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nrdmssgs · 8 months

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Sharing one bed with your friend from 141

Masterlist Little oneshots. Sharing a bed, because there is only one left free.

TW: Please note, that in every situation, a reader is an old friend of one of the four and there is a bit of sympathy beyond friendship between them!! So I wasn't trying to make TF 141 a bunch of awkward scary guys, that hug you without any reason and consent!! Don't worry, none of them would ever harm you, guys!!!

Simon Ghost Riley

"I warn you, I'm used to sleeping alone, so I may hog the blankets. If it happens so - don't hesitate to wake me up, ok?"

Ghost glares at you and chuckles briefly. "I get to sleep in a normal bed only once every few months. Don't think you can steal anything from me."

You sigh and turn away: well, at least you warned him. He may be some kind of super-soldier, but he is yet to discover, how fury an inveterate solo-sleeper can be. "Nighty." But he doesn't answer you - must have fallen asleep immediately.

You wake up in a tight, warm cocoon of blankets: obviously yours and his. But when you try to move - it appears harder than it seemed at first. Something, or rather someone, presses all these blankets down to you. So you turn your head only to meet Simons menacing, unblinking gaze.

"You saw nothing." His hand guides you by your chin to lay back down on a pillow, facing away from him. Then he goes back to wrapping you in a tight embrace. "I got cold, and you refused to give my blanket back."

Captain John Price

"Lemme know if it gets too warm. I got feedback about being a human furnace for a couple of times." Despite the fact, that he just laid down beside you - Johns voice is already sleepy.

"I believe, you have to hug another person to get such a comment." You answer and laugh at Johns immediate 'oh, shi... sorry' and a friendly pat on your back, covered with blanket.

"Sleep well," wishes you Price. And that was... exactly, what you planned, if the man hadn't start snoring in ten minutes.

At first, you tried to be gentle, touching lightly his shoulder to make him go quiet. But when he woke you up for the fifth time in a row - you punched him so hard - you must have left a bruise on his back. But John Price could sleep on a military base. He could sleep in a flying helli between the missions, being surrounded by shouting soldiers. Even your punches feel like a tender caresses in comparison to the chaos, in which he sometimes has to fall asleep.

He wakes up only when you almost throw him off the bed. "John! You snore like a freakin bear!" You are out of energy and already consider going to sleep on a floor in another room, only to get away from this nightmare.

He blinks a couple of times, obviously not waking up fully, then scoops you up, nuzzles your neck and whispers in a sleepy ruffle voice "M`sorry, love. You should let me know right away, if I wake you up again."

Perfect: now he's mistaken you for someone in his sleep! Well, at least, he really stays quiet, as he is hugging you. So you decide to let him do it, as long as it grants you sound sleep.

On the next morning, Price inspects his back in the mirror, when you walk past him. "Never considered enlisting in the military? I could use a furious little beast like you..."

Johnny Soap Mactavish

"Soap, for f sake, you are a grown man, what are you doing?" You grunt, as yet another decorative pillow hits your back.

"Building a wall, lass. Otherwise, you'll end up on my side of bed as usual!" He isn't even thinking of stopping, so the next pillow hits your head.

"Johnny, Hadrians Wall took less time to be built up! And I repeat for the hundredth time: I don't have a single idea, how does it happen, but I swear, it's not me! I don't tend to move in my sleep. When I'm alone - I always wake up in the exact same pose, I've fallen asleep!" You try to grab a pillow to throw it away, but he doesn't let you.

"Well, then it's my natural charm, that just drawn you to my side every time." Soap finally places the last pillow up on his 'wall' between yours and his sides of the bed.

You wake up in the same place you've fallen asleep. Only this time you are buried under the remains of Johnnys 'masterpiece' from yesterday. Grunting, you try to get out from under a pile of pillows, but you feel Johnny's whole body pressing against you from behind with a displeased rumbling. And only then it hits you.

You turn to him and whisper in his sleeping face. "It was you all this time. You grabbed me and pulled to your side of the bed, you sneaky bastard..." Johnny mumbles something incoherent in his sleep and only presses you closer to him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

"Ok, good night." Kyle turns the light down and goes silent.

You lie awake for some time, listening to the sounds outside the window, but gradually you fall asleep. However, very soon, you startle and open your eyes: there is someone in the room, you two are no more alone. You hear the wooden floor crackling closer. Someone's shadow falls on the wall. You are frightened, but you lie quietly, blaming it all on your imagination. And then you feel the mattress sag under someone's weight at your feet.

At that moment you understand, you had enough and in one swift motion dart to Kyle, ending up on top of him. It wakes him up and for a few moments, he looks confused as his eyes adjust to the darkness. But when he understands, it's you, he relaxes. "Ahem, hi?"

"There is someone in this bed. Someone besides us!" You whisper, shifting your weight to the side, so that Kyle is left to defend you from the mysterious threat.

He turns the bedside lamp on and starts laughing almost immediately. Your friends dog, that apparently freaked you out so badly, now curled up all cozy on your side of the bed.

"Hi buddy! You were feeling lonely, so you came to us, yeah?" Kyle scratches the dog behind the ear, and it happily beats the blanket with its tail. You breathe a sigh of relief, a little embarrassed at being so scared. However, you don't give Kyle a chance to start joking about this and push him closer to the center of the bed, settling in where he just slept.

"Okay, congratulations, now that buddy is your problem. I'm going to sleep!" You try to ignore Kyle's soft laugh.

"You're going to fall out of bed at night and scare the poor dog." He pulls you closer to him. "That's better. Sleep. And I'll protect you from this 'dire wolf'."

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geekgirles · 1 month

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Yumalia's Reunion

Back on my Yumalia brainrot, I can't get over all the layers and depths of their brief interaction in episode 11.

The moment Yugo is done defying his mother and forced to watch her leave, for she had long made her choice, Amalia doesn't hesitate to reach out to him and hold his hand, which Yugo immediately squeezes right back. Even with the threat of imminent war for her people's safety, Amalia's first instinct is to go to Yugo and offer whatever comfort she can, and he just lets her because if there's someone who can ground him, it's Amalia.

That's exactly what she did at the end of season 3. Not only did she tell Oropo he would never be Yugo because Yugo would never willingly or knowingly sacrifice anyone for his cause (even during his fight with Ad during the OVAs he always thought his brother would eventually come back), but she unknowingly dissuaded the fears and insecurities that'd been plaguing him throughout the entire season, both regarding his past actions and his own relationship with her. Because even after all they'd been through and his insecurities hurting Amalia deeply, she still chose him, and she still reaffirmed her love for him in such a way it would allow for their interactions in season 4 to be that much more openly affectionate and less restrained.

But not only that, back then she was also there to ground him when Oropo's passing and his absorbing of the Eliotropes overwhelmed him, helping him see all the good despite what they had lost.

And she is doing that yet again when they finally reunite.

But there is so much more going on here. So many emotions running deep between them.

Look at Yugo's expression, that mixture of surprise and awe etched onto his face. I feel like this is the moment where it truly clicks for him just how much he's changed and all the possibilities his new body entails, especially for their relationship. And Amalia is just happy, happy that he is alive and happy that he can finally see and feel like the great king and warrior she always knew was already there.

For the first time since he's met her, Yugo doesn't have to look up to meet his love's eyes, and you can clearly see how the mere thought takes him aback. But I believe there's so much more to it, so many things left unsaid.

He's looking at her like she's finally within reach, and not only because now they're closer in height. Yugo had to spent the last few years of his life watching how the love of his life grew into the most beautiful flower in Sadida's garden, into a queen, while he remained stuck in his child-like body, with only a title for show despite he too being royalty.

It's all in his eyes!

He isn't just looking at Amalia. He is staring at her like a dying man stares at his salvation, like someone who's been wandering in the dessert for ages looks at an oasis. And it's not just because they might finally have a shot, but because she is there and she is real.

Despite Yugo's unrelenting optimism and will, upon being captured by the Nécromes, a part of him had probably been forced to accept he would never see Amalia again, either because he would remain the last of his days as their prisoner, or because she would too fall soon.

Given his predicament, thanks to Oropo and Qilby's intervention, Yugo was most likely running on adrenaline when he noticed the portal in the Sadida forest and what it would mean for Amalia. His mind was set on protecting her, not on the fact that they would be reunited after such a horrible ordeal. And I don't think it really sunk in that he would see her again until she touched him, until she literally became tangible and attainable.

But she is real, and she is with him, they are together again. Only this time, they might actually get to be together.

Look at such level of intimacy! Such tenderness mixed with the underlying unbriddled passion they feel for one another! Yugo might have been shown being okay with revealing his wings to his friends, but he always took the hood off himself; but not with Amalia. With her he trusts her enough to let her do the honours and all he can do is melt under her touch.

Seeing Amalia again after being held prisoner in the Nécroworld and forcibly aged has allowed Yugo to fall in love with her all over again and, more importantly, to finally allow himself to love her with his whole being in return. No more holding back, no more second thoughts, no more take-backs. No more denying themselves what they have been desperately yearning for.

He loves Amalia and she loves him. And he's going to hold onto her for as long as they both live.

And I am so not normal about them.

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kkvqwrites · 1 year

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You Flinched | 141 Headcannons

Don't mind me, just some 141 boys reacting to finding out reader has a history of abuse or DV. We all know that our boys would never harm a loved one, but I began thinking about them responding to their loved one being triggered. Because trauma isn't rational.

CW: DV mentioned/alluded to (not on-screen), trauma

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,833

A/N: Yes this is self-indulgent because I have my own history and use my comfort characters to help. So I hope it can help someone else in the same way it helps me. Also forgive me, I threw it together on a whim and didn't really edit it.

Simon "GHOST" Riley

Simon is usually very careful with how he presents. He knows he's big, he knows he's intimidating, and most of all he knows what it's like to be vulnerable and scared of someone bigger than you. He knows when to use his voice/stature to his advantage (like on the battlefield) vs when to tone it down (like in private). He never wants to be scary to those he loves, ever. In fact, he wants his loved ones to have the opposite experience from what he had growing up.

That said, we all have our moments. It was, you both could admit, a silly argument over what ended up amounting to a non-issue. He was fresh back from the field and sleep-deprived and you had had a long shitty day and so a small disagreement became an argument. Somewhere in the bickering Simon decided he was over it. He stood, crumpling the paper he was holding into a fist and raising his voice, which he almost never did.

The combination of the fist and the yelling was what did it. He stood up so tall, so fast, and suddenly you were eight again, hiding in the cupboards and terrified to make a sound. Not knowing what would happen if you were found, but knowing for certain it wouldn't be good. When your parents went into their rages, there was nothing to do but hide and wait it out. As if reciting a dance you knew by heart, you shrank back, hands coming up defensively.

Simon noticed instantly, despite your best attempts to play it off. He knew all too well the look of a terrorized inner child and recognized it immediately in your pale face and shrinking posture. It broke his heart; he immediately regretted lashing out as it was, but this was even worse.

He'd step back, giving you space. He'd ask permission before approaching you and before hugging you, and once you gave it you'd be wrapped in an embrace that was both tender and hard as steel. He'd hold you for a long time, not saying anything. If you cracked and it all came spilling out, he'd listen intently. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd respect it and not breathe a word about it until you were ready. You could feel in his heartbeat his need to make you feel safe warring with his desire to find whoever made you afraid and teach them a lesson about fear.

Simon is a man of actions, not words, and he's never been a fan of "sorry" and instead prefers follow-through. Now, though, the word poured from his lips. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you forgave him wordlessly.

The next free time you both had, he'd surprise you by taking you to a shooting range. Another weekend, he'd teach you basic knife skills and how to throw a decent punch. If questioned, he'd say it was something he'd been meaning to do for a while with a dismissive shrug. But you had a hunch, even if he couldn't or wouldn't verbalize it, that he was sharing with you the ways he'd learned to overcome feeling powerless when he was younger. By learning to defend and fight back, you could take your agency back and walk into the world unafraid. It didn't matter that he'd grind anyone who bothered you into dust, because it was about you and making you feel empowered. Simon wasn't one to give you bouquets of flowers and poems, but he could give you this. And, slowly but surely, it started to work.

John "SOAP" Mactavish

You and Johnny were out with some mutual friends at the pub one night, drinking and having fun. Your boisterous Scotsman was ever the social butterfly, and he never failed to bring the party wherever he went.

You and a friend were laughing at something on your phone, and when you handed it Johnny to show him, you froze as your eyes saw an unmistakable silhouette over his shoulder. You recovered quickly, sure that it was a mistake, but not quickly enough. Johnny's face went serious as he studied your expression, which was suddenly tense.

