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angelatsumu · 6 months

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thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

#pup talks #simon <3 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #ghost cod smut #ghost smut #simon riley x you #ghost x reader smut #cod smut #cod drabble #simon riley drabble #pup’s thots #mine #simon riley hcs #mw2 drabble #ghost drabble

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cupcraft · 8 months

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Ranboo rebrand stream important stuff in one single post!:

if anything i missed pls rb and add on!

chat etiquette! They are going to be more strict with this (but not for new chatters honest mistakes).

Ban 101 -> the number 1 rule:

racism, antisemitism, homophobia, transphobia, discrimination. Instant ban, no excuse. Even bigoted jokes! 0 tolerance! you will be banned from even viewing the streams. This even counts on doing it on other streamer's chats/platforms if found out!

More rules: be funny (please!) and chill and kind and use emotes (including BTTV), dont spam chat (will be fixed/enforced bc of past issues),

other tidbits/news:

the vtuber/stuff will evolve over time, there are different vtuber outfits/costumes planned (ex they have an mcc outfit already!), the room in the background will change, they will be reaching out to ppl for collabs (feel free to recommend people but do not spam their chats!), planning to do more irl streams (will be weird/experimental and they will go wild! They will be making weird stuff!), they also have plans that they are excited to tell and its been a long time coming (this may be the cake video but i couldnt tell in stream), ranboo bakes a cake 2 will be coming TOMORROW on youtube (23 mins and incredible! they laughed at themself), ranboo plans to do experimental stuff on youtube (they have gotten into film lately!), founder's cut of gen 1 of genloss will be coming out 2-3 months ?? date/end of year, the vtuber ranjacket will be a part of the merch drop prototype at vidcon (physical jacket!), will be doing competitive/events with people (like organized little thing) (content/what it is undetermined) and he wants it to be obscure and random, ranboowaslive will start to ramp up a bit (more clips/compilations to come esp if you dont enjoy long vod watching), ranboo will be eating a nintendo DS cartridge live on stream (a joke!), MORE SURPRISES KEPT AS A SECRET + tiny plans in the works, they are moving into the new place/still have boxes to unpack (vtuber lore), he may finish the last of us part 2, subathon (really like back to back fun streams/long streams/playthrough of long games like omori) in january probably, splatoon may return,

What does the new era mean/qna stuff?

talking about old content is fine as long as you recognize that it is the PAST and not the kind of content ranboo makes now. Do not "put them back in the box".

Vtuber: will not be used all the time. They will do facecam streams too. Depends on how he feels.

why the r800: the 8 looks like a b LMAO

this is just the start of rebrand. He will re-establish a lot, things will be easier to find/reorganized, slowly over the weeks things will be changing.

what will happen tothe alt twitter (ranaltboo)?: new pfp, same energy (see below my shitty sc). art creds to mochi!

not only just a rebrand for him and the look of the content. But also it is a rebrand of how they act around and view their own content. they may not be as in the community as he has been (liking fanart/in chat/etc.) out of recommendation from people! If ranboo needs to be aware of something THEY HAVE PEOPLE to make him aware of important issues/emergencies and they will be focusing more on themself and the content overall. they are thankful to be allowed to do this, as they dont want to keep seeing things they dont want to see/have that anxiety. Less scrolling = more content!

They will probably have longer streams again!

will move to more mature jokes/phrases and may have content labels on the streams. Overall, streams will be pg-13 mostly.

TITS stands for twitch integrated throwing system [insert ranboo's giggle here]

All proceeds donated to ranboo's channel only go to charity! Not to them at all! They have a list of charities that he supports and will be changed 1-3 months at a time like usual!

Please make stuff. This is how he gets ppl who edit and the emote makers/artists. Not forced. Just encouraging ppl who make stuff to make stuff and he appreciates it and loves it! Even if it is not about him just make it! AND SUPPORT ARTISTS BOOBERS!

#ranboo.liveblog #ranboo #ranboolive #main tagging bc this is important i think!#pleek rb if you want!

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faestorian · 2 months

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[ RBs = 💜 ]

commish info has been updated! feel free to reach out via DMs or email if you're interested ^w^

you can also find more information in my carrd

#art commisions #art commissions #open commissions #commission #commissions #artists on tumblr #fae commissions

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miralure · 4 months

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New Simblr Introduction ♡

Although I've had this account for about a month now, I guess I can still be considered a "new simblr" because I'm relatively small, and when I did this the first time Tumblr didn't show me in tags so I didn't get any reach... So here we go again!

Basic Information:

Name: Lauren Age: Young adult (18) Aspiration: Computer Whiz Traits: Family Oriented, Overachiever, Loyal, Music Lover, Childish Job: Tech Guru Simself: Pictured above

I've been playing Sims since 2016 and was inspired by simtubers and simblrs like @farfallasims, @pixelglam, @marilynjeansims @largetaytertots and @oshinsimblr to create my own Simblr and share my work.

I am a heavy modder and CC user, and use maxis-mix CC. I would consider my gameplay style cozy and I usually play happy family dynamics. However, I'm very open minded and love to see other gameplay styles!

I (used to) play sims on a 2020 Macbook and have taken years to work out how to make it run decently with minimal lag and good graphics. Now I play on a shitty Lenovo Z13 ThinkPad which gives me the ability to use shaders!

On my account, you'll see CAS screenshots, lookbooks, sim dumps, CC recommendations, photoshop tutorials, gameplay photos and more! I am very WCIF friendly so if you ever want to ask a question I'm more than happy to answer it. Also, sim requests are always open! :) Just send an ask (for WCIF and requests)

There will never be any NSFW content on my page, and as a general thing please don't expect a follow back if your page is full of sexually explicit content.

