#Phil writes

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Lost My Hold (to the Shadows of the Night)

written for ‘suck’ wc: 480 | rated: t | cw: n/a | pre-steddie, angst, hurt/no comfort (but also lighthearted?) @steddiemicrofic

"Well this is gonna suck," Eddie muttered to himself as he slung the unconscious body of Steve Harrington over his shoulder.

-

To say things had not gone to plan would be a massive understatement. By the time Team Flambe Vecna arrived back at the trailer, Eddie had been pretty sure he was dead. He’d barely been able to focus on Dustin sobbing above him, desperately trying to keep Eddie awake. The bandana was pulled from his hair and wrapped tightly around the bites on his throat while a shirt was pressed to the wounds on his abdomen. He jolted in pain at the pressure, but was too weak to move away from their ministrations. Spots dotted his vision as he drifted off to the sounds of his friends' panicked voices.

-

Eddie opened his eyes to the unwelcome site of the Upside Down. He was propped up against a tree with Steve slumped over beside him, completely covered in blood.

"Harrington?”

He shook his shoulders, watching as his head lolled to the side. Heart in his throat, he sat up on his knees and crawled closer to feel for a pulse. It was there, but faint.

"Fuck."

Eddie braced himself to stand and froze. He wasn't in pain anymore. In fact, he felt better than he had in the past week. He took a moment to take stock of himself, slowly standing up and tracing his hands down his neck and stomach. His skin was tacky with blood and his clothes were torn to shreds but his skin-- his skin was whole and unblemished.

"What the fuck," he whispered.

He looked around, hoping to see the others, but saw no sign of the rest of the Upside Down crew. They must've gotten separated somehow. Sucking on his bottom lip in thought, he startled at the taste of blood. Eddie lifted a hand to his lips, eyes widening as he finally noticed his hands. His fingers were longer than before, the tips darkened like they were dipped in ink, leading to sharp black claws. Dread sat heavy in his stomach as he glanced over to where the other boy lay.

He looked closer at Steve, thoroughly examining him for wounds, and froze. He didn't know how he had missed it, but the side of Steve's throat was completely torn out, like a whole swarm of bats had attacked the space between his neck and shoulder. Dread sat heavy in his stomach as he pieced things together.

Not knowing what else to do, Eddie hauled him further upright, untying the bandana wrapped around his throat and ripping what remained of his own shirt to fashion a makeshift bandage. Once satisfied with his work, he lifted Steve up with no effort.

They needed to get out of there. Then he'd figure out how to break the news that he'd mauled the kids' favorite babysitter.

[crispyliza]

Fanfiction in the late 2000s-early 2010s was wild bc you'd find a beautifully written story with the most compelling heart-wrenching plot you've ever seen and the author's note would be like:

Author with a username like ~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Ohayo gozaimasu! ↖(^▽^)↗, I'm sowwy it took me so long to update (๑•́_•̀๑)

tsundere twink from their fic : It was about damn time you idiot (눈‸눈)

~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Hey now! It's not my fault the plot bunnies kept wunning away fwom me (╥﹏╥)

tsundere twink: W-watever, it's not like I missed you or anything (💢,,>﹏<,,) b-baka!

[thoughtofadumbteenprotagonist]

Me trying to explain to a friend how we use the ph- in the phandom

[glueeater]

a24 should just say “hey amazingphil. make a movie about anything. go wild.” and i think we would get an absolute masterpiece

[quotefeeling]

Unless you know who you are, you will always be vulnerable to what people say.

Phil McGraw

[manchesterau]

this mf was writing buffy yaoi fanfiction

[ks1971]

Minecraft server au where Phil has like this gorgeously built house and every morning, without a fail, he likes to sit on the front porch with a nice cup of tea. He gets 500 ticks or so of pure relaxation, aided by the beautiful sight of the flower fields, and the mountain biome peeking from the horizon. That is, until the day that He appeared. His neighbor. Or the bane of his life, depending on who you ask.

He heard that a piglin player has bought a plot of land close to him.

Nobody told him it was the flower fields.

The flower fields that were inevitably desecrated by a six by six cobblestone hut right in the middle of the landscape.

The trend continues, until Phil decides that enough is enough when he sees techno putting dirt on the roof. He ends up asking the piglin if he can remodel the place, and surely Techno can see how beautiful his traditionally japanese styled house looks- Techno said no. Phil nods, his hands curled in fists. Technically he could, y'know... This isn't hardcore after all- no. Bad Phil. The guy can do what he wants. Maybe he had a bad day, he'll just come by to ask again.

