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lumosatnight · 6 months

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23 Fic Recs 2023!

This year has definitely been a year. I've devoured so many wonderful fics by so many amazing authors. Thank you @hprecfest for the super fun rec categories and for some fic inspiration! Here are 23 fics that I read and loved in 2023 (although some are quite a few years older) ordered by ship.

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 DRARRY 💫

1. A post-canon fic

The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto (gayrights420) [Drarry, E, 80.4k] 🌼🔥 I had the absolute pleasure of beta-ing for this fic, so when I say it is amazing, it truly is just that. Fast burn on the smut via Floo sex, slow burn on the in-person falling in love. Satisfying in all the best possible ways.

2. A fic that made me laugh

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish [Drarry, M, 4.3k] 🌼📲 Draco on a reddit forum is hilarious just on its own, but the banter and formatting really bring this fic to life. Amazingly creative, had me in stitches!

3. A comfort fic

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered [Drarry, E, 12.0k] 💔⏳ An oldie but a goodie. I constantly find myself coming back to this fic and having my mind blown every single time. Time travel timey-wimey angst.

4. A fic with art

Dating Draco - A Visual Game by @itsphantasmagoria [Drarry, M, Video Game] 🌼🎮 This is a fic in video game form!! Amazing art and lovely story where YOU get to make the choices for Drarry's happily ever after.

5. A favorite series

The Journal of Dreadful Things by @lilbeanz [Drarry, G, 112k, WIP] 🌼📖 Hilarious, witty, AND COMES WITH ART!! Lilbeanz draws and writes a wonderfully delightful series starting from Draco's First Year. His characterization had me in hysterics. Book 4 is starting soon!

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💫 COMMON SHIPS 💫

6. Fic with the hottest smut

Moonstruck by @prettyremus [Wolfstar, E, 3.8k] 🔥🐺 Found this gem while scrolling through the werewolf smut tag (don't judge me). I love the switch in dynamic with Sirius taming Remus's wolf through, ahem, rough sex.

7. An unreliable narrator fic

Sea of White by @dividawrites [Harrymort, E, 8.6k] 🔥🤍 Deliciously hot, creepy, and strangely sweet. Love their dynamic here, the unrestrained lust. Harrymort "die" and lose their memories, so, of course, then they bang.

8. A fic that made me cry

Far Apart, Far Away by @unmistakablyoatmeal [Hinny, minor Drarry, T, 1.6k] 💔💍 Infidelity angst has never been this good. I love the layers of emotion in this fic. Quick punchy sections that really pulled me in.

9. A Muggle(?) AU fic

Pleasant Hope by @ac1d6urn, @sinick [Snarry, E, 41.6k] 💔⛪️ Pastor Severus!! The angst, pining, and self-discovery in this fic is superb! I love the interwoven magic and detailed world-building of this little town.

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💫 RARE PAIRS 💫

10. A fav amongst faves

The Last Trial of Peter Pettigrew by @sleepstxtic [Prongstail, M, 20.8k] 💔 🐀 Holy moly, this fic!!!! Is this my new favorite fic?? Possibly. The concept is brilliant, so creative and nuanced. The Peter character study using outsider perspectives is genius. Seamlessly balances canon and new scenes.

11. A pre-canon fic

Careless by @tax-onomic [Luther, E, 1.5k] 🔥🪞 Lucius/Arthur my beloved rare pair!! I am captain of the Luther ship, and Tax's fic hits all the right spots. The pining, the sniping, the prickly personalities with emotional vulnerability underneath! And all in the middle of a hot smut scene. Perfect.

12. A canon-compliant fic

Scottish by thepadfoots [Chedric, G, 749] 💔🌟 Lovely Cho character study focused around her Asian identity and the boy she loved.

13. A fic rated G (more like T though)

Lion-Hearted Girl by MinnieQuill (odainath) [Minmione, G, 4.5k] 💔🦁 I know the large age gap might scare some, but their relationship feels very organic in this fic. The setting is grim, but there is always hope in the darkness!

14. A fic rated T

You're So Vane by @patriceavril [Romelina, T, 6.8k] 🌼💄Romilda is so delightfully characterized, I was smiling through the entire fic. Angelina is the perfect foil (and love interest) to Romilda's attentions.

15. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)

Snakeskin by @cntrl15 [Bellastoria, E, 3.7k] 🔥👠 Talk about a rare pair! Astoria/Bellatrix only has 2 tagged fics on AO3: this fic and the drabble I wrote based on it. But read this fic, and you'll see why I felt the need to write more in this universe.

16. A fest fic

Master of None by @nanneramma [Snormac, G, 5.5k] 🌼🧘 Severus is so wonderfully cranky, and Cormac is fine AF. The surprise pairing of 2023 that I never knew I needed and now I'm obsessed with!

17. An under-rated fic

Sun, Shadow, Shade by @naomijameston [Snuna, G, 700] 🌼☀️ Post-war fluff. Sunshine Luna is the perfect match for sullen Snape. A short and sweet fic for this underrated ship.

18. A canon-divergent fic

but somebody's gotta do it by nocturn [Pangulus, T, 920] 😄🧟‍♂️ This fic will make you say WTF but also huh, okay that totally works. The concept is WILD but Lyra executes it wonderfully. Pansy drags Regulus out of the inferi lake and they flirt a little while he gets de-corpsified lol.

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💫 POLY SHIPS 💫

19. A dark fic

In his embrace by @loneamaryllis [Snarrymort, het!Snarry, E, 48k] ⚡️👀 Dark and dirty but so so good. A Voldemort Wins AU where fem!Harry is taken as prisoner. Snape's mindset as he tries to save her (and is forced to rape her) is so twisted and mesmerizing. Mind the tags!

20. A thought-provoking fic

Icarus by @thistlecatfics [Millvansy, M, 20.0k] 💔🍾 War trauma, addiction, codependency! This fic is messy with emotions but has a strong, beating heart underneath. I am in love with Parvati as she deals with Pansy's addiction and Millicent's denial — three beautiful, imperfect girls.

21. A holiday fic

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose [Dronarry, E, 17.0k] 🔥⛱ HOLY FREAKING FUCK!! The sexual tension in this fic is off the freaking charts. Drarry seducing Ron while on vacation in Portugal. Sign me the fuck up!

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💫 GEN 💫

22. A favorite fic under 5k

The Scrunchie by @saintsenara [Lightning Era Girls, G, 4.5k] 💖👭 Such a lovely look into some of the female background characters, all following the path of a single scrunchie. Lisa, Padma, Parvati, Hannah, Sally-Anne.

23. A fic with an ending I can't stop thinking about

Through the Middlegame by @sandervansunshine [Astoria & Peter, T, 6.6k] 💔♜ Devastating, heart-wrenching, tragic. 10000% would recommend. Kylee has already heard me screaming in the servers about this fic. If I could get a fic tattooed straight onto my brain, this would be it.

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💫 BONUS RECS! 💫

A podfic

Plenitude by @wilfriede, written by eldritcher [Amelmione, M, 14 min] 💔🥀 Amazing voices, amazing music, amazing ambience. Wilfriede really brings one of my fav Hermione/Amelia Bones fics to life in this podfic!

A comic

War Prize by @mrviran [Snegulus, Reggiemort, M, Comic, WIP] ☠️🐍 The panels are awe-inspiring. I am HOOKED on this comic. The murder and the TENSION. Ughhhhh so good. I am so invested in Severus's arc!!

A self-rec (completely self-indulgent)

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight [Snarry, E, 7.1k] 🔥✝ My first time writing Snarry! Priest Kink, church sex, and blasphemous religious imagery. Priest Severus is oh-so-tempted by Teen Harry. So fun to write and even more fun to go back and read as a guilty pleasure.

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⚡️ Want more fics to read? ⚡️

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Year in Reading, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

#2023 fic recs #hprecfest2023 #year in reading #hp rec list #drarry #wolfstar #harrymort #hinny #snarry #prongstail #minmione #snuna #dronarry #lumosinthelibrary #2023

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aeshiiteiru · 1 year

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I’m so sorry if this make you uncomfortable or this is stupid😔 but i would like to request when s/o slaps tecchou, chuuya and Dazai’s ass

My Peach!

— s/o slaps their butt ft. O. Dazai, N. Chuuya, S. Tetchou

— Warnings & Notes

sfw? | Crack

|| It was quite fun to write! I didn’t feel uncomfortable with it at all! It was a very funny and interesting request so thank you! I hope you like it and sorry for the long wait. I didn’t know how to approach it at first because none of my previous ideas was good enough, but here we are! As you can see, with each character the story got longer lmao

|| Gn! Reader, Pre-established relationship in Dazais’ part, lots of mentions regarding their butts, Thicc Tetchou, Door flat Dazai, Nice average Chuuya!

m.list | writing rules

— Dazai

It wasn't often that the ADA office experienced a calm day. So it's understandable that you felt annoyed when your disruptive and bothersome coworker entered and started creating havoc in the workplace. As you turned to face Kunikida, you could already see the outraged-induced exceptionally visible vein on his forehead. Dazai started toward his workspace but stopped mid-step as he moved toward Kunikida. You were already annoyed when he bragged, "Kunikida-kun, you'll never believe what happened today! I nearly convinced that lovely, elegant waitress from the café below to commit double suicide with me! Can you believe it? It's the best day of my life!" He clapped, making you even angrier. Hearing these things repeatedly made you envious because you really liked him. Particularly given that he never paid attention to you or expressed the same level of interest in you as he did with all these other women, leaving you with the impression that you are either not his type or that you are too uninteresting for him. You and Kunikida both had to give up after listening to his blathering for another five minutes, so you got up and walked over to him. Simply following him while listening to him speak until he notices you. Kunikida, who was about to strike his annoying coworker, yelled, "Dazai, this is highly inappropriate; stop it right away!", but Dazai wasn’t having any of it, he only continued. “But how can I?! She is like an angel! Who knows, maybe I'll be able to have some fun before we pass away together! I mean, she has such a decent as-" Suddenly the room became quiet. There was only a loud slapping noise that rang in everyone's ears and caught everyone's attention. Dazai turned to face you in shock. With a hurt look on your face, you were clinging to your hand. Still unable to believe it actually happened, searching for clarification, he asked, "Did- did you just slap my ass?". "Uh, no doubt, and I unquestionably regret it; it's so flat I think I broke my hand, and with such a flat ass, I'm sure that waitress won't do anything with you.", you mumbled as you walked back to your desk.

Your words clearly gave him a little ego-bruise.

Everyone was laughing, and even Kunikida had a small grin on his face. Dazai unquestionably recognized you, even if you slightly damaged your hand in the process, Dazais' interest was piqued after the impromptu mission was completed.

— Chuuya

You were walking down a hallway inside the administrative building of the port mafia.' It was an ordinary day for everyone. No major obligations, no appointments, and surprisingly little communication from your significant other. The plan was for Chuuya to meet you in the hallway. He forgot his lunch and asked you to buy him something, and as the amazing partner you were, how could you possibly let him starve? So, with some goodies in one hand and your phone in the other, you roamed around, waiting for him to show up. Periodically, you checked your phone to see if he had texted you with an update on his location or expected arrival time. You soon noticed a very slight vibration in your hand. The onset of a massage. Chuuya.

