#upcoming fic update

[shiorimakibawrites]

"Part I - A Tale of Two Men" of Cozy Corners is finished. It clocked in at 6,540 words. I need to give it another editing pass and write my notes but I should get it posted shortly.

[transvampireboyfriend]

"Can I kiss you?" Steve asks, eyes glued to the side of Eddie's face.

Eddie is sitting on his couch and Steve is hanging out across from him, lounging on Wayne's recliner.

He gets to use it whenever Wayne's at work, with his explicit permission and now priority, since Eddie was jealous enough to start a mock argument and Wayne took Steve's side just to tease his nephew.

So now Eddie has to give that place up whenever Steve's over. Which, he almost always is, these days.

They're watching some horror movie Steve's not paying attention to because Eddie keeps laughing delightedly and the sound is starting to feel like coming home for Steve.

Not to mention, Eddie's wearing a crop-top again today, and the hair on his stomach renders Steve absolutely useless and unable to pay attention to anything else around them.

Not that his attention is too far from Eddie most days, at most times.

Eddie was saying the movie's killer was an idiot for getting the girl before he wasted her asshole boyfriend and Steve laughed at that, and suddenly, noticing how content he was here made him brave enough to ask for more.

"What?" Eddie asks in response, his eyes wide as he turns to look at Steve

"I asked if I can kiss you" Steve repeats, not one to back down, not when he's caught Eddie staring at him all starry-eyed before, not when Eddie goes out of his way all the time to make Steve's days so much better.

Eddie blinks "No, I heard you, I just- I just meant-" he splutters "um, I'm not really sure what I meant"

Steve watches the red spread across Eddie's cheek and smiles.

"So. Can I?" Steve presses

"I mean-" Eddie says, out of breath "yeah. Yeah, you sure can." he says.

Steve feels butterflies flutter in his chest. He gets up from Wayne's chair and goes to sit beside Eddie on the couch.

Eddie watches him like a deer in headlights, all the way through.

When he sits, Steve presses a kiss against Eddie's cheek. The warmth of his blush feels like early morning sunshine on Steve's lips.

"Oh," Eddie murmurs, almost sounding disappointed,

"No, I meant on your lips," Steve confirms, "but you look a little stunned"

That startles a soft laugh from Eddie.

"I guess I wasn't prepared to-"

"You don't have to do anything, I can take care of it" Steve interrupts jokingly, making Eddie laugh again, louder this time, joyous, the kind Steve keeps hoping for and never gets tired of.

"Smartass," Eddie accuses, softly pushing Steve's face away with his hand,

Steve laughs, enjoying the contact. Once their laughter dies down he says, honestly,

"You just have to want it too"

Eddie moves his hand to cradle Steve's face and bring him closer again, "Of course I want it." he says, his eyes trailing down Steve's face and focusing on his lips "I want it so much. Can we just stop talking about it and can you just-?"

Before Eddie can finish asking, Steve nods, says "Okay," and leans in to join their lips.

Eddie's lips are soft and he melts against Steve, his hands finding Steve's waist and resting there, sending a comforting warmth spreading up Steve's sides.

Steve buries his hands in Eddie's hair like he's wanted to do for months now, drawing him impossibly closer and holding him there with as much care as he can muster when they draw apart.

He can't resist going back in to gently kiss Eddie once, twice. Three, four times.

Eddie giggles, moves to lock Steve inside his hold, his arms crossing behind Steve's back and drawing him into his lap.

Steve goes easily, with a smile on his face and his heart hammering in his chest.

"I love this t-shirt" Steve confesses, running his hands down the soft material, until he gets to the cut off point, just on Eddie's ribs, and traces his fingers on bare skin.

Eddie presses a loud kiss to the joint of Steve's jaw,

" 've you been ogling me, Harrington?" Eddie teases him. Steve giggles, giddy with their closeness and how easy this is.

"Maybe," Steve says, finally getting to touch that happy trail, softly running his fingers over it. He watches as he does it too, feeling hypnotized.

He doesn't know how much time passes before he looks up again and finds Eddie looking at him like that again, like Steve hung the moon or something.

"You're beautiful" Eddie tells him, sounding out of breath.

