as you could, you dabbed the blood from the already purple skin. “Jesus, Eds. You bruise like a peach.” It’s a small offer of a joke, a way to ease his pain and your guilt.

A hiss as you touch a particularly sensitive part on the bridge of his nose. “Sorry.” You’re the one wincing now.

“Still look tough though, right? Even if I got my ass kicked?” He smiled gently, a self-deprecating pull at the corner of his mouth.

The trailer was cold, it was just turning fall in Hawkins, and Wayne didn’t use the heat unless it was below freezing. A chill ran down your spine as your stomach flipped.

“You got a couple of good licks in, I just wish you didn’t—“

He cuts you off immediately. “It’s never a question, and you know that.”

A shaking sigh passes your lips as you turn your back to him. The warm water running from the sink rinses the blood out of the washcloth, and as swirls of red spin down the drain, you're fighting back tears. “Jason’s a prick who gets his rocks off watching people squirm. He knows I’m repulsed by him. He’s not worth it, Eddie.”

You hated seeing him like this because of you. Jason was being foul and vulgar and his typical jock-with-one-brain-cell self when he’d cornered you in the cafeteria.

Fortunately for you, he didn’t see Eddie walk in behind him.

Jason was describing exactly how he’d 'make you moan'—barf—when Eddie spun him around and decked him.

He was able to get three or four shots on him before the rest of Jason's caveman friends ganged up on Eddie, only stopping when Principal Higgins stepped in.

“He’s not, but you are. I don’t know how many times we gotta go over this, Bug. I’ll never let anyone hurt you--ever. Who cares if I get a little banged up in the process?”

Bug.

The nickname he's called you for the past 4 years. A way he shows you that it really is just you and him against the world.

"I care. You're all I've got Eddie Munson." You say it dramatically, in hope the seriousness of the moment wouldn't make things weird. Eddie's warm hand finds your cheek, the pad of his thumb swept over the soft skin.

"Forever, kid. You and me."

The memory made you shiver.

Get it together. You chastise yourself.

"Hey Mags?" You call, scrubbing the emotion from your face onto your palms.

She bounds down the hall, still in awe at the space. "Yeah, Mom? Did you know my room has a closet? I can fit all my toys inside!"

Your arms reach for her, and she jumps into your embrace instantly. After squeezing her, you pull back to take in the little person you'd made.

God, she really does look so much like him.

She's got your nose, and cheeks for sure. But those eyes? The smile? That's Eddie, through and through.

"You know I love you, right?" You kiss her forehead.

Maggie pushed your cheeks together, smushing you face in her palms. "I know, Mama. 'Nember what you always say?"

"What's that, Mags?" You ask, brushing the hair from her eyes.

"You and me, kid. Forever and ever."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #OoTW #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic

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hellenhighwater · 8 months

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hello madam highwater!

so i turned 21 a few weeks and while i absolutely realize that i am very young, practically a baby according to some, i still feel very hm unaccomplished and like i haven't made the most of my life thus far so! i'd like to ask you (an incredibly accomplished person by any standards) when you started feeling like you were Doing something with your life or even how you made the most of your early 20s (i'm assuming a fair amount of outgoing-ness will need to be peppered into my personality...)

thanks much!!

You know, I spent most of my early 20s working and in college--where I am it takes a juris doctor degree to be a lawyer, so it's...a lot of school--but I don't know that I'd consider myself accomplished. It's more that I have these things (job, house, hobbies) that I have piled into a Heap Of My Things that I sit crankily atop, shooting fire at any clanking idiot who wants to take my stuff.

I guess I didn't feel like I was doing much of anything until I was out of college. Not because getting my (excessive) education was trivial, but the constant schedule unrest that is living from term-to-term made it hard to feel settled into anything at all. But in terms of feeling like I'd made the most of it, I can give you the advice I always give.

Which is to say yes to things. If I am invited somewhere, and it's not a schedule conflict or a serious risk of injury that wouldn't be worth it, I'm there. Even if I'm tired, even if I think I won't like it, even if I don't really know anyone--I get invited, I show up, and I try my hardest to have a good time. And sometimes when I'm not invited, but I think something will be interesting, I do the inviting myself.

I find that times like right now, when I'm flopped out on a couch covered in kittens, faffing about online, are good and necessary parts of life, but they happen without effort. I'm going to wind up scrolling and heaped in cats if I don't try to do anything, and this time is going to fall through the cracks of my memory when I look back at this year decades from now. I might remember yanking out my brother's bushes with a truck this weekend, or the wedding I went to, or the potluck at a friend's, or any of the three D&D campaigns I'm in at the moment.

So if someone says "hey would you like to do something," I say yes...and my life fills up. Early 20s is a great time to be doing any fun and new thing that occurs to you! Try everything, see what sticks.

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eideticallys · 1 year

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The Cure to Injuries

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you most definitely didn’t think that the most effective cure to a bruise is a gentle kiss placed on it.

genre: fluff & angst

word count: 1.8k

author's notes: this is the first fic i have ever written since my stay on wattpad during grade school. so, forgive me for any mistakes & cheesiness that bled into it. spencer is too cute and he deserves more softness in his life. anyway, i hope you'll enjoy what you're about to read as much as i enjoyed writing it. i hope you'll like & reblog if you find this fic good. please do tell me if you want me to write more because i will! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

GROWING UP, YOU’VE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU WANTED TO DO SOMETHING TO HELP PEOPLE. The first job you thought of was becoming a teacher. However, you realized that making lesson plans and dealing with naughty kids weren’t your thing.

