#fic Friday

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the part where the heartache comes by amiparanoidmuch (p1013)

Rating: M

5,338 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Mutual Pining, Mention of period-typical homophobia, Music as a love language, Guitars, Requited Unrequited Love, Eddie Munson Teaches Steve Harrington to Play Guitar, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, No beta we die like Barb

Summary:

As Steve and Dustin get their shoulders under Eddie's arms and help his exhausted, bleeding body up from where he thought he was going to die, and then Steve says, "Hold on, just a second," before bending down so that he can wrap his fingers around the maple neck of Eddie's baby girl.

That's the moment that Eddie falls in love with him.

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

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LOOK ITS FRENDO ART :DDD @niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian fic is amazing, i feel bad i haven’t reccomended her stuff more like DANG good writing right here T^T✨💗

words: 5,181. Chapters: 1/?

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🐉 fic friday

the nights were ours

daemon targaryen x reader

secret relationship, soft daemon & caraxes

I had spent the last month in The Red Keep as my older brother was well on his way to be betrothed to princess Rhaenyra. He had insisted it would be a nice change of scenery for me and he couldn’t have been more right.

Rhaenyra’s uncle Daemon had stared me down across every room we’d been in the first week, and I had walked as if on eggshells around him. It wasn’t until he first spoke to me that I realised his heavy gaze was of something quite different than hate.

That same night he had insisted I stay up when the rest of the kingdom went to sleep. There was something about his presence that had made me unable to decline his advances when he had kissed me against a cold tree in the dusk. He had seen something he wanted and taken it.

Soon the nights were ours. That was when we came alive. And I had never felt so alive before. Exchanging discreet looks across rooms in the daylight, and sneaking into his chamber at night. Feeling his sturdy fingers curl into my flesh amongst his sheets and watching his pleased smiles flicker in the dull candlelight. Waking up with his heavy arm caging me in against his bare chest and wondering when and how I would have to sneak back to my own bed chamber.

Tonight we were outside. It was dark but there was a fire in Daemon’s eyes as he led me down a terrain of uneven stones. I could see the outlines of a massive dragon begin to form in the dark. Even more so I heard its heavy breaths and felt the heat hit me in intervals. He had promised I would be safe as long as I stuck by his side.

“My brother would have your head if I was burned by dragon fire,” I reminded with a soft giggle and squeezed Daemon’s hand. I only saw the back of his head but I could almost make out the beaming smirk on his lips.

“I’d quite like to see him try.”

He was right of course. I had recognised quickly there was probably no one I knew that could measure up to Daemon in a fight.

With every step I got more and more nervous, as details of the dragon’s vicious face grew more visible. He flashed his teeth in a casual manner and my instincts almost made me halt. I had only ever seen dragons in the sky. From that far away I hadn’t been able to tell that their teeth were the same size as me.

“He’s gracious to those who deserve it,” Daemon said in an attempt to ease my anxiety. I grimaced with uncertainty and he gave a small smile.

“You are the sweetest girl I have ever known,” he declared in a hoarse whisper and caught my face in both his hands, staring down at me from his significant height. My gaze flickered between his moonlit face and the bored looking dragon behind him.

“He would never think to harm you. Trust me.”

Trust him. Somehow I did. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and my stomach fluttered.

He turned around at last and gave me a vague gesture to stay still for now, as he closed the distance between him and his dragon.

“Caraxes,” he spoke his name in a steady and warm tone, laying his palms and forehead against the angular nose. The dragon huffed softly and closed his eyes for a moment. I held my breath as my heart softened.

“Come,” Daemon whispered and glanced back at me. I grabbed his extended hand and walked on wobbly legs the last steps up to the calm beast. I held my breath again and felt nearly lightheaded as I allowed Daemon to place my smaller hand against the side of Caraxes’ face. His eyes opened in curiosity and it felt as if my heart stopped for a moment. I could feel sweat begin to form on my top lip.

Daemon hushed softly into the quiet night but I couldn’t tell who he was trying to calm down, me or his dragon.

Caraxes’ scales were rough to the touch and cold despite exhaling incredible heat with every breath. I was absolutely astounded at the power he held in his body. With every long inhale he took I watched his torso expand and I felt the vibration in my finger from his throaty exhales. At last he closed his eyes again and I could release my own breath.

“I told you he would like you,” Daemon mumbled and I laughed breathily. I caught a softness in his eyes which I had learned was rare to find in him. Maybe only in the heavy darkness could he allow himself to smile at me so purely.

