#like the shitty warm up fic was for a bigger fandom

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Fic: Made with Love (aka Breakfast, “Florida Man” Style)

Pairing: Frankie x Benny (Frankie x F reader x Benny) Fandom: Triple Frontier Length: just over 1k Rating: Mature  Warnings: nightmares, implied PTSD, MMF three-way relationship (throuple?), oral (m on m), misuse of food stuffs, silliness

Summary: Frankie has a bad night. The morning is better.  [Part of the Blanket ‘verse]

[ GIF originally posted by @realoscarisaac ]

Notes:  This is a future fic set in my as-yet-unfinished Blanket ‘Verse [Frankie x F operative reader x Benny].  It takes place after the three of them have settled into a stable three-way romantic relationship.  Many thanks to @astroboots​ (who is entirely to blame & also beta’d), and to my test audience: @keeper0fthestars​​, @alwaysbethewest​​ @loversandantiheroes​, & @littleferal​​, who were kind enough to pre-read and reassure me that this could stand on its own as a oneshot.  

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Frankie's having a shitty night. Nightmares bad enough that they wake all three of you up. 

He fights his way up out of the darkness, out of the covers, out of your arms, unable to determine the difference between dream and reality when guilt and fear are locked like iron bands around his ribcage in both.

He tries to play it off like it’s no big deal (once his breathing settles and his heart stops trying to beat its way out of his chest), but you and Benny are having none of it.  Benny asks if he wants to talk (he doesn't); you ask if it’s okay to hold him (it is); and it’s so fucking nice not to be alone (but the images are still right there every time he closes his eyes).

So after the fourth (fifth?) time he jolts awake, he slips out of bed and shuffles off to the garage to work on one of his projects for a while.  At least that way he’s out of the way and the two of you can get some uninterrupted sleep.

Usually Frankie finds working with wood calming.  It’s meditative, lets him feel like he’s good for something other than breaking things and killing.  

It doesn’t help tonight.

The anxiety and guilt and hopelessness from the dream still have their claws in him (deep), and he can't concentrate on anything else.  He has to measure each cut four times because his hands are shaking and still wastes two boards cutting in the wrong place; he drills a hole on the wrong fucking side of a cross piece; and, indignity to end all indignities, he smashes his thumb with a hammer like some goddamn green kid.

The morning sun is beginning to flood in the high window in the garage when he finally gives it up as a bad job and slumps back inside, defeated.

"Oh hey, man," Benny greets casually from the kitchen, eyeing Frankie over the counter as he comes into view.  "Made you some breakfast."

The shit-eating grin on his face should be a clue, but Frankie's exhausted, shaky and worn out from anxiety and lack of sleep and the post-adrenaline crash.  He’s so glad for the company that he doesn’t bother to think beyond the sheer relief of not being alone with his thoughts anymore.

He just mutters a low "thanks, man" as he heads for the kitchen, ready to choke down whatever monstrosity Benjamin has created this time (cooking is not that boy’s strong point), only to stop dead, staring, as soon as he rounds the end of the counter.

Benny’s standing in the kitchen shirtless, boxers around his knees, one big hand holding a… a piece of bread that’s wrapped around his dick with.... Jesus fucking Christ, is that peanut butter?

"Yeah, man," Benny says, grinning bigger than ever and visibly struggling to hold onto his composure.  He waggles his eyebrows.  "I made you a penis butter sandwich."

Frankie barks out a laugh, the involuntary noise forcing its way out of his throat, and Benny's million watt smile glows even brighter, turning triumphant and... proud?  (His eyes are warm.)

Incredulous, Frankie sniggers.  He presses a hand to his mouth in an effort to stifle the sound, but even that can't contain the hysterical laughter that's bubbling up in his chest.  It is!  It's fucking peanut butter!  This idiota!

Then Benny starts laughing too, the noise ringing out loud and happy in the early morning quiet of the kitchen, and that just sets Frankie off more.  Both of them gasping and whooping and falling back against the countertop for support when their legs nearly give out.

Jesus Christ, Frankie’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe; laughs for so long that he starts to wonder if this is how he dies, choking on laughter over Benny’s stupid shit.  He thinks maybe it wouldn't be such a bad way to go.

Frankie finally manages to stop laughing long enough to suck in a breath, but then Benny's gasping out, "Your face, man!  Your fucking face!" and laughing so hard he's nearly doubled over the hand that's still holding the fucking peanut-buttered bread around his dick, and Frankie loses it all over again.

It takes them nearly ten minutes to get themselves under control, and even then little snorts and giggles keep breaking through.

Frankie just watches Benny the whole time: the huge grin splitting his face, the way his bright eyes dance with mirth, blond hair unruly and sticking up on one side, and the—goddamn it, now he's laughing again—the motherfucking peanut butter. And just like that, Frankie realizes that the tightness in his chest is gone.  Anxiety wiped away, replaced with the warm glow of affection for this ridiculous man.

"Thanks, man," Frankie says again, meaning it this time (and so much more) with every fiber of his being.

Benny must know too because his smile turns lopsided and soft, eyes never leaving Frankie's as he says, "Yeah, man.  I got you."  Then he grimaces, looking down at the mess in his hand.  "Uh... let me just clean this shit up real quick."

Chucking the mangled bread into the trash, he starts to reach for the paper towels, but Frankie has a better idea.

He knocks Benny’s hand out of the way so he can wrap his own fingers around Ben's sticky, peanut butter covered dick, and the strangled noise he makes goes straight to Frankie’s cock.

So does the way Benny stutters out his name when Frankie drops to his knees, which: Ouch. Christ, he's getting too old for this spontaneous shit.  He shuffles over to the pressure-reducing mat in front of the sink, towing Benny dick-first behind him. 

Benny's always been quick on the uptake, so it's no surprise that he's already hard by the time Frankie gets them both situated.

"Nah, man.  I got you this time,”  Frankie says, sneaking one more look up at Benny (who's staring back down at him, all surprise and joy and heat).  Then he wraps his lips around Benjamin's hard cock and gets to work licking him clean.

Fortunately for both of them, Frankie's always liked peanut butter.

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The End

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End Notes:  Yes, I know this is completely ridiculous, and as usual, my darling 🤡💖🤡 @astroboots is to blame.  During a conversation wherein we decided that Benny is “Florida Man” (search your heart; you know it to be true), CiCi suggested that peanut butter was probably on the long list of questionable substances that boy has attempted to use as lube.  It all sort of went downhill from there.  I’m so sorry. 😅🙈   Hopefully you enjoyed it anyway.

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[creativeashproductions]

Welcome to Our Hell // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: Charlie asks the reader a simple question that leads the man to fall down a rabbit hole of reading. Despite the panic you felt along with your fellow writers you still introduced and helped him navigate the pool of fanfiction.

Warnings: None (it’s actually possible with me??)

Words: 1k

A/N: I couldn’t resist making a tiny blurb about the revelation that Charlie has read fanfiction, that he enjoyed reading it. I actually talked about how Owen and Charlie would react to jatp fanfiction so sorry for manifesting 😬

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Your eyes slightly glanced up from your computer to where a certain someone was humming along to an Eagles song. His hips swayed as he slipped the egg in the pan, unaware of your eyes following him. He was entirely in his own world while he left you to finish up what he was led to believe was just school work.

The innate cheerful aura the male gave off regardless of the landscape had always been one of your favourite things about him. He saw the joy and good in things most people tended to overlook. It didn’t matter if he had his guitar in his hands or a cooking tool; he’d shoot that smile that melted your heart.

“Whatcha doin’?” Charlie questioned, peering over the island in the apartment you had rented in the city.

“Just doing some work.” You replied, beginning to type once more with a sudden burst of inspiration. You barely noticed he had slid the egg onto the plate before he was at your side.

“Are you writing for Tumblr?”

That one sentence froze you. Fingers stiffened above the well-loved keyboard of your computer you’d invested a fair amount of money on. Goosebumps swarmed every inch of your skin that suddenly lost a few shades.

Your skittish gaze found purchase in the warm ocean of hazel that bore no judgment, “Did you just say Tumblr? H-how do you know Tumblr Charlie?”

The Canadian hummed in response with a thoughtful expression, “I saw this really cool artwork, and it had a link. I followed it to Tumblr. It’s such a cool site.”

“It’s a hell site.” You deadpanned at the young actor who held no contempt for the different creativity methods unleashed in the fandom. Your e/c irises stayed stuck in a battle of colour with his own eyes.

“If it’s a hell site, why do you go on it?”

“It’s like a car crash or a burning building. It’s horrifying, but you stay to see which outcome ends up winning.” You had to carefully find the words to eloquently describe why you kept returning to a site that was frustrating at times.

