#and i simultaneously regret and dont regret

[diegoshargrieves]

listening to my parents talk about me is so fucking funny. "she's dealt with us for so long that at this point she's done. she's mentally checked out from having to give a shit about anyone. can you believe how corruptible she is just because she's almost an adult and she thinks that we're not her problem anymore?"

like man you are literally so close. so fucking close.

[boredymcbored]

Holy Shit

I wanna kiss her... Sooooo bad.

That should be the post, but since I don't wanna tag spam, she's already been on my mind a while but she's also grown on that mind too. I wish she didn't do the non chalant shit as much but I kinda pushed her that way with the way I was playing earlier. Oh well. I still love to tame assholes so it's fun.

The fact she also wants to be around and only misses out on it when she's busy busy. And she already fucking BUSY busy. The fact that she's so thirsty for my attention in cute (and annoying lolol) ways. The fact we both are sooooo annoying to each other.

I feel bad cause I really do feel like Seattle girl would be a wonderful partner. She's beautiful, adventurous and bad af. How did I get such beautiful ass tall ass women crushing on me??? Blessed fr.

But madame shiver me timbers? Ms Strap On? Misses Troll Herself? Idk if I'm just addicted to the back and forth and just how witty and clever she can be in such short pockets but mannnnnn she's that chronic. The same kryptonite she sees and feels with me. I can't get that girl out my mind man. Doesn't help I cover the things she's in either. She's always pops up even if I make note to distance myself more healthily (and I've been generally more healthy about this so plusss!).

You know how people get horny af? I'm horny but for her love. A wave of lover girl has taken a serious hold on me and I crave her in just a multitude of innocent ways. I wanna kiss her and her injury. I wanna take her on dates, hold hands and explore her city together. I wanna cook together and her to slink her arm around me and start kissing on me while I'm doing something.

Ew that paragraph was gay af and I wanna delete it but I'll regret it later .

But I like her and I'm terrified but also so excited. I shoulda streamed so we'd talk but I'm kicking that anxious attachment shit so I can live my life and not too attached to something that isn't sure yet. But I'm sure for her atm so... Time. It'll work or not. We'll see.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

OHHHHHH.

One moment while I find that gif of Tom Hanks -

Found it!

OVERHATED CHARACTERS POLL: Owen Strand (9-1-1: Lone Star)

Feel free to explain your position in the comments or tags, but any harassment, over-the-top fighting, or personal attacks will result in you being blocked. Do not attack real people, be they fans or creators, over fictional characters.

[serejae]

I STILL WANNA BE YOUR FAVORITE BOY | C.HS

pairing ; vernon x reader

WHAT ! ; after rejecting his bestfriend vernon is left to ponder in what he lost, now its up to him whether to make things right

a/n ; i know ive been writing alot for vernon buttttttttt whos gonna fight me..😒

VERNON swore he didnt care, if anyone asked about you he shrugged it off. the news of you confessing to vernon wasn’t shocking to anyone, the way you two looked at eachother explained everything but the part that shocked them was when he said he rejected you.

“so what? you just rejected them?” dokyeom asked sitting in front of vernon on the floor as he laid on the couch. not bothering to look up from his phone, vernon shrugged

“yeah

i dont get the big deal everyones making out of it”

“the big deal is that we all know you like them and we’re trying to protect you from regretting anything” dokyeom sighed. all he got back ad a response was a light chuckle from guy sitting on the couch. “i’ll be fine, you guys dont need to be so worried about the decisions i make”

“what if you regret it?”

he looked away from his phone for a second and thought before shaking his head.

“nah”

nah

nah

nah

now vernon was sitting at his dining table with his now cold mac n cheese infront of him. the word “nah” was constantly repeating in his hand like a broken record trying to overpower dokyeom words of regret, because maybe he was right

and vernon hated to admit it

that he had fell for his bestfriend

and especially when he rejected them first and was now feeling something about them going on a date with another person

it was weird, normally you’d stay for dinner and afterwards you both would cuddle onnthe couch while watching a movie (always of your choice) to digest, then go cuddle in bed and go to sleep. (with the many years of knowing eachother and getting comfortable with one another) its no surprise you fell for him, and he fell for you too

so it was like something, or someone…was missing tonight

the table was too quiet, too much room, he didnt like it, at all.

but vernon was too selfless for his own good to stop you now. you’re already hurt by him, so why would you want someone like him to come back to your life again?

closing his eyes, he rubs his temples as he thinkings about what happened that day. he didnt think you deserved someone like him the day you confessed to him

-

“just tell me who you like” vernon stretched out his words as he leaned towards you trying to bother you

shaking your head as you laughed, you tried to push him off but he was too persistent in bothering you

“cmon, ill help you” he said trying to convince you to at least give him a hint

“would you?”

vernon nodded his head quickly hoping your answer would be him, but why when it wss did he reject you?

