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kiirotoao · 2 months

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HEYY YOUR SO PRETTY BTW AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG

the ask :

so, i wanted to get ur opinion on s3 mike. such as, what he was going through and his internalized homophobia. things like that!

maybe some things w/ him and his relationship w/ el too!

THANKS FOR ANSWERING IF U DO ANSWER :D

I’m gonna pretend that I’m fine after weeks of getting flustered just staring at this in my inbox! Thank you, anon!!! 🥺🥺 You’re making me blush! But, uh, anyways! Let’s talk about Mike Wheeler! 💙

I think that Mike in season 3 is the most interesting version of himself in the entire show because of how hidden his story becomes. In all other seasons, Mike cries openly with other people and expresses his sadness and fears over Will and El.

In season 3, though? Besides the finale, the tearful goodbyes narrated by Hopper, we never see Mike truly cry and explicitly talk through why. Sure, it can be pretty readily implied that it’s because of the Byers leaving, but we don’t hear that aloud. We don’t see exactly who’s on Mike’s mind as those cars pull away. We're left with silent and unsure stares, looks of seeming regret or something else unknown.

Season 3 is truly a huge turning point for Mike, he’s losing his girlfriend and arguably his closest friend in the Party, and it's so easily overlooked because it all happens at the very end of the final episode. Whereas El goes through hell and fights to connect to Billy and save her friends, where Max also feels the weight of his loss, where Will gets his heartbreaking scene at Castle Byers - all the Party members who are very linked to Mike get their emotional moments that season, and we know exactly why they cry.

But Mike dances around his emotions all season long. In consulting Lucas to deal with breaking up and making up with El, in trying to tell El that he loves her without ever saying it, in fighting with Will because "it's not [his] fault [Will doesn't] like girls."

Oh, Mike. I really don't think that Mike was out to hurt Will when he said that. Rather, it's a culmination of heteronormativity and the poor relationship that he has with El and trying to compensate for it. I interpret the outburst as him saying, 'it's not my fault that I'm in a relationship and you're not, so you wouldn't get it.' And by extension, Will being in a relationship would require, normatively, being with a girl.

But at the same time, for a jab that deep - I can't help but question more.

Mike could have said, "it's not my fault you don't like anyone!" or "don't bring her into this!" or even as simple as, "you wouldn't understand!" But no. Mike takes the direct train to sexuality station and brings up the fact that El is a girl. So it seems to me that Mike is very likely harboring something in his heart about why El being a girl is important for him to argue.

But we never know for sure. This moment is never addressed again due to the Mind Flayer’s sudden return. And so it’s up to us as the audience to decide what we think of Mike’s statement. And personally, as I’m sure many of you believe, too, I think that Mike is projecting and trying to hide the fact that he doesn’t like girls onto Will, pushing away his problems to someone he trusts who’s more similar to himself than he realizes.

Tied to his inability to say to El’s face that he loves her, to the fact that they've - reportedly from Hopper - kissed all Summer long with no mention of meaningful conversation, to the very surface-level relational mending his makes by calling El’s outfit “cool” and giving her candy, to the very end of the season where Mike once again denies saying that he loved El just before an open-eyed kiss and a face like this:

Mike doesn’t need to say anything about that kiss for me to know that that’s not the reaction of someone who’s perfectly happy to be back together with his ex-girlfriend. So do I wish that we had a moment of vulnerability for Mike where he expressed his heart in season 3? Yes, but his nonverbals spoke volumes.

So, yeah, I think that in season 3, Mike is very much gay, but he he acts cautiously and self-preservingly because trauma is drowning everything out.

And what is this trauma? I know that I’m working backwards, but I need to bring up that Mike was separated from El for so long in the time of season 2, and I think that that makes him so attached to her in season 3. Think about what else he says in that scene when he admits his love: “I love her and I can’t lose her again.”

As sweet as it is to be reunited to El by the end of season 2, it’s not a clean reunion for Mike. He’s in shambles when he learns that Hopper was lying to him and not letting El even tell Mike that she’s okay.

Not to mention that this isn’t his first but second time almost losing her to the monster that season.

Because of this unstable connection, I think that Mike has built a protective relationship with El, one that focuses on keeping her rather than knowing her, and we see how that all unfolds with his superficial “superhero” complex he has of her in season 4. Season 3 was just the beginning.

And so I think that Mike in season 3 stands as a version of himself that’s confused protectiveness with love. Even though he arguably behaves with that same mindset all the time, it’s at its highest during season 3 because of his never-ending insistence to help El even if she’s capable to do things by herself. Mike isn’t just clingy, he’s worried. Worried for her life. There’s no time to worry about where the problems in their relationship arise, there’s only time to fix them and go back to how they were at equilibrium - when things were normal.

Thus, Mike behaves rather stubbornly. He’s insistent and defensive, not letting a single thing slip through the cracks and risk any more hurt. In doing so, his personality is left far under the surface and unexplored. He only acts to stir up emotions rather than reflect on them, because any pausing to think will only confuse him more. He’s looking ahead, looking at the light, holding onto everything good he has with all the propriety of a 13/14-year-old who has a heart bigger than his head.

Simply put, Mike is a bit of an anti-hero this season. And I think that it's because of this that he starts to get most controversial for the audience.

I’m clearly a Mike apologist, but I genuinely don’t think that he’s out to hurt anyone when he argues with others this season. He’s just stubborn and loud about it, which can definitely be to his fault at times. But in the end, when it comes down to who he loves, I think that season 3 is the era of change, and that ending scene with Hopper’s letter paints the perfect setup for the next seasons to reveal that Mike has a lot more going on under the surface that’s causing all of this. Maybe some regrets, things he wishes he could “turn back the clock” on, regarding, say, Will and El and how he treats them platonically and romantically? Just a thought.

The question of the day for Mike in season 3 stands: is he being selfish or selfless? And I think that it’s a mix of both, blended in with some heavy confusion due to role changing (not needing to protect El) and uncertain affections (not knowing how to figure out what he has with Will).

So, yeah. All in all, I think that Mike is really closeted in season 3 and doesn’t realize it until the final episode, and I honestly love him for it. As someone who’s gone through similar hurdles of internalized homophobia as a teen, it’s really heartwarming to see him grow and figure things out, even if the journey is far from perfect. It’s a humble origin story. And if he somehow ends up being straight and Byler isn’t endgame, well. I’ll be upset at the writers, but the impact still stands.