“There’s so much diversity from songs, traditional art, poems, dances, covers and now writing. It’s insane.” Charlie chucked as he nudged the plate of breakfast he’d cooked for you, “I’m really digging the ‘90s Lalex books-”

“Fanfics. Fics for short.” You offered the man who held a slight expression of confusion that quickly cleared up, “And the writing has been going on since the series dropped. I’d be rich for every fic that referenced Luke’s aversion to sleeves.”

The boisterous laugh filled the room as Charlie hunched over. His arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Don’t you find it weird that there are fics about you?”

“Weird?” Charlie spoke, scrunching up his nose adorably. His hazel eyes lightened further, “Y/N, I’m not weirded out. I’m honoured that I made enough impact to have people writing about me.”

A small smile broke across your face, “You totally have a secret account, don’t you?”

“No. NO.” The whisper come in the dark of the bedroom where both sides of the couple should be sleeping. You had been before Charlie whined with his phone attached to his hand.

“Baby?” You groaned, turning to find him still invested in the world of fanfiction. His hazel eyes, tear-filled, raised to meet yours, “What are you doing up at-3am?”

“I just finished reading this adorable fic about Willex. The euphoria had me reading the next fic without reading the summary.” Charlie cried to the bedside light you’d turned when his sniffles woke you up. The near distraught man didn’t fight as you gently took his face out of his hand.

“Oh, Char.” You hummed, bringing the brunette into your arms as he mourned whatever was in the fic.

“Luke died with his girlfriend waiting in the Orpheum. She lived and began a life with Bobby..er Trevor.” Charlie whispered against the soft comforter you’d only recently bought, “They never got to say goodbye. As Luke’s portrayer, I just know the double betrayal took him to his knees.”

“Ah, you found @losttinwritings​ ‘See you Again’. That one is a doozy.” You winced, remembering the heartbreaker, “You, however, need sleep.”

Charlie’s eyes quickly met the phone sitting in between you two, “But-”

“Here.” You handed over your own phone after clicking your secondary account, “It’s one of my all-time comfort fics when I’m feeling sad. @dream-a-little-bigger-x​ always nails it out of the park but ‘Love Shack’? Immaculate.”

Charlie’s eyes flickered between the phone in his hand to your eyes twinkling in the albeit shitty lighting the cheap lamp offered. The vulnerability in your eyes at offering your blog took his breath away. This was a place where you were safe in your thoughts with no judgment.

“Oh! And @cherrymaybank​ created ‘A Romantic’. A beautiful story in the eyes of a hopeless romantic Luke and the stoic, independent reader.” You offered with a grin and sigh of happiness, “I’ll have to start tagging you in the ones I adore. Definitely gonna introduce you to @merceret​’s work; it’s always amazing regardless of how long the fic is or the distance between work. I’d wait a thousand years for her.”

Charlie’s lips spread to reveal that smile that always had you falling back in love over and over again. It even eased the panic you felt viewing Charlie’s rather honest confession he put on his Insta story. He’d caused panic within the writing community as he boldly announced his pride, awe, joy and love for all the fandom provided creatively. 

Next thing you knew, you’d started sending each other fics you’d think the other would enjoy; it often ended up with the same fic being sent. Charlie didn’t address the topic publicly to allow the buzz of panic to die down. He also never discovered your personal writing blog either, well, that you knew about.

Sometimes you’d find him sniffling over a story where Luke discovers his girlfriend was unknowingly pregnant and never got to see him child grow up. That one also tore your heart apart and you’d been the one to write it. Just a secret you’d be taking to your grave.

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[subway-tolkien]

15, 21, 25!

Eeeee!

15) why did you start writing?

My mother wrote Star Trek fanfiction in the 80s and early 90s, so it seemed natural to start writing my own when I fell into the XFiles fandom around the time she died, when I was about seventeen. I turned my grief into post-episode fixits I posted to alt.tv.xfiles back in the very early days of fanfic on the internet. Up until then my only exposure to it had been my mother’s photocopied zines. I initially started writing fanfic in a desperate, lonely attempt to make friends; I was pretty isolated as a teenager, especially after dropping out of high school. But then I realized I enjoyed writing, so I kept doing it. Thirty years later, I’m still here. :)

I’m working on my third book now, but I’ll never abandon my fanfic roots. I would not be here without it. <3

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

All I see when I read my older stuff is how it could be better. I’m my own worst critic. All I can think about is how that sentence could have been better, that dialogue sounds awkward, that’s OOC as hell—you know the drill.

I can’t even look at my teenage XF fic (it’s still on the internet) and I avoid my Harry Potter stuff (which is not on AO3). *shudder*

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

Ack ok. So there’s a few times I felt like I was clever or at least close to it, though it’s mostly in my later stuff. I didn’t go back very far when I looked.

Shitty’s eyes get bigger and a little too bright. "Jacques. You delicate spiderweb of human emotion. I want to cradle you against my bosom and whisper lost secrets into your hair." - Get Out of Your Own Way, Jack/Bitty

Rey, too wise for someone who had to be reminded to shower, had called it a crush. “Some of the smugglers who came through Niima liked to gossip when they were drunk, so I heard a lot about romance trouble.”

“Learn anything useful?” Finn had asked.

“Yes,” said Rey. “Romance is trouble.”

“Not useful.”

- I Don’t Want To Keep Secrets Just To Keep You, Finn/Poe

Every word he said singed his mouth with its truth. - His Beacon, His Harbor, Din/Luke

On instinct he’d burrowed closer to the warm body next to him until Din curled around him like an exhale.

- The Hidden Riches of Secret Places, Din/Luke

“There’s a difference between you and him, though. A big one.” Luke peered up at Din. “Han goes,” he said. He poked Din in the chest. “You stay.”

- The Hidden Riches of Secret Places, Din/Luke

That was fun! Thank you! <3

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[whumpbby]

1/2 I feel like a bad fan sometimes because I can't bring myself to like Stephanie. Even the tug war between cannon and fandom stuff can endear me to her. Canon wise she comes off as a shitty person, selfish and the way she treats the bats except for Cass sometimes it's some of the worse the only good thing I can say it's that it's realistic. Some people be like that (And I see a lot of my old self in her and I HAD to change so much to be better. Cuz it's not quirky being mean, it's just mean)

2/2 But then fandom has this pedestal to her, she does no wrong or it's always justify, she's perfect! And that makes me dislike her even more (It's movie!Hermione all over again). I read one fic where I liked her portrail, one fic where the author wasn't trying to make her more competent then everyone else (minus Cass I guess). Guess I don't get what is the big deal when batman has so many more interesting and dimensional characters, her and some of the latest Jokers just lack originality to me

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Anon, on one hand I get you. I am a fan of some characters and not others. The issue you have with Stephanie, I have with Cass - can’t like her, see nothing there to interest me, every time I see her described as ‘virtually perfect’ I walk away.

I think that crux of the matter is that canon Steph isn’t a person. No character is a person in DC or Marvel or anything that have been running for so long. No one is a character or a person, there is just a compilation of traits that many different writers invented for their stories. At this point getting to know a character in that fandom is like basing your knowledge of a them on fanfic alone - which is pretty accurate, canon at this point is just fanfic that someone gets paid for. 

So, in that light, there’s no ‘real’ Steph you can like or dislike. There are iterations of her. And when the fans like a character, they pick the best iteration of them and run with it.

On another hand, anon, every character you like is only a perfect version of them that have been chosen and cultivated by you in the same way Steph’s fans cultivate her ‘perfect’ image. So are these perfect Cass’ iterations. So is the whole ‘Duke is flawless’. So are Tim’s stans. So are Dick’s stans. Barb’s stans. So am I, a Jason stan. 

I chose the best version of Jason I could build using the blocks that canon offered me, ignoring the ones that didn’t fit, and this is the version I will stick to. I don’t know all about Jason. I am not 100% critical of his character. I made him to respond to my needs entertainment-wise and I am closing my ears to all and any critique of him coming from people who find it annoying. I don’t care for another opinion, I am not here to have my likes questioned.

Steph, objectively, is not suffering from an unoriginal backstory or a lack of interesting plot potential. She has a splendid origin and more going on in personal life than, say, Tim ever had (calm down Tim stans, I am speaking of plot points to explore, not personal merit). That she’s badly written more often than not is an issue in her characterisation. 

That she is written as being ‘rude’ to the characters you personally may like is a bigger issue in your perception of her, because that’s what it usually comes down to. Personal bias.

For example, it took me personally a LONG time to warm up to Damian, because as much as his story was worth telling, he was written as caustic shit to characters I already liked and I had no patience for him because of that. Had he been a caustic shit to the ones I didn’t care about? He’d be fine. (’s like I only ever find Slade palatable when he’s away from the Batfam, when he deals with characters I have no emotional stock in).

