#please tell me you understand that going to a doctors office is not why i'm so anxious about this.

[altruistic-meme]

me: i have anxiety about doctors

my mom: everyone has anxiety about doctors

me: no, they actually don't

my mom: okay no they probably don't, but i don't like going to the doctor either

me:

me: you know that's not the same, right? like you do understand that this is not the issue i'm having?

#mom. mother. please. #i am not afraid of going to the doctor. i don't care about getting needed shots or whatever. #i'm anxious about wasting my time by having my experiences ignored bc they percieve me to be a woman #as well as having diagnosed anxiety meaning that my concerns will be brushed off. AGAIN. #and then having to do all of this shit over and over. #like. #please tell me you understand that going to a doctors office is not why i'm so anxious about this. #shh ac #seriously shut up

[gezelligs-world]

I Hope I Never Lose You

(Bada lee x Fem!Reader)

"When will you arrive?!" Bada said whining through the phone. I laugh while opening the car door.

"Calm your ass down sweet face, I'm on my way." I said and hung up the phone. I turned my engine on and went ahead.

"The traffic is worse than yesterday..." I mumbled while staring ahead. I was about to forward my car when I heard a couple of beeps behind me.

"Miss! Turn your car!" Before I even do what the stranger said, I see a car going towards me at full speed. I feel the glass from the windows fly at me and saw several people running to the scene before I black out.

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"Why is she not here yet?" Bada muttered but enough for her make up artist to her it.

"Your girlfriend is not here yet?" Bada nodded with a little pout on her lips.

"She said she will be here an hour ago, it's just a 30 minute drive from our apartment." The make-up artist nodded in understanding.

"Maybe there's traffic, hm?" She said trying to enlighten the mood of the dancer.

"I hope so..."

"Dancers! Please gather at the set! Filming will start soon!" Bada sighed and stood up. She tried to be understanding and maybe you will not make it because of personal problems. She stretches her arms one more time before going outside the make-up room.

The make-up is starting to pack some of the make-up that are needed for retouching when she hears Bada's phone ringing. She was about to go outside the room to inform Bada but she heard the song playing meaning the filming is already starting. The make-up artist had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, is this Bada?" A male voice is heard. The make-up artist looked at the caller ID and saw that it's an unknown number.

"This is not her, she's busy. May I know your intentions?"

"There happened to be a car crash here and the victim's first emergency contact is Ms. Bada. I just want to inform her about what happened to- I suppose her girlfriend. This is her in-charged doctor speaking." Speechless is an understatement at what the make-up artist is feeling. Should she tell Bada? But Bada may feel overwhelmed...

Before she could reply, the phone got snatched. She turned around and saw that it was one of the directors of the set.

"We will inform Ms. Bada right away." The director then hung up the phone.

"Don't tell this to Bada-sshi, got it?" The director said with a warning and commanding voice.

"But PD-nim-" The director glared at her and went out leaving the make-up artist with mixed thoughts.

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"Congratulations everyone! We're done!" The director said as the dangers clap their hands except for the main dancer, Bada.

"Why is Bada looked so down today?" Mina Young said while analyzing Bada.

"I heard that Y/n didn't get to visit her today." Funky said and Mina gasp dramatically.

"That must hurt so bad!" Mina said.

Bada heard the conversation between the two leaders but she just didn't care about any of it at all.

"She promised..." Bada whispered while going back to the make-up room. She opened her phone and saw a lot of missed calls and texts from an unknown number. She opened the messages and almost dropped her phone when she saw the content. Bada grabbed her bag and went running to the exit, not caring about the director calling her or even her still being in her costume.

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She arrived at the hospital and went to the reception desk panting.

"Can you tell me where Ms. Y/n is?" She said breathlessly. The nurse goes through several papers making Bada more impatient.

"Bed 208." The nurse said and Bada immediately went to the direction where it is. She saw multiple people injured in the head, knees, and arms. She saw police officers questioning one of the people which she's guessing was one of the people involved in the accident. Bada kept looking back and forth finding a specific face until her eyes landed on an unconscious figure and a tube in her mouth, and a stable heartbeat that are heard through the monitor.

"Y/n..." Bada slowly approached her significant other and kneel down beside her bed. She grabbed her lover's hand and cupped it on her face. Bada is known to have controlled emotions but her tears are already falling.

"Ms. Bada?" She heard someone talk behind her. She wiped her tears and turned around. She stood and bowed lightly when she saw that it was the doctor.

"Yes, that's me." She said trying not to let out a cracked voice.

"May I know your relationship with Ms. Y/n before I get to tell you her condition?"

"Fiancé." Bada answered.

"Ms. Y/n suffered a lot of scratches on her left arm that is broken due to the force of the hit and since the direction of the car is moving towards the driver seat, she is in worse condition than the other victims involved." Bada bit her lip while looking and looked up again to look at Y/n.

"When will she wake up?" Bada nervously asked.

"My prediction is tomorrow." The doctor answered.

"A nurse will come and monitor her 2 times a day to see how her condition improved." Bada nodded.

"Can you move Y/n into a private room? The most expensive one." The doctor nodded.

"A nurse will send you a form to sign and Ms. Y/n will be transferred immediately." Bada thanked the doctor. She sat down on her lover's bed while caressing her hand.

"I hope I never lose you." Bada said and kissed Y/n's knuckles. A nurse approaches Bada to sign a form for Y/n's transfer, Bada signed it and Y/n is transferred to a private room.

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"Unnie, I heard what happened to Y/n unnie..." CheChe sadly said at Bada.

"Don't worry, your Y/n unnie is strong." Bada ruffled CheChe's hair.

"Can we visit her soon?" Tatter asked.

"Of course but only limited people may come and visit." Bada's members nodded in understanding.

In the middle of the break during the shooting of the street woman fighter, the hospital informed Bada that Y/n is finally awake. Even though she wants to go to the hospital and keep Y/n in her arms, she has to stay and remain professional, and also because she's the leader of Bebe. But once the shooting is finally finished, she rushes towards the parking lot and drives to the hospital. She ran at Y/n's room and opened it, she saw her significant other staring at her while sitting up.

"Bada..." Y/n smiled, Bada eyes began to be teary when she finally realized that death did not take Y/n from her. Bada rushed towards her and hugged Y/n, careful to not touch her scratches. Y/n let Bada rest her head on her chest as she caressed Bada's hair.

"I almost lost you..." Bada said while sniffing.

"You did not. I'm alive, see?" Y/n grabbed Bada's hands and cupped it on her face.

"You cannot die yet, I haven't got to marry you yet." Bada said and Y/n nodded in agreement.

"That's right..." They hugged each again and Bada whispered something at Y/n's ear.

"I almost lost you, I'm not gonna let that happen again." Bada kissed Y/n under her eyes and caressed her head, rocking their figures side by side.

#bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #angst #bada lee #Spotify #bada lee fanfic #bada lee swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #swf2

[wintersoldiersoul]

Hi.

Saw you are taking requests.

I got shingles the weekend close to my birthday, i confuse it with allergy because i am allergic to basically anything and then on my 24th birthday i got that it was actually shingles, doctor told me that my immune system went down and that is why i got it. Before that i was under so much stress because of work that i developed burn out and had to quit my job (literally spent months, weeks of my life visiting the emergency ward because i kept getting sick due to stress and burn out) probably that Triggered the shingles.

Could you write something with Bucky in which the reader suffers similar sh**? I just need comfort from my fave character 😭

If you dont feel comfortable is fine, i understand 😁

KUDOS!

I'm so sorry you went through that! I hope you are much better now. I tried to make this as medically accurate as possible (I texted my friend in med school LOL) but I am definitely not a doctor so if some stuff isn't accurate, just pretend it is.

You threw your hair up into a ponytail to get it out of your face. Hours slumped over at your desk weren't doing any favors. You grabbed the energy drink and chugged it to prevent your eyes from closing. You were almost done with this assignment. Just a little bit longer, you told yourself. 

Working full time and being a grad student was taking a toll on you. You spent every day from 9-5 in your office and every night from 6-10 in classes. You crammed homework in anywhere you could, which often meant staying up most of the night. It was approaching 4am, now. 

The office door creaked open and Bucky strolled in, sleep still filling his eyes. “Baby,” he sighed. “Come to bed.” He had woken up and the bed was cold without you beside him. He walked over to you, kissing your forehead.

“Can’t,” you mumbled without looking up from your computer.

“You gotta get some sleep, darlin’.”

You sneezed, still typing away. “I’m fi-” your words were interrupted by another sneeze.

Bucky stood, looking at you with a stern expression. “Well look at that. You’re getting sick.” 

You waved your hand. “No, I’m not. It’s just allergies,” you said, sniffling. “You know this time of year is bad.” The past few months, you had been sick on and off multiple times. A cold, a small fever, you were sick more than you weren’t. 

“Honey, please just get some sleep. You haven’t slept in days.” He was practically begging. He knew how much stress you were under and getting no sleep wasn’t going to help. He was extremely worried about you.

“Just give me 10 more minutes, okay?” You compromised.

“Fine. But I’m sitting right here and setting a timer. The second it goes off, I’m carrying you to bed.”

He did exactly that, throwing you over his shoulder when you didn’t get up immediately at the ring of his phone. Despite the intense amounts of caffeine you had consumed, you fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

Bucky woke up before you the next morning, smiling at your sleeping form. Your hair was sprawled over your face and he gently pushed it away to kiss your cheek. But as soon as he moved the strands, he noticed that your cheeks were flushed. He put the back of his flesh hand on your skin. Heat radiated off of your face before he even touched you. You were definitely sick.

He got up, being careful not to wake you. He left the bedroom returning a few minutes later with water, Advil, and a thermometer. You groaned as your alarm rang, sending shooting pains into your skull. You groaned, opening your eyes. You felt like absolute shit. Your whole body ached, your throat was on fire, and even your skin hurt.

“You’re sick.” Bucky stated, as if he was informing you.