I would really really love to find new active mutuals and friends!! I am always always looking for new mutuals so if you’re an active simblr I'll follow back (I'm a good mutual, I'll like and comment [and rb] anything you post). And if you ever wanna chat, just DM me because I'd love to talk :)

Please, feel free to like, comment, follow and reblog this post (help a gal out)

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #new simblr alert #new simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 #sims 4 simblr #simblr #sims blog #sims 4 cas #ts4 community #sims 4 community #new sims blog #small simblr #new simmer #the sims #maxis mix

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userheng · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 meeting dan heng.

synopsis: meeting dan heng.

warnings: slight spoilers from dan heng's character story. bros bold, march playing wing woman no 1, the reader has hot men disease

a/n: writing after almost two years i've lost my groove rip n e ways hope u enjoy!! pls lmk ur thoughts! <3 rb if u enjoyed :)

DO NOT REPOST/TRANSLATE.

As soon as you step foot in the Astral Express, your whole body lights up with excitement.

You’re finally starting your journey to other planets and your joy couldn’t be contained. Your eyes take in your surroundings, a beautiful view of a bed of bright stars—you have to hold yourself back from almost reaching for them.

“Hey!”

A voice breaks you out of your reverie, you look for the source of the voice not finding anyone in front of you.

“Down here!”

The voice speaks once more and you finally look down, coming in contact with the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh…hello?” You say with hesitation, taking note of the unfamiliar creature.

“I’m Pom-Pom, the conductor of Astral Express,” The unknown creature introduces themselves. “You can come to me whenever you need help! But don’t cause trouble!” Pom-Pom expresses with a fiery passion, and you don’t know whether to coo or actually be scared of the little thing.

“Well, alright, you’re the boss.” You simply nod, trying to hold back a laugh at the adorable entity.

“The Passenger Cabins are that way so you can keep your bags there. And the archives are the first door but um…” Pom-Pom pauses for a second. “There’s a guy called Dan Heng that practically lives in the archives but you’re free to visit that area! I have no clue what he does all day in there.” Pom-Pom’s petit body seems to deflate in defeat which once more makes you want to let out an audible coo but you refrain.

You recognize that name easily—Dan Heng. After all, he’s one of the people you’ll be accompanied on your first journey, the other one being March 7th. You’ve never met these people but you trust Himeko’s judgment, after all, she’s the one who paired you with them. The only piece of information she gave you about them is that “You’ll have fun,” which excites you but also worries you, but you push that away for now.

“Thank you, Pom-Pom, I’ll be mindful of that.” You smile before bidding Pom-Pom goodbye, they wave back telling you to follow the rules.

You make your way toward the cabins, locating yours fairly quickly. You settle in nicely. You feel a bit lethargic already but the enthusiasm of finally being on the Astral Express keeps you from getting a shut-eye. Rather, you decide to explore different parts of the Express. Freshening up quickly you venture out of your cabin, taking in the sites of the surroundings around you. The view of the vast shimmering galaxy almost bought you to tears. You’ve finally reached your goal. You’re a Trailblazer now. After working meticulously for years and honing your skills, you’ve achieved your aim and you couldn’t be happier.

Walking around for a bit more, observing the decor around you, you head for the main compartment, and as soon as you descend down the stairs you’re greeted by a cheerful voice.

“Hello! You must be our new companion, I’m March 7th!” The girl with bright pink hair and blue tips introduces herself and her cheerful demeanor brings about a smile on your face.

“Hello, March, it’s lovely to meet you.” You say, holding out your hand for her to shake and she does so with enthusiasm.

“So you’re coming with us, huh? Are you ready for some fun?” She asks with a wide grin on her face, clasping her hands to the front, and it makes you feel at ease.

“Born ready, I’ve been waiting for this.” You reply, patting your prized polearm, a proud smirk on your lips. March nods in response, and suddenly she takes out her camera.

“I have some pictures—wait have you met Dan Heng yet?” She asks, pausing her original question.

“Oh no, not yet, I think he’s in the archives, Pom-Pom told me,” You respond and March lets out a sigh.

“He’s always coped in there. How about you go introduce yourself to him?” She suggests and you think it over for a moment…you don’t really know what this Dan Heng character is like so you feel slightly nervous, but ready to meet him nonetheless.

“Sure, I’ll see you after then?” You say, smiling warmly at her, and she nods back with eagerness.

“Come back soon! I’ve got awesome pictures to show you!” March shouts as you leave for the archives room, you wave back, giving her an affirmative nod.

You knock on the door of the archives room, even though you don’t really need to but after Pom-Pom information about how he practically uses the place as his room you deemed it fit to knock before entering

You enter, immediately met by Dan Heng’s figure standing towards the bookshelves, nose buried in documents. You clear your throat, hoping to get his attention, all you receive in turn isーwell nothing. He doesn’t turn around like you’d expect him to.

“Hello, are you Dan Heng?” At the mention of his name, he turns around, and suddenly you’re met with one of the most attractive men you’ve laid eyes upon. His eyes look captivating, one of them lined with the colour red, and some of his hair fall over his forehead.

“That’s me.” He curtly nods. “Do you need something from me?”

You’re completely taken away by him. His cadence sounds so…enticing. His attire makes him look dashing, and of course, this Dan Heng is easy on the eyes—you can’t seem to pull away your gaze from him.

You hear him clear his throat, your blatant staring as been caught red-handed.

“Is there something you need?” He repeats, facing away from you, finding the carpet of the express far more interesting—Dan Heng hates how his cheeks are tinted slightly red. Your staring definitely did not go unnoticed.

Your skin warms up, embarrassment flooding your veins.

“Oh yes—I’m, Y/N, I’ll be accompanying you,” You answer. “I thought I’d introduce myself.” Dan Heng seems satisfied with your response, nodding in silence.

“You should take a look at the data bank to familiarize yourself with the upcoming surroundings, so you know how to protect yourself…although I will be there as well to protect you,” He pauses for a second, before clearing his throat, a faint blush once more spotting his cheeks. “I’ll leave you alone for a while.” Dan Heng states, and leave the archives before you can get a word one. His behaviour startles you a bit, but you don’t pay much mind, you already pegged him as more of an introvert from the descriptions of March 7th and Pom-Pom. You seat yourself comfortably, pulling up the archives to research just as Dan Heng advised.

