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Sterek fic recs: High School AU Edition

In honor of my conversation with @darling-winnie about same age!Sterek, as well as my promise to @oldefashioned, here are some high school au recs!

1. Double Cherries (And 'Extra' Hoodies) by undercoverbastard

“No, no - wait - don’t tell me,” Stiles suddenly said, leaning forward and grinning at the boy directly on his right, eyes gleaming with joy and mischief as he spoke. “You want… a salmon burger, swiss, with fruit, and a vanilla shake. Eh?”

Derek scowled, shoving his menu at Stiles as he slumped back. “No,” he said plainly. Stiles pouted.

“Too bad! That’s what I’m penning you in for, Eyebrows,” Stiles said, scribbling on his notepad as he stood and began to walk away. Derek huffed, opening his mouth to give Stiles his actual order, but the only word he got out was ‘I’ before Stiles waved him off without even looking back at Derek or down at the notepad, stride unbroken, as he recited:

“Double cheeseburger, half swiss, half cheddar, no pickles, curly fries, side honey mustard, strawberry milkshake, extra thick, double cherries.”

+.+.+

OR: alive hale family, alive claudia, and high school friends stiles/derek - all wrapped into one, based on a joke from a TV show i watched when i was 7, and then got wildly out of control!

Notes: adorable, I love their banter and the conection they have. Alive!Hale family is always such a treasure, and Claudia and Talia's friendship is great here. It's completed.

2. i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleepobleep

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he's not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he's ever wanted— except he doesn't seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

Notes: Derek is not having a good time. Pookie just wants to be with his best friend but it turns out they're not best friends anymore and the world doesn't make sense because of it. A little angsty but it all works out. It's completed.

3. Don't Kiss and Tell by Hedwig221b

Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...

Notes: When I tell you I go feral for this au every single time I read it! Hedwig has the best unhinged obsessive sterek fics and I'll swear on that, don't even try to change my mind. Poor Paige is definitely being led on here, and both Derek and Stiles are assholes in this one, but they're in love and they're completely devoted to each other, so it's okay (I know it doesn't make sense now, but it will. Trust). It's completed.

4. But Then What... by Stoney

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

Notes: Typical Jock/Nerd enemies to lovers only it's Stiles being incredibly paranoid and angsty all of the time lol. They both had me shaking my head because my babies truly don't know how to communicate, but we got there! Eventually. It's completed.

5. Just The Same by foxlavander

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There's just no way Derek Hale is human. *** “I was wondering if you're even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it's ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It's unfair for us. I mean, it's obvious you work out, and I don't, so that could be why, but like...I was just wondering if you were human, that's all.” “Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—” “Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can't threaten him with shit.

Notes: This one is so good. Stiles is onto you, Derek! But seriously, they're so awesome in this one. And Derek bakes and he wants to open up a bakery and it's adorable. I love them and I love the Hales, everything is great. Look out for the werewolf reveal! It's completed.

6. The In Which Stiles Is Secretly Magic series by apocryphal

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Notes: The lore for magic users in here is honestly so good. Love the world building! The Hales are alive in this one as well, which for me is always a plus. A little bit (maybe more than a little bit) angsty but it ends well. There's a few things going on, but basically Stiles is basically Deaton's apprentice and there are Rules(TM) he has to follow as a magic user. He's pretty badass though! The series is technically not finished, but both parts in the series are completed.

7. cheer up, babe by graveltotempo

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Notes: Derek spends all 20k words thirsting over Stiles, as he should. Stiles gets to wear a skirt and be generally awesome. They are disgustingly sweet together.

8. Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Notes: This one is very sweet. There's insecure Stiles and absolutely lovely Derek. It's abo with Omega!Stiles and Alpha!Derek, and it's actually pretty wholesome. Derek is like public enemy number one of BHHS and a jock, Stiles is a loner, and when they turn out to be soulmates they have to navigate what that means for it. It has 13 out of 14 chapters, last updated in March of 2024.

9. too busy being yours to fall for somebody else by whiry

Stiles, worried that Scott may actually leave him behind because of his newfound popularity, is desperate to cling to something away from the drama of Lydia Martin's amazing parties and the woes of high school lacrosse. What he finds is Derek Hale, a guy who seemingly hates Stiles at first, but slowly, and insistently, becomes friends with him. As their friendship grows, Stiles starts to wonder if they could ever become something more or if pushing what they have will lead him to being alone for good.

Notes: Also very sweet! It's strangers to friends to lovers, and Stiles falls out of love with Lydia without even realizing because he's fallen in love with Derek. The Hales are alive in this one, yay! The way sterek bonds over music is also so good! It's completed.

10. Stupid Over You by Wolfspurr

It's a Friday night, and instead of enjoying any of the numerous things he'd rather be doing, Stiles has been roped into dinner with his dad at the Hale's. On the plus side, Derek Hale will be there. On the minus side, Derek Hale will be there, and Stiles already has a hard enough time not making an ass of himself in front of the hottest guy in school. There's no way this can end well.

Notes: Overall amazing fic! Stiles is his oblivious awkward self that we all know and love, Derek is completely smitten with him. All this wrapped up in a dinner with the Hales and the Stilinskis. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed.

11. Six Minutes by CosmoKid

“What do you want?” Derek practically grows when Stiles is near enough to hear. He can definitely feel the werewolf vibes coming from the guy as well as the fuck off vibes that roll off him in tsunami-sized waves. Stiles has one thing he needs to say to Derek, but he also has eight million questions to ask him about the werewolf thing and he can barely sort out his thoughts as it is, let alone when there’s a ridiculously attractive werewolf who’s basically Adonis staring at him. Derek takes another drag of his cigarette and raises his eyebrows at Stiles expectantly. He shivers and blurts out, “Six minutes.” That makes Derek smirk, but it’s so condescending that even Harris would be impressed. “No offense, Kitten,” Derek starts and Stiles just narrows his eyes at the nickname. Derek keeps his eyes trained on Stiles as if to dare him to challenge the nickname. Stiles bites his tongue and resists it. “But you’re not really my type.”

Notes: This is not your typical high school au, but it's a nice change of pace. It's got werewolves, which we love, and bad boy Derek. Stiles stood no chances lol. It's completed.

12. The covalent bonds series by HaldFizzbin

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Notes: I went on a little Nerd!Derek and Jock!Stiles fixation the other day so here we have it. Derek is awkward and funny and insecure and we love him. Stiles is Stiles, and he's awesome. The series is not finished, but all the parts of the series are complete.

13. It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands. “We should?” “Yeah!” “But… Do you even care about photography?” “Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

Notes: Stiles is helplessly pining, Derek is painfully oblivious and the absolute last to find out. Somehow, they still go on like three dates together. It's pretty great, and it's completed.

14. can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? by whirl

There's something strange about Beacon Hills. Stiles can't really put his finger on it, but the way certain classmates look at him at school and the way certain adults look at him in the grocery store has him curious. And it's not the sort of pitying looks that his mom's coworkers used to give him, but these ones are longer, more searching, like they're looking for something. Not to mention the weird noises that sometimes come from the woods when he runs, too human to be animal and too animal to be human. Plus the way the Hales have seemed to sequester themselves to the wild and give Stiles serious Cullen family vibes. But Stiles, like everyone else apparently, ignores it. Until it becomes too great to ignore and he has to investigate for himself and find out what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. +++ Or, the one where Stiles and Derek meet, hate each other, slowly get to know one another, and fall totally head over heels for each other all while avoiding curious classmates, an angry ex-girlfriend, and, oh yeah, imminent death.

Notes: This one is kinda crazy but in a good way! It's 120k words long so be prepared for that, and Stiles finds out about werewolves. Derek, pookie, I'm rooting for you all the way! Also Cora, my beloved. I adore her. Stiles is pretty confused all the time for a while there. It's completed.