“i like you”

he paused feeling his heart quicken, and out of adrenaline

“im sorry, i dont like you”

-

in his defense, the idea is much scarier than the reality. the moment he said yes, you would be stuck with him and his problems. so not wanting to hurt you he rejected you

so now why were you and him hurting?

the cold mac n cheese was now stored in the fridge as he lost his appetite thinking of you doing the same stuff you did with him to other people, let alone go on a date.

he wish he could change something about this.

so thats when it clicked

he can

grabbing a sweater and putting on his shoes he ran to his car trying to get their as soon as possible

-

well, the reality is much scarier than the idea because hes been standing outside your door for 10 minutes walking in circles while simultaneously looking around to see if any cars were pulling up to your drive way indicating your date

even then, if they did show up what was he gonna do?

beat them up?

well, maybe not.

but before they arrived and swooned your heart away, vernon hoped deep down that your heart still belonged to him.

as selfish as it sounded, maybe vernon needed to be selfish to get this one thing he wants

to be your favorite boy

not some random person.

so before his time was up he knocked on your door

and within seconds you opened it, looking as shocked as he did.

and his first words to you? (rather sighed knowing dokyeom was right)

“i still wanna be your favorite boy”

[daisynik7]

hey! :) if you dont mind doing my request here it is! angst/smutty/fluff where reader fucked up they argue and it was really bad but goes to jean appartment to apologize and they have makeup sex :3 thx u

Pairing: Jean x f!reader 

cw: established relationship, language, angst, fluff, smut – daddy kink, PIV sex (doggy style), sex without a condom, cream pie

Author’s Note: WEEEEE my very first Jean fic EVER. Thank you for the request, anon! I had fun writing this one. I hope you like it! 😘

“Jean, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet the whole car ride.” 

He stands beside you in silence, arms crossed, watching you unlock the door to your apartment, brows knit in a tight scowl. You open the door, entering first, hearing him slam it shut, startling you. “What the hell? Seriously, what’s wrong?” You hang your jacket on the coat rack, slipping your shoes off simultaneously. 

He looks towards the kitchen, avoiding your gaze. “Nothing.”

You roll your eyes, knowing damn well it’s something. “Please, baby. Just tell me.” Stepping towards him, you wrap your arms around his neck, pouting. 

He sighs. “You were flirting with Eren all night.”

The accusation makes you laugh at first. But when he continues to glare, you stop. He’s actually serious. “I was not flirting with Eren.”

“You were. You wouldn’t stop talking to him.”

“We were sitting right next to each other; I didn’t want to be rude,” you defend.

“And he kept touching you, and you just let him. It’s like I wasn’t even there.”

You try to recall how the night transpired. The two of you attended Mikasa’s birthday dinner at a swanky restaurant. The entire gang was there, including Eren, who Jean is always weird about for whatever reason, despite being good friends with him. They’ve known each other since they were kids, always pitted against one another, a constant competition in all aspects of life. Who’s stronger, who’s smarter, who gets the most action. Even as adults, they never grew out of it. Jean always felt bested by Eren, which didn’t help with his insecurities. But the one thing Jean has that Eren doesn’t is you. And maybe that’s the deeper meaning behind why he’s so upset tonight. 

It might be the wine from earlier muddling your memory, but you don’t remember Eren touching you. Well, except for his hand on your shoulders, laughing at whatever funny story you were telling him. Or when he brushed his fingers along your neckline to inspect the dainty gold chain Jean gave you as an anniversary gift two years ago. And there was his palm resting on your bare knee underneath the table, slowly creeping up your thigh before your boyfriend had to pull you out of your seat to use the bathroom. In the moment, you weren’t aware that whatever was happening between you and Eren was flirting. Honestly, you’re still unsure, but now that you think about it, you can see why Jean is upset. But being immature and petty, you won’t admit to it. You don’t take his claims seriously, deciding to tease him just a little bit to push his buttons. 

You grin, squeezing his cheeks between your hands. “Well, I can’t help it. He’s hot. I wish you weren’t there.”

Immediately, you regret it. It’s a mean joke that preys on his insecurities, and you only realize that now as you see the look on his face. His jaw hangs open, eyes betrayed, staring at you dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now? Why would you say that?” He escapes from your grasp, stomping into the kitchen for a glass of water.

You swallow hard, knowing you fucked up. “Jean, you know I’m kidding. It’s a joke.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he replies sarcastically, chugging his drink. 

“Baby, I wasn’t flirting with Eren. Maybe he was flirting with me, but I was definitely not doing it back.”

“Oh, please. You were giggling at all his jokes, batting your fucking eyelashes at him. You were definitely flirting, don’t give me that bullshit.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“I think I’m reacting the perfect amount, actually. I mean, how would you feel if I started rubbing my hands all over Christa? Or Mikasa?”

Annoyed, you scoff, muttering, “Like you haven’t already tried.”

His expression worsens into a grimace. “What?”

“Nothing,” you respond, almost certain he understood you.

He stays silent for a moment, letting the situation sink in. Eventually, he murmurs, “Fine. If that’s the way you want it to be, I’m leaving.” He makes his way towards the door, face red with anger.

“Jean.” 

“Go ahead and call Eren. Since you didn’t want me there in the first place, you’re free to do whatever you want now. Go fuck him, for all I care.”

“Jean!” You yell out, tears welling in your eyes.

