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Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.��� He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”

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Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.” He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”

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(Angst?) Can you please do one where Miguel and y/n are dating, but when Miguel is showing Miles the Spiderverse, y/n notices a canon event out of the corner of her eye. Turns out, it is a canon event for Miguel to kill y/n (either it is an accident, or he is mind controlled by an anomaly). Turns out he’s been hiding it from because he didn’t want her to leave him, and he didn’t want her to try and stop the canon from happening 

HI! I took a bit of creative liberties with the prompt but I hope you like it, if you don't just lie and tell me you do. - OB <3

Because He Loved You

Miguel x F!Reader

Save the multiverse this. Cannon event that. Rules only apply to everyone else, but not Miguel himself.

Angst. Hurt/No Comfort. MDNI. This isn't a continuation of Mansplain but I like to think they're the same spiderwoman in my head.

OB note: SURPRISE, yeah it usually takes me longer to put out requests but I've had more free time so requests are still open & I'm still taking requests from the 200 follower event. <3

You knew the reason he was the way he was. Harsh. Rude. Aggressive. You knew of his pain and understood it the best way that you could. He had lost so much; it was a mystery to you as to how he could function the way he did from that loss. But here was a kid that reminded you so much of yourself. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, experiencing all that being a spider person meant to be and having loss help in your heart already. Truthfully, the immediate bond you felt with Miles when he appeared in headquarters made you think of the brothers you had lost. He was so much like them, so much like you. It made a soft spot in your heart that you didn’t know was there. And that’s what leads you to speaking with Miguel and attempting to have him explain in a gentle way the effects of cannon events.

“Mig.” You start as your fingers skim over his facial features, your gentle demeanor making his movements falter. “You can’t do this to him, he’s just a boy he doesn’t know”

“I know, I just…” Miguel starts before his own voice trails off, not knowing how to put his feelings into words. It was all too much. Too much for you, and way too much for him.

“You just have to show him Mig, I’m sure he will understand then. You know it’s hard to understand the magnitude of what’s going on unless you can see it for yourself.” You start as you’re stroking the sides of his face to calm him, “he can’t know unless you show him.”

Miguel pushes his face more into your palm, surrendering to the calmness that it provides him. You were his comfort; you provided him with the humanity that he thought he lost. Oh, how he loved you. The soft look in your eyes as you cradled his face in the security of your hand. The knowledge of the specific reasons of the importance of the multiverse granted to you for the first time between the sheets of the bed you shared for the first time.

Now where you stood, watching Miguel explain the importance of cannon events, how they needed to happen in order to keep the universe intact. As you watch his and other spiders past fly through your vision, something catches your eye. Yes, you knew that Miguel had made it through the collapse of two universes, but it was a sensitive topic for him, so you didn’t bring it often, if at all. But something for the first time caught your eye as you were watching his ‘presentation’. And it was you, for the first time you saw yourself in one of these ‘canon events’. The things you saw, the visions hitting you like a freight train, you didn’t know how to handle any of it. At the realization, you snuck off from the situation that Miguel and Miles were going through to figure out what the hell you thought you could possibly be seeing.

“Margo.” You call out more quietly than you expected for how strong your voice is normally. Even with the softness in your voice, of course she hears you.

“Yes ma’am.” Her answer coming from thin air as she appears before you.

“I-“ you begin before trying to decide on what to say and ask for. “I need your help” The seriousness in your voice surprised her for a moment, you weren’t usually one to ask for help with anything so she would be there for you for anything that you needed in that moment. She gave you the information that you needed, files that you never thought to access because you didn’t think they were of importance to you.

All you could do was watch the scene before you on repeat. You even remember the moment so clearly in your own head as if it was just yesterday. It was the day before you thought that you would hate Miguel for the rest of your life and the day that he saved you, and the day that you fell in love with him. You had only been working at the spider society for a year then, but most of your missions were closely with Miguel, the two of you growing more and more attached by the day surprising to yourself and everyone else. But now here you were, staring at a situation that you didn’t even know about, something that you couldn’t even believe was true.

*Video from the day your universe collapsed*

“Today is the day her lab explodes, then it’ll take rise to the new spider woman of her dimension.”  Lyla states while she watches the scene unfold before her, Migue knew that. He had seen it happen in another dimension that you were in, a variant of yourself, a cannon event. Your death would bring upon the entrance of a new spider girl. But Miguel couldn’t have happened to you, not you. He wasn’t going to lose someone again. He could remember the first day he had stumbled into your universe trying to take on an anomaly that you had already handled. You had this confident air about you that made him falter every time he tried to speak to you. It was too easy to fall in love with you, you were brilliant, talented, capable, and the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And now? Now he was just supposed to let you go, let you die???? He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He didn’t care about the fate of the multiverse; he cared about YOU.

