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lvrcpid · 1 year

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tiktok famous - modern!au

includes! : ao’nung being ao’nung. use of y/n. gn!reader

if modern!avatar had tiktok!

lo’ak

— his @ is probably like @/yourmom69

— he’s so corny

— he doesn’t post anything but him doing tiktok dances

— he’s stiff as hell too

— HE GETS LIKES AND VIEWS THOUGH DONT PLAY WITH LO’AK

— probably some sad attempts at getting sturdy.

— probably looks like he’s gonna break a hip and throw something out of place

neteyam

— his @ is @teyams or something like that

— is one of those users who promotes his twitch streams

— he probably plays horror games and minecraft ngl

— his ass would make a minecraft village and make it all pretty

— occasional “thirst traps”

— they aren’t even really thirst traps it’s just him sitting

— THE GIRLS GO FERAL THO SO SLAY IG

kiri

— our girl is an editor

— behind the scenes QUEEN

— her @ is probably @/erenstanz

— mostly attack on titan edits

— pretty popular

— 1.3 million likes anyone?

— posts herself one in a while

— she most likely made her own logo and has her own little “producer tag” at the beginning of her edits

tuk

— QUEEN HAS A WHOLE SLIME ACCOUNT

— her @ is @/tukslimereviews

— the camera is always at weird angles but girlie makes it work

— her slime reviews are very honest and good for a 8 year old???

— PARENTAL CONTROLS.

— probably hacked it and is making fun of her brothers on a burner account

— tuk cyber bully era

— girlie reposts barbie reviews and watches those roblox roleplay videos

ao’nung

— LIGHTSKIN FACE TM

— @/theyhate_nung is his @ LIKE YOU ARE UNKNOWN MOVE

— always making thirst traps. like get a hobby

— posts his basketball highlights like someone gives a damn

— you do but whatever

— probably features you in a lot of his tiktoks

— “this my girl/boy/partner- “please shut the hell up”

— does that weird arm swing that the boys do

— ICK CENTRAL

— he still gets hella likes though.

— for doing NOTHING

tsireya

— her @ is @/reyatime

— she probably posts really aesthetic content like those really well edited day in my life vids

— probably posts singing covers

— FIT INSPO LEGEND

— does those big sister talks for her followers

— hair tutorials for her curly haired followers

— probably is really famous on tiktok ngl

— UNPROBLEMATIC QUEEN

y/n

— you probably post guitar covers

— your @ is probably something like @/(y/n)scorner

— or really aesthetic content

— you are gilmore girls

— you probably voice a lot of your opinions

— you do little ted talks

— probably dank humor

— A LOT OF YELLING IN YOUR CAR???

— yelling does equal funny idc what anyone says.

a.n // three posts in one day???? i am feeding y’all say thank you sae- no i’m just joking but i’m on break and have a lot of free time so TEEHEE love you baby gworls

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #awotw #jake sully x reader #kiri x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #modern!avatar

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chronicowboy · 26 days

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all you have to do is call my name (i'll be there)

There are thundering footsteps and then the owner of the voice pops around the corner and Eddie. Well, three things happen to Eddie simultaneously: his eyes bug out of his head, he chokes on his own saliva and he almost falls off his stool.

Eddie had heard a lot about Buck. Hen, Karen, Bobby, Athena, May, Carla, even Harry and Denny. They'd all sung the man's praises. He was kind and compassionate, driven and caring, helpful and loyal to a fault, a damn good cook and a cracking coffee dealer, he was, according to the kids, the coolest man alive too. So, Eddie had heard a lot about this mystery diner owner and he'd kind of curated a vague picture of him in his mind. Someone around Bobby's age or, quite possibly, looking very much like Bobby—although, he'll admit, May had corrected him on his assumption that Buck was Bobby's son (he just spoke about Buck so paternally).

Its safe to say, he's not expecting this. Because Buck is... Look, Eddie's never been all that attuned to hotness. Sure, he finds people beautiful. Attraction is different for him, though. He and his ex-wife had started hot and heavy because Shannon was confident and eager in a way that made Eddie's stomach flip. Of course, that had been their downfall in the end. But, the point is, he's not one of those guys who just looks at someone and is like woah. Until now apparently.

Because Buck is an Adonis of a man. And Eddie doesn't use that word lightly, but there's no other way to describe him. He's huge, six foot, definitely got an inch or two on Eddie himself who's a pretty big guy, and buff. So buff. His arms are like fucking pythons, specifically a python that's swallowed a football, and he's wearing a shirt that must be two sizes too small because it leaves nothing to the imagination. Seriously, nothing. Eddie can see his abs from where he sits, but that has nothing to do with the drool pooling in his mouth. He's all legs too. Like literally so much leg. When Eddie looks him up and down, he swears it takes him thirty seconds to reach the man's waist. And, if all that wasn't enough, he's wearing a fucking backwards baseball cap which Eddie didn't know was a Thing for him until right at this moment. It should probably make the guy look douche-y, but the blinding grin on the guy's face is too reminiscent of the way a golden retriever's tongue lolls out of its mouth to do anything but add to the effect of Buck.

Oh, fuck.

"Hey, what can I get you?" Buck asks, pulling a pencil from behind his ear.

"Uh..." Eddie's mouth is suddenly very, very dry. Buck purses his lips and ducks his head, blushing like he knows exactly what Eddie's thinking.

(OR: the gilmore girls au (from before i could be bothered to edit sorry 🫣))

#sami rambles #yes im promoing it idc #yes i couldn't find rhe original post #buddie fic #my fic

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tv-obssessions · 24 days

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Name:

Carolyn

Age:

30s

What made you fall in love with Gallavich?

I loved watching their love grow; from the young south side boys to the men who are not afraid to show the world how much they love each other. I’ve always loved how they always come back to each other.

How long have you been a fan?

Started watching Shameless a few years ago and never finished after season 8 Gay Jesus. Picked it up again in November 2023 and have been obsessed since.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene?

Ugh, so many to choose from! Top 3:

*The always iconic club kiss 🔥❤️

*The prison mutual ‘I love you’s’ and kiss 🥰❤️

*When Ian admits himself to the hospital and the reassurance and hug Mickey gives to Ian in that time. I knew then they were something special. 🥺💔❤️

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey?

Mandy Milkovich, she’s such a badass, I wish we would hav gotten more of her, especially with Mickey, Ian, & Mandy.

Do you write or draw or make edits?

I wish! 😩 I’m so in awe of all of the talent in this fandom!!! Honestly, y’all are so talented! ❤️

Favourite type of Gallavich fics?

Honestly all! Some days I love me some sweet canon fluff, others a slow angsty burn does the trick. I always love multi-chapter AUs too, I love reading how no matter what these two goobers always find their way to each other! And of course, I love some Gallavich smut 🔥❤️, those two are so obsessed and into each other there is always so much to read! 🤣

Favourite Gallavich quote?

From Mickey: ‘Ian, what you and I have makes me free.’ ❤️❤️🥺❤️❤️

From Ian: ‘I like the way he smells.’ ❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️ and the proceeds to always smush his nose into Mickey when he hug him. 🥺

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself?

Haven’t been in a fandom in quite a while, back to my Gilmore Girls, and Outlander days…so exited to hang out with all you lovey people! Thanks @callivich for encouraging me to jump in!! ❤️❤️

#gallavichintro #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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lightwise · 7 months

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Masterlist

Hey there, friend 🌻 You can call me Light or Lightwise ✨ This is my little corner of Tumblr mostly dedicated to Star Wars (especially the Bad Batch, clone boys, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan). I am a photographer and writer in my early thirties who spent her childhood telling stories to herself while riding her bike in circles around her driveway. Little did I know at the time that would be considered fan fiction and that however many years later I would find myself nerding out in the Star Wars fandom and loving every second of it ✨

I write a lot of in-depth analyses and musings, which are tagged with #somelightramblings | #some light ramblings (for a touch of irony, because they are usually anything but light or short :D).

My image edits are tagged with #somelightedits | #some light edits

My fics/writings are tagged with #lightwisewrites | #lightwise writes

I currently do not take fic requests but you can find my writing (a mix of one-shots and long-form WIPs) on here as well as on AO3.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🤗 and feel free to use my edits for headers or PFPs with credit!

This blog contains both SFW and NSFW content, so minors DNI, 18+ only please and thank you 👀

moon dividers by @djarrex 🩷

Btw, I talk mainly about Star Wars with an emphasis on my favorite Bad Batch Boys, but I love many other fandoms/shows/books as well and welcome any conversations/sliding into my DMs to discuss them or other random (SFW) topics!

Key: 🤔 = long analysis 📷 = image edits (alone or within analysis posts) 🫣 = Potentially disturbing or triggering content (mental health, implied violence or dying, etc.) 🔥 = NSFW/spicy content

My Fics

Plan 99 - Short one-shot fic from Tech's perspective. I wanted to show the thoughts that must have been running through his mind as he fell. The love he has for his family. The peace he has in his decision. (from the season finale of TBB season 2)

Tumblr link | AO3 link

Coming soon: Compass and the North Star (long-form fill in the gaps of TBB season 2, focused on Rex and Echo's efforts to free their clone brothers).

Be There - I had to fill in a couple of moments that we didn’t get in S3 E4 - A Different Approach. Hunter and Crosshair's perspectives on trying to find/escaping with Omega and their impending reunion.

Collaborations:

🔥 Sharp Edges - (with @spicy-clones) (ALL of the spiciness, minors do NOT read!)

Tumblr link | AO3 link

Coming soon: Pabu Wedding (with @drafthorsemath)

Inspired by other fics:

The Adventures of Gonky the Cat - Slight spoiler, Gonky is a cat in the modern AU fic Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below), and I decided to write his backstory/fill in some of his adventures. This is a WIP, currently there are no spoilers in it, but eventually there will be some chapters that give spoilers for later in the story (and will be noted as such).

Gemini Eyes - This one shot fits in as a chapter in between chapters 85 and 87 of Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below). DO NOT read it unless you have made it that far in Mel's work, otherwise you will have pretty significant spoilers. I had a lot of fun working with Mel's versions of each character, and it's always a joy to write Tech's thought processes and mannerisms.

Fic Recs

Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude - by MelMorganne99 over on AO3. It's a clever, emotional, modern AU with Crosshair x OC (and one of the best OC characters I've ever read). This fic helped me understand and appreciate the nuances of Crosshair's personality and emotional journey, and has given me endless writing inspiration. And the author is one of the kindest, most engaging people I've ever met online. Please, please, please do yourself a favor and read it. There are 99 chapters but they're on the short side and full of snarky humor and sometimes surprising cameos. This is a full blown fix it fic too, although not always in the ways you might expect!

The Vacation - by @staycalmandhugaclone is one of the best Crosshair fics (and smut fics in general) I've ever read. The writing style haunts me and both Crosshair and the OC are beautifully characterized.

More will be tagged soon!

Show/Character Analyses & Edits

The Bad Batch

🤔 Know Your Showrunners

🤔 + 📷 Phee and the Bad Batch

🤔 + 📷 Why Mayday is a Mirror of Rex (How Crosshair Predicted His Own Redemption Arc) + an excellent comment addition.

