#rated t

Summary:

When Ford starts receiving completely silent phone calls for no clear reason, he sees it not as an annoyance, but as an opportunity. Who better to use as a sounding board for all your complaints than someone who never talks back?

Author:

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@drarrymicrofic | words: 55 | prompt: ground

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH— What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Err— pulling weeds?”

Harry gasped, affronted. “This is hallowed ground. We planted seeds of love here— do you even care?!”

“Harry—”

“Everything that grows here is natural— sacred. Not to be desecrated by… humanistic aesthetics!”

Aid and Comfort

by TurnSpitDog

Rated T,  12,693 words

Status: Complete

Summary: 

Cut off from access to Earth, the hosts of Hell find other ways to torment Crowley. Aziraphale provides a refuge.

Why We Love It: 

A story that sticks to canon, in this Book Omens fic Aziraphale and Crowley don’t live in each other’s pockets, and Aziraphale is actually rather snippy and somewhat protective of his private space. But when Crowley starts having a problem with Hell, Aziraphale immediately steps up to help him. 

With funny, clever dialogue, we’re treated to multiple scenes of how Hell is slowly driving Crowley mad, until the final, crucial scene where it seems all is lost. In the end, our angel and demon pair have to admit that they’re better off together than apart.  Obviously. 

Tags: Book Omens, Hell is terrible, BAMF Aziraphale, Moving in together, First Kiss

Review by @spectrallydistracted

@steveseddie

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

23,356 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Smoking, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Getting Together, 5+1 Things

Summary:

“Good morning, Mr. Munson, is Eddie home? Um, that’s a stupid question, of course he’s home.” Steve chuckles nervously. Steve. That’s Steve at Eddie’s door. “Is he awake?” “He’s awake, son, but I gotta warn you, he’s in a pissy mood today,” Wayne’s gruff voice replies. “Wayne!” Eddie protests loudly. “Just telling it like it is,” Wayne throws over his shoulder. “You still wanna come in?” He asks Steve. “If that's okay, Mr. Munson.” God, he’s so polite. Eddie hates that he finds it endearing. “Please call me Wayne, son.” Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to try and make himself look somewhat decent. Right away, there’s the sound of the door closing and then Wayne walks back into the living space with Steve in tow, looking perfectly put together in his neat polo shirt and blue jeans. Eddie is still in his fucking pajamas, for fuck’s sake. or 5 times Steve visits Eddie and lies about why + 1 time Eddie catches him in the lie

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It starts with Eddie's hand on Buck's back guiding him through the crowded bar, using his body to block the people pushing in all directions to give Buck space to walk. It ends with Eddie curling his fingers under Buck's chin, thumb holding him steady, as he tips Buck's face downwards until their lips meet. *** Buck and Eddie's journey to forever.

Day 15: Silk

@kingdonmicrofic

Frank swallows, and the thick lump in his throat crash lands in his stomach. Before him stands Melissa King, golden hair down and dressed only in a delicate, cream colored silk slip. In the warm, low light of her bedroom, the fabric’s luminous shine makes her glow in turn. Yet, were it not for the wine colored blush that spreads from her cheeks all the way down to her chest, it’s nearly impossible for Frank to distinguish where the garment ends and her soft skin begins. Best of all, it hugs her figure in all the right places and is thin enough to reveal the stiff peaks of her tempting nipples. 

“I know it’s not much…” Mel mumbles, biting her lip, refusing to look Frank in the eye. She fidgets with the thin strap that can’t seem to find purchase on her shoulder. 

If Frank weren’t so taken by how absolutely breathtaking she looks, he would scold her. How can she not see how truly beautiful she is? Is it not apparent in his face? In the way he pushes her golden strands behind her ear? In the way he gently takes her chin between his forefinger and thumb and directs her gaze towards his own? 

“It’s perfect, Mel. You’re perfect,” he says, unwavering. 

Mel’s eyes widen, dark pupils overtaking hazel.

“Do you mean it?” she asks, trepidation apparent in the way her voice wavers. 

Frank doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he gently guides Mel’s lips towards his own and kisses her. He pours every bit of his unspoken love into it—cupping her face and rubbing comforting circles into her flushed cheeks. 

And when Frank feels her hands take hold of his wrists and hears a high-pitched whimper, he knows she finally understands.