He doesn’t look at you as he exits the apartment, slamming the door shut without another word. 

~~~

Jean sits in his own apartment, sulking on the couch in front of the blank TV. He’s got the remote in his hands but hasn’t bothered pressing any buttons because his mind is reeling over the fight the two of you just had. This might the worse one yet. And he’s not sure how it can be salvaged after what was said. 

He’s mad at you for making his insecurities a joke. He’s mad at himself for yelling at you instead of explaining that is actually hurts him deep down. Both of you could have handled the situation better. But, of course, emotions get in the way of logic, causing a bigger mess than necessary. 

It’s been almost an hour since he stormed off. He checks his phone for any notifications. Nothing. The urge to call you is strong, but he resists. Maybe he needs a bit more time to collect himself.

The buzzer rings. Heart thumping, he presses the intercom. “Hello?”

“Jean. It’s me.” There are bits of static on the other end, but it’s undoubtedly you. “Can we talk?”

He sighs, relieved and excited to hear you. Without saying anything, he buzzes you in. Within minutes, you’re knocking on his door. When he opens it, he finds you cuddling the Pompompurin plushie he bought for you at the Sanrio store ages ago. Your eyes are swollen from crying, clad in your favorite sweats. Unable to contain himself, he wraps you in his arms, resting his chin on your head. 

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, sobbing into his shirt. 

“I’m sorry too,” he says, squeezing you tighter, the plushie suffocating between your bodies. He waddles the two of you into his apartment, kicking the door closed. 

“I shouldn’t joke about it. I know how you feel about Eren. It was mean and I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was jealous and insecure, and I was taking it out on you. I know you weren’t flirting with him. I know you’d never do that to me.”

“And I was riling you up on purpose. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being cruel and petty for no reason.”

You finally let go of Pompompurin, tossing it to the floor to embrace your boyfriend fully. The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a while longer. Finally, you peer up at him, sniffling. “I got your shirt all wet.”

“I’m going to take it off soon anyways,” he says playfully, bowing his head to kiss you on the lips. 

You giggle into his mouth, kissing him back, tugging lightly at the hem of his t-shirt. He grabs your hand to lead you into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes in record time, boner sprung stiff against his abdomen. You follow, removing all your clothes until you’re naked, laying on his bed, thighs spread wide. He immediately positions himself between your legs, lapping at your clit. 

This is how most of your little fights conclude: in the bedroom, having the nastiest makeup sex. Jean continues to slobber all over your pussy, sucking and flicking his tongue on your bud until you’re whimpering for him. He slides his middle finger inside you, curling at the tips. He adds his ring finger in, pumping his digits in and out of your wet slit, mouth still latched on your clit. You come like this, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as his fucks his fingers inside you, the wet squelches lewd and arousing to your ears. He dribbles his spit on your swollen pussy lips, smearing it around you, getting you extra wet for his cock. 

Sliding down the edge of the bed, you turn over to wiggle your ass for him. He smacks it, watching the flesh jiggle upon contact. “This is all mine, right princess?”

Craning your neck to face him, you grin, shaking your ass some more. “All yours, daddy.”

He bites his lip, grabbing your cheeks with both his hands, spreading them. “Daddy’s gonna give it to you so good right now. My little slut is gonna get pounded by this fat cock.”

Your knees tremble with anticipation, eager for him. “Give it to me. You always give it to me so fucking good.”

He slides his cock in smoothly. “I do, huh? I know how to make my baby girl cream all over this cock.” His thrusts are rough and fast, exactly how you like it. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Yeah? You like this tight pussy?” You throw your ass back, his dick stuffed in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot. 

“I love this tight pussy. Fuck,” he curses, gripping your hips tightly as he pounds away at you. 

He’s buried so far into your womb, you almost feel it in your belly. “Fuck! Right there!” you whine, hand pressed to your abdomen. 

“I give it to you good, huh?” He tightens his grasp on you, railing you harder. The bed squeaks below you noisily. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You gulp down whatever saliva is gathering in your mouth, wiping away the drool leaking down the corner of your lips. “You’re the best, daddy. The best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s fucking right. You’re so good for me. Such a slut for daddy, fuck.” 

He finishes inside you, filling you up with his load. After he pulls out, he watches the cum ooze out of your slit, fingering some of it back in. You turn to lay on your back, face up, smiling at him. He spoons you from behind, sliding his arm around you waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you. I’m sorry about tonight.”

“We’re a little past apologies now, aren’t we?” you joke, interlacing your fingers with his. 

He buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your familiar, sweet scent. “I know. Still, I hate it when we fight.”

“Me too,” you respond, snuggling closer to him. “I love you.”

It’s silent for a moment, before he asks, “So, do you really think he’s hot?”

This time, you pretend to fall asleep, a clever smile on your face. 

[b0tster]

what is it like being 30? i am about to turn 19

u know when all ur parental figures were like 'dont do that ull regret it when ur older' as a kid and u ignored them? all those hit simultaneously the second u hit 30 🤪

[desire-mona]

dps boy weedcanons because i make my being a stoner a personality trait. dps boy weedcanons because i am insufferable and not fun to talk to. dps boy weedcanons because it will be the most rebellious thing any of them do in their entire lives

neil

not listening to anything anyone is saying

must be sitting the whole time

greened out trying to impress todd with this tolerance he doesnt have