The next one was becoming a lawyer. But, you’ve had enough of seeing your dad being buried in paperwork and your family telling you, "You’d be a great lawyer! You literally enjoy debating with everyone."

Then, you thought of becoming a doctor. You were good at science, and you found the human body interesting. That was your dream until you had to see your friends vomit literal bile on the sidewalk and have their stomachs pumped after a night of drinking. After that, you didn’t think you could deal with vomit and other possible human excretions in the future.

Luckily, one sunny day, your brightest idea of what you wanted your future to be like finally came to you. You wanted to work for the FBI. You’ve always been a bit too interested in criminal justice, but at the same time, you wanted to fuse it with your interest in science. So, you’ve decided that becoming a profiler is your end goal.

You just didn’t think about how becoming one could involve getting bruised and battered, possibly even shot at and blown up, and you most definitely didn’t think that the most effective cure to a bruise is a gentle kiss placed on it.

"Ow! It’s good you aren’t the medical doctor kind of doctor because your patient would definitely file a complaint against you."

You huffed and puffed, as you gingerly sat on the ambulance, accompanied by your co-worker, Dr. Spencer Reid. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at you as he continued prodding you for other injuries.

The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, or BAU, has been your workplace for almost four years now. You never thought you’d get here after you realized that you don’t only need brains to become a profiler but also brawn. Fortunately for you, you were too smart for the FBI to pass up on, and, well, you at least passed your physical exams—albeit barely but still enough to get to where you are now. Oh, the dream!

Where you are right now, despite that, is definitely not the dream. You were presently black and blue after being the one to take down and make the arrest of the unsub who had abducted children in Kentucky as surrogates for her deceased child. Despite your injuries, the day ended on a positive note. All the children are going home to their parents alive, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Well, that, and the incessant flocking of your co-worker, who just so happened to be the person with whom you have harbored romantic feelings for quite some time now.

"What you did was stupid, Y/L/N! You could’ve gotten killed, going in there like you’re bulletproof or something," Reid exclaimed, complete with the hand gestures and the word vomit when he’s excited or worried. "Did you forget what happened five months, seven days, and three hours ago? You got shot in the arm!"

In this case, you’re positive he’s about to pass out from all the talking and lack of breathing.

"You know, Reid," You chuckled in amusement and said, "I’m more concerned about you keeping track of the exact date and time I got injured. Are you sure you’re doing that out of concern for me as your coworker, or is it because you secretly have feelings for me?"

The doctor paled, his pouty lips opening and closing like those of a fish, swimming in the depths of the ocean.

"W-what?! What do you mean I have feelings for you?"

That made your heart twitch, and not in a good way. You knew the doctor couldn't reciprocate your feelings. He just happened to have a phenomenal memory. He can’t help but store random information; he has no choice but to remember. But, you can’t help yourself. A tiny part of you still yearns for him to return your feelings. Oh well, you’d rather have him as your friend than nothing at all. But, a little teasing won’t hurt, right?

"I’m kidding, Reid," you snickered, "I know you know that piece of information because of that eidetic memory of yours or whatever."

"It’s not just because of that, you know," Reid sighed.

That gave you pause. It seemed like your world stopped turning and nothing else mattered. It couldn’t be, you thought, there’s no way he likes you back. You’re you, and he’s this otherworldly guy. You can’t even believe he’s real.

"What?" You chuckled nervously, tugging at your ear gently, "What are you saying, Spencer?"

Spencer sighed and frowned, "I know I was the reason you got shot that day, Y/N. I saw the glint in your eye when you thought the best way to save me from getting shot was to push me out of the way and shield me. And that was a stupid move, by the way."

Your jaw dropped. You were about to say something, but Spencer beat you to it.

"Let me finish first," He said, raising his index finger as if to say I still have a lot to say, "It’s stupid because you almost got yourself killed. I was about to move out of the way when you covered for me and you got hurt! You got hurt, Y/N! How was I supposed to live with myself if you ended up dying that day because of me? How, Y/N?"

"But I didn’t! I’m here, Reid." You’re scowling now and about to rant Spencer’s ear off. " What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry I wanted to save you that day? Because I’m not!"

You know that what you did that day was incredibly stupid of you. What Reid was saying was true. You could have died that day, but you were too selfish to admit that. You were so selfish that you couldn’t imagine living a life without Spencer Reid in it if you hadn't pushed him out of the way and ended up hurting yourself for it. And you have had no regrets to this day about doing it.

"That’s the thing, Y/N," Reid was almost full-on shouting now: "No matter how much you end up getting hurt to protect the people around you, you don’t care! Did you really think I’d appreciate what you did for me if you ended up seriously getting hurt, or worse, dead?"

Your vision is getting blurry from the unshed tears now. You love Reid so much, but he wouldn’t get it. He would never see you as more than just a coworker. More than a friend.

"No, Spencer," you sniffled, looking directly at him now, "I know you wouldn’t have appreciated it if that happened. Call me selfish, but I care for you too much to ever let anything hurt you and regret what I did."

You stood up from where you were sitting and were about to head to the SUV where you could be alone before driving back to the precinct, but Spencer didn’t let you. He held your wrist, pulled you back, and groaned.

"God, you’re insufferable!" He exclaimed, "Don’t you get it? I care about you, Y/N!"

"I know, Reid," you smiled wistfully, "you care about me because I’m your friend."

"No, I don’t."

This made you stop in your tracks and stare at him intently.

"I don’t care about you as a friend, Y/N. I never did."

"Oh."