You'd play it off, not wanting to ruin the good vibe. You'd even double check to reassure yourself that it wasn't him, but your stomach would sink once you looked back. In a corner of the bar, nursing a glass of dark liquor, was your ex. He noticed you at the same time, and the eye contact made you feel sick.

At this, Johnny would take a look for himself, and would pick out the man eyeing you from across the bar right away. After giving the man a once-over, he'd turn back to you.

"Is that who I think it is?" You'd nod. You had told him bits and pieces of how your ex treated you, but left out the worst of it lest Johnny go on a rampage to defend your honor. He's loyal to a fault and would not take kindly to anyone mistreating people he cared about.

The unfortunate thing was, being special forces came with an ability to read people and situations, and your reaction to seeing your ex filled in the gaps well enough for Johnny to understand what wasn't being said. You were scared, and the man seemed to know it by the smug expression he wore as he stared at you.

Rather than cause a scene, as you had feared, Johnny scooted so he completely blocked your view of the other man (and the man's view of you via his broad shoulders). Seamlessly, he'd continue the conversation with the folks around you as if nothing was amiss, despite his hand never leaving your thigh in a move that was at once possessive and reassuring. You leaned into the touch, comforted by Johnny's presence and relieved that the situation had seemingly blown over.

A bit later, Johnny announced he was going to the bar to get another round for the table. On instinct, your gaze shot to where your ex had been sitting, but his seat was now empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, your eyes turned to follow Johnny through the room. You could never get tired of looking at him. It wasn't until he reached the bar and clapped a fellow patron on the shoulder that you realized the individual he was talking to wasn't the bartender, but your ex who had moved seats. Keeping his hand on the man's shoulder, Johnny struck up a conversation like a true natural.

Oh no.

You braced for a commotion, but Johnny's expression and body language stayed friendly and open. You couldn't hear what he was saying to the man, and if asked he'd tell you he was just introducing himself. But when he let go of your ex's shoulder and flagged down the bartender to order a drink, the other man threw some money onto the bar and all but ran out the door.

The place would become a frequent haunt for your friend group, but you'd never see your ex darken the doorstep again after Johnny's talk with him. Good riddance.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You and Kyle had been going steady for a bit now, and you were excited to introduce him to your family. Well, most of your family. You didn't have a good relationship with your stepdad, and Kyle respected that it was a sore spot for you. He would never pry, but he could pick up on how your tone would change when your stepdad would come up in conversation, how your posture would change when your mom dragged him into the frame to say hello during your video chats.

A big family dinner was the perfect opportunity to introduce everyone to Kyle, and you were looking forward to it. Truly. You had a nice outfit picked out and Kyle bought some fancy wine to bring, hoping for a good first impression. He needn't have worried; your aunts and cousins all fawned over him, and your uncles were endlessly impressed by his stories from his job. Long story short, he was a hit.

He stayed by you all night, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he made conversation. At first, you chalked it up to being the new guy in the room, but the ease of his posture suggested he wasn't nervous. Rather, his frequent check-ins started to make it feel like his closeness was for your benefit. You were the one who was nervous, looking over your shoulder every few minutes praying you didn't see a certain face in the crowd. You loved your family, but get-togethers always came with a certain amount of anxiety. Every time your eyes strayed around the room, Kyle's followed, taking in the crowd. Even more frequently, you caught him sneaking glances at you, as if assessing if you were alright.

You were alright, until the front door opened and you heard a specific voice boom in greeting. Your mom and stepdad strode in, late as always, your mom carrying the casserole dish and your stepdad slapping a case of beer on the counter. Your demeanor changed immediately, shrinking yourself as if you could become invisible if you just hunched enough. It didn't work, of course, and they spotted you within seconds. Before you could react, Kyle was in front of you, placing himself between you and your parents with a smile and his hand out to shake.

"I'm Kyle, heard lots about you," he said neutrally, shaking hands with both of them. They turned to you, but Kyle spoke again. "How was the drive? Heard you had to come across that new expressway, have they finished that yet?"

It was like that the rest of the evening. Kyle remained an immovable barrier between you and your stepdad, keeping him engaged in conversation and unable to address you. You and your mom were able to slip away shortly to help set the table and catch up, and every time you snuck a glance at the men out of the corner of your eye, the view was the same: Kyle orienting himself as a physical wall, keeping you out of eyeshot. His body language was at-ease, his smile friendly enough, but his eyes were tight, not like they had been when talking with everyone else.

When everyone grabbed a seat, Kyle pulled a chair out for you before quickly stealing the spot next to you from your stepdad. You looked at him with gratitude and he squeezed your knee reassuringly under the table, all the while maintaining conversations with those around him as if nothing was amiss. If you hadn't already loved him, you certainly would have after that night.

Captain John Price

Ah, spring cleaning.

Well, it was November, but still. It's refreshing to get rid of old stuff and start anew, but it's also essential when you're combining two households. John had finally convinced you to move in with him, so the two of you were creating piles labeled "Keep" "Trash" and "Donate". Upon reaching the bottom of an old box labelled "Miscellaneous," you came upon something that had your stomach churning. Old records: Johnny Cash, the Sex Pistols, the Doors. You hadn't realized you had them, and you weren't particularly fond of who they belonged to.

You didn't realize you had frozen in place until John snapped you out of it, coming up behind you with a hand snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Whatcha got, love?" He whistled when you showed him.

"The condition those are in, you could get a pretty penny. I didn't know you collected vinyl, I'd have bought a player."

"They're not... mine." You explained, as briefly as possible, that they were your ex's and must have gotten mixed up in your stuff when you split several years ago. He hummed in understanding.

"Right, then. To the garbage with it?"

It was the logical solution. He hadn't asked after them, so he must not miss them that badly. You would rather lie down in traffic than have any contact with him. But John's comment about their value stopped you from throwing them onto the "Trash" pile. Damn your too-kind heart, always causing problems.

It was easy enough to find your ex's contact info; you had changed your number after the split, he hadn't. Soon enough, you had agreed on a time for him to swing by and grab the stuff when he was free. The rest of moving made the days go by in a blur of organizing and unpacking and bickering over where the toaster should go and which wall to mount the TV on. That is, until you looked at your calendar and realized that it was today. This afternoon was the interaction you'd spent the week trying not to think about. You'd stepped around the box of his things all week, mentally blocking out why it was sitting in the front hall. You'd managed to stay busy, and bury your anxiety in the endless tasks that come with setting up a new home.

But time had run out, and in mere hours you were going to be face to face with someone you had once sworn never to see again. The realization made the room feel too small, made the air feel too warm, made you feel like you were suffocating. Suddenly you just had to get out.

"We need... yogurt." You blurted, walking too quickly and too loudly into the foyer to grab your keys.

"Yogurt? Right now?" John called from the kitchen.

"Yes, right now! For... for a recipe," you mustered, hoping you sounded convincing. This had been a mistake, a huge mistake, and your brain was screaming RUN! RUN! RUN! as loudly as it could. Hand on the doorknob, however, you froze. If you left, John would be here when your ex arrived. He'd answer the door, introduce himself, and hand off the items. Shouldn't that be ideal? No contact between you and him, simple and easy. But rather than provide relief, the thought made you sick to your stomach. It felt like a defiling almost, to think of him entering your new sanctuary and meeting the love you thought you'd never have. It felt wrong on every level, and your feet rooted to the spot in agreement.

"Still here, love?" John came into view, the book he'd been reading in hand, finger acting as a bookmark. "I was thinking, I could go if you wanted. Just text me what we need. Don't you have someone coming by?"

Yes - that's it, you thought. Have John go, get him away from here before he could arrive. You'd handle it on your own; you'd done it before.

Nodding, you stepped aside, slipping your shoes off next to the door. John put his book down and approached, taking your place and grabbing his keys off the hook. He turned to kiss your forehead, but stopped short and stared at you. He noticed for the first time that you were fidgety, as if anxious for him to leave when usually it was the exact opposite. His ever-observant eyes spent several seconds taking you in, and you knew as he asked the question that he already knew the answer.

"Everything alright?"

Of course it was! How silly to think otherwise! You began playing it off, the same way you had gotten so good at doing back when you and he were still together and your friends would ask you the same thing. Just hyper, just busy, just this, just that, always an excuse to avoid saying "I'm afraid." Afraid of what mood he'd be in, afraid of what awaited you when you two would be alone later. Fear you hadn't felt in a long time, but could feel now just as bone-deep as it had been back then. As if your body had stored it as muscle memory just in case this day came.

"Are you nervous about something?" It was another question you could tell he already knew the answer to, and you wanted to feel irked about it, but looking into those eyes you suddenly just felt tired. Tired of carrying the fear and the uncertainty alone. So you exhaled for a long time, and slowly told him exactly what you were nervous about.

It felt good to get it off your chest. Until now, no one had ever known the extent of what had gone on. You expected John to explode into some fit of hyper-masculine protectiveness like guys on TV, but he didn't. He listened to you talk, and then he nodded and sat on the couch, reopening his book on his lap.

"What are you doing?" You eyed him suspiciously, unable to believe that that was the end of the conversation.

"Well, I'm waiting right here. And when this lad knocks, I'm going to answer the door and have a little chat with him."

#who would have thought I'd get wordy writing about Price #it's my older man kink #can you tell the writer juices flowed as I kept writing #mwii headcannons #task force 141 #141 headcanons #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #no use of y/n #ghost mwii #soap mwii #gaz mwii #price mwii

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faebaex · 1 year

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Hi? It's my first requests, so if you don't mind could you please do GN!MC stingrays × octavinelle?

(I'm sorry if i have grammatical mistake)

Have a great day Author-nim ♡

Octavinelle with a Stringray Reader

author note: hiii welcome! i feel like it is going to become my mission to turn every imaginable sea creature into a reader (✯◡✯) i'm up for the challenge! this was really fun to write! also, accidental sugar daddy Azul? Accidental sugar daddy Azul <(￣︶￣)>

characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x GN!Stringray Reader

background:

You are a stringray mer, specifically of Bluespotted Ribbontail species. You are considered quite attractive, and your small stature and timid nature only add to your allure. Despite having quite potent venom, your spinal blade does not carry over to your human form.

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh you poor, sweet summer child.

The first time Azul laid eyes on you, people swear they could see thaumark signs in his eyes.

It was like someone has personally delivered prey to him.

But he was doing you a favour, you know?

With your timid and tender nature, it was only a matter of time before one of the many rogues at this school took advantage of you.

But luckily for you, he can offer you protection. Just sign here and... Perfect. That was easy, wasn't it?

And that is how you began working as a server at the Mostro Lounge, in exchange for Azul's 'protection'.

You quickly became the most popular server at the Lounge, your attractive appearance and nervous, stuttery service becoming a hit with the clientele. Poor little thing, you tug just right on their heartstrings.

Azul was surprised. Whilst he was expecting you to have some popularity (exactly the reason he preyed on you in the first place), he wasn't expecting you to blow up like this.

But he isn't complaining! Celebrating, in fact. Sales have never been better, and seasonal specials have been selling out faster than normal since you joined his staff.

Anyone who goes in the VIP room after hours will see a huge grin on Azul's face as he pours over the business ledgers.

Its because of this that Azul starts to spoil you.

It starts small at first, an extra 15 minute break here and there, a side you hadn't asked for slipped on to your employee meal.

Soon enough, you are granted exclusive access to the VIP room, a perk that was only afforded to the twins up until now.

Oh and what a coincidence, you'll find a study guide for that class you are struggling with on the VIP room table as you take your break. It must have been left out after a client meeting... No harm in you thumbing through it whilst you take your break, Azul would coo.

Azul tries to be discreet, especially once the twins cotton on to your special treatment, with Jade flashing a sharp toothed eerie grin and Floyd complaining that he too wants free study guides.

Azul could justify it, of course, with that you are their best server, in order to maximise the hours you could work, he needed to ensure no other aspect of your life got in the way.

He was definitely justifying it more to himself than he was the twins.

So come, dear. Let him show you your new special uniform for the lunar new year seasonal service...

Jade Leech

You make work so much more fun for him.

Watching you quiver and almost drop a glass when he creeps up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder is just precious.

"Oya, oya. Those glasses are quite delicate. Do be careful."

However, despite the fact that he slyly bullies you for fun, he is a very good manager.

He will always ensure you take your break on time, and that your employee meal is ordered far enough in advance that it is ready for you as soon as you sit down on your break.

