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chuuyamysunflower · 10 months

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Weak Hero Class 1 - fanfic recs

Pt. 2

punishers by despiteviolence(34k)

How could he begin to tell his best and only friend that he misses him even when they’re together? That even with Suho right in front of him, he feels a hole in his middle—somewhere in his chest, maybe on the top of his stomach—like a pulsing, living thing. Like hunger.

Take Down by halahan(2k)

Thinking about it, and being so close, Sieun admits Suho is kind of tall, and he's got a nice bone structure with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thick eyebrows. His chestnut haircut makes him look a little stupid, and a little boyish.

“The chin must always be tucked.”

Nevermind.

Come Back To Me by halahan(4k)

Something is wrong. But Suho gives him the benefit of the doubt.

“Come back soon,” he says. “I can’t wait more than five minutes. I’m serious.”

Broken wings and broken bones (gather me back together) by thefrenchmistake(9k)

Suho wakes up on a Tuesday.

They figure it out from there.

the sleeping arrangement by wallacepark(7k)

Sieun watched with a glimmer of concern in his eyes. "You should come and sleep at my apartment during the nights you do delivery," he suggested.

Suho considered it for a second then shook his head. "The whole point of not sleeping in my own bed was so I don't miss school by falling asleep for too long."

"Have you ever seen me come late to class?" Sieun asked rhetorically. "I'll have you out of bed and at school before the teachers even arrive."

In which Suho has back pain from sleeping on the desks at school and Sieun offers Suho to crash at his place during the nights he does delivery.

the sky tinted gold by killzcount (moondaisies)(5k)

But Youngyi doesn’t react. In fact, her smile completely wipes off as she narrows her eyes at Suho. A somewhat tense moment passes before she says, “You love Sieun.”

Pause. Suho drops his unpeeled garlic clove at the same time his jaw falls open. He glances at his grandmother, who’s fortunately too engrossed with cutting carrots to have heard what Youngyi just said. Suho feels his face heat up, and he knows he’s gone red because Youngyi looks like she’s about to laugh.

“You—” Suho shakes his head. “That wasn’t even a question.”

or, Suho's long and painful journey to finally confessing.

Stay Alive by EightLeggedFox(23k)

If you could do it all over again, what would you change?

Sieun has to learn to come to grips with the fact that maybe there really is no changing the past, that fate is so called for it cannot be reversed—only accepted.

I don't want to lose you by NeedSleepBut(2k)

Soo-Ho finally wakes up and Si-Eun doesn't know how to handle all of the feelings he been trying to ignore.

Stupid by juliaforevermore(1k)

Suho is awake and Sieun has to deal with newfound feelings for his best friend.

His hand-warmer by dotindomain(1k)

Sieun finds himself missing Sooho’s after cram-school company.

Sooho arrives just in time.

Or,

Si-Eun is cold. Soo-Ho has just the perfect warmth.

#weak hero class 1 #yeon sieun #weak hero class #weak hero #weak hero class one #weak hero class fics #fanfic recs #fic recs #ahn suho #ahn sooho #park jihoon #choi hyunwook #sieun×suho #the show was so good #and sad #needed fanfic to recover #i have more of these

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lovelyhan · 10 months

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imagining jeonghan as your roommate and you're just friends. REALLY you're just friends.

friends who started going out on dates as a joke because you were both bored. friends who always call each other every night when one of you is out of town because you missed the sound of their voice. friends who sleep in each other's beds until you don't know what it feels like to be alone anymore.

jeonghan's just your friend — really, he is! so even if your heart aches with lovesickness every time he flashes you a lazy smile, you take it in stride. because jeonghan is a nice friend. a wonderful friend. you wouldn't trade what you have with him for anything else.

even for the paper thin chance that he might just be as lovesick as you are.

someone asks, "are you guys dating?" one day when you're all hanging out with a bigger circle and before you can deny the allegations, jeonghan intercepts with a calm and confident, "yes."

you think about it the entire drive home because... you're just friends, right? friends who go on dates but aren't dating. friends who love each other but aren't in love.

oh wait. that only makes one of you.