🤔 + 📷 There is Something to be Said for Freedom (Crosshair in The Tipping Point)

🤔 + 📷 Fennec season 3 TBB Predictions

🤔 They Don't Know

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

🤔 + 📷 Tech and Crosshair Parallels

📷 Hunter and Wrecker

📷 Omega Smiling at Crosshair

📷 Separate / Together

🤔 Thoughts on Crosshair's Hand Tremor

🤔 + 📷 Crosshair's Choice

🤔 There is No "We"

🤔 Crosshair Sighs

📷 Recognition

🤔 + 📷 Omega Is Not Okay

📷 Get Up Here

📷 Return to The Outpost - Images Part 1 | Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Full Circle - The Return to The Outpost

📷 Crosshair Portraits

Star Wars (general)

📷 Huyang and Tech

🤔 The Force - Part 1 and Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

Ahsoka

📷 Life and Death (Ahsoka series ep 5 + Tales of the Jedi ep 1)

📷 They Reflect Each Other (Ahsoka and Anakin as master and padawan, Ahsoka series ep 5)

🫣 + 🤔 Ahsoka’s Choice (Ahsoka series ep 5)

🤔 The Face of War (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Red and Blue (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Anakin’s Clone Wars Robes (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Ahsoka’s Direction (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Mandalorian

The Protector (Satine, Bo, & Din as rulers of Mandalore) + excellent comment additions

Episode Reactions

Ahsoka Series: Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4

The Bad Batch (Season 3): Episodes 1-3 | Episode 4 | Episode 6 | Episode 7

Headcanons

Hardcase

Wolffe

Crosshair

Tech

Cody

Jesse and Hunter

Random Musings

Psychometry (Ahsoka)

Hunter and Obi-Wan: Similarities

About Me/Tag Games

15 Questions

TBB Asks Game 1

TBB Asks Game 2

TBB Asks Game 3

TBB Asks Game 4

#lightwisemasterlist #lightwise masterlist #masterlist #my fics #fan fiction #headcanons #long analyses #analysis #somelightramblings #some light ramblings #some light edits #somelightedits #lightwise writes #lightwisewrites

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allwaswell16 · 2 years

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A fic rec of One Direction fics that take place in the Harry Potter universe as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers. You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

🪄 You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

(E, 175k, HP universe, Hogwarts, 7th year, fwb, threesome, quidditch, smut)

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

🪄 The Lone Hydrangea by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 77k, HP universe, post Hogwarts, florist Harry, wizard Harry, muggle Louis, editor Louis, sexual tension, fluff, smut)

the post Hogwarts AU where Harry's a florist, Louis' a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other.

🪄 Know a Trick or Two by @sadaveniren

(E, 44k, one night stand, kid fic, mpreg Harry, mpreg Louis, genderfluid character, quidditch player Louis, muggle Harry, missed connections, smut)

the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

🪄 Magical Soup by gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews

(E, 28k, HP universe, Hogwarts, 7th year, potions, hate to love, virgin Louis, experienced Harry, polyjuice potion, light angst, fluff)

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson's seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he's made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff's resident heartthrob and class clown.

🪄 We Will Find Our Way by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(T, 23k, HP universe, historical, 1970s, Marauders, Quidditch, magic, angst, fluff)

the one where Harry is a Hufflepuff, Louis is a Slytherin and they take midnight walks together.

🪄 Love Like Wildfire by perfectdagger / @whatevertearsyou

(E, 21k, HP universe, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, established relationship, friends to lovers, Hogwarts, fluff, smut)

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal.

🪄 your certain charms by deLILAh

(E, 20k, HP universe, quidditch players, Quidditch World Cup, light bondage, smut)

louis is the reserve-reserve seeker, harry is the quibbler’s brightest new voice, and the quidditch world cup is as good a place to stargaze as any.

🪄 Were We Ever This Young? by @letsjustsee

(E, 17k, HP universe, post Hogwarts, Hogwarts, baker Harry, auror Louis, established relationship, married, flashbacks, coming out, fluff, smut)

Hogwarts AU in which Harry and Louis both return to give talks to seventh years about the 'real world' with slightly varying results. Inspired by the Chilton scene between Rory and Paris in the new Gilmore Girls.

🪄 fake it 'til you make it by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(T, 13k, HP universe, Hogwarts, 7th year, fake/pretend relationship, cheating, friends to lovers)

the one where Harry and Louis are seventh years at Hogwarts and while trying to make Liam jealous, fall in love along the way.

🪄 To Plant New Seeds and Watch Them Grow by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit

(T, 10k, HP universe, historical, 1970s, flower shop, potions, dates, romance)

70s Wizarding Britain isn't the safest place for love between a half-blood and a pureblood to blossom, yet blossom it does.

🪄 All I Needed by @fallinglikethis

(M, 9k, HP universe, Hogwarts, quidditch captain Harry, Slytherin Harry, quidditch captain Louis, Gryffindor Louis, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, scenting, kissing, banter, humor, insecure Harry)

Harry is the omega captain of the Slytherin quidditch team with a team that won't listen to him.

🪄 for a spell that can't be broken by outofthewoods / @butyouneverdo

(NR, 8k, HP universe, Hogwarts, enemies to friends to lovers, pining)

A Harry Potter AU where Louis' got a secret crush on Harry and won't admit it until a late entrance into potions class outs him.

🪄 You Can Read Me Anything by @lululawrence

(NR, 7k, HP universe, Hogwarts, 6th year, pining, Slytherin Louis, Gryffindor Harry, no smut)

the one where Harry has pined over Louis from afar, but his sixth year at Hogwarts is when it all changes.

🪄 I’ll Show You Magic by @kingsofeverything

(E, 5k, HP universe, wizard Louis, muggle Harry, magical object, smut)

Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning.

🪄 a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics

(T, 5k, HP universe, professor Louis, Gryffindor Louis, Slytherin Harry, professor Harry, bad poetry, enemies to lovers, fluff)

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

🪄 Sun-Dappled by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 3k, HP universe, Hogwarts, Quidditch World Cup, 7th year, friends to lovers, quidditch player Louis, Slytherin Louis, Ravenclaw Harry, pining, fluff)

Louis has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, and he begins to feel a sense of urgency as the second semester begins.

🪄 Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(NR, 2k, HP universe, Christmas, Hogwarts, Secret Santa, fluff)

Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.

-Rare Pairs-

🪄 Little Lion Man by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog

(E, 124k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, HP universe, Hogwarts, coming of age, homophobia, first time, kink exploration, character injury and recovery, angst with a happy ending, smut)

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger.

🪄 The List by scottmcniceass

(E, 58k, Zayn/Liam, HP universe, Hogwarts, fluff, pranks, smut)

Louis constantly gets Liam into trouble. Zayn is always there to get him out of it.

🪄 Episkey by StormDancer

(T, 12k, Zayn/Harry, HP universe, Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Zayn, Hufflepuff Harry, Zouis friendship, oblivious Zayn, potions)

Over the next two weeks, Harry manages to cut open his finger three times, spill boiling water on himself once, and turn his skin polka-dotted, and somehow Potions is still the highlight of Zayn’s week.

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riotkayla · 2 years

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Coffee Talks: part one

Synopsis: MJ is beauty and brains, beloved by the town. Eddie is a wild card pulled in by his uncle to try and tame his ways. Will Eddie win over Hawkins's sweetheart or burn the town down on his way out? Gilmore Girls!AU, BadBoy!Eddie

TW/Warnings: Underage drinking (slightly), smoking, that’s it.

Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are welcome! Please do not copy my work for your own or I will hunt you down :)

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Authors Note: I have been binging Gilmore Girls and fan edits of Luke/Lorelai and Rory/Jess for days now and I have an itch I couldn’t quite scratch until I started writing this. Is it good? nah. but I needed to put this out into the world.

Hawkins has always been home. Safe, full of warmth, there was never a stranger in town. Everyone knew everyone and when someone did move in they were welcomed with open arms and wide smiles. So when Wayne announced his nephew was moving in for his senior year the town was buzzed with excitement.

“Oh, we should throw a welcome party! Yeah, we can have a bunch of food and invite over the Wheelers, and hey! Maybe even Dustin and his mom can come,” Miranda was like a hurricane, crashing into everything with a cup of coffee clutched between two hands. Bright blue eyes danced along with the next party idea she had. Seated at the kitchen table was MJ, a smaller version of Miranda with the same piercing eyes and kind heart.

MJ, named after her mother who also shared the name with her grandmother (MJ’s great grandma), watched the fiasco of event planning unfold. Wayne stood with hands on his hips, shaking his head trying to shoot down Miranda’s overly exciting party idea.

“No, no way. He’s not going to want a party.” Wayne swatted his hand through the air with a grimace. “Miranda, why do we even have to throw him a stupid party? He’s not going to enjoy it.”

“When’s the last time you saw him,” Miranda turned, a finger pointed in his face. “You don’t know what the kid likes or dislikes.”

“I know he likes trouble,” Wayne grumbled. “Mandy please can we keep it small. As in this group small?”

“You’re no fun,” there was a pout on Miranda’s lips. MJ let out a little giggle watching the two older adults banter.

There was a slam of the screen door and the shuffle of feet. The noise went unnoticed by Miranda and Wayne. Steve Harrington peeked into the kitchen doorway, dark eyes watching the adults bicker.

MJ and Steve, what a pairing those two made. Basketball captain, swim team captain, and designated babysitter fell hard for the quiet, bookworm, the girl who transferred to a prestigious academic institution shortly before dating. It was fate that he literally ran into when she walked into the gym to have the coach sign off on her transcript.

“What are they fighting about now?” Steve slipped into the seat next to MJ, arms winding around her shoulders.

“Mom wants to throw Wayne’s nephew a welcome to Hawkins party,” MJ leaned back, puckering her lips and waiting on a kiss. Steve lovingly gave one, smiling when she pulled away. “Wayne wants to keep it low-key.”

“He does realize nothing your mom does is low key right?”

“You would think.” Wayne was the closest thing MJ had to a dad, even though she did have a dad. He was fleeting. Miranda had told him since the beginning she wouldn’t marry him until he had his life together, and sixteen years down the line he was still trying to pull it in. The last time he had shown up he was out of money and a job and slept on the couch for two weeks before driving off into the mist one Sunday morning.

Wayne was the one who helped move her to the boarding school. When she was eleven, he helped take care of her when she got chicken pox. He always made sure she had at least five dollars in cash and when Miranda called he always answered on the first ring. Wayne was the best example of a dad MJ could want.

“Why is coming to live here anyway?” Steve rest his chin on her shoulder, long fingers moving to play with the chestnut locks.

“I think he got in trouble back home,” MJ whispered. “Wayne told his sister that he’d take him in and try to straighten him out.”

“Sounds like it’s more trouble,” she couldn’t see it, but she knew that an eye roll followed his comment. “When is he supposed to be here anyway?”

“I dunno,” there was a shrug, and then MJ turned around to face him. “Hey, wanna go get ice cream and look at the Halloween decorations everyone put up?”

“Yeah cmon let’s get outta here,” Steve pulled MJ up and they snuck through the backdoor, Miranda, and Wayne oblivious to the kids coming and going.

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Wayne eventually won the argument. A week later he stood proudly outside Miranda’s house, hand clasped on his nephew’s shoulder. From their posting on the front lawn, the two could see Miranda and MJ flitting around the kitchen, laying out plates and putting food in serving dishes.

