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hanjis-experiment · a minute ago
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The thing I love in fics is that sometimes when characters get into a romantic relationship they are still referred to as best friends, because being in romantic relationship doesn't mean you stop being friends, and as an aroace person this makes me really happy whenever I read sth like this
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soupette · 2 minutes ago
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I love trying to respond to comments but fucken happy stimming too much at every reread lmaooo /pos
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ao3feed-horrance · 3 minutes ago
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October 1st 2002 Yorkshire_Pudding
by Yorkshire_Pudding
Every person on their thirteenth birthday will receive their classification. The children of the Umbrella Academy are no different.
Words: 4207, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Omega Verse
Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Number Six | Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Vanya Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Dr. Pogo (Umbrella Academy), Grace Hargreeves, Reginald Hargreeves
Relationships: Number Six | Ben Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy & Number Six | Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves & Vanya Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy & Klaus Hargreeves
Additional Tags: Pseudo-Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe, They are more children at a boarding school than siblings in this, Not Siblings, No Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reginald Hargreeves' A+ Parenting, Abusive Parents, Abusive Reginald Hargreeves, Omega Klaus Hargreeves, Alpha Number Six | Ben Hargreeves
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crimeparrots · 3 minutes ago
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at this point i’m just being greedy, what with all of the wonderful content coming out lately, but my spidey senses suggest that another helium chapter may be on the horizon.... prove me right @heytherestilinski <3
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voiceless-terror · 3 minutes ago
10 and 12 for the fic writing ask ?
Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?
dialogue dialogue dialogue. i could write it for days!!! honestly probably the first thing that comes to me for a fic. im a talky person in real life so that translates into all my stories. which might actually be annoying, now that i think about it....
Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?
there’s definitely a couple! a time travel one ill never get around to, a ‘they were roommates’ jontim that’s been in the works for ages, an amnesia jon fic if i wanna go real cliche.....the list is probably longer but those the ones i can think of right now xD
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wisterix · 5 minutes ago
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okay instead of writing i’m gonna be reorganizing my navi and finally doing my masterlist
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ao3feed-ladynoir · 5 minutes ago
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Lie-La Revealed
Lie-La Revealed by obsessedreader 225
As Marinette becomes more famous as anonymous fashion designer MDC, Lila digs herself a hole her lies can't get her out of. ~characters are not my own~
Words: 1141, Chapters: 2/5, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Lila Rossi, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, and a bit of, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant
Additional Tags: MLB class, Reveal Fic
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31235933
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irondadfics · 6 minutes ago
I'm looking for this specific fic: Peter was working in this café for his mean boss (who only payed minimum wage). I think he wanted to support his aunt. Tony Stark came in and Peter mistook him for a poor guy and offered him a free coffee and cookie/donut. At some point, Peter sent his suggestions for some project, Tony worked on and they became friends. Thanks a lot!!
Thank you to those who contributed to our Follower Outreach Program for helping to locate this story!
All good things come in threes by Bergen
“I know all about your secret identity.” A beat of silence. “Um,” Peter said, bunching his sweater in his hands. “Which… which one?” -- Peter has three secret identities: Spider-Man, the superhero who swings around the city to save people. Parker Benjamin, who gives Tony Stark unsolicited advice on his research. And NightMonkey, the Instagrammer who keeps uploading increasingly popular but embarrassing drawings of Iron Man. And he can juggle them all just fine, thankyouverymuch.
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the-october-reviewer · 6 minutes ago
👊 + Richie?
Dean, Christopher, the Hayden grandparents, Emily sometimes, Taylor, Liz, TJ, Francie, Mitchum, Shira
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ravenatural · 6 minutes ago
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Last line tag game
Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Tagged by @bubblegumbeech !
Let the cycle begin.
The last line I wrote was short as hell lmao
tagging @bibliophilea @kawaiijohn @inabsurd @13thcat :3c
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n7punk · 7 minutes ago
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i'll be honest my discord mutuals always know when there's going to be an update to isohm because i get really excited and always change my name to “princess magicat” or something
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annietheo · 8 minutes ago
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A HOME IN HEATHER PART 5
Hi demons!
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4
It's finally time to publish my illustrations inspired by the beautiful story of VerdantVulpus.
You can find the link to ao3 here!
Every day I'll be posting parts of the fic accompanied by my drawings, and eventually you'll be able to read the whole story.
Don't forget to give kudos to the author!
Let's dive into the world of heather, love and sun!
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lizziebxnnet · 8 minutes ago
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and now I see daylight - read on ao3
writer: lizziebxnnet / godgavemelou  word count: 2.1k rating: general
Matthias only sees Nina.
Her head is thrown back, exposing the milky skin of her throat as she laughs. To Matthias, it’s like the sound of bells ringing, a bird singing. It’s the sound of magic, the music he refused to listen to before; before he’d met her.
OR four times Matthias thinks about how much he loves Nina, and the one time he tells her.
They’re sitting around a table in Wylan’s house.
It’s fairly quiet. The room is lit low, a yellow tint that comes from the candles on the table. Everyone is there tonight for once. Even Kaz sits among them, taking time away from the Crow Club. Wylan is telling a wayward story about a bomb he’s testing, arms flailing as he describes the explosion. Nina is leaned back in her chair, a sweet bun in her hands as she listens. Her hair is down, curls falling around her shoulders. She’s wearing a deep red dress that brings out the pink in her cheeks that appears when she’s happy.
