#honestly when do I ever agree with fandom where teen shows are concerned

[dramalets]

Okay so I don’t agree with the general consensus that episode 10 of 23.5 is bad writing. Lazy is certainly something I’ll give you but not bad.

For me, bad writing is when characters make entirely out of character choices that are clearly only made to push the plot further on.

Like it or not Sun’s decision to out her friends and to out herself and Ongsa is consistent with the way Sun has behaved throughout the series.

She’s consistently been shown to be quite self- centered and very used to being everyone’s favourite person. She’s a popular, only child that is clearly quite unused to not getting her own way and to having to handle very introverted people who don’t necessarily want to or know how to speak up. She’s never known a world where it’s not okay for her to just be her.

She reacts emotionally and stupidly in the moment because, and I think this is something a lot of you forget, SHE’S A TEENAGER.

I think next week a realisation from Sun that she was a dick and an apology for being one is necessary but even if that’s doesn’t happen I still wouldn’t call it bad writing because the characters are consistent and choices still feel like justifiable choices for those characters.

Overall this show has kept me happy and has had realistic, idiot teenagers throughout. I think some of you have just forgotten what idiot teenager looks like.

#23.5 degrees #honestly when do I ever agree with fandom where teen shows are concerned #this is the same shit that happened with dangerous romance #nobody able to recognise that teenagers are inherently stupid as fuck

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Danny Phantom - Transparent

Author Comments: Ha, and you all thought you were rid of me, didn’t you? Too bad for you I’m still here and back with some more stories! This is one of my commissions I finished recently and, god willing, there’s more where this came from!

Summary: Ghostwriter, also known as Andrew Riter, has had a long and difficult life, and a rather difficult afterlife, too. So, when his boyfriend, Danny Fenton/Phantom, starts acting oddly, it’s clear that there’s only one answer as to the cause. Danny was going to betray him to his ghost-hunting parents — now if only he could convince his brother of the matter. 

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Relationship: Ghostwriter | Andrew Riter/Danny Fenton/Phantom

Characters: Ghostwriter | Andrew Riter, Dannny Fenton/Phantom, Randy Riter (Ghostwriter’s Brother)

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 3,622

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Typically, considering the rather complicated lives as religion-obsessed assassins they had led when they were, well, alive, Andrew’s brother was rather good about believing him when Andrew suspected someone of showing signs of betrayal. This time, however, Randy looked less amused and more disappointed, arms crossed as he sighed and spoke a vaguely annoyed, “Have you been working on your murder mystery books again?”

“Randy.” Andrew Riter, better known to some as the Ghostwriter, liked to believe that he was a rather logical person. With the fact that he was one of the few ghosts in the Ghost Zone who wasn’t absolutely insane or obsessed with world domination, he had a much firmer grasp on reality and those around him. As such, he knew when he was being paranoid versus when something actually concerning was taking place. “We’ve been betrayed before and I’m telling you that all of the signs are there-!”

Randy held up a hand to stop him, looking even more disappointed than he had even just a minute ago. It was almost impressive and Andrew hated how he immediately snapped his mouth shut, Randy nodding before continuing with a firm, “Your boyfriend is not plotting to betray you.”

“But he could be!” Andrew burst out, throwing his arms up into the air. “It would be perfect, too, because no one would ever expect the hero Danny Phantom to betray his partner!” It all made sense and the plot was laid out in front of him like a glaringly bright yellow brick road. 

“Andrew,” Randy groaned, moving to collapse against a plush, overstuffed couch that Andrew was particularly fond of. There was a reason he kept that couch in his study, after all, which was where he had hidden himself until he could parse out Danny’s true intentions. “Danny couldn’t even lie to you when he was trying to surprise you for his birthday.”

“Which would make his betrayal all the more possible!” Andrew shot back, mind whirling with snippets of conversations and interactions as he paced his study. “He always has to be home on Saturday mornings and when I asked why he looked away and nervously lied about how it was a medical thing-”

“What makes you think that was a lie?” Randy was all but ignoring him, flipping through one of Andrew’s manuscripts that he had thrown towards the couch in a fit of rage. Andrew felt no qualms in picking up a rather large thesaurus and throwing it at Randy, pleased at the following yelp of pain. “Hey!”

Andrew went back to his pacing, ignoring the swears aimed his way as he thought over the other day’s questioning about why Danny always had to be home at the same time on Saturday mornings of all things. Danny had been so nervous, avoiding eye contact and shuffling his weight around and even going so far as to flinch when Andrew had raised a hand to gently rub his shoulder. It was clear to see that Danny knew Andrew was clued in on his future betrayal. 

Catching the book he saw flying at him out of the corner of his eye, Andrew looked to Randy, an annoyed expression showing that he had clearly said something that Andrew hadn’t heard. Andrew decided to respond with a simple, “You’re wrong.”

“You have no idea what I said, do you?” Randy scoffed, Andrew only smirking because replying like that meant Randy knew he was wrong in whatever he had said so ha. “Okay, so the medical thing is a bit weird, but maybe it’s just something he has to do that he’s embarrassed about. That doesn’t mean he’s betraying you.”

“It also doesn’t mean that he’s not not betraying me,” Andrew snapped out, pausing and wrinkling his nose because, hm, that had not felt like good sentence structure. There had to be a better way to word that thought. Perhaps- “Ow.”

Rubbing his now sore head, Andrew glared at Randy, who smirked because he was stupid and had stupid perfect aim and Andrew didn’t care what he said being hit in the back of the head with a pen hurt. Andrew made a mental reminder to make him suffer later, continuing his point instead with a firm, “It makes sense.”

“Fine. Let’s indulge your paranoia for a few minutes here.” Randy sat up as Andrew fought off the urge to insist that it wasn’t paranoia. “Who exactly would Danny betray you too?” Ah, well, that… was a question, certainly. “Seriously?”

“Well excuse me for being more worried about the actual betrayal aspect of this plot!” Andrew snapped back, crossing his arms and looking down at aged, ruffled carpet. “The Observants-”

“They hate me and Danny way more than they hate you,” Randy interrupted with a scoff, which… was true; as much as Andrew hated to admit it. He was just waiting on the day when Randy was kidnapped by the one-eyed cretins. “Try again.”

Andrew chewed on the inside of his cheek, mentally paging through the ghosts and humans that they both knew. “Guys-in-White?” Before Randy could throw something at him again, Andrew shook his own head, “Mm, no.” Danny hated the Guys-in-White more than any other ghost he knew. Plus, it would be embarrassing to be handed over to them. “He would at least have the good sense to give me to his parents, first-”

Snapping his mouth shut, Andrew stared at the ground because that was it. The thread of the plot that had just been out-of-sight. Danny’s parents; the ghost hunters. It made perfect sense. Danny had yet to tell the two of his ghostly nature, but he had been hinting towards it. What better way to get in their good graces than to offer up an actual ghost? 

Andrew looked to Randy, who immediately shook his head, “No- No, no, no, he is not planning on offering you up to his parents-”

“It makes sense.” It was the perfect plan — the perfect story. Danny Fenton, the boy cursed with ghost powers with ghost hunters as parents. What better way to earn forgiveness and respect than to give them that which they had been so desperately hunting over the years? It lined up into clean, crisp arcs: the meeting, the fall, the betrayal, the end. 

Feeling the thrum under his skin of danger, Andrew turned to start pacing again, instead running right into Randy’s chest. His brother caught him by his shoulders, stilling him and holding him in place while looking at him with an expression that was equal parts annoyed and concerned, “What manuscript are you working on right now?”

Ah, now, this is where Randy would dismiss all his worries and say he was paranoid because he had spent too long in one genre. Andrew, though, knew how to get around this. “I’m afraid it doesn’t have a name at the moment-”

“Andrew.” Damn Randy and his knowledge of Andrew’s small quirks and oddities. 

“A Crimson Dinner,” Andrew muttered reluctantly, trying not to wince at Randy’s glaring look. “So what if I have been working on murder mysteries again! That doesn’t explain Danny’s odd behavior!” 

“Jesus,” Randy groaned, Andrew hating how he had the instinctive urge, even after so long, to scold him for taking the Lord’s name in vain. Hm, maybe he had been working on his latest manuscript for a touch too long. “Andy. That kid fucking loves you. He is not going to betray you to his parents — who are not that good at being ghost hunters, by the way.” 

Andrew read the concern buried in Randy's voice and the way his hands tightened on his shoulders in clear worry. What was even clearer was the plea in his eyes to just drop the matter. If this had been another time Andrew would have nodded and agreed that he was being paranoid. He would have lied to Randy’s face and felt no remorse. 

As it was now, though, Andrew only continued with a firm, unyielding, “But what if-” Randy’s groan was unappreciated, but he at least wasn’t flying away from him in a fit of rage.

Which was excellent. Andrew needed a sounding board so he could begin crafting a plan to deal with his boyfriend’s future betrayal.

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“You’re being weird.” Blinking at the half-ghost that was sitting in his lap and staring at him with amused suspicion, Andrew decided to respond by innocently tilting his head. “Don’t play cute with me. I know you know what I mean.” 

“Haven’t the faintest,” Andrew denied, shivering as Danny’s palms, cool and soft, rubbed against the stubble dotted across his cheeks as the younger leaned closer. “No idea at all.”

“None whatsoever, huh?” Danny raised an eyebrow, those palms still cool against him as he gently nudged Andrew closer to him, pressing a sweet, soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Not even a bit of an idea?” 

“None whatsoever,” Andrew repeated distractedly, unable to help his frown when Danny pouted and ‘collapsed’ against his chest. Honestly, this one was bad for his heart in far too many ways. “Why do you think I’m acting suspicious?” 

“I didn’t say suspicious,” Danny snorted, looking up at him with a look torn between annoyance and amusement. It was such a sweet look, and Andrew almost didn’t even feel all that bad that it would be Danny to betray him. “I said you’re being weird. You’re acting all… observant-y.” 

Andrew knew Danny no doubt meant that Andrew had been keeping a much more careful eye on him over the past couple of days, but he couldn’t help his immediate response of, “There’s no need for insults, mon cher.” 

The confusion fading into startled laughter was worth the pang of knowing this would, one day, come to an end. Besides, it was hard to feel too upset when Danny was so sweet about the way he earned his trust, cuddling closer to him and giving him soft kisses and teasing him gently and warmly. Really… if this was to be his final hell, it wasn’t one Andrew was all that keen about fighting against. 

“Don’t think I’m dropping this,” Danny managed to mutter between kisses, seemingly as distracted as Andrew was becoming. “You’re still acting weird — and that’s coming from the teenage half-ghost superhero.” 

Andrew scoffed, rolling his eyes as Danny curled back up against his chest, near hiding against him, “And here, I believe, is where I say something about the pot calling the kettle black?” Danny stuck his tongue out, Andrew clucking his own in response. “Maybe I’m just busy trying to uncover all of your secrets.”

It was a tease as much as it was a test, but it hurt more than Andrew would have thought when he felt Danny jolt against him, sudden and sharp as a swirl of fear flashed across his eyes. Danny’s words tumbled together and fell out of him a rush, a half-panicked, “Looks like you caught me. I did steal Sam’s nail polish in seventh grade.”

“I knew it,” Andrew said seriously, responding just how was expected of him. He might have been tempted to put more humor into the situation if it didn’t feel like his chest was aching with the realization that he had been right. Yes… he supposed he really had known it. “Danny…”

Danny, nervously shifting and adjusting to where he was once again sitting beside him rather than straight in his lap, paused to give him a look that was just as nervous, “Yeah?”

“I…” He what? He knew that Danny was going to betray him to his parents? He was fully aware that Danny was keeping something from him and had no intention of telling him? He still loved Danny even though he knew what was going to happen? 

A million words floated through his head, Andrew trying them all out silently one after the other. I love you. No. This wasn’t the time even if it was true. I know what you’re going to do. No, no, no, that sounded far too accusatory. Andrew didn’t want to start a fight with Danny when it felt like he was trying to claw his heart back together as it was. Why did it have to come to this? Don’t you love me? Did I do something wrong? What did I miss? Please, don’t do this- 

“Andrew?” Danny’s quiet voice broke up his thoughts, a cool hand cupping his cheek as eyes looked at him with a potent mixture of worry and concern. It was the barest edges of caution that had him near recoiling, though. “Are you-”

“I’m not blind.” It was nowhere near what he wanted to say exactly, but it was at least a somewhat subtle start. “You… You do know I’m not blind, don’t you?” He had to have known that Andrew was fully aware of what was about to happen. Right? 

“I- Yeah, of course- I mean-! Yeah! I know that!” That caution spiraled out into panic and fear, Danny quickly standing up. “Right, well, uh, I’m gonna go, you know- Kitchen. Food, and everything- Yeah.” Danny was rushing away towards another part of Andrew’s lair before Andrew himself could even offer a response. 

His only saving grace — and oh how far he had fallen to even so much as think that — was Randy entering the room with a low whistle only seconds after Danny had truly left. Andrew didn't know if the man was just that good at sniffing out drama or if he had felt Andrew’s turbulent emotions. 

“Accuse him of his ultimate betrayal of your love and shit that soon? Thought you would have held it in for at least another week or two.” If this were even earlier that day, Andrew would have been tempted to roll his eyes and toss a book at his brother. As it was, Andrew just stared in the direction Danny had taken off towards; the opposite direction of the kitchen. “Hey, this is the part where you give me your hundred page thesis on all of your paranoid-”

“He flinched.” Andrew’s words were quiet, soft enough that they could have been easily talked over. Randy fell silent, instead, and didn’t that just tell Andrew everything he already knew? “We were just… talking. He noticed how I’ve been acting odd, and I teased that I was ‘trying to uncover all of his secrets.’’

Andrew looked to Randy, hating how everything in him felt like begging for advice and support and he didn’t want to lose this. “He flinched.” Danny shouldn’t have flinched- Andrew knew all his secrets; or at least, he thought he had.

“Andy…” Randy trailed off, not saying anything else. When it looked like he was about to try to speak, Andrew simply shook his head. He didn’t need advice. 

Not when the matter would be dealt with soon enough — one way or another. 

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In truth, after his discussion with Randy, Andrew had been prepared to wait months or even years for Danny’s betrayal. The both of them were patient when it came to important matters and Danny was far cleverer than people gave him credit for. He also didn’t like to lose. With that in mind, Andrew had been prepared to wait. 

He hadn’t expected, three days later, to be wincing at Danny’s cold, aching tone when he snapped out a harsh, “Fine. You figured it out. Proud of yourself?!” Shoved into a corner of the couch and curled up and glaring at him, Danny showed every sign of an injured wild animal. It was harder than Andrew would have thought to fight back the urge to try and comfort the teen and talk him down. 

Instead, he busied himself with the thought of wondering how Danny had known that he had figured it out. Andrew opened his mouth to ask that, or maybe deny he even knew, but Danny beat him there with a cold, bitter laugh, “Please. You’ve been acting weird for days, ever since-” Since that joke about ‘secrets.’ “You barely look at me, you’ve been avoiding spending time with me, you haven’t touched me once-”

Danny cut himself off with a jagged sound that had very clearly been a suppressed whine and Andrew hated how much it hurt. He couldn’t stop himself from responding with a quiet, “Danny…” 

“I just- I thought with you it would be different.” Danny’s voice cracked and the sound made Andrew want to release a whine of his own. “I didn’t think-! It wasn’t supposed to go like this!” Danny had his arms wrapped tight around his chest, curled up even more as the desperate, broken expression on his face snapped into one of rage, green eyes blazing with anger.

Unsurprisingly, it was the anger that had Andrew responding, a spark of defiance blazing through him because how dare he-! “You thought I would simply be fine with you betraying me by offering me up to your parents on a silver platter as some- Some gift-” 

“What?” Danny’s tone, loud and sudden and confused, had Andrew snapping his mouth shut. Danny no longer looked angry and hurt and cornered, instead he simply stared at Andrew, blinking slowly. “Hang on… Hang on- Andy, what do you mean when you say I’m ‘betraying you?’” There was confusion and caution and… hope?

It was the hope that caught Andrew off guard, all of his meticulous notes about how odd Danny had been acting as proof of his upcoming betrayal disappearing. Instead he could only stare before managing a weak, “You’re… going to betray me and offer me up to your parents as a peace offering? A ghost they can study before revealing your own ghostly nature to them?”

The laugh, wild and sharp and sudden and relieved, was not something Andrew had expected from Danny. Nor had he expected the rushed out, blurted words of, “I’m trans.” Andrew simply… stared. He had expected betrayal, and heartache, and the bitter reminder that humanity and the dead could never truly be, but he had not expected… that. Danny seemed to realize as such, all of his fear and worry and anger seeming to vanish as a smile reappeared. “You know. Transgender?”

“I- Yes.” Trans. Danny was transgender. “I’m aware of what trans means.” He knew what it meant, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t surprised because he hadn’t… been expecting that. “I… Well. I suppose that does rather make more sense than you betraying me to your parents, doesn’t it?”

Andrew barely took a seat on the couch before he had Danny in his lap, Andrew’s hands snapping out to steady him before he was very quickly distracted by lips pressed against his own. When Danny finally pulled back, it was to more laughter muffled against his cheek as the other buried his way against him, “I can’t believe- Out of every possible sign you thought-!”

“Yes, thank you!” Andrew interrupted, refusing to focus on the warmth he could feel in his cheeks. Ghosts may have been dead, but they could still flush in embarrassment, apparently. “It made a remarkable amount of sense at the time.” Ah… Randy was never going to let him live this down once he found out.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Danny said seriously, leaning back to cup Andrew’s cheeks with his hands, pressing just enough to squish them and make Andrew try to squirm away. Danny, the brat, didn’t let him. “It makes perfect sense that, instead of believing I’m trans, you believe that I’m going to betray you to my parents.”

“That’s not-!” Ah, but that was exactly what Andrew had thought, wasn’t it? “It wasn’t as simple and foolish as you make it sound!” Andrew tried to jerk his head away again, not putting much effort into the gesture when he was more focused on Danny’s relieved, happy laughter. “You’re just a naturally suspicious person, I suppose.”

“This from the former assassin,” Danny shot back at once, his inability to not have the last word kicking in as it always did. “I pass that well, huh?” There was something in the words that made the ends waver. There was a hesitance in how Danny braced himself, beginning to lean back as if expecting Andrew to ever care about something as simple as that. 

Mulling over his words, Andrew tried a dozen variations in his head before he sighed, truth slipping out of him as it always did around his idiotic, ridiculous, wonderful boyfriend, “Honestly, you say that like it matters.” Cupping the other’s cheek, Andrew brought him back in closer, kissing him softly. 

“Doesn’t it?” Danny asked as soon as he pulled back, a hint of fang peeking out as he bit at his lip. Even as he asked, though, Andrew could see the tension sliding out of him, body relaxed and easy to bring back towards his own. “I mean… does it matter?”

“Danny.” Andrew shook his head, incredulous laughter bursting out of him. “I thought you were going to betray me, and I was still in love with you and ready to do whatever you asked of me. What do you think that means?”

“Mm…” Danny trailed off, learning forward for a kiss before stopping just shy with a smirk. “That you’re more paranoid than you say you are.” The smirk was too much like Randy’s for Andrew’s liking and he felt no shame in grabbing a nearby pillow and trying to smother the brat. 

He had to admit, though… The bright, cheerful laughter wasn’t such a bad sound; and he supposed it was rather good that Danny wasn’t about to betray him to his parents. At least, not anytime soon, it seemed.

#danny phantom #iambic prose #ghostwriter #ghost writer #my writing #original

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About "ward" and "son", part of It's the legacy of the Batman show. Also, while Dick became Bruce's son in 2001, that was well after "ward" no longer applied. Meanwhile, Damian is Bruce's biological son, and reminds us of that constantly. Not so much anymore, but he used to.

I mean, the constant harping on Damian’s blood son status absolutely IS bullshit, I agree? But that’s also like....part of my point, is the thing. I hate any and all insistence on treating any of the kids like they’re actually less Bruce’s kids somehow than any of the others.....and this absolutely includes singling Damian out as his biological son, which is a thing that for the record, I rant about a LOT too, and one of my biggest issues with Tom King’s run (though to be fair, I have so many Big Issues there its hard to actually rank them, lol). But the thing is......there’s plenty of people in fandom and in fics who speak to how the blood son crap is bullshit, and again, all for that, I do it too, no disagreement. BUT, there’s not to my knowledge a whole lot of people speaking about the tendency to prioritize Dick’s former ward status over his adopted son status.

Like I read plenty of fics that have no problem referring to Jason and Tim as Bruce’s sons, even when referencing events after Tim got himself emancipated in the comics, and Jason objects to being called Bruce’s son....BUT IN THE EXACT SAME FICS, refer to Dick with terms like ‘ex-ward’ or ‘former ward’ as a description, rather than son as well....even though he’s actually his son by adoption in those fics as well. And I’m totally cool with those things as well, because, hey, not wanting to legitimize DC’s weird are they/aren’t they fixation about letting any of Bruce’s kids (except for Damian, yes)  be CONSISTENTLY regarded as his kids....totally valid in my books. Fics don’t regard the inconsistencies or weirdness or vagueness or totally unnecessary ways in which DC finds to refer to Bruce’s kids as something other than his kids? Noooo problemo.

The problem I have is so many fics still allowing those inconsistencies with Dick to stand, or still play into agreeing things other than ‘Bruce’s son’ still make for a more accurate or standardized description of him.

As far as it being a legacy of any of the animated Batman cartoons, sorry, I just don’t see it. The 90s era one was a popular show, a lot of peoples’ first introduction to the characters, yeah, and the others all had plenty of fans of their own, but there’s a TON of stuff from those shows that have nothing to do with comics canon OR have been accepted or prioritized by comics fanon....so Dick being Bruce’s ward rather than his son seems a weirdly specific thing to hold on to and carry over into comics-based fandom when so much else from the shows weren’t. 

Especially when you consider that the majority of instances of cartoons distinctly referencing Dick as being Bruce’s ward were ones where Dick was a teenage Robin living with him in Wayne Manor.....which absolutely matches up with how Dick was always a ward when he was a kid and teen living at home still in Wayne Manor too, y’know? Since Dick wasn’t adopted until well into adulthood in the comics.....there’s no reason it wouldn’t be presumable for the same to be true for any of the cartoon versions.....so again.....IMO that just kinda doesn’t match up with a legacy of teenage Dick Grayson in any of the Batman shows being the frequent description of him as a former ward in fanfics about adult him from the comics. 

Plus most of the other Batkids never even existed in any of the cartoons, and writers never have trouble fitting them into fics and in fact, a huge emphasis in fics in this fandom is pushing the actual family connections to Bruce moreso than the comics EVER have.......so again, it still comes back to me as being very very distinct that Dick’s connection to Bruce is so often defined by being his former or ex-ward in even just casual descriptions in a fic...instead of like, his eldest son.....when there’s tons of reasons why that feels forced instead of a natural or obvious take to default to. 

*Shrugs* Tbh, my only real concern is just ‘this thing that happens a lot has a tendency to single Dick out as different from his siblings in ways that carry unfortunate implications regardless the conscious or unconscious reason for doing it, so I wish more people would stop to examine why they default to that description IF they’re someone who does so, in the hopes that maybe in doing so they’d find no reason to continue doing so. Which I mean, I know I’d prefer but honestly I do think is to the benefit of how anyone writes the Batfamily as it makes them a more cohesive, happy and healthy FAMILY of a father, his surrogate father, and all his kids, be they biological or adopted.....rather than a family in this case being a father, his surrogate father, and all his kids, be they biological or adopted....or his former ward.”

Like I said, its just about how you frame things most often. The word used most as a descriptor is almost always going to be the description readers internalize as being most accurate....so the more a character is described as an ex-ward rather than a son, the more people are likely to internalize their default view of that character as an ex-ward rather than a son.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

asks (21)

Anonymous said: Hi! Do you still like Tim Drake?

More than I can describe!

Anonymous said: Please tell me those law school quotes are all from one professor

They are not, but MOST of them are from the civ pro professor. His name is Counseller, and he’s great. He got a standing ovation after his speech at my friend’s graduation yesterday. I once went to dinner at his house and a movie afterwards. He had us all hide his candy in our bags so he didn’t have to pay concession stand prices. 

@whambamthanksbatfam​ said: Do you know canonical nicknames for the Batboys?

Hold up lemme see what I have on file

Off the top of my head I can also think of times that Tim referred to himself as “Timmy” (usually while pretty young), and of course Dick has “boy wonder”

Anonymous said: What do you think will happen to nightwing comics? Writer changes in April, will they be able to reverse the amnesia arc? Do you think maybe the damage to the character is irreversible? I don't understand why they'd allow it especially after what happened when they tried to kill him off. It's also 35th anniversary of his first appearance in a few months. Looking at teen titans, jon kent's age, young justice "coming back" I feel concerned for dc comics' future ):

I’m basically taking my usual approach, which is (as far as comics are concerned)... everything will return to its most profitable form. Comics have a set form. With a few key exceptions-- changes in superhero persona, for example-- things generally make their way back to the “classic” form. Therefore I expect Dick to go back to being Nightwing, in a form we would recognize as typically Nightwing. 

Anonymous said: wait..... waitwaitwaitwait..... wait. did u just swear in that hashtag? i have followed you for like 2 years and the closest i've seen to swearing is "sweet texas on high" which ended up becoming a bad habit of mine to say irl and then have to explain where the hell i heard that, and then i said it enough that one friend started saying it as well, then it just spread like a virus in my friend group (this isn't a complaint this is just surprise and amusement. love ur blog!)

Glad to see my nonsense swears are spreading! To be honest, I (really) swear a lot. Don’t tell my mom

Anonymous said: Hey! I have to choose a quote for my yearbook and i want to do a batman/superhero quote but i cant think of one and was wondering if you could help me out? Im looking to go for kinda funny but also has a bit of meaning, ya know? Anyway thank you!

Oooooh boy lemme see

I like Alfred’s quote in these panels. I would also maybe suggest:

"Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit. I've learned to love falling too." (Nightwing #142, 2008)

I don’t know how helpful I can be on this one, honestly, but there’s my two cents.

night-mom said: Hi, I have a bat-centric side blog called Bat-Losers-Inc. I just discovered some of your writing on tumblr and have been slowly going through it when I have the time. I really love how you write each character of the Batfam and how each of them feels very distinct from each other but also different from their common representations in the Batman fandom. So anyway, I was wondering if you had a favorite Bat family member to write from in terms of point of view/personality?

