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i can't write a song for you; i'm out of melodies by buffays
Fandoms: Neon Jungle (Band)
02 Nov 2014
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"i am not wearing that."
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Fluffy, Warm, Chocolate Covered Heartbeats by fanficdumpsterdiving
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
24 Oct 2016
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For as long as he could remember, he had always wished for the same thing every year for his birthday.
Most kids asked their parents for a shiny brand-new bike. Or perhaps the most popular game or toy at the time. Other young skaters like him probably pleaded for the newest pair of skates. But he was different from most kids—in more ways than one. And despite the fact that his pleas over the years were so numerous that they could fill an entire skating rink, his request—the same one that he'd had from the time he’d became old enough to form words—was one his parents were unable to offer him.
Nevertheless, he settled for Moka.
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"Drowning would be pleasant, compared to being in love with you."
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Only faster now by cyclogenesis (addictedkitten) for loafers
Fandoms: 5 Seconds of Summer (Band), All Time Low
02 Sep 2014
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Luke picks up the phone and Michael says, “Remember how you were drunk that one time and you said that thing about how you really couldn’t blame me for having a crush on Jack and you’d totally suck Jack’s dick too if he asked?”
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“All life across the cosmos feel emotion. It’s expressed in different ways, sure. Some emotions are felt more than others, yes.” Koushi carefully places Mars back into orbit above his head. “You’re not used to feeling this way because you never have.”
“Stop,” Oikawa whispers, “are you actually implying… that I care about him?”
“I’m not implying anything,” Koushi shrugs. “And you would do well to listen to our warnings when we tell you that you really need to pull back. I’m no longer saying this for that human’s sake, but for your own, Tooru.”
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When his friends dragged him to some secluded, intimate beach resort for their summer break, all that Yoongi expected to get were cheap souvenirs, sand between his toes, and a lot of sunburns.
He didn’t expect that a beautiful boy with honey skin, soft copper hair, and a smile so bright and happy would steal his heart instead.
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Lightbulb by smol_bird
Fandom: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
06 Aug 2018
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lay your weary head to rest by hopeless_hope
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
30 May 2019
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“Please.” He means to say it loudly, with confidence, but it comes out as nothing more than a raspy whisper. His ears are ringing painfully, and his head feels like it’s going to explode. It hurts and hurts and hurts.
“M-May,” Peter cries out to no one, feeling like a child. “Tony. Please, ‘m so tired.”
He inhales and chokes on his tears.
He can’t tell if it’s his imagination or not, but he’s pretty sure he hears a laugh.
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In which Peter gets kidnapped, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is he's not allowed to sleep.
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5 Times A Spider-Baby Got Dad Smooched by Buckets_Of_Stars for wordscorrupt
Fandoms: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
15 May 2019
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And The One Time Tony Got Son Smooched.
(Or: I watched the video RDJ posted on his Instagram like 50 million times and wanted to write something about that freaking Dad cheek kiss because it is so adorable.)
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Arthur takes a job he shouldn't have. Eames is worried, and that's why he claims to be Arthur's boyfriend.
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Arthur is a librarian, Eames is the patron with the highest fines in the library's history.
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be the dream in my mind by mosaicofhearts
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
10 May 2020
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Richie pointedly does not look out of the window. He’s hoping (and almost certain) that running guy is entirely out of view by now, but then he hears Stan make an interested sound.
“Richie,” he looks at him. “Were you just watching that man run past your house?”
“No. I was admiring the birds, actually.” Richie replies loftily, because he knows that nothing gets Stan going like talk of birds.
But there’s none around. Not one single, measly bird. Interesting, considering how many seem to be around and tweeting when he’s trying to sleep. The world is against him.
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Parent-Teacher Conference by trickdaggers
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
08 Sep 2020
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Eddie loves his job, he really does. Even with all the shit a group of twenty-six ten year-olds can throw at him, he still loves what he does. Really, the parents are far worse than the kids, too many of them fitting the stereotypical mold of what an obnoxious LA parent is. He rarely interacts with them face-to-face, most discussion passing through the middlemen of their nannies and drivers, or via incessant emails about their uniquely-named child’s dietary restrictions. His actual students aren’t even the cause for at least half of the issues that plague him as a teacher at a private Los Angeles elementary school. Most of them are well-mannered, capable, socially aware kids, if not a little spoiled thanks to their environment.
But then there’s Little Miss Peggy Tozier.
