#50sAU

[heich0e]

hey! :)

i just wanted to ask how your 50sAU and your BartenderReader are doing? No pressure, just binged like, A LOT of your writing and got excited!

also very tempted to try out the cocktails mentioned in your Bartender fic, have tried (and liked) some of them yourself or are you not a cocktail person?

they aren't abandoned and will be completed some day!

and yes I've had the two cocktails mentioned at the beginning of both chapters–i am very much a cocktail person!! i particularly like the salty dog cocktail but i love gin (you can also make it w vodka tho) so that's not surprising

[gayspacesprinkles]

A young Tony waiting for his army guy at the diner for some good ol fashion burgers and shakes

Because I have been watching old timey videos from the 50s, mad me want to really draw Tony in a skirt and them saddle shoes.

[truckstop-sushi-blog]

Bow-Ties and Pig Skins (Adam Driver x Reader Fic)

CONTENT WARNING: homophobia, bullying, sexual themes, dated slang, sexual scenes, vulgar language, dubcon

18+ CONTENT

You were daydreaming in physics today, again for the third time this week. It was 9:53 am and you were tired out of your mind, shivering despite the denim jacket your dad had gotten you the week before. It was like an ice box in that room.

As you rested your head on your fist, elbow connected to the textbook below, you thought of that devilishly attractive jock who had been giving you hell . You figured that since you were both adults in college, at least one or more of you would act with more maturity. 

No. 

Yesterday, he shoved you into your locker and shut the door. Today, he shoved you on your way to class making you spill your books everywhere. The thought pissed you off, but those eyes-- those damn hard brown eyes. They just made you stick to the floor and go mute. Everyone thought you were afraid and ridiculed you, but truth be told, that jock was the hottest goddamn hunk of muscle you had ever laid your bespectacled eyes upon. You thought you might want to continue the daydream, but--

“(Y/n)? Mister (y/n),” said the teacher up front, “Are you listening? I just called on you to answer a question. A question, might I add, that will be on your quiz at the end of the week.”

“O-Oh, sorry,” you said, startled out of your trance, “I-I um... I just... don’t feel terribly well. I’ll answer now. What was the question again, ma’am?”

The teacher sighed and asked the question again, following with a warning that another instance such as this one would result in points being taken away from the daily grade. Snickers rang out quietly in the room like the pitter patter of rain drops.You felt your cheeks redden but you decided to ignore your peers. You cleared your throat and answered the question, getting it right as you pretty much always do. You were a science major, so you were putting a lot of extra effort into studying for your science courses. Once the class was over, you filed out of the room behind a string of other people. As luck would have it, you didn’t have any more classes that day. They had been cancelled for the final football game of the season, and the professors happened to have sons on the team. You thought football was a rather frivolous sport and a waste of time, but your good friend William managed to convince you to go, at least to support the marching band. This was going to be a very big game for the band, as well. And, according to William, there was going to be an afterparty at the ΛΧΑ house when the game ended.

You were hesitant, but William convinced you to go to both the game and the afterparty, William having reported that Betty Adcock was going to be there and he needed a wingman. You didn’t put much stock in girls, mostly due to the fact you’ve never been attracted to them, but you decided to go anyway. The hope that the handsome jock would be there weighed heavily on your mind.

You went back to your dorm, hiding an embarrassment between your legs the whole way there, trying to avoid interacting with other people. Your roommate wasn’t anywhere to be found, and you assumed he must’ve been in class. You decided to take care of the problem you found yourself with, quickly though because you knew the assholes who lived here came in and out as they pleased, especially since the lock was broken on your door. After, you cleaned your mess, you got a new change of clothes on and you fell onto your bed asleep.

You were jolted awake by William tugging on your arm and shouting at you to wake up.

“(Y/n)! Wake up, (y/n)!” he repeats over and over again before seeing you’re awake, “Come on, the game starts in 2 hours, and I gotta be there in one!”

