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The Darkness In Me || Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

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🖤 Series 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?

🖤 Story 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.

🖤 Date: 8/8/23

🖤 Rating: Mature

🖤 Word Count: 5,162 (Consider this an introduction)

🖤 Warning: Blood; Alcohol Consumption; Small Reference to Past Abuse; Small Reference to PTSD; Domestic Abuse (not towards Reader!); Heavy Language; Mental Breaking Point; Brief Talk of Death/Dying. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

🖤 A/N: Matt's unfortunately not in this first story, but he is mentioned repeatedly! This first story's kind of introduction to what the reader is and how HK brings the darkness out in everyone. I will say this though, pay attention to some detail because I will be doing some call backs to them throughout the series 'cause they'll be handy. I promise! Also, the reader in this story does have special abilities that you'll have to try to piece together (because I'm evil like that. Lol). Other than that, Enjoy! And let me know if I miss any kind of warnings :)

You had down your third beer in one sitting before slamming it on the counter and heavily sighing. Your coworker, or should you say ex-coworker, watched you bittersweetly for the stool next to you.

“Take it easy, L/N. I don’t want to have to drag you back home.” Max, who was also your partner in the force, said in his usual kind voice.

“What home?” You reply, waving to the bartender for another beer. “I don’t have a home anymore here, remember?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” He frowns, worriedly. “You really that upset about moving?”

“Well, fuck yes!” You pound your fist into the counter. “I screwed up on the tiniest thing ever and I’m relocated!” You grabbed the beer that was placed in front of you. “Relocated on the other side of the country.”

This unfortunately was true; You had accidently messed something up during an important case, something that was deemed extremely small compared to everything else and your police chief still punished you. You sigh again, taking a long swig.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t like you were demoted.” Max pointed out on the bright side. “Maybe this is a good thing. Didn’t you tell me once you used to live in New York?”

You nod, slowly, painfully. “Born and pretty much raised there until eight because of my parents passing.” You’re frowned with a hint of bitterness. “Then I moved out here with my good for nothing Aunt.”

Such a pain in the ass. You cursed and took another swig.

His concern deepens. “Okay, maybe stop with the beer.”

You roll your (Y/E/C) eyes. “Ah, I’ll burn it off. Alcohol doesn’t work on me.”

“Alcohol works on everyone.”

“Yeah, but not me.” Your metabolism was too fast to get a buzz. You sigh one last time, before putting a smile on your face. “Alright. Come on, partner–” You pat him on the back. “Let’s have a little fun. It’s my last night here.”

Max seemed hesitant at first before coping your expression. He chuckles and raises his glass. “Alrighty, then. To partners in crime.”

“To partners in crime.” You repeat and clink your beverages together. And before you know it…

You’re dragging him back to his house, apologizing to his wife for his drunkenness.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The sound of the key unlocking the front door was all you were focused on until it swooped open. You stare inside as your new landlord sidesteps to give you a better view.

“Here she is.” He said as you walked in, looking around. The place was small, you expected nothing less than a New York apartment; It consisted with a decent size kitchen, living/dining area, and a bedroom with a full size bathroom. There were a few cosmetic things that could be fixed down the road but it didn’t look too bad.

“Is everything to your liking, Miss?” He asked, with a nervous tone as you nodded.

“Yeah, everything looks fine.” You reply with a small smile. You were glad that you didn’t pack too much. “Uh, Mr. Gale–” You look at him. “The moving truck should be here tomorrow. Do I… need to do anything special? Like letting you know, or…”

He shook his head. “No. As long as you know them, I don’t really care who comes in and out of here. I just need you to pay your rent on time.”

You chuckle lightly. “Will do.”

He hums and starts to leave; but not before handing over the key. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you.”

Once he leaves you set your purse down on the kitchen counter, and roll your suitcase into the bedroom before taking a deeper look around. Everything seemed to be clean and intact.

Good. The last thing I need is my new home to be falling apart. You stopped to gaze out your living area window, one that gazes upon the main road and other apartments nearby.

This kind of reminds me of my old apartment. The only place you and your parents lived in before they passed. Not in the safest of areas (not like Hell’s Kitchen had many places like that), but you still called it home. But you’ll admit that the level above yours was much nicer that made you a bit green. But that color would fade every time you met up with him. The boy just a year older (and a bit taller) than you.

Your friend.

Your best friend you considered once.

Your eyes fell to the sidewalk below, nostalgia running deep.

“Come On, Y/N! I’ll race you to the bodega.” He would tease and break off into a run, laughing like the child he was.

You would always puff out your chest in annoyance, but ended up always flustered by him. “Murdock, you dummy! I’ll get you for that!!”

And sometimes you would. Sometimes you wouldn’t. Sometimes you let him win because it made your heart flutter with joy.

You smiled bittersweetly at the memory, before feeling your soul completely ache. Your friend, he never… he never…

He never wrote me back. And that was the depressing truth.

When you had to up and leave to live with your aunt, you and him would stay in touch by being each others’ pen pals. You guys would write pretty much every week, and if your aunt allowed it, you would give each other a call. But then one day… it all stopped. No more letters or phone calls. Just complete silence. It was like he just suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was…

Bizarre.

I wonder what ever happen to him? A part of you wants to know but then another part of you wonders…

Is it worth opening Pandora’s box?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The following day you find yourself catching your new badge as it was flung in your direction, as the officer who’s being your “tour guide” walks sluggishly in front of you.

He waves his hand nonchalantly at you as he starts to speak. “We’ll get you fitted with a new gun later on, Miss…?”

You tried not to eye roll as you repeated your name once again. “L/N.”

“L/N. Right.” He claps his hands together. “Okay. Uh, well… I don’t know what it was like in San Francisco for you, but I doubt it’s like anything you’re ever going to deal with here.”

You tilt your head, confused. “What do you mean?” You asked, and you followed him through a crowd of busy people in blue and business suits (who gave zero shits about trying to move out of the way as you passed).

