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shadecrux · 1 year

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On The Wing - Chapter 2

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader

°•★Rating: NSFW

°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, romantic AND sexual tension, flirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart), a little bit of steve!, k.i.s.s.i.n.g., metal arm (i consider that a warning), grumpy!bucky if you squint, bucky being a dork, promises of more lewdness

°•★ Words: 2275

°•★ Notes: Chapter two!! Uhh uhh only thing I can really think to note here is that while I will be writing a bit about Bucky being a soldier any resemblance to real world wars or history is accidental, as I intentionally left it vague to keep the story from veering in a different direction. I know we haven’t reached smut yet but it is coming I promise!!

~All writing unless otherwise noted is my own. Please do not post or reupload my work to other websites without my express consent. I do not consent for my fics to be used in AI creations. I do not own any of the characters featured in my works unless they are stated to be OCs.~

All of my fanworks are intended for adults aged 18 and up only! Minors please DNI. ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48744160/chapters/123378907

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I wish the rocket stayed

Over the promenade

Cus I would make a hook and eye

And fish them from the sky

My darling she and i

We’re hangin' on to take us high

And sing the world goodbye

It had been almost a year since Bucky had returned to civilian life. He had joined the army, looking to serve his country, to make the world a better place and in doing so secure for himself a better future in a life that had fallen stagnant. He was sent home halfway through his first tour of duty with an honorable discharge, several medals and awards for his acts of heroism, and one less arm for the troubles. Bucky sometimes wondered still if some of those rewards weren’t just “We’re sorry we blew your arm off” flattery, but he shrugged it off. They were gonna keep taking care of him, getting him into the best hospitals they could for treatment and rehabilitation from his injuries. The blast that took his arm would have killed his entire squadron if not for his fast actions - after saving a dozen lives it was the least they could do for him. Eventually, that meant getting him into a clinical trial for a new kind of prosthetic on the utmost cutting edge of technology. One that could fully articulate and respond to electrical impulses that controlled one’s nervous system, that could even simulate something resembling a sense of touch. It wasn’t difficult to sell the story of the war hero to get him into the clinical trials, and due to his excellent health, he was a perfect candidate for the experimental procedure. And though the surgeries left him with deep, jagged scars surrounding the connection where metal met flesh - it worked. It was celebrated as a second chance for a deserving man and as hope for a future where more people might be given their lives back after grievous injury. Despite his unique circumstances that could have easily landed him in the public eye, Bucky kept a low profile. He had insisted on a certain degree of anonymity when partaking in the trial, avoided press and requests for interviews, and even took to wearing a tight-fitted pair of leather gloves and long-sleeved shirts to hide his arm from prying eyes. He moved back to New York to try to reintegrate himself back into civilian life. Physical therapy and therapy therapy once a week, job training, cheap studio apartment in Brooklyn… His time in the army had changed him, leaving him with scars, and nightmares, jumping at loud noises and punching at shadows. He could likely have used his connections to find some more gainful sort of employment, discharge or not, but… after the things he had seen, Bucky just couldn’t stomach the idea. Not so soon, at the very least.

Still, the soldier worked on and off, odd jobs mostly, nothing with any sort of regularity. His mind and body were still healing, and the military pension he was on was enough to keep him comfortable, even if it was just making ends meet. He was just sort of… drifting, without any real cause or purpose.

It didn’t seem as though anyone could reach him to pull him out of that darkness, though that didn’t stop his childhood best friend from trying, every chance he got.

“Come on, Buck. It’s been ages since you’ve gone out - just this once, humor me?” Steve asked, giving Bucky his best sad puppy dog face. “M’ just tired, Stevie…” he muttered, unconvincingly, scrubbing a hand through his hair that was starting to grow out again. “You’re a terrible liar.” “Am not.” “You’re thinking about her again… aren’t you?” Bucky said nothing for a long moment before grunting in frustration and tossing a couch cushion at his slightly too persistent friend. “Where’d ya get so damn insightful anyway?” “Buck, it might surprise you to learn, but… you’re not a great liar. And you’re not the best at hiding your emotions, either. You know I’m always here if you need a shoulder to lean on, right?” “I know Steve. I know.” “So, should I tell the guys you won’t be making it this time?” Bucky nodded, giving Steve an apologetic half-smile. “Next time. I promise I’ll come out next time.” ——————

He’d hardly believed that you had accepted his request to join you, that you seemed to be expressing interest in a guy like him. You were different, he could tell just by looking at you - the way you dressed, the way you moved through the crowds, the way you seemed to observe the world around you with a more dedicated eye than most. You stood out in a subtle sort of way that intrigued him immediately. It had been fortunate, in a strange way that he had been gawking at you when he had been - it’s the only reason you didn’t end up squished between the roof and the side of the building.

Now that he had your company, he would do anything he could to keep it.

Bucky had taken it upon himself to act as your tour guide since you had never been to Coney Island before. He talked up the history of the park, gave his suggestions for what rides were best, and in general went above and beyond to make sure you were enjoying your time there. Coasters were your favorites, and Bucky, always fond of the more thrilling rides himself was all too happy to show them all to you. As time went on, he found himself taking your hand in his more often, under the guise of guiding you from place to place. He knew he was lying to himself, that in truth he just wanted to touch you, to feel that electric tingle each time your skin brushed his… but based on the way you clutched his hand in his, the way you sometimes chased his touch when he moved away from you, it seemed that you and he were on the same page. Conversations flowed easily, he talked about his life, and you talked about yours. He was truly blown away, hearing about all the places you had been, all the things you had done, and listened raptly to you every time you spoke. You left out the heavy stuff, of course, your history, your family… and while Bucky noticed, he wasn’t about to bring it up. It wasn’t his place to pry. He talked about his own life, his family, the interesting things he’d seen or done in all his years in the city. Sharing his love of literature and fiction, talking about his favorite sports teams or the swing dancing classes he had taken. He didn’t consider his life, or himself very interesting compared to you, all the things you’d done and exotic places you had been. Still, you gave him just as much focus as he gave you, and Bucky wondered once again just what you saw in him… but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Bucky remembered trying to convince you to ride the water rides - and you refusing as you hadn’t brought anything to change into. Eventually, though, the heat of the day had gotten to you, and with a boyish grin, he had dragged you to wait in line for their flume ride. The entire time it wound its way up the hill you were cursing silently under your breath, and he just laughed at the way your face scrunched up in annoyance. “Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are when you’re annoyed?” “Fuck you.”

Your profanities only made him laugh harder - he swore he could hear an undertone of affection there, his chest swelling with warmth. You really were just too damn cute. As it made its final descent you grabbed him and tried to hide behind him looking to avoid being hit by the splash. “Oh no you don’t!” he laughed, easily grappling you and wrestling you back in front of him just as the white spray flew up around you, drenching you both in cold, chlorinated water. “Ahhh, you bastard!” You had sputtered, frantically brushing the water out of your face. “Oh come on sweetheart… you didn’t think I was gonna let you miss out on the fun, didja?” He smirked. “Mmm… you’re lucky you’re cute.” You dared to say, muttering it in frustration. You couldn’t help but laugh, though as he helped you up to your feet and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the two of you giggling all the way to the exit gates and beyond. He spent the next hour preening from your praise, and the next time he took your hand you held his tightly, stepping in closer to his side as you walked. For the rest of the day, any chance he could find your hand was in his, or his arm was slung lazily around your shoulders. The sky was beginning to fade into twilight, the lights of the midway all coming on, the park a bright glowing presence to contrast with the darkening skyline when you, at last, found your way back to the games, having ridden everything at least once. He had insisted on trying to win one of the giant animal toys for you at the games - you explained to him how most of them were rigged to be deceptively difficult, but that didn’t dissuade him. In the end, he didn’t manage to win the giant dragon plush he was aiming for - but instead, you walked away with a surprisingly soft unicorn plush, all blues and purples and little spots of silver making its fur look like a sky just filling with stars.

You had tried to play it cool when he was selecting a prize for you, but Bucky was observant enough to see your eyes continually flicking toward it, and he had the worker reaching out to grab one before you could muster a word of protest. Your singular muttered comment as you walked away about it being “too girly” made him smirk. He could bring up how he saw you hug it the moment he looked down to put his wallet away… but he decided to keep that piece of information to himself, for now.

Not one to be outdone, you insisted on staying there on the midway until you had matched or bested him - and while in the end you did no better, by the time you were walking away, arm in arm he had a prize of his own clutched to his chest - a floppy white wolf plush made in the same style of yours. Was it stereotypical to cap off the day with a big, romantic Ferris wheel ride? Maybe a little - but Bucky always had been a little traditional, at least when it came to romance. Sometimes cliches are cliche for a reason. And as you rode the bucket up to the top to take in the surrounding view, you could see why he had insisted. You could see the whole park, the white sand beaches trailing off into the distance on either side of you. On one side was the darkness of the sea, and on the other the twinkling lights of Brooklyn in the distance. It was beautiful… but not nearly as beautiful as you, he thought, watching your eyes light up with wonder at the scene. A burst of color from down the beach startled you both, and the two of you looked up in unison to see fireworks bursting in the night sky, high overhead. It wasn’t a holiday, as far as he knew - but he wasn’t about to complain, seeing your eyes light up at the colorful display overhead. He slid an arm around you, and you nestled into his side, wrapping both arms around his waist while Bucky willed his heart to stop beating so loudly in his chest. You were somewhere near the top when the ride came to a stop, just in time for the finale of the show, a final bright series of bursting golds and pinks and greens that lit the entire night sky. He looked over at you to find your eyes already on him. You looked so beautiful, and he had been holding himself back all day long… Bucky slid a hand up to your face to cup your cheek, gently lifting your head towards his. He felt his heart all but stop as you leaned into the touch, your eyes trailing back and forth between his eyes and his lips. He had to go for it - but he had to do it right.

