#this is something

[dirk-menace]

I'm gonna post this and go to sleep like a pussy

(I'll repost with a dogshit quality version to maintain the original's aesthetic)

[bagely]

I was making a pissa fanfic, I don't know when, I never finished it but this is a conversation that made me laugh (it's basically a script) (this is a draft so it's kind of ugly because I haven't polished it) (AND YES SOMETIME I USE EMOJIS TO WRITE.. I don't know how to descriptions of things) :

Missa: Phil I think I should tell you something...

Phil: Oh, what's up mate?

Missa:I love you.

Phil: I love you too.

Missa:No, Phil I love, love you..

Philza: yeah, I love you too.

Missa: Wait... do you love me? — Gasp dramatically — I knew you liked me, even in my farthest dreams I would have imagined it...

Philza: Why are you so surprised? I thought it was obvious — incredulous raises his eyebrow —

Missa: Maybe, it's just that I always thought you only saw me as a good friend.

Philza: We are married and sleep together

Missa: Friendly marriage — he just 😅—

Philza: We always hold hands.

Missa: That was weird yeah.. ¿That's why you were so nervous? —He 😯 , realizing— but I thought it was your way of telling me what good friends we were.

Philza: I kissed you more than once.

Missa: friendly kiss. — he just 😊—

Philza: why would you think that was friendly? Do you kiss all your friends?

Missa: You are my friend

Philza: ...

[diamondzart]

DID “DESPICABLE ME 4” TRAILER LEAVE YOU DISAPPOINTED? There’s a solution! :D

My very good friend @annchanorsomethin writes THIS AMAZING FIC on AO3 for over a year already! I am following it since November 2022 and let me tell ya, I wish this was the way Illumination treated their canon. I don’t think this amount of planning went into the real DM4, judging from the trailer…

And for those of you who were upset about the absence of Dr Nefario and Dru, this fic has you covered, believe me 😏

SUMMARY:

After Balthazar Bratt's defeat, everything seems to go better than ever: Gru and Lucy are back working for the AVL and Gru's overly enthusiastic brother, Dru is the new bad guy in town... or is he? The illusion of everything going so well fades, as the past comes back to haunt the family, threatening to destroy them once and for all... If it wasn't for the most passionate of the family doing everything in their power to protect what they love most - even if it means to step over the bounds of time and space itself.

Rated M for possible graphic depictions of violence in the future (though for now it stays in PG, I think). Features Professor Rott as the main antagonist – the original character inspired by early concept arts for Gru from late 2000s, the idea and design of Rott belong to @elitadream

This post also features original concept art made by me, styled to mimic Eric Guillon’s (official concept artist from Illumination) style, so it looks more like a real DM4 concept. I really, really hope this story will find more followers, because it totally deserves them! For now there are 11 chapters, and there will be more!

[dearlyjun]

hot mafia boss yeonjun keeping his pretty baby perched on his lap while he’s meeting with his men, stuffs her cunt full of his fingers when she gets whiny >///< or makes her ride his long cock in front of his boys, gets snappy when they stare for too long 🫣

FUCK!! im insane!!

I die for a little mafia au but im like so so so lazy to world build and shizzz so idk if you will ever get a full fledged fic out of me…we’ll see.

also note im not using real mafia terms bc that might be confusing and it’s too much to explain and/or make people google it. yeonjun is the don which is the leader that’s all that’s all that’s important.

⚠️ umm warning!! literal sex in front of other people, and jjun is smoking cigs bc ummm I find that hot im a simple girl

your face is buried in Yeonjun’s neck as he has a meeting with 6 of his “men.” you’re sitting on his lap; his pants are unbuttoned just enough to give his thick cock access to your cunt. you’re grinding on him, his cockhead bumping your g spot every so often; making you whine.

no, no you’re gonna make him an offer, okay? yeonjun put his cigarette between his lips after speaking to his associates, taking a drag. and if you don’t? I can’t promise you’ll make it out alive. don’t question me again.

jjun…you whine his name, getting his attention.

yeah….say my name…my cocks so fucking deep in you… he bit back a moan as he glanced up at his associates before lifting up your skirt slightly, giving all of them a perfect view of his wet cock gliding in and out of your pussy as one of his arms tightly gripped your waist, slamming you down onto him. your whimpering was loud, yeonjun was most certainly doing it on purpose. fuck, good girl. take my cock so good.

you felt eyes on you, but you didn’t care. none of it mattered when yeonjun was fucking you like this. in fact, you liked when he fucked you in front of his associates; the way he claimed you as his in front of everyone.

