SHSL_Fangirl + love-confessions   69

Impact of Disease
“Hanahaki Disease develops rapidly when one suffers from unrequited love for a very long time. In order to heal it you have to get your feelings returned. Or I get to cut your ribcage open, get the flowers extracted and then your feelings for the person will die with it. Or you can choose to die from a lung collapse. Your choice.”

When Morty develops Hanahaki Disease, Rick is amazed to find that his grandson would rather get a removal surgery than face his crush. Yet as Rick is about to find out, Morty's interest is not as unwilling as the boy thinks.
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:Preetyladyserenity  romance  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  AU  Hanahaki-AU  Rick-POV  pining  pining!Morty  mutual-pining  pining!Rick  headaches  blood  love-confessions  neck-play  sexual-content  dirty-talk  blowjobs  rimming  biting  cuddling  fic  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k 
july 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Acceptance
Based very loosely on a set of four acceptance speeches for awards won at the New Zealand Music Awards: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7zXwRWcn0M. When Bret breaks his bed doing an epic rock ‘n’ roll move it sets off a chain of events that lead to unexpected desire, confusion, heartache and, finally … acceptance.
His expression was heartbreaking, because Jemaine understood it completely. It said, ‘touch me, but please don’t make me ask for it. Please don’t make me talk about it.’

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As he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, he heard Jemaine whisper, ‘Bret, I love you’.

Oh. Holy. Shit.
 
‘No you don’t,’ said Bret, numbly. Jemaine opened his mouth as though to speak and then closed it again, confused. That wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting. Not that he’d been expecting anything in particular. He’d said it without thinking, surprising himself as much as Bret. Still, he hadn’t expected to be contradicted. ‘Um...I think I do,’ he said.

‘No,’ said Bret more fiercely, ‘You /don’t/.’

‘...Why?’ asked Jemaine, stupidly. He had the ominous feeling that this was going to be a truly horrible conversation.

‘Because you don’t, OK? You can’t. It’s one thing...fooling around...but this...you just can’t. This is messed up enough already.’

Bret’s eyes were stinging. He wiped the back of his clean hand over them and turned from Jemaine, angry and sad and hating all of this. He was sure he was doing the right thing. They had already probably ruined their friendship by introducing sex into it. To pile confessions of love onto the heap was some kind of suicide. Better to call the whole stupid affair off and try to get back some of what they had before. God, he missed his best friend. And yet, deep down, he realised that he too wanted something more. He wanted to hold Jemaine forever. He wanted Jemaine to be his, /his/, no one else’s. But that was a fantasy and he was in over his head and drowning and the only possible lifeline was to say...

‘This has to end here, Jemaine.’

‘No,’ said Jemaine.

‘It has to. Don’t kiss me again. Don’t touch me again. Ever.’

‘Do you...should I...move out?’ – Jemaine blinked and heavy tears rolled down his cheeks. Bret couldn’t bear it.

‘No. No. Stay. I want us to be friends again.’

‘But...you’ve broken my heart.’

Bret stared at Jemaine, pale and drained. This was, without question, the worst thing he had ever done in his life. He felt like he’d been given a beautiful, perfect flower and torn it apart. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, his voice cracked with tears. ‘We can...we /will/ get over it. We will.’

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Jemaine reached down and dragged Bret up by the front of his shirt. Before Bret could struggle or protest, he found himself shoved roughly against the filing cabinet, the metal cold through his shirt and contrasting deliriously with the heat of Jemaine holding him there. Jemaine’s thigh was between his legs, pressing against his crotch, and Jemaine had one hand around his wrist and another wound tightly in his hair. Jemaine’s breath was hot against his neck. Bret was caught helplessly between arousal and fear. Jemaine had been assertive before, but never like this. It wasn’t like him.

‘Is this what you want?’ growled Jemaine into Bret’s ear. ‘This is what you asked for, isn’t it? This is what you’ve been asking for every time you turned me on when you /knew/ I wouldn’t do anything about it because I love you. And well done. Congratulations. I’ve been tempted. I’ve been tempted every time. You’d like me to give in now, wouldn’t you? Damn bastard cocktease. I can tell you’re dying for it. I should fuck you right here against the filing cabinet. But you know how it would end up? Exactly how it ended up before. Don’t you get it? I love you. I’m in love with you and every time you deliberately make me want you it tears me apart a little more. So if you don’t love me, stop leading me on, fuck off and let me type my fucking email in peace. Please.’

Bret’s eyes grew wide for a second, as though something had suddenly become clear to him.

‘No,’ he said.
Flight-of-the-Conchords  Bret/Jemaine  author:asylumsatellite  romance  humour  angst-with-a-happy-ending  Jemaine-POV  living-together  sharing-a-room  literally-sleeping-together  sexual-content  wet-dreams  observation  denial  experiments  dub-con  avoidance  neck-play  crying  pining  mutual-pining  pining!Jemaine  pining!Bret  fantasies  masturbation  mutual-masturbation  dirty-talk  parties/celebrations  games  biting  blowjobs  frottage  love-confessions  rejection  flirting  confrontations  realisation-of-feelings  PDA  fic  site:Your-Beard-Is-Good  word-count:5-10k     
july 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Drowning In My Despair
Archie and Maxie were once lovers, but things changed. Now, Archie's plan has gone into full action, but Maxie and his pokemon are put in danger due to it. Archie can't bear the idea of Maxie dying, or even seeing Maxie if one of his precious pokemon died. (Mentioned ships with the admins, a past relationship, and potential rekindling.)
“Maxie.” Archie weakly coughed out. Archie’s voice surprised Maxie, as he didn’t think Archie could talk in his current state. He felt his heart sink hearing the usually booming and excited voice so small, so quiet, and so weak.

“Archie.” Concern was too obvious in his voice, though at the moment, he didn’t care.

“Is your Camerupt okay?”

“Camerupt is fine, but Archie, what about you?”

"I'll be fine, it's just a little water. Nothing to someone like me."

“But Archie, this isn’t a little bit of water, this is a lot of water. You need help, /now/.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. You’re okay, your Camerupt is okay… Nothing else should matter to you right now.”

Maxie felt as if Archie had stabbed him. How could he say that? That nothing else should matter? Maxie realized that after their falling out all those years ago, that Archie was right, nothing else should matter to him.

But Archie did.
Pokémon  Archie/Maxie  author:PrincenSatanGod  gameverse  RSE/ORAS  S/AS  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Shelly/Courtney  minor-Matt/Tabitha  POV-switch  near-death  non-fatal-drowning  hurt!Archie  loss-of-consciousness  crying  grief  hospitalisation  bedside-vigils  past-relationship  flashbacks  misunderstandings  love-confessions  reconciliation  hugs  fic  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
june 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
On Hold
Morty goes off to college and he is not as thrilled with the experience as he thought he'd be.
“You’re a—y-you’re a good kid, Morty,” He mumbles out, body swaying until Morty steadies him into something more upright.
 
“Thanks Rick,” Morty responds, and feels his chest expand like it normally does when Rick graces him with a rare compliment. Rick nods his head above him drunkenly.
 
“Y-yeah, my—my good boy, Morty,” He murmurs, tone almost possessive, and Morty feels himself blush.
 
“Ah, gee, Rick…” He says, at a loss for words. He’s about to say something about Rick not being so bad himself when suddenly Rick speaks again, his voice somber and heavy.
 
“Morty—I-I—I love you, you know.”
 
Morty halts.
 
He processes the words slowly; turns it over in his mind, and struggles to find a reason why his surly, emotionally constipated grandfather just said that to him.

A look of worry settled over his face when he came up with the only possible explanation.
 
“A-are you dying or something, Rick?”
 
Rick huffed out a mirthless laugh and his body sagged further into Morty. The arm Morty held over his shoulders tightened until suddenly he found himself in some version of an embrace. He glanced up at Rick, confused, and was alarmed to see unshed tears in his grandfather’s eyes.
 
“R-rick?” He stuttered out. “W-w-what—are you actually dying?”
 
“I feel like it.” Rick said hollowly and he brought his other arm up to wrap Morty up in a crushing hug. “I feel like I’m fucking dying, Morty.”
 
Morty opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Rick shifted his head and threw up against the floor.
 
“Aw, Rick!” Morty cried and scrambled them away from the vomit on the floor.
 
“S-sorry, Morty—shit—I—“ Rick’s voice hitched and something wet plopped against Morty’s cheek and trailed lazily down his face. He flinches, thinking it’s residual vomit, but then he looks up and sees that his grandfather is quietly weeping.
 
