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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Me And You Together Song

Chris Evans x Daughter!reader

Jaeden Martell x Reader

Chris Evans Masterlist

Part Two of The Tonight Show [Read Here!]

Warnings; Swearing, mentions of past abuse, mentions of manipulative exes, ft. sebby stan

word count; 2.1k

A/N; Kinda didn't follow what the request was looking for because I didn't know how to write it, but I hope this is okay. I made sebby appear because I can and it's not a day in New York without the man himself

Chris sighed as your phone went to voicemail for the fifth time. You were meant to be up an hour ago so you could go and get something to eat, but you were still sleeping, as per usual. Chris was trying his hardest not to go into yours and Jaeden's room, he wasn't hoping to see you in bed with someone that was your boyfriend, not yet. To him, you were the same little girl who came running in from the backyard after falling from the swings and cutting your knee, and you needed him to kiss it better. But eventually, he had to go and get you, first of all, he was worried, and second, he was hungry as fuck. Chris was glad Jaeden had given him a spare key last night, but he knocked first.

"Y/N, Jaeden. Are you alive?" There was no response except snoring, who Chris couldn't identify if it were yours or your boyfriends. Chris sighed and opened the door, relief flooding his body when he saw that both you and Jaeden were fully clothed and cuddled up to each other, his arms around you tightly. "I don't know whether to gush or throw up," He said to himself. Chris tried making as much noise as possible, but neither of the 17-year-olds in the bed woke up. Moving over to the lightswitch, Chris flicked the switch on and off until he heard you groan. You twisted out of Jaeden's arms and your arm flopped out of the bed.

"Jae, quit it," you groaned, your eyes still clenched shut because it felt like you were in a colourless rave.

"That's not me," He told you. Your eyes opened and from the shape of the body standing over at the light switch, you could make it out to be your dad standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hi, Dad," You greeted him. Chris walked over to the nightstand and pressed the home button on your phone and saw his contact name on your screen.

Dad

5 Missed Calls

"5 times. You really have a habit of forgetting things, Y/N. Do I wanna know what time you both fell asleep or did you just fall asleep?" He asked. You sat up and sat still for a second before looking up at your dad, your eyes still squinted.

"What time is it?"

"9 am," He told you. Jaeden laughed dryly and turned to you, a tired look on his face.

"I told you we would regret staying up until 6," He told you. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed his shoulder. "Ow," He groaned.

"Shut up," You turned to your dad. "Look, I'm sorry. We didn't plan on staying up so late and we kinda forgot that time was a concept" You pulled the puppy dog eyes that you had learned from your dad, he could never stay mad at you for long if you used them.

"It's okay. I have some stuff to do today, so you two are on your own. If I come back and either of you is in anyway undressed, you," He pointed at you. "Are grounded for life," You nodded. "And please don't get lost, I don't wanna drag Sebastian around New York looking for both of you," He said.

"You're gonna go see Seb?" he nodded from where he was standing at the door. "Tell him I said hi," Your dad said goodbye and then left both of you.

"Okay, we need to go and get food. I don't know about you, but I'm starving," You nodded at Jaedens suggestion. "There's a place I saw a few blocks from here,"

"And you just happened to be on the lookout for places?" You asked him. Jaeden turned to look at you and gave you a serious look.

"Of course I was, I couldn't be wandering around New York not knowing places to go and get breakfast. Jesus Christ, Y/N, who do you take me for?" You laughed at him as you fell back onto the bed and onto his chest.

"I don't know, I certainly didn't take you as someone who was so into food places in New York. I was literally just gonna go to iHop," You told him. "And anyway, I thought you hated going out in New York because you get scared you'll lose me in the literal sea of people," You reminded him.

"Yeah, but you've grown around 3 inches and I can see you now that you dyed your hair lighter," He ran his fingers through your hair that you convinced your dad to let you make more blonde than it was, it was similar to your dads', but a little darker. "But, if you wanna go to iHop, that's fine, I don't mind," He smiled down at you.

"You should go shower," You suggested to him. He looked down at you with a furrowed brow.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" You sat up and smiled at him innocently, shaking your head.

"No, but you should just go and shower," You said, putting your hand on his chest. He huffed and got out of bed, turning back to face you. But as if you could predict what he was going to say, you throw a pillow at him full force, causing him to grunt as it hit his face. "Shower!" He threw the pillow back at you and went into the bathroom. In the space of an hour, you were both ready. Your laptop was open and playing your playlist from Spotify, Bloody Valentine by Machine Gun Kelly playing from the speakers.

"This song is stupid," You turned to face Jaeden, shock was written on your face. "I mean, what is it even about?" He asked you.

"It doesn't matter. Megan Fox is in the music video, that's all that matters," You told him. Jaeden closed your laptop and put it in your bag. Then crossing his arms and tilting his head, his hair falling to one side.

"Okay then, would you rather me or Megan Fox?" He asked you. Your jaw dropped to the floor at his question, picking between those two things was like asking if you had to choose between a brain or a heart, both things are important. "Did you seriously just ask me that?" Jaeden nodded and smirked. "You, obviously. But it's Megan fucking Fox, you're telling me you don't find her attractive?" You asked him.

"I think everyone finds her attractive," He murmured.

"Thank you! Don't get your underwear in a twist over Megan Fox, Jae. You have my heart," You told him as you kissed him on the nose. Jaeden pouted, making you furrow your eyebrows. "What?" "You missed," He told you. "I did? Well, I apologize, but that's what you get when you shit on Machine Gun Kelly,"

"Do we have to?" Jaeden whined. You nodded and took his hand, dragging him into Macy's.

"Yes, because if I go home without something for Miles and Stella, they'll never talk to me again and that'll be really awkward when I have to babysit," You told him. "And I thought the toy aisle was your favourite?" You asked him mockingly. Jaeden shook his head and flipped you off. "Jaeden Martell! How dare you make such obscene gestures in the children's toy aisle!"

"My sincerest apologies, Lady Y/N," He said. You laughed and picked something out for your younger cousins. "Alright, can we like sit down or something, my feet hurt," He complained.

"Okay, we can go for lunch now if you want, that way you can stop bitching," You told him.

"For the daughter of Captain America, you really do have a mouth on you," He said. "I would quote the line but you're probably sick of hearing it between fans and your dad," You nodded.

"Okay, since I chose breakfast, you can choose lunch. I don't mind where, I'll pay," You told him.

"You sure?" You nodded. "Alright, I know a place. Jack told me about it and said it was pretty good, I know where it is though," He said.

"The last time you said that we ended up in downtown L.A and nearly dying," You reminded him. "We were just lucky because Scott happened to be driving around,"

"That was one time,"

"And I'm sure it won't be the last," You left Macy's and walked to the place Jaeden was talking about, and walking in you knew he had asked Jack for recommendations. "This is nice," You said as you were seated. You took your jacket off and shivered as your bare arms were exposed to the air.

"How are you cold?" Jaeden asked you incredulously. You shrugged and smiled as he pulled his hoodie off, handing it over to you.

"You're amazing," You said fondly. Jaeden chuckled.

"I try my best,"

"Y/N looks a lot happier," Sebastian said. Chris took a drink of his beer and nodded. "I know the last year wasn't exactly easy, but she's doing better," Chris nodded.

"Yeah, she deserves it, really, she does. Jaeden helped her a lot too, I can't take all of the credit," Chris told Sebastian.

"Yeah. That Lucas dude fucked her around, I'm surprised you didn't kill the little dick," Chris laughed and nodded.

"No, that night I saw the look in Y/N's eyes and knew she needed me. And trust me, I would have," Chris hated thinking about Lucas and what he had done to you. He was manipulative and if you ever said you were thinking of leaving him, he would say he would hurt himself and it would be all your fault. He had hit you on a few occasions too, but you would always tell yourself he never meant it, and that the bruises your dad saw were just because you were clumsy. "But, I know that Jaeden would never hurt Y/N, not on purpose. I trust him with her, and I trust Y/N to know the signs now,"

"I don't know much about this whole 'parenting' gig, Chris, but I know that you're doing well with Y/N, ever since I've known you, you always put her first. I mean, you basically told the Russos that if they kept you on set for an hour longer, you wouldn't be there the next morning because you were gonna be late for her soccer game," Chris laughed at the memory Sebastian had brought up.

"Yeah, she won that game. She scored the winning goal," He smiled. "They're probably still awake," Chris looked at the time on his phone, 01:34.

"You should probably go, don't you have a flight at 12?" Sebastian asked. Chris nodded.

"Yeah, it's not me that has the problem waking up, it's the two insomniac teenagers who stayed up until 6 am yesterday,"

You were snoring away softly while Jaeden was watching something on his phone, using your head as a stand. Your head was laid on his chest and your body was pressed up as close as possible against his. Jaeden's other arm was around you, his arm going all the way around you and coming to your waist. The door clicked open, but it was only your dad.

"Shit, sorry. I thought you'd both be awake," Chris said. Jaeden put his phone down on the nightstand. "Since when did Y/N fall asleep before 3 am?"

"She was saying she was tired today, we were watching Netflix and next thing I knew she was asleep and now I can't move her," Jaeden said. Chris sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to move her?" Chris asked. Jaeden shook his head and looked down at you.

"It's fine, she'll probably move anyway," He said.

"Alright, I'll go," Chris stood up and walked to the door, but turned back last minute. "Thank you, Jaeden," "Oh uh- what for?" Jaeden furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Looking after her. I know she can be closed off sometimes, but she really loves you Jaeden. Next thing I know you'll be running to me asking to marry her," Chris said. Jaeden laughed quietly, and the vibrating of his chest made you groan in annoyance.

"Give it a few years," Jaeden moved down and tried not to disturb you again in fear he might get a pillow to the face. "Good night, Chris,"

"You guys talk too loud," You said tiredly. "My dad really likes you," You told him. "Thanks?" You got delirious when you were tired. "You should go back to sleep, it's late," He told you.

"You go to sleep too then," You said. "And plus, 'm not even tired," You said, a yawn interrupting you. Jaeden nodded, playing along with you.

"Right, just put your head back down and cuddle with me again, I'm cold," He said. You put your head back on his chest and fell asleep in about 3 seconds. "Not tired my ass,"

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keroujack · 4 years

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ask me if i do this every day

Steve’s not surprised. Not really. It’s 10 PM on a cool March Thursday. He’s locked in his room writing a paper he should have finished three weeks ago instead of waiting until the night before to do it. But he’s an idiot and he always waits until the night before. Suffers immensely because of it.

So no, he’s not really surprised when his phone lights up with a text from Billy, who had finished the paper days ago and wanted to see a movie, rolled his eyes when Steve told him why he couldn’t at his locker earlier that afternoon.

He’s not surprised either that the text doesn’t say anything, it’s just a link to a playlist on Spotify. It’s called “i’m sick of steve harrington listening to shitty music” and the icon is a truly awful picture of Steve that Billy had taken at the diner a few weeks ago. His hair’s flying in about 400 different directions and he’s got no less than 17 French fries shoved in his mouth.

Which, you know, Billy had dared him to do.

“Bet you can’t fit 15 at once.”

“Watch me, dickhead,” Steve had said, pulled the plate of fries they’d been sharing closer to his side of the booth. “And you’re paying for my food if I can.”

“You’re on.”

15 kept his wallet full, two extra proved a point.

It’s a bad picture. Steve laughs anyway.

For the most part, the playlist is pretty typical. Predictable. A lot of loud shit, the kind that makes Steve’s ears hurt a little bit, though, not exactly in a bad way. There’s also a lot of indie nonsense Steve doesn’t entirely recognize, thinks maybe he’s heard the songs once or twice when Billy’s had control over the aux, but not so many times that he knows what the songs or the bands are called.

There’s only one song that’s any different. One. Sticks out like a sore thumb. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_gxp28AgLA)

Steve’s pretty quick to look and see who it is. Laughs when he does. Gets halfway to texting Billy, “the weeknd is mainstream asshole”, because Billy says it all the time.

“You’re too mainstream, Harrington. Way too mainstream, I mean, Christ. Don’t you ever listen to anything that’s not Top 100?”

And Steve can hear it. Can hear the exasperation, the annoyance. The way Billy goes a little huffy when he thinks he’s right, when he thinks Steve is being ridiculous.

His thumbs hover over the letters, over send, ready to be right and rag on Billy for the rest of the night, but then the lyrics start. And he stops.

Because suddenly the song’s got his full attention and he’s listening now.

Like. Really listening.

And the whole thing-the music, the beat, the words-well, it paints a picture. A vivid picture. One that sends a warm flush up his neck, makes his eyes go a little wide, his mouth a little dry.

It’s dirty. The song. And it’s not that Billy doesn’t listen to songs that are dirty. Steve knows he does. Has balked more than once at the lyrics Billy hums under his breath, low and lazy and way too downright obscene for something like lounging next to Steve’s pool on a calm Sunday morning.

It’s more that Steve’s not expecting a song like this at, now, 11 PM on a Thursday on a playlist made for him by his best friend.

What makes it worse is that it’s easy, almost too easy, the way Steve can see it. See him.

Billy.

Often.

The short mess of blond curls that fall across his forehead after practice every day. The bright blue eyes that cut across a classroom where the teacher no longer allows them to sit next to one another. The sharp curl of his lips around a white-hot smile when he thinks Steve’s said something funny.

The broad line of his shoulders, bare, hard, like the muscles that stretch across his chest, his arms, his back. Stretches endlessly for miles and miles and sometimes Steve wonders, quietly, and only to himself, what it would be like to trace along them all with the tip of his finger.

Often.

The image evolves before he can help it.

He can see Billy’s lips, but now they’re pressed to smooth skin, dark stubble rough against it, rougher against the moan that comes from above him, long, high, breathy. The fan of his eyelashes is thick against his cheeks, eyes closed, focused, devoted. The hand in his hair is slender, thin, twists, tightens as he presses slow kisses down a soft, delicate stomach, lower, lower, lower.

Often.

Steve closes his eyes, tries to wipe the thought away with it, wants to wipe the slate clean. But Billy’s still there. Steve still sees him. Sees his head between a pair of pale thighs, kissing the inside of one, the inside of the other, dragging his lips, trailing his tongue. Working up the long, warm line of tense muscle, inching, closer, closer, closer.

Do it how I want it.

By the time the song’s over, Steve’s laptop has gone black, paper long forgotten. His breathing’s gone heavy, pulse quick, jeans way too tight.

He pushes at his eyes with the heels of his hands because what the fuck-what the fuck?

Since when do those thoughts wear Billy’s face?

The next song, back to loud and abrasive, does a good job of wiping the music from his mind, but the image sticks. Makes it hard to focus. Hard to write about The Iliad and the inherent tragedy of a fate you can’t avoid.

He wants to text Billy, wants to beg him for a copy of his paper-like he always does-so that he can rewrite Billy’s thoughts to sound like his own. Wants nothing more than to be done with this already and go to sleep.

But he can’t. He really can’t.

Can’t even bring himself to answer when it’s Billy that texts him first. Just a simple, “wyd im bored” but it’s still got Steve’s hands shaking. He damn near puts the phone through the wall when he throws it onto his bed before he can respond.

Before he can say something stupid.

For all the distraction finishing his paper is able to provide, fitful, restless sleep brings the images back. Makes sweat drip at his temple, makes his hands curl into the sheets.

Gives him a reason to spend fifteen extra minutes in the shower before he goes downstairs for breakfast.

Steve still feels like he’s flushed, like he’s exposed when Billy’s shoulder knocks into the locker next to his that morning. Backpack slung easy over one shoulder, Henley done low, collar spread wide over his chest.

“So?” he asks, rests his temple against the cool metal as he watches Steve struggle to shove a textbook in his bag. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Like what,” Billy repeats, a bit of a scoff, a laugh mixed in with the words. “The playlist, dumbass. What’d you think?”

Often.

Steve can feel the word sitting on his tongue.

“Loud,” he says instead, smiles when Billy narrows his eyes. “It wasn’t bad, but you still listen to too much of that metal garbage.”

“Oh get the fuck out of my face with that ‘metal garbage’ nonsense,” Billy spits, without venom.

Steve takes that as his chance to lean in close. “What was that? Sorry, you’ll have to say it again. My ears are still bleeding.”

Billy reaches out, flicks his ear at that. Steve smacks his hand away, closes his locker with a slam, a laugh that comes as naturally breathing.

They walk to class. The day goes on.

Steve can’t stop thinking about that song.

Often.

He can hear it.

Hears the echoes in the curl of Billy’s hand around the strap of his backpack. In the twist of his fingers when he leans down to tie his shoe. The sweat that glides along the plane of his back at practice. The strip of skin on his stomach that peeks out when he leans back in his desk and stretches.

It’s everywhere.

Often.

Three days of this and Steve feels like he’s beginning to lose his mind. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday pass in a blur of daydreams, a haze of images he shouldn’t still be ale to see this clearly.

Shouldn’t be so easy for the daydreams to shift, to evolve.

For the body beneath Billy’s to no longer belong to some nameless, pretty face. For it to belong to Steve. For it to be him Billy’s looking up at. His stomach Billy’s kissing down. His thighs Billy’s there between.

Mornings wake him with a gasp, with ragged breaths and goose bumps that ripple up and down his arms, his spine. A flush that spreads along his neck like wildfire and a throb between his legs so strong that he can’t help but slip a hand below his waistband.

Do it how I want it.

His heart climbs up into his throat on Thursday night. Billy’s sitting in the passenger seat, phone pillowed in his lap, aux cord firmly attached because, “I can’t deal with your mainstream shit today, pretty boy. Not a fuckin’ chance.”

They’re on their way to the diner for milkshakes after practice, both beyond starving and craving something a little sweet after two and a half hours of basketball and getting screamed at.

Often.

Steve’s heart climbs into his throat and his stomach drops because, just like that, the song is on. The song is on and it’s started and Billy’s tapping his finger in time with it against the window. Steve feels the words wrap around him, hardly has time to even process how he’s going to exist in the same space as Billy for the next four minutes when he realizes Billy is humming.

He’s goddamn humming and Steve swears he can see Billy looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Feels his cheeks go a little pink, feels his hands tighten around the steering wheel with a grip that hurts.

They’re the longest four minutes of Steve’s natural born life.

He convinces himself that it’ll get better after that. That food and company and conversation will be more than an adequate amount of distractions, but he’s wrong. It’s almost like the diner makes it worse.

They’re sitting across from each other in a small, familiar booth along the windows. The place is fairly crowded, which isn’t weird considering the dinnertime rush here is known for that. Their legs are too long beneath the table and Billy’s knees nudge at his when they settle in, warm, snug. Sets Steve’s skin on fire.

There’s already a shared plate of fries between them when the waitress comes back with their milkshakes. Chocolate for Steve. Strawberry for Billy.

When Billy’s lips wrap around the straw, Steve’s breath catches and suddenly he realizes he should have said no when Billy asked if he wanted to get food. He should have said no. This was a mistake.

Because now he’s trapped here, in this booth. With Billy’s knees knocking into his and his pretty pink lips around a straw and his cheeks hollowed in the exact same way Steve can see every time he closes his eyes. Hollow around him.

It’s too real now. Too real and too much. Way too much.

He tries his best to hide his face in his glass. Tries to focus on his shake and hide the fact that he’s not breathing. Not looking as he listens to Billy talk between sips. Nods. Doesn’t really trust his voice at a time like this. When his heart’s racking behind his ribs like they’d only just finished sprints and his mind is cloudy like he’d walked through a wall of smoke.

He’s still not sure he’s breathing by the time they’re back in the car. Steve has to drive Billy back to pick up his car from the school and without the noise of the crowded diner to fill pauses, the silence becomes more noticeable. Thicker. Tenser.

Especially because Billy doesn’t take the aux again. He doesn’t even turn on the radio. Just sits and drums on the window, jiggles his knee.

Steve is wound so tight he’s afraid he’s going to explode.

The silence doesn’t end when they get to the school, isn’t cut off by the loud slam of the passenger side door.

No. Billy doesn’t move to get out at all. In fact, he does the opposite, turns away from the door, turns towards Steve. Faces him. Steve keeps his body square to the wheel.

The sharp breath Billy lets out is harsh in his ears. “So are you gonna tell me what the fuck’s got you so weird or am I gonna have to ask?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve swallows hard when the words make Billy laugh. Doesn’t really understand why.

“Steve,” Billy says, and that’s when Steve knows he’s fucked. Well and truly fucked. “What’s the problem?”

And Billy knows something is wrong. Always knows it. Has known it since Steve got pushed off the swings by Tyler Boyd in the fourth grade. Billy had only been in school a week, had only just moved from California, but Steve had scrapes all over his legs, was fighting back tears when he said, “It doesn’t hurt that bad.” Had hardly even gotten the words out before Billy tackled Tyler Boyd and pinned him to the blacktop. He wasn’t allowed back outside for recess for two weeks, but Steve started sitting next to him at lunch and that was about as good as a blood pact in their young, adolescent minds.

Stuck together forever.

It’s then that Steve looks at him, realizes Billy is so much closer than his peripheral vision had led him to believe. He’s got one elbow on the center console, his other arm out long, hand on the dashboard, angled completely in Steve’s direction.

Steve still hasn’t said anything, can’t with Billy’s eyes on him like this. With Billy so close. The car so quiet.

Billy’s laugh is softer this time, comes when Steve worries his bottom lip between his teeth, feels the pinch that’s caught between his brows.

“What?” Billy asks, the word even softer than the laugh. Small. Encouraging.

Steve can’t help the way his eyes fall to greet it.

“You’re not allowed to hate me.”

It’s the first thing he’s said in a while and it’s low, totally miss-able. But Billy never misses anything. Flinches a little when Steve says it.

“Hate you?” he asks, something like disbelief pulling at his tone. “Why would I-”

Steve leans over and presses his lips to Billy’s before he can finish the question, forgets the words in favor of a tiny hmmph of a noise somewhere in the back of his throat.

Which gives way to total silence.

And Steve’s going to pull away. It’s been at least ten seconds and Billy hasn’t moved and Steve’s going to pull away. Going to get out of the car, dig a large hole, fall into it, and die.

But that thought only last as long as it takes Billy’s hand to find his jaw. It grounds him, holds him, keeps him there like Billy knows exactly what he’s thinking. It’s Billy that moves first, tips his head a little, brushes his lips over Steve’s and smoothes his thumb along his cheekbone.

Steve falls into it like they’ve been doing this forever, lets his hand go to the side of Billy’s neck, follows as Billy guides him. Moves with him. Breathes with him.

He tastes like strawberry when he opens his mouth and Steve can’t quite believe he ever thought milkshakes were a bad idea.

Steve’s pretty sure the soft smack that separates their lips, only barely, is going to be burned into his memory until the day he dies. That. The fan of Billy’s eyelashes, still flush with his cheeks, and the bow of his lips, still parted just slightly.

Billy’s slow to open his eyes, only gets them about halfway there when push comes to shove. Just like when he’s waking up. When they accidentally fall asleep on the couch during a movie and suddenly his breath catches. When he keeps his eyes half lidded and lets consciousness creep in like hunger.

Billy’s looking at his lips when he says, “Yeah?” Breathless. Maybe a little beautiful.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers, doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want the words to take this away.

But they don’t. He says it and Billy doesn’t move, hardly bats an eyelash.

Is actually kind of smiling.

Steve can’t help but kiss him again, laughs when Billy whispers, “Backseat’s probably a lot better for this,” against his lips. Lets Billy drag him into the back and feels that heat spread low when Billy climbs into his lap and ducks his head to pick up where they left off. Like they’ve been doing this forever.

Steve wants this to be forever. Wants Billy to be forever.

Always.

Often.

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Fragmentation 0.8

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,138

AN: Like all of my works, there will be OCs working opposite of the boys. In this story, we have three. The first in the Fragmentation series is Mackenzie. Like Yoongi and Hoseok, she is self-substantiated. How she does will be revealed! On to Crow’s origin story for Defragmentation! All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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“Goddammit Mackenzie! I thought I told you to be home by eleven!”

A pair of green eyes glared up at the rotund looking man. His reddish complexion was barely seen from the scraggly beard covering the majority of his face. Sweat soaked through the dingy wife beater he wore, half stuffed into a pair of faded cargo pants. There were a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck - something that always piqued the green-eyed owner’s interest, but never enough to ask about them.

Mackenzie doubted he served anyone but himself, let alone the country.

Instead of answering him, she folded her arms across her chest. Normally this was the time when she escaped into her room, but he was blocking the way. He was always getting in her way.

It was his fault. Life used to be normal. This was as far from normal as a person could get. He was as far from being a real father as a person could get.

“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”

She rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the stink of alcohol on his breath. Mackenzie didn’t understand why he persisted on being like this. It was the same shit on a different day. Part of her wished that he would walk outside and get hit by a bus. But she knew that that was a miracle she would never be granted.

“Answer me!”

“What do you expect when I’m closing?” Mackenzie asked, her tone flat and devoid of all emotion.

Her father’s eyes narrowed at her. She didn’t even flinch. “What did you just say to me?”

“I didn’t stutter,” came her clipped response as she let her arms fall to her side, “now move. I still have homework to do.”

Before she could take a single step, her father was advancing on her. Mackenzie mentally braced herself for what was coming. Her body was used to it, but it was always that dark corner in the back of her mind that suffered the most from all of this. So long as that part was shielded, she could handle everything else that usually followed.

