#brian fast food nation

[knivesinmycoffee]

danonation how do we feel about this template edit i made at 4am. watched all these movies and this is what i've gathered. i think

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paul dano sketcharoo (PLEASE BRING BACK THE DANONATIONN)

mook sketchy coming soon^^

[ladysmutwriter]

Hatefuck (part 1)

Brian Wilcox x Female Reader

⚠️:(uploading this from my phone so I can't make the post fancy) Eventual smut, MDNI, mockering, bullying (?), I haven't seen the movie I just saw Dano's scene pack.

You hated Brian, in fact, he was the reason you quit Mickey's- you just couldn't handle the asshole.

You didn't even know why he latched onto you like some sort of leech, always taking his chance to insult you or mock you, being extra disgusting next to you only to laugh at your disgusted face.

God, you wanted to beat him up. All you were asked was to do an extra day then you'd leave, because lately there was more clients so you'd have to help the other guys.

You washed the dishes, the soapy water up your elbows as you cleaned and cleaned, Brian unceremoniously throwing more dirty dishes making it splash all over your uniform. Then you moped the floors, once too many times him walking right over where you cleaned, making you clean the mop and go again.

Luckily, the day passed quickly, as now everyone was clocking off, the only ones left being you and Brian.

You tried to pull your shirt up to take it off, but one of the rhinestones of your belt catch the fabric of the shirt, stopping you as you had your arms up pulling.

Noticing your little struggle, Brian chuckled to himself as he went behind you, one of his hands laying on your hip as the other fixed the part of the shirt that was stuck to your belt. You noticed how you felt his breath on your back, his fingers on your hip lightly pressing down as he struggled with your belt, your face going red. You hated the asshole, why was he being so nice now?

As he finally undid it, he muttered "done" as he turned around to keep putting on his bracelets.

Taking off the yellow shirt, you fixed the wrinkles on the top you wore underneath, and then your pants, applying some perfume to hide the smell of fried oil that clung to your clothes and hair.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to give Brian a piece of your mind, after all, this was your last day- it's not like they could fire you now.

Tapping on his shoulder, he only turned his head to see you, and you had to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around, pressing his back against the lockers.

He let out a complain as his his face turned into a surprised one- it was the first time you saw him make a face other than fucking mocking someone or bored. (Or talking about shooting up Mickey's)

"You're a fucking asshole" you said as you grabbed him by the sides of his black hoodie, pressing him against the metal lockers behind him.

You didn't know if it was just the adrenaline in your veins, but he didn't even had the chance to give you a witty comeback before you moved your hand to grab him by the chin, your lips moving against his limp ones, too surprised to even answer now.

Breaking the kiss, you fixed his now wrinkled hoodie, took your bag and left.

[girlnextdoooor]

If you're okay with it, can you write semi public sex + degradation with brian, there is like no dominant reader stuff with him and I wanna spit on him (you don't have to write that specifically if you don't want to lol)

make me beg || brian x gn!reader

summary: "What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), written with afab genitalia, semi public sex, slapping, degradation, face-sitting, brian experiences subspace for the first time, dom!reader, sub!brian, spitting, reader is mean, brian's into it. (if i missed anything, let me know!)

a/n: first request! i love this greasy dude, and i hope you enjoy! :) edit: this is so long i'm sorry </3

Your coworker, Brian, was known to give everyone shit. And that means everyone, including you. He made long days at Mickey's hell, and in order to keep your job, you grit your teeth and bear it. Every snide comment, shoulder check, insult - you let it happen and let it fall away as soon as you clocked out.

Thankfully, you were on dishes for the rest of your shift, which meant you could finally get out from under Brian's hateful gaze. The taller man seemed to have singled you out of everyone he could possibly want to pick on, and zoned in on it, taking every single opportunity to be an ass.

After about an hour, majority of the dishes were done. Just a couple more tongs to wash and...

"Thought I'd wait for you to be done before I gave you these," Brian says with a sickeningly sweet fake smile. He lazily dumps another hour and a half worth of dishes into the water, causing it to splash and completely soak the front half of your clothes.

A gasp leaves your mouth as the water hits you, and he laughs. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that rude?" He sneers, still giving that sickeningly sweet smile. Your knuckles pale from your grip on the basin, gritting your teeth to stop from just shouting expletives at him.

He leans down close to your ear and you feel his breath on your neck causing goosebumps to shoot up your arms. "Better get back to work then, it's gonna be a long night", Brian turns and leaves, back toward the kitchen, where he stands eyeing you in between orders.

An angry blush coats your neck and ears in a throbbing red. 'Why does he always pull this shit with me? What the fuck is his problem?' you think. Being so caught up in angry thoughts, you don't even notice that you've still been washing dishes on autopilot.