"what do you mean we're dating?" you dare to ask jeonghan once he pulls over at a red light — a frown contorting your features. "we're just friends, aren't we?"

jeonghan hums as his fingers drum across the steering wheel. "hn? we've been on at least twelve platonic dates. that counts as dating, right?"

"...when does it become not platonic then?"

he doesn't answer right away, slanted eyes glued to the traffic lights counting down until they glow green again. you don't make it a habit to figure out what goes on in jeonghan's head. you've never once won that game and you've always been a sore loser.

but right after he steps on the gas pedal to zoom past the empty streets again, jeonghan — your roommate, your confidant, your friend — smiles at you with tenderness in his eyes that's familiar and foreign both at the same time.

"how about date number thirteen?" he asks before making a sharp right that's definitely not en-route to your shared apartment. "the carnival by the pier closes at three a.m. and i know that parlor game stuffies are the key to your heart."

you stare at him for a beat longer — wondering if there's a catch. a punchline to some joke you're not quite getting.

but you've been friends with jeonghan for so long that you're well-aware that the only way you can figure him out is to not figure him out at all.

"okay," you respond coolly, trying to keep your heart from bursting when you place your hand on top of jeonghan's from where he firmly grips the gear shift. "you better make up for not buying me one of those ikea sharks."

jeonghan snorts. "hey! blåhaj is out of our budget!"

jeonghan's a good friend. the best friend you could ask for, really. but the morning after he takes you to the midnight carnival, you're glad to know he's an even better boyfriend.

#svthub #i have a chronic problem of writing fic ideas whenever i need to study #this is sfw btw #also shoutout to indi for feeding me so much jeonghan brainworms with a single tiktok #im never recovering from this actually #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #🌸 soft thoughts #lovelyhan #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan fanfic

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o-wild-west-wind · 9 months

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can you believe a year ago we all lost our collective minds when we saw them kiss because we didn’t believe a show would actually dare to go that far and now David Jenkins et al. are like kissing a love letter. I love everything about you. I love breathing the same air. tallying the days we’ve spent apart. fighting for you. crashing a wedding and painting the wedding toppers to look like us.

this is ONE MINUTE of content like do they know they’re actually going to destroy us?? we’re not used to seeing our fanfics on screen like this sos

#this means so much but also I will need 3-5 business weeks to recover #side note I’m actually impressed this looks like fanfic material but seems very different from all the fan content so like props #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd season 2 spoilers

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manofthepipis · 1 year

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The Echoes Of Fate

Summary: After a while having learned the truth of the matter of his own existence, Jevil comes to more and more of his own conclusions as he searches to find meaning in the only life he knows. With the knowledge of inevitable doom in the future as well as his only friend starting to lose trust in him, madness may as well be an ever-listening ear to a voice no one else can hear.

Just a lil character study of before-jail Jevil! First chapter includes Spamton who's a little messed up after a certain basement venture, but I'm sure he won't get any worse :')

#fanfic #i needed to write jevil in between writing data recovering just cuz i miss him #this isn't the more empathetic version of jevil i'm used to writing because he hasn't gotten his freedom yet #They're rivals your honor #enemies to lovers if you will #but the lovers portion is way off in the distant future #still

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beepboopimaproblemchild · 1 year

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One thing that’s so interesting to me when I approach the batfam fandom stuff is the discourse between canon and fanon. There are those who ignore canon completely and push the characters into what the fans have evolved them into through certain roles and angst opportunity. And then there are the people who are staunchly against fanon and only portray the character as they would in canon. And honestly, both sides have rights here, you can be rigid with canon characterization and be right but I also believe that people creating their own versions of the characters by building on the comics is interesting as well. Both sides can take it too far, and both sides can be wrong as well. Everything is just on such an interesting spectrum in terms of characterization.