“Yeah, I can tell,” you retorted, wincing at the pain in every cell of your body. He smiled softly, brushing your hair behind your ears. 

“I got you some water and Advil. Can I take your temperature, doll?”

You nodded and he put the thermometer under your tongue. He looked it, eyes widening. “Shit baby, that’s not good. Your temp is 102.8. How do you feel?”

“Horrible,” you pouted.

He sighed. “I’m not surprised. That’s a really high fever, baby. I think we should go to the doctor.”

You groaned, not wanting to move. You felt so horrible that the thought of having to get up and out of bed was a nightmare. You felt like you couldn’t stay awake, eyes closing no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. “Can’t move,” you whispered, coughing slightly. “My whole body hurts so much. Just wanna sleep.”

Bucky didn’t know what to do. In his mind, sickness meant calling a doctor. He had spent so many years worrying about Steve back in the 40s, sitting with him while he got looked at. He still wasn’t used to how things were today. The google search he did on his phone told him that if your fever went above 103, to take you to the hospital. In his opinion, you were close enough that he wanted to rush you there right now, but he could see how exhausted you were.

“Alright, rest for now. But if it gets worse we’re going to the hospital.” You didn’t even hear him as you had already fallen back to sleep.

You woke up in a daze, cold sweat clinging to your body. You were shivering aggressively, shaking the entire bed. “Babe?” Bucky said, noticing you were awake. “You cold?”

You nodded, teeth chattering. He quickly grabbed you another blanket, wrapping you up like a burrito. He wrapped his arms around you, hoping that his body heat would help, too. One of the major perks of dating a super soldier was that the chances of getting him sick were very slim. He held you as close as possible, trying to keep you warm. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, voice dripping with sympathy.

 “Can you take your temperature again for me?” He asked after your shivering had subsided a little bit. You put the thermometer back in your mouth, waiting for the beep. Bucky took it from you, heart stopping as he looked. “I know you don’t wanna move, but we gotta go to the ER. You’re at 103.6. That’s really really bad.”

You groaned. You felt so horrible, his words barely even registered in your mind. He picked you up and carried you to the car, whispering words of encouragement along the way. You closed your eyes again, finding it physically impossible to stay awake. Bucky held your hand the entire car ride before picking you up and carrying you into the ER. He let you sleep as you waited, positioning your head on his shoulder. He constantly watched you to make sure you were still breathing. He didn’t wanna wake you until he absolutely had to.

When you were finally called in, he shook you gently. “Can you walk?” He asked. You weakly nodded and he helped you to your feet letting you lean on his body as you went to the exam room.

The doctor hooked you up to an IV immediately to hydrate your sick body as they examined you.

“How have you been sleeping?” She asked you.

“Um, not great,” you answered, voice sounding raspy. “I’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“She hasn’t slept in a week,” Bucky interjected. “She’s been getting sick a lot these past few months since she started grad school.”

The doctor nodded. “Okay that’s very good to know.” She proceeded to ask you a few more questions and then said, “Did you have chicken-pox as a kid?”

You nodded. “Yeah. When I was 5.”

She carefully rolled up your shirt, revealing a rash on your side. “It looks like you have shingles. The stress you’ve been under seems to have weakened your immune system which is why you’ve been getting sick so much. It makes sense that with all of that the virus would come back now.”

Bucky held your hand. He was relieved that you had a diagnosis but of course he was terrified. Back in his time, that would have been a death sentence. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Buck,” you answered. 

“Yes,” the doctor agreed. “We’re gonna keep her here for at least tonight because your fever is so high. But you will be okay.”

Bucky exhaled. “Oh, thank god.”

“Can I go to sleep now?” You asked the doctor. You were so exhausted.

“Yes. I’ll let you rest,” she smiled before leaving the room.

“I’m so sorry you feel so shitty,” Bucky said, holding your hand. “Will this make you take it easy?”

“I don’t know what I can do to change anything,” you said with tear filled eyes. “Literally the only time I have to get things done is in the middle of the night.”

He looked into your eyes. He wanted to help you so badly that his heart ached. He wanted you to be happy and healthy. “What if you quit your job?” He suggested. “You only took this as a temporary thing anyway. I know you don’t wanna stay there when you’re done with school.”

“I can’t not have a job, Bucky,” you argued.

“Baby,” he looked in your eyes. “Do you have any clue how much the Avengers pay me?” He smirked. “Trust me, you don’t need a job.” You opened your mouth to argue, ready to tell him that you didn’t need his money. “I know you’re your own person and you can make your own money. And one day, with that brain, you will make so much all on your own. But baby, you’re drowning. You’ve been sick more days than not the past few months. Please, let me take care of you. Just for a bit. I’d never tell you what to do and if you really wanna stay, you can. But you’re killing yourself, darling. And I can’t just sit back and watch as it happens. Just think about it. Please.”

You lazily smiled. “Okay. I’ll think about it. But not right now. Right now, I need to sleep.”

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. “Go to sleep, my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #marvel #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #bucky #the winter soldier #bucky x sick reader #sick fic #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #catws #bucky barnes fanfic #captain america #bucky barnes comfort

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

The Widows Wife

Warnings: slight toxic marriage/relationship, mention of miscarriage, angst, mention of divorce?

Words: 1,175

A/N: the words like "this" are flashbacks

sooooooooo i really don't write angst that much but idkkk kinda wanted too yk?

hi my darlings, i hope you slept well lately. have you been eating and drinking water properly? i love you all! <3

“I'm so sorry Mrs. Romanoff, the doctors can't detect a heartbeat.” you broke down into tears, “Can– can I contact my wife?” the nurse nods, handing you the hospital phone before leaving the room.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up..” you muttered to yourself, bouncing your leg anxiously. “Hey, you just reached ‘Natasha Romanoff's’ phone, she's not available right now.”

The house was cold and quiet, considering the fact that you put the baby to sleep, the only people awake were you and your eldest child. “Mommy,” the little boy tugs on your shirt, “When is Mama coming home?” you sigh, “I don't know buddy, but she'll be here soon okay?”

“Mommy, when's Mama coming home? Is she gonna miss my birthday?” you pick him up, “I'm sorry baby, Mommy's here though.” he pouts, throwing his little arms around your neck. “Where did Mama even go?” you kiss the side of his head, “She– she's at work baby.”

He climbs onto your lap and rests his head on your shoulder. “I miss her.” you stroke his hair soothingly. “I miss her too sweetie, I miss her too.” to your surprise, you hear the jingle of keys as the front door opens.

“Mama!” he jumps off of your lap and runs over to her. “I missed you's so much! Mommy did too!” she chuckles, ruffling his hair. “She did? How is Mommy hm?” she looks over to your exhausted self, sitting in the living room.

“Bad. She cries a lot Mama.” Natasha furrows her brows in confusion, “Hey.. Alex, did Mommy tell you why she's been crying?” he shakes his head, ‘No.’

“Yelena.” you call out to your sister-in-law. You had just gotten back from the doctors office, you were an emotional wreck. She furrowed her brows, “Y/N? What happened? What's wrong sestra?”

You walk up to her, hugging her tightly. Your fallen tears start to soak up the fabric of her shirt. “The doctors– they couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. I called Natasha but she's not picking up, I need her with me. But she's out on a mission for god knows how long.”

She sighs, looking down at the toddler, “Okay, buddy how about you go to your room and play with your toys yeah? Me and Mommy need to talk okay?” he nods, walking off to his room.

“Detka, what's wrong?” she asks, sitting down next to you. “Everything. Nat, you were gone for 5 months.” her smile fades, “So? I don't understand. What happened?”

Tears prick the corner of your eyes, glossing them over. “The– the baby. They're gone Natasha.” your voice strarts to crack, as you were on the verge of tears.

She gasps softly, bringing her hand to grasp yours. “I'm so sorry baby—” you quickly move your hand away from hers, “Nat I don't want to hear it.” she bites back a response, pulling her hand away.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, thinking about whether or not you should talk about the divorce right now or later.

“You weren't here.. when I needed you the most. I get that you save the world every fucking day, but just the one day I needed you Natasha. You could've called me back, or sent messages from Fury to me.” she frowns, “Baby I'm sorry, you know that I couldn't contact you–”

You nod, “You missed our anniversary. I get it Nat, I really do. You go around and save the world. But I needed you that day, okay? Alex, our little boy was there for me but you couldn't be there.”

You set down the sleeping baby down in her crib, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, watching her stir in her sleep. You look down at your ring finger, toying with your wedding ring. “Nat.. I miss you so much. I just– don't know what to do without you here,” your eyes start to water, “Come back to me.. please.”

Sighing, you thought to your self, is she safe? Is she even alive? You wish you knew what was going on in those dangerous missions, but you didn't.

A tear drops onto your hand, you wipe the rest away as soon as you notice that you were crying. “Mommy are you okay?” the toddler comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You smile, nodding your head. “I'm fine sweetheart. What are you doing awake? Go to sleep Alex.” he shakes his head, ‘No’ getting up on the chair to sit down with you.

“Nuh-uh Mommy. You were crying and they don't look like happy tears.” you kiss his chubby little cheek and gently pinch it, “Okay, you can stay with me if you want to buddy.”

You run your fingers through your hair, “Forget about our anniversary. You weren't even here for Alex's birthday, he couldn't stop asking me about if you were coming home or not. What am I supposed to tell him hm? That his mom can't pick her own happiness for just a few days? That– that she chooses to be a superhero rather than to be there for her kids and wife?” 

Tears start to pool in the red-heads eyes as you continue to go off at her, “What's going to happen when Aliana and Alex get older? They'll realize that you're never picking us over saving the world. Alex is already asking questions about why you're barely home.”

“You didn't tell him why did you?” she asks, looking over at you. You scoff, “Right. Like that matters. Of course I didn't Natasha. We both know he loves you more than me.” she sighs in relief. 

