#do y’all ever stop? Jesus fuck man
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Whiskey on ice.
pairings: Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader
summary: What’s the best thing that ever happened to you and why is it (drunk) Aaron Warner?
warnings: alcohol, ooc(?) Aaron Warner, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff, and a light smut!
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The phone buzzed insistently on your nightstand, waking you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen.
Kenji’s name illuminated the room.
Of course, it was fucking Kenji. Damn you, Kishimoto.
“What the fuck do you want?” You mumbled, your voice thick with annoyance and sleepiness.
“Hey there, sunshine,” came Kenji's sarcastic voice through the speaker. “So sorry to interrupt your slumber, sleeping beauty.” Kenji slurred, clearly drunk.
“Kenji, it’s two in the morning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Well, I’ve got a little situation here,” he replied, his tone strangely cryptic.
Jesus Christ.
“What kind of situation?” You asked, growing more concerned by the second.
“Aaron fucking Warner.” Kenji deadpanned.
“He's had a bit too much to drink,” Kenji explained, his voice full of amusement.
"Tell her I love her!"
You grinned when you heard Warner’s drunken voice in the background cutting kenji off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.
“And he's a little... clingy and needy, to say the least.” He continued.
“Kishimoto, tell her I love her!” Your boyfriend's voice can be heard in the background.
“He says he lo—” Kenji paused, his phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Aaron on Kenji's phone a second later.
“My love, I love you,” Aaron said to the other line.
“I love you too, Aaron.” You replied, smiling.
“You’re the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes upon, angel. My pretty love,” Aaron continued. “You are my face of aphrodite, The human embodiment of all of my desires, my beloved.”
You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment, biting up a smile, “Oh don’t you think that’s an exaggeration—“
“No,” Aaron cut you off firmly. “It is not, it’s the truth, my love. You-you are-“
“Warner, give me back my phone, asshole!”
As you fought back a laughter, you still can hear your boyfriend’s drunk voice in the background.
“Drunk Aaron Warner?” you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the image. “I thought that was a myth.”
“Oh, it's very real,” Kenji assured you. “And I need your help to wrangle him. He won't stop talking about you, and he's insistent on seeing you.”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The thought of a tipsy Aaron Warner being affectionate and flirtatious was too tempting to resist.
“I'll be right there,” you said, already throwing on some clothes and grabbing your keys.
“Okay, we will just try to make him drink water,” Kenji assured you.
“Oh my fucking god—no, Warner, you fucking tell her that! That’s too much information, man. Disgusting.”
You hear kenji rant, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk aaron was spewing to kenji.
“Y’all need to leave me alone to y’all’s sex life, for real.” Kenji mumbled as he turned off the call.
When you arrived at the designated meeting spot, you spotted Kenji standing by a black car. Aaron Warner was leaning against the vehicle, his normally impeccable suit rumpled and his tie hanging loose. He looked a little disheveled, but his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught sight of you.
“There’s my pretty baby,” Aaron slurred, pushing off the car and stumbling toward you.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his unsteady gait. "Hey, darling. Having a good time?"
Aaron grinned broadly, his trademark stoicism replaced by an endearing warmth. "The best time," he declared. "But it could be even better if you were here with me."
Kenji rolled his eyes as he strutted off to you and Aaron. "Take him home, will you? He's been driving me crazy all night." You only nodded and gave him a smile.
As you led Aaron to the car, he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "You're so pretty," he slurred.
You couldn't help but blush at his candidness. "I think you're pretty great too, Warner."
With some effort, you managed to get him into the passenger seat. He insisted on holding your hand during the entire drive, peppering your knuckles with sweet, slightly drunken kisses.
"You're amazing," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm lucky to have you."
As the ride goes on, Aaron’s hand had traveled from your hand to your inner thigh, caressing it and making you shiver from his touch.
“Aaron! We’re on the road, hands to yourself!” You told him, pulling out his hand from your thigh.
“‘m sorry, love, can’t help myself.” He mumbled. “You just smell so good, makes me wanna…” after that, you can’t understand the incoherent words he was saying.
“uhuh,” you mused, “keep your hands to yourself for a moment, yeah?” You told him as warner only grunted in response.
When you arrived home, you helped him out of the car. He stumbled a few times, but you were there to catch him each time. Inside, you settled him on the couch, where he promptly draped himself across your lap.
"You're comfy," he mumbled, nuzzling into your thigh.
You chuckled, running your fingers through his tousled hair. "I'm glad you think so."
As you went to the kitchen to grab him some water, you felt him following you.
His hands firmly gripped your hips once more, drawing you close to him in an abrupt, passionate motion. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as his forehead lowered to meet yours. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath as he nestled his nose against yours.
"I just want to make love to you tonight, angel," he murmured, his words causing your breath to quicken. His intentions were crystal clear, and you felt your resolve waver in response to his desire.
Breathing becoming shallower, you struggled to maintain composure as he continued, his hands descending to firmly grasp your hips, pressing your body against his.
"Not— not tonight," you stammered out, fighting against the powerful pull of his closeness.
"I just want to make you feel good, my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. His hands slid sensuously down to your waist, pulling your hips into a slow, intoxicating dance with his.
"Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you."
You moistened your lips, trying to regain control, all while Aaron's hips moved against yours, making it increasingly difficult to resist. You exhaled a deep breath, attempting to stay collected.
"Not tonight, baby," you whispered back, your voice trembling.
His lips lowered beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine as they brushed against your skin. "I always take care of my love," he purred, placing a lingering kiss along your neck. "Always take real good care of you, my sweet angel."
"Let me take care of you tonight, please."
"Not when you've drunk so much," you replied, your voice wavering. With great effort, you managed to step back out of his embrace, resisting the urge to grind back into him. "Let's get you to the couch. I'll get you some water."
Aaron sighed deeply, his hands halting their explorations. You guided him down the hallway towards his couch, and he plopped down onto it. You fetched a glass of water from his kitchen and handed it to him. He downed it quickly, and you set the empty cup on the coffee table.
Turning your attention back to him, you noticed his disheveled work clothes. "How about I help you get ready for bed? Does that sound good?"
A sly grin crossed Aaron's face as he replied, "That depends. What are we doing in bed?"
"Sleeping, Aaron," you asserted firmly. Bending over, you took hold of his hands and gently tugged him from the couch. "Come on."
After helping Aaron into his bed, you slipped in beside him. He immediately curled up against you, his arms enveloping your waist.
"You're incredible," he whispered, breaking the silence.
You couldn't help but snort softly and shake your head. "And you're drunk," you replied.
"No, I'm serious," he insisted. "You're so smart, kind-hearted, funny, perfect. You're... you're too good for me. Much too good for me."
A frown creased your brow as he continued, his words spilling forth in a torrent of insecurity. "And I can't help but wonder how a heart like yours could ever love a heart like mine. You deserve someone better."
"Stop that, Aaron," you warned, your voice gentle but firm.
He shook his head vigorously. "Shush. Do not worry, my love," he murmured. "I'm far too selfish to want to give you up now.
"I will keep trying to be better to deserve you, my beloved. Please remember that," he said earnestly, his gaze locked onto yours.
"Aaron..." you began, but he interrupted.
"Please don't ever get tired of me," he pleaded. You looked at him, your heart swelling with affection, and kissed his forehead.
"I won't, love. You have me until the end of the universe," you assured him.
"I love you," he declared, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that held your attention.
For a moment, you were captivated by the depth of emotion in his eyes, as if his "I love you" carried a significance beyond words.
"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. His head tilted slightly, a softer expression on his face, his lips parting in a gentle smile.
His gaze remained fixed on you, and you sensed that his love was something profound, something that words could never truly capture.
After a moment of silence, he spoke up.
“Love?” he asked tentatively through the dark.
“Hmm?” you answered.
There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke.
“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.
“Of course, pretty boy,” you replied.
You leaned in, his lips seeking yours. The kiss was passionate and filled with an intensity that made your head spin.
As the night wore on, Aaron's clinginess increased. He refused to let you go, holding your waist tightly and pulling your head into his chest. He rested his head on your hair, and maybe nuzzle your neck affectionately.
his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.
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Bonus:
The soft glow of dawn crept into the kitchen as you tiptoed in, careful not to make too much noise. You knew Aaron had indulged in one too many drinks last night, and he'd likely be nursing a hangover this morning. Your heart swelled with affection for him as you prepared to make breakfast, wanting to take care of him in the best way you knew how.
As you quietly scrambled eggs and toasted bread, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of how your relationship with Aaron had evolved.
Just as you were about to flip the eggs, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Aaron's chin rested on your shoulder, and he hugged you from behind, his body warm against yours.
"Morning, love," he slurred, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of alcohol.
You chuckled softly and turned off the stove before turning in his embrace. "Morning, Aaron. Head hurts?"
"Mhm," he hummed, nuzzling your neck as if seeking comfort.
You reached up to run your fingers through his disheveled hair, a soothing gesture that seemed to help alleviate his discomfort. "Remember what I said last night?"
He pulled back slightly, his green eyes searching yours with a playful glint. "Y’know something from the kitchen."
You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out which of his drunken declarations he was referring to. "Which one?"
He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender, lingering kiss that left you slightly breathless.
And then it clicked.
"You said you wanted to take care of me and make love, but I said no because you were drunk," you said.
A faint blush crept across your cheeks as you remembered his needy and flirtatious behavior from the night before.
Aaron smirked, a wicked glint in his gaze.
"Well, I’m not drunk now." He said, smirking.
Oh Gods.
Your heart raced as his hands roamed your waist, pulling you closer. "Aaron, your hangover—"
He silenced your protests with another heated kiss.
Authors Note:
Woohoo 🫡 here’s a short fic for y’all since I’m still finishing up
the 12k+ Aaron Warner 7 evil exes fic (only 1 and a half chapter left) 🥸 anyway, enjoy!
English is not my first language and this isn’t beta read! And also my first time writing a fic 😮💨
Please let me know what you think :)
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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN🙏🏻🙏🏻 YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE IT👁️👁️
lose your shit
dwb! matt x reader
warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing
based on these texts, it won’t really make sense if you don’t read them.
a/n: the guy’s name is alex, i hope you like this <333
shit shit shit shit.
this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.
matt doesn’t live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.
fuck.
i began to shake alex awake. “you gotta wake up, dude”
after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, letting out a yawn.
“nothing. you just really need to fucking go”
“alright damn, but what’s the rush?”
“please just hurry up, i don’t have time for this” i said, pulling him off the bed.
“damn, was the sex that bad?” i didn’t even answer, just looked him up and down.
“alright, jeez” i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.
he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.
when he was done he just stood there.
“was there something else you needed?” i asked trying to figure out why he wouldn’t leave.
“can i at least brush my teeth?”
“does this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.” i answered, starting to get annoyed.
he just stared at me, mouth open.