[thehopefulquotes]

Love can make you do things that you never thought possible

Phil Collins

[reunitedinterlude]

philip, derived from the greek name philippos, meaning ‘fond of horses’

bonus:

[dykephan]

since dan is never bringing them back i hope these cunts are scissoring in heaven

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Feel So Close to Heaven

Steddie, Explicit, One-shot

Summary: “You’re going to be a good boy for me, right Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand fisted in Steve’s hair. Steve nodded or at least tried to. “Words, baby.” “Yes, Eddie. Wanna be your good boy.” Eddie smiled down at him, a challenge in his eyes. “Prove it.” otherwise known as my Dom Top Trans Eddie fic that I've been working on for way too long CW: Dom Top Eddie, Sub Bottom Steve, Spit kink, Anal sex, Strap-on bj (Read on AO3)

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand fisted in Steve’s hair.

Steve nodded or at least tried to.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, Eddie. Wanna be your good boy.”

Eddie smiled down at him, a challenge in his eyes.

“Prove it.”

He roughly guided Steve’s head to his strap, rubbing it up against his cheek. Steve opened his mouth eagerly, letting it sit heavy on his tongue. He suckled on the tip for a moment before sliding his lips up the shaft.

“Eager, are we?”

Steve moaned around the toy in his mouth, pulling off to tongue at the sides until it was dripping with saliva.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

“Yes. Please.”

Eddie caressed his cheek for a moment before shallowly thrusting into his mouth, his hand a brand against the back of Steve’s skull. He quickly built up a rhythm, pressing the toy deep enough to almost trigger his gag reflex.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Steve moaned and gazed up at him through his long damp lashes. Eddie smiled down at him before pulling him off roughly.

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Steve eagerly complied, presenting his tongue. Eddie leaned forward, letting saliva pool in his mouth before spitting it onto his boyfriend’s waiting tongue. Steve’s eyes fluttered close.

“Swallow it, baby.”

Eddie watched the line of his throat as he did so, reaching out to gently thumb at his Adam's apple.

“So good for me.”

 Steve whined at the praise. He looped a finger into the strap of Eddie’s harness and gave it a light, pleading tug.

“Wanna taste you, Eddie. Please?”

Eddie felt his dick pulse at the thought, the wet heat between his legs becoming hard to ignore.

“How ‘bout I make you come on my cock and then after I sit on your pretty face? That sound good, sweetheart?”

“S’good, Eddie. So good,” Steve babbled, nodding enthusiastically.

Eddie pulled him in for a bruising kiss, pulling back with a nip on his swollen bottom lip.

“Hands and knees, princess.”

 Steve rushed to comply, presenting his ass with a teasing little shake. Eddie swatted him for his trouble but kissed away the sting.

“Brat,” he muttered as he grabbed the lube from their bedside table.

He teased a slick finger down Steve’s crack, watching as he shivered. Gently, he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle, pausing to let Steve relax a little more.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Yeah, keep going.”

Soon he was fucking a second finger into him, curling them up to brush his prostate. Steve was moaning brokenly, head hanging between his arms as he struggled to stay upright. With the introduction of a third finger he nearly toppled over. Eddie grabbed his hip to steady him.

“Easy there, Stevie.”

“F-fuck me already,” he gasped out.

 Eddie pinched his side sharply.

“Wanna try that again, baby?”

“Please, Eddie. I need it s-so bad.”

Eddie relented, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend, making him cry out.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” Eddie whispered in his ear.

He quickly slicked up his strap before draping himself over Steve’s back. Eddie pressed kisses to the freckles at the base of his neck as he guided the slick head of the strap to Steve’s hole.

“Breathe out for me.”

As Steve let out a breath, he slid in smoothly and placed a gentling hand low on his stomach. Steve started to push back against it, but Eddie squeezed his hip to still him. Slowly, he bottomed out. Steve groaned low in his throat and Eddie kissed the nape of his neck.

“So good. Doing so good for me, Stevie.”

Eddie set a slow pace, watching his cock sink into the tight furl of Steve’s body. He held a bruising grip on Steve’s hip as he aimed for the place that had him choking on a sob. His own need coiled in his gut, making his thighs grow slick as he relentlessly hit his boyfriend’s prostate.

“Ed-Eddie, m’close.”

