i'll be back to love you again.

chai - xxv - storage for writes // current fixation: jessica jones + darejones. 

[eddievanmunson]

have Not gotten over this st brainrot and even more so the hellcheer brainrot.

some suggestions of cute ass hellcheer fix:

trailing stars behind us

oh, it’s not real (if you don’t feel it)

fine young cannibals

you see a doll on a music box

pure manic sweetness

In another life

Postscript

[eddievanmunson]

adding!

find my way outta this maze

no need to look so afraid (crown shyness)

[purplelilies]

[eddievanmunson]

5)  sender kisses under receiver’s ear,  right where the jaw and neck connect.  -  matt x  jessica.  ( can't find the prompt i was inspired from but if you recognize it, please link me and i'll add it as credit ! )

his  hand  lies  warmly  on  her  ankle,  thumb  brushing  over  the  jut  of  bone  while  the  sole  of  her  left  foot  presses  against  his  thigh.  it’s  about  as  touchy  as  she  is  in  idle  spaces,  not  exactly  the  curl  up  at  your  side  or  in  your  lap  kind  of  girl.  while  he,  at  his  preference,  was  much  more  tactile,  eager  to  get  what  he  could.  however,  he’s  been  careful  about  it,   following  her  lead   and  what  she’d  allow  in  its  due  time.  though,  they  have  come  to  the  point  where  moments  like  these,  his  hand  falling  to  her  ankle  while  they  each  scanned  through  files  of  their  respective  cases,  wasn’t  such a  big  deal.  

matt’s  brows  rise  in  surprise  though  when  jessica’s  position  shifts,  her  calves  outstretched  now  across  his  lap.  lips  twitch  to  form  a  faint  smile,  his  own  hand  finding  its  new  place  on  her  right  leg,  thumb  pressing  and  massaging  the  supple  flesh  he  grips  there.  his  smile  grows  when  she  gives  a  soft  hum  of  approval,  muscles  relaxing  beneath  his  touch.  

“  you  should  give  it  a  rest  if  you’re  tired. ”

“  i  will  when  you  do,  murdock.  ”  

and,  so  they  slip  into  easy  banter,  biting  and  nipping  at  each  other  until  they  do  end  up  setting  aside  their  work  and  fall  into  actual  conversation. 

 it  often  comes  as  a  surprise  to  one  another  how  naturally  they  weave  and  bob,  creating  a  rhythm  of  their  own  to  go  by.  on  paper,  matt  murdock  and  jessica  jones  definitely  shouldn’t  work,  neither  as  a  team,  as  drinking  buddies,  or  as … whatever  the  hell  they  have  been  for  months  now.  but,  it’s  like  all  those  differences– those  broken  pieces  that  shouldn’t fit— click  together  in  a  way  that’s  led  to  trust.  for  once,  neither  of  them  have  to  explain  themselves.  they  can  just  be.  just  exist.  and  be  understood,  more  or  less.  even  when  they  argue  over  their  differences  in  ideologies,  at  the  end  of  the  day,  there’s  that  strange  feeling  of  reliance,  assurance  that  the  other  would  be  there for  them  if  they  fell.  you  didn’t  need  lots  of  shared  hobbies  and  shared  tastes  in  alcoholic  beverages  to  go  off  of  if  you  had  something  like  that  with  another  person.  

she’s  shifting  beneath  his  touch  again  and  her  legs  lift  away  from  his  lap.  unfocused  gaze  turns  then  head  tilts  to  track  her  movements–  the  creaking  of  the  floorboards  beneath  the  area  rug  as  she  steps  onto  the  floor,  the  slide  of  her  laptop  against  wood  as  she  places  it  down  on  his  coffee table,   and  matthew  hears  her  steps  nearing  him  and  then  just  in  front  of  him.  head  tips  back  as  if  to meet  her  eyes,  but  then,  her  weight  is  on  him  again,  knees  on  either  side  of  his  hips,  thighs  pressed  to  his  when  she  settles  against  his  lap.  

before  he  can  decide  what  to  do,  jessica  takes  his  hands  and  guides  them  to  her  own  hips,  the  swell  of  her  fitting  against  his  palm.  when  his  fingers  curl  and  grip  her  firmly,  he  listens  to  her  breath  hitch  in  her  throat.  fingertips  ache  to  feel  once  more   her  skin  instead  of  the  rough  denim  scraping  against  them  now,  but  again,  all  in  its  due  time.  

for  now,  jessica’s  hands  on  his  shoulders,  bunching  up  his  white  dress  shirt,  and  cherry-flavored  lips  brushing  against  his  own  is  enough  to  alleviate  the  ache. 