“Alright now here are the ground rules. You will be respectful to Miranda and her daughter, you will not do anything illegal, and you will not try to sneak off tonight. Understood?” The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. Wayne tightened the grip on his nephew’s shoulder and waited for the response. “Eddie. Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah I heard you.” He moved out of his uncle’s grasp and headed to the front door, hands in his pockets.

It was obvious Eddie Munson wanted to be anywhere but Hawkins, Indiana. In New York, he was a free man. Getting to play in bars at night, drinking and smoking without a care, no one cared about where he was or what he did. Until his mom decided that he was “too hard to raise” and shipped him off to live with Uncle Wayne.

Before he could knock Miranda was flinging the door open with a welcome. He was shoved inside by the rough hands of Wayne and introduced quickly.

“Hi I’m Miranda, MJ is around here somewhere,” Eddie gave a curt nod, eyes glancing around the cozy front room. There was a hideous green sofa situated in front of a coffee table that had seen better days. It was loaded down with magazines and coffee cups and one thing that caught Eddie’s eye. The Hobbit.

Wayne rolled his eyes already apologizing for his nephew's behavior. Eddie shuffled further to the smell of food while still taking in the room. Pictures of who he assumed of MJ covered the walls and spaces on the side tables. She looked the same age as him, maybe she would be at Hawkins High. It wouldn’t hurt to make one friend, especially if she was pretty.

Eyes like diamonds, shining brightly in the light of the kitchen. She was prettier in person than in the photos Miranda had up. Eddie had turned to find her standing in the doorway holding a bowl of what looked like mashed potatoes. Both of them paused taking in the other. A shy smile blossomed over her lips.

“Hi, I’m MJ,”

“I figured,”

“Right, anyway there’s food ready if you’re hungry.” She pointed towards the table, laid out with bowls and trays of assorted sizes that were filled with different foods. Fried chicken, tater tots, mini corndogs, there was even a bowl of chocolate pudding. The sight made Eddie’s mouth water, but the girl in the doorway made it worse.

“Got anything to drink?” He pushed past her and went to the fridge, not really looking for an answer. The bottles of condiments clinked next to each other as he pulled the old door open, eyes scanning for something to ease the tension. Water, soda, and finally chocolate eyes land on his saving grace. Beer, most likely for his uncle but maybe Miranda wouldn’t notice a bottle missing so early into the evening.

MJ watched him pop the top off and take a swig, bright hues widening when he offered her the drink. “N-no thanks. Not really my style.”

“Suit yourself,” he gave a shrug. “S’that your room?”

He crossed the tiny space with ease, long legs gliding underneath him as he pushed the door open. Books practically enveloped the whole room. Overflowing books cases, piles sticking out from under the bed, even the chest of drawers had books sticking out of spots reserved for clothing. He had never seen so many books in one girl's room before. He loved it.

Fingers trailed the spines along her bookcase. Brontë, Shakespeare, even some he had never heard before. Did the Hobbit belong to her collection?

“Do you read?” MJ was propped against her doorframe, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Occasionally,” he turned to look at her with a grin. “My room looked nothing like this though.”

There was a call to dinner from Miranda. MJ left her spot, and Eddie followed reluctantly. For a moment he forgot that the voice beckoning him to the feast belonged to a mother. He waltzed out, the brown bottle pressed against his lips. Piercing blue eyes glare at the scene, making him halt and bump into MJ. Miranda reached out, waiting.

Without a word, Eddie passed the bottle to her with a frown. Already he was itching to get the hell out of Hawkins. Get away from the judgmental glares. He didn’t need this.

She turned the bottle upside over the sink, letting the amber liquid splatter against the ceramic lining of the basin. After a clink of the glass being placed onto the counter Wayne break the tension.

“Food looks good Randa, c’mon Eddie let's eat,” Wayne clasps Eddie’s shoulder and moved to grab a plate to load up food. Brown eyes rake over the table again, stomach doing a flip, mouth-watering at the sight. He wouldn’t though. He waited for the others to turn and fix their plates and slipped back through the living room.

Long fingers snatch the book he noticed earlier off the coffee table and went out onto the front porch. Hips press against a beam, thumbs holding open the pages of the book he snubbed. The pen he kept on him at all scribbling into the new pages. The screen door opens, causing Eddie to hide the book behind his back.

He’s expecting Wayne with that stern look he’s had plastered on since picking him up at the bus stop earlier that day. Instead, there’s MJ, with eyes like diamonds looking at him worriedly.

“Are you okay?” She’s worried. It’s sweet and Eddie can feel the little pieces of ice in his soul melt when he looks at her. They’ve said maybe less than thirty words to each other but he’s already weirdly attached to her.

“Yeah just not hungry,” he smiles, putting the pen behind his ear. “Wanna go on a walk?”

“I dunno,” MJ shivered at the cool breeze, arms wrapping around herself. She wasn’t starving and he had piqued her interest.

“C’mon I promise I don’t bite,” he’s already off the porch, book tucked under his arm. He turns, grinning at his new companion as he shuffles across the grass.

Next thing she knows her feet are following across the yard, jogging to catch up with his long strides. The night air is cold against her face and she can’t help but shiver against the breeze that is insistent on her back. The sweater she had thrown on earlier that day was little help.

“Cold?”

“I’ll be fine,” they’re side by side now, strolling up the street towards the main part of town. “So how’re you liking town?”

“S’alright,” Eddie shrugged, eyes looking up at the stars. In New York, he could never see them like this. “Hawkins is a lot different than back home.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Of course,” he’s pulling out a cigarette from a hidden pocket in the leather jacket with a smirk. “I don’t really enjoy having Wayne breathing down my neck.”

“I’m sure he means well,” she smiled over at him. That smile literally took his breath away.

“Yeah” he cleared his throat. “I’m sure threatening to shove me into the lake when I act up is him meaning well.”

Feet guide them down in front of the storefronts, pausing in front of the library. Eddie grins over at her, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lip. “So, am I going to see you at school Monday?”

“Oh no I actually go to a private school a few hours away,” MJ said, sitting down on the bench. “I live there Monday through Thursday. I come home after my classes on Friday and I drive back Sunday night.”

“Wow, so you’re like super smart,” he comments, making a blush appear on her cheeks. Even though it’s dark he can still see the tinge of pink on her cheeks.

“Wanna see a magic trick?” She nods.

He pulls out The Hobbit with a grin, her eyes going wide.

“Oh wow, you have your own copy too? Mine is at home,” MJ couldn’t hide the excitement on her face or her voice.

“Slow down there Pippin, this one is yours.” He chuckled, waving the book in front of her.

“Okay, That’s not called a trick, it’s called a felony”

“I just wanted to leave some notes in the margins,” he tossed the copy towards her, hands flailing to catch the prized possession. Thumb skimming through pages, she caught pieces of Eddie’s scratchy handwriting. Thoughts, questions, and ideas were peppered into her book.

“So you’ve read this before?” Now that his hands were free, he brought a lighter up to the tip of the cigarette, a red glow igniting from the end.

“Only about a hundred times,” he gave a casual shrug. Beat up Reeboks toeing at the fallen leaves. “Can’t believe you’re just now reading the Hobbit.”

“I’ve been preoccupied with other works of literature,” she’s defending her choices in books. Somehow Eddie has gravitated closer to MJ and when he's in arms reach she swats him with the book. “Besides I’m trying to get into Yale. I haven’t really had time to read The Hobbit.”

“Well, you have missed out on a literary masterpiece my dear,” smoke billows out with his words, clouding the area around the both of them, and damn this girl looks pretty even surrounded by the grey fog he created. “I can loan you The Lord of the Rings when you’re ready to start the next journey.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that,” her head is ducked, eyes stinging from the smoke blowing her way. MJ can’t help the blush creeping back into her cheeks, if anyone would ask she would have to blame it on the bitterness of the night and not the leather-clad boy writing notes in her new book.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, MJ reading the notes he left her while Eddie continued to blow smoke into the air. Since he had arrived in town earlier that day MJ was the only one to actually be nice. She could see through the Metallica T-shirt and chains and saw him as a human, not a freak. It just sucked that she would be gone by tomorrow night.

“We need to head back,” MJ breaks the silence, tucking her book into her chest as she stands. “They’re probably worried about us.”

“Doubt it,” Eddie snorts. “Have you seen the way they look at each other? I bet they’re doin’ it while we’re outta their hair.”

MJ made a gagging noise. “Please, they’re just friends. I’ve known your uncle almost my whole life. It’s Platonic with a capital p.”

“Whatever you say, Pippin, let’s get you home before mommy calls the police,” they’re both walking back towards her house, arms bumping as they chat. The only thing Eddie can think about is getting to talk to her next weekend, and how the hell he’s going to find a way to talk to her.

#eddie munson ff #Gilmore girls AU #stranger things ff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x original character #Coffee Talks #bad boy!eddie #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x original character #eddie my love

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Stanger Things Recs- Fan Edits & Fan Art

In the past year or so I got into the Stranger Things' fandom. I thought it would be a fun way to have a never-ending compilation of fandom related content. I am on Tumblr and Youtube, so most of the content here are from said websites. My favourite character is Steve and as a result of it most of the following links will be more about the older kids and less about the little kids.

I hope you enjoy it!

Fan Edits

General

-I'm Just a Kid, by n0connections

As for a general edit for this show, this is a perfect edit. This show deals with literal kids trying to save the world, and with each passing season more and more kids get involved, and the seriousness of the situation grows. It isn't fun to talk and the trauma for the show runners, but the fans aren't afraid of it and have the different ways to

show and explore those traumas.

This video cotained only canon compliant segments. Combined with the song "I'm just a kid" who is filled with teenage angst and about how you are alone in the world. The song elevated and validated their experience.

On a more personal note, hearing this song was such a blast and nostalgic to me. And I still knew all the lyrics even though it's been a while.

-Tokyo Drift, by musicalchaos07

A fun compilation of the driving on the show along with an apropriate song.

-D&D, by kxsslikerealpeopledo

The voice clip is funny in itself, but the characterisation is on peak, especially Steve's.

-Treat, by mourntheantagonist

It's just funny and hilarious. I like the friendship dynamics it illudes to.

-Big Happy Family, by sailorbuckley

I just love videos who assign characters their part of a found family.

Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson

-Hawkins' Hendringtons, by n0connection

Gilmore Girls AU, the opening credits. Every variation of Steve is actually Dustin's parent I eat right up.

Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

-Besties, by rogueddie

The friendship between Steve and Robin is some of the best thing on the show. I love how they took a silly, borderline memable, song who fit perfectely with their dynamic.

My favourite part is how the line "Girls in bikiny are waiting for me" is accompanied Steve's little giggle before he tries to flirt in scoops ahoy.

-I'm Not Suicidale, by djohawke

This edit is like a primer for many of the well used headcanons for Steve. Personally I like to read the stories where Steve is suicidal and his fiends- especially Robin care about him. However, what I appreciate even more is Steve having suicide ideation. Him caring so much for the kids and his friends, that his own personal safety is dead last in his list.

Steve Harrington

-Nail, Hair, Hips, Hills, by thirdeye1234

This song is full of attitude just like Steve. It just fit.

