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banannabethchase · 9 months

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Screamer - also on AO3

Nick and Lucha get caught having sex at the venue, and it makes him wonder what Lucha thinks of their arrangement.

Schrodinger's prompt fill. Oops. For Sarah's "lyric prompt during my own title search: "'Cause I'm a screamer, baby, make me a mute" (any nickship)." But I did not - I went a weird - this - alright. Well. Have this…thing.

Technically, it’s not Nick’s fault.

He relays this observation to Luchasaurus as they pull on their clothes.

“Are you really trying to suggest that you’re not the one who was screaming?”

Nick’s eyes linger on Lucha’s abs as he pulls his shirt on. He says a silent goodbye. “What?”

“You were the one screaming,” Lucha says. He adjusts his hair and mask. “Therefore, it was your fault.”

“Well, you made me scream,” Nick says. He’s antsy and uncomfortable from the interruption, the feeling of getting so close to what he wanted and losing it crawling into his spine. “Maybe next time do a better job of making me be quiet, then.”

Lucha’s grin goes devilish, enticing. Nick’s hard again in a second. “For next time, little bird. You and I both know Stokely is running straight to Tony to tell him he ran into someone fucking in the closet. You don’t want him to have the chance to confirm it’s us, do you?”

The answer is an emphatic no. Matt and Christian are the only ones who know Lucha and Nick are together. Nick thinks Matt alone is the only one to know they’re official.

“Right,” Nick says. “Right, yeah. But I’m still sure it was your fault.”

Lucha walks up to Nick and tilts his chin up. “I would be more cautious where you place blame, sweetheart. Karma will come to get you.”

Nick closes his eyes for a kiss, but it never comes. His eyes open to see an empty room and a wide open door.

“That’s why Mox and I only have sex in the hotel,” Matt says, mid yoga move. Nick is trying to figure out how his legs are working, where he’s holding his weight. “Less of a risk.”

Nick glances around to make sure nobody is listening in. “Jesus, be louder, will you?”

“We’re in a gym with millennials and gen z, Nicholas. You point out one person without headphones or ear buds and I’ll quiet down.”

A glance around the room proves Matt, annoyingly, right. Hook’s got his earbuds in as he wails on a heavy bag. Hangman is running at horse speeds on the treadmill, wearing the Boze headphones Nick had bought him for Christmas. Even Skye and Kyle, right next to each other, have their own headphones in as they compete to see who can do the most squats.

“Okay, yeah,” Nick says. “Fine. But now I’m worried Stokely’s going to be on the prowl, you know?”

“The easy solution is to stop fucking your dinosaur boyfriend at work.” Matt folds himself backward and over until he’s bending in a bridge on his toes and hands. “How’s my bridge? Do you think it’s good?”

“Mox’ll fuck you even if you couldn’t stand on one foot,” Nick says. As bendy as he is, his bridges never look like that. He’s suddenly hit with how much time Matt has been spending with the BCC. He’s even invited brought Adam with him once or twice, for reasons Nick hasn’t been willing to ask about. Yet.

“You don’t think Lucha’s the same?” Matt flips over and jumps to his feet, stretching to the sky. “He seems pretty obsessed with you.”

“Hasn’t even invited me to stay in his hotel room,” Nick says. “Maybe he only agreed when I called him my boyfriend because he wasn’t planning on saying it at all.” He deflates, flopping back onto the dirty hotel gym mats. “Maybe that’s why he won’t tell anyone.”

“None of that,” Matt says, and suddenly Nick’s breath is knocked out of him and there’s two hundred pounds of his old brother on top of him, smothering him in a hug. “You’ll figure it out. Don’t freak out.”

“I would love to be able to breathe.”

“I love you too, Nicky.”

“Not what I said.”

Nick flips his phone over for what must be the thirtieth time.

“Oh, my god, just text him,” Adam groans.

Nick jumps. “What? Who?”

“Your secret sex buddy,” Adam explains. “Don’t act like you’re surprised. We usually room next to each other.”

“You can hear me?!”

“Yeah,” Adam says. He doesn’t look disgusted, exactly. More confused. “Like, every time. You are loud as hell with whomever that is.”

Nick lets that sink in. His best friend has heard him have sex. Multiple times. Through hotel walls. It’s not a great revelation. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Great. That’s great.”

“Whoever you’re with is quiet as hell, though,” Adam muses. “He’s gotta be the only reason your weird secret relationship thing is working.”

“How do you know it’s a relationship?”

Adam’s eyes go soft, sweet. Knowing. “Because you’re Nick Jackson, and you fall in love with pretty much everyone you meet.”

“I’m not in love with him!” Nick argues. “I – okay, he’s my boyfriend, but, like –”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, Nick,” Adam says, his smile in the corners of his lips. “Just – tonight, try to keep it down. I’m exhausted. And tell your guy I’d love to meet him.” He reaches down and squeezes Nick’s shoulder. “Stay safe, Nicky.”

Nick nods as Adam walks off, more confused than before. His phone, textless, rests in his hands.

He fidgets for an hour backstage as the crew sets the ring up. He’s not going after Luchasaurus tonight. Lucha can come find him.

It’s agony.

“Alright.” Kenny sits down in front of Nick. “Talk to me. What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal,” Nick says, adjusting his headset. “As you can see, I’m very busy.”