And should any particularly rowdy clientele decide to bother you...

Then he will ensure they are dealt with <3

It is his favourite part of the night, after all. How he adores it when you hide behind him.

Jade ropes you into his sneaky work agendas too.

For example, he'll coach you into pushing the mushroom dishes to customers so that he can stop Azul from taking them off the menu.

Probably the least sinister smiles you've received from him are when he beams at you when you deliver a bunch of mushroom dish orders to the kitchen.

Jade will stand with the most innocent smile as Azul looks on in confusion through the order ledger and the sudden influx of mushroom cuisine orders, with you hidden behind Jade.

Azul: "Why are they tucked behind you like that?"

Jade: "They're tired. :) "

Considering the nature of your 'deal' with Azul, Jade's protection of you extends outside of the Lounge into your school life.

But that doesn't mean it is convenient, even if it is effective.

He terrifies you just as much as the people around you, after all.

However it has its perks.

The lunch line is infinitely easier when you have a 190cm eel ensuring that you don't get caught in the lunch crush.

He likes to tell you over lunch how his favourite food is octopus when Azul is sitting right there.

He'll then remark, with the most unassuming of smiles, how he hasn't tried stingray yet.

Funnily enough, you don't feel so hungry anymore.

Floyd Leech

Oh dear.

This man terrorises you.

You're just so cute to him! Especially when you tremble and tear up when he spooks you.

He just wants to tuck you under his arm and keep you <3

Floyd is constantly on your heels when you are working. Whether he is spooking you or draping himself over you, he's always somehow impeding your work.

Azul is constantly scolding Floyd and tries his best to keep you separated, so that Floyd's behaviour does not bother you. Or effect profits.

Jade just looks on in amusement.

Despite the above, your relationship with Floyd isn't all bad.

You and Floyd take your breaks together, simply because he stops working when you do and throws himself over your lap when you sit down to rest.

He's fairly calmer then, passing the time by showing you pictures of clothes he is thinking of buying and asking your opinion on them.

You caused a few mood swings at first when you didn't give a good enough response, but after awhile you got comfortable enough to give him your honest opinion. That makes him happy!

He also shows you his basketball videos, even if most of them are just Ace getting taken out by one of his basketball throws.

He's definitely roped you in to going to practice with him one time. He thinks it would be funny watching you struggle to make the hoop.

Floyd is also the cause of one of your most terrifying incidents at NRC.

On one of your rare days off, you were taking a swim in the Octavinelle pool to relax and reacquaint yourself with the water, and Floyd snuck up on you and scared you.

And well...

You almost skewered him with your spinal blade.

You narrowly missed stabbing him right in the stomach. Even Floyd was shocked but the suddenness of it.

... Until the giddiest grin spread across his face and he started cackling.

You, on the other hand, started bawling your eyes out.

Floyd ended up carrying you to the Lounge because you wouldn't stop crying.

He sat you on a barstool whilst Jade prepared you a drink and Floyd went into the kitchen to steal you some ice cream.

Floyd then gushed to Jade about how cool you were when you almost stabbed him with your tail blade and how sharp it looked.

He looks freakishly delighted when he remarks that maybe next time you'll actually get him.

If you did, he'd probably wear it as a badge of honour and show it off to everyone shamelessly.

Meanwhile, Azul comes to check what all the noise is and pretends to be upset that the twins are giving out free refreshment, like he doesn't do that himself.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst jade #jade leech #twst floyd #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto x y/n #jade leech x y/n #floyd leech x y/n

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This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging".

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long.

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background).

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

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hey so i am so so pleased they hired an intimacy coordinator this time around! and you can tell that the actors are much more comfortable too! the intimacy is much much better!!

let's do a lil intimacy breakdown from my knowledge as an IC in training and a director just in general

(this is a long post so it's under the cut)

fact is, there's some awkwardness in the ed/stede s1 kiss, which i am ninety percent sure is due to body placement. i'd wager there was a discussion on set that was like "hey this is a stunning shot, we love what it looks like, let's get the actors in" and they got the actors in and got to the blocking for the kiss and everyone was like "hey this is a bit awkward but we'll muscle through" - cause that awkwardness fits the character arcs.

but it's not actually all that easy turning all the way to one side to kiss someone without moving where your legs are! it's weird! it's an awkward angle! - or more accurately, it's the angle that two people would kiss at if it was a very impulsive, awkward surprise; or if your two lead actors are very good friends faced with playing lovers for the first time and not sure what to feel about that (we've all been there) - there's reticence, but it fits the scene so it's fine.

(Lucius and Pete and Olu and Jim also have moments of intimacy, which for the most part are fine, and I suspect that's a combo of a) their staging is SO MUCH BETTER, b) character choices, c) different directors and d) less of that "OMG WE'RE PLAYING LOVERS NOW" anxiety)

~~onto season 2~~

for the record, intimacy direction isn't just for kissing/sex scenes, ICs can come in for intimacy building exercises and additional blocking, as well as things like nudity, childbirth or any similar sensitive work, but I'm going to be talking mostly about kisses in this. anyway!

Beautiful! Kind, lovely, tender! The backdrop is super nice too. Honestly, the Lucius/Pete stuff has really been so nice all the way along; that's great casting! Especially in S2E5, everything reads as very earnest and space is used very well.

Archie and Jim. Now, we don't have anything to compare it to from S1, but I'm flagging it cause yeah, they definitely have similar staging to Ed/Stede from S1E09. I would say there's a much better range of movement in this one, likely because they're sitting on the floor, braced against the bed, so they can compensate for the weird angle better than E/S could. This might come off as a lil rude but it's also more likely that these two actors are slightly more flexible and can make this staging work better than Taika and Rhys.

Cannot for the LIFE OF ME find a gif of their hug, but they have fantastic chemistry! despite only showing up for like 2/3s of one episode. I've seen people whining about how they absolutely should have kissed - and you know what, I would have liked that too!

however, I suspect that what happened here was that one or both of the actors didn't want to kiss on screen, and voiced their objections to the IC, who found a work around. It was likely not cause of any kind of ill will or homophobia, for the record - sometimes you just don't want to kiss people. Maybe you're sick, maybe you're feeling weird, maybe you're just not in the right headspace, but a kiss might be off the cards that day.

This is behaviour we want to encourage, btw. The goal is to ensure that actors feel comfortable and that the shot isn't be all end all. I've done something very similar, we had 20 mins to get the blocking done and the actors weren't at a point where kissing felt comfy, so we did a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

it is better that the actors are comfortable than your ship is fulfilled.

Hey yknow what I was saying about how ICs aren't just used for blocking, they're used for chemistry building? That's what they've HIT ON HERE. This is genuinely a very lovely kiss. It's deeply appropriate for the characters, and it's private and simple. things get a little more raunchy, and hands start moving, but then it's stopped, for a narrative reason, and the chemistry remains with the hand hold. It's really very nice, well blocked and well performed. the hand placement! the tenderness! it's great. there's none of that s1 reticence, whether that was from characters or actors.

I think the intimacy work, much like the writing and the characterisation is much, much stronger in this season, and that's to the show's benefit. I know we're only halfway through, but I'm thoroughly interested to see where things go in the remaining episodes. I will update this post if anything exciting crops up in the final five.

and this is why you need to hire ICs! they make life easier for actors, directors and crew alike!!

#our flag means death #ofmd #intimacy coordinator #ed teach #stede bonnet #intimacy direction #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Chapter 25

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The shock did not go away. If anything, it packed its bags and moved into your home.

You stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom dressed in only your bra and underwear. Law stood behind you, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. The air in the room was stifling as you gazed at the bump that had already started showing in your belly.

You had an approximate due date. May 22nd.

You were officially, according to your implantation date and calculations done by Robin, on your ninth week of pregnancy. Your hCG levels in each blood test had increased as expected, and your babies had heartbeats.

Your babies. Plural.

Your symptoms were exacerbated by the fact that you had not one, but two embryos inside you. Breast tenderness, backaches, nausea, dizziness, the whole nine yards.

Though, if you were being fair to yourself, your dizziness could easily have been a side effect of being labeled as ‘extremely high risk.’ Due to your history, and now due to being pregnant with multiples, you were given strict instructions to be much more present at your doctor’s office. You were given prenatal vitamins to begin taking daily every single morning. You were given foods to avoid in order to lower your risk of developing gestational diabetes. You were also given foods more encouraged to eat. Raise your blood iron. Raise your sodium, but not too much. Eat an increase of around 1000 calories a day to support the growth of two placentas and two babies. Watch out for spotting, bleeding, pelvic pain, irregular bowel movements. Watch out for headaches and weight gain or discolored urine, you might die. Keep an eye on your mental health, what stresses you, stresses the babies. But mostly, be excited!

Yeah, right.

Your hand traced the small bump in your belly.

“You know…” you began, making Law perk his head up to listen to you. “I always thought that seeing a baby bump would be the most exciting moment of my life… but I’ve never been more scared. Ever.”

Law approached you from behind, wrapping his hands around your bare waist and resting his chin on the crown of your head. His scent enveloped you like a blanket, instantly warming your skin and calming your heightened nerves. One of his hands traveled down the skin of your abdomen, resting on top of where yours lay above your uterus.

“I can’t lie to you… I am, too,” he added, his voice heavy with thought.

“Am I a bad person for not being excited?” you asked, your voice surprisingly stable despite the racing heart in your chest. “I mean, I am excited. So far their hearts are still beating… but…”

“You’re not a bad person at all,” replied your husband, planting a kiss to the back of your head. “It’s perfectly rational that you feel scared.”

“Terrified…” you clarified for the both of you. “I feel terrified.”

You and Law made eye contact in the mirror. The way he had his arms wrapped around you reminded you of a security blanket given to trauma victims in an ambulance. The thought made a wry smile break out onto your lips, making your husband cock an eyebrow.

“What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?” he asked with a slight upward turn to the corner of his mouth.

You mustered out a dry chuckle. “You’re my trauma victim security blanket.”

The randomness of your sentence made Law’s shoulders bounce slightly as he laughed, holding you closer to him. “I know it’s really hard for you to do so, but I think we should both try as hard as we can to think positively. It’ll probably be healthier for you.”

You looked up at him, a smirk dancing over your face. “That sounds crazy coming from you.”

You yelped in surprise as Law scooped you into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom before plopping you down on your mattress, him sprawling out beside you. “What was that for?”

“So you wouldn’t stress yourself out in the mirror,” he replied, his voice hoarse yet tender as he stared at you from his pillow. “I’m being serious, though. I know the stakes are high, but there’s gotta be things we can think about to prevent you from getting stressed.”

You turned your body to lay on your back, lacing your hand with his as you stared at your ceiling. “Any examples?”

Law hummed in thought, glancing around the room. His eyes landed on your framed, signed Sora poster. The frame had a very small crack in it from being moved out of your sophomore year dorm room, but the poster inside was still in perfect condition. “Think about our kids watching Sora. Maybe we can dress them up as Sora and Stealth Black for Halloween.”

The tender thought almost immediately made you smile. Your mind flooded with even more thoughts of Law as a dad, tailoring Halloween costumes for his kids and making them feel perfect. Your thoughts of Law with one baby had now evolved into thoughts of him with two, rocking two armfuls of swaddled infants to sleep, kissing their little foreheads, pushing them in a double stroller. Your eyes began to well with tears which you quickly blinked away, choosing instead to push yourself up and roll over, hooking one of your legs in between Law’s and laying across his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, tracing invisible patterns into the skin of your back.

“I get really happy thinking about you as a dad,” you sighed. “You’re gonna be so amazing.”

Law chuckled, his chest rumbling. “That’s the kind of positivity I’m talking about.”

You giggled. “I mean it, though. Remember before we got married and you said you were so scared to have kids one day? Because you didn’t want them to go through what we had?”

His face fell slightly, recalling the memory. He was still in the middle of his residency program, and you were jumping job to job with random, unstable freelance gigs. It wasn’t the instability of your lives that made him weary, however. Rather, it was the looming anxiety that everything good in Law’s life would someday be snatched away from him. And that had happened to you, twice.

But when he stepped back and thought about the broader picture, it got easier for him to see clearly. How you put up with his shitty attitude when you first met. How quickly you opened yourself up to him, exposing your deepest fears and troubles and being patient with him when he struggled to reveal his own worries to you. How you told him you loved him after only five months, terrified that you were going to scare him off, and all he could do in response was give you the most awkward, inexperienced kiss you had probably ever received. And you stayed by his side even when it took him almost a full year to say those three little words back.

