#friday fic upload

[perceivedregret]

just a (long) snippet of pt 19 of so it goes, my vampire!steve au where blood sucking happens and human!eddie kinda maybe sorta doesn't mind it much. part one and the link to my ao3 in my pinned if youre interested ♡

Steve shifts uncomfortably, feeling heavy, like he’s drugged out on Hawthorne. Since he passed the threshold, something has changed in the air, but he can't figure out what, just knows he would do well to get out of here before he does something stupid. He shakes his head, hopes it'll clear it. It doesn't, so he sighs. “Well, thanks but uh, I should–”

“Do you want a smoke?” Eddie interrupts, his hands procuring a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

The thing is, Steve really shouldn’t stay.

He shouldn’t stay because his gums are starting to ache and he has a migraine behind his eyes beginning to form. He should be getting in his car, he should be driving away, should be getting back to putting as much space as possible between himself and Eddie Munson, the man he’s supposed to hate, the same man he's kissed while sipping his blood.

Except he doesn’t and instead he mutters: “Sure, I could use a smoke.” Eddie grins a languid thing, one that sends a shot of ice down Steve's spine. And with that smile he continues to surprise Steve. He doesn't go out the front door as Steve expected. Instead, he shuts the door and walks past Steve, past the kitchen, and back into a room. Steve follows and comes up short when he realizes this is his room.

Eddie is already lighting his smoke when he turns, catching Steve stuck at the edge of his door. He exhales, smoke spreading across the room.

“Am I supposed to invite you into every room?” he asks, sitting along the edge of his bed, offering Steve a butt from his case. Steve struggles with a breath as he crosses the threshold and takes the offered cig.

“No, no,” Steve says, lowering his head as Eddie offers a light, thanking him silently once the cooling burn of smoke fills his lungs. He exhales, adds to the billow of rising smoke. “I just thought we’d take it outside, or something.”

“Well, I hope 'or something' is good enough. I um." Eddie shifts, moves until he's as close to the edge as he can be without being off his bed, leg bouncing almost erratically. He clears his throat. "I actually wanted to talk to you. To ask you some things," Eddie mumbles. He takes another inhale, exhales in the general direction of Steve. Steve suddenly really regrets agreeing to stay, the smoke doing barely anything to dampen the smell of his blood on his breath.

“What um… sure, what's up?” Steve stutters, nearly fumbling his smoke.

"How did you die?" Eddie asks, relaxing back into his bed, hair sprawled out in a halo around his head.

Steve takes a sharp inhale of smoke as he remembers the night. "A girl named Heather. The same one who turned Chrissy, she uh, snapped my neck. It's her go to move, I guess."

"Is that how..." Eddie doesn't finish it but Steve knows he's talking about Chrissy.

"Yeah."

"Hm. Did it hurt?"

Steve sways his head as he considers how to answer, knows he's really asking for Chrissy. "Kinda, yes? But also, no. It was quick. It's like I went to sleep and had that dream where it feels like you're falling out of bed and suddenly it's like all the air was knocked out of my lungs when I first woke up. After that, the first breath, it's always the hardest when you come back."

"Hardest when you come back after that? What do you mean, do you have to die more than once to turn?"

Steve laughs as he scratches absentmindedly along his cheek. "No no, not to turn, but we can still technically die again after we've changed. I've uhh, had my neck snapped a few times in the past to get, uh, subdued. Hurts like a bitch for second but again, it's over so quick it kinda doesn't matter. We can't die that easily. We can only be killed by fire of the sun, a stake to the chest, decap-" Steve motions towards his head with a click of his teeth, "-or having our hearts ripped out."

Eddie whistles, smoke escaping his lips with the sound. "Ouch."

"Yeah." Steve takes another drag, adding to the fog that surrounds them. "So, what else do you want to know?"

Eddie takes a deep breath and Steve tenses as he says-

“You kissed me and I want to know why.”

A swallow gets caught in Steve’s throat, his mouth suddenly dry as his attention snaps back from the haze that threatens to take him. “What?”

Eddie waves him off. “Okay, ya know what, we can skip that for now. Did you mean to hit me?”

Steve scoffs, taking a step forward. “Of course not.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“It was an accident,” Steve nearly shouts. “I didn’t mean to, man, but you cornered me.”

Eddie hums, shifting his weight as he seems to build himself up to ask- “Was the kiss also an accident?”

“No.” Steve says it faster than his mind can process the question. No? What do you mean no, Harrington? he thinks to himself. “I mean yes. I mean, I- I don’t know. No?”

