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cookiesnt · 3 years ago

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Mondo, Byakuya, Leon, Fuyuhiko+Natsumi, Kazuichi and Korekiyo with a little sister who got appendicitis

tw: Implied neglect in Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi and Korekiyo’s part

My brain decided that it wants to write tonight lol

Mondo:

He noticed that you weren’t yourself and got a bit worried, so he brought you to a doctor he knew he could trust.

That doctor ended up sending you to the hospital for more testing.

Mondo is a very, very protective big brother, so he was fearing the worst.

First Daiya, and now you.

He couldn’t lose you too.

The doctor ended up diagnosing you with appendicitis and recommended surgery.

Mondo agreed. He was terrified of losing you.

When you came back from surgery, he spoiled you rotten.

If you wanted it, you got it.

He never left your side during your recovery, and he has a constant eye on you once you were better.

The fact that even some rival gags left get well soon cards was enough to put him at ease, though.

Byakuya:

Like Mondo, he noticed you weren’t yourself.

You were drowsy, whiny and clingy.

He won’t admit it, but he has a major soft spot for you, so he brought you to the doctor right away.

Of course, it was the top pediatric doctor in all of Japan.

As soon as you got a diagnosis, Byakuya cleared his entire work schedule for the next 2 months.

You went in for surgery and he was by your side when you woke up.

You were given amazing post-op care, but all you cared about was your big brother being with you.

He made it very clear to the entire world that he would not accept so much as a phone call during your recovery.

You were his only priority.

Once you recovered and he went back to work, he made sure you were under constant medical supervision.

He refuses to say he’s overprotective.

Leon:

He was out of town for a game when your parents called him with the news.

“She’s going for surgery, I just thought you should-” “I’ll be on the next plane.” “Wait wha- Hello? Leon?!”

Sure enough, he was in the room when you woke up.

You hadn’t seen him in over two months because of school and his games, so you were very happy to see him.

“You really came to see me?” “Of course! That’s what big brother’s are for!”

The whole team sent you get well soon cards and gifts.

Your hospital room was super decked out.

For support, Leon’s team did a game to raise money for the hospital you were in.

It was a huge success and raised a lot of money.

Once you recovered, he went back to travelling and doing school, but now he called you every single night.

Fuyuhiko:

Natsumi was the once to point out that something seemed wrong.

Against your parents wishes, they brought you to a doctor.

Once the doctor said you needed surgery, they panicked.

You needed your parents to sign of on the surgery, and since your parents had no need of you, they refused.

Fuyuhiko ended up bribing the doctors.

He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you to be okay. Natsumi felt the same way.

Your parents weren’t there when you woke up, but your brother and sister were.

“How ya feelin’, kiddo? Any pain?” “Mm... Fuyu...”

You were very clingy during your recovery.

Your siblings didn’t mind and coddled you during the entire process.

Once you wet back home, they were scolded by your parents.

They never apologized, however.

Instead, they just made a promise to protect you even more.

Fuyuhiko even made a silent promise to have your parents ‘removed’ once he had the power to do so...

Kazuichi:

When he realized you were sick, he hated that there was nothing he could do.

Your father would rather die than bring you to a doctor, as he saw you as a burden more than anything.

Kazuichi ended up asking the school for help.

The school had a lot of power, and you ended up being removed from the home and placed under the schools care.

You were sent for immediate surgery.

The doctor told Kazuichi that if you waited any longer, you might not have survived.

It was terrifying for him to hear.

His entire class, despite never meeting you, made cards and sent balloons and toys.

Once you recovered, you stayed with him in his dorm.

He made a promise to always protect and keep you safe.

He wasn’t going to let you suffer again.

Korekiyo:

He found out when he got a call from the hospital in your hometown.

You had fainted in class and were rushed to the hospital, where you were given a diagnosis.

He tried to get ahold of your parents, but never got a response.

The hospital ended up operating on you without parental consent, but the doctor said he had done it numerous times when there was obvious neglect.

Once Korekiyo arrived at the hospital, he never left your side.

Being in a hospital was incredibly difficult for him, especially since he was once again dealing with an ill sibling.

This time, however, your parents weren’t even pretending to care.

The one time they came to visit was the time they told him to take care of you.

You never saw them again.

He didn’t care one bit. All that mattered was your safety.

Even if it meant abandoning his studies, he protected you.

“My sweet dear... You will never need to worry about neglect and fear ever again... Not while I am here to guard you...”

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.16

No One

02/04/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,025

Warnings: angst, jealousy, crying, infertility, talk of pregnancy, trouble conceiving, smut, LOTS of fluff

A/N: I’m sorry this one took me a bit to get out. I know y’all tell me not to be sorry but I am still sorry lol I stopped taking my endo meds since I can no longer afford them with no healthcare, I got my period and my endo said FUCK YOU! I was in bed for the entirety of my period with no energy to do anything but lay there and do nothing. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’ve been excited to get to this chapter and I hope it’s worth the wait. Thank you for any comments or reblogs! xoxo

Thor has never been so eager to get back to New Asgard. Even back in the beginning when Jane had been living with him in those first small houses that they’d built when his new Kingdom was nothing but a distant dream.

Even then, this sensation of yearning had not been so strong.

Every moment away from you has been unbearable. The detour he’d taken after just arriving only increased his desire because if seeing Jane has shown him anything it’s that he has indeed made the right choice.

He really hadn’t doubted it, but it’s nice to know that even with Jane standing inches away from him, his heart had not pounded. His breath had not caught. His fingers had not tingled as they once had in their wish to touch.

Her brown eyes, once beyond beautiful, are indeed still pretty. However, they aren’t yours. Yours that look at him with an innocent admiration. Love pours from them so freely. Eagerly.

You’re not afraid to show him how you feel and it takes his breath away how much you’ve given into loving him.

All he can do is try to return your love with the same fervor. So far he thinks he has been doing the job well.

As he struts forward towards your shared bedroom, he reaches into his cloak, down along his left hip to unhook a small leather satchel bulging with its contents.

Smiling down at what he hopes will be a welcome and pleasing gesture, he makes to open the doors to the room but finds them thrust out towards him.

Instinctively his hand twitches around the satchel, almost throwing his palm out to call his remade hammer, but he resists.

From his bedroom spill two beings. One Asgardian, one human. The doors swing shut behind them.

“Doctor Wilson? Alric?” Thor teeters back onto his right foot, completely surprised to see them. “What brings-?”

Both of them look grave and Thor’s heart hits the pit of his stomach. All of the strength in the universe leaves him in one terrifying instant.

“Is Y/N alright? Is she hurt? Injured? Has something happened?”

In his panic he begins to push through them and they move aside for him but before he can open the doors to get in to see you, Alric reaches out to place his hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Just our monthly visit, nothing to fret about Your Majesty,” Alric assures him and yet, Thor’s squirming nerves are not put at ease. “Unfortunately things do not look well for an heir as of now.”

“They don’t exactly look bad either, Alric,” Doctor Wilson interjects. “We’re in uncharted territory, Your Majesty. We have to play this as it comes at us. I’m sure with Alric’s help we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Their words at the moment aren’t making any sense to Thor. All he wants is to see you.

“Right…” he says on reflex, but his voice is weak.

His mind on you and only you.

“She is a little melancholy after our news so, perhaps it’s best we let you go see her. Until next month, Your Majesty,” Doctor Wilson gives him a curtsy. “If you need us before then, you have our numbers.”

Alric gives Thor a bow and the two of them march off, Alric lugging a strange metal case along with him.

With nothing to hold him back now, Thor pulls the doors open and hurries inside.

He scans the room from the left to the right, expecting you in the bathroom but you aren’t there. Several of the doors to the balcony are open letting in a much warmer breeze than this morning but still very cool.

Thor finally spots you sitting at your vanity, your hand pressed to the inside of your elbow as you hold a small cotton ball against the point at which one of your doctors probably drew some blood.

Even that tiny sting of a needle piercing your beautiful skin makes his heart ache. Any pain you feel is his own and he can’t believe he forgot what today was.

“Cherub?”

You don’t look at him and instead keep your hand pressed tightly, fingers moving in slow and small circles.

He can’t see your face from here. You’re turned away, sitting with your gaze trained on the balcony doors closest to your vanity.

Thor can’t take you not looking at him. He sets his satchel on the chaise at the end of the bed and when he reaches your left side, he squats down so that he can look up at you, his right hand taking gentle hold under your left bicep. His left hand he places over your right one, pressed against the inside of your left elbow.

“I’m sorry about today. I forgot they were coming for your tests,” Thor confesses, feeling so guilty he could leap from the balcony and welcome the pain of any bones he might break.

The silence is heavy and he thinks he might really be in for it and opens his mouth to plead for your forgiveness when you give him relief, “So did I.”

He breathes in deeply and with a wave of relief releases his worries in a gust of air.

“Alric said that things did not look good. You’re not with child?”

Even though he knows, he still needs to hear you say it. He wants to know what you’re thinking to make whatever is making your face look so sad go away.

He takes his right hand and runs it along your lower back instead, rubbing in what he hopes is a soothing way.

Finally, you turn your head towards your vanity and he can see more of your heartbreaking expression. He hasn’t seen that loss of hope in your beautiful face since the night you begged him not to make a fool of you just before dinner on a night that feels a lifetime away.

“No, it-it wasn’t a no. The test was inconclusive.”

“Inconclusive? So, what does that mean? Does that mean they don’t know?” Thor asks, confusion twisting his handsome face.

“No, it just means that the test didn’t come back in any way that they could read it. We’re not exactly the same species even if we are compatible physically, we don’t know if we can even get pregnant. They took more of my blood and are going to do the test with more reliable equipment.

“They’ll call when they know something,” you sigh heavily, leaning back against your seat and trapping his hand between it and your body.

Thor tries to think of what he can say to make you feel better. What can he do?

And then what he has to say doesn’t matter as you turn to meet his gaze with your own full of betrayal and suspicion.

When your mouth parts, your words freeze him and his brain short circuits.

“I saw you with Jane earlier on the tower, Thor. I’m sorry but I-I thought you were going to come find me as soon as you got back, not your ex.”

You take a deep breath and Thor watches as your nerves spill forward, your lips trembling as you slowly exhale and all of your fears shine out through the depths of your eyes.

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“Why are you crying, cherub?” Thor gushes, pulling his hand from your back to turn your seat to face him.

He cups both sides of your face, his large thumbs wiping away at the tears that spring forward.

It had seriously messed with you to see him and Jane so happy and close earlier. And then the tests and Doctor Alric and Doctor Wilson had no idea what was wrong with them so that was stressing you out.

All of your jealousy and frustration pours out of you suddenly. So fast and so unrelenting that with just this small bit of affection from Thor makes you shut your eyes tight as you sob two-three times.

“Y/N...no, my love, please. Don’t cry,” Thor begs, his own throat tight as he pulls you towards him.

You let him hold you because as insecure as you feel, as upset as this morning has made you, his love still feels real. The softness in his voice doesn’t sound fake and as much as he is the source of one of the aches in your chest, he’s your comfort now too.

How fucked up is that?!

He caresses the back of your head as you bury it against his shoulder, slumped down a little because of how low he is in his squat.

His other arm is wrapped all the way around you, firm. Possessive and eager to make you feel better. Can you trust this display?

Until this morning you had no reason to doubt it.

“We will have our baby soon, I know it. I can feel it. I’m not only the God of Thunder, you know? Trust me, cherub. I know these things. We’ll have our little one before you know it.”

He sounds so confident, so sure. He’s lost that tightness in his throat a little and he pushes you back so that he can look into your eyes, quickly wiping away at the saltwater stains on your cheeks.

“As for your former worry, I went to the tower because the lights were on. I wasn’t sure who was there so I simply went to check. I wasn’t expecting Jane out of all the people it could have possibly been.

“I’d hoped it was you, finally making use of the tower for your own office to write or perhaps your own personal library?” Thor’s instincts on what you might want a private space to be.

You suddenly feel foolish for doubting him for even a second. It makes you cry again, and you bury your face in your hands.

“No, my love, please don’t cry anymore,” he continues to beg. “Look, I’ve brought you a gift.”

He gets up suddenly and moves towards the package he’d been carrying when he came in. It wasn’t large. About the size of a shoebox.

“I thought of you when I was passing over Paris on my way home. You can eat them all at once or slowly, whichever you prefer,” He flips open the leather satchel and from inside pulls a thick and shiny rust colored box with a satin brown ribbon that delicately holds it closed.

It looks expensive and he doesn’t wait for you to take it since you’re too busy wiping at your cheeks and sniffling to grab it. He pushes the ribbon off of the box then removes the lid and places it underneath while tossing the ribbon onto your vanity.

