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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 2

Welp! It seems there are link and tag limits? Who knew? Not this newb 😂😂 When I said that I've read so many good fanfics, I really meant it. Again, below the cut is a continuation of the list of some of my fave Pedro character fanfics that I've read on this site - ones I think about and revisit often. These are all fics I should have/would have reblogged if only I wasn't so weirdly nervous about it; in 2024 we will muster up some courage and reblog (it will be slow, probably, but I promise I will be trying!). This is a good time for me to also say that one of the reasons I am motivated to step out of my comfort zone on this is because of the genuine joy every comment/reblog/like has brought me this year as a new writer - thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the kind reception on anything I have ever posted. 🥹 ilysm 😘

Anyways, we press forward (Part 1 of Rent Free PPCU fics can be found here):

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian (Bodyguard!Din x Royalty!Reader)

All Mine by @mellowswriting (Possessive!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Narcissus by @bits-and-babs (Armour/mirror sex)

Looking out for you by @beskarandblasters (Jealous!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Cherry Liqueur by @decembermidnight (Reader teases Mando in public)

Breaking in the New House by @beskarandblasters (I love Husband!Din and Wife!Reader fics)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Sweet Dreams by @javiscigarette (Javi can't sleep)

Phone Sex...amiright? by @tightjeansjavi (Reader calls Javi at work)

Sharing is Caring by @ezrasversion (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

The Saint, the Sinner, and the Devil by @joelsgirl (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, DBF Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

MIA by @itsharleystuff (Jealous!Javi with Undercover!Reader)

Surprising Javi P with a Lingerie Set by @swiftispunk

Not here...not now by @gracieispunk (Reader visits Javi at work)

Bunny by @whatsnewalycat (Sex Phone Operator!Reader; Part 2 is great too!)

Ease by @javiscigarette (Javi takes care of Reader after a bad day)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Say It Right, Peeping Neighbour, and Right Place, Right Time by @chaotic-mystery (All the DBF and BFD fics are amazing; these are my fave)

Quickie by @joelscruff (This falls in the middle of the Boyfriend's Dad series, but it's the first one I read and I was hooked!)

That Funny Feeling by @bluebeary-jay (Joel loves pet names 🥹)

I've Got Lust on My Tongue by @itgetsdark-x (Bratty reader a la Maddy Perez)

The Babysitter, Part 1 by @proxima-writes (There's a Part 2 as well!)

Under the Table by @toxicanonymity (A lot of good Joelkemons, but Speakeasy is a classic and maybe my fave?)

Online Friends, Sticking it to the PTA, and Caught Sunbathing by @walkintotheriveranddisappear (All of Emma's Joel fics are really hot [honestly you can't go wrong], but these are my faves)

Late Night Smoke by @bettercallwillow (Dbf smoking. sigh)

Calling Joel Daddy by @inkedells (I honestly love it when authors bold the dirty talk 🤭)

Gimme What I Want and In the Next Room by @atticrissfinch (The masterlist is some of the hottest Joel fic, if I may say so; these are my faves)

An Open Window by @velvetmud (Joel being a peeping tom; I also always hope for a sequel to this one!)

Crave by @toxic-seduction (Part 2; Reader finds Joel in the QZ)

Good Luck Charm by @javiscigarette (Joel watches the football game)

Ravish by @psychedelic-ink (Webcam Model!Reader; Part 2 is also incredible!)

I Know it When I see It by @bageldaddy (Pornstars!Joel and Readers. This series has me and everyone else, I think, in a chokehold. Reading, as well, the writer's thoughts and feelings about the porn industry and the care put into the characters is such a joy and makes the fic that much more rich)

Chaser series by @livingemkayde (Nanny!Reader and a love triangle; not finished but so good I'm happy to wait forever)

Right my Wrongs by @chloeangelic (Father in Law!Joel)

In A Feud with Her Neighbour by @proxima-writes (Read this delicious fic and the bonus scenes will be the icing on top)

Kiss and Tell by @toxic-seduction (Stepdad!Joel and mom goes away for the weekend)

Peaches and Cream by @javiscigarette (Joel buys reader peaches)

Didn't Cha Know by @chloeangelic (The Joel Reader has been pining for is her boyfriend's brother)

Gif to breakup the text block:

Camgirl by @phuckinphia (Another Camgirl but this time she's Sarah's friend 🫣)

The Right Wrong Number by @proxima-writes (Sarah's soccer coach!Reader)

Nightmares by @fruispunk (QZ!Reader has nightmares that Joel hears and mistakens for something else)

Damage Done by @bluebeary-jay (Joel accidentally triggers Reader; mind the tags. Heavy angst, heavy topic that is beautifully written)

Yes, Mr. Miller by pedropascallme (Babysitter!Reader, Part 2 Thank You, Mr. Miller is also excellent)

How Long series by @gracieheartspedro (Link is to Part 1; series is complete and wonderfully hot and emotional. Reader's boyfriend Tommy is a cheat😢)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Fictional Death by @psychedelic-ink (Frankie comforts Reader)

Well Fed by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (Frankie is HAPPY 🥹)

Forest Ranger AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (I'm not an outdoorsy person but this AU makes me wish I was)

It's Always the Quiet Ones by @thot-of-khonshu (Frankie surprises Reader)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Kinktober 2022 - Breeding by @moralesispunk (Guard!Pero and Royalty!Reader)

Bodily Exchange by @absurdthirst (Mafia AU!Pero and daughter of mafia boss Reader)

Damnation or Salvation by @absurdthirst (Pero is sent to retrieve Reader)

Dying Wish by @absurdthirst (Pero makes Reader's father a promise; okay at this point, just all of Keri's Pero fics 🤭)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Beat Poetry on Amphetamines by @psychedelic-ink (Marcus comes home hurt)

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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

🥰🥰🥰 thank you babs!! i really appreciate it <333

this is actually very easy for me, since i only have five fics on ao3 lol. that being said, i can now advertise them all hehe

you're everything, my perception of love

kinnporsche the series, vegas/pete, oneshot, rated t, 3.8k

simple summary: pete doesn't safeword when he should have and drops, but vegas is able to help him and they work through things together <3 featuring shibari as a calming mechanism, mild angst, and post-canon hurt/comfort

this was my first fic on ao3 and the first time i'd written for a long time, and it's still one that i'm really proud of 🥹 i was pretty nervous to post it but i actually think it's pretty good. also fairly self-indulgent if we're being real lol

i'll water you carefree, i'll rise you up high as the sun

kinnporsche the series, vegas/pete, oneshot, rated t, 2.8k

simple summary: post-canon vegas grows a garden and has feelings about it. featuring food as a metaphor for love and vegas mom lore (sorely needed)

pure brainrot that i tried my best to work into a character study lol. can't take credit for the concept whatsoever but i wanted to write my own take on the gardener vegas agenda and this was it!

just a ghost in your eye

dexter, dexter & brian, oneshot, rated m, 1.8k

simple summary: just dexter being introspective about his brother and his future. we love a vibes-based fic in this household!

shocked myself by not only writing more than two fics, but writing one for a separate fandom haha. just goes to show that murderous brothers with a complicated bond will always have my heart

in your dreams (i'm all you see)

kinnporsche the series, vegas/pete, multichapter, rated e, 8.5k

simple summary: vegas suggests somno stuff one day, pete agrees, and then it escalates from there, aka sleep deprivation leading to more somno stuff

i wrote this for nevertheless/nev_longbottom, my beloved bestie, as part of the hedgehog server winter exchange of 2023 :) definitely my biggest fic accomplishment yet, since i had neither attempted smut nor a multichaptered work before, but i am very proud of how it turned out! also just very fun to let these two be as unhinged as possible lol

found my place in a twisted rib cage

kinnporsche the series, vegas/pete/macau, oneshot, rated e, 9.9k

simple summary: macau gets home one night and walks in on vegas and pete having a Moment, with pete in subspace...... and then it all goes down (figuratively and literally)

shared most of this via bursts of 2am inspiration with my dear discord besties and was beyond taken aback that it became fully realized 😭 but yet another work that i am proud of! hopped aboard the smut express and promptly crashed into the incest ravine. if you will. might even become a series?? who knowssss

[docheros]

the chapter of some well thought slow burn fic

listen i love them. if i had the capacity for long fics, this would be a slow burn. but i'm not good, so it's just one chapter. enjoy!

comments/rbs are appreciated :] taglist: @glass-trash-bab @the-pastel-kitsune @uhhbeans @dapperstein @inky-scientist

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At times like that, Stacy wished she'd spent a little more on that bigger sofa.

