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After playing his part in preventing the end of the world, Mike thought senior year would be a piece of cake. Compared to fighting monsters and keeping government secrets, how hard could it be to deal with regular family drama, looming college decisions and his suddenly blaring obsession with staring at his best friend?
It's a gradual realization that he may have never wanted the things he thought he did一and some things, he may have wanted all along.
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27 Jun 2026
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“Mom, I don’t want to be difficult,” He speaks quieter than he means to. If he spoke louder, his voice would break, and he couldn’t handle that right now. He doesn’t say what he wants to say. Mom, I don’t want to be different. Mom, am I still the son you raised?
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Mike wants to love him like paint on a canvas. Like the familiar opening chord of that one song they listen to on long drives. Like parallel bike tire tracks on a dirt road. He wants to do all the sappy shit that he’s said he’d never do. He wants to tell people he loves them.
Mike Wheeler says things he regrets. Mike Wheeler regrets things he doesn’t say. Will wants to be in his life, right? They’ll stay friends after, right? Fuck it.
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Kept in Cages by ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm, sweet_s0rr0w
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
07 Aug 2022
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Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.
Meanwhile, on Level One, ex-Golden Boy Harry Potter is stuck in another interminable policy meeting, completely unaware of the mysterious comings and goings just three floors below. But when a giant snake emergency requires the assistance of a Parselmouth, Harry finds himself thrust, unprepared, into Draco’s weird and wonderful world – and naturally, he can’t keep away…
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19 Jun 2026
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“I thought about going abroad, but I don’t have a Muggle passport, and I couldn’t figure out how to get a Portkey without anyone knowing, so it ended up just always being something I’d get round to tomorrow. But I dreamt and dreamt about running away. Just up and – poof! – disappearing.” He indicates his bookshelf, rows of well-creased white and blue spines. “God, I bought so many of these bloody travel guides from the charity shop across the road. Some nights I still sit up into the early hours, eating rubbish and watching a documentary about… about India, or Brazil, or somewhere. I always found it easier to fall asleep, picturing myself out there.”
“Me too,” Draco says, eyes distant. “All those Magizoology books – just endless pages of rainforests and mountains and these enormous cloudless skies. I used to sit and stare at the photographs, watch them loop and loop for hours on end – hidden beaches in Costa Rica, magical wolf packs in Alaska – all this crystal blue water and endless empty beauty.”
“And now you’re really going.”
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“It’s not that simple,” Harry says. “I can’t just leave. I’ve got work. I’ve got – I’ve got you guys.”
She smiles, sadly. “Which one of us are you trying to convince, Harry?” she asks, voice soft. She leans forwards, squeezing his arm. “We’ll always be here. Nothing could ever change that.”
There’s a lump in Harry’s throat once more at the sight of his best friend, that familiar earnest, conflicted look in her eyes as she tries her very best not to just come out and tell him exactly what to do. “Oh, Mi,” he sighs. “Where would I be without you?”
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maybe it is that simple
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Keith is sick, and someone comes to check in on him.
He's just about to try to smother himself again when his door whooshes open. His eyes dart automatically towards the door, and he squints at the figure. It's tall and skinny and dark, which leaves only one person it could be. Lance.
His heart does a tiny little kick in his chest, and he has to redouble his efforts not to cover his face again. Of all of the people who would come to check on him, it would be Lance.
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02 Aug 2023
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he doesn't know if they're the kind of friends where he can ask them what he should be doing when he's dying. He doesn't even know if he could get up to ask them.
He's just going to lay here until he either succumbs to his inevitable death or magically gets better. There's no other options.
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Keith hazily thinks he might be the most beautiful person in the universe. He mentally shakes himself, realizing his foggy head is extending into terrible metaphors.
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"He suggested we try this first, just a tablespoon. This should help with the lingering fever, and hopefully with your headache."
"How did you know I had a headache?" Keith asks, surprised.
"You get a little wrinkle," Lance says. "Right here." He reaches out and touches the space between Keith's eyes, tracing lightly.
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sosososoo sweet i almost puked
fourth read i fink
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“He called me my Naruto,” he said.