15. scary stories and roasted goods by graveltotempo

“I have more, you know?” grumbled Jackson, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine. Here’s another; a man goes is staying at a hotel for the weekend. On his way to his room, he notices a door with no number on it-” “An albino woman with white skin and red eyes committed suicide in that room years ago,” finished Erica, inspecting her nails with a smirk. “We know that too.” “A babysitter goes to put two children to sleep in their room and notices a large creepy clown statue in the corner-” he tried again. “Get out of the house, we don’t have a clown statue,” said Allison, tried to hide a laugh at the flustered expression on Jackson’s face. “Two roommates in a room. Sarah says that she wants to go to a party and Mary wants to stay home-” “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn the lights on?” said Derek, and Stiles laughed, looking at him with sparkling eyes. OR the cheerleading squad, the lacrosse team and the basketball team go camping.

Notes: Another cheerleader!Stiles and Jock!Derek. I love them your honor. It's all very sweet and Derek pines as he ought to do lol. Don't worry, there's light at the end of the tunnel. It's completed.

That's all I have for this one. I probably have more in my TBR but I guess we'll find out. If I ever get there. My sterek TBR only ever grows and I never seem to be able to finish fics as fast as I find them lol. Hope you guys like these!

#I love high school aus #they give me life #love it when their biggest worry is passing their classes and going out on dates #and not whether or not the monster of the week is going to eat them #high school au #sterek #fic recs #sterek fic recs #ao3 #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterel #eternalsterek #teen wolf

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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Can you please write a story with Natasha and the reader dancing together? Something like they end up doing a ballet performance together and then continue to dance and hang out afterwards, then they realize they love each other but the reader is a little shy so Nat makes the first move by kissing her or something

The Winter Ball

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After the success of The Winter Ball, something a little more magicial comes to life.

Warnings:Fluff, No Warnings | 1.1K

AC:This is such a cute idea!! I just wanna say a huge thank you to @gingiesworld for helping me with this! I know absolutely nothing about ballet and they were able to help me put this fic together! I hope you enjoy it xx

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"Agh!" You grumbled to yourself after another try at practicing a certain dance move knowing you weren't perfecting it to your own high standards. Natasha, your dance partner watched in silence from the doorway as you practiced over and over again. She saw the frustration building up in the way you moved your body, she waited for you to finish before making her presence known.

"Relax a little, you're too stressed" her raspy voice made you look over your shoulder to see the red head approaching you. "The performance is night! I don't have time to keep stuffing up" you replied shaking your arms out to try and loosen your body.

The winter ball recital was only hours away and you've been practicing your set non-stop for months. You were glad that Natasha wasn't somebody who was bothered by how much you wanted to practice and make sure everything was perfect, in fact, you noticed that she had some kind of way of making things less stressful. You felt her place her hands gently on your hips from behind as you watched her in the mirror in front of you.

"Take a deep breath" she said softly. As soon as you did as she suggested, you heard the soft sound of 'Believe (Plié)' begin to play in the background. "Now just let your body move with the music" Natasha added as you turned in her arms to face her.

You did your best to just let your body do whatever it felt was right as you and Natasha practiced the routine one last time before the show. The routine ends and you can't help but smile at your dance partner.

"Told you you were too stressed" she breaks the silence.

"I just want things to be perfect" you admitted before grabbing your water bottle.

"Things will be, I'm going to go and shower and head to hair and make up, I'll see you there?" Natasha asked. You nodded with a mouthful of water, Natasha waved goodbye and left you in the studio to take a moment to remind yourself to stop being so hard on yourself.

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The theater was crowded with guests, chit chat traveled through the aisles and behind the large red curtain that you patiently waited behind. You couldn't help but shake your hands to try and get rid of the nerves that filled your body. Everybody was nervous, everybody wanted to put on an outstanding performance but the once person you couldn't help but notice didn't seem so worried was Natasha.

"Remember, take a deep breath and let your body feel the music. Forget about the crowd, you've got this" she whispered to help with your nerves. It didn't matter how many times you danced on a stage in front of hundreds of people, you were always nervous, always hoping to give your best performance, one better than the last.

After a few moments, the audience came to a silence and the ball began shortly after you and Natasha were welcomed onto the stage. The red carpet rose, as did your nerves. Sweat pooled in your palms while your eyes scanned the room full of strangers, you took a deep breath and placed one foot in front of the other as the music began.

The background slowly came to play, beautiful handmade snowflakes glittering in the spotlight as you and Natasha danced along the stage. Mixes of jumping and twirling before Natasha would bring you closer to her body for the finally few moves.

Your hands held Natasha firmly on her rib cage, just below her breasts while Nat's hands gracefully rise above her head as her left leg is bent, foot resting just above the inside of her right knee, her right leg is straight, and toes pointed down as you gracefully twirl before slowly lowering her feet into a bow.

Your right arm holding her just above the small of her back while your left hand holds onto Nat's right hand as she arches her back and faces out into the crowd as the music comes to a steady end.

The room erupts into applause from the audience as you and Natasha make your way off the stage and begin to prepare for your next set. "You were amazing out there!" Natasha smiles softly.

"I have a great partner who really helps" you replied with a smile of your own as a thank you for her compliment. Natasha chuckled, "well thank you" she added before grabbing her next outfit.

The winter ball came to a close with the audience on their feet as their hands clapped together. You along with everybody else on stage took a bow before making your way off the stage. All the nerves and stress from earlier in the night had faded away with the sound of the muffled applause from behind closed doors. The large smile on everybody's faces only made you more proud of everybody tonight.

"Hey" you heard Natasha's voice as she gently tugged your arm, "come with me" she added as you turned to look at her. Without a thought, you followed Natasha down the hall and into one of the empty dance rooms. Natasha gently grabbed your by your hips and pulled you close as she looked deeply into your eyes, she smiled softly. Her touch, her smile and the look in her eyes brought a sense of warmth over you.

You stood facing each other, arms extended gracefully in front of one another and you slowly you both began to bend your knees, sinking into a deep plié. It came naturally, you didn't even question as to why you were both dancing once again. As you both descended, your arms reached up and out, creating a beautiful line. Reaching the bottom of the plié, you both slowly rose up, maintaining the beautiful line and connection with each other. Natasha smiled softly once more as she placed her hands on your hips once more and pulled you close before leaning in and kissing you deeply.

Your arms gracefully wrapped around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss that the two of you were so hungry for. Natasha kindly pulled away and smiled, "I've been waiting all night to kiss you" She admitted, "well, no, that's wrong…more like I've been waiting since the day we became dance partners" She adds making the smile on your lips grow bigger. "I'm glad you did, because I was way too shy" you replied with red cheeks.

Natasha chuckled before her lips met yours once more, "are you hungry?" She asked.

"Starving now the nerves have gone"

"Good, I wanna cook for you" Natasha replied, "but not exactly tonight because I am also starving" she added causing you both to laugh. "Well, lets go get some late night Chinese?" You offered, Natasha nodded as her hand intertwined with yours. The two of you went to walk out of the room but not before you pulled Natasha close once more, crashing your lips onto hers, "just wanted to double check I wasn't dreaming" you smiled against her lips.

#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #christmas #black widow #marvel

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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It's the time of the year where I sneak holiday fics into all my recs. 🤶🏻

Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep | 2.5K | Mature

In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens.

Derek has slept with that faded red hooded sweatshirt every night since he got it in the mail. It’s calming, that scent; it’s everything to him. So it’s strange now that Derek is smelling it wafting from the end of the subway car as it careens towards the L line, lights flickering on the passing platforms.

My World Is Filled With Cheer And You by bleep0bleep | 10.8K

In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.

Sidequest by bleep0bleep | 11.4K

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles’ dad thinks Derek is Stiles’ boyfriend.

Well. It could be worse.

The Kiss Doctor by bleep0bleep | 3.5K

“That’s me,” Derek says. “Are you, um— the Kiss Doctor?” “Stiles,” is the reply, and the guy grins. It’s charming.

i wait for you like a lonely house by bleep0bleep | 4.5K

Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house. He doesn’t need the space, that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.

affettuoso by bleep0bleep | 13K

Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords | 15.7K

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.