Squeezed in the corner of it, Isabelle in the middle and Chase on the other side, her gaze flickered between her daughter, the cartoon on TV, and the man's restless leg.

Has it been a bad idea? Did he want nothing more to do with his daughter?

No. That didn't seem like Chase — and neither did seem like Stacy, since when was she so anxious? —. Maybe he was nervous, more than she was at that moment. Like it or not, the divorce had been his fault, and now there he was, three years later, on the tiny sofa in her new apartment, watching SpongeBob SquarePants with his family.

“Family,” Stacy repeated internally. That word scared her, but also... excited her.

How confused she was.

She thought about getting up, offer Chase a juice, maybe make some snacks. As if they really were a normal family. As if that was a normal afternoon for them, watching TV with their daughter, eating something, putting her to sleep later…

But before she snapped out of her dream state and actually get up, Isabelle decided to break the silence.

— Do you have a girlfriend? A boyfriend? A goldfish?

Chase's eyes widened at the speed of the questions — or rather, statements — the girl did about his life. He scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to respond.

— Well, I... I have Jackie.

— Is she your friend? Girlfriend? Friend with benefits?

— He is a dude.

— Well — Isabelle huffed, impatient with her father's slow answers — boyfriend, then? Boy friends with benefits?

— I... give him a ride, sometimes? — She scowled, crossing her little arms.

— I'm not liking this story.

Stacy watched her out of the corner of her eye, apart of this father-daughter interrogation, but mortified with embarrassment. Isa hadn't seen her father since she was four, and the first thing she'd ask him was his relationship status?

This was very much Kiyoko's doing. Stacy wasn't that shameless when asking stuff.

(But she was curious to know if Chase was still single. Points to Isabelle, I guess.)

The man just smiled, impressed with his daughter's intelligence, and ruffled her dark hair.

— Little miss, where did you learn these things?

— Mom's diary — her mother finally stared at her, her mouth open — it said you had a new partner every week — she announced, turning her attention to the TV again.

Chase blushed slightly, smiling nervously.

— Huh?

— Did you read my old diary? — the woman asked, genuinely disturbed. Was it possible that she couldn't keep a secret, even if old, to herself in that house?

— She was down for you, like, baaad.

Brody's brows arched at that statement. Something inside him lit; hope to get back with Stacy? A twinge of ego from knowing she was crushing really hard on him? Maybe both. He looked up at his ex-wife, who was frowning at a giggly Isa.

— ISABELLE!

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— It was a great day — he smiled, putting his hands in the pockets of his thick coat, standing outside the house — thanks for the invitation!

— It's nothing, and I'm sorry if she embarrassed you or something, she just... —she laughed low, playing with her hair — like that, sometimes.

— Stacy, you don't need to apologize. I'm her… — he lowered his voice and head — …dad.

She stared at him, and he stared back at her. His blue-gray eyes maintained the same brightness, despite the very apparent dark circles. The green part of his hair was starting to fade, but...

It didn't make him look bad.

— Oh, yeah, it's… — she found herself staring at his lips, and forced a cough — …habit, it's habit, you know? Sorry, nothing personal.

A heavy silence appeared between them. Snow was starting to fall, and just thinking about a storm and having to shelter her ex-husband in her new home sent a chill running up her spine.

— So, um...can you… go, now? I have to, uh... get ready for bed, you know.

— Oh, oh right, sorry. Em… Happy holidays!

— Thanks, you too!

She waited for him to get in the car and start it to finally lock the door. After a minute of silence, taking a deep breath and calming her heart, she turned and saw Isabelle standing behind her, staring at her with those slightly too big eyes — she'd gotten that from Chase.

— Isa? shouldn't you be in bed?

— Do you love him?

The question woke Stacy's heart again, against her will and logical mind.

— What?

— Do you love dad?

— No, I... Why the question?

— I saw your face — she smiled — Those were some loving gazes.

— Isa, you… — she raised her hand, waving it in the air and closing her eyes — you have school tomorrow, you were supposed to be in bed half an hour ago.

[ghosthouses27]

Walk The Red Carpet

Summary: Techno and Dream get invited to a thing and proceed to fangirl

(warning: shenanigans and the writing quality slowly deteriorates but don't mind that-)

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"Aww that sucks," Sapnap whined, making a pouty face. "Will we be able to watch though?"

"Yeah I'm sure you will," Dream reassured, glancing back at his letter. "I don't see why they would do a big tournament without filming it for clout."

"Don't be sound so down Sapnap," Bad chided. "This is a big opportunity for Dream, we should be happy!"

Sapnap sighed, leaning against his hand. "Yeah I know, I just wish we could do it with him too..."

"What'd you say it was called again?" George asked, tilting his head. "Something like the legendary tournament?"

Dream flicked his letter onto the table so the three could read it. "The Tournament of Legends," he replied. "It's kinda like Minecraft Monday but like, better." He gestured his hand vaguely.

Bad glanced at the letter and his eyes widened. "Oh this!"

Dream raised an eyebrow. "You've heard about it?"

"Yeah! Techno was telling me and Skeppy about it!" He sat up and grabbed the paper. "It's also all over twitter, bunch of big minecrafters are gonna be in it apparently."

"Ohhhh so that's what Sparklez was vague-posting about," Sapnap commented.

"Wait, Captain Sparklez is gonna be there?" Dream's eyes widened and he leaned forward in his seat. "Do you know any of the other contestants? Er, besides Techno and Sparkles of course."

Sapnap rested his head in his arms, staring up at Dream with tired eyes. "Dunno really who they were but Antvenom, Skydoesminecraft, DanTDM, some other big shots."

"I think iBallisticsquid's gonna be in it," George commented, leaning against the wall. "You know, the one Techno was with in Minecraft Monday? And Stampy's friend? Yeah I think I saw him talking about it on twitter."

Bad looked up from the letter. "Oh gosh, he's really good," the shorter mumbled. "I mean, he and Techno won Minecraft Monday! Maybe he's even better than you Dream," he added in a teasing tone.

Dream groaned and leaned his elbows on the table, shoving his face into his hands. "Wouldn't be surprised honestly..." he muttered. "Only reason Techno didn't completely dominate MCM is because they kept giving him crap teammates; if him and Squid actually won then he's gotta be crazy good..."

Sapnap gave an amused hum. "Back in the old days when Techno actually go along with squids," he mused, gaining a chuckle from Bad.

"Don't worry Dream, I'm sure you'll do great," George reassured.

"It's not that I'm worried about!" Dream groaned again and banged his head on the table, folding his arms on top. "I'm gonna have to compete with what, minecraft legends?! I can't do that! That's like kicking your own role model!"

Bad's expression changed to concern and he sat down next to Dream. "If you're really nervous Dream, maybe you could call Techno about it," he suggested, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe some smack talk'll calm ya down," Sapnap said, his voice slightly muffled by his arms.

"Yeah maybe," Dream agreed, wearily lifting his head. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the number, leaning against his arm.

"Hello?" Techno's typical monotone voice said from the other side.

"Hey Techno," Dream sighed. "Could I like, talk you about the tournament thing? I'm hella stressed about it."

There was silence for a moment before Techno spoke again. "Honestly same." There was a distant yell in background Dream couldn't make out and Techno yelled back, "Wilbur shut up I'm on the phone."

Dream chuckled. "Tell Wilbur I said hi."

"SUCK IT GREEN BOY!" Wilbur's voice screeched in the background.

Techno audibly sighed over the line, making Dream wheeze. "Anyway, you were saying about the tournament?" he asked. "Tommy was yelling about DanTDM or someone joining which isn't helping my stress much."

"Same, Sapnap and George and Bad told me the same." Dream sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "It sounds like there's gonna be like every big league minecrafter there... Although, I heard Ballistic Squid was gonna in it so at least you know one person."

"Oh! Preston's gonna be there too!" Bad added from the side. "PrestonPlayz? Skeppy's friends with him!"

"Oh god Preston," Techno muttered from the other side. "He's way too energetic for my liking."

"Well at least there's another person we know," Dream muttered. "Or uh, kinda know."

"I think half of the people are gonna be from Minecraft Monday, so I don't know how much they're gonna like me..."

"They'll like you just fine," Dream reassured, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm sure this'll be way better than MCM, I mean I feel like anything's better than Keemstar at this point." He chuckled.

Techno sighed again. "Yeah maybe," he said. "I'm praying they do or else the whole tournament might be a bit awkward for me."