“H-hey,” Morty says softly, heart plummeting at the sight. He brushes his hand against Rick’s tear streaked face and Rick chokes on a sob as he leans into Morty’s palm. Morty is stunned by the show of weakness, of the vulnerability Rick is showing, and something heavy settles in his gut at the sight.
 
“It’s okay, Rick. I-I’ll clean it up. Don’t cry.”
 
Rick doesn’t answer; he just clings to Morty for dear life and quietly sobs against his palm.
 
“Don’t leave,” Rick begs and Morty nods his head rapidly, nervously.
 
“I-I won’t,” He assures the distraught older man, eager to comfort him and stop his tears. “You can sleep in my bed tonight.”

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“Don’t go,” He mumbles.
 
“I-I’m not,” Morty replies. “I’m right here.”
 
/You’re in my bed/, he wants to say in exasperation.
 
“Don’t go to college,” Rick elucidates. Morty’s hand stills from where it still rests against Rick’s back and he suddenly pulls away, vexed.
 
“We talked about this, Rick. I want to go to college.” He tells the older man, his shoulders beginning to hunch with his ire.
 
“I can teach you anything you need to know,” Rick retorts hotly. “Florida is—that’s far away, Morty. That place—d-d-do you know how many murders happen there, Morty? I can turn on Dateline and watch five consecutive episodes of murder in that state.”
 
“C’mon, Rick,” Morty begins, annoyed. “You just want me to stay to be your human cloaking device.”
 
Rick grows silent at his words and Morty thinks for a brief moment that the argument has ended.
 
“Wh-wh-who’s going to—who’s going to save you?” Rick asks, voice soft, forlorn.
 
Morty rolls his eyes.
 
“I’m going to, to /college/, Rick—n-not war. I-I-I should be okay.”
 
Another beat of silence.
 
“Who’s going to save me?”
 
Morty’s brows furrowed and he looked down at his grandfather’s shaded face. He couldn’t discern his features but he had sounded almost fragile as he asked that question.

“…You’re thinking on scenarios that will never happen, Rick.” He finally says.
 
“Y-yeah, of course—I—“ Rick’s breath hitched and his next words warbled. “Fuck—d-d-don’t look, Morty.” He said and he turned away to scrub a vicious palm against his face.
 
Morty doesn’t say anything even as Rick finally turns back to him and presses his face against his hair. He doesn’t comment on the arm Rick throws over his body or the tears that settle wetly against his scalp.
 
Morty doesn’t say anything at all and he wonders if maybe he probably should have as he packs up the next day.

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Morty takes in the puffiness of Rick’s lids and the red that marbles his eyes as he approaches. There’s a slouch in his shoulder’s and a subdued pace to his gait that makes Morty’s mouth curl down into a sad frown.
 
“Are you okay?” Morty asked when Rick stopped next to his window and he feels like he’d asked Rick that question a thousands times now.
 
Rick ran a hand through his tousled hair before meeting Morty’s face solemnly.
 
“Yeah. Just—j-j-just thinking on scenarios that’ll never happen.” Morty’s mouth slides further down and Rick notices and shakes his head with a quiet huff.
 
“Y-you—you’re going to do great, Morty.”
 
The same elation that came with Rick’s praise filled his chest but it was stifled at Rick’s somber tone.
 
“Thanks, Rick,” He intoned softly when he realized that was all Rick was going to say. He started the car, put it into drive, and was just about to push down on the gas pedal when Rick leant in through the window and pressed his lips against his temple.
 
Morty’s breath hitched and he pressed briefly on the gas, lurching the car forward.
 
He swings his startled gaze to Rick.
 
“I love you, Morty,” Rick said and Morty’s mouth moved without sound. Rick turned away and walked back to the house before he could find his voice again.

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It isn’t until two weeks into school and Morty is half-way through a class that he is jolted with a sudden realization.
 
Rick hadn’t been—every time he’s told Morty he’d loved him he had been professing his love for him /romantically/!
 
/“Call me when you’re ready, alright?”/
 
His sentence suddenly makes sense and he is so startled by the epiphany that he abruptly stood up during the lecture and garnered everyone’s attention while doing so.
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:Blue10spades  romance  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  angst-with-a-happy-ending  incest  late-night-encounters  heavily-drunk!Rick  physical-support  love-confessions  hugs  vomiting  crying  cuddling  literally-sleeping-together  obliviousness  oblivious!Morty  pining  pining!Rick  mutual-pining  pining!Morty  parties/celebrations  sleep-deprivation  fatigue  realisation-of-feelings  fic  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k   
may 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
sleeping on the other side of the bed
Almost in her thirties and stuck in a failing marriage, Summer really isn’t in the holiday spirit. The fact that she’ll be spending it with her estranged grandfather—the same one who broke off all contact with her after she got married—was just the icing on her shitty cake. SumRick.
“I-I told you not to—not to marry him!” He snaps at her and Summer feels her own composure snap. She leaps to her feet and draws close to him in her choler.
 
“Why, because marriage is a joke!?” She yelled in his face. “Because love isn’t real!?”
 
“No!” He yelled back, hands balling at his sides. “No, because I could tell that—I-I-I could see he didn’t love you and you—you deserve someone who does.”
 
“Oh my god,” She barks out a laugh. “How can you stand there and tell me that? You don’t believe in love, remember? Love is just—it’s just hormones compelling people to fuck, right? It’s just—“ Her voice cracks and she gives a rueful shake of her head.
 
“Well, I guess you were right. Ethan doesn’t love me and it seems like nobody loves me.”
 
“That isn’t true,” He interjected. “I lov—“
 
He broke off hastily, words suddenly dying on his tongue. Summer freezes.
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Summer  author:Blue10spades  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Ethan/Summer  minor-Morty/OFC  incest  strained/broken-friendships  Christmas  hugs  jealousy  flirting  sexual-content  dirty-talk  praise-kink  clitoral-stimulation  avoidance  New-Year’s  confrontations  protectiveness  arguments  aborted-love-confessions  accidental-love-confessions  love-confessions  pining!Rick  fic  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
may 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
The Reflection of Stars
As a resident of King Satsuki’s palace, you were often in contact with his friends and fellow royals. These friends included the infamous flirt and prince, Ryoichi. He was a man of great talent - a master of the written word, hard to understand, and even harder to ignore. Of two things, however, you were absolutely certain.

One, he would tease you until the day you died.

Two, he would /never/ fall in love with you.
Voltage-Inc.  Ryoichi/Reader  author:drawthecurtainstarttheplay  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  reader-insert  AU  Royal-AU  flirting  denial  jealousy  pining  pining!Reader  mutual-pining  voyeurism  accidental-voyeurism  sexual-content  obliviousness  oblivious!Reader  arguments  indirect-love-confessions  avoidance  realisation-of-feelings  crying  love-confessions  hugs  loss-of-virginity  clitoral-stimulation  fic  site:Tumblr  word-count:5-10k   
may 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
The Words I Didn't Say
Hogwarts Eighth year is dull until rumours of Harry Potter's death spread around the school. However, the Eighth Years aren't having it. Draco Malfoy teams up with former DA members to seek out Harry Potter, but is it too late?
“But how?” Draco asked. “How could you forgive someone like me? I’m a bad person, Harry. I—”

“What do you think about your role in the war?” Harry asked, which hardly seemed to correlate with the subject. Through squinted eyes, Draco looked at Harry, saying, “I regretted everything I did to hurt—”

“Bad people don’t know how to regret, but good people who made terrible decisions do,” Harry said, cupping Draco’s pale, gaunt cheek.
Harry-Potter  Draco/Harry  post-DH  Hogwarts-Eighth-Year  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  mystery  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Ron/Hermione  minor-Harry/Ginny  disappearances  crying  arguments  perceptive!Hermione  pining  pining!Draco  grief  panic-attacks  funerals  love-confessions  faking-death  Polyjuice-Potion  immortality  shapeshifting  Animagi  eavesdropping  hugs  observation  fic  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k   
april 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Childish Drawings
Summary: A soulmate AU where anything you write on your skin appears on the exact place on your soulmate’s skin.

Imagine Rick puzzling over why his arm is suddenly filled with childish doodles after decades of wondering why his skin never showed any soulmate writing.
When Rick was 16, he discovered that he could make a device to see his soulmate. After slaving away for one full year, it was complete. He remembered how excited he was when it was finished and he turned it on.