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bury me in this cold light by kaspbrak_kid for zach_stone
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
20 Nov 2020
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Things have been...rough, since Derry, and the fucking clown. The aftermath was a fucking mess, dealing with the hospitals, the recovery. Fending off well-meaning but nosy friends. Trying to convince everyone to let him go home. All while feeling like absolute shit, with his insides constantly trying to be on his outsides. And then going home was also a mess, leaving was so fucking hard, especially when Richie...when Richie asked him to stay.
But Eddie couldn’t stay. He had to go home. Fight with management, fight with Myra, remind himself over and over that he didn’t need her, didn’t need anyone. That she lied to him, like his mom lied to him, lied that he needed them. And then moving out was shit, and living alone was shit, and everything was shit, but. God, full moons are always the shittiest. And then the day after full moons are even worse than that. And he’s so fucking tired, and he needs to sleep, but everything hurts. God, he hurts so fucking bad.
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24 Jun 2021
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Richie touches him, the way any friend who doesn’t know what you are might, and Eddie realizes something new to hate himself for. Eddie already hates himself so much, every fucking day, for a hundred different things—for how weak he is, how small and powerless and sick, how monstrous and terrible—but now he discovers something new. A new, terrible monster inside him, one that wants to reach out when Richie is close to him, wants to touch him. Eddie swallows it down and treats it like every other demon he harbours. He hides it away, and learns to live with the fact that anyone who knew would hate him as much as he hates himself.
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That fucking mutant dog under Neibolt. Richie and Eddie’s fear are the same, now. Richie’s is still werewolves. Eddie’s is himself.
Richie tries to protect Eddie from it. The irony disgusts him.//
He thinks, for a while, that this might really be it. That he might really be done for. And he thinks, good. He thinks, two monsters will die here today. He thinks, at least I died saving him.
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God, this is probably a bad fucking idea. But Eddie is lonely. And greedy. And. Wolves are pack animals.
And Eddie’s missed him so goddamn much.//
He breathes in deep. “I miss you,” he says again.
Eddie’s brow pinches. “I’m right here.”
“I know,” Richie says, and manages a smile. His fingers curl around Eddie’s ankle. “I miss knowing you.”
Eddie watches him for a moment, quiet. His hands clench in the front of his sweater. He says, more honest than Richie thinks he’s ever been, “You’ve never known me.”
It feels a little like a kick to the stomach. Richie’s throat goes thick.//
Eddie scoffs, already distracted again by Richie’s hands turning off the stove, moving to rummage around in the drawer next to the oven for a pot holder, pulling it out like he’s lived here for years instead of a couple days. Like he belongs here.
Imagine this: you are forty-one years old and fresh off a divorce and a life-threatening injury and you’re a werewolf and you discover that home is a person, and he always has been.//
“You don’t fucking get it, Richie, please leave, please just. I can’t handle this, I can’t, I. I don’t want you to be scared of me.” His eyes meet Richie’s again, and there’s something wild there, something terrible. “Richie if you were scared of me I would die. I don’t like lying to you and keeping secrets from you but I can’t tell you because if you were scared of me I would die.”
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“Please,” Eddie begs, “please, please, Richie, I don’t want to— I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to go so that I don’t hurt you. If I hurt you I’d never fucking forgive myself.”
Richie is shaking, but he opens his mouth and says, “I’m more scared of you hurting yourself, Eddie.”
Eddie makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and then he shudders and says, “Oh, fuck. No.” And for a second, instead of looking scared, he just looks so fucking sad.
And then something happens.//
The night’s events are fuzzy to him still, filtering up through a consciousness that still feels mixed, but he knows that...Richie knows. He knows Richie saw him, and even worse, he knows that he kept Richie here. That even if Richie had tried to escape, Eddie wouldn’t have let him, not as the wolf. He’d tried so hard to get Richie to leave. He didn’t try hard enough.
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Richie lies down on his bed, heart squeezing. He types out, Thanks for letting me know you. He almost doesn’t send it. He isn’t sure he’s going to until he hits the button and it pops up in their chat log.
Eddie
You’re welcome. It’s terrifying.//
Richie
I’m sorry for making you think I’d be scared of you
I was only ever scared of myself
Eddie
Join the fucking club
Richie types out, I love you, and then erases it. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.//
“Did you know that I love you so much it makes me stupid?”
Eddie laughs, muffled against his shirt. “Why?”
Richie hums, rocks them back and forth. “You make me feel like myself. And like that’s a good person to be.”
Eddie tips his head up, grinning, and says, “It is.” -
forever holding hands by SheWhoWalksUnseen
Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
28 Sep 2020
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Post-canon where Eddie and Richie are still growing with one another, as well as learning their own wants.
