#im sorry i love this moment in the fic so much

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

Blurb Countdown To Daredevil: Born Again

2 Days: Dress - Taylor Swift "say my name and everything just stops/i don't want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."' NSFW You pick out a dress just for Matt. note: okay i was worried about this but i actually really like the way it came out, and its an epilogue ish of this other fic i wrote, also called dress, BUT you dont have to read it to enjoy this one! ya hooked up at foggys wedding thats all the background ya need okay sorry im gonna stop yapping now countdown masterlist

It’s been over a year since you slept with your boss at Foggy’s wedding.

You’ve learned a lot since then.

You’ve learned how difficult it is to be with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, how many sleepless nights it comes with, how many arguments it comes with, how much anxiety it comes with.

You’ve learned how good Matt is at eating you out.

You’ve learned how easy it is to love him.

You've learned how easy it is to be loved by him.

And on the first spring day in New York, you put on the dress that you accredit your relationship to, and the two of you go out for a romantic dinner, enjoying champagne and relaxing together.

But when you get to his apartment afterwards, Matt’s lips do not leave your skin, and his hands roam your—Well, I could lie and tell you his hands roam your skin, but Matthew is obsessed with this dress.

He had been ever since it destroyed the last bit of his willpower.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this dress,” He mumbles against your skin. You let out a giggle as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“What?”

“I changed my mind,” His mouth finally pulls away from your skin, so his forehead can rest against yours, “I’m going to make love to you while you wear this dress. I’m going to fill you with my cock, ruin that pretty makeup and make you cry with this dress on,”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

He chuckles.

“Devil got your tongue, sweetheart?”

Then, before you can respond, Matt picks you up by the back of your thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck. He gets to your bed and sits you down on it, and his lips are immediately back on your skin, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

He inhales deeply, his tongue slipping past your mouth. He has this moment of Déjà vu, of this exact situation in this exact dress. And he remembers what happened that night, so he pushes his tongue further into your mouth, exploring every crevice he can—Like he’s mapping it out, memorizing it.

His hands wander up your thighs as his kisses grow sloppy, his hands dipping under the silk fabric. He’s pulling your panties down, and he stretches them right over your heels.

Here’s something else you’ve learned in the past year or so: When Matthew decides what he wants, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.

“Are you going to be good for me and let me fuck you?”

Now here’s something Matt learned in the past year or so: You love to have the last word. You love being the one who wins an argument. You love being right.

“I thought you were going to ‘make love’ to me.” He shakes his head, before dropping your legs to start to unbuckle his belt, but you quickly sit up and begin to do it for him. He smiles once he realizes what you’re doing. You tug his belt away and throw it somewhere across the room.

But before you can unbutton his pants, Matt tilts your head up, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes stare up at the face you fell in love with much longer than just over a year.

“Can I ask you something?”

His voice is raw. Tender. You sense this is a moment separate from the one you were just in.

“Anything.”

And he knows you mean it.

“You can’t say yes just because we were about to fuck,” He says softly.

You smirk.

Your need to be right has followed you into this next moment.

He smiles and rips off his glasses, not feeling the need to hide from you, across the room somewhere.

“Right. But promise?”

“Promise.”

“Would you marry me?” He wonders.

You blink.

“What?”

“Would you? If I asked?”

“You want to marry me?”

“Do I want to marry you?” He then falls to his knees, his hands curled around yours. You tilt his head up to look at you. “I don’t just want to marry you,” He starts, “I want to make you breakfast every morning, I want to fuck you in a house we own, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I promise I’ll say yes.” You grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Matt brings your hand to his chest. You giggle gently.

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“That’s how badly I want to spend my life with you.” You grin, pulling him in for another kiss. You only deepen it, sinking deeper and deeper into him as his hands finds your thighs, sneaking their way up, when he pulls away, “So you’ll say yes?”

“Yes!” You laugh, “Swear to god, hope to die!” You beg.

“Good.” And he kisses you again, just to make sure.

[ilyfynn]

fynn hi ! i have been reading another summer taking cover and i come from the hbg side so im like... generally aware of everyone but not super familiar with the non-hbg runners... so do you by chance have like, a summary of the beefstrid vibe or some clips for reference for new people or something? i'm curious !!