The room got uncomfortably quiet after a few more minutes. “I um– I got the divorce papers.” you say, looking away from your wife. Natasha widens her eyes, she feels as though she had a knife stabbed right through her chest.

“W-What..?” her bottom lip trembles, her eyes clouded over with tears. “Nat this isn't healthy. We can't keep doing this, it's always the same loop. I love you, so much. But I can't keep living like this, neither can the kids.” she blinks back her tears, grabbing onto your hand.

“Please moya lyubov don't, I promise I'll be better.” the same thing every time. It never changes, does it?

Every.

Your first ever fight about her overworking herself, “Detka please I'll change I promise. Don't do this.” you sigh, eyes red and puffy from crying. “Okay.”

Single.

She promised. Didn't she? “Natasha stop. I can't take this anymore.” she kisses you softly, “Y/N I love you. Please don't go.” you look up at her, “Fine.”

Time.

“You do this everytime Natasha. I'll always be here for when you keep that promise. But for now I just can't..” your tears roll down your cheeks, tainting your skin. “I'll sleep in the guest room. But I won't be here when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

That was the last thing you said before leaving her alone with her thoughts, she just sat there with a guilt filled heart.

#Spotify #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

more seokmin comfort fics.. i read ‘sleepless’ and its so perfect i swear 😭

YOU MADE MY WHOLE DAYYYYYYY omg. Ran to write this for you, its a bit comfort, a tiiiiiny bit spicy, hope u like it!! please ask for more if you want!

Pillow Talk

genre: fluff with an implied spicy ending?? is there a word for that?? i'm new here lmao, comfort, established relationship

warning: implied mature behavior near the end, brief mention of a phobia of doctors and surgery, brief mention of blood, spooky beginning

words: 1.2k

The scrape of claws dragging slowly against tile floors is the only sound. You are trapped on an operating table, your arms and legs strapped down to prevent any protection from whoever — or whatever — was making its deliberate, terrifying way across the blood-spattered floor toward you. Steely-cold fingers slide up the back of your skull, and you scream yourself awake.

You’re shaking, safe in your bed, Seokmin beside you as he always is. But his hand is on your arm now, and he’s blinking at you sleepily. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, propping himself up on one arm and using his other hand to brush your hair softly from your face.

You lean into his touch, the warmth of his fingertips dispelling some of the chill in your soul from the dream. “Bad dream,” you say, trying to take a deep breath, still trembling. “Really bad dream.”

You know where this dream came from, too. In just a few days, you’ll have a surgery to correct a ten-year-old gymnastics injury. It’s a procedure that will vastly improve your quality of life, has very few risks, and has one of the easiest recovery processes in modern surgery, but you are petrified of doctor’s offices -- the sterile chemical scent, the people with faces mostly covered by masks peering at you from strange mechanical glasses, the powdery feel of latex gloves against your skin. And if doctor’s offices were frightening, it was nothing to the fear you had of surgery, which was just all of those things combined with a drug that made it impossible for you to fight back and the menacing glint of metal in a dim overhead light.

His brow furrows as he looks down at you. “Really? Do you want to talk about it?”

You give him a slow smile. “Why? So you can scare yourself into not sleeping for the rest of the night?”

He smiles at your teasing. “Fair enough,” he says, knowing he is a bit of a scaredy-cat. “Why did you have a nightmare, though? What were you thinking about when you went to bed?”

You sigh. “The surgery, I think.”

He nods in understanding. “I guessed it might be that. Do you want to tell me what you’re worried about?”

You give a humorless laugh. “Oh, just getting kidnapped, dissected, and sold on the black market. Or waking up with my brain in a different body. Or them accidentally operating on the wrong leg.”

Seokmin chuckles, but not in a dismissive way, and the mood immediately lightens. To say these things out loud is so ridiculous that it almost erases your fear, and you find yourself finally able to take that deep breath.

This isn’t lost on Seokmin, who is still watching you carefully. “Do you feel better after talking about it?” he asks.

You assess. Still a little shaky, still a bit panicky, but he’s looking at you with those adorably worried eyes ... it all kind of balances out. Plus, the way he’s leaning over you right now, and the way his biceps are handling his weight, and the tightness of his white t-shirt against his muscular chest...

You find yourself blushing instead of replying as you take in the sight of him, and Seokmin smiles at your expression. “You just thought of something that’s making you bashful,” he realizes, his eyes suddenly mischievous. “Tell me what’s going on in your brain.”

You avoid his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you claim, deciding to tease rather than be forthright -- you’re in the mood for a bit of a game. 

His expression turns dubious. “Really? No thoughts, head empty?” he asks, clearly in disbelief.

You nod solemnly. “Nothing but the wind whistling through my skull cavity,” you say in a spooky voice.

He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be all weird and creepy.”

“And you’re cute all the time,” you admit, knowing Seokmin eats that kind of thing up.

True to form, his eyes light up at your words. “Go on,” he says, laying back down beside you and pulling you into his chest. “Was that what you were actually thinking about while you were lying through your teeth about not thinking about anything?”

“It was...a little different,” you admit, grateful he’s hiding your face so he isn’t able to see you blush even deeper.

He doesn’t catch the hesitation in your voice, but he does start rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, brushing away any tension there. You melt into his chest, and his arms tighten around you. “Well, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” he says quietly, his voice gentle and sweet in the darkness. “But what a gift this is for me, to get to be here to hold you through the nightmares.”

You pull back to look at him. “Really?” you ask.

“Of course!” he exclaims. “I love that I can ease your mind in this way.” He pulls you back in and kisses your forehead several times in rhythm. 

You are extremely aware of another notable way that Seokmin eases your mind, especially when he’s holding you like this. Seemingly subconsciously, Seokmin’s hand slips under the back of your shirt, and your body erupts into chills as his warm fingers begin to trace soft patterns on your skin. You try to resist the urge to sit up and rip the clothes off both of you, reminding yourself to be patient -- you knew he’d never say no to you if you asked, but the longer he made you wait, the more delicious it was afterward. So you settle for a soft sigh against his chest. “Still, I’m sorry for waking you.”

He kisses your cheek this time, and you try not to tense up, knowing that will give away what you want, and then it’ll all be over. But it’s hard not to notice how Seokmin is inching his way down your body, seemingly innocently enough, but in a way that makes you wonder if you’re not the only one playing a game. Perhaps what this is is a game of chicken. Whoever gives in first loses. You decided to make your own subtle move, sliding your fingernails over the backside of his arm. “Nonsense,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “I wasn’t that tired.”

“How tired are you now?” you ask him, keeping a neutral tone, although you know your eyes are burning into his.

He adjusts his position so that he’s leaning over you again. This could just be so he can look at you -- but then again, as his hands glide down your side and over your hips, it could also be not that. “I’m wide awake, baby,” he says, and there it is -- an invitation.

“Hmm...in that case...would you like to know what I was thinking about when I was lying through my teeth?”

“Do go on,” he encourages, his eyes bright as he slowly slides in between your legs, burying his face in your neck and leaving a trail of kisses from your ear to your collarbone. “You might need to be quick about it, though. I don't know how much longer I can wait.”

You laugh. “Oh, it seems like you’ve already got the gist of it,” you tell him. “It’s almost like you read my mind.”

He brings his lips down on yours -- gently, but deeply and slowly and in a way that makes your heart pick up its pace, beating frantically against your sweatshirt. Then he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes and whisper, “it’s your turn, honey. Read my mind.”

You have to laugh -- because when he gets like this, his mind is an open book, the easiest book in the world to read. In response, you just grab the collar of that absolutely sinful white t-shirt, pulling him into another kiss, and let Seokmin sweep you away into his fantasy.

#seokmin imagines #seokmin fanfic #seokmin scenarios #seokmin x reader #lee seokmin #seokmin fluff #svt #seventeen #kpop #dokyeom

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Part 1: Tea

Part 2: Friendship

Ending 1: White lilies

...

Red lycoris

Platonic!Yandere!Mori x Child!Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Dazai

Dazai didn't like your interaction with Mori since the days of the underground hospital. It made him feel an unpleasant mixture of jealousy, fear and anger. The reason for this was, mostly, that Dazai perfectly understood the calculating nature of former doctor, the teenager knew how convincing Mori could be if he wanted to get something. And this is why he should have found you before him, that's what he thought, until he found out that the boss has been processing the documents about your adoption for the second week.

"You didn't tell me you'd already found her, boss."

"Dazai, I can understand your offense, but you didn't tell me you were looking for her either."

"I thought it was obvious that I would be looking for my sister."

Morey shuddered. Today, for the first time, Dazai christened you his sister, as if hinting that he also has the right to be near you. The boss thought for a second, then looked up at the teenager and smiled.

"What is it that turns out? Will I have to call you son when I adopt her?"

"Don't you dare!"

Glancing at the wall clock, Mori quickly signed another document and carefully folded all the documents into a file, headed for the exit. Without thinking twice, Dazai went after the elder. However, he was still not allowed to attend your adoption, after giving instructions to the boy, Mori slammed the car door and drove off after you. Dazai could only wait.

The next day, when Dazai stormed into the boss's office after a mission with a report, he saw you. You looked even worse than the day you left the underground hospital. Throwing the report on the boss's desk, he ran up to you.

"Y/n!"

You nervously clutching the skirt of a new dress that turned out to be big for you, you were worried about Atsushi. Tears began to form in your eyes, the words of the director, when you threw a tantrum that you were not going anywhere, thundered in your head.

'Because of you, there are so many problems with the tiger, it is you who provoke him to attack other children, so the fact that someone want to take you away is nothing but a gift of fate for the whole orphanage...'

Dazai stopped right in front of the sofa where you were sitting, he began to act more slowly, as if afraid to do something wrong and scare you off. It was a rare demeanor for Dazai and it also hit your nerves. Why does everyone behave differently? Why is Elice throwing herself at you like you're the closest person to her? Why is Mori acting like he wants to please you? Is it because he became the boss? Why is Dazai so neat? Why doesn't he tell you everything head-on, as usual? Of course, people change, you understand that, but not everyone and not for the better, especially people from the mafia.

