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metalhoops · 1 year

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Steve’s party trick was appearing sober long past the point of inebriation.

It was an act he’d perfected through observation. He’d watched his mother down wine like water and waltz into a garden party looking sober as a saint. So when everything went down at the Starcourt Mall, with the drugs and the appearance of another burgeoning concussion-induced migraine fogging the edges of his vision, he’d pushed through with professional tact.

Steve couldn’t explain how it happened. One moment he was sitting on the kitchen counter, cradling a bag of frozen peas to his bare face, freezer burn nipping at the edges of his consciousness, and the next he was sprawled out on the carpet of a stranger’s house.

What happened in between, he’d never know.

Maybe it was for the best. Ignorance was bliss, in Steve’s opinion. His life was so much easier before the Upside Down. He would’ve been a worse person and lived a worse life. Yet his life would’ve been close to normal, not the mercurial mess it’d become. He wouldn’t have spent the night locked in a secret underground soviet bunker, his face doubling as a punching bag for a man he didn’t know, while monsters roamed about the town.

The mall had burned down, Steve remembered. After all was said and done, Mrs Byers dropped him and Robin off at their respective homes. Steve insisted he didn’t need to go to the hospital, that he was fine and, more importantly, that his parents were home. When Robin sobered up, she’d realise Steve had lied.

He’d told Robin a lot of things, and after the night in the mall, so had she. She knew Steve’s parents had been out of town for months, but she’d been flying too high to use any of her admittedly brilliant brain to put two and two together. Steve loved Robin. He loved her differently after that night, but he still loved her. He was human. He needed time to lick his wounds and some space. The quiet of the Harrington house had seemed like a blessing, so where the hell was he now?

“Hey, what did you take?” A vaguely familiar voice shook Steve from his stupor.

He rolled away from the sound, burying his face in the carpet. He cringed as a spark of pain shot through the veiled numbness that’d inhabited his body since the Russian drugs had hijacked his system.

“Ouch,” Steve grumbled miserably.

His head throbbed. One eye was entirely swollen shut. Even if Steve was sober, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to place the boy through his hazy vision. All he could make out were colours, pale skin, dark hair, and darker clothes.

“I know. I know. You’ve got a real shiner, Harrington. Come on, up,” the boy instructed.

Steve felt cool skin graze against the nape of his neck, pulling him up into a sitting position. Steve remained boneless, not making the task easy.

He felt separate from his body, not sure where he ended and the rest of the world began. Once pulled up, he kept falling forward, his face making contact with the dark fabric of the boy’s shirt. The boy was more comfortable than the floor, with less carpet burn and more smooth leather. He smelled of smoke, sweat and an earthy kind of cologne that hadn’t been refreshed in hours.

“Elevator up,” Steve chuckled, laughing too hard for his own good.

His ribs ached. He felt a laugh shudder through the boy’s body as he pulled Steve back, trying to get a better look at him. He held a finger in front of Steve’s face.

“Not sure what this is meant to do but I’ve seen it in movies,” the boy commented as he moved his finger right to left, inspecting Steve’s face for something, neither boy was quite sure of.

“Alright. You’ve gotta know I’m the least likely person to narc on you, Harrington. What did you take? Special K? Some Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds? Were you Chasing the Dragon? Gotta be something stronger than weed, man,” the boy insisted.

Steve screwed up his nose and moved away from the man.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Steve complained, trying to untangle the string of words the guy had thrown his way.

Steve staggered to his feet, swaying before propping himself up, leaning against the wall, and feeling the whole thing tilt under his weight.

“Dude, your walls are broken,” Steve muttered, as his legs gave out and he slid down to the floor.

“We’re in a trailer, Steve,” the boy pointed out. Steve looked around the place, trying to make shapes from the blurs of colour and light.

“Oh yeah,” He noted before resting his chin on his knee.

The boy sat down in front of him, mirroring Steve’s posture, his chin resting on the bare knees of his ripped jeans.

“Do you know what you took?” He pushed on, this time taking a different approach.

“No,” Steve admitted, at last, sliding forward.

The boy’s rings had caught his attention. They were little halos of light. He curiously tugged at his hand, pulling him close to examine the shine. He ran his fingers over the rise and fall of the rings.

“Okay,” the dark-haired boy breathed, seemingly to himself.

“I think you need to go to the hospital, dude.”

“No hospitals,” Steve remarked eloquently as he returned to his previous position, face down on the carpet, taking the boy's hand with him.

“Yeah well, I’m not so sure I like the idea of you sleeping either, Stevie,” He reasoned, his voice sounding strangled.

“I’m tired,” Steve rebutted, his eyes sliding shut.

There the boy was again, taking Steve’s face into his palm and pulling him up. For a moment, the vision in his good eye cleared enough to make out brown eyes painted with concern.

“Look, I know we hated each other’s guts in high school but I don’t want you to O.D. on my carpet. It’s not good for the ambience,” the boy continued.

Steve squinted, trying to place the face. Sure, he’d been a jerk in high school, particularly before his senior year, but he didn’t remember hating anyone. Not really. Maybe Jonathan, for a time, but that had passed.

Munson. Steve’s brain supplied at last. The boy was Eddie Munson. He sold drugs and hung out on the fringes of Steve’s bigger parties back in the peak of his ‘King Steve’ era.

“You hated me?” Steve asked, hearing the hurt in his voice before he realised what he was feeling. Eddie’s eyes widened in alarm, Steve’s face still in his palm.

“What? No. I thought you hated me. I mean, you were a jock and I’ve got my whole ‘fuck the man shtick’, so it wasn’t like we ran in the same circles,” Eddie elaborated.

“Jocks are ‘the man’?” Steve questioned. He’d like to blame the drugs, but he’d probably ask the question sober.

“No. Yes. Kind of. Jocks are like... the grease for a cog in the wheel of the machine. All mass compliance to societal norms... or whatever.”

Steve blinked owlishly at Eddie, trying to make a lick of sense out of what he’d said before resigning himself to the fact that he was completely lost.

“I like Grease. It’s a cool movie,” he settled on, startling another laugh out of Eddie. He gently lowered Steve’s face onto the carpet and sighed.

“Yeah, it’s a cool movie,” he muttered, leaving Steve for a moment, tossing sheets and a pillow from the sofa to the floor beside him.

“Look, I’m going to stay up and make sure you don’t choke on your own tongue. You can stay here for the night, but I’m not letting you crash until my uncle gives you the thumbs up, weirdo.”

Eddie slid a cushion beneath Steve’s head and draped the sheet over him. Steve was bone tired. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the pain in his body was growing by the moment and less favourable memories were leaking back into the forefront of his mind. He watched as Eddie placed a tape into the VCR and sat down beside Steve. It took him too long to realise the film was Grease.

“Who’d you get into a fight with this time?” Eddie asked, seemingly aware of Steve’s sudden restlessness.

Steve didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to.

“Were the drugs before or after?” He pushed, searching for something Steve couldn’t work out.

Again, Steve didn’t know how to answer. Once more, Eddie let it slide.

“You want me to call anyone? A girlfriend... or?” He doesn’t mention Steve’s parents.

Maybe he was at more parties than Steve remembered, enough to know that the Harringtons being in Hawkins was rarer than a blue moon, less frequent than even Steve would admit to.

“No,” Steve grumbled, starting to feel the swelling in his lip.

Eddie nodded and let Steve have his silence. He half paid attention to the flashing lights on the screen, fading in and out of consciousness. Eddie would gently elbow his side each time Steve almost reached sleep. It was a long night, broken only by the opening of a door come sunrise.