“The field is literally a ten minute walk from here, William.” you groaned, trying to stuff your face back into your pillow.

“Okay, and if you’re not early, you’re late.” he retorted.

You bit your lip, frustrated, and sigh. “Fine. But at least take me to get a burger or something.”

“You got it. I’ll just shove you into my car and we’ll pop on by the diner before we go to the field.”

“Sounds good. Will I need to pay you back?”

“Not at all, don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks.”

“Much obliged.”

You hopped up, slipping on your shoes and following your friend out of the dorm complex and into his cherry red Nomad. The musical stylings of Elvis poured into your ears like warm milk into a kitty dish from the radio. You hummed and tapped your fingers along to the beat. You were both at the diner in a flash. It wasn’t packed like it usually is on game day, which came as a surprise since it was such a hotspot in that rinky dink little college town you lived in. It was nice, though, since you were rather anxious about social situations. William parked and cut the engine off before getting out with you following suit. There were a few girls in the diner and a couple of greasers in the back smoking cigarettes. The smoke smelled a bit dubious, but you ignored it. It wasn’t the most frightening smell you’d ever had tickle your nose.

You and William sat down at the counter, William giving the lady who worked behind it a quick wink. She smiled politely, but I could tell as soon as she turned around she had rolled her eyes. You could tell by the way she sighed--you understood her pain to some extent. You elbowed William sharply.

“Ow! What the hell, man?!” he whispered under his breath through gritted teeth.

“You really shouldn’t be flirting with every girl you see. Just because they’re nice to you doesn’t mean they like you. She probably deals with creeps every day.” 

“What’s it to you? I’m just trying to get good-”

“Yeah and not every girl you meet is target practice, asshole.”

William looked at you with lips pressed into a thin line before looking at the menu on the wall.

“Just fuckin’ order something.” he grumbled. You could tell he knew you were right but was too full of himself to admit it.

You perused the menu before settling on a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry malt. William chose a chicken fried steak, potatoes, and a bottle of coke. You gave your order to the woman working and she took it, giving it to the cook in the window. You both sat there in silence, barely looking at each other. William got his coke first, you got your malt shortly thereafter.

You both didn’t say a word to each other, even after you got your food and ate it. You both paid, left, and got into the car.

After a bit of tense silence, William spoke, apologising for his behaviour and admitting you were right he was being creepy. After that, it was like nothing had happened. You both started talking about anything and everything under the sun, but then while you were in the middle of complaining about the asshole jock who has been giving you problems, William interrupted you.

“You know... the way you talk about him,” he said, “It sounds an awful lot about how I would talk about a girl who used to annoy the hell out of me that I happened to have a major crush on.”

“Joan?”

“Yeah, her.”

“What’re you playing at?” you asked, feeling your stomach tighten in fear.

“I’m just saying,” he said, dropping his voice down to a whisper, “Are you a...you know..?”

“No, I don’t know.” You said, giving a nervous chuckle.

“A...A...” he said, trying to grasp the words, “A...you know, a- a homosexual.”

He whispered the last word in your direction tentatively even though it was just you and him in the car. He parked in front of the football field and killed the engine. You stared at him.

“I...I’m not--”

“Listen, I’m okay with it, you don’t have to act like I’m going to turn you in to the police or anything,” he said.

“Well I kind of have to be that way around everyone. Last time I checked, this is 1955 and being a homosexual is illegal.”

“Yeah, well black folks using the same restrooms as white folks is illegal, too, and that isn’t right either. Law isn’t the pillar of morality.”

“Just don’t let anyone outside of this car hear that.” you laughed.

You two both shared a laugh for a good minute before falling silent. William looked at you with a friendly smile.

“I hope that we both live long enough to see the day people can live together in peace without givin’ a shit about who loves who or who has what skin colour.” he remarked before putting his hand on the door handle and getting out, “Now, come on, I’ve got a few minutes before I have to be in the stands.”

