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Year in Fic | 2023

How many fics did you write this year? What was your total wordcount?

This was a very, very depressing year for me fic-wise. I didn't think it was possible, but not only did I write less that I did last year, but I wrote SIGNIFICANTLY less than I did in 2022.

In 2023 I wrote 11 fics, for a total of 39,450 words. Which is uh, almost half what I did in 2022. And 2022 was a slow year for me. But! I will give myself a bit of grace considering I spent most of the year being neurotic about wedding planning.

Fic Roundup!

so damn sloppy | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,557 words | Steve smiles, leaning forward just a little bit, and is rewarded by the sight of Eddie swaying towards him as if hypnotized. “We gonna stop pretending that I’m here just for a movie?”

into the unknown | LoZ | Zelda/Ganondorf/Link | 8,017 words | “What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

just a little bit closer, baby | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Eddie/Steve | 2,734 words | “He’s sure, Chrissy,” Steve says, voice warm.

Ghost Story | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 2,559 words | Eddie wakes to darkness.

mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 1,611 words | “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

the icarus to your certainty | Marvel | Loki/Thor | 1,687 words | “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Loki asks softly, his mouth twisted into a strange, sad little smile.

build your altar here | Star Wars | Reylo | 5,486 words | When Leia had first offered up Ben’s condo as a place for Rey to stay while she got back on her feet, she’d foolishly assumed that it was some kind of subletting situation.

for years or for hours | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,677 words | “What the shit are you doing?” Mobius hisses, and Loki— Loki is tired.

touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2220 words | “God,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s mouth. “You look— I cannot deal with how you look right now.”

these, our bodies, possessed by light | Shades of Magic | Holland/Kell/Lila, Athos/Holland | 2,134 words | Holland tells her simply. “I want to go home.”

this house says your name like an elegy | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6768 words | “Good night, ghost,” he says. “We can play tomorrow.”

Best story I wrote this year:

In my opinion? into the unknown was the only fic that I was TRULY proud of this year. Which isn't to say that the others were awful, but into the unknown was my passion project of the year. I saw a thing on twitter that made my brain go ping, and I sat down and said, yknow what, I'm going to write political marriage Ganondorf/Zelda. And then, I went, yknow what would be great? If we added Link, poly, and a great heaping pile of yearning. And it was! Great that is! It was fun to write and I'm really glad that I put it out there.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Honestly, into the unknown IS probably my favorite - BUT! A very close second is for years or for hours, which I wrote after watching the Loki finale a totally chill amount of times. I couldn't get over the idea of Loki and those timeloops, how lonely it must have been. How he could technically have everything that he wanted and then wipe the slate clean again hours later. I was also planning on writing another Loki fic, one where Sylvie and Mobius end up hooking up and living? traveling? together AFTER, but it just hasn't happened yet. Two people fucking because they're yearning for the same third is just catnip to me.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

This is actually interesting because my stats are pretty wildly different for kudos vs hits. Normally they're at least in the same ballpark. BUT! for years or for hours was definitely my top fic as far as kudos go by a pretty wide margin, coming in 742 kudos, 217 bookmarks, and 2,397 hits. so damn sloppy (a title that i hated IMMEDIATELY after posting) comes in second when it comes to kudos at 239.

But! If you measure by hits- build your altar here, otherwise known as the excessively smutty reylo fic that i wrote actually comes in first. Which is... weird? But hey, what do I know. Numbers are bonkers.

Story of mine most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

While I'm honestly always a little disappointed by the traffic my SXX Exchange and Yuletide fics get (I get it, they don't show up at the top of the page because they spend weeks unviewable before being revealed), I think my actual answer to this question is Ghost Story. It's one of the shorts that I did for my October challenge this year. 2.5k of Eddie waking up in the Upside Down undead, of him finding Steve's house and hesitating there on the threshold, of Vecna in his head, of him CHOOSING Kas as his own storyline, grasping at straws in the hopes that he'll be able to pull it off. I never go into something expecting kudos because that way lies madness, but I got... 11 kudos. No comments. And I don't know, that's always at least a little disappointing, but especially because I was proud of this one. I liked getting into Eddie's headspace in a horror setting. It was great! It was tragic! And I don't know, it just didn't get love. Such is life.

Most fun story to write:

Okay, so like. I wrote A LOT of smut this year. Almost every single fic that I wrote was either PWP, fix-it, or both. And almost every single one of them came easily (ha). The plot bunnies didn't fight me, they just happened. Which means that a lot of them were fun to write! The one where I got to work in Steve's breeding kink in the most hilarious way cracked me up. BUT! I got to write Steve/Chrissy/Eddie this year! I've been wanting to write it for ages and this year, for the first day of kinktober, I got to write Chrissy pegging Eddie while Steve fucks his face. That was just... an absolute dream.

Story that could have been better?

Maybe these, our bodies, possessed by light ? My Yuletide recipient's requests were of a crueltide variety. And I don't necessarily have an issue with writing that. I wrote it and I liked the end result, but where it comes down to it I'm still pretty uncomfortable writing non-con, even a character that is slowly healing from it. I do actually like how it ended. I think I conveyed what I wanted it to, the style was exactly what I was aiming for, I just haven't been able to shake the feeling that it could have been more. But if I'd made it happier or longer, I think I would have taken away from the point I was trying to make.

Story I wrote to fix things:

Definitely the icarus to your certainty. Some of the others are fix-its in the sense that certain characters are alive, others are fix-it fic not because they changed anything about the canon but because of the sense of catharsis. But the icarus to your certainty was a fic that I've been wanting to write for a while, one where Thor and Loki meet again. I've told this story a couple different ways since End Game, but this one feels more complete because I used TVA Loki. It wasn't just me talking out of my ass about suspected ways that Marvel could fix it, it was about the exisiting character meeting back up with a post-Love and Thunder Thor and going hey, I'm here, I'm not the same brother you watched die, but I'm still a Loki, I still miss you, I know what you lost. I did write it before watching the finale, so there's probably at least one more Thor and Loki reunion fic in me, but we'll see.

Longest completed fic this year:

into the unknown was my longest this year at just over 8k.

Fandom you enjoyed writing for most this year:

The fandom that I wrote the MOST of was Stranger Things, because Steddie is still dogging me even now, more than a year later. And it is certainly the fandom that I enjoyed reading the most, but I also really loved playing in the Tears of the Kingdom sandbox.

Favorite character you wrote this year:

I did like writing Ganondorf in into the unknown a lot, but this pleasure has to go to Eddie. He's just so fun.

Most memorable comment(s) this year:

I really loved all the comments that I got on for years and for hours! The comments from my recipients for the SXX exchange and Yuletide were amazing! I got a comment on the Silena and Clarisse fic that I wrote well over a decade ago! I got an adorable comment on the monsterfucking fishsex one earnestly telling me to keep doing what makes me passionate, even if it's... yknow, fishsex.

But honestly, this comment that I got on Rubatosis takes the cake. It just completely blows my mind that even know, almost a decade after I wrote the fic, I am STILL getting comments on it. And not just the comments that other older fic of mine get, but comments that are so heartwrenchingly genuine, thanking me, weeping and happy about it. I actually did a reread of it after I got this comment and while I can see all the places that could be improved on, I'm just still so floored, so PROUD, that it's something that came out of my brain.

Fics you wanted to write but didn’t:

I DO have an entire graveyard of fics in my googledocs that I've started and haven't finished but, in no particular order:

the steddie one where they hook up pre-series when steve is still king steve and eddie is dealing at one of his parties

the steddie hitchhiking one

the steddie coffee shop one that no one asked for

the gloryhole steddie fic from kinktober

ugh the akuroku farmer's market one about being punk and then getting older

the bodyswap geraskier one

the ust filled one-shot of Jericho and Sam Lloyd from the Diviners

the random plot bunny i got after reading hell bent where i wanted to write alex fucking darlington after the howling

the cnc sxx fic

the uh, vaguely necrophiliac sxx one because xue yang is a freak

the *cough* incest ship one where they find out they're related while fucking and neither stops (i may have entertained this as a han/luke/leia one-shot)

the alex/jonas oxenfree one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

the anastasia/dimitri one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

Oddest story:

god, probably the breeding kink one. mommy don't know daddy's getting hot. it's not even super intense! i just feel like eddie would be absolutely IMPOSSIBLE if he found out that steve had a breeding kink.

Hardest story to do:

I did fret about this house says your name like an elegy a little. I kept getting stuck describing the house and had to force myself past it.

Easiest story to write?

Again, most of the fics came pretty easily this year. build your altar here may have been the easiest? I'd just finished love theoretically by ali hazelwood and while i'd always known they were a reylo i didn't realize that i'd actually read some of their fic! anyway, read a couple reylo fics for nostalgia and then realized that i wanted to write a free use fic. All 5k of it came out in one sitting, it was nuts.

Most mining of your own history in one story:

I don't think any of them? I mean, maybe so damn sloppy if you count the fact that i've actually been in a family video before, but other than that? yeah, nothing.

Themes, or absence thereof:

A lot of smut, tbh.

Where did you publish/archive your stories?

Ao3, as per usual. I didn’t crosspost too much this year.

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

i REALLY want to write the steddie ones that i didn't write this year, specifically the hitchiking and the pre-series one.

Sexiest moment (excerpt):

He fucks Eddie breathless. The corset isn’t helping, the pearls like a collar around his throat. He wants Steve’s hand in his hair, wants to be fucked until it hurts, but Steve is so gentle with him.

There are tears in Eddie’s eyes when he finally surrenders, gasps quietly into the dark and says, “Please, harder.”

Steve doesn’t get a hand into his hair, but he does splay his palm out over the curve of Eddie’s throat, just under the pearls. The hold isn’t a tight one, his fingers loose enough that Eddie could slide right out of the grip if he wanted, but Eddie sobs a little, bucking up, wanting wanting wanting—

Steve fucks him harder.

“Would you like to have him first, then?” Ganondorf asks her, a low whisper in her ear, and her legs clench tight around him, making them both groan as his cock jostles between them.

“Please,” she says, and he makes a sound like a laugh, and pulls back, away, moving them so that he’s propped up against her headboard and she’s reclined against his front, her back hot where their skin touches.

Ganondorf makes an amused sound when Link hesitates, and his hands take hold of her hips and — mortifyingly — spread her legs open.

“Do you need me to tell you where it goes?” Ganondorf asks, almost conversationally, and Link narrows his eyes.

It’s not— there was a moment, when she was younger, when she’d thought of this. Of what would happen if she could just take what she wanted. If she could have Link on his back in the hay of the palace stable or if he’d ever bear her down into the fragrant grass of Hyrule Field.

It was a silly dream. A girl’s dream. She’d never imagined this, her husband holding her open as Link pushes into her, but perhaps that was a good thing. She’d been an excitable girl.

He makes a noise when he first pushes into her that she’ll remember forever, even if they never get to do this again — a slight hitch in his breathing, like a hiccup, then a moan so soft it’s almost a whine. They are green, untested, so very new to this. She’s wanted this for so long and so hard that it doesn't even hurt. The rhythm is rocky and awkward when they start, but Ganondorf helps them find it quickly, his hands reaching out to steady Link's hips, coaxing him into a better pace.

