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rafeandonlyrafe · 11 days

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the same tv

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, parent death, funerals, robbery, redemption/forgiveness, addiction, drinking (wine, not like hard drinking), tickling, cockwarming, they call themselves kids at one point but at no point are reader or rafe under 18, like itll make sense once you read it in context

the first thing you do when you enter your house is kick off your shoes. the next is to stop holding back your tears as they stream down your face. you can't even sob anymore, just silent, steady tears.

you sigh as you look around the entryway. there's been some changes since you moved away, despite only being out of your parents house for a little over a year. they replaced the grand portrait that was of your mom's parents with one of you, now taking the place of honor.

you look away before you get to the rest of the family photos. you've seen enough at the funeral. you walk further in to the house, bare feet against the shiny wood floor.

you pause when you hear something further in. you haven't forgotten how the old house seemed to speak, groaning and settling during strong winds or when too many people were crammed between it's walls.

this sound seems different, but you're also occasionally sniffling, your ears are shot from blasting music in an attempt to distract yourself, so you shrug it off and walk further into the living room.

the sound suddenly makes sense as you see someone stood in your living room, arms holding up your parents flat screen television, awkwardly trying to carry it.

you aren't even mad. you honestly don't care about the tv. or the fact that someone is trying to rob you.

you let out a bitter laugh before you sink to the floor. “of fucking course this happens.” you are glad you still have your purse slung from your shoulder as you pull your wallet out, quite aggressively throwing it at the robber who has now frozen.

“what?” he questions, lowering the tv to the ground and pushing his hood of his head, a dumb move for someone currently committing a crime.

“this has been the worst week of my life and now you're robbing me. just my fucking luck…” you let out a broken sob. “just take whatever you want and leave.”

the only things that matter to you still in the house aren't actually worth anything anyways. the photos of your parents, your dad's cologne that's half empty, the oak tree that your childhood dog is buried next to.

“i thought the people who lived here died.”

you pick your head up, a look of fury overtaking your face.

“they did. they're my fucking parents! and now they're gone and you're fucking robbing me! get the fuck out!” you stand up, pushing at the robbers chest.

he looks familiar, like you should know who he is but can't place him.

“im-shit. im sorry.” he says, allowing you to shove him away and out the door.

“im really fucking sorry!” he yells again before you slam the door shut.

-- years later --

you park your car in the driveway instead of pulling it all the way into the garage like you know you should, but you need to know if you're correct about the man sitting on your front step.

“you're the kid that tried to rob me.” you say as you walk the sidewalk to the porch.

“yes.” he says, looking ashamed and a whole lot more grown up. “i was an addict and i owed a debt. my dad had just kicked me out of the house and i was on my own for the first time. it was stupid of me, but when i heard the people living here died, i thought it'd be a victimless crime.”

he sighs deeply, like even just thinking back to that time physically hurts. “i didn't even think that someone could have inherited the house. im so, so sorry.”

he swallows thickly. “my mom died when i was young. my dad- my dad just died recently. he faked his death and i got him back, but he's actually gone this time. you know what you said about the worst week in your life?”

you think back those years. it's mostly a blur, especially the days surrounding your parents car crash and funeral, but you do remember breaking down in front of the robber. you nod gently, waiting to hear the end of his speal.

“i know what you mean now. and im sorry i hurt you. im sorry about your parents dying.” he pulls something out of his pocket, extending his hand.

you look into his open palm, realizing it's a ornate gold necklace.

“no.” you shake your head. “you keep it. you don't need to bribe me to forgive you.”

“i want you to have it.” he says. “it's… it's not a lot, but it's something. something to help make up for what ive done.”

you reach forward, carefully taking the necklace out of his outstretched hand, carefully not to accidentally bump his skin.

“thank you.” you say, admiring the way the sun gleams off the metal.

“im rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.”

“y/n.” you respond, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“here, let me.” he takes it out of your hands, moving quicker than you can think as he steps around you. your hair is already up in a bun, so rafe is able to reach around and easily place the chain around your neck.

“thank you.” the weight of the necklace feels comfortable against your skin, like it's the last finishing touch you need. you are wearing your mother's earrings, your father's bracelet, and now you have the other piece of what made that time in your life so miserable, your robbers necklace.

“i… i guess ill be going now.” rafe says.

you turn and watch him walk away. you recognize so much of your former self in him, the clear grieving he's going through.

“are you sober now?” you call out before he reaches the end of your driveway.

“sober enough.” he shouts back. rafe doubts he'll ever truly be clean, but he can at least manage now, doesn't need the drugs like he used to.

“then come back for dinner tomorrow. we can talk.”

you can see the smile stretch over his features. “ill be there.”

-- three months later --

“shit.” rafe says, head snapping over to you. “this is the same tv.”

you giggle and nod, surprised it took him so long to realize. “i never really watch tv on the actual tv, so no need to replace it.” you shrug, the gold necklace still draped over your neck. you haven't taken it off except to shower and sleep.

“god, thats crazy.” rafe looks over to you. “imagine if we just talked back then.”

you shake your head. “you just think you want that because we get along now. we were both in bad places.”

“you don't think we would have been hooking up back then?” rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you, watching the way your thighs press together at the mere mention of hooking up, already feeling the urge to sleep with rafe even after having sex only a couple of hours ago.