I want to hear the next— yeonjun stopped talking, slamming his fist down onto his desk, to get someone’s attention. your legs were shaking; you were so close to an orgasm. yeonjun was mad, slamming you down so hard you were seeing stars. I want you to look at me. don’t look at her. look. at. me.

ok im a yapper i had to cut myself short ~

[twyz]

I know what you did. (GORE + BLOOD WARNING!!!)

I imagine this sounds a lot like the submerged castle theme from pikmin 2

[just-an-ari]

im not gonna lie this is exactly what my first thought was when i saw emo marinette and im so sorry

[heademptyonlydoomsday]

//The Suckening EP 10 Spoilers

(i don’t know how to do the thing where you hide it)

i was thinking about arthur coughing a lot after being transformed and i thought it was weird at first then i realized. arthur’s family thinking he’s sick vs arthur’s perception of what him being ugly is is sick. his family thinking that he was sick vs him being a sick person

[iasips8]

[murderoushagthesequel]

Love for Life

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, open (199 words)

ok i was genuinely laughing maniacally at my computer while writing this. it is. something. i'm obsessed with it and i hope you are too. CW for biting, blood and blood drinking/sucking (vampires)

dedicated to @where-is-vivian and @canyouhearmyfear <3

People think he’s insane, James Potter doesn’t care. Nothing can beat the euphoria of having Regulus Black bite through his skin and suck at the open wound. Most people in this world are terrified of the vampires. James sought one out, this beautiful creature who’s currently draining his neck of blood. Regulus had tried to stay away from him at first. I don’t want to hurt you, he’d said. Yet James insisted. He didn’t care what the cost was, still doesn’t, he just needs Regulus in any way he can have him.

Luckily, it seems James has a thing for having his blood sucked… or maybe just Regulus. Either way, he enjoys the feeling of Regulus’ mouth on his neck, lapping at the warm red liquid spilling out of him, feeling his life wash out of him and into Regulus. Some would say it’s a horrifying process, James would say it’s the beautiful exchange of love for life. Him opening himself up and offering in a way more intimate than most are willing to give. And when Regulus looks at him with love in his eyes and James’ blood dripping from his lips, who can tell him he’s wrong?

[kirasometimess]

Donal Finn as Orpheus the boy who looks back. Donal Finn as Matrim Cauthorn the man who only looks forward. The Wheel weaves as The Wheel wills. It’s a sad song but we sing it anyway as if it might turn out this time. Ages come and pass until myth is forgotten. It’s a love song. The song was written long ago.

[emiliefitch]

okay I'm sure this has been discussed into oblivion but

I love the food/underworld/death dream/persephone vibes of it all but do we EVER see jackie eat in the wilderness? I don't remember if there's a shot of her eating the deer in the beginning but she's constantly refusing food and she pours out the drink at doomcoming and I just think as much as eating/drinking in their death dreams cements their transition, the fact that we *only* see jackie drinking in her death dream is so startling like we know she hates the wilderness, we know she knows she doesn't belong, but there's something about her absolute refusal that's clawing at my brain.

[navnae]

Me, Myself and You

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: narcissism, new k!nk, nsfw smut, very explicit

Summary: “What I’m trying to get at is that the next time we have sex i don’t want you to be yourself,” Steve said quietly. Eddie tilts his head smiling thinking that wasn’t such a bad request. They’ve role played several times and all those times were amazing. Eddie loved getting into character no matter the circumstance especially if that’s what Steve wanted from him, he still couldn’t put a finger on why Steve was still fidgeting as if that was something to be ashamed of. Eddie had a list of characters in his mind that Steve could be thinking of that would make him this nervous to not even want to look at Eddie. His thoughts were all over the place and he kind of zoned out until Steve napped him back into reality when he elaborated on what he meant. Nothing could prepare Eddie for what he was about to hear.

or

Steve has this kink and he’s way too embarrassed to tell Eddie about it.