Wylan gets to the climax of his story, his hands smacking the table, his voice taking up all the space in the room. Everyone has managed a laugh, aside from Kaz who’s lips have quirked into the smallest of grins. It doesn’t matter though. Matthias only sees Nina.
Her head is thrown back, exposing the milky skin of her throat as she laughs. To Matthias, it’s like the sound of bells ringing, a bird singing. It’s the sound of magic, the music he refused to listen to before; before he’d met her. Her giggles grasp his heart in an iron-clad grip, squeezing so hard it’s difficult to breathe. He knows he’s staring but he can’t look away from her, can’t imagine ever seeing something so beautiful. When she’s finally calmed down, her bright green eyes meet his. They glisten and shine, twinkling in the firelight as she smiles at him. Matthias knows he should smile back but he can’t. He’s too entranced by her to do anything but look back at her. Looking into her face is like looking directly into the sun, the brightness of daylight.
Her hand meets his leg under the table, squeezing his thigh gently. Her affection used to scare him, rattle him, shake him. Now he welcomes her. 
Matthias can hear conversion around him but it doesn’t matter. Nina is looking at him like he hung the moon, and the thing is, he’d do it for her. 
“Want to share the last of my sticky bun?” she asks, raising her brow, a smile still playing at her mouth.
Instead of an answer, he leans in and snatches it from her fingers with his teeth, nipping at her as he does. Nina laughs again, giggles overtaking her. He knew she would, knew that him acting out of turn would please her, and frankly, it’s the only reason he did it. He’d do anything to see her this way; eyes dancing, nose crinkled, cheeks red. She’s ethereal, breathtaking, a vision, and he loves her.
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They’re huddled around a table at the Crow Club.
Matthias is watching from the side as Nina plays a card game with Jesper. There are a few other patrons as well. Neither of his friends is doing well, a fair bit of kruge lost between them. As they continue to play, Nina grows more frustrated. 
Her face grows redder as the cards are dealt, another hand is lost, another bit of kruge out of her hands. She gets lazy in her efforts, anger making her sloppy with her decisions. She loses another hand and grinds her teeth. Matthias thinks of stepping in, telling her they should go to their room, try again tomorrow.
Before he can get that far, Nina is standing up from the table, throwing down her cards in fury. A rough man at the table reaches up and grabs her by the waist, attempting to pull her back down.
“Now now gorgeous, let’s just calm down,” he grins cruelly.
Matthias is moving, his fits already curled and poised to hit, to beat this man senseless, break his hands so he can never touch Nina again. He’s too late. Nina’s hands are raised, her fingers curling, and then the man falls. His head crashes against the table, his cards falling to the floor. Her eyes are aflame, a burning behind them that halts Matthias in his tracks. Her chest heaves, breaths coming in ragged. Even as she lifts her eyes, meeting his gaze and simmering down, she is a fire burning brightly in the dimly lit room. A sort of silence has drifted over them as he watches her, wondering if he should approach.
Jesper stands from the table, abandoning the game.
“We’re done for tonight, Nina.” He sounds like he’s terrified, while also fighting off a laugh. 
Matthias moves closer but doesn’t touch, just waits for her to come down. Nina isn’t difficult to rouse, her anger never coming over a simmer even at the worst of times. But when it boils over, fiery red flames catching and burning, she’s a sight to behold. She’s an explosion, an earthquake, violent and powerful, and he loves her.
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They’re standing in a small field outside of Ketterdam.
Nina is kneeling down in the grass, her hands shaking as she sets down their dog, cradling his head as she does.
They hadn’t had Gestinge long. Matthias and Nina found him as a small puppy, roaming the streets alone, barely alive. Nina loved him immediately, begging Matthias to let her have him, for them to raise him. They weren’t technically allowed a dog where they were staying, but when Nina looked up at him, the green of her eyes wet with tears as she held the puppy close, he couldn’t say no. He was perfect for them.
They named him after the Fjerdan word for paradise because that’s what he was. He brought them peace on easy days, happiness on the hard ones, and laughter in all the times in between. Matthias was stuck trying to train him, while Nina fed him treats and cuddled with him in her favorite chair. He would watch them together, walking down the streets of the city, and feel a warmth in his chest that was unmatched by anything else. In a way, they were his family, and it was perfect. It was all he’d ever wanted.
Today was a crack in their paradise.
Matthias found him in an alley behind the Crow Club, bleeding from a wound that they’re sure came from another animal. He carried him home carefully, tears threatening to spill over. He worried for Gestinge, wanted him to be okay more than anything. But he worried for Nina, too. He worried she’d take it too hard, worried that she might find a way to blame herself. She’d been the one to let the dog out to wander, as they typically did during the day. Now Gestinge was hurt, and Matthias knew he wouldn’t make it. 
Now, he digs a hole in the soft grass as Nina kneels beside him, too upset to help. Her eyes leak tears as she watches him. When he’s finished, they lower their puppy into the makeshift grave. The sun shines down on them as they stand over the hole in the ground, Matthias gripping Nina’s hand in his own. He gives it a squeeze and looks at her, unsure what he should say.
Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen. Her hair is a mess, tangled where she can’t stop running her hands through it. Her lip quivers, and when she finally looks back at him, the hurt in her face breaks Matthias’ heart. She’s tragedy and unease, sadness in a way he’s never seen before, and he vows to keep that look off of her forever. The trembling of her hands, the slouching of her shoulders, causes a deep hurt in Matthias that he hates. 
As she says a final goodbye, he lifts their intertwined hands, kisses her knuckles, and tries his best to give her a reassuring smile. Like the sun breaking through the clouds after days of rain, she slowly smiles back and she’s radiant. Even through the hurt, through the pain of losing something she loves, she is gorgeous, as bright as the sunshine beaming down on them, and he loves her.
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They’re standing intertwined in the darkness of Kaz’s office.
Nina’s arms are looped around Matthias’ neck. She’s on her tiptoes as she leans into him, their bodies so close there’s no air between them. Her back is arched, her head thrown back, as Matthias kisses her neck. She practically purrs when he lowers his hands, gripping her thighs so he can lift and hold her against the door.
Their only soundtrack is the little noises Nina makes in the back of her throat, Matthias’s groans as he kisses her, the creak of the door, the crowd in the Club growing restless around their games. He can feel her pulse pounding under her skin as they kiss in the dark.
Then, the knob shakes and the door tries to move.
“I know you’re in there,” Kaz mutters through the door, shaking the handle again. “Don’t make me get Inej to force you both out.”
Nina giggles from under Matthias, red blossoming on her cheeks at them getting caught.
“Five minutes,” she replies.
Nina looks up, deep green meeting bright blue. Her lip is trapped between her teeth as she smiles. She’s flushed from her hair to her neck. Everything about her is messy and lewd. Her pupils are blown wide beneath the darkness of her lashes as she looks up at him. Her lips are shiny and red from their kisses, from Matthias’ teeth, and her own nipping at them. Matthias’s heart flutters in his chest at the sight of her like this. She is desire reincarnate, a rose blooming in the warmth of summer, a burst of light in a dark world. 
He leans down and captures her mouth with his own, pouring every feeling he holds close into the kiss. He can feel her lips curving into a smile against his own. He holds her impossibly closer, gripping her so tight in his hands he’s sure he’ll leave bruises. She breathes his name into his mouth, so much passion in the word that he’s sure he’ll break apart. Nina is perfect and beautiful, and everything alluring in the world, and he loves her.
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They’re laying in their bed.
Their limbs are tangled under a heavy blanket. Nina is sleeping soundly, her curls fanning across the pillow. Her chest rises and falls slowly, a tiny snore escaping her every once in a while. The golden light of sunrise is coming through their window. It touches her face gently, the warmth making her glow. Matthias’s chest aches as he lays there watching her.
He runs his fingers through her messy hair as the sun continues to rise. Part of him wants to go back to sleep, to get the rest he really needs, but he can’t look away. He only sees her, her beauty radiating through their room like the light streaming through their curtains. 
When he can no longer just look at her, he leans down and kisses her forehead. 
At this, she stirs. Her forehead creases, her eyelids flutter, and the green of her eyes are hazy as she wakes up. She looks at him through the fog of early morning and he’s breathless. He lifts his hand and cradles her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin of her cheek. Nina’s eyes begin to adjust but she simply looks back at him, her eyelids threatening to close again. Not from sleep, but from pleasure, from desire.
She is beautiful. She is his everything. She is the sun that rises and sets. She’s the stars in the night sky, lightning and thunder exploding in the sky during a storm, the grass that grows in the cracks of the sidewalks. She’s the stillness of the morning, the excitement of the night, the ease of midday. Nina is the breath in his lungs, the warmth in his heart, and everything else in between. Matthias loves her. So he tells her.
He whispers it against her mouth as he kisses her. He breathes it against the skin of her throat. He sighs the words as he holds her close, his arms pulling her against him. He gasps it when Nina is finally fully awake and pushes him against the bed, kissing him with all the fierceness inside her. He recants it over and over, like an enchantment, like a prayer, like a curse. Matthias loves her. 
And like a miracle, Nina loves him in return. 
She says it in the way she grabs his hand when she’s happy. She says it in the way she shares her food with him, even when she doesn’t want to. She shows him when she laughs at him, or with him, depending on the circumstance. She tells him when she crawls in their bed at night, when she leans into his embrace, and when she lays her head on his shoulder.
But now, she says it with her words.
“I love you,” she whispers. 
The sun has fully risen, the sunlight of a new day beaming on her, and she glows like a lighthouse, guiding Matthias home.
“I love you, my little red bird.”