You brushed your fingers along Law’s cheek, tracing the soft hair of his sideburns before hooking around his head and burying into the fluffy black wisps behind his ear. You pressed a smattering of kisses across his jaw and cheekbones, over his nose and finally on his lips. “When I think about positive things, I think of you.”

Law’s lips broke into a wide smile, the kind of smile he only ever showed you. The kind of smile that wrinkled the skin around his eyes and revealed the single small dimple he had on his right cheek.

A sudden ringing from his phone on the bedside table startled the two of you out of your lovestruck daze. With a grumble, he reached over and grabbed the device, you rolling off of him and sitting criss-cross on your side of the bed. He tapped the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear. You could just barely make out the words spoken on the other end. After a brief goodbye, Law hung up the call and uttered a heavy sigh before standing up and grabbing his uniform coat.

“Emergency surgery?” you asked. You were only slightly disappointed with the interruption of your intimate moment, but it was nothing you weren’t already used to.

He nodded with a frown before walking back over to you and stealing a quick kiss from your lips. “Patient just came into the ED with a STEMI. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry about me, go save the world,” you said with a smile. He tossed you a somber grin as he stepped into his shoes, grabbed his work bag, and booked it out the door. Living two minutes away from the hospital by car definitely had its perks.

You were surrounded by silence in your apartment when the front door was closed behind your husband. With a sigh, you stood from the bed and paced toward Law’s wardrobe, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out one of his old sweatshirts. It had a custom design on the front of it, one that he also had tattooed on his back. His living situation after he lost his biological family wasn’t ideal, but the little ways he held onto the memory of his adoptive father always brought a smile to your face. You pulled the hoodie over you, taking off your bra underneath it and throwing it onto the end of your mattress, tiredly rubbing your sore breasts underneath the soft cotton of his shirt. You turned around to face the rest of your bedroom.

The pregnancy journal that you barely started writing in was placed on top of Law’s desk. With a deep breath, you grabbed the book, a pen, and a roll of white-out tape and proceeded to your couch in the living room.

You smiled at the sight of Bepo, stomach completely upward facing and paws outstretched as he snoozed away on his dog bed. You had a feeling Bepo was going to be an absolutely incredible big brother.

You leaned against a pillow rested along the arm of the couch and propped up your knees to place the book on your thighs. You finally mustered up your anxieties and opened the cover.

“Nothing but positivity,” you muttered to yourself. You uncapped the pen and started writing.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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Turmoil and Tenderness

Masterlist

Imagine pt.5

This morning, chaos reigned in the school. Nanami mentioned that you had fainted, yet the most frantic individual here was Gojo. Of course, who else? He has always been a drama queen.

After a long conversation with Yaga and fooling Gakuganji at the entrance, he hurried to the hospital with Shoko, leaving Geto behind without a word. Poor that man; now he had a consequence if Yaga asked about Shoko and Gojo's absence.

Gojo even left his phone in class and forgot to put on his shoes—what a scatterbrain!

Everything that unfolded was a consequence of your decision to run through the rain with Gojo to buy snacks and ice cream, ignoring Geto's warnings. Geto has probably had enough with you two.

But how could you tell? You can't change everything; you can't walk back to the past and fix anything. Because it was too late.

After locating your room, Gojo's booming voice rattled the door, drawing annoyed glances from the nurse and doctor due to its volume.

As he checked your condition, his hands roamed over every inch of your body, causing a little embarrassment as he grazed sensitive areas. His obliviousness to this fact highlighted his occasional stupidity, leaving you pondering whether he was truly innocent or simply dense.

"You're warm," he murmured, pressing his cheek against yours and then caressing them.

You can observe the worry etched on his face, despite his efforts to conceal it with a smile and loud chatter. Yet a hint of concern still lingers in his eyes.

"Naturally, I am, Gojo-kun."

"If Nanami hadn't found you in time, you might have drowned."

Indeed, you would nearly fall into the fish pond if Nanami hadn't found you. Fortunately, you were light enough to be carried, not as hefty as a sack of wheat.

"Gojo-kun," a chilly whisper cut through the silence.

"Yes?"

"You're... heavy. You're so heavy."

"Ah, my apologies."

Clearly, isn't it obvious? He leaned against your chest casually, like a newborn baby in a mother's embrace, seeking comfort from your sweet body while checking your heartbeat.

Could he feel the warmth emanating from your chest? Maybe. Did he find it comforting? No need to ask.

As Gojo shifted slightly, his gaze fell upon your disheveled visage, flushed like a crab, eyes watery with distress. In his eyes, you appeared vulnerable, so fragile like flowers—beautiful indeed.

"I find you endearing when you're like this, so fragile, like a flower," he remarked, his fingers grazing your cheeks as he chuckled.

"How amusing, Mr. Gojo."

Both of you chuckled, though you struggled to breathe. Yet, witnessing Gojo's concern for you left you engulfed in an odd sense of awkwardness, a feeling you couldn't quite shake off.

Remaining in his position, Gojo whispered, "They say, when we're this close, we might have been soulmates in a past life."

You laughed. "Soulmates in foolishness, perhaps. But what do you mean by 'close'?" You teased him, which left him flustered.

Amidst his laughter, Gojo turned away, hiding his shyness momentarily. "Speaking of faces, aren't we somewhat similar? Both of us are rather attractive; wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you stupid? Shut up. I don't want to hear you boast about your looks."

Gojo snapped his fingers, his laughter echoing. "How cruel. These lips of mine could make you melt with my kiss, you know."

"Oh, really?"

Silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the patter of raindrops and Shoko's laughter in the background.

"Hey..."

"What is it now, Gojo-kun?"

He leaned in closer, his forehead touching yours and his hand caressing your shoulder, before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "The medicine hasn't taken effect yet."

A mischievous smirk played on his lips; he loved teasing you, finding joy in making you blush or flustered with his prank. Strangely, you found yourself enjoying his playful demeanor, willingly becoming his target.

"Do you think medicine works like WiFi? Get off my face!"

"But you seem to enjoy my kisses, don't you? How about I try your lips next?"

"I'm not enjoying your kisses; I just—I can do nothing this time."

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader fluff #jjk fluff #gojo jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru

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pikaflute · 8 months

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This post contains spoilers for Army of the Doomstar, and also screencaps from the movie under the read more. This post is just about Nathan and Pickles by the way.

Okay let's talk about Nickles is real. I said in an earlier post that Charles directly tells Pickles to be Nathan's friend. Nathan at this point is afraid. He's got....a lot going on after being recently hospitalized due to exhaustion, coupled with the trauma of being the only one who remembers Requiem and having to be put on Xanax (possibly for anxiety). So now more than ever Nathan needs support. He needs his band. He needs a friend. He needs....well Pickles.

Obviously Pickles is already Nathan's friend. His best friend even. Despite all of Season 4, Pickles still cares a lot about Nathan. Even during this conversation with Charles he's like 'that's all?'. He's already doing that. Pickles throughout this movie is the one character trying his hardest to be there for Nathan. Calling him buddy, being supporting of him during the training, keeping an eye on him, doing everything he can to make sure Nathan is alright to not only write the song to save the world but just in general. Nathan needs it.

It also is worth mentioning that Charles probably chose Pickles for that exact reason. He probably knew he didn't need to tell him to be Nathan's friend either. No other member of Dethklok would've been as close to Nathan as Nathan is with Pickles. His drummer.

When they're with Knubbler, he calls them both the dad (nathan) and the mom (pickles). Why did he do this. I know why but. Humor me. By the way Pickles really leans into the mom role in this. This is a real line said in the movie:

Anyway during the scene after Murderface's exorcism, Nathan blames himself for fucking up the song of salvation. And then Pickles slaps him. When Nathan says "Everyone abandoned me" Pickles tells him:

Pickles knows! He experienced it! Nathan pushed him away and didn't tell him about the whale in Season 4 which caused the initial fight in the season. Coupled along with Nathan's attraction towards Abigail, Pickles knows first hand how Nathan pushes people out and shuts down when things happen to him. Now he's doing it again. He's shut out his band, he "broke up" with the fans due to his own issues, and with Abigail he couldn't let his own feelings be pushed aside and listen to hers.

Sure. It looks like slapping him isn't the best way to get through to him, but, Pickles knows Nathan. This is being his friend. Nathan is stubborn. He doesn't listen. This is how it's gonna get through to Nathan that, hey dipshit, you're not alone. You have others. You have me. (In fact. It's how Nathan go to Pickles in Fatherklok if you remember that correctly.) Nathan realizing he wants everyone to come back to help him is also somewhat similar to his apology to Pickles to come back at the end of Season 4. But that's just be tinhatting.

Also during this Murderface goes "this is weird." He doesn't like seeing mom and dad fight.

Later. Before they perform the song of salvation: this happens. With Nathan calling Pickles the best mother (fucker. Motherfucker.)

If this line isn't a metaphor for "I love you" than I'm going to play in traffic. The emphasis on the you in Nathan's line. I'll blow up.

Later on when they get kidnapped by Salacia and are essentially given their last meals, Pickles' orders Nathan's, further cementing how they're friends. A lead singer and his drummer.

why are you looking at a another man like that. HUH

Also Pickles touches Nathan like a lot this movie.

DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN.

THE TENDER TOUCH. THE CARESS. MAN WHEN I SAW THIS I HAD TO GO TAKE A LAP AROUND MY HOUSE. I GOT SO EMOTIONAL AND PISSED. MAN. MAAAAAN.

This movie nails their relationship. How Nathan acts because of his role on the metalocalypse. How he handles his emotions. How the band handles their emotions. How Nathan and Pickles' friendship still is strong despite everything that happened to them. How Pickles is the one to snap Nathan to his senses and act like a real friend to Nathan; one he really needed. This movie is amazing and I cried like a baby.

Anyway this was Pickles in AOTD

And this was Nathan

Run me a check for nickles screenwriting credits Brendon. I'll be expecting it in my inbox by the end of the week.

#metalocalypse #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #aotd spoilers #aotdspoilers #mtl spoilers #army of the doomstar

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jaylleoo14 · 4 months

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I like to think that Jade give the best hugs

Like it would be the type of hugs where you just melt because they are so tender and the feeling of his toned arms wrapping around you so protectively, it makes you feel so safe. Floyd definitely of course gives good hugs too but theres just something about Jades hugs that would hit so... Different. And its the fact that Jade isn't often seen to receive or give out any sort of physical affection in a genuine manner. So when he goes in to give you that hug its so comfortable and soft that you just want to stay in his arms forever. It catches you off guard but here you are enjoying it. GIVE THIS MAN THE HUGS HE DESERVES AND CRAVES FOR!!!! You know that one scene in Rapunzel where Flynn goes in to hug Rapunzel after finding out that he was alive and fine? Yea, thats what I imagine his hugs to be like. Just taking it all in, the feeling of your body against his, the heat radiating off of each other, your scents mingled and intertwined, his arms around you while you wrapped around his. It would be so much more romantical in his eel form too because then he could really give you a wrap with his tail. He's so cold though, you'd be like his little human heat pack body pillow to sleep and hug with. I feel like with his body around you though despite how cold it would be it would still be comfortable, the closest I can describe it is like think of a weighted blanket.

#jellorambles #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech twst #jade leech x reader #I love but hate him at the same time #jhduhuirheir but jade hugs........#I want a hug from him now :(#kissing him all over #all the little marks and patterns on his body I would kiss #I bet when he blushes he's also a little bioluminescent so he'd glow a little #twst fluff

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dokk-fukuro · 9 months

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Your relationship with fem reader for Akutagawa plz

Minors DNI

TW: SMUT, sweet Ryunosuke (oh my...), afab reader, mentioned of using abilities

Ryunosuke as your friend:

Your relationship is weird, although that's not a word that could easily describe the emotional swing he gives you every time. Akutagawa is a difficult person with a difficult character, so you just need to get used to it and accept it as a fact;

Friendly and comradely relations are of little interest to him, since Ryunosuke understands that with his lung disease he will not live long, therefore making friends, in his humble opinion, does not make sense;

For this reason, both of you are helped by his sister, who begins to spend more time with you. And then, after a while, he starts to connect the elder Akutagawa to your walks;

At first, Ryunosuke spent time with you because that was his sister's desire, and he would never cross her, but after that, the young man began to understand that he liked your company … in a way;

Afraid to open up to you, because the thought that you will leave him alone when you find out what kind of person he is is frightening. Plus, the past in the form of a reminder of dead friends always follows on the heels, so Akutagawa tries to do everything so that you are as far away as possible from the Port Mafia;

Ryunosuke as your boyfriend:

To fall in love. Akutagawa always laughed at the "idiots" who become attached to someone and feel mutual sympathy, somewhere deep inside envying them. And then you appear in his life;

At first, Ryunosuke avoids you as much as he can when he realizes that he has fallen in love. So that he, the one who is almost called a demon, fell in love with someone? This is inconceivable! Feelings are a sign of weakness. But his only weakness really is you;

Akutagawa has absolutely no experience in relationships, so he can be awkward when no one sees you, embarrassed when you are very close to him;

His palms get sweaty when he's nervous, which is why he never takes your hand himself. He's a bit ashamed;

Possessive. Very. Much. If you told him that you love him, it means that you should be there for him and not exchange pleasantries with any of the other guys. This concerns people from the Port Mafia first of all;

Despite his rudeness in communication and demeanor, in bed, Ryunosuke, surprisingly, demonstrates an uncharacteristic tenderness;

By inviting him to visit you, you did not mean that you would lie under Akutagawa in only your underwear, while he still awkwardly pokes yours with dry lips from excitement. It is unusual for him to feel someone's cautious touches on himself, it is unusual that someone other than his sister takes care of him. It's unusual to him to be loved.