“May I kiss you?” he whispered, and you responded with a small nod, already leaning in, as was he, pulled by a magnetism that neither of you could deny any longer. It was explosive, that first kiss, bursting in his brain just as the rockets burst in the sky above you. Your lips felt so soft against his, your grip around his waist tightening. His head was spinning when he broke away from you, far too soon for his liking as you were brought back down to the ground to disembark. He held you clutched tightly to his side as you wound your way back to the exit through a throng of people leaving as the voice over the loudspeaker announced that the park was closed. Outside of the gates, you surprised him again, throwing your arms around his neck and leaning up for another kiss which he eagerly returned. “Come home with me…” you murmured against his lips, and his hands tightened on you in response, a heated sensation tugging at his stomach. “You sure, doll?” Your next kiss, hungry and full of promise was all the answer Bucky needed. He called for a cab and off the two of you went into the night.

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13personalities · 3 months

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My Tumblr Passport

I’ve seen several of these around and decided to do one for myself

1. My name is/what you guys can call me:

Melaniah, but Mel and Lana work too

2. Age/Age range:

13-16

3. My birthday is on:

May 26

4. My favorite color is:

Purple, but, like specifically lavender and black

5. Do I have pets? If yes how many?

I have a bunny and do chickens count?

6. My favorite animal is:

Bunny. Currently the only animal I can tolerate because I generally don’t really like animals but I love our pet bunny

7. My zodiac sign is:

I think Gemini?

8. The traits that describe me best are:

Uhhh sarcastic, straight A’s student, lazy procrastinator, creative (when the mood strikes) and occasionally insane

9. My opinion on life is:

It changes (drastically) depending on my current mood

10. What I think about people on Tumblr:

I like most of them

11. My best friend on Tumbir is:

@julia-lokidottier @redmoss-reefshark (basically my two irl besties)

12. My hobbies are:

Reading, writing, drawing, (the creative stuff basically), professionally hiding from my siblings, acting like I’m asleep, and complaining :)

13. Am I hurt/ struggling with people on Tumblr?

I mean there was that little spat with the dazai anon but no, not really.

14. Am I awkward when it comes to talking to people on Tumblr?

I guess yeah, I’m not used to talking about my opinions

15. Do I tend to be more introverted/extroverted or ambiverted?

Ambiverted I think

17. The best thing about Tumblr is:

its like filled with media I’m willing to consume (memes) and stuff on my fandoms

18. The worst thing about Tumblr is:

the occasional hater. Eh well, even then, it’s kinda funny. It’s probably the people who are fr racist, homophobic, etc.

19. Do I like anime/manga?

I haven’t read much manga (it’s hard to obtain around my mom) but I do really enjoy anime

20. What are my fandoms

I absolutely cannot write down every fandom of mine. I literally have an entire (probably mile long) detailed list of them in my notes app

21. My sexual orientation is: (Feel free to skip this question if you're uncomfortable/don't know yet)

Straight. Maybe ace but I’ll figure that out later in life.

22. Am I single/taken/prefer not to say:

Single but preferably so. I’m not looking for a romantic relationship or anything

23. My pronouns are: (Feel free to skip this question if you're uncomfortable/don't know yet)

She/her

24. I mainly use Tumblr for:

to waste my time lol

25. How long have I been on Tumbir for?

Very recently

26. Please give your opinion on this survey (optional)

Uhh not bad

27. Tag one mutual/follower/friend!

I already technically tagged my irl besties so, @frankie--the--fox @zestylemonsz @neo-theicecreamkid

I’ll gladly answer any questions :)

#Tumblr passport #all about me #its weird to talk about me #But whatever

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gilliebee · 1 year

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nine (9) people you'd like to know better

I got tagged by the wonderful @five4boarding and tumblr never gives me a little +1 notification icon when I get tagged in anything (like any other type of note would, so I don’t get it!!), so I live in fear that I’m always gonna miss these BUT I caught this one at least 👉😎👉

Last song: during my morning walk I randomly remembered the catchiest depression bop and then remembered the first time I looked up the guy's wiki and saw that he played hockey and I was like you're telling me a knife-footed ice-gremlin sang this???? (swiss juniors but still high level for his age bracket I think?) Anyway... Tomorrow May Not Be Better (specifically this version https://open.spotify.com/track/0V1quXmlVC6eH5kcfYPWEW ) by Bastian Baker still slaps to this very day 😌👌

Currently watching: My longstanding guilty pleasure is docs/commentary videos about any and all scams, particularly mlms/pyramid schemes. So it should come as no surprise that my brand new guilty pleasure is debt confessions/financial audits on youtube 🙈 I've been been watching a few by caleb hammer whose gimmick is that he gordon ramsey style shames people who come in with their financial records and he's like hey. why do you have $120,000 in consumer debt? why did you finance an ipad for your literal infant child?? why have you spent 30 dollars multiple times a day every day at dunkin for the last 3 months??? (the last one is an exaggeration but the first two I have seen LOL). His thumbnails are wretched I hate them so, so much, and his advice of living spartan-like for a few years to dig yourself out of the hole is ehhh maybe good in theory but generally not exactly...practical. And I think going cold turkey when you're used to constant impulse buying is basically a recipe for just eventually losing control and going on a bender. But. I'm nosy and love hearing about how people be spending their money so that's the best part of the videos for me lol

Currently reading: haven't picked up something new yet BUT I juuuust finished An Unauthorised Fan Treatise which was SO GOOD I literally slammed it nonstop for two days until I finished it. It's formatted like a rpf conspiracy theory livejournal where a fangirl of a supernatural-drama show compiles evidence that the two lead actors are secretly dating. BUT it's noted that the livejournal has been submitted as evidence into for a murder trial so y'know TWISTS AND TURNS lol. There's just something about the format that really compels me, idk I already love reading primers and conspiracies for hrpf couples that I literally have zero investment in and never will- I just enjoy the way the girlies spin a good narrative. (and also watching video essays about the uhhh less casual to super trainwreck ones like the whole larry fiasco even though I never got into 1D, as well as general fandom fiascos like msscribe and snapewives etc etc IT'S ALL SO FASCINATING TO ME 🍿👀) So it was a really natural fit for me to read in a fictional setting. And it's free to read! https://gottiewrites.com/2019/10/14/31/

Current obsession: I’m a hobbyist game maker so at all times I am rotating little bits of character development, experimental mechanics, aesthetics, ui design etc etc in my brain but it becomes much more mentally consuming during the off-season bc god knows when bruins hockey is live it is Featured Live 24/7 In My Brain. But for now... my OCs on my mind 😌💭

tagging (if you want to): OH NO I’M SO BASHFUL I NEVER KNOW WHO TO TAG IN THESE 🫣🫣🫣 uh uh uhh maybe @ghostgeno @alavenderleaf @tylerbertuzzi @reavenedges-lies @krugstrash if y’all are so inclined?? but also no pressure no pressure again I’m just NOSY hehe

#my main communication style is RAMBLING lol #also I didn't tag 9 people because I guess I'm just a rebel rule breaker #this was a great excuse to rant about an unauthorized fan treatise which has been on my mind after finishing it but like my bf didn't know #what tf to make of my rambling about it and all the like fandom culture references within #hopefully this is formatted correctly and hopefully none of the original words accidentally got left in when I copy-pasted that would be #very embarrassing

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jonaswpoetry · 1 year

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15 Questions

I was tagged by my long-time mutual @simply-eno, thank you! 💜

1. Are you named after anyone?

I gather my first name wasn’t taken from anyone in particular, but my middle name was taken from an old close friend of my mother.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhh too long ago to remember for sure, I don’t cry nearly as much as I’d like to.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, and if all goes according to plan I never shall.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Too much, some might say.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether their face is kind or not, and then if their voice affirms or refutes the initial judgement.

6. What's your eye color?

Blue!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither?

8. Any special talents?

Many talents, none of them special.

9. Where were you born?

I was supposed to be born at home in my parents’ house, but by chance I arrived early and emerged in an upstairs bedroom of my father’s parents’ house in Buckfastleigh.

10. What are your hobbies?

I write, I read, I adore music. I play some video games, but not many. Like much of the world at present, I have been playing a whole lot of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.

11. Do you have any pets?

I have 1 dog, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s a funny little fella.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Absolutely nothing now! As a young child I played a lot of football (soccer) and basketball, and I did judo for a time while at university, but sports haven’t been my thing for a long time.

13. How tall are you?

5'8"

14. Favourite subject in school?

I really enjoyed Classical Civilisations at sixth form (age 16-18).

15. Dream job?

Within my current field (specialty coffee) I’d like to get into some kind of training role to pass on the knowledge and skills I’ve built up over the years, but beyond something with writing or publishing would be super cool (and will never happen).

