#sneaking a fic into the end of September HAHA

[umbry-fic]

Time, Ever Passing

Summary: Yoshi Nanase, and the endless passage of time.

Fandom: 1bitHeart Characters: Nanase "Nanashi" Yoshi Rating: G Word Count: 1825 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 29/09/2024

Notes+Warnings: Spoilers for the game! This is a short piece with a non-linear narrative and copious amounts of river of time references.

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Nanashi had never been fully aware of the ability he'd been born with. Viewing the world as a series of numbers that could be cracked through some quick calculations had always been the norm for him. He had no reason to believe that others were different, that the lens that was permanently slid over his vision did not exist for everyone else.

It made him quieter, for he didn’t see the need for conversation when he could glean information at a single glance. Perhaps it was a little off-putting to others, even to his parents, but he didn't see anything wrong with that. That was simply his world. Thus he continued to grow, consuming information at an increasingly rapid pace as he swam eagerly down the river of time, keeping pace with the gentle current.

The first time he realised that he was considered abnormal, that this gift he had taken for granted could do harm just as easily as it could go good, was on his seventh birthday.

At that age, he'd only had one friend, the others not wanting to bother with the quiet child who stared at them for minutes on end. A friend whose name he could no longer recall. (A lie for he never forgot anything, every single scrap of knowledge burrowing into the corners of his mind, but he'd buried that name under years and years of regrets.)

“Nanase! Will you come with me?” His friend had grinned, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they'd taken his hand with no hesitation, as only children could.

“To the surprise birthday party!” he’d said without a second thought, grinning as well. The image of the cake floating in his friend’s mind seemed delicious, and his mouth had already begun to water.

To his utter shock, his friend did not respond with a cheer. Instead, tears started welling up in their eyes. “I… I spent so long preparing, and you…”

They fled, then, leaving Nanase alone in the hallway, unable to comprehend what had just happened, something uncomfortable squirming in his stomach.

By the next day, he thought it would have blown over, that it was all just a misunderstanding and they could return to being friends. But they never looked his way again.

(It was only years later that he would understand that he had ruined the surprise, that they must have thought he'd known all along and yet continued to let them make a fool of themselves. After they'd both grown up, perhaps they would be able to laugh about it. But at such a young age, everything just seemed bigger.

That was true of him, too, considering the memory never left him. A stone permanently dropped in the river, carried along by the rapids.)

~~~

Nanashi blinked at the girl patiently standing on his doorstep, face as serious as ever, hands primly folded before her.

“Come on in, Misane,” he mumbled, ushering her in. After the first few times that she'd turned up without prior notice in front of his door, he'd started keeping the living room clean, finally clearing all the detritus that had piled up over the months of working on his secret project.

He still didn't understand why she was here. Sure, she had trouble connecting with others as well due to her somewhat cold countenance, but nowhere near the extent he did. Surely she must have realised that no matter how kind he acted, it couldn’t cover up how odd and disgusting he was. But she was still here.

She was still here.

“How's the time machine going?” she asked after a few rounds of easy conversation. His lips twitched at the faint blush that dusted her cheeks as he retrieved her emptied cup and turned away.

“Good,” he answered, pouring her a new cup of tea. “Should be complete within the next two weeks.”

Her crush on him wasn't hard to pick up, no matter how she tried to obscure it. It was funny, thinking that anyone could have feelings for him, especially a girl 8 years his junior. But it's not like he could blame her.

Love was an irrational emotion, even if it could also be translated into numbers. It interrupted regular sequences and threw wrenches into his calculations that he had to take time to untangle. If he had been younger, his heart just a little lighter, he might have returned these irrational feelings of hers.

Now, he could only think that it was the one thing keeping her in his life, anchored to his stagnant passage along a river that had started to dry up.

~~~

Nanashi tried. To be a better friend, a better person, someone who people would want to talk to. As the years passed and he shot up in height, he did his best, practising speeches in front of the mirror and shoving away anything that could be considered off-putting.

But, inevitably, he would slip, falling back on the numbers that ran effortlessly below his fingertips. And his friends would recoil and pull away, until he was left all alone again.

There came a day when he simply chose to give up, dropping out of school and secluding himself in his apartment. It's not like anyone would miss him. And this way, he didn’t need to watch his every word to avoid stepping on a minefield. This way, he couldn't hurt anyone.

And it wasn't all bad. An estranged cousin barged into his life, heralding hot chocolate that warmed the tongue and quieted his errant thoughts, together with a listening ear that was always there for him.

Drifting aimlessly down the river… He couldn't call it lonely.

~~~

Nanashi hadn't been expecting to see Misane here, in the past. Puppy love was one thing, but the dedication to follow him through a machine that he had no guarantees worked was something else.

He couldn't understand it, not at all.

So he smiled blandly at her, glad when she deflected the question he was expecting her to ask, shying away from the truth without any input from him.

It was bizarre, watching her interact with his past self. A past self that he remembered from years of loneliness that never abated, a time when he'd shut out everyone else and thrown himself into working on the Master Program in a bid to do some good with the ability he had.

Perhaps, at this age, he mused, he could have fallen in love with her. And perhaps that could have changed the trajectory of his life.

But he’d already changed it, by being here in the first place. The future he came from had already been destroyed, rended to nothing by his own hands. Treating his past self with kindness, not wishing to add to the abject fear and loneliness that had clung to his back during this time, even though the one he hated most was -

There was nothing much else he could do but continue on towards his goal, watching with careful eyes as the river split around a fork that had not been there before.

~~~

At some point, he must have guessed that Mikado was his future self, for he couldn’t muster much shock when it was revealed. It made sense. Too much sense.

He could see himself turn into Mikado as the deceptively peaceful water eroded his spirit and dulled his hope even further. Doing everything that Mikado had done, for the sake of fulfilling a dream he'd nurtured for so long, to finally do something good. All of that was not surprising.

What did surprise him was the spark of warmth that had lit in his heart over the past week. Talking to others, learning about them, making friends… They were all things he never thought he would be able to do again, and it made him feel as if he was cradling a bright star in his hands - a fragile hope, with a light that could still be extinguished if he did not care for it.

Even a freak like him could be warm in this world.

The spark ignited into a small flame when Misane embraced him outside the control room, sobbing.

Telling her not to care, not to worry… That was only what he'd deluded himself into believing. All along, he'd been selfish. All he’d ever wanted to be loved. And he’d found people who would love him for who he was, so long as he himself continued to make an effort to reach out to them.

He could see himself doing all that Mikado had done. But he no longer had a desire to.

And so it was simple enough to tell Mikado to stop. He knew how he processed his own thoughts, and they weren't quite that different yet.

Mikado wouldn't understand why he was doing this, but he would stop. And so he did, departing with Misane as quickly as they had arrived, leaving the apartment more empty and quiet than it had been before.

The thought that Mikado would never understand made him unbearably sad, but he knew the sharp emotion would fade with time, though he refused to let go of it. The future that had once been set in stone would no longer come to be - the river’s course had been permanently diverted as it ran down a hill, and it could never flow back up it. And he would work as hard as he could to protect the one that Misane had gifted him.