Hmmmm a couple of years ago, I would have said Jason. For whatever reason, I’ve always given him a talking/fighting style that’s the most similar to my own, but lately I find myself drawn to Tim and Damian. My guess? Their points of view allow me to explore some things I’ve been going through-- specifically a nasty bout of depression, anxiety, and a psychotic breakdown. I would also say that Dick is the hardest for me to write, followed by Bruce, Duke, and Cass. Stephanie is pretty easy. 

Anonymous said: For some reason, I have this huge need of some angst... Could u please do a prompt of suicide Tim? But he manages to success?? Please???

Listen. I’m definitely not going to do that, and I don’t think I need to explain why. 

Anonymous said: I reread some old B&R comics. Bruce came back from his weird time adventures and one of the first things he said to Damian was, that it was his job as Robin to make sure that Batman gets home safe. Like yeah, I guess it is? But also you're talking to your 10 year old son, I'm waiting for that mentality to bite you in the ass at some point. I mean it kind of did when Damian died to save Dick in Batman Inc. Bruce's parenting is really dangerous sometimes o_o

I agree. I’ve always had a problem anytime the Batman/Robin relationship is framed around what Bruce needs. For the benefit of the child? Sure, I’ll suspend belief for that one. Because an adult needs it? No thanks. That’s why Tim’s origin story bothers me a whooooole lot.

@therusticate said: I just read the fanfic you put out around Christmas with the files on Dick and Damien and I MELTED. There were TEARS! I’m hoping to find some more of your work on your blog; I love your writing style and how everything flows. Thank you so much for creating content! You did a fantastic job and I love it.

Oh, thank you so much! I’m particularly fond of that fic

Anonymous said: how's outlining going?

Anonymous said: what is it that you are outlining??

Anonymous said: I hope your outline turns out good and you do well ❤ you can do it!!

@couldnt-pick-a-name said: Have you finished your outlining yet?

Anonymous said: Good luck on your exams!! I hope they go well and you take care of yourself and don't get too stressed

I appreciate you all for keeping me on topic <3

Exams went... probably pretty well? We’ll find out when grades come back. I was outlining for immigration law, federal administrative law, and constitutional law-- and I did get all of them done. Hallelujah. 

Anonymous said: Young Justice 2019 just got published and I realized I haven't consumed enough YJ material!! Do you have any comic recommends??

Oooooh I guess that depends on which Young Justice you’re talking about? Original v. based on TV show? Either way, my recommendation is to look up the associated series. Original YJ (Tim, Bart, Cassie, Conner, etc.) is the 2000 version by Peter David. That team just got a reboot, and I’m reasonably sure that’s what you’re asking about. Then there’s the YJ comic based on the tv show (2011, I believe).

Either way, I like pretty much the entire series. Sounds simple, but that’s my rec. 

@dontstopkiwibea said: I've been thinking about your fic with Damien and Tim having a conversation about Tim's depression and the time when Bruce was missing. I think about all that missing time a lot and how so much /could/ have happened to Tim but didn't. And then I think about Damien being sad when Tim was dead. And then I think about Dick hearing about Tim's mental state during that time, how bad it really got, and maybe Bruce learns too. Ahhhh I don't know about you but I want more fics about Tim and getting help

Honestly? Same. I feel like there’s a lot of emotion that’s never officially explored, and that’s a problem I personally enjoy fixing. 

Anonymous said: You asked for headcanons, so: Damian likes to give Tim a hard time, and one day Damian scoffs at the idea of Tim getting a pet, saying he’d probably kill it through neglect. Tim doesn’t appreciate that and ends up with a goldfish out of spite. He learns everything there is to know, and his fish is gonna thrive, dammit. And it does. Tim comes to genuinely care for this little creature (and secretly Damian is really pleased Tim is showing such interest in something that isn’t casework or WE).

Love it! Give Tim A Fish 2019

Anonymous said: What are you most looking forward to this year?

Hmmmmm... this is maybe a lil over optimistic, but I’m really looking forward to getting better this year. I’m trying harder and I have better resources than I ever had before. 

@xylophonicsynapse said: Which of the bat-kids makes music playlists?

I’d say that all of them DO it sometimes, but the one who really gets into it is Damian. He likes his music organized, thank you very much.

Anonymous said: Hey Amy! Saw the ask about the line "The sun is UP and so is JESUS we are partying today." and I thought it was hilarious I MUST know where its from! Plz and thank you <3

Lmaoooo that was from a post on Easter

#okay I THINK that's all of the questions #the rest are fic prompts #asks

[randomfandomimagine]

5K Contest 1st Prize

For @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader (sorry for the wait, but thanks for being so patient! :D):

Fandoms: Teen Wolf & Star Wars

Gender to be shipped with: Male

Name: Taylor

Description: Tan skin, hazel eyes. Very long, dark brown, curly hair. I dress pretty casually, t-shirts, flannel shirts, sweaters, jeans. I'm a total geek, and proud of it! I'm fiercely protective of those I love. I'm a very deep person with a good sense of humor. Generally quiet and soft-spoken, but I also have this Chris Evans kind of laugh, and I do it all the time! I'm told I'm extremely happy and optimistic, but in reality I'm a worrier. And I'm a people-pleaser, which constantly gets me in over my head. I love being outdoors, sports, cooking, music and singing, photography, animals, fandoms, drawing, and graphic design.

TEEN WOLF

Lover: Stiles (you’re also a lot like Catori, Taylor!). You and Stiles are so alike that you agree in almost everything. You personalities click together perfectly, you have similar senses of humor (even if yours is a bit more pure and his is straight up sarcastic) and he’s so in love with you. He’s always there for you when you overthink and he’s up to do anything with you, he doesn’t care as long as you’re together. 

Best friend: Scott. While Stiles is closer to you, it’s Scott who has the same view of the world, the one that believes in kindness and in people and the one who prefers to see the silver linings and the good things in life, the small things. That’s why you’re best friends, there’s a different connection than the one you have with Stiles. 

Enemy: Derek. Not that you really hate each other, but he’s the one you clash with the most. Maybe because of your bubbly personality and his kind of pesimistic view of the world. But you can still tell he cares about you anyway.

Other characters: You and Lydia have your moments, most times you get along but you tend to disagree in many things. Liam gets along with you really well, and so does Mason and Kira, even if you’re not extremely close with any of them. Allison is your second best friend after Scott, and you do girly things together but also talking about serious things and help each other out. 

Drabbles

Stiles

Waiting in the hall was the worst, you wished you didn’t have a free period to fill. Honestly, it made you want to go home and forget about the rest of the day’s classes.

A guy was looking you from time to time, standing in front of you and leaning his back against the lockers just like you were. You stared back, wondering where his interest came from.

“Cool shirt” He mumbled, a friendly compliment.

“Thanks!” You looked down to it in an instinct. “I love my Batman t-shirt” 

The boy grinned to himself and walked a few steps closer to you, crossing his arms over his chest just to uncross them again and fidget around.

“He probably likes bananas, right?” He showed you a goofy face. “Na na na na Batman?” 

You let out a genuine guffaw of laughter, definitely not expecting such a silly and absurd joke. Growing self-conscious of your loud laughter, however, you covered your mouth with your hands to suffocate the noise. But he was just smiling. 

“Sorry, bad joke” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I just like your shirt, that’s all, forget about the rest”

“No, it was funny!” You encouraged him, smiling widely. A smile of its own appeared on his lips.

“I don’t think we’ve met” The grin never left his lips even as he spoke. “I’m Stiles” 

“I’m Taylor” You realized he was offering you a hand, so you shook it. 

“You have a terrible sense of humor, Taylor” He winked at you. “As bad as mine”

Scott

You took too long drawing to pass the time, and now you had to rush for class. In your hurry, you completely missed the boy standing in the middle of the hallway. He was facing his back to you and even if he turned around when he heard you, it was too late. None of you were fast enough to avoid the collision.

Both of you fell to the ground, papers flying by in the air as you stopped clutching the folder in your arms.

“Sorry!” You picked yourself up and gathered your notes back. “I’m so sorry!” 

“Don’t worry” He smiled at you and helped you pick up your papers. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah” You heaved a sigh. “I’m just late, can you tell me the time?” 

The boy took a quick glance at his wristwatch and grimaced in anticipation to your response.

“It’s... twenty past” 

“Damn it... It’s so late, I might as well skip it...” 

“At least it’s the last class, right?” He showed you a friendly smile that made you feel a little better. 

You nodded, clumsily fixing your hair, giving up on arriving to class. When you heard the boy chuckle, though, you looked up at him.

“We can hang out for a while, at least until you catch your breath” 

“Sure” You grinned too, realizing you were almost gasping for air. “I’m Taylor” 

“I’m Scott” His kind smile lingered on his lips. “I think we’ve seen each other around in class”

Derek

The situation was tense, and didn’t look too bright. Looking at your friends, you could see the concern and anguish in their faces. Except for Derek’s, you should have known by how people spoke of him. It was the first time you were around each other, but you could tell he was keeping calm.

“We’re screwed” Stiles muttered in annoyance. 

“There must be a way to defend ourselves from the other pack...” Scott said, apparently thinking aloud.

“L-Let’s think positive” You bashfully noted, feeling a bit out of place since you weren’t used to any of that yet. “There’s got to be a good side to this” 

“No offence, kid” Derek glanced at you for the first time. “But you’re not helping, there’s no good side about this” 

“But...” You pouted, looking at your boyfriend Stiles, who in turn stared at Derek.

“Another pack of werewolves declared war on us, how is that good?” 

Immediately, you could tell he didn’t like you. Maybe you were too energetic and optimistic for his like and you were far too different to get along, at least for now.

STAR WARS

Lover: Luke. There’s something special about you two, maybe because you grew up together and you knew each other so well that it was inevitable. But you understand each other like no one else does, you relate to one another and can almost see in each other’s souls and minds. There’s just a unique bond between you and him and you care deeply about one another.

Best friend: Rey. At first you didn’t quite get along because she was a bit distant, but in time you grew closer. You realized you were a bit similar and she saw how kind and cheerful you are and you were suddenly making jokes here and there and you both saw that you trusted each other.

Enemy: Han. It’s not that you’re actually enemies? But you just don’t get along, that’s all. Maybe it’s because your personalities are incompatible and even if you get along a bit better you’re just not friends yet. You notice Han makes an effort for you to like him and makes jokes and all, but you can’t quite bring yourself to be friends with him even if you grew to like him and even if you actually trust him.

Other characters: Poe likes you a lot! You’re kind, funny, smart and bubbly and he loves your energy, so he’s pretty nice and playful to you. Finn is a close friend to you, and you’re always chatting and also trust each other a lot, going to the other for advice when you need it. You and Leia aren’t extremely close, but you have lots of fun whenever you’re together and understand the other really really well. Chewie is your friend also, because even though you don’t speak Wookie you feel like you almost do, like you can understand him even when he isn’t speaking. 

Drabbles

Luke

You smiled as you saw Luke making his way to you, holding something in his hand. Maybe it was the part you had been wanting for weeks, the one missing to finish your droid! He found it! 

“I can’t believe it!” You jumped up and down as he approached you. “Really?” 

Luke reciprocated your smile and handed something to you. The missing part.

“Here you go, Tay”  

“You’re the best, Luke!” You took it from him and observed it, feeling him staring fondly. 

Both living in Tatooine, you two grew up together. To the point that it was so long ago that you barely even remembered how you became friends. And when certain... feelings arised. Truth was, you thought differently about him now. 

You often wondered if he did too, seeing as he bothered to look for something you really wanted and spent so long until he finally found it. Just to make you happy. 

“Thank you so much!” You threw yourself to hug him, making him chuckle happily as he hugged you too. 

Too excited to contain yourself, you kissed him in the cheek as you broke away. You worried that you went too far, but Luke was smiling. Even if he was blushing too.

Rey

You thought it was just another monotonous and hopeless day at Jakku, but you saw something that lightened you up in your apathetic mood. Being stuck there wasn’t fun, and you only ever saw how selfish and cruel people could be. So when you saw that girl refusing to sell that droid even for the food she obviously needed, it made your heart sing with hope. 

You stood up from your shade, brushing the sand off yourself, and approached her. The girl seemed a bit moody as her orange and white droid friend followed her, yet not regretful.

“Hey, I would have done the same thing” You told her, admiring her kindness and selflessness.

“What?” She was surelly surprised that a complete stranger was talking to her, and confused as to what you were talking about.

“You can maybe get food another way” You said, letting her know you saw everything. “But people, and especially friends, are irreplaceble” 

The girl looked down to her droid friend, which beeped in response, and then back to you as her brown eyes locked with yours. 

“Funny, I think everyone else would call me crazy for doing that” She frowned, seizing you as she stared.

“Not me, that’s for sure” You extended a hand to her, dedicating her a bright smile. “I’m Taylor” 

“Rey” She shook your hand and nodded her head to the droid. “That’s BB8″ 

That smile lingering in your lips, you nodded at your new friends.

“Pleased to meet you both” 

Han

You were finally going to meet the famous Han Solo. After hearing so many stories from Luke and once you convinced him to take him with you in his adventures, you met Leia. And now you were about to be introduced to Han, someone you were extremely curious about.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to think of him. Judging by what your friends told you about him, he was cheeky and arrogant and cunning. The only reason you were okayish with him was because your friends trusted him and apparently he had their backs. Not that you were convinced about him still.

As soon as you walked into the ship, a confident looking man wearing a vest approached you, bearing a self-satisfied smirk.

“Hi there” He offered you a hand. “I’m Han, you must be Taylor” 

“Yeah” Warily, you shook his hand, not wanting to be rude. 

“Luke never mentioned how beautiful you are” The smirk never left his face as he nonchalantly shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Guess he wants to keep you all for himself” 

“Excuse me?” You frowned, wondering what he was on about and why he was flirting with you even though he had just met you. He was giving you a terrible first impression. 

“It’s a joke” He said, holding his hands up. “To break the ice?” 

“Aha...” You awkwardly said, navigating the ship to reunite with your boyfriend Luke. 

“Well, that happened” You heard Han saying behind you, realizing he made you slightly uncomfortable.

#contest prize #5k contest #teen wolf #tw #star wars #sw

[notdeadjack]

annual rec list: 2017 edition

18 Fandoms represented: 

Voltron: 85 fics Haikyuu!!: 8 fics  Avatar: The Last Airbender: 1 fic  Yuri!!! on Ice: 2 fics  Naruto: 2 fics Star Trek: 8 fics  Boku no Hero Academia: 9 fics Marvel: 8 fics  Big Hero 6: 1 fic Teen Wolf: 100 fics Star Wars: 5 fics Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: 5 fics Harry Potter: 3 fics  Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog: 2 fics Dream Daddy: a Dad Dating Simulator: 3 fics  Lucifer: 1 fic Stranger Things: 1 fic Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency: 3 fics

247 fics, under the cut!

(to those of you the “read more” doesn’t work for: I am so sorry.) 

If you find any dead links, incorrect/missing information or if you’re the author of a fic and want me to remove the link from this list, please contact me and I’ll take care of it :D

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Voltron

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9557762     Lonely (But Not When You Hold Me) by SouthernBird     4k, Lance/Shiro, h/c,

It’s an unsettling thing, something sickening that doesn’t sit well at all, almost as if he should have noticed the lack of presence earlier. Wary as he is to admit it, there’s a tiny voice of longing that dances in his chest through the silence of the corridor he’s standing in, as if the lack of the warmth of Lance’s presence has made him cold.

(A bit of a fix-it story after Episode 8/10 of VLD: Season Two!)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9550874     A Good Day to Slack Off by UnknownAuthorPerson 3k, gen, fluff, team bonding, truth or dare, 

It definitely wasn't how Shiro planned his day, but finding his teammates playing Truth or Dare was probably better than going through another day of rigorous training.   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9137215     burn and break by epiproctan    2k, Keith-centric, smut, tentacles, 

Keith follows some local alien tips on how to work off his frustration.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8655217     Just Like Sunlight by literal_trashbaby    3k, Keith/Lance, fluff, pining, 

when Lance found Keith milling near the fringes of the crowd and made some lame joke, he was expecting the usual snide remark, or at least that somewhat endearing incomprehension that bordered on naïveté. instead, Keith laughed. Keith laughed, and Lance’s world turned on its end.

OR: Keith laughs at a corny joke and Lance Was Not Prepare(TM)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9124741    Too Busy Being Yours by Resamille     10k, Keith/Lance, pining, alcohol, 

Keith is in love, Lance is a mess, and maybe things might actually work out for once.

(alternatively: Keith pines, the stars are pretty, music boxes, Pidge can't hold their alcohol, lasers, and Blue is going to disown Lance after this.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9035474    Slowly, Surely by needchocolatenow    3k, Lance/Shiro, AU, pining, 

Shiro is tasked with an assignment to deliver important cargo to Altea. Lance is his second.

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Or, the fic in which Shiro and Lance take a road trip through space in an unfortunately named shuttle.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8408143     A Kiss is a Kiss (But it's never like this) by GibbousLunation    25k, Keith/Lance, 5+1, slow burn, h/c, injuries, 

“How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8152486    Heatwaves on Autopilot by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot    56k, Keith/Lance, sex pollen, dubious consent, slow burn,  

Keith and Lance unknowingly inhale an alien aphrodisiac during a simple resource retrieval mission. But unlike the common aphrodisiac, this particular one reactivates under certain unknown conditions, later leaving them craving in situations that don't necessarily present them with many options. Keith tries to work through it, concerned with the sudden lack of control of his body, until he realizes the same thing is happening to Lance. So...great. How are they supposed to deal with this, keep it a secret, AND tend to the thousands of other responsibilities that come with defending the universe? (Together, of course.)

As someone who LOVES the sex pollen trope, let me tell you this fic is perfection. it has continuous sex pollen! and feelings! :D :D :D 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8628142     Bedroom Hymns by Bosstoaster Smut (ChaoticReactions)    26k, Shiro/Everyone, smut, aphrodisiacs, biting, fucking machine, D/s elements, body modifications, 

His arm wasn't the only thing the Galra changed. They also gave him certain... needs.

Shiro learns to make it work for him.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7491141    Lost and Found by battleshidge (Amiria_Raven)    75k, Shiro/Pidge, slow burn, pining, 

The dashed line from their current location to the box was labeled 00:02:47:29:12. Two hours, forty-seven minutes, twenty-nine seconds, twelve milliseconds.

In just under three hours, they would be headed away from the last known location of Sam and Matt Holt.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8101003    BloodCam by hollo     116k, Keith/Lance, AU, blood play, self harm, cutting, cam show, asexual character, paraphilia, minor stalking by secondary character, 

It was Pidge who drew his attention to it, groaning at the pop up ad that had somehow broke through their ad blocker. “What sort of depraved bullshit is that,” She grumbled as she closed the window, but not before the site’s name was ingrained on Keith’s brain -DarkSinCams - along with a tempting teaser shot of a graceful neck pinched harshly in a prong collar. Exactly the type of bullshit that piques my interests, Keith thought. 

As an asexual with a thing for blood, let me tell you this fic is one that I never thought I’d ever get to read, a part of me that i never, even in my wildest fantasies, dared to think would ever get representation. Even if it deals with such a dark, dangerous kink that is arguably neither safe nor sane, it NEVER does so in a sleazy or creepy way. And, since Keith is asexual, it is sexual in a way where it’s not sexual at all? idk, i can’t really explain it. But, it is hella good and i love it.

Do take note of the warnings tho, if graphic self harm and cutting is a trigger for you, give this one a pass, yeah?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9102247     strength of the small by nowweareunstoppable     12k, gen, h/c, graphic injury, BAMF!Pidge, 

A false distress signal lands the paladins in a tough situation. It falls to Pidge to earn their freedom, and it doesn't come without a dangerous cost. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9067054    String Theory by kingkoganes (noero)    4k, Keith/Lance, accidental soul bond, frottage, first time, 

The prospect of piloting the Red Lion had excited Lance at first, even if the mere thought of abandoning the Blue Lion made him uneasy. In hindsight, that should have been his first clue that something was bound to go wrong. Omnipresent robot lions were usually right about these things. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9081937    Stir by wynnebat     4k, Pidge/Shiro/Keith, threesome, first time, 

Shiro, Keith, and Pidge find each other after the battle with Zarkon. It's finding the others that's the problem. And boredom. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9197414     How Far Will You Go For Your Leader by WashiPuppy    24k, Lance/Shiro, Lance/OMC, dub-con, consensual voyeurism, marking, 

"You would throw yourself at my mercy his place?" The Druid asked with a curious tilt to her head, "And what would I do with you?"

"You could do anything you wanted with me, Babe. Just tell me what you want." Lance heard himself say low, sultry, and entirely without his rational brain intervening. He could practically hear the minds of the Galra in the room grinding to a halt.

Great, now when the rest of the team rescued Shiro, he'd have to tell them "Lance died after flirting with the enemy. There was nothing I could do. I think we all knew this was inevitable."

"You should be throwing yourself upon the Commander's mercy, not mine," The Druid stood and grinned down at Lance.

Ah well, what was the french saying? 'When the wine is drawn, you have to drink it' or something. He leaned slightly to give him direct line of sight to the Commander.

"You could do anything you wanted with me, Babe. Just tell me what you want." Lance repeated in the same sultry tone.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8495119     popping tags by ladyfnick    8k, Keith/Lance/Shiro, clothes sharing,   

Sweaters are basically communal items, right? Lance has some unusual habits when it comes to other peoples things. In that he keeps accidentally stealing them. Whoops? Keith doesn't have that excuse.  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9157693    Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay     37k, Keith/Lance, slow burn, pining, 

Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged.

Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7836556     Fake It Til You Make It by nikkiRA    26k, Keith/Lance, fake dating, pining, sex pollen,  

“No, it’s not that –” Keith tries to backtrack. “We just – we –” he isn’t sure what he’s going to say, he just knows he has to say something before he and Lance are forced to have sex with some weird alien species, while also keeping the weird alien king happy enough to create an alliance with them.

But not for the first time and not for the last, Lance pulls through.

Of course, this time pulling through almost gives Keith a heart attack, because Lance slips his fingers through Keith’s so that they’re holding hands.

“What Keith here means to say,” Lance says, and although his voice is steady, he is gripping Keith’s fingers so tightly it’s painful. “Is that we can’t mate with your people, although we, um, appreciate the offer, because, well. We already are. M-mated, I mean. With, you know. Each other.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9301076    in stasis by ilgaksu     26k, Keith/Lance, injury, physical disability, artificial intelligence, 

The story starts like this: with a story where you think you know the end, until it turns out you don’t, until it turns out you didn’t have a clue.

In which for three months of Lance McClain's life, he lives as an AI, waiting for his prosthetics to come online. It goes about as well as expected.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9355586     monachopsis by DJBunn3     7k, Keith/Lance, pining, 

It’s not that family-like situations make Keith uncomfortable, per se. He enjoys spending time with his fellow paladins and the Alteans, obviously. And in a way, they’re almost like a real family. Shiro and Allura are like the parents, and Hunk and Pidge are the younger siblings, mischievous and playful. That makes him and Lance the twins, polar opposites and incredibly similar at the same time, and always arguing over something. And no, he hasn’t thought much about this at all. So obviously he’s got no problem with families. They’re fine, even great. Just because he never had one before, doesn’t mean he’s made uncomfortable by them.

But now? Now that he’s witnessing Lance’s charisma firsthand once again, watching his easy interactions with complete strangers that Keith can only hope to achieve with Shiro and the others, he feels strangled and alone. His heart thumps unevenly in his chest. He’s opened the can of worms in his head that he swore he’d never touch again, and now they’re just crawling around his brain.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9379301     I Got You by dumpsterdiva      7k, Keith/Lance, pining, h/c, 

What do you do when you’re an overemotional kind-of-smol teen who likes engaging physical and emotional fisticuffs BUT NOW your crush is feeling insecure because of you??? Compliment him until he sUBMITS. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM MY LOVE.

Lance is a self-sacrificing idiot and Keith is #done and frankly so am I

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9519404     All My Reasons Why by tylerproposey     11k, Keith/Lance, slow burn, pining, 

But what if Keith's favorite color isn't red...what if it's blue.

Keith who has never really had a favorite color. Then one day at the Garrison he catches a glimpse of Lance's eyes and it stops him in his tracks for that moment.

"That's it?" He realizes, "That's my favorite color,"

It starts off as an infatuation, nothing more than admiration for the entrancing blue eyed boy. It turns into a crush - something he’s never had - and suddenly every shade of blue reminds him of Lance. It ends with love, something deep and turbulent, really he never stood a chance.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9462965     from the mouths of liars by csoru     7k, Keith/Lance, Galra!Keith, xeno, rough sex, under negotiated kink,   

“Dude,” says Lance — foolishly, because it means he has to breathe and now if they get sucked out into the vacuum of space, he’ll suffocate — “Are you mutating? Is this going to be the kind of deal where you get all messed up and turn into a horrible monster?” 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8474725     He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus     64k, Keith/Lance, AU, dragons, injury, h/c, slow burn, kidnapping, 

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed...and so are the true monsters. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9645266     Practice Makes Perfect by ryuuou     2k, Hunk/Lance, mild dub-con, blow jobs, 

Lance goes to Hunk for some help on studying for extra credit.   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9713744     i just want you to know who i am by Kyoshu_Koi     10k, Keith/Lance, AU, soul mates, 

"It's you!" Keith screamed, "It's always been you."

Or the fic where I combine every possible soulmate au together into one big mess 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9722156     We're Onto Something by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    3k, Hunk/Lance, cuddling, 

Over their years of friendship, Lance and Hunk slept pressed together many times. All that changed were the places.

Until things did change.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9964355     Pollination by Saucery      4k, Hunk/Lance, sex pollen, 

In which a species of alien flower plays matchmaker.

Or, the obligatory sex pollen story.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9623936     Make Me Your Home by Reader115     38k, Keith/Lance, pining, galra!keith, 

“Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”

“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.

Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.