“Did he? In the one I read, he signed off with “Ardently yours”.”
(Or, the day after his birthday, Naruto receives a burlap sack of hundreds of love letters that he was definitely not meant to read. Sasuke is either dead or dying—and he’s nowhere to be found. Not to worry, Naruto will find him. Again.)
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12 Jun 2026
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Naruto winced. “He’s not dead,” he protested, albeit weakly. “I’d know if he were dead.”
The day Sasuke died, a shockwave would ripple out around the world. He knew he’d feel the loss of him like a spear through the heart, even if they were hundreds, thousands of miles apart. He’d be bereft, alone, he’d feel the void like another missing limb. He’d have no choice but to follow helplessly.
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“Sasuke’s a flying bird. A wandering spirit. A balloon, y’know, on the, the rising wind. And I’m tied right down to the earth.”
Florian pursed his lips. “Being grounded to a place isn’t such a terrible thing. Is to be loved by you really such a chore?”
Naruto considered this for a while. The stories Jiraiya had written about romance described love as such a fleeting, fragile thing, like the gentlest brush of butterfly wings. Naruto loved like a two-ton anvil. Heavy and dense, solid and unchanging; his love was an iron ball he threw at people hard enough to crack them open.
“I guess so,” Naruto said, voice small.
Florian mulled this over for a while. His cigarette had long since burned down to the filter. “Love is heavy, yes. Sometimes it's burdensome. But it’s always easier to carry someone else’s. Tell me—could Sasuke’s love be too much for you to bear?”
Since Sasuke’s hatred had weighed nothing at all, Naruto could imagine the ease with which he’d carry his love. “I doubt it,” he admitted.
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“Anything that is within my power, I’ll make it better. I’d build a Konoha we can all love. One that maybe you could forgive, and make a home in. Because it has changed. And if it hasn’t changed enough, I’ll make it change more.” As much as Sasuke moved him to creation; he also moved him to destruction. When rebuilding Konoha he’d insisted they tear down everything—any surviving buildings, their political system, old laws and rulers—to start again like a blank slate. How many times did you have the chance for something so complete as the fresh start they’d been given?
To rebuild Konoha, Naruto had destroyed it once again. There were no old buildings, no historical artefacts. Not a single tree or a stone was where it once stood. The War Memorial, the Uchiha plaque, all of it bright, shiny and new, remembering the past but always looking to the future. The surety that he’d do it again, merciless and without flinching, kept the creeping shadows of Konoha’s vast underbelly at bay.
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My Polaris,
The northernmost point of the known world lies far further than the cartographers of the Land of Lightning would have you believe. It is uninhabitable, inhospitable land. Yet migratory beasts and flora thrive here in the summer, for then the sun never sets. Constantly are these verdant, green-clad fields bathed in rays of syrup and honey, stretching out as far as the eye can see.
The locals call the phenomenon the Nightless Night. They worship it like a god. But as I looked upon the sun long after it should have rested, unable to sink beneath the horizon and kiss the moon, I was struck by the thought that it must be lonely.
At the end of all things, I wished I was with you.
Forever in my thoughts,
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It was absolutely the most devastating thing to ever happen to him in his six years of life. He knew Uchiha were supposed to love too deeply, but this was ridiculous! He was just a kid, for god's sake! He didn't want to be in love!
Or: Sasuke gets a crush and it messes with best laid plans.
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09 Jun 2026
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“It’s always been up to you.”
It was a bittersweet scold, but the kind of scold that betrayed that his mother had discovered a new level of disappointment in someone she loved, but truly thought was better than this. It was like she thought her scold would be useless, a beloved child too stubborn to heed her words, but she loved them enough to scold anyways.
Sasuke didn’t understand any of it, felt just as underwater as he’d been yesterday; made small and insignificant. He was aware enough to understand the layer of significance to his parents words, to feel the room react, but he didn’t dare question what was going on. What would happen in this room would determine his future. All he could truly do was cling to Naruto, hold on as tight as he could and pray whatever was sea of conflict they’d been dumped in wouldn’t swallow them down.
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oooooo funniest one i've read in a while!!!!!!!! but the last two chapters......... DAMN