A voice calls out to say they're leaving, which pulls you from your thoughts. That was the only other person here aside from you and Brian, and the only thing keeping you from openly snapping at him. Looking outside, you note the sun has already set. Great. Once again, almost finished with the dishes, which makes you sigh in relief. Just a couple more pans-

Another six pans are unceremoniously dumped into your dish water, and Brian laughs again from behind you. "It was a busy day today", he remarks. Feeling another wave of red-hot anger course through your veins, you spin on your heel, coming face to face with him. The look of genuine shock on his face when you grab a fistful of his uniform and pull him closer to your face is almost cute.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is with me, but this shit is not fucking funny. If anything, I'm repulsed to have to work with someone like you, and I would be happier if you just stopped coming in. What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"

A blush has started peeking out from under his uniform collar, and he refuses to meet your burning gaze. You shove him back with the hand in his shirt, "That's what I figured. Get your shit done so we can lock up". Another turn and you're beginning to wash the remaining pans, still angry, but significantly more relieved.

Brian stands there behind you for three more counts, unmoving, almost as if rooted to the floor. You half turn again, noting him still standing in the same spot. "What the fuck dude? I know you're not deaf; are you just stupid? go finish your shit or I'm leaving you here by yourself", you sneer. He still stands behind you, eyes locked on the floor so his messy hair falls into his face. You wait another minute or so before spinning around to face him again, arms dripping soapy water onto the floor.

"What? What could you possibly still be standing there for?" You yell, exasperated. Brian says nothing, but continues to stare at the floor. You trace his gaze and in your scanning you spot the tent in his pants.

Oh.

Suddenly flushed with second hand embarrassment, you point your eyes at a particularly interesting corner. "You cannot be serious right now". He makes no effort to say anything, but his breathing is labored and he's clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

"Look at me, freak", you snap at him, eventually lining your eyes to his view. Almost immediately he shoots his eyes up to meet yours. His entire face is red and his eyes are glossed over, which isn't a bad sight. Under normal circumstances, he's frustrating and annoying and every mean word under the sun. But now? Now he's listening to every command, every lull in conversation, waiting to be told what to do and how to behave.

For you.

This knowing that you're the one who has him hard in his pants at being called names, and you're the one that lit his entire face up in red hues, is enough to light something in you you had only briefly felt towards him before you shut it down yourself. Realization washes over your face when you fully grasp the power you hold over him.

"Kneel." You command, a smirk threatening to peek from your otherwise straight face. He says nothing, but obliges, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. It's such a pretty sight, having Brian, the person who's done nothing but torment you for months on end, be at your beck and call. It makes your stomach churn with possibility.

"Come here", you say. A smile creeps onto your face when he crawls his way in front of you. "You behave so well when asked". He glances up at your face to try and read the situation, his entire face still a bright red.

You raise your hand and smack him one good time across the face, just for giving you extra shit to deal with today. A red welt in the shape of your handprint sticks to his left cheek, and he whimpers at the physical contact.

Oh.

He manages to breathe out a quiet, "Please more", before you hit him again on the opposite cheek, and he groans in response. Gathering all the spit in your mouth, you look down on his, what looks to be adoring, frame, and spit - catching in his hair. And he moans.

"Kind of filthy. Even for someone like you. Guess you really are just that disgusting", you chide. He lowers his head and lets a low noise rumble from his throat. You glance down, and what was a tent is now his erect cock completely showing through his pants. This could end up being really fun for you, you think.

You lean down to him, lips gently touching his ear, "Were you hoping you'd get on my nerves enough for me to smack you around some? Tell you how disgusting I find you?", you smile. He gently nods in response, "Ah... Yes, please", before squeezing his eyes shut. Pulling back from him, you notice his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his mouth is ever so slightly ajar, giving view to his front teeth and tongue.

Out of pure impulse, you stick your thumb in his mouth, widening it just a little. His tongue convulses around your finger and he whines almost inaudibly. "Oh... I see what you want," you smirk.

At this point, you're absolutely soaked. Having this much control over someone who's been an asshole to you pretty much your entire time at Mickey's makes you want to do everything in your power to ruin him.

"On your back", you command, not even caring about the cameras or the fact that the lights are on and the doors are still unlocked. Brian immediately untwists his legs from under him and gets himself flat on his back in front of you, eventually readjusting to take his hat off. Slowly, you slide your pants down, almost as if putting on a show for him. He exhales like he's been holding his breath forever, before sucking in another quick, shaky breath while watching you. A giggle pushes it's way out of your throat, which makes his face darken in color. After your pants are kicked off your feet, your underwear swiftly come down with them.