Lyla didn’t even try to stop him as he made his way to your universe. He knew how to fix the problem that caused your accident. It wasn’t even anything that was your fault, you were being sabotaged by a jealous coworker.  It was simple, he would just set everything back in your lab like it was supposed to before you realized anything was out of the ordinary.  Simple. And then it ended up being not so simple when you were in your lab, earlier than he had expected you to be.

“Oh, O’hara. Hey, what are you doing in my universe? I know we had plans for later but I was just coming in early so I know I would be free all night for you.” You giggle with your back turned to him as you continue working, your spidey senses giving his presence away. He almost forgot, the two of you did have a date tonight, so of course you were going to try and get your test done early. How could he have forgotten.

“ I- I just missed you.” He claims as he walks towards you, trying to take in how far along you were your testing. He had to make sure he wasn’t too late but as you turned around to smile at him or say something him he could see the mistake that you were about to make. No words left his lips before the explosion happened; you flew back across the room. The blast caught the lab on fire and when Miguel reached you, you were out cold.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could tell that you were in headquarters infirmary. Your head was spinning as you tried to sit up, next to your bed was Miguel slumping back in a chair passed out. How long have you been out? How long had he been waiting there? You could see the dark circles under his eyes were more exaggerated than usual, his whole body screamed exhausted. Your shifting jolted him awake.

“You’re up.”  He pants as he’s looking at you wide eyes, reaching to grab your face as if you were just an illusion to him.

“Yeah, I’m up.”  You say as you raise your hand to touch one of the hands that was holding your face, “What happened?”

Miguel took a deep breath before he started explaining to you the accident that happened in your lab that you got knocked out last week. The explosion had destroyed the whole entire lab, and he told you that it created a tear in the dimension destroying it. Your home. Your life. Almost everything you knew was now destroyed. All you had left was the society and Miguel. The Miguel that saved you.

That was the day that you knew you had loved Miguel, the day you realized that he was the man for you. The two of you had been getting close but that was the catalyst to what y’all were today. And what y’all was a lie. Everything Miguel preaches about protecting the multiverse meant nothing. He let your universe die. He let your family and friends die. And he trapped you here with him, no where to go, no universe to space to.

The tears were sliding down your face long before you even noticed them. You were gathering your things from the apartment you and Miguel shared together, droplets hitting your hands every so often as you are throwing things in bags. In your haze and how attuned you were to Miguel’s presence you didn’t even notice him entering until his hands were on your shoulders, stopping you. At the interaction you jump back from him.

“Amor, what are you doing?” He asks taking in your appearance, the state of the apartment, and that look in your eyes.

“I know” was all you said before you went back to gathering your things.

“You know what?” He says, “trying to grab at your wrist to stop your movements. You didn’t even give him a chance, pulling your arm away, taking a step back from him deciding you’ve gotten enough.

Your eyes narrow at him before you speak, “I know what you did Miguel, I know”

As Miguel takes in everything it finally hits him, what you mean. Fuck. How did you even find out??? He never even thought you would investigate that. You had complete and total faith in him. You did, you had.

He reached out for you again as you went to pass him, “Wait just let me explain” His grip tightening as you try to pull away.

“Let me go O’Hara.”

“No.” he says, not pulling you towards him but not letting you go. “Not until you let me explain, please.” He spoke softly, gently to you as he tried to hold firm, but you can feel him shaking.

“It was a cannon event, Miguel.”

“I know but I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t lose another good thing that happened to me. I loved you! I love you! I couldn’t just let you die. I couldn’t.” He pleads with you, his red eyes glimmering with the threat of tears. You inhale sharply before wrenching your arm from his grip.

“But I could lose everything and everyone, huh?” You grab everything that could fit in your hands, turning back on him to walk out the door.  Your hand paused on the door handle as you take a deep breath before turning to him.

“I hate you, Miguel O’Hara. I hate you for what you did. I hate you for what you took from me, and I will never forgive you.”

That was the last thing you said to him before you walked out of the apartment for the last time. Miguel just stops there, unmoving as tears involuntarily fall from his eyes. Now realizing the one thing he ever feared after being in this universe, the one thing he was afraid of losing, he lost.  

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I just wanted to say I randomly stumbled upon your fic “jealousy, jealousy”. i have no idea how seeing as i have no idea who these characters are. i read the entire thing anyway & it was amazing! it definitely sparked my curiosity to look into it!

Omg anon I’m so glad you enjoyed it! This was such a high compliment. I hope you find more Aizawa to love. He is very much “hot for teacher” - OB 💋

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Riding post war Levi in his wheelchair. That’s it. That’s the post.

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Hi. I’m currently working on the recent requests. I’ve just been a bit busy with the holidays and my husband birthday but I’m actively working I promise 😭😭😭 I’m also working on some continuation of fics so stay tuned

Im still taking requests so feel free to send them 💋

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes! Honestly I could cry and I am btw

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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The Rabbit and The Wolf

Are You Happy Now?

You thought you got your happily ever after?

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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yes i am aware that i Perfume: The Story of a Murder my way through the Chunnin exams but like its fine <3

You remembered the smile that you had on your face as you walked back through the gates of the Hidden Leaf, something to you was funny recalling the feeling of the laughter in your chest. The kids get sent off to go home, having been part of a completed mission that they didn’t know was taking place. You and Kakashi giggling back and forth like teenagers as you go to report to the Hokage. The Third Hokages face was plastered in your mind as he interrupted you from giving your mission report, pausing in confusion at the interruption. His words starting with “your sister” and everything else sounding like static in your ears. Your sister. Your sister was dead. The only family you had left was dead. But she was doing so well before she died, the words fell from your lips with an unamused chuckle as you looked over her cold body. She couldn’t be dead; she was making a turn around. She couldn’t be dead.

The next thing you remember is sitting beside her husband, people walking up to the two of you to give their condolences. It was only the two of you, her husband, and her sister. Your eyes dead as you sat there, people saying how much they loved and appreciated your sister. The things she put in motion even while she was hospital ridden had people coming up to give their condolences. She was truly a saint until her last day. Her funeral passing through your eyes just like the time before you got there.

Now you were in your house, there was a knock on your door that you heard but couldn’t move to answer. A voice outside calling for you, the voice sounded concerned, worried even about your health and safety. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t answer the door for the concerned voice. You hadn’t even cried yet. The tears for your sister hadn’t even graced your water line. It was just emptiness at this point. She was the only family you had left and now she was gone. She was gone and you weren’t even there for her final moments. You can remember her husband talking to you, hugging you through the whole ordeal, visiting you even afterwards. The words that he said to you going through one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to listen, but every sound was silent, it was as if you couldn’t hear anything but the voice in your head saying how she was gone.

You didn’t even know how long it had been. Your hands were placed in front of you, covered in blood. As you look around, you see the bodies, looking down to see yourself in your Anbu uniform. You were on a mission; you were killing but you don’t even remember. You don’t know how you got there; your brain has been on auto pilot for so long. Then it goes out again, the next thing to bring you back was Sasuke standing in front of you, he looked sad, he looked like his brother.

“I’m leaving to get stronger” his words hitting your ears as you just stare at him. You were sitting on your couch; he was in your house. There was no recollection of how he got in there or even how the conversation started but he was telling you that he was leaving. Your brain puts together the pieces, processing all the events that lead to the moment that he was in front of you. The empty shell that you had been, finally responded to something for once was an automatic response.

“Please don’t leave” your voice says in such a small whisper that you thought he didn’t hear you. But he paused at your front door, turning back to you realizing this is one of your few and far between conscious moments.

“I’m sorry.” was the last thing Sasuke said before he left your house.

In all that time, Kakashi was checking on you, of course but you just weren’t there. You were a husk of yourself, and it was as if you weren’t even a real person anymore. The Hokage still sent you on mission even with the concern that Kakashi had about your mental state. Your body moving on autopilot completely missions like the skilled ninja you were. Even as Kakashi worried about you, your only responses were how you were fine. There was nothing wrong with you. You were handling your sister’s passing just fine. There wasn’t anything wrong with how many missions you were taking. There wasn’t an issue with how you were pushing yourself. Your lack of concern for Sasuke didn’t really bother anyone that you knew about. Everything was regular in your mind. There was nothing to worry about. You were fine. You were fine. Yet, Kakashi’s concern for you grew and grew. It was worse than when the situation between the two of you happened. It was even worse than what your father did when your mother died. He could see that you weren’t really eating, he could tell that you weren’t sleeping. All you knew was to complete missions and then get the next one. The issue with Orochimaru and the Akatsuki coming to the forefront taking you away for spy detail that kept your mind off of anything else.

It wasn’t until you came back from a mission, in your mind thinking that everything was good and fine, that you collapsed at the gate. Your body having been through so much with no rest, no nourishment. It was driving on just your willpower and it finally gave out. Two and a half years, you kept going like that for two and a half years and finally your body just gave out. Of course, the intel you received on your mission was imperative, so your hospital room was monitored at all times. You were the Hidden Leaf’s finest, a machine that didn’t need anything but a new mission. Everyone knew that the Third was taking advantage of your grief, but you didn’t allow anyone to stop you. Every intervention brushed off without a second thought. Again, claiming that you were fine with the weight of losing your sister and Sasuke leaving in the back of your mind. You had pushed and pushed and pushed through until your body and mind couldn’t take anymore and you just collapsed.

As you sit in your hospital room, ninja placed outside your door to keep you in, the intel you had already discussed to another Anbu to relay to the Hokage your mind starts to wander on being there. The hospital reminded you of your sister, but you weren’t trying to think of that. The only thing you wanted was to get out of there, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave until they cleared you, they would track you down before they let you on another mission without clearance. Your back was turned to the door as you stared out the small window that didn’t hold much of a view. You had decided to just take a nap until you heard a voice.

“You know, you’re more dramatic than your father. But at the very least you’re still here so maybe you can pay me the money he owed me.”

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Sunday Dinner

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

You were preparing for your regular Sunday dinner when you get a few unexpected guests at your doorstep.

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Music flowed through your apartment as you busied yourself with making your Sunday dinner. A simple menu, pot roast, smashed potatoes, broccolini, and homemade gravy to go on top of everything. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to make a dessert, and you knew Wade was bound to complain about it, rolling your eyes preemptively at the future tantrum. Right as you were finishing up on the gravy, leaving it to simmer there was a knock at your door.

You excitedly went to open the door, you actually loved Sunday dinners, with a smile on your face you opened your door to see Al, Peter, Wade, …... and Logan.

“You don’t mind that I invited my lil honey badger. Ya know he's basically part of the family now anyway.”  Wade grins making his way into your apartment.

“I brought pie,” Peter says excitedly handing it to you as he also makes his way inside.

“that’s actually great because I didn’t have any time to make dessert.” You place the pie on the counter, waiting for the inevitable tantrum from Wade. It didn’t take more than a second for him to start his spiel about \how you must not love him anymore since you had forgotten about his favorite part Sunday dinner. “Oh, shut the hell up,” You comment as you begin to put everything in the serving dishes., “I got caught up at the studio, there's a gallery showing coming up soon and I was asked to submit some pieces. You can go one Sunday without a homemade dessert.”

Even with your very valid excuse, Wade acts as if you’ve shot him multiple times.

“Your dumb ass lucky she still invites you over. Don’t worry about that jackass. But if you ever need some inspiration, you know where to find me. “Al tells you, knowing that she’s definitely talking about doing drugs. You giggle softly and thank her.

“Gallery?” Logan surprisingly asks and you’re taken aback, almost forgetting that he was here.

“Ah yes, our lil matter-of-fact is a painter. She gotta pay the bills somehow, even though I've been told her that with a body like that she can get a lot more money elsewhere” Wade interjects before you get to respond, throwing his arm over your shoulder which you push off with a scowl. 

“And I’m a freelance artist, I have some of my paintings around the house.” You say trying to sound confident in your creations, you don’t know why he's making you feel shy, you had so much pride in your art. There was a piece of you in every painting you did, a page from the story of your life.  Logan didn’t move from his seat, but his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the paintings that graced your walls, some of your more happy-inspired pieces. But there was one that particularly caught his eye, a painting truly straight from your own heart. His gaze was locked on that one for longer than you would have liked, he almost looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Luckily for you, there was another knock on your door.

“Anyways that’s probably Cat, she said she was going to try to make it, she had deadlines for her column that she needed to finish.” You wipe your hands on the frilly apron that you’re wearing, Logan smirks at your appearance, that apron didn’t match you at all, but it was cute.

As you open the door with a bright smile on your face to greet your friend, you are face to face with not your friend at all. It was the face of your ex-boyfriend, the one who cheated on you and whom you haven’t contacted since you found out.

“I knew you would be home. I need to talk to you.” Caleb looks at you, then past you to the guests in your apartment then back to look at you.

“The offer to cut his dick off still stands,” Wade says from his position at the dinner table, making you sigh, pushing Caleb out of your doorway and shutting the door behind you.

“What are you doing here Caleb?” You question as your brow furrows, hands balled to your sides.

“We need to talk, and you won’t answer my calls or texts.” He huffs as if he should be the one who’s annoyed by this circumstance.

“There’s nothing to talk about. We are over, that’s it” You fold your arms over your chest in an attempt to protect yourself somehow.

“Oh, you can’t be serious,” He rubs his face in frustration, “You know how difficult it is being with you, and it just took a toll on me for a minute and I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” You ask, attempting to keep your voice level, not trying to garner any of the attention from your guests inside, “You slept with Liz, how the hell is that a mistake???”

“You don’t understand.”

“There is nothing to understand, you need to leave.”

He groans again at your difficulty to speak to him about this, “Just hear me out for fucking once, I was under a lot of stress and then having to deal with your stuff on top of that. It’s a lot, you’re a lot. I just needed a little stress relief; you have to be able to understand that.” So this was your fault? You were the reason he cheated on you because you were so difficult to be with, but then why was he here? For your forgiveness? To get back with you? Fuck, you didn’t even care because it felt like you were about to break. You didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him.

“Leave, Caleb.”

“Ugh you’re not listening to me; this is one of the problems right here.”

