#do yourselves a favour and read this fic

[cinnamoodles]

what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever. 

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !

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[underoossss]

Dress - S.H

paring: steve harrington x f!reader

MODERN STEVE AU

warnings: minors dni!!!! this is rated M and it’s for 18+ ONLY, if you don’t have your age specified in your blog and interact I’ll block u bc this isn’t for you. (rated this mature so check your settings in case you can't read it).

an: *posts this and disappears* it’s the first time I’m writing something like this. It’s set in the modern day, and inspired by dress by t swift. There’s no plot? I mean there is bc it’s a friends to lovers getting together fic. But it’s also not a complete smut piece? I’m just playing around with the genre here and I hope you like it.

Masterlist

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The sound of high heels clicking on concrete follows you home, four pairs of high heels to be exact. Your group of friends consisting on Nancy, Robin and Mae had agreed on a girls night out to a fancy restaurant tonight, and after a fun night the four of you now walk back to your apartment to wind down for a bit. The wind has a bite to it, but none of you wear jackets. Instead you brave the wind until you see your apartment building in the distance. It was a fun time for everyone tonight, the food had been great, the conversation fun an entertaining and after weeks of not managing to make your schedules work, having a night for yourselves was needed. You’d even refused to make plans with Steve, your best friend, in favour of going out with them. In retrospect though, it was the best thing you could do as you needed some space from him. He’s been on holiday for a few months, with lots of free time which means the two of you spend a lot of time together. Hanging out with him more often than usual has made your feelings for him —the ones you’ve harboured for years— come to the surface and simmer under your skin every time he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his. Yes, space is exactly what you need.

The four of you are all a bit more carefree after two cocktails each, not drunk or tipsy, but happier. The carpeted floor of the hallway swallows the clicking of your heels as all of you walk out of your building’s elevator on the fifth floor and wait outside your door. You fish your keys out of your clutch and unlock it, gesturing everyone to go in first before you lock the door behind you and follow them. Robin immediately goes to the kitchen to plug in her phone to your charger and connects her Spotify to your Bluetooth speaker. Soon enough a carefully curated playlist of all your favourite songs begins to play, making all of you start to sing along. Your voices remain relatively quiet though, not as loud as they would be if you were driving in your car; the last thing you need is a noise complaint from the building. Besides, it’s late and you’re sure most of your neighbours are asleep. All of you dance around and sing, feeling safer and more carefree doing so in your living room than at a dark night club where any pervert can ruin your night.

Your mind goes to Steve despite you trying to distance your thoughts from him, as you sing along to the music. If he was yours, your boyfriend, you could go out with him and experience a night club for the first time without any fear; knowing he’s there and that the only hands that’d be on your body would be his as the two of you danced. As if conjured by your thoughts the song that Robin played ends and a very familiar one starts.

“YOUR SONG!” Robin says loudly and your friends laugh while trying to shush her. “Come on you gotta sing it, the stage is yours.”

“Okay. Okay.” You laugh as she presents you with the TV remote as if it’s a microphone. You clear your through agreeing to sing the song to indulge her. It doesn’t hurt though, that it’s your favourite and the object of your affections immediately comes to mind.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this.

You don’t sing too loudly and mostly stick to mouthing the lyrics as the melody picks up momentum. It is only when the chorus starts that you sing, emotion thick in your voice, and your friends join you.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off.

A carefree laugh escapes you as your friends cheer, knowing fully well who you’re thinking about. They’ve known about your feelings for Steve since the moment they started, always urging you to take a chance which you’re always against.

“Did you?” Nancy asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You know exactly what she’s asking.

You laugh and blush as you nod. The little black dress you wear was bought on a whim one day. You’d been trying on clothes for another work event but decided to buy a dress for a night out too. You’d felt good in it and honestly, you’d looked hot. Standing in front of the mirror tonight, the image of you and Steve hand in hand going to dinner together was also so clear in your mind. His jacket over your shoulders as you walk out of the restaurant, and his hands on your body the minute he closed the door to your apartment. You know it would never, happen but every time you wear it you can’t help but go back to the same daydream and wish it could be true. It’s not that you’re only thirsty for him. No, this thing you feel for Steve didn’t start as something physical. You’d fallen in love head over heels, with no way of ever falling back out of love, and then he’d begun to invade your dreams and your thoughts. The softest ones and the more sinful ones too.

“You look hot, that dingus would take it off if he had the guts to!” Robin tells you, unplugging her phone and holding it in front of you.

Mae the voice of reason speaks up. “Post it to close friends Robin. We don’t want anyone else to see this!”

“Yeah, Steve would kill you.” Nancy says to Robin, gesturing towards you. “This is too much.”

You laugh. As if Steve would care, you think. You’re pretty sure you’re friend zoned for life.

Indulging your friends you sing the chorus again, looking at Robin’s phone knowing her close friends are just the people in the room with you. Your hands go over the material of your dress and you smile while you sing, thinking about Steve. It makes your friends laugh and cheer for you.

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off.

“Tell him!!” Robin yells as your friends cheer you on, it makes you laugh again.

You entertain the idea, telling Steve and coming clean about your feelings. What would he do? What would he say? Would he feel the same way? No, there’s no way. He hasn’t shown romantic interest in you. He’s gentle and loving in a way a best friend is; considerate and mindful of your feelings. He supports your interests just as you support his, he’s affectionate and kind, but that’s where it ends. It’s friendship, that’s all. Besides you love Steve too much, there’s no way you’re risking it by telling him about your feelings.

The song ends shortly after that and new one starts immediately after. It’s enough to get all of you to dance and forget the previous song, and the feelings it brought back to the surface. With your friends all a little buzzed, it’s easy to sing and dance without a care; taking turns to hold the TV remote as a microphone while you do. That is, until Robin speaks up a few minutes later.

“Fuck.” She curses loudly, her phone clutched in her hands. All of you stop your singing to look at her.

“What happened?” You ask, dread settling on your stomach. The look on her face tells you is nothing good.

“Don’t kill me, but I posted it to my story by accident!” Robin grimaces, “Not to my close friends.”

“DELETE IT! DELETE IT!” Mae yells at Robin while you panic. It’s not been long, no one must have seen it, it’s late anyways.

“Delete it now, please.” You tell her, hovering over her shoulder to see her do it. But not before recognizing Steve’s icon at the bottom of the screen. Steve saw it.

“No way.” You whisper. Fuck, why did he have to see it?

There’s no way he’ll know it’s about him right? Right? But you mind still reels with what just happened. Did you just ruin everything, between both of you. Did a mistake like that just cost you your friendship with Steve? How are you going to face him now. He’s never ever seen you like that and for good reason, because it would always be about him.

Mae’s hands hold your shoulders, urging you to stop your pacing. “Calm down, breathe!”

“There, it’s gone. I just deleted it.” Robin says, throwing her phone to the other side of the couch for good measure.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you take a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“He won’t know it was about him.” Nancy reassures you with a smile. “Worst case scenario, he’ll just think you have a crush on someone.”

“Do you really think so?” You worry, worrying your lip with your teeth. “What if he never talks to me again because of this?”

“There’s no way,” Mae reassures you. “Your friendship is too important to both of you for him to throw it away, and if he does then screw him.”

“Oh she wants to,” Robin says from the couch and suddenly all tension leaves you as all of you laugh. “Come on, you guys have to help me with my drama.” She urges between laughs.

An hour later the girls all leave together and you’re alone in your apartment. You check their shared location and confirm they’re on their right way home before you begin to put the trash from the living room away. The apartment is quiet, only your footsteps and the sound of sealing snack bags back up can be heard. You’re actively trying to forget about the fact that Steve saw you singing Dress –your real favourite song not the one you’ve told him is your favourite– in such an uninhibited way. You can’t even be mad a Robin for what she did, she’s one of your best friends. Besides, it was only a mistake and you’re sure nothing will happen because of it. Everything will be okay. Right?

The doorbell ringing brings you out of your thoughts and you frown. It’s nearly 1am and you know it’s not your friends who’ve turned back around; they’re too far away to have returned so fast. After walking to the door, you look through the peephole and spot no one other than Steve standing outside.

“Stevie?” You open the door, confused beyond words, heart thrumming loudly on your chest.

“Hey babe. You look pretty.” His eyes are soft, like they always are when he looks at you. He’s like a dream in front of you in light washed jeans, a plain white t-shirt and nikes. His hair looks soft, forming perfect brown waves that shine in the dim light of your apartment. Your hands itch to touch it and see if it’s as soft as it looks.

“It’s 1am what are you doing here?” You step back and let him in, ignoring the compliment so you don’t blurt out something you shouldn’t. Like ‘you’re absolutely gorgeous’. “Is something wrong?”

“No not at all.” He shakes his head, “I just missed you.”

“You missed me?” You raise your eyebrows. “You saw me this morning.

“I know I just…” Steve begins but he stops talking. His eyes look away from yours and he walks towards the kitchen instead, hands going to his hair.

“What?” You prod, confused by his whole demeanour. He looks nervous and you can’t imagine why, you hope it’s nothing bad. “Stevie, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I saw Robin’s story.” He says looking down at the ground.

Perfect. Now you need the ground to swallow you whole. What is he doing here? Telling you you can’t be friends anymore?

“Oh.” Is all you can manage to say, you lean back against the kitchen counter and will your hands to stop shaking with nerves.

Steve’s eyes leave the floor and move to yours, knocking the air from your lungs with their intensity. He nods and takes a step closer to you. “I saw you singing and dancing.”

You nod and look away. “Yeah, I love that song and Robin accidentally posted that to her story instead of close friends.”

Steve moves and stands in front of you; his eyes scan your face as emotion dances in them while he looks into your own. “Who was it about?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You tell him, trying your best to act clueless.

“Robin said ‘Tell him’ Who?” Steve asks.