Kenny sighs. “The green light’s not even on and it’s, like almost an hour from show time.”

Nick shrinks. “Okay, fine, but there’s nothing to talk about.”

“You get dumped or something?” Kenny asks. “Did somebody tell you you’re not the prettiest boy in the universe?” He grins. “Someone say they like Matt more than you?”

“That happened once in 2016 and I made sure it would never happen again,” Nick quips back. “And no. I actually. I have a – a romantic issue?”

“They in a different promotion?” Kenny asks, making himself comfortable. “Bad service or something?”

Nick shakes his head. “No, they’re here.”

“Like, in the building?”

Nick nods.

“Then what are you waiting for!” Kenny exclaims. He leaps to his feet and slings a giant arm under one of Nick’s arms and hauls him to his feet. Like Nick is a rag doll. “Come on, let’s go find him.”

“I – no, I can’t talk to him!”

“Why not?” Kenny asks, yanking Nick along with him, “Is it somebody who speaks Spanish? Japanese? Don’t be racist. I can interpret for you.”

“I am not being racist – what the hell, Kenny?” Nick finally manages to wiggle out of Kenny’s grip. “Also, you don’t speak Spanish!”

“I’ve been practicing my Duolingo,” Kenny replies. “What language do you need to brush up on?”

“Dinosaur is not a language!”

Kenny’s smile goes softer, more calculated, and Nick process what he’s just said. “Oh, I thought that would work on you. So you are sleeping with Luchasaurus.”

Nick blinks. “I – no?”

“Liar,” Kenny says, skipping down the hallway. “What’s the problem? You catch feelings?”

“Not – okay, yes,” Nick says. He has to hustle to catch up with Kenny, still skipping. “But I can’t figure out if he thinks this is as serious as I do.”

“You talk about it?” Kenny asks, pulling open the door to the EVP room. “Contrary to popular opinion, communication is key.”

“Oh, don’t you dare start with that, of all people,” Nick says, rolling his eyes.

Kenny flops down in a chair. “Hey, guys. Did you know Nick is banging Luchasaurus?”

“Yes,” Matt says, yawning.

Adam, on the other hand, is currently dribbling water down the front of his shirt. “That’s ‘Daddy’?!”

Kenny slowly turns to Nick, who can feel himself blushing. “Um.”

“Daddy?” Matt asks, looking horrified as he stares at Adam.

“Look at your brother like that, not me!” Adam says. “Sorry for not enjoying being woken up to people screaming Daddy over and over again.”

Nick wonders how hard it would be to dig a hole in the floor and bury himself.

“Well, that’s a detail,” Matt says, a bit huffy. “Did you mean to tell Kenny, or was that -”

“He tricked me,” Nick says. “He tricked me into telling him.”

“Oh, don’t say it like that, Nicky.” Kenny’s smile is infuriating. “I outsmarted you.”

“That’s not better!”

Kenny shrugs and shuffles so he can get his head in Adam’s lap. “Tell us everything, man. We’re here to help.”

Half an hour later and fifteen from when they’re supposed to be getting ready, Nick’s no more clear on what to do than he was before Kenny says, “So just ask him to take you on a date.”

“I’ve told you,” Nick says. “It’s not like that. We’re – we’re boyfriends, but he doesn’t want to tell anyone, so it doesn’t count.”

“Did you ask him?” Adam asks.

He tits his head. “Ask him what?”

“Did you ask him why he’s not mentioning you to anyone else,” Adam shuffles until he’s sitting up, and Nick catches Kenny’s startled expression. “Or are you freaking out because you’re not communicating.”

“Okay, first off, you’re not allowed to say that because of how little you communicated for years,” Nick fires off. “Second, no. I have not.”

“You could go talk to him,” Matt suggests. He stands, pushing at Nick’s back. “After the match, you’ll talk to him.”

“But –”

“You will talk to him.” Matt’s staring at Nick like he’s trying to bore into Nick’s soul. “Just don’t screw up our match with the BCC, first. I have to prove to Mox we’re better than him. It’s a bet.”

“Noted,” Nick says, rolling his eyes. But he feels better, now that Kenny and Adam know.

The match goes off without a hitch – Adam gets the pin and Nick didn’t break any bones, so it’s pretty much as good as it goes. Mox spends the whole match and aftermath staring at Matt like a wolf stalking a sheep, and Adam and Yuta have a few too many moments that Nick wishes he hadn’t seen.

They stumble backstage, a bit bruised but nothing major.

“I’ll, uh,” Matt says, bright red all over. “I have to – ”

“You don’t have to tell us,” Nick says with a sigh. “Just go have sex with Mox and don’t make me hear it.”

Matt looks like he wants to argue, to say something, but he huffs and stomps off without another word. Adam snorts. Nick decides to ignore that.

“Alright,” Kenny says, patting Nick on the back. “Go talk to your dinosaur.”

Nick looks up to fight, but then Adam and Kenny fold their arms across their chests.

“Don’t look at me like you’re my dads,” he grumbles, but he finds himself walking toward the TNT champion locker room and knocking before he can think better of it.

He knocks, and feels the anxiety build in his chest.

Christian opens the door and rolls his eyes. “Dinosaur! Your little boyfriend’s here.”

Nick shouldn’t feel all fuzzy at that, but he does. It’s the first time anyone but him has said it.

