#interact and repost please

[cleothebeo]

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Hello, my name is Cleo, and I identify as boyspike. [boyspike is a genderfluid microlabel that describes someone who is most commonly a masculine gender, but randomly and suddenly spikes to a feminine gender before returning to their original gender]

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This is my OC!

I use any pronouns, but I prefer He/him, I am in lots of fandoms, if you don't like a content, just block, don't send hate xx

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Interact:

TTTE fans, South Park Fans, Fnaf fans, Batim Fans, Basically any fandom that isn't problematic.

In between:

7-9 year olds(cause there might be gore in here.) People who support problematic creators, People who don't add TW in gore or inappropriate content.

DNI:

Pedophiles, Proshippers, Homophobes, People who normalize Blackface, Incest shippers, Gacha haters(cause there's gonna be lots of gacha content here) Problematic people, and people who like to pressure others.

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ACCOUNT2: @cleoleftthebeo

Stories:

[teenythings]

pastel rainbows :}

[sincerelyyellingback]

junie b jones is a radfem queen 🥰

Apparently, tumblr now deletes reblogs of your original posts off of OTHER people's blogs when they terminate you 🙃 So I'm reposting my Junie B. Jones covers, and I've added two new ones!!

[hardleywhelmed]

I've spent an hour scouring this guy's blog and there's ALWAYS something else omfg. My brain is mush but I cans stop the tea is just so SCALDING

[missingn000]

hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!

link

playlist

happy reading!

[brights-place]

Hi! Could I request a brozone PDA with s/o. How they deal with affection in public and private. They're all touch-starved and I can just imagine JD being crazy affectionate both in and out of public. Constant teasing and whatnot. And branch is definitely a more private guy.

Brozone PDA Headcannons

Pairing: Brozone X S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: FLUFF! YIPPEEE

A/N: Oh yes PDA headcannons with them <33 okay! lets do this YAYYY ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

John Dory/JD

- DEAR GOD! HE LOVES SHOWING AFFECTION! but the thing is hey he may have been in the wild since he left brozone but he's the THIRD most affectionate I mean all of them are touch starved and want PDA but he's the third in the list - John is very affectionate and physical in regards to PDA - He was forced to grow up pretty quick when he was younger it's shown and known! He was the oldest of five and it didn't seem like any of them had parents to fall back during their childhood they only had their grandma so he has lacked physical affection

- tries to act tougher in public but when both of you are alone he’s a total sweetheart.

- He likes to sneak up behind you and surprise you with hugs or kisses

- He is not shy about expressing his affection for someone, especially you and often leaves what he calls "romantic notes" and small gifts behind when its actually something he found in the forest that he found was cool

- He is always holding hands or hugging his partner, and is not shy about kissing either.

- John is a very affectionate person and appreciates receiving affection as well - He'll often lean into you, nuzzling up against them, as well as giving out kisses and hugs when he can do that

- John's favorite thing to do when they are in private is cuddle up with his partner and just relax together.

- Adores touching you. not even sexually, but always has an arm around you, hugs you from behind, an arm around your waist, a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc.

Spruce/Bruce

- Bruce doesn't mind PDA, he'll randomly kiss you in public, hug you, and hold you close. He doesn't care who sees.

When you're walking on a sidewalk, he'll always push you on the inside so you're away from the cars - Loves to try new things with you and make memories - Whether it's food, movies, or something to spice up the bedroom, the man will never say no to trying something at least once

- Kisses with him are always longing, and always want you leaving more

- He's surprisingly amazing at giving massages

- Whenever you guys go out, he always orders something you like for his meal, in case you don't like yours

- adores doing domestic stuff with you! helping you do chores grocery shopping, cooking, baking, and even doing laundry with you as he makes sure most of them would smell good - shows you off anywhere and everywhere. literally anyone who’s ever spoken to him knows you because he’s always talking about you.

Clay

- Probably second last on the PDA list on who craves it the most to the least

- Clay is a bit awkward when it comes to physical affection due to his lack of experience with it in the past and the amount he had lacked yet he still craves it - Despite this, Clay is a very affectionate person and craves being close to the people he cares about especially you. - Clay has a hard time expressing himself physically and may be a bit shy when it comes to initiating PDA

- However, once he feels comfy with you Clay will likely be a very affectionate partner who is not afraid to show his love and appreciation through physical touch

-Due to his lack of affection throughout the past twenty years. Clay is not familiar with physical affection but may seek it out when he feels comfortable and safe with a person AKA YOU! and Viva but MOSTLY YOU! :>>

- Clay may have difficulties opening up and may withdraw when feeling vulnerable.

