#and nothing else

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve let out the greatest sigh he'd ever heaved. "I can't believe I have to fuck him."

Robin's head whipped to him so fast like he just said he was gonna jump off a building. "You don't have to."

"No I'm gonna", Steve said, eyes not leaving Eddie. He was biting his thumb like he couldn't wait to get alone with him.

Robin looked back at Eddie, who was filling up his plate with things from the picnic table. "I don't see it."

"Because you're a lesbian."

"With taste. And standards. I mean what exactly has got you twirling your hair right now?"

"I mean look at him!"

Eddie had a plate in one hand that already had an open burger on it. The fingers of his other hand danced like they were trilling a piano as he was deciding on what to put on the plate next. He grabbed some chips on the side and then placed the plate down to figure out what he condiment he wanted.

Eddie put his hand on his chin like it was the utmost important decision. Then he grabbed the mayo and the mustard in one hand and squeezed them in a swirl.

"You gonna kiss him with must-ayo breath?", Robin snickered.

"I wish I was that burger", Steve said as he watched Eddie sink his teeth into it. Steve bit his lip while Eddie was licking som stray sauce off his fingers and Robin felt uncomfortable.

"Um, do you, Eddie, and the burger want some privacy."

If Steve was being honest, he didn't fully trust himself to be alone in a room with just Eddie and whatever he was currently feasting on.

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Eddie wasn't drunk. He wasn't even buzzed. No this particular evening, he was simply loopy on lack of sleep. He'd meant to go to bed, honest. But an idea popped into his mind and things kept adding in a delicious stew of inspiration and he just stayed up all night.

When Steve heard that, he nearly cursed him out for driving like that to his house.

"We were supposed to meet today, Steeeeve."

"It could've waited."

"Hmm, one doesn't make the king wait."

Eddie collapsed onto his couch and Steve thought he might conk out right away, but he was valiantly staying awake. Steve sat next to him and thought he might wait to see just in case Eddie fell asleep in the next 15 seconds.

Instead, Eddie reached out slowly with his pointer finger and booped Steve's nose. "It's so pointy", he said in a croaky voice. "Bet the girls loved that."

Steve snorted. "What?"

"When you ate 'em out."

"Dude!", Steve laughed. Eddie was always pretty candid, but this was another brand.

Then Eddie began to draw circles on Steve's face with his finger, all while drawing out that croaky sound before saying "Phooone hoooome."

Steve giggled and Robin finally spoke up from the loveseat.

"Yeah, I'm still here. But you know, movie night can wait or whatever."

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Steve's hands were in his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. Robin was patting his back reassuringly.

"There, there."

"It's just... Robin you should've seen him."

"I've seen him, babe."

"Not like this he was just-he was so into it!"

Steve had gone to pick up Eddie from the Wheeler's. He figured he'd find the other either with Mike, or maybe even Nancy. But no. Eddie had been in the backyard, in the middle of a very intense game of pretend with Holly. It had taken Steve everything not to strip and beg Eddie to give him his own babies.

"Have I...always been this much of a slut?", Steve asked.

Robin thought for a second before answering. "Yyyeah. But also, you've always been a goofball. Now that I think about it, you and Nancy had kinda an opposites attract thing. But maybe you don't need to opposite. You need someone as silly as you."

"Steve!", Eddie nearly crashed through his door. "We're making a blanket fort downstairs, you in?"

Steve rubbed his face and looked to Robin, admitting defeat with his eyes and then looked to Eddie. "Yeah. I really do."

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #platonic stobin #steve is in the closet about his goofiness #and nothing else #robin has to tell him yeah yall are made for each other #ur both clowns

[alleiwentcrazy]

Now with a part two!

There’s a guy that comes to the cafe Eddie’s working at. Every other day, he comes to the counter, smiles at Eddie and gives him a post-it with “hi, an americano with two sugars please :)” written on it. He has a different color of post-it assigned for every day. Eddie smiles back and makes the americano, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest. 