Christian shoulders past him and Nick stumbles just a little bit, righting himself just in time for Luchasaurus to step to the door.

“Hi, there, little bird,” Lucha says. He plants his hands on Nick’s waist and pulls him in, kissing him so intentionally Nick’s brain goes a bit fireworky.

“I – wait,” Nick says. “I want to talk.”

He didn’t think he could see another person’s face fall so completely. “Oh,” Luchasaurus says. He drops his hands from Nick’s waist. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Nick asks. “Yes what?”

Lucha shrugs. “I knew you would reconsider one day.”

“Reconsider?” Nick says. “What would I reconsider?”

Luchasaurus guides them to the little couch in the room and sits them down. “Our arrangement.” He’s strangely controlled, careful.

Nick tries to piece together the words, the context, something to make it make sense. “What about our arrangement?”

“About how this is a fling for you.”

Nick doesn’t miss the clarifier – for you. It takes a second, but, slowly, the realization sinks in. “You think I consider this a fling?”

Luchasaurus shrugs. “You’ve thrown the word boyfriend around, but only in the heat of the moment.”

“Heat of the – you thought I asked you to be my boyfriend in a horny fugue state?” Nick’s baffled. He’s baffled and delighted and spinning. “No, I asked you because I want you to be my boyfriend!”

Luchasaurus blinks behind the mask, then steps to the door and locks it. “You’re saying you’d be interested in a real relationship?”

“I thought we already in one.” Nick fiddles with his fingertips, feeling like his skin doesn’t fit right. “Just – one that you didn’t want to talk about.”

Luchasaurus pulls his mask off, and Nick has to adjust to it. His face is soft, free of paint. He looks more human than Nick’s ever seen him. “Nicholas,” he says gently, making his way to sit on the couch. “I would cry your name from the rooftops if I thought you wanted me to.”

Nick can’t help it. He dives in and kisses Luchasaurus, unable to put into words what he wants. Lucha seems to get it though. He wraps his arms around Nick and holds him tight, like he’s scared to let go.

He pulls back first, leaving Nick’s head spinning. “Little bird, are you sure about this?”

“Am I – of course I’m sure!” Nick exclaims. “Lucha, the first night we had sex I had to call Matt freaking out because I knew I had fall – I knew I liked you too much.” He pauses. “The only time this was a fling was before we kissed.”

Lucha pulls him back down for a kiss, this one quicker, and pulls away. “Does this mean we’re telling people?” He brushes Nick’s hair over his shoulder. “Are we – official?”

“We’re official,” Nick says. “I – I want to – I want to go to HR and fill out stupid paperwork and ask you to get me soda from the fridge when we hang out.”

Lucha nods, a smile spreading across his face. His features without the mask are so much softer, sweeter. Nick shivers, thinking about how this version of Luchasaurus is all his. They don’t have the time for anything – Lucha’s got a title match at the top of the hour and Nick won’t be the one to make him late – so Nick leaves with a lingering kiss as he goes back to gorilla, floating.

“You look happy,” Matt says, adjusting something. A call sheet, probably. “You finally talk to your boyfriend?”

Nick nods. “I’m gonna watch him for Rampage. We’re – it’s for real now.” He has to control his breath to make sure he doesn’t get overexcited, doesn’t hyperventilate. “We’re boyfriends.”

Matt sets down his papers silently. Before Nick can do anything, Matt’s wrapped him in a giant, bone crushing hug. “I’m so happy for you, Nick,” he mumbles into Nick’s neck. “Also, now you can stop calling me in the middle of the night. I can sleep!”

“It would be great if you could be not a bitch for, like, five seconds.”

Matt pulls back, smiling. “Impossible.”

Luchasaurus wins his match, obviously, and Nick watches from the side of the stage as closely as he can. They’re official, sure. But he’d rather be the one to tell the press than for somebody to catch him staring and put the puzzle pieces together on their own.

He’s nearly vibrating as he meets Luchasaurus backstage. “You did great,” he says, breathless. “You did amazing.”

Lucha leans down and kisses him on the top of the head. In front of Tony. In front of Doc. In front of Matt, Kenny, crew members. Despite how innocent it is, it almost feels illicit.

Then he leans down and presses his lips to Nick’s, so gently it feels like a habit. “I’ll see you later at our hotel room.”

Nick nods as Lucha walks off.

“Dude,” Kenny says. “Dude, he loves you.”

Nick beams. “I think he does.”

He doesn’t realize until he gets back to the hotel that Luchasaurus meant ‘our’ literally – he’s left a request at the front desk to close out his own hotel room in favor of staying with Nick.

“Sure, he can have a key,” Nick says, eyes flicking over to Lucha. He’s not smiling, exactly, but his expression is mild. Nick thinks he likes Lucha best without the mask, somehow.

“Wonderful,” the desk clerk says, clicking some keys on her computer. “We have to check, of course. Never want to give a requested key to a person with ulterior motives.” She looks up and catches her eye on Lucha’s tattoos, his braids.

Nick fights the urge to say that he likes Lucha’s ulterior motives, and instead takes Lucha’s hand as they go from elevator to the hallway to the door.

“I need to go collect my things from my other room,” Lucha says, lips right by Nick’s ear. “I expect you naked and ready for me by the time I return.”

Nick’s response is a high pitched whine, and he’s suddenly incredibly glad he’d showered before leaving the venue.