-

When it came to trying new things in the bedroom Steve and Eddie were always down for it. They’ve had several conversations about what they wanted to do with the other person and the conversation always went well. After trying some things out, both of them had a few things on their list that they would consider a hard “one and done” then leaving it at that but most of the times every experience added something to their kinky side. Overall nothing too crazy has ever made them completely shut the idea down without having an opened mind about it first except this time Steve wasn’t sure that Eddie would be willing to play into his fantasies this time around. It would open up a deeper conversation that Steve was terrified of having with Eddie and he was scared that he might have to admit that he’s thought about this a lot, a little too much. That’s why Steve avoided talking to Eddie about having sex for a hot minute beverage he knew eventually he would give in and ask Eddie if he was willing to try out his desire. It was way too embarrassing for him to bring up or forget about all together, Steve believed if they never did it then hopefully his mind would one day get rid of those thoughts he had.

Of course, they didn’t.

One day at night Eddie turned up at Steve’s house and suggested they’d spend some time together since they haven’t in weeks which Steve hated himself for. Obviously Steve couldn’t deny Eddie when he had his arm resting on doorframe and giving him that look with his big brown eyes, how could Steve resist? He let Eddie inside and both of them headed towards the leaving room. Steve went ahead and picked out a few movies for them to watch while Eddie relaxed into the couch. It took Steve a few minutes to set up the movie before it finally started to play then he joined Eddie on the couch. Eddie wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulder to pull him close and Steve leaned in to lay his head on him. They stayed like that for awhile as they watched the movies and everything seemed pretty normal for the most part. Whenever something interesting popped up on the screen they talked about it or if it was funny they’d laugh, just like old times. Steve really enjoyed nights like this when they hung out casually and he could forget about everything that was going on. It wasn’t long before Steve started thinking about his fantasies again and having vivid images flash in his head. He shook his head quickly trying to get rid of those thoughts making Eddie flinch in the process. Eddie held him close as he scanned over Steve’s face with worry.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Eddie asked softly. Steve’s face started to burn from embarrassment as he nodded his head.

“Y-yeah everything’s fine. The movie is just so good that I couldn’t control myself.” Steve lied. He laughed hoping that Eddie would fall for it and continue watching the movie. Eddie looked at him for another second then turned his attention back to the tv screen.

Steve felt relief when Eddie didn’t question him any further and really wanted things to return back to normal. That lasted for a few seconds then those images kept coming back up in his brain and they just kept getting even more explicit than before. Every image was so detailed and graphic that he could feel his cock slowly becoming hard at the thought. He groaned at the feeling of his jeans getting tighter and the friction made it even worse. Steve squirmed as he tried to get to rid of his erection without Eddie noticing but the more he moved the harder he got. Eddie looked at him with a raised brow watching him move his body not so subtly.

“Babe are you sure you’re okay?” Eddie asked and his voice was drenched with worry at this point. Steve nodded his head quickly before he pulled away from Eddie. He needed to touch himself or he’d do something that he was definitely going to regret.

“I promise I’m fine. I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick.” Steve said in hurry. He couldn’t even get up fast enough because Eddie had a tight grip on his arm and he wasn’t happy at all.

“Steve, I’m being serious right now. If something is wrong you have to let me know what it is so I can make it better.” Eddie’s voice sounded like music to Steve’s ears. He always talked sweetly to him whenever he knew something was bothering him and Steve would always give in when that happens. Steve looked away because he was embarrassed that Eddie’s voice made him even harder. His body started to burn all over, he couldn’t let Eddie know why he was feeling like this.

“It’s nothing just forget about it.” Steve responded while desperately trying to cover his crotch with his hand and that only brought attention to it. Eddie glanced down at Steve’s hand with confusion wondering why his boyfriend was acting weird. He took his hand and placed it on top of Steve’s to remove it, Eddie’s eyes widened as he looked at the obvious bulge in Steve’s pants. He smiled softly then made eye contact with Steve who was blushing all over. Eddie laughed lightly before he started to speak.