Reid sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. "Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I don’t expect you to love me back—"

"I love you." This made Reid stop fully. "I have loved you since the day you talked my ear off about Doctor Who. I have loved you since that time I woke up in the middle of the night back in Atlanta and ended up knocking on your door because I couldn't go back to sleep. You told me you'd always be here for me."

"I love you, Spencer Reid."

Before you could overthink your sudden confession, Spencer held your uninjured cheek with his slender hand—and the next thing you know, he is kissing you.

You couldn't help but gasp. You were startled by the suddenness. His lips were warm and soft, almost pillowy against yours. Warmth blossomed in your chest as Spencer's lips brushed against yours tentatively. The smell of his hair—like the smell of early mornings after a night of rain—was dizzying. He smelled so clean and fresh, like soap, with a hint of the smell of a new book.

You felt lightheaded as he swiped his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance, which you gave him. You could taste the hint of sweet coffee he drank just minutes before the takedown. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath and his fingers as he carded it through your hair while you breathed each other in.

You never imagined kissing Spencer could feel like this.

Regretfully, your bruised cheek was starting to take the brunt of all the snogging. You had to pull away because you were running out of breath, so you tapped his cheek. Spencer wasn't taking the hint at all, which made you giggle—cute. Having no other choice, you held both of his cheeks and pulled away.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, silly," you chortled; he's so cute. "I just ran out of breath, and my bruised cheeks hurt. It isn't your fault. Don't worry." You assured him.

Spencer sighed a breath of relief, which made you want to tease him.

"I know what can stop my bruises from hurting, though."

Eager to please you, the doctor was about to start searching for possible medical remedies to your injuries, not knowing you had something else in mind.

"You could plant a kiss on them." You grinned widely as you saw Spencer's neck start reddening, "I'm kidding, Spence," you said, "You don't have to—"

You didn't expect Spencer—of all people—to be the type of person who would shower you with kisses if you asked him, but he is. He started planting light kisses on the purple blotches on your face—not caring that anyone from the local police to your workmates from the bureau could see you.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N," Reid said, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he brushed his lips against yours once again.

You never thought the best day of your life would be the day you get injured. You never thought the best cure for cuts, scrapes, and bruises could be a kiss from the one you love the most—Spencer Reid.

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decolonize-the-left · 25 days

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GENERAL STRIKE TIME BABEY. READ THE WHOLE POST.

While we're all mad at government sending money to Israel that police budgets are so inflated because of how often they pay settlements.

And also that it's a verified fact that our police train with Israeli soldiers. Remember when they were black bagging people in PDX? It reminded me of this ex-Israeli soldier talking about how they'd do the same thing to innocent Palestinians just to terrorize them and their neighbors. It was intentional terrorism when they did it.

Police budgets pay for all that.

Correction, we pay.

To put it more bluntly,

We pay for them to kill and terrorize people.

Just as our taxes pay for the deaths of Black and Brown people all over the world from Turtle Island to Sudan and Palestine.

In Dec. 2022, Louisville Metro Government agreed to pay Walker $2 million to settle lawsuits against the city. Metro government previously paid a $12 million settlement to Taylor’s family in Sept. 2020

We paid for Breonna Taylor's death.

And her murderers were never arrested btw. Not that there aren't still people trying to arrest them of course. But our money paid for their lawyers and wouldn't you know it, no charges have stuck.

Four years to the day after Breonna Taylor’s death, federal prosecutors are moving forward with a re-trial of one of the officers involved in the botched raid that ended her life. At a status conference Wednesday, U.S. District Court Judge Rebecca Grady Jennings scheduled Brett Hankison’s final pre-trial hearing for September 13th. His re-trial is scheduled to begin on Oct. 15. In November of last year, Hankinson was tried for violating the Constitutional rights of Breonna Taylor, her boyfriend, and three neighbors when he fired through two covered windows during the raid. Prosecutors argued he used excessive force when he shot into the apartment complex blindly. Taylor’s boyfriend, Kenneth Walker, had fired at officers executing the search, claiming he thought they were intruders.

And Myles Cosgrove?

Yeah we're paying him to terrorize more people. He got a job as a fucking sheriff's deputy.

Myles Cosgrove, the former Louisville police officer, who was fired for fatally shooting Breonna Taylor in a botched 2020 police raid and hired earlier this year as a sheriff’s deputy in Carroll County, rammed a resident’s truck with his cruiser Monday and then pointed a gun at the owner and several bystanders, witnesses said.

Witnesses told The Courier Journal that Cosgrove barreled into Happy Hollow Private Resort Park trailer park at a high rate of speed without his emergency lights on, then struck William Joshua Short’s pickup truck with such force that it sent the vehicle flying into a building, breaking off two cinder blocks.

And Johnathan Mattingly wrote a fucking book about it to make money off of his role in her murder. $15 on Amazon.

He also wanted to sue Kenneth Walker, Breonna's boyfriend. You know why? For damages and injuries he sustained while killing Breonna Taylor.

WE PAID FOR ALL THAT. ALL OF IT.

Our power is in our dollar.

American politics and officials don't care for our lives. It's why they're content to watch us protest for months. Because we're still going to work. We are the worker ants simply fulfilling our duty, receiving the bare minimum to survive for our labor.

We're still building their bombs. Paying our taxes, so much that hardly any of us could afford more than rent.

We are just drones fulfilling our purpose to the upper class who doesn't give a shit about us beyond what we do for them and how little we will do it for.

If we want change we're gonna have to stop working. We're going to have to deprive them of products they sell, of our taxes, of our low cost labor.

And the strike that UAW is planning in May 2028 has inspired a lot of others to start looking at the opportunity to join in.