“you do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?”
“well, yeah. but-“
“ok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygiene” i said nudging him out of my room.
i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.
when i opened the door, there stood matt.
fucking hell.
that has to be the worst timing i’ve ever had in my entire life.
his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. “what the fuck are you doing here?”
“i could ask you the same thing, matty-boy”
they know each other.
the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.
“oh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, y’all can catch up later” i said, trying to get him to walk away.
“actually, i think i’m gonna stay” he said, looking matt up and down.
well, shit.
this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didn’t surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasn’t expecting this from alex.
alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasn’t built for it, at least, that’s what i thought.
matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.
“jesus christ, matt” i said in shock.
“what ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?” matt did just that, swinging at alex’s face.
“you need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?”
“no can do, matty pooh. i can’t lie, she’s a good fuck”
matt didn’t like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.
alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught matt’s fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.
yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.
“hey fuckers! i don’t know if you’ve noticed but my house is white. it’d be lovely if you didn’t get blood on it !” i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.
alex took advantage of matt’s distraction to land another blow to matt’s face.
that shit looked like it hurt.
i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.
“you two need to get a fucking grip” i turned to alex. “walk away before i call the cops on your ass”
i turned to matt, “you’ve made your point, let him go”
matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off “your face isn’t the only place i left marks ” he mumbled.
matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.
i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. “it’s fine. just let him go” he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.
once i heard alex’s car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside “come on”.
i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.
“did he actually mark you up?” he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.
“no, matt. he was just trying to get under your skin” i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.
i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. “i know, i know. sorry”
my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.
he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.
“all done.” i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. “lemme just grab a-“ he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.
my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.
he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasn’t hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each other’s faces.
he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “what was that for?” i asked, eyes still closed.
“i need you to know that i care about you” my eye opened at this, staring into mine.
“i’m not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and i’m so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i can’t lose you, and i couldn’t live with myself if i let anything happen to you.”
he pecked my nose.
“i know that you’re capable of making your own decisions, and i’m not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and he’s not the type of person you want to be around. i can’t just watch him ruin you.” he moves a piece of hair out of my face.
“so i’m sorry that i just showed up here. i’m sorry i lost my shit. i’m sorry about the blood on your house” we both chuckled.
“but i can’t help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazy”
“hmm i don’t know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, it’s hot” i said as our noses touched.
he pushed my hips against my sink.
“good” he said as he went in for another kiss.
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On the Seas
Charles Leclerc x Yachtie Reader
**I've been watching a lot of Below Deck which is how this came about - Enjoy:)**
Part 2
F1gossip
Is there a new WAG on the horizon? Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was spotted chatting to a pretty woman on a boat ride, then later on a larger yacht, Monaco Grand Prix weekend. After a little bit of digging, we found that the woman was yntakestheseas. She appears to be based on the south of France/Monaco and the same age as Charles but we can’t quite figure out what she does. Her instagram is full of scenic, party & boat pics. Do we think trust fund baby? Gold Digger?
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Ferrrari4657 y’all are ridiculous. He was spotted with a woman, he must be dating someone. sure jan
F1fan19 You saw one blurry picture & found all of that? Thats such an invasion of privacy but I’m kind of impressed.
Fan58 do you not see the uniform? She clearly works on the boat, it’s not like they were making out of something.
Fan856 god forbid, a single man talking to a pretty woman 🙄
F1083 saying she may be a gold digger is so out of pocket. Maybe she’s just rich and honestly if she is, good for her.
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas It's the Grand Prix, I never miss the Grand Prix
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Bestfriend1 did Red Bull win?
yntakestheseas you can fuck right off
Bestfriend1 rude
Fans57 thats the same club the driver were in 👀
yntakestheseas along with half of Monaco babes, its not that deep
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yntakestheseas Yes, I Cannes, finally walk the carpet at the film fest!
📍Cannes film fest
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Bestie finally seeing what its like on the other side
yntakestheseas I don’t like it mom come pick me up
F175 Charles is there, coincidence?
yntakestheseas Pierre, Max and Lando are somewhere here too. That mean I’m fucking them? Hell, Tom Holland is here, maybe I’m
Bestfriend1 You mean to stop there?
yntakestheseas no, I just realized that that might not be the best example because I would fuck him so…
Fan0237 Oh shit 😂
Fan477 She definitely gives off socialite energy, but how have we never seen her before
F1946 she must be new money, seems a bit tacky
yntakestheseas babes the 24 euros in my bank accounts say I’m no money
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas people jumping to conclusions in my comments
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Fan466 What does this mean!!!
bestie3 ooh girl
MaxVerstappen Why you gotta do me like that?
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas when the captains away, the crew will play
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BoatCapJoe you know I can see this right?
yntakestheseas Sir yes sir, its a joke. We are actually working very very hard right now folding your underwear into roses.
BoatCapJoe youre lucky I like you
Bestie babe…..
yntakestheseas I’m coming to live with you if I get fired
Bestie no youre fucking not, I've seen what C's apartment looks like when youre there
CharlesLeclerc do you ever actually work?
yntakestheseas No, my daddy pays for everything thanks for asking
CarlosSainz55 ew
yntakestheseas what? All I said was my dad pays
CarlosSainz55 You & I both know what you meant
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas You can call me captain #8 years
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PierreGasly your mental age? Yeah we know
yntakestheseas I think you have me confused with lando
LandoNorris or himself
Bestie only took 8 years
yntakestheseas you know what, at least I did it
Charlesleclerc did what?
yntakestheseas bag someone rich enough to own the boat
CharlesLeclerc that all I’m good for?
Bestie you have a nice car!
yntakestheseas no, you have a decent dick too
PierreGasly 😲
yntakestheseas oh shut it mr 🐶
Charlesleclerc Decent isn't what you were saying yesterday
LandoNorris My EYES MY EYES Jesus guys 🤢
PierreGasly yeah I dont want to know that 🥴
Ferrrarifan3 Things I didnt expect to see today. This comment section
yntakestheseas you should see the group chat
Fan4646 THERES A GROUPCHAT?????
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Trouble Next Door Part 15 part 2: Porch Convo
Find Part 15: Here
Masterlist: Here
TW: Cursing, Steve is drunk, mentions of cheating and divorce and a tiny small bit of violence
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A/N: I didn’t wanna have to make y’all wait too long for this so I hope you enjoy and that it’s everything you wanted it to be😂✨
“Yo Steve you’ve gotta go man….you don’t live here anymore.” “Where did…did you come from?” “Uh…my house?” “Oh…figured you’d be moved in here by now…why aren’t you?” “What? Why would…you know what it’s pointless…you gotta go okay? She doesn’t want you here.” “I miss her.” “Cool…but miss her from somewhere else before I call Hopper.” “She loves you.” “No shit we are bestfriends…we love each other…” “no she’s in love with you…it’s fucking obvious…so so obvious and I…I married her anyway and now…now everyone hates me and Dustin won’t even talk to me…” “you have to lay off the whiskey dude…it’s not your friend…clearly makes you delusional.” “I’m not fucking delusional you asshole! My wife is in love with you and the only way I could…test if she cared about me was to…do this.” “What…did you just say? You cheated on her to see if she actually cares about you?” “She doesn’t…she just kicked me out…Chrissy kissed me you know? During game night…she kissed me because she knew you wouldn’t care.” “Stop talking Steve.” “Said that you only care about one person and we both know who that is….so Chrissy just kissed me.” “Steve…for the love of god shut the fuck up and get off her porch.” “I don’t want a divorce…I don’t want Chrissy…I don’t love her…I love my wife.” “You don’t get to cheat on your wife just to see if she loves you or not then say you don’t want a divorce….you fucking sleaze-ball…now get up.” “Maybe I can make her love me the way she loves you…maybe she’ll come around.” “Not gonna happen…do you not see where you’re at? You’re outside her house begging for her to love you…but why would she ever let you into her house or her heart again…when she was actually madly in love with you what did you do? You fucked my wife…just to see if your actual wife would care? You’re a sick motherfucker Steve and you need to leave.” “Madly in love with me? Are you fucking joking?” “Does it look like I’m joking?” “She’s never been madly in love with me Eddie…she’s just been too stupid-” “don’t you ever call her stupid you fucking asshole.” “Jesus Christ…I think….I think you broke my nose.” “I didn’t…we’d both know if I did….now fucking leave before I do actually decide to break something of yours…” “I just want her to love me…like she loves you.” “Well…can’t say she’s gonna love me when I go in there and tell her I punched you in the face…I just need you to know something Harrington.” “What?” “She doesn’t love me the way she loved you…she didn’t marry me…she married you…she didn’t pick me…she picked you…not because she needed a place holder but because she fucking loved you.” “What?…what? No…no that’s not-” “it is true…she loved you man…but you fucked it all up…” “I…I gotta…I gotta go.” “Bout fucking time…oh and tell Chrissy all this shit about not loving her will ya? She is convinced you’re in love with her and want your happily ever after with her…but do it..gently please…” “Uh yeah…okay…yeah I’ll…do it gently…tell her I love her?….please?” “No…now goodnight Steve…go take a cold shower and have a cup of black coffee and you’ll be fine…send me the bill for the dry cleaning to get the blood out of your shirt…”
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guys yes yes i am a genius
i don’t know if you’re up to writing a perv!eddie but him and trevor are very very similar.
trevor makes more than sexual remarks, he’s disgusting in an attractive way. eddie does the same thing, he’s a stalker, if he lived in modern times he’d use your panties as a face mask, he will wake you up because your arms are around him and he gets an erection for the tenth time that night i’m not exaggerating
so i want to bring your attention to when you go see eddie play at the hideout one night, you’re starting to see him more romantically than platonically now. you wearing a short jean skirt and a white tank top with no bra that your boobs are very very visible in (my outfit rn) you’re sexy in the way that it makes eddie’s heart stop in his throat and his thighs clench as he plays guitar (shirtless?)
anyway when he meets you backstage, he’s slipping his hands under the skirt, rubbing the undersides of your thighs as you pull him closer with your belt loop. youre wrapping one arm around his neck, the other pressed against a chest tattoo.
you tell him that he has a groupie, leaving a lipstick mark on top of the tattoo
kissing him open mouth so hard and so passionately it makes his head spin (the kind of head spin when you get an orgasm and you can’t think of anything else but how good you feel except you’re literally only kissing him)
every time he punches someone for looking at y’all while you make out, every single time you tell him you can’t stand him when he does it with a small smile
every time he puts his hands in your back pockets, caressing your ass and he kisses your jaw while telling you that you can have anything you want, you can call him any name in the book if you kiss him like that one more time.
