cheddar (brooklyn nine-nine)

“Can I help you?” Chuuya said, not moving from his position or even putting down his phone. (Just because he has to look over the store today doesn’t mean he has to be employee of the month). Dazai pursed his lips. “I .. had a hold on a Centennial copy of Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises but I can’t find it in the back.” “The century copy of who now?” Dazai’s silent groan from earlier came back as an internal scream. Or, Yet Another Soukoku Bookshop College AU, But This Time It’s Written By An English Major

Steve narrowed his eyes. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been set up.” “I would never,” Natasha said, feigning shock. Steve sighed. “God fucking dammit,” he heard someone say and looked up. AKAAn AU in which Steve is still Captain America and Bucky is the unfortunate history professor selected to help him understand those references.

On day one of her junior year at Boston College, Emma makes a fool out of herself in front of the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. She tries not to dwell on it, though – after all, it’s not like the woman is going to end up teaching one of her classes.

Polite, doesn’t know how to use a computer, tucks his shirt into his pants, and has exquisite hygiene. Bucky doesn’t know where this guy came from, but it sure as hell wasn’t Brooklyn.

It's a common story; you meet a tall, dark, and handsome man outside of a club and take him home that night. When he leaves, you don't think you'll ever see him again. A couple of weeks later, you realize you're pregnant. But you only know his name, if that even is his real name: "Dream". What exactly are you going to do now? (title from the song Treehouse by Alex G)

“Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?”And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru. Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.

more reflections post-oxford.

In many ways, Dean has a good life—a spacious house in the Shenandoah Valley, the thriving farm he inherited from his late father, a devoted brother who lives only an hour and a half away. But he’s missing the one thing he wants most of all: someone he can take care of and build a life with. Or, as Sam would put it, someone to cook for. He figures finding The One isn’t something he can make happen. But the cooking blog his Instagram followers have been clamoring for? He can do that. And if flirting with the nerdy far-left activist who found his food pictures brings in more engagement to his culinary creations…well, he tells himself that it’s all part of the social media game.

Sherlock decides it is time that he lost his pesky virginity, and decides to start experimenting. John (I-Am-Not-Gay) Watson may have just met his match: a virginal, curious, and lustful Sherlock Holmes.

“I am waiting,” Gawain said, trembling afresh, “for your answer.” Bertilak draped the girdle aside casually, looking Gawain square in the eyes. “I have given it,” he said steadily. “This pleases me, Gawain.” The knight flinched at the sound of his name, though not in fear. His apprehension had begun to fade, drifting like smoke to the high-arched ceiling. “Then you were not serious downstairs when—” “I am rarely serious,” Bertilak said, and smiled.

A tug at [Gawain's] sleeve returned him to earth again, tumbling him out of his thoughts. "Like you this chapel?" asked the lord, too loudly, slapping the pew with a smile. "Yes," said Gawain, glancing once more at the altar. "Truly, I stand in amazement." "Come, then, you and your amazement both," replied the lord, "and sit."

Even Snape can be bad at keeping secrets sometimes...

The title says it all this is for your daily dose of Sabriel.

The Great War changed everything for Charles Xavier. Now he limps through life, lost and adrift in a world he no longer recognises. Then there is Erik, harsh, elusive, enigmatic Erik. He is everything Charles wants and everything he can't have. A servant, a German, a Jew and, of course, a man. There is another reason Charles can't have him but he won't discover it until far, far too late. WARNING: I have tagged Problematic rather than Unhappy Ending, however, many (all?) readers may find the ending unhappy. Don't read if you can't take heartbreak. UPDATE: Tagged it as Unhappy now . . . sigh.

In concluding, you are telling me that you would like to make this story faithful, I am telling you exactly what I feel, and somehow I think what we are saying is the same. That is a foolproof ending sentence. Love (and that is repetition, which is important for dull readers), Alex

Gabriel seeks help from Crowley after he's injured in a fight

It lies buried beneath the trees, cracked, its two halves barely touching. One day, when a team of scholars with tools pries it from shady, earthy oblivion, they will remark upon its brokenness in hushed, hopeful tones. Next, they will remark upon its whiteness, and someone in the company who cannot dig, but who is there because she knows the words, will say that west and slightly south lies a tomb carved of the same brightness: a sarcophagus for two, unsplit and unopened. With great strain, she will take the heavy halves in her hands and pray. Wind will rush in from the sea, down the passes: the memory of a blade. And the stone, pieces fitted, will catch the lamp's flame in the sun.

“I wanted to see you!” she cried in a sudden frenzy. “I wanted to see you but I didn’t so I hid in the Special Class block because I was scared! Look at you! This is you! On the path… on the path! You know, I was saying the parable of the Sower to myself just now, before the major came into my room? I was! I was! And then I was saying it as I crossed the courtyard to your barrack! Why did I come here? I don’t know! Rodya, dear Rodion Romanych… Saint!… why are you so ashamed?”

Felix is nervous asking Calhoun to trust him, but finds he shouldn't have been.

Ford is stubborn about getting care for his illness, so Stan uses his secret weapon.

Ford thinks only of helping Stan recover, while Stan only wants to help Ford recover.