If you haven't heard of it yet, a strike is when workers organize and stop showing up for work. And a general strike is a mass strike across various industries around similar demands or bargaining positions.

There have been multiple calls for a general strike since then, predominantly from individuals and groups on social media, which has often resulted in confusion about what a general strike would actually look like. To be clear, a general strike is not a protest or a rally, a single picket line, or a boycott. It is, as I’ve previously defined, “a labor action in which a significant number of workers from a number of different industries who comprise a majority of the total labor force within a particular city, region, or country come together to take collective action.”

Throughout history, workers have used this tactic as a nuclear option to shut down entire cities when needed, including Philadelphia in 1835, Seattle in 1919, and beyond.[...]

If even four or five of the unions representing the workers mentioned above banded together in a nationwide general strike, the entire country would grind to a halt. When Shawn Fain asks his fellow unions to set the timer for May 2028, what he’s really saying is, get ready to shut sh*t down and level the playing field between bosses and workers once and for all.

JOIN A UNION. AND TALK ABOUT THIS.

And make one of the demands out to be an end of American support to countries participating in apartheid and genocide.

End the taxes for police budgets and settlements. If they want police departments so bad then they should FIND funding for themselves like the government makes USPS do.

One of the biggest pushbacks we hear is that there is never any official backing for calls to a general strike. Well here it is! Make sure you tell EVERYONE

This could be a global strike if other countries choose to participate on the same date

No, I don't think Palestine has 3 years so in the mean time join a union, keep protesting, start rioting, answer Every call to action coming from a Palestine and Sudan and the DRC and sign this strike card

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rainybubbles · 19 days

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COD men and civilian jobs

I was wondering for you, what would COD men do if they had a civilian job?

Please share your opinionnnn !!!

So :

-I imagine Soap as a firefighter or a sports coach; he loves people and craves the thrill of adrenaline.

-Gaz could be a teacher, emanating a calm aura, and I see him excelling with kids or teenagers. Alternatively, he might thrive as a doctor or surgeon in the ER due to his ability to handle stressful situations. (the question is what subject as a teacher ?)

-Ghost might be best suited as a mechanic or a cook. He possesses exceptional skills but dislikes client service or social interaction. With his preference for routine, a career as a cook suits him well.

-Price would excel as a history teacher, particularly at the university level. (I've seen so many fics about it, I love it each times) His passion for guiding and assisting others, leading them to achieve their Ph.D. or dreams, aligns perfectly with this role.

-Nikolai's fit is obvious—he'd make an excellent pilot, perhaps in Formula 1, or even a taxi driver.

-Alex's strong sense of justice suggests a career in the legal system, perhaps initially as a lawyer defending large corporations before realizing the ethical implications and shifting to advocate for the underprivileged, akin to Murdock.

-Farah's natural inclination toward defending people's rights makes her a perfect fit for a career in politics. She would thrive in electoral campaigns and fighting for social justice issues, embodying the qualities of a strong leader.

-Laswell also exudes political vibes, aligning with a similar career trajectory, or maybe an interpret.

-König seems suited to be a baker, I am possibly influenced by reading too much about bakeries featuring Konig. Additionally, baking often serves as a coping mechanism for anxiety, which could resonate with him. Imagining him in a quaint local bakery in a peaceful village feels fitting.

-Alejandro's need for action suggests a career as an MMA fighter or a police officer. (it sounds dumb, but it makes sense in my mind-)His inherent drive to confront challenges and conflicts makes him well-suited for such physically demanding roles.

-Rudy appears outwardly calm but harbors a fiery passion. He might have been an ex-athlete who suffered a severe injury, leading him to find solace in a quieter profession like being a librarian. This juxtaposition of calmness and inner fire aligns well with such a career path.

Tell me your opinion, I really want to write a "how you meet them" in this AU, so does it sound good for you or not ?

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alex keller x reader #farah karim x reader #nikolai x reader #kate laswell x reader

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Hello local lawyer BemusedlyBespectacled. How does one get a job as a lawyer specializing in suing high-profile assholes, the way Mark Bankston seems to? What field of lawyering is he?

He is a personal injury attorney! Apparently his firm's thing originally was doing product defect cases – stuff where you have, like, a car that has a defect, and as a result you're in a car crash and are horribly injured, so you sue the car manufacturer.

With personal injury attorneys, typically you only take a chunk of whatever money you win (he's described it as "I eat what I kill"). So like, if you win a million dollars for the client, you get some percentage of that million to make up for the months and/or years of work you did essentially for free.

I think with the Sandy Hook parents, he took their case pro bono, but is still recouping some lost money because of how much sanctionable shit Jones' lawyers pulled. (And that is money that goes directly to him/his firm, because he wasted time and money on, like, trial prep for a trial that was delayed by several months, or hiring a court reporter for a depo that was essentially hours of bullshit, solely because of Jones' shenanigans)

With this new case with Musk, I think he's just gotten a reputation now as a guy who is very, very good at taking down powerful media figures who defame people by making up or spreading conspiracy theories about them. No idea how he's getting paid for that one (I don't know if it's pro bono or if it's with the usual agreement), but I think it doesn't matter, given that he's almost immedaitely had to ask for sanctions from Musk's side because the guy defending that disaster of a deposition DIDN'T HAVE A TEXAS LAW LICENSE, WASN'T ADMITTED PRO HOC VICE, AND WASN'T THERE WITH A "SPONSORING" TEXAS ATTORNEY, WHICH IS WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO EVEN IF YOU'RE ADMITTED PRO HOC VICE.