actually i take it back he's listening to (and laughing at) everything todd is saying

todd

fully convinced he will be found out, arrested, then promptly crucified

worst cottonmouth out of anyone

simultaneously the funniest and the giggliest which nobody expects

greened out trying to impress neil with this tolerance he doesnt have

charlie

supplier, wont tell anyone where he got it (doesnt remember where he got it)

high cryer, it's embarrassing, nobody mentions it but they all silently hold the knowledge and collectively agree that it Doesnt Fit the Charlie Agenda

touchy. like not for the sake of it but for the sake of remembering that there are other people around him

so loud. just so loud. so loud and so standing. why is he standing sit down. youre yelling charlie

cameron

retells the same story 15 times. actually he doesnt retell it fully any of those times because he goes on a bunch of different tangents

nearly pisses himself when charlie looks at him as earnestly as he can and goes "you're too high. we called your parents and theyre coming to get you"

totally didnt wanna smoke but is sooooo immune to peer pressure. the peers did not in fact pressure at all and even offered to just. not. but he was like guys its cringe to deny it i cant be cringe. (the cam agenda im pushing where he is so scared of authority but way more scared of embarrassing himself in front of his friends)

doesnt move at all. actually hes laying down the whole time. actually hes asleep nvm guys

knox

idk dude

i dont like knox im not the guy to ask

dont know this guy dont care to

knox fans reblog with whatever u like ill probably agree

pitts

eats everything. eats everything. eats everything. eats everything. eat

wants to do everything at once. time is moving WAY too slow and he just needs. he just needs to be busy

sensories are off the CHARTS! this guy is FEELING HIS SURROUNDINGS!!! HIS SKIN IS HIS SKIN AND BY GOD IF HE HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TOE HE FELT HE WOULD HAVE A WHOLE $11 BABY

regrets everything. wakes up the next day just so filled with food and dread. his body is made of sandbags.

meeks

asthmatic but thinks this is the time he can beat said asthma and smokes anyway. so basically it is not the time

he is so sure of himself and his ability to say the most intellectual things possible. he is spewing so much nonsense thinking it is SO smart

is so excited to be doing something Bad that he almost tells keating earlier that day

like pitts, he can also feel everything. but oh. oh this is troubling. his SKIN is his SKIN. by GOD if he had a dollar for every toe he felt he would have way too many dollars.

[hehearse]

ok u havent even been able to get to my last ask but im losing my fucking mind over them.

sixteen is Sad Machine by Porter Robinson. its so so so orv. kim dokja and han sooyoung and yoo joonghyuk and everyone. "and though i know since youve awakened her again, she depends on you, she depends on you" 0th yjh and kim dokja and . and. "i dont know much about your life beyond these walls, the fleeting sense of love within these godforsaken halls," han sooyoung and young kim dokja. "and i can hear it in his voice in every call, "this girl whos slept a hundred years has something after all,"" HHHAN SOOYOUNG ADN YOUNG KIM DOKJA AND. FUCK. UGH. ITS ALL SO SO SO SOOOO. !!!!!!!! SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY AND KNOWING YOURE BRINGING ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD BUT DOING IT FOR HIM AND NOT REGRETTING IT FOR A SINGLE SECOND BECAUSE ITS ALL FOR HIM!!! ITS ALL FOR HIM TO LIVE AND LOVE AND EVEN IF YOURE GOING TO FORGET WHY YOU DID IT AND YOURE LOSING YOURSELF SLOWLY!!! ITS FOR HIM ANDBFHFHFHFHH FFFFFFFFHFHFHFFHGDGFFHGGGH GOD!!!!!!!

anyways. they make me fucking lose my mind

yeah no notes. plus a hundred readers leaders would be borne of you. agh agh agh.... taking poison damage again ach ach ach....

i am not even sure how to formulate it beyond what you said. something something leading each other to the edge and simultaneously dragging away from it... you know.....

[katrotica]

I've posted Jessie Andrews over on @girlcrushart today, and there's no lack of nude pics of Jessie on the internet, so I decided to make a Katrotica post as well. I think this is a really beautiful sexy nude of Jessie. She has sooooo moved on from her days in porn, and is wildly successful as I've described in the girlcrush post. I think she's inspiring as fuck tbh. Already in her porn days she was unusual, I remember, bc Jessie had the distinction of being a pornstar who also did regular modelling—at the same time. She was a regular for American Apparel while also doing porn. There's certainly porn girls who move on to other things later (like what Jessie has done now), but the simultaneous nature of her work made her kinda iconic, and had a fuck-you-i-dont-care-what-you-think badassery, which is honestly awesome. I also somehow think that Jessie doesn't really care that these kinds of pictures (as well as much much saucier ones) are still out there on the internet even tho she has moved on. I think for her it's all just a part of who she is and she's not ashamed or regretful of any of it. That's cool and inspiring. She's great.

[mysteriouslee]

*sees no ler!Jessica Drew*

lee!Gwen ler!Jessica

"WAITWAITWAITWAIT"yelled Gwen while running.

"Gwendolyn Stacy, if you dont get yo emo elsa lookin ass back here"said an angry Jessica.

Gwen pushed the wrong buttons and it has now got out of hand.

Jessica tackled her and pinned her to the floor.

"wahahait noho"Gwen was nervous giggling.

"Gwen, I haven't even started and your giggling" said Jessica who was chuckling at Gwen's state.

Jessica scribbled and pinched on Gwen's back. Gwen tensed and held her breath.

"It's ok Gwen I know you want to laugh" teased Jess.

Gwen shook her head but broke when Jessica tickled on her spine area.

Gwen squeaked and let out a hoarde of giggles.

Jessica kept poking and prodding up her back and Gwen twitched and covered her mouth the hide her laugh.

Jessica trailed to her neck and her fingers went to her neck then her shoulders.

Gwen giggled more frsntically and she started trying to kick Jessica off.

"OW HEY, YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT" yelled Jessica.

Jessica flipped Gwen on her back.

"I was gong easy on you" said Jessica

"Pleahahase Im sorehehe" giggled Gwen

Jessica dug into Gwen's ribs and Gwen jumped at the sudden contact.