Before you can tell him to go again, you feel the warmth of a chest on your back and a hand making you take a step back into your apartment.

“I think you’re not listening to her bub; she told you to leave” Logan basically growls at your ex. A little shaky you look up at Logan, his jaw is set tight, and he looks right pissed, your gaze then falls back onto Caleb who takes a scared step back.

Caleb looks between the two of you, and scoffs laughing bitterly, “Looks like you moved on quickly” he turns his attention to Logan, “Don’t waste your time with her, she’s dangerous and damaged goods, no fixing that one.” His last comment before Logan slams the door in his face, going back to his spot at the table.

It takes a moment to process all that just happened, but you shake yourself out of it quickly, “Anyways, let's go ahead and eat I put too much work into this to get cold.” You put on your fakest smile as you sit down and start serving yourself. It’s clear someone wants to say something.

“So that offer about his dick.”

“Shut it Wade” Logan growls as he follows your lead, reading the room surprisingly well, “You got anything good to drink?”

“Uhm yeah,” you say as you get up, wiping your hands on your apron again before taking it off, this made Logan notice the tattoo you had on the back of your shoulder. The X-Men symbol, so you really did use to be one, interesting. You smiled as you pulled out a bottle from your alcohol fridge, you preferred your drinks chilled.

“Okay so this is a rum, but it was aged in a whiskey barrel, I think you’ll really like it.” You say as you pour him a glass, he raises an eyebrow at you.

“We will see,” Logan responded, and you just sat back with a confident smirk as he took a sip. He hums after the first taste, “Not bad” he raises the glasses towards you.

“Told you, “You smile for real this time and dinner commences.

Eventually, everyone leaves and now it’s just you and your thoughts. You sigh as you clean up your place, wash and put away dishes and Caleb’s words stay on your mind. The way he blamed you for his actions and there was a part of you that actually thought the same. After finishing cleaning, you grab your emergency pack of smoke and make your way outside. You didn’t smoke often, you tried not to at the very least, even if you were a mutant that had some regenerative powers, they weren’t perfect, and smoking was still terrible for you.

As you light your cigarette, stepping outside your apartment building you spot Logan, leaning on the rail smoking a cigar.

His eyes catch yours, as you take your first drag, “You smoke?”

“Occasionally, what are you doing out here?” You ask as you stand across from him.

“Too much Wade.” Which makes you snort before taking another drag, “And you?”

“Too much thinking,” you say casually, he just hums in understanding. The two of you stand in silence, a sense of ease coming over you as you finish up your cigarette. You take your last inhale, throwing the butt to the ground and stepping on it before going to head back inside. Before you can open the door, Logan grabs your attention.

“He’s wrong you know,” Logan states nonchalantly.

“What?”

“He’s wrong about you, you don’t seem like damaged goods. I would know. Everyone has their demons.”

You don’t know whether it was the cigarette or his words making you feel lightheaded, but your face softens, and you give him a small smile, “no, he is right but that’s okay, good night, Logan”

As you go to walk inside Logan grabs your arm to stop you, he drops it almost in an instant as he feels a strange scar on your wrist. Your gaze tells him you don’t want him to ask but the feeling of the scar has a question on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t ask, and leaving him behind with questions.

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CheckMate

The Pawn

Yukuza Sukuna x f!reader

What is going on between you and Ryomen Sukuna The King of Curses.

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Since the chess match where you finally told Ryomen your name, it had become usual to play chess with him almost every day. You may have missed his presence on the days you didn’t see him, but you would never admit that even to yourself. The man even started walking you to the café or the library after your matches most of the time joining you for a while. And you talked and talked on and on to him about everything and anything, which was so uncharacteristically like you, more of the silent type. He was just so easy to talk to, words flowing out naturally as if the two of you had been acquainted for much longer. You had never been open to other someone before, like this besides your cousin, the family not allowing for many connections outside of themselves. But this was your little secret; unbeknownst to you, you were also his.

The more time the King of Curses spent with you, the more he realized you truly didn’t have any useful information on the Zennins but for some reason, he could not stop himself from seeing you. If anything, he thought you hated them even more than himself. The way you spoke of them as if the name itself were poison on your tongue, especially when speaking of your cousin who was fulfilling the duties of exactly what a Zennin wife should be doing. Your concern for her was the whole reason that you were in his city, the reason you were always at the Zennin estate. The passion in your voice and your conviction to keep her sane and happy was admirable to him. But at the end of the day, you were just a woman associated by proxy with the wrong people to be around. Your value to his goals of information dwindling more and more every day and yet he couldn’t stop seeing you.

This fact was brought to his full attention as he was preparing for a business trip that was going to take him away for a while. It was an important trip to obtain more legitimate businesses. He needed more revenue above ground, to keep the underground under ground. As he was preparing all the final paperwork to bring with him and any other necessities, he was visited by his most trusted right hand, Urame.