Seriously, we can’t just sit down and talk for a min–

He sighs loudly. “Listen, kid–”

“Kid? Where about the same–”

“New York, especially Hell’s Kitchen, is a whole other ballgame. There’s even a rumor that crime was born here, which I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true.”

You found yourself frowning, putting your annoyance on pause (or at least pausing to feel him/the place out). “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “So whatever you do, watch your back, because even with a partner, you’re on your own.” He explained, as he entered the office area. “Speaking of which… Hey, Grimm!”

A young looking lad looks up from his paperwork. “Yeah?”

“The new detective’s here.” He jerks his thumb in your direction. “Is Castle in at all?”

Grimm scoffs. “When is Castle ever in?” He looks away. “Haven’t seen him since Tuesday.”

And… it’s Thursday. You thought, already getting a sour taste in your mouth.

“Let me guess–” You cross your arms and speak the truth you see in front of you. “He’s my new partner?”

“Captain Frank Castle. Ex-Marine turned Cop. He’s–”

“He’s a loose cannon.” Grimm shouts back, getting a dirty look.

“Officer Grimm!”

“What?” The young lad shrugs. “It’s true.”

Your frown deepens, the irritation you’ve been showing on and off your face all morning is starting to give you wrinkles. “So… a loose cannon?” You said, truly couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

He sighs. “He is, but he knows his shit. You’ll learn a lot from him… when he actually shows up.” He mumbled the last part as he started walking again. He soon starts pointing around as he speaks. “You’re desk’s over here, use it as you please. Castle’s is across from you. Our murder board is over there for all our ‘bigger’ crimes, and next to it is our most wanted.”

You stopped in front of the board, curiosity peaked. Your eyes scanned to the first one. “Who’s Quentin Beck?” You asked, never hearing that name before.

“Quentin Beck, used to be a normal guy who owned a carnival in the park. Everything seemed fine until we got reports of people complaining about some… strange things happening. Turns out, on his main attraction, he was using drugs that induce peoples’ fears for them to stay longer. Or… forcibly making them stay longer.”

You nearly got a chill from listening to that. “Freaky. What happened to him? You obviously didn’t catch him.”

“Disappeared when we went in for an arrest. But we didn’t get any reports that he’s left the city or this country. So, who knows if he’s even still here.” A sarcastic smug tugged on his lips. “But hey, you’re a detective, maybe you’ll bring him in.”

You tried to hold your tongue, as you narrowed your eyes. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we, Officer?”

He seemed to not like your tone as you could see his jaw clenches. “Armory’s towards the back. Help yourself.” He said with a bit of a bite, and then left.

Asshole. You wiped your expression clean as you looked back at the board. So many names and so many faces to memorize. Yet, There were some… questionable people the police were supposed to take down.

Sure there were some scary looking ones like Sergi Kravinoff, or Adrian Toomes. Then there were others that didn’t quite look menacing, like Jefferson Davis, or someone they just dubbed “Black Cat”.

Black cat? You must have had a puzzled look on your face because Officer Grimm suddenly appeared next to you to answer all your questions.

“She may not look like much, but she’s a master thief. She’s stolen a lot of goods around the whole city.” He explains, holding out an extra cup of coffee. “Goods that are damn near irreplaceable.”

“Thanks.” You said, taking a sip of the lukewarm beverage. “So she’s hard to catch?”

“Extremely. She always slips through our fingers somehow.”

“Well that sucks.” Your eyes studied the bored again, thinking. “This city has a lot more crime than I remember.” Or maybe you just didn’t see it because you were so young, which was a strong possibility. I mean you were only eight when you were forced to live somewhere else.

The next thing you said you only could wish it fell on death’s ears as you chuckle, jokingly. “There’s so much crime here, I’m starting to think there’s a kingpin running the show–”

Grimm’s hand suddenly latched onto your wrist, pulling you to his level. “Do not say his name.” He hissed, scared as his eyes were blown wide.

Out of surprise, yours did too. “W-What?”

“Do not say his name. Do not question him.”

“Q-Question who? I was just joking.”

It was just a joke. Why does he look so terrified? You wondered as he seems to be recollecting himself, but he shows no signs of letting you go just yet.

You look between your wrist and his eyes, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “Officer Grimm, do you think you could–”

“Listen, Detective.” He whispers, harshly. “In this city, we do things differently. And if you want any fucking chance at surviving, I suggest you follow the program. Do as you’re told, and don’t ever speak his name again. You hear me?”

You find yourself nodding out of fear, which seemed good enough for him as he finally lets go of you and walks away. You hold your bruised wrist close to you as you look away from his direction.

What in the hell– You look at the board again, looking at it in a new light.

What in the hell was that all about?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The rest of the work day you felt like if you didn’t tread water, you were going to drown. You had to watch what you say, what you did. You felt like if you did something wrong you’d get a dagger in your back or a bag over your head. You felt like you were a step away from the guillotine.

It made you nauseous to think about it, just enough to chew on your fingernails the whole cab ride home.

This is a fucking police department. I shouldn’t feel unsafe.

Never in your almost nine year career had you felt unsafe in your own job (and you worked in one of the most crime ridden cities out there). Now it was almost scary to even breathe without the thought of getting another scare from Officer Grimm.

Jesus. How the fuck am I going to even do this? You let out a sigh as you fiddled with your keys.

And what was he so afraid of? Who was he afraid of? Or was he just… overreacting? You can only hope he was as you finally reached the top of the stairs and started heading down the hallway towards your apartment; But that’s when you heard it (or really anyone should have heard it).

A harsh slap to the face and someone yelping in surprise.

You faltered your movements almost straight away to listen, and you noticed someone’s cries -a woman’s- and a man speaking in harsh whispers in the apartment you stopped next to. You heard some… interesting threats that set off your “detective senses”. Putting on an emotionless mask and tucking away your keys, you marched to the door and knocked loudly like you were on a house call. You immediately heard everything grow quiet inside before someone was stomping towards the door, throwing it open like they were being bothered.

“What the fuck do you want?” The man, you say mid-30s, snapped at you with cold eyes.