#askbox #personal #my-smial #bb is a lawyer #mark bankston #knowledge fight

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Life Path 1

youngest souls (along with 3’s), leaders, masculine, athletic, argumentative/anger issues, must work hard and no shortcuts in life (unless there’s also an 8/28 in your birthday), tend to have very original ideas, good at bouncing back from the bottom, biggest goal should be becoming a leader in some way

Life Path 3

youngest souls (along with 1’s), child-like energy, strong communication skills, random but they usually have a good weight loss story, make the best lawyers, outgoing but if not they can socialize well when they need to, lots of friends (depending on other numbers), argumentative/know it all, funniest, most likely to be criminals, immature at times, witty, depending on other numbers will often have a youthful appearance/baby face, biggest goal should involve having an audience

Life Path 4

hard worker, must work hard for anything they want in life/things don’t come easy, disciplined, wealth number (only through hard work), always at the top of the music industry (ex: drake), best criminal justice workers (ex: detectives, cops), often obsessed with sex, obsessed with true crime, good at bouncing back from the bottom, biggest goal should involve finding work that they love

Life Path 5

most conventionally attractive, high sexual energy, health, change, travels a lot/must travel a lot to fulfill purpose, good at travel jobs (ex: pilot, flight attendant), often perverts, fun to be around, free spirited, need their freedom to be happy, doesn’t enjoy when people try to restrict them in any way or tie them down, good entertainers, unpredictable, second most likely to cheat, biggest goal should involve traveling the world

Life Path 6

best friends to have, nurturing, homebody, family oriented/makes good parent, depending on other numbers may struggle with weight, good cooks/bakers, most have a lower iq but a small percentage are genius’ depending on other numbers in their birthday, usually struggle with mental health, biggest goal should be having a family or a close friend group that supports them

Life Path 7

intelligence based on logic rather than emotions, usually one of the smartest people in the room, struggles with love, enjoys being alone, good with technology/at technological careers, prone to injuries/sickness more than other signs (depending on Vietnamese zodiac and other numbers), can be unfaithful romantically depending on other numbers, most likely to be homosexual, blunt, most likely to cheat, biggest goal should be mastering knowledge in one of their primary interests in life

Life Path 8

money motivated, karma comes quickly to you and the people who hurt you, ambitious, powerful individuals, underrated influential number, beauty is based on karma and unattractive 8’s will have bad past life karma but attractive one’s don’t (ex: tyla), weight is based on karma, workhorse, judgmental, experiences ups and downs with money but usually gains wealth when older unless there’s unresolved karma, doesn’t get away with dishonesty easily, good at bouncing back from the bottom, controlling, biggest goal should be making money and experiencing the material world

Life Path 9

most attractive number of extreme beauty if karma has been worked through (ex: madison beer, megan fox), strong feminine energy, spiritually connected, strong intuition, adapts well to surroundings, great performers/singers/rappers/entertainers, best actors (ex: timothee chalamet), best scammers, best manipulators, simps, egotistical, most challenging reincarnation (of the younger souls), addictive personalities, best at crypto, often have a rough childhood, good swimmers, have the ability to make others a better version of themself (except 11/22/33), unfortunately they’re often the most hated, hard life path for men to have but easy for women to have, 9’s tell you a lot about how you are, biggest goal in their life should involve feeling complete in life

Life Path 2/11

old soul, most emotional/empaths, feminine, best athletes, most likely to be famous, one of the 4 beauty numbers, strong charisma, inspiring, attracts copycats, peace maker, spiritual guider/messenger, one of the most challenging life path’s, at a low vibration can be emotionally unstable, talented writers/authors

Life Path 22

old soul, hard workers, good at building things in all aspects of life, good at destroying things in all aspects of life, strong build (body), the best at body building, great fitness trainers, wisest, good architects, at a low vibration can be violent, vengeful, one of the most challenging life path’s

Life Path 33

oldest soul, the most challenging life path you can have, most influential/impactful number, best teachers, soulmate is a 32/5, high vibration (people will always benefit from being around a 33), enlightenment, good therapists/counselors, big ego, matrix makes them suffer the most as this is their last reincarnation, you’ll rarely meet one that doesn’t smoke/drink/do drugs (if they don’t then they really know how to handle their vibration well), good at bouncing back from the bottom

#lifepath number #lifepath #numerology #matrix #numerology blog

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 3 - A taste of what can happen

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The next morning, your team leader held a meeting with you and Wanda as you received your first assignment at work. Part of the work at Stark News is to interview popular celebrities and your task was to interview the new star idol, Sherry.

"I will let you guys handle this interview. Hope you'll do a good job." Your team leader said before leaving. You were excited to start your first assignment as you reached your desk, but Wanda warned you not to be too excited as she heard that she could be very troublesome. "Isn't she an adorable young lady?"

"You're so naive! You really think that people in the entertainment industry are all what they look like?"

Having arranged for a meeting with her agent, you waited for her at the confirmed location. However, after an hour and the next, there was no sight of her. "Isn't she too cocky?! She actually let us wait for so long." Wanda complained as she was onto her second cup of coffee.

Right then, the door chimed sang and attracted your head towards the door. Finally Sherry arrived wearing her wide hat and sunglasses. "I only have 15 minutes. You should quickly as now, I have no time to spend with you two." She said rudely and refuses to take off her sunglasses.

"Then, let's begin!" Wanda said after making eye contact with you. "Why didn't you give me water? I am very thirsty! Where is my water?" She demanded. Thankfully the cafe wasn't populated to see this scene. You quickly went to order her a lemonade after asking what she preferred.