“we were two scared kids. if we were hooking up we definitely shouldn't have been.” you giggle, reaching your wine glass out for rafe to refill, which he is glad to pour a more than healthy amount in.

“and now?” rafe looks down at his lap.

“and now we are two slighty less scared slightly older kids.” you giggle again, taking a deep sip before leaning across the couch cushion to press a kiss to rafes cheek, the movie you had put on long forgotten.

“rafe.” you wait until he looks you in the eye. “im here for you.”

“god, what have i done to deserve you?” rafe wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he flops back onto the couch.

you let out a laugh before it's cut off with his lips. he kisses you heavily, hand against the back of your head, not allowing you to pull away, not that you want to.

you let himself get lost in your kiss. you wish you had someone to support you in the time you needed most, and you're determined to be that person for rafe now.

rafe easily dominates your mouth even though he's underneath you as you quickly work your shorts off, wiggling against him until your bottom half is nude.

you press against rafes crotch, still covered by his sweatpants. you feel his cock straining against the fabric as you rub your pussy against it, wetting the gray material.

“baby, please.” rafe groans. he would pull his cock out himself, but his hands are preoccupied holding you close to him as if his life depends on it.

“oh, now you don't like teasing?” you smile.

“alright, i deserve this.” rafe also manages a chuckle despite his straining erection. “but please. need to feel your pussy ‘round me.”

“alright.” you roll your eyes dramatically. you'll have to get revenge on rafe at a different time for edging you the other night.

you push his pants down his thighs until you're able to reach into his underwear and pull out his cock. you give him a few quick strokes before lining up your entrance and sinking down.

rafe let's out a moan, barely pulling his face away from yours. “you're so wet.”

“it's almost like i like you or something.” you roll your eyes.

rafe laughs before kissing you again, hand moving up to your hair, tangling his fingers between the strands.

you sit on his cock for a moment, adjusting, before beginning to move, up then down, up then down, subtle movements of your hips, not needing anything fast, wanting drawn out, wanting it to last.

the movie is long over by the time rafe finally cums, a hand finally moving down to rub your clit to make sure you get off at the same time as his.

by the time you're both satisfied, you're sweaty and exhausted. you don't even bother to pull off his cock as you rest your head against his chest.

“thank you.” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your back. you don't need to ask what for. you know. for being there. you'll always be there.

you look up at him, a small smile on your face. “how are we gonna tell people we met?”

things are quickly getting serious, and while he hasn't breached the subject with you yet, neither of you have been hiding how quickly you're falling.

“what, you think it's a problem that we met when i was robbing you?” rafe says, making you giggle, only intensified by his hand pressing into your side, fingers tickling you as you howl with laughter.

rafe flips you over onto your back so you're underneath him, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“maybe we should just tell people we met on tinder.” rafe shrugs.

you roll your eyes. “somehow that's more embarrassing.”

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filmgifs · 2 months

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We call them the Plastics 'cause they're shiny, fake and hard. Yeah, that's Gretchen Wieners. She knows everything about everybody. That's why her hair's so big. It's full of secrets. And that's Karen Shetty. She's the dumbest person you'll ever meet. I once saw her put a D in the word "orange." Oh, Lord, it's the Queen Bee. My name is Regina George.

— Mean Girls (2024) dir. Samantha Jayne & Arturo Perez Jr.

#mean girls 2024 #meangirlsedit #filmedit #2020s #comedy #musical #gif #liz #reneé rapp #avantika #bebe wood

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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not sure if you’ve done this before but how about rockstar!eddie with his shy gf <33

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

"Come on," Eddie begs, eyes shiny and lip wobbling in an overzealous, cartoonish pout, "Please?"

"Eddie I- I can't!" You shake your head frantically, "They'd all see me, and- and I'd just be up there on stage in front of everyone!"

"I know, but they'll love you," Eddie gushes, squeezing your hands in his, "Promise!"

"I don't know," You deliberate, and at the soft sting of tears behind your eyes, you will yourself to calm down. It doesn't work, though, and Eddie sees a thin sheen gloss over your eyes.

"Hey," He loosens his grip on your hands, shoulders relaxing from where he'd squeezed them to accentuate his pleading, "It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to."

"But you want me to," Your lip trembles, and Eddie's stomach drops, "And- and I want to make you happy, Eddie. I just- I don't think I can, I'll burst into tears and embarrass myself and-!"

"Hey," He repeats, soft and grounding, "You're okay. You don't have to come up on stage. I'd only like it if you were having a good time, and you won't, so you shouldn't. Just stay back here and cheer for me, okay?"

"But I always do that," You sniffle, "And- and this time I want to be in the crowd or something, you have to know that I care!"

"I do know that you care," Eddie promises, and his eyes flicker backwards at the roar of the crowd. They're being announced, and they'll need to go out soon, "Baby, no one else would sit on a lumpy leather couch that smells like weed for three hours and listen to Greg talk about how hard it is to determine fake tickets from real tickets for me. I know that you care."

You let out a feeble, watery giggle at his gentle jab towards Greg, one of their staff. He's nice, he's just.. talkative.