But he was meet with disappointment. For he saw nothing. At first he thought the machine wasn't working, but after checking and double checking and even triple checking, it showed that the machine was completely operational. But the screen showed...nothing. Just black.

In a rage Rick had destroyed the machine. Completely crushing one full year of non stop work and dedication. Rick came to the conclusion he didn't have a soulmate and would be alone forever. So be it.
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:ShaggyMadi  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  incest  underage  AU  Soulmate-AU  soul-connections  drawings  running-away  pining  pining!Rick  mutual-pining  accidental-self-incrimination  avoidance  confrontations  crying  love-confessions  hugs  flashbacks  mild-sexual-content  neck-play  biting  flirting  movies  mild-OOCness  incomplete  in-progress  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k 
april 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
C-137 Meets S-108
Morty meets another Rick and Morty that have fallen in love.
He can't help but wonder... Could that be him and his Rick?
Of course not, right?
“Look Morty, some people are born smart and some aren’t. And then some are born like Jerry. They are so stupid they don’t understand h-how stupid they are.”

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“They tried to wipe my memory, but I was so not gonna let that happen. So I wiped theirs while they were sleeping.”

 Summer noticed the terror on Morty’s face and laughed.

“Relax, I just made sure they forgot that I walked in so they could start looking me in the face again. Now I just kinda keep a lookout for when mom or dad get home and make sure they don’t get caught by someone that’ll try to break them up. I’m the coolest, honestly. I’d tell them they owe me, but they don’t know they owe me. So it’s whatever. Guess that’s my ticket to heaven or something.”

Morty asked Summer how she was so cool with finding out her brother and grandfather were a couple.

“I mean, duh I was grossed out because like, old people. Ew. But I mean, not only has Rick not really given us a ‘grandfather impression’, but like, when you look at the universe from a Rick perspective, you realize how little social standards matter. We’re all going to die one day and when we do, all we’re going to have left is whatever happiness we made for ourselves. So in the end, who cares? Morty is finally happy, Rick isn’t a depressed asshole anymore, and mom and dad have no idea. Nobody makes a big deal so nobody gets hurt in the end.”
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:Yelah333  S3  romance  humour  emotional-hurt/comfort  hurt/comfort  incest  underage  alternating-POV  gifts  cuddling  literally-sleeping-together  guns  manipulation  crying  clones  nightmares  hugs  physical-support  realisation-of-feelings  intoxication  feigning-sleep  revolution  protectiveness  attacks  blood  cuts  hurt!Morty  grief  love-confessions  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k     
april 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Tell me what you want to hear
There are some things even Rick can't see coming.

When Rick and Morty are trapped in an alien prison, they have to confess a secret to escape. Morty would literally rather die. What could he possibly have to hide that would shock Rick, of all people?

Then, on Morty's 20th birthday, they deal with the fallout.
“That doesn’t stop this from being all kinds of /wrong/, Morty.” Rick’s eyes closed briefly, his brow furrowed. “I’ve done my share of fucked up shit, Morty, but this takes the entire shit cake. This is a whole different kind of sick.”

“I thought right and wrong were just constructs created to control our behavior? Since when have you cared about rules?” Morty let his voice turn haughty. “That’s a very p-planetary mindset for you.”

Rick went from tense to furious like a switch flipped. “You think you’re clever, huh, you little shit? Do you have any idea what this will do to you? You’ll never have a normal life.”

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If it had been anyone else, they would have bought it. Even to Morty, it was a convincing act. But Rick has never made it easy to know him, and in the six years he had been running after him, Morty had become fluent in reading the little signs. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the carefully constructed apathy, the forced casualness.

Rick was building up a wall. And he only worked so hard to put distance between them when he was trying to protect himself from something. He’d punch him for even thinking it, but Morty knew: Rick was afraid.

Of what? Of Morty having independence maybe. It would be so like Rick to react to his fear of losing Morty by giving him the tools to leave and practically pushing him out the door. Give him a free ticket right out of his life so it won’t be a surprise. Emotionally constipated fucker.

Morty had to play this right. He paced a little to the side of Rick’s work table, just enough to be sure he was in his peripheral vision. “Yeah, I guess I can start doing some adventures on my own,” he rambled excitedly, eyes on his gift. “You won’t have to chaperone me all the time.”

Rick grunted in agreement, but he hunched further over the work he was most definitely only poking at. “I mean, it’ll be a relief, right? You can do more stuff without me tagging along all the time, and you can send me out for things so you can focus on your work!”

Rick’s shoulders did a terrible job hiding their tension, and he practically growled out a, “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

Morty finally laughed, letting his voice fall from innocent excitement to flat sarcasm. “Yeah right, Rick.”
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:schwiftybusiness  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  alternating-POV  incest  imprisonment  manipulation  near-death  fever  headaches  excessive-perspiration  blood  torture  love-confessions  forced-love-confessions  punching  confrontations  arguments  trope:Break-His-Heart-to-Save-Him  birthdays  gifts  observation  deduction  perceptiveness  perceptive!Morty  two-shot  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
april 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
A Lie by Omission
Sometimes silence is the biggest lie.
“You’ll come around eventually. Maybe on your own, maybe as the result of my persuasion. One way or another you’ll squawk like the timid little parrot that you are.” The diagnostician pulled himself up from the couch and walked over to the desk, bending down so his and Wilson’s faces had barely any space separating them. “Just you wait.”

“I can’t tell if you’re threatening me or flirting with me,” Wilson said sardonically.

House shot Wilson a smirk that made him think the diagnostician knew something he didn’t. “Why can’t it be both?” He asked nonchalantly, before limping his way to the door and finally leaving the oncologist to do his work in peace.
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:Amberstarry  romance  humour  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  House’s-leg-pain  accidents  deduction  living-together  perceptive!Wilson  confrontations  love-confessions  elevators  avoidance  realisation-of-feelings  fatigue  sleep-deprivation  misunderstandings  observation  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Turnabout Revelation
'For some reason, I thought telling Polly 'I love you' was a great way to let him know I'd always be there for him. Unfortunately Apollo ended our conversation faster than either one of us could blink'.

COMPLETE! Post Spirit of Justice. Phoenix Wright wrestles with his feelings for a certain sassy, clever young attorney. Why does Apollo go cold over Phoenix's confession? Will Phoenix lose the young attorney he's grown so fond of forever?
Ace-Attorney  Phoenix/Apollo  author:BabyChocoboAlchemist  AA6  post-AA6  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  minor-Edgeworth/Gumshoe  phone-calls  love-confessions  pining  pining!Phoenix  Athena’s-hearing  perceptive!Athena  perceptive!Trucy  hotels/motels  eavesdropping  confrontations  grief  deduction  manipulation  marriage-proposals  mild-OOCness  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k 
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
By any other prompt...
(this pairing would smell just as gay).

After stumbling across a ship prompt sheet on Tumblr, I try to recreate every possible situation - doesn't matter how unlikely - with this pairing from Hell. Let's see how many I can fill before Breath of the Wild comes out!

Chapter 1. Canon verse - Friends to Lovers
Chapter 2. Canon verse - Hate to love
Chapter 3. Canon verse - Blind Date
Chapter 4. Canon verse - Secret Relationship
Chapter 5. Canon verse - Pretend Couple:
Link's debts in the Bazaar are concerning; sharing a room with Fledge is both annoying and traumatizing; and Peatrice still believes they are engaged - even though Link couldn't be gayer.

Life as a former Hero is not as easy as one would think. Ghirahim might be the solution to at least one of those problems.
The-Legend-of-Zelda  Ghirahim/Link  author:holdingbreaths  Skyward-Sword  post-SS  romance  humour  hurt/comfort  minor-Link/Peatrice  minor-Pipit/Karane  flirting  love-confessions  fights  battles  magic-attacks  healing-potions  manipulation  obliviousness  oblivious!Link  sexual-content  matchmaking  blind-dates  deduction  secret-relationships  fake-relationships  PDA  intoxication  accidents  near-death  hurt!Link  loss-of-consciousness  hurt!Ghirahim  blood  headaches  moving-in-together  living-together  blowjobs  casual-relationships  possessiveness  neck-play  hickeys  romantic-advice  realisation-of-feelings  avoidance  begging  punctures  one-shot  one-shot-collection  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
pulse and breath
I tried to post something on Valentine's Day and the servers didn't let me.

a... /second/ epilogue to Emergency Light?