God, you want to go back to the same simple and naive Atsushi as you yourself so much.

"Y/n, I..."

He really wants to comfort you, not because he wants to get your love and affection earlier than Mori, but also because he's really sorry for the condescending attitude he gave you in the hospital.

"I'm sorry, as a brother, I..."

"Dazai, for me you are the same brother as Mori's father, namely no. And I really don't understand why you wanted to play family so much, especially with me."

Previously, you would have been pleasantly surprised by the fact that they consider you their family, but now, after all the mockery in the orphanage and Atsushi's consolations, there was a huge amount of hatred in you, both for the whole orphanage and for these two as well.

"Y/n, why did you get up? You need more rest now. Look how pale you are, and I suppose your head is still spinning..."

Mori came up to you with a glass of water and a pill.

"Take a pill first, and then go to bed. Dazai, wait for me here."

After waiting patiently for you to drink the medicine, Mori took you by the elbow and led you to your room. Yesterday, he realized that you would be stubborn and refuse any help, so today he did a lot without asking your opinion, only informing you that now he would take your temperature, bring food, give medicine and everything like that. Like it or not, he was going to take care of you.

Dazai, looking at this, felt like the confidence that he would be able to take you away from Mori was rapidly leaving him. He was late.

#reader #yandere #platonic #platonic yandere #platonic bsd #platonic mori #yandere dazai #yandere mori ougai #platonic dazai #platonic yandere Mori #platonic yandere Dazai #mori ogai #Mori ougai #dazai osamu #platonic yandere bungou stray dogs

[poisonedprose]

hello can you write something please about Chishiya where he returned to the real world as a doctor and where he meets the reader who comes for a visit but when he examines her he remembers certain moments that he spent with the reader in the borderland where they fell in love

₊˚✧ familiar

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

warnings: post borderlands

masterlist

You sat boredly on the patient's bed, waiting for the doctor to come and examine you for your yearly checkup. There was a knock on the closed door, though the person on the other side didn't wait for an answer. "Hi, my name is Doctor Chishiya."  You smiled and waved at him to which he returned the smile. 

"Y/N?" You nodded and he set down the chart and picked up one of the tools that resided on the table. "So, tell me," He lifted your chin up and pointed the tool at your eye. "When was the last checkup you had?" He shined the light in each of your eyes.

"Last year." He nodded. "Follow the light." You followed his instructions and followed the tool when he moved it. "Good." He placed the tool back in its designated place. 

He took the stethoscope from around his neck and placed the hearing ends into his ears. "Deep breath." You gasped slightly when he lifted up the back of your shirt and the metal piece on your back. 

"Another deep breath." You complied once again. He moved the piece of metal to your chest this time. His hand slid to the small of your back. It felt so familiar to you. Almost as if he's done this before. 

"I'm sorry, have we met before? You seem so familiar to me." He asked with the stethoscope still on your chest. "Nope, this is my first time at this office. I must have one of those faces." You giggled. He nodded but didn't seem content with your answer. 

"Deep breath." He moved the metal piece to your neck.  "Why'd you change offices?" It was obvious he was trying to meddle in your life but for some strange reason, you didn't mind it. If anything, you wanted to tell him. "The doctor I used to go to shut down due to the meteorite disaster." He nodded, removed the stethoscope from his ears, and placed it around his neck. 

Chishiya repeated your name in his head over and over again. It sounded so familiar but he couldn't place his tongue on it. Your eyes gave him deja vu and he couldn't figure out why. "What are some of your hobbies?" He asked, haphazardly. "I don't know, I guess I like to read." 

He scribbled something down on his clipboard and you watched intently. Your head was full of things you didn’t understand. There was something so comforting about talking to him. Some intimacy that you felt with him that you'd never felt with anyone else. "Sorry to bother you, but does your first name happen to be Shuntaro?" 

He froze in his spot. He jerked his head up to look at you, confusion plastered all over his face. "Yes, it is. How did you know that?" You were both stunned. "I think maybe we have met before, I just can't remember when."

#! ♠ ₊˚✧ aib . #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #aib chishiya #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader

[t0ast-ghost]

Episode 30 (Operation Annihilate) WE MADE IT! Though I had a bit of difficulty with this post because they fucking deleted my draft and then brought it back. For no goddamn reason.

Here we go:

- Kirk is staring straight into the sun

- As always kids when avoiding things in space, go to the left

- JIM HAS A BROTHER???!???

- Yelling at Uhura will get you a punch at most Jim. If she can’t do something about the comms then no one can

- It looks like a college building. Imagine going to college and you see the landing party just appear like that

- “They tried to brain us with these clubs.” Brain you?? Yeah, Jim?

- Spock and McCoy being there for Jim after his brothers death

- Aurelan’s fucking SCREAM (props to that actress)

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKIN THING

- IT FUCKING BIT SPOCK. Kirk is losing everyone today...

- McCoy looks so concerned for Spock while operating on him

- As soon as Spock gets on the bridge he pushes McCoy lol

- “These restraints will no longer be necessary. Neither will your sedatives, doctor.” Spock says this with the most pain in his voice, McCoy just crosses his arms and gives him a look like 'nuhuh'

- “I am a Vulcan… There is no pain.” No gain but seriously I can hear it in your voice- damn there goes the restraints

- BADASS SCOTTY MOMENT YEAH

- Bones is fucking furious. He wants to help Spock but the only way he can do anything for him is to have him rest in sickbay

- As soon as Spock is within arms reach of Bones again, he’s scanning him

- gentlemen.. what is this

- “I understand your concern. Your affection for Spock.” Why don’t you just call him out then, Bones. Takes one to know one.

- The fact that Kirk found the answer and that it was fucking light. If I were McCoy or Spock I’d be pissed off

- Continuing on that… what is this???

- “Do you know what one million candlelight square inch can do to your optic nerves?” He asks this like ‘are you stupid?’ But it’s full of care cause he thinks it stupid that Spock is going to sacrifice himself

- Bones is so so worried I can’t I can’t what

- Everything Bones does to try and get Spock out of it is that he gives Spock the chance to get out himself, tries to give him goggles, makes a frowny face the whole time, says that Spock is the best first officer (he shouldn’t be put in danger), he bargains with Jim a bit, and he still has to do this :(((

- aheem

- “Uh Oh.” WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN UH OH, MCCOY

- Don’t be mad at Bones you bitch, that decision was just as much yours as it was his. I swear to god they all fucked up but holy crap he’s feeling terrible already

- They’re gooping. (edit: I don't know what this means anymore)

- “Bones, it wasn’t your fault. Bones. Bones.” Kirk comforting McCoy. It’s so tense and it breaks my heart. They won’t be truly fine until Spock is fine.

- “We tend to ignore it as you ignore your own appendix.” Good line and I'm glad Spock is okay now but also that's so so convenient

- And now: The last couple minutes of conversation between Kirk, Spock, and McCoy that had me squealing and giggling

Kirk walks over: Mr Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume, felt nothing.

Spock: Quite the contrary, Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Doctor McCoy bending over me.

McCoy: Hmm, ‘tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, Mr Spock.

Kirk (as if he didn’t start this): If you gentlemen are finished, would you mind laying in a course for Starbase 10, Mr Spock?

Spock: My pleasure, Captain.

McCoy while leaning against Kirk’s chair: Unusual eye arrangement. I might have known he’d turn up with something like that.

Kirk: What’s that, Doctor?

McCoy: I said, please don’t tell Spock that I said he was the best first officer in the fleet.

Spock turns around dramatically: Why, thank you, Dr. McCoy. (Spock gives him the raised eyebrows)

This episode is so…

Masterpost

Episode written by Steven W. Carabatsos

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #tos uhura #nyota uhura

[creative-kny-fics]

Can you make a Lee Giyuu and Ler Shinobu fic?

For Shinobu's birthday, Giyuu is one of her favorite victims and I suppose she could blackmail him and tickle him for that special day for her.

Please

Well, maybe not her directly since she doesn't like (somewhat) blackmailing someone in order to tickle. But Giyuu will get on Shinobu's nerves and that will make him tickle... (but I will take or try to take your suggestion into account)

A/N: I can't say it's a ship, interpret it however you want!

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Ler: Shinobu Kocho

'Isn't the morning beautiful?! Today is a good day! What if-?!' 'GUYS GUYS GUYS!!', Rengoku and Tengen stopped, giving their friend the chance to join in. 'Hey Kanroji, we were going to go to...-'

'TODAY IS SHINOBU-SAN'S BIRTHDAY!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GIVE HER AS A GIFT!! HELP ME!!', Mitsuri pulled Kyojuro's cloak desperately, she had so many options to give her friend but none of them convinced her that much.

Tengen moved Mitsuri away a little and calmed her down, she wasn't the only one in that situation.

'Well, we were just going to Himejima's estate, he's been planning something for her... You could help us if you like', needless to say what Mitsuri's response was.

'Since we're all here... I guess you

know that Kocho's birthday is today, the good news is that I have everything prepared to celebrate here. Even the girls at Shinobu's estate know it... The bad ones... I didn't have time to complete some things, among them is to go get the cake and keep Shinobu away from here...'

'Mmm... I know of something that will keep Shinobu away from here... Or rather... SOMEONE', Sanemi laughed and left the house without saying anything else, leaving everyone intrigued.

Where was he going? What did he have planned?

'Shinazugawa... Let's see if I understand... Are you telling me to provoke Shinobu to tickle me so you can plan the party?', Sanemi nodded, pushing him in the direction of Shinobu's estate and grunting when Giyuu put his strength and decided not to go any further. 'Oi... What the hell is wrong with you?! WALK THE FUCKING TIME!!'

'And why don't you come in and be the one who receives the tickling?'

