#smashes them together like Barbie dolls

[eggslamwich]

Girls girls girls

[ten9th]

uugH they're so cute and in love

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, can we discuss the way Eddie automatically assumed Buck asked him first and his own girlfriend was the backup for the weekend plans before he knew they broke up? Not for a second that man thinks that Buck's girlfriend is already busy and that's why Buck is asking him. No, no, he is the priority and the girlfriend is the backup plan.

[weird-an]

Harrington left a mark on his chest and it aches sweetly. Billy's skin tingles.

He stretches himself, all worn out and so exhausted he stops thinking about what's happening at Cherry Lane and that home is so far away it's something people only ever seen on television and postcards.

"Billy," Harrington is next to him, skin pressed against his. "Let's get burgers."

Harrington is as lonely as Billy. Always wants him to spend the night, wants to share his pizza, offered with huge brown eyes Billy can't say no to. Has a stupid big dick Billy can't get enough of, knows how balance kisses and bites and makes it hard for Billy not so scream his name.

Billy hates him, because it gets harder to leave every day. He hates him, because Harrington is the only good thing about Hawkins. Because Harrington will get bored eventually, will throw him away, because at the end of the day he's just a rich kid getting all the toys he wants.

"Cheeseburger with bacon," Billy still says, because Harrington is the worst drug he's ever been addicted to. "You're buyin'."

He lights himself a cigarette to distract himself from the beam on Harrington's face.

They sit in the living room, Billy in a bathrobe that says "Harrington Senior", because Harrington gets a kick out of fucking him in it. Another thing Billy tries not to like - behind polo shirts and expensive cologne Harrington is just as fucked up as Billy.

Daddy issues can't get fixed with money, Billy knows that. He prefers alcohol and fights to tell everybody that's where he got the scars from.

He's chewing on his burger when Harrington goes for the kill.

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" he asks, like he has any idea what that means. Like he has thought about it for a while.

Billy swallows slowly. "You don't want that, Harrington."

He rubs the red bite mark on his pec, because it's like Harrington's teeth are still there.

"I do." Harrington is used to get what he wants. "I really like you."

It hurts more than it should have.

"You know I like to suck dick." Billy snorts. "You don't know me."

Nobody knows Billy, not here. Harrington likes to look him in the eyes during sex, but Billy always squeezes them shut.

Harrington tilts his head. "I know you like to swim, you like to read but you always hide it, you don't like locked doors, you love to eat burritos, you're always up so early and watch the sun rise. I know you pretend to hate Max, but you'd always protect her."

It's like Harrington is stripping him naked, like he knew it be like that and came prepared, like he puts a fucking thought into it.

"I don't read," Billy says weakly. The room is fucking blurred and all he can see is Harrington's face, tenderness written all over it.

"Liar," Harrington whispers.

"I don't like you, Harrington." Billy's heart is in his throat.

"Liar." Harrington’s hand is on his.

Billy blinks the tears away. Men don't cry is what his old man taught him with a belt and his fists.

Harrington always gets what he wants.

"I'm not your girlfriend or shit. No one can ever know - or we're fucking dead." Billy can't look at him.

"I know." Harrington presses a kiss on his cheek. "Boyfriends."

Something in Billy uncurls and he feels like he drank half a bottle of whiskey.

"Boyfriends," Billy mumbles. It's scary. It's the best thing about this god damn town.

[mini-cactus-me]

I have this idea so clear in my head of an SakuAtsu / UshiTen fic in which Tendou and Atsumu accidentally stumble into a friends-with-benefits relationship after Ushijima and Sakusa announce their relationship.

It’s done following an Adlers-MSBY game and Atsumu puts on a happy face but leaves at the first opportunity to drown his sorrows in liquor in a bar where he doesn’t have to be surrounded by his congratulatory teammates and well wishes to the new couple.

Two drinks in, the stranger next to him swivels in his chair to face him with a commiseratory expression and says he recognizes a broken hearted stranger and let him buy him a drink.

Atsumu tries to wave off the guy, wanting to wallow alone, but the guy doesn’t seem care and buys him a drink anyway.

The man introduces himself as Satori, a name that tickles Atsumu memory but he ignores it. He has the glazed eyes of someone who has already had a fair share of liquor and rocks in his chair as he waxes poetic about how he flew out all the way from Paris to finally confess his feelings to his best friend from high school, only to show up at the bar his friend was celebrating at to find him celebrating his new relationship. He slipped out without a word, not wanting to ruin the mood with his broken heart.

It’s around their third shared drink that Atsumu reciprocates the gesture. Because hell, he’s drunk and heartbroken and this man is also drunk and heartbroken and maybe he just wants someone to listen. So he talks about Sakusa. His stupid hair and his stupid hand sanitizer and his stupidly flexible body and his stupidly handsome face and his stupid gloating smile when he wins and the stupid way he’s a germaphobe but still brings him medicine when he’s sick and all the things that made Atsumu fall stupidly in love with him, and now he’s stuck heartbroken bc the guy he’s in love with is now dating his high school crush and they’re probably gonna get married and have a stupidly beautiful wedding and live happily ever after.