The pain that exploded from the side of her head paled in comparison to the pain of her hip crashing to the floor. Her arms immediately shot up to cover the top of her head as her body curled into a ball. The flurry of kicks that collided into her caused her nerves to scream out in agony. But Mack refused to scream, instead choosing to bite the inside of her mouth. The taste of blood flooded across her tongue and she heard her teeth clacking together when the heel of her father’s boot hit the top of her head.

After what felt like hours, but were actually minutes, her father abandoned her there on the floor. Every square inch of Mack’s body throbbed from the pain. There would be bruises tomorrow. Thankfully he’d missed her face so she could still go to work and school without receiving too many curious gazes. It was none of their goddamn business anyway.

Mack waited until she heard the front door slam before picking herself up off the floor. She roughly rubbed the back of her wrist across the corner of her mouth, eyeing the blood smear and rolling her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder if the old man would notice if she spit on the floor just to spite him. Would he even care?

Grunting, she made her way into her bedroom, locking the door after shutting it behind her. Her father would most likely be out getting drunk for the rest of the night. It meant she had the whole house to herself until he came stumbling back in at four in the morning. Mack just hoped that she’d be able to get all of her school assignments finished and have enough time to surf the internet. Something told her that she was getting closer to finding what she was looking for.

Or, rather, who she was looking for.

Speeding through her homework, Mack pulled up several browser windows once she was securely connected to the internet. Her eyes darted across the screen, her fingers flying over the keys - pausing only long enough to use her mouse to click on a few links that spiraled her into another location. Mack reached out to everyone that might have a lead and she got just a little bit closer than she did the day before.

After another hour, she was starting to get frustrated. Everything was forcing her into a dead end. Just when she thought she had a lead, it only caused her to go on a wild goose chase on the wide web. Mack roughly scratched at her head, attempting to tamp down on her slowly mounting anger.

“Dammit!” She slammed her fists on her desk, rattling everything on it. “Why can’t anyone just give me a straight fucking answer?!”

Burying her face in her hands, Mack did her best to suppress a sob that she didn’t even realize was building up in the back of her throat. She was tired, in pain, and a little hungry. But most of all, she was starting to lose hope. And that was starting to hurt her more than she would care to admit aloud.

“Fuck it,” she muttered, standing up from her chair, “I’ll pick this up in the morning.”

Just as Mack turned away from her desk, the ping from her instant messenger sounded from the laptop. Pausing, she craned her neck to look at the screen. The username consisted of a series of random numbers. But what made her heart nearly drop to her stomach was what the person said.

You’ll never find Michael because you don’t know The Truth.

Mack ran back to her desk, her fingers gliding over the keyboard. She could barely hear herself typing from how loudly her heart was beating inside of her eardrums. It was the first time someone responded to her inquiries with something credible. It was the first time she could actually believe what she was seeing.

Because it was the first time someone actually mentioned her brother by name.

Who are you? How do you know that name?

The cursor on her screen blinked steadily. Mack wasn’t sure how much more she could take because she was almost positive that this was the clue she’d been searching for after all this time. It was a solid lead just because someone was able to give her a name. If they knew her brother’s name, that meant that they also had a good idea of where he was. She couldn’t afford to let this person slip from her grasp.

Who I am doesn’t matter.

How I know doesn’t matter.

What matters is...

What are you willing to do to know The Truth?

She stared at the computer dumbfounded. Was this another trick? Was this person just jerking her chain, trying to lead her into a false sense of security before sucker punching her in the face like everyone else? It would be the most logical explanation. It was the only thing that actually made sense.

Mack didn’t know why, but she felt like that wasn’t the case. Not with this person. Were they trying to lead her onto the right path after having been on the wrong one for so long?

Narrowing her eyes, she began typing again.

Anything.

The air was cold and frigid. Mack rubbed her hands together, her breath coming out in small white clouds. She peered through the metal fence as people continued to file through the city. She was isolated from the rest, sitting on a park bench and waiting. She looked at her watch, making a mental note of the time. She had five minutes left to wait.

Five minutes until she would know whether this was real or a hoax.

The sound of gravel crunching underfoot quickly brought her out of her thoughts. Mack stood up immediately, facing the direction of the noise. All she could see were the trees cloaked in shadows cast from the street lights. She couldn’t see anyone, but the crunching noise wouldn’t stop. There was a large lump forming in Mack’s throat and she couldn’t help wondering if she’d fallen into a trap.

Seconds after thinking that, a young woman dressed in gray and black appeared. She wore a long black coat with a hood just barely covering her head of thick curls. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The rest of her outfit was some sort of gray jumpsuit that almost seemed to shimmer when it hit the light just right. The legs of the suit were stuffed into a pair of shin high combat boots - the heels continuously crunching into the gravel; releasing an eerie sound.

Mack puffed out another breath of cloudy air just as the woman stopped three feet from her.

“Y-You’re early,” she managed to stammer out.

The other woman smirked, her auburn curls accentuating her mocha skin even in shadow. “If you’re early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late. You’re late, Mack.” She reached up with a gloved hand to remove the sunglasses from her face, revealing a set of dark hazel eyes. “Or should I say, Crow?”

Mack took a step back, her lips parting slightly as the woman referred to her as both her name and her alias. Her heart hammered against her ribs, causing her lungs to tighten up inside. What in the world was happening? Just how much did this woman know?

Not wanting to look like some punk, she shook her head and straightened her stance. “You have information I want and yet I don’t know anything about you.”

The woman continued to smile. “I already told you that who I am doesn’t matter. It never will matter.” She shrugged. “Not until you know The Truth.”

“What the hell is this truth you keep talking about?” Mack could feel her anger starting to grow. “What does it even mean?”

She watched the other woman reaching into her pocket to pull out a cell phone. She punched a few numbers and then pressed it up to her ear. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a whole lot of time for me to explain. You’re going to have to see it for yourself.”

Mack bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing as she watched the woman reaching into her other pocket with her free hand. Half a second later, her heart froze as the woman trained the business end of a semi-automatic pistol at her.

“Whoa,” Mack said, raising her hands up slowly, “what in the fuck are you doing, lady?”

“You have a choice to make, Crow, and you don’t have a whole lot of time to make it, so I’ll be quick.”

Panic began to settle around Mack’s chest. “What do you mean I don’t have a lot of time?!”

“Agents are coming. They’re coming for you because you’re sloppy and desperate, which, sadly, is making me sloppy and desperate.”

When the hammer clicked back on the gun, tears sprung up in Mack’s eyes. “Please, don’t do this.”

“Shut-up,” snapped the woman, the smile now completely gone from her face, “I already told you we don’t have a lot of time. You have two choices. You let the Agents take you or I force you out of the bubble you’ve unknowingly been put in. I’m giving you five seconds starting now. Five.”

She took another step back, but the woman advanced on her. Mack didn’t know what any of it meant. What did she mean by “agents” and why did it seem like this woman was trying to help her, despite the situation looking crazy to everyone else?

“Four.”

Her heart shook in her chest, causing her to reach up and clutch at the front of her jacket. Mack didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die without knowing the answers.

“Three.”

She still didn’t know where her brother was. She still didn’t know what The Truth was and what it had to do with her brother.

“Two.”

She wanted to live!

Mack ran up to the woman, wrestling the gun from her grasp. The woman took a step back, but the smile returned to her face. Mack pressed the barrel of the gun up to her temple as tears streamed down her cheeks. Multiple footsteps seemed to thunder through the gravel, but Mack could only see the single snowflake that began to fall from the night sky. The world disappeared into lines of green numbers before returning to normal.

She smiled.

“One.”

After the gunshot ripped through the night, Mack’s world darkened immediately. But she...she felt free, somehow.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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annual reclist 2019

yoo my favourite reads of 2019!

20 Fandoms represented:

Haikyuu!!: 3 fics Boku no Hero Academia: 17 fics The Umbrella Academy: 8 fics Resident Evil 6: 3 fics Harry Potter, assorted: 1 fic Star Trek: 10 fics Voltron: 8 fics Teen Wolf: 73 fics Marvel, assorted: 25 fics Naruto: 8 fics Star Wars: 4 fics Good Omens: 1 fic Merlin: 5 fics Borderlands: 1 fic Hannibal: 1 fic Avatar The Last Airbender: 1 fic Toy Story: 1 fic South Park: 1 fic Buffy the Vampire Slayer: 2 fics /r/nosleep: 4 fics

total fics recced: 177

(if the cut doesn’t work, i am so sorry)

Haikyuu!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15429966 big by shouyoto 1k, Hinata/Kageyama, size difference,

Kageyama is big.

At first, Shouyou thinks it was annoying. At first, it had been a constant reminder, a buzz to his ears on how simply unfair the universe was since he aged a few months older than Kageyama, and yet, somehow- somehow, he's still the one who ends up with the shorter end of the stick. But much like their bond, this impression didn’t last long either.

...

Shouyou finds himself fawning over Kageyama's big build.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4409042 Girl trouble by PhoenixGFawkes 37k, Hinata/Kageyama, rule 63, they’re lesbians harold,

Kageyama is annoyed by the boys that approach her to ask her out (she’s not interested), to offer to carry her books for her (she can handle it) or give her flowers (what would she want them for?). Hinata says that she’d like it if a boy once did any of that stuff for her, but she’s a dumbass who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

When that boy for Hinata shows up, though, Kageyama isn’t annoyed.

She’s furious.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15005018 Make You Say I Look Good by Esselle 5k, Hinata/Kageyama, crossdressing,

'Kageyama balances a tray of scones, and little teacups and saucers, and a pretty teapot, as he walks across the room slowly and carefully. His attention is entirely focused upon the very breakable, spillable things he is holding. So much for his innate setter's skills at the task; he moves so slowly that Hinata isn't sure how he's managed to serve anyone since they started. He's sweating profusely, apparently from stress and intense concentration, little beads of perspiration running down the side of his face and arms. His shoulders are too wide and broad for the outfit, the bulk of his muscular arms straining against the ruffled sleeves.

"Oh, no," Hinata says.'

In which the volleyball club decides to open up a maid cafe, and Hinata is forced to confront his feelings for a certain setter.

Boku no Hero Academia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17795849 I Can Make You Feel Good by dinosaurspice 4k, Kirishima/Bakugou,

curious teens experiment

- the whole series (as of mars at 20k words) is gold really

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11813826 Two Hour Vacation by ArgetCross 10k, Midoriya/Todoroki, pining, first time, past child abuse,

“May I join you?” He asked, as if he didn’t expressly text Uraraka and Iida to hunt Midoriya down. Midoriya’s own phone had been off and Todoroki had silenced his own before coming. In a pinch, their friends knew where they were.

Even the life of a hero had to allow them this one night.

Or on the day of his father's funeral, Todoroki Shouto loses his virginity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13421988 Everything Except by Pouler (poulerslashes) 28k, Midoriya/Todoroki, sex pollen,

"In retrospect, Midoriya probably should’ve realized the moment they were enveloped in a glittering pink cloud that something was about to go Very Wrong."

After an encounter with a unique villain threatens to change the nature of their partnership, Midoriya must find a way to get things back to normal between him and Todoroki. That is, if he's certain that getting 'back to normal' is what he really wants...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15272805 your warmth is all i need by drifting_i 17k, Kirishima/Bakugou, AU, dragon!Kirishima,

This is how it begins. Kirishima is running for his life.

His feet hit the earth hard and fast, he can’t feel it. They're on him now, he can smell them. Four to the left and six to his right. The sides of his arms grow red starting by the elbows. He curses silently. His throat burns.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17158511 winter doesn’t linger here by drifting_i 14k, Kirishima/Bakugou, pining, bed sharing,

“I don’t want you to leave,” Kirishima admits. “I mean, it’s break, man. For the first time in months we don’t have school breathing down our necks so we can finally hang out like we used to and I did miss you!”

“We saw each other last week,” Bakugou says, deflecting.

“Still.” Kirishima smiles sheepishly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17531774 had to be (you) by bigstupidjellyfish 11k, Kirishima/Bakugou, light bondage, kink exploration,

do you ever just discover you have a kink in the least appropriate situation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14331180 'Cause the Dark's Not Taking Prisoners Tonight by imatrisarahtops 52k, Kirishima/Bakugou, emotional h/c, bed sharing, mutual pining, slow burn,

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12794481 the easy parts by chonideno 11k, Kirishima/Bakugou, h/c, scars,

Kirishima made it out alive but his body is covered in wounds that won't heal without leaving marks behind. He hides them away from the sight of others, away from his own, and he hates every part of it. Bakugou watches him reduce his own character to a parody of what it used to be, and he can't stand it.

Or how Bakugou and Kirishima learn to deal with these scars, with themselves, with each other.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14947955 Glow by argentconflagration 1k, Kirishima/Bakugou, pining, bed sharing,

Kirishima is warm and somehow far softer than a person with that much muscle definition has any right to be. His breath is tickling Katsuki’s hair, which should be uncomfortable but isn’t, and Katsuki can smell his hair gel, which is cloying and chemical but too familiar to be irritating. Katsuki sighs softly as his body continues to relax. His eyelids droop. Before long he’ll be slipping off into the throes of sleep.

Kirishima reaches forward and takes his hand, and his stomach flips. He immediately forces himself to relax, though. If it meant something like that to Kirishima, he wouldn’t be doing it, would he?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17338961 sunchaser by chonideno 35k, Kirishima/Bakugou, pining, bed sharing,

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17569586 Already Everything by roxashighwind 16k, Kirishima/Bakugou, body swap, deaf!Bakugou,

He feels drunk and hungover at the same time, feels like he’s about an inch to the left of where he actually is and dizzy to boot. He tries to sit up and is filled with instant regret. He groans, and he can’t hear it though he feels the vibration of the sound in his chest and throat. He can’t hear anything. Why can’t he hear anything?

- Eijiro wakes up, but he's not himself.

A villain's body swapping quirk leads to admissions between friends, which leads to something more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12676416 This Changes Nothing by vulcanhighblood 68k, Kirishima/Bakugou, a/b/o, slow burn,

First heats, even ones triggered by a classmate's "prank" gone awry, aren't supposed to take your quirk away. Then again, omegas aren't supposed to be in hero training, either.

Katsuki does enjoy defying expectations, just... not like this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17284061 dusk and dawn by bigstupidjellyfish 13k, Kirishima/Bakugou, sex pollen, biting, friends to lovers,

sex pollen, again, yea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17094788 Against All Odds, Thriving by jettiebettie 12k, Kirishima/Bakugou, pining,

“The naked adoration! The loving caress! Lively colors accenting warm eyes and an endearing smile!”

“... I'm gonna go take a nap.” Bakugo is halfway out of his chair when Shiozaki turns the screen and he stops dead in his tracks.

Kirishima's face stares back at him with a look that nearly knocks the air out of his lungs. The expression he's giving the camera is tender, his pretty eyes full of fondness and framed by loose red bangs, with a small amused smile on his lips. The hand Bakugo used to manhandle his head into position has no right looking that gentle; his hands were never meant for gentleness to begin with, but to see his holding Kirishima's cheek like that... To see the way Kirishima is looking at him-

Bakugo slams the laptop shut. - Class A and Class B must complete a joint art assignment, and it honestly may be too much for Bakugo.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16261352 you can get what you want or you can just get old by hyperlight 55k, Kirishima/Bakugou, 13 going on 30, angst, suicide attempt, minor character death, happy ending,

Bakugou gets a preview of what his future might be and doesn't like what he sees.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11845740 Electrification of the Soul by cighail 8k, Sero/Kaminari, pining,

So if he is a simple kid, then he will live by simple rules:

Make friends, make enemies; tease and be teased. Slip comedy into your words that garner the slightest bit of attention. Give and receive praise, criticism, advice, so long as it strays not too far from the norm. Become uniquely un-unique.

And ah- “Hanta, my dude, you’ve gotta check her out.”

Fall in love.

(In which Hanta is not as chill as he makes out to be)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14446512 Hero Class Civil Warfare by RogueDruid (Icarius51) 85k, gen, plotty plots,

Heroes lead by Bakugo. Villains lead by Midoriya. Seven days prep time. Three days for Izuku Midoriya to show why they should be glad he's not a real villain.

The Umbrella Academy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17890052 Partners, Parents, or None of the Above by DarkFairytale 7k, gen, brotherly bonding, protectiveness, past drug abuse,

Kenny's mom assuming that Diego and Klaus were A) a couple and B) Number 5's parents was both bemusing and amusing at the time. But that was because it was the only time it had ever happened. Now though? Now they just can't understand why these misunderstandings keep happening.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17846012 Let Him Cry by Achrya 3k, Ben/Klaus, incest, first time, tentacles, drugs,

“Ben is crying again.”

“Yeah well. Dad says it's just growing pains.” -- Klaus decides to help his brother out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17962079 the devil's jaws are far too weak by ictus 1k, Ben/Klaus, incest, drug withdrawal, h/c,

Truthfully, it’s far from the strangest thing Ben’s ever done. When you grow up in a family as sick and twisted as the Hargreeves’, jerking off your brother in a motel closet while you’re waiting for hired guns to come back and finish the job is barely a blip on the radar, even if he is technically dead and Klaus shouldn’t be able to feel him at all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17932085 Can Someone Tell Me (If It's Wrong) by merle_p 2k, Klaus/Ben/Diego, incest, emotional h/c, canon time travel,

"Your favorite,” he adds, unnecessarily but correctly, because leave it to Klaus of all people to know what kind of candy he prefers. He is pretty sure not even Eudora ever had any clue just how much he liked the taste of the rainbow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005399 Six of Cups, Four of Swords by prodigy 9k, Ben/Klaus, incest, drugs, addiciton, withdrawal, prostitution,

Ben Hargreeves tries to keep his brother--and himself--on the devastating road to getting well. It doesn't go in a straight line.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17860256 i scream, you scream by kyrilu 2k, vauge Ben/Klaus, introspection,

One of Ben’s favorite childhood memories is eating ice cream with his family after they’d saved Paris from the rampaging Eiffel Tower.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17836067 Family Affairs by manic_intent 58k, Klaus/Ben/Diego, incest, time travel, post-canon,

“This isn’t going to work,” Diego said, once everyone had stopped moaning on the grass and/or throwing up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18307292 the year that wasn't by achilleees 21k, Diego/Klaus, time loop, incest,

Diego turned to Five. “I’ve already, uh, lived today. This has already happened.”

Everyone went still.

“Ooh, that’s a mind-fuck,” said Klaus.

Resident Evil 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2367419 hold on (we're going home) by viii 8k, Piers/Chris,

no summary given, first paragraph:

It's raining in Vancouver on the last day of November. Piers has been gone for six weeks. It hasn't been the longest he's been gone, but it hasn't been the shortest either. He doesn't know how he's going to find Chris when he pulls out the rusty key that he doesn't use as often as he should and unlocks the door to Chris's apartment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6774688 Crossed Out by deansparkles 47k, Piers/Chris, time-travel (kind of), pining,

Piers Nivans is ready to die. That doesn't mean the universe has to agree with him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1031021 You, Me, and the Monster by AkumaStrife 5k, Piers/Chris, h/c,

They pull Piers out of the ocean and patch him up as best they can, but some things will never be the same. Chris can't forgive himself and Piers doesn't trust himself, and between them is a chasm of things unspoken.

[Alternatively: Hospital Recovery fic in which Piers has to learn to live with the thing he's become.]

Harry Potter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5025334 chalk this one up as a win by tamerofdarkstars 6k, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood, soulmates, fluff,

Oliver Wood wakes up in the Hospital Wing a week after his first Quidditch game ever with a head injury and his soulmate's thoughts wound around his left wrist.

Frankly, he's more concerned about missing the Quidditch game.

Star Trek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/856754 The Mark by thecadenceofherlastbreath 4k, Chekov/McCoy, soulmates,

Prompt: AU where everything is the same, except everyone is born with a insignia, a mark that is unique to only two people in the world, that tells them who their soulmate is. Usually the two people are born on the same day, at the same time, but that doesn’t mean that aren’t circumstances where an age difference has happened.

Leonard McCoy was born without an insignia, only for one to appear on his 20th birthday. He always hated the idea that the one person he was supposed to be with being a child, and maybe that was why he married his high school sweetheart. And maybe, that was the fact their relationship fell apart six years later, and he made the choice to join Starfleet.

He had never really forgotten about his supposed soulmate, but it certainly wasn’t expected to be confronted with the seventeen year old Russian genius whose insignia, his insignia, their insignia, plastered so obviously on his neck…

I tweaked it just a little, but it's essentially that. Hope I didn't butcher the idea!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11468154 Now the Sons Look For Their Fathers/ But Their Fathers Are All Gone by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton 30k, gen, kid fic,

Leonard is exhausted, and there is a crying kid in front of him with a bowl-cut and pointed ears.

Of course he picks him up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1058476 infixion by Etharei 37k, Kirk/Spock, kidnapping,

A mission of this duration has never been attempted. Just a few months in, the crew of the Enterprise are beginning to understand why – luckily, they are also, somehow, making it work. A series of events, both great and small; featuring cameos by unsuspecting planets, complicated interpersonal relationships, off-record shenanigans, and a surprising number of hostile life-forms.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15327285 Thy Soul, Alight In The Dark by Aerlalaith 51k, Kirk/Spock, AU, horror, mind control, possession, accidental bonding,

When disgraced former Starfleet captain and current salvage runner James T. Kirk stumbles upon an abandoned Vulcan research vessel on the edge of Federation Space, he thinks he’s finally found some luck. The state of the ship and the fate of her original crew however, turn what was supposed to have been a standard day’s work into something quite a bit stranger. As Kirk and his crew debate if they can—or should—wake a sleeping survivor, it soon becomes clear that the nightmare is just beginning.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17246120 If Symptoms Persist by billiethepoet 7k, Kirk/Spock, pon farr,

The aftereffects of pon farr do not go away as quickly as Spock would like everyone to believe. Jim can tell and he's ready and willing to help.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14913942 Mind Readers, Man! by dothedeux 12k, Kirk/Spock, Spock&Bones,

After Spock is injured on a mission, he forms a mental link with Bones in order to survive. Afterwards, both men decide the link can come in handy at work, and that they should keep it in place. But as their friendship grows stronger, Jim struggles with his new feelings. It's basically a soap opera in space.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/996674 what legends are made of by Rosslyn 33k, Kirk/Spock, suspense, adventure,

On a routine mission to a normal-looking planet, Kirk and Spock discover a strange cave. Seven handprints were carved into the wall — each moulded to a member of the senior bridge crew of the Enterprise. In order to investigate this anomaly, the entire crew beam down to the planet, and falls into a nightmare. -

Post-Mission Reviews attached under Enterprise Report 5-2261-7a:

"Is this a mission report, or the script of your blockbuster-wannabe holovid show, Kirk?" - Admiral Bennett "Suggestions to update Starfleet Official Course Material on relevant subjects, Captain" - First Officer Spock "Definitely too old for this shit" - Chief Medical Officer McCoy "I'm never beaming down without a bottle of Scotch again, mark my words" - Chief Engineer Scott "It was fun up until it happened to me" - Helmsman Sulu "Vodka cake deserved by all" - Navigator Chekov "Captain, should I put in a footnote explaining the farm animal reference?" - Communications Officer Uhura "That's it, privilege for PMRs closed. Kirk Out." - Captain Kirk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11135340 out of obscurity into the dream by spectralPhobia 87k, Kirk/Spock, AU, adventure,

Started as a Tangled AU fusion with Star Trek 2009, developed into its own thing. Spock has lived an entire life in seclusion, brought up by a Romulan to believe he was one too. Convinced his telepathy was a rare gift that must be protected at all costs, he was prohibited to touch anyone and leave the house. Jim Kirk comes across him accidentally after he was hired to steal a Vulcan artefact. Together, they start an adventure of finding a soulmate in each other and preventing another catastrophe from happening after the artefact turns out to be a part of an ancient psionic weapon.

Also known as “How I almost died three times in two days and found my soulmate”, an autobiography by J.T. Kirk.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1077361 a sequence that you never learned by annataylor 64k, Kirk/Spock, kid fic, fake marriage,

"'Spock,' Jim breathes out, completely overwhelmed by the gesture—not quite believing that Spock knows him so well, that's he's already started researching, that he trusts Jim with a member of his own endangered species."

When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim's humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/208971 Of Twin Stars and Other Eccentric Satellites by winterhill 30k, Kirk/Spock,

A year into the mission, Spock and Jim have got on with things and are well on their way to that great destined friendship -- or maybe more. There’s spanner in the works, though, when a group of colonists exploring an unknown part of New Vulcan go missing, and the Enterprise crew is called in to help. The problem? The Vulcan High Council has insisted they take a guide — Spock’s wife, T’Pring.

Voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14873321 Our Future Hearts by mizufallsfromkumo 4k, Lance/Shiro, time travel, established relationship, emotional h/c,

“You know, you could warn a guy, if you’re going to drop out of nowhere.” The man said dramatically as he pulled his hand away.

It caused Shiro to look up from the note, in surprise, his brows pulling together. Because that wasn’t how it worked. There is nothing he can do in warning, he never knows where he’s going, and when he’ll end up.

“Not you you,” The man huffed with a roll of his blue eyes. Almost like he knew what Shiro was going to say. He gestured at Shiro lazily, before he grinned. “But, you know, older you can warn me. Scared me half to death, face planting in the grass like you did.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16114160 Milkshakes by General_Button 6k, Lance/Shiro, male lactation,

In order to ensure a fruitful alliance with a species of animal-like aliens called the Ankarine, Shiro takes one for the team and consumes a traditional dish that ends up having unforeseen consequences.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12593748 i need my monster by mettaverse 4k, Lance/Shiro, AU, injury, monster!Lance, h/c,

“Are you okay?” asks a voice from under his bed.

