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okamirayne · 8 months

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*a wild friend looks up from the floor*

God, sorry to just stick around but those last couple of chapters...they're just so fucking good it's unreal. They're not just amazing but somehow they leave me feeling...peaceful? Idk if that makes sense or not

Just having them be together without anything standing between them, all walls down, no secrets or lies or hurts left, finally on the same page. It feels like a true beginning

How you can convey such a deep love without using the word once...though it really goes beyond love, doesn't it. That word is too tame, too small to contain what they have. It's raw and bloody and tender but also elemental in a way that defies description. I know a lot of other readers think Shikamaru mouthed "I love you" against Neji's skin but he wouldn't say that in my opinion cuz it's not enough

*sighs dreamily*

Also, this is neither here not there but something about fandom that always annoys me is how hard shippers fall into stereotypes and use top or bottom as a substitute for gender roles. And especially in regard to Neji it's very hard to find anything that doesn't make him an aggressive dominant person who just always ends up horribly ooc.

So what I really appreciate, especially considering how old the first installment is and how long running the series was, that you don't fall into this whatsoever. The push and pull between them is consistently from the get go not about dominance and submission but about maneuvering themselves and each other onto equal grounds, a place of total equality and trust where those fandom assigned roles have no meaning

It's not about top or bottom, dominant or submissive, it's about the connection and how they need that in that specific moment, which is way more in character for both these characters than anything I've ever read. Most of the time I skip over the sex scenes in fics cuz characterization tends to unravel pretty quickly but when you write them it always feels like "yes, this is the right time and place in the story for that to happen" which is a talent a lot of writers in any form of writing need to cultivate I think

They both have dominant personalities with a deep craving for connection, of course they switch.

*takes a deep breath and eats some chocolate staring into space for a few moments*

Anyway, that was another wild ride and your writing is just so good that I may have hyperfocused on it for a few days straight so now I'm just gonna crash for a bit

Because there is NOTHING else for me to read about them WHATSOEVER. You HAVE NOT written ANYTHING ELSE. This is their HAPPY ENDING.

*the wild friend gives you the two fingered "I have my eye on you" gesture and promptly goes into hibernation*

Are you kidding me? YOU’VE FINISHED UtS? ALEADY???

Ah, dear Wild Friend. Thank You, from all the squishy corners of my gooey, mushy, Feels-Soaked Heart, for the astoundingly awesome, supportive, engaging feedback that you’ve so kindly taken the time out to leave me these past several days. I’m gobsmacked. It’s beautiful. 💜💜

I know a lot of other readers think Shikamaru mouthed "I love you" against Neji's skin but he wouldn't say that in my opinion cuz it's not ‘enough…’

Ah, hell. I love this. <3

Also, this is neither here not there but something about fandom that always annoys me is how hard shippers fall into stereotypes and use top or bottom as a substitute for gender roles.

Oh damn…

I feel you on this. I’m not a fan of the seme/uke, top/bottom dynamic -- for the sheer sake of the dynamic/trope, whereby I sometimes feel that it can result in inadvertent (or deliberate) effeminising of one of the males. So yeah, not a fan. Totally different case if a character has a legit reason they don't enjoy it or want it. I think you can have a dynamic where one that tops without the other losing their masculinity. How the rest of the relationship plays out can certainly balance this.

Ah, yes. The level territory and equal footing that you described is exactly the no-mans-land intimacy they initially fought against and then fought to protect; sure it was riddled with a few landmines along the way…but I’m touched that you felt that sense of hard-won peace they managed to recover when the dust of all their conflicts settled.

Most of the time I skip over the sex scenes in fics cuz characterization tends to unravel pretty quickly but when you write them it always feels like "yes, this is the right time and place in the story for that to happen" which is a talent a lot of writers in any form of writing need to cultivate I think

I hear you. Again, super chuffed and touched you feel this way about how I wrote them. Thank you. With Shikamaru and Neji, it became more about the intimacy of longing, not the immediacy of lust. It’s not an itch that can be scratched elsewhere.