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: ABO sans Smut (ft. Batfam)

As the title indicates, have some ABO fics that don't feature smut but do feature characers from the Batfam.

Homeward Bound, Safe and Sound (AO3) - "The baby was swimming in blood and Jason’s instincts are screaming. Servants come to clear the dead nursemaid away, but they are harmless compared to the alpha currently cradling his pup. Jason doesn’t—can’t remember much. He doesn’t know who the mother, Talia’s mate, is. Jason doesn’t know much of anything besides what he’s been told since he burst through the oily slick surface of the Lazarus pit."

Love is Warmth (AO3) - "There are some... unexpected side effects when Jason meets Dick's daughter for the first time."

My Heart to Joy at the Same Tone (AO3) - "It's blatantly obvious that Batman can't be trusted with Tim's Robin. It's time to bring Jason into the Drake Pack."

Sentinel Over Golden Bough (AO3) - "Jason Todd yanks on his red helmet and switches over to the Bat comms. The comm line is a scramble of everyone talking around and over each other, hunting for Robin."

The Best Taste in Omegas (AO3) - "There's a pup in Jason's nest. He's here, covered in blood and guts after a long night spent, uh, clearing up some misunderstandings with the drug smugglers over at the docks, and there's a fucking strange pup conked out in his nest. Fuck his body for presenting omega, fuck omega hormones for being catnip for kids, and fuck him for being too soft to kick the brat out." Set to Private

Bonus: A Gift of Knowledge (AO3) - "Dick’s voice is hoarse with suppressed fury. “So, you’re just exposing us to this, this outrageous substance, and torturing us by leaving us here, bound and drugged?”

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Fic Friday (52)

A year's worth of Fic Fridays! While I may have been late a few times, I have yet to actually miss a Friday which is an accomplishment. Hope you enjoy another Christmas fic. Happy Holidays!

Title: Miracle on West 53rd

Author: @msrafterdark

Word Count: 30,846

AO3 Description: Following the death of her husband Daniel, Dana Scully has begun taking their young daughter to a child psychologist to help cope with the loss of her father...after getting to know Dr. Fox Mulder through the Christmas season she begins to experience her own healing journey and realizes that maybe there really is hope in love.

There is angst in this story, but don't worry—it will end as it should. Xx

My thoughts: This fic is so sweet! I've actually never seen the movie, so I can't compare but I think this is a really well-done AU. Mulder and Scully feel true to themselves even though their circumstances are different. Seeing Mulder bond with Emily is so precious and you know a Scully lady cannot resist him. I was shocked when I got to the last chapter because I wasn't ready for the story to end! This is definitely the perfect fic to get you in the holiday spirit!

Enjoy! Tagging @today-in-fic

[ketchupcrisp]

It’s Dissolution’s turn this week! Steve and Tony start to really dig into the heart of their biggest issues, which basically involved me sitting at my computer sniffling for three chapters straight (and counting.)

DepressionBeard!Steve says go read it now! (Or, you know. When you have time.)

[aspidities]

Welcome to the Ides of Smut Month, beware those stabby dicks!

We’ve been full blown with wedding planning (or at least J has been, I have been steadily mourning how little I understood of Expensive before now) but I did manage to work on at least one Thing this month and that Thing is here for you to share!

Spring has sprung, indeed.

I put chapters three AND four up on AO3 to catch up, but if that’s not enough you can head on over to horny jail/Patreon for Chapter 5.

Happy reading and happy Spring!

[baejax-the-great]

jamming my fingertips into all your wounds by riverdanceeee (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). Modern college AU. Patroclus dumped Achilles years ago. Now he needs him to fill in as harpist for his university final project. Patroclus is incredibly unhinged in this, lmao. Love it.

Where The Dead Forget by @darlingpoppet (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). Patroclus drank from the Lethe and removed every memory he had of Achilles. Achilles has finally been granted permission to visit him in Elysium. So angsty and with so many fun Iliad cameos.

The Rumor Mill by Paladingineer (Gen, G, complete). Hawke accidentally (and perhaps Varric knowingly) turns herself into a modern day Atalanta of sorts. Short and fun.

New Behaviors by Luddleston (Thanatos x Zagreus, E, Complete). Prior to Zagreus, Thanatos had never had sexual desire, much less sex. It's a learning experience.