It is perfect, even if it wasn’t what she’d dreamed. She gets to bury her face in his neck the way she’d wanted then, gets to hitch her legs up around his hips and clench him tighter, deeper, his fingers threaded with hers.

But it is over too fast, and her eyes are wet when he goes still inside of her. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

Ganondorf gives them a minute, lets her shake, lets Link breathe. She hadn’t expected patience from him, but then, there’s a great many things about this night that she hadn’t expected.

“Okay,” she tells him when Link is collapsed backwards beside them, watching with hazy eyes as Ganondorf turns her to face him. His cock is between them, hard against her belly, and it’s so big that for a moment, she wonders if she’s ready for it. She can feel Link’s spend licking the insides of her thighs and knows that Ganondorf can feel it too.

She looks at Ganondorf, chin held high, and says, “I’m ready.”

He is big.

His cock inside of her is such a tight fit that her breathing goes ragged as he’s fitting it into her. She’s sweating all over and it’s so much that she worries it will break her, that she’ll never be the same again. Link had felt good inside of her, a perfect fit, no pain, just frissons of pleasure up and down her spine as he moved inside of her, but this — this is nearly too much.

“It’s okay, princess,” Ganondorf tells her, petting her back once he’s completely inside. “You did good.”

Against all odds, the noise is what wakes her. She would have thought— well, she would have thought that she’d have woken to other things. The gentle rocking of the bed. The weight on her hips. Rey had assumed that if anything were to wake her, it would have been that first slow press inside her — her body yielding slowly to the blunt press of him between her legs.

However it happened, the noise is what wakes her. She surfaces slowly, first latching onto the sound of the rhythmic thumping of the headboard striking the wall over and over again before her brain wakes enough to take note of the rest of it.

She’s warm, that’s the second thing that she notices. Most of the time, Rey wakes with her fingers and toes freezing, and she’ll have to spend the first thirty minutes of her morning huddling for warmth beneath her blankets. This morning though, she’s overly warm, her blood already running hot, her chest and belly slick with sweat.

That’s when the rest of the details come to her. The heavy breathing above her. The warm sticky skin pressed to the bare stretch of her back. The creaking of the bed. Her own shallow breathing, little noises escaping her even as her brain comes fully back online. And of course, the feeling of a cock stretching her wide. She must have been wet, she thinks hazily, still halfway between waking and dreaming. Had she been dreaming? Or had he put his mouth on her before he’d bullied his way inside? They hadn’t really discussed the mechanics beforehand, only their wants and limitations. She’d wanted this, she remembered confessing. This specific thing, mentioned in the late hours of the night, her face flushed.

But he’d done it. She hadn’t thought that he would.

She’s still sluggish, but her body is already lighting up from the touch. Already awake and responsive, even as Rey starts to slowly stretch, her toes curling against the sheets as her palms scrabble for a grip to ground her. Ben rocks into her again, a particularly deep thrust, and a noise punches out of her, shocked and urgent.

She hears a chuckle from above her, and then his mouth is dropping to press against the sharp blade of her shoulder, lips dragging indulgently across her skin.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his own voice gritty with sleep. She whines under him, her fist finally getting a hold on the sheets, and he laughs at her openly, rewarding her with a particularly ruthless grind of his hips, pressing so deep that she rocks forward into the pillows.

He works a hand into her hair, and she’s— god, it’s so much so fast that she’s actually dizzy from it, so when he drags her up to her knees, she’s reeling, wobbly like a newborn animal. Her breath catches in her throat, her stomach tensing as he slides his palm down to cradle the shallow dip of her pelvis.

She doesn’t have to enjoy it, that wasn’t part of the bargain. The deal was anytime, anywhere— within reason, of course. She’d thrilled at the idea of it, imagining him bending her over the back of the couch, over the kitchen counter, imagined crawling into his lap during one of his shitty zoom calls and having him like that, where any one of his sleazy corporate overlords could hear her panting for him if he decided to unmute them.

She hadn’t thought that this would be his first move on the chessboard, that less than 24 hours after shaking on it she would wake to him inside of her, stretching her wide, the very first thing that she’d told him she wanted.

Anything, though. And just because she hadn’t imagined this happening the morning after they discussed it does not mean that she can’t enjoy it.

He fucks her hard and fast after that, as if her coming awake beneath him has made him desperate for it. Her scalp aches under his grip, but the pull is a good one. She’s wet and aching, his cock so good, pressing so deep— she’d forgotten what it was like, what he could be like.

She makes a noise, something quiet and pleased, and he must like it because he moans for her, his grip turning harsher, his thrusts more punishing. She wants to ask him for it, wants to tell him harder, but he hasn’t said that she can talk yet, so she bites her lip and holds on for dear life.

He comes inside her, letting out a long and guttural groan, his hips pressed flush against hers.

She’s trembling and she doesn’t want him to pull out yet, wants to come with him still inside her, but doesn’t—

“Touch yourself,” he tells her, his voice strained, cock still buried to the hilt inside her. She lets out a breathless little sob, already reaching, and it barely takes more than the press of her thumb to her clit before she’s coming, so hard that knees go out from under her. She bites down hard on her pillow to muffle the helpless little keen that makes its way out of her.

Crackiest moment (excerpt):

Eddie is giving him shit when it happens. It’s been a little over a half hour since Eddie turned to him, bored and pouty about it, and asked if Steve wanted to fuck him.

“Obviously,” Steve could pretend that he’d replied, because that was smooth and cool, and not the reality of the weird grunting noise that he’d made in response, as if his brain had briefly forgotten that it was human and not still ape.

Eddie had snorted, but forgiven him this, and Steve had gone to work dutifully, because the reality of getting to fuck Eddie was still new and visceral. But then here they are, well past foreplay, and Eddie is giving him shit, cracking jokes, and Steve is still somehow completely hard. Which is to say, Steve is buried all the way inside of Eddie, balls flush against his sweaty ass, and absolutely breathless with laughter, trying to muffle the sound of it into Eddie’s shoulder when Eddie throws his head back theatrically and moans, “Yes, daddy, yes. Harder, please. Yes, Steve, put a baby in me already.”

And it’s—

He’s joking. Neither of them ever get even close to brushing against their mutual daddy issues. It’s a joke, the same way that the theatrical porn star moans he’s been driving Steve crazy with for the last half hour have been a joke. The same way that his nicknames getting more and more absurd every month is a joke.

But Steve’s breath — it catches. He’d been halfway through another shaky thrust, tears still in his eyes, and then, at Eddie’s words, his movement stutters. He doesn’t quite gasp, but his exhale comes out shaky, a nervous huff of a noise.

Eddie goes still under him. He twists, peering around his own shoulder at Steve, his eyes wide and dark. He blinks and asks, “Really?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says again, voice thready. Steve tugs on his hair again, just enough to hear him hiss. “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

Steve’s breath catches, his brain abruptly knocked offline. He doesn’t— later, he’ll try to wrap his brain around why this works for him. Try to figure out whether it’s the daddy issues, the unspoken desire for a kid, or just the idea of filling Eddie up with his come, but in this moment, the only thing that he can think of is those words in Eddie’s mouth, the reality of what he’s about to do.

Steve’s a good, smart boy. Smart about this, at least. He likes to have sex. He’s safe about having sex. Even with Nancy, he’d never—

He fucks Eddie until he’s wailing, working his way up from the slow grind. Short, slow strokes, hard and deep. Harder, a little faster. It’s so much harder to fuck Eddie right like this, but it’s so intimate, tucked so tightly together that he can’t make himself move.

“Please,” Eddie is saying, and Steve isn’t even sure if Eddie’s aware that he’s talking out loud. He’s got his head buried in his arms, his body rocking forward every time Steve fucks into him, and his voice is throaty, his body shaking with every thrust.

“Please Steve,” he gasps, breathless, sweaty. He lets out an uneven moan at Steve’s next thrust, hard and deep, just the way Eddie likes it. “Do it, just do it, pump me full of your come, do it, please.”

Favorite dialogue (excerpt):

“Good morning, Princess,” Ganondorf tells her, still smiling. “That isn’t your usual guard.”

“No,” she tells him, and leaves it at that.

He hums thoughtfully, his eyes going to the guard again, and for a moment, she thinks that he may press the matter, as if it’s any of his business where Link may be, but after another moment, he drops it, leaving it with a polite nod.

They watch the birds in silence for some time.

Ganondorf, as it turns out, has a bag of feed with him, which he offers her when the robins have finished what's on the ground and turn to eye them expectantly.

She dips her hand into the bag, delighting in the cool press of seeds against her knuckles, and comes out with a palmful, which she gently tosses to the grateful birds. As she watches, a few more descend.

“Do you come to this spot often?” Ganondorf asks as she brushes the lingering kernels from her hands.

She looks at him, wondering if she should say. If he does mean her harm, this place that she only comes to when she means to be alone would be a delightful place for any would-be kidnapper. But, on the other hand, if he is to be her husband, he will learn soon enough.

“Yes,” she tells him, reaching to brush her knuckles across the rose nearest her, the last few drops of morning dew clinging to the downy softness of its petals. “I love this place.”

“It is lovely,” he says. “Quiet, peaceful. I was happy to find a place to myself.”

She turns to look at him, curious despite herself. “Do you have a place like it? Back home?”

Ganondorf is still watching the birds, but as she speaks, he turns to her, his expression soft.

“I do,” he says, sounding pleased. “We have orange trees growing in what passes for our garden. They grow in a small alcove tucked away from prying eyes. There’s a fountain there. It’s peaceful.” He seems to hesitate, then adds, “They smell divine when they’re in bloom. Perhaps one day I can show you.”

“Perhaps,” she replies, for politeness sake. She is her father’s only heir. He would never let her venture out into the desert, not even if she had all the guards in Hyrule with her.

Perhaps, she thinks, when she is queen. If her husband has not attempted a coup by then.

They have drawn an entire flock by now, not only robins, but jays and turtle doves. They bicker amongst themselves for the seed, their chatter light and easy. She only wishes that her entire day could be this quiet.

“Are you looking forward to the feast tonight?” she asks, only half listening as she watches one of the larger jays wallop one of the doves with its wing.

“I never look forward to feasts,” Ganondorf tells her gravely, which surprises her enough that she lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

When she’s done laughing, she looks at him, tears in her eyes, and confesses, “Neither do I.”

“Looking for your knight, princess?” Ganondorf whispers out of the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t duck his head towards her, but there’s a barely noticeable tilt to his head that means he wants to, that he wants his lips pressed right up against her ear, where he can speak truly to only her. The whisper, she thinks, will have to suffice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispers back, her eyes finding Link’s even as the words leave her mouth. He is watching them, but there’s a faint crack in his mask, a flash of pain bare on his face for all of Hyrule to see before he catches her looking and schools it into careful blankness once more.

Ganondorf chuckles, a warm rumble that she can feel through her entire body, from head to toes.