All's Fair in Orgasms and War by bleep0bleep | 63.2K | Explicit

The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.

nom de plume by bleep0bleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one. Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep | 32.8K

“Did you say–” Stiles starts.

“What?” Derek growls.

“We’re not a couple!” they both retort in unison.

“We’re not together,” Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. “An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell.”

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleep0bleep | 10.5K

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

Mauve by bleep0bleep | 7.3K

It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

remember my love by bleep0bleep | 23.3K

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he's no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he's been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure. Derek blinks.

of course, of course by bleep0bleep | 12.9K | Explicit

Derek swallows, watching Stiles mull over the paperwork. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Stiles says, licking his lips. He signs with a flourish and pushes the contract back at Derek.

Derek knows every word of the contract by heart, but his heart stutters anyways when a sentence jumps out at him. The client acknowledges that any bond created during the heat session is temporary.

#sterek fics #sterek #ficrecs #fanfic writers #sterek fandom #author spotlight #bleepobleep #author appreciation

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talkfastromance4 · 1 year

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If you still accept titles for the made-up fic title thingy:

"I wanna be that somebody for you."

This is very long! My imagination got away from me and I would LOVE to continue this story if you and others are interested!

Also couldn’t help myself and made a lil moodboard.

Enjoy!

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You own a small flower shop inherited by your grandfather and you curated the floral arrangements for Penny and Maverick’s wedding. You were busy perfecting the bouquets and that’s when Jake saw you wearing a very pretty sundress with pink flowers on it. You even had a headband of flowers in your hair and he pictured you in a cottage with little woodland creatures surrounding you.

He admired your work ethic and the need for things to be exactly perfect with the arrangements.

“Excuse me,” he said approaching you, “could you help me with my boutonniere?”

You looked him over in his dress whites then glanced at the others behind him.

“Um, you don’t get them with your uniform.”

“Oh. I know,” he grinned, green eyes dancing.

“Then why would you ask–”

“I’m in another wedding. I’ll be wearing a regular civvy suit.”

“I see,” you nod gathering up the fallen stems and leaves from your work. “Shouldn’t the bride and groom be asking for those?”

“I’m the best man, they’ve entrusted me with it.”

“I see.”

He liked how curt you were with your responses.

“Well, I’d love to help but not while I’m in the middle of another wedding, sir.”

His eyebrows raised at the formality of ‘sir’ and only made his Cheshire grin widen.

“Wonderful, I’ll stop by tomorrow. When do you open?”

“Eight,” you sigh.

“I’ll see you at eight. And it’s Lieutenant, darlin’,” he winks then left you flabbergasted.

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He’s already waiting outside the shop door by eight o’clock on the dot when you go to unlock them. He’s in his service khakis and you run through some options from most expensive to least. Then by category of flower and what season would be best for which flower. It wasn't until you pulled out a box of ribbon that he placed his hand over yours, you felt an electric current course through you.

He admits it was all a ploy.

“What? Why?” You ask then realization and anger clouds over your eyes. “So you can joke about it with your naval buddies? Get out of my store–”

“No, no, no, you misunderstand,” he holds up his hands in defense. “I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?”

“An arrangement,” he flashes a smile. “Come to dinner with me tonight and I’ll explain.”

“Like an arrangement of flowers?”

“No, sweetheart,” he shakes his head then slides his hands in his pockets. “I’ll have a car pick you up at seven. Wear something nice.”

He winks again then left.

Throughout the day you were thinking of the whole altercation. The smart, rational part of you knows you shouldn’t have dinner with him. But the curious part of you is intrigued by his cryptic meaning of ‘proposition’ and ‘arrangement’ and you wanted to know what it was.

It isn’t until your friend and coworker has come over with an armful of dresses for you to borrow that she jokingly suggests it might be a sex arrangement. You laugh along but the pit in your stomach and the warmth spreading in your ears signifies she might be right. You pick out a pretty black dress and the car arrives promptly at seven o’clock.

The Navy is prone to being good with time, you guessed.

A man named Reynolds opens the very sleek black SUV and asks what kind of music you’d like to listen to for the drive. Forty minutes later you’re in the Valley pulling up to the top five star restaurant in the state. A valet opens the door and gestures to you inside where a hostess greets you by name and leads you to the main room.

The Lieutenant is sitting at a white clothed table in a very nice suit. As soon as he saw you he stood up, eyes taking you and your dress in with a faint smile.

“Wow, as I live and breathe,” he drawls then pulls out your chair. He offers his hand for you to take as you sit down and he pushes you in a little bit. You murmur a thank you and take in the restaurant.

Men and women are wearing high-end clothes, luxury watches wink at you and diamonds sparkle amongst the candlelight. There’s a massive fireplace and chandeliers everywhere. When you look back at him, he’s already looking at you. You feel your cheeks warm.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments.

“Thank you. This is very…extravagant.”

He notices the nervous way you touch your hair and bite your lip. You take in how handsome he looks, his suit is crisp, his hair perfectly styled with a little bit of the bangs hanging over his forehead. There’s a start to a five o’clock shadow on his cheeks and chin but it looks anything but rough to the touch.

“Y/N?” he asks and you notice a waiter is next to you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Red or white, madam?” the waiter asks.

“For what?” your brain is a little behind because of the circumstance.

“Wine,” the Lieutenant smiles patiently.

“Oh. Right. Um…white.”

“A bottle of your best white wine and I’ll also have a whisky. Neat.”

When the waiter is gone you lean in closer to the table.

“What is all this?”

“Dinner and drinks.”

“No. I mean…your proposition?”

“It’s not time to talk about that yet,” he shakes his head then hands you a menu.

The drinks arrive and you take a hearty sip to ease your nerves. You nearly choke on probably the best wine you’ve ever had when you notice the prices. Some of them are in the hundred dollar range.

“Lieutenant–”

“Please, call me Jake.”

“Jake. these are very pricey–”

“Don’t worry about the cost, y/n,” he shakes his head. “Anything that looks good, please order it. And don’t go for the cheapest one.”

You glance over the top of your menu to see him giving you a knowing look because that’s what you were honestly planning to do.

After you finally order and drink some more wine, he starts to ask many questions. Your birthday, where you grew up, schooling, your favorite classes, friends, family, siblings. So many questions about you. When dessert is finished you’re holding the mug of coffee between your palms.

“Why do you want to know all this?” you ask.

“Penny told me how caring and open-hearted you are, how much you do for others. And how you help your grandmother. She said no one has really taken care of you.”

His green eyes are smoldering in the candlelight.

“Okay…” that didn’t really answer your question.

“I wanna be that somebody for you.”

“Be what?”

“I want to take care of you. Anything you need. Pay off your house, expand your flower shop,a new car. Whatever you need.”

You stare at him blankly trying to absorb his words then it hits you.

“You want to be a sugar daddy?” You hiss and nearly spill your cup of coffee. “I’m very capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. I get by. I don’t even have a house! And what, you’d want to pay for things in exchange for sex? I’m not a hooker and that’s illegal!”

“Shh!” he hushes placing his hand over yours. His eyes are wild as he looks at the other occupants but they were none the wiser of your accusations. “No. Of course not.”

“I won’t send you feet pics either–”

“Y/N, Y/N, stop,” he’s earnest. “This is not what that is, I promise.”

“Then explain yourself better.”

“What I’m suggesting is that, I help you with some financial things and in return–” he gives you a look when you gasp–”in return, I ask that you be a companion. A date to Navy balls, family gatherings. We can have dinner as frequently as you’d like, or coffee, or nothing at all unless it’s for a function where I need you.”

“So not a sugar daddy–you aren’t even that much older than me, by the way!”

“I’m aware,” he nods patiently while you visibly flip out on him.

“So, what then? A piece of arm candy? I’m not the greatest–”

“You are. From what I’ve heard you are exactly right for me.”

“How? Why do you need a companion? You can have any person you’d want.”