"DID I HEAR KEEMSTAR?!" Wilbur's voice yelled in the background.

"WILBUR SHUT UP!"

"KEEMSTAR CAN SUCK IT!"

"WILBUR I SAID SHUT UP I'M ON THE PHONE!"

"OOOOH WHO YA TALKING TO?!" Tommy's voice yelled.

Techno groaned and facepalmed. "Sorry Dream," he grumbled. "Can I call you back in a bit? I gotta go beat two nerds."

Dream wheezed. "Yeah sure man. See ya."

"See ya."

The line clicked dead and Dream shoved his phone back into his pocket, leaning against his hand again.

"Any reassurance?" Bad asked with a soft smile. "I heard some uh, yelling...?"

"Yeah, Wilbur and Tommy were yelling in the background."

"Noisy child," George mumbled, making Dream wheeze.

Sapnap raised his head. "Wait when's the thing again?" he asked.

Bad glanced at the letter on the table. "Uhhh, next week I think," he said, nudging his glasses back up. "Oh that's actually pretty soon. You can go to the arena thing before the even though so that's good."

"Wait can we go see the arena?" Sapnap asked, jolting up in his seat. "Like right now? I wanna see it right now that sounds cool okay let's go-"

"SAPNAP!" George yelped at the raven-haired who was starting to get ahead of himself.

"We could go see!" Bad suggested. He glanced over at Dream who had gone back to idly staring at the letter. "You wanna go Dream? Maybe It'll calm your nerves to go outside?"

"Yeah sure whatever..."

The group swiftly left to the server IP and was greeted with what look like a campsite overgrown with vines and tall trees. Sapnap almost immediately slammed into a tree but Bad thankfully yanked him back in time.

"You can't stay out of trouble for one minute," George chided, giving him a glare.

"It's not my fault they put so many trees in the spawn area!" Sapnap exclaimed, elbowing him in the ribs and glaring back.

"It's your fault for running into them."

"I SPAWNED IN ONE WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"TO NOT SPAWN IN ONE!"

"WELL TELL ME HOW TO DO THAT MISTER MASTER CODER!"

"Guys!" Dream stepped between them, glancing at both with a warning glare. "We just got here, don't cause a scene."

"Yet," Sapnap muttered, earning a hard nudge from George.

"Uh, hello?" a voice said. A red-head in a black and gray striped sweater stepped out from behind the thick cluster of trees, untangling his gold "Z" necklace from some leaves. "Oh hey there. You guys must be part of the tournament right?"

"Actually it's just him," George replied, gesturing to Dream who smiled nervously. "We're just his friends."

There was a crash behind the red-head and a yelp. "WHY'RE THERE SO MANY TREES?!" someone yelled, another crash follow their words. "NO ONE NEEDS THIS MUCH OXYGEN!"

The red-head stared blankly at the trees, not even trying to help whoever had clearly crashed into something. "You better be joking Ross or I swear."

A man in a gray hoodie stumbled out from the undergrowth, twigs tangled in his scarf and glasses in his hand. He turned to the red-head, putting his glasses back on and shaking some of the leaves out of his silver hair. "Well there's like... five people here-"

"Six."

"Six people here, so we only need like six trees."

The red-head shook his head and sighed. "I swear to fucking god Ross..."

"Oh hey!" Ross glanced over at the Dream Team and Bad who were watching their argument. "Max there's other people!"

"Yeah I can see that," Max replied in a sarcastic tone that could rival Techno's. "Hi, I'm Max or Mithzan. That's Ross."

"Yourpalross reporting for duty!" Ross exclaimed, making a hasty salute.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Bad, that's George, that's Sapnap, and that's Dream!" Bad introduced, gesturing to each of them as he listed them off. "Dream's the only one who's actually supposed to be here though."

Max looked the blond up and down, and smirked. "So we're gonna be competing with you," he commented. "You look a bit... hard of seeing but alright."

"Oh uh this?" Dream gestured to his mask. "No I can see just fine, it doesn't like, actually really do anything."

"You kinda look like slenderman," Ross commented, still picking twigs out of his silver hair.

"Actually yeah you kinda do," Sapnap added, turning to Dream and squinting. "I think it's the height."

"HEYYYYYY!"

Dream had no time to react as a girl with long black hair jumped down from the trees, completely knocking over Max and making them both collapse on the ground.

"JESS!" Max shoved the girl off and scrambled to his feet, brushing leaf mulch from his sweater.

The girl laughed, a bright smile on her face. "Ohhh, sorry Max but I had to cushion my fall!" she explained, taking Ross' hand and getting to her feet. "You understand right?"

Max glared at her. "NO I DON'T FUCKING "UNDERSTAND" YOU JUST FUCKING JUMPED ON ME!"

"Oh! Hello fellow competitors!" the girl exclaimed, waving at the group. "I'm Aphmau! Or Aph, or Jess, whatever works!"

"Are you okay?" Bad asked worriedly to Max who was still grumbling to himself.

"Yeah yeah," Max muttered.

"Hey did you know there's a portal room?" Aphmau pointed to one part of the cluster of trees. "Over there is like, a hallway with a bunch of portals! They're like nether portals but in rainbow colors!"

Ross looked up from fidgeting with his scarf. "Oh yeah I saw those earlier. They looked like they got dipped in skittles."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Max snapped, turning to glare at him.

"You didn't ask!"

George glanced over in the direction Aphmau had pointed it. "Should we go check it out?"

"Sure," Sapnap shrugged. "Better than standing around doing nothing."

The group headed over and found a hallway that looked similar to the Minecraft Storymode portal room. Ross almost immediately ran into the first portal, Jess barreling after him and shoving Max through as well.

"Guys there're signs," Bad said, pointing to the wooden signs hung above each portal. "They went through... the spleef one but there's a lot of others!"

"Oh hey there's parkour!" Sapnap bounded over to the pink portal with an orange frame and eagerly stepped in.

The portal flashed white and he was shoved back from it, the portal rippling like the ocean. Sapnap frowned and turned to the green portal beside it, sticking his arm straight through it. It flashed white as well and he was pushed away once more.

"What the hell? I can't go in!"

George raised an eyebrow suspiciously and reached out to touch the orange and pink. The same thing happened to him and he was pushed back into Bad, nearly knocking both of them over.

"Ah! Careful George!" Bad yelped. "What the fudge happened?!"

"I don't know!" George glanced back at the portals which rippled tauntingly in front of him. "Maybe we can't go in yet? But that doesn't make sense because the Jess and her friends went in-"

Dream stepped forward and cautiously pressed his hand through green portal. He flashed green for a moment and then disappeared from view of his friends. His vision went white and faded as quickly as it came, his feet crunching on the gravel suddenly below him.

Shading his eyes with one hand, he glanced up to see a pile of chest in front of him, surrounded by gravel and rocky ground. A blond in a dark blue hat with ear flaps stumbled by and fell at his feet, wood axe resting against him.

He stared at Dream and gave him an apologetic smile. "Oops! Sorry mate!" he said with a british accent even more distinct than George's. "Didn't see you there!"

"Sorry!" a brunette in an orange cat-eared hoodie called, waving over at Dream with a stone sword in his hand. Dream recognized them almost immediately but didn't say a word about it.

"Uh, it's fine," he said awkwardly, stepping backwards to let the man stand back up. "I just spawned in anyways."

"Ah, so that's why I didn't see ya!"

Dream nodded and backed away, scurrying as far as could away from the other players without looking suspicious. He was also desperately trying to not have a nervous breakdown on the spot. He pulled out his communicator and quickly pulled up Discord, immediately calling his friends.

"Dream?!" George's panicked voice immediately flooded through his earpiece. "Where are you?! Are you okay?!"

"Dream where the hell did you go?!" Sapnap's voice practically screamed, making Dream wince and turn down the volume.

"Guys calm down I'm fine," Dream assured, silently thankful that no one around him could hear their yells. "I got just got teleported. I think these portals are for the tournament's games 'cause this looks like Hunger Games."

"Well the portal's sign did say Hunger Games," Bad piped up, giggling slightly.

He heard George audibly sigh. "God you're such an idiot- whatever, at least you're okay."

"Are you playing a round or something?" Sapnap asked.

"No I'm just kinda standing here. Some people are sparing though."

Bad gave a small hum. "Oh who?"

Dream hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well I think it's Squid, like iBallisticSquid, and uh... Stampylongnose...?" His voice went high at the end in a questioning tone but he knew it was because he just didn't want to believe it.