HELLO!!!!! im so glad to hear youve been reading my febuwhump, im so sorry some of the pieces were lower effort but im delighted to hear youre interested in beefstrid peepoGiggles !!! ok. how to begin.

the thing is ranked works a bit differently from hbg. we don't really have physical clip interactions here. we have chat messages (MANY) and little jokes and snippets of moments but i'll be real with you half of the charm is in our imagination. i can offer you several chat screenshots that fuel my soul and perhaps my interpretation of their dynamic (everything i write is fiction especially for ranked so take it with a pinch of salt) but overall, its all in our heads 😭

behold. a collection of beefstrid related chat messages. bonus points if you can guess why i literally gged myself at the two bottom left.

really, that's all i can offer in terms of their actual interactions. beefsalads like, perpetually in vstrid chat as well unless they're live. and even if they are they say hi in chat while live ome. if the two of them ever hopped in call or something you'd be able to tell because i would have blown up on the spot.

so basically it's all up to your personal interpretation! that's the beautiful thing about ranked, i think. everyone has their own perception of each runner, how they'd interact, so on and so forth - all guided by the small glimpses we've seen and developed in our slightly insane minds. ill drop my own personal possible interpretation (it differs from fic to fic) below under the cut, if you're interested!

good luck beefstriding! i hope my febuwhump was enjoyable and that this post is helpful in satisfying your curiosity. they are so special, i love them so much <3

so vstrid. this guy. hates his stats, hates ranked, hates everything. self-destructive, destructive of others. he doesn't want to be here (at ranked) but he is. beefsalad is. beefsalad is sort of the opposite but not quite. they're alike in the sense they both throw themselves again and again at ranked, at running, at trying to earn their eloes - but they're different in the sense that beefsalad doesn't hate everything is a lot more chill. and theyre drawn to each other inexplicably and their chat messages are literally reflective of 5k hurt/comfort fics im crying, beefsalads always there, he's always there, and vstrid can hate him and push him away and do whatever but he cares about beefsalad and beefsalad cares about him and that's it. that's it. ok this makes no sense im just rambling about them at this point let's keep this in the google doc. :sorry:

I AM DERANGED OVER THEM

tldr

[omori-headspace]

tony becker: oh man this promotional art of freddy and bonnie looks very intimate maybe i should go ask bonnie about that

ellis: WOOOO YEAH BABY MIDNIGHT MOTORIST HELL YEAH BROTHER WOOOOOO HELLLLL YEAHHHHH GONNA GET THE HIGH SCORE ON THIS BABY LETS GOOOO

[howlonomy]

Monster Clover, like this is so awesomecool.

They're such a little beast and it is amazing and please i need more, like written text even i just need the juicy lore and emotional moments that are circling in ur brain.

HAT: RETRIEVED!!

[cheaploafs]

no fights are ever won without sacrifice

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

Reminder all items are shipped from Poland - for details on shipping times check out FAQ or send me a private message!

 mmezzy.bigcartel.com

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[catlokis-blog]

i think my favourite part about gman is that hes just a little bit snarky. he'll adjust his tie & smile at you in a mocking manner when youre fighting for your life through the games. he'll quip about how he thinks his employers are stupid and goes against their wishes. his reason for orchestrating eli's death is petty & he only goes back on it when he realizes he can solve the problem through alyx. in cut lines he implies the vortigaunts are stupid for not realizing alyx's potential before him. he hijacks monitors just to fuck with his "employees". he puts all of it under a professional facade and creepy attitude but hes really just a bit of an asshole

[sarah-sandwich]

New comment on a fic from 2016 for a fandom I don't write for anymore:

AHH i read this years ago and remembered it so fondly and just got the craving to reread yesterday and it is even better than i remember! suuuuuch an awesome exploration of how a relationship in this setting between these two would actually work—the way their issues clash and the way they fit perfectly together… everyone feels so beautifully in character and it’s just such a lovely story. thank you for writing this fic, it’s one of my all-time favourites (i think this is my 4th or 5th time reading, lol)

H- Hold on *collapses on the floor in a puddle of tears*

[okartichoke]

Psst.... *slides this across table to you*

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61743991

[note from future me: HEY EVERYONE GO READ THIS FIC !!! :DDD]

I LITERALLY SQUEALLED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK YESTERDAY AND THEN HAVENT BEEN ALONE WITH FREE TIME UNTIL RIGHT NOW BUT OMG AM I EXCITED ! you're getting my live reactions now YIPPEE !!!