"JEHEHSS"Gwen began to squirm and thrash harder for this was one of the bad spots.

"Hey, Gwen how many ribs do you have?" asked Jess who suddenyl stopped

"Dohohont pleahaese"pleaded Gwen

Jessica counted each rib and nibbled on each one. Gwen covered her red face, she started to attract attention by her high pitched giggles.

"Aww that's adorable" said Pavitr and Miles

"What she do this time"asked Hobie

"THIS TIME, YOU MEAN THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE" said Miles shocked.

"I feel like she bothers me on purpose just to get tickled" says Jessics.

Gwen groaned in between her laughter, knowing Jessica was right.

Jessica stopped her assault on Gwen's ribs and scribbled her nails in Gwen's arm pits (aka her worst spot)

"AHAHASTAHAHAP *snort* AHAHA"shrieked Gwen

Gwen is practically throwing her voice out, her hands left her face and grabbed onto Jessica's arms and attempted to push them out (it wasnt working).

"Omg she snorts" said Pavitr.

"She looks like a bloody tomato" said Hobie

"You mean you didnt know, it gets worse when you-" said Margo but was cut off.

"DOHONNT YOUHUHU DAHAHRE"screeched Gwen, it took all her might to get thst sentence out.

" Its gets worse when you simultaneously blow raspberries on her stomach" said Margo as she scurries off.

Jessica took the advice and Gwen at this point was just screaming.

Other spiders passing by would either coo or smile cuz watching a spiderman get wrecked at headdquaters wasnt unantural, heck they literally saw Pavitr get wrecked by Miguel two days ago.

Jessica noticed Gwen looking worn out and let up.

Gwen curled up on the floor and that's when Peter walked in.

"Is there a mouse spiderman or something cuz what's with the commotion" said Peter who then noticed Gwen.

"You alive there Gwen?"asked Miles who received a giggly groan.

[domme-switch]

with every post i read, i regret it more and more

im only two hours into whats going to be a very slow shift at work, and im getting simultaneously more worked up and embarrassed by the minute

worked up because fucking UGH

i dont even want to speak abt it i just wanna be a mindless pup by your feet

but oh my god im so embarrassed because i keep scrolling through your page and i cant stop

sweeetheart!!!! I saw the amount of posts you liked darling, what a needy pup!!☺️ god you’re so cute sweetie!!

slow shift at work sounds perfect to come to my blog even more and tell me how worked up you are pretty puppy, alright? can you do that for me?😙

I will let you sit by my feet while I work, and when I take a break you can come sit in my lap pup, come here sit on my lap so I can slip my hand in your underwear. that won’t distract you, will it?😌😚

[serialcultist-edwardmunson]

Part 4 “Bartender Steve/Steddie AU”

Part 3 HERE

Eddie wakes up and immediately has no clue where he is. He wishes he could use the excuse of his past inter-dimensional trauma for the panic that bubbles up instantly, but unfortunately he’s had morning amnesia since he was a small child. So he stays still, calms his breathing, waits until the vague memory of stumbling up the fire escape with Steve Harrington and crawling in through the window resurfaces to the front of his memory. He flings himself upward and is hit with instant regret as his head pounds and his stomach does a circus worthy flip-flop, causing him to peel himself off the couch and race towards the general direction he remembers Steve telling him the bathroom is in. He heaves bile and a rivers worth of water into the toilet, resting his head on the seat when hes sure its all up. He isnt sure how long he’s sitting there before a hand on his back startles him upwards,

“Hey, Its just me.” Steve says quietly, moving around Eddie so he can simultaneously see the mans face and rub circles along his spine. Eddie sinks back down, melting at the touch,

“G’morning, Stevie…” Eddied mumbles into the hand hes pillowed on, “Sorry for wakin’ you up.”

“You didnt, dont worry about it. Can i get you some water?” Eddie nods his response, eyes half closed, and all but whines when Steve takes his hand away. A few minutes later and steve returns with a glass of ice water and a slice of buttered toast, sitting down across from him,

“You gonna eat this while your face is on my toilet?” He asks raising the hand with the toast to specify. Eddie pushes himself up and off the toilet seat with a groan, instead leaning himself against the cupboard and taking the water first. He takes a big gulp before being handed the toast. 

“So…” Eddie says, nibbling at the crust. His voice is hoarse from vomiting, “We gonna talk about it or…” Steve flushes, even though eddie hasn't even specified what yet,

“Talk about what?” He asks, slightly strained. Eddie smirks, 

“How known womanizer and straightest man I know ends up bartending at a chicago gay club?” Steves face relaxes, the question obviously not what he was thinking it would be,

“Oh. Um…” he struggles with his words,

“Oh?” Eddie echoes, “what did you think i was gonna say?” Steve shakes his head,

“Doesnt matter.” Eddie squints at him as he starts taking bigger bites of the toast,

“You gonna answer my question?” He says through a mouth full of bread. Steve bites at his lip nervously, suddenly finding a loose thread on his pajama pants VERY interesting. He opens his mouth to speak multiple times and closes it deciding against whatever he was gonna say. Eddie feels the mirth drain from his body,

“You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever youre about to say, its not gonna change anything.” Steve takes a deep breath,

“I thought you would have already gotten your answer from your new pal Roger.” He finally looks up at Eddie, worry clouding his eyes,

“A little bit, yeah, but he said you werent gay and i should ask you.” Steves runs his hands through his sleep flattened hair,

“Um, yeah. Not gay. Not really sure where I fit in, just know Im not ‘the straightest man you know’ anymore. Or ever were, I guess.” He says the last part extra quite, then continues,

“I find more and more that I dont care about the sex side of things like i used to. I dont know…” he shrugs, “maybe all the trauma finally caught up with me.” Eddie looks him over curiously. Steve isnt meeting his eye, and hes still picking at that damn string,

“Romantic attraction and sexual attraction aren’t connected. They can vary widely in one person, y’know?” Steve nods,