You followed him out, paying the ticket master the fee for the game and then parting ways with your friend. You sat at the front of the bleachers, overlooking the freshly mown and painted grass. The cheerleaders from both teams were already on the grass and practicing their routines, and you could hear the other school’s band rehearsing. The football team was also on the grass, presumably going over plays and runs or whatever those silly meatheads talked about. Something to do with pig skins, you knew that much. As the sky turned from blue to an array of farewell hues, more people filed into the bleachers, talking loudly and making you very nervous. You wanted to escape into the restrooms, but you knew that wouldn’t be the most splendid idea given the last time you did that, you got a new hairstyle courtesy of a player’s hand and the flushing toilet.

Even as the game began and progressed, you found yourself sucked in even though you didn’t understand a single thing about football. Your chest swelled with pride every time your college’s team made a point, especially when that asshole was the one who made the touchdown. While catching a sneaky look at his ass, you noticed the name on the back of his jersey: “DRIVER.”

Driver. A fitting name for such an athletic guy. Even if he was the most attractive jerk you had ever met in your entire life. He gave you hell in high school, and he certainly didn’t cease in college.

After one particular touchdown, however, it appeared that he had seen you. His countenance wasn’t like that which you had been acquainted with several times before. It was actually friendly and loose, unlike his usual hard scowl he usually wore. It seemed like he looked straight into your soul, and you held your breath and blushed. Your face reddened deeper as he winked and blew a sly kiss your way.

No fucking way that just fucking happened. He must have had a girlfriend that sat directly behind you. Right? Right???

You didn’t dare to look, both frozen in your seat and by the crippling social anxiety. You stayed in this haze like this until halftime, making your way out of the field and back into your friend’s car. You said you’d come to support William in the band, but that gesture from that Driver fellow was too much for your little gay heart to handle.

You crawled into the backseat, laying across the cool leather seats, watching your breath come out in plumes in the freezing air. You hoped the game would end soon, and right in the middle of that thought, you fell asleep. It felt like you were awake in a snap because William had apparently found you there, shaking you awake like he had earlier that day.

“You okay, man?” he asked once he realised you were awake.

“Yeah, it’s just... something happened and I needed to come out here to think. I guess I fell asleep before I could really finish thinking.” you said, sitting up and rubbing your face, “Did we win?”

“Oh, not by a fucking longshot. But hey, that means better alcohol at the party.” he answered.

“I guess. But alcohol has never really been my thing.” you said.

“True. More for the rest of us.”

You agreed as you sat back in your seat and waited to be carted away to the frat party. As soon as you both arrived there, there were people all over the lawn, some sucking each others faces off, others sucking other things off, and music pouring out of every possible orifice that the house possessed. It was loud, it was proud, and it had a big crowd. Everything you hated, but dammit, if Driver was here, it would be worth the anxiety.

You and William made your way inside, you especially braving the sounds and smells of it all.

You almost instantly became too overwhelmed for your own good, immediately running to the first bathroom you could get into. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone in there before you, so you just shut the light off and hid in the tub, closing the curtain and hiding. You prayed nobody would follow you, but someone did, flicking the light on and locking the door.

Oh, shit.

The person’s heavy footsteps and sultry breathing gave their identity away immediately. It was the asshole jock. The outrageously attractive Driver. He began whistling to himself before stopping by the toilet, acting like he was going to use it before turning to the tub and furiously pushing the curtain to the side. He saw you, eyes wide in terror, cheeks red in arousal and embarrassment. You barely got two words out before his glare choked you and that grin--that fucking grin--made it impossible for you to function.

“So,” he said, picking you up by the back of your collar, leading you out of the tub and pressing your back against the bathroom door. It came naturally to you, following him, almost as naturally as you were already twitching in your pants for him, “Do you know what happens to geeks who hide away in the parking lot after becoming too flustered to function?”

“How do you--”

“And do you know what happens when they have the balls to show up to your frat party uninvited, only to hide away in the bathroom?” his voice was deep, his words were dark and cutting. It drove you mad with lust and fear.