You kneel on the unswept floor and bring your hips to a hover right above his face, and he drools. "Is this what you want, pretty boy?", you say, your own breathing growing heavy from arousal. He nods and opens his mouth in waiting, being exactly eye level with your wet cunt now. Spreading your legs, you let your heat make contact with his mouth, and he's immediately one hundred percent invested.

A gasp tears from your throat as his tongue makes deft circles around your clit. His tongue is so warm and wet around you, which causes you to grind down into his mouth. Brian slowly begins to fuck you with his tongue, moaning the entire time, making you cry out and grip your chest, flicking a thumb over your nipple.

"Ah... Brian..." You moan, your other hand snaking its way into his hair and pulling. You can feel him whine against your heat, sending shivers up your entire body. Glancing down, you notice he's staring directly at your face and whatever pleasure may etch into your features. His eyes are blown black from ecstasy.

You pull yourself from his mouth, eager to let him beg to fuck into you. Brian whines when you pull away, his lips flushed and wet with your slick. Shuffling down, you finally pull him free from his pants, and immediately line him with your entrance. You're inches from his face when you once again command an objective, this time it being for him to open his mouth. He opens up exactly after the words left you, and you spit into his mouth, leaving him moaning underneath you.

"Oh my fucking god Brian", you moan as you finally sink down onto him, your slick coating him easily. His cock is long, and throbbing with want. Off instinct, he lets a low, guttural moan tear from his throat, which only arouses you more. You pause for a minute once he's completely sheathed inside of you, becoming adjusted to him, and letting him twitch in anticipation. Eventually you move your hips, beginning to bounce, with eyes screwed shut, over and over again, allowing the whimpers and cries from Brian to spur you on.

"Please (y/n)... make me beg..." He whines, gripping your hips to keep a steady pace. Immediately your eyes snap open and your hands meet his on your hips, pausing any and all movement. You lean down again, and let your hot breath hit his ear and neck. "You want to beg for it? Then beg, pretty boy", you mumble. Brian cries out, shifting his hips slightly to move deeper inside you. "Please... Fuck - Please let me fuck you the way I need to, please. Please... Ahh", He moans, leaving his mouth almost completely open. Still leaning forward, you take this opportunity to spit in his mouth again. He stares into your eyes as he deliberately swishes your saliva around his mouth before swallowing.

"Good boy", you praise. Brian's hand reaches for his face to cover the continually darkening blush spread across his face, but you grab his wrist and keep it pinned to the floor. "I want to see your face, pretty", you praise again, and almost involuntarily his hips snap up, making you moan on accident. "Do you really want to fuck me?"

Brian gives out a weak nod. "Please... please ", his moans and pleads are drowned out by a gentle grind of your hips. You grab a fistful of his hair before gently saying, "Then fuck me like you mean it". He takes that opportunity and begins thrusting his hips into you, crying out every time a particularly hard thrust makes you involuntarily squeeze the hair in your hand.

His hips snap up, driving his aching cock deep inside of you. Over and over again he fucks into a spot that has you moaning for dear life. "Such a.. pretty boy... my pretty boy...", you moan, pulling the hand from his hair to rub circles into your clit.

You're the first to come, wailing praises of how god Brian is for you and only you. You involuntarily clench around him, and the praise sends him over the edge. A moan ripples it's way through your chest at feeling the thick ropes shoot inside of you.

Everything stops, almost as if time stood still. Both of you are sweaty and panting; Brian more so than you. You gently remove yourself from him and pull your jeans back over you while he collects himself on the floor.

"Tell me if you ever need that again. It's fun smacking you around", you laugh. He lets out a shaky breath and half smiles. "Maybe I will".

"Do you know how to clear the cameras?" you ask.

"No, I figured you did", he responds.

Well fuck. Looks like you're both about to lose your job.

[mittos]

I’ve been reminded he exists

[bruceisalovelyname]

black hair Paul Dano roles tickles my fancy

I forgot jay😕.

[roastbeefreport]

Dreams - Dwayne Hoover

Juliet Fullman was unable to believe moving from Boston to Albuquerque could have any good outcome, but her attitude soon changed after meeting the quiet Dwayne Hoover.

Read it first on wattpad: patbateman420

Prologue- contains swearing.

June 27th, 2007

Juliet Fullman was sitting at the kitchen table with her mom and her dad.

"you think now is a good time to tell her?" Maria Fullman said to her husband, who was in the middle of eating.

Juliet fell suspicious, eyeing her parents. "tell me what?"

her mother gave a weary smile

"well your dad got a new job.." she paused looking wearily at her unconcerned husband "in Albuquerque."

Juliet's face changed from suspicious to shocked "fucking albuquerque? are you joking?"

her father lifted his head

"hey watch your language!"