The call went silent until George spoke up. "A-are you sure...?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah I think so..." Dream muttered, glancing back at the duo who weren't really sparring but instead messing around. "I hope I'm wrong though..."

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

just full on bodies you with a semi NEW FIC JUST DROPPED BABES

we are leaving cute high school world and entering pain town. this story will have mentions of self harm and suicidal ideation. Please take care of yourselves and don't engage if that sort of content is triggering to you. (be nice to yourselves, i love you)

The worst year of his life starts out the same as so many good days, it almost makes him dizzy to think back on. He feels, later, that a start to this much torment, this painful, should have begun completely fucking miserable, but it had been just any other day. It starts the same way so many days before it starts. His eyes open. He’s in his bedroom, in his bed, like normal. He’s staring up at his black ceiling, wrapped up in his bedspread. His phone buzzes, and he groans, reaches for it, scans messages. A good morning from Barbara, an unread goodnight from Adam, a text from that talent agency that there was something they could use his voice for. He throws back his blankets, rubs sleep from his eyes, and dresses.

In high school his uniform had been an oversized striped hoodie, but for his birthday a few years ago, Charles had bought him several nice dress pants, suit jackets, and collared shirts, and he’d sort of settled into that as his new everyday. He likes how he looks, because this shit is expensive, custom, made to fit his more generous frame, and both his partners always say he looks handsome in a jacket and tie. (Sometimes Barbara yanks him around by the tie. Sometimes Adam snaps his suspenders.) And besides, his dad had taken his preferences into consideration, because all the pieces he’d been gifted had that pattern he was drawn to, thick black and white stripes that absolutely stand out in a crowd. He dresses quickly, throws on his suit jacket over his pinstriped shirt. He adjusts his tie, and gives a grin. Too many teeth, too sharp, and he waves a hand in front of his mouth, and tries again. Human teeth. There we go, B-Man. He lifts his legs, not especially in the mood to walk, and begins to make his way downstairs, for breakfast. He passes by Lydia’s room, and considers harassing his sister, but he remembers how bad he needed his Saturday sleep-ins at fifteen, and takes pity on her, floating past her door silently.

His father, always an early riser, is already in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee, and Betelgeuse lets his feet hit the floor, so that his heeled boots clack against the kitchen tile.

Charles knows the sound, doesn’t even turn around. “Morning, BJ. Any plans for today?”

His relaxed, not exactly actively working lifestyle is not his dad’s favorite, but he’s got a long time, a lot longer than any other person, to work a job. He's just enjoying the time he gets with all his favorite breathers, before he doesn’t have it anymore. At least, that’s always been his excuse. It's not that he can't find work, or that he’s unhirable to a normal job, it’s that he’s trying to enjoy life. Obviously.

But there's good news this morning.

“Got a text from th’ agency. Some voice work,” he grunts. His insanely gravely voice is not always in high demand, but it's been getting some attention lately, mostly because the last commercial he did voice over for, he had to sing, and the request for more of that has been promising. The big goal is some acting gig, on stage, preferably, but he’d take TV, too. He loves the attention, he loves the rush, he loves entertaining. Unfortunately he’s got a demonic aura that makes breathers nervous on principle. He knows if he could just get a break, he’d have a lot to give… but he’s maybe not working on getting that break as hard as he could be.

“Very nice,” Charles finally turns, and smiles, clearly approving. He sets a cup of coffee in front of his son, and BJ glances at it. “Be a pal and wake your mother up?” “This early? On a Saturday?” He squints. “You tryna take me out via Emily attack?” “We’ve got that check up to go to,” Charles says. “I don’t want to be late.”

He shrugs, takes the cup, and vanishes from sight, appearing upstairs, next to his mother. Emily is still wrapped in the bedsheets, snoring lightly, but he knows the trick to rousing her. The coffee cup is waved around her nose, allowing the aroma to hit her senses, and, eyes still closed, she reaches for it. He pulls the cup back.

“Come on, ma,” he scratches gently at her scalp. “Time to get up.” “Coffeeeee,” she groans, reaching at it blindly again, and he grins, and walks backwards, setting the coffee on the dresser, across the room. “Coffee’s over here, Deetzy,” he tells her, and she finally cracks an eye open, and groans. “Evil. Evil son.” “Yup,” he agrees, easily. “Come on. Chuck says you got some appointments to keep.” His mother groans, and kicks back the sheets, before standing.

He’d been twelve, and herself only about thirty when she’d found him, and now, ten years later, at 40, her age is showing, a little. She’s been growing in gray hair for the past few years, and it hasn’t taken over her natural sunshine yellow, but it’s becoming a bit more noticeable, and the slight lines forming around her mouth and eyes are a new addition to her features. Chuck’s aging in much the same way, but with fewer laugh lines. The hair at his father’s temples is going gray, and if he really looks, he can see the beginnings of salt and pepper in his father’s beard. He doesn’t like looking for it, though, and doesn't like the feeling gnawing in his guts at seeing his parents age. If he had his way, they’d stay frozen in time, the way he probably will. Demons don’t age, past a certain point, and he’s pretty sure he’ll be hitting it, soon enough.

He watches his mother shuffle across the floor, and claim her prize of coffee. She takes a long sip, and then groans. “I don’t want to go to the doctor,” she complains to him, and he pats her shoulder. “I know, ma,” he gives her a very sympathetic smile. “But you gotta. Or Chuckles will throw a fit. It’s just a check up, right? No biggie.” She rubs at her temple, and winces. “Getting old sucks,” she tells him. “I’ve been having the worst headaches, recently.”

When they make it back downstairs, Chuck's got breakfast going, and Lydia is sipping her own coffee. Black, like her heart, she always says. He passes her by and ruffles that mop of long blonde hair. “Beetle breath,” she greets him, as he takes a plate from Charles, and sits to eat.

The voice over work isn't as big a deal as he was hoping. He adjusts his tie, fiddles with the collar of his pinstripe dress shirt, and steps out of the booth. “Fuckin’ peanuts,” he complains, and his agent just shrugs. “Gotta start small, BJ. We need someone to do some crooning for this other comercial, some car sale, or something. You feel like playing Sinatra for a bit?”

Not especially, but he does it anyway, and then meets Adam and Barbara for lunch. Adam’s taking classes for business management, and he’s just about done. He wants to take over his grandpa’s hardware store, outside of the city. Way outside, actually, in some little town in Connecticut. They’ve got shared plans, shared dreams, and all of it hinges on this little store in this little town. BJ isn’t too worried. His boyfriend’s hobbies come and go, but Adam really, really enjoys woodworking, and getting to own a place like that sounds like getting to own his own playground.

Barbara, meanwhile, is stuck in clerical work, which she finds mind numbingly dull, but it's a steady paycheck, and it’s afforded her a ticket out of her dad’s place, so that’s something. She and Adam share a tiny studio apartment in Queens, and for all the time Betelgeuse spends there, he might as well live there, too. But three people in a studio isn’t any of their idea of a good time. Speaking of…

“I was on zillow, today,” Adam starts, and he and Barbara lean over with varying degrees of interest, as Adam shows them his phone. It’s a house, predictably, but a nice one. Old fashioned, and a little creeping looking. He likes it.

“She’s a bit of a fixer upper,” he says, admiring the house. “But the price is right, and look at all this character. Classic Queen Anne, with the original crown molding! Tons of space, lots of room for the three of us.” “Maybe a forth,” Barbara smiles brightly, and he matches her enthusiasm. She’s wanted to be a mom since he’s known her, six pretty amazing years, and while a lot has changed in that time, her maternal desire is as strong as ever.

“Maybe a fifth,” BJ grins, wiggling his eyebrows at her, and she flushes. “One from each of my boys.” She agrees, and she reaches across the table, for his hand, which he gives her. Adam takes her other hand, and they’re lost in that fantasy for a moment. He’s not actually sure he can give her what she wants, since he’s not exactly human, but Adam can, at least. And he gets to be part of it. Goddamn, he’s lucky.

“So? Tell us about this commercial you just did!” Adam smiles at him.

“S’not a big deal, just some radio ad,” He tells them, but he’s flattered that they’re always overly enthusiastic about his bit parts. “I heard you on the radio in the office, a few days ago!” Barbara remembers. “My coworkers couldn’t believe that was your real voice! You make such a good villain.” Of course he does. He keeps the smile on, because he knows Babs, knows that she means it in the sweetest, most lovey dovey way possible, but he’s never going to play the hero, because no hero sounds like a demon. He can’t get in his head about this, not right now. Not when the weather’s so nice, and he’s sitting across from the people he loves the most.