“I’m not sure what each of them is, but you don’t have to eat the ones you don’t like. I’ll eat them for you,” he pushes fancy gold tissue paper aside to expose the contents within.

Inside the box is a tray of twenty-four chocolate pieces. Some of them have designs painted on them with what is more likely more chocolate in bright colors and patterns. Other pieces look to be decorated in plain chocolate with small embossed hearts, triangles, or teeny tiny bows.

The box is too thick for this to be all there is, so you’re pretty sure there are two trays of chocolates.

“Do you like them?” Thor checks, his voice light and rising at the end gently almost as if he’s talking to a small child which maybe should offend you?

But it doesn’t because you know that’s not what he means by the tone he’s using. He’s being as gentle with you as he can in your moment of sad anxiety and you love him so much for it.

“They’re so pretty…” you hiccup, wishing you weren’t so emotional and crying all over his lovely gift.

“That’s not all,” he tells you, putting the chocolates on your vanity to free up his hands to reach into his satchel again.

You quickly cover the chocolates, pushing the ribbon around the sleek container before they can be ruined.

Thor tosses the satchel onto the chaise with a flick of his wrist but draws your attention to him when he places another box on your lap. This one is much smaller, but wide and square.

“Happy two months of marriage, cherub,” Thor says softly, then carefully lifts the lid of his second gift.

Nestled within lush purple velvet is a beautiful platinum chain, thin, short so that the gorgeous lotus flower with your birthstone gem settled at its very center will sit just below your collarbone.

“It’s so beautiful, Thor.”

All of a sudden you’re crying again.

Thor smiles and rises again, taking the necklace from inside the box which he tosses onto the chaise too before moving around behind you to slip the necklace around your neck.

You reach up to place your fingers on the pretty flower, sniffling and trying not to make your crying too vocal but a sob or two slips out.

Thor moves back around you and takes a long look at your mess of a face before he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, “Come here, love.”

He waits for you to stand then takes your spot on your seat but then leads you down onto his lap.

Reaching up with his hand, he gives the back of your neck a squeeze while his other hand finds a resting spot on your thigh.

“Is it Jane still upsetting you?” he guesses.

You nod, unwilling to say it aloud.

“Why? What exactly is it that’s troubling you?”

He genuinely doesn’t seem to understand. While he might understand your nerves about her, the reason you’re still crying is lost on him.

You don’t want to say, but Thor bounces you a little in his lap, taking his hand to caress the side of your face and hold your gaze.

“Nothing you can say will make me love you any less.” A promise.

“When I saw you two this morning, you just looked so h-happy,” your lip quivers. “You looked happy. Pleased. You were smiling that one smile that’s only supposed to be mine.”

For some reason Thor’s chest puffs up a little, a proud fix to his chin as he reaches up to grab yours and give your head a little shake.

“It is all yours, cherub. I am completely yours. I was so happy when I was with Jane this morning because I felt nothing of what I’d once felt for her. I had no stuttering in my heart, no butterflies in my belly. I wasn’t taken by her eyes or tempted by her lips.”

“Alright, I get the picture,” you grumble, hating everything he’s describing even though you know he’s telling you that he wasn’t feeling any of it.

He chuckles, bringing his hand down to rest on your hip.

“I was happy because Jane is no longer the source of all of that for me. You are. All meeting her so unexpectedly proved is that I am more in love with you than I ever thought I could be. You were my arranged match. The most I had ever expected was friendship. And when that turned into more, I wondered if it could really be more than what I ever felt for Jane and it is.

“Jane was always a dear love but you are family. It’s only been a short time since we married but you are more my love than Jane ever was. You’re my cherub!”

He doesn’t wait for you to recover from his little speech. He hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

It quickly changes and shifts and the lonely night you’d spent tense and worried, missing him, explodes you onto him. You’re both a frenzy of movement, Thor ripping away at his armor until he’s in the plain dark undershirt and a very small pair of black briefs.

You’re about to push him onto your bed when he suddenly grabs you and tosses you around his massive body and onto the bed to bounce as you land with a gasp.

He shoves his briefs down, still kicking them away as he steps towards you and gathers the long skirts of your dress higher and higher around your hips.

“Thor…” you whisper, a gasp of anticipation which drives him a little wild as he yanks you closer to the edge of the bed and thrusts into you with a shaky groan.

He goes still for a moment, hooking his hands around your thighs more securely. He bottoms out, sheathing his cock within you until you reach down to scratch at the bottom of his shirt then his hands as you fall back against the bed.

“Please,” you plead and he quickly obliges.

He pumps into you, filling you to the brim with no intention of ever stopping.

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You and Thor eventually come out of your room. You dressed in your carefully chosen dress and Thor a little less regal in a pair of crisp dark jeans, and layered up in a green sweater over a blue button up collar shirt over a plain white t-shirt.

Honestly though, even in his slightly more casual ensemble, Thor screams royalty. He’s so beautiful.

Both of you giggling like giddy kids, he pulls you closer and loops your arm through his.

It makes you happy that he likes you close by. He proves it now as he leans down to whisper so that only you can hear him as the palace staff moves about cleaning and fixing up the rooms that have been used throughout the day.

“I’m a little glad you’ve decided not to use the tower for a workspace.” Thor confesses.

“How come?” you wonder, turning your face to look at him, genuinely curious as to the change of mind. He’d been so insistent before about you having your own personal space to work in peace where no one could bother you and you didn’t have to give up writing your stories even if you were now Queen of New Asgard.

“I don’t know if I could stand having you that far away from me. Our night apart has only driven that home for me. I want you always at my side.”

His sentiment is sweet and you stop to turn and face him, reaching up to place your hands on his bearded cheeks to smoosh them because he’s so damn adorable. He’s massive so you have to push yourself up, lifting your heels a little to do so comfortably.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly lovable that makes you?” you ask.

He smiles despite you morphing his face, beaming down at you with a look that must mean he loves you. Everything he says has to be true. The more you think about it, the more you realize that your jealousy, while founded, doesn’t make any sense now that you’re married.

Not after everything the two of you have shared and been through. Not after all the time you’ve spent building this foundation with him.

“Quite a lot more than I was before?” he guesses. “Only, maybe not when I go to the bathroom?”

Through your smile you tilt your head to the side a little, confused by his amendment to his desires.

“Why?” What difference does it make?

He drops his voice to a whisper and leans down a little closer to you, “Sometimes I have smelly poops.”

You’re not expecting that and throw your head back as a loud unfiltered laugh rips through you. The movement pulls you down flat onto your feet but Thor catches you with one arm around your waist to pull you back up onto your toes and against his hard body.

He’s laughing too as he dips down and kisses your laughing mouth, silencing you a little so that it’s only air slipping through your lips as you kiss him back.

It’s just a long held peck. He’s relishing in the feel of your lips against his as your body shakes with more laughter.

Still laughing with you, Thor pulls back and gripes, “Stop laughing and kiss me!”

You drop your head against his chest as you keep laughing, unable to help it because the cuteness of him being self-conscious about his smelly poops is too much for you to handle.

Especially considering that you’ve both already been in the bathroom together when the other is using the toilet.

He loosens his arm around your waist so that you fall down a little further but keeps his hand resting on the small of your back while the other hand he places on the back of your head, caressing it as you chuckle weakly from laughing so much.

The sound of a clearing throat brings both your heads turning to the end of the hallway.

Your visiting trio stand there, Tony smirking, Bruce smiling shyly, Jane averts her eyes.

“Uh, get a room?” Tony suggests, but you can tell from his tone that he’s only teasing.

“Where do you think we’ve been all morning?” Thor grins, readjusting with you to hook your arm on his elbow before leading you towards your guests.

“So that’s what those screams were,” Tony counters.

Thor wiggles his eyebrows at them but your neck burns and your mouth pops open in surprise and embarrassment.

You start to fret, hands fluttering up towards your new necklace as you look from Tony to Jane, who’s looking at her shoes, to Bruce who is smiling with his own laughter in his eyes.

“Was I-? I didn’t mean to-! Thor, I didn’t know that I was being-” your panic is real and your heart is thrumming a million miles an hour.

“He’s teasing you, cherub, don’t worry,” Thor assures you, dropping your arm from his elbow to wrap his own arm around your waist to pull you into his side again.

You turn to Tony and he’s laughing a little. Not maliciously, just purely entertained by your reaction.

“I-a joke?” you ask him, still uncertain.

“Sorry,” Tony says, nodding. “Just a joke.”

You swallow hard, trying to settle your heartbeat.

Thor kisses your head and like a switch is flipped, all of them shift into work mode.

“Have you started installing the security system?” Thor asks Tony and all together the five of you move down into the lowest level of the palace which actually happens to be a dungeon?

You’re not really listening to their conversation as you move with them, still flustered about you possibly letting all of your sex noises reverberate through the halls of the palace for everyone to hear, but when you reach a large vault-like door, you start to focus again.

As the heavy door slides open like part of some futuristic spaceship, you’re thrown into a large room about the size of the throne room where you’d had your wedding reception only it looks nothing like the rest of the palace.

This place looks more like the Avengers compound. High-tech stations line the walls, large monitors with readings you don’t understand and camera footage from places you recognize from around New Asgard and the palace itself.

There’s a full crew working all of the stations, Asgardians and humans, all of them wearing the same charcoal gray uniforms, splashes of gold and red like Thor’s cape on their shoulders and chests.

As you and Thor enter, they stop what they’re doing to stand at attention, bowing to both of you as Thor leads you to the center of the room where a large stone table is set with schematics of plans that you don’t understand.

Tony moves over to them and starts to sift through the many scrolls all laid out for viewing while Thor nods to the crew.

“At ease, my friends.”

He’s so nice. The crew fall back into their respective jobs.

One of them moves towards a large screen against the wall, a TV you realize, playing different news footage from all over the world.

He flips to another channel and you pull away from Thor to walk and stand beside the crewman who stands taller once you’re beside him.

He turns to you and gives you a quick bow, “Your Majesty.”

Turning to him, you smile and then look back at the screen, “To monitor any weird things happening around Earth?”

“Yes, m’am,” he asserts then flips the channel again.

This time it’s a documentary style report, you see a familiar scene. New York in shambles as Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow, the Hulk, Captain America, and your Thor fight off the invading Chitauri.

Slowly another body settles beside you, its warmth drawing your attention to it.

“I still remember that day, sort of,” Bruce says gently, his voice always so easy and calm.

It’s hard to believe he can turn into the giant Hulk in seconds.

“Was it scary?”

“Sort of. I think for me, I was just worried that Hulk would hurt someone other than the aliens. But by then I think he understood what side we were on.” Bruce nods.

“But, aren’t you the Hulk?” His words confuse you a little.

“Well, yeah, but also no. He’s like another half of me? If that makes sense? I haven’t worked out how to combine both sides yet. I’m there, I’m just...it’s like someone takes who you are and reduces you to your most basic instincts.

“We’re almost like two different people but we’re also the same person. I’m working on understanding our connection better. Underneath the Hulk, I’m still me. I’m still there I think. I’m just trapped for some reason.”

The two of you watch the screen in silence for a moment then Thor shows up, blasting the Chitauri with his lightning. He looks a little different because he has both eyes and his hair!

“Thor had long hair,” you realize, gushing a little.

“Did I look better with long hair?” his deep voice slips into your right ear and you jump not having been expecting it.

“Not better,” you promise him, smiling at him before turning your eyes back on the TV. “Just different. It suits you.”

“Should I grow it back?”

With excitement, you turn to face him and he chuckles at whatever look you have in your eyes, “Would you? Wouldn’t it bother you?”

“If it will make you look at me the way you’ve been staring at me on that television, I will go out and buy a wig.”

You laugh and Thor leans down to give you a quick peck.

“It’s that time of year I guess,” Tony says, sliding over to stand on Bruce’s other side where Jane is already standing having moved over at some point.

She still hasn’t said anything.

“What time of year?” You wonder.

“Oh, in Spring they always start to play footage on some of the news channels about Loki’s party days in New York. Some type of anniversary celebration or something? Only it’s more like a wake.”

“It’s a memorium,” you realize, then look at Thor who seems to sense your upset.

He wraps his arm around you and settles in beside you, kissing the top of your head again.

“Where is Loki?” you ask him, frowning with worry and wondering if it must upset him to have one of his biggest mistakes thrown in his face for weeks.

“He’s tending to business with the guard. He’ll come find us when he’s finished,” Thor promises.

After a tense moment, Tony claps his hands and then pats Bruce’s shoulder, “Shall we? Pepper wants me home by Friday so that we can explore the wonderful art of tantric massage.”