The light was too bright, too sudden. Steve shrunk from it curling into the closest point of dark comfort. Steve realised too late he’d curled himself into a small ball, tucking his face into the familiar darkness provided by Eddie’s crossed legs.

“What in the Sam Hill have you gotten into, kid?” Steve heard a gruff voice ask in the doorway. Despite his words, the man didn’t sound angry, more amused.

Steve felt Eddie pull the sheets up to hide his broken face from the light.

“You know when I was fourteen, and I brought home that stray cat?” Eddie asked.

Steve heard a door shutting and the scrape of a dining chair sliding against the linoleum.

“The one that was sick as a dog?” The gruff voice replied. Probably Eddie’s uncle.

“Same situation,” Eddie spoke.

“You’re telling me you found a kid wanderin’ round the trailer park at night and thought you’d bring him home? You remember what happened to that cat, right?” His uncle asked.

“He went missing after a week. Then we found him half-kickin’ curled up in the back seat of the Johnsons’ cinder-blocked Austin,” Eddie muttered, stating the words as though it were a conversation Eddie and his uncle had before.

“And you didn’t leave your room for a week.”

“Your point, old man?” Eddie remarked.

“My point is, I love you, kid. But sometimes your bleeding heart is more trouble than it’s worth.”

To Steve’s surprise, the sheet was pulled off his head. The next thing he knew he was face to face with Eddie’s uncle. The man shone a torch in Steve’s eyes, echoing Eddie’s movements, placing a finger in front of his eyes. Eddie watched in silence at Steve’s side.

“He’s got a pretty bad concussion,” Eddie’s uncle supplied after a beat.

“He was on something when I found him,” Eddie said.

Steve was getting sick of people talking about him like he wasn’t there but in the same vein, he wanted to convalesce in peace. Eddie’s uncle shot him a sceptical look.

“Nothing I gave him, promise. He’s not letting me take him to the hospital.”

“He’s right here,” Steve interjected.

He watched as Eddie’s uncle levelled him under his intense gaze. For the first time since he’d entered the room, he wasn’t seeing symptoms, or a problem Eddie had dropped in his lap but a boy. A kid, in Wayne’s eyes, one that looked worse for wear. It was the goddamn cat all over again.

“I’m going to get you water and some aspirin. Eds, get some rest. No buts, kid you look like you haven’t slept a wink. Should also be safe enough for you to try to get some shut-eye, boy. I’m not Eddie, you can’t bat your eyes at me and get your way. I’m taking you to the hospital if anything happens, right?”

Steve looked at the man with narrowly masked surprise before giving him a weak nod. He couldn’t imagine his parents doing the same, not even for one of Steve’s friends, let alone a stranger.

“Come on, you can sleep in my room,” Eddie uttered, springing to his feet with a joviality that someone who’d gone twenty-four hours without sleep shouldn’t be able to muster.

Steve blinked, slowly standing and gathering the sheets around himself, acutely aware of how ridiculous he looked.

“Keep the door open,” Wayne called at their retreating backs.

That was how Steve spent the summer of ‘85 hauled up and healing at the Munsons’ trailer. A few months later, he’d return the favour. When Eddie went missing, Wayne knew where to look.

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musingsofmyown · 2 years

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I'm going to make a new mini-fic series! It's going to strictly be on here so if you guys want to be on a tag list then by all means let me know in the comments or reblog!

I have an old document called "Things Sherlock has said but nobody will believe them" so I've decided to turn the dialogue into mini-fics!

I introduce: The Missing Cases of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

Missing case #001

Sherlock Holmes doesn't drink.

Correction: Sherlock Holmes doesn't drink often, and when he does, it's usually to the point of drunkenness and then some.

The night previous, he and Doctor John Watson celebrated 3 years living together in 221b Baker Street. John, having a bit more tolerance than Sherlock, made a bet to see who could down the most alcohol by the end of their 'party'.

Spoiler Alert: neither of them were conscious enough to remember who won-

Unfortunately for them, having passed out on the couch (together), Lestrade came the next morning with the murder of six men:

He didn't bother knocking after hearing Mrs. Hudson's account of the Baker Street Boys' activities the night prior,"Morning boys!"

The two jumped up from their tangled positions,"Fuck off-" Sherlock was the first to realise what was going on,"I don't want the case Gavin."

"Too bad kid, and you're coming too John,"He pointed at each of them,"C'mon, make yourselves decent, we leave in ten."

The ride to the scene was less than ideal considering that every bump in the pavement felt like a mountain and the sun had chosen to shine that particular morning. What a miracle, or rather curse as Sherlock was so kind to point out as they left the flat only minutes before.

"You two look properly hung over, had fun last night?" Donovan let the two disoriented men under the tape,"Better not have done anything scandalous, the press would have a field day with that."

"How about-,"Sherlock turned, very slowly as to not increase the severity of his migraine,"-you piss off."

She raised her hands in mock surrender and let them carry on into the building where Lestrade and Anderson waited,"Sherlock, are you gonna be okay working this case with your hangover-?" John had pretty much recovered by this point,"You seem- off."

"Oh, oh so after years of working together you're complaining about me being 'off',"Sherlock blinked a couple times after his remark,"I don't think I should be here-" his mind swam with incoherent deductions as they enetered the room.

"Greg told me about the little party you guys had, is he even going to be able to solve-"Anderson was cut off by an abrupt comment from Sherlock.

"Shut up! The genius is about to speak!"

case end-

#sherlock ficlet #fictlet #fanfiction #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #john watson #aspen says things sometimes #original fanfiction #Imma make this into a series

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red-sneakers · 1 year

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For the bkdk ask thingie, I'm thinking of various times katsuki blows up at something/someone and then izuku just like touching him(hand on his shoulder or something) and katsuki just deflating and causing everyone else immense confusion.

Bonus point if they're not dating (yet)

This little ficlet was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it. It's from Ashido Mina's POV. She calls him Kats because I said so.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Kats drops the pan he was washing into the sink with a loud ‘clang’ and spins to face Todoroki, hair standing on end like the angry little Pomeranian he is. Mina sucks in her smile, relishing the drama from her perfect vantage point on the common room couch. If only she had some popcorn.

“I said,” Todoroki drawls and leans back against the kitchen island, stoic as always, “you can’t expect to rise in popularity polls if you don’t accept help fro—“

“After that, you pretentious-ass mutherfucker.” Kats looms over Todoroki, suddenly appearing much taller despite them being the same height. (Kats’s totally shorter than Todoroki without his stompy emo boots.)

Todoroki bends backward, his candy-cane hair tickling the countertop behind him, probably avoiding the spittle forming at the corners of Kats’s feral grin. Poor guy. He tries so hard, but he can never predict what is and isn’t going to set off blasty boy’s explosive temper, not like the Bakusquad can. That, or he riles Kats up on purpose and then plays innocent. In that case, Mina just might have to get to know Mr. Icy-Hot a little better.

“Say it again, I FUCKING dare you!” Kats’s palms spark. Oh, day-um. It’s been a while since he’s let his quirk go off outside of training and on the battlefield. Todoroki doesn’t look scared, but Mina’s a little scared for him. Or, at least, she fears for his beautiful, shiny hair which is in danger of being singed off at any moment.

“Kacchan . . .”

Midoriya emerges from a corner of the kitchen that had been hidden from Mina’s view, still in his All Might pajamas at 1:00 PM on a Saturday. What a bean. He sets his Bisexual Pride mug on the counter and places one hand on Kats’s lower back. Kats stiffens. Mina holds her breath.

“I know how it sounded, but Shouto didn’t mean it like that.” Midoriya soothes his hand up Kats’s spine, and he straightens up, allowing Todoroki the room he needs to side-step out of the spit-zone.