- Clay's physical affection is likely to be reserved and may take the form of hugging, hand holding, or other simple gestures. - When he is stressed he comes over and holds your hand and asks for some kisses

Floyd

- He’s literally so male wife coded. would get all flustered and shy when you compliment him - cuddles up to you and let’s you play with his hair

- when you let him lay his head on your chest and won’t ever admit it out loud but loves when you’re the big spoon and would love when you hold him tightly

- hiding behind your shoulder or hiding his face in your neck with his arms wrapped around you. - Kisses with him are always longing and loving as you hold each other close - Floyd doesn’t mind you teasing him either.. he’ll get all pouty and shy before kissing your cheek

-He is clingy and wants to spend as much time as possible with you

-He is very physically affectionate and will constantly seek physical touch

-He will send you love songs constantly because he says that they remind him of you

- Floyd is not afraid to show his love for others in public, and he's not shy about expressing himself in terms of physical contact.

- Floyd is also likely to engage in little gestures like whispering sweet nothings into your ear or giving you an kiss

Branch

- It takes branch a while to open up to you, but once he does? He's yours forever! LIKE HE WILL CLING TO YOU SO MUCH! - He has been in an bunker hidden from the world and would only come out to collect resources he is the number one touched starve troll! - branch is more of a listener than a talker and he is damn good at listening he will remember everything

- Branch is not big on PDA in public but he doesn't mind holding your hand out in public secretly when nobody is looking or locking each others pinkies together

- This man is loyal as hell! You will NEVER catch him looking anyway at anyone the way he looks at you. - You always have to be within his line of sight. He always wants to make sure you're safe he's scared you'd be taken hell if you even leave him... he can't be abandoned again

- In Public he doesn't do much literally wont even touch you maybe every now and then give you and quick kiss on your cheek when no one is looking

- No person's beauty in his mind will ever compare to yours he'd stare at you with love and admiration

- You'd be able to find his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s near you, sometimes with a little squeeze to your hip as he passes by

- kisses in front of anyone are extremely rare like REALLY! FUCKING RARE

- Once your in private though? He will grab your waist for hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc.

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[mikesbasementbeets]

byler in every episode -> 3.06. e pluribus unum

[t-u-i-t-c]

"Supreme Justice, would your neutrality really waver over just a cup of tea?"

[thefrogdalorian]

I think on this fine Saturday afternoon it's a good opportunity to take a breather and remember that there are really no ethical paparazzi pictures. Every single one is inherently exploitative.

Just because photos were taken on a movie set, when someone is 'working,' does not make the practice any less invasive and creepy. Imagine just going about your day, doing your job and having some weirdo snapping pictures of you to sell without your consent for others to endlessly repost online.

There are thousands of pictures of your favourite actor online already. Plenty taken with his knowledge and consent. I'd really like to see more of them on my dash, rather than the creeper shots.

And don't get me started how disseminating these pictures directly leads to people going to said sets. What starts off as admiring how good someone looks has real world implications.

No, hanging around a movie set and disrupting people doing their jobs is not harmless fun or a way to show your appreciation.

If you hang around a movie set, you are a stalker.

Don't tell me that it's okay to take your online admiration for someone offline. You may admire him but he does not, and will never, personally know you. He will never be your friend/boyfriend/daddy. He is a stranger.

The only way meeting your favourite actor is going to happen is at a convention or maaaaaybe a movie premiere if you're incredibly fortunate. You know, places they appear specifically to meet fans (or not in the case of premieres, where the purpose is to promote a movie. Which is also completely understandable if actors don't stop. You are not owed an interaction).

Of course, you cannot help it if you randomly run into someone you admire in the wild. Even then, consider that they probably won't be all too thrilled to be approached in public by a complete stranger. It's up to you to gauge the situation, but remember there is a person at the heart of all of this.

Boundaries and respect are a kindness which deserves to be extended to each and every human being regardless of their looks/talent/fame/wealth.