As Bruce turns to follow Tony back to the center table where a new console computer has come from a panel at the center you hadn’t noticed, he gives him a skeptical look.

“Pepper? Are you sure it isn’t you pushing the tantric massage?” Bruce sounds like he already knows the answer.

Tony shrugs, “I’m not the bossy anymore.”

You look back at the TV, your worry only spiking at the thought of Loki coming down here and finding all of you watching.

“Change it to something else,” you tell the crewman. “Make sure no one puts it on that channel again.”

“Yes, m’am,” he bows his head in obedience and quickly changes the channel while moving to a small box hooked up to it where a small screen comes out and he quickly goes about pressing buttons hopefully blocking any and all sources of that footage so that Loki doesn’t accidentally have his face shoved into his past.

“Don’t worry, my cherub. Loki is well aware of what the Earth grieves at this time of year. He won’t be blindsided by it.”

“I still don’t like it,” you insist, unable to shake the frown from your face.

“Thor?” Jane’s voice interrupts you both softly.

He looks at her and you give her a glance before turning to look at the news reports on the TV.

“I’m gonna need one of these mainframes for the telescope. Which one can I take?”

“Right,” Thor nods, “Of course. Let’s find you a place to work.”

Before he leaves you he leans in and kisses the side of your head again, squeezing your hip before he moves with Jane away towards the many workstations in the very large room.

After getting everything sorted out this morning, your heart doesn’t even sway towards jealousy and even though you’re worried about Loki, you breathe a sigh of relief that your realization about Thor’s loyalty has really engrained itself into you.

He loves you and nothing will change that. Even as they laugh somewhere behind you, your confidence doesn’t waver.

You reach up and touch the lotus on your necklace, a shining reminder of Thor missing you on his very first night away from you since your wedding.

You’re sure now that no one will ever come between you and Thor.

No one.

#a wife for thor #king!thor x reader #arranged marriage au #royal au #thor x reader #king!thor x reader fanfiction #king!thor x reader fanfic #king!thor x reader fic #king!thor x you #thor x reader fanfiction #thor x reader fanfic #thor x reader fic #thor x you #marvel au #marvel fanfiction

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yourlunarspice · 2 years ago

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Hope your day is going well!!!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

My day is going alright, thanks for asking, Kiya <3!

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

ALL OF THEMMMM Lol, yes, but there are a few I repeatedly go back to. I've made a list of how many times each character has suffered in my stories (not including WIPs). Right now, Bakugou is in the lead with 17, but Shinsou and Kaminari are right behind him with 15 and 13, respectively. After that comes Aizawa (12), Todoroki (9), and Kirishima (9). I love making each of these characters suffer so much, because their personalities and/or backstories make it so easy. It's so easy to twist their lives into something worth crying over.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This was really difficult to narrow down, but I think I've found one of my favorite pieces of dialogue. It's from my fic Tidal Wave (the second in its series). It's a bit on the longer side, so I stuck it under a Read More. The context is that Aizawa is finally confronting Shinsou about his increasingly-reckless vigilantism as a coping mechanism for Kaminari's illness. I'm proud of it because there's so much emotion in both of their voices, but there's also exposition, not only for the situation, but also how both Aizawa and Shinsou feel about everything. Everything is paced out realistically and you can feel their desperation, Aizawa's to save Shinsou, and Shinsou's to do something to save Kaminari.

“What the fuck have you been thinking?!”

Hitoshi couldn’t help flinching. He knew that Aizawa and Yamada didn’t approve of his vigilantism – it was the main reason why he had moved out – but he hadn’t thought it would make Aizawa so angry.

Aizawa continued, “Every night I worry that you might not come back from your little ‘outings’. But I never know because you never return any of our texts or calls. And tonight, I get a call because I’m still your emergency contact and I find out that you have been destroying your body day after day, being increasingly reckless as you ignore the Hero Code and your own morals!”

Hitoshi looked down and traced an old scar on his forearm.

“Answer me, dammit!”

The teenager looked up, glaring into blazing red eyes as his patience ran out. “What else am I supposed to do?! Waste away while Denki is suffering on the other side of the mirror? I know that I can still save him. I just need to be stronger! Otherwise, I have nothing left!”

The older man reeled back as if slapped. “Nothing left?” he hissed incredulously. “Nothing left?! You have us! Your family! Your parents and your little sister! Are you really willing to throw all of that away for someone who is essentially brain-dead?!”

Hitoshi gaped at the audacity.

Aizawa continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love him too. He was my student and I did all I could to help him. So did you. But now there’s nothing left. So please, come home.”

Hitoshi trembled, his rage tinting his vision red. His hands clenched into fists, thin sheets bunching between his fingers. “How can you say that?! He’s still in there, he just needs the right help! We just need to try harder! How can you just give up on him? I still love him!”

“And what are you going to do if he still can be helped? You’re not a doctor or a psychologist and your Quirk isn’t going to work against someone who’s not in his right mind.”

Tears spilled out of his eyes and down his cheeks. “You don’t know that! It could be just what he needs to get into his right mind!”

Aizawa set his jaw. “I’m taking you home. And I don’t want you visiting Kaminari anymore.”

#my writing #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #dysphoria in rubies gold lilac and emerald #hitoshi shinsou #denki kaminari #shouta aizawa

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festeringneondistraction · 2 years ago

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I want to write poetry again but its just not happening!

Lately I've been so in my head. So many feelings and worries, its just real mental illness hours so in other words: I'm going through it. I've been journaling and posting and that's all fine and good but usually I can take those base thoughts and flesh them out into poetry! I'm very creatively frustrated right now because I have the urge to create but I just... cant. I try!! I definitely try and its not that I'm being a perfectionist about it at least not consciously. I firmly believe in making not-good art just for the sake of art. Bad art is amazing! But its just lots of stress intrusive thoughts then just TV static. The combination of extreme near constant anxiety, and brain fog.

Just to clarify somethings I'm at a very difficult season of my life right now for a lot of reason. I'm also a bit of an neurological alphabet soup (multiple diagnosis) so this is what I'm dealing with. Side note self-diagnosis is valid and you can kindly leave my blog if you think its not :). I'm just clarifying what doctors have told me and what else might be going on. Also I realize some of these are so co-morbid that its a bit redundant but I'm just listing it anyway.

CONFRIMED: Autism, depression, PTSD, ADHD, Social Anxiety/general anxiety, dyspraxia (also called developmental coordination disorder), dermatillomania, and a nice history of self-harm.

COMPLICATED: Chronic migraine (I do get migraines fairly consistently with aura I've had doctors acknowledge my migraines but no official diagnosis yet) mysophobia, ARFID (its extreme obvious for me that I have very real and severe food issues, I've just never talked to a doctor), dyslexia and dyscalculia. I was pretty much treated for both and struggled in those areas significantly. Just never put on paper to my knowledge.

SUSPECTED: OCD, maybe all of this is just CPTSD? who knows.

What im trying to say is there is a lot to unpack in my brain. For anyone who actually read this far thank you i love you id love to talk :)! But really who knows what's causing what sometimes. And when you struggle with brain fog and poor introspection??? What am I even supposed to do.

Id also like to mention im a daily weed smoker. I try not to smoke all day I try and wait till (weirdly enough) 4:20 is actually a great time of day to start lol. But seriously i at bare minimum wait till 420 I usually try to go a little longer.

Weed is one of the only thing that helps with the anxiety. As I am reading all this back and my landry list of diagnosis is right in front of me.... WOW im a high anxiety person. and there's shit I didn't even mention. It all really loops back to Autism and Anxiety. Its to the point where ill go to a friends house.. im feeling anxious but excited and I think im masking well. Then after like two minutes of talking to me my friend will almost always say "Shade you need more weed." Like damn is it that bad. People find it hard to talk to me sometimes because im so high anxiety these days. It used to be that I could talk to anyone and make them feel comfortable. I might be freaking out the whole time but It used to be that I was so good at masking my anxiety and autism people wouldn't notice.

Also hi! My name is Shade and yes its my actual legal name. This rant about poetry turned into like a mental illness recap and informal intro. If my blog gets even the tiniest bit of attention i'll do a proper more light hearted intro. Just really speaks to the ADHD I guess. I have so much more to say but if I let myself keep typing it will become a compulsion and I wont stop for hours so Im done now :)

#actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #alphabet soup #neurodivergent #autism #actually autistic #anxiety things #anxious #actually adhd #brain fog #poetry #prose #writerscommunity #writers block

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yuexuan · 3 years ago

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Fiction recommendation 21

Time for some more fic recs because its been awhile since I did them!

1. 幻想农场 (Fantasy Farm)

Author: 西子绪

Farming/slice of life, food fic, supernatural, mythology

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

After being fired, Lu Qingjiu finally decided to return to his hometown to farm.

At first, he started raising a pig, and then he found that the pig could solve more high-level math questions than he could.

After that, he started raising a flock of chickens, and then he found that his own fighting ability was one-tenth of that of a single chicken.

Finally, Lu Qingjiu finally realised that this old home wasn’t quite right… Especially a certain person by his side who constantly stared at him day in and day out.

Lu Qingjiu: “Are you drooling because of the spicy stir-fry I’m holding or because of me?”

Bai Yuehu pointed at the stir-fry.

Lu Qingjiu: “Then can you let go??”

Bai Yuehu reluctantly glanced at Lu Qingjiu’s arm, before loosening his teeth.

Comments:

My first thought is: don’t read this fic when you’re hungry. Every chapter is filled with delicious descriptions of food that’ll make one’s mouth water. The novel makes a lot of references to creatures from the Classics of the Mountains and Seas, which is a delight to learn about. An easy-to-read, fun novel.

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation

2. 全球高考 (Global Examination)

Author: 木苏里

Infinite flow, suspense, action

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

One day, You Huo and his famiIy was puIIed into an exam caIIed the GIobaI University Entrance Examination. Going through exams together with other unfortunate examinees, their Iives are put at stake and they can only Iive by passing each exam. However, something about these exams and the system controIIing it didn’t seem right — lt seemed to be trying to trap the examinees with ridiculous ruIes and strange questions…

There, You Huo meets lnvigiIator 001 who seems to hoId a key to the past he no Ionger remembered and, together, they go through the exam, unravelling the mysteries behind their past and the system.

Tldr: A pair of chaotic madmen work together to go against the examination system while feeding the readers dogfood.

Comments:

I admit that I didn’t like the story when I first started reading it. But as the story progresses, the rules of the examination fall into place and the different examinations got very challenging and interesting. The whole power couple and stranger-to-lover tropes are an added highlight.

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation | Audio drama | Manhua

3. 全球上线 (Earth Online)

Author: 莫晨欢

Infinite flow, suspense, survival, action

Summary:

Six months ago, tens of thousands of huge towers appeared all over the world, floating over cities. No one could do anything about them.

Half a year later, people are used to the towers and learned to ignore them.

One day Tang Mo saw a bug fly towards one of the towers and hit it.

The next day, a child's voice announced to the entire world: Ding dong! 15th November, 2017, the earth went online.

The three iron rules of the towers: (1) The towers shall explain everything. (2) The game time starts from 6:00 - 18:00. (3) All players please try their best to attack and defeat the towers.

Comments:

Another suspenseful infinite flow stories. I love the smart power couple dynamic, how the two of them become powerful when they collaborate, but are also equally capable of defeating the towers’ levels by themselves. Moreover, all the characters don’t have your typical “oh let me be a hero and save everyone” complex. They all weighed the benefits and costs at each turn and are capable of making decisions that best maximize their chances of survival - whether that is ruthlessly killing other players or extending a saving hand. All the powers and items that the players received and the world-building are very unique (especially Tang Mo’s and his book haha). This one is gonna challenge your brain a bit, but definitely worth a read.

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation

4. 不要在垃圾桶里捡男朋友 (Don’t pick up boyfriends from the trash bin)

Author: 骑鲸南去

Infinite flow, transmigration

Summary [from novel updates]:

Chi Xiaochi: fourth-rate citizen at birth, three-time award-winning film emperor, second-rate temper, first-class looks. He crawled his way out of hell on hard mode to become a winner at life.

Then, he was smashed into a vegetative state by a chandelier.

061: Hello, here’s a brief rundown on the scum gong reconditioning system. This system measures the regret level of the scum gong. Every time their regret level reaches one hundred points, you will be able to leave the current world. A friendly tip, usually, through dedication and self-sacrifice, our employees slowly foster a sense of dependency in the scum gongs, gradually making it so the scum gongs can’t live without them.