As soon as Dan Heng leaves the room, he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

He knew you.

Dan Heng remembers you from his days in the IPC. You didn’t seem to recognize him and he’s thankful for that. He’s changed a lot, so he didn’t expect it either it. But he remembers you quite clearly. He saw you working diligently from the sides, always getting along with people and helping people whenever you can—him also being one of those people. You showed him kindness and he’d always appreciated it. But meeting you again was never on his agenda. He walks to the main hall of the express, seating himself on one of the couches for the jump that will commence soon, it was uncommon for him to be in the main compartment during jumps but today he had a change of heart.

Soon enough, Pom-Pom made the announcement for the jump, which bought you out of the archives room as per the conductor’s orders.

“Y/N, over here!” March’s cheery voice calls you over, and she quickly grips your hand dragging you over to where Dan Heng was seated and she pulls you down to sit with her.

“Are you ready for your first jump, Y/N?” March inquires, “It feels weird the first time around but it’s pretty fun!”

“I’m a little nervous honestly,” You answer honestly, lips curving into a timid smile. You’ve been preparing yourself yet, of course, fearful thoughts reside. It’s your first trailblazing expedition after all.

“You’ll be okay, as long as you hold onto something since it’s your first time, I assure you. How about you hold Dan Heng’s hand? I’m sure he’ll help out a fellow partner right?” March suggests, a broad wicked grin on her face. You can’t tell if it’s you she’s messing with you or Dan Heng—you audibly hear him heave a sigh. You shake your head at March, her smile matching that of a Cheshire cat, while you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary I’ll be fine—”

“You can hold onto my hand if you feel comfortable. I do not mind.”

Dan Heng’s answer leaves you both flabbergasted. March’s mouth falls open but she recovers quickly, her lips stretching into a teasing smile once more.

“Well, then I’ll leave you alone!” March leaves without explanation and you’re about to call for her to ask where she’s going but Dan Heng answers for you.

“She does this every time. Trying to stand throughout the jump, trying not to fall.”

You simply nod, not knowing how to respond, you’re embarrassed to say anything simply put. March’s suggestion and Dan Heng’s agreement put you in the spot.

“Would you like to hold onto my hand? If you feel comfortable, of course.” Dan Heng shocks you once more by holding out his hand for you.

His cheeks have a rosy tint, the dark eyes not meeting yours.

Well…he is cute, isn’t he? Nothing wrong with holding a cute guy’s hand, right?

Boldness overcomes you, and you slip your hand into Dan Heng’s. He’s startled, his blush darkening, the tops of his ear matching his crimson cheeks, he didn’t actually expect you to do it, even though he offered.

“Thanks, Dan Heng, I feel protected already.” You express, tone flirtatious, a lingering smirk on the corners of your lips. Dan Heng nods, tearing his gaze away from your face—definitely to hide his flustered self. His hands are rough, but they’ve also got a certain softness to them. Despite being calloused, his hand looks delicate. It feels good. Your hand intertwined with his feels lovely. Dan Heng’s thoughts aren’t far from yours—he’s never felt such things before, holding your hand…it wasn’t what he expected. He feels at ease as your hand rests in his.

Only a few moments later Pom-Pom’s voice blares through as they announce the jump, as they count down. You see March steel herself, chanting some sort of mantra that sounds something along the lines of, “I won’t fall over,” on repeat.

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll be alright,” Dan Heng’s voice suddenly rings in your ears, he’s closer to you than before, his husky yet gentle voice whispering in your ear.

“Thank you.” You express your gratitude in the form of a smile. Dan Heng returns it with a tender smile of his own.

Pom-Pom’s countdown finishes and you’re about to be sucked into the vortex, grip tight on Heng’s hand.

“You’ll be alright, just hold on to me.”

That’s the last thing you hear before the jump, before the start of your new journey and endless memories. With your newfound companions and the one that’ll occupy your mind for a long time—Dan Heng.

Yeah, you’ll be alright.

#dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #dan heng #dan heng fluff #honkai star rail

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metaphorically-speaking · 5 months

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ok i need to do a poll because my family does not believe me

do you guys smell the dishwasher smell when you open it? like right after its done running. the dishes are still warm. and it smells of chemicals and humidity. also are you autistic? trying to see if theres any correlation

feel free to rb so i can reach more people!

#autism #actually autistic #sensory sensitivity #polls #dishwasher smell

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entropic-saudade · 17 days

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For @wellofdean (we interacted on your post on my main, but I had most of this in my drafts on this account).

Re: My disjointed, hastily verbalized thoughts on The American Dream as queered (and unqueered?) by Supernatural

The thing about Supernatural is that the thing that keeps the boys from being unable to reach The American Dream (a house, a successful job, a nuclear family) is that compared to the systemic issues (and the fact that it’s all a dangling carrot of a construct anyway) that keep most people from reaching it, what prevents them is the fact that monsters exist—at least, this is a premise as outlined by Pilot. These are two white, handsome, (debatably) cis, (arguably not) heterosexual men, and it should be something that should come as easy to them as others presume it should (See: Wishful Thinking). But a demon burned Mom on the ceiling, and then Jess, so that world is not for them.

But then the show does some interesting things.

They align supernatural beings with corporations (Hell and Crowley, Zachariah and Heaven), in S7 they use Leviathan as the literal embodiment of Thomas Hobbes’ defense of capitalism Leviathan, the all-intrinsic, insidious, corporate greed of corporate America. Even a lot of minor monsters who don’t get half-season or whole-season face times face the same underlying issues that hunters and other Americans (and people in general) face: they just want to survive. They want to keep food on the table. It’s eat or be eaten. Often, especially in later seasons (most notably in S15), we see glimpses of monsters living in dumps for houses just living relatively normal lives before the boys come in and kill them. To the monster, society at large and the hunter is what keeps them from their Dream of family and home and stability.