"This is a very good thing for your father, honey. he'll be in a higher position than here and making almost twice as much!" her mother said in a defensive tone

Juliet, still shocked "What about my life here? what about my friends?"

"you'll make more friends" Maria sympathized

Juliet shook her head in disbelief. "so when are we moving?"

she looked up at her parents, her dad wipes his face with a napkin and puts it down on the table

"Well we are in the process of buying a house there and I have to train someone to fill my position when we leave, so maybe a month"

"A MONTH?!" Juliet exclaimed, her eyes darting between her parents, looking for any signs that this was all just some practical joke.

her mother gave her a weak smile.

"I'm sorry this is such short notice, honey"

Her mom got up, grabbed the plates on the table, and moved them to the sink.

Juliet stood up as tears swelled into her eyes. her face began to burn as she rushed up the stairs. Maria looked at her husband who seemed unbothered by his daughter's upset.

Juliet sat on her bed in the room she begged her parents to paint hot pink when she was 8. She hated the color now as a 16-year-old and had been wanting to repaint it. she sighed as she flopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. she had traced the design on the plaster ceiling every night for as long as she could remember, she had it memorized and could draw it if asked. she had lived in that house for her whole life and the thought of leaving made her want to cry. She sat up and looked around at her tiny pink room, trying to appreciate all the little details that made it home. She looked at the carpet that was stained from spilled nail polish, most likely from a late-night manicure during some slumber party. The many holes in the walls from nails, skews, and tacks that had held up a decade of wall decorations. She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh that shook as she began to weep.

July 31, 2007

Juliet wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked around her bare room. Everything was packed into boxes and already on its way to their new home. The time estimate of a month was pretty much correct. The Fullmans had closed on their new home in New Mexico two weeks after announcing their plans to move. She had slept on a blow-up mattress that slowly defeated throughout the night. Her parents were already awake and bringing the last of the family's things to the minivan that would bring them to their new home.

***

It took 17 hours to get there. They didn't stop for the night because her parents wanted to get home as quickly as possible. The moving truck was already there and the movers were bringing boxes into the house. The house was bigger than their previous one and was in a neighborhood with many identical houses. It had stucco siding and a pink tiled roof. Juliet stepped out of the car and into the hot sun. She wasn't used to this level of heat, on the hottest days in Boston it usually got to 90°. Her mother and father got out as well and they all gazed at their new home.

"Well, what do you think Jules?" Mrs.Fullman asked as she put her arm around her daughter.

"It's nice" Juliet replied, smiling to make her mom feel better.

"Welp, we better start getting everything into the house," her father said, walking toward the movers who were hard at work bringing heavy furniture into the house.

Juliet sighed as she walked to the car to retrieve her backpack and other small things she had packed in the car.

[onecoolloser]

I think Paul Dano is one of the sluttiest men out there. Like damn man screaming, crying,whimpering, begging, whining in almost all your films? Slut. And I love him for that

[lazyartistunderscore]

COMMISSION WIP FOR @thelighttasteslikelasagn

[konnichihawa]

brian🍔

[annika-thelostlove]

The art of paper folding - Brian Wilcox x fem!reader

Word count/ 4015

Preview/ But You, for whatever reason that led to it, you were assigned the seat on the other side of him. You are always anxious with stress. You think that maybe this guy who has a reputation for being a smartass will bring too much attention to your side of the classroom. You're a little glad Sally would probably take most of his attention, though. Those types of pretty girls probably have it bad sometimes dealing with boys like brian, you think.

Author note/ its finally completed! Its the most high school romantic idiocy I can put in a oneshot. This is lightly based on my own high school experience. The guy who I thought liked me back really did make me an origami heart. Soon after, he said something super mean to me, and my little 15 yr old heart never forgave him.

Warnings/ super fluffy, and not well edited

Brian is the type of guy in school who always talks shit. It's like he can't help it. Things fall out of his mouth unguarded. He is 17, but he still gets worked up over things like he is still in elementary school. In his new math class in the new year of school, he purposely sits next to the popular girl Sally because he thought it would be fun, but she doesn't tolerate his shit one bit.

But You, for whatever reason that led to it, you were assigned the seat on the other side of him. You are always anxious with stress. You think that maybe this guy who has a reputation for being a smartass will bring too much attention to your side of the classroom. You're a little glad Sally would probably take most of his attention, though. Those types of pretty girls probably have it bad sometimes dealing with boys like brian, you think.

Brian is a guy you've only heard about through another friend because he's "someone's annoying brother that dyes his own hair black cos he thinks it's edgy. He also doesn't wash it often to keep the cheap box colour for longer. Hence, the sticky looking locks. He confidently sticks to wearing black and oversized clothes that hide his 30-pound body." Says the people who talk about him.