—Come on, doll, I'm in my office. —

You smiled softly at the pet name, though you were a little irritated that he hadn't told you about it earlier. A few subordinates greeted you as you passed them on the way to his office out of respect as you moved forward. The closer you got to his office as you made your way down the hallway, the louder it grew. Chuuya regularly yelled insults at everything. Occasionally, you would want to clean his mouth with soap after he fell asleep. In any case, you quickly knocked on the wooden door while you waited for him to cool off and quietly say, "Come in."

You welcomed him as you opened the door with a tepid smile on your face. "I got you lunch, my love. You seem to be quite stressed, so I thought maybe we could eat together.", you noted as you walked inside, closing the door behind you. In order to meet you halfway, he only scoffed before rising from his chair. “My subordinates give me reports that sound like they're written by five-year-olds. Let's not even begin to dwell on the stress that goes with it.", he sighed, and all you did was smile softly and extend your arms to embrace him. With a warm embrace, he hugged you tightly and accepted the closure with clemency. He was completely exhausted."I swear, I'll blow up this place if another person comes here and sends back such a horrifying report.", he murmured into your shoulder before releasing your hold and turning to return to his desk. Your hand had already landed on his butt before you even considered it. You enthusiastically exclaimed, "I'm sure you'll be fine!". However, soon after, your boyfriend let out a yelp and turned to look at you with a bewildered expression, which made you realize something isn't right. Only after trying to make connections did you look down and notice that your hand was on his butt. You just smacked your boyfriend in the behind. You quickly retrieved your hand with a gasp, now looking back at him in shock. You tried to apologize and say, "I'm so sorry; I don't know why I did that!," but what was done was done. He feigned coughing as he attempted to gather himself and cover up the faint blush that had crept up his cheeks. “It’s…fine.” He replied, turning around so you wouldn't see how embarrassing it was for him, "Let's just act like this never happened, and don't you dare tell anyone about it!". He actually liked it. Even though he would never tell you, he enjoyed it.

— Tetchou

You were in the office with other hunting dogs. There was no need to leave, but there was a lot of paperwork on that day. Everything was going as usual, Teruko was annoying Tachihara, who was just trying to get his shit done, while Jouno was very close to throwing your boyfriend out the window for another stupid thing he said. Everything would’ve been fine, if not for the fact you couldn’t concentrate on work at all. It all started when you and your boyfriend Tetchou were at home getting ready for work. You really needed to grab something from the bathroom, but what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was just finishing his shower. So, it was clear that once you entered the bathroom you were met with a little confused Tetchou who was drying his hair with a towel. Obviously, since he was using his towel to dry his hair, his whole body was exposed. That’s when you noticed how juicy and nice his butt was. Honestly, you felt quite jealous after seeing it. But that brings you to the present moment, sitting at your desk, shamelessly staring at your boyfriends' ass at work. It was very obvious, so Teruko and Tachihara very quickly noticed it and as the troublemakers they were, they shouted in Tetchous' direction, snitching on you. He only turned around, taking a look at you with confusion. “Y/n, why are you staring at my butt? Do I have something on there?”, he asked, taking a look at his own butt to answer his own question. You on the other hand got embarrassed after being called out like this. You sent a threatening stare in Teruko and Tachiharas' direction, but they didn’t even notice it, too busy laughing at this situation. Jouno was making gagging noises, showing pure disgust on his face at what he heard. “Keep that behind closed doors, pervert.”, he commented, making you even more embarrassed. Tetchou took a look at you again and made his way to your desk. You didn’t even have time to react before he stood next to you, leaning down to face you. “You’re all red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”, he asked, seeming concerned. This only made you facepalm. How can someone be this oblivious to everything. “You know, I don’t mind you looking. I mean, you are my s/o, if you’re into that I’m fine with it.”, he tried to reassure you, but each word made it even worse. Everyone thought you were a pervert now. The worst thing was that you still couldn’t help yourself but take a peak at his butt when he turned around to look at Jouno who judged everyone severely. Before you could rethink it, you gave in to your desires and gave his butt a nice, hard slap. That shocked everyone, including you. Teruko and Tachihara immediately stopped laughing, looking at you in disbelief. Jouno was even more disgusted, if that was even possible. The slap was so powerful that he could hear it and connect the dots. Tetchou only turned around to look at your surprised expression, looking absolutely clueless. “…dear, did you just…spank me? What was the reason?”, he asked, awaiting your explanation. You just stared at him, it was as if time stopped, only the feeling of his soft, juicy ass lingering on your hand from the slap. You just wanted to squeeze his butt cheeks on the spot, but immediately rejected that idea. “It’s so nice, I couldn’t help myself. ”, you admitted, catching him off guard and making the troublemakers laugh at you harder than ever before. You knew that this event would be a lasting memory for you throughout your career, but you didn't care. You didn’t regret what you did and immediately planned doing it again once the two of you are in the comfort of your shared home.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd tetchou #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #tetchou x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #tetchou suehiro #bsd x reader #bsd crack #let’s start a go fund me for dazai to get a bbl

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laviesu · 5 days

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⁰¹ profiles: 50% discount on souls

HAECHAN is the main character and we are all living in world. Seriously, the ego on this guy will make heads turn but fortunately for him, he has the skills to back up talking big game. Used to be part of the soccer team but dropped out after sophomore year when he saw a pretty flyer for the music club. Ninety nine percent of his life's decisions are just impulses. The professors have a love-hate relationship with him—he can go the whole sem without showing up to a single class and still somehow uphold a decent GPA. For him, life is the biggest joke so he tries to at least make it one that others can get a kick out of.

High school valedictorian MARK didn't realize college is a whole different ball park when signing up for a bazillion clubs on top of volunteer work. Senior music theory major Mark would like to say a few choice words to him. He's basically the overlapping part of a venn diagram between random information and caffeine. Him and Haechan go way back, having gone to the same schools since elementary. And despite the one-year gap, Mark somehow acquired a human-sized ball of snark and optimism for days. Is in cohorts with the entire student population in Kwangya Uni.

The overachiever label has tailed him since middle school and over time it's become less offensive and more annoying for RENJUN. A fine arts major working as a barista to afford student rent. It doesn't help that his—very loud—group of friends have turned his minimum wage workplace into their ticket for free coffee. Is on first name basis with the Dean from how much he shows up to complain about a broken showerhead or workshops being cut short. Met Haechan through Mark who was in his Linguistics elective and they've never stopped bickering ever since the "pineapple on pizza" debate.

At first glance, JENO could kind of see why people perceived him as stoic or aloof but truly, that couldn't be farthest from the truth. Growing up, he had maybe two friends he could be considered close to, but even those connections were cut once college began. With nothing to occupy the time between classes and his whacky sleep schedule, he ended up joining a dance studio, coming across a classmate, the peculiar creature named Haechan on the first day. After bonding over Overwatch and League, their online hangouts became convenience store runs in the dead of night if one of them hadn't passed out after going days without rest.

JAEMIN actually takes great pleasure in being dubbed as the 'mom friend' of the group but beware, he's by no means better than the rest. Yes, he might nag at the obvious health concern that some of his friends' lifestyles are, but he will also egg them on into downing the nastiest party concoctions on a Tuesday night. With his obsession over cats—animals in general, really—it was no wonder he'd take the veterinary route. If only his teacher's had warned him of the danger that pre-med coursework is... He's oddly very perceptive and his oddities can rival Haechan's, the very reason they clicked so well during orientation. Then again, if one's going east, the other just has to go west.

The textbook definition of goody-two-shoes, KARINA, unlike her peers was expected to have her life figured out at the ripe age of eighteen. So imagine everyone's surprise when she dropped an acceptance into SNU's law program to attend Kwangya as a business major. Ironically, the most organized being in the planet wants to start an entrepreneurship where nothing but risks rule the game. Perhaps it's a good thing she stumbled upon the ace of rash decision-making in the form of Lee Haechan... and the bright red campus fountain that he'd somehow convinced her to dump paint into in the name of creativity.

Half the students are lowkey terrified of GISELLE because nobody knows which personality will come out to play that day. Once you get into her circle though, you're never getting out (that might or might not be a threat). She's everyone's go-to person in every imaginable scenario. Want to go clubbing on a weekday? She's already driving to yours. Need a post-breakup movie marathon? Giselle is there with ice-cream and takeout. Want to hide a body? Say less. That's probably how she started becoming an accomplice in Haechan's elaborate schemes starting first year since nothing—absolutely nothing—is better than watching people get what they deserve.

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grey-gazania · 5 months

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End of Year Fic Recs

Tagged by @sallysavestheday and @polutrope

I tag everyone tagged here and anyone else who hasn't done this yet!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

This was difficult!

Multi-Chapter/Series

We Will Make This Place Our Home by @leucisticpuffin, which is my new comfort fic and has A+ kidnap fam characterization.

Gloom, Doom and Maedhros by @hhimring, which I've been dipping in and out of since approximately 2011 and which never ceases to impress me.

Elegy for Numenor by @elfscribe. Not the kind of story I generally get into, but Scribe's OCs are vividly drawn and have captured my heart.

Maglor is an Eldritch Horror by @thescrapwitch. Who doesn't love a touch of horror in their fanfiction? Part 11 (Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark) is a particular favorite.

The Importance of Peer Review by @sallysavestheday, a series of Finrod-centric comic stories that never fails to make me howl with laughter.

One-shots

Tender Morsels by @sallysavestheday, which depicts a delicious and unsettling yet tender moment between my OTP among OTPs, Fingon/Maedhros.

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf by @emyn-arnens. The author's note says "Rest in pieces, Eöl," and that is a sentiment I will always endorse. This also includes some wonderfully perilous Celegorm characterization.

Ilimbë by @thelordofgifs. This is everything I ever wanted out of a Fëanor/Nerdanel courtship story, and the characterization is utter perfection.

A Damnable Spot by @imakemywings. Kidnap fam with an extra helping of creepy! I think Elwing deserves to haunt Maglor a little bit. As a treat.

And a bonus two-for-one, because they're by two different authors but they go together: Desperation and Defeat by @elentarial and Maiar Hate This Simple Trick by @zealouswerewolfcollector. I'm a big fan of both humor and Celebrimbor/Narvi, so these both absolutely delighted me.

Oldies

Home from the War by @hhimring. Himring wrote this as a gift for me back in 2020, and it remains my favorite Círdan character study of all time.

Ain Melir Den Urui by Thranduil Oropherion Redux/Randy_O (whom I don't believe is on Tumblr). This Last Alliance themed send-up of Some Like It Hot dates back to 2011, and it's one of my go-to fics for when I'm feeling blue and need a good belly laugh.

Touch of a Vanished Hand by @elfscribe, from 2010. I love Scribe's character study of a younger, more hot-headed Elrond meeting his brother's descendants in the aftermath of the sinking of Numenor.

Winter's Drums by @lucifers-cuvette, from 2014. I absolutely adore Pandë's take on Sauron and Celebrimbor's relationship, and this deeply unsettling but evocative ficlet is one I've returned to many times.

Trinity, also by @lucifers-cuvette, which is from 2007, pre-dating my entry into the Silmarillion fandom. It was the first of Pandë's stories that I read and was my introduction to her amazing Pandë-verse.

Mine

Ill News, a Second Age kidnap fam aftermath fic that I initially posted as a one-shot in 2022. But an enthusiastic commenter inspired me to expand on it, so I added a second chapter in 2023. There's at least one more chapter to come, assuming I ever overcome my current case of writer's block.