They both have dominant personalities with a deep craving for connection, of course they switch.

Insofar as their sexual behaviours...

so now I'm just gonna crash for a bit Because there is NOTHING else for me to read about them WHATSOEVER. You HAVE NOT written ANYTHING ELSE.

No...

No of course not....never.

*salutes* Thank you again, Wild Friend. Where my words fail, I hope gifs and emojis convey the appreciation. 💜💜💜

#wild friend chronicles #a wild friend is awesome #wild friend kindness #amazing feedback #reader feedback #btb madness #thank you #shikaneji feedback

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obeysword · 3 years

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one thing i do not like to think about is the fact if at/lus was writing for yu & set him in p5 he wouldn't have changed or developed beyond his teenage self. sometimes i really wish he was in the game bc it would have made sense & then i think of why they didn’t & i don’t like where my mind drew up what could have happened. he probably stayed in the small town lifestyle which doesn’t sit well with me for couple of reasons. the biggest i won’t even name because it goes into another thought that doesn’t sit well inside of me. it’s ooc either way but i can’t deny at/lus could have taken that route.

i just don't find any of that believable. Yu at 22 wouldn't be like how he was at 17. 5 years makes a lot of difference especially from teen to young adult (going through a midlife crisis). idk i think of it sometimes & sometimes i feel like bc of that i'm writing that verse wrong because it happens to go against creator content (even if said content is bullshit). but realistically & with development choices, i feel like it just makes sense to go this direction for yu.

he's darker, his heart is consumed by darkness of his own choice. but darkness doesn't always equal evil or malicious purposes. he's like being wrapped in dark velvet & an intoxicating drug. he doesn’t think like normal people & his morality is on his own principles & standing. he’s definitely allowed himself to be more selfish. his presence was always intense & commanding but now it's controlled which actually heightens the dangerous aspect of himself. he’s really an apex predator who commands respect when he walks into a room. he’s not as kind. he��s not as caring. he’s more unhinged. but it’s not in the typical ways of masculine aggression. he’s not going to go chasing after people. if you don’t want him around, he won’t be around - unless there’s a good reason for him to bother but he does project he’s not appreciative of the company he’s sharing. he’ll really make it clear he doesn’t like you & he’d be really passive aggressive. you’ll install violence long before he does. he’s become more withdrawn but with how open his heart was before, this is actually a healthy place for himself. not to say in inaba it was unhealthy, but he wasn’t prepared for the fallout.

idk i just feel sad considering if at/lus had set yu in the game he probably wouldn't have been any different from his teenager self in their hands. so I'm constantly battling: is it right i write him like this? is it okay he's this way with sugar & ice? he’s just not his p4 self. he’s become something else. so i worry going into this if it’s what people expect & really, would at/lus have continued to write him without those years manifesting his growth of character.

#▼ OOC △#wow it's one of those days #but I also get mad & glad I'm the one writing it !!#i always want to do more here bc the ideas are so plentiful #but he's so different #better in some ways worse in others lmao #i'm always on the fence 8(#it's a self-doubt deal #bc as much as i wanna do stuff here i'm always: wheezes what if this is too intense what if they think it's ooc??#i wrote way too much in what should have been a tiny post orz #i love p5 yu & find him easier to relate to than 4 #bc the personality is really flexible & i can experiment more with situations #but yeah then i worry he's too intense or too blunt #not as nice or caring #some of that self exists in 4 but it rarely presents itself

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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Title: snowbound pt 1 of 2/3

Theme: snow

Fandom / Character(s):Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Earth!FemaleReader.

Warnings: First up. I preface with two strong warnings.. I am not a medical professional in any capacity. Second, I am only kind of a casual Star Wars fan, so Idk how things work in their universe as compared to here on Earth. The actual warnings here are blood!tw and injury!tw. Again, I remind you. I am neither a veteran star wars fan nor a medical professional. So, some things may be entirely wrong. And Ben Solo is most likely written totally OOC as he is not a character I am used to writing, by any stretch although i love him with my whole heart... Anyway... The warnings are: Blood!TW, Injury!TW, OOC fandom character and a strong dose of hurt comfort / fluff in the next parts I kind of hope i get to do for this. This part is so long because I was using it to sort of set things in motion..

