This photo is so funny to me like yeah George it's time you taste your own medicine
Paul Dano: *plays a greasy weirdo*
me:
They are in love đ
; summary - brian takes you out for a 12am food runâmidnight t[m]ake out [ brian + reader ]
[ the most self indulgent, cliche movie type scene i think iâve 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 âbrian <3â on the notification, you werenât surprised.
âiâm outsideâ
thatâs what the message read. your eyebrows furrowed as you peaked out your curtainsâlow and behold, your boyfriendâs dirty, black car sat at the curb of your house.
you were about to object, text him back to ask what heâs doing, why heâs there⌠but before you got the chance, another message popped on screen.
âdonât ask questions. just come outâ
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 didnât 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, youâve told him so many times to fix that, him always saying âheâll do it tomorrowâ.
âhey.â he spoke, looking at you tuck a few locks of hair behind your ear. âhi⌠whatâs going on?â you stared back at him.
brianâs 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, âfast food run?â his dorky smile growing more prominent at the question. âthatâs why you called me out here?â you sighed. âcome on, you know you missed me.â
ânot even slightly.â you said, intertwining your fingers with his. he scoffed, putting the car in drive and taking off.
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it wasnât long before you made it to the main roadsâvarious stores, gas stations, and restaurants passing you by.
brianâs free hand that youâve been holding had dropped to your thigh, which you didnât mind, your own hands had begun to get clammy.
you both hadnât spoken in a few minutes, listening to the white noise of brianâs 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.
âis this the song i suggested to you?â he peered at you for a split second, âyeah, i listen to a lot of the songs you show me.â his innocent comment made your heart skip a beat (in the most cliche way ever) and deep blush burned your cheeks.
âohâŚuhmâiâm glad.â you sputtered, your brain trying to recover from itâs malfunction. brian laughed, squeezing your thigh, âsuch a dork.â if you werenât so flustered, you wouldâve teased back, but you let him have it this time. (you hoped he hadnât noticed how red your face got)
âwhere do you want to eat?â you looked up at the restaurants ahead of you, weighing your options. âmmm⌠mcdonaldâs?â he hummed, âyou know, the mcdonaldâs over on cayenne got robbed two nights agoâtheyâre saying itâs the third fast food place here to be robbed in the past few weeks.â
âi still want mcdonaldâs.â brian laughed, making you smile. âwe can get mcdonaldâs, but, uh, maybe you should tune down that blush on your cheeks before we go inâdonât want them thinking youâre sick.â he smirked, tapping his cheek to gesture. oh, he was such an asshole⌠an asshole that annoyingly noticed.
you didnât reply (was it really your choice to let him âwinâ?) as he pulled into the drive thru, âwhat do you want?â âchicken nuggets and fries.â he scoffed, âyou order like a little kid.â you punched him, playfully, making him whine out âowâ, âyou whine like a little kid.â
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 mcdonaldâs parking lot. âcome on.â 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 werenât busy, surprisinglyâyou guessed most people were asleep for school and work; the californian city you both lived in wasnât the biggest compared to othersâthough it wasnât exactly small either.
âhere you go.â brian handed you your food and you muttered a little âthanksâ 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.
âstupid red fucking car.â you giggled, holding your hand over your mouth as you nonchalantly choked on your food. âwho drives such an eyesore color?â his banter wasnât 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.
âassholes.â you mumbled, mouth full of fries. âexactly. you get me.â 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, âwhatâs up with you stealing my food?â he took the shake out of your hands to take a drink. âsharing is caring.â is all you responded with, looking up at him.
âhm,â his milkshake was placed on the ground and his arm around your shoulders pulled you closer, pushing you up against him.
âthen you donât mind this?â
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.
brianâs 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 wouldnât 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. brianâs 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 didnât meet. your whole body was hot: cheeks, neck, tips of your ears, especially soâeven 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 didnât want to anyway. the need for air came back to you and you were both panting near each otherâs faces. the kiss left you dizzy, lips swollen, heart full. you gazed up into your boyfriendâs 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 youâd become (as if he had room to talk).
âsharing is caring.â he whispered, smug. you giggled between your deep breaths.
âwanna go back home?â his voice was so soft at the moment, youâve 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, ânot yet.â 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.
âokay,â he breathed. ânot yet.â
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BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH as STEPHEN STRANGE DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022) | dir. Sam Raimi
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 didnât 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
Joja Co is happy to introduce its long-awaited brand new product crystal meth
I'm down bad
âTylerâs the monster, you shouldnât like himâ
Boo freaking hoo
Tyler <3
To my fellow fanfiction readers,
When you're feeling alone, when you're sad, scared, lost, when you feel broken please try and remember this.
Your comfort character? Would absolutely adore you. They would think you were amazing, flaws and all. They would sit with you when you cried, they'd help you through every hardship.
They're here sweetheart, they're waiting for you, waiting for you to find the new story of your love, to revisit how you first met. They're so ready to fall in love with you all over again, and they will. Because they adore you. So please take care or yourself sweet one, they'd be so lost without you.
So what will it be tonight, friends to lovers? A/B/O? The one bed trope? Found family? Will you find eachother again after a time apart? Will it be smut or fluff? Love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? It's always exciting to start again isn't it? To rediscover how much you adore them.
I hope tomorrow is easier to live through than today, that you find that fic you're looking for, that safe place to land.
Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr, scrolling along with you, trying to make sure no one feels as alone as when they started. You are loved, matter, you are worth everything.
~đâ¤True
straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys