#OMG I'm so so excited for this chapter!!!

[nimbus-bugs]

go read Burn You To Ash by @widowofshor right now. that's an order as a slimeriana enjoyer. it's one of my favourite fics ever

here's a scene from chapter 7 to entice you, PLEASE READ IT!! ITS SO CUTE

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

Diasomnia is so nice and happy and nothing bad will happen. (What do you mean I forgot to draw someone? If I did they were probably just not invited to the scene)

So, chapter 7 huh? XD not to say I'm excited but I have been lurking around the fandom without posting anything about it and this cracked me so yeah, not at all excited to see if we get some nice angsty character development in the form of overblotting for my boi Draconia

[absoloutenonsense]

Coming October 31st…

When the Trouble Comes by nonsensedarling

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 80k | Explicit

Official fic post is HERE.

The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months... while also absolutely ruining his marriage. Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years now and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry's thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years. Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?

Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.

Chapters will post on Tuesdays of each week, starting on October 31st (20 chapters in total).

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Snippet under the cut:

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With a copy of the case file in his backpack, Louis sticks his key in the door, unlocks it, and steps inside, trying to be as quiet as he can because he knows at this time of night, Harry will definitely be asleep.

Except when he shuts the door, he sees the living room light bleeding out into the hallway, a shadow moving back and forth. There’s the sound of footsteps – lots of them, very quickly. Louis stares at the light and for a brief moment panics that he’s walked into their apartment to find Harry with someone else.

He hears light murmurs. Louis leans forward, feet frozen but his ears straining, until he recognizes the murmurs as Harry singing. Louis sighs in relief. Harry isn’t with someone else. He’s singing and probably dancing in the living room, maybe with his headphones in, which is why he hasn’t stopped or popped his head out between the doorframe when Louis opened the door.

Louis isn’t going to look in. He’s going to walk right past the doorway and head straight to the guest bedroom and review the file again, and then go to sleep so he can meet Perrie early in the morning.

He isn’t going to look in.

He really doesn’t mean to look in. A motion pulls his attention in his peripheral vision and his head turns without him realizing it, then his whole body stops moving.

Harry is dancing, wireless earbuds in and a glass of deep red wine in his right hand. There’s a pink tint to his cheeks, which tells Louis that the one in his hand is at least his third. He’s wearing just his boxer briefs and one of Louis’ hoodies.

Well, it was technically Harry’s hoodie originally. It’s heather grey, worn in to just the perfect amount of softness with a faded Greenbay Packers logo on the front. The first time Louis stayed over at Harry’s, he got cold just before they were going to bed. Harry took the sweatshirt from where it was draped over the top of the closet door and passed it to him.

When Louis pulled it on… he can’t really explain it, but there, in Harry’s dreadfully small room in his four-roommate apartment, wearing a hoodie that smelled exactly like him (like he’d been wearing it all day, soaked in the scent of his shampoo and body lotion and fabric softener)... Louis had the same feeling he got when he first visited New York when he was a kid. Like he was home. Harry had agreed. “Looks better on you then it ever has on me,” he’d said with a smirk. And from then on, it was Louis’ hoodie. Harry never tried to take it back.

So the fact that his husband is wearing it now makes Louis feel all sorts of things. Before he has even a second to figure out what any one of them is, Harry opens his eyes.

“Shit fucking Christ,” he exclaims, opening his hand automatically. It’s like Louis watches in slow motion as the glass falls and breaks, shattering in so many different directions. He pulls his earbuds out quickly. “Hell, Louis, you scared the shit out of me!” he scolds.

Harry rises up onto his tiptoes, and Louis’ hand immediately goes out in front of him in a stop gesture.

“Don’t, don’t move,” Louis says. “Stay there.”

He turns quickly towards the kitchen, throwing his backpack somewhere off to the side as he rushes to grab the dustpan and broom, as well as the roll of paper towels.

“I’m coming, stay still,” Louis shouts as he starts jogging back.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he puts one paper towel down to soak up the wine there, then balls it up so he can sweep away the shards. He does the same as he works his way towards Harry’s feet.