Waiting, waiting…

~~~

Years passed. He fell out of love with a girl he had known for a week, knowing he would see her again and truly be able to get to know her this time. He broke his heart multiple times, but kept going. Time would pass, and the scars would fade.

Working on the new Master Program, he met Misane’s father, who rarely talked about her, but did enough to reassure him that she still existed in this altered timeline. His own memories wavered sometimes, her hazy image dissipating completely. He would grasp onto the wisps with all of his might, slowly piecing them back together with more and more pieces missing each time.

Perhaps she wouldn't remember him at all, those memories of a bygone time completely erased by her own impulsive actions. But even then, he would simply smile, greet her cheerfully, and keep moving forward. Time would pass, and one day, he would no longer feel the pain. There were so many open arms where he could seek comfort now, explaining the emotions tumbling through his heart regardless of the obscured truth.

On a clear, sunny day, eight years after a girl with blue hair turned up in his futon, he sat down on a bench in a park, smoothing his pants out and uncrinkling the well-worn letter in his lap.

In the distance, a familiar face approached.

He smiled.

“Nice to see you again, Misane!”

[xocasper]

idea 1- envisioned it with mikey or ray but could be anyone. slightly similar to holy, holy unfortunately but its been living in my head since september and i have to share it anyway. so basically the reader is in the band and theyre going to an awards show and theyre up for an award, but at some point during the program they sneak off to like a bathroom or smth and fuck, BUT THE TWIST is that someone comes around looking for them because the award is being announced in like idk. five minutes? (ignore the fact that i have like a time constraint kink and this is an incredibly self indulgent idea SHDBDHDB) so anyways they end up making it back to their seats in time and they get the award, end of fic. im envisioning definitely some mention of or snarky/possessive/degrading comment about the reader going up on stage (aka on national television) with his cum inside them OH MY FUCKING GOD I CANT BELIEVE I JUST FUCKING WROTE THAT my blog title is getting truer with every word. anyways 😭 like i said i would be happy to try and write it if it doesnt pique your interest but i just wanted to put it out there.

(other idea coming in a separate ask so i dont get deleted again HAHA, i thought i had four total ideas but one is too angsty and one is too basic/cliche so im just gonna send you my two favs)

AHHHHH I HAD THIS EXACT IDEA?? LIKE SITTING IN THE CORNER OF MY MIND??? absolutely. 100%. also the possessive comment part? creamin my jeans!!! you KNOW how i feel about that shit. definition cumslut i apologize

[madmaenad]

Meta on Sun Xiang & Qiu Fei’s Relationship

So the other day, Wack from the TKA discord mentioned in passing how Qiu Fei and Sun Xiang are like two ships passing in the night. The image stuck with me because it’s both poetic and accurate: two people occupying the same space, but heading in opposite directions, and never managing to stand on the same ground.

It’s notable that in a novel the size of TKA, the two almost never interact. In fact, there are only two examples of SX & QF speaking to each other outside of Glory in the entire novel. BB just didn’t fill in the rest, as he does, but what we have is consistent. I think it’s worth looking closely at their connection, because the novel very obviously sets these two characters up as foils of one another: Sun Xiang as the light, and Qiu Fei as his shadow. QF and SX are teammates who have several things in common (young Battlemages connected to Ye Xiu who have been trained to work together) - things that should draw the two together - but end up serving as a backdrop to the ways they are opposites. 

Let’s start with QF and SX’s very first interaction on page. Context: SMC has just given EE a magnificent chewing out about how all their worrying about YX is pointless, because YX seeks nothing but victory and EE is just another opponent to him. 

“Su Mucheng got up and left the conference room.

The room was completely silent. Just when everyone was wondering how long this silence would last, someone finally broke it. Someone stood up.

"I’ll be going to practice."

Qiu Fei.

This rookie had only just been promoted from the training camp this season. To think he dared to speak out against the Club’s manager. "I’ll be going to practice." By saying that, it meant he agreed with Su Mucheng.　

Ignoring everyone else’s gaze towards him, Qiu Fei left the conference room. The remaining people looked at one another, occasionally sneaking a glance at Cui Li.

This time, their captain Sun Xiang spoke up: "Haha, that child. He’s really got a personality. How interesting."

F*ck! Everyone slapped their forehead. Bro, I think you’re misreading the issue here. (885)”

The dynamic established here of ‘SX misreading QF’ is consistent all the way to the end of the Challenger League. QF has just made an extremely symbolic gesture of support for SMC, YX, and YX’s ideals of pursuing victory without distraction. All of that meaning completely flies over SX’s head. His reading of the situation is pure, shallow surface meaning only. His reaction is an abrupt change of emotional tone, and helps draw a dividing line between the two characters from the very beginning. It also highlights the different maturity levels between the two characters (The very next line is the famous “It wasn’t Xiao Shiqin’s first time witnessing Sun Xiang’s stupidity,” btw XD).

Additionally, we can read the line about SX finding QF interesting as a suggestion that SX didn’t think QF was interesting before now. We don’t know when QF became his shadow, but this scene happens in December and QF has been on the team since August/September. The options I see here are either A. the two hadn’t interacted much B. They interacted but SX just didn’t know QF well. 

In our next interaction, QF has just lost his match to YX in the Challenger League group round:

"You played well." Sun Xiang actually acted like a captain for once and comforted Qiu Fei, who was returning to the bench. Qiu Fei smiled, but didn't say anything before returning to his seat, but his gaze was aimed at Excellent Era's competition booth. On the field, they didn't have any way to communicate with words. Everything was based on their mechanics, attacks, defense, movement, and dodges. In this match, Qiu Fei had given it his all, but still lost. However, there would always be defeat in competition. He might've lost this time, but next time he'd win for certain, no matter who he was up against.

After giving his encouragement to one of their players, he casually glanced towards Happy and suddenly raised his voice. "It's just a shame that you left a Ye Qiu with only half his health for me. Even if I win, there will be no honor in it! (1016)”

Again, SX completely misreads the situation. QF doesn’t need to be comforted. At all. The following narration makes that clear - QF is already looking toward his next match. The mismatched emotional tone here between QF’s state and SX’s reply even makes me cringe a little bit. Like his mentor YX (who SX has just disparaged), QF is thinking about victory, but SX is thinking about honor. Their priorities are completely different - QF & SX aren’t on the same wavelength at all. Even after SX has trained together with QF as his shadow for months, he doesn’t seem to know QF’s personality. Based on this interaction, I’d find it difficult to believe the two of them are close. 

Next, let’s take a look at their in-game exchanges during the Challenger League Finals and what they say about SX & QF’s partnership as light & shadow.

“It was easy to think of what Sun Xiang was feeling like after being played around like that. He had been preparing to show his superiority over Ye Xiu in this team competition. Not yelling at Qiu Fei to move to the side was already a huge improvement for him. (1039)”

I bring up this quote because it means that SX has previously yelled at QF...who’s supposed to be his shadow and whose entire job is to help him. And not doing so is a ‘huge’ improvement. 

I don’t intend this as ‘SX was mean to QF.’ Pre character development SX would probably yell at any of his teammates. It’s just especially ‘ouch’ because QF’s entire job is to stick by SX’s side and coordinate with OAL. 

Okay, next quote.

“In the end, Sun Xiang was forced to retreat and leapt backwards twice to just barely dodge the attack. However, Soft Mist wasn't done yet. She was just about to execute her next attack. However, Qiu Fei's Combat Style attacked from the flank, stopping Soft Mist from continuing her assault.

From an outsider's point of view, it was a very normal assistance from a teammate, but in Sun Xiang's eyes, it was disgraceful! Just Soft Mist alone had forced him to require Qiu Fei's assistance? (1040)

QF is supposed to be SX’s helper, but SX thinks being helped is disgraceful. The narrative even calls this out as unreasonable. When one half of a partnership rejects the other person’s help, that is not a strong or stable partnership. 

Here’s one more:

“Sun Xiang had originally planned on continuing to attack Soft Mist, but then saw Combat Form force her back. Annoyance flickered in his heart as he had One Autumn Leaf chase after her, but after the first step, he suddenly remembered that rescuing their healer should be their priority. He immediately turned around and headed towards Woven Shadow. As for Qiu Fei's Combat Form? He just quietly followed alongside One Autumn Leaf. Only a professional's eyes would have been able to see the significance of that Rising Dragon Soars the Sky. (1041)

Once again, QF acts exactly as a shadow ought to by covering SX’s mistakes, and it just makes SX annoyed with him. I’d like to pause here to remind you that QF’s dream was always to stand beside One Autumn Leaf and seek victory side by side with YX. As OAL’s shadow, technically he’s achieved a piece of that dream. But SX’s reactions here are a rejection of QF as his shadow. SX doesn’t want a partner, SX wants individual glory. 