“I have errands to attend to, so if you don’t mind—“

“You’re on thin fucking ice, half n’ half,” Kats pokes Todoroki in the center of his chest, “so don’t try and act buddy-buddy the next time we—“

Midoriya squeezes the back of Kats’s neck, and Mina swears to god, he goes limp as a dish towel. And is that a blush on Blasty’s cheeks? What is going on?

“W-we . . .” Kats stutters. Stutters. “Th-the next time we have a team-up mission.”

Todoroki scoops up his bowl of cold soba and strolls away like nothing happened. An oblivious cinnamon roll or an evil mastermind. Either way, bless him.

Mina peeks over the back of the couch at Kats and Midoriya as Todoroki leaves the common room. Suddenly the spying she’s doing feels a lot more like, well, spying. There’s something different about the two 'problem students' alone together, especially Kats. His posture’s more relaxed, but even from across the room, Mina can see nervousness in his eyes.

Midoriya gives the back of Kats’s neck one more squeeze and his shoulder a firm rub before picking up his mug and making his way out of the kitchen. Kats watches him leave, and yes that is definitely, absolutely, 100% blush on his cheeks. No way!

Mina hugs a throw pillow. During first year, she’d posed a crack theory to the Bakusquad (minus Kats) that Blasty’s asshole behavior towards Midoriya was all just gay panic. She’d gotten shut down then, but could it be? She’d been right all along?

Kats delicately traces his nape where Midoriya’s fingers had been. And then he heaves a giant, lovestruck, deliciously pathetic sigh and crumples all the way to the floor where Mina can no longer see him.

There’s no other explanation. There can be no denying it. Bakugou Katsuki has a big, fatty crush on his childhood friend-turned-rival, Midoriya Izuku. Mina bites her fist to avoid shrieking with delight. She knew there was more to the volatile chemistry between those two! Kiri and Denks are gonna get the ‘I told you so!’ of their lives. All Hail the Alien Queen!

Something thunks. Probably Kats’s head on a cupboard. Mina takes the opportunity to high-tail it out of the common room before Kats can stand up and see her. If he knew he’d been caught simping in HD, who knows what would become of Mina’s luscious curls without Midoriya to defuse Blasty’s explosions?

Once safe in the stairwell, Mina whips out her phone and furiously creates a new group chat:

'Operation: Bother Blasty in front of Broccoli and watch Blasty simp for BroccoliJUST TRUST ME YOU HOES <3'

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archive2394934 · 1 year

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The hyper-fixation never ends so I woke up thinking about how Henry knew he couldn't escape from the lab and what would happen to him if he tried to, to the point where he wasn't even willing to try it until the soteria was removed.

Like he was allowed to walk around "freely," he even had security access cards so he could get in and out of places as he wanted (shown when he gave one to Eleven), but he wasn't willing to try to escape. Imagine how well "trained" he had to be by Brenner and his abuse to be tempted with freedom every single minute of the day and never once actually try to make a break for it. Also imagine how smug Brenner must have been, KNOWING he could let Henry walk around "freely" like this and KNOW that Henry wasn't going to try escape. Knowing that you've broken him to such a point you rarely have to worry about him "escaping" And imagine how torturous it was to want nothing more than freedom, to know all you had to do was walk out a few doors and you were out, and to know that even if you can physically do that, you could never do that, because the repercussion would be that swift and severe. The way this emphasizes how "obedient" Henry was to Brenner and how "broken down" and "under his control" Henry actually was. And the courage, that honestly borderlines on insanity and maybe just given up on caring about what happens to ones own self it must have took on Henry's behalf to actually help El the way he did. But on that note the fact Henry decided to risk his life helping / saving someone else, not just instead doing something bold and crazy to help only himself. Compare something like Henry trying to dig the chip out of his own neck and escape vs: Henry simply helping Eleven escape intended to save her life, not actually his and Eleven helping him back being a surprise turn of events.

The way El pointed out the tunnel was too small for Henry to fit through and Henry held her hand and told her he couldn't go with her because if he tried she would be re-captured and that was his real concern. And thinking about how Brenner knew Henry was someone with remarkable, nearly god-like abilities and infinite potential, and spent nearly the whole twenty years he knew him oppressing, manipulating and abusing him, which only exaggerated when Henry proved he wouldn't use his powers for Brenner's personal means. That the whole soteria thing was nothing but prolonged psychological torture apparently in retaliation for this.

That Brenner, the man who would have fashioned himself as someone who "believed" in Henry and "accepted" him and wanted to "help" him, perhaps the only person who ever did, "discarded" him as a "defective" and a "failure" just like that. That this would have compounded so hard with Henry's preexisting issues of being "broken" and "wrong". That Brenner would have acted as Henry's "Father" for longer than his own biological father did.

That this did such a number on Henry that even when given the chance he couldn't bring himself to outright kill Brenner. The man that did ALL this to him. The fact he obviously even SAVED Brenner from being killed at least once. The fact that all this was so he could prove himself to Brenner, because some part of him probably did want some type of "approval" and acknowledgement, even if it came in the form becoming Brenner's worst nightmare.

#henry creel #vecna #001 #I should actually reformat and post the drabble / fictlet thing I wrote about Brenner getting Vecna'd :)#perhaps I will do that in the future #I don’t want to apologise for Vecna’s murders – I’m not sorry

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socks-pawn · 2 years

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For the ask game, what about 17. you’re distracting / you promised with Scar and Grian?

17. you’re distracting / you promised

Pairing: Scarian | platonic

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As Scar walked around the empty shop, shulker full of cookies in hand, a smaller, peskier shadow followed closely behind. A few times the smaller shadow had bumped into the elf, not fully paying attention.

“Grian, if you keep bumping into me, I’m going to ask you to leave,” Scar chuckled softly, lowing the purple shell box down and extracting various cookies to put on the shelves.

“Sorry, I’m just taking it all in. I don’t think I’ve actually paid much attention to all the little details,” the small bird man apologised, no looking at the elf.

Scar closed the shulker and picked it back up. The pair made it to the counter, Grian hoped up, folding his wings neatly behind his back. He made an effort to tread lightly so his claws didn’t scratch the counter.

It was a little cramped in this corner of the store. One wall was full of shelves with enchanted display cookies, the other held the buyable stock. They were in neat rows, the baked goods were decorated with such care, making it hard for Hermits to want to bite into them. Scar enjoyed having beautiful things to sell, like the bed store not to far from here, the wood frames are hand carved, the sheets and bedding feel luxurious and extremely comfortable. It furthers to way he carries himself; his own clothes were immaculate; his hair was precisely parted into a wrap-around plats and low ponytail. His clips were made of gold and shone gorgeously in the sun.

It was something that was so obvious, yet Grian hadn’t realised this about the elf. Scar was a perfectionist, just like him, he just happens to be more gracious about it.

“Do you mind scooting over to the left a little more? I need to-” rather than finishing his sentence, he pointed at the chained zombie standing behind the counter. It looked preoccupied with fresh flesh before it, not caring about its dishevelled appearance, unlike Scar who was trying to fix the uneven fake elf ears. The small bird hybrid shimmied over to the edge of the counter, watching as his friend straightened up the zombie’s attire.

“This place is so distracting,” Grian complimented, smiling as he gestured to the entire shop.

That made Scar happy, someone acknowledging his time and efforts, but he had to be cheeky back.

“You’re distracting,” he teased, pretending to shoo his off the counter. “I would have been done 20 minutes ago, if it wasn’t for you being up my butt the entire time!” He laughed.

