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jewishrat420 · 10 months ago
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No one has ever flirted with Steve the way Eddie flirts with Steve.
And it's not like no one flirts with Steve. God, no, it's not like no one flirts with Steve. Steve can't walk into the grocery store without at least three sets of heads turning and focusing all their attention on him.
And he's not even trying to be cocky about it. That's just the reality he was gifted when he came out of his mother's womb looking like the world's freshest Adonis. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they changed the colloquialism to "Steve."
Regardless. For as many people like to flirt with him, make themselves known, filtering in and out of his orbit like willing planets, no one knows quite how to get him going like Eddie. Maybe it's that they're not as confident as he is, maybe they're scared of the rejection Eddie was born facing and will die knowing.
Maybe they're scared of ruining their chances. Maybe Eddie isn't.
For whatever reason, Eddie doesn't seem like he's scared. Even though there was a long time before he knew Steve was bi, was just as into the flirting as Eddie was, even though there was a chance (not like it'd ever happen, but the unknown was there) that Steve could have beaten him up just for calling him "sweetheart," he did it anyway. He got right up into Steve's space, close enough that Steve could get high off the remnants of the joint he'd smoked earlier, and gave him a look that offered everything.
And, God, Steve wanted it. He wanted it all.
And so that began months of what Steve has so aptly referred to as torture. Apt, because he knows what it's like. He has the scars and the fear of ice cream and needles to prove it.
But this... this is a different kind of torture. Mental, emotional, spiritual, whatever you call it-- this is meant to tear him apart from the inside out, meant to make him want to rip his own bones out from his body and offer them to Eddie if it meant the other man making a fucking move.
And Steve would, is the thing. He would absolutely make the first move-- it's what he usually does, anyway, and he's got a pretty damn good success rate for it.
But, for whatever reason, this feels different. This back and forth they have, the constant teasing, the sliding in and out of each other's orbits, unable and unwilling to refute the most fundamental laws of gravity... it's something special, at least to Steve. Something sacred.
Which is why, when Eddie calls Steve "Harrington" for the first time in months, his first response is to pout.
They're about halfway through splitting a joint, the sweet smoke curling around wisps of hair and parted lips and filtering in and out of the holes in their sweaters. The air outside is getting colder, thinner, sharper, as the winter months dreg on. But inside the trailer, it's comfortable and warm. Safe.
Steve's being a bit of a hog, and he's man enough to admit that. But he had a shitty day at work and all he wants is to feel nothing other than the weightless relaxation of a good high buzzing through his bones. Sue him for taking a little more than his fair share of the good stuff, even if it is Eddie's.
"Steve," Eddie whines, reaching his hand out and curling his fingers in request. "Give it over."
"No," Steve responds, just on the edge of whiny. He brings the joint to his lips and takes a long, slow, deep drag, feeling the sweet heat of the smoke burning in his lungs, taking up the space where oxygen should be. He goes a little dizzy with it, feels his eyes lower. "Mine."
Steve can't see it, but he knows Eddie's rolling his eyes. Can sense the shift in the air, can sense every little fucking thing about Eddie at any given moment.
"C'mon, Harrington, you're being a brat."
And, normally, Steve would find another aspect of that sentence to freak out about. Would zero in on the word brat and relish in the flare of heat it sends shooting up his spine like firework sparks. Would squint his eyes at Eddie and tilt his head in the way he knows makes him look good, would give him his cutest little smirk and say, "Who, me?" and would preen in the response it gets.
This time, though, he's much too focused on the other name Eddie used for him. The one he hasn't heard come out of Eddie's mouth since before he realized that Steve was, as he put it, "actually a good dude."
He doesn't realize he's pouting until the sudden silence in the room starts to creep in, make a home in the buzzing in his ears. He didn't realize that he didn't say anything, and neither did Eddie, and now they're sitting in a mess of their own making. Of Eddie's own making, really.
His next words come out without effort, without intent.
"Don't call me that."
He chances a look over at Eddie, at the risk of appearing as vulnerable as he feels, and to his distress, he can't get a read on the man. His dark eyebrows furrow, brown eyes squinting slightly, and his lips part like he wants to speak. He licks them. Steve's eyes follow the motion unintentionally.
