#but almost

[ponpox]

?? Click? For frogs??? 

GASP!!! FROGS!!! And they SING???? Best day of my life

#maybe not as good as crabs #but almost #tumblr #not art #but kind of

[homosapienism]

i desperately want a s5 parallel of the mike and will reunion scene in s4 when mike just pats will’s back and pulls away but, this time around, mike buries his face in the crook of will’s neck and holds him so tightly. just, blatantly refusing to let go. i’m imagining it being before a big fight scene or something where they need to be separated?? like mike with dustin and lucas and will with el?? okay, picture this:

“mike, be careful.”

will’s eyes are wild and scanning mike’s face in case it’s the last time he’ll ever see it. memorising every freckle and laughter line.

before him, mike is still. not even breathing shakes his stance, the weight of his eyes concentrating heavily on will’s lips.

the others are saying their goodbyes, a sense of finality in the dusty air of the upside down. mike and will remain unmoving. just looking at one another.

“if it gets too much, it’s alright if you back out. i- we can’t lose you.” will chuckles wetly. “you’re the heart, remember?”

and it’s like a flip switches in mike’s brain. he extends an arm towards will, wrapping it around him until his palm is flat against the small of will’s back and pulling the other into a bone-crushing hug. his other hand slides up to will’s nape. cradling the other boy. despite being taller, mike buries his face into the crook of will’s neck. his nose brushing against ivory scented skin and his eyelashes flutter closed.

will takes a moment to process what’s happening. hands moulded to his sides before he realises that this might be the last time. the last time he could ever see mike. the last time he could have an opportunity like this.

carefully, to not disrupt the moment, will wraps his arms around the other’s shoulders to mimic the way mike holds him: one hand tangled in the other’s hair, one hand firm against mike’s back and burying his nose into the black curls that invade his vision.

they remain that way for a beat too long. feeling each other be alive and present and there. together.

it’s will who pulls away first, as the ghost of tears brew in his eyes. if he stayed, he knows that he would never let go. much like mike does in that moment. despite how will tries to distance himself, mike remains unmoving. treasuring every last second they have.

it’s only when will gently taps mike’s back that he begins to pull away, hands never leaving will’s skin. instead, the one that held the small of will’s back moves to settle in the small dip of his waist. the one on his nape doesn’t move an inch, instead, pulling will’s face towards his. pressing their foreheads together. eyes closed. just feeling.

no words are spoken. they don’t have to be. the two boys know. they know and they’re not letting each other go this time.

behind them, lucas says that it’s time to go and will exhales a shaky breath that has mike pulling away.

it’s slow. their eyes searching each other’s faces once again. they inch away painstakingly. savouring every moment. but mike falters, concentrating on the other’s lips before inching forward. wet eyes flitting up to gaze into will’s as if asking for permission. will desperately trying to say yes.

the sound of a car horn. the pair being flooded in amber light.

when did that get there?

a sharp exhale, a shake of a head and abruptly pulling away. mike’s hands leaving will’s body as though he had electrocuted him.

but, mike smiled. soft. sweet. knowing.

“see you tomorrow, byers.”

#byler #byler fic #stranger things #st4 #mike #mike wheeler #will #will byers #mike and will #byler kiss #but almost #it’s gay #byler brainrot #stranger things brainrot

[sketchy--akechi]

i will respond to the new asks i got tomorrow or the day after, thank you for your patience & your lovely messages <3

#a lot happened today and im just very exhausted #i had to rescue my dog from a burning building! ok not really #but almost #huge fire broke out in my parents' apartment complex while they were dogsitting #no ones injured we all just got some smoke in our lungs #my apartment is across the street and it still. stinks outside. almost 12 hours later #so yeah thats a thing that happened!

[madbug]

i did it again boys. I may or may not have failed a midterm last week but ive written over 10k collectively of zelink fics. hope this makes someone happy. certainly not my parents lmao, they want me to be an engineer, and here i am, writing fanfic

#madbug on ao3 #zelink fanfiction #i need it to be known i have not read a single zelink fanfic #zelink #the legend of zelda #totk #the legend of zelda franshise is just so cool #god i wish i was a game developer #not mlb #zelink chaos #not quite a crack fic #but almost #zelink coffeeshop au #au

[discodeviant]

Just You, Me, and the Car

Billy/Steve | Mature | 1.2k words

I'd be a sinner if I didn't kick this off with Harringrove, so please enjoy them loving and being loved in the back of the Camaro. The first half-ish was a WIP from October that I finished up today for this lovely game of bingo. I think it's a good start to the event 😌 Nice middle ground for what I've got in mind, so keep an eye out for future bingo posts if you enjoy this one! 💖

Made for @billyhargrovebingo!