"Excuse me..." Wanda was about to start when she interrupted. "Okay, time's up. I still have other appointment to go to!" She stood up and got ready to collect her bag. "Wait, Miss Sherry." You tried to hold her back. "It wouldn't be good if word of your behaviour spreads out, isn't it?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you think people will believe what you say?" She raised her hand and gave you a tight slap that you were surprised you didn't fall. "Why are you hitting her? Y/N, are you okay?" Wanda stepped closer to make sure you were fine. "I advise you not to write anything bad, or else you'll suffer." She smirked. "I am not Maggie. You want to fight with me? You are far from capable."

"What? What does this have to do with her?" Your cheeks were still pulsing from the pain when you asked. "Becasue Maggie, is my sister!" She revealed. "You guys wait and receive my lawyer's letter! You already disturbed my timetable and work. You'd better think about how to compensate me!"

"Y/N... do you know each other? Who is Maggie?" Wanda asked as both of you could only watch Sherry leave. "I guess so, I have some encounter with her sister."

"What about the interview? Do we really need to compensate her?"

"Don't worry about it."

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When you reached home, you checked around to make sure that no one was around as you quickly looked for some ice for your face.

"Y/N, you're back." You heard Brooke coming from behind hurried packing the ice. "Mmn, I just got back, I need to settle some stuff upstairs." You gave a random comment to get her off your back.

You looked at your reflection once you're upstairs. "This little star is so rough, I've already got a bruise." You touched the tender part of your bruise before pulling away, wincing. Never have you gotten an injury from a second party.

"Y/N." You heard Natasha's voice out the door and dove into your bed to hide. "I'm tired! I want to have some rest, you just go out!" In fact, Natasha knew something was wrong with you as Brook told her that you rush upstairs with red cheeks and thought you were sick. Not caring what you said, she pulled the cover away. "My cover! Return it to me!" You reached out for the cover and she took this opportunity to make sure you stay close enough for her to inspect.

You pulled away. "I accidentally knocked into a door, nothing serious. It will recover tomorrow." She stared at you before wheeling herself away. "I will check it out if you don't tell me the truth."

"Don't! I, I can handle it myself. I will give you an answer later."

"Okay."

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The next day, you rushed to the office as your team leader screamed at you through the phone.

"What are you young people thinking! What do you treat your work as?" Your team leader said in the presence of Sherry and her lawyer in the meeting room. "Yesteday, I asked you to make an interview. What happened?"

"Even if you guys are newcomers, and don't know the rules yet, how come you let Miss Sherry wait for you for so long?" You were presented with a compensation agreement and flipped through them. "You even questioned her private life, that's taing it too far!"

"Miss Millicent, she's lying! Actually it's us who waited for her for more than an hour, she also-." Wanda spoke up. "How can this lady take nonsense." Her lawyer started defending Sherry. "You can't slander Miss Sherry."

"I... I cannot believe you guys will say this about me. Yesterday, I was still contemplating on letting this matter go, but now, I don't see the point anymore." She sure know how to act, putting on fake tears for the show. "Miss Sherry, your acting is so amazing, why not consider being an actress instead?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Apologise immediately!" Miss Millicent couldn't believe you were trying to add oil to the fire. "Why do I have to apologise to someone who framed us? Team leader, here is the record about what had happened yesterday." You placed the recorder on the table. "You will know who is at fault after listening to it."

Sherry instantly reached out for it but you weren't afraid. "It's okay if you destroy it. I've already made back up copy of this recording."

By now, everyone was looking at her, disappointed. "Sherry.. What should I say now..." Even her lawyer have given up on her.

"Miss Sherry, even though our company isn't that big, you shouldn't humiliate and threaten people." Her lawyer was trying to extinguish the fire when she shouted at you to watch out and left.

"Y/N, Wanda. I'm so sorry that I misunderstood both of you."

"That's okay, so do we publish the interview?"

"Why not? This is great news! Both of you had done a great job." Millicent has a sinister look on her face, like she won a huge catch.

By the next day, the news was on all major headlines. And you were kinda worried that you have pissed Stephanie off again.

"Nat, the rest of the monitoring results have been sent to your email. And Sherry is Maggie's sister." Clint reported as she was working. That's why she didn't want me to interfere, Natasha thought. "Ask all companies under Romanoff Corporation to terminate all cooperation with Sherry, and pressure those companies that are in business with us. Otherwise, don't let her know."

"Got it."

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"It's nothing but a small news, why all the cooperate have been cancelled? It's impossible." Sherry complained as she continues to receive numerous emails about the termination of contract with her.

"Sherry, what happened?" Maggie called to ask her after reading the news. "Sister, I only wanted to teach Y/N a lesson for you."

"Who did you say? Y/N Y/L/N? Sherry, you must be crazy to do that to her! This is your end!"

As if to make a final nail in the coffin, she received another message that the company has decided to forgo her.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #my writing #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfiction #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #unwanted marriage #mcu x reader #marvel #avengers

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The Darkness In Me - Masterlist

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

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🖤 Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Pairings: Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Fem.Reader

🖤 Rating: Mature - Explicit

🖤 Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (This series will contain 18+ themes)

🖤 Word Count: 25,966

🖤 Start Date: 8/8/23

🖤 End Date: N/A

🖤A/N: For those who aren't the biggest Marvel fans, I'm going to give you a little backstory behind this fic. This story is based on the "Spider-Gwen" comics where in this universe, Earth-65, Matt's origin story is very similar to the one where we already know, except Stick was killed by the Hand and takes Matt under their wing. He's turned into an assassin, but still goes to law school and eventually becomes Wilson Fisk's defense lawyer. Somewhere along the line, Matt cuts ties with Fisk and becomes Kingpin himself. This story was kind of a 'A-ha!' moment, and I decided it would be interesting to see this take on Matt with a reader insert. Don't know how many stories I'll do, but if you readers seemed to like it I'll keep going :) Enjoy!