“Are you sure?" The brunette clarifies when you suggest that he use Rashomon on you to fix your hands in one position. Ryunosuke is more than certain that his ability can only bring pain, death, and suffering. Rashomon is not intended for anything else, however, the young man meets your gaze full of confidence. You trust him, you trust that he will not blunder. Akutagawa feels like there isn't enough room in his chest for his heart to swell at the mere sight of you.

With uncharacteristic tenderness, Akutagawa kisses your cheeks, where a blush shows through, and long flaps of fabric protrude from his white shirt, which wrap around your wrists, pressing them to the mattress. And this is really very convenient. At least Ryunosuke has both of his hands free so he can pull off your soaking wet underwear, and then pull off his pants along with his underpants.

The room fills with your synchronized moan as Akutagawa enters inside you in one fluid motion. It's too tight and hot inside of you to not go crazy with the sensations, but the brunette pulls himself together and begins to slowly move inside you.

Not used to accepting gifts, but when you insist Akutagawa just can't say "No";

Does not like to show the status of your relationship, believing that it is wrong and entails risks for you and him. He won't survive your loss.

You and Dazai are the only two people he wants praise from. Just pat him on the head, cuddle him and tell him how well he is doing. He needs it, even if Ryunosuke is used to denying it;

#my writing #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #smut #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa bsd #akutagawa smut

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Optimus and his Ragtag Family

The dad instincts are strong in Optimus, he really can't help it. Going to earth has not made it any better.

Bumblebee

Bumblebee was the first to be spontaneously adopted by Optimus. He was and always will be Optimus precious little ray of sunshine. However Bee isn't a little sparkling any more, a fact that became far more apparent to the Prime after their arrival to earth. It's not necessarily a bad thing, in fact Optimus is very proud of his firstborn. Seeing Bee come into his own as an adult and a leader brings Optimus great joy. But that doesn't change the fact that his little one isn't all that little anymore, giving his parental coding the chance to make a reappearance.

Of course he still gets opportunities to love his precious sparkling. He often gives Bee small tender touches and hugs when there aren't too many optics watching. And he always is there to comfort and advise Bee, taking care to ensure his firstborn always feels loved. And while the opportunities are few and far between he will do his best to spend time with his youngling when possible.

Despite all that Optimus has begun to feel the inklings of emptiness in his spark, almost as though something he had no idea was vital is missing. He wants to protect, to teach, to provide, and Bee is simply too old for Optimus to do many of those things for him in the capacity he did before.

Bumblebee, while still relying on Optimus on occasion, has begun to fend for himself, stepping into the realm of adulthood and leaving his childish connections behind. As such Optimus has turned to his team and the younglings with them to satisfy his desire to dote on someone.

Ratchet

While their relationship is more of a bond between friends than anything else, Optimus still dotes on Ratchet in typical older sibling fashion. He can be a bit overbearing at times but generally Optimus is just a very concerned friend and brother figure. And despite being the worst at caring for himself, Optimus is incredibly devoted when it comes to taking care of everyone else, especially Ratchet.

Optimus will check on Ratchet regularly, usually he just hangs around in the doorway for a moment until he confirms weather or not Ratchet has moved since his last check in. If Ratchet has not moved or looks a little unsteady, Optimus will drop in and silently slide over some energon or depending on the situation, maneuver Ratchet away from his project and to his berth for some well earned recharge.

On days where Ratchet refuses his more subtle efforts, Optimus will go full on big bro mode and pull out some tricks from his time as Orion. Generally in such instances Optimus will make himself enough of a nuisance for Ratchet to throw in the towel and take care of himself. He does this in numerous ways, ranging from purposefully moving Ratchet's tools to strange locations to consistently poking at him and being a smart alec until Ratchet gets tired of him.

Optimus always feels a little bad after such days and does his best to make it up to Ratchet later by leaving a treat or apology note at his station.

Arcee

Arcee can be prickly at times, as such it is a bit difficult for Optimus to figure out just where he stands outside of the role of Commanding Officer. He tends to act like a mix between a father figure and a concerned elderly neighbor around her as he is not sure what she would find acceptable. Thankfully she has yet to comment on his behavior, so Optimus has taken to assuming she is alright with his choice of persona.

As his relationship with her is rather unclear, he tends to dote on her in indirect ways. Things like leaving her little gifts, notes, and treats are common ways for him to take care of her. He will also simply sit beside her and offer his silent companionship when she is having a bad day. She has yet to reject him whenever he plops down next to her with an embroidery kit or a ball of yarn with knitting needles. Some days she will join him in his activity, other times she won't, either way, it doesn't bother Optimus.

Other times when Optimus is feeling a little more bold or Arcee is having a particularly bad bout of PTSD, he will give her hugs. On such occasions she always melts into his hold, sometimes crying against him and other times simply enjoying the feeling of being held. There are even times when she falls into recharge while he cradles her like he would a sparkling. His spark never ceases to flutter in fatherly joy when it happens. The fact that Arcee trusts him enough to fall into recharge in his embrace is something he cherishes.

Bulkhead & Wheeljack

Bulkhead and Wheeljack might as well be overgrown sparklings considering the way they act. With this in mind, Optimus often ends up taking a fatherly role when they require some comfort or discipline. It's not even intentional half the time, Optimus just has a lot of experience handling sparklings and seeing the behavior of Bulkhead and Wheeljack prompts his long since automated parental responses.

Wheeljack gets sent out to his ship or to his berthroom when he gets too rowdy or narrowly avoids a tool tossed by Ratchet. Bulkhead receives similar treatment when he acts up, often being assigned some dull desk work or being sent to his berthroom as well. Optimus does what he can to not make his treatment scream "punishing a misbehaving sparkling" but sometimes it can't really be hidden. His disappointed dad voice and his no-nonsense servos on the hips give him away when his persona of a stern commander slips.

However its not all punishment from him. When Wheeljack is struggling with some scientific endeavor Optimus will step up and offer his knowledge from his time as Orion Pax. Optimus always tells himself that he does this to keep Wheeljack from going too far. However this tends to backfire as Optimus has always been a sucker for science and always gets super into whatever Wheeljack is working on. Their combined intellect and interest often ends with an explosion of sorts, much to Ratchet's irritation.

As for Bulkhead, Optimus likes to assist when he can, and in most cases that means having to help the ex-wrecker figure out the meaning behind human slang and customs. As he was once an Archivist and student of Alpha Trion, obtaining the data is easy, however figuring it out is far more troubling. Bulkhead and Optimus can spend hours deciphering things on the internet if left uninterrupted. And usually when they walk away both are left a little out of it for a while. All in all, it is some quality not quite father-son bonding time.

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus holds the unofficial title of Optimus's bonded brother. There are multiple reasons for this, partially it is due to the fact that Optimus trained him personally, but also because both are practically attached at the hip when they are together. Optimus leads and Ultra Magnus gets everyone lined up behind him. Optimus stands as a shining beacon representing the pinnacle of Cybertronian kind, a paragon of justice and wisdom. And in order to preserve this image, Ultra Magnus deals with the less savory things involved in both political and literal warfare.

They fit together perfectly, supporting each other and making up for the other's weaknesses. Their bond is both old and strong, forged through the flames of war and tempered by long years of strife. Due to this, Optimus has developed a unique method of caring for his brother in all but CNA.

They need no words most of the time. When Ultra Magnus is angry, Optimus takes him out for a spar in order to cool down. When he is unsettled or emotionally shaken, Optimus will sit beside him and converse about trivial things, holding his brother's servo to comfort him. And when he is injured, Optimus will stay at his side, offering his companionship and support, wiping away stray tears, and giving Ultra Magnus comforting touches.

Their bond is quiet, one that goes nearly completely unnoticed, however they are still brothers, even if no one else sees it.

Smokescreen

It really was unintentional on Optimus's part, but a youngling left unattended was simply too much for his parental drives and he gave in nearly immediately. Before anyone on the team could even finish getting used to Smokescreen's presence, he was already on the receiving end of Optimus's doting.

Smokescreen has 0 issues with his new unofficial father-son arrangement. Outside of his fanboy reasons for being excited about the arrangement, he also doesn't have many memories of his previous caretakers, the war took them early and he was drafted into the army soon after. Having someone who genuinely cares for and loves him is something he didn't know he needed and now can't live without. He is by far one of the most receptive to Optimus's affections.

Smokescreen leaps at every opportunity to be close to Optimus. He will take every offered hug and touch with exuberance and adores receiving head pats. He positively beams whenever the Prime tells him stories and gives him lessons in history. And whenever he feels down he always goes to Optimus with his arms open, eager for comfort.

Optimus, in light of Bumblebee's increasing maturity and independence, adores Smokescreen's openly childlike behavior when off duty. It brings back memories of when Bee was little and would look to him for guidance at every moment. Teaching and caring for Smokescreen brings Optimus joy he thought would fade with Bumblebee's rise into adulthood.

Both he and Smokescreen relish in the affection they receive from each other.

The Human Kiddos

Never in Optimus's functioning did he ever think he would ever get attached to an organic, much less develop an unnatural bond with three of them. It is an odd thing to say the least, having his parental coding insist that the human children are obviously his sparklings and that he should be treating them as such can be rather off-putting. However Optimus has experienced a great deal of strange things over the course of his long life, and quickly took the development in stride.

It can be a little difficult for Optimus to adjust his behavior to match his newest charges needs though. His coding tells him that the human children are sickly or disabled sparklings. This often drives him to constantly worry about them and want nothing more than for Primus to wrap them up in living metal so as to keep them safe. This particular mindset becomes especially evident with Rafael.

Rafael is the smallest of the human children, and thus quickly took up a place in Optimus's mind as the runt of the litter due to both his size and his apparent disablement because of his need for glasses. As such Optimus feels the need to take extra care of Rafael, carefully intervening in any situation that is marginally dangerous for the child and taking the time to learn his preferences and interests. Not only that, but he regularly finds himself humming at a frequency too high for human ears but very clearly meant to comfort a young sparkling to any bots in the area.

Outside of Optimus overprotectiveness, he and Raf bond over their love of language and regularly have discussions on the subject. And when Optimus has time he often tries his hardest to help Raf learn Cybertronian speech. It hurts his spark to see Raf struggle with the sounds as he does not have the correct vocal ability, Optimus's coding always telling him that his sparkling is damaged and in need of medical attention. He tries to push those feelings aside and instead tries to focus on feeling proud of Raf for managing the few words he can vocalize.

Optimus has since given Raf a Cybertronian name, referring to him as 'Bright-Sparked-Child-of-Terra' in Cybertronian when it is just him and the human children.

As for Miko, Optimus's coding insists that she was meant for the skies, a born flier despite her organic form. This influences his actions as he often puts her on his shoulder and and lets her observe the world around her as he would with a flight gifted sparkling. He also finds himself constantly ushering her away from tall ledges and places. Her organic armor being too soft to survive any attempts at flight and her small body having no wings so to speak of.

It is another thing that makes his spark clench. He knows she is human, but deep down he believes that if she were born of Primus she would soar with the skies as her kingdom. He does his best to sooth his own aching spark and Miko's own desire to experience the thrill of the air by taking her out for drives at his top speed. They bond over the excitement and the chance to let loose, Miko always returns to base cheerful afterwards.