How ironic, that QF should gain what he hoped for and be cruelly denied it at the same time.

If you’d like an extra bit of pain, I’ll remind you that QF is both perceptive and thoughtful. It isn’t unreasonable at all to believe that QF sensed SX’s attitude toward his help. :)

I’ll end with one last quote:

“Sun Xiang turned his view with this attack. What he saw caused him to charge over like he had gone crazy, trying to use his own body to block the three Anti-Tank Missiles.

But it was too late. Everything was too late. Lord Grim didn't just send out Anti-Tank Missiles. A grenade had also rolled over, across the ground.

Combat Form, Qiu Fei's Combat Form had run out of health.

The shadow that had been with him the whole way, helping him. In truth, Sun Xiang hadn't thought that he was very important, but in that moment, he truly wished to save Combat Form from death, willing, even, to use his own character, One Autumn Leaf, to shield his shadow from death.

But it was all too late. Engulfed by the light of the explosion, Combat Form could no longer escape and his health fell to zero. Combat Form, he had fallen.

AAAAAHHHHHH!

In the player booth, no one could hear how Sun Xiang had screamed. (1051)”

At the very end, SX realizes QF’s value. But it’s too late, both for the match and for his partnership with QF. SX transfers soon afterward and doesn’t get a chance to fix his mistakes.

I have to wonder - did SX’s belief that having a shadow wasn’t important transfer over into a belief that QF also wasn’t very important? Is this why SX doesn’t seem to know much about QF?

That’s the last we see of the two characters interacting, but I’ll point out that SX earns best partners with ZZK the very next season. Is that SX learning from his mistakes and throwing himself into becoming the best possible partner he could be? I’d like to think so. 

How does this dynamic play out when QF returns to the Alliance with EE? SX, older and wiser and aware how badly he failed QF...come on guys where’s the fic

[aiviloti]

my 2020 fic writer wrap-up!!

this is going to be incredibly long (a total of 1.1k lmao) so imma put a cut here, but basically thank you for being here all throughout my 2020! i appreciate you all very much <3

fav kind of fic to write:

i love writing about mutual pining slow burn process of getting together but i have NEVER WRITTEN ONE IN MY LIFE so i hope to change that in 2021

in 2020 i discovered??? humour??? so i enjoy writing about that and when people tell me i’ve succeeded in making them laugh it’s all 😳😳😳 for me

hardest fic to write but also most proud of:

to write you a song was a fic i struggled with from all of april to june which is very long?? to me??? considering i usually sit down and write things in one seating. fully fleshed ideas don’t usually take me thaaaaaat long to crunch out, but for some reason i struggled bad with this bc I really didn’t know where i was going w it lol

LA LA LAND gets an honorary mention of it’s own simply because it was 44k, and it took me all of july-september, but it’s something i still am proud of! to show how difficult it was to write/plot here’s the spreadsheet i had to use to keep track of the scenes and the chapters djkgfsjdfkjhgd

Shout out to kiroiimye , sweet , sirius and krypt for keeping my sanity intact

easiest fic to write:

this genshin impact fic: The Land Favoured by the Wind but its because ive been thinking about this idea for more than a month lol so the actual writing and editing took me less than 3 hours

there were several others too, bc ideas then to hook themselves to me then refuse to let go fjshlfgdfsg

fav fic to write:

Most definitely this sakuatsu monstrosity here by the name of Miya Atsumu's unwavering love for Sakusa Kiyoomi and an unholy amount of terrible food analogies that should not have the right to Exist lol, I only came up with the idea of Atsumu asking Osamu how to make friends bc I was friendship pining for someone at the time and then proceeded to write the entirety of it in a feverish daze! It’s as of rn my top hit / kudoed / bookmarked fic on ao3 and man, thanks for liking this as much as i did :’D

writing sequence:

i have to write from start to finish lmao i cant move on if the fic isnt chronological? the only exception was la la land bc it was too long and i had help from the spreadsheet so i alr knew where i was going i just had to write it down dfhdsfksfksdfhjg

deleting works:

the only fics i remember deleting are both first chapters of a multichap, bc i dont like having unfinished pieces on ao3, and far less if im not sure if ill finish them/if i dont know where im going w it!

if it’s dark history of shit 15 year old me wrote imma keep it there! it is an archive after all. go on, judge my fics from 5 years ago ahahahaha

best writing advice:

not a general thing and might just apply tome, but i tend to write in very convoluted ways and squish a lot in my sentences, or add to many unnecessary commas, so i received advice recently about being more mindful of the pacing and it’s helped me a lot!

worst writing advice:

none at the top of my head djgfkdsjfh if it’s bs to me i just forget it entirelyyyy

collab:

@actuallyasweetpotato​ (also aforementioned sweet) and i did a thing for bokuaka week!!!! you can find it here:  under my breath and into your scarf

wips:

9 unfinished zine pieces, 3 commissions, 1 exchange piece, about 10 or so other things

fav story of another writer:

favourite things 

manly man falls for manliest man krbk fic!!!

gently, like a winter wind iwaoi birthday fic

sunchaser krbk fic

JUNO atsuhina fic

best review:

dude i cried

and shoutout to tien , sirius for fan art, fan comics, fan animatics of fics ive written, and shoutout to akemiiiii for this song they wrote i am eternaally grateful

worst review:

no negativity today!

prequel/sequel to other people’s fics:

none at the top of my head hm, but if anything probably any of kiro skk stuff 

do i reread my stuff:

yes, but only if they’re old enough for me to go “it’s okay even if i dont like it bc this is old”

published:

hopefully! even though i do take part in zines and i guess they already have been published in a broad sense

fav/least fav chara to write:

no one at the top of my head! it’s instinctive for me to go ahead and think about character motives whenever i come across them, so if i ever write about someone, i usually just put my spin/interpretation of a character in a way that i can comprehend. the pros of this is i can write about many people, and the downside is that these characterisations can come off as out of character to anyone who doesn’t agree w me hehe

deadlines or goals:

if it’s a oneshot that’s under 3k i usually aim to have it done within 24 hours of beginning the fic. even tho i rarely succeed, having that as a goal usually pushes me to get it done faster than i would have if i had no goal altogether! if it’s anything long i aim for 1k a day, tho rn all my deadlines are zine deadlines and on top of that there’s uni, so to say im not stressing about writing would be a lie LOL

fav writers: (am too shy to tag but i swear these people are literal gods)

chonideno (mag): tumblr | twitter | ao3

batman (teesta): twitter | ao3

maplefudge (raei): tumblr | twitter | ao3

trope never written, would like to try:

aforementioned SLOWBURN MUTUAL PINING ANGST W A HAPPY ENDING GETTING TOGETHER!!!

but also royalty au

trope you will never write:

haha loads

how long have you been a writer:

began writing around may of 2014!! it was a horrible piece but im glad i started somewhere

influences:

chonideno/mag is one! maggie stiefvater who wrote the raven boys is also one, among many others

hardest part of writing: 

writing action? writing things that are happening right now, describing people talking, eating

easiest part of writing:

descriptions of people, places, feelings. internal monologues, the like

best part of writing:

sharing how i perceive the world w other people, and discovering other people agree

wip sneak peek:

cw: hanahaki, falling out of love

this was written in a friend’s dms lmao this is why i sound like this

something unique i bring to all my stories

i had a revelation the other day after talking to all my friends and realised i have really pretentious titles

IF YOU’RE HERE

did you know the wc of this thing is 1k words? idk why you stuck through all of that but thank you. i’ll keep writing in 2021, and all the years after that, and i hope i’ll find you doing things you love too :)

[cssns]

Hello again, everyone! Please help me welcome @cocohook38 back to the CSSNS!!!

Tumblr Name 

@cocohook38​

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom? 

Must be something like august 2013? I eat the 2 first seasons in september and was very quick to catch the season 3 live train haha

When did you start shipping Captain Swan? 

Right after that hell of a "one-time-kiss" from Neverland. That was the entrance of that deep deep CS hole heehee

What drew you to this event? 

You put supernatural theme with CS. You got your way inside my heart ;p

What inspired your topic? 

Well for this year, I decided to role reversal and take my keyboard instead of the pen! I had that dream from ages ago and I always wanted to do something with it but never found the courage before. And after I really started writting, I wasn't confident enough to do a big cs ff just like that. So now, here we go! I'll try my best to write that CS-werewolf-divergence fic for that amazing event!

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below. 

Mmmh well let's say that in the writing cauldron I'm going to throw, a dash of memory lost spell, slow cooking werewolf curse, a spark of dark one, 2 cup of mood change...okay make it 4cups , a poor pirate (sorry Killian, one day I'll write again just fluff for your sore body), an amazing bro and a mama bear aaand ofc some TrueLove spice

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event? 