Really cold eyes. They kind of remind you of…

“Thought I’d stop by and say ‘Hi’. I’m your new neighbour down the hall.” You reply, staring him dead in the face (and tucked away the creeping memory that was starting to flash before you).

He scoffs. “And?”

Without even blinking you flash your badge towards him, watching the color drain from his face. “I work with one of the HK police departments. I was coming back home when I heard something alarming. Thought I’d make sure everything was okay.” You explain, as he swallows and your eyes trail past his shoulders to a woman whose face was lingering with bruises of every color in the rainbow. “Is she okay?”

“Her?” He laughs nervously. “She’s fine. My wife’s a klutz. She was cleaning out our closet when a couple things came flying off the shelf. You know how that is. Right?”

His lie made you mentally raise an eyebrow.

Seriously, that’s the best you could come up with? You almost laughed in his face, but you had to stay professional (bit seriously, he couldn’t give you the overused excuse that she was hit by a door?).

You looked back at the wife, replying, “Is that all true, Ma’am?” You hoped that she could see that you wanted to help, that you could help. You hoped she could see the worriedness and empathy you had in your orbs. The tiny shine that gave off the word ‘beg’.

Just say yes. Just say yes I can arrest his fucking–

She shook her head too quickly. “Y-yes. I-It’s all true. I need to be more careful.” She said, and tried to smile reassuringly (it looked so painful to even do so).

“See? She’s fine.” The husband said, all smug once more. “Thank you for your concern, but everything seems good here.”

He slams the door in your face, and he acts like you weren’t even there because he started the same shenanigans again. You find yourself clenching your fists in a way your fingernails dug into your skin (Those familiar crescent moons will surely appear tomorrow).

You clenched your own jaw, gritting your teeth and your veins grew hot.

I can do it. You felt your blood boil/bubble, and your fingertips getting coated in a red dust; Your eyes starting to turn the same shade of cherry.

I’ve got the abilities. I’ve got the strength to break down this door. I can just… But you let yourself trail off as realization sets in.

You can’t.

You can’t be the hero in this.

You can’t risk exposing yourself again.

You can’t be the thing that you were born as.

And you fucking hated that.

You take a deep breath, the ones that are long and you feel the chill in your lungs. Your blood settled, the haze disappearing, the light disappearing from your pupils. When you felt and looked normal, you fished out your keys again as you forced yourself to turn a blind eye on that monster’s home.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

After checking out a café near your place, you immediately dove into your work. Since your partner seemed absent again, and nobody else seemed to want to give you any pointers, you were forced to do things on your own, to find things to keep you preoccupied for your shift. Deciding it would be the best to refamiliarize yourself with your surroundings (Since you’ve been gone for… what? Twenty years now?). You start flipping through some folders that were “hot spots” for crime. After a couple, one of them caught your eye.

An old abandoned carnival called: The Cursed Carnival of Mysterio. And who was the owner? Well that was–

Quinten Beck? You pinch your brows together in confusion. This was… interesting.

Quinten Beck, age unknown, is still residing on the property but hasn’t been seen since– What? Now you’re even more confused. Didn’t the officer yesterday tell you something completely different? Didn’t he say that Beck hasn’t been seen in years?

You shake your head and keep reading.

Hasn’t been seen since last month with his usual meeting with Dr. Curt Connors, talking over their deal with hallucination drugs– What the fuck? Now this really wasn’t making any sense. Why would someone write this down about a criminal and not do anything?

Shouldn’t someone have stopped this guy already if they know he’s still here? And who is Dr. Connors? You bite your thumb as you thought all of this over, trying to see if you could make any sense over this. But everything you came up with fell short. It just didn’t make any fucking sense.

Maybe… Dr. Connors is like an undercover agent? Maybe they’re waiting on getting some intel before going after Beck? That seemed like a possibility (And one you were secretly wishing was true).

I’ve got to see who this guy is. You swerve your chair to the right to get closer to your monitor, quickly loading the database. However, just as you type in his name and click enter, your screen went completely black; and you could see why. In the corner of your eye, you saw one of your coworkers had unplugged the computer like it was nothing.

You cocked your head in their direction, disbelief resting on your features.

What in the actual fu–

“It’s probably for the best if you don’t look him up.” Grimm’s voice broke through as he was suddenly standing beside you. He had the most innocent look on his face, almost like he didn’t realize what just occurred. He gives you a reassuring gaze and replies, “Dr. Connors is… nobody to worry about.”

The façade you so desperately always keep on while on the job suddenly chipped away, your anger (and a sense of betrayal) started to seep in very clearly.

That was your cross to bear. Your hotheadedness was something you always had to keep in check, which you always managed to do. But on some occasions it would slip out without even noticing.

Kind of like right now.

You were a snake that had set its eyes on its prey.

You stand up slowly, menacingly, as you lock eyes with him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, low and cold that made his face twitch as soon as you spoke.

“W-Wh-What?” Grimm slurred, thrown off by your sudden mood change.

“I said, what’s that supposed to mean? Why shouldn’t I worry about Dr. Connors? If there really isn’t nothing, then why the fuck did my colleague over here just unplug my computer? Couldn’t you have come up to me and said something instead?” You seemed to have backed him in a corner as he paled under your intense gaze.

“W-Well… y-you seem pretty headstrong with your job, I’m sure you would have kept looking despite what we say.” He replies which was the dumbest fucking excuse you’ve ever heard (Seriously, what’s with these damn excuse all of a sudden?).

You felt your blood starting to spike like yesterday, but you had enough control to keep your energy in check, but you couldn’t say the same thing for the venom that was trickling off your tongue into your words.

“And so what if I kept looking? Huh?” You jerk your thumb towards yourself. “I’m a detective. Even if they seem innocent it’s my job to look at even the tiniest of details until I rule them out as innocent.” Your voice starts to grow louder, turning a few heads but you didn’t care. “So what’s so wrong about me looking into this guy?”

It took his silence and a look of fear on his face to finally put the pieces together. Your state of incertitude last night had suddenly cleared like a crystal.

