#super sweet

[saltyearthquakedeer]

Need someone to look at me the way Billy looks at Brooke!

But for real, their BFF energy always, always finds its way into my writing. I will forever write Dwayne and Paul as best buds.

[mylavenderlove]

My ghost, my love

Colby Brock x Ghost hunter!Reader

Summary: After a particularly bad ghost expedition, you are left questioning everything you thought you knew about spirits, and your dear friend Colby.

Word count: 2348

Warnings: N/A. Angst/fluff

A/N: I wrote this months ago and just recently discovered it! Hope you enjoy!

My body felt heavy and weak, as I listened to the soft sound of the radio. The name of the song was unreadable from my spot in the backseat. My mind felt so jumbled and I could not take it much longer. I unbuckle my seatbelt and slowly lower myself down, laying across the smooth leather seats.

I tucked my knees into my chest and shut my eyes. Instantly, like flashing lights, everything from today began flashing in my mind, hitting me like a title wave. My stomach lurches and I hold myself tighter.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I tremble softly. I couldn’t hear anything but the sounds of distant screams, and soft whispers of people I didn’t know. I cannot get it out of my head. The moment of an unknown hand touching my back keeps replaying in my head. My back begins to burn and as do my eyes when tears fill in them.

I was so stuck in my head, that I didn’t feel the car stop moving, or hear the backseat door open. I tried to cover my ears to get rid of the noises, but nothing was working. It's only getting louder and louder.

It wasn’t until I felt a hand touch my shoulder, did my eyes snap open. I gasp loudly in fear as I look up to meet Colby’s warm eyes. They have dark circles under them, but still look as kind as ever. He slides into the backseat, and shuts the door behind him. I feel my nerves slipping away as he touches my cold cheek.

“Shh, go to sleep. It’s okay. I’m here now” he whispers as the car begins to move again. Tears quickly fall from my eyes at his kindness.

“Thank you, Colby" I say, barely above a whisper and slowly lay back down, this time on his thighs. He wastes no time gliding his finger through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. His body is trembling softly. I know he’s shaken up too. I blink open my tear filled eyes, and see a blurry outline of Sam’s blonde hair in the driver's seat. His mouth is moving but I cannot hear what he’s saying. He keeps glancing back at us.

It dawns on me as he rubs down my upper arms gently— Colby’s never done something like this before… he’s always been kind to me, but this is different, I can feel it. It is unlike anything he’s ever done before.

He gently tangles his fingers through my hair, soothing my scary thoughts and memories from tonight. My body becomes heavier and heavier, and it does not take me long to fall asleep.

But not without having this feeling deep in my stomach… one that feels like this might change everything.

•••

“Oh my god..” I whisper out, and blink the tears away. My gaze is towards the ceiling, as I am currently replaying every moment from this past week. Every encounter, every whisper, every touch— all of it. Everything in my life has changed because of that house. I quickly wipe my eyes, and sit up in bed. I clutch the comforter to my chest tightly, glancing around the dark room anxiously.

The day we got back from the Conjuring house, was the worst day out of all of them. The drive home was long and silent. Despite the silence, everyone in the car could understand the thoughts we were all having. They could be seen on our faces. The fear, the anxiety, the denial and disbelief— all of it.

There was a silent upstanding that none of us wanted to be alone. So, when Sam drove straight to his and Colby’s home, I didn’t once question it.

The next night, we all ate, and discussed everything for the first time since the experience. There was a lot of yelling and tears. We tried our hardest to understand anything, any of it, to explain it, debunk it possibly— but, we were ultimately unable too. The frustration from the night peaked and the exhaustion was at an all time high. We had done ghost hunts in the past, but this? Unlike anything we had ever experienced before.

After we ate, we migrated to the living room, and all fell asleep. Most of the lights were left on. We didn’t want to be alone. This became a trend. It was the same for the following night. Dinner, yelling, discussing, and sleeping, and fear.

During the day, we wouldn’t talk much, especially Sam. We were all struggling to process everything, but we ultimately knew we needed each other.

