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Some very fun things planned for Ever Never After. One of them entails the Endless Woods not being so endless anymore.
#the school for good and evil#fanfic: ever never after#my penchant for chaos and destruction knows no bounds
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Based on this post by @anzelsilver. Thanks for letting me write this prompt and I hope I did it justice!
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Eddie had no idea what was happening. Don’t get him wrong, the last several months have been great following his horrific encounter with the Upside Down, nearly dying, and then having to clear his name from a series of murders he didn’t commit. But other than his absolute shitshow of a Spring Break, ‘86 truly was his year. He had graduated and become friends with an entire group of outcasts ranging from D&D nerds, a band kid, and a jock. He had never imagined that he would become friends with Steve “the Hair'' Harrington but here he was. But that’s what led to his inordinate confusion.
Being friends with Steve Harrington was confusing and unlike any other friendship he’d had before. They’d gone from hating each other from afar before their experience with Vecna to hanging out everyday afterwards. Steve would show up to the new Munson trailer with carry-out food from the diner and a blinding smile on his face. At movie nights, Steve would sit closely to Eddie with an arm around his shoulder and would hide his face in his neck at scary parts. He kept suggesting new plans or restaurants to try and would discretely hold Eddie’s hands out of view of everyone else. And when he got particularly excited about something, Steve would even kiss the corner of Eddie’s mouth!
Now, Eddie had never been friends with a jock before. So he assumes that Steve’s touchiness is due to trauma bonding and jock culture and he doesn’t question it. He continues to hang out with Steve without limitation but all of the touching and everything with a straight guy is confusing for Eddie. Then, a nice guy approaches him at the Hideout after a set and Eddie really has no reason not to agree to go on a date. The fleeting touches from Steve and all around “good guy-ness” has been leaving Eddie feeling unfulfilled and frankly pathetic. He vowed not to crush on another straight guy after what happened last time yet here he was. So, what better way to get over his unrequited crush on Steve than to go out with another guy?
It’s at another Party movie night at Steve’s house that Eddie tells the group. “Look guys, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to postpone Hellfire this week.”
There was a moment of calmness before the kids erupted.
“Postpone? POSTPONE?!” Mike screams, being the indignant little shit that he is.
“Eddie, you can’t postpone! You didn’t even postpone for Lucas when he had his basketball game!” Dustin tries, aiming a well-aimed punch at Eddie’s guilt for that particular past decision. Lesson learned, Henderson.
“Yeah, you said you never postponed! What’s so important that you’re going to postpone the best part of the campaign?” Lucas asked, offended at the mere idea.
“Well my little sheep, if you must know, I have been courted by a fine bard to be taken on a date. It’s non negotiable, Hellfire will be postponed to next Friday,” Eddie said theatrically. He was laser focused on the reactions of the kids and thus missed the questioning glance Robin threw to a rapidly paling Steve.
“There’s no way. Steve said he’d sit in on the session on Friday. You’re not going on a date. You almost got us there,” Dustin chuckled.
“What does that have to do with anything, Henderson? I am going on the date! Tony asked me after my set and I didn’t have any reason to say no! And because you can’t have a campaign without the DM, Hellfire is postponed. End of discussion!”
The room went absolutely silent, enough to hear a pin drop. Eddie didn’t know what he said wrong, everyone here already knew he was gay so they wouldn’t have an issue with that. But as he looked around and saw everyone staring- no glaring, at him, he knew he fucked something up. He whipped around to stare at Steve when he heard him mutter, “oh… fuck, I’m so stupid.”
Eddie’s eyes widened when he saw Steve roughly wipe at his eyes in an attempt to obscure the falling tears. “What the- Stevie?”
Steve just made his way to the back door leading to the patio and muttered, “I hope you have a good date, Eddie.”
Robin shook her head in disbelief. “What the hell, Eddie? I trusted you with him.”
She looks worriedly in the direction Steve ran but looks back at Eddie with murderous intent in her eyes. She seems torn between wanting to stay and tear Eddie a new one or run after her platonic soulmate.
“Go Robin, I’ve got this handled,” Nancy says like that’s not the scariest sentence he’s ever heard. She says it in a voice that makes Eddie want to run home and hide under his covers. With one more scathing glare to Eddie in parting, Robin takes off after Steve.
Eddie was left standing confused in the middle of the Harrington living room, staring at where Steve once stood. The rest of the Party immediately started berating him once the sliding door closed behind Steve and Robin.
“What are you doing, Eddie?” Lucas, ever the diplomat, asked in bewilderment.
“You’re a coward, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Max spit at him, her eyes glaring into his very soul.
“Eddie, you just really hurt Steve. Why would you do that?” Will asked, his eyes open wide in shock.
“You’re literally the scum of the earth, Eddie. What in the literal hell gives you the right?” Dustin said, really going for his throat.