“Oh… I see now.” You said, a laugh was on the end of your tongue as you looked at him in bewilderment/surprise. “Let me make a guess–” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I not following ‘the program’ you spoke of?”

The whole room immediately froze and stared at you like a circus freak. Grimm paled some more as you scoffed at their reaction.

“Really?” You said, in disbelief. “You’re all taking orders from an outside source? Someone who isn’t our Commander?” Another scoff. “Oh, and let me fucking guess who that could be! Is it that Kingpin guy I was joking about yesterday?”

“Lieutenant, don’t say his name.” Grimm said, worriedly shaking his head.

“Or what? If I say it three times does he just fucking appear out of thin air? Why the fuck do we have someone using us and criminals as fucking puppets? Explain how that happened?!”

He waves his hands in defense. “Okay, okay! We will! But–” He swallows. “You’ve got to calm down first. Then once you accept the rules to the program, you can–”

“I’m not accepting whatever rules there are.” You snapped, shaking your own hand. “I’m not going to have someone other than my superior tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“Lieutenant, if you don’t follow the rules there will be consequences. You could lose your own life, you could–”

“I’m a cop. The possibility of losing my life comes with it.”

“B-But this is different! This guy’s not someone you should mess with!”

“Then, you–” You jab your finger into his chest before waving it around. “Or anyone in this fucking room can tell this ‘Kingpin’ that if he wants me to join his little program, he’ll have to tell me himself. Face-to-fucking-face.”

You snagged your belongings off your desk and stormed out of the office, never looking back.

Never looked back to them shaking to their core.

Never looked back as they mumbled with terror.

Never looked back as they crawled under their desk to hide.

Never looked back…

At the fucking mess you had been placed in.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You wanted to scream.

Or maybe you did when you decided to walk home instead of a taxi to… ‘cool your head’. In fact, all that thinking might have made your mood worse. The fact that everyone in that precinct was under some guy’s thumb said it all. How were you supposed to do your job if you couldn’t do it? Who was this guy that wasn’t even allowing anybody to catch extremely dangerous criminals?

Kingpin or not, I’m not falling under your thumb.

You enter your apartment building, walking up the stairs to the next floor when you spot your ‘lovely’ neighbour coming down with a new pep in his step, phone up by his ear.

“-on my way – Yeah – Oh, yeah. It’ll be great.” He talks loudly, nearly plowing you over as you pass.

And when he did something…

Clicked inside you.

You pause on the steps, glancing back as your neighbour starts leaving. You frown and find yourself coming up with an idea that was either the best idea ever…

Or the most treacherous one yet.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Your neighbour and his friends laughed as they flickered their cigarettes off the rooftop, landing somewhere unknown below. It was like three men reliving their teenage years. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing if your neighbour wasn’t such a shitty husband.

“Hey, man, we’re going to get more beers.” One of his friends said as they started backtracking to the door to the bar below.

“Sounds good.” Your neighbour said, lighting another bud.

The door closes, leaving him utterly alone in the dark of the night, basking in the full moon’s light. He takes a long puff from his cigarette, blowing it into the warm air, completely oblivious that you were suddenly behind him like the grim reaper.

“So this is what you do in your free time.” You said, making your voice sound deeper and lower.

He turned around quickly, finding you in head to toe black, only your eyes were exposed. He cocked his head to the side, not even showing any kind of surprise or shock. “Who the hell are you? And how’d you get up here without me hearing?”

“I’ll give you a choice. Turn yourself in or I’ll use force.”

He scoffs. “For what?”

“For assaulting your wife.”

His face falls before swiftly turning into anger. “What the fuck are you talking about? With what proof?” You stayed silent which got him even more riled up. “Listen, whoever the fuck you are, you need to be on your merry way.”

And as soon as his hand clasped your shoulder you took a swing, which you’ll admit… you’re out of practice; Because before you know it, he’s elbowed you in the stomach before grabbing onto the back of your hoodie, and–

Pushes you off the roof.

His eyes suddenly widened at what he just did, and took a step back from the ‘crime scene’. “Oh, my god…” He covers his mouth. “Oh, my god… I just…” He shakes his head. “No. He attacked me first. This was self defense. They’ll have to believe me, they’ll–”

And then all the color seemed to drain from his body.

You were suddenly in front of him, feet nowhere near the ledge/floor of the roof.

You stare down at him, eyes starting to glow a reddish hue.

He stumbles back on the balls of his feet, trembling under your gaze. “W-W-What a-are you?” He cried, lip quivering. “H-How are you flo–”

You leaped at him before he could finish, tackling him to the ground, straddling his waist before you let loose. The anger you kept in check came undone as you struck him with your fists over, and over, and over, and over again. You struck him until his face was covered in bruises and painted in red; And you didn’t stop until you heard the satisfying crack in his nose.

You grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “If you ever hurt your wife again… I will fucking know.” You hissed through your teeth before knocking him out cold.

And then it was quiet.

Besides your heart was in your ears it was still quiet.

You were panting almost silent as your adrenaline started to cease.

You could feel his blood on your face through your makeshift mask.

You could feel your fingers almost aching for more.

It felt…

Strangely satisfying.

Oddly.

Greatly.

Satisfying.

And when his friends finally arrived, you were already on the other side of the street, watching in the shadows as they frantically started calling for an ambulance.

It shouldn’t feel good, but you did. Even as his blood coated your hands like an ointment, it didn’t feel as bad as it should. But you were a detective, a cop, you were supposed to stop the bad guys. Did it matter that you weren’t in uniform this time? Should it matter?

…And should you feel bad?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up early the next morning. You grumbled in your state of exhaustion, wondering if someone from your job was coming to get you.

Fuckers. Just go away. You tried turning to a new position, shutting your eyes tighter as they knocked again.

And then again.

And again.

And–

You groaned as you sat up, grabbing your bathrobe off your chair to cover your nude form. “I’m coming!” You announced, before yawning. “This better be good…” You walked up to the peephole, taken back by the fact that no one was actually there. “What?”

You take off the deadbolt and unlock the door, poking your head out into your hallway.

Nothing. Nobody in sight.