“I know.” He says, but something still seems to be bothering him, “dont…” he starts, finally meeting eddies eye, “dont tell the party just yet. They know I work at a bar, they just dont know the specifics and im not ready to have this conversation with them.” 

“Were you ready to have this conversation with me?” Eddie asks, suddenly feeling a bit like an ass. Steve hesitates before saying,

“I dont think i would have ever been ready to have this conversation with you.” Its so quite eddie almost doesnt catch it, but he knows it was meant to be heard by the way steves eyes never leave his,

“What's that supposed to mean?” Eddie feels a weight in his chest. Why was he not good enough for steve to come out to?

“Im out to everyone I know here in chicago, but… the only people from hawkins that know are rob and joyce.”

“Mrs. Byers knows!?”

“Yeah, she, uh guessed and came to me about being someone i could talk to. Kinda spilled the beans in a heart to heart.”

“What made her guess?” Steves face flushed again, which he seemed to feel and covered it with both his hands,

“Dont freak out?”

“ course not stevie.” Eddie could see steve shake his head at the nickname. Steve takes a deep breath,

“Man,” he huffed a laugh, “i had the most pathetic thing for you after… yknow, everything. She saw straight through me as soon as she had us all in a room together.” Eddies eyebrows shoot up to his bangs, and he tries to think of the first big get together after the ‘earthquake’. He opens his mouth to respond, hesitating a second too long and steve jumps in instead,

“I mean, dont worry, im not about to hit on you. Not trying to make you uncomfortable. Just,since you asked. are you gay? Sorry, dont answer that. robin always says my radar is shit and i feel like the chicks probably love your look. But I didnt wanna lie to you, cause-”

“Stevie,” eddie puts a hand up to slow down the other mans robin-inspired rant. Steve stops, mouth snapping shut, cheeks pink,

“What do you think i was doing dancing on a man, not with, ON,” eddie emphasised, “in a gay club. In these clothes.” He gesturs down to his attire, and then looks down to realize hes in sweatpants and an old hawkins high shirt,

“Oh thats just cruel…” eddie mutters. Steve laughs, and eddie can just about hear all the tension release in the mans body all at once,

“Sorry, it was the first thing i grabbed and you werent really trying to stay upright for much longer.” Eddie only vaguely remembers trying to shuffle the clothes on. Hes not even sure he was really drunk at that point, mostly just exhausted. He finishes up the last of his toast,

“You think youre gonna keep that down long enough to move this to the living room? Ill stick a pot of coffee on.” Steve points at the door behind eddie, who contemplates the wobbliness of his stomach real quick,

“Yes to coffee, please.” He says, starting to push himself up. A hand shoots out in front of him, an offering of help. He takes it, and when he gets pulled up, he accidentally overcompensates and has to stop himself with his palm against steves chest. Hes mere inches away from steves face, his brown eyes, his lips... Something pools in his stomach, and he hesitates letting go of the man, but he snaps to reality and clears his throat, dropping his hands and muttering a quiet thank you.

In the living room, eddie grabs up his blankets and nests himself into the corner of the couch while steve starts the coffee. Eddie watches steve move around the open space, flitting from the sink to the cupboards and back again,

“Man, im so sorry for waking you.” He says, propping his head on his arm off the back of the couch,

“You didnt i promise, ive been up for a little bit.”

Eddie furrows his brow,

“What time even is it?”

“Almost one.”

“WHAT!?” Eddie launches himself up and steve turns around, a surprised look in his eyes at he outburst,

“What?” Steve echoes, coffee pot full of water in hand. Eddie starts looking around frantically,

“Where are my clothes, steve!”

“Oh, dryer. Closet next to the bathroom.”

Eddie practically sprints down the hallway,

“Shit shit shit…” he mutters to himself as he digs his clothes from the dryer,

“Why are you panicking, ed?” Steve asked, voice a bit muffled from the kitchen,

“Rehearsal started at 12!”

“Oh shit, um well i can drive you, let me just…” steve is now squeezing past eddie, who is mid shirt change, to get to his room and closes the door. Eddie takes this chance to switch his pants quickly. Man, he looks ridiculous wearing his nightclub clothes in broad daylight. Hes sitting on the couch putting on his shoes when steve finally comes out, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans with white sneakers. What eddie gets stuck on is the tortoishell glasses he has on his face. He looks so different from the steve he knew, with his mustache and longer hair now untied,

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” Steve says, taking eddies staring for anything other than what it was. God, eddie had to get over this man. By all means, this look shouldnt work for anybody, but somehow steve looked so comfortable and human that eddie cant help but smile fondly,

“You look good, stevie.” He echoes their words from last night. Pink tinges steves cheeks and ears, and he turns away quickly and snatches up his keys from the counter,

“Ready to go?” He asks, sort of breathless. Eddies smile widens,

“Onward!” He points ahead of him and marches out the door, hearing steve sigh and say with exasperation, “god i forgot how weird you are.”

“So youre in town for a show? Still with… corroded coffin, right?” Steve asks. Eddie lets out a low whistle, “damn, you were actually listening when i talked back then?” Steve rolls his eyes,

“Of course i listened to you. So yeah? The bands still together?”

“Oh, no.” Eddie chuckles, “we broke up years ago. Gareths still with me, though. We go by serial cultist now.”

“You have got to be shitting me.”

“Nope, not shitting you. The groupies are questionable but most of them are women and were all mega gay so… except gareth, but his wife keeps them at bay.” Eddie hears steve mutter “garrths married, no shit.” Under his breath and his heart feels fond. Eddie fiddles with the hem of his mesh shirt, trying to build up the courage to ask. Ah fuck it, he thinks,

“Do you, uh, wanna come to the show tonight? If not its cool, but i can add you to the list and you know theres no pressu-“

“I would love to.” Steve says smiling. Eddie goes silent, looking at the side of steves head a bit dumbstruck,