Steve gasps dramatically, "Have you been ogling me, Munson?" he asks in his best gossipy tone,

It startles a loud laugh out of Eddie, one that shows his dimples, crinkles his eyes and throws his head back. Steve can't wipe the grin off his face, watching him.

"Oh!" Eddie gasps between laughs "ALL the time," he answers "just. 24/7. nonstop"

Steve giggles again. He adores this boy.

He cradles Eddie's face and traces the wrinkles around his eyes with his thumbs. Presses them to Eddie's dimples, traces the smile on his lips. Such a pretty smile, Steve tells him so.

Eddie draws up to place a kiss to the side of Steve's nose, right where Steve knows he has one of two marks from wearing his reading glasses earlier.

It's weird, surprising and oddly sweet, so much sweeter because Steve adores that Eddie surprises him all the time.

Steve chases after Eddie to kiss him again, trails his hands down Eddie's face and neck, one hand gently toying with Eddie's necklace and the other placed on top of the soft material of his t-shirt.

Eddie gives him so many kisses, long kisses and short ones, big and small ones, desperate and unhurried ones, so many sweet ones.

Steve gets lost in it, smiles against them and categorizes them as best he can, sighs against them and as the movie finishes unwatched and Eddie trails his fingers under Steve's shirt, Steve promises himself he'll collect as many kisses from Eddie Munson as he possibly can.

[urhoneycombwitch]

in case it wasn’t clear. this blog and this bitch do NOT support the industrial military complex.

[ronearoundblindly]

Sneak Peek 💜💚💜

frat boy! Ari Levinson x college student!Reader

At a party with your boyfriend when things aren't going well between you, your old classmate--the notorious jock and man-whore, Ari--catches you in a weak moment...

Warnings for drinking/partying but not much else in this bit. (That might be a terrible summary for this excerpt but I made there too much going on to explain succinctly. My bad.) WC 720

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to hold your hand, but it doesn’t matter. He walks ahead of you a few feet to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver farther in than the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies two years ago, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her top half covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone below him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved since your freshman year at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts for you to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs with no room to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either.

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets pulled off for the next partnered game.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You took a detour to dump your cup in crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a ‘no, thank you’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

He wouldn’t drug himself with anything, you imagine, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

Ari smiles softly.

“Where’s what’s-his-face?” He scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as Ari takes another swig of soda, his pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw back, and keep your guess silent. Perhaps knuckle deep in the toilet?

Ari contemplates for a moment. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Poor bandana girl. That’s a little harsh to be fobbed off so soon.

“So—”Ari elbows you gently “—how you been, smartie-pants?”

A/N: I cannot express to you the sheer amount of internal screaming I have done while writing this. He's...he's too...uhhhh my gawdddddd. He's too beautiful.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[bellaxgiornata]

Filthy public smut at Josie’s featuring Matt Murdock being a damn menace coming Valentine’s Day (Feb 14) 🔥

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

here’s a list of what’s in my drafts, so you know what i’m working on!! -

- a protective declan o’hara fic (some yearning and secret feelings) edit - read here.

- a triple frontier boys fic (same format as Time, Tethered and Home is Where the Heart Is)

- little honey girl christmas fic (just festive fluff)

- a barely started father charlie (grotesquerie) fic (honestly i’m not sure if i have an audience for this which is why I haven’t finished it lmao)

and then way way down in my drafts from literally like last year I have -

- a half done professor joel miller fic

- a half done jake seresjn x floyd!reader fluff (where he’s very sweet and very soft)

- and, hilariously, I have like 1000 words of web of lies part two done (which I know I accidentally abandoned.. I am sorry)

as always, if any of these look particularly appealing to you, let me know!! supply and demand etc etc, if lots of people want a certain one then i’ll finish that first. <3

[spideyjimin]

LITTLE UPDATE

1. un cielo di perle part 1 is fully written. it won’t be posted right away, it still needs a good read.

expect some intense encounters, some tension between taehyung and oc, some teasing from both sides. taehyung is a bit of an asshole & oc doesn’t like his attitude 🥴

2. i already started writing part 2, taehyung is still an asshole…

3. all the parts of un cielo di perle already posted will slightly be adjusted. i’ve been really diving into creating this universe these days.