“W-W-What happens?” you piped up tentatively, your breathing laboured and heavy.

He pressed up against you, making you let out a whiney moan. God, how you wished he would just bend you over the sink and fuck you into oblivion.

“Oh, so you’re a squealer? I like that.” he said, leaning to whisper into your ear, “I like that a lot. It drives me fucking insane.”

“I-I can do more.” you said, your lips parted in anticipation. You licked them and gulped nervously.

He pulled away from your ear, looking at your moist lips with a deep hunger and closing the gap between you two, kissing you with such ferocity, it would make even the devil gasp in disbelief. You whined against his fevered lips, silently begging for release. You could feel his own length cry out against his own pants.

After what felt like eternity, he pulled away, still making fervent eye contact with you.

“We both want it,” he said, “But do you want me to take it?”

“Take wha--” you stopped yourself before realising what it was he wanted to take from you, and then answered with: “Yes. God in heaven above, yes.”

He undid his own pants, freeing his own impressive erection first. You stared at it in its pale, lurid glory. The tip was quite a furious pink, one that begged quietly for pleasure. After that, he undid your pants, dropping them to the floor while your own erection stood in wait for its own release. Yours appeared to be less a passionate pink than his. He’d apparently been craving this longer than you have.

“W-Wait,” you said as he bent you over the sink’s edge, “What’s your name?”

He groaned, having rested his feverish dick on your ass, “Adam.”

“I-I’m (y/n).”

“Nice name. Nicer ass.”

“Th-Thanks--oh god!” you cried out and then bit your lip as he shoved himself into you without so much as a warning.

He pumped into you, slowly at first but picking up the pace at which he thrusted into you. Your mind clouded with pleasure, lust, passion, and everything that followed being fucked into oblivion by the hottest guy in probably all of existence. You hoped it would never end, but the knot in your stomach made you realise just how close you were to climaxing.

“Oh, I-I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” you whined.

“Not before I do.” Adam said, his voice husky, reaching around to clamp a thumb and a finger around the base of your throbbing dick. The pain that followed the denial was so excruciating, so enthralling--it was impossibly good.

“P-Please,” you begged, “Please, l-let me--”

“N-Not until after I do.” he insisted.

He started drilling into you, his hips clapping rhythmically against your ass. The pain and pleasure mixing together like hot honey and sugar made your brain cells explode like fire works. You started weeping, begging for climax, dick twitching in an effort to find some sort of relief.

It wasn’t long before you felt him empty his load into you. It was so hot and made you feel so full--some of it leaked out of your ass and onto the floor. He loosened his grip and wrapped his whole hand around your pleading member.

“Now you can. But only at my say-so.” he said.

You whined and moaned as he touched you, gliding his surprisingly smooth hands up and down your shaft. He was going slowly, teasing you.

“Please, please let me cum, Adam.” you begged, “Please.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you.” he said, “You’re going to have to talk a little louder.”

You could hear the grin in his voice. If you weren’t so weak right now, you’d want to smack the daylights out of him. But all you could do was beg. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Come on, (y/n),” he teased, “You can do so much better than that. I’ve heard you in the showers in the dorms before. Such an adorable little voice you have when you’re screaming my name when you think no one else is around.”

You blushed madly at the thought that he had heard you masturbating to the thought of him. It also turned you on a hell of a lot more, especially since he thought it was cute.

“I’m not hearing anything, (y/n).” he said, “Come on. I know you’ve got it in you.”

You gulped and let out a shaky breath. “P-Please let me c-cum, Adam.”

“Better,” he said, gaining a little speed, “But not loud enough. Try again.”

“Please, Adam! Please!” you said, borderline shouting.

He picked up the pace. You could feel yourself teetering right on the edge of pleasure.

“Please, for the love of god, please let me cum!” you begged, to which Adam picked up the pace one final time before finally allowing you to have your very messy release.