Well as it's a new adventure on the other side, I'm verry excited to see how it'll goes and lucky for me I've been assigned to two amzing mates that I really appreciate and I can't wait to work with these two (a big plus being I'm going to spend several days with one of them so this is going to being excellent heehee)!! And really hoping I'll make it to the end in one piece haha *grabs a few lucky charms just in case* I am one of the mates she talked about, and let me tell you, as much as I love Jules artwork, her fic is absolutely AWESOME!!!! I can’t wait for August 26 to get here so she can share it with all the fandom!!! Everyone go welcome her back to the event and give her lots of love!!!

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Fanfic Author Challenge

The challenge is to post segments from 4 of your favorite fics you have written. They can be as long or as short as you wish, and you may provide the readers with some insight on why you chose this fragment.

I was tagged by the lovely @darknightfrombeyond! This was fun but also super hard because if there’s one thing I am it’s down on my own writing haha!

#1 - Homecoming - Riverdale

Noelle’s arms were heavy with multiple copies of the homework assignments they’d been handed over the course of the day. The soles of her Doc Marten boots scuffed against the sidewalk as she made her way out of the high school campus, her bag bumped against her back and her eyes squinted through the low sun.

A noise startled her and she glanced to her right to see a car pull up alongside where she was walking “Listen creep,” she began, a smile coming to her face when she finally turned around to see that it was a familiar truck and Fangs was grinning to her from the driver’s seat “Ah I’ve got plenty of homework here for you,” she said with a smirk as he leaned over to open up the door for her “I said you were home, sick.”

“You didn’t have to say anything,” he said looking to her from the corner of his eye as his mouth curled up into a smile “What did I come down with?”

“The flu,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders as she leaned forward to sort out the music situation, flipping through the radio stations until she landed on one suitable for her taste “Be glad your not ‘explosive stomach bug’ Sweet Pea,” she continued with a wicked grin.

#2 - September First - HP (Marauders Era)

“T-there’s a party?”

The voice brought back the mixture of heat and chill as soon as it registered in her brain. It was a voice she knew almost as well as one of her friends’, a voice she had heard many a time during her friendship with Sirius “Regulus?” her tone was questioning as she glanced up; Sirius’s younger brother stared back to her with a wide eyed gaze.

Effortlessly handsome, though in a different and less obvious manner to his elder brother, Regulus was the apple of Walburga’s eye. Sorted into Slytherin and too much of a mummy’s boy to go against any of his parents’ wishes and beliefs he was the perfect son in their eyes and the worst brother in the world to Sirius.

“You’re looking pale,” Daxia observed, speaking without thinking and immediately regretting it. In the early years of her and Sirius’s friendship Regulus was still at an age that found the concept of being sorted into Gryffindor a thing which didn’t matter. He’d worshipped his elder brother, watching on as Sirius went about his business. Sneaking him food when their mother decided he didn’t deserve any, sitting outside his elder brother’s bedroom door wishing things were different…

All the things Sirius had found weird and irritating about his younger brother Daxia had found both heartbreaking and adorable.

((listen Regulus breaks my heart and so does his relationship with Dax))

#3 - Dancing With Fire - Original

She wanted to dig her heels into the floor, wanted to turn on her heel and run, needed to grab her phone from her bag to call Rae…

“Heyyyy here she is!”

Instead she was being gathered up into Kai’s arms, rocked from side to side as his alcohol tinted breath was pressed into a kiss on her cheek. She could hear her friends calling questions her way and the mixed feelings bubbling in her stomach threatened to rise up “What are you doing here?” she asked in a whisper, attempting to keep her voice steady, as she gripped onto his arms and pushed him away from her.

A lopsided, dopey, grin came to his face as he spread his arms and looked around the people crowding them “I’m having fun!” he exclaimed swaying slightly on the spot.

She opened her mouth, so many words wanting to make their way out, but ended up sighing loudly and shaking her head “You know you can’t be here Kai!” was all she could manage, her fingers balling into tight fists as he waved her away. Holding her hands up and shaking her head she backed up away from him “I’m calling Rae.”

“You do that!”

A loud groan left her lips as she reached up to rub her hands down her face. She wasn’t used to things like this, she barely went to parties at all let alone be left dealing with an alcoholic celebrity rebelling against his management.

((Definitely the turning point for Beth and Kai))

#4 - Always and Forever - The Originals

“Briar?” the two of them glanced up, Briar extinguishing her flames, at the sound of Ava’s voice “Have you brought a visitor?” she asked as she padded through to the open plan hall, living room and kitchen from one of the back rooms “I didn’t think you trus- oh,” she said as she came to a stop and looked up from the book she was carrying “Elijah.”

“I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” he said as he took in the appearance of the redheaded vampire stood before him. She was wearing a black onesie, her hair piled up on the top of her head in a messy bun and a haunted look stuck on her face along with dark bags beneath her eyes.

She seemed to be frozen to the spot for a few moments, her eyes watery and her lips pursed before she shook her head gently and took in a deep breath “Has Briar offered you a drink?” she asked placing her book down on one of the small tables on either side of the blanket covered sofa and headed for the kitchen. Elijah couldn’t help but notice her native British accent had began to show through now she was closer to home than Mystic Falls and away from her other American friends “We cater for all tastes,” she called over her shoulder “Tea? Coffee? Diet Coke? Glass of O Neg?” she asked as she straightened up, holding a blood bag in her hand “Briar frowns upon drinking from the vein.”

“No,” Briar said in a slow tone as she made her way over and took the blood from Ava’s grasp “I frown upon those of us who can’t control ourselves drinking from the vein.”

#5 - The Forgotten - Teen Wolf

Letting out a frustrated sigh Stiles reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose “Okay, did you not just see that?”

“See what?”

“The horses, the hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes?” he asked flailing his arms over to where they had all just been stood watching the Ghost Riders drop someone off. Turning away from Peter he raised his voice as he called “I'm sorry, did anyone just see that?”

“I did.”

Stiles allowed his arms to fall to his side at the sound of a new voice, a female voice that stirred up some recognition inside him as he turned to face where it had come from “I’m sorry who-” he cut himself off as he slowly took a step toward where she was standing. She looked a little battered; her long dark hair ruffled and her skin ashen, her dark eyes were sunken slightly and her clothes looked dusty but he couldn’t help but smile as he ran to her “Perrie?”

“You remember me?” she asked breathlessly as he threw his arms around her and pulled her tightly into his chest. Leaning her head against his t-shirt she closed her eyes and gripped at the fabric “You remember me.”

I tag - @isaaclahys @whindsor @cassercole @thetenthdoctorscompanion @starcrossedjedis @veroinnumera @ceruleanmusings @purple-and-red-ribbons and any one else who wants to do this!!

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Speak Now - Bucky Barnes (AU)

Request: Do you do any song fics? If you do, could you please do a Bucky Barnes fanfic with Speak now or Angel with a shotgun with a college/roomate Bucky??

Summary: based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift (i suck at descriptions as you know so imma leave it at that just read it)

Warnings: lil bit of angst, wedding crashing, some fluffy at the end ;)

Word Count: 2769 (7.6 pages)

Date: September 26th, 2018

A/N: YES!! I DO TAKE SONG FIC REQUESTS. I actaully love them to be honest. SO feel free to send some. Sorry I haven’t been updating and thanks for being patient with me school just started a few weeks ago and that’s always shot haha yay. But I’m back on track! Hope you guys like (Also one of my older imagines but it’s not too bad I guess haha)

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

Bucky Barnes has been my best friend since sophomore year in high school. We met at Phys Ed, where I had surprisingly outrun him, which almost never happened. It was bound to be ever since. 

In recent years I had even begun to develop a crush on the long-haired man, well, at least it was at first just innocent. I didn’t even realise I was falling until I hit my head hard on the ground. What would cause such an awakening, you might ask? 

“He’s getting married,” Steve Rogers, our neighbour and Bucky’s roommate said, looking almost depressed about what should have been happy news. But how could anyone be happy? Especially with Carli Anne Johnson, the biggest princess bitch in town, in fact, maybe even the world. The bowl of ice cream you had in your hand was dropped out of pure shock, devastation, anger.

“H-h-he, w-what?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. You were never one to show any signs of weakness. “To that bitch?! I can’t even look at her without wanting to rip my eyeballs out. And he never even told me!” I started yelling, pulling at the strands of your Y/H/C hair. Steve nodded solemnly.

“I know, which is why I came here.” He said looking at you, grabbing your shoulders with his strong hands. “You can’t let him marry the wrong girl, we all know that it can’t be her he spends the rest of his life with, especially you.”