🫶 anon
oh i want him so bad jesus christ
18+ — MINORS DNI
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eddie goes insane for you in every way shape and form, and it only intensifies after his shows. it’s a larger crowd tonight so he’s pumped on adrenaline and nerves, shredding his guitar and singing like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get to do it and you— god, you look so fucking good and it’s egging eddie on in ways he can’t explain.
the skirt you’re wearing is short, clings to your hips and thighs so deliciously eddie can’t wait to sink his teeth into you afterwards. cant wait to slip his hands under and squeeze your plushy skin until you squeal for him. cant wait to push your flimsy good-for-nothing tank top up and suck your tits into his mouth like a starved man.
and you’re just so excited for the band and how good they performed, you hardly pay attention to eddie’s hunger gaze as you walk up to them cheerfully, telling them how good they did and how proud you are.
eddie presses up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck and breathing in that intoxicating fucking perfume you always spray that makes him harder than a goddamn rock. he groans and you giggle, tilting your head against his as your hands rest over his large ones, squeezing as you turn in his hold to face him.
you praise him as you pepper kisses all over his face and eddie smiles, says a quick thank you before digging his teeth into his lower lip and letting his hands trail over your ass. you squirm as his hands dip beneath the denim skirt you have on. “where do you think you’re going looking this pretty, princess?” he growls, nipping at your ear as he squeezes the fat of your ass.
and you’re so thankful the lighting in the hideout is shot to shit and eddie has you pushed into a corner because nobody seems to see your boyfriend push up the back of your skirt to fully grasp your ass, thumbs dipping below the black thin string of your thong before he cracks a palm down on your skin. you yelp his name and push at him, “eddie,” you whine, “there’s people here.”
eddie chuckles and pulls down your skirt, “sorry, sweetheart. just can’t help it when it comes to you, you know that.”
and he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the night so you result to sucking him off in the restroom. not the first or last time it’s happened.
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ALSO, bestie i did my research and i swear trevor and eddie are distant relatives bc omg😭😭😭 the mannerisms are so alike i screamed
#🫶 anon#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fanfic#perv!loser!eddie#perv!eddie x reader#perv!eddie
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— ⭒ Family Movie Night!
The slendermansion hosts a movie night, a whole bunch of family feels, banter and chaos happens! : this is not lore accurate, but I heart found family, so this happened.
“I got popcorn!” Lazari shouts over the talk in the living room, walking in with a big bowl of it — she leans over the couch, “what movie we watching?”
Natalie looks towards her, “I say we watch Scream, but—“
“It’s not accurate!” Jeff stresses, “we could watch Friday the Thirteenth instead!”
“And that’s accurate?” Lazari questions, before leaning forward a bit more. “I say we watch Ghostbusters, personally.” Her words are targeted towards — well, Ben: He shoots her a look.
Tim sighs, “we’re not watching ghostbusters, last time we did Sally freaked out.”
Lazari rolls her eyes, going around the couch to sit on it — shoving Ben out of her way to do so. He glares at her, she glares at him. It’s a lovely experience.
“But,” she starts, “is Sally here?”
Natalie moves to snatch up some popcorn from the bowl, “She left to go grab mister Charlie or whatever that fuckers name is.”
“Mister Death.” Jeff corrects without thinking, before stopping. “Wait, no. I don’t know what that stupid animal’s name is.” He coughs awkwardly.
Lazari rolls her eyes, “It’s okay to like tea parties, real men like tea parties.”
“I don’t—“
Footsteps come running down the hallway, a giggle following along. Ben grins, “Speak of the devil.”
“Sally,” Natalie calls from the side of the couch, “you’re an honest girl, right?” She starts — and Lazari holds back a laugh: Jeff looks to the ceiling, he must know where this is going.
She nods quick, “Mhm! The most honest ever ! One time my mama asked me if I ate two cookies, and I said I ate three! ‘Cause I did!”
Nat smiles. “That’s good, Sal. Now— how often does Jeff come to your tea parties?”
“Jeff is the best, ever! The super duper best! He comes when I ask! Which is a lot!” She says— eyes glowing, “one time he even helped me make little mini cakes for it!”
“Does he dress up?” Lazari asks, a suppressed laugh coming forwards— but Tim shoots them a look.
Sally kicks her feet and swings her hands together as she and her stuffed animal — now known as Mr. Death, sit down by the bottom of the couch.
Jeff is not looking at any of them as he speaks, “The kid pulls puppy eyes, what am I supposed to say, no?”
“Duh.” Ben states.
Sally perks up, “Ben? I can please play with your switch later?”
She looks at him. He looks at her.
Ben sighs, it’s fond. “Sure.”
“You guys have zero back bone.” Lazari teases, nearly jumping at the sudden popcorn that was thrown at her by Ben himself— “You bitch!”
“Bitch!” Sally echos.
“Guys!” Tim snaps, “Settle down, Jesus. We do not live in a farm, y’all are acting like animals.”
Lazari blinks, “Y’all? What are you a cowboy?”
She goes quiet at the look he gives her.
“ Thank you , was that hard?” He mutters, sorting through a book of CD’s. “We can watch Goosebumps, Spiderman or Fear Street.”
“Spider-man!” Sally says excitedly, “he’s so cool! He goes like — whoosh ! And beats bad guys!”
Ben nods, “I like when Spider-Man goes Whoosh.” He speaks, amused above all else.
Natalie shrugs, “ I just wann’ watch somethin’.”
Jeff goes to interrupt— but Tim claps his hands together, “Alright, Spider-Man it is.”
“Favouritism.” Jeff whispers, which gets ignored.
The move starts to play: and it’s nice, she thinks— Ben makes his side comments, Natalie and Jeff both point out the plot holes, Sally tries to copy what the hero’s do on screen— looking at the others in the living room, she gets a distant feeling of warmth.
She had never seen a family before, not a healthy one, and fuck they may be the most furthest thing away from being healthy in the slightest: but it was hers. She would clench onto with her blood ridden fingers until it can be tugged away from the fates themselves.
Family , is a thought that comes quietly, maybe that’s what family is about: loyal to a fault even if you’re own family is made out of maniacs.
#creepypasta fandom#fanfic#jeff the killer#slender proxy#slenderverse#creepypasta#creepypasta fanfic#sally williams#lazari swann#natalie ouellette#tim masky#found family#parkersfanfic
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Feeding Alligators 51 - I Lived Bitch
You wake up.
On AO3.
People’re hollering. It’s all gibberish. You feel well-rested for the first time in a long, long while. Are half-tempted to turn over so you can go back to sleep, except two things: there’s something in your arms that smells like vasoline and farts, and the chatter around you is real loud. Right until it hushes.
A woman says something. She’s got nice perfume. Don’t stink of chemical or sickly sweet. Her voice rings like a bell, though her words don’t make no sense.
It’s a stuffed animal that you got in your arms. That’s what smells. You cuddle into it and sigh…
Why is it sticky? What the hell—
Open your eyes. Spot a pair of boots with real nice embroidery along the seams. Track it up to a purple mumu and—
“Gale!” you say.
The man smiles down at you, all but sagging. And then Shadowheart fills your vision, leaning over you, her jesus hands over your chest.
Shadowheart. And Karlach and Wyll watching. You got Karlach’s bear. And apparently the little procedure made the dirt potion stop working, the fucker.
“You got any…?” you say and mime tilting a bottle.
“Yes,” Gale says.
You start to sit up as he reaches into his bag, and then you pause. Stare at him as he produces the blue bottle.
He holds his innocent expression for a good five seconds before cracking. “Aang-lish. Ta-ok.” And he mimes writing.
You blink a couple of times, trying to make sense. Cause it sounds like the man is saying he’s trying to learn English (from your chats). But that is monstrously complicated and y’all are super busy and…and you’re you. Ain’t no reason for somebody to take on that kinda task on your account.
You point to him. Tap your temple, and then your mouth. “You talk? English?”
“Ye-ah,” he says again.
Oh god, he’s learning English with your accent.
You are simultaneously amused, horrified, and then indignant at the horrified part. Ain’t nobody complains when a non-English speaker picks up a Western accent. Fuck all them classicist fuckwads.
You down the potion so you can say, “Why?”
“Ah! Well, a multitude of reasons,” he says and lifts that pointer finger and that man is the dictionary definition of a lecturer. “I reckoned it might do to have a backup plan should we run out of ingredients again. And as I’ve always said, a good education—”
“She seems fine,” Shadowheart cuts in. Gives you a tiny smile and then stands. “Take it easy the rest of the night. I’m not sure how this process goes, exactly. But I’d say if you start to feel strange, at all, let one of us know.”
“Yes’m,” you say.
She gives you a nod and leaves you be.
“How d’you feel, soldier?” Karlach says.
Physically, great. A little dizzy, maybe. And tired, now that you think about it. You want to find a blanket, burrito yourself next to the fire, and sit there until everybody goes to sleep.
So that’s what you tell her. She nods along, then jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “Sounds like you and Wyll’ll be spending some time together, then.”
That…don’t make no sense. Why would Wyll…?
The spectator. Him lying in a pool of his own blood.
“Oh fuck, Wyll, how’re you doing?”
Karlach moves so you can see him leaning against a bedroll. He gives you a wave. “Nice to see you among the living again.”
…what?
And then something moves in the shadows and your skin shudders like a pissed off cat as the fucking mummy emerges.
He regards you with his shriveled, raisin eyes. Then, “Thou soul is tied to this place. Thy destiny shall play along as it must.”
And then he turns and just, you know, leaves. Like that was a totally normal interaction and he wasn’t the creepiest thing to ever exist spouting some of the most cryptic shit to ever exist.
“I don’t like him,” you say.
“Yeah,” Karlach drawls, watching him shuffle over to the perimeter of camp. “I’ve seen people get turned inside out—literally, and it’s the hells so they don’t die, you know? But there’s something really off about that one.” Then she looks behind you, to the sound of Gale lowering himself, and something flashes across her face before she slaps another smile over it. “Guess I’ll leave you to it. You did good, soldier. Knew you were a tough one.”
She goes back over to Wyll and settles down about three feet from him—the closest she can safely get. Leaving you and Gale, alone.
Gale clears his throat. Waits for you to look back to him. Folds his legs beneath him and both his knees crack. “I can certainly understand your level of apprehension around him. But we should probably discuss what he said. Or didn’t, I suppose.”
Well fuck.
“What, the shit about fate?” you say, because if you make a joke about and throw in profanity, it can’t be all that serious, right?
But Gale don’t smile back. Nor does he join in on the joking. He looks serious in a way that makes your conjured joviality wither in on itself.
He holds up something. The evil bottle. Motions for you to take it. The soul jar. Right. But like, it’s a physical object? For some reason, you didn’t think it would be. Like, they would do all their woo woo shit and it’d disintegrate into the ether or some shit and you’d wake up all better.
The metal is smooth in your hands. You expect warmth or an electric tingle. Maybe a creepy heartbeat or something. Souls are, apparently, real, and they’ve (said they’ve) trapped yours inside that thing like a genie in a lamp. There should be some mystical shit, right?