“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9782123     Closer by Carvingknife     17k, Hunk/Keith/Lance, 

Keith understood that he was expected to bond with the other paladins, but he never expected Hunk and Lance to edge their way in as far as they did. Enemies, he could handle, but emotions. . . not so much. He entertained the option of ignoring the way his heart pounded all together, but one inebriated slip-up later, and the walls began to crumble. Suddenly, Lance is in trouble and Keith has to put confronting his feelings on hold in order to work with Hunk to get him back.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10020137     speechless by scriveyner (trismegistus)     1k, Lance/Shiro, pining, blow jobs, 

Keith was the same as ever in training, in sparring - his violet eyes narrowed in concern when he was able to throw Shiro and pin him to the mat; he had one palm on Shiro's heaving chest and weirdly that touch sent electric tremors down Shiro's spine. "You all right?" he asked, and Shiro's chest heaved.

No, he wasn't.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630806      There's a love I've been keeping inside; by kirargent      10k, Hunk/Keith/Lance, 

Keith thinks, utterly certain of himself: Lance likes him, too. Lance likes Hunk, too.

And that’s just fucking annoying. Leave it to Lance to make Keith’s life even more complicated.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9768674     starlight by scriveyner (trismegistus)      873 words, Lance/Shiro, pwp, 

It turned out that there were a lot of things about Lance Shiro didn't expect.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9569120     Not The Human Definition Of Normal by BrOwNiEfOx     2k, gen, 4+1, non-consensual body modification, 

Four times the paladins noticed things Shiro gained during his time as a Galran prisoner and one time he got to rest and it didn't matter.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9853094     Like a Bolt from the Blue by Mytay     5k, Keith/Lance, 

Keith has a near-death experience, but he’s actually pretty okay afterwards — he considers it all part of the Paladin calling. Lance, on the other hand, is wrecked by it, and so he trains his butt off to ensure that Keith will never die on his watch.

Or, as I originally posted on my Tumblr: Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room ...

… where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9817643       Junkyard Gods by warschach     28k, Keith/Lance, AU, greek mythology - modern setting, 

What happened to old, forgotten gods?

They moved to L.A. apparently

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9904898     Hold me close by percyinpanties     4k, Lance/Shiro, BDSM, 

Shiro takes Lance apart in the best way possible, only to put him back together.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9913883     Heavy, Gentle Hand by aurumdalseni (kyo_chan)     2k, Hunk/Shiro, 

Hunk trusts Shiro with his life, but he can't really trust Shiro with his own life. He makes it a point to step in to take care of his leader.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025414     Come Back (as pure as gold) by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)     3k, gen, time travel, bittersweet, 

When Shiro steps out of his lion after the final battle with Zarkon, something is off.

Seems like he missed something. Ten years of it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9959891     Count On Me by st4rlabsforever (omaken)    5k, Hunk/Keith, 

It’s not until a couple of weeks after the Weblum incident that Hunk realizes how much time he and Keith have been spending together lately.

Or, rather, it’s not really spending time together per se, just that Keith seems to always wind up wherever Hunk is in the evenings, whether he’s cooking up a late night snack in the kitchen or lounging in the common room with a bowl of Altean cracklepops and a movie.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9820193     All About that Space by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    6k, Hunk/Shiro, AU, pining, secret admirer, 

After an accident that cost him his arm and his position on the first manned Mars mission, Shiro transfers to work at the Jet Propulsion Lab. Shortly after, Hunk gains a secret admirer.

These facts are probably coincidental.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9727223     Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh     36k, Keith/Lance, mild dub-con, alien brothels, angst, pining, 

“What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it.

Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”

A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10026671     a truth in the blood by angstinspace     7k, Keith/Lance, missing scene, galra!keith, 

“I’m Galra, Lance.”

It's the first time he's said those words out loud––and to Lance of all people. He should feel horrified at himself but somehow, he doesn't. In fact, an eerie calmness has settled over him. Everything comes sharply into focus as he stands there, still holding Lance's wrist, breathing in and out, waiting for a response.

A post "Blade of Marmora" fix-it fic. Mostly broganes & klance bonding.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10088447     Hot Like Magenta by Methoxyethane     14k, Keith/Lance, galra!keith, heat, marathon sex, xenophilia, 

“I’m just saying it might be a little early to dismiss the possibility that you might be… you know.” He gestured to Keith’s alien junk as a whole. “In heat, or something?”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8365993     electromagnetic by seabear      25k, Keith/Lance, pining, fake dating, 

Lance spends a lot of time wondering about his place in the universe. And his place with Keith. Oh, also there’s a heist and some fake dating.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7797733      Entangled by mackerelmademedoit     101k, Keith/Lance, telepathic bond, pining, 

When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron's fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon.

Needless to say, when he'd wished for a 'bonding moment' with Lance, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.

This is a fresh take on the mind meld/telepathic bond/mental link trope, and i enjoy v much

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8549284     Closer to Your World by CastleSL      29k, Lance/Shiro, canon AU, role swap, pining, 

Students will be carefully selected and tested for the opportunity to fly out to Kerberos for scientific research. Only one student may be selected. Application and Testing will commence during the third trimester, June 21XX.

There was more on the page, statistics and requirements and more details, but it was legit. The flyer was printed on standard Garrison announcement paper, the document signed by the Dean and board of directors. The chance to go to Kerberos. Hunk took a moment to think, then clapped his hand on Lance’s back, smiling.

“Well, I’m rooting for ya, buddy.” He said, and Lance beamed like that was all he needed in the world.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10371303     theorycrafting by glhf     3k, Lance/Pidge, pre-canon, unrequited crush, 

Katie overthinks it. At least Lance is oblivious, and not interested. Pre-canon, set during the semester at Galaxy Garrison.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9816713     Kiss the Rain by robotjellyfish     7k, Lance/Shiro,  

After another mission where Lance gets tricked by the enemy and captured Lance is feeling pretty down his usual insecurities getting the better of him. Shiro is determined to show him he's not as useless as he thinks he is.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10088642     Small Fierce Things by playswithworms    5k, gen, injury, PTSD, 

Pidge is badly injured. Shiro does his best to angst over it, but is foiled.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9924476    Catch & Release by anonymous_scapegoat     2k, gen, 

Some Galra grunt makes the mistake of putting Pidge and Lance in the same cell. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10057184    Stuck on You by carpemermaid     25k, Keith/Lance, forced proximity, pining, 

Go to Thalgor, Coran had said. It will be easy, he’d said. Well, it wasn’t easy being literally stuck to his rival thanks to getting exposed to some stupid alien plant in the middle of a humid jungle, after hiking all day with said rival. Lance and Keith just have to make it through two weeks of being around each other constantly, with their arms glued together, before they can go their separate ways. But first, they’ll need to make it through sharing a room and learning how to live on top of each other until they’re free.

oh hey look, it’s my favourite trope: forced proximity~

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10091792     Pendulum by noero     5k, Keith/Lance, rough sex, 

The funny thing about falling for someone is you don't even realize you're falling until you hit the ground.

It just happens that when Lance falls, he hits hard.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9608048    It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia    18k, Thace/Ulaz, canon-AU, fluff, kid fic, grooming, 

One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10053452    Got Your Back - Platonic VLD Week Day #5 by hufflepirate    4k, gen, injury, h/c, cuddling, 

The mission started going badly long before Shiro realized Lance was injured and trying to hide it. Now, stranded alone on a strange planet and completing their mission on foot while they wait for the lions to self-repair, Shiro also has to figure out how badly Lance is hurt, why his uniform isn't healing him, and what to do about it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10553376     Antiparticles by yourfaveisproblematic     3k, Pidge/Shiro, 

an·ti·par·ti·cle Noun. A subatomic particle having the same mass as a given particle but opposite electric or magnetic properties. Every kind of subatomic particle has a corresponding antiparticle, e.g., the positron has the same mass as the electron but an equal and opposite charge.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10431945     After Me Comes the Flood by Qpenguin98    25k, Keith/Lance, trans character, h/c, 

The interior of this ship is cold and boring. The Galran soldiers that try to bond with you are cold and boring. Zarkon is cold and boring.

You are sick of being cold and bored.

A story following the Red Lion.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10540689     Touchdown by InsominiacArrest     4k, Keith/Lance, bondage, spanking, 

Lance starts to get hot and bothered by the fact Keith sometimes gives out congratulatory ass slaps, and it becomes an issue when they start dating and it's hard for Lance to ask for what he wants.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10540284     Hot in Here by SugarSweetRascal     5k, Keith/Lance, dub-con, rough sex, 

Lance and Keith have been pining after each other, so much so that their lions are thrown into full blown estrus. Will the paladins survive going into heat, or find a way to quench their thirst for one another?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8104807     Infection by 5557     73k, Keith/Lance, horror, injury, drowning, slow burn, fluff, 

While exploring an alien planet, Lance is nearly killed by a mysterious monster. Now he's convinced that he is infected with an alien sickness. Why doesn't anyone believe him? It must be Keith's fault.

This is a horror-comedy (but like, also a romance?), and I drew pictures.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10411245      The Doctor Is In by InterdictedKai, minus___zero     10k, Lance/Shiro, AU, trans character, medical kink, 

Lance had always hated going to the doctors for anything to do with his reproductive biology. But transitioning and other medical issues meant that Lance had spent more than his fair share of hours around doctors. It wasn’t until he was nineteen and having serious pain issues that his local GP finally referred him to the Gynaecology department at the hospital in the next town over. Fortunately for Lance, it wasn't that far of a drive. Unfortunately for Lance, his doctor turned out to be young and hot. Fortunately for Lance, that doctor thinks Lance is temptingly hot as well.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9559535    Running Flat by SKayLanphear     11k, Keith/Lance, pining, crushes, 

Lance, like all the other paladins, is finally getting used to the “mind meld” they all have to indulge in when controlling their lions. Until someone’s uncontrollable crush comes in and knocks them all back in surprise. It’s a crush that circles persistently through their thoughts and only gets stronger as time goes on, until they begin to realize this might be a bit more serious than the term “crush” implies.

Meanwhile, the unfortunate paladin behind it all is trying desperately to bury the feelings away, yet failing at every turn.

oh gosh this is so cute

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10450977     Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin (UserFromPluto)    9k, Keith/Lance, h/c, past abuse, touch starved, fluff, 

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. Anger dissipating like an exploded firework, Lance lets his hand fall limply to his side, mind blurring with static. When he tries to speak, nothing comes out but a choked noise, so he tries again.

“Keith,” he breathes. “Keith I’m not going to hurt you.”

(Keith has an abusive past, but with time and care Lance helps him become accustomed to positive touch.)

This fic was inspired by my fan art (!!!?!) and i’m still screaming about it ngl it’s amazing go read iiiit

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10465326    Katie by gemiinous    5k, Pidge-centric, coming out, trans character, 

"I'm a girl."

The reactions from the team should have made her feel better. They should have eased the months of dysphoria and anxiety, should have made her smile and relax into her own skin once more.

Instead, the casual acceptance--and even incredulity, were they even supposed to believe that she was a boy to begin with?--just left her off balance and whirling.

-OR-

Pidge slowly comes to terms with the idea that gender might not be as cut-and-dry as she thought it was.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10906425    Crushing Hard by donutwolf     15k, Hunk/Lance, wrestling, size kink, body worship,

Lance has a crush. But also, Lance wants to get crushed.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10842192     the potential of you and me by Katranga     15k, Keith/Lance, AU, first time,

“And then other times,” Lance said. “I’m just, like, dying to know what a mouth would feel like around my dick.” Keith choked on air and said, with absolutely no go-ahead from his brain, “I have a mouth.” Half-laughing, Lance said, “Is that an offer?” He pushed his wet hair out of his eyes. His throat was dry. “Is that an acceptance?” -- The summer after freshman year of college, Lance drags Keith back to their hometown to hang out. But the two of them rarely spend time together without Hunk and Pidge around, because things had a way of getting out of hand real quick. This summer is... no different.

make sure to read the reddit post this fic was inspired by. it’s precious~

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10713636     I Like It When You Touch Me by emogod669    2k, Lance/Shiro, smut, 

“I know, but tell me anyway.” Lance pouts and damn, Shiro’s weak just like that.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10379589     Songbird by Faequeen40     105k, Keith/Lance, injury, non-consensual body modification, h/c, 

After an ambush on a strange planet, Lance gets captured in Keith's place. Will the others be able to rescue him before Lotor breaks his new prize?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10776273     wipe these stars from my eyes by scriveyner (trismegistus)    10k, Lance/Shiro, 

Lance flung his arms out and yelled, "I did not sleep with Shiro!"

There was a long moment of silence as the last of Lance's words hung in the early morning air. "So ... you were just naked in his tent when I walked in, then," Pidge said. "Yes!"

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10767930    Public Displays of Affection by JessenoSabaku    19k, Hunk/Lance/Pidge, voyeurism, 

Lance and Hunk have been hooking up since the Garrison days. They usually manage to keep their business private, but when Lance gets in the mood, there's no stopping him. Thanks to that, Pidge caught them getting it on in the showers, and ever since then she's gotten more and more distant. Now Lance has to find a way to close the rift between them.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10892712    Lusty Dust by Brewrites    5k, Pidge/Hunk, sex pollen, mutual masturbation, 

Pidge and Hunk are on an alien soulmate planet and have been blasted with sex pollen. Pidge for the second time on the strange planet.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10888098     In the Still of the Night by zombiegardener    17k, Lance/Shiro, slow burn, PTSD, 

Sleepless nights can wear you down. But sometimes they can also be the start of something beautiful.

Or how to build a relationship you didn't even know you wanted in sleepless nights and stolen moments.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10883565     small parts of something big by TEARSoverBEERS    4k, Lance/Shiro, 

“Yeah, no one's gonna be like 'oh, Shiro is in love with me, we gotta date now', just in theory, which one of us do you find the most dateable.” Lance agrees. --------------

Aka. the Paladins are stuck in a fight over who is more dateable and somehow Shiro get himself wrapped up in that (and then in Lance)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10927908    Jaded by Creepofish    8k, Lance/Shiro, injury, 

Shiro is the leader of Voltron. He is the strength and the calm in the face of the thundering storm of the Galra. Lance is someone Shiro doesn't quite understand. Shiro is someone Lance wants to understand with all of his heart.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10935372     You Always Say the Stupidest Shit by mischiefmanager    13k, Keith/Lance, first time, fuck buddies, bickering,  

"I know what your problem is," Lance interrupts, pointing a finger at him and smirking as though he's just personally discovered the deepest secret of the universe. God only knows why Keith stops talking then, but in hindsight, he wishes he'd have just gotten louder.

"You need to get laid," Lance announces.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10698537    the anchor by Sarolonde    1k, Lance/Shiro, h/c, 

Lance can feel the anger burning within, sizzling and searing through his veins like explosive fuses networking through his body. The spark that lit the match had been Pidge’s agonised cries and screams, the destruction that shattered through her armour and broke her body in horrible unknown ways. She should never have been there, if they had have just listened to him…

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10312844    Something Just Like This by Sarolonde     40k, Lance/Shiro, AU, 

[19:09] Lance glad my photos were accidentally sent 2 a nice guy like u <3 thank u for not being a creep [19:22] Shiro Uh, you’re welcome. I guess? I don’t know what else I would have even done with the situation. [22:11] Lance u innocent sweet angel unicorn ^_^ g’night kind sir *tips hat* [22:13] Shiro Goodnight, Interesting Stranger.

The wonderful, unexpected consequences of Lance sending partially-nude pictures of himself to a stranger.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10522167    For the World to See by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)    10k, Lance/Shiro, AU, 

In which Lance is a dork for space, Shiro brought Lance's album with him to the ISS, and everyone else in their lives wishes they'd shut up about it for ten damn minutes.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10986474     in love again by Incertitude     10k, Lance/Shiro, power bottom!Lance,

when Lance's half baked prank causes an expected stir Lance is thoroughly pleased but the unexpected outcome is having Shiro inside his room unravelling Lance's buried feelings

or

the fic where Shiro says Keith's name during sex and provokes Lance into taking charge of the situation

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630881    Black to Blue by PuppetMaster55     153k, Lance/Shiro, role swap, universe swap, 

Lance, the undisputed (no longer, since he finally got the team to stop questioning his position like a month ago) leader of Voltron finds himself in the absolute strangest scenario: being the Blue Paladin.

Lance, still finding his place on team Voltron, wakes up to the weirdest world: one where he's the Black Paladin.

OR, I take a universe where Lance was always the Black Paladin and have him swap bodies with canon Lance, throwing both sets of teams for a trip.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11094996    Cradle me in your arms by WHUMPBBY    8k, Lance/Shiro, sex pollen, 

“Shiro, I have an idea.” Hearing the vicious excitement in Lance’s voice, Shiro stopped his slow climb and sighed. “No, Lance, we will not set the tree on fire.” “How did you know?!” He was never quite sure how Lance could pitch his voice into the ‘angry teenager’ register even at the age of twenty. “Because I thought it through ten minutes ago and it’s too humid to light fire.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11986935    assess the situation by redlight    3k, Lance/Shiro, masochism, stuck in a wall, 

Lance is stuck, Shiro tries to help, and hopefully this is all just some weird, perverted dream, 'cause Lance really can't handle this right now.

Voltron NSFW Week, day 5 prompt "tricks and traps."

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11974986    A Helping...Hand? by magisterpavus    13k, Lance/Tentacles, consentacles, h/c, 

“It’s kinda cute,” Lance mused as the plant oozed blue slime all over his hand and wrapped a tiny green tendril around his thumb. “Aww, look!”

“Sure, cute, in a Cthulhu’s spawn sort of way,” Pidge muttered. “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me, Lance.”

“No way,” Lance said, holding the plant to his chest protectively. “I think it likes me.”

(DAY 8: FREE DAY - TENTACLES! )

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/12345033    Keeping the Nightmares Away by MizuLeKitten    20k, Lance/Shiro, cuddling, h/c, PTSD, 

Lance had had the occasional nightmare as a child, who hadn’t honestly, so having them while in space fighting against an alien tyrant hell bent on controlling the whole universe? At least some things were universal. As the nightmares persist, Lance takes to wandering the castle at night, and it appears he’s not the only one. After a chance run in with Shiro the two come to a simple agreement: If they can't sleep alone, why not try sleeping together?

If only things stayed that simple. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/12781515    Power and Control by Bosstoaster Smut (ChaoticReactions)   7k, Hunk/Shiro, dom/sub, collars, praise kink, 

Shiro can't let go of the stress of the day. Hunk might have a solution. 

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Haikyuu!!

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9280169     Routine by someonestolemyshoes     16k, Hinata/Kageyama, AU, porn, cam show, 

Kageyama Tobio has a routine.

Up, shower, dress, breakfast, classes, practice, work, dinner, laptop, show time.

It’s simple, and it works for him. Kageyama has never been all that much interested in socialising—not to say he doesn’t like talking to people, but…honest, for the most part, he’d rather not be doing that—and there is comfort in a system that never changes. No matter what party he is invited to, what club meal or class drink or work social they try to wrangle him into, Kageyama does not cave, because the rest of his routine is waiting for him at home.

And if he’s late, he will miss it.

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Hinata is a well-known cam boy, and Kageyama is his biggest fan.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9375023     Don't Mind, Don't Mind by runswithwolves (ConstantComment)    1k, Hinata/Kageyama,  exhibitionism, public hand jobs, mild dub-con, 

Shouyou has always been aware that Kageyama gets riled up after a win. Very, very aware.

While everyone else is practically knocked out from a match or, you know, four -- the team’s snores and silence palpable on the bus back home -- Shouyou’s heart races and he imagines he could run to Tokyo and back, and maybe after have go at a couple more rounds of spiking drills.

And Kageyama... well.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7972708     Some Other Name by Gemmiel     14k, Hinata/Kageyama, college roommates, pining, misunderstandings, jealousy, 

Hinata and Kageyama are college roommates now, and Kageyama kind of wishes Hinata would call him by his given name every now and then. After all, they've been best friends for three years now, and aren't best friends supposed to call each other by their given names occasionally?

Not that he CARES, or anything. Except he does, sort of...

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7214293     I am what I am by Gilrael     40k, Ennoshita/Tanaka, AU, roomates, slow burn, demi character, 

“Uh, hi. I'm Ennoshita Chikara,” he introduced himself with a shy little smile that made Ryū's heart skip a beat. “Tanaka Ryūnosuke,” he replied mechanically, stepping aside so that Ennoshita-san could enter the flat. “C-come i-in.” --- Chikara moves out, because he has enough of his shitty flatmate. Ryū happens to need a new flatmate.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6198364     campfire in your chest by deanpendragon     74k, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, slow burn, pining, jealousy, UST, 

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he's probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he's at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9147199     The Video by Navybluewings     53k, Hinata/Kageyama, college, masturbation, dirty talk, slow burn, praise kink,

Kageyama Tobio knows that he and his roommate, Hinata Shouyou are low on cash. And he's aware that part of that is might be his fault. So when Hinata comes to their college dorm with the promise of a paycheck, Kageyama almost overlooks the video camera sitting in his spiker's hands. All he has to do is record whatever Hinata plans to do, right? How hard could that be?

Funny how one video could change everything.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11573157   Dragged into Your Pace by nebulia    8k, Hinata/Kageyama, dirty talk, praise kink,

[You’re incredible, Kageyama, Hinata had whispered that afternoon, straddling his waist, elbows on either side of Tobio’s head, and Tobio had gone cold and hot and cold all over, jerking like his strings had been cut. It had been so much. And giving Hinata that much leeway is scary, but Hinata’s also kind of gentle, sometimes. Like he knows how to handle the parts of Tobio that are fragile.]

The working title of this fic was “praise kink tobio,” which...pretty much covers it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11240220    a game we both could win by kagome_angel    7k, Hinata/Kageyama, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, 

If he were a decent guy, he’d pretend this wasn’t happening, but apparently he's not really a decent guy.

It's an accident, initially. But it spirals into something else, and it's incredibly easy to get lost in it.

(It's just a game, right?)

(Of course not.)

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Avatar: The Last Airbender 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/33751    The One Where the Fire Nation Clearly Loses by miarr    4k, Sokka/Zuko, frottage, 

Okay, so there was a little scenario with the guards.

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Yuri!!! on Ice

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8836096     From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions    71k, Otabek/Yuri, slow burn, pining, 

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9135670     all the world's a stage by braveten     112k, Victor/Yuuri, AU, anxiety, 

Everyone has a guilty pleasure.

For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.

(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

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Naruto

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http://archiveofourown.org/series/266068    blood of the covenant series by 100demons    15k, Sakura/Sai, developing relationship, 

Sakura and Sai come home after the war.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5339486    reverse by blackkat    386k, Kurama/Kakashi, time travel, fix-it, slow burn, 

To make a tragedy, you break something beautiful and frame the pieces. To make a victory, you break something mighty and rebuild it piece by piece. To make a life, you glue the pieces together and hope for the best. Kurama's still getting the hang of this ‘human’ thing, but given that he’s 30 years back in time with catastrophes to prevent and a blond brat to save, he’ll have to figure things out on the fly. Luckily, living with Naruto's been good for his ability to improvise, if nothing else.

an absolutely amazing read! masterfully plotted and perfectly balanced between action, character growth and fluff. i barely noticed the length tbh. contains more rare pair ships than the main one, all which i now ship. also, contains character deaths in the previous time line that is referenced often as the MC deals with the grief, but all in all it’s a lot ligther and fluffier than one expects.

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Star Trek 

TOS & AOS

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1179148     We Two Boys Together Clinging by rabidchild67     21k, Kirk/Spock, mission fic, h/c, kid fic, de-aging, 

One day, 9-yr old Jim Kirk wakes up in the middle of nowhere with a big headache and no memory of how he got there. He’s not sure where he is, but it’s definitely not Earth, and there’s not another living soul around. Well, except for this other kid - an actual Vulcan! - who’s annoying at first, but turns out to be pretty useful to have around. Guess it’s time for the adventure of a lifetime he’s always wanted.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1731203    AT THE SAME STARS by spicyshimmy     136k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, slow burn, 

First Officer Spock of the USS Enterprise is part of the away team that discovers the survivors of Tarsus IV. Captain Pike assigns him to the curious case of James Tiberius Kirk, who steals one of Spock's sweaters. 

-There were no sufficient Vulcan poetics to describe the emptiness of the colony as it was found on the morning of stardate 2249.43. The fully-completed residential sector was neither ugly nor beautiful but simply remote; a hollow landscape of metal alloys and sensible architecture, with determined vegetation growing alongside the support beams. They did not flower.- 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1013237    Only Fools by museaway    63k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, h/c, 

Spock has just graduated with highest honors from the Vulcan Science Academy when Nero destroys his planet. Lucky to escape with his life, he is bound for Earth on a rescue ship where he meets a strange fellow traveler: an elder version of himself. Disturbed by his counterpart's experiences in his own timeline, Spock vows never to follow the desires of his human half. But when a man named Jim Kirk comes into Spock's life, he's faced with a struggle to find the balance between Vulcan and human. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1011854    Measure of Happiness by writeonclara    38k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, roommates, slow build, 

When Spock chose Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy, he had not anticipated cohabiting with the most illogical, irrational, emotional human he ever met.

On the flip side, Jim never asked for a Vulcan chaperone, especially one as snotty as Spock, son of Sarek.

A Starfleet Academy AU in which Spock adapts to human life, Jim learns very, very quickly never to play a prank on a Vulcan, and there are far too many people after Jim Kirk's life.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/883469    THE SUM OF BOTH OF US by spicyshimmy     207k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, kid-fic, slow build, 

Jim Kirk is nine when a massacre on Tarsus IV leaves him without a family and without a home. Spock is twelve when a strange boy in the desert saves his sehlat. Families aren't born; they're made. 

-The look in mother’s eyes at his correction remained a mystery long after the colors of the night sky and the complex patterns of distant nebulae had become translatable by means of distinct and relatively straightforward equations. -

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3896413     The prominence of a simple word by Exploding_Space    5k, /Kirk/Spock, pet names, 

Captain Kirk keeps referring to his First Officer as “sweetheart”. He does it when they are in mortal peril, when he is bored, when he wants to be annoying. Neither expects the term of endearment to actually become dear to them.

