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Fics that have genuinely changed my life. Either comforted me, shown me new perspectives.
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A Kidnapping By Any Other Name (OLD VERSION) (INCOMPLETE) by RavenMoon33
Fandoms: Wednesday (TV 2022)
26 May 2023
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It all starts with the unexpected early end to the semester.
Everyone else is elated to get an early start to their winter vacations.
All Enid can feel is dread.Or: In which Enid is bummed out at the prospect of returning home for an extra long winter break, and Wednesday decides to fix it, as only an Addams can.
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“Why would I talk to Akaashi about this?”
Kuroo raises his eyebrows at them and almost looks uncertain when he replies, “Because he’s trans?”
“Akaashi?” Kenma repeats, and they must look genuinely shocked because Kuroo’s incredulous expression is threatening to collapse into laughter. “Akaashi is trans?”
“Um, yeah,” Kuroo says, disbelief in his voice. “You really didn’t know?"A romcom get-together fic featuring Bokuto and Kuroo: Overenthusiastic Matchmaking Duo, Akaashi, who can't seem to stop overthinking things for the life of him, and Kenma, who finds companionship (and a surprising new crush) in an unexpected place.
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all's well that ends well (to end up with you) by mfst4rb0y
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
07 May 2022
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“Shut up.” And she pulls Robin back down to her lips.
Nancy doesn’t know how long they stand there, making out in the kitchen like a couple of horny teenagers (which, she supposes, they technically are—she’s not twenty until next year and Robin’s only just turned nineteen). It’s long enough for their kisses to turn desperate, for Robin’s lips to move from her mouth to her neck, nipping and biting just light enough to avoid leaving a mark, for her hands to move upwards under Nancy’s shirt, carefully tracing the bottom of her bra. Long enough for Nancy to weave her fingers into Robin’s hair, pulling her closer, for her free hand to travel to the waistband of Robin’s jeans, scratching gently over the skin just above it.
Long enough that Nancy’s senses are overwhelmed by Robin enough for them to miss the footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Oh my god, my eyes!”