“So you came to my apartment to make fun of me?” You ask, eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Do you want to know so you can make fun of me, Steve?”

“Babe, come on, you know I would never make fun of you.” He tells you seriously.

“Then why do you even want to know?” You huff.

Steve takes one of your hands, an electric shock hitting both of you at once when he does —they’re so much bigger than yours and warm, you wish he’d never let it go. “Because I wanted it to be me.” He whispers, his face shifting closer to yours so you can hear him. “You can tell me, if it’s me.”

You shake your head, heart beating out of your chest. Tears begin to sting your eyes but you will them to go away. You’re thrilled by his confession, wanting nothing more for it to be true, but is it right? Should you tell him? “What if I lose you?”

Steve’s hand lets go of your and goes to your cheek instead, then his forehead presses against yours when he speaks. “You won’t. I want it to be me because I don’t want you like a best friend either. I want everything with you.”

You sigh when he brushes his nose against yours; your heart leaves it’s place in the middle of your chest and joins your stomach for a second before returning to its place. “What’s everything?”

Steve smiles and places a kiss on your cheek. “Your best friend, your boyfriend; I want to hold your hand, but I also really want to touch you everywhere. I want to be yours.” His lips drag against your skin as he speaks, voice hushed like a confession. “I’ve been in love with you for years and you’ve never noticed.”

You lean back and look into his eyes, there’s longing and love and lust, all blending into a darker brown than his usual soft gaze. Could it be true that he’s felt the same way all this time? Were the things you accredited to friendship actually his feelings for you revealing themselves. “Tell me, now.” You whisper looking at him with all the longing you feel.

You see him swallow hard, the hand on your cheek rubbing softly at the skin. A single lock of hair falls on his forehead as he looks down at you. “I love you, and I can see now you’ve felt the same way too.”

You nod, feeling dizzy from his words. There’s a happiness coursing through you that brings a smile to your face so big it hurts your cheeks. “Yes, I love you. Yes, the song was about you.”

Your words are whispered between the two of you as the distance begins to close. The joy and the excitement of having the man of your dreams in front of you confessing his love for you makes your body thrum with energy. Energy that grows and grows into a tension between the two of you that makes Steve close his eyes for a moment.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, his hand moving up your thigh to feel the material of your dress; it lights your skin on fire.

Your breath catches on your throat and you swallow hard to get your voice back. “Yes.” You tell him as your hands go to his hair, it’s softer than you imagined. “You already know I want you to.”

Steve’s lips are on yours a second later and you can’t help the sigh that escapes you when he does. His lips caress yours softly but firmly enough for you to know this is really happening. Steve’s hand on your cheek angles your face just right as he kisses you, giving him the perfect angle to tease your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. He opens you up to him, intoxicating you with the taste of him, the heat radiating from his body, everything. His lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw. His breath causes shivers to go down your spine, and his lips leave open mouthed kisses along your skin.

“Did you really buy this dress for me?” He whispers by your ear, his hands going to your hips and helping you on the counter. “Hmm?”

You nod and give him a breathy Yes when the tip of his tongue teases your earlobe. “But I never thought you’d see it.” You confess.

“I’m glad I did.” He pulls back and looks into your eyes, they’re loving, sincere, and dark with want. He shakes his head, “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

You pull him closer again, capturing his lips in a firmer kiss, a needier one. Years of pent-up frustration rising to the surface, your body wanting more, and more, and more. Your hands move under his tshirt and explore his back as Steve kisses you deeply, pulling back when you need to catch your breath; the tip of his nose moves up the side of yours before his lips are on yours again, teeth scraping at the soft skin. His hands move from your waist to the front of your dress, his thumbs go over your nipples which makes you arch into him.

“Come on,” Steve rasps when you try to pull yourself closer to him, "Bed.”

He guides your legs around his waist and proceeds to carry you to the bedroom, laughing with you when he trips by the doorway. He turns on your lamp on his way, bathing the room in warm light, then after checking that the blinds are closed, he lowers you gently on the bed. He soon follows, settling over you, one arm holding his weight away from you and his free hand skimming up your inner thigh.

“Stevie.” You whisper, melting at the sight of his adoring eyes; he looks at you like he’s in disbelief of having you underneath him, loving him like crazy. You smile, “Kiss me.”

Steve leans down again, pink lips capturing yours once more before his hand moves under the hem of your dress.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you again and grazing his teeth against the bottom one. He cups you over your underwear as he speaks. “How I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about the two of us together. Making you this wet.”

You drag your nails over his scalp and scratch lightly before you fist his hair in your hands. “That makes two of us.”

You barely get the words out, before his fingers find your underwear and push it to the side pulling a moan from your lips. His fingers work between your legs and Steve curses when he notices how aroused you are. He continues dragging out sighs and whimpers out of you as bliss washes over your body. You never thought being touched by him would feel so good, especially when his fingers slide inside and your hips rise to meet his strokes.

“That’s it, baby; you’re making the prettiest sounds.” His voice is gravely next to your ear. “Tell me how it feels, babygirl.”

You keen under his touch and praise, feeling hot all over as your body tingles with need. Your hands find Steve’s face, dragging him away from your neck to kiss his lips again. You moan his name and bite his bottom lip when he touches you just right. Throwing all sense out the window you whisper his name again, begging him to touch you.

He smiles, you can feel it against your lips. “I’m touching you, baby.”

You shake your head and urge him to look into your eyes again. “No, I need you to touch me everywhere. Please.”

You can’t even be embarrassed with how needy you’re for him. You’ve never felt embarrassed with Steve before, always free to be yourself, so you’re not starting now. He’s your best friend, he knows you and can read you like a book. He knows you so well that he nods, understanding what you mean, what you want, his body bare over yours.

“You don’t have to beg. Whatever you want from me is yours.”

Pulling away from you and taking his fingers away from underneath you dress, Steve leans back on his knees and takes his t-shirt off. Next are his jeans which leaves him only in a pair of grey boxer briefs that leave very little to the imagination. They sit low on his hips, and you can clearly see the outline of him underneath the cotton. The waistband rests just below his hipbones, revealing a patch of hair that trails down and hides underneath the waistband. You’ve seen him shirtless before; when he wears you favourite pair of swimming trunks to the beach you have to talk yourself out of staring at him for so long, staring there no less. But now you can look at him, all of him, with no shame and you have to bite your lip to control yourself in front of the man kneeling between your legs. His strong body is on display for you; strong and arms and his broad shoulders you want him to cover yours with. Dark chest hair and tummy covered in freckles, making your mouth water. You want all of him. You push up to your left hand and drag your right thumb over a particular freckle, you can’t wait for the moment you can taste it. Your lustful gaze makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat, even more so when you look up at him.

“More.” You say simply, pulling at the elastic of his briefs as a hint.

Steve smiles and shakes his head with a curse. “You’re the one wearing more clothes now, you know.”

“Take them off then.” You challenge with the raise of an eyebrow, trying to be demanding and in control of the situation but failing.

Steve doesn’t let you take control; it disappears when he begins to pull your dress upwards as carefully as opening a present. A sound escapes him when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, but you can’t see his face when he does because the dress goes over your head in that moment before it falls to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“Fuck. Do you know how hot you are?” Steve curses. Your body burns again from his lustful gaze that roams it, and the sheer need to feel him close to you. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath through his nose, then shakes his head and looks at you again. “I knew I loved your body, but this? You’re beautiful beyond my dreams.”

You look away from his adoring gaze, trying to keep your face from burning at his words. Which is impossible, and pointless considering they way you’ve touched and kissed him just now. Your body moves as you switch your position on the bed, kneeling in front of him to mirror him. His bare chest almost touching yours; all of you and all of him naked safe for your underwear. You look into his eyes as your hands roam up his chest, right hand staying on his cheek as you lean closer to his lips.

“You’re a work of art, Steve.” You whisper and lean in to kiss him slowly as your other hand runs down his chest to touch him through the cotton of his briefs. You don’t have to say please, he’d said so you touch him instead to let him know what you want.

You swallow Steve’s groan with your lips when he kisses you again. He drags them along your jaw and nips at your skin as he lays you back on the bed, soothing each little bite with his tongue. He pushes your thighs apart and settles between your legs, grunting when he looks for friction between the two of you and you push upwards to meet him. He grinds his heavy cock against your aching cunt and both your mouths fall slack against each other as you moan —same breathe mingling until it’s one. He's right there where you want him, have wanted him, for so long. It takes a moment for you to recover enough from the sensation and focus back on Steve, but when you do your lips find each other again. Despite the clear need between the two of you though, the kiss remains slow; gentle but full of the fire growing within both of you. There’s no rush now, as love gains the upper hand on lust –each brush of lips conveys 3 words, and each grind of your hips makes you gasp. Steve’s hands are all over your body; your arms, the side of your waist, your legs, your stomach, your breasts, your face. There’s no place untouched, and it satisfies the burning sensation under your skin. Another moan escapes you and it’s swallowed up Steve’s hungry mouth, which now knows the way you like to be kissed and leaves you breathless. He whispers his praise against them, making you arch into him with every filthy word.

You pull away from his lips and grab his face to look at him in the eyes; brown turned black by his blown pupils. “I’m still struggling to believe this is real.”

Steve smiles at you, the adoring way he’s always done. “It is real; we have all night for you to believe it.” His hands move to pull down your underwear in juxtaposition to his sweetness. He tosses them aside before he moves away from you, crawling down your body and settling his face between your thighs

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[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Jeff the Space Shark

Summary: Through a series of chaotic events, Jeff meets Cosmo the space dog; they proceed to cause more chaos together.

Word Count: 2446 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: None A/N: happy birthday to @sunsetscarlett :)) here's the Jeff and Cosmo fic as promised and I hope you like it!! and to everyone else, hope you enjoy the fic and let me know what you think! :)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

Incessant buzzing of your watch drew you from the depths of sleep, forcing you to open your eyes and adjust to the darkness. Natasha stirred beside you. 

Tapping the watch screen bathed the room in a pale light; you had to flinch away while your eyes adjusted, but you were finally able to read the message.

In the dark, your arm jumped around until it hit something solid; the groan that followed indicated it was Natasha. 

"We have to get up," you mumbled, sleep still laced in your voice. You felt her shift beneath your hand, then the room lit up again, under the flow of Natasha's watch this time.

"I want a day off," she sighed, but then flicked the bedside light on regardless. The two of you prepared for work, because despite what either of you wanted, the world didn't wait, so you couldn't either.

"Is Yelena coming?"

"Couldn't see her on the list"

Natasha nodded. She shuffled in the wardrobe for your mission bags, while you let yourself into the room next door to nudge the sleeping shark. He shifted atop the covers, but ultimately stayed asleep. You nudged him again.

"Mrrrr," Jeff said with a yawn. His arms sleepily reached out and grabbed onto your departing hand, pulling you near.

Relenting, and apologetic for disturbing his sleep, you scooped him up with your other hand, grabbed his stuffed toy, and carried him to the car while he dozed on your shoulder.

Natasha was already waiting; your bag and hers were thrown into the boot, while Jeff's pre-packed travel kit lay on the back seats, beside his car seat. You set him down gently, using his plush shark to replace the comfort of your arm, then strapped him in safely. The car was set after that, and you began the quick journey to Yelena's house, dropping Jeff and his belongings off with many thanks and apologies to the blonde, before continuing on to the Compound.

Avengers in various states of wakefulness gathered around Fury in the conference room as the mission briefing was delivered. It would be a fight right from the offset, no retrieval or espionage, just a simple fight…in space.

"Do we need to bring lightsabers?" Tony scoffed, though you imagined he already has a stash ready for the occasion.

"Bring whatever you've got," Fury warned, "Carol's requested help for this one. Carol. I mean no offence but she could take any of you,"

"I'm a little offended by that,"

"Deal with it, Stark. If she needs help, you better bring all the fight you can. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. The quinjet is already programmed; Hill will give you more information when you're up there. So get to it!"

At the man's orders, your team filtered out, spacesuits were handed out to those who needed them, then you strapped yourselves in. Natasha took the seat next to yours, the ones which had practically become your designated seats on this modified jet. She squeezed your hand with hers as the space launch began. You hoped Jeff would be okay.

Maria had given you more information while on the journey to space, yet Carol insisted on another mission briefing after you’d arrived on the spaceship. No matter how interesting her speech was, the whole team had still been roused from sleep and subjected to three briefs on the same topic; all she got in response were vacant eyes and scattered yawns.

That changed when the doors slammed open, everyone lost interest in Carol, in favour of turning to watch the newcomers waltz in. You recognised all the heroes, the ones who had chosen not to become Avengers, despite their capability for it, but most importantly, your eyes were drawn to the blonde leading the group.

"Yelena?!" Natasha exclaimed first.

The younger Widow turned her head toward Natasha and broke into a toothy smile, "сестра! I was invited too!"

"What did you do with Jeff?!"

Yelena jolted at her sister's unwelcome greeting, frowning slightly before she held her hands up with the goal of calming Natasha down.

Still without a word spoken, Yelena shrugged her backpack off her shoulder, unzipped it, then tipped it upside down, causing your favourite land shark to tumble out.

It was your turn to clamour now, while Natasha surged forward to check Jeff was okay. "You brought Jeff to SPACE??"

"Well what was I supposed to do with him?"

You looked beyond the shrugging assassin to see your own Black Widow on the floor smiling as Jeff cooed and ran circles around her, his tail wagging so hard it moved his back end with it. He was unaffected by the whole situation, something Yelena should be very grateful for.

"Not bring him to space?" You sighed. "What did you do with Fanny?"

"Oh, she is with my neighbour!"

"And you couldn't have done the same with Jeff?" The land shark scrambled over to you now, and your intimidating stance on Yelena was ruined by your need to crouch down and give Jeff the head scratches he was after. It was worth it; you knew Yelena wouldn't be the slightest bit scared of you no matter how you stood.

“Oh yes, let me think,” Yelena mused, “hello neighbour who does not know I am Avenger. As well as my dog, can you also watch this special, one-of-a-kind land shark?” She rolled her eyes. “You think that would be a good idea?”

Natasha got to her feet, ready to chastise her sister for her tone, when the doors burst open again, a new group of heroes entering the room.

"How many ships have they sent up here?" you muttered.

"And are we gonna have to sit through another briefing?" Tony asked.

"Who even are they?"

"The Guardians of the Galaxy have arrived!" came the announcement of the one who seemed to be the leader. 

"Ha! they brought a dog! see? I was not so silly bringing Jeff up here!"

"Cosmo is powerful member of team." The dog growled, for some reason in a strong Russian accent.

"Is that dog Russian?"

"Cosmo is from Soviet Union!" 

"Oh wow, it's like Yelena in dog form." Natasha laughed, but her comment went unheard by her sister, because she was already crouching in front of the Russian dog, littering her with questions including, but not limited to "how did you get here?" and "can I give you head scratches?"

Before you knew it, Jeff had approached the dog too and the rest of the Guardians were groaning at the lack of appreciation for the rest of the team.

Cosmo swung around to face Jeff, her stance changing to crouched legs, raised hackles, and a motionless tail. "Identify yourself, shark," she growled.

Jeff, meanwhile, dropped his back legs to sit on the floor, his tail sweeping the area around him while his tongue lolled out his mouth. "Mrrrr."

Cosmo paused. Her tail raised ever so slightly as she cocked her head to the side. "говорить по-русски?" (speak Russian?)

"Mrrrr."

You started blankly at the two. Jeff was speaking Russian; you know because you could translate it from land shark…but not from Russian back to English. Natasha and Yelena, however, expressed a different sentiment. They both looked in shock at your land shark, before turning to each other, then finally settling on you.

"You never said he spoke Russian?" Natasha questioned.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of the confession you would now have to make. "He doesn't usually speak it," you said, your voice trailing into a murmur by the end, "he just…translates it."

"Jeff, Вы понимаете меня?" (do you understand me?)

"mrr"

"He says yes," you and Cosmo translated at the same time. He'd said it in Russian again, but you could translate that much at least.

"He's been helping me learn," you told Nat sheepishly, "you're more romantic in your native language, when you think I don't understand, and I'm about to marry into a Russian family so I didn't want to rely solely on Jeff to translate."

Natasha froze, her mind returning to the nights she'd spent in bed with you, while Jeff was curled asleep in the corner. She thought of all her sleepy ramblings to you in Russian and how Jeff would purr and you'd cuddle closer. She'd assumed it was a coincidence, and that Jeff was just sighing in his sleep. But now she knew, it was her turn to blush.

"Ah Natasha, Natasha, what have you been saying?" Yelena laughed in a fake scolding. Then the blonde left you to it, much preferring to talk with Jeff and Cosmo as they played.

"You could have asked me," your fiancée said softly, "I'd help you learn."

"I know you would, my love, but that's not the point of a secret, is it? Besides, your mother has been helping when I call her. And Yelena-"

"Yelena?!"

The younger Widow looked over again and shrugged at Natasha's open mouthed stare, accompanying it with a 'what can I say?' kind of smirk.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you reasoned and she smiled at you, taking your hand in hers before the team were called to focus and actually do the mission you were there for.

"We still don't know what we're doing about Jeff," Natasha called out, "is the ship safe to leave him here on his own?"

Carol grimaced. Jeff would be safe on the ship, yes, but was the ship safe from Jeff? She knew what the land shark could do when left unattended, and she also knew what Goose tends to do when she's on missions.

Before she could express those concerns though, she was saved by Cosmo speaking up. "I will take care of shark. We have lots of people. Not all necessary."

Jeff purred lowly, completely unaware of the relieved sighs released by everyone in the room. 

"Good dog, Cosmo," the raccoon praised.

You paused, wondering how all the animals on their team spoke English, and whether they could teach Jeff, before you added your own advice, "give him plenty of food; he gets hungry quickly."

As if on cue, Jeff's stomach grumbled as you ran to join the others. "Be good, Jeff!"

The shuttles launched from the base and carried the heroes onto their battlefield, leaving Cosmo and Jeff in the great hall on their own.

"Mrrrr," Jeff whined

"да (yes), they will be back." 

"Mrrrr."

Cosmo watched on as the land shark drooped. His head bowed first, then his whole body slumped until his face rested on the floor, buried mournfully between his hands.

The space dog reached out and hovered a paw over Jeff, unsure how to comfort him through this sudden onset of sadness. But then she remembered your advice.

"We can go to kitchen?" Cosmo offered.

Jeff perked up instantly. Before the word 'kitchen' was even finished, the land shark was back on his feet, hopping around for Cosmo to lead the way.

Cosmo wagged her tail with the success, then tilted her nose in a 'follow me' motion. Dog and land shark snuck through the ship, until they burst a door open to find the treasure they both sought. The delicious aroma of various foods – along with hints of the previous cooked meal – hit both of them with force, thanks to their heightened senses of smell. 

Though they had met just moments before, the two animals knew instantly what they had to do. Working together was not a problem when food was on the line.

Jeff balanced on Cosmo's head for extra height, and used his flexible digits to pull the cupboards open.

"I take over now."

Jeff hopped off and watched with a salivating mouth as Cosmo used telekinesis to float snacks and meats from the high shelves down to the ground. Once the feast was laid, both animals nodded, showing appreciation to the other for successful teamwork, before diving straight into the food.

You returned from the mission exhausted; it had been a long fight, but a successful one in the end, with nobody coming back with anything worse than a few scrapes and bruises.

As the group emerged from the shuttle, chatter soon began to fill the previously silent hall and echoed around the station.

Natasha noticed it before you did.