Like yeah sometimes I’ll read a fic where fanon dick is acting like a goody toe shoes big brother/parent and I’ll be like “he’s not really like that” but still enjoy the story.

I can also enjoy the ultra canon dramatics of mean bat fam and watch dick be a complete asshole while also being a good brother.

So, personally, interpretation is something that I enjoy, but acknowledging that it IS an interpretation and is not 100% accurate is still very important to me.

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test-tube-turtle · 10 months

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In the bad future of Rise movie, Mikey has hair. (Old man hair nonetheless). This has many implications, today I will focus on the implication that he has hair.

We do not know when our current Mikey will grow his hair- we can assume he will since his future version has gone through enough of it to have a weird side cheek-beard-bald head look, and presumably it will be through age since as of the Rise movie, he is only 15. Still time for weird mystical puberty stuff to happen.

However, we also see that future Mikey has not only hair, but also immense magical prowess. His introduction to us in the bad future is him being a badass mystic warrior (dropping even a curse word from Leonardo to describe him as such) with power that our present day Mikey will one day grow into.

And since we see both his age and his mystical abilities in the movie, either one of them could be connected to his hair growth.

Therefor, I propose a theory: That Michelangelo’s hair growth is not, in fact, a byproduct of a belated puberty, but rather a byproduct of his mystical puberty, and the more he uses his mystical abilities, the more he grows hair.

We even see that Baron Draxum, one of the most mystically powerful people in the show, has gorgeous locks of hair, thus further evidence for the connection between the two.

And as Mikey’s big moment in the movie was him using his magical prowess, opening a portal that nearly destroyed his body but rescued his brother, a power so immense that his future self actually was killed in creating it...

I’m proposing that Mikey, in the midst of his recovery post-movie, will miraculously spout a full head of hair. Perhaps even overnight. All thanks to him reaching his mystical potential, and activating the connection between mystical powers and hair.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I will be over here trying to figure out what color Mikey’s hair will be

#rottmnt #rise Mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #rise of the tmnt #tmnt theory #a crack theory #but still a theory #also it would be funny #that's my second argument for it it would be funny #TFW you're just casually trying to recover from the most traumatizing experience in your life and then poof!#hair be upon ye #also he needs to have the hair in a fanfic I'm planning so this is my explanation for it

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stormxpadme · 9 months

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Sexy Days of Summers

A new oneshot in the IF THIS IS WHAT WE'VE GOT, THEN WHAT WE'VE GOT IS GOLD collection is online.

In which a heist goes wrong for Scott and Bucky and they find some intriguing ways to kill time before the rescue.

Written for @scottsummersbingo and as a little gift for Tweedledeedum who has the best birthday date in the world, obviously ;). I hope you have a little fun with this. Have a wonderful day!

#x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #nsft #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #bucky barnes #mcu #also give me prompts from that prompt list guys #i'm soon back on mom's couch for recovering high on pills #i need smut to write :D #shut up it's past midnight here so definitely 11th #Scott Summers #Cyclops

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pixiefms · 7 months

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update on the tragic kagehina fic i recommended? 🤨 i have a mission of spreading as much suffering with it as possible

first of how dare you recommend me that ?????????????????? /j second of all i read that on the bus and was crying the whole time third of all it literally had me gasping for air wtf wtf wtf i will never be sane again i can’t breath ???????????