“Were you really trying to hide this from me? Steve if you wanted me to help you out down there all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke softly. He leaned in to give Steve a kiss and it made Steve’s heart flutter. It’s been awhile since they’ve kissed and after not doing it for so long things got a little heated immediately. Their lips went from kissing gently to slipping in their tongues into the others mouth. Steve moaned when Eddie licked the inside of his mouth while slowly sliding his hand over Steve’s clothed erection. Eddie’s fingers were quick to undo the button and the zipper within a second, he continued to rub the sensitive area just to get a reaction out of Steve. His cock throbbed against his underwear and the slightest touch of Eddie’s hand almost sent him over the edge. Steve kept having those images in his head repeat as Eddie rubbed his hand in a circular motion over the new wet patch that formed on Steve’s underwear. Steve let out needy moans when Eddie kissed his neck, he felt like his body was going to explode in any second because everything started to become too much. Without thinking he pushed Eddie away and he shook his head trying to get rid of these thoughts that just wouldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry. I just think it’s better for me to take care of this myself, it’s way too embarrassing to have you do it.” Steve rambled. Eddie had no idea why Steve was being so distant and for him to be too embarrassed to tell him why didn’t sit right with him at all. Whatever it was couldn’t be that bad as long as there was a way for them to get through it together. Eddie took Steve’s hand into his own and held it, giving it a little squeeze.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, if anything you should never be embarrassed about anything with me. I’m not going to judge you if there’s something you need to get off your chest. You don’t have to hide from me okay?” Eddie said with a smile. Steve smiled back feeling a little bit better about talking to Eddie when it comes to his situation.

“Okay.” Steve smiled widely as he leaned in to kiss Eddie and both of them giggled halfway through it before pulling away from each other. Now they needed to handle the elephant in the room.

“Alright, that’s out the way now. Tell me what’s been on your mind lately.” Eddie jumped right into the conversation. Steve blushed instantly due to Eddie’s intense gaze and he had come to the conclusion that there was no way of avoiding this topic now. He looked down at his hands and played with his fingers while taking a deep breath. Eddie let him take his time.

“Well um… I just wanted to say that I don’t mind if you think this is weird or want to judge me I completely understand-“

“Steve,” Eddie cut him off with a laugh and he went for his hand again. “I told you I’m not going to judge you. Now stop trying to beat around the bush.”

Steve nodded his head and he tried to believe that Eddie meant every word he said without feeling ashamed. He gathered himself after a few seconds then he went back to talking.

“Okay. For a few years now even when I was in high school I’ve had this fantasy and recently it’s been popping up on my head after not thinking about it for a long time.” Steve admitted. Eddie nodded his head while he listened to Steve and he smiled when he did.

“That makes things a little easier. I’m guessing this sexual fantasy has been bugging you and freaking you out because you were nervous about asking me if we could try it. Did I get it right?” Eddie asked. Steve avoided looking at Eddie as he nodded his head. Eddie has never seen Steve this shy when it came to trying out new things in the bedroom and now he was really curious about what it could be.

“Sweetheart, you never have to be afraid of asking me if we could try something. I’m always down for whatever you want to do and if we don’t like it we definitely don’t have to do it again. Just tell me what it is.” Eddie wasn’t trying to hide his excitement, they’ve tried a lot of stuff but this time it seemed like what Steve had in mind would be a sight to see. Steve managed to laugh at the goofy expression on Eddie’s face and he could put his walls down completely.

“What I’m trying to get at is that the next time we have sex i don’t want you to be yourself,” Steve said quietly. Eddie tilts his head smiling thinking that wasn’t such a bad request. They’ve role played several times and all those times were amazing. Eddie loved getting into character no matter the circumstance especially if that’s what Steve wanted from him, he still couldn’t put a finger on why Steve was still fidgeting as if that was something to be ashamed of. Eddie had a list of characters in his mind that Steve could be thinking of that would make him this nervous to not even want to look at Eddie. His thoughts were all over the place and he kind of zoned out until Steve napped him back into reality when he elaborated on what he meant. Nothing could prepare Eddie for what he was about to hear.

“I want you to be… me.”