“Eddie,” Nancy starts and immediately the rest of the room falls silent. “I cannot believe that you would do something like this. After everything we’ve done for you, everything Steve has done for you, you’re going to mess it all up for what? A date with some stranger? I thought you were better than that but I guess you were right. You really are just a coward that runs away from anything important. I hope you’re happy with yourself, Munson.”
Eddie’s heart dropped at her words. He thought they were all cool with him and Robin being gay but maybe they weren’t. But going after all of his insecurities so viscerally? It made him wonder if they had ever been his friends at all.
“I thought you guys would be happy for me. I don’t know what I did but I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that you would react like this.” He whispered, his arms coming up to hug himself self-soothingly.
Whether it was the tears in his eyes or the sincerity of his words, Nancy’s intimidating posture becomes contemplative. Then, realization hits her. “Eddie, you do know that you and Steve are dating… right? And you just stomped all over his feelings in front of all of his friends?”
Eddie feels ice pour through his veins. That would explain the cuddling on the couch during movies, the sleepovers in the same bed, and the chaste kisses on the edge of his lips. Oh fuck. They were dating. And he just fucked it all up by agreeing to go out on a date with another guy… some, some schmuck!
Oh no, Eddie’s eyes widened even further. Steve thinks he just broke up with him and left his own house! Oh no!
“Jesus H. Christ! Why didn’t anyone fucking tell me that we were dating? You expect me to just know these things? Fuck! I have to go after him, right? Goddamn it, you all fucking suck. No one thought to fucking tell me the cuddling and goddamn kisses were him wooing me? Fucking shit!” Eddie screamed at the group before turning and sprinting after Steve, his apparent boyfriend. What the literal fuck was he supposed to do about that?
He caught up to them quickly, Steve and Robin were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water. They both turned around at the sound of the sliding door slamming open against the jam. Eddie burst through panting and keeling over. Jesus Christ, he had to cut down on the smoking. Poor Steve had tear tracks running down his cheeks and Robin had a wet stain on the shoulder of her shirt. She glared at him menacingly from her perch.
“Steve, I’m sorry! I didn’t know we were dating, I’m so sorry.” Eddie pled through his pants.
Steve’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. “How the hell did you not know we were dating? I literally just took you to Indy on a date last weekend and was holding your hand. We’ve kissed!”
Eddie let out a manic laugh. “I know! I know we’ve kissed and I know it sounds stupid. I thought it was you being really touchy with your friends or like jock behavior or something. Steve, I swear to you, I had no idea that we were dating.”
Robin’s eyes were squinted and she asked incredulously, “how many guys are you kissing that you think kissing people on the lips is ‘jock behavior’? Do you know how stupid that sounds?”
“Yes, I know how stupid that sounds! And guess what, I’m stupid! You think you can be a senior in high school for three fucking years without being stupid?! No! But I swear, I didn’t know.”
Steve shook his head, “no, you’re not stupid. This is my fault. I know you wouldn’t want to date me and I misunderstood-”
“Steve, of course I want to date you! You’re perfect and I love you, why wouldn’t I want to be your boyfriend? I’m just really fucking dumb and didn’t realize. I am so sorry.”
Robin was watching the two of them talk like a tennis match. She had no idea what was happening but holy shit, it felt like she was in a sitcom. Steve stood from his position at the pool and took a step towards Eddie. “You would date me?”
Eddie nodded vigorously, “of fucking course, Steve! The only reason I agreed to go on a date with Tony in the first place is because I wanted to get over you. All of the touching and flirting had me out of my mind because I thought I couldn’t have you, man. I was going crazy.”
Steve moved closer so they were nose to nose and glanced down at his lips. “Don’t call me ‘man’.”
Eddie licked his lips and watched Steve’s eyes track the movement. “What’re you going to do about it, big boy?”
Steve’s lips surged forward to meet his own, fully this time in a way the chaste kisses in the past hadn’t before. Eddie felt butterflies in his stomach and electricity down to his toes. He was flying on cloud nine and he had never felt such happiness, such contentment and-
“Eh em, excuse me. Hey, be respectful of the lesbian eyes over here! I don’t need to see any of this. Eddie, stop with the tongue!” Robin shrieked, breaking his haze of Steve Harrington-induced bliss.
Steve pulled back enough to murmur against his lips, “Eddie, would you go on a date with me?”
Eddie smirked and with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “I thought you’d never ask, Stevie.”
#and they lived happily ever after#the kids always bring this up whenever something big happens in their relationship#They remind him daily for a week after Steve proposes that they are in fact 'FiAnCeeS'#Eddie can never live this down#prompt from anzelsilver#stranger things#fanfic#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#will byers
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Dragging myself out of inactivity to grossly overanalyse/scream about the chapter 213 Kunigiri stuff coz I’m so mentally unwell and it’s their fault.