“I am the villain, babes,” he grins at her, and stands, leaning over to kiss and rub his stubble into her neck, until laughing, she pushes him away.

“Maybe you should come to the office with me, tomorrow,” Chuck says, over dinner. BJ resists the urge to stab himself through the eye with his fork. “M’not that into real estate, pop,” he tells him, and Emily smiles. “You know BJ’s an artist.” “I just think if he gave it a try,” Charles says, looking to his wife. “That he’d excel at it. I mean, good lord, all real estate is, is making deals and fast talking. He’s built for that sort of thing.” Betelgeuse grimaces. “But then I’d have to spend any amount of time around your coworkers, an’ those other big money creeps.” “Those big money creeps write the checks that paid for this house, BJ,” Chuck reminds him.

“I’ll be sure to send Maxie Dean a fruit basket.”

“Skip the fruit, just send that freak ass a basket of snakes,” Lydia says, and he grins. “Do not do that.” “Psh. Whatever, dad,” he pitches his voice into a teenage whine, and his father gives a dry smile in return. “So, that doctor appointment?” Lydia looks to Emily, and their mother smiles. “Got some scans done, no biggie. Checkups just suck. I’ve been having those migraines, recently, but the doctor didn’t seem to think it was a big deal.”

He’s staring down at his mother, in hospice, and those words echo around his mind. No big deal. The doctor didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. Just a couple migraines. Just some dizziness. Just some nausea. Just a tumor. Just another breather’s life, coming to an end.

Her bedroom is dark. The curtains are drawn. He’s sitting to her left, Lydia dozing to her right, and Emily is sleeping, dozing lightly. Chuck’s talking to the nurse in the hall. The last twelve months are a blur. He can’t remember individual days, can only remember when those test results came back. He remembers, vaguely, holding her hand during treatments. But there’s nothing any breather alive can do about the tumor, about the placement of it. At least she’s at home, at least she’s laying in her own bed. At least she’s not stuck in the hospital. Her sun colored hair is gone. Her smile is gone. That mischievous glint in her eyes is gone. All Emily does is sleep. All they can do is wait. read the rest of this chapter, plus the second one i couldn't help but post, over here, on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/32243065/chapters/79911316

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ABO 

Alpha Harry / Omega Louis

🌕 Where You Lay by HamPalpert (86k)

When Louis’s upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates’ best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

🌕 Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups (31k)

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?” (Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

🌕 falling into you by stylinsoncity (143k)

In the grand scheme of adolescence and boyhood, Harry was still working himself out, so far with little luck. But four things he could say for certain: 1) he'd been at the top of his class all through primary and secondary school, 2) he was the shittiest alpha to ever walk the earth, 3) Liam Payne never let him forget it, and 4) he’d been in love with this boy, Louis Tomlinson, ever since he was fifteen years old.

🌕 i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry (83k)

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

🌕 Strawberries & Cigarettes by dimpled_halo (74k)

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

*

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

🌕 Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by angelichl (13k)

"He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O."

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen. Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

🌕 Cold Little Heart by seducedbycurls (194k)

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

🌕 Symphony Hall Series by HelloAmHere @helloamhere  (137k)

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that’s the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🌕 Pray for some Sweet Simplicity by delsicle (237k)

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

🌕 As Deep as the Sky by swallowsmateforlife (12k)

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make.

🌕 You Burn With the Brightest Flame by sarcasticfluentry (34k)

Harry frowns, thinking that he shouldn’t have to be glad about what gender he is, just like omegas shouldn’t have to be scared and nervous that anyone they meet might want to hurt them. He wonders why none of this occurred to him before, how he possibly could’ve just sailed through life before this without realizing how fortunate he was being born a beta. That seems a bit too serious of a conversation for Simon Cowell’s waiting room, though, so Harry puts an arm around Louis’s shoulders and teases, “You say that like you’re old or something. Two years isn’t that big of a difference!”

“Tell me that when you’re eighteen and looking back on this conversation,” Louis says.

“Well that’s - that’s different, isn’t it? We could be anywhere in two years, we could be famous.

”Louis’s eyes light up, his smile widening. “You think so?”

…or, the X-Factor Era A/B/O fic.

🌕 Swim In The Smoke by whoknows (101k)

 “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively. Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. “Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

🌕 With Love Comes Strange Currencies by mediaville (16k) 

One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this. or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

🌕 Mr. Tomlinson by iwillpaintasongforlou (4k)

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He’s also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome.

🌕 If Anyone Knew by StarFar (50k)

Harry’s a young alpha who’s strangely gentle. Louis’ an omega who’s strangely protective. Being the only ones in the band who aren’t betas they automatically empathise with each other and decide that it’s their job to look after each other.

Or Harry and Louis through the early One Direction years in an a/b/o universe.

🌕 Settle Down With Me by ItsLivvvy (12k)

I have always loved him, Louis. I will always love him. From childhood till the day we part.

OR

When Louis and Harry slowly fall in love from childhood forward and build their dream together.

🌕 Cameras Flashing by juliusschmidt (81k)

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

🌕  Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by @allwaswell16 (15k)

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him–and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and…

Alpha Louis / Omega Harry

🌕 Stars Will Align For Us by 2tiedships2 (15k)

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

🌕 But Please, Don't Bite by shyserious (122k)

"Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus."

🌕 wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by (orphan_account) (16k)

Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.

This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.

(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)

🌕 lemon eyes by turnyourankle (50k)

It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?

🌕 hard to confess by hereforlou (24k)

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry. (Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

🌕 Drunk on Rose Water by brainwaves (9k)

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

🌕 The Beast You’ve Made of Me by ashtarok/ orphan_account (4k)

The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and thick, crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully tickled his senses. Harry’s eyes slowly slid up to see the source of this wonderful scent, and his breath was taken away at the sex god before him, all muscled and compact and utterly screaming of Alpha. Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off by sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and caramel hair, which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead. His skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly visible even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry’s being stood at full alert. The one where Harry’s a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

🌕 The Bond That Can't Be Broken by louisgrindsonharry (10k)

Louis’ an alpha and Harry’s an omega. They never really stood a chance.

🌕 Between the Shadow and the Soul by MiniMangaFan/ orphan_account (6k)

“It’s just easier to stay in Donny and train, Haz,” Louis says quietly. “Two transatlantic flights in less than a week right before a big match is a terrible idea. We should have known that before, but...”

Harry nods. It’s reasonable. It’s totally, completely reasonable and Harry can support that. Another five or six days of not being able to hold Louis’ hand and kiss him sweetly is killing Harry, but he can handle it. “Okay, so that’s, what, the 20th that you’ll be coming over here?”

Louis hesitates, and Harry has to bite back a frustrated growl. “I’ve got writing sessions and time in the studio scheduled as of yesterday, plus I’m supposed to get papped clubbing in London again and just… it’s shit but there’s no time to make the trip until early May, at the least.”

Or, Harry and Louis spend a month apart.

🌕 Let’s Embrace The Point Of No Return by sweaterpawstyles (6k)

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Or

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

🌕 All These Lights by MediaWhore (34k)

“People vote for alphas because they’re strong and they’re not only beautiful but also mesmerizing. They make you want to give them all of your attention, make you want to beg for some of theirs back. They’re shiny, oozing sex appeal and a commanding presence, and people always want more and more. Omegas are enticing too for sure, but it’s not the same. It makes people uncomfortable. It doesn’t make them want to root for you.”the canon fic where Harry is an omega and dreams come with a price.

🌕 resolutions and lovers in the kitchen by MarchieTheHare/orphan_account (10k)

Their dinner’s probably going cold, but this feels monumental. So instead of sitting them down on the table and talking about it face to face over chicken and pasta, Harry just puts his hands over Louis’ where they’re settled on his lower stomach, not letting the moment slip past them. He takes a deep breath, carefully arranging his thoughts. “She looks really lovely, Louis. Positively glowing. Her bump’s so big, and…” he trails off, breath hitching slightly when Louis lifts his hand higher, settling it right over Harry’s stomach, and that’s—

“And what, baby?” Louis asks, voice now dropped to a whisper, and Harry has to take a moment to collect his thoughts.

“She, um. She knows about you, of course, and she asked me when we’re—when we’re having a baby of our own.”

(harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.)

🌕 i’ll be hurt from the heat (running from the heat) by itiswhatitisbutterfly (11k)

It’s engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It’s just, he didn’t count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself.

(Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can’t be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it’s them against the world.) 

Alpha Harry / Alpha Louis

🌕 No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by allwaswell16 (17k)

There’s never been anyone for Harry but Louis. He had always thought their love would last forever, despite society’s pressures on an alpha/alpha relationship. When Louis breaks up with him and moves to Chicago, he’s suddenly left behind to pick up the pieces of the life they once shared. Instead of moving on, he finds reasons to keep Louis in his life and in the process begins to piece together what went wrong.

Or an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

🌕 Alpha Seeking Alpha by jaerie (3k)

Maybe it's taboo, but Louis can't stop thinking about a strong alpha holding him down and filling him with a knot. Louis may be alpha himself yet there's a corner of the internet where he can get what he wants. He finally has the courage to do it.

🌕 Cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by 14hrflight (22k)

Louis still has his eyes on the bill when he barges into Harry’s room without knocking because he doesn’t want to get evicted and the smell hits him first.

It’s overly sweet and unnatural, and his stomach drops because it smells like an omega. Louis eyes widen and he looks up and - Harry’s on his hands and knees, a half spilled bottle of synthetic omega slick next to him and a huge, knotted dildo pressing into his hole. Harry’s face is flushed and he looks fucked-out and -

“I’m sorry!” Louis squeaks out and quickly backtracks, face red, because he wasn’t supposed to see that and Harry’s an alpha but he - Louis isn’t going to judge him.

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Louis is an alpha and so is Harry, but Louis helps him through his rut anyway.

🌕 swimming in a champagne sea by delsicle (16k)

Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Omega Harry / Omega Louis

🌕 A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver by objectlesson (10k) @horsegirlharry

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

🌕 Even Your Honey Dew by objectlesson (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

[shsldepressedlesbian]

Jesus Christ please tell me mORE about these characters I only know three things about them but I’m invested

hahhshahha im glad people wanna hear about them,, ok here we go, character info dump:

like i mentioned in a previous ask, the characters were created using sets of nine images, and thus they went through a certain degree of changes, though not all of them

if anyone wants to see me make the fic,, then i just might do it-

heres funfacts about the characters, cause as i noted before, i lovv them all very much:

Yuuki Mori, Ultimate Wedding Planner

Likes: bubblegum, streamers

Dislikes: wooly sweaters, dodgeball

D.O.B: October 12

Height: 5'1" 

- the protag girl,,

- for the most part, a very friendly and hyperactive gurl

- always carries around bubblegum with her

- her interesting in wedding planning stems from her grandmothers encouragement, as well as having many relatives, and thus shes attended a lot of weddings in her life

- neat freak

- surprisingly athletic

- social!! but shes a little judgemental of people

- would never intentionally insult anyone outloud

- incredibly persistent

- also has a very sharp memory and eye due to her job as a wedding planner, which helps with investigating

- avoids conflict if she can

- not hard to convince

- trans and bi, like all dangan protags are suppose to be

- smells like bubblegum flavored cake and lavender

Emica Abiko, Ultimate Student Council

Likes: blank paper, lavender

Dislikes: deadlines in general, decaf

D.O.B: May 25

Height: 5'5"

- the mom friend

- tries to be as friendly as possible but shes this close to snapping

- is surviving on pure will and caffeine

- orderly

- has a strong sense of responsibility and leadership

- her dad is actually the principal of the school, which is the whole reason why shes student president in the first place. because of this, she doesnt really believe she deserves a spot in the school

- ambivert

- 'takahashi PLEASE put that down-'

- smells like vanilla coffee and stress

Arata Abe, Ultimate Historian

Likes: globes, sunshine

Dislikes: tiny dogs, flat earthers

D.O.B: June 14

Height: 5'7"

- a classy man

- very curious

- and nosey

- writes everything down in his trusty notebook, which helps with investigations

- doesnt just study japanese history. hes interested in the past of almost all countries

- very neutral on almost everything, doesnt have many opinions of his own

- but one thing he does have a strong opinion on is hating hetalia (who doesnt?)

- dresses like a victorian

- acts like he hasnt had a social interaction with a human being in years

- smells like old books and cats

Mitsuo Nakashima, Ultimate ???

Likes: dark rooms, wifi

Dislikes: confusing websites, superstitions

D.O.B: December 25

Height: 5’6”

- has not slept in a week but its fine

- very insistent on keeping secrets

- not even his classmates know who he or his talent is

- chooses not to tell anyone his talent (for some reason)

- does not believe in luck. at all

- for a tired guy who has no sense of left or right, hes pretty cocky

- probably has a tragic backstory

- spends most time locked in a dark room

- will fall asleep in a random hallway

- it might be the fatigue and coffee talking, but hes surprisingly intelligent

- smells like dirty laundry and ramen

Asuka Ando, Ultimate Student Council Treasurer

Likes: jewelry, mythology

Dislikes: delinquents, air horns

D.O.B: January 11

Height: 5’8”

- that one blonde chick in every slasher

- very cocky because of her position

- convincing and manipulative

- also good with management as you would expect from a treasurer

- was a math whiz in middle school

- despite acting in control, shes very reliant on emica telling her what to do

- hides behind bigger people

- collector of jewelry

- smells like chokingly sweet perfume and bleach

Manabu Ueda, Ultimate Astrogeologist

Likes: tea, stargazing

Dislikes: broken glass, slime

D.O.B: October 25

Height: 5’8”

- a polite boi, admirable

- more or less on the quiet side, tho he can and does step in to say stuff, and he does enjoy conversation

- his talent is something he grew from his own ambitions, but rather, it was more of a family line thing. he still does enjoy astrogeology though, which is why he chose to continue it even when he got a chance to study something different

- as you would expect from the ultimate astrogeologist, he contains many facts about space hes willing to share

- compliments others pretty often if we’re being real here, overall more of an optimistic realist

- however, even then, hes more of a ‘act first ask questions later’ type of guy as well

- a bit on the vain side?? very proud of his looks

- is very attracted to women who can beat him up-

- smells like expensive perfume and moondust

Seiichi Miyamoto, Ultimate Slam Poet

Likes: ink, protests

Dislikes: alcohol, peer pressure

D.O.B: August 26

Height: 5’5”

- best boy

- despite having the public image of a very loud and passionate young man, in person hes a lot more quiet and polite

- very good with voice shifting

- pulls at his tie when hes nervous; because of this, its always loose around his neck

- was the rep of his class

- slam poetry is a form of venting for him

- has strong opinions

- cares more about others health then his own

- not shy, just very nervous

- smells like nature and scented markers

Tamotsu Fujimoto, Ultimate Tomb Guide

Likes: sand, the heat

Dislikes: slippery ice, pens

D.O.B: November 19

Height: 6’4”

- the dad friend

- has known masa since they were kids(they met in a hospital), and thus they are very close friends

- mature but also laid back

- gives good hugs

- muscular

- wasnt actually born in japan, but grew up in it for the most part

- his parents were archaeologists, and they traveled alot. he was always particularly interested in the history of egypt, rather than becoming an archaeologist like his parents originally wanted him to be

- strong sense of justice

- usually believes in redemption

- acts as a form of transportation for the others when their tired, especially masa and satoru

- smells like tropical drinks and stuffy places

Kamiko Yamasaki, Ultimate Tapestry Seamstress

Likes: luck charms, quiet

Dislikes: being the main subject of attention, jumpscares

D.O.B: March 13

Height: 5’3”

- babey

- grew up in a superstitious household

- believes that she has terrible luck and uses everything bad that has ever happened to her as proof

- because of her supposed bad luck, she spent a lot of time locked in her house, sewing tapestries as a way of keeping busy, before being invited to sailing integrity

- has a good eye and knowledge of fabrics

- has a whole collection of sunhats. sadly, she only brought two different ones for the cruise trip(not like she was expecting more than a weeks stay hhshshs)

- has a large family

- has many bandaids on her fingers due to accidentally pricking herself on sewing needles multiple times

- interested in folklore

- very apologetic

- has a low sense of self esteem

- because of her ‘bad luck’, she blames a lot of bad stuff on herself, even if it doesnt even involve her

- sensitive

- grows quickly attached to others

- likes to stay close to anything that she believes would bring her ‘good luck’

- smells like sunflowers and dirt

Kenta Inoue, Ultimate Parkourer

Likes: sneakers, tetris

Dislikes: being told what to do, stuck up people

D.O.B: February 17

Height: 6’3”

- angrey boy

- incredibly short tempered

- no one remembers seeing him ever smile

- healthy parent relationships? whats that??