He sprints into the bedroom and rips his clothes off, throwing himself down on the bed. The anticipation feels like another layer of clothing he can’t peel off, so he grabs the lube off the bedside and gets started.

He’s two fingers deep inside of himself when the door swings open.

“Nicholas,” Luchasaurus says. “I hope you’ve followed instructions.”

“I – oh – I have,” Nick says back. “Come see.”

Luchasaurus turns on the light. Nick hopes he looks good, spread out on the bed fucking himself on his own fingers. The way Luchasaurus licks his lips and pulls off his own shirt makes him think he does.

“God, you’re such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Lucha dives onto the bed. Nick begrudgingly pulls his fingers out, leaving himself empty, but it’s worth it when Luchasaurus kisses Nick hard enough to make his head spin. When he pulls away, his eyes are burning hot into Nick’s. “I need you.”

Nick nods, hands scrambling to the bedside table. He pauses as he closes around the condom packet. “Do we – it’s been no one but you for months,” Nick says. “Only you.”

Lucha’s face turns sunshine sweet. “Only you as well, little bird.” He takes the condom and sets it on the bedside table. “I look forward to feeling all of you.”

Nick nods. “I’m ready. I opened myself up for you, like you said.”

“I want you to know I meant naked,” Lucha says with a low chuckle. “My, my, aren’t you an obedient little thing.” He leans down, sucks a mark into Nick’s neck that has him arching into it.

“Yours,” Nick gasps. “Yours.”

“Mine,” Lucha agrees. He gently pushes Nick’s thighs apart and slides his hand to Nick’s hole, finding him open and, god, just one finger is good but not good enough. “So good for me.”

Nick wiggles his hips. “I’m ready, all of you,” he pleads. “Fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” Luchasaurus says. He arranges Nick’s legs, and guides himself inside of Nick. “God, you always feel so good.”

Nick nods, head spinning. “You too,” he mumbles. “I – please.”

“Can’t be too loud, though,” Lucha muses, the drag of his cock out cruelly slow. “Don’t want to wake your friends.”

“Screw it,” Nick says. “Make me scream. I don’t care.”

“Be careful what you ask for. You just might get it.”

Get it he does. Lucha fucks him so hard he has to brace his hands on the headboard, careful to keep his fingers away from the wall as the headboard slams into the wall. He cries Lucha’s name, Daddy, and even once baby, which surprises even himself. Lucha kisses him so long at that Nick’s head spins in need of oxygen, but he doesn’t care. He wants and needs and makes all the noise he wants, because this is his. It doesn’t matter who knows. It doesn’t matter if they hear him saying Lucha’s name, or if they hear Lucha saying his.

This is real.

He comes with a final scream of, “Daddy, yes!” and feels Luchasaurus fill him up not to long after. It feels like a mark, a brand, a claim, like this is real. Like this means they’re going to last.

Lucha half collapses on top of Nick with a hard exhale, arms bracketing Nick’s head. “Calling you my boyfriend is quite the change,” he says. He winds some of Nick’s hair around his fingertips, eyes glancing from Nick’s lips to his eyes. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

“We’ll do it tomorrow,” Nick says, trailing his finger up and down Lucha’s chest. Lucha rolls to the side. “First thing. But, tonight, let’s just rest.”

“Of course.” Luchasaurus kisses the top of his forehead.

Nick’s cozy and comfortable. He’s trying to convince himself to go clean up in the bathroom when there’s a banging on the wall.

“Are you guys done?!” Adam shouts through the wall. Lucha’s eyes go wide as he meets Nick’s. “Because I’d really like to sleep.”

“We’re good,” Nick yells back.

“Congratulations, by the way,” Adam yells back. “Hi, Luchasaurus.”

“Hi, Hangman.”

Nick dissolves into giggles. “Oops.”

“You sing a little too loudly, little bird,” Lucha chuckles, and they laugh into each other’s skin.

Mini Playlist: Claws - Kim Petras Lock Me Up - The Cab I Could Get Used to This - The Veronicas Flesh - Simon Curtis

#LuchasaurNick #WELP #Two for two of fics to finish this weekend #Here we goooooo!#in which sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#Nicrowlas #This one is #It went a Direction #That I did not expect

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jhalya · 1 year

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little things to keep the darkness at bay - read on AO3

Gift for @coraleethroughthelookingglass, whose prompt inspired this :)

#haladrielweek #day 1 #first times #haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #lemon and lime #here we goooooo!

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seblaineworld · 2 years

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Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

It's almost here! Please join us to celebrate our first event - Seblainiversary 2022, from Friday November 4th until Sunday November 6th.

It will be 11 years on November 8th 2022 since our beautiful boys met for the very first time (who can ever forget the moment their eyes meet across the crowded room, and their instant attraction?), so to this end, we have two themes for you all to write/create around.

Eleven

Do whatever you like with this, just as long as 11 is clearly incorporated in some way. Maybe they met at 11 years old in an AU setting, perhaps they are reunited after 11 years of no contact, or could it be their 11th Wedding Anniversary? It's up to you, and we can't wait to see what you all come up with.

Steel

Steel is the traditional gift given for an 11th Anniversary, and when you reflect on some of the characteristics of steel, you'll realise what a perfect theme it is for Seblaine! Steel, is known for its durability, strength and how it is almost virtually resistant to damage, no matter what it goes through!

