#you know that?

[inklessletter]

"Let's run away. Let me take you to the beach. Let me give you the summer as a birthday present. I swear, you won't ever forget it."

☀️

Thank you so much for trusting the process with me again today.

I am honestly so proud of this piece. It took me a thousand hours omg, but... but the fabric, and the skin, and the tattoos, and... and his aura, god. I'm turning this shady, metalhead all time dressed in black, lover of the night and dark things sweetheart into a sun lover. A happy little thing.

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

(If y’all want a tag list or something let me know, I’m already up to part 8 or 9 in drafts. I don’t know how many more parts there will be after that, but I’m willing!)

Eventually the god-awful hitching in his breath stops. The trembling stops. The tears stop. His breathing slows down, his mind comes back online, and he takes a deep breath.

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. “That sounds better. You back with me?” He punctuates it with a slow hand down Steve’s back, and Steve never wants to leave.

He forces himself to lean back, sniffle and wipe his face and try to rein himself back in, laughing quietly when Eddie hands him the entire tissue box on his nightstand. “Back,” he mutters, sniffling again. “Sorry.”

There’s enough light coming from the hallway that Steve can see the brow Eddie raises at him. “Sorry for trauma? Cut the crap, Steve, and tell me what I can do.” He shifts so he’s sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed. “Wanna talk about it?”

Steve huffs out a humorless laugh. “No.” He picks at the corner of the tissue box. “You died. We were back in the Upside Down, and Dustin was just standing there, and I was getting annoyed because it’s not like we haven’t been through this before, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do, which fucking sucks, but. Anyways. He was standing there, so I walk over and I- I see you, and…” he shakes his head. “Guess you tried to be the hero or some shit. I don’t know. Fuckin’ broke me.”

“I’m here,” Eddie promises again, hand palm-up on the comforter between them. Steve stares at it for a second before taking it.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another breath before he trusts himself to look up at Eddie’s face. “You are.”

Eddie cracks a joke, because he’s Eddie. “So I tried to be the hero and I couldn’t cut it, huh?”

Steve might still be figuring out his own emotions, and where his feet exactly are (he’d been sitting at an awkward angle and his legs fell asleep), but he knows that tone of voice. “You know why I said that?” He asks. “Why I told you not to be the hero?”

Eddie snorts. “Think your subconscious just told us exactly why. I woulda died.”

Steve shakes his head. “I told you not to because I couldn’t risk it. I know you would’ve, no hesitation. But I needed you safe. Alive.”

Eddie giggles. “Well, shit, man. Way to make me feel like a dick.”

Steve squeezes the hand he’s holding and somehow manages a teasing tone back. “You do that well enough on your own.”

Eddie groans and flops backwards, head narrowly missing the tissue box. “You wound me,” he says dramatically, and Steve starts laughing.

Eventually Steve gets his emotions under control and Eddie sits back up, tugging on their joined hands to get Steve’s attention. “You thinking you can fall back asleep?”

Steve shrugs. “I usually stay up and read or listen to music or whatever.”

Eddie grins. “How about breakfast instead?”

Steve laughs incredulously. “At three in the morning?”

Eddie shrugs. “You’re not gonna sleep. I’m not gonna sleep if you’re not. We might as well. Plus, pancakes just taste better in the middle of the night. It’s a well-proven fact of life.”

Steve giggles. “You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he says, uncaring that his voice sounds unbearably fond.

“Why thank you, my good sir,” Eddie says in an absolutely atrocious British accent, almost tripping over himself as he tries to get off the bed and bow at the same time.

Steve very carefully doesn’t think about the fact that they’re still holding hands.

He flicks on the light as they enter the kitchen, then immediately regrets it, hissing and shutting his eyes. “Fuck, I forgot.”

Eddie pauses. “Your eyes need to adjust?”

“No, man, fuckin’ headache, just… just gimme a second, I’ll be fine.”

Eddie reaches over and flips the switch back to off. “Y’know,” he starts, quieter than normal, “I’ve never made pancakes in the dark before.”

He squeezes Steve’s hand, pulls him forward a few feet. Steve, eyes still closed, lets him.