“Sir, before your departure there is something I would like to discuss.” they said, standing in the doorway of his office hands politely crossed in front of them. It wasn’t unusual for them to come speak with him if he was about to depart from the estate for an extended period of time.  Ryomen doesn’t even lift his head to acknowledge them.

“Speak”

“Well sir, it’s about the woman” They start and that immediately pulls his attention to the door. They didn’t have to say who the woman was because it could be no one other than you. “The Zennins have been more active than ever, and I am unsure if she does obtain any information on them. And I do not doubt your judgment or your choices I would never even think of that but it is a concern of mine”

“She should be none of your concern” he starts with a scowl on his face, “There may not be any information that we can get from her but her relationship with them could be useful to us. She is just a pawn to infiltrate their compound. We have no other ins with the Zennins.”

Urame took a small inhale unsure if they believed truly what the head was saying but by the tone in his voice it was best to have those thoughts kept inside. Ryomen’s temper was fickle on the best of days, they have seen him do worse things to people for less.

“Of course, sir, I should have known that there were still plans in motion. My apologies.” A low bow of apology followed the statement.

Ryomen scoffs as he finishes collecting the needed paperwork, “As the head, my decisions should never be questioned. I have built this organization up past what my father and his before him had ever accomplished. I am the reason this place stands today. I built this whole estate. Me and me alone”

It was true, they were one of the oldest still-functioning families, but they were small. The underground dealings they had were local. When Ryomen became head of the family with the death of his grandfather, that’s when they started to expand, he’s the one who put so many people in the positions that they are now. He did what the men before him couldn’t do and he did it in blood. And out of that blood grew an organization that was feared and revered. Even a whisper of the family name would send deeper shivers down the spines of most people. All thanks to Ryomen Sukuna himself.

“Of course, sir, again I apologize.”

“If that’s all you had to say, then you may leave to get my car ready. We have more important things to worry about.” His words made Urame back out of the room with their head still bowed.

Ryomen scoffed at the retreat, how dare anyone even think that they should be conceded for him about you. You were just a means to an end; a pawn being put in a position to secure his territory lines. Nothing more than that, you were nothing more than that. That’s what he kept telling himself, even as the phone in his pocket vibrated, in the back of his mind hoping that it was you. It was you wishing him a safe travel on his trip. No, the King of Curses surely didn’t pause your message. You were just a pawn to him; he had no feelings outside of that. He was not a man capable of those kinds of feelings anyway, but that didn’t stop his response telling you that of course he would be safe and how he planned to beat you in a match when he returns. And of course, the smirk that graced his lips when you replied “you wish” with a heart after it was just because it was obvious his plan was working, and you were becoming fonder of him. It was nothing more than that, nothing more than that.

The soft smile that graced your face as you walked alongside your cousin made her steps falter. She had never seen you look so happy before; she doesn’t think she’s ever seen you smile that wasn’t forced.

“Oh, the apocalypse must be happening” your cousins voice pulls you out of your phone.

“What?” You ask your face returning to its natural resting position.

“You’re smiling at your phone, genuinely smiling. An apocalypse must be coming. There can’t be any other answer.”

“Rae, I was not smiling. And you’re being dramatic. I do smile” you scoff putting your phone up.

“Well of course you smile but you don’t ever genuinely smile like you’re happy about something” she comments nudging you, trying to coax you into spilling the gossip.

“I’ve just been playing chess with someone new,” you say dismissively, not wanting to divulge into something that this wasn’t.

“So not an old man?” Rae raises a suggestive brow at you.

“Well, no. He is not.”

“Ah, you have always been the rebellious one. Now dating a man not picked by the family. How scandalous” She giggles as she takes in your irritated expression.

“We are not dating; we just play chess together” you defend giving her a playful shove

“Just chess huh? Then why does he have your phone number?? Hmmm?? I’m sure those uncles at the park don’t have your number.”

“The uncles don’t even know how to work their phones” you reply with a roll of your eyes ignoring her question. The slight blush she can see creeping up onto your face stops her from teasing you further. She doesn’t point out how you didn’t answer the question of why he has your phone number.

But you do remember the day you gave it to him. He had joined you during one of your study sessions at the café after you demolished him, in a few matches of course. By this time, you had told him that you were getting your PHD in English literature and were working on your dissertation. That day he had asked if he could join you since he had some legal work for one of his businesses to go through. He told small things about the work that he does, you didn’t know exactly what they were, but you could tell it was difficult to deal with, he always had a stressed expression on his face. With his appearance, you wouldn’t have thought he was a businessman but the way he spoke about it you could tell he was responsible for a lot of the decisions, and he took it seriously.