So the best course of action is to keep your head down, and don't get involved with either of Brian or Sally.

But then, as the year goes by, whenever Brian is bored at being ignored by Sally, he will turn his greasy head to you and give you a little poke. The first few times sent your nerves up, you were so scared of what he would say to you. Will he say something mean? Point out your pimples? Say your teeth look crooked? That you have a mustache you should shave it? Horrible horrible little scenarios in your mind. But Brian, for the last few months, only asks you funny dumb questions just to avoid actually learning in class. It makes your heart laugh a little in relief.

Brian is sarcastic and complains a lot. He has too many theories and tells stories exclusively comprised of sound effects and explosions made with his mouth. He smells like deep fry oil that you grow to like so much because it reminds you of hashbrowns in the morning. It's gotten pathetic how many things you notice about him. You even love that buck tooth of his making its way out of his little mouth.

Some days, he enjoys telling you how corporations pay commercials to trick people into thinking that you're the bad guy. You listen to him so intently, and the more you do, the things about him begin to make more sense to you.

Brian is not a bad person. Not like what people say. Really, really not. He is actually kind of great.

He's just a little distracted at school, that's all.

You share with him your own little jokes under your breath during class now. And by some miracle, he finds you funny. A fierce blush would bloom up you collar at his laughter.

You hope that it makes him feel special. No one else has really thought of you to be very funny. You've told him some weird things, like: "Last night I had a dream about Dwayne Johnson as a centaur," and he would get detention from laughing too hard.

At times he would still try to get Sallys attention, but most days he spends his time leaving silly doodles at the edge of your notebooks.

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Today, Brian has been folding paper in class again. He watched a YouTube video on how to make an origami heart last week. For whatever reason, he's been so invested in getting it perfect.

He was trying to show off his progress, so he made one in your class. Looking over at Sally's desk, he watched her pack her notebook away, getting ready to leave. Brian then redirects his attention to you. You were still finishing writing your notes down, then packing away your pens.

In a second, he decides to slip the heart shaped paper, between the pages of your notebook without much thought of why. The class then packs up and files out to go home.

💘💘💘💘

You can't believe it, it just can't be.

Brian's heart origami was in your notebook. You had just got home and pulled out your notes, currently staring at the red piece of folded paper. Did he slip it inside? Maybe it was just an accident. It might have fallen. Fallen perfectly, between the pages. That must be it. It didn't mean anything.

You rub your face in confusion. Your heart is not neutral about this at all. Even if it was an innocent mistake. Your heart thumps in the possibility. That maybe. Brian Wilcox gave you this heart on purpose.

But, no. He doesn't see you like that. You're just his friend.

The heart origami sits so innocently on your book, and you picture him making it step by step. His eyes looking up at you, after another doodle he's finished on your book. The way he's smiles, holding back his laughter with shining eyes.

You don't know, but maybe, maybe. Brian could like you…more than as a friend.

The thought echoes around in your quiet bedroom.

🥤🥤🥤🥤

Later when a group project comes up, Brian without hesitation jumps to join a group of boys in the class and leaves you with Sally.

Sally is popular, and very beautiful, but it was the first time you really tried to talk to her. It turns out she's incredibly insightful and a good listener. Its nice for someone to give you their attention like that. Which is funny in a way, it makes you feel kinda special, because Sally doesn't even give Brian the time of day. So in your curiosity, you ask her about that.

"I just hate getting the attention of a class clown, when what I really need is to focus in class" she rolls her eyes as she says it. She takes a glance at Brian's group. "..but I notice that Brian and you have become quite the pair, I think it's pretty cool, Brian is so behaved when he's with you".

Blood rushes to your face. "Oh haha, no, no, were not that close..."

But at that moment, the group of boys with Brian began to get loud and rowdy. They've been loudly debating about the best kind of place to take a date out. They've begun to joke and laugh at how Brian works at Mickeys, mocking him how hilarious it could be for a first date. You saw that he was laughing along with them, but you could see it was irritating him.

"Ohhh noooo! A girl would NEVER ask for another date. Can you imagine making her order at the counter? How embarrassing"

"And then brian asks for the kids' meal?!" laughter from the boys.

"Noooo! Brian would use his employee discounts on the combos! That's just so sad!" More laughter. And it just irked you until you spoke up.

"We'll I think it could be fun for a date?" You say interrupting the loud conversation. It was a numbing silence for a fraction of a second before Brian spoke.

"Well, it's because your standards are low since you can't even seem to find a boyfriend." Came a quick response from Brian's mouth. The boys gasped and blew up with sudden laughter.