Shiro stiffens. He holds his breath. Maybe it's the drugs-

“Hey,” says the voice. Then, a flicker in the peripherals of his vision is a- tail? Long and skinny, like it's out of an honest to god comic book, of all things. Like a devil's.“Are you okay?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11343876 Hell and High Water by StarrBomb 39k, Lance/Shiro, AU, mermaids,

All his life, he's known these three things.

The darkness.

Loneliness.

And fear.

But he soon comes to understand a much more different and harsher meaning behind these things. And somehow, he ends up finding something he never knew he needed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11019165 Twelve Nights by WildWolf25 19k, Shiro/Pidge, AU, trans character, She’s The Man au

“Matt, I think I can safely say that this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever come up with, including the time you thought you could put marshmallows in your hot chocolate before microwaving it and it exploded.” Katie said flatly.

“Come on, Katie, please?” Matt clasped his hands together in front of him. “I will pay you in jars of peanut butter. A lifetime supply of cookies. A trophy that says ‘best sibling in the world’. Whatever you want.”

“It’s not going to work, Matt.” Katie sighed. “Everyone’s going to know I’m not you.”

“But that’s the thing, I don’t know anyone at that school yet.” Matt said. “No one knows me, so no one will know that you’re not me.”

(Matt needs everyone to think he's at school for a couple of weeks and convinces Katie to disguise herself as him, leading to an awkward crush on his roommate, Shiro, a very ambitious astronomy class competition, new friends, and maybe some bruised hearts if the truth gets out)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12102285 Kafka's Revenge by Bellybits 21k, Keith/Lance, xenobiology, mild body horror, trans character,

Keith's been worried about what his Galra genes meant for him for a while. He's been expecting some horrific transmutation, to turn into some kind of monster despite the comforts of his peers.

But he wasn't a monster, and it isn't a catastrophic change. It was slow and gradual in the way most metamorphoses were.

He had thought that going through two puberties was bad- and now he was having a third one. Great.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17183669 Starbound by fenfyre (Jace) 3k, Lance/Shiro, pining,

Lance expected nothing more but good company when Shiro showed up on the farm one day but old and new feelings soon catch up to them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16873671 Good Luck Kiss by OverMyFreckledBody 1k, Lance/Shiro, accidental kissing,

An accidental kiss leads to more... not so accidental ones.

Teen Wolf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/862347 Just Been Born by idyll 3k, gen, gender swap, trans!Derek,

“The mage's spell seems to have changed your sex.”

Derek inhales raggedly, then slowly looks down at his chest—at his breasts.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4012684 Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit 18k, Stiles/Derek, fake relationship, pining,

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1828693 Pinch Me by Wolftraps (AlwaysBoth) 12k, Stiles/Derek(/Nogitsune), angst, possession, and then not, disassociation, identity issues,

It doesn't work. When the nogitsune crumbles to ash, he's weakened, but he's right back in Stiles head with his damn riddles. And Stiles feels like he's not just losing control, but also losing himself.

But no one can lose their shadow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2118756 (Rode Hard) Put Away Wet by calrissian18 3k, Stiles/Derek, scent marking,

As it turns out, the etiquette for joining a werewolf pack is a little bit more involved than saying, "Whatever, fine, I'm in." There's, like, stupid werewolf rules. Because someone put stupid werewolves in charge.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/577223 Highly Inappropriate by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) 5k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, frottage,

Derek was drugged and literally covered in blood and Stiles was about to crumple under the weight of guilt that came with being an impulsive idiot, but for some reason his dick wasn’t getting the message that this was by no means a sexy situation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/644558 Flying Changes by otter 10k, Stiles/Derek, AU, horsies,

Derek's a dressage rider with a reputation for frowning and making people cry. Stiles is an acrobatic stunt rider whose resume includes medieval-themed dinner shows and the actual circus. Derek's an Olympian, he doesn't need this shit.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/614271 Dog Days by flaming_muse 15k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!Derek,

Stiles has always wanted a dog, so he should be happy when he finds himself suddenly in possession of one, right? Unfortunately, it’s more complicated than that. Or, the one where Derek is turned into a puppy.

pre-slash set after season 2, no spoilers for season 3

warnings for humor, all of season two, repercussions of canonical deaths, brief panic attacks, lots of adverbs, and Stiles hitting his head a few times

https://archiveofourown.org/works/586648 Bingo by betp 23k, Stiles/Derek, sex pollen,

Derek scowls.

Or, the one that was supposed to be every item on the Sterek bingo chart and ended up being a Derek manpain feels jamboree.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/798827 Switching Goals by betp 3k Stiles/Derek, rule 63, established relationship,

“You’re kind of cute,” Lydia says, changing the subject, “in a sort of… lost baby squirrel in a pixie cut sort of way.”

“Great,” he says, fumbling ineptly with the clasp on the bra. “Th… thanks, Lydia, that’s… quite the endorsement. I’m vermin.”

Lydia and Erica peaceably watch him fuck around with the hooks for a full five minutes, this look on their faces like justice is finally being delivered. Stiles refuses to lose his temper with the thing in front of them, so he just doggedly keeps at it. Eventually, Lydia says, “We might have to invest in a frontal clasp for you.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/665066 let me in lover, be kind by orphan_account 3k, Stiles/Derek, emotional smut,

It's a cosmic balancing act.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17591744 (this isn’t exactly) where you’d want me by decideophobia 19k, Stiles/Derek, AU, pining, doctor!Derek, snark,

“Do you even have any nice and soothing words in your repertoire?” Stiles asks, holding still while McBroody shines a light into his eyes. “Or is it only me who they let you loose on?”

“I actually just downloaded a new set of comforting phrases to use on patients this morning but I haven’t had a chance to listen to and internalize them yet. I do know how to say, Good news: you’re not dead, and We only need to take off one of your legs, though.”

OR, the one where Stiles keeps ending up in the ER and Derek almost gets brain damage from so much stupid.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13001157 Detect by twilight_shades 9k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU,

Derek is a fake psychic (that’s an accident). Stiles goes to work for him (that’s deliberate). Stiles is pretty good at figuring things out (that’s alarming). Derek is pretty slow at figuring himself out (that’s unsurprising).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/946982 The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki 19k, Stiles/Derek, fake dating, UST,

Stiles is (still) single when the pack's getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles' unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound...and the two roped into competing in the Resort's version of the Newlywed game. Only it's completely obvious it's going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/581046 things that fly, but cannot land by growlery writes (growlery) 12k, Lydia/Stiles/Allison, AU, poly,

If Allison has to explain to one more person that she is not dating her ex-boyfriend’s best friend (and really, she broke up with Scott so long ago that the ‘ex-boyfriend’ part has mostly dropped off that title) she is going to explode. Especially now that Stiles has a girlfriend of his own, a girlfriend Allison is definitely not attracted to. Or jealous of. Danny has no idea what he’s talking about, except for the fact that he actually kind of does.

(or, the one where Allison writes about werewolves, Stiles is her roommate and everyone is in love with Lydia.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16485551 With Eyes, and Hands to Touch by red_crate 37k, Stiles/Derek, AU, teenage!Derek, accidental voyeurism,

The summer before high school starts, and all Stiles wants to do is hang out with Scott and work on his plan to win over Lydia.

But then Scott's brother, Derek, becomes an accidental distraction.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16177544 Dangerous Curves & Divine Moves by TaraSoleil 30k, Stiles/Derek, rule 63,

When Stiles wakes up as a girl, there's only one thing he can think to blame: the nogitsune. And that bastard didn't leave any instructions on how to turn him back to normal. Now Stiles is the only one freaking out, and Derek is being weird(er).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17195975 Stupid Say What? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 8k, Stile/Derek, accidental relationship,

Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.

He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.

Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a double date—he wished—but didn’t comment on it because he liked their outings, too. Even if he whined incessantly about it until he got there, it was always a good time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16813009 Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 68k, Stiles/Derek, AU, mates, puns,

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wowthis guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17785586 Strike Me A Match by clotpolesonly 11k, Stiles/Derek, superhero!Stiles, pining, soulmates,

Derek stared at the reporter on the campus lounge’s television screen, gleefully reporting on Ignition’s latest fight. Behind her floated a photograph of him mid-battle, zoomed in on where his bodysuit had been slashed open across his left shoulder blade. It was a little blurry, a little pixelated, but more than clear enough to get a good look at the black mark on the bare skin there.

“Oh shit,” came Erica’s delighted voice as she dropped down onto the couch beside Derek. “Let the circus begin!”

Derek’s his heart dropped; circus was right. He resisted the impulse to reach for the spot on his own shoulder blade that itched and burned. It wouldn’t do him any good. He could make all the calls, send in all the verifiably undoctored photos of identical marks, make all the noise and fuss he wanted. With the buzz and the confusion, it wouldn’t matter. No one would believe him.

True match-ups never made it through a circus like this.

In which Derek discovers his soulmate is a superhero too far out of his reach to ever actually be with. But it doesn't feel right to flirt back at Stiles now either, no matter how much Derek wants to. Amazing or not, he's not Derek's soulmate.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18650299 What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 196k, Stiles/Derek, soulmates, pining,

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19008223 tasting heartbeats in skin tears by OverMyFreckledBody 5k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, ust, licking, untimely boners,

After a battle resulting in Stiles getting a cut on his face, he discovers that the werewolf healing can be transferred through the saliva. After that, he seems to be a magnet for getting hurt - more so than usual.

Derek is surprisingly helpful about it all. Now, only if Stiles could get through their licking sessions without embarrassing himself.

[Or, 5 Times Derek Healed Stiles with his Magic Werewolf Spit + the 1 Time He Left a Mark of his Own.]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17936444 Care for Me, As I've Never Known by lavenderlotion 2k, pre-Peter/Stiles,

“Why...why did you offer me the bite?” Stiles asked quietly, the cover of night and the hum of the Jeep’s engine giving him courage he wouldn’t usually have.

Peter hummed thoughtfully, taking a turn smoothly. “That is quite the question you’re asking. I’m not sure the answer is one you would be happy to hear.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9318200 Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack 26k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16555949 Child King by ShanaStoryteller 66k, light Stiles/Derek, AU,

Stiles is born with red eyes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17049731 No Mercy by Gia279 64k, Stiles/Derek, AU,

The story of the Boy King was this: when he was sixteen, the Stilinski kingdom was at war with the Novak kingdom. King John was on the front lines with his soldiers when his teenage heir came to check in with him. The king was struck down in a nighttime attack, in front of the boy. The boy took up the king’s dropped sword, mounted his war steed, and slaughtered the enemy forces.

When the remaining soldiers surrendered, he cut them down with his father’s sword and returned home a boy king with a bloodstained reputation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16919445 Let It Burn Fast by RurouniHime 32k, Stiles/Derek, sex magic, pining,

“So.” Stiles rubs his thighs, snaps his fingers again restlessly and looks around. “Thoughts? Comments? Revisions you’d like to submit for consideration?”

Derek weighs it. “Stiles, are you asking me to have sex with you for the good of the pack?”

“I—yeah.” Stiles blinks a couple times, then smiles again. “Yeah, I guess I am. That is the thing that I am doing.”

(or, the one where Stiles proposes no-strings-attached sex for Magical Reasons and Derek somewhat unwisely agrees.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18850138 Love Story by skoosiepants 3k, Stiles/Derek,

"Huh." Derek looks less concerned than Stiles thinks this situation warrants, but his hands wander up to cup his face and his mouth opens up over his again and all the bones in Stiles's legs melt, so he has to, like, prop himself up against Derek's entire front.

Derek says, "Okay?" when he pulls back slightly and Stiles manages an eloquent, "Buh."

Or –

A spell made them do it. Sure, Stiles. That works.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17757842 Open Your Eyes, Don't Walk Blind by Ragga 14k, Derek/Stiles/Peter, pining, Sheriff & Cora brotp

The Sheriff of Beacon Hills could be called many things but willingly blind was not one of them. When the supernatural world was shoved before his eyes and he found his son right in the middle of it, there was no other choice for him but to follow in Stiles' footsteps. And he did, willingly; there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do for him.

He just wasn't expecting to find out the things he did while learning how to swim in the deep.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14869391 Once Upon a Dream by Ragga 19k, Peter/Stiles, dream walking, h/c,

It was like the door was on fire.

Stiles stood there, staring. As the realization sunk in, he slowly reached for the doorknob. He grabbed it. It burned, as if blazing hot and freezing cold at the same time. He was stuck, fascinated, and then the door clicked-

-and he was blasted with rage and grief so powerful the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his room.

Who was that?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19223467 There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 53k, Stiles/Derek, AU, texting,

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12849630 like black moonrise (his voice fell still) by OverMyFreckledBody 1k, Stiles/Derek, UST, oral kink,

"Shut up," Derek rumbles, close, dangerously close.

"Or I'll make you."

-- He does.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12510356 kisses unclean like the words you say by Omorika (Zercalo) 19k, Stiles/Derek, psuedo-incest,

There are less torturous things than to live under the same roof with Derek Hale (and his entire family) - it's just that Stiles can't think of any right now.

. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14682198 You’re an Understatement (you’re getting worse) by LadySlytherin 13k, Stiles/Derek, AU, neckz’n’throats,

Erica’s goal in life was to be hired by Neckz’n’Throats. Not as a model, though she knew she was hot enough for that. No, she wanted to be behind the camera. And to do that, she needed two things. A glowing recommendation, and a portfolio that would grab their attention; that would make them take her seriously. For that, she needed the right models. Thankfully, she knew just who to ask.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2124261 I’ll take hold of you by Lessandra 30k, Stiles/Derek, AU, touch kink,

If Stiles could boil his life down to one moment, it would be this: his hand in Derek’s hand, radiating warmth as they sit together—on the edge of the forest, in Stiles’s living room, on the terrace of Derek’s house, wherever—and wait for the morning to come.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/998921 Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26, mothlights 4k, Stiles/Derek, bonding, h/c,

Stiles doesn't hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad's calling out to him,

"Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?"

Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch -- sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17216009 Risky Business by skoosiepants 14k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU,

Stiles stumbles back when Derek takes a step toward him, but still says, "Tell me, did you offer Isaac, Erica and Boyd 'the bite,' too?" He's not proud of the air quotes he uses, but it's too late to rethink them now—Derek lunges at him with a growl and Stiles trips over his own feet and falls on his ass on the rocky ground. "What the fuck, Derek?"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Derek says. He crouches over Stiles, insanely thick thighs bracketing Stiles's raised knees. His eyes flash red.

Stiles sucks in a breath, heart beating high and terrified in his throat. He barely has enough breath to rasp, "What the fuck?" again.

There's a growl low in Derek's chest. He says, "You can tell Scott that if he shows up with you, the deal's off."

or -

An AU where Scott was never bit by Peter Hale, Derek actually manages to be a good alpha, and Stiles gets kidnapped a lot.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11268102 Blackbird by skoosiepants 25k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU,

Stiles groans and drops his face into his hands. “I’m seventeen, I can kind of use mountain ash and I can explode houses when I’m mad enough. How am I gonna win any kind of magic fight?”

“We’ll work on it,” Deaton says, as infuriatingly calm as ever. “The important thing to remember, Stiles, is that when everything else is chaos, you’re the port in the storm.”

Or-

Laura Hale never died, and Stiles is magic.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/34660 Tell me what Pack Means series by afullrevolution 22k, Stiles/Derek, AU, space, cuddling,

Fourteen days into a two year mission, Stiles finds out that his companion for the voyage is a werewolf. Stiles wants to know what it means.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5822248 Tell me Where it Hurts by Gia279 45k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Derek, curses,

Stiles learns to do magick and Derek is cursed to walk the woods on four legs and keep his silence.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17415641 Under the Wolf Moon (Formerly Erase/Rewind) by Pdxtrent 102k, Siles/Derek, canon-AU, fix-it, slow build,

Laura Hale has disappeared. But from there, things go very very differently. Expect adults acting like adults, and actual communication and not terrible decision making.

************************************

He packed a bag as quickly as he could and grabbed his passport just in case. He looked around the apartment, glanced at his sister’s closed bedroom door and then walked out.

An hour later he was at the airport.

Two hours after that he was in the air.

Seven hours after that he was touching down in San Francisco.

Another hour and he was getting into the rental car that would take him to literally the last place on earth he ever wanted to return: Beacon Hills, California.

Four hours later he stopped in Redding for food and gas. He hated Redding. He hated California. He hated every hour that took him closer to Beacon Hills and to the memories he couldn’t escape. He knew that, most of all, he hated himself. Death and disaster followed him like a shadow. First it was Paige, then his family, and now Laura was missing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3387539 I'll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) 48k, Stiles/Derek, time travel, de-aged!Derek, slow build, fix-it,

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he'd had in mind. He'd thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He'd thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

comment: can i just.. highlight that “entire life”, is entirely literal and i am LIVING for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/579880 Derek Hale's Seduction Techniques by omelet 6k, Stiles/Derek, pining,

It doesn't sit well with Stiles, the thing at the police station and with Erica. It niggles at him from the back of his mind, screaming PAY ATTENTION TO ME. Because Derek's apparently familiar enough with flirting to do it successfully, like it's something that comes naturally to him, but what kind of broody misanthropic guy flirts?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/32393 Most Important Meal of the Day series by peroxidepest17 11k, Stiles/Derek,

The one where Derek is like a box of Kix (or something).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1045495 Unbroken by Piscaria 43k, Stiles/Derek, cancer, werewolf!Stiles, made them do it, bloodplay, mating bond,

When Stiles starts getting sick, he assumes his appetite loss and lethargy stem from the darkness the Nemeton left in his heart. But soon enough, even he can’t deny that he’s showing the same symptoms his mom had. When he's forced to face the truth about his illness, Stiles finds himself making a choice he never thought he’d make.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13119609 Start Small, Like Oak Trees by SmallBirds 24k, Stiles/Derek, the sheriff is amazing,

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful. He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11748945 Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire 46k, Stiles/Derek, AU, scent kink,

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4273428 Into The Open Air by Acherona, trulywicked 99k, Stiles/Derek, AU, kid fic, huamn alpha!Stiles,

It was a little strange moving back to Beacon Hills. His daughter becoming enchanted with his odd and very attractive neighbor didn't really help matters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560651 What Goes Around by KouriArashi 71k, Stiles & Peter, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, BAMF!Stiles, killer!Stiles,

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14716970 Truth and Consequences by KouriArashi 45k, Peter/Stiles, slow build, h/c

“The place you give the Bite has meaning," Derek says. "Biting someone on the side is to make them your beta. It makes them your subordinate, but it also invites them into the pack with the full protection of the alpha. Biting someone on the legs indicates that you’re turning them to an omega. And biting someone on the arm, particularly the wrist, turns someone as your equal. It’s a mating ritual.”

Stiles nearly chokes on a mouthful of granola. “A what?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1070471 With or Without You by KouriArashi 62k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fake dating, UST, mating rituals,

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can't afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won't be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/485744 The Domestication of Canis Lupus by zoemathemata 3k, pre-Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek,

The age old story of a boy and his dog werewolf. They play in the woods, they go for walks. They don’t talk about it. Ever.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/629986 til the earth dies with the sun by callunavulgari 11k, Stiles/Derek,female!Derek, mythology,

“What are you doing to yourself, Derek?” — In which there is a retelling of season one, wolf pelts of selkie-esque origins, Derek fucking up, and Derek realizing that she can, in fact, forgive herself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/532745 In quiet, a favor by Helenish 12k, Stiles/Derek,

“You like happy endings, huh?” Stiles says, lying pressed in against his back, sliding his fingers along the edge of Derek’s chest, along his ribs and up his sternum.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/550685 this boy, half-destroyed by M_Leigh 25k, Stiles/Derek, derek hale and his infinite pain, 2pov,

"Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid."

Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he's got a teenage human more trouble than he's worth. Post-S2.

2nd pov done RIGHT

https://archiveofourown.org/works/730880 Rattle This Ghost Town by whiskey_in_tea 20k, Stiles/Derek, pack dynamics,

The Second Annual Totally Democratic Meeting of the Equals of the Beacon Hills Werewolf Pack does not go any better than the first one did.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11509980 Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363 87k, Peter/Stiles, AU, PTSD, captivity, trauma, touch starved, pack bonding,

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

dark af but deep and lovely and definitely one of the best fics i’ve ever read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19274371 Bad Blood by DiscontentedWinter 62k, Stiles/Derek, Peter&Stiles, AU, hunter hunting!Stiles, murder,

Stiles Stilinski was taken from Beacon Hills when he was ten years old. Now, six years later, he’s a trained hunter, and he’s back to help the Argents finish the job they started.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6798541 Wolfsbane by DiscontentedWinter 48k, Stiles/Derek, AU, torture, captivity, kate argent as a warning,

Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn't just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19981762 hold on to me because i'm a little unsteady by starcanopus 6k, Stiles/Derek, AU, time travel, hale family,

“Derek.” Stiles casts a slightly nervous glance around the cafeteria, eyes widening. He's a little surprised that Stiles knows his name.

Derek can feel his teammates’ gazes on him, can hear their confused whispers. He doesn’t care. There’s just…something about Stiles, and despite his parents’ warnings (“be careful of that Stilinski boy, son, he doesn’t feel right”), Derek wants to know more. He wants to know why Stiles is always alone and why, despite the sarcastic grin that seems permanently etched over his lips, he sometimes reeks of grief and rage.

“Can I sit here?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1153006 Sleep Awhile by allyasavedtheday 7k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, fluff,

Stiles and Derek decide to take part in some mutually beneficial naptime

https://archiveofourown.org/works/628714 The Mending That You Need by torakowalski 3k, Stiles/Derek, subdrop, aftercare,

“He’s not my boyfriend, Stiles. He’s a man from a club. I couldn’t call him, if I wanted to.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/824824 Wash Me Clean by tigerlady (shetiger) 37k, Stiles/Derek, first time, scent marking, watersports, ritualistic sex,

Derek doesn't know what the alpha pack is planning, so all he can do is keep watch on everyone they might target. Stiles is so not on board with that plan. Somehow their clash of wills leads to a sexual relationship Derek knows he should put an end to—if he can just get himself to do so.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/673925 That's What Friends Are For by tigerlady (shetiger) 6k, Scott/Stiles, genderswap, first time,

Somehow, Scott managed to wind up on the wrong end of a genderswapping spell.

Turns out, it's not a completely bad thing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/558702 he pushed inside and made me new by tigerlady (shetiger) 11k, Lydia/Stiles, fuck buddies,

"I love Jackson," she says as soon as she's close enough that she doesn't have to raise her voice.

"Okay?" Stiles glances left to right, like her meaning is crouched in the darkness somewhere. "I love Taco Tuesdays. Back to you."

They go back to school in the fall, and everyone acts like it's all okay. Like none of it ever happened. That's all right, because Lydia could have an Oscar someday. If she wanted one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13580295 How We Got Here by Areiton 9k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, domestic fluff, didn’t know they were dating,

Maybe if you fight the creatures of the night together like they did, if you bury enough friends and strangers and enemies, you don’t lose touch.

He thinks that’s why he and Derek are friends--because Derek understands his nightmares, understands the nights when he can’t talk, and the nights he can’t stand the dark.

OR: Against all odds and expectations, Stiles and Derek have become respectable adults ( WHY?) and friends.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5030350 Unlucky Ace by MissAnnThropic 41k, Laura/OMC, Stiles/Derek,

Laura Hale brings her boyfriend home to meet the family, and there is something absolutely terrifying about the Hales.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7740541 Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter 56k, Peter/Stiles, past torture, PTSD, scars,

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16619414 Baby Daddy by DiscontentedWinter 55k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU,

Laura Hale decides it's time to expand her pack. And Stiles could really use the money. And Derek... well, that's when things get complicated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3195734 Home by TheTypewriterGirl 167k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, depression,

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5943391 Whatever Works by KouriArashi 61k, Peter/Stiles, Stiles/Derek, soulmates, asexuality, aromantic, polyamory,

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4070788 Call My Name by KouriArashi 81k, Peter/Stiles, mystery, angst, mental health issues, mating bond,

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18388196 A Match Unmade in Beacon Hills by KouriArashi 47k, Stiles/Derek, AU, soulmates, pining,

Derek met his soulmate Kate Argent when he was 15, and he's tried for years to understand why his soulmate is so cruel to him. Then he meets Stiles Stilinski, who has no soulmate mark, an extremely rare phenomenon. Stiles thinks that he's destined to be alone forever, but apparently fate has other plans...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2533796 Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi 82k, Peter/Stiles, AU, mystery, mating bond, sexual assault, prostitution, pack politics,

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Marvel

all of the universes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14826525 in cayenne and honey, in vinegar and lime by alby_mangroves, Nonymos 27k, M’Baku/Bucky, Steve/Bucky, enemies to lovers,

M’Baku fought for T’Challa. But should he keep fighting for T’Challa’s vision? The king is professing change, such deep change, while the Jabari are supposed to be the guardians of tradition.

It’s a complex problem, which demands a cool head. So M’Baku could really do without an old love coming back to haunt him, an obnoxious royal teenager, and T’Challa’s secret one-armed guest.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16437236 taking everyone for a ride by Nonymos 49k, Venom/Eddie, Venom/Eddie/Dan/Anne, poly, all the kink,

Things Eddie Brock flirts with on a regular basis: death, insanity, his ex, his ex’s new boyfriend, and also the alien symbiote that lives inside his body. Not bad for a loser with no game, really.