#Mike wheeler #byler #byler analysis #mike wheeler analysis #asks my beloved <3 #Mike is my second favorite character but always first in my heart to talk about and analyze #he’s just so babygirl #THANK YOU AGAIN ANON!!!#I wanted to reply sooner but it’s Mike so I just kept going 😂

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casablancarossa · 3 months

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Lipstick Smudge << a [fluffy] taemin x reader scenario>>

For the anon who asked:

hii ^^ could you possibly write something for taemin where you guys are doing that chapstick challenge where you put on different chapsticks and he has to kiss you to guess what flavor it is. Or even that one tiktok trend where you smudge your lipstick and then he goes to fix it and the camera turns and he has lipstick marks all over his face. 🙏🙏

Reposting this because it's a shame it didnt pop up in tags.

You re-align your camera, trying to get a perfect view of the corner of your room. It was the only place that wouldn't have any reflection of the rest of your space. It wasn't that the 70% was dirty or unseemly for an influencer, but most of the time it was to hide the man with the shit eating grin, trying to distract you from creating any good content while he was around.

"Jagiya, I feel offended, you really are trying to hide me huh?" Taemin whines as he catched his hoodie with his face.

It has been 20 minutes since you tried to make sure that you were trying to hide items that might relate to him. Chucking items left and right, out of sight.

"You know, none of my stuff will link back to me...", he lets out a sigh, pouting as he sits on the other side of the phone setup, fiddling with various cases of lipbalms, with the labels frayed and torn off. "Beside you want to live stream don't you?"

It's no secret to those who follow you, that you have a boyfriend and make the excuse that he was the one who isn't interested in being in front of the camera and would rather support you from the side, hidden. Taemin smiled as he picks up of the chapstick and quickly swips the bullet against his lips, before making kissing noises, his lips puckered and pointed at you with that stupid smile on his face. "You're an idiot if you just want a kiss, an plus that's for the challenge!", you cried out halfheartedly as you slide into the seat with a spare phone in hand, ready to post a story that you were about to go on live soon.

For weeks, Taemin was very into the idea of at least making sure that your viewers didn't think you were full of shit by saying you had a boyfriend and just didn't want to show him off. Haters often comment that you were lying and you were completely 'motae solo'. Soon it went viral that you were single and delusional when in fact you had purposedly shoved Taemin into the bushes during one of your walks when Dispactch caught you walking at night by the Han River.

You re-adjust yourself in your seat, counting the numbers of people who had viewed your story before turning on your Insta live and sat back, waiting for your viewers to come in. Your fortnight lives was something that you enjoyed doing, whether it was cooking challenges or just late night pillow talk, you were appreciative of the fans who had swarmed in from TikTok, to join you in your lives.

Soon, you were greeting your followers, conversing with them through the comments they have left and began to introduce the fact that your partner was behind the camera, really wanting to do the chapstick challenge with you. Taemin had caused a ruckus by trying to slide one your indoor clothes line into view, with a perfectly draped sheet on it, so he could hide behind it.

Meanwhile, the comments were in a frenzy, saying how they had never heard you sound so relaxed and giggly before. Some comments were even teasing you to pull down the sheets so they could see your boyfriend. It came to the time where Taemin had reapplied the lipbalm he kept on hand, yelling at you to taste him already.

At his comment, you snorted and laughed, deeming his words as inappropriate because people might take it the wrong way.

"Yeobo, fine, shut up!" You laughed as you wheeled your chair towards the curtain and dart your head to peck his lips before popping out so the viewers could see you smack your lips, hmm-ing and haa-ing about the flavour.

"Cherry?"

"Oh? Is it? I don't know.." Taemin teased.

"What do you mean?", you asked bewildered, reaching back behind the curtains to grab the component out of his hand and reading the underside of it where you had written the flavour. "Ya. Lee-ssi, you need to read the bottom! The fans will get angry at you!", you laughed in defeat as Taemin lets out a loud giggle, enough for the fans to comment about it. "It was cherry by the way.", you speak to the camera.

You reached forward to grab another two unlabelled chapsticks, throwing one towards the back of the curtain for Taemin to catch as you apply one on yourself, the distinct smell and flavour should be easy for him. "All right, I'm ready.", you grinned before moving your head.

An aggravated groan left your throat as you saw Taemin, sheepishly applying the new flavoured balm on his lips. "Yah..", you put out a struggled smile as you were fully slumped into your seat, one hand on your face, massaging your temples. "It's supposed to be my turn, for you to guess the flavour...", you whined as your eyes catch the over flowing number of laughing emojis dancing across the screen.

"Ah okay okay, I got too excited.", Taemin giggles, attempting to wipe his lips before puckering them again for you to kiss.

You lean in to peck his lips, hoping that he would get the right answer. "Ahh! Lemon!", his answer was too confident for your liking.

You had shifted back closer to the phone, to look at the comments with an unamused look on your face saying "No." to his guess, encouraging to try again. Taemin went suddenly quiet, and through the screen, behind the draped sheets, you could see two arms pop out holding a phone with your livestream playing. "Yah, you look shit, when you are pouting like that.", he laughs, teasing you like always.

"What?! You are such an idiot." you breathed out in defeat as the viewers teased that your boyfriend, is such a troublemaker and seems to get a kick out of annoying you.

"Yes, everyone, he has been the bane of my existence for a year now."

"A year?! I'm hurting..."

"Okay, two??? Three?"

"Probably halfway to three? Way before I joined the army."

"Almost three years, he has been a pain in my head" you smiled towards the camera before looking back at the sheets, now seeing the faint glow of a phone screen behind them.

"Was it orange?" He finally comments out.

"Yes... Your turn.", you let out a sigh before returning to look behind the improv-ed covers to see Taemin, smiling at you. He couldn't resist and held your seat by the armrest and pulled your seat towards him so he could plant a soft kiss on your lips before peppering small pecks around your face. Taemin lets out a small cackle before pushing your seat out, causing it to roll back to your desk.

The seat was still swiveled to face him and as you turned around you made your guess. "Was that strawberry? It tasted like strawberries." you muttered.

As you turn to face the camera, it took a while for you to process that the lighting in the room, made it hard for you to discern that your face was now covered in faint tints of pink kisses. While inspecting your face through the screen, you could see Taemin's hands slowly sliding out from the side with his thumbs up followed by an 'okay' sign followed by a series of breathless laughter. "You look like I just mawled you."

"Wow, y/n eonnie, he must really love you. Wah eonnie, you are so lucky.", you read out the comments out loud, snickering at each one, which made you blush.

"Why does he have such femenine lips?", Taemins voice erupted from behind the sheet. "Reported!"

"Imagine if that isn't her boyfriend... Reported." he continues on.