"Why was it so silent?" The conversations stopped; the group kept their eyes on Natasha's outstretched arms, and listened for the scuffles and purrs that one might expect when a land shark and dog are left alone. They heard nothing.

"Jeff?" the Avengers called.

"Cosmo?" the Guardians followed.

There was no reply, so you soon went searching. The group raided and checked every room and corner of the ship until- 

"Found them!"

Steve's voice led you all towards him, beside the kitchen door. You should have guessed.

You weren't sure what to say when you saw inside. Jeff was curled up happily on the floor, a look of contentment on his sleeping face, while Cosmo slept beside him, using his body as a pillow to rest her head.

Your immediate reaction was to coo at the scene (and some of the others did) but your eyes were next drawn to the litter of wrappers and packets and gnawed bones that scattered the area around them.

"I don't think they left us a single post-mission snack."

"Your shark is a bad influence on our dog!"

"How do we know your dog isn't the bad influence?"

"Well, let's not kid ourselves here-"

A low growl interrupted the argument as Cosmo sprang to her feet, instantly ready to defend the ship, until she noticed who the 'intruders' were.

"Did you both eat all the food?"

Cosmo's mood sank the moment those words were spoken. Though she had been excited to see the group return, her ears soon folded back, and her head bowed to look at the ground, only occasionally flicking her eyes up to see you all.

"Is Cosmo bad dog?" she asked, her voice so full of sadness that nobody could find it in themselves to agree.

"No, you are хорошая собака (good dog), Cosmo." Yelena stepped in. "You took care of Jeff and kept him happy! That is what we asked."

Cosmo preened, her mood changed immediately by the praise. Since the others had yet to agree, the space dog designated Yelena as her safe spot, moving to sit between the Widow's legs and resting her head against Yelena's knee. She hummed again when Yelena started to scratch around her ears.

"You come visit me if you come to Earth, okay? You have home at my place any time."

"The whole team, or-?"

"Just the dog."

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​ @wolferine (if anyone else wants to be added to this list, just give me a message)

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[velvetwyrme]

i eat up ur recs with a spoon and have almost gotten to the end of the list!!! do u have any other self insert recs? thank u! u have great taste

MWAH MWAH ILY !! THANK YOU and yes ofc I have more recs (not as many as last time, but it should still be a decent list to sink your teeth into <3)

Take care when reading, and always be sure to check the tags!

Same notation as last time, with STATUS of each fic labelled as such: Finished, Ongoing/Unfinished, Discontinued. (Unless the author specified that the fic is Discontinued or on Indefinite Hiatus, I will mark it as Ongoing/Unfinished. Oneshots are also marked as such.)

Spicy (Explicit) and/or Dark fics have also been labelled if relevant. (I won’t mark ones with just suggestive themes/moments, since I cant guarantee I’ll catch all of them. Similarly, unless there is consistent graphic death or gore I [probably] won’t mark it as dark.)

MULTICHAPTERS

As always, tread carefully while reading and take care of yourselves <3

Edit: Fixed a missing link or two!

These Masks We Wear - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

TIME LOOPS BABEY!!!! This reader is a delight from the get go because they have been stuck in a time loop and are... rather impulsive because of it, which lands them in a bit of a mess, because these strange, dangerous monsters have just emerged from the mountain. (I'm screaming and yelling at this fic very intensely)

Resisting the Current - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you haven't read this yet please do yourself a favour and read it. The premise was enough to get me irrevocably hooked (anti-harem but the gf is ALSO into you. ALSO SHE'S YOUR EX) and the writing is just FANTASTIC. I'm obsessed with the dialogue and description at every turn. Also, I would very much like to kiss Quinn please and thank you. The plot is beginning to set in now, and it's so good??? I have to cut this short or else I'll talk forever <3

ALSO the same author recently posted the first chapter of Wishbone which has me in a vice grip!!! AHH

Comic Classifieds - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

*kicks in the door* DID I HEAR... FAKE DATING? Very sweet VERY funny, with an extremely extraordinarily awkward reader. (Who is also "cute in an awkward, baby giraffe kind of way.") It's sooo good please please check it out.

Stolen with Friendship, Captured by Love - Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

2016... I still love this fic deeply <3 It's so SWEET and it reminds me of the good days of fic... Papyrus is. a Lot to deal with, but the reader takes it all in stride. He is SO full of energy and I want to sqUISH HIM.

Tough Choices, Tougher Consequences - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I loooooove stories where soldiers get thrust into awful political matters. After you are forcefully removed from the battlefield, the Emperor gifts you his finest gladiator- Papyrus. He intends for the monster to be a toy to you as much as you are a toy to him, but you can't accept that and quickly broker a deal with Papyrus for his freedom.

Already There - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: INCREDIBLY SAD AND GOOD]

BURSTS INTO TEARS. Like for real though I adore this fic, it will break you into a hundred million pieces. My beloved son!!!!!!! I can't believe I didn't add this one to my last list it's such an influential piece of my existence like genuinely

There is also a sequel! Which hasn't updated since 2018 BUT STILL IS REALLY GOOD. If you want a slightly less heartbreaking story, the author also has another Sans/Reader; A Tale of Dog and Monster which makes me want to cry but in a happy emotional way instead.

Here's to You, Doll - Mafia!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Ah... this one is very fun. You're a scientist who gets accidentally isekai'd into a Mafiatale universe and becomes stranded there. Unfortunately for you, Don Gaster and his brothers think you are a spy, so you're kinda stuck with them. Also Sans is kinda a little freak in this one at times (/appreciative)

Soul Collector - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

The reader (the Soul Collector) gets transported into another universe and has to stay with their alternate, who is the skeleton's terrible neighbour. You look just like her, of course, resulting in a lot of VERY confusing interactions. I wasn't expecting to, but I actually really like Meyer.

Consequences - Papyrus(?)/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Anti harem, but the reader gets mcfreaking MURDERED (and so does classic Papyrus?!) so now they are both Ghosts. Focus is currently more on platonic relationships and REVENGE but I'm enjoying the twist on the typical anti-harem structure!!

My Soulmate is a Pastel Goth (And Other Concerns) - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Edge is very cute in this and I also feel really bad for him, he's trying so hard but the MC will not give him the time of day ;w;!! I looove me a good tumultuous soulmate fic. (Note: this fic also features Fem!Frisk as Sans’ soulmate in the bg, so if you’re not a fan, that’s something to note ^^! Fr//ans isn’t quite my thing, but tbh I’m really interested in seeing how things turn out here!)

ERROR: Not Found - Error!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Error, gets obsessed with the reader and kidnaps them! It's slice of life, so don't expect TOO much hard hitting angst here, it's more about being woo'd by the strange stalkerish entity who knows everything about you <3

When Death isn't an Option - Horror!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

I'm a sucker for immortal readers, especially ones that get stuck in HORRORTALE of all places. This fic is very fun and plays in the Horrortale sandbox in a fun way- I'm enjoying it a ton so far :]!!!

Additionally... if you liked that or if you're like me and love immortal readers forced to make decisions of extremely dubious morality and sense because of their immortal nature, you should also check out Cadarverous and 𝚎𝚊t. which are both very dark and very compelling.

Babysitting with Extra Morbid Steps - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

So the first thing you need to know is: Papyrus is dead.

... WAIT WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT- this is a really brilliantly written fic about like. SO much fucked up shit happening. The reader is Sans' friend, who he has hired/tasked with guarding the various alternates he has. just straight up imprisoned(?!?!). I avoided this for a while because of the aforementioned Papyrus Being Dead thing, but HOT DAMN I'm glad I read it in the end. Delightfully horrifying, but it gets sweet I swear!!! I would say read the tags but those are Spoilery ;)!

Additional note; the comments section often has Really Interesting dissections of characters and their motivations, which if you're into that (like me) then you should read those too!

All You Knead is Loaf - Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

Super sweet, VERY punny fic that updated over the course of a month iirc. It's a cute food-centric Sans/Reader!

Like a moth to flame…or a lamp - Mothman Horror!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

BIG MOTHMAN HORROR!!! He's so sweet and sad this poor man. He has mistaken the reader for his mate and is trying to woo them again...

Those Times I Met His Brother - Sans/Reader - Finished

Essentially you befriend Papyrus and keep getting left with Sans, during which you grow closer. Love Papyrus' not-so-subtle attempts to get them together afjkdfjsf,,

Just Try and Help (Lil Old Hopeless Me) - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Skeleton reader! Very angy skeleton reader. They do not Want to be here (understandably, considering they were essentially kidnapped) but their former caretaker is gone, and they have nowhere to go.

Lovely House of Bones - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Six monsters get stranded in a snowstorm, and you help them not freeze to death by inviting them into the house you inherited. I'm really excited to see where this one goes :D!

Maybe In Time, You'll Want To Be Mine - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

More!! Soulmate stuff!!!! SOULMARKS BABEY!! Love it when there are misunderstandings! Love it when there are cuuuuute background character kiddos!! AUGH it's cute! And angsty! But cute!!

No Good Deed - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

You volunteer at a local homeless shelter where you meet a strange, less-than-friendly volunteer. Short and sweet!

Nothing but Skin and Bone - Horror!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

MORE Horrortale content! This one only finished last month or so- it goes from angsty to sweet/cute and it's real good!!

If you read that and want EVEN MORE sadness and gore, the author's other work Vivid Blood, Pale Scars (DARK) is very tragic and very fucked up because you get saddled the Horrorfell boys this time. MUCH Hurt and No Comfort!! All the endings hurt me in different ways and none of them are happy. LUCKILY(?) the spinoff/AU where the skelebros and reader from VBPS get pulled into a multiversal skeleton house; Blurred Lines, Opened Wounds has just started!! Surely nothing can go wrong. Surely.

The Princes' Bride - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

What if you got kidnapped by the king to marry his sons. "Why" is a good question. And an even MORE pressing question is: how do you get OUTTA here. (Papyrus is a sweetie, Sans is distrusting, and King Gaster is a mysterious weirdo who is a good dad and bad everything else.)