Monsters like Garth, Benny, etc, have to either be reformed or cooperative with humans, or else they face death. (I want to write on Benny and Garth later bc they’re SO fucking interesting, even among the monster archetypes).

Then, consider the fact that, yeah, monsters exist, but they’re just a decoy/byproduct of the fact that there IS an overarching systemic force that keeps them from ever exerting true free will, (note Hobbes’ social contract says we sacrifice a little bit of will in exchange for safety, that’s the condition of society; the safety here being so long as the boys follow Chuck’s stories they’ll forever be reincarnated into the rat race; if they want real free will they’ll no longer be safe from permanent death): God.

So the show in Pilot establishes that the American Dream apple pie life isn’t for them. Sam wants it, but he feels like a freak no matter where he goes. Dean claims he doesn’t want it, but you brush past his layers and you see how deeply he just wants a family and home (which John says he wants for him too, despite being the major force keeping him from it. Of course even without John, the other forces above kick in, because the system keeping them from it is God—John as an absent god figure represents that from the get go). They talk about the “apple pie life” with fluctuating tones of want and disdain throughout the show depending on their circumstances, but any time they get close to tasting it (Sam’s time at Stanford, Dean’s djinn dream in What Is and What Should Never Be, Dean’s time with Lisa, Sam’s time with Amelia—notably those examples stop after the boys get the Bunker, which I have more meta about I’ll RB & tag later, because it’s the closest thing to a home the show allows them to have), it gets poisoned by their past and snatched away by their path to the future.

Which makes the themes of “family don’t end (or begin) in blood” so important. (Though… consider also that most of their found family dies or isn’t shown by the end).

The way they get their American dream— a home (the bunker), a job (hunting, legacies, a hacked credit card), a family (all their found family, including Jack and Cas) is unconventional. In Lebanon, when John “I want this to be over, I want Sam to go to school, I want Dean to have a home” Winchester tells Dean he wanted him to have a home and family, Dean fully accepts and verbalizes that this is the best the life is going to give them. And that’s beautiful, and they’ll do anything to protect that. They make their little found families repeatedly: Ash, who burns down with the Road House; Jo and Cas and Ellen and Bobby, their family photo burned after Jo and Ellen die in AHBL. Every version of family they get is torn apart but they don’t stop, to the point that God literally has to take away everyone- and they still don’t stop fighting.

There’s smaller ‘jokes’ throughout— Dean never getting pie (never getting the apple pie life), Mary’s pie being storebought instead of homemade as representative of the fact that her home life wasn’t “real”— it was borrowed time. Even the pie in finale, is horridly, literally, delivered as a pie in the face. A joke. The apple pie life Sam got in the end isn’t necessarily even because he wants it anymore (Sam tells Dean such throughout, though he’s a little harder to read), but because Dean wanted it for him. The life Dean got in the end was in death.

Going back to Kripke and The Hero’s Journey as presented in his era of S1-5, the ending really subverted the ideas from Pilot. Dean got the apple pie life (and suffered), Sam did the furthest thing possible from normal and TOOK BACK POSSESSION FROM LUCIFER TO JUMP INTO A CAGE HE KNEW HE’D BE LOCKED IN FOREVER to save the world.

Then you get Gamble doing some interesting things with Leviathan/monster as Capitalist force, literally bringing the Campbell in Joseph Campbell back with Mary’s extended family— notably, Sam only fits in among them at the time because he Wasn’t Sam, and Dean feels like an outsider both in Lisa’s home (on the surface he keeps it together, but the life holds on), and among them even when he is hunting. They make fun of him for the traces of the American Dream apple pie life (golf clubs, magazines… even things he can’t control, like the ‘delicate features’ he gets from his mother, who waged a normal life so badly she made a deal with a demon while he inhabited her father’s body—the force that kept her from a normal life. More later on Mary and how she’s revealed to not be able to stop hunting regardless). The Campbells get killed off, and we get Mary in the form of Eve, Mother of All, who likewise is trying to protect her children. Is soulless Sam’s return in Exile on Mainstreet a “call to adventure”, presented as more of the inevitable same from Pilot— one so close that it’s Dean’s fear, that Azazel is back and will continue the cycle with Lisa and Ben? Ultimately, it’s not Azazel, but other demons and the existence of monsters, those pre-existing systemic family forces that keep Dean from his supposed idealized version of a normal life.

Carver’s era does some interesting things with Amelia (whose flashback scenes are so brightly lit they bring to mind the false cheery lighting of Dean’s djinn dream in What Is and What Should Never Be, of the false light lighting in It’s a Terrible Life— to the point that some have theorized the whole thing was a cope hallucination by Sam), with Benny (who I have meta written about elsewhere I need to post on here— but Benny is one of the most self aware, narratively echoed characters who aligns himself with every member of Team Free Will in just a few episodes. The notable/relevant thing here is that like Sam, Benny the blood drinker is a freak among freaks, feeling like he doesn’t fit in anywhere, has no home, and when he tries to find it (Andrea Kormos, Elizabeth in Carencro), he can’t get it either), with even the angels being thrown from the only home they’ve ever known, with Cain and Death and Rowena and God as a broken family with Lucifer and Amara and Chuck-as-God.

And then you get Dabb’s era, bringing Mary Winchester/Campbell back, the chance to unfridge a woman and tearing all expectations about who she is down, never acknowledging her family was also resurrected at one point, the boys living as “Campbells” in Lebanon (which I loved, but the “I have a home and I have a family” gets kind of thrown away by the end), Dean’s “I have a home,” The Heroes Journey even being lampshaded in S15 with the episode with Garth (more thoughts on Garth and how that episode shows the only real American Dream on the show, and he got to keep it, doubly queered by the fact that they’re monsters who are also hunters). Dabb’s finale brought the Heroes Journey story circle back, quite literally in the sense that time is a flat circle and Sam and Dean are returned to their Pilot expectations— right down to their clothing choices in Heaven. (I know some people find that beautiful, and there is a nice symmetry to certain elements, and I understand the need to end the story that way, BUT it’s the broader story and structure and narrative and message that upsets and baffles me— it undoes Kripke’s whole “rip up the ending” bit, the subverted Hero’s Journey from S5, and combined with everything else in the show (not going to touch Heaven rn but I have Thoughts about that too), it sends the message that what meaning you create in life doesn’t matter (the found family (who we don’t see in the finale and barely gets acknowledged. SAM’s new family barely gets acknowledged, his son is a xerox of Dean and his wife is a blur in the background who doesn’t have any family photos in the home), the queered way in which they create the American dream doesn’t matter)— true happiness comes in death.)