So we want your creations to clearly show steel as an important factor - could it refer to a plane? Something one has given to the other at some point during their friendship/relationship? Maybe it's referring to the colour, or the metal itself? It's entirely up to you! Get creative, and let your imaginations run wild!

The Rules

When?

The event runs from midnight (your own timezone) on Friday November 4th until 23:59 (of your own timezone) on Sunday November 6th 2022.

Who can take part?

Anyone and everyone who shares our love of Seblaine!

What can we submit?

Anything, as long as it is Seblaine-related! Fics, Graphics, Gifs, Gifsets, Videos, Manips, Playlists, Lyrics - anything you like as long as it fits the themes! We're looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with.

Please remember to use #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 within the first five tags, and also put @seblaineworld in your posts, since we all know just how flaky Tumblr can be about tags!

Be sensible and considerate. We all know that not everyone shares our love of Seblaine, and even within our own tiny (but always fierce!) Seblainer Fandom, there are those who don't enjoy mature content, so please ensure you tag everything you submit, appropriately.

Can I post on any day during the event?

Yes! You can post on any day as the two themes run concurrently. If you want to combine both themes into one piece of work, that's fine too!

Do I need to submit something for each day?

Absolutely not. If you want to contribute something for every day, then of course you can, but it's not a requirement at all. We know everyone has busy lives, so just do what you can, when you can.

Can I post a WIP or work that fits the themes even if I started it before the Seblainiversary 2022 announcement?

Absolutely! Both of us have done this before and feel it's a great way to refresh creativity, so feel free to post anything you've already started, providing it fits one or both themes!

When do we start posting?

As soon as it becomes Friday 4th November in your own timezone, post your work to your Tumblr blog, and as mentioned above, please tag it #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 and make sure those two are in your first five tags. Please also put @seblaineworld somewhere in your post.

If you're going to be posting your work to another site like AO3 or ff.net, post a properly tagged link on your Tumblr.

A Seblainiversary 2022 collection will be added to AO3. More details nearer the time.

Can I post late?

Yes! We know how time can occasionally run away from us all, so everything posted will be reblogged until Friday November 11th.

You haven't reblogged my work yet!

No problem! Again, because Tumblr can be (very!) erratic, just send us an Ask or message if we haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours of you posting it, and one of us will get onto it right away.

So, that's it! We're excited to see all your work, and hope you'll join us for our first event as the new home of Seblaine events. Just drop us an Ask or message if you have a question that's not been covered here, and we'll see you all on November 4th!

Ail & Lisa

#seblainiversary 2022 #seblaineworld #seblaine #sebastian x blaine #we're so excited!#please share and reblog!#here we goooooo!#seblainer events #signal boost

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sincenewyorks · 9 months

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i’m randomly awake so im gonna start heartstopper now

#🥳#here we goooooo!#heartstopper

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rosarrie · 4 months

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#myart #me #self portrait #self #lol #i am NOT anywhere NEAR emotionally #mentailly #physicallly #prepared for another freaking year #im getting dragged into this year by my ankles #im barely over 2023 #BUT HERE WE ARE LETS GOOOO #LETS FUCKING GOOO LETS GOOOOOO

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deancaskiss · 11 months

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cas going for years not understanding what the deep-pit of agony and yearning means whenever he looks at dean, and it isn’t until years later, when they’re watching a movie together and it’s late at night and dean’s had a couple beers and their legs are pressed together and dean has one arm slung across the back of the chair with his fingers grazing across the back of cas’ neck and dean drops his other hand onto cas’ thigh and he explains what love feels like that cas finally gets it. suddenly the pieces fall into place and cas has that shaking gasping oh moment; he’s helplessly, hopelessly, achingly, desperately in love with dean

#another headcanon hehe here we goooooo #dcsnapshots #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #supernatural #deancas

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rhapsoddity · 29 days

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Apollo please don't taunt the villain as you're running away-

(Part 4 / 6)

#vigilante sheriff au #hermitblr #empiresblr #rhaps art #traffic shipping #ranchers #theyre gay ur honour/lh #the discord ppl voted for me to return to full colour comics so they back babeyyyy!#im not rlly that confident w my sue of colour but here we goooooo

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sinnabee · 2 years

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hey hey yall! i was originally planning to clean up the ref for all three a bit more first, but we got a little carried away on stream and INSTEAD i drew yet another eclipse;;; this is the magician au! i'll make another post explaining some things in depth later (low spoons rn lol) but yoooooo here they are!!!

thanks to everybody who hopped into stream last night, even if OBS hatecrimed us like 20 times! ascjnsdkldk i hope y'all like these lads!

#fnaf: security breach #fnaf au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #magician!au #magician!eclipse #magician!sun #magician!moon #moon x y/n #sun x y/n #eclipse x y/n #sinna's designs #funky little jester boys #my art #fnaf fanart #i am SO PUUUUMPED TO FINALLY SHARE THESE HERE WE GOOOOOO

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hoosbandewan · 4 months

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🎄 12 DAYS OF TOM BENNETT-MAS — DAY ONE 🎄

Favorite moment: Tom in the woods in Spain

#HERE WE GOOOOOO #ewan mitchell #tom bennett #world on fire #hoosbandewangifs #ewan mitchell edit #ewan nation #12daysoftombennett #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 11 months

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So there's a 60s song. One of my favorites. I have several, but let's not focus on that. Its called Give Him A Great Big Kiss by The Shangri-Las, and everytime i hear it, it makes me think of steddie.