"If you think that you can handle the crowd, then you know you're always allowed wherever you want. But if you're not, if it'll be too noisy or cramped," He leans in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, "Stay here, and watch on the monitors. I know where the cameras are, I'll look for you, honey."

"Eddie?" You call as he drops your hands, rushing to stand in position to be revealed to the crowd. Gareth shoots you a sympathetic smile while he tugs Eddie along, sorry to cut your discussion short, but Eddie's eyes are focused on you.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," You wave tearily at him, smiling shakily at the kiss that he blows you, "I love you."

He's whisked away on stage before he can get a chance to reply, but you know he loves you back. The first thing that he does, though, when the crowd dies down enough to hear his voice, is find the central camera, leaning in with a lovesick grin, and in front of the entire audience, promises, "I love you too, sweetheart."

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weird-an · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove is trash and he knows it. He's worth nothing, but he looks shiny on the outside - good enough for people to enjoy him for a while and then toss him away for the real deal.

He still isn't even sure why Harrington indulges sometimes. True, Billy is a good fuck. He's got a tight ass and can swallow King Steve whole - which is kind of an accomplishment.

But Billy is trash and Harrington can afford so much more. Maybe Harrington enjoys it, because Billy is the poster boy of "no future", the one that has to be a secret, the one that takes what he can get, won't tell and won't make claims later.

This is why it hits him so hard. When Harrington cups his cheeks and peppers his face with kisses. Kisses the bruise on his collarbone and takes his time with him. Like Billy is some chick he takes out for dinner later and introduces to his parents. Harrington pets his hair and gets him off slowly and careful, like Billy's about to break if he's pushing any harder.

Billy cries on the way home and tells himself it's better to stop fooling around with Harrington. Because whatever that was, it wasn't meant for Billy. Maybe Harrington was imagining Wheeler or whoever. A person, not a body.

He can't stay away from Harrington though, because Harrington gives him a crooked smile with his biggest doe eyes and next thing he knows, Billy is riding him on the backseat of the BMW.

It happens again. When Billy's got a black eye, because his dad is angry and Billy chose the wrong moment to walk into the kitchen.

Harrington takes him home and wraps Billy in the softest blanket, kisses him like Billy holds a value, like he means something. Like he isn't a fake jewel you can buy at the mall, but the real thing people have to save a shit ton of money for to even consider buying.

Harrington tears Billy apart with his kindness, with his attention, with his big brown eyes looking at him like he's worried. Which is wrong, because no one gets worried about trash except when it piles up in front of your house.

"Don't go home," Harrington says like they're in a cheap TV drama, thrusting slowly into him. "I don't want you to get hurt again."

"I have to," Billy answers hoarsely, more speaking to himself than to Harrington. Because he has to, because he can't stay or he'll get this idea in his head that this means something.

The next time Billy is wiping away the blood dripping from his nose, Harrington pulls him into the hug, ignoring Billy's blood tainting his expensive shirt.

"I love you," he whispers in his ear and Billy wants to say no you don't, but his head is hurting and Harrington's words feel warm and tender and Billy wants it to be the truth.

Because even though Billy is trash, he wants to be worth something.

#ngl i kinda love this one #billy hargrove makes me sad sometimes #harringrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove deserved better

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midnightstargazer · 2 months

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Taylor Swift lyrics for the Marauders Era characters

James

The tricky thing is yesterday, we were just children, playing soldiers, just pretending, dreaming dreams with happy endings

It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Lily

So you were never a saint, and I've loved in shades of wrong, we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave and wild

The whole school is rolling fake dice, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger, and it's so quiet in the world tonight

Sirius

I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad, and that must be why

I rewind the tape, but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost, sending signals to be double-crossed

Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing that will find you the right thing

Remus

You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding

You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart

I've been having a hard time adjusting, had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

Peter

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side, it's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win

Narcissa

I want you to know, I'm a mirrorball, I could change everything about me to fit in

And I feel my castles crumbling down, and I watch all my bridges burn to the ground, and you don't want to know me, I will just let you down, you don't want to know me now

Andromeda

Holding my breath, slowly, I said, you don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

And I can still see it all in my mind, all of you, all of me, intertwined, I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden

Bellatrix

They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true

Regulus

When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe

And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons, and now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

Snape

I don't trust nobody, and nobody trusts me

All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret

You're on your own, kid, you always have been

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 9 months

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More Nonsense from My Ambrosius Stan Account Post:

As someone who got on Tumblr a couple years ago not really knowing the culture and rarely posts because I don't think anyone cares about the silly worms in my brain I'd like to give everyone who thought it was funny and left a like or a tag or a reblog a very I Love You and here is some more thoughts about it I had through the day that I thought nobody would care about but am posting now

The account was named @gold_loin_love and gained notoriety for being the only stan account Ambrosius actually followed

During the live stream Ballister answered the questions (that he had his followers submit beforehand) while still in character, despite the fact that he was laughing his ass off and Ambrosius was with him.

Example: "'Do you think Ballister and Ambrosius are going to get divorced?' Absolutely. They're terrible together and honestly not even cute. They probably had some cringy beach wedding with their weird pink child officiating. Ew, next question"

Ambrosius would frequently interject

"Do I think Ambrosius was toxic for cutting off Ballister's arm?"