And Satori listens to him and pats his back consolingly and suddenly Atsumu is kissing him because, fuck it, they’re both drunk and lonely and Sakusa is probably back at Ushijima’s place so why shouldn’t he have a little fun?

There’s hands and teeth and tongues, and the two of them somehow make it back to Atsumu’s room at the MYSB dorms and the rest of the night is a bit of a blur.

When Atsumu wakes up the next morning with a pounding hangover, to a surprised yelp from his door.

“Tendou-san! What are you doing in Atsumu’s room?”

Standing at the door with a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water, is Hinata, slack-jawed and looking between Satori and Atsumu, and suddenly, the synapses in his brain that had been bogged down by liquor last night, start firing.

The redhead looks between Hinata and Atsumu. His expression in clear confusion, trying to figure out how Hinata is here, but Atsumu is already well aware who the red head standing in his boxers is.

Satori. Tendou Satori.

Tendou Satori who was the middle blocker and famous Guess Monster of Shiratorizawa.

Tendou Satori who is Ushijima Wakatoshi’s best friend who lives in Paris.

Sakusa is going to kill him.

Thus begins a comedy of errors in which Tendou and Atsumu try and disguise the fact that they’ve slept together from their respective unrequited loves, all the while Ushijima and Sakusa’s relationship grows tense as they both find growing discomfort in Atsumu and Tendou’s perceived closeness.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Bartender Phantom x Regular Swiss because i need to write them so bad.

"Hey, Phantom !"

From their place behind the bar, they huff, trying to smother a smile as they turn toward the man calling out for them. The booming voice is unmistakeable, Phantom would know it everywhere ; it's no surprise to find Swiss leaning against the bar, braced on his elbows, dark eyes crinkling in the corners with the width of his smile. The man hasn't shrugged his leather jacket off yet, having made a beeline for Phantom the second he caught sight of them.

"Swiss," Phantom hums in answer, trying to come off as disinterested even as they stop wiping glasses to give him their full attention. Swiss drums his fingers on the countertop, teasingly close to where Phantom's hand lays.

"You comin' to see the game tonight ?"

Phantom shrugs, glancing at where Swiss' group of friends are settling at their usual table. As some of their longest regulars, they pratically own it.

"Don't know, not a huge fan of hockey."

"Come on," Swiss playfully sighs, letting the last word drag on for longer than strictly necessary, "it'll be fun. I know some of the players, and even Rainy's coming, right, tadpole ?"

Rain, who had started making Swiss' order whithout even having to ask, winks at him.

"You bet I am. Ifrit's playing, right ? He's a vision on the ice."

Swiss hums in answer, eyes still trained on Phantom, his hand drifting to brush the inside of their wrist, voice lowering.

"C'mon. I'll give you a lift. Bring you back home like a proper gentleman."

And Phantom can act as nonchalent as they want, there is no denying the pull Swiss has on them, the way his touch sends sparks under their skin. They lean forward, helplessly, drinking in the easy charm oozing from the man.

"Right. I know how those things end."

Swiss tilts his head, grabbing the drink Rain slides toward him without ever looking away.

"And how do they end, exactly ?"

Memories flash in Phantom's mind, making their face heat up, though they try to keep their tone light. It's hard, with Swiss' knowing gaze on them.

"With you, and me, in the backseat..." Phantom trails their fingers up Swiss' forearm, following the shapes inked under his skin, delighted by the goosebumps rising in answer, "with your hands under my shirt if i still wear a shirt at all..." they push one of Swiss' locks back behind his ear, watching the man's pupils expand, "you acting the opposite of gentleman-like when you pull me in your lap. Isn't that right, Swiss ?"

The man takes a deep breath, downing half of his drink in one go.

"Goddamit bug. Doesn't sound so bad, does it ?"

Of course it doesn't. Swiss' hungry but reverant touch, his hot mouth and all the filthy whispers it drips directly in Phantom's ear, his deep throaty groans rumbling while he bounces Phantom on his lap, keeping them so full they can feel him in their throat...oh, Phantom is adicted.

"Mmh, "bad", no. Unprofessional as hell ? Absolutely."

It's token protest, really, a game of cat and mouse they both engage in whenever they get the chance. Swiss is too charming for his own good, always up for a challenge ; Phantom, not as innocent as they look, flippant, with quite the ego most people don't suspect from them. Their little dynamic works for them, maybe even too well.

"You'd be off the clock," Swiss counters, toying with the collar of Phantom's shirt, "no one to scold you for fucking a regular, especially since your boss is sure to end up under Dew."