Chi Xiaochi: How many regret points is a complete loss of reputation and standing worth? How about a fall from grace? Or wanting something but never being able to obtain it?

061: ……

Comment:

Don’t let the title fool you. I entered the novel thinking it’s some meet-cute modern-day slice-of-life comedy, but it turns out to have some really good angst and adventure moments in there. Heck, it’s been awhile since I cried for a novel. :’)

There are ten arcs (i.e. worlds) that the protagonist enters, each with its own backstory, so this novel might feel longer than the usual danmei. Nevertheless, I enjoyed all the details placed into each world and all the side characters. I also like that the protagonist is very smart and cunning and he grows throughout the different worlds. The only con I’ll say to this is that everything proceeds a bit too smoothly, especially with the golden finger of 061, so the protagonist can come off as being too OP. Nevertheless, the ending and last world are just huge tear-jerkers.

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation

5. 迪奥先生 (Mr. Dior)

Author: 绿野千鹤

Comedy, fluff, romance

Summary [from novel updates]:

One day, Zhang Chenfei met a car accident. Fortunately, he didn’t suffer any serious physical injuries. However, due to the impact of the car crash, his brain’s perception of the real world had turned into that of the novel that he was reading prior to the accident. The thing that horrified his wife, Jiao Qi, was… the Smart Brain, Louis XIII downloaded a series of books which meant that his husband would turn into a different character each time!

How will our adorable little wife deal with this kind of husband who seemed to suddenly suffer from multiple personalities?

This novel’s plot focuses on Zhang Chenfei’s changing personality based from the characters in the books, and how his wife, Jiao Qi, deal with every character as he will have to act in sync with whoever his husband’s character is. This is per the advise of the private doctor since treatment of this special condition was still under research.

As they act out their roles, they will gradually discover and learn more about the other, which they’ve never known in their seven years of living together.

Comment:

The amount of second-hand embarrassment and cringe I got from this novel is huge and I love it lol. If you are curious about how cheesy and cliche Chinese romance can get, please do try reading this. It includes some of the worst and most dog blood tropes in a comedic and satirical way, while advancing the main pairing’s relationship at the same time. Truly a fun read!

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation | Manhua

Other quick links:

Fic tag guide

My previous recommendations (mostly danmei + fanfics)

List of novels/fics that I have already read

#recommendation #danmei #danmei recs

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Remind Me (4/?)

EZ Reyes x OC (Aanya Reyes)

Request by @noz4a2: Ez & oc are married 2 years, Ez leaves on a run and while he’s gone oc gets into a bad car accident, she almost dies. Instead she is in a coma for 6 months. During that 6 month time Ez goes everyday or as much as he can, reads to her from her favorite book, etc. After 6 months she finally wakes up, but has retrograde amnesia & doesn’t know who Ez is or their life together. So he is determined to help her get her memory back and goes about wooing her again.

Warnings: angst (which like?? is gonna pretty much be a permanent warning for this fic I’m sorry), language, hospitals

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Little bit of a slower chapter, but I’m really just trying to build up how EZ is with everyone in the context of everything that’s going on. I just...love him so much. Also, the book I reference in this one is one of my all-time faves if anyone was wondering lol

Chapter Index

EZ Taglist: @ly--canthrope @queenbeered @sincerelyasomebody @sadeyesgf @thesandbeneathmytoes @appropriate-writers-name @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @multiyfandomgirl40 @sillygoose6969 @louisianalady @gemini0410 @paintballkid711 @chibsytelford @yourwonkywriter @sesamepancakes @mayans-sauce @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @plentyoffandoms @georgiaaintnopeach @twistnet @amandinesblogofstuff @garbinge @bucky-iss-bae @enjoy-the-destruction @samcrobae @xladymacbethx @langiinspirations @bigcreatorwombatdreamer

Days ticked by. The only change that EZ noticed was that the cuts and bruises were starting to fade. It brought him a tiny sliver of comfort in the midst of all the pain. Her doctor said that the swelling had gone down, and while she was still in a fairly fragile state, she didn’t have to be contained to the ICU any longer. She was breathing on her own, and apart from the lack of consciousness and low level of brain activity, her body was doing everything on its own. Those words together didn’t make a whole lot of sense to EZ, but he nodded along anyway.

“She can have visitors,” Dr. Chase said with a slight nod, “That’s a large benefit of being out of the ICU where we only allow immediate family. I’d still keep physical contact to a minimum but if she has friends or family that have been wanting to see her, I’d give them a call.”

“Is it looking any better for her?” EZ asked, full of hope, “Does this mean that she might wake up soon?”

The doctor took a deep breath, “I can’t answer that clearly, unfortunately. She’s lucky to still be alive. We have a few scans that we’re going to do now that the swelling has receded and hopefully that will give us some answers.”

EZ nodded but didn’t say anything else as Dr. Chase excused himself from the room. He traced his thumb along Aanya’s knuckles lightly, “I’ve been meaning to stop in and check on Laura anyway. Should I let her know she can come visit? I’m sure that she’s going nuts without you.”

Once he found out where her new room was going to be, EZ headed off to the bookstore. He had been avoiding it because he didn’t want to deal with the onslaught of memories. But he didn’t want to talk to Laura about all of this over text—she deserved more than that.

The bell chimed as he walked in, and even though he knew the current circumstances, part of him was still waiting for Aanya to materialize in front of him. Instead, though, he heard a set of quick footsteps and was met with Larura’s big brown doe eyes looking up at him.

“EZ,” her voice was soft, “Hey. How…how is she?”

He nodded, “They, uh, they moved her out of the ICU. So she can have visitors now. I figured you would want to know.”

Her face lit up, tears in her eyes, “Yea? You think I could stop by when I’m done here?”

“Of course. What time does your shift end? I could pick you up and take you home after. I’m cheaper than an Uber,” he forced a smile.

She laughed, “Are you sure? I don’t want to take up any of your time.”

“It’s fine, really. I don’t mind at all.”

The relief was apparent on her face, “I get off at eight. Is that too late?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. They all know me there by now, anyway, so I can sorta come and go as I please.”

“Yea, well, who’s gonna say no to that face?” she offered him a small smile.

He chuckled, wrapping her in a hug, “I’ll be back to get you at eight, yea?”

She leaned into him for a moment, “Thank you.”

He did his best to stay busy for most of the day. He knew that if he went back to the hospital, he wouldn’t be able to pull himself away to go and pick Laura up. He made his way to the scrapyard, hoping to at least kill a couple hours with Angel if nothing else.

The two of them sat out on the deck as EZ updated his brother on everything. Angel nodded as he listened to EZ speak, “Well that’s good news then, right? Means she’s starting to get better?”

“That’s what I thought,” he sighed, running his hands back over his head, “but the doctor doesn’t seem as sure and that makes me nervous.”

“If anyone can pull through all this shit, it’s her,” Angel knew that whatever was going on, on the medical side of things was way above his paygrade. But he also knew Aanya, and he knew that there was very little that she didn’t have the strength and willpower to get through and that had to count for something.

EZ rested his hands on the back of his neck, “I’m just hoping that I pull through it, too.”

Angel clapped his shoulder, “You’re not alone in this, you know that, right? I know sometimes you need your space and everything but you’re not alone. We all got your back, man. I don’t know what you’ll need from us, but we’ll do it. You just gotta tell us.”

He nodded, “I know,” he sighed, leaning forward onto the table, “I just feel fucking useless.”

“You’re not,” his tone was firm, reassuring.

They let the subject drop. Angel started filling him on what had been going on with the club. The guys had been respectful of the situation that EZ found himself in and hadn’t really bothered him with anything. There weren’t a lot of changes happening anyway, but Angel also knew that EZ needed to have a conversation about things that were actually in their control before he completely spiraled out.

EZ’s phone buzzed on the surface of the table. He glanced down, seeing a message from Laura saying that they were letting her off early so she could go see Aanya. He took a deep breath, telling her that he’d be there soon. He said goodbye to Angel and took off, trying to get his mind to stay on one consistent train of thought. Everything felt so scattered.

The bell above the door chimed quietly as he walked in. He lingered by the front, knowing that Laura would pop up momentarily. She walked up, looking exhausted but hopeful.

“Thank you again for this. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, “Of course.”

The two of them walked out onto the sidewalk. EZ had parked his bike right up front. He could see the slight apprehension on Laura’s face and he knew that she’d never ridden one before. He smiled as he handed his helmet over to her.

“I’m a safe driver, I promise.”

She laughed nervously as she strapped the helmet on, “It’s not you that I don’t trust.”

“You’ll be fine. Just hang on tight and lean with me.”

True to his word, the ride to the hospital was safe, and much slower than it would’ve been if he was riding alone. By the end of it, Laura wasn’t necessarily comfortable with it, but she wasn’t as white-knuckled around his waist as she was when she first got onto the bike. So there was something to be said for that.

They walked in and made their way to Aanya’s new room. As they walked, EZ mentioned to her that physical contact had to be minimal—no hugs or anything like that. Laura nodded and he could see the sadness creeping back into her face. He didn’t know how to comfort her. He was still trying to figure out how to comfort himself.

Laura couldn’t hold back the gasp that came out of her as she took in the sight of her friend laid up with bandages and IV’s on her. Tears sprung into her eyes and EZ gently pulled her against his side, feeling her trembling against him.

“Fuck,” her voice was hardly a whisper.

“I know,” he nodded, “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, wiping the tears away, “Don’t be. I just…this is all new to me. I’ve never really had to visit hospitals before.”

“You’re lucky,” he paused, clearing his throat, “Doc said there’s no way to know if she can hear us or not, but to act like she does. If you, um, if you want a couple minutes I can wait outside.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she didn’t want to kick him out of his own wife’s room.

He shook his head slightly, “It’s alright, really. I know it feels kind of weird when there’s people watching you,” he offered her a small smile, “She’s probably sick of my voice anyway,” he squeezed her tight against his side for a moment before stepping towards the door, “I’ll be right out in the hall if you need me.”

“Okay,” she nodded, her voice quiet.

Once EZ had left and shut the door behind him, she walked over and sat down next to Aanya’s bed. The tears began to flow and she rested her face in the palms of her hands. She wanted to have something to say but she didn’t even know where to start. After a few deep breaths and wiping the tears away, she looked over and searched Aanya’s face.

“I miss you,” she finally said, “I know it hasn’t really been that long. And, realistically we’ve definitely gone longer without seeing each other. But I miss you. Work isn’t nearly as much fun without you. Lucy has actually been around to fill in for you and she is still…” she shook her head with a quiet laugh, tears still hanging at the edges of her eyes, “so annoying. I know you like her and all but you gotta admit that she’s a lot of person to deal with sometimes.”

There were a few beats of silence as Laura tried to figure out what to say next. She spotted the book that she had given EZ before resting on top of the bedside table, along with the ones that he had brought himself. She skimmed through them all, glancing back and forth between the pages and Aanya’s face.

“EZ brought me here on the bike,” she said, “I don’t know how you find that experience enjoyable, Aanya,” she chuckled, “I was freaking out the whole time. Surprised I didn’t crack one of his ribs.”

She sat there with her for a while, just recounting the mundane events of the past few days. She wasn’t really sure what else there was to say. She felt like she cycled through her emotions a dozen times over as she spoke, like her heart couldn’t decide if she was coping with this well or not.

The minutes ticked by and Laura knew that she had to get going. She looked over at Aanya, a sad smile on her face, “You gotta get back here soon, okay? I miss you,” she gave her forearm a light squeeze, “We all do,” she wiped the tears off of her face as she stood up from her chair, “I love you. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

She walked out of the room and saw EZ sitting in the hallway, head leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. He opened them only when he heard the door click shut. He glanced over at Laura and she could see the exhaustion in his face despite the fact that he was trying his best to be positive in front of her.

“Ready?”

She nodded, “Yea. You still good to bring me home?”

He stood up, “Of course. You gonna survive another ride on the bike?”

She laughed, “I guess we’ll find out.”

He could still feel the nerves radiating off of her on the ride back to her apartment, but she handled it well. They were standing on the sidewalk outside of her apartment building, both of them trying to process the entire day. EZ lit a cigarette, offering her one which she politely declined.

He cleared his throat, “I’m, um, I’m sorry.”

She raised her eyebrows, confused, “For what?”

“I’ve been meaning to stop in at the shop to check on you, see how you’re doing. But being in there is just…hard.”

She nodded, “Trust me, I get it. You don’t have to apologize,” she leaned against the light post, “I feel like I’m constantly waiting for her to come in. It’s all just weird right now.”

“I know I haven’t been acting like it, but you know that you can always call me if you need anything, right? I know Aanya was your friend, not really me, but I still got your back.”