I sigh and run my hand through my messy hair. It’s been five days since we’ve gotten back. I’m currently in Sam and Colby’s guest bedroom, in a pair of shorts, and a t- shirt that isn’t mine. I only grabbed the essentials from my apartment, too scared to be alone.

Tucking my knees to my chest, I look towards the window, as the moon light seeps in. It paints shadows all across the room that send chills down my spine. I sigh deeply and shut my eyes trying to drown out the continuous screaming that keeps playing in the back of my mind.

Tonight was a particularly bad night. I hadn’t spoken to the boys today, or even come out to eat. I’ve been so stuck in my head and lost in thought. I sat on the shower floor, and bawled my eyes out, for what seemed like hours. I cannot process any of it. It felt like one big mind fuck.

I open my eyes and lay down on the bed again. It’s now 2 am, nearing 3. I’m fighting a big war in my mind, one that I know rationality isn’t going to win.

For the last two hours I’ve been debating whether or not I should go to one of the boys' rooms. Everything feels so heavy, and I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts. They’re starting to scare me.

I need someone to talk to, but I don’t want to bother them. I’ve been here for far too long anyway. But, just for tonight, I need him.

Letting out a huff, and throwing all rationality out the window, I toss the covers off of me. My feet hit the carpeted floor and I quickly walk towards the door, and step out in the hallway. The floor creaks under me, as I walk out towards the railing where the staircase is.

It is dark and quiet but the glare from the tv was just enough to see Sam fast asleep on the couch. I smile softly at his messed up hair. He’s wrapped up in a plush blanket and it looks like his phone is still on. I recall him telling me that the living room felt safer than his room.

With a nervous stomach that keeps flipping, I tiptoe towards Colby’s room, and stand outside of it, debating on what to do. I trace the outline of the door with my eyes, and clutch my hands to my chest. I do not want to bother him, but I need him.

My mind quickly flashes back to the drive home as I place my palm on the white door.

“If you ever need to talk about it, I’m here, baby” he whispers in my ear, as he carries me inside.

Baby. I replay that word in my mind everyday. I believe he thought I was asleep when he said that, because I know Colby. He’s never said anything like that before.

This was so different.

Sucking in a deep breath, I gently raddle my knuckles against the door, waiting for a response. I silently prayed it wouldn’t wake Sam up. I hold for a moment, before knocking again.

Nothing.

When I don’t get a response back, I nervously push open the door. I peek my head in, and sigh at the sight. Through the dark room, I find Colby at his desk, with his headphones on. It’s apparent he’s editing the videos from this week. I'm not sure how he could be editing so soon, but I’m glad he’s awake.

I push open the door some more, and watch as the light from his computer, combined with the door opening, casts a shadow on the wall. His head whips to me, and as he meets my eyes, I see his body visibly relax into the chair. I must have scared him. A soft but sad smile spreads across my lips.

For the past 8 years I’ve known Sam and Colby, things have changed like crazy. We have known each other for so long, that they feel like family. I remember being younger and thinking Colby was attractive, but that’s as far as it went. That was until just this past year. I do not know what triggered it, but the little crush that I had has turned into something so much more.

I try to recall when it bloomed. Maybe it was that time he leaned down to whisper in my ear when we were in a crowded room, or the way he smiled at me. Or maybe it was always there and I’ve just chosen to ignore it. Whatever it is, it’s grown. And I know it’s not just me.

Colby’s whole demeanor changed. Hes more touchy, and protective over me. Anytime we film a video, and something scary happens, he’s always quick to make sure I’m okay. Some people are starting to pick up on it too. None of us have ever brought up the comments and publication that has been rising about the two of us.

I know I’m not crazy. There is tension between us that wasn’t there before.

“Oh— hey” he whispers and swivels the chair around to face me. I grip the hem of my shirt and purse my lips. Well, his shirt. I watch as he slowly slides his headphones around his neck, and runs his fingers through his hair. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.

Nervously, I walk towards him, until I’m standing right in front of him. I swallow hard, and stare at the floor. I suddenly feel very shy.

