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[ look at this jerk. comin’ in my inbox, making me feel things! I LOVE YOU TOO DARLING! AND I MISS TALKING TO YOU, SO MESSAGE ME MORE YA BUTT. YOU’RE AMAZING TOO BBS, AND I HOPE THINGS ARE GOING WONDERFULLY FOR YOU. I always love ya and consider you one of my best friends. AND I WANT ALL OF TUMBLR TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. ]

         heavy   is   the   cross   the   martyr   shall   carry;   sometimes,   it   feels   like   if   she   reaches   for   the   palms   of   his   hands,   she   will   find   holes   made   by   rusty   nails   &   she   wonders   just   how   long   it’ll   take   for   him   to   choke   on   his   halo.   for   him   to   choke   on   feather.   other   times,   he   seems   so   tragically,   beautifully   human.   he   is   neither,   now.   the   anger   bubbling   beneath   her   skin   is   enough   to   drown   everything   else   but   the   facts.   there   is   a   dead   man   in   her   office.   there   is   a   dead   man   she   had   nightmares   about   in   her   office.   fingers   curl   up   into   fists,   the   bite   of   nails   digging   into   palms   enough   to   cut   at   flesh.      death   is   not   sacred   anymore   it   seems;   how   many   more   ghosts   will   come   back   to   haunt   her   ?         “   fuck   you.   ”         controlled,   the   voice   wavers   only   slightly.   she   aches   to   hurt   him,   but   that   would   display   too   much,   so   she   tries   for   dispassionate.         “   go   back   to   hell,   murdock.   ”

He’s killed several of Matt’s clients. There’s no getting around that. If Frank and Matt have recently gotten into a brawl, Frank will send evidence of Matt’s clients more gruesome crimes to the Nelson and Murdock doorstep. Proving a point, in a petty way.

Though Steve had never been the most spiritual of people, surely not in a long time, it was reassuring to see someone so deeply invested in their faith as this man was. It was something he could not help but admire, especially when situations seemed as dire as they were. A bit of divine help would not be unwelcome.

He leaned down, pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck, noting a spot that got him particularly fast in heartbeat and bit down gently, playfully trying to leave a little mark for him (as a nice souvenir of course!)

        ❛  listen, i get that you ‘work alone’, but it doesn’t work like that here.  ❜

“Deadly serious, Matthew. Don’t tell me you don’t want it.”