When you were about to call yourself crazy you spotted something on your fuzzy doormat. In surprise, you found yourself staring at a beautifully decorated vase filled with brightly colored, freshly cut red roses.

“Flowers?” You said, bending down to carefully pick it up, examining it. You just wanted to make sure there wasn’t some sort of trap (you had plenty of those in your career).

They seemed normal but the number of them was odd.

Nine.

Nine means that the person who gifted them to you wants to signify eternal love and show that you want to spend the rest of your life with you.

Now that was really stumping you, especially when you spotted a card that was no help at all. On the simple, white, rectangular card was neat cursive handwriting that said:

‘Welcome Back.’

Welcome back? You look around again making absolutely sure that you didn’t miss anything or anyone. You continued to see nothing again.

You found yourself staring at the card again, wondering:

What the hell is going on?

(TBC)

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A/N: I have no idea what happened when I posted this earlier today, but when I came back after making the most delicious sugar cookies ever, it had been flagged and removed from every tag. Let's try this again!

Highly requested (so much so that I can't even respond to all of them because my blog would become one long nsfw alphabet matt request blog lol). Thank you to everyone who requested and sent me love about the Frank one! I'm feeling like maybe a Namor one next??

(Warnings: literally all the basic NSFW warnings you could think of, if you’re not into smut please don’t read this lmfao, no daddy kink, no blood/knife play, but almost everything else)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Matt definitely wants to be an aftercare king, but let’s be real – he’s usually so blissed out by the end of it that you end up taking care of him.

That isn’t to say you always take care of him – when he’s feeling particularly dominant, he’ll wreck your body, mind, and soul and then cater to your every need afterwards.

Making you tea after he ruins you is his love language.

Cuddles are an absolute must and I stand by that.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

THROAT!!!!!! If having a neck kink is a thing, Matt absolutely has that.

He loves anything that has to do with your throat which includes (but isn’t limited to): choking, biting, sucking, kissing, and especially licking up the column of your throat when he’s about to cum.

Your favorite body part of Matt’s is his eyes.

He keeps those glasses on 99% of the time when he’s in public or with clients, but as soon as he’s alone with you, the glasses come off.

His glasses are like a barrier between him and everyone else, but with you he doesn’t have to hide himself. You love that he trusts you enough to do this.

Obviously, Matt is seeing-impaired, but sometimes you swear you can feel his stare at you from across the room.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Are you guys ready for this one? Are you sure???

MATT MURDOCK LOVES CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR PRETTY FACE!!!!!!!

Sorry, it had to be said.

He tries to schedule these incidents around your hair wash days because he knows it gets in your hair and that causes more work for you, but sometimes he can’t help himself.

He likes to swipe some of it off your cheek and make you suck it off his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Matt secretly loves it when you go out of town or have to leave the city for a night or two, because that means *phone sex*!!!!

I mean like he hates it when he’s apart from you, but he’s always a little giddy because it means you’ll call him from your hotel room for some fun.

The sounds of your breathy moans through his phone speaker always makes him cum so hard.

This isn’t necessarily the dirtiest secret, but Matty is a religiously traumatized baby boy and the idea of using such lude language when he talks to you really gets him going.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh boy. Matthew Murdock is a dirty little manwhore and I am HERE FOR IT!

He’s never left a partner unsatisfied, and he never will.

The little hyper-sensitive hearing trick really helps him when he’s going down on you. When your heart rate picks up, he knows he’s doing something right.

He could make you cum in 12 seconds flat if he really wanted to, but that man is a tease and will drag it out for as long as possible when he has the time.

The king of delayed gratification and nights with at least half a dozen orgasms.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Matt’s a simple man (lmfao), and he loves it when you ride him because he has unlimited access to your throat in that position.

His absolute favorite thing is when you’re so worn out from the hours of sexcapades with him that you end up laying down on top of him, giving him full permission to fuck up into you with as much force as those juicy thighs allow.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Matt isn’t so much goofy as he is excessively happy that he’s with you.

He’ll have a dopey little grin on his face the entire time he’s inside of you (unless he’s feeling super dominant) and whisper the most exquisitely worded praises you’ve ever heard in your ear the entire time.

The only time you’ve ever heard him laugh during sex is when Foggy walked in on the two of you going at it on his office desk. When you pointed out that he definitely heard Foggy walk in and just wanted to show off that he was getting laid, he busted out laughing because true, but also Matt wasn’t really paying attention to the noises around him. He just loves the sounds of your quiet moans so much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I’ve always questioned this because how does a blind man groom himself down there????

But Matt’s a pro because he’s Matt. He doesn’t like it to be too hairy, so he has a pretty regular maintenance schedule.

He knows how much you love his happy trail so he doesn’t dare touch it, for fear of your wrath.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh brother, Matt is so sentimental about it with you.

He loves you so much and ensures that you know that every time he’s inside of you.

Even when he’s being a dom, he can’t help the occasional gentle caress of your skin.

Matt’s love language is touch, and mans was touched starved for so long, so the fact that he gets to touch you whenever and wherever really puts him in a grateful headspace.

He can’t stop the praises from falling off his tongue anytime you two are together, and he doesn’t really care. He wants you to know how much he loves you, so he tells you every chance he gets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The whole delayed gratification thing puts Matt in a tough spot. On one hand, he’s always horny for you. On the other hand, the idea of getting to cum in you keeps him from touching himself until he sees you again.

It’s not a daily thing, but during the weeks that you’re both busy and don’t see each other much, he may have some solo fun every once in a while.

He’d much rather cum in/on you, so really this isn’t a big thing for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You know this already but CHOKING KING KINK!!!!!

That man loves one thing above all, and it’s your throat.

It’s not even a conscious thought anymore. He’ll be halfway through fucking you into the mattress and realize his hand’s been wrapped around your throat the entire time.

He’s a soft!dom and will shower you with praises the entire time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’d gladly fuck you on any surface if that’s what you want, but he prefers his bed more than anything.

The combination of the silk sheets and your kisses on his skin sends him into a state of euphoria.