Something something “the one thing I want is something I know I can’t have.” Cas’ confession is not only a confession to Dean but a show thesis. To me.

#supernatural meta #meta #supernatural

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 months

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Follower Appreciation I Will Read-Your-Fic-and-Comment Activity

So I reached a nice round number of followers on here. (Thank you my friends!) and I thought I'd do an appreciation post for the other witcher fic writers who follow me.

I do this occasionally and it is always fun to read fics that may be outside what I usually search for, and to get an idea of what people are writing in the fandom. I'm always blown away by the talent and passion in the fandom. SO,

IF YOU FOLLOW ME and have

a Witcher fic from any Witcher canon or mix thereof

that centers any ship* (or it could have no ship/gen, platonic)

and is under 30k words complete (I'm going to try to get through multiples here, so to make sure I get to everyone I'm doing a word limit)

any rating (I read smut, no worries about that!)

and you would like me to comment on it

and you can send me a link in the next two weeks by March 15 2024

Please do! *grabby hands* Put the link in the replies! (you can also send an anon ask with it if you're shy.)

And if I've already commented on your fics, but you have a new one for me to read, send it along!

If you don't have any witcher fic but would like this post to reach more folks, please RB!

Disclaimers below!

Disclaimer:

Obviously, I'm a regular ol person with their own triggers and squicks and whatnot, so if I don't think I can read a really dark fic without it fucking me up, I will read something else you've written. (I'll poke around on your ao3) or I'll have to say no. That would be like 'on the page' noncon between shipped characters, mcd, that kind of thing. I read some dead dove stuff but of course we all have limits. If you're not sure, feel free to send and let me decide for myself what I can do. No judgment, we just all have our things, right?

*Again, I'm just a mere human and have my Notps like anyone else. I can read them anyway unless its Ciri with her parents. That's my one I just cannot. We are all allowed one lol.

#the witcher #the witcher fic #follower appreciation

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hchano · 10 months

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oh, i figure since i'm back and i noticed my follower count went up while i was away (probably due to old miraculous art 😂), lemme make a few things clear!

this blog is ship and let ship!

i don't ship anything too weird or problematic, but i also don't care what anyone else is shipping! i will block and mute things that bother me, but i'm not going to vet the ppl i reblog from, so pls don't send asks informing me of ppl i reblog from being into The Bad Ships. i rly do not care 😂

(on there other hand, if someone has done something actually horrible to an actual real living breathing person, pls reach out! i don't want to support ppl who harm others 🥲)

re: proship & antiship

if you are the type to have a "proship dni" rule, you might be more comfortable blocking me! i hella don't claim the label (and again, mostly ship vanilla stuff, so i likely won't be posting anything offensive), but i cannot stress enough how much i don't care what other ppl are doing with fiction. i know this is important to some ppl, tho, so do what makes you comfy!

(but again, if ppl i rb from have done something awful to a real person, pls lemme know.)

other stuff

- I'm pro choice; cis and trans ppl have the right to do whatever they want with their own bodies. if that doesn't vibe with you, it'd be good to block me.

- LGBTQIA+ stands together; if you're an exclusionary, i beg you to block me. trans & intersex ppl having basic human rights is not up for debate.

- if i ever say some dumb, ignorant, or tactless shit, pls feel free to reach out and correct me. i am very chill and am always open to discussing and learning to be better. and like anyone, the day i stop learning is the day i die lol. otherwise, once again feel free to block me if i really upset you! it's not ur job to teach me if u don't want to! (but fwiw 99.9% of the time, whatever i say is not intended to upset anyone, i'm just occasionally a tactless dumbass lol.)

#i prolly left some stuff out but #i think that'll do #do i need to tag proship since i mentioned it even tho i don't claim it lol #like i've seen some really shitty ppl claim that label who harass minors and i'm not here for it lol #ig i will #proship mention #shut up h #psa #??? ig #antiship mention #or maybe just #anti mention

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hyunnows · 6 months

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #1

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

RATING | pg

NOTE | im so excited for this series im ngl--not sure how frequently i will be updating yet but i think once every two or three weeks? I dont want to take it too seriously (especially since it will probably flop) but oh well... also i know i should have posted this before halloween but it would be too close to the release of 'a love so beautiful' and i want to try to release fics consistently again so i have to keep these a bit spaced out. any this was a new style of writing for me, so i really hope you all enjoy this <3 if you would like to join the taglist, feel free to rb, or reply letting me know--or you can check out my taglist form as well <3333 have a great day/night!

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“So how did it all begin?” A man in a dark suit looms over the metal table, his words echoing off the brick walls and two-way mirror as he adjusts the large camera.

A more timid man sweats under his stare, looking into the camera’s lens awkwardly. “Well, it was the day of my promotion,”

“You’re going to kill this interview,” the brunet mumbles to himself, fixing his tie for the third time. “You’re going to do great and get promoted. Then you’ll finally be a detective.”

He huffs as his tie becomes undone, reaching for one of his clip-ons instead before putting it back down. “You have plenty of time Namjoon, you can correctly fix your tie. A real detective wears real ties.”

He stares in the mirror, continuing to prepare himself. “I’m going to ace this interview. They’re going to like me, I’m going to be likable. Calm, put together, and ambitious—but not too ambitious, I’m going to be grateful for the opportunity. I’m going to get the position, and make mom and dad proud.”

“At least, I thought it was a promotion,” Namjoon almost sulks, arms crossing at the memory.