Loyalty: A Tale in Three Voices, which is the WIPmost likely to kill me one day. I have a deep and abiding affection for the House of Ulfang, and this is the result of that.

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star, my ongoing early-days kidnap fam WIP. I'm enjoying exploring the relationships between both sets of brothers.

Maps, my Thangordim rescue Fingon/Maedhros WIP with a heavy serving of Caranthir. I'll readily admit that this fic has been an exercise in pantsing all the way and that I have no idea where I'm going with it, but the journey has been fun!

I made several updates to Woman King this year, which is my fem!Gil-galad WIP (sometimes affectionately referred to as the Girl-galad WIP, because I love stupid puns). This is by far my least popular series but it is also my favorite to write, because like all writers I have tropes that I love, and Rule 63 is one of them. Tolkien's works are an undeniable sausage fest and we need more ladies.

#dash games #fic recs

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greetingfromthedead · 4 months

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Womanizer (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: You've been traveling with Vash for a little while and with your current circumstances end up sharing a room. Turns out the confined space affects Vash in strange ways and he has turned on his charm to try and seduce you.

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: For everyone

Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Banter, Butterflies, I Have Never Been Good At Tagging Stuff

Word count: 2.3k

Author's Note: I said I would post this chapter for Valentine's Day or when I have my next mental breakdown. Well, it's not V-Day and while I do have a mental breakdown, this is different. I am vibrating with excitement as I can smell the finish line of Tempest Wind. There are only a few more chapters left to write, one rewrite and then a whole lot of editing. BUT I am nearly there and I can't wait to publish it for all to read! I will make the announcement for the release date soon! Follow me for more updates!

The bathroom door opens and you turn your gaze away from the window as you sit on the wide bed, your legs pulled against your chest. You see Vash exiting the small room, his hair still damp, but he wears a clean change of clothes. You see a pile of dirty laundry on the floor behind him. He looks a bit more cheered up from the refreshing shower.

"Okay, your turn. I'll deal with my laundry later. Hope you don't mind it being on the floor." he smiles awkwardly.

"Only under one condition... You have to do me a favor." you feel weird for what you're about to ask him.

"Anything," he assures with a neutral expression.

"Uhm. I... I need a change of clothes and I... I don't... well... you know... I don't want to go speak to people... on my own." you add the last part solely because you don't want to sound like a complete wimp.

"Oh, no problem!" he's like a cheerful puppy, "Well, one problem. I saw the place where they trade for clothes and the woman already closed shop. I was thinking that you might need some new stuff so I kept my eyes open."

"Oh well, guess I'll just be nude then while my clothes dry," you say quietly knowing what reaction this would get out of him. And you are completely right: he immediately goes red in the face.

"While I have nothing against it at all, I think I have a spare shirt in my bag I kept clean for emergencies." he mumbles out, too much of a goody two shoes to leave you in a situation where your options were to wear dirty and torn clothes or to be naked. He digs through his bag, throwing more dirty clothes into the bathroom and finally pulls out another black turtleneck. He gives it a sniff and then throws it at you. "No pants tho, not that they would fit you well anyway."

"Thank you." You catch the shirt and smile at him. You know his shirt is big and long enough for you to wear as a short dress. You keep it against your chest like a treasure when you get up and pick up the other stuff the hotel provides for your wash. As you pass Vash he gives you a gentle smile and you see it in his eyes too.

You lock the bathroom door and throw off your dirty clothes. The wounds in your stomach and chest are all healed up. You get into the shower and turn on the water. You let out a sigh and get to cleaning off the dirt and dried blood on your skin. It feels nice to be clean, your hair detangled and free of debris. You stand there for a little while, letting the water wash away the past. You wake from your daze and realize you're just wasting water so you get out and dry yourself off completely before pulling Vash's turtleneck on.

Everything is too big on you and it makes you chuckle. Vash doesn't look like a large person under his coat, but he has wide shoulders and a muscular physique, not to mention he is tall with long limbs. You roll up the sleeves to your elbows and pull down the shirt a bit more, it's halfway to your knees. You feel the thick fabric against your skin and smell the collar. It is clean, but has still a faint scent that you are used to smelling on Vash.

You unlock the door and step out. The room is lit by the sunshine coming in from the window, the brightest spot being the table underneath it. Vash is sitting there and has taken apart his gun to give it a clean, his supplies scattered around. He turns to look at you when you step into the bedroom and lets out a whistle.

"I'd offered you my clothes a lot sooner had I realized how well they suit you." Vash's voice is joyous and almost too innocent. He stands up to come closer. You don't move and only look at him with curiosity. As he stands toe to toe with you he looks at you for a moment longer before taking off his sunglasses and turning them around to place them on your nose. "Great, you're only missing my coat and then you can go off and be Vash the Stampede."

"Funny man," you reply, voice neutral, "I'm missing a few key characteristics... like the desire to get shot."

"Your words sting, woman!" he says with a hurt expression and a condescending tone, but a smile lingers on the corner of his mouth.

"Even so, I'm sure "Vash the Stampede spotted running around with no pants on!" would be a catchy headline." you look at him through the orange glasses, he and the whole room seems sunnier, happier, filled with warmth.

"No, don't think so, it didn't turn many heads last time, but with you things might be different." he laughs, a genuine smile on his face and it makes your heart lighter. It makes you glad seeing him like this, every moment he seems happy makes you proud and you want to squeeze him tight as a sign of it. He hasn't told you much about his past and he doesn't need to, you know he has suffered a lot and still does, the pain of it painted on his face when he thinks you can't see.

"You are a ladies man, aren't you? A womanizer, a skirt chaser if you will." you say, looking up at him like you accuse him of something.

"What makes you say that? Are my charms working on you?" He seems almost too proud of it and you slowly shake your head with a sigh, a smile lingering on your lips, "What? Are you too embarrassed to admit I have game?"

"You are a tease. Probably the most un-serious person I've ever come across." you look him in the eyes, "And somehow, also the most serious, unshakable soul. You are an intriguing contradiction."

"Is it so hard to admit a simple truth?" he has a very playful expression on his face as he leans closer, you don't think you have seen him like this before.

"I'd rather get shot at than admit something like that." you joke, not shying away from him.

"Ouch."

Your arms yearn to reach out to him, to pull him closer, but instead you step around him, one of your arms nudging his as you pass and go to sit at the table to look at the weapon on it. You haven't seen it this close up before. You pick a piece of it up, you aren't even sure where it would go, never before have you held a gun in any form, they always made you feel uneasy, how they are able to take a life from afar.

"You call me unshakable? You're more stubborn than a tomas." Vash whispers right behind you, his breath moving your hair and sending a shiver up your back. He lets out a laugh as you turn around, one hand over the spot his air had tickled.

"You're so annoying." you blurt out, still looking at him through the orange glasses. His face is so close to yours even though you are leaning back a bit.

"Yet you still stick around." he laughs, a glimmer in him making your heart burst. "I'm not complaining, Sweet Pea."

"Insufferable. Do confined spaces always make you like this? I don't remember you acting up under the open desert sky. You were very civil." you say calmly, still teasing him.

"It's not the confined space that does me like this. No, no, it's probably you wearing my turtleneck that's slowly creeping up."

That comment makes you turn red, quickly you put the piece of the gun back onto the table and then both your hands pull the shirt down more and keep it down on your lap. You were still completely covered and you realize he only said it to rile you up. Guess he is just as good at teasing you as you are with him. He laughs and takes half a step back.

"Only joking, Sweet Pea, don't worry. Well, maybe part of what I said was true." he shrugs and reaches out over you to pick up pieces of his gun and starts to put it back together. You are blocked in and he doesn't look like he will let you get away.

What are these words coming out of his mouth? Vash is shocked, too stunned of his own brain. For the week he has been travelling with you after the incident in town he has wanted to pull you closer, give you a tight hug, hold you and take care of you the same way you seem to be taking care of him. All this time his aches and pains, both emotional and physical have found relief from you in one way or another. You have given him trust and comfort he hasn't felt in a long time. Vash thinks you might have been sent by a god perhaps. He is so grateful for you, but seeing like you keep some distance between the two of you, not shying away, but not coming closer either, makes him worried. He longs to be closer.

His head had been a mess of thoughts and ideas, but once he had seen you exit the bathroom everything was wiped clean. A million butterflies had taken over his stomach, filling his insides, his lungs, climbing up his throat. All he wanted was you by his side, no matter what.

The words coming over his lips were barely his, he blames the fluttering in his stomach, his head so wiped he might have even forgotten his name at that very moment. Everything he said to seduce you came from somewhere deep inside him, he felt so flustered he was surprised he could speak at all. He was worried he might have done it now, he had gone too far, been too weird, but you didn't shy away from him, not even a millimeter. Your face had been so close to his he had felt you exhale. He has gotten used to the rampaging insects to the point where he knows he won't be able to say anything close to as smooth again, not without stuttering at the very least. So he turns his attention back to his gun, leaving you just as flustered as he felt inside. He didn't want you to leave yet so he stood in your way so you had to keep sitting there, right next to him and he could steal a glance of you at any moment.

You look heavenly to him sitting in that ray of sunlight, his glasses still on your nose, painting your face with an orange light where the sun shines through the lenses. The oversized shirt makes you look so warm and cozy. You watched him assemble his gun, your eyes never leaving his hands, the way all of Vash's movements seem to have a purpose, the way his metal hand moves just like a flesh one. It is fascinating to you, the meticulous movements are like a performance, the way he flicks the gun, makes sure everything moves smoothly. After a bit your eyes stray out the window, you see the people moving in the streets, them going on their business, everything seems so peaceful like there's no violence in this world at all. You feel so normal, like you could fit in with them. The thought of you mingling among them, living a calm and local life brings a sad smile onto your face that you don't even notice until Vash's human fingers trace over your cheek.

"Don't look so sad," his hand goes to rest on the back of the chair. "Can I cheer you up somehow?"

You look up into his pretty blue eyes, they look like endless wells to you, they remind you of water, but not the kind you are used to on this planet. They recall a memory from a different life, one that you no longer remember.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about. It was just my mind wandering off." you assure him, still looking into his eyes. You see his hand move off the chair again from the corner of your eye. It's as if he can't stop himself, he places his palm onto your cheek his thumb stroking your skin. He feels how soft and smooth it is, a painful reminder of the scars covering his body.

You look at him, his complexion seems golden through his sunglasses. His hand moves under your chin, the thumb trailing over it, your lips parting a little. His eyes are on your lips as he slowly leans closer. He yearns for you with his whole soul. His eyes find yours again, you look unshakable, like a constant that would never change. But he knows that if he's not careful he might lose you and it would be his fault. He hasn't even told you the truth yet, hasn't revealed his true nature. He can't be this selfish. So he stops and moves both hands up to take the glasses from you and put them back onto his own nose, tilting his head masterfully to the point where the light from the window would mirror back from the glasses and hide his eyes from you.

You look at him for a moment longer, frozen on that chair before turning away. How you had wanted to lose the gap, to pull him closer. But it's all too much, too fast. He says he trusts you, but you barely know anything about him, he guards his secrets closely. But you can't blame him for keeping his secrets, there's plenty you haven't told him either. Yet he fills your stomach with butterflies.

