mari’s omgcp fic reqs (:
some fics i’ve read lately and that i’m totes in luv with <3
— zimbits
i. you’re my amen, zimbits, by @/julibean19
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12801069/chapters/29218386
this crazy, 100k+ word zimbits fanfiction is just absolutely amazin. it has all of its highs and lows, and an insane plot twist that left me speechless and broken. but don’t be frightened! it has a happy ending, because that’s what our gay hockey boys deserve. also bitty is so absolutely amazin in this fanficion, my face hurts from smilin at him all of the time (:
ps. shitty in this fic is just, like, absolutely hilarious and a friend that you just need in your life. he calls jack “mon petit fromage” (my little cheese) and i couldn’t breathe for like ten minutes after first readin.
ii. bitty of goose lake, zimbits, by @/itsybitsybitty
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17622797/chapters/41548541
this totally awesome and interestin 37k word au is everythin i love in a fanfiction. without givin away spoilers, jack is.. kind of in a honked up situation, and bitty jus loves his emotional support goose that eats all his pies and sometimes hugs him when he’s feelin sad. i’ve reread this fanfiction religiously and it never gets old.
— patater
iii. put on my shoes and run away, patater, by @/maraudeer
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27466612
YOOOOO KENT PARSON GETS THERAPY MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSS!!! i’d call that a fuckin W. this 7k word oneshot is the cutest soulmate au i’ve ever read! and i LOVE soulmate aus, let me tell y’all. alexei and kent are jus the cutest together and along the journey of realization that their shared dreams have been with each other, alexei is the softest human being ever. did i mention how much i love alexei? gosh!
iv. two feet in front of me, patater, by @/maraudeer
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17665718/chapters/41664608
i mean, babes, it’s a 19k word bachelors au. what else is there to say? alexei’s a gay mess and we’re ALL here for it. also i jus really love kent parson in this story, don’t know why. (we alr know i’m a kinnie,, movin on-)
— nurseydex
v. everyone wonders what it’s like to be loved by you, nurseydex, @/jennycaakes
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29450085/chapters/72342033
okay!! so i don’t really know what hang the dj is or what the au is inspired by but it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things (: basically it’s an incredibly angsty (i mean what do you expect with nurseydex, dudes?), cute story!! EESH CAN I BE ANYMORE BLUNT UHH it’s cute and fuCK IM BAD AT THESE THINGS !!!!!
vii. love finds you, nurseydex, @/hockeysometimes, poindextears
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22089940/chapters/52718095
i searched through 29 out of the 45 pages of my archive of our own history to find this fuckin book and anyways. OKAY this 200k+ word fic (please it’s worth it) is amazin nd i know the entire plot nd have read it more than thrice and please it’s so good. basically nursey loses motivation and goes for a nice drive and OOPS he ends up 60 years in the past and meets closeted cutie dex. kent parson is my favourite thing about this fic please and the side zimbits is absolutely fuckin adorable. i think abt this fic religiously.
— pimbits
viii. the camera tells secondhand lies, bitty/kent/jack, @/summerfrost
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11199471/chapters/25011333
HOLY SHIT IT’S A BIG BROTHER AU SIDUFHG. i. love. THIS. i think about it ALLLLL of the time!!! kent’s super swag and i absolutely love jack’s character in this. bitty’s also rlly horny but like it’s fine cuz i would be too if i was near kent parson for longer than an hour.
— honourable mentions
all hail the underdogs, nurseydex, @/xiaq
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15446814/chapters/35854725
do i even need to explain?
and i’m so furious (at you for making me feel this way), nurseydex, @/dharmainitiative
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15194981
nurseydex hogwarts au WHICH!!! i don’t agree with the houses. dex is a slytherin and that is FINAL.
crossed wires, nurseydex, @/lecrivaineanonyme
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8258459
another fic i think about religiously. bro it’s a dex!best buy au. he works at BEST BUY!!! i agree
love and insomnia, zimbits, @/wrathoftthestag
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25391977/chapters/61573672
it’s a 2020 fic where zimbits meet during quarantine and it’s just adorable. also it makes me sad cuz the author wrote like an ending without covid-19 anymore and it made me sad cuz like,,, i need an ending pls
<3
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Part 3~ @histrionicdaisy im on a roll
Lee isn’t sure why he decides to go back again and again. Maybe he needs to know it’s real– that he didn’t dream up a scary flirt and a ghost from his past. He doesn’t tell his dad how ridiculous it is or how useless it seems. No, Lee takes the next check and hops on his bike.