You placed your arm on the desk, propping your chin up as you converse through the comments asking that you should make a TikTok with him right now. You stated once more, you weren't sure what challenge you could do that wouldn't impede on his privacy and internally, it disheartened you that you couldn't scream to the world that you were in love with someone without saying his name, and Taemin couldn't think of ways to console you. He wasn't afraid to admit he was in a relationship with you and it wasn't the first time you two had been linked together anyway. But you kept rejecting the idea because you assumed, both of you may not have the mental constitution to keep fighting the haters.

A couple minutes went by and you resumed doing the chapstick challenge, commenting there was probably 4 more flavours to try. Each one turned more chaotic as Taemin had caused a scene because he was determined to shift the sheet screen closer so he could steal he muscat grape chapstick from your desk without being seen. Your spare phone lit up from under you with a message from Taemin with a link. You opened it up to see the new lipstick tiktok trend and underneath the link, he messages you once more. 'My love let's do this...'

Before you could even collect your thoughts, Taemin spoke out once more, now speaking towards your viewers. "Everyone! Be patient right now, we'll film something okay?"

"Really??", your eyes widened, unsure how to react.

Taemin stood up, his head was just fortunately cut off from view of the camera. He mouths a few words which you understood as, 'lower the camera so we can walk around comfortably'. You followed through, lowering the camera so it focused more on your desk, but still had enough view to see that you and your boyfriend can now be seen from the waist down and were now walking around and there were indeed two people in the room.

"We still have the stream running up and we are viewing it through another phone, so we can still read comments and respond to everyone" you called out cheerfully, hoping the numbers don't die down.

You quickly grab a dark lipstick and carefully applied while Taemin looked at you with such an endearing stare. "Please god tell me why I was gifted such a beautiful partner.", he gleefully jumps and down, barely controlling his excitement.

"Such a con-man, you are only doing this because you are on camera my love."

Effortlessly, your lips began to retaliate with kisses across Taemin's face, each time, he giggles. Every time he checks his reflection through his phone camera he would voice out his displeasement that some of the kiss marks were uneven and that you should either kiss his face harder, or top up your lipstick.

Y/N-nie, what was the most stupid thing he did?

"Oh...? There was that time he said he could walk across the frozen pond and if he got to the other side, I owed him a new kitten", you started much to Taemin's behest. "Well.. He fell halfway in and was super super grumpy but I got him a grey and white kitten a week later."

Once he was satisfied with his over all look, Taemin takes off the jacket he was wearing, boldly showcasing more of his figure, but in his head, no doubt people wouldn't confuse him with a look-a-like, people would know it was him. Lee Taemin.

How did you two meet?

"We met an an event. She was panicking so hard she skipped greeting me and shook hands with my friend instead." Taemin replied, causing you to smack his chest.

The lipsticks swipes across your lips for the final time to get it even before asking your boyfriend if he was ready to film. He passes a phone to you, with the front camera at the ready. You proceed to start recording with one hand while lipstick in the other, bumping your arm to cause a smudge at your lower lip.

As Taemin's hand reaches up to caress your cheek, he guides you by the chin to look at him as you pan the camera towards him, his side profile in sight, obviously covered with stamps of your painted lips, looking at you lovingly before casting a devilish grin from the corner of his lips. The camera pulls back slightly, so that both of you were in frame, smiling contently as you look at each other, before facing the camera with a cheeky smile as he pecks your cheeks, leaving another faint tint of the strawberry chapstick.

As far as content making goes, it was perfect and you felt like if you could, you would post it as is, one try, one take. But you saved it as draft after viewing it and placed the phone down. Commenting out loud, there was no need to redo it, it looked perfect enough, Taemin agreed with you before adding that he thinks it would go viral. Your head spins to throw him a frown and pout, objecting to the idea despite the fact he knows, how much you would love the thought of finally no longer keeping things a secret.

Will you be posting it?

Please post it. What did you film? Will it be uploaded soon?

Guys... They were suspiciously quiet... Guys.. It's okay to turn of the livestream now if you want.

You and Taemin giggle at the following comments before he lunges behind the camera as you tilt your phone upwards, letting it re-focus as you waited in front of it as you continue talking to Taemin. It was obvious to anyone who was watching you that you loved your boyfriend so much. Your eyes were so soft and endearing towards him and you looked at him as if it was he first time you saw him and Cupid had his arrow at the ready.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'll post it, but it's on drafts so you never know", you sang in a sweet teasing tone. "But please ask questions.."

Y/N eonnie's boyfriend. Do you think, eonnie is the one?

"Do you think I'm the one?"

"Everyday.", Taemin replied eliciting causing a reaction on your face that could only be described as look of awe and constant realization how in love with you were.

An hour had somehow passed by and Taemin was more than happy to air out embarrassing stories, habits of yours that he found adorable and personal questions about his likes and dislikes. Everyone was ecstatic to know that he was more keen in being in lives if he was allowed to be more present.

"Everyone.. Once I finally reveal myself, hopefully you keep on supporting y/n and us." Taemin announced.

"Jagiya, you are giving them too much hope, we have to end the stream soon and get to our dinner with your...friends..", the last word caused you to stumble almost saying 'manager', which might imply that your boyfriend was somewhat more of a big-deal.

You were finally addressing your goodbyes reminding your viewers that you will be back on again and on your next post that they should comment what they would like to see next. However your attention was caught by the alarming statements that flooded your screen.

Wait is this real? Eonnie? You are a lucky bitch. How the heck did you catch a guy like him. Gosh you could see it his eyes, this isn't a joke. Y/N and Taemin look good together. Is 'dinner with friends', actually dinner with SHINee?

The last two comments had made you dizzy in your seat. What was going on? Your hands would instinctively fumble around your desk so you could find your phone to check what was going on. If it weren't for Taemin, clearing his throat you wouldn't have looked up at him. There he was leaning over he desk, resting on one hand while the other was waving his phone with the screen pointed out to you.

It had not occurred to you that it was your tiktok account that was logged in on his phone and while you were too distracted trying to read the comments, Taemin had handed his phone to you to film instead and while he was answering questions, he was oddly pre-occupied with his phone. From what you could see between his phone and how your spare phone is going insane with notifications. You quickly open your phone to check. It was official. Taemin had posted the video on your behalf and even linked it in Instgram, tagging his ID.

"I'm not scared to tell the world that I love you. So I posted it.", he smiled.

Taemin smirked as worry had set on your face, lips slightly gaped in shock as Taemin made the first move to publicize your relationship. Like he was the first one to say I love you almost three years ago. Like he was the first one to chase after you after a serious argument. Like he was the first one to do informal introductions with his family.