Your mind was hazy, and your dick was content with your climax. As your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, hammering away, Adam got you both cleaned up, cleaned up the bathroom, and then led you to the door. Before he unlocked it to turn you loose to the party, he grabbed you softly, but sternly by the neck and looked you in the eyes before whispering to you,

“You’re mine, (y/n).” 

This statement made you quiver, even worse when he kissed you a final time.

“Now have a good time at the party. If anyone gives you trouble...I’ll give them a taste of hell.”

THANKS FOR READING! Hooboy that was *fans self* lord have mercy...

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you guys know of any fics that take place in the 50s with greaser Derek and upper class Stiles?

Here’s some. - Anastasia

Escape the Heat by girl_lost_HERE

(1/1 I 444 I Teen)

I just wanted to write a cute 50s AU with greaser Derek and boy-next-door Stiles.

do it for our country by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 936 I Teen)

In which Derek tries to play it cool but Stiles is totally hep to his jive.

We're One of a Kind (Like Dip Da Dip Da Dip Do Whap De Dobby Do) by orphan_account

(1/1 I 3,565 I Teen)

Derek is your classic greaser—with a leather jacket, a hot rod, a hot bike, and a duck butt. Genim “Stiles” Stilinski a total fream—he’s too cool to be a poindexter but he’s so far from a cat that Derek almost feels bad for him. All that’s missing in this love story is some oddly perfectly timed musical numbers.

Grease Lightning by heyshalina

(1/1 I 12,262 I Teen)

AU where Stiles and Derek are a line cook and an ice cream worker in the same kitchen building, they're really bad at the whole talking thing, and the food isn't the only thing making things steamy in there. They have no AC. Please help them..“I understand your logic, Allison, but Scott is a literal ray of sunshine and happiness, so an accurate comparison between him and me, the personification of fryer grease and insomnia, cannot be made.”

There Ain't No Such Thing by WhoNatural

(9/? I 57,023 I Explicit)

Derek couldn’t really care less that he’s spending his senior year with the students of a “disadvantaged high school” as Devenford Prep is merged with Beacon Hills High. He’s got enough on his mind with securing a lacrosse scholarship and trying to figure out why Stiles, the secretly-kind bad boy he spent all summer with at the country club never bothered to say goodbye.

But then, maybe instead of heated make-out sessions and snarky flirting, he should have bothered to ask Stiles a little more about himself - like his full name, or what school he attended...

(AKA, the Grease AU nobody asked for)

[adhdeeznutz]

A birthday present to myself today. A 50's jock & cheerleader #miraculousladybug AU that nobody asked for 😳. I want to draw them as greasers next. . . . .#ladrien #adrienette #doodle #fanart #adrienagreste #marinettedupaincheng #50sAU

[gh0st-pie-blog]

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

A Rock 'N Roll Kinda Love

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yTja4L

by Sweet82405

1950's Purgatory- The only thing that Nicole cares about is fast cars and rock 'n roll as she goes into her junior year of high school with her best friend Doc. But that all changes when Waverly Earp moves to town..... A very AU story set in the 1950's. No supernatural stuff, no bashing, Purgatory is more like Pleasantville. Greaser Nicole/Sweetheart Waverly.

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Willa Earp, Jeremy Chetri, Chrissy Nedley, Stephanie Jones, Champ Hardy, Perry Crofte, Rosita Bustillos, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Additional Tags: 50sau, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, No problem with gay people, Greaser, Jocks

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yTja4L

[wayhaughtao3feed]

A Rock 'N Roll Kinda Love

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yTja4L

by Sweet82405

1950's Purgatory- The only thing that Nicole cares about is fast cars and rock 'n roll as she goes into her junior year of high school with her best friend Doc. But that all changes when Waverly Earp moves to town..... A very AU story set in the 1950's. No supernatural stuff, no bashing, Purgatory is more like Pleasantville. Greaser Nicole/Sweetheart Waverly.