“This isn’t a promotion interview, Officer Kim. You’re being transferred to the Supernatural Investigation Unit,” Chief Yoon sighs, leaning forward. “I’m sorry to have misled you.”

“The Supernatural Investigation Unit?” The suited man repeats, leaning toward Namjoon.

“Yeah, everyone called it the X-Files though, like the show.”

“Continue.”

“The thing is, we don’t really have the budget to keep the X-files up, but we don’t have enough to take them down either. I need you to debunk the work going on in there, so we can submit a legit request to get the unit removed.” Mr. Yoon’s voice rumbles out, the crinkles by his eyes appearing as he looks at Namjoon with a serious look. “Listen, if you get our evidence, and I’ll get you a promotion, deal?”

“Obviously I wanted the promotion, so I agreed.”

“Is that the only reason you were chosen to fulfill this job?” the interviewer asks, the same monotone voice filling the room.

“I wish, but it was because of my past,” Namjoon sighs, “I used to be really into ghosts. I wrote reports on it, took video evidence, documented everything so that I could find proof about them. Back then, I also had a YouTube channel with my friend–we were pretty popular at the time. Anyway, I ended up writing a book on it before deciding to leave it all behind to become a serious detective.”

“And are you a detective now?”

“No, look at me,” he gestures to the modified hazmat suit draped across his figure. “How many detectives do you know that wear ghost gear and thermal goggles?”

The interviewer looks at him, unamused and urgent for him to continue his retelling.

“I look up our old stuff and see that new copies of my book are for sale, and that the channel is still up and running–both with my name still on them. So I decided to track down my friend and have a chat with him.”

“Yah! I’m getting the door, stop nagging at me!” Namjoon taps his foot impatiently, hearing the all too familiar voice approach the door. “How can I help–Namjoon? What are you doing here?”

“Hey Jin, I was hoping I could talk to you about the book and the old channel.”

The older man nods his head in recognition, opening the door to allow the taller male in. “Have you seen how well they’re doing? The book is selling pretty well and the channel is blowing up pretty quickly these days,” he says, too enthusiastic for Namjoon’s liking.

“That’s actually my problem,” Namjoon starts, dodging all the odd equipment and supplies scattered around Seokjin’s floor. “I’m sorry, what is going on here?”

Seokjin motions for Namjoon to follow, walking into the nearest door to the left. Upon entering, the cop is met with a makeshift lab filled with beakers, random devices, steam, and many other chemicals Namjoon can’t imagine to be safe. Not to mention one slightly tidier corner of the room with a camera facing a small desk, a corkboard up behind him. Namjoon immediately recognizes the set-up. “This is where we’ve been operating from recently.”

“We?”

“Oh, right. I have a new partner, give me one second,” Jin sticks his head out of the room, inhaling a large breath and bellowing, “Taehyung!”

“Stop yelling!” A younger guy grunts as he enters the messy room.

Seokjin grins, “This is Taehyung, mechanical genius, and my partner.” Taehyung gives a small smile and wave, removing Jin’s arm from his shoulder with a shrug. “Back on track though, what’s going on, why are you here?”

“I need you to erase me from those videos–take them down, even. If you really need to keep them, private them. The book too, I want my name off of it. They’re ruining my life, they’re–”

“Haunting you?”

“Really?” Namjoon groans, a dour expression on his face at the attempt to joke.

“We argued for a bit, and he refused and pried until he found out about my transfer. That didn’t make anything better for me.”

“How so?”

“Instead of understanding where I was coming from, he just kept telling me how ‘this was my chance to live my dream’.” He deflates a bit. “When we were kids, everyone made fun of us for being the ‘ghost kids’. Even our teachers, parents, and everyone thought we were crazy. I remember my mom telling me how she wanted me to be normal so bad.”

“I take it you come from a not-very-accepting neighborhood?”

“Not at all. Those people didn’t like anything abnormal in the slightest. You should have seen how happy everyone was when we left for college,” Namjoon laughs dryly. “It was really messed up for some dorks like us growing up.”

Namjoon straightens himself in the uncomfortable metal chair. “We both wound up going to college together, I took criminology, profiling, and forensics. He took a medical path, with a few courses in human behavior and psych, I think. We were in a robotics club in high school and took engineering for a bit before dropping the class.”

“During college, we still made our videos and stuff. We made the book then too, 300 pages of paranormal bullcrap we put together over a few years. Because of our educations, we considered ourselves to be a pretty credible source for the paranormal.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I got tired of being seen as a joke. I wanted to be important,” his face is void of any emotion as he recalls the day he told Seokjin he would be leaving for the police academy and packed up his things. “So, I joined the police force. I did a few years as a mall cop, then started getting assigned more important cases and assignments slowly. Then one day, I was getting ready to be Scully to somebody’s Mulder.”

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sebsdaniel · 4 months

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12 Questions about F1 through the years

I was tagged by @twinkodium Thank you sm girl! This one's my fave so far <3

I tag whoever wants to do this in F1blr <3

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My dad. He grew up in a racing/car family and automatically transfered that love to me when I was just five days old and he held me up in the hospital to show me the German GP of 1999 on TV. We always joke I've watched F1 since I was born, which is no lie. Since then, we've seen almost every race together. We've also gone to 15 F1 GPs together.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Michael Schumacher. My dad is a Jenson Button fan and he's convinced I started supporting Schumi just to annoy him. I don't fully remember why I chose Michael, but my best guess is I fell in love with the red car that kept winning. I love him still and still hope he gets better someday.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

After 16 years of supporting Sebastian Vettel, I ended up supporting Max Verstappen in 2023. My dad's been supporting him ever since his debut, and made him his main since Jenson retired. However, I didn't get there that quickly. I adored Max when he began F1. Got annoyed with him a lot in 2018 and 2019 when he kept having run ins with Seb (fave bias I guess), but once 2020 I grew to adore him and in 2021 I fell in love. He'll never reach the same level for me as Seb did in my heart (he's my hero after all, since I was 6), but I love him sm already.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

I love so many F1 duo's, but my two faves are Sebastidan and Lestappen.