-You're On Your Own Kid, by MockingJamie

This edit is a 4 season recap of Steve as a character and his arch. The song goes hand in hand with the character. Out of all the different "You're On Your Own Kid" edits, for all the different fandoms, this edit is by far the best. I've seen this video a million times. I've cried to it, and it made me feel so many different emotions. It also made me fall in love with the song (it was part of my most played songs of the year).

-Not Everything Has a Happy Ending, by rogueddie

A beautiful edit which shows all the angst and hardship Steve's been through in 4 seasons. A nice validation for all those fanfics about Steve's whump.

-Fantasy, by kat-writes

The song says it all, Steve is definetely a fictional crush and this edit portrays it spectacularly.

-Don't Trust Me, by gideoncharov

Something about the combination of the song with the images just sums "King Steve" perfectly. He is confident and he knows he is the hot shit.

-Demons, by MDR Productions

I think this edit and the song ties perfectly into "Mom Steve". Time and time again we see how he is readily to protect anyone he knows and love. Also it ties with all the tropes of "Steve Harrington has a dark past" such as "Steve Harrington has Bad Parents" or neglected Steve.

-Another One Bites the Dust, by Grable424

It's an incredible, fun, funky edit. The song is setting the perfect mood. But what really makes this edit so good is how she shows the contradictary in Steve as a character- the confident smooth guy, the clumsy unaware guy, the bortherline patheric guy, the protector physical guy.

-Style, by mendessip

A fun little Taylor Swift edit. I'm not gonna lie, every time I watch this edit I feel personally called out by the ending.

-1985, by Navi Fire-frost

Right of the bat I love the song choice, and she really did an excellent job with the editing to fit the words. I love how some lines are really on tune with the scenes- "His wife underwhelming cooking" along with the indignant look of Robin. "Some people really had to fight for survive and some people were white guys in 1985" along with Jonathan and Steve.

However the perfect lines were about how some people were living through the AIDS crisis and some people were Italian. Both of them goes perfectely with "Bisexual Steve Harrington" and "Italian Steve Harrington" respectfully.

Also the end of the song is just perfect. As someone whose father was 19 in 1985 and like Steve he is mostly dresses in polo shirts and the general style of Steve, I felt relatable. Also I thought it was fitting also for Joe Keery himself. In Kevin Pollak Chat Show he spoken about how Steve is reminding him of his dad, who was roughly the same age as Steve in the 80s and also dresses in a preppy style.

-The Innocence is Gone, by electricmunson

It's short but it's really explain perfectectly how season 4 unashamedly put Joe Keery like that. They knew exactly what they were doing and a lot of the fans can't complain.

-WAP, by rafescurtainbangz

I wouldn't mind to get a full edit to this song.

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

-Hellfire Band AU, by bachaboska

As a fake trailer it is edited so much like a real one. I love the editing and especially the choice of song.

-This boy is dangerous, by emsgoodthinkin

I love the song with the images the creator chose. It also ties with the type of stories where Steve was aware of Eddie's atraction for him, and not only that Steve is confident and have no problem to flirt right back. I love "Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington".

-Steddie as Canon, by eddielove

This edit is really good and shows a different version of season 4. There are a lot of fanfiction with the plot of Eddie entering the story earlier than season 4. A personal favourite take of mine is secretly dating Steddie, until the events of season 4 let the secret out to the rest of the party. The stories that goes hard into their shared senior year together are a really appreciated and fun to read.

-Head Over Hills, by eddielove

I just love the song, and the emotions of the song along with the peak 80's vibe of it. The softness of the song along with the editing is perfect and it once again ties to the secretly dating before season 4 angle.

-And your Best Friend Too, by emsgoodthinkin

The vibe and the clips just show off their attractiveness. But also it really give the vibes of all the threesome of Steve/Eddie and another character. I don't always read thressome fics of them, but some of them just hit. With the vibe of this video, it ties with the character who is attractive and is torn apart while needing to choose between Steve and Eddie. Every one has his own aspects they really love. Eventually after tearing themselves apart the boys put mercy on the charachter and tell them how they don't need to choose just one of them, they can have both.

-I want to Swoon You Baby, by windlass262

It's just adorable. The art is pretty and I love how flustered Steve get because he was never swooned before.

-Everybody Wants To Rule the World, by aexphr

It's a cute edit and change of the original scene. It's a pretty much sum the dynamics of this ship.

-But You Broke Mine, by unanuvola

I just love the nerative. It also fit with a lot of the fics where Steddie was a thing priar to season 4, they broke up and the events of season 4 bring them back together.

Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington/Carrol Perkins/Nancy Wheeler

-Boys & Girls, by pr1nce-steve

I just adore the stories where they goes hard into the friendship of Tommy, Carol and Steve. Extra bonus if it include Tommy/Steve/Carol thing that Nancy abruptly stopped and that's why Tommy and Carol hated her so much. This edit is exactly about this scenerio.

Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove

-Something 'Bout You, by gayfiction

Steve has a face that people like to beat up.

Billy Hargrove

-What's In Your Head, by xPsychoLoveProdzx

This edit and the next both used the song Zombie but in different ways. The lyrics really fit with Billy's story and charachter. This edit follows the canon, but it makes you understand the charachter better. I love it when the chosen music dictated the nerative, and this is a fine example for it.

-Zombie, by GreyMagick

I really liked how it portrayed the continuation of the cycle of abuse. How Neil mistreats Billy, and Billy mistreat Max. The music inhances the massage by talking about how history is repeating itselfs

-Teen Idle, by queen-helaenas-pet-spider

This song is a lot about mental health and regrets about your teens. It fits with Billy really well, especially this part of the song. It just the perfect vibe for him.

-My Castle's Crumbling Down, by mourntheantagonist

This song, like many of Taylor Swift's songs put a vivid imagery in my head. If you're looking at the rest of my page, you would see primarily ice hockey related content. And this song is really really NHL coded. However, when it comes to the bridge it is the perfect Billy coded. The bridgeis literally about the silence before the storm. How despite how people made you to be the villain you are still standing tall and will make him take back their opinion. Which is exactly how Billy was at his last minutes. I watched this edit in loops many times.

-Comfortably Numb, by luckylocus

The song really fits with Billy being flayed by the mindflayer.

Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield

-I don't relate to You at All, by babylove176

It shows perfectedly the messy relationship between Billy and Max. The song fit seemlesly as well.

Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

-Hairy Cam, by shieldofiron

I'm sorry, but I am too is so into the hairy chest of Joe Keery. He looked so hot in those scenes in season 4, and this video is an appreciation, as well as a Billy/Steve video dedicated to Steve's hairy chest.

-They Scream, by saberghatz

It's a fun spirited edit, with the soundtack of 'Dirty Dancing', what not to like.

-Billy Asking Steve Out, by fizzigigsimmer

It's a short, funny edit. Poor Eddie.

-Pants, by giurochedadomani

This Tik Tok and speech is hilarious on its own, and it really fits with Billy's and Steve rivalry and suposed sexual tention and homoeroticy.

-Billy Survives, by saberghatz

This is phanominal editing. It's looks like a legit trailer. I really liked the use of the songs, especially 'Climbing Up The Hill'. Also I'm a sucker for the line "Am I dreaming or is it you Harrington?"

-Shower Scene, by martianclown

I just love the Tommy bashing in that one.

-A Tough Year, by ickypuppi3

I just love this edit and it makes me want to read a whole 50k fic about Jason Carver pov about having to suffer the sexual tension and pining of two of the team stars.

-Grindr, by ickypuppi3

I just love this sound, and all of its form. Also it fits perfectedly with all the fics were Billy is a closeted gay man, and Steve is just oblivious to Billy's crush.

-Go to Bed, by mourntheantagonist

I love the stories and edits where Steve is the one with the say in the relationship with Billy. Billy loves every second of it.

-Stop Looking At Me, by clownwix

I love the art and the soundbite.

-Admit it, by clownwix

Once again, the art. And season 3 Steve is really is a treat.

-Whore, by mourntheantagonist

I love the soundbit and the accent of Dave Mitchel, along with the twist.

-Swear, by valtoon

It fits Billy's personality just right.

Murray Bowman

-Over This Teenage Dream, by findafihgt

I think it's a fun edit to characterize him. Also the song and the images remind me of the Altracation between Murray and Steve in chapter 25 of the incredible fic of Jackrabbit Underneath by Grey_Lark.

Fan Arts

General

-Camp Strangers, by tubesock86

I just love the art so much. It gives the vibes exactly right without spelling it. It also feel like a perfect AU for the show, while still keeping the same vibe. Also it really give me the vibes of "Fear Street, Part 2, 1978 (which coincidentally starring Sadie Sink). Especially with the camp counslers of the movie.

-Steve Plays DnD, by habken

It's a cute little comic. It also go well with all the fics and headcanons of Steve finally wore down enough to try playing DnD, and how most of the time it doesn't go smoothly.

-Steve's Clothes. by poisonyvs

I love the concept. Steve and Robin are the type of friends who wear each other clothes.

-It's Always Sunny in Hawkings, by tubesock86

I love when talented people recreate random photos for a different fandoms. Out of all the pictures to recreate out of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" this is the perfect picture.

-Corroded Coffin Album Cover, by artbean

-Corroded Coffin Second Album, by artbean

Those two links are an incredible, creative design of Corroded Coffins' Albums.

Steve Harrington

-Steve's Colage, by skepsis

It's a perfect, cute, colage of Steve.

-Bathroom Floor, by rilinhyl

I love the watercolor painting. It's soft but also not at the same time and I find myself wanting to look at it for a very long time.

-Crop Top, by steddicameraroll

I love the style of Steve on the show, and I think he looks really good in it, but we were robbed.

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington- Kinktober Latex, by dreaminginpencil

It's sexy, it latex, and it leave too little and too many for the imagination.

-Hockey Player Steve, by fernandesart

-Hockey Player Steve, Figure Skater Eddie, by fernandesart

Those two are a headcanon of the creator, Steve is a hockey player, Eddie is a figure skater. It goes perfectely with many of the romance hockey book, enemies-to-lovers (especially "Ice Breaker").

Also, the fact that Joe Keery played hockey growing up, and is a hockey fan is just perfect for this head canon.

-Stay, by vivalsky

It's just really really good. I love the details and how it paints a whole story. I love how Steve is wearing Eddie's vast but I love how he paired it with the short gym shorts- the perfect combination between the old and the new Steve.

I want to think that Steve invited Eddie to his house to "hang out", Eddie let himself in and trying to find Steve. When he went upstairs towards his room, the door is closed. He knocked on the door one, as a warning, before he let himself in. He walks in to the perfect image of Steve, wearing his old gym shorts. This pair is short, and with a the position of Steve's leg, there are some hidden gems being reveiled. When Eddie raises his eyes a bit he balatedely realize that Steve is wearing his Dio vast. Since what happened with Vecna Steve didn't return the vast, and Eddie couldn't complain.

I also really love the implication, without showing any sorts of nudity.

-Kissing, by litteleststarfighter

I just love the yellow sweater of Steve, and I love the expose skin between the two of them.

-Steddie, cigarettes, by boohonya

As I said earlier, I love when poeple recreating random pictures. I also love how in this specific picture it could be read as homo erotic or as a romantic, indirect kiss.

-Frat Bros, by unspecifiedfigure

Like I said, I love all the recreations of random bros photos.