I’ll tag @enslavedmind, @unmondefou, @followcb, @meaningfallpoetry, and @lullaby-blind

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bbael · 9 months

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hullo !! haven’t sent u a proper message in a while and i miss hearing abt u my love and am always thinking of u 🖤 how are you doing, have you been up to much lately ? hope you are having a nice Hanukkah also, chag sameach <3

with me everything is very very cold and stressful here, but I’m otherwise well !! I’m hoping it might snow at least, it’s not fair that it’s just freezing without actually giving us snow >:( the silver-lining of the cold is that my cat has been super clingy and cuddly to warm up w me tho,, ;u;🖤

lately I’ve mainly just been working & shopping in between tho,, most interesting thing thats happened is I applied for a very different kinda job a while back that I honestly thought I had no chance for, but this week I’ve just been told I got an interview !!! the application took ages, it’s quite competitive, and the interview will be even harder >.< but luckily I’ve got family w experience in the industry, so i’ve got a little advice at least eeeek

anywho,, hope you are well !! is it hotter where u are since we are opposites ? wishing you all my love and peace and sending you so so many hugs and kisses 🖤🖤🖤

Hii helloo me too, I miss you like crazy and ur in my thoughts constantly (hence the tag spam lately sorry)!!

And I actually haven't been up to much ? I've also been drowning in work though fortunately these are my last few weeks until summer vacations which is great!

(&& thank youu by the way, I had an okay hanukkah minus all the yummy goods because I'm always fucking up my stomach sobss I hope you are also having a nice holiday season my dear♡♡)

Sorry to hear you're stressed up though ;_; hopefully you can relax & see some snow soon! It is only fair.... (but also hehe your round baby must give the best cuddles).

I'm flying there in bat shape any moment bc here it's SO hot. Last night we had a little tornado and storm and it's cooled down a bit but still, I know its not gonna last.

If u open the window for me I promise I'll make you hot white chocolate with lavender 🩷

Also that's such great news omg do keep me updated!! I am wishing you the best in the new field of work my love ahhh. Job changes are always so exciting especially if you are a little confident >:3 shdjdj hopefully you'll get the spot!!

I'm going to be switching jobs eventually as well bc I'm officially going into teaching next year aughh. It took me a lot to get to this uhh resolution?, I'm so excited about this 🥹 finally will be able to put my lit. major to use hahdjfj

Anywho....I hope these last few couple days of the month treat you well my angel, you are foreverrr in my mind and I am always wishing you the best. I'm accepting all those hugs & kissies & sending u mine~ I love you mwah🖤🫀🥀🖤🫀🥀

#makes so happy to read from u u have no idea 🥹🖤🖤🖤#asks

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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

CW: Nothing really in this chapter, but there is slight discrimination against the brothers.

A/N: Chapter 9 is here! I hope you are all enjoying! Since Nightbringer came out, i've been feeling very inspired yet also very overwhelmed with all the content. I'm currently starting lesson 11, and there's so much I can include. Please, if you guys have any scenes you want to see, please send me an ask or a message!! I will gladly include what you guys want to read as well! It will also help me narrow it down. But I do have the worry and fear that it'll drag too much if it's too long, I hope i'm wrong T_T. Please let me know your thoughts! Enjoy some fluff with Satan! He deserves it. As usual, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 9: The Return

A couple of days had passed since Satan’s outburst. Diavolo and Barbatos had whisked Satan away to the castle for the time being, and the house was now eerily quiet. Lucifer didn’t want to admit it, but he felt guilty for granting the Demon Prince permission to take little brother away. He was only a young demon, and his creation was no one’s fault but his. The eldest demon sat in his study, staring down at a single paper that Diavolo had given him to sign. He rubbed his temples as he read the one statement over and over again.

I, Lucifer Morningstar, grant Diavolo, the next in line as King of the Devildom, permission to hold Satan, The Avatar of Wrath, within my care for the safety of all Devildom citizens until he’s of age.

Normally, Lucifer wouldn’t even question it and sign it without a second thought. But he felt…responsible, and it was eating at him like a crow pecking at a rotting corpse. A knock on the door interrupted his internal stewing. “Come in.” he sighed. He glanced up to see Mammon poking his head in the door. “Uh, Hi. Is this a good time?” Lucifer nodded, gesturing for the 2nd born to enter. Mammon strolled in, taking a seat at one of the chairs at Lucifer’s desk. He leaned forward, folding his arms together and resting his head in them. “What are you doing here, Mammon?” the raven haired demon asked. He glanced down at Mammon’s exposed forearm, which was wrapped tightly in bandages after being bitten by Satan. “Uhh so… you aren’t gonna actually sign that are ya?” Mammon asked hesitantly, taking a quick glance at the paper on his desk. Lucifer sighed, pushing himself out of his chair and going to stand at one of the large windows. Thunder sounded in the distance and he watched intently as rain droplets began to fall in waves against the glass. “I…don’t know,” he finally replied. “Aren’t they just throwing him in a cell in the Castle dungeon? He’s just…” Mammon lifted up his head from his arms, his golden-blue gaze filled with worry. “He’s just a kid…yanno?” Lucifer sighed, turning around to meet Mammon’s eyes. “I know. I can’t help but feel he’d be safer here, even if he absolutely despises us.” Mammon nodded in agreement. “You should talk to him.” Lucifer’s crimson eyes widened at the suggestion. “About what, exactly?” Mammon shrugged. “I dunno, about everything? Like, you haven’t exactly been a great brother to him either.” Lucifer crossed his arms against his chest. “Excuse me? I haven’t exactly had an opportunity where he isn’t lunging at my throat or someone else’s.” Lucifer sniffed, glancing away from his younger brother and sadly looking down at his feet. “His eyes fill with nothing but wrath every single time he looks at me.” Mammon got up out of the chair, slowly making his way over to Lucifer. “I know that. But we have to teach him a buncha other things besides wrath, right? So how the hell is that gonna happen when he’s locked away in a prison cell?” Lucifer raised his head, meeting Mammon’s intense stare. “...You’re right. I’ll talk to Diavolo immediately.”

Lucifer had shooed Mammon away to go check on Beel. The 6th born had also obtained minor injuries from Satan’s temper tantrum, and it’s been a little bit since he’s checked in. He also just wanted to call up Diavolo and get this discussion over with. Lucifer took a deep breath and tapped the little sigil of a phone next to the Demon Prince’s icon on his D.D.D. He listened as it rang only twice before Diavolo’s voice could be heard over the line, “Hello? Lucifer, what’s going on?” Lucifer shook his head, “Ah, Diavolo, hello. I was only wishing to speak with you about something…it’s regarding Satan’s current arrangements.”

That evening, Lucifer called a meeting with all of his brothers in the living room. The 5 of them all wandered in, curious about what Lucifer had to say. They knew that Satan had been taken away, and to be honest neither of them were feeling very good about the decision even though Beel and Mammon had been hurt by his hand. Once everyone was settled, Lucifer cleared his throat. “We’ve decided to bring Satan back here.” To his surprise, they all let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness.” Asmo breathed, bringing a hand to his chest. “I know he hurt us but…the poor little dear doesn’t deserve to be locked away all alone.” Levi nodded in agreement, hugging a pillow to his chest. “Y-Yeah, I know he can be scary sometimes but…” Lucifer smiled softly and glanced over at Beel and Belphie. “What do you two think about this?” Beel wore a tank top which exposed the now healing cuts and scrapes that he had obtained from Satan himself. The pair of sweatpants he also wore covered the rest, but Lucifer had seen them all the day it happened. Because of this, he was worried about Beel’s opinion on the matter. “I think it’s the right choice.” Beel finally said, fidgeting with his hands. Belphie nodded. “If Beel thinks it’s okay, then I do too.” Lucifer dipped his head. “Then it’s settled. Diavolo agreed to the matter as well, as long as we keep him confined to his room for right now.” Mammon scratched his head, looking conflicted. “But that’s still keepin’ him prisoner…” Lucifer nodded. “I know. But we’ll work with him. He’s got to learn how to keep his wrath in check, and at least he’ll be home.” The others nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a knock on the door made everyone freeze. “That must be Diavolo.” Lucifer said, getting up from his spot on the couch. He made his way to the front door, opening it to meet Diavolo and Barbatos. Next to them was Satan. His wrists were bound in shackles, and he wore a gray, tattered looking oversized shirt. He looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes and his blonde hair sticking out all over. “Come in.” Lucifer said, guiding them into the entryway. “You didn’t have to come all this way in the storm.” Diavolo shook his head and smiled. “That��s why we have Barbatos now isn’t it? Now, allow us to assist Satan here to his room.” Lucifer nodded, leading them up the stairs and down the hallway to Satan’s bedroom. Mammon, who had been eavesdropping, followed behind, anticipating Lucifer’s need for assistance. “I apologize for his unruly state, but he kept tearing apart anything we gave him and he refused to get any rest…” Barbatos whispered. Lucifer shook his head as they opened Satan’s bedroom door. “It’s quite alright, I understand. We’ll get him cleaned up.” They led Satan into the room, and gently sat him down on his bed. Mammon stood in the doorway, his claws unsheathed and wings spread in the event that Satan has yet another tantrum. “Now Satan, we’re leaving you here okay? Please remember what we’ve told you and go easy on your brothers. Otherwise you know what your consequences will be.” Satan lifted his head up to gaze at Diavolo, his emerald green eyes dull in color. “Okay.” he said, his voice quivering slightly. Barbatos kneeled in front of him on the floor. “Please allow them to help you get cleaned up and ready for bed.” Diavolo turned to Lucifer. “We’ve begun to work with him a little regarding his emotions. I trust you and your brothers will be up to continue the process.” Lucifer nodded, glancing at Mammon in the doorway who was also shaking his head. “Of course. We’ve already discussed it. I believe… we’re ready.” Diavolo smiled, patting Lucifer on the shoulder. “If you should need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to call us.”