Sebastidan got me out of my high school depression phase in 2017. I remember feeling extra down when Seb lost his chance at the title that year in Japan. I was so frustrated and watched video's of them as teammates the whole day. I've adored them since and while they aren't a fanfavorite, I can't help but enjoy the bits and pieces we still get from them.

Lestappen. I got into them last year during their - sadly short - title fight. The history they have, the connection, is something so unique. They also seem to become better friends with each passing month. I'd love to see them as teammates someday.

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

Dad's a Max and RB fan. He hates Mercedes and especially Toto. His past faves are Senna, Hill and Jenson. Mom has watched F1 since she's been with dad (1985), but never got into it. She always liked Nico Rosberg though!

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Belgium 2014 as it was my first live GP. Belgium 2018 as it was the first time I saw Seb win live. Abu Dhabi 2012, which was epic Abu Dhabi 2021, I'll never forget that day Brazil 2008, it was mind blowing.

And probably many more!

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Spa. It's my home track which I've been visiting since I was a toddler. And Zolder, for the same reasons.

I also adore the Red Bull Ring, Yas Marina circuit and Monza.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

15 in total! 14 times the Belgian GP (would've been 15 if it weren't for 2020) and 1 time the Austrain GP. It's always amazing! The organisation of Spa has changed for the better as well!

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

Several times the whole grid before 2020, because it wasn't as difficult to get close to them. In Spa they organized hours long signing sessions at la Source for everyone with a weekend ticket. Since then I've seen them mostly from a distance. The closest I've come to talking a while to someone was Charles in 2018, Seb several times and Daniel also a few times. I still get butterflies thinking about it <3

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

RB19 (2023), it's such a precious car <3 Seb's 2010 RB. The Ferrari from 2004. Brawn GP car from 2009.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Not really. Unless, you count Oscar's sprint win from last year.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

‘If you no longer go for a gap which exists you are no longer a racing driver’ - Aryton Senna -

'Enjoy these moments. We know they won't last forever.' - Sebastian Vettel -

'Enjoy the butterflies' - Daniel Ricciardo -

'If I get a few more, I think I'll headbut someone' - Max Verstappen -

'God might be with him, but he's no God' - Max Verstappen -

Thank you so much for this tag, hun <3

#f1 #sebastian vettel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #sebastidan #lestappen #tag game

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing | Austin x Reader

You serve as a sweet domestic escape for Austin when the fame gets too much

a/n: I had originally planned this as sort of a sequel to another fic I’m working on right now (working title: Lavender Haze 👀) but this can also be read as a standalone! Highly recommend listening to Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift while reading ☺️ Reader in this one is fem, referred to as Austin’s girlfriend.

Word count: 928

Warnings: mentions of paparazzi/media being rude, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Masterlist | add yourself to my taglist!

Austin sighs as he enters the apartment, kicking off his boots at the door. He had just wanted to go for a walk and enjoy the cool fall weather, but the paparazzi had been particularly aggressive today, and while he’d tried to avoid them as politely as possible, it had turned his mood sour as vinegar.

His heart lifts as the sweet smell of… what was that, cinnamon?… reaches his nose, and he follows it to the kitchen to find you at the stove, removing what looks to be the first of several batches of cookies from the oven. You haven’t noticed him yet, and he takes a moment to drink you in: your hair is thrown up in an adorably messy bun, a maroon apron tied around your waist, remnants of flour scattered on your hands, in your hair — pretty much everywhere, from what he can see — and he practically melts as you start humming along to the song crooning from the speaker on the counter.

“And I’m crazy for loving you,” Patsy Cline croons from the speaker as you hum along, transferring cookies to the wire rack you have set up nearby, and it’s such a sweet, soft, domestic scene that Austin’s almost afraid to move, afraid that he’ll break whatever spell is at work here. As much as he loves your attention, he loves these moments, too: the simple ones, where you’re not Austin Butler’s Girlfriend, you’re just Y/N, puttering around the kitchen on a cozy fall day.

Inevitably though, you turn around and practically jump out of your skin once you catch sight of him leaning against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen. You recover quickly, the startled expression on your face melting into a bright smile as he approaches you.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in!” You greet him brightly, leaning up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, “How was your walk?”

“It was alright,” he chuckles, quickly changing to topic, “Whatcha working on here?”

“I found a recipe for gingersnaps, and today seemed like a good day to try it out,” you explain cheerfully. You keep your eyes on him, scanning his expressions carefully, and something tender flashes across your face.

“Did something happen while you were out?” You ask gently, setting down the spatula still in your hand and turning to give him your full attention.

He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to hide his sour mood from you; you’ve gotten very good at picking up on if he’s feeling down, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

“Just the paps,” he shrugs, allowing some of the gray mood he’s in to show through, “They were more… I dunno, aggressive? Today for some reason.”

You let out an aw and pull him in for a hug, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

He shakes his head from where it’s resting on your shoulder, stray strands of hair that came free from your bun tickling his nose.

“It’s not a big deal, I mean… it’s kinda what I asked for, being an actor, right? But it’d be nice to just take a walk in peace every now and then.” He says lightly, though some of the bitterness seeps through in his voice.

You pull away abruptly and take his face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“Austin, listen to me,” you say gently but insistently, “Just because you’re a little famous,” your voice lifts to a teasing lilt for a brief second before returning to its urgent tone, “doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some sense of privacy, or at the very least the chance to walk around without a bunch of people with cameras hounding you. You got that?” Your eyes search his until he nods in understanding, “Good. You deserve to have a normal life, don’t forget that.”

Well-intentioned lecture over, you hop up to sit on the counter, picking up the spatula again. “Wanna help me with these?” You ask, gesturing with the utensil to the remaining cookies on the tray.