-Beach, by snewok

Another recreation of a photo. I love the vibes of this, it fits great with all the "eddie is pining and super attracted to Steve" fics.

-By the Poll Side, by inflomora-art

I really love the colors and the position of the two of them. Steve's house is private so they would feel more comfortable to be intimate without the fear of uninvited eyes watching.

It's also remind me of chapter 4 of Step With Me Into Indecency, by wilting_aspen. I highly recommend this story.

-Bathroom Bar, by ah-jiing

A sexy, slightly smutty art. It reminds me of the story you can feel his heart, but you know he's mean , by oklahoma.

-Gym Class, by ahhrenata

I love it, I just love when people are reffering to the fact that they shared a senior year. Especially the juxtaposition between athlete Steve and two-times senior Eddie.

-Horro Camp, by littlestarfighter

This Camp AU is more on the realistic side. And I love how you can feel how unsure they are, even slightly scared.

Steve Harrington & Dunstin Henderson

-Steve+ Dustin- season 2, by fennethianell

They are just adorobale together, I really liked their bonding in season 2.

Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

-Stobin Sharing a Bed, by kaspurrcat

They would 100% share a bed, so I love everything about it.

-Vampire Stobin, by sentient-trash

I love the vibes of the original painting, and how he took it and put his own twist in it. Also I love how he put Steve in the dress and Robin in the suit.

-Friendship Goals, by ioannushka

It's adorobale and exactly how I see their friendship in my mind.

Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunninghum

-Buckingham, by glitterfang

I like watching and reading about the two of them. It's fun and the art is pretty.

Billy Hargrove

-Bily Playing Basketball, by aggressiveviking

I love the idea of him putting his curls in a tie. I know how annoying it can be all the hair in the way in the middle of the game.

-Female Billy, by valtoon

I love how she kept the aggresiveness and the dominant fitures of his face. I love the hair as well.

Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

-Giving a Hand, by generalghosty

I love this scene, and especially this part.

-Hockey Bros, by akioukun

I love the Hockey AU. But especially I love how they seemed Buddy Buddy, but judging by Billy's face you can see the complicated emotions between the two of them.

Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

-Lumax, by vampirade

It's such a happy, beutiful painting. I love seeing the contrast of the colors between them.

Will Byers

-Zombie Boy, by willnmike4l

I really liked the color scheme and the style.

I hope you enjoyed it. I'm working on part 2 with different espects of the fandom.

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He’s Just Not That Into You: Web!Jon and Martin ficlet

Another ficlet written in the same universe as The Convention on Chronographer Lane/The Monster at the End of This Book. As before, you don’t need to have read that to read this. These ficlets are being written as character studies so I get a good handle on the uniqueness of the characters in this AU before I actually write something longer. Which is why they’re...like this.

Very slight content warning for internalized fatphobia and Jon being interpreted as being a creep again. Reverse content warning for Martin’s tasty pasta.

EDIT 2/4/2021: With the release of Sucker’s Bet, which this story was a kind of pilot study for, this story is no longer canon. However, you can still consider it a 15 page summary of that entire story. I’m sad I couldn’t keep the ‘join my spider cult’ thing but we all make sacrifices.

Martin was in the middle of making a delicious pot of pasta when Jonathan Sims crawled in through his kitchen window.

Martin stared at Jonathan Sims, too out of it to even be surprised. Jon halted halfway through his entrance, sitting on the windowsill with one leg swung over it to rest on his floor, one leg on the fire escape above. Martin was on the sixth floor of his flat complex.

“Hullo,” Jon said, as if he was not in his window, “have you reconsidered my offer of -”

Martin threw his spoon at Jon, hitting him squarely on the forehead. Jon cursed, shocked into leaning backwards, and he accidentally topped off the window and onto the fire escape. He landed on the metal grid with a loud crash and a rattle, and the muffled sounds of his cursing echoed through the flat.

After a second to grab a new spoon and turn down the heat on the pot, Martin walked over to the window and wiggled it down again. He looked Jon dead in the eyes as he locked it, before going back to his pasta.

It was good. He should add some pesto and herbs next time.

Martin was in the middle of making a delicious pot of pasta when Jonathan Sims crawled in through his kitchen window.

“Hullo,” Jon said, as if he was not in his window, “have you reconsidered my offer of -”

It was good. He should add some pesto and herbs next time.

***

Martin had never really bothered to learn how to cook, but now that he was unemployed he had plenty of time.

Now that he was unemployed, he had plenty of time for lots of things. He was finally taking up knitting again. Lots of seasons of Jane the Virgin to catch up on. His severance package from the Institute had been pretty good, not to mention the check Rosie had slipped him with a wink that she had worryingly called ‘Hazard Pay’, but this was London and even Martin could only make the money stretch so far. He spent eight hours of his day looking for jobs, touting his five year experience as a librarian and six month experience as an Archival assistant. But there was only so far you could go without a degree, and the market was shit, and really wouldn’t it just be so much easier to list a master’s in library science from some huge, anonymous university…

But Martin had the feeling that line of thought was what had put him on Jon’s radar in the first place.

***

A week later Martin was halfway through a comforting Gilmore Girls rewatch when he heard a knock on his door. He had been fastidiously avoiding answering knocks on the door ever since Jon had pulled his first Jehovah’s Witness impression, but he had ordered a replacement washing machine part and it was arriving that day. He put his knitting down and got up, peering through the eyehole - hair not nearly long enough to be Jon, great - and opened the door.

“Hullo,” the man said in a thick Cockney accent, not looking up from his clipboard, “I got a package here for Mr. Blackwood?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Martin held out his hands to take the little screen and sign for the package. After a second of clumsy fumbling, the man passed the package and the screen over, and Martin boredly scribbled his name. “Thanks, mate -”

But the man was gone, and Martin had realized belatedly that the man had slipped past Martin to enter his flat. He easily slid the cap off, letting his tightly curled hair cascade down to his shoulders, and propped his hands on his hips as he spun in a circle, admiring Martin’s extraordinarily boring and cramped flat.

“Really love what you’ve done with the place!” Jonathan Sims said loudly. “Your sense of interior design is really impeccable, Martin, truly. A man’s home is his castle! Oh, is that vintage chintz? So cute.”

“Get out of my house.”

“Look at this ceramic kitten!” Jon was already in front of his mantle, carefully scrutinizing his little row of ceramic figures. They were fifty pence at the charity shops and Martin found them precious and charming, okay? “Your place has so much personality. My flat has personality too, but I’m afraid that personality just screams a propensity towards arson, so it’s much less impressive. How old is that couch, from the 70s? Very grandmother. Is it inherited?”

Yes. “No,” Martin said, resisting the urge to throttle the man as he dumped his washing machine part on the end table, “and please get out of my flat. I’ve said explicitly I don’t want you where I live -”

“Really, Martin, I’m hardly a vampire,” Jon said, having the gall to look offended as he cradled a little meowing ceramic kitten in his hand. “If I needed permission to enter dwellings I’d never go anywhere.” He paused a beat, something seeming to occur to him. “But I get a lot of permission from many different people of a variety of genders to enter their homes for sex, which I am very good at.” He paused again. “I really am very thirsty. I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a spot of tea…?”

Because Martin was British, he made the tea. But he resented every second of it.

Jon hadn’t started stalking him immediately after he and his weirdo friends had murdered Martin’s boss, but it was pretty close. He had probably thought a week was enough time to emotionally recover from the ordeal of finding out that your boss’ boss was an immortal apocalypse cultist or whatever and that your boss was actually just a plant from a different and somehow creepier apocalypse cult inserted into your workplace to assassinate his boss. He had probably thought that a week was enough time to emotionally recover from the fact that Jonathan Sims - prickly, rude, pretentious Head Archivist with a heart of gold - was an elaborate fabrication, and that the man whom Martin had been falling for had never truly existed at all.

A week had not been enough time.

He didn’t even know Jon’s real name.

“So what is your real name, anyway?” They were, unfortunately, sitting at Martin’s rinky-dink kitchen table, complete with little pock-marked burn scars in the wood and a wobbly leg. Martin had a magazine rolled up and jammed under the leg, which he was uncomfortably aware of as Jon lounged in his hard little wooden chair as if it was a thousand dollar gaming chair. The fake UPS uniform helped make him look like something other than a movie star, but it was hard to disguise the sharp and haughty features and the cold grey eyes. He had kept the ceramic cat, placing it in front of him with its little plainative face turned towards Martin.

“What makes you think it’s not Jonathan Sims?” Jon asked archly, sipping at his PG Tips out of a chipped black mug. He made a faint face. “Sorry, is there cream for this? I hate black tea.”

“You always take your tea black,” Martin said automatically. Jon stared at him until he got it. “Of course. Right.”

By the time he got back to the table with the sugar and cream Jon was going through his mail, with absolutely no shame whatsoever. “Bill, bill, overdue bill. You’re hurting for money, aren’t you? You know, I might know someone who’s hiring -”

“If you’re about to say a giant spider that’s going to lay eggs in my stomach and then burst out of my skin and transform me into a spider person, I have to pass.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Jon blatantly lied. “I just don’t think you’re hearing me out. Has anybody ever told you that you’re very unwilling to listen to new ideas?”

“When the new idea is joining a spider cult, then yes. Actually, no, because nobody’s ever asked me that before I met you.”

Jon didn’t seem to pick up on Martin’s extraordinarily pained expression, or maybe he just didn’t care. He leaned in instead, easily dropping a grotesque amount of sugar cubes into his tea. “Just consider it. Let the idea percolate in your mind. There’s a lot of benefits. No more worrying about money. No more putting in all that work to manipulate people. It’d be as easy as breathing for you. Anybody you want to like you likes you, and anybody you hate has their life ruined in days.” Something glinted with light in Jon’s grey eyes, like a spotlight shining off a raincloud. “Anybody you want to fall in love with you does so instantly. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“All for the low, low price of selling my soul to a giant spider god,” Martin said sarcastically. Jon nodded fastidiously, as if it really was a low price. “Seriously, Jon? I have no interest in any of this. I don’t even know why you’ve singled me out to stalk. I don’t - I don’t like manipulating people, it’s not some kind of hobby -”

“Liar. You love manipulating people.” Jon sipped his tea, as if bored. “Honestly, Martin, we’re all friends here. I won’t judge. You don’t need to virtue signal. We both love manipulating people, getting what we want, putting on personas. We like to control how people see us, no matter what that perception is. You believe that ends justify the means, I believe that good means result in good ends. We’ve very similar.” Something strange entered Jon’s expression, almost entirely hidden by the tea, and for the first time Martin wondered if this was an expression Jon hadn’t meant for him to see. “You’re the only person I’ve ever met who is exactly like me. We should work together. You’re so well suited for the Mother. You’d be a treasured son. Valued, celebrated, loved. Everything you always wanted, you can have.”

Silence stretched between them. Martin let Jon think that he was thinking it over, staring into his own cup of Earl Grey and letting the slowly wafting steam fog up his glasses. Jon sipped his tea again, still posed casually yet attractively. In a brief yet stupid spurt of nostalgia Martin found himself missing the man he thought Jonathan Sims had been.