I'm scared I’m going to make a move I might regret. What if I’m reading this all wrong. I chew my bottom lip anxiously. But, I feel this pull to him. I need him right now.

Sniffling a little, I walk further, now standing between his legs. “I uh—“ I cut myself off as he grabs my hands, gripping them so gently. My entire body warms. My eyes shoot up from the floor to meet his inviting gaze.

His eyes are so soft, and kind. My face warms as he rubs his thumb across my wrist. As I open my mouth to speak, my stomach flips as I hear a very soft, “baby” come from Colby. Any and all words I had are now gone. My stomach flutters with something new.

My eyes widen, and a wave of confidence washes over me. All I need is to hear that again. If I'm going to risk it, it needs to be now.

Walking even closer to him, I gingerly place my hands on his shoulders, and look down at him. I catch the sudden widened from his eyes as I take my hands and place them on the nape of his neck. I gently twirl his little hairs between my fingers.

I watch as his lips part ever so slightly. He slowly takes his hands and slides them up my sides, gripping my hips. My stomach does a quick backflip, and my brows thread together. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asks, barely above a whisper.

I take in every bit of his face. The sharp lines the computer screen creates along his jawline.

I purse my lips and nod, “yeah.. I just, uh— I don’t want to be alone right now” I whisper back. I drag my hand up his shoulder, and place it on his jaw. I throw all of my anxiety out the window. “I can’t stop thinking about this past week, and everything’s been keeping me up all night. I'm worried about Sam, and you, and I just…” I let out a huff, and try to bite back the tears that are forming in my eyes.

Colby slowly nods, and leans into my hand. His face is warm against my palm. “I know. I haven’t slept much at all either..” he whispers and gives my hip a squeeze. My face warms as we both now sit in this silence.

As the moment drags on, I debate going back to bed. I don’t want to bother him much longer. Maybe I did read it wrong.

“Well I uh.. think I might head back to bed” I whisper, but make no attempt to move. I watch as his lips form a small smile. He slowly shakes his head, and nudges my hip. I take another step closer.

“C‘mere baby” he whispers and opens his legs some more. My brows unite together, wanting confirmation, “what?” He pats upper thigh, and gives me a look that sends a shiver down my spine.

Nervously, but also extremely excited, I circle my arms around his neck, and slide into his lap. His hands slide up my bare thighs, his cold rings making me gasp slightly. Instantly I’m engulfed with his warmth and smell. My body relaxes into his, and I tuck my face into his neck. “Thank you, Colby,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his neck.

He threads his arm through mine, and then onto the desk, to continue working. “Anytime” he whispers, as I slip into sleep the easiest I have in the past couple of days.

[chalpurnia]

Lupin III: The Legend of the Gold of Babylon

[romemok]

Offroad’s post for William & Est 💖

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth In Your Skin - 16

the tattoo au fic from the start on ao3.

I asked and you chose! <3 <3

Darlin/David, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: sex, explicitly steamy, sweet, tattoo au, trauma, is that a twist? <3

The Truth In Your Skin - 16

Darlin woke up slowly, no nightmares chasing them out of their sleep this time. That was happening more and more.

So was waking up to a heavy arm slung around them and David’s chest to their back.

Darlin would never have imagined themself as a little spoon before, but it was nice. Especially when they woke up first and started squirming their ass back against him…

They were in a hotel room, with the impossibly poofy covers and giant pillows. 

It was the first time they’d gone away anywhere together and they were definitely a fan.

David’s arm tightened around them when he started to wake up. They smiled when other parts of him started waking up too.

He grumbled against the back of their neck. It sounded like a vague threat.

Darlin continued the slow roll of their hips, feeling him harden against their ass and giving them a clear target to grind against.

They felt his mouth pull into a smile against their shoulder, his chest rumbling with a slow laugh. His hand squeezed their side and then slid lower. “You’re a hazard to good sleep,” he mumbled into their skin.

They hummed agreement, but didn’t stop. “So…kick me out of bed,” Darlin suggested, knowing he never would.

