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That 70s Show fic: It Was Only a Matter of Time (1/15)

This story is the first fanfic I ever wrote and posted online back in 2005. Until now, it’s only been available on my livejournaland AO3, but since it fits my February theme for reposting all my stuff, I’m finally bringing it to my journal.


When Jackie left for Chicago, Hyde knew he’d made a mistake, but going there to fix it made things even worse. Now his life is one long string of unwanted emotions–anger, hate, heartache, remorse, regret… love. Despite the pain, he knows he still loves her. But maybe that’s why it hurts so much.

Jackie screwed up. Steven was gone, and it was all her fault. She tries to go on with her life, but the ache in her chest just won’t go away. She knows she has to make things right; she’s just not sure Steven will want to hear her out. She knows she has to try, though, because she can’t live with herself knowing she hurt him so deeply.

18,809 words | [PG-13]

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Chapter One: There Are Always Two Sides

Hyde pulled into the Forman driveway well past one in the morning and sat listening to the ticks and pops of the cooling engine. The whole drive home from Chicago he had fumed. He thought of every way he could possibly hurt Kelso and of every way that Jackie had hurt him. The pain was unbelievable. Hyde never knew a person could feel this way. Why would anyone want to be in love if this kind of hurt could happen?

The rage he’d built on the ride home mellowed as he crossed over the Point Place city limits. The anger that normally kept his other emotions in check faded, leaving an empty ache in his chest. For the first time since Bud left when he was a kid, Hyde felt like crying. He choked back the welling tears and remembered his Zen.

He tiptoed across the kitchen, glad it was late and everyone was in bed. The last thing he needed now was to hear Mrs. Forman tell him how sorry she was or listen to Donna lament about how much she would miss Forman. Hyde was too tired to deal with his friends—no matter how well-meaning they were. He crept down to his room, and slumping onto his cot, buried his face in his hands. He sighed. Every inch of his body hurt from the tension winding him into a tight knot. Read more…

Girl Genius fic: Blast From the Past

Tarvek is settling into another semester of university when he runs into someone from his past he thought he never wanted to see again. Now he’s not quite sure. Written for Day 2 of Girl Genius Week 2018 on tumblr.
841 words | [PG]

Tarvek slid into a seat in the back corner of his favorite cafe near the university campus. The position gave him a view of the entire cafe and street beyond the large front window, leaving no avenue for ambitious assassins to sneak up on him. He’d spent the time between semesters stuck in Sturmhalten playing politics. His father thought it necessary for Tarvek to stay visible to keep the Fifty Families in line. The only think politicking ever did for Tarvek was raise his blood pressure and paranoia.

Sipping his espresso, Tarvek leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh then opened the morning paper with a flick of his wrist. He’d barely finished with the headlines—Student Saves Three in University Lab Explosionwhen the door slammed open with a cheer from a crowd gathered outside. He frowned, trying to focus on the front page, but the crowd grew more enthused by the second. Finally, they tumbled into the cafe while other patrons scrambled out of the way lest they get crushed in the chaos.

Someone bumped into his table sloshing espresso over the newspaper. Terrific. Tarvek blotted the coffee with his napkin, but the ink was already running. Not how he wanted to start his return to school after an intolerably boring and aggravating holiday. The mob continued to grow and chant, crowding into the small cafe. Tarvek peered through the throngs to whoever was commanding the center of attention. Read more…

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