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He’s so hungry it hurts. Carlos’ voice is worsening it. Jannik can nearly taste his words, how warm and alive he is, and his stomach clenches with a sharp pain, forcing an audible whine.
“If I was there,” level, brave, “what would you do?”
Jannik presses the balled-up shirt into the hollow of his gut. He’s shaking with how empty he is. Words tumbling in a desperate slurry, punched out of him: “I would eat all of you.”
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Jannik's out of the French Open. The heat stung. The bloodlust killed. -
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Shane feels like he might be sick. He crouches down in front of Ilya, slowly, and takes in the reams of scattered notes around them; scrawled Cyrillic, cross-hatched abrasions where the pen has ripped all the way through, a couple of illegible English words dotting the chaos here and there. It looks like a crime scene.
“What, uh,” Shane starts haltingly, sucking in a shaky breath before trying again. “What’s all this, Ilya?”
Ilya finally seems to notice that he’s there. He looks at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed, like he’s cried at some point then scrubbed furiously at the tears. Dreadfully, he laughs.
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“Got our girl scared,” John says, taking note of the flatness of Gale’s tone, the complete and utter lack of emotion or surprise. His body is on autopilot; John recognises the tells. Grinding through the motions to keep going, blank and perfunctory like those last days of the march. “Got me scared, too, babydoll.”
And he is. Primed or not by Gale’s previous bouts of fasting, John’s never seen him push it like this. He's terrified.
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"We gotta do somethin’.”
“I know, I know.” Gale’s trying to draw John’s attention back to him now, before he vaults over his own stall and throttles the guy in broad daylight. “But without proof we gotta think about what. Don’t– don’t go messin’ up your face for nothin’, okay?”
This pulls John’s gaze back to Gale, his eyes going from glaring daggers to soft, crinkled at the edges with a flirty smirk. “You care about my pretty face, Buck?”
Gale bites the inside of his cheek to hide his own smile. “Flatter yourself. Didn’t say nothin’ about pretty.”
--Gale and John fall in love over their respective farmers’ market stalls. When they're sure a strange newcomer has been stealing from the other vendors, including their friends, they embark on a risky mission to set things right.
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Bucky nods toward the empty space. It’s smaller than a coffin. Gale had a growth spurt last year. “You wanted an abduction, kid, not a vacation.”
Gale resents the word kid. Bucky doesn’t look much older than him. His brain keeps picking up on the most insignificant details to stress over. “I did. I do. But-”
Bucky wags his finger. He’s still smiling, and there really isn’t any malice in it as he says, “my rules now, yeah? C’mon, cowboy. Get in the trunk.”
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Gale’s father owes money to some bad people. Gale wants to disappear. Two birds, one stone.
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stay as long as you want (haven't left your bed since) by hart
Fandom Stranger Things (TV 2016)
09 Sep 2019
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please let me die on the street where you live by potentiallyunlovable
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Jan 2026
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Shane takes a hit on the ice. Is barely bruised, isn’t concussed, and is cleared to play in his next game.
Ilya spirals.
It starts to feel like the world is ending.
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18 Jan 2026
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you know this moment, don’t you? (time is strangely calm now) by barnes_romzanov
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Dec 2025
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It’s dark, and Ilya’s not quite sure where he is.
His entire body is numb. His shoes are soaking wet from trudging lazily through the snow. His nose is running, and his lips are chapped.
Selfishly, he wishes Shane would fuss over him now. Pull him close, whisper “I forgive you” even though he shouldn’t, because Ilya would never change, because something inside him- in his family line, in his soul- was broken.
Ilya wondered how long ago it had clicked- when Shane had realized that Ilya wormed his way into this country and tricked the Hollanders into caring for him, then returned the favor by botching their language and leaving a trail of mess in his wake. He still can't help but wonder if that will be part of his punishment- being doomed to miss him in death, too.
or: Ilya’s mostly been able to cope with the fact that he’ll never be able to articulate himself fully in this country- but he’s also never been good at talking about feelings in the first place.
"I'm tired" is the best he's got. It definitely doesn't capture what's going on in his head, and Shane can't read minds.
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01 Jan 2026
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The Higher I Get, The Lower I'll Sink by JortPendle
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
26 Dec 2025
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Gale and Bucky go into town on a weekend pass. Back at their hotel room, things get complicated
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28 Dec 2025
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Dark can’t help the flinch, through his trapezius, his shoulders—and Gerry couldn’t miss it, crammed right fucking beside him. But Gerry doesn’t let up his half-whispered rant. “You get too close to someone, your judgment disintegrates.” The consonants hiss in the dark.
Brendan sits stonily through the chewing out.
“Leadership cannot have lapses. Every life has to be expendable. Every relationship has to be expendable.”
“If only I could be more like you. No conscience but the cause,” he retorts. “Gerry Adams the incorruptible.”
Gerry’s eyes sharply narrow. “Are you comparing me to fucking Robespierre?”
“Who the fuck is Rob Speer?”
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03 Dec 2025
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"I can't," he whispers. "I can't, Bucky, tell him to stop."
BAD TIMES AT THE STALAG!!!
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02 Dec 2025