-INDEX-

🖤 Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Story 2: Auld Acquaintances

Summary: Deciding you have no choice anymore, especially how your new partner scares you half to death, and the police in this city seemed not to care, your hundred percent committed to becoming a vigilante. But before you could do this, you run into an old childhood friend and his business partner. But unknowingly to you, he’s not the same little boy you remembered hanging out with. He’s… something else entirely.

🖤 Story 3: Kingpin & Daredevil

Summary: Your night trying to save a kid takes a dangerous turn. Now fighting to stay alive after a possible life threatening injury, you soon find yourself face-to-face with the man that runs this city’s underworld: The Kingpin. Aka… your childhood friend.

🖤 Story 4: Snapdragon (Coming Soon)

Summary: Your world is officially upside down. Your small taste of nostalgia has been ruined by what you discovered. Now, you’re out on investigations with Frank, and decide to dig deeper on other cases to take your mind off things. But of course, you always had the worst luck, and nothing can make your heart stop when you find the King of Darkness in your living room.

🖤 Story 5: A Euphoric Misery (Coming Soon)

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@up-in-space-reading @itwasthereaminuteago @lazyxsquirrel @yeonalie @scoliobean @kayden666

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joepelling · 24 days

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possible duck jobs:

antiques dealer (gets into screaming matches at auctions, lowballs every customer)

personal injury lawyer (has garish billboards all over)

food stylist (only does high profile jobs because he thinks they’re the only ones worth his time)

terrible housewife (either no kids or at least 4, can’t cook, this doesn’t stop him from cooking)

fashion photographer (exclusively photographs models he finds hot, works demanding hours)

food critic (only gives good reviews on foods he likes already)

children’s television director (micromanages everything, does all the casting himself, plays favorites with the crew)

professional drag queen (a bad jazz singer)

tiktok influencer (almost exclusively does sponsored posts)

#superego #poast #i’ll keep updating this post when i think of stuff so feel free to come back later :O

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lindisworld · 3 months

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Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

summary: Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Prologue

a/n: this is totally not proofread and this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr, don’t hate on me yall. still learning the ropes of using this app

The incredible phenomenon known as the soul connection, between two people intertwining their bodies and soul into a deeper profound connection. Whether it’s a scrape, a hit, or simply a paper cut etched into the person’s physical body, it’s mirrored by the soulmate. Fortunately, the injuries sustained isn’t felt by the other individual in any way.

There’s [Name] who worked hard in her owned business, a coffee shop; a calm and serene place where people come for relaxation. The sweet aroma of coffee casted over the costumers, a soft melody of classical music playing in the background.

It stood tiny compared to the other buildings, yet no matter how tiny it is. It’s popular amongst office workers, locals and tourists.

The exterior was a caramel brown that glistened brighter in the sunlight. The sun reflected off the tinted windows, stopping unwanted heat from going through.

Costumers bustled in and out throughout the day, a warm cup of coffee in hand. A new order came in every five minutes, the soft sound of the espresso machine brewing overlaps the music.

“Is your soulmate that reckless?,” Marci Stahl, one of the many people who frequently come, pointed out towards the bruises, taking [Name]’s arm gently.

Marci is a lawyer from Landman and Zack, which is close by to [Name]’s cafe. Well, was a lawyer at Landman and Zack. She’s also known as [Name]'s childhood bestfriend who had a major dislike towards the soulmate despite not even knowing who it is. Cause who injures themselves that much?

Though, she couldn’t feel the bruising of her flesh, she still wondered how can one person obtain so many contusions. [Name] brought her arm closer to her face, observing the reddish injuries.

Blotches of red and blue marks littered her arm; going from her forearm to her shoulder. The discoloration contrasting to her regular skin color.

“Marci, they're probably really clumsy or something,” [Name] creased her brows together in distress - most of the time the bruises were on her torso. None of them were this noticeable. Yet, these were on display. For everyone to see, she tried her best with concealer but they still managed to seep through the makeup.

"All my long sleeve shirts were dirty, i couldn’t wear ‘em. You know these don't hurt," she assured the lawyer.

Marci rolled her eyes, “The probability of them being a criminal is high. What would you do then? I’ll see you tomorrow.” She stated before turning her heel, walking out the shop leaving [Name] to ponder the question.

Fate must have cursed her to have such an unfortunate soulmate who hurts themselves every other day, luckily fate also decided to spare them and not make them feel the pain. [Name]'s thoughts wandered off to what kind of person her soulmate was, if they were some sort of criminal or something. Perhaps a gangster getting into trouble.

To be fair, the amount of bruises she gets is unordinary to any citizen in America. She did think of countless scenarios if she were to have a criminal as a soulmate.

Such as, joining them as their partner in crime or leave her life as a barista behind and make a new one without her soulmate. But, she doubted it would ever happen. Or maybe, it was one of the avengers. Though it was high unlikely, it still wasn’t out the window.

Almost 30 minutes after Marci left, the barista heard the door bells ring, her head shooting up, her hand instinctively grabbing the notepad in her apron. [Name] headed towards the trio who sat themselves near a booth hidden away from most costumers.