- Everything by Nonymos is pure gold, honestly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12823671 despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario) 71k, Steve/Bucky, body horror, drug withdrawal, angst, touch starved

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8615512 Side bitch out of your league by rohkeutta 2k, Steve/Bucky, AU, wrong number,

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1583054 Come To Morning by orphan_account 4k, Steve/Bucky,

He figured it was natural, kind of—well, not natural, but he and Steve spent a lot of time together, and Steve didn’t get so much attention from girls, which was a crying shame because he was a good guy and a girl could do a lot worse. But it meant maybe Steve got a bit confused, because sometimes he would look at Bucky with this look. This bright, astonished look, like he was seeing something so good he couldn’t quite believe it was real. It made Bucky squirm inside, a little.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2628242 Kiss Me Hello by kehinki 5k, Steve/Bucky, fluff,

Bucky and Steve take to kissing each other hello, goodbye, goodnight. It's all very platonic until it isn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3765634 Painted in Indigo by nekare 11k, Steve/Bucky, pining,

“You should be careful of that one,” Mr. Hendrickson says, with a nod to Bucky outside the window. “It ain’t right. Looking at you all the time as he does. The way he should be looking at girls.”

Steve laughs, because damn, but what a ridiculous idea.

Or, five times Steve caught Bucky looking at him, and the one time he looked first.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2365754 all different names for the same thing by becausemagnets 11k, Steve/Bucky, asexual character,

"Doesn’t mean that much, you know. Plenty of guys go down to the docks every once in a while, get themselves taken care of. Their shoes shined.” He sneered at Steve, but Steve wasn’t looking at him, lost in something he’d probably never tell Bucky about. “Some of ‘em got wives and kids and everything. Sail all the way around the world to get it in Brooklyn. I’m, uh, I’m pretty good at it. Shining shoes, I mean. At least as good as a dame you’d pay for, probably. It wouldn’t mean anything if we-- did that. I mean, I could be the punk, that’s not a--”

“Bucky, shut up.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3520175 hold me until we crumble by queenklu 22k, Steve/Bucky,

“Sam told me you were watching Antiques Roadshow,” Natasha says, shaking out her hair. “I assumed it was a national emergency.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2537363 Silent thunder, as of a thousand wings by kaasknot 83k, Steve/Bucky, AU, angel!Bucky, pining, angst,

A theologian once said that angels are constructs of love and holy rage, and chained to obedience through both. Or maybe a theologian hadn't said that. Maybe it was the Bright One himself, or just Uriel being grumpy.

But Bucky knows that he loves Steve, and he loves his taskmaster of a boss even as he gripes about him over beers after work, and he loves the dames with their red, red lips and smooth, soft curves (and he loves the guys, loves their strength and the tall, proud lines of them), and he loves old Mrs. Greene even when her rheumatism acts up and she turns mean as a wet cat. But he loves Steve most of all, and if Bucky is shackled to mindless obedience because of it, he calls it a good trade, because Steven Grant Rogers is the best person he knows. When it comes down to it, he figures his desire only adds a new dimension to a love that was already there, glowing hot enough to burn.

He was sent to Earth in a cage of mortal flesh to watch over Steve, and Bucky can do no less than love him with all his heart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1871955 Out of the Dead Land by orphan_account 62k, Steve/Bucky, identity issues, h/c,

Someone is building machines that look and act like people.

Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1920351 Try jumping by brokentoy 1k, Steve/Bucky, frottage,

His legs tighten their hold and Steve grunts, pushes his head back until it thumps against the floor and Bucky looks up, takes advantage of the moment and fists his hand into Steve’s hair, right at the nape of his neck.

‘’Say uncle,’’ he says.

‘’Nope’’, Steve answers.

He pulls his hand a little, ‘’Come on.’’ Steve’s head arches with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1560899 Jonathan to his David by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse) 9k, Steve/Bucky, codependency, small dick,

Before, Bucky loved Steve's size. After, he falls in love with the whole package.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1825195 The Unlikely Summoner by Kryptaria 4k, Steve/Bucky, AU, demon!Bucky,

The fallen angel Buchuel has been summoned to the mortal world many times. Its powers have toppled kingdoms and destroyed armies. It thought it had seen it all... until a lonely young man from Brooklyn, seeking a good luck charm, accidentally summons Buchuel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1181292 Targets And Taking by Salmon_Pink Peter/Flash Thompson, bullying,

He's left his bruises on Parker, but Parker's left a mark somewhere under Flash's skin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11211306 The Man in the Mask by thelonebamf 21k, Wade/Peter, AU,

When Wade is unceremoniously dropped off into the custody of one Dr. Parker, he assumes the man has only the worst possible intentions for one of the world's last remaining mutants. But it turns out, the universe still holds plenty of surprises for them both.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12292941 From the Mouths of Babes by CAPSING 6k, Wade/Peter, age difference, internalized victim blaming,

“There’s a guy who’s been flirting with me.” “Mhmm,” Ned turns to Peter, swallowing his bite. “Is he hot?”

(Or: Deadpool starts hitting on Spider-Man, unaware he’s a minor; ignorance turns up not to bring any bliss to either of them.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16667122 The Devil All The Time by LeafyGreenQueen773 6k, Wade/Peter, AU, crush, catholic guilt,

AU: Peter doesn't have powers, but Wade does. Peter Parker was raised Catholic by his parents, and Uncle Ben took up the gauntlet of taking Peter to mass every Sunday. Now that Ben is gone, Peter feels guilty all the time. His emerging sexuality doesn't help.

Excerpt: Peter slipped a hand under the waistband of his pajama pants; he was already hard, and sensitive. The moment he wrapped his hand around himself, he felt a bead of moisture drip out of him. “Oh God,” he murmured into the darkness. Guilt surged into his chest. With a groan, Peter pulled his hand out of his pants and grabbed onto the sheet instead. He turned onto his side and forced himself to close his eyes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18242423 Arachnid meets Mercenary (and is happier for it) by landunderwave 11k, Wade/Peter, emotional h/c, first time, loneliness,

Spiderman is strong, fast, self-confident, sassy. Peter Parker is awkward, nerdy, socially graceless, and visibly not-human. They are both so very lonely. Enter stage left, one Merc with a Mouth, aka Deadpool, aka Wade Winston Wilson, booty-seeker extraordinaire. Also secretly lonely. Will they overcome their hangups and fall in love? Definitely, it's written in the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17647748 A Study of Stairways by sparkstarthetrashcan 14k, Wade/Peter, AU, ghost fic,

Wade Wilson is a bad student. Poor grades, no attention span and not a soul to help him. Even if he tries to study he’s always distracted by his phone or a supernaturally attractive boy who showed up out of nowhere, whispering answers in his ear.

Peter, almost got into Harvard, Parker spends his time tutoring students. He’s smart enough and he’s got nothing else to do, so he might as well. But Wade’s different. He doesn’t seem to want Peter for his brain like everyone else, Wade cares about him.

Problem is, Peter isn’t normal. He’s a ghost.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12664023 Weaver of Silk and Dreams by a_stands_for 73k, Wade/Peter, Peter/Johnny Storm, AU, mutant!Peter, age difference, slow burn, pining,

Ben Parker sighed as he looked up into The Thing's eyes, so expressively human in spite of the rest of his rocky appearance.

“My fifteen-year-old nephew--who's practically my own little boy!--” he choked out with a tight voice, “h-he can't pass for human anymore. He's scared, and he's isolated, and he just needs someone else to talk to! Someone who can understand. Please."

_____

Some alternate realities are unrecognizable, and some are indistinguishable. This one lies somewhere in between.

Peter Parker's life was derailed when he mutated into a strange human/spider hybrid, and he knows that's not the way things went down for him in other realities. Still, he's determined to forge a new path and make the best of it. Sometimes "the friends we made along the way" really is the greatest treasure anyone could ask for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/561716 We Might Be Radioactive by Croik 48k, Bruce/Peter, age difference,

Peter misses his chance at saving the world alongside the Avengers, but he's not out. When he scales Stark Tower hoping to meet Tony (and possibly secure a seat on the team) he instead meets Bruce, who has taken up a temporary residence while he continues his Hulk research. The two bond over science-y things, but between Bruce's dry spell, Peter's teen hormones, and the secret identities they're still coming to grips with themselves, it doesn't take long for things to get complicated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6578101 Calenture by Florentium 12k, Steve/Bucky, first time, body dysphoria, gender roles,

A heatwave has had Steve and Bucky cooped up in the tenement for the past couple of days and Steve is starting to wear out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2599046 there's nothing left of you by notallbees 22k, Steve/Buck, pining, body dysphoria, emotional h/c,

Bucky’s having a hard time reconciling Captain America with the friend he left behind in Brooklyn. It’s bad enough that every time he closes his eyes he sees the inside of a torture chamber. Now, every time he opens them again, he sees a stranger with Steve Rogers’ eyes and smile.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7907179 Strays by snarklyboojum 33k, Steve/Bucky, semi-accidental voyeurism, weaponized music, surveillance,

After finding himself alone for the first time in decades, the Winter Soldier learns how to be a person again. Mostly through caring for an orphaned kitten, countless rounds of YouTube roulette, and stalking Captain America.

Or: Bucky Barnes, accidental millennial.

Naruto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11500380 I'm falling for your eyes (but they don't know me yet) by blackkat 1k, Shisui/Naruto, gender fluid character,

Shisui is done. Gone. That’s it for him, he’s toast.

(Or, Shisui is in love. Naruto is mostly oblivious. Everyone else is entirely convinced that Shisui is a creeper.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7726795 How To Survive The Weirdest Experience Of Your Life by IncompleteSentanc (Erava) 40k, Obito/Kakashi, everybody lives nobody dies, post time travel fix-it, PTSD,

Obito has lived through the single weirdest experience of his life. Not many could say that they'd gotten crushed by a boulder, had half their body replaced by creepy alien flesh, was promptly held captive for a year by a supposed-to-be-dead Madara Uchiha, was saved by a randomly raiding pack of supervillains, then promptly killed by them, fixed up again, then dumped in a forest, and finally, FINALLY, returned home again.

Yeah.

His life has gotten pretty weird. But he's home, he has his family, and he has hope that someday soon he'll be able to say he didn't just survive the experience - but that he also come out of it pretty okay.

(Sequel to How To Save The World)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14084685 kintsukuroi by tomorrowsrain 26k, Obito/Kakashi, AU,

In which Kakashi and Obito survive the Kyuubi attack, get exiled from Konoha, learn how to survive, and still manage to become legends along the way.

(The bratty genin are unexpected, though.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10220633 Sakutaro by NikkiGrand 9k, Sakura/Sakura, rule 63, self-cest,

When Haruno Sakutaro said that he'd date the hell out of himself, he wasn't being literal.

But they say that man makes plans and God laughs, and ain't that the truth?

Somehow finding himself in an alternate dimension where he's a girl, Sakutaro finds himself venturing into unknown, salaciously ridiculous territory...for science.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14826039 three is a crowd by exarite 3k, Sakura/Neji/Shikamaru, voyeurism, exhibitionism, poly,

There's no real time and place to pinpoint how exactly the three of them began, and so all they have is this: moments in time, steps in place for the three of them to fall together.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/876332 Forbidden by enodia 2k, Sakura/Shikamaru, infidelity, secret relationship,

Sometimes what you see is what you get. Sometimes not. Sometimes only a select few know what really goes on behind the scenes. Sakura and Shikamaru are both aware of this and they prefer to keep some secrets to themselves.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13544241 J'accuse! by TipsyRaconteur 38k, Sakura/Kakashi,

In which Kakashi and Sakura make a series of escalating accusations.

-----

Glaring at him, she said accusingly, “You like me.”

His eyes widened, and a short, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. “What, are you twelve?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15123857 An Experiment by mummapaintstheblues 140k, Sakura/Kakashi, slow burn,

Surely even the Hokage is able to indulge in the occasional mope in the privacy of his own office.. A project to get these ninja some much needed therapy brings two of them together in a unique way. It might just be enough to pull them out of the loneliness, and Kakashi is determined she won't end up like him. A long winded slow burn in which Kakashi makes questionable decisions to end his Hokagedom and Sakura continues to be awesome.

------------------------------------

Star Wars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21798157 Binary Stars by Pawprinter 2k, Finn/Poe,

There is nothing like an approaching battle and looming death to make one come clean about their hidden feelings. Minutes before he is set to take off, Poe has one thing on his mind.

He needs to find Finn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6056386 Sehnsuch by tjiokra (scatteredmoonlight) 27k, Finn/Poe, canon-AU, conditioning, memory loss, PTSD,

Phasma issues to the FN unit refurbished datapads plundered from a demolished Resistance base, which have been refilled with First Order propaganda. Naturally, FN-2187’s datapad malfunctions and resets to its original settings. Before FN-2187 can properly panic over this, a message is sent to him by a Resistance fighter under the code name Black Leader. It’s one simple word: “Status?”

FN-2187 wakes up to the orders of committing coldblooded murder and falls asleep to the despair of the dead. He’s one step away from messing up and getting reconditioned. When Black Leader asks how he’s doing, even if the question isn’t intended for him, FN-2187 can’t help himself.

He replies, “Alive.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7423957 A Thicket of New Veins by gloss 5k, Finn/Poe, first time, PTSD, accidental stimulation,

"I'm okay." Poe grabs Finn's shoulder and tugs him closer. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Yeah, of course, I won't." Finn nods and hope it looks reassuring. "You know, other than that one defection, I'm a pretty reliable person."

"Yeah," Poe says, and maybe it's just because they're leaning so close like they're about to share their deepest secrets, but Finn hears Poe's *breath* every bit as much as his words. "You really are. Um." Unexpected reunion, post-battle stress, and accidental stimulation=desperately needed first time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5609887 to the sky without wings by leupagus 81k, Poe/Luke,

Poe dreams of a blue-green tree.

this is a very, very good read.

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Good Omens

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19386730 Spoonful by Demorra (thebibliosphere) 2k, Aziraphale/Crowley,

“Nanny?”

Crowley’s head jerked up as he twisted round awkwardly in his chair to find a familiar face staring at him through the crowd, the time-altered features torn somewhere between consternation and twitching on the verge of a grin. He stared.

“Warlock?” Crowley he demanded, reaching for his glasses and only just managing to resist the urge to pull them off, “Warlock?”

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Merlin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/638875 The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue Cuz Being Rich is Hard Life by derryere 5k, Merlin/Arthur, AU, pining,

Arthur sells make-out lessons at a boarding school.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10991331 Heart Lines by PeaceHeather 47k, Merlin/Arthur, soulmates, asexuality,

Everyone is born with a heart line, a pigmented mark running from the heart down the left arm to the palm, which turns color when the person comes of age, telling them when it is time to seek their soulmate. Red indicates a romantic love, while blue is for platonic "heart-friends", as the minstrels called it.

Uther had always told Arthur to ignore his heart line, that it wouldn't matter who his soulmate was; princes did not marry for love, after all. If was lucky, he'd be able to keep her as a mistress, so long as he did not get any children with her. Uther hated magic and would have urged Arthur to ignore the heart line anyway, if he could.

Arthur wasn't sure his soulmate was really a woman despite Uther's assumptions. But Arthur's heart line hadn't even come into its full color yet, which meant he hadn't come of age in the eyes of the gods, despite being named crown prince by Uther. So it really didn't matter: whoever his soulmate was, he wasn't yet ready to meet them.

Then one day his heart line comes in, and it's neither red nor blue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19835569 Show Me by tehfanglyfish 10k, Merlin/Arthur, telepathic bond, accidental voyeurism, mutual masturbation,

An attack from a vindictive sorcerer leaves Arthur able to hear Merlin's thoughts and share his dreams, revealing secrets Merlin would rather keep hidden.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3218075 Fathom Me Out by supercalvin 21k, Merlin/Arthur,

After ten years, Arthur thinks he has Merlin all figured out. But as he watches Merlin, he finds out that he has more questions than answers. The longer he thinks about it, the more uneasy he feels. So he pushes it aside. Except, he can no longer ignore the questions he has about Merlin.

Not your everyday reveal!fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/245495 The Promise Within by MK_Yujji 49k, Merlin/Arthur,

“This is not as destiny intended, young warlock. You are meant to be the magical side of this coin, not the young Pendragon. I can no longer clearly see what path destiny will follow.”

An ancient ceremony alters the course of destiny and everyone must face choices that no one expected. As Uther’s hatred of magic clashes with his love for his son, Arthur sees everything in a different light.

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Borderlands

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5784007 up into the silence, the green by bellpickle 78k, Handsome Jack/Rhys, AU,

Rhys thought he was ready for anything when he arrived on Helios as a newly minted Hyperion worker bee. Until the CEO was murdered on his very first day.

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"Hey there, kiddos! Handsome Jack here. I’m sure you’ve all heard the good news by now, or at least waved at it as it floated by the windows. If you look real closely at Mr Tassiter’s frostbitten face, you can see the tear streaks from when he cried like a pansy bitch in his final moments. Good times!”

“Anyway, just wanted to tell you all how honored I am to know that you dirty ingrates are already making attempts on my life. I’m expecting at least one more before the day’s end, so don’t disappoint me. I’ll be waiting."

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The story of how Rhys fell in love with the most hated man in six galaxies.

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Hannibal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10505733 The Fault in My Code by LiaS0 90k, Will/Hannibal, AU, soulmates, manipulation, gaslighting, murder,

Soulmate AU: Soulmates find their other half when they look into their eyes. After the next time they sleep, they wake with one eye the color of their intended.

Will Graham avoids eyes. He's never wanted a soulmate, never wanted to be told by the universe who he was supposed to feel a connection to. He already struggles enough with connections, thank you very much. As a psychiatrist, he works with soulmates who have lost their other half through various means, part of a social system that regards the journey to your soulmate as the most important thing a person can do. Coerced by Jack Crawford to consult on a case where the assailant is targeting soulmates, Will finds himself turning to the notorious Dr. Lecter to gain insight on how he's choosing the soulmates to target.

Things go horribly awry when he looks into Hannibal's eyes, though. The next morning, he wakes up with one eye blue, the other maroon. He's never wanted a soulmate, least of all one behind bars for murdering dozens of people and eating them. Hannibal thinks it's delightful -it's been dreadfully boring since he was locked up.

Romance, thriller, mayhem, mystery, soulmate au with a realistic twist, and a grumpy Will Graham

absolutely fascinating take on the trope

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Avatar: The Last Airbender

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4592961 challenging by orphan_account 5k, Sokka/Zuko, sparring,

Sokka knew Fire Nation customs were weird, especially the customs surrounding royalty, but it seemed impossible for something like treating your sparring partner to be so outrageously out of Zuko's comfort zone. For Sokka, it was common sense, even if he'd grown up sparring with cloth bundles instead of real people. It was just the right thing to do. Maybe this wasn't even a Fire Nation thing, maybe it was a Zuko thing. After all, it was only recently that he'd even decided to join Team Avatar and hitch his hopes with the good guys. This might just be one of the many things that former villains had to learn – like smiling, or laughing in a way that didn't sound sharp and bladed. But looking at Zuko now, still staring at him, he had a good idea it was the former.

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Toy Story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/617850 Under the Table and Dreaming by hollycomb 103k, Andy/Sid,

Andy met Sid when he was four years old, and while some things change, a lot of things stay the same.

this fic is an amazing read

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South Park

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2460731 Never Change by hollycomb 115k, Stan/Kyle, murder mystery, closeted character,

Thirteen years after his high school girlfriend's pregnancy upended his life, Stan is still in South Park, working with his partner Bebe as a local cop. They're in the process of investigating a series of possibly connected murders when FBI agent Kyle Broflovski returns to town and informs his old friend Stan that this is his investigation now.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16691212 Little Runaway by scarecrow_horses 42k Xander/Spike, domestic, off-screen prostitution,

An alternate ending to the 'Glory' problem from season 5. Dawn comes up with the perfect solution, and Spike reluctantly agrees. Now they just need a 'rational, mature, adult' to make the idea palatable to Buffy. Enter Xander.....

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1076429 Ritual, With Oil by dustandroses 2k, Xander/Spike, painting on skin, magical ritual, voyeurism,

This was what Xander got for volunteering. He needed to stop doing that.

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/r/NoSleep

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/8oueb7/i_work_security_at_disney_world_well_i_mean_i_did/ I work security at Disney World... well, I mean I did. by u/disneysecurity

I work in security at Disney World, the happiest place on Earth. Typically, I wouldn’t say where I work as obviously there are some pretty strict rules about things employees can put online, but I just don’t think I can tell this properly without that context. And, honestly, I think this may be it for me anyway with this job. I just can’t see myself working here any longer now.

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3iex1h/im_a_search_and_rescue_officer_for_the_us_forest/ I'm a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell by u/searchandrescuewoods

I wasn't sure where else to post these stories, so I figured I'd share them here. I've been an SAR officer for a few years now, and along the way I've seen some things that I think you guys will be interested in.

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/9z3cm6/so_yeah_i_dont_do_drugs_anymore/ So, Yeah... I Don't Do Drugs Anymore. by u/TheJesseClark

I mean, I was never a heavy addict, or anything. Never did heroin, or meth. Tried crack cocaine once. That was… yeah. But I was only sober for eight months between that and when Eddie, an old buddy of mine, introduced me to something called K3. Against my better judgement, I took him up on the offer.

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/9418eh/i_saw_something_on_the_evening_news_that_i_cant/ I saw something on the evening news that I can't explain by u/OQS

My work friends and I were out at our favourite pub last night. Not a really fancy place but, you know, cheap beer and close enough to home that I don't have to drive. The night started out normally enough, the four of us crammed into a small table off in the corner, mostly talking shop and shitting on our boss. Being this was the middle of the week there weren't too many other people around, maybe around eight or nine others in the whole place. Everybody just kinda keeping to themselves, sorta people you'd expect to see in a pub on a Wednesday.

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty Two, “Don’t Let Me Go”

Hi!!!! Wow, long time no see. Somehow the writing bug bit me again and I finished up this chapter. I hope to post some another one for you guys soon, but (as you know) unfortunately I don’t know. Life has just been so busy the last few years and writing hasn’t been interesting to me or it’s just dropped as a priority. There are no words for how sorry I am to leave you guys hanging with this story.... I hope I can keep posting chapters for you guys, even if it’s off and on. I hope that some of you are still around and will see this chapter, and that you’ll like it. I’d love to hear what you think :)

“Y-you did all of this?” I ask, pointing at the food, the streamers hanging from the ceiling, my favorite music falling from the speakers, my favorite foods donning the tables in the corner, and so on and so forth.

“Who d’ya think did it?” he laughs, giving me a fake glare. I barely have time to laugh with him when people start clinking their solo cups with plastic spoons and shouting “speech, speech, speech” over and over with their eyes on Harry.

I find myself chanting along with them as his cheeks fill with the color of roses. “Alright, alright, calm down ya crazy lot,” he shouts, dimples drilling into his cheeks as he uses his arms to tell them to quiet down. “I didn’ really prepare a speech, but fine, I guess you lot will get one. Fuck, where do I even start?” he titters, and so does everybody else at his choice of words.

Briiiiiiing!

“Styles and Lawson, this is Rebecca,” I chime, finding it hard to hold in a sigh as I play the fake cheerful card. And boy do I try to believe it, too.

"Hi yes, I’m calling about . . . ,” the shrill voice belonging to an old granny spills into my ears. I grudgingly reply and transfer them to the right department that they should have called in the first place. Sigh.

My fingers return to the keyboard of my laptop and glide across the keys. I pick up where I left off from the middle of the sentence. The sentence I was interrupted in the middle of.

“I need copies o’ these,” a voice rasps, before I hear a definite clud. I look up to find a pair of tired green eyes belonging to Harry. They disappear in a flash when he turns his back, walking away without another word. With a huff, I reach over to grab the small stack of law books and documents, post-its spanning the color of the rainbow sticking out to mark pages.

Beep.

I tap my finger along the screen, first entering Harry’s code. Welcome, Harry, it reads. I press OK and ignore the many options, and instead select Copy. After selecting what I need, I tap the green button and wait for the whirring of the printer.

Ten minutes and many copies later, I plant the last post it on a stack of copies of Chapter 10 from Law’s Empire. After rearranging the stacks in alternating directions in one big stack, I settle the hefty pile in my arms before turning around.

I nearly lose it when I turn around. Harry stands mere inches in front of me, floating into the room unannounced like a ghost. And in my fright, my arms do a weird thing out of my control. In staggering slow motion, dozens upon dozens of papers jump into the air.

Suddenly, my vision speeds up to the present. I groan loudly at the mess of papers lying on our feet all over the floor.

“‘m sorry, didn’ mean t’ scare ya, love,” Harry comments softly. He falls to his knees as he gathers a handful of paper. “Here, lemme help you.”

“I’m fine, I got it,” I reply, grabbing a piece of paper with an orange post-it. “Did you need something?”

“What?”

“Well, you were standing two inches away from my face when I turned around. It kind of implies that you need something,” I say, starting to recognize some similar papers. I begin to make stacks of the familiar pages.

Law’s Empire. A History of British Law. Pages from a file on somebody named Harrows.