Look, it took me retooling Damian in his entirety to write him with any amount of sympathy. The Damian in my stories? Has almost nothing in common with canon kid. My Jason? Again, a mirage I’ve created to suit my tastes. My Bruce? Barely reflecting his canon self.

And some people are here for these iterations I’ve made up - and I am following certain people for their iterations. And some of them I don’t like and won’t accept, and that’s fine. 

It doesn’t make you a bad fan to not like ALL OF CHARACTERS EQUALLY, it’s a ridiculous and unrealistic demand to be made of a fan of anything, really. You like what you like. It’s like the time I was accused of being anti-feminist because I personally can’t stomach Harley Quinn - a known abuse survivor, so of course my dislike had to be a mark of a bigger issue I had with women in general (I do have an issue with many female characters in general, but that’s another matter entirely lol) because a person can’t just dislike a character others like.  

Rest assured, no moral high-ground here, I am side-eyeing Jason-haters too;] Every time I hear someone praise Joker I have to stop myself from going ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! and sometime it works, sometimes it doesn’t>> I am working on keeping my dislike to my personal blog. 

You are not a bad fan if you steer clear of a character that’s a firm no to you for whatever reason. A fan is only ever bad when they intentionally get into others’ faces with their issues and cause dissent, because they need to change their minds. 

But the ting to understand here is that rarely ever the fault lays in the character alone. Most of it lays on the shoulders of our personal biases and likes, so the opinion we are expressing should come with that caveat.

#sorry it's so rambling #i am unable to not-ramble #TAT #hope it helps #Anonymous

[jlf23tumble]

My 1D-related fic faves of 2019

I've read a TON of great fic this year in all kinds of fandoms, Jeeeeeeeeeesus, there are so many talented writers out there, but I won't list it all here (or even list everything I bookmarked this year). Instead, I'm gonna stick with 1D-related works released in 2019 that pulled me in hard and made me stare at the wall and/or read again and/or scream about with other people, and I'll try to do it in cutesie number order because WHY NOT make it that extra level of arbitrary, lmao. I love fanfic because no matter what fandom I'm dipping in, something new is gonna jump up and kill me (this year in particular, I've subscribed to a lot of "new to me" writers that I LOVE, and I hope you know who you are [do you know who you are, etc.]). Thank you for the free gifts, for your time, for your blood, sweat, and tears! I owe you hugs, coffee, and my undying love, gratitude, and support! I'll put my list under the cut to avoid some v. v. real screen scroll rage--happy new year, y'all!

2 lactation kink fics

(aka the Jaerie category, nobody else is out there writing this even as Harry's tits get bigger and milkier and why am I the only one fully appreciating all of it?????)

I Think You're Already Home, by jaerie, Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. (a December gift to remember for all of us! a/b/o dynamics, famous Louis, omega Harry--which is practically canon at this point--crippling agoraphobia, lactation-related sexiness, I would read at least ten (10) more chapters of this)

freaks from the internet, by jaerie. Harry sells his breast milk to freaks on the internet. Louis turns out to be one of those freaks. He also happens to be Harry's ex. (I legit can't believe this came out this year, I rec it all the time! it was anon for forever, and I was low-key obsessed because I just wanted mawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of it, and I got it, thank CHRIST)

3 fics for meeeeeeee

(These works were gifts to me, and I am so truly hashtag blessed to receive!!!)

I Just Wanna Taste It, by @homosociallyyours​. In his mind it's watermelon and sticky strawberry sweet, and he craves the feeling of his own round, firm belly warm under his hands on a summer evening. (Megan loves to kill me with Harry mpreg imaginings, and this one feels like canon to me!)

Powerless (and I Don't Care It's Obvious), by objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain​. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet. (AND YET!!! I don't even know where to start with how much I love Phoenix, what a treasure her work is in ANY fandom, how shitty this particular fandom has been to her, how much I'm gonna miss harry/louis fic gifts from her in the future, how HOT this pee kink fic is in general, dot dot dot)

Tuxedo Classic Dance Party, by Blake/ @newleafover​. Instead of flying out to meet his touring boyfriend in Madrid, Louis sticks around to be responsible and do things like dance at Lady Gaga night at the gay cowboy club in West Hollywood. (Blake has written at least five fics in various fandoms that I would say are my favorite fics of all time, but they really topped themselves with this one!)

4 fic series

(I feel like there are probably loads more that qualify, but these ones grabbed me in their own particular way)

Not That Gone, by abrighteryellow/ @a-brighter-yellow​. Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. (this was inspired by Chris Evans, and both parts stand on their own, tbh)

Maybe I Miss You, by 13ways. Louis is on his way back to London after the Hits Live Birmingham concert. Harry is flying to New York for the Met Gala. They connect. (from the very first story in this series, I was HOOKED, canon angst that builds up to something truly wonderful)

There's something I want to try..., by TheMagicWord. Harry wants to try something. Louis's not convinced. Until he is. (the installments are super short, super hot)

One More Time Again, by orphan_account. On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right. (I'm sad that this author orphaned, but I seem to recall her getting a TON of shit, which is unfortunate because this is a great read, and part two is an imagining where Louis goes back instead)

5 fics featuring holidays

(These ones are basically from Christmas and Halloween of this year, so quite recent!!)

once bitten and twice shy, by @pinkcords​. In a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. (the notes on this one blew me away: first-time author, pinch-hitting for a fest, and damn, a knock out)

you've set my soul to dreaming, by we_are_the_same. Thirty-year-old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall. (I'm not always into this trope, but when it's done well? NICE, and this one did it well)

when half spent was the night, by @juliusschmidt​. I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit. (girl direction advent fic with pregnant Louis that’s incredibly well done, especially given how short it is, I was so sad to see it end, but the author says something about act II coming??? YES!!!)

Fictober 2019 Collection, by flowercrownfemme/ @lesbianiconharrystyles​. Features lots of monsters and creatures and Harry Styles being a general nightmare as well as a few Girl Direction drabbles and a timestamp for Fool For You and one for Treat Mothman With Kindness. (Chloe's Halloween drabbles, each of which could outrival other stories 4x the length...she's a GIFT)

Cat & Mouse, by jaerie. It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated. (I'm not a big hybrid fic fan, BUT GOD THIS STORY IS SO GOOD, it's so short I wanna cry, but so good!!!)

6 a/b/o fics

(I can handle "traditional" a/b/o if it gives me my dose of omega Harry, but I absolutely adore "untraditional" a/b/o, you know, where it actually is NOT about straight dynamics being put on a m/m or f/f couple (excuse me, a/a or o/o)...these ones NAIL IT, as did the entire gaybo ficfest)

violence of my own touch, by 14hrflight/ @silverfoxlouis​. Louis hasn’t said anything, but Harry knows something is wrong. Harry’s rut had ended a few days ago, and Louis had kept him under as best as he could. (whenever I read Chi's alpha/alpha fics, I find myself internally screaming "CHI!!!" god, do they Get It, and I really hope they continue this one!)

Amor Victorious, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals​. Louis finds himself following Harry on a journey through Italy, complete with long train rides, greasy food, naked Christs, and too many lingering touches. They're definitely not like other tourists and he definitely doesn't have a crush on his best friend who happens to be an alpha, too. (this one came out during Thanksgiving week, so I held it to savor, and BOY, DID I SAVOR, it's so incredible, the gorgeous writing, the visceral, indescribable feeling of reading it, sighhhhhhh)

do you know me by heart, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals​. Harry comes back wearing alphas' scents, a pleased smile and a lace dress. Somehow, Louis still ends up making him come until he cries. (for me personally, 2019 was the year of Nina: getting to know them, catching up on all their writing, falling in love with the way they can kill us all with beautiful angst and the hint and hope of redemption...here's a tissue, you'll need it!!)

the way that you're thrilling me, by @hereforlou​. Alphas were smelly and cocky and mostly arseholes, in Harry’s experience. Or at least they were at school. He didn’t understand how his friends—lovely, soft-skinned, sweet-smelling omegas—could actually want to touch them, or be touched by them. (this is just one of the many, MANY faves I had from the gaybo ficfest, A+ all around)

Constant Debauchery, by Blake/ @newleafover​. Harry is an alpha who loves getting his mouth knotted by other alphas. Louis is happy to serve. Fun smut! But also angst and sexual awakenings. (Blake knows how to sum up their writing, lol, but YEAH, me as at least one of the comments both public and private saying they'd want to read 100k more of this)

how many nights did I crash against the waves, by Blake/ @newleafover​ Louis is going into heat and Harry thinks it's hot. (the SKILL of writing something that's 1.7k, yet builds a complete--and v. v. hot--world)

7 fics with Harry and someone else

(I still have a few I need to read in this category--I'm getting there! But these are some from my fave authors that really had me pondering some walls [heh])

I Want Your Belly, by @glasscushion​. Harry wants Adam to knock him up. Inspired by on-stage thirst, the Instagram Stories Shirt, Watermelon Sugar, and Harry’s persistent baby fever. (Adam/Harry, mpreg kink of the finest order!!)