Eddie’s nails dug into his side, hand flat on Steve’s back to press his chest to the mattress.

“Yeah? You gonna come just from my cock, baby?” He asked, thrusts picking up speed.

Steve mumbled incoherently beneath him, hands scrabbling at the sheets. Eddie thought he could come from this alone. Just watching his baby fall apart under him with his pretty face flushed and sweaty, perfect hair sticking to his temples. His dick twitched at a particularly loud moan and he grabbed Steve by the hair to better hear him cry out.

“C’mon, babygirl. Come for me.”

He punctuated the command with a sharp smack to his ass that had Steve falling over the edge, crying out a garbled version of his name. Eddie fucked him through it, whispering praise in his ear as he spilled onto the sheets below. He stilled his hips but stayed inside him, rubbing Steve’s back soothingly.

“So good, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Once he’d pulled out, he spread Steve’s cheeks to look at his puffy hole. Steve whined high in his throat.

“Mm, so pretty, Stevie. Even here.”

Eddie licked over it, ignoring the taste of lube in favor of making his boy shake. He gave it a delicate kiss before spitting directly in it. Steve moaned loudly, hole clenching in a feeble attempt to keep it inside him.

"Need more, baby?" Eddie asked, idly circling his hole with his thumb.     

Steve shook his head but didn't move, letting Eddie play with his body however he pleased. Eddie finally unstrapped the harness and got Steve to roll onto his back. He tossed the strap aside before crawling over his boyfriend and kissing him deeply.

“My good boy. My sweet Stevie,” he murmured against his lips.

Steve blinked up at him, reaching up to tug at a stray curl.

“Still wanna taste you. Please, Eds.”

 Eddie smirked, petting a hand through his chest hair.

“Yeah? Wanna show me what that mouth was made for, baby?”

 Steve nodded, grabbing at Eddie’s hips to urge him over. Giving in, he moved until his pussy was hovering over his boyfriend’s face. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to his inner thigh before firmly tugging Eddie closer and fitting his lips around his dick. Eddie keened at the suction, bracing his hands against the wall to keep himself upright.

“So good, Stevie. You’re making me feel so good.”

 Steve hummed at the praise, making Eddie’s hips jerk with the vibration. He was already dripping. He could feel the way his slick coated Steve's chin as he focused his attention on his dick. A gentle scrape of teeth had him nearly over the edge, thighs clamping around his boyfriend's head.

"Fuck, Steve. Your fucking mouth."

He thrust his hips, humping his face as he neared his climax. He felt one of Steve's fingers trail up his leg and trace his folds.

"Yes, yes. C'mon baby, give it to me."

Steve hummed against him as he coated two of his fingers in Eddie's wetness. Slowly, he pressed them inside him, curling them just right to hit his g-spot. Eddie curled in on himself, feeling his dick pulse as he reached the verge of his orgasm.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna come, babe," he grunted, one hand gripping his boyfriend's hair while the other pinched his nipple.

It only took a few more thrusts of his fingers for Eddie to come. He rode out his orgasm, steadily grinding his hips down onto Steve's fingers. Steve licked up what he could of the mess until Eddie had enough, lifting himself up and off his boyfriend's face.

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. Fuck."

​​Steve smiled dopily at him, eyes hazy and mouth slick. Eddie couldn't help but to press close and kiss him, tasting himself on his boyfriend's tongue. Eddie threw a leg over Steve's, tucking himself into his side. He buried his face partly in his armpit and took a deep breath.

"Are you sniffing me?" Steve asked, sounding fond.

"Yeah. What about it, Harrington?"

Eddie punctuated the question by licking a stripe up his underarm.

"You're such a weirdo." 

“What does that make you? You are what you eat, ya know,” he teased. 

Steve gave an exaggerated sigh before kissing his forehead. 

“Whatever you say, Eds.” 

Tag list: @stobinesque @starryeyedjanai @patchworkgargoyle @bonebase 💗

[blossoms-phan]

holding each others plushies omgggg this is so cute 😭🫶 (x)

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Fandom mood

[dysthoepiadaily]

A moment that I think about often is Phil taking a 2014 youtuber quiz, and then unironically replying with "my best friend Dan Howell", for an item he doesn't leave home without

[resqectable]

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

[thoughtkick]

It doesn’t matter what your parents did or didn’t do. Nobody but you is responsible for your life. You are responsible for the energy that you create for yourself.

Dr. Phil