She too was given a name. Optimus calls her 'Mistress-of-the-Terran-Skies', a name that comes out like a song when he speaks it.

Lastly there is Jack, the child who reminds Optimus of himself from his days as Orion. He can tell Jack is hurting, still suffering from old wounds and the combined stress of keeping his friends out of trouble and their repeated encounters with Decepticons. To Optimus he seems to be like one of the many sparklings left orphaned and traumatized during the height of the war. This too causes Optimus's spark to ache, no child should look like that.

As such Jack receives special care from Optimus, who approaches him as one would a stray cybercat. Slowly, and over a great length of time he allowed Jack to warm up to him, starting with comforting words and eventually leading the human child to sleep against Optimus's pede or shoulder. He is fond of telling Jack stories fit for sparklings when the boy is particularly tired, often tucking him in afterwards as best he can with servos as large as his.

His coding tells him that if Jack were created Cybertronian he would certainly be a great mech, his spirit and drive while subdued, tell him this. As such Optimus has given Jack the name 'Little-Light-of-Terra'.

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marveloustimestwo · 10 months

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hi, i love your work

can i ask for yandere peter parker that asks the reader to fake dating him so he can get mj jealous but he end up falling for the reader.

Hi! I'm happy you love my work! It's been a while since I've written for Peter, so thanks for sending something in :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, fake dating

Now, usually, I wouldn't see Peter resorting to stuff like fake dating unless absolutely necessary. He's a sweet boy; he doesn't like leading people on or tricking them.

But after a while of crushing on MJ (Just crushing, not obsessing, as Peter also isn't the type to jump from obsession to obsession), he would eventually get desperate

It wouldn't initially be his idea to start fake dating someone to get MJ's attention. Either he'd hear about it from someone else or you'd be the one to propose it.

Either way, Peter would only do it if you're fully in and ready to sell it. It would be even better if you also benefit from this in some way. Like you're also trying to get someone's attention or make an ex jealous.

Once you fully agree to the deal, Peter would be pretty awkward. He's never been in a relationship before. Even if this one is fake, he knows he has to make it look real, which means he's going all out o he can make MJ jealous.

At least, he's trying to. If you initiate any sort of affection, he's blushing up a storm, especially if you outright kiss him. On the cheek, hand, lips, doesn't matter, he turns beet red and refuses to make eye contact.

It's not that he doesn't like it. As time goes on, he really, really starts to like it. He's just shy. Once he gets to be a bit more comfortable, he'll also start to initiate affection, but after a while, it becomes less about making MJ jealous and more so about feeling your skin on his in some way.

Peter does try to take you out on dates. In the beginning, it was small things that were in MJ's eyesight. Stuff like eating lunch together with just the two of you at school or studying together while in class.

This also means that you two would end up spending time together outside of school as well. A lot of the time, it's you and Peter hanging out with MJ and Ned, and he makes sure to hold your hand and pull you to him to show off.

But at some point, you guys are left alone because MJ and Ned want to give you time to do whatever couples do.

And Peter thinks you might as well watch a movie or something. You guys are alone sure, and MJ probably thinks you guys are kissing. But you aren't so you might as well watch Star Wars :D

After spending so much time with each other and getting to know you, it's no wonder Peter's affections end up with you.

MJ's not showing any signs of jealousy. In fact, she'd shown nothing but happiness for you two and had actually shown some interest in Brad, which meant this whole operation was a bust, at least on Peter's part.

He should've been heartbroken that MJ still wasn't interested despite all his hard work, but he honestly couldn't care less.

The longer this went on, the more obsessed in love with you he felt. He went out of his way to kiss you, hold your hand, and spend time with you all out of MJ's eyesight. He loved spending time with you.

It's only when the object of your interests brutally rejects you that Peter swoops in to comfort you.

He hates how such a rejection made you feel, but at least you're seeking comfort from him of all people.

Now that both of you're intended targets are clearly not interested, he finds it easy to suggest that you just drop the whole "fake" part of your relationship. Everyone else thinks you're actually dating, so why not make it real?

And it feels like a good idea to agree. Peter looks and sounds so genuine about he's fallen in love with you over the course of the plan. He's treated you with nothing but kindness and tenderness.

Now, he feels like a much better option than the person who so cruelly rejected you, and Peter will never let you find out he was the one who tormented them into doing so.

#yandere #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere peter parker #yandere spiderman

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 months

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Request: I don't really know where to request stuff, but what about Zib x Nervous Reader? Like how a slow-burn romance would go, how Zib would feel and how he would treat them, romantic gestures, and comfort.

Unsurprisingly, it can be a little hard to get to know Zib. Sarcastic, blunt, and usually under the influence, Zib isn't exactly the most approachable member of the Lackadaisy crew. That doesn't mean he isn't friendly, not by any means. In fact, he's one of the most level-headed, caring people in the bunch. He's just learned to hide it a bit. Tender hearts often go sour in this business. A bit of courage and effort goes a long way with Zib.

Although if you're part of the crew, there's a decent enough chance he'll warm up to you on his own, too. If Mitzi thinks you're good enough to add to the family, then he won't question it too much. Although he can't help but wonder what it is you do, considering your skittish demeanor. It's part of what draws him closer -- part of him likes the mystery. But truthfully, the other part of him mistakes your nervousness for naivety, and there's a quiet voice within him that doesn't want that kindness to go out. It's a shitty life they run -- you should be able to keep your light.

When Zib cares for you, it's obvious, yet subtle to outsiders. He keeps an eye on you in the bar, stays close to you when walking down the streets. He's also more lax with his affections, leaning on you a bit more, both physically and emotionally. But you know he's invested when he really starts to speak. Not quips, not sardonic interjections or jokes, but actually talking to you. He's a deep thinker, and not just because of the booze. He's well-read, and deeply intelligent. If you can get him to talk about his favorite books, or his music, or even philosophy… it should be taken as a point of pride.

Actually falling in love with Zib is a gradual process, though. One of those romances where you wake up, and suddenly you realize you've been married for the past 7 years.

He doesn't believe in hard-and-fast traditions like his parents did, but his quiet attempts to grow closer really stand out considering how well you know him at this point. He leaves little room for worry or question, and yet, it rarely feels overwhelming. He's casual, yet straightforward. And damn if it doesn't make your heart flutter.

The brush of a hand, a pointed glance during a slow set, honeyed words spoken effortlessly yet earnestly… If he didn't have a warrant out for his arrest, he'd be the type to serenade you from your balcony. Maybe he would have, had you met when you were younger.

(Some nights, when he's lain up in bed in a drunken stupor, he imagines that exact scenario. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him soft.)

Despite what some may think, Zib is a very devout romantic. If he had the funds, he'd love to treat you to a night out, like all the wild records sing of. Good food and good music were two of the things that kept Zib going for a long time, even if only one of those things are still within his means. But, as a self-proclaimed nomad, his greatest wish would be to travel the world with you. There's so much to see and experience out there, away from dreary St. Louis. But it's only half as good when you're alone -- it's so much sweeter with someone by your side.

Funnily enough, he's one of the best possible partners of the Lackadaisy bunch for a nervous partner. He's straightforward, rarely sugarcoating things or telling white lies. As such… there's not much to worry about with him. You won't have to worry if he's telling the truth, if he thinks you're too quiet or too loud or strange. If he has a thought, he'll say it. He's honest like that.

If he's ever too blunt with you though, he picks up on it quickly. He's a master of reading body language, and he knows how to apologize properly. He's very sweet when it comes down to it. Genuine.

He's also not above navigating you away from anxiety-inducing situations, when need be. Again, he's fantastic with body language, and he knows how to lie his way out of an event or gathering. People generally don't question how many smoke breaks he's taken per hour.

He can't fix everything for you -- he knows that. But you'll never have to worry about whether or not he loves you. He might not say those exact three words on the daily, but there's never a moment of doubt within you. He'll make sure of it.

#divider by @cafekitsune #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy zib x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #lackadaisy imagines #lackadaisy imagine

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trashlie · 3 months

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GOD today's Love and Deepspace update has me ON MY KNEES i am alkfjalfjkalfkjakfkjafkafjka LISTEN I read Xavier's third anecdote BEFORE I HAD AN 11 A.M. MEETING I HAD TO STOP MY CRYING AND TRY TO MAKE MYSELF SOUND LIKE I TOTALLY HADN'T JUST SPENT 10 MINUTES CRYING not my finest hour but I never said I make wise choices LMAO ajkfjkafjkafkafjkkajf I'm going to put all my incoherent spoilery thoughts under the cut but god I just have to say that yes, it's confirmed, I think Xavier really is my favorite, in the "I love them all so much and I want to gobble up this story and I need all of the lore but I will go for him above all others" kind of way LMAO like alkfjakjfjaf Xavier and MC just hit all my catnip boxes okay?

You can't fight your true nature lol

As a loyal Kiro fan I knew I would lean Xavier but I really wanted to give myself the benefit of the doubt and pretend I might make a different choice for once lol

Spoilers for chapter 8, as well as Rafayel and Xavier's third anecdotes let's goooooooooooo (and once again touching on Xavier's myth)

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I'M SO TENDER AND HEARTACHEY ;~;

Something I continue to love about LADS is that the LIs give MC so much agency. I firmly believe with certainty that Rafayel is not betraying MC; after all, they've already talked about needing bait for a big fish, so even IF there's a chance this part isn't planned, I believe he knows that she is capable of getting herself out of this situation, that she will handle what's being thrown at her. "Do you really think they can handle the prey I caught?" Rafayel, like Xavier, and I'm sure like Zayne, knows she's capable of handling herself, and I love this aspect so much! Babying MCs gets soooo boring.

In fact, the thing about Rafayel is despite the fact that she seems to have forgotten (in his eyes) about the promise they made, he has so much faith in her. That's half his problem, really; if he could let go, maybe he wouldn't be so hurt and hung up, but he just has so much faith in her, in her capabilities, in what she can pull off. Papergames' writing is so clever here, leaving us off in chapter 7 with that moment of hesitation, where it appears like he almost leaves at the bottom of the ocean (and probably strongly considers it!) prior to getting her to safety and then taking on the Wanderer, only to turn around and make it look like he's lured her into a trap - but he and MC have talked about this! This is what she wants! Even if he DOES have ulterior motives, I still don't believe this is an act of betrayal - MC is going to do whatever she can to enter the N109 Zone, better it be this way than another.

These are not games where we can just look at the surface and call it what it looks like. And MC is not so naive. Again, she knows what she has to do to get in, and she's partaking in it. And Rafayel knows she won't make it easy for anyone in there.

I'm sure if it were up to him or Xavier, she wouldn't be entering such a dangerous place, but it's not up to them. They aren't her handlers, so they trust her to take care of herself, and it's so refreshing to see.

I think, too, Rafayel is doing exactly what Xavier told MC to do. He, too, has a role to play in his quest for revenge, in his relationship with this organization. He can't show his weakness, he can't show his fears. He can only trust that MC knows what she's doing and that she will take care of herself and has a way out, that if things go south, she'll get out of there (and maybe try to find a way to help her if he can lol).

I think some people look at characters like Rafayel and Xavier and only see what's on the very surface: a needy, clingy, drama queen; and a stoic, calm man. But why do you think they have bounties on their heads like that? And such large ones, at that? $100,000,000 for Xavier!!!!!! Rafayel is as cunning and clever as he is sassy and dramatic, as ruthless and cold as he is sensitive and emotional (in fact, that is likely why he is so ruthless and cold, someone so sensitive is so hurt by what has happened to his people, to his family, to the hurt and betrayals he has experienced). They're so much more than what you see on the surface, so full of depth and nuance and GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Like I said before, I don't love Rafayel in spite of the resentment, I love him for it.

And Xavier, my GOD ;______; This chapter was such a feast for the Xavier fans lol His third anecdote BROKE me, just absolutely devastated me. That must have been the very first "version" of MC, the first time they ever met, the first time he fell for her, and it's so easy to see why he did - how she just saw him for him, how she helped buy him those pockets of freedom, the curiosity she took in him that enabled to help him. His desperation to help her, but coming back too late ;_____; THE AGONYYYYYYYYYY THE DEVASTATION ;_____; Losing her for the first time, AS SHE DIED IN HIS ARMS HELLO?! The reassurance she'll meet him again in her next life, that no matter how many times it takes, no matter where she is, he'll find her ;__________;

The certainty that he's the same Xavier from the myths, because she is the one who gave him the star charm, the one MC of the myth is so jealous of LMAO that he has lost her before and here he is, having finally found her, and having to assist her in preparation for such a dangerous mission. And again, I just love the agency - that he doesn't talk her out of it. Instead, he prepares her. Gives her everything she needs to go best protect herself and go in with a fighting's chance.