[Part 3 of the ‘self-indulgent aoilight within’ series; sequel to ‘Emergency Light’; sequels: ‘spring cleaning for skeletons’ and ‘Epilogue (Emergency Light)’]
“Could I have your hand for a moment?” he asked, holding out his own.

Holding his shaking breath, Aoi stared at Light’s face, trying to discern his intention. He had to break the gaze to accurately place his hand in Light’s palm. His whole arm tensed up when Light traced the shape of his hand to determine whether it was left or right by the location of the thumb. He lifted Aoi’s right hand to the left side of his neck, pressing Aoi’s fingers under his chin.

A pulse throbbed—and sooner than it should have, it throbbed again. More than twice a second, it beat with fast blood.

“I am aware that I come across as an irritatingly confident prick,” he said with a small laugh, a /nervous/ laugh. “I promise it’s entirely an act I’m not very good at dropping. But here’s a glimpse behind the curtain, as the saying goes.”

The pulse was slowing, but it still had not fallen to a true resting rate. Light’s lips were quivering in his smile.

“So then,” he said, “does that put us on equal footing?”

:::::☆ ☆:::::

“I’ve known you for only a few short bursts over a long span of time,” Light said. “You’ve changed, of course, but at your core, you’re the same person I’ve admired all this time. I’ve always liked the way you manage to be both an extreme pessimist and a steadfast optimist at the same time. You see the worst in everything, yet you’re always determined to persevere. Even when things are entirely hopeless, you believe your own wits will get you through.”
Zero-Escape  Light/Aoi  author:airdeari  999  ZTD  post-ZTD  post-canon  romance  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Junpei/Akane  established-relationship  hurt!Aoi  disabilities  blindness  observation  morphic-resonance  telepathy  psychic-links  Light-deduces-from-sound  deduction  incriminating-heartbeats  love-confessions  cooking  sequel  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Emergency Light
In the continuing adventures of SOIS and Crash Keys, Aoi Kurashiki finds himself partnered with Light Field as they stand by to receive while their sisters infiltrate a mysterious facility. When Clover transmits a distress signal, the boys find themselves literally and metaphorically traveling into deep, dark trouble.

For Snake and Santa's days of 999 week, although this takes place well after the events of ZTD.

[Part 1 of the ‘self-indulgent aoilight within’ series; sequels: ‘pulse and breath’, ‘spring cleaning for skeletons’, and ‘Epilogue (Emergency Light)’]
Zero-Escape  Light/Aoi  author:airdeari  999  ZTD  post-ZTD  post-canon  romance  emotional-hurt/comfort  hurt/comfort  humour  minor-Junpei/Akane  disabilities  blindness  flashbacks  prosthetic-arms/hands  Light’s-prosthetic-arm  observation  pining  pining!Aoi  flirting  morphic-resonance  telepathy  psychic-links  Light-and-Clover-resonate  infiltration  rescue-missions  attacks  punching  dosing  guns  elevators  near-death  blackouts  minor-character-death  Light-and-Aoi-resonate  hurt!Akane  lacerations  blood  exsanguination  human-sacrifice  burning  weapon-at-throat  hurt!Aoi  cuts  glassing  Junpei-and-Akane-resonate  crying  hugs  oblivious-to-injury  pain-transmission  pain-sharing  phantom-pain  love-confessions  fic  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Two Weeks
If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually /him/, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?
Harry-Potter  Draco/Harry  author:shiftylinguini  post-Hogwarts  EWE  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  pining  pining!Harry  mutual-pining  irritability  hurt!Draco  attacks  burns  hospitalisation  avoidance  insomnia  fatigue  wet-dreams  Muggle-technology  masturbation  fantasies  dizziness  possessiveness  weight-loss  phone-calls  phone-sex  dirty-talk  baths  scars  nausea  frottage  riding  hair-pulling  literally-sleeping-together  massages  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:20-30k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry's groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that's okay: Harry's got a plan.
Harry-Potter  Draco/Harry  author:AWickedMemory  post-DH  Hogwarts-Eighth-Year  romance  humour  light-angst  minor-Ron/Hermione  manipulation  shopping  observation  realisation-of-feelings  pining  mutual-pining  Schrödinger’s-dating  arguments  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Storm in a Teacup
For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well.
"You have a very slutty mind."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Mine's very monogamous, actually."

"Oh? Who's your special fantasy person?"

Draco had to consider it. "A blurry, sort of undefined thing," he decided. "It gives good head."

Potter laughed. It /was/ pretty funny. And sadly true. Draco feared he lacked imagination, visual aspects of it at least. He really liked his blurry, undefined person, though. Giving it a face would make it real. And real tended to lead to spectacular disappointments.

:::::☆ ☆:::::


The knife hadn't appeared right away. It had taken two days after the event for it to sink in. It happened in the middle of the night, a particularly hot one, filled with bad dreams and damp sheets, when Draco woke up with a sudden realisation: Potter was his friend. After all these years. /Potter was his friend./

And now he wasn't.

The pain in his chest began in that moment and it would not stop.
Harry-Potter  Draco/Harry  author:Faith-Wood  post-DH  Hogwarts-Eighth-Year  romance  humour  light-angst  observation  pining  pining!Draco  flirting  coming-out  deduction  accidents  misunderstandings  strained/broken-friendships  hurt!Draco  confrontations  hurt!Harry  love-confessions  reconciliation  sexual-content  dry-humping  blowjobs  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
march 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Hand Hijinx
Hinata keeps finding Komaeda's robohand in various places, much to his confusion.
“Aren’t you missing something?” Hinata held the arm out to him.  It had gone still (‘playing innocent in front of your owner?’ Hinata thought irrationally.)

Komaeda looked a little surprised. “Oh, there you are!” He exclaimed, sounding like he was talking to some kind of unruly animal that had run off. “I was worried about you. Don’t just wander away like that.” After he accepted it from Hinata, it was only a few seconds until he had secured it on himself. “There we go.” He flexed his fingers, making a slightly mechanical whirring noise. “I hope it didn’t give you too much trouble.”

“Komaeda…”  Hinata rubbed his forehead, trying hard not to look amused.
Danganronpa  Hinata/Komaeda  author:Oyasumi  SDR2  post-SDR2  post-SDR2.5  DR3  DR3/Hope  post-DR3  romance  humour  prosthetic-arms/hands  Komaeda’s-prosthesis  pranks  indirect-love-confessions  confrontations  love-confessions  heterochromia  heterochromatic!Hinata  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Meta
As a fanfiction writer, Kokichi was prepared for every situation ranging from posting a new chapter with a typo to losing an entire draft. He was well aware that some of his classmates read his work, including his beta reader Tsumugi and frequent commenter Miu.

That being said, he had no idea what to do about his crush somehow finding his fanfiction and starting to read them.
Kokichi laughed. “But that was just a lie, you know. I don’t really think about Saihara-chan that way.”

“No, that wasn’t a lie,” Rantarou said. He paused to point at Kokichi’s chest. “You were speaking from your heart, not your head. I don’t know about you, but I find the heart to be much more truthful about what it wants.”

It was oddly poetic in a way, Rantarou smiling at him with the warmth of the sun and pointing at him like he would tease a little brother. It would have been a heartwarming moment Kokichi would have taken note of for future use had Rantarou not just exposed his lies.

“Woah, looks like Amami-chan caught me!” Kokichi sang tunelessly. His smile twitched. “Fine. I may or may not have a tiny crush on Saihara-chan.”

“You liar. That crush is bigger than Great Pyramids.”

“Oh, shut up, I know,” Kokichi spat, bitterness filling him. “I know what I’m lying about.”

Rantarou stared at him. His smile had been wiped clean off his face. “Then do you know you’re lying to yourself about how Saihara-kun feels?”
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:megastarstrike  NDRV3  romance  humour  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Hope’s-Peak-Academy  high-school  observation  pining  pining!Ouma  pining!Saihara  mutual-pining  flirting  fake-crying  Ouma’s-fake-crying  indirect-kisses  obliviousness  oblivious!Saihara  deduction  romantic-advice  confrontations  sleep-deprivation  self-neglect  crying  oblivious!Ouma  misunderstandings  jealousy  matchmaking  indirect-love-confessions  love-confessions  fic  site:AO3  word-count:20-30k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Down Our Hall of Memories
Saihara Shuichi survived the 53rd killing game of Danganronpa, only to discover that the entire game was a lie and instead used for entertainment. Ouma Kokichi wakes up in a panic, only to be presented with more confusion. Together, the two figure out how to survive the trauma of the killing game.