#mood board #for me after finishing the fanfic #i will need 67 days to recover #i actually can’t breath #pixietxt

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villainousshakespeare · 1 year

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 21

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

@yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles @hopelessromanticspoonie @wine-and-whines @arch-venus25 @caffiend-queen @devilish–doll @enchantedbyhiddles @hiddlesholic @i-do-not-fangirl-i-fanwoman @kellatron55 @ladyoftheteaandblood @latent-thoughts @yespolkadotkitty@maryxglz @myoxisbroken @nuggsmum @nildespirandum @pedeka @redfoxwritesstuff @sinfully-lustful-darling @vodka-and-some-sass @wrathkitty @kingtwhiddleston @wolfsmom1 @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @bookworm-christina @amwolowicz @delightfulheartdream @frostbitten-written @what-a-flammable-heart @tom-hlover @nonsensicalobsessions @myraiswack @loki-yoursaviourishere @ghostypau @ms-cellanies @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @mareebird @colorfulfreakstudentpizza @szycha22 @chokemedaddyloki @queenofallhobos @just-the-hiddles-reads @alwida10 @justjoanne242 @chantsdemarins @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokiprompts @evieplease

Okay, so a few things: 1. I know it's been almost a month, and I apologize. It was a stupid month, complete with a panic attack and a move. I really hope not to take this long between chapters again.

2. TRIGGER WARNING!!!! Part of the reason I had to wait to write this is it is a dark chapter. There are memories of abuse, and both Loki and Caro are in very angsty places. Please do not read it if this will be bad for you.

There was no physical pain, not the way it had been with the Tesseract. Her body did not ache or feel as though it had been torn into a million pieces. No, this time it was her heart that bore the brunt of the Infinity Stone's damage, and it was a million times worse.

Caroline had only a dim memory of being brought to the room where she was now. She was vaguely aware that there had been an argument about it. Tony had stood up to his technical superiors and demanded that she be taken to the suite he maintained on the base instead of to the jail where Pierce had insisted she belonged. She should be grateful she supposed, but in truth she didn't much care where she was. Her mind would follow where her body went, and her brain was a much more profound prison than even SHIELD could construct.

She had not protested as they carried her here, nor had she struggled when they injected her with a sedative. She was too busy crying to even notice the needle going into her arm. It was only when her mind began to grow fuzzy that she even realized what had happened. Tenaciously she held on to the picture burned into her brain - Loki on the floor, body lifeless and eyes unseeing - as the world around her faded to oblivion.

It was still there, that image, when she awoke.

"Try to stay calm, and breath," a distantly familiar voice suggested. "I've given you a heavy dose of tranquilizers, so you're going to be hazy for a while. My advice, don't fight it."

"What," her voice croaked, throat sore and dry, and she swallowed and tried again. "What are you doing here?"

She wasn't really interested, but it seemed polite to at least feign curiosity. After all, they all seemed to be trying to help her for some reason.

"Tony contacted me. Over half a dozen Phds and they all treat me like I'm a medic."

"Sorry," she rasped, knowing it was what she was supposed to say.

"No, I'm sorry," Dr. Banner awkwardly adjusted his glasses. "I don't mean to add to your worries. And I get it. I wouldn't trust SHIELD doctors either. No offense."

"I'm not SHIELD," she protested without the usual force she put into her denials. Who cared if she technically didn't work for SHIELD when she had carried out their execution as efficiently as any of their trigger happy agents.

"Right. Tony said you were a freelancer too. In fact, he's suggested a couple of times I set up an appointment with you."

"I wouldn't," she laughed without humor. "My current track record with patients advises against it."

"Hey, don't do that. You can't blame yourself for what happened. There were intergalactic forces beyond human understanding involved."

"And I was egotistical enough to think that I could overcome them."

"Did you? Did you go into that room thinking that you would be immune? Because from everything I've heard, and Tony gave me a detailed rundown, you were all well aware of what the probable outcome would be. So, what were you supposed to do? Let an egomaniac with a God complex go in instead?"

"Are you talking about Loki or Tony?" She asked, a trace of humor despite it all.

"Either way," Bruce gave a lopsided smile. "Either of them, or Thor, or god help us me would have ripped the universe apart. You didn't."

"No, I just ripped Loki apart instead."

The spark of humor left, and she buried her head in her hands as tears she did not know she had left fell from her eyes. Bruce, after a moment of uncomfortable shuffling, crossed the room and sat next to her on the bed, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I killed the man I love."