~ response to the „Hey, sweetheart“ challenge. reposted here from the k/s archive

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9488996     Sha Ka Ree by ThereBeWhalesHere    180k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, slow burn, time travel, pining, bed sharing, 

The year is 2258. Jim Kirk is a Lieutenant on the U.S.S. Farragut, Spock the science officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise. When the ships come together for a priority landing party, these two strangers find themselves fighting against the odds for a chance at life in an alien world, and the only way they'll make it through is by relying on each other.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10607232     Undiscovered Terrain by battybatzgirl     32k, Kirk/Spock, canon-AU, first contact, fluff, 

After an attack on his ship from a Romulan warbird, prince Spock crash lands on a nearby primitive planet, directly into the backyard of one Jim Kirk.

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Boku no Hero Academia 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6589822     Hitsuzen by Methoxyethane    10k, Midoriya/Todoroki, pre-slash, 

He would have ended up falling for Izuku at some point no matter what, he was certain. No matter what path life took him down he'd have still ended up here, not because of anything as elaborate as destiny or fate but instead due to the simple fact of inevitability. Because Izuku was Izuku and Shouto liked just about everything about him, couldn't help but admire him and would always want to be around him, just for who he was.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10020833     the sunshine people by dellsey     12k, Kirishima/Bakugou, AU, 

The shitty red hair, the bright orange tank top with the word ‘Zumba’ written across it in huge bold letters, the goddamn pants and the green sneakers. Talk about a fucking combo. “That’s not a lady,” Bakugou states, squinting at the dude. “That’s Kirishima. He’s the instructor,” Jirou simply replies.   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10551482    downhill by eggstasy    5k, Kirishima/Bakugou, 

Bakugou sleeping in the common areas like it’s no big deal seems to give everyone else permission to be just as bizarre, and little by little Kirishima starts learning things about his classmates he never knew. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11095629     Pure Morning by bigstupidjellyfish     10k, Kirishima/Bakugou, sex pollen, post-series,    

a classic sex pollen fic with a dash of sad excuse of worldbuilding 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11227647    nothing has changed me quite like you by akhikosanada     10k, Midoriya/Todoroki, fluff, pining, 

"Touching someone for the first time, Shouto found out, did not draw electricity or any other romanticized chemical reaction described in books and movies. It did, however, make his chest tighten harder than it ever had before, and as he drew the shape of lightning over Midoriya’s skin, his lips parted on an almost inaudible sigh. Midoriya’s breath caught in his throat, and Shouto wanted to catch it in his own mouth."

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11483757     Shudo by signifying_nothing     4k, Kirishima/Bakugou, 

It was so easy to take someone who acts like Bakugou and write them off as just another overly-aggressive future villain. It was so easy, and that was why Kirishima hadn't done it. He'd refused. Bakugou was loud, and aggressive, and strong, but Kirishima knew bravado when he saw it, he knew what a person looked like when there was nothing on their mind but their pride and their self-esteem.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11286987    i want you to show me by crunchrapsupreme    3k, Kirishima/Bakugou, smut, 

“I already told you, I’m not gonna break, you don’t have to go slow.”

“What if I want to, though?” Kirishima murmurs quietly. “What if I wanna take my time with you?”

Bakugou shivers.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11725113      get tough, straight up by qactus   11k, Kirishima/Bakugou, 

Then again, Kirishima never had this Bakugou Katsuki thing under control—probably everyone's known that, too.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/12886323    Katsuki VS Friendship by downtownfishies    13k, Kirishima/Bakugou, 

Katsuki knew he was an asshole. He just wasn't used to being so bothered by it.

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Marvel

all the franchise 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7396714    Angel of the Morning by iFlail, Jenetica    49k, Peter/Wade, canon-AU, slow burn, deadpool as a warning, 

"Peter sucks in a breath and hides his face with a sip of cocoa. Aunt May repeating his own idea back to him cements it in his mind. Deadpool needs a friend more than anyone else in the world right now, and Peter’s job is to protect people. Even if that means protecting them from themselves.

He’s going to be the best fucking friend Deadpool ever had, even if it kills him. Which it very well might."

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6260548     Damage by dontcareajot    42k, Peter/Wade, h/c, slow burn, 

Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6148600     5 Times Peter was Having Issues (And 1 Time He Wasn't) by VyxenSkye   16k, Peter/Wade, 5+1, 

.... And How Wade Was Involved in Each One

A random '5 times' fic. Peter getting into trouble and Wade being there to get him out of it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4720682     Project Phoenix by TheAvalonian    73k, Bucky/Steve, slow burn, pining, kid fic (kinda), 

“They told me you were enemies,” the girl said blankly. “They told me I had been forged in hatred.”

Neither Bucky nor Steve said anything for a long time. The girl stayed with her hand pressed to the glass, waiting. This time, the question was there, even if she hadn't asked it outright.

Bucky cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from Steve's and pushing down on the handle. “Well, they lied,” he said gruffly, and strode out the door without looking back. (Post-TWS, Steve and Bucky's lives are just starting to resemble some kind of normal when a young Hydra agent shows up in the lobby of the Avengers' Tower, claiming to be their daughter.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3135464     Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby     90k, Peter/Wade, canon-AU, fluff, protective bad guys, 

A really long redemption story.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3903769     Bad Lines by DustToDust     11k, Clint/Pietro, 

It's Tony's fault. Someway, somehow, Clint just knows that the man is behind this new level of annoyance.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4102126     Music to my Ears by astheoceanfalls    13k, Clint/Pietro, deaf character, prank war, 

“This music is awful. You have old man taste.” Pietro looked serious, but his eyes were lit up with mischief.

Clint did splutter this time. “This is it. I’m going to educate you on Real Music.”

Or, the one where Clint flirts with Pietro by forcing classic rock on him, and Pietro has no choice but to retaliate.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9819023    What Pals Do by basilique    4k, Steve/Bucky, pre-serum, 

Bucky's lips are soft, and his breath is hot as he pants against Steve's neck.

“It’s just what pals do…other fellas do it too, they gotta. I bet you there's no fella in the world who hasn't...who hasn't with his best friend. Just…just kiss me, Steve. Don’t worry.”

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Big Hero 6 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3498686    Dirty (when done right) by thehomodabrothers     94k, Hiro/Tadashi, AU, not related, stripper, masturbation, pinning, 

You know the kind of guy who looks like he'd suck your dick, the money out of your wallet and the soul right out of your body?

Yeah. That half-naked waiter over there? He looks like that kind of guy.

(There's a stripper Hiro's having a little trouble staying away from. If his personality is anywhere near as nice as his ass, then Hiro's pretty fucked - and not in the fun way, either.)

starts out pretty damn dirty, but rapidly turns sweet af 

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Teen Wolf

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/629953    Monsters by nightanddaze     10k, Derek/Stiles, dubious consent, possession, 

Two (three) souls walking in the woods, looking for and finding monsters.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4683653     Stepping Off the Razor’s Edge by MissAnnThropic    25k, Stiles/Derek, angst, happy ending, 

After the events of season 3b, the group in Beacon Hills graduate high school and move on with their lives… everyone except Stiles and Derek. Beset by their demons, they decide they need to get away for a while to clear their heads. Cue the road trip.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/507930     taking the bus to chinatown by hito    13k, Stiles/Derek, 

Stiles' home economics teacher forces him to knit mittens. Nobody wants Stiles' mittens, but then Stiles offers them to Derek, and Stiles is pretty sure Derek does these things purely to drive him crazy. What else could it be?

hito writes the most precious Derek

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1647245    Knight of the Night by calrissian18    -1k, Stiles/Jackson, long distance snarkery, 

Jackson grins, chest still heaving. He points at Stiles. “Princess.” Then to himself. “Knight.”

Written for mating_games Challenge 1: Happily Ever After. AND WON FIRST PLACE!

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http://archiveofourown.org/series/103751     Shatterproof series by pyes    90k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, car accidents, pining, injury, recovery, 

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they're in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they're trapped in an overpass collapse.

It's the second time when things really get scary.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3187547    Come Hell or High Water by blacktofade     14k, Stiles/Derek, AU, a/b/o, pining, saliva, 

As an alpha, Derek goes into heat, which means he has to deal with endless amounts of saliva at any given point.

an original take on the, uh, biology of the trope.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1991601    The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob    47k, Stiles/Derek, high school AU, jock!Stiles, pining, 

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3879556     UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo    54k, Stiles/Derek, pining, UST, bed sharing, accidental marriage, telepathic bond, donuts, 

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3575022    Plus One by migratoryslashfan    101k, Stiles/Derek/Scott, Stiles/Peter, polyamory, accidental pregnancy, dub-con, fuck-or-die, underwater sex, graphic injury, traumatic birth, fluff,

Stiles takes a pregnancy test as a joke. It turns up positive.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4248903    Our Skin, Our Bones, Our Silent Poem by staylorpotato    7k, Peter/Stiles, deaf character, fluff, angst, nogitsune fix-it, ASL, 

Peter is a Deaf werewolf. Stiles is a CODA (Child of a Deaf Adult). They’re a kind of unlikely pair. But sometimes things you wouldn’t think of as a good combination, end up turning out to be the perfect combination, you know?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1932642    Reluctant Allies With Benefits by veterization    93k, Peter/Stiles, 

Peter suggests he and Stiles start having no strings attached sex. It's that simple. No, really, it totally is. Stiles will make sure of it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3643614    Prison Break by cywscross    21k, Peter/Stiles, Eichen house, mentions of torture,  

The last time Peter was locked up and abandoned, he went crazy and killed a bunch of people. Stiles can’t understand why anyone would consider it a good idea to repeat history. So he decides to do something about it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2542955    The Trouble with Threesomes and Supernatural Soul Mates by Akira_of_the_Twilight   87k, Peter/Stiles/Chris, canon-AU, polyamory, soulmates, slow burn, 

Peter looked at Stiles from the corner of his blue eyes and smirked. Stiles swore he saw a flash of red Peter’s eyes, but it might of have been his brain’s lack of oxygen making him hallucinate. “I’m looking for my soul mate. Christopher Argent. I believe he volunteered to be taken in for questioning.”

An iron fist clenched Stiles' heart. This man was Argent’s—Christopher’s soul mate?

Stiles stared at the Peter’s wrist, examining every detail of Peter's soul mark. Stiles couldn’t find anything different between his and the blond’s.

Stiles lifted his hand and ghosted his fingers along Peter’s forearm.

It was lightning all over again, and Stiles yanked his hand back, only to have it caught in an unbreakable grip.

Frosty blue eyes burrowed into Stiles', and he couldn’t stop himself from gulping. The smirk on Peter’s lips grew as the corner of his mouth quirked higher, and he drew Stiles’ hand close to his face.

Peter’s nostrils flared slightly as he stared at Stiles’ soul mark. He pulled Stiles forward, pressing soft lips to Stiles wrist.

“Now what would your name be?” Peter purred.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6490537    According to plan by FeelingsDusk    16k, minor Peter/Stiles, time travel, BAMF!Stiles, 

The plan was very simple: go back in time, kill Kate, kill Gerard, never ever make contact with his parents, try to find a place within the Hale pack or not, but either way, live the rest of his life displaced and without the people he loves.

Of course, as it always is with him these days, nothing goes according to plan.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8370943    All My Stars Aligned by Green    21k, Peter/Stiles/Chris, Peter/Chris, AU, a/b/o, alpha/alpha, pining, 

Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.

Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6454288    Don’t Forget to Breathe by cywscross     11k, gen, canon-AU,  kidnapping, codependency, injury, trauma, 

The fire destroys every last reason Peter has to continue living. Stiles gives him a new one.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2521997    This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain't Right by taylorpotato   10k, Peter/Stiles, a/b/o, omega/omega, 

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn't been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he's around an Alpha that's not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he's not one. He's an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4013770    Lucky Penny (Tastes Like Copper on Your Tongue) by pibroch    11k, Peter/Stiles, AU, dark stiles, injury, groping, 

When Peter woke up, he spent a good fifteen or twenty seconds earnestly wishing that whatever had hit him had the courtesy to kill him outright. Because this? This was bullshit.

AKA the time I decided to give Peter all the nice things, but made him get hit by a car first. Like you do.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7233526    Written in Red by gryvon    5k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, soulmates, humour, 

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He's going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/820526     just like the ocean under the moon by rain_of_stars    23k, Peter/Stiles, love potion, dub-con, fluff, 

When they find the alpha pack, Stiles is calling first dibs. Because trying to kill them all is one thing, but making Peter follow him around like a creepy undead puppy is unforgivable.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6273163    Save Me by DiscontentedWinter    39k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, aftermath of rape, torture, attempted suicide, 

Peter is the Alpha. He's nobody's savior. Not his pack's. Not his town's. And not that kid's. But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1601951    Under The Weight Of Living by SatanInACroptop    16k, Peter/Stiles, survivours guilt, 

Stiles is having trouble reconciling with the aftermath of the nogitsune. Namely the notion that if Allison were here, Stiles might well not be. Namely the heart stopping fear of what could happen to those still breathing if the next time he wakes up, someone else is opening his eyes for him. Fortunately, there is at least one soul in Beacon Hills with whom he can relate to. Sometimes a little bit of help can be found in the most unlikely of places, including the domicile of Peter Hale, and sometimes, a little bit of sanctuary is all it takes.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/715949    no moral compass, pointing due north by AuntieClimactic    4k, Peter/Stiles, 

“I certainly didn’t suggest anything untoward,” Peter says, honestly perplexed but hiding it by widening his eyes innocently. “I can’t help it if you overreacted to my natural sexual magnetism.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1158050     betrayed by bones by veterization    25k, Peter/Stiles, love potion/sex pollen,

Stiles stumbles into wolfsbane that forces him to seek out contact from a particular person to stay alive. That person just happens to be Peter. Stiles hates his life sometimes.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/761191    Feet on the Dash by veterization    9k, Peter/Stiles, road trip, 

It's strange, because to the random unknowing passerby they're just two friends, maybe even family members, taking a road trip in the middle of a sweaty, endless June, but Peter's an ex-serial killer werewolf and Stiles is a little puny human who's eating all the chips like Peter won't rip his throat out if he eats the whole bag without sharing. The road trip part, however, is true.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/754957    Trust Fall by Stoney    144k, Derek/Stiles, body swap, h/c, slow burn, 

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. ****

Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.

They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused.

Of course.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1884876     But Then What... by Stoney    24k, Derek/Stiles, AU, High school, 

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2532104    That's How They Deal With Boys Like Me by taylorpotato    12k, Peter/Stiles, genderfluid character, trans character, misgendering, 

Navigating puberty is hard enough on it's own. But on most mornings, Stiles also has to deal with feeling like he woke up in the wrong body. Peter Hale, of all fucking people, is the only one that seems to understand.

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http://archiveofourown.org/series/684416     The Sheep Chronicles by Guede    122k, Derek/Peter/Stiles, Sheriff/Chris Argent, AU, incest, polyamory, sheep, 

After Derek’s nearly seduced by a hunter into betraying his family, his mother thinks it’s a good idea to send him out into the world and learn how not to fall for traps like that. Peter comes along, because Peter likes exploring, and that’s why they decide to explore a haunted mountain.

Stiles lives on that mountain. With his sheep. They’re very tasty-looking, and well, Derek and Peter are werewolves.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/581108    Men of a Certain Age by peroxidepest17    15k, Sheriff/Chris Argent, 

The Sheriff and Chris Argent do their best impression of Scott and Stiles except without the flailing (because they're too old to flail anymore).

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/971281    Concrete by RarePairFairy    8k, Sheriff/Chris Argent, 

Chris Argent does NOT have a man crush.

Except maybe he does, a bit.

There are hostile creatures appearing in inconvenient places around Beacon Hills, and three families - the Argents, the McCalls and the Stilinskis - are resembling a taskforce.

Chris is beginning to realize that he's tired of watching loved ones get hurt. Sheriff Stilinski couldn't care less, because he's been trained how to use a gun and the bad guy's getting away, so on your feet, old man.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11414910     Poacher’s Delight by Guede    7k, Sheriff/Chris Argent, AU, BDSM, 

What’s clear is that Chris has no right to be hunting where he is, and John’s caught him red-handed. But then it gets a little confusing.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4678247     Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf by Guede   19k,Derek/Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, BDSM, dub-con, 

Stiles and his dad work for the U.S. Forest Service, which sends them to Beacon Hills. It’d be nice if Stiles could stop running into the Hales. He’s got bodies to get rid of. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4272609    I'll Walk with Your Wolf by iCheat    33k, Peter/Stiles, body swap, 

When Stiles wakes up in Peter's body, he's understandably freaked out. As Stiles starts connecting with the man's wolf, he can't help but reconsider his opinions of Peter. Needless to say, it's a rather confusing time for all involved.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6147194     Beautician and the Beast by MaroonDragon     18k, Peter/Stiles, AU, 

Peter likes to look good. He sells himself through his looks. So why shouldn't he make sure that he's as handsome as possible when he's shifted? Why would anyone want to have a dry and coarse fur when it's not needed? So he goes to a dog beauty parlour on a regular basis. When Stiles opens up a new shop in town, Peter finds way more than a new place to have his nails trimmed and his hair done. The only problem is, how can he seduce the guy when he's on four paws and believed to be just a very large dog?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8124766    All In A Spin by ShippersList     12k, Peter/Stiles, AU, permanent injury, aphasia, trauma, 

Stiles can't really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn't have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that's what counts. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/969413    Come Out With Your Hands Up High by dedougal    5k, Sheriff/Chris Argent, magic made them do it,

Kidnapping is all too current an occurrence for Sheriff Stilinski nowadays. But spell casting is one bit of the supernatural he hadn't quite got his mind around just yet. Especially when it's directed at him and his partner in kidnapping, Chris Argent. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/983275     Baby It's Warm Inside by RarePairFairy    4k, Sheriff/Chris Argent, smut, 

Chris is a combination of lethal weaponry, bad dad jokes and domesticity. John is a combination of hot, Old Spice and Jack Daniels. On date night, that somehow translates into lethal hotness, old dad jokes and drinking on the couch. Neither man has extensive experience in the sexual side of man love, but both have extensive experience in improvising. And that will do. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4316862    To Catch a Fallen Star by cywscross    7k, Peter/Stiles, AU,

Stiles falls. It is not as great a tragedy as he thought it would be. 

actual star!Stiles 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1110615    Sympathy for the Devil by KouriArashi    72k, Peter/Stiles, canon-AU, child abuse, 

Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there's a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems... 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/633727    Amends by AuntieClimactic    18k, Peter/Stiles, future fic, 

Stiles blinks, “You’ve spent the last twenty years in therapy?”

“I had some emotional issues,” Peter admits.

“That’s… hilarious.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5298617     Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24    50k, Peter/Stiles, AU, bikers, fluff, 

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/597049    Bonds of Power by Miya_Morana    18k, Stiles/Derek, power swap, alpha!stiles, human!derek, 

When Stiles suddenly wakes up as an Alpha werewolf and finds out that Derek has become human, he reluctantly accepts Derek’s pack as his while they attempt to find out what exactly happened and how to reverse it. But as they all try to adjust to the situation, the Alpha Pack is breathing down their neck, and they’re going to need all the help they can get to face that threat.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/826201    Miner For Truth and Delusion by blacktofade     20k, Stiles/Derek, love potion, 

Stiles stumbles across what he thinks is a cult in the preserve and ends up cursed so that everyone wants to get with him. It makes it harder for him to get things back to normal, but luckily there's one person who's unaffected.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/877251     Divided We Stand by KouriArashi    156k, Stiles/Derek, AU, misunderstandings, mystery, 

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/850923    Hard Pressed by pandacowhipster    4k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, voyeurism, 5+1, 

Derek maintains this wouldn't be an issue if Stiles would just learn to knock.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1381153    Roommate Wanted: No Supernatural Creatures Allowed by veterization    38k, Peter/Stiles, roomates, future fic, 

Stiles is in college, living in a pleasant apartment, and absolutely does not need a roommate. He ends up getting one anyway, and as luck would have it, his roommate turns out to be Peter.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8214182    Adult Wolf by KouriArashi    82k, Peter/Sheriff Stilinski, canon-AU, 

As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...

Season one re-telling with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1518449    Binomial Coefficients by DevilDoll     20k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, 

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1204642    Kindred Spirits by Stoney    104k, Stiles/Derek, AU, slow build, pining, homophobia, 

Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf AU. [ You do not have to know AoGG to follow this fic, it would only enhance the reading experience. :D ] Essentially the world of Teen Wolf set in the late 1890s, with themes and some minor character names/places specifically borrowed from Anne's world (and no disrespect meant to LM Montgomery, because I love Anne Shirley to bits and pieces.)

Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5299154    here comes trouble by grimm     105k, Stiles/Derek, AU, a/b/o, past rape, past abuse/slavery, trauma, 

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1124860    What You Can't See by darkmagess    54k, Stiles/Derek, kidnapping, PTSD, torture, 

A new threat comes to Beacon Hills, putting all its supernatural inhabitants in danger. A true alpha and banshee are rare and valuable quarry, but Stiles and Derek are the easiest targets.

do read the short fics linked in the first A/N

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1022356    Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach    76k, Stiles/Derek, AU, kidnapping, captivity, h/c, torture, 

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1491730    Handsome Hobo by relenafanel, Swing Set in December    8k, Stiles/Derek, AU, misunderstandings, humour, 

Derek should probably stop rummaging through garbage if he doesn't want people to assume he's homeless.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/479349     I'm Hunting on the Night (We're Playing for the Fights) by PaddyWack    6k, Stiles/Derek, AU, wolf!Sties, Human!Derek, 

Stiles is the unfortunate wolf that gets into some trouble during his moon cycle. Derek is the hapless hunter that finds him.

Or, the one where Stiles steps in a bear trap and has to be rescued.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/896999    And If I Die Before I Wake by consciousness_streaming    60k, Stiles/Derek, true mates, 

When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn't think it's a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he's going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7946302     These Woods Sigh by blacktofade      80k, Stiles/Derek, friends with benefits, pining, accidental pregnancy, 

Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11640030     Falling In, Not Through by Julibean19    49k, Peter/Stiles, h/c, body horror, wing kink, alcohol abuse, 

“You need to help me,” Stiles says eventually. He’s still in too much pain to move off the floor, but he’s picked up a stray feather, twirling it between two fingers with a look of pure terror on his face. Peter nods immediately, eager and willing to be involved in whatever this is.

Peter’s eyes flick between the feather spinning between Stiles’ fingers and the harsh angle of the bend of his wings above his shoulders. He doesn’t look like any picture of an angel Peter has ever seen. There should be an elegant swooping curve there, neat little rows of white or gold or silver, pointed tips flung far out from Stiles’ body and a halo above his head. If Stiles is an angel, the myths are all wrong.

In which Stiles finds that he has wings and Peter finds that a pack doesn't always need to be made up of wolves.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2027388    Revenge Fake Dating Is Totally A Thing by seraphina_snape    32k, Stiles/Derek, fake dating, slow build, 

Sheriff Stilinski walks in on Stiles and Derek in a compromising position and assumes they're in a relationship even though they were just sneaking around to keep the sheriff out of their supernatural shenanigans. Obviously it's all Derek's fault for being so damn suspicious - at least that's Stiles opinion and the reason why he gives Derek a taste of his own medicine when he invites him over for family dinner at his dad's request.

Only then Derek turns the tables on Stiles and before Stiles knows it, they're fake dating for reasons of revenge, one-upmanship and the preservation of Stiles' relationship with his dad.

No way this can go wrong, right?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/924398    Imperfect Isn't Easy (But It's Us) by RayShippouUchiha    11k, Stiles/Derek+Lydia, voyeurism, possesiveness, 

Derek is so tired of everything being his fault, so tired of always losing. He's also tired of not admitting that he wants to own Stiles in ways he can barely describe.

Or

Derek is far from perfect but maybe that's okay. Maybe in the right company perfect isn't necessary.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/487228     There Ain't No Heaven by blacktofade    4k, Stiles/Derek, masturbation, voyeurism, forced proximity, 

Derek and Stiles are forced to spend the night in a car and Stiles pops an awkward boner.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11066634     I Don't Blame You for Being You (but you can't blame me for hating it) by LadySlytherin    39k, Stiles/Derek, injury, 

Derek hits Stiles with his Camaro - 'Dammit, Stiles, it was an accident!'...'Why don't I believe you?' and hilarity ensues.

this fic contains mpreg, but it’s only a minor plot point and doesn’t actually take place during the actual plot.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7513226     your soul fits where mine feels empty by wishingonalightningbolt    19k, Stiles/Derek, smut, 

He pulls open the door without knocking and gets half a step inside the loft before he notices. Derek—lying on his bed—face down—naked.

-0-

Stiles gets an eyeful. Things go downhill from there.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/612585      Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us by queerly_it_is    12k, Stiles/Derek, bdsm, sub!derek, 

Derek doesn’t get why he likes it so much.

It’s just not -- he hadn’t expected to need this. Not from Stiles. Not from anyone, ever. He doesn’t do this.

Except he does, now. Because it’s for Stiles, and Derek -- fuck, he likes it too.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8179690    I've Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope     61k, Stiles/Derek, theraphy, slow build, 

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?"

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/717364     Brilliant & Ridiculous by maderr    10k, Stiles/Derek, fake dating, 

All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/783841    John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies    48k, Stiles/Derek, AU, high school, slow build, 

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/676633     The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by Omni     9k, Stiles/Derek, fake dating, 

“Ah, yeah, Desiree, I told you I was meeting someone. Well, that someone is Derek. My boyfriend. We’re totally in love.” His heart was racing and Derek was holding him so tight it was difficult to turn enough to face the young woman. What he did see of her had his breath catching on fishhooks in his throat. She was normally a relatively pretty girl, with cute round cheeks and large dark eyes, but in that moment she looked…terrifying. Her cheeks seemed gaunt, her eyes glowing like they were little windows peeking into a deep pit of raging flame.

(Or: Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek's determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It's not really as much of an act as either seems to think.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1183688    i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych  24k, Stiles/Derek, AU, phone sex, praise kink, teacher/student, 

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

"One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn't care."

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1060026     Sense of Home by siny    53k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, angst, hallucinations, 

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/508648    You Saw Me Standing Alone by orphan_account    43k, Stiles/Derek, 

A pack of alpha werewolves is burning a war path through Beacon Hills; Stiles shouldn’t have the luxury of trying to get laid.    