As the two of you sat in the café, you kept stealing glances at him as his gaze is focused on the documents in front of him. He looked more stressed than usual, there was a set to his jaw and a furrow in his brow. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

“Is it complicated paperwork?” You ask taking a sip from your coffee mug, his head slowly rises to meet your gaze, and he looks at you confused. “The legal documents, you look stressed.”

He scoffs as he throws the papers down, “The bastards are trying to get over on me on the sale of this business. They think I’m stupid”

“Hmmn” you consider your next question before asking, “Is it a Japanese business”

“Yeah,” a scowl appeared on his face at the thought of the slimy businessmen behind this deal. He truly does hate the fact that he must maintain some legitimate businesses. It’s always been much easier to take things by force, in blood.

“Have you ever thought about working with foreigners? They’re usually so eager to open businesses here, some even desperate for the market which usually makes their selling prices low.”

A look of surprise that you didn’t expect to see cross his face for just a moment before his brows furrowed again in thought. He never even considered working with foreigners. As he thinks over your words, you’re scribbling down your phone number without a second thought.

“I’m fluent in four different languages, mandarin, German, English, and French. If you ever need a translator.” You suggest as you slide over the paper with your number on it. Your parents always had you be the translator for them with their foreign contacts. It was a skill that your mother deemed necessary, something to make you more useful, more valuable. Your mother knew how easy it was for women to be disposed of in the family.

Ryomen was taken aback by your offer, he had never had anyone besides Urame willingly volunteer to aid him. Everything he had was taken by violence or bribery but here you were offering your services for seemingly nothing in return. He picked up your number from the table, contemplating before pocketing it.

“I’ll consider it.” He states plainly with an almost irritated tone to his voice. “I have to go.”

You tilt your head in the abrupt shift in mood from him, that look making him clench his teeth as he picks up his stuff. His movements rushed as he left without even saying a proper goodbye. The interaction was truly strange to you, but you tried not to dwell on it. That night Ryomen requested Urame to find an interpreter immediately. You don’t see him for a week after that, nor did you text you. And then when he saw you again, already surrounded by the chess-playing uncles he acted as if that weird moment between the two of you never happened. He even texted you that same night, stating he’s been looking into foreign businesses to buy. A sense of pride that you’ve never really felt when it came over you. Your mother always said you had the brains for business but with the family that you were in it was unlikely that you would be able to use it. And yet, you did.

You were still lost in thought on the exchange between you and Ryomen then you didn’t even notice your cousin had stopped walking beside you. Rae clears her throat from a distance to catch your attention.

“Huh?” You spin around realizing that you just left her behind. She giggles as she skips up to come back next to you, looping your arms.

“So we are going to go to my room and you’re going to tell me all about it.” She states before she starts dragging you behind it, ignoring your pleas to just drop it.

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Sleeping Beauty

Aizawa x Reader

hi, i think this is gender neutral? but also i'm in a sensei frenzy so uhm yeah teachers hot on the brain butg also look at me writing an actual drabble.

Aizawa wasn’t happy being dragged to UA halls so late at night because Mic forgot something in his office, but his friend wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked him to accompany him there. A grown man who doesn’t want to go anywhere without his ‘best friend’, how irritating when he was already so exhausted and just wanted to relax in his bed. Aizawa wasn’t paying attention to what Mic was saying as they walked the empty halls until the two came across the faint light left on in the teacher's lounge.

The last person he saw in the teacher's lounge before the end of the day was you. You had claimed you were just going to finish up on getting the student evaluations together and then you would head back home, you promised you weren’t going to stay late, but you had a habit of overworking yourself. He told you explicitly that it wasn’t important for them to be completed that day, but you were stubborn, and when put to a task you were going to complete it.

An exasperated sigh left his lips knowing that you were, probably, in the lounge hopefully at least asleep on the couch in there but most likely not. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he’s caught you sleeping at work, and probably won’t be the last. Present Mic's voice cuts into Aizawa’s thoughts of the possibility of you in the lounge as the louder man questions the light both are seeing.

“Stop yelling” Aizawa cuts off Mic's questions as the two of them walk towards the lounge. As the two approached the room, Aizawa’s suspicions were confirmed as he heard your familiar soft snores coming from inside. Immediately at seeing your sleeping form, Present Mic starts gushing about how cute you are asleep as Aizawa tries to hush him to not disturb you. Although Mic was right, you were adorable when you slept. Your expression is so soft, so relaxed, not your usual frantic busy self.