Until I have finished the whole story, feel free to indulge in the other published DEMO chapters. You find them in my Masterlist.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #writing #fluff #humanoid typhoon #plant boi #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun 98 #trigun maximum #trimax

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suzukiblu · 8 months

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Omegaverse anon

That's such a kind offer, thank you so much

I'm into DC stuff right now, Clark pining for Kon to be his pup Gave Me Life, I love found family dynamics and H/C so much a lot of your work is right up my alley already 😀

Let me seeeee, then, I don't have any fully-finished DC omegaverse of my own, I'm pretty sure, BUT here's some goodies I think you might dig! Your mileage may vary, obviously, so mind the tags, but I think all of these fics are interesting and I enjoyed them myself.

. . . also gonna be honest, there's a lot more nursing fic in here than I expected, haha.

You and me and them. Let's be pack. Let's show the world we chose each other, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. This is, like, the literal first fic I thought of for DC omegaverse recs, especially for your listed likes. Pack dynamics-heavy AU WIP where being stray is dangerous and unhealthy, especially for presented people, and Kon just so happens to present while stray. So Young Justice immediately makes a pack for him, naturally, with a side of alpha!Tim/omega!Kon. And uh, then Clark gets in trouble for obliviously letting his clonebrother/clonekid/clone?? run around stray, haha. Also just about literally everyone in here is my fave dynamic for them, haha, I think this author is in my HEAD.

This Isn't How Things Are Supposed to Go, But We've Always Been Unorthodox, by RenkonNairu. This is an AU Tim/Kon WIP with alpha!Tim accidentally marking omega!Conner Luthor and the subsequent fallout, and also omega!Clark's PTSD from Lex being a bastard and angst about the pup he couldn't stand to keep while alpha!Bruce very patiently attempts to court him. Warning for past rape/noncon with Lex/Clark.

Soft as a petal, sharp as a knife, by BearlyWriting. This is kinda angsty but def has found family and hurt/comfort elements to it; pre-death Jason presents as an omega and makes some understandable misassumptions about the situation, and Dick helps him through it. Warning for past rape/noncon prior to Jason coming to the manor and Jason being afraid of it having happened again.

punishment verse, by dexdefyingstunts. This one is honestly, like, very porny but also is pack dynamics/found family and hurt/comfort. Long story short, alpha!Jason gets gangbanged back into the Batpack by Bruce and his brothers and it's, like, surprisingly sweet but also kinda dubcon. Warning for dubious consent, past underage, and implied incest, but it's mostly incest between adopted family members and isn't intended to be either any kind of romantic relationships or abusive, it's a hierarchy thing in the AU. Just mind the tags, basically.

Sweet Like Honey, by Nightwang. This is literally just "no one gave Kon decent sex ed and surprise, he's an omega!!" Tim/Kon porn. Basically, Tim helps Kon through his presentation heat and they're both cute about it.

Baby mine, by PrincessKinny. Dick has been hiding his secondary gender but that stops working when Damian happens and his inner omega decides that is His Pup and he needs to goddamn PROVIDE for him.

Omega Milk, by Ellegrine. Series about omega!Jason slowly starting to let various pack members nurse from him and strengthening familial bonds in the process; goes from Damian to Tim to Dick to Bruce. Definitely covers hurt/comfort and absolutely thriiiiives on miscommunication and Bruce being unnecessarily stoic and fucking himself up emotionally in the process.

Baby Birds, by iselsis. One of Dick's pups tries to steal Batman's tires and Dick lets the alpha take them, assuming he's going to be the trade-off for Jason and Tim getting a safe home living with Bruce Wayne. Warning for Dick spending basically the whole fic assuming he's about to be sexually assaulted, though said assumptions are unfounded and it's actually just all sweet and domestic and a little bit heartbreaking.

a kind of faith prevails, by julodinae_sunsets. WIP where newly-rezzed Jason presents as an omega and Talia decides that means he should be pupsitting for her. Canon proceeds very differently from there, and Damian will NOT tolerate anyone trying to take him away from his new umm'i.

Wet Nurse, by Cheesy_Potatoes. Bruce is an omega and everyone keeps bringing him their traumatized pups to nurse. WIP.

Omegaverse Jewels, by Zinc10. Jason presents belatedly as an omega and takes the inconvenience about as well as can be expected. Tim/Jason and a lot of Batpack fussing as everyone takes their turn trying to get Jason home.

I Have Worn a Coat of Scars, by Ellegrine. Omega!Jason has self-esteem issues and alpha!Dick fucks them better; that's it, that's the fic.

the pillow fortress of solitude, by feelingwhimsy. YJ cartoon fic, season one era. Everybody finds out Superboy is half-human by finding out he's an omega, and Robin and Wally bro-cuddle him through it. Ending this rec list on a cute note, haha.

#rinrecs #anonymous #omegaverse #not sfw #rape mention

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urstruly-ghst · 1 year

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pre-nrc deuce + goody-two-shoes! reader

note : i needed more deuce spade delinquent au. if u have some thoughts to share abt this au, ask em away!

cw : gn! reader (though might be femme on some ends), established relationship, fighting, delinquent deuce behavior such as : threats (not to u) and violence ++ controlling parents (mostly mom)

deuce spade

Your relationship with him was beyond fulfilling if one were to ask you about it, the way you found comfort in uncertainties with Deuce’s guiding hand– and also leaving a small boring routine of just sleeping, eating, and studying. You adored how he tried to bring you to life and give you something worth the experience.

That’s not to say that everything in your relationship with him was happy and smooth sailing. Sometimes, if not most, your lives constantly clash the wrong way. For instance, Deuce’s life of adrenaline before the prelims for the vast colleges that offered different students contrasts with your virtuous studying and worrying. You vaguely remember the angry words you slipped in as Deuce shouted, clearly angered and hurt.

Another bump was your parents. You’re the goody-two-shoes, the lovely sweet child they raised with high hopes you won’t meddle with your town’s messy parts. Admittedly, they all just wanted the best for their bright child, but it was clear that their fear and detestation extended to Deuce’s reputation. After all, why would they want their most shining star snuffed out by the bad boy who threatened people with his uniquely strong magic and fists?

It does get better, though. Deuce made sure of it. For you and him.

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“What is with you bothering my child during this crucial exam, Spade?!” Your mother yelled at Deuce for the nth time; he got caught sneaking over the picket fences your family built on an exam night. While you would usually defend Deuce, you frowned and crossed your arms as you saw Deuce peek over.

“No offense, ma’am. But you say that to every exam yer baby takes, can’t I just steal ‘em and… get to spend time with them? It’s been over a week and–” Deuce started, voice clearly hoarse from running and probably yelling when he got caught.

“No, lad. Listen here. My baby is not like you. They’re doing all they can to get into that college, and I’ll be damned if you’re here leeching off them!” That shocked you, broke your heart when you saw Deuce falter, and you immediately huffed and told your mother off– this was far too much even for you. You adored your mother; you held her in high regard with how she withstood the shady town with a stern attitude. You remembered how she played her cool when a robber dug a knife into her old jeans, trying to scare the wits off her– she laughed and gave a penny. She was that strong.

But today, you saw her as a controlling woman. Not that you never saw her gorgeous veneer now, but her attitude with Deuce– the one you spent nearly two years together– made you realize her demeanor was both an asset and a burden.

“Don’t meddle with them, sweetheart. Your mother was more than right. This exam is worth more than that delinquent who beats boys up and gets into some naive girl’s pants.” You froze at his statement, hurt washed over your heart, and you prayed that Deuce didn’t hear that– his already shattered heart would crumble. Deuce was aware of your parent’s distaste for him; he fought tooth and nail to even sit at the dinner table with you.

“He isn’t like that, father! I am aware that all this boiled down to this exam, but you’ve known I studied well enough for the past week! And for the record, Deuce proved himself time and time again that he would never be disloyal or violent to me!”

“Oh, so violence is alright with you? You permit him to beat up some poor lad because, what, he failed to notice his glare?!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! You know that wasn’t what I–”

Deuce suddenly stepped in, and his bleached locks immediately took over your vision. As hurtful as those words were, Deuce knew that your parent’s anger was justified and had a grain of truth to it. It stung for your lover’s inspiration won’t bother to acknowledge your step toward improvement, but he knew giving up meant giving up those two years with you– and Deuce would instead be buried alive than give you up. He’s yours, and you’re his.

“I know what the rumors said. I know myself better than you. I know me dating (Y/N) is not what you want. My reputation weighs heavy over theirs. But this thing– our thing– is a delicate balance that I so badly want to be stable. Watch me; I’ll change. I swear on my mother’s heart.”

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bonus ! deuce spade nrc era!

Deuce did change. After that night, tears fell, and comforting words were exchanged– a fire lit inside both of you. You remembered the tight hug you gave Deuce when you opted to stay out of the house to ride with Deuce into your secret place. A beautiful large oak tree covered with couples' initials, but yours and Deuce’s were the only thing that mattered.

“Hi, babe.” Deuce awkwardly greeted you. A thing you noticed with him was how reduced to being shyer now in contrast with his confident and laidback demeanor a year ago. You giggled; you wondered where that spunk went. Deuce stared at you lovingly. He was so glad the holidays brought you back to him.

While it was difficult, being in different colleges and vastly different lives, you remained in touch and obviously still in love. The way he kissed you was still the same, and the way he stared at you was the same, but the way he smiled was different. He now smiled with the confidence that he could keep you.

Meeting in the middle, you both intertwined like puzzle pieces. You often wondered how it felt so right to be in the supposed tough-as-rocks Deuce, but maybe because it was the fact that he is Deuce Spade. A soft man turned tough by the pushes of the world around him, a fractured life of kitchen table bills and a competition to be the best in something never made things easier.

Good thing he can now patch up. With or without you, but he preferred it to be with you.

“Hello to you too, Mr. Juice.”

“That Ace!”

You shut his grumbling; a kiss was enough to shut him up. Or two. Maybe three–

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade

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Young, Wild, and Ed

A/N: This fic is based on my first experience getting high. eddeddy, but whether it's platonic, pre relationship, or post getting together is left up to interpretation. Rated T. Read it on AO3.

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‘Boring. Boring. God damn. Why is everything so boring all of the time forever?’

These are the deep, philosophical questions for the ages that run through Eddy’s shapely head as he gazes up at the torn upholstery dangling from the roof through the smoky haze filling the back of The Van (the three of them took to calling it that years ago after bouncing around a bunch of different names that never stuck.) Ed occupies The Van alongside him, banging his head to the noisy mess of music pouring out of the speakers that mount the walls on either side of the waterbed. The bass is loud enough to make the whole bed jiggle, reverberating through Eddy’s jeans and making his eardrums itch.

“Ed, could ya turn that noise down?”

No answer.

“Hey, lumpy!” Now the noise is accompanied by Ed’s fist slamming against the wall, greasy, ginger hair flopping in front of his eyes as he makes what looks like his best attempt to snap his head clean off his neck.

“Ed!” He shouts, losing his permanently short temper. “Turn off your awful fucking music!!”

The scream rips painfully out of his smoke irritated windpipe, but his efforts aren’t for nothing. Ed finally realizes he’s being talked to and turns down the volume on the speakers before answering him.

“What was that, Eddy?” Ed yells his question as if the music were still blaring.

“Just keep it down,” is Eddy’s grumpy response, taking another rip from their shared bong. That’ll be his last for tonight. Ed’s shit does some crazy nonsense to his brain if he doesn’t limit himself.