There’s red wine all over his toes, that’s got to be uncomfortable. Louis grabs one of the paper towels and goes to dab his feet to wipe it off.

“Stop,” Harry says. He sounds angry.

Louis glances up and sees that he looks angry. He holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well don’t,” Harry spits out.

He stands up slowly. Louis doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Harry this angry with him. Even the time Louis accidentally threw out his favorite pair of boots it wasn’t like this. Louis isn’t prepared for this bitterness coming from his husband, and he didn’t think divorce brought on something like that when it wasn’t there before, at least not before they’d even filed the paperwork.

[cryptid-crow13]

Chapter 3 of The Alley Reaper has been posted!

Chapter excerpt below the cut <3

Danny opened his mouth and tried to answer him, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak yet. He brought a hand up to his throat without thinking about it. Danny tried to speak again but could only let out a frustrated noise when he just couldn’t form the words he wanted. He could feel his body try to shift a little. Danny snapped his mouth closed when he felt his fangs with his tongue.

“Hey, you don’t need to talk, but you need to breathe okay?” Hood slowly moved to stand in front of him.

Danny tried to take in an even breath and only got more frustrated when it came in as more of a gasp. Danny closed his eyes tight as he felt the green from before threatening to take over his vision again. Why couldn’t he just breathe? He’s not a ghost right now—but Danny isn’t totally alive right now either.

“Shit. Nightingale, you need to sit down.” Hood said, but Danny couldn’t open his eyes to watch as he moved closer.

He jumped when hands slowly rested on his shoulders.

“I’m just gonna move you to your chair okay? Just breathe for me alright? In for three and out for three.” Hood slowly maneuvered Danny until the back of his knees met his desk chair.

Danny collapsed into it and sat with his elbows on his knees and the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes. He tried to follow with his breathing as Red Hood counted out loud, but he ended up gagging when he choked on a gasp. The concern from Red Hood spiked. A gloved hand rested on one of his knees and tapped out a pattern. Danny tried to focus on it and breathe.

He’s not sure how long he sat there before he finally opened his eyes. Red Hood was crouched down in front of him. One hand was on Danny’s knee and the other was steadied on the floor.

“You back with me?” Hood asked.

Danny felt a mix of worry and relief from the vigilante.

Danny nodded and attempted to speak again. “Yeah,” he said roughly.

[that-disabled-princess]

Where is the love for short fics and one-shots and drabbles. The love for fics under 10k, under 5k, even under 1k. The love for authors who cannot get past 2k, no matter how hard they try. The love for authors who don't end up on rec lists because they can't get past 1k.

[hairstevington]

i wanna cut to the feeling (chapter 4)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Robin drags her best friend to a Corroded Coffin show. How were they to know sparks would fly between Steve and a member of the band? (aka, the fic where Steve fixes Eddie's hair before a show and falls in love immediately)

Word Count: 3.5K for this chapter!

Warnings: Language, drinking/smoking, Hairstylist!Steve, Rockstar!Eddie, GAY SCHEMING, they're both idiots

A/N: I'm especially proud of the ending to this one, you guys. Stay tuned ;)

Chapters: 1 2 3 and link to Ao3

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The bar itself was vibrant and cool, without being pretentious. Half of it was converted into an arcade, and while the prizes for winning first place on some of the games promised a free drink, it usually took a lot more money than the price of a drink in tokens to get there. It was kind of like how all claw machines and carnival games were rigged, but, like at a carnival, that didn’t deter its patrons from trying anyway, especially since they were usually drinking and therefore looser with their money.

It was kind of a perfect system.

Eddie and the band had discovered this place years ago and just never seemed to find another bar that they liked better, so it stuck. They walked in, greeted the staff (many of whom were new, Eddie noticed, but the owner and a few other workers were still the same), and found a seat at the bar. He was pleased to see that Angie wasn’t working, considering the way they’d ended things last time. She and Eddie had become well acquainted with one another, until she professed her undying love for him, and he had to politely turn her down. 

