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kalo-pop · 10 months
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cutie patootie (he reeks
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captn3 · 19 days
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until next time.... stay fresh [plain text: until next time.... stay fresh]
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gunsatthaphan · 8 months
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he really thinks it's okay to post this.
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tragicallystraight · 7 months
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I'm not gonna lie, asides for Mackenyu (like basically every other person), my reason for wanting the opla to blow up was for more fanfiction because I'm to busy with Uni now to write. But, damn... where are the good fics at. I'm crying, im going to start writing again because if you want something, then you gotta do it yourself... but like I'm also lazy.
I just wanted to read some zolu fics before and during exam season (which is starting in a weekish). Now I'm gonna write them myself just to read them 😔
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 4 months
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Only been in this fandom 2 weeks and GOSH DARN YALL ARE TOXIC
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wfhwfhwfh · 1 month
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Them😨😨😨
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emryyyyyss09 · 22 days
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not me sitting in my room with tears streaming down my face reading the saddest, most devastating marauders fanfiction ever and in the other room my sister is watching fucking 13 the musical.
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percysaysstuff · 1 year
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something something love at first sight
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Will practicing kissing his hand or pillow or something and somehow still ends up being a better kisser than Mike
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taintedmind666 · 8 months
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kiss the rain away
Whatever it is Will is looking for, he seems to find, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards as he looks out the driver’s side window, past Mike’s head, before looking right back at him. “You know,” Will says, a little too evenly, “You parked next to Skull Rock.” And. Mike’s breath hitches. Oh, so it’s like that then.
It’s a rainy summer’s day when Mike kisses Will in (sort of) his car.
did someone say Byler fluff and humor, in the summer, swimming at Lover's Lake and being hounded by the rain? No, just me?
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dontshutupplease · 23 days
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do you ever just think about your favourite characters
and then get the „damn, they would not fuckin stand me” kinda reality check
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spiltsoup · 2 months
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Angsty SuperCat fanfic to wrap up Femslash February!! ...In March!! It still technically counts. No smut here but some minor descriptions of murder (no lesbians die)
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Aaaand that's it for Femslash February 2024!!! I didn't get a bingo or fulfill all the prompts but y'know what? At least I wrote something!!
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grim-has-issues · 4 months
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I haven’t made fic in years, and I would hardly call this fic. So without further ado…
The Right Person, The Wrong Time
In the beginning, it was Seth and Alphonse, Alphonse and Seth, childhood best friends, the dynamic duo, bitter and sweet, the right person, the wrong time.
“Wherever you go, I go”
“I will always be by your side”
In that very moment, Alphonse had never looked so beautiful to Seth. His adamant declaration of affection repeated through Seth’s head like a mantra. It had him so choked up that it left him speechless and unable to reciprocate his own devotion.
Days later, in an attempt to make up for his crushing silence, he brought Alphonse to their spot in the woods, to carve their names into a nearby tree. Years later, his lack of response had become his biggest regret. The right person, the wrong time.
As time passed, things began to break apart. They could never have anticipated what was to come: Derek, Alphonse’s parents’ death, Seth’s incarceration. Nobody could’ve seen it coming.
Like a blister, anger and frustration festered within Seth. An infection that reeked of yearning; for what, Seth was never sure.
The distance and solitude felt like a prison sentence, mostly because it was just that. His sentiments felt like a disease, a curse. It reminded him of the feeling he felt towards his father, a staunch resentment towards someone you’re supposed to love. The only exception being, he felt that resentment towards the one person he would confidently kill himself over.
Seth wanted to blame everyone for his shitty life: his mom, his dad, Derek, Al, whoever. He prayed to any god that could hear him.
“Why me?”
A question indeed. What made him so different from everybody else. Why must he be the one to bite the bullet and lose everything he loves?
“Why Alphonse?”
God, Alphonse, sweet Alphonse.
There was nothing, not a single thing, Seth missed more than Alphonse. Sure, some fresh air and decent food would be appreciated, but Alphonse… Alphonse saved him, during a point in his life where he thought he could never be saved. (impure homosexual thoughts or whatever tf)
Alphonse, Seth’s first love and best love, perhaps his last love.
The right person, the wrong time
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aisling-saoirse · 8 months
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Large Beech Tree - August 21st 2023
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nerdy-talks · 1 year
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🐝🍯Buzz buzz🍯🐝
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