The reason is fleeting me, but I look up briefly to find his head bent down as he gathers papers together in a uniform stack. The pause rouses him and he looks up too. I tear my eyes away after only a few seconds of eye contact. A chilling silence fills the space between us, often interrupted by the sound of shuffling paper and the almost quiet ticking of the clock.

Maybe minutes later, my five stacks are growing higher along with his. I start to see the tile floor that I had forgotten was there.

“I wanted t’ talk t’ you.”

“Of course,” I almost retort in a mutter, setting aside a copy of page 489 from The Infamous Case.

A syllable falls from his lips, but it stops there and I try to ignore it.

The stack for Dallow vs. Emprise Inc. has nearly doubled in size by the time he speaks again.

“Why can’ we talk ‘bout what happened?”

“Because, Harry, there’s nothing for us to talk about,” I answer, picking up copies from the Harrows stack and clinking them against my thighs to straighten them out.

“Becks,” he almost pleads by the sound of it, and it catches my attention. I’m coming to hate that name, with how much it’s been battered and abused.

“It’s over, Harry, just drop it. Please.”

“No, I don’ wanna drop it, Becks. ‘s not over.”

After sorting through a good two dozen papers I pick up another, leaving only a handful or so left. Thank God, then maybe I can get out of here.

“Yes, it is, Harry. Stop it.”

“Why?” he retorts through gritted teeth.

He pushes his stacks into the middle.

“Because it was over the second you didn’t try to give me the benefit of the doubt,” I say curtly, staring down at his messy stacks that I combine with mine. Throwing caution out the window, I put them all into one stack that I hug to my chest as I get to my feet.

Finally, I meet his eyes as our shoes squeak against the tiles. He stands between me and my way out. A synonym to sadness tugs at his eyes. His red rose lips pout out of the corner of my eye.

The door clicks behind me with a definite thud as I make my escape.

I have to push away my disappointment when I don’t hear the clud of his footsteps coming after me.

It pains me to wrap my fingers around that handle. I feel a pang seeing his desk and all of his familiar furniture and books. It hurts, even more, to look at his leather couch and see where we sat at each end on late nights. Boxes of takeaway and empty beer bottles would sit on the carpet nearby. Our laughs floating around the room and filling the empty cracks in the walls. And the empty parts of my heart. Maybe even his.

My feet hardly budge from his doorway. I drag them across the room and over to his desk. My eyes land on the scattered mess atop it. Papers. Empty mugs. Forgotten pens. Hastily written notes. I juggle the stack of papers back and forth, trying to find an empty space for them where they won’t get lost. My eyes catch the dark wooden frame beside his phone. His dimpled cheeks and sparkling eyes smile at me from a picture. Next to the excited smile and fake blonde head of hair called his girlfriend. Amber.

“I coulda taken those,” a voice speaks from behind me. I jump at the sound of his voice. Once again, it’s as if he floated into the room without a squeak.

Gulp.

I pick a spot and drop the papers there. Turning around, her perfect smile and perfect face stare at me out of the corner of my vision. Touching my hair nervously, I find him standing in his doorway looking lost. Nervous. A question sits on his face. The way he looks at me is as if he wishes for me to answer it. I look down quickly as thoughts storm through my brain. I strive for the calm after the storm, and I know the only way that’ll happen.

I lift my head, and it finally feels clear for a moment. I meet his eyes and nervously lock gazes.

“Consider this my two week’s notice. I’ll help you find a replacement for me. I’ll train them in and I’ll finish up what I’m doing, but then I’m gone,” I announce suddenly. I wish for my voice to sound balanced and confident, but I’m almost sure it’s the polar opposite.

His eyebrows raise as if controlled by a puppeteer, and his jaw drops nearly in sync. No words fall from his mouth, but I see question after question blossoming behind his big eyes.

The storm behind mine rages and howls as I walk past him. Now it’s my turn to float away like a ghost. If only I could turn invisible, too. And maybe haunt a person or two, like a certain somebody’s girlfriend.

The rest of the week drags on slowly. Rain plagues the city and puddles litter the sidewalks everywhere I go. I count the days until I can leave and call this time in my life a stupid mistake of the past. But the days can’t go fast enough, and with the incessant rain, they only seem to go by slower. The jumbled mess in my head only grows worse, too. The dread. The slight excitement. The relief. The confliction. The sadness. The feeling of being lost. The wondering of what the hell I’ll do next.

Another storm rumbles overhead amidst the beeps and whirring of the elevator. Finally, the red number reaches 17 and the silver doors part. I’m bombarded by the sounds of the seventeenth floor. Chatter. Typing. Phones ringing. It’s not long before it blends into the background, just like any other day.

One week down, one left to go. My Monday is slow and I’m quickly reminded of my restless sleep from the night before.

Caffeine is my saving grace throughout the day that seems like it’ll never end. First, the copier won’t work. Then I get an earful from some stranger on the phone. Next, I realized I forgot my lunch at home. To top it all off, Harry is in a disastrous mood. This last one is by far the worst as if the others weren’t bad enough.

“Wha’s this I hear ‘bout you hangin’ up on people?” a voice rasps from behind me. The four numbers unique to me show on the screen of the kiosk before I hit enter.

“I’m on my lunch break, I’m not working right now,” I reply, walking away and towards the fridge with the hopes I’ll find something forgiving there.

“I don’ care if yer on yer lunch break, or if yer off for tha day. I wann’ talk t’ you,” Harry retorts. I resist rolling my eyes at his remark as my eyes search the shelves of the fridge. The barren shelves.

“Then what do you want?” I huff, turning to face him as the refrigerator door closes with a soft thud.

“First, yer hangin’ up on people, then sumbody called t’ tell me that ya messed up their appointment with me, and lastly I still haven’ gotten tha copies I asked for at nine this morning?” he continues, holding out his ringed fingers and using them to count. He holds up three of his fingers and waves them in the air. As if I don’t know how to count, too. “What, are ya tryin’ to make yer last two weeks hell for tha both of us?”

“No.”

“Well, it sure fookin’ seems like it. What, have ya just given up halfway in? Ya still got anotha week left ya know, a week that still requires you t’ do yer job. And train yer replacement in, but ya seemed t’ forget that part haven’t ya, considerin’ ya’ve still failed t’ find one?” Harry goes on, poking at the ticking time bomb inside of my chest. The anger pumping through my veins goes a little quicker with every word that falls from his lips.

“Fuck off,” I tell him, pronouncing every syllable clearly and slowly.

His green eyes expand in a second flat and instantly regret fills me with a sick feeling. But then the anger returns and my heart starts racing.

“Excuse me? What makes ya think ya can talk t’ me like that? ‘m still yer boss, don’ bloody forget that,” Harry says, his voice rising as he wags a finger at me. Annoyance and anger knits his eyebrows together.

Fear surges into my veins and suddenly I’m tired. My stomach growls, yelling at me to feed it so it won’t be empty anymore. But I couldn’t find five minutes this morning to order something, and I’ve had enough of the rain that the last thing I want to do is step back into it before I absolutely have to.

“Please, just stop. I’m sorry, okay?” I sigh, my voice threatening to break on the last syllable. Suddenly, his features soften and the real Harry peaks out at me from the cracks.

“Becks, I’m sorry, too. I know ‘s not an excuse, but ‘ve been having a hard time lately. ‘s been so hard t’ try and find a replacement tha’s even half as good as you. I jus’ wish we could talk ‘bout this more, and that you could stay. Please, Becks, ‘ll do anything,” Harry says quietly. His voice leaks of pleading and honesty - two things I haven’t seen in a long time.

My shoulders threaten to fall with a loose shrug, but I stop them before they can. I gulp past the knot in my throat and force myself not to give in. A flicker of movement behind him catches my eye, and I look over briefly to see what it was. The door opens and in walks Asher with two brown paper bags clutched in his hands and a question painting his face.

“No, Harry. My mind is made up, I’m leaving. I spoke with somebody who sounds like they’d be a good fit - she’s coming in tomorrow,” I say softly, defeat tugging at the corners of my voice but the edge sticks. And so does my decision.

I walk away after the last word hits the air before he can say anything else. The smell of greasy fish and chips tempts my taste buds as I near Asher.

He flashes me a small smile before whispering, “are you okay?” as he turns to follow me out the door. I nod ‘yes’ and take the bag he holds out towards me.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

A microwavable cup of oatmeal. Picking titles off Harry’s bookshelves and making copies at his request, over and over. Then putting them back where they were, in alphabetical order by title. Picking up his newest dry cleaning. Taking care of his shopping lists. The next mornings consisted of this. Oh, and ordering take away because guess who was too busy again to make herself lunch?

“Hello, is anybody home in there?” somebody says. I jump a few inches off of my seat and jerk my head up to see who’s talking to me. Harry. With his large hands resting on the edge of my desk. Wrinkling papers and pushing things around. “You okay, love? You look a little down, and tired, and-.”

“Okay, I get it. I don’t look the best. Noted,” I reply, looking away from him and to my computer.

“I-I didn’ mean it that way . . Really, are you sure yer okay, Becks? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine, thanks.”

“Okay, if you insist,” he replies. He finally lifts his hands from my desk and makes it look like he’s going to leave. But he doesn’t. He continues to stand there and look at me, awkwardly.

“Um, can I help you with something?” I ask him, holding my hand out before I rest my chin in my palm.

It takes him a short moment to collect his thoughts. But then after looking around mindlessly his eyes return to me. “Ya know if ya need a letter of recommendation or something, I’d be glad t’ write one for ya. Unless ya’ve already found a job and ‘m saying this kind late . . I mean if yer looking for another personal assistant job which whoever that’s for they’re tha luckiest in tha world,” Harry goes on. He talks like he’s never going to stop, but I wouldn’t put it past him. “Have ya already found a new job?”

“No, I uh haven’t. But I’m working on it,” I reply. I awkwardly meet his eyes that gently look back into mine. An unwelcome thought creeps in through a crack in my reserve, and there I am feeling the weight of its words.

If only things could always be easy like this and he could be easy like this then I wouldn’t be looking for another job. But they’re not.

“Good. ‘m sure you’ll find something great, whatever it is ya choose. Anybody will be lucky t’ have you,” he rambles on quietly. The tension in the air grows and I suddenly wish this conversation was over minutes ago. “Ya wouldn’ ever go and work for Tomlinson or the bloody Scotts-.”

“No no, of course not. I’d never do that to you,” I reply quickly. A quick smile flashes across his face and a blush pinches his cheeks.

“Yeah yeah, I know. I didn’ want it t’ seem like I thought you would, but-.”

“I know, Harry. It’s ok,” I tell him softly. Now it’s my turn to smile, or the best I can try.

“Y-you’ll be ok?” Harry says slowly, thumbing at his bottom lip. The question catches me off guard, and I look away from the feeling in his eyes. I can’t handle it. This is already hard enough, and the two weeks isn’t even up.

I clear my throat and pull my head back up to look at him. I nod at his question and his head moves a little too. He bites at his bottom lip and turns his eyes away.

“You have an appointment later with Judge O’Connell at 3, and then the new prospect, Amelia Jones, should be here in fifteen to interview,” I say quickly so as to avoid any more sappy talk. But I quickly regret it, because knowing Harry it’ll be another few days until another moment like this.

And I only have six left, counting today. Six days to figure everything out, and to let him go. As if I could do that.

“So. . ,” he rasps as the hum of the heating fills my ears after the previously incessant chatter.

“What?” I ask softly, tearing my gaze from the wall to Harry’s inquisitive eyes that search for mine.

“What did ya think of her?” he continues, speaking with his expressive eyebrows that climb up his forehead. The pen in his hand ventures out towards me in question before it returns to its stay between his teeth.

“She was good, probably the best one yet,” I admit hesitantly, looking down at my clipboard holding an interview sheet similar to the one in his lap. She checked nearly all of the boxes, and the one’s she missed were miniscule. Insignificant. She’s damn near perfect. I hate it.

“She was better than good, she was bloody great,” he nearly sings with a giddy smile, and I find it tugging at my heart. I shouldn’t feel resentment and jealousy when I’m the one choosing to leave, but this whole situation is wrong and nontraditional so what’s one more thing then? “I think ‘ll hire her. What d’ya think?”

“Go ahead, you’re the boss,” I reply, standing from my chair and stretching my arms above my head. Images of her flame-like curls pop into my head along with her piercing jade eyes and beautiful laugh that put a spark in Harry’s eyes.

“Becks,” Harry begins as I shake my head with the hopes the motion will break up the unpleasant thoughts enough to make them turn into dust and blow away. And maybe to get him to stop calling me that, too. If only it were that easy. “I want yer opinion. If ya don’ think she’s good enuff, tell me.”

“She’s great, Harry, she’s more than good enough. She said so herself that she’s willing to learn and has some similar job experience. I’ll give her a call and tell her she can start training tomorrow,” I respond, turning my head to meet his eyes briefly before I head for the door and out of this painful moment.

“Ya know, you can still change yer mind . . ,” he blurts, his words rooting me to the spot but persuading me to do the opposite.

“Harry, please don’t. What’s done is done.”

“We can still talk ‘bout this,” he starts, but I don’t let him finish.

“No, we can’t,” I retort, whipping around to meet his eyes begging for mine. “And you know exactly why, Harry. It was your choice, not mine.”

If he said something, I didn’t hear it. I’m passing the threshold and out the door before he has the chance to speak and before I have the chance to. There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know if I’ll ever know how to.

Beep.

The elevator climbs another floor and when I look up I’ve arrived at floor 17, for the last time. My first time being just a few short months ago, although it’s felt far longer. Nothing has really changed besides the newness of the place fading away, and the redhead standing at my desk that’s almost her’s.

I walk to the break room to clock in for the last time. I hear voices spilling out of the cracked door before I even enter.

“I think she’s the longest one he’s kept around,” a man’s voice remarks.

“I’m glad he got rid of her, or whatever happened, ‘cuz this new one’s much better looking. I wouldn’t blame him if he slept with this assistant for real this time, heck maybe I will even,” his friend snickers beside him, their backs to me as they drop sugar cubes into their cups of tea with laughs.

“What, ya mean he didn’t sleep with this one already?” the first bloke asks with a soft laugh. The stirring of their spoons fills the short silences between their gossiping.

“No, he didn’t,” I announce loudly, and I watch one of their teas fall over and begin to coat the counter they stand at. They both face me with a “deer in the headlights” look before moving their feet as fast as they can to leave the scene of the crime.

“Ignore them,” a voice says behind me, and who I find to belong to my nearly only friend here.

“Easier said than done,” I reply, following him to the kiosk to clock in.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Asher asks, looking behind me after he puts his code in.

“I couldn’t even tell ya,” I confess as I punch my number in for one of the last times. I bring my eyes to meet his and I feel my lip wobble when our eyes connect.

He reaches out and wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side.

“Come on now, don’t start crying because you’ll miss me too much,” he jokes as I nuzzle my head into his chest, my arms winding around his taut middle. I laugh with him as I swipe at a tear on my cheek.

“You’re the only one I’ll miss,” I tell him, looking up to find his eyes that are somewhere up there at the top of his lanky body.

“We both know that’s not true,” he whispers with a flick of his brow. I nod and return my cheek to his chest and give him a squeeze. “Go get ‘em, Tiger,” are the last words I hear from him with a wink and a toothy grin. Oh, Ash, what would I do without you?

“Good morning, Ms. Holte,” somebody says as my fingers leave the handle of the break room door.

“Oh hi, Amelia. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Becky?” I reply casually as I meet the eyes of Amelia Jones.

“Yes yes, of course, I’m sorry uh, Becky,” she says nervously, stumbling over her words and nearly her feet as we walk to my desk.

“It’s okay. How are you this morning? Do you think you’re almost ready to take over for me on Monday?” I ask her with a teasing tone, even though it’s the plain truth and a hard one to swallow.

“I think so, I just hope I can do as good of a job as you, Becky,” she replies with a sugary sweet smile.

I thank her before we start our day with her sitting at the desk and me sitting at the side now because this is how it’s going to be from now. I still can’t get used to it, even if all but a few of my personal effects are now replaced with her own. I gulp before forcing a smile and letting her begin.

“Lookin’ great this morning, ladies,” a familiar raspy voice chirps and I look up to see Harry coasting on by with a wink. I hope Amelia can get over her little crush before Monday because God knows that isn’t going to bode well. I should know.

Mid morning I take a tea break as well as an Amelia break, because God, how can somebody be that happy all of the time? I drop a couple of sugar cubes into my tea and stir the spoon around, hearing its clinking and scraping as another sound interrupts my thoughts.

“Are you actually getting sad about leaving this job finally? I thought this was something you’ve wanted for a long time,” Asher’s sunshine voice mumbles from the doorway as he closes the door behind him.

“Yes and yes,” I reply with a small laugh and return my eyes to my cup of light brown tea.

“Ah, I knew it,” he responds, pointing a finger at me. He stops in front of me and leans against the countertop, looking around and behind him nervously. Asher wrings his hands together and nibbles his lip, things I’ve only seen him do when he has something on his mind.

“God, can’t anybody around here act normally today?” I huff before taking a cautionary sip, but it’s still too hot to drink quite yet. “I swear, Amelia is acting even more weird than usual. She kept having me help her with copies and scans, even though she nailed that the first day here, and then was talking secretively to Harry a lot. Then there’s Harry and Myles acting weird, I mean even Jennings is being nice to me today, and then there’s you acting like you’re being watched by the cops.”

“I am not acting weird!” he protests with a funny look, but I think we both know I don’t believe him for a second.

“Whatever, I’ll find out why soon enough,” I say, taking my cup of tea and leaving the breakroom to continue supervising Amelia even though she’s nailing every part of the job and she hasn’t even officially started. I’m not even gone from this job yet and I’m being shown up by my replacement. Ugh.

“Hey, Becky? . . Becky?” a voice speaks, interrupting my daydreaming.

“Uh yeah?” I say, spinning around to find Amelia standing in front of the desk. Now her desk. Her bangs crowd her eyes as she tightens the bow on her waist tying her wrap around violet dress that hugs her in all of the right places. She even has a better body than me, what the fuck.

“I uh t-told the client coming at noon that we’ll go a-and wait for them in the conference room, so um if you’re ready . . ,” she trails off, not knowing what to say next because she can hardly get out a full sentence as it is.

“Uh yeah, sure let’s go,” I say, getting to my feet. “There should be some notepads and pens in there. We’ll just do a preliminary consultation with them to see what kind of representation they would need from Harry, and also if their case would be up his alley,” I explain, and she nods fast as if I’ve already explained this before.

As she leads me away from the desk and down the hallway towards the conference room and the offices, I rack my brain wondering if I’ve already told her this. I’ve done this annoying repeating thing before already, and it’s embarrassing enough when she tells me that she knows because I’ve gone over it already. I don’t want it to happen again, especially in front of a client. I don’t know why I’m worrying about it anyways when it’s my last day here, I mean-

Amelia interrupts my inner monologue when she opens the door to the dark conference room and suddenly the lights turn on as the rest of my senses are bombarded.

“Surprise!” a mix of voices shout at me, freezing me in place. “Happy going away party, Becky!” my coworkers continue as they throw their arms in the air, confetti blowers popping, kazoos kazooing, and party hats atop their heads.

My mouth opens as if to speak, but the words run away from me as my cheeks pinch with a smile. “Oh my- I don’t know what to say. Um, wow thanks, everybody!” I beam with excitement and am suddenly overwhelmed with hugs from everybody and anybody from the firm - people I don’t think I’ve ever seen and others who I didn’t like and who didn’t like me, including “deer in the headlights” guys from this morning.

“I’m sorry, I hated to keep it from you, but I promised,” Asher says, finally coming to my rescue with a drink he shoves into my hand as he wraps me up in a warm hug.

“It’s okay, Ash, I guess I can let you off the hook,” I laugh as I hug him back.

“I’m really gonna miss you, ya know. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this shithole without you,” he continues, giving me a kiss on the head.

“Awww, Ash, don’t make me start crying again.”

“I know, I’m just so good at it,” he giggles with a wobbly voice, and I laugh too.

“Go have something to eat, but not that Jello salad Bitchy Trishie from IT brought. It’s probably poisoned with her spit or something,” he teases, and I smack his arm playfully as he walks away sticking his tongue out at me.

I laugh softly to myself before taking a drink from my cup of fruit punch, looking around at everybody milling around. Eating free food. Hugging one another. Laughing with each other. Talking with people they say they hate. And signing the poster board on the table by the food, writing fake messages to me that I’ll most likely read only once or never. I tsk when I see one of the most gossipy girls signing it, but as I turn my head to look away my vision is blessed with that of something else.

My lips spark with an instant smile that outdoes my surprise of just a few minutes ago. He sees me just a few seconds later, and a smile tugs his lips upwards effortlessly.

“What d’ya think, did I do a good job?” Harry asks as he stops in front of me, holding his arms out and my jaw drops in astonishment.

“Who d’ya think did it?” he laughs, giving me a fake glare. I barely have time to laugh with him when people start clinking their solo cups with plastic spoons - it’s an even more annoying sound than you would think - and shouting “speech, speech, speech” over and over with their eyes on Harry.

Harry thumbs at his bottom lip as he stares off into the distance before his eyes float over to me and glue themselves there. “Becky, or as I like to fondly call her, Becks, I dunno where to even begin with you, love . . Never have I had a personal assistant like you. No offense to you, Amelia darling, but there’s never been one like you, Becks. Yer one of a kind and nobody could ever replace you. Once again, no offense,” Harry continues, occasionally pointing at Amelia laughing and making her blush up, but nonetheless, she waves him away in response. “There aren’t even words that exist to describe you and how amazing you’ve been t’ me and tha firm, and I know because I went to uni and fucking law school so I know a lotta big words,” insert here a throaty laugh of Harry’s echoed by those of the room’s. “Yer a bloody angel with all the shit you put up with from me, from several coffee runs a day, to grocery runs, to dry cleaning runs, to going down to the creepy ass files room and wading through spider webs to find what I needed for my cases. You were my lucky charm, Becks, you were tha reason I won so many cases, ‘cuz if I didn’t have ya there checking me notes or making sure I did it all right, I dunno where Ida been without you. And ‘s safe t’ say I dunno where ‘ll be without you afta t’day, or tha firm for that matter. So thank you, thank you, and thank you a billion for all that ya did in yer short time here and I wish you tha best in tha future. I know yer gonna do bloody amazing things out in the world, I can’ wait t’ hear all ‘bout ‘em. I hope we’ll see you back out there in our li’l law world soon, I know you’d kill it,” Harry says, his voice cracking in places that pull tears from my eyes and down my cheeks. “I don’t care what any o’ these idiots say, ‘cuz nobody’s gonna miss you as much as ‘ll miss you,” he ends with tears threading through his words, jolting his voice to a stop.

The tears welling in his glassy eyes finally topple over and land on his cheeks, just as he steps forward to embrace me in a warm hug. My face goes into his chest and his chin rests atop my head, fitting together perfectly like a puzzle piece as our arms wind around one another. “I meant every word I said, Becks. I hope and pray ya’ll finish up school and fight our fight, cuz I know you’d kill the hell out of it . . If ya do, yer welcome back here, we’d be bloody lucky t’ have ya again. Anytime yer welcome, Becks . . . I really dunno what ‘ll do without ya here, I dunno ‘bout that Amelia . . ‘m so sorry about everything, Becks, you have no idea how sorry I am; it kills me every day,” Harry speaks into my hair, tears strangling his voice every few words. I sniffle against his chest, spilling tears there and he sniffles above me where he too spills them.

“I’m going to miss you more than I’d like to admit,” I confess into the collar of his silky mustard button down. “I won’t miss the midnight texts or 4 coffee runs a day,” I laugh and he does it with me. “Thank you, that all truly means a lot to me, Harry. I wish things didn’t have to end this way either . . but they do,” I finish, pulling away from him and looking him in the teary eyes briefly before severing the pain and wiping away the same from my cheeks.

I wish it didn’t have to be this way, either, but it has to be. But that’s your fault, Harry, not mine.

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All weird asks!! They're so good!

Sorry this is a bit late, babe! I wanted to wait til I had the opportunity to answer all these uninterrupted!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs! tbh I drink tea out of coffee mugs because who actually uses teacups? I mean my grandma has tons and I would use them, but the handles are so tiny and I am v clumsy so it scares me.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars!!! I’m too impatient for lollipops and plus they always get coated in saliva which just...drips down my chin since my mouth is already full.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum! I love cotton candy but I can only handle a bit at a time tbh. Also I haven’t had bubblegum in almost two years bc of braces and I miss it so much I can’t wait to have it again.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Okay, so even though I’ve always been homeschooled, when I was in elementary school we did this program with a ton of other homeschoolers where you could take actual classes and stuff. My teachers always said I was quiet and focused and studious, and you could always count on me to be lecturing everyone else on the instructions if they hadn’t been paying attention. (does any of that surprise anyone?)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? GLASS SODA BOTTLES. nothing beats soda that’s been bottled in glass rather than plastic. You ever had orange cream soda from a glass bottle????? SLAPS ASS MY DUDE.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel/boho/preppy/goth, my dude. I have so many sides to my fashion and aesthetic.

7. earbuds or headphones?

EARBUDS BC HEADPHONES NEVER FIT OVER MY EARS RIGHT. BUT EARBUDS WITH SOFT TIPS BECAUSE MY EARS ARE TOO SMALL FOR THE PLASTIC ONES.

8. movies or tv shows?