After a few more goodbyes to Satan, Lucifer and Mammon were left alone to tend to the child. Lucifer slowly approached Satan, sitting next to him on his bed. “Satan, would you mind if we helped you get ready for bed?” Satan glanced up at Lucifer, a flash of wrath glimmering in his eyes, but only for a second. He didn’t seem to have enough energy to fight. “N-No…” Lucifer gestured for Mammon to come closer. “Very well, we’ll get a bath started for you. Does that sound okay?” Satan swallowed nervously, but nodded. “Satan, do you want to use my special bathtub?” A voice sounded from the doorway. They all looked up to see Asmo, who was holding out his hand. Satan’s eyes widened at the offer. “Y-Your bathtub?” he asked hesitantly. Asmo gave him a wide smile. “Yeah, my GIANT fancy bathtub, remember? You were all fighting over it when we first got here. Let’s go, I’ll even put some bubble bath in it for you!” Lucifer and Mammon glanced at each other in surprise as Satan hopped up from his bed and ran over to take Asmo’s hand as best as he could with his wrists in the shackles. “I’ll take it from here.” Asmo winked before leading Satan down to his room. “Thank the Devildom for Asmodeus.” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Sometime later, Lucifer decided to head down the hall to Asmo’s room to check in. He knocked gently on the door, and after a few seconds it opened. “Shhh, he’s sleeping.” Asmo whispered, pulling Lucifer in with him. Satan was fast asleep on Asmo’s bed wrapped up in a very large, fluffy towel. He also took notice of how Asmo had already decorated his room, which was mostly now adorned with flowers. “Asmo, how did you…?” The 5th born only giggled. “I talked Barbatos into showing me a spell or two for the flowers. They’ll never die! Isn’t it lovely?” Lucifer nodded, taking in the strong, floral scent. It was a very familiar fragrance, and he found himself being transported back to the Celestial Realm. Asmo smiled at his realization, “I couldn’t help myself. I’m going to miss walking through the gardens…” Lucifer smiled sadly, watching as his brother’s face fell. “I think it’s a very charming decision, Asmodeus. They’re beautiful.” Asmo’s eyes shot up to meet Lucifer’s crimson gaze. “Lucifer…thank you.” he said, his voice slightly wavering. Lucifer dipped his head and cleared his throat. “I should probably get Satan back to his room.” Lucifer said, taking a step towards the bed. He saw that the shackles were no longer around his wrists. “Wait, did you take off…?” Asmo pouted, “Yes, the shackles. But he was fine I promise! He had so much fun. But here…” he said, reaching for the metal object on his dresser. Lucifer nodded as he took them from him. “Thank you. I should really get him back to his room.” He gently lifted Satan into his arms, who thankfully remained asleep. “Thank you again Asmo. This was a huge help.” Asmo gave him a wide smile. “Of course! He’s welcome anytime to share my bathtub.” Lucifer made his way back to Satan’s bedroom where Mammon was waiting to help get Satan dressed and tucked into bed. The 4th born sighed softly and stretched as they got him into some clean clothes and under the soft covers. Lucifer sighed in relief, thanking all the possible forces of the Devildom that Satan hadn’t woken up. “Oh, one more thing.” he pulled out the shackles he had tucked away in his pocket. He delicately clasped them to Satan’s wrists. “Good night, Satan.” he murmured before leaving his room, locking the door behind him.

A few days later, their RAD uniforms arrived. The boys were bustling with excitement as they tried them on right there in the living room. Lucifer had forced them all to go with the same style of jackets, undershirts, and pants, but allowed them the freedom of choosing the color and styles of their ties. Lucifer himself had chosen a longer version of the jacket, reaching down past his knees. He also chose to wear a black undershirt with a mandarin style collar which was adorned with 7 buttons traveling down his neck. Of course, his brothers didn’t think it was fair, but he was the oldest and was assigned to be working as Diavolo’s assistant. “Speaking of jobs,” Lucifer stated, and they all groaned. “You all should be starting to look for a source of income.” Mammon’s eyes lit up. “We can do that, huh?” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Legal sources of income are preferred. Diavolo has granted us permission to go to the village for school supplies if you’d like to look around at job opportunities.” Asmo spun his head around from helping Satan adjust his tie. “Yes, let’s do it! I want to go!” Lucifer chuckled, “Alright, let’s break in our new uniforms. But please try not to get them dirty.”

They all began to head down to the village, the air smelling like rain and the pavement still wet from the rain that had persisted the past few nights. Asmo was bouncing excitedly as he held Satan’s hand. Levi however, looked nervous. “G-Guys, are you sure this is okay? I mean we haven’t been out at all, really…a-and Satan…” he said, anxiously. “Come on Levi, it’ll be alright! Just stick by us.” Mammon said, patting his back. “Satan has promised to be on his best behavior today as well, isn’t that right?” Lucifer asked, glancing at the small boy. Satan briefly looked back at Lucifer, shooting him a nasty glare. However Asmo squeezed his hand once more, and he turned his attention back in front of him. Once they entered the village, all eyes were on them. The cobblestone road was bustling with demons of all kinds. Lucifer swallowed, trying not to let their judging stares take a hit to his pride. “Let’s keep going. Just ignore them, and don’t start any trouble.” he murmured to his brothers. They decided to keep walking to a less crowded area, where they came across a store with a variety of magical objects on display in the window. “Hocus Pocus?” Belphie said, reading the large sign that hung outside the shop. “Oh, this is perfect. Let’s have a look.” Lucifer said, guiding them all through the door. They were browsing for only a few moments when they heard a voice from the shop counter. “Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry, but we don’t sell to Angels.” A pang of anger began to bubble in Lucifer’s chest. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, his crimson eyes locking with the older demon sitting at the register. “I said, we don’t sell to your kind. Now please leave.” Now he was angry. “I’ll have you know, we are among the most powerful demons here in the Devildom. I would advise you to rethink your decision.” Lucifer hissed. The shopkeeper didn’t seem phased. “And I would advise you to get out, or I’ll be taking measures to have you removed.” Suddenly, a hand rested on Lucifer’s shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Let’s get outta here Lucifer. Ya told us not to start trouble, right?” Mammon whispered in his ear. Lucifer sighed and shot the shopkeeper one last deadly gaze before heading out the door.

“So you’re telling me none of these places are going to sell anything to us? Because they think we’re still Angels?” Asmo asked, sadly. Lucifer sunk down onto a nearby bench, rubbing his forehead. “I have no idea. Most demons here are born and raised in the Devildom. We, however, are not…” He glanced up as Beel walked over, holding Belphie’s hand in one and a bag of some sort of food in the other. “Yo Beel, where’d ya get that?” Mammon asked, pointing at the bag. “They’re Demon Zebra Churros. I got them at that cart over there.” he said, pointing over to a small street food cart. “So they sold something to Beel? Maybe not every place will do that to us then.” Levi said with hope filling his voice. “Yeah, and that puts a downer on the whole job search too, huh?” Mammon grumbled. Lucifer sighed and stood up from the bench. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” The rest of the day carried on, and they were surprisingly successful with buying a few items that they needed such as bags, quills and ink, and other supplies they’ll need for RAD starting the very next week. Unfortunately, there was still no luck with either of the brothers getting a part time job, as they were all immediately rejected almost before they could even get the question out. Despite the disappointment, they ended their outing with getting a take out dinner from Hell’s Kitchen and headed back home to the House of Lamentation to enjoy their food. Once they were done, Lucifer stood up, ready to head to his room for the evening. “As you all know, RAD starts next week. You’ll be expected to attend the classes on your provided schedule. As for Satan,” he said, glancing down at the youngest, “You shall be staying by my side as I attend classes, and when I'm helping Diavolo, Asmodeus will take over.” Satan huffed, shoving his hands down onto his lap. “Ugh, I don’t want to be stuck with babysitters all day. Especially if it’s you.” Lucifer frowned. “Likewise, but until you can be trusted to behave accordingly, this is how it will have to be.” Satan shot him a glare before jumping up from his place at the table. “I’ll be going to my room now.”

Satan half-heartedly slammed his bedroom door behind him. He could barely do anything with these stupid shackles on his wrists. His tail lashed in anger as he paced back and forth. “I don’t want to go to this stupid school…” he muttered, sitting down on his bed with a growl. One of his brothers would be coming to get him ready for bed soon and he wanted to savor the time he had by himself. He leaned back on his bed, turning his head to stare out the large window above him. The moon was unusually bright that evening, shining rays of pale blue light into the room. Satan sighed as he thought back to the events of the past few days. Being held in a cold, dirty prison cell. Finding himself truly alone for the first time since his unforeseen birth into this world. Tears of sadness and anger pricked his eyes as he remembered actually missing his brothers in that moment. It was a strange feeling, and almost felt wrong. He also thought back to the unfamiliar feeling of joy he felt when Asmo offered to let him use his bathtub that was so large, he could practically swim in it. And lastly, the feeling of belonging he had today while exploring the town with his brothers. Despite his urges to lash out, he found himself holding it in. He really didn’t mean to start trouble, he hated being a disappointment. Satan sobbed quietly, allowing the tears to finally fall. His chest heaved and ached. What are these feelings? Why do they hurt so much? He thought. His brain was so scrambled from all of these different emotions, and he had no idea how to handle such overwhelming feelings. Suddenly, his door cracked open, allowing light from the hallway to shine in. “Satan, are you ready?” Asmo asked, inviting himself into the younger demon’s room. Satan sat up quickly, attempting to use his bound hands to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Oh, darling, are you okay?” Asmo asked, quickly trotting over to his bed to sit down next to him. Satan shook his head. “N-No…It’s all so confusing…” he mumbled. Asmo offered him a small smile as he held out his arms. “Do you want a hug?” Satan blinked, confused at the offer. He stared at Asmo’s outstretched arms, unsure about how to proceed. “I-It’s okay, you don’t have to!” The 5th born said, laughing awkwardly. Satan’s emerald eyes welled up once more, and he suddenly threw himself into his brother’s arms. Asmo gasped at the sudden force hitting his chest, but very quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. “Oh, Satan…” he sighed as he began to rub his back. Satan was a sobbing mess, leaving tears and snot all over the front of Asmo’s shirt. Normally the Avatar of Lust would be completely grossed out, but this just felt…different. “It’s going to be okay, Satan. You’re already learning so many things! I’m so proud of you.” Satan sniffed, his eyes now puffy from crying. “T-Thank you, Asmo…” he whispered. Asmo smiled, running a hand through Satan’s blonde locks. “Of course! It’s what brothers are for. Now, let’s get you to bed shall we?”

