#i know for a fact that if sterek had been a m/f couple they would have pursued it. at least once. at least like one drunken kiss

[inyoursheets]

Fanfiction reader asks: 3, 4, 27 for a fandom other than Good Girls

hiiii

Have you ever assumed you wouldn't like a fic and then read it and been very wrong?

yeah! i never thought id be into historical AUs but @fairhairedkings made me a believer. those fics make me swoon!!

Have you ever assumed you wouldn't like a fic and then read it and been very right?

yeah. it’s happened

REC A FIC

oh god um okay let’s see...

..ok so i just went through my bookmarks and bc ive deleted my old ao3 and only made a new one when i got into good girls, there’s very little from my past fandoms there. many non good girls fics that were still in my bookmarks have sadly been deleted since, but if memory serves right, this sterek fic was pretty fun

“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek's head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building's efforts to matchmake them.

When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22

it’s been years since i read this but idk i liked it a lot at the time! something about the whole magical house situation was both ridiculous and hilarious. i never expected to enjoy this trope but it worked very well, it was so funny. and hot. it kinda reminds me of @sothischickshe’s neighbors!fic, but more ridiculous thanks to the magical elements. so if youre into sterek, smut, the sentient house trope with a side of found family (bc if i recall correctly they worked in many of the characters as residents of the apartment in a nice way), this might be the fic for you

thank you!!! fic reader asks??

[kenzieam]

Phoenix Rising - Chapter 11 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (violence/swearing/smut :p)

Genre: General/Drama/Angst

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Finally, another chapter…thanks for your patience, I hope you find this chapter worth the wait!

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“Fox-” Eric murmured, his voice husky.

Fox rolled her hips again and purred low in his ear, “yeah, baby?”

“I like your physio sessions way more.” Eric grinned into Fox’s throat as she threw back her head and laughed.

Dropping her head, Fox grew serious again, “me too.”

Eric’s private hospital suite had a large jetted tub and Fox had hit on the idea of ‘hydrotherapy’ to help Eric regain more strength in his muscles. It was really just an excuse to make love in the hot tub, and Fox was pretty sure Eric’s main nurse, Millie, knew exactly what they were up to, but she was pretty Dauntless for an Erudite and hadn’t ratted them out; in fact Fox was actually pretty sure she played interference and kept other staff from walking in on them.

Eric groaned low, his lips brushing Fox’s shoulder-blades. Fox rolled her hips hard and was rewarded with another deep growl vibrating through Eric’s chest, his arms tightening around her. His lips moved to Fox’s throat and he nipped her hard, his hands caressing Fox’s slick breasts before trailing down to her swollen abdomen, the skin stretched tight. Fox’s belly made it easier for her to ride Eric reverse, her back to his chest, but Fox found she loved this position too, for the unparalleled access it gave Eric to caress her new curves. His groans and soft grunts in her ear sent tingles through her body and Fox felt herself getting close. She dropped her head back on Eric’s shoulder and moaned, clenching her inner muscles around him and Eric groaned again, his chest rumbling against Fox’s back.

“Fuck baby,” he mumbled, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Eric-” Fox whispered, her voice trembling.

“Let go baby, come for me,” Eric breathed, nipping Fox’s pulse point and Fox exploded, crying out as waves of pleasure overtook her. She felt Eric tense beneath her, then relax and release as well, groaning deeply in her ear, mumbling curses mixed in with her name. His arms banded tight around Fox as he panted in her throat, his chest heaving against her back. After a long, quiet moment Fox, still quivering with aftershocks, finally found the energy to speak. Tipping her head to rest against Eric’s she murmured.

“Nerve sensation getting better?”

Eric answered without lifting his head from the crook of her neck. “Yeah, less pins and needles all the time.”

“Good,” Fox murmured, turning her head more to nuzzle against Eric’s ear. He purred happily and squeezed her a little tighter.

“Your arm control is way better.”

“Your physio is helping,” Eric replied with a grin, tracing Fox’s ear with his tongue. Fox felt him twitch and begin to harden again inside her and she grinned.

“Your stamina is better too.”

“Yeah baby…all you,” Eric breathed. After a long moment he raised his head and groaned. Fox lifted her head and followed his line of sight. She sighed.

“Boring physio time,” Eric muttered, helping Fox to stand, hissing quietly as she pulled free of his cock. Fox quickly exited the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. Dropping another towel on the floor to avoid slips, Fox almost held her arms out to help Eric if he needed it; a few days ago, yes; now, no. Although still weak and unsteady, Eric was stubborn in accepting too much help and, after butting heads with him a few times about it, Fox had given in, waiting nearby instead to help instead. My stubborn ass, my stubborn Dauntless man. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Eric startled awake, unsure what had awoken him. The first thing he noticed was that Fox wasn’t curled beside him and he sat up, or tried to sit up. His body wouldn’t respond, his legs gone; strong bands held him down and Eric’s heart began to race. What the- AHHHHHH! White hot pain shot through him, taking his breath away. He couldn’t feel his legs, couldn’t even tell if they were still attached to him and he couldn’t lift his head to check. But the pain, FUCK, the pain!