And that’s how I got here, about to crash my best friend’s wedding, and hopefully win him back. I couldn’t let him marry the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Steve helped me sneak inside the venue, Bucky had asked him to be his Best Man anyways. I see the giant hall at the end of the corridor, plastered in white ribbons, streamers, and other decoratives. There was an expensive looking velvet carpet with gold trimmings rolled down the aisle all the way up to the altar. I could see some of my fellow classmate’s and some of the football team, Bucky’s friends, sitting in the pews. On the other side of the grand hall, I could see the Johnson family, all dressed to the nine’s in beautiful pastel pinks, purples, blues, and yellows, while the men wore sharp black tuxes.

As I walk further down, I can hear screaming. I knew that voice. Actually, this yelling often occurred right in front of my face, targeted at me. Carli’s tan face would start to turn red, the colour not suiting very well with her perfectly curled platinum blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes. 

I peeked into the room to see the exact image I thought of playing out right in front of me. It was odd seeing it from a different angle. She was yelling at her little sister, Lizzy, who looked like a rose pink pastry. I felt awful for the young girl, to have such a monstrous being as a sibling. What did Bucky ever see in her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

“Stop being such a little shit, Elizabeth. Last I recalled today was my special day, not yours. I’m the one getting married, not you!” Carli screamed at the quivering girl, her spit flying into her face, the fat tears rolling down her face slightly smudging her makeup. “Not like anyone would ever want to marry you anyways. You’re not even that pretty.”

“But Carls, all I asked for is if you could help me with my hair and makeup since I figured you're the expert at this.” Lizzy reasoned, trying her best to look strong and stop crying. “I just wanted to spend some time with you! I never see you anymore!”

“Thank God,” Carli mumbled, though it was still clear as to what she had said. “I don’t even know how I survived with you for, like, ten years. I’m happy I’m getting away from all you losers. Now, why don’t you go and fix yourself up, you look like a trainwreck.” She stomped off to the attached door to the dressing room when she finished.

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say

I drag my eyes away from the young teenager and continue onto my path towards the grand hall where the ceremony will be held. My mind didn’t even process what I was doing, where I was going, the events about to happen. My nerves started to crash over me like a raging tidal wave. I was walking in the open, not stopping to think if anyone had seen me or are about to. Then I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me into a small room on the side.

I was about to scream but I felt a rough hand cover my mouth, muffling the sound. Dread rippled through my body as my eyes widened and breath hitched.  Oh no, I thought to myself. Please don’t let it be him, please don’t let it be Bucky. 

The hand was lifted when they were sure I wasn’t going to screech at the top of my lungs and turned me around. Thank God, it was Steve. He looked a bit worried, and a bit terrified.

“You okay? You were sort of dozed off, walking around there.” He said, scanning you over. “ You’re lucky I caught you before someone else did. I just wanted to check if you remembered the plan.” I nodded, staying silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said quietly, keeping my head down. “What if he really is happy with her? I would ruin his life.” Steve shook his head, shaking me.

“Have you seen him lately? A total mess, I’m telling you. Besides, I think he’s been dropping hints for a while now.” Steve encouraged me. “Why don’t we run through it?”

Don’t say yes, run away now

I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door

Don’t wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out, and they said Speak Now.

I went through a small speech I was supposed to give when I would barge in. I had so carefully written it to perfection, but now I could only remember bits and pieces. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this?!

I pretended as if Steve was Bucky and the crowd, but I couldn’t even say it in front of him, let alone like 500 other people. I told him where I planned to meet him if he did agree to run off with me, away from Carli, her stupid stuck up family, and apparently all the other troubles of the world.

I couldn’t let him say yes though. Although I would never admit it aloud, I realised the way Bucky had looked when she popped out of nowhere and stole him away from us for the rest of the day. If I let this ceremony go through, she’ll steal him away for the rest of our goddamn lives.

It’d hurt me too, seeing him run off with the girl he never loved. Not just because of my constantly growing feelings towards him, but that’s also the protective best friend side coming out of me. I couldn’t stand him not being happy, and living the rest of his sorry days with that thing.

Somewhere deep down, I hoped knew that it was supposed to be me up there in the flowing white gown and veil standing in front of him, a big smile adorned on my face as well as his. And he knew the exact same thing, pondering it just minutes before he got married off, but to the wrong girl.

Fun gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited be you lovely bride to be

I hear excited whispered conversations that are soon cut off by the earth-rattling sound of the giant organ playing. The tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ was smoothly played out, as the small voices were silenced. The tune sounded depressing as if it were a funeral instead of a wedding.

Everyone turned their head to the back of the room, where I was standing just moments ago. I had hopped behind a velvet curtain matching the roll of carpet down the aisle when I heard the first chord of the organ.

I got a good look at everyone’s faces who had attended. As it seemed, there were a lot more familiar faces than I had counted. Mostly everyone from our year, and even quite a few from the ones below and above us. Of course, I wasn’t one of those individuals. I hadn’t gotten an invitation.

I wasn’t even informed of the engagement. My best mate’s engagement.

I wondered then if she had forced him not to send an invitation to me, or if I had possibly even slipped their minds. It was almost 100% not the latter. Surely Bucky would’ve said something if he was free to say it. Right? 

I’m distracted by my thoughts as my eyes land on the said boy. His long black waves were gelled back, other than a thin strand that hung loosely at the side of his face. It looked much different than his usual ponytail. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a black button up underneath and a black bowtie. He had white pants to match his blazer, and shiny black loafers adorned on his feet.

But the most different thing about his look was the stern look on his face. He looked almost emotionless, not happy but not angry or disappointed either, it was nothingness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of him, his signature flashy grin was always plastered to his slightly chapped lips, it was always his best feature. Without it, he looked like a lost soul.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was, you wish it was me

Don’t you?

Right on queue, I heard the clicking of her six-inch heels, like she needed to be any taller anyways. Although I despised her more now that I ever did for the whole time I’ve known her, I can’t not say that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long, lacy white wedding gown dragged behind her for what seemed like miles, held by two of her bridesmaids at the end. her veil was laced, with small white flowers on the headpiece. Her white heels laced up to her knees, also covered in little flowers and butterflies. 

Although she was the devil in human form, I do see the reasoning as to looking past her ugly personality and to her beautiful exterior. In fact, there were many people who would accept her for just that. But not Bucky. Not my Bucky.

I looked at him, back up near the altar, and although I could tell he thought she did look stunning, that he felt guilty. Like he was thinking the same as me, imagining my face, my body, my persona in that flowing dress, those high heels, behind that veil.

She stepped up to stand in front of him, like any other normal wedding, when I noticed that she held the exact same expression as her fiancée. The nothingness. And then, the ceremony commenced.

I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace

There’s the silence there’s my last chance

I stand with shaking hands all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you

“If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says as he stands between the couple. Bucky looks around the room, almost hopeful that someone would stand up, but no one. Not yet anyway.

I look down at my hands, sweaty and shaking. I wipe them off on my lovely Y/F/C dress, and lightly grasp the soft material. I look up to see Steve looking back at me expectantly.

“This is your last chance!” He mouthed at me before winking and turning back to the front as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath, before standing up from my place.

“I object!” I stated loudly, everyone in the room freezes, before turning towards me. Every single pair of eyes stared me down, but I focused on only one thing, or more specifically, one person. James Buchanan Barnes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch!” Carli screamed, stomping her feet and her face turned redder than I’ve ever seen it before. “Get out of here! You weren’t invited! No one wants you here-”

“Shut up for once, will you?” Bucky snarled at her, but not breaking our eye contact. I could see the ghost of a smile starting to appear again.