everything  intimate  with  her  is  often  hungry  and  rushed,  starved  for  need  but  content  only  to  get  to  the  destination.  so,  he’s  taken  by  surprise  once  more  when  her  lips  simply  seek  out  his  over  and  over  in  languid,  drawn  out  kisses.  her  whiskey-laced  breath  fans  out  hot  and  heavy  as  she  drags  her  mouth  against  his  jawline,  then  just  beneath  his  ear.  her  tongue  darts  out  to  lick  his  earlobe,  sending  a  shiver  sweeping  down  his  spine.  while  rushed  and  hungry  works  in  her  favor,  this  tilts  the  favor  in  his  direction,  his  own  heart  thumping  quicker  in  his  chest  with  every  purposeful  placement  of  her  lips.  

her  name  rumbles  out  of  his  mouth,  hands  finally  delving  beneath  her  tank  top,  seeking  the  warmth  of  her  bare  skin  against   his  palms.  while  his  body  is  riddled  with  scars,  raised  and  gnarled,  hers  is  practically  without  blemish.  

“ come  on,  let’s  go  to  bed.  ”   she  whispers,  teeth  biting  down  on  his  earlobe.  it’s  all  the  incentive  he  needs.

[eddievanmunson]

the way i never continued the love language drabbles but here i am with a new hyperfixation ( or rather an old one that's gained traction once more,,, but i'm not mad about it at all )

[alister-crawley]

Okay, but what about Eddie getting this tattoo for Chrissy OR alternatively, he gets the black one and she gets the pink one so they match

Think about it. I'm so normal about this

[klauscarolove]

Eddie is canonically a hand-writer, meaning he writes or scribbles on his hands. I just feel like he’s writing notes to himself when him an Chrissy hangout:

Chrissy fav flower lilly

Aunt Edna nicer than mom

Learn blondie song!

<3 Hostess ding dongs

Silver Lilac -> Revlon

IU Bloomington, UW Madison, *Chicago State*

Dreamsicles C’s fav

Scared of cats????

Get C more cherry lip smackers yummmm

All the while, Chrissy will be like “Whatcha writing down?” And Eddie always just kinda hides his hand and brushes off with a “oh just something I don’t want to forget later.”

[veronicamarsconfessions]

🎐

[chewbacca]

#(perks of being a wallflower voice): and in that moment i swear we were eddie munson

[harritudur]

Eddie & Chrissy at the Palladium Club, NYC, feb. 1992 (+ the Rolling Stone article about the Lovebirds of Metal  🎸❤️)

[metalandgraphite]

Blue: Eddie

Grey: Chrissy

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Eddie would definitely be the type of boyfriend to play wrestle or play fight with Chrissy while she’s trying to do something

like she’s on the phone while simultaneously doing her makeup for a party they’re going to and he’s pretending to slice her with an imaginary sword, flicking her hair and pulling at her clothes with quiet sound effects that she has to ignore or else she’s going to ruin her lipstick from smiling too hard

or they get back to the trailer after a movie date and she’s telling him her thoughts on it while he does embarrassing karate moves on her the entire time, still actively listening but she’s also his professionally trained enemy right now and if he doesn’t defeat her, the world will come to an end. and she loves him but goddammit Eddie, I’m trying to tell you why I think this happened in the movie!

or she’s reading the nutrition label on a box of cereal in the grocery store and he comes up behind her to slowly and gently put his arm around her shoulders, basically a loving head lock as he pretends to be an assassin, and puts his other arm around her waist to pick her up and carry her away while she laughs and forgets all about the calorie count

and the first time Chrissy does it, he’s sitting near the foot of his bed in his underwear, watching her change into her cute matching pyjama set before she leaps at him, knocking them back onto the bed. he’s ecstatic and grinning ear to ear as they begin to play wrestle, before eventually she has him in a chokehold with her thighs and he happily admits defeat

[agentoutofdiaz]

chuck rewatch » 2.02 | chuck versus the seduction

[hellfirexhoe]

I’ve got no idea why but this particular gif is driving me fucking nuts at the moment like he’s so into it he’s climbing on the table?? Yes baby 😍The sassy little toss of his hair? Perfection.

GIF credit to Katie of @queenincrimson​​

[eddievanmunson]

something about older eddie writing poetry makes me feel some type of way

[tellmeourstoryy]

Chuck just really isn’t like any show out there and it’s such a shame that more people don’t know about it

[maluceh]

no vecna, no bats. just smoothies and dnd talks

[eddyssy]

Your daily reminder that Eddie is very much in love with Chrissy. In another universe where they’ve both survived he is sitting at their small kitchen table, a cigarette is dangling from his lips while he’s cutting an apple for her. It’s early in the morning and the sun is shining through the window. Their orange cat is meowing while Chrissy is preparing coffee for him and tea for herself.

They are together. They are safe.

And they are happy.