“Then why’d you do it?”

Steve balks. “You were bleeding, alright, and I'm a vampire! You were bleeding and it was an accident. You cornered me, okay and well, I– you, you.” Steve snaps his fingers as the first coherent thought forms. “Okay, well, why did you follow me in there to begin with? None of that would have happened if you didn’t go in there.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie mutters quietly, his cigarette already nearing its end.

“What do you mean you don’t know, you’re the entire reason it happened.” Steve’s own cig sits half abandoned between his fingers, his mind and heart racing. Why did I stay? he thinks.

“I don’t know.” Eddie stands up and Steve nearly jumps out of his skin. The air has shifted yet again. He didn’t realize how close in proximity he was to Eddie until he stood and their noses nearly touched. Eddie puts out the butt of his cigarette and takes Steve’s, his officially abandoned.

“What, man, do I scare you?” Eddie muses, a quirk of his lips that makes his dimples show.

“A little,” Steve breathes, surprised by his own honesty. It surprises Eddie as well, if his raised eyebrows are anything to go by. “I mean, no, it's.... I'm not really scared of you, just like. I guess scared of what I can do to you, if that makes sense.”

“Like what,” Eddie breathes, stepping closer, closer again, close enough to crowd Steve’s space. Steve swallows on nothing as he stumbles into a dresser, fingers grasped tightly along the edges of it. Eddie continues to crowd in, until he’s too close. "What are you scared of doing to me?” Eddie murmurs, eyes flashing down once to Steve’s lips.

The air is suffocating.

“You should be the one scared of me,” Steve says quietly, seems to have unconsciously leaned forward because he’s suddenly breathing the same air as Eddie, his scent, his entire being. Ever since he’s had a taste he’s been craving him and right now it's the hardest it's ever been to resist.

Why didn’t I leave, he thinks again. His throat is on fire, burning as the scent of Eddie’s blood fills his head. His thinks about his last drink, which was Eddie, and how sweet and this side of intoxicating it had been.

How Eddie's lips felt while he drank his blood.

“What are you doing,” Steve breathes, Eddie's hands heavy searing brands on his waist.

“I don’t know.” Eddie breathes back, and suddenly he’s kissing Steve Harrington....

read the rest and the start on my ao3

[gemharvest]

Pairing: Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Pico (Girlfriend/Pico focus) Word Count: 4,943 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He couldn’t always fall back asleep, but even just laying in silence, cuddling one or both of his partners, was enough to help him feel rested. It was nice. A feeling he enjoyed after many years of associating sleep with frustration and anxiety. Everything felt right when in their arms. That’s where he found himself now, sandwiched between Boyfriend and Girlfriend as they all slept on their shared bed. Night had fallen hours ago, and, miraculously, Pico had managed to stay asleep just fine. The man was out as if he had never had a problem with sleep in his life. The same could not be said for a certain demoness, however. Usually the best out of her partners when it came to sleeping, she instead found herself wide awake; looking around the room in boredom. ----- Girlfriend finds herself awake in the dead of night, unable to fall back asleep, and caught up in loving thoughts about her boyfriends. The depth of her affection overwhelms even her, and she needs some way to relieve it.

[lilithpleasant]

well, well, well, look who remembered how to make recolors

and by remembered, i mean, used this tutorial

[supercutofbuck]

Take a Risk (And Find a Little Love) 🤍

buck/eddie | 9.2k words | shutupheather on ao3

“Does that mean I can finally set you up with someone? Please?” she pleaded, her puppy dog eyes working maybe a little too well.

Always quick to cave, Buck took a swig of his beer before replying, “Oh what the hell… why not?”

OR

Buck is a teacher who is new to LA, and he's ready to settle down. His sister decides to play matchmaker and sets him up with the perfect date.

*excerpt under the cut :)

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She made a wild gesture of her hands as if to suggest the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “Honey, think… Who do we know that fits the bill here?” Chim just continued to stare at her in response, “Drawing a blank here Maddie.” “Oh my god,” she groaned, before leaning in to whisper in the man’s ear.  Whatever she said, it made Chim’s eyes widen a cartoonish amount. He turned his body to face her fully before asking, “No… Do you think?” She nodded with excitement, “I mean c’mon, wouldn’t they be kind of perfect together?” Chim then shifted again to fully face Buck. He considered his face and made an overall scan of Buck’s person - taking in minor details and making Buck feel like a bug under a microscope in the process. The man then pulled out his phone, did a quick search for something, and then held it between himself and Buck. From where Buck was sitting, he couldn’t see the screen but he assumed it was a picture of his potential match. The couple in front of him looked to the screen, then looked at Buck, then back to the screen. They did this for a few minutes, exchanging a few smiles and conspiring whispers. Buck was itching to reach out for the screen, but before he could-  “I could see it,” Chim finally determined, pocketing his phone rather quickly. “Honestly Maddie, the way your brain works… this could be your magnum opus.” “I’m good right!” Maddie said cheerfully to her partner. “We should talk to him and try to set something up.” “W-wait, wait, wait,” Buck interjected. “Don’t I get to see a photo first? Maybe get a brief synopsis? Criminal background? The power to veto?” “Oh believe me, you don’t want to veto this one,” Maddie added.