Needless to say, the guy is insanely cute. He has swoopy chestnut hair, droopy, almost puppy-like eyes, and two moles on his neck that make him look like he’s been bitten by a vampire. Eddie’s not sure if he finds it more adorable or sexy; either way, he’s definitely developed a crush. And now, after months of trying to gather up his courage to say hi, after months of pining and staring from afar... He’s still nowhere near ready to talk to him. And Chrissy’s not letting him live it down. 

“You’re insufferable,” she whispers to him frantically when the guy comes through the door on the first Monday of December. “Do something more than smile dumbly or I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me,” Eddie hisses back as he tries to dust pastry crumbs off of his shirt. 

“I’m the manager. I can do whatever I want,” she chirps back and goes on to cleaning the machines that don’t need to be cleaned, because Eddie did that twenty minutes ago. 

The guy comes to the counter. There are snowflakes in his hair, big and soft. Eddie thinks that they compliment his eyes—then he realizes that it’s a weird thing to notice about a stranger. 

The stranger smiles. Eddie smiles back. Today’s post-it is light purple.

Eddie makes the americano. It’s muscle memory at this point, he’s not even thinking about what he’s doing until he has to force a lid onto the cup and serve it to his customer. Hell, whatever. He grabs a sharpie and bends down to drabble something on the cup, trying not to spill the coffee. He manages to draw an ugly looking snake that was supposed to be a dragon, cringes, writes “Have a nice day!” underneath it and prays that it isn’t too weird.

Of course it is. But, miraculously, the guy looks at it, huffs a tiny laugh and smiles right at Eddie and – yeah, whatever, curse him – the whole room lights up. Yes, it’s sappy. Sue him. He could be sappy for this guy—if the guy wanted it.

He takes his coffee and leaves, but before he crosses the threshold, he turns back and waves at Eddie, using only three fingers. It’s a small wave, but a wave nonetheless, so Eddie sends him his best grin and waves back.

When he’s finally out, Eddie bends over the counter and groans. Chrissy pats him between the shoulderblades, mocking sympathy. “You’re on probation,” she whispers. Eddie groans once again. This is hell.

***

He has to call in sick on Wednesday. Now that he’s thinking about it, he kind of knew that the mayo smelled funny and it wasn’t good anymore. But he’s a broke college student and he had a choice: stale bread with mayo and a slice of tomato, or just stale bread with a slice of tomato. These weren’t even real choices. It was suffering or suffering.

Apparently, he’d chosen double suffering, and he had a whole night of hurling to prove it. Good thing he doesn’t have to send Chrissy any photos of what he had to deal with – when he calls, she cuts him off with “Just take my afternoon shift tomorrow and we’re even. You’ll miss out on your cutie, it’s a punishment in and of itself,” and goes on with her day.

Eddie’s so grateful for Chrissy. He wouldn’t get anywhere without her. 

***

Eddie doesn’t expect his guy to come on Thursday, it isn’t his regular schedule, so he’s in for a surprise when his morning shift ends and turns into Chrissy’s afternoon shift, and then, some time later, his guy comes in—and he’s not alone.

He’s with a girl. With a pretty, pretty girl, who has beautifully curly brown hair, inquisitive eyes and kind but determined expression on her face. There’s something quite unique about her; Eddie thinks, briefly, that she looks like she’s from another era. Like if they were living in the 80s, she would have a perm, wear bold lipstick and have a whole wall of degrees and certificates in her office. She seems to be destined for great things. She’s a badass.

Eddie’s nothing like her. He tries to swallow down the jealousy as they near the counter. His – his? – guy looks surprised, but smiles either way, his eyes lighting up in a matter of seconds.

“Hi,” the girl says. Her own smile is so nice and warm Eddie can’t stay mopey for too long. “I’ll have a latte with two shots of espresso, and…”

She turns to the guy beside her, but Eddie doesn’t have to know the answer. “An americano with two sugars. On it.”