Only it’s just a metal bottle. Smooth and cool, and about as heavy as it looks.
“Are you sure it worked?” you say. Cause it feels just like holding an empty bottle.
“It did, eventually.” He catches your look. “There were some…complications. It caused no damage, both Withers and Shadowheart assured me!. All of your soul is within that flask, and we’ll continue to monitor it, but you appear to be perfectly stabilized.”
Huh. “Complications” can mean so many things.
“But?” you say.
Gale makes a “easy there, Bessy” hand gesture. “But you, ah, died in the process. Again. You are perfectly alright now! Withers was able to keep both parts of you here long enough for the spell to work. But you, well. I’m no necromancer or soulworker, but your soul went elsewhere for a time before we could draw it fully into this realm.”
That…is horrifying. Where the fuck does a soul just wander off to? Like it fucked off to some interdimensional 711, stole a car, and drove three hundred miles out to fucking space-Idaho?
“Do you remember anything?” Gale says. And there’s that gleam in his eye, the one he gets when you brought up your speculations of the religious aspects of them animal stones in that ancient city in Turkey. Dude hungers for knowledge the way Astar—the way a vampire hungers for blood.
But the last thing you remember is settling down with Karlach’s bear.
“No,” you say. Though the thought niggles something in the back of your mind.
Corn?
Whatever.
“I see. Well, it does please me to say that you seem to be present and accounted for. No need for those potions—I gathered from your facial expressions that they didn’t taste terribly fantastic. However. That flask must stay on your person at all times. Or near enough to it.”
“Oh god, is this a proximity thing?”
What’s a reverse electric fence? If you forget the damn thing in you tent and go to the river to bathe, is it gonna tase you?
A twitch of a frown at the word “proximity.” His lips silently move over the shape of it. Then, “Not in the sense I suspect you think of. If I were to snatch it and use a waypoint to travel to the other side of Faerun, it would do you no harm. But I would be holding your soul in my hands, and that…”
And…that sounds bad. Catastrophic, even.
“You said soulworker and necromancer before,” you say, a different kind of dread oozing up your spine to claw at the muscles at the base of your skull. “Someone could, like, use this against me, huh?”
He nods. “Indeed. At the very least, one could hold it for ransom. At the worst, there are ways of chaining a soul to a person or an object. Or even, well. Even bartering one to the hells.”
If somebody gets their sticky fucking fingers on that flask they can literally sell you to a demon? Oh what the actual fuck.
“Kinda hate this place,” you say.
Gale winces. Sympathetically.
“So keep the damn thing safe,” you say.
“Yes. I cannot stress that enough.”
Part of you thinks it really would have been easier to just die.
Except…there’s something in you. A little glow against that darkness. Though the exhaustion and the dread pull you down like your guts are made of concrete, that tiny ember glows on.
Fuck. Fuck.
“I…thank you, Gale,” you say. “Thank you for all a this. I’ll do my best not to let y’all down.”
He claps your arm (you try not to flinch at the touch). “You’re doing far better on that account than I suspect you give yourself credit for. Now, I’m going to whip up something light but filling, and I suggest you eat your fill and get some rest, hmm?”
You nod. Food does sound really good.
The others mingle or tend their gear. You lie there and half listen to Wyll and Karlach talking. Things haven’t gotten better so much as simply…changed form. Same problem, new and exciting ways for it all to go wrong.
The exhaustion drags at you. Gale is right. Food and rest will be good. This shit will land and settle as it will, and you’ll have to pick a path through it.
Which is when something pale moves in the dark. A set of glowing eyes leer out of the shadows.
“Well hello, darling,” Astarion says.
#feeding alligators fic#these two shitheads#astarion fanfic#astarion#astarion x tav#tavstarion#isekai#slow burn#plus size tav#demisexual tav
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Devils Roll The Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes
Song: Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift
Requested by @dinonuggiesforliferz
Fandom: Daredevil
Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader
On AO3 this is multichapter so here is the link to read it in that format:
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June 6th, 4:59 pm
Hell’s Kitchen in the summer is a sweltering box of heat and the small office of Nelson and Murdock has no air conditioning.
You sit at the folding table you call a desk, sweating your ass off and trying to do paperwork. You glance over at the clock and see it is finally 5:00.
Matt exits his office first, noticing you immediately packing up your purse and putting your heels back on.
“Eager to leave, are you?” His voice startled you at first, but you eased up and chuckled once you realized who spoke.
“Very eager.” You playfully reply as you sling your purse on your shoulder.
“Sorry we’re not the best company.” Matt chuckles. His tie is loose and his suit jacket has vanished due to the heat. His white button down sleeves are rolled up to his elbow and he has a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
“Trust me Matt Murdock, you are plenty company. But, I have my last essay of the year due tomorrow and my professor will KILL ME if I don’t turn it in on time.”
“3rd year at law school- definitely do not miss that” Foggy emerges from his office drenched in sweat with two ice packs taped to his face. You giggle and explain how Foggy looks to Matt who chuckles accordingly.
“You’re just jealous cause y’all are hotter than Jason Momoa’s biceps!”
“Awww you think I’m hot” you tease, nearing the door slowly.
“Anyone would.” You stop only for a second when you hear Matt utter so low it’s almost a whisper.
“Welp! I’m hitting the road. Bye losers!” You wave goodbye whilst walking through the door.
“Bye!” Foggy yells behind you
“Later, Fordham.” You hear Matt call after. He gave you this “affectionate” nickname after finding out what Law school you go to. You haven’t heard him say your real name since then.
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June 7th, 12:03 am
You’re sitting on your bed, laptop open, mind boggled. You just barely finished your essay and you’re fairly certain it’s the worst thing you’ve ever written in your entire educational career.
Welp, it’ll have to do you guess. You get up to make some late-night french toast.
You take out the frying pan and all the ingredients. That’s when you hear a noise coming from your bedroom. I probably just imagined it you think. But then you hear it again
Picking up the frying pan, you slowly approach your bedroom. “Who’s there?” you ask, holding the frying pan above your head.
You turn the corner to see a bloody and bruised man standing in a black shirt, black pants, and a black scarf tied around his head.
You scream. The stranger jumps “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE”
“…a friend..Fordham…” The stranger groans out. You instantly recognize the voice. “Matt!? What the hell!? What are you wearing!? Why are you beat up!? What is going on!?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me…” He croaks as he flops on the bed.
“Jesus, you need medical attention and now! I’ll call a hospital-“
“No!” Matt chokes. “It’s not safe enough.”
“Well fuck Matt how the hell am I supposed to-“
“You took nursing classes in college right?” He asks, strained breaths between each word.
“Not good ones and how do you even remember that!?”
“If you can do basic nursing, you can help me…Please.”
You get him patched up and somewhat well treated as he explains the situation.
“That’s a lot to carry on you’re shoulders, Matt. You need a day off for once, maybe tomorrow so you can recover from whatever happened tonight.” You advise as you sew up a cut on his back.
“I can’t take a day off. If I take a day off, people get hurt.” He winces through the sentence as you pull the needle.
“…why did you come to me? I am far from a qualified nurse.” You gently touch the stitch you just finished before backing away.
“I was just running on pure adrenaline and the first thing my brain thought was, well, you.
You feel some blood rush to your cheeks as he says the last word, but you contain your reaction quite well.
“Ok, you can take the bed, i’ll take the sofa. That cool?” You stand up and walk towards the couch to prepare it for yourself.
“I’m sorry I did this, really. Did you finish your essay at least, before I got here?” He put on his shirt as he spoke
“God Matt you are the only person who could spend the night getting beaten to shreds and still have the compassion to ask me if I finished my essay.” You grab a pillow from the bed and put it on the couch.
“Let’s just say I wouldn’t ask everyone.”
You elect to ignore that comment and throw him some pajama pants and a T-shirt. “My ex’s, thought it’d be better to sleep in that than your shitty excuse for body armor.”
You turn your back as he changes.
“Thank you. I mean it.” He sounds the most sincere you think you’ve ever heard him.
“Whatever, you owe me one, Murdock.”
“Anything you ask, Fordham.”
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June 29th, 11:55 pm.
That routine continues throughout the month. Every few days Matt shows up in your apartment with something bloody, bruised, or broken for you to fix him up and have a room to sleep in.
It has become such a routine that you’ve thought to leave the window open most nights. Sometimes you just sit there waiting to see him out the window climbing up your fire escape, wounded.
But today was different…
You’re watching tv when you hear the noise and immediately rush to the window to help him in. After getting him stitched up you start to move the pillows over when he tells you to wait.
“What if you… didn’t sleep on the couch tonight?” He questioned, walking closer to you.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the couch, you’re legs won’t be able to move tomorrow you’ll be so uncomfortable-“
He interrupts you. “That’s not what I meant.”
You then notice how close he is. Your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your face, and you were sure he could feel yours on his neck.
“What do you mean..” you slowly ask, knowing the answer and wanting it willingly.
He seems to read your mind as he glides his hand up your arm and to your neck. Your spine shivers with electricity. He pulls you closer and you gasp slightly at the feel of his body on yours.
Only then does he pull you into the kiss, his other hand entering your hair as you grab the back of his neck. He backs you up as you two desperately search for the bed, taking small breaths between big kisses. You find the door handle and slam your bedroom door behind you, closing off the outside world from what’s about to happen.
The last thing you think before you get lost in it is
I guess we have a new step in the routine
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July 15th, 8:12 pm
“Oh come on, we all know i’m gonna win this!” Foggy exclaims
“You are so not!” You and Matt say at practically the same time.
“Well you two sure as hell aren’t! I am the king of the chutes and the ladders!”
The three of you were sat around your folding table desk, with the chutes and ladders board lay flat on the table.
“May I remind you that we are on the same space.” Matt turns to you “Right?”
“Right.” You respond. They are both 6 spaces from the end. You’ve been far behind the two of them for a while ever since you hit the big chute in the middle of the board.
“Nooooo she’s lyinggggg you hit a chute two turns ago and you’re back at the beginnninggg” Foggy lies
You laugh as Matt replies “See why don’t I believe you! I’ll trust her over you any day.”
“Betrayal! Of my partner in law! Does the firm we built together mean nothing to you!” Foggy dramatically flailed his arms, nearly flipping the whole board over.
“Alright Matt just roll so we can all go the fuck home!” You chuckle.
“Alright! Matty needs a new stapler for his desk!” You roll your eyes as Matt presses a button on his phone. The robotic voice reveals “Six.”
The three of you erupt in screams and laughter.
“WHAT ARE THE ODDS!?”Screams Foggy
You’re laughing so hard you think you might choke to death. “Alright, i’m gonna go get a drink from the vending machines, I’ll be right back, you boys be nice!”
“No promises!” Foggy calls as you leave the office.
You walk down the stairs to the vending machine and start trying to decide what you want when you notice Matt walking up next to you.