It felt like rusty barbwire was wrapped around him, pulling and ripping, it felt like his chest had been torn open and red hot coals dumped into the gaping cavity. Rusty teeth gnashed at his spine and ground it to powder. Eric tried to scream and felt a plastic tube in his mouth, blocking his voice, half-choking him. Panic raced coldly through him, his heart threatened to stop in it’s fear. Fox, FOX?!  Baby, where are you ! His mind screamed. Eric felt tears burn his skin. What the fuck is happening to me?! I CAN’T FUCKING MOVE!! FOX!!! Tears of misery and terror clouded his vision, his muscles locked in a agonizing convulsion; everything below his chest was frighteningly numb. Eyes rolling, Eric desperately searched for Fox, his sanity began to slip, stolen by shock and agony; no one could withstand this, cracks appeared in his mind, his brain began to shut down in horror, withdrawing itself for protection from the torture Eric’s body was experiencing-

“Eric?”

Hands grabbed him. A strangled, garbled scream finally loosening from his throat. He could move, his trapped body finally free, he launched himself forward, away from the bed, away from the pain-

“Eric!”

Eric’s eyes snapped open, Fox was inches from him, shouting his name. Eric’s convulsive thrash almost threw her from the bed but Eric instinctively grabbed at her upper arms, yanking her back.

“F-Fox?” He gasped, shuddering. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he groaned.

“It’s okay, calm down baby,” Fox murmured, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his trembling lips. Shaking, Eric locked eyes with Fox, desperate for reassurance. His chest heaved and his hands twitched spasmodically on her arms. Fox rubbed her thumbs in reassuring circles on his deltoid muscles.

“Eric, you’re safe, it was a just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare,” Eric whispered, collapsing bonelessly back onto the bed. Breathing heavily he forced his hands to relax from around Fox’s arms. He’d grabbed her hard, it would surely leave bruises.

Fox stroked Eric’s hair back from his forehead and, with a wince, lay down beside him. Her hand rested over Eric’s heart, feeling it race in his chest. They lay silent for several minutes, until Eric muttered.

“I hurt you…I grabbed you.”

“I’m fine,” Fox traced gentle circles on Eric’s bare chest. “I’ve had nightmares too, I know how bad they get.”

“You’re bruising,” Eric moaned, fingers lightly brushing Fox’s biceps, where dark bruises were already blooming.

Fox trailed her hand up to Eric’s jaw and guided his mouth to hers. He pressed his lips to hers feverishly; sweat shone on his face and his heart finally began to slow. The nurses knew by now to stay away when Eric woke up screaming from a nightmare, Fox was the only one that could get through to him in that state, and he would cling to her afterwards, for hours, until he fell back asleep. Eric hated himself for hurting Fox as he woke up, thrashing and disoriented, but Fox refused to leave, knowing Eric needed her against him to sleep anymore; in truth, Fox couldn’t sleep unless she was in Eric’s arms either.

“Shhh, go back to sleep baby,” Fox soothed as Eric’s tears wet her cheeks and his body shuddered against her. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Eric’s mobility increased daily, and so did his cabin fever. He was restless, frustrated and wanted to go home; and Fox couldn’t blame him. Erudite was downright boring compared to Dauntless, no wonder Eric transferred. Fox’s belly grew everyday too, but fortunately Eric now had enough control of his limbs to resume his massages on her lower back. The strange nerve sensations, tingling and numbness were improving, but Eric needed to return almost to his physical peak before going back to Dauntless; the nature of his injuries had been kept secret by Max, and so too much numbness or weakened coordination would invite unwanted gossip and speculation. If too many council or faction members decided that Eric was no longer physically suited to Dauntless, he could lose his leadership position, be exiled or found in the chasm one day, pushed to his death.

Fox’s appointments became weekly affairs, multiples never lasted full-term and with the stress of the last weeks, coupled with Fox’s traumatic miscarriage from before, gave her doctor cause to worry Fox would deliver early, even for twins. Therefore, as per doctor’s orders, Fox reluctantly spent most of her time in bed, or reclined in a chair; while Eric spent less and less time in both, working feverishly to regain his pre-accident fitness level before the babies made their debut. The physiotherapist had given up long ago on trying to regulate Eric, and instead provided suggestions for new exercises and therapies to work on. The nightmares continued, but lessened each night until Eric would only jolt awake beside Fox, breathing hard for awhile before snuggling back down beside her, curling his hand over hers.

Eric was working so hard, and was so focused on his goal that Fox was reluctant to complain about the increasing level of discomfort she felt. Eric’s boys were rambunctious, one more so than the other, and they fought each other and moved constantly. Fox’s cramps had returned, and while she’d told the doctor, she didn’t tell Eric; reasoning that he had enough to worry about. The doctor was concerned enough to warn Fox to contact him if the pain got worse, and stressed bed rest. The only relief she felt was with Eric, when he massaged her back with skillful fingers; when he pulled her against him, hands roaming over her body, lips caressing her throat, entering her slowly and groaning in her ear.