Word Count: 2k. Listen, I was setting things up and got carried away, rip me.

Listen... You all just don’t fucking understand how much I love Kylo/Ben... I know, I know, he’s a bad guy. Anyway, this is me doing something I’ve literally been dying to do, a scenario in which Ben somehow winds up Earthbound just in time for the holidays...This is my daily entry for my bb @champbucks over on the @12daysofchristmas challenge blog...

OH YEAH.. for the sake of a timeline here.. This part takes place around the end of November/beginning of December. Part two will take place two and a half weeks later and part three will take part a day or so, maybe two, after part two. Trust me, this needed to be said.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

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So, here’s the thing.. There really isn’t anyone on my Star Wars masterlist and like... I haven’t really written anything Star Wars related... Until now. So, if you want to be tagged in my star wars stuff, click the little link below or send me an ask/dm on my main and I’ll happily add you.

@champbucks and @12daysofchristmas

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“What the hell?”

The boom from outside had the windows to my grandma’s old cabin rattling and I quickly sat up just in time to look out the window at the head of my bed to see a bright flash of blue as it disappeared beyond the treeline across the road.

,, Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” my brain nagged at me the whole time I was slipping on the jeans I’d worn earlier in the day. That nagging only grew as I slipped on my warmest boots and by the time I had my daddy’s old shotgun loaded and I was heading out the door, I wasn’t entirely sure if going over to see what the hell was going on in the woods across from my house was a good idea or not.

I mean yeah, the odds were that some idiot kids were racing around Deadman’s curve and one crashed.. Or a drunk trying to drive home on an icy road hit black ice and lost control… At the thoughts of what probably happened, I stopped in the middle of the road and felt my back pocket.

As soon as my fingers grazed the cool weight of my cell phone, I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the woods on the other side of the little country road.

My eyes were adjusting to the semi darkness, so when the wrecked craft came into view just a few feet into the trees, I had to stop and really stare at it, rubbing my eyes.

“What the fuck?” the words left my mouth in a soft gasp as all the breath left my body. I knew exactly what I had to be looking at by now… And rather than turn and walk away, back to my grandma’s cabin, I kept moving closer. Pushing through bushes and trees and overgrown weeds and dead grass as I made my way towards the clearing to get a better look.

I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, because everybody knows there’s a damn good reason we have a military base on the outskirts of our little town and we all know they’re not testing weather balloons out there.. I knew that if this were a military thing, there would most likely be a cover-up.

So I did what anybody would and I pulled out my camera, recording the crash site and taking a few pictures of the craft as I walked around it slowly.

I froze completely when I heard a wounded groan.

Now, I’d assumed that whoever crashed whatever this… Thing.. Was… they’d gotten the hell out of dodge as soon as the crash was over.

,,Or they were dead on contact because the impact was really hard.’’ my brain finished. I glanced all around the clearing that the craft crashed in the middle of. Everything was silent. Almost deathly silent, as if something had come along and sucked up all the sounds and background noise. I shivered and hugged myself, swearing under my breath about not having the presence of mind to stop for a jacket or grab my first aid kit on my way over here...

A scream died on my lips when I felt a strong grip wrap around my ankle as soon as I stepped closer to the wrecked craft, bending down to peer inside, my phone out and ready to call for emergency services.

When I looked down, after I dove away as quickly as possible, of course, I swallowed hard and tried to find words.

“Help.”

As he said it, I got the distinct feeling that this was not a word he enjoyed saying, not at all.

I could only nod and when my brain finally felt it had enough time to process what was going on, it kicked into overdrive.

“Can you pull yourself out?” I finally managed to ask the question.