You knew this would happen eventually. You’d have to talk about the fact you’ve been sleeping together for nearly a month and how that’s gonna affect the two of you. You just really didn’t want to have that talk tonight.
“Hey..” he started, hands hiding in his pockets.
“Hello.” You continue the conversation, refusing to look at anything other than the drinks, but not really looking at them at all.
“We need to talk about it.” He sighs, hanging his head low. The light from the vending machine shines on his red sunglasses.
“I assumed we would eventually.” You keep pretending to look at the same sprite and coke can.
“We can’t be together. At least not publicly, or an actual relationship. If a bad person found out who I am and they found out I had a girlfriend, they would go through her to get to me.”
“I know the superhero spiel, Murdock, I read Batman comics growing up, remember?” Sprite Can, Coke Can, Sprite Can, Coke Can.
“How could I forget.” You wonder if he actually did. He seems to never forget anything about you.
“It’s cool, ok. If you just wanna keep it at crazy sex after a stitch up, that’s all it has to be.” Sprite, Coke, Sprite, Coke, Sprite, Coke.
“Alright, cool, glad we’re on the same page.” You most definitely are not on the same page, but you aren’t gonna tell him that. Might as well have him like this than not have him at all. And it’s not as if you’re in love with him or anything. Right?
“Sooooo, are you gonna get a drink orrrr.” He breaks you out of your trance. Shit. You still haven’t bought a drink.
“Course..” Sprite it is then. You pay for the drink and walk back up to the office with Matt, taking awkward sips of your drink the whole way.
You see Foggy pack up the game and grab his satchel to go. “God you two took forever. Anyway, I’m heading home. Hey Matt, you shouldn’t walk home alone this time of night, could be dangerous.”
You stifle a chuckle.
“I’ll be fine, Foggy. You have a car, right, Fordham?”
You choke on your drink. “What?”
“Well I just thought that you could drive me home since you can drive and I ya know, can’t.” He smiles at you. He knows you can’t say no.
“Yah, sure, i’ll uh…get my keys.”
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You get in the car and both of you notice the uncomfortable silence is just a tad too thick while driving.
So, you decide to start off the conversation. “Why are we doing this?” Not a strong start.
“What do you mean?” Matt pretends to be clueless.
“I mean, why am I driving you home tonight.”
“You heard Foggy. It’s not safe for me to walk alone.”
“Yeah and we both know that’s bullshit and that he would’ve let you go alone if you had just insisted you would be fine, so why are we doing this?”
“Our last conversation ended somewhat awkwardly. I wanted to fix that.”
“And this was the best way you could think to do that? Now you have pretend to go home before patrolling. If anything you’ve inconvenienced both of us in one fell swoop.”
“You seem upset, let’s talk about this when I get home from patrols.”
“I’m not upset, i’m confused and slightly frustrated. I mean, we agreed that we wouldn’t be a couple and that seemed fine but God, Matt, do you hear yourself? We don’t live together and that isn’t our home, it’s my home. Got that?”
“Of course I know that! Do you know that?”
You gape at him with awe and offense. You pull the car over in front of a random building to regroup.
At first it’s silent. Then Matt speaks up
“I’m sorry. I just need to keep you safe.”
“I know” you reply “I just think we should-“ You don’t finish. The look on Matt’s face tells you he hears something, and it probably isn’t good.
“What is it Matt?” His mannerisms turn frantic.
“Cut the headlights. Cut the headlights now!” He goes back to listening mode again.
“Get down!” The last thing you see before Matt ducks you down is 5 guys exit the building with guns and masks over their faces they shoot the windshield a few times and then run off in the other direction.
“Fuck!” You realize you’re gonna need to pay for that and the price will not be pretty. You glance over at Matt who’s already got his tie and jacket off and is midway through ripping off his button down to reveal the black shirt.
You reach back behind your seat and grab the scarf you left in the car in January and hand it to him. He ties it around his eyes.
“Don’t suppose you have extra pants in here” he asks
“Not unless you fit women’s yoga pants.”
He exits the car quickly and says one thing before running off.
“Get the hell out of here and fast, get back to your apartment. I’ll be there after I deal with this, granted i’m still alive.”
“Don’t say that, you will be.”
He kisses you on the cheek before he closes the door and runs off.
You turn on the car and drive off in the opposite direction, towards your apartment.
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The waiting for him to arrive is gruesome. Every hour or so the thought enters your head.
He’s gone. It’s too late. He won’t be back
Hearing the sound from the bedroom is like music to your ears. You help him stumble in, but you can tell he’s more damaged than you’ve ever treated him for before.
“Jesus, Matt this is really bad”
“I’ve been in worse shape…”
You sew a bit of the cut on his leg.
“I mean this is cut to the bone, Matt! You are so lucky I have been researching how to do this better because otherwise you would be totally screwed.”
You hear him chuckle at the word screwed. You roll your eyes at him.
“As i was saying in the car before all the shooty shooty happened, we should have some ground rules.”
Matt is quiet for a moment before responding “I have a better idea. No rules at all.”
You think that proposition over while finishing the stitch in his leg. “Maybe just one rule.”
Matt shows he’s listening.
“No falling in love.”
Once again Matt is quiet for a moment, and replies with.
“Sounds good to be.”
You both sit in a tad bit of silence before he continues.
“Can I kiss you now?”
You laugh before grabbing his face into a kiss that just like every time before, leads to more
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August 1st, 12:29 am
You hear the noise come from the window like you have almost every night since June.
You grab your first aid kit and walk over to your bedroom.
“Hey Matt, sorry I wasn’t at the window immediately, I was feeding the cat-“
That is not Matt Murdock. The blonde man standing in front of you is staring straight at you. No mask, no blind focus, just a stranger in your home that has taken the place of Matt.
“Who are you….” Where was a frying pan when a girl needed one.
“I’m a friend of your little boyfriend… the man in the mask. Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” He speaks with a thick New York Accent and smells so heavily of cigarettes that you think you’re gonna throw up.
“The Devil usually comes alone. So I ask you again, who are you and why are you in my house.”
“Well ya see, you’re little boyfriend beat up my guys a few weeks ago, and we found him crawlin back here, to you. So! We need you to send a message to him for us. Tell him if he ever comes at my guys again, you’re pretty little face is gonna be pounded into the pavement. Got that.”
You’re too scared to speak, so you simply nod.
“But we can’t just leave you in perfect condition like this, then he know we don’t mean business. So come here and gimme your leg.”
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August 1st, 1:30 am
You’re able to stop the bleeding by the time you hear the window again. This time, you don’t go near it. You stay on your couch and wait for whoever it is to speak.
“Fordham?” Thank God, it’s Matt.
“Matt!” You try to run towards him but instead fall due to the pain of your cut.
“Jesus, Fordham!” He runs out of the bedroom and finds you on the floor of your living room, tears streaming.
“What happened, who did this to you..” Matt sounds mad, his voice resembling the growl of a bear.
“The boss of those men.. from last month… wanted me to tell you that if you crossed them again they would.. kill me.”
Matt is seething now. He scoops you up and brings you to your bed, grabbing bandages from the first aid kit on the way.
He says nothing as he wraps your leg. A temporary solution to be solved after he defeats the people that did this. He even says nothing when he’s done, simply kissing you on the forehead before leaving through the window
“Matt, wait!” You yell but he’s already gone. It isn’t long after that you fall asleep
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August 1st, 8:05 am
You wake up slowly, noticing Matt sitting in a chair in the corner. He’s bloody and bruised again, though you suspect most of the blood isn’t his.
You sit up to help his wounds but he gestures to not move. “I’m fine, it’s you that we need to worry about.”
“What do you mean?” You look down at your leg again. It looks way worse than it did yesterday. Actually, earlier today.
“It’s not just a cut, he also dislocated your knee. I can set it but I didn’t want to without you being awake. It also probably won’t be completely healed for another month or so.”
You pause for a moment. “Do it.”
You feel a pain when he snaps your knee back into place, but it feel better after it’s over.
“Thank you, Matt.”
“Listen, Fordham, we need to talk.” His voice sounds serious and sad. You look up and notice despite still being with you, his mask is still on, meaning he does not want you to see his eyes for this chat.
“What is it?” You shift to sit up straight on your back.
“We can’t do this anymore. This proves that what we’re doing is unsafe and I can’t risk your life.”
You feel your heart split in two. You know he can hear your heart rate so you wonder if he can hear it too. You can’t lose him, not now, not ever.
“No…no I can learn self defense! I can get a gun! You can teach me how to fight! We don’t have to stop!” You plead as you desperately wish you could see Matt’s eyes.
“People like them are gonna keep coming Fordham, can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!?”
The raising of his voice makes you freeze.
“I’m sorry… I would just rather not have you like that than not have you at all.” You know your crying you just don’t care. You watch him approach the window to leave.
“See you at work, Fordham.”
He exits the window for what you think is the last time. You start to cry harder and harder and harder.
Fuck, you think, i broke my own rule.
I fell in love.
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August 25th, 9:30 pm
You‘re in your apartment, waiting for the noise, and knowing it’ll never come. In the past few weeks your mental state has been in the gutter, and pain in your knee is not helping. Only one more week and it’ll be fully healed, so you can do basic tasks with it like walk from room to room.
You know what you need. You need to go down to Josies and just get completely wasted.
And that’s what you plan to do.
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A few hours later and yeah, completely wasted. You wonder if anyone’s concerned but you’re too out of it to even care.
“AND THEN… Matt SAVED ME but then he left me and i was really really really really really really REAAALLLY SAD.” You slur your tale of woe to Josie you think is invested in every word you’re saying
“Ok hun, I gotta make a call.”
“Oki Doki Josie! HAHA that rhymed!” You nearly fall out of your seat.
You see Josie turn around and dial a number you almost recognize in your drunken state. You then get too distracted by your own hand to pay attention.
About 30 minutes of going on and on drunkenly to Josie, you see a man in a black shirt, black pants, and red glasses. Oh fuck
“Oh good ya here, Matt, she’s been goin off about you bein a supahero all night long. Ya need to take her home.” Josie advises Matt.
“Will do, Josie.” He helps you out of the chair. “Here ya go, come with me.”
You protest fervently “Noooooo! I wanna stay!” You start to run away but you feel him scoop you up and walk with you.
You then get placed into the back of a cab, with Matt shuffling in next to you.
That’s when you start to cry like a baby. “Noooo I don’t wanna go home! Josie and I were having fun!”
“You and Josie weren’t having as much fun as you though, Fordham, seeing as she called me to get you out of there.”
“Well why do you care, aren’t you supposed to be on…petrols right now?”
“Its PA-trols, Fordham, and I’m taking a day off”
“Nuh uh uh! Youuuuu said you don’t take days off! Someone could get hurt you said.”
“Yeah and you would’ve gotten hurt if I hadn’t taken a day off.”