Mic’s voice cuts Aizawa out of his thoughts again as he asks if they should wake you up so that you can get better rest at home. Aizawa shakes his head, knowing that if they woke you up you would just continue working at home sleep evading you once again, work being your priority over your health. He could admit that you did look uncomfortable while you slept, a pencil still in your hand, your glasses crooked as your face was smushed onto the table you were sitting at, he couldn’t just leave you like that. Aizawa moves without thinking, fetching a sleeping bag he keeps in there for his afternoon naps and laying it on the couch behind you. He delicately takes the pencil out of your hand and the glasses off your face, placing them down next to the copious amounts of paperwork that surround you. Present Mic watches in uncharacteristic silence as his friend gently picks you up, attempting not to wake you from your slumber, and placing you on the couch zipping out the sleeping bag for your comfort. Mic had never seen his friend be so caring to someone else like this, a knowing grin spread across his face as he continued to watch Aizawa get your papers in order. The care that Aizawa was taking with your things, trying not to smudge your glasses or mess up your paper system you had going on made Mic's smile grow even more. Aizawa liked you and liked you a lot, it was obvious, at least to Mic it was. After setting your stuff in order, Aizawa writes a note on one of his sticky notes, placing it on top of your papers.

“What,” Aizawa asks, with the usual bored expression on his face as he finishes with your things, looking at Mic's obnoxious grin. Mic just shook his head, knowing that if he spoke up, he would be too loud and wake you up and that wouldn’t fare well with Aizawa. As the two men leave the lounge, Aizawa takes one last look at you smiling faintly seeing you zipped up in HIS sleeping bag, turning the light off to allow you to get at least a few more hours of sleep.

You woke up in a confused haze. The last thing you remembered was working on the 1-A evaluations, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and finish the final paperwork. But now, you were in the dark and you couldn’t see, if you weren’t so comfortable you probably would have panicked. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that you are still in the teachers’ lounge and the reason you can’t see is that you don’t have your glasses on. All right well, at least you know where you are but then you’re taken aback again as you try to sit up and you realize you’re confined by something. A familiar scent hits your nose as you attempt to free yourself from whatever is confiding in you. Aizawa. It smelled of Aizawa, like coffee and bourbon, and the sweet smell of his vanilla conditioner. Your hand grazes a ripper, ah, you were in a sleeping bag. Aizawa’s sleeping bag. Your face flushes as you look around to see if he is still in there with you, but you are alone. Inhaling deeply as you fight the urge to snuggle deeper into the protective cocoon that you’ve been placed in, almost forgetting the work you had to finish. Eventually, freeing yourself from the sleeping bag, you easily find your glasses on the table with the rest of your things placed, sorted, and finished??? You were sure you weren’t done with everything before you accidentally passed out. As you look over the evaluations, you see a cat-themed sticky note that reads;

stop falling asleep at work, you’re welcome.

You smiled gently to yourself, knowing the culprit behind all of this. You start collecting your things as you try to force back the girlish giggles, he was so cute when he wanted to be. He had tucked you into his sleeping bag and finished the evaluations for you. The two of you had only been growing closer, but you were hoping that one day it could be something more than the simple companionship that the two of you shared.

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Be Nicer to Me

a lil drabble inspired by this post

Content: SFW, a lil suggestive but that's about it.

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No one knew how you kept getting away with it. Law must have hated it. Must have. Every time you gave Law a report or any paperwork, you sat right on the edge of his desk. It didn’t even matter if you were coming to tell him something, you would sit right on his desk legs crossed over one another as you spoke.

At first, Law hated this, and he didn’t know why. He assumed that it was because you were taking up his desk space and it was rude to bother him while he was working. But eventually, he realized it was because you were a distraction. Each time you hopped onto his desk; you distracted him. It wasn’t that you were annoying in the way you distracted him. You distracted him in the way your lips moved as you spoke. He was enchanted by your voice, even if you were just rambling about something he couldn’t NOT listen to what you had to say. Except for right now.

Right now, as you were speaking the only thing Law was focusing on was your lips. His mind going places that it shouldn’t with the thoughts he was having about where your lips could be, where they should be. It wasn’t until he realized that you were calling his name that he snapped out of his fantasies.

“Captain Law, are you even listening to me?!” Your face holding that adorable pout that makes him want to chuckle. You were so cute to him but no, he wasn’t going to tell you that so instead he put a small scowl on his face.

“No, because I’m trying to work here.” He says as his gaze goes back to the papers and books in front of him. With a huff, you hop off his desk.

“It wouldn’t kill you to be nicer to me, Captain” Your little tantrum as you leave his office. If only you knew how nice he really wanted to be to you.

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Loga Howlett:

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[otakubimbo]

This is still going on because the writers room went on strike(depression)

200 Followers Event

edit: i lied this is still going because i went on that lil (very long) hiatus

For the next week I will be taking requests for these prompts.

Rules: Send a number and the ship and I'll get to typing

Fandoms I write for - MHA, Inuyasha, JJK, One Piece, ATSV, Naruto, Bungo Stray Dogs, Bleach, Love and Deep Space

Things I will not write: Incest, Stepcest, Noncon (dub con isn't off limits)

[otakubimbo]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.