MorTificaTion - Bad Sanses/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Reader from Outertale gets yanked into Horrortale! They then have to masquerade as Sans' wife and Aliza's mother, all the while trying to just stay alive. Not to mention the other Sanses running around... really fun premise and I'm excited to see where it all goes >:0!! Also extra kudos to the name of the fic because YAY Murder Time Trio (MTT) mention!

So here's the plan... - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader/Underswap!Papyrus- Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

VERY CUTE!! Love them. Fake dating except there's a third conspirator involved. Each of them was also trying to set the other two up in a couple uwu. Chapter 1 is cute, and chapter 2 is spicy ;)!

Just a Cat - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

The reader is in fact, not just a cat. (He is a shapeshifter, and pretends to be a cat.) Shenanigans ensue.

An Apple a Day Keeps the Asshole Away - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Unhinged. When I say unhinged I mean it in the best possible way but it IS unhinged. They're all a bunch of little FREAKS. Please read it, if only to experience the absolute TERROR of Miss Bluebell and also Steve. What the hell (appreciative)

Honey Lemon Tea - ...?/Reader - Discontinued

RAGHHH I'm so sad this was discontinued :(( I loved the set up and the mystery so much... the author did leave an end note with how the plot would have played out though!

Shifting Morals - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

You go stargazing and have an encounter with a mysterious stranger :0c?! (It's Sans. He's a cool beasty guy, and he is very very sadly Entirely alone.)

Additionally, this fic was suddenly revived 5 years after posting the first chapter which I have immense respect for.

The Key To Freedom - Yandere Buttontale!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Yandere Papyrus! Not a common sight, but this fic does it particularly well. He mostly wants to eat your soul at first, but then he starts getting... attached. The bittersweet ending!!! AUGH.

Milky Tea and Souls - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

What if you could summon bitty versions of your soulmates!! And oh stars why are there so many- WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE KEEP APPEARING??? The reader has a handful of skeletons and more to deal with!

The House on Lane 66 - Various/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I feel like legally I have to include this (/lh /j). I finally finished it recently and went "WOAH..."

I stopped reading for a while (because of the length...) BUT I returned to it because I really really enjoy the world building (like holy SHIT!!!) but oh my god that sure is. a Million words now. It is TECHNICALLY finished, but that's only because the next part is in the works(?!?!?!)

Love Grows - Farmtale!Sans/Anomaly!Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

🎵 Love grows where my rosemary goes~

The reader doesn't have a physical body or a way to interact with the world while they watch over Saejun and the rest of the Farmtale characters. They inhabit a scarecrow to have some semblance of personhood, but they remain unable to talk...

Falling - Underswap!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

You are dying. You are dying and all of a sudden your dad is asking you to pick out a fucking slave of all things. The monster does not trust you (fair) and he thinks you are faking your illness for attention (less fair. what the fuck). Really interesting dynamics in this one!

Se Brûler - Grillby/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I reaaaally love this fic! Sweet fluff! Angst! THE DRAMA!!!!! AUAUUUUGH I have too much to say about it just go read it.

Early Bird Special - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

Old fic that's still updating!!!! Really interesting plot that just keeps getting More Dramatic as time goes on (in a good way). It's a Slavetale AU, in which the reader ends up joining the resistance after a few chance encounters. The author also has a spinoff fic with the same premise but featuring Underfell instead, which results in quiiiiite a lot changing.

nemesis & nike - Various Horrorbros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

The reader essentially starts off in a zombie apocalypse and then gets transported into an alternate universe where they initially think that the various skeletons they meet are zombies. Turns out they are not in fact, zombies, but like most of them still want to kill the reader so...

Rules to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes] [Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

More zombie apocalypse stuff! Except this time you're stuck there with a pair of weird skeletons! You give them nicknames so you don't get attached, but of course you end up getting attached anyway.

To My Horror - Horror!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Post-surfacing Horrortale fic where the skelebros get to go live their farming dreams. With you! Slice of life with a dash of intimidation and angst.

If you enjoyed the Horrortale/Farmtale fusion, you'll be glad to hear there's also...

The Skeleton Stalks - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Another Horror-farm-tale fusion which has just begun recently! You live on a farm and all of a sudden there is this Big Intelligent Dog hanging around. Eventually, your new neighbors are sent to check in on you and your Great(er) Dog, which leads to some sweet interactions.

The Ruse - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

This is a rework! I read the original fic while it was being originally posted and I ADORED it, and the rework is superb <3 Sans is the Captain of the Royal Guard, who must fight valiantly against the villanous Eclipse, who exists only to spread terror... and you're just some human chilling on the sidelines, posting treasonous Soriel posts on the Undernet.

I'm so so so excited for it to return auauusgfhfhdj THE ORIGINAL FIC IS GONE SO I CAN'T EVEN READ IT TO SATIATE ME...

Almost Alone - Swapfell!Papyrus/Male!Reader - Finished

I love the sleepy, slow atmosphere this fic has- it's so befitting of both SF!Pap and the MC in this. It's soft and sweet and melancholic auauuauauuughgh I LOVE IT... *bursts into tears again*!!!! Also, there is a side fic which follows different POVs throughout the story, which is similarly well written!

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ONESHOTS

Date night Purring - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

SUPER CUTE (and slightly suggestive)! Also Edge has a feminine body in this which is always fun. Booba <3

Scares and a Sudden Friendship - Horror!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Reader's shitty boyfriend leaves them behind in the haunted house in which HT!Sans is working as a scare actor. Sweet little meet cute! (Meet spook?)

Fallen Star - Underfell!Gaster/Reader - Oneshot

An ooooold fic but one that never fails to break my heart. Written from the perspective of UF!Gaster recording experiment logs about the newest fallen human.

Birdy -Mafiafell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

LET THE BIRD FUCK SHIT UP!! I love the way the Avian... siren(?) reader is characterised... there's also another oneshot in the same series which I enjoyed- love me some weird Creature Body Horror!!

I also really enjoyed the author's other fic: Moss & Mycelium, wherein the reader is a skeleton :]!!

Skeleton's Curiosity - FellswapGold!Skelebros/Reader - Oneshot

SUBNAUTICA AUUUUUUUUUUU YEAAHH BABEY!! I love mermaid AUs and I love Subnautica! Real cute!

Chance Encounter - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

ANOTHER SUBNAUTICA AU :D!! Except it's just UF!Pap this time <33 !!!

Leaving A Mark - Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The twist(?) made me laugh so hard I almost cried. It's VERY cute also.

Nice to Scare You - Various/Reader - Oneshot Series

A fun series of oneshots of the spookier variety! Or more Halloween-y at least. All very good <3

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MISC. / OTHER

The Escort - Lust!Sans/Reader || &Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Discussions of Explicit Content.]

No romance! (But lots of kind-of-onscreen fucking.) This fic feels like looking at a bunch of polaroids, seeing a snapshot of existence. Life out of context. And it works SO well. It makes me feel sad and existential and I really love it.

Rubble & Ramparts - (An R&R-Inspired AU Fic) - Various/OC || Various&OC - Ongoing/Unfinished

Not a reader insert, but it's like. An AU of a reader insert so I'm including it here!!! Rubble and Ramparts is of course, inspired by R&R (Rabble & Rampallians), which was on my previous list but is getting linked here again for ease of navigation

ALEXIS my beloved!!!!!!! I am in loooove with the way things are going in this fic. It's so COOL and Alexis is such a freaking DELIGHT. Also I just really love reading all the notes from the Cutting Room floor, which the author has kindly included in a separate fic for your reading pleasure!!

ALSO in writing this I also remembered there is Another Spinoff AU fic which IS a reader insert (that I'm enjoying)...

Perception & Patronage (An R&R Spinoff) - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Thank the stars I remembered this, it's really fun!! Also judging by the tags there is also plans for. not only Various Sanses/Reader, but also READER/READER, which is such an underrated thing I love it, but I digress. It's a really fun spin on a really fun fic <3

Teen Livin' - Various Skelebros & Reader + Frisk/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

Cute and sad! Platonic reader insert. The reader is a troubled teen who befriends Frisk, and gets to meet a bunch of skeletal guardians. The skeletons have a familial/friend's cool cousin vibe with the reader, which is really sweet! The fic is currently going through a Halloween Special which I'm enjoying quite a bit (Haunted dolls! Ghosts! Blood!! Still very sad :[...)

Something Good - Fellswap Gold!Papyrus/Reader(?) || /OC(s) - Ongoing/Unfinished

Technically not a reader insert since Coffee is the MC, but I can forgive it because I'm really really invested in this and I really adore the character dynamics so far <3 Coffee striking it out on his own is always a fun thing to explore, and I'm excited to see more!!

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I love writing up these rec lists- it's such a fun way for me to rediscover fics I've enjoyed, thank you for giving me another opportunity to reread some of my favourite fics and more importantly to share them with you! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did :D!!!

I'll probably leave it here for now or else I'll end up rereading fics forever lolol it's already like 3am I gotta sleep SOMETIME

#doozis fic recs #fic recs #fic rec list #others writing #anon #inbox #i did my best to make sure there were no overlaps between this list and my original one but no promises #there are however definitely some overlaps with my uf!pap fic recs lol #ALSO THERE IS *MORE* UF!PAP STUFF IN HERE #because i found more fics that i missed last time :( #if you're like. huh. a lot of these ones are ones that are newly updated youd be correct and thats because my memory is bad #so i gotta rely on email updated to Remember fics i like shdjgjfndnbg #why are there so many fics with Fucked Up Character Dynamics this round... #also a LOT of horrortale-adjacent fics. weird #THE AMOUNT OF DARKER FIC IN HERE IS ASTONISHING but also im not surprised one bit sbfjfbdjf its just. comparing it to my last list.