“I’m literally fiiiiiiine!” That isn’t true but at least you can still lie in this state.
The car ride is filled with tears and whining until you fall asleep on Matt’s shoulder. You woke up for a split second to catch a glimpse of him kissing your forehead and jumping out your bedroom window to go fight crime.
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August 28th, 10:40 pm
The few days after the drunken incident are completely Matt free. At least, Matt isn’t in the room, but he’s still in your mind.
You’re cooking yourself pasta one night when you hear to noise. You haven’t heard it since the night you hurt your knee.
You turn off the burner and grab the frying pan, just in case. Once you make your way into the bedroom however, you notice that nobody is in the room and on the windowsill is just a little note.
Fordham, meet me at the garden outside of your building.
MM
This could be a trap, but you doubt any bad guys know The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s initials or that he calls you the name of your school, so you decide to take the chance.
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Sneaking in through the garden gate, you see Matt sitting on a bench surrounded by two pillars covered in Mandevilla.
“How did you know about this place, I’ve never been here before.” You ask Matt.
“I would smell the Mandevilla on my way to your apartment. Reminds me of you.” He smiles in your general direction. He knows your kryptonite too well.
“What do you want, Matt? I’m not gonna stand here discussing flowers with you. Do you have a point or no?” You cross your arms and impatiently tap your foot.
“You know you haven’t shown up to work in 3 days. I can legally fire you ya know.” He smirks at you. Fuck.
“Well after the disaster-fest that was the bar incident I thought it would be best if I made some distance.” You uncross your arms and stuff your hands in your pockets. It is now coming to your attention you came here wearing sweatpants.
“I miss you Fordham.”
You’re taken aback. “What?”
“I miss being with you! And I don’t want to risk your life but it’s killing me to not be with you so I was hoping, with your consent, we could go back to just one rule and see what happens.” He almost looks desperate
“No.” You respond quick. He doesn’t seem shocked.
“I understand. That night you hurt your knee was horrible, i get that you don’t want to get hurt again-“
“No.” You say again, more firmly. “You don’t understand, I hate the rule. I hate the way things were. I went with it because I thought it was the only way we can exist but now I figured it out. I’m tired of keeping secrets to be with you. And you got one thing right, that night was horrible because that was the night you left, and the night I realized that Goddammit Matt Murdock I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”
You scream the last part with all the weight in your chest. It’s quiet for a moment before you continue.
“Ain’t that just the worst thing you’ve ever heard.”
You see Matt look up at your general area. He’s grinning like the devil that he is. He stands up and walks towards you, and you know what’s about to happen, and you want it so bad.
Just like the first kiss that hot night in July, this kiss is soft and sweet at first but delves into a passionate act of love. And just like the first kiss, it leads to more. Right there on the garden bench, sealing your fates.
It’s beautiful and explosive and loving and you know that tomorrow you’ll have to actually lay down the ground rules of this relationship, but for now the two of you just lay there, enjoying each other’s company on the garden bench.
“So.. i take it you love me too?” You ask, out of breath.
Matt laughs “Fordham, I love you so much I can’t even describe it.”
You snuggle in closer “Perfect.”
#daredevil#daredevil x female reader#daredevil fanfiction#matt murdock x reader#fanfiction#send me requests#inspired by a song#cruel summer#inspired by a taylor swift song
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Been thinking bout jrwi all day it’s finally time to watch ep 104. liveblog under the cut!!
So I actually watched the intro (well Bizly’s song of the intro) at 5 am and it’s been stuck in my head ever since! Good song, really wish it was on other platforms to listen to :(
(I can’t believe I’ve “caught up” so fast) ((I’ve been binge watching episodes instead of sleeping so oops!))
Ooo Grizz got white/silver hair :o it looks so nice!!
Haha! Corruption! That sounds so good haha!! Land is going to be worse I feel but ok guys
FUCK THE FUCKING COMPASS. Chip please get rid of it please mannnnn
CORRUPTION SCORE?!? Fuck. Haha that’s a great mechanic! Terrified to see how it works out. Haha how the fuck do you get rid of your corruption points. Grizzly what the fuck /pos this is terrifying and for good reason
(I love getting ads for one piece during this campaign (I haven’t watched one piece))
God they’re all gonna die man I’m so worried godddddd
Ayo Chip calm down man jeez- QUEEN LMAOOOOO
Jay don’t fucking DRINK THE BLACK SEA.
Broken heart island :o OOOO THE TREE :o save the treeeeeee. This is the tree May Ferin draws her power from no?? Save it guys you got this- Oh shit this island is HUGE huge. Ok then
Oh I feel like burning (the tree branches in the way) will go so poorly oh god oh no. Oh… never mind then??
Alphonse ship :) hope they make him a new body that’s not a ship so he can do the things he wants too-
Yeah I think it’s an illusion maybe?? Oh it’s. Not wtf is it the hell. “We should pull up?- we should pull up” yea gillion pull up
LMAO CONTESTED DEX ROLLS AND GILLION WON??? Rip chip
Aw village :( god it would suck if they go by Gryffon (Gryffin? Gryffen??)’s home town :(
“Chip! while the tree is distracted!!” Gillion never change <3
God damn it. “Our specialty: subtle” please. You’re not being subtle and you knew that but god y’all gonna die.
Fyck here they come- “hostile mobs inbound” they’re not gonna be friendly. There’s no way there’s anyone in sane mind around here man. LMAO THEY THREW A ROCK AT HIM AHDJDHSK
Minor illusion to make sounds behind them as they go by that would be kinda smart methinks maybe but! They’re also. Out of magic almost so maybe not hm-
Yeah it’s not safer on land at fucking all man Jesus- Gillion don’t fucking go on land alone I swear to god
They need to rest so fucking badly man shitttt this is so fuckeddddd this is not gonna go welllll aaaaaaaaaa
Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare /ref
Man I wonder what this place looked like before the Black Sea :( it must’ve been so pretty
Ichor webs! Haha!! Not dangerous or foreboding at all
(In the tone of “the claw from Toy Story”) The Treeeee…
Aw Gryffon :( mannnn i love weeping willows I love pink cherry trees this is such a good tree I agree gillion go save it
The thumbnail is sick btw I don’t think I mentioned that, amazing colors.. I wanna eat the art /pos
God please do Not Split Up for the love of god… STOP FIGHTING YOURE GONNA ATTRACT THE BADDIES OH MH GODDD..:. Aaaaaaaaa DONT SPLIT UPPPP FUCKKK EVERYONE GO TOGETHERRRR the old men on the ship are gonna die :(
“Leave no tres” that’s amazinf holy shit “leave no cinco” is also good
“Do you guys think the tree has chicken??” ????? Chip??????
YEA JAYS THINKING ABOUT THE NOISE THING YEAAAAA the noise attracts them?? I hope. I fuckin hope. Zombie game in the pirate campaign
Hahaaa uh ohhhh… uhh ohhhhh (the uh ohs from tattletail when they get low battery) uhhh. Oooohhhhh…
CONSTRUCT??? A GOOD LIVING THING?? SOMETHING GOOD. OMG IRON GOLEM LIKE MINECRAF.
Just realizing this episode is filmed after Genloss cause of the painting in the back of Charlie’s room. Damn- IS THAG A PRETZEL PLUSHIE IN CONDIS ROOM??
MINECRAF GOLEM YEAAAA HEHEHE… oh chip wtf man :( he didn’t ask for his home to be corrupted :( thisbis a friend I’ve decided I want to keep him
Oh. A rose :D he’s such minecraf moment he’s asking to be friends- aw :( rose died. MARBLE!!! THATS A FRIEND I LOVE THEMMMM
I’ve decided I would die for Marble <3
Oh shit. The black rose!! AAAA GUYS STOP OVER THE FUCKIN TREE. Oh. Black rose pirates. Black Sea. Uhmmmm. Uhmmmmmmmmmmm there’s a connection here I’m missing besides the tragedy of The Hole in the Sea but. Somethings wrongggg mannnn
Mhm totally different gillion totally not the same.
Chip :( aw nooooo :( the memory aaggagshhaaaaa OHHHH HE WAS THERE AS A KID IM SO NORMALLL
Midroll baybeeeee honey time lesgo (Bizly stop ripping your pants)
ISNT IT THE SAME TREE? Was I wrong. WHAT. Ohh it’s in all port isn’t it . Shit
STOPPP RUNNING THROUGH THE PLACE PLEASE
marble :D
STOP RUNNINGGG… bean shape… creechur
KENKU SAVE THEMMMM OHHHG THATS A FRIEND. I too got the impression they were ignoring the party but if it does notice them. I’ll cry
Kenku friend :( save themmmm YEAAA SAVE BIRD
NOOOO WTF A TURTLE FRIEND NEEDS TO SAVE FHEM NOW TOO FUCKKK
Uh oh. Beetle guy uh oh. OH IT HAS A CUTE VOICE. Oh nos
“That’s mine.” “… Nuh uh-“ *gets flattened by hammer*
NOT A DEX SAVE FUCK- oh thank god good job gillion
Man them yawning makes me yawn wtf.
GILLIONNNNNN DONT SAY THATTTT SHHHH
Hollow knight boss lookin ass mf /pos
Kenku friend :D also grizz lookin majestic while beating the shit outta the team
Oh. My god. “You win! Im sorry” im. This is going bad
“Im on team you can just walk out, you can leave” I love jay so much
“Queen, play despacido” i hate it here- Bruno mars canon in mana??
Tortle friend and Kenku friend :D
… oh fuck. OH FUCK WHY DOES IT MOVE SO FAST
80 POINTS ?!?!!! Oh thank god. Fuck man that would’ve been insane
JAY NOO DONT CAGE THE BIRD >:( GET HER OUT THE NET
Jay is so me “I don’t wanna be dealing with this guy right now” yea me too man
Of course he gets two natural 1s in a row rip Charlie slimecicle
“EYE POWER ACTIVATE” CONDI LMAOOOOO AHSHDIDHS
THE FUCKING MIRROR HELPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHAAAA JAY NOOO
Put the big bug guy in the mirror :) catch like a Pokémon NOOOO JAYYYY . Well. Chip please get her she’s in the mirror helpp
Gillion is the Lorax moment.
GILLION NOOOOO FUCKK AWHWHDISBA FISH BOY. A FAIL ON A DEATBSAVE TOO FAURKSHAAHA this is so fine. This is soooo fine haha. This is so fineeee. Grizz realizing how bad this is,, is me right now it’s so fine thoughhhh
GILLON. Fuck that tree mannnn. CHIP GRAB THE FUCKING MIRROR. CHIP. YOU FUCKINGGNGGHDJDHSIHA HOWWWW THIS IS SO FUCKED UPOPP AAAAA IM SO SCAREDDD
GRYFFON GOOOOOOOOOO GET THEY ASS COME ONNNNNNNNN GET THEMM.