“Roger dodger.” Ed replies cheerfully, holding out his hand towards Eddy. Eddy takes the hint and hands the bong back over.

“No more for me, Ed. Knock yourself out.”

“The old man is snoring, Eddy.”

“Uh huh.” He collapses backwards onto the water bed, the jiggly sack undulating underneath him and slinky-ing his spine. He’s just gotten bored enough to start counting the fairy lights Ed hung up some time ago when more loud banging gets his attention.

“Ed—!” He sits up to tell him off, but is surprised to see Double D standing in the doorway to the back of The Van. The sound of the doors slamming against the exterior of The Van still echo against the walls of his skull, the creaky hinges squealing like they’re about to give up the ghost.

‘Great,’ Eddy thinks with a grimace, ‘here comes the fun police.’

It’s been quite some time since Double D tried to police this particular activity. He has taken to quietly slipping off back home once the glassware comes out, and in return Ed and Eddy had spared him from teasing him for being a goody two shoes wuss. But he seems more adamant than ever this time, shoulders set and jaw clenched as he searches The Van for his target. Once his eyes land on the bong in Ed’s hand, he steps forward, hand held out rod stiff, his voice clear, calm, and hard.

“Hand it over.”

“Boo!” Eddy jeers. “What are you, his mother?”

“I’ve been a bad boy, Mama D.” Ed chuckles, tongue sticking out through his teeth as he holds the bong out of reach. “Ed, I mean it! I—” Double D cuts himself off, taking a deep breath and then coughing as the smoke filled air enters his dainty virgin lungs.

“I want—” he waves at the air in front of his face, getting a lungful of slightly fresher air before continuing. “I am going to partake in smoking marijuana with my peers.”

The stale air in The Van grows even more stagnant. Eddy’s not sure he heard Double D right, and Ed’s expression has gone completely blank. Something must have eventually clicked into place, because before Eddy can formulate a response, Ed’s eyes light up as a wide smile splits his face.

“All right, Double D!” He cheers while re-stuffing the bowl. “Welcome to the club, brother! Some wacky tabacky to celebrate we shall have.”

“Holy shit.” Eddy lets out a laugh as he finally catches up with everyone else, slapping his knee before standing to sling an arm around Double D. “No foolin’? You’re gonna break the law? Use an illegal substance?” The blush that rapidly spreads across Double D’s face is as pretty as it is hilarious, and Eddy wishes he knew if it was from the teasing, the close proximity, or both.

“Well… no pun intended, but it’s high time, don’t you think? It’s a ritual of youth to rebel against the norms and standards of our well ordered society in an attempt to express individuality and independence. It’s a rite of passage, if you will; it’s criminal activity, yes, but ceremonial in its own way, an inevitable metamorphosis that we must all undergo, consequences be damned, as they say, and furthermore—”

“Dee! Relax. Yeesh. You don’t gotta justify it to us, we ain’t cops,” he interrupts his impassioned rambling, taking note of the way Double D’s fists clench and unclench, the way his tongue runs over the front of his teeth, how his eyes pierce straight into nothingness.

‘Criminy. Why’s he always gotta be so serious about everything?’ Eddy wonders.

“Is it like the ceremony in ‘They Came from the Back of the Fridge: Part Four’, when the chuck roast from the mutated omega cow gains sentience and plots to sacrifice Timmy, Tommy, and the string bean boys to return from whence it came?” Ed asks excitedly, his red eyes wide with wonder and sleep boogers.

“Yup, exactly like that.” Eddy answers just to shut him up, then gives Double D’s back a hardy slap and leads him over to the bed. “C’mon, let’s pop that cherry.” “Must you be so vulgar?” Double D complains with an accompanying pained expression, rubbing his assaulted spine. “Eddy is saucy like gravy, Double D.” “Shut up, Ed.” Eddy reaches over to grab the bong, placing it and his lighter in Double D’s waiting hands. “Thank you, Eddy.” Double D studies the bong carefully, holding it up at eye level and squinting at the contents inside. After rotating the bong a few times, he lifts out the bowl and peers inside the down stem, then puts the pieces together again. Gentle fingers run around the rim of the carb as he places the mouthpiece under his nose and takes a delicate whiff, followed by a grimace. All the while, Eddy watches Double D with an innocent smile, feigning ignorance as he fights to hold back his snickers.

“... Oh, just help me already!” Double D finally relents, face heated as he shoves the apparatus in Eddy’s direction. That does him in, laughter pouring out of him as he clutches his sides.

“Don’t sprain your brain there, Professor Bunsen Burnout!” He teases as the last of his laughter dies out between them, “Ed, get some ice. Gotta protect his baby lungs.”

“They grow up so fast, Eddy.”

Once the ice from the cooler is in the catcher and Double D has wiped down the mouthpiece with a disinfectant wipe, (‘Where the hell did he pull those from?’) Eddy holds the bong out in front of his face. “Lips on the mouthpiece—not like that, jeez, it’s not a blow job, Dee. Yeah, like that. Okay, thumb here. I’m gonna light the bowl. Don’t inhale until I start to lift it. Ready? Suck it up, babe.”

Eddy doubts the smoke even made it into Double D’s lungs, his thin, wiry frame wracked with an almost immediate coughing fit. It sounds bad enough that Eddy doesn’t even laugh, looking on in uncharacteristic concern as he gives Double D’s heaving back a few firm thumps.

“Good Lord, that was awful!” Double D finally cries out once he’s caught his breath, pounding his own chest with a firm fist as he tries to completely vacate the smoke from his airways. “Why on earth does anyone do this?”

“It turns my brain into a soft and fluffy bunny.” Ed supplies unhelpfully.

“That rip sucked shit, Dee.” Eddy chastises the newbie, giving his back a few rubs before putting the bong in front of his face again. “You need to take a slow, deep breath, then hold it. Ya know, like how Ed takes his inhaler.”

“A world where I can’t pet kittens is a world I don’t want to live in anyway, my friends.”

“You told me to suck it up.” Double D pouts petulantly, eyeing the offered bong warily. “I didn’t mean it literary.”

“Literally, Eddy.”

“Literally suck my nuts. C’mon, try again.”

He’s fully expecting Double D to reject him, that his failed rip was enough of a confidence destroyer to halt his experimenting before he ever really got started. But to Eddy’s surprise, he takes the bong, lights the bowl himself this time, and takes a deep breath as instructed. Tears fill his eyes as he holds the smoke in his lungs, valiantly restraining himself from hacking up a lung again. He still coughs on the exhale, but not nearly as much as he did before. Eddy feels something resembling pride; whether he’s proud of Double D for finally being a little more adventurous, or proud of himself for being a bad enough influence to sully Double D’s innocence, he’s not sure. “You always were a quick learner.” He says in a congratulatory voice, giving Double D a soft pat on the back to help ease his wheezing coughs.

“Yes—well. I never suspected that my eagerness to learn would assist me in a situation such as this.”

“Knowledge is power, Double D, and power keeps the lights on.” Ed takes the bong back and Double D watches on quietly as he hits it easily, not a single wheeze to be heard or tearful waterline to be seen. “True, but my powers will never match yours, Ed.”

Ed grins proudly at the compliment as he hands the bong back.

“Whoa, slow your roll,” Eddy starts, trying to intercept the bong, “that’s enough for one night. Ed gets the strong shit and you’re new to this.”

“Oh?” Double D interjects with a raised brow, looking down his nose at Eddy. “Now who’s behaving like someone else’s mother?”

Eddy’s glare could kill if Double D wasn’t so used to being on the receiving end of it. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sockhead.” For his considerations, Eddy gets a tongue stuck out at him. That’s what he gets for giving a shit, apparently.

The evening goes on as it usually does, The Van continuing to fill up with smoke and laughter. The addition of Double D is a welcome surprise to the mix, and as he gets more acquainted with the bong, his smile grows wider and wider, his usually tense shoulders relaxed and jumping with laughter. Eddy can’t help but smile in kind at Double D’s easy grin, struggling to remember the last time he saw him this unclenched. There’s a nagging at the back of his brain, but he decides to ignore it. Why question a good thing? Double D is actually telling naughty jokes—using scientific innuendo and vocabulary neither he nor Ed can understand, but they get the gist of it. He doesn’t even cover his mouth when he laughs at his own raunchy humor, guffawing loudly with no attempt to hide his gap. God, Eddy hopes Double D keeps joining them for this.

Eventually, they all start to wind down, basking in the glow of a good time with good friends. Ed, as usual, keeps talking shop, making sure his friends stay up to date on the world of cheap comics and B rated monster flicks. Eddy gives him half-hearted responses, eyes drooping as he feels his bedtime fast approaching him. Ed isn’t immune to the passage of time, either, obnoxiously loud yawns escaping his gaping maw in between sentences.

It’s not until Ed’s lighting up the very last of the bowl that Eddy realizes Double D hasn’t said anything in a while. He gives the body lying next to him a cursory glance, frowning at what he finds; Double D’s face is pale and his eyes are wide, arms pinned to his sides as he stares at the roof, chest just barely rising and falling with shallow breaths.

‘Shit.’

“Uh, Double D?” Eddy tries to get his attention, Ed noticing the sudden silence as he peaks over at the two of them. A long silence stretches between the three friends as Double D continues to stare at nothing, his whole body going more and more rigid the longer the silence continues. Eddy’s about to freak and try to snap him out of it when he finally answers in a tiny, breathy voice.

“I can’t move.”

“Oh, brother.” Eddy bemoans, rubbing his face as Ed looks on in terror.

“Oh no! Double D’s been paralyzed by the mist creatures of centurion moon six!”

“No, burhead, he’s just high,” he gives Double D a wary look before adjusting his statement, “like, really high.”

“Oh.” Ed says with a frown. “Poor little guy.”

“I need to go to the hospital,” Double D whispers, voice strained as if every syllable is a battle.

“No, you need to go to bed. Lumpy.” Eddy snaps his fingers demandingly, standing and pointing at Double D’s motionless body. Ed gives him a solemn salute before grabbing Double D and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of clean laundry and taking him out of The Van and into the humid night air. He hangs there limply, beanie flopping up and over his head while his hands dangle near Ed’s ass.

“Ed,” Double D speaks, his words muffled by the green fabric of Ed’s jacket, “when was the last time you washed this jacket?”

“Not since many fortnights ago, brave soldier,” Ed commiserates, giving Double D’s bony butt an apologetic pat.

Eddy makes sure to hide the goods and turn off the music before stepping outside with them and closing the doors shut. Mosquitoes immediately go for his pale, pink skin, his arms flailing wildly as he tries to shoo the buzzing annoyances away. The acrid stench of the junkyard is worse than ever after a day sitting under the summer sun, leaving Eddy itching to get home and get in bed.

“Vamoose, Ed.”

“Moose? Where, Eddy?” Ed shouts excitedly as he whips his body around this way and that, trying to spot the megafauna himself. Double D ragdolls in Ed’s grip, arms swaying comically as his face bumps repeatedly into Ed’s back.

“Ed, please—” Double D whines.

“Give it a rest, lumpy. You just missed it. C'mon, let’s go.” “Aw, I wanted to see the moose, Eddy.”