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cloudystevie · 10 minutes ago
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2 days till my one year on this blog🤮🤮🤮 not gonna hit 5k but will probably be at 4.9 k so maybe next weekend we can have a double sleepover🦶🦶
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puppypeter · 10 minutes ago
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Part 2: this time there’s no Hydra involved (though some of the bad guys are indeed Hydra characters). Please READ THE TAGS! Most of these fics are based around trauma, recovery etc and feature triggering scenes or flashbacks and darker themes. Please be safe and don’t read them if they can be triggering for you! I love many of these fics so much, they have so much plot and are amazingly written, but bare in mind the themes they cover! Enjoy them below the cut:
Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt | 202860 words | Part 1 of Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt
Steve looks over; the guy is standing in the darkness, and when he steps forward Steve’s breath catches in his throat. A few inches shorter than Steve, dark hair falling flat and limp around his high cheekbones, eyes permanently flickering between blue and green and grey and framed by long eyelashes, sharp and bright even in the gray, artificial lighting, only one arm, pulled protectively around himself.
“Bucky?” he whispers incredulously.
or Bucky is a hooker who stumbled into prostitution in desperation and Steve is an achingly lonely artist who has spent four years missing his high school sweetheart and maybe they never stopped loving each other.
Even In The Dark (We Will Find A Way Out) | 242572 words | Part 2 of Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt
“I’m scared,” Bucky whispers. The words are packed; scared doesn’t begin to cover the impossible panic that’s still washing over him, waning and then slamming him again, so much it makes him dizzy.
“I know,” Steve whispers back, “I know. It’s okay to be scared, Buck. Nothing bad is gonna happen to us, baby, not anymore.”
Still reeling from the attack, Bucky and Steve, together, grow and recover and work to heal.
Then the past comes for them.
Snake Eyes | 159983 words
There's a lot of expectation attached to Steve Rogers' name. It's taken him years to prove his own worth - that he's made it so far in the USNA on his own merit and not just because of his father. He's close though - there are only a few more months until he graduates and gets to stand on his own two feet. It's taken a lot of effort to get there, and a lot of sacrifices.
Bucky's beyond the point of expectation. When your father and grandfather have both been President - and your mother nurses political ambitions of her own - brilliance is a foregone conclusion. He's just counting down the final months of his confinement to the glass cage of the White House and he's determined to put that whole world behind him.
But as the days standing between them and their dreams dwindle, Steve comes to realize he might have made one sacrifice too many, and Bucky learns that his freedom comes at a cost he's never going to be able to pay.
Marvel/Political Animals AU
Under The Bridges Of Fame | 89678 words
For better or for worse (usually worse), Steve Rogers has been the most famous guy in the room for a while. And though newsreels have given way to YouTube, people's reactions haven't changed much in seventy-some years. Steve's become an expert at keeping his head down and getting on with his life.
A head-on collision on a busy street sends books flying and sweeps Steve off his feet. The point of impact has a name: James. A charming mess of long hair, thick glasses, and a crooked, not-quite-smile. If he recognizes Steve, he chooses not to comment, placing him firmly in Steve's good graces.
As far as Steve can tell, they might be Bogie and Bacall all over again, save for the group of idiots with selfie sticks who surround them. But for once, the request isn't for Steve.
Which begs the question: if James is James, then who the hell is Bucky?
This Is The Place Where Everything Starts To Begin | 93430 words
Steve Rogers is a tiny spitfire of an artist just trying to make it through his junior year at SHIELD High. Bucky Barnes is the mysterious new kid, adopted son of Principal Alexander Pierce, with a prosthetic arm and a head full of dangerous secrets. When their paths cross, a friendship is formed, one that will lead to the revelation of the dark underside to Brooklyn and the horrific events happening right beneath the surface of its glimmering facade.
The Little Red Balloon | 151807 words
When Steve goes out to a bar looking for a chance to unwind, he doesn’t expect to find the most beautiful person in world there. And he doesn’t expect for that person’s kiss to feel like the missing puzzle piece in his life. And he really doesn’t expect to find himself falling head over heels for that person — for Bucky Barnes — over the next two months, watching as the rest of his life with this man stretches out in front of him.
But Bucky has secrets. Things he won’t tell. And he just wants to live his life in peace, and do what he can to give kids like him the kind of help he never had. But there are things you can’t outrun. And when his past catches up with him, Bucky will do anything to keep Steve safe from the monsters that lurk in the shadows of his life.
But Steve would do anything for him, too. And he’s not about to let Bucky slip away.
This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. When fate collides with choice. And when the deepest love confronts the worst kind of fear.
This is what happens when Steve Rogers meets Bucky Barnes.
What I Used To Be | 117095 words
When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas.
After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver.
Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony's charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn't expect to fall so hard.
Monster In A Daydream | 29804 words
Alexander Pierce was the only one who could love him. He was the only one who dealt with him being so useless and stupid and weak. The only one who helped him grow to be a better person, a better boyfriend and a better submissive. He was the only one who could love someone as disgusting as Bucky was.
OR
Bucky is stuck in an extremely abusive dom/sub relationship with Alexander Pierce and Steve, his best friend from childhood, tries to save him before it's too late. This is a story of abuse, recovery, non sexual intimacy and a blossoming relationship between an abused Bucky and a Steve who just wants to make everything alright.
Ugliness | 46762 words
Highschool AU - Bucky suffers a horrible injustice at the hands of his teacher Alexander Pierce. Will he ever be able to find his voice and reach out to his best friend?
Dark Fics Part 1 | List of all fics recs
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the-october-reviewer · 11 minutes ago
👊 + Beth?