“I can’t disclose that with you right now unless you agree. I’ll have paperwork set up–”

“Paperwork! Wait,” you lower your voice, peeking at your neighbors to make sure they’re not listening when you ask, “is this like a…a Fifty Shades of Grey thing? Are you like a Christian Grey?”

“Of course not,” he snorts, “I’m not into that, I’m not going to ‘own’ you. You picture me as Christian Grey?”

“No! You’re way hotter than he–” you clap your hand over your mouth but he smiles. “So, no whips and chains or a play room?”

“No. Unless you’d want one,” he shrugs. “This is why I’m calling it an arrangement. You’re a good person who deserves to be taken care of.”

“You hardly know me, Jake. Or am I some kind of charity case? A means to a redemption arc you’re looking for? Have you murdered someone?”

“My, my, my, you certainly are entertaining,” he chuckles. “And quite the imagination.”

“I watch a lot of movies,” you sniff.

“You don’t have to make a decision right now, of course. But think about it. I have more than enough money and I give a good portion of it to charities I’m keen on. We can be as exclusive as you’d like or you can shoot a text and I’ll send money over for whatever it is you need.”

“And all you want back is for me to be a companion to you?”

“Yes.”

“Like a fake relationship?”

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.”

You side eye him dubiously.

“Are you sure this isn’t some sort of sex thing? Is this a new kink I’ve never heard of?”

“Oh y/n, if it was I would have already pleasured you at your shop.”

“What?!” you squeak but he just smirks.

“That’s a discussion for another time, sweetheart. If you choose. I want you to know the ball is entirely in your court. I’ll have Reynolds drive you home but leave you with my card…” he pulls out his wallet and slides a business type looking card with his name on it and a number underneath.

Your mind is racing, your palms are sweaty and you feel warm all over because you never in a million years would have expected this type of predicament.

“It’s late, I know you need to be up early tomorrow,” he pulls away from the table and you stand automatically following him out the restaurant in a daze.

Reynolds opens the door but Jake grabs your elbow and turns you around to face him. He’s wearing a very fresh smelling cologne, it clears your nose and makes your head swim because it gives off the aura of sophistication and wealth. Your head doesn’t even come up to his chin so you really have to move your head up to look at him.

“Think it over. I’ll send over the papers so you can examine it. Call or text or email if you have any questions. I want to be that somebody you can rely on and call on whenever you need it. Okay?”

“Okay,” you gulp.

“Good. Have a good night, Y/N,” he bends down to kiss your cheek then helps you climb into the car. “Reynolds will also be your driver. He knows where to bring you to me when and if you’re ready.”

He closes the door and your head is still swimming going in a million different directions. Your cheek is tingling from the softness of his lips, the insides of your thighs are burning because you’re thinking of what he said earlier. How he could have pleasured you in your flower shop. The curious part of you was very curious about that.

#ask #@mymindwide #jake seresin oneshot #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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Remember song comics... Anyway the violin intro in this made me go ohhhhh Sherlock………

This is inspired by Feel my Heart Banging like a Gun by @thetimemoves. It can be applied to any fic where they dance in a club, but that fic specifically made me vibrate hard enough I cranked out the first panel and then the rest came when I heard David Byrne’s violin version of the song. Anyway go read that fic. So good.

#bbc Sherlock #johnlock #I wanna dance with somebody #art #John Watson #sherlock holmes #fan art #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #sketch #Spotify

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somnambulic-thing · 6 months

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This fic is part III of my come as you are universe but can be read as a standalone.

Series Masterlist

always hungry

Eddie Munson x gn!reader with vagina&boobs, we're early/mid 20s, 18+

Words: 2.6k

Summary: After a rough week, Eddie takes care of you. The Munson way.

|established relationship, mental health themes/burnout adjacent, fluff & comfort, song fic, only mentions of food (don't take the title literally), Eddie takes care of Reader|

Essential Soundtrack for this one: Lullaby by The Cure

A/N: I wrote most of this highly self-indulgent story back in October when I was in a similar state as depicted here. Then I kinda forgot about it, then some writers block hit and... you know how it goes. It's silly and tender and I hope somebody can find a little joy or comfort between the lines.

As always, comments and reblogs are very, very welcome.

It’s late October Friday and you’re in bed before even the sleepy sun can put on its dawn blue pyjamas. With your cheek smushed against the mattress for the past hour, the wrinkles in the sheet are bound to leave intricate imprints on your skin. Outside your window, grimy with summer dust and pollen, the stripping trees sway in the wind with a calm like they don’t know that today has been shit - totally, utterly shit at that - and you don’t hold it against them. They try to soothe you with their dance and that’s really the peak of what they can do for you - rooted in your bed - while being rooted in the earth themselves.

The whole week had slowly slowly slowly drained the joy out of you.

It had started Monday, subtle still, but by evening you had felt a little blue. Tuesday had been grey - all work and no play - and Wednesday too… and you refuse to think about Thursday at all, had declared it a taboo.

Friday, the dullest of them all, had finally sucked you dry and you had just enough left to drag yourself to bed and wait for someone to come along and lick your wounds for you.

And it takes only a decade’s worth of longing for the one who knows how to put you back together until the front door opens with a soft squeak that you had been meaning to remedy since the day you moved in but by now were too fond of to do so. It fades nicely into the melody he’s humming and so does the rustling of fabric as he sheds the outer layers off his shoulders and so is the thudding of his boots against the floor as he kicks them off, one stray thudd letting you know that one boot hit the wall on.

The sounds of his arrival - so unmistakably Eddie - stir something inside the hollow pit of your stomach and you take a breath to give him directions to find you but he beats your tired vocal cords to it. A fluffy head pokes through the door, a goofy smile turns into an observant frown and then a soft gentle voice pokes you with questions as he moves to kneel beside the bed—

What do you need?

You wanna go out? Meet some friends?

Wanna curl up and watch a movie?

We could find something for you to break?

—until he takes pity on you in the face of your fatigued state and declares the burden of decision-making be taken off your shoulders for as long as you need to.

“Thanks, Ed,” you mumble with your eyes closed, sucking up the feeling his nails leave on your scalp.

“Mhh, how abouuut,” he puts a quick, warm kiss to your forehead, “I order us some pizza that we’ll eat in bed while I provide you with more first class headscratches—“

“At the same time?“

“Oh, the never-ending perks of a highly ambidextrous boyfiend— and we see how you feel when you’re fed and purring and take it from there? That sound doable?”

You nod. “I can do that.”

“Alright,” he says softly and combs his fingers through your hair. You hear a smile in his inflection that carries some mirth and you open your eyes to find him grin. It’s a beautiful thing to behold, a little sharp around the edges like a promise of mischief and laugther. You need to know what’s going on behind it.

“What’s that face?”

The grin widens. He’s glad you asked. “I would feed you like a baby bird if I had to.”

“Edward,” you huff and feel the corner of your mouth twitch against the mattress.

Eddie’s grin falls, replaced by a seriousness that doesn’t spare on the theatrics. If you didn’t know him, you would probably believe it. “I just want you to know,” he puts a hand to your cheek, your blood rushing there to meet his touch, “that I am ready to go to great lengths to pull you out of that hole, sweetheart. Ain’t no mountain high enough…”

A soft snort escapes you and he ducks his head, dialing it down for a moment but not giving up yet. “That’s all?” he asks drily. “Me digging into regurgitation humour and Motown classics and all I get is a snort?”

“It’s dire,” you say, a few stray tears blurring your view for three, four blinks of your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The mattress dips, then gentle hands pluck your face off the sheet and after the world spins and rocks a little on its axes, your cheek is smushed against his chest. Long arms embrace you, wrapping you in more warmth than any blanket ever could and he smells like home - tea tree and smoke and Eddie - and you almost break your nose on his sternum with the urge to replace all the air in your lungs with his scent.

“How the fuck is it that I only hear about you feeling off when it’s already dire?”

You mumble incoherent things into the safety of his chest and feel blessed that he doesn’t mind a little snot on his shirt.

“Can’t hear with my tits, precious.”