Their eyes lock for a second. The guy seems a bit shy, but he’s still smiling. Eddie counts that as a win. But he’s still quick with their coffees. He can sense the staring contest they’re having even while he has his back turned to them. He kinda wants them gone, but they didn’t ask for to go, so he just tries to stay calm. Focused. Sharp.

Fortunately, he doesn’t spill anything. They get their order and sit in a corner. It doesn’t look like a date, they pull out books and notes, scribble and sign from time to time. The girl clearly knows more than just the basics of ASL, unlike Eddie. Since the guy started showing up, he’s been trying to learn more about it, but now he makes a mental note to enroll on a course. It’s time to commit – to what, exactly, he’s not sure. But he’s gonna make it happen.

Hours pass, but they stay in the same position. Eddie steals a glance every now and then, trying not to let his jealousy get to the surface again, but it’s hard. The guy is cute, the girl is smart and beautiful. He decides to call Chrissy on his way home – if he has to pine, she’ll suffer with him.

The end of his shift is nearing when he hears a giggle from the godforsaken corner. He looks up from the cups he’s been rearranging and sees that it’s his guy’s girl who’s laughing. She’s laughing at yet another girl, who’s standing outside and drawing hearts on the dirty window. She has a goofy grin on her face, one that makes her eyes and her prominent cheekbones pop even more, and it’s the same grin that the girl inside is wearing at the moment.

Now, Eddie doesn’t know a lot about love, but he definitely recognizes heart eyes when he sees them. He smiles to himself – don’t judge a book by its cover, huh?

His guy looks exasperated about being completely ignored, so he taps the glass a few times. The girl outside looks at him, shocked, like she’s only just seen him now, sticks out her tongue at him, and goes back to blowing kisses at her girlfriend. The guy looks truly wounded. Eddie snorts; the dynamic here is immaculate.

In the meantime, the not-his-guy's girl has gathered her things and prepared to leave. She kisses his cheek on her way out, but the guy stays put, bending over his papers again. Eddie thinks it’s quite interesting. Then, he makes a plan.

When he’s done with work, his guy is still there. Which is perfect. Eddie fixes his hair one last time, trying to gauge whether his outfit is metal enough (it is) for the occasion, and grabs the americano with two sugars he’s made.

It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

His wildly beating heart isn’t so sure about that.

When he gets to his guy’s table, he sets the piece of paper on it first. “Looks like you’re swamped – it’s on the house,” it says. The guy looks up, surprised, his mouth opened in a tiny oh. His eyes go wide for a moment and then he smiles. Something warm settles inside Eddie’s chest.

The guy picks up a pen and writes “Thank you!!!” on Eddie’s piece of paper, but before giving it back, he changes his mind. “I’m Steve,” he scribbles, and then gives it back with a flash of smile.

He smiles a lot. It’s an amazing sight.

“Hello, Steve. I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you,” Eddie replies. “What are you working on?” he adds after a second, because he’s feeling bold and he really doesn’t want to go yet.

The guy – Steve – sighs. He makes some room on the loveseat he’s occupying and pushes his books to the middle. Eddie takes it as a cue to sit down. Their knees bump, Eddie gets goosebumps, but he doesn’t move away. Neither does Steve.

“I’ve got an assignment on modern fantasy and its mythological origins, but I’m not as nerdy as my friends so I’m struggling a bit. Nance helped, but she’s not an expert either and my other nerdy friends went for a trip. Maybe you have any experience?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide and he bounces with excitement, nodding his head along the way. “YES,” he writes, all caps, and Steve huffs another laugh. They look at each other then, Eddie all hyped and ready, Steve—soft? There’s no other way to describe it. His gaze is gentle, almost caring. Eddie can feel his cheeks warm up.

His phone buzzes aggressively in his pocket. He checks it – it’s Chrissy. She’s got her period and she’s out of tampons.

“Shit,” he mumbles. Steve bumps their shoulders.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Eddie picks up the pen. “Tiny emergency, I’m sorry. Tomorrow?”

