I’ve been dragged into the steddie fandom and there is no crawling back out…
Will is the type to get kissed on the lips and then have to ask to be sure it wasn't a friendship kiss
Oh girl- he probably like pinball more than you 💀/j
Nah but fr hes not going to give up pinball just for you if you want to come watch him play he's okay with that just don't fuck him up when he's trying to beat his high score
He would be like really protective of you but not to an excessive point he doesn't really like pda
If you're on your period I pray for you because this boy does not know what to do he'd probably be that one dude to send you "ayo what size is yo pussy"but it's fine because he still comes back with the right stuff (he would probably yell at anyone if they ask him if he needs help💀)
Idk why but I'm getting mater from cars vibes from him 💀
He probably wouldn't cuddle or do any of that shit with you maybe on special occasions but wouldn't just do it to do it
He has a burning hatred towards elfs idk why he just looks like he'd hate them
I'm not sure how old he is but I'm going to say he's around probably 15 or 16 and he probably has a car he has so many speeding tickets istg(he's gotta get to his sexy pinball machine 😻😻)
eddie is never seen with a book in hands when he’s out in public, especially in school. but he is an avid reader, and reads, at least, two books every month. his favorite genre is absolutely fantasy (and he also loves comic books, and is a marvel fan). and yeah, some might say that he doesn’t even knows how to read, but eddie always keeps a book on his nightstand and reads it before he goes to sleep.
so just know that whenever you’re staying over at his place, he will read a couple of pages out loud for you - sometimes, eddie gets you so invested on the stories that you both stay up all night to finish the book. but when you can’t end it, he will call you at night just to read the rest to you. <3
I made a Spiderman!Enid AU thread on Twitter so I drew it lmfao
Her name is WolfSpider (duh) and her costume is BLINDING and she owns her own fan blog where she takes her own pictures ala the OG Peter Parker
Wednesday found out her secret identity the literal first day they became roommates and for the longest time didn’t say anything because she found it fascinating how someone so BAD at keeping their identity a secret could still REMAIN a secret.
Later on when the reveal happened (and subsequent confession) Wednesday would help Enid track down whatever the next villains plan was and they become an unstoppable due
THEM IN EACH OTHERS COLORS <3
; summary - brian takes you out for a 12am food run—midnight t[m]ake out [ brian + reader ]
[ the most self indulgent, cliche movie type scene i think i’ve ever written ]
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your phone dinged with a new text message.
it was currently 12am, and besides you and your boyfriend, you knew no one else who would stay up this late on a thursday night; so when you saw ‘brian <3’ on the notification, you weren’t surprised.
‘i’m outside’
that’s what the message read. your eyebrows furrowed as you peaked out your curtains—low and behold, your boyfriend’s dirty, black car sat at the curb of your house.
you were about to object, text him back to ask what he’s doing, why he’s there… but before you got the chance, another message popped on screen.
‘don’t ask questions. just come out’
you sighed, putting your phone in the pocket of your baggy jacket (definitely not one you stole from brian a few weeks ago), and walked out your room.
you didn’t have to worry about anyone waking up in your house, there was no one there besides your mom and she was a known heavy sleeper.
you stepped out of your front door, locking it behind you. brian seemed to notice you come out as he was now watching you walk towards his car. his car door slightly squeaked when it opened, you’ve told him so many times to fix that, him always saying ‘he’ll do it tomorrow’.
“hey.” he spoke, looking at you tuck a few locks of hair behind your ear. “hi… what’s going on?” you stared back at him.
brian’s black hair was messy, unbrushed, like always… though it seemed to look tame around his head, even if he never took care of it. a subtle smile played on his lips, which were glossed over from his tongue swiping over them. his signature black jacket was zipped up over a band t-shirt along with black, baggy pants with a keychain dangling from the pocket.
he shrugged, “fast food run?” his dorky smile growing more prominent at the question. “that’s why you called me out here?” you sighed. “come on, you know you missed me.”
“not even slightly.” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. he scoffed, putting the car in drive and taking off.
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it wasn’t long before you made it to the main roads—various stores, gas stations, and restaurants passing you by.
brian’s free hand that you’ve been holding had dropped to your thigh, which you didn’t mind, your own hands had begun to get clammy.
you both hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, listening to the white noise of brian’s music taste as you focused on the scenery from your window. the song ended and a new one from his cd begun to play; your ears perked up at the song as you turned to brian.
“is this the song i suggested to you?” he peered at you for a split second, “yeah, i listen to a lot of the songs you show me.” his innocent comment made your heart skip a beat (in the most cliche way ever) and deep blush burned your cheeks.