He swore he wasn’t actively trying to flirt with her, or play with her emotions, or anything. Eddie just had a flirtatious personality with everyone, it’s what he did, and he had no idea she had actual feelings for him. While he liked to playfully flirt with the fans who obviously had crushes on him, that was different - he was only going to be meeting them the one time, likely, so it didn’t matter too much. But he respected Angie, and hated having to reject her advances. She took it well, for the most part, but she also wasn’t working here anymore so…

“Hey! The band’s all here!” Eddie and the band looked up to see Chase, their favorite bartender,  greeting them from the front door - It was their lucky day, because he was just starting a shift, at least that’s how it appeared. The band waved and cheered at his arrival, and then he excused himself to the back room to take off his coat and clock in.

Eddie and Jeff ordered beers from the tap, while Alex and Jimmy started their night with something stronger. 

“You think she quit?” Jeff asked, in obvious reference to Angie. He was one of the only people Eddie had told about the whole thing. He and Jeff went way back, all the way to high school Hellfire days, and they were each other's best friends. Eddie had even been Jeff’s best man at his wedding the summer prior. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie answered with a shrug. “Is Mindy coming out tonight?” That was Jeff’s wife, who Eddie liked well enough - she just was Jeff’s priority ever since they started dating, which caused a bit of a rift in the friendship. Eddie understood, of course, but it still sucked to have to share his best friend like that, sometimes. 

“Nah, she’s staying home I think. Says she’s feeling tired.” Eddie nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t be coming. Her being tired was actually pretty rare - she always seemed to have energy to go out with the band after shows, so Eddie didn’t have a lot of time with Jeff alone. 

“So!” Chase said as he reemerged behind the bar. “How have you all been?”

-

“You ready?” Robin said as they stood at the door to the bar.

“If I wasn’t, would it matter?” Steve responded, nervously. She looked at him, smirking, and that gave him his answer. “Alright, let’s go.” 

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting from this place. He figured since a rock and roll band liked it so much, it would be more of a dive bar, like the one they’d just come from. But instead, it was a clean, bright place that he couldn’t believe he hadn’t gone to before.

“Woah,” Robin said, echoing Steve’s thoughts.

“Yeah,” he responded, scanning the room until his eyes focused on four familiar men at the bar. “I found our guys, let’s go.”

Robin grabbed his hand in support, and then made her way over to the counter where the others were. 

“Hey, everyone!” She greeted them enthusiastically, to make up for Steve’s sudden need to collapse in on himself. He was starting to feel embarrassed about even showing up, despite being clearly invited. 

“Hey, Buckley!” Eddie responded, matching her energy. His eyes flickered next to her to his favorite cuban-collared dork. “Steve.” 

“Eddie,” he managed to respond. 

“Everyone!” Eddie announced to Jeff, Alex, and Jimmy. “This is Robin and Steve. We all went to Hawkins High together, and they came to the show so I invited them out.”

“That’s fine,” Alex said, already halfway done with his vodka soda. Jimmy flashed a thumbs up.

“Robin and Steve…” Jeff muttered, trying to place them. “I’m not sure I remember you guys.” Steve would have been offended, had he recognized Jeff even a little bit, which he did not. 

“Well, that makes me feel at least a little better,” Steve admitted, relieved. 

“It does?” Jeff asked, confused.

“Oh, you remember Steve,” Eddie assured his friend. He mumbled some inside joke to trigger Jeff’s memory, something that wasn’t outright rude but certainly seemed to be less-than positive. It worked, considering Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! Shit, yeah I remember you now.” Steve eyed the both of them quizzically, desperate to know what exactly Eddie had referenced to bring Jeff up to speed, but holding back from asking because, as he had promised Robin, he was going to be fun and cool. 

“So, what are you drinking?” Eddie asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the task at hand.

“Uhh, beer?” Steve responded, even though he rarely drank more than one in a night anymore. Eddie was drinking a beer, Steve would drink one, too. Simple as that.

Eddie motioned to the bartender, this beautiful blonde whose hair was styled quite a bit like Steve’s. A pint glass was filled, and quickly slid over to Steve, who took a sip immediately. 

“Robin - you want anything, doll?” Eddie offered, to both Robin and Steve’s surprise. She had already taken her wallet out, ready to pay for her own drink. She froze, glancing at Steve, unsure what to do. “Did you seriously think I was gonna buy one for him and not for you? Come on, now.” 

