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Who says you can't meet the love of your life in a strip club dressing room after his brother paid another girl a thousand bucks to wish him a happy birthday?
Okay, so he's a bit strange and he might be stalking you and his mother is terrifying and you're really just trying to make enough money for rent and tuition without getting into any kind of trouble, but on the bright side, at least he's not a cop.
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23 Oct 2025
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I guess I am a stripper today pop off queen
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For two years, Dennis Whitaker's only friend was a handsome, tired man who loved his sandwiches with extra peppers. He never imagined that "Michael" was Dr. Robinavitch, ER attending, and that their carefully built bubble was about to explode in a way neither of them could've predicted.
Or the one where Dennis and Robby knew each other for two years before their first shift together.
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There’s an abandoned cottage in the woods, and a bruised to hell Billy Hargrove finds it in the middle of a snowy night in early March. This turns into a bigger deal than it probably ought to.
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Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape by LovelyThings for Colombina
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
21 Oct 2022
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Eddie was right when he told the Hellfire kids that there's no shame in running, which is why he takes a running leap to grab for the floating cheerleader in his living room.
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Chrissy lives and fixes what the Duffers broke.Come for the canon-close Season 4 rewrite, stay for the explanatory chapter notes and the healing.
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- Part 1 of Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtapes
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21 Jan 2025
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I still love this fic, I barely remember what happens but it was great
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Zuko goes into exile with a scar, a mission, and a wife.
The girl wears ill fitted ceremonial silks. She is too thin, with jutting bones and hollowed eyes. Dirt smudges her cheek. Her lower lip has a healing split in it. Gaudy as her finery is, she wears it like prisoner’s rags.
All of this Zuko registers in the time it takes him to reach the dais and bow. Every muscle aches with the remembrance of what happened the last time he knelt before Father. This time there is no begging, no roar of the crowd, no burning. Still—Zuko’s grateful to stand once more.
Slipping into soldier’s parade rest, he waits for what will come next, all too aware of the girl’s defiant body next to his.
“I am told that this is Katara of the Southern Water Tribe,” Father says, cruel amusement oiling his words. The phrasing makes the girl sound like a thing. “The last waterbender of their pathetic tribe.” Flames conceal all but his shadow, yet Zuko knows from long experience the exacting blade of his father’s smirk. The smirk he must surely wear now. Because he has built up his insult and now he lets it fall. “Your bride.”