“Of course, you don’t,” he tells her, something faintly mocking in his voice. It makes her hackles go up, spine straightening as she lifts her head to look at him.

He is looking down at her now, and on his lips is a smile that she hasn’t seen from him yet. It isn’t the soft private smile from this morning, nor is it the polite smile that he gives her father and the rest of court. This is a strange smile, just for her, and it appears entirely genuine.

“Are you mocking me, sir?” she asks him.

“Perhaps,” he tells her, unexpectedly lifting her into a spin. She reels, a bit dizzy when he sets her back onto her feet. He smiles again, as if he’s laughing at her, and ducks his head to whisper in her ear, “Is it working?”

She blinks hard, finding Link over his shoulder again.

“Is what working?” she asks breathlessly.

She can feel his smile against her ear, the feel of it curving upwards. She shivers.

His lips move against her ear, his breath warm against her throat. “Am I making him jealous?”

She flinches. Not hard, but just enough to make her misstep. She corrects herself, but people have already seen.

There will be whispers. Rumors.

She huffs, and looks away from him, careful to keep her gaze away from Link.

“I told you,” she says coolly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs again, but obligingly straightens, taking his mouth far out of her reach.

They dance in silence until the music stops.

Favorite lines (excerpt):

“You can, you know,” Mobius tells him, and Loki wants to ask what, wants to ask if that’s freestanding permission— to take anything he wants, anything he needs.

“Can I?” Loki asks, his voice a rasp in the dark.

Mobius nods, his nose sliding against Loki’s. He’s holding his breath, Loki thinks, and that won’t do. Loki needs him to breathe.

He kisses him.

Mobius makes a thin noise, like he hadn’t really expected Loki to do it, then something heavier as his mouth slides open under Loki’s.

Loki reaches, curling his fingers against Mobius’s cheek, pulling him closer, until they’re almost on top of one another. Loki wants— he wants a great many things. He wants to kiss Mobius until his breathing goes erratic. Wants to crawl backwards onto the desk and let Mobius have him there, just like this. Wants to touch him all over, map out every square inch of his body until Loki knows every whorl of hair, every wayward freckle.

“Mm,” Mobius hums as Loki breaks the kiss. Their lips make a wet sound as they separate. The sound of it is thrilling. It makes him want more. Mobius clearly is on the same page, his eyes flickering open slowly, watching Loki through slitted eyes. As Loki watches, he smiles and asks, “Feel better?”

He does, actually.

The panic is ebbing, his heart regaining its normal rhythm, his vision no longer tunneling. He doesn’t feel as out of control now, like time itself is slipping away from him.

Loki licks his lips, ignoring the way that Mobius’ eyes linger on his mouth, and nods. He leans in for another kiss, this one shorter. He is very aware of the light of the loom, going ever brighter outside the window. Not long now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mobius tells him, leaning smugly back against the computers when Loki has finished with him. He looks rumpled. His hair askew, his lips bruised. Loki wants to wreck him.

“Don’t worry about what?” Loki asks, distracted.

Mobius jerks his head towards the loom, the timelines, the constant writhe of them against the blackness of the void. “That. Don't worry. You’ll get it right next time.”

Loki hisses, his head jerking up. He meets Mobius’ laughing eyes. Says, “When did you figure it out?”

Mobius shrugs, flashing Loki a look. “You didn’t get that good at physics overnight, Loki. Come on. How long have you been at this?”

Loki doesn’t know. Not really. He’s lost count. Lost count quickly even. “Too long.”

Mobius eyes him. He’s still reclined back against the computers, his elbows planted firmly under him, legs slightly splayed. Loki can see the length of him, hard in his slacks. It’s tempting. He is tempting. If they had more time, then maybe—

Mobius is still watching him, like he can see Loki's every thought printed out and set before him in real time. Who knows, maybe he can.

“Next time,” Mobius tells him, like a promise.

The light outside the window is growing brighter, the rattling of the entire structure around them getting louder.

Loki breathes.

“You won’t remember,” Loki says, feeling a tug of… something at that. Hurt, maybe. Grief, perhaps— for this version of Mobius that his hands have touched, this version who won’t exist five minutes from now.

“Maybe not,” Mobius tells him with an unconcerned shrug. “But I can promise you I’ll be receptive.”

Loki snorts. “That sure of yourself, are you?”

Mobius’ smile goes soft, secret. A little sad around the edges.

“With you?” he says. “Always.”

Ganondorf is enormous, well over seven feet tall and thick with heavy, corded muscle, the bulk of him great enough that in the months prior to his arrival, the castle staff had seriously considered widening several doorways around the castle. And while she is glad to know that he is able to fit through their doorways without issue, his size is… intimidating.

His hair is swept up into a glinting gold crown, the color a deep russet red that’s several shades darker than the rest of his kin. He's bare from the waist up, his naked torso heavily adorned, golden hoops in his ear lobes, a heavy looking necklace of gold and ruby draped around his throat, intricate designs swirling down to just above his navel. Delicate chains link the neck piece to golden cuffs squeezed tight around his biceps and then, even further down, another pair of arm guards that run from forearm to wrist. There is even, she realizes, her face going red, a pair of simple golden hoops through two brown nipples. They glint back at her in the afternoon light, mocking.

Zelda, who had missed the first of the introductions during her inspection of her betrothed, blinks hard, head jerking up when she hears her own name echoing through the chamber. She turns towards her father, who is looking back at her expectantly. She has no idea what he’s said, but she can guess.

She clears her throat, stepping forward until she is at the very edge of the dais. Her eyes find Ganondorf’s.

His eyes are warm. Gold. There’s intelligence there – slyness and cunning, yes – but even as the force of his gaze holds her in place, she recognizes something more there. A challenge. The potential for cruelty, perhaps. It will be a game, she thinks, looking at him. He will do his duty. He will wed her and unite their peoples, even swear fealty to Hyrule. And yet, she’s somehow sure that he will spend the rest of their lives testing her, looking for cracks in her armor, waiting and watching for a chance to usurp her throne.

She watches as he goes down to one knee before her, and finds her mouth wet as he reaches for her hand, saliva pooling against her tongue. Suddenly, she is very aware of everything. Her father beside her. Link at her back. Ganondorf’s kinsman watching her with a careful blankness masking their curiosity. There are wolves in the castle and they are hungry.

“Hello, Princess Zelda,” he says, mouth quirking upwards into something that’s more smirk than smile. His voice is warm, smooth like liquid honey.

“Ganondorf,” she makes herself say, willing her voice not to waver as she gives an estimation of a curtsy. It isn’t quite proper, but it is within the polite boundaries of etiquette. No one will be able to fuss.

His smile grows as his gaze flicks over her right shoulder, to where she knows Link is standing. She cannot allow herself to look, but she can guess that Link is likely standing there, his face carefully blank, the perfect soldier. She wonders what drew Ganondorf’s attention – a tightening of Link’s fingers around the hilt of his sword? A flicker of an expression around his mouth?

Whatever it is, Link holds Ganondorf’s attention for several long moments. Zelda can feel her hand begin to sweat against Ganondorf’s palm and longs to withdraw it. Then, Ganondorf’s smile goes a touch crooked, showing teeth, and still holding Link’s gaze, he ducks and presses his lips to her knuckles. Only then does he return his gaze to hers.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Ganondorf tells her, releasing her hand at last. Zelda can feel the burn of his lips against her skin, warmth blossoming outwards, sending seeking tendrils crawling down her wrist. She has to fight the urge to hide her hand behind her skirts.

She swallows again and makes herself smile, even as a shiver runs through her. “The pleasure is all mine.”

A hand touches her elbow and she flinches, expecting Link, but when she turns, it’s Ganondorf. He’s looking at her seriously, his heavy brows knotted. There is no calculating or cruelty on that face, only understanding.

“Wife,” he says, and that’s a little stab of agony as well, knowing that it is done, knowing that she is as good as shackled to the man next to her. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”

Her head jerks up, mouth parting. She’d expected cruelty, she realizes, looking into his eyes. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought that Ganondorf could be kind.

It is a sweet offer, but a barbed one, as well. Even if she were to put the night off – how long would he wait? A week? A month? Years? What if she never wished to bed him? Would he allow that or would he go to her father and declare the marriage contract null.

No, better to get this over with.

Zelda swallows and shakes her head. Her eyes go to Link, standing just to the left of Ganondorf. His face is like stone, still refusing to look at her. He will hold vigil, here at her door. He will… hear. She’s known that all along, but now, it’s like an arrow in her gut. She shouldn’t have kissed him.

There’s a soft sound in the hallway, a quick inhalation, and her eyes go to Ganondorf, who is looking down at her with something like realization. A knowing. Even a soft smugness.

“Oh,” Ganondorf says, voice thick with understanding. Her heart drops as Ganondorf looks between them, face creased. “It is like that, then. I had wondered.”

Link doesn’t look up at either of them, his jaw merely tightening as he stands straight under Ganondorf’s gaze.

Ganondorf laughs, a soft thing, colored with amusement, as he leans back against the door to her rooms. Light from Zelda’s candle glints off of his crown, off of the plate of gold laid over his chest. He’s still looking between them.

“Hm,” he says once he’s finished laughing, reaching for Zelda’s hand. She gives it to him, her heart hammering in her chest, and sucks in a quiet breath when he steps forward and gently draws her over the threshold to her rooms. He takes the candle from her, setting it into the waiting sconce, and looks back over his shoulder at Link, who is still stone-faced and silent at the door.

He quirks an eyebrow at him and says, “Well, aren’t you coming?”

Shock explodes across Link’s face, blue eyes going wide as a ruddy blush instantly colors his cheeks. His mouth drops, lips parting as a huff of surprise leaves him. He stares at Ganondorf, open-mouthed, the emotion bleeding back into him all at once.

He glances towards Zelda, as if looking to confirm what he’d just heard.

Zelda, who finds that her mouth is also open, only shakes her head in disbelief.

Link’s eyes go back to Ganondorf’s, only to dart away again, skittish.

Ganondorf chuckles again, stepping forward until he’s once again looming in the doorway. He cocks his head, as if curious, eyes running up and down Link’s body, heavy with intent.

“I will admit,” Ganondorf tells him, that same strange smile playing around his lips as he reaches out, brushing a wayward curl from Link’s face. “It’s been some time since I had a boy in my bed, but having the both of you won’t be such a hardship.”

He casts a glance over his shoulder towards her even as his palm slides up to cup Link’s cheek, an almost proprietary grip, his thumb coming to rest at the corner of Link’s mouth. She’s shocked to realize that she wants to see what would happen if Link opened his mouth and sucked it in.

Ganondorf must see something of her thoughts on her face, because he laughs again, louder, a rumble deep in his chest.

“What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. His smile is wide, knowing. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

Fic goals:

No goals this year, I don't think. Only to write what I want to write. And as per my resolution, work on the original work as much as I can.

#heather says what #year in review #new year's memes #heather writes #2023

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laladellakang · 2 years

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[Vlog] 델라의멀티로그🐟🎓🖤😉❕ - ENHYPEN (엔하이픈)

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen

italics dialogue = english | bold + [] = video captions

della's vlog where she tries to do what all they boys did in theirs

! this isn't really requested but i needed to make this 'cause i have writer's block and need to find my groove again !