More so of Steve finding the song, probably in his mom's old record case. And he's always loved the song. But then he met Eddie. And it's meaning changed. His thoughts constantly drifting to Eddie when he hears it. And he starts singing it all goofy and love sick when he hears it now.

He and Robin work at a bar downtown, Eddie works at the mechanic shop around the corner. He comes in for early lunch a lot, and that's how they meet. They get along great. All of them do. Robin loves him to death. As far as she's concerned she gained another soulmate along side Steve. One who blabbers like her and they rant at each other constantly, Steve watching them fondly.

But he's also got it bad for Eddie. Obviously. And Robin knows this. Knows about the song. And the way Steve sings it all gooey and adoring and lost in thought.

After a few plays of the song she sings along with him, they duet they're hearts out when it comes on and the bar is empty. Usually right before they open. Both of them using mops, or bottles, or dishrags as microphones as they sing.

Eddie is pining too. He's got it so bad for Steve that he finds it hard to look at him sometimes. And Robin, drukenly one night, after Steve had fallen alseep in his chair beside the pool, had told Eddie to shoot his shot. That he'd sink it, or get a home run, or a touchdown, or some other sports term that neither of them really understood.

But everytime Eddie has tried to make a move, something comes up. They get interrupted. Every. Single. Time. Eddie had decided fate was against them and almost given up hope.

He'd had a plan today. Come to the bar for lunch before they opened, ask him, whether Robin was there or not. She'd been making it a point to not speak to them if it looked like they were talking about something important. Eddie knew it was pity for him. Was endlessly greatful.

But that was how he ended up at the bar. Ducking in the side entrance they left open for him. And he's about to burst in like normal, all loud enthusiasm to see his friends, but he hears Steve groaning about something, hears Robin laughing, hears his name, and it stops him, his hand pressed gently to the door.

"Uuugghhh my god. I'm useless. I was so good at this in school. I could ask anyone out. Like it was nothing." Steve grumbles, Eddie's stomach flutters, he pushed the door open, just a crack, can only see Robin where she's perched on the bar top, legs crossed.

"Maybe that's the problem." She shrugs, Eddie sees her drop her hand to the left, he bites his lip and carefully pushes the door a bit further. He has to stifle a laugh when he sees Steve, looking forlorn, head dropped onto the bar, Robin's hand petting at his hair absent-mindedly. He turns his head to look up at her and Eddie moves to the side a bit, hoping Steve doesn't notice him.

"Huh?" He huffs, glares up at her. She pats the side of his face a couple times and takes her hand back.

"You said you did it like it was nothing. Maybe this isn't nothing? With Eddie, I mean. Maybe it's... bigger. Better!" Her hands move in a flurry in front of her as she talks, Steve ducks away from them as he sits up on the stool properly.

"Better. ...elaborate?" He says slowly, his eyes on the ceiling, his face all screwed up the way Eddie loves, his concentration face, it would be Eddie's downfall one day.

Robin nods enthusiastically, plops her feet down onto the stool next to Steve.

"Well does it feel different? With Eddie? Than it did with all those other people?" She asks, looking down at him with an impossibly fond look.

Eddie watches Steve bite his lip, think for a long moment, his hand moves absent-mindedly to his stomach. Eddie mirrors him, his stomach fluttering as he watches. Feeling a bit guilty, but he can't look away. He can't move. He has to keep listening. Needs the courage, he tells himself. Steve nods.

"Yeah it does. It's different. He's different." Steve says, and he's got this dopey look on his face that Eddie's never seen. Robin nods, slides down off the bar, her butt replacing her feet as she holds Steve's knees tightly.

"Different then what? Then who?" Robin promtps, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Different then everyone." Steve breathes it like a prayer and then immediately shoves his face into his hands with a groan as Robin makes a high pitched noise in her throat.

"You know what this needs don't you?" She asks, excitement coursing through her now. She's on her feet before Steve answers, bouncing out of veiw, toward the jukebox in the corner. Steve groans again and turns to follower her.

"Alcohol?" He asks, voice dry. Eddie hears Robin snort.

"Maybe after work. But right now what we need, is.... drum roll please." She draws out the please. Eddie watches Steve sit on the stool, watching her. He gives her nothing.

"I said drum roll!!" She shouts, and Steve grins, tapping his hands on the stool between his legs.

"Theeeeeee Eddie song!" She sings, and Eddie faintly hears the click of the Jukebox before a womans voice fills the air. Music kicking in after the first few words, Steve already bobbing along. Eddie's heart stutters in his chest. He knows this song. Has heard Steve humming it a few times. It's not a bad song. Eddie's open to things.

He watches Robin dance back into view as Steve starts mouthing the words, pretending to fight against it. But all Eddie can hear are the lyrics, as Steve really starts to get into it, taking Robin's hand and letting her pull him off his seat.

"Thick wavy hair. A little too long. All day loooong, he's singin his song." Steve starts to sway, and Eddie can't do it, they're moving out of view and he needs to see this. He ducks through the door quietly and sinks back to the back corner silently, both of them lost in the song as they dance. Robin chiming in now.