“Ok.” Is all eddie can say, and when he realizes thats not a good response, he shakes his head as if shaking away a thought and starts to smile himself,

“Ok, cool. I’ll, uh, have the venue add you to the list.” He turns so he's facing forward again, not sure what to say after that. The rest of the drive flies by and once they’re stopped, Eddie hops out. He rounds the car where steve has rolled down his window and leans in, faces only a couple inches apart,

“You can always change your mind about coming tonight. I know its not really your kind of music. Pinky promise I wont hold it against you.” Eddie puts his hand up right between them, pinky out. Steve looks at it, then back up at Eddie’s face, 

“Get the fuck out of here, Munson. I’ll see you tonight.” He leans away from the window and puts the car into drive but keeps his foot on the brake. Eddie backs up to the sidewalk, a crooked smile showing off his dimple. He gives a sloppy salute,

“Alrighty, cap’n, see ya at dusk.” He turns away and walks to the doors. He's about to go in when Steve shouts, 

“Save me a t-shirt!” And then drives off without a response. Eddie looks behind him at where the car had just been. He can’t wipe the stupid grin off his face no matter how hard he tries, and he knows the guys are never gonna let him live this down.

Tonight. He’d see steve again tonight.

[ponyonn]

pressure oc info dump!! this oc’s entire existence is for self ship/ oc x canon content so if that’s not ur style then u gotta escape while u still can

(for the sake of convenience while reading, Yonnie is solely referred to with she/her pronouns throughout this post.)

tl;dr - she’s the daughter of an Urbanshade employee who’s trying to unlock the secret ending of Pressure, which you get by making out with a computer really hard (and sebastian maybe).

Yonnie’s dad (Malcolm Polaris) raised her with the sole purpose of having her become a scientist like him in order to work with him at Urbanshade. unfortunately, he ended up committing a bigger sin than any of the ones he had committed during his 10+ years working for Urbanshade: he conceived a theater kid 🤯

Malcolm persists in his goal despite Yonnie’s lack of interest in science. he personally homeschools her throughout her entire life, purposefully keeps her isolated from other people her age, and takes her on as an intern/assistant at the Hadal Blacksite when she’s 23 (so in like. 2022). she isnt allowed near the more hostile monsters, but she still expresses frequent disapproval to her dad about the things she does see (or hears about secondhand). although Yonnie sticks by her complaints, she simultaneously feels like a disappointment for not being interested and doubting her dad.

she’s still working at the Hadal Blacksite by the time Sebastian breaches containment. Yonnie and her dad are able to evacuate, but this event is pretty much the last straw for Yonnie. she’s essentially like “hey. maybe this whole situation is kind of deserved? like maybe this is just one of many consequences that Urbanshade needs to start facing in order to atone for the more. uh. morally grim things we’ve done. and we have a LOT to atone for.”

and Malcolm is like “god you have just been one big waste of time huh. just a consistently ungrateful, consistently disappointing mess. you think we have something to atone for? you wanna make peace with the monsters? then get in a sub, go back down there, and do it yourself — because god knows nobody else is going with you.”

and then Yonnie, fueled by the desire to feel like shes doing something good for someone for once in her life (mixed with regret for problems that she technically didn’t even cause), actually does go back down. nobody is tracking her. everyone fully expects her to die, including her dad. the expendable protocol engages as normal.

Yonnie wanders around for a bit before encountering Painter. he’s the only sentient, non-hostile, responsive entity that she’s come across so far, so she offers him an escape. she says she could bring him back up to the surface and let him go free. Painter tells her about the promise he made with Sebastian and says that if he leaves with her, Sebastian has to be allowed to come too. Yonnie is like “they will gun Sebastian down the millisecond he breaks the water’s surface so. probably not. but i just want yall to be free, so i guess i can help you with your plan!”

she meets up with Sebastian, who doesn’t kill her on sight despite the fact that she’s an Urbanshade employee because they’ve actually met before! plot twist 🤯 they spoke briefly after she had become an employee, and Yonnie’s sense of basic fucking human decency and empathy really left a mark on Sebastian (although he’s still kind of cautious around her) 🥹🫶🏽 truly riveting. Sebastian agrees to let Yonnie help him out. since Yonnie isnt a prisoner, she isnt required to follow a navi-path and therefore wont be penalized (e.g. executed) for going off course, so she has access to areas that expendables dont. with this advantage, Yonnie is able to gather up more data for Sebastian than an expendable would. she also collects supplies for him to sell in his shop. time goes on, everybody bonds, yap yap yap.

Yonnie and Painter’s ship tag is #❥browse her history !!

Yonnie and Sebastian’s ship tag is #❥stars as bait !!

one of these. is probably gonna have far more content than the other. at least until i get used to drawing Sebastian.

[theseventhoffrostfall]

I won't spoil Alan wake ii if you havent played it yet, but ngl while I dont think Kojima is bad at all, its really opening my eyes a bit. Sam Lake (real last name is finnish or a lovecraftian god) uses what he's inspired by way more integrated into his games. And the interplay of multiple forms of media including live action and music and, god help me for uttering this overused phrase, playing with the fourth wall, is something that makes Kojima look like simultaneously like an amateur and an elitist at the same time.