[ 🐻 Good morning, ENGENE~~~ Hello, it's me, DELLA!! ] [ I'm greeting you barefaced today. I'm going to film a vlog!!!! ]

Della started her vlog off by waking up. Unlike last time, however, she's actually in her bed.

The camera was all up on her face and there was lofi music playing.

[ Oh no, Jjeongjeong saw me... ]

She pretended to act all shy before showing the camera that it was her stuffed cat.

[ Ily SUNOO-ya ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

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"Today! I will be doing all the things the members did in their vlog!" Della was sat criss-cross on her bed. "I'm the only one who doesn't have a vlog since they are too 'cool' to ask me to be in any of theirs," she bent her two fingers at the 'cool.'

"Well to be fair, I don't enjoy fishing, I'm just graduating, I'm not a Hanlim student, I'm not a part of Jungwon's family and I'm not a Music Bank MC- but that's not the point!" her inner rapper came out. "I will be doing what they did within one video!"

"First!" Della suddenly went quiet, racking her brain for what to say and do. "I am... Not going fishing.."

[ Uhhh ]

"Oh but they bought groceries! I'm gonna buy groceries!"

[ Hooray! ⭐️ ]

"So the members gave me a list on what they wanted," the camera was facing the supermarket's ceiling with Della whispering directly into the microphone. "I'm whispering because I don't wanna catch attention," we could then see Della's face again when she placed the device on the cart.

[ Members come first! ]

"Jay-oppa asked for quite a lot, I think he wants to cook something," she leaned down to speak quietly. "Maybe it's roast chicken since he asked for a whole chicken."

[ It was roasted chicken! It was soooooo yummy ]

"I usually go shopping with some of the members but I'm alone this time, so- and I don't think I've ever gone grocery shopping alone too, sooo," she bit her lip and paused a little.

[ Are you watching this, HEESEUNG-oppa? Baby DELLA is doing well, huh? 😌 ]

"It's gonna be a new- ooh! Tanghulu! Strawberries! I frickin' love strawberries!" she whispered aggressively.

[ Got distracted... ]

"Maybe I should buy fish and cook it sometime.. Yeah, let's buy fish."

[ Fishing! 🐟 ]

The next clips just showed Della picking up stuff and placing it in her cart.

"Okay- in retrospect, this is pretty boring to watch. I'm really sorry," she spoke quietly again.

[ Sorry, guys 😞 ]

"Maybe I should've gone fishing- actually, nope, it's all good. We still have three more things to do!"

[ Great vlog idea, DELLA 👍 ]

"Where are you going on Sunday? Inkigayo!" Della pointed a finger gun to the camera. "Hello, I'm Inkigayo's MC, Della," she shook a peace sign beside her face.

"We are now in the SBS green room," she spun the camera to show the area. "I'm lucky to have my own since I'm the only girl..." she thought about what she said for a few seconds. "Wait a second! I'm the only girl in the group too, why don't I get-" the next clip was added before she could finish her sentence.

"So this is the look for today," she was now standing up and showing her outfit. "A sailor-type of concept."

[ Let's go fishing!!!!! ]

"We just did a table read and should go live soon," she peeped outside of the door. "Unlike Sunghoon-oppa, our script is on a cue card right belo-"

"Della-ya!" she jumped before quickly turning around to reply with a 'yes?' "Is that a vlog?!"

[ -Right below the camera 👍 ] [ Cameo from a fellow MC and bandmate ✨ ]

"No no no, I'm not letting you show on camera," she looked like she was restraining someone back.

"Why not?!" anyone could tell that it was Choi Yeonjun.

"I wasn't in your vlog so why should you be in mine," she scrunched her face with a light glare.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry- but to be fair! It was our first day-"

"You were in my first day vlo-" it then cut to a blank screen.

"Hello, I'm Tomorrow x Together and TYD's Yeonjun," he finally appeared by her side and gave a wave to the camera.

[ Our 4th Gen It Boy 🥴 ]

"It's almost time for us to go live so we will see you again soon, byee!"

Della was then seen MCing on set. The camera was completely focused on her and covered Yeonjun and Bumjune.

[ Hope you liked the broadcast! ]

"Now I can eat!" she placed the camera down on the table in front of her. "Everytime we do a broadcast or a music show or well- basically anything in front of the camera, I always eat half of my food before and the other half after."

[ Unless we eat in a restaurant 😁 ]

"I don't wanna be too full, y'know?" she paused to take a big mouthful. The editors censored it with her picture though. "Mmm! So good!" she said with a small dance once some of the food has gone.

[ Wiggle wiggle ]

She covered her mouth with a giggle when she realised something.

"I wanna ask you guys. Listen- I don't know one girl who doesn't do a little dance or clap or make a small sound when they eat something yummy, what about you guys?"

[ Do you also do it or do you know someone who does? ]

"If the members eat something yummy, they go like 'wah!'" she said with an exaggerated deep voice. "Sometimes my baby also does the little dance like 'mmm,'" she repeated the wiggle.

[ My baby SUNOO ❤️ ]

"Why am I talking about this? We have to get to the next part of the vlog!"

"Guys, I'm actually graduating today!" Della exclaimed. She was still in her room.

[ I am God's favourite ]

"It is one o'clock at the moment. The ceremony is at three and the graduates have to be there at two-thirty or so," she showed the clock on her phone (additionally showcasing her OT8 lockscreen).

"The graduation in my school starts quite late in the afternoon. The other members'- except Jake's, of course, have them in the morning," she placed the camera down on her desk.

[ So we have lots of time to get ready! ]

"And we don't wear our uniforms to the ceremony! We wear formal outfits," she stepped back to show her dress. "We'll also be wearing the gowns later."

[ Of course mine has to be a black dress ]

"Jake-oppa wore a suit in his graduation but none of y'alls saw it," she shaded. "That guy acts like he's soo secretive when basically the whole world knows that he used to go to Dwight."

[ Sim Jaeyun slander time 🤭 ]

"He only posted that ONE picture of us in our uniforms and that's the only time he openly admitted to being a Dwight student," she sighed dramatically. "Is he ashamed to be in the same school as me?"

[ No, I'm not -JAKE (not DELLA at all) ]

"Okay, that's enough. Let's take a look at what the boys are wearing, shall we?" she took the camera with a mischievous look. "Guys! Can I see your outfits?!"

(the top furthest left is della's and it's up to you guys which boy gets which outfit)

"Ooh nicee, whose members are these?" she had a large grin on her face. "Hot damn!" she turned the camera towards the boys.

"Hello," "Engenes!" they all waved to the camera.

[ Don't they look dashing? 😍 ]

"Oh wow, maybe I shouldn't have shown you guys here 'cause our living room's a mess," Della muttered, making the boys laugh. "Maybe I'll post a picture on Weverse or Twitter once this vlog gets out."

[ Posted! ]

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"Hello!" Sunghoon appeared in an outdoor-looking place with a mask on. "We have arrived at the school and we are waiting for the ceremony to begin," Jungwon came by his side and into the frame.

[ I'm not allowed to hold onto anything so the members will take over! ]

"The ceremony is indoors but the weather is amazing today," Jungwon squinted his eyes a little upon looking at the sun. "It's sunny but not too hot."

"Have you guys ever seen Della's school up close?" Sunghoon turned the camera to show the campus with the rest of the boys standing near some shrubs. "It's like the schools in dramas, really."

"Oh you're right!" the camera started zooming in on the five boys slowly. "F5," then the Sungwon started singing to the Boys Over Flowers OST.

[ ... ]

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"Guys, we got Della a massive bouquet of her favourite flower," Sunoo said excitedly while hugging a (truly) large bouquet of roses.

"This is from Enhypen, Della's family and the staff. It's from all from us," Jay came to stand beside him. "Della's parents brought it here- thank you, 부모님," he gestured to the side. [bumonim : parents]

[ Thank you, my loves ❤️ ]

"Hello!" Della's dad's hand made a small cameo. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie. We love you!" he made a finger heart while her mom joined him with a 'we love you!'

[ They're so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love you! ]

"We're going to head inside since the ceremony is about to start, let's go!"

The boys sat in the audience, waiting for Della to go up to the stage. Their faces were the only ones who weren't censored.

"Della Kang," a roar of cheers from her very extra supporters erupted, causing the headmaster (who is the one to firstly congratulate the graduates) jump in surprise.

[ 😅😅 ]

The clips showed her walking on stage, receiving her diploma and having the string of her cap placed to the right side from the left.

It immediately cut to her standing on stage with her friends for pictures and finally throwing her cap in the air.

[ 🎓🎓🎓]

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"No way" Della made her way to her parents after everyone was back outside. "This is so cute, oh my God! It's massive!" her eyes widened as she took the bouquet from her mom. "Thank you!" she held it with one arm and used the other to give them all a hug.

The camera captured their excessive photo-taking session as well as Della's parents' teases when Enha decided to take individual pictures with their daughter.

"Eh? Ehh?" "Aww!" "Eyy, what is that?! Closer!" "That's the way!" "EHEM!" "Woo!" "Kang Della! What are you doing?! Hug him back!"

[ Mom and dad... ]

"Hello! So we are now- oppa!" Della slapped Heeseung's arm. "Pay attention!"

"Ah! Yes yes," he stopped looking at his phone to pay attention to the camera. "We are here to eat jjajangmyeon in the restaurant that Jay likes."

[ Here again! ]

"We have wine this time for the adults," Della picked up her glass. "I actually really dislike alcohol but I have Heeseung-oppa's glass just for pictures."

[ Do not believe social media 🙃 ]

"My parents and sister are also here with us," Della directed the camera to them.

"Eh-" Niki and Jungwon looked at her with wide eyes.

"You guys have seen them, right?! On the internet? If you haven't then I'm sure they'll censor it," they have but the (additional) editors decided to still censor them.

"Hello," Della's mom waved and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

[ Eomma's so pretty 😍 ]

"You know my sister wants to be an idol?" a series of 'what?!'s and 'really?!'s were heard from the boys.

"No!" she hid behind Niki's arm. "Either an idol or badminton athlete."

"Just like your sister then?" "Just like Della," Niki and Jake said at the same time.

"But I think she wants to do badminton more because, unlike Della, she hasn't quit her training," Della whined at her dad's comment. "What?! It's not a bad thing. I'm just stating my observation."

"Ah, if you go the idol route, we might do a collab in the future," Niki told Jaein.

[ ENHYPEN x KANG JAEIN collab?? ]

"Really?!" she stopped hiding behind him. "We'll just see in the future."

[ Jaein's bias is NI-KI. Can you tell? ]

"Just keep training for badminton and if you realise that you like singing more then you know what to do," Della turned the camera back to her and Heeseung before resting her head on his shoulder.

Jay cleared his throat from her other side, making her giggle and switch to him but still lock arms with Heeseung.

[ JAY-oppa ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

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"So the food's here and let's observe what everyone does when they eat good food," Della whispered to the camera. She looked up and waited patiently.