As Fate Would Have It by @johaerys-writes (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). First omegaverse story I've read. I'm keen on any story where the characters are telling each other how annoyed they are with each other in the midst of boning.

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Fic Friday

Today's Piece:

Writer's Socials

AO3 - FoldingFacets

Tumblr - @precarious-hermit

Why it's beloved

It's fucking great, It's hilarious and really creative, There aren't many chapters but I re-read it fairly often. Danny is just trying to do his job, Flash is made of three kinds of anxiety, Wally is ready to throw hands. The characterization is perfect, Danny IS the IRS.

Interested in suggesting your favorite works or submitting some shameless self promo? All submission are taken in server, so send an ask to the blog and get your link 💗🥳

[three-drink-amy]

Fanfic Friday

Thanks for the tag @alrightbuckaroo! I was literally just thinking about starting it this week when I got the tag!

Rules: share a fic (or fanart or gif) that you’re proud of! Moodboard optional!

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest

(aka firefighters)

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

When he’s wrapping up at the end of his first week, buttoning his shirt and grabbing his bag, Henry wanders into the locker room. Alex flashes him a polite smile, but not much more. “Okay, so, we’re all going out. And you’re coming with us,” Henry announces. He stands against the doorjamb, his arms crossed at his chest.

Alex looks over at him with a surprised expression on his face. “Oh? And what if I don’t want to go out?”

“Too bad?” Henry jokes. He laughs to himself and steps closer to Alex. “We’re going out to celebrate the end of your first week with us. So, come on! You’ve gotta come.”

“I really don’t, though.” Alex crosses his arms as he argues.

A third person joins the conversation. “Alex, just fucking join us,” Raf says, shaking his head at Alex. “We’re trying to bring you into the 215 family. Just come on. Don’t be a little bitch about it.”

Henry chokes back a laugh as he turns to look from Raf to Alex. The disbelief on his face must be clear. Weirdly enough, it takes Rafael’s bluntness for Alex to agree. “Fine, fine, fine. But I can’t promise I’ll have a good time.”

No pressure tagging: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @cha-melodius @chaotictarlos @stutteringpeach @lightningboltreader @orchidscript @bonheur-cafe @danieljradcliffe @walkinginland @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @catanisspicy @rosedavid @cricketnationrise @villiageidiot @athousandrooms @actual-sleeping-beauty @celeritas2997 @celaestis1 @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

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Friday Fic Book Report : Day 1

Fic Featured:

Boiling Over by @createandconstruct on AO3

(If you don't want your fic featured please LMK)

ok i got a little goofy with it this fic hurt me

Rating : ow

[steddieunderdogfics]

The Broom Closet by goodluckgettingtosleep

Rating: E

8,486 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Because it's dark and they think it's someone else, Blow Jobs, Accidental Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Boys Kissing, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Fluff and Humor, Boys In Love, Love Confessions, Sexuality Crisis, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 04, Everybody Lives, Dorks in Love, Couch Cuddles

Summary:

“Harrington?” Eddie squeaks, “What— I thought— What the fuck? You’re not—you’re not Tommy.” Steve stares at him. “And you’re not the girl I was supposed to meet in here!” he points out, sounding just as helpless as he feels. This is Eddie. Not some girl, it's Eddie fucking Munson.

or, Steve and Eddie get tricked into having sex with each other in a dark broom closet, but it's kind of the best thing that's ever happened to them.

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

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Fic Fridayyyy (Saturday, sorry bout that)

He Who Sees The End, by Loujitsuhotsoup word count: 102,458. Chapters 18/?

Read here

pls read this is a severely underrated fic 🙏🏼👀✨

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🌆 fic friday;

“you were in my dream”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

The weekend had slipped away from us and we were clawing onto the last few hours of Sunday, Damon on his side and me on my stomach on his carpeted floor. I couldn’t believe it was only a few months ago that we first met, through our mutual friend Graham. Some time ago he had slipped out of the equation though, and now I spent entire weekends at Damon’s place without batting an eye. It was like I was caught up in a constant buzz that wouldn’t wear off.

“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing my finger at the tattoo on his forearm. It resembled a leaf of clover.

“I don’t know. Nothing really.”

“Aren’t things more meaningful if they… mean something?” I laughed and Damon chuckled along, nodding.

“Generally, yeah.”

“You know what I mean!” I laughed tiredly and flipped onto my back, laying my cheek against the rough carpet to keep my gaze on him. “Aren’t things nicer or.. less perishable, when they mean something?”