"Well, what color are his eyes?" She asks Steve, perfectly in sync with the song, they've clearly done this... a lot. Steve shrugs and counters,

"I don't know. He's always wearing shades." He sighs wistfully.

"Is he tall?" Robin asks, climbing back onto the bar, laying on her stomach, feet kicked up in the air.

"Well, I've got to look up." Steve stays out on the dining floor, dancing between the tables, swaying his hips.

"Yeah? Well I hear he's bad." Robin scrunches her face as she sings.

"Hmm. He's good bad. But he's not evil." Steve furrow his brow, 'thinking'.

"Tell me more. Tell me more." Robin sings, kicking her feet to the beat, chin in her hands as she grins at Steve. He does a fancy twirl and falls into a chair, dreamy look on his face as he continues.

"Big bulky sweaters, to match his eyes. Dirty fingernails, oh boy what a prize." He swoons a little, his head resting on his chin for a moment before he spins up out of the chair again, dancing towards Robin as he sings through the chorus again.

Eddie's breathing is fast now, his palms sweating as he watches and listenes to Steve sing about kissing him in the street, and loving and caring for him. Wanting to always be there for him. Eddie doesn't miss how fond he looks.

He's looked fond this entire time. Fond and... something else. Eddie's not sure there's a word for it. But he thinks 'longing' might be close. He wipes his palms on his grease stained jeans and moves foward, slowly, not wanting to draw attention, but he can't stay put any longer. Robin chimes in again, rolling onto her back dramatically, arms crossed over her chest.

"Is he a good dancer?"

"What do you mean is a good dancer?" Steve laughs into the line and Eddie's stomach flutters, he could watch Steve like this forever.

"Well how does he dance?" Robin sings, sitting up and facing Steve as he closes in on the stool in front of her, places his hands on it and practically sighs the last line.

"Close. Very, very, close."

The music fades. Robin singing the last of the 'oohs' gently as it does, both her and Steve smiling at each other. Eddie takes this moment to bump into a chair, sending it screeching a few inches across the floor, both of them flailing as they turn to look at him.

"Oh my god!" Robin yells, her hands clamping over her mouth. Steve is frozen as she looks between him and Eddie. Eddie raises one hand from his thigh, wobbles his hand in an awkward wave.

"Uhh... hey." He says, brilliantly. Steve's face is getting redder and redder as he stands there, and Eddie can see him tensing. About to bolt.

So he does something he's never been very good at. For Steve. He finds his bravery and walks right up to Steve, plants himself in front of him, hands landing on his shoulders harder than he meant too, but Steve doesn't flinch.

"Hey." Eddie breathes, his thumbs soothing over Steve's collarbones.

"You already said that." Steve says flatly, he's still staring at Eddie. Eddie's pretty sure he hasn't blinked since he hit the chair.

"Right. Yeah. Lemme try somethin else then." Eddie breathes, ducks forward, presses his lips gently to Steve's, feels Steve gasp against his lips and then feels his hands clamp down on his hips, hard.

It's a small kiss. Just a press of lips really, warm, and sweet, and gentle. But when Eddie pulls back, they're both breathless. Eddie vaguely hears Robin make that happy high pitched noise again, and clapping. And then any sounds from her are drowned out by the next song that clicks on, You Send Me by Sam Cooke. Eddie loves this song.

"You wanna dance?" He asks, brushes his nose against Steve's cheek, laughs when Steve follows him, trying to catch his lips again.

"I dunno. Are you a good dancer?" Steve asks, smirking at Eddie, though his eyes are shining and soft.

"What do you mean am I good dancer?" Eddie asks, feigning offense.

"Well... how do you dance?" Steve recites, sounding almost shy.

Eddie bites his lip, wraps his arm around Steve's waist, and pulls him tightly to his chest as he turns him further onto the dance floor, guiding them between tables with an out of character grace.

"Close. Very, very, close." Eddie breathes, his heart fluttering as Steve throws his head back and laughs, his arms circling Eddie's neck as they sway together, holding each other close as the music plays on.

#OKAY Y'ALL I AM SO STOKED ABOUT THIS FIC I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #I. GONNA POST IT AND THEN RUN AWAY AND MAYBE REPAINT MY NAILS AGAIN CUZ IM NERVOUS BUT EXCITED OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOO #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #my writing #mine #my fic

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samthefrank · 2 years

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Happy Friday, y’all!! Who’s ready for a weekend trip to Hawkins premiere music store?? *raises hand*

@humanityinahandbag and I are thrilled to bring you the next chapter! In this one, Steve brings some old friends to the music store, some good, some less-so. The good ones stick around. ^_^

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #here we goooooo!

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kithtaehyung · 4 months

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[ 3tan12 ] visuals + teaser… surprise🥴

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a/n: Y’ALL IM SHAKING AT THE KNEES🗯️🗯️🗯️ WHAT DO WE FEEL ARE WE RLY READY OR..

#HERE WE GO‼️#*ryenfictalk #3tan12 #3tan spoilers #so early in the day ryen?#yes i have a crap ton of stuff to do🤣#here we goooooo #3tanotes

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theresonly1u · 22 days

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There's Only One You 2024: a sports rpf short fanworks prompt meme is live!