"Wah!" most of the boys said in unison while Jay and Niki let out a roar-like groan.

[ wAHHHHH ]

"Wait for it.." Della grinned and showed Sunoo, her mom and Jaein.

"Mmm!" cue the little wiggle.

[ See! ]

"See! What did I tell you," she laughed lowly.

"What are you on about?" Heeseung asked.

"Oh nothing," she giggled, placing the camera back and diving in.

[ I'm not gonna do it this time 😋 ]

Afterwards, Della placed the camera at a further angle, where everyone was visible. The audio was muted with an instrumental playing in the background.

[ Music by HEESEUNG-oppa and JAKE-oppa 😉 ]

The video went on just like that. Eleven of them having a pleasant conversation that was best left muted.

There was a time where the audience could see most of Enha laughing so hard that their faces were red and tears came out of Della and Jay's eyes.

[ My home ❤️ ]

The video ended with Della and Niki sat in the backseat of the car, her head reaching to rest on Niki's shoulder as they waved goodbye.

[ This is the end of my vlog ] [I hope you enjoyed it! I love you ❤️ ]

requests: —the boys with della's family —kang jaein might have a teeenie crush on our maknae

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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A tiny friendship blurb I wrote, because it's how I genuinely feel about the character of Eddie Munson, like someone wrote a character just for me (obviously not the case as millions agree 😂) and I will be devastated if anything bad happens to him tomorrow.

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"Well, you know, it's just strange that she's suddenly single, and you are suddenly cancelling on me every day, that's all I'm saying," you enquire in an irritated but calm as possible tone.

"Yes, Eddie is here...No...", Your tone shifts to annoyed.

"Don't you...you know what...I'm done...bye." you slam down the phone and throw yourself back across the bed with a growl.

"Urgh, I hate dating, and I hate high school!"

"Trouble in paradise", Eddie says absent-mindedly. He's been sitting crossed-legged at the foot of your bed through the entire phone call.

It wasn't unusual. You have been friends since you were kids. If you both weren't booked, you'd usually hang out together, and when it came to studying, you just worked better together.

You want to be mad, but you can't help but laugh, "Paradise? I think everyone knows that it was very far from that. Why did I even agree to that guy in the first place?" You wiggle your way across the covers to hang upside down from the bed.

"The same reason as usual, sweetheart. They were nice to you and asked you out." Eddie says whilst flicking through his textbook. There is very little emotion in what he's saying because he's said it so often to you.

He notices you've adopted a procrastinating position, slams his book shut and joins you hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, "Is this helping?" He smiles.

"I just figured maybe if I got the blood rushing to my head, maybe my last two brain cells would start working together instead of battling" you smile at the ridiculousness of it all.

"I mean, it's a good hypothesis, but from my experience, it really doesn't work." He playfully pushes you, which makes you sway side to side, "Come on, it's not so bad. You really didn't have anything in common with that guy anyway."

You turn to Eddie and nod in agreement, "You're right. You always are." You say as you struggle to do a sit-up to get back to the right way up. Eddie copies, but like it was the easiest thing in the world, "Show off", you nudge him.

"Shall we get back to it?" He says, waving a textbook at you.

"I mean, we should, but I don't know how much more of Titania and Oberon I can take," you say, pretending to faint.

"Wanna get out of here?" He offers, putting his hands on his lap.

You look at Eddie, then the textbooks, then back to him, "Is it bad to say yes?" You say with a pout.

"Of course it is, but that's what we do right. Make wrong decisions and just scrape by," he says, pantomiming his words.

You look out of the window and lean your head on your hand, "When is our turn, Eddie? When do we get the non-shitty end of the stick?"

"Oh no, no way, no pity party, I want no part in it. We are gonna make our own...um.. sticks," he tries and you both laugh.

You give him a great big hug and sit back, admiring him.

"I have no idea what I'd do without you, you know. I was so lost when we came here from England; you were just here. Just waiting in that convenience store. It was like someone wrote the perfect person for me. We like the same music, we both have similar strange behaviours, we don't fit in, we both play D&D, we've got the same weird sense of humour, I mean we even pretty much dress the same, and we're both well, you know..."

You smile knowingly at one another, "Playing for all the teams", he laughs. You nod and squeeze his hand.

You had never imagined ever being able to share that with anyone, at least not at school, maybe not ever. But with Eddie, it just felt comfortable enough to tiptoe around the question a few times, if it was weird, and eventually, you both just knew.

"You know, maybe I don't have the shitty end of the stick. Maybe I'm the luckiest person in the world to have someone like you in my life," you say in a moment of realisation, "and it's just that anyone I date isn't going to match up to that, and I need to stop expecting them to."

"Precisely!" He says, "You know, a few times I've wondered why we just haven't dated one another, and then I remember it's because that just wouldn't be fair to the rest of the world, right? So taking us both off the market, what would the shitty side of Hawkins do?"

You look at him adoringly. Whilst it was true he was perfection, it felt like you had all the time in the world to get together if you wanted to, because you'd always be friends, forever.

"So where shall we take our lecherous selves tonight?" He slaps his knees and stands up.

"Same place we always take ourselves to post break up, Eddie."

He smiles broadly, "Scoops?"

"Aye, aye, captain," you say in a deep voice.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie the freak munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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letstalkabouttvshows · 2 years

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Fic: Maria and Alex share a moment

[context: somewhere after season 3]

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Maria had closed the Pony to celebrate with her friends the new promising discoveries for a cure to her alien brain problems.

Everyone was there. She thought it'd be a good idea to have this moment with everyone, especially to repay all the hard work, Liz, Kyle, and Alex were putting in to figure everything out.

Most of them were dancing or having exciting chats with each other. Maria caught Alex on his phone though.

Michael and Max went out to get more pizzas, so she thought it was a nice opportunity to have Alex all to herself.

-Hey, you! I thought today was your night off - She asked, sitting across from him.

-Sorry - Alex apologized putting his phone away - Just forwarding some files for tomorrow's research. Alien mysteries never end - Alex had a light humor in his voice.

Maria smiled because it had been so long since the last time she actually saw Alex this light.

-Dance with me?

Alex smiled back at her and nodded.

Rosa had made an incredible job putting together the playlist. She was even able to put a few slow dance songs in there.

As they swayed, Maria asked:

-How are you? It feels like ages since we really talked.

-Well, things have been busy. And I know Greg wants you all to himself when he's in town. It's ok. - They both smiled, content.

-Thank you - Maria said.

-For what?

-For being a friend even when I didn't deserve it.

-Mari-

-Alex, I don't need you to try and make me feel better right now. Just listen, ok? - Alex sigh and nodded - You are a great friend! I'm sorry I wasn't. I dated the love of your life. That's a crappy friend move.

Alex raised an eyebrow agreeing and was also surprised because Maria DeLuca was admitting she was wrong. That wasn't small.

- I know it hurt you and it was complicated. I also know you never ever gonna throw that in my face. But I want you to know that I am sorry. I really am. - She continued.

Alex took a second to reply.

-Thank you for saying that - Alex chose to reply with soft care in his eyes. He knew that wasn't easy for Maria to admit or to take the step to make things right about their friendship.

-Michael needed someone - Alex continued - It just sucked it had to be you. But it is what it is.

They both shared an understanding yet sad look.

The truth is Maria wasn't a friend to Alex when he needed her the most. But Alex more than anyone understood how things can get messy. traumatic and just too much to handle.

He once told her he knew how easy it was to fall for Michael. He didn't blame her for that.

But, he couldn't pretend that didn't affect their friendship. Most of the days, he was ok with how things were between them. They were still friends.

But, there were times he missed the best friend connection he had with her.

-I know Kyle move up his position and got the Alex Manes' best friend spot and I know he's been doing a great job at that - Maria spoke with tenderness and Alex smiled - but you and Michael, you are meant for each other. You really are. I'm sorry I didn't want to admit it earlier.

-I thought you apologize for that already.

-Just wanted you to know that as one of your oldest friends and former best friend, I'm happy you have someone that loves you so much so that everyone can see by a galaxy away.

Alex grinned.

He always knew, even when it hurt, how much Michael loved him. But having other people point it out, makes him fall even more in love with Michael.

After a bit of silence and just swaying, Alex said:

-You know, I can have two best friends, right?

Maria smiled as big as she could.

-I'll do my best to earn that.

-Can I cut in? - Michael asked.

Maria and Alex looked at each other with soft eyes.

-Absolutely - Maria answered moving away from Alex and letting Michael swoop in and take him.

-You're back - Alex said in Michael's arms.

-And you're off your phone. Slow dancing a lot since I've been gone, Manes? - Michael asked with a raise of this eyebrows

-You do know that if someone were to get jealous in this particular configuration it should be me, right Guerin?

-What can I say? I don't like having you in other people's arms.

-Right back at you.

They both laughed. Truth is, the idea of them being with anybody else but each other, it was ridiculous.

Michael and Alex had already had the tough conversations, the apologies, and the promises of doing better, of being better. Things were finally the way they should be.

-Seriously, though, is everything ok?

-You know what? I think it's gonna be.

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#malex #malex fic #alex manes #maria deluca #michael guerin #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #rnm

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plum-pudding-and-honey · 1 year

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MONTHLY RANGE : Eight & Charley & C’rizz (2/2)

Terror Firma - 4/5 : I never thought I'd ever say this but I wish this had been longer. Some parts felt really rushed, especially the end, and I really don't like that the Doctor leaves Samson like that : I was hoping for more emotional goodbyes, at least a bit of conversation between the two about Gemma, about the Doctor forgetting them, about what Samson went through. But no, nothing. The idea behind this episode, however under developed it is, is brilliant, Davros is still a great villain, and it was a good follow up for Remembrance of the Daleks. C'rizz vs Dalek was very frightening and I like that we still get to know him more, especially about all those people he saved killed. And that ending!!! But yeah, this episode feels wasted somehow. Too bad.

Scaredy Cat - 1/5 : Hmm... So this episode was written by the same guy who wrote Twilight Kingdom and … yeah, this was as boring as the last one. Maybe even more. It just feels like nothing happens, the side characters were BORING, the little girl was super annoying with this horrible song that sticks into your head and this stupid laugh. I was this close to not listening to it until the end. Next please.

Other Lives - 5/5 : This episode is extremely dark at times and very joyful/humorous at others. I liked having the three parallel plots and the fact that there is no monster of the week or big alien invasion, just the TARDIS kidnapping two French people (about that, BF should stop trying to make their perfectly English actors try and sound foreign, it's beyond annoying now). What happens to C'rizz is horrible and what he does at the end is kinda understandable although I guess this won't show him in a good light when the Doctor and Charley find out about what he's done. Georgina was so touching, I want to adopt her, I want her to travel with the Doctor.

Time Works - 2.5/5 : The first part is very good, I was hooked. And then I got bored. I really didn't empathise with any of the characters, apart from Vanet. Charley is annoying me more than ever and it's so very long.