The woman was too stunned to speak kekekeke. Holy shit, she really didn't expect this. You guuuys, you are too cute. Please don't break each other's heart.

Taemin quickly rushed around the table and knelt down beside your seat, wrapping an arm around you. Your eyes followed his line of movement, never breaking away, so many questions in your head and so much more emotions. Primarily, you were ready to cry.

"Okay, while y/n recovers, see you in two weeks guys!", he waves towards the camera.

Your body slumps down onto the desk, struggling to let out a pained chuckle before sitting up slightly to cover your suddenly flushed face with your hands. You were so embarrassed that you continued to try hide your face with one hand as you waved at the camera.

"You are insane Lee Taemin. You idiot", you giggle, smacking his shoulders playfully in a repeated manner as he leans forward to end the livestream, flashing a playful grin and thumbs up as it cuts and the live has ended.

"Yeah, I'm insane about you, but now we don't have to hide it anymore. Plus, the old Dispatch articles didn't have a lot of hate comments on it...", he calmly stands up and leans on the edge of the desk,

"Yeah.. But your fans are going to rip me apart... I'm not really.. Conventional?"

"We'll figure it out okay?"

"Okay..."

"So... It was viral years ago. But do you think fans will realize you were the girl at the fan event and you struggled to shake hands with me and greeting Onew hyung instead?"

"Yes, because Onew laughed at you because you kept your hands out waiting and just shook your own hands when I didn't go back to you.."

Taemin rolls his eyes, remembering the video in question, reaching forward to pull the seat you were in, closer to him. He rests each hand on an arm rest and looks down at you with, kissing the crown of your head before catching your lips.

"Well now I got you back, and you are mine.."

#taemin x reader #taemin fluff #taemin scenario #taemin shinee #taemin #lee taemin #shinee #shinee x reader #taemin x female reader

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dandylovesturtles · 6 months

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Hello, Wheelchair Annon here again (my sister parked me in the corner). I hope you don’t mind me chiming in again…

One of the biggest things that changed from being able bodied to being in a wheelchair is other people’s attitudes towards me. This is in two main ways:

Talking to whoever is with me instead of talking directly to me, even if it’s about me. People act as if I am mentally incapable and unable to participate in conversation, or even just act like I’m not there.

No respect for my personal space. I’m talking random strangers and people I barely know doing stuff, usually without even talking to me. This has included: someone coming up behind me and rocking my wheelchair back and forth; someone hanging sitting behind me hanging their jacket on the handles of my wheelchair; leaning on my wheelchair while in a lift; and messing with the controls of my electric wheelchair so I move even when I don’t want to.

How does Leo cope with this change in attitude towards him? (Does it actually happen, or are Yokai more egalitarian?). Leo considers himself the face man; how does he cope when other people don’t see him in the same way anymore? How does he cope when other non- human people don’t always see him as a person? (And does this factor into any issues he may have vis-a-vis growing up as a non human in a human world for the first 14 years of his life?)

(Also, I have a bunch more stuff I can think of relating to wheelchair use, being disabled, chronic fatigue and other stuff, but I really don’t want to overwhelm you. Would you like me to keep asking/pointing out stuff? I will not be offended if you say no!! <3)

Anon, PLEASE feel free to keep sending me these! Whatever you feel comfortable sharing! Like I said at the beginning of this, I'm able-bodied myself, so I can research all day but it's not the same as having lived experience, and I'm really grateful for your perspective! ^^

I've heard the horror stories from other wheelchair users about people just thinking they can do whatever they want with wheelchairs (which is insane to me, like, if you wouldn't rock a chair a stranger is sitting in why would you do that with a wheelchair??), it's why I included the whole point about how only the fam (+Hueso who is very responsible) is allowed to grab Leo's wheelchair handles without repercussion. It's still crazy to me that people just feel entitled to move your wheelchair or hang stuff off of it, though.

The thing about people no longer talking directly to you though, oof. I've heard people who are deaf talk about this happening but it makes sense that it would happen to wheelchair users too. I'm sorry that happens to you, anon.

To answer the questions... to start with, I don't think being accepted by humans is ever really a thing rise!Leo is particularly concerned with, and especially after they learned about yokai and the Hidden City he had other ways to fulfill his social needs that don't involve trying to get humans to accept being around mutant turtles. There is that little voice in the back of his head pointing out that he is Other, but in canon at least I don't think he lets it get him down too much.

as for yokai society itself, though, this is an interesting thing to think about! on one hand, yokai have a much greater mix of... appendage situations?? going on than humans do, so I wouldn't be surprised if the Hidden City is generally more accessible, just because shops are already factoring in that some of their customers won't have legs/arms/what have you. on the flip side, though, the chair itself is a pretty obvious visual indicator that even for his species Leo is disabled, and that would probably still lead to people talking to his siblings like he isn't there.

this would definitely be a hit to Leo's confidence, since it ties into the things he already struggles with. and to make things worse, I think it's one of those things that his family probably doesn't even realize is happening at first? especially because the experiences are spread around, so they're all getting fewer instances of it happening to notice than Leo is. but yeah I could see one of them going through a whole conversation without realizing that the person they're talking to hasn't talked to or directly responded to Leo once, and at the end they're like, "oh, they're so nice!" while Leo is sitting there feeling like he just got completely closed out of the conversation

I think Leo would just let it go for awhile at first. why would people want to talk to him, he's the failure brother! he may not even realize it's just a response to the wheelchair, initially. but as Leo gets healthier mentally (and maybe finds some community support, either online or in person), he'd start sticking up for himself more often.

I can imagine one day someone asks Raph, "Oh, how is Leo?" and Leo is like, "Leo's great, actually, his ears work just fine!" and that's the moment Raph realizes that this has been happening the whole time and for awhile Leo just let it happen and oops they just let it happen too

they are learning, though! nowhere to go but up!

#rottmnt #sidelined au

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suguwu · 2 months

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If I was in Bridgerton!au, I would be so shameless.

I would just shamelessly want Suguru's attention and for him to just take me as his bride.

I would drop my glove on purpose, so that I could kneel down and show off my cleavage.

I would wear jewellery that dips into my dress on purpose, teasing at the potential hidden beneath.

I would wear dresses that would show off my figure. I would pick out outfits carefully and wear the best jewellery.

I would try my very best to show off my knowledge. In fact, I would be so annoying as to prep before those balls, brushing up on my Cicero and Kant, just so that I could prove that I'm smart as hell. (Yes, I know and I can assume how women lived during the Regency era, but, at the same time, this is Bridgerton!au we are talking about, and it is fantastical, and so I am willing to fantasise, too, and imagine that I would have been educated, perhaps à la Ada Lovelace, who, if I remember correctly, was actually popular with the ton because of her 'brilliant mind'.)