- will stomp curb you

- easy to get flustered up, though he wouldnt admit it

- will not stop until hes defied gravity

- defining feature is his allstar sneakers

- smells like varying cologne and sexual frustration

Chieko Endo, Ultimate Chemist

Likes: friendly gambling, working out

Dislikes: romance stories, people coming up from behind her

D.O.B: January 2

Height: 6’0”

- the intelligent one

- serious and calm, keeps a clear head

- a true neutral

- has mastered the art of poker faces

- apathetic

- has a strong dislike of romantic things

- sharp minded

- surprisingly agile and athletic

- can recite the periodic table from the top of her head

- is always looking above the tip of her glasses

- no one: chieko: *anime glasses gleam*

- chieko, to seiichi: ‘ah, so your the twink’

- so edge, such cool

- smells like roses and melted wax

Masa Shibata, Ultimate Dream Interpreter

Likes: fiction, horoscopes

Dislikes: spiky rocks, flashlights

D.O.B: December 31

Height: 5’11”

- mythic bab

- tries to act all mysterious and wise but sometimes accidently slips and reveals she really is just a normal teenager who spends way too much time on tumblr

- has known tamotsu since they were kids(they met in a hospital), and thus they are very close friends

- actually spent a lot of time in the hospital as a kid 

- very blunt

- not good with human emotions at ALL

- not good at picturing stuff, will draw and whatever ends up on the page will -genuinely either impress or surprise her

- a little lazy if you will

- very interested in horoscopes

- holds grudges

- tamotsu translates her weird way of speaking a lot

- knows like fifty ways to get to sleep immediately

- instead of saying ‘good morning’, she asks ‘how was your dreams?’ to people

- keeps a dream journal, not for herself, but for everyone else

- smells like clean warm laundry and sheep

Fumiko Ogawa, Ultimate Lucky Student (or Blackjack Player)

Likes: the color red, praise

Dislikes: trivia facts, strip poker

D.O.B: July 3

Height: 5’9”

- has more of a gambler aura rather then a lucky student aura

- very proud of herself

- soaks up praise and compliments like a sponge

- a family girl, especially looks up to her older brother

- an attention seeker

- knows how to get what she wants

- doesnt really like the title of ultimate lucky student which is why she goes by ultimate blackjack player

- is actually not even a fan of talent schools??

- dresses like a 1940s stage dancer

- smells like raspberries and cash

Kohaku Ono, Ultimate Murder Mystery Novelist

Likes: horror movies, plot twists

Dislikes: overdone tropes, being looked up to

D.O.B: May 9

Height: 6'3"

- a polite bab

- very honest

- handy in investigating due to their knowledge and imagination

- has very low self esteem

- considers themself a borderline 'villan', despite doing their hardest to be nice to everyone

- warns everyone about themself, but characters who were in the same class as them have just gotten use to it

- very uncomfortable with praise and being called a 'role model'

- helps others to their best ability

- compares many situations to varying books, including their own

- unintentionally ominous

- writes using a typewriter rather then a computer or laptop

- smells like peppermint and typewriter ink

Aika Kouki, Ultimate Vintage Collector

Likes: buttons, dial up phones

Dislikes: being ignored, boredom

D.O.B: August 10

Height: 5'5"

- would and will add 'chan' to the end of everyones names

- grew up in a family that was very about keeping things 'old fashioned'

- resents the term 'boomer'

- talks like a 2000s teen

- very energetic and cheerful

- uses old fashioned slang often

- 'thats wack, brosiki'

- expresses interest in being other people

- very praising of others, often talking how 'jealous' she is of them

- overall very positive

- she and yuuki have known each other since grade school, even though they arent paticularly super close friends

- watched a lot of sailor moon as a kid

- modern tech impresses her more then it should

- smells like 1950 perfume and the outdoors

Satoru Takahashi, Ultimate Marine Biologist

Likes: sea otters, the water

Dislikes: his height, fish nets

D.O.B: December 5

Height: 4'8"

- its the tiny boi

- would unironically threaten your kneecaps

- is very sad about not seeing any marine animals during their cruise

- is insecure about his height but wont admit it

- often asks taller, stronger people to carry him on their shoulders(kenta refuses, but tamotsu is fine with it)

- very bold

- says whatever comes to his mind

- it started out as a joke, but he probably has a tentacle kink-

- adventurous young lad

- usually very friendly, but not hesitant to call out what he feels is bullshit

- calls kenta, mitsuo, and chieko 'edgelords'

- spaces out a lot

- smells like salt water and wet fur

Usagi Shimizu, Ultimate Runaway/Explorer

Likes: the forest, music

Dislikes: closed in spaces, car lights

D.O.B: September 1

Height: 5'4"

- very quiet

- has had many foster parents

- technically, shes listed as the ultimate explorer in the academy, but everyone refers to her talent as 'ultimate runaway' due to her reputation

- shy, but can be loud if she wants to

- surprisingly smart when asked questions

- usually calm, but it isnt hard to get her riled up

- everyone expects her to be some sort of delinquent due to her history of running away from her many homes, but really shes basically the opposite

- usually goes with whatever everyone agrees to

- takes many pictures of nature, and posts them to social media

- blushy

- smells like bushes and granola bars

[klancebb2017-blog]

A33: Where the Dream Takes You

by CocoPbblez

Accompanied with art by Elidanus

Summary;;

Keith is a linguist who has spent his whole life studying Atlantis. He's read every book ever published about it, researched every artifact tied into it, even learned the damn language. If only someone would listen to him and give him the opportunity he's been waiting for. Little did he know, that opportunity was coming a lot sooner than he thought.

Loosely based of the movie Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

Tags: Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Nonbinary Pidge (Voltron), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Atlantis: The Lost Empire Fusion, Altean Lance (Voltron), Human Keith (Voltron), Fluff and Angst, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Not much of a Slow Burn tbh, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Keith is an awkward and nervous bab who doesn't know what he's doing, Blood and Injury, cursing, Allergic reaction, VERY loosely based off the movie      

Fic || Art    

[amarietie]

Blind Date AU or set-in-canon SorMik fics? Writing or Lineart/Drawing? How you write Mikleo vs. how you write Sorey?

Oh boy, well you know how to pick the hard questions, too.My feelings on Blind Date vs in-canon are a bit strange: in-canon is in some ways easier, whereas Blind Date occasionally makes me nervous because pretty much the whole plot is just them being in a relationship??? Which is very different from what I'm used to writing for longer pieces. But probably Blind Date cuz it is still sort of my baby/fluff dumpWriting is what I'm good at, for certain. I do occasional like to draw, and I would love to be good at it, but that urge strikes rarely. And, it still does come down to writing even then, because most of why I'd want to draw is so I can illustrate bits of my fics (My absolute dream would be to do a mini-comic strip of the proposal from Storms in Our Blood. Will it happen? Not likely)I do love writing both of the babs but I'd have to say Sorey. He's a sap, I'm a sap, you see where I'm going with this...Thanks so much @neodiji the sweetest

[therepairdepot]

Omfg Snacker always scared me shitless as a bab—he was already scary in the Cove but he hAD TO SHOW UP IN RUSTY BUCKET BAY TOO???? CMON MAn does Piper ever interact with him?

I dunno if it was intentional, but it definitely exists! :O Thankfully it’s rare now (apparently flashbacks will explode fuel tanks so that’s accurate too) but still something that’s possible. Usually it comes from holding the torch too close to things and the flame literally goes backwards (but again there’s valves that protect torches against that now—whether Weldar has one or not now is something only he knows...

OMG PLEASE SHARE YOUR RABBIT BRO?? My rabbit bro Jarvis is a nervous wreck but he’s doing his best. I need to draw him a reference like I did Kevin, cuz he ended up in my fic too. :000

I’m not really sure why he prefers being a welding torch—at first he was like KEVIN PLEASE KILL ME but once he figures out how to Be Weldar he’s like “yeah this is p cool”. I think it gives him a sense of purpose that he never really had as a person—now though he is Part Of His Factory Forever, even if it goes by a different name... and nobody can argue with him because he got at least 600x more dangerous. 😂 Kevin still does because he and Adrian were kinda bros so he knows when to stop messing around... usually.

After my top surgery the worst feeling ever is when the chest I don’t have anymore itches—the only thing that really works to stop the itch is just rubbing the area real quick. So that’s how I headcanon Weldar dealing with it. Looks sorta like this.