“I don’t know, I just dragged on and on and then…” you shrug. “But it’s not really that bad—“

“You trying to tell me there’s no snot on my shirt right now?”

A laugh. How he does it, coaxing those out of you, past the sobs taking up all the space in your restricted throat, you don’t know. You just know that right now inside those arms, things really don’t feel that bad anymore.

You’ve been silent for a while and Eddie is still unaware of this realisation. “Need me to shut up today?”

“No, oh god nod. I need you to be you,” you say in a nasal tone Eddie has the grace to ignore and push yourself up to meet his eyes. Two pitch-black searchlights on a mission to scout your face for traces of you holding back for stupid reasons.

“Elaborate?” he says, seemingly satisfied with his investigation, for a smile makes its way back to his features. A little smug thing. ”You know I contain multitudes.”

“Oh yeah,” you marvel, no teasing in your voice. “And many of those.”

“Exactly.” He taps the tip of your nose, before running the same finger down your cheek. “So, what do you need?

“Joy.”

“Joy?”

“Joy… fun… delight, pleasure, excitement!” With each word, your throat squeezes shut again. The longing - the need - too big for this small opening to not knock over something brittle.

The tears are back. Eddie doesn’t wipe or kiss them away, knowing they are a sign of the vicious pressure leaving your body. He nods and smiles with the tip of his tongue stuck between his front teeth and it hits you then, the relief, hard as a load of bricks—

“I got you,” he speaks your thoughts into existence.

“Eddie? What are you doing?” The phone call to order unreasonable amounts of pizza had ended ages ago and the spot next to you was still occupied by his absence. It got more and more heavy with each passing minute. You swear you slowly felt the mattress dip from its weight, threatening to topple over the bed, so it was better to get out and—

“Stay where you are!” Eddie calls from the other room and you’re once again startled by his sharp ears. Your feet hadn’t even touched the ground outside the bed.

“Bat,” you mumble and frown, shuffling back into bed again. The sheets were itchy now, coated with curiosity. You flop down to your back and stare at the ceiling. It’s dawning now and the white of the ceiling has turned into a dark, murky blue. You are just another inhale away from calling out for him again when you hear a rhythmic tap that is unmistakably fingertips on acoustic guitar.

A faint. ‘One, two, three, four.’

And then familiar notes float through the doorframe, breaching the darkness and sink right into your chest. You sit up. Your heart starts to flutter, outrunning the slow ethereal melody plucked by calloused fingers and it costs all of your will to not follow the enchanting sound into the dark where Eddie coaxes something magical out of the instrument.

You brace yourself for his voice to weave into the song when his shape emerges out of the darkness of the hallway. There suddenly is no space in this world big enough for the size of your heart.

‘On candy-striped legs, the spiderman comes…’

The fabric clings to his legs like a second skin. It doesn’t matter that the red-white-red-white pattern is opaque, the soft light of the bedside lamp works out the lean muscle like a chisel. His chest is bare, his eyes black holes surrounded by the traces of laughter chiseled by time.

‘Softly through the shadow of the evening sun…’

He keeps his eyes on you as he sneaks on tiptoes around the bed, only averting his gaze to step over your work clothes you’d left in a heap on the floor.

‘Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead Looking for the victim shivering in bed’

There’s no room to steal past your window and so he stops in front of it. Like an apparition, something from a dream; his pale skin almost glowing, mocking the vanishing sun behind him.

‘Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room And there is nothing I can do When I realize with delight’

His eyes widen; wild, seductive. You shiver a few lines too late but so forcefully, your back arches against the headboard. He sings the next line like a threat lined with a promise.

‘That the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight’

A noise escapes your lips; half laughter half moan and across the room, spiderman follows suit with the words leaving his smirking lips.

‘Quietly he laughs and shaking his head Creeps closer now Closer to the foot of the bed And softer than shadow and quicker than flies…’

It’s not quite a jump, but a fluent, swift motion as he climbs into bed with you. A few steps, carefully, slowly like on a tightrope except he’s planting his striped feet on each side of you, widening his stance the further he goes. You lean back as far as you can, slouched almost painfully against the headboard but it’s just a faint sensation, drowned out by the man towering above you in his battle stance; the one he takes on stage when he becomes a wild thing that won’t be tamed. It makes no difference that there’s no electricity raging under his fingers, doesn’t matter that there is no distortion, or that he’s clad in nothing but a pair of skin-tight red and white tights; Eddie is raw and real and here and he’s giving himself to you.

‘His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes Be still be calm be quiet now my precious ghoul…’

He starts to descend, lowering himself to his knees, leaving you time to fully lie down—

‘Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more…’

— matching your grin as he straddles your thighs and loads his voice with something tenderly vicious that makes your skin crawl with an anthill’s worth of emotions.

For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight…‘

The melody stops, the guitar is placed on the sheets and Eddie slows the words down, a dragging rhythm like someone who’s trying to remember a poem from their childhood.

‘And I feel like I'm being eaten…’

His fingers crawl over your belly up to your chest as he leans down and sings into the skin of your neck while your hands roam every inch of him they can reach.

‘By a thousand million shivering furry hooooles’

A pause. Mingled giggles and Eddie’s warm breath on your neck turning into a moan as you rake your nails over the length of his candy-striped thighs. He places a kiss on the soft spot beyond your ear and sits back up, cheeks flushed and smile mirthful.

“Excuse me,” he clears his throat and grabs the guitar by the neck, “I have a show to finish.” He simply picks back up where he’d stopped.

‘And I know that in the morning I will wake up In the shivering cold

And the spiderman is always… hungry’

And then he just sits there above you, features soft and warm in the dim light. His fingers move over the strings like melancholic creatures and he prolongs the outro, keeping the song alive until the silent tears spilling down your face have dried up again.

This time, he kisses the remnants away.

“Hmm… happy tears,” he hums and runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours. “Delicious.”

You laugh softly, no longer feeling hollow and numb, even if completely exhausted.

“Thank you… that’s exactly what I needed…”

“Always my pleasure to cater to your very specific tastes,” he chuckles and kisses you, slow and soft with a hint of tongue. “How are you feeling?”

“Way less awful…”

“I take that for now.” You run your hands over his cheeks and up, brushing his hair off his forehead just for it to fall in place again right away, only more tousled. “M’ going to pamper and spoil you this weekend like nobody has ever been spoiled and pampered before.”

Your throat fills with something hot and itchy and new tears well up in the corners of your eyes. Eddie provides you with more tender kisses and quiet declarations of love and devotion.

‘You’re not too much, never.’

‘It’s no burden to care for you, sweetheart.’

‘Hate to see you so exhausted. Just let me help.’

His weight and warmth calm your mind, his chest the perfect space to hide and rest. Your hands wander down his back, fingers crossing the valley of his spine and all the way down to an elastic waistband and you remember.

“Where the hell did you conjure up those?”

Lifting himself up, he leans back, hooks a thumb under the hem and lets it snap back. “You like it?”

“Love it,” you breathe out, sliding your thumb between the soft fabric and the soft hair on his lower belly. You would be devouring him by now if you weren’t so tired.

“I acquired those with the intent to, uh, seduce you and engage in some magnificent fuckery, but, you know, I figured…” he shrugs, takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s not like they are single-use item.”

A laugh bubbles up in your chest and pride spreads on Eddie’s face.

“So are you stashing more fancy garments at my place without my knowledge?”

He sharply draws in air through his teeth, conspiratorial grin inclusive. “I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information.”

“Alright,” you say, hand placed over your heart. “I promise I won’t go looking on purpose.”

He tilts his head and leans back down. “That’s my good little ghoul.” This kiss feels more urgent and you weave your hand into the hair on the back of his neck and—

The doorbell rings.

“Shit,” he spits. “Forgot we ordered food.”

Eddie places a kiss on your forehead and hurries out the bed. Right before he leaves the room he stops and looks down on himself. He turns around, grabs a shirt from his drawer and puts it on, then looks down on himself once more. He shrugs and leaves the room.