I would sneak glances at him, and play a game of being simultaneously coy and playful.

I would try to make him notice me.

If he wouldn't notice me due to my looks, I would make him notice me through my intellect. If that wouldn't work, then I'd instigate a situation so that he would have to notice me—be it through purposefully staging an incident of accidentally knocking into him or actually coming up to him, or just conversing with someone around him and having him listen in on my conversation with someone, and purposefully sneaking in timely and pithily expressed comments on purposefully intelligent/obscure topics without making it seem as though I was trying to impress him too hard.

And if he did notice me, well, then I wouldn't let go of him.

I would try to keep on even toes with him because wouldn't he just love a challenge? I would just tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, coyly turn to the side, a shy smile adorning my face, as I would correct him, reminding him that he misquoted Alberti, trying to resist the urge not to look too smug.

And if I sensed his interest, then I'd dance with Satoru on purpose. And others, too. Perhaps I would even entertain a Duke or a foreign prince, too, maintaining eye contact with Suguru as the said Duke or foreign prince kissed my gloved hand. Or, perhaps, to be more scandalous, that hand would be free and exposed—lips brushing against bare skin.

If he'd be agreeable enough to entertain promenading with me, then I'd try to steer the conversation in a way that favours me, bringing up topics and things that I've read, and if he tried to steer the conversation in his favour, I would just coyly challenge him while maintaining a demure demeanour, straddling the line between brashness and propriety.

anon this is absolutely amazing, i salute your dedication to ensnaring suguru! honestly he probably knows what you're doing and is amused by it, but finds himself taken in by your charms!! manipulate those conversations and drop your fan at your feet! grab his attention in any way you can—it's worth it to get him.

#🪴.ask #anon

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year

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Christ dude, if I had the ability to remove the posts of other people, I wouldn't waste it on that. Where in the world can I remove a repost of an out of context screenshot of a bad thought I had from other people's dashes? Is that the fantasy world yanks live in where they can do anything by tweeting about it? Or make believe?

How the fuck do I know someone is trans by their name? People are named after werewolves and robots on here. Or do you think I'm some sort of mini giant? Or are you mad I took just as much time researching the project as they did with a screenshot?

What I actually object to is the death threats after I apologized. Cowardly hidden ones like the spineless morons all yanks are. If you want to spread transphobia, go ahead. If you want to spread the whole conversation where I learned and grew and maybe make someone feel hope in the world, go ahead. I can't stop you. It's not like Yanks cares about learning. But fine. You've taught me to never apologize again, because yanks smell blood I the water and have to rage wank over something because their country is a lead filled landfill. I get that.

It's not like I'm sending anonymous death threats. That's harassment. I messaged people privately to have a private conversation, or are you only concerned with public performance? If you are, you're doing a bad job.

Cool, I can't move on. I get told to commit suicide every fucking day by brain dead morons. I can't control that either, so maybe if they cared about peace, they wouldn't pretend to be so big and strong from the shadows to a attempted murder victim. But, even if your kind (yanks) has proven its impossible and pointless to do an apology, I'll still apologize for saying that word that's as apparently as bad as telling someone you hope the get kicked to death.

dude i have blocked like three anons from you now leave me alone?????? i have no idea who you are or what your issue is with me other than the fact you keep sending me ridiculous multi-paragraph anons abt “yanks.”

#ask avishai

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loveinamystery · 7 months

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I didn't know that questions disappear when you answer them once 🙃🙃

The other question:

And canon wise, what's one scene you wish you got more off? Like Takei expanding more or showing more 👀

Hao vs Anna

100%

Give that whole fight to me.

Extend it.

I fucking loved this 'fight' in the main series. Why? Because we go to see how strong Anna actually is, and she wasn't even using her strength.

My girl is so strong and powerful. I loved seeing her like this!

The dialogue between Hao and Anna during this fight is what I most enjoy.

Hao's intense demands to know who Anna really is. Why he can't read her mind? What is she really hiding?

Anna's refusal to back down or give Hao the satisfaction of being taken seriously.

The whole idea of maybe, Anna isn't just Anna.

Hao asks Anna, in so many words, why did she send the others away to get help and stay behind? He hints that maybe Anna has something she doesn't want them to see. And this idea lives rent free in my mind.

Big brain moment

1. Anna could have a hidden power she is hiding. Anna is now at a stage in her life that she is happy. She has friends and Yoh. She has a family. What if Anna is scared that if said friends and family saw how powerful she actually was, that they would compare her to Hao and/or be afraid of her.

That thought of losing everything you have built up.

That maybe you kept these walls up for so long, and finally you have been letting them down to let people in and...? You could lose it all.

2. Anna doesn't actually know her full powers and it scares her.

Anna has never been shown to get too involved in fighting. That has many reasons to it, and that isn't this post's aim. But, just a thought, Anna could actually be too scared to use her full powers incase she loses control of it and we have Oh!Oni 2.0

You can be confident in yourself, but you still have that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that it could all go wrong. And with what happened to Anna, I wouldn't blame her.

Anna is Anna sure.

But who is Anna?

So much of her is still a mystery and it eats away at me.

Another thing I would love to see with this fight is what happened after Yoh appeared.

I would have loved to see this conversation.

Just make me a fly on the tree.

I want to know what is happening!

Anyway, I'm sorry I answered this outside the answer anon 😭 I hope you don't mind my rambles! ✨️

#shaman king #anna kyoyama #yoh asakura #hao asakura

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silverbladexyz · 1 year

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Hiiii congrats on 100 followers!! I was wondering if I could get a match up? Maybe mentor or sibling figure? Happy either way tho. I know I sent this in a little late so please ignore this if you've got too many requests :)

I use any pronouns, mbti is infp-a, I'm caught up with the manga but I haven't yet read the light novels!

It might take a bit of time but I get along with most people, I really try not to at times but as soon as they tell me even something remotely personal to them I tend to get soft ;; though id say, it's very difficult for me to get along with people who blame other people for their own mistakes and then just sit there crying about it when it's completely on them. If something is your fault and you start to get overwhelmed because of it that's totally okay and I understand, it's just when they blame other people that pisses me off. Those are the kind of people I really dislike but if u give me enough time with them I'm sure I'll warm up eventually. ANYWAY

im very into reading, art and animation, I like to make jewelry and do embroidery, baking and dance, and I play bass. That's all that comes to mind for hobbies I don't really do many extracurriculars in my free time either I use to do a few martial arts but that was a few years ago now :p

Anyway thank you very much ♥️ hope ur having a good week and I hope ur blog continues to grow and thrive :DD

Also fr just ignore this if its too late

Hi anon!!! Thank you for the kind words >.< and it was quite nice writing your matchups, so enjoy :)

The images used are not mine. They belong to their original owners.