“oh…uhm—i’m glad.” you sputtered, your brain trying to recover from it’s malfunction. brian laughed, squeezing your thigh, “such a dork.” if you weren’t so flustered, you would’ve teased back, but you let him have it this time. (you hoped he hadn’t noticed how red your face got)
“where do you want to eat?” you looked up at the restaurants ahead of you, weighing your options. “mmm… mcdonald’s?” he hummed, “you know, the mcdonald’s over on cayenne got robbed two nights ago—they’re saying it’s the third fast food place here to be robbed in the past few weeks.”
“i still want mcdonald’s.” brian laughed, making you smile. “we can get mcdonald’s, but, uh, maybe you should tune down that blush on your cheeks before we go in—don’t want them thinking you’re sick.” he smirked, tapping his cheek to gesture. oh, he was such an asshole… an asshole that annoyingly noticed.
you didn’t reply (was it really your choice to let him ‘win’?) as he pulled into the drive thru, “what do you want?” “chicken nuggets and fries.” he scoffed, “you order like a little kid.” you punched him, playfully, making him whine out ‘ow’, “you whine like a little kid.”
the worker talked through the loud speaker, interrupting your little dispute. brian ordered your food and drove up to the window, not before making a comment about how expensive you are.
when the food was done and dropped into your lap, brian parked the car in the mcdonald’s parking lot. “come on.” is all he said before he got out, taking your hand in his as he dragged you to the side of the road.
you sat at the edge of the sidewalk, feet against black pavement. brian was close to you, legs almost touching from the proximity. cars passed by, but the streets weren’t busy, surprisingly—you guessed most people were asleep for school and work; the californian city you both lived in wasn’t the biggest compared to others—though it wasn’t exactly small either.
“here you go.” brian handed you your food and you muttered a little ‘thanks’ in return.
eating was quiet for the most part, just keeping each other company; you would occasionally point something out and talk about it, so would he.
“stupid red fucking car.” you giggled, holding your hand over your mouth as you nonchalantly choked on your food. “who drives such an eyesore color?” his banter wasn’t especially serious, but from the times he talks about his hate for car colors being anything but black or grey, you wondered if there was a hint of truth behind it.
“assholes.” you mumbled, mouth full of fries. “exactly. you get me.” he smiled, putting an arm around you. it was hard to focus on eating when brian made you laugh the entire time (he loves the sound of it).
you reached down for the chocolate milkshake between you two, bringing it up to your lips. brian rolled his eyes, “what’s up with you stealing my food?” he took the shake out of your hands to take a drink. “sharing is caring.” is all you responded with, looking up at him.
“hm,” his milkshake was placed on the ground and his arm around your shoulders pulled you closer, pushing you up against him.
“then you don’t mind this?”
his hand reached for your chin, tilting it up as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. your heart raced, beating so hard you were scared he could feel it, even through the layers of clothing you both had on.
brian’s thumb grazed your bottom lip as he slightly pulled away, waiting for you to get the message (you did almost instantly). your mouth opened and he slipped his tongue past your teeth, gliding it over yours.
he engulfed you, every part of him, and you let him, you wouldn’t pull away for anything.
it was hard to breathe, you forgot you even needed oxygen for the moment, too focused on the rhythm brian had set for the kiss, too far gone, too entranced. your noses bumped together, almost like their own butterfly kisses. brian’s hand that was once around you, tangled in your hair, cold fingers touching your scalp.
your hands and arms were caged by his body, they grabbed onto where the zipper of his jacket didn’t meet. your whole body was hot: cheeks, neck, tips of your ears, especially so—even your knuckles burned a crimson hue; he was so cold compared to you, but you were sure the inside of him was just as warm as your outside.
brian pulled away, delicately, as if he didn’t want to anyway. the need for air came back to you and you were both panting near each other’s faces. the kiss left you dizzy, lips swollen, heart full. you gazed up into your boyfriend’s eyes, seeing he was already peering down at you. his thumb swiped across your cheeks, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he saw how red you’d become (as if he had room to talk).
“sharing is caring.” he whispered, smug. you giggled between your deep breaths.
“wanna go back home?” his voice was so soft at the moment, you’ve never heard it so gentle. your faces never inched apart, still comfortingly close, noses only left a small distance in between.
you shook your head, pecking his lips, “not yet.” he nodded and you buried your face in his shoulder. a chaste kiss pressed against the crown of your head as brian leaned on top of you.
“okay,” he breathed. “not yet.”
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everything everywhere all at once is about intergenerational trauma. about depression and passive suicidality and the gravitational appeal of nothingness. about aging, getting older in your twenties and getting older in your fifties. about the specific hurt mothers can cause their daughters and daughters their mothers. about the harsh reality of the immigrant experience and the american dream. but it’s mostly about kindness and family and it’s about choosing to sit at home talking about taxes with someone who loves you, and it’s about telling your daughter that you’d choose her over the entire universe, and it’s about how even in the universes where life didn’t form, love can still exist. and it’s really all of that at once.
wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️
im going to die
my man 💋