Phantom glances at Rain, who's pretending not to listen but is betrayed by his smirk and indulgent nod confirming Swiss' statement. The man in question, apparently disagreeing with Phantom's attention being on anyting else other than him, tugs a little harder on their shirt collar, bringing their faces close.

"C'mon baby. Come to the game."

Phantom grins, deciding on one last tease.

"Aren't you worried I'll find a hot hockey player to take me home instead of you ?"

Swiss' thumb slips under Phantom's collar then, searches for a faded bite mark he knows damn well he'll find, as the one who put it there, and presses on it with a possessive hum.

"Mmh, 'course not. Because I know, if I wasn't the one you wanted, you wouldn't have let me lay a single finger on you, isn't that right Phantom ?"

Checkmate, game over, Phantom relents, for now.

"Alright. Pick me up after my shift, don't be late, or i'll go with Rainy."

Swiss' laugh is bright, stirring an emotion far too tender for their little game in the secrecy of Phantom's chest.

"Aya aye Captain. I'll make myself pretty just for you, yeah ?"

Phantom can't wait.

[bucksboobs]

EddieJosh Endgame could work except for the part where Josh does NOT seem like the guy that wants kids. But that’s fine his boyfriend outsources the coparenting to this other gay couple he maybe definitely wants to sleep with but doesn’t because he has weird hangups about monogamy that Josh can’t seem to get him to let go of. So actually it’s fine EddieJosh endgame I guess

[transingthoseformers]

I miss read your taraprowl earthspark post as tarnprowl. And was just “how the fuck would that work”

And then discovered how it could work, seduction by logic! Mainly Tarn getting seduece by Prowl on complete accident bc big tank man loves how smart, snarky and logical mister cop car is and swoons over it.

idk lol

I THINK WE'VE TALKED ABOUT TARNPROWL BEFORE AND I'M WILLING TO TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN

It would be sooooo interesting, especially in an earthspark setting because playing with an earthspark Tarn is always fun

[transmasculinizing]

i cant stop thinking about brutalia those autistic freaks suck and they should be together bc they suck.they deserve each other. my brain chemistry is altered bc of them

[renegadeem]

The Valenwind brainrot persist.

[fuckedupgun]

“ Get the hell away from me, Faggot. Don't touch me. ”

Strahm looked at Hoffman, right in the eye when he said this. His lips curled into a disapproving frown, eyes slightly closed in disapproval of the former detective's actions. Oh how much he hated this man.

You look disgusting, Detective. I almost feel sorry.

- @fuckedupgun

“ Gee, thanks. I almost didn’t notice. ”

The man was now holding some kind of makeshift ice pack to the mangled chunk of flesh he called a cheek. Half of it looks to be freshly stitched.

“ Don’t get all soppy on me. You’re already as gross as it is. ”

[umgeorge]

george russell and mick schumacher in the paddock on media day, austria - june 27, 2024 📷 joe klamar / getty

[skidspace]

RIP Grantaire d’Les Miserables you would’ve loved Eddie “Stranger Things” Munson

And also RIP Eddie “ Stranger Things ” Munson you probably DID love Grantaire d’ Les Miserables

[girlsdads]

most niche playlist of all time award goes to me 🫡

[journcys-archived]

He was known as a mighty sea god and yet here he was, getting so easily embarassed by the man in front of him, his head tilts gently; long braid swaying and nearly touching the ground from the movement as he gives a gently roll of the eyes. Koko would be oh so annoying if he wasn’t simultaneously endearing…”I see.” He murmured in response,

Lips purse softly, almost into a pout as he quirks a brow upwards. It takes a moment for him to get it; and as soon as he does, his eyes widen slightly when it clicks; colour returning to his features. He couldn’t be serious. Ah…

“You’re a pervert.” He murmurs softly, looking away from him—though, there’s a pause and a slight glance thrown to Koko; and Marea looks like he’s almost sinking into himself from the embarrassment.

“…Are you serious, or are you just trying to get a rise out of me…?”

“I didn’t say that I didn’t…enjoy it…” his voice trails off as he speaks—He knew this had to have been Koko’s favourite little game to play and each time the ocean god always seemed to fall for it. Why must he tease him like this? Marea would never understand…he remained flustered; the colour in his face deepening. Embarrassing…

“You take part in a show like this…? Hm. That must really boost your ego, huh?” He huffs gently, still doing his best to not have any eye contact with any part of the others half naked body, shifting in his seat before crossing his arms. “Are these shows just in Alola, or elsewhere…? I would need to know if I have to travel or not.” Well, he didn’t say no.

[meat4meat]

@sepsisklock got me thinking about star trek aus for tlt now and you know what backwater space outpost is just begging for more lesbians on it?

Fringe space outpost full of lesbians with a history associated with an expanding colonial empire?

It's even got 9 in the name like c'mon.