"Call you what?" Eddie says on an exhale. "A brat?"
Steve shakes his head. "Harrington. Don't like it when you call me that."
Eddie kind of softens, then, and Steve didn't realize he had stiffened until he isn't anymore. He sort of sinks into the couch, spreads his legs imperceptibly wider, and Steve wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the way his left knee brushes against Steve's just barely. Just enough for those heated sparks to send a couple pinpricks across his skin.
"No?" he says, looking over to meet Steve's gaze. His cheeks are flushed, whether from the weed or the heat of the room or the heat between them, and Steve's sure that his look the same. "What do you want me to call you, then?"
Steve's definitely blushing now. He looks away from Eddie, tucks his chin to his chest, lets the joint between his fingers burn away. Eddie takes it from him, gently, and brings it to his lips. Steve hears the paper crackling as he inhales.
His voice is quiet, almost meek, when he speaks. It's completely unlike Steve, completely unlike the persona he used to so proudly take on-- but then again, Eddie is completely unlike anyone that Steve has ever met. He's more real, more human, and in turn, Steve is too.
"...You know."
Eddie makes a little noise, then, something in the back of his throat that was born and died within the very same second it was released. Something soft, almost pained, like his body couldn't help the reaction it had to that sentence.
Steve watches the thin, long line of Eddie's arm reach forward and press the joint into the glass of the ashtray. He follows the motion until Eddie's hand settles into the rips over his knee, fingers intertwining with the thread. His pinkie is dangerously close to Steve's own sweatpant-covered skin, and he feels the contact as if Eddie were touching him.
Eddie's hand twitches like it wants to move, and Steve resists the urge to grab it, hold it within the warmth of his own palms.
"Do I?" Eddie says, his voice quieter than it was a moment ago. That thick silence fills the trailer once more, settling in between the soft buzzing of the lightbulb in the kitchen and the muffled humming of the crickets outside. Steve hears Eddie take a stuttering breath. "Tell me."
Steve sighs, feeling his chest burn as his heartbeat picks up. His throat pounds with the pulsing of it. He places his own hand on his right knee, pinkie finger edging closer and closer to the space where Eddie's meets his. Eddie's hand twitches again.
"Like it when you call me sweet things," he says on an exhale, as though getting it out all in one breath would make it easier. "Like how it makes me feel."
Eddie lets out another one of those noises, then, something more like a cut-off groan. His hand curls into the fabric of his jeans for no more than a second before he releases it, and Steve gets to watch as the blood blanches and then returns to his knuckles.
"Sweet things, huh?" he muses, voice only slightly strained. If Steve didn't know any better, he'd say Eddie is nervous. "Like... Stevie?"
Steve hums. "Yeah. I like that."
Eddie's pinkie moves closer. Barely. Imperceptibly, if not for the way Steve is tuned into his every movement, like a dog to the sound of their owner's keys.
"Yeah?"
Steve hums again.
"What about... sweetheart?"
Steve closes his eyes. Lets out a shaky breath, inhales a smoother one.
"Yeah."
Steve feels something brush against his pinkie. Something warm.
"Honey?"
Steve nods, biting his lip. "Mhm."
Eddie lets out a quiet little laugh. "Even big boy?"
Steve returns it helplessly, feels the edges of a smile pulling at his lips. The air feels cold on his teeth, as though he's burning up from the inside out and anything outside of his own body is a cooling salve.
"Especially big boy."
Eddie laughs a little louder, and the jostling of his body brings his pinkie even closer to Steve's. Completely pressed against his own, now.
Steve swears he can feel his heartbeat through it. Or maybe it's his own.
"What about..." Eddie takes a breath. "Love?"
Steve's own breath hitches. He opens his eyes, looks at where their skin is touching in more than one place. He feels it, feels every point of contact where the cells that make Eddie are existing with the cells that make Steve. Wonders, maybe, if they stay here long enough, if they'll merge and mold over time. Become one.
"Yeah," Steve breathes. "I like that one a lot."
Eddie hums, and the room falls back into silence for a moment. Steve's skin burns where their fingers are touching. He moves his hand to the right, just barely, just enough to let Eddie know that he feels it. Just enough to ask Eddie if he does, too.