Something Inside - 4/5 : Eight losing his memories? Check. Eight being tortured? Also check. I really enjoyed this episode (maybe because I'm a bit sadistic because I like when my Doctor hurts. It's usually when McGann gives us his best performance). The psych created to fight in a war and then put aside society was a good idea. Eight had very good moments, especially when he snapped at Charley, and which reminded us that he's usually very sweet when everything is well and goes according to his plan, but when he starts losing control, he can be very dark and usually his companions end up on the wrong end of the stick. It's what makes Eight my favourite Doctor. And C'rizz isn't treated better here. But it reminds us that he isn't human and that he's not morally white either. And I was a bit disappointed when Tessa, sensing the brain worm, says something about murderous thoughts that she didn't mean C'rizz. I guess we won't acknowledge his murderous tendencies until Absolution but it's still a bit frustrating.

Memory Lane - 3.5/5 : The first part is brilliant. The TARDIS being stolen by an icecream man and the Doctor's reaction are priceless. But after that it becomes very long and nothing much happens. Although I quite liked the way C'rizz defeated the cell. And we're finally gonna address what the fuck is wrong with him so yay!

Absolution - 3/5 : I'm not really buying the heaven and hell thing but it was easy to pretend it wasn't so I'm gonna let this slide. So this episode was intense. We finally find out what the fucking heck is going on with C'rizz but I was expecting some reaction from the Doctor and Charley about his killing people (Terror Firma, Other Lives). The episode in itself is not crazy good, it's ok, but it digs a little bit deeper in the Doctor/companion relationship that I love so much. And Eight and Charley's argument at the end is brilliant because they're both so right. The Doctor has seen so many people leave, has lost so much, that acting nonchalent about people leaving is sort of a coping mechanism at this point. And Charley can't understand that. But she's right when she says that he doesn't care for C'rizz : I don't think there's been any kind of attachment from the Doctor.

The Girl Who Never Was - 2.5/5 : Goodbye Charley, I won't miss you. The first two parts were good but then the Cybermen arrived and I completely checked out for most of the third part (which didn't prevent me to still follow what was going on...). And if it were a normal episode it wouldn't get 2.5 but it's not. Charley is leaving and we know it's gonna have some kind of effect on the Doctor. I liked how she tries to ditch him in the first part and yet he still keeps coming back. And excuse me but did RTD steal the Doctor erasing his companion's memories to save them from this episode or what? (wouldn't be surprised). So the Doctor doesn't know consent, please someone teach him before Clara arrives, but at least it's not as tragic as with Donna because Charley actually gets her memories back. Good for her. And it's Eight who ends up losing his memories (LOL) (again, not as tragic as Twelve because he does remember Charley). And I really like how done and bitter he is at the end : "You work in a hotel, you should know that people always leave." Ouch.

Overall opinion : Again the quality varies greatly between episodes. And I'm disappointed with some of the latest episodes : Memory Lane most of all because in my memories it was a great episode and I didn't find it that good this time. And I'm REALLY glad this format is over because it's sooooo long, I just can't.

#doctor who #eighth doctor #big finish #charlotte pollard #c'rizz

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goofyahhvents · 3 months

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another little venty vent cause fuck people

i hate myself. I actually hate myself. u hate my body. I hate my personality. I hate my brain. I want to go to my friends but they're always either doing great or terribly and I don't want to ruin their mood or make it worse with my issues. I actually wanna k!ll myself again, for the first time in 4 months. not my goofy constant imma kms like genuinely just need an inconvenience to shove me over the edge rn. I feel so stupid talking about what's going on in my head but sometimes this helps.does anyone else ever daydream about something terrible happening and think about what everyone's responses would be based off of your experiences with them, cause I do. and i realized mhow much people wouldn't care. I hope maybe one day they will care. I want to talk so bad to by bestfriend but she's literally getting proposed to tomorrow and I don't wanna ruin that. (btw they've only been together 4 months and I think it's a great idea eventually but not for two teenagers who haven't even made it passed the 1 year mark.) but nobody knows what to do if I cry lol, I have the emotional tendencies of a man. I honestly just want to break tf down and have someone there to comfort me and hold me but obviously I'm some unlovable ass who has never been in a good relationship. and honestly I'm gonna need my ex to stop pretending like I'm talking shit about her when ik she knows it's true. and istg if bro doesn't stop saying "you did look how that worked out" every time I say fuck you am going to bash my head against a brick wall because I FUCKING KNOW BRO you're literally the one who broke up with me even if it seems like we never actually dated and we never "broke up" dude I know please stop reminding me I wasn't as important to you as you were to me I know this shit by now. I'm mostly over it but some days she will not shut up about it and I wanna slap her cause I think she knows what she's doing to me at that point. I just want someone who will genuinely love me and actually take care of me. but anyways I've started counting calories and eating less and relapsing more again so that's fun. but if I tell the one person I can tell they'll only be like same. I try to ask her how she's genuinely doing but she always brushes me off and I don't know how to really express my feelings. she's not my therapist though so idrk why I want to tell her. probably because sometimes I only feel like I'm there to do things for them not just because I'm their friend. I kinda expected and I think even wanted her boyfriend to notice and say something to her but he doesn't have social skills so they can never see how i deflate when they talk about certain topics that strike a nerve. also idk why they say I'm not fat, we all know I am so why won't they just admit it. I do truly hate my body and they know so maybe that's why. I've tried so hard to look better but I just cant.

#tw selfhate

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academy13 · 6 months

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Newsies has once again invaded my brain, so lo and behold I'm plotting out an AU... the gist so far is that Adric and Nyssa are siblings, in like the sense that her father took Adric in after his brother died (gonna go ahead and say their parents sent them out of country at a young age because I recently came across someone telling the story of their family history and their great grandfather was sent to the United States at 12 years old to avoid being conscripted by first the Ottoman Empire and then the British because of WWI. So in that vein, Adric and his brother were sent to NYC, with no other relatives with them or even living there.). Nyssa's dad does reasonably well, like not you know super wealthy, but they're definitely comfortable. I have to play around with why she and Adric wind up getting into selling newspapers, but since I can use Newsies as a general idea it'll probably be similar to Davey and Les.

Tegan actually gets similar as well, except it's just her and her aunt, and selling newspapers is a way for her to not only help with the house, but also have a measure of independence. Her aunt's death is gonna be a whole Thing, given that I'm giving her the leadership position of the Brooklyn Newsies (I say its Brooklyn because the whole damn Burrough is pretty no-nonsense and also I think it would be fun to have them be immigrants living there) and Turlogh will accidentally set her off because yeah, he's gonna be there too. He'll be a pain in the ass, but since he and Tegan are basically siblings in canon, it'll work out very well for my plans.

Five I haven't decided on yet, but I think he'll be from a family that's really well off, but he's just like mutually ignoring them (I can't remember what TV show this is from, but one character has a parent who puts money into their bank account and they both pretend they don't know where it's from. It'll be kinda like that.) and he sort of winds up adopting these morons like he does in canon and of course nonsense happens.

To continue the theme, and because I want to do some world building, Sarah Jane will be there as well. She'll be a reporter, but have been a newsie some years before the start of the story and thus have the respect of most of the cities newsies, not only for the reporting, but also because she was the leader of a different burrough's newsies. I don't have a timeline yet, but loose idea is that the 1899 strike depicted in Newsies is something she was involved in.

Nine will also be there, he'll have been a newsie but is working at the docks by the time the story rolls around. Will also have pull with newsies as well because of this, plus he's the most working class of the Doctor's. This man would look right at home at a dock or a ship yard. Anyways, he'll be hanging around Sarah a bit and basically be everyone's older brother, yes that includes Five.

I have no plans for Harry, Four, Rose, Mickey, or Jack as of yet, but I'm sure they'll wind up in there. For the most part the focus is gonna be Team Five, but that doesn't preclude other Doctors or companions showing up, depending on how this all develops. I only have a couple of scenes and some broad ideas.

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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hai!! im LOVING that i found this gem of an account of yours 🤩 could i request a scenario where supercorp's reaction to their daughter cutting their hair really short,, (girl crush vibes)?? I'm loving your works the more i read!!

YAY!!! That makes me so happy to hear it!

Here’s how I think they would react like. Thanks for the prompt!

Haircut

Word Count: 1510.

“I wanna cut my hair.” You announce, walking in the kitchen and both Lena and Kara raise their eyes at you.

“Ok. I’ll get the red sun lamps and the scissors.” Kara agrees, motioning to leave.

“No, no.” You stop her before she leaves. “It’s nothing you can do.”

“Kid, I’ve been cutting your hair since you were born. I can do anything.” Kara says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” She agrees with her head. “Then why do I have the same haircut ever since I was two?”

“That’s not-” Kara starts, but Lena cuts her off.

“It’s true. You basically only trim her bangs and sometimes the tips.”

“See.” You point at Lena. “I want a different haircut. I want it to be very very short.”

“But you have such pretty hair. Why would you do that?” Kara asks, looking confused. “Next thing you’ll say is that you grew out of bangs.”

“I did grow out of bangs, but there’s not much I can do except wait for it to grow now.” You shrug. “But the hair, yeah, I want to change it.”

“But-but-but” Kara says with tears in her eyes. You look at Lena.

“You know, maybe it’s not a good idea to cut your hair, baby. Wouldn’t it be weird if both Superkid and you got a haircut at the same time?” Lena asks, you first roll your eyes as a response, then you add.

“Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Besides, didn’t Kara Danvers and Supergirl get bangs at the same time and no one noticed, including you?”

“I’ve noticed.” Lena mumbles. “I just didn’t want to comment on it because I thought it would be impolite.”

“Telling momma she got the same haircut as Supergirl would be impolite?”

“Yeah, and that she was too old for bangs.” Lena shrugs, making Kara snap her head up and look at her.

“What?” Kara furrows her brows at Lena. “I looked great in bangs! Here’s proof!” She points at your hair, and you sigh.

“Ok, whatever. Nevermind.”

But it’s not really whatever. And you might have said nevermind to them, but you mind. You really do mind.

Vou: Hey! Can you do me a solid?

Aunt Alex: What do you need?

You: Can I meet you at the DEO?

Aunt Alex: I’m here!

It takes you a while to get there. You must say, sometimes you miss being Superkid, just because it was so much easier to move around town. Oh, and much faster than a bus.

“Hey!” Alex greets you when you walk in the DEO. “It took you a while.”

“Yeah, I flew here on a bus.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your very Kara-like joke. “What do you need?

“Can you cut my hair?” She looks lost at the question, so you decide to give her more information. “You know, red sun emulator and scissors?”

“Right.” Alex agrees, making her way to where the red sun lamp is kept. “Doesn’t Kara usually cut your hair?”

“Usually, yeah. But I want to change styles a little. I was thinking more like 2015 Alex and less like 2020 Kara .”

“That’s a big change. Are they ok with it?”

“Aunt Alex-” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 16. I’ve saved National City a few times. I think I can choose my own hairstyle.”

“Ok, kiddo.” Alex points at the chair. “Let’s do it! I’m up for you looking more like me! And my hair in 2015 was a look.”

You sit on the chair and Alex turns the red sun lamp on, so it dampens your powers. You give her a thumbs up and an excited smile.