Read the rest on ao3 🤍🤍

[bougiebutchbitch]

a bougiebutchbaby is done with their exam

a bougiebutchbaby is *so sleeby*

[umgeorge]

via shigasportsjapan's ig story - august 31, 2024

[no1ryomafan]

I hope whoever thought it was a good idea for AO3 to not allow on mobile the ability of bold and Italic text to be carried over from a copy n paste doc even when you FUCKING SELECT HTML AND NOT PLAIN TEXT a very pleasant “I hope you were kicked off the staff” and I’m only half joking.

[storm-leviosa-fanfics]

Foreign Object Podfic - the final update

I pity my poor laptop.

Finally, the full-length version of the podfic (it's basically an audiobook guys) is available to listen to. it is over 10 hours long.

[stardust948]

~*~ 

“You may want to stand back for this, my child.”

Zuko barely had time to react when a bright flash lit up the night. When it died down, a huge red dragon stood in its place. Zuko screamed and shielded his face, already expecting the worse.

“Peace, Zuko. It’s only me.” It spoke in the old man’s voice. “Hmm. Maybe I should have given you more of a warning. I always forget how easily spooked humans are.”

“Who are you?!”

“I am Iroh, your Guardian Spirit dragon!” He said proudly. “All children of Agni have one.” 

~*~

[inkblackorchid]

*coughs* This is the full, unedited version of chapter 3 of To Be of Use. I'd say I can explain, but I can't. But hey, for anyone who might have been worried, it is still coming!

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

*sighs in new fanfic*

[bumblerhizal-art]

🎉Happy New Year🎉

This one had better be a better one, but what better way to celebrate the new year than some silly ship foreshadowing from my wip fic that i said i'd stop talking about on here because i need to focus on finishing it. The prologue rewrite, that one

<🌙-

"As it turns out," Soris said. "They actually have run off to join the Dalish."

Novhen raised his eyebrows, "Really? I didn't think they had that sort of follow-through, but if you ask me, they might just have the right idea."

"I'm sure you think so. And then you can come running back crying a month later because you missed us too much to manage," he rolled his eyes.

Novhen grinned, "Ach, fine then. I’ll just find myself a wealthy shem girl from the other side of the gate instead. I'll get to choose my own bride, and we won't need to worry about making ends meet to boot."

"A human? Now that I’d pay to see. And how would you break it to your da?"

"Who says he has to know? Maybe I just took a job with room and board on the far side of town," Novhen said.

"A human wife and no regard for his father?" Soris shook his head. "Just who are you?”

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Aka. the reference point for him joking about running off for the Dalish later in the fic. Just some dudes trying to cope with events out of their control before it becomes really out of their control

Novhen's birthday (if we forget to correct for Southern Hemisphere) is coming up soon, so i have to dedicate all my time to even trying to get this out on time for him. I might just have to publish the Hidden ficlet before this is ready. Maybe i'll get lucky and push through. Wish me well 🍷

[tinogiehd]

guys vote I am ending it at 5

[misconceivedcapricorn]

you know i first followed you for your react fic, and now i follow you for cats how weird

LMAO thanks for sticking with me for this long it's probably been a wild fucking ride 😭🙏

Thank you so much for the support as well!!

[take-a-cchonce]

yall it hasn't even been three hours i-

yall crazy ily

im such a copycat yay but ive been working on this one larry fic and i was planning to upload it on the 28th but now im in love with how its turned out so i just need some motivation to get it THE FUCK done and quickly put it up and I'll just write another for the 28th.

anyways if this gets to 500 notes till the 5th? I'll drop it on Sunday

ik it's not too crazy a target but i really just want an excuse to get it done.

edit: yall are going too fast tell me you didn't get it halfway there already? increasing it now feels mean 😭

[freetobeeyouandme]

i hate editing so much why did i decide to do this to myself