- Azazel, Lilith, John Winchester, Castiel early on, Naomi, Metatron, Lucifer, Zachariah, Crowley, Micheal, Anna, Uriel, any angel ever except potentially Gabriel tbh, Chuck, Samuel Cambell, Abandon, Dick Roman, Ruby, Gadreel, Sam when he was soulless, Jesse’s biological father
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icefire149 · 11 minutes ago
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I want a Peace of Mind AU where the four of them go on the case and the mind control does work on Angels. Sam isn't affected because of his psychic history. He wakes up to find Dean, Cas, and Jack gone. They're in a new house with new names. Dean is covered in grease and a mechanic with a bad boy look. Cas and Jack are dressed so nerdy and sweet. Cas in a big sweater. Jack in a sweater vest. They're all living together but there's some gossip in town. Cas is a widower and living with Dean a confirmed bachelor type. But they're all HAPPY Sam finds. Inside the house Dean is all full housewife mode. Cas is looking over bills and helping Jack with homework. Sam is thrown through such all loop because not a lot is actually different but the 3 of them look so freed from end of the world worries.
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shadowandgoat · 11 minutes ago
if you’re doing the 3 sentence prompt thing then my prompt is jealousy!
thank you!!! i went with a modern setting, hope that’s okay!
 “And?” Fedyor asks, twirling in a circle, then holding out his arms in a little ‘tadaa’ motion.
Ivan tries to think about how to best describe his feelings about Fedyor in a spandex superman suit without scandalizing absolutely everyone, and manages to settle on “Nice.”
“Right,” Fedyor says, with that damned twinkle in his eyes that makes Ivan weak in the knees. “You’re just jealous of how good my butt looks in these pants.” He has the audacity to actually turn around and strike a pose, and Christ on a cracker, this is going to be the longest Halloween party Ivan has ever been to in his life.
send me a word and i will write three sentences of fic for it!!
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cosmicoyyote · 11 minutes ago
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darkness to light;
alone to bright
had a bad week, so that means angst. 🤠
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Luke's lungs burned and the muscles in his legs screamed in protest as he booked it down the street, his mind on getting to his destination and nothing else.
He knew something was very very wrong, and he needed to be there before the situation became worse.
Cursing the stupidly long block, and his tired limbs, Luke finally turned onto the right street. He sprinted towards the fence, one of the last barriers between him and his destination, and leapt clean over it. He would never be able to do that as smoothly ever again, but he was too frantic to care at the moment.
Luke slowed when he reached the dark house, his worry quickly becoming overshadowed by anger when he saw a lack of cars in the driveway. They weren't even home. Typical…
He tried the back door and was relieved to find it unlocked. He slipped inside, feeling as if he was entering a recently vacated war zone. It was too quiet, and he could make out a broken dish of some sort on the kitchen floor. No lights were on at all. Luckily, Luke had visited this house since he was six years-old and knew his way around.
It took him only a little longer than usual to reach the steps before beginning to ascend them. His heart was beating so hard, it felt like the organ was threatening to break out.
In the dark hallway, Luke couldn't help but glance in the doorways as he passed. One door was hanging open, but the room beyond was deprived of any human presence and hadn't been for months. Not since Becca had had enough and took off. 
The door directly across was ajar as well, and he peered in only to see the room was just as cold and empty. 
Luke wasn't sure he could pinpoint when he noticed the problems starting in this house. He had been a frequent visitor since he was small, but even then, he felt like his younger self had picked up on the tension.
He knew things had gotten worse when his best friend started to change.
Reggie, who radiated all of the positivity and energy of a happy puppy, had started to make less cheesy jokes; hadn't been displaying the same enthusiasm when talking about his interests (which in itself was a major red flag), and he just hadn't been smiling as much. The happy gleam in his green eyes whenever he got excited about even the smallest thing had gone out weeks ago.
Luke should've done something sooner. Let Reggie stay with him. Sure, he wasn't on great terms with his parents, but at least his parents didn't despise each other. Their only issue was with him. If he made up with them... But that was painful to think about.
He stopped outside the door at the end of the hall, one that had had multiple posters on it throughout the last decade or so. Nothing was on it now, and Luke wondered sadly if Reggie had torn down the posters himself because he was having an off day. 
Swallowing, Luke tapped on the bare door, his heart still pounding. When nobody replied, he opened it anyway and walked inside. The room was pitch black just like the rest of the house, but he knew this place as well as he knew his own bedroom. He had spent countless nights here talking about everything and nothing with Reggie; playing video games, playing guitar, eating pizza and other junk food until they felt sick; comforting one another after bad days. Which were getting more frequent as they got older. 
It was too dark to see, but he knew Star Wars memorabilia and various country and rock posters decorated the walls. He never understood Reggie's interest in country, but the kid could shred on the banjo as well as carry a convincing twang in his voice when he sang.
Luke chewed his lip as he scanned the quiet space, unable to catch any sign of his best friend. And yet he knew he was here. Somewhere.
"Reg?" Luke murmured into the darkness. "Reg, it's me."
No response. 
Tentatively, he flipped on the light. He winced and squinted from the sudden change, but he blinked through it while his eyes adjusted. The bed was unmade and empty. 