[godlizzza]

Inspired by the mershark Hoffman fic Maneater by Neyiea on Ao3. Go read it. Do yourselves a favour.

#sorry to be weird on main but this fic is the shit #need more creature feature hoffstrahm shit up in here #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw #fic rec

[archoniluthradanar]

After the Confrontation Part Two : Aro's confession to the Guard

After the Confrontation Part Two : Aro's confession to the Guard

This one-shot details how Aro feels about leaving the Cullens on the Field of Snow less than a week later. He, Marcus, and Caius all feel the Guard are entitled to know why the Cullens and their witnesses were left to go home unscathed.

Be sure to read "After the Confrontation" first. This is a mini sequel to that fic.

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Once everyone had returned to Italy and their castle home in Volterra, Felix and Demetri had changed from their battle dress, donning more leisurely clothing. They sat in the training room, neither wanting to say anything about the confrontation with the Olympic coven. They were soon joined by Jane and Alec who sat apart from the other two guards. They glanced at each other, but none of the four guards favoured most by Aro spoke.

Finally, Felix broke the silence. "Jane, what do you think of Master Aro's decision?

Jane looked at Felix, unused to being confronted by anyone, her gift terrifying to any vampire. Felix had already felt her power when he had once questioned her orders while they were in Seattle, America.

Before answering the tall guard, Jane looked over at Alec, her hand resting on his. Alec had always been there for her, supporting and praising her. He nodded at her, his fingers curling around his sister's.

Jane gazed at Felix, raising her chin in the air. "We could have easily defeated the Cullens and their witnesses."

"So you think Master Aro made the wrong decision?" Demetri wasn't sure how he felt, but if the battle had been stopped before it had started, there had to be a good reason. Alice Cullen had approached Aro and let him read her. A few minutes later, he had released her hand, his expression strange. What had he seen, Demetri wondered.

"I just wish Aro would tell us something," Felix murmured. "Anything."

One by one, the lower guards had joined their superiors, standing around the room, alone and silent, or in small groups whispering together.

"Maybe Master Aro knew we could defeat the Cullens, but didn't want to destroy his old friend," Afton suggested.

Chelsea reached over and smacked her mate. "Surely, my love, you don't feel Aro would let the law be flouted merely for friendship! Immortal children are too great a risk to our kind."

"What about the spoken rule, we give no second chances," Santiago remarked.

Heidi huffed. "What has the confrontation with the Cullens have to do with that? Master Aro believed them guilty of a crime. When he found out there was no crime, he still expected them to explain the child and any threat she might be. When he found there would be no threat, he let them all go. Master Aro is a man of justice, as the rest of the Volturi should be viewed."

Many of the vampires murmured their agreement with Heidi.

Just then, Caius entered the room, able to hear the guards even from a distance. He knew they were unhappy running out on a fight. Hadn't he been also?

"Aro wishes for everyone to gather in the audience hall in thirty minutes." The blonde vampire felt the guards staring at his back as he left the training room. Aro had ordered him to say nothing more to them.

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The guards entered the more modern, larger audience hall that was reserved for such meetings and special affairs. They stood in relation to the circular wall, all facing the dais where the three masters now sat. Aro greeted the guards.

"Welcome, everyone. I have asked you all here to explain my actions on the Field of Snow. I have heard your vocalizations, but I will leave your thoughts to yourselves. I know many of you feel it displayed cowardice to leave the Cullens unpunished, but..." Aro stood from his chair, and stepped down the stairs while holding out his hands. "...had any of them committed a crime?"

Some of the guards were visibly happy to hear they would be left alone. They had feared Master Aro would want to read each one of them, their thoughts being less than complimentary.

"The reason I did not continue any attack on the Cullens is because Alice Cullen showed me a vision of our future if we continued on that path. In that vision, I saw our coven nearly destroyed. Only a handful remained. And I saw not only the final deaths of Masters Marcus and Caius, but myself."

The guards looked shocked at Aro's words. How could this be, they defeated instead of the other way around?

Aro walked up to Jane and Alec. "My dear, you and Alec are like my own children. I not only sired you, but I have watched you both grow in power." He touched her smooth cheek. "Seeing you die in Alice's vision...I could not let that happen for the sake of my pride." He turned to the group of his fellow coven members, his voice raised for effect. "I could not let that happen to any of you."

"Master Aro, how do you know it was not some sort of trick devised by the Cullens. How do you know the vision was real?" Santiago was unaware that in Alice's vision, his final death came from the actions of one of the shapeshifters. Aro had seen that as if he had been there.

Aro replied to his guard's query. If only he had the ability to show them all the horror he had seen. "Santiago, before I myself had been dispatched in the vision, I saw Alec, Demetri, and Jane destroyed in their own fashion. Caius, Marcus and so many others of you killed by the Cullens, their witnesses, and their guard dogs. Not to say you all didn't get your fair share of their side, but does the desire alone to defeat an enemy outweigh the survival of our coven? Caius, you still wanted to fight, feeling insult in the presense of the shape shifters. I could not tell you then how unimportant that had become compared to your impending destruction. We don't always agree, brother, but we serve the Volturi together, and that makes you as important to the coven as myself." He took several steps across the floor, his hands clasped together. "I trust Alice's gift enough to want her to join us. Why would I doubt the veracity of her vision."

Aro remembered the scenes so clearly. It had felt absolutely real, even up to the moment of his own approaching death by fire. When he had been pulled from the vision, he realized it had been only that, but Aro was shaken all the same. He had looked at the Cullens and his own people, still very much alive. But the feeling he had at losing everything remained with him.

"Regardless of what you may think of me, there is no way I will be able to share with you what I saw. It was either accepting your final deaths, or allowing the Cullens to leave in peace, ourselves surviving to return home."

The guards began to murmur among themselves. Perhaps they had judged Master Aro too harshly. It was believe him, or see the ancient vampire as a coward. None of them truly believed that. Aro had led the Volturi for thousands of years. Were they not the creators and enforcers of vampire law? Were they not the strongest coven, and the most feared?

Jane walked over to Aro, and after waiting a half minute, impulsively hugged him. When she pulled away, she looked up at her sire. The two spoke to one another without one word between them, such was their relationship.

Aro reached to brush her chin with his fingers, giving her a light kiss on her lips. He looked around the large room, knowing his people believed him and no longer thought ill of him.

To prove that point, Felix took a few steps toward his leader. "Master Aro, we of the guard respect your decision, now that we know there was a reason we left the Cullens and their witnesses alive. There is no purpose in fighting if you end up losing everything you have."

Aro nodded at his executioner. "Thank you, my friends. You may go now." Aro turned back toward the dais and returned to his chair.

Aro, Marcus, and Caius remained in the audience hall, waiting for the guards to leave. Some looked back at Aro with a new appreciation for the vampire who led them with such resolute determination. They now knew he would do nothing to put any of them at risk as each was integral to the strength of the coven.

When the hall was empty of all except the three Volturi masters, Aro stood and faced his brothers. "I believe they all understood," he said, his expression one of equanimity. His coven was intact. The leadership was secure. Aro was worried about Marcus, however, his one wish now exposed. Marcus had wanted to experience final death. To keep Marcus with the coven, Aro had to sacrifice his beloved sister, Didyme. This action had literally changed Marcus and dulled his desire to live. Aro decided he would have many, many years to make it right for his true brother. Somehow.

@lucansmina @camilavgalaxy-blog

#the volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #Volturi guard #volturi fanfiction

[ssilcatt]

just creeping my way in here only to post fanart of my fav fics, yet again lmao🤧 this time it’s for the MARVELOUS @sugiwa and their story “what heroes do” which takes us along the turbulent life of one Todoroki Izumi, aka, not the evil twin ✨ do yourselves a favour and go read this amazing story!

#art #fanart #bnha oc

[itsjaywalkers]

Hi Laurie<3

👀🤩📚💞 for the fic ask game if you please <3

hi loops darling <333

👀A fic that you love a normal amount

baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you) by @xjustakay <3 i'm soooo normal about this story, no sort of obsession whatsoever!! genuinely one of my fav fics, i adore everything about it and it has the best found family trope i've read in a while <3 + i love barty here.. as all of you guys already know.. bc i never shut up about it..

🤩A fic that made you SLAM that "subscribe" button

already answered this but i'm gonna reply again bc i have a lot of recs and i'm gonna say operation walburga's arbitrary no kissing ever rule by my beloved @courfee <3 honestly the premise and the fact that it's loosely based on an enjoltaire 10 things i hate about you fic would've been enough to get me to subscribe but the moment i started reading it i was blown away by fra's writing and his james' characterization is lovely (and that's saying a lot bc i'm picky about him since i'm a james girlie at my core)

📚A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

the mystery of the pears by my love @sonwar <333 that fic altered my brain chemistry and changed me as a person, it's still one of the best pieces of writing i've ever encountered in my life and rowan is literally one of my fav ppl in the world so <3 do yourselves a favour and READ IT

💞A fic that led you to making friends with the author

another one i've answered but i simply Do Not Care so i'm gonna say what's your favourite scary movie? by @grimjobs !! don't get me wrong we were friends since the moment we followed each other here BUT we started to talk/interact more after i read their fic and left a comment!! best decision ever bc they're an amazing writer and i love everything they come up with!! reading anything by shan is always a delight <333

fic rec game

#keep asking me about fic recs pleaseeee #loops darling <3 #fic rec <3

[titles-and-pretense]

Sometimes the Genshin bug bites me again and I just remember the Thomato fics where they are yearning but alas, the clan (or the other Commissions) will not tolerate it......

Thomato fans, do yourselves a favour and read the one-shots of ao3 user bidoof. If you're into realistic and dramatic Thomato, you'll find it there

There are so few fics out there for Ayato that I enjoy... few that get him right... and I am yearning........