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1168884    What's Up Pinocchio? by Brego_Mellon_Nin    11k, Stiles/Derek, 

Stiles has settled in for a bit of self indulgence, favorite porn uploaded and ready, his recently neglected dick already stirring. For a few minutes he simply watches as the two guys start kissing and touching, but as soon as the bigger guy starts sucking his partner, Stiles groans and grabs for his own erection. Except, when he grabs hold of it, it feels… foreign in his hand. Pulse jumping, he snaps his eyes downward. Then he sputters and flails, nearly tipping over the edge of the mattress. What the everloving fuck?

Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/550277    This Time With Feeling by Crimson1    36k, Stiles/Derek, 

"Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it." In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7451080     Drown Me with Kisses by LadySlytherin    19k, Stiles/Derek, pining, 

When a rusalka in the preserve nearly kills Stiles with a kiss, Stiles is in grave danger any time he’s near a source of water - not just rivers, lakes, and oceans, but pools, bathtubs, the shower, a sink full of water - you put water in it, and it could probably kill Stiles now. Deaton’s advice? Break the rusalka’s magic with a kiss of opposite power - love to beat out death.   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3569615    I Dream of Stiles by runningwithdinosaurs    12k, Stiles/Derek, AU, 

In retrospect, Derek never should have rubbed the lamp.

But Derek did, which is how he got stuck with Stiles, who was truly a terrible genie. He didn’t even do things the way a normal genie was supposed to.

“What do you mean ‘it’s not three wishes’?” Derek bit out, glaring at Stiles, who was perched on the end of his couch. Literally perched. Like crouched on his tip toes.

“I don’t really know how to make it clearer,” Stiles said, long fingers twisting in the bright red hoodie he was wearing. “Is English not your first language? No son tres deseos. Ce ne est pas trois souhaits. To nie trzy życzenia.”

(Or the one where Stiles is a genie and Derek lives broken and alone in New York until a certain mole-covered immortal teenager LITERALLY pops into his life.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/751941    Graceless by AsexualDerek (Cammerel)     22k, Stiles/Derek, straight men having gay sex, 

Stiles doesn't ask for much in return, but a 'please' would be nice.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3097259    Run To You by Emela    31k, Stiles/Derek, feral!derek, h/c,

A witch casts a spell, turning Derek feral and leaving him the equivalent of a frightened puppy. Stiles is the only one he trusts to protect him and of course, Stiles is only too happy to help. (Which has nothing to do with all these feelings he's suddenly having, okay? Derek's just a really cute werewolf puppy.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1783486    Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass    30k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, accidental bonding, 

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

or

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did... 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4035982    You'll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite    11k, Stiles/Derek, implied mpreg, 

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/696562     Invited Inside by blacktofade    14k, Stiles/Derek, biting, bloodplay,  

Of all the things to finally bite him, a vampire is truly at the bottom of Stiles’ list.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7806307    Hot Pocket Ratio by ShippersList    12k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, incubus, 

At the threat of the alpha pack, all Derek wants is to keep his pack safe and alive. As the last resort, he tries summoning a demon to help with fighting the alpha pack. He gets a bit more than he bargained for.

Or, the story where the classic demon deal of "Will you pledge your firstborn to me?" takes some unexpected turns.  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/761973    Cosomination by zoemathemata    11k, Stiles/Derek, 5+1, pining, bed sharing, 

For Fictional Force/Hoktauri who prompted “pining! Derek/oblivious! Stiles, graduation day”

Cosominate - To sleep together in the same bed or similar space.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Sleep Together - 4 platonic bed shares and one not-platonic bed share! Features Pining! Derek, Oblivious!Stiles and a very tense moment where Sheriff Stilinski has been hurt! But it all turns out okay. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8016247    Between Dogs and Wolves by artemis69    25k, Stiles/Derek, AU, mafia, violence. pining, 

"This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.

“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.”

Or

The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3992896     Wolf in the House by JoeLawson     33k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek, 

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1727696    Just the Same by ericaismeg    68k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, highschool, pining, 

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There's just no way Derek Hale is human. *** “I was wondering if you're even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it's ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It's unfair for us. I mean, it's obvious you work out, and I don't, so that could be why, but like...I was just wondering if you were human, that's all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can't threaten him with shit.  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1162093    Lie Down with Dogs by uraneia    3k, Stiles/Derek, slightly subby!derek, aftercare, wolf!derek,

Stiles gives Derek a flea bath. Then things get weird.

*

“Is this a joke?” Stiles says when Derek hands him the bottle. It has to be a joke, right? This is just more evidence of Derek’s redeveloping sense of humor. Ha-ha. He’s hilarious.

“Does it look like I’m joking,” Mr. Murder Eyebrows himself says flatly.

Fuck, he’s not joking.

Stiles turns the bottle over in his hands. No matter how many times he reads it, it still says Flea Treatment Shampoo for Dogs. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1251133    Under The Wolf, Under The Dog by Narcissistic_Ninny    5k, Stiles/Derek, wolf!derek, 

“So, uh, I noticed you’re commando most days. Is that because you have to transform, or cause you just don’t-”

“Oh my god,” he said. “I’m not having this conversation with you.” 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/962660    The Scent of an Oncoming Storm by accol    13k, Stiles/Derek, scent marking, watersports, 

In the weeks after Derek becomes alpha, he and Stiles form a reluctant team   

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/723433    I Ran (So Far) by thepsychicclam    33k, Derek/Stiles,

“But, you don’t run,” Derek pointed out, confused.

 “People can get new hobbies,” Stiles snapped. “Geez, if I’d known it was going to be this big of a deal, I’d have called you first. Want me to give you my workout schedule? That way you can coordinate your nose accordingly?”

In which Stiles' summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/467550    The Life of Stiles by rispacooper   14k, Stiles/Derek, scent marking, 

First Stiles is in denial, then he is just confused.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5640295    As Cryptic as the Moon by Formaldehyde_Eyes    30k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, scent marking, psychic powers, 

“So,” Stiles started, everything about him unsure with how to explain it. “I sometimes have these dreams. About wolves.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10374501    It's Platonic Until It's Not by hbunting1403     16k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, scent marking, 

Yes, Scott and Stiles sleep in the same bed. Stiles would rather cut off both of his hands than touch Scott sexually, but he’s no stranger to showing affection, and they cuddle on a pretty regular basis. Their relationship is, in Stiles’ eyes, normal and healthy and exactly what they both need. Then Scott meets Alison, and they fall in love over a fucking pen (which is sickly sweet but so Scott), and Stiles suddenly has a lot more time on his hands.

Cue pottery classes, stargazing, a new friendship, and a lot of (totally platonic) fantasizing.

Even if Derek is hotter than the sun.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/446553     Flipped and Awkwardly Reversed by harlequin421    13k, Stiles/Derek, h/c, 

Scott getting bitten by a werewolf didn’t only change his life; it brought a sourpuss of a creeper werewolf into Stiles life who doesn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space or that windows aren’t doors, or you know, manners.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4620849    Proprietary by Osidiano    8k, Scott/Stiles, scent marking, praise kink, facials, 

Written for the TWKM: Stiles needs to smell like he's having sex with Scott because SERIOUS REASONS and they decide that a facial is the least awkward way to accomplish that, except they're both way more into it than they expected and things keep escalating. Like, Scott has no idea how this got from 'werewolf-awkwardly-masturbating-several-feet-away' to Stiles telling him, "Maybe. . . Maybe you should rub your dick against my face a little. You know. To make sure I smell believable."

". . .Yeah," Scott pants. "Yeah, that makes sense." 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/751583    The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis)    116k, Stiles/Derek, canon-AU, slow build, 

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/1035300    Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes    29k, Stiles/Derek, canon- AU, scent marking, frottage, 

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2141295    What the Body Grasps Not by sexyvanillatiger    21k, Jackson/Stiles, pre-canon, 

Fulfillment of this prompt from the Teen Wolf Throwback Fest:

"So I have this headcanon that the reason Jackson and Stiles don't get along is because Jackson adored Claudia Stilinski. She was the children's librarian or volunteered at their school a lot, maybe watched Jackson after school, whatever, but she spent a lot of time around the kids, maybe helped Jackson overcome some reading issues, talked to him, listened to him in a way his mother didn't and so Jackson grew attached to her and jealous of Stiles, who always seemed to be acting up and giving her a hard time (pre-medicated ADHD) and Jackson was convinced Stiles didn't deserve her. Then she died. So Jackson doesn't know how to deal with that and Stiles is barely coping and maybe words are said which leads to years of actual, seething hatred, culminating in hate sex. Lots of hate sex. That. Keeps. Happening."  

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/625632     Goldilocks by tourdefierce    11k, Stiles/Derek, bed sharing, 

It may be the wrong fairytale to fit their odd world, but Derek was most definitely Goldilocks, and somehow, Stiles' bed was juuuuuust right.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9641306     Without You by fearfrost1211    4k, Stiles/Derek, touch starved, frottage, first time, 

Half a choked laugh boils up out of him. He had sex with Derek Hale.

Sex. With Derek.

He's never going to be able to shower in the locker room again.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/3904933    Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter     61k, Stiles/Derek, AU, fluff, 

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises. 

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Star Wars

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5638204    step out into the sun by plutos    71k, Poe/Finn, slow burn, fake relationship, accidental marriage, pining, fluff, 

“I gotta talk to you, buddy, real quick,” Poe says lowly, and grabs Finn’s hand to haul him back out of the mess hall. His pilot friends cheer loudly, Karé yelling something about keeping it decent, and Finn barely has a second to process it before Poe’s yanking him away and into a deserted side corridor.

“I can explain,” he says quickly, running his spare hand through his hair.

“Well good,” Finn snaps hotly, “Because I’ve had a really fucking weird day.” _____________________________

Otherwise known as: Finn Is An Oblivious Numbskull, or: the one where Finn gets a name, a jacket, a droid, and a marriage out of nowhere in only a few short weeks.

the softest fic

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5926144    tell me about the big bang by thebrotherswinchester    37k, Poe/Finn, slow burn, pining, angst, 

There is a part of him that says: you are not human.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5798602     have you heard by peradi    42k, gen, side ships, revolution, propaganda, redemption, 

"I heard FN-2187 was a Stormtrooper."

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Finn sparks a revolution.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5619475    my own secret ceremonials. by ameliorates    3k, Finn/Rey/Poe, UST, mutual masturbation, 

the mathematics are simple. the reality is a hot, sticky delirium. -- poe struggles with frustrated longing.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5753218    BB-Gate by ignitesthestars, nymja     5k, Jessika Pava/Rey, 

Jessika and Rey attempt to solve one of the galaxy's greatest mysteries: was BB-8 giving a thumb's up or the middle finger?

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/8763691    Horrible and Terrible and Good All At Once by Mellow_Yellow    72k, Credence/Graves, arranged marriage, 

Graves was a lead Auror, and as such prided himself on his ability to stay calm in a crisis, to keep his head, to remain even-keeled and articulate no matter the situation. So no one was more surprised than he was when he opened his mouth and heard himself blurting out, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I would like to purchase your son.”

Seemingly without hesitation, and before Mary Lou had the chance to respond, Credence burst forth with his own, “Yes, sir, you may have me.”

Then they both fell silent, equally shocked at their words. Merlin’s balls. Somewhere upstate, Graves was sure his father had just burst into laughter and had no idea why.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9136114    Roche Limit by Rrrowr    19k, Credence/Graves, a/b/o, 

Thirty years, Graves has managed to hide this, smothering the very base notes of his scent with suppressants while keeping intact the identifying markers — chocolate, blood orange, and ash. Thirty years, he's managed to kill every instinct he has to bare his throat when challenged, funneling his nurturing instincts into a desire to protect, widening his idea of family to include all of wizardkind. For thirty years, he spent his heats doubling up on potions and taking sick days when that wasn't enough.

Thirty years spent facing that challenge, and now — all of it threatened by the fact that he wanted, for just one night, to be himself.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9095290    the king of oak bysaltpans    38k, Credence/Graves, recovery, slow burn, fae, 

The first thing Percival Graves does after being released back into the world is buy a new wand. He's at Greymalkin's for ten minutes and the only wand that works for him is raw aspen, whiter than bone and so rough that Graves gives himself a splinter conjuring a storm of birds. The wand—dragon heartstring, a most unusual wand for an American wizard, according to a flustered Greymalkin—feels wild, and Graves empties half his wallet on the counter and keeps his hand on his new wand all the way home.

The second thing he does is quit his job, because honestly.

("Grindelwald did his research before he put on your face," Seraphina says reasonably. "And it's not like you're open with your personal life. He has us all fooled."

"He wore scorpion stickpins!" Graves shoots back, somewhat less reasonably.

Seraphina looks at Graves, his pressed creases, his immaculate shirt, the red ruby cufflinks he's wearing to hide the starved brittleness of his wrists. "I'm sorry," she says. It is not enough to make him stay.)

The third thing he does is get jumped by Credence Barebone in an alley.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9904355     Nothing Shall be Impossible by terriblelifechoices    61k, Credence/Graves, dub-con, forced pregnancy, prison, protectiveness, fluff,

Inspired by a prompt on the kinkmeme:

Grindelwald figures Credence is too old and damaged to be useful, but his genes are clearly strong. Graves' genes are pretty awesome too with wandless magic and whatnot. So he decides to make them do it and train their offspring as perfectly loyal soldiers.

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“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Graves asked.

Grindelwald sighed, as if he found Graves’ questions tedious. “I told you,” he said. “I’ve Seen your child. Together, the two of you will produce a wizard so powerful that the armies of the world will tremble before him. He will be the first and most honored among my generals, and together we will usher in a new era of peace and prosperity for wizard-kind.”

“You know,” Graves said, conversational. “When I asked you if you were out of your goddamn mind, the short answer would have been to just say yes.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9157615    your need grows teeth by alamorn    10k, Credence/Graves, 

There is something that Credence never told Mr. Graves. The man he thought was Mr. Graves. The man who cupped his skull and slapped his face.

Some of the wounds he healed for Credence were not from Mary Lou. Whenever he woke from lost time, he would find deep gashes around his fault lines, like a cheap toy put poorly together. He did not tell Mr. Graves that he did not know how he got them, just allowed him to smooth them away.

Note: this does not contain self harm.

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Harry Potter   

(also, The Cursed Child) 

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http://archiveofourown.org/series/583285     Alone series by mischiefmanager    3k, Albus Severus/Scorpius, masturbation, 

Albus is an angst-monster who is in love with his best friend and it is absolutely tearing him apart.

Scorpius is a cinnamon roll who is in love with his best friend and it's...well, maybe a bit lonely but mostly overall it's pretty brilliant!

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7331278    Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi    93k, Harry/Draco, canon-AU, pining, 

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.    

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/6239806     Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi    57k, Harry/Draco, post-hogwarts, pining, 

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

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Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/247621    Detente by entanglednow     3k, Dr.Horrible/Captain Hammer, 

"I'm your nemesis, you're not supposed to be having sex dreams about me, what would your psychiatrist say?"

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/138889     Echoes in a Lonely World by etothepii     8k, Dr. Horrible/Captain Hammer, empathy bond, 

Dr. Horrible carries his device (it doesn’t have a name yet, but he’s been mentally referring to it as "That Empathy Thing") with him on heists for a week and a half before Captain Hammer finally shows up. Not nearly as serious as the title suggests.

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Dream Daddy: a Dad Dating Simulator

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11613825    An Intervention by Tenebrosa    2k, Craig/Robert, praise kink, 

Craig needs to loosen the fuck up and damn if Robert isn't the King of Relaxation. How he does it might be a little...unorthodox, but really, who's gonna judge them all the way out here?

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11652366    I'm Selfish, I'm Obscene by passionfruits    7k, Joseph/Robert, 

A collection of Roseph intimacy. A bittersweet treatise on the unholy trinity of Joseph, Robert, and Mary.

AKA how much kink, fluff, and angst can I shove in one messy PWP dump? If you haven't read covet yet, I recommend doing that first. It's a good prequel.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11688816    Whatever's Written in Your Heart by captaincharming    16k, Joseph/Robert, infidelity, 

“Hey,” Robert says again, turning Joseph’s face back to his. “Look at me. You think Mary don’t already think this is happening? She’s been asking me for years if I’m screwing her husband yet.”

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Lucifer

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9329171    Worthy and Forgiven by Erya    31k, Lucifer/Dan, friendship, 

In which Dan accidentally winds up in a confused sort of maybe friendship with the Devil himself, through absolutely no fault of his own.

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Stranger Things 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/7662067    Have Happened by cortexikid    43k, Jonathan/Steve/Nancy, slow burn, 

"I overheard you. You were talking in your sleep.”

Steve's heart fluttered nervously.

“It was a little funny at first,” Nancy admitted, her tone a mix of teasing and apologetic, “you were moaning my name and I thought it’d be kinda funny if Mike accidentally overheard you having a sex dream about his sister—”

Steve couldn’t control the guffaw that escaped him.

“But then you said Jonathan’s name. Right after mine. All in the same breath.”

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Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11917929    the destiny of human handwriting by cosmicocean, princessparadox   53k, Todd/Dirk, soulmates, 

Even from a young age, he isn’t a romantic. It’s around third grade that kids start writing to their Match, eight year olds asking questions about their name, where they’re from, what they like, who they are. Todd doesn’t. He’s not really into the idea of Matches, even if it’s something he can’t change. People fall in love with people. If he falls in love, he’s not going to fall in love with someone who he knows only from ink on his arms that he didn’t put there.

Whoever his Match is, however, does not feel the same way. His left arm (so he must be right handed) is covered with doodles. Crude flowers drawn with what looks like ballpoint pens, so lots of skipping and gaps in the lines. Sometimes the outlines of hearts that look like fountain pens, but are smudged quickly, the ink running too hard.

Soulmate AU where anything you write on your arm appears visible on your soulmate's. Written for the Dirk Gently Big Bang 2017.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630893    Electric Ghost Rhino by Lavellington    8k, Todd/Dirk, pre-slash, bed sharing, 

Dirk and Todd are not co-dependent, exactly. They've just had a rough couple of weeks. 

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9619238   Delete Me, Repeat Me, Let's Try This Again by coloursflyaway    6k, Todd/Dirk, pining, 

Dirk is in love with Todd, that much is clear. The question is what Todd intends to do with that information.

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#notdead recs #fic rec #rec list

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Don’t Want it Troubling Your Mind [bfu fic] -chapter 2

Don’t Want it Troubling Your Mind Fandom: buzzfeed unsolved Pairing: Shane Madej/Ryan Bergara; Shane Madej & Ryan Bergara Summary: Shane Madej really liked Ryan Bergara. He was funny, a joy to mess with, and took his brand of teasing pretty well. He would consider him a friend, kind of. But when the team goes to investigate the Franklin Castle for ghosts, Shane gets more than he bargained for, and the results could cost him his friendship with Ryan. Rating: teen Warnings: Demonic Possession, Existential Crisis, Complicated Relationships Authors note: This is a repost from Archive for people who don’t like Archive/prefer tumblr/etc. sup guys.

When Shane woke, it was to gentle light filtering through the dirty windows, illuminating dust particles in the air and giving the entire room an ethereal feeling. In the quiet morning, Shane turned over in his sleeping bag so he could face towards Ryan, mostly to see if the other man was awake.

Ryan was curled up in his sleeping bag, his hair sticking up in odd directions, his mouth slightly open in a silent snore. Honestly, Shane thought it was kind of cute. Ryan no doubt exhausted himself yesterday, if not physically, then mentally. Sometimes he didn’t understand why the man would put himself through this kind of stress if he was so afraid of it. It couldn’t possibly be good for your health.

Shane rolled back over, hoping to get a few more winks of sleep before the others woke and started packing it up.

“Hello,” a whispery voice greeted. Shane’s eyes went wide. Was someone… talking to him? He bolted into a sitting position, looking around frantically. The cameramen had gone to sleep in the car this time, so it was just him and Ryan in the house. No one was in the room with them.

“Hello,” it came again, and now he could tell that the voice was coming from inside his own head. “What is your name?”

Shane glanced over at Ryan, just to be sure this wasn’t some kind of elaborate prank for all the times he teased the man, or something else easily explainable. When no one jumped out at him shouting prank’d!, he furrowed his brow in worry.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me, I know who you are, Shane,” the voice said. Whoever it was, their voice was deep, and smooth. Textured like honey, dark and thick. He couldn’t tell if it was malignant or not. At least not yet. “Shane Madej. It’s a nice name, rolls right off the tongue.”

‘Who are you?’ Shane finally replied in his head. Maybe this was all just a weird dream, and if he played along, then it would end faster. Even though that wouldn’t make much sense, a man could hope.

“My name is Anael.” It said. “A long time ago, I was summoned to the basement of this place. I’ve been here ever since.”

Shane let that information sink in. He recalled the image of the carving in his mind.

“Ah yes, that is my sigil,” Anael said, responding to the thought like Shane had handed it a photograph. “Those who summoned me had not realized that I would actually arrive. Much like yourself, they also did not truly believe in the dimensions beyond. It was quite a shock for them to witness me.”

‘Wait, so what are you exactly?’ Shane asked, laying back down in his sleeping bag. ‘And why can only I hear you? Wouldn’t you have more fun freaking out my buddy over there?’

“Ah, you mean Ryan Bergara?” Anael said, without hesitation. “Well, you see, I’m a demon. I’ve lived for hundreds of thousands of years and scaring people who are easily scared… it can be fun for a little while, but it gets repetitive. I can probably guess what your friend would do if I spoke to him. His kind of character isn’t so special anymore.”

‘But I’m somehow special?’ Shane asked. He was honestly curious now. If this was a dream, it was very elaborate. He wondered if he should invest in a dream journal. ‘I don’t think I’m much different than Ryan. I have irrational fears just like him.’

“Ah, you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” Anael said. “You don’t believe that I’m real, even as we converse right now. You think I’m just a product of your exhausted mind. I can assure you, I am not a figment of your imagination.”

‘Sounds like something a figment of my imagination would say.’ Shane though, humorously. Though, as he heard the demon sigh, he also felt himself repeat the action. He put a hand on his chest, and concentrated on his breathing for a few moments. Did he just sigh? Did the demon make him sigh at his own joke?

“Do you believe me now?” Anael asked. There was a ring of confidence in its tone, as if it had already won him over. Shane rolled his eyes.

‘Like that, something that could have easily just been a coincidence, could prove that you’re real.’ Shane scoffed. ‘Also, one of my rules is that it can’t be something only I experience. What if you’re just a crazy delusion my mind conjured up? I haven’t been sleeping that well recently, maybe that’s it.’

After he said this, the voice mysteriously stopped. He looked over to the window, and saw that it was getting brighter and brighter outside. He checked his phone. 6:20 am. Maybe he should wake Ryan. He turned over to look at his friend once again, but Ryan had flipped over in his sleep and wasn’t facing him anymore. Wow, now he couldn’t even make fun of Ryan’s sleeping face.

He closed his eyes, and drifted off.

When he awoke once again, it was to his shoulder being shaken.

“C’mon Shane. Wakey, wakey. Let’s go!” Ryan said. He grinned down at Shane, dressed and ready to leave. Shane blinked sleepily.

“What time is it?” he asked. His hand stretched out in blind search of his phone.

“It’s 7:30! C’mon, we gotta film the outro.” Ryan insisted. “Oh, I heard there was a really good breakfast place nearby, you like waffles, right?”

They filmed the outro, packed everything up, and all got into the car. They stopped at a breakfast place and all crammed into a booth. After a few cups of coffee, the dead feeling seemed to lift off of Shane, and he finally felt more awake.

“What did you think of the house?” One of the camera guys, Steve, said. “I thought it was freaky.”

“Oh yeah,” said the other camera guy, David. “Imagine living there.”

Ryan scratched the side of his head nervously. “It was really freaky there. I’m glad we’re finally out.” He paused, his eyes downcast. “I felt some really weird stuff in there. Like someone was always watching me. No matter where I was in the house.”

“Maybe you’re just paranoid,” Shane said, a small smile on his face. He sipped his coffee and Ryan glared at him, but his eyes held no heat. “Actually, I did actually feel a little freaked out there, too. Especially in the basement.”

Shane considered sharing his story about being visited by a demon, but backtracked and decided that some things are better left to himself. If the demon truly was just a dream, then maybe it wasn’t even worth mentioning. Although, he has got to admit, he’s never been able to recall a dream as vividly as this. It was almost like a demon had actually spoken to him.

How crazy would that have been?

“Is that why you acted so freaked out down there?” Ryan asked. He acted chill, but Shane could tell he was still seriously concerned about what happened. Shane didn’t have a reputation for taking mental health days, so if it wasn’t ghosts, it could easily be stress.

“Yeah, just all around bad vibes down there,” Shane said. “Or maybe I ate something that didn't agree with me.”

“Yeah, cause food sickness makes you stand completely still and creepily stare at your hands.” Ryan agreed sarcastically.

“Hey, no one really knows what’s in those Egg McMuffins.” Shane joked. The group laughed together, but he could tell that Ryan still hadn’t completely let it go.

After breakfast, Shane and Ryan met back at the office. They discussed where to go next, and who was gonna pick the questions to answer about the newest episode.

Shane enjoyed these moments. Just chatting about their plans, no cameras around to tell them how to act. Don’t get it wrong, Shane loved acting and thought all the projects he did at Buzzfeed were fun and interesting. No doubt he loved his job, but he also loved just existing. Like everyone, he got a little stressed being on set for an extended period.

“Want to watch a movie at my place later? We can make popcorn.” Ryan suggested.

“Heck yeah, dude.” Shane said. “What we watchin’?”

“I dunno yet, but I heard about this one show...” Ryan continued talking, Shane eagerly listening. They made some quick notes about their next episode, before leaving the office behind.

“See you around six?” Ryan asked and they walked together into the parking lot.

“Yeah sure.” Shane agreed, clapping a hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “Should I bring drinks?”

Ryan nodded, fishing in his pocket for his car keys. He pulled them out of his pocket, but as he did it, his wallet fell out onto the ground.

“I got it,” Shane and Ryan said together, and reached down to grab it at the same time. Shane’s hand ended up on the wallet, Ryan’s hand on top of Shane’s. They awkwardly pulled away after, each avoiding the others gaze in embarrassment.

“Uhhh, haha, here ya go,” Shane said, handing over the wallet.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” Ryan said, scratching behind his ear.