“Well, I wasn’t the one you needed to pay back,” she explained. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie dismissed. “Chase takes good care of us.” Steve looked back at the pretty bartender, the one named Chase, and wondered what exactly Eddie meant by that comment.

“Alright, well.” Robin paused, considering her options. She did not drink beer, so that was out. She also had to drive home, so she couldn’t pick anything too strong. “I’ll just get a soda, actually. Coke works.” Chase nodded.

“Sodas are on the house,” he said. 

“Damn,” Eddie sighed. “Can’t even be a gentleman for you.” He smiled at Robin, and even though she had her fair share of creepy guys hit on her, this felt different somehow, like it was coming from an entirely different place.

Once they all had their drinks, Robin and Steve were alarmed to see Chase pour each of them a shot - one by one, down the line, for the band members and them. 

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, confused.

“Bit of tradition,” Chase responded, winking. 

“We always do a shot with our first drink,” Eddie explains.

“We call them Chasers!” Jeff added, grinning. Steve leaned over to Robin.

“I’ll take yours if you don’t want it,” he offered. 

“What? No, I’ll do a shot with everyone. I’ll just stick to soda after that,” she insisted. Steve shrugged, impressed, and before he knew it, they were all doing a shot together. 

It was whiskey, and not the good kind. But, Steve was getting it for free, and he wasn’t going to complain about that. He took a long swig from his beer after, which did not help the taste but did decrease the burn a bit. He looked to Robin, who handed him her soda. He was discreet and took a sip of it while Eddie had been looking away, afraid of being seen as a wimp. Steve wasn’t a wimp, he was just used to much better quality liquor. Even in high school, the liquor cabinet was filled with top shelf stuff - it’s just how it had always been. That was one of the good things about Steve’s parents - one of the only good things. 

“So, you’re a hairstylist now,” Eddie said, putting the attention entirely on Steve. “How’d that happen?”

“Uhhh, well I guess I just didn’t think college was the right fit for me, and I always was good with my own hair, and cosmetology school just kinda fell into my lap.”

“And you like it?” Steve nodded. He really did love it actually, despite the way his shoulders and wrists stung after a long day. It was something he was good at, and a lot of people his age couldn’t say the same. Plus, he didn’t have the student loans Robin had, and she wasn’t making any more than Steve. 

“It works for me,” Steve finally said. “Do you do the music thing full-time?” 

“Not yet, but we’re getting there,” Eddie answered. “One of these days, I’ll run into some big music producer who will fall in love with us and give us our big break, I know it.” 

“You guys are definitely good enough for it,” Steve said, genuinely. “You looked great up there.” 

It must have been the liquor talking. Steve barely blushed after saying it, even though the implications of it were hard to ignore. Eddie raised his eyebrows, almost like he was going to jump on Steve’s comment and tease him for it, but he held back. 

“Thanks, yeah. Did you see the girl with the tattoo today?”

“Oh, we saw her,” Robin snickered. “Is that the first time someone’s gotten one for you?” Eddie nodded.

“Yeah. It’s honestly surreal. And from one of our earlier songs, too.”

“Which one?” Robin asked. Steve knew she’d listened to almost all of them.

“86,” Eddie answered. “You know it?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve always loved that one,” Robin replied. Eddie stared at her, impressed.

“Damn, Buckley, are you our biggest fan or something?”

“I’m pretty sure Bri is the bigger fan,” she responded sheepishly. “How many tattoos do you have?” Eddie rolled up one of his sleeves and began going over the designs in his skin. 

Steve’s eyes darted back and forth as he followed Eddie and Robin’s conversation. They seemed to speak so freely, and for whatever reason Steve was having trouble doing the same. Maybe because he felt that Eddie would never be hanging out with him if it weren’t for the obligation of it all. 

And now Eddie’s arms were just out there, like the world was intentionally trying to torture Steve. 

He drank the rest of his beer in big gulps, and another one was brought to him before he could even order it. 

Chase really did take good care of them.