262 fanworks in 12 different sports rpf fandoms. Check out the works and the fandoms and grab a cup of coffee 'cause it's just banger after banger across fandoms!

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thebramblewood · 4 months

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Never fear! If anyone can knock some sense into our boy, it's Professor Grace Anansi.

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Caleb: [reading] In remembrance of the Great Breach and our fallen Sages, L. Faba, Simeon Silversweater, and Morgyn Ember. May our tireless pursuit of higher magical learning honor their unfathomable sacrifice.

Are office hours over, Professor Anansi?

Grace: [eyes light up in surprise] For you, they’re always open. Oh, Caleb! I’ve missed you!

Caleb: I’ve missed you too, Grace.

Grace: It’s been so long I was beginning to think you’d finally forgotten me.

Caleb: I could never.

Grace: [blinking back happy tears] Well, I was just about to pack it in for the night. Will you walk me home?

Caleb: It’d be my pleasure.

Caleb: You wouldn't rather fly?

Grace: No. Like you, I prefer to keep in touch with my human side.

Grace: Can you stay awhile? I’d love to cook for you.

Caleb: I was hoping you might say that.

Grace: Ah. You came prepared then?

Caleb: Indeed I did.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 story #simblr #story: hzid #grace anansi #caleb vatore #here we goooooo #caleb's satchel is like one of those bottomless magician's bags but it's just full of loose plasma fruit

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rustingcat · 7 months

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Chapter 1 Wild

"It's here!"

Lena was not prepared for the sudden gust of wind that blew through her window. While Kara did drop to greet her through the big balcony on her foundation's office every once in a while, she would usually get a heads up and a quick knock on the glass before entering her space. That was not the case today. Kara simply burst in like a wild blur, as she continued to zip around the office with uncontrollable excitement.

"Kara! Kara please," she begged her friend to calm down. "What is here?"

"This!" Kara dropped a small piece of paper on her desk and stepped back. Her smile was too big to be contained, her body practically vibrating from excitement.

Lena picked up the paper to study it. She could see why Kara got so excited, her own wide smile spread across her face as she read the very formal invitation for the wedding of Nia Nal and Querl Dox.

Kara raised her hands in celebration while making an unintelligible happy sound, somehow biting both lips as she looked like a kid that just found a secret door to a land made of candy.

Lena found herself easily laughing from both the display and the excitement. She was truly happy for their friends, but there was also something just so contagious in Kara’s pure happiness.

"Kara, it's still a few months away," Lena chuckled, putting the invitation back on the table.

"Yeah but the gift is important. What did you bring to Kelly and Alex?"

"Money. They did not complain." Lena smiled back at her.

"That’s boring. With everything that they went through they deserve all the happiness. We need to figure out the best gift!" Kara announced as she dramatically fell onto Lena's office couch.

"We?" Lena asked with a raised brow.

"I mean, we can brainstorm together, and have the best gift out of everyone."

"It's not a competition, Kara." Lena chuckled. She rose up from her chair to join Kara on the couch.

"I know, but still." Kara's smile did that thing that Lena adored, where it squinted around the mouth as if she was trying and failing to contain it.

"You have something in mind, don't you?" Lena guessed.

"Sort of? Brainy chose to be with Nia. He made that choice, but he still worries about the future and the big brain." Kara started explaining.

"Do you have a solution for that?" Not that she had any doubts about her friend's intelligence, yet she couldn't really keep the astonishment out of her voice.

"Maybe? I thought about what we know of the big brain and the future and it reminded me of Nia's descendent. Suddenly, it was so obvious!"

"What did you figure out? And what does Nia's descendent have to do with it?"

"Have I ever told you about the Birthing Matrix?" Kara's face turned more focused, like the playfulness from before disappeared in an instant.

"No?" Lena couldn't say she heard the phrase before.

"It's the method Kryptonians used to procreate. All you need is a DNA sample for the machine and any couple can create an offspring. You could even tamper with the generic code to affect their appearance, natural affinities and so on."

"Sounds revolutionary. A machine like that could change everything. Every woman who's afraid or incapable of child birth, same sex couples who want a child of their own, and infertility problems or problematic genetic mutations. Kara, this could be huge!"

"I know. But it could also be dangerous if it’s not properly controlled." Kara said more seriously than before.

Lena nodded in understanding. Giving parents a potential way to control their child's life even before they are born in such a way could lead to terrible things, not to mention the potentially dangerous plans the military could have for such program. "You said tamper with the genetic code, do you want to use it on some of Brainy's DNA?"

"Essentially yes. To try to create something organic that is not really a person so it could be sent to be fused with the big brain. And also for both of them. I know they want children, they said it before, and with this machine we can create a biological child for them! So Nia could have someone to pass on her dreamer abilities to."

"That's amazing and incredibly thoughtful." Lena smiled proudly. "We can certainly try to solve Brainy's genetic code, but do you have access to the machine? Is it still operational?"

"I'm afraid not, we might have to build one." Kara bit her lips, phrasing her sentence almost like a question.

"It could be quite a challenge, do you have the plans?" Lena felt the scientist in her getting wild with anticipation, she understood Kara's excitement from the prospect. Or at least thought she might.

"No. But I know where to get them." Kara smiled.

"Oh?" Lena raised a playful eyebrow.

"Fancy a trip to space?"

Read it on ao3:)

#here we goooooo #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #art #my art #my fic

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