“Trapped.” the word came on the heels of words that were totally unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I knew instinctively that this guy had to be swearing up a storm and in immense pain.

I guess tonight’s one of the few reasons I’m glad I went into the medical field instead of becoming a horror novelist or a starving artist like I used to want to when I was a kid. Tonight my years of school and training and the experience I’d gotten thus far as an intern at the hospital in town was all going to come in handy.

Because the lack of military vehicles or police by now only meant one thing to me.

The military either didn’t know yet so this gave me a chance to finally do something about the way they were polluting the water supply and making people sick or… Nobody knew about this.

Laughing softly at the thought that I might’ve stumbled onto an alien crash landing, I bent lower, peering into the smashed window and I dug around in my jeans pocket until I found my dad’s old pocket knife.

“I’m gonna.. I’ll try to cut you out, okay?” I muttered. He grunted, a light pained scowl playing at gorgeous and full lips.

I leaned inside a little, swearing as I felt shards of glass.. Or whatever the material was on the windows, digging into my hand..As soon as I got a good look, I realized that he wasn’t trapped by a harness or belt of any kind.

He was trapped because when the craft he was inside made impact, the damn thing basically folded like a soda can. I winced. Drawing a few sharp and shaky breaths, the fog from their warmth lingering in the air as I tried to stop and think.

I should be calling EMTS. I should be leaving him here because everything I’ve ever learned about accidents of any kind clearly predicates that if someone is hurt and you don’t know how fucking bad, you don’t move them.

But here’s the problem with that knowledge and my current situation… If I didn’t do something, then either that military installation was going to get away with the shit they’ve been doing the past few years since they mysteriously popped up on the outskirts, show up to finish this guy off in the time it took me to get help on the way… And then they might just do me in also because I had evidence and proof that they were up to something shady out there... Or… They’d find him and take him back to the base and do God only knew what to him.

,, but he might be an alien…” my brain gave me the gentle reminder and the counter argument arose almost immediately, ,, he can’t be. He looks like I do. He looks human. I can’t just turn my back and leave the guy… If he is military and they do realize what’s happened, he’s as good as dead… And I cannot live with someone’s blood on my hands.”

And with that thought, I proceeded to try and figure out the safest way I could to go about breaking years of protocol that had been drilled into my brain.

I started with the obvious. I leaned in, my body brushing against him as I raised my hand, pressing my fingers to his neck, feeling for the jugular so I could attempt to see if his pulse was steady.

He groaned quietly and I explained in a hushed tone, trying to keep him calm, “I’m trying to take your pulse… to make sure it’s okay to move you if I can get you loose. Because we’re gonna have to get you out of here somehow.”

He merely nodded. I almost asked if he spoke the same language as me, but that was a later question. I was still operating under the assumption that I was working with a very small time frame, either way.

Because even if the military didn’t know what happened out here, they would soon.. Because this just felt like something they would be aware of or become aware of. And I wasn’t going to let them get their hands on the guy, especially when he was injured and far too weak to fight them off.

Or so I thought…

,, where the hell am I? What happened? Need to.. Get out of here. Get back to the others.”

I heard it so clearly that for a second or so, I thought he might’ve actually spoken. I answered quietly, “You’re in Montana. Apparently, you crashed whatever the hell this thing is. If you’ll be still and stay calm sir, I’m trying to get you out of here. We have to hurry. If those damn military guys realize what happened and come down, we’re both probably fucked.” and continued checking him over.

I dreaded what I was about to have to try and do, because if there was any internal injury, I was about to make it worse. The goal, I decided mentally, was to move him as carefully but as quickly as possible.

He gritted his teeth and gave another long and wounded grunt as he seemed to pick up on my rush and started trying to maneuver his legs free from the part holding them in place.

“Okay, whoa. Easy, sir. Stop moving, damn it!” I said frantically, eyes widening as they settled on the dark depths of his eyes.

He glared at me, speaking in a calm but firm tone. “I have to get out of here.”