Let's say Kojima likes David Bowie. He'd have a character named David Bowie, Otacon would call in on the comms and say "Snake, that's david bowie. He's named after David Bowie the singer. He was a glam rock singer active from the late 1960s to 2016 most known for Ziggy Stardust" and the entire thing would be a thinly veiled excuse to hang out with David Bowie and put his likeness in the game and maybe release some haute couture sunglasses or something, while also namedropping extremely esoteric things Kojima can feel smart over knowing people will have to go to Wikipedia to understand the concepts he stayed up last weekend reading about. I cant really give an example for Alan Wake/Control like that entirely because everything is so worked in. Yeah its clearly Twin Peaks and X-Files and True Detective and a bit of that sparse Scandinavian Noir and some Lovecraft as well. But everything is blended together without coming to a screeching halt while you listen to the games creator tell you about the stuff he likes.

Not that I dislike MGS or anything, but in terms of "visionary" creators I think Sam Lake has just pulled ahead of Kojima in a really big way. He feels more like those TGWTG people who were only there as a stepping stone to their big hollywood career (which never panned out) and likewise Kojima treats his games more like the artsy movies he's always wanted to make instead of trying to be truly creative.

That's essentially the conclusion I've come to, yeah. Plus, Lake seems to embrace making games while Kojima seems to bitterly regret that he'd be laughed out of Hollywood.

Hell, MGS is supposed to be like an overblown, larger-than-life metaphor/representation of real, serious topics like nuclear proliferation and yadda yadda yadda. Except it gets muddled and stupid because the mechs that symbolize nuclear weapons are just dangerous for being nuclear launch platforms, because metaphors are hard. 30% of the earth's population was a child soldier who now wanders the land fighting for obscure philosophical reasons but shows little to none of the actual problems associated with former child soldiers, and 45% of all military personnel are clones or genetically engineered or turbocyborgs or something. Because this story that tries to touch on Very Serious Issues about soldiers and their place in the world was written in a country with pretty much 0 living combat veterans by a man who's never raised a fist in anger

[squadxx4392]

(Friend and I were chatting and we got bored asf, so we did this)

Draco : *Just pulled Pansy off of Harry* NO! Back off you devil!

Pansy : Fine! I'm gonna go hook up with that Muggleborn you hate! She's hot and she'll let me hug her! *angrily stomping away*

Harry: *actually overwhelmed and hates the attention*

Hermione : What the fuck is going on- oh hey Pansy- but seriously what? wait why are you hugging me-?

Pansy: Draco wouldn't let me hug Harry 😞

Ron : *stuffing his face and turning to Blaise* The fuck happened-?

Blaise : Don't ask

Harry: *panicking*

Luna : *Simultaneously appearing* Hello Harry. Are you alright?

Draco: SPACE GIVE HIM SPACE SHOO SHOO *also backing away*

Harry : Hey don't shoo away my emotional support Luna! *grabbing her and hugging her*

Draco: *scoffs* I never ever get hugs from you but you hug my cousin all the time 🙄 *currently jealous*

Harry : She's my emotional support human, fuck off!

Luna : *trying to stifle her laughter*

Draco: *cries 😢 and walks off sad*

Draco: *plops down on the floor and cries more*

Theo : I- what?

Harry : I don't regret it

Draco: I'm going on a walk 😞

Neville : You're all going to Hell. Goodbye! *somehow sinks into the floor*

Draco: ... I hope I go to hell ngl

Ginny : NoO-

Draco: *goes out for a walk and doesn't come back for a long ass time*

Pansy : Has anyone seen Dray-?

Harry : no

Ron: He said he was going on a walk

Ginny : Luna, send out the beast

Ron: BEAST WHAT!? GINNY NO THATS BLAISE'S FRIEND

Luna : *pulling out a can that's rattling* alright, girl, sniff *releases a big ass tarantula*

Ron: HELL NO BLAISEEEE

Blaise : FUCK OFF I'M READING

Draco: *in a tree resting his eyes*

Luna : *appearing behind him* hello Draco!

Draco : *falls out of the tree*

Draco: JESUS CHRIST DONT DO THAT

Ginny : HA! LOSER!

Draco: I'm not in the mood leave me be 🙄

Hermione : You're not getting that out of us. Come on you arsehole

Draco: Uh no

Harry : Dude put on your walkman and come on! We're hijacking a car and going on a fucking road trip in America!

Draco: I'm good, take Luna instead 🙄

Luna : All of us are going, dickhead! Pull your head out of your arse and come on!

Draco: I'm seriously not in the fucking mood.

Blaise : We were gonna let you burn down the first house we saw but if you don't wanna come, whatever. Let's go

Draco: Thank you. Finally being left alone

Severus: No. You're going with them. *throws him over his shoulder*

Ginny : Listen to your uncle, Dray!

Draco:... I hope to off myself very soon

Pansy : Draco nO-

Draco: Yes.

Theo : Funny how you think death would get you out of this friendship. Because it isn't 🥰

Draco: Oh but it will

Pansy : Nah it's not. We'll haunt you in the afterlife

Draco: Istg. I'm going to move out of this country.

Ginny : You do realize all of us would.move WITH you, right? You're never getting rid of us. Now then, drive bitch!

Harry : *starts going 150 mph down the freeway they are suddenly on*

Draco: *gets out of the car*

Draco: *jumps out* Cya

Neville : Wingardium Leviosa; DRACO I WILL STRAP YOU TO THE ROOF OF THE FUCKING CAR DON'T PLAY WIT ME

Draco: I hate you all.

Draco: *mumbles* Except Harry

Luna : Awww we love you too <3

Draco: Yeah whatever. *rests his eyes*

Ron : Mate, we can go faster than this. Speed up the car, I want McDonald's!

Harry: No.

Blaise : *pushes Harry out of the driver's seat and starts going 250 mph* Next stop : McDonalds

Harry : Oh you FuCkIng himbo-

Draco: *puts earbuds in*

Hermione : Please share-

Draco: *hands her an extra pair*

Hermione : Thank you

Blaise : What d'you all want? We're here

Draco: *listening to music*

Ron: Hamburger 🤤

*Narrator's voice* Will they all get McDonald's? How will they get home? Where even are they?? Tune in next time on HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS!

Friend : 😺 This was great I need another episode

Me : ikr? We must tune in for the next episode! look it's coming on!

(Fr tune in for the next bit)

[niceyslicey]

Rooster's (Dean's) punk past! As a teenager, he entertained himself with a variety of things, simultaneously looking after the farm after the death of his parents. Sometimes he regrets the decision to make a mohawk... He just cute guy with a little silly and innocent stuffs mhm. I have a big Dean's backstory, but I'm scared a little to talk about it (not that good in eng) qwq -------------------------------------------------------------- Dear fandom, please dont kill me for that headcanons