Tv shows tbh because even though I can binge 4 eps of 45 minutes each per night, they’ll hold my attention a lot more than a movie. It’s weird.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Thunderstorms/petrichor, also natural bogs. PEAT BOG SMELL FUCKING SLAPS.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. I liked trampoline time back when we took gymnastics, if that counts. I also liked jump roping and Irish step dancing.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Nothing lmao. I sleep til like noon and then I microwave something for lunch.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My catchall playlist, Things I Love, my summer playlist, Summer Songs, my Gryffindor playlist, My Queen And Country playlist for writing, and my playlist for The Raven Cycle. (after I post this I’ll edit it and link them)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Keyring, a lanyard would like constantly detract from my outfit if that makes sense???

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Sour Patch Kids or Swedish Fish.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Between The Grapes Of Wrath, The Great Gatsby, The Handmaid’s Tale, and To Kill A Mockingbird!

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Just fucking sprawled every which way.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My grey converse if it’s comfortable out, my silver flip flops if it’s hot, and my fur-lined black combat boots if it’s cold.

18. ideal weather?

65-70 degrees, partly sunny, breezy, not humid.

19. sleeping position?

I need to sprawl to fall asleep, but once I’m asleep I curl up into a little ball.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop and notebook ONLY IF I’m sure of myself, which isn’t often. But I do write dense, scribbled paragraphs on sermon note pages if something comes to me during church lmao.

21. obsession from childhood?

The American Revolution, weather, astronomy, and mysteries/ghost stories.

22. role model?

Idk tbh? Lately I’m just trying to define and live up to my own standards?

23. strange habits?

Pulling the collar of my shirt up to my mouth and sucking on it. Also being a perfectionist in my writing. I don’t do messy drafts. It’s all perfect by the time I write it, and I edit/spellcheck as I go.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst (my birthstone), bismuth, opal, and blue goldstone.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Other than nursery rhymes/kid’s songs, it was Light Up The Sky by The Afters, or California Dreamin’ by The Mamas And The Papas.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Find shade/a cool spot and read with a cold drink.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

ALSO READ. And snuggle with thick socks and a cup of tea and play DS games all day.

28. five songs to describe you?

My five faves atm -

I Am Here // Pink

The Pines // Roses and Revolutions

Soldier, Poet, King // The Oh Hellos

Traveler’s Song // Aviators

Hymn // Kesha

29. best way to bond with you?

Share my interests about politics, history, books, true crime, paranormal, tv shows, and also be kind and understanding when I don’t text for long periods bc I don’t feel up to talking.

30. places that you find sacred?

The woods on the hill behind my house. Dense, deeply green, secluded woods. Hedge mazes. Old and crumbling castles. Anywhere beneath a clear sky and a full moon. Your heart when you’ve come to terms with your fears and made peace with yourself. Anyplace with historical significance. Bookstores on an autumn/winter day. Libraries.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A kickass plaid, bruh. Also my leather jacket - once I lose enough shoulder weight to fit in it again.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre shavoc ado, the one where the dog eats the butterfly, the Lin-Manuel Miranda one where he’s brainstorming, “what the FUCK kind of weather is this, and the dad and son with the saxophone and the oven door.

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“oh mood”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

“WOW! It’s NatureStone!”

35. average time you fall asleep?

Right now it’s 4-5 am because I suck.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I Can Haz Cheezburger, My mom used to look at the website with me when I was like 10.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

They both have pros and cons. :/ Duffel bags are easier to carry but suitcases keep stuff from getting broken better.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAAAAAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie!!! my stepdad made a really good one the other week.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Nothing, since I was homeschooled. Same weird shit that always happens at home. Our safe word for when I got overwhelmed in math was “quokka” and we’d stop and look at cute quokka pictures.

41. last person you texted?

My gf :)

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets because things are not only hard to fit in girls’ pants pockets, but if you put a chapstick/lipstick in there it starts to melt :(

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

BETWEEN HOODIE AND CARDIGAN. SO VERSATILE. SO COMFY.

44. favorite scent for soap?

Irish Spring soap or the blue Dial bars smells better and cleaner than anything to me.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It can take me a bit to get into it, but once I do, I love it. I only do sci-fi if it has rebellion and isn’t heavy on the sci. And superhero movies are great but a lot of the tropes are meh. Fantasy has a lot more versatility if you ask me.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Sweatpants/leggings and a soft, well worn tee.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Parmesan, white cheddar, or Muenster.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“do no harm but take no shit.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A really poorly edited political ad on tv a couple years ago. There was weird jazz playing, flames in the background of an image of the Capitol Building, and then the top of the dome opened and this guy’s face was inside. It is the single funniest ad I have ever seen and I laughed for 10 minutes so hard I was like an inch away from passing out.

51. current stresses?

Passing my driving test next month, getting a job, figuring out if my math skills are okay enough to take the SAT or an equivalent test.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia!

53. what is the current state of your hands?

My fingernails are short bc I picked them while reading earlier, my cuticles suck bc I pick at those two, and my pinky is obliterated and scabbed because of when I accidentally sliced through the nail with a razor while shaving the other day. So, not great, but I’m living.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That kids can be really annoying but also really cute and hilarious if you can get them to calm down. And also that baby fingernails are surprisingly sharp.

55. favorite fairy tale?

The OG Princess and the Frog where it’s implied the prince and “faithful Henry,’ his carriage driver, fall in love and ride off together at the end. JACOB AND WILHELM GRIMM SAID GAY RIGHTS.

56. favorite tradition?

Every December, my mom and I drive around after dark at night and I play Pokemon and we rate everyone’s Christmas decorations based on tackiness.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

So isolated I was as a preteen/early teenager, my self harm, and the internalized anger over my abusive relationship and PTSD.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle solving, singing, and calligraphy.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Benvoli-no.” (I recently remembered I used to say that a lot and I need to bring it back)

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Dark, fairy tale anime with a lot of secrets to uncover and some dark woods.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

TV show - “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who

Movie - “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman

Book - “If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.” - The Dream Thieves, by Maggie Stiefvater

62. seven characters you relate to?

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Jack Kline Winchester - Supernatural

Charlie Bradbury - Supernatural

Gansey - The Raven Cycle

Blue Sargent - The Raven Cycle

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Final Song // MO

Call Home // Heathers

I Am Here // Pink

Babylon // 5 Seconds of Summer

Shake It Off // Taylor Swift

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ AND THE OLD AMERICAN GIRL WEBSITE

65. any permanent scars?

Yes, I have several that remain from self harm, scars all over my left knee from being a clumsy child, and most of all a major scar down the center of my chest from heart surgery when I was a baby.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Rose, lavender, lilac, and dahlia.

67. good luck charms?

Not really???

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Olives, mushrooms, radishes, cottage cheese, and ranch dressing are all foul.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Martin Luther didn’t actually nail his 95 theses to the church door, he just kind of passed them around, which is a lot less dramatic tbh. Also light-up signs were first used in New York City in 1884.

70. left or right handed?

I’m left-handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

I think zebra stripes, leopard print, and houndstooth are super ugly.

72. worst subject?

Math for sure. Even science would be easier if it didn’t involve so much math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty!!!

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I think a 7, usually. My pain tolerance is pretty high because of a) years of self harm, and b) due to my PTSD my muscles are constantly tense and in pain anyway.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I was 4, and it had been loose but it fell out when I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries or roasted potatoes that are charred and crunchy on the bottom. Chips are a close third.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Idk, my grandma’s the one with the green thumb mania lmao. But She keeps a lot of violets and arrowhead plants in the windowsills!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

NEITHER I HATE BOTH COFFEE AND SUSHI IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school ID, but my temporary license photo is actually pretty good right now!

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

I really like earth tones for myself.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

THEY ARE THE SAME MF THING. Also I call them both, it just depends on what comes out of my mouth haha.

82. pc or console?

PC, I guess, though I don’t really game. I just watch my stepdad game.

83. writing or drawing?

WRITING. I cannot draw to save my life.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so annoying.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, although I loved both.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology I guess??? Although again, I love both.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

COOKIESSSSS

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, losing people I love, people secretly hating me. Also drowning, spiders, clowns, and guns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and work in a library/museum.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom and my gf.

90. luckiest mistake?

Almost dropping a knife blade first on my foot but it landed between my toes.

91. boxes or bags?

um boxes I guess? I’m really good at fitting things in tetris style.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

FAIRY LIGHTS AND DIM YELLOW LAMPS.

93. nicknames?

Ell, Alexander, Ellie, Little Lion, and Nerd.

94. favorite season?

FALL FALL FALL FALL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr or Spotify. Two apps I couldn’t live without.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

About a half dozen. Mine, my mom’s, my stepdad’s, my grandparents’ home number, my grandpa’s, and my grandma’s.

98. favorite historical era?

Both the American Revolutionary period and the Victorian Era (esp in Britain)

THANK YOU LOVE THIS WAS SUPER FUN

#a series of essays anonymously published

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Things Change (Peter Parker)

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This one was requested by @tryn25 and I gotta say, hun, you hurt my heart with this one but I loved writing it; it is slightly different than the request, focused a little more on the angst side, but I hope you like it!

OK so Peter and the reader are aged up; about 17-18, so I’m changing when Ben dies in Peter’s life. I knowwwww. Just go with it pleaseeee :)

In which Peter and the reader have been dating for just over a year when Ben dies and all things change, for the worst or best, that is yet to be decided.

Word Count: 2,539

Peter Parker was a happy person. He always had a smile on his face, his brown curls trying to grow out despite him constantly cutting his hair, his eyes alight with pure joy. His smile was one that you couldn't help but smile along with. It didn't matter what he was going; marching band, robotics, decathlon, or helping you with your math homework, laughing richly whenever you insisted that “Peter, I’m hopeless here!” He would plant a kiss on your forehead and show you that it was a simple solution.

He was your best friend, your rock, your everything.

You just didn't quite realize what that entailed yet.

“Peter I really don't know why you insist on making me watch these videos, I can't learn anything from them.”

He had pulled up a video on his laptop, a goofy grin on his face as he answered you. “[Y/N], if you would just watch the videos, you would see what I can't explain- I can only do so much.”

“You’re the smartest guy I’ve ever met,” you grumbled, rolling over to look at the laptop screen Peter placed before you. His hand brushed yours, the same timid way it had for a few months now and you felt your stomach dip and swoop back up all at the same time.

He laughed nervously, his fingers playing with the camera that seemed to always hang from his neck. “Come on, let’s get back to work,” he said, a small grin on his face.

The boy was infectious, and you had been caught up in his world. He had been your best friend for years, always around. You remembered questioning how you had gotten so wrapped up in his life, so deeply engaged in everything that this boy, this wonderful boy, had to offer; but then he smiled and it became clear all over again.

He made the world feel good.

He made your darkest days feel brighter; the longest days feel shorter. He made you laugh when you wanted to cry. He made you happy on days you just felt like the world was crushing you down.

He made life better.

“[Y/N], can I tell you something?”

“What is it?” you replied to your best friend as he paced around his room, your eyes never leaving your computer screen. He had been antsy all day so you had come back to his small house after school, hoping it would help him relax.

He plopped down on his bed and you looked over startled by the sudden jolt it had sent you. He was smiling.

“I like you.”

“W-what?” Your laptop was still blaring music from its speakers as you sat, staring at the boy before you.

“I-I like you,” he spoke softly, looking at you with his doe brown eyes and you felt your heart flutter in a way that it never had before.

“Don’t be ridiculous- I mean, Peter-” You had never hoped, never dared dream-

“Look,” he said, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly in his. “I know that this isn't normally how someone says they have feelings for the other- especially not when that person is their b-best friend. But... it was eating me up and...”

He trailed off, hoping for you to respond, but you just continued to stare at him.

“If I cross a line, stop me, okay?”

He nervously lowered his head to yours, your lips inches apart. Your mind was still racing but now filled with one thought only: how badly you wanted his lips on yours.

They fluttered over yours for a moment, barely touching, but still there. And then you pressed your lips to his and a fire lit inside you that you hadn't allowed to burn. Years of being friends, of denying you had feelings for him, all that seemed like so much wasted time now as his lips moved with yours softly, his hand cupping your cheek, trying to hold you closely.

You had left shortly after, both of you smiling wide, Peter once again finding a way into your heart.

He got his smile from his uncle.

Ben Parker had a smile that could make anybody smile back, despite the mood they were in before talking to him. Ben only ever saw the good in the world, and you lied it. Your own family was never around, so when you and Peter had started dating and Ben Parker welcomed you into his little family, arms open and smiling big, you had decided that this was what a family was supposed to be.

All accepting, no judgement, smiles and laughter.

“May! Just take the picture.” Peter said, a hot blush rising to his cheeks and you laughed, amazed by your cute boyfriend.

Today was the one year anniversary of you and Peter being a couple. It was one year of bliss, and joy and laughter and you couldn't wait for it to continue. Uncle Ben stood behind his wife, a grin on his face to match the one growing on Peter’s.

The camera flashes and it’s only seconds later before Peter is pulling you out of the house, holding your hand in his, laughing the whole way you went, Ben’s voice yelling after you two to be safe.

You two may have been young, you two may have been eager, but it didn't matter. Peter Parker was the reason you got up in the morning, the reason you had air in your lungs and the reason you smiled every day. It had been a year of soft kisses, fingers dancing softly together when studying, and pure bliss.

You didn't know it then, but it was stolen time.

He had ordered flowers to be delivered to the restaurant where you were to have your date, he pulled out your chair and made sure you were comfortable before sitting himself.

Fingers danced together, heat growing between your delicate touches every second.

Peter Parker was the light of your life, taking you on a roller coaster of a ride everyday, only going up.

“I’m in love with you.” He spoke it every day, a matter of fact, never a hint of holding back, or timidness in his voice, which struck you as odd. Peter had always been shy, always held back, spoke with a soft stutter to his voice that made him so endearing to you. But the one thing Peter Parker knew more than anything was that he loved you and you were his and nothing could take him down from the high you gave him.

A family as pure as the Parker’s deserved nothing but happiness. Unfortunately, that’s not what they got. The good ones never get what they deserve; they are always the ones who have to deal with pain.

Of course that was never how it happened, families always had to deal with pain. Your families pain was nothing in comparison to what Peter’s family had already been through more than enough pain. You knew Peter’s parents were no longer around, but nobody knew what had happened to them, only that they had died.

Losing two parents was more than enough pain for anybody.

But the universe wasn't done ripping their family apart.

It was the day that changed everything; the day that broke May Parker in two; the day that Peter Parker stopped smiling; the day that your family shattered.

“Pete, you have to stop this,” you groaned when you heard your window open. “My parents don't care if-” but you stopped short when your eyes landed on your boyfriend of

He fell into your room, through the fire escape as was normal when it was a late night. His appearance threw you off, his clothes were a mess, dirt and grime on almost every inch, something dark on his hands.

Your feet moved themselves towards him, and he moved his brown eyes towards you, and then you noticed the same dark substance on his hands smeared on his face. “Peter what happened?”

He shook his head, his brown eyes broken, empty as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish gasping in the air, desperate for water. Your hand closed on his as you pulled him to sit on your bed and the slickness of his hands made your heart fall.

“Peter, please,” you begged, afraid to look at your hands, now intertwined with his. His brown eyes found yours and the words spilled from his lips before he could tell himself to stop, to piece together something more coherent for you.

“He-he had a g-g-gun- I- too late- killed-” He was struggling to talk and it hurt your heart.

You pulled one of your hands from his, placing it on the side of his face and rubbing his cheek. It was then that your brain finally registered that the reason his hands were slick was because they were covered in blood.

“Peter, slow down, breathe. It’s okay, shhh,” you coaxed, attempting to soothe him.

“U-uncle Ben- h-he was killed- I- Its my fault- I”

Your body slammed into his, embracing the trembling boy in your arms. Your heart was split in two as he told you, his cries ripping through your apartment. You heard a door open and quick footsteps to your room as Peter’s cries intensified and your mom came bursting in. She took one look from a sobbing Peter to you and her mind raced before she ran off, probably to call May.

“Shhh, shh, it’s not your fault, Peter babe, shhh...” You had no idea what had happened, how it had happened, or why he thought it was his fault, but he was hurt, your smiling Peter Parker looked like he was never going to smile again.

Three months later, Peter Parker walked down the hallowed halls of Midtown Science and Technology, camera clutched in hands that used to hold yours. He didn't even need to pay attention to what way he was going, his feet just carried him from one class to the next, tracing the same path he’d walked for years.

Fourth period gym. Fifth period advanced photography. Sixth period anatomy.

All three classes with you.

He hadn't hardly spoken to you after Ben’s funeral. He thought about the last day he was at your apartment nearly every second of every day.

“We can't do this anymore. I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, holding your hand in his, begging you to see how much this was killing him.

You were the one thing in Peter’s life that made him want to keep going, the only thing that kept a smile on his face. But he couldn't do it anymore; he couldn't keep going out, fighting like he was, gaining enemies and putting you in danger without you even knowing it.

And he couldn't risk you dying either.

Not like Ben had.

“W-what? Peter- you-” you felt your heart shattering and Peter saw it on your face. He wanted to take it back, to put a smile back on your face, but he knew he was doing the right thing and seeing you safe. So he pushed through.

“I just- look, [Y/N], there is a lot going on that you don’t understand.”

“That I don't understand?” Your voice turned to ice and Peter gulped.

“T-that didn't come out-”

“No. Tell me! If I don't understand, then explain! Because I have always kept quiet, never asking you where all those cuts and bruises are coming from!” You were angry, irrationally yelling; but you knew this was coming. Both of you had known it; and now there was no avoiding it.

“T-that has nothing to do with this,” Peter spoke, his vice wavering slightly, giving him away easily.

“Then what is it, Parker? Huh?” Your cold voice and narrow eyes made him more nervous, making him hate himself even more for the lie he was about to tell you.

“I don’t love you anymore, okay! I just- I just don’t.”

He was snapped back to reality when he heard loud voices in the halls behind him, and he sighed.

Steadying himself, Peter opened the door to room 461 and found your sparkling eyes looking right at him, your cheeks stained with tears. “Just what I needed,” you said bitterly, pushing past him and out of the door.

He juggled his books and camera in his hands as you did so. He looked in the classroom to see Flash Thompson making a vulgar symbol after your retreating form.

Peter ignored everything in his body screaming at him to just go to class and followed after you quickly. “[Y/N], [Y/N], wait up!” Peter called after you and you paused only a moment to turn back and look at him. You scoffed at him and continued walking.

He picked up his pace and soon found himself right beside you. You groaned and looked at him, his soft brown eyes full of concern. “What, Peter? You made it pretty clear that you didn't want anything to do with me.”

He closed his eyes and threw his head back in frustration. “What did Flash say to you?”

“Why would I tell you, anyways?” You asked as you threw yourself onto a bench and Peter moved to sit next to you.

“Please, [Y/N], I know you, I know you'll hold onto whatever it is if you don't talk about it. Just... I know I don't deserve to know after what I did; but please. Don’t hold it into yourself.”

You sighed and rested your head back on the wall, eyes shut. “I’ll only tell you, if you answer one question for me after. Deal?”

He nodded slowly, already knowing where this was going. “Flash is a vulgar asshat who thought it would be a great idea to spread the lie that we hooked up. And I was upset because I didn't want you to hear it and think it was true.” Your head now hung low, eyes on your white converse, the laces starting to come undone.

Peter inhaled deeply, ready to take his newfound strength as Spider-Man and beat Flash to a pulp. “I know you would never,” Peter spoke softly. He took his chance and allowed his fingers to dance over yours softly, nervously like he did the first time over two years ago when he first realized he liked you; his subtle way of opening himself up to you.

“Did you really fall out of love with me, Peter?”

He exhaled at the question, knowing that it was what you would ask. He grabbed your hand in his, causing you to look up at him, surprise written all over your features.

“I was scared- still am scared. But not for reasons you think- and no. I didn't fall out of love with you. I’ve never loved anybody but you.”

Your lips drew themselves up lightly, the sparkle that had been missing from your eyes finally returned and you lightly punched Peter’s shoulder. “You have a lot to make up for, then, Parker,” you laughed lightly before standing up and walking towards the parking lot. “You coming or what?”

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I posted 4,391 times in 2021

90 posts created (2%)

4301 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 47.8 posts.

I added 1,148 tags in 2021

#far cry 5 - 534 posts

#john seed - 122 posts

#oc: imogene hunt - 110 posts

#eli palmer - 74 posts

#jacob seed - 71 posts

#joseph seed - 65 posts

#faith seed - 52 posts

#hockey - 40 posts

#other peoples ocs - 40 posts

#imogene x eli - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#like i fully have to skip the rest of my days classes to make it out there any back in time for work and i’m really just !!!!!!!!!

My Top Posts in 2021

told y’all i would do it

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She’s more pissed at John for stealing her last hair tie than the tourture

Finally drew my girl Imogne, here’s her after making it out of Johns bunker for the first time

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does eli qualify as a dilf? discuss

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Zoom Town Halls in Hope County pt 1

part 2!

based on @i-am-the-balancing-point and i talking about our insufferable zoom calls

virgil makes the mistake of making everyone an admin (idk if that’s the right word but we’re going with it) to make it equal

virgil is always so so stressed from these meetings

john mutes everyone to talk over them (he loses his admin privileges fast)

tracey gets in trouble for changing faith’s name to rachel

tammy starts shit with joseph after she cracks a beer when he suggests a prayer to open the meeting

faith is sitting in a field yet somehow has the best connection out of everyone

jerome and mary may attend together, they sit in the spread eagle but never mute themselves so you can always hear background noise

nancy (derogatory) tries to get the sheriff’s department to attend together but everyone always makes a variety of weak excuses to get out of it

staci is camera off muted (he does turn it on to fuss with his hair before going dark again), joey is camera on muted, whitehorse is camera on unmuted because of this you can always hear his loud old man breathing(he doesn’t know how to mute, no he doesn’t need help)

dutch shows up but is muted the whole time, he leaves his camera on tho and you can see him smoke a whole pack every meeting

joseph’s name is his iPad150e8 cause he doesn’t understand how to change it

hurk and sharky attend together and are always messing around with filter’s

they make a drinking game out of it at one point

adelaide always has a different background but it’s always some sort of beach

when jacob does show up (rarely) his face is always inches away from the camera and is breathing is super loud

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Zoom Town Hall in Hope County pt 2

part two to this post

when jacob does speak there’s always a judge going feral offscreen

a strict no zooming and flying rule has been implemented

kim is very tired

tammy is camera on muted but you can always see her talking with people off screen

because mary may is never muted you can hear her bitching about the others, she does not care that you can hear her regularly calling john a little bitch

eli shows up but is camera off and muted, wheaty shows up and always sets his laptop in a way that you can clearly see eli not paying attention in the background

wheaty, jess, staci, sharky, and hurk all spam the chat

jess always posts links for memes and joseph always clicks on them even though he knows he’s going to get offended

john spams it as well but mainly with scripture

joey spams it when she gets muted

honestly everyone spams it when they get muted

except for dutch who just flips the camera off until he’s unmuted

crude gestures and profanity are prohibited but no one listens

faith lights a joint on screen once and everyone loses their shit

addie joins the call while xander is doing naked yoga in the background and the noise that the call makes can only be described as the screams of hell

everyone always gossips and bitches about what happens in the meeting as they’re happening with no care about if their camera and mic are on

tammy is one of the worst offenders

joseph begins to incorporate tech lingo into his speeches and he learns it all from these zooms

jacob absolutely gives his little powerpoint presentation during one of these

he doen’t understant screen sharing so he just turns his whole desk around to give it

eli turns his camera on and unmutes long enough to call jacob a bitch during this before he goes dark again, it’s the only time he ever participates

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The Meaning of Family | The Beginning or the End? {Part 1}

Characters: Kim Taehyung, Original Characters, Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook

Words: 5028

Genre: High School Student!Taehyung, Soccer Player!Taehyung

Warnings: lots of fluff, Jimin is suffering from a broken heart so give him lots of love, angst, smut, unprotected sex do not do what they did in this unless you are fully prepared to take on any consequences that may come from it

Summary: “Does anything ever happen between Taehyung and Kortni?”; A new person shows up and Taehyung is not too happy with their presence; Time Period - Taehyung and Jimin’s senior year, ranging over a 3 month period; Ages: Jin - 38, Namjoon - 37, Yoongi - 20/21, Hoseok - 19/20, Jimin - 18, Taehyung - 18, Christian - 17/18, Kortni - 17/18, Jungkook - 16, Sammie - 19-22 months

A/N: So since this first part answers that question, any subsequent parts to this storyline will come if it gets requested....I know, I’m evil :D Hope you enjoy! <3

“Look who finally decided to show up, Mr. Captain~” Kortni called out as Taehyung approached their regular soccer field. It was their last day before school started back up after Christmas break and their final soccer season of their high school careers was about to begin. It had been announced after tryouts that Taehyung would be the captain of the boys’ team. “I heard Joy was very eager to congratulate you.” Taehyung set his sports bag on the sideline of the empty field and pulled his soccer ball out, smirking as he joined Kortni in the center of the field. Kortni scoffed at his expression and reached out to playfully shove his shoulder. “Why are you such a manwhore?”

Taehyung held his finger up to stop her. “Ah, ah, ah, manwhores will sleep with anybody. I have standards.”

Kortni held back a laugh at that. “Pfft, what standards?”

“Well, I’ve never tried to sleep with you, have I?” Taehyung flashed her a smile as her jaw dropped in irritation.