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Willa Earp, Jeremy Chetri, Chrissy Nedley, Stephanie Jones, Champ Hardy, Perry Crofte, Rosita Bustillos, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Additional Tags: 50sau, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, No problem with gay people, Greaser, Jocks

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yTja4L

[confusedlowblood]

A Jojo and a Kakyoin for my 50's au. I went more realistic in their designs also look at their necklaces uwu - - - - - - - #art #arts #artsy #art🎨 #artist #artistsofinstagram #myart #myartwork #artwork #artworks #doodles #doodlesofinstagram #digital #digitalart #jojo #jojosbizarreadventure #jjba #jojokimiyounabouken #part3 #jojopart3 #jojobizarreadventurestardustcrusaders #stardustcrusaders #jojofanart #jotarokujo #kakyoinnoriaki #jotakak #genderbend #au #50sau #part350sau https://www.instagram.com/p/BswGeByAFBi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19nkdj7f73fbt

[diabolikpersonals]

50sAU x Chaos Lineage: A three way Westside Story AU. Just think about it.

imagine the oranges aggressively finger snapping

[artisticnutcase]

This AU will be the death of me; Rock ‘n’ Roll has so many acrobatic poses it’s awesome~

So, depending on how smooth/clumsy you think Lewis is, this move can end one of two ways... Lewis, please don’t drop your tiny marshmallow girlfriend and don’t fall over

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Greaser stiles and greaser derek are the bomb. Can you hook me up?

Hey bean! I was cranked to clue you in, but word from the bird is that there aren’t that many greaser fics! Ain’t that a bite? Hope it doesn’t rattle your cage too much*. 

*Translation: Hey! I was really excited to tell you about these fics, but the truth is that there aren’t that many! Isn’t that a bummer? Hope you’re not too upset.

(Did I just look up 50s slang like a total odd ball (that means dork)? Yes, yes I did, and I am not ashamed.) 

This fic is the best fit for what you’re looking for: 

We’re One of a Kind (Like Dip Da Dip Da Dip Do Whap De Dobby Do) by orphan_account

(3,565 I Teen I Complete)

Derek is your classic greaser—with a leather jacket, a hot rod, a hot bike, and a duck butt. Genim “Stiles” Stilinski a total fream—he’s too cool to be a poindexter but he’s so far from a cat that Derek almost feels bad for him. All that’s missing in this love story is some oddly perfectly timed musical numbers.

These two might also fit the bill:

Past Lives by darkphoenix1987

(44,244 I Mature I WIP, but possibly abandoned (Noooooooooooooo))

Derek can’t get Stiles off his mind. Peter offers him a solution. He lets Derek and Stiles view their past lives. They learn that even if your body dies, the spirit will never stop loving.

The Great Pretender by talktowater

(45,277 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

Do any followers know of any fics? 

Angsty

[imnotbeingfunny-but]

50s AU - Allan & Melissa

Typical. Allan's friends had disappeared off somewhere, no doubt chasing girls or the possibility of a few paltry packs of cigarettes, and he was left alone on his motorbike, the dull metal glinting in the sun slightly. He leaned against the vehicle where he had left it, clearly in an area where bikes were not allowed to left, and slipped his large black shades over his eyes. A toothpick in his mouth, he chewed on it subconsciously as the sun shone down on the scene. Given the amount of talent - in the way of girls - that could be found around the town's university, it wasn't unlikely for Allan's group of greasers to be seen loitering outside the east gate, their slicked back hair and clouds of smoke singling them out from the average students.

Even alone, Allan's leather jacket and motorcycle put him in a different group, and he basked in the reverent glances he received occasionally from passers by. The young man considered starting up a card game for some extra cash, and subtly shuffled a pack in his lithe fingers, watching the students walk past demurely. He grinned at a pair of young women and they went past, giggling loudly. Maybe he'd pick up a young filly for a ride, if he was lucky.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know any historical fics? Maybe during the war? Thanks :)

Ok, so I’m assuming you’re hoping for Sterek, and the war you mean is World War II? We’re going to give those specifics a go first. There are a few non-WWII fics at the bottom. :) 

These fics all look like a ton of fun, by the way. Also depressing. Mainly depressing, actually…

This is worth fighting for by pollitt

(3,643 I Mature I Complete)

England, 1943.