“I-Scar!” Grian playfully pushed the elf away, then offered to help pick up the empty shulkers that were filling the small shop.

#sock-boi ask #gdtmswthscr #grn #ask game: fictlet

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 7 days

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do you know of any fics that exist in an au we’re the s4 breakup never happened? like blaine hanging out in the loft with rachel santana and kurt while he was still at mckinley in s4.

From a previous ask, where Blaine didn't cheat in season 4, we have these three below. However, most writers tend to follow canon that they broke up for some reason in season 4. ~Jen

The Secret About Blaine’s Cheating byMadPie

After reading everything I could possibly find, this is what I think actually think Blaine did that night with Eli, and this is how I believe how Kurt will find out.

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Loneliness Found Me by CoffeeAddict80

Instead of cheating on Kurt, Blaine finds himself singing about his feelings to what he thinks is an empty auditorium.

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Exhibit McKinley by @tonks42

AU Season 4. Living so far apart from NYADA student Kurt, Blaine decides to send his boyfriend a series of letters and objects to chronicle his senior year.

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The Air in My Lungs By JButler

Kurt wasn't trying to be perfect, just honest.

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Check the Season 4 tag for fix it fics.

Scenes During the Break Upby misqueue

A collection of vignettes set in season 4 across the time in which Kurt and Blaine are broken up. Not in chronological order. For the Klaine Advent 2013 challenge. Stories are consistent with my The Architects of Life canon ‘verse.

Note: Many of the stories have the friends-with-benefits tag.

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There are lots of season 4 fics where Blaine hangs out with the newbies, Sam, Tina and Artie when they are split - Killerqueen80 on AOS writes some great stories.

Glee Gen Fictlet #2 Graduation Party By Killerqueen80

The remaining four seniors plan a graduation party, all of new ND and some of the graduates who have helped them at competitions and such are invited to attend. it ends up being biota 2.0. basically just shenanigans with former grads witnessing the drama free family dynamic the current seniors helped create.

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If you want Blaine hanging with Kurt, Rachel and Santana, here are some that are set in season 5.

Drunk on You by flaming_muse

It takes Kurt three times to fit his key in the lock of the apartment’s door, partly because Blaine is swaying heavily against his side, a warm, drunk weight keeping him off-balance, and partly because the alcohol in his own system is making the lock swim just enough in the plane of the door that he can’t quite catch it.

Bushwick futurefic, set within the next year or so, after Blaine’s graduation, no spoilers past 5x03

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Bushwick Game Night by flaming_muse

Pictionary in the Bushwick loft is serious business.

Bushwick futurefic, set sometime in fall 2013, spoilers assumed through but not past 5x07 (“Puppet Master”)

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #season 4 #seson 5 #fix it #canon divergence

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dr-ground-zero · 1 year

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Crash landing

(just a lil Hawks x reader fictlet not much snz really short though. Reader has the kink) Thunder crashed and lightning flashed, you sat on your bed doom scrolling tiktok as you waited for sleep to take you. Inside was silent as a mouse while outside was coming down harshly. Your mind else where off into whatever you were listening to on tiktok when. You hear the radio go off

“Mayday! Mayday! crashing in 10!” You jumped from your spot on the bed and you had to listen again before scrambling towards your balcony window. At first you couldn’t see it pasted the darkness of the sky and downpour of the rain but you moved just in time when you saw Keigo.

The man was coming in hot for a crash landing! You hopped aside fast as he came barreling in, landing on the bed, bouncing off, and falling onto the floor. You grimaced and winced when you heard the soft ‘thud’. You shut the balcony window and went over to your boyfriend.

“Kiego! Kiego!” You called out frantically hoping he wasn’t hurt. Thankfully he sat up rather quickly and stretched out his wings. “I’m fine babe, i’m fine!” You sighed in relief and helped him up onto his feet. You still couldn’t shake the concern though as earlier Keigo wasn’t presenting well. You could tell he wasn’t feeling well but, you couldn’t get the stubborn bird man to admit it.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, but once again Keigo said he was alright, just cold from the rain. Though you could see it in his face, he looked exhausted, his face pale, and his nose a slight red color. Looked irritated, then again Hawks was known for just abusing his nose if he didn’t care enough. “If you want i can help you dry off so it doesn’t take so long…don’t want you catching a cold.” At first, you thought he’d reject it, but he decided to surprise you. He pulls you into him and whispers in a rather stuffy voice.

“Though i’m sure you wouldn’t bmind be catching ode” You have to bite your lip to keep the flustered scream from escaping. You sputtered for a second before asking. “Do you have a cold?” He then takes your hand and places it on his cheek, leaning into your touch a little while his other arm is around your waist. Now you were really lost, what’s gotten into him?! You weren’t even mad, you’re too flustered to be mad by now. Sure enough though you do pay attention to his body temperature. “Its hard to tell which you being soaked from the rain. You feel cold to me though”

“Mmm’baby why dod’t we get id the shower?” He suggested, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you could also hear his soft wet sniffling in your ear. Sounding like he hadn’t given his nose a decent blow in a while! “U-um s-sure” You stuttered out, then he did something you didn’t think he would do. You knew the red-winged hero’s sneezes never gave any warning, they were pretty sudden. So you didn’t expect to feel his nose buried into your chest when he sneezed. You had no time to prepare, it just happened and boy was it a fit! His sneezes were short, but desperate sounding, and you could feel how they soaked the neck lining of your t-shirt. How his body jerked and hunched over and was practically flushed into your warm frame. While he sneezed you felt compelled to hold him. One arm draped on his shoulders rubbing small circles while the other had its hand in his hair. Your grip wasn’t tight as you didn’t want to hurt Keigo, but you needed to hold onto something! When he finished you could feel his hot breathing against your chest. He sat up and sniffled before going to rub his nose into your shoulder. “Bl-bl-bless you” You could barely say with how dazed you were from the stunt Keigo had pulled. He then chuckled softly and said. “Thank you, baby, dnow why don’t you help me feel better~?

#non kink blogs don't interact

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xbalayage · 7 months

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Jin/Reader

Smut; MDNI

A small fictlet for @randonauticrap >:3

You bite your lip as a seductive purr flutters past, resting on your hands and knees in prayer looking up at him. With a body like a god standing before you naked, you didn't mind to worship. He's so good to you, and you've become very eager for him too. Shaking your hips side to side lazily, you hung your tongue out for him while giving him hungry, lustful eyes. You badly wanted his erect cock that was tempting you between his thighs. Jin gives you his sexy smirk that you loved so much, tilting his head to the side as he grabbed the base of his shaft gazing those beautiful brown eyes down at you. "Yeah?" He glides the tip against your lips, applying his precum like a lip gloss for you, slowly smacking it against your tongue once applied, and you allowed a wanton moan to escape. "Is this what you want baby? I'll give it to you, I just want to hear you beg for it." "Mmm.. please give me your cock.. I need it." Tongue shifted across your top teeth in a tease, readying your mouth for him. His chuckle was a deep, husky one filled with desire for you. His spare strong hand left your pussy throbbing as it grabbed the back of your head, seizing a handful of your hair to guide you down onto his cock. You absolutely loved when he takes charge.

#jin grandet #ikepri jin #ikemen prince jin #ikepri #ikemen prince #fics.#my fics.#randonauticrap #I wrote this half asleep so I'm sorry if it suuuuck ;;#drachonia

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bitbybitwrites · 7 months

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Fanfic Ask Game ♡: 👀📥💻🍰

Thanks @datshitrandom for the ask!