Calculating...

Your mentor is... FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY!!!

-Fyodor is an intense mentor; he would be training you nonstop for your missions. He will give you breaks, however these breaks are short-lived. Literally when you've sat down and had a breather, he would start to teach you again

-He likes how you're quiet and observant. Fyodor doesn't really see anything wrong in observing other people before interacting with them; in fact, he encourages it even. He does give you some tips if you're suddenly forced into conversation with someone, because sometimes it happens on missions and he would hate it if you couldn't handle it well

-Fyodor was not expecting your talkative side anytime soon. On one hand he's glad how you don't trust people easily, but on the other hand he's slightly confused on why you kept it hidden for so long. He thinks that with the right training, your energetic side would be quite beneficial in missions

-He also appreciates how you communicate. Fyodor isn't someone who is really in touch with emotions, and he prefers keeping conversations straightforward and logical. Communicating through writing is probably more efficient because Fyodor is a very busy man, so he wouldn't have a lot of time to have a full-on face to face conversation

-Learning new things? Ask and you shall receive. Fyodor has a lot of knowledge hidden in that anaemic self of his, and he will gladly teach his dear student anything that you asked him to. When he's teaching you, he has this way of keeping lessons informative and interesting, so interesting that you never want him to stop teaching. He secretly likes your willingness to learn

-Affection? There is nothing more foreign in Fyodor's vocabulary book. I wouldn't recommend touching him though, because not only would it be awkward, his skin is also cold as ice and not to mention there's the danger of his ability accidentally activating. But compliment him, give him some hand-made gifts, and he will slowly get used to it. It still is kind of awkward for him, but I'm sure he can manage it

-Fyodor also likes your artistic hobbies. I'm pretty sure he would drop you some book recommendations to read in your spare time, and he has really good taste in books. He will look at and compliment your artworks and embroidery, and even listen to you play bass! Needless to say, he is a lover of art and he is secretly happy that his student shares the same love

-Nowww Fyodor will most likely teach you the skills of conversation. Such as how to gather information, how to gain someone's trust quickly, how to manipulate someone even; needless to say, you wouldn't have social anxiety anymore 👍

-He would make one of his subordinates teach you self-defence. Your martial arts experience comes in handy, because being part of Fyodor's organisation is quite dangerous. Even when Fyodor makes sure you don't run into too dangerous situations, it's still better to be safe than sorry

-Apart from your lessons, Fyodor wouldn't really have a lot of spare time to spend with you. So he might ask Ivan or Nikolai to keep you company, but in his (rare) breaks he would be perfectly happy to spend time with you, perhaps even engaging in conversation with you every now and then

-He cares for you in his own way. Your missions have lower risks than the other subordinates, because Fyodor plans it all out and makes sure that there's nothing you can't handle. Even when he's still his own nonchalant self around you, he is secretly more relaxed when he's around you

-Nobody dares to mess with you, because who would want to mess with the devil's student? You definitely get some privileges, because Fyodor’s subordinates all respect you and listen to you. If someone still dares to pick a fight with you then say goodbye to them because they won’t wake up the next morning

-Chess games! You always lose but it’s fun playing against Fyodor. He teaches you a few tips and tricks, and even if you know nothing about chess he still makes it a fun experience. I’m pretty sure that under his guidance, you could become a state chess player

-Fyodor is a very interesting mentor... and he teaches you what he knows so that one day, you will succeed him

And last but not least, your sibling figure is... NIKOLAI GOGOL!!!

-He’s quite a chaotic and interesting brother figure

-Nikolai didn’t really mind your quiet personality at first; he’s already used to Fyodor. He would continue to talk with you energetically, and I feel like he would be the type of person you would click with

-He was pleasantly surprised at your talkative and affectionate side. Nikolai feels honoured that you trust him enough, and he is so going to reciprocate the platonic affection x10. Basically complimenting you everyday, hugs, headpats, even piggyback rides if you asked for it

-He lovessss receiving your handmade gifts. Nikolai basically goes ‘did you make this for me?’ before showing it to everyone and saying how awesome his little sibling was. He also tries giving you his own hand-made gifts, and even when some of them may be weird, the thought’s still there

-I feel like he might like art too. Drawing and painting? You could draw anything and Nikolai would hang it on his bedroom wall. Making jewellery and embroidery? Just tell Nikolai and he would immediately be aweing at your handiwork. He finds dancing very cool and would be down to learning it from you. And baking? Just say the word and Nikolai is immediately getting all the ingredients and equipment for you

-Would totally want you to teach him bass. Mostly so that he could mess around with Fyodor, but he will sometimes be serious and play a piece on the bass. You should advise him to watch Davie504 (he’s an awesome bassist and youtuber)

-Nikolai would also love to teach you anything that you asked for. Such as how to fight an opponent, how to keep a conversation interesting, and even some magic tricks! He loves doing small magic shows for you, especially when you’re upset. He likes it when you laugh, because your laughter is so precious to him

-Please but if you’re upset, he would listen to you rant or cry and afterwards would say a few words of encouragement. Would also give you hugs, but these hugs last longer and have far more deeper meaning. Nikolai cares about you a lot and just wants to see you happy and free

-That one time somebody hurt you, he immediately took care of them. No questions asked. And let’s say that the way that he took care of them was not the prettiest to say the least...

-Anyways, he loves taking you out to places to hang out! Such as amusement parks, circuses, fun fairs, you name it! Nikolai loves spending time with you, and why not spend some time together doing fun stuff? Of course, he also is perfectly happy staying in comfortable silence with you too

-An eccentric but caring older brother otherwise. Nikolai seeks the ultimate freedom for both of you

Sorry that this was kinda late!

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd platonic #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #silverbladexyz's 100 follower event

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years

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Heyyy!! Got a sentence suggestion for ya :D maybe “Duo Tickle Attack, GO!!” With ler!Peter2 and ler!MJ, and lee!peter1?? :))

(Okay! This is so cute because they totally would!! 😍 Thank you Anon for your cute sentence suggestion!)

"Duo tickle attack, go!"

Peter 1 squealed loudly before dissolving into loud laughter.

"This is what you get for pouting all through dinner." Peter 2 teased as he nuzzled into the youngest's neck.

"IHM SORREEE!"

"Go easy on him tiger." MJ added. "He's just had a rough day."