He also loves that it leaves behind your scent on his sheets. Our boy’s overly sensitive nose can’t get enough of your scent when you’re gone.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said 1 bullet point ago, Matt loves it when your scent lingers on his sheets or around his apartment.

If you’re not in bed when he wakes up, he’ll roll over onto your side of the bed and bury his face in your pillow.

His third leg makes an appearance shortly after this.

Also, (obviously) anytime he has access to your throat, he turns into a feral little devil. He can’t get enough of you, even if he’s deep inside of you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any kind of blood or knife play.

Mans is traumatized by his old scars/wounds and would never want to inflict them on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Matt is a generous man, and that doesn’t go away in the bedroom.

If he could situate his tongue between your legs for the rest of his life, he’d gladly do it (with honor).

Like I said before, he knows your body so well that he can make you cum with very little effort on his part, but he still likes to put in the effort because it’s you.

All this means is he gives you multiple orgasms before he even thinks about himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Matty’s a slow lover, and it drives you absolutely mental, because he’s so damn good at it.

He could fuck you slowly for hours without cumming, all the while making you fall apart around him.

Did I mention delayed gratification king???

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a fan, because it usually means he doesn’t get to fully satisfy you the way he loves to, but he’ll never say no to a quick fuck, ya know??

Lots of office quickies. LOTS of office quickies.

He just looks so good in a suit, and you can’t keep your hands off of him when you stop by to have lunch with him.

His greatest triumph (and his greatest shame lol) is the quickie you had in the bathroom of a church one time.

You couldn’t stop rubbing your thighs together during mass, turned on by how wrong it would be to fuck Matt in a holy building.

As soon as your scent his Matt, it was over for him. You’d excused yourself to try and clean yourself up, but Matt had followed and silently fucked you on the counter of the bathroom.

He was clearly turned on by it too, but you were careful not to mention it when he was re-living any religious trauma he experienced.

Matt secretly loves to think about it when he’s anywhere near the church.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Your Matthew Murdock??? Risky??? Noooooo.

Obviously, Matt is down to try anything with you.

Getting a visual of Matt furiously searching the web for new positions to try with you.

He hasn’t told anyone this but his goal for the New Year is to have tried every position listed in one of those sex books with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh man, he could go for literal hours, and on nights when he has the time, he will go for hours.

Matt is so disciplined with himself that most nights, he’ll make sure you’re absolutely spent before finally cumming in you. His orgasms are always earth-shattering, which is why the aftercare usually ends up being something you do, or at the very least, delayed.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Matt doesn’t need toys to help him get you off, but he’s always game to use them if you ask.

One of his favorite things to do is call you when he’s leaving work and tell you to get started with your vibrator while you wait for him to get home.

You’re allowed to get as close to cumming as you want, but you are definitely not allowed to cum before he gets there.

He can pick up on the soft buzz of your vibrator from miles away, and the closer he gets to you the more eager he is to bury his face inbetween your legs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When Matty’s feeling particularly sneaky, he likes to tease you by almost making you cum a dozen times before finally giving in and making you cum.

You’ll be a shaking, sobbing mess, begging him to make you cum, and he’ll just have a vicious smirk on his face as he pulls away from you.

When you finally do cum, it’s so mind-bending that it takes you a few minutes to catch back up with reality.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matt’s usually so busy praising you that he doesn’t really have the breath to make other noises, but on the nights that he does, it’s magical.

The soft grunts he breathes into your ear is so sultry that it alone could probably make you cum.

When you get the rare chance to tease him, the whimpers he lets out are heavenly. You like to stretch these nights out because his whimpers are like music to your ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Matt likes your hair a little on the longer side because he likes to tangle his fingers in it and pull on it when he’s fucking you raw.

One hand in your hair, the other wrapped around your throat, and Matt Murdock ascends into the stratosphere.

He can’t imagine a better way to spend his time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Whether Matt actually has a big dick or not, he for sure has big dick energy.

The game that man has puts everyone else to shame.

But we all know he’s huge. Like I just know his dick is big. It’s not even a theory, it’s a fact, and I stand by that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Matt is insatiable for one thing, and that’s you.

He wants you at all hours of the day, and on the days that both of you are off work, he’ll spend the hours fucking you slowly.

(If you have a uterus), it’s a miracle that you aren’t pregnant by now. Even with all the precautions, it’s a god damned miracle.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t put Matt to sleep, so if it happens at night, it’ll definitely be a couple hours before he’s tired enough to fall asleep.

He usually uses this time to patrol Hell’s Kitchen (if he knows you’re safe and taken care of).

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acenixx · 3 years ago

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SPOILERS

he's not in it. Lucky it was fun.

Okay I'm starting She-Hulk if my boy isn't in the first ep imma throw so many hands.

#she hulk #matt murdock #daredevil #these hands are rated e for everyone #i will throw them #i watch wrestling i know how

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ao3feed-lokitony · 2 years ago

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A Demon in the Avengers Compound

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZFEnb7A

by Shady_Boi

what happens when a demon crashes through the window of the avengers compound living room, right in the middle of a team meeting? well, i can tell you a whole lot of chaos ensues.

(i am writing this at 11pm on my e-reader, which is very slow and absolutely infuriating to type on, so this is gonna be really messy and bad, sorry!! gonna edit it on my laptop tomorrow if im not too lazy and i dont forget lol. also i just realized i probably shouldve put this in the chapter beginning notes but i cant copy paste on this thing so eh... oh and if that wasnt enough, my internet is non-existent lmao send help)

Words: 393, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Original Demon Character(s), Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Matt Murdock, Wade Wilson, Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Stephen Strange

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Loki/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Original Character(s), Loki (Marvel)/Original Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Character(s), Matt Murdock/Original Character(s), Wade Wilson/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Crack, Bad Writing, I'm Bad At Tagging, Fluff, Angst, Not Canon Compliant, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Everyone Is Gay, Everyone Is Alive, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Polyamory, Autistic Peter Parker, Autistic Bruce Banner, No Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZFEnb7A

#ao3feed #fanfic #frostiron #ironfrost #loki x tony #tony x loki

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gwenpools-aesthetic · 5 years ago

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In which plot is pushed aside almost as quickly as it is introduced, everyone loves a good hurt/comfort, and this fic really earns its E rating. Featuring this beautiful piece of art from the magnificent @murdockquills

[ID: Profile view of Matt Murdock and Peter Quill embracing. Both men are shown from the waist up, and are naked. Peter is cupping Matt’s face and kissing the side of his jaw. Matt is covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. Peter is unhurt, and the only blood on him is a bloody fingerprint that Matt is leaving on his back.]