“These two obviously aren’t now and never will be truly happy with each other, it just wasn't meant to be,” I said, as I slowly inched up the aisle. “And I’m here to make sure that Bucky Barnes doesn’t marry the wrong girl.”

“Thank God,” he mumbled with a slight laugh, only to get harshly hit in the stomach with a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Carli.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby? We’re perfect for each other, and everyone knows it.” She said after she dropped the flowers and started to rub his arm, only for him to shoo her off.

“Let’s be real here, Carls. It was never gonna happen, and it never should. You’ll find the perfect person for you one day, but let me tell you now that that person is definitely not me. Because me person is right here, in front of me. Y/N L/N.” Bucky said as he walked down the shallow steps towards you, his bright smile in full effect once again. I smiled back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don’t say yes run away now, I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the backdoor

Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now

And you’ll say let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the backdoor

Baby I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around when they said Speak Now

I met Bucky at the back of the church once he changed out of his suit and into his usual black jeans and a band tee. I quickly changed out of my dress as well. When he walked out he looked like he was glowing as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. I smiled and cuddled into his side as we started walking away from the chaos.

“I’m so happy you showed up. I didn’t know if Steve had told you or not about it. I was sort of planning this.” He says as we got into my slightly worn down car. I started it up and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned narrow road.

“I’m happy I did too, wouldn’t want you marrying someone like her. Don’t know what you were thinking.” I laughed and he soon joined in, nodding his head in agreement. After the laughter died down there was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, just sort of there. “So, what happens now?” I ask, looking at him for a quick moment. He smirked, putting his arm on the back of my seat, squeezing my shoulder.

“We run away together, we can continue our education somewhere else. You know, live happily ever after.” He said in a mocking quirky voice. I giggled.

“Sounds like a plan.”

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So Do I (Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader)

So do I (Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Nancy and the Reader have been friends for a long time, when Barb disappeared they got closer. They developed feelings for one another, although Nancy puts off breaking up with Steve. The Reader finally confronts Nancy at Tina’s big party.

Warnings/Triggers: The story revolves around a closeted relationship which could be triggering for some, I’m not sure how to go about tagging that so DM if you know. Slight swearing.

A/N: I’ve noticed there isn’t a lot of Nancy x Reader fics and I thought I’d make one for any LGBTQ+ fans of stranger things. I want everyone to feel represented and included, so feel free to request fics like that :) This one ends a little bittersweet, I usually tend to write sadder themed things unintentionally haha. Also I couldn’t help but picture the reader as Camila Cabello from her Havana video! I thought her “nerdy” characters outfits fit perfectly with stranger things.

Song I listened to while writing : Halsey - Strangers ft. Lauren Jauregui

You followed closely behind Nancy and Jonathan as you left the classroom. Tina, a notorious party thrower, handed you a bright orange flyer with “Come get sheet faced” written in bold black letters.

“Thanks” You murmured before running up to Nancy’s side.

She was busy convincing Jonathan to go to the party tonight, she hadn’t noticed you were even there.

“Nance?” You said, lightly touching her arm.

Nancy turned to give you a small smile before continuing to pester Jonathan. You let out a sigh, pushing the frame of your glasses back.

You scanned the flyer again, tracing the little ghost with your finger. You pondered the idea of going, even though it wasn’t really your scene.

“Are you going, y/n?” Jonathan asked, hoping you’d say no so he could prove to Nancy that he wasn’t the only one not going.

“Actually, um maybe.” you said looking up from the flyer. Nancy gave you a surprised but pleased look, her soft smile making your heart race.

Your conversation was interrupted by Steve Harrington as he scooped Nancy up in his arms and prompting the two into a mini make out session. Jonathan bowed out before things got too awkward for him, leaving you to third wheel yet again.

You cleared your throat, breaking the two apart. Nancy gave you a sympathetic look as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“See you later Nance.” was all you muttered, turning away to hide your tear brimmed eyes.

Music blared from Tina’s house, you sat in your car for a moment taking in the chaos of the drunk teens that ensued. You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, debating one last time if you were going to commit to this or not.

Then you saw her, you saw Nancy. Your Nancy.

She leaned on the porch railing, sipping from her red solo cup.

“You got this” you told yourself, giving your steering wheel a tap.

You made your way across the lawn, careful not to step in any piles of vomit. You realized you weren't dressed as anything, kind of forgetting the whole Halloween part of the party.

“Risky Business, right?” you commented gesturing to Nancy’s outfit. She perked up when she saw you.

“Yeah.” she said looking at you, then back to her cup. “Steve’s idea.”

You nodded, walking past her to look around the porch. Things changed between you two after Barb…vanished.

The Summer of ’84

“Thanks Mom, we’ll be up in my room.” Nancy called to her mother who had offered you two some snacks.

You stood infant of her vanity, pictured of you, Nancy and Barb covered the mirrors edges.

“I miss her.” You whispered, carefully touching one of the photos longingly. Nancy stood next to you leaning her head onto your shoulder.

“Me too.”

You placed the photo back in its spot, securing it with the thumbtack that held it in its place. You let out a sigh and flopped down onto Nancy’s bed.

“When did life get so complicated?” You asked staring up at the patterns on her ceiling.

Nancy flopped down next to you, mirroring your gaze. She stayed quiet for a moment, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

“I don’t know but I do know one thing,” she said, her mattress dipping slightly as she turned to face you.

You turned onto your side, staring back. Studying her face…studying her lips. “And whats that?”

“I know that all we have is each other now.” she softly spoke, her eyes glancing between your eyes and lips.

That was the first of many kisses and tender moments between you and your best friend that summer.

“So how are… things?” Nancy asked, guilt written all over her face.

You leaned against the railing, admiring the scenery.

“Besides being a third wheel for a month, things are okay.” You said sarcastically, taking a sip of whatever was in Nancy’s cup. “What are you doing here Nance?”

Nancy folded her arms across her chest, her back now against the railing looking down at you.

“Steve’s idea of being ‘normal teenagers’ for the night.” She said lowly, grabbing her cup and taking another swig.

“Why are you even with him Nancy? After what happened? I just…” you trailed off, straightening up.

“Don’t” Nancy interjected, “Don’t do this now…not here.”

“Then when Nancy? Don’t tell me that we aren't anything, don’t tell me that when you kiss me-“ you said running a hand through your hair in frustration. “that when you kiss me it doesn’t mean anything” you said fighting back tears.

Throughout September, Nancy would sneak in kisses with you between classes behind the school, or leave little notes in-between the pages of your text book. Then October came, she grew distant…cold.

“What do you want me to say?” she said in an angry tone, her eyebrows narrowed in a glare.

You looked at her for a second, your heartbreaking in your chest. You searched her eyes for an answer.

“You’re full of shit.” You scoffed, brushing past her and heading toward your car. A part of you died inside when Nancy didn't call after you.

“Y/N?” a voice called out to you, you jumped slightly as you were lost in thought.

You had pulled over in the side of the road, feet dangling off as you sat on the trunk of your car.

“What do you want, Harrington?” You spat, your voice filled with malice.

Steve had seen you sitting on the trunk of your car, thinking your car broke down he quickly pulled over to make sure you were able to get home safe.

You stared at your hands placed in your lap, wanting to avoid Steve’s gaze. The car bounced slightly as Steve lowered himself onto the trunk. Once he saw your tear stained cheeks he knew that car troubles were the least of your worries.

“Me and Nancy got into a fight.” Steve said, looking down the road. “She said I’m bullshit, our love is bullshit, oh and just about everything else is…wait for it…you guessed it, bullshit.” He added whilst shaking his hands theatrically in front of himself.

You let out a small laugh between your tears, finally facing Steve. You weren't the biggest fan of Mr Harrington, mainly due to your jealousy, but in the moment he didn’t seem so bad.

“We got in a fight too.” You finally said, uncomfortably grinding your teeth together. “I told her she was full of shit.”

Steve laughed lightly, leaning back onto his elbows. “I guess you inspired her.”

There was a silence between you two for a while, not an awkward one either, just…silence.

“I love her.” Steve whispered.

“So do I.” You whispered back, nervously looking over at him.

Steve looked shocked for a moment, but quickly softened when he looked at the sadness in your eyes. He sat up and wrapped his arm around you, he murmered about things getting better and that he would be here for you if you needed him.