Peter 1 would have appreciated the sentiment if her fingers weren't currently spidering across his tummy. It was true, between school, work, and adult life, One's day had been brutal.

He had tried to keep it hidden during dinner, but his current situation told him had failed.

Peter 2 lifted his head. "Mmm---guess your right. Trying to cheer him up, not kill him."

"Exactly, so place nice."

"Plehease!"

"I thought I was."

"Try the kisses instead. Those are more gentle."

"No wahait."

Two grinned. "What a great idea."

One squealed again and wriggled in Peter 2's bear hug of a hold. He couldn't go far though---not that he wanted to.

"Aww, there's that smile." MJ cooed as her fingers crawled a little higher. "I missed it during dinner."

"Me too." Two replied as he placed a kiss close to the youngest's ear.

One's cheeks blushed bright red at the comments. "Yohou guhuys ahare meHEAN!"

"We can't help it!" Two protested before he nuzzled into the Peter 1's cheek. "You're sow cuuuuuuwte!"

One squeaked and felt his face flushed bright red. "Shuhuhush!"

"Whyyy?" Peter protested as he leaned closer to whisper, "doews the baby tawk make youw even mowre tickwish?"

One could only squeak from the ticklish sensation near his ear.

"Oh? So the baby talk really gets him?"

"Noho!"

Two turned to MJ. "Oh absolutely. He turns into a giggly tomato when you do it. Try it."

MJ beamed as she reached forward to tickle under Peter 1's chin. "Aww, youw're such a cuwtie. Wook at that smiwe!"

Peter 1 groaned through his giggles. "Nohot cuhuhute."

MJ booped Peter 1's nose. "More pwecious than anything."

Peter 1 giggled and blushed even harder.

"Aww, you do look like a giggly tomato."

"I told you! He's just full of adorableness."

"Stohop." Peter 1 groaned as he tried to hide his face into Peter 2's shoulder.

The oldest brother chuckled and squeezed him close. "I think we embarrassed him."

Peter 1 laid there and let his giggles subside. Yeah, he was embarrassed, but it felt so good to laugh after a nightmare of a day. Especially when he was with two people he loved.

The smiles, the teases, all of it made him feel safe and warm. This was a feeling he hadn't felt after Aunt May passed away---and he never realized how much he missed that feeling.

A gentle squeeze near his elbow brought Peter 1's attention back to the present. "Peter?"

He turned to MJ "Do you want us to stop?"

Peter 1 could hear the genuine concern in her voice. When he looked from her to Two, even the oldest nodded in agreement.

But did he want them to stop?

"I--I mean. . ."

"It's whatever you want Bug."

Then one really wanted to laugh a little longer.

So he cuddled closer to Peter 2 and quietly replied. "Maybe . . . maybe just a little longer?"

"Is that what you want?"

Peter 1 grinned and nodded.

He felt Peter 2's chest vibrate with a laugh. "I knew you loved it."

One blushed and hid his face. "Shush!"

He heard Peter 2 and MJ laugh.

He thought if he stayed hidden then they wouldn't tease him for the shade of red his face had become. This means he wasn't paying attention to Peter 2 and MJs's conversation, nor did he notice when MJ scooted down.

He finally perked up when he felt a raspberry get blown on his stomach. "NAAAAHAHA!"

"Gotta come out of hiding bud. Or she'll blow another one."

One tensed but stayed stubbornly in place.

"You're choice sweetie."

Another raspberry was blown and finally Peter 1 turned. "EEEEEHEEEHEE!"

When he turned, he found MJ grinning back at him. "There's the baby."

"Nohot a baby!"

"Technically, you're the baby of our bunch." Peter 2 explained. "So you're our baby."

One's face hurt from smiling so much. "I-I guess that's okay."

Both Two and MJ cooed at him.

"I know something fun we can try."

"W-whahat?"

MJ grinned before spidering her fingers up Peter 1's belly. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout."

The youngest giggled his heart out at the childness, but didn't tell her to stop.

"Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

One screeched when one of her fingers slid down into his belly button. "Thahat tihickles!"

That's when Peyer 2 wriggled his fingers into Peter 1's ribs. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain."

"AHH! NAHAHA!"

His laughter shot up in pitch when one set of nails went up his tummy and and the other set stayed at his ribs. "And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again."

"NAHAT THEHER-EEE!"

Peter 1 snorted.

MJ gasped. "Aww! I haven't heard you make that sound before!"

"Isn't it adorable?"

"NAHAT ADOHORABLEEE!"

Peter 2 winked at MJ. "Watch this?"

The eldest dropped his head into the crook of Peter 1's neck and blew a raspberry, causing the youngest to squeal before he snorted again.

"That's the cutest thing ever."

"NOHO IM NOHOT!"

"Aww, look at that grin. I just gotta eat you up."

For the next few minutes, Peter 1 was cooed at and baby talked to, but he was also given so many tickles, kisses, and love. It wrapped around him like a warm blanket. His muscles relaxed, his heart felt lighter, and he couldn't keep the smile off of his face.

Soon, both Peter 2 and MJ could tell he was getting tired and stopped the tickle attack.

"W-wait, ahare you dohone already?"

"Time to get some sleep Bug."

"Mmmnot tired." Peter 1 protested as he rubbed his eyes.

Both Peter 2 and MJ chuckled as they readjusted Peter 1 to rest in between them.

"You guys can---can keep going." One mumbled as he leaned against Peter 2's shoulder.

MJ stroked Peter 1's hair. "Shhh, I know you're having fun honey, but now it's time to sleep."

Peter 2 rubbed one of his arms. "You're eyes are even struggling to stay open. Let's get some sleep so we can play again later."

Peter 1 simply cuddled closer as his eyes drifted shut. "Love you guys."

He was asleep before he could hear the 'we love you too' response, but after tonight, he already knew.

#lee Peter 1 #ler Peter 2 #ler MJ #ticklefic

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underburningstars · 2 years

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What about a starker soulmate au where name is written on their back (Ex: P.P. t.s) tony mistakenly thinks that pepper is his soulmate. He and her dated for years until she told him the truth. Tony found peter

Hope you like it anon.

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : Soulmates, Not AOU compliant, Not CACW compliant, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Mentioned Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

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Tony considered himself an extremely lucky man. At least in the soulmate department.

When he was a kid, he couldn't wait to meet someone with TS written on them. Just like he had PP written on his back.

Meeting Pepper Potts was an absolute blessing. He couldn't have asked for a better soulmate. She was absolutely perfect.

Even when he was being a mess, Pepper always took care of him.