First of all, I love how in order to get into the other stratums, players first have to submit a request form. Presumably they’d have to state a reason for going and I doubt “I want to see my friends” would be allowed because some people would end up using it as an excuse to slack off, so I wonder what Chigiri said to get his request accepted? Obviously he was actually coming just to see Kunigami but he probably needed to make up an excuse (either that or Ego/Anri let him through because BLTV really is just football Love Island atp).
Anyway, I love the intro panel for Chigiri in this chapter coz it says SO MUCH about him.
It’s the hair.
Chigiri barely ever wears his hair up, not even while playing football (and I’ve made my thoughts on that clear in the past so I’ll refrain from any ranting). On the field he’ll have that weird half-braid thing going on, and off the field he usually just wears it loose. One of the only other times we see him with a ponytail is in chapters 150-151, during the 2-week break post U-20 match. I think this shows that Chigiri is putting active effort into his appearance for his visit with Kunigami. He puts his hair up when he wants to make a good impression — in the Shibuya chapters he’s also wearing a rather nice outfit, so he was focussing on his appearance then too. This time around, he’s specifically doing it for Kunigami because he’s unsure about what Kunigami thinks of him after “ghosting” him during the MC match. This is Chigiri going all-out to impress through subtle gestures and small changes that are consciously made and will subconsciously be picked up on.
(There’s also Kunigami’s canonical thing for the napes of necks (egoist Bible) to take into account which… listen we have no proof that Chigiri is aware of it but we also don’t have any proof that he’s not. Who’s to say he didn’t choose this hairstyle specifically because he knows it shows off his nape, which is usually kept hidden under his hair? He’s already a bit of a flirt after that “such an insensitive hero” comment back during the Second Selection. It isn’t impossible.)
Next, the iconic “keep an eye on me” line.
First off, Nomura really decided to make Chigiri look that pretty when he said this. Boy looks absolutely gorgeous. I’m aroace but I would’ve folded. Kunigami is stronger than me.
Second off, I like how this shows Chigiri being attentive towards Kunigami. When they first reunited, it did come across a bit like Chigiri was being dismissive of what Kunigami went through in the Wildcard, saying that he’d treat Kunigami as exactly the same person he was before (although it’s arguably understandable since they’d only just met again and Chigiri has no idea what happened in the Wildcard). Now though, it’s clear he’s observed the change Kunigami went through and a) wants to make amends for his previous comments, and b) still wants to be with Kunigami. While there’s never a direct apology given, it’s clear he doesn’t think of Kunigami the same way he did before the Mc match and wants to make amends. Honestly, idk if a direct apology would’ve been a nice addition or would’ve just made Kunigami feel worse — Chigiri is a proud person and Kunigami doesn’t want pity, so this less direct approach was probably the best way to go about things.
Thirdly, when Chigiri says “from now on, I’m gonna be keeping an eye on you”, it’s not just a promise to acknowledge Kunigami’s skills as a footballer. It’s also a subtle way of saying “you’re not getting rid of me. I’m staying right here”. Adding to that the “so, you better keep an eye on me too, got it?”, it’s both a declaration that Kunigami shouldn’t underestimate Chigiri and a “you’re gonna be seeing a lot of me so get used to it”. (Side note: Isagi’s face on this page is so fucking funny to me he’s just like “yeaaaaaah, these bitches gay. Good for them” lmao.)
Last thing I’ll scream about is this:
FIRST NAME BASIS!!!
Obviously Chigiri is specifically using “Rensuke” as a little jab at Kunigami to get him riled up. Chigiri is just like that when it comes to teasing. Still, it’s nice to know that he feels comfortable enough around Kunigami to say something like this without Kunigami getting angry or making things awkward between them. We’ve seen Bachira do this with Isagi too during the Barcha match, so that’s nice little bachisagi parallel. At the very least, Chigiri is showing that he wants their friendship to continue and is going to continue to treat Kunigami as a close friend, no matter how much Kunigami might try to push him away.
Conclusion to my ramblings: Chigiri is putting in the work and I respect him for it. Kunigami is in a bad place rn and what he needs is someone as stubborn as Chigiri to see him through. Chigiri knows what it feels like to feel depressed and push everyone else away because it happened to him too. He thought for a time that everything was over for him. No doubt he’s recognising those things in Kunigami and wants to help him out, especially since the two of them had grown pretty close before being separated.
Kunigiri has my whole heart!!!