Fandoms blur those lines a little too often for my liking and I think just scrutinising what you're interacting with, or what behaviour you could be possibly falling down that slippery slope towards is nice to do every once in a while.

I mean no malice with this post and it is not directed at anyone in particular. It's something I cannot help but feel strongly about because I've seen this destructive cycle time and again in fandoms over the years. It's not healthy and it makes us all a little bit more disconnected from our humanity for it...

[allgremlinart]

ppl r posting ur art on tiktok with cred idk if ur cool w that

Hi! A moot dmed me already about this and thank you too for letting me know -

I may have said before that I was fine if people reposted my sfw art to Pinterest with credit (cus its. Pinterest.) or to non-english/international sites with credit but I might switch to just a broad "no reposting" policy if this ever happens again because.

not TikTok good god good FUCKING god NOT TIKTOK ANYWHERE BUT TIKTOK DO NOT PUT MY SHIT ON TIKTOK GOD IN HEAVEENNNN NOT THERE

[cleothebeo]

Sequel.

In the land of 𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧, there are seven narrow gauge engines who work in the blue Mountain quarry, and The Skarloey Railway, Their names are: Skarloey, Rheneas, Sir Handel, Peter Sam, Rusty, Duncan, and Luke, They had been working in the blue Mountain quarry and Skarloey Railway for a long time.

But these months, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩.

There were a lot of trucks they had to pull, Some had broken down from pulling too much, Some were complaining about the extra work and late work hours they had to do.

They all are exhausted everyday, They loved their jobs, but there were too much! So Mr Percival decided to do something..

𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔..

"Oh, Shush Merlin!" Merlin's twin, Acorn spoke.

"It's true! If you stay on the turntable when there's a windy storm, then it will spin!" Merlin said.

"I don't think we're even ALOUD to work at windy days.." Said Acorn.

Merlin was about to speak, until Acorn's and Merlin's Driver came

"Hey, Acorn and Merlin!" Dillon, Acorn's driver said.

"Oh, Hey Dill! What's up?" Said Merlin.

"Acorn's gonna work at a island called 'Sodor', and on a railway named 'The Skarloey Railway', and 'The blue Mountain quarry'." Neil, Merlin's driver spoke.

"Skarloey Railway? Is it like Talyllyn Railway? Since Skarloey and Talyllyn are well known twins.." Acorn questioned, raising a brow.

The drivers nodded in sync.

"Wait.. What about me?" Merlin asked.

"Sorry Merlin, Your not coming."

"But.. Acorn's my twin! He's never been out of Lynton before, Where is he supposed to go?!" Said Merlin.

"Don't worry, a standard gauge will pick em' up."

"Oh.. Well.. I guess this is goodbye, Acorn." Said Merlin sadly, as Acorn frowned.

"Yeah.. I guess it is.. But, Our drivers can send letters to each other, right? And tapes, We can still keep in contact." Said Acorn, trying to lighten his twins mood.

"Yeah, but don't you 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 forget me!"

"Forget you? I won't forget you, Merlin, We have grown up together, worked with each other, and bond with eachother everyday! There's 𝙣𝙤 way I would forget ya!" Acorn said.

Merlin looked at Acorn, and smiled.

"I won't forget ya too, now come on! Let's get workin' before you go!"

Merlin said, making Acorn smile brightly, and they went along with their day, working and shunting, pulling and hauling.

Until.. The standard gauge loco came.

The standard gauge seemed to be a Little River Railroad 4-6-2 No. 110, painted in a sapphire blue colour.

"Hello, Merlin! Hi Acorn!" Said the engine.

"Hello, Casper..!" Merlin and Acorn said in sync.

"Are ya ready for a new adventure, Acorn?"

"I'm sure am!" Acorn said, before looking at his brother who'd smile sadly.

"Well, This is goodbye, Acorn, I don't think working here will be the same without you.."

"..i'll miss you." Merlin continued sadly.

"I'll miss you too, but things never stay the same, don't they?" Replied Acorn who looked at his brother with sympathy, he felt bad for Merlin.

"..yeah.." Merlin mumbled.

"Don't forget me, okay? And, even if I'm far away, I'll 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 be your twin." Acorn said, before smiling softly at Merlin, who did the same.

