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i-am-still-bb · 2 years
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Treasure Planet AU - DarkHawk
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batman-daily · 1 year
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thisapplepielife · 2 months
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All Across the Universe, a new time-travel fic by @thisapplepielife.
Coming soon.
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word-wytch · 5 months
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To celebrate the one year anniversary of Don't Stand So Close To Me, here is a generous slice of Chapter 16 🍰
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wikiangela · 2 months
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tease tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday
tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖
and tagged for tease tidbit tuesday by @nmcggg @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess - tagging y'all back for wip wednesday 💖💖
it's barely 1am so let's count this still as tuesday as well lol haven't written much lately (or at all tbh) but here's a tiny bit of the coffee shop au I managed to finally make some progress a few days ago after months of not touching it lol
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Huh. An order for two people. So maybe he has someone. It’s an early morning on a Saturday, he’s probably going home to his person, and here Buck is with a crush on a man already in a relationship. He tries not to feel too disappointed, after all, they only talked a handful of times, it’s not like he’s that delusional, he knew it wouldn’t ever lead anywhere – he’s too chicken to make a move, anyway, which is unusual for him. There’s just something about Eddie. Clearly he’s not available, though.
“Alright, coming right up.” he smiles, it feels a little tight. Eddie frowns a little, but then Buck turns around and gets started. 
“So, your sister is pretty cool.” Eddie remarks, breaking the silence between them. Buck instantly smiles, and turns his head towards Eddie.
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madin-writes · 4 months
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Sanji is wearing his usual pink apron that, quite frankly, makes him look kind of ridiculous. Zoro has teased him countless times about it.
And that’s just what they do: they argue. They bicker. They push buttons and get under each other’s skin and shove shoulders whenever they cross paths in a way that only people who know each other as well as they know themselves can, because all of that is easier than admitting there might be something else between them. It’s what they’ve always done, what they’ve grown comfortable doing.
There’s a sort of homeostasis to the way they interact, a balancing act—equal parts fighting, equal parts flirting. Teetering on a delicate line, always careful not to cross over. But this time, it’s different.
Zoro can feel the weight of their most recent argument still looming over them from yesterday. With some space, self-reflection, and a chastising lecture from Nami that threatened of indoor thunderstorms if he didn’t set things straight, Zoro can begrudgingly admit that he had gotten too personal. Aimed a little too close to home.
Because Sanji always yells back, always matches his energy with equal vigor of his own. It’s what they do; it’s their thing. He’s never gone quiet or shut down in the face of Zoro’s provocations before—not until now.
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glittercake · 4 months
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A little snippy snip of that one night stand to haters to lovers I've been writing
Bucky hasn't even seen Sam. Doesn’t know if it’s divine intervention or if Sam deliberately leaves him off missions, but it’s all the same mercy to him. Who the fuck gets rejected by Captain America and sticks around for the aftermath? Jesus, how embarrassing. Incidentally, or maybe that’s also completely deliberate, there have been no messages from Sam either. Their usual bantery chat has been silent for months. Nothing from Sam. Nothing from Bucky.
So maybe it’s true what they say: time heals all wounds. Easy enough to pretend nothing ever happened with how much time has passed. He barely even thinks about that night—Sam’s hands all over him, his mouth doing the things it did to Bucky's body, the way he looks when he comes. Hardly ever does he think about it. He’s fine. He's been fine.
He convinces himself very thoroughly of this for a very long time until his work tablet rings one afternoon in the middle of him watching Days of Our Lives, season 99, episode 5901, in yesterday’s pajamas, halfway to the bottom of a Cheetos bag.
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persephoneflouwers · 1 year
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Harry sits messily on the floor like a delicate flower lay crushed and scattered on the ground, trampled by careless feet. Yet even in his brokenness, there is beauty to be found. Like petals, Harry’s lips and pale skin blend together in a mosaic of soft pinks and red, his glassy eyes blinking slowly as he starts to realize just now Louis is standing in front of him.
DE AMORE EX TEMPORE - part ❤️/🎨
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I was supposed to drop this fic today. But delays happen. However here is a snippet. Please consider this a snack.
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jinxybri · 12 days
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guess what im doing :]
im writing again!!!! taking a small break to grab some pain killers for my stomach ache but!!!!
im!!! writing!!! again!!!
and I gotta say the ambience videos Connor made for Fable things are helping me stay focused too ^^ genuinely so nice
i genuinely feel so happy rn even though im writing such heavy angst rn
y'all don't even know what's coming :]
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freddie-77-ao3 · 1 month
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Someday (Maybe This Won't Hurt So Much)
“Why does it hurt?” Malcolm asks. At Connor’s curious glance, he adds, “living. It just hurts. Why do we keep–”
He chokes.