"In the laughing rivulets that filled his chest, it whispered maybe." I LOVE this sentence. This whole section is so vivid and MMMMMM

"He felt, and felt, and felt and there was barely even Phoenix anymore, just a haunted angry thing choking on feelings and moving on instinct." This quote isn't even half a page down from the last but there's genuinely already like a billion lines like this that are just spectacular; that with so few words move me so deeply

"She knelt beside the threadbare couch and took his hand, and begged him to get up. Said she’d be a better daughter... " OFIEJOIJWEFOEWA AND THAT'S NOT TO EVEN MENTION THE THE NEXT PARAGRAPH WITH TRUCY which actually made my eyes prick with tears

I really like the way you write Larry btw ! [edit from 30 minutes later me: i like how u write everyone actually x3,, fran and miles get special shoutouts too]

"—A voice in his dreams, it sounded like Mia" OFJEWOIAJFEOIFJDLFJOSJFELS

GUMSHOE IN A KNIT SCARF EEEEEKSKSSS SO CUTE

the little bit with everyone saying bye got me to chuckle xDD

OKAY CHAPTER 1 DONE!!!! CRYPTID.. CRYPTIID..... OMG... i knew this was going to be a good read but AHHH i loved it sm x333 you're dialogue is so fun. like the conversations feel real, and they go off on little tangents in really charming ways,, i really enjoyed the little moments like Maggey excitedly talking about being suspected a second time, or Phoenix holding the phone far from his ear during his call with Fran. (and that's just to name a couple examples) (ALSO FRAN CARING SO MUCH <333 I LOVE OMG) okokok onto chapter 2

wait oops i got sucked in and forgot to take live notes LOL,, anyways this comment is about the little reactions from Phoenix in regards to Miles' idiosyncracies,, specifically (in regards to MIles' grabbing his bicep) "That old habit. The Phoenix of a year ago would have ached at the sight. Current Phoenix just ached." and "Miles had gotten more expressive with his hands since his time away in Germany. Phoenix thought it suited him." I loved these inclusions so so so so much. it's like, despite everything, phoenix still cares so deeply. OH OH AND NOW PHOENIX LIGHTLY SCOLDING EDGEWORTH AGUHHH I LOVE !!! I LOVE !!

"'Yeah, you’re a pompous ruffly ass'" lmao

i guess i have a soft spot for phoenix and trucy's relationship bc woah here i am tearing up again at phoenix talking about her <333 you write him exactly how i imagine him <33

holy shit. the way you (or, Edgeworth, i guess) describes Wright's flavor of honesty? you've put his character into words so eloquently.. god i love him and i love you for writing him so good omg. and then the end of that short monologue hits like a truck aughghhhooooghhh

OH AND THEY'RE SO TENDER. HOW DARE THE CHAPTER END LIKE THAT BWAHAH FIOJOIAJDFJLSDKJFAOEIO AHH !!!

CRYPPTTIIDIDDDXDD AUUGHHHHHH !!!!! i need to stress again just how much i love your style of writing !!!!111! 1 the banter is so alive and the levity throughout (despite Phoenix's emotional state) makes the moments of tenderness and of the characters proving how deeply they care for each other hit so hard,, this was wonderful !!! thank you for sharing w the fandom and with me!! :DDD LOOKING FORWARD TO CHAPTER 3 FOAIWEJFLAKJD

[offorestsongs]

romantic secrets

ah. so. this is a little ficlet for Sheep's (@natsukishinomiyaswife) fic series Into the Yumeverse! i know i already drew art for it but the idea couldn't leave my head and i didn't think i could execute it as well with art. hope this is okay dhgfjgjjfjg

Lysander would love it if the universe would stop putting him in situations. He has had enough situations for all his days. There must be people out there who felt that their lives were boring and nothing interesting ever happened to them — Lysander would gladly donate some of his situations to their cause! 

His current situation was this: he was sitting on the grass in the courtyard with Rook, which wouldn't be out of the ordinary if not for the fact that the universe Lysander currently resided in was some weird version of Twisted Wonderland moved slightly to the left (Twister Wonderland? No. That was awful). 

A version with a completely different magicless human girl thrown into the chaos (Lydia, who by all accounts seemed like a sweetheart), without Lysander’s beloved Ramshackle or even more beloved awful cat-beast-son.

Now the first chaos seemed to settle down a bit and so, with a lot of blushing and stumbling around, Lysander had explained to Rook the gist of the relationship the two of them had back in Lysander’s universe.

Rook seemed to react to the information the same way he reacted to every other curiosity that caught his attention; he asked questions and listened intently, and waxed poetically about whatever Lysander had said.