They make their way to the lane, needing no light to guide them along the familiar path out of the junkyard. The night air is full of the sounds of crickets and peepers, nostalgic and familiar and fucking annoyingly loud. It doesn’t pair well with Ed’s rambling, recounting the gory details of one of his more recently read comic books to his two friends. As much of a bombardment on his senses as it is, Eddy still finds it somewhat comforting, like the way his room smells or waking up and hearing his mom listening to the same news anchors every morning. On the other hand, it makes their situation feel extra jarring, filling Eddy with unease as he watches his friend be so out of character, listless and silent as he dangles, stoned, from Ed’s sloping shoulder. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t really imagine what could have made Double D suddenly go back on the D.A.R.E. pledge he’s taken so seriously since the fifth grade, never mind why he made no attempts to limit just how much he smoked.

He doesn’t have very long to think about it, though, the three of them already arriving at the turn that will take them towards Double D’s house. Making the assumption that his parents aren’t home, he fishes the house keys out of Double D’s pocket once they've made it to the front door and lets them all in, Ed still mid-ramble about a particular panel where the heroine’s breast had been ripped off.

“Couch.” He doesn’t even need to look at Ed while issuing his command, the big oaf going straight for Double D’s living room to place him gently on the cushions. Neither of them wipe their feet at the entrance mat, and Double D doesn’t make a single peep about it, further worsening Eddy’s unease about all this.

“Go home, Ed. I’m gonna keep an eye on Mr. Psychedelic over here.”

“Ya sure, Eddy? I haven’t even gotten to the part where her eyeballs melt into her skull and out of her nose.”

“With the way your mom’s been talking about military school, you really shouldn’t be missing any more curfews.”

“Camo makes me chafe, Eddy.” Ed answers, lower lip jutting out while he goes into full puppy eyes mode.

“Then get home. I’ll call my folks with Double D’s phone.”

Ed gives one last solemn salute before trudging outside, closing the door behind him. When he glances at Double D, he finds him with his eyes closed, muttering something rapidly under his breath. While he’s occupied with… whatever that is, Eddy takes the opportunity to use the phone out in the hallway, letting his mom know that he’s sleeping over at Double D’s. He returns to his prone friend once that’s taken care of, standing above him and giving him a skeptical once over, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

Double D’s lids snap open, eyes darting around in their sockets as he takes in his new surroundings. “Where am I?” He asks stiffly.

“Your house.”

“Oh. How did I get here?”

“Ed carried you.”

Much to Eddy’s annoyance, Double D’s eyes start welling up with tears. “Lovable oaf.”

“Look, I don’t get to say this often, especially not to you, so I’m gonna savor it.” Eddy pauses for dramatic effect, taking a deep breath as he raises his hands up near his face, pointer fingers and thumbs pressed together and eyes slipping shut. On the exhale, his hands slide away from his face like a conductor waving two batons, eyes staying shut as he gets on his tiptoes and leans down to say his piece. “I told ya so.”

“Are you sure I shouldn’t go to the hospital?” Double D’s voice wavers, causing Eddy to open his eyes and frown down at him.

“Yes, I’m sure. You’re having a bad reaction and panicking over it. You just need to sleep it off.”

“I still can’t move,” is all his usually verbose friend can say. Typically when Double D’s in a state of panic, he can’t shut up, gesturing wildly as emotions play openly on his animated face. Seeing him so stiff and at a loss for words is upsetting, even if Eddy knows why.

“Your gears are jammed.” He explains unscientifically, gently rapping his knuckles against Double D’s forehead. “Like I said, you’ll sleep it off.”

“I…” Double D starts, trailing off with narrowed eyes. “I have… the munchies? That’s what they’re called?”

Eddy rolls his eyes and sighs laboriously. “I guess I’ll make you a sandwich, your royal highness.” He lifts a brow at him, a complete lack of amusement in both his expression and his voice. “Get it? High? Ness?”

Double D just gives him a confused look.

“Yeah, my heart wasn’t really in that one.”

He leaves Double D in his state of confusion, and as he walks down the hall and turns into the kitchen, the first thing he notices is another atypical site for the evening—a mess in Double D’s kitchen. More specifically, it’s a mess of sticky notes piled on the floor in front of his unusually barren fridge.

‘The heck?’ Eddy thinks to himself as he approaches the pile, his hair standing on end. He kneels down to start picking through the notes but doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary; it’s the same old list of chores and reminders he usually sees hanging all over the walls and furniture of Double D’s house. Determined to figure out what the hell’s going on with his friend, he keeps digging, reading them all until one of the notes at the bottom of the pile gives him pause.

‘DEAR EDDWARD,

YOUR FATHER AND I WON’T BE ABLE TO ATTEND YOUR RECITAL. HAVE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS RECORD IT FOR US.

♡ MOM’

Eddy scowls as his fingers grip the edges of the note, heated breath huffing out of his widened nostrils. Fucking of course that’s what tonight has been about. Double D’s once-every-two-years steel pedal guitar recital is one of the few things his parents still both show up for; it’s the only reason Double D still plays the hated instrument. Sure, when he was a kid, he made sure to follow all of his parents’ notes to a T, but as he’s gotten older and been left alone more often and for longer periods of time, he’s become a lot more lax about the notes. The notes about his steel pedal guitar, though, he always follows, and though he’s never admitted to it, Eddy knows it’s out of a desperation to impress his absent parents.

All that work he puts into the stupid thing, and now his folks ain’t even showing their faces—won’t be showing their faces for who knows how long.

Eddy hastily crumples the note in his hand before grabbing fistfuls of the rest of the discarded notes, cramming them tightly in his fists. He stands and makes his way to the garbage can, foot pressing down on the pedal to lift the lid when a better idea occurs to him. Letting the lid fall back down, he marches over to the sink, shoving the crumpled up balls down the drain and running the water before he flips the garbage disposal on. The sound of the blades churning the soggy notes brings him a small amount of satisfaction, and he lets it run until all he hears from the drain is a gentle hum.

“Eddy.”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Eddy slams down on the faucet and turns to face the hallway leading to the living room, heart beating a mile a minute. For a second, he thinks he might have just been imagining things, but then he hears it again.

“Eddy.” Double D calls out from the living room, sounding more frantic this time.

‘Shit.’ Alright, forget the sandwich. He swings open cupboard doors in an attempt to find something Double D can snack on, grabbing the first food item sees.

“Hold yer horses!” Eddy calls back to him before making his way to the living room with a box of chunky puffs in hand. He's eager to make sure Double D is okay but stops in his tracks when he sees what’s going on. Eyes wide with wonder, mouth agape and gap on display, Double D carefully tracks the movement of his own arm, which he repeatedly lifts up into the air before dropping it back to the couch again. Eddy stands still in the doorway and watches him repeat the motion a few more times before he steps over, looking down at Double D with his brow furrowed and lips turned down.

Finally taking notice of him, Double D’s gaze drifts from his arm and up towards Eddy’s face. “I can move my arm.”

“... Congratulations.”

“It goes up, and then down. Up, and down. Up… and down.” Double D narrates, gaze falling back to his miraculously mobile arm.

“I think Ed has more brain power than you right now.” Eddy shares his scary thought. “Think you can move that arm down into a box of chunky puffs and up into your mouth?”

Double D’s hopeful expression let’s Eddy know that he’s gonna try his damnedest, anyway. He puts the box on the floor next to the couch, nodding in satisfaction when Double D succeeds in stuffing a handful of cereal into his maw. He chews his lip as his mind wanders back to what he found in the kitchen, feet shuffling awkwardly on the clean carpet.

“Hey, Dee? You know that recital you have coming up?”

Double D freezes mid transport, fist full of cereal hanging over the edge of the couch as he gives Eddy a deer-caught-in-the-headlights stare.

“Well, there’s a movie coming out that day that Ed really wants to see. Bad enough that he said he’d shell out the cash for our tickets. You should skip the recital and hang with us.”

Double D lets out a slow breath, arm relaxing before he brings the cereal to his mouth. He chews slowly, gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling as he sits with Eddy’s suggestion.

“Mm. I may take you up on that.”

“Great. That rebellious streak is finally coming in full swing, huh?”

“Oh, yes. I’m quite the rapscallion now.”

Eddy snickers, then goes silent when he sees Double D’s eyes welling up with tears again. He lifts both hands to his chest and clutches them together, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as he goes back to lying motionless.

“Jesus.” Eddy rubs the back of his own neck, grimacing down at the display. “You want your weighted blanket or something?”

“No.” Double D whispers his answer, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks, still plump with baby fat.

“Why not? You love that thing.”

Double D blinks and the tears finally fall, running down his temples and getting absorbed into his beanie as he starts whispering again. “Because that was the present my parents got me the last time they bothered to be home for my birthday.”

That tears it. Eddy groans in frustration and moves into action, stepping closer to the couch so that he can lay himself down on top of Double D, chests pressing together as his shorter legs lay over Double D’s longer ones, arms folding at the elbow and squeezing against his sides in an almost hug. The couch creaks unnervingly before settling, the both of them sinking further down into it. The soft breath he hears him let out makes Eddy shiver, the mixed odors of Double D’s laundry detergent and the pot he smoked earlier unfamiliar and enticing.

“There. Weighted enough for ya?”

Double D’s snotty sniffle doesn’t do much to let Eddy know if this is working or not. “Yes. Thank you, Eddy.

“Don’t mention it.”

Silence fills the air around them, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, Eddy too wrapped up in his own thoughts to worry about whether pretending to be a weighted blanket for someone is weird or not. He can hear Double D’s breathing start to even out, and he decides to get out his last thought while Double D is still in an agreeable mood.

“Hey. Next time, you’ll start with one hit, and we’ll see what that does to you. Maybe we’ll bump you up from there. Alright?”

Double D hums sleepily, and Eddy can feel his smile pressing against his hairline, his breath tickling the short hairs there. “Alright. Thank you, Eddy. You take such good care of me.”

#eddeddy #eene #cw weed #gettingfrillywrites

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maironsbigboobs · 5 months

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End of Year Fic Recs!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

I wasn't tagged by anyone, but I can't resist the chance to share some faves:

Multi-Chapter Fics/Series

Reconcillation – by @transmairon – T, Sauron/Celebrimbor, ongoing – Fourth Age Sauron facing the consequences of his actions and trying to reintergrate himself with the world. I cannot wait to see Celebrimbor’s reaction to meeting him again.

From Mother to Daughter – by Galenfea – Gen, 5k – The fiber arts passed down through the generations. This is the kind of topic I love; a peek into the everyday lives of elves. I loved the world-building!

companions in shipwreck – by spellworth – T, multiple, ongoing – An exploration of canon of female characters. I love this one, wonderful writing and creatvity – especially when writing about characters where canon gives them a name at most.

Haunted, Hunted - by @imakemywings – T, Elwing & Maedhros, 9.3k - Elwing goes for a walk in the woods… This one is so cool, I loved the fairytale elements and Elwing’s horror was palpable!

dye me, nocturne – by @solmarillion – T, Daeron/Maglor, 12k – Darron finds a stranger on the shore and they get talking. I love how messy Maglor is here, trying to get what he wants out of Daeron, and how raw this fic was in the grief and bitterness in these two exiles at the end of the First Age.

Single Chapter Fics/Oneshots

elvenkings – by @meadowlarkx– Gen, 1.5k – A look through history at Menegroth’s fall. This one had me sobbing, it’s so beautiful and full of tragedy.

Bow and Helm and Hand – by @jouissants – E, Beleg/Mablung/Túrin, 3.5k – Mablung joins Beleg and Túrin on the marches. Very sexy and filled with wonderful characterisation and delicious hints of angst and foreboding.