Rachel, Nevada, by @vondrostes​. Harry has a close sexual encounter of the fourth kind. (Jeff/Harry, Rachel/Harry, and I honestly can't even BEGIN to describe this, holy WOW)

Sea Salt, by @glasscushion​. Nick's drunk, and he can't avoid his feelings forever. Set in 2013 and 2019. (Nick/Harry, rip gryles...the grylers I know had an absolute field day in terms of angst, damn!)

all my lies are safe beside you now, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals​. They both know what it was like to love Louis Tomlinson fiercely, irrevocably, ghosts of it on their skin, even if the traces were etched in vastly different ways. (Zayn/Harry, and FOR REAL, this is a huge ouch)

call me anything you like, but my name is, by @wishforwishes​. Some conversations are better left forgotten, some conversations are worth remembering, and some conversations you never get the chance to have. Featuring three mentors, two tea parties, one and a half recording studios, and a reference to Archie comics. (Harry/CHASM, essentially; LISTEN, I am obsessed with this fic, you don't need to read part one to really Get It, but the bits with Zayn, and James/Ben, and all the parts with Harry working through gender? SO GODDAMNED REAL)

Come Out and Play, by @dinosaursmate​. Harry and Louis discover a new kink in their relationship, and it brings all the boys closer than they could have ever imagined. (ot5 orgy, so not really Harry with anyone so much as everyone with everyone, and let's call this one canon)

Like a Rolling Stone, by @vondrostes​. By the end of it, Nick realised his tea had gone cold in his hand. He’d barely taken a single sip in the hour-plus he’d been sat there, unmoving, transfixed by Harry’s songs—haunted by the knowledge of what had inspired them. (Nick/Harry, rip gryles)

8 canon fics

(This was a VERY hard category to narrow down, but yeah, a big push this year from "newer" writers = lots of nuanced fic)

Per Aspera, by @sedfierisentio​. Louis’s throat feels tight, his heart like a hammer in his chest. You know my rot, he thinks, and I know yours. I love you still. (these achingly beautiful time stamps are centered around taste, and if this fic has taught me anything, it's that buying an author a coffee has a ripple effect)

A Nullo Amato, by @sedfierisentio​. Inspired by Harry carrying books around outside LAX, a canon-compliant, Canon AU fic set between 2014 and 2015; mostly, timestamps roped together by a common theme—literature. (this was removed four years ago and reposted, so maybe it's a cheat??? i don't care, it was brand-new to me and a lot of other people, I'm so glad the author shared it again!)

no love like your love, by @dykes4louis​. A collection of tumblr drabbles. (Hima is REALLY burying the lede on this one because each of these is short and SCORCHING, her skill, check out her other works, too!)

Dancing in My Dreams, by @kingsofeverything​. Louis doesn't mean to imply that Harry's too old to dance for him, but Harry takes it that way, and sets out to prove him wrong. (this is one that *could* go in the series pile, but I love it as a standalone...feels like canon to me, regardless!)

Sonic Sounds, by @glasscushion​. "Harry takes a deep breath, suitably embarrassed, “I’m just really...” and he can’t say the obvious. He can’t just say "really wet." Or Harry loves feeling embarrassed. Louis is happy to help. (I'll never look at those One Direction electric toothbrushes quite the same way again)

Bruised Fruit, by @glasscushion. Louis is obsessed with the way Harry smells in the heat of LA. (hey, you know what, me, too, bitch, you ain't special...the way this fic SMELLS, my god, I"m obsessed)

be my once in a lifetime, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals. Just like there are only four other people who will ever understand what it’s like growing up in One Direction, there’s only one other person who knows what it’s like to find your soulmate just before you’re thrown into the spotlight and forced to acknowledge that the both of you have too many flaws and vices to make it through fame together. Or: It's all about having sex and being sad. And drunk. (can u believe Nina wrote this before Fine Line???)

in this dress, by cabinbythesea. Louis is so lost in his eyes and his words he feels if a step above heaven exists, it has to be Harry. Loosely inspired by Harry’s dress from the director’s cut of Lights Up. (I sure hope we see even more fic inspired by every bit of this album/every video it produces)

9 fics by Phoenix/ @alienfuckeronmain

(This fandom doesn't deserve her, and I hope everyone's reading her other works because they're all so amazing, she's such an incredibly gifted writer, my fave of faves, my life is so much brighter with her in it...I could rec her all goddamned day, and I do slash will!!! Here are nine she cranked out this year, each one a gem in its own way)

Silver White Winters. In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down, aka, a Sound of Music AU (the shittiness in the comments underlines why we can't have nice things, but jesus CHRIST, this is so pure and good, and she cranked it out in, like, two hours)

I don't do that dance. Harry is easily the worst ballet dancer in her whole Intro to Ballet class. Except maybe Taylor Swift. (I adore how Phoenix writes girl Harry, but the way she writes Taylor? Unparalleled...nails her perfectly!)

magic, madness, heaven, sin, by @kerasines. It’s the flashing lights painting colors on her eyelids, it’s the drumming bass competing with her heartbeat. It’s the manic energy rippling through the crowd in waves, the deafening, frenzied passion filling the stadium that remind Eleanor that she actually used to like going to concerts. (technically, this one is FOR Phoenix, from Kim, but it takes a pairing that Phoenix is making her very own, so I'm counting it, lol)

Snakes and Stones. If you call a girl a snake enough, sometimes she becomes one. Her legs lengthen and fuse, her pupils shrink to slits. She gets colder and colder, until she has to spread herself on the warm cement beside the pool, soaking in heat, sipping gin and tonics to warm her blood so she does not turn to ice and shatter to bits. (god, I'm blanking on this ship name, but El/Taylor is such an inspired pairing, and I hope that P's drabbles make it over to ao3 in full)

Something good (will come from here). Taylor does not answer, because she is too busy licking her lips and pitching forward, as if Eleanor is the sky, or the sea. (you can practically SMELL this fic, El/Taylor drabble)

I Must Confess (I Still Believe). Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl's School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever. (this fic breaks my heart, the entire experience of its production and aftermath will forever be bittersweet, a gorgeous swansong)

Only One at the Finish Line. “I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel. (Phoenix was the gaybo mod, and this was her contribution, and it is PERFECTION PERSONIFIED, fest goals)

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park. The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse. (a very good year in general for Princess Park clapbacks)

Life Saver. Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry? (this one came out a year ago tomorrow, and it had a tough birthing process, but it's so good, so hot, my love for virgin Harry gettin’ it on knows no bounds)

10 AU fics

(yes, yes, this could be LOADS longer, but I’m sticking to my theme!)

breathless for an eternity, by cabinbythesea. Harry conquers double duty on SNL and Louis wishes he was Nick Jonas. (dangggg, this came out too late for me to rec it along with my other snl-related fic, but it joins that lofty canon!)

Pretty Baby, by @littlelouishiccups. Louis helps Harry unwind after a busy week. (I was NOT expecting a new chapter in the iconic sugar baby Harry series, but HERE WE ARE)

into another (another) serotonin overflow, by @mercutionotromeo. Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey. (this is one of my all-time fave fics, and I'm not sure what changed in it to get it reposted, but yeah, HERE FOR IT, THANK YOU!!!)

'Sup, by @mediawhorefics. All Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him. ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis. (this is so short but so tantalizing, GOD, DO I WANT MORE OF THIS UNIVERSE)

Tan Lines and Some Memories, by twoshipstiedup. Harry Styles is the indie movie darling he’d been avoiding ever since Louis saw his movie at Cannes and harbored an unreasonable grudge against him. A unicorn t-shirt finally brings them together in person. (I honestly thought we'd get more unicorn shirt fic, but this is a wonderful standard-bearer, banter city)

Bitter Tangerine, by purpledaisy/ @daisyharry. Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas. (so much ouch in this, but wow, do you feel like you're reading fully realized, realistic, growing characters)

We're Driving in Your Fast Car, by @sadaveniren. Harry felt himself light up - both with excitement and the thrill of getting what he wanted. “Really?” “Of course, anything for you." aka Louis and Harry are car thieves about to pull off a million dollar job. (another one I'd love to read more of...how did they get here, where are they going, etc.)

remember you well, by @fondleeds. Harry’s a criminal, Louis’ a cop, and they’re stranded overnight at the Motel 6. (what's with me and my love of heist/caper fics this year?)