In. Frared? Infrawered?? GRIZZLY you good?
Gryffon beat they ass mannn aahdjdhdoaua
CHIP. Thank god. “YOU ALL SMELL LIKE GOOD VESSELS” ?!?!??!? HELLOOOOOO
Gillionnnnnaaaaa my boy :( my fish mannnn also GET JAY PLEASE? Didn’t chip grab the fucking mirror why hasn’t he freed her
…. Treeeeeeeeeeeeeee ….
CHIP YOURE FONNA LEAVE YOUR CREW??? . Gillion. God. Damn it gillion. Aw Kenku :( Kenku friend trying to help Gill :( that’s a friend
Gillion. Pleaseeeeeeeeee fucking hell man. He’s dead AGAINNNNNNN
AWWWW BIRD BIRD TRYINF TO PROTECT GILLION NOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD :( THATS A FRIENDDDD PROTECT HER
“Do we really wanna risk our lives over this random bird?!?” “YES!!!” YEA GILLIONNNNN GET HER >:( JAYGET HER OR ILL FUCKIFN YELL >:(
NIOOOOO BIRD BIRDDDFD LET HER GO YOU BASTARD
PLEASEEEEEEE BIRD BIRD :( I’m so sad
GILLIONNNN AAAGSJDHDSHDJSHS IM SO SCAREDDDD IM SO FUCKIFNHFDISHSKA
Let her out >:( Charlie is so distraught over bird bird me too mannnn
GILLION. Grow big and make bird bird big :D BREAK BIRD BIRD OUR THE CAGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO that’s a friend :D
Uh. Ohhggg… uh ohhhhh (tattletail uh ohs again)
Uh oh he’s not sleepy anymore. Uh oh. Im so fucking scared
Bird bird better not fuckinf die I love her so much
Corruption. Point. Uh oh.
noc? Knock? Kenku friend :D
NOOOOOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD IM GONNA CRY LET HER BE OKAY
Size coin… come on it better go well. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO
This is some power ranger like mecha battle shit power up thing idk how to explain it. (Gillion growing giant and fighting this bitch)
(It’s almost 1 am I’ve been awake too long but I need to finish this episode)
Murder bug guy :D riptide pirates the crew that gets into everyone else’s shit
Uh oh. Gillion goes down again I’m gonna. Lose my mind. Oh my god they’re gonna attract so much trouble with the noise when they fall fucking hell
I totally missed jay leaving the mirror btw she’s 60 ft away but like where??? How???
YEAAA JAY AND GRYFFON SHOOT TO KILL. MURDERRRRR
INFAWRARD LAZER BEAM CANON!!!!!!
You. Tortle. MURDERRR HDJXHSJS HAHAHA GOOD JOB CHIP. NOOOO I KNEW ITTTT THEY WERE ATTRACTING ATTENTION FUCK
“Im gonna start drinking” me fucking too gillion damn.
Good episode, fishman is still down im worried, he went down three times Jesus fuck, also! I knew they were gonna attract attention from zombie ichor guys… debating on watching ep 105 as well before sleeping but we’ll see :)
#jrwi#jrwi riptide#jrwi liveblog#yippee#jrwi jay ferin#jrwi gillion#jrwi jay#jrwi chip#jrwi show#jrwilb
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I saw that you write haikyuu! Do you mind doing headcanons on how your top favorite characters treat their s/o's? Its nice to see you're back!
Omg hiii you’re my first Haikyuu request! I have soooo many favorites so I’ll narrow it down to 5😅 I hope this is good enough!
Ukai is literally so freaking pretty don’t come at me
As a boyfriend, he’s definitely going to be the protective type.
You two most definitely met at his convenience store
You always go to the volleyball practices just to watch and wait until they are over
Which means the team also knows about you!
They all love you so much!
“I don’t understand how coach pulled her-“ “SHUT UP TANAKA”
You’re the teams mom🥺
He loves to take you on sweet little dates
A walk in the park, a walk around town, he enjoys just seeing your smile
He is a fucking gremlin and I’m here for it😭
Tanaka is a huge goof ball, that’s what made you so attracted to him
His pick up lines were hilarious when he would try to ask you out.
You would wonder where this boy had the confidence
“Marry me Y/N! I will be the best husband ever!” “…..Tanaka we’ve been friends for 4 days”
You’re constantly taking his beanie from him to wear
He doesn’t mind, he loves how cute you look in it!
You and his other little gremlin having ass friend are besties too.
He appreciates that you two get along and don’t argue
Except for the first time y’all met-
Nishinoya tried to assert dominance
Gremlin boy #2 will forever and always have my heart!
If you’re taller than my munchkin then you are the big spoon in bed
He loves that he gets to cuddle into your tall side
Do the others make fun of him for it? Most definitely but you just knock them upside their heads
He brings you to the games and practices. He loves how much you get into it
He tries encouraging you to play
The team find you to be perfect for him. You have to same humor as him and Tanaka
Which of course can also be hell
The boy with spikey black hair
Always will be my type no matter what✋🏻
You two met in a GameStop while Kenma was looking for more games
He took one glance at you and was starstruck. You were the prettiest girl he has ever seen!
He got a little flustered when he asked for your number
From then on you two were inseparable
Wherever he is, you’re by his side too! You two are never apart
Kenma and you also nerd out over games
He thinks it’s adorable how his girlfriend and best friend are also best friends
Asahi is such a sweetheart🥺
He is constantly worrying over you and doesn’t stop
Have you ate today? Have you showered recently? Have you brushed your hair?
He is so scared that something would happen to you!
He always makes sure that you have the best and he tries to be the best for you.
“Y/N how are you feeling today?”
Constant check ups
Showers with this Jesus man are the best!
He wraps his thick arms around your waist while you melt into his back.
Showers are intimate with him
He loves you and he will always make sure you know that!
#haikyuu ukai#ukai smut#ukai x reader#ukai x you#ukai keishin#ukai x y/n#haikyuu tanaka#tanaka smut#tanaka x reader#tanaka x you#tanaka#Tanaka x y/n#nishinoya x y/n#nishinoya yū#nishinoya x you#haikyuu nishinoya#nishinoya hcs#nishinoya imagine#nishinoya fluff#kuroo x y/n#kuroo drabble#kuroo fluff#hq kuroo#kuroo tetsurō#kuroo imagine#kuroo x reader#asahi x reader#azumane asahi#asahi fluff#asahi smut
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Dungeon Menshi (live-blogging from ep 2 to like 7 I think
Ep2
Marcille is such a mood I love her. I too am a picky whiny bitch
THE MY LITTLE PONY CHICKEN— BASILISK. Ah yes i remember its bam enow
Genshin rly said fuck that guy I wanna cook. He’s gonna have to wait for me to cook. Everyone but Marcille is insane <3
NOOOOO MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT THE DOGS— oh thank god she never tried it
If I was Falin I would kill these motherfuckers the instant I got out fr y’all wasting too much time man
Fofa conversa
Ok if I were this Chil kid I would fucking kill Senshi as soon as we could
“Your job is to cook, mine is to detect and ruin traps, Marcille’s is magic” …and the protag guy can get fucked I guess
Ep3
“I was killed by a moving armor once so I used to be terrified of them. Wonder what they taste like, none of the books ever described it. How would you cook them?”— Insane person speaking
Is there like a really tiny person controlling that one specific armor that moves wonky. Like two kids in a trench coat kinda deal
“These armors seem alive and are protecting something *skips the implications* which means they’re edible”
“If he dies let’s leave him here” “yeah” based
Laios (I know his name now) Laios please take out the fucking creature from the sword before taking it with you. Laios please
Laios NEEDS to get someone on the team killed one day. *remembers his sister* that one didn’t count
Ep 7 (I forgot to liveblog the others)
Damn Senshi got that nasty ass beard. Marcille teach him hygiene— FUCK SHE LOST HER SOAP IN THE DRAGON FIGHT NOOOO
MARCILLE JESUS???? WLAKING WATER
In a modern au Senshi is that guy from a countryside town who’s an urban legend because he lives in the woods and refuses to interact with any kind of technology. He doesn’t stop others from living their way but he decided to be a medieval citizen, good for him ig
Marcille finally is awestruck by Senshi and all it took was a fantasy horse… she’s a horse girl isn’t she
Senshi is a better person than me because if someone said it’d be more practical to use my pet’s organs as 🛟 I would kill them. I understand Laios but damn bro
“Why is everyone soft hearted for mamíferos and doesn’t let me plant carnivorous plants?” — Laios. Aiai eu esqueci que ele é assim. Freak /pos
NOOOOOO ANNE NOOOOO. It was inevitable I guess, it is a wild animal after all, but FUCK MAN.
Senshi :((( I feel so bad man but class will start shortly rn so I can’t even be sad :((( having a pet makes me sensitive to this stuff. :((( I’m so sad man
Naur he’s gonna eat Anne to make sure nobody else gets to do it. What if we all died
THESE MFS KEEP GETTING WIPED MAN NO MAMES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM STAY OUT OF THIS DUNGEON
Chilchuck??? Chilchuck thanks to hxh I have trauma over dull eyes I know you’re hypnotized probably but don’t do this to me
Thank you Laios for being weird as shit not even the mermaids want you
Lmao Chilchuck trying to talk his way out of not acting to eat a semi-human creature
I have a feeling that Laios will eventually make everyone in this group cannibalistd
MARCILLE FOFA DEMAIS
“Is that a squid? Or an octopus?” It’s an Ikalgo
Senshi is smarter than me I would of literally never thought of that. Marcille’s Jesus spell the true MVP, just like Jesus himself was god bless
Ok essas são as consequências das suas próprias ações Laios, pra que que tu foi comer VERME cru???
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Like. Why are they getting mad when the way that the stupid recent bibles are translated it just reeks of one sided love from Jesus to Judas and then you turn around to the New Testament and suddenly there’s sprinkled homophobia in there between the actual contents of the Bible it’s like that one Greek guys boat when is it no longer the original writing and when does it start being it’s one thing... Like they looooove to preach acceptance until someone brings up that Jesus and Judas had a weird thing going on. Like is something going on in the Christianity fandom I’m not aware of or smth I stopped showing up over there (Became Agnostic) but even I know that Jesus was like weirdly kind towards Judas despite his backstabs. Like…
Idk something something the way people who are faithful repress their innermost desires to fit their perception of the holy scriptures they claim are from back then kind of doesn’t align with the “love thyself, love thy neighbor” scriptures guys I’m gonna be real anyway fuck all you sending hate anons to Piip come meet me in the back of the church so I can show you what the real bible looks like (Loving and accepting yourself and everyone around you instead of being a hateful and spiteful person like Judas was. Also, my fist!)
I leave you with Catholic playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis’s work, (who seems to have a better grasp of the original book y’all didn’t read [the New Testament is just Jesus fan fiction suck an egg] and also has way more award nominations in his writing than you’ll all ever get to sniff at) an excerpt from the last days of Judas Iscariot because I know that’s gonna get you fuckers mad.