'Because you're her best friend, her favorite victim and because she wouldn't scold you for it later', well, he had caught Giyuu in that situation. Even though Sanemi was right, Giyuu did not agree...

Shinobu had nothing more to do on her estate, the girls had already congratulated her and convinced her to go out so she could distract herself and have fun, something Shinobu had accepted and was about to do until...

'OUCH!! HEY-!!' 'AND YOU BETTER NOT SAY ANYTHING!!', Sanemi ran away after having pushed Tomioka to Shinobu's office, who screamed but calmed down when she realized that it was Giyuu. 'Tomioka-San? You scared me... Tell me, what brings you here?'

Giyuu sighed, turning around and approaching Shinobu for a hug and pat her head

'Happy birthday Kocho. I know that as a doctor, your duty is to stay and treat patients, but I would like you to have a little fun and de-stress this day... I love you very much, friend'

'Awww, thank you very much Tomioka-San! I thought you had forgotten... I was just about to leave, what do you say we go out to eat?', she smiled

He could have said yes, but if she went out, her surprise party could be ruined and Shinazugawa would probably hang him for doing so... It was now or never... 'Tomioka-San? Yoohoo! Hey hey Tomioka-San? Are you listening to me?'

'Yes, I'm sorry... It's just that, I'm surprised that even though you're an adult, you haven't grown a single centimeter...', Giyuu was going to regret that, he was sure of it.

Shinobu smiled and moved one of her fingers, motioning for Giyuu to come closer.

He had to, if he made her chase him, she would be even worse off than she already was. 'Now now Tomioka-San... Raise your arms and if you dare to lower them, you'll know what will happen...~'

'Hehehe Kocho... I didn't mean it... I just...-' ' I said... Arms up, you know what happens if you don't...', the movement of her fingers was enough for Giyuu to raise his arms nervously.

But it didn't last long, as he almost immediately lowered them, covering his ribs as Shinobu began to move her fingers like spider legs. 'SHI-SHINOBUHU!! C-COHOMEHE OHOHON!! NOT THE-THEHERE!!'

'Tomioka-San... I said arms up... This is your last chance... Very good! Now... Where was I~?'

Shinobu smiled to repeat the same movement again, also trying to contain her laughter when she saw Giyuu start kicking his feet in the air, she didn't know if she was trying to hold back her laughter or keep her arms up, but she wasn't achieving either of the two.

'Why did you say that Tomioka-San? You have hurt my feelings... I could have expected it from Tengen, Obanai or Sanemi, but from you? I'm disappointed...'

'I'M SOHOHORRY!! KOCHO!! I'M REHAHAHALLY SOHOHOHORRY!!!'

'Mmmm, are you really sorry? I don't know, you wouldn't bother me like that if there wasn't some reason...', oh fuck, she had realized! '...So Tomioka? Which is the reason? Tell me and then I'll stop tickling you...~'

Giyuu shook his head, Sanemi's words immediately coming back to him as he was going to confess the truth.

Shinobu just sighed and shrugged, reaching down with one of her hands and starting to play with the buttons on her uniform. 'Your uniform bothers me a little... Unbutton it!'

'B-BUHUHUT-!!', he couldn't even think of excuses to avoid it anymore.

He lowered his arms and unbuttoned part of his uniform, it was enough for Shinobu to continue. As if that were not enough, Shinobu this time chose to sit on his lap, smiling and raising her arms and giving him one last chance.

'Last chance Tomioka-San! Confess why you did it and I'll set you free!'

'...No...'

'Oh well, you asked for it~'

It was only a matter of a few more minutes for Giyuu to give in, he couldn't take it anymore! Shinobu's weight preventing him from kicking, his arms above his head making him more vulnerable and sensitive, added to the fact that his skin was somewhat exposed made him feel that that tickling session had been a torture that lasted HOURS.

'Know? I'm starting to think you forgot to buy my gift and that's why you did this. Did you want to give me your person as a gift so I could tickle you~?'

'THAHAHAT'S AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THE REHEHEAHAHASON!! *snort* STOHOHOHOP!! *squeal* NO MORE!! NO MOHOHOREHEHEHE!!!'

'I gave you many chances to tell me the truth... But your snorts are cute, if you make one more, I'll give you another chance. So-!', her sentence was interrupted by a snort from Giyuu.

Keeping her word, she looked at Giyuu, giving him the last chance, without stopping... What did you think? Shinobu didn't fall for such games of deception so easily, so Giyuu had to take a deep breath to at least say a sentence without laughing.

'SURPRISE PARTY!!! OKAHAHAY!! I SAHAHAIHIHID IHIHIT!!! I'M DYIHIHING KOHOCHOHO!! PLEHAHASEHEHE!!!', she finally stopped.

Shinobu let Giyuu hold her as he tried to catch his breath, perhaps she had overdone it. After making sure Giyuu was okay, he let him explain the situation. 'And that's why... Excuse me Kocho... I didn't want to ruin your surprise...'

'Well, if you had told me that instead of calling me "dwarf", I would have understood and you would have been saved!'

'I know...', Shinobu raised her eyebrows as she smiled at Giyuu, who understood why she smiled that way.

Well, maybe it wasn't a bad birthday for Shinobu after all...

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #lee!giyuu #ler!shinobu #giyushino friendship #giyuushino

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

wallflower 33

Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse, violence, self-harm, manipulation, panic attack, dissociation, gaslighting.

Character: silverfox!Thor

Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

Note: <3 Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all. And I didn’t expect this chapter to go this way or to be a bit longer than usual.

It's strange without Fenrir. Colder. You miss how he put his head in your lap when you felt uneasy, or how he would chase his tail, or wiggle around until you pet his stomach.

Stranger was being alone with Thor. That Thor was there almost constantly. Even when he works in his office, you feel his presence as he keeps his door open, emerging at an unusual noise or whim. He checks in on you often as you busy yourself with colouring books and paints. As if you can't be trusted.

Or maybe he's just worried. Your mother never cared much when you were in your funk, only if she needed a chore done. But he's different, right? He took you away from her. He doesn't expect you to do anything. He doesn't order you around like a slave. He lets you be you. Mostly.

Several days pass in the absence of the rambunctious grey hound. You mourn him quietly but don't ask. You don't want to upset Thor. Besides, your thigh is just healing from the scratch. You just don't understand how that happened. You never saw Fen be anything close to vicious.

As you sit in the living room with a pair of needles and yarn, you hear Thor pass through the entryway. Almost on cue, the doorbell rings and you look over from the first few rows of the dark blue scarf. You wanted to give it to Thor when you finished.

"Ah, there you are," Thor announces, "cold out?"

"Brother," Loki returns as you listen to the soft rustle of his entrance, "you know I enjoy the temperature, though I must admit I am tempted to see the vineyard again."

"First you must see your patient," Thor insists.

"Of course," Loki replies flatly, "where is the young woman?"

You gulp and try not to choke on your voice, "here."

Loki peers around the door frame and smirks as he sees you. Thor appears behind him as surprise ticks in his cheek. He must not have heard you come downstairs. You continue to weave the scarf, trying to hide your anxiety.

You still don't know what to tell Loki. He saw you at your worst and you don't even remember it. You wonder what he thinks of you now. Well, he's a doctor, he must see this all the time.

"There you are, darling," he strides in, "why don't we do our session here? I'd hate to make you clean this all up on my accord."

"Um..." you glance at Thor as he looms in the doorway.

"Brother, you can go in your office, allow us some privacy," Loki pulls over the armchair closer and sits, rubbing his pinkened nose. His brother says nothing as you meet his gaze. You can't tell if he's irritated or nervous.

"She can handle herself," Loki insists as he looks at his watch, "besides, I am a professional. More than capable, isn't that right, darling?"

"Er, sure," you look down at your knitting and clutch it in a ball.

"Alright," Thor drawls, "but I won't be far, kitten."

"Please," Loki dismisses him with a wave, his snakish eyes set on you. He waits until he hears his brother retreat, capped with the hard snap of his office door. "So, let us begin, you seem... placid. Tell me about your mood today."

You look at him and swallow. You smile and your cheeks shake. You lean over to set the yarn and needles on the end table. He slings one leg over the other as he props an elbow on the armrest casually.

"Good, I think," you wring your hands in your lap as you stare at the motion.

He hums, "let us start slow, what is bothering you?"

"Nothing," you murmur.

"Don't lie to me, I'm here to help you," he intones, "so tell me. It is me. My presence has disturbed you?"

You peek up under your lashes and shake your head, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Thor said... you were here when I was... bad. I'm sorry for that."

He takes a breath, his green eyes irritated as they wander above him. He returns his gaze to you and tuts as he smooths his collar, "do not be sorry for that. I did what I could to help but some things... just need time. And I see you've recovered. Somewhat. We must gauge whether there is still work to be done on that."

"Okay," you accept softly.

He watches you. You find it hard to read him. His green eyes are brilliant against his pale skin and his silvering black hair, his nose long and aquiline, his jawline chiseled finely with age. You never looked at him before, not really, it was always so dim in Thor's office.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He asks at last.

You furrow your brow in confusion, "anything I-- what would I tell you?"

"How is it here? Living with my brother?"

You bring your hand up to your mouth and nibble the cuff of your sleeve. He notices and your year your arm away. You cross them over your stomach to keep from doing it again.

"It's fine. It's... I have all this stuff to do now and he lets me. I get up and make breakfast and um, yeah, the days just kinda go by."

He nods and thoughtfully scratches his chin, "how do you sleep? Well?"

You scrunch your lips, "I think... I sleep very deeply. I think it's the medicine. I don't know. Ten hours at least."

"Oh, ten hours," he repeats evenly, "well, it sounds like you are well rested."

He stands and you try not to flinch. He nears and you steel yourself, nervous at his sudden proximity. He sits beside you on the couch, not quite against you but close.

"Would you like to stay?" He lowers his voice.

"What?" You flick your lashes.