Tied Down, by HamPalpert/ @ham-palpert. The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated. (SEE ABOVE, JESUS, I THINK ABOUT THIS FIC...ALL...THE.......TIME)

Harry Styles Cooks..., by sunsetmog. Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. (yeah, it's a wip, yeah, I flatline every time it updates, what of it, I'm living my best life vicariously through it!!)

#fic rec #faves of 2019 #i have so many more i love that i read #but this is a theme lmaooooo #hope that one anon loves it!

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hello! I was wondering if there is any MPreg Izuku Stories Out There??

Anonymous said:ohohohoho, anonymous fuck back again. I’m wondering if you can find some pregnant deku (with bakugou being the father of course) but not rape! owo;

Sure thing, anon! I’ll separate the ones with a Rape warning and those that don’t because, even though not all fics with a warning are fics where Bakugou rapes Izuku, I wouldn’t be able to tell off of the tag alone. 

-Ellie

1 Series. 25 Works.

Doesn’t Have a Rape/Non-Con Warning

How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties ( E | 130,614+ | 17/? )

Izuku will have Bakugou’s knot. He’s Izuku’s alpha after all.

I’m sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

(Note: This one is tagged as “Possible Mpreg.” I’m adding it just in case!)

the last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl ( E | 107,008 | 13/13 )

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

A Mate’s Worth by GreyLiliy ( M | 44,367+ | 12/? )

Katsuki was only supposed to be at the Omega Shelter as Kirishima’s moral support. He wasn’t looking for a mate nor licensed to claim a mate from there. It should have been a quick, boring trip.

But then he ran into Deku—someone he hadn’t seen in close to eight years—in that same Shelter for Abused Omega. Walking away alone had never been an option.

SeriesPart 2 of A/B/O x My Hero Academia

Lips, Teeth, Hands by litathesissy ( E | 2,044 | 1/1 )

“Fuck me,” his omega said, and Katsuki dissolved.

Our Lives On Fire by KaeLash ( E | 41,134+  |13/? )

Katsuki Bakugo is the ultimate alpha. He finally has the life he’s always wanted but never thought he deserved. He’s an Olympic gold medalist and his career as a trainer is reaching new unbelievable levels of success. He’s married to Izuku Midoriya, an omega, whom he’s unadmittedly been in love with since they were kids.

They’ve just become new parents to a baby boy, Kazuki.

After becoming a father he still hasn’t been able to make peace with the ghosts of his past.

And what he finds even worse than that…he hasn’t been able to mate with his sexy omega in months…

Bakugo is at the end of his rope on his journey of accepting his rocky, mysterious past and becoming a husband and a new daddy.

(Hopefully he’ll get to tie Deku up with a rope again really soon…)

*Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

Mated for life? by Kelly_jo ( E | 16,744 | 6/6 )

Izuku goes into heat and Katsuki loses it.

This is my first ever omega verse and I’m nervous.

[Dub-Con]

Still by my side by Rinba ( T | 9,678 | 8/8 )

He looked tired? No he looked exhausted. His skin paler than usual, and his build even though larger, looked to have lost some definition.

He looked, he looked like, “Shit, you look like shit,” the blonde spat, “Smell like shit too.”

Izuku laughed. It was a wet laugh almost hoarse.

“I’m pregnant Kaachan.”

SeriesPart 1 of Still by my side

Homemade Happiness by issawip ( M | 31,482+ | 6/? )

There was probably a bigger chance for Izuku to win the lottery then for this to happen, unfortunately instead of getting filthy rich overnight, Izuku had managed to choose the worst fucking person in the world to be his sperm donor.

a love story about an IUI, an extreme coincidence and two people seriously destined to be together no matter what

the way you expect by xenodickery ( E | 7,932 | 1/1 )

It was his third pregnancy scare.

The first was when he was 17, just after he was rescued from the League of Villains. The second a few months later when he and Bakugou couldn’t keep their hands off each other after what had happened. Both of those he’d seen coming, but not this.

SeriesPart 3 of what’s mine is mine

Bite Me by AnimeLoversInTown ( E | 12,565+ | 5/? )

Katsuki Bakugou is going into rut and needs to find a mate ASAP. It’s not too hard when the problem is that he has too many options. Izuku Midoriya was not aware Katsuki Bakugou thought he had other options. Izuku Midoriya is going to make damn sure Katsuki Bakugou knows that he does not, in fact, have any other options; and that those options know they don’t stand a chance.

[Underage]

Dessert Before Dinner by Morpheel ( E | 3,473 | 1/1 )

Ground Zero has his work cut out for him as of late.

Between his increased Hero workload, and a pregnant mate at home, there’s very little time to slow down and “smell the roses”, as they say. He’s too busy fighting the rampant crime rate going wild throughout the city without their Pillar of Justice on duty for 9 months.

Yet leave it up to Izuku to find his own way in squirming some quality time in before Katsuki’s shift.

[Series] BakuDeku Omegaverse by AvvarElf ( G&M | 1,408+ | 2 Works | WIP )

And when he begged so nicely, his skin flushed all the way down to his chest, cock fat and pink and wet, legs spreading wider, Katsuki was at his omega’s mercy.

Izuku and Katsuki’s wedding.

[On Hiatus] Impulse by HG_Wells ( Not Rated | 4,418+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is a just an ordinary Beta with no Quirk, bullied and tormented for his lack of unique abilities. His main assailant is his chlidhood friend, Bakugou Katsuki. His bully is rather special, born with a genetic defect that makes him stronger than a normal Alpha. They call the ones with these defects ’S-Ranks’. Laying dormant in Izuku’s body is his own S-Rank, it takes an inherited Quirk from his Step Father to pull this torpid trait to the surface.

Project: Heat by sterekhalinsk ( M | 2,914 | 1/1 )

Katsuki can do this. He can control himself around Deku, who’s scent has spiked in sweetness and is dripping in pheromones. He can maintain his composure as they work together on a school project. He can keep himself in check as his stupid smell wafts through the air, and directly into his nose.

He can’t do this.

[Underage]

Destined by ABO_gamer ( M | 1,732+ | 1/? )

Old wives tales say that everyone has a soulmate, that one person who compliments them beyond compare. In a world of hero dynamics and secondary genders, it never felt that simple to Izuku Midoriya.

Will Izuku be able to accept himself as an omega when even his soulmate has a hard time accepting him?

[Abandoned] My hero academia : next generation by Miki_Tamiko13 ( M | 11,728 | 6/13 )

I’m Miki bakugou and this blonde wuss is my baby brother tamiko bakugou. We are twins.Our parents are the great duo ground zero and Deku.

This is the store of how we came into the world.

[Underage]

Groupies by DemonufSans ( M | 865+ | 2/? )

they made a chat but a game of Kings game off line changed everything

SeriesPart 3 of My hero Academia fanfic and Request

You and Me by twilightwings ( E | 6,404+ | 2/? )

Not even being heroes are not hard enough, now a new problem had revealed it’s self to them the problem is it’s not a villain. the start of being parents.

SeriesPart 2 of Family love series

[Abuse]

(Note: This one is tagged with “Pregnancy,” but doesn’t specify who’s going to be pregnant.) 

【胜出】肚肚 by Mialin ( G | 301 | 1/1 )

简介：小孩子与大人的减肥。

Has Rape/Non-Con Warning

Cinnamon Bun Bun by DarkMachi ( M | 47,190+ | 23/? )

In a world with humanoid creatures called “pets”, Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.

Warm and fuzzy fluff pet AU with hints of angst and humor!

*This story is mostly about fluff. Warning and “past” tags for a backstory chapter(s) almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of ANY chapter with ANY sensitive issues.*

[Rape/Non-Con]

(Note: I am reading this fic, so I can tell you that, even though this work has a Rape warning, it is not between Bakugou and Izuku.)

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Howl For Me by SaltyTofu ( E | 10,006+ | 6/? )

Izuku just wanted to learn more about plants and spend some time away from the city. He didn’t expect to be bitten by a psycho werewolf who is set on keeping him by his side. And what’s with all these weird side effects?

[Abandoned] Raising The Absolute Duo by Torishii ( M | 6,318 | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku have love Bakugo Katsuki, his childhood friend, for as long as he could remember. Even if they are in high school, he remain his feelings all to himself. One day, Izuku meets a mysterious girl who advise him to admit his feelings to Bakugo so he won’t get hurt. He considers and did what she said.

However, in exchange, he’s get to experience something that is beyond a human’s knowledge and will turn his life upside down.

[Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

Chapter 4 & Chapter 5 of I Looked Up My Address and it Just Says a Garbage Can by Your_Bones( M | 1,920 | 2 out of 14 )

A dumping ground for unedited mini fics (around 700-1,000 words a pop, varies a lot,) based on prompts from my good friend kittenmittens. (Her counterpart, “A Walking Burlap Sack of Turds”, is also viewable here on Ao3.) Kind of a grab bag of fandoms and subject matter, but mostly focused on mpreg and other totally self-indulgent junk.

Read at your own risk, and don’t expect stunning quality for any of these: keep in mind they were all written in about an hour each.

[Rape/Non-Con]

(Note: The chapters linked do not contain Non-Con. It seems that the warning is for a different chapter on this compilation fic.)

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Matchmaker

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested: @partylikeits1899

“Okay okay okay so I saw your post about writing for other fandoms and I have a Steve request (from Stranger things) okay so like Steve has a crush on the reader and the reader has a crush on Steve and they’re too shy to admit it so Dustin and/or Jonathan tries to set them up and stuff and yeah I just love my boy”

A/N:  This is my first time writing anything stranger things so i really hope i did this right and it’s not complete shit + I love my boi too and I loved writing this!! I’m not dead and i have risen from my seemingly eternal slumber of writer’s block!! Wow!! + Steve isn’t dating Nancy (and never did) in this fic just a heads up

A/A/N: This is season 2 Steve btw (If you haven’t watched season 2 yet then there might be some spoilers alright?) Alright let’s go.

Warnings: Swearing??

Words: 2432

“Do you wanna kill a monster with us?”

Steve Harrington was at your doorstep, iconic baseball bat in hand, asking you to go monster hunting.

Totally Normal.

“Are you kidding me?” Was your first response. Ever since you wound up at the Byers place on that fateful night of the demogorgon, you haven’t been able to go outside alone since. The way the lights flickered still sent you goosebumps, and the thought of seeing another monster didn’t make you think twice about your answer: No

Steve just pouted at you, in attempt of trying to persuade you to go with him and- Dustin, who appeared to be waiting in his car.

“C’mon Y/N, monster hunting is fun!” The brunette pushed, waving his nail-spiked bat slowly, inches from your face. You shook your head No again, only to be frowned at before getting dragged into his car.

“Steve! No!” You protested, giggling as he tickled you while attempting to carry you with his free arm into the back seat. He smirked, amused at how squirmish you were, then dropped his bat and targeted at your sides. Steve laughed at how you tried to dodge his incoming fingers; Smile, ever growing on your face; the corners of your eyes, crinkling with joy.

Steve would never admit it, but his heart had been pining for you for quite a while now. There was something about you that made him feel different. It was sometimes warm and fuzzy- like now; and sometimes it’d be hot, heavy and burning. He wouldn’t normally get these feelings when he went out with girls like Becky- or Amy. Something about you made you different from all the other girls- the only problem was, Steve couldn’t exactly pinpoint what.

Now, you had a crush on the brunette as well. He had quite the reputation and Hawkin’s High and you knew all about it. But you saw kindness in him no one has seen before. The way he’d stood up for Nancy when his so called “friends” mocked her- or the way he helped clean up the graffiti they left on the theater- To you, Steve Harrington was more that just a jock with good hair. Steve Harrington had a heart. Something you thought was impossible until he started hanging out with you.

You were now on your knees, curled up in a ball of defense as Steve’s fingers attacked your sides.

“Steve! Ah! Stop! I-can’t breathe!” You say between fits of laughter. The boy only addresses you with a smirk before going “Only if you come monster hunting!”

You nodded quickly, sighing in relief as his hands backed away, looking up to see him looking down at you with a smug smirk on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off before I whack it off your face, Harrington.”

The brunette only brought his face daringly closer to yours, smirk still evident on his face.

“Make me.” He taunted.

You raised an eyebrow, opening your mouth for a comeback before Dustin honked the car horn and eyed you two with a look of unamusement.

“Stop flirting shitheads, and let’s just kill this monster!” He complained, honking the car horn once more.

Steve and you blushed slightly before you both hopped in the vehicle, revving off to go kill whatever the two boys had planned.

Dustin was no love expert, but he knew you and Steve had this connection in a heartbeat.

Well, to be fair- anyone who had a brain could figure out at least one of you had something going on for the other. The little glances they’d take at the other when they thought no one was looking; or the how the hugs between the two of them were always a split second longer than they needed to be.

Maybe Dustin was some sort of love expert- at least he thought he was. He could tell if one liked another. He could also tell that you and Steve were hopeless without a “little push”.

So that’s why the curly haired little boy, had a brilliant idea- and decided to play matchmaker.

It started off as subtle actions: Making sure you and Steve were paired up when checking out his “pet” in the cellar was the first.

Dustin knew you had quite the phobia of all things- well.. Monster, So putting you down the cellar with Steve, was a must.

Now Dustin has had his fair share of romcoms and horrors, and if there’s one thing he knew about girls and horror, was that the girl would always cling to the guy if they were scared. (Well, that’s what he noticed anyways) And that’s what Dustin was aiming to do. Get you scared. -for matchmaking purposes of course.

“See anything down there guys?” he called, waiting for a response. When he didn’t get one, the curly locked boy peered down into the cellar, only to be met with a blinding light coming from the flashlight you were holding, and an unamused frown from Steve, who happened to be carrying some sort of skin.

“We found your pet’s- whatever this is.” You informed Dustin as you climbed up the stairs to meet him on the surface. “I think it’s skin or some shit- I don’t know.”

Steve followed behind you, bat in hand and handed Dustin the piece of skin his monster, apparently named Dart, had managed to shed off.

“Now what?”

“We find the stupid thing, obviously.”

Subtle actions did not work. You and Steve needed a bigger push than that.

So, when you had decided to play bench for a day, Dustin took this as his opportunity to get Steve to open up about you - or, girls at least.

The two of them were walking alongside the tracks of a railway by the forest, throwing scraps of meat in attempt to lure Dart, when Dustin stated his “Problem”.

He’d pretend he needed girl advice (to be honest, he did) and he was hoping the conversation topic of you would somehow come into play.

“The key to girls is acting like you don’t care.” Steve explained when Dustin had brought up his topic.

“Even if you do?” He had replied, throwing another piece of meat behind him, before turning back at the brunette. Steve nodded and told Dustin that “It drives them nuts”, which was a really shitty piece of advice, but Dustin took it anyway.

“Then what?”

Steve sighed, before going “You just wait, until you feel it.”

He threw down another piece of meat, wrinkling his nose in disgust, then explaining that Dustin needed to feel this sort of “electricity”.

“When you feel the electricity, that’s when you make your move.”

Who was Steve kidding when he told Dustin that.

Steve always felt electricity whenever he was around you. The mere action of brushing hands against each others brought sparks up his arm. How soft your hands were made him want to hold them- not just that that though, he wanted to not only hold them, but wanted to know that they were his to hold; that you were his.

And what did he do about it?

Absolutely nothing.

He didn’t make a move, fuck- he didn’t even address these feelings. Steve made it look like he genuinely didn’t care. But he did. He cared so much about you- the way he talked to you, how he acted around you- Steve even started to get a little bit self-conscious when that Billy boy came to town. He didn’t want Billy to take you away from him. He didn’t want to lose you to some sort of buff asshole- but yet, he did nothing. He did absolutely fucking nothing.

“Steve? Steve!”

Steve’s thoughts were interrupted by the whining of his curly haired companion, and he turned around to face him.

“What?”

“After I feel the electricity- is that when I kiss her?”

“No-no woah, slow down Romeo… you see- some girls want you to be aggressive…strong, hot and heavy- like a lion.” Steve began, throwing another scrap behind him. “But with others, you got to be slow.. Stealthy. Like a ninja.”

“What type is Y/N?”

Steve stopped in his tracks and felt the heat rise up to his cheeks. He was most definitely blushing now.

“She’s- she’s different.” He answered.

Dustin could see the blush spreading on the brunette’s face and gave him a knowing grin. His plan was working.

“In what way?”

“What?”

“In what way is she different? What makes her so special from all the other girls?” Dustin asked curiously.

Steve fell silent. He knew damn well what made you special: Everything. None of the girls made him smile more than you did. None of the girls made his knees weak, or his heart pound- none of the girls were you.

“She- she well… she-” The brunette fumbled with his words, wanting to just vent out everything he loved about you- but he wasn’t ‘supposed to care’. Dustin only stared at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a response from his so called ‘mentor’.

“You love her don’t you.” Dustin said quietly, grin suddenly spreading on his face when he realized how truly quiet Steve had become.