Out of all the things Eddie thought he would hear come out of Steve’s mouth, that was the last thing he thought of. Eddie looked at Steve with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open from shock. Steve’s face turned into a deep shade of red as he waited for Eddie to say something. Eddie had to process what Steve had told him fully and a part of him wondered if he miss heard him or was his brain playing tricks on him. Steve hated sitting there in silence thinking that Eddie had enough and thus was going to be the last straw, he’s finally done it. He drove Eddie away with his dirty fucking mind and his sick twisted fantasies which he couldn’t even blame eddie if he were to leave him right there. Eddie just sat there blinking like he was a broken item that couldn’t move anymore. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t taken aback just a little bit.

“This is why I didn’t want to say anything. It’s weird and embarrassing, you probably want to go home now which I get. I wouldn’t want to be around me either if I heard someone say that.” Steve hid his face in his hands and at this point he didn’t want Eddie to be around him any longer than what he has to. Steve’s eyes started to water at the thought of Eddie breaking up with him and he didn’t realize that he was sobbing uncontrollably until he felt hands pulling him into a warm embrace. He cried even harder when Eddie gently ran his fingers through his hair to calm him down then whispering kind words that Steve desperately needed. Eddie kissed on the top of his head hoping that Steve understood that just because he was surprised didn’t mean that he was going anywhere. Once Steve got everything out of his system Eddie pulled away while letting his finger go under Steve’s chin and tilting it up to make them share eye contact. Through Steve’s tears Eddie could see those big brown beautiful eyes that made his heart melt every time he looked into them, he wiped any tears away with his thumb and cupped the side of Steve’s face. Steve didn’t understand why Eddie was still there let alone looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“Are you good now?” Eddie asked softly. He still smiled like the previous events never took place and he kept rubbing his thumb over Steve’s cheek.

“Yeah but aren’t you weirded out by that?” Steve asked. Eddie laughed I’m response and shook his head.

“Shocked yes, weirded out no. We all have our things baby and that’s what makes everybody unique. I tell you what how about we try it right now and let’s see how you feel about it afterwards okay?” Eddie suggested. Steve’s eyes got big when the words came out of Eddie’s mouth and a smile appeared on his face.

“Are you serious? You’re willing to do that for me?” Steve asked happily. Eddie didn’t feel like he needed to say much and pulling Steve in for a kiss felt like enough. Steve genuinely felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders. Eddie was the first to pull away.

“I’d do anything when it comes to you. Now I think it’s time we go upstairs.” Eddie whispered the last part lowly into Steve’s ear and Steve already knew what he was hinting at.

They made their way upstairs quickly before closing the door and smashing their lips together. All of their movements were rougher than earlier as they rubbed their hands over each other’s body. They kissed all the way til they reached the bed and go onto it. Usually Steve would be the one on the bottom but this time around he had something else in mind. Eddie laid on his back and got ready for whatever Steve wanted to do next. Steve straddled Eddie’s hips when he made himself comfortable on the bed then leaned down to kiss him again. They kissed each other hungrily, Eddie’s tongue explored Steve’s mouth causing him to moan into his mouth. Steve moved his hips slightly and he could feel Eddie’s cock through the fabric. Eddie groaned at the feeling before putting his hands on Steve’s hood and they slowly moved their bodies in unison. Their throbbing cocks being restricted by their pants made both of them kiss each other with so much desperation. Steve ended the kiss when he pulled away and sat up straight on Eddie’s lap. Eddie kept his hands on Steve’s hips while looking up at him to watch his every move.

“I’m all ears for what you want me to do, just tell me what and I’ll do it.” Eddie reassured Steve. He didn’t want to ruin Steve’s experience and he wanted Steve to have as much control of the situation as possible. Steve smiled brightly as he already thought of what he wanted Eddie to do exactly.

“Alright. For starters, I want you to refer to yourself as me and instead of saying your name I’ll call you Steve. If that makes sense.” Steve explained. It sounded weird saying it out loud but Eddie wasn’t phased by it all. He nodded his head and took in everything Steve had told him. “Other than that nothing really has to change.”