Acorn was loaded up into the flatbed, And he whistled his whistle at his brother for the 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, as his brother did the same, and they set off into the sunset.. Heading off to a new adventure..

[sincerelyyellingback]

[elytraes]

hi there! fallout and poppy playtime ch.3 have not escaped my mind so i’m combining them. just imagine the factory moved to nevada-

in this au, the bombs would’ve dropped and, well, a while passed before the beginning events of new vegas sprung. valor would’ve stumbled in the factory, killed huggy and been recruited by poppy and then it goes on from there. valor would’ve met dogday afterwards.

valor is very much meant to be the protagonist of new vegas, rather than poppy playtime just to be clear! and i changed their courier number for reasons, it’ll hopefully make more sense.

anyway, i need more vengeful and angry dogday in the space so i made him that way. dw he’s very much a loveable guy.. just with some unhealthy doses of rage in him :)

uhh i haven’t really thought a lot of this out and there were some doodles that were gonna put out with this but just accept this for now.

[brights-place]

do you mind doing a Branch x rock troll reader?

Branch dating an Rock troll! S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry for the late post I've been kind of busy hon! anyways take the request! <33

- He met you when poppy introduced you to him since you were going to be helping him expand the structures of pop village - Branch would be confused at first when he realize he likes you - You slowly started to bond after awhile of hanging out and him learning about your genre as he told you about his back. - It's known pop Troll is extremely happy, strives happiness and seeks fun above all things which is so like them but its also true that they are prone to absolute panic when things go wrong, often overreacting in a comical way - But branch didn't have that atrribute well he had the panicking bit but the happy and fun part? that was... uhmmmm yeah no - Branch takes awhile to open up to you especially after well The Rock world tour - I mean come on! Barb was leading an world tour and all the crimes she has committed has changed his whole view of rock trolls though he is trying to welcome them slowly - This Dude Is Autism Coded you can’t change my mind! (I’m autistic) - Attempted world domination, Attempted cultural genocide, Hate crimes, Terrorism, Piracy, Malefic, War crimes, Crimes against trollkind, Mass invasion, Mass kidnapping, Serial grand larceny, Mass brainwashing, Unlawful imprisonment, Abuse of power, Conspiracy, Psychological abuse, Extortion, Minor arson, Assault and battery, Mass property destruction, Attempted mass slavery, Corruption, and Public endangerment! He has an whole list of crimes that were committed by barb

- Though after awhile of hanging around you he couldn’t help but feel relaxed and allowed you to touch stuff in his bunker

- He Let you meet Gary and you are the only one allowed to hold Gary and know everything about him. (Gary from trollstopia if you know)

- Branch enjoys how you listen to him when he rants about things

- You were so worried when he said he would drink his own sweat which you told him not too and is unhygienic

- After awhile he would notice subtle things about you and would learn more about you and your hobbies which poppy pointed out was kind of weird for branch since he never does that for other trolls a lot but him doing that for you? Poppy smirked - He fell for an ROCK TROLL! - This man was so confused and questioning himself as you were standing in front of him telling him about your new song that you wrote and were gonna preform with Petra, Romper and Rose - He was an pop troll... you were an rock troll you were different!

- Branch would listen to you about speaking about your genre and you listen about pop genre aswell - You two would do duet songs of rock songs and pop songs but if you could convince him to sing rock songs with you he would try... It turns out he’s good at it

- You teach him some Rock n Roll greetings and handshakes which he got used to

- He did the handshake infront of poppy doing the rock n roll greeting handshake with Riff and Barb who laughed and they told him where you were which made branch flustered

- Poppy stared at him with sparkling eyes squealing questioning if you two were dating which you weren’t… Yet!

- If Branch ever found something that would suite you for example some studded belts or leather braclets he would think of you and would buy it

- Whenever you meet up he would always have an gift that reminded him of you

- His love language is Acts of Service, Quality time and sometimes Gift giving

- Though he wouldn’t mind some affection from you since whenever you see him you hug him tightly

- Introvert X Extrovert type of bond!

- You are his opposite and that’s what he loves about you

- Your smile your laugh and yes you may be different genres but he loves you so much because of it.

- Your comfortable in your own shell and you help him to become comfortable with himself aswell!

