#on every level

[dapandapod]

Swimming trunk mishaps

Happy birthday @firefly-party my lovely wifi!! Truthfully, this is not the actual gift, but a mini one to cover up my poor poor time management... Based on true events, read more about that on Ao3.... WELL anyway, enjoy this little madness <3

On Ao3 here

Eddie has never been to a waterpark.

First of all, chlorine is terrible for the metal look. Secondly, swimming trunks are superior to speedos. Alright, that depends on the person, but mostly, no, speedos are a sin not even Eddie will commit.

Steve, however, is welcome to.

From the shade of a parasol and with a sugary, overpriced drink in his hand, Eddie watches over his sunglasses how Steve stretches before diving into the pool. He is not the only one watching, go figure, but sue him, it's a nice view.

Eddie is perfectly happy wearing trunks, however, black one with skulls, thank you very much.

The water park they are in has two diving towers and three water slides, a kiddie pool where Eddie very graciously pointed Dustin and the gang (who ignored him) and an exercise pool, where Steve of course started their day.

Robin is to Eddie's left, sipping her own drink and looking at the people around them.

"We are a looong way from Kansas, Toto," Eddie smirks, noticing how Robin's gaze follows a brown haired woman in a black swimming suit.

"Shut up," Robin hisses back, smacking him with the book she was pretend-reading to and fro for the last twenty minutes. "And stop staring at Steve. It's gross."

"Nah," Eddie's smirk turns into a grin. "We are here to enjoy ourselves, are we not?"

Robin mock gags, then immediately stops as the brunette from before turns to look at her.

Not long after, Steve makes an appearance again, hair slicked back and skin glistening in the sun, which is a kind way of saying he is sopping wet.

"Bet you don't dare go down that water slide," Steve challenges them both, and Eddie makes a show of looking down his nose over his sunglasses.

"Not everybody lost their brain cells in high school, baby," Eddie drawls.

"Lost mine to Russians," Robin says easily, which is a wild thing to say, standing up and putting her things aside.

"Fiiiine," Eddie sighs, then suddenly sprints towards the line to the waterslide to be there first.

A life guard yells at him not to run, but Eddie makes it before the other and stands in line victoriously.  When the other two catch up to him, Eddie gives a graceful bow.

"Ladies first," and allows Robin to step in front of him. "You too, princess," Eddie winks at Steve, who rolls his eyes and brings his speedo-covered ass before Eddie in the line, just as planned.

Which in this case means having Steve's well shaped ass at eye level as they climb the stairs to the... admittedly very, very high water slide.

The speedos in question have been traveling, to Eddie's complete delight, but Steve soon ruins the show.

He pulls at them, and for a moment Eddie sees more than any bystander should see, before snapping back into place, decidedly out of ass crack territory.

Of course Steve notices him staring, to which Eddie feels his face flush as Steve smirks at him.

As much as Eddie bickers and teases, Steve never shoots him down, which gives him a thrill each time, and pushes him to grow bolder.

Some time ago, Steve came to terms with liking both genders, and since then, Eddie has upped his game.

From the top, Eddie can see most of the park. He notices Dustin, the little shit, stealing Eddie's towel and running off with it. As Robin gets into position on the slide, getting instructions from the staff on how to sit, Eddie plots revenge.

Robin falls down the slide with a loud "IIIIIIEEE" sound, and they both watch her flail as the slide lunges her into the air for a few seconds, before landing with a big splash.

Steve is next in line, all long, tanned limbs as he sits down, the water rippling over him as he sits as instructed.

Just before sliding down, Steve turns to give Eddie a wink, which almost makes his heart stop, then Steve is gone with a whoop.

Eddie watches him go with decidedly less flailing, and Steve makes a half turn before he dives into the pool below.

"Alright sir, please sit down like on the picture and hold on to the handles until the light is green," Eddie is told by the bored employee. He sits down, water cold against his skin, and the current strong.

The drop is... more significant when you sit in this angle, but Eddie swallows hard and grits his teeth. No more Eddie the coward.

When the light turns green, Eddie pulls himself down the slide. The water splashes up on his face, hitting him in the face and making him splutter.

The extra speed from hoisting himself forward puts him off balance, and the ride is decidedly less graceful than planned. He feels himself shift, the currents tugging at his hair, his trunks, water finding its way up his nose.

The last dip before the slide angles up to toss him into the air, Eddie realizes he's in trouble. Apparently he doesn't have enough core strength to keep his torso straight, and he feels himself fold in half, knees coming up somewhere around his ears. For a moment he is airborne, and his back stings as he breaks the surface with a loud splash.

The world goes muffled and loud, and it takes him a second to locate what is up and what is down. He manages mainly by someone grabbing his arm and tugging him upwards, and with a gasp to rival any mermaid, Eddie emerges, hair sticking to his eyes and face, making breathing so much harder.

Steve quickly pulls him away from the landing area, and not being a water creature, Eddie clings to him. So much for having all his brain cells.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods, dipping his head under water to slick his hair back and out of his face instead.

When he comes up again, Steve is grinning at him, but not the good kind of grin.

"So. Got some manscaping done, huh?" Steve asks, and all the color drains from Eddie's face.

He thought  the pool was a little too cold, that his legs were a little too free. Looking down only confirms it.

Black skull trunks gone .