So, the one drink turned to three, and by the fourth drink, Steve felt totally comfortable around Eddie. His words were coming out smoother, and he didn’t care so much about the meaning behind them or how he was coming off. 

They had gotten into a spirited discussion about pop music, and Steve was fighting for his life. Eddie rolled his eyes at some of Steve’s music choices, but was open minded enough to hear Steve out. 

Steve liked the classics. He liked the top forty. Those songs were popular for a reason, you know?

“Look man,” Eddie conceded. “Like what you want, but I have so much I could show you to broaden your horizons a bit.”

“Okay,” Steve agreed. Eddie’s eyes widened, his lips twisted into an intrigued smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m always down to listen to new stuff. I get to choose the music that plays at the shop, and I listen to music all day.” 

“Oh, shit,” Eddie said, as if a sudden realization hit him. “You work at a salon. Of fucking course you listen to the stuff you do! It all makes sense now!”

Eddie had  just as much to drink as Steve, perhaps even more, and he was getting more louder and spirited (pun intended) with every sip.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, confused.

“Places like that always play the same shit every day,” Eddie slurred. “But wait, you get to choose the music?”

“Yeah, one of the perks of being the manager.” 

“Oh shit!” Eddie exclaimed again. “I didn’t know you were the manager! Way to go, Harrington.” Eddie placed a hand on Steve’s thigh haphazardly, like he wasn’t really thinking about it as he did it. It felt natural, normal, and - wait, is Eddie making fun of me right now?

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Robin said, standing up. “Watch my drink?” Steve nodded, swiping her soda for himself and guarding it in front of his chest. Once she was out of earshot, Eddie spoke again. 

“She’s awesome, man. And fucking gorgeous, too. Like, she was always pretty but she’s really something now.” Eddie took another sip from his beer, looking towards Robin as she walked away. While Steve agreed that Robin was way hotter than she realized, he still didn’t like hearing Eddie acknowledge that. 

“You have no shot with her, dude,” Steve snapped. He knew it was a little bitchy of him to say, but he had to shut Eddie down before he got any ideas. Eddie’s eyes flickered back to Steve, an amused smirk appearing across his face.

“You a little jealous, Harrington?” Steve froze.

“What?” He was panicking a little at the thought of Eddie having put together Steve’s crush on him. “N-no.” 

“Don’t worry, I know she’s yours,” Eddie dismissed, shaking his head and taking another swig of his beer.

“Oh, we’re not -” He stopped himself from saying the thing he always said. Would it be so bad for Eddie to think Steve was taken, and dating Robin? He cleared his throat. “So, um, you have music recommendations for me, huh?” Eddie barely registered the pivot in conversation, instead just moving along with the flow of it. 

“Yeah, of course. Do you use Spotify?" Steve nodded. “Here, I have this one playlist that should cover the basics.” Eddie took his phone from his pocket and opened the Spotify app. He scrolled through until he found what he was looking for, then clicked on something and handed the phone to Steve. It was a playlist titled, Good Shit.

Steve scrolled through the songs, recognizing none of the titles but a few of the bands. He wasn’t sure he’d actually like any of the music listed, but he’d give it a shot anyway. Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe he needed to broaden his horizons. 

“What’d I miss?” Robin said as she rejoined them at the bar. She took her soda back from Steve and plopped herself back on the stool, curiously eyeing Eddie’s phone in Steve’s hand.

“He’s giving me homework,” Steve smirked, flashing a glance at Eddie. He took his own phone out of his pocket so he could add the playlist to his own library, then stopped when it wouldn’t turn on.

“Did it seriously die on you again?” Robin asked, annoyed. “You need a new phone.”

“I know, I know,” Steve said. They’d had this argument every week for a few months now. 

“It’s fine, I’ll just share it with Robin on Instagram,” Eddie offered. “Is that cool with you guys?”

“Why Robin?” Steve asked, confused. 

“Because she already follows me. Or, the band at least.” Eddie flashed a grin at her, and Steve noticed she was blushing. Blushing. Eddie seemed to have that effect on everyone, regardless of gender or sexuality. It was crazy. 