Regrets flash across Brian's face instantly when he sees you speechless, with hurt written on your brow, but you're fighting against it. Sally puts her hand on your arm, worried about you. The boys don't seem to notice anything wrong. But Brian notices.

He didn't realize what he said. He was just so annoyed and wanted someone else to be teased instead of him.

You feel hot, and your skin is prickly. That was really mean. It hurt. You weren't so sure why. Because what he said was true. But it hurt because it came from him.

Your thoughts flashed back to the origami heart that you've been keeping in your bedside table, it actually means nothing to him. And all the other hearts that he must have made this week and before. All just folded paper and nothing more.

But you swallow the feeling down somehow and focus back on your partner and the project for the rest of the class.

But that night, in your bed, under the covers, frustrated tears fall into your pillow.

Am I ugly? No one has ever wanted me. No one has ever seen me. Aren't I good enough for anyone?

Brian wouldn't ever see you in that way. You hate it, hate him. Hate yourself. He made you feel like you mattered to him, but you must have made it all up in your head, a boy has never been nice to you until Brian, so you didn't know any better. He won't ever see you that way.

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The next week at school you try to act like you always have, havung a better understanding now that Brian is simply the way he is. So you become a little distant. He notices of course. He's been thinking about what he said over and over. And hates himself, he's never liked saying sorry in all his life. But now he's scared for the first time that he might be losing you if he dosent act. You won't even look at his eyes anymore. Like you find it too painful to do so.

During lunch break, he finds you, he asks, unsure how to converse naturally.

"Hey, how's your project with Sally going?" He says. Then you realize 'he must have never stopped liking Sally even from the start of the year. It was so obvious, why didn't I see it?'

"It's going well, actually. we're almost done. Did you want to tag along bri? We're gonna be at the library after school to finish up." You think maybe you can help him get Sally to see that he's a really nice guy.

Brain seems nervous but says yes straight away. He must really like her, you think.

After school, once you all meet up and finish off studying at the library, you insist on going home first and leave to catch your bus. Brian tries to ask you to hang out longer. But Sally lets you go and wants to speak to brian alone. Sally seems like she has something serious to tell him.

You smile a little in sadness, its working out well, it seems.

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Brian Pov

She left me here with sally. Avoiding me again. I watch as her back disappears out the front doors. Then Sally hits me on the arm.

"Ow! What's your problem?"

"You!"

"What did I do to you?"

"Not what you've done to me! But to her!! all year, you've been making googly eyes at her, and the other day, you treat her like crap! You need to fix this and apologize, and then leave her alone if you're only going to hurt her feelings because of your ignorant attitude."

"I don't know what you mean"

"I see everything brian, like how you doodle on her notebooks, and talk quietly to her, how you giggle under your breath at her jokes. You honestly can't be more obvious how you treat her special, but then you turn on her so quickly like that. It's such a dick move. An asshole move"

He puts his face in his hands in shame. "God, I AM an asshole!!" Brian is on the brink of breaking down."Do you think she hates me now? I messed up so badly."

"Tell her you're sorry face to face. Whatever she does to you after that is up to her. Though since we're talking about her, she will probably forgive you. But if you want to finally tell her you like her, this might be your best chance "

Brian blushes red, "w-what, I don't like her like that-"

"Why do you bother lying, brian?"

"It really isn't- ughh."

Brian quickly rushes after where you left. And found you sitting at the bus shelter, he looks at the digital sign it says your bus arrives in 20 mins

He looks down at you, and you're already looking at him sheepishly. You've been caught.

"Your bus isn't even here till another 20 mins!" Brian almost yells, but he's playfully scolding you like you normally do. You look down and smile. Brian loves that, your little shy grin.

"How did it go with Sally?" You ask hopefully.

"Good. But I don't want to talk about that. I need to tell you some stuff. Uh, the first one is that..I said something the other day. I just-"

"It's okay, I get it, I overreacted-"

"No, you didnt- Wait. It wasn't that. My point is i'm sorry for what i said, I think I hurt you. It's not cool of me. I'm always battling my asshole-ary every day, you know that. But you didn't deserve it. So I'm sorry"

"You are, forgiven." And you give him a small closed lip smile.

"Oh really? Already? Well, and, um, the 2nd thing is. There's something I have to ask you-" Your bus comes and stops loudly in front of them. Brian is flustered. You are conflicted, there's only one bus every hour for this route, you should take this bus. But you want to wait for Brian to finish.

"Um, Brian, think I should take this bus"

"Oh, yeah of course! Tomorrow then!"

"Ok, see ya bri"

As you climb up the door to pay and look back at Brian, the bus then pulls away, and you miss his sad little frown and his green eyes following you as your image fades down the street.