"If you would like, if there is something you are uncertain of, I could find you somewhere to go. I know how environment can affect one's recovery and... I am mandated to make certain you are safe."

You shrug, "I don't... know. I... I... think it's fine."

He leans in and lightly touches your back, "darling, whatever you tell me is confidential. I will not speak a word of it to anyone else."

You can't look at him. He's too close. You feel buzzing beneath his fingertips, heat searing through your veins. His voice seeps into you, soothing you.

You ball your hands until your nails sink into your palms. You quiver and search for your breath.

What can you tell him? You don't know what's happened. You can't remember much of the last weeks. And Thor tells you nothing has gone on. So what do you say but…

"No," you lie.

He sit quietly. As if waiting for your to say more. You can't. You won't.

"Ahem," Thor clears his throat and both of you look in his direction, "I was going to offer tea or coffee."

His throat constricts around his words. A barely concealed agitation. But why? He brought his brother here.

"Sure," you accept, "I'll have some."

"As will I," Loki adds and drags his hand off your back, "black if you will."

#dark thor #thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #marvel #mcu #au #wallflower #silverfox #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble

[beanswrites]

Headcanons for characters Part 9: MC being heavily injured, The Main 6 from The Arcana

Hello guys!!!

Okay so I woke up today and chose pain. But somebody did request this tho!

Requests for headcanons, fics and drabbles are open! If you have any wishes or ideas, check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) or just pick anything from my prompt list!

Todays headcanons part will be The Main 6 (Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio) reacting to MC being heavily injured/at the brink of death. Again, I'm sorry, but angst is sometimes needed.

Warnings: injuries, blood, mentions of death, really angsty

Enjoy, and here's my masterlist full of luff in case you want to recover from this angst!

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Asra Alnazar ☾︎

A loud gasp fell from his lips. It wasn't, no, it couldn't be true. This kind of a sight only appeared in his darkest nightmares. He must be dreaming! That's right, he's dreaming, and this is all a bad dream and he'll wake up next to you. Only if that were true...

The huge bloodstain on your stomach made sure to tell them that you were hanging on by a thread. A second, a moment more and you'd be cold, lifeless. At the though, they screamed, running to you as fast as their legs would let them.

He blamed himself. If he never let you fight in this battle, in this war, if he never involved you in this entire mess and actually protected you like he promised, nothing like this would've happened! And to think that you've trusted him, and he let something like this happen.. A spear stabbed you in the stomach. Asra had his back turned, busy with fighting two other people, and at first, he didn't see what happened to you.

You were semi-conscious from the blood loss, as they fell on their knees in front of you. He went over your injury with his hand, and you could hear him muttering through tears: "Work, c'mon! Please, work!" He begged and pleaded for his magic to fix his mistakes. Suddenly, a light glow appeared. It meant that your cut was sown, but if you are going to be okay was still the question. You did lose a lot of blood.

"Oh Gods, MC.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I.. I should have been there- I should have protected you! MC, please, I'm begging you, wake up!"

Julian Devorak ♥︎

He saw you lying on the ground, a couple of feet away from him. He couldn't believe it, nor understand it. What were you doing? What was wrong? Why weren't you moving? "MC, darling, what are you doing? Why are you laying there?"

Taking a couple of more scared steps towards you, he examined you top to bottom. This wasn't good. From a medical side, it wasn't good. You were acting like his patients when they were very, very sick, or injured. Or worse. "C'mon MC, this isn't funny anymore! Why are you-"

He was cut off by his own actions, as he touched your shoulder. Ice cold. In panic, he turned you around, realizing that your face was pale as a ghost. The red-head quickly unbuttoned your shirt, only to find a fetal, bloody wound spreading all the way across your ribs. Shit. This is the kind of a wound not many of his patients would survive. How could he help you now, when you are so far away from his office?

In absolute desperation, he shouted: "Please, somebody, help! Please, we need a doctor!" And looked around, to find something, anything, that would help you. Once he realized that nothing would work, he took off his coat and placed you in it.

"MC.. Doll, I.. I'm sorry... It could've been me, it should've been me! You didn't deserve this! Gods, MC, I couldn't protect you.. Please forgive me.."

Nadia Satrinava ♔︎

It happened on the square in front of the palace. Many people gathered to look at you, horrified. Everybody murmured and whispered about it, waiting for the doctor to come. However, the countess arrived first.

The second she saw the gathered people, she hurried to see what was going on. The frown on her face became a terrified look once she saw you lying on the cold tiles, bloody and almost lifeless. As soon as the people saw their countess staring at her consort, at her lover, in despair, they silently moved so she could get to you.

Nadia was too scared to speak. She carefully aproached you, kneeling next to your aching body. Through your fogy eyes you managed to see the outlines of her purple hair, and carefully asked: "N-nadi? Is it.. Is it you?" She placed a hand on your cheek, and through her own tears whispered: "Ohh.. It's me, sweetheart.. It's me.. You'll be fine, darling, I promise nothing will happen to you.."

She didn't know if she could keep that promise. Even though she would do anything to protect and help you, maybe there was nothing she could do. But, of course, she didn't want you to worry. If she couldn't actually do it, she at least could've given you hope

"Guards! Get me a doctor, perhaps Julian, or Asra, anyone! Please, MC.. Hold on darling, just a little bit longer.. I swear it'll be fine, you'll be fine.. I would rather die than let something bad happen to you.."

Muriel ❁

He searched for you for hours. Running around the palace, the town, everywhere... Where were you? His heart pounded in his chest as he ran and ran, trying to find you through the crowds of gathered people. The war was over, for everyone. However, the war won't be over for him as long as he doesn't see you alive and well.

The last place he searched was near his own home - in the forest. Where were you? Suddenly, something made him stop instantly. There was a body on the ground, not far from where he was standing. Was it..? Oh no.

Fear washed over him, as he ran towards you. Not you. Not the only person who cared about him, who understood him. Anyone else, just not you! He kneeled in front of where you almost lifeless body was, and gathered you in his arms. "MC... I'm sorry.." He breathlessly cried.

He was usually the calm one, the one who wouldn't get upset easily. But now, Muriel was breaking. He tried his magic, which only sealed the cut, but didn't help with your bloodloss or the infection. Gently, he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you to his hut. He'll take care of you. And make sure something like this will never happen again.

"It's okay, MC... It's going to be okay... I'll take care of you..."

Portia Devorak ☼︎

She couldn't believe it. When the doctors told her you were gravely injured, she didn't know how to process it. What does this mean? Would you be okay again? Would you even survive?

Walking up and down in the hallway in front of your room, she waited for her brother Julian to tell her what your state was. She feared the worst. The war truly was a horrible thing, and it took many souls. Just not your soul. Anyone else, Portia begged.

"Hey, Pasha... I just checked up on MC.. They.. They are doing fine, but their chances of surviving are not really great.." Tears slid down Portia's cheeks as she heard her older brother's words. "Can I see them..?" Julian simply nodded, giving you two privacy.

She entered the room, and saw you laying on the bed, you shallow breaths filling the room as you rested. The red-head couldn't see you injuries, but by the stitches and bandages that spread around your torso, she guessed it wasn't very good. She sat on the bed next to you, and placed a feathery kiss on your cold cheek.

"Rest, MC.. And please be okay... I promise, I'll bake you all of your favorite cookies and pastries! Please, just be okay..."

Count Lucio AKA Montag Morgasson ♕︎

His eyes filled with terror. How could this be? Why was he caring so much about you? Something inside him snapped once he saw your bloody torso. His heart sunk to his feet once he saw you on the hard ground. How did he let this happen?

He ran towards you as he saw red in front of his eyes. The sun was setting and the sky was red, his blodshot eyes were red, the blood on your chest was burning red. Lucio doesn't remember ever feeling that desparate, that scared.

The count looked at you, not knowing what to do. "MC.. I-" Never has such sadness washed over him. He fell to his knees, crying out in fear. His hands roamed your bloody body, wondering why he ever let something like this happen. What was this feeling? Why didn't he tell you earlier?

He picked you up, struggling to hold your limp body because of his metalic hand. He ran as far and as fast as his legs would let him with you in his arms, silently praying for you to be okay.

"Shit, MC- I.. I don't know why I didn't tell you.. Fuck, I love you, don't go.. Please don't leave me.."

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

Teaser Tuesday/WIP Wednesday - who knows what day it even is anymore

thanks for the tag @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

This is a part of a meet ugly between TK and Carlos' sister (they meet at the scene of an accident without knowing the other) that I started aaaaaages ago but never got around to finishing. But I'm doing flufftober this year (going for 31/31!) so I'm going to (at least try to) finish it for one of the days.