“So... see you at six?” Shane asked, just in case Ryan had changed his mind.

“Y-yeah.” Ryan said. “Of course.”

“See you then.”

“See you.”

They parted ways and each got in their own cars. As soon as Shane found himself in his car, he gave a deep sigh. It had been a long day, anyone would be embarrassed by that, right?

“Well, I would be embarrassed too if I accidentally grabbed someone’s hand.” A voice said. “It does tend to get awkward, especially if it was unexpected.”

Shane nearly bolted from his car at the unexpected noise. Looking frantically around, there was no one else there but him. He gripped his steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

Maybe he really was exhausted. Maybe the shoot messed up his sleep cycles. Maybe he needed to take a nap before going to Ryan’s tonight.

“Did you already forget about me?” The voice said, sounding a little pompous now. “Or did you think I would stay in the house? Thought you could just get rid of me?”

Shane bit down on his lip hard enough for it to hurt. He started the engine of his car.

‘It’s not real. It’s not real.’ Shane said to himself. ‘Just ignore it. Just ignore the voice. You’re not crazy.’

“I’m right here, Shane.” The voice said again, but this time it was clearer. He felt a presence in the passenger seat, and quickly turned to face it. In the passenger’s seat was a shadowy figure. It seemed to take the basic shape of a human, though parts of it moved like a living shadow or a massive swarm of bees. Its face was masculine, when it was visible. A pair of piercing yellow eyes were distinguishable from the rest.

Shane suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time again. He wanted to open his car door and run away screaming, but he swallowed that fear and stood his ground.

“Oh god, who the fuck are you?” He managed to croak. “Or what the fuck? I don’t fucking know.”

“Anael, don’t you remember, boy?” It said. It was the same voice from his dream. He wasn't still dreaming, was he? Or maybe he’d fallen asleep again at some point?

“You are not real,” Shane said. “I am just hallucinating right now, because I need more sleep.”

“You know that you can only lie to yourself for so long.” Anael said. “I’m still going to be here.”

Shane sighed and clenched his teeth. “Why me?” He muttered. “Because I’m the skeptic, right? I’m that one woman who can sing really well in Elf that needs to be convinced that Santa’s real?”

The demon apparently had no sense of humor, because it didn’t laugh. Shane was mildly offended. His jokes were funny, damnit. Where was Ryan when he needed him?

“Ryan’s probably almost home by now,” Anael said, having read his thoughts. “Why didn’t you just go over with him?”

“Are you seriously just here to judge me on my plans with my friends?” Shane asked, exacerbated. He buckled his seat belt and started driving.

“No, of course not,” Anael said. “But since you love hanging out with him, then why not go home with him?”

Shane was silent for a second. A whole second. The longest second of his life, actually. He considered what the demon had said. Really thought about it.

“So, what kind of demon are you again?” Shane asked. “I don’t know shit about demons. I’m just curious.”

Anael was curiously quietly. Shane came to a red light, and took the opportunity to look to the passenger’s seat. The demon was more human than before, taking on the shape of a man probably around his age. Shane could just make out the edge of his jaw, the dark curve of his lips, and the column of his neck.

“I am Anael, demon of lust and longing.” Anael said finally. Shane looked back to the road in time for the light to turn green. He felt the atmosphere in the car change.

“Lust demon, eh?” He laughed. It was a nervous, cautious thing. “Tryin’ to set me up with Ryan, then?”

“Clever, boy,” Anael admitted. “I feed on sexual energy and feelings.”

Shane coughed. He wasn't sure what to say, so he just settled for blushing lightly in embarrassment.

“You know you’re not supposed to tell me your plan if you want it to work, right?” Shane said. Or maybe that was wishes on shooting stars? “Also, you’re basically shit outta luck, buddy. I don’t have those kinds of feelings for Ryan.”

The demon grinned then, impossibly, within the smoky abyss of its face. It teeth were clear as day. Sharp, gleaming menacingly.

“If you recall, I did say I was a demon of lust.” Its voice was gravelly now. It made Shane’s blood go cold. “Humans are so easy to manipulate. Everyone wants something. It’s as natural a batting your eyes, the way humans crave things. We’ll see who wants what in time.”

And with that, Anael was gone. Although, he could tell it wasn't truly gone. It wasn’t ever truly gone. Anael was watching, waiting- Shane shivered at the thought. Did it really want to force Ryan and him to—

Why him? Why couldn’t it attach itself to any other person. He bet there were plenty of people who wouldn't mind a demon watching them while they got frisky with their actual partner. It was probably some kind of kink, even. Maybe he could look it up later and let the demon know.

Like sure, Ryan was cute, he’ll give him that. With his nice laugh and casual fashion and small stature. Shane also thought puppies were cute, but he didn't want to fuck any puppies.

Although, he could see where the demon was coming from. Maybe he was one of those fuck boys who thought that Shane was just “hiding” his true nature or that he needed to be “fixed”. He remembered when he told his mother that he was taking a break from dating. He had meant to explain that it was too exhausting for him. He wasn't the most empathetic person, and dating involved a level of dedication that he couldn’t put in at the moment. In her head his mother heard, however, that her son was giving up on love altogether. And she just frowned sadly, patted his shoulder, and told him that he’d ‘find someone eventually’. It was tiring, to say the least, to say something and have people interpret it as something else. Why couldn’t people just take his word for it?

Shane just didn’t feel the need to date like other people. Dating, hook-ups, what have you, he didn’t want any of it. Just a job, a place, some friends. Was that really so hard to understand?

It wasn't long after that, that he pulled into his apartment building lot. His phone buzzed. Stepping out of the car, he checked it to find a text.

Ryan: Documentary on aliens or Bigfoot?

Shane walked up to the apartment building and up to the elevator. He texted back while waiting.

Shane: what about that one Scooby Doo movie? You know, the weird live action one?

He got in the elevator. Someone was in there, but they didn't get out. Which was weird, because they didn’t have a basement, and who would ride to the bottom to just go back up? Shane nodded at them anyways in greeting. They stared blankly ahead, not even bothering to acknowledge him. How rude.

He shook it off though, and pressed the button for his floor.

“Floor?” He asked. The person remained mute. After an awkward moment of silence, he let the question drop. Maybe they were on the same floor as him.

His phone buzzed.

Ryan: lol but we already watched that.

The elevator dinged as it moved past each floor. He refused to look back at the weirdo again. His heart sped up a little in his chest. He thought about the murder mystery they went over about the guy getting tortured to death in a hotel. His apartment complex wasn’t a hotel, but still.

Shane: what about mothman? There a documentary on that guy?

The doors opened at his floor, and as he stepped into the hall, he looked back.

No one was there.

Shane scrambled for his phone and hurried to his room.

Shane: Ryan can I come over sooner than we planned?

He unlocked his door and went in, slamming it shut and utilizing every lock. The rational part of his brain screamed that a locked door won’t keep out the devil.

He crossed through his messy living room and into his bedroom. Without thinking, he threw a pair of clothes into a duffel bag with some other things and zipped it up. Tossing it over his shoulder, he received another text. It was from an unknown number.

???: do not leave do not lea v do no tleav e do

Shane shoved his phone into his pocket and practically ran from his apartment. Ditching the elevator, he went down the steps as fast as he could and dashed out to his car. A chill ran up his spine as he tossed his bag in the passenger’s seat. Once he was behind the wheel, he looked forward through his windshield and saw the person from the elevator standing near the front door.

His heart pounded as he pealed out of the lot. His phone went off a few times. He ignored it.

He was in the driveway of Ryan’s townhouse before he knew it. After he killed the engine, he simply took a moment and sat there. His heart was beating a mile a minute against his chest. He was scared for his life. He felt like he was about to puke.

He checked his phone.

Ryan: Ohh, mothman? He’s just cryptic, evil batman.

Ryan: Yeah sure, man. Something wrong?

Ryan: Shane?

Ryan: ???

Shane figured he might as well just go up and knock. Why text him when he was sitting in the man’s driveway. A hot coal sat in his stomach. A tight, heavy coil of fear and nerves. He opened the car door, grabbed his bag, and stepped out.

Before he could make it to the door, however, it opened for him. Ryan stood in his way, a surprised look on his face. It quickly turned to worry, however, especially when he noticed the duffle bag at Shane’s side.

“Dude, what happened?” He asked. He crossed his arms. Shane could still feel his body vibrating from fear and adrenaline. He closed his eyes for a long moment, drew in a sigh, and let it out slow.

“The last place we went to...” he hesitated. He didn’t want to freak out Ryan. He wouldn’t wish this feeling on his worst enemy. “It sort of freaked me out. I don’t want to be a bother though, if you really don’t want me here.”

Ryan shook his head. “No, no, no, come on in, dude. We can make popcorn, I’ve got soda. It’ll be chill.” He gestured to the bag. “Are you staying over?”

“Again,” Shane rubbed the back of his neck. “If it’s too much of a bother, or if you had plans, I could just go back home...”

“No, seriously,” Ryan said. He stepped aside for Shane to come in. “Just come in. I’ll start the popcorn.”

Shane gave a big smile and sheepishly made his way inside. The townhouse was two levels: living space on the main floor, bedrooms upstairs. It was a mostly open floor plan, the walkway blending into the kitchen blending into the living room. Behind the couch was a staircase. He dropped his bag next to the couch and meandered to the stove where Ryan was pouring some popcorn kernels and oil into a pan.

“So, anything in particular freak you out?” Ryan asked. He turned the burner on and leaned against the counter.

“The basement,” he said before he could stop himself. “Not that i believe in ghosts or whatever, but that was a freaky basement. I can see a horrible man hanging his daughter there.”

“Yeah, when you freaked out down there I swore you were pulling my leg,” he said. “But you weren’t?”

“Yeah, I mean, I think it was exhaustion. Sometimes, you just shut down, you know?” Shane said. He must’ve looked nervous though, since then Ryan reached out and gently grabbed his arm.

“Hey, if you ever do see something, and you’re scared,” Ryan said, “It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

There was a moment, with Ryan’s hand on his arm, that he felt so grounded. Like he was a balloon, and Ryan was the weight, keeping him tethered to the Earth. He felt himself relax so quickly in Ryan’s presence. Now that he thought about it, why did he go to Ryan? Was is because they already had plans? Maybe because they had both be chilled in that house? Or maybe it was something more, something deep in his bones, that told him to go to Ryan. Something that was trying to push him closer to Ryan. He feared that it was the demon’s influence. Even though, deep down, Shane still didn’t believe that the demon was entirely real. He could have made it all up. Finally broken down after all those sleepless nights, all those ghost stories rubbing off on him.

“Yeah, I know,” Shane said, smiling softly. “Thanks. I promise to tell you if somethings wrong, okay?”

“Okay.” Ryan smiled back, then turned his attention to the stove when the kernels started popping.

As the scent of popped corn wafted through the kitchen, they chatted about mothman, and if he was just a collective scapegoat that the city blamed instead of believing whatever really happened. They laughed, simply enjoying each other’s company. They divided the snack into two bowls and seasoned them to their liking. When Ryan left to go put the movie on the television, Shane stayed behind for a moment, watching his friend’s back as he walked away. His smile fell a little.

“Don’t you want this?” a voice said, very quietly, in the back of his head. He blinked, hesitant, his chest felt a little weird. After a moment, he went to go join Ryan on the couch.

‘I don’t know.’

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#27: Season 2, Episode 1 - “Starstruck”

Ruby desperately wants to win a radio contest to sit in on boyband BBMak’s recording session. Meanwhile, Louis finds an incredibly lucky penny and milks it for all it’s worth.

Wow, guys! Season 2 opens with the BBMak/Lucky Penny/Louis gets a makeover and looks smokin’ hot and Ruby develops a crush on him and I'm like "girl, same" episode!!! Let’s do this.

Alright, so within the first minute of this episode we learn that Ruby is absolutely obsessed with BBMak (a boyband that actually existed and is now unfortunately so irrelevant that some younger viewers of today assume they're a fictional band) and she’s trying to win a contest to go to their recording session when they come to Sacramento. She’s been listening to the radio on her pink, cheetah print walkman for hours on end trying to make sure she’s the lucky caller. Ren is concerned that her intense devotion may not be healthy.. but, Ruby insists she’s not obsessed with them. Her bedroom and behavior says otherwise: 

At school the next day, Louis ends up finding a lucky penny which leads him to experience the best few days in a row ever. It kicks off with him narrowly escaping death and his big history test being canceled due to their teacher’s monkey having babies. The usual. If you binge watch the show, like I’ve done more times than I care to admit, the first few seconds of this scene are shocking because Louis' voice is obviously deeper and he looks obviously older. Yet according to Disney logic we're supposed to believe he's still in 7th grade, lol nah. Maybe at least the second half of 7th grade... We've gone over this before.

Louis seconds away from potentially dying over a penny.

Like I've mentioned, Disney is notoriously bad at airing episodes out of order. So here, we get an episode featuring Ren’s old friend Nelson. The only issue is that this aired 6 episodes before Thin Ice, which is Nelson’s formal introduction. The only explanation I can think of for this is that the Disney execs thought the BBMak thing would make a stronger season opener and switched up the airing order after they were already shot sequentially. I guess they assumed, or hoped, no one would notice or care that there's a new character we've never seen before just chilling with the gang like BFFs lol. According to Wiki at least, Season 2 was aired horrifically out of order when you compare the production code to the number it aired in the season. Like, WOW. For example, this episode was shot as Episode 13. I think that says it all.

No wonder Louis seems so jarringly older in this episode. He’s totally younger in the episodes that were supposed to air during the front half of S2.

Anyway, both Ren and Nelson are concerned about Ruby’s wellbeing now. She has practically turned into a fanatic zombie. They approach her and she says “I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten. Do you really think I wanna chat?” completely zoned out of her mind. Yeah, I’d be worried too. We also see that she’s not doing her schoolwork either. Her entire binder is full of BBMak, including this rather disturbing pop-up: 

Continuing his string of good luck, Louis gets to eat Principal Wexler’s extravagant birthday lunch for whatever reason and ends up winning a free fashion makeover courtesy of "Fruity Fruit Cocktail." ....ok. Tawny starts to get freaked out and Twitty simply says "I'm starting not to like you" which is understandable, because Louis is quickly slipping into another arrogant phase due to all of the luck he's been having.

Ren and Nelson give Ruby an intervention to stop her ridiculous obsession with BBMak and wanting to marry one of them. Why is this something that never goes out of relevancy? This is still happening today. It’s perhaps more relevant than ever with the rise of internet fandoms and socials like Tumblr. Teens are literally spiraling into genuine insanity over bands like never before. As long as there are teen idols, there will be teen idol fanatics. Can’t really go wrong with a plot-line like this. Ren tells her "You deserve a real life person who's gonna be perfect for you" - Ruby agrees and decides to turn over a new leaf.

The new and improved made-over Louis comes waltzing in, and just like that Ruby replaces her BBMak obsession with a Louis obsession. She’s just blown away by his beauty. Same, tbh. Y’all already know that I HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH AND THIS EPISODE KILLED ME!!!! Now that I think about it, this very well might've been the episode that solidified my everlasting fondness for Shia LaBeouf.

This isn’t even overdramatic. Ruby is so me. 

Even Ren and Nelson tell Louis that he looks stunning! Well, “stunning” was Louis’ word, not theirs. They just agreed with his conceitedness, lol. Suddenly a bird comes flying into the house and lands on Louis’ shoulder. Of course, it happens to be Pecky -- a missing bird with a $50 reward. OF COURSE!

The next day, Ruby happily tells Ren that she has officially moved on from BBMak. There’s a new guy in her life! Ren is so excited until Ruby reveals the new object of her affection to her: 

Um, is this my room circa 2001 or Ruby’s? I honestly can’t tell. Also I would so buy that big’ol poster of Shia on her closet door. That thing has made a few appearances throughout the series. It’s kind of iconic looking, don’t you think? Maybe that’s just me... 

Just thought I’d mention: Ren asks her “How did you get these pictures?!” and Ruby explains “I downloaded them from the internet. Louis has a very interesting website.” Do I even want to know? Aside from the implied potentially disturbing content, part of me wishes Disney had some sort of interactive fake louisstevens.com website or something like Nickelodeon did with amandaplease.com! 

Tawny insists that Louis' lucky streak is nothing but “admittedly weird coincidences,” until Louis calls in to win the huge BBMak contest and......... wins. I love how he acts so blasé about it. The DJ is so excited and Louis is all "Eh.. What can I say? This whole charmed life thing is getting kinda old." Also, the DJ in this scene, who appears two more times in the series, was one of the many actors recycled for That’s So Raven. He played a news reporter on that show. Similar field. Huh. 

Ren believes that Ruby is simply rebounding with Louis and decides to show her his nasty bedroom to make her realize she doesn't actually like him. Ren also tells Ruby that he’s rotten and selfish, which... Is kinda true sometimes, oops. But at the same time, that scene always makes me a little sad inside. Louis is a good guy at heart, Ren!!

Just then, Louis appears in the doorway asking "What are you doing in my room?" and we get this incredible exchange:

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Louis then proceeds to very unselfishly invite Ruby to the BBMak recording session which only reinforces her crush on him. 

Okay. We finally make it to this darn recording session! Thank god. Louis might as well’ve brought his entire extended family because he brought four freaking people along with him like it’s some free for all. You usually don’t push your luck when you’re gifted something like that... but, oh yeah. Lucky penny. I freaking love this bit where Ren whispers to Ruby “Woo! He’s gorgeous...” referring to Christian from BBMak, and Ruby says “I know.......” in reference to Louis! LOL. 

Ren is so disgusted and once again Ruby is me.

Shia has been gorgeous in my eyes for nearly my entire life!!!!!!!!! Apparently I'm weird because I've seen so many memes about him that say things like "He was that ugly, weird kid on Even Stevens and then he magically became good looking" I'm just sitting here like??? Y'all are about 14 years late to the party.

Louis and Twitty get distracted by a table with free cheese on it, which honestly is the best part of any and every function or gathering. Not even gonna lie. While hanging around the cheese table, Twitty decides to seize the opportunity and give BBMak an Alan Twitty Project demo tape of “Sacramento Girl.” (YESSSSS!) They lie and say they’ll check it out — but immediately stuff it under a block of cheese. As a musician, I can confirm that this is too real. It’s impossible to get successful/established artists to take you seriously. I met Fall Out Boy at a local radio junket once and slipped Pete Wentz a demo. I never heard anything, sooo... It stings to know that he most likely hid it under some cheese the second I left. 

BBMak are looking for a ‘Sacramento sound’ (whatever that is) and encourage Louis to play some tambourine on their track! They tell him “If this works out, you could come on tour with us!” If only it was that easy to land a national gig in real life. Ruby mentions in passing that she needs to tell Louis how she feels, and TAWNY IS NOT HAVIN’ IT! Omg. She kinda gets jealous of Ruby’s crush and they start a small argument over him. Ren cannot believe what she's witnessing and I love it. Also, Christy looks fantastic here? Whoever did her hair and makeup: Good job!! wow!

Unfortunately, Ruby’s attraction to him is short-lived and comes to a screeching halt the second Louis loses his penny during his tambo solo, jumping around like a lunatic with no rhythm. (Again, HOW does he become a drummer later on? It’s a mystery.) It’s very subtle, but you can tell once Ruby starts finding Louis "odd and annoying," that Tawny is secretly happy about it and still obviously likes him unconditionally even though he's literally insane. Same, Tawny.

So, yeah. Louis loses his penny and his luck runs out. BBMak basically kick him out of the studio. I love how Louis asks them “What about the record and the touring?! What about BBMak-Stevens?!” as if the conversation ever went that far. It’s great. I might’ve spoke too soon about Shia being gorgeous because the faces he makes when he realizes the penny is missing from his pocket are the furthest thing from the adjective: 

It is hysterical, however. And that outweighs everything else here, so.

This episode ends on an AMAZING note: A super cringy music video for “Sacramento Girl”! What more could you ask for?!?! We get some Twitty-Stevens Connection action here and it’s something to behold. 😂  Be on the lookout for Shia doing his classic “shirt-over-the-head” thing he does, HAHA. You can tell some of the vocals were done by middle-aged men (probably Jim Wise) which makes it even more hilarious. My favorite lyric has got to be the Grammy award worthy: “Before I met the girl I had it made... Now she scores higher than the whole arcade. YEAH!” And of course, the episodes’ immortal last words "TAKE THAT, BBMAK!!!!" will go down in history.  

That’s it! I honestly don’t even know why I’m ranking this one “lower.” It’s probably one of my personal favorites but.. Idk man. There are simply other episodes that I like more, lol. This is a totally solid episode though! Super memorable, pretty strong humor (including music-related humor... which you know I love!), and two awesome plot-lines that blend really well! But, even with all of that.. something felt slightly flat about it when re-watching. It could possibly just be from me watching these episodes waaay too much, tbh. It also probably has something to do with it being a “special” episode with guest stars and whatnot. Episodes like that tend to feel like totally separate things to me. 

At this point, we’ve officially reached the REALLY REALLY GOOD part of the list, though. So I don’t feel too bad about placing it here. There are no “bad” episodes from here on out. Well, there are no bad episodes of Even Stevens in general really. But.. you guys know what I mean.

I’m probably gonna regret and rethink this entire list once I finish it anyway so, lol. 

Thanks for reading! 

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Z is for Zoonotic Disease (26/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS). Pairing:  Reader X Bones. Prompt: Fic 26 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Z is for Zoonotic Disease.   Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series! Word Count: 3032. Rating: Teen+. Author’s Note: The last fic in round 1 of this series!  I’m pretty emotional right now.  This is the first time I’ve ever managed to finish a writing project I’d started, and I’m honestly kind of floored.  I never could have done it without the support and interest of all of you amazing people.  Thank you for sticking with me and reading these!  I hope you’ll stick around for round 2: A to Z 2.0, and for other fics I post in the future!  Cheers!!! (As an aside: the medications mentioned in this one can be found here.)

CMO’s Log – A to Z – Z is for Zoonotic Disease Your vision is fuzzy around the edges and your hearing is vaguely muffled as you walk unsteadily over the threshold into med bay.  You’ve been feeling unwell for days with an on-again, off-again high fever, cough, aches, and chills, and while you’d initially thought you’d had the flu, a visit to the med bay a couple of days earlier had revealed instead that it was pneumonia plaguing you.  At that time, you’d been given an antibiotic and asked by Dr. M’Benga to follow up once a day for a quick assessment to see how you were progressing, and so as ordered, you’re shuffling into med bay for a daily check, feeling worse than ever. “Y/N,” Dr. M’Benga calls from several feet away as he sees you wander in.  “Come over this way, let’s sit you down.” The tone of his voice suggests that you look as bad as you feel and you slowly make your way over to the bio bed he’s standing beside and allow him to help you up onto it.  Lying back, blinking away the harsh overhead lighting, you relax as he begins an assessment.  Your head aches so badly that its affecting your hearing, and even so near your head the whirring of the tricorder sounds like it’s coming from underwater.   “You’re not responding to the antibiotic,” Dr. M’Benga explains as he holds a holoscanner over your chest, looking at the x-ray image there showing him patchy consolidation in your lungs.  “We need to keep you here and isolated until we figure out exactly what kind of a bug you’ve got.”