“You love her!” He repeated again, this time louder and filled with more energy. “You love Y/N and you’re too shy to tell her and you’re just trying to cover up your feelings by being this cool dude who supposedly doesn’t care!”

“Hey- hey! Shut up will you?” Steve complained, afraid that you might hear, even though your house was practically miles from where they were. Dustin’s grin only grew wider as he noticed Steve’s change of attitude.

“You didn’t deny it.” Dustin pointed out, before throwing another scrap on the ground. His gaze was focused on Steve’s expression of realization and he smiled before going “She loves you too.”

“How are you supposed to know?” Steve complained, setting down his now empty bucket and pulling off his rubber gloves. “It’s not like she told you.”

Dustin did the same, fixing his cap in the process. “I’ve been to Mike Wheeler’s house, Steve. You know Nancy Wheeler and Y/N are good friends right?”

Steve only gave the boy a look of confusion. “What does that have to do with her being in love with me?”

“I can hear their conversations from the basement.”

“Nance, I’m telling you. He’s not as much as an asshole as you think! He’s so nice! His hair looks so soft! He looks so good in that jacket!” Dustin mimicked you, smirking at Steve’s reaction.

“She thinks I look good in this jacket?” Steve said to himself, smirking slightly at the thought of you swooning over him. “Well, shit- if she really said that, I should wear this jacket more often.”

Dustin gave him a toothy grin before nodding. “Uh huh. You know what she’d like more though?”

“What?”

“If you were to ask her out, dipshit.”

The brunette scoffed, then shot Dustin a look. “I didn’t know you were playing matchmaker now, Henderson.”

“Been playing matchmaker ever since you invited Y/N to this little escapade we’ve been going on.”

“And why is that?”

“It’s annoying seeing you two do all this couple shit together- yet still not be a couple.” The little boy stated. “And that Billy dude? He could steal your girl in a second.”

“Hey-wait.. How do you know about Billy?”

“Doesn’t matter. Now get your ass to it and ask Y/N out!”

Steve didn’t know how, or why he was following a kid’s advice, but he did it anyway. Dustin had a point- Steve did love Y/N. He could never bear to see her with someone else.

Besides, if he told her how he really felt, what did he have to lose?

It was now dark. The quiet little street you house resided in was empty, you being the only person in there. The lights were dim, and you were sprawled out on the couch, bowl of popcorn in hand, watching your favorite movie for the billionth time. As you lay down, heavily invested in the current scene, you were interrupted by a loud rapping at the door.

Groaning, you lazily got off the couch, bowl of popcorn still in hand. “Coming!”

You reached the doorknob and opened in up to see a nervous Steve, running his hand through his hair.

“Harrington? Here to ask me to go monster hunting again?” You teased, taking a handful of popcorn then popping it in your mouth.

“Uh.. no- I actually came to tell you something else..” Steve said, his sentence trailing off at the end.

“Mm- Then what are you doing inside, come on in. You can tell me while we’re watching the movie.” You invited, bowl of popcorn in one hand, the other grabbing at Steve’s wrist while dragging him over to the couch.  

The brunette only sighed before stopping in his tracks, making you do the same.

“Y/N- this is kinda important…”

“Hey- Steve you alright?” Your brows furrowed with concern as you turned to face him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

He sighed, mumbling incoherently, bringing his head down, gaze down focused on the patterns on your wood floor.

“Steve- hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong Y/N- it’s just.. I-”

You waited in anticipation, bringing the bowl of popcorn down, setting it on a nearby table. Your hand reached for his, holding it, in an attempt of helping him calm down. The brunette’s head shot up, gaze averting from the floor, now trained on you.

“You can tell me anything.” You smiled.

Without warning, his lips landed on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and you found yourself kissing back. His lips tasted faintly of Coca Cola, and you felt him smile into the kiss. His hands were down at your waist and you found yours in his oh-so-soft hair.

Pulling back, you looked up at him, seeing he had a wide grin, similar to yours, spread across his face.

Your hand had slipped back into his, his smile widening at the mere action. His fingers curled around yours, gripping them softly- but still tight enough to give him reassurance that you wouldn’t go. You could feel the calluses on his fingers, and sighed happily to yourself knowing that his hand was yours to hold.

“So… You think I look good in this jacket?” the brunette smirked, breaking the comfortable silence that had occurred a few seconds before.

“Oh shut up and kiss me again, Harrington.”

“Will do.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things x reader #stranger things 2 x reader #aggressivewritingyeet

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The Kids Aren’t Alright: Chapter Three (Zombie Apocalypse!Modern AU)

Note: yo yo yo, i’m glad you all liked the introduction of georgie! also check out the sickkk moodboard that the amazing @theliteraltrash did for this fic!!

Warnings: swearing, gore, a lil one gets hurt

Pairing: Reddie (they’re 18)

Synopsis: Richie is already having a pretty shitty day. First, he get’s a C- on his favourite subject, Science. Second, Bev totally called him out for being a giant douche to Eddie that morning. Three, he was totally being a douche to Eddie, because Eddie was making freaking googly eyes at some Senior dude. What’s the last thing needs?

The Apocalypse, that’s what.

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Chapter Three: The Hanlon Farm

It doesn’t take long for Georgie to clamber from Ben’s lap and onto Stan’s. He’s a tall kid, for just eleven, but Stan doesn’t seem to give a shit as Bill’s little brother curls against Stan’s lanky limbs and sniffs into Stan’s pristine sweater.

Stan, still quiet and pale, just pats Georgie’s sandy brown hair and stares ahead at the road.

They talk only of what to do when they get to the farm. Mike admits, quietly, that his Grandfather had spoken of venturing into town for oil. Richie watches closely as Mike bows his head, his brow furrowed, and Bev touches his knee with a shaking hand.

They all know what that means.

The roads are quiet on the way to the farm. Only a few cars whizz past them. Twice, a helicopter whizzes ahead.

Richie wonders what the fuck the bigger towns in Maine are like.

Slowly, Bev begins to pull out of her shocked state. She moves to Mike’s place near the glass divider and mutters over Ben’s head to Bill. She tells him that they should get to Mike’s farm quickly. That they should hide the truck. She points to potholes quickly, insisting they needed to keep the truck intact.

Ben says nothing, whereas Bill, still in shock, just nods and hums to Bev’s rambling. Richie kind of guesses it’s Bev’s way of dealing. She was a carer, that was her thing. 

The moment they pull up at the farm, they’re all hurrying to get out of the truck and onto the soft dirt outside Mike’s rickety looking farmhouse. Mike comments quickly that his Gramps his gone, because so is the car. 

Ben hops from the front seat of the car as Mike says this, and Richie reaches for Mike with a solid grip to the broad boys shoulder and a, ‘Sorry, dude’.

Mike looks nothing short of devastated. 

They stand for a just a moment, staring at the house. Bill drags Georgie into a hug, as the youngest of them all chokes on a sob and tumbles into his brothers chest. Stan watches the scene with his mouth pressed into a thin line. Bev moves toward Mike, low murmurs on her tongue as she points to the barn. Ben collapses onto the ground, before burying his hands into his hair and staring hard at the ground.

Richie latches himself to Eddie’s side, his mouth dry and his shoulder pressed close to Eddie’s.

‘This is really happening,’ Eddie says lowly, as the others deal with this moment of rest any way they wish. ‘This...this is like a fucking movie, Rich’. Richie turns, just as Eddie looks stiffly up at him, cheeks still wet and eyes glassy. ‘This is fucked’.

Richie actually cracks a smile at that. ‘I couldn’t have said it better myself, Ed’s’. He shrugs, then. ‘I mean, I probably could have-’

‘We’re going to sleep in the front room,’ Mike says loudly, as Bev draws away from him and pushes his sweaty red hair from her forehead. She looks like shit. She looks like she needs a cigarette, Richie thinks. ‘We’ll lock the doors. Shove anything we can in front of them’.

Bill, still holding Georgie, nods. ‘Let’s d-do it. We can t-try to see if the TV’s w-working’.

They, all of them, stumble into Mike’s house and out of the warm summer air that suddenly feels so cold. The fields around Mike’s house are empty and quiet, and even though they are usually like that it seems so much worse than before. They wait as Bill drives the truck just behind the barn.

Mike’s TV is dusty and hold, and his house is all whites and dark oaks with chipped wood and furniture from the 50′s. He calls his Grandpa’s name once, almost hopefully.

There is no answer.

He sighs, before turning on the TV. They all settles onto sofas and the floor. Richie stays standing. Even though there is a spare seat on the couch beside Ben, Eddie does too.

All that welcomes them is static.

‘Well, that was fucking anti-climactic,’ Richie pipes up after a moments silence.