"Fuck fuck fuck, shit, Jesus, fuck, shit," Eddie mumbles, like the wordsmith he is, letting go of Steve to cover himself with his hands, looking around desperately for his swimming trunks. There is no way he can get out of the pool like this, and fucking Dustin took his fucking towel, shit!

"Didn't think I'd get to see that before the third date," Steve says casually, and Eddie's neck does a turn that would make the girl in The Exorcist proud,  staring at Steve in complete and utter disbelief.

"I just showed my entire ass and then some to the entire water park," Eddie informs Steve, as if he wasn't there, because maybe he wasn't, or he landed on his head somehow.

"Yeah, man. Never quite saw that diving style before. Ass first, family jewels second. You need more sun, you’re way too pale."

Eddie opens and closes his mouth a few times, and is saved from a comeback when Robin comes over to them with, thank Christ, his black trunks with skulls.

"I think I prefer no brain cells to no swimming trunks," Robin says cheerily, decidedly not looking in his direction while holding up the trunks somewhere to Eddie's far left. "This is why I'm gay, by the way."

"Hey," Eddie protests, snatching the trunks from her and struggles to put them on without hopefully more people noticing.

"Me too," Steve grins, meeting Eddie's eyes again, and Robin mock gags, back still turned.

They don't go down the slide again, but Eddie manages to take his vengeance on the towel thief by breaking into Dustin's locker and dipping all his socks in water before putting them back and locking it again to cover his tracks. He is a professional after all.

He is about to leave when Steve comes into the changing rooms, quickly looks around, and pulls Eddie into one of the small, messy bathrooms.

He doesn't protest, allowing himself to be tugged along, and when Steve locks the door behind them and pushes Eddie up against it, kissing him deeply, Eddie protests even less. Warm skin pressed against his own, hot lips teasing his open, swallowing the low groan that escapes him, Eddie is dizzy with the turn of events but he sure as fuck is not complaining.

They can't stay long, but Steve holds him there long enough to get his point across, Eddie's hands on his lower back, just teasing the hem of his speedos. Steve shows no such mercy, he pushes a leg between Eddie's knees and dives his hands into his trunks, palming at Eddie's ass.

"Been wanting to do that for months ," Steve murmurs against his cheek, giving a pleased sound as Eddie returns the favor, grabbing the globes of his ass and grinding against him.

"Got some catching up to do, baby," Eddie agrees, feeling himself grow a semi, which is not a good thing while in a water park.

After a few minutes, Steve lets him out, but remains in the bathroom to cool off.

Robin eyes Eddie suspiciously when he returns, most likely noticing how his lips are swollen and how he is walking three feet off the ground with giddiness.

"Ew," is all she has to say about it, and when Steve comes back out with a matching look, she repeats it, louder. "EW."

All in all, water park day was a success. Dustin managed to put on one sock before noticing it was wet, Robin somehow (read; Steve's fantastic wingman skills) got the number to the browned haired girl she was drooling over most of their visit, and Eddie, well.

Eddie is having a visitor over tonight.

[elodieunderglass]

Mouse (1) is following in the skilled nonverbal communication steps of Bear(7) who never bothered to use more than one word until they were 3. By pointing, gesturing and saying “namnamnam” and “Ticky,” while leaning heavily on my parental psychic powers, Mouse clearly indicated “I want to feed a piece of ham to the chickens.” And so I gave them a piece of ham and opened the door, and that is exactly what they did. How precisely “nam nam , Ticky” tells me this, I could not say. And that is presumably why Mouse is going to follow the pattern of Bear.

[thatcoyperson]

In Stars and Time...

[skyfallscotland]

“Amy, how are you?” “Good, excited, kinda feel like I might cry” “Oh, please don’t cry??”

WHY AM I LIKE THIS?????? 🫠🫠

[vt-scribbles]

Please still be here in 4 years.

Please.

[fooltofancy]

it's eurgh.

[heretherebedork]

Chu Yi Ping experiencing the Autistic Experience of learning how to love and care through animals rather than the humans he doesn't understand and don't understand him before growing terrified of loss because of that same love only to find into someone who could be effectively immortal because they're not exactly human.

The quintessential Autistic Experience.

[docholligay]

Full review tomorrow or maybe Friday but

Short: I wanted to like this book more than I think I actually liked it (I kept checking my phone through the last quarter, which is unusual for me) and I need to think a bit on why. Horrible Garbage Traitor Petty Bitch Ouyang forever tho.

[gardenvarietydespair]

man when i finally finish omori and i can search through the tags on here without getting spoilers....y'all are never gonna hear the end of it

[tierras]

the mutual aid los angeles network (malan) has put together a spreadsheet with valuable resources for people affected by the ongoing los angeles wildfires and wind storm. the sheet is constantly being updated with resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities and so much more.

please share this spreadsheet widely

[whateverfinn]

I had to put my 13 year old dog down on Monday, I haven’t been able to access my insomnia medication since Monday and TikTok is shutting down in hours.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[wishfulsketching]

I hope they danced in the bar as young adults, not stressing over the revolution, just living it up

[dorianpavus]

LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!!

[uyunto]

childhood

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

idk. i enjoy watching women commit acts of unjustified violence in fictional settings. and i don't think society gains anything by forcing me to apologize for that