Stupid. Loving Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist, had been as real as crushing on a love interest in a dating sim. Instead, Martin leaned in, and Jon leaned in to match him. Martin locked eyes with him, as sincerely as he possibly could. No lies, no artifice. “Stop projecting your insecurity about your own bad decisions on me,” Martin enunciated clearly, and Jon’s eyes widened in shock. “and get out of my house.”

He did, eventually. Maybe that was one of a million surprising things about Jonathan Sims, or whatever his real name was: Martin could always get him to do what he wanted eventually.

***

Martin did not spend time thinking about Jonathan Sims, mostly because he had the feeling that this was what Jonathan Sims wanted.

Instead, he frantically piled more and more projects and work into his free time. Ever since he was seventeen, Martin had always held down at least three jobs. His life was a never-ending rotation of a six am to three pm shift at Papa John’s, then a three pm to ten pm shift at Panera, and then stumbling home to stuff a ready meal in the microwave before doing it all over again only to work his third weekend job on the weekends. It had gotten to the point where he had paid the unemployed downstairs neighbor living on disability cheques to feed and occasionally take care of Mum because he hadn’t had time to do it himself. Martin could have have just dropped a job and scraped by on two so he could take care of Mum himself, but - well, it wasn’t hurting anybody. His neighbor had needed the cheques, right?

In comparison, the Institute had been an absolute dream. Work from nine to five, every day, then come home and crash. There had been benefits, insurance. It probably said something that even after discovering that both of his bosses had been cultists to Lovecraftian horrors who wanted to end the world or whatever, it was still the best job he ever had. He even missed it, sometimes - missed listening to Sasha and Tim joke around, missed the repetitive work, missed harmlessly and shallowly crushing on his persnickety boss who sometimes flashed a smile at him that made his heart melt.

Fucker had known exactly what he was doing.

That was what got Martin, even now. What had been the point? Jon had been there to infiltrate Elias’ plans for a Head Archivist, or so Sasha had confusingly explained after the fact. The skeptic, pissy act was to show himself off as an ideal candidate: willfully ignorant, psychologically vulnerable, and utterly isolated from everyone. What was the point of...of...seducing Martin?

The thought made Martin want to die. Imagine living a life where you woke up in the morning and thought to yourself, ‘Today I’m going to seduce the ugly, fat, high school dropout in my extensive long con to save/destroy the world’. It was like he was a movie star in a heist film or something, only cruel and pointless.

Was it just to make fun of him? Martin had thought it was. But as he...interacted with Jon more and more, he got the sense that his fascination with Martin was genuine. He genuinely saw something of himself in Martin.

Unless that was a lie too, and he just needed something from Martin. Unless Jon knew that Martin knew that he was conning him, and that there was another reason -

Martin had the terrible sense that Jon lived his life like this, always guessing and second guessing and triple guessing. It sounded...very tiring.

He didn’t know how to explain any of this to Tim. They got together every so often for drinks - actually, Tim texted him asking to hang out, playing it all cool as if he went out and got drinks with tons of buddies all the time but was doing Martin a favor. Martin had the sense that he was hiding a deep and pervasive loneliness, but these days whenever Martin went down too deep a spiral of teasing out motivations he felt like Jon, so he quickly cut it out.

“What’s there to get?” Tim said, throwing back his pint. “He’s an asshole who pretended to be our friend for months, and he turned out to be a total creep who leads a spider cult. You know, as happens sometimes!”

Sometimes Martin got the sense that Tim was a little bitter about what happened at the Archives. He didn’t really have a good thread on why yet, but he had the sense it was because Tim had ‘adopted’ Jon as his friend very intensely and that made him react badly to the perceived betrayal - no! No psychoanalyzing! Not today!

“It do be like that sometimes,” Martin said wisely, peeling away the label at his shitty beer. The bar was crowded, noisy, and dim, and it was hard to hear Tim over the noise. “I don’t know, though. If that was all there was to it, he wouldn’t be showing up at my house all the time…”

“Wait, what?”

Martin explained in short order, trying not to feel embarrassed about it. Tim seemed to grow increasingly furious, and Martin found himself trailing off uncertainly near the end.

“He’s doing the same thing to Sasha,” Tim said lowly. “Fucking freak.”

“Wait, what? He’s been bothering Sasha?” Jesus, that really was creepy. Come to think of it, Martin hadn’t seen Sasha around lately - she used to come get drinks with them right after they all got fired, but the last three invites she had begged off and said that she was ‘dealing with a lot right now’ and that she was ‘really swamped’. Martin was pretty sure that she was also unemployed, so he didn’t really know what she was swamped with, but it wasn’t any of his business. Maybe she was depressed. “Like, is he also trying to recruit her into the spider cult, or…?”

Weirdly, Martin felt a weird pang of disappointment at that. He had thought that what he and Jon had was special.

Ha ha. As if.

“I don’t know!” Tim cried, frustrated. He was gripping his pint glass tightly, as if he wished he was wrapping his fingers around Jon’s very slim and attractive neck instead. “First he keeps bothering Sasha, and now he keeps breaking into your house and flirting with you -”

“What!” Martin squeaked. “He’s not -”

“He’s a predator,” Tim said finally, as if he was a judge delivering a verdict. “Fucking freak. Martin, next time he drops by, I want you to call me immediately. I’ll kick his ass for you.”

“I’m a grown man, I can kick his ass by myself,” Martin said lamely, fully aware that he had never kicked an ass in his life and never would.

“Don’t let that bully intimidate you,” Tim lectured, like the overbearing big brother Martin had always kind of secretly wanted. “He’s just a grifter, spider cult or not. Seriously, Martin, next time he bothers you call me. I have more than a few things I want to say to the bastard.”

It was heartwarming, almost. “You haven’t seen him since he killed Elias, right?”

Tim looked away, scowling. “Nope. Dunno why, if he’s hassling you two. I’m the only one with some serious questions I need to ask him, and he hasn’t even - whatever.” He looked back at Martin, forcing a great big smile. “Really, if he wants a hottie, why isn’t he knocking on my door, right? Like, come on, I’m single and ready to -”

“How’s the job hunt going, Tim!”

“I’m trying to get back into publishing, what do you think! Kill me!”

Martin liked Tim. If you had asked him four months ago if they were really friends, he would have smiled and deflected, because he was pretty sure that Tim was just that friendly to everybody. Martin always felt insecure with friendly and nice people, because he never knew if they were being friendly to him because they liked him and considered him a friend, or if they were just like that with everyone.

But they still got drinks when they didn’t have to, and the expression of tight and barely controlled rage that flashed through his face when he thought that Sasha and Martin were in danger from Jon was real. Maybe they really were friends.

Maybe there was something deeply buried and long since repressed in Tim that was destroying him slowly from the inside. Maybe Martin and Sasha had that too, that rot: the way Sasha would carelessly invade privacy to hack inside people’s private files without even thinking about it, the way that Martin would almost instinctively balance impression management with playing down to expectations with always dissecting people in a ruthless search for a weak point without even thinking about it.

Maybe they were all bad people, every one of them. It felt sometimes as if Martin had a corrupt and diseased heart, that infected parts of his body with a sick necrosis. He hurt people when he didn’t want to; he said things he didn’t mean. There was something rotten and evil in Martin, and sometimes it felt as if he couldn’t help but pass it along from person to person.

Man hands on misery to man, Phillip Larkin said, it deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don’t have any kids yourself.

Well, Martin had the second part down. He was still working on the first.

***

But Martin was right to worry, because when he woke up at seven the next morning to shamble into his living room, he flipped the light switch to see Jonathan Sims sitting on his grandma couch flipping through his meager collection of books.

“You don’t read very much, do you?” Jon said.

“How did you get into my house.”

“Told the landlord I was the exterminator and needed to get in to spray for bugs.” Jon tossed the book on the battered coffee table - 1984 - and reclined on the sofa. “You really do have quite a bit of spiders, though. Want me to take care of that? Do you want more spiders? I can get you as many spiders as you like.”

The way he sat was purposeful, the way one of his black boots with a low heel was propped on the coffee table, the way his dark and closely cut trousers were slightly splayed, his tight black turtleneck highlighting his figure was slightly hidden by a fine white silk jacket. The small part of Martin’s mind that used to work at a dry-cleaners inanely wondered how difficult that jacket was to keep clean. Most of Martin’s mind was occupied realizing that Tim was right, and that Jon was flirting with him.

“What do I have to say to get you to leave my house,” Martin said, instead of asking why, why, why, why. He knew why - spider cult purposes - but why -

“Lots of poetry collections, though,” Jon said, and Martin knew that he had caught him looking. He had a little half-smile: half encouraging, half shy. “You have great taste. I’m a Yeats fan too.”

Sure. “Name one Yeats poem.”

“The Stolen Child,” Jon said instantly.

Martin narrowed his eyes. “What do you like about it?”

Jon was silent.

“Thought so.” Martin pointed at his door. “Out.”

There it was, a brief explosion, so quick that Martin might have thought he imagined it: grinding teeth, sloping eyebrows, a scowl. A flash of irritation: here one second, gone the next. “I like your poetry, though,” Jon attacked, a different angle. “Your imagery is very vivid.”

What the fuck. “You went through my diary?” Martin screeched.

“Yes?” Jon looked slightly flummoxed. “I was doing research. People like it when you display interest in their hobbies.”

“I am making coffee,” Martin said, voice strangled, “and I am making breakfast. And if you refuse to leave, you are not saying a single word until I’ve had caffeine.”

And then Martin refused to acknowledge Jon any more. Martin quickly realized that Jon hated this very much, used to being the center of attention wherever he was, and it was an extremely effective method of making him throw himself into a kitchen chair and sulk as the coffee pot sputtered out a cup. Martin focused himself on heating up the pan and cracking a few eggs into a bowl, whisking it absentmindedly as he clenched his mobile.

He should call Tim. He had never known Jon to get violent, but that didn’t mean anything. The guy was...he was…

He glanced back at Jon, who had his arms crossed and was frowning down at the stained wood of the kitchen table. He didn’t seem to know Martin was looking, and it occurred to Martin for the first time that this might be the authentic Jon: tired and frustrated and uncertain what he was doing wrong.

The eggs sizzled on the frying pan, and Martin pushed them around with a spatula. “What do you like on your eggs?”

Jon looked up, surprised, before rearranging his expression into something cool and distant. “Surprise me.”

Martin served them cheesy with herbs, just for that. When Jon took a bite he looked surprised, as if he had been expecting something spiteful and received only something good in exchange.

When he put a cup of Early Grey in front of him, with sugar congealing on the bottom and rosy brown from the cream, he looked surprised again too.

“You’re excellent at reading people,” Jon said, carefully directly after Martin had a sip of his coffee. “Mother would -”

“Do you want to make a bargain?” Martin asked.

That caught Jon’s attention. He smiled winningly, leaning in, hair carefully arranged to fall over one shoulder in a painfully attractive way. “I could be convinced.”

“If you knock on my door at a reasonable hour, then I will let you in and we can talk or whatever. I’ll make us tea. I don’t care.”

Jon’s grin only widened, and when Martin felt a foot brush his leg he had to fight the urge to jump a foot in the air. “What’ll I do in exchange?”

“You let up on the sales pitch,” Martin said severely, and physically moved his chair further away from Jon. “And you stop lying to me. And for christ’s sake, stop pretending you’re into me.”

Jon blinked, expression falling in shock.