Ambrosius, stealing the phone: "Yes he needs to be cancelled immediately."

Ballister, taking it back: "Wrong that weird creep deserved it to be honest"

He read a couple questions that were defending him and after giving them his joke answer about how they were wrong, thanked them sincerely

(sad time) The first thing he posted after the events of the movie, during which he obviously wasn't posting although how fucking funny would it have been to be Ambrosius and see Ballister's fake stan account post "lol get his ass I hope he died" over footage of him MAIMING HIM in light of all that was happening was "I'm sorry that I've been gone, the death of the Queen really took a toll on me, she was a real role model and inspiration of mine. I'm especially sorry to Ambrosius. I wish I hadn't run away. I wish I'd been there for you through all this, I know it must have been so hard. I really hope everyone forgives him."

(sad time over, silliness resumed) He'd use the account to make fun of Ambrosius and himself in every capacity imaginable

"Check out what Ambrosius wore to the national conference, I love how it's so shiny you can't tell how busy and incongruent the patterns are 😍 we love a maximalist king!!!"

"Ballister Ballhard surprises nobody wearing armor he got at the emo booth of a Renaissance Fair."

There is so much potential for this and I'd love to see more of Ballister being a silly goofball

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #idk tumblr culture if i do something wrong pls tell me #im always scared to post if i might commit a faux pas #and to the people who said they'd want to draw this or write or read about it #you have my every permission #and i love you #if someone made something inspired by my cringe brain?#id cry so hard i threw up from love #ive stolen so many people's headcanons for the jumbled fic in my google drive that will never see the light of dat

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epicsteddieficrecs · 1 year

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | April 24th-May 7th 2023

Seems like spring has finally arrived for good and I am quite happy about it :)

Complete

🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 35K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.

the reason comes (on the common tongue) by Beachfckerblake/ @stevebckley (Post-S2, A/B/O AU | 6K | Explicit): Eddie keeps Steve from succumbing to isolation syndrome after the fight with Billy and Steve offers to pay him back in a very creative way.

lose control by NicoBloodlust (PWP | 3K | Explicit): Steve has a plan. He’s going to seduce Eddie, but like, in a subtle way. Like he’s not trying at all like it's effortless. Except he’s actually trying really hard. He wants to make Eddie want him so badly, he’ll have no choice but to do something about it.

put your wings on me by hitlikehammers (Post-S4 | 4K | Mature): “Sorry. Again,” Steve breathes out once more like it’s Eddie’s for the taking, like they’re shotgunning just the fact of life between them and nothing more; “if that’s selfish.” — Or: a story about edibles, feelings, and the butterfly effect.

a cinematic vision ensued (like the holiest dream) by fivecenturiesverse/ @fivecenturiesverse (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Eddie and Steve have been spending a lot of time together since Vecna. They're co-parenting kids, getting high every night, and sleeping in the same bed. They basically share a wardrobe too. He thinks this is dangerous, its like they’re married, the casual sharing of intimacy, this space between them which feels like something and nothing all at the same time. He thinks it’s dangerous for him to pretend Steve sees it the same way, that one day Steve’s droopy, kind eyes are going to see right through him and he’ll lose this. This being a side of Steve’s bed that is his, a nightstand where his rings always pile, a draw of shirts in Steve’s bedroom that only Steve uses. He can’t lose it, so he shuts his mouth, turns out the light, and watches the slow breathing of sleep fill Steve’s chest.

like, for real? by NicoBloodlust (Post-S4 | 4K | Mature): But nothing could ever prepare him for what Steve does. Because Steve, fucking- Steve stands in front of him, close, really close, and looks at him, slowly and deliberately. Eddie can follow the exact path his eyes make, to his eyes, down his nose, over his jaw and chin, and finally, his lips. They linger there and then- then Steve takes a deep breath, so deep his chest rises and brings them even closer together and, still staring at Eddie with hooded, shiny, beautiful brown-green eyes, he sighs slowly. But it’s not just a sigh, it’s a sound, an almost but not quite moan.

where it counts by Adure/ @toburnup (Post-S4, PWP | 4K | Explicit): They finish the movie and when Steve pulls away, it's like Eddie's been branded, Steve's palm permanently emblazoned on his skin through his jeans. He must notice Eddie's hard-on but he doesn't say anything. They talk about the movie while Eddie keeps the blanket piled in his lap and wills his dick to calm down. "Next week?" Eddie asks on his way out, voice clumsy, tripping between words. "Yeah," Steve holds the door open for him, smiles easily like Eddie's not holding his jacket in front of him. So fucking obvious. "Next week."

a meeting between pages by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Canon Divergent, S2 | 2K | Teen): There’s a table in the school library that’s nestled in the corner, right by a radiator; Steve has claimed it ever since his double block of ‘private study periods’ began. And it would be perfect, if his eyes weren’t instinctively drawn to movement at the front desk.Because for the past god-knows-how-long, Eddie Munson has been in a back-and-forth with the librarian.

an unconventional lookout spot by loveinhawkins/@loveinhawkins (Post-S3 | < 1K | General): It’s a long summer’s day—August 1985, to be precise—and all Eddie Munson wants to do is leave a broken down fridge in the junkyard. “I don’t know if you can dump those here, actually,” comes a voice from somewhere above. Eddie looks up and seriously contemplates the possibility that he’s contracted heatstroke while straining to remove the fridge from the back of his van. Because surely that’s not Steve Harrington sitting up on the roof of an old school bus like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do.

in for a penny, in for a pound by crushing (PWP, Virgin Eddie, Daddy Kink | 12K | Explicit): steve and eddie have been busy wasting time, getting high and telling dirty little secrets. the biggest of which being eddie's virginity and steve's seemingly insatiable lust. and maybe the crush they're both harboring.