He knows that his hopeful stare must seem desperate, but Steve reads his reply, looks up and smiles, nodding. Eddie wants to scream victory, but he only nods back and gets up instead. When he’s about to turn and leave, he feels fingers wrap around his hand, delicate but firm. Slowly, Steve opens up his hand and writes something on it.

It’s a phone number. “In case you get sick again :)”

Eddie can’t hold back his dopey smile any longer. When he looks at Steve, the corners of his lips quirk up too. He’s lovely.

Eddie can’t wait for tomorrow.

#steve harrignton #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steddie #ronance #fic #stranger things #st4 #coffeshop au #hoh steve harrington #my beloved #i'm sure it's been done #but i haven't seen it so here's my version #it's probably the first time without any angst in a fic i've written in my life #fluff #and nothing else #modern au #is it even a fic? it's tiny #anyway i just love the pookies. let them be soft and mushy they can suffer later

[dailyswatch]

Trans?

day 25

yerp

#dailyswatch #daily swatch ask #art #my art #deltarune #swatch deltarune #swatch #swag #take a shot eveyr time draw swatch doing a thumbs up #and nothing else

[l8tof1]

#his cozy home fits are just long oversized tees and hoodies btw #and nothing else #smooth gorgeous legs in full view #this is a fact. #if u even care :) #lewis hamilton

[badwoohoo]

Texas wants you to know she's entering her born to die era

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #the sims #my sims #this flower crown gives me lana del rey #and nothing else #gameplay

[myceliumelium]

I'd feel bad if I excluded live-action Gil from my army of Gil-Galads. He did his best. Probably.

I can only assume he's a "son of orodeth" Gil-galad? since that seems to be the most canon?

#art #silmarillion #tolkien #gil galad son of plothole #gil galad #rings of power #Honestly #Im saying “most canon” gil parent bc that's what the wiki says #and nothing else

[lobster-lover]

baby finn maybe ?

giggled the whole time

#request #adventure time #AND NOTHING ELSE

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

dressing up this existential hell of a body home to disease

#and nothing else #really #at all #m #playing a fantasy in my head to pretend i am actually living

[bolithesenate]

imagine being so bad at being a jedi you just somehow unite your people's mortal enemies under your banner

#tarre has the power of crop rotation and rug weaving on his side #and nothing else #cringefail jedi tarre agenda #yeah yeah im pretty sure there were mandalor'e before tarre but whatever. timelines what timelines #he is very funny to me #and i think people should headcanon characters to just be more pathetic #'tarre vizsla was mand'alor and jedi he must be badass' WELL i say he was a scrunkly little bureaucrat whose main goal in life was to weave #random boli thoughts #star wars #my art #tarre vizsla

[legaylity]

Damn every Lord Huron song is so Charthur vibes.

Like "When the Night is Over" got me having feelings. If I was better at drawing I might be inspired...hell I still might do it

#ramblings from me #red dead redemption 2 #charles smith #arthur morgan #charthur #just all bangers #and all gay cowboy vibes #the best thing ive ever drawn was a star trek creature #and a bella sara horse #and nothing else #but im having Images #and they need to leave my brain before i go nuts #too late

[will-ruadh]

I changed my mind, I don't need therapy, I need an unfamiliar person to listen to me ranting for two hours about my life without judging, and then say "damn, that's fucked up. you've had a fucked up life" to validate my feelings.

#and nothing else

[avslegend]

everyone say thank you mark

#auston matthews #toronto maple leafs #he's very uh #flexible #perfect for uh #hockey obviously #and nothing else

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

I think there's a problem in how mothers and people treat little girls.

For context, I'm a trans guy, so I grew up a little girl (sorry I don't know how to better phrase that)

From a young age, I knew I didn't want kids. I think I was 6 when I first said that to my mother

I remember it pretty clearly, this is how it went. We were standing in our upstairs hall, we had had a minor disagreement

Her: You'll understand when you have kids

Me: I don't want kids

Her: your husband might

Me: well I won't marry him then

Her: You're going to have to have kids.

Me: Why? I don't want kids?