(For #6 in the Saiouma exchange)
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:Detective_In_Space  NDRV3  post-NDRV3  romance  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  canon-divergence  AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Virtual-Reality-AU  hurt!Ouma  fractures  loss-of-consciousness  hospitalisation  panic-attacks  dosing  living-together  PTSD  phobias  crying  love-confessions  transgender-character  movies  hugs  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k 
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
my prince.
let's be foolish.

royal au.
Don’t you find it hypocritical of them, Saihara-chan?”

“Hm?”

“People will blatantly believe in shooting stars or wishing upon a coin thrown into a fountain,” Ouma blinked, watching the sky above them -- they were once again out on Saihara’s porch, but it wasn’t even near the night time. He seemed to be eyeing the fluffy white clouds, blown into the sky -- Saihara himself childishly traced shapes out of the masses, trying to find some amusement in something he was under every day. “But they won’t believe in anyone else’s lies.”

“Lies?” Saihara murmured, breaking away from his activity, as if the repeated word was a completely new concept to him. “...What do wishes have to do with lies?”

“That’s easy,” Ouma smiled. It was almost melancholic -- Saihara felt it, yet it burned out before he could hold a firm grasp. “People are so willing to lie to /themselves/, and wish against something that, in the end, doesn’t do anything to contribute to how your life plays out. Yet they hate it when people lie to /them/ -- don’t you think, Saihara-chan~?”

Saihara didn’t answer, and simply let that logic simmer in his head for a little while.

[fanart: http://caticoo.tumblr.com/post/166516074674/caticombs-my-beloved-prince

https://maskclownstarynight.tumblr.com/post/166743717552/sooo-this-was-a-fanart-for-caticoo-3-i-loved

https://cinamontora.tumblr.com/post/167037938670/another-gift-for-caticoo-her-saiouma-fanfics]
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:caticoo  NDRV3  romance  humour  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Momota/Harukawa  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Royal-AU  prince!Saihara  Phantom-Thief!Ouma  arranged-marriages  first-meetings  insomnia  held-at-knifepoint  guns  imprisonment  observation  restraints  hurt!Ouma  cuts  blood  implied-torture  servants  mind-games  flirting  fake-crying  jealousy  lacerations  crying  deduction  realisation-of-feelings  literally-sleeping-together  birthdays  pranks  panic-attacks  gifts  indirect-love-confessions  singing  love-confessions  secret-relationships  hugs  prince!Ouma  goodbye-messages  hurt!Saihara  fic  site:AO3  word-count:50-60k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
I could be quite naive, happy in our make believe
Maybe they got his talent wrong, maybe he isn’t the Ultimate Detective, maybe he’s actually just the Ultimate Unlucky Student. After all, it has to be some cruel twist of fate that his first two crushes are not just taken, but dating each other.

-

It all works out.
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma/K1-B0  Saihara/Ouma  Ouma/K1-B0  Saihara/K1-B0  author:twinSky  NDRV3  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Hope’s-Peak-Academy  high-school  established-relationship  pining  pining!Saihara  PDA  observation  nonlinear-narrative  first-meetings  deduction  mind-games  flirting  avoidance  accidents  realisation-of-feelings  seduction  obliviousness  oblivious!Saihara  gifts  confrontations  misunderstandings  love-confessions  crying  polyamory  movies  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
In the Dead of a Hot Summer's Night
It was when Shuichi was down on his knees, his hand stuck far down the tight crevice between his badly put together wardrobe, courtesy of his closest friend who figured himself a professional carpenter, and the damp paint peeling off of the wall, when he heard the thump.
Confused and apprehensive, Shuichi looked over his shoulder to see a short young man slip from underneath the curtain, and of course, like any sane person, Shuichi did absolutely nothing but gently clear his throat.
Shuichi's life just gets a whole hell of a lot more stressful from there.
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:Lenasaurous  NDRV3  romance  humour  emotional-hurt/comfort  hurt/comfort  angst-with-a-happy-ending  minor-Momota/Harukawa  past-Saihara/Akamatsu  AU  Non-Despair-AU  College/University-AU  Phantom-Thief-AU  Phantom-Thief!Ouma  first-meetings  mind-games  gifts  job-interviews  held-at-knifepoint  guns  held-at-gunpoint  observation  shadowing  flirting  heists  fake-crying  Ouma’s-fake-crying  hurt!Saihara  crying  festivals  deduction  grief  avoidance  strained/broken-friendships  reconciliation  realisation-of-feelings  pining  pining!Saihara  mutual-pining  investigations  loss-of-consciousness  headaches  restraints  blindfolds  held-hostage  interrogations  fractures  dosing  crutches  love-confessions  hugs  literally-sleeping-together  fic  site:AO3  word-count:30-40k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
a future, for me and you
/Suddenly someone appeared just in front of him, too close, much too close, their faces only inches away from each other.

Quite shorter than him. Purple eyes, pale skin. A mischievous grin that couldn’t mean anything good. And most importantly, that person appeared basically out of nowhere, making Saihara yelp in surprise and take a few steps back to hit the door. Even if he wanted to run away now…

“No need to be so scared!” The dark-haired boy laughed. “I may be a ghost, but I’m a friendly one! That might be a lie though.”/

In other words, a fluffy fic about how Saihara meets a mischievous infirmary ghost and feels intrigued.
“But don’t you hate lies, Saihara-chan? It’s a detective’s role to uncover the truth after all.” Ouma’s tone was playful, as if he still hadn’t completely given up on his act.

“That’s why it works, Ouma-kun. Me and you. It’s my role to keep you in check, so you can keep on lying,” Saihara replied softly. “So lie as much as you want. But do it because it’s fun, not because you’re hurting and want to hide it.”

:::::☆ ☆:::::

“…true, we got a bit off-topic.” This time it was his time to sigh. “The point is that you’re not alone… Kokichi. You have friends that want you back. And I… I want you to give us a chance.”

“A chance…?”

“S-So… we can stay together? I mean… I don’t know about you…but I want you to have a future. Maybe with me. Maybe with someone else, if I’m not enough…”

Ouma’s eyes went wide as he listened to his words. It wasn’t even his usual blank-face reaction – he was genuinely surprised. Maybe even shocked.

“That was… so pure. Nobody ever told me something like this,” he stated, then extended his arms to him. “Come here, Saihara-chan.”

[cover art: http://chromexvii.tumblr.com/post/170690614821/t-i-t-l-e-a-future-for-me-and-you-a-u-t-h-o-r]
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:Yukari  NDRV3  romance  emotional-hurt/comfort  humour  minor-Momota/Harukawa  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Ghost-AU  Hope’s-Peak-Academy  high-school  ghosts  fake-crying  Ouma’s-fake-crying  flashbacks  games  flirting  mind-games  pranks  pining  pining!Saihara  hugs  literally-sleeping-together  love-confessions  deduction/induction  coma  hurt!Ouma  crutches  fic  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Liar Liar
/Miu stomped into the dining hall with a victorious grin on her face, yet another invention under her arm as she slammed the door shut.

“Attention all, the gorgeous girl genius Miu Iruma has made an invention that will solve all of our Ouma problems!”/

---

Iruma makes a lie detector and uses it on Ouma.
“I noticed you call most of us by our usual name unless trying to annoy us, yet for Saihara, and sometimes Amami, you call him ‘your beloved’. Why?”

“Does the Shota have a real hard on for Shyhara? Do you /love/ him?”

“What?! No way, I don't love Saihara.”

“_Lie_.”

“Well it seems to me that you do.” Miu responded.

“Well your machine is busted, I definitely am /not in love with Shuuichi Saihara!/” He shouted, evidently angry, almost red in the face.
“_Lie_.”

The door of the cafeteria shut.
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:Hittinmiss  NDRV3  romance  pre-slash  humour  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  lie-detectors  inability-to-lie  restraints  deduction  love-confessions  accidental-love-confessions  avoidance  confrontations  fake-crying  Ouma’s-fake-crying  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
soulmate's connection.
i could fix the broken in your heart
you're worth saving, darling.
Saihara made sure to make it look as if he was still cleaning, but his eyes were more interested in deciphering the physical workings of Kokichi Ouma. He kept his head down, but gaze up -- Ouma hadn't taken notice, and if he had, he was either ignoring it or waiting for the right moment to openly tease Saihara for staring. “I'm sleeeeepy. This orange light is warm, like a mom’s womb,” Ouma whined, gaze moving from outside the window towards Saihara, who made a quick dodge of eye contact. Ouma must have noticed -- Saihara saw that little smirk just shy of his line of vision.