You already miss him.

#eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x afab!reader #my fic

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lunardragon00 · 2 months

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Eternal Sunshine Masterlist

A series of Ateez fics based off the Eternal Sunshine album

Ateez x Fem!Reader

End of The World (Part One)

Boyfriend!Mingi x Reader How can I tell if I'm in the right relationship? Aren't you really s'posed to know that shit? Feel it in your bones and own that shit? I don't know

Don't Wanna Break Up Again

Seonghwa x Reader We both know it's time, So we say goodbye Just one kiss goodbye, With tears in our eyes

Eternal Sunshine

Idol!Jongho x Idol!Reader So I try to wipe my mind, Just so I feel less insane Rather feel painless, I'd rather forget than know, know for sure What we could've fought through behind this door

Supernatural (coming soon....)

Fashion Designer!Hongjoong x Journalist!reader Don't want nobody else around me, Just need you right here You're like the only thing that I see, It's crystal clear

The Boy is Mine (coming soon....)

f-boy!Yunho x reader Something about him is made for somebody like me Baby, come over, come over And God knows I'm trying, but there's just no use in denying

We Can't Be Friends (coming soon....)

Yeosang x reader I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire Just wanna let this story die, And I'll be alright

I Wish I Hated You (coming soon....)

Ex!San x reader Our shadows dance in a parallel plane Just two different endings, you learn to repair And I learn to keep me in one place So close and yet so far, If only we had known from the start

Imperfect for you (coming soon....)

Bf!Wooyoung x reader How could we know, we'd rearrange all the cosmos? We crashed, and we burned Now I just can't go where you don't go

Ordinary Things (part Two) (coming soon....)

Boyfriend!Mingi x reader You hit just like a green light when I'm stuck runnin' real late I don't need no diamonds, just your time No matter what we do, there's never gonna be an ordinary thing No ordinary things with you

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aziraphales-library · 1 month

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do you have any fic recs for aziracrow in the 1920s/30s? I watched Bright Young Things recently and now all I need in life is Aziraphale attending Gatsby-esque parties or anything similar along those lines. I love your blog btw! Very helpful <3

We have a #1920s tag, so check that out. Here are some 1930s/Gatsby/Bright Young Things fics...

wanna witness your eyes looking by izzyhandsgf (E)

"How could someone so unbearably holy commit such sins in the most beautiful way?" ----------------------------- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the 1930s, fem-presenting, and both are slightly overcome by their feelings for one another...

I’ll be Seeing You by gothwillgraham (G)

In the early 1930s, both Crowley and Aziraphale are active in London’s high society, without the other realizing it. When their respective orders cause them to cross paths for the first time since 1867, dealing with the tasks at hand is one thing. But dealing with the emotions built up in the last 70 years is quite another.

Lavender Coffin by The_Infamous_Jack (T)

“If Aziraphale had been in any way inclined, he would have been worried about the damnation of his soul if Heaven ever saw what he was up to. He never worried, though, because they couldn't see a damn thing. Aziraphale was not doing anything that involved Heaven at the moment, he was simply spending time with the humans, and as result, his lifestyle was completely invisible to them. They never bothered him, and he was free to act as sordid as the rest of the era if he so chose to.” ~~~ Aziraphale loves the 1920s, and he only wishes that he could share it with Crowley. Unfortunately, the more time that Aziraphale spends with the humans, and the more drunken letters he writes to his absent “husband”, the more he discovers the darker undertones to the era he thought he fitted right into. Eventually, he begins to spiral into questioning his own loyalties, and he desperately needs somebody to save him. It’s rather ironic that the only person who can is a demon, and one which Aziraphale hasn’t seen for over 70 years. Alternatively, the author watched Michael Sheen in Bright Young Things and you know what that means… (Aziraphale in makeup? Yes please).

Maybe This Time by orphan_account (T)

There was a cabaret in a city called Berlin, in a country called Germany, in a Europe that just narrowly escaped the end of the world and was rapidly heading towards another attempt. And in that cabaret, an Angel and a Demon were dancing together. The trumpets signaling end times could have been playing, and they wouldn’t have even heard it over the music.

Such Sweet Sorrow by Eldyra (M)

This work is loosely inspired by the wonderful comic "Jazz Baby" by WhiteleyFoster and "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Crowley and Aziraphale meet in 1923 at a party, which they both attend due to an assignment from their respective head offices. Crowley is having a bad night, Aziraphale still feels bad about the Holy Water argument, neither is in a party mood. So they take off together to make a memory that will remain precious to them both for the rest of their lives.

Celestial Bodies by Justkeeptrekkin (M)

The year is 1923. Aziraphale's friends at the gentlemen's club invite him for a weekend away in Devon. He asks Crowley to join. It gets very silly and very messy very quickly. That's just how things were in the roaring twenties.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #1930s #1920s #mod d

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sweetaliencheeks · 1 year

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M A S T E R L I S T

JUST THE TWO:

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.

THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.

THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?

THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY

There’s an unexpected package at your door.

THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.

THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.

THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.

THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?

THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…

THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.

THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.

THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!

THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?

THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…

THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?

THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

Julia Roberts would be so jealous…

THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

After you’ve died, any moment is good.

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

What song are you?

WITH THE GUARDIANS

THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.

THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…

So I followed the advice of my lovely readers and finally got around to do a masterlist so it’s easier to find everything! Let me know if I forgot anything. I was actually surprised by how many fics I have written over the years, and I want to say how grateful I am for your support and kind words 🤍

Also, I want to precise that although some of the titles contain the pronouns “she/her”, the fics are mostly gender neutral. I’ll get around to fix the titles eventually!

Keep rocking you beautiful space babies

#rocket x reader #fanfic #gotg fic #gotg vol 1 #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #gotg x reader #gotg2 #masterlist

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morallyinept · 9 months

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Jealousy - @naughtyneganjdm

Little Black Dress - @hellishjoel Bartender!Joel

All Things Go - @fhatbhabie PlusSizeLatina!Reader

Rock Me To Sleep - @randofantfic

A Savage Place Series - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Dom x Sub Dynamic

No Strings Attached - @dustydaddyyy

Bad Blood Series - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

The Insemination - @megangovier20 Doc!Joel

Somebody To Heal, Somebody to Hold - @bearsbeetsbeskar Dispensary!Joel

Joyride - @strang3lov3

Silk & Sweat Series - @hexidous

Joel Miller: Attorney At Law - @chloeangelic ShadyLawyer!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @chloeangelic More Joel to enjoy!

One More Day Series - @cevans-is-classic

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Code Red Series DBF!Joel, Call Your Bluff & Joel Masterlist - @chaotic-mystery

Imbibe Series - @sin-djarin Mixologist!Joel

The Voicemail - @elvinaa

All You Wanna Do & The Wound Won't Close - @atticrissfinch Dark!Joel

The Wrong Way Series - @romana-after-dark Dark Raider!Joel Featuring Dark Raider!Tommy

Crimson Red Paint On My Lips, Me & The Devil & Marked Me Like A Bloodstain - @pr0ximamidnight Dark MeanSmuggler!Joel

You Can't Trust Anyone These Days - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark!Joel Featuring Tess & Raider Group

With Pleasured Hands, Can't Nobody Love You Featuring Tommy Miller & Only Teasing - @magpiepills

I'm The One To Beat - @missredherring Slasher!Joel

Keeping Warm & Can't Take It - @randofantfic

Fate, After All Series - @mandoisapunk

Starving Faithful - @tulipsbymybed Priest!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ozarkthedog

Close Your Eyes, Pay The Price For Your Paradise - @ozarkthedog Dark!Joel

Sweet Peach Series - @elvinaa BFD!Cowboy Joel

But I'm A Creep - @elvinaa PervyNeighbour!Joel

Confession - @elvinaa Priest!Joel

Dom Pérignon - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

Yes, Father Series - @chloeangelic Priest!Joel

Dirty Cage - @sin-djarin

A Little Discipline - @walkintotheriveranddisappear DarkStepdad!Joel

Closer Series & Pretty Little Wife Series - @beardedjoel

Jet & Ghost - @macfrog

Love's Gonna Get You Killed - @pascalisbaby

Sins Of My Father Series - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin DBF!Joel