His response is overwhelming.
Eddie moves his hand to the left, solidifies all the points of contact between them, and Steve feels like he's exploding. Feels like a bubbling pit of lava that's set to burst, to overflow, like it can't hold back anymore. Like it's tried for so long that it's hurting, now, pressurized and boiling and hot, way too fucking hot.
And then, Eddie crosses his pinkie over Steve's, and Steve thinks he's dying.
He takes in a sharp breath like it's the last one he'll ever get, and he doesn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it. He knows Eddie is right there with him, knows he's not the only one feeling this irrefutable pull like gravity between them. Knows, hopes, it's only a matter of time before they collide.
Eddie hums again. He taps his pinkie once over the smallest of Steve's knuckles, almost like he's making a decision. He takes a long, slow breath before he speaks.
"You know which one's my favorite?"
Steve's throat clicks. "Which?"
"Look at me."
Steve turns his head to the right for no more than a second before Eddie's lips are on his.
It's hungry, it's indulgent, it's immediately addictive. It feels like breathing.
Eddie presses his whole body against Steve's, and he can feel the way his tendons flex where his hand is covering the back of Steve's. Where their pinkies meet, their fingers intertwine and cross over one another like the roots of a tree, their bodies the whole mycorrhizal network.
The next word is spoken against Steve's lips, and Steve can feel the way his mouth forms around it. Decides, from this moment on, that he never wants to hear it another way.
"Baby."
Steve's exhale is more of a moan, a dying sound that, like Eddie's before, lived for only a moment in his throat before pushing through the wall of his lips. Eddie takes it, holds it in his own mouth, swallows it down hungrily and slides his tongue against Steve's as though asking for more.
"That's--" Steve pants, getting his hands on Eddie's hips and pulling until he's seated in his lap. "Mine too."
"Yeah?" Eddie asks, his lips still pressed against Steve's. Their words are muffled against each other, but they don't need to hear them to understand. They only need to feel the outline of them, the shape of the consonants and vowels against and around each other's tongues. They only need to press their bodies together and know, intimately, the meaning in each other's hearts.
"Yeah. Want you to call me that forever."
This time, Steve feels Eddie's laughter against his lips. His chest. Feels it bubble up in the space between his ribs, feels it flow into his mouth like a river, swallows it down like the first glass of water after a run. Feels his own creep up behind his teeth in return, gives it back to Eddie like an offering, who takes it greedily. Hungrily. Gratefully.
"Think that can be arranged, baby."
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gigizetz · 4 months ago
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Thanks guys! :D
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radiance1 · 11 months ago
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A byproduct of this au.
"I do believe that my greatest magical feat was figuring out how to remove stains from my clothes."
Zatanna paused. "Did you not use large scale teleportation magic on your home throughout time and space to land in our dimension?"
Sam laughs. "Oh dear, that one was on accident!" The witch waved a hand through the air, causing a tea set to hop through the air and set itself on the table. "Tea?" She offered.
The teapot poured itself as a plate of sugar cubes as well as a small pair of tongs appeared on the table, silent offer to take and adjust as they felt like it.
"You moved your entire castle here, on accident?" Constantine asked, dropping two sugars into his teacup and stirring with the spoon helpfully and magically provided for him.
The witch took a sip of tea, then nodded. "Oh yes, my calculations were quite perfect-that I made sure of- but something knocked my spell off and, well." She gestured around. "Here I am."
"And you would place removing stains above such a feat-even if accidental?" Zatanna raised an eyebrow as she picked up her teacup.
The witch merely nodded in response.
"I would have to agree with the lass." Constantine wrinkled his nose. "Stains are a shitty thing to deal with. What about you Batsy? Feel like departing your wisdom on us magic folk?"
Batman was quiet for a moment, staring down at his teacup before slowly reaching for sugar cubes and dropping them into his cup one at a time. It took 5 cubes before he decided to stop and stir. "They are." Was all he said before taking a sip from his tea.
Everyone present could swear they heard a faint, goddamn purr from the man.