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

1.) There is a time traveler Klaine fic that I'm not sure will go anywhere, mainly because i have no idea how that story idea would develop. The idea seemed interesting at the time - someone had commented on a random post I found about Blaine being a time traveler from the past ( which explained his dated wardrobe 😂) meeting Kurt who was from the very distant future. I'd REALLY have to sit and think on that one. I love Doctor Who and the idea of time travel - but I don't think I'd make it a crossover fic with that or anything. There are a couple of others that might never see the light of day because I'm not quite sure I could do them justice at this moment. Mainly because they are . . um, PWP . . or maybe more like porn with minimal plot? 😂😂😂. Seriously though, I have no problem reading smut or erotica. I very much admire folks who can write it and do it well. I don't know if I'm that good at it yet. 😂

But since you're curious . . .and you asked . . . (and watch me blush as I type this)

2.) One PWP fic is shamelessly ripped off of - well as Kurt would say - one of those movies.

But my twist on it would involve:

College AU

Blaine and Sebastian as upperclassmen in an already established relationship

a baby penguin freshman Kurt eager to step out of his comfort zone and timidly asking his new gay friends ( or maybe they'll be roommates) to shall we say show him how its done

a very sturdy leather couch

some interesting coordination on said couch

fun, steamy times as a threesome

possible polyamory relationship in the end

3.)The other not exactly PWP fic features:

A One Thousand and One Nights/ Shaherazade sort of AU

Kurt as a traveler/poet/bard, captured and forced to become a sex slave

rescued by a stranger (Blaine) ,( who is the ruler/prince of the country ) for his own personal harem

Kurt learns he is to prove his worth by telling and maybe also re-enacting all sorts of mini smutty fictlets ( much like how Scheherezade had to tell a story every evening to save herself from being killed in the source story)

could be an interesting thing to do with other writers - farm out the smut ficlets and me writing the main thread that ties everything together

Well . . maybe I shouldn't say NEVER about those last two. Let's just say I wouldn't be jumping on writing them any time soon - but it's a possible but a BIG maybe for the future? I think I'd have to get more writing under my belt before attacking those ideas - even if they'd interest anyone to read 😂.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

I am a comment whore - seriously would love anyone to comment on anything! Though some of my faves so far have been Trick or Treat (since it was my very first story), My Under the Cover of Darkness series and my current one, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Yes! I love research - I think it's partially why I write so slow - I love researching little tidbits for my headcanon about stories. Superhero powers, french pastries, New York landmarks - I've loved doing research since I was in school writing papers. I might be a bit self indulgent shoving that knowledge into my stories, but I guess I'd love for the reader to get as weirdly excited as I do about things. 😂 Deepest dive to date is currently for my first non-Klaine fic ( don't hate me folks, but I am a fan of many things) - I may be dipping my toe into the Red White and Royal Blue fandom just once. The research is currently involving quite a bit of history of a couple countries which aren't my own and some of their writers and it is really fascinating. I've 3 chapters outlined so far for this story and won't get to it for awhile, but if nothing else, the research - that's the part I'm loving!

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Hands down, Klaine wise it's Solid Gold by @heartsmadeofbooks It's got everything I love in a story: drama, angst, beautiful lovemaking, an adorable family. Characters struggling to grow within themselves and with each other. I cry like a baby at parts - its so beautiful. Psst . . I'm going to cheat here and toss in a second one that I read very recently that felt really special - a RWRB fic I really recommend that also gave me similar deep feels : Deep Blue by @myheartalivewrites

OK, thanks again for the ask! If anyone else wants to join in the fun or reblog it for yourself, here's the original post. 🥰

#fanfic ask game #ask game #bitbybitwrites

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straliaharker · 2 years

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Little fictlet for Day 2

Steve is currently balancing a sleeping toddler on his hip as he carries a plate corn the the grill. Billy is playing grill master today, having to pull rank on Hopper by reminding him that it’s his house. Hopper backs down and takes the beer Billy offers, heading over to stand by Joyce as she sets the large table in the back yard. Half of the party is in Steve’s pool, the other half is jumping on the trampoline. Summer was coming to an end, in a couple of weeks the kids would have to pack up and head back to their respective colleges. While the party had gotten together quite a bit, the whole group hadn’t really spent time together. The adults all had jobs and it had been rought to really coordinate something on short notice. Steve had been looking forward to the party all summer, wanting his family together for one day. Billy smiled at him as Steve set the plate down.

“Hey, give Munson his rugrat back, you need to finish getting the sides ready.”

“I know, he’s just so cute, all sleepy and cuddly,” Steve made a pouty face at Billy.

“Go get the food ready, brat.” Billy shook his head with a smile as Steve walked off.

Steve walked over to Eddie and Chrissy, handing their little one over. Chrissy smiled brightly and thanked Steve for getting him to sleep. Eddie took him and rocked him back to sleep as the movement had the little guy stirring. Everyone knew how much Steve wanted his own kids, plus he’d already proven himself to be a good babysitter, so Eddie and Chrissy utilized his talents at least once a week and often during gatherings. He headed back toward the house, stopping to check the smoker Billy had recently purchased, he had a brisket going and it looked to be almost done.

Steve had been a little surprised by how domestic Billy actually was, but it was understandable. He’d lived in on the outskirts of his own family for so long, never really belong in his father’s eyes. Once he’d got out of Neil’s house he’d gone all in making a home for himself, and Steve was happy to have been included in it. His own parents had moved, deciding that Steve could take care of himself. They’d been shocked when Steve put on offer on the house, seemingly forgetting he was a trust fund kid. They also weren’t aware of the hush money. And Steve managed to pull one over on them, talking their realtor down to half of the asking price by reminding him that he lived there, he knew all the things that happened in that house.

Billy had originally insisted on pitching in, but Steve wouldn’t have it. Instead he agreed to let redecorate. Billy got rid of the uncomfortable couches and chairs, he cleared our Mr. Harrington’s office, not before living out his fantasy of riding Steve in the office chair and spreading Steve out on the desk. They sold a lot of the fancy furniture and Steve let Billy put that money back into things for the house. Billy had turned the office into a home gym, and they’d taken over the master bedroom, and finally got rid of the hideous plaid in Steve’s room.

The house was full of mismatched furniture, things Billy found that felt comfortable. By the time Billy was done the place felt warm, all sterility gone. Steve liked that he could move about the house, didn’t have to worry about expensive art or damaging the leather or italian silk. Billy’s stuff was strewn about the house, it finally looked lived in. Billy had started cooking, dragging Steve to the kitchen to help. They’d spent any days off they had together trying new foods, making meals for the week and just enjoying each other’s company. Billy would hug him, give him kisses and no longer looked nervous. They had made a home. The kids would stop by when they were still here and there was an open Sunday dinner invitation, that still stood. Sometimes it was Hopper and Joyce, sometimes Eddie and Chrissy, every so often Nancy and Jonathan would come. It felt good to have something nice, after everything they’d all been through.

Steve was looking out the sliding door, watching as Eddie chased his son around the yard. Chrissy smiling at her family. Joyce and Hopper were sitting at table, sharing a beer. He liked his life, the darkness finally far away, there had been no incidents in the last few years, Will and Billy had stopped feeling uneasy, El was calm. This was the peace they all deserved. He thought about the cake hiding in the pantry, he was excited. He couldn’t wait for everyone’s reactions, he knew they’d be happy. He and Billy’s adoption application had gone through and in six months time, they were gonna have their own little one running around. His family was finally going to be complete.

#harringroveweek

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ebonyerotiks · 11 months

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My attuma/okoye ao3 well is drying up!!! I need a ransom fictlet about attuma doing the "clasp your hands together and raise one set of fingers pin to the wall thing" to okoye. Tumblr manifestation....do your thing

#attoye #attuma of talokan #black panther okoye #general okoye #okoye x attuma #black panther #wakanda forever

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metalhoops · 1 year

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‘Of course, I remember you.’