“And if you’ll go about this carefully, like I said before, you might actually live through this. I don’t know if you’ve been injured internally or not. I won’t know how severe your injuries are until I’m back at my cabin. I’m hoping that since you’re vocal enough to be an entire stubborn ass right now, that you’re really not seriously injured.” I snapped back because he’d snapped at me just seconds before.

He eyed me, almost wary. Almost as if he weren’t entirely sure whether to trust me. But I stared him down, firmly as I could. He managed to get his legs free and clear of the way they’d been pinned somehow and if I hadn’t thought the guy might be strong as an ox when he grabbed my ankle before, I now knew that fact beyond a shadow of doubt.

Oh, he grunted and groaned and growled in pain the entire time, but he seemed to be entirely too stubborn for his own good, too hell bent on getting himself out.

Once he was slowly pulling himself through the busted glass and lying on the snow, I cleared my throat. He winced and gritted his teeth as he pulled himself to a sitting position in the snow. The form fitting black garment he wore on his upper body was shredded in a place or two from the way he’d pulled himself through the window of the wreckage.

“Do you think you can walk? Because we need to figure something out.” I asked the question as I worked on keeping calm. But I was in a bit of a panic see, because internal injuries are difficult to spot and often, they go unnoticed until the person injured either dies or suffers massive complications. And I knew that me, moving him as little as I had and then him freeing himself from the wreckage somehow and all that movement… It was tempting fate, in my own opinion, but I was that determined not to let all this be covered up or to have this man’s blood on my hands.

He looked as if he were going to attempt it and I stood, holding my hands out to him to at least try to help him. But after the second or third attempt, the fight or flight response within me kicked in and I was… Growing impatient to get him indoors and both of us hidden away somewhere safely.

“I’ve got an ATV up at the cabin. It’s literally just across the road at the top of the hill… I need you to stay here and stay hidden. Are we clear?” I didn’t mean to bark it at him like an order, I guess I just assumed at the time that if he were a soldier who worked that base, he was used to it.

He bit his lip and eyed me.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” that firm tone, I won’t even begin to go into the effect it had on me, but I was the one who wasn’t injured and didn’t possibly have the US Armed Forces about to pop up at any second, so I had to act as if nothing he did or said had any sort of effect on me at all.

And god was it ever hard!

“Which one of us crashed a fucking piece of government property and is injured, sir?” my hand dragged through damp hair and tugged a little as I tapped my boot against the crunchy snow covered forest floor.

“ The ship is mine.” he corrected. I eyed him with a brow raised.

“Whatever you say. Either way, arguing semantics with you is not getting either of us to my cabin.”

The searing pain that shot through my palm as I rubbed it against my jeans had me grimacing, but I tried to ignore it. He stared me down, head tilted slightly.

“Alright. I’m going now.” I turned on my heels and I bolted up the hillside, hurrying so fast across the slippery pavement separating me from my cabin that I nearly slipped a time or two and I finally got to the shed that I’d parked the ATV under after riding it along the creekbank earlier to look for fallen trees I could use as firewood.

The keys were still in the ignition. I jumped on and fired it up, biting back a pained whimper as I curled my hand around the handlebar and that only put more pressure on the wound that I didn’t even realize I’d gotten trying to help the man out.

I shoved out the pain and focused on getting back across the road as quickly as possible. And in the back of my mind, yes.. I did find it more than a little odd that nobody had come down. The neighbors a mile away from me have to have heard… Then I remembered that Herb and Isla were out of town, in Kentucky with their oldest daughter and her family for the holidays.

,, c’mon lady luck, don’t fail me now.” the thought came and went and I took a shortcut through the treeline that I knew would put me straight in front of the crash site. Now I just had to hope to God that the guy was okay and he hadn’t left the scene.

Right as the crashed ship came into view, I spotted him trying yet again to use the wreckage to pull himself to his feet and I rushed over.

“You’re a stubborn one.”

“Trying to..” he took a few heavy breaths and grumbled before continuing, “Get back home.”