Even though there's a chance he could lose her again, that unwavering faith. ;~;

Something I especially loved about this was the inclusion of Jeremiah, because as @poisonheart pointed out, Jeremiah is the one who has seen both MC and Xavier without the other, knows what they mean to each other, and the significance of now, of a reunion, even if she doesn't know it's a reunion. And not just for Xavier, but for himself! She was his friend, too! Xavier isn't the only one who lost her. I still don't know what happened to her, but he lost her, too. "Were you able to stay calm when you saw her for the first time?" Because he probably struggled to do so! He even slipped up, telling her he didn't think he'd ever get a chance to help her.

It's such a momentous moment and she doesn't even know because they have these memories of a version of herself she doesn't know, a version of herself she knows nothing of ;~; And it breaks my heart.

There's something so understated about Xavier's "stoicism" - everything he has to mask, the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years that he's spent quelling feelings. That he carries these memories and feelings that have never gone out, for someone who has had to get to know him all over again. Isn't that agonizing to think about? Meeting someone who you have an entire history with, so many memories of, but has no recollection, no knowledge of you? Meeting her again and waiting for feelings to blossom again - hoping they will because what if this is the time it doesn't happen what if this version of her never does - like WHAT IS THAT LIKE having to keep yourself at bay holding back your own feelings ;______;

MY AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

And more than that it's like.... Jeremiah even mentioned the non interference rule and it certainly seems like Xavier maybe attempted it but.... how do you maintain that, how do you NOT interfere, when the person you've been searching for is right there, when something so awful has happened to her, when so many eyes are on her, when she's in such danger?

I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEEEEELIIIIIIINGGGSSSS ABOUT THEEEEEEMMMMMM ;________;

#Love and Deepspace #LADS Brainrot #Love and Deepspace spoilers #LADS Xavier #this post doesn't even say anything i'm just screaming my feelings into the void LMAO #GOD #too sleepy to write a good post forgive me

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anticomedygarden · 1 year

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if you search for tenderness, it isn't hard to find

wolf sequel, but i think it could be read as a standalone?

tw mentioned blood and skin stitching, medical inaccuracies, mention of death and murder

title from billy joel's 'honesty'

fun fact this is almost 5000 words

In the hours since Sirius had first found the wolf-man in his bushes, things had not become any clearer.

After the initial shock of having a shapeshifter in his house had worn off, Sirius had attempted to carry the man to the couch and failed miserably (the guy was tall and muscley; Sirius doubted even James could lift him), and then scoured the internet for information on werewolves, never straying more than five feet from the man.

All of his searching had yielded little results, however. According to google, werewolves could either retain their mind in wolf form or not (jury was still out on that one), shift whenever they wanted or only during the night of the full moon (the night before had apparently been a full moon, so that one was still up in the air as well), were sterile or overly fertile (there was no way to check that without medical facilities or an egg and a nine month wait), incredibly ugly or incredibly beautiful (Sirius thought he had figured that one out), along with dozens of other contradictions, and he had yet to find a reliable source, shockingly.

The whole thing had really just left him feeling like he’d stumbled into an episode of Supernatural, only compounded by the dark, cement basement of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

After about four hours of no information, he finally decided to just wait until the man woke up, although that posed a whole different problem.

The man was completely bare-ass naked, and he was absolutely beautiful.

Scratch that. There were bandages covering most of his stomach and chest as well as his upper left thigh, but other than that, he wasn’t wearing anything.

But that had nothing to do with Sirius’ reluctance to cover him in a blanket.

Speaking of, it seemed the gorgeous fellow was finally waking up. Sirius set his phone on the floor and watched the man blink himself to consciousness.

Once his eyes were most of the way open (vibrant amber, Sirius noted, just like the wolf) the man scrambled upright until his bandaged back hit the hard gray wall, eliciting a wince. His eyes flickered around the basement, and he paled.

Sirius couldn’t blame him. Grimmauld Place’s basement was creepy despite his attempts to brighten it up. The white couch, blue shag rug, and yellow armchair just weren’t a match against the faulty wiring, water stains, cement walls, and creaky pipes.

“Who are you? Where am I? Am I naked?” He looked down and frowned. “Did you do these bandages?”

Sirius scooted forward, feeling the odd need to be close to the man now that he was lucid. And human.

Answering his questions honestly now that he had heard the deep timber of the man’s voice with the hint of a Welsh accent would be difficult, but Sirius would give it his best shot. “I’m Sirius Black. You’re at my house in London. You’ve got bandages and a blanket but no clothes, and I’m an ER doctor, so you don’t need to worry about them being bad or anything.” He paused. “I’m actually surprised they held through your transformation.” It was a considerable feat, for sure, as the human abdomen and thighs were much different sizes than those of wolves. Sirius’ had even checked them afterward while he was sleeping, and they were still tight. There wasn’t even any stray fur stuck to them.

The man’s eyes widened. “You saw that?”

Sirius nodded. “How did the bandages hold between forms?” he asked, then mentally kicked himself for not asking something more important.

The man blinked a few times as if he, too, wasn’t expecting that question. “I don’t know. It’s always been like that.” Then, “Any chance I could get some clothes?”

Actually, no. “Yeah, sorry!” Sirius stood, and the man stood with him, fumbling to wrap the blanket around his waist, though there was really no point as Sirius had seen everything while taking care of his wounds after the transformation. He didn’t say anything, however, and motioned for the man to follow him toward the stairs. “What’s your name?”

“Remus,” he said sheepishly. He was still glancing around as if expecting the walls to start closing in or shooting spikes or something equally disturbing. Again, not that Sirius could blame him. As a child, he had been just as afraid of the dark places in Grimmauld Place, though for different reasons.

He nodded at the man’s name. “Fitting.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Sorry?”

“Your name, from Romulus and Remus.” When the man gave him a baffled look, Sirius continued. “The brothers raised by the wolf? Romulus killed Remus and went on to found Rome.” The man didn’t say anything but continued to look confused. “Sorry, I forget sometimes that not everyone was raised on the classics.”

“It’s alright,” Remus said quickly. “I always knew it was weird. Now I know what it means.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, surprised that no one had ever explained his name to him. Sure, most people didn’t have tutors to make sure they memorized the stories of old, but a teacher, or his parents, or some adult should have known, but Sirius decided not to comment. “You’re in good company. My name is the brightest-”

“-brightest star in the sky,” Remus finished. “Part of the Canis Major constellation. The dog star.” At Sirius’ shocked look, Remus blushed and looked down.

Sirius paused, waiting for an explanation, and when there was none, he raised an eyebrow as they started up the gloomy staircase. “You know the stars but not the story of the most famous country in history?”

Remus’ blush deepened. “Had a bit of a weird childhood.”

Sirius would’ve asked him to elaborate, but a sudden gasp stopped him. He whipped around to see Remus hunched over and clutching his thigh through the blanket. “Shit, I’m sorry! You must be in a lot of pain.”

Remus looked up at him through long black eyelashes. “It’s alright-”

“No, how about you go sit on the couch while I get some water and paracetamol?” Sirius gently guided him to the couch before he could protest. “I’ll be right back!”

With that, he ran up the stairs to the bathroom and took out the little bottle of painkillers then ran back to the kitchen to fill up a cup of water. Standing at the sink, he happened to glance at the little picture on his fridge of James, Regulus, and Lily and made a mental note to text them in case Remus killed him or something.

Once the cup was full, he ran back downstairs to find Remus not on the couch, but standing with his hand poised above the door. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

Remus looked over to him, a guilty expression on his face. “I need to go.”

“Well, I don’t know where you think you’re going without clothes, but as your doctor, I cannot permit you to leave my care,” Sirius declared, not entirely for show. If Remus left before his wounds were properly cleaned and stitched, he ran the risk of infection or reopening them and bleeding out, and Sirius really doubted the man was heading to a hospital after this.

Remus’ expression went blank. “I’ll be fine-”

“No, you’ll get sick and die, so you’re going to sit and let me take care of you properly,” Sirius said, and pointed to the couch for emphasis.

With one last mournful look at the door, Remus sighed. “Fine, but I’m leaving as soon as you’re done.”

“Fine.” Sirius watched him limp awkwardly for the couch and sit down carefully.

“And I still need clothes.”

“Fine.” Sirius set the glass of water and pill bottle on the little table text to the couch. “But you’re gonna have to deal with whatever clothes I can find down here because I’m not leaving you alone again.”

Remus didn’t even turn his head. “Whatever.”

Sirius sighed. He didn’t even know if there were any clothes in the basement; nobody but him ever came down here. He glanced around. The only place he could think of was Kreacher’s old bedroom, but the man had meticulously cleaned out his quarters once he realized Sirius, not Regulus, was to inherit the property due to a mistake in the filing of his disownment papers. There wasn’t anywhere else, however, and Sirius soon found himself entering the bedroom.

While smaller than the rooms in the rest of the house, it was still a decent size, larger than an average bedroom, with a bare queen size bed shoved to the corner of the back and right side wall taking up the majority of the space. Like the rest of the basement, the walls were grey cement and studded with water stains, and poor wiring caused an unfortunate flickering of lights. Upon immediate entrance, Sirius didn’t see any clothes, though he hadn’t expected any. Even when Kreacher lived there, the man had been totally anal about tidiness, a trait he had failed miserably in trying to beat into Sirius as a child.

He walked over to the closet on the left side of the room and opened it. There was nothing hanging up, but there was a small duffel bag on the floor that definitely hadn’t been there the last time Sirius was in this room.

The good news was that it was full of clothes. The bad news was that they were Regulus’.

“Okay, I found some, but they’re probably gonna be really tight,” Sirius warned as he walked back into the main part of the basement, relieved to see Remus right where he’d left him.

The man simply nodded and put a hand out. It seemed he was no longer talking now that Sirius was forcing him to stay.

Once he had the clothes in his hands, just an old grey t-shirt, black sweatpants that Sirius suspected were actually James’, and a pair of boxers, Remus sat there awkwardly for a second before saying, “Can you turn around?”

Sirius once again felt the need to remind the man that he was a doctor and had already seen everything anyways, but whatever made him feel more comfortable. He turned to face the bedroom. “You might as well wait on the pants and shirt since I have to rebandage and clean everything.”

There was a grunt of affirmation before Sirius heard the man sit down, and then a, “You can turn back around now.”

Sirius spun and tried not to stare. The underwear was sinfully tight, hiding nothing of the man's considerable assets within them.

He shook himself off. Remus needed healing and nothing else.

He went to grab his bag off the floor where he had first brought the wolf in and brought it back over to the couch. While he pulled on gloves and took his equipment out, he said, "You should take the paracetamol. Sutures hurt."

Remus glared at him but grabbed the pills off the table, swallowing them dry. He wrinkled his nose. "You're a doctor and the strongest painkiller you have is paracetamol?"

Sirius paused in his ministrations and looked at Remus. "They tend to not like it when we take the drugs home."

Remus' brow furrowed. "Really?" The scary part was, he didn’t seem to be kidding.

Where the hell had this guy been his whole life? "Yes, oddly enough. Now, lay down. It'll be easier that way."

Obediently, Remus shifted so he was laying horizontally across the couch, and Sirius began to unwrap the bandages and gauze from his abdomen. "I'm gonna start by cleaning out these little ones, then I'll do the bite on your thigh, and then I'm gonna have you flip over to get the wounds on your back, okay?" He pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and sat down lightly.

Remus nodded and relaxed into the cushions, not so much as flinching when he saw the suturing needle. Sirius had to hand it to the man; he was either very brave or very stupid. Sirius had witnessed full grown adults reduced to tears upon seeing the curved instrument they were about to be stuck with. Hell, James had bawled just watching Sirius get stitches as teens.

Finally, all the bandages were off Remus' stomach, and Sirius looked down and stared. Slowly, he brought his eyes up to meet Remus’, several questions in his eyes. “These are almost completely healed.”

Remus nodded nonchalantly. “So they are.”

Sirius just stared at him. “Why the fuck are the wounds that were bleeding profusely not five hours ago suddenly gone?”

Remus smirked, and Sirius couldn’t deny that the dimples were doing things to his stomach. “Dunno. ‘S’always been like that.”

Sirius glared at him. The man was frustrating in the best possible way, and it was terrible. “Are you always this nice to pretty doctors that save your life?”

“If I meet one, I’ll let you know.”