Echo of the Music – by @starspray– Gen, Thingol/Melian, 471 – A sweet look at Melian and Thingol’s relationship to each other, to art and to music (and the Music)

"…on a place of insecurity." – by @carlandrea – Gen, Thingol/Melian – This is one of my favourite Thingol/Melian fics, it’s so tender and Melian’s foreboding makes me so emotional.

At the Moment of Parting – by @daegred-winsterhand – T, Beleg/Túrin, 1.5k – Sweet and sad, Turin’s grief is so thick and real.

Pre 2023 Fics

The Gleaming Road – by melblue – E, Éomer/Faramir, 28k – Misunderstanding is a favourite trope of mine and it adds to the Drama here, with poor Eomer not knowing what Faramir is expecting from him. I don’t read a lot of LOTR era fics at the moment but this one is an old fave!

The Marchwardens – by roseofthebrightsea – Gen, Beleg, Mablung, Haldir etc, 6k – I love fics that are snippets of characters lives and this has some wonderful writing and sharp characterisation in short words.

A Challenge – by @polutrope – M, Daeron/Maglor, 1.4k – The fic that got me into Daemags! Such a fun and entertaining fic!

Unkinged – by @arofili – E, Finwë/Miriel/Indis, 1k – Looove this, a beautiful moment between the three of them in a happier time.

The Gold Are Venomous – by @aipilosse – E, Sauron/Celebrimbor, 3.1k – I love Fourth Age silvergifting and I love mischievious Annatar is here, still up to no good after all this time… though Celebrimbor isn’t complaining (much) 😉Sexy and amusing.

My Fics

I risk my life to make my name – E, Galadriel/Melian, 10k – Gawain and the Green Knight AU. This was my first attempt at something multi-chaptered and I really like it still; it was fun to write and I am pretty pleased with how it turned out.

Starlight – M, Mablung, 944 – Mablung falls in Menegroth. This is was fun because I love angst and I liked playing with the structure with flashbacks.

Feast – Gen, Idril & Turgon, 1k – Idril reflects on her time on the Ice and how her father looked out for her. I love thinking about Idril & Turgon.

Reunion – Gen, Andróg & Andvir, 858 – Andvir finds his father in the wilds. I am never not thinking about the Gaurwaith.

Jealous Kiss – Gen, Celebrimbor/Sauron, 370 – Annatar teases Tyelpe. I love it when Annatar causes problems on purpose.

#fic recs

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clovermunson · 2 years

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candy fiend— s. harrington

summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.510k

warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again

author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)

“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.

“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”

You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.

“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.

You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.

“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.

“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”

“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”

“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.

“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.

“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.

Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”

Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.

“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.

“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.

“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.

“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.

“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.

You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.

However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.

“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.

You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.

“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.

The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.

You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.

After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.

Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.

“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.

“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.

“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.

Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”

“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.

“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”

The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.

“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.

“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.

After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.

“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.

“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.

“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fics #morgan’s halloween themed fics #morgan’s writings

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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sweetheart! George def offers to sneak girly into a bar/smoke her out or smth for helping him get a good grade on his project!! I hc that she’s not a total goody two shoes but just v focused on school & devotes a lot of free time to that rather than partying yk. and then maybe if he does well on a final then he takes her to a sweet romantic dinner & pulls out all the stops in order to thank her properly

agree with you about girly!! so convinced that george - being the thoughtful respectful boy that he is - would wait until exam season is fully over before asking you out BUT just before exams begin, george has like a little not-really-a-party party at his house one friday night. you, him, the boys, some of your friends... quite a small crowd, but fun! and a few days pre-gaff, george is like "look i was gonna get some weed for myself for the party and i'll get some for you if you want?? no pressure, and if not i'll get you something else, but i want to thank you for all your help and i figured it might be a nice way to relax before exams", and you're like omg he's so cute and you agree. it starts with the two of you chilling in george's garden on this nice early summer evening. and then - because i'm me and i'm obsessed with it - i reckon george would probably shotgun you with the joint a few times before he passes it to you to smoke. and pretty soon you're nicely high alongside everyone else at the party, lying on the grass with george just looking up at the sky contentedly. but then you get restless (me) and have a wander around the house - maybe you end up in george's room just staring at the drum kit in fascination, and he finds you and giggles at how intently you're scrutinising the snare before promising he'll teach you how to play them at some point. and then you get the munchies so he takes you to the kitchen where someone (probs matty) is making toast - george steals you some, and just sits patiently with you as you come down. sweet boy!

in terms of the romantic dinner... i think that's something george would maybe do a little bit further into the relationship rather than at this point - to me, he's so sweetly tentative with you initially, and i think your first date thingy would literally be like him taking you for a drive and a little picnic (thanks to the council @throughthepostmodernlens for that suggestion!). you've both been cooped up indoors studying, and when he suggests it you literally jump at the chance to spend time with him in the sunshine. he picks you up, looking all cute, and then takes you to the shop to grab some food you like; it's your first time being all domestic together, and george is so smitten with you, especially when you make disgusted faces and side-eye the people next to you in the aisles for buying disgusting things (scotch eggs, definitely) but then smile at him immediately after. he absolutely pays for everything when you get to the checkout, which you're annoyed at because he wouldn't take petrol money off you either, but you get around it by saying "fine, my turn to buy things next time the two of us go out, yeah?" - george agrees because oh my god you want to go on a date-like thing with him again?? he would literally do anything for that. bless him. anyway, you guys probably end up chilling in a nice park somewhere - george was so conscious that he wanted to take you somewhere nice and sort-of quiet but also not secluded enough that you would think he was trying to put the moves on you in his car - with your little picnic, eating and chatting and giggling and watching the ducks on the pond. and you're down horrendous for him, seeing him all relaxed and sweet and sunlit and HOT; he's wearing a t-shirt and, even at 17, his biceps are a thing of beauty. george thinks you're beautiful, in your little t-shirt dress and sandals, and he just can't stop looking at you. that comes in handy, though, as the afternoon turns to evening and the air gets cooler - he notices you're getting goosebumps before you do, and hands you the hoodie from his bag before you can even admit to being chilly. and you both go a little bit insane when you wear it, because oh my god you are wearing george's clothes - it smells like him, but it takes on a hint of your perfume too. and you're still wearing it when george drops you back home that night and walks you to your door - he's too distracted by the little peck on the cheek (precariously close to his lips) that you give him before saying goodnight and heading inside to mention it. although he would have told you to keep it anyway - it's yours now, and so is he <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #george asks #fluff asks #sweetheart!george

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winterironevents · 10 months

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June 10th - July 20th, 2023

It's been a minute!

Look under the cut for the amazing works made in the past month and a half-ish.

We will be returning to our normal Saturday schedule next week.

Thanks to @massivespacewren as always for the incredible fanart you see here.

Now let's get to some WinterIron goodies!

The Theory of Love, Electric by Halfpennybuddha

Rated: M

Tags: No archive warnings apply, Princess Diaries AU, Royal AU, High School AU, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Tony Stark, implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced self-harm, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bullying, non-consentual kiss, no sex, but minor over clothes frottage and kissing, Tony & Bucky are both 18, dancer Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, endless shopping, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, underage drinking (not main characters), mentions of cancer, mentions of serious illness (past), supportive family, family feels, Jewish Bucky Barnes, unplanned pregnancy, light angst

Summary: "“Even after his tragic death, it should not have changed much regarding succession. I…well, I was still in good health, though in mourning. But now…your grandfather’s death last year, and my testicular cancer, you see. The treatment…well, I am sterile, Iacob.”

Bucky dropped his sandwich.

AKA The Winteriron Princess Diaries AU that nobody asked for."

Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Chapter 8: Mission Six: Breaking All the Rules by @polizwrites

Rated: E

Tags: Identity Porn, camboy!Bucky, Iron Man Tony Stark/Modern Bucky Barnes, Cap!Steve/Modern Bucky Barnes, oral sex, anal sex, Sugar Daddy, Revelations, Happy Endings

Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Chapter 8 Bucky finally makes it to Seoul, and so do two people very important to him.

My Love is Vengeance - Chapter 4 by @polizwrites

Rated: T

Tags: Canon Divergence, young!Tony, bodyguard!Winter Soldier, recovering!Bucky, POV Bucky, Hydra, double agent

Summary: "[Part of Behind Blue Eyes Series] Still disguised as Jacob, the Soldier goes to a club with Tony. Tony runs into trouble and they both reveal their feelings just before the Soldier’s hand is forced. Chapter 4: The next day, Tony and Bucky are separated and learn more about what Hydra expects of them before reuniting again. "

Surprise Afternoon Shopping by @endlesstwanted

Rated: E

Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex

Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop.

Home Again (Chapter 31) by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content

Summary: After a few surprising truths are revealed Bucky and Tony are reunited at the reservoir in Wakanda. Will it spell disaster or prove to be the happy ending they've both been searching for?

WinterIron Bingo - July 2023 Round Robin by AoifeLaufeyson, endlesstwanted, HadrianPeverellBlack, Politzania, scottxlogan, Sivan325

Rated: G

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Confessions, Crushes, Mutual Pining

Summary: When Natasha talks Bucky into pretending to be her boyfriend so her nosy (but well-meaning) family will leave her alone -- the last thing Bucky expects is to run into his crush: Tony Stark.

Late-Night Requirements by @every-marveler-ever

Rated: G

Tags: Tony Stark is scared (but won’t admit it), Hydra

Summary: Hydra had always been a pain for them, but since dating Sam and Bucky, Hydra became a whole new level of scary to Tony. They said it would be easy, and simple, but Tony just couldn’t believe that.

Love You Doll by Aralia Tutela

Rated: T

Tags: Living Doll

Summary: Put me away like a doll when they didn't need me.' Tony's mind caught on that phrase, and suddenly he knew what he could do to help his lover relax.

And So It Goes by @purpleicedteas

Rated: M

Tags: Single Dad Tony, Recluse Bucky, Brief mention of Pepper's breast cancer and death; Silver Fox Bucky, Silver Fox Tony, Single Dad Tony, Engineer Tony, Former FBI Agent Bucky, Recluse Bucky, Alpine the Cat

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a retired FBI agent living as a recluse. Content with a solitary lifestyle, he lived for years with only the company of Alpine, his feline companion. When the empty home next to theirs is filled with new neighbors, Alpine and Bucky find their lives weaving with the handsome engineer and his daughter.

Never Have I Ever by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Sexual Content, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Light Bondage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Blindfolds, Restraints, Declarations Of Love, Established Relationship, Angst, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Summary: When the team gets together to spend a night under the stars playing a game of Never Have I Ever, it opens the door to a tense situation where Bucky and Tony are left facing an uncomfortable truth about the history they have with Steve. Will it prove to be the think that pulls their blossoming relationship apart or will it bring them closer together when everything is said and done?

Its Vital Heat by @halfpennybuddha

Rating: G

Tags: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Winifred Barnes/George Barnes, Meeting the Parents, Modern Art

Summary:

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” He couldn’t tell if her voice was teasing or reproachful, and it made him a bit nervous.

“Uh, no, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She laughed, then, the sound a bit like the tinkling of bells.

“Don’t fret so, child. My name is Maria Stark. My son has spoken of you often the past few weeks.” She informed him, taking a delicate sip of her drink.

Oh, God. Tony’s mother.