As far as first words go, Eddie’s were a hell of a head-scratcher.

To catch up the uninitiated, everyone in the world has a soulmate. It’s been debated and speculated if a person can have more than one, but the mechanics behind soulmates was a pseudo-science at best and downright magic at worst. The first words a person’s soulmate spoke to them were inscribed somewhere on that person’s body, typically in their soulmate’s handwriting.

Doesn’t handwriting change over time? The uninitiated might ask, to which Eddie would repeat, it’s pseudo-science or magic. Either that or something like quantum mechanics, where people are pretty sure, one day we’ll understand how it works, but right now there are a lot of theories and only a little bit of evidence, most of which contradicts itself.

Most of the time, the words are boring and wholly unhelpful. He could count on two hands the number of people that simply had some variation of ‘hello’, tattooed somewhere on their body. From Eddie’s point of view, he got lucky.

He had a sentence of scratchy scrawl written on his inner arm stating, ‘of course, I remember you’. And really, what the hell was Eddie meant to make of that?

Typically, your tattoo lets you know you’d found your soulmate upon first meeting, but his words implied he’d meet his soulmate before they first speak and that it would be memorable. Wasn’t that goddamn frustrating?

His soulmate’s first words were right up there with ‘hello’ in Eddie’s list of ‘top five worse soulmate marks,’ because how the hell were those poor bastards meant to know if they’d just met the love of their life or if it was just their weird neighbour Tom? With his number one spot reserved for Gareth’s truly horrific, ‘I’d thought you’d be taller’. His soulmate was original. He’d give him that.

There was no surefire way to know your soulmate’s gender, same as there was no surefire way for a mother to ‘just know’ a baby’s gender before it was born. Yet if Eddie was being sacrilegious, as he so often was, he’d say he ‘just knew’ his soulmate was a guy.

There was nothing in the handwriting that gave it away. Nothing particularly ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’ about the lettering. But ever since Eddie was a kid whenever he thought about his soulmate, he’d always think of them as ‘him’.

He would like this or that. He wouldn’t be an asshole, like the meathead jocks at Hawkins. He would be different. He’d be kind, caring, and of course, a total badass. Eddie just had to wait to meet him.

Steve’s soulmate mark drove him crazy.

‘You might not remember me’.

What the hell was Steve meant to do with that? Soulmate tattoos were meant to let you know when you’d met your soulmate, not that you’d already met them. In the days before Steve received the shake-up of his life in the form of Nancy Wheeler and the Upside Down, he had a reputation for sleeping around. He knew back then he’d been a little hopeless, but surely he’d said more than a couple of words to a girl before he slept with them.

It horrified Steve that he could meet his soulmate, in some respect, know them, and yet had never talked to them. Could he really be that much of a jerk?

He’d never thought Nancy was his soulmate. He knew their words didn’t match up. That didn’t mean he loved her any less. Statistically, the odds of meeting your soulmate were somewhere between getting crushed by a vending machine and winning the lottery. Steve’s parents weren’t soulmates and boy did that show, but a guy could dream. Call him a hopeless romantic, but Steve was holding out hope for them.

He’d almost thought his soulmate was Robin. It fit, right? They went to the same school, but they’d never really talked. He’d been so busy with his first day at a real job, he’d missed Robin’s first words to him. It wasn’t until later he’d started to expect it might be her. That was, until the pair were huddled beside each other on the floor of a bathroom stall. Robin was a lesbian and her first words, although interesting, definitely proved they weren’t soulmates.

When Steve was a kid, he’d spend hours daydreaming about what his soulmate would be like. She’d be outspoken. She’d be bold. She’d be able to make him laugh. When he’d gotten older, something changed. He didn’t know how to put it into words, at least not ones he was ready to say out loud. ‘She’ didn’t fit his soulmate quite right. So after high school, he started wondering what ‘they’ would be like. ‘They’ felt not quite right, but closer.

Their handwriting was distinct. It was all sharp-edges and odd-angles. It looked like it was trying to replicate something Steve couldn’t quite place until he walked into the record store at Starcourt and caught a glimpse of an Iron Maiden album cover. That gave Steve his first real clue as to what his soulmate might be like.

It would be another year before the same handwriting would stop him in his tracks. Dustin had marched into the Family Video store as they were shutting up shop, brandishing a notepad and talking about needing a ride to go play his fantasy game. Steve was always going to drive Dustin, but he’d been dragging his feet, to show the kid he wouldn’t always drop everything to take him places. A familiar sharp edged, odd angled handwriting stopped Steve cold.

“What are those?” Steve asked, trying to fain disinterest as his heart pounded in his ears.

“They’re notes from the last session. You know, so we can keep track of what’s happened so far in the campaign. Who’s doing what quests, how many hit points everyone’s got. Mike is currently—.” Steve couldn’t give a crap about Mike.

“Who’s writing is it?” Steve tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

Robin must have known something was up because she moved to Steve’s side. With one glance at the notepad, she understood why Steve was acting so strangely. She’d seen his tattoo, she knew it was his soulmate’s handwriting.

“Our D.M.’s” Dustin replied. He might as well have been speaking in freaking code.

“Alright, I’ll drive you,” Steve gave in, hoping he could catch a glance of his soulmate. Maybe his tattoo was wrong, maybe he’d know his soulmate when he saw them.

They pulled up outside of the high school. He saw a group of people loitering outside the auditorium. Dustin had brought a lot of loose sheets of paper, so it only made sense Steve helped him carry his notebooks in. Most of the people there were familiar faces, the kids he’d babysat with a few exceptions.

“Well, if it isn’t our favourite bard. I’m glad you decided to grace us with your presence,” an oh-too-familiar voice crooned. A boy broke away from the crowd to meet Dustin.

He was Steve’s age. They’d gone to school together. The dude used to do all these weird soap-box sessions on their lunch table. They had gym together, and history. Steve didn’t think the two had ever actually spoken.

“I would’ve been here quicker if I hadn’t had to play twenty questions with Steve. Steve, you know Eddie, our D.M.? Weren’t you two in the same year?”

Eddie was practically shooting daggers at Dustin’s side profile, shaking his head discreetly as though hoping Steve didn’t remember who he was. He supposed Eddie always had a reputation.

“You might not remember me,” Eddie spoke before Steve could answer.

Holy shit.

“Of course, I remember you,” Steve argued and watched as Eddie’s eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates.

Both boys stood, slack-jawed and stiff-shouldered, peering at one another. Steve’s brain short-circuited, because holy shit, Eddie Munson was his soulmate. Holy shit he’d found them, him.

Steve dropped Dustin’s notes and swarmed forward without thinking, throwing his arms around Eddie. Much to his surprise, instead of freaking out, like any normal person, Eddie was waiting to catch him, leaving both of them to tumble ass backwards onto the parking lot asphalt.

They held each other in a bone-crushing hug. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s neck, surprised at how naturally the action came. He’d never hugged a man like this, hell he’d hugged no one like this. He was clinging so desperately to the man that he’d never thought he’d really find. Eddie pulled back slightly, trying to get a better look at Steve’s face. The guy’s eyes were alight with wonder and mischief.

“That was quite an entrance, Harrington. All for little old me?”

“I’ve been looking for you forever,” Steve admitted.

“Well, clearly you’ve been doing a shit job of it,” Eddie argued which earned a snort from Steve. His soulmate would be able to make him laugh.

“You’re not disappointed, you know? That your soulmate is the town Freak?”