WIP

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 30/? | 158K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 7/10 | 27K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

In Just Seven Days by Oddree13 (Modern AU, Fake Relationship | 3/7 | 6K | Mature): Steve doesn’t exactly care about relationships anymore. Not after Nancy broke his heart and Billy broke his face. He’s bored and just going through the motions the first time it happens. Noelle asks him on Monday if he’s busy that coming Friday and Steve figures why not? He takes her to the movies on Friday, takes her to bed on Saturday, and on Sunday he lets her down gently. She takes it in stride, and the next Monday it’s Jocelyn at his locker. Then Ginny. Then Cami. Soon a rumor starts that Steve Harrington will accept anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the week and end their relationship after seven days of dating. Eddie doesn’t believe the rumors. After all, to say Steve Harrington would ignore the glaring asterisk of heteronormativity is just insane. But when he catches the King being tardy on a Monday he puts his theory to the test. Suddenly Eddie has a boyfriend for the next seven days. Now he just has to not fall in love.

No More Retreating by 3MinsOver (Post-S4 | 4/5 | 39K | Explicit): When Eddie Munson doesn’t kick the bucket in the Upside Down, he realizes there are a whole load of things he might have died without doing. And who’s there to help him out? Why, Steve Harrington, of course.

oh, just one night more (and then i'll close the door) by Smalls (Time Travel, Post-S4 Fix-It | 13/25 | 33K | Mature): Steve closed his eyes, raised a hand to wipe the tears pouring down his face, and spared a moment to wish that he could go back in time. He thinks if given the chance, he could have become friends with Eddie. That things could have been different. Then he heard a horn blaring and abruptly remembered he was driving. *** (or steve has a lot of regrets and the universe decides to let him try and fix a few)

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #epic steddie fic rec #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

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nress · 2 months

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We call those three the plastics, they're shiny fake and hard~

In case it's not clear, left to right it's heather (Gretchen), Alejandro (Regina) and Justin (karen)

#total drama #td heather #td alejandro #td justin #mean girls #another mean girls x total drama art bc its been on my mind a lot #total drama art

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jugglingjujube · 3 months

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the idea of dying yarn based on the locked tomb has been bouncing around my head for about a year. I haven't because the houses are kinda colour coded so I thought it would be pretty boring but now I'm rotating it in my head again and maybe...

First House: The first house doesn't have assigned colours but I'm a bright ocean blue that is glazed with an orche brown-yellow (kinda like dipping paper in tea to fake age it). This will also make it a little green which is nice.

Second House: Half the skein red, half white. The second house is very regimented so bold colourblocking feel like it fits. I might do narrow striped of something else between the red and white (maybe Pyrrha related) so it's less candy cane.

Third House: Heavily speckled gold and lilac purple on a white base. I can use yarn that has gold stellina so it's shiny. Basically just going for as gilded and shiny as possible.

Fourth House: A deep navy blue and white dyed using some fun techniques for a variegated colourway. Throw some speckles on there maybe for Isaac's hair (the orange would be a good contrast). They're kids so I want it to be fun and explosive and honestly kind of a lot.

Fifth House: Brown and gold is actually a really nice combination and I want to make this somehow intricate like veins of gold on a brown base. Maybe reverse speckling would work?

Sixth House: A very boring put pretty tonal grey. I have actually done this and then proceeded to knit a shirt out of it specifically because it looked like something Camilla Hect would wear.

Seventh House: Pale green with a an very light grey base. I want something very artistic and lovely. Maybe some speckles in a darker green because this colourway will be very pale I considered red speckles for coughing up blood but I don't think I'll go there.

Eighth House: So tempted to just use white undyed yarn. The absolutely slightest hint of a beige tonal. One of those extremely neutral colours that the Scandinavian knitters love to use on plain sockinettte sweaters.

Ninth House: I'm trying so hard not to make it just black. Maybe have some sections of red (Gideon's hair) so we get some variations of undertones to the black. Probably won't work but maybe I'll try it.

So now I ... might actually dye these. Stay tuned (it might be a few months)

#jujube knits #the locked tomb #ideas #yarn

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thedomesticanthropologist · 4 days

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Ah. It is very hard to not have a person that is My Person. I've always had one, or- thought I did. Perception being everything, that void was filled.

My first one I lost when I was still very young, and I held onto her and waited for her for decades before allowing myself to realize she hadn't been there since elementary school. My loyalty and love so deep, waiting on a ghost.

Another dear Person I kept and kept and kept despite their toxicity and leech-like behavior. They were my Friend, but 18 years on I finally had to cut them loose when I admitted to myself that I was hanging on to someone who would never do anything aside from drain me.... financially, time-wise, emotionally. It was hard putting my foot down. But that one was my choice.