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The next day in class, Brian pulls out another origami heart he worked on last night and slides it over to you. The teacher notices it and warns everyone about passing notes in class. You grab the note and see what it says.

"Good morning beautiful! Plz open me" you frown at being called beautiful. Glancing over at him, he smirks.

Nervous, you open it carefully. Inside it says something that makes her heart race and break at the same time.

"Let's go to Mickeys tonight, it's my treat" then you hear a snickering from a few desks away, it was one of his boys looking over at you.

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You go to Mickeys, you think he's just asked you out as a friend, but he seems to be as nervous as you are, but you dont want to get your hopes up.

After having your meal in awkward silence, he asks you as casually as he can muster.

"So, I was thinking, do you want a second date?"

"Huh? D-date?"

"Y-you know, we went to Mickeys-- like you said! This is like, a date for you"

"…are you..like- just- teasing me? Hahaah…like you're mocking me? You rascal" You laugh nervously, voice trembling all over the place. Trying to hide the sudden emotions that came with realizing what this was all about. He just wanted to humor you.

"Huh? What? No? He laughs. Mickeys is like, your standard right? For like- like a date?"

"Well, no-"

"And-and, I mean I- we hadn't hung out like together yet.. as friends, and like you haven't been on a date before…I thought maybe..i could, be someone you-"

"So you're… helping me?" You laugh comes out jumpy and strange sounding "Oh, wooow,..I um, thanks man. That's just so, thoughtful of you" and you uncharacteristically lean over to punch his arm, you cringe for the fifth time. And he rubs the spot you bumped him.

"But, um, you know I think that maybe we should go on dates with people we actually have feelings for, don't you think? But, thanks for the offer" you shrug and try to laugh it off, but it feels too loud and fake in your ears.

"So no...date?" He looks kind of paler than usual.

You start to gather your trash. "I just realized i need to get home, sorry I can't stay much longer Bri. This was…fun. Bye!" Practically running away.

You don't understand what had just happened. You don't understand Brian at all. Was he that experienced in dating that he could give you a trial of it? That he felt pitty for you?

Your whole body felt hot from embarrassment. And a hard lump has been stuck in your throat ever since you received his little note in class. You practically speed walk all the way home sobbing into your Hoodie.

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"Good for you."

"Huh?" Sally is talking to you, Brian is late for your class it seems.

"I got…some tea, from a little bird, or something like that. That you rejected Brian"

"When did I do that?"

"Uh, didn't you go to Mickeys with him the other day?"

"I did." Has he gone and told everyone about it?

"I'm sorry, but I can't pretend that i didn't know. It just happened to be the same day he left a voice message on my phone, and I connected the dots that it was about you. " This made you sad without realizing it. They've been talking?

"Oh, he did?" But you guess it's good that they're getting to know each other.

"Don't look so sad! It wasn't like that, that boy sounded mad over the phone, he was mad at first. Saying stuff on the message like 'you were wrong about everything!' And that 'he was dumb.' But then he just..started crying. Well it sounded like crying. You didn't do that to him?" You stare a Sally perplexed at what it all meant.

"Explain please"

Sally looked at you for a moment and seemed ro realize something then began waving her hands 'no' at you "Ooooooh, wait no, I think you should talk to him about it, i've said too much"

"No, say it please! I'm tired of him playing with me."

"Ughhh, well he..he thought that you liked him, so…and I thought you did too! But then when you clearly don't, which is okay…he's just. It's just sad. He's going through it right now."

"But I don't know why he would be so upset, it's not like he likes me? He likes..someone else."

"You…think so? Huh. Well, I think it's best if you talk to him about this"

"But-"

"It's best if two of you talk"

"No-"

Then, at that moment, Brian walks in late to class and rushes over to his seat between you and Sally.

"You're tardy, Mr Wilcox, which is actually a first. Take your seat."

He acting stiff and can barely look at you.

Normally, you could get his attention and whisper things to him comfortably, but right now, he's so distant that you just decided to message him on your phone.

R U working tonight?

No Thurs

Ok, do u wna study w me n Sally tonight?

No that's ok u guys can just work on ur project together

Oh ok

And that went on for the rest of the lesson. His cold shoulder. Bothered by this you messing him again.

Ur being weird, is this about the other day? I appreciated ur idea, but I just didn't want ppl to confuse our friendship.

Idea?

Yeah like you giving me dating 'experience' without having an actual bf

What?????

She didn't reply after that message out of frustration. Why is he acting like he has no idea what he's been doing to you?

Nevermind Brian

Hey

You know what? I can get a boyfriend anytime if I want.

You hear a sharp gasp quickly after sending your last text. "Hey." He tries to tap your shoulder, but the teacher tells him off right away.