[lokinightfury]

I've found my new favourite Hellcheer fic. But the worst part is that I absolutely slept on it. It's been sitting on my TBR list for ages, so when the update email arrived and I happened to have a few minutes I thought I would start it.

TWENTY TWO CHAPTERS later and here I am. I have laughed, cried, sat doing the shocked Pikachu face and just loved every second of this rollercoaster.

Do yourselves a favour, go and read it.

Ashes to Angels

By the incredibly talented @immortalecstasy-blog

#hellcheer fic rec #eddie munson #eddie and chrissy #chrissy cunningham

[hournites]

Btw, you are my favorite fan fic author! I've read all of your works in AO3 at least twice!

First kiss prompt for hournite:

"you're blushing." "I know."

This is a very sweet message that has been making me smile all week! I love to hear that people are enjoying my stories. Thank you! And Happy New Year!

~.~

Rick dragged his books across his desk, unceremoniously dumping them into his bag at the end of his last class of the day. Beth took a more methodological approach beside him, sharpening her pencils before putting them into her pencil case so that they'd be ready when she'll need them tomorrow morning.

At the front of the classroom, Ms. Woods stood from her clock-cluttered table as more students filed out. She straightened her skirt and then directed a smile at both of them. "If you two aren't in a hurry, I was wondering if you could do me a favour."

For the most part, Rick had zero care to be doing any favours for any teacher at Blue Valley High, but as it would happen, Ms. Woods was about the only staff member at this school he looked up to, so Rick was already nodding.

Beth, also nodding, was constantly balancing a list of favours or errands for teachers between school periods. She was the type of student that teachers even trusted their wallets with. Already keen to help, Beth stood up. "What can we do for you, Ms. Woods?"

“As I’m sure you might know, my colleague, Mrs. Daniels, is expecting a little one by school year's end. We received a large shipment of new books for her reading curriculum, and they need to be placed in her storage room.” She turned to Rick. “The boxes are hefty and the shelves are rather high.” She turned to Beth. "And they could use some organization."

Rick shared a look with Beth. The corner of her mouth pulled upwards. Strength, height, and timely order. Definitely they were the right two for the job.

They were both walked to the pack of brown boxes lined up by one of the walls. The storage room was small, quiet and dusty. About a quarter the size of their math room with a tiny window showcases the courtyard's pavement. Ms. Woods returned with a large orange garbage bag, letting them know they could place worn books falling apart there for the librarians to suss out which were worth keeping.

Beth set out to work, pulling out cracked spines from the lower shelves as Rick came in back and forth carrying four to six boxes at a time.

"Thank you again," Ms. Woods said in that arrect tone of hers, buttoning up her rain coat. Outside, the light rain shower picked up as thunder rolled in. "I am sure Mrs. Daniels will appreciate this. Would you two be fine to stay here by yourselves?" Her question was aimed at Beth. "Rick is a fine boy, I trust him. You'll be in great hands."

Rick almost laughed overhearing the conversation from right out the door in the hallway. If she only knew that he spent almost every night alone with Beth at the Pit Stop.

"It's no problem, Ms. Woods!" Beth thumbed through a copy of The Great Gatsby. "I get along well with Rick. He drives me to school every morning."

That garnered a pause from their teacher. "Does he?"

"He's my best friend," Beth said. It was stupid, but something about hearing Beth say that so cheerfully put a smile on his face. Rick entered the room and set down another tall pile of boxes. "Halfway through." And a good thing, too. He wasn't sure there'd be much room for the two of them without playing elaborate live-action Tetris once all the boxes got in.

"Wonderful! Rick, would you mind driving Beth home? I'm afraid I didn't get the chance to look at the weather before asking you two to get started."

Rick leaned against the box pile with his elbow, his chin in hand. He followed Ms. Woods' gaze at Beth who was cleaning out the empty shelf, removing a dirty Kleenex with gingerliness. He started smiling at the way she raised to her tiptoes to reach the tops of the cubby, using the Kleenex to scrape off decades-old dust bunnies.

"Rick?"

His eyes snapped back to Ms. Woods, who was now tilting her head at him wryly. Rick reddened as she saw right through him. He ducked his head as the blush rushing to his face felt ten times hotter under her scrutiny. "Of course." He made a hasty exist, grabbing more boxes from the hallway so he'd have something to hide behind.

"Have a nice evening!" Beth waved as their teacher rounded the corner. Just when Rick thought that Ms. Woods had left, he found her still in the hallway in her long coat and ankle boots, looking at her watch. He slowed, knowing he couldn't ignore her as much as his embarrassment wanted him to. She stepped forward, a hand covering her mouth conspiratorially as she lowered her voice to a whisper. "You drive her to school every morning?"

"She's on the way!" Rick sputtered out. It was true, is the thing, but somehow he made it sound like a lie.

"Don't be too shy." Ms. Woods laughed lightly, grabbing her umbrella and leather briefcase full of ungraded tests. "She's a wonderful girl to have a crush on."

"Have a nice day, Ms. Woods," Rick said pointedly to get her to go.

"You too, Mr. Tyler," she chuckled, taking his cue to not poke fun at him any further and left down the hall. Rick rolled his eyes as he backed away with the book boxes. Beth might make it look good, but being friendly with teachers only had its upsides until it got absolutely embarrassing.

"How do you want to go about this?" Beth glided her hand over the shiny new book covers in the first box as he returned to the storage room with the last box. "Alphabetical by book title or author? By publishing date? We could also try by grade."

"Alphabetical by author," Rick said after a moment. "Whoever is teaching Shakespeare this year will thank us."

Beth stared right down at the packed yellow book sleeves for Much Ado About Nothing. "Good choice."

They got to work. Beth placed books in the lower shelf with as many she could hold at a time as Rick tore through taped boxes. It was silent, but it was busy silence, a type they were both comfortable with.

"I like Ms. Woods," she said suddenly, turning around to watch Rick shred up more cardboard with his hands.

"You like every teacher," Rick reminded her, cutting through plastic binding The Crucible. He almost shuddered just looking at the cover, pushing the box away. He had hated the book when they studied it in ninth grade. And when they were forced to watch the movie, not even Winona Ryder could make it bearable.

Beth scooped them up, putting Rick out of his misery, tucking them in order in the next shelf in front of Death of a Salesman. "True," she admitted. "But what I mean is that I like that she likes you."

"Oh."

She slotted the last book in then settled her hands on her hips, squatting down beside Rick in her geometrical tights to help him get through all the crinkling plastic for the recycling bin. "I like that she treats you the way other teachers treat their best students."

"You mean you?"

Beth stuck out her tongue. Rick grinned until it hurt. She'd never done that before, but now it was all he wanted to make her do. Stick her tongue out, make her tease him, roll her eyes at him, scoff one of her laughs as she pretended that he wasn't funny. Beth being playful for Rick, and Rick alone. That ache in his chest that inflamed every time she drew near grew in that moment and he had to squash it down, down down before it became unbearable.

"I think part of the reason why teachers ask students for favours is to show the community they respect those students not just with learning, but as a young adult going through life, and in that way, Ms. Woods needs to show you off."

"What? Show me off?"

"She's helping you with college applications, right?"

Rick nodded, meeting her eyes with his brows crinkled together, confused about Beth's thought process as he was most of the time, but genuinely curious to find out.

"Well, now she's going to tell Mrs. Daniels that you helped her reorganize her books, and then Mrs. Daniels is going to tell her work friends, and then the next thing you know, you'll be the talk of the teacher's lounge."

Rick made a funny face. "Pretty sure I already was when I was winning the streak for most detentions."

"But now it'll be for how thoughtful you are for staying after school to help do this. The teachers at Blue Valley are going to pay more attention to you. They'll see that you've changed."

"And this relates to college, how?"

"Because you need letters of recommendation for scholarships, Rick. From more than just one teacher."

Rick paused mid-shred the latest box in his hands, almost knocking down the tower of Lord of the Flies paperbacks beside him with his elbow. "What? Really? That's why you think we're here?"

Beth said, "It's just a hunch."

Rick stood, biting his cheek as he thought about it. He couldn't deny the thought felt nice. An elaborate scheme just to make more people like him. People don't like Rick. It's frustrating, but he's used to it. Thinking about a reality where that wasn't the case anymore in a general sense, not just his best friends sitting at lunch sense, was weird to think about. Weird, but nice.

He picked up the recycling bin overstuffed with cardboard and plastic. "I'm going to dump this out in the recycling room."

Beth nodded, continuing her latest task in filling out the F section.

When he returned, she was sitting on one of the tables cross-legged with a hardcover splayed open over her lap, shadowed by the dwindling light peeping through the tall window. Rick leaned against the doorway with his breath caught. He'd always thought she was beautiful. Whether it was her fashion confidence or the bright smile, or the warm shape of her poured into every crevice of her body, Rick wasn't sure. He'd never quite spent much time thinking about it at first. It crept over him slowly. But the way she sat now, beautiful and gentle in the quiet storage room drowning out the sound of pattering rain--it hit Rick like a storm. He crept up behind her, watching her finger slide along the sentence. "Reading break so soon?"

Beth jumped, clapping the book to her chest. She twisted around, glancing back at him with a smile. "This is one of my favourites." She tipped the cover forward. It was Fahrenheit 451. "Chuck--AI Chuck-- He read it to me in the library when I first joined the JSA. For the November English Lit assignment sophomore year with Mr. Leeds. It was the first time I..." She bit her lip, like she was worried what she might say would offend him. Rick waited, and she relaxed, choosing to be open. "The first time I didn't feel lonely at school."

His hand found her shoulder. What he really wanted was to hug her, but he held back. "Do you ever still feel that way?"

She covered his hand with hers, looking up at him again. "No. Not with you." They shared a smile. To Beth, it was probably just a fleeting second, a reassurance. To Rick, it meant the whole world. That ache returned full-force. Looking around, desperate for anything to distract him, he dropped his hand and took another Fahrenheit 451. He stared at the image of the paper man burning alive and flashed it at her with a smirk. "Hey look. I didn't know this book was about Jordan Mahkent."