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will you take this babe to be your only by LogicalBookThief
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
26 Oct 2019
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"It’s all yours, Eds," he says, batting his eyes at Eddie’s glare. "On one condition."
He drops to his knee, just like they do in the movies. His lips make a wet, smacking sound as he kisses the back of Eddie’s hand, grin unrepentant.
"Make me the happiest man in the seventh grade?"
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*Five times Richie proposed to Eddie as a joke and the one time he was serious.
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What are you doing New Year's Eve? by remusjohn
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
23 Dec 2019
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Warmed by the happy company of friends and not a little bit of wine, Eddie can’t help how his gaze seems to wander ever over to Richie. Bathed as he is in the soft glow of the Christmas tree, the effect is quite handsome even despite the novelty reindeer antlers that Richie has been wearing all evening. The combination of all the wine, Richie’s appealingly broad shoulders, and the looming threat of mistletoe has some distant corner of Eddie’s mind screaming a muted warning, Danger, Will Robinson!
Eddie ignores it and gets another drink.
(1 New Year's Eve, 2 Decembers, and 3 gifts, in 4 parts.)
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searching (for some peace of mind) by ghostnebula (gghostnebula)
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
13 Apr 2020
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"...He’s eighteen years old as of this morning and there’s a soul mark printed on his skin, plain as day. Telling him there is, indeed, a person who carries part of his soul next to their heart. And that person is already in love with someone else."
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"Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s deepest secret is printed on your skin when you turn 18.
Richie and Eddie both have in love with his best friend written on them."Bookmarked by murdocked
02 Aug 2021
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And there’s no remedy like whatever magic all seven of them being together creates. (Selfish.) He wants them right now. Maybe they do hate him, and think he’s a burden, but if they’re willing to help him anyway--
He nods. Richie pops two fingers into his mouth and whistles, and there’s a commotion in the stairwell. “Ah,” he says, “like trained dogs.”
Eddie doesn’t have it in himself to laugh. His limbs tremble. His heart is in a vice. The mom-voice in his head just keeps getting louder and louder and he’s starting to give up drowning it out. He doesn’t look when footsteps thunder into the room but he can feel when five other bodies land in the bed around them. Can feel someone’s hand on his shoulder and Bev’s lips on his cheek, can see Stan settle in right next to Richie, back to the wall, and his hand stretching out towards him. Eddie takes it. Squeezes. Stan squeezes back. He breathes in a little deeper and tries to hold it and count.
Arms wrap around him and he’s being dragged off of Richie, onto Bev, who presses more fluttering kisses to all over his face. “You’re perfect! We love you!” she says brightly, squishing his wet cheeks between her hands. His lip wobbles.
He wants to feel okay.
He wants her to be right.//
Just this morning he woke Eddie up by blowing one of those dumb plastic party favour horns right in his face and hollering, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, laddie!” in an accent that was significantly more Australian than Irish, and like-- who the fuck wants to put up with that for the rest of their life?
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derry has been home to many supernatural creatures in its time, but the latest disturbance is a werewolf who lives in the clearing behind the quarry.
eddie goes to find it.
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It is by complete accident that Din even sees the poster. He's sat outside a restaurant on his bike, hanging low on the handlebars, scrolling through his phone when a piece of slightly-sodden paper adheres itself to his helmet.
'Martial Arts for Toddlers', the page advertises. 'A great way for any child to learn self-defence, meditation, physical and social development, or to let off some energy!'
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27 Apr 2023
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Din continues to look at Luke, and watches as Luke's features warp from delight at meeting a perfectly adorable child to mild consternation at being ignored to a vague dawning of worry at the strange man in a helmet carrying a small child without knowing a simple answer like the child's age.
"He's a foundling," Din says by way of explanation.
"Right," Luke says, taking a half-step back and clearly putting his hackles up.
"So nobody knows how old he is," Din continues.
"But you are his father? his legal guardian?"
"This is the way."
Luke squints at him, looking, hard, as if he might be able to see Din through the tinted glass.
"I don't know what that means, but hey! Who am I to judge?" Luke claps his hands, his big smile returning. "Family issues am I right? Alright, let's get this class started!"
Din looks around, as if he'll find the hall has suddenly filled in the time the conversation has happened. "Where are your other students?"
"What other students?"
Din frowns. "How long have you been running this lesson."
"About ten years?" Luke says, warming up his shoulders.
"Why aren't there other students."
" This is the way ," Luke mimics, and Din hates how smoothly the smug bastard says it.//
"I’m happy on a sofa if you have one, the floor if you haven’t."