A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 2 by @polizwrites

Rated: T

Tags: No Powers AU, A/B/O AU, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, Slow Dancing

Summary: Now that they have a few events under their belts, Bucky and Tony start to get more comfortable around one another during a Fourth of July party.

Looking At You by @scottxlogan

Rated: M

Tags: 5+1 Things, Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Yoga, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Digital Art, Prompt Fic

Summary: Bucky reflects on those five times he's seen Tony in his yoga pants and the way they made an impact on him. Later Tony reflects on the one time he saw Bucky in his.

The Upside by @otpcutie

Rated: E

Tags: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut

Summary: Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

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penny-anna · 1 year

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happy saturday all!! i am back once again w more back to the future recs:

Until I Get Home by daryfromthefuture

When the train plot goes horribly wrong, Marty McFly and Doc Brown are stranded in 1885. How will they manage to adapt to a time so foreign to their own? Will they be able to preserve the space-time-continuum? And, most importantly: How will their adventures in the past impact their relationship?

(ongoing WIP) u want that good good trapped in the past angst! here's lots n lots of it! this one strands doc n marty in the past & then puts marty RIGHT through the wringer.

Rewriting the Future by LovelyZelda

It's 2015, and Marty McFly is unemployed with two kids in jail and still bitter about a thirty year old car accident. But this hasn't really happened yet, and if it hasn't happened yet, there's no risk of creating an alternate timeline.

great little look into Doc's actions throughout 2 and 3 & his attempts to change Marty's future. its a good un guys check this out.

Time in a Klein Bottle by treewishes

Just as Marty was ready to head out the door, he stopped, thinking about that day five years ago. They had tripped through the future and the past, and he couldn't help but remember everything that could have-- no, everything that really did go wrong. He tore off a page of printer paper and scribbled a note to Jennifer. He left it on his desk, but with any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew he was gone. Unless something went wrong, of course, and then he wouldn't be back at all.

physics student marty w a time scooter hanging out w young!doc what more could you need

A Visit With An Old Friend by thepreciousthing

Doc visits an old friend in a nursing home.

major character death warning on this one but honestly!! im sensitive about death and honestly found this one very comforting. its a good read.

Fearful Symmetry by seekingferret

How would Marty cope with choosing not to go back to the Wild West? How does time travel really work?

another one w marty studying physics. this ones got some meat on it. a good fic to get ur teeth into.

The Return of Calvin Klein by Ael L. Bolt

One Christmas, Doc gets an unexpected surprise.

very cute n fun!! an oldie n a goodie!

Lean On Me (When You're Not Strong) by BGSparrow, daryfromthefuture

The stresses of being stranded in 1885 are many for Marty McFly — and then he contracts scarlet fever. Doc hunkers down in the hopes of not only mending his friend but the divide that has crept between them. Scarlet fever doesn’t stand a chance.

hey u like whump!! *slams down this fic* being stuck in the pre-penicillin era sure would suck huh

#back to the future #fic recs #bttf fic recs #bttf

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faefarm · 11 months

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The Fae Farm Hype Train Is Leaving the Station

The latest roundup of Fae Farm news and FAQ!

Hello Fae Friends!

We’ve had a ton of new announcements for Fae Farm the last month, beginning with the incredibly fun Summer Game Fest stream where we announced our Pre-Order window along with the September 8th release date! But wait, there’s more!

We also just unveiled the pre-order goodies you’ll be able to grab for players who pre-order Fae Farm! You'll be able to add the Cozy Cabin Variety Pack to your game once you’ve landed in Azoria’s shores.

While we’re riding this hype train, we wanted to take the time to answer some frequently asked questions about Fae Farm! If your question isn’t answered below, please feel free to send us an Ask and we’ll answer if we can!

Now let’s get down to it!

Let’s Talk Questions

What platforms will Fae Farm be on?

Fae Farm will be available on both the Nintendo Switch and on PC through Steam and Epic Game Store!

When will Fae Farm be available?

You can Fae Jump into Azoria beginning September 8, 2023!

Is Fae Farm digital-only or will physical versions be available?

Fae Farm will have a physical Nintendo Switch release and can be pre-ordered through major retailers. The game will be digitally available through the Nintendo eShop, Steam, and the Epic Game Store.

What languages is the game available in?

Fae Farm is playable in English, French, Italian, Portuguese (Brazil), Spanish (Spain, Latin America), Chinese (Traditional, Simplified), Japanese and Korean.

Can players create their own character in Fae Farm?

Absolutely! Once you start up the game, you’ll be able to create your own unique character, choosing from a variety of body sizes and shapes, skin tones, hair, facial features, and pronouns. Once you’re in the game, you can continue to collect different outfits and dyes to further customize your Fae Farmer. You’ll even be able to unlock a mirror that allows you to change your appearance whenever you want!

Can players establish relationships?

What’s life without a little love? You’ll be able to befriend a number of denizens in the world of Azoria, and some of them will be romanceable too! Experience the joys of both romantic and platonic love and forge strong friendships as you progress through the game!

Is multiplayer required to enjoy Fae Farm?

While playing Fae Farm with friends is always great fun, it is fantastic to play solo too! You can build your homestead, tend to crops and animals, progress through the game, and even complete the epic experience solo! We want you to enjoy the game YOUR way.

Does Fae Farm have online or co-op gameplay?

Fae Farm can be enjoyed with friends and family either online, or locally via the ad-hoc wireless feature! You can invite anyone who owns the game to visit their homestead and help them grow their farm, traverse dungeons, and progress through the game together. Variety is the spice of life, so you’ll be able to have multiple save options for different playthroughs!

Next Stop: Summer Fun

We hope we’ve been able to shed a little more light on our upcoming game! Don’t worry, we’ll have tons of fun events coming up to keep you entertained until September 8th rolls around! If you want to play with wisps and the farm animals of Azoria, you can drop by our Instagram page!

Join us

#fae farm #cozy games #faefarm #nintendo switch #cozy pc #faefarmblog #illustration

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 4 months

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Chapter 11: A Mask of My Own Face

Word Count: 982

TWs: Identity theft, sickness mention, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour, brief suggestiveness

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Vanita giggled, swinging her legs back and forth in bliss as she listened to the audio recordings of Vanessa that she’d ripped from security footage of the PizzaPlex, retrieved for her by her ever-loyal Sawyer. She had the look, the backstory, an understanding of her personality… all that was missing was the voice. Whenever she was home alone, Vanita would wear Vanessa’s clothes around the house, practising her inflexions. Vanessa’s voice was a tad deeper and relied less on a vocal fry to come off as mature, which was hard for Vanita to master, but she felt like she was getting the hang of it. She’d talk for hours on the phone with Sawyer just to get better. He would’ve lost track of who he was talking to if Vanessa still hadn’t been sick. So sick, at some point, she just stopped calling in. Now it was time for Vanita to take her opportunity.

“Oh my gosh, Vanessa, where have you been?? You haven’t been answering your phone, I’ve been worried sick!” Ginny exclaimed when Vanita walked into the breakroom, wearing Vanessa’s uniform, her hair tied back.

“You’ve been sick? I’ve been sick! Stomach flu, got me pretty bad… but I’m feeling better now.” Vanita opened Vanessa’s locker, retrieving her flashlight, taser, and badge.

“Well, that’s good. Maybe something in your lunch went bad and you didn’t notice it?”

“I guess. Could’ve been from a kid, too.”

“Yeah. Jesus, who lets their kid run around in a public place if they know they’re sick?”

Vanita shrugged, checking Vanessa’s calendar to see where she was supposed to be. Gator Golf. Goody.

“Anyway, take it easy today… and I hope you’re not beating yourself up over missing so much work, you needed the rest.”

“You’re right…” Vanita sighed. “Thanks… I’ll try my best.”

Ginny nodded, giving her two thumbs up and an encouraging smile before leaving the room. So far… so Vanessa. Vanita relaxed, taking her time as she made her way to the mini-golf pitch. She never felt more giddy. If she could get through today, passing as Vanessa Fields, she would earn that call to William. God, I hope he picks up. She knew as soon as she arrived at the entrance to Monty’s Gator Golf that it would be her most boring shift yet. Not that running the gift shop was particularly exciting, but at least she wasn’t expected to be too alert. Luckily, she had a thermos full of energy drink carabinered to her belt to keep her awake.

Most of the shift was spent reminding pre-teens that mini-golf was about putting and not swinging as hard as you can, let alone threatening your friends with your club. After a while, she had stepped away, meeting Sawyer in a shadowy spot to make out about her success so far. At the end of the day, she couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m calling him,” Vanita told Sawyer as they walked to his car.

“William?” Sawyer asked with a reserved expression.

“No, the president. Duh, who else??” She slipped into his backseat and he sighed.

“Do you want me in the car?”

“Sure, just don’t make a lot of noise,” Vanita waved her hand dismissively, taking out her phone. Her hands shook with anticipation as Sawyer settled into the front seat.

5. 5. 5. 1. 2. 5. 2. Rrrring… rrrring…

“Hello???” All the air rushed out of Vanita’s lungs as a rich, accented voice reached her ears. “Who is this??”

Oh, God, right, talk you idiot! “Dad? It’s me… Vanessa.”

The line was deathly silent for a moment. “Darling… to what do I owe the pleasure of the sound of your voice?”

“I… was wondering if we could reconnect. I’ve been thinking about things… how we drifted apart.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” Vanita pressed the phone closer to her cheek.

“I thought your mother had you entirely convinced that I was not to be trusted.”

“But mom’s not here right now, is she? I had to make my own decisions at some point.”

“Right you are, butterfly. Right you are.” She heard him sigh and shift around, maybe checking his schedule if he had one. “When are you free?”

“I don’t work on Mondays.”

“I see. Shall we have lunch at mine, then?”

“That sounds fantastic,” she inhaled through her nose, reminding herself to remain levelheaded. William’s house! “Could you remind me of the address…?”

“4011 Slate Blue, Salt Court.”

“Thanks… I-I’ll see you on Monday?”

“I’ll expect you at 11:30, sharp.”

“Of course. I won’t be late.”

“I know you won’t.” He paused. “It was good to hear your voice, Vanessa. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, dad. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Vanessa.”

She hung up and immediately began to squeal, excited tears springing to her eyes.

“Was it him?” Sawyer asked, startled out of his thoughts.

“Of course it was! I’m having lunch with him on Monday! I told you, Sawyer, this is destiny!” She squeezed his shoulder. “And I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.~”

“Uh-huh…” He felt disgusting. Her happy expression lessened at his unenthusiastic response.

“Oh, come on, at least pretend you’re happy for me,” she snapped, digging in her nails and making him hiss in pain.

“Can I just take you home?”

“Hmph.” She fell back into the car seat, lazily putting on her seatbelt. “Whatever, Sawyer. Y’know, I let you touch me whenever you like, and you’re still an ungrateful bastard. Who else can do what I do?”

“An escort.”

Vanita’s face burned and she hit the back of his seat. “Drive, you fuckhead!”

“Ow, sorry, I didn’t mean that…” He drove her home and the two parted ways bitterly. Still, Vanita’s frustration didn’t last long as she admired herself in the bathroom mirror. Afton’s daughter, Afton’s perfect, loving daughter, who wants nothing more than to fix what was once broken. Sounds like me alright.~

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #vanessa fnaf #vanita fnaf #william afton #Doppelgänger! au

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