He checked under it first. Reggie had hidden under there before, although he had been much smaller at the time. Nope.
Luke frowned and checked the corner of the room where the beloved bass was sitting on its stand safely beside a keyboard that wasn't played nearly as often. 
Then he spun around and noticed a detail he had missed when he first entered. 
Reggie had a bad habit of kicking clothes that had landed on his floor into his closet. They piled up before he gained the sense to put them away properly whether it would be his hamper or his dresser.
Normally, the closet doors were ajar and showed the mess within, but tonight they were firmly shut on the world as if trying to contain something. Or keep things out.
Luke approached the wooden folding doors then slowly, carefully, he pulled on the knobs and opened them with a faint creak.
Reggie was huddled on the floor of the closet, his back against the wall while his legs were pulled close to his chest. He was trembling as he hugged his knees like he had just climbed out of an icy bath.
The sight of his friend looking so small and terrified ignited many emotions in Luke: primarily protectiveness and anger. His friend didn't deserve this. Nobody did, but especially not someone as loving and sweet as Reggie.
He knelt down and tried to look into the eyes he knew so well, but Reggie wouldn't look at him. His face was drawn and pale. His eyes and nose were pink from crying, while tear tracks shined on his cheeks along with leftover droplets clinging to his eyelashes like dew on grass during a rare chilly morning. 
"Reggie?" he murmured gently so as to not startle him. Luke knew he could be annoying and loud sometimes, but right now, he was thinking logically enough to keep his tone soft. 
Reggie sniffed and peered up at him briefly before looking away again. Shame was evident in his body language, and Luke was angry at the people who made him this way: afraid to show emotion to others that was not positive. 
Luke scooted a little closer, careful not to bump Reggie in case he needed his space. "I'm here," he said, still breathless from his run.
Reggie blinked, giving no indication he had heard him. There was a vacant look in his eyes that worried Luke. 
"Animated" would be a word normally used to describe Reggie: his face, his actions, all of that gave the impression of someone with a lot of energy and enthusiasm. 
But now it was as if someone had sucked the very life-force from his friend, leaving nothing but an empty and defeated shell behind.
"I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner," Luke murmured. The implications of that statement were clear, and he hoped Reggie understood and forgave him. "When you didn't show up for school, I worried. But then practice…"
Reggie made a point to show up to Sunset Curve rehearsals even if he had had a bad day with his folks. Sick was one thing, but if he couldn't face school, he at least craved being around his best friends to make the day better.
Not today. Reggie's absence had been the equivalent of missing a vital organ. They needed his optimism and goofiness to get through rough patches. Him being gone left an atmosphere similar to a funeral in their little studio. Any laughter seemed forced, and their playing was less than great. Less than good.
"If you don't want me here, that's okay. I just… I got worried. Then Alex said he saw all the cars leave…" He trailed off. Alex lived down the street. He had tried to call Reggie on the house phone to see if he was all right. Alex was stuck at home after a fight with his own parents. Separate issues that Luke unfortunately couldn't help with at the moment. When Reggie hadn't picked up, Alex had called Luke in an attempt to bring in the cavalry.
And here he was, feeling guilty for not being here sooner. Some part of him had hoped Reggie was just sick or something, not being left here alone to cry without the support of parents who were supposed to care for him.
Reggie hid his face in his knees, his shoulders taught with stress. Luke wanted more than anything to put his arms around his friend and shield him from the pain. However, he knew from experience with Alex and his anxiety that people in distress didn't always want to be touched. Or even spoken to.
So he waited. And waited. 
Reggie's breathing was shallow like he was struggling not to break down.
When almost an hour went by and Reggie didn't speak, Luke slowly got to his feet. "I'm sorry if I made it worse by coming over… I'll check in tomorrow or something, okay?"
He began to move away when he suddenly felt an iron-like grip on his wrist. Luke froze, looking down to see Reggie's hand wrapped tightly around him as if terrified he'd never have contact with another person again. 
"Don't…" Reggie mumbled, his face half hidden by messy hair he had probably run his hands through dozens of times out of stress. "Don't go… please."
Luke slowly lowered himself back down to the floor. He let Reggie guide him back to his side then put an arm around his shoulders when Reggie initiated contact by leaning on him. Luke nearly cried with relief. Not touching him had been agonizing. 
"I'm not going anywhere," Luke murmured, holding his friend close and rubbing his arm in a comforting manner. "I promise."
Reggie sniffed as he snuggled into his chest. He made a hurt sound in his throat, and Luke tightened his grip on him. 
"Reg, if you need to cry. You don't have to hold back for me. If you need to-"
Whatever build up Reggie had been holding in exploded out of him. He let out a cry and began full out sobbing into Luke's chest.
"Let it out," Luke soothed, pulling Reggie into his lap and rubbing his back. "Just let it all out."
He did. What sounded like years of pent up emotions: terror at seeing his parents fight, the constant bottling up of his feelings and not daring to show them how miserable they made him; the isolation he felt whenever his friends couldn't be there. It all came pouring out in the form of screams and sobs that became muffled by Luke's shirt.