“Gotcha.” Eddie said then he leaned up to kiss Steve and he slid his fingers under Steve’s shirt. He traced his fingers across Steve’s skin then tugging on the hem of the shirt before lifting it over Steve’s head to toss it aside. Eddie was quick to remove his shirt too and both of them took off their pants along with their underwear. Now Steve was left sitting on top of Eddie’s cock that was leaking with precum and his own cock throbbed the longer he looked at Eddie. He knew what came next so he reached over to grab some lube off the nightstand near the bed before applying a good amount onto his hand. Eddie smirked at the idea of Steve stretching himself without his help but he couldn’t resist the urge to join in. “Want some help with that baby?”

“No I got it. Just sit back and relax.” Steve put his hand on Eddie’s chest to make him lay down flat. He breathed deeply when he took the semi cold substance on his finger and pressed it against his entrance. Steve lifted himself up for more access and he pushed a finger inside his tight hole letting a high pitched whine escape his lips. Eddie could come just by watching Steve fingering himself and how he could barely take his own fingers. Steve moaned louder when he slipped another finger in while inserting them deeper until he hit a soft spot. He jumped as he cried out from the intense feeling of pain mixed with pleasure, Eddie did everything in his power to not touch Steve but he couldn’t control himself. Eddie sat grabbing Steve’s waist then taking his finger and sliding it into Steve’s hole along with the rest of his fingers. Before Steve could say anything Eddie kissed him roughly while stretching Steve out and fucking him with just a finger. Steve moaned loudly against Eddie’s lips, nothing was even inside him yet and he was already a mess.

“You like when the king of hawkins high stretch out huh, Steve?” Eddie said lowly. Steve moaned even louder once he imagined Eddie as himself and his cock twitched from Eddie’s voice. Eddie pulled his finger along with Steve’s out of his hole and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. Steve lifted himself up once more to align his entrance with Eddie’s tip and Eddie held him in place to make it a little easier. Slowly Steve pushed himself down onto Eddie’s cock as he felt the tip press against his rim, Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s shoulders while crying out from his cock going deep into him. Eddie kissed Steve on the side of his cheek when tears started to run down his face. Steve felt so many emotions and feeling Eddie fill him up made him lose his mind.

“Good boy, you’re taking your own cock so well. Do you like filling yourself up Steve?” Eddie asked while slowly moving his hips and thrusting upwards. Steve held on to Eddie tightly trying to respond but all of his word were just desperate moans as he bounced on Eddie’s cock pretending it was his own. He blushed deeply when Eddie took his nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. The sensitive bud being touched was enough to get more tears out Steve. Eddie licked his nipples for few more seconds then pulled away. He was still expecting Steve to answer the question he had a few seconds prior, luckily Steve didn’t need to to be reminded of it.

“Y-yes… I love being filled by your cock Steve, fuck.” Steve said barely being able to catch his breath with Eddie fucking into him like there was no tomorrow. Eddie put his hands on Steve’s hips and slammed him down repeatedly making Steve whine. Both of them moved their bodies in unison while the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and their filthy noises. Eddie started off thrusting slow then he speeded up the pace. Steve’s tip leaked with precum dripping down the sides as he let his imagination run wild, he wanted to cum from fucking himself so badly.

“You’re getting tighter whenever you think about fucking yourself. Look at you becoming a mess already darling.” Eddie thrusted harder until Steve was digging his nails into Eddie’s back and unable to say complete sentences. Steve begged Eddie to fuck him harder even though he was already going hard enough. Eddie continued to destroy Steve’s hole like he requested and he could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. Steve felt his stomach turn every time Eddie’s cock went inside him shamelessly, the faster Eddie went he knew he would be coming soon.

“S-Steve I can’t… too much.” Steve moaned. Eddie smiled as he he cupped the side of Steve’s face and captured his lips while keeping up his rhythm. They kissed passionately knowing that their climaxes were coming in a few seconds. Eddie tugged at Steve’s hair causing him to let out the sexiest moan he’s ever heard and getting access to Steve’s neck. Taking his skin into his mouth and when he goes back to work the whole store will know that Steve is his. Purple bruises already started to form in a short amount of time which Eddie was proud of. Steve held onto Eddie tighter when his cock throbbed against his stomach and he let out a cry knowing that he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know you want to cum baby, go head and cum for me like a good boy.” Eddie kissed Steve on the check as those words settled in Steve’s ear. As if on command Steve came hard on himself and onto Eddie. Not too long after Eddie filled Steve up with his own cum until it spilled out. Both of them felt extremely drained from all of that but managed to give each other a sweet kiss. Eddie smiled after seeing that Steve looked happier and calm. “So, how was it?”