Short Days, Long Nights Series - @frannyzooey

Smut Celebration: Joel & Smut Celebration Joel 2 - @thetriumphantpanda

The Red - @prettykoolkat PlusSize!Reader

Grown Woman - @chloeangelic DBF!Joel

For I Have Sinned - @xanqels DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel

Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Featuring Javier Peña

Dancing With The Devil - @jenispunk DBF!Joel

Blush - @softlyspector

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george-weasleys-girl · 11 months

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HIII i'm so excited okay so i requested this from another fic writer as well but i wanna see different takes on this:

for backstory: fred and the reader haven been in a close, loving and trusting relationship for the past months. nothing can break them apart.

the fic i'm requesting now is for fred to be at a party the reader isn't at, but seeing another person polyjuiced into them flirting with someone else to make him jealous. maybe that person is trying to break them up or just drunk idrc.

fred however knows and trusts y/n and immediately knows this isn't them !! i'd love to see your take on how he'd react, super excited to read it <33

Such a fun request! Thank you for sending it in.

Fred Weasley x fem reader

~•~

The Doppelganger

"I'm not even on call tonight," Y/N grumbled, changing out of the new dress Fred had gifted her and back into her work clothes.

"Maybe it's something really nasty," Fred suggested. "And, face it, my love, you're the best."

"Well, the best should have Saturday night off so she go to a party with her boyfriend."

"Would it help if I promise to be miserable the whole time?"

Y/N sighed and sat down next to Fred. "No. I want you to go and have fun. I'm just disappointed I can't go with you."

"I know, love," Fred wrapped his arm around her. "I am too." Then he paused, thinking. "How about we go to brunch tomorrow at that little muggle cafe you like so much?"

"Ooh! The one with the really good omelets?"

"That's the one," Fred grinned, then leaned in for a kiss. "Now, you better go before somebody does something stupid and turns the Ministry into goo."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Y/N giggled.

~•~

Y/N had only been gone fifteen minutes, and Fred was already missing her. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd have a miserable time without her. It was a phenomenon that had only happened one other time in his life. But that was long since over, and he hadn't been interested in anyone seriously until Y/N walked into the shop almost a year ago.

She was one of the Ministry's lead magical librarians, responsible for the preservation and translation of ancient magical texts, some of which have dark magic woven within seemingly harmless phrases or paragraphs. It was her job to find those passages and nullify the magic within them. It was a dangerous and thrilling occupation, and his girlfriend was one of the best in the field. That was why she was working on a Saturday night instead of accompanying Fred to the biggest party of the year.

Fred sighed and picked up her little red dress that was still puddled on the floor and placed neatly across the bed. If she managed to get out early enough, she'd stop by home to change and then head over to join him.

~•~

Fred wasn't as miserable as he'd feared. George and his fiancé were at the party too, and they ended up pulling him out onto the dance floor with them. They were dancing like a trio of fools to Rock the Casbah when he spotted a familiar face and a brilliant smile spread across his own.

"Hey, Y/N's here. I'll be right back," he patted George on the shoulder and went to go greet his newly arrived girlfriend. However, as he got closer, he realized something was very, very wrong. This woman looked like Y/N, but she was most definitely not his girlfriend.

First off, she didn't move right. Y/N had an effortless grace about her. This woman's movements were clumsy and disjointed. Like she couldn't figure out how her arms and legs were supposed to work.

Second, instead of her new dress, she wore a shimmery, silver one similar to the 60s mod dress Y/N had worn on Halloween when they'd dressed up as Austin Powers and Vanessa Kensington.

And thirdly, the thing that put the nail in the coffin for him, some random guy had his arm around her, kissing down the length of her neck. He knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that whoever this person was, she was not his beloved Y/N.

"Who the fuck is that?" A voice popped up next to him. Fred turned to find George's fiancé standing beside him on her tiptoes, with his twin right behind her. "Because that sure as hell isn't Y/N."

"No. No, it isn't," Fred muttered and started to move toward the strange woman when she turned, looked him straight in eyes, and gave him a sly, seductive grin before resuming her make-out session.

The older twin stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that grin. It wasn't Y/N's, but it was so strikingly familiar. He wracked his brain but just couldn't place it.

~•~

"Polyjuice potion most likely," George said. They'd moved to a back corner of the room away from most of the partygoers to discuss this unexpected new twist.

"Yeah, but why? And how'd she get one of Y/N's hairs?" Fred asked.

"Maybe they work together?" His twin's fiancé suggested.

"No idea," Fred focused his gaze back on the fake Y/N, who now had her tongue down the guy's throat. "But I'm gonna find out." With that, he turned and pushed his way through the crowd. If whoever this is wants to play this game, he thought. Then, let's play it.

He grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him off the fake Y/N. "That's my girlfriend you're kissing."

The poor fellow turned three shades of pale and all but ran away from the redhead towering over him. Fred watched him go and then shifted his attention to his girlfriend's doppelganger.

"You," he stared down at her. "With me. Now."

The woman smirked and followed him outside. Once they were far enough away from the crowd, Fred rounded on her. "Who the hell are you? And why are you pretending to be Y/N?"

"What do you mean, pretending?" She stepped forward, putting her hands on his chest. He swiped them away.

"I know my girlfriend, and you are not her."

"Freddie, baby," she cooed. "Why do you say such things?"

"Because Y/N wouldn't be snogging some random bloke at a party.

She shrugged. "I just had a little too much to drink. I was stressed after dealing things at the Ministry."

"So, why didn't you - " Fred's heart skipped a beat. "How did you know she's at the Ministry?"

The woman laughed. "Maybe you're the one who's had too much to drink, Honeybuns."

Fred stood frozen in place. There was only one person who'd ever called him that. "Belinda?"

She and Fred had been "fuck buddies" when he met Y/N. It was supposed to be a no-strings attatched situation. But apparently, Belinda had developed feelings for him at some point and proceeded to spend the next couple of months harrassing Y/N and trying to get him back. When nothing worked, she just dropped off the face of the earth. Fred and Y/N assumed she'd given up. Apparently, they were wrong.

Belinda rolled her eyes. "Fine," she sighed. "It's me. Aren't you the smart one? Go you."

Fred rubbed a hand over his face. "How the fuck did you even do this? How did you get one of Y/N's hairs?" A sudden chill ran down his spine. "Have you been stalking her?"

"No, not really," she replied with a flippant air. "But it's not hard to find out where she works. Your little cupcake has made quite the name for herself."

Fred's eyes blazed. "How. Did. You. Get. One. Of. Her. Hairs?" The edge in voice caused Belinda to take a couple of steps back.

"Well, if you must know," she replied, maintaining a safe distance. "A friend of mine also works at the Ministry. She swiped it from Y/N's coat while they were in the elevator together one morning."

"And tonight?" Fred took a step toward her. Belinda took another step back. "Did you have something to do with that?"

She shrugged. "My friend is such a ditz. She mixed up some paperwork..."

Fred cut her off. "So, you mean to tell me, you did all that just to come here and try to break up me and Y/N?"

By now, the Polyjuice was wearing off, and Belinda was shifting back to herself. "Did it work?" She asked. Her voice was no longer Y/N's but a high-pitched drawl that Fred had once thought cute, but now turned his stomach.

"Seriously?" He spat. "In what demented world do you think that would work?"

"Guess not. Worth a shot."

"Look," Fred sighed. "We're over. We've been over. I'm really sorry you got hurt, I never wanted that to happen. But, there's nothing that you can say or do that's ever going to make me leave Y/N. Do you understand?"