Instead of answering, Austin steps forward and wraps you in a hug. Though you’re eye-level with each other now, thanks to the height of the granite counter, Austin dips to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose brushing against your neck. He closes his eyes and inhales, taking in the scent of brown sugar and cinnamon mixing with your vanilla lotion to create what might possibly be his favorite scent on Earth.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He breathes against your skin.

He doesn’t need to say for what.

“Always, Aus,” you whisper in response, lips brushing a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear as your hand comes up to stroke through his hair.

The two of you stay like that for a while, wrapped in a gentle embrace in the kitchen that smells like all the good things in the world put together, only stepping apart when the oven timer goes off to announce that the next batch of cookies is done.

Without prompting, Austin takes out the tray, all traces of his previous sour mood gone as the two of you dance around each other in the kitchen in a perfect display of sweet domesticity.

The outside world might be constantly demanding things from him — the price he had to pay for his dream career — but he could always count on coming home to you: the one person who asked for absolutely nothing but his love, which he happily gave freely and unconditionally.

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#austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #elvis (2022)#elvis 2022 #austin butler

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sunbeamcomfort · 1 year

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pairing: matt murdock/gn!reader words: 1,009. warnings: some brief mentions of blood + injuries, but no details. summary: matt gets back later than usual, more banged up than usual. a little first aid seems in order before he can sleep. good thing you're there to help him, right? (i'm a new blog, so rbs are appreciated!! requests are also v much open so feel free to swing by!)

you had a funny feeling in your gut when you woke up in bed still alone, and the time on your phone read a dim 3:37. it felt a little like a warning, and it was one you heeded, slowly rousing yourself further from sleep and eventually pulling yourself out of bed. for a moment, you considered taking the blanket with you, but you decided against it in the end; too dangerous to have when your goal was to sit on the couch and stay awake.

it was a good thing you did. your phone reads 4:11 when you heard the rooftop door creak open, quiet and careful. but then it stops abruptly, and, a few beats later, you hear a voice call down, "you're awake?"

you turn to look over your shoulder. matt's in the doorway, lips pulled down in a frown, and even with his daredevil helmet on, you can practically see the furrow of his brow in your mind, clear as day.

"i woke up," you explain, "and you weren't back yet. had a funny feeling i should stay awake 'til you came back."

"sweetheart," matt starts.

but you're quick to interrupt him with, "don't 'sweetheart' me, mister. you sound exhausted. come down here and let me take a look at you."

matt's frown deepens, but he doesn't argue. at this point he's learned there's no point to it, not for something like this. he's slow and stiff as he makes his way down the stairs, towards the couch.

"i don't...think i should sit there," says matt. there's a strain to his voice that's hard to miss. "might get blood in the cushions, and you always say it's—"

"'a bitch and a half to get out,'" you both recount at the same time.

matt smiles. you grin.

with a little oof of effort, you get up from the couch, bringing a gentle hand to the small of matt's back and starting to steer him towards the bathroom. there's a quick debate between the two of you on if it'd be better for him to sit on a towel on the floor or to just sit on the closed toilet lid — and the lid wins out. easier for you to reach him (you'll just sit on the edge of the tub), and no towels to scrub blood out of to boot.

helping matt peel himself out of his suit, you murmur to him the whole time. gentle reassurances, promises of getting him patched up and in bed and a nice, tall glass of water to go with the ibuprofen you'll be forcing down his gullet. he laughs, fingers brushing your arm as you slip past him to get the first aid kit from under the sink.

"y'know, having a personal nurse is not something i don't think i'll ever get used to," he says, head turned towards you. he's got his elbow on the counter, cheek in his other hand.

"why? you planning to fire me?" you quip back.

and now his fingers find the small of your back, touch warm, steadying. "not a chance." his hand slides to your hip, squeezing it. "there's only one other nurse in the city that would put up with me for free, but that's past-tense. can't afford t'lose you now."

you turn, fixing an amused look on him. "i don't patch you up for free, babe. i consider the lazy mornings we spend in bed to be equivalent payment. kisses are like a bonus."

"ah," says matt, his hand still heavy on your hip as you stand again, setting the first aid kit on the counter. his grin is lazy -- or maybe it's just tired. "good thing tomorrow's bound to be a lazy morning, huh?"

you snap on a glove as you correct him: "today is bound to be a lazy morning. it's four in the morning, matt."

he huffs out a laugh, shoving playfully at your shoulder. "you're harping on my choice of words when i have blood loss?"

"it's how i check on you! if you're complaining, that means you're still okay!" you say in defense, laughing too.

is it normal to be laughing and joking around while you're patching up your boyfriend's wounds that he got while out on the streets as a vigilante? probably not, no. but there's a lot of things about you and matt that aren't normal. that's something you've long since accepted, and you have no complaints, because there's trust in this -- it's implicit, meaningful. he lets you patch him up, he lets you in on this daredevil secret, because he trusts you, and you trust him. hell, how could you ever complain about that?

...you do complain a little, though. mostly about how damn hard it was to thread the needle so you can stitch up the gash on his side, but matt does it in seconds when it took you minutes of struggling before you gave up.

but once he's stitched up, cleaned off, and chugged half a glass of water to go with the ibuprofen you forced him to take? the two of you climb into bed, just as the sun's starting to rise and the time on your phone reads 5:45.

matt's laying on his side. you slip in behind him, carefully draping your arm over him to avoid the wound you stitched up. he's already breathing slower, softer.

"my alarm's s'posed to go off in an hour," you mumble against the back of his neck. "that's a little messed up."

"did y'turn it off?" he asks, voice just as quiet. his hand closes over yours, but his grip is light.

"mhm," you hum in affirmation. "one lazy morning comin' up, mister murdock."

he doesn't answer beyond a puff of air against your arm.

wow. that's, what, three minutes? probably a new record on how fast he's fallen asleep. you'll have to make him an extra cup of coffee whenever you two finally decide to force yourselves out of bed later, but...that can wait. for now, you're just going to sleep much easier now that matt's in bed with you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock fanfic #i haven't worked out a tagging system yet that's embarrassing #mine*#just that for now. anyways mazel tov to my first fic

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