#blue lock#bllk#kunigiri#kunigami x chigiri#kunigami rensuke#chigiri hyoma#blue lock manga#blue lock manga spoilers#blue lock chapter 213#I’m so feral about these two#Kunigiri is one of my favourite bllk ships#never thought I’d see them again#fun fact I actually had a fanfic idea after chapter 208 where Chigiri appeared but thought it would never ever be canon#guess I was just wrong#it really does feel like kaneshiro was writing a fanfic with this one#kncg
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Love the idea of each previous hero's journey being mostly lost to time, such that each time the cycle starts again absolutely no one picks up the very obvious clues that might lead them to the hero.
Oh, you've named your blond haired blue eyed child Link, have you? That's a good name!
Oh, he's found a strange red and white maned horse he's named epona who has utterly bonded with him? How unusual!
Yes, the princess Zelda is the same age, isn't she? What a good omen for the family!
We know he doesn't talk much, but he's the sweetest lad, don't worry!
Don't fret, dearie, his wanderlust will abate when he grows up, I'm sure it won't get him in too much trouble before then.
Prodigious little swordsman, isn't he? He would make a great knight if he wanted to when he's older!
Oh? Rumours about a long forgotten temple in the woods? How strange! Are you sure it's not just the children telling stories?
Look at him in his armoured green outfit! That hat looks lovely on him - where did you find it?
#It's so funny#In just about every Zelda I've played there's been about a hundred signs link is In The Building and no one ever notices#Twilight Princess was the absolute worst everyone just kept bringing up Its The Hero stuff and it just was not clicking#By the time we got to epona I was half tempted to make a bingo card#Heck he even has a tree house!!#Strong oot time genes there XD#There's something about loading up a Zelda game and going 'yup. This is a Zelda game alright' but NO ONE in universe notices#YOU ACTUALLY LIVE THERE YOU GUYS STUDY THIS IN HISTORY CLASS#it also opens up the great trope of link casually knowing stuff from previous lives he absolutely shouldn't and nobody taking it seriously#Until he comes back with the master sword#Some of those games were particularly bonkers and if the specifics never got recorded then there's no way anyone would believe them#A zora princess tried to marry the hero?? Lmao try writing fanfic#Listen I know it says the hero came from the woods but kokiri don't exist he would have just lived in a cottage or something#How dare you besmirch the hero's honour! He would never lower himself to base property damage! Never mind pots!#No hylian can ever wrestle a goron are you insane??#Talking boat.... Sure#But you just KNOW Zelda would get some scholars and they'd hang off his every word#I love fics where link just casually references some world shaking knowledge (ie rito being zora descended and their own squid ancestors)#Or what the divine beasts were named after#Or what time travel feels like#Or that the myths hylians came from the skies are true#Or what one Zelda did when she vanished centuries ago#Or what the giant skeletons were#That kind of thing#Sorry I rambled#long post#legend of zelda#loz#loz zelda#loz link
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New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!
#my fic commentary remains impeccable <3 (gnawing)#more quick fanfic doobles its more likely then you think >:]#also going through an art style crisis atm dont worry abt it KJHKJSDF#anyways. big fan of spinda that was my fav mon as a bit as a kid. also worried abt spinda considering it was never mentioned in the sequel#please be alive out there buddy#good excuse to draw younger them again :] prequel fics always fun#curious to see where it will go!! also specifically what the end point will be :3c#is it the archie running away in the night plotpoint or.#like courtney has very much alluded to things after that in th already existing sequel fic will we get to see#or will those things be tackled in the last part of the trilogy hmhmm#i like thinking abt fanfics. i like how everyone in the fandom has such different takes on the characters#allows me to take them and put them in scenarios its like free aus for days to play w#<making up so many endings and plotthreads up in my head to every fic i get my grubby hands on#rotating them around like theyre in a microwave#oh back on track i do not remember if the devil and the dead sea ever mentioned eye color of either of them so i just fuckin winged it#perhaps they are inaccurate if so Uhm. Apologies#now we patiently wait for the chapter releases. spinning really hard#TWO fics ive been excited for updating again after a good forever tis a good month
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I sincerely think if Dennis Reynolds and Jeff Winger were to makeout, it would benefit them both immensely, in fact, it’d be good for their health
#jeff winger#dennis reynolds#wait wait okay they run into each other because Jeff’s a student and Dennis is out looking for his usual college girl type he’s so set on#but like they both come to the realization that’s not what they want anymore/never what they wanted or what will make them happy#because they see reflections of themselves in each other#and after having a wild whirlwind affair or one night stand they part ways each changed by the experience#and Dennis comes home and tells Mac how he feels#and Jeff tentatively accepts the dean’s invite to a dinner or something#text#anmmbposts#and also the next time the gang needs a lawyer Dennis is like I know a guy so they don’t have to use uncle jack anymore#and Jeff takes The Lawyer completely off guard and absolutely destroys him#and Charlie gets to excitedly talk with him about bird law to which Jeff either tells him hey greendale actually has a class on that#or hey you could teach a class on that at greendale#ignore me writing my silly crossover fanfic in the tags I’m at work and the thoughts are suddenly vibing#and they become like amicable sorta exes and if they ever meet each other’s friends do you think Mac and Shirley would bond over religion?#do you think Britta and Dee would get along?#I think Charlie might have fun playing games or building forts with troy and abed they could play night crawlers together#help me my mind keeps going
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In anidala/vaderdala fics i enjoy all tropes, it can be fluff or toxic, it can be dark that'll makes you question "wtf am i reading?" or sweet that will give u diabetes and puke rainbows. I enjoy angst and shts that will make me cry. But yall never catch me reading with a trope that includes "tragedy" like what do you mean they didn't sort it all out and live happily ever after with their babies?