Constantine stared incredulously, even going as far as pointing a finger as Zatanna held her face to her head and quietly cursed the gods in esasperation.
The witch just stared at them with amusement in her eyes and a smile on her lips that she hid behind her teacup.
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vecnawrites · 6 months ago
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For the month of May but also for May the 4th.
May Zedong and Jaune have been binge watching Star Wars movies and shows since May the 4th is coming up. May couldn’t help but noticed when Jaune tried to stealthy hide his boner when Leia appeared in her slave outfit. So on the 4th May decided to surprise Jaune by cosplaying in the costume. While Leia appears to dislike being forced to wear such a revealing outfit, May doesn’t mind. Because of Jabba the Hutt she has Jaune the Hunk, and he’s a very considerate and passionate lover.
May Zedong hummed softly along with the music to the movie that her and her boyfriend were watching, the pair of gangly, awkward teens doing what they did best when alone and out of class: being nerds, eating junk food, and watching their favorite movies and playing games.
Currently, they were binge watching all the Star Wars movies, though in proper order, having gone through A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, and had just started Return of the Jedi, and were currently watching as Leia was held prisoner by Jabba the Hutt, and was clad in chains and a tiny crimson and gold bikini.
May was often embarrassed when she saw the scene, if only for Leia’s actress, since that had to have beenembarrassing to wear on set, but she knew that it brought in views, and well...Jabba was a gang lord, so why wouldn’t he have his female slaves in skimpy clothes?
Glancing at her boyfriend, she tilted her head as she saw him fidgeting, and wondered why, her eyes flickering down and a blush formed on her face.
Jaune’s shorts had a massive tent in them.
She perfectly understood why, of course, a woman in a skimpy outfit would always manage to do it if the guy was heterosexual, and Jaune certainly was.
She glanced back at the screen quickly so as not to embarrass her boyfriend, and while she normally would feel inadequate, she knew her boyfriend. She knew that he loved her, loved her body, hardly ever letting his hands stray from her when they were alone…
...but, he liked the bikini.
Doing her best to focus on the movie, she let her mind wander, a naughty, dirty thought forming in the back of her mind…
~
That night, after Jaune went home, she typed on her computer and looked up costumes...blushing brightly as she saw how...skimpy...the costumes that the sites carried. Despite her embarrassment, she powered through and attempted to look for one that fit her proportions…
...without much luck. Why was it so hard to find costumes for someone busty?!
Nibbling on her lip, she put the one closest to her size in the cart and ordered it. It wasn’t like she was ordering this for a costume party or anything, just for her boyfriend.
Now, she just had to wait…
~
Jaune hummed to himself as he made his way back towards his girlfriend’s home, carrying a bag of their favorite snacks with him. It was finally May the Fourth, so they had planned a lot more Star Wars watching tonight.
As he entered her home, he called out for her, his smile getting wider as he heard her voice upstairs, telling him to come up and that her door was open. Bounding upstairs, he saw that her door was cracked open. Reaching out, he opened it and stepped in, speaking out, “Hey, May! I managed to find those pretzels...you...like…” Jaune trailed off as he took in the sight of what was before him.
His oldest friend, his girlfriend, was waiting for him...though the way she was dressed took his breath away.
May was in her room, sitting on her heels, her legs spread lewdly, her arms behind her head and thrusting her chest out, wearing a slave bikini from Star Wars. It clung to her chest and hips, looking about ready to pop off of his girlfriend’s incredible curves.
He swallowed hard, his slacks bulging as May smiled up at him, even as embarrassed as she looked. “May the Fourth Be With You, Jaune~” she said teasingly, gently shaking in place, making her breasts, which she tried her best to hide underneath her armor of her hoodie, sway side to side, jiggling gently from the motion.
...however, the top obviously wasn’t made for someone of her bust size, and the string behind her neck came loose, the top falling to the floor, making May freeze, her cheeks going a darker red than her hair as the snack bag slipped free from Jaune’s fingers, falling to the floor as he took in the sight of his now topless girlfriend, who was suitably mortified, sitting on her heels, arms behind her head, chest thrust out, her fat, always swollen nipples bulging outwards-
“Eeep!” May clapped her hands over her breasts, trying to find some measure of modesty, hating the fact that she was right about how there was hardly any clothing that worked for her body-
May swallowed as Jaune was suddenly above her, staring down at her nearly naked form hungrily, his pants bulging heavily-
~
May mewled as Jaune loomed over her, thrusting against her as she raised her legs, her toes curling as he thrust into her, making her cum over and over again as he claimed her on her bed, the mattress and frame squeaking and groaning from how intense the sensations were inside her.