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kmlaney · 10 months

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tag game whee!!!

I was tagged by @clevermird! Thank you! Haven’t done one of these in a while.

1) Are you named after anyone?

No. I recall my parents specifically chose my name so it had no obvious handy nicknames, but not that it was after anyone in particular.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Couple weeks ago over irl stuff that I’m not getting into.

3) Do you have kids?

I have one child. He’s 19.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I am terrible at most every sport. Certainly nearly everything offered at school. You know, all the standard sportsballs, tennis, track, you name it. I was on a swim team ages ago and I enjoyed that and was good at it. I’m good at archery and shooting; those are both fun. I have done equestrian stuff (trail riding, intro to show jumping and dressage) but I never had a horse so those were either rentals or classes.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Constantly. I think it is my native language. Or dialect.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyeglasses. I was an optician for a long time; it’s still the first thing I notice. Then earrings/piercings/tattoos. Or funky-colored hair.

7. What's your eye colour?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Depends on what I’m in the mood for. They’re also not mutually exclusive. When I get attached to a character in a scary movie I want them to get their happy ending. Aka survival. They’ve earned it. Unless it’s Samuel L, Jackson’s character in Deep Blue Sea. Best moment in the movie from a meta standpoint imo. IYKYK.

9. Any talents?

In videogames I have the unique ability to find edges to fall of, things to get stuck on, and freak ways to glitch out of the terrain. Not the fun, youtubeable ways. The annoying, have to alt-F4 and start over kind. And hope I haven’t died in the interim. Seriously, I should test games for terrain flaws. It’s a gift.

10. Where were you born?

In a hospital. Lol yeah ok recall the sarcasm question earlier? USA.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing (not so much a hobby as an obsession), drawing, TTRPGs where I get way too attached to my characters and write elaborate backstories and playlists and fics for them. I want to get back into guitar; I haven’t played in a while and the bass is calling me.

12. Do you have any pets?

I am down to one cat and three houseplants. The cat is smaller than two of the plants.

13. How tall are you?

5'4" (if you're American, Liberian, or Burmese) or 163cm (if you're anywhere else in the world.)

14. Favourite subject in school?

History, science, choir, and this one math class that was all word problems. That one was fun.

15. Dream job?

Writer? That’s the one constant career I’ve always wanted for as long as I can remember. If not that then a paleontologist specializing in dinosaurs, which is probably way less awesome than I think it is. Oceanographer and geologist were in the running too.

Dream job would be one where I get to do the parts of that job that I really enjoy and none of the parts that I don’t.

tagging uhh... @depizan, @serialephemera, @kodrevas, @knamil (I think you got double-tagged, sorry!), and anyone else who wants to play! No obligation to participate whether I tagged you or not.

#kmlaney answers #tag game

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noirewaves · 7 months

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coming back for a bit to do this tag game (thanks @frankenjoly for tagging me!! :3)

1) Were you named after anyone?

Yeaaa my grandmother

2) Last time you cried?

Not that long ago maybe a few days before

3) Do you have children?

Hell no, never will

4) Do you play sports?

I used to swim when I was in highschool then I lost interest

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes ig??? When I get close with someone I like being sarcastic

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Idk 😭

7) What's your eye color?

Dark brown (like Really dark brown)

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings ofc

9) Talents?

I would say writing but I haven’t done it in ages. Maybe singing??

10) Where were you born?

I ain’t telling u

11) What are your hobbies?

Listening to music, PLAYING music (sometimes tho, I have a guitar but I rarely play) and uhh I wanna get back to writing

12) Do you have any pets?

Yea a cat

13) How tall are you?

Short

14) Favorite school subject?

I rlly liked biology, I still do but I’m in chem now :(

15) Dream job?

Something in the science field especially bio

I cant think of anyone to tag so if u see this then do it ‼️

#tag game #tjank u for tagging me it gave me something to post hehehejhhehee #lilia rambles

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company-and-co · 10 months

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This was a bit ago, but…

Writer Asks

Tagged by @yallemagne

I’ve never done this kind of thing before (mostly because I’m almost never on tumblr) but I love being asked about what little writing I do.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

8 right now. I just can’t seem to sit down and finish all the fics I want to write.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

22,572 words (for now).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have things brewin’ for pretty much any fandom I find myself in. But as for what’s on ao3, it’s really just Nobodies (video game) right now. I’ve been working on some Dimension 20 and Star Wars fics though.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Take All the Courage You Have Left — Dimension 20 (the most popular fandom I’ve written for)

2. Meet Us in the Movie Pit — Sanders Sides (first fic that I’ve posted still on ao3)

(This is where the amount drops quite a bit vvv)

3. You’re in Too Deep to Go Back Again — Nobodies

4. The Apostles — The Bible (mate I don’t even know)

5. Retirement Just Wasn’t Meant To Be — Nobodies (first Nobodies fic I wrote)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, even if it takes me a little while. Not on all my fics, mostly because they weren’t the labors of love some of the others were (ie: any of my Nobodies fics).

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

Oof I haven’t really written any angst yet. Probably…Expedition Survived? It’s a GTFO fic and that game has quite the angst potential. Other than that, probably You’re In Too Deep, though it ends on a humorous note.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Hmm…Movie Pit I think.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, nothing I’ve noticed. Please don’t try to change that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. Not sure I ever will, just don’t see the need to.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven’t, but I’d be willing to if I got a good idea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don’t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I’d be honored if anyone wanted—hope they like under appreciated mobile games!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Just The Apostles. A frenzied research project that my friend added fun to. Not sure why I had suddenly become obsessed with knowing everything about the 12 Apostles, but luckily I had a pretty cool friend that enjoyed the process too.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Ooo…I don’t know that I have one. I flip fandoms sporadically, but ones I come back to a lot is The Witcher and Assassin’s Creed. Eskel/Geralt probably. Or maybe Ezio/Leonardo. It’s a tie really. Don’t make me choose. Please.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

Here’s the thing. I try not to have wips, because it’s very hard for me to just sit down and write. And if I don’t just to sit and write, then I don’t finish a fic. This is why I currently only have one multi-chapter fic, one-shots are just easier for me (plus, the one-shots are often a couple thousand words). So, none?

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh man. Uhh…

Writing what I want, I guess? I don’t write much because I prefer to read other people’s works.

Really, I’d say dialogue. My current fic is a lot of dialogue, so I’m getting a lot of practice.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fuckin’ tenses, mate. I try so hard to keep my fics in the same tense, but then somewhere I suddenly slip without realizing! I’m trying! And characterizing—it’s why I go for the characters with little to none, I’m just too worried about being OoC.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would do it, if I had someone double-triple check it’s correct. And if I could figure out how to do that thing on ao3 where you can hover over a word and it shows the translation (even on mobile sometimes!!).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever in my life? Probably Warrior Cats or Harry Potter, that was about the age I was in when I got into fanfiction. First posted on ao3? Skyrim. First posted on ao3 that is still there? Sanders Sides.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

You’re in Too Deep! I went into a fugue state when I was writing it and I’m very proud of it. I’m really liking Beyond My Remote Concern, but I have one more chapter, so we’ll see how it ends up.

I have no idea how to make friends here, so this ends with me! 🤙

#ask game #answered

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piastrinorris · 2 years

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False Idols

alternate ao3 link

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: 18+ (minors DNI or I'm shattering throats n slicing kneecaps), unprotected sex (also pls do not do), oral (f receiving + m receiving), deepthroating, handjob, fingering, light degradation, p in v, cumming inside, eddie's got a god complex

Summary: One revelation leads to another, and another...

Word count: 3582

A/N: Sorry it's been so quiet on the writing front! I'm getting back into the swing of things :)

“Phoenix, this is Hellhound, do you copy? Over.”

You love that Eddie’s got more friends now, you really do. And him being friends with those freshmen who loved their AV club sure has come in useful for you to be able to communicate with him uninterrupted, pretty much wherever you may be. But maybe he got a little too into making codenames for the two of you.

Reaching over to pick up your walkie-talkie, you hold it up to your mouth and squeeze the button. “Yeah, I’m here, Eds. What’s up?”

“Would it kill you to use the lingo just once?” Although his voice is warbled from the radio, you can hear the disappointment in his tone.

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Uhh, ten-four, reading you loud and clear, Cap’n Hellhound, what’s your coordinates? Over.”

“Funny. Someone get this kid on stage,” Eddie deadpans. “Are you free to come hang out at the trailer, if I pick you up? Like, now?”

“Uh, sure! I’ll need to get ready first, how far away are you?”

“Uhh…”

“You’re outside, aren’t you.” Silence. Tells you everything. “Read you loud and clear, Hellhound. Phoenix over and out.”

You slip on the first shoes you find and head straight out the front door to your front yard. You probably should have picked up a jacket, considering how you’re dressed, but you’re not thinking about that right now. What’s important is being there for your best friend. The way you always have been, and always will be.

Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant playing the most epic of fantasy games growing up. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant having to stand back while he got bullied, because having a girl defend him only made it worse. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant always having a front row seat to Corroded Coffin gigs, even though there was never a massive crowd, you knew there would be someday. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant always having someone in your corner, and always being there in his, too.

You knew exactly why he wanted you out here. Now that he’s all up and graduated, the endless void of The Future beckons, and it scares him. All his other, more age-appropriate friends have plans and that scares him because he doesn’t. His plan was to graduate with you the year prior. You’d joked that he was always destined to be held back a year so you could leave that place together. But you managed to get through senior year unscathed. Eddie still didn’t quite make it until the following year. But he met his little baby nerds this past school year, so perhaps it was all part of his divine plan after all.

Everyone around you always had an opinion about your choice not to go into college right after school. You’re smart enough. It’s the usual way. What else are you going to do with your life? You always tell them that you’ve got your whole life to figure out what you want to dedicate it to working as, what’s the rush? But deep down, you know there’s another reason you haven’t left Hawkins.

You and Eddie had driven in silence for the most part. Whenever Eddie suggested these drives, it’s usually because he wanted to be alone, except for the pair of you, that state is only safe when it’s the two of you, even if it’s to sit in total silence. You felt the cold, remnant-of-spring breeze hit your skin and quickly pulled Eddie’s spare jacket from where he usually “stored” it beneath your feet and threaded your arms into it, suddenly very self-conscious about the choices you’d made - or rather, not made - before you left the house.

He finally breaks the silence after he’s parked up outside his uncle’s trailer, though he shows no sign of getting out. “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

You frown, "Why wouldn't I be? You drove me."

He chuckles softly, stroking his chin. "You know what I mean, smartass. You were made for college. You could be anywhere in the whole United States right now, kicking ass and taking names. Your whole world shouldn't start and end at Hawkins."

You want nothing more than to shake him by the shoulders and tell him that your whole world is right here next to you, but of course you can't do that. "Well, that's why I'm gonna be the Coffin's number one roadie, right? So I can see the world."

Eddie scoffs as he gets out of the car, "Please, give yourself some credit. You'd be our tour manager, at least."

"See?! Fuck college, I've got my life planned out already, seeing the world with my best friend in tow," you grin, hopping out the other side.

Eddie looks at his trailer, shakes his head softly and gestures for you to walk around some more with him. You follow in tow, feeling the cold air hit your chest, and cross your arms around it, desperately hoping you can continue to hide what the air exposes.

Eventually, Eddie smiles softly, "Alright, in reality, I am pretty glad you didn't go to college."

"Me too," you nod back, walking into his arm to nudge it lightly.

After a few beats of walking in comfortable silence, Eddie chuckles again. "Speaking of life plans, you still gonna marry me when we're 35?"

You collapse into laughter, remembering the pact you made when you were kids. "Oh my god, stop! And I swear it was when we were 40! It definitely ended in a 0."

"Fine, then when we're 30," he muses. "Still down?"

"What's the rush?" you ask. "C'mon, don't you wanna find your soulmate first?"

He snorts with laughter, "Again with all the ‘fate’ stuff. You're so corny."

You stop walking and gasp in half-mocked offence. "What do you mean?!" You continue your pace deliberately back towards his trailer, having almost come full circle, and he follows, "Do you not believe that one of these days, when you're out on tour or whatever, you're gonna meet someone who you're gonna spend the rest of your life with?"

Eddie shakes his head and laughs in disbelief, muttering, "Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew."

Your heart sinks. "What's that mean?" you ask, but Eddie stays silent. "Come on, you can tell me!" He remains quiet. Trying to remain light-hearted, you tut, shaking your head. "Well damn, some future husband you'll be if you're already keeping secrets from me…"

He finally breaks, clearing his throat. "Um. Well, uh, maybe that… Person, is… Not somewhere out in the big wide world to go looking for after all." His gaze quickly turns to you to gauge your reaction before he turns away again. You wonder if, after all this time, or maybe just for now, he feels the same things you do.

You decide to test the waters, stepping closer to him and letting one arm fall, brushing your knuckles against his. "That's true, the world is a big ol' place. Maybe they're closer than that. Maybe they're still in America."

You see the corners of his mouth turn up as he takes your hand and squeezes it. "Maybe - maybe they're still in Indiana."

You've both stopped walking now, once again back at the van. You're looking into his eyes, his deep, dark, warm, rich eyes. He's looking at you with mixed eager anticipation and sheer awe that this conversation is even happening. "You think they might be in Hawkins?" You ask, an obvious sense of smugness present in your tone.

He leans into you, with just as prideful a grin as he admits, "I think we both know you're right here."

Your hand cradles his jaw into the first kiss you two have ever shared. Silent years of pining, of being afraid to lose him over this, of jealousy over everyone he ever showed an interest in, of guilt that you could never get over him. All of that melts between your lips. But there's more than just that. Not only is he matching your energy entirely here, he's one-upping it.

His hands start to slide down your back slowly. Tantalisingly. They stop at the small of your back, fingers drumming impatiently. You hum a sound of consent against his lips, and Eddie wastes no time in taking your ass into both of his hands and squeezing. As he pulls you close, your hips instinctively start to grind against his. Your moans harmonise in each others' mouths, though yours falters into a shiver. Eddie breathes out a laugh, rubbing your arms over his jacket. “Wanna head inside and warm up?” he purrs, pressing his forehead against yours and then leaning his head up to kiss your forehead softly.

You nod and step away from him, once again keeping your arms tightly wound across your body to keep yourself warm as he fumbles through his pockets to find the key to the trailer. You follow behind him up the steps, practically feeling the physical anticipation between the two of you like static electricity. He wrenches the door open, holding it out for you and lingering as he watches you walk in. He quickly follows though, not even allowing enough time for the door to close behind him before snaking his arms beneath yours and pulling you close to resume kissing you.

He blindly guides you towards the couch until you both fall into it, grabbing your thighs to wrap them around his hips before sliding his hands up beneath your skirt to this time grip your bare ass. The metal of his rings press contrastingly cool and smooth to his warm, wide, worn hands. You squeeze your knees into his hips now that you’re straddling him, your hips desperately seeking friction which he happily provides, bucking up to meet you.

He makes quick work of throwing his jacket off of your shoulders, and you break the kiss to lean back and shake it off your arms. His eyes trail down to your chest and he sucks a long breath in. "Holy fuck, angel, I thought you had your arms crossed because you were mad at me for something, but…" He slowly drags his knuckles up and down against the sensitive nubs practically bursting through the thin cover of your dress. You breath hitches once, twice, three times as you gasp at the contact. "Now I see why."

"Yeah, well… I just threw this on because - it was easy and I - was just having a lazy day," you whine through his touches.

Eddie pauses for a moment to bring your jaw down to look him in the eyes as he raises his eyebrows. "You just "threw on" the one dress that makes your tits look like works of fucking art? Please." He tugs at the front of your dress to expose your breasts, and you slip the straps down to give him full access to take one out and start suckling on your nipple. He continues to rub the other between his finger and his thumb, and you rake your fingers into his hair as you cry out with pleasure.

Eddie looks back up at you as if he's high off the taste of your skin, smiling dreamily. "Would I be right in assuming, based on what I felt earlier, that your bra isn't the only underwear you forgot?"

You bite your lip and jump up, pulling your dress up over your head and throwing it at him. "Come see for yourself," you smirk, pushing your chin into your shoulder before running into his bedroom.

He chases you there, throwing his shirt off in the process. You sit perched on the edge of the bed and he looks at you in awe, slowly sinking his knees lower as he approaches you until he's on the floor at your feet, throwing your legs over his shoulders before burying his face between them and sliding his tongue deep beneath your folds.

Your hands once again take residence in his hair, scooping it all to one side so you can watch his tongue fuck you before pulling out to lap your clit rapidly. One hand is rested on your inner thigh, ready to plunge his fingers inside of you whenever his tongue is focused on your clit, and the other rests on top of your other thigh, ready to rub at your clit in circles whenever his tongue is inside you. He manages to find the one spot that causes you to feel a euphoria you've never known before, with his tongue and with his fingers, and holy shit, does he know how to work it with them.

"Oh, my - Eddie," you groan, and you feel his chuckle vibrate against your core.

"You know, sweetheart, I believe the phrase people use is oh my god."

Groaning at the sensation, you cry, "Fuck, when you make me feel this good, what's the difference?"

Eddie's entire demeanour changes. He looks at you in a way that excites you from the inside out. Yearning becomes possessiveness, along with a confidence you've never seen to him. He ducks back down to ravish you with the fervour of a man on death row eating his last meal, still massaging your clit just as gently as before. All of it is enough for you to climax over your best friend's tongue, screaming a string of mixed encouragements and profanities in the process.

You barely have time to appreciate the look of his ecstatic face absolutely smothered in your juices before he stands up, licking all around his mouth and pulling his belt undone. "Get on your knees, on the floor," he commands, and you instantly comply, though your legs feel weak when you bear your weight onto them.

Eddie's jeans and boxers fly to the floor with an almighty thud, which almost distracts you from the sight of his hungry eyes on you as he lazily strokes his cock. Thick, but not painful-looking. Long, but enough to not let any go to waste. Pink at the tip, veins all around. Adorned with a bushy mess of hair. Just perfect. "Say it again," Eddie commands, his tone deeper, darker.

You look up at him with a genuinely innocent curiosity. "Say what?"

"Fuck, you - you calling me a - a god really fucked me up, just, please say it again."