She smiled, nodding, “Thank you. I appreciate it,” she stepped in and hugged him, “Goodnight, EZ. Get home safe.”

“Will do,” he made sure that she got in the building okay before snubbing out his cigarette and getting back on his bike to head home.

He walked into his house, letting out a heavy sigh as he shrugged off his kutte and laid it over a chair at the dining room table. He kicked off his boots and made his way over to the living room to collapse on the couch. He hadn’t been able to force himself to sleep in their bed. He contemplated sleeping in the guest room but for some reason that felt sadder than sleeping on the couch.

The house was silent and it was almost too much to bear. He wanted to badly to hear the sound of her shuffling around in the kitchen, making hot cocoa before she came to bed. Or to listen to her trying to quietly root through the cabinets for late-night snacks when she thought that he couldn’t hear her. But there was nothing, and it was debilitating.

The next day when he showed up to the scrapyard, he made a point to flag Angel down and pull him aside. There was worry all over his brother’s face as he walked up, waiting to hear what EZ had to say. He just hoped that it wasn’t bad news.

“’Sup, Boy Scout?”

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

He nodded, “Whatever you need.”

“You think you could stop in at Aanya’s bookstore like, once a week or so? To check on her friend Laura?” he shook his head slightly, “I know I should but I can’t be there all the time. I can’t handle that.”

He shrugged, nodding, “Yea, sure,” he chuckled, “She’s not gonna be weirded out that I’m popping in all the time?”

EZ chuckled, “I’ll let her know you’ll be checking in. Make sure she knows you’re not just turning into a stalker.”

He went through the motions of his job at the yard. It was something that kept his hands and his mind busy enough to keep him from spinning out. As much as he wanted to spend all of his time at Aanya’s bedside, he knew that he couldn’t torture himself like that. He had to feel useful somehow, even if right now he couldn’t be useful to her.

EZ walked into the clubhouse, heading towards the back so he could grab a bottle of water. When he came back out, Bishop flagged him down. “You got a minute, EZ?” he asked.

He nodded, “Yea. What’s up?”

Bishop got up out of his chair and motioned for EZ to follow him into Templo, “C’mon,” he slid the door shut behind them, and once they were both seated at the table, he spoke up again, “I wanted to talk to you about some things.”

“Alright,” EZ tried to hide the fact that he was nervous about what this conversation was going to entail, “shoot.”

“I know you’ve got a lot of shit on your plate. We all talk a lot about how the club is a priority but you know that it’s always family first, right?” he waited for EZ to acknowledge what he was saying and once he did, he continued, “Whatever it is that you need to get you through this shit with Aanya, you come and tell me. I’ll do whatever I can. But,” he sighed, “this club is still moving forward with everything that we’re doing. This work doesn’t stop. I’m not asking you to be up for everything, but we do still need you. I can bench you for a while but when push comes to shove you’re still going to be on the roster. You know that, right?”

EZ took a moment to digest everything that Bishop had just said to him. Truthfully, he hadn’t really thought long-term about anything. He was just trying to survive one day at a time. But Bishop had an MC to run, and it made sense that his head was in a much more logical place.

He nodded, “I know.”

“Good. I don’t mean to sound insensitive to what you’re going through, EZ. I just wanted to have this conversation sooner rather than later.”

EZ nodded, knowing that Bishop was smart to handle the situation the way that he was. He wasn’t upset about any of it in the slightest. There was too much at stake.

“I’m pulling you off of everything that would take you out of town for an extended period of time. You’ll be on home base when the rest of us travel. Someone’s always gotta be so for now it might as well be you. You good with that?”

“Absolutely.”

Bishop nodded, sighing in relief, “Good,” he drummed his fingers on the tabletop, “Is there anything you need?”

He shook his head, “No. Thank you, Bish. I fuckin’ owe you.”

“We’re family. This is what we do,” he stood up and gave EZ a hug, “Keep taking care of yourself.”

That night while EZ was visiting Aanya, he managed to get to the end of the first book that he had brought. He set it off to the side with a sigh. He didn’t think that he’d get so comfortable reading out loud, but he did. He wished that he could know for sure whether or not she heard him, whether or not it was helping at all. But he had to believe that it was helping her. It was the one thing that he could still offer her.

“We have a couple choices for the next one,” he leafed through the small pile of books at her bedside, “I brought a few from home. Laura brought over a new one for you a little while ago, though. Said you’d been eyeing it at the shop. I swear you’ve read every book in that place,” he chuckled as he read the back cover, “I forget sometimes that you like the sappy romance novels, too. Even the ones from the Young Adult section,” he chuckled as he thought back to all the time he’d found her sitting in the YA Fiction aisle, “All the books you recommended to me were always dark, and heavy. Maybe it would do me some good to switch it up, hm?”

He really had no interest in romance novels. They were never his thing. But the more he thought about reading books that he had brought from home, the more his mind was flooded with memories of how each one ended up there. What he’d give to be able to push things from his mind for a little while, to just go a few days without constantly remembering everything that had ever happened. It was beautiful, but painful. And he just wanted a break.

“Gonna get whiplash going from Bolaño to this, but we’ll give it a shot,” he chuckled, “Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. The title is a fucking mouthful. But you have yet to steer me wrong with books so I’ll read it anyway,” he shook his head, looking over at her, “If Angel knew I was reading kids’ fiction he would never let me hear the end of it, querida. If he walks in on this I’m blaming you, I’m sorry,” he chuckled despite the exhaustion that was taking over his body.

EZ was woken up by a nurse gently nudging his shoulder. At some point while he was reading, he fell asleep. His hand was still resting on top of Aanya’s book open and laying on his chest. The nurse offered him a kind smile, “Sorry to wake you, Mr. Reyes. Just didn’t want to let you get caught up here without realizing it.”

He sat up slowly wiping the sleep from his eyes with a nod, “Thank you, I appreciate it,” he looked back and forth between Aanya and the nurse, “If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?”

She nodded, “Of course.”

“Do you think she’s gonna wake up?”

She took a slow, deep breath, “I think that you’re going to have to be patient. The fact that she’s still with us at all is a miracle, and I don’t particularly like using that word.”

He nodded slowly, “Right.”

“I know it might not be my place to say, Mr. Reyes, but she’s very lucky to have someone like you. A lot of people act like it doesn’t make a difference, but I really believe that it does.”

He smiled, “Thank you, I appreciate it,” he stood up and stretched, running his hands over his face, “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“That’s what we do,” she nodded with a small smile.

“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon. Take care.”

“You too,” she offered up a small wave as she watched him leave the hospital room.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years ago

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Protective Humans.”

Saw this suggestion in my inbox from a couple months ago lol :)

“I am glad you could agree to come commander, with all of the …. Issues with the LFIL, we have had a really difficult time trying to maintain good relations with the rest of the galaxy.”

“We are glad we could come, of course, anything to help people understand humans a little bit better, plus Dr. Krill has a speaking engagement at the conference, so my coming here was twofold.”

“Ah, yes, your little doctor, when I heard about his particular speech, I have to admit I am very intrigued and excited. Anyway, we are glad that humans could come and help us with our mission. Even with human tourism growing in certain sectors of the galaxy, there are still many places were humans had never been seen, and it is in those areas where we have the most difficulty. They hear the rumors, and they see reports on the news about the worst kind of humans, and they just get scared.”

Commander Vir pulled to a stop standing next to the conference director, A Finnari by trade with a relatively trustworthy face despite being an alien, “Well, then they wouldn't be the only ones. Humans have been practicing paranoia against ourselves for thousands of years.”

Out in the hallway of the conference center, aliens bustled by many of them staring on at the commander and his group of following humans with wide frightened eyes. Some of them pointed in excitement while others shied away to the other side of the hall.

It was still true that less than 7 percent of all aliens in the galaxy had ever seen a human, and for many of these, that fact was no different.

This would be their first time seeing a human.

The commander had to bite back his innate response to smile at them, seeing as most aliens, like most animals, considered the display of teeth to be a threat. So he simply waved a hand garnering a few flinches, and a number of curious head tilts.

Maybe someone should do a seminar on human body language, perhaps then the general public would feel more comfortable around them.

“Anyway, we thank you for coming, but your friend’s lecture is about to begin, and I am very excited to see how it goes.” The commander nodded to the Finnari director, and he, and the other three humans with him, Maverick Ramirez and Dr. Katie stepped into the room where doctor Krill was setting up his presentation.

As was becoming routine at the conference, they received a gasp and an eruption of mutterings as they appeared from the doorway.

Dr Krill looked up from his work, as the humans inched to the side of the door trying not to be too disruptive, “Stop right there you four, and come here.”

In confusion the humans did as directed.

Dr. Krill stood up voice electronically amplified over the sound of the room, “Can everyone hear me, good, that is very good, now today I am going to be talking about a subject that, as the humans say, is very near and dear to my heart. That translates as, it is very important to me.” he motioned the humans to sit down on the stage, and they did as ordered though rather awkwardly, “Now I thought about just speaking to you for today, but have decided that, you aren't going to be able to keep your focus away from the humans anyway, so I might do us all a favor and add them into my lecture as a way to introduce you to them in a controlled environment, and hopefully, after today, you will come to see the humans as I do. Great allies, and an undeniable opportunity for friendship.”

“now , I wanted to do something a little different today, something a little off from my normal structured way of speaking about humans because I find it very displeasing the way the rest of the galaxy sees humans, and I want to change that. I tried determining a fact about humans that is the most forgiving and the most empathetic. Something all of you would enjoy.”

There was a muttering of intrigue about the room.

“Well I am going to start off with a little bit of a lecture. A lot of you may not know that humans give live birth to their offspring, not eggs like the Vrul, Rundi, or the Celzex, but more like the Tesraki or the Drev. however based on the physical structure of the human, and the slow evolution to walking on two feet. Humans are only capable of producing offspring at a reasonable size generally around six to seven pounds, and arguably no greater than twelve to fifteen pounds, though there may be exceptions. Now, as you know six pounds is very very small compared to the end result of a human, and the size of the head has the greatest bearing on this issue. The human head shape requires offspring to be born extremely underdeveloped, so underdeveloped that when they are born they can barely see or hear and have no ability to coordinate their own movements. It takes almost an entire rotation of their planet around their star in order for a human to walk. In essence it takes as much as eighteen revolutions before the average human is no longer taken care of by their parents.”

There was a muttering from the crowd.

“Now based on the surprising helplessness of the human offspring compared to the final product, they tend to be very loud, and very difficult to take care of seeing how underdeveloped they are. Generally if any one of us were saddled with an offspring like that we would probably just give up, but the human brain is so hot wired to love their offspring, that none of those annoying things generally tend to matter. In fact, the power of a human’s bonding abilities is so strong that they can even bond to creatures that are NOT human in nature.”

Another surprised murmuring around the crowd.

“A human will have the same reaction to a nonhuman than they do to their own young, and in that case, this means that a human will protect the offspring of another species with their own lives. Human parents have been known to kill, lift objects five times their size, and fight off even more dangerous predators for the safety of their offspring, and they will do it for yours too..”

This time the murmuring around the room was almost palpable, it was as if they could hardly believe what they were hearing.

That couldn't be right.

“What if I told you that the safest place our offspring could be, is in the arms of a human.”

That caused an absolute uproar of chattering, and Krill had to wait a few minutes before the room calmed down.

The humans were looking between each other with some curiosity hardly believing what they were hearing, not sure where this was going.

“now , I have brought forward a couple of gracious volunteers who trust my judgement enough to help me demonstrate what you are about to witness .”

“Our first volunteer.” He motioned to the side of the stage were a Rundi was waiting, as she walked onto the stage, the crowd noticed at least three tiny shapes running around her feet.

The human turned to look eyes wide, to the crowd they almost looked hungry.

“Dr. Katie, can you tell me what you are thinking.”

The human looked up her wide brown eyes somewhat magnified through her glasses, “I want to hold one so bad.” She turned her head towards the rundi, “Can I hold one…. Am I allowed to do that. I’ll wear gloves.”

The rundi mother seemed surprisingly calm allowing the human to come over and pick up her little ones holding them gently in their hands running a finger over their tiny heads. One of the humans was holding the tiny creature to his chest. Patting its tiny head with one finger.

“You see the protective nature in which the humans hold young that isn’t their own, I picked the rundi first specifically for this reason, simply because they don’t look remotely human. Arguably the humans shouldn't even connect them with their own young, and yet this is the posture of a creature that isn’t going to let anything happen to their charges.” He turned to the humans. “What would you do if someone tried to hurt these little rundi?”