He scrambled to paste something back on, but it was as if he couldn’t decide. Martin saw him half-cycle through different expressions, different appearances: abashed, eager, flirtatious. It was as if he was frantically guessing which Jon would work best to convince Martin to do what he wanted, but he just couldn’t decide.

Finally, he weakly asked, “What makes you think I’m not into you?”

Martin couldn’t help it: he scoffed bitterly. “Guess someone like you was never asked out as a joke in secondary. Nobody would honestly find me attractive. Everything you do is calculated, Jon, and I’m not vain enough to think the flirting is an exception. It’s obvious.”

“I’m not obvious,” Jon said, physically fighting to keep his expression from twisting into anger. It was...obvious. He eventually forced his expression into something wide-eyed and sincere, reaching out a hand to place on Martin’s arm. It was warm, but it settled oddly on Martin’s skin. Something about it didn’t feel like a human arm. “That’s just your low-self esteem talking, love. When I look at you, I see -”

“A sucker?”

Jon opened his mouth, then closed his. His hand was still on Martin’s arm. Martin didn’t know why he hadn’t shaken it off. “I see someone very kind,” Jon said, almost lamely. “I like that in a man.”

“Yeah, sure.” Martin shook his hand off - disgusted with Jon, disgusted with himself. Someone like Jon - attractive, confident, smooth - could never understand how it felt. He didn’t know why he expected him to. “I don’t know why you aren’t leaving me or Sasha alone, or why you’re trying to recruit us both into your spider cult -”

“I’m trying to recruit Sasha into my vigilante superhero team, actually.”

“Whatever. Point is, if I can’t get rid of you, I don’t want our conversations to be exhausting. These...games you’re always playing,” Martin waved his hand demonstratively as he chugged coffee with the other, “are tiring. Maybe - maybe you and I are similar, Jon. But the difference between us is that I find these games tiring. I don’t like doing it. I - what I want is a relationship where there’s no games. Where I can just be me and the other person can just be them. Don’t you want that too?”

Jon stared at him, eyes wide, almost shocked, almost hesitant, almost hopeful.

Finally, he said, “I only trust three people.”

“I’m not asking you to trust me,” Martin, who trusted nobody, said exasperatedly. What did it say, that the leader of the spider cult trusted more people than Martin did? “I’m just asking you not to lie to me.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Jon said, before pausing a beat. “I’d trust you if you joined my spider cult.”

“You’re shit out of luck, then. And you’re not going to convince me.” Martin took another sip of his coffee, hiding his trembling hands. “Because you can’t lie to me, Jon. Face it: I’m almost as good as you are.” He smiled wryly. “As good as someone can get without supernatural powers, anyway.”

Jon stared at him, just stared, and Martin let the moment linger in silence as he cut into his eggs. Finally, he said, “You’ll tolerate my presence if I agree to drop the act.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not sure how to drop the act,” Jon admitted, somewhat embarrassed, as if he was admitting to not knowing how to tie his shoes.

Martin rolled his eyes. “Do your best. You must have been normal at one point.”

“When I was normal,” Jon said, “nobody tolerated me at all.”

The shocking honesty made Martin almost gag on his coffee. Jon’s eyes widened again, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just said, as if he had never meant to say it. As if nobody had ever heard it at all.

“Now that we’re actually getting somewhere,” Martin said, tactfully not touching that barrel of worms - er, spiders - with a two meter pole. “Can you please tell me your real name? Unless it was, like, wiped from your mind by your spider mom? Is this like one of those cult things were they rename you for indoctrination purposes?” Something terrible occurred to him. “Is every guy in your cult named John and every woman named Annabelle? It was just a fake name you gave to Elias, right? Right?”

Jon - whoever he was - stared at Martin, completely and utterly dumbfounded.

Then he laughed, long and hard, hoarse and wheezing and breathy, and Martin knew that this, at least, was real.

***

Martin: I think I’ve taken care of the Jon thing

Martin: Probably

Martin: The guy’s kinda hopeless

Tim: ya sash said that hes cool

Tim: apparently shes a vigilante now? or smth? Idk

Martin: Yeah that seems about right

Martin: At least she’s living her best life?

Tim: ya good for her honestly

Tim: ….so does Spider-Man KNOW how to use all eight of those arms ifyaknowwhatimean

Martin: WE! ARE! JUST! FRIENDS!

***

“ - so then after my father passed tragically of brain cancer, I was raised by my emotionally distant and disaffected Gran. I think she’s the one who taught me that if I ever want anything in life, I have to secure it for myself. I’ve been very independent ever since I was a child, and although my social skills have always been naturally lacking I’ve worked to compensate for that by studying the art of social interaction. I guess you could call it somewhat of a special interest of mine, I like to sit in coffeeshops with my sister Annabelle and study passerby -”

“Uh huh.”

“Did you know forty percent of Britons own pets? I think it reveals interesting things about the human psychology. The domestication of dogs has always been fascinating, of course. Did you know that all dogs are descended directly from the grey wolf? There were other wolf species at the time, but they’ve long since gone extinct.”

“Wow.”

“I know! The evolution of what we today determine as dog breeds were only created in the Victorian era. I’m sure Jonah would have had some thoughts on that, if I hadn’t fed him to my mother. Actually, few people know this, but our modern conceptualization of the wolf pack hierarchy has been thoroughly debunked. Alphas and omegas only exist in captive populations. Tell that to the werewolves, huh! Actually, I organize the weekly Avatar poker games - you can come if you’re interested, great way to make some money - and I actually did tell that to the werewolves, and they were not very happy with me -”

“Jon? I can’t hear the movie.”

“Right, right.” Jon passed Martin the popcorn. “So what’s this one about?”

Martin scooped up a handful of the popcorn without shame, feeding it in a steady stream into his mouth. “About a guy who gets turned into a fly.”

“That’s fun,” Jon said warmly. “I turned a guy into a fly once. He got stuck in a spider-web immediately and everything, it was quite entertaining.” At Martin’s horrified look, he quickly followed it up with, “Gerry had found out that he was illegally evicting tenants who were undergoing cancer treatment, asking for rent before it was due and physically intimidating the tenants and everything. He also stole one thousand dollars worth of goods from Whole Foods and everything, which is quite funny if you think about it -”

“How does someone steal a thousand dollars with of stuff from Whole Foods? It’s a grocery store.”

“I know, right!” Jon threw up his hands, accidentally sending some pieces of popcorn flying. “The rich are the true parasites, Martin! I’m speaking as an insect person!”

“Word.”

Martin ate more popcorn, and noticed Jon carefully brush his crossed legs against Martin’s knee.

Well, he was trying. He’d stop pretending to like Martin eventually.

They’d get there. ;

#my writing #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanfic #tma fanfic #web!jon #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #ME? WRITING JONMARTIN? ITS LESS LIKELY THAN YOUD THINK #tim stoker #feat. tim's protective streak martin's low self-esteem and jon's theater special interest #ftr jon is sex-repulsed and never had any intention of actually going there with martin he just knew martin was into him #offscreen jon was throwing chairs like 'WHY CANT I SEDUCE THIS MAN WHO I SIN LOVE WITH ME'#gerry playing video games: because you actually like him back and you can't handle feelings that are genuinely your own #jon: 'i think ill just flirt harder actually'

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @accio-broom

How many works do you have on AO3?

13 but I’ll be adding my two chudleycanonficfest stories shortly.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

54,316

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, just Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Harry Potter. In total, I’ve also written Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, Friday Night Lights, and Community. But everything but HP is just a one or two time indulgence. EDIT: I am trying to remember if I wrote The Office. I was huge into the fandom (and still remember Jenna Fischer’s MySpace post the day of the season 2 finale). I think I just read but if there was a Drabble somewhere on LJ, I wouldn’t be shocked.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I Think I Maybe Think Too Much (B99)

Amy plans on playing coy when she sees him but when she walks into work, Jake is sitting at her desk and he looks wrecked.

Legally Ginger (HP)

When Ron Weasley's college girlfriend declines his proposal because he doesn't meet her standard for a future husband, he comes up with a plan to let her see him in a new light.

Living Legend (HP)

During a night out with friends, Harry is confronted head on with his legacy as The Boy Who Blocks.

Looking Out (HP)

Harry Potter is always going to look out for his best friends - even if it means an awkward conversation or two.

Cost Nothing (HP)

"Compliments cost nothing, yet many pay dear for them." Thomas Fuller

When Harry and Ginny point out a shortcoming of Hermione's, she turns to Ron to set the record straight.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Almost always! I’m personally very bad at commenting to others (just sort of a weird piece of my anxiety) but so many of my favorite writers comment on my pieces and I want to thank them!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I struggle with angst (see: earlier referenced anxiety). The Second of June is I guess the angsty but that just ends with Molly embarrassed and Hermione irritated with Audrey. And I’m planning a sequel AND an alternate ending fic to address both those things.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

They’re all pretty happy. The Legally Ginger epilogue is going to be so damn fluffy.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No unless you count the Scream/my high school class crossover I wrote as a junior.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. I think that’s because I only have one multi-chapter and it’s based on a well-known movie.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

No because of lack of confidence. My characters talk around sex, maybe to an annoying extent.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I had a tweet stolen by a BNF in a certain community and it went viral. I had like, 28 followers at the time so not much to do about it. Fuck that guy.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so but I took a long break in my 20+ years of fandom so maybe I did in the early times and forgot.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but a popular Romione writer on Checkmated in the early aughts let me write an outtake to her story, which made me feel very famous.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Romione and Logan/Veronica

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have grand plans for a AU where Ron is the one that gets the Half Blood Prince book in Potions but not sure it’ll ever get to a place I feel good about.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I fall asleep to The West Wing or Gilmore Girls every night. I’m good with a one-liner.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Setting the scene - so bad at that. And plot.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I knew one, it’d be great.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gilmore Girls - Team Jess

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Living Legend. I think I had some great funny lines in that one and I liked having Ron and Hermione team up on Harry both adversarially and as cheerleaders.

But I also loved writing my AU 6th year Romione hookup/Ron/Lavender breakup piece. Loving giving Lav some love.