Sirius’ jaw dropped. “I’m fucking beautiful, and you know it.”

“Sure, pretty boy.”

Sirius clenched his jaw. It’s not like he needed affirmation of his beauty; he knew what he looked like, but still. Rude. “Is there anything else I should know?”

Remus appeared to think for a moment. “The silver thing is true.” Sirius nodded and began to stand only for Remus to say, “And bites don’t heal nearly as fast as scratches.”

Sirius turned back toward him with a huff and began to unwrap the bandages at his thigh. “You couldn’t have led with that?”

The black-haired man tried to ignore the swooping feeling in his stomach when Remus smirked again.

Once the bandages were on the floor, Sirius set about cleaning and sterilizing the wound (which was not yet showing signs of infection but was still a considerable size and weeping blood), and was further impressed when Remus only let out a few small grunts. The process took longer than Sirius was expecting because, as Remus had mentioned, it was fresh compared to the other wounds, and it looked as if another wolf had grabbed him on the leg and not let go, resulting in several long, deep gashes.

After a couple minutes, Remus closed his eyes and pressed his head into the arm rest. “Go ahead and ask your questions. I know you have them.”

The declaration took Sirius a bit by surprise. Sure, he had questions; he had many, actually. Really, he was dying to know everything about this mysterious man that had been dumped in his bushes, broken and bleeding, and he wanted to destroy whatever had put him there, but Sirius was a doctor first and foremost. His job was to heal, not pry, and the man had clearly come into Sirius’ life needing exactly that, so that was what Sirius would give to him as best he could. (Of course, there were the rare cases in which his job was to pry, such as when frantic parents brought toddlers in with crayons stuck up their noses or when horny and stupid adults came in with different objects stuck in the opposite end.)

However, he wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to question a freaking werewolf, and a beautiful one at that.

But first came first. He wiped down the needle with another alcohol wipe. “Now for the fun part. You may want to bite down on something.”

Remus set his jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Sirius shrugged, and pushed the needle in. Immediately, Remus tensed but didn’t make any noise. Sirius took that as an indication that he could still ask questions. “How did you end up in my bushes?”

Remus cracked open an eye. “Really?” he panted. “You’re giving a werewolf stitches, and that’s your first question?”

“Second question, technically, and yes,” Sirius said curtly, tying up the first gash.

Remus shook his head and let out a little gasp when Sirius started on the next one. “I got into a fight with-” he gasped again “-with my pack leader, so he’s giving me a time out.”

Sirius’ blood went cold. “So you’re not the only one?”

Remus laughed, a tight, thin sound. “How do you think I was turned? Greyback bit me.”

“Greyback?”

“My pack leader. He gives the orders, and we follow them.”

Sirius started on the third gash. “What did you argue about?”

Remus laid his arm over his eyes and grimaced. Sirius didn’t think it was entirely because of the pain. “He wanted me to turn someone.”

The shorter man’s hand quavered on the needle, and he nearly missed a stitch. “What?”

Remus nodded. “You might not believe it, but most of us would be perfectly alright with letting the whole species die out, but Greyback is a bloodthirsty bastard. He enjoys turning people, and he likes them as young as possible.”

Sirius paused, unable to make his hands move. “How old were they?”

“She’s 26. Same as I am.” His voice was tight.

Sirius wondered idly if Remus had known the girl and if that was why he had such a reaction to her suffering, then felt guilty about the disappointment it brought him. “How old were you?”

Remus shook his head. “That’s enough questions for now. My turn.”

Sirius supposed that was fair.

He forced his hands to move again, and Remus waited a bit for the pain to pass before biting out, “Why didn’t you call the cops?” Then, as an afterthought, “Or animal control?”

Sirius thought back to that morning. Why hadn’t he called the cops? “Dunno. Maybe sleep deprivation and hunger caused a temporary insanity.” Or it was the shock of finding a wolf-turned-drop-dead gorgeous man in his bushes.

Remus cracked an eye open. “Wow. I’m so glad you’re healing me.”

Sirius laughed. “It’s better than letting you die in my yard. Any other questions?”

Remus was silent for a moment. “How does an ER doctor in his,” he paused, letting his slip over Sirius’ form, “mid twenties afford an estate like this?”

Sirius let a breath out of his nose even though he knew that question was coming. “Rich parents and botched disownment papers. I was more shocked than anyone, let me tell you.”

Remus nodded, though he didn’t look any more informed.

Good. It wasn’t exactly a topic Sirius enjoyed discussing.

“Why haven’t you sold it, then?”

That question was a surprise. The thing most people said after he mentioned his parents’ fortune and the mistaken will was if he thought he was lucky to have come into so much money. “I don’t really have an answer to that one either. I guess it was the thought of another family adding their own miseries to it when it’s already seen so much.” Sirius blinked, surprised by his own words. He certainly hadn’t meant to get so philosophical with a man he had just met.

But it was the truth. No one in his family had been happy when they’d lived there. This house had seen more blood, tears, and suffering in the 16 years Sirius had lived in it as a child than most houses saw in their entire lifetimes.

Remus nodded like he understood, though, and they sat in companionable silence with the occasional grunt while Sirius worked.

Then, Remus spoke. “I was four when Greyback turned me.”

Sirius looked up sharply, but Remus continued. “He broke in through my bedroom window, bit me, and dragged me with him to the Den, this old building in the middle of the woods. He raised me there with the other wolves to be his second in command. I worshiped him at first; how could I not? I was a child, and he told me that he saved me from the horrors of human society, and I believed him. The man has a weird charisma. I found out years later that he went back and killed my parents. That was around the time I stopped believing him.”

Sirius waved a hand. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to-”

“It wasn’t just that, though,” Remus continued, ignoring him. “Another guy Greyback had turned came to the Den. Benjy Fenwick. He was around my age. He taught me how to read and some other normal person stuff. Then, he kissed me, and I thought we were gonna run away together.” Remus took a deep breath. “Then Greyback killed him the night we were supposed to leave.”

Sirius couldn’t hold it in any longer; he gasped, loudly. “Oh my god.”

When Remus laughed, there was no humor in it. “We’ve made life hell for each other ever since.”

Sirius looked up then to see a tear rolling down Remus’ face, and if his gloved hands weren’t covered in blood and pus, he would have wiped it away. “What if you didn’t go back?”

Sirius was lucky he had paused his suturing, because Remus’ whole body jolted. “What?”

He cleared his throat. He couldn’t quite believe he was saying it, either. “Don’t go back to Greyback. Stay here.” Apparently, he had reached the point of sleep deprivation where he offered random hot werewolves a place in his home.

But Remus was already shaking his head. “I have to go back, Sirius.”

Oh, how beautiful his name sounded rolling off Remus’ tongue. “Why? He’s a murderer; why do you want to go back to that?”

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I can’t just not go back.”

“Give me one good reason.” He was committed now.

“I’m the only thing standing between Greyback and the rest of the wolves.”

Alright, that was a pretty good reason, but it was still something Sirius could work around. “How many more wolves are there?”

“Eight.”

Sirius cocked his head. “Really?” He’d been expecting at least a dozen from the sounds of this Greyback.

Remus snorted. “Greyback’s a bit of an angry dictator, and since werewolf-ism isn’t hereditary…the numbers are running low.”

Sirius shuddered. He couldn’t even imagine the life Remus had lived up to this point, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It almost made him grateful for his own parents. If there was one thing that could be said of them, they had never killed any of his boyfriends. They had tried, but they’d never gone through with it.

“You could bring them here. I have the space.”

Remus bristled. “We don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity! It’s…leaving an angry dictator,” Sirius argued.

Remus rolled his eyes (but he didn’t say no). “I’ll think about it.”

Sirius grinned. Remus would be saying yes before he left. Sirius would make sure of it.

Once the stitches were finished and Remus had (regrettably) put the borrowed pants and shirt on (which were predictably and amazingly tight), Sirius was starving and exhausted, and he suddenly realized he had been up for over 24 hours, and he hadn’t eaten in almost ten.

“You hungry?” Sirius asked Remus as he pulled his shirt down yet again over his wonderful abs. “I think I might still have some soup.”

Remus nodded, and the pair walked up the stairs only for Sirius to realize he hadn’t cleaned the soup out of the couch yet.

Remus sniffed. “Are we eating out of the furniture?”

Sirius wrinkled his nose. “No, you arsehole. I have some leftover.” He led Remus into the kitchen and busied himself with making the soup, going for reheated in a pot rather than reheated in the microwave. If Remus was getting a hot meal, it wasn’t going to be microwaved.

While he was rummaging around for a pot, Remus glanced at the fridge. “Who are they?” he asked. Sirius looked up to see him pointing at the little picture of James and Lily kissing Regulus on either cheek with the younger Black smiling the widest smile Sirius had seen from him in the middle. It was one of Sirius' all time favorites; getting all three of them to stand still together long enough for a picture, and then to get Regulus smiling as well was a once in a lifetime event.

"That's my family," Sirius answered as he straightened with a pot in hand.

Remus cocked his head. "I'm assuming not the family you grew up with?"

Sirius nodded, then started pouring the soup into the pot. He flicked the stove on. "Parents died a couple years ago. 'S'how I got the house." He hesitated. "The one in the middle is my little brother, though. Regulus." Then, since Remus had been so honest with him: "I ran away when I was 16 and didn't talk to him until he turned 18 and left. We're close now, though." They'd had to be, once he and James got together.

"And this one?" Remus asked, pointing at the photo.

Sirius stirred the soup. "That's James." He hesitated on the rest of an introduction, unsure how to put into words what exactly James meant to him. The two had been through thick and thin together: meeting at boarding school at 11 and becoming fast friends, sharing everything, running to him whenever things got bad. Finally, he landed on, "My brother," and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake.

He coughed and hurried to amend himself. "Adopted brother, that is to say. I moved in with him after I ran away, and he and Regulus started dating about a year later. There's no incest, I swear. Well, none after us." He bit his lip to keep from adding anything else that might scare off his new friend.

Thankfully, Remus seemed more confused than horrified, and he didn't comment. Sirius took that as an invitation to introduce the last of the three. "The ginger is Lily. She and James got together just before he and Reg did. They started out bumpy, but they're very happy now." Sirius figured that was the best way to condense the several months of dancing around they had all done that year.

Remus still looked confused, and more than a little wistful, so Sirius said, "I think the soup's done."

A minute later, they were sitting around the kitchen table and slurping their soup in relative silence.

Remus spoke. "What about you?"

With his mouth full of noodles and chicken broth, Sirius gave him a look of confusion.

"Are you with someone?"

Sirius thought he heard a little something extra in his voice, but that was probably just wishful thinking. "Nope. Just me."

Remus set his empty bowl to the side. "Isn't it lonely, all alone out here?"

Yes. "Not really. James and them visit often enough. Besides, I'm pretty busy with the ER. And, when he's home, my neighbor comes over to bother me." And boy was he good at it. Gilderoy Lockhart had a huge inheritance and an ego to match it, and, honestly, the sex was only mediocre. "What about you? Have you got anyone?"

Remus blushed and shook his head. "Not since Benjy."

The smile slid off Sirius' face. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

Remus waved him off. "It's alright. It's more lack of opportunity than anything else."

Sirius looked over to him. "Really?" With a body like his, Sirius was surprised the man wasn't married. (Not that looks were everything, of course, but the man clearly wasn't lacking in the mind and personality departments, either.)

Remus nodded. "Benjy was the only one around my age, and that's been almost ten years ago now." He glanced up, a bashful look in his eyes. "But maybe that's changing?"

Sirius was careful to keep his face neutral as he chewed a noodle, then made a point of letting his eyes slip over the outline of Remus' abs through his tight shirt. "Do you want it to?" Sirius wasn't stupid; he knew exactly where this was headed, but the lead up was part of the fun.

Remus appeared to think for a moment. "I think I'd like that."

So Sirius set his mostly empty bowl to the side and began to slide his bare foot up Remus' leg. He raised an eyebrow upon reaching the top. "Someone's excited."

Remus gulped. "It's been a very long time."

"Is that so?" Sirius bit his bottom lip seductively and stood, making his way around the table to drape himself across Remus’ lap. “I guess I’ll just have to fix that.”

He put a hand on the back of Remus’ head and pulled him in, closing the short distance between them with a deep kiss. Pretty soon, they were making their way to the bedroom where they both fell asleep after a mindblowing night, and Sirius wondered how he had gone so long sleeping alone.

Until he woke up the next morning by himself, the other side of the bed still warm, and the ghost of a kiss imprinted on his lips.

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