He hopes this is the part of him that wants to get better taking over.
Lee had woken up early. Immediately uneasy from a forgotten dream, he’d slugged through his morning ritual with persistence and resistance smacking at each other. Every room felt unfamiliar, and for a halting moment, he couldn’t remember which toothbrush was his.
The first breath of outside air felt like a parachute. He was no longer uncontrollably hurtling toward– something. Relief was so loud. Loud enough that he didn’t hear the broken latch crack against metal.
Lee is taking the longer, safer, back-road through the trees. Riding in the narrow strip of gravel along the highway is far less peaceful; tractor-trailers and pick-ups roar by with their coughing diesel engines, hardly taking care to avoid bicyclists. The wind off their tires and exhaust burn the inside of Lee’s nose.
Here, it smells like pine and blooming pollen. The breeze carries gently over to his back. Cars are sparse, so he can look up to notice the sky and enjoy how it looks against the white of birch bark. This route is longer, too. Something like contentment finds him three-quarters of the way there.
When he arrives, two people are visible through the front window. One has a dark, beanied head, the other has voluminous curls of black hair. The two least likely to talk to him.
Despite this, anxiety starts to boil deep in his chest. He’s going to have to sit in that tiny waiting room with them and their “not-talking.” They’ll be looking at him. They’ll wonder what a guy like him is still doing at group therapy. They’ll look at him and think about how pitiful he must be to land here from where he was.
Lee takes his time unwinding the bike lock. He plays with the idea that he can’t remember the combination. Then, of course, the rubber-like material on the coil is absolutely confounding. It’s not his fault if he takes an extra minute to examine its properties.
A car skids into the parking space behind him, forcing him out of his mind. With a hand over his pounding heart, he reflexively turns around.
Theo barely shifts the car into park before he’s swinging out of his dingy-gray Honda Civic. His eyes are harpooned through Lee’s neck.
Fucking hell.
Lee puts additional focus into the chain-link fence, fantasizing about the glorious safety of the waiting room. Russ and Daphne’s gazes would be kinder. He imagines ripping his heart out and chucking it across the lot, Go fetch!, and breaking for the building.
Theo doesn’t speak. He walks over slowly, occasionally dragging his rubber-soled shoes over the pavement.
When the noise stops, Lee manages to look up.
Heat floods the two-foot gap between them.
His face is completely blank. He doesn’t know what Theo wants from this. Lee should probably say something. Ask him. Make it friendly. Impossibly black eyes give nothing away. Freckles across his nose and cheeks don’t spell any clues, and his lips are cracking, in desperate need of Chapstick.
Freckles?
Why is he so scared of this little bespeckled kid, again?
He’s about to release his bated breath when Theo sniffs, making Lee and his traitorous cheek flinch in surprise.
Theo nods and starts over to the door. Okay.
There’s something off about that guy.
In an unspoken agreement, everyone sits in the same spots as last time. Dora slouches languidly in the largest armchair, Cassie twirls on a padded office chair, and Theo hops to his perch on the arm of a yellow loveseat, strangling the life out of a decorative pillow.
Dr. Usa opens “How is everyone today? Anything big happen since we last saw each other?”
Cassie immediately raises her hand.
“Cassie! Great. With a small group like this, you can feel free to just shout it out.”
“Yes, ma’am!” she enthused with a dinky salute. “Well, I put pictures of some of my paintings online– watermarked, of course– and someone bought one! I don’t know them, but they’re going to send the money through PayPal. They gave me their address. I’m sending the painting– it’s a view of the sky from my backyard– to them in the mail!”
Lee feels a smile force itself onto his face, cracking the plaster of an incomplete mask.
“That must feel very rewarding.”
“Oh, yes!”
His hours of sleep feel infinitely far away. What has he got to be proud of. Anymore. Lee remembers newspaper clippings on the fridge, surprise parties from his team and his family, his little brother swearing up and down Lee was the best football player in the world, and how Neal was going to be a quarterback just like him. God, did he take that harmony for granted. Now, his father and Neal just look at him. That’s all they manage to do when he’s around.
“Lee?”
“Yes?” He blinks a couple times, meeting Dr. Usa’s gaze. “Sorry. I was...” he trails off.
“Someone didn’t have their listening ears on.”
He sighs and looks at Dora. Eyes tired, he says “That’s why I apologized.”
Something flashed in her eyes, face assuming a rather odd expression. Surprise, maybe? Embarrassment... seems unlikely.
“It’s quite alright, Lee. I just asked how your day off went.”