Biting your lip in anticipation, knowing you could make him feel things he's never felt before with one sentence, you look up at him and grin, "Eddie Munson, you are a total sex god."

However, it's you who's enamoured as he groans, his hand moving faster than ever, twisting around his member as his free hand beckons you to kneel up higher. You do so and he commands, "Spit on it." You comply and sink back down to sit on your knees, knowing you now want nothing more than to follow Eddie's every word to a T. Maybe he is a sex god. Eddie holds his palm out flat beneath his cock to also spit on it himself, lubing himself up and moaning the whole time. You watch the way it moves and you feel your mouth start to fall open. He smirks when he notices, "Go on, see what happens."

You let your jaw drop and your tongue loll out wide and flat as you keep watching intently. Your whimper almost comes out as a full-on cry as he flicks his spit-drenched erection all across your face - except for on your tongue, where you craved for him to be inside of your mouth. In a desperate plea, you cry out, "Oh, p-please, fuck, I'll do anything!"

Eddie worries his lower lip beneath his teeth in contemplation for a beat. A fistful of your hair flies into one hand, pushing it back until you're looking up at him, your neck taut. He holds his cock just below your lower lip with the other hand. He looks down at you, his eyes so blown out that they look black, and with the most confident tone you've ever heard from him, he asks, "You gonna pray to me while you're on your knees? Devote every waking moment to worshipping me?"

"Y-yes, god." You expect to do a lot more convincing than that, but something about looking Eddie dead in the eye and calling him that has him sliding his head just over your lip gently before roughly pushing your head down and thrusting up until your nose is nestled amongst the wiry hair spread beneath. You quickly try to remember all the tricks you'd read in the magazines: squeezing your left thumb in your fist, focusing on breathing through your nose. You manage to stay long enough for Eddie to let out the most pornographic of moans before tapping out, to which he hurriedly takes himself out and looks at you with great concern.

You meet his gaze with an appreciative smile and a nod, completely ignoring the trail of drool still connecting you to him. Before he can say anything more, your hand is wrapped around him, pumping his cock with ease, "Gonna -" you pause for a second as you realise how gravelly your voice is after that, but continue - "gonna wake up, every day, n' worship your cock, however you want me." Eddie again grabs your hair, affectionately pushing your head around in all directions. Feeling a spike deep within your core at the sensation of your hair being pulled around too, you whine as you add, "'m gonna be there… Whenever, wherever you need me, an' - I'll only fall asleep while you're deep inside me, holding all your cum." Needing him in your mouth again, you suckle on his balls while playing your fingertips around them, too.

"Fuck," Eddie yells, "Alright, get back up, onto the bed, on your back." You don't need to be told twice. You practically launch yourself onto the mattress, the creaks of the springs foreshadowing the symphony you're about to create. He throws your legs upwards and outwards, and you silently comply with holding the backs of your knees as close to your shoulders as you can. You feel him trailing the tip of his head along your folds, so close. Your hips start to wriggle instinctively, but you hold back, seeing in Eddie's expression just how much he gets off to being in control. He notices and smirks, "Oh I know, aren't I being terrible… Is my sinful little slut resisting temptation for me?" You nod, and honestly, the way his toothy grin ever so slowly creeps along his face is the truly sinful act here. "Words, please."

"Y-yes, god, want you to fuck me, please," you beg. "Am I worthy now?"

"Always have been," he breathes before finally sliding into you. He feels so full, but effortlessly so. Like a key that finally presses all the lock mechanisms just right. And fuck, was he pressing all of you just right. "Yeah, I know, baby, I know," he soothes as you writhe against him, leaning over you to kiss down your jaw to your neck.

"Fuck, Eddie, wanted this for - so long," you mewl as your hips buck down onto him every time he pulls back.

"Yeah?" he smirks, knowing what you're craving and pulling out further every time before pushing in just as deeper. "My little pervert's been thinking about this, has she?" You look away bashfully, but he moves your face to look back at him. "Hey, hey," he soothes, "you know how hot that is, now I know? Because fuck knows how many wet dreams you've starred in."

He doesn’t give you the time to imagine him masturbating over the thought of you, all alone in this very bed. Angling himself to lean back just a little, he aims himself just at that part he was hitting with his tongue and his fingers earlier, that drove you wild. Your eyes roll back as your grip falters from your legs. You dig your fingertips into the mattress as you feel yourself starting to come apart once again. "Hnnn, fuck, I'm gonna - please, can I -?"

"Shit, I'm close, too. Ah fuck, look at you, look at me! Getting to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world, and she's my best friend? Fucking jackpot." He leans over you, fists pushing into the mattress either side of you, his nose barely touching yours, as he looks you deep in the eyes, his still blown into dark voids of total corruption. "Now c'mon, baby, tell me again. Who's your fucking god?"

You groan, "It's you, god, Eddie, god!" You clench around him just as you feel him filling you up, warm spurts of cum lining your insides. He stays inside of you, thrusting more and more gently until he eventually comes to a complete standstill.

He still remains inside you, hovering over you, but his tired expression is far softer. "Holy fucking shit," he breathes, "that was intense."

"Yeah," you admit, "but in a good way, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Eddie leans down to kiss you sweetly, gently. He caresses your face with a genuine adoration. "So, uh… If that's just a taste of what sex with you is like… Wanna bump that whole marriage thing up to next week?"

You reach up and cup his jaw, cocking your head. "Oh, sweetie. Go get us cleaned up, then find a suit. We're going to the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning."

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valenhell · 3 years

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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites.

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict. - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no.

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending.

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic.

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet.

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will.

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes.

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers.

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings.

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it.

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not.

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised.

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute.

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable.

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it.

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay.

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it.

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

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baejax-the-great · 2 years

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get to know people better meme

I was tagged by @johaeryslavellan and I think @hanarinhightown (like a million years ago).

Favorite colour: It shifts around but jewel tones generally. Green or purple more often than not.

Favorite food: Korean dumpling soup. Forgive my attempted spelling here--dukk mandu guk. Honestly dumplings of all kind make me happy, but that soup has become my comfort food.

Song stuck in your head: Saint Simon by the Shins. This song used to be stuck in my head all. the. time. Haven’t thought about it years. La da dum dum.

Last thing you googled: “what do they call high school in England.” I learned that the term “high school” came from Scotland originally, which is just... very random. Like no, high school did not make its way south to England, where they call it ‘secondary school,’ something that confused my American brain because we split school into three sections, instead it crossed the ocean and became the dominant term in the US. As an American Scot (aka not really a Scot at all), uhh, yay? I guess?

Time: 8:55am

Dream Trip: Morocco. Turkey. Mongolia. I have a lot of dreams. Honestly I’d find something to be excited about for pretty much anywhere in the world.

Last book you read: I just finished “Where the Crawdads Sing,” which was terrible. Hilarious once you learn the author is an ecofascist accessory to murder, though.

Last book you enjoyed reading: I’m currently reading Lavinia by Ursula Le Guin and I’m loving it. (Note: now my most recently googled thing is how to spell her name.)

Last book you hated reading: I feel like I’ve become a hater in my old age. I tried to read “The Silence of the Girls” but it was really bad. I also didn’t enjoy “The Buried Giant” and I thought I was going to =/

Favourite thing to cook/bake: Onion flatbread. It’s delicious. It’s a little fancy. It makes me happy.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: Is writing a craft? is pruning plants a craft?

Most niche dislike: Man, I so easily fall into being a hater. Here, recently I’ve gotten really into the houseplant reddit, and I can say I just don’t get the obsession with variegated monstera plants. Monstera are fun because they grow huge and provide greenery. The thai constellations and albo grow slowly, don’t get as big, and are just kinda ugly. I don’t get it.

Opinion on circuses now and in history: I was in a circus back in college (thus the username, lol). As long as there aren’t animals involved, circuses are fun, creative, impressive, entertaining... Who doesn’t want to see the limits of human flexibility? A lot of circus arts also don’t necessarily have competitions attached to them like other sports do, which I think is great for creativity, cooperation, and community.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I do have a pretty good sense of direction. I’ve traveled solo a lot. The most lost I ever was probably was in Italy, where people were super unfriendly and signage was nil. But the most upset I got while traveling wasn’t because I was lost, but rather because my train was late. I was in a small city in China, and my train didn’t get in until around midnight. Everything shuts down in small cities around 10pm, and when I got to my hostel, they had locked the door. They had a sign out to call them, but nobody answered. I called repeatedly and then just broke down crying, like, ugly sobbing, certain I wasn’t going to have anywhere to sleep that night. I ended up sitting on the steps of a church because there was a streetlight overhead (and churches were like... not a common thing there, it was so weird) and pulling out my book, hoping to just chill until dawn. LUCKILY a local took pity on me and did some sort of magic to make the hostel people open up the door. They weren’t even asleep? They just weren’t answering their phone. So around 1am I got a bed.

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Do it if it’s fun, ignore it if it’s not

#I am scottish only in that my ancestors got kicked tf out of scotland and told never to come back #a lot of nice people tagged me in things and sent asks and I just...#wasn't in the headspace I guess

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IDK if you're still taking requests or not, but the latest fix on D. Wayne was 😍🥰. For part 2 can you add the prompts 11 from fluff, 6 from angst and 20 from neutral pretty please?🥺🥺

Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎11- “Hey hey hey, it’s ok i’m here. It’s just me ok, you’re safe.” ᜊ6- “I don’t care about you anymore.” “i’m starting to think you never did.” ⚛︎20-“Please be quite, i can’t even hear myself losing my will to live.”