#fanfics#they live happily ever after#period#its canon#vaderdala#anidala#star wars#if i ever read tragedy know that i will never finish it or because nobody warns me its a tragedy#what's maddening is#their fics is mostly tragedy
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One day, you comes across the staffbot in the abandoned theater.
There is a fine layer of dust to them, just as there is on everything else in the room. You are hesitant to even walk in, at first. You climb the stares from stage right, approaching with enough time to let them back away if they wanted to. They don't. You come up so you are face to face with them. Though frozen in an empty, static pose, their eyes are dusky, lifeless. You stare for a while. It's odd, seeing your reflection like this.
You take the time to lower their suspended hands to a more relaxed position. You straighten their hat and adjust the front of their vest, dusting off the shoulders. You stand, looking at them for a while.
You don't check as you leave and carefully, noiselessly, close the door behind you, but you know their head turned to follow your silent departure. Both you know it will be a long time before you return. Hopefully, they do not blame you. No one ever likes coming to a silent theater to look upon the long-cold corpse of themselves.
#small moments#short fanfic tidbit#fic tidbit#story tidbit#fnaf fanfic#fnaf x reader#after everything was fixed#readerbot au#repairbot reader#staffbot readre au#tw dead body#tw death mention#imagine a distant slightly slowed or out of tune but still soft and sad but soothing music box lullaby over this ok#thats the vibe#how could one ever explain what its like to meet the death of the best friend youve never known#to come across the only one that might have been like you long after they are cold and still#a loneliness untouchable unknowable i think#you leave flowers beside them. fix their hair and lay their head more comfortably#and then you must carry on#and so you do#sad fic#hurt no comfort#sort of#idk i just been having some vibes n brain itch#rlly wanna get back into writing#ok goodnigt now lol love u guys
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Overruled, Chapter 2: Obfuscated
Prev - Obfuscated - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]
Written for @loceitweek, Day 2: Masks - WC: 1498 - Rated: T - Alcohol, swearing, mentions of non-consensual drugging, vomiting/nausea
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Everything hurt.
Janus blinked against the sunbeam targeting his face, lids sandpaper against his eyes. He turned his head and sharp, hot pain shot up his shoulder and neck before radiating out through his back and limbs. “Fuck.” He couldn’t get more than a croak past his dry throat. Even his tongue and teeth hurt, his mouth swollen, arid, and foul.
“Excellent…” The quiet voice rattled through his skull and he winced. “You are awake.”
“Either that or dead,” he muttered, eyes now squeezed shut.
Bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor past him and, after a clattering racket, the red glow bleeding through his eyelids faded. “Any better?” the voice said, even quieter this time.
Janus grunted and pried his head and shoulders up off the sinking soft surface he was lying on. He fell back almost immediately, a fresh ache exploding in his head as the room spun and his stomach flipped. “Sick—” he managed before he turned and heaved up the scant contents of his stomach. There was rushed movement near him and firm hands turned him to his side.
“Get it out,” the voice muttered near his ear. “That’s it, right in the bucket… you’ll feel better.”
When he finally stopped, something cool and wet was pressed to forehead and another dabbed at his mouth, his face, his neck. Janus cracked one eye open and spotted a colorful flash of floral brocade tucked under a dark blue apron.
“Necktie,” he groaned.
“So you do remember where you are,” Logan murmured. The cloth moved away, followed by the swish of water, then soon returned, cool and soothing.
He reached out blindly, brushing against the prim knot at the other man’s neck. “It's Seattle. You’re the only man our age who owns one of these,” he said, wincing at the deafening volume of his own voice. “Let alone actually wears the damn thing.”
Logan chuckled, low and quiet. The sound rumbled through his chest where Janus belatedly realized he’d been leaning. His brain told him to sit up all the way, but his body wouldn’t listen, and his head bobbed ineffectually against Logan’s shoulder. “Take it slow,” he said, shifting until Janus’ head was pillowed against muscle instead of the sharp corner where clavicle met shoulder bone.
The cloth moved to his neck, the light pressure easing the knotted muscle he’d woken up with, and he couldn’t help a low sigh. His hand flopped to his other side, rubbing the upholstery next to him.