"You don't know that. Loki was alive when Thor took him to Asgard. If there's a way to fix him, they will know it there. I mean, he survived me smashing him repeatedly into the floor and was making bad jokes just minutes later."

Looking at the self-effacing doctor it was hard to imagine that the raging beast was hidden within. She felt a sudden kinship with him that she would not have expected. Her time under the sway of the Mind Stone had shone her the dark thoughts lurking beneath the surface.

"How do you do it?" she asked tentatively.

"Do what?"

"How do you live with what you do when you're the Hulk? I'm sorry, that's unfair. I didn't mean..."

"No, it's okay," he quieted her as she fretfully began to backtrack. "It's not easy. The first few times, before I learned to control it more, I caused a lot of damage. I have to own that. But I also know that I was not fully responsible. I do what I can to repaire the damage I caused, and work to keep it from happening again. You don't have to worry about that. The Mind Stone is gone, taken to Asgard where you never have to come in contact with it again."

"Along with Loki."

"Look, I don't have all, or even any answers. But you're not going to help Loki by beating yourself up. For all we know, he could be up and driving all the Asgardians crazy by now. Or he could be convalescing in a bed of flowers being fed nectar and ambrosia, or whatever they do up there. But either way, he'll need you to be strong in order to help him finish healing. So the best thing you can do for him is take care of yourself."

"Or he could be dead," she said dully.

Bruce took off his glasses and cleaned them on the edge of his shirt. He didn't meet her eye, and he didn't say anything. After all, what could he say?

***

Loki drifted to consciousness on a wave of pain. Where there had been only numbness once, now it was as though a billion microscopic pins were piercing him, deep into the subdermal tissue of his body. Was he out of the void then? He had thought for a moment that he might be lost in it once more, but it seemed he was not to be so lucky. Sweet oblivion was once more denied him and torture seemed to be once more in his future.

"Hush, dear one," he heard a soothing voice say, as something cool brushed his forehead.

No, he was not going to listen to the voice or acknowledge the small moment of relief when his brow was touched. That was the way to more heart ache, as he had been forced to learn during his time in prison with The Other. He steeled his mind to shut it all out, focusing instead on the physical pain. That, at least, he could endure.

"You are alright, Loki. Just lie still and let yourself heal."

He heard a pathetic mewling noise, and to his horror it was coming from his own mouth. The cool contact from what seemed to be a cloth caressed his face, and then slid down to his neck. It was a small thing but done with such gentleness that he found himself leaning into it in spite of himself.

With a low groan he fluttered open his eyes. He had a feeling what he would see, the voice had not been strange to him, but it was still with a constriction in his chest that his Mother's face resolved itself to his view. Friga's eyes shone with concern, and he thought unshed tears might be lurking behind her eyes. It cut him to the depth of his soul.

"You... you are not her," he rasped, voice little more than a grating of his vocal chordes, none of the smooth charm he was known for evident.

"Do not exert yourself, my son. You need time to recover."

"Stop it," he begged, flinching away from her touch. "You will not deceive me again. I will not buy in to your lies only to have them snatched away again."

It was among the worst of the tortures he had endured. The one that began with hope. Hope was the mortal enemy where he was now. He had to keep it at bay.

"Loki, it's me. I'm real. I'm here."

"Please," he was weeping now, desperate. "Please do not make me watch her die again. Please. Just kill me. Kill me and let me go."

"Oh, Loki. What have they done to you?"

The hand returned to his forehead and Loki felt blissful oblivion swallow him once more.

***

The pain was less the next time he returned to consciousness. He was in the same room, a sick room on Asgard. The bed beneath him was soft, as were the clothes that encased him loosely. He was still sore, and felt as weak as a kitten, but the intense stabbing pain had abated.