You tilted you head, resting it on his shoulder.

“Why do the people we love, not love us back?” You chocked out.

“I’m not sure.” was all Steve could say, not knowing what else would make you feel any better.

- Let me know if you would like a part 2 of this or not! Thanks for reading.-

[thewollfgang]

i got really excited when i saw you are doing these prompts again, your fics are my fav haha! i haven’t sent you a prompt before so, since it’s christmas time maybe 11? or if it’s taken then 47 :) thank you, have a lovely day xx

well, it’s a bit past Christmas now, but hopefully this still works!

11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

Lucifer was new to Christmas the way the Decker household celebrated it. There were no scantily clad women with tinsel in fun places, just Chloe is a comfy looking sweater. There was no loud, blasting music, only the soft croon of a holiday playlist in the background. There was no free flowing liquor, unless you counted the spiked eggnog - which he did not.

Yet, here he sits, almost…enjoying himself. He’s rather disgruntled by the fact. Chloe plops down next to him on her sofa, slightly flushed with good cheer. “What’s with the frowny face, Mister Grinch?”

“How dare you,” he reproaches mildly. “And I don’t mind the holiday, if not for the root of it.”

“Oh, right,” Chloe says with exaggerated realization. “Cause it’s all about your brother?”

“What? No. Josh was born in September. But that’s exactly my point, Detective. This whole thing is contrived upon lies. The date was chosen so converted pagans wouldn’t have to give up their Sun worshiping holiday. If someone is worshipping the sun, I’d at least like to get proper credit, thank you. Not to mention the multitude of parental figures choosing to deceive their children today.” Lucifer harrumphs. 

“I know Santa isn’t real,” Trixie pipes up from where she and Dan are attempting to put together the dollhouse Lucifer had gifted.

“Good for you,” Lucifer retorts.

“Surely, it’s not that bad, being here with us,” Chloe says, something shadowed in her eyes.

“Not in the least,” Lucifer answers. “That seems rather the problem.” He folds his arms.

“It’s a problem that you’re enjoying yourself?” Chloe asks, trying to understand.

“Yes,” he insists. 

Maze hands him a drink, the sharp scent of cider emanating from the cup. “Quit complaining. We had to sit through far worse drivel back in Hell.” Then she moseys over to watch Dan struggle in amusement. 

There’s a candy cane sticking out of his mug. 

He grumpily takes a sip and feels the taste of apples and strong vodka break over his tongue. He looks up at Maze who smirks. Subsiding, he eventually grows rather warm and placid between the alcohol and Chloe’s presence at his side. 

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t voice a protest when the spawn insists on playing out in the snow. Chloe bundles him up in his coat, wraps his new scarf around his neck. He quite enjoys the way her fingers brush against his throat. Then Beatrice is gripping his hand and tugging him outside. 

It’s hardly enough snow to be worth the name, a few scant inches of powder that the child is overly enthused about. Chloe is bending down to mess with the white fluff and Lucifer takes a moment to enjoy the view.

“Hey, man.” Dan jostles him. “Be respectful.” 

“Apologies,” Lucifer replies, half-automatic only to read Dan’s shit-eating grin. Lucifer whirls around to see Chloe with a perfectly formed snowball clutched in her mitten.

“Detective,” Lucifer says in warning, taking a slow step backwards. An evil smile splits her face and she stalks forward. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, dammit!”

It breaks against his chest with a satisfying crunch. He stares down at the snow imprint left on his coat. “You’ve just made a grave mistake,” he informs her. They split into teams, he and Maze against the Decker-Espinozas.

Lucifer uses his higher body temperature to full use, turning snowballs into ice that he pelts Dan with while Maze ambushes Chloe with a sneak attack. Trixie shrieks with delight and switches teams last minute. 

The end result is declared a tie, but Lucifer and Maze smirk insufferably. 

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You’re Gonna Live Forever In Me (Part 2/4)

Prequel to Richie’s Eulogy

Official Cast

Part 1

A/N: Okay so, in this fic, Richie Is of hispanic and latin descent, speaks spanish fluently, and his full name is Ricardo Alonzo “Richie” Tozier. Why? Because I think the cast needs more cultural diversity and because I wrote this shit so I can do whatever the fuck I want. Haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Oh and his parents names are Margarita “Maggie” Tozier and Rogelio Alonzo Tozier. OMG this is so extra hahaha.

Sorry if this is shit. I am aware the pacing is weird. I am an amateur writer, so like cut me some mf slack, bruh. 

Summary: It’s senior year and Eddie has began to notice Richie exhibiting strange behavior. He is worried he might be hiding something, but doesn’t know how to confront Richie about it without setting him off and making matters worse.

September 1994 

“EDDIE-BEAR!” Sonia Kaspbrak’s shrill whine pierced through the morning calm. “Can you come down here, please?” It was phrased as a question, but only masochist would take it as anything other than an order.

“Shiiit! What the fuck is she doing up so early?!” Eddie whispered-yelled as he shot up from comfort of his twin-sized bed and the warmth of Richie’s embrace.

“I don’t know, but can you fucking answer her before she decides to barge in here!?” Richie’s words were filled with panic, coordinating with the look he directed at his boyfriend. 

“COMING, MA! BE RIGHT DOWN!” The two teenagers would much rather face Pennywise all over again, than endure the shit storm that would ensue if Eddie’s mother caught Richie in his room. Usually Richie would have snuck out through Eddie’s window before Sonia woke up, but she threw their morning routine completely out of whack. “There is no point in sneaking out now, she’ll definitely see you through the kitchen window. Just stay here, be as quiet as you can, and if you hear her coming up the stairs, hide in the closet! I’ll be right back. . . hopefully.”

Richie nodded in agreement as Eddie made his way out of the bedroom, still far too groggy to be dealing with shit. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Whatever, just hurry back!”

“Okay, I’ll try!” With that, Eddie closed the door behind him and made his way downstairs. His mind reverted to it’s pessimistic default, racing through the possible reasons why his mother would feel the need to speak to him. It was clear by her tone, this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. With each step he took, he braced himself mentally for what was surely bound to become a full blown argument. Once he finally arrived at the kitchen, where his mother stood leaning against the counter, her narrowed eyes and furrowed brow validated and exacerbated his fears. “Yes, Mommy?”

“Edward, would you care to explain what this is?” A bundle of papers were clenched in Sonia’s chubby claw, as she held it up beside her face. The second Eddie’s deep amber eyes glanced at them, he recognized them as his application for NYU. What perplexed him was how she managed to get ahold of it, being that it was hidden in his desk draw, just last night. Well, he wasn’t really perplexed, as it was pretty apparent that she had rummaged through his room and stumbled across it. He had always suspected she went through his things, but he always tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Obviously, THAT was a mistake. Her betrayal upset him none the less, which at this point, was stupid since this was typical behavior for his invasive mother. “You already know what it is, Ma! Why would you go through my things?!” 

“Don’t change the subject! I am your mother and this is MY house; if I feel like inspecting your room then I have every right to do so!” she argued, showing absolutely no remorse for her actions. If anything, she was proud. “What business do you have with this? We agreed you would attend a community college, so you could continue living home. A boy needs his mother, especially a boy as frail as you! New York is too far and too dangerous for such a delicate person, Eddie-Bear.” 

“I didn’t agree to anything!” Eddie’s entire face lit up in neon frustration. “You basically commanded I apply at a community college, and you and I both know its just to keep me firmly under your thumb! I am not weak or fragile, like you’d like me to believe. I don’t want to settle for a community college! I want to live my own life! I need to be my own person, separate from you, Ma!” Eddie was certain that at this point Richie could hear their entire argument from Eddie’s room, but in his current emotional state, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the dynamics of his words. 

“DO NOT speak to me in that tone! You and I are NOT equals and I wont stand for this type of insubordination! This type of behavior is clearly a result of you hanging around those delinquents you call friends. They are filling your head with all these crazy ideas! I KNEW this would happen if you kept associating yourself with those disgusting people, especially that filthy Tozier boy! He’s corrupting you!” Eddie flinched at the mentions of his boyfriend’s name. Sonia’s eyes began to well up with crocodile tears, as she geared up for her performance. “How could you even entertain the idea of leaving me, Eddie?! I have given you everything and this is how you repay me? How can you do this to me? I love you, Eddie-Bear, does that mean nothing to you?!” 

