12 Works by tinytaeil
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i'll see you when we're both not so emotional by stillagoose (tinytaeil)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
11 Jun 2026
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This was a relatively new arrangement, still strange, sometimes uncomfortable, and Hayden was still learning the difference between Rozanov’s insults being playful or just mean. Some days it is easier, when Ilya cushions them with a softer hand, smoothing down the hair that he just tugged, other days, like today, it feels harsh and horrible and vindictive, as Hayden falls clumsily back onto the covers and Ilya swoops in where Hayden had been kissing a line down Shane’s chest. It left him feeling a little hollow, rotten, an aching pit in his stomach opening wide.
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The complexities of fucking your best-friend and his husband while your wife is leaving you, your life is spiraling out of control, and there's a thirst in your blood for violence every time you step on the ice.
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Ilya does not like Hayden Pike.
He appreciates him as a friend of Shane's, a good friend, and can recognise that he has excellent taste in people as evidenced by both Jackie and Shane, but Ilya definitely, absolutely, does not like him.
TikTok, gradually, wears him down.
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Shane leaves for the Ottawa Centaurs and for the first time in Hayden Pike’s professional career he and Shane are no longer playing side by side.
That’s fine.
Right?
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They call it a graveyard spiral.
They call it a few things, actually.
Vicious spiral, deadly spiral, death spiral.
There’s one more name for it.
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The earthquake happens. Gareth's home is torn apart, and he has two options. Stay, or run.
Gareth runs, and finds a band who needs a drummer in Seattle, he never learns that Eddie made it out of the 'earthquake' alive.
Eddie lives, and despite his best efforts, Jeff, Freak, Robin, and Steve are along every step of the way. Corroded Coffin is no more - right?
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why she loved him, why she let him, why she fucked him by tinytaeil
Fandoms: Daisy Jones & The Six (TV), Daisy Jones & The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid
26 Sep 2023
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As Camila pressed her lips against Eddie’s, felt their warmth, felt Eddie’s hand rest against her cheek, felt his fingers softly push back into her hair Camila was certain she was a bad person.
Not for kissing another man. She wouldn’t feel shame for that. Not after Billy and the girl in the van. Billy and the girl in the hotel room. Billy and the girl on the road. Billy and Daisy. Billy and drugs. Camila refused to feel guilt for something her husband had always felt entitled to. Camila could show him it was a two-way street, that Billy was lucky to have her, not the other way around. Never the other way around.
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Eddie is the first to leave. And the first to appear on T.V although under a different name.
What happens when 'Lee' (aka Eddie) is revealed on live television, exposed for his 'crimes' in 1986. And what happens if Steve Harrington was watching?
(Eddie's in a band now, he goes by 'Lee Strait' now. Things were looking up, for a while.)
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“How many horny motherfuckers we got out here tonight, huh?” Eddie called to the crowd, grinning nastily as the crowd roared in response. He whipped his hair back from his face, readjusting his guitar with one hand, clutching the microphone tightly in the other. “Let’s see these people, turn on these lights.” Letting his guitar rest against his stomach, Eddie raised his arm, using it as a shield against the burning stage lights, using the moments break to take in the crowd and let the sweat cool and dry on his skin.
The crowd’s massive hair, each person teased and spiked, their hands reaching upwards and outwards, towards him, caught his eye. He leaned down closer, squinting. Just behind the front row, dead-centre, and being pressed in from all sides, Eddie saw them. Steve Harrington with his perfectly fluffy hair stood out like a sore thumb. Billy Hargrove stood beside him, only noticeable by the man he was with. Billy fit in, his mullet mane flowing, his curls bouncy and captivating.
(AKA: The Motley Crue Whiskey Chug solo in Ten Seconds to Love except it's Eddie and Steve and Billy lmao).
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“We just need loud, constant noise, right Steve?” Eddie asked, pressing only just hard enough to keep Steve at bay.
“Mm.” Steve grunted, “What? Got some ideas you haven’t shared with the class?”
“Maybe,” Eddie grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “My specialty has always been loud, constant noise, I’d say, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m not following,” Steve said, his arm falling slightly, the fight disappearing from his stance. “What has that got to do with it?”
“I’m not going to jail Steve,” Eddie whispered, leaning in closer. Steve shivered, jolting backwards, trying to catch Eddie’s eyes. The weed was really building, Eddie thought, because Steve had never looked so beautiful. His hair looked so soft.
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“You’re going hard on these lately,” Robin commented, unwilling to let it go that easily.
“They’re all prescribed,” Steve responded, pulling a jumper over his head, and picking up the bag that Robin had finished packing for him, “You know that.”
She hummed unconvinced, following him out of the hotel room and into the lift, “Just be careful, hey, Harrington?”
“I’m always careful.”
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Billy, Steve, Robin and Tommy are in a band. They're a pretty big deal.
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'They fuck us up, they don't mean to, but they do.'
Tommy's mother isn't in the picture and his father is the greatest man in the world, in the eyes of exactly three people.
Carol's mother is weak and her father is pretending to be strong in the worst kind of way.
Steve's mother is trapped in a overly large house and his father is constantly leaving it, leaving them, behind.Our parents make us, and sometimes, they fuck it up. For Tommy, Carol and Steve, they do exactly that.
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Steve isn't usually a messy drunk, only when you combine two years worth of stress in regards to Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler and then put them in front of him at a party when he's already had a bit too much to drink.