It’s been six months since Stiles has seen either Derek or Scott, and more than a month since he’s heard from Scott—a quick postcard with a Paris postmark that was light on detail and heavy with secrets.

Goodnight Sweetheart by Godbriel

(9,512 I Mature I Part One of a non-updated, possibly abandoned series) 

The day Stiles gets home he glances at a photograph of his mother and breaks down in tears. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off, hangs up his army uniform, and sits down to read the paper.

where is my bright future by Steamcraft

(currently 13,618 I Mature I WIP) 

au: Derek and Stiles meet at a German camp.

—

“My name…” The boy trails, then grimaces. “Stiles Stilinski.”

Derek’s eyebrows rise. “Stiles. Nickname?”

Stiles nods. “You English, how is it… Butcher.”

That surprises a laugh out of him. Stiles looks startled at the sound, heart racing, before he tentatively smiles.

“You laugh, but its true.”

I’m Only a Man by pancakezrule

(19,637 I Mature I Warning: Major Character Death I Complete)

( Teen Wolf AU plus Holocaust AU )

Werewolves are the super-race, and humans are wanted. They’re to blame for all the problems in the world. War, hunger, sickness, poverty.It’s undoubtably the second Holocaust.The lack of humans is peaceful; the werewolves aren’t complaining. But Derek Hale can’t bring himself to see the positive side of this situation. And when a scrawny little human wiggles his way into Derek’s life, everything gets messed up.The boy is as good as dead.But Derek dreams of stars and fire, and a life that shouldn’t matter to him.

I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclaim

(81,489 I Explicit I Complete)

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

In case you do want some other historical fics, here are a few more fics to try out! They’re all really great reads. 

We’re One of a Kind (Like Dip Da Dip Da Dip Do Whap De Dobby Do) by orphan_account

(3,565 I Teen I Complete I 50s Au)

Derek is your classic greaser—with a leather jacket, a hot rod, a hot bike, and a duck butt. Genim “Stiles” Stilinski a total fream—he’s too cool to be a poindexter but he’s so far from a cat that Derek almost feels bad for him. All that’s missing in this love story is some oddly perfectly timed musical numbers.

Apollo Rising by cofie and Ember

(16,804 I Explicit I WIP, though hasn’t been updated since January I Rome/Gladiator AU)

When Derek is forced into the Gladiator’s ring for the murder of his family, he feels that the Gods have betrayed him; but one senator’s son sees that the man is capable of so much more than violence, and is perhaps the key to helping Stiles’ gain power within the mighty empire.

Moon Chaser by pandabomb

(24,246 I Teen I Complete I Western AU)

“I need to find a wolf,” said the sheriff’s kid, voice full of gusto. Derek set his cigarette in his empty whiskey glass. He let the silence between them settle, though it was drowned already by the band tinkering away by the bar. He waited until the boy was blushing, unsure and tense, before responding, slow and languid: “You found one.”

heart as black as night by thepsychicclaim

(97,724 I Explicit I Complete I 20s AU)

It’s 1924, and Derek Hale is a bootlegger and runs one of the many speakeasies in New York with the help of his Pack. They don’t know, however, that he’s also a hitman for his Uncle Peter, a shady Omega with mafia ties to whom Derek owes a huge debt.

Stiles Stilinski is about to graduate from high school and start working at the docks when he stumbles into the Sour Wolf, a speakeasy with lively music, a glamorous jazz singer, and a certain dark, handsome, and moody bartender that Stiles can’t stop thinking about.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (aka tekla)

(149,179 I Explicit I Complete I Civil War (general) AU)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out of this alive.

Have fun! 

Enjoy the tears,

Angsty