Steve had given up on caring about labels, on caring about what other people thought. Since high school, he had changed. He was different. He didn’t want to be just another, shallow, meathead jock. He wanted to be different.

“No. Absolutely not. Why would I care?”

Dustin shattered the moment, clearing his throat and proclaiming,

“Alright, anyone care to tell me what the hell just happened?”

#steddie #steddie ficlet #fictlet #drabble #steddie drabble #obligatory soulmate au #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things 4 #steveddie #I love reading soulmate aus #but I've never written one #so first time for everything #metalhoops writes

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a-very-fond-farewell · 1 year

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Who Holds The Devil, a fic recommendation:

Hi, Niki here.

Ok so, I know I rarely post anymore bc.. reasons (uni is killing me & I even had to step away from my own long ass fic for a tiny bit) BUT if you are in the market for a delectable, truly masterfully written fic as you scroll through the The Devil Judge content on ao3, lemme introduce you to the (ongoing, mind u) 200k+, post canon of your dreams: Who Holds The Devil

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34699867/chapters/86395570?view_adult=true

written by the lovely @amethystinawrites (who’s also a great artist btw, check dem cool creations out @lienwyn), the story follows the classic, superior introspective format that we all love to find at 3am on a weekday with an early wake up call the following morning, which is Unreliable Narrator 101 (clearly).

I wanted to introduce you all to this lovely fic bc I recently caught up with the latest chapter (23) and I wanted to publish the notes I’ve taken for (almost) each update of the plot. I could have easily cut to the chase and posted them in a neatly wrapped comment on ao3 but... you’re talking with the danmei extraordinaire who just reached 350k on their own ongoing gay little fictlet so....... you KNOW my notes would have not been able to fit into the character limit of ao3 comments, right??

so what you will find below is just the product of my live-reaction to some of the stuff I’ve read in the fic. without context, they won’t make much sense to you BUT there will be spoilers for both the ending of the kdrama AND for the aforementioned fic so. BACK AWAY NOW and I would love you all regardless.

this is a spectacular work, it reads fluently, has alternative titles, ~glucose fathers~, helps coming to terms with some truly disturbing shit drama-wise while simultaneously making it easier for the reader to see how much of an unreliable (and gullible? at times? bby u need some railing soon. we got u boo) narrator the protagonist actually is AND it includes a kitten (nothing new for the drama fans, but still, who says no to kittens?).

if you still aren’t sold on this beauty or you haven’t seen the drama, please go do that as soon as you can. personally I think there ARE a few things that made me uncomfortable in the drama (if you know you know, that Texas twist was uncalled for imo), but if you love Villains and Anti-heroes plotting their plotty plots, pretty, older, EVIL ladies (with the occasional younger sinnamon cinnamon roll), BlackMirror-esque scenarios but on steroids, fabulous dramatics and charismatic idiots... then this is the show for you.

which brings me back to the actual reason I decided to write this post! under the cut there are the (short, admittedly) chapter-by-chapter notes I’ve written while reading Who Holds The Devil, so if you don’t know the fic in question and were intrigued enough to check it out thanks to my great pitching abilities (*oneshots an entire bottle of coke as they laught nervously*), then you go do that and then come back to read the notes.

it’s nothing huge, really. my last chapter in my own fic received some great comments from some truly lovely readers and I felt energized by their earnestness, enough to plan to do smth nice myself for an author I admire. I have generally little time to read fiction these days, since I research heavily for my fics and all, so I really wanted to take the time to appreciate this precious thing.

one small thing. if you want to reblog this post of mine, consider visiting @amethystinawrites ‘s tumblr first. I’m not posting this to get attention for myself or my trashcan tumblr blog, I’m doing this to share the love for a great writer so... go there and look around, hit the “follow button” and then share posts from there. like this beauty up here! THANK U DEARS!

last chance: BIG SPOILERS AHEAD!

buckle up and here we go!

(tw grief and some tmi from my part):

(chapters 1-23)

ch.1:

as i’m reading this, i can sense the crushing loneliness and grief and how sometimes your life could orbit around a small cat because it’s the only thing keeping u sane. i have experienced smth similar after my grandparents’ passing last year and i can feel it here as well.

ch.2:

seeing how Ga On cares for Elijah made me tear up. he’s so fond of her. author is very smart about communicating these small things that make life worth living;

i like how the author writes dreams: the way they turn into nightmares when Ga On gets a little too close to realise smth, the way they turn to smth feeble at the edges of his understanding of them;

the remorse Ga On feels for wishing Yo Han to get hurt at Elijah’s expense is so palpable, i hadn’t even considered that while watching. there were so many things happening at once. but author must have thought deeply about it and it shows;

the “feeling guilty for crying” part resonated with me a lot;

Ga On needing friends and human connection? reminds me of when i self-isolated for an entire year with my family and didn’t speak to anyone else, not even texting;

wanting to do everything alone? me and my three-year recovery from burnout would agree if we weren’t little stubborn bitches

ch.3:

loneliness makes u colder, there’s a scientific explanation for it but it fails me now. Ga On looking for warmth seems appropriate;

i like the part where Ga On admits to himself the future he would have had with Soo Hyun was hazy at best. it doesn’t detract from how much she meant to him, but i think honesty is a good way to honour her memory

ch.4:

author smart, every question seems reasonable and well thought out, my understanding is limited but all sounds very compelling;

Yo Han u sneaky bitch treat yo self, have some fun

ch.5:

judge Oh.. i’ve missed her, i was so keen on seeing how she was doing after everything that happened;

the guilt for “forgetting” about thinking of someone is very real: i’m glad to see a character going through the same things i have experienced, it makes me feel less alone in my past struggles and the perception i have of them;

the part of deserving pain and misery felt also very real;

i miss Soo Hyun too;

this fic makes me feel drained after each new chapter but in the same way the movie “The Farewell” does, helping me work through my own grief one sobbing session at a time. gotta love it

ch.6:

i have the biggest crush on judge Oh and the author is making it worse;

distance make the heart grow fonder for real y’all…;

Yo Han lives in survival mode at all times and i can relate to that;

Ga On is such an unreliable narrator i want to call him an idiot sandwich to his face but he’s too compassionate for me to be this cruel to him;

i know the rituals are intricate, i know they are;

(sudden thought: i really really want to see Yo Han tipsy or drunk. i want him to be funny like only old men can be while making a fool of themselves);

ch.7:

competence is a good look on Ga On. i should learn from him and try to make friends;

communication is not their stronger point;

stepping away from trauma and from codependency from your child is hard to work through, but Yo Han is trying;

author is very smart about manipulation tactics (but also, self-doubting idiots). i am impressed

ch.8:

(no notes this time bc this chapter was too gripping i forgot to write my thoughts down, sorry)

ch.9:

“i like hearing you happy” judge Oh please marryME;

“friends” sounding wrong is so funny to me: how do u even relate to someone like Yo Han in a normal context??;

Oh Jin Joo marry ME;

“i grew up in a basement” that’s the level of fact-checking i aspire to on a daily basis;

Yo Han using expressions willingly.. he is reading on how to communicate better, isn’t he?;

Elijah my child ;-; so cute;

i didn’t know judges usually graduate in COURTing as well

ch.10:

i will have to kidnap judge Oh, yes;

“i don’t ever want you to suffer because you think it will make me happy. it won’t”………… author is giving me unreasonable expectations about wife-material individuals;

JUDGE OH MARRY ME;

(*checks fandoms of interest as of recently*) why is it always the murder-husbands trope that gets me…;

that talk about the “imagined grief” ah yes, i play at that game sometimes. it’s horrifying. and this is perhaps the second time i see it explored in the 10 years i’ve been reading fanfictions… well done author;

started reading in loud-whisper now: that’s when u know the plot is good;

that admission was so raw, i love it;