- branch is thankful for you though you mainly come to his bunker then he comes to volcano rock city since he finds it hard to breathe due to well the lava and Asch along with the foggy presence

- Though he will visit if you can’t come if your sick or your doing an show

- He stared up at you when you were on stage signing while playing your guitar while maintaining eye contact with him

- After the show was done you rushed to him hugging him squealing excitedly glad he came to see your show

- He couldn’t help but stare at you with an spake in his eyes which you returned before leaning in kissing eachother with an smile on both your lips

- Barb coughed into your hand as you giggled while branch hid his face in your shoulder grumbling

- “Love you” Branch muttered as you smiled back “I love you too”

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

wrath (noun): uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. in its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate

cw: rough sex, unhealthy relationships, blood, unsafe sex, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, angst (????) on accident, probably more tbh they genuinely fucking hate each other in this universe

This thing they’d had going on for three months now really had started off fun.

It started out soft and sweet. Stolen kisses in the back of The Hideout, quick, messy blowjobs in the backseat of Steve’s car, booty calls late at night when one or the other couldn’t sleep.

He can’t really identify what went wrong or when. All Steve knows is that the butterflies that he used to get when Eddie came around have turned and twisted into something sharp and heavy. Now when they’re within earshot of each other it's all biting insults and low-blows.

Somewhere along the line, the happiness that Eddie planted in his heart morphed into bitter resentment. But Steve’s nothing if not self-sacrificial, and the sex was too good to give up. Who is he to deny himself of the only good thing Eddie has left to offer him? So now he finds himself shoved into bar bathrooms and left high and dry, bruises mottled up and down his chest and dark bags under his eyes from a fitful sleep. Somehow he’s convinced himself it's better than nothing.

On nights where he can’t shake the memory of Eddie’s lips on his and his heart fluttering pretty and soft, he goes out. 

He goes out to a seedy club and he finds someone that he won’t remember the name of in the morning and he tries anything to clear his mind. Nothing’s ever as good.

Tonight he’s found himself a few beers deep and tracing water stains on the bar top at some place he’s never been just outside of town. He’d spent the last ten minutes or so talking to a guy that looked like he’d show him a good enough time. Dark, curly hair cut so that it flopped down into his face, pretty blue eyes that went a shade darker when they looked Steve over, and a shirt cut low enough that Steve could see ink swirl across his collarbones in vines and leaves. 

Steve thinks his name is Adam, but he wasn’t really listening and still really isn’t. He’s found that a few soft laughs and hums while guys talk is usually enough to feign interest long enough to coax them to a bathroom. 

This guy, Adam maybe, is about two seconds away from dragging him there himself, he can tell. It’s written all over his body language. Steve smiles his prettiest smile and flutters his eyelashes.

But as soon as he opens his mouth to purr something like “Do you want to get out of here?” There are strong arms snaking around his waist and teeth scraping at his throat and Steve’s blood runs hot in an instant. He’s well-accustomed to it no longer being a good sensation.

Steve shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can muster and it all goes red before he even hears his chuckle.

“Strike out again, Harrington? I made it just in time then, huh sweetheart,” Eddie coos in a tone dripping with condescension.

He’s on his feet and shoving at Eddie’s chest with enough force he knows it’ll bruise, sees it knock the wind out of him a bit. Gets right up in his face and would do anything to rip that self-satisfied smirk right off of it.

“You miserable fucking prick,” he spits, uncaring of the way Eddie flinches back the tiniest bit. “I was not striking out, and I never am! And yet here you come acting like you’re saving some damsel in distress when it’s you crawling back to me. Every. Single. Time,” he punctuates with jabs to his chest. 

Eddie’s smile doesn’t leave as he huffs a laugh. His tongue swipes across sharp, sharp teeth and he leers at Steve with narrowed eyes. Predatory in a way Steve liked once upon a time but now makes him want to punch out his teeth. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he looks entirely too comfortable with the fact that he just ruined Steve’s night. Again.

“God, sweetheart. You’re so wound up,” he whispers, face pinching up in faux concern. He brings his hands up to smooth down Steve’s biceps and digs his fingers in tight enough that he doesn’t budge with Steve’s attempts at shaking him off. “Tell me. When was the last time someone fucked you good enough that you remembered his name the next morning, now be honest.” He leans in close and that smirk is back and Steve hates it. “You can say it was me, honey. It’ll be our little secret.” 