Then there was... my Person. The one I met in college, who asked me to fake-date her to get back at her friend's for not telling her that they knew her boyfriend was cheating on her. I fell for her, even knowing she wasn't queer, and even when our deep and intense friendship was suddenly put on the back burner when she got herself a new shiny boyfriend, it took me ten years... ten years, to realize she wasn't my Person.

A Person isn't a lover, let me be clear. They're the one that's there for you. A deep friendship, sometimes more, certainly, but not all of these People have been Loves.

So watching her get married was a joy, though I had wanted more, and letting that romantic emotion go away was a easy. You see, I still thought she was my Person. And just this month, after years of not getting reached out to, of me doing all the work to see her, just this month did it finally click in, a decade after thinking this was my Person, that she isn't. She never has been. I just thought she was.

I have a partner I'm married to. I have children. I have family that love me. I am blessed and grateful in many ways.

But I have no friend who is my Person. The one who sees me. The one who thinks about me as often as I them, who plans together and cares the same way.

I have a lot of ghosts of people I thought were more than they ever were.

And today, scrolling through my phone contacts and my social media I really had it hit home.

I don't have... anyone, anywhere close to the brief flickers of closeness I'd had with these ghosts. Online friends who I've never met in person come as close as possible, but no one I can touch. Or invite over. Visit, hug, plan things with, talk to in person.

I am surrounded by the ghosts of those who moved on, and the transparent holograms of friends I cannot reach.

It is.... lonely.

#personal

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Koyoi, Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo - By Yatsuhashi Hachi (8/10)

A fake yandere? It's not love at first sight. In this case it's marriage-of-convenience-at- first-sight. Can any real love develop between a man who kills for a living, and a woman who suffered as a slave? It's not love. It's just business, but soon lots of bodies start to pile up around the new young lady of the Lorenzi family.

Rita is starving, ragged, and alone. Her single gold eye has brought her nothing but suffering. Having gold eyes makes you the most expensive item at any slave market.

The buyers don't listen to crying or begging. Tragically, Rita has parents. It's been many years, but they never looked for her. Her life is one big tragedy. The life of a slave is pure nothingness. Rita is a trophy. An unloved and shiny and rare one.

It's a terrible thing to be.

She is saved by a handsome man named Albert. He proposes to her as soon as she is free. He buys her life with money and a smile. He does seem genuinely kind.

He explains why he wants her honestly. Golden eyes are a quasi-religious symbol of prosperity. The Lorenzi mafia family is actually distantly connected to the Golden Eyed natives who used to reside on Carina Island.

Albert is annoyed. He's tired of being harassed by weak women who want his cash. He is a real mafia head, who kills people. His gang is popular with the locals. He owns many mansions, so naive young and wealthy ladies flock to him. They are useless to him, and he hates going through the same song and dance. Every time a woman falls for him she follows him around. She flirts. She gets too close, and then she sees his gun in action. Then, he watches her innocent love turn into disgust. It hurts him, but he won't admit that.

There's no such thing as a handsome mafia prince.

Albert would rather have a quiet, obedient bride. One that won't fear him and demand love so hypocritically.

Conveniently, Rita cannot speak. The constant abuse she has endured over the years stole her voice.

She's perfect.

Albert dresses Rita in fine clothes. He introduces her to the people of the island. The public's reaction is mostly positive. The Golden Eye of prosperity gets a strong reaction from almost everyone. Milena, a girl who has loved Albert for years, harasses Rita. Then, Rita has to accept her pity. When Milena realizes Rita can't talk she immediately apologizes...because Albert's pitiful disabled fiance is too pathetic to fight.

Albert, of course, realizes that sentiment is a cutting insult. He threatens her like a loving and protective husband would. He does it for his own image and goals. Rita is by his side to keep other women away. She calls him out on his bullshit, but he just smiles. He abmits he will never be kind without ulterior motives.

Rita is the perfect slave bride. Her parents tried to sell her, but she ran away. Her only real mother figure, Oliga, found her in the woods. Oliga raised her with fine manners and a full education. Oliga was once a noble woman, before her family fell. She tells Rita to stay alive and fight for her place in the world. Oliga was already very old when she found Rita. She dies a few years later, and Rita is quickly captured because of her lovely eye.

While Rita is acting like a good wife she gets captured. Two men steal her. They're worthless goons, sent by a bigger fish. Albert wants that big fish. He uses Rita as bait. The entire island thinks he's in love with his spoiled and pretty bride.

When he massacres everyone involved it looks like a necessary, and passionate, act.

Rita has had a hard life. Albert seems to think he's the only person in the world with a heavy past. Rita was a literal slave. She knows evil when she sees it. She knows his massacre wasn't love, and she immediately figures out what he did. Her abduction was too convenient. He saved her too easily. He was too calm the whole time.

So, she slaps him.

She doesn't run, because she has no where else to go. She returns to the mansion after the slap, like a badass.

This is where the real story begins. Guess what? Albert falls in love after that slap. He's suddenly willing to make Rita "comfortable" with sweet words and...gasp...an occasional outing??? How generous. He originally planned to leave her in a countryside house, alone for the rest of her days. What a shift. Now he's really spoiling her.

(Heavy sarcasm)

There are some pretty big hints.