You give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. He looks over at you desperately for the rest of that week.

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Thursday comes by. You come to visit Mickeys with Warren, a guy you sometimes talk to in your IT class. You told Warren that there's a guy you like and want to see if he would feel anything if he saw you with someone else. It was stupid, you know it. You promised to buy him a Mickeys meal if he helped you.

You and Warren order at the counter, a sullen Brian takes your order, and you still haven't talked to one another since. And it's eating him inside, and now you're here with someone else? He disappeared to the back once your order was placed.

You receive your burgers and sit down at your table to eat. It was a normal, peaceful few moments until Brian came sprinting out of the kitchen to stop you from eating

"NO, no stop!"

"What! Brian, what's wrong??"

"No, just- don't eat that- I-" You stare at him lost for words, shame written on his face.

"I'm sorr- I just thought -" his face was crumbling, and the shame was turning into sadness. His eyes are glassy with emotion. He buried his face in his hands, defeated. "Never mind, it all makes sense."

"What does?"

"Why you won't like me."

Long silence came after what he said, only broken by Warren slowly getting up to walk away and saying that hes gonna use the bathroom. But either of you actually notice.

"…why I 'won't like you?' Why would that matter, Brian? Why? You like someone, that's who that matters."

"YES, I do. And it DOES."

"Huh??"

"I-im an asshole sometimes. But I know that you know that already, so that can't be the reason. And I'm not much to look at, but. But I've never cared if anyone liked how I looked. It never mattered to me so much before. But I wish I was more, like conventionally appealing. But i mean, that can't be why, you're not that kind of person- but is that why? Or, or- no. Or it's simply because I'm me. Because I'm Brian, the type of asshole that defiles a fucking burger???"

"Brian, please, it's hard for me to understand…"

"I put a LOOGIE in your patty"

"Excuse me????" Not the words you were expecting.

"It was meant for him!!"

"Warren?"

"Yes!"

"Are you somehow, jealous??"

"Yes!"

"And why??"

"Because I like you, and you hate me!"

A painful silence fills the restaurant. Looking around, Brian catches his manager, looking at him disapprovingly. But Brian mouths to him, "just resolving an issue"

"Ok, but lower your voice"

Brian sighs, putting his attention back to you. Sitting there still stunned at his confession. "Let me take that burger back. I'll make you a new one"

"No." You make a mad grab at the box, but Brian had the same thought as you. He now had the other side of the box in his hand.

"Give it!"

"Let go, brian"

"What's the problem!?"

You rip it out of his clasp, open the box, and proceed to scuff the burger down your throat.

"What are you doing?? No!! Why did you do that? I had my saliva in that???"

"Do you think I would do that if I didn't like you?"

A hundred emotions pass through Brian's face in the silence that came after that bizarre display.

"You… like me?"

"Was me eating your foul burger not clear enough?"

"Well no. But. You…like me?"

"I have, like always"

"...me?" His eyes are glassy looking at you in something that looks like hope.

But instead of saying anymore to reassure his low self-esteem just how much you think a he's great guy, you start to cry. And you don't have a clue why. Just that you're so happy he finally knows.

"I really like you too. Like always" and just like in a movie, he reaches out with a finger and gently wipes a tear off your cheek.

[trinketpixie]

brian had one too many grimace milkshakes…now he’s seeing grimace in Mickey’s

[tofizopam1997]

I’VE WATCHED TEN MOVIES WITH PAUL DANO HELP ME THE VOICES IN MY HEAD SCREAMING TO STOP BUT I CAN’T

[screamingwhisper]

for reasons I do not fully understand, whenever I lay eyes on this guy I feel this deep, uncontrollable and primal urge to fuck his face, like have him open his mouth and stick his tongue out and just hump the absolute shit out of his face, I need to make him drool all over my pussy and smear my cum all over his face like the filthy grimy bitch he is, need to pinch his nose so he can't breathe and his eyes roll to the back of his head

[girlnextdoooor]

+rules 'n regs!

i'm L, i've been a member of danonation for a couple of years now (shoutout to okja for that)

obviously this is a writing blog! i can do matchups, headcanons, songfics, and playlists, along with the general reader insert fics! :)

i strongly prefer to write from requests, but if i have something specific in mind, i'll probably also put that work out too lol

+characters i WILL write for:

jay

klitz (my beloved <3)

dwayne hoover*

edward nashton/the riddler

eli sunday

brian wilcox

burt fabelman

percy dolarhyde

*: no nsfw/18+

i will write generally any kind of story or kinks as long as it doesn't involve feet or certain... bodily functions...

with all that out of the way, my requests are open!! all requests will be tagged under "reqs!!" :D

[dirtguys-silly-stuff]

EMO BOY