You groan at his words, wanting nothing more than your own warm, comfortable bed away from all the white and chrome, the background noise, and the antiseptic smell.  His hand lands on your shoulder and squeezes gently. “I’m going to have Nurse Chapel move you into a private room and help you into a gown,” he offers.  “I want to have Dr. McCoy come to see you as well.  His expertise might help me to get you feeling better sooner, if that’s alright with you.” Your heart begins to beat a frantic allegro in your chest at the CMO’s mention.  You’ve been seeing one another on and off for a while, but haven’t exchanged any deep, meaningful sentiments.  Still, you’re involved enough that you chose Dr. M’Benga over him in order to avoid awkwardness and impropriety.  You know, however, that if Dr. M’Benga is seeking the other doctor’s counsel on your case, things must be bad, and while you really don’t want things to be uncomfortable, you’d also like to get better as soon as possible, and so you agree with a single nod. Things happen quickly after that.  Dr. M’Benga disappears from your bedside and is replaced with a softly smiling Christine Chapel.  She’s gentle with you as she half-leads, half-carries you over to an isolation room off the main wing of the med bay.  She murmurs soft reassurances as you’re changed into a thin, light patient gown and settled into bed with only a single blanket for warmth – we don’t want to feed that fever, dear.  The head of the bed is propped up so you can breathe more easily and before you know it, a soft knock sounds against the door panel and Dr. M’Benga is striding into the room, closely followed by Dr. McCoy. “Y/N,” the CMO says softly, approaching your bedside, his eyes quickly taking in the numbers displayed on the bio bed’s readout.  “I wish you’d told me you were sick.” “Didn’t want to worry you,” you mumble, the fever making clear speech a challenge.  “S’not that bad.” His low grumble is nearly inaudible but his expression is clearly unimpressed.  You watch him through half-lidded eyes as he repeats the scan Dr. M’Benga had done earlier, his features marring with concern.   “Administer an albuterol neb, then keep her on two litres of oxygen,” he orders Christine.  “Start a course of genericillin, and give her numinol tetramidaphin q four hours.” “Wouldn’t you rather use a tryptophan-lysine distillate?”  Dr. M’Benga asks.  “The corophizine hasn’t even touched the infection.” The CMO shakes his head, setting the holoscanner aside. “We’ll save the big guns for when we need them,” he replies.  “Genericillin will be fine until a culture proves otherwise.  I’ve got this, Doctor; please, leave me with my patient.” You can’t help but tune out more of their discussion as Christine steps into your line of sight and applies an oxygen mask to your face.  There is medication mixed in with the oxygen – you know just by the taste of it as it hits your tongue – and you’re glad to see that breathing is becoming easier by the moment.  She’s gentle as she places an IV in your arm and injects the medications Dr. McCoy has ordered.  She’s done quickly and leaving you alone with him – it seems he’s finally convinced Dr. M’Benga to leave the two of you be, too. As the door slides shut on Christine’s exit, Leonard approaches your bed and perches on the edge of it, reaching out to cup your cheek with his large, warm palm.  Your eyes drift closed and you sigh, the mask on your face fogging with your breath. “Next time you get sick, you leave it to me to decide how bad it is,” he admonishes softly.  “You’re lucky you came in when you did today.” “Am I gonna live, doc?”  You ask jokingly, your voice hoarse. “You’ll be fine,” Leonard assures you. “But we need to figure out what’s making you sick so we can treat you with the right antibiotics.  Do you think you’re up for answering some questions?” You nod, watching the doctor as he reaches to remove the mask from your face, replacing it instead with a much more comfortable and manageable nasal cannula.  Its soft prongs tickle a bit as they’re seated into place, but you barely notice them after a few moments.  What you notice instead are Leonard’s warm, gentle hands coming to rest on your neck, his fingertips prodding, feeling how swollen your lymph nodes are, how hot your feverish skin is. “Tell me everything you’ve been experiencing since this started,” the CMO  instructs. He steps away from your bedside for a moment, returning with a stethoscope.  He offers you a hand to help you sit up a bit and immediately begins his exam, not wanting you to be sitting up for too long.  You consider his query as he asks you to take the occasional deep breath, resisting the urge to cough. “It started off with a fever and aches four days ago,” you begin as Leonard finishes up and helps you settle back against the bed.  “I came in and saw Dr. M’Benga and he gave me an antibiotic to take.  Since then, my fever has come and gone.  I’ve had a constant headache and a bad cough, too.” The doctor makes a noncommittal noise and works efficiently, keeping you covered nearly to the waist with the blanket while simultaneously pulling your gown up so he can press on your abdomen. His expression becomes even more concerned when he glances down as he thoroughly but carefully palpates your stomach but you’re distracted from the look by a sharp jolt of pain as his hand prods at the left side of your abdomen. “When did you get this rash?”  He asks, pulling his hand away and gesturing to your midsection. You gasp as you glance down and notice a very dark and angry-looking red rash around your navel and off to either side. “It wasn’t there this morning,” you reply. “I didn’t see it when I got dressed a few hours ago.” Leonard makes another noise of consideration and pulls your gown down, tucking it back in under the blanket and pulling out a tricorder.  He scans you quickly, pausing over your chest and abdomen briefly before reading through the results.  The decrease in white blood cells and platelets and the increase in liver enzymes in your bloodstream worries him. “I think this is more than garden variety pneumonia,” he explains.  “I’m going to look through your file and talk to Dr. M’Benga.  I’ll send Christine in to get some samples for analysis and I’ll be back to see you in a bit.  In the meantime, try to get some rest.” You sigh and nod once again, turning your gaze away from the CMO and to the ceiling.  You’ll never admit it, but his concern and the lack of the toldja-so attitude he always gets whenever you’ve neglected your health are worrying you. You haven’t given his observational skills enough credit, though, you realize a moment later as his hand lands on your shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. “I’ll get you sorted out, kid,” he promises. “We’ve slept together and you’re still calling me kid?”  You huff. “Gee, thanks, doc.” Leonard chuckles softly and brushes a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “Sick to death and you’ve still got an attitude,” the doctor ribs good-naturedly.  “Yeah, you’re going to be just fine.” He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before taking his leave.  It doesn’t take you long to drift off to sleep and aside from Christine coming in to check on you and get the samples Leonard had mentioned, the next few hours pass uneventfully.  You doze off and on in between bouts of coughing, and you finally rouse to the sounds of frantic orders being exchanged elsewhere in the med bay – the product of an accident down in engineering. Shifting around, you slowly sit up, shivering as a cold draft licks at your back where your gown has parted a bit. The shiver leads to a paroxysm of coughs, and suddenly hurried footsteps are approaching your bedside as the monitors begin to sound an alarm.  A warm hand lands on your back and you’re sure it’s Leonard’s, even though you’re coughing so hard your eyes are screwed tightly shut.  The hand rubs gentle circles into your skin, warming it where the draft had left a chill, and he murmurs reassurances as the hacking passes. “Take deep breaths in through your nose for me, sugar,” Leonard instructs you.  “We need to get your oxygen levels up.” It’s a struggle at first as every inhalation tickles at your throat and makes you want to cough again, but eventually your breathing grows easier and the monitors quiet down, signalling your stabilization.  You glance up at Leonard wearily as you collapse back against the raised head of your bed and you’re grateful when he reaches for a cloth and begins to gently sponge at your feverish forehead. “Do you know what’s wrong with me yet?” You ask. Leonard shakes his head. “You’ve only been out a couple of hours,” he replies.  “It’ll take a little longer than that to get a comprehensive analysis back.  I just need you to sit tight and let us take care of you in the meantime.” You nod, resigned to your fate, and shut your eyes.  Your lips quirk up in a small smile as you recall your last away mission two weeks ago. For once things had gone smoothly, and you’d had plenty of time to visit a number of Hanon IV’s protected wildlife refuges to observe the xenofauna there.  Many of them had been remarkably unique, but many more still were very similar to Terran animals, and you feel at home as you picture a flock of starlings dancing around, a murmuration passing overhead as you’d collected some samples for analysis. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”  He asks, having caught sight of your expression. “Birds,” you reply softly. “Birds?”  He queries further. “Back on Hanon IV,” you explain, licking your dry, cracked lips, sipping gratefully from a cup of ice water Leonard offers you when he sees how parched you are.  “There were birds everywhere.  It reminded me of Earth, of home.  Their evolutionary history and adaptations were remarkably similar to those of Terran birds, and I can’t wait to get back to my lab to keep working on my samples.” “Have you found anything interesting so far?” Leonard asks, attentive though his eyes are taking in the numbers on the bio bed again, ensuring your condition is stable. “Nothing earth shattering,” you reply, taking in a slow, deep, shaky breath, rejoicing when it doesn’t lead to more coughing.  “Some of the feathers we collected show signs of poor health in certain individuals, which could indicate parasitism or infection, but nothing you wouldn’t expect with a large population of birds.” You close you eyes as Leonard reaches up and gently strokes your hair, his touch soothing you.  You think back on those samples you’ve just mentioned and you suck in a breath as something dawns on you, this time eliciting a paroxysm of coughs.  Leonard soothes you through them, and once you’ve caught your breath, you look up at him, having had an epiphany. “I need to contact the ornithology lab on Hanon IV,” you say.  “I have an idea.  It’s crazy, maybe, but worth a shot.” Leonard stares you down with a trademark quirk of his eyebrow. “There are some diseases that can be transmitted between humans and animals, right?”  You ask. Leonard nods. “Sure,” he replies.  “Zoonotic illnesses – lyme disease, tularemia, you name it. Why?  What are you thinking?” “Psittacosis,” you offer.  “It can be passed between humans and animals, it would explain some of the signs of illness I’ve found in my samples, and it shows up as pneumonia in people, doesn’t it?” Leonard’s eyebrows furrow in contemplation for a few moments and you can practically hear the gears turning as he takes your symptoms and history of exposure into consideration. “It does,’ he replies eventually.  “And while I can’t pretend to be an expert on it, I think it might explain some of my other findings, too.” His hand leaves your hair where it’s been stroking the stands for the last several minutes as he straightens up and you follow him with your gaze; you’re not getting up any time soon. “There’s no need for you to go to the trouble of contacting the lab; I’m going to have the lab here test for the Chlamydophila psittaci antigen in your samples,” Leonard explains.  “I’ll be back the moment I know anything.  If you’re right, which I’m reasonably sure you are, the antibiotic we’ve switched you to should do the trick.” You nod in understanding as he speaks and return the smile he shoots you before turning to leave you once again.  With him gone, you let your eyes drift closed and you listen to the steady beep of the overhead monitor, one for every one of your heartbeats.  It’s a rhythmic, hypnotic sort of metronome and it quickly lulls you off to sleep. This time, you don’t even twitch when Christine comes in to give you another round of medication, nor do you hear Leonard’s footsteps return to your bedside. Your awakening this time is much more gentle, though you’re confused for a moment at the feeling of a warm weight on your shoulder.  Blinking through the waking fog of a fading dream, you focus on the form at your bedside and allow yourself to feel reassured by his touch even before you realize it’s Leonard. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” he says softly, squeezing your shoulder gently.  “How’s my little genius feeling?” “Your little genius?”  You croak, your voice still thick with sleep and strained from all the coughing. “Your diagnosis was right on the money, sugar,” Leonard explains.  “And the good news is that psittacosis isn’t very contagious, so once we’ve got you stabilized a little better and your fever’s broken, you can spend the rest of your recovery in your quarters.” You’re elated to hear it, but something about his words catches your attention. “If it’s not very contagious, how did I get it?”  You ask. Leonard laughs softly. “Not very doesn’t mean not at all,” he reasons. “And it’s easier to catch from wildlife than it is to catch from another person.  You probably inhaled some aerosolized droppings that contained the bacteria at the sanctuary.” You wrinkle your nose in disgust at the thought, earning yourself another good-natured chuckle from the doctor. “However it happened, it doesn’t matter now,” Leonard assures you.  “All you need to worry about now is resting, breathing, and getting better.” You smile tiredly and nod, patting the bed beside you. “With the Federation’s best doctor here to take care of me, I know I’ll make a full recovery,” you say confidently. You shift over as he moves to join you on the bed and snuggle into his chest as he lays down at your side.  The metronomic beeping of your heart monitor is quickly replaced in your ear by the sound of Leonard’s heartbeat at your cheek and you sigh in contentment as you almost immediately find yourself being pulled back into the slumber you’d been awakened from a short while before.

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[myotishia]

Time hopping part five

Fandom: Torchwood. Trigger warnings: None I don't think but tell me if I've missed anything. Characters: Owen Harper (Past and present), Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Elise Carter (oc) Rating: Teen and up Tropes: We’re fixing things right over here.

Blurb: As death day arrives Elise has no idea what she is in for. For Owen it’s one more job. 

“What have you two been doing?” Tosh asked. She’d walked in to see Elise and Owen looking blissed out, eating pizza.

“Being kind of stupid but getting great results.” Elise smiled, grabbing her third slice of pizza.

Toshiko side eyed them both, trying to find any sign that their type of stupid hadn’t been an adults only event.

“Relax. I’ve been a perfect gentleman.”

“And he’s not my type.”

“So what have you been doing?” Tosh picked up a slice for herself, still studying them closely.

“We got the singularity scalpel to work.” Beamed Owen.

Finally the woman relaxed a little and sat with them. “How?”

“We missed the telepathic link. It was too weak to pick up initially. Oh, and your girlfriend’s crazy.”

“Says you.”

“Anyway, now we can disarm all the sleeper agents and then they can be deprogrammed over whatever time scale they need.”

With Owen and Jack way, working through the list of Agents, Ianto was showing Elise around the garage. She’d only briefly seen the place when following to the SUV. More than the sight of the rather impressive collection of vehicles was seeing Ianto in anything other than a suit. It made sense but Ianto always gave off the impression that he was born with it on and it was just his default state of being. Instead he was adorned in a tee shirt and jeans.

“The SUV needs new tires again. Between Jack and Owen they barely last a month. The suspension is holding up fine for now, surprisingly.”

“Do you do all the work?”

“Some of it. We have to contract out the more specialised stuff but basic maintenance is up to me.”

“Mind if I take a look? This is something that’s actually in my wheelhouse.”

“I thought everyone moved onto electric cars.”

“They did but that was for people with money. I used to spend my weekends at the scrapyard. I just paid the scrap weight for everything I took and I could do any work there. My ride might have been over thirty years old but she ran as smoothly as any of the new models you’d see on the road.”   

Ianto went to pop open the bonnet, appreciating the company for what was usually a tedious and dirty job. Elise started checking the basics like fluid levels then paused and sniffed the air.

“Switch her on for a sec.” She said, trying to test a theory. The motor roared to life and a scent rose into the air. “There’s something up with your battery.”

Turning off the engine Ianto moved to join her.

“Smell that? It’s a little like ozone mixed with burning plastic. It needs replacing asap.”

“Nice catch.” Ianto nodded, double checking her theory. “You don’t look the type to be into cars.”

“Anything mechanical really. Cars, robotics, computers. They’re all like complex puzzles… At least we got to look at this now instead of when the captain gets back.”

“He wanted this done before Tommy wakes up.”

“Tommy?”

“He’s a man who’s been in cryo storage. We wake him up once a year to make sure he’s in good health. Apparently he’s going to be important at some point but it’s not clear when.”

“What kind of life is that?”

“Better than he had sadly. He was a soldier in world war one.”

“Damn.”

“I don’t know which would be better, extreme PTSD or being frozen most of your life. Even if he went back he was due to be executed for cowardice.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do to help him?”

“I wish there was. He’s a good man.” Ianto looked honestly rather sad thinking about the whole thing.

“Maybe I can talk to my Owen. He’s been around for eons so maybe he knows what the big event is.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“I’ll be right back, he can’t just manifest here so easily.”

“It’ll happen soon. He’ll have a chance to close a small part of the rift but he’ll have to go back to do it… I don’t know if it’ll even work this time because you’re going out with Tosh.”

“How does my relationship status change anything?”

“They had a bit of a whirlwind romance.” Owen said as if he were reading a children's book.

“Oh… Shit.”

“One of the downsides of time travel.”

“Well, how does he close that part of the rift?”

“It’s a rift key. Setting it off in the right place in his original timeline basically stitches the time rip shut.”

“Then let’s do it.” Elise said enthusiastically.

Owen looked at her and shook his head. “No.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not risking it. We’re not time jumping unless absolutely necessary. Your dreams are under control right now and time jumping could bring them back.”

“I’ll be fine. My watch buzzes to wake me up before they start. Come on, we can have this done before anyone even notices. We’re jumping without passengers so I won’t even get that dizzy. We have to try.”

“Elise.”

“Tommy could have a life. He won’t have to go back and die. He can have therapy and just live. Isn’t that worth it?”

“Fine, but if you end up hurt again then this stops. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re starting to sound like Tosh.” He smiled as he followed her to the hub.

After reporting their plan to Jack, and getting his go ahead, the time jump went off without a hitch. Much to Toshiko’s delight as she did care about Tommy, even if she didn’t have the same romantic feelings as the original timeline. She even had the chance to explain the situation to the man who appreciated the chance at a life. Even future Owen had to admit that it made him happy to see things going so smoothly, but something seemed to be bothering him and it was starting to show. He’d left a long letter on Jacks computer about a few events to come and the fact that he would be taking Elise on a important time jump so she would be missing for a while. He otherwise avoided all of them until one morning, after their time jump, Elise awoke to future Owen sitting on the end of the bed.

“Owen? Where have you been?” She whispered, trying not to wake Tosh who was curled up next to her.

“It’s nearly time.”

“Time for what?”

“My death day.”

A chill ran through the room. “Oh… Are you ok? I mean, isn’t it a good thing? We’re going to stop your death.”

“It just feels like the end after so long. Whatever happens, you’ll be ok.”

“Of course I will. Where are you planning to go after? You’ll be able to go wherever you want. You could travel the world.”

He still hadn’t turned to her as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cuddling up to his back.

“Back when I was alive I would have loved this.”

“You’re spoiling the moment.”

“You’re the one who’s naked.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yea… Yea I am.” He smiled sadly before dissipating into nothingness.

Past Owen was not impressed at having to change his clothes in the middle of the day, after being covered by blood and half exploded mayfly guts. He dried his hair with a towel as he walked over to a very frustrated looking Toshiko.

“Not going well?” He asked.

“What kind of medical research facility has this kind of security?!”

“You can’t hack it? You? Toshiko Sato?” He placed a hand on her forehead as if checking for a fever. She batted his hand away and adjusted her glasses.

“It’s completely isolated. There’s no way for me to hack in from the outside. Without someone inside there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hopefully Jack can get something out of his meeting with Copley. Hey Elise, what does the ghost in your head say about this?”

“Nothing. It’s strange, I thought he’d be a chatterbox today but he’s been really quiet and evasive. Though he did say that, and I quote, Copley is a cunt and if I ever see his fucking face again I’ll cave it in.”

“Sounds like Jack won’t be getting anything from him then.”

“Well, you already know what they’re up to, mostly.”

“It’s a bit big for the six of us to go charging in. Didn’t you say the guards were armed?”

“Heavily.”

“If we want police backup then we need proof.”

“You’d think my now they’d take your word for it.”

“Maybe if we didn’t have to retcon them every fucking time.”

They all looked round as Jack charged back in looking furious. He tried to compose himself before speaking. “Any luck Tosh?”

“No. Sorry. It’s an isolated system. I’d need a connection from inside.”

“Anything from the mayfly?”

Owen shook his head. “Wasn’t enough left of the thing to test.”

“So we’re back to square one.” The anger had returned to his face. “We need to get in there before more of those things hatch. Gwen, please tell me the police have at least started an investigation.”

Gwen looked up from her computer. “Yes, but they haven’t even linked it back to the Pharm yet. They’re going to be no help unless we can give them something substantial.”

“And I assume you’ve had nothing substantial?” He asked Elise.

“Sorry. He’s been just growling expletives about Copley.”

“Well, tell him to pull his head out of his ass! We have nothing here!”

“Yes sir.” She closed her eyes to try and concentrate and get through the low level grumbling. “Owen. We’ve got nothing here. We need your help.”

“We sent someone in last time.” Future Owen replied through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Think we can space jump in?”

“NO!”

Elise clasped her ears. “Christ Owen!”

“You’re not going in there!”

“They’ll never know I was there. It’s not like we’d be walking in the front gates.”

“Elise, why do you have to fight me on every fucking thing?! Especially this!”

“Because we’ve run out of options. If things get hairy we can just space jump out. Right?”

“Get the others to agree and I’ll consider it. Until then, not a chance in hell.”

She sighed and opened her eyes to see some very concerned faces.

“What?”

Past Owen handed her a tissue. “Your nose is bleeding. It started when you grabbed your head.”

“It’s fine.” She began cleaning herself up. “I’ve got an idea but Mr Ghosty says I have to get everyone else to agree before he’ll even consider it.”

“Knowing you he has a reason, what is it?”

“Well, the time jumps aren’t just time jumps. We can move between spaces, like teleportation. I just teleport in, give Tosh access to the system, maybe grab a few samples of whatever they have in there and teleport out. Noone there needs to know and if things do go to hell then I can just be teleported out on the spot.”

Everyone stopped to mull over the idea, a little concerned that she would essentially be on her own in there.

Jack was the first to speak. “If you’re going in there alone you’re going in with direct contact with us. We can’t just trust you for this one.”

“Works for me.”

“Everyone on board?”

There were reluctant nods from around the room.

“We’ll be able to see everything you do. This way even if you can’t get me into the network as long as you see any evidence we can use the footage. Your usual interference doesn’t seem to be affecting them. ”

“Cool.” Elise blinked and looked over to the screen showing a copy of everything she could see through the contact lenses she was wearing.

“Comfortable?”

“Yep.”

“Just… Come back safe.” Tosh took Elise’s hands. “Please.”

“I promise.” She kissed the woman on the forehead before zipping up her coat and pulling up her hood. “See you soon.”

Tosh tensed up as Elise disappeared. The footage seemed to show that she had blinked and the entire scene had changed in a single frame. “Can you hear me?”

Elise nodded, not wanting to make any kind of sound. She steadied herself and began to investigate. Owen had teleported her into a small side room that was used for storage. It seemed to hold basic supplies and little else. Future Owen used his mist form to scope out the hallway.

“All clear.” He said into her mind.

She slowly opened the door and headed down the hallway.

“The restricted areas are this way. I can open some of the doors from the other side with the electronic switches, others are airtight so I can’t get through.”

She didn’t have to go far before the building started to look more like a lab. Warning signs hung on walls and doors and the place started to smell of disinfectant. Owen moved just ahead, opening doors.

“Wait. Patrol incoming. Get in the room to your right.” He said, hearing the sound of marching.

Elise threw herself into the side room, flattening herself against the wall behind the door. While she hid she saw a large number of capsules ready to be packaged. She grabbed three and placed them into one of the bags she had in her pocket. Once the guards were out of sight she walked back out into the hallway. Further she found a much larger room containing specimens for testing.  Specifically she saw two weevils held sedated. In the corner of the room a computer quietly buzzed. She took a small USB stick from her other pocket and plugged it in.

Back at the Hub Tosh smiled. “I’ve got access. Just give me a few minutes.”

Elise gave her a thumbs up and investigated the rest of the room. Some young mayflies were hovering in their tanks, buzzing angrily. In the far corner a much larger tank held a mature mayfly that watched her intently. Footsteps outside the room echoed through and Elise only had one place to hide, the far side of the tank. She crouched down in the shadows as someone in a lab coat entered. The mature mayfly began throwing itself towards her against the glass, giving her position away.

“Time to go.” Stated Owen.

“No! I’ve got this.” Elise thought, as loud as she could.

As the figure moved closer Elise sprang out, grabbing the figure in a sleeper hold, cutting off the blood supply to their brain until they passed out. They hadn’t even struggled that much. She dragged the unconscious body under the computer desk and out of sight.

“That was close.” Gasped Tosh. “I’m done. You can grab the USB and move on.”

Elise gave another thumbs up and pocketed the USB stick. She had to speed up as the lab assistant wouldn’t be unconscious for long. She’d have to thank Jack for teaching her that move when she got back.

 Back towards the offices, Elise had to trust her Owen to look ahead for her, the carpeted floors making it hard to hear footsteps approaching. She’d had to dodge one patrol and two nurses but she’d made it to Copleys office. Owen checked that the room was empty and she let herself in. She quickly began taking files and sliding them into her backpack, quickly scanning over research notes with her eyes. She’d just pulled her backpack on when she heard an alarm begin.

“Time to go.” She thought, but received no reply. “Owen? Owen answer me!”

Her heart began to pound, not able to jump without Owen. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling ‘lost contact with my Owen. Advise!’ across it.

“How? Try and get out, we’re on our way.” Tosh said, everyone mobilizing in the background.

Elise pocketed the paper and headed to the door, looking out into the hallway. Doctor Copley and a treo of guards were closing in on the office.

“Owen! Just answer! What’s going on? We need to jump!” Elise’s thoughts boomed through her head.

Distantly, as if over a weak phone signal, Owen replied. “Can’t… I… Elise… Run.”

“What’s happening to you?”

“Time… I…”

Elise made a run for the stairs, shouting and gunshots following her. A bullet missed her backpack by a hair as she jumped down a flight of stairs, successfully turning the corner without slamming into the wall. Another flight later she came to a junction, guards closing in from the right she ran left, pain exploding in her leg as she threw herself through a door. She skidded across the pathway, a bullet having ripped through the meat of her thigh. She bit into her lip, refusing to scream and crawled into the bushes, hoping she hadn’t been seen in the dark. The guards ran past, splitting up to comb the area, not spotting the blood trail across the wet grass.

“Owen, please answer me.” She screamed in her head.

“Changed… Time… Can’t… Jump.”

“Fuck… Just stay with me. Please.” Tears ran down her face from a mix of pain and fear. It was only minutes before she heard police sirens speeding towards the building but it felt like forever. She took a bandage from her bag and wrapped it tight around her thigh before pulling herself up and out of the bushes, all her weight on her unharmed leg. The security guards were already surrendering as she saw a familiar blue coat.

“Jack!” She called out.

He ran over and took her bag so he could help support her. “Owen! Over here!” He called as they moved towards the rest of the team.

“My Owen…” She began before being cut off by a commotion.

Far off near the SUV DrCopley had a gun pointed at past Owen. Elise didn’t hesitate. She drew her weapon and fired, blowing out Copleys hip and landing him in the mud as the police disarmed him.

Past Owen sprinted over. “Nice shot. Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

Back in the Hub Elise lay in a morphine haze, having just had her leg treated. Tosh held her hand as Owen washed his hands.

“Was that how I…?” Owen asked, finally letting everything settle in.

“Yes.” Elise said. “He’s gone silent now. I just want him to answer me.”

Tosh squeezed her hand. “It’ll be ok.”

From the barrier Jack looked over them. “Can you give me and Elise a moment?”

Owen turned. “Now? She’s not going to be up to much.”

“I know.” He looked grim and Owen seemed to get the silent message he was sending.

“Tosh. Can you give me a hand here?”

She didn’t want to leave but feeling the low mood of the room she complied. “I’ll be right upstairs.” She smiled softly and followed Owen out.

Jack sat where Tosh had been moments ago.

“I fucked up. I know.” Elise sighed.

“No you didn’t. Sometimes things go wrong, you can’t foresee everything.”

“Is there something else wrong?”

“You haven’t heard from him since the Pharm have you?”

“No… I keep calling out but it feels like the thought isn’t going anywhere.”

“When you stopped Owens death… The timeline fixed itself.”

“But we’re outside of the timeline. We’re outside of time.”

“Only so far. Owen didn’t want you to know but… He knew he was going to cease to exist after you saved his life.”

“No.” A tear ran down her face. “No, he can’t be gone.”

“Elise. He left a letter for each of us, and you. He didn’t want to just leave you but I think it happened too fast for him to say goodbye. I’m sorry.” He pulled her gently into his arms as she wailed out her grief, her friend torn away without warning. The sound echoed up through the hub.

Elise drifted in the darkness for the first time in a while. The water was as cold as ever, biting at her skin but the skeletal figure was gone, replaced by someone more familiar.

“Owen?” She blurted before trying to stop herself from letting all of the air out of her lungs.

“A wiser man than me once told me you can’t escape death, just delay it. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Death was closer than I thought.” A bubble formed as he moved towards her, letting her breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She sniffled, desperately trying to hold back her tears.

“I wanted you to be happy. I’m here for one last thing.”

“Anything.”

“I can leave you with a limited link to the rift, weevils won’t attack you, you’ll have the ability to time jump 24 hours or so but you’ll always come back to this place when you sleep. It could kill you one day.”

“Or?”

“You can be a normal human again. You never have to experience this ever again.”

“Will I see you again if I go back to being normal?”

“I’m dead. I’m just what remains in your hand.”

“Still.”

“If you go back to normal that mark will go. You’ll get a fresh start.”

“No. If this scar is all I have left of you then I want to keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Certain!” She fell forward into his arms and gave him one last hug.

“Take care of them.”

“I will.”

The world fell into a black mist before the bubble burst and icy water filled her lungs. She awoke with a gasp to Tosh sitting next to her, frightened.

“I’m so sorry. Your watch must have broken when you fell and we didn’t notice. Oh god are you ok?”

“Yea… I am.” Elise smiled, letting her tears fall freely.   