Read on AO3

A quiet Billy Squier tape set the backdrop for the sound of their lips and shaky breaths moving in unison, gripping of leather car seats, jingling keys in the ignition. Steve’s hands ran through Billy Hargrove's hair, and they both smiled in their never-ending kiss. Steve liked being held by the waist, tarrying fingers and thumbs hooked into his belt loops. Billy always made him feel like a king sat atop the throne that was his lap, straddled legs and rolling hips that kept the rhythm going. Blond curls pulled taut. “Someone’s eager,” Billy said, teasing, passing their shared bubble gum back to his lover again, and Steve chuckled.

“I just”—kiss—“missed you. I want you so bad.”

“I know, baby, I missed you too.” Billy’s kisses trailed from Steve’s lips across his cheek and to his ear. “So much.” Tongue wrapping around the lobe, he sucked it in just enough for Steve to whine, raise and drop himself back onto Billy’s lap with desperate force. He snaked his arms around Billy’s neck and pulled him closer, face behind his ear to breathe in his hair and cologne and everything he’d been deprived of while Billy was away.

“You smell so good,” Steve said, muffled into soft denim. Strong hands moved from his waist all the way up his back, massaging through his navy polo in big circles, then back down to slip underneath and send a comfortable shiver all over his skin. “You can take it off.” Sitting back straight, he took Billy’s wrists and guided them around to his sides, then let Billy take the lead and followed his hands until the polo was up and over his head. Steve’s moles were hard to see in the dark, but Billy knew just where they were and kissed them like points on a map to his heart. More goosebumps, gentle back scratching, and Billy’s hands were on Steve's hips again.

Neither were oblivious to their constrained erections, but neither made an effort to set them free. Billy liked pressing into Steve’s with his own, teasing him through double layers of blue jeans and briefs. Just a taste, that was all he gave, and he had Steve grinding for more. “You’re cute when you’re turned on, Steve, you know that?”

“Yeah.” They laughed, and Billy kissed him again, tickling his sides and rendering him absolutely breathless. “Do you know how sexy you are when you turn me on?”

Against Steve’s lips, “I don’t know, I might need you to give me a hint.” Bubblegum transferred once again, Billy stretched it between his teeth while Steve dipped his head under Billy’s chin. Now it was Steve’s turn to make him shiver by sucking hard on his collarbone and circling the spot with his tongue before moving on to the next. Billy craned his head back and gave Steve more room to fill in what he could with thin gold chains and a red shirt collar in the way.

“One of these days, I'm gonna turn you this color,” Steve told him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Shut up.”

So Billy said, “Make me.”

And Steve said, “Yeah, I might.”

He climbed off of Billy’s lap despite protesting fingers that grabbed at him with the might of a clingy cat; so clingy that Billy followed Steve over the mid panel, between his legs when he fell onto the seat, down to kneel on the floor and see a glorious view. He nuzzled his head against Steve’s inner thigh, then his belly, leaving kisses everywhere and holding him close.

“Jesus, Billy, I missed you,” Steve said again, grabbing Billy’s chin and leaning over to kiss him once more. He couldn’t resist no matter how hard he tried, even though Billy liked when he played it dirty and made him work for gentle pleasures. But it had been so long without the comfort of each other’s lips and hands and bodies and everything; they had weeks to make up for.

Billy hummed into Steve’s mouth, let a fist knead against his crotch and said, “Please don’t make me beg, baby," though that was a plea in itself. There was no helping it.

"Just a little?" Steve's eyes teetered on the moonlit outline of Billy's lips and nose; the dip between, a perfect spot to rest his thumb and coax Billy's tongue around it. His eyes were almost grey, but diamond shone through just enough for Steve to dive to the bottom as they looked right up at him, wide and wanting. "Please, Billy?"

He just growled and dug his nose harder into Steve's crotch, losing the thumb in favor of a brass buckle and old leather belt in the way. "Christ, I can't taste you over the damn phone." Teeth bared and snagged on raised denim. "You should be begging me, Steve. What if I change my mind?"

"You won't."

Billy looked back up, more relaxed under Steve's gentle caress than he'd been in his life, let alone for the month without that palm on his cheek. "I know," he said, euphoric, grinning wide and giving up the air in his lungs again. He shuddered as Steve combed through his hair, fingers tangling in loose curls that hadn't been washed in a couple days.

"You're on your knees anyway," Steve told him.

"Oh, no, I fell for it again..." He pressed against Steve's belt, fingers curled under the hem of his jeans. "What-ever will I do?"

By then, Steve was losing the act, faltering away from any essence of control he had over himself and this routine that changed every time it happened. Now it was back in Billy's hands, the anticipation and yearning pull of Steve's mind and his body as they gravitated to the center between them again. Not a kiss yet, but the ghost of one jumping from Billy to Steve; Hawkins to San Diego and back again.

Steve whispered: “Eat me.”