The warm air welcomed the group with the scent of coffee. Large arrays of sweets ranging from slices of cake to cookies. Soft chatters from individuals surrounding the place. Everyone else enjoying their treat and sipping on the coffee.

“Good evening, how’s every one’s day been?” A smile plastered on her face, her fingers fiddling with the pen. The blonde lady with pretty blue eyes locked eyes with [Name] before traveling down to her arms which had the noticeable bruises. It was evident on her face that she was ready to question it.

In result, [Name] hid her arms behind her back and awkwardly posed, hoping she’d get the hint and stop looking. One thing she always hated was when people stared and ask too many questions if she’s getting hurt or something else. Nevertheless, it was nice knowing people cared for her physical condition.

“It’s going great now that we’re here celebrating our win with delicious desserts and coffee. Later on, we’re definitely looking forward to lots of drinking,” A male with medium length brown hair exclaims quite loudly.

“Names Foggy, and you are…” Foggy said before glancing down at the name tag on [Name]’s shirt, “[Name].” He finished with a grin.

“This is Matt Murdock and Karen Page.” He says and pointed at each person. “Give us your best recommendations for coffee and desserts, [Name]. I’ll put my faith in your hands.” He added.

“Well, in that case. Is anyone allergic to anything?” [Name] questioned, look at each of them. Her eye lingered at the man with red glasses whose brows furrowed, almost seems like he was concentrating on something. [Name] then turned to Karen, who gently nudged Matt who broke his focus.

“Huh?” Matt asked and looked over at her, he registered what she had asked and answered. “Oh, i’m not allergic to anything.” He said rather quickly and gave a quick smile.

“Okay,” She brought the pen to her face, lightly tapping her cheek in a thinking manner. “People around here love the Cinnamon Roll Frappe and Vanilla Cappuccino, or a plain black coffee goes well with our chocolate croissant. We also have a variety of donuts. I’ll bring a box for you to try, on the house.” She explains.

Almost in an instant, Foggy’s face was overtaken by pure happiness by free donuts. Anything that was free and delicious is definitely welcomed in his life.

“You are the best, [Name]! Amazing coffee and free desserts will definitely get you a discounted price at our law firm if you ever need our services!” Foggy rejoiced causing Karen and Matt to laugh.

“Thank you for the donuts, I’ll definitely repay you somehow,” Karen kindly spoke and gave her a smile, “I’ll take the Cinnamon Roll Frappe.” She said.

Foggy let out an enthusiastic sigh, “I’ll try your Vanilla Cappuccino, dear friend!”

Matt laughs at Foggy’s antics and turned to [Name]. “Seems like I’ll do your plain black coffee with the chocolate croissant, please. ” Matt added.

[Name] took note and walked towards the counter, preparing their drinks in an orderly manner. She’s heard about the trio before from Marci. However Foggy was mentioned more often than not in her conversations with her friend.

“Hey, guys. I don’t mean to invade [Name]’s privacy, but I’ve noticed bruises on her arm.” Karen muttered quietly to the group, Foggy didn’t miss it either.

“Looks like hell. Could be from her soulmate or God forbid, it’s something else you know,” Foggy responds and glances at the barista making their drinks.

“I should ask her when we leave, woman to woman. So she’s comfortable instead of us asking her in front of everyone.” Karen suggests causing Foggy to agree.

“Great idea, let her know we’re very good lawyers, Karen.” Foggy adds. Meanwhile Matt sat there, listening attentively. His senses were already attuned with the bruises on [Name]’s skin. With each passing moment, Matt’s heightened awareness became more apparent as he began to sense the blood pooling under her delicate skin. He knew she didn’t feel the pain, nonetheless he felt guilty she had tons littered around her skin just like him.

Within 10 minutes, she’s has all three drinks on top of a tray and a chocolate croissant on one hand and the other was the free box of donuts. She walks towards the group with a smile, already grown accustomed to having both hands full and navigating through crowds with ease. Especially after many years as a server when she was a teenager and now a barista with her own growing business.

“Alright, lawyers. Here’s your order, I hope you all enjoy.” [Name] said and set the items on the table. “Let me know how it taste. Don’t burn your tongue.” She requested.

She held the tray to her side and waited patiently as they all brought their lips to their drink. [Name] nervously smiles and glances at each one of them. Foggy was the first one to talk.

“[Name], I may have burnt my tongue but this is incredible! I won’t sue you for my injury.” Foggy saids and simply fell in love with the flavor. [Name] laughs nervously, not knowing if he’s joking or not.

Matt must’ve caught on by her nervous laughter, “He was joking by the way. Although I do agree that this is very good coffee. Even if it’s plain black.” Matt complimented with honesty. These were organic coffee beans with no chemicals added so it didn’t taste nasty. Food wise, he kept everything organic so it wasn’t harsh on his senses.

“I also agree, this is very good.” Karen said and drank her frappe. [Name] exhales and smiles. “I really do appreciate it. It’s always nice to hear feedback from customers.” [Name] responds.

”I have to get back to work if you don’t mind, enjoy the rest of your day and congratulations on your win.” [Name] turned around to walk away before she was stopped by Matt’s voice.

“Wait- uh,” Matt hesitates before letting out a small sigh escape his mouth, “Sorry. I didn’t realize my chocolate croissant was here. A blind guy’s mistake.” He lied. He knew exactly where it was placed. Matt went back and forth with his thoughts, whether it was a good idea for [Name] to know that Matt was her soulmate. He didn’t deserve to have a soulmate, let alone friends who he constantly puts in danger. [Name] hums and walks away from Matt.

#daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #karen page #marci stahl

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