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with one foot in the past, now just how long will it last (don't take my heart, don't break my heart) by willthecries
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
17 Nov 2022
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He wants to slide Eddie’s rings off and see if they fit him too, to see Eddie’s hands laid bare and naked and to explore them, a new continent of prospect. He wants to discover the hills and plains of Eddie’s skin, to see the fault lines where territory was hidden from the sun by metal, to name cities and towns in the contours of his palm. To bless them with the barely there press of his lips, like a prayer to the gods for a bountiful harvest and a fruitful womb.
Despite everything telling him not to, Steve wants.
He wants. Badly.
And maybe, he’s finding, that’s okay.
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i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you; to remember your mouth, how it tasted true by willthecries
Fandoms: The Wilds (TV 2020)
21 Aug 2022
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But the facetime rings out. And the call. And the dozen calls after that. Maybe she’s busy, so Fatin sends a few texts. And Fatin is starting to feel a little crazy, like a parasite, too dependent on Dot for her own good. And maybe she’s starting to feel like she should be taking a hint, because Dot has been answering less and less. And maybe Dot just has bad reception. She’s probably driving or something. Maybe she needs space. So Fatin sets down her phone and waits.
Dot doesn’t respond the next day.
Or the day after that.
---Or, Fatin's POV while Dot was gone, learning how to live post-island and cope without her
Or, sometimes life is a broken girl trying to get over another broken girl with the help of her best friend who is falling in love with her, while maybe subconsciously falling for her best friend too (she doesn't know it yet)
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the future’s unwritten, the past is a corridor; i’m at the exit, looking back through the hall by willthecries
Fandoms: The Wilds (TV 2020)
14 Feb 2022
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But it isn’t just those memories with her dad. In some sick, twisted way, the grime under her nails and the smokey scent of campfire clinging to her hair reminds her of the better parts of the Island. The parts that she clasps close to her chest. Moments aside from the fear of death, the constant state of survival, survival, survival. Eight bodies draped over one another around crackling flames. Pot gummies loosening their tongues and inhibitions. Laughing and playing chicken in the ocean. That moment during sunset where escaping sunlight hits dark skin at just the right angle, making it glow with hues of orange, pink, and red. The urge to press her mouth firmly against a certain thin-lipped smirk.
---Or, a character study of Dot Campbell's altruistic, self sacrificing personality in conjunction with her love for Fatin
Or, Dot is stupid and doesn't realize she's allowed to want things and deserves to be selfish
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inside my morbid mind; lost myself between the seams and i just close my eyes by willthecries
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Barry (TV 2018)
15 Jul 2021
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The first time he killed someone, it didn’t really feel like killing. Hands clapped his back, laughing men in camouflage remarking at his surprisingly good aim. It was surreal. Richie Tozier, the Trashmouth himself, wannabe comedian, marine enlistee, CEO of terrible your-mom jokes, was finally good at something. This weedy little kid with his trademark curls shaved clean away and a military issue rifle still in his newly calloused hands had just killed four men at long range without blinking. And as their blood stained the sand, the blood of men with families, men who, despite their malicious cause, were still only men, Richie found his place in the world was clear. He was destined to be the man behind the scope, murder in his hands, a puppet on a string. It wasn’t the life he had imagined, not bright lights and laughs from an audience, but it was a life nonetheless.
---Hitman! Richie AU inspired by me binging the first season of Barry in a five hour period
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just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are; i am stronger than you give me credit for by willthecries
Fandom The Wilds (TV 2020)
21 Aug 2022
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Dorothy Campbell doesn't know who she is. She never got the chance to properly grieve her best friend and only family before being shipped away to an island and constantly trying to survive 'til morning, so how the fuck does she figure out how to live now? When she drops off the face of the earth after returning to Texas, intent on figuring that the fuck out, she doesn't think she'll be missed. She's very wrong.
Fatin Jamandi is fucked up enough. Her parents are still fighting, maybe worse than ever. She was stranded on an island for a while, almost dying SEVERAL times. She can't sleep, and yet never wants to get out of bed. And now the girl she's in love with has disappeared, whether by choice or not unclear. How could her life possibly get worse?
Leah Rilke is there to pick up the pieces for her best friend as she pines and falls apart. And maybe she's in love with said friend. But it isn't about her, it's about Fatin, and so she shoves it down and survives. Except maybe she's really angry.
---Or, 3 different intertwining character studies as they figure out friendship, mental health, trauma, grief, and--most pivotally--how to navigate being in love, maybe with more than one person at once.
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"You, uh, you ever heard of—of a prostate massage?" Buck asked. He had his hand resting on Eddie's shoulder now, with Eddie still holding onto his wrist.
Eddie huffed out a laugh best he could. "Don't tell me you learned that in, uh, in Peru." He said, trying to keep his voice light and joking as if it would dispell the tense air lighting up the room. As if it could hide the way he felt himself twitch in his briefs hearing Buck say prostate massage.
Buck smiled, not quite laughing as he replied. "No, that one is from other sources." He said. "Really good for stress relief, though. Tried and true."
Eddie shifted underneath Buck, feeling the stiff flagpole tucked away in his pants. He was leaking steadily now, the front of his underwear damp and sticking to him uncomfortably. He let go of Buck's wrist, bringing his hands up to sit underneath his head while he arched his back ever-so-slightly up towards Buck.
"If you think it'll help." He says, hoarse and much more sultry than he meant.
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11 Jun 2026
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Buck was fully aware he was being a selfish, territorial lunatic, but as he reached out to grip the lapels of Eddie’s jacket, his Omega instincts took complete control.
He smoothed his hands down Eddie's chest, deliberately dragging his inner wrists—right over his active scent glands—hard against the fabric of the collar. He patted Eddie's shoulders, lingering almost a little too long, making sure a thick, heavy layer of his own sweet, orange blossoms Omega pheromones was thoroughly baked into the threads.
My territory, his brain whispered, a toxic wave of possessive satisfaction washing over him. My Alpha. Good luck getting anyone else near you when you reek of me.
“There,” Buck breathed, his voice a little raspy as he finally stepped back, plastering that tight, ‘supportive best friend’ smile back onto his face. “Perfect. Go get 'em, tiger.”
Eddie dives into the dating pool again. Buck reacts very normally to this.
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