David’s hand slid lower, over his tattoo on their side and lower still, gliding over their hip and thigh until he was palming them through their underwear.

Darlin’s breath caught and the rhythm of their hips stuttered.

He kissed the back of their neck, fully awake now. “What do you want to do today?” he asked, type A personality to the core.

Darlin grinned, closing their eyes and rocking their hips between his hand and his hard on. “I’m doing it…”

All of a sudden David had pushed the covers off of them and changed positions.

Darlin was on their back in the middle of that bed and David was sliding down between their thighs. They stretched out, looking down at him, and for the first time in a long time, able to look at their own body. He’d finished the cover up and they loved it, loved the way he’d used his style by softened the edges to match the work they’d already put on their skin. Everything on them flowed now, like one continuous piece. He was the part that connected theirs, making it all work. They were already talking about having him do the back of their thigh to wrap the work they’d done on the front years ago all the way around.

His mouth moved down their stomach, thick fingers dragging their underwear off.

They moaned, lifting their hips to help.

“I hear the spa upstairs has a pool on th-the roof,” they said conversationally, his tongue tracing a tattoo on their inner thigh.

He rumbled something close to agreement against. “I could do a pool.”

“You could do me in a pool…”

David grinned and turned the attention of his mouth from their thigh to their sex.

Darlin arched, head pressing back into the pillow. “Fuuuuck…”

-

Going out of town a night early to get a hotel stay in had been a great idea. David was immediately a huge fan of hockey.

They had at least four hours before their friends would start showing up.

He could think of a lot of things to do with four hours.

First he was going to make them come, then he was going to fuck them into this mattress until they got sound complaints.

Their hand slid into his hair, fingers spasming against the back of his head. He pressed a hand against their thigh to hold them in place when they started spasming.

Darlin was a livewire. His livewire.

Rain pattered the window.

It had been raining that first time they met–the day Darlin walked into his shop with their head down and hoodie up. His whole life had changed that day and he hadn’t even known it.

“Dav-Davey…” they gasped, writhing. “More…” It was almost a plea.

He moaned against them, using a hand as well as his mouth now. He teased a saliva-slick finger against them, and then pressed it in slowly–so slowly that their grip in his hair tightened and their sounds pitched. “Fuck! Yes… Just… fuck… more,” they whined.

He had to lift his head to get a look at them now, enjoying this level of frustration. “How much more, Darlin?”

They gasped air, body squeezing down on his finger. “Another.”

David smiled, kissing their thigh and moving the finger in and out a few times before adding a second. He watched them rock against him, spread out on that hotel bed in the glow of morning light. They mewled. “More… Davey…” They looked at him, their eyes dark with lust and a question.

His dick was already hard, but it ached at that look and the implication. They’d done plenty of stuff together but not quite that. Oral sex, hand stuff, and an incredible amount of grinding, but not this. “Really?”

Darlin shivered, their body clenching on his fingers involuntarily. “Unless you don’t want to?”

David groaned, moving his fingers in and out. He nudged his chin up toward the bedside table. “Grab the lube and a condom.”

Darlin shivered, taking seconds longer to compute his words than usual. They looked up, toward the table and the bag there. Darlin had to stretch for it, but he never stopped pumping his fingers, the added movement actually making his partner whine and shiver. They swore when they finally gave up and just tossed the bag at him.

He pulled the bottle out and uncapped it, adding that extra slick to his fingers and still working them in and out.

Darlin’s whining sharpened. “Fuck! I-I meant… I want you…” they tried to string words.

He smiled, purposely not understanding now. Adding a third finger to stretch them.

They gasped, arching.

“This is me,” he pointed out.

They whined, legs twitching. “You know what I mean…”

“Do I?” he asked, still fingering them.

Darlin clicked their teeth. “You. I want you. I want your cock inside of me. I want you to pound me into this fucking mattress.”

His rhythm stuttered, his dick jumping at the words and the image conjured. “Shit…” He took his fingers out of them and was quick to get out of his underwear, using the same hand to stroke himself when he moved up the bed a little. He flicked the metal bar pierced into the sensitive skin at his base, making himself shiver a little.