And Steve’s seeing red again because he’s right. 

It was him. It’s always him and probably always will be. 

He gets back up in his space once more and makes sure he’s looking at his eyes when he whispers a sharp “Fuck. You.”

And it's only for a split second but he swears he sees hurt flash through brown eyes. Gone in an instant and replaced with a real, raw indifference that Steve thinks might be worse. 

He feels a hand at the back of his neck and Eddie’s lips brush his ear. 

“Yours or mine?”

And it was always going to go like this. Steve’s not under any illusions. Knew this time wouldn’t be different. But it still stings the way that he knows in an alternate universe that question might’ve been accompanied with giggles and a kiss. 

But then he remembers the way that Eddie looked so proud when Steve first said he hated him and the rage is back ten-fold.

He turns on his heel and knows he’s being followed.

“Yours. Don’t want you in my fucking house.”

*****

Steve’s got Eddie’s wrists pinned to the wall above his head and his teeth raking down his neck. Wants to leave a mark. A memory. 

He hears Eddie gasp as Steve’s hips shove hard against his own and he shoves harder in retaliation.

“Remember when you used to kiss me?” Steve asks, Eddie’s breath against his face enough to pull some bricks from the walls he’s spent months building.

He feels more than hears Eddie’s hum. Feels his knee come up to shove him backwards until he’s the one pressed against the wall, face turned sideways and arms pinned behind his back.

“Yeah sweetheart.” He leans in to bite at Steve’s ear and make him hiss.

Steve’s grinning, ugly and mean when he grits out “Worst decision of my fucking life.”

But now Eddie’s the one smirking, he can hear it when he speaks. “Mine too. Liked my life a lot better when I didn’t know what you taste like.”

Steve aims for the shin when he bucks a foot backwards, nails it if Eddie’s grunt is anything to go by. He spins around and shoves at Eddie hard enough to send them both to the floor, grateful for a second the fact that his muscle mass makes it easy to manhandle his way into what he wants. 

He laughs, loud and fake. “Now see, that I just don’t believe, Eddie.” He’s got his eyebrows raised high and pout on his lips and he knows what’s coming and he relaxes into it.

And yeah maybe Steve’s strong, but Eddie knows him. Knows when his guard is down. He gets his knees up around Steve’s hips and flips them over, Steve’s back against the ground and there’s the fury Steve’s been after. Been trying to bring it out all night.

Eddie’s got a ringed hand pressed tight against Steve’s throat when he finally lets himself feel. Feel good the way only Eddie can make him. Lets the fight drain out of him as his vision goes spotty. Eddie’s spitting words in his face, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” and saliva into his mouth and it’s so bad-good.

His next breath is heaving as he comes back down and Eddie’s already standing and walking away. 

“Get up. I don’t have all night.”

And now that he’s got Eddie mad, got him fired up, he knows he can let himself go. Lets himself fall even though he knows Eddie’s not going to catch him. Thinks it's worth it until it's not. Until tomorrow when he remembers the way he and Eddie won’t look at each other when their friends are around. They way they don’t talk.

Because this is how it's always going to go. He’s going to let Eddie rile him up, make his sharp, heavy butterflies flutter out in words he thinks he doesn’t really mean. He’s going to push and push and push until Eddie breaks. And even though he started it, Eddie always will. Break, that is. He’ll break out of his self-assured, indifferent asshole persona and he’ll turn into something real and mean. Someone that hates Steve back. 

Steve thinks it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

There’s nothing gentle about the way Eddie stretches him open. The way he smacks the inside of Steve’s thigh hard enough it leaves a welt the shape of his hand. 

He’s got two fingers inside him and Steve feels so good and he can’t help but talk. Head thrown back, words fall from his lips between desperate moans. 

“Hate you so fucking much.”

A smack to his ass and a dejected huff. 

“Yeah. I know you do sweetheart."

Steve groans in annoyance but his back arches all the same.

“Hate it when you call me that.”

And he’s not looking but he knows Eddie is rolling his eyes. 

“I know you do, baby.”

And there’s tears pricking at the back of his eyes because sure he really does hate this man. Really does think he’d have been better off never meeting him. But all he can hear when Eddie calls him “baby” is the way he used to say it through laughter against his skin.

He knows he’s pouting but he thinks he deserves it with the bitter memories he’s fighting away. “Hate that even worse.”

Eddie pulls his fingers out and crawls up his body to squeeze at his cheeks until he fishmouths.

“I know. Now shut up and stop crying. You wanted me mean and you’ve fucking got it baby.”

Steve gasps high in his throat when Eddie grabs him by his hips and flips him onto his belly and something about this flavor of anger Eddie’s wearing sets Steve off again. But this time his anger isn’t a facade. It's raw and real and it's hurt that got brushed aside and became something else entirely.

“Hate what we could’ve been. Hate that I hate you.” He says into a pillow.

He hears Eddie groan and not in a good way. In the way he does when he’s annoyed. He feels his weight lay over his back and his hand on the inside of his thigh yanking upward and open.

“Well I hate that you don’t know when to stop talking." He grits out and the pressure as he presses inside Steve is enough to make him white out.

By the time he builds up a bruising rhythm, punching Steve’s breath out of him on every thrust, he’s talking again.

“Could’ve given you everything you wanted sweetheart,” and his tone is so patronizing, “But it just wasn’t fucking enough was it?”

And Steve’s barely holding on to his consciousness through the pressure deep in his guts and the hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down. But he’s still got enough wherewithal that that strikes a chord.

Because no, having Eddie behind closed doors wasn’t enough. And Eddie knows that. He knows how that hurt him and chooses to use it against him anyway.

His voice is muffled into the pillow and broken up by whimpers and whines but he speaks anyway.

“Well it wasn’t my– shit, so good. Wasn’t my pride that got in the way.”

Eddie’s hips slow to a deep grind and freeze pressed to the hilt.

The hand at the back of Steve’s neck slides to the front and yanks him up on his knees, pressed against Eddie’s chest.

His chest is heaving where its plastered to Steve’s back and his voice rumbles through them both.

“Maybe not. But it was you that kept your mouth shut and made it my fault.”

Steve goes to argue but gets cut off by the sharp stinging of teeth breaking the skin against his shoulder blade. His breath goes ragged on a shriek and his vision whites out around the edges. Eddie’s shoving him back down, ass-up and face smushed sideways. His hand slips up and pries his mouth wide open and shoves in hard, stopping anything he could possibly say. Steve’s eyes are wide where he’s staring, gone glassy and wet.

“And it looks like now you don’t know how to do that, do you baby?” He asks.

And he’s got his fingers down his throat and his dick shoved deep.

There’s blood dripping from his teeth in that sharp, bitter smile. And he’s so pretty. And Steve hates him.

He chokes around his fingers on a sob as Eddie picks up his pace again.

Hates that it feels so good.

Hates that he comes back for this.

Hates that Eddie’s right.

Because maybe he can’t pinpoint when or where things went south, but he knows it has everything to do with the way he started needing more and not asking for it. Knows Eddie was letting him figure it out on his own. And instead of just going for it, he knows he started blaming.

So maybe he does hate Eddie. Hates him for the way he didn’t push him when he knew he needed it. Hates that he still uses him like this. 

But he really hates himself. Because he could’ve had what he wanted but he didn’t take it.

(Hates that tomorrow he’ll forget this all again, too far in his head and in the feeling of Eddie taking what he wouldn’t give. He’ll forget it all and go back to hating him again.)

A sharp smack to the outside of his thigh brings him barreling back down into reality and it's Eddie’s words that send him hurdling into release.

“Here you fucking go again with the crying. God I hate that you’re so fucking pretty.”

Steve hates that that’s what does it for him. Hates that his crying is what does it for Eddie. Hates the way he’s filled up and will have to go home messy, the way Eddie pulls out of him and throws him his clothes.

He hears the flick of a lighter and Eddie’s heavy inhale from far away.

“I assume you can show yourself out.”

As Steve pulls his shirt over his head and wipes the tear tracks from his face he thinks “Yeah. This is why I hate him.”

And from the other side of the room Eddie thinks that if Steve would say half of the things that run through his mind with Eddie inside him, maybe they wouldn’t hate each other at all.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"That's all wrong!"