Steve would have insisted Eddie send it to him instead - You could even just text it to me, he’d say if he was feeling bold. But he wasn’t feeling bold enough to outwardly hit on Eddie. This drink had been a business transaction and nothing more. 

“We should get going,” Robin said, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “But thank you so much for inviting us out!” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie smiled, and Steve started to feel the panic set in again. Wait, no, that’s it? We’re going? 

He would have made an excuse to stay, or tried to get Robin to stay out later, but Steve knew that Eddie had done his part, and he probably just wanted to hang out with the band anyway. 

He wasn’t sure what he thought was going to happen, but he certainly didn’t expect to feel so disappointed to get home, especially when Robin fought him so hard to get him out in the first place. 

He’d just have to keep going out on weekends like this, he decided. Maybe he’d meet another guy, one who was less intimidating, and he’d forget all about his night with Eddie Munson.

Yeah. It didn’t seem very likely to him, either.

-

Steve Harrington was kind of uptight, but Robin was awesome. Eddie could definitely see himself being friends with her. There was just something about her that made conversation easy between the two of them, and he wasn’t sure what. 

Eddie had no idea what she was doing with a guy like Steve, but then Steve would do something like flex his arms as he ran his fingers through his hair, and Eddie no longer was confused about why she’d go for him. 

Otherwise, his run-in with his former nemesis was uneventful. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been looking for, if not what happened. They caught up, they drank, there were times when Eddie didn’t even mind Steve’s presence. When he let his guard down, he was fun to talk to. But it seemed that only happened when he was drinking, which was kind of a red flag. 

Still, and Eddie had no idea why, his business with Steve Harrington felt unfinished. 

Eddie spent the rest of the night drinking with the guys and spending time with Jeff, and it was all very nice. He hadn’t ended up finding someone to go home with as he’d hoped, but that was fine. He considered Chase as a possibility, for a moment, then realized he couldn’t put even more of a rift between the band and their favorite bar’s employees. 

So, he went home alone. Smoked a bowl, put a show on in the background, and crawled into bed. He sent the Spotify playlist to Robin right as he fell asleep - a promise is a promise, after all. 

When he woke up the next day, it was already past noon. He got up, took a shower, made breakfast, and finally checked his phone. One notification caught his eye immediately.

Robin sent you a message: Thanks, I’ll send it to Steve! Also I’m out with that Bri girl and she’s really cool :) 

Eddie paused. He opened the message again, studying it. When she said out, she couldn’t mean…? He quickly responded, no problem - out with Bri? 

Robin responded almost instantly. Yeah. Steve got me a date with her lmao

Oh, now this is interesting, Eddie thought to himself. He thought she was dating Steve. That’s clearly how it looked at the bar, and when Eddie referenced them as such, Steve didn’t deny it. Maybe they were open? Or, maybe Steve had a thing for being cucked? Or…?

Eddie clicked on Robin’s username to see her profile, specifically her bio. 

Robin Buckley

~Linguistics BA

~Can tell bad jokes in 4 languages

~Too gay to think straight

No fucking way. He scrolled through a few of her most recent posts. Steve made an appearance or two, but based on the captions/comments, they seemed to be just friends. 

Robin identified as fully a lesbian. Of course! No wonder Eddie liked her so much, queer people always flocked together! 

So why did Steve make it seem like they were more than friends? Another notification interrupted his train of thought. 

Robin sent you a message: So, not that I’m in any place to ask you for favors, but…

Whatever it was, Eddie was in. If he saw Robin again, he could see Steve again, and he was going to give Steve so much shit for lying about his relationship. 

Or maybe…

Eddie knew something Steve thought he didn’t know, which meant that Eddie had power over Steve. He could use this to make Steve sweat a little, if he wanted. 

Oh, he wanted. He suddenly became very curious as to how all of this would play out.

(Next chapter)

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[night-market-if]

Chapter Three is Out for Early Access

Chapter Three is done! Right now it is early access, available only to people subscribed to my Patreon. The chapter will be officially released to the public on July 1st!

Enjoy a walk through the Fashion District with your RO and a date to follow! :) Get new clothes, learn more secrets of the Night Market, and discover the lives of four very interesting people. I hope you all enjoy!