“And you can do that.. The second you’re at least partially healed, sir. I’m gonna…” I trailed off, awkwardly positioning myself against his side so that he could use me as a crutch and lean on me to get to the ATV so I could take him back to my place, “Lean on me.”

But the guy was an actual fucking giant.

And normally, in a non life or death situation, I’d have been absolutely mesmerized by… Pretty much everything about him. But tonight, I was too focused. Too intent on getting both of us to safety.

,, daddy always told me curiosity killed the cat. Now look what I’m smack in the middle of.” I thought to myself, grunting a little as he leaned into me heavily, my arm around his lower back and his arm around my shoulders as he clumsily tried to make his way to the ATV.

Once I got on and he managed to get himself on behind me, I took off. “Might wanna cover your face.”

And a minute or so later, as I parked the ATV right at my porch steps to make it a little easier to get him inside, he eyed me warily again, this time questioning, “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know who I was?”

“What do you mean was?” I asked the question, all the worst possible scenarios flashing through my mind. And that adrenaline surge from earlier that I had yet to come down from? A little more panicked.

He muttered something and shrugged, putting a shoulder around me again as he grunted and managed to get himself standing.

The light overhead on my porch caught on his bloodied pants leg and I grimaced. “Well, pretty sure that’s a broken leg.”

I kicked open the front door with my foot and helped him into my living room, letting him sink down onto the couch. After I got him all settled in, I rushed around my pantry gathering up my medical supplies that I kept on hand.

And I wandered back into the living room, taking a seat on the handmade heavy wooden coffee table in front of my old plaid couch. “You’re gonna have to… Take off the shirt..”

He eyed me, this curious gleam in his eyes that quickly vanished when I firmly repeated myself.

His eyes caught on my palm and he eyed my own smaller wound, then fixed his eyes on me. “You’re dripping blood on the floor.”

“And I’ll worry about that as soon as I’m totally certain that aside from a possibly broken leg and a few cuts and bruises, you’re fine.” I insisted, a firm tone of my own as I started to tug the ripped fabric up and over his body. I grimaced at the older scars and bit my lip as I surveyed the bruises already starting to form against pale skin. “Are you in any pain at all when you breathe?”

Bear in mind here. I am still only just an intern. So I haven’t actually had to deal with a whole lot in the way of injuries. The most I’m currently allowed to do is make rounds and do consults, checking in on patients to let their actual physician know what they might need or how they might be feeling on that particular day.

So this was all trial by fire for me.

One glance at his well muscled body had me definitely continuing to think that he was one of the guys from the military base and I made a mental note to maybe NOT turn down Carrie if she offered to set me up with one of the guys her fiance knew in the future as I had been doing.

He cleared his throat.

“A little.”

“Most likely dealing with a bruised rib or two. I’ll wrap those for now.. I’ll call in a favor with Dr.Albertson in the morning...I don’t think he’ll tell anybody.”

The man nodded, agreeing.

I went back to cleaning and patching the wounds I could patch and then I turned my attention to his leg.

“I’m going to have to cut your pants leg…”

“Or I could take off my pants.”

I eyed him as soon as he said it because truth be told, not only did he have me flustered in saying it, but also, I couldn’t entirely tell if he were being helpful at last, or if he were being a flirt.

As if to prove he was serious, he rose up slightly, unfastening the black pants he wore, working them down his hips and I have literally NEVER… ever.. Turned away and tried to still catch a peek as I did in that moment.

“Christ. You could’ve given me a second to turn.”

“Why?” he tapped my shoulder as he asked the question and I turned around.

My breath caught in my throat and I quickly had to refocus myself. Because if I thought taking his shirt off was a bit of a distraction… Then him sitting there pantsless was.. A bit more.

I bit my lip and my eyes settled on the lower portion of his leg. The swelling was bad. The leg was definitely broken. I sighed and clucked my tongue, shaking my head.