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New Fic: Form 5763W (1/13)

Fandom: swtor

Chapter Title: The Fall 

Pairing: Aric Jorgan/Republic Trooper

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jorgan and Wynneth hoped for a quiet wedding. But when the political realities of the ceremony come to light, things become real complicated, real quick.

Notes: The self-indulgent wedding fic I’ve wanted to write forever. Yay! All chapter titles will be from Imagine Dragons’ songs, because I love them for Jorgan and Wynneth. Three updates a week.

No link to Ao3 right now. It won’t let me post the chapter, and darnit, I want to post this now. :D

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“Think you can beat me, rookie?” Jorgan asked as he pulled back his ankle to stretch his hamstring. His body felt nice and loose, just ready for the five kilometer run he and Wynneth made time for this morning. A slight breeze fluttered against his fur while clouds blocked the sun overhead.

After three years of reporting to Coruscant, Jorgan could honestly say he didn’t like the place. Too many buildings, too many people, basically too many of everything. But at least there are some parks hidden away, far from the gang-ridden streets. Just the place to go for a jog, breathing real air instead of the recycled atmosphere of the Thunderclap.

Next to him, Wynneth scowled, probably trying to hide a smile, just the sort of reaction he expected. “That’s Major Rookie to you, Captain,” she said as she hit him lightly on the stomach. “Have some respect for your commanding officer.”

Jorgan took a step closer, so their bodies almost touched, but not quite. This early in the morning, the park was deserted, so he snaked his hand around Wynneth’s waist to rest on her ass. “Respected you plenty last night, if I recall right,” he said, letting a hint of a smirk creep into his voice. And just like that, his mind didn’t want to think about the run ahead of them, just after the fact, when she would be flush and sweaty, and he wondered how quickly they could make it back to the ship once they finished their run.

Her scowl disappeared, leaving only traces of a smile on her lips. “And I do believe I respected you right back,” Wynneth said, moving just forward enough so that her breasts, even bound with a combat ready sports bra, pushed up against his chest. Stars, he wanted to go back to the ship this very second and do some respecting right now.

Instead, Jorgan titled his head down and kissed his betrothed hard on the mouth. Betrothed. Even after being engaged for almost six months, it still sometimes felt like a dream. Getting demoted to sergeant in the army three years ago should have been the worst thing to ever happen to him. At the time, it had certainly seemed like that. But since then? Between becoming the XO of Havoc squad and falling in love with its commander, Jorgan couldn’t ask for anything more out of life.

And hopefully soon, once the galaxy settled down a bit, he and Wynneth would officially become lifemates. Husband and wife. Truth was, Jorgan didn’t care what they called it, just as long as the end result was the same: the two of them spending the rest of their lives together.

He started to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue in Wynneth’s mouth, but a moment later, she circled out of his arms and started sprinting down the path. It took only a couple of seconds for Jorgan to react, but by then she already had a lead. Well, human legs were no match for Cathar sprinting, and before long, Jorgan caught up and matched her pace. While he could easily out-sprint her, humans did have an edge when it came to distance.

“That was low,” Jorgan said with a chuckle. His breathing was still measured, even as they jogged side by side.

“Maybe a little,” Wynneth said as she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t tell me you didn’t deserve it, though.”

“Yeah, yeah, maybe a little,” Jorgan said.

The talking stopped, as neither one of them particularly enjoyed holding a conversation while they ran. One of the main reasons he enjoyed running with Wynneth, instead of just going out on his own. So instead of talking, Jorgan enjoyed the breeze while breaking down their recent mission to Ilum in his head. Plenty to think about from that mission, that was for sure.

Once they made it more than a little half way, Wynneth suddenly started limping off of the running path. “Kriff,” she said through clenched teeth. “Kriff.”

Jorgan stopped, jogging in place. “Talk to me, Winnie.”

Her face scrunched up in pain as she went to lay on the ground, slightly behind a bush, bringing one knee to her chest. “Cramp. Thigh.”

“You really got to ease up on the caf,” Jorgan said, moving to kneel next to her. While she lay on her back, he lifted her left leg up straight in the air. As he started to lightly push her thigh towards her chest, he added, “Say when.”

Wynneth’s eyes were shut tight as Jorgan helped stretch out her quad. “Getting there,” she said, even as he could still hear pain in her voice.

With the palm of his free hand, he started rubbing large circles on the back of her thigh. “Doing okay, babe?” Jorgan asked. She nodded at once, and he could see some of the pain had left her face. “How many times have you said you’re gonna drink more water before we run?”

“Not my fault,” Wynneth said, her eyes opening as she took a breath. “Forex bought me a mint caf creamer. It was really fucking good.”

“Worth a cramp, though?”

Her eyes drifted lower, to where his hand was rubbing her thigh near her ass. “Right now I’m not seeing any downfall.”

“Woman,” Jorgan said, shaking his head. They were in a public park where anyone could see them, the last thing he should do is lean down and kiss her. His resolve, though, lasted all of three seconds, before he settled down on the grass next to her, on his side. “We really shouldn’t.”

Her arms snaked around his neck as she kissed him lightly. “Nothing wrong with a kiss,” she said, sounding a bit breathless.

He thought to respond, but all he wanted to concentrate on was the way her lips felt against his. So instead he stopped worrying and kissed her. And kissed her again. Jorgan’s palm rested on her bare stomach, thanks to her t-shirt inching up. All he needed to do was slide his fingers down her running shorts, just a little bit, and maybe they could have some real fun. The greenery hid them a bit, right? Maybe just enough to-

A sudden flash and a click broke them apart. A holorecorder floated next to them and Jorgan raised his hand so that the only thing the recorder could see was his palm. A second later, it floated away. Jorgan and Wynneth both sat up, fixing themselves up as they did.

Jorgan looked around for the owner of the holorecorder but couldn’t see anyone in the vicinity. “Think whoever took that recognized us?” he asked in a low voice.

Biting her lip, Wynneth shook her head. “Average citizens don’t recognize us when we’re not in uniform,” she said, but Jorgan could tell by the slight waver in her voice that she worried.

A worry he shared. Their relationship, as far as he was concerned, was private. They could name the number of people who knew they were a couple on both of their hands: the rest of Havoc, General Garza, his parents and littermates, her parents and half-brothers. Jonas Balkar figured it out when they all had a celebration drink after Corellia. But as far as Jorgan knew, the rest of the galaxy had no idea that the Commander and Executive Officer of Havoc Squad were in a relationship, which was just the way he liked it.

“Someone just getting their kicks, maybe,” Jorgan said as he stood up, more to convince himself than Wynneth. Facial recognition software would easily point out to the recorder who they were.

“Maybe,” Wynneth said, holding out her hand. He helped her up off of the ground and they both started stretching.

“Let’s finish this run and get back to the ship,” Jorgan said, tapping Wynneth’s ass. “No use worrying about it.”

“Agreed,” Wynneth said.

And without another word, she took off, and Jorgan followed.

#

“Sir! I wanted to inform you that a display of affection you and the major recently shared has been deemed worthy of publication on the holonet.”

Kriff. Kriff.

Jorgan took a breath and tried to keep his heartbeat under control. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he kept himself from squirming in his chair. “Lemme see,” he asked Forex, holding out his hand.

The entrance of the galley was too small for Forex to squeeze through, so the droid reached out and handed Jorgan a holopad. Right there on the top of the Coruscant Daily News was a picture from this morning, with them both laying on the ground kissing. The headline, reading “Playing Favorites?” made Jorgan sick to his stomach.

“Fuck,” he whispered. This was bad. This was really, really bad. He skimmed the article, more than one pundit wondered if Wynneth and Jorgan were breaking any laws, if Wynneth was flouting her authority, if Jorgan slept his way to the position of Executive Officer.

Checking the timestamp, he saw that the article was only posted three minutes ago. Maybe they had some time to do damage control. Jorgan stood, wondering just how in stars’ name he would tell Wynneth. Best just to show her.

“Thanks, Forex,” he said, standing up. “Do me a favor, keep an eye on this story, will you? See who else picks it up, that sort of thing.”

“Of course, sir,” Forex said, spreading its arms. “I will keep a tally to see which news outlets think your private relationship with the commander should be made public.”

Jorgan nodded, not wanting to say anything else, not when his stomach was tried up in knots. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when everything seemed to be going smoothly for once in the three years they’ve been with Havoc. And now thanks to their damn libidos, the entire galaxy saw them kissing in a park.

Wynneth sat in the conference room table, a couple of holopads scattered in front of her, as she munched on a protein bar. Might as will rip off the bandage. “Here,” Jorgan said, holding out the holopad with their picture on it. “We’ve got a problem, Winnie.”

She took the pad, and looked at the contents, her eyes widening. “Kriff,” she muttered under her breath.

“Thought the same thing,” Jorgan said, turning a chair backwards so he could sit down. Resting his arms on the back of the chair, he asked, “What do we do?”

“Illegal?” Wynneth asked, anger lacing her voice, as she read the article. She looked up. “But it’s not. We filled out that damn form, the 3578K form.” She threw the pad down on the table and sighed. “We’re going to have to make a statement.”

Jorgan rolled his head back. That probably would be the best thing to do. “How in the elders’ name do we figure out how to write a statement about our relationship?” It would have to be clear and precise, letting the galaxy know that no Republic laws had been broken, but try to give absolutely no more information than that. The galaxy had already seen them kiss. The galaxy didn’t get any more than that, damn it.

“I’ll write it now,” Wynneth said and Jorgan could see just a little more weight on her shoulders, thanks to this. Probably showed on his shoulders as well. “I’ll send it to Garza and then we’ll send out a press release.”

He reached out, taking one of her hands in him, rubbing his thumb against her palm. “Should we mention we’re getting married?”

Wynneth’s lips pursed slightly as she shook her head. “Let’s not. We can make an announcement afterward. If we tell people, we’re going to get hounded every day with reporters asking when and where the wedding is.”

Two questions Jorgan wouldn’t mind getting an answer to himself. Beyond deciding to wed, neither one of them seemed all that rushed to figure out the details. But after this, it seemed like a good idea to make some concrete plans. Deciding to speak, he cleared his throat. “Speaking of when and where…”

She squeezed his hand. “I’m thinking soon right about now. You?”

“Soon is good,” Jorgan said, scooting his chair a little closer to Wynneth. “I like soon.”

They were close enough now where Jorgan only had to lean a little bit forward and he could press his lips against hers. If the whole damn galaxy knew they were together, why bother hiding anymore. He leaned forward, but Wynneth sat back in her chair with a meaningful look at the open conference room door. So he squeezed her hand and stood up, ready to go back and finish the dinner he left in the galley. “You mind showing me a copy of what you write before you send it to Garza?”

“Sure thing,” Wynneth said, picking up a holopad. “Just an FYI, I’m going to make it dry as Tatooine. Not giving them any more information than they need to know.”

“That’s my girl,” Jorgan said.

He gave her a nod and headed out of the conference room. The galley wasn’t empty when he arrived; Dorne stood by the caf distiller, tapping a foot impatiently. When she noticed his arrival, she said, “Forex told me about the picture. I’m sorry you’re having to go through that.”

“Our own damn fault,” Jorgan said, sitting back down to his dinner. “We should have figured someone would be tailing us.”

“Still, it seems like a gross invasion of privacy,” Dorne said, and Jorgan couldn’t help but agree. “I did wonder, sir, if this meant you might be needing form 5763W any time soon.”

Jorgan ran his palm over his head. “We already filled out a form,” he said, poking at his unfinished food with his fork. His appetite seemed to have disappeared.

“The 3578K form, yes. That’s the form that allows you to pursue a mutual romantic relationship. But what I’m inquiring about is form 5763W, which, if approved, allows two members of the Republic Army to apply for a marriage license.”

His fork dropped from his hand, clattering on the metal plate. “So you’re telling me that we have to fill out a form so we can fill out another form in order to get married?”

“That is correct, I’m afraid,” Dorne said. “If today’s incident speeds up your time table, it would behoove you to start procuring the form as quickly as possible. I’ve heard there’s a bit of work involved.”

Jorgan thought about Cathar weddings. Two people show up at the temple, cover their heads with the sacred cloths, then say a few words in front of the Elders. Not a form to be seen for days. But if the Republic Army needed this damn form filled out, they would fill it out. Thinking of Cathar customs made him a bit uneasy, though. That’s one conversation they hadn’t had yet: what marriage for the Cathar actually meant. As much as he would like to take their vows in front of the Elders, he didn’t want to push for something Wynneth might not be able to give. He knew some humans treated marriage as almost a disposable part of their lives. Look at Garza, with three husbands in her past. He couldn’t imagine doing that. Not ever. It would be all or nothing for him, but he just hadn’t figured out the words to find out if their future marriage would be all or nothing for Wynneth too.

“Thanks, Elara,” Jorgan said, picking up his fork again. The food was cold, but that never bothered him. What bothered him was the idea that they’d have to work to get this damn form. They could figure it out later. First, they needed to deal with the unmasking of their relationship.

But Jorgan decided not to worry about it. Together, he and Wynneth had taken down the original Havoc traitors, destroyed the Gauntlet superweapon, and captured General Rakton. How hard could dealing with the press and filling out a form really be?

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Day 1: Cooking

Hello everyone, Mr.E here with the first week of the @wholesome-week SVTFOE week: Cooking! yay! I hope you all enjoy it as I thank my desktop for not freaking out on me. 

So basically this takes place before the episode that broke the fandom apart, Bon, bon the clown. All the other episodes have happened at this point but not yet Bon, Bon and I have a special message to go with this story

I want you to remember this is a show that we and many people love. This is a show that is smartly written, funny, clever with action, drama and so much joy and fun.A show that prompts creative and great ideas. A rare show that doesn’t come often especially in this day and age but hopefully that changes one soon.

I wrote this story to remind us all it doesn’t matter who you ship: Starco, Jarco, Janco, TomCo, JanStar, Jacan, etc etc. We are all a part of this fandom. We all love this show and while shipping is fun, remember to always respect each other. There’s no need to go to war for no reason. Life is going to throw a lot our way and Star is going to get pretty heavy with drama but so did Gravity falls and it made the show so much better. This is going to be a fun ride no matter where it goes and I haven’t been excited for a season like this since Gravity Falls. and before GF it was a long while.

Please remember to respect each other and just enjoy an amazing show. Have a great week, it’s going to be amazing with great stories and artwork and we’ll keep on having these amazing things through all fandoms. Enjoy

“Umm...” Marco's jaw hung loose as a small, almost humming-like noise escape his lips, several pairs of eyes stared at the young teen with varying degrees of amusement, concern and boredom while Marco remained motionless at the sight of them.

“Maaaaarco?” Star asked quietly, taking a ginger step forward towards her frozen best friend “Is something wrong?”

There was something terribly wrong with the sight that lay before him, something unexpected that caught him off guard and Marco was going to be completely honestly, kinda unwanted at the moment.

Marco was currently wearing his usual attire of black pants, well pressed red hoodie and gray undershirt though he also sported a cooking apron as he was prepared to make lunch for himself and Star as per her request.

He was not prepared to make lunch for 5 people.

He did not want cook for Star's ex boyfriend and his exfrienemy Tom.

He did not want to cook for his eternal and probably heavily crushing on him stalker Janna

and he did NOT to make himself a fool in front of his longtime crush Jackie.

Nope, nope, just all the nopes. This was not what he agreed to when he promised Star he was going to cook today.

“Staaaar” Marco let out as calmly as he could, ignoring Janna's attempts to hang random assortment of things on Tom's horns “Can I talk to you? Bestie to bestie?”

Star let out an excited gasp “Bestie to Bestie?! Secret tiiiiiime!”

Marco stifled a groan as Star elegantly and gracefully bounced towards him, legs fluttering joyfully with each leap.

“soooo” Star cooed, nearly tripping on her feet on the slippery floor tile, arms flailing for a moment before she caught herself and leaned expectantly towards Marco, lip bit and eyes brimming with exhilaration “what's the secret?”

“Star” Marco whispered softly, eying the other occupants of the kitchen carefully “Why are they here?! I thought you said it was lunch, not a hangout?!”

“I did and do want lunch Marco.”

“You said just us!”

“Weeeeeell” Star peered at him thoughtfully “ It was supposed to be us but then I realized why not invite all our friends? Except Ferguson and Al, they kinda just vanished and Pony Head is off underwater somewhere but I mean it's Saturday and we have nothing to do so why not have a FOOD PARTY!”

“Star” Marco muttered in a harsh whisper “I don't have enough food to feed every....”

“FOOD PARTY!” Star repeated, throwing her hands in the air with reckless abandon.

Marco let out an inaudible sigh before peeking at the trio of unexpected guests.

Tom looked as bored as ever, eying the room with a mix of apathy and curiosity.

Janna caught his gaze, shooting him a wink and a finger gun while simultaneously reaching into Tom's back pocket with her free hand.

Jackie gave a friendly wave, her face blissfully unaware of the hammering of Marco's heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears.

“So...” Marco began, pushing pass the now dancing Star “I don't know what Star told you....”

“Duh” Janna scoffed “You're not Star, of course you don't know what she told us. Geez Marco I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“I am smart Janna” Marco replied through gritted teeth “but you know what I mean.”  

“Ssshyeah, free meal.”

“Janna, I....”

“Oh come on Marco” Tom said with a sneer “you were talking about your amazing cooking skills when we hung out but I'm just not seeing it.”

Marco could already hear his dentist comments while he grinded his teeth from the audacity of Tom's claim.

“Marco?”

His rage faded away within a moment as Jackie's soft, lazy drawl called to him.

“It's okay if this was more people than you were expecting” Jackie told him reassuringly “we can just order out or something if you don't have enough food.”

“ha!” the sound of laughter felt forced to even his ears “Of course I have enough for everyone! Ha ha ha, just give me a second, you're all here before I thought you would be.”

“You sure Marco?”

“Psst yeah” Marco answered with a confident smack “I'm a master cook of this home. I can easily make us lunch.”

Marco turned around, Star noticing his confident smirk fall into a face known only as full mental breakdown.

“oooooh” Star nodded in understanding, hand tucked under her chin “I see, I see. We don't have enough for everyone.”

“No!” Marco snapped before sheepishly dropping the facade “yes? I mean you told me it was just us today Star! You didn't mention anything about Janna or Tom or even JACKIE!”

The pair of best friends glanced backwards to their guests, Tom snarling at a grinning Janna with Jackie giving the duo a thumbs up.

“ugh” Marco moaned in defeat “Let's get this over with.”

Okay, Marco told himself, it wasn't as bad as he thought initially.

Luckily he did in fact have enough to make a rather filling meal for the five of them so getting the hungry teenagers food wasn't going to be a problem.

What was going to be a problem was the amount of time. If it had been Star and himself, it would've been an easy 10 minutes tops. 5 people, however, was going to take a longer amount of time and given one was a lying demon jerk, another was his kleptomaniac stalker who loved playing with him with the last being the girl he was crushing on hard, Marco was going to one heck of a time trying to keep everything going smoothly.

“Don't worry Marco” Star beamed cheerfully “I'll help out”

Despite the fact she was the source of the entire problem, Marco could feel his body relax at the sight of his best friend, her blue eyes with determination, her lips cocked into a confident smile. hHe felt a spark of hope. Maybe they could do this. Maybe this wouldn't turn into a total disaster. With Star's help, maybe....just maybe they could....

Nope.

Total disaster.

Marco could feel his eye twitch at the sight of the chaos that broke out just a few minutes into the task.

Well maybe total disaster wasn't the current level but he could feel that threat loom over himself.

Despite how much he cared, and god knows loved her, Star was no help in the kitchen.

For that one brilliant moment of reassurance from the magical princess, he had completely believed her.

and utterly forgot that she came from another dimension and hadn't the slightest clue how to use or operate any sort of Earth appliance or what Earth foods tasted good together.

He remembered this little fact when Star attempted to mix a banana with a piece of uncooked meat into the blender. He barely managed to stop her in time.

It was amazing how natural life with his best friend was. He could barely remember a time that Star wasn't around, hanging out and just having fun.

Of course that came with the disadvantage of lapsing memory when it came to ordering Star to do basic tasks.

Marco sweated profusely, the heat from the pan and sizzling pieces of meat filling the kitchen area almost as distracting as the occasional popping of grease jumping from the metal cooking utensil.

“Great job Marco” Janna called out idly “Smells great. Can't wait to eat.”

“You're not helping Janna!”

“I'm a guest” Janna answered quickly “It's rude for me to intrude in your personal space.”

“Like you believe in personal space” Marco muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Janna shot back.

“Nothing” Marco rolled his eyes and turned only to find himself staring face to face to a bull angry Star glaring at the refrigerator, stance wide and fingers clenched.

“Star?”

Star huffed, wand held tight “YOU WILL REVEAL YOUR CONTENTS MAGICAL ICE BOX!”

Marco paled remebering Star never used the fridge before!

“Star!” “Mega Marshmallow smash!”

Tom, Jackie and Janna sat around the dining room table as plums of pink magical clouds and the shrieking of Marco's girlish scream intermingled with melodic keyboard jingles and fierce battle cries.

“So...” Janna said out loud “anyone else get the feeling that Marco wasn't ready to feed all of us?”

“Star!”

The trio turned to the kitchen in time to see Marco skidding across the floor, smoky and slightly charred as Star rushed after him, wand ablaze and panic in her eyes.

“I think Star didn't tell him we were coming” Jackie added carefully.

Tom clicked his tongue “Classic Star. She probably got distracted by something cute and adorable.”

“Or violent” Janna chimed in.

Tom nodded in agreement “Or violent.”

“So....” Jackie glanced at the hellish demon “You and Star dated?”

“yep” Tom replied

“Why'd you break up?”

“Umm.....no idea.”

Janna rolled her eyes “Typical response. I bet you have a temper.”

“I DO NOT!”

Tom didn't know what was worse: the small flame that caught the tip of Janna's beanie or her knowing, smug smirk as she casually doused the flames with her hand.

“niiiiiice” she spoke with a wink

Tom shifted uncomfortably under Janna's playful gaze.

“Should we order pizza?” Jackie asked “I mean Marco looks pretty stressed and Star seems to be.......escalating things”

Jackie slowly returned Marco's frantic wave, a wild warnicorn carrying off the cook by his hood while a Star chasing close behind with a salad fork and butter knife in hand.

“nah” Janna waved Jackie's concern “he's goooot this. Right Marco?”

“Of course!” Marco answered with a shaky grin, still held hostage by the stampeding magical mount “Everything is fine!”

“FIIIIIIINE!” Star called out, her uneasy face not matching her response “JUST FINE!”

“See fine” Tom gestured to Star and Marco

There was a thickness in the air that was only broken by the fearful cries of Marco, the battle lust determination grunts of Star and the huffing and neigh of the warnicorn.

Janna frowned as more and more sounds of destruction join the chaotic musical that filled the Diaz household

“yeeeeah” Janna sighed dramatically “We better order the pizza or else we're never going to eat.”

“Yeah good idea” Jackie agreed “It'll be easier on Marco” a loud crack “and the house.”

“Kay” Janna pulled out her bright pink cell phone

“Pink?” Tom couldn't keep the surprise out of his tone “You?”

“yeah” Janna threw the demon a glare “and unless you want the most girly, pinkest hat I can find super glued to your head, you better keep quiet.”

Tom rose his hands defensively “I won't, I won't....hey can we get anchovies on the pizza?”

“UUUUUUUGH anchovies!? What kind of demonic hell spawn are you?”

“hey, do you know how hard it is to find anchovies in the Underworld?”

“I assume not at all given normal people just toss them out. Seriously you have no idea how uncool you just made demons look ”

Tom frowned furiously, rising to his feet with his hands blazing with a pure white flame, the heat from the fire charring the table a light crispy black.

“I AM TOM, SON OF THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD AND I DEMAND ANCHOVIES! IF MY WILL IS NOT MET, I WILL BURN YOUR SKIN AWAY AND CHAR YOUR VERY...AH!”

The flames died, the insufferable waves of heat generated by the demon cooled while splashes of water caught Tom's eyes, stinging and burning as he tried to shield himself from the watery barrage.

“No” Janna scolded, splashing Tom with the tiny watergun she hid in her pocket “Bad demon.

Tom snarled and hissed, clawing at the tiny plastic weapon but flinched when Janna's attack caught his eye a second time.

“Calm prima donna” Janna told him with a roll of her eyes “We'll get you your stinky anchovies. Ugh I thought the torment happened when I died, not here.”

Silent return as the chaos in the kitchen appeared to have been calmed.

Jackie stared at Janna, Janna stared at Tom, Tom stared at Janna.

A halcyon quiet.

Then Janna shot Tom once again.

Content and peacefully moans of joy and happiness hung in the air as 4 of the 5 teens happily enjoyed their gooey, yummy lunch (Anchovies for Tom as promised by Janna)

Poor burnt stained Marco, on the other hand, stared at his plate, face fallen and filled with disappointment.

“Marco?”

Marco turned to the soft, gentle voice that called his name, unsurprised to find Star staring at him, worry and concern in her eyes.

“What's wrong?”

Marco sighed, realizing it was best to be honest rather than prideful like he was earlier.

“I'm sorry for ruining lunch.” Marco apologized “I'm sorry I did something I clearly couldn't. I'm sorry I fought tooth and nail for something that wasn't worth it. That I wasn't honest with you...and myself. And now I destroyed the kitchen and we had to order out....”

“You're an idiot”

All eyes snapped to Janna leaning back in her chair, pizza one hand and arm slung across the back of her seat.

“Who cares if the day didn't go as plan? Who cares if it wasn't what we expected? What matters is we're here and we're eating this well made, amazingly delicious food. Together.”

“yeah” Star nodded in agreement “friends”

“yeah, sure, whatever” Tom muttered, the eye roll and disinterested look plaster on his face only for show, masking the true joy he felt with these...humans.

Oh and Star.

“Wow Janna” Jackie patted her best friend's shoulder, clearly impressed “That was really mature and nice of you.”

“yeah” Marco chimed in “That was pretty cool”

“I know right?” Janna leaned further back in her chair “and I take the pizza you paid for Marco as thank you.”

Marco bit into a pizza, agreeing with Janna until he fully processed her words.

Marco coughed, choking on the food he once enjoyed before throwing a deathly glare towards his stalker.

“JANNA!”

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