Luke had tears running down his own cheeks as he cuddled and comforted Reggie. He had no idea he was hurting this much. Poor kid was always so sweet and smiley. To know part of it had been a mask he was attempting to hide behind made Luke want to take him away - far away from anyone who hurt the sweet bassist. 
"I gotcha, Reg," he soothed, keeping a firm grip on him and rubbing up and down his friend's shivering back. "You don't need to hide anymore."
It took a long time for Reggie to calm down his sobs into soft sniffles. He shivered when Luke brushed damp hair out of his eyes. Then he hiccuped, and the sound made Luke smile a little. Reggie, on the other hand, blushed and rubbed at his eyes.
They sat in silence, Reggie still snuggled in Luke's lap. He didn't seem in a hurry to vacate it, so Luke rubbed his back some more and spoke soothingly. 
Reggie absently hummed the melody to "Bright", a song that hadn't gotten to record yet. He liked it because of the unity he felt with his bandmates. His best friends. His family.
Luke loved the song for the same reasons, but he also knew now that the song meant way more to Reggie than it did to him. Because this was how Reggie's blood family chose to leave him: alone and scared in a dark closet.
Humming along with Reggie, Luke eventually started singing softly.
And rise through the night, you and I
We will fight to shine together, bright forever
"Promise?" Reggie whispered.
Luke broke off and looked down at his friend in surprise. "Hmm?"
"Promise me… you won't…" He swallowed. "That we'll always have each other."
Feeling as if his heart was now lodged in his throat, Luke swallowed hard before locking eyes with Reggie. 
"We'll always have each other, Reg. No matter what happens, I've got your back. I promise."
Reggie lifted his hand slowly, palm up, an invitation, and Luke took it. 
"Thanks, Luke," Reggie whispered, his eyes still damp. "I… thanks for…" He gestured at the closet. "I'm sorry you had to-"
"Hey," Luke firmly but gently cut him off. "Don't apologize for… for feeling." 
Reggie let go of Luke's hand to fidget with his own, and Luke began rubbing warm circles at the small of his back. 
Slowly, Reggie's tense muscles relaxed, and he slumped against Luke like a happy puppy getting his belly scratched. Now that he thought about it, Reggie was very puppy like: loyal to a fault but also with easily bruised feelings.
The thought just got Luke faster to his resolve. He played with Reggie's hair and chuckled softly. "I think we need to get outta here. Bad vibes, ya know?"
Reggie smiled as he sat up, and Luke helped him find his feet. "It is pretty depressing in here." 
Luke snickered. "I thought I was in Dracula's room at first."
They both laughed as Reggie went to grab his backpack and stuff a change of clothes inside. It was like any other day when they were younger and Reggie was preparing for a sleepover at Luke's. Except it wasn't, and that hung over them as they left Reggie's still too silent home and made their way down the street.
Reggie was silent at his side, which wasn't normal for him. He normally babbled on about this and that. It wasn't until they turned right at a fork that Reggie paused and looked around. "This isn't the way to your house."
Luke paused and turned to look back at him guiltily. "Yeah. Uh… Bobby knows cause it's his place, but I've been hunkered down in the studio the last few days." When Reggie opened his mouth, looking horrified, but Luke spoke quickly, "It's not a big deal. It's only for a little while." He wasn't sure how much truth backed his words, but for now, he hoped this arrangement was temporary. 
Reggie dropped it, so they kept going until they reached the garage. Like Reggie's house, the lights were off, but the place had a much more pleasant vibe.
This was where they had written their songs, played well into the night, shared laughs and tears alike. They were more than a band.. They were family. This is the safe space Reggie needed to be in right now.
After unlocking the doors, Luke stepped back to let Reggie in then walked inside to close the doors.
Reggie turned on one of the lamps and began changing into his pajamas. Luke did the same and then pulled out the bed hidden within their couch. He had been sleeping on just the couch but that wasn't possible with two people.
Once the blankets and pillows were arranged, Reggie collapsed onto the mattress as if the last of his energy was suddenly drained from his body. He hadn't asked about food, but Luke had plans to treat him to a good breakfast in the morning. 
Luke climbed up with him and smiled when Reggie blinked up at him. He was better, but that sparkle in his eyes was still absent. Remembering Reggie liked something soft against his belly while he slept, Luke offered him a rounded cushion.
A little twinkle returned to Reggie’s eyes as he pulled the pillow against his stomach and turned over.
Luke laid on his side and watched Reggie's stiff spine slowly relax as he sank into the soft mattress. 
"Night, Reg," Luke whispered, his heavy eyelids starting to obscure what little he could see of Reggie in the moonlight. 
Reggie scooted back suddenly so his back bumped into Luke. Smiling, Luke put an arm around him and placed his hand over Reggie's, the one holding the pillow, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Goodnight," Reggie murmured sleepily.
Soon, his soft breathing filled the dark space, and Luke was feeling content enough to close his own eyes. He had pulled his best friend out of a dark place, so he ought to feel good, but he was worried about the implications. Reggie loved with all of his heart, and to have his own parents discard him like that… it was going to leave scars.
Luke knew it would be a long road, but he had promised Reggie they would walk it together. He gripped Reggie's fingers tightly and scooted close until his chin rested on top of his friend's ruffled hair.