Yo Han is running away ah!;

“are you punishing me?” i am frothing at the mouth. author deserves treats;

ch.11:

(reader is distracted by the dialogue but so far Yo Han is doing his best to explain himself and we are HERE for it);

Yo Han has encyclopaedic knowledge on human emotions but people are not that easily predictable;

oh my god Kang Yo Han, you cannot simply ask people why they can’t get a grip so that you can be with them (eye roll);

Soo Hyun knew Ga On so much they didn’t need words between them… he needs to practice now;

i forgot the brother-doppelgänger trope: i am an imbecile;

the hug ;-; i’m dying

ch.12:

author is really good with nightmares;

look, i’m not saying that Ga On needs therapy but.. Ga On my boi u need therapy;

(reader got distracted by how cool judge Oh is)

ch.13:

new characters yay!;

Ga On not knowing how to interact with people reminds me of my own struggles in uni as i decided to go back after almost 4 years of forced isolation from other people in my age range. depression is a bad bitch and re-learning to talk to others?? not easy;

so cheeky my boi;

aside from the praise kink, the order-me-around one is also strong in this one;

this boi can fit so much possessiveness i swear!

ch.14:

listen, i forgot the bomb was a thing n the drama. author is smart;

lawyer Ko is great. we stan;

lawyer Ko recognises a possessive man and his destructive tendencies alright.. i guess bonding over overthrowing a government does that to a guy like him;

a nice dream~;

“Something within Ga On resonated with the darkness and secrets that hid at Yo Han's core. Like a constant pull, a taut thread of tension, tying them together. Drawing them closer, making them align. Like a steady hum of rightness that left ripples long after they parted, reverberating inside Ga On until his very essence seemed to change frequency.” …….listen, i may as well quit writing. this is poetry to me and it will haunt me for weeks;

this feels like beauty and the beast, reminding Yo Han of his humanity and all;

awkward uncle Yo Han deserves respect;

and i love the fact that Elijah doesn’t make the connection right away. feels normal. organic. i remember how unaware i used to be at her age about adults and their business, i was too busy dealing with my denials and traumas.. so yeah, i like this outcome. it’s also a fresh thing to read, especially since i’m using the match-making trope in my current fic and i’m having fun planning how to overrule it entirely ahah. playing with reader’s expectations is FUN 😈🔥

ch.15:

judge Oh please tug on MY lapels;

praise this good puppy!;

i was wondering about how Ga On had felt that first day after the explosion. he really thought he had lost everything uh?;

“are you planning to murder more people?” should be standard flirting procedure;

Ga On knows how to bargain;

i had to draw the line myself once, with a friend. it was horrible. they tried to reason with me, then tried to change my mind, then it was clear i had to leave for my own good. this is the first time i see this topic examined in fiction so efficiently. it feels real

16:

the part about “holding that line” resonated with me on a visceral level, almost scary;

i am in love with all these boss bitches author has come up with;

chairwoman Moon use me as a floor mat i am begging u;

not me noticing how Ga On trying to make a businesswoman be held accountable for her choices echoes Ga On asking Yo Han the same: again, author SMART;

friendship is great i love these kids;

yes, make Jin Joo feel special Ga On! she always wanted that more than fame anyway. u go kid!;

hug ME judge Oh! i’ll get all the germs no problem

ch.17:

this really hits too close to home sometimes, with the whole second-guessing-despite-being-sure Ga On is going through. i think i needed that. it’s cathartic. it helps;

on one hand i cannot help myself from being fond of Elijah as she is, abrasive and blunt. on the other, i’m glad Ga On calmed down enough to articulate his point properly and teach her about when to step back from other people’s private business. that was very cool to read;

Professor Min >:( this is going to be interesting;

(update) i can feel the shaky-camness in this scene holy fucko;

“you might not want to admit it, but you sold yourself to the devil” yooo that must have been fun to write!;

“so did you” what a PUNCH LINE my guy!;

MY DEVIL??? OH AUTHOR U SLY LOVABLE WALKING BRAIN ON STEROIDS;

Oh Jin Joo step on me;

the Kang Yo Han to Proper Mensch pipeline;

LOCAL JUDGE SHOULD FIND A GOOD WIFE HERE IS MY CV MAAM

ch.18:

dude be screaming his love confession in reply text messages for MONTHS yet only now decides it’s still a good time to nope this out of the way and wait some more before admitting to himself it was love the whole time. effervescent;

so embarrassing! this boi has a crush! ew!!;

ah, anger… the best and easier coverup to process emotions while in denial to rely on in times of confusion. yes. very productive;

GA ON-AH;

if author gets to use the breathy “hyung” card during intimate scenes in the future I’m gonna combust. this is so unfair. author is too good at this game 😔💕;

this puppy needs to channel his anger into some kickboxing or smth;

kang YOUR HAPPINESS MATTERS TO ME yo han ladies and gentlemen;

kang I MISS YOU TOO yo han y’all;

kang IM SORRY yo han. period;

oh this fucking diva i swear to any god willing to listen to me!!

ch.19:

Go Eun hi!! :D so cute;

it’s good to see Ga On trying to be more in tune with his confidence, he would have crumbled in the past under Yo Han’s words just by thinking he deserved the pain they were suppose to inflict. good job kid;

OH BOI HERE WE COMIN COMIN

ch.20:

Jin Joo u are making it harder and harder for me to ever be able to find a wife in the future, you know that yes?;

AWARENESS as the kids call it these days yes;

drunk Ga On is adorable;

he is saying I LOVE U you absolute buffoon;

omg it’s happening it’s HAPPENING CALM DOWN

ch.21:

K ;-; ah he really ended up badly poor thing;

someone is nervous 👀;

(too distracted by FEELS to take notes sorry);

the part about small tomatoes being thrown was cute;

ch.22:

i want my own oasis of calm too ;-; Ga On tell me your sugar bby secrets!;

i think this boi deserves a cuddle pile. just… pile everyone on top of him for a collective nap so he can convince himself that he is safe and cared for;

realising to be happy and consequently finding yourself sad bc it’s so sad that it took so long to be happy……. yeah. i know the feeling too well. nice to see it portrayed in fanfic. author smart;

ms Ji ;——; i hope she’s thriving;

(btw i really liked that scene in the drama when Ga On explored the house for the first time. the repetition of Ga Ons really did it for me. idk i’m just very attached to the visuals in that particular context);

(i also liked that scene where Yo Han defends his younger self from his father’s violence. we do that mental exercise in trauma work and to see it portrayed on screen was very hard to watch but also freeing);

someone can feel the Tension uh??;

bby girl is such a spoiled precious princess i love her;

i would love to take notes for Elijah!;

sugary negotiations ensue;

the pining is delicious

ch.23:

give kitty some kiths;

another, grumpy, bigger cat seems to need some too… confused Yo Han is priceless;

listen, soapy hands are underrated as gay awakening material;

NO TRY HARDER omg Ga On u kinky bby;

take the free car u idiot he is courting u;

we are living our best single lives up in here while these two idiots keep flirting, it’s fine, i wish i could drink to wallow in my own misery but i don’t drink, but it’s fine, it’s cool, really;

kang ITS VERY CUTE yo han fuck this guy he’s making me yell at the sun;

they bicker like two old married gays;

yes Ga On order HIM around some more;

author u cannot use the word “starving” and expect me not to go feral feral on this fic

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(this is all I have for now but I’m so excited for what comes next! thank you author and please, take time to rest!)

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