“It was amazing.” Steve said honestly. He couldn’t stop smiling from finally being able to explore his fantasy with Eddie and all of it was so hot. Eddie laughed while hugging Steve tightly.

“I’m glad you did but you know you’re a narcissist right?” Eddie joked earning a slap on the shoulder from Steve.

“Shut up.” Steve retorted then he pulled Eddie in for another kiss and giggled the entire night in each other’s arms.

[snowball-maltese]

Dashi tweak and shellington polyamory

Make it happen

[introuble-now]

i am real and you are not | brian wilcox x f!reader

[you know] [from fast food nation] [no i haven't seen fast food nation]

summary :  Brian doesn’t like girls like you, pretty and confident and mean. Girls like you didn’t really like him either. But, to Brian’s horror, maybe things are different with you. Of course, he figures this all out too late.

note : guess who’s small-town horror obsession overlapped with their Paul Dano obsession! had a spark of inspiration and wrote this one shot in one sitting. the mean greasy emo felt right. beware of darker themes. HOPE YOU ENJOY! PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Gathered at the corner of the chainlink fence that borders the woods, are pictures of you. Brian’s not sure why he stopped. He’s driven past the memorial dozens of times in the last week. Nothing is different now. Your last yearbook photo is stapled near the top, and just below it, a cascade of other photos of you from toddler to present littering the display. There are flowers, candles, teddy bears and cards in shades of pinks and purples.

He doesn’t have anything to add to it. He just loiters nearby, leaning against his Dad’s rusted pickup truck, staring. He always thought you looked pretty hot in your yearbook photo. He knew he wasn’t the only one. He’d assumed for a long time that you did it on purpose, your honey-glossed lips and neon-colored acrylics, driving him crazy.

Because, you were one of the mean girls, or at least, you hung out with them. And Brian didn’t have time for that bullshit. So, regrettably, he spent a lot of time demonizing you in his head. Reasoning that if he did, he would be more disgusted than hard when you wore those low cut tops, or chewed on the ends of your pencils. It didn’t help. But things weren’t the same anymore.

He wouldn’t say you were friends now or anything, but you were something. When you first came up to him, it was a dare by your giggling posse, and he didn’t fall for it. You had that look on your face, like you knew how badly everyone wanted to fuck you. It pissed him off. There was an amount of satisfaction getting to shred into you, watching that look fall off your face. It was like you really saw him then.

After that, he didn’t think he’d have to deal with you again. He had no idea how wrong he was. You didn’t leave him alone. At first, he assumed you were trying to atone or something, and if he was mean enough you’d fuck off eventually. But you kept coming back.

“I like to think people who don’t like me, just, don’t know me yet.”

“I know you. You’re a bitch.”

Most days you caught him, you didn’t even want to talk much. You’d just bum a cigarette and sit by him quietly. Sometimes making jokes, about your day, or someone passing by. Asking him how he was doing on homework, and if he had any funny stories from working at Mickey’s. It occurred to him that the only “friends” he’d ever seen you with were fake. They were the kind of “friends” who gossiped about you behind your back. The kind who called you dumb to your face, and told you to lighten up about it. 

Maybe you just had shit taste in company. Or, maybe, you liked Brian. Maybe he felt real. 

His resolve didn’t last as long as he imagined. There was still an edge to your conversations, but it started to feel more and more like he was teasing. He didn’t really care who you slept with, or what you did in your free time, but he liked the face you made when he called you a whore. You usually had a comeback, something like, it was rich of him to say since he was looking school shooter chic. You’d hit him and he’d laugh.

“Why’re you so smug all the time?”

“That’s just my face.”

“Oh, screw you.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

But you were gone. 

You waved to him on a Wednesday morning, went to class, and never made it home that night. No one knew what happened to you, and it all felt so wrong. Sometimes, sitting in the truck, he’d catch a whiff of your strong Bath&BodyWorks lotion smell from the passenger seat. Something like flowers and cucumbers. 