Air puffs through his lips. “It was fine. My little brother had a soccer tournament, so he and my dad were out all day.”
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“Nah. I liked having time by myself.” He starts fiddling with his sleeves. Alone is safer. Fewer awkward conversations that no one wants to have.
“I feel that.” Theo agrees in an exhale, thumb and middle finger pressing over his eyelids.
With the focus momentarily elsewhere, Lee takes the opportunity to sink into his chair. The heat of the spotlight recedes. Theo is talking. From what Lee’s seen, it’s obvious he takes to attention like a plant to the sun.
“We had extended family from all over tarnation at the house yesterday. It was ridiculous! They wouldn’t understand my right to privacy if it bit them in the–”
“Theo.”
“Sorry, but they wouldn’t! They act like lowering their voices protects the sanctity of the quote, unquote ‘secret’ when they’re telling it to everyone!”
“Why don’t you like your family discussing this?”
“‘Cuz it’s me they’re discussing!”
“Please keep your voice down.”
“Sorry.” Theo says it quick, like an afterthought. “They aren’t acting concerned. They’re tossing around what’s ‘wrong’ with me like hot gossip. Like– finally something interesting is happening in the family.” The last part is drawled with a dramatic touch of the fingertips to the sternum, but his voice is too sharp to be simply joking.
“Every family, and every person in it has a different way of expressing their emotions toward a situation. It’s possible this is their way of showing that they see what’s going on, and just don’t know how to help.” Dr. Usa’s voice is melodious and quiet. It’s a very distinct contrast to Theo’s frustration.
“Well. I wish they’d cut it out.”
Lee notices the subtle tremors in Theos hands as they cover his face. Something’s coming loose. He has a feeling that when Theo falls apart he doesn’t crumble. No, those are bolts rattling, threatening to blow outward with the shriek of scalding steam.
“My family acts like nothing happened at all.”
When silence strikes the room, nerves punch him right in the gut. Shit. That’s where his plan ended. All eyes have moved back to him. He successfully got the attention away from Theo– go him– but he, being an eternal idiot, failed to realize that now he’d have to hold it.
Thankfully, Dr. Usa says “It’s likely a very painful topic, seeing someone they care about hurt.”
He laughs. Immediately he covers his mouth, feeling like he’d just smacked himself across the cheek. Wiping the knee-jerk reaction from his face, Lee swallows.
“Yeah.”
Before Dr. Usa has a chance to follow up, Cassie bursts in.
“If they don’t care, they don’t matter!”
Her nose is scrunched up, pinched by the angry purse of her lips. A newly pale-painted, manicured finger points at the ceiling, as if that’s where the injustice is hiding.
Cassie always seems to have a motivational quote up her sleeve. This is not the first time one had been directed at him. And though the words themselves aren’t helpful, the earnest way she delivers them always heals a small part of the ache.
“Thanks, Cassie. They matter. They’ve just moved on. They have other things to worry about.” The half-lie tastes weak as it leaves his mouth. He knows his family is embarrassed by his mistakes; they can’t bear to revisit the shame.
He sees movement in the corner of his eye, where movement is usually not. Russ is signing something.
“Family is not always right.”
Instead of going home right after, Lee decides to sit cross-legged on the pavement next to his bike. He has Twitter open on his phone, but he’s not really reading anything.
It’s nearly 10:45. His brother is probably up. Neal’ll probably hang around the house for a bit, texting a couple of his bajillion friends to meet up. Then, he’ll borrow dad’s car and pick them up on the way downtown, uptown, or a McDonalds in either direction.
Dad is probably working on the shed. The roof caved last winter, and he needs a dry place to store the tractor. Since his brother is taking the car, he’ll have no choice but to stay home.
A kick to his left shoe startles him back to the real world. He sees ragged black jeans.
Theo looks at him, avoiding his eyes.
“Thanks.”
Thanks? Not sure what he’s referencing, he responds “Uh, yeah. No problem.”
“Sorry. You know, about earlier. You’re confusing.”
Not as confusing as this conversation. Lee just looks at Theo, hoping for some elaboration.
“Okay.”
Theo turns and skips back to his car. He opens the drivers-side door and points to Lee over the roof.
“You’re a real one, Lee Pugnator,” he shouts. “If Nicki Minaj lyrics were enough I’d be serenading you right now, you gorgeous son-of-a-bitch.”
Lee laughs helplessly.
That kid is absolutely inscrutable.