Tagging @mertronus @romioneb

#ron x hermione #fanfiction prompt #writer appreciation #fanfic writing #hp fanfic

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years

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hmmm, what specific fandoms do you think dan and blair would be in? i could definitely see blair running an audrey hepburn/old hollywood tumblr and posting gifs and film edits and the like. im not sure about dan actually, i know he mentions in season 3 that his favorite movie is rear window - i’d bet he’d love hitchcock stuff in general - and he was apparently into mad men enough to make a pact about it lol. what do you think would grab his interest enough to write fic for?

honestly, i don’t actually know? the biggest reason i haven’t written a ‘dan and blair meet through fandom AU’ is because i can’t answer this question, lmao. i DO think they’d both be in fandom because they’re both intense in that way where if they consume media that evokes strong feelings (positive or negative) they would NOT be chill about it, but beyond that i can’t really say. like i said earlier in tags i don’t actually watch a lot of tv so i have.... not much to base this on, RIP.

blair running an old hollywood tumblr is definitely a thing i see too, she would definitely have some kind of audrey blog (everyaudreyhepburngif or something lmao). like many people have said before she’d definitely be into media with strong female protagonists, and would probably be one of those people who gifs movies right after watching them (even if it’s a ‘i hated this movie but this actress was hot’ kind of gifset. you know, the whole ‘this minor chara who was on screen for 3 seconds only was the best part of this movie’ kind of gifsets??)

well, for dan i feel like the media he’s into fandom for would be Secret, and i’d attribute this to his complicated relationship to masculinity, etc etc. i don’t think dan would be the kind of person who is open about writing fanfic, and i don’t think he’d write fanfic for media that he’s open about consuming, if that makes sense? dan liking hitchcock checks out, but dan writing fic for hitchcock movies doesn’t feel right to me. i think for dan there’s two kinds of ways he’d get attached to media in general: one being ‘oh the way this story was told, the execution of it, is so phenomenal,’ and the second being ‘oh i relate to this character so much.’ of course these aren’t mutually exclusive or anything. but i think when it comes to liking the execution, he’d probably write essays or movie reviews or thinkpieces, etc etc. when it comes to connecting with the characters........ yeah, that’s fanfic zone all right.

and he wouldn’t talk about this!! jenny & rufus made so much fun of him over finally being friends with a boy and he ended up calling nate to organise a soccer date to prove how much of a macho man he was, which is just one instance i guess of dan struggling w/ gender roles & needing to prove something. i definitely don’t see dan talking to people about ‘i see so much of myself in rory gilmore, she’s basically me, look i made a venn diagram of how much like me she is’ or whatever else. i think fandom would be an outlet, where he can be as sensitive as he wants and as weird as he wants and as much of a loser or outsider and he can basically be himself, and people still like who that is.

so yeah for dan to write fic i think it’d have to be for media with characters who he really connects to. my mind is totally empty and i can’t think of any characters other than rory gilmore AND I DON’T EVEN WATCH GILMORE GIRLS this is literally nads’s fault (nads ily.)

if any of my followers have any ideas of what fandoms fit feel free to reblog and add, or send in asks, whatever floats your boat! (im kind of terrible at responding to replies on posts - if you reply i WILL see it and read it, but i may not physically reply, RIP.)

#anon #dan humphrey #blair waldorf #long post #i guess?#this took me a while aaaaHHH ive spent most of the day asleep #sorry for the wait!!!#feels weird dragging out a discussion for too long #but also this is fun and we can talk about it forever

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onhersleeve · 4 years

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i was tagged by the lovely @charmtion, ty bb 🖤

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues/interests you & i will post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

breathless (can’t resist)

they will come (as you walk away)

of fair maidens and brave knights

s8 jon pinning grumblings

theon is an oversharer and nothing is new

mob/borgias au

random fluff with the gang watching gilmore girls

hogwarts au

blood splattered ballet shoes

sugar baby sans to older jon

trolling theon

wedding planner and divorce attorney fake dating au

jon and theon’s dick measuring contest

i won’t tag anyone because i just noticed that everyone i would tag already got tagged 😂, but if you feel like doing it, you can always say i @ you and please let me know so i can sneak into what you wrote!

i just edited to add the last one because i found it lost on my phone notes and the name made me laugh.

#jonsa #lys talks jonsa #lys does things #lys answers things #my fanfic

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penzyroamin · 3 years

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ok first of all: in that one ep where Lorelai gets Emily the DVD player she gets a bunch of musicals and one of them is An American In Paris, so when she listed that it made me think of you 😂

and in that vein, thoughts on canon Richard and Emily? I’m guessing there will be shifts (and don’t know how much bc we still don’t know why Davey left) so that won’t be exact. But how do you feel about them (as characters, and just generally)?

fskdhskhdkshds good. my brand is just.. newsies, aaip, gilmore girls. as it should be

canon richard and emily.... head full many thoughts. i think theyre really the characters that the writers balanced (usually) well at being detestable at times but also hilarious and, occasionally, likable. from a pure entertainment standpoint, theyre fucking brilliant. basically every scene theyre in is either funny or really dramatic, and kelly bishop and edward herrmann in those roles were a massive part of that. its honestly really difficult to imagine anyone but those two making the characters at all likable.

i will say that they make SENSE. theyre wealthy and obsessed with their image, but also still hurting over losing their contact with their daughter. i think lorelai’s monologue about richard when he ends up in the hospital in 1x10 is pretty true to his character, and to emily and richard as parents-- they did what they thought was best, but it wasnt best. their impersonality and strict handle on lorelai as a teenager was a big part of what drove her away, and what continued to drive her away. my biggest problem with them is how often they were willing to sabotage lorelai’s life and relationships-- whether it be trying to break up her and luke, going back on their word when it came to taking her side, etc etc. still, it makes sense for their characters, so while its frustrating from a “stop being assholes!” perspective, it isnt as frustrating in a “why is this out of character!” perspective.

but yeah. i think theyre primarily well written, flawed characters. the writers did a good job at showing their humanity and also letting the other characters be pissed at them when they fuck up! they just have. terminal rich person disease

(and, to be fair to them, the friday night dinner at the end of 6x13 is easily the best scene in the entire show-- and they’re pretty much what makes it so brilliant, besides the great direction and writing)

esther and mayer in this au are... a lot. the whole “terminal rich person disease” is a lot more serious here-- class plays a HUGE part in their relationship with their kids and how it sours, even more so than in the show. i wanted to incorporate this idea of what it means to “make it” or to move up from poverty or difficult situations, what we’re willing to do for that-- and then, conversely, the relationship that FAMILIES have with that, and how that can affect familial relationships. this is something i’ve suggested at in my fics before, but this is the first time its really been a central aspect of one of my works, so i’m excited to see how it works out and how people receive it. that is one of the reasons this fic is taking a long time-- trying to balance those themes and make sure to stay away from antisemitic tropes and messaging is taking a lot of juggling and editing and rewriting and all that. i’m also definitely leaning into the complexities of these relationships-- and, when the siblings get back into contact with esther and mayer, the way those relationships move forward is really dependent on the baggage that the siblings have going in. for les, who’s five at the start of this, he barely remembers them. for davey, going back to them is EXTREMELY difficult. you’ll find out why ;)

#yall are like (asks me about my thoughts about gilmore girls)#and im like hi heres the worlds longest response #also fhskdhs i am. so glad that the presence of aaip in this world makes you think of me anon #asks #anon #gilmore girls au #about writing

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l8rhader · 4 years

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My 5 faves of the last year:

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I am stealing this from @agirlnamedkeith because I LOVE this!

1.) Feeling Like I’ve Missed You All This Time (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak, It) - I’m SO proud of this whole universe, but I just... I love this so much. I managed to do a fix-it, which is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and it doesn’t feel like I just slapped the script in, and it doesn’t feel like i’m repeating what happened.

2.) As I Lay Beside The Fire (Sansa Stark x Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones) - I hadn’t written fanfiction in 3 years and the Game of Thrones fandom welcomed me in and everyone was so enthusiastic about this and I just... it made me love it even more.

3.) Come Out Of The Things Unsaid (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak, It) - Guys, I wrote this in less than 48 hours total. Like, it just fell out of me. And it’s timely without being too on the nose and distasteful, it’s just... I am really proud of this one.

4.) To Me, That’s What You’re Worth (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak, It) - Is this what I’m writing now? Yes. Does that matter? No. It’s Gilmore Girls and Reddie and I’m just so haaaaaaaappy. It is just a happy warm pleasant break from all of the doom and gloom in the It fandom sometimes. No clown. Minimal homophobia. Just love and gilmore girls and It. That’s all.

5.) it was only a word, it was almost misheard (i wasn’t expecting that) (Sansa Stark x Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones) - I wrote a soulmate AU for Mark and Lexie from Grey’s a billion years ago and was like “welp, that was my one contribution to the soulmate au pile bye be back never” fast forward to me out on medical leave working through some stuff and projecting on to sansa, and we get this. It’s a beast and the closest thing to a slowburn i’ve ever written and i’m really happy with the dynamic between tyrion and sansa and yeah... ok.

Tagging @demelzawrites @evilsnowswan @berkmansimagines and anyone else out there who wants to do this because

#fanfiction #reddie #sanrion

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macstarli · 5 years

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Okay, I know I usually rant about Gilmore Girls and more especially Rory x Logan on here, but given my never-ending love for Logan it probably shouldn’t come as a huge surprise to anyone that I also watched The Good Wife and very much invested in Cary Agos. So for a change I’m gonna be ranting about that today.

Now I was looking through an old hard drive today and I found some more or less finished videos for Cary and Alicia (that I should probably put the finishing touches one) and I was reminded just how much I loved that show. I watched it religously every week and Cary and Alicia… I definitly never shipped them (allthough I had great fun editing some AUs for them) but their friendship meant so much to me. Or rather the potential their friendship had.

I was so endlessly excited the summer after the season 4 finale. And considering that in the middle of that particular season my main sentiment towards that show was “Dear The Good Wife, fuck you too!” that is all kinds of astounding. But I really believed the creators when they talked about “the year of Cary” and I really thought that they had learned from their past mistakes. I couldn’t wait to see Florrick, Agos & Associates in action. By the end of season 5 I had a tendency to misappropriate a rather depressing quote from Arrow: ‘Five years! Five years, where nothing good happend!’ It probably won’t surprise anyone that I tried to watch the season premiere for season 6, but either didn’t make it all the way through or just didn’t bother watching the next episode. I honestly can’t remember at this point. Either way, I was finally done with the show. And considering how very deep my love for both Cary and Matt runs, that is quite an achievement.

One thing I learned from the good wife, is that I watch shows for relationships. It doesn’t have to be shipping, it can be friendship as it was with Cary and Alicia or it can be family, but I do have to be invested in how two characters interact for me to continue watching. Just one character, no matter how much i love them isn’t going to be enough.

And intellectually I have accepted, that because of that The Good Wife and me were never going to be a good fit. I followed the show online and from all I can tell, the creators made it very obvious that their intented show was never supposed to be about lasting, healthy relationships and how they improve the people involved. In the end their vision for the show was a deconstruction rather than a rebuilding. And I have ranted at length about why I disagree with that take on the world and wished they had gone a different way, but I can understand that it is their creation and they have the right to do whatever they want with it and that it is unfair to judge a show for not being what I want it to be, when it was never meant to be that thing. So I try not to say that it was a bad show, just not the right show for me.

But emotionally I still feel so screwed by that show that I invested so much time in that I just had to stop caring alltogether and that makes me so sad. I can’t re-watch the show, knowing that all the issues these people have are never gonna get any better. It’s just gonna keep going downhill from here on out. And Cary… he’s gonna evolve so much and try so hard only to keep getting screwed by everyone only for them to act like it’s somehow his fault. And the show’s never gonna bother dealing with any of the blows they keep handing out to him.

So this show that I loved so much and this character that I loved so much, played by an actor that I have followed over three different shows, and it just ends up meaning nothing to me. And I wish it didn’t. I looked at those videos and I remembered how obsessed I was with all of it, how I knew all these little things and was desperate for pay off and some positive development. And I am glad that I don’t really feel the negative stuff all that intensely anymore (other than sad, I guess) but I really miss feeling the good stuff and I wish they hadn’t taken that from me as well. I wish I could still love the version of the characters I wanted them to be rather than what they ended up being.

#matt czuchry #anti the good wife #i guess #cary agos #alicia florrick

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