Beth choked a gasp at his joke. A cross of horrified amusement and outraged disapproval flooded her features. "That's terrible!" With a small hop she was off the table, coming for him. "You didn't just say that!"

He chuckled. "You're laughing."

"No, I'm not!" Except that she was. He let her pry the book from his hands. She shot him more maddeningly cute glares as she grumbled...and somehow this had exactly the opposite effect he had originally planned. Spinning around, Rick craned his neck up at the taller shelves before he gave himself away.

"We should get on with these so we can get home."

Beth abandoned the Bradbury to drag over a peeling-white folded step-ladder, bundling a stack of Pride and Prejudice under her arm so she could use both hands to climb it.

Rick didn't want to say that he thought Beth was holding too many books, but he was definitely thinking it, watching from the corner of his eye at her struggle with the fact that even with the ladder the shelf was a tad too high. There was also the heights thing. Maybe she was acting like that wasn't a problem for her anymore. But her breathing was slightly off, and Rick knew from the time they went to the amusement park over the summer and skipped out on seven roller coasters that she definitely was still scared of heights.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm good!"

Rick finished the shelf next to her by reaching up with his arm. The ladder wobbled and he quickly steadied it with his hand. "Are you sure?"

Beth sucked in a breath. She shifted her weight, reordering the stack in her arms. "Yes, I'm fine! I can handle a few minutes on a ladder."

"If you're sure."

"I am sure. I'm totally fine up here, and besides--Whoops!" She yelped as six books tumbled over her arms, and then her ladder was teetering again, and a much more panicked shriek accompanied her fall.

Rick dropped his copies of A Raisin in the Sun when the ladder crashed and he lurched over to grab her. He lost his balance and they both toppled over another near ceiling-high stack of boxes that set off another two mountains of Shakespeare books that Beth had already organized on the table. Thunder crashed the loudest it had all day as everything went down like dominoes. Rick landed on cardboard not-so-softly-cushioning his twinging back.

Beth landed on Rick.

She lifted her head. Those big brown eyes blinked fast at him, stunned as he was. Rick attempted to move, but he was sandwiched. Until Beth rolled off him he wasn't going anywhere. He didn't exactly know how to tell her this. And, worse, Rick didn't exactly mind being pinned by Beth, either.

"I was maybe not as fine as I thought," came Beth's small voice.

"That's okay."

They stared at each other. Beth's face was so near him, too near him. He felt warm all over, too hot, too much. Not enough, too. With his hands on her waist, her breath tickling his ear. Maybe Rick will just die here.

"Thanks for, um, catching me."

"I think it might be the other way around."

As if the thought only just now occurred to her, she gasped. "I'm on you!"

"...Yeah."

"I'm sorry!" Beth pulled herself up to her knees, still sitting over Rick on the floor. She lent him a hand and pulled him to a sitting position. She didn't get up. Rick was very aware of the way Beth didn't get up.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?" he whispered, voice hoarse.

She looked at him again and to Rick's surprise, bit her lip and looked away with a look he couldn't decipher.

"What?" he asked.

"Never mind."

"No, tell me." When Beth didn't say anything, he poked her. "You just fell on me, I think I can handle it."

She nodded and splayed her hands out on his shirt, letting out a tiny breath. Rick looked down, then looked up.

"Do you ever..."

Whatever Beth was going to say, Rick would never know. Like an aftershock after an earthquake, The Catcher and the Rye came down on them, knocking them flat again.

"Oh my god," Rick groaned through a laugh, rubbing at his head where a corner hit him. Beth couldn't help but join him, her whole body shaking with giggles. He rolled to his side, not letting the same skin-to-skin madness happen twice in a row.

But Beth pulled on his shoulder, bringing him back to her. "Wait," she said. And then she was threading her arms around his neck, pulling him to her, kissing him in a pile of books. Rick's hand found the curve of her jaw, bringing her closer, sitting on hard spines and pokey hardcover corners as all his thoughts mushed together into a single one that screamed this, yes. Beth kissed him and then kissed him, like she needed to study it for a test.

When the books became too uncomfortable and their limbs started to go numb, Beth broke apart first.

"You're blushing.”

"I know,” he said, smiling.

She cupped his cheek with bright eyes, tracing the flush that travelled there. "I've always wanted to do that."

"Make me blush?"

"Kiss you."

He tried to respond, but no noise came out. Not when she was touching his face, not when she had kissed him. Not when Beth was saying she always wanted to. She casted a glance to the side at the catastrophic mess. Rick followed her gaze. Beth sighed, never taking her hand from his face.

She smiled, not worried at all. "We've fixed worse."

fin.

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Which is your favorite Baldwin ship? Like with an oc Or a male character . My favorite is him and Saladin lol.you know enemies to lovers shit . I didn't even consider this ship at first but after reading a long torturous sorrowful fic, this ship just hit the right spots. Anyways, do tell us about ur thoughts.

To be quite honest, I am capable of shipping just about anything as long as you sell it to me well, lol. But all right, here are my two cents on various Baldwin ships I have or have not encountered in the wild:

Baldwin/Saladin: This is very intriguing, but it's difficult to make into an actual romance in the canon universe simply because they meet so rarely. But I agree, they have great chemistry, and in a canon divergence fic I could absolutely see them have a sort of soft, reasonable enemies-to-lovers arc in a "We met five times in our lives yet always felt a special connection" kind of way. There are some very nice fics for this pairing that really managed to make me ship them a little, so yeah, anon, I feel you.

Baldwin/Balian can also be good, depending on how you sell it, though I'm sometimes not sure if I headcanon Balian as painfully and irrevocably hetero or not. What I'd personally find interesting would be Baldwin/female Balian - I haven't yet seen a gender bend for Balian, but I think that could be fun.

Baldwin/OC really depends - I'll admit my Baldwin headcanons lean a bit more in the direction of him being gay (and possibly asexual?), but a female OC can totally work, too. I suppose I just kind of dislike it when the OC is overly dramatic, since to me Baldwin really seems like a low drama sort of guy and surrounding him with shrieking or perpetually giggling female OCs isn't a thing that works for me personally. But generally speaking, YES, give me all the OCs of every conceivable background or gender (though now I really want to see Baldwin/male OC). They're one of the reasons why I love the KoH fandom so much - in other fandoms OCs are often reviled and looked down upon, while in our little niche they're basically standard procedure.

Baldwin/Tiberias: I love the concept in theory, since the dynamic of young forceful yet gentle king and world-weary yet totally devoted older knight really ticks the right boxes for me (yes, I am weird). I've read some lovely fics that featured subtle variations of this, but anything that is a bit more heavy on the romance and/or the more physical things between them usually isn't my cup of tea because at some point I tend to remember that they're related and I somehow cannot see past that.

Baldwin/Sibylla: Now this is definitely too much incest for my taste, sorry.

What I haven't yet seen is Baldwin/Imad, which could potentially be a good match in terms of personality. They're both calm and collected men, probably share a number of interests, and I just think Imad would fit rather well since he's not as uptight as Balian, nor as unapproachable as Salah ad-Din, nor as creepily related to Baldwin as Tiberias and Sibylla. But yeah, as you see, I only need the thinnest of pretexts to come up with a total crackship. Which brings me to:

+ My personal, oddly specific crossover crackship: Baldwin/Rebecca of York from Walter Scott's Ivanhoe. Do yourselves a favour and don't ask.

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Bible Bitch: mature | graphic descriptions of violence | MCD | explicit sex scenes | New Testament AU | judasxjesus trope| jegulus centered | dead dove | WIP | read the warnings or istg...

My Husband Is Going To Hear About This!: teen and up audiences | one shot | completed | Happy Married Drarry

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[railroad-migraine]

I already tried sending this ONCE let’s try again (tumblr is the optimal mobile platform)

“It was no fiery hell or luxurious heaven he’d been promised, but he was with you.”

Please, this Molly fic killed me. It’s also what inspired me to write and explore my own Molly(/Kingsley) fic and I know it will never match what you’ve written bc wow.

ALSO “I shine only with the light you give me.”

Like HELLO not only are you so Good at capturing the character of our favorite blue boi but then you bust out this line?? Like damn Poet you are Too Good

I look forward to every post from you and I’m thankful you share your writing with us!

-🌼 Ellie/a-menagerie

Ellie you wonderful human being- I adore your works, and your sweet reblogs (they do not go unnoticed), this meant a lot to me ;^;

That Molly fic was just a big load of self indulgence after I heard about the end of campaign 2 - I wasn't caught up at the time but I knew what happened and I fell deep back into my tiefling feels. I pictured Mr Tealeaf in this kinda limbo state of 'undeath(?)' and I wanted to stress how even though it was not ideal, he was with his love, and that was all that mattered 💜

I CANNOT WAIT TO READ YOUR MOLLY/KINGSLEY FIC EHEEEE your posts are absolutely delightful ;^;

I cannot take full credit for the Dorian fic quote unfortunately 🥲 It is an adapted lyric from one of my fave songs (The Moon Will Sing by the Crane Wives), but the fic itself was all my yearning experienced while listening to it and thinking of a specific blue bard 😂 It is a lovely líne though, I wish I had come up with it first! 💙

(everyone plz do yourselves a favour and binge read @a-menagerie 's CR fics and headcanons 💛)

#mod poet #🌼 anon #a-menagerie #jellie-bean

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EVERYONE DO YOURSELVES A FAVOUR AND GO READ THIS CUTE FIC <3333

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[nighttimescribbles2]

eeeeep thank you for your tags on the zeke fic!! It made me smile 🥹

oh gosh. thank you for blessing us with the zeke fic! i still think about it! ❤️

(the fic in question. yall please do yourselves a favour and read it because hrrrnnnnngh 😭❤️)

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