This is Chapter 9 of my @daredevilexchange gift for @murdockquills. The entire fic is 15 chapters long and is being updated every other day.

#daredevil exchange #dde2020 #Fic #My fic #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #star lord #peter quill #stardevil #hurt/comfort

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marvelundercover · 5 years ago

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Reveals are here!

We are so excited to reveal the authors and artists for this years fest! In total, we received 29 incredible submissions. We want to thank everyone who prompted, reblogged, liked, wrote, beta’d, read, art’d, commented, and kudos’d. You’ve made this years fest great. That’s all for 2020, we’ll see you in the next year with a new theme! Without further ado, the masterlist!

ART

Title: Turn Around, Look at What You See Artist: ShimizuAimee Pairing/Characters: Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov Rating: T Medium: Digital Art Prompt #: S1 Warnings: N/A Summary: In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

See it here!

Title: Domestic Artist: ShimizuAimee Pairing/Characters: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau Rating: G Medium: Digital Art Prompt #: S2 Warnings: N/A Summary: “But I got the blues, I wanna slow dance with you.”

Carol and Maria might be getting a little distracted.

See it here!

Title: Clint Artist: cruria Pairings/Characters: Clint Rating: general audiences Medium: art Prompt #:A20 Warnings: none Summary: Clint + his relation to music after losing hearing

See it here!

Title: What Do You Want From Me? Artist: ShimizuAimee Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Medium: Digital Art Prompt #: S50 Warnings: N/A Summary: Every night starts the same: Steve's thinking of him while his eyes unconsciously close and he slowly drifts off into another restless sleep.

"What do you know?"

See it here!

Title: Bucky Artist: cruria Pairing/Characters: Bucky Rating: general audiences Medium: art Prompt #: A14 Warnings: none Summary: Bucky + therapy through music

See it here!

Title: Making Up & Breaking Up Artist: Call_Me_Kayyyyy on ao3/everything else, @call-me-kayyyyy Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: E Medium: Digital Art Prompt #: S62 Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content in Story Summary: So, in a spontaneous decision, he took a quick shower, dressed in something other than oversized hoodies and sweatpants, and left his house, determined to sit in a bar for at least 30 minutes before he would go back home.

That’s how he ended up in The Tipsy Cow, nursing his beer in the back, staring at Steve.

See it here!

FIC

Title: Coast to Coast Author: digthewriter (AO3) | @stevedigsbucky Paring/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Rating: NC-17 / E Wordcount: ~19,200 Prompt #: NA. Self prompt. Warnings: Action. Angst. Drama. Betrayal. Mention of homophobia. Switching. Summary: Everyone he ever cared about is dead. Betrayed by someone on his own team and filled with a memory of a song he doesn't know anything about, Bucky lives in a cabin near Mount Chase, Maine. A stranger comes knocking on the door and as much as Bucky doesn't want to trust him, he isn't able to hide his attraction to him, either. Some questions are answered, but some answers don't make any sense. Is it too late to face your past and make amends?

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Title: Whistle I'll Be There Author: titC @titconao3 Pairing/Characters: Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 8493 Prompt #: S38 Warnings: no archive warning apply, canonical past traumas mentioned Summary: Matt's not sleeping well or enough and will not admit it, and Foggy worries and takes measures.

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Title: We Fell in Love in a Hopeless Place Author: Purple_ducky00 @jamesbuckystark Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1956 words Prompt #: S34 Warnings: Homophobia, Homophobic language Summary: Tony never thought he'd spend the night in jail. He never thought he'd fall in love there, either.

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Title: Our Family, Unpacked Author: HogwartsToAlexandria @hogwartstoalexandria Pairing/Characters: Carol Danvers/ Maria Rambeau Rating: Gen Wordcount: 1223 Prompt #: S2 Warnings: Food-related discussions Summary: Food is more important than whatever the tabloids will ever have you think. Which is why there's no tabloids in the Rambeau-Danvers' house.

And also because the three ladies living in it made it their mission to cook and eat, and talk to food as often as they could, and always as a family.

Or Monica wishes her mothers would get up already.

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Title: when we all fall asleep where do we go Author: steverogerstrash @ceilingventclintbarton Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: not rated/g Wordcount: 1016 Prompt #: S50 Warnings: none Summary:But he can’t stop thinking about the blond man. The man from the helicarrier that had called him a name, had told him that he wouldn’t fight.

the winter soldier tries to convince himself that they're just dreams. james barnes isn't so sure.

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Title: Where Words Fail, Music Speaks Author: HanukoYoukai @hanuko Pairing/Characters: Peter B. Parker/Wade Wilson Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Wordcount: 2615 Prompt #: S8 Warnings: No major archive warnings apply. Tags: Rock Band AU, No Powers AU, Fluff, Flirting, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Sexual Content

Summary: "The next day, his twitter had blown up. Picture upon picture, tweet upon tweet, all showcasing the masked band during the last concert. During the ballad, Wade Wilson gestured emphatically towards Peter, who stood there and did nothing. Their fanbase was making him out to be some kind of a frigid asshole for ignoring Wade, only to be silenced by a tweet from their lead singer to “leave my boo alone.”

What the actual f***?"

Wade can't seem to stop flirting with Peter onstage.

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Title: something out there Author: marvellingyou @marvelling-you Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: E Wordcount: 7,217 Prompt #: S20 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: He immediately opened it to a picture he got from the museum. It wasn't as if there was anything special about this picture in particular. It was one of thousands. Anyone could get a picture of Captain America. But he wanted a reminder that maybe, just maybe, he was more than a ghost story. Maybe he mattered.