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[thosetwofirefighters]

find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

thanks @the-likesofus for the tag!! very excited to see how many of these words I've used...

my words are: quiet, hold, cover, first, together, and small. unsurprisingly, my fake dating au (currently sitting at almost 30k words like it has been for the past few months...) has all of these words multiple times lol <3

quiet

Buck’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, his hands shaking when he reads Bobby’s contact name. He answers before he can even register it. “Pops?” His voice is quiet and terrified.

hold

Hearing footsteps from his spot on the couch, Buck tenses as Nathan comes up the stairs. It’s been so long, but Buck can still recognize the man’s footfalls. He lets out a breath he’d been subconsciously holding when Nathan finally appears and moves towards one of the armchairs across from him instead of the couch.

cover

“Jurassic Park!” Chris yells, and Buck has to cover his ears against the sound, the kid’s excitement causing him to be louder than usual. “Please, Dad, I know it’s kind of scary, but they just put it back on Netflix, and I’ve seen it before! Plus, I’m ten now, I won’t have nightmares!”

first

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Eddie says, meeting Buck’s gaze. His eyes are soft and despite his words, they shine with support, and Buck thinks—not for the first time—how lucky he is to have a best friend like Eddie.

together

Nathan’s study abroad had been nearly over when Buck brought up the idea of him going to Los Angeles to fight fires and help people. Nate had just nodded before taking Buck’s hand and kissing him, saying he’d buy the plane tickets in the morning. Buck had assumed they’d be going back together to be together.

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Eddie glares at Chim when he insists on playing with the station’s small Hildy gadget that they keep in the kitchen. They mostly use it to play music, but Chimney takes the opportunity to ask her a bunch of questions throughout the day and only stops when Eddie threatens to run her over with a fire truck after Chimney starts asking her questions about the 118 themselves.

words for people I tag: home, care, love, make, and dream

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @jacksadventuresinwriting @ty-in-bedlam @lilbuddie <3

[roitaminnah]

so far while playing through buttsoup 2 (about 3/4 of the way through now you best bet I’m going insane and have 400 comic ideas) i keep having the experience of seeing art from the game that I’d seen previously and thought. what fun fan art. fun and silly fan art and then playing the game and being like. NOT FAN ART?? !!!??!!???

[avemstella]

MY SON MY CHILDE MY BOY!!!! I'm so excited u don't understand whooooooo!!! I'm so ready for him to cause the fake french maybe also british (or even spanish, honestly vaguely 'western' european) people so many issues.

I can imagine in my heart of hearts off screen he is causing one totally canon Lieutenant Claude Anouilh of the Fontaine Armed Forces endless issues. I can believe.

But in all seriousness I'm super interested in this because of the potential for some more Harbinger interaction. Other than Siggy and him (and some implied mostly off screen interactions) we really don't have any and Arlecchino in particular is also there. She and Childe have some honestly super fascinating contradictory beliefs in child raising (childe does anything to keep their innocence while she seemingly raises them so they would be prepared for anything regardless of what they have to go through). Other than Pulcinella and Columbina (though all 3 for very different reasons), Arlecchino is definitely the one I'm most interested in seeing interact with Childe.

[taexual]

it’s like whenever we have something good sid always appear to ruin it fuck that guy 😭 this chapter was beautiful really looking forward to the next chapter i think that’s if there r no crying

he is a pest!!!! i'm thinking we shall exterminate him 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

So I was literally just telling my friends about how excited I was for this newsletter that I assumed was going to drop tomorrow morning, and when I got home an hour later and refreshed my email I saw the newsletter and I got to hyped. OMG. the world is wonderful

[virtualcarrot]

You: enjoying the feeling of completion and satisfaction in finishing a fic and sharing it Reader: would love to read more of it! :3

[mauxanhduong]

FUCK. FUCK. well. that is one hell of a cliffhanger tom get caught yp with. whens the next chapter coming out

[strawberryclementine]

Waiting for chapter 265 has me this 👌 close to having dark impulses of my own

[sehtoast]

shoutout to The Boys for revolutionizing superpowered smut