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Jean lands his dream position in the Trost Symphony Orchestra. The only problem? The first chair violinist is none other than his former rival, Eren Jaeger: a washed-up child prodigy who is insufferable, arrogant, self-destructive, and definitely not Jean's type...
(or, the rival violinist enemies-to-lovers AU absolutely nobody asked for)
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07 Feb 2026
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Guh...
Read this a while ago and remembered it existed. Very peak -
Disillusioned by FUCKINGMANIFESTATION (orphan_account)
Fandoms: Life is Strange (Video Game)
04 Nov 2015
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I'm used to shitty days and tons of loving stares at Maxine Caulfield. It happens. Often. This week, however, sure as fuck beats the rest of them. Nature's pulling anomalies, I'm a lap dog, a fight erupts, and Nathan Prescott spills some secrets.
Or, all of them.
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04 Nov 2025
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Fire. This is canon fr🔥🔥
( Lowk depressing, be warned)
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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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Bookmarked by BoRuFi
22 Dec 2025
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Lowkey convinced me byler is real.
Can't wait to be proven wrong when the next part comes out in 4 days.😭
Wish me luck🙏This book mark is Truely a relic that will go down in the history of this fic 😔 💔 (feb. 6 2026)
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My contribution to MerMay.
Will was just trying to keep his head low and his bills paid. The job at the Research Center for Ocean Life was easy, quiet, and it kept food in his belly. Everything was going well until he saw something in the Deep Sea enclosures he couldn't explain.
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His sneakers slid across the soap, making him windmill his arms and for a moment, the safety training video he’d watched a few weeks prior played on a loop in his head, scolding him for not wearing no-slip shoes.
“No. Nope. No fucking way,” he panted through chattering teeth as he found his footing and leaned his back against the door.
He kept his eyes locked on the enclosure, waiting for the light to show up again or for his mind to come up with a better explanation than there was a fucking alien in a tank less than a hundred feet away from him. He waited almost half an hour before he found his nerve and crept back to retrieve the mop. He didn’t bother to clean the glass, justifying it with the lack of time he had left in his shift rather than the queasy feeling in his stomach and uncomfortable, primal fear of being confronted with something he had no logical explanation for.
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a renaissance, another day by randomhorse
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
10 Sep 2019
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“I don’t have anything, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Theo says. “I’m clean.”
“So am I. Remember how I said? Can stop anytime, no problem?” Boris raises his hands, palms towards Theo, fourteen years old again, free-handed on the BMX down the slope of Desert End Road, Look, Potter! No hands! “See? Clean. Boom, like that.”(Two years after Amsterdam Boris shows up on Theo’s doorstep in New York and he hasn’t had a hit in twenty-four hours.)
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24 Jan 2026
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KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEREEREDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI LUV BORIS😭😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💔💔💔💔💔💔🫀