Only the moon, the stars, large oaks and pines, the lake's reflection, and Fall For Love laid witness to their tender night. Billy held Steve between his cheeks and over his tongue, in his throat until he needed air, and even then he wasn't sure he needed much at all. Not when Steve's heart beat with him, for him, and their pulses charged each other's motions, languid and abrupt, separately or at the same time.

Billy swallowed him whole and took his time, so desperate to make up for his physical absence that he'd long forgotten himself. Loving Steve was enough to satisfy his every whim and desire; hushed breaths and moans that crescendoed until the windows fogged, knuckles grazing his scalp, whispers right above him that sounded so close and so far away.

Once Steve was tapping his shoulder and shaking like a leaf in the wind, Billy let up and wrapped around Steve's body; kissed up his belly and chest and neck, his cheeks, his lips, and that's where they settled. Both struggled to open their eyes and keep looking at each other, seeing each other because touch was only one of their five senses. Billy smelled like Billy, and Steve tasted like Steve, and they felt like they were home again.

Billy laughed when Steve pulled away to zip himself back up. "What?"

"You match my shirt."

Steve huffed and said, "Shut up," with a light kick to Billy's shin.

"Mm..." Leaning in for another kiss, "It's your turn."

#.discowrites #stranger things #stranger things fic #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #one shot #not smut #but almost #;) #billy hargrove bingo #purple palm tree brownies to anyone who knows where the title is from :>

[tiger-tantrum]

big night at outback steakhouse

#i’m so in love with life rn #not quite a #moodboard #but almost #w/ my girlfriend #and so many other people i love so much

[sidsthekid]

we really out here getting edged like duo right now huh

#ah #a scoreless pp #but ALMOST #pens lb

[inconveniententity]

I love saying "when I'm grown up"

Said it as a kid, in my teens, early twenties, still saying it today and will continue to do so.

Because I love dreaming. I love having goals, I love that I'm growing and won't stop growing as long as I have an idea of a future, something to grow into.

Am I an adult? Yes, very much so, and I am happy about that. Arent i all grown up then?? ?

No.

And I'll never be, as long as I have things to turn into.

Like a butterfly, but endless, ever evolving into new ideas.

I am always looking forward to when I'm grown up.

#When I'm grown up #saying stuff #sayings #growing up #growth #poetry #not really #but almost

[xieyaohuan]

“Could you please send me a current photo of yourself-”

No I can’t, the last photo of me was taken in 1998 go away!

#not true #but almost #me when I get the most annoying question ever

[draculagerard]

HAPPY DESTIEL MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY SAM

AND TO YOU TOO WILLOW!!!!

#it’s still 13th for me (3pm) cause timezones #but ALMOST #moose asks #Willow #<3

[heretherebedork]

Look, the entire KP cast is attractive, they're all in great shape, and they all have great style. Now that we've made that clear, let's stop putting them in fancy outfits when they're in danger and PUT THEM SOME BULLETPROOF VESTS! How the fuck is Tawan the smartest one in the room?!

Tawan is the only one with a bulletproof vest and the only person who might have given it to him was someone who literally planned on killing him seriously it's so sad.

But yeah it makes zero sense for Kinn not be wearing one and even less for the bodyguards going into active combat situations to not be wearing them. Like, seriously? Bodyguards last a lot longer if they're wearing bulletproof vests. Big would be alive if he'd had one! Kim would have been a lot safer and he could have put it on Chay to escape.

Oh, imagine how that would have looked? Kim bursts in wearing a bulletproof vest over his tanktop and then, tenderly but quickly, drapes it over Chay so he can carry him out safely.

That's so good! Why didn't we get that? Who can create that for me? Kim with a bulletproof vest, setting up to insure Chay is safe as he escapes with him... ugh, it would have been so good.

But yeah, we need bulletproof vests all around in more situations.

#no tags here #spoilers #spoiler #i can't quite tag this #but almost

[technologyvoid]

Welcome to the realm of the almost living !

Good morning! Am tired ough

#esteemed wr0ng (beloved blorbo) #answers❗ #but hey at least i managed to fall asleep without any trouble #i could almost say 'streak broken' except previous was after midnight so technically yesterday #but almost

[flops]

the 7th is the deadline for my thesis 🥹😭🥲😵‍💫

#not the final final one #but almost

[farfromstrange]

hello! im so glad you're back. You're one of my favorite authors here. I hope you're doing okay!

Omg hi! Thank you so much! That is so sweet 😭🫶🏻 I’m so glad you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it. You’re literally so sweet, I can’t even- I hope you’re having an amazing day (or whatever time it is where you’re at) and that you’re doing okay too, my lovely anon 🤍

#lizzi answers #lovely anon <3 #this just made my heart swell #and it made me blush #if you like my work stay tuned because more is on the way #it’s in the writing process #so it’s not done #but almost #hopefully