(Maybe less L I C C)

GAWD I LOVE that I have insight on your headcanons now I’m so glad I’m not the only one with elaborate ones!! I hope my writing is as good, I’m srs it literally was like I GOTTA WRITE MINE TO SHARE THEM TOO

IM SO CURIOUS WHERE THE ROBOT SHARK DREAMS COME FROM will there be more writing OwO Because I wanna knooowwwww whether he knew the Cove before becoming The Sharkboy.

I support sassy Clanker with my whole heart—so capable of Destroying, yet is instead a sweet boye with a side of Sass. I want to pat him and I’m not sure why.

I’M TEMPTED TO SLIP SOME FEELS INTO MY FIC juuuust a little bit. Just a sprinkle.

((I COULDN’T PUT MY RESPONSE AS A REPLY 😭 oh goodness I loVE HEADCANONS????? I tried to shorten the post a little by using a link lelel

But anyway

I snuck a little of my own life ambitions into my headcanon lololol I have always wanted to work in hazardous waste disposal so I imagine pre-cursed GI was a legitimate, normal, nicely behaved and perfectly safe waste processing facility run by Foreman Miller—buuut if you were in the building when the witches showed up AAAH CONGRATS yoU ARE NoW a ToILeT oR A TINTOp OR EVEN IF you happen to be unlucky noW YOU ARE JUST TRASHHHH!! HahHaHAAAaaaa

The reason Kevin managed to avoid transformation is because Jinjos—also being magical boyes—have a better chance of avoiding the worse effects of the dark magic from the Witches, but he was still placed under the curse of entrapment like the other Jinjos. Adrian happened to be holding an oxyacetylene torch (which look and function completely different from Weldar but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) You are your own torch now Adrian, enjoy.

It could be that AM Industries happened to be in JUST the right area for Grunty to WRECK IT 😂 You work here forever, forced to destroy this otherwise lovely place. What’s that? “Adrian”? Not on board with my plan TOO BAD

Weldar was naturally LIVID. AS. HELL. for the few weeks after the curse. Essentially got his entire life flipped upside down and the livelihood he developed for years fouled and stolen from him so it took a while to come to terms with the situation. He’s chilled out a little now, but still isn’t exactly all that pleasant to be around.

At first he was mildly upset that he has to depend heavily on his employees as he’s pretty strongly introverted, but now he sort of just… expects his colleagues to know where he needs assistance haha. Especially Kevin, since those two worked together for so long. Weldar doesn’t ask for help— he demands it.

Oooh my goodness I love your headcanon ❤️ Gloop and Clanker there for each other through thick and thin IM MELTING

Such forgiving friends!!—it makes sense why they feel that way, it was clear Klungo was completely and utterly under Grunty’s control and had little to no free will 😭 I always felt bad for Klungo.

Wonder what it was like for Clanker to suddenly gain consciousness. :o @superphatpsychosis ))

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

i caught the writing bug again, but all it's allowing me to do is write chapters of my long, overly emotional nsft beetlelands fic. so well... here's that, I guess. you can start HERE, for clarity's sake, or just jump in and have fun.

Waking up in bed with BJ has its perks. For one, she’s always wrapped up in a hug, which makes her feel loved, and special, and for another, he’s soft, and warm. Cuddling with him can be a cozy trap, however, because it does have the added effect of making it difficult for her to actually leave his bed. Once or twice, she manages, only to be gently caught around the stomach by an extra arm he’s sprouted from the mattress, and pulled back into laying against him, so he can kiss her good morning, before they both finally manage to extract themselves from the comfort of each other.

One morning, five months pregnant, she wakes up to her thighs clenching around something, and blinking sleep from her eyes, it takes her a moment to understand it’s his head, and that the fantastic sex dream she’d been having had some very real world causation behind it. She feels his long, inhuman tongue twirl around her clit, and then gently tug it, jerking her nub like a dick, and she responds with a low moan, before reaching down, below the sheets, and playing with his hair. She hears BJ growl, and then his voice in her ear. He’s explained that trick- he’s throwing his voice, to still be heard, as he continues lavishing her. “Too hard?” he asks, and she gives a sleepy, lustful sigh, and takes her time responding, just enjoying the attention. “Just right,” she tells him. She feels her body clench around nothing, in anticipation, and lets out a little whine. “I want…” Despite being a woman who has sex and is pregnant, asking for what she wants still flusters her. But both her partners know, by now. He lifts his head, lifting the sheet with it, and while she can’t see his smile, she hears it. She also knows him well enough to know he’s using his inhuman tongue to lick her slick from his chin. “I gotcha, Babs.” He comes crawling up, from under the sheet, until his sweet, unglamoured chubby face appears, and he kisses at her swollen stomach, and then up, to her chest, her neck, her shoulders, and then to her mouth. She can taste herself on his lips, which she finds disgusting in a way she likes. He’s rubbing off on her, apparently. “Good morning, mommy,” he grins, pulling away, and she grimaces, and pinches his left nipple, hard, which only makes him close his eyes and give a girlish moan of pleasure. “Ahh, babes, ya tease me so good.”

She wraps her arms around his shoulders as he kisses her again, and she runs her tongue along his sharp teeth, appreciating that he’s showing himself to her. He’s still nervous to do it, most of the time, but waking up to him like this is becoming more common. He reaches down, slicks himself in her, and pushes in. The stretch, by now, is familiar. He’d learned sex while pregnant is apparently helpful for the delivery, and that’s been his excuse for jumping her like a dog in heat, even though she’s done the reading, and knows it’s helpful the closer to the actual delivery date, which is still months away. But she can’t argue with how much she enjoys it. He pushes, further and further, until their hips are touching, her legs spread, his soft, fat stomach resting on top of her’s, and she moves her hands from around his shoulders, to rub at his gut. “My cuddle bug,” she sighs, softly, as he breaks away from their kiss to nibble at her neck, kissing over still fresh love bites, and making more. “I love your tummy. Just wanna squish it all the time.” When BJ lifts his head, she can see from his expression that she’s flustered him- not an easy feat. He can dirty talk like no one’s business, but she and Adam have caught on that it’s emotional sincerity that makes his pale face go a pretty shade of purple. They stay like that, him inside of her, her arms wrapped around him, a sweet little moment between them. She’s whispering words of love in his ears, and he’s going pink from the tips of his hair all the way down to his bush, presumably. Watching him flush like this is adorable, and it always makes her smile. Odd as it is to say, it feels romantic, to be connected like this, and be in no rush to do anything. She’s just enjoying his weight on her. He’s enjoying being as close to her as is physically possible. He rubs his cheek against her’s, which makes her giggle, a little, before he starts to move. It’s slow, and lazy, shallow little thrusts that make her huff and sigh. No big dramatic hip slamming, no headboards banging against the wall, it’s more like a sweet little good morning fuck. They don’t tend to be that loud in the Deetz house, anyway… There’s nothing more mortifying to her than the idea of being “caught” by his family, even though they’re all clearly aware that the three of them are physically together. BJ’s hand gently rubs at her visibly pregnant stomach. Yes, everyone is very aware.

“Babs,” BJ groans, softly, in her ear, and she responds by kissing the pointed tip of his ear back, turning her head to do so. “Beetlejuice,” she says, breathy, dreamy, so in love nothing else seems to make sense, and he groans again. His pace picks up a bit, and her hips rise to meet his, as best she can. His slow, gentle adoration of her is so romantic, something he’s not, usually, because he’s normally such a chaotic goofball, and she’s reveling in it, enjoying his unfiltered attention, and the little noises he’s making.

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the room.

BJ jumps like he’s been tased, and pulls out of her, spinning to look around, amber eyes darting from corner to corner of his bedroom. Barbara huffs, face red, peak that had been approaching left annoyingly unresolved. “Hey, get back in here,” she teases, pressing her foot to his chest, and he turns to look back at her. She doesn’t miss the way the pink at the tips of his hair has gone purple, but she doesn’t know what the color means. Pink is love, red is angry, and green is default. She’s not seen purple on him, before. “BJ?” she asks, concerned. He grabs her ankle and kisses at her foot. She squeals and involuntarily kicks, both at the feeling of scruff at her feet, and how gross that is. “Sorry, mommy,” he smiles, with those big shark teeth on display, and she reaches out her arms to him. He falls into them, and they resume, but he seems distracted in a way he wasn’t, before. At least she reaches her peak, whimpering into his shoulder as she clenches around him, and he responds in kind, emptying into her in a way that makes her feel dirty and satisfied. read in full right here