They were gorgeous, stretched out with that crisp white sheet for a background to contrast all that ink on their skin. His ink there too. He rocked their hips together, grinding against them. “You sure?” he asked, mostly teasing but also checking in.

Their whine was almost a snarl. “If you think you’re going to make me beg again…”

David had already torn open the condom packet and slid the latex on before they were done threatening him. He spread their thighs, tipping their hips to see their hole. Fuck. He pushed the head of his cock in, hissing at the tight hug. He pushed deeper. Deeper.

They moaned loudly, arms up to grab at the headboard.

He wanted to make them even louder.

He pushed all the way in, bottomed out and bent over them. For long seconds they stayed like that, pressed together as deep as he could get, watching their eyes roll back and kissing the fluttering moans off their lips.

They squeezed him, hips flexing, trying to move but pinned.

He drew his back and slammed down testingly.

Their eyes opened wide, a moan heaving from their chest like they couldn’t stop it.

He did it again, and again, building a pace and hoping they got a fucking sound complaint.

They came around him, body spasming out of control, and he followed.

“You feel so fucking good…” he panted into their neck.

They groaned, shuddering under him. “Your piercing…” they started, still catching their breath.

He raised an eyebrow, worried for a second.

“Good. Really good,” they said. “When you push all the way, it flicks…” they struggled to explain, too blissed out. 

David kissed them. It definitely wasn’t going to be hard to burn a few hours together before the rest of the group arrived…

-

“Asher’s on his way,” Sweetheart called from the mainroom.

Milo was at his station, gloves on and his last client of the day in the chair. “Ten minutes,” he called back.

The guy, Michael, smiled. “Am I making you late for something? I can come back,” he offered.

Milo smiled and shook his head, opening the sterile packed needle for the piercing. “Not at all, man. This won’t take long.” The client even brought his own piece for the piercing. He had enough ink to suggest he wouldn’t be squeemish about it.

“Kind of early to be closed on a Saturday,” he mused. “Vacation?”

Milo swabbed the spot they’d agreed on on his lip. “I guess. We’re going to the hockey game. The drive is a little over an hour but we’re making a day out of it.”

Michael nodded.

The lip piercing went smooth, the metal ring he came with looped to the right side of his lip.

The bell on the shop door chimed and he heard Asher and Sweets talking in the other room. Asher wanted to get snacks for the drive.

Milo handed the guy a mirror to check it out.

“Perfect,” the client smiled.

Milo smiled back, but it felt forced. He wasn’t sure why. The guy was nice. Maybe he was stressed about making everyone wait?

He waved off Milo walking him to the cash register and paid in cash right there, leaving a heavy tip. “Thanks for getting it done for me. Have a great time at the game,” the client said.

Milo thanked him, told him something similar, but still walked him out.

He wasn’t sure why.

Asher was cleaning up his station to get them going faster, talking about how he was starving to death the whole way.

Sweets locked the door and flicked off the front lights.

Milo looked at the cash in his hand. He could just pocket it. He usually would. Instead he hit the button on the register and crammed it into the drawer, like he didn’t want it. 

“You okay?” Sweets asked, eyebrow raised.

Milo scratched his head but nodded. “Yeah.” He huffed a laugh. “Yeah.”

“He’s probably hungry,” Asher prompted from the other room. “Let’s fucking GO!”

Milo rolled his eyes but grabbed his jacket. “I’m driving.”

“The fuck you are…” Sweetheart argued holding up his keys.

Milo laughed for real this time and snagged his keys from them. “You always end up in an argument with Ash and trying to turn around in your seat. So let’s just skip the part where you’re in the driver’s seat this time!”

-

He walked around the building to the back, tonguing that new piercing in his lip.

He opened the door and headed upstairs to the apartments. It looked like it might rain.

It was pouring the night they met–not a little rain but the whole sky just bearing down on the world like they might all drown.

In a way, they had. He had.