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“That’s not my bike.”
“What?” Din halts from where he’s been trying to load his bike into Luke’s car as Luke calls at him from the driver’s seat.
“My bike. You stole it last week. But that’s not it.”
“Oh.”
“It’s all right, it was a piece of junk my brother in law re-gifted me. He was supposed to be taking better care of his health since he spends all day in his truck, but it sat in his garage for a decade and he decided it’d been long enough nobody would begrudge him hoisting it off on me.”
“It was stolen.”
“I know, I watched you.”
“No, it was stolen from me. After that.”
“Oh.” Luke makes a pointed glance at the bike being loaded into his car, then shrugs and looks away.//
“You understand him?” Din eventually asks.
“Only dribs and drabs. He’s quite like my old master.”
“Your master burbled like a child?”
“Sometimes, when he was feeling like being mean to me.”//
Din looks down, remembers every time Grogu’s been an eager observer of fights started by all manner of cussing attackers. “Yes,” Din says. “Children should not hear swearing.”
//
He thinks about Grogu’s lungs getting as full of shit as his own, thinks of his hands getting cold at night, his stomach cramping on food gone off in the gross, shitty fridge he can’t replace.
“I’ll get my belongings,” Din says.//
He hasn’t got a suitcase, so he walks to his kitchen sink and pulls out a bin bag. He pulls out the few items of clothes he owns and stuffs them in the bin bag along with the second hand toys he’s been gifted by Cara, Greef and Peli, then takes out a chisel from his toolbox and makes a hole in the wall. He pulls out the money he’s been stockpiling and throws that in with the lot.
Din glances up to find Luke is still staring.
“Couldn’t open a bank account,” Din says.//
“‘Extract’?” Din repeats. It only takes a half-second for the misunderstanding to work its way through his brain into understanding, but by then it’s too late. Cara, Fennec, Bo-Katan, Koska and even Peli are spilling through the corridors, weapons up as they split up to clear the apartment.
He distantly hears Han scream, and then he hears the sound of a very intense fight from the direction of the dojo. Din drops the pan and runs.//
Cara’s jaw drops, and she turns her canon of a blaster towards Luke. “You’re being fucked by him?”
There’s a ripple of disgust through the women, but though the thought is evidently not a desired one, it’s apparently believable enough that they lower their weapons.//
Luke makes a soft sigh. “I think the world would be a better place with more people like you, Din. But I know what you mean. You hope he doesn’t have to learn the way you did. The hard way. You want to protect him from having to grow up the way you did, even if you did become the person you are because of it.”
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Recently released from prison on a manslaughter charge, Mickey Milkovich isn't looking for anything messy. He's had enough messes for a life time, with prison, his piece of shit dad, and his drugged-up brothers. He just wants to work forty hours per week to keep his PO off his back and make sure his little sister doesn't have another breakdown. Keeping his new life as tidy as possible should be easy.
Except there's an annoying red-haired dancer at the club he works at who keeps talking to him, and nothing about Ian Gallagher is tidy.
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But the way her eyes shimmer slightly with tears reminds him that they can all take a beating. It's the other stuff that really hurts.
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According to her (and her fucking shrink, no doubt) if he starts by being as mean as he can, no one stays long enough to put in the effort. A 'hurt you before you hurt me' sorta thing. It's all bullshit to him. He’s mean because he is. He never knew any other way to be.
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As fucking gay as it sounds, they’re mostly hugging—arms wrapped around each other as they move gently together to the syrupy blues song playing. Even gayer, Mickey likes it. He likes Ian’s cheek bone pressed gently to his temple. Likes the hoppy smell of his softly panting breath. Likes that one of Ian’s huge palms is mindlessly skating up and down his spine in these steadying strokes. He likes this. Being held like this. It makes shame well up in his throat like bile. It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic.
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If Ian won’t listen to reason--why they can’t be together despite both of their wants for it-- he’ll do what he does best. Make people hate him.
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College AU where Ian Gallagher takes one look at Mickey Milkovich and decides that he kind of has to have him. Slow burn, confusion, eye-fucking and kind of a Romeo&Romeo flavored story, I guess...?
This is not a full flowing type of story, but simply moments. (if that makes sense, you guys I'm sorry, I can't summarize worth a crap)
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For Gallavich Week Day Six: Alternative First Meetings
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Ian sighs as he watches him leave. It's been two months since the dark haired man started coming into the little bakery Ian works in, and despite how charming and pleasant he is, he gets little in return for it. It's not something that would usually bother him, but with this one customer, well, he's kind of harbouring an awful crush.