He startles at the feeling of something cold on his forehead, only after the fact registering the sound of the freezer door opening and shutting. “Thanks,” he murmurs, squeezing Eddie’s forearm before moving to grab the ice pack, adjusting it a bit and sighing. “Tylenol in the bathroom. D’you mind—”

“‘Course, sit down, I gotcha. Want a Coke? Does caffeine help or hurt?”

Steve hums. “Hurt. Water please.”

“I’m on it. Nurse Eddie, at your service.”

Steve smiles as he imagines the overdramatic bow Eddie probably took. “Nurse Ratched, maybe.”

Eddie gasps in mock offense. “I will have you know I’m an excellent nurse.”

“Mhm. You’re takin’ a while on those meds, excellent nurse.”

“I- you- be quiet,” Eddie lands on, at odds with the soft squeeze to Steve’s forearm as he brushes past on his way to the bathroom.

Yeah, Steve thinks, I’ve still got it.

Pt 7

[yellowlikelemons]

Hatred is just another kind of obsession, so go ahead. I want you to be obsessed with me. ❤️ And torture doesn’t need to hurt. How would you like it if I made you feel so good you couldn’t control yourself anymore? I bet I could make you beg for me. Wouldn’t that be humiliating? Moaning the name of someone you hate? To our owners it will look like we’re getting along better than anyone could have expected! It’ll only cost every ounce of pride you have… well, assuming you have any to begin with!

You... want me to be obsessed with you? Brat, you're being really strange, you know that? Like I said, gosh, she never should've picked you up. Can't help it, I suppose - I'd be in love with me too if I were you. How difficult would it be to be a meanless little stray that gets picked up off the street, only to come home and have to compete with a well-trained showdog? Of course you hate me. You idolize me, and you're trying to prove to yourself that you could be me by pulling me down to your level, hm? I can't help but instantly, almost instinctively picture myself gently biting into your shoulder, needily rocking my hips against you. You know I can't resist submitting once somebody pushes my buttons like that. It's in my blood to lay down, expose my belly, wait for your hand to trail down the seam of my boxers. I just hate that it's you doing it.

[knickknacksandallthat]

Chapter 3

Kevin holds onto the side of the gate as he catches his ankle behind his back, stretching his quad.  His breath puffs in the early morning air before he switches legs.  Then he lets go of the gate and bends down to touch his toes.  His mind wanders as he goes through the routine, thinking back to the conversation he, Jeremy, and Jean had at dinner a couple of days ago.  “Now remember what the rules are for this vacation,” Jeremy told them at the table, before popping a stuffed olive in his mouth.  It was something Jeremy established long ago.  Before every vacation, all parties would name the one thing they wanted out of the experience.  Some would use the rule to state an attraction or place they wanted to see.  Others would use it to declare the need for time or seclusion to unwind.  And sometimes people would use it to demand something silly, like the time Sara ordered them all not to use the word “my” the entire vacation (which was much more difficult than any of them had originally expected).  It was a quick and easy way to figure out everyone’s goal for their time off and helped smooth over many a ruffled feather before they could even start. Jeremy swallowed, the elegant bob of his throat distracting Kevin for a second before he continued, “Jean’s was-”

Want to read from the beginning of the fic? Go here.

Want to read from the beginning of the series? Check it out here.

[cold-r-ain-in-june]

@ciaraloves CIARA DID YOU PUT THINGS IN MY TAG WITHOUT TAGGING ME SO ID GET A BIG WIPLASH WHEN I REMEMBER YOU DO THAT AND I READ ALL OF THEN?? i hate you (i'll kiss you so bad it'll suck all the air out of your lungs)

[lover-of-mine]

Me: *has been going to therapy every week for the past 3 years*

Me: *mentions my therapist*

Mom: wait you have a therapist?

Me: 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

[gniteruirui]

The notification from Ryn made me smile. I feel nostalgic at this (,:

[victusinveritas]

For those not in the know, this is one of the Amanita mushrooms referred to as a Destroying Angel. Never, ever, ever, ever forage with an app. Especially for mushrooms.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[diamondnokouzai]

"the pvp on this site is brutal" "this website's hatemail game is insane" you guys werent here from 2013-2016. they shot you if you reblogged from someone who reblogged from someone who liked kill la kill.

in fact i disabled reblogs on this post on november 14 2024 because i FUCKING HATE DREAM DADDY and im sick of seeing it in tags in my notifs.

[rhythmgameurl]

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again