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“Hi there, my name is Tommy, this is TK, what’s your name?” “Luisa.” “Hi Luisa, how far along are you?” “Almost 8 months... My doctor said I was still ok to travel.” “I don’t think your doctor thought any of this would happen.” TK said as he tried to get into the car from the other side. “Are you in any pain?” Tommy asked the woman. “I… uh… a little I guess. My legs… I can’t move my legs. And I’m having cramps… and I think… I uh… wet myself… in the crash… but it can’t be labour yet, can it?” “Let’s hope not.” Tommy said, giving the woman a reassuring smile. “Judd, I need your guys here to get Luisa out!” “I need to get a c-collar on her but I can’t get in.” TK told Judd. “Can you guys open up the door on the other side first?” “We can do that.” Judd confirmed and took a quick look at the state of the car. “This thing is pretty banged up, but we can do it. We can take the roof off.” “No, please don’t. This is a rental.” Luisa told them. “I’m only in town for my brother’s wedding.” “I’m sorry ma’am, but I don’t think you’ll be getting your deposit back in any case.” Judd replied. “Just hang tight, we’ll have you out in a tick.” He said and started instructing his team. “Is there anyone we can call for you?” TK asked. “Partner? Family? Your brother?” “No… the baby’s father is… not around… And my family… don’t know… I’m coming today. They’re not… expecting me… until tomorrow. My brother… is getting married… this weekend.” “Are you having trouble breathing?” Tommy asked, noticing the slight shortness of breath as the woman was speaking. “Uhm… a little. That’s bad… isn’t it?” “It’s not ideal… but you’re in good hands. Try to stay calm.” TK had managed to break the window on the passenger’s side and climbed into the car to put a c-collar on the woman’s neck. “This will protect your neck and spine.” He explained as he quickly examined her. “Her legs are pinned cap, they’ll have to take the whole engine apart. No other visible injuries.” He turned to Luisa. “Can I touch your belly? To check on the baby.” “Yeah, ok.” She replied and TK carefully put his hands on her belly, feeling for injuries, before grabbing his stethoscope and listening to both her heart and that of the baby. “Your heart rate is a little fast, but that’s understandable.” “And the baby?” “Nothing unusual as far as I can tell.” He gave her a smile and climbed back out. “Diminished breath sounds, possible pneumothorax. Baby seems alright but I couldn’t get a clear heartbeat.” He told Tommy quietly. “We need to get her out quick.” Tommy nodded and looked through the purse she’d found. “Oh honey I’ve found your purse. Your phone is still in one piece. Do you have any medication in here you need? Any allergies?” “I don’t… think… so…” “Ok, that’s good. That’s what we like.” Tommy said and looked at Luisa’s driver’s license. “Uh Luisa, what is your brother’s name?” She asked, leaning into the car and taking her hand. Both to try and distract her and to check her pulse. “Carlos… why? Do you know him?” Tommy nodded. “I believe I do. Is he an officer with APD?” “Yes…” “And do you know the name of the person he’s marrying?” “Cap…” “Uhm… it’s a double name… Tyler… I think… but he goes by… a nickname…” “TK?” “Yes, that’s it…” TK pointed at the name on his uniform. “Hi.”

I'm tagging anyone who wants to do it - I can never keep up with who's been tagged.

#tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic

[elgascreamslikehell]

WIP Wednesday.

Tagged by @fionaswhvre - thanks, sunshine!

Totally affected by my depression and hey did you try to plan a funeral in one country take care of crying person in another country find a job in a third country plan a trip to this funeral from different countries for different people take care of a friend's cat fill the goddamn pack of docs and not kill yourself at the same moment? So it's less actions more EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. I don't want to impose myself and my sick sad mind to people i like so all tags are non-pressure

It still smells like a hospital. Not that Eddie ever liked this smell - Chris was a usual guest in hospitals when he was younger, so there were no good memories - but after Buck's coma, when everything in Eddie's life was saturated with this smell, he hated it with all his heart. 'I need to take a shower' Eric scoffs 'Really? You need to lie down. I understand now why your captain asked me to keep an eye on you. And hey, can you maybe explain, how did it happen that we were brought home by the police officer?' Eddie loudly exhales. Well, he definitely owes Eric an explanation, he just isn't in the mood now. And he has a headache again. He should have just stayed in bed in the first place. And Eric should not have called 911. 'Sorry. And it was a police sergeant', - Athena was really sweet today, at least everybody is still alive, and she yelled for only ten minutes. 'That's all you can say? Nice. I hoped for a little more details. If you knew you're feeling worse - why didn't you tell? Do you understand how scared I was when you passed out?' 'I didn't plan it, you know? Where's my advil?', - ignoring the problem could not solve the problem but it definitely helps: 'My head is trying to kill me again' 'Eddie, stop. Please. Just go to bed. I bring you a pill and some water.', - to be really fair Eric is perfect. He really is. And Eddie is perfectly aware of it. Why the hell his stupid cracked heart can't just… 'Hey, listen…', - not the best timing. But it should be done. Even if it somehow hurts. Even if Eddie doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want to do it. It just has to be done. 'Don't. We'll talk in the morning. Now just go to bed, I'm literally begging you. Is it fine with you if I take the couch?' You can take him, Eddie. His internal voice is surprisingly loud today. Just take this and stop thinking. Stop having these stupid hopes. His fingers can still feel invisible Lichtenberg figures on Buck's skin. It's quite painful to be fair. He's not a good person. He isn't even a good friend. Good friend would never fall in love with his best friend and shatter into pieces. There's always something you just can't have. Take what you can. Look at him. He's amazing. He's smart, his sense of humour is amazing, he is here for fuck sake. What else do you need? Even Chris would like him. Carla once asked him to follow his heart, not Chris's. But what if their hearts belong to one person? Hell, why is it so hard? Buck can never leave Chris. So at least here Eddie's sure. That's good. Even when he leaves Eddie - he would never leave Chris. 'I'm not sure I will be brave enough to talk about it tomorrow…I'm not sure I'm brave enough for this now but…', - Eddie exhales: 'You're fantastic.' Eric smiles, widely and sad: 'Eddie. Please, don't proceed. I see where it is going and I don't like it.' So do I, thinks Eddie. Fuck, so do I. 'I'm sorry.', - he is. That's fun. Usually this sorry thing is just for pretending but now he is sorry. 'Tomorrow. It's a doctor's prescription. I'll take the couch. And do you have a charger, my phone is dead? Yours, apparently, too' And that's it. Tomorrow will be the hell of a day.

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[cebwrites]

OK I'm currently in a binge/obsession of a certain show that's got me hooked! hard! and then I'm also in the midst of one piece marathon and these two came together in my self ship daydream and now I must get it out before my brain melts!

to the point! how do you think Law would react to finding out his S/O somewhat secretly/doesn't exactly advertise their deep love for the show (or comic in one piece case) of Bee & Puppycat? like as far as dressing similarly to Bee (when not in boiler suit lol) and having a puppycat plush they sleep with? trans male s/o please!

Law canonically likes cute things and this show is so cute! I wanna be cute like that dammit!

hi anon, your idea was so adorable i couldn't go back to sleep properly after reading it and had to get this out lmao i haven't actually seen the show so i couldn't tell you anything about it, but i did do a cursory google search to see what the mc's outfits were like-

glad to know i’m attracting the kind of target demographic (trans/queer) i’m looking for though 💕

having a s/o who secretly wants to dress cute (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.5k

As far as your obsession with a comic goes, Law really has no ground to stand on given his Sora fanboy status, so you wouldn’t see or hear a peep of judgement from them

He’d humor you and show a passing interest at first, especially if you did the same for his fixation on the Sora series, but start reading in their own time too because the cute elements and style reeled them in

It’s something tender the two of you can share together once you catch them sneaking issues of yours into his office and then hastily clearing his throat to dismiss any potential teasing (it doesn’t work but be nice)

I’ve mentioned this elsewhere already, but clothes are clothes - Law is aware that presentation doesn’t necessarily mean identity and they’d chastise anyone who equates and/or conflates the two

So when they find out how you’d like to really dress out of uniform, he doesn’t really bat an eye - a guy (trans or otherwise) wants to wear cute skirt go spinny, what about it? Surely there’ve been stranger happenings on the Grand Line of all places

But they’re more than understanding if you’re hesitant to wear it out, I can assure you that no one on this fruity, genderfuck god damn crew would judge you for even a second for having those reservations

Everyone wants you to be happy and comfy though; if that means wearing your Bee fits only in the Tang (the air conditioned floors anyway) around your peers, building up the confidence to wear them out and about while asserting your masculinity, or only being comfortable donning the cute high-waisted shorts and poofy sweaters in the privacy of the shared room with your love doctor - then so be it

If you do wear your Bee fits out and some gender essentialist twat gives you shit for it, you can expect their head to be swapped with their ass faster than the dysphoria can settle in, the rest of the Hearts are immediately there to take your mind off things so you don’t linger on that negative interaction, too 

Fuck that bitch, guys can wear cute clothes and still be manly and fucking adorable

Law’s known to add some splashes of color to their wardrobe every now and again, so maybe some days he’ll even match with you - only in the sub though, he’s got a(n emo) reputation to keep up babes

The one thing that may cause some tension, however, is ‘custody’ of your Puppycat plush - that Law insists is “ours” now because you’re dating them - and why it always ends up on their side of the bed or his office, depending on how willing you are to share, or point out how Law gets huffy about you cuddling his walking plushie and youngest, therefore the certified baby of the crew, navigator; Bepo

Keep it up, though, and Law might just shambles you into the bedroom you share and stubbornly cling to you like an oversized teddy bear for the rest of the evening, with you powerless against their grip - not that you’d mind that, really...

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[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 21

Three days have passed since Bakugou's kidnapping, and I... I feel absolutely horrible. These three days I've been visiting Midoriya, Yaoyorozu and Jiro, checking on them in case they have woken up yet. Some students from 1B were also hospitalized, mostly those who were unconscious.

Yesterday, Yaoyorozu woke up, and I encountered Todoroki and Kirishima too. I didn't want to, but we overheard Yaomomo's conversation with All Might and a police officer.

A new fire grew in me, and later that day, I visited Yaoyorozu on my own.

"You want me to do another tracker?" There was disbelief in her voice as she stared at me with wide eyes. I nodded, determined.

"Please, you know why I want it, right? Kirishima and Todoroki want you to do it too." Her head turned to look down, "You don't need to decide now, I'll let you think about it, I won't get mad if you decide you're not going to, so don't worry." She nodded at my words.

"Just, let me think about it..."

She was hesitant, but I completely understood why, and I told myself I'd be okay with her decision.

Today, I was walking through the halls of the hospital again, a nurse had checked up on the wound on my arm already, changing the bandages and making sure the stitches were still in place. To be honest, I didn't feel any pain, just an annoying rub against my clothes.

I decided to stop by and see if Midoriya had woken up, and far ahead I saw the rest of the class coming towards me.

"Hey guys," I raised my hand in a way to greet them and they did the same. We hadn't seen each other so much these past days, but now and then I would encounter Iida or Kaminari, as they were checking on our classmates too.

I turned to slide the door slightly open and I was met with Izuku's blank stare. Looking over my shoulder, I beckoned everybody to come in.