In the beginning Albert did not watch over Rita. He made his men do it, and he wasn't interested in her past. Now, he knows where she is and what she's doing all the time. Her every move, no matter how minor, is reported to him.

He also feels jealousy, a new thing for him, when he sees Rita joking around with his best friend. He even, ever so gently, warns his best friend (and servant). Emilio laughs in his face, and says that must be his love. His incomprehensible, cold love. The love he wasn't able to express before, because his other suitors were too cowardly. Rita is no coward. She has not cried or begged for her freedom even once. She wants to learn about the Lorenzi family, and she wants to clean to earn her bed and meals. Her eye isn't the only thing interesting about her.

Albert has been disappointed by love too many times. If he doesn't send Rita to a safe countryside prison, he'll have to do more killing. If he wants her by his side, instead of out of sight, that comes with a heavy blood cost. He starts to come to terms with his crush on his wife. The security around her gets tighter, and the target on her head gets bigger.

Rita isn't just a trophy anymore.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #potential yandere #Koyoi #Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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Okay so, originally, I pitched this on discord:

Ahsoka… but distressed dapper. She's still a tog and all, but she's otherwise right out of a film noir setting. Rugged Detective. If Anakin were still around he'd be freaking out over the cigarette.

@jebiknights responded with:

this is a great image for post-jedi Ahsoka but also ngl part of my brain went straight to padawan Ahsoka trying to solve a mystery in the temple pretending to be a noir detective, sucking on a lollipop with a fake mustache like Nino did in s4 of Miraculous Ladybug fdijirdgjs She hasn't received shadow or spy training yet shes got a long way to go 😂 she hums her own theme music whenever she can get away with it

And we were off to the races!

I met us in the middle: after she leaves but before RotS.

Her sleuthing leads to Sidious through the most ludicrously indirect route possible.

She's not even a PI. She's a mechanic on the lower levels. She just stumbled into a thing and put on a costume to hide her identity through judicious use of Hat.

She's got an apartment across the hall from some girls who work in the red light district and one time some guys were harassing them and Ahsoka kicked them out through judicious use of Armbars And Catching Punches, which was impressive without being actively violent or revealing her Force abilities, and it was... fine? They're friends now, have pizza once in a while. Ahsoka likes hearing about their lives.

But then they decided to come to her for advice on a whole Thing at work, where they overheard some stuff about a drug deal that's taking place worryingly close, and maybe she could just keep an eye out when the deal goes down in case things go south? Please?

Ahsoka does so. She overhears things about the war in the deal (which is about information, not drugs), and. Well. She doesn't want to call home for help when she's making a whole point about needing to find herself away from them, so maybe she can just do a little digging of her own?

The red light girls insist she needs a cool outfit for her PI work (they do not care that it's not PI work). They are very excited about this.

At some point she runs into a junior Corrie Guard and steals him for a bit. He is officially "missing" and unofficially Fox was just like "fuck it, sure, help the shiny not-Jedi, I don't care." Now Ahsoka has a clone roommate/sidekick/backup who is, in fact, much more experienced in this than she is, but also has far fewer contacts and resources since they can't use CG databases while they're running this op. Meanwhile, Ahsoka has Friends, and some of her friends know a guy who knows a guy.

Fox doesn't tell the Jedi because technically this doesn't involve them (Ahsoka didn't mention the war stuff), and he has an Outside Contractor and a Coruscant Guard working on it.

He'll let them know if it goes anywhere, but for now he's assuming it's grandstanding lowlifes, and will leave it to the baby Jedi and babier Guard.

jebiknights:

a probably way too young cg helping Ahsoka while Fox aggressively pretends it isn't happening has such good- ohmygod this has psych vibes just a lil bit I've been on a psych comparison kick lately tho so

Ahsoka is trying so hard to be cool

listen psych is my favorite framework for the consulting detective schtick lmaooo AND SHES TRYING SO HARD but shes like what 16? just not there and living in the non-jedi/non-battlefront world for the first time sidgier

Her hypercompetent psychic is a babyfaced 9yo

i was thinking that she would be the psychic bc jedi but honestly convincing everyone that its the shiny corrie is so much funnier also just imagining all the stupid names they call each other as aliases

Sidekick I meant hypercomptetent sidekick

that… makes more sense ngl i was ready to yes and you all the way tho turn it into a gods whats the Jude Law movie where "Watson" is the genius who hires an actor to play "Sherlock" and has him pretend to be the genius or st?

I am, however, open to a Detective Conan situation, which has a lot more context so I'll actually use a different reference and say she pulls a Cyrano de Bergerac.

Ahsoka is stage-whispering instructions to her Corrie Guard, feeding him lines so he can pretend to be psychic while she sneaks around with significantly less eyes on her.

Also the red light girls stay involved they are so excited to Help even though Ahsoka keeps trying to keep them uninvolved for Safety. The girls love teasing her shiny friend. Please remember that all of this nonsense is happening while Ahsoka tries to dress like a prototypical film noir detective.

wait wait wait but if we go back to the original gag of, lowkey being a lil Psych/chaotic Sherlock inspired… shiny being a baby medic?? he tries to be a voice of reason but also enjoys the chaos too much, gets wayyyy too into the play acting and bad covers, but also knows how to patch up the reckless former jedi lol. Ahsoka sometimes just showing up in the Corrie medbay not for a check up but to drag the shiny into shenanigans

Fuck yeah, baby shiny Guard is now a baby shiny medic (Guard). Ahsoka regularly sneaks in through the vents to kidnap him.