Janus frowned. “This isn’t my couch.” He peered through narrowed eyes, ignoring the renewed pounding in his head. “Where am I?”
“My apartment,” Logan said after a moment. “You were… unwell last night at the party. You told me you lived a mile from campus and I asked you if I could bring you here.” His movements slowed and he set the cloth aside. Janus eyed it, already missing the soft touch. “You said it was—”
“Better than fucking in the elevator,” he finished, a flash of last night filling his mind.
“Well, yes.” Logan cleared his throat, a bubble of a mirth behind his words. “I was about to paraphrase that you thought it was wise.” He picked up the cloth again and resumed dabbing against his skin. “We can both be right.”
Janus barked out a half-laugh then winced. “Oh, don’t make me laugh!”
“I shall endeavor to be as boring as possible, then.”
True to his promise, Logan fell silent, moving only to refresh the cloth once it became warm.
Dread churned in his gut until he feared he’d be sick again. Finally, he asked, “What happened?”
“I will tell you everything I know, however I do not wish to impact your memory with my own perception,” Logan said slowly. “What do you remember?”
I remember watching the door, waiting for you to arrive.
“I was at Jack’s… I had a few drinks…” He chuckled, the movement rattling his brain against his skull. He breathed into the pain and nodded. Slowly. “I’d picked which guy I’d take home if you didn’t show.”
He smirked, one eyebrow a perfect arch over those damned glasses. “You were that certain I’d go home with you?” He wet the cloth and wrung it out again. “I could’ve been there to pick up your friend.”
“Ow,” he laughed and groaned at the same time. “What did I say about making me laugh, Necktie?”
Chuckling quietly, Logan reached for a small bottle of water and opened it in front of him. “Slow sips,” he said, pressing it into his hands. “It will help with the headache.”
He followed Logan’s instructions, annoyed he was right. “You gave me water,” he said suddenly, staring down at the bottle. Logan remained silent, but after a while Janus shook his head. “I… I don’t remember much else. Fuzzy thoughts…”
The hand holding the bottle shook and Logan took it from him. “You were unconscious when I arrived.” His lips tightened into a thin line and his brow furrowed, annoyance or perhaps concern darkening his steely blue eyes.
His pupils had shrunk.
Fear.
“I was able to wake you and you told me you’d had four…” Logan shook his head and inhaled slowly. “You were far more impaired than someone who’d had four bourbons over a few hours. I… offered to bring you home and as we were leaving… A man, one of the other guests, accosted us.”
Logan turned his head and looked closely at him, that same strange mix of emotions flitting over his face, like he couldn’t pick which one. “I believe he drugged you. He… he tried to stop us from leaving.” A smile sparkled across his face. “You fought back. Half conscious, and knocked over, you still managed to take him down and pin him to the floor.”
“Hmph,” he grunted, rotating his shoulder. “That explains this.”
“Are you in pain?” Logan turned again and scanned him with those laser eyes. “I mean…”
“Nothing a hot shower and some stretches won’t solve.”
“You are welcome to…” He gestured half-heartedly toward one of the doors in the hallway. “Of course, if you would not prefer your own shower.”
Janus nodded, letting where he would shower be a problem for the future. Even this short conversation drained him and it was a struggle not to let his full weight rest against Logan’s side. His apron smelled like coffee grounds and cinnamon. He wondered if his nursemaid would allow him a cup of coffee.
The thought alone was enough to turn his stomach and he closed his eyes. The unease didn't fade and the flashes from his dreams grew brighter. “Did I… did I say anything else last night?” he asked. His fingers scrunched against the plush sofa cushion, hand empty. He’d dreamt… Janus opened his eyes with a little sigh. He’d dreamt his hand had not been empty.
“There was some… flirting,” Logan said carefully. “No more than one might anticipate given the circumstances.”
“Nothing…” There'd been music, different music that from that fucking party. Soft. A peaceful rumble. Logan’s voice. “Nothing else?”
He shifted next to him and pressed the water bottle into his hands. Logan watched silently as he sipped. “You…” he murmured when Janus lowered the bottle. “You dreamt. And… spoke a little in your sleep.”
His name sat on Janus’ tongue, heavy and sweet. He hadn’t said it in so long. “Anything stand out?” he asked, desperate to hear anything but the answer he knew Logan would give.
“You called me Gabe.”
Janus couldn’t hide the hitch in his breathing but Logan didn’t ask him to explain, didn’t ask him if he was alright. If he’d said anything about Gabe… Logan would know he wasn’t.
Logan sat quietly with him until the room stopped spinning long enough for him to lean against the back rest. “I recognize food may be the last on your priorities at the moment…” He frowned, peering closely at his eyes as he avoided his gaze. Logan then picked up his hand and pressed the nail bed on each finger, watching intently. “But you are dehydrated and likely your electrolytes are unbalanced, as well.”