Finally, finally, the day came that Eric was recovered enough to return home. Erudite lacked the training areas of Dauntless, and so Eric could only go so far here. To see Eric walking around, sitting or standing, you wouldn’t believe that just weeks ago he had been near death, comatose and a quadriplegic; only if he tried to spar, or run, exercise or train did it become obvious that Eric wasn’t 100%. Max arranged for private training sessions with Four and Will to help Eric, they were easy enough to explain away as being needed for the broken legs Eric had suffered, not the broken back. It was hard to decide who was more exited to go home, Eric was typically closed-mouth to everyone but Fox about his true feelings, and Fox, although excited, was also apprehensive. They were leaving the hospital, what if Eric’s weakness returned, what if being back in the warrior faction made Eric push himself too hard and he re-injured himself? What if the twins came early?

Eric noticed Fox’s anxiety, and pulled her to him. “What’s wrong, aren’t you happy we’re going home?”

“Just worried,” Fox mumbled. Eric tilted up her chin and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. Resting his forehead to hers he asked softly.

“About the babies, or me?”

“Both….that you’ll get hurt again….and that the twins will come early, there’ll be problems-”

Eric clicked his tongue,“ I think we’ve had enough problems, surely the universe is going to give us a break?” His tone was light even though his eyes were concerned and Fox exhaled, pushing her worries down. Dauntless didn’t worry, they attacked their fears. She lifted her head and smiled.

“Ready to go?”

“Fuck yeah.” Eric grinned, grabbing his duffel bag.

Max had sent a truck to pick them up and bring them home. Eric and Fox sat in the backseat, Eric gazing contemplatively out the window while Fox drowsed on his shoulder. A particularly hard kick made her jump, but Fox was so used to it by now she remained sleeping. Eric rested his hand tenderly against her stomach and murmured to his babies.

“You two give your mama a break. She needs to sleep.” He smiled when a small push answered him.

Too soon, they arrived. Part of Eric wished the trip had taken longer, he hadn’t missed Fox’s broken sleep these last few days, and his constant nightmares hadn’t helped either, she’s seemed to really relax in the truck just now; but part of Eric was itching to go home. A smaller but vocal part of him, a part he refused to acknowledge, shared Fox’s anxiety about re-injury, but Eric stubbornly ignored it. There was no fanfare when they arrived, Four met them and quietly escorted them to their apartment. Eric insisted Fox have a nap while he and Four checked out the apartment they’d been assigned on the family side, and she fell into bed almost instantly.

“She’s exhausted,” Four noted mildly as they walked shoulder to shoulder down the corridor.

“She worries,” Eric mumbled.

“You did give us a hell of a scare man. For awhile I thought Fox was going to be a widow.”

Eric shuddered, he thought about that enough, didn’t need to be reminded of it.

The apartment they’d been assigned was spacious but minimally furnished, as was the Dauntless way. Eric, Four and Will would move all their belongings over tomorrow while Fox relaxed with Tris and Christina and, barring any problems, Eric and Fox would be sleeping in their new apartment by tomorrow night. Cribs were already set up in the nursery and the walls were painted Dauntless grey.

Fox was still asleep when Eric returned later, and he curled against her with a contented sigh, resting his hand on her belly, where one of the twins pushed gently back. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Fox groaned low in discomfort and rose to her feet to walk around. They had been home for awhile now, and the twins were due in seven weeks. Fox knew they wouldn’t stay in there that long, and was immensely relieved. She was stuck mostly in the apartment now, ordered by both the doctor and Eric to ‘take it easy’ and she was bored to tears.

Eric had returned to work, only to get buried under a mountain of paperwork, and trained regularly with Four, Will, Uriah and Zeke in the evenings to get back in fighting trim. He still experienced strange pins and needles, but they were infrequent and short-lived; Fox could tell when an episode hit him, he would absently shake his hand, or hit at his thigh to scatter the numbness, flexing his fingers or bending his knee back and forth until the sensation left. He wasn’t home nearly as often as he or Fox wanted, but Eric was determined to prove that he was still one of Dauntless’ top leaders. He would pull Fox to him as soon as he walked through the door every night, and Fox would shriek and demand he shower first, since he’d usually come from a training session and was dripping in sweat.

Fox had set the nursery to rights, and had stacks of clothes washed and ready for the twins. The double cribs came with double rocking chairs and Fox had caught Eric rocking in one of the chairs a few nights ago, a wistful smile on his face. She moved to these clothes now, there was a small pile that still needed to be folded and put away. Fox held up the first article, a tiny black onesie with 'Daddy’s little Warrior’ printed on the front and smirked. Her baby shower had been held a few days ago, and she’d been buried in gifts for the boys. They were now well-stocked in absolutely anything a baby might need and Fox had laughed out loud at Eric’s face when he and Four had crashed the shower near the end and he’d seen the stack of opened gifts at Fox’s side.

Setting the folded onesie down, Fox picked up a second, then felt a curious trickle. She glanced down, mouth opening in shock as a gush of liquid flowed over her feet, splashing onto the floor. Fox’s heart began to pound, her water had just broken, the twins were coming, and it was too soon.