“Saihara-chan, were you /staring/ at me?” There was much more playfulness than there was scolding, as if Ouma liked the thought. Ouma casually slipped from his sitting position on the desk, up to Saihara, who made an even hastier attempt to scrub the table. “And haven't you been cleaning that desk for a little /too/ long?”

[fanart: https://cinamontora.tumblr.com/post/166640611025/this-is-a-gift-for-caticoo-for-her-saioumas]
Danganronpa  Saihara/Ouma  author:caticoo  NDRV3  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  AU  Non-Despair-AU  Everybody-Lives/Nobody-Dies-AU  Soulmate-AU  soul-connections  Hope’s-Peak-Academy  high-school  first-meetings  mind-games  fake-crying  Ouma’s-fake-crying  observation  deduction  pranks  denial  accidents  flirting  festivals  realisation-of-feelings  pining  pining!Saihara  dreams  hugs  birthdays  gifts  avoidance  self-neglect  reconciliation  misunderstandings  trope:Break-His-Heart-to-Save-Him  love-confessions  secret-relationships  Jabberwock-Island  movies  movie-theatres  literally-sleeping-together  site:AO3  word-count:20-30k     
february 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
the hardest thing i'll ever have to lie
“Look, Newbie,” he said, not even trying to hide the panic seeping into his voice this time as he started to back away. “Just go to bed. I’m leaving now, just -”

“I’m in love with you.”

He froze.

(or; JD gets drunk and Perry takes him home. JD makes a confession that has the potential to change, well, everything.)
“Do you remember,” he said hoarsely, “what you said last night, Newbie?”

JD felt his blood run cold. No, he didn’t remember what he’d said last night, but judging by the older man’s face, it hadn’t been anything good.
Scrubs  JD/Cox  author:lunarqueens  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  bars/nightclubs  intoxication  hangovers  crying  headaches  pining  mutual-pining  pining!JD  pining!Cox  love-confessions  drunken-love-confessions  accidental-love-confessions  denial  avoidance  confrontations  hair-pulling  hugs  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k     
january 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Falling
“You don't want to do this.” Mycroft promised, “Dr Watson.”

“My name is John.”

“John.” Mycroft breathed, “Please.”
John huffed and rolled his eyes, his dream Sherlock was for more considerate than the real one ever was “I'm fine. I have – moments. When you're not here but I don't want to – well, you know.”

Sherlock brightened at the comment and smiled shyly “Good. The world needs John Watson.”

“John Watson needs Sherlock Holmes.” John responded with a deep ache in his chest.
SherlockBBC  Sherlock/John  author:KittieHill  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  hurt/comfort  grief  hurt!John  suicide-attempt  near-death  dosing  loss-of-consciousness  hospitalisation  restraints  deception  love-confessions  literally-sleeping-together  crying  hugs  drug-overdose  vomiting  induced-vomiting  confrontations  punching  cuts  blood  showering-together  scars  sexual-content  dry-humping  hurt!Sherlock  reconciliation  observation  loss-of-virginity  blowjobs  frottage  neck-play  hickeys  OOCness  fic  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k 
january 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Plausible Deniability
After an accident, House wakes up in the hospital with no memory of what got him there.
“House, I don’t need you to be off Vicodin for that. If you feel that you need it, then I’ll support you. I’m not going to fight you on it anymore.”

House smiles again at that and the look on his face tells Wilson that he’d expected that answer. Wilson feels his pulse flutter again and it’s also then that he notices that House’s hands are shaking slightly.

“Exactly,” House answers, as if Wilson is a star pupil who just answered a difficult question. And maybe, Wilson thinks, he has just done exactly that.
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:writerdot  S7  post-Huddy-arc  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  hurt/comfort  emotional-hurt/comfort  mystery  alternating-POV  flashbacks  hospitalisation  hurt!House  headaches  amnesia  post-traumatic-amnesia  retrograde-amnesia  dehydration  House’s-leg-pain  nausea  vomiting  loss-of-consciousness  sleep-deprivation  fatigue  hurt!Wilson  dislocations  dislocated-shoulder/s  crying  panic-attacks  drowsiness  punching  intoxication  nightmares  strained/broken-friendships  reconciliation  observation  confrontations  realisation-of-feelings  deduction/induction  love-confessions  fic  site:AO3  word-count:20-30k   
january 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Heart-Shaped Cookies and Private Practice Doctors
JD is assigned to work with a private practice doctor, but he can't figure out why Dr. Cox seems more irritable than usual.
Scrubs  JD/Cox  author:johndorkian  romance  humour  jealousy  bars/nightclubs  intoxication  flirting  obliviousness  oblivious!JD  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k   
january 2018 by SHSL_Fangirl
Puzzle
House asks Wilson for advice, only to find that Wilson doesn't believe that the answer House wants exists. What Wilson doesn't know is that House has already solved the puzzle, and was just putting the last piece into place.
"There's nothing I can do to change the way you feel. But now you know."

"And how, exactly, does that change anything? How does my knowing get you what you want?"

"It doesn't," House responded simply, lifting his head to glance up at Wilson.
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:ArmAndLeg  S1/2/3  romance  angst  unrequited-House/Wilson  unrequited-love  observation  love-confessions  pining  pining!House  one-shot  site:FFN  word-count:<1k   
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Clarity
When House knocks himself out of it by taking too much cold medicine he accidentally blurts out some things to Chase that leave the younger man reeling.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned. He was going to have to undress House. House his boss. House who barely even liked him. House who he thought about every night as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

:::::☆ ☆:::::

House turned to him, clearly not amused. "Chase, I am not doing this. I thought I made that clear."

"Yeah you did, and you're full of crap," Chase argued. "You can't even have one conversation with me? That proves to me that you want this, you want me." Chase looked him over, the older man was studiously not looking him in the eye and he was breathing heavily. "Look at you," he said, his voice turning softer as he moved closer to House so that the older man backed up against the shelves. "Look what being close to me does to you," he said almost as if he couldn't believe it himself. How could he not have noticed this before? /Because House always makes sure not to get this close to me/, he realised.

:::::☆ ☆:::::

"It's amazing that you've been divorced four times," House said at Wilson's couple's therapy talk.

"Twice," Wilson was quick to correct.

"Soon to be three."

"Hmm," Wilson mused. "Well apparently I do much better at the psychology of male/male relationships."

"Maybe Chase has a friend?" House suggested casually.

"Do you think?" Wilson asked in mock interest. "That'd go down well in my divorce settlement."

"You could claim she drove you to it."

"It's amazing that you've /never/ been married."

:::::☆ ☆:::::

"You think loving House is a responsibility?"

"The biggest one," Wilson answered adamantly. "He doesn't let himself be vulnerable to anyone because if they know they can hurt him then they will. At least that's how he thinks. And yet he's allowed himself to trust you, to let you get close... at least closer than anybody's gotten in a long time. He's like a special needs child; he needs more patience, extra attention. When he's doing something stupid and usually damaging you're supposed to clap your hands and look impressed even if you really want to be talking him out of it. I let him think he's tricking me into buying him lunch everyday just so I can go to sleep at night knowing he's had at least one good meal, that he doesn't just live off Vicodin and scotch," he said holding up the bottle.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:SassKitten  S1/2/3  S2  romance  hurt/comfort  humour  emotional-hurt/comfort  POV-switch  fatigue  colds  nasal-congestion  dizziness  delirium  possessiveness  physical-support  pining  pining!Chase  mutual-pining  pining!House  cuddling  love-confessions  accidental-love-confessions  literally-sleeping-together  avoidance  confrontations  games  birthdays  gifts  romantic-advice  first-dates  hair-pulling  sexual-content  blowjobs  masturbation  flirting  accidents  neck-play  hickeys  riding  semi-public-sex  biting  jealousy  mind-games  House’s-leg-pain  reconciliation  intoxication  moving-in-together  pets  hurt!House  fic  site:House-Fan-Fiction-Archive  word-count:20-30k     
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
The Crystal Closet
Wilson starts acting oddly towards House and House wants to know why. When he gets his answer, it makes matters infinitely more complicated.
"So, I have something I need to tell you."

"This was all a ploy to get into my pants," House quipped easily around a mouthful of cake. "At least you were a gentleman and bought me dinner first."