“Ah, what a beautiful tale. I hardly ever imagined somebody would be able to capture my heart,” Rook said. He was looking at Lysander with the same burning curiosity as back when they had first started talking — he was assessing Lysander, almost trying to see through him.

Maybe Rook really couldn’t imagine how he could ever end up with somebody like Lysander. Maybe—

Lysander stopped the thought before he could ever properly formulate it. It was too silly to even entertain, an echo of insecurities that Lysander should’ve been long past. If there was one thing that he had learned from their relationship, it was that Rook never did anything if he didn’t want to. If they were together, that was only because for Rook, it was the most right thing to do.

“I know,” Lysander replied, smiling. Suddenly, he became pointedly aware of the strangeness of their situation. Just this once, it was Lysander who knew so much about Rook, while Rook was still trying to make a judgment call on Lysander.

Lysander’s smile grew bigger. Oh, it seemed like such a silly thing to do — he really shouldn’t be playing tricks on people or mess with their reactions. But… Rook was always teasing him, maybe it was time to finally take revenge.

Maybe the saying was true — when in Rome, you had no other choice but to do as Romans did.

Heart pounding in his ribcage, Lysander raised his head. “You know what else I know?” he asked, and before Rook could reply, he went on: “You named your first arrow Salamander because it was the first animal you’ve caught.”

As stupid as Lysander felt at that moment, he couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction that curled up in his chest seeing Rook’s eyes widen in surprise

“And,” Lysander continued. “You used to eat poisonous plants as a kid so you would get immune to them. Your biggest scar is on your left hip; you tried to sew the wound by yourself, but it went badly. You used to not be able to fall asleep without a plush lion.”

He watched Rook’s expression slowly turn from surprise to curiosity to delight.

“My! What a curious little flower you are! Maybe I can see how you have managed to ensnare my affections. But, Monsieur Fleur, you should know that it is dangerous to show all your knowledge so freely. You never know how somebody could take it.”

Lysander’s cheeks turned pink. “Who said that’s all my knowledge?” he replied, with more bravado than he expected of himself. “And I trust you, even in a different universe.”

No— Wait— Why did he even say that?! That was… bad. Way too forward. Way too… everything. Regret washed over Lysander immediately.

Overcome with a profound feeling of shame and embarrassment, Lysander hid his face in his hands — he could feel just how hot his cheeks were.

“Non, Monsieur Fleur, don’t curl up your petals now! As foolish as it might be, I am honoured to have your trust.”

Lysander hid his face even more, his hair falling to the sides like curtains. “No! I am not talking about this anymore! One more word and I’m running away!”

He could hear Rook’s laughter. “Ah, then I will just have to chase after you. Shouldn’t you know I don’t give up so easily?”

Ah. Well. Lysander just couldn’t win, could he?

[gemharvest]

Need to get on top of whatever dumb fucking inferiority complex I got going on I'm tired of looking at everything about myself and going "Wow I am really sub-par." I know it's 2am but this isn't the midnight thoughts talking this is a fucking persistent curse throughout my day.

[lvminisciel]

🤗🤗

ive just spent the last 6hrs goin thru every piece of media from 'the phantom of the opera' and all i can say is

WHY IS IT LIKE THATTT

why's the ending like that??? be it the one from broadway theatre dated back in 1988, or the musical in 1986, the movie from 2004, even in the original novel by Leroux himself, none of them ends with a closure of the phantom's acceptance..

i hvnt watch the 1925 silent film version tho; but so far i think i like the og novel version best

personally i spite the 2004 version so much as in tht one, christine clearly stated tht she's afraid of the phantom (as uttered in the song 'Twisted Every Way') while it's never been told that way in the novel/broadway/other versions

on the og novel tho, despite christine still married raoul in the end, he still returned to bury the phantom during his passing, the last thing phantom had asked before they parted. she fulfilled her promise, and put the ring(?) he gave her to be buried w/ him.. truly the best ending of all version me thinks

overall i loved the parallels of night & daylight imagery. of heaven & hell, beast & beauty. also the part where she said 'he sings inside my mind'? imo it can be interpreted in many ways

[nilesmoon]

Hi, I loved your post about the family vacation with Ichi and Sawashiro. And I'll just say that I didn't have a problem with Sawashiro's role in IW... until the very last second. Because they get a freaking helicopter for Kiryu, but no one even went to look if Sawashiro was ok?? They just leave him in the chair while tending to Kiryu. BOTH of them are dying.