She was no stranger to fingers down there, or even Jaune’s tongue (they’d certainly played around as much as they could), but this was the first time that she had been stretched out so wonderfully!
She mewled, arching upwards and smooshing her breasts against her boyfriend’s firmer chest as he worked harder and harder against her.
She could tell he was close, he was getting shaky and his face was tensing up, and that was okay, she was running out of steam, unable to keep up with her boyfriend’s incredible stamina. But there was one thing for sure that she knew that she was going to have to tell him to pull out.
“P-Pull out~!” she gasped, knowing that he was going to cum soon, and there was no way that she wouldn’t get pregnant if he came in her.
Her boyfriend was one of eight children for a reason, after all!
Jaune’s hips moved even faster, making her worry that he didn’t hear her, but as her boyfriend groaned, he jerked his hips out, her belly being splashed with heated streams of cum, splattering all over her stomach and even over her breasts as he rose up, allowing her to see his cock throbbing and twitching, spurting immense amounts of cum all over her, marking her.
As Jaune’s cock slowly stopped spraying cum, laying twitching on her soft belly, May smiled up at him, her tone playful as she spoke. “Now that Jaune the Hunk has claimed his love slave, how about a nice shower? Maybe your slave will use her breasts to clean him~?” she teased as she sat up, wonderfully sore in all the right places.
The twitching shaft against her belly was all the answer she needed.
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mr-cactis · 6 months ago
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Menina veneno, o mundo é pequeno demais pra nós dois ~
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tideswept · 2 months ago
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in the face of all that isn’t yet [e] → chapter 4
The glare of the city lights bores into Obi-Wan’s eyes. He’s been staring out the window, throat snarled with nerves, for too many hours. His shoulders hunch close to his bowed head, index fingers pressed over the bow of his mouth as if to pinch his lips shut against the barrage that might spill out if given the chance. He hasn’t slept yet. Unpacked yet. Hasn’t prepared a report for the Council. All he’s done since that damned chronometer slipped into his waiting palm is sit at the edge of his bed like a beaten creature.  He feels like a great, sodding fool.
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little-pup-pip · 8 months ago
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since I saw a McDonald’s one, how about a Moodboard for the new McDonalds restaurant, CosMc’s? Gender neutral is ok, deco and pack also, and please make it space themed! Ty! :) -💫💜
Here you go!!
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bluelolblue · 5 months ago
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The Art of Negotiation
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Summary: While it was supposed to be a simple talk, negotiation about what John has to do for Santino to honor the marker, it took an exciting turn. With John having full control over Santino, not bothered by the fact they're in the museum with art surrounding them and how the museum was still open for anyone to visit it. Good thing the door could've been locked.
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick
Note: It's finally DONE!!! This took so long, longer than I thought, actually. I needed to write at least one fic this month, and I decided to go with this one! I was kinda distracted while writing it with my irl stuff, so that's probably why it took me so long. So, all other fics I have planned to write will be done in the future, after I'm finally done with matura. Btw I love this pic of them sitting in front of the art piece so I literally had to include it.
✩ SPECIAL THANKS TO LOVELY @mrssimply ✩ for beta reading, for helping with the name of the fic, for helping me out on how to even send it and for explaining how everything works! Thank you so much for your support AND for taking your time to read everything and make corrections! That means a lot to me, I'm really thankful for this! It wouldn't be nearly as good if it weren't for you! :) 💙💙💙💙
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"You want me to kill... Gianna D'Antonio?"
"It shouldn't be a difficult task for you. I know you're capable of doing it," Santino said confidently. "No, it can't be done," John replied. 
"You can't refuse this, John. Not a second time. You know how that went down the first time."
With a blown up house, yes.