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2016-2017 plans
So, it’s January 1st 2017. My 2016 has been eventful. Pretty much the defining moment was me breaking up with C and the resulting aftermath bullshit. Kinda sad, but... also, I mean, I got new clothes, exercised and dieted, became a better person, but the one thing that really sticks in my mind and that I’ve been struggling with is this C thing. It’s still a struggle.
You know, honestly a small part of me hopes they never get a new job here and run out of money and have to move back with their parents, so I don’t have to deal with their shit anymore.
C also wrote a 2016-2017 thing too. They mentioned the breakup, but it was a “oh i’m not sad about it cuz I knew it was going to happen” thing, which kind of really is a kick in the balls, considering all the internal struggling I’ve been doing about it. The primary focus of C’s 2016-2017 post was how they want to transition and become more androgynous and be more open with their sexuality and genderfluid stuff and things like that. They also want to make body modifications accordingly, like breast reduction/androgynous haircut/new glasses/maybe hormone therapy etc. It’s weird, but I think that after reading it, it made me become more at peace with not being with them anymore? Because I can say with pretty solid certainty that it wouldn’t have worked out in the long run between us. Like they want a hysterectomy? I... would like to have children someday. They do not, obviously. And someone who would look/be like that... it would be someone I would be embarrassed about dating. They mentioned that they want to get out in the dating world once they get a new job, and it would come with it’s own sets of challenges because of that stuff. I don't know. There’s just so much that clashes between us.
I kind of figured this out actually, because I spent a lot of time thinking about this. I am, or was, in love with who they were when I dated them in college, where they were someone that I felt really passionate towards, who was full of potential that turned out kind of underwhelming. I can never really get that person back. It’s like a corrupted save file, a little bit. We have both changed immensely, and we need to find people who would be better fits with who we are now. Every time I feel myself be anxious or depressed or that stabbing feeling in my chest about them, I remember this fact, that who they are now isn’t who I was in love with, and that person is pretty much gone forever. It’s not even sad necessarily, its just something that happens. It’s comforting in a way. It’s definitely helping me move on.
Another question I’ve been struggling with was, what do I do with all those pics and videos of them that aren’t really SFW? I don’t want to feel tempted to look at them, but I really don’t want to just delete data I might want later. I’m kind of a data hoarder. I thought of the compromise that I would put them up in the cloud somewhere, but delete them off of all of my local drives. That way if I want to look at them, it’s an “are you sure you want to do this?” thing, and it’ll make me think twice about getting them again. After all, especially with how much they’ve changed, it really does feel more like a person who used to exist, and less of the C I know now.
So overall, I think I might actually be making progress emotionally. It feels pretty good. Getting a break from them by being on the east coast helped a lot. It doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, it’s just acceptance that our romantic relationship has ended.
But enough about that bullshit. I’m gonna try to talk about it less unless it really starts to bother me again. How about this year? What’s in store for 2017? What are my resolutions?
Well, I’ve heard the trick is to focus less on vague stuff (i’m gonna lose weight/work out more) and more on concrete, measurable goals (lose X pounds). So, I’m going to keep my goals quantifiable. So here they are. I’m actually excited to look back on these in a year
-Complete a regimen of P90X (preferably before swimsuit season)
-Perform athletic activity for at least 45 minutes, 3 times a week, for 9 months’ worth of weeks (gives me leeway)
-Run a 10k (this is a maybe, i’m trained to do it now at least but I'm worried about knee joint stuff)
-Make a game that I have spent at least a combined 40 hours on, not counting research/reading
-Read 1 solid (100+ page) book a month
-Move the fuck out/away from C. If roommate, get one that there is no sexual/romantic tension with
-Go on dates with 3 different girls, or find a new girlfriend, whichever comes first. (it’s the exercise in finding new people that matters)
-Get some face moles removed, because I’m starting to feel self conscious about them
-Learn about concealer/basic makeup so I can make these fucking bags under my eyes go away (could be called complete when concealer is bought and applied regularly)
-do interviews with 2 different, decent companies or find a new job, whichever comes first (not that I don’t like my job, but doing interviews keep me sharp, and I’m like 95% sure I can find a better one than I have now, and this year would be the time to switch)
-Continue diet regimen when able
Yeah, so I put a lot on my table, but that’s because I know I can accomplish a lot. What makes me happy about this is that once I have this written down, I have somewhere where I hold myself accountable. I think the trick is to not get intimated just...do it, you know? And plus, at the end of 2017 I can be like “Oh yeah, I did all this shit, nice”. I pledge to not edit this list when I see something comes up that might be difficult.
So yeah. Here’s to a great 2017. I’m cautiously optimistic.
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