The darker human looked up from the creature he was holding to his chest, “I don't know probably rip their arms off and beat them with them…. But that's probably a bit graphic so… er, i would be very very upset?”

“Great save.” The commander muttered, stroking his hand delicately down the little Rundi’s back, who seemed to be enjoying it rather happily. Of course all the humans were wearing gloves, considering that the rundi had an aversion to water, and humans had a habit of shedding it wherever they went.

They actually seemed disappointed when they had to let the tiny creatures go.

Not that they were disappointed at the next moment when A dark blue-black tesraki brought out a fuzzy little bundle.

One of the humans made a strange squeaking noise. Again begging to hold it.

The humans seemed to be having even more fun than the rest of the crowd was having watching them.

“You see the younger a creature of a different species is, the more likely humans are to adopt it with their social bonding.”

“Look at its little pig nose eep!”

“Hey let me hold it. You don’t have to be a hog.”

“You can fight me.”

“Sharing is caring.”

“What if I don’t care.” The humans jostled with each other for a turn holding, petting or cooing over the creature, though their aggression seemed to terminate at a predetermined distance from the small one, and if it wasn’t obayed, there were other humans to make sure they kept in line.

“You see, I would wager to say that your children are safer with humans than they are with you. Not to call you a poor parent. But humans will take falling impacts, jump in front of speeding vehicles, and their bodies are known to be quite durable.”

The commander was leaning over Dr. Katie’s shoulder stroking the Tesraki’s huge ears with one finger, “So soft.”

“Though the creature does not have to be fluffy, but for some reason humans really enjoy it, despite their own young being hairless. In fact there are many humans that much prefer to have a creature of a different species than they are interested in having one of their own

“Furbaby.” A human whispered as the tiny Tesraki was appropriated back from them.

“My next demonstration we have to thank by way of lord Celzex.”

The humans lifted their heads, eyes widening, “No!”

“YES!”

What came next was an excessive spectacle of human happiness characterized by a lot of squealing from both male and female humans, and a ton of tiny, angry little balls of colored fluff with massive eyes and huge feet.

Dr. Katie sat in a corner holding a handful of the little colored fluff balls in her arms, “Guys….” She moaned, “I think I’m gonna cry, this is pure happiness. I want all of them.”

Maverick lay on the ground flat on her back as at least ten of the tiny creatures crawled all over her. It was pretty clear they were trying to attack, but to the human it caused nothing more than an eruption of giggling.

The commander and Ramirez sat opposite each other trying to wrangle a small heard of the fluffies who ran about in an angry circle.

Needless to say, the humans were very disappointed when they had to be taken away.

Ramirez held out a hand, “Wait, but, no….”

Maverick was frowning looking down at her empty hands like she was missing a finger.

“And now for my last demonstration.” The doctor began.” Motioning his last volunteer up.

What came next was a nine foot tall male Drev, cradling a tiny shape in his lower arms.

Excitedly, the humans rushed over, and the Drev seemed to have no problem handing over his young to the pack of cooing humans.

Maverick bumped Katie out of the way, and took the tiny creature in her arms running away with it across the room.

The other humans trailed after Craning their necks over her shoulder and trying to see the tiny creature who opened its little beak like a baby bird chirping and blinking at them.

“I swear if anything happens to this child I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

“I didn’t know they were so frigging adorable. Shit, I want one.” The commander grumbled playing with one of the tiny hands.

“Yeah, who wants a human baby anyway, these ones are way cuter., and they don’t smell.”

“Maverick, if you don't let me hold it, I promise I will have you on bathroom duty for the rest of your foreseeable career.”

Maverick frowned, “Just five more minutes.”

“Fine, five, but then it's my turn.”

The doctor continued to lecture as the humans sat in a circle passing around the tiny drev, “You see in a time of crisis, a human will wrap themselves around their offspring using the rigged bones, and taught muscles of the shoulders, back and ribcage as a shield diffusing impacts and cushioning falls. It is also quite common for an entire pack of humans to form up around younger humans to protect them.”

The commander had appropriated the tiny Drev from Maverick and was softly stroking a thumb against its tiny cheek. The small creature opened its mouth like a baby bird, chirping slightly before nuzzling its head against the human’s chest growing quite comfortable against the warm, soft human.

“Its official, I am the favorite.” The human announced

“But-”

“No no, you see, sleeping, now you can’t take him away.” The other humans pouted and the commander grinned.

“You see it is all thanks to the annoying and underdeveloped nature of the human offspring, that we can thank for human over protectiveness. Now, this effect lessons somewhat as you grow older, but generally speaking it never goes away entirely. A human will bond with anything, a broken piece of equipment, an item of clothing, and definitely you, for sure. Should you be cautious about which humans you trust? Certainly, but we exercise that caution daily with each other.”

He motioned to the group of huddling humans holding the tiny sleeping Drev.

“Just remember this image here the next time some propaganda string tells you humans are monsters.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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Do you have any fanficions that are very science-y, if that makes any sense? Like, focused on scientific things, in the writing style or actual experiments incorporated into the story itself? I hope I'm making sense

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh yeah, though a lot of the fics I read have it deep in the fic, lol. BUT!!!! Guess what?? Your ask is the lucky one that spawns a new list I’ve been waiting forever to post the next part for a tonne of new fics, LOL!

As always, gang, if you have a fic more tuned to what Nonny is ACTUALLY looking for, please add them here, LOL. Pt. 1 will have a lot more of what you’re looking for Nonny, since there’s a lot of my FFNet recs on that one, but both lists have great recs!! <3

IT’S AN EXPERIMENT! Pt. 3

See also:

It’s An Experiment!

It’s An Experiment! (Pt. 2)

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?" Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It's because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

John's Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) – "Now John I'd poison. ... Sloppy eater – dead easy. I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn't have a clue." – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Experiment by Gwen's Blue Box (K+, 4,222 w., 3 Ch. || Non-Con Drugging, Hurt Comfort, Friendship) – Of course John has always known about his flatmate’s irregular sleeping habits, especially when they’re on a case. This time, however, the case is taking longer and longer, and soon John starts to worry. But there’s not much he can do, is there? Because drugging Sherlock isn’t an option. Not yet, maybe, but will it be soon? {{CW: John drugs Sherlock without his consent}}

Survival Strategies for the Domesticated British Butthole by Atiki (E, 6,183 w., 1 Ch. || Crack, Rimming, Anal Sex, Iced Lolly, Hair Removal, Depilation) – In which there’s a rimming disaster, Sherlock depilates his butt, everything goes very, very wrong and groceries are mistreated. This fic contains hair removal creme in a butthole, ice lollies in a butthole and John Watson's penis in a butthole. You have been warned.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

Made for You by Raxicoricofallapatorious (K, 8,440 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sci-Fi, Androids) – When John was shot in the shoulder he was decommissioned and his memory and personality was wiped. Sherlock was given the blank droid and he quickly learns that this droid is more than it seems. John just so happened to come back and no one can fathom how or why. Johnlock if you squint.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #it's an experiment #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

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vs-redemption · 4 years ago

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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch.26)

Chapter Twenty-six: Dabi (HawksxGN!Reader)

From Cindy: My intention was to never have Dabi in this story, but now he’s here. lol He wanted to add a bit of spice.

Plot summary: As a quirk geneticist, you never really imagined yourself getting involved in hero work. Of course, you never imagined catching the eye of a pro hero either. What starts as a great career opportunity turns into a relationship built upon mutual secrets and trust.

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

Tag List: @gayforkeigo @marshmallow-witch @redflannel @toyo-shiro @elsasshole @astronomyturtle @iambashfulperson @omiwashere

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Returning to work and getting back into a routine after having a vacation was always a little difficult. That was especially true when you worked for a mad doctor who created super villains in the basement of an otherwise mediocre municipal hospital. But after reconnecting with friends from your hometown and having some much needed quality time with your boyfriend, you were feeling refreshed and ready to face the last stretch of your dangerous journey. The spark of cautious optimism was stomped out almost immediately when you stepped into the hospital lobby and saw the expression on Dr. Garaki’s face as he greeted you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask before any pleasantries can be exchanged. A list of worst case scenarios begins to compile in your brain as the doctor tries to force the smile on his face to appear more genuine. If something urgent had popped up, you knew he would have gotten in touch with you, so it was hard to predict the situation you were coming back to. You couldn’t discuss anything about Shigaraki in the main hospital though, so you’d have to endure the suspense until both of you were safely out of sight in the underground lab.

“You look well rested,” Garaki comments as you make your way to the secret elevator. Your nervous jitters made the walk seem much longer than usual. “I guess taking a few days off was a good idea.”

“I appreciate you giving me the time,” you tell him since it remained to be seen whether taking a break from your duties had been a good idea or not.

“We’ll be having a guest in the lab today,” the doctor finally reveals a sliver of information after all your personal belongings had been put in a locker and he’d run a metal detector over you to check for bugs. You were used to this process by now, but the knowledge that you’d be meeting what you assumed was going to be another villain made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. You couldn’t imagine what more the villains could need you for, unless something horrible had happened to Shigaraki while you were away and it was time to face the consequences. It made no sense for them to kill you there in the hospital though, so you did your best to keep your fears and imagination in check.

You summon as much confidence and courage as you can as Dr. Garaki finally takes you into the lab where your mysterious visitor was waiting, but you can’t help but falter for the second time that day when you come face to face with a man with charcoal black hair, intense sapphire blue eyes, and skin covered in horribly discolored burn scars. The scent of burnt flesh wafts through the air, making your eyes water and stomach churn.

“So, you’re the little scientist I’ve been hearing so much about,” he approaches you slowly like a predator, the sound of his boots on the cold cement floor making him that much more intimidating. His voice comes out slow and gravelly, the complete opposite of Shigaraki’s anxious, whiny timbre.

“And you’re Dabi,” you reply, trying to match his level of lazy calmness. Shigaraki’s reckless need for destruction was terrifying to be sure, but the calculating way Dabi met your eyes made you feel like he was peering right into the deepest parts of your mind where everything you’d been trying to keep secret was hidden.

“Sorry for springing him on you like this,” The doctor speaks up, still with a tense look on his face. “I just thought meeting him here would be preferable to his original plan to wait and jump out from a dark alley.” You scrunch up your nose at the image while sending an incredulous look at the villain.

“Charming,” you deadpan and Dabi rolls his eyes.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” he replies flatly while lifting a hand to pick at one of the many shiny silver staples on his face that seemed to be serving the purpose of holding his damaged skin together. “If you’re working with the PLF, it shouldn’t matter when or where I show up.”

“PLF?” You feign ignorance and Dabi curls his lip in annoyance. He wasn’t going to get you to screw up that easily. Hawks had told you about the whole “quirk liberation” movement, but you weren’t supposed to know that the League of Villains had joined forces with the devoted followers of that ideology. Dabi took another aggressive step forward, but you held your ground.

“If you’re willing to help Shigaraki,” he reasons, “I think you can afford me the same curtesy since he and I are on the same side.”

“I think that depends a great deal on what you need from me,” you say boldly “Because I don’t recall ever claiming to be on anyone’s side.” You hated how close Dabi was standing to you. You knew he had a powerful fire quirk, even without the uncomfortable waves of heat radiating from his skin. You felt a small pang of sympathy knowing that the burns covering his body were a result of the destructive blue flames he’d been born with. One day, you hoped your research would prevent anyone from falling victim to their own biology the way he had. Dabi had only himself to blame, however, for choosing to use his quirk to take the lives of others. Like Shigaraki, he had plenty of blood on his hands.

“I need you to tell me everything you know about that giant chicken your dating,” Dabi says simply, a challenging look in his eyes. You shake your head and take the chance to move away and get him out of your personal bubble.

“Nope,” you reject him right away. “I won’t do that.”

“Why? There’s no way you actually love him,” a dry laugh escapes from Dabi’s lips. “He’s a hero isn’t he? You’re already betraying him by helping Shigaraki.”

“First of all, how I feel about Hawks is none of your business,” you cross your arms over your chest. “Second, helping your creepy boss and the doctor is beneficial to my career. Divulging secrets about my boyfriend is only beneficial to you. I’d get nothing out of it.”

“Are you trying to make an enemy out of me?” Dabi asks, his voice coming out casual despite the threat of his words.

“No,” you shake your head, “but I’m not trying to make an ally out of you either. If you want to go after Hawks, I’m not going to oppose you. In fact, I’ll even point you in the right direction. If you can find someone from the Hero Commission to terrorize, I bet you’d learn a whole lot of juicy tidbits.”

“It’d be easier to learn them from you,” Dabi sniffs, his increasing irritation was becoming palpable. The tension in the air, not to mention the suffocating heat of his quirk seemed to grow thicker by the second.