And if he was drowning…well, he had never been going to go down alone.

When they met, they already had so many friends in common that it was like they’d met before. He’d seen their grin first, gleaming teeth and that snug piercing on one side. They were dripping wet from the storm like they’d just jumped into a pool. Once inside the tattoo parlor, they stripped off their hoodie and wrung it out–their shirt went next with zero shits given to flashing all that skin.

They had been a walking, laughing middle-finger to the world back then.

Quinn had never wanted anyone or anything more in his life.

But he’d let himself get comfortable in their relationship. It was passionate, volatile, and perfect. And then Misfit had fucked it up. They’d ruined everything good the two of them had going on. But he’d had a couple years to think about it. To really think about everything he should have done.

It hadn’t occurred to him back then that his Misfit would actually press charges. The two of them fought–it was what they did. It was their fault for pushing it so far that time.

It didn’t take long to pick the lock on the apartment door.

No one was home to turn a deadbolt or add a chain.

He walked in and closed the door.

He took off his shoes and hung up his jacket, noting one of theirs here.

He walked around the living room, looking at the couch, picking out where he thought his Misfit would sit. They weren’t the same now, he knew that. He’d broken them that night. He’d used his teeth to rip away their smile.

Quinn flicked his tongue against his new piercing–thier piercing. It had always been his though, hadn’t it? How many times had he kissed it? Licked it? Nibbled it? It was inevitable that he’d bite one day. They only had themselves to blame.

He walked into the kitchen and perused the cupboards and the fridge. He put a frozen pizza on the counter and set the oven to preheat.

He made his way down the narrow hall, poking his head in the rooms.

He found what he thought was the roommate’s room. Smaller and looking like no one had been there in a while.

The bathroom was tidy.

And the other room…

He dragged the covers off the bed slowly, like he’d unveil something, his mind wandering.

Quinn knelt on the mattress and leaned forward, hands to the sheets, sliding up like he’d be able to find exactly where their skin had been on this bed. He leaned down and breathed in the bedding, looking for them and hating how easy it was to find them still, even after years alone.

They had broken something in him too, and it had taken those years to figure out how to fix it, but he knew now. He knew what to do.

[yasha-laurelabonagracia]

My original digital art inspired by the cuteness of owls & those cheesy Valentines that we gave out as school children.

[lysgaardsbakken]

awhh the polish debutant who was 24th (?) is almost crying, go kiddo!!

[clementinefike]

Elliot - Euphoria

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warning: fluff, elliot x fem, super cute

summary: your tired from the exhausting christmas experience, he wants to help

Your back almost ached from constantly scanning and moving the ornaments around the tree. Yes, the tree was almost perfect, expect every time Elliot lazily threw on an ornament that so shouldn’t be on the bottom of the tree.

“Elliot, bro.”

You glared at him, he gave you a lazy smirk knowing exactly what you meant by that. He chuckled and walked a few steps towards you, hugging you tight.

You couldn’t care to hug back, this tree was taking way too long to decorate and you just simply wanted to be done with it.

“You are being too serious.”

He muttered into your hair, his hot breath pushing you down to reality. You sighed in his arms, moving one arm to wrap around him slowly.

You could feel the smirk

“Yeah, yeah I know it’s just this is our first christmas together and…I want it to be the best one.”

He nodded into your shoulder, perfectly understanding you. He swayed with you a bit. Trying to make you at peace again.

“Yeah, I know but babe, it’s perfect. Us? This is perfect.”

You smiled. He could be so sweet when he needed to be. You loved sober Elliot recently. He was finally taking reigns on being decently healthy again.

He kissed your cheek, his lips warm, your cheek turning the color of your checkered pajama pants, red.

You felt him playing with a strand of your hair before letting go of you, the absence of his warmth making you internally frown.

“Hot chocolate?”

He played a devious smirk on his face. You warmly smiled at him, a nod taking place.

“Yes, please.”

You chuckled. He went and almost ran to the kitchen, getting the hot chocolate packets out of the cabinet. your guy’s cabinet.