Or, in which Bucky Barnes tries to piece himself together and at the end of the day, everything comes back to Steve Rogers

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Title: You’ll Never Know Author: bastet_lives @bastet-lives Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/ James “Bucky” Barnes (allusions to other Pairings) Rating: T Wordcount: ~ 10100 Prompt #: S59 Warnings: N/A Summary: Five times Bucky sang for Steve as they danced together without realizing they are both in love with each other. And the one time they sang to each other while being fully aware of their love.

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Title: Breaking Up and Making Up Author: chilibabie07 @chilibabie07 Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: E Wordcount: 6245 Prompt #: S62 Warnings: None Summary: So, in a spontaneous decision, he took a quick shower, dressed in something other than oversized hoodies and sweatpants, and left his house, determined to sit in a bar for at least 30 minutes before he would go back home.

That’s how he ended up in The Tipsy Cow, nursing his beer in the back, staring at Steve.

Read it here!

Title: Thank the children Author: bastet_lives @bastet-lives Pairings/Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes/ Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Wordcount: ~3000 Prompt #: S22 Warnings: N/A Summary: Asking out people on a date is scary, especially if the guy you want to ask out is cute and your niblings' music teacher. It takes his niblings and sister's interference before Bucky manages to.

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Title: Almost Left Behind (series: High Notes, part 1/3) Author: titC @titconao3 Pairing/Characters: Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 4120 Prompt #: Self-prompt (Cindy Lauper, Time After Time) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, canonically (presumed) dead character, or not, ghost, Ice, Cold, Falling Through Ice, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Good Samaritans, technically not hypothermia but you get the idea Summary: It's a harsh winter in New York, and Daredevil falls into a frozen-over lake...

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Title: Je te promets Author: NachoDiablo @nachodiablo Pairings/Characters: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, Monica Rambeau Rating: T Wordcount: 1063 Prompt #: A38 Warnings: None Summary: Carol and Maria bring Monica home.

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Title: Only You Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/James 'Bucky' Barnes Author: articcat621 @articcat621 Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1106 Prompt #: S26 - "Sway" -> Other dancers may be on the floor, Dear but my eyes will see only you. Warnings: Slash M/M, Implied FemSlash Summary: Peggy gives Steve and Bucky the little push they need.

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Title: I Hunger For Your Touch (series: High Notes, part 2/3) Author: titC @titconao3 Pairing/Characters: Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 4526 Prompt #: Self-prompt: The Righteous Brothers (and others), Unchained Medoly, Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, (probably) canonically dead character, ghost - Freeform, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Foggy is a good friend, Sensory Overload, Cold

Summary: Matt tries to go on with his life after his encounter with Elektra's ghost.

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Title: put her love down soft and sweet Author: @lattelyy on Tumblr, @lattely on AO3 Pairings/Characters: Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1656 Prompt #: S1 Warnings: none apply Summary: Natasha is impossible to look away from, whether she moves or sits still, every bit as graceful and alluring as the swan she plays. In her long-sleeved black leotard and dark leg warmers, fiery hair slicked back into a severe bun, she looks like the ballerinas Sharon saw in her storybooks as a little girl, full of awe at the glamorous women balancing on their tiptoes in tulle and satin.

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Title: I Want to Dance with Somebody Author: ohstars @oh--stars Pairings/Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff Rating: Teens and Up Wordcount: 9062 Prompt #:S27 Warnings: No Warnings Apply Summary: Steve does not dance. In fact, he can't dance and everyone in his life knows it. So when the time comes where he has to fill an important role in his sister's wedding, he has no choice but to learn. He's absolutely sure it'll be a miserable experience, with Natasha as his teacher, until he catches sight of the mysterious pianist in the corner. Maybe things won't be so bad after all...

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Title: I want you around Author: chilibabie07 @chilibabie07 Pairings/Characters: Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: T Wordcount: 1,985 Prompt #: S61 Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply Summary: “Hi,” Steve mumbles where he, as always, is hiding his face in Sam’s neck.

Sam clings to him just as much, arms tightening a bit now. “Hey, Stevie,” he whispers back.

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Title: Adrift in a World of my Own (series: High Notes, part 3/3) Author: titC @titconao3 Pairings/Characters: Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 6808 Prompt #: Self-prompt: The Great Pretender sung by The Platters or Freddie Mercury, Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, canonically presumed dead character, a little whump Summary: Matt suspects Elektra isn't quite your regular kind of ghost...

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Title: After All These Years Author: xxDustNight88 @xxdustnight88 Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3,132 Prompt #: #S47 Warnings: Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst Summary: When Tony decided to step back from a public life, going off the grid saved his sanity. How will three words change everything?

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Title: everytime you smile I feel tremors in my heart Author: Thunder_cakes Pairings/Characters: Sam/Steve Rating: T Wordcount: 3076 Prompt #: S44 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Steve finds himself immersed in Sam's music collection. Turns out he and teenaged Sam have a lot in common.

Can a box of mixtapes, an old crush and a handful of tootsie rolls bring our boys together? (yes.)

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Title: the end is the beginning Author: anniemar @anniemar Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Rating: T Wordcount: 1,544 Prompt #: A14 Warnings: memory flashback, mentions the death of jim morrison Summary: Sometimes the most random of songs can bring Bucky back to historical events that the Winter Soldier was witness to. He tries to let it flow instead of fighting it.

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Title: I Want to Hold Your Hand Author: Deb Walsh @debwalsh Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: G Wordcount: 2K + Prompt #: S57 Warnings: None apply Summary: The first time Bucky Barnes extends his hand to Steve Rogers, Steve hesitates only a moment to take it. After that, it's a given.

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Title: RISE Author: bangyababy @bangyababy Pairings/Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: M Wordcount: 12.2K Prompt #: Self Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mentions of vomiting Summary: “I don’t need you to be sorry!” Steve shouted. “I need you to love me and fight for this.”

Bucky’s smile was watery. “I do love you Steve, but I can’t fight for this, not anymore.”

Or: In order to come together, you have to fall apart first.

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