‘Beep, beep, Richie,’ Stan sighs, situated next to Bill and Georgie. ‘What now, then?’ Richie totally doesn’t miss the way that Stan is pushing down the wrinkles in his shorts with an almost manic precision. 

Mike stands from the couch heavily. ‘Now, we get this place ready. I guess...I guess we’re going to stay here, for now’.

‘Looks like!’ Richie sighs. ‘Are we gonna have to start slaughtering those sheep in the barn? I tell ya, I don’t think I’m made for that farm life, amigo. Richie Tozier is a delicate flower-’

They all ignore him. He doesn’t blame them.

‘We’ve got to assume this is bad, right?’ Ben says instead. They all look around at each other. Stan, Bill and Georgie sit on the smaller and less clean of the couches. Georgie is squished so close to Bill that he might as well be sitting on his lap, and Bill looks at an utter loss as to what to do. He’s staring at the floor, brow furrowed and jaw tight. On the other couch was Ben, Mike and Bev. Bev was biting her painted nails and chewing the side of her mouth at the same time, fuck knows how. Ben was attempting to look calm. Mike looked like he was about to glare a hole through the TV. ‘Like, this is...apocalyptic, or something?’

Richie nudges Eddie in the side as he moves forward. They’re standing behind the larger of the couches, where Bev, Ben and Mike sit. His chucks squeak against Mike’s chipped floorboards. ‘No one gonna say it? Swell’. He sighs. He feels like a dick. ‘It looks to me like it’s the fucking zombie apocalypse, lads and ladies’.

 ‘Fuck, Rich,’ Eddie hisses, elbowing him in the side. He shoots a look to the wide eyed Georgie. ‘Have some tact!’

‘The sooner we come to terms with it, the better!’ Richie defends, slightly annoyed at how fucking adorable Eddie looks so annoyed. He shouldn’t be thinking about that now. 

‘It wasn’t like you got to see your parents like that!’ Stan snaps suddenly, voice raspy. Richie snaps his mouth shut. He wasn’t exactly foreign to the prospect of Stan snapping at him. Georgie whimpers. Bill sighs. ‘It’s okay for you!’

Richie doesn’t miss a beat as he shrugs, though his stomach twists. His parents were almost certainly dead, but he just didn’t care. There utter disinterest in him seemed to have fucked him up just a little. ‘That’s fair,’ he counters. ‘I didn’t. Only people I care about are in this room’. He coughs as they all turn to look at him, all ashen and all scared looking. Bev’s shoulders sag as she stares at him. Jesus, he hates getting fucking sappy. ‘We’ve gotta come to terms with what’s happening, guys. We’ve gotta survive’.

‘He-he’s right,’ Bill mutters finally. He stands, bringing Georgie with him. ‘We h-have to survive’.

-

They go off into pairs. Ben and Bev. Mike and Stan. Eddie and Richie. Mike directs Bill toward his room upstairs, somewhere the Losers had only been twice before. He says that Georgie can rest on his bed whilst they make the farmhouse somewhat defensive against the Dead. Bill says he’s pretty sure Georgie’s sprained his arm.

Bill thanks Mike, just as Georgie unlatches himself from Bill’s side, stumbles over to Richie, and wraps his good arm around Richie’s waist. Georgie was a tall kid, but Richie was a freakishly tall teenager. 

‘Thanks, Rich,’ Georgie mumbles.

Richie has to stop himself from fucking melting, because he really did love the kid. He nods, coughs, and pats the kid on the head before pushing him lightly toward Bill. They all go their separate ways after that. Mike and Stan go to grab any tools that can be used as weapons from the barn, whilst also locking the sheep away. Ben and Bev go to barricade the back door and try to block the windows around the back of the house, whilst Eddie and Richie do the same for the front.

Eddie gives Richie a pointed side-eye as Georgie and Bill wander upstairs, quiet words on Bill’s tongue. Richie blushes red and elbows Eddie in the side. ‘Shut it, Kaspbrak’.

‘You’re my hero, Richie,’ Eddie practically sings, a giggle in his throat. Richie can’t snap at him or shoot back a sassy comeback, because he’s too relieved that Eddie is doing something other than freaking the fuck out or having an asthma attack.

Richie snorts, before pushing the bookcase nearest the living room bay window forward. ‘Help me with this, ya useless sack of-’

‘Beep, beep!’

There’s a moments silence as they grunt, Eddie pulling and Richie pushing the bookcase. A few books fall, but they ignore it. 

With the window covered, Richie sighs and shrugs off his denim jacket, leaving him in his short-sleeved white band tee. Eddie eyes him. Richie grins. That grin soon turns into a stunned, pink cheeked look when Eddie says, quietly, ‘That was really brave what you did; going after Georgie’.

Richie coughs, all nervous, because Eddie is looking at him with that wide eyed look of sincerity that has his stomach doing flips and his mind racing at how fucking beautiful Eddie was. He’s all but forgotten about the Senior guy that Eddie had been making eyes at just that morning (shit, was that only in the morning), because all he can think about is how Eddie is looking at him now. And Richie...Richie is a fucking sucker for anyone being proud of him.

They’re standing in front of the now blacked out window, Richie with his shoulders hunched and Eddie with his fucking pastel jumper and his serious look. ‘Wasn’t gonna let the fuckin’ kid die, was I?’ Richie shrugs, his glasses slipping down his nose. ‘Plus, I’m the fastest, aren’t I? I’m not that much of a dick, Ed’s’.

Eddie frowns even harder. Is it Richie imagination, or did Eddie just take a fucking step forward? ‘I don’t think you’re a dick’. He blinks, tilts his head, before adding, ‘Not all the time, anyway’.

Richie rolls his eyes. ‘Ha fucking ha’.

They stare at each other, before Eddie rolls his eyes and reached forward to pointedly slip Richie’s glasses back up his long nose, his tongue peeking out between his lips. Richie’s stomach almost drops out of his ass as the act. 

Eddie drops his hand. Richie stares. Eddie stares back. Then Eddie is sighing and leaning forward, and Richie’s arms automatically come forward to land on Eddie’s shoulders as Eddie pressed his forehead against Richie’s chest and Richie is going into fucking cardiac arrest, he’s sure of it.

‘What the fuck is even happening, Rich?’ Eddie mutters angrily, and Richie blinks, making sure no one is there as he slowly wraps his arms around Eddie’s warm and solid back. ‘Why the fuck is this even happening?’

Richie shrugs. ‘Fuck knows. Probably some shitty government experiment. I like The Walking Dead, but not so much that I want the shit to be real’.

Eddie snorts. There’s a pause as Richie slowly, almost unsure, rests his chin on top of Eddie’s head. They’ve done this before. Hugged. Been touchy. They’ve always been like that. It might have receded a bit when Richie realised just how much he fucking liked Eddie, but Richie was a touchy person. ‘People are dead, Rich. Our parents...all of them...they’re dead’.

Richie nods, chin jutting against the top of Eddie’s head. It’s pretty fucking terrifying. Hours ago, the scariest thing to all of them was the prospect of going to College alone. Now, it was the end of the world. He pulls Eddie away, mouth twisted into a frown as he holds Eddie at arms length , brown eyes on brown. ‘I know, Ed’s. But we...I mean, my cheesy as shit speech earlier wasn’t just for show. We’ve got each other, right?’

Eddie, who is ashen and sweaty, sags and smiles a little. Richie’s heart leaps. ‘Yeah, I guess. You’re being oddly fucking deep today, Trashmouth’.

Richie shrugs, hands still on Eddie’s shoulders. ‘End of the world got me all poetic and shit, I guess’.

Eddie rolls his eyes. Richie grins. Then...well, it’s like they suddenly look at each other at the exact same moment, and something in the air shifts. Richie had moments in which he’s wanted to kiss Eddie a fuck ton. When they’re drunk. When he’s high. When Eddie is laughing. Pretty much all the time.

But in that moment, with the way in which Eddie’s dark eyes flash down to Richie’s lips, Richie almost thinks that Eddie wants to kiss him, too.

Of course, it’s that moment that Stan decides to fucking scream.

‘Fuck!’ Eddie swears, yanking himself away from Richie. He’s already tearing open the door before Richie can even comprehend what the fuck just happened. Bev and Ben stumbled into the hallway from the kitchen, chests heaving and eyes wide.

‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ Bev yells. ‘Come on, Rich!’

He does.

What they find outside is a fucking terrifying sight. Mike is lying on the floor, scrambling to his feet as Stan attempts to push something off of him. They’re a few feet from the front door.

Eddie is standing there. They all are.

It’s one of them.

One of the Dead.

And it’s on Stan.

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