Janus’ hand was still resting in his and he stared down at it for a moment before slowly letting it rest on his lap.
“If you will allow me to prepare something for you…” He began to gather a bowl and tissues from the table.
“Before you—” Janus began, watching him work. “The—the cloth was…”
Logan looked down at the cotton cloth in his hand, then nodded. He dipped it in the water and wrung it out. He smiled, a soft, gentle smile, nothing like the little smirk from before or his failed attempt to hide a laugh. Just… soft. "Forehead?"
Janus nodded once. “Thank you,” he murmured and averted his eyes as Logan carefully laid the cloth against his skin.
“It’s my pleasure, Janus,” he whispered. Janus closed his eyes, afraid the rest of his mask might crumble under the weight of that smile if looked at it for much longer. “I will return with some ginger tea and crackers. Some broth.” Logan said after a long moment. “Rest.”
Nodding, Janus leaned back against the couch and tugged the cloth down over his eyes.
#Overruled#loceit#loceit week#loceit week 2023#Day 2: Masks#ts janus#ts logan#Law School AU#get it‚ get it? Overruled?#Janus Pater#Logan Sanders#that's right‚ Sanders. The Happily Ever After AU where Logan never met Kelly#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fanfic#sanders sides fic#romantic loceit#well‚ eventually#cw vomit#cw alcohol#cw swearing
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cool so i'm doing this
i've finally gotten fed up of my own dilly-dallying around starting to publish my rewrite even though i already have 4 of the arcs planned out in their entirety, so we've just decided to say fuck it and go!!!!!!
if you would care to join me, i'm going to post the first chapter on friday 3rd march!! after that, each chapter will be posted every other friday.
i'd absolutely love for you guys to read it and tell me what you thought and ask any questions that might occur to you!! this piece means a lot to me as ive been working on it for 3 years now (????) 😭!!!!
the rewrite will be posted on my ao3, @/gumjokester (not gumjester!!). love ya!! hope to see u there <33333333
#ever after high#eah#eah fanfic#ever after high fanfic#eah fanfiction#ever after high fanfiction#IM SHAKING TYPING THIS LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL#getting so emosh for no reason. but i thought id never show this to anyone so yknow!!!!!! its a hashtag moment 4 me ok#the culmination of my 8 year interest in ever after high dare i say#gum rewrite#lets fucking go lads!!!!!
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Some fun stories coming to a Wattpad near you. One of them is relevant to Ever Never After! Can you guess which?
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I keep forgetting the "but her eyes were on me" quote I keep seeing everywhere is from the actual book because in the same scene Nicasia says "your wedding and funeral were equally funny" and that just snipes me for some reason
#also it's right after valerian's curse so i am too distracted by chuckling to pay attention#like legit this is the first time i ever noticed it in the book. i keep thinking it's from a fanfic or something#a very very popular mainstream fanfic whose name i never heard by some miracle#tfota liveblog#anyway yeah nicasia is a bigger girlboss when jude feeds her lines. it's hilarious
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4 days until ACFTL!!!
if there isn’t a crypt scene part 2 where eva hides in the mausoleum after being infected with venom and jacks finds her and actually decides to stay with her for the night like she did for him….i will riot
#i never thought i’d ever become a fanfic writer but…#sometimes life just calls to you#please stephanie im begging#evajacks#tbona#ouabh#evangeline fox#jacks prince of hearts#acftl#jacks x evangeline#caraval#prince of hearts#the ballad of never after#a curse for true love#once upon a broken heart#once upon a broken heart spoilers
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Sometimes, I miss superspy byler 😔
#I want to write shady business all over again#it was such a fun era for me#my favorite AU ever#shady business has my entire heart#I’ve simply never written better#I’m sorry everything that came after#you’ll never compare#superspy byler#byler#stranger things#byler fanfic
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3 and 5 for the fanfic writer asks? (if you haven't done them already and if you'd like to answer them)
Hello dear!
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?
That's a really, really difficult question. I have a few favorites that I kinda rotate in my head. I'm really proud of the WIPs I'm working on right now too, I think several of these are gonna hop up to the top of my favorites list once they're finished.
I think right now I'd have to say In the Gray You are Golden. Yeah. That one really was a burst of pure inspiration and I think I managed to catch the tone, the mood, the world, and the character arcs I was all going for in a way that was poetic but economical, no superfluous scenes, and I genuinely think it's one of my strongest pieces I've ever done.
Other Buddie favorites include Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones), Let My Ink Stain Your Pages, and Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You).