“Oh, you are such a jerk!” She punched him on the arm as he laughed before taking the soccer ball out of his hands. “I start~” As she set the ball in the middle of the field, Taehyung took his spot across from her, still laughing. He only turned serious once Kortni nodded to him that she was ready, and they began their regular scrimmage.

After nearly an hour of playing, the score coming out to a tie, the two of them sat on the ground, sipping from bottles of water that were kept cool by the January air. “How’s Jimin doing?” Kortni asked, and Taehyung gave a small shrug.

“He’s still heartbroken.” He brought his bottle of water back up to his mouth but spoke again before taking a sip. “I don’t blame him, it’s the first holiday season since she dumped him.”

“Not to mention that she was his first love.” Kortni commented. “That would be hard for anyone to get over.” Taehyung stared at her with interest until Kortni looked up and noticed. “What?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I never took you for a romantic.”

Kortni shot him a playful glare. “Watch it, I can still kick your ass~”

“I’d like to see you try~” Taehyung laughed, leaning back as she tried to swat his arm. “Alright, I gotta get home for dinner." He said once he’d calmed down, standing up and gathering his things. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“No, I was totally planning on dropping out of school with one semester left just to avoid you.” Taehyung laughed sarcastically as the two of them made their way to their respective vehicles.

“I’m home!” Taehyung called out as he entered the house, immediately seeing Hoseok lounging on the couch on his laptop. He made his way to the kitchen where his dad was. “What’s for dinner?”

“Caprese pasta~” Jin responded as he drained the pasta. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes; can you go ask Jimin to come set the table?”

Taehyung nodded and made his way to their shared bedroom, unable to do anything but feel pain for his brother as he saw him curled up on his bed completely covered by a blanket. He sighed as he set his sports bag down, getting ready to use his normal tactic to get Jimin out of his funk. “Come on, Jimin, time to get out of bed.”

The lump on the bed shifted until the other 18-year-old was peeking out of the comfort of his blanket. “Leave me to suffer alone~”

“Sorry, no can do. It’s against the rules of this family.” Jimin retreated back into his makeshift shelter. “But seriously, it’s your turn to set the table for dinner.” Jimin stayed quiet and didn’t reveal himself again. “Alright, you asked for it.” Taehyung walked over and pulled the blanket off of Jimin, throwing it to the corner of their room so he couldn’t pull it back over himself. “Up~”

“No.”

“I will literally drag you out of this bed.” Taehyung threatened, only honesty laced through his statement.

“I don’t doubt you will.”

True to his word, Taehyung took hold of his brother’s ankles and tugged him until he was off the bed, Jimin going limp and subjecting himself to his fate as Taehyung dragged him across the floor and out of their room. Taehyung didn’t let up as he crossed the living room where Hoseok and Jungkook, who had arrived home from hanging out with Yugyeom at some point while Taehyung was trying to coax Jimin out of bed, didn’t even bat an eye as they were so used to the action. “I got him!” Taehyung announced as he entered the room with Jimin’s body.

Jin turned around and his eyes immediately widened. “Taehyung, what have I told you about dragging Jimin around like a ragdoll?”

“How else was I supposed to get him in here?” Taehyung retorted as he let Jimin’s legs fall to the floor. Jin just ignored him and moved to Jimin, pulling him to his feet, at which point the 18-year-old moved to grab plates from the cabinet.

The next day, Taehyung dropped his lunch tray on the table with irritation before sitting across from Kortni. “If my child care teacher wasn’t such a bitch then my life would be perfect.” He angrily bit into his breadstick.

“Someone’s still salty about the one time he got a B on an assignment.” Kortni snickered.

“My dad, who has worked in a preschool for 20 years, helped me make that activity plan, and she turned around and said it wasn’t age appropriate for preschoolers because it involved word labels.” Taehyung stared at Kortni, who shrugged.

“I get it, she’s a bitch who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Thank you~” Taehyung popped a grape in his mouth. “She’s the main reason I’m happy summer break starts early for seniors.”

“On the plus side, you can now let off your frustration towards her during practice.” Kortni pointed out before taking a bite of her pasta.

A few days later, Taehyung arrived at the soccer field for practice, waving at Kortni who was on the designated field for the girls’ team, before setting his bag down and beginning to stretch. “Alright, boys~” The coach gathered them around. “Before we actually start practice, we have a last-minute tryout today. This is Christian, and he just transferred here from Cabot.” Taehyung vaguely recognized the male as the new student in his AP Lit class. “So, let’s give him a fair tryout. Taehyung,” the 18-year-old immediately looked at his coach. “Although I get the final say, I would love the captain’s input.” Taehyung nodded and waited for the coach to begin the tryout.

All throughout Christian’s tryout, the most prominent thought in Taehyung’s mind was wow this dude is cocky. His arrogance permeated through the air any time he successfully made a goal, stole the ball from someone else, or was able to escape without losing the ball. Taehyung thought he might be imagining things, but he was sure Christian was targeting him by sending smirks his way each time. Even though something was off about the guy, Taehyung knew he had to put that to the back of his mind when the coach asked for his opinion. “I can’t lie, the guy’s good.”

Christian was immediately welcomed to the team and everyone cheered, although Taehyung obviously wasn’t into it. He noticed as Christian looked over towards the girls’ team and shot a wink. When Taehyung looked over, he felt something bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he saw Kortni blushing and trying to avoid looking over.

Soon after practice picked up, Taehyung forgot about the small action, and his new teammate went to the back of his mind until a week later when he was at the first rehearsal for the school musical. “Summer lovin’, had me a blast~” Taehyung sang quietly, already running through the songs before rehearsal officially started.

“Tae,” Mr. Spiridigliozzi caught the 18-year old’s attention, “I wanted to introduce you to your new understudy.”

“Understudy?” Taehyung looked at his teacher in confusion as he stood up from where he had been sitting on the stage.

Mr. Spiridigliozzi nodded as he stepped aside to reveal none other than Christian here. “This is Christian-“

“Oh, I know Christian,” Taehyung responded, trying not to glare at the guy.

“Well, Christian expressed his interest in the musical and since he was unable to audition back in December, due to him not being a student here yet, we went ahead and let him have a special audition, so would you mind getting him caught up to where you are with your role in these next few minutes before we start?” Taehyung nodded, not trusting his voice at that moment. “Great~” The teacher pat both students on the shoulder before walking off to speak with the choir director.

“This ought to be fun,” Christian said, that smirk once again displayed across his face.

That Friday, Taehyung sat at his and Kortni’s usual table, picking at his chicken rings as he waited for Kortni to join him. When she finally did, Taehyung’s face morphed into one of slight horror. “What did you do?!”

“Oh, shut up~” Gone were Kortni’s signature curls pulled back into a ponytail, and in their place were straightened locks that flowed a few inches past her shoulders.

“No, seriously, who are you and what have you done with Kortni Stephens?” He then squinted his eyes and leaned closer to her. “Are you wearing lip gloss?!”

Kortni reached out and smacked the top of Taehyung’s head, causing him to quickly lean back and rub it. “You know, most girls like to fix their hair and makeup on occasion.” Kortni snapped at him as she opened her bottle of water.

“Yeah, but you’re not most girls.”

Kortni scoffed. “Wow, thanks, Tae~”

“No, I mean that as a complete compliment.” Taehyung said honestly. “You’re real, unlike most girls.” Kortni rolled her eyes and didn’t respond to him, nor did she attempt to hold a conversation with him for the rest of lunch.

He got an explanation for the body invasion in 7th period AP French. He was sitting next to Jimin, furiously finishing up his homework assignment when a familiar giggle reached his ears. He looked up to see Kortni with Christian, just standing outside the open classroom door and talking in the hallway. His grip on his pencil tightened when his gaze moved down and landed on their intertwined hands. He wasn’t sure how long he stared, only snapping out of it when he felt the pencil in his hand snap in half.

That evening, Taehyung paced around his and Jimin’s room as Jimin watched him from his bed. “I can’t stand him!”

“I can tell,” Jimin mused. “If looks could kill, he would have been dead ten times over.”

“I’m serious!” Taehyung exclaimed. “It’s like he’s trying to steal my life! I used to be my AP Lit teacher’s favorite student, now he comes along and becomes the teacher’s pet. I’m the lead in this year’s musical, he becomes my understudy, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he turned out to be planning out some sort of ‘accident’ for me.” Taehyung ignored Jimin’s eye roll to continue with his rant. “And finally, he’s obviously trying to take my captain spot from me.”

“You forgot how he has Kortni.”

Taehyung stopped in his tracks. “What? This has nothing to do with Kortni!”

“Are you sure?” Jimin raised his eyebrow. “Because you’re looking a little green.”

“This isn’t about Kortni~” Taehyung said firmly just a few seconds before a light knock sounded on their bedroom door.

The door pushed open to reveal Sammie toddling into the room, Yoongi standing behind her and watching her fondly. “Pizza~” She said in her cute voice, which bettered Taehyung’s mood, but only slightly.

“Woah, did I just enter a war zone?” Yoongi asked as he bent down to scoop Sammie into his arms.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin told their older brother as he stood up from his bed. “Tae’s just a little jealous.” He and Yoongi walked out of the room to join the rest of the family for movie night.

“I’m not jealous~” Taehyung grumbled, following after them.

The semester went on and it seemed to Taehyung as if his frenemy no longer existed. What started off as just straightened hair and lip gloss turned into dresses and full on makeup. Not only did her appearance change, but so did her behavior. She became gigglier and was almost always seen clinging onto Christian’s arm. She also went from spending every lunch with Taehyung to every other day to not at all. The final straw was during early April at a party. He was leaning against the wall, flirting with Emily, one of Kortni’s teammates, when he looked up and noticed the aforementioned girl standing in the corner, looking around awkwardly. “Excuse me~” Taehyung said to Emily before making his way across the room. “What are you doing here? You don’t even like parties~” Those were the first words Taehyung had said to her in months other than during French class.

Kortni looked up, seeming surprised that Taehyung had approached her. “Christian wanted to come by for a little bit.” She answered.

“Of course, he did~” Taehyung muttered. “And where is Christian right now?”

“Oh, he just had to go to the bathroom, he should be right ba-hey!” Taehyung had grabbed her by the wrist and started to tug her towards the front door. “Let go!”

“I’m taking you home.” Taehyung said, not stopping until Kortni yanked her arm from his grip.

“No, I’m staying here with my boyfriend!”

“Do you really not see it?!” Taehyung asked, whirling around to face her. “Your so called ‘boyfriend’ is changing you!” He finally got off his chest what had been troubling him since the beginning of the year.

“He is not changing me.” Kortni insisted.

“Really? Because you literally told me six months ago that you would admit I’m a better soccer player than you before being caught wearing makeup and guess what, you still haven’t admitted it.”

“You don’t know anything about relationships, all you know is how to get in some girl’s pants!” At this point, neither of them cared that they had become the center of attention at the party.

“Well I do know that if you have to become a whole different person to please someone, then that’s not any relationship you need to be in!”

An expression of realization crossed Kortni’s face. “I get what this is really about. You’re jealous because this is something I beat you at.”

Taehyung looked at her incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah, I got into a serious relationship before you did, and you can’t handle coming second in anything, so now you’re lashing out. Grow up, Taehyung!”

“This has nothing to do with our rivalry, Kortni!” Taehyung exclaimed. “This is about how Christian is a jerk and the person I consider to be my closest friend is going to end up hurt by him!” The two of them remained silent after Taehyung’s confession.

Christian arrived a few seconds later, obviously noticing the tension between the two. “Is everything okay over here?”

Before Taehyung could tell him to fuck off, Kortni spoke up. “No, Tae was just leaving.” Taehyung shot her a look, one full of hurt, before walking out of the house.

Kortni didn’t show up to school for a few days, which gave Taehyung time to think over their argument and plan out a way to apologize to her. On the exact day he’d picked out to share his apology, he was elated to see a familiar ponytail sitting on the wall at the edge of the courtyard. He headed straight towards her, wanting to go ahead and patch things up before going to the band room to get some morning rehearsal in before class. “Well, look who’s back~” The smile fell from Taehyung’s face when he heard a sniffle and saw Kortni angle her body away from him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Go away, Taehyung~” If the sniffle hadn’t already done so, the waver in Kortni’s voice made it obvious that she had been crying.

“No, tell me what’s wrong?”

“Why?!” Kortni’s head shot up, revealing just how red and puffy her eyes were. “So, you can gloat about how you were right? Just leave me alone~” She grabbed her backpack and stood up, running off to find somewhere more private to let out her feelings.

Taehyung clenched his jaw before turning back to the parking lot, heading to where he saw a certain someone hanging around their truck with their friends. As soon as he arrived at the group of young males, he was shoving the owner of the truck. “What the fuck did you do to her, Christian?!”

“Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” That smirk was still painted across his face as he looked around at his friends who were snickering away.

“Kortni.” Taehyung said, shoving him again. “What did you do to her?”

“Oh, you mean the prude!” Taehyung felt a fire burning inside of him after hearing Christian refer to her in that way. “Yeah, I got tired of her. I mean, three months and no action, come on~” He fakely smiled at Taehyung. “You understand, right?”

“No, I don’t understand, because I don’t string girls along and make them cry.” Taehyung glared at the boy.

Christian sucked air through his teeth as he shook his head. “That’s not what I’ve heard. Then again, you have been working on her for years now, right? Maybe you’ll actually get lucky now, thanks to me.” Taehyung took a step forward, but Christian held his hands up. “Woah, woah, you don’t want to do anything to risk your precious captain spot. And we all know who Coach would pick to take your place.” Taehyung clenched his jaw and with one last glare towards Christian, he walked away.

In his child care class, Taehyung finished his assignment early, so he took the extra sheet of construction paper he had grabbed and started drawing and writing on it, hoping to have it finished by lunch. He did, and he went straight to his and Kortni’s usual table, happy to see her sitting there. He set his tray down and began digging through his backpack. “Tae, I told you to leave me alone-“

“And I will,” Taehyung assured her. “I just want to give you this first.” He pulled his hand out of his backpack to reveal the card he had made in class and the small gift-wrapped box he’d placed in there that morning before school. “Happy birthday, Kortni~” After setting the gifts on the table in front of the shocked now 18-year-old, he went to sit with Jimin. He didn’t attempt to talk to her later in French, not wanting to push her until she was ready, but he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he saw her already wearing the charm bracelet that he had spent months collecting charms for.

That Saturday, he was laying on his bed reading when he received a shocking text. Are you still coming over tonight? Long before Christian appeared in their lives, the two had planned to have a movie night that weekend, prom weekend, since neither of them found the appeal in going to the school dance.

He unlocked his phone to type back his response. Is that still happening?

He received a reply just a few seconds letter. I’ve already made a pillow fort big enough for two.

And that’s how Taehyung found himself at Kortni’s door that evening. “So, your mom’s allowing you to have a guy over for an indefinite period of time tonight?” Taehyung asked as Kortni let him into her house, knowing just how conservative the girl’s mother was.

“She doesn’t exactly know.” Kortni answered. “She’s out of town on some gospel retreat.”

They didn’t speak again until a few movies later, other than commentary on the films. “So…” Taehyung turned his head on the pillow to look at Kortni, “I haven’t thanked you for my bracelet yet…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Taehyung responded, sitting up. “Do you like the charms I picked?”

“Yeah! At least the ones that I know the meaning of. Like the soccer ball is obvious, it didn’t take much to figure out the fleur de lis or the ponytail.” Taehyung reached out and lightly took her hand in his, admiring the way the bracelet looked on her. “But I can’t figure out what this 4 is supposed to mean.” Kortni fingered the gold charm dangling from her wrist.

“Oh, that’s just the number of years we’ve known each other, going back to the very first time you approached me at the soccer fields.” Taehyung explained, smiling at her.

Kortni bit her lip and took her hand out of Taehyung’s. “This seems kind of sentimental for your supposed arch nemesis.”

“You may be my arch nemesis, but you’re also my best friend.” Taehyung said softly.

“So, you don’t actually hate me and aren’t just doing the whole ‘keep your enemies close thing’?” Kortni teased, bringing small laughter from the pair.

“Trust me when I say I’ve never hated you. In fact, believe it or not, I actually had a crush on you when we first met.” Kortni was rendered speechless, only able to tilt her head as she watched Taehyung talk. “I even talked to Jimin about how in love I was. But then you came out with all that shit about trying to take me down and that was the end of that.”

“Wait, you loved me?” Kortni asked, seeming to have latched onto that one part of Taehyung’s confession.

“I mean, I was only 14 and had never had a girl actually talk to me without openly flirting with me, so-“ Taehyung froze when Kortni leaned in and pressed her lips against his. After a few seconds of registering what was going on, he let his eyes fall closed and began to move his lips against hers, soon after bringing one of his hands up to caress her face and letting the other one fall to her waist. He tensed up when he felt her hand fall on his upper thigh, extremely close to his crotch, but relaxed as he convinced himself that it didn’t mean anything, only for her hands to creep up his chest and tug at the top button of his flannel. “Wait, wait~” He lightly pushed her away. “I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured or anything.”

“You didn’t~” Kortni stated, completely serious and Taehyung could see it in her eyes. “I want to.”

She leaned in again, and Taehyung welcomed the softness of her lips on his for a few seconds before pulling back. “I don’t have a condom.”

Kortni bit her lip again, and Taehyung moved to lay back down to start watching the movie again but stopped when she spoke. “I’m on birth control, if that helps.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Wait, your mom, the queen of conservativeness, let you-“

“It’s for period control, like cramps and stuff.” Kortni shrugged. “And you could, you know, pull out too if you needed to, right?”

Taehyung knew he probably should have said no and stopped things there, but he found himself unable to keep from leaning back in and molding his lips to hers. They didn’t progress past kissing for a few minutes, as Taehyung didn’t want to rush through things. When he finally decided to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue between Kortni’s parted lips, he gently pushed her to lay back onto the pillows and climbed over her. They continued to take their time, slowly removing articles of clothing piece by piece until they were finally down to just their underwear.

Taehyung fingered at the clasp of her bra without making any moves to take it off. “Are you absolutely sure?” He waited until she responded with a ‘yes’ before unhooking the clasp and removing the undergarment from her body. Before she even had the chance to cover her breasts out of shyness, he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to the top of her chest, beginning a trail down her body to the hem of her panties.

It was when he reached the top of the fabric and had started to tug them down that Kortni spoke up again. “You’re not going to do anything down there, right? Like, no oral?” Taehyung paused in his movements and looked up at her. “The thought of it just kind of weirds me out.”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Taehyung assured her before slowly tugging her panties down her legs. “But it’ll probably hurt more if I don’t.”

“That’s okay~” Kortni said as Taehyung pulled his own underwear off. “I trust you.”

He leaned down and kissed her once more, taking hold of his member to guide it towards her entrance before parting from her lips. “If we go on from here, we can’t go back, so are you 100% sure?”

Kortni reached up and encased his face in her hands. “Yes, I am absolutely, positively, 100% sure.”

Taehyung allowed her to pull his face down until their lips met, using it as a distraction as he pushed the tip in. He stopped once he felt her tense up and whimper against his mouth and pulled back from the kiss. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, taking hold of her hand and intertwining their fingers as he looked at the pained expression on her face. “Just tell me if you want to stop.” She shook her head and squeezed his hand. “Am I okay to move?” She nodded, and he pushed deeper, stopping again after a few seconds to allow her to adjust. He continued this until he was fully inside her, letting out a quiet groan at the feeling. “You still good?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead afterward.

“Y-yeah, just wait a little bit~” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close until there was absolutely no space between their bodies, burying her face in his shoulder. With the new position, Taehyung nuzzled his face against her neck, leaving gentle kisses everywhere he could reach in hopes of providing comfort to her.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but eventually her grip on him loosened. “Okay, you can move now.”

Taehyung pulled away from her neck and propped himself on his forearms, leaning in for their lips to meet yet again as he began to rock his hips against hers, only making shallow thrusts so as not to push her limits. Everything was blocked out of Taehyung’s mind except for the feeling of his lips on hers and their bodies moving together. Even the pain from her fingernails digging into his back was nonexistent as they connected in a way that before that moment, Taehyung never would have imagined to be possible.

He woke up the next morning to Kortni’s curls tickling his nose and his phone vibrating loudly. He opened his eyes and immediately realized that Kortni was curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Once his phone began to vibrate again, he slowly moved out from under her without disturbing her slumber. When he was free, he sat up and leaned forward to grab his jeans, pulling his phone out of his pocket and immediately answering it once he saw who was calling. “Hey, Dad-“

“Don’t ‘hey dad’ me!” Jin cried into the phone. “Taehyung Kim, you better have a good reason for staying out all night and ignoring my calls and texts!”

“I’m really sorry, Dad! Kortni and I fell asleep while watching movies last night and I just now woke up. Trust me, I was not intentionally ignoring you.” Taehyung whispered, still trying to not wake Kortni up.

He heard his dad breathe a sigh of relief. “As long as you’re okay…just come home soon, alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be home in a few minutes.” Taehyung hung up the phone and got up, gathering his clothes to redress himself. Once he was situated, he walked over to Kortni’s desk, softly smiling when he saw the card he made for her propped up by her picture frames and tore a piece of paper out of one of her notebooks, grabbing a pen and writing a note for her so she wouldn’t be upset when she woke up and saw he was gone. After the note was finished, he kneeled next to Kortni on the floor, pressing his lips to her forehead before leaving, making sure to grab the plastic cup he had ended up finishing in the night before to throw in the trash outside to limit the risk of Kortni’s mom seeing it and finding out her daughter wasn’t as pure as she thought. As he closed the door to her room, he failed to notice that the slight wind created from the action cause the note to move slightly, just enough to fall off the edge and become lost between the furniture and the wall.

That next Monday, he sat at their usual lunch table, waiting for her to arrive, but she never did. He convinced himself that she was busy meeting with a teacher or talking to her teammates as he gathered his trash to throw away. That was proven untrue by the end of the day. He perked up in his seat as he saw Kortni enter their French class, only for it to feel like he had been punched in the stomach when she chose to sit across the room from him rather than in her normal seat in front of him. He could feel Jimin’s eyes on him, silently asking what was wrong, but all Taehyung could focus on was how what he thought was the start of a relationship between them was actually the end of their friendship.

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Dell’s XPS 15 laptops continue to be crowd-pleasers. With its eye-catching, slim new design and photo-editing-friendly performance, display and feature set, the latest 15-inch model can hold its own as a less powerful — much cheaper — alternative to a 16-inch MacBook Pro ($2,399 at Apple). It’s well worth a look if that’s how you roll, though you might want to consider the new 17-inch XPS 17 instead for the bigger screen. Both are still premium-priced, and likely not worth the money if all you need is a pretty work clamshell, not a serious workhorse.

Impressive control over color management for a consumer laptop

Two USB-C/Thunderbolt 3 connections

Good performance and battery life, all things considered

Don’t Like

Can run hot

Only USB-C connectors

Soft, rubberized keyboard deck feels fine but scratches easily

The configuration we tested runs about $2,255. If you don’t need color accuracy, want better battery life and can live without the slightly-better-than 4K UHD resolution, you can save almost $300 by going for the lower-resolution option. The base configuration costs about $1,300 and comes with an Intel Core i5-10300H, 8GB RAM, a 256GB solid-state drive and the 1,900×1,200-pixel display. That’s a pretty big range for a single laptop model.

Something in me cringes at the idea of paying $1,300 for a system with only 8GB RAM and integrated graphics, though, so if you’re leaning towards that I suggest you consider something like the Lenovo C740. The processor is much less powerful, but it doesn’t make a lot of sense to pair a powerful CPU with so little memory. You can get an otherwise similar configuration of the C740, which is also sleek and about the same weight, for well under $1,000.

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Price as reviewed $2,254 Display 3,840×2,400-pixel 15-inch touchscreen CPU 2.3GHz Intel Core i7-10875H Memory 16GB 3,733MHz LPDDR4x Graphics 4GB GDDR6 GeForce GTX 1650 Ti Storage 512GB SSD, SD card reader Ports 3x USB-C (2x Thunderbolt 3), headphone Networking Killer Wi-Fi 6 AX1650s (802.11ax), Bluetooth 5.1 Operating system Microsoft Windows 10 Home (1909) Weight 4.5 pounds (2.1 kg)

If you’re considering it for anything beyond casual photo editing, though, do yourself a favor and spring for 32GB RAM and an i7 CPU. My consistent experience is that if you need to multitask, then operations like mass thumbnail generation, which takes advantage of high core counts, can become bottlenecked by memory (at least on Windows). And applications like Adobe’s Lightroom Classic will use all the cores you can throw at it for some operations.

Dell redesigned the XPS 15 (and introduced a new 17-inch model) for 2020 to align more with the XPS 13, mostly. For one thing, that means the XPS 15 ditched its 4K OLED option. It gets a little complicated after that. The XPS 13’s display has a 16:10 aspect ratio, which means both the XPS 15 and 17 follow suit. The problem is that standard OLED panels only come in standard 4K UHD 16:9 aspect, so the XPS switched to a nonstandard 4K “UHD Plus” (3,840×2,160 pixels) and a base “FHD Plus” (1,980×1,200 pixels).

I like the UHD Plus screen more than the OLED, though, especially for photo editing, which is arguably the creative work that this system is optimized for. It has better color consistency and tonal range in the shadows, and as tested it covers 100% of Adobe RGB rather than P3, which is still a respectable 94%. (We test screens using using Portrait Displays’ Calman 5 Ultimate and an X-Rite i1Display Pro Plus.) If you don’t know what all this color gamut talk is about, this may not be the laptop for you.

