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The ginger slowly raised her head and caught sight of her long time friend. Tawnypelt quietly sat in front of her Thunderclan friend and gave her a caring smile. Squirrelflight’s posture relaxed and she let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry, am I interrupting any important patrols?” The ginger asked with a light playful tone. The tortoiseshell let out an amused mrrow and looked at the other she-cat warmly. “Not at all. You’ll never be an interruption for me.” Tawnypelt said with a gentle purr in her throat.
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basically Squilf leaves Thunderclan due to scrutiny and joins Shadowclan instead.
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The wizard leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping into something darker, almost intimate. “What do you think I’ve captured you for?”
Mike swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “I’d rather not take a look into that sick and twisted mind of yours, William the Wicked.”
William sighed, tilting his head slightly, a faint pout playing on his lips. There’s a mole above them. It captures Mike’s attention for a moment. “I do wish they would stop calling me that.”
“Why?” Mike shot back, unable to keep the edge from his voice. “It is fitting, no?”
The wizard turned his back on him and began pacing slowly across the room, robes whispering against the stone floor. After a few moments he stopped, glancing over his shoulder to meet Mike’s eyes directly.
“Because, my dear paladin,” he said smoothly, “I grant wishes.”
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“What were you and Frank’s mom talking about today?”
“Oh, just boring adult stuff,” Willow explained.
“It didn’t seem boring."
“What do you mean?”
“You were laughing,” Cherry said, voice soft and true. “Like, a lot. I’ve never heard you laugh like that before.”
Willow Tobbs, married to Nathan Tobbs, is forty years old and lives in Hawkins, Indiana, working a lackluster job at the general store. She enjoys her life, mostly because of her lovely daughter, Cherry, rather than her husband's heavy drinking and enthusiasm for cricket.
When Michelle Thompson, a fellow married mother with a son named Frank, walks into her life, Willow redefines her terms of what love, marriage and passion truly are.
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13 Jul 2026
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TS SHIT WAS FUCKING FRYING ME AT THE END
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And there was Neil, who looked over at him with those big, watery doe eyes, his expression tinged with a finality too tragic to voice. A broken smile the last thing to kiss his lips.
Todd knew then that everything would end. But at the time, he had thought it would be their nights of stolen kisses and interlinked hands, not Neil’s life. He had laid his arm around his waist many times, but never before had he noticed the horrid wound in his side, proof that he would be staked as a martyr.
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Todd Anderson takes his grief into his own hands.
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03 Apr 2026
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if i told you how much i think about her (you'd think i was in love) by acarnivalbear, angelsfizz
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
24 Feb 2026
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“You should’ve seen the way you ran in here, man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so fast.” His roommate takes a long pull of the joint dangling in his fingers. “You’re fuckin’ whipped, bro.”
Mike knows he looks stupid, unable to control the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips curl in complete confusion. Then his roommate rolls his eyes and makes a gesture like he’s cracking a whip, complete with sound effect. His cheeks heat up, the realization suddenly dawning on him.
He thinks Mike was on the phone to his girlfriend.
He thinks Mike has a girlfriend.
He thinks that Will is Mike’s girlfriend.
Everyone at college thinks Mike has a girlfriend. There's just one problem. The 'girlfriend' in question is Will Byers. Mike's best friend. Platonic with a capital P. He's so screwed.
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It’s the summer of 1989, and college is three months away. Mike and Will have been dating for six months—a secret kept behind closed basement doors and in the quiet spaces between D&D rolls. But "making out" isn't enough anymore, and Mike is vibrating out of his skin with a mix of love, nerves, and a very specific kind of frustration.
When Will manages to clear the Byers-Hopper house for a single Thursday, Mike decides he’s going to be prepared.
What follows is a forty-eight-hour gauntlet involving a very suspicious pharmacy trip, three different flavors of lubricant, a run-in with Steve Harrington that Mike will never live down, and a basement floorboard hiding a secret that Dustin Henderson almost sits on.
But when Thursday at noon finally rolls around, and Mike finds Will waiting in his bedroom wearing nothing but Mike's old sweatshirt.
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05 Mar 2026