It wasn't the time to discuss his… his feelings for Reggie which were complicated enough. Reggie didn't need complicated; he needed assurance and comfort.
Luke closed his eyes and sighed as he listened to his friend's breathing, happy at least he could help in this way. Because Reggie deserved to know how loved he truly was. 
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༻❁༺Checkmate༻❁༺
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C!Dream x reader 
Gn!reader
Warnings: Dream’s villain arc, swearing,  manipulation, angst, revenge, accusations, betrayal, mentions of drinking, death, spoilers, drowning. 
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: I am so sorry this is very late- But this is a fic for @akasuki​ and @dysfunctionalcrab​ 700/800 follower event! Congrats to both of you :D
You think you're funny right?
Calling me drunk when it's too late at night
Telling me truths that you know all are lies
Yeah, you think you're funny right?
The bitter cold of the night nipped at your skin as you stormed over to where Dream loomed, over the sea on a small cliff. “You’re hurting them Dream, they’re just kids! There was no reason to kill them you motherfucker!” You cried. Dream let out an annoyed scoff, “You don’t know what you’re talking about (Y/N). You’re just drunk.” 
You think you're super sly
Flirting with them but telling me you're mine
Building me up, but buttercup you lied
Now I'm gonna ruin your life
You gritted your teeth, making a small cracking noise, “I’m not drunk Dream.” Dream put his hand on your shoulder, his tight grip contrasting heavily to his soft tone, “Just go back inside (Y/N), you’re probably just tired. Not in the right mind.” 
'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play
When you tell me you love me then you throw me away
So cry me a river 'til you drown in the lake
'Cause you may think you're winning but Checkmate
Yeah you may think you're winning but Checkmate
 You shoved him off roughly, kicking dirt at his direction before storming off toward the house the two of you shared. You grumbled to yourself, “I’m tired all right, tired of you and your petty games.” 
Why wouldn’t he just listen to you?
 Now this is getting fun
I saw you kissing someone else's tongue
You said that I'm the only one you love
Baby this is getting fun
 A smile danced across your lips as you cuddled next to Dream. It was supposed to be a sweet moment, bringing nostalgia from before Dream became a villain. But in truth, it was the moment you had decided that given the chance, you’ll steal a cannon life of his. 
 I'll let you think you won
Date in the park I'll play it super dumb
Holding your hand but in the other one
I'm holding a loaded gun
Yeah baby you should really run
 Given that you only had one cannon life left, it was a risk to go up against Dream. Yet the thought of being able to repay Dream’s actions with a much deserved karma thrilled and terrified you to no end.
 'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play
When you tell me you love me then you throw me away
So cry me a river 'til you drown in the lake
'Cause you may think you're winning but Checkmate
Yeah you may think you're winning but Check-
 Dream had killed them. You didn’t see it coming, you didn’t expect it to happen this soon. But you knew one thing, he wasn’t your dream anymore, he was your nightmare. And you aren’t his sweetheart, you're going to be his downfall.
 And I'm gonna get you gone
Can't play me like your pawn
Set fire to your lawn
Just like you did to my heart
 Dream stood menacingly on the cliff, axe in hand. “Move (Y/N). Let me through.” “No,” You replied with a cocky smile, “I won’t let you get to them.” Dream breathed out a sigh. Of disappointment? Sadness? You didn’t care to know. Dream only  raised a potion above his head, “Then I guess I’ll have to fight you love.” 
 And I'ma wreck your car (and I'ma wreck your car)
And max your credit cards (and max your credit cards)
A lover on the large (a lover on the large)
You're gonna wish you never harmed me
 The shatter of the potion echoed before Dream rushed in, enchanted with strength. You hesitated before dodging his attack. The fatal dance on the cliffside and rushes of adrenaline dragged on for what seemed like hours before Dream’s parry faltered, allowing you to push him to the ground, his axe clattering to the side.
 'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play
When you tell me you love me then you throw me away
So cry me a river 'til you drown in the lake
'Cause you may think you're winning but Checkmate
 A victorious smile graced your lips, “Any last words Dreamie?” Dream huffed in defeat, “You know I did this for you. I did it so that we can have a beautiful life… Just the two of us.” 
You stumbled on words to say, “T-that’s bullshit. I don’t care for our relationship.” 
But then why did it hurt to say that?
 Dream smiled before pouncing, sensing your hesitation and whipped out his sword, repeatedly swinging at you until you were backed to the edge of the cliff. His maniacal laughter rang out in the empty vastness. “You thought! Haha! You actually thought you could betray me!” Your eyes widened in surprise, “W-what?” Dream gave a wicked smile, “Yep! And now I’m afraid I need to get rid of the traitor.” 
Time seemed to slow as you felt weightless, you tried to scream but it was cut off as your back crashed into the foreboding waves down below. Your lungs burned and screamed for air but it was hopeless, the currents were dragging you down into the depths of the darkness.
 And you did some damage so I'm making you pay
And no one's ever gonna love you anyways
'Cause you're just a narcissist who's totally fake
Yeah you may think you're winning this heartbreak
But you aren't gonna win it 'cause Checkmate
(Y/N) drowned trying to escape Dream.
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