Connor opens their mouth, but shuts it again. They pause. 
“I don’t think it’s meant to hurt all the time,” they say finally. “I think someday, we’re going to wake up, and everything is going to be fine.”
Malcolm is silent. He presses his head closer onto Connor’s shoulder, facing away from the light. 
“Maybe,” he murmurs eventually. Connor hums, as they watch the sun rise and a new day begin. 
Someday was coming for them. 
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And then, it never came.
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loverscrossmp3 · 8 months
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LIKE A RABID DOG. coming soon to an ao3 near you.
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misspaddockverse · 1 month
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Last Line Game
rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)
“I have always been a big fan of yours, you know?” Oscar muttered, almost too low for him to hear.
“What? You?! No way!” Daniel theatrically dramatized it, making Oscar shoot him an embarrassed glance that amused him deeply. But he just shrugged it off. “Oh, I know, mate. I remember back in Renault when the media guys didn’t even have to ask you anything, you just volunteered yourself to do anything with me”
His face turned red and his eyes widened.
“It wasn’t like that!”
“It was one hundred percent like that”, Daniel scrunched his nose, lips curving up.
“No it- fine…” he mumbled, like a shy teenager, “It was a bit like that.”
Daniel giggled, but It was obvious how embarrassed Oscar got. It reminded him of the old times when he was lost and not quite sure of his next steps — like the previous day. So Daniel picked up the inspiration from his good and now-retired friend and tried to ease the mood by sharing something equally embarrassing about him.
“You know, I got it. Between you and me?” He scooted a bit closer and lowered his tone to confide, “I did the same with Mark”.
Oscar actually choked on his drink, eyebrows jumping up as he laughed.
“No…”
“Yes”, Daniel blinked, trying to erase the memory as the younger Aussie laughed.
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wikiangela · 3 months
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fuck it friday
tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie 💖
a little more from alive shannon! I think I finished chapter 3 and I hate most of the last 500 words but that's for future/editing me to fix, so good luck to her, I'm moving on 🤣
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He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he hears his phone ring. It sounds too loud in the quiet of the waiting room, everyone’s eyes turn to him. He quickly fishes his phone out of his pocket and sees Shannon’s name on the screen. He picks up, gets up and goes a little further away for some semblance of privacy.
“Hi, listen, now’s not really-” he starts, whispering, but is interrupted.
“Eddie, oh my god, are you okay?”
“I-” he sighs, leaning against the wall. He’s not. He won’t be until he gets his best friend back. That’s not what she’s asking, though. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“How’s Buck? Is he gonna be- I’m so sorry.” she says, pity in her voice. “I just saw the news, god, that was…” she trails off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. Yeah, Eddie gets that. He doesn’t know what that was, either.
“He’s in surgery now.” Eddie says, throat tight. “He should be okay. Though I don’t know about his leg.” 
“If you need anything-” she starts, and he thinks about Chris, currently staying with Carla – Eddie’s supposed to be home already. “You know I’m here.”
“I know. Uh, actually, Shan, could you maybe- could you stay with Chris tonight? I don’t want to have to ask Carla to stay too long, and I wanna stick around here. Wait for news.” he says tiredly. He knows there’s no point in being here. Buck’s in surgery, and after they’ll probably won’t be able to see him anyway, he’ll still be under anesthesia, and maybe they’ll let Maddie in. He could ask her to call him with news. Still, he wants to be here. He can’t leave, he just- he can’t. He knows everyone will leave soon, they’re all tired after the day they’ve had, and there’s no use to sit around at the hospital and wait. But he can’t leave.
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womaninwinter · 5 months
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I was tagged by @itripandfallalot for a heads up seven up challenge, to post the last seven lines you wrote and then tag others!!
Have some sad Black Winter Lockwood:
“And it’s my fault, and I miss her, and I can’t stop thinking that she’s going to get killed freelancing by herself, and I can’t face visiting another grave —” The breath caught in his throat and he tipped his head back to look up at the washed-out sky, pressing his lips together. There was no sound of cars on the road, no children playing outside at this time of year. He could have been the last living person in the world. “I’m so tired of being left behind,” he told the empty graveyard and the magpie in the yew cackled again. Lockwood let his forehead drop back to his knees. “I’m just so tired.”
I'm excited to share this one :D and uhhh can't think of anyone who hasn't already been tagged, so just gonna say that if you see this, consider yourself tagged.
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agentark · 11 months
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CHILL?
MC lobbed a dodgeball and then Ms. V launched a nuke back
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