Like holy shit, Ichi would have gone to him in a second. He would have stopped Ebina's monologue instead of just standing there without even knowing if he was alive or not. That was for me the most disrespectful moment. I loved how Ichi believed in him at the beginning of Chapter 10, and then I was expecting some kind of reunion at the end but he f*cks off to Hawaii, not even a "Please save the Captain" to Kiryu or anything. That's what made me the most mad

I really hope they pay us off in Y9, he better come back with a cool eyepatch and join the party

Omg I didn't really expect anyone to read that post let alone get an ask about it but I'm so glad that you loved it!! And huge same if he's not coming back as a party member or dying in a meaningful way, there's no point bringing that asshole back.

Me, being the Arakawa family tragedy enjoyer that I am, was overjoyed to see Sawashiro back for 8 and while he did have a few banger moments, the ending really did ruin it all for me. Me bitching abt it under the cut bc I need to puke out my anger Somewhere

Like I keep going back to think about how Ebina calls Ichi, tells him that he's got a bone to pick with him, tells him that he's holding Sawashiro captive bc what better bait to dangle in front of Ichi than the possibility of someone he cares for getting hurt??? And lets be real here the rest of the cast has no reason whatsoever to care about Sawashiro other than him being someone important to Ichi. (I think Tomi says something like 'i dont know this guy but if he's being used as bait he's gotta be important to you' iirc)

Then Kiryu walks in and is like "leave Ebina to me" bc Ebina's plotline is suddenly something personal Kiryu has to deal with??? (my feelings about kiryu being a protag in this game is a whole diff can of worms that I wont open rn but keep in mind how its mostly negative) So Ichi leaves that to him and doesn't really state what he's feeling about all the new info that gets dropped on him (this could be a 'Ichi putting others above himself' moment but i still hate it bc whats the point of Ebina's '''plot twist''' if Ichi was not even a part of it????)

And my god Sawashiro at that last scene. I think my live reaction of that scene is still on twitter where I just bitch for an hour. Even before the scene happened I was like "If they kill Sawashiro without Ichi present it'd make no sense. just like how killing Hanawa without Kiryu present was a Bad Choice".

When that chair turned... I think I tuned out the rest of Ebina's monologue bc I kept thinking the same 3 things: 1. none of this would've happened if sawashiro came with me to hawaii, 2. there's absolutely no reason for this to happen with This Cast (i dont think they even react outside of gasping or something) and 3. when will this masato clone wanna-be shut the fuck up so I can beat his face in (One thing I'll give to that chair scene was how it was a direct parallel to Hoshino's corpse. I think it was a very sexy thing rgg did.)

And then they're like "look!! he's not dead!!!" but at that point I was not sure if that was a 'last words' or a 'he's still alive!' moment. and I'm gonna be honest I Still Do Not know bc just like you said anon, NOONE DOES ANYTHING ABOUT HIM??? (nor about ebina for that matter) AND THEN THERES NO FOLLOW UP WHATSOEVER????? and all this makes me see it as sequel bait tbh

and I'm not even going into how he doesnt even get to meet Akane again. Thats a whole other topic on its own and I think I already typed out enough lol.

[ragnars-tooth]

i do make myself giggle sometimes 🫶

(no one FREAK OUT, love potions is OPEN on my desktop rn)

[mymelodyisme]

Once again thank you for your kind words and advice and...everything just you. I'll try my best to not ridicule myself for my mistakes, shame is fine and admitting and knowing it was bad is also fine but no ridiculing at myself.

Hehehe our imagination is on the same boat but different sides of it, I visualize and make up stories/scenarios and perfer the silence while you prefer noise and leans it towards creativity. As for your drawing i love it thank you...❤️

-❄️☕️

🥰 It’s always a pleasure! I was put on this stupid little ball in space to at least make someone’s life. A little nicer 👏🏽 it’s just!!! Why laugh and be mean to yourself when the world’s already got that covered 🥺 it stifles growth it’s like a flower being stepped on idk! Just be you but the you you want to be!

🥳 I love drawing and writing and creating. It’s very evident from my blog alone obviously. I have an art tag, and I don’t write publicly that much but I do write, and I’m always lost in my head which maaaaay be a bad thing but at least it’s fun. I dream vividly enough too, which I’m now realizing I didn’t say, but you should try writing them down too. I think it’s fun going back and reading what may have been bothering you or at least revisiting it when it’s no longer in a gloomy situation. But anyways!! Isn’t a boat better when you can paddle from both ends ✨

Im glad you liked it 🥺 I should put it in my art tag so I don’t lose it myself ♥️🩷