Summary: After the fight you had with Damian things have been tense but sometimes bottling up your emotions only make things worse (i can’t do summary’s to save my life) enemies-to-lovers because i’m a sucker for that shit

Warnings: Blood, swearing, kinda character death i guess, Damian being a dick as always, angsty teens being angsty teens

A/n: this is a part 2 but you can find part 1 here once again this took waaaay to long to write literally i could not figure out what to do but whatever because i did it and i’m proud of myself for it (Masterlist)

Word count: 3k jeez these are getting longer

Tag list: @battlenix @pleasestophoney wow look at that multiple tags

Part 1

Love and War pt2

Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced. The downs included 8 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.

Technically he's not your enemy. At least he’s not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldn’t be sure. You’d had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he'd sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didn’t go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.

You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you weren't going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days you'd figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didn't have to interact with him at all.

It wasn't until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldn't remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.

Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you'd gotten used to the large number of furniture that was there for no reason.

The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.

There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then you'd be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.

You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that he'd switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.

Damian's pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. Above all you hated that you didn't hate him as much as you used to.

You never realized how much you talked to him until you didn't. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadn't even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal but as you sat there staring at your book you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

After three to many nightmares where Damian got hurt, you finally realized how badly you needed him back. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.

"Look-"

"Damian-" you both spoke at the same time. "Sorry, you go first." You apologized.

"No you can go first." He replied almost nervously. That couldn't be right, he never got nervous.

"Uh I was just going to say, well i've been thinking lately,"

"You?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh haha really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second." He was not making this easy. "I know we haven't been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh." You couldn't find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. "You've just seemed... off, lately and if it has something to do with me-"

"It doesn't." He cut you off. "I'm not 'off' and even if I was you definitely wouldn't be the cause." His expression was blank but calculated.

"Well jeez you don't have to be so rude about it." You sneered back at him. "What were you trying to say anyway." So much for your apology.

"I've convinced father to change our partners." His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.

"You what?" You stood up. You couldn't believe he actually did that without talking to you first.

He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. "We don't work well together, you can't tell me you don't agree."

"I don't! We've been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr Freeze's death ray thingy." you exaggerated your point by waving our hands through the air. "We stopped those. Together. You can't just go around changing things without asking me first!" You were fuming.

"Sure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what I did, you just got in the way." he pointed at you.

Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of 'he did this she did that'. You were so sick of it. "That's bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I don't even want to be your partner anymore."

"Neither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!" He stared you down and if you weren't so fired up you'd probably be intimidated.

"God you're so annoying!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “You think you're so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality you're exactly like the rest of us!"

What were you doing? This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldn't help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didn't want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation you'd had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.

"I'm going to prove that i'm better than you. I'll do it on my own too!" You told him.

"Go ahead and try! You can do whatever you want because I don't care about you anymore."

You stepped back, stood as tall as you could without going on your tiptoes and took a breath. "I'm starting to think you never did." You said calmly, it seemed to catch him off guard and he didn't retaliate. You grabbed your book and turned towards the door. Dick was standing there, completely still and staring at you and Damian.

"Woah." He said awkwardly. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation he'd just stumbled on.

You pushed past him and into the hallway. Tears were building up in the corners of your eyes so you had to move fast, the last thing you needed right now was for them to see you cry.

Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. "I can't believe her," he muttered to himself. "I'm starting to think you never did. That doesn't even make sense."

"Because... you do care about her?" Dick asked. It probably wasn't the best choice of words.

Damian looked back at him with an almost offended expression. "That's ridiculous! I don't care about her, that was basically the whole point of our conversation."

"Was that a conversation? The part of that 'conversation' I saw seemed more like her yelling at you and then you... yelling back." He stated the obvious.

"That was completely her fault," Damian defended. He seemed angry but it wasn't his usual kind. Usually it was directed at someone or something and usually that thing would get acquainted with his katana but this time he was mad at himself and he couldn't understand why. "I don't care about her." He repeated quietly almost trying to remind himself more than anything.

You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but the universe had other plans. 3 hours, 5 episodes of your favorite show, and a nest made of blankets later you got a call from Tim asking you to come to the cave.

He didn't tell you why he needed you, he just said to meet him in the lower level of the cave so when you got there you were very surprised to find him and Damian standing in the hallway. You groaned internally and considered turning around and just walking away but Tim spotted you before you could. Damian's back was to you so he didn't know who it was until he turned around and you saw his face fall.

'Nice to see you too asshole' You thought to yourself, walking over to stand near him but still keeping your distance. "What did you need?" You asked, wanting to get out of there as soon as humanly possible. You kept your eyes ahead trying not to look at Damian and you had the feeling he was doing the same.

The entire mood of the dimly lit hallway had shifted from the moment you locked eyes with him and the tension was noticeable. Tim looked between the two of you before clearing his throat and bringing the attention back to him. "I actually don't need anything."

"So then why did you call telling me to come down here?" Damian asked, clearly annoyed that Tim was wasting his time.

Tim smirked in response and opened the door before Jason, who was behind you apparently, pushed you both into the room before either of you could react. You landed on top of Damian with a grunt. Once you realized you were on top of him you felt your cheeks turn red and you stood up quickly. You could have sworn you saw the slightest bit of a blush on him but you were too preoccupied with the now locked door to think about too much.

"Ok love birds here's the deal, you're petty hormone fueled fighting is driving us crazy and now we're doing something about it." Jason told you from the other side of the small glass window. "We said you were gonna lock you in a room until you figured out how to get along and now we're following through." he smirked.

"I swear to god if you lock me in this room with him," you motioned towards Damian, "I will drop kick you into the sun."

"If you let us out now maybe I won't kill you," Damian threatened alongside you.

"Maybe if you’d learned to talk to each other like normal people you wouldn’t be here in the first place," Tim said. "We'll be back after patrol so you've got about," he looked at his watchless wrist "4ish hours. Have fun." And with that they both walked away.

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWA- and they're gone. Dammit." You cursed and hit the steel door which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. "Shit," You shook your hand.

"Well that was just stupid," Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didn't pull away or even really register what he was doing.

"Oh i'm sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?" you sneered back. "What even is this place anyway," You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.

"A containment cell for metas, we haven't used it for a while so the power blockers are probably turned off." he told you before releasing your hand. "You definitely bruised it but you'll be fine."

You reluctantly thanked him and turned back to the door to see if you could get it open somehow. "Ok so how do we get out?"

"We don't."

You flipped around, surprised to hear him give up without even trying. "You're kidding right? There's gotta be some way out of here. We're superheros, a few walls can't hold us,” you exclaimed. “Can't you use those ninja skills you're so proud of and like... kick it down, or something?" You watched him walk to the back of the small cell and sit down on the floor.

"No," he replied simply. "This room was built to hold the most dangerous people in Gotham and I don't know if you've noticed but we don't have any of our gear." He glared at you and you rolled your eyes.

"So we're just supposed to wait here until they get back? We can't just sit here all night," You tried to convince him to do... anything really.

"Well if you're so keen on getting out then let's hear your genius plan," He leaned forward with all the smugness of billionaires son, daring you to say something. "That's what I thought. Now will you please be quiet, I can't even hear myself losing my will to live."

"Fine whatever we'll just stay here in complete silence," You muttered sarcastically under your breath. Damian remained quiet as you started pacing back and forth but you could tell he was watching you.

After pacing for about 30 minutes you realized how tired you were from training so hard the past couple of days and sat down in the corner. You spent so much time over the last week worrying about Damian that you hadn't let yourself relax long enough to get any real rest. The little sleep you did manage to get mostly turned to nightmares.

At first you didn't even realize you were asleep. It all looked real enough except for the fact that you'd somehow been transported to a rooftop. You scanned your surroundings but everything was just slightly out of focus so you couldn't tell exactly where you were. When you turned around you saw him. Damian was there, and behind him was a shadowy sort of silhouette.

The shadow raised a knife and you realized what was happening. You tried to warn him, you tried to scream or yell or move but it was no use. The knife plunged into Damians back and you were helpless to stop it. You felt the pain he felt, you felt the blade slice through you. Finally you could move again but it was too late. The shadow disappeared but you didn't care about it, all you wanted to do was get to Damian. You ran forward but it was like running through water, your body moved in slow motion and you watched the blood start to pool underneath him.

Suddenly you were falling. Damian was gone, the roof was gone, everything was gone, it was just you and a black abyss trying to swallow you up. You screamed again but no noise came out, it was like all the air was being sucked from your lungs. It was silent and dark and empty nothingness until you saw a faint light. Then you heard something, your name being repeated, someone calling you and then you were pulled out of the void.

You shot up and gasped for air and frantically looked around but your eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. You heard a familiar soothing voice pulled you farther out of your trance.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok i'm here." The voice was calm and concerned at the same time. "It's just me ok, you're safe," Rough hands gently turned your head and the first thing you saw clearly was a pair of worried green eyes. You're breathing slowed and you're heart nearly skipped a beat.

Wrapping your arms around his chest you pulled him closer. He hesitated for a moment before folding you into his embrace. It was soft and delicate and it seemed like he was scared of holding you too tightly. Neither of you said anything else, you just sat there on the floor of a meta containment cell in each other's arms.

Time stood still and you finally admitted the truth to yourself. The real reason you hated Damian was because you loved him.

A/n: might fuck around and make a part 3 with the classic “because i love you!” confession scene

#love and war #batboys x reader #dc x reader #robin x reader #writing fanfic #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x y/n #writing fanfiction #damian wayne #dc characters #dc writers #enemies to lovers #enemies-to-lovers #damian my poor trauma boi #damian wayne supremacy #part 2 #love and war pt2 #pt2

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