Usually, Wilson would give him a withering look or, better yet, throw a flirtatious volley back. Usually. But, like had become the norm over the past two weeks, Wilson didn't flirt back. Most startlingly though, he confirmed one of House's theories about restaurant confessions and started to scoot out of the booth to leave. It seemed House had drastically underestimated how important this conversation was to Wilson because he was never this touchy.

"You've probably stolen a credit card or two of mine. Use one of them to pay. You already know how to forge my signature."

Much like all of Wilson's low blows, his remark was meant to disarm House on one subject long enough to distract him into picking up arms for another. Under any other circumstances, House probably would've fallen for it, too, because the Tritter chapter of his life still stung like a bitch, but not that night. He was done with the avoidance game Wilson had been playing.

:::::☆ ☆:::::

"Does this mean we can start flirting again?"

Wilson looked confused, but in an amused way. "What?"

"I'm guessing this little reveal is why you haven't been flirting with me for a few weeks. Cameron would flirt with me, but she would think I was being serious. Chase gets too flustered and even I don't have the balls to flirt with Foreman," he explained, his logic totally sound. "He'd murder me and Cuddy would alibi him. Also another person who won't flirt with me. I need to flirt, Wilson."

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"I can't -," he started, forced to stop to catch his breath. "I can't do this."

Wilson's breaths were ghosting over his face as he recovered, his face expressing hurt. "What are you talking about? You - you didn't enjoy that? Because there's evidence to the contrary."

There was a lot of evidence to show they both enjoyed it, but House couldn't get caught up in their usual banter.

"I can't just be another lay for you. I won't let myself amount to only another stop in your pursuit of happiness."

"You're not. You're... House, you're it," Wilson insisted, his brown eyes imploring House to believe him. "I want you, always have. I chased after women who were nothing like you in order to forget I wanted you. I cheated because the high of finding them always wore off. Coming out was freeing, but it was also... it was also awful. None of those men were you. It was almost worse." Wilson laughed, but it was self-deprecating and not really amused. "The way my therapist made me admit I was gay was by first getting me to admit I was in love with you. The rest came after. If you're just being, I don't know, kind and trying to let me down easy, don't. I can handle it. But don't pretend I just think of you as a pit stop. I wouldn't risk us for one night."
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:VictoriaAGrey  S1/2/3  S3  romance  humour  light-angst  avoidance  deduction  flirting  coming-out  promiscuity  mutual-pining  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Hanging By A Moment
Chase thinks of his time with House and decides to let him know that he knows.

[Part 2 of the ‘Moments In A Relationship’ series; sequel to ‘No Regrets’]
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:missjay1988  S2  post-Vogler-arc  romance  songfic  minor-House/Stacy  eavesdropping  love-confessions  sequel  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:<1k 
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
DayDreams
Chase has a vivid imagination, but his mind often chooses the worst places and times to harass him with fantasies. And of his boss no less. He's taken to so many different places but it's no use if it's only fantasy. But perhaps... It won't remain that way.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:SurprisinglySane  S1/2/3  romance  humour  hurt/comfort  light-angst  alternating-POV  minor-House/Cuddy  pining  pining!Chase  pining!House  jealousy  dreams  punching  hurt!Chase  mild-sexual-content  wet-dreams  neck-play  biting  hickeys  seduction  flirting  neckties  bars/nightclubs  love-confessions  accidental-love-confessions  avoidance  confrontations  piano-playing  mild-OOCness  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k 
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Secrets Revealed
Wilson finds himself reminiscing a part of his past when a surprising patient arrives in PPTH.

[Part 1 of the ‘Dead Poets Reunion’ series; sequels: ‘Things that go bump at a reunion’ and ‘If only you’d been there for me’]
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:DarlingHilson  S1/2/3  romance  emotional-hurt/comfort  crossover  Dead-Poets-Society  minor-Neil/Todd  POV-switch  implied/referenced-suicide-attempt  hugs  observation  love-confessions  fic  mild-OOCness  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k 
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Vicodin and Other Addictive Substances
Typical House behavior coupled with the angry husband of a patient brings out a strange reaction in Chase.
Understanding knocked at the back of House’s mind. Realization crept over his face in the form of the quintessential smirk of absolute and total accomplishment.

“Say it.” House stepped forward, drawing closer to Chase.

Chase looked horrified. Looked as if he had just made the biggest mistake possible to make.

“I can’t.”
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:interpretthis  S1/2/3  romance  hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  observation  punching  loss-of-consciousness  hurt!Chase  possessiveness  hospitalisation  bedside-vigils  headaches  love-confessions  neck-play  hickeys  one-shot  site:LJ  word-count:1-5k     
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
The Merits of Road Salt: A Housian Debate
Written for the Winter/Christmas Challenge on Sick!Wilson. Prompt #10: Wilson slips on ice and hits head resulting in a head injury (severity up to you).

Wilson slips on ice outside of PPTH, causing him to say a few things he might not have otherwise. Takes place mid season 6, before the arrival of Sam.
Wilson couldn’t help but grin as he settled on the couch. “I meant what I said before, you know,” he called out as House headed back into the room. “You’re cute when you worry.”

House raised an eyebrow and flopped down onto the couch next to Wilson. “You’re really pushing this ‘concussion makes me say weird stuff’ act. I might start thinking you’ve got a thing for me or something.” The words were meant to be teasing, light, but the whole thing fell flat.

Wilson just looked at him for a moment as if appraising the situation. “And what if I did? Have a thing for you, I mean.” He bravely managed to keep eye contact, but House noticed the blush that tinted Wilson’s cheeks.
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:prettyapathetic  S6  romance  hurt/comfort  humour  hurt!Wilson  loss-of-consciousness  lacerations  blood  hospitalisation  concussions  bedside-vigils  neurological-exams  headaches  irritability  hurt!House  House’s-leg-pain  flirting  love-confessions  fic  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k     
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Patience
Chase watches House deal with Stacy.
Stacy. God, you hate the name. Ms. Lawyer never uses her last name; she probably doesn't want to remind anyone that she's married. To someone who isn't House.

She's standing really close, closer than it's proper for a married woman talking to her ex. She has that coy smile on her face, and her hands keep finding their way to House's shirt, smoothing it even though there are no wrinkles.

"A man might forget you're married," House says a little too loudly. You wonder if he knows you're listening and the words are directed at you.

She laughs, and her crystalline laughter travels all the way to you. God, you really hate the woman. It's not jealousy, of course. No, it's self-preservation, because after every bloody meeting with her, House gets weird, weirder than usual. You're just looking out for yourself. That's all.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:Titti  S1/2/3  S2  romance  pre-slash  minor-House/Stacy  observation  jealousy  denial  pining  pining!Chase  eavesdropping  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k   
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Suffering and Appreciation
House and Chase have the post-Vogler 'Why did you do it' confrontation.
Chase follows him inside and shuts the door. House sits down in a big, overstuffed armchair and regards him with a polite, expectant expression. He's wearing jeans and an unwrinkled black t-shirt. It doesn't look like he's been to bed, and for a tiny second Chase allows himself the indulgence of imagining that House can't sleep either. Which, yeah, is probably true. But not for the same reasons. He's pretty much come to accept the fact of his own insanity, but he's not so far gone as to think that House spares him a second thought once they're not in the hospital. Probably not even when they are.

He knows his place.

And really, it's not here. He stands in the middle of the room, feeling suddenly lost. He'd focused so much energy on the idea of getting here, and making House let him in, that he hadn't really saved any for what came next. Now that he's here, he discovers that the plan seems to have run out.

:::::☆ ☆:::::

Chase shakes his head and closes his eyes for a second. This was a big mistake, he sees that now. There's nothing to be gained by prolonging this. Nothing to be gained by him, anyway.

He turns, but before he can even take one step towards the door, House is up and out of his chair and grabbing Chase's arm. He jumps at the touch, and knows that it's out of proportion to the surprise. House hasn't really moved that fast, it's just that Chase is slow. Every movement, every breath, feels like he's swimming through warm glue.

"No you don't," House says, and now all the false pleasantry has been dropped from both expression and tone. "You came here for a reason."

Chase doesn't pull his arm away. Doesn't want to, even now. Begging for scraps; it's pathetic. /He's/ pathetic. His eyes sting, and he blinks angrily. He won't cry in front of House. Not that. Many things, maybe, but not that.

"Yes," he says, more to buy time than anything else.

House releases him, and sits back down. This time, his face stays cold and hard, and Chase is grateful. It puts him closer to more solid, recognisable ground.