It started to make him sick. So suddenly nauseous, he had to pull over a few times this last week, just to puke in the bushes on the side the road. He’d been skipping school the last few days, tired of the missing posters of you at school, the mention of you at assembly, and hushed conversations about you in the hall. None of these fucking people cared, they didn’t know you.

Maybe he didn’t either.

But here he was anyway, parked on the street, right beside the memorial made for you. Brian never imagined that whatever was between you both would last long. You had your future all laid out for you. High school would end, you would go to college, have a career, and get married to personified business casual khakis. And he would be here, flipping shit burgers, and smoking cigarettes in his car for the rest of his life.

He didn’t resent you for it really, he just hoped, maybe he’d get to ruin you a bit before you went. Instead, the woods of this stupid town swallowed you whole, and he’d never get to see you again, an entire year too early. You, more than anyone he’d ever met, deserved to get out of this town. He liked to think you did. That on that Wednesday, you just got fed up, and boarded a train to somewhere far away.

The alternative scared him shitless, and unsettled his stomach when his Dad left the local news channel on. You deserved so much better. He wishes he could’ve hung out with you Tuesday night, drove you somewhere, anywhere. Maybe you would’ve told him something important. Something that could’ve saved you. In reality, he was working, eating fries and dicking around. 

Who knows. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

Walking down the sidewalk, were two guys from school, ones Brian figured he may have seen before. They were being loud and obnoxious, laughing and tossing each other around, into the street and back. He didn’t pay too much mind, back against his truck, cigarette between his fingers. But then, they paused right in front of your memorial, suddenly quiet.

He watched, wracking his brain for a memory of them, maybe with you. He couldn’t come up with anything, but— one of the guys points at your picture, and motions jacking off with his hand. The two of them laugh. Brian doesn’t know why he cares, why his face got hot when he saw it. His skin buzzes and his fists tighten at his sides.

“Hey, dickheads.” 

He flicks the cig to the pavement, grounding it with his boot, as he storms forward. They look up at his approach, their expressions dropping, something smug slipping on instead. The one wearing a jean jacket and a red shirt steps in front, a chuckle in his throat. “Mind your business, freak.”

“Ah, you think you’re funny.” Brian laughs back, bracing himself. His knuckles connect with the kid’s jaw, and he stumbles back. Brian feels like he’s on fire. “I’ll kill you shits, I’ll kill you. You think I’m joking?”

The other guy, wearing a tucked in polo, looks like he’s ready for a fight. Brian smiles, daring him too. He hasn’t been in a good brawl in a while, and he wouldn’t mind taking a few hits. It wouldn’t matter. Brian could make them bleed. But as jean jacket guy pulls himself up, cradling his face, he pulls his friend’s shirt back. 

They start heading the way they came, but polo guy can’t help himself, spitting into the grass as he shouts. “You’re crazy dude. She’s fucking dead.”

That catches him, like a bullet in his chest, knocking the air from him. He turns to see dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, all you, your photos haunting him. All the fight drains from his shoulders, and a shudder runs through him. He’s ten again, running the hallways because he’s scared of the dark. The image of you is burned on his eyelids. Your hair. Your hands. Your smile. He feels cornered, like a frightened animal, and without thinking sprints to his truck. 

“F-Fuck.” His voice trembles as he struggles with the door. There are tears in his eyes. He doesn’t come back here again, avoiding any route that’ll take him past. Can’t stomach it. He starts to wish you’d never met. Then he just wishes he’d waved back.

...

Brian was never good at sleep, often restless, and it’s only worse after you're gone. One of those long nights, he'll decide to take a drive. There aren’t very many streetlights on the edge of town, and the brights of his rundown truck are not strong enough to see too far ahead. It’ll be in the early hours of the morning, in the pitch dark, that he’ll see you. Standing by the side of the road, covered head to toe in dirt, blood in your hair, and waving your arms wildly.

He’ll almost swerve off the road, cursing in surprise, before maintaining control. He’ll pull over and call out your name. You seem happy to see him. He hopes it isn’t a dream. He hopes it’s really you.

It isn’t.

[dougielombax]

Weapons grade refrigerator.