“I’m gonna have to call in that favor with the old man now. Because this can’t wait to be looked at. And I need to be sure you’ve got no internal injuries.” I stood abruptly, nearly doing so fast enough that I almost landed on top of the guy.

He eyed me and I pulled back and away from him, raising to a full stand. Walking quickly into my kitchen and sliding the pocket door closed behind me.

“Hey, doc? I know it’s late, but if you get this, can you please swing by my grandma’s cabin on your way home tonight? I need your help. And I need someone who can be trusted to stay quiet on what you’re gonna see.”

I’d just walked back into the living room when my cell phone rang in my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather explain when you get here, doc.”

“I’m on my way now. Just grabbing my equipment.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“I always told you and I promised your grandma when you were knee high to a grasshopper. If you ever need me, kid, I’ll be there.”

I hung up and sank back down onto the coffee table, letting a deep breath escape my mouth. The adrenaline was starting to wear off finally and all I could do now was… Process everything. Try to figure out just how far up the proverbial creek I might’ve gotten myself.

The man shattered the silence in the room by clearing his throat and reaching out. I eyed him, a brow raised.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re not going to do something about your hand, I’m going to.”

“It’s fine. It’s a little scrape.”

“There’s blood caked on it.”

Something in the look he gave me had me extending my hand. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of myself, though I didn’t realize this until much later…

His larger hand gripped mine carefully, holding it on bare legs.

“You still haven’t put any pants on, what the hell..”

“If you called that person and they’re going to come and examine me, doesn’t make sense to.” he didn’t look up as he answered, instead, focusing on swiping the cloth that I’d gotten as a spare in case I needed a clean one for his wounds. When the light overhead caused something in the wound to glisten, I tried to yank my hand free in a hurry, but that sensation was back in my mind and his grip on my wrist tightened to a point where I couldn’t move.

“Be still.”

That firm tone again, honestly, fuck him for it.

“Fine. But I feel like I should remind you, I am a medical professional. I could get this looked at when Doc arrives.”

“Well, I’m doing it now.” he stated calmly, as if I had no say in the matter. And when I opened my mouth to argue, to insist I could just wait the ten minutes it would take Doc to get to my cabin, nothing came out.

He gave me this smug look as he took my tweezers and worked them into the cut, making me bite my lip and take a few deep breaths.

When he finally got the shard free, I pulled my hand back, cradling it against me.

He eyed me, amused it seemed.

“I’ll clean it out and wrap it now, thanks.” I mumbled in a softer tone, giving him a small smile and thanking him.

Now, we just had to wait on Doc to arrive...

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ao3feed-bakudeku · 5 years

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by txvbios

There was another time, in some distant memory, when he’d met someone so volatile that explosions seemed to cascade from their eyes.

Midoriya Izuku has found himself a stalker, with a somewhat-nostalgic scent of blood on the asphalt steps of an exploding building and the aftertaste of nitroglycerin on his tongue. Surprisingly, he doesn't mind.

Words: 282, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Yoarashi Inasa (mentioned), Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, the ugly pervert grape

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Mates, True Alpha, true omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Courtship, Stalking, Stalker Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Rich Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Verse, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Knotting, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Consensual Sex, Loss of Virginity, Mentions of Mildly Dubious Consent (in the past), Mentions of Underage Sex (in the past), BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Mpreg, Engagement, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Scents & Smells, True Love, so consensual it hurts, lowkey kinky but not really?, izuku jerks off in his room knowing that katsuki might've installed cameras in it, Love Letters, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Insecure Bakugou Katsuki, i swear the stalking isn't as creepy as it sounds, Enthusiastic Consent, katsuki might be a little ooc??? idk, Not Beta Read, We Die Like Men

#ao3feed #fanfic #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Bakugo Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #ao3

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sazandorable · 6 years

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001, zero time dilemma. 002, nanu/giovanni. 003, luna lovegood

bWHEHEHeh for the second one x’D

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

ZTD (spoilers!):

Favorite character: Akane or Carlos… quite likely Carlos :O

Least Favorite character: /answers before question is even finished/ Eric

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): C-Team, P-Phi/Diana >>;;;; … and that’s about it tbh. So uh, Carlos/Junpei and Akane/Junpei. I don’t mind Sigma/Diana and it did hit me good but I’m not super into them.