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
See, I say I won't write something, and then I end up writing it. I said I wouldn't do a Zombie Apocalypse AU and here we are. I said I wouldn't do a [redacted] AU on the 911 Dispatch podcast and now I'm writing it. I said I wouldn't do a [redacted] AU and then several friends batted their eyes at me and suddenly here I am with a whole-ass plot and several scenes written. So really, saying I won't write something is the moment the devil starts laughing.
Right now I do have a few Xedgin ideas that I don't know if I'll ever write. I simply don't have time and I still want to write my Buddie fics. But maybe after October! We'll see! The image of Xenk saying to Ed, "Hush, I will stop thy mouth" and kissing him burned into my brain and I can 100% see them being the Beatrice and Benedick of a Much Ado-type fic, and @kitkatpancakestack is shamelessly encouraging me to do a Stardust AU for them (listen... if you told me that man was a fallen star... I'd believe you). I also feel like they'd fit a Pride & Prejudice AU really well, and I had a lot of fun with my Witcher Austen AU (and watching Bridgerton did NOT help avoiding that plot bunny).
I've also had a lot (a lot) of Buddie smut ideas that I've never written because again, total lack of time. I'd rather ignore those and focus on my plot-centric Buddie fics. I have toyed with the idea of a Star Trek Buddie AU but I don't know if I'd ever write it since I have no fuckin' clue what the plot would be.
So yes. Fic ideas galore. It's just unfortunately a matter of prioritizing and having only so many hours in the day (which is part of why I launched my Patreon TBH in the hope that if I get enough sign-ups I'll have more time for fic since I won't have to work a second job anymore).
#mads answers things#theyarnmaidstale#fanfic writer asks#I've got the four Xedgin fics I'm finishing up now#and then I really REALLY gotta work on my Buddie WIPs so I have them ready for October#but after that mayhaps I will return to Xedgin whomst can say#I just can't follow every single plot bunny down the rabbit hole or I'd never finish anything or get anything done#but yeah if you're ever like hey would Mads write X kink for Buddie...#I probably have already thought of it and decided I couldn't fit it into my schedule alas
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hi so so sorry if this sounds genuinely deranged but I need to know did you write a fanfiction in like 2014 that was set during ww2 where zoro from one piece was sent to a japanese internment camp and sanji went to conversion therapy I remembered it recently because it blew my mind at age 13 and I had to reread it + need a kind of where are they now with the author so if that's you 1) what's your stance on the fic today 2) how much of the research was done during writing and how much did you just know beforehand and used as inspo 3) did you have any ideas for where the other characters ended up because I did always wonder if like idk chopper overcame the trauma of being in the war and also just what usopp's situation would be in general what with the political climate. once again. if you didn't actually write this fic so sorry this must look like the ravings of a crazy person. godspeed
Hi. Uh, yeah I did write that fic. I would have been like only 17 at the time. I did do A LOT of research, like the fic was basically an excuse for me to research Japanese internment and WWII history in general bc I thought it was super fucked up. I was absolutely hyperfixated on the topic and my parents probably thought i was nuts for my ability to talk at length on this particular area of history. I just finished skim reading back through the fic and woof. What a bleak fucking story. I was very cruel to everyone. It's frustrating bc I think it's an interesting and compelling idea for a story. But to me it feels like: here is all the research I did and also characters talking in what feels like a too modern way. Plus, I was 17 and didnt understand people very well. I wish I had the energy and motivation to rewrite it. Although, I forgot I used to do song lyrics at the start of each chapter and the tonal dissonance of Owl City lyrics at the top of a chapter of harrowing events around the time of WWII is unfathomablly unhinged.
#as for where r they now? i forgot the last chapter was like fuck u nothing matters life goes on sanji probably died of lung cancer#like jesus dude calm down. i think now id give them a bit of a softer ending#like i mean sanji still prob dying of lung cancer but he lives a long life with zoro and thry make the most of the time they have together#and i mean when u see horrific things in war i imagine its something u never really get over but i think the crew members that became#soldiers go on to live fuffilling lives and usopp finds a stable and relatively well paying job. gets married and lives happily ever after#god. its so frustrating to me that ill probably never rewrite this. it could habe been so good#but i just dont have thst kind of energy. i do think abt this fic more than almost all my other tho#im glad u liked it anon. its a fucking unhinged fic just from the perspective of: rural ohio teen wants to research a fucked up aspect of#ww 2 history and decides to write a fucking fanfic abt it. like bro what why. but idk weird weird times#there could have been themes and exploration of trauma and adversity. complex relationships. but no u get cringe written by a child#and now at the age of nearly 26 i am old and tired. christ thst was almost 10 years ago. i was a whole different human#weird the fanfics that stick with u. i have many i think abt from hs. wonder where the authors r now...#unrelated#i also forgot that in the authors nots i was like: if u r a n4zi fucking kill yourself.#which i standby but i was not expecting to see thst in the notes of a one piece fic i wrote as a kid good god
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