What had happened to him? His memory was appeared to be one large haze. A nagging flicker of a thought buzzed in the periphery of his awareness, but no matter how he tried to concentrate he could not focus his mind. With a groan, he raised his head and looked around him.

"Mother," he said, attempting a smile when he saw Frigga sitting in a chair in the corner.

"Loki," her voice was relieved, and he wondered how long he had been asleep.

"Watching over me like when I was a child. What have I done to deserve this?"

Perhaps she would fill him in on the reason for his convalescence and save him the embarrassment of asking. No need to let others know his memory was porous as a sponge.

"There is no question of deserving," she chided him gently. "You are my son. I will always watch over you. How do you feel?"

"I feel as though I spent the day battling an ice dragon," he admitted ruefully. "And without my knives."

"I wish that was all you had been through," she said, frustratingly vague.

"Well, no doubt your healing hands were all I needed."

"I only wish that were true. Eir herself has been here multiple times the past few days. You gave us quite a scare, my son."

"Days?" the word slipped out in a gasp before he could stop himself. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Thor brought you back eight days ago. You were barely hanging onto life. I have never seen him so beside himself. We feared we were going to lose you."

"Eight days?"

What possibly could have rendered him incapacitated for that long? He knew from experience that he was not an easy creature to kill; gods new enough people had tried over the centuries. Why couldn't he remember?

"Do not trouble yourself, about it," Frigga suggested, bringing him a cup of sweet water. "You are on the mend now, that is all that matters."

"Is Thor still here?" he asked.

Perhaps his brother could be led to reveal what had happened. Loki was not sure why he didn't want to admit his lack of memory, but something inside was urging him not to trust anyone, even his beloved mother.

"He is not at the moment, but he will return soon," she assured him. "Your father sent him on an errand."

"Odin," Loki spoke the name, once more beset by a strange emotion of unease.

"He will be so pleased to see you awake once more. You have given us all quite a scare."

"I'm surprised he noticed."

"Loki!" Frigga reprimanded.

He should have known better. No matter how close he and his mother were, she would never hear a bad word about her husband. Over the years Loki had learned to avoid voicing his grievances; it hurt too much to have them explained away. He knew Frigga meant well, that she only wanted to see the best motives in those she loved. She had the same blind spot when it came to himself. Still, just once he would have loved to hear her condemn Odin for his treatment of his younger son.

"Well, I notice he is not sitting by my bed side."

"He has been here," she informed him. "It is only matters of state that keep him busy."

"Of course."

"Do you think you can eat? You need to regain your strength, but I don't want to rush your recovery."

Loki did a quick assessment and realized with some surprise that he was ravenous. Oddly, he had a sudden craving for venison stew. He doubted the kitchens of the palace were preparing anything so rustic. He could not even remember where he had eaten it before. No doubt on one of his clandestine adventures with Thor and the Idiots Three. That would explain why he had blocked it out.

"Loki?" Frigga sounded concerned. Had he been thinking too long?

"I am famished," he told her truthfully.

"I will send to the kitchens. Lie still and try to rest until I get back."

She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and slipped from the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Something was wrong. He could not put his finger on what, exactly, but he knew that his mother was acting strangely. If nothing else, he had caught her worrying at her left hand as she sat looking otherwise serene. It was a tell that they shared, betraying in a way that voice or gaze never would that something was bothering them.

Why was his mind such a blur? He tried to focus on the last thing he remembered, but it was all jumbled. They had held Thor's coronation he knew that much. But then Odin was still King, sending Thor off to run errands for him. Which meant that something had happened to interrupt it. And anyway, that had been some time ago. He knew that time had passed since the big day. He just could not, for the life of him, recall what had occurred during that time.

He was missing something. More than just the time and the memories, he knew there was something in particular that mattered. Mattered more than anything else in his world. There was something he needed to be doing, some place he needed to be. It was vitally important and completely forgotten. He had to find out what it was. Somehow, he knew his happiness depended on it.

