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Catch me then by Deandeanmoose
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Robin: Son of Batman (Comics)
25 Sep 2023
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Damian finds an odd feeling in a new character running around Gotham. Falling for you hard over a few years before finally finding out who you are.
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You spotted it on your left hand. Over your ring finger, just between the knuckles and the first joined. Right where a wedding ring needs to place. Was his name. A person who was a perfect match, your other half.
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The person the universe thinks you supposed to love and cherish your entire life is a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself, a Gaunt.
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13 Jul 2025
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the best mf thing ive read so cute and fluffy and heartfelt
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strawberry jam by smashbox_girl26 for mayxn
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
15 Jul 2022
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This had to count as one of the worst days in your entire life — stuck on the side of the road in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere with your old, stupid, broken down car and no cell service.
At least there was a super hot cowboy who stopped to help.
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Conversation with Lydia and Stiles was like a dance. They each knew the moves so well, the timing so faced-paced and frantic, that it looked beautiful from the outside. Untouchable. Unattainable. Impossible to learn. If you missed your cue, you fell to the floor, tripping over your own feet as they swept past without you.
You had just missed your cue.
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09 Dec 2024
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The weight falls, and a wet, choked-off gasp is ripped from your raw throat. It hurts, from all the crying while he was gone, from the look on his face when he came back. “I fucking hate you,” you whisper. Your voice is raspy, barely there between your shallow exhales. After he locked you in that godforsaken closet, you'd screamed at him through the door, spewing every hateful, awful thing you could think of, until there was nothing left. Every part of you still aches—knuckles bruised from trying to beat the door down, fingernails bloodied from biting them down to the quick. You'd torn yourself apart while you sat against the wall, alone in the dark, waiting for him to come back. If he came back.
“No you don’t,” Stiles says, but he winces anyway.
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01 Dec 2024