Damon waited for a beat, thinking. He always took his time when pondering something and felt no stress or embarrassment about putting the conversation on hold. I envied that.

“What does this mean?” he asked poignantly a moment later. His hand waved softly in the air between us where we layed in the warm evening sun on his floor. My body stiffened and heart rate picked up. A million words flooded my mind and I peered through them to blink back at him. At last I laughed weakly and looked away, up at the ceiling.

”That’s a good question.”

We stayed quiet for a few moments as I anxiously counted the squares in the ceiling.

“You were in my dream last night,” he revealed and my eyes darted back at him. He had long, soft shadows on his face from the sinking sun.

“What were we doing?”

A smile came upon Damon’s lips but he bit down on it and his cheeks gained some colour.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.”

“Shut up,” I laughed nervously and our voices faded. My gaze trailed away again and we laid under the heavy silence for a moment, him replaying his dream and me trying to picture it. Many visuals were crowding my mind.

“We were lying down like now.”

I smiled with two hot cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue describing what we both were thinking.

“But you were…”

I looked back at him again as he propped his head up to lay it in his palm, blinking down at me.

“I was?”

“…A lot closer.”

My muscles were still tense but I managed to scoot an arm’s length closer to him, placing my pounding heart just inches from his.

“Like this?” I mumbled. Our smiles had faded and the sun had nearly set now, casting its last orange rays across our bodies. Damon shook his head softly.

“Not quite.”

Moving purely out of instinct, I pushed myself off the floor and carefully swung a leg across his hips, pinning him to the floor on his back. Damon flashed a slanted smile again and trailed his eyes down my body slowly. When they came back up to meet mine again, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took a risk and bent down, hurriedly pressing my lips against his before I might’ve lost the courage. He was quick to respond and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist instantly.

“Now, this feels more like the dream,” Damon mumbled into our kiss with a deep smirk.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Surprise Relative

Some fics where a surpise blood relation pops up. Like, sometimes the guy who raised you was lying about being your dad, sometimes a Pit gives you a baby, etc.

Imprint (AO3) - "He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.'

Red Blood, Blue Blood (AO3) - "Jason Todd was living a very ordinary life in Crime Alley before his mother gets sick. Then, suddenly, Jason and Catherine have to grapple with the secret everyone has known since Jason was born with black hair and blue eyes—Willis Todd wasn't his biological father. Bruce Wayne is, and not only is he the richest man in Gotham, he has three other children who may not be glad to have an interloper in their midst."

Going Off-Book (AO3) - "Dick winces. “Tim, meet Damian Wayne. Apparently, his mom told him who his dad was when he turned eighteen and the first thing he did after finding out was enroll in the nearest police academy. He served for a couple of years and just arranged a transfer here from Metropolis.” He directs a pleading gaze at Tim. “Like I said, Bruce had to go out of town for a while, but he asked me to show Damian the ropes. Tim, I’m sorry, but—"

when the dead tree flowers (AO3) - "It wasn't solely Jango Fett's DNA that went into making Domino Squad. Palpatine had other plans for them. Thankfully, so does their second genetic donor, and he has just as few qualms about murder as a Sith Lord."

Open Arms (AO3) - "The story starts when Quinlan get's a call from the hospital; an old girlfriend has given birth and named him the father, leaving the baby at the hospital. This triggers a series of events that bring Fox back into contact with his bio family, who he is not as distant from as he might like to think."

Bonus: welcome all your bastard actions home (AO3) - "Daenerys had arrived at Winterfell three days past, a great host of dragons and roses and suns and krakens, clearly expecting Jon -- the King in the North, as uneasy that title rests on his shoulders -- to bend the knee. Instead, he takes her to the crypts to speak of ancient history."

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Fic Friday (32)

Title: Tempest

Author: Missy Pennington

Description: Mulder and Scully survive a plane crash to find themselves injured and stranded in the Appalachian wilderness.

My thoughts: I have a handful of fics that I love to reread as comfort fics, and this is one of them. One of the reasons is that Tempest incorporates a lot of my beloved tropes, like Mulder and Scully relying on each other for survival, tending each other's injuries, UST to RST, and hurt/comfort. It's also well-written, and an exciting story. The only downside is that it's not on AO3. But if you can stand reading the txt version, definitely check this one out.

Enjoy! Tagging @today-in-fic