"He's awake."

I walked in first, sitting down on the foot of Izuku's hospital bed. His arms were in casts, and he had a bandage wrapped around his head. Everyone started talking but I didn't hear any of it. At least, not until Kirishima said how we could still reach Bakugou.

After that, only Eijiro stayed here, telling Izuku the plan we had thought of if Yaoyorozu helped.

When he left, I just sat there, in silence, looking down at my hands.

"(M/n)-kun..." I looked at Izuku with tears clouding my sight, but I blinked them away, smiling at him.

"I'm gonna save Bakugou, Izuku."

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In the afternoon, I had to leave Izuku's room. Recovery Girl had come by again to completely heal his injuries. And now I was waiting for him, the doctor told me he was going to be released from the hospital that day. My eyes went up to the clock on the wall over the receptionist's desk. It's time.

I got up and out of the hospital, standing by the door. Kirishima and Todoroki were here too.

"I wonder what she decided, it doesn't matter how we feel, it's all up to her," Todoroki said to Kirishima and me.

We were silent for some minutes, I couldn't think of what I would do if Yaoyorozu said no to-, "There she is," Kirishima's voice got me out of my thoughts as I looked towards the hospital's door.

Yaoyorozu walked out, and Izuku was right behind her.

"Yaoyorozu, what's your answer?" Eijiro asked her, and she seemed a bit hesitant.

"I..."

"Wait!" I turned to look behind everyone, where Iida was getting closer to us.

"Iida-kun?" My feet made me walk a bit closer to them, standing beside Todoroki.

"Why... why does it have to be you? The ones who stopped me when I got carried away... who received the amnesty with me... why do both of you want to make the same mistake as I? It's too much!" Iida was yelling by now, I was confused.

What is he talking about?

"We're still minors! U.A. it's already in a really bad position. Who would be accountable for your acts? Don't you understand?!" Midoriya began walking towards him.

"Iida-kun, that's not it. I don't think it's okay to break the rules..." Izuku was cut off by Iida's punch. My eyes went wide, out of everyone in 1A, Iida was the last one who I thought would punch Izuku like that.

I walked to the green-haired boy, seeing as he was stumbling a bit, and held him, so he wouldn't fall.

"I'm scared too! I worry! It's normal! I'm the class president, I worry about my classmates! Not just about Bakugou-kun!" Iida rested his hands on top of Izuku's shoulders and bent down to his height, his voice beginning to crack, I felt an arm grab my shoulder.

Kirishima was pulling me back slowly.

"When I saw your injuries, I saw my brother in that hospital bed! If you couldn't get better, like my brother, because of your imprudence... you're saying you don't care about how I feel...?"

"Iida-kun..."

"Iida, we aren't thinking of going forward and attacking. We'll save him without fighting," I cut off Izuku, in my best attempt to make Iida understand and calm down.

"It would be something undercover, that's how the students would fight, on the limits of the rules," Kirishima added.

"I trust Todoroki-san, but I'm going to go with them to stop them if something happens." I smiled slightly at Yaoyorozu's words.

"I'm not sure either, but after knowing I can still reach him, I can't stay still," Izuku began saying, and I looked down, tightening my fists.

"I can just think of rescuing him," I whispered at the same time Izuku finished what he was saying. "That's why, we're going."

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I was sitting in front of Iida on the train, looking down at my shoes.

'(M/n)... help me.'

My eyes shut tight at the memory of Bakugou's voice, ever since it happened, whenever I got distracted or spaced out, his scared voice would ring inside my mind. I shook my head and covered my face with my hands.

"(L/n)-kun, are you feeling okay?" Through my fingers, I peeked at Iida and let my hands fall to rest on my thighs.

"I'm fine, Iida, don't worry."

///////

"Why?"

That was the only thing I could ask as I stared down at my costume and then everybody else's.

I had my hair pushed back with gel and tiny horns glued to each side of my forehead. I also had fake front teeth, making me look like a bunny -it was a bit uncomfortable-. My clothes consisted of completely black; a leather jacket, a long oversized t-shirt, skinny jeans and boots, along with some chains hanging.

Oh, almost forgot the choker and the fingerless motorbiker gloves.

"That kind of suits you, (M/n)." I grimaced at Izuku's words, fixing the jacket I was wearing as it was just a bit tiny.

"You think?" He nodded and also did Eijiro. I sighed, "Shouldn't we get going?"

"Guys, our destination it's over this direc-" Yaoyorozu began pointing our way to go when somebody interrupted her.

"Hey, it's U.A.!" We all tensed and turned around.

'Now, a video apology that had been sent from U.A.'

//////

We walked for who knows how long while following Yaoyorozu's directions. Until we stopped by a vending machine in front of the building where the tracker showed our target was. I volunteered to keep an eye on the building, to alert them of any kind of movements. But time went by and nothing.

A couple of drunk men came up and started being annoying, it wouldn't matter if I stopped their muscles, so I just walked up to them with the most serious face I could make.

"Go away," I have no idea how my face might've looked, but they surely trembled and ran away. Another sigh got past my lips, and I turned back to lean against the wall again. "Yaoyoruzu," I called her and she looked at me, "I can take this off? They are a bit uncomfortable." I said as I pointed at my fake teeth.

She giggled but nodded. And as soon as she did, my hand reached up and took off those annoying fake front teeth.

I was getting a bit tired of hearing their debates about the situation, so I got in the conversation, "Let's go from the back, it's our only option," they nodded and one after another, we stepped inside the tight space to get to the back of the building.

"We can't act until we know it's safe. Maybe we can get in at that height." I looked up, to where Midoriya was pointing, and I saw a window.

"Can we see with all that darkness?" Todoroki asked.

"I can make a night vision bino-"

"Wait, Yaoyorozu. Actually, I brought one with me." Kirishima said taking it out of his pocket, and Izuku said something about how pricy they were, but the redhead made it seem like nothing.

"Alright, Izuku and Eijiro, you two look. Iida and I would carry you." I said.

"Todoroki-kun, help me." I crouched down as Todoroki helped Izuku get on my shoulders, and Yaomomo helped Kirishima.

I stood straight slowly, grabbing his legs to prevent him from falling.

"It's dirty, I can't see anything..." after some seconds, Kirishima flinched and moved back, almost falling off of Iida's shoulders.

"What's wrong, Kirishima-kun?" Izuku asked him.

"Tell us what you see, Kirishima," Todoroki exclaimed at him in a whisper.

"At the back... on the left... Midoriya, look..." he passed his night vision binoculars.

"It can't be... That is... Nomu?!" I got a bit confused for a second, but the memories of the USJ attack on the news came to my head. Izuku told me about it, how the villain had called the thing All Might fought a 'Nomu'.

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I'm not entirely sure what had happened, I just know that there wasn't time to be looking back, it was an instant thing what had happened... it didn't even take a second. Even like that, that man's spirit... made us hold our breath as his words caused a death vision to flash inside our minds.

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[manuelsia]

Hello guys hope your fine 

I wanat start story about akuhigu baby 

Akutagwa x higuchi

part1:important news

It is 7 am And Higuchi opens her eyes And she remembers that she has to go to work She realizes that her husband, Akutagawa, is not on the bed And that worries her Don't Akutagawa forget to wake her up, no such thing is possible, Akutagawa is not a forgetful person at all She gets up from the bed and goes to the chef's house and sees her husband staring at his breakfast with tea in his hand. When Higuchi enters, he looks at Higuchi. Higuchi: Hi Ryu Akutagawa: Hello Higuchi: Why didn't you wake me up, I was about to fall asleep Akutagawa: I called you, but you were so deep in sleep that you didn't hear me Now Higuchi is remembering, she gets tired very quickly, gets confused and falls into a deep sleep My doctor also gave her some pills to make her feel better and the doctor knows the reason a lot Higuchi: Yes, I am going to see the doctor this afternoon Akutagawa gets up Akutagawa: So you don't have to come to work today, let's rest at home Higuchi wanted to stay at home with all his heart, but no, he has work Higuchi: No, I'm fine, I'll come with you 9 hours later Higuchi leaves the entrance of the mafia Now she has to walk to get to the doctor 15 minutes later Higuchi is sitting in the doctor's office and texting Akutagawa Higuchi: Ryu, what time are you home today? Aku: I don't know, maybe 10 Higuchi: Okay then Aku : Did you go to the doctor? Higuchi: I am in his office now Aku: Okay, I have to go bye

Higuchi puts her phone in her bag and the doctor rings it, Higuchi enters the room Higuchi tells the doctor about her day and her tiredness again, and this time the doctor asks a new question that scares Higuchi. Doctor: Mrs. Higuchi, have you had sex with your husband these past few days? Oh no, we were always careful, nothing like this can happen Higuchi: Yes, doctor Doctor: Then I suggest you take a pregnancy test A quarter of an hour later Higuchi leaves the office and starts to move towards her house, the child thinks with fear I can't have a child, I can't, we can't, how can I take care of a child No, it's not the problem, a child whose mother and father are in the mafia can't be The life of that innocent child is destroyed But when I think from the bottom of my heart, I would like to be a mother, but even if I agree, Aku will definitely disagree, so what should I do? She takes out her phone from her bag. Four unrepentant calls from Aku, no, he must have worried me, she picks up her phone and starts dialing No, I can't talk to him, he must understand from the way I talk Let me get home and then I will call him She goes to the pharmacy and takes two pregnancy tests to make sure

20 minutes later While Higuchi tries to open the door of her house, her phone rings again, it is an aku She picks up her phone and answers Higuchi: Hi Ryo Akutagawa: Higuchi, where are you? I called you a thousand times, why don't you answer? Higuchi: Sorry, I was at doctors office Can you please come home early? Akutagawa: Something happened, Higuchi Higuchi: No, just come early. Bye Echo: Higuchi… Higuchi quickly hangs up the phone But she does not know how to tell her this important news

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