The bigger touchpad is great, but I don’t like that the power button/fingerprint reader in the upper right corner is intentionally left a mystery. Plus, I like the soft, rubberized keyboard deck, but it seems prone to scratching (as you can see on the right speaker grille).

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Oddly, Dell doesn’t promote accuracy as one of the virtues of the screen, and out of the box it wasn’t, despite the inclusion of PremierColor, Dell’s color management software. But with some easy tweaks to the brightness and gamma settings in PremierColor, I was able to get it to to standard target values of 2.2 gamma, delta E for grayscale and color less than or equal to 2 and white point of 6,500K. It can’t hit the effectively zero nits black (and therefore infinite contrast, since that puts zero in the denominator of the contrast calculation) but its roughly 1,560:1 contrast is good for an IPS (non-OLED) screen.

It also supports HDR, though with a maximum brightness of roughly 465 nits it won’t really wow you. And playback of 4K HDR content really taxes the integrated graphics; I couldn’t successfully force it to use the GTX 1650 Ti all the time.

More notably, unlike many consumer calibrated displays, Dell’s factory calibrated profiles actually clip the gamut boundaries to the color space; in other words, even though the display can produce colors well outside sRGB, it won’t if you’ve opted to use the sRGB color profile. That’s really helpful if you need to check out-of-gamut colors. You can create custom profiles with a calibrator using PremierColor as well, but only with the popular X-Rite i1Display Pro; it doesn’t even support the Plus yet, so I couldn’t test it. (If you want to calibrate it using your own software and a different calibrator, remember to turn PremierColor off.)

PremierColor gives you the standard set of color profiles, including Rec 709 (HD) and Rec 601 (SD), as well as settings for specific color temperatures and relative scales for gamma, contrast and black level. It also lets you choose from different viewing conditions, such as daylight or incandescent light.

A downside to the ever-shrinking screen bezels is you have to be careful when adjusting the display. For instance, while trying to find the perfect angle I accidentally touched the touchscreen and closed Chrome. I think a touchscreen is unnecessary here, anyway. And I’d gladly trade a millimeter more of top bezel for a better webcam.

Another trade-off of the new, thinner design is swapping USB-A and HDMI connections for all-USB-C/Thunderbolt 3. The XPS 15 has two Thunderbolt 3 connections, which is handy. But losing a display connection on the discrete GPU bus means you sacrifice some flexibility. It does (thankfully) retain the SD card slot, though. Dell grew the touchpad and moved the speakers to either side of the keyboard, both welcome changes. I don’t like the unlabeled, unilluminated power button: It has a fingerprint reader built in, but in the dark it’s just a blank spot and seems to scream, “Why do you want to turn me off?”

The Dell XPS 15 9500 (top) has roughly the same footprint as the Razer Blade 15, but it’s thinner. Plus, the sloping profile makes it seem thinner than it is.

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One thing Dell didn’t sacrifice is speed, sort of. It stuck with the Intel H series processor where a lot of slim competitors use the lower-power (and therefore slower) U series. But it also tops out with the GeForce GTX 1650 Ti; bumping it up to a 6GB 1660 Ti GPU, like the Surface Book 3 has, might have given it the extra 2GB memory needed to let it better run some professional graphics applications or a little extra needed oomph for video editing. It does let Dell differentiate between the XPS 15 and the larger XPS 17 for something other than size, though.

The battery life is solid relative to the rest of its class at a little over eight hours, at least for streaming video. It also held up pretty well under my more punishing real-life workload, lasting about five hours of active use (though no imaging apps). That’s a pretty long time for me, though it ran too hot to keep it on my lap for that long.

The new design for the XPS 15 acquits itself well, and Dell didn’t make any major mistakes with it (along the lines of the now-retired XPS 13 bottom-dwelling webcam). But as a general-purpose work laptop, it’s not super light, doesn’t have a super long battery life, isn’t super thin, super fast or super cheap. It’s not a work laptop superhero, just a premium workhorse.

Geekbench 5 (multicore)

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

Apple MacBook Pro (16-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance

Geekbench 5 (single core)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

Apple MacBook Pro (16-inch)

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance

Geekbench 5 (Vulkan)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance

Cinebench R20 CPU (multicore)

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

Apple MacBook Pro (16-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance

Video playback battery drain test (streaming)

Apple MacBook Pro (16-inch)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance (in minutes)

3DMark Fire Strike Ultra

Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch)

Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch)

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Longer bars indicate better performance

System configurations

Apple MacBook Pro (16-inch) Apple MacOS Catalina 10.15.1; 2.4GHz Intel Core i9-9980HK; 32GB DDR3 SDRAM 2,666MHz; 8GB Radeon Pro 5500M/1,536MB Intel HD Graphics 630; 2TB SSD Dell XPS 15 9500 Microsoft Windows 10 Home (1909); 2.3GHz Intel Core i7-10875H; 16GB DDR4 SDRAM 2,933MHz; 4GB Nvidia GeForce GTX 1650 Ti; 512GB SSD Lenovo Yoga C940 (15-inch) Microsoft Windows 10 Home (64-bit); 2.6GHz Intel Core i7-9750H; 16GB DDR4 RAM 2,667MHz; 4GB Nvidia GeForce GTX 1650 with Max-Q design; 512GB SSD Microsoft Surface Book 3 (15-inch) Microsoft Windows 10 Home (1909); 1.3GHz Intel Core i7-1065G7; 32GB DDR4 SDRAM 4,267MHz; Intel Iris Plus Graphics and 6GB Nvidia GeForce GTX 1660 Ti with Max-Q design; 512GB SSD MSI Prestige 15 Microsoft Windows 10 Pro (1909); 1.1Hz Intel Core i7-10710U; 32GB DDR4 SDRAM 2,667MHz; 4GB Nvidia GeForce GTX 1650 with Max-Q design; 1TB SSD

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Agilenano - News: If you are a frequent flyer or a savvy traveler, then you probably know the importance of traveling light

Pulling a full-on 2 wheeled suitcase with you everywhere is no fun. It can also be really expensive having to pay for all the extras on checked luggage (which never arrives on time at baggage). But luckily, we now have carry on luggage bags for that. These bags are small and compact enough to fit onboard and light enough to carry anywhere at your convenience. With your very own carry on luggage, you can manage all your necessities in one basket. Whether you are looking for a designer piece, a practical backpack, or a more professional one with the hard side to accommodate all your technology, there’s a carry on luggage out there for you. They come in materials and sizes, small or large, that you can choose depending on your particular nature of travel. As with everything competition, more and more carry on luggage brands are coming up, each building its little variations. Because of this, choosing one may be a hustle. For this reason, we have handpicked our very best carry on luggage bags, and we are sure you will find what you seek in the list below. Top 10 Carry On Luggage Of 2020 Reviewed 1. Samsonite Luggage Winfield 2 Fashion HS Spinner 20 The Samsonite Winfield 2 Fashion HS Spinner is made out of 100% polycarbonate with sharp molded details and features a full-zip interior divider with organizational pockets, a side-mounted TSA lock, oversized #10 zippers, and 4 multidirectional spinner wheels. The brushed pattern not only makes the luggage look modern and stylish, it cleverly hides scratches and scuffs that your luggage will eventually get while traveling. And it anyone’s wondering, the small case can fit around 4-5 days’ worth of clothes. Pros: Rolls smoothly Fits any overhead compartments Lightweight Cons: The case attracts dust and dirt very easily Case also gets banged up pretty easily No side handle for carrying like a suitcase View Price and Deals 2. Travelpro Platinum Magna 2 Carry On Luggage For Business Travel The Travelpro Platinum Magna 2 22″ Expandable Rollaboard Suiter is the perfect blend of capacity, durability, maneuverability, and price. This carry on luggage can hold 5 days’ worth of clothes, including a suit which you can store in the suiter with its trifold garment folder, with quite a bit of room to spare. It also features utility straps with pouches and the patented PowerScope handle that stops at 38″, 40″, and 42.5″ which makes this a perfect choice for people of different heights. And it’s backed with the Platinum Magna 2 Worry Free Warranty Pros: Smooth rolling Expandable Plenty of organizational options Cons: Curved handle takes up unnecessary space inside the bag The secondary bag holder is unwieldy Needs more “crash protection” along the length of the bag View Price and Deals 3. Olympia Luggage 22″ 8 Pocket Rolling Duffel Bag If duffel bags are more your style, then this carry on from Olympia Luggage is your best bet. Made out of 100% polyester, the bag features one large compartment plus 7 small pockets. You get a telescopic handle (does not lock in place), an in-line skate wheel system, a top carry handle, and two wheels to help you roll it where you’re going. The material is durable and the wheel frame is sturdy; you can be sure that whether it’s a carry on or checked luggage, it’ll survive the rigors of travel. Pros: Lots of room Affordable Can be compressed to easily fit in the overhead compartment Cons: Can’t stand on its own It can exceed carry on limits if you fill it up Telescopic handle does not lock in place and is a bit short for tall people View Price and Deals 4. Kenneth Cole Reaction Out of Bounds 4 Carry On Luggage For International Travel The Kenneth Cole Reaction Out of Bounds 20″ Spinner is a lightweight yet spacious and durable carry on. Did we also mention stylish and easily maneuverable? It is made out of polycarbonate ABS with reinforced corners for maximum impact resistance. And it weighs less than 8lbs empty and has 4 wheels that will allow you to push or pull your carry on wherever it is you want to go. It features handles on the side and the top for easy lifting to an overhead compartment. And then there’s the fully lined interior that provides water and oil resistance. Pros: Spacious compartments can hold a week’s worth of clothes Small size, fits in small overhead spaces Durable Cons: The wheels are for smoother terrains The handle has been reported by some users as a bit flimsy No exterior pockets providing easy access storage for travel documents or electronics View Price and Deals 5. Travelpro Crew 10 22 Inch Expandable Rollaboard Suiter The Travelpro Crew 10 22″ Suiter is almost the same as our number one pick, the Platinum Magna 2, with just a few key differences. One, the price is lower (around $40 cheaper at the time of this review). Two, the Crew does not have the Worry Free Warranty. Three, the straps holding your stuff have no extra pouches to offer. Four, the telescopic handle only has two stops – 38″ and 42.5″. And five, there’s no secondary bag hook. Not really deal breakers and if you’re on a budget, this would make the Crew 10 a better option. Pros: More affordable version of the Platinum Magna 2 Spacious interior Lightweight Cons: The garment bag (suit inside) is a little hard to store in its compartment once folded Some of the screws on the wheels are not tight The interior straps are a bit flimsy View Price and Deals 6. Tumi Alpha 2 Continental Expandable 4 Wheel Carry-On Are you a regular traveler? What you need is a compact, functional carry-on bag, which comes with a built-in USB port so that you remain connected while on the go. Even though compact, the bag has a zipper expansion that provides additional space by up to 2 inches for extra luggage. The built-in garment sleeve is perfect for accommodating a suit or two. This is a durable suitcase, given that it is made from proprietary ultra-durable FXT ballistic nylon. One thing you will love about this bag is its four wheels, which make it easy to move the bag around. It comes with a hanger bracket to help you tack it away when you finish using it. For your security, the bag has a dedicated TSA lock one each for the main as well as front opening. It is integrated with the TUMI Tracer program, which comes in handy if you happen to lose it or someone steals it. Some of the greatest features of this luggage include a mesh zip pocket, exterior organizer pockets, and interior pockets. Pros: Has a built-in TSA lock An integrated USB port for continuous connectivity Expandable by up to 2 inches Cons: Some buyers received broken bags Complaints about poor customer service Costlier than any other luggage View Price and Deals 7. Delsey Luggage Helium Aero The Delsey Helium Aero is a sleek and stylish piece of luggage to accompany you on your travels. Made out of 100% polycarbonate, it features a glossy metallic finish, a large front compartment with a padded sleeve for a 15.6-inch laptop and zippered mesh pockets, double spinner wheels, top and side handles, and two large fully-lined compartments with web straps and a zippered divider. The main compartment is also expandable up to 2 inches. The carry on also features a TSA-accepted lock on the hardside and comes with a Worldwide Limited 10-year Warranty. Pros: Lightweight Easy access padded storage for laptop Rolls very smoothly Cons: Smaller than some carry-ons The front compartment uses up part of the interior space for clothes and other stuff Scratches very easily View Price and Deals 8. Briggs & Riley Baseline International Carry On Luggage Design The Briggs & Riley Baseline International is the perfect investment for a frequent flyer. It’s made of 100% nylon and features a very roomy garment folder, compression panels to provide a wrinkle-free tie-down system, self-repairing YKK zippers, and an external pocket. The tracks of the handle is located outside of the luggage so you get a flat inner back wall to put your stuff on. The best thing about it is its compression system. You can expand the bag fully to fit in all of your stuff, close it, and then use the compression system to resize your carry on back to its original dimensions. Pros: CX Expansion Compression System Lifetime Performance Warranty (including airline damage) Compression panels secure your stuff and keeps it wrinkle-free Cons: Expensive Wider than the maximum width of most airlines (but usually overlooked) The handle feels loose and shaky View Price and Deals 9. A. Saks EXPANDABLE 20 Rolling Trolley Duffel Here’s another duffel bag for you. This one is made of strong 420D nylon, weighs 4.5lbs, and features an extra strong T26 handle system. The bag has quite a lot of space and can even be expanded up to 17 inches deep). The main compartment features two tie-down straps, no zippered pockets but there are two small exterior pockets for extra storage (not that you’d need it). It’s lightweight, flexible enough to fit in an overhead compartment, and it even stays upright! Pros: Stays upright with the handle up Loads of space Rolls really well Cons: Lack of interior pockets for organization The bag folds in on itself when empty so packing takes a bit more effort The exterior pockets are not that useful View Price and Deals 10. Samsonite Luggage Inova HS Spinner 20 The Samsonite Inova is made of 100% polycarbonate with four Spinner wheels with 360-degree easy-pivot mobility. It features a lined divider with cross straps to keep your stuff in place. You also get an integrated 3-digit TSA lock, flush-mounted handles for more interior space. The carry on is lightweight, rolls smoothly, and provides you with a lot of space for your stuff. Pros: Lightweight Rolls smoothly Spacious Cons: Lacks compartments The handle feels flimsy Easily scratched View Price and Deals How To Choose The Best Carry On Luggage: the Ultimate buying guide If you’re going to be traveling light, then you need to find a carry on luggage that will be able to transport all of your stuff, fit in the plane’s overhead compartment, and roll around easily as you go from point A to point B. While it may seem to be an easy thing to look for, with so many products to choose from, it’ll be a lot easier to choose the wrong carry on. So, what does one really look for in a good carry on? Let’s get down to features. What are its Dimensions? Before you can even consider how much stuff your potential carry on can carry, you need to make sure that it’ll pass whatever eyeball estimate, measuring tape, or cage the airline uses to determine whether you carry or you check it. Most American carriers have maximum dimensions set at 22″ x 14″ x 9″. However, these standards do change so make sure that you check the airline’s website before you click on that buy button. Also, keep in mind that you need to make sure these dimensions stay the same when your bag is packed to the brim. Some carry ons like the Briggs & Riley Baseline International are expandable but its compression system allows you to bring it down to the airline’s standard dimensions. Two Wheels or Four? Now, this is a matter of preference. Some people believe that rollaboard luggage (two wheels) such as the Travelpro Platinum Magna 2 is much sturdier, less prone to wheel damage. While this may be true, having only two wheels means you can only pull your luggage behind you. Four-wheeled carry ons like the Kenneth Cole Reaction Out of Bounds 4 are more maneuverable because the wheels turn 360 degrees. You can easily navigate it in tight spaces such as an aisle on a plane plus you can choose to pull it, push it, or wheel it beside you as you stroll along the airport or wherever it is you’re going. What’s the Handle Like? Not all humans are created equal. Some are taller than others. What this means is, you need to make sure that the telescoping handle adjusts to a height where you are comfortable holding it without having to bend down at an awkward angle. Similar to our number one pick, the Tumi Alpha 2 Continental Expandable 4 Wheel Carry-On has 3 stops which will fit different people of varying heights. How Much Can it Carry? The design of a carry on can limit the amount of space available in the main compartment. While most carry-ons have the same external dimensions, not all of them have the same internal volume. Some carry-ons such as the Olympia Luggage 22″ 8 Pocket Rolling Duffel Bag and the A. Saks EXPANDABLE 20 Rolling Trolley Duffel offer quite a lot of space but lacks organization inside the bag. Others like the Delsey Luggage Helium Aero can fit fewer clothes but it does have a front pocket with a padded sleeve for your laptop and other computer accessories. The Samsonite Luggage Winfield 2 Fashion HS Spinner 20, for example, can fit 4-5 days’ worth of clothes and features organizational pockets on the divider for additional storage. Of course, you’d have to consider where the handle’s rails are located and how big a handle the carry on has because it also takes up valuable real estate inside your luggage. How Much Does It Weigh? We already know that the bag will be a bit heavy with all the stuff you’ll be cramming in. But does the carry on itself contribute to how heavy your load will be? A lot of our picks are lightweight such as the Travelpro Crew 10 22 Inch Expandable Rollaboard Suiter which means that you can easily lift it to an overhead compartment or over a puddle (or something similar) without breaking your back. According to the experts, a good carry on should weigh no more than 7.5lbs. Of course, there are other features you also might want to look at such as front pocket big enough for travel documents, another exterior pocket for liquids for easy access during TSA inspections, and a secondary bag attachment. And then there’s the price. Keep in mind that quality and price do not always go hand in hand. Some of our picks cost less than $100 while others are worth around $500. Thankfully, there are a number of really good carry-ons offered in a range of prices that will fit any budget. Now that you know how to pick the best carry on luggage, what are you waiting for? You’ve got a flight to catch! The post Best Carry On Luggage You Should Buy For Your Next Trip appeared first on A Web Not to Miss. #Travel&Leisure #Featured #Best

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External laptop cooling - KLIM Cool 2019

Dear friends, today I will talk about an external laptop cooling system that I purchased and received just last night. I really like laptops because they are very comfortable and because I like the idea of being able to write an article like this while my dog plays happy in the park. But what has always bothered me about laptops, is the fact that, like all systems cooled by a fan, sooner or later they fill with dust and can no longer properly dissipate the heat. In fact, it is not uncommon for me to see my laptop overheating and stop working and decide to turn off on its own, causing me to lose my job by an hour or more. Normally, when my desktop computer starts to malfunction and I hear the fan increasing the number of laps, I find it relatively simple the fate of opening it and cleaning up fan and dissipator. Unfortunately, this operation with a laptop is not very simple and if I were to bring my old dusty laptop into service, I would probably have to pay a lot more to get it cleaned up of its real value. This has led me on more than one occasion to opt for laptops and cheap without a fan but which still offer really poor performance. In addition, I have noticed the tendency on the part of all laptops, to overheat even if they are new when I open any game that needs a decent processing capacity. Very often the keyboard and the area around where the air comes out become scorching and I find myself many times in the unpleasant condition of being forced to desist from the idea of playing with my laptop. So I was just looking for something that would allow me to continue using my laptop when I discovered this new external laptop cooling system. I bought it on Amazon because normally I shop there and i have never disappointed with its policy of guaranteeing the customer and returning items with refund. When I arrived and I opened the box, I immediately saw that it was a very well-done object and I could not believe it cost so little. It is in fact a solution that works on all laptops, is equipped with adapters for all the air intakes of every laptop up to 17 inches and is powered with a very comfortable usb cable. What's the name of this miraculous thing? It's called KLIM COOL, it weighs only 259 grams and works with 5 volts! The thing I really liked, is the display that allows you to control the number of turns per minute of the fan. Also, which never hurts, it is also very beautiful from an aesthetic point of view. Personally, I bought it in euros, but anyway by clicking this link, you should be redirected directly to your country's amazon store.

How this external laptop cooling system works

There are many ways to try to cool a laptop, and then there's this fabulous system! I talk about it well because even when my laptop was new, I couldn't play any game that engaged my video card because it overheated too much. The system is brilliant, basically forcibly dragging out all the hot air from the laptop, outweighing the shortcomings of the native cooling system. My laptop is a nice machine and I am fond of it, with this solution is reborn. In addition, the system does not need to work with the fan to the maximum. Great results, they are achieved by keeping the adjustable crank of the fan's power even in half. The fan of this laptop cooling system turns out to be really quieter than the fan of my laptop.

The reasons why I decided to buy an external laptop cooling system

With external cooling system, we mean any cooling system that does not have to be connected to internal parts of the computer, is therefore independent, if it breaks you can change and you do not have to disassemble the laptop. Which is something that increases its economics in an absolute sense, especially in laptops. The first cause of malfunction, obsolescence and senescence of a laptop is precisely the overheating. Although computer components are designed to work even at a reasonably high temperature, it cannot be ruled out that any metal body expands with heat. Temperatures can be really high within a closed system like a laptop. Working with an extremely overheated laptop is equivalent to putting the laptop in an oven at 70 degrees celsius. I wouldn't. It is therefore imperative to try to protect our laptop from too high a temperature. Also because, not everyone can afford the luxury of changing computers every year. This model in particular is the second version, slightly larger and with a greater capacity than the fan. They claim that in their tests the computer temperature has dropped by about 20 degrees but I can assure you that in my tests, I realized that you can lower even more. Keep in mind that I could not write with my laptop due to the fact that the keys were too hot. Now it is also too cool and silent especially. The second reason is certainly compatibility in fact, a good system of this type, comes with a set of adapters of different sizes that can adhere well to any slit of lateral air spill.

Why I wouldn't buy an external laptop cooling system

Obviously perfection in life does not exist, this is not a system that is fine if it does not have a rigid floor like a desk on which to rest it. However, there is another solution, also of the same brand, that provides a less performing and lighter system. I can't think of anything else.

Price and similar alternatives

I bought it with a special offer in euros. Currently the price is around 25-30 euros/dollars and i still show you the various alternatives that you can always find on the amazon site. I put them directly from the Us website but by clicking on it you should be redirected to your country's amazon store. Obviously if you decide to buy this item, I should receive a commission from these links. So if I'm disliked, you can search directly from the amazonsite.

Other cooling systems for laptops

For completeness I would like to specify that this is not the only system to cool your laptop, there are internal and external liquid cooling systems and bases with fans and even other less common systems. In the first case, however, it is a very expensive solution and may not be worth spending all this money on. Remember that any laptop sooner or later, no matter how much you paid for it, will be subject to senescence or obsolescence and therefore it is not worth spending a lot of money on it. Read the full article

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AmazonBasics DSLR and Laptop Backpack Review

by Louie

As my collection of camera equipment grew, I needed something to store and transfer it all. After browsing on Amazon, I went with the AmazonBasics DSLR and Laptop Backpack due to the rave reviews it had and I figured that for the price I wouldn’t be losing much if it was a bad buy.

Fortunately for me, the bag was more than just a good deal, it was a great overall purchase.

The Exterior:

The bag itself is very unassuming with very little fanfare. There are two external pockets on the side of the bag which I use for a spare battery for my DJI Mavic Pro and a 10,000 mAH portable battery to charge small electronic devices like tablets and phones. On the side of the bag there are locking straps to attach a tripod. While this is a nifty idea, it’s rather clunky to carry around a tripod in that manner.

Front Compartment:

The front compartment of the bag has numerous pockets to house smaller items like chargers and other miscellaneous cables, pens or pencils, small notebooks for field notes, a cell phone, and much more.

The Main Compartment:

Everyone is going to have different camera equipment with them depending on their needs, so often times a one-size-fits-all bag is not ideal for everyone. Fortunately, the main compartment of this backpack is not only extremely spacious but customizable to suit all needs.

The padded dividers can be moved around at will as they attach to the sides of the bag and to each other with velcro. This allows you to swap out gear as needed while keeping everything else snugly fit so as to keep them protected from rattling around too much. A couple of straps are also included to help add an extra layer of protection however it would be nice if they included a few more.

Below is a an example of my personal set up in the main compartment of this bag:

Nikon D5300 w/ 18mm-50mm lens

Nikon 70mm-300mm lens

DJI Mavic Pro

DJI Mavic Pro controller

Rode Microphone

GoPro Hero 5 in super suit and GoPro chest mount

Behind the main compartment is a small zipper where you can fit a 17 inch laptop.

Wearability:

With so much equipment it’s important to be able to carry it around comfortably; this is not a problem with this backpack.

The bag features thick, wide, heavily padded shoulder straps to ensure that your shoulders don’t get sore no matter how long you have to wear it. Additionally two sets of straps, one across the chest and one across the waist, help to disperse the weight to relieve pressure from your lower back.

The pack also comes with a fitted waterproof cover that fits snugly over your bag to keep your valuable electronics dry in case of unexpected rain.

Conclusion:

At the time of writing this post, this backpack is being sold on Amazon for $32 which is simply an incredible deal. Similar bags to this one range anywhere from $60 - $120 on the same website.

Despite it’s price the bag does not feel cheap at all and feels like it’s made of high quality materials. After a few months of use, the bag shows no sign of wear.

If you are interested in purchasing this backpack for yourself, click here to go to Amazon.com

#amazon #amazonbasics #amazon basics #camera #photography #photography bag #camera bag #nikon #backpack #review #travel #travelblog #travel blog #travel blogger #travelblogger #traveler #wanderlust

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