Her: because your husband will want you to have kids, and your granny wants some great-grandkids and I want some grandkids

(I'd like to point out I have 14 cousins and she had at the time 3 other stepkids, and now 4 other children)

Me: *points above out*

Her: well you're going to have to have kids either way

And I grew up like that, I grew up assuming a man would force me to have his children. Knowing I never wanted kids. And do you know what? 10 years later, I still never want kids. It's just not something I'm comfortable with. And nobody seems to understand that because of a husband I haven't even met yet (or my current partner who I've now been with for about 3 years, whom I love)

My body belongs to someone, and I don't know who that is. And thats on the fact that my mum never let me forget I'd have to have kids one day, just because I can have kids

#parents #womens issues #trans ftm #problems #this is a problem #and nothing else #nobody says anything #when they should #im not an incubator #not yours #my body my choice #kids #babies #husband

[marleysfinest]

post-war reiner who discovers a new hobby

this came from a fleeting couple of messages between @flamespond and I; it's just fluffy reiner trying to keep busy!!!

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post-war reiner still finds it hard to have to plan his day. he's so used to such regimented, timetabled living that being left to his own devices feels alien. what is there to do? does he pick up a hobby? where does he even begin?

he starts simple, and just walks. around the town's winding streets, discovering the wonders that hide in the nooks and cranny's by way of a tiny shop selling yarn, another touting artisan ale, another a purveyor of small, delicate brooches. he finds wonder in the artistry of it all, how people can turn their hands to almost anything and make it beautiful. he wondered, could he, too, use his hands to create, instead of destroy?

after ducking into an ancient looking bookshop and picking up a relatively amateur-friendly looking cookbook, reiner raids the local market for the ingredients of a simple sponge cake. he carries the eggs so delicately, ever afraid he'd shatter them by mistake.

at home, he splays the recipe out on the counter and reads it at least twelve times before summoning the courage to begin. with almost amusing accuracy, he weighs his ingredients, and takes a minute to make sure he has everything ready before moving on to the method.

predictably, the kitchen looks like it's been ram-raided by the time he's finished. flour is dusted across the counter, egg shells roll on the floor, and you're pretty sure that's some jam on the ceiling (how?) but, to give him credit where credit's due, reiner has baked a cake. a damn good smelling one, too. the sponge is light and fluffy, and its colour suggest it's been baked to perfection. the jam sandwiched between the layers is decadent; his sweet tooth must have prevailed and encouraged him to use far more sugar than the recipe called for.

he presents his creation to your proudly when you return home, and you find yourself almost emotional that he's finally busied himself with something so creative. not to mention, he clearly had a knack for it.

reiner had put on a healthy bit of weight since the war ended, but it wasn't something to complain about. he needed the extra pounds, and deserved the indulgence just to ease himself into 'normal' life. his stomach still sported telltale signs of the muscle he'd spent so long building, and his arms were very much still defined. but he was much less gaunt in his face, far less pale. his cheeks often sported a rosy tint, and his chest was much more pillowy than firm. this baking habit would probably have to be monitored (that sweet tooth will always get him), but who were you to deny him this simple pleasure?

#nothing just thinking of reiner in a little pinny as he bakes #and nothing else #oop #join us next time when he attempts sourdough and cries #reiner braun #reiner x y/n #Reiner x reader #reiner hcs #reiner headcanons #attack on titan #aot #aot hcs #reiner fluff

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal as Julian Kaye AMERICAN GIGOLO (2022) S01 EP07: Atomic

#american gigolo #jon bernthal #julian kaye #tvedit #userlyudmila #stephibee #userthing #dilfsource #cinematv #cinemapix #dailyflicks #thatsent #mediagifs #mensource #darlingedits #he should only wear aviators #and nothing else

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "What is taking Xavier so long?"

Thing: *signs* "Who cares! We need to get ready!"

#who cares #about #xavier #he is trying #to ruin #wenclair #forget him #focus on #the date #and nothing else #also #find #enid #very important #but first #talk to #yoko #she's got something #important to say #wednesday #wednesday addams #thing #wenclair cult