Come to me to seek out a battle, Bible fanatics… Leave ‘em alone and come fight me cause I am literally ready to argue, bro is literally just existing and posting silly posts online. What’s the problem.
For claiming to be tolerant y’all are very much a hateful bunch.
Anyway love yourself and thy neighbor like y’all preach to do otherwise you guys have some inner searching to do. Lmao. Doing this off anon to get some of the heat off you bud, stay safe out here
I assign you as my right hand man and my strongest soldier, god bless ♥
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((disarmxwithxfist))
“Shit .. shit shit!” He ran through the woods stumbling into the street surrounded by jocks and angry and scared townsfolk, he was scared but trying not to show it, “the fuck do y’all want ?! “ he spat his heart pounding a mile a minute ever since Jason started this witch hunt James hadn’t been able to rest for a while .
He looked up hopefully when he saw a cop comes towards the group thinking he was going to have some help.. that changed when the man pulled out his night stick. “I don’t know where he is!” He yelled at them as they closed in, he gritted his teeth and prepared for the first hit.
(( have some pain ;3 ))
James had radioed Eddie that he was headed his way, but that was over an hour ago. He shouldn't have taken that long to get to Rick's place even if he did stop along the way to pick up anything.
Worry was setting in for his little brother, and that was what spurred him to leave the safety of his hiding place. Tracing the way back toward the trailer park, knowing that James would have been staying at Peter's with all the cops around their place, that was where he found him. Beaten all to hell.
"Jesus!" He exclaimed before heading to his brother's side.
"James! Jay, come on...." He breathed, patting his face.
"Fuck man, come on wake up!"
@disarmxwithxfist
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Master Eddie Munson Fanfiction Part 5
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Melissa (Made-up female character)
Word Count: 0.8K
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Drug mention, Sex Mention, Poverty Mention
Story's premise: Mel comes to Eddie’s trailer to make a deal, but then everything spins out of control.
Mel’s pov
“I’m not beautiful” I protested, cringe consuming me.
“You’re lying to yourself,” Kemper interrupted.
“She doesn’t like that. She thinks that beauty is boring” Eddie clarified, tuning his guitar.
“Kinda” I confirmed, biting off my nail. “This is a concept for old conservatives, gross”
“Are you guys together or something?” Gareth said, setting six pack of beer on the table in the corner of the garage.”You seem to know everything she thinks”
“I’m starting to think that you’re a package deal” Kemper added, juggling his drumsticks out of boredom.
The practice didn’t even begin when we got there. They seemed to be drinking and talking about disgusting boyish things. Eddie was right saying it’s a waste of time for us to go.
“No” We both said at the same time “We’re just having fun” I said, swallowing hard.
“So you be fucking?” Gareth laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yeah” Eddie nooded.
Even worse… Worse for me, to be exact. I wanted to choke Eddie on the spot.
“No!” I jumped up from my place at the same time as he said that.
“Mel, dude. You’re a LIAR! Pants on fire!” Kemper shook my shoulder.
“Fuck y’all!” I felt my face go tomatto red in a span of seconds. I looked at Eds, sending him a death stare.
Starting to succumb to the shame I felt, I crossed the room going out the garage door outside. I needed to smoke it away. I heard the boys’ muffled voices as they probably talked about me and Eddie, him probably not saving them details of our sex life. I did not want them to know, because I knew they’d treat me like they usually treat girls - like meat, or like a trophee to collect. It reduced me to a mere object and I hated it. Everything happened just like I predicted it.
And Eddie didn’t stand in my defense. He was the one to tell all about it. He’s a man, he has no idea how it’s like to be exposed to hatred like that. He has his own share of experience, but not in this department. He was picked on because he in some way chose to be who he was. I couldn’t do anything to change that fundamental part of me, it’s stuck with me forever. I am and I always will be a girl, a woman, a bitch, a whore.
“We fucked ONCE!” I shouted, coming back like a hurricane.
I was furious as I took beer from Gareth’s hand and threw the contents at Eddie, who sat still completely shocked at my actions.
Liquid spilled down his hair and face, yet his eyes remained focused on me. I crossed my arms over my chest smiling like a psycho.
“Something else, Sweet thing?” he spat through gritted teeth.
“Actually, Kemper?” I turned to the blonde, standing next to me still confused.
“Yeah?”
“Have some feathers?”
“What?” He seemed shocked at my request.
“I want to throw it over this lying snake” I clarified, looking at Munson with so much hatred it could fuel a gas station.
“Mel, listen…” Eddie begun, getting up, setting his guitar aside “We can talk it through on the way home”
“I’m not coming with you” I said sternly, as he stopped right before me, trying to make me look him in the eye. I wasn’t having it. If I’d do that I’d probably cave in.
“Please, don’t destroy this moment” He pleaded, trying to take my hand and kiss it.
“You’re a hypocrite!” I snapped, slapping him in the face. “I’m going home, and you’re not welcome to talk to me ever again!” I bent to take his car keys from the back pocket of his pants.
Not thinking much about it, I stormed off, getting in his car. He ran to the side door, trying to open it. When he couldn’t, he got to the driver's side window and started knocking with his fists, screaming bloody murder.
“Mel, Baby, I’m sorry! Jesus H. Christ! Stop this damn car!” He started panicking.
I shook my head, starting the engine, adding the gas before he could break the window in.
“I can’t hear you!” I laughed like a psycho through the sudden blast of rock music from the radio, smashing my middle finger against the glass for him to see “Don’t give a shit!”
The van jerked forward like a rocket, and before I could notice, he disappeared from view. I quickly turned around to make sure if he didn’t jump before the mask, because as much as I hated him at that moment, I didn’t want to be the one to actually kill The Freak.
When I noticed him standing where I left him, I proceeded to drive in the direction of Hillside Avenue.
“Kill all men, they are useless” I muttered to myself in pure disgust, running a red light.
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omg ok i tried to watch all hallows eve once bc it was the first movie to have art the clown in it and i just. could not finish it bc something about it felt very very misogynistic and uncomfortable to me 😭😭
AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO DO THAT. I HOPE YOU STOPPED BEFORE THE END OF THE FIRST SHORT FILM AND IF YOU DIDN’T THEN I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU STOPPED BEFORE THE END OF THE FINAL SHORT FILM BECAUSE OH MY GD IF Y’ALL THOUGHT THE BIFURCATION OF A WOMAN STARTING WITH HER VAGINA WHILE SHE DANGLED COMPLETELY NAKED AND TIED UP IN THE FIRST TERRIFIER WAS BAD. DUDE.
Okay I’m gonna take a sec to gather my thought but holy fuck. This movie is so bad and it tried to make up for it in shock factor but it didn’t work AT all. You’re right about the misogyny. Jesus christ. Gimme a sec to put it all down
Okay so like I said this movie fucking SCREAMS “baby’s first feature length movie” because it rlly is just that amateur. Leone wrote, directed, and edited this movie, and it shows. The whole thing is incredibly formulaic, it feels like every slasher ever, beat by beat. I could predict literally every scare, even when moments were the “nothing happens and that’s the jumpscare” jumpscare lol. Nothing in this surprised me except the ending of the third short film and that’s just because I didn’t expect them to go as far as they did but everything else was so painfully un-special. Sound effects were overused SO much, there was a lot of blending of shots that very noticeably did not directly lead from one to the other even though that was the intention (things like characters having noticeably different body language and expressions between cuts) the framing was often off, like the shot was cropped when editing and not meant to be framed that way, nothing interesting was ever done with the camera, the score was way overplayed, and the fact that Leone just straight up put his short films, mostly unedited, right into his feature length movie just felt fucking lazy.
The writing was also atrocious. Character dialogue that was awful and not even delivered in a fun or clever way (but I mean what else to expect from Damien Leone) and actions that were just done to create creepy moments or service the plot, all feeling disingenuous. The setup for an anthology was flimsy and ridiculous. The “plot” was a jumbled mess. And so on and so forth. I didn’t like it.
Also watching this movie after watching the Terrifier movies just makes me realize how much Leone was just taking literally every Art the Clown moment from his previous work and making it feature length with the Terrifier series. Moments like Art getting kicked out of [place] for shitting on the wall and leaving in a huff only to come back and cut the guy’s head off, or sitting across from a woman in a public place and creeping her out/harassing her, stalking women in creepy corridors, tearing a woman’s face off, appearing in a man’s dreams so he’ll paint him, attacking and attempting to kill children, being immortal despite something that should’ve killed him, and VICIOUS torture against kidnapped women, it’s all just taken blatantly from this movie.
And when it comes to the misogyny, yes. Definitely. Absolutely. The first short film that the kids watch has women being harassed, kidnapped killed, tortured, and has a pregnant woman’s baby cut out of her belly and a cup placed below her…y’know, so her blood can drip into it, and then the woman who watched that happen is then raped by the devil. And somehow that first film isn’t even the worst offender, but don’t worry we’ll get to that.
Anyway, the rest all follow the slasher formula of “a woman is being chased by a man so we just see a woman in pain/peril for the majority of the runtime” and that formula itself is misogynistic (sorry I’ve been finishing up Men Women and Chain Saws lol) and it just feels very gratuitous and exploitative. I get that this subgenre of horror movies that Leone is imitating all follow that formula, but jfc don’t try to follow it THAT closely.
Also Leone is clearly a horror fan, but that means any average horror fan is sick of this nonsense. The kid’s mother is named Barbara. They’re watching Night of the Living Dead on the tv. Another character mentions how dangerous it is to babysit kids on Halloween. The little girl blatantly says that the clown being a human under the costume makes him scarier than a monster. We fucking get it, Leone, you are preaching to the choir.
Okay and the by far worst misogyny, I am not going to include an image, because I genuinely gasped out loud seeing this, so I’ll simply describe it. So the main girl who’s been getting harassed all night by Art is finally kidnapped and wakes up on some table surrounded by bloody medical equipment. Immediately I notice that she’s shirtless despite the camera not showing below her collar bone, and I start to get nervous. Finally, after a lot of teasing us, the camera shows what happened to her body. Art has cut off all four of her limbs and sewed the stumps back up, he has cut off her boobs (including the nipples) and stitched them back up, and carved the words “pig” “bitch” “slut” and “cunt” into her skin, and they’re still bleeding. Also the girl (who doesn’t have a name, the credits call her “costume designer” bc her character mentions that that’s her job) is completely naked, and yes. Her vagina is fully out. That must’ve been really important for Leone to include. For normal reasons, I’m sure. I’m sure it was just because that’s scary and no other reason
And I cannot emphasize enough, the movie is fucking BAD. Don’t watch it. It isn’t worth it even to see the origins of Art the Clown, who, speaking of, looks fucking dumb in this movie. I’ll just leave you with that
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