3. a new universe will make its appearance in the upcoming days, i’ll let you discover it 🫣

4. a teaser for a new fic will be posted on my birthday, this saturday 🤗 p.s.: it’s linked to the new universe

BY PURE CURIOSITY: what are your favourite fic of mine?

take care & stay safe, angels 💜

[raayllum]

making progress with ch10 and

current word count: 2.k3k expected word count: 8-9k

snippet:

Callum tucked his sun ruby away in his pocket, exhaling now that it’d done its job. He put his hands on his hips and then glanced over at Rayla, thinking of the first time they’d stood beneath the Storm Spire together, with Ezran, shadowpaw, and Zym in tow. He smiled more easily now in spite of the frigid conditions.  “Tip-top this time, too?” he asked, pleased when she snorted. “Looks like.” She stepped back to glance around it, craning her neck. “Do you think there’s a way to activate something, or—?” “Maybe?” He jostled his shoulders. “I could just fly us up.” “You could,” she acknowledged with a fond eye roll, “but we want to make sure there’s somewhere to land once we get all the way up there. Magic can be tricky sometimes. There might not be a platform to land on without the right spell, or at least not one we can recognize because of illusions, or something.”  “I guess.” He surveyed it, sticking his tongue in his cheek rather than out between his lips because of the cold. Then he noticed Rayla trying not to laugh at him. “What?” “Just a familiar face,” she said. “The I’m-trying-to-think-of-a-dumb-idea face.” “You might change your tune when it gets us up there.” And she might’ve—if two figures hadn’t dropped down from the dark sky out of nowhere. Rayla whipped out a blade as her and Callum leapt back, putting distance between them and the stem of the Starscraper. 

[sarahowritesostucky]

Currently Listening to:

While Writing:

[anjuschiffer]

So I gave her a mission to help her clean her thoughts out and figure out how she was going to search for her friend… I didn’t think she would-”

“I need you to leave.” Jason spoke, sliding the folder back to Bruce. “Now.”

Bruce looked at Jason before turning to leave. 

“Keep the folder. I’ll keep searching for the girl. I’ll let you know if I find her.”

Jason listened as Bruce’s steps grew quiter, listening as the door to his office shut closed. 

Jason slumped back into his chair, slowly taking off his helmet, peeling off his domino mask, letting his tears spill over.

He used the palm of his hand to wipe them off, irritating his cheekbones with the amount of tears he was crying.

“Why didn’t you do this for me, Pops?”

[shiorimakibawrites]

Writing Update - Alley Cat (And Ideas)

I've written 3,300 words so far for Part 16 - Debrief. Matt decided he wanted to be POV for this chapter. Also staring Foggy Nelson being a good friend.

Preview Snippet:

“Nah,” Foggy said. Matt could hear the smile in his voice. “Just us avocados tonight.” “We’re not just avocados, Foggy,” Matt teased. “We’re the best avocados in this city, remember?” Foggy laughed. “Damn straight. But right now, this avocado needs a beer.”

I think its about half done. I know what happens but actually getting the words on paper has been slower than I'd like.

Part of that has been IRL stuff like helping my mom bake stuff for her club's bake sale and meetings - her health doesn't allow her to bake as much as she used to. I don't mind helping and the quick breads and cookies sold well.

But I think an equally large part might be that one of my muses' favorite methods of procrastinating is coming up with new ideas. Going to write some separate posts about these ideas but here is a little preview:

DAREDEVIL

The Broken Hearts Club (Vigilante! Reader has sex with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen on Valentine's Day. Not for the last time. It's supposed to be just sex, some comfort while both of them struggle with loss but they start catching feelings . . . Background: The Snap - Foggy and Karen were dusted, Reader lost her boyfriend to side effect of the Snap)

A Fragile Thing (Reader has just discovered that she is pregnant but before she can tell her husband Matt, he disappears along with half the universe . . . )

Sanctuary (Doctor! Reader has a rather unusual patient. John Doe is unconscious, badly hurt and half-naked and the priest who brought you to him claims to have found him like that . . . and when he wakes up, John isn't any more forthcoming than the priest . . . Diverengence: Father Lantom and Sister Maggie realize that Matt needs more medical care than they can give him. )

The Punisher

Port in a Storm (Reader meets Frank Castle when his truck breaks down during a nasty storm. Soon after finds herself in the crosshairs of an ugly conspiracy that threatens not only her life but the lives of her children).

