Atemis
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Waterboy doesn't have any real crimes, but come on isn't he just the perfect person to be a stalker? Look at that face, can't you see him climbing through your window?
Waterboy is amazed when he meets Robert, the only person who seems to care about him. He can't help the way he feels and the things he does. He needs Roberts attention, even if it takes committing crimes for.
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21 Nov 2025
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In which Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington formed a supergroup in 1995, most of their fans are pretty convinced they're gay.
- band fic/social media au
- title from "standing next to me" by tlsp
- epistolary, non-chronological, and written in one week by a sufferer of brain rot (send help)- Words:
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Before his third year of Hogwarts has even begun, Harry faces three whole weeks of unsupervised time in Diagon Alley. In that time he takes a trip to Gringotts - and that changes everything.
Burdened with the knowledge that Dumbledore has been blocking his family magic, and manipulating far more than he ever thought possible, Harry doesn't know who he can trust; but he knows he can't keep going that way. There's a whole world of lore and politics and history to catch up on, and the more he learns, the more Harry realises his true place in the world, and how much is being kept hidden from him. All the while, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes are constantly watching, and Harry can't let on how much he knows.
With help from unexpected places, Harry starts on a journey to end the war, and reshape the wizarding world. With how much he looks like James Potter, people have forgotten one important thing about him - he is Lily Evans' son, and she was one hell of a witch.
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may fever by BakedBananners
Fandoms: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2021
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Samirah snickered, “yeah, he’ll be fine.”
“So it’s not contagious or anything?” Alex inquired, letting Magnus grab at her hand and play with her fingers mindlessly.
“Not to you, at least,” Samirah scanned his room, turning towards the giant tree and mish-mashed garden in the center. She examined it for a few seconds. “It’s probably fine. It’s like demigod allergies, or something.”
“Pretty sure I’ve never had demigod allergies, or something,” Alex quipped back. Magnus was preoccupied with the ridges of her knuckles. They were quite fascinating, honestly, so delicate and nimble, and also dexterous.
“Your hand is so perfect,” he muttered with awe.
“Gee, thanks,” she smiled, then used her slender fingers to open his palm to deposit a pill. “Here is your Advil, good sir.”
Bookmarked by Atemis
21 Feb 2023
Bookmarker's Notes
Sosososososo good one of the most feverdreamish fics I’ve ever read loved it too much some might say