“As Shigaraki liked to tell me, there are still a lot of things I don’t know about my boyfriend,” you confess. “But I know enough about him to realize he wouldn’t put up with as much of the commission’s crap as he does if they didn’t have something to hold over him. I’m sure you could figure out what that is if you were motivated enough.” Dabi moves to step into your personal space again, his hooded eyes widening in anger, but the doctor jumps back into the conversation.

“If we could wrap this up soon, I’d appreciate it,” he puts up his hands as a sign of neutrality before looking at you. “There’s a lot I wanted to get done today, and I need help your help administering the next dose of Shigaraki’s serum.” Dabi ignores Garaki completely and continues to stare you down.

“You really think you’ll be able to continue riding the fence from the position you’re in?” he asks menacingly. “You’re worse than the heroes if you stand for nothing.” You eye Dabi for a moment, wondering once again what horrible circumstances life had to throw at someone for them to end up so dark and hateful.

“I’m sure that your motivations, whatever they may be, are valid,” You tell him. “I know Shigaraki mentioned a few of his concerns about our flawed hero society to me before, and some of what he said actually made sense.” You pause to see what Dabi would say, but he remained silent.

“Look,” You continue with a shrug. “I don’t fault any of you for standing up for what you believe and pushing for change. It’s just your methods that I can’t get onboard with. That’s why I can stand aside and let it happen without feeling obligated to get involved myself.”

“And you’ve made your position on this matter clear from the very beginning” The doctor backs you up. You weren’t going to mistake his words for some kind of allegiance though. He had only allowed you into his lab because he needed your quirk and expertise to complete his Shigaraki project. None of these people would ever trust you completely, and you could never trust them.

“You might come to regret this conversation in the future,” Dabi says with an ominous tone that sent a shiver up your spine. “Bad things tend to happen to people who waste my time.” You wanted to tell him that he had been the one to waste his own time, but thought better of it since you knew from watching the news that he had no problems with making good on his threats.

Before things could escalate further, Dr. Garaki sent Dabi through the hidden tunnel that led to the second lab so that you two could finally get to work on Shigaraki. Once the door was shut, the doctor apologized for the villain’s rudeness but then carried on like normal. He filled you in on Shigaraki’s progress over the days you’d been gone, and helped you administer the next dose of the serum. Shigaraki still had some intense reactions to his DNA being modified, but the severity seemed to be decreasing along with the frequency. You wanted to worry more about the outcome of the procedure, but now you had a second danger looming over your head in the form of Dabi.

#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Keigo Takami #Hawks #bnha #mha #Cindy's Writing

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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Hauntober prompt Ghost (sort of lol)

Bakudeku requested by @nona-inc Angst w/happy ending, AU modern times. Longer than I’d planned to write but stories go where they wanna lol.

Got the idea here

A Second Chance

In his adulthood, Izuku Midoriya did quite well for himself career-wise. He had a nice home and lived comfortably even though it was alone. Relationships had never really crossed his mind, which he chalked up to the turmoil of his childhood. It wasn’t a terribly horrible one but coming from divorced parents is never easy on young child minds. Why get close to anyone if they’ll probably leave eventually? That was a lesson bolstered by the end of primary school when his best friend ditched him for the popular kids.

It was Halloween night, and Izuku’s simply followed his normal routine after work consisting of dinner while watching a bit of television. Trick or treaters were a rarity in his neighborhood, so there was no sense in celebrating the holiday. As he waits for the news, he lets the current show drone on in the background while he scrolled mindlessly through his social media. He didn’t pay a lot of attention to what acquaintances posted and mostly looked for interesting or funny posts instead.

“Deku...”

Izuku’s brow furrows slightly at that ancient nickname. He looks at the television characters on the screen, had one of them said it? But instead of the tv show, he finds a fuzzy, staticky screen. He grabs his remote assuming something had gone wrong with the channel or service when...

“Deku, I’m sorry...”

“What the?” Izuku starts clicking the buttons and getting no response. The screen stays stuck, yet that voice... it was a familiar voice from long ago...

“...I’ve watched you from afar for all these years, because I could never admit how much I loved you and now it’s too late. I’m so sorry Deku. You’ll always be my only true love.”

Silence. Dead silence for a flash of a second when the television loudly blares back to life and startles Izuku out of his seat into a standing position. “What the fuck is going on?!”

The show had ended, and the news is now on in its regular-timed slot.

‘Breaking news, a major four car accident on the I10 highway has left 3 people dead and one in a critical condition. The victim identified as 37-year old K. Bakugou had been transported to the hospital for treatment. Police have closed off the highway in both directions, so anyone traveling in that area should use alternative routes...’

As he watches the footage of the accident story, Izuku’s hand unconscious covers his mouth and tears gather in his eyes. “Oh my gosh....” That was the voice he’d just heard! Of course, Katsuki was the only one who ever called him Deku.

He quickly calls one of the nurses at his hospital and they confirm that the man had in fact been transported there 15 minutes ago.

“Oh! Dr. Midoriya! We were just about to call you! Yes, patient Bakugou was brought in unconscious, lacerations to his arms and chest, broken leg, possible punctured lung, internal bleeding, concussion, and brain swelling which is why I was just about to call you in.”

“I’ll be right there.”

The entire way there, Izuku struggles to rationalize the message. If Katsuki was unconscious, how could that have been his voice? Then again that’s if you believed his television had somehow sent the message in the first place! Oh, this was entirely crazy! Izuku didn’t even know why his logical mind was allowing him to believe it had happened if not for the coincidence of the news coverage.

But as a neurosurgeon, he had to put all those questions aside and focus on the task at hand. The description the nurse had given him already indicated major problems, but it wasn’t until his own physical examination that determined the true extent of the damage. Primary surgical nurse Uraraka already had set up the operating room by the time Izuku arrived.

“The patient was revived once by EMTs in the ambulance and a second time in the ER after his heart stopped. Right now, the patient is intubated and prepped for emergency surgery.”

“Thank you, nurse Uraraka.”

Along with a fellow doctor, Izuku switched into a hyper focused mode. He works to repair the damage to the patient’s brain while the other doctor simultaneously focuses on internal chest injuries. Time was of the essence to stem the blood loss and mitigate further damage if they had any hope of saving the man, because even if he made it through the surgery, only a miracle would bring him back at this point.

It was now a waiting game. They keep Katsuki in a medically induced coma for the first three weeks as his body worked hard to repair itself. Once he was brought out of the induced coma, he still didn’t wake up, was breathing with the assistance of a machine, but at least the man’s heart was functioning normally. Surprisingly, Katsuki’s parents remembered Izuku and were grateful their son was in familiar hands. They’d initially flew in after the accident, but the cost to stay for such a long length of time would be too steep. So, after they returned home, he kept them up to date.

Each day that passed by, Izuku would check in on Katsuki’s progress like a normal doctor would, but at night he’d go home and ponder the ghostly message that had come through the television. He’d told no one about it because who would believe something so crazy? It just didn’t sound like the man, or rather child he remembered. Never once was there any indication Katsuki had romantic feelings for him, especially considering it was him not Izuku that ended their friendship. They saw each other in passing though middle, then high school and still nothing. So why is he now being told this?

Some say that when you die, any regrets you have must be released or your soul cannot ascend to the next plane. Izuku wasn’t religious or spiritual and before that Halloween trick he would have said he didn’t believe in anything beyond what he couldn’t see, touch, feel, and analyze. Ugh! Maybe that’s why this was all driving him so crazy. He wanted answers but the one person who could give it to him was stuck in a coma.

“Everything okay doctor?” One of the LPN’s asks Izuku. “I just need to check on the patients vitals.”

“Do what you need to nurse, I’m just visiting before I go home for the night.”

“Yes, doctor.” The woman makes her chart notations and leaves them alone again.

Because of Izuku’s standing at the hospital, he’d gotten Katsuki a private room. The man was taken off the breathing machine a week earlier and this way he could monitor the man without being pestered. There were times he would spend a few hours just watching the man sleep, trying to study what had become of his childhood friend. Through research, Izuku learned Katsuki had moved here around the same time that he’d started his internship at the hospital. Before that the man lived in the same town as the medical school he attended. It appeared Katsuki really was keeping track of Izuku, never married, and just worked in the marketing field.

Izuku squeezes the man’s hand with his eyes closed in a silent conversation. The only sounds being the beeps and noises of the machines to break the stillness. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t know what to think, what to feel, just that this man was dredging up long buried emotions that part of him was afraid to open up. Hadn’t he built up a good life, albeit a lonely one, it was still by his own wit and merits whereas Katsuki always had it so easy. The man was a smart, handsome jock, popular, and had been on track to do great things. While he was the geeky kid with freckles and wild green hair who the popular kids teased.

They were so close as little kids, all through preschool and the first years of primary. Katsuki was the extroverted one pulling him along on make believe adventures to emulate a shared love of a comic book character. In fact, it was with Katsuki’s help that he’d weathered his parent’s divorce. He idolized the stronger boy and wished he was Katsuki, not a weak like little nerd... perhaps having his child’s heart broken, really was the reason he swore off ever caring about anyone else again.

Did he just?! Izuku’s eyes pop open when his hand squeeze is returned by a weak one. Katsuki’s eyes are still closed and nothing else seemed unchanged. Perhaps it was just a nervous tremor, they happen sometimes. But no there it is again! Izuku stares down as the weak squeeze slowly turns into a grasp of his hand.

“Katsuki?”

A third squeeze. That meant the man was alert enough to hear and understand! Friend or not, it was the kind of thing to get a neurologist excited! Izuku quickly moved into doctor mode again and starts checking all the stats as well as alerting the nurse on shift.

“Welcome back Mister Bakugou.”

The man squeezes his hand.

“I’m your doctor, Midoriya. You might remember me...”

The man squeezes again and tries to talk, but after being intubated for a long time the throat tends to be dry, sore, and the muscles weakened. All that comes through is so faint it’s barely audible.

“Mister Bakugou, you’ve been unconscious for almost two months now, please try not to talk just yet, everything will be fine.”

But that only makes the man angrier. Furious red eyes flashing, Katsuki grips harder to Izuku’s hand using what little strength he has to try and pull him closer. So, Izuku leans in. “Calm down, it’s gonna...”

“Ma—y...” angry growling noises. “Mar...”

Obviously, the man wasn’t going to stop until he gave in, so Izuku leans in even more until his ear is practically next to Katsuki’s mouth. “I’m sorry?”

“Marry me damnit!!”

Izuku shoots straight up. “What?!” Is the guy serious?! The first words out of his mouth is that?! Wow... Katsuki really hasn’t changed, feisty as ever even after almost dying.

“Pa-pa—per pen!”

“H-hold on, just try to calm down please! I don’t want you to strain your heart!”

Midoriya grabs the chart, flips the paper over to the blank backside, and puts a pen in Katsuki’s hand. He holds it steady as the man scribbled shakily. ‘No waste 2nd chance marry me Deku.’

“Mister Bakugou, this is...”

The man pounds his fist on the bed then scribbles more. ‘Stop call me that! nickname!’

Izuku sighs and squeezes his eyes closed for a second. He hadn’t used that name since primary just like he’d hadn’t heard Deku all these years. “Kacchan. Happy now? I-I can’t just say okay. You—y-you ditched me remember and now you suddenly pop up and expect me to marry you?! Kacchan you almost died, I get it, that’s a scary thing to deal with, but you just need time to process...”

Katsuki writes, ‘Nothin 2 think bout. No more regrets,’ Then he mouths out the rest in a whisper, “I love you Deku.”

Izuku sighs, “I’m not saying yes or no Kacchan. Just get well first okay, then we’ll talk about everything.”

“Fine.” The man closes his eyes again seemingly satisfied with the answer.

He squeezes Katsuki’s hand. “I’ll see you in the morning Kacchan.”

When Izuku leaves that evening, he couldn’t help but walk out with a flutter in his chest and a pang in his heart. There really was a lot he still needed to get off his chest, but... he felt the honesty from Katsuki. If his dying regrets had been strong enough to reach him via spiritual mail, and the first thing he wanted to talk about was love, then... ‘take the second chance Izuku.’ Not everyone gets one.

#hauntober #bakudeku #prompt ghost #Bakugou katsuki #Midoriya izuku #bkdk #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction #katsudeku #bnha

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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First Time for Everything

(Lol, since it's Halloween. I decided to use my old au ‘Down on Cherry Lane.’. It was ultimately cancelled due to schoolwork and the motivation to do it slipping away, but either way. The idea itself was pretty cool. I decided to take that, and sort of do a civilian au, cause civilian au’s make me w e a k.