~•~

"Yeah. Whatever," she huffed. The last bit of Polyjuice faded away, leaving Belinda standing before him, an arrogant sneer plastered across her face. Fred shook his head, wondering how he was ever attracted to her. "Just stay away from me," he warned. "And stay away from Y/N. Or next time, I'll hex the fuck out of you."

Belinda laughed. "You would never."

Fred's eyes went cold, and when he spoke, his voice was like subdued thunder, ominous and threatening. "Try me."

A half hour later, Fred apparated back into his and Y/N's flat and collapsed on the sofa. After his altercation with Belinda, he didn't feel much like partying anymore.

About ten minutes later, a loud pop sounded next to him. "Hey lovey. What are you doing home so early?" Y/N's soft voice brought a smile to his face.

"Long story," Fred sat up and patted the cushion beside him. "How bad was the paperwork fucked up?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and flopped down next to him. "It was 17 levels of stupid. Maven was supposed to be on call tonight, not me. And somebody left a scroll open in the - " Y/N paused. "Wait. How did you know about the paperwork?"

Fred chuckled. "Part of my long story," he put his arm around her, pulling her closer. "I'm starving. What do you say we order in pizza, and you can tell me about your night, and I'll tell you about mine?"

Y/N smiled up at him. "Sounds perfect."

~•~

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sashaforthewin · 2 years

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You guys have no idea how much it breaks my goddamned heart that I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston didn't come out til '87 and the Stranger Things fic I'm working on is set in '86 because I stg, that would be Steve's vecna song. Listen to it and tell me you don't want to get up and dance around, come on, man.

#steddie #damn it whitney why

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yelenasdiary · 8 months

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Can i please request a flufftober fic where kate has planned out a nerdy date for reader? Comic shops and maybe a cute japanese bakery or retro arcade? Some friendly competition with some of the arcade games and some crazy fluff? Kate x fem!reader please. I love your writing so much :) thank you for considering

But I Didn't Win?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: Kate finally asks you out on the perfect date!

Warnings: None, all Fluff! | 1.3K

AC:I missed Kate so much!! I hope you enjoy this!! x

October Special Masterlist

Kate was more than nervous as she approached your door, 15 minutes earlier than she told you she'd be here to pick you up. Her palms were sweaty and her mind running with "please let this be the perfect day!". It took a lot of confidence for the archer to finally ask you out, after learning just how much you loved Japanese food and comics, she planned the perfect date.

A loud knock on your door alerted you that your date was early but you expected that and you thought it was rather sweet. You opened the door and smiled, "you're early" you greeted the brunette.

"I'm sorry, if you're not ready, I am happy to wait" Kate replied trying her best to kind her nerves. "Oh no, I'm ready, lets go!" you smiled, grabbing your purse and pulling the door closed behind you. Kate's growing smile made you blush at just how adorable she was, it was no secret that you both had had an eye on each other but of course you were both too nervous to act on it.

"What's the plan bishop?" you asked, linking your arm around Kate's. She blushed but acted normal, "I thought we could go to the arcade first then to this bakery I know of, I think you'll like it! Then after that, if you aren't bored of me yet, I thought we could go to the comic book shop" Kate replied with confidence. You chuckled, "I doubt I'll get bored of you Katie! But I do hope you're not a sore loser because I am going to kick your butt at these arcade games" you teased.

"Wanna bet on it?" Kate looked at you with a raised brow.

"Of course! If I win, you have to win the giant Lucario plushie that I've been saving my tickets for!" you replied with a playful smirk!

"Deal! And if I win, I get to take you on another date on Friday night" Kate said with a boost of confidence in her tone.

"Deal!" you shook her hand gently, trying to hide the fact you were blushing.

The arcade was one of your favorite places to go, Kate was more into playing video games online than coming to an arcade, but this wasn't the first time you both spent a few hours here. Playing a couple of rounds of hoops first, of course Kate won at that game, and she was sure to boost her win!

Next was a ride on motorcycle racing game, which to the proud smile on your face, you won! You had the advantage of Kate being somebody who walked around the city rather than driving. Then it was off for a couple of rounds at the air hockey table, it was a close game full of giggles and playful insults, but you won at that by 1 point.

The afternoon followed with a one-on-one match on Street Fighter, an army shooting game, taking in turns on Pac-Man, playing multiple other games before ending the friendly competition with Dance Dance Revolution. Unfortunately for Kate, she lost, making you the winner of the bid.

"You look a little too happy with that Lucario plushie" Kate playfully rolled her eyes as you teasingly snuggled the large stuffed toy while walking to the next stop on your date. Kate didn't even get close to enough tickets to win the plushie, so you kindly donated your saved tickets and the ones you had won today. "Look at him! He's adorable!" You pouted at her before snuggling into him a little harder. Kate chuckled, shaking her head, "I hope you're hungry because we're here!" she replied.

"Oh my god!" you gasp, "I've heard of this place online but I haven't had a chance to check it out!" you added with a smile. The small traditional Japanese bakery just opened up a few months ago and you've been dying to try the delicious foods that you saw advertised on their Instagram page.

"I remember you talking to Yelena about it" Kate smiled softly, "I booked us a table" she added.

"A table, at a bakery?" you cocked a brow, your cheeks red with blush. You found it adorable that Kate had booked a table for you both even though booking wasn't necessary.

"Well I really didn't want to bring you here and it be too busy so I wanted to be sure you could really enjoy yourself" Kate explained, hiding her own blushing cheeks with a smile.

"That was pretty smart thinking! I'm starving!"

Kate chuckled before opening the door for you, "after you" she gestured with her hand for you to go walk in first.

The bakery welcomed you with the smell of freshly baked goods and the smiles of the workers as they greeted you and walked you to the booked table Kate made. "All of this looks amazing!" Your eyes scanned the menu unsure of what you wanted to try.

"Order whatever you like, don't be scared" Kate looked up from the menu at you, "I'm paying" she added. "Oh Katie! No!! You already paid for all the games we played!" you replied, shaking your head. Kate ignored your reply and looked back down at the menu, not taking no for an answer.

"Fine, but you find any comics at the comic store, I am buying them for you!" you cocked a brow at her once more before your eyes went back down onto the menu. Silence was shared between you both as you looked over what you wanted to eat, after a few moments you finally settled on three different things to try and so did Kate.

After the bakery, both you and Kate wandered to the comic bookstore only a few blocks away with your stomachs full and red blushing cheeks, slightly to scared to reach for each other's hand. "Thank you for lunch Katie!" you broke the shortly lived silence between the two of you. Kate turned to you and smiled softly, "it's nothing" she replied.

Once at the comic book store, you couldn't help but really take notice of the type of comics that Kate was picking up, which ones she carried around the store with her and the ones she silently hummed and arred at before putting it back.

"Look Katie! It's you!" You held up at comic with an illustration of Kate on the cover, "I'm getting this one!" you added with a cheeky smile on your lips. Kate just chuckled and shook her head before making her way to the counter to pay. "Hey!" you playfully slapped her hand away from her purse as she went to pull out her bank card, "I said I was paying" you reminded her, your hand reaching for your purse.

The date went even longer after the visit to the comic book store, Kate took you for a walk through central park, stopping for ice cream before walking you home. "Do you want to stay and watch a movie or something?" you asked as the two of you came to a stop at your apartment door. "I would love too but I have to get home to Lucky, it's dinner time for him" Kate replied with another playful eyeroll.

"Well, in the case" you paused, smiling softly as you took a step closer to Kate, dropping your new plushie to the floor. "Thank you for today, I had a really lovely time" you added, your eyes dropping to her lips. You gently ran your tongue over your lips before slowly pressing them against Kate's, kissing her softly but deeply. The dark haired girl kissed you back without hesitation, her hands found your hips and pulled you closer into her. You smiled against her lips, "I'll see you Friday, right?" you asked as you pulled away.

"But I didn't win?" Kate questioned with a slightly confused look.

"To me you did" you smiled softly at the blue eyed girl before unlocking your front door, "I'll see you Friday at 7 then" Kate replied, trying to hide her growing smile.

#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #hawkeye #flufftober

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