John never felt this much frustration. Was Santino being an asshole on purpose or he was just in that mood?
"I'm going to kill you for that," John said, and he sounded like he meant it, having that cold tone in his voice. 
"Oh, yeah? I can't wait." Santino taunted. He was fucking smiling at him like the sick little creature he is.
John was really holding himself back. But he knew that was exactly what Santino wanted. He wanted him to snap, he wanted him to lose control.
Good thing those few people that were here started to walk out, probably going to see other pieces of art.
"You're fucked up," John said. He was ready to stand up and leave when Santino said, "You're not innocent either."
"Don't," John warned, not wanting to remember their past. Santino was such a hot lover. Stubborn, passionate, bossy, rough and needy. John could handle him well. His demands, his begging, his teasing, everything. He gave him everything he ever wanted. And it felt so damn good. No matter how many times John would wake up with fading scratches on his back, love marks on his neck and shoulders.
Santino was the one who always ended up with aching muscles and legs. There were so many times where Santino struggled not to limp while walking. As well as hiding his love marks on his neck when he had meetings, fixing his tie and collar around his neck.
"What? You liked it," Santino said with an innocent tone in his voice. Well, he wasn't wrong. John fucking loved it.
"Shut up," John muttered, avoiding Santino's playful look. That fucking look whenever he wanted something. 
"You don't have a choice, John. Do this for me, and your marker is honored." He said and paused for a second. "How can I convince you? Do I really have to beg you?" He moved slightly closer and John tensed up.
"I know what you're doing," John said, his voice sounding a bit husky, probably because his mouth felt dry. Why did Santino still have that effect on him?
"Of course you do. Look at you. You're thinkin' about it, aren't you?" Santino teased, smirking at him. Keeping eye contact with him felt way too intimate. It felt that way because it was the same look Santino used to give him when he was teasing him as he sucked him off.
Damn. John was getting lost in his eyes again. He loved getting lost in his eyes. He wanted to snap out of it, but Santino didn't want to shut up.
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cobaltfluff · 10 months ago
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AND THERE IT IS! HIROKO UTSUMI'S SIGNATURE MOVE!! REFLECTED IN THE EYE OF YOUR SOULMATE!!!!!!!!
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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 1 year ago
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So Cries the Wolf - Chapter 11
Summary: Preparations that were put into place begin to pay off. You and Eclipse tango around your respective emotions with Montague as your unwilling partner. And the Sun rises.
Word Count: 9546
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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago
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shittydirkdail · 1 year ago
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Dirk in a bunny suit.
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talesfrommedinastation · 7 months ago
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“Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?
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I'm about to waltz right into 72 hours of dance competitions for my oldest.
My editor is being a clown, my boss is ignoring me, and no one is filing their paperwork correctly at work.
My sanity is slowly edging away. I can't finish the second longfic.
But at least the internet is here and GAY AS EVER.
Don't know what happened in my overworked brain but damn it gonna get Target-in-June levels of gay up in this piece.
In another universe, these two hypersmart freaks hook up and it's nice. We'd all be smarter watching them debate on the Moon or whatever.
FWIW, this scene from 'Watchmen' is one of my favorites in a superhero movie: IMAX. Jon Osterman turns into Dr. Manhattan | Watchmen [+Subtitles] (youtube.com)
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haec-an · 1 year ago
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nct u (haechan & taeil) - n.y.c.t out now!
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purplehairedwonder · 11 months ago
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Fandom: One Piece Rating: Explicit Pairings: Donquixote Doflamingo/Trafalgar Law (nonconsensual) Words: 4,204 Characters: Donquxiote Doflamingo, Violet, Trafalgar Law, Donquixote Rosinante, Monkey D. Luffy, Diamante, Trebol, Pica Summary: In another life, Minion Island goes a bit differently: a gravely wounded Corazon is recovered by the Marines while Law is taken back into the Family. Years later, Rosinante teams up with Monkey D. Luffy to rescue Law from the clutches of his brother and set him free for good.
Notes: So, this story is inspired by my desire to see two of my favorite fic genres—Corazon!Law and Rosinante lives—in the same fic.
The title comes from the incredible monologue at the end of Andor episode 10.
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