Eddie knew every step and every lyric of this song and dance by heart. His mother had always been a conniving, manipulative woman; and in Eddie’s youth, he might have fallen for her tactics, but now he refused to be so easily controlled. He loved his mother and if her tears were genuine he could have reacted differently, but he was fed up and Sonia dragging Richie into this only fueled the fire within him. “Do you really believe I am so incapable of having my own thoughts and dreams? This has nothing to do with Richie or any of my friends! It ME! Its what I want; and it’s not fair for you to speak of them in that manner! I love you, Ma, but you need to let me be. Whether you like it or not, I am going to apply and potentially attend any university I please, I going to keep hanging out with my friends, and I am going to keep seeing Richie, MY BOYFRIEND! I love him, Ma! Nothing you say and no amount of fake tears is going to change that!” 

“There you go using that word, again! ‘Love!’ Eddie, lets not get into this again. You don’t love him. You can’t. You’re just confused, is all.” Sonia was aware of her son’s sexuality and relationship, but refused to accept, or even acknowledge it. “Eddie-Bear! I love you. MY love for you is real, not like the perverted friendship between you and that disgusting faggot. We can get you the help you need, like we talked about; and maybe when you’re better you can meet a nice girl and forget all about him.” 

Tears began to collect in Eddie’s waterline, threatening to run at any moment, but he willed them to stop. He REFUSED to give his mother the satisfaction of seeing him cry! He was just so exhausted. It was the same argument, again and again. The same shit being thrown at him! Why can’t she just love him as he is? Why does she have to be so cruel? He knew those questions were destined to remain unanswered. He needed to get away before his disappointment and heartache decided to rebel and stream down his crimson cheeks. “Mommy, I-I-I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired. I have to get ready for school. I love you and um. . . I-I-I hope you have a nice day at work.” Crestfallen, his voice came almost a whisper.

“Very well, but don’t think this is over! I am only letting this go because I’m running late for work, but you can expect to continue this conversation once I get home.” Eddie didn’t care anymore, he just wanted this to end. He just wanted to get back to Richie. “Yes, Mommy.” 

Eddie turned to head upstairs, but before he could take his first step his mother decided to add insult to injury. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Eddie-Bear?” She leaned forward, expectantly. Reaching up on his tiptoes, Eddie placed the most abrupt kiss possible onto her cheek. Disgusted with his actions, he ran upstairs, allowing his tears to finally flood down his face, knowing he was safe and out of her sight. 

He stormed into his room, slammed and locked the door, and silently waited until he heard the front door open and shut, a sonic indicator of his mother’s departure. Once he was certain she had left for work, he turned to face Richie, relieved it was finally safe for them to speak and move about his home freely. He expected to be immediately draped in Richie’s consoling embrace, but was surprised to find him sitting at the edge of his bed with an unreadable, stoic expression plastered on his face. 

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. My mom is just so infuriating!” Eddie mumbled in between sniffles, but got no response from his boyfriend. “Richie, are you okay?” Nothing. Worried, Eddie walked over and kneeled himself in front of Richie’s frozen physique. “Baby, whats wrong? Was it what my mom said?” 

Richie’s gaze remained forward, oblivious to Eddie’s presence. His eyes seemed to be unfocused and glazed over, seeing right through his boyfriend. His rosebud lips were pursed into a thin line, while his face showed subtle but evident signs of tension. It was as though his body was there, but Richie was lost somewhere within it. He seemed trapped in some distant thought, disassociated and unaware of the real world, and not too dissimilar to how the losers had found Beverly in the sewers all those summers ago, only without the milky eyes. Not wanting to think about such a horrible memory any further, he shook off the thought and continued to try reaching Richie. “Rich, this isn’t funny! What’s wrong?! Why won’t you answer me!? Are you mad at me?” With each unanswered question, panic began to further burrow itself into Eddie’s thoughts. Why wasn’t Richie saying anything? What the fuck was going on? “Stop doing this, asshole! I am getting scared! Wake the fuck up!” Still no response, just the same blank expression taunting him. In an act of desperation, he latched on to Richie’s shoulders and proceeded to shake him. His eyes became iridescent as the sunbeams that leaked through the blinds illuminated the tears that formed around them. “Richie, I don’t know what do. I can’t-I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need! Just tell me what to do, baby! Let me in!!” Still, there was nothing. Eddie was bawling uncontrollably, imploring him to come back to him. 

 Taking inspiration from Ben and Bev, he gently, but firmly placed his hands on each side of Richie’s face and willed their lips to collide, hoping a kiss would have the same effect on him as it had on her. Upon impact, Eddie felt him gasp beneath his kiss. He pulled away, only to see Richie’s eyes had widened in shock, his shoulders had risen tensely, and his fist were balled up on his lap, clenching onto the plush fabric of his pajamas. They sat there, exchanging confused looks, each waiting for the other to break the tension. 

“Eddie!” A wide, cheerful smile began to replace the bewildered shock that clothed his face, as he gleefully leaned forward to kiss Eddie once more. “Hey, Eddie Spaghetti! Um. . . We should get ready for school, yeah? If we don’t leave soon, we’re gonna be late and we both know how much you hate being tardy!” He shot up and walked over to the spare drawer Eddie kept for him and began to get dressed, leaving Eddie kneeling in a pool of disorientation. What the hell is going on? 

“NO! I know what you’re doing! Don’t try to play it off like nothing happened! What the fuck was that!?” 

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess I was just tired. It’s not like I got a lot of sleep last night with all the sexy-fun-time we had last night, not that I am complaining, baby boy.” Richie winked smugly, a blatant attempt to deescalate the situation. 

“You-You were catatonic! I kept calling your name, but you wouldn’t answer me! I shook you! It was like you were somewhere else! Like Bev had been. . . “ Eddie lifted himself from the floor and sat himself on the edge of his bed, in the same spot Richie had been moments ago. His cheeks was tear stained and red as a tomato. 

“Eds, seriously it was nothing. Lets not make a thing out of this and just get ready for school, yeah?” Richie was becoming noticeably agitated, wanting to drop the conversation.

“Richie, that was terrifying and you just want to let this go? Has this happened before? Did it have something to do with what my mom sai-” 

“FUCK, EDS! CAN YOU FUCKING LET IT GO!? NOTHING IS WRONG! I AM FUCKING FINE! WHY DO YOU WANNA START SHIT OVER SOMETHING SO FUCKING STUPID?!” Richie’s enraged shouting startled Eddie, leaving him in dumbfounded silence. In that moment, he was especially relieved his mother wasn’t around, as she most certainly would have heard them at this point. He knew there was no point in pressing the topic any further; it would get them nowhere and only make matters worse. When Richie got like this, there was no reasoning with him. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Quietly he began to dress himself, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. He would never admit it out lout, but Richie’s actions had hurt him deeply. It wasn’t fair! After being put through something so traumatizing, how could Richie yelled at him like that just for showing concern? Whatever. It had been enough arguing for one morning, and Eddie just wanted silence for a while. 

Guilt began to overwhelm Richie, realizing what he had done was inexcusable. He made his way over to his petite lover and wrapped his gangly arms around his shoulders, pulling him into his chest. “I’m-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Just. . . please believe me when I tell you everything is fine, okay? I promise. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sorry. Are we okay?”

“Mmhmm. Yeah.” Eddie mumbled into Richie’s chest, before pulling away and offered him a weak smile as reassurance, still avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, of course. Everything’s cool.”

“Awesome! Lets get going, Spaghetti-Head!” A big toothy grin spread across Richie’s face as he took Eddie’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom. Side by side, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces, just as they did every morning. All the while, an uneasy, thick silence hovered around them, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. 

The rest of the morning, Eddie replayed everything in his head over and over, especially on the drive to school. He would steal glances at Richie as he drove and sang along to the radio at the top of his lungs. He was acting just as he did any other morning. Nothing was different. It was unsettling in it’s normalcy. He played it off so effortlessly and convincingly. It made Eddie wonder, what else could Richie potentially be hiding? It could be anything and he would never have a clue. It was a terrible thought to have and it made him feel guilty for even allowing it to cross his mind. He trusted Richie, he really did. This morning had just left Eddie confused. 

Aware of Eddie’s pensive anxiety, Richie reached across the center console and took Eddie’s dainty hand in his calloused one, weaving their fingers together. With a gentle, warm smile, his eyes caressed his boyfriend’s soft, delicate face. “Hey. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Eddie reciprocated Richie’s smile and gave his hand a playful squeeze, signaling everything was truly alright. It wasn’t thought. Eddie knew better than to allow himself to believe so. Whatever it was that Richie was going through, it was clear this was just the beginning.  

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