Forget about the fact that you’re cutting half of your hair, because you think it would make it harder for people to recognize you. Forget about the fact that you believe it could take the weight off your shoulders. If glasses had been your disguise for years now, maybe a new haircut can buy you some time before people remember about your existence.

You shouldn’t focus on that. You should focus on the excitement that change brings into a person’s life. And maybe this outside change can help you with your inside change too.

“Ok. Oh my God, I swear you look like a total badass.” Alex puts the scissor down and you look to the floor and see big chunks of your hair lost in there. Ok. You hope she’s right. “Here, look.”

Alex raises the mirror in front of your face, and you smile at yourself. Perfect. You not only look like a total badass, but somehow you also don’t look like yourself.

“It’s perfect.” You stand up from the chair, throwing your arms around her. “Thanks aunt Alex. You’re the best. I’m gonna go show Jamie.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m here for you, kiddo.”

So far the reactions to your new haircut have been:

Alex: You look like a total badass.

Kelly: Oh, wow. You look so fancy with this new hairstyle!

Jamie: Oh my God. OH MY GOD! You don’t even look like a dipshit anymore! I love it!

Maya: Uh. You-You-Uh-How-Oh God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Babe, you look so good it’s hard to get my words out.

And now, onto your moms reaction:

“Hey babygirl, where were y-'' Lena looks at you with incredulity in her eyes. “You cut your hair.”

“Mhm.” You walk past her, pretending it’s not a big deal. Lena holds your arm before you move away.

“Let me look at you.” She asks, and you stop, staring at her with an expectant smile. Her hands go to your hair, as she feels them on her hands, twisting a lock on her fingers, then putting it behind your ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You think so?” You ask, with a bigger smile now.

“You always look beautiful.” She holds your head and kisses your forehead.

“Do you think momma will like it too?”

Lena furrows her brows. “What? Where did you get a haircut if not with Kara?” Eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you went to a hair salon.”

“No! Mom, come on. It was aunt Alex.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Alex did this? Huh. Can’t believe I’ve been flying to Paris to have my hair cut when she can do stuff like that to one’s hair.”

“Hey love! Oh, and who’s that?” Kara asks, coming inside the house from the backyard door. You turn around to look at her with a smile. “Oh.”

Kara’s brain seems to be malfunctioning as she only stares at you saying nothing and with no other reaction. Your smile slowly fades as you wait.

“Kara? Say something!” Lena says and she finally blinks.

“Oh, you got a haircut!” Kara furrows her brows. “Who-who cut your hair?”

“Aunt Alex.”

“Huh. Ok. Well, I’ll be right back.” Kara says and she flies away. You look back at Lena.

“She hated it.” You sigh woefully. Pout, and soon, you’re bawling your eyes out in Lena’s shirt. She tries to calm you down, but you can’t be stopped. You didn’t know you needed Kara’s approval that badly.

So you make your way to your bedroom, ready to not get out of bed for a while, wrap yourself in a blanket, and keep crying into your pillow.

“Hey.” Kara shows up a few minutes later. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” But you are. With your face squished against the pillow so she can’t see it.

“Can you look at me?”

“No. Go away.”

“Little one, please. I wanna show you something. Look at me, come on.” Kara asks and you turn your face slowly to look at her. You blink your eyes when you realize what it is that she wants to show you.

“You cut your hair like mine?” You sit up right away, and Kara smiles at you.

“Yes! I mean, I always wanted to cut my hair like that, but I was scared of how it would look, and then you did it. And Rao, you look so perfect! Like, kid, you legit look like a freaking rockstar. So, it would obviously look good on me too, right?” She looks so excited it’s hard to wrap your mind around it. “Right?”

“Yes! Of course! You look incredibly handsome, momma.” You say, and she lets out a relieved breath. “But what about the whole Supergirl and Kara Danvers getting the same haircut at the same time?”

“Oh.” She thinks about it for a second. “I mean, I got away with bangs. No way I won’t get away with this now.”

“I guess.” You shrug and Kara cleans your tears, with a smile.

“Go wash your face so we can take a selfie with the same haircut.”

“God, momma. No. You’re way too old for that.” You joke, and Kara shows you her tongue. But you still take a picture with her, because she does, indeed, look handsome and you want to show off your new haircut too.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Among Us idea: Because I'm a little bit obsessed with game mechanics and glitches in fic...how about a round where one of the Hermits gets left behind? The game ends, and everyone but them is transported to the lobby, but they're just left on an empty ship flying eternally to some destination it will never reach... All the tasks are done. There's nothing left to do. So why is the game still keeping them there? And how do they escape? (It could also be two people left, if writing just one alone would be boring. Your choice who!)

SKSKSKSKSK HOW DO YOU DO THIS I’VE BEEN PLANNING OUT AN IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS IN WHICH TWO PLAYERS ACCIDENTALLY GET LEFT BEHIND HOW DO YOU KEEP READING MY MIND (/lh)

also i had a kind of idea to expand the concept a little bit and i hope that’s okay :)

also also i too love the ideas that utilise glitches or kinda ignore game mechanics; they're always so interesting to write! :D

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Having finished his tasks a long time ago and not being teleported to any meetings lately, Skizz wanders around the whole ship, trying to find a friend. A buddy. Or literally anyone. But the ship seems deserted.

Finally, Skizz wanders into admin and checks the special table.

To his shock, he finds only two yellow faces on the screen: one in admin and one in cafeteria. So he rushes into the cafeteria and literally bumps into someone coming the other way.

“Oh my gosh, FINALLY,” Impulse breathes. “Where IS everyone?”

Skizz glances away, unable to meet his best friend’s gaze. “We have a problem.”

Impulse frowns. “What?” he asks warily.

“Um…” Skizz rubs the back of his neck. “So… it seems we’re the only two people on the ship.”

It takes a moment for Impulse’s brain to process what his friend just said. “...what?”

“I looked around the whole ship and then went to the admin table. There were only two yellow dots: me and you. There’s literally nobody else anywhere on the ship, dude.”

“But… I…” Impulse blinks. “How is that possible? Did the game end and leave us behind, somehow?”

“I feel like that’s the only possible explanation, but at the same time, it makes no sense.”

“Well, if this IS what happened, it’s gotta be a glitch, right?” says Impulse.

Skizz nods. “Gotta be. But now the question is… how do we get outta here?”

Impulse gazes around the room. “The game always automatically puts us back in the lobby when we’re done, so… I don’t think there’s a way of manually doing it.”

Skizz stares back at him with wide eyes. “You mean we’re stuck in THIS particular ship forever?!”

“W-Well, hopefully not FOREVER,” Impulse responds nervously. “I’m sure they’ll have realised we’re missing by now and they’ll be trying to get us back.”

“But what if they can’t?!” Skizz yelps. “We’ll be trapped in this purgatory forever!”

“Not helping, Skizz,” snaps Impulse. “We’ll be totally fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, like I can have ANY faith in your words anymore,” mutters Skizz, turning away.

Impulse glances sharply at him, sensing that his best friend’s words aren’t about Among Us. Not entirely. “What do you mean?”

Skizz just rolls his eyes and walks off.

Impulse watches him go. Looks like Skizz hasn’t been so quick to forgive and forget after all. Now the way Skizz was acting around him earlier makes sense.

After making a quick trip around the ship, Impulse discovers Skizz sitting leaning against the wall in admin, tossing a stack of ID cards at the wall one at a time.

“Still no way off,” Impulse reports. “Looks like we’re stuck here until they rescue us. Flying through space. On a ship heading to nowhere. An endless journey. With nothing except-.”

“Yes, okay, I get it!” Skizz snaps at him.

After a moment, Impulse leans against the admin table. “Skizz, you’ve been acting weird around me all night. I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk.”

“C’mon. We’re stuck here on a ship on our own for the foreseeable future. There’s no better time to talk than now.”

“Okay!” snaps Skizz unexpectedly, jumping to his feet. “FINE! You wanna talk?! I don’t care! You did a LOT of talking back there on 3rd Life and not a word of it was true!”

Impulse frowns. “Is that what this is about?”

Skizz’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “WH- WHAT DO YOU MEAN “is that what this is about”?! You say that like I’m mad at you for stealing my sandwich! Impulse, you LIED to me, BETRAYED me, and then watched Grian KILL me! You told me over and over again that you were on my side and you were loyal to us but you planned to betray us from the start! Y-You planned to betray ME. Do you-” He breaks off with a bitter laugh. “You know what, I was gonna say “do you have any idea how much that hurts?” but you DO, don’t you? Because your own ally turned on you. And murdered you. And you know what? YOU DESERVED IT!”

Impulse can only stare at his best friend with an expression of guilt and sadness.

“I wanted you to go far, dude! I wanted you to win at one point!” Skizz’s voice cracks. “I thought you were the best of us but it turns out you were nothing but a dirty liar and a traitor! I thought “oh, his strategy of playing all sides is pretty smart, actually, but he’s gonna have to pick a side at some point” but I didn’t realise that meant pretending to pick a side and then STABBING THEM IN THE BACK! Of all the- the jerky things to do! You pick the worst one! I-I just don’t understand how you could do that to someone you’ve been a brother to for A QUARTER OF A CENTURY! GOD, you SO deserved to die and the biggest regret of my life is that I didn’t get imposter tonight so I could stab you in the FACE!”

Skizz finally stops talking, breathing heavily. He takes in a deep breath, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Wow… I did not expect to yell that much…”

“I…” Impulse searches for something to say. But he can’t find anything. “I don’t…”

“You don’t have to say anything, Impulse.” Skizz gives a weak smile. “I-I think I just needed to… to let my feelings out.”

“You just needed to yell at me, huh? I get that.”

“Haha, yeah. Remember that time I snuck onto Hermitcraft and did a bunch of reckless things and then died, and you didn’t know if I was gonna respawn or not?”

Impulse nods, a small smile appearing on his face. “That’s what I was indirectly referring to. I think my throat hurt from yelling at you for, like, two weeks after that.”

“Are we even now, then?” asks Skizz.

“Well, I mean… Probably not. I still have a lot to make up for.”

Skizz shakes his head. “No, it… it’s okay. We all did things in that place that we’re not proud of.”

“Even the great Skizzleman?” teases Impulse weakly.

“Oh heck yeah. I still have nightmares about how I violently murdered two of my friends and how bloodthirsty I felt for so long. It freaks me out that I got to that point, man. Even in Among Us when I murder people, even you, I never got THAT bad.”

“Yeah, 3rd Life was…” Again, Impulse searches for the right word. “...an experience. In more ways than one.”

“It really was,” Skizz murmurs, letting out a long breath. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have let it affect Among Us so much.”

“No, it’s okay. And we can-.”

Impulse breaks off Skizz suddenly disappears in front of him. Blinking, he just has time to take a step forward before the admin room vanishes and he finds himself back in the lobby.

With eight people staring at him.

“Oh my gosh, finally!” Tango gasps, grabbing both Impulse and Skizz in a hug. “Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine, dude,” laughs Skizz quietly. “We just yelled at each other a bit, that’s all.”