He opens his mouth, not sure what's going to come out. In the end, it turns out to be the simple truth.

"I need this to be over," he says.

House puts his head on one side, as if considering. "Interesting," he says. "'I need this to be over', not 'I need to put a stop to this.' So it should all just magically go away without you having to do anything about it, is that right? You don't think you should actually have to, oh, say /earn/ what you want?" He shakes his head in what looks like genuine disappointment. "You haven't even got the balls to be passive-aggressive, have you? You're just passive-passive. They'll have to create a new category, just for you."

Chase feels the flush warm his skin. It was a poor choice of words, and you can't afford to do that around House. He should know better.

Ah, and isn't that the story of his life?

But at least there's one good thing; House hasn't asked him what 'this' is. It's an acknowledgement that yes, it's been deliberate on House's part. The looks, the slights, the coldness - it hasn't just been House being House. It's been a punishment.

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House leans forward. "Tongue-tied?" His voice almost sounds gentle. "Then perhaps I should go first after all. Okay then, let's see. What do I want from you, Chase? Oh, I know - how about this? I want to know /why/."

Chase stares at him blankly for a second; his brain is having trouble switching back into language mode. "Why -?"

House's face is serious, now. "Why did you do it? Sell me out to Vogler?"

Chase drops his gaze. He knows it makes him look guilty, but what the hell. He is.

"I was - afraid," he says. He can feel House's eyes on him but he carries on looking at the floor. "I knew how badly I'd screwed up with that angiogram. I thought you were going to fire me."

"So you wanted to get me fired first?"

Chase's head shoots up. "No! God, no. It wasn't like that. I just thought - I wanted some kind of insurance. Something to bargain with. I thought Vogler would be better because Cuddy would really have had to do something about it, but Vogler - I thought he'd just, you know, it was like a power game. It wasn't meant - I never thought it would go that far, get that complicated." He shuts his eyes. "I don't always think things through very well."

House raises an eyebrow. "You don't say. Well, how admirably dedicated you are, Dr Chase. Excuse me for taking the whole betrayal thing so personally. I just never realised the job meant quite so much to you."

There's a long silence. That's not exactly a peace offering, but Chase knows it's the best he's going to get. It's a get-out clause of sorts, and he's quite surprised House is being generous enough to offer it. He can agree, and apologise, and leave - with at least some of his dignity intact - and they can go on. He'll never be forgiven and it'll never be like it was, but it might be workable. And that's what he really wants.

Isn't it?

He opens his mouth, and what comes out is: "It doesn't."

:::::☆ ☆:::::

"Well, if that's the case then we seem to be back at square one again, don't we? Back to /why/?"

Chase licks his dry lips. "You know why," he says quietly.

House frowns and leans forward, cupping a hand behind his ear. "What's that?"

Chase sighs. "Are you going to make me say it?"

Stupid question. Of course he is. Chase was handed his exit pass and he didn't take it. He's fair game, now.

House just looks at him, one eyebrow raised.

Well, it hardly matters any more, does it? It's all gone too far. Probably had a long time ago.

"It's not the job," he says. "It's you."

House purses his lips and nods slowly. It's the half-grudging, half-admiring 'yeah, that could have merit' expression he uses on the rare occasions when one of them actually comes up with an idea he agrees with. "Right," he says, in a satisfied - and rather final - tone of voice.

Chase blinks. Is that it?

He's glad that he manages not to say that out loud, though. It would just make House ask him what else he expected, and he can't face trying to answer that.

He looks around helplessly. He's not sure /what/ he expected, but he's pretty certain it wasn't this. In his experience, the Big Declaration normally got more of a response than 'oh, right."

But then that's House, isn't it? He's never exactly followed the rules.

No doubt this had just been another mystery to him - Puzzle #32,561: What's The Story With Chase? He didn't care, he just wanted to know. And now he did - /oh, right, he's in love with me. Well, that explains it/ - the case was closed. After all, it wasn't like House didn't already have Cameron mooning after him. It was hardly a new experience.

The heat is back in his cheeks as the flush builds. Damn, but he's an idiot.

"I'll go," he says, and this time House doesn't protest.

He drags himself slowly to the door, opens it and steps out. He takes a deep breath, then reaches back to close it.

Before he can complete the movement, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns fully, and suddenly House's lips are on his. It's not quite like he'd imagined; the skin is just as rough and stubbly, but the kiss doesn't have the same punishing force. It's not gentle, but there's definitely more desire than anger. Chase has been kissed with both, and he knows the difference.

He's frozen with surprise for a half-second, but when he regains control of his body he responds with fervour. His eyes close as the blood pounds in his ears and his stomach clenches with shock, new-awakened passion and something very like joy.

And then it's over, and he's left breathless and floundering and very, very hard. He moves to step back inside, but finds House's hands on his chest, pushing him back. There's no real force behind it but he's already off-balance and it doesn't take much to make him stumble and tip over backwards.

House watches him with a look of amusement and - could that actually be a hint of affection? His colour is high and his lips look slightly swollen, and right now Chase wants nothing more in all the world than to feel those lips on his again. He opens his mouth, but House cuts him off.

"You're leaving," he says.

Chase gets up and stands up straight again, looking at him in confusion.

House gives him a contemplative look "You know, I was going to fire you. Not because of the angiogram, but because Foreman was right: you wanted this job, but you didn't appreciate it."

Chase frowns. "I don't understand."

House smiles. "I know. So aren't you lucky that I'm going to teach you? After all, the things we appreciate most are the ones we suffer for."

He blows Chase a kiss, and closes the door in his face.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:flurblewig  S1/2/3  S1  post-Vogler-arc  romance  pre-slash  angst-with-a-happy-ending  punishment  confrontations  mild-sexual-content  pining  pining!Chase  fantasies  love-confessions  forced-love-confessions  fic  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k   
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Kissing Booth
Princeton-Plainsboro hosts an Oncology Charity Carnival and Wilson barely has a chance to breathe while he organizes the effort. Of course, House has several choice remarks to make while he sits back and does precisely nothing to help, but in the end, together they manage to build something new and remarkable.
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:RosYourBoat  romance  humour  observation  flirting  PDA  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k   
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
By My Side
Wilson and House have been falling in love for 12 years. House insists he's okay with what they have and won't ask for more, but Wilson begins to understand the toll all his wives have had on House. Miscommunication ensues!
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:OswinWatson  S1/2/3  S2  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  minor-House/Stacy  established-relationship  casual-relationships  living-together  pining  pining!Wilson  mutual-pining  jealousy  hurt!Wilson  avoidance  confrontations  misunderstandings  hugs  love-confessions  one-shot  site:AO3  word-count:1-5k 
december 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Distorted Mirror
Loving someone is one thing. Telling them—especially when they hate you—is something else. Chase copes with his feelings for House and, in his own way, shows them.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:kuhori_rei  S1/2/3  S1  post-Vogler-arc  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  alternating-POV  punishment  observation  denial  resignation  letters  letter-writing  resignation-letters  love-confessions  pining  pining!Chase  mutual-pining  hurt!Chase  drowsiness  confrontations  reconciliation  one-shot  site:LJ  word-count:1-5k     
november 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Love Letters
It's Valentine's Day, and Wilson's getting love letters... but who are they from? Meanwhile, House is up to something...
HouseM.D.  House/Wilson  author:an-angel-in-hell  S1/2/3  S3  romance  humour  light-angst  alternating-POV  Valentine’s-Day  love-letters  secret-admirers  pining  pining!House  mutual-pining  love-confessions  deduction  confrontations  one-shot  site:FFN  word-count:1-5k     
november 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Trust
What if Chase had gone to speak to House instead of snooping around? What could a confrontation have lead to?
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:Aspermoth  S1/2/3  S1  Vogler-arc  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  canon-divergence  hurt!Chase  pining  pining!Chase  confrontations  crying  love-confessions  one-shot  site:FFN  word-count:1-5k     
november 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl
Denial
You are a hypocrite because you say that you have nothing to do with him but at the dead of the night when you are feeling worn and tired he is still the center of your world.
HouseM.D.  House/Chase  author:darksapphire-flame  S4  HH&WH  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  pining  pining!Chase  hurt!House  near-death  hospitalisation  bedside-vigils  observation  love-confessions  denial  realisation-of-feelings  hurt!Chase  fatigue  avoidance  confrontations  two-shot  site:FFN  word-count:1-5k     
november 2017 by SHSL_Fangirl

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