Anyways, in this, Cole is a highschooler. No elemental powers or anything. Also the reader is a werewolf. GOD I LOVE WEREWOLVES)

The first time you had been in a relationship was in your freshman year of high school.

It wasn’t the best. Given that it was with a guy named Chad. And he wasn’t the best person to date either. He partied constantly, never texted or called you back, made fun of your interests, and was an overall asshole. So it was no surprise when he outed you to the entire school.

It was the anger that came first, as you quickly became the laughing stock of the school. Words and things were thrown, sure, your friends didn’t disown you, but you could tell that the guys you were friends with kept their distance.

It took about a month for it to die down, and it was no surprise when you figured out why. Another person was outed, a girl this time. She was head of the girl’s football team, most people just whispered about her, since they all knew she could, and would, beat their asses, for lack of a better term.

Nya, that was her name. Through her, you were invited to an exclusive club, Ninjago. It wasn’t really an actual ‘club’ per say. It was more of a group that gathered together after school almost every day, doing whatever. It helped that the nephew of the principal and the son of the vice principal ran it. It was compiled of different kinds of people. People you saw get bullied in the locker room, the ones that sat in the back of the class and said nothing, the ones who answered all the questions.

The ones failing all their classes, the ones in detention all the time, the teachers pets, it seemed that all the people who didn’t fit into a specific category, since that’s the only thing people cared about in high school, were here. So here you were.

And then you met Cole, and things seemed to fall into place. You linked up quickly, enchanting phone numbers within the first week of meeting each other. It was almost a year since your friendship began, and two more before you and him both realized your feelings for each other. Finally, all homecoming was when you confessed.

But that seemed to all come crashing down as well.

Rushing through the forest and into the open street, still clutching your bleeding shoulder, you ran into the gas station, heart pounding. You turned to the forest, seeing the yellow eyes staring directly back at you.

A shiver went down your spine.

“Hey, uh you-” A pause.

Your eyes widen.

“(Y/N)? Holy crap, what happened!” The recognizable voice of Jay asked. “Jesus, did you get attacked by a bear or something?”

“Something like that.” You reply, leaning into Jay’s hold. “You got any pain killers?”

Jay nods. “O-of course I do! I-I keep them for Nya, just-just uhm…” He leads you behind the counter, sitting you down on the chair in the corner near the cash register.

“Just-just stay here okay? I’ll be right back, promise!”

He rushes off, and into the back room. You lean your head against the wall, sighing through your nose, and shutting your eyes slightly.

The room starts to spin in your vision when it snaps open, and the lights seem brighter than before. Voices are muffled, you hear clattering, but that soon fades when your vision turns black.

You wake again with a nurse hovering over you, dabbing a wet washcloth on your forehead. You groan and turn your head to him.

He comforts you, asking if you feel any pain, the usual nurse whatnot.

You answer no to all those questions. And you’re surprised frankly, that you feel no pain in your shoulder anymore.

The nurse walks to the door, and you fall asleep again.

Cole is the first visitor, accompanied by your parents. They bombard you with questions, your father cries. Your mother hugs you tight, and Cole litters your face with kisses.

“What happened?”

You shrug, not bothering to sit up, despite how much you want too. “I...dunno...I was closing up the store when...I heard this panting behind me, saw this...big ugly wolf motherfu-”

“(Y/N), language.” Your mother hisses. “I’ll put soap in your mouth for that.” She chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “It uh..jumped at me, attacked me..chased me into the woods, bit me, and then I found the gas station and ran into Jay.”

“And thank god you did, that boy did an amazing job of stabilizing you,” Your father begins. “That boy should be a doctor when he grows up.”

“Jay’s dating someone who’s..uh..injury prone,” Cole mutters, and you laugh, thinking of the numerous times Jay’s had to patch up Nya. “it comes with experience.”

He turns back to you, clutching your hand.

“You’re..doing okay though..right?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, m’ fine.”

“That’s good..that’s real good.”

By the time you are discharged, you already feel stress pilling on you.

You return to school, looks being shot towards your direction, with whispers filling the hall. News has already spread of your attack. The shoulder doesn’t hurt, there’s scaring there, teeth marks, but it's so light against your skin it’s barely noticeable.

But no, it’s the anxiety that fills your gut as the days grow on, but it becomes worse when you have no idea what’s happening.

“(Y/N)?”

Your snapped from your thoughts when you hear Cole’s voice as clear as daylight cut through your endless thinking. His hand is on your arm, soft. It feels so soft, and he smells so good.

“Are you wearing new cologne?” You hum, grinning slightly. You blink. That’s surely some new confidence. Even Cole seems surprised.

“I don’t...wear cologne.” Cole says softly.

“Oh.” You simply say, hearing the final bell go off in the distance, you shake your head. Has the bell always been this loud?

“So uh, you doing anything tonight?” Cole asks. “It's Halloween, and Jay and the others are heading to Kai’s place to go trick or treating. Wanna come, we might egg Mr.Overlord’s house for the third year in a row. Zane’s gonna join this time.”

You pause. It had completely slipped from your mind that today was Halloween.

“I..don’t...I think I’ll stay home tonight.” You say. “I’ve haven’t been feeling well today.”

Cole looks you up and down. “Alright, I’ll tell them, but..if you need anything just call me, okay?” He peppers a kiss on your cheek.

“Bye.”

You give a small wave, gathering your things in your backpack and swinging it over your shoulder.

You figured your parents wouldn’t be home, since your mother takes the night shift, and your father was chaperoning for your little sister’s Halloween dance. And you brother is probably hanging with his friends and egging a house. Who knows, maybe Cole and his friends will meet them along the way. Despite the fact that Lloyd and your brother, Morro, don’t like each other very much. Cole somehow makes everyone get along with each other.

So here you are, staring at the ceiling, and tossing and turning. You're sweaty, and you’ve been sweaty for a long time. Your window is open, with cool night air coming through it, and you hear laughter outside, trick or treaters most likely.

Still, your shirt sticks to your chest and back. Slowly you sit up, your skin itches.

You take a deep breath, another one, and another one, why is the room spinning.

Your heart is pounding inside your skull, and your head hurts so much. You attempt to get up and out of the bed, but pain immediately fills your chest, gasping and sputtering, you attempt to grab your phone, only to roll off the bed. The pain comes next, almost as if your entire body is on fire, cracking noises fill your mind, and god you don’t know what’s happening, your brain is on autodrive at this point. Barely even registering your screams that are erupting from your mouth.

You feel yourself curl in on yourself, skin splitting, blood falling onto the floor, the shirt you're wearing rips, before you realize that your fingernails have turned to claws, and even those hurt like hell.

A voice cuts through your pain, and the thoughts swarming your head.

“Hello?” The voice sounds muffled, almost like it's underwater. “(Y/N)? I brought you some food, your favorite!”

You scream again, hearing something clatter in the background.

Cole’s feet thundered up the stairs, before he comes to your bedroom, hearing grunts and splitting, and noises he’s only heard in the movies.

“(Y/N)?” He whispers, as the room goes silent.

The door opens slowly, creaking filling his ears, as well as huffs.

Cole’s eyes widen, staring at the writhing form on the floor. However, it’s head snaps towards him, yellow eyes fiery with rage and pure blood lust.

Cole drops the bag of food, backing towards the stairs as the black mass creeps towards him.

His lower lip quivers, and there was no way in hell that he was going to stay for much longer. His brain kept screaming at him to run, to do something other than sit there and stare at the thing.

It howls, and runs at him, and Cole shrieks as he misses the top step, tripping and falling down the stairs.

He ends up on the hardwood floor, he aches slightly, but he doesn’t feel anything broken or sprained. The thing jumps down from the top of the stairs, and it's at that moment, that his brain decides to work.

He scrambles to his feet, sprinting towards the back door and throwing it open. He sees your backyard, toys and gardening tools scattered across it like you were in the middle of it.

He hops over the garden, and towards the picket fence, almost hopping over it.

He pulls himself up and over, just as he feels hot breath on his ankle.

He falls onto the ground face first. Dirt in his mouth, and he tastes blood on his tongue.

He climbs to his feet, taking off again, hearing huffs and growling behind him. He doesn’t bother to look back, at least until he’s in a public place.

Bursting into the main street, sweaty, and lip bleeding, he does get a few strange looks. But most are just nods, they must assume he’s wearing a Halloween costume.

He whips around towards the forest. He sees the eyes, god he sees them, but whatever that thing is, it isn’t following him through the crowd. Maybe he can make it back to his car?

No. Nobody really trick or treats on your street, most people on your street have young children. So the adults are usually trick or treating with their kids instead.

He fishes through his coat pocket. But he finds nothing. Where was his phone?

He hears something fall onto the pavement.

His eyes widened. His phone, slobbery, bloody, slightly cracked. But the eyes hover right over it. He tenses, feels fear travel from his brain and down to his feet.

He grits his teeth and turns his back to the thing.

By now, he’s just walking down the street, trying to find the most crowded streets, and turning around immediately if he sees only one or two people. It’s twelve o’clock now, and he feels like bursting into tears as he sees even the most popular streets practically deserted.

He’s travelling behind a group of teenagers, not from his school, so thankfully they don’t recognize or take any pictures of him.

His hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, partially to stop them from shaking so much. He’s still sweaty, knows that he can’t walk home from here, and knows that that thing is still after him. But why? Why him of all people?

He couldn’t defend himself against that animal-like creature, Wu never taught him how to do that either.

His phone is gone, he probably lost it when he fell down the stairs. Which is how that creature got it in the first place. But he lost track of it by now. Not that he’d bother trying to go back there anyways.

He doesn’t even realize he’s completely alone before the group ahead of him takes a turn into a house, and hears them being scolded by a woman before the door is shut and locked.

Cole gulps, hearing nothing but wind around him. A few cars roll by, headlights bright, brighter than he knew they were. His heart is pounding, and he feels his mouth become dry, drier than it was before that is.

He gulps, and begins to walk down the street, a chill running down his back. So far, he hears nothing. No chatter, no cars, no panting in the distance.

He lets out a screech when a hand falls onto his shoulder. Whipping around, Cole punches the figure as hard as he can.

They in turn, cry out.

“OW! Cole what the hell!”

Cole’s eyes widened.

“Skylor? What are you-”

“Yeah, it's me dipshit, what are you doing all the way out here, we’ve been looking all over for you!”

Cole stares. “What do you mean?”

“Neighbors heard screaming at (Y/N)’s house almost two hours ago, and they saw you enter the house but when you didn’t come out they feared for the worst, they called the cops and everything. Me and the others have been searching the entire town for you, your phone was found absolutely destroyed, what...what happened.”

Cole looks towards the ground.

“I...I don’t...I don’t know! I-I went to (Y/N)’s house and this-this thing it was all...all bloody and violent, it chased me out and tried to attack me I think! Hell, it even tried to use my phone to lure me back towards it!”

Skylor raises an eyebrow. “Was it human?”

“N-no! God no! It-shit-I-I didn’t get a good look at it.”

Skylor nods her head. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go to my car and I’ll take you to my place, okay?”

When Cole wakes up in the morning, he’s covered by a thick fleece blanket. He feels someone poke him in the cheek, and he groans, batting the hand away. Before the smell of cologne hits him that is.

His head lifts up.

“Kai?” Cole asks.

Kai grins. “Hey there, it seems you and I had the same idea.” He says. “I went over to Skylor’s place after we egged all those houses.”

Cole doesn’t reply.

“I-I already told Skylor everything-”

“I know, in...all honesty it sounds like a wolf..or a...a bear got into (Y/N)’s house, but that-that’s impossible.”

“Well, he...he was complaining about not feeling well,” Cole wonders. “Maybe..maybe he forgot to lock a door, or maybe he left a door open?”

Kai shakes his head. “That..doesn’t sound like (Y/N)...but it...might’ve happened,” He turns to Cole. “how are you holdin’ up?”

“Fine,” Cole replies. “Just fine. Little uh...scared to go out at night...but...yeah.”

“That’s good, your..uh..dad is here by the way.”

Cole groans. “Why?”

“Uh, cause he’s your dad?” Kai pauses. “Although, he’s really pissed, told Skylor he doesn’t want you to go anywhere after school anymore.”

Cole groans. “Ah, he’ll be over it in a day or two.” Cole replies. “I just...hope that (Y/N)’s at school tomorrow.”

Kai shakes his head.

“Hope so too, maybe he got scared and went somewhere else?” Kai says, as Cole gets up and stretches. “He’ll probably show up tomorrow, or call you later.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

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