Impulse chuckles. “Well, it was mostly Skizz doing the yelling.”

“Yeah, true. How did you guys even manage to get us out?”

“The insane genius that is Etho hacked into the code and managed to force the round to end again,” Tango responds. “Somehow. I dunno how. Took us a while to figure out what’d happened, though.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen that glitch before,” Etho chimes in. “There was six left, Grian and Ren double-killed me and Pungence to win, and that should’ve been it. The rest of us respawned in the lobby but we realised you two were missing.”

“Whoa, that’s so weird.” Skizz exchanges a look with Impulse. “Cuz for us, it was like the round just hadn’t ended.”

“Yeah, we’d both done all our tasks and we had no idea anything had happened.”

“What did you guys do?”

Impulse and Skizz shoot each other another look, silently making a mutual decision. “Just talked a bit and tried to look for a way out,” Impulse replies. “That’s all.”

Tango frowns, clearly picking up on the slight tension between them, but he doesn’t mention it. “Okay. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again.”

“Yeah.”

Skizz thinks back to the way he’d exploded at Impulse, and the way Impulse had looked at him with fear in his eyes. All the fury, the despair, the hurt… It had all spilled out at once. Skizz never wants to feel that way again.

“Let’s hope not.”

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After all this time, I'm still into you

shikamaru nara x reader word count: 2k warnings: i think there’s one swear word?

You two had grown up together. You’d been the yin to his yang, that was the joke you two always heard. You had energy for days, and he was the laziest person in the village. Although you were able to get him moving, he somehow always managed to get you to mellow out. You were the only one who could pull Shikamaru from his spot cloud watching and force him to play ninja with you. He was the only one able to talk you out of your crazy ideas. He held you back from danger, and you pushed him out of his comfort zone. It was a perfectly balanced friendship.

In your academy days, you were able to keep Shikamaru paying attention in class, even if he did sleep for most of it. He likely wouldn’t have passed without you there by his side, bouncing your leg throughout the class. And whenever you’d get too excited to focus, he was able to ground you and make you concentrate on your work. Once you were placed on separate teams, it was harder to keep up your friendship, but something drew you back time and again, and it seemed to be the same for him. He’d see you running around the village and convince you to take the rest of the day off to watch clouds with him. You’d check up on him if you hadn’t seen him around, usually finding him napping. Forcing him to spar with you was the easiest way to get him up and moving, even if he did beat you most times. He knew how you fought, and even if you knew how he fought, you weren’t really one for complicated plans of attack. You weren’t quite as bad as Naruto, but you also weren’t hard to predict. The loser always bought lunch afterwards, and more often than not, your wallet was lighter after spending the day with him. The few times you’d managed to beat him, you’d held it over his head for weeks, not letting him forget until he’d managed to beat you again in retaliation. Through the years, you maintained this dynamic. No one was quite sure how you could motivate him so well and they’d often shake their heads at your polar opposite personalities, sure that one day the differences would be too much. But he was always your lazy best friend. Then you’d gotten into a relationship with Kiba. He perfectly matched your energy and was always up for a good fight. You two were unstoppable and you’d accidentally caused damage to the village more than once. But as you got closer to Kiba, you began to drift away from Shikamaru. Sure the two of you still got together now and then to swap stories and have lunch, but you had less time to seek him out, and turned him down more and more because of dates with Kiba. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be friends, but you both had more and more demands on your time, and Shikamaru’s friendship had just...... become less of a priority in your mind. You felt confident that you’d always be best friends though, you’d been through too much together not to be.

Eventually, your relationship with Kiba ended. You both loved each other, but a good relationship needs balance, and that just wasn’t possible between you two. Luckily, you’d both realized and parted on good terms. That hadn’t made it hurt any less. And so you’d turned to your best friend. Except that, he couldn’t be there. Not in the way you needed him. You’d drifted far, and although there was still love, you just didn’t quite know each other as well as you once did. But he’d reintroduced you to Ino, and you’d quickly hit it off. It began mostly with a mutual hate of Shikamaru’s laziness, but you’d gone on to bond more and more after that. You began to regularly visit the flower shop Ino worked at to go for lunch. Walking in you called out to her, “Inooooo! You ready to go?”

“Yep! Gimme a minute to hang up my apron.” She smiled, stepping to the back room, “Mom! I’m heading out for lunch, the register is unsupervised!” You heard a voice call back, but couldn’t make out the words. “Whatever, she knows.” Ino shrugged, stepping out from behind the counter. She looped her arm through yours. “Where to?”

“I don’t know, where do you wanna go?”

“I think Choji had mentioned that he and Shikamaru were gonna try out that new barbeque place that just opened- wanna see if they’re there?”

You grinned at the thought of barbeque, “Sounds good to me, let’s go!” And with that, the two of you strolled off.

You weren’t excited to see Shikamaru, it was still awkward between you, but Ino seemed to want to hang out with her team, and who were you to stop her just because you were afraid of an awkward silence. As you walked over to the restaurant, you made small talk with Ino, telling her about the mission you’d just gotten back from. “Ugh, I can’t wait till Lady Tsunade sends us out again. I’m so tired of sitting in that flower shop everyday!” Ino groaned, rolling her eyes. “Like, I’m happy to have something to do I guess, but it gets really old really- Oh there they are!” she raised a hand, spotting the two boys sitting at a table. “Hey! Got room for two more?” she pulled you over with her. “Yeah of course, are you gonna pay?” Choji asked, grinning.

Slapping his arm, Ino sat down next to him. “Of course not, pay for your own food!” She smiled at you, nodding towards the seat across from her, next to Shikamaru. You grabbed the chair and slid it out, sitting down. “So, what’ve you guys been up to on our time off?” Ino started.

“Nothing much, I learned how to bake which has been awesome. Now I can have cake whenever I want!” Choji exclaimed, smiling. “Nice, Shikamaru?” Ino looked to the boy next to you.

“Ehh, just been laying around mostly.” Ino seemed satisfied and launched into a conversation with Choji. You chuckled and under your breath said, “Now who’s surprised at that.” You kept your eyes trained on the menu, searching for a meal you liked.

“Yeah well, at least I can relax.” you heard quietly from beside you.

Your head shot up, looking at Shikamaru. “Oh? Well, there is a difference between relaxing and becoming one with your bed you know.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. His mouth twitched, a small smirk betraying him. “Mmm you’ve got me there. One of these days you’ll run out of fuel and end up sleeping for days, and when that happens I won’t let you forget it.”

“Yeah no, sleeping for days? Sounds like a drag.” You grinned, teasing him just like you used to, this time, feeling your cheeks heat slightly.

He side-eyed you, grinning, “You and your mouth never stop moving, isn’t it troublesome to be always going?”

You opened your mouth, pretending to be offended, but before you could reply, the waiter showed up to take everyone’s orders. The rest of lunch passed in casual conversation with the table, as you avoided looking at Shikamaru. It felt good to trade insults again, but something was still different, it wouldn’t ever really be the same, and you knew you held most of the blame for that.

When lunch finished, you offered to walk Ino back to the flower shop. She agreed, and you bade Choji and Shikamaru goodbye. Turning your backs on the restaurant, Ino grinned at you. “So?” You just continued walking, “So what?”

She groaned, “You and Shikamaru! Didn’t it feel good to be just like the old days? I remember how you two always were.” She knocked her shoulder against yours. “Haha, yeah I guess....” you trailed off, staring at the feet. “I don’t know though. It’s just not the same you know? It’s different. There’s still.... distance between us.”

Ino rolled her eyes, “You know, I still wonder, how did you two even get so far?”

“Hah, I don’t. It’s my fault really,” you proceeded to spill the beans on how you’d chosen your relationship with Kiba over Shikamaru’s friendship. “And now we’re basically strangers compared to how close we used to be. I hate it but, it is what it is, there’s no going back.”

She nodded silently before asking, “Wasn’t he your first kiss?”

You chuckled remembering the day. A soft blush covered your cheeks thinking of how embarrassed and nervous you’d been. Shikamaru had asked you after school, and you’d agreed to be his first kiss. You’d been hoping it meant that he felt something for you, but looking back, you knew it was just your schoolgirl crush clouding your thoughts. “Yeah, but that was just because we were both awkward kids and wanted to get it out of the way with someone we trusted, you know?” Ino scoffed. “Hey, Shikamaru was the one who had suggested it. You know he never saw me like that. And I felt that way for like, 3 months tops. Well, okay maybe more like 5 months.” Ino stopped in her tracks. You turned around, staring at her. “What’s wrong, did you forget something?”

“God you’re dumb Y/N.” She shook her head. “You really think Shikamaru just ‘wanted to get it out of the way’? I wish I lacked critical thinking, you seem so happy.”

“Hey what the hell?” Your brow furrowed. “He did!! He called first kisses “a drag” and said it was better to just be done with it!”

Ino walked over, grabbing your hands. “Sweet sweet Y/N. So much energy, so few brain cells. He liked you. For a long time. Anyone could see it!”

You shook your head, laughing, “Ino, I really don’t know what you think you saw, but we were best friends. Nothing else.” “Y/N,” She stared into your eyes, “when you started dating Kiba? He wasn’t just put out because you pulled away. He never actually said it, and he seemed to think he was hiding it,” she chuckled, “honestly I don’t know if he knew. But seeing you with Kiba, and the fact that you pulled away,” she pursed her lips, “it wasn’t a great time for him.”

You were shocked. You didn’t quite believe her about his feelings, but the idea that you’d caused him so much trouble and hurt brought tears to your eyes, which threatened to spill over. You shook your head and began walking away. “Ino, I just remembered I have some errands to run,” you raised a hand in farewell, “I’ll... see you soon.”

Your mind was going a million miles an hour, and even though you hadn’t lied, you did have errands to run, you weren’t going to get anything done. You walked, without knowing where you were going. You were lost in your thoughts, and you allowed your feet to steer you wherever they wanted to go. Finally looking up, you found yourself at a familiar clearing. Smiling sadly, you reminisced over the days you’d spent here when you were younger. Sure you were still always going, but your body had gotten better at knowing when you needed to take a break. And now, almost at a breaking point, your body had brought you back here, to the place you’d relaxed a thousand times. This time though, you laid down by yourself, feeling the grass prickling against your back. Staring up at the sky, you breathed deeply, trying to organize your thoughts. Clouds passed by quickly and the wind played with the hair around your face. “After all this time, Shikamaru?” you covered your face with your hands and groaned, “I can’t believe I’m still into you, this sucks. I was so sure it was nothing but a childhood crush, and now? Ugh.” You laid there, slowly drifting off into a nap you desperately needed. When you cracked open your eyes and sat up, the sun had disappeared and only lights twinkled in the village. You sighed, “Get it together, Y/N.” You weren’t sure if you were going to apologize, confess, or something else, but you knew you needed to see him. And so, standing up, you began your walk of shame towards the Nara compound.

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i just really enjoy listening to paramore and writing angst. honestly it’s not even that angsty imo, i was gonna make it worse but the writing gods said not to. n e ways, hope you enjoy!!

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