Quinlan figures out she's doing Things through psychometry by accident but decides to let sleeping dogs lie until she finally shows up a the Jedi's door like "hey I need help."

The Jedi and various commanders all think it's a standard "the world is bigger and harsher than I thought and as a teen I want to come back to stability," but instead... it's "Chancellor's a Sith Lord."

Though tbh the shiny might just suggest she go to Quinlan first.

REAJGRIGJAERI Quinlan was not prepared for this at all I'm just imagining him as the airplane gag where every new thing Ahsoka reveals is just "I picked a bad day to stop [addiction]"

tbh I initially pitched the AU for Gay Reasons and that's why I was thinking post-RotS but I am now in love with mostly-competent-fumbling teen Ahsoka and her shiny friend.

#Ahsoka Tano #Original Clone Characters #Commander Fox #Original Characters #Quinlan Vos #star wars #the clone wars #film noir #kinda #psych #phoenix posts

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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Claudia has a pet dragon AU

cute ideas that @strayheartless and I chatted about <3

Claudia probably had a pet dragon at some point that still visits and bothers her for snacks

Dragon: *tail wagging, dancing around, breathing fire* Claudia: *shoves its nose away* go on, git, I ain't got nothin more for ya, you ate all my wolf liver!

Dragon: *rolls on its back asking for belly rubs*

Claudia: ugh, fine. *Delivers belly rubs* Go on, ya daft dragon, I'm taking Cloud to school!

The villagers: ...

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Claudia and her dragon had their babies around the same time, and babysat for each other.

Claudia and Dragon Mama exchange snacks occasionally; Claudia brings special parts of her kills that she and Cloud shouldn't eat, and Dragon Mama sometimes drops off whole carcasses.

Dragon: this deer ain't worth my time, but I killed it and Claudia might give me wolf liver if I drop by!

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Mama Dragon is named Asil, and Baby Dragon is named Knarf. Because backwards, that's Lisa Frank, and they look like Lisa Frank characters. And they're scratch-n-sniff.

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AGSZC visit Nibelheim and AGSZ are panicked when Cloud hears a dragon in the distance and runs off to confront it...only to discover Cloud GIGGLING and play-fighting it. They are more concerned about the giggling, as they've never heard it before.

They expected the Steve Irwin vibes from Zack, who has a pet sahagin in Gongaga, but Cloud was a surprise (he shouldn't have been, he's feral AF).

AGSZC: *walking to Nibelheim*

Dragon: ROAR

Angeal: We'd better steer clear, right Cloud? Cloud?! CLOUD!!!

Zack: Where did he even go?! That was so fast!

Sephiroth: Towards the dragon.

Genesis: Of fucking course.

AGSZ: *runs up just in time to see cloud, unarmed, jump on a dragon*

Cloud: KNARF YOU FUCKER I GOT YOU FIRST WAIT NO NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OFF

The dragons immediately like Zack because all animals immediately like Zack.

Angeal wins them over through snacks.

And they're obsessed with Genesis' sword and materia, and Sephiroth's hair.

They keep Sitting On Sephiroth and grooming his hair or staring at it, and they keep trying to steal Gen's stuff. You wouldn't think a puppy-lizard-cat is very sneaky when it's the size of a house, but clearly you would be wrong

Sephiroth: Please, Miss, I don't know how dragon saliva affects hair, and I can't afford for it to go spiky like Cloud's.

Asil: *still sitting on him and licking*

(turns out it's really really good for hair and makes it thick, shiny, and healthy...after you wash out the top layer of slime)

Knarf and Asil leave Genesis gifts when they steal from him. Sometimes it's worthless crap like a leaf or a rodent carcass; sometimes it's sparkling gems, rare materia, or their own scales, which are hard to come by. There is no pattern.

Genesis tries to bargain with them, bringing an assortment of Wall Market jewelry.

Genesis: Shall we trade? What will you give me for this diamond necklace?

Knarf: *holds up a leaf*

Genesis: How about this fake ruby bracelet?

Knarf: *5 rare materia*

Genesis: Ok, then you must give me something great for this fake ruby necklace, which only differs from the bracelet in that it is longer...

Knarf: *dead skunk plops on Genesis' head*

Talking about their childhoods:

Sephiroth: My sperm donor would order me to kill kittens.

Genesis: My parents didn't care, but my nanny would hit me with a ruler.

Zack: I'd be sent out into the backwoods to work off my energy and made friends with monsters!

Cloud: I'd go to air jail, where Asil would pick me up by my shirt and dangle me in the air.

Angeal: MY MOTHER SENT ME TO TIME OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR CHILDHOODS

Air jail:

I'd like to think that Sephy starts to have his breakdown, Claudia hears about it and the mysterious head in the reactor, and then sends the boys to help Seph while she and Asil take care of Jenova.

Asil both sits on Jenova and incinerates her, while Claudia shoots Jenova with her biggest shotgun.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #claudia strife

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