Character I find most attractive: KURASHIKI AKANE

Character I would marry: definitely not kurashiki akane wtf were you thinking junpei. Diana is the only one that can be even considered.

Character I would be best friends with: Carlos

A random thought: when characters have a great no-romo friendship in canon and make me love it, I often end up shipping them, so it’s really surprising that I didn’t end up shipping Sigma/Phi. (I loved them SO MUCH both in ZTD and in this game…)

An unpopular opinion: errr idk what is unpopular. so just a “negative” opinion: out of the series this was probably my least favorite entry, though it had a lot of really REALLY good stuff. But it felt a bit underwhelming as a final installment, it wasn’t as tight and controlled as 999, opened up more questions and brought up new elements that weren’t really necessary, Mira and Eric felt parachuted in for no reason without being really tied to the plot or fitting in with the universe… (Carlos and Sean managed better, and Diana fit in seamlessly). (The tie-in to VLR was amazing though!)… also i’m really mad that the boy WAS called “Q” in official content, like the website. that’s not a ~trick~ that’s an outright lie.

My canon OTP: C-Team is canon right

Non-canon OTP: >> I’m still on Aoi/Junpei and I got unreasonably happy at that one (1) time Junpei asks about him

Most bad*** character: SEAN (sort of)

Pairing I am not a fan of: Mira/Eric had some great moments (with a lot of heart~) but never quite bought me over

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Again, Mira and Eric, mostly because they don’t really evolve or have any reveal or any sort of big climax that changes them (well, the whole gimmick of the game kinda prevents that). There’s shades of that in the epilogue files, but those are very unsatisfying by definition.

Favourite friendship: Mira and Sean.

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

Nanu/Giovanni:

when or if I started shipping it: like two weeks ago, when it was announced that they knew each other, and then for real the second Nanu pronounced his name

my thoughts: WHAT. THE. HELL.

What makes me happy about them: they’re super funny because they just. don’t care. they do what they want and they don’t give a crap and they’re just really really funny.

What makes me sad about them: it’s probably really, really bad for Nanu’s psychological state and he probably knows and doesn’t care.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: N/A

Things I look for in fanfic: when applicable, will be sass and snark and absence of serious R&J-style melodrama (although a cynical off-handed study of how fucked up and bad-for-Nanu it is would be gr8)

My kinks: casual, unloving, snarky, cynical “relationship” that is not a relationship, but they get each other, and are probably amongst the very few people who do. Gio appears to be able to predict Nanu very well, and I’d imagine he’s the only person in the world who both knows what kind of world Nanu lives in and doesn’t feel pity for him about it.also they’re probably reaaaaaaally kinky (if nanu can be bothered).

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: they’re both perfectly happy alone with their cat(s). Gio/Delia (Hanako) and Nanu/Looker (Handsome) or /Hala are also totally ok.

My happily ever after for them: nah. I would like nanu to be healthy and happy though, if at all possible, but that would involve no gio.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

Luna Lovegood:

How I feel about this character: I LOVE HER, at the time i read OotP i was her and everyone agreed, I was so happy to have her

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Ginny, Neville and I really loved the Seamus bit in the DH book

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Neville and Seamus are great as this too, + Harry !!!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character: wtf no she would never get married and start a family what the fuck that’s so ooc who wrote this

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Hmm, nothing in particular, I was very happy with her in canon… maybe more friendship with Ginny? but I actually really like that Ginny is friendly and cool with her without being the bestest of BFFs. Ginny’s just casually cool like that.

My OTP: Ginny

My OT3: uhhh… oh, would be super cute with Ginny and Neville :O

#tofukitten #zero escape #ztd #catloversshipping #luna lovegood #harry potter

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