***

"She's still not eating much" Bruce said quietly to Tony, glancing over to where Caroline sat at a table picking at her food.

"It's only been a week, give her time," Tony advised.

"It's hard to believe that this melancholy is all over Loki. I guess there's someone for everyone."

"Kinda gives you hope for you and me, huh? I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but I saw the two of them together. Call me a sentimental idiot, but I got to say, it looked like the real deal between them."

"Have you heard anything? Thor check in at all?"

"Last I heard he was taking the Mind Stone to some secret location. Keep it out of reach of power hungry hands."

"So we have no way of knowing if Loki survived."

Caroline stopped listening, unable to take anymore. She knew she was worrying her friends, but she couldn't help herself. If Loki was alive, and she prayed to any and every God she could think of day and night that he was, she would never know it. None of the outcomes she could foresee were good. There was every chance Odin would lock him up for his perceived crimes. If so, it would be her fault for insisting they go after the Mind Stone and then losing herself to the point where she shot him.

All she could hope was that by some miracle he had survived and persuaded them of his innocence or slipped free of Odin's punishments. She still held out no hope that she would see him again. Why would he return to this place that had been the sight of nothing but pain for him. The base was full of his enemies. Pierce had been held off so far by Tony and Bruce, but he still yearned to have his revenge. She was confined to Tony's suite of rooms, a guard at the door ready to arrest her if she ventured out. She was bait, she knew. A pawn in the Secretary's plan to capture and kill Loki. Loki would know it as well. He was far too clever to fall into Pierce's trap.

And why would he even be tempted? She had shot him at point blank range.

"You okay Doc?"

Blinking, she realized that she was crying again. She had been doing that far too much lately. Lifting watery eyes to Tony, she stood up and pushed her plate away.

"I'm just tired," she said wistfully. "I think I'll go to bed."

"It's 7:30," Tony pointed out.

"Good night."

"Okay, that's it," she heard him say as she walked away. "Time to take matters into my own hands."

"Tony, I wouldn't" Bruce worried.

"I know, that's we're lucky I'm here."

With a sigh she closed her door. She didn't know what he had planned, but it didn't matter. Nothing much mattered to her now.

#Therapy Fit for a God #Loki #loki fanfic #Loki/ofc #loki in therapy #past torture #angst #romance #mutual pining #heartbreak #loki needs a hug #loki recovering #Tony Stark #Bruce Banner #Post Avengers Assemble

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flygonaltaria · 1 day

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I wrote a whole chapter on the “how Owen joined Chimera” fic I’m working on in my notes app (sometimes when I’m half asleep in bed I’ll write a bit and get carried away so it was quite a lot of writing). ANYWAY I opened my notes app on my Mac and I guess iCloud synced them up but overwrote the newest version with the old version so THE CHAPTER’S GONE. Thanks Apple, 10/10 product -_-

#spies are forever #curtwen #saf #fanfic #WHY #I might have to put a pin in that fic for a bit #Doing work twice like this really disheartens me #I’ll get back to it but I just need a bit of time to recover #Fuck the notes app #Does anyone else have this problem?

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bi-buck-coded · 3 months

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Please remember to tag things like major character death in ur fics. I cannot stress that enough. We have tags for a reason please please use them!!!!

#no one that sees this post probably needs this reminder but #fanfic #fanfiction #im recovering from a hard untagged read if u cant tell

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lxmelle · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru Additional Tags: Star Plasma Vessel | Hidden Inventory Arc Spoilers (Jujutsu Kaisen), Volume 0 | Cursed Child Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Relationship Study, clandestine things + in love with your best friend things + butterflies in the stomach things Summary:

A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it's getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat.

(Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.)

#won’t be the same after reading this #jjk fanfic #stsg #satosugu #unbreak my heart already #Jjk Grief #i need something fluffy to recover from this or maybe a whisky

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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How I go to sleep after finally updating my Antichrist! Copia fic