Kin

A Brand New Ending (Reader and Michael had been on-again, off-again for years but that might soon change. Provided certain members of his family stop messing things up . . . and becoming a father for the second?/third? time doesn't scare him off)

Spider-Man

Legacy (Reader is daughter of Matt Murdock. When he disappears during the Snap but many of his enemies don't, she is loathed to have all his hard work in Hell's Kitchen destroyed. Becoming a lawyer will take time but punching crime in the face? That she can start right away . . . meanwhile Peter is also trying to uphold the legacy of his own mentors . . . Divergence: Tony Stark is dusted instead of Peter)

Adrift (Reader disappeared during the Snap. When she comes back . . . her friends are all five years older now and she has brand-new sibling . . . then she meets two other lonely souls - Peter Parker and Spider-Man. Post Spider-Man: No Way Home).

UPDATE: Links to Ideas Posts for these stories have been added.

[eemamminy-art]

I tentatively finished the last springtime chapter so that arc is done and ready to post at around 58k words total 🙌 and now I can work more on the summer chapters!! And the summer art for that matter!

Which, I've already written about 17k words for summer :3 there's two chapters in it that I've been very lovingly reworking over and over until they're perfect, super excited to share them eventually

and the autumn arc is at about 24k words currently though a lot of it is left to be written still. A lot of notes to myself, and a lot of meaty scenes that I need to fill in the gaps to :3 but yay yippee yay

[urhoneycombwitch]

roommate!Eddie fic in which he gets a drunk call from you and picks you up and you feel some type of way about it fic is coming along

[ronearoundblindly]

In honour of writing 16 fics totalling more than 20,000 words in February so far, I'm gonna...take a nap.

The only VDay request left is Ari Levinson and a kiss out of Envy (sry @brandycranby, you drew the short straw 😬). It will in no way be done by midnight because it's FRATBOY!ari. Spoiler alert: don't write frat boy Ari and expect to have brain power afterwards, he's...too much man.

Teaser plot below the cut:

Like imagine jock Ari who had his typical fun freshman year and then tried so hard to rehab his image and be taken seriously. He has no interest in the girls throwing themselves at the idiot athlete because he's desperate for conversation and genuine affection. He's seen you around for years, always thinking you're too good for him, until he gets a chance at tonight's party at the fraternity house.

Meanwhile, you have been disillusioned of the whole college experience. You get pressure and judgment from all sides: be more social, be less social, have more fun, spend more time studying, focus on school, focus on finding a job for after. The boy you've been seeing is great on paper, and you...just don't feel it. The comfort and trust and spark are just not there. You think he's on the cusp of dumping you because you won't put out.

There's...an incident at the party, and after a short conversation in the hall, you've ended up in Ari's bedroom, in the dark, fighting what can only be described as a blaze of chemistry.

It's for all the wrong reasons though. You and Ari both want validation for polar opposite reasons, and you are both convinced this is a fleeting moment to take advantage of. Does anyone communicate these days? Is there a foundation to build on?

Or will you two simply go up in smoke when the fire dies?

Valentine's Fics of 2024

Anyway. Nap now.

[bellaxgiornata]

Because I can no longer resist, I've been working on a short shower smut piece titled You Promised. Y'all have been making me increasingly feral and I can't hold back any longer after that trailer.

But this is with a twist. Reader is the one taking care of Matt in the shower. I think he's earned it with all the smut this week.

[athenasparrow]

Four months ago I started a smutty fic dubbed All In The Name Of Science. At the time I was firmly in the fluff-smut camp and hated putting my adored characters through anything more than a brief bout of sadness. I always loved to read angst but didn't have the patience myself to slog through something difficult so we could arrive at a happy place again.

I've been busy loudly spreading my smut sprinkles to anyone who will listen and in the process of sharing many conversations (and snippets) with two angst QUEENS, writing angst has turned into something incredibly fun instead of a hard point to overcome! I now find it highly amusing to torture poor Lily and James so on that note...

All In The Name Of Science is coming out in December this year! It will be lovingly gifted to @kay-elle-cee for being the sweetest friend with unending support and encouragement for my angsty explorations and @wearingaberetinparis for inspiring this fic in the first place and setting a high angst bar that I will only be climbing halfway 😂 You are both gorgeous gems and I am lucky to call you my friends 😘 Enjoy the snippet...