More so, after Afghanistan. Though she didn't support him being Iron man, Tony knew that it was because she was worried about him.

She stayed by his side even after New York and when Mandarin.

Tony always thought that even if he lost everything, he'd always have Pepper.

That is until that one fateful night.

"I found my soulmate." Pepper suddenly said.

Tony didn't understand the meaning of this conversation, "Yes? You did. I'm sitting right here." Tony's forehead furrowed in confusion.

"No, Tony. I-we, we're not soulmates Tony." Now that Tony thought about it, Pepper never showed Tony her mark.

Tony inhaled sharply, "What do you mean, Pep?"

"Tony I'm sorry. I just-I love you Tony. Even without the soulmate name. And-and I knew it was a big thing for you. I shouldn't have hidden it from you. I'm sorry for that. I found my soulmate Tony. And I want to form a bond with him." silence filled them. None of them knew what to say anymore.

"Pep, you should leave today."

"Tony, please-"

"We'll talk tomorrow. Maybe. Or better, we wouldn't talk about this at all. Let's just pretend that you never lied to me and this is a normal break up because you found your soulmate. Technically, it's true in your case." Tony got up and went to his lab, leaving a crying Pepper alone.

That's exactly what they did. They never talked about it ever again. Pepper moved out. And they still talked about SI related stuff together. But that's it.

Tony started drinking more, much to Rhodey and Steve's displeasure and worry. But eventually, he pulled himself together.

He had to. He was Iron Man after all. The world wouldn't wait until he was over his disastrous breakup.

Steve found his extremely unstable hundred year old best friend. Tony created BARF to help him go from unstable to semi-stable.

With Barnes, Sam came too. Soulmates, a package deal. Good thing Sam was useful and funny. Tony liked him.

Steve thinks they should expand the team, with the increasing amount of threats and creative villains they're falling short. Tony agrees.

Steve brings Wanda, whose powers need working. So, Tony creates a practice arena for her. That melts her icy nature towards him.

Tony is looking for recruites too. More specifically, he is looking for a onesie wearing web slinger from YouTube.

The web slinger, it turns out is called Peter Perker (his name has PP too, his brain supplies, but Tony has stopped believing such simple things already), lives with his aunt, is a junior in Columbia, he's perfect.

Peter, as Tony understands after meeting him, is absolutely brilliant. But he lacks a considerable amount of sef preservation. Not that Tony's anyone to say that. But he never said he's not a hypocrite.

So he makes Peter a suit. Something that'll protect him from bad guys and also from himself.

Although he totally should've seen this coming, Tony didn't. He never expected to strike a friendship with Peter. But the boy's a genius and Tony can talk to him for hours without getting bored.

The only problem is the way Peter looks at him. It would be fine if it was a crush. Really, a bit of hero worship is acceptable.

But the extremely fond look in Peter's eyes say that it's much much more than simple hero worship.

The even bigger problem. It's that Tony wants to look right back at Peter in the exact same way. He wants to pull the boy close, kiss him, hold him and sometimes (often) bend him over the desk.

Tony knows he could just ask Peter what his soul mark is. Peter would tell him without a second thought. If Tony heard it from Peter that his mark isn't TS. That the PP is yet again, another coincidence, then he could just let go. But he doesn't have the courage for that. He doesn’t want to know. Doesn't want to get hurt anymore. So Tony doesn't ask him.

In the end, to save both of them from getting hurt, Tony does what any wise man would do. He avoids Peter. He stops coming to their Kab hang outs (dates) and doesn't patrol or go to missions with him any more.

Nat sometimes looks at him with narrowed eyes but to his great relief doesn't say anything.

This goes on for a month, which is longer than Tony expected, before Peter ambushes him one day. Since it's not lab day, Tony didn't expect Peter to come. And JARVIS, that traitor, didn't even warn him.

Now he's cornered in his own lab with an angry looking Peter Parker standing in front of him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Peter asks.

"Who's avoiding you? I'm not avoiding you." Tony can see Peter's eyes twitch in annoyance.

"Tony, I'm not kidding. Why are you avoiding me?" Peter glared at him.

"I'm not avoiding you, Peter. It's just-I'm busy these days. With SI and Iron Man. I just couldn't make much time." Tony can see that Peter saw right through his bullshit.

"Oh yeah? Yiu have time to watch movies with Clint and go to the arcade with Wanda. But you're too busy for me, huh?"

"Uhh..."

"Really Tony, just-" all fight leat Peter's body as he deflated, "tell me why are you doing this? Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?"

Tony's heart clenched at how tired Peter sounded, "No, Pete. It's-it's me, okay? I'm the problem here. So don't blame yourself."

"Then talk to me, Tony. Let's fix it. Please, I miss you." Peter whispered the last part.

"Do you know why me and Pepper broke up?"

Peter looked confused at the change of topic but replied anyway, "Yes? She found her soulmate?"

"Yeah, she did. But before that for all the years we dated I thought Pepper was my soulmate. We're both to blame. She never corrected me and I never asked for clarification. But yeah that's what happened." Tony could see realization color Peter's face, "Yes, Pete. My letters are PP. It's just that-you're so wonderful and I don't want to get rejected onc-"

"Ask me what my letters are?" Peter cut him off.

"What?"

"Come'on. Ask me. Ask me what my letters are?"

"What are your letters Peter?" Tony sighed.

"It's TS." Tony froze.

"What did you say?" to answer Tony's question Peter moved his collar a bit and there tony could see it. The TS written in bold letters.

"So, are you not gonna kiss me to-" before Peter could finish the sentence, Tony's lips were on his.

#tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #peter x tony #starker #starker community #starker fandom #ao3 #fanfiction #marvel #avengers #soulmate

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memosminifridge · 2 years

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Hi!! Is it okay if I ask what you see in Nandor and Guillermo? As a ship. I binged the whole show and idk it just feels like Nandor isn’t really into him :( he’s always so mean. If he was nicer I’d probably ship it myself but I’d really like to know why people like it so much despite the fact?

Hello anon thanks for asking!! I'm about to out myself as an undeniable dweeb by taking this mission extremely seriously.

First, I want you to know I was like you at first. I fell almost immediately in love with Guillermo as a character and, although Nandor is hawt, I felt Guillermo deserved much better in a partner than his boss who is mean to him. AND, were these somehow real events and real people, I’d say no, this relationship is quite flawed and both parties should probably stay far away from each other. But since it’s fiction, the ~themes~ and ~dynamics~ of the relationship are more important to those of us who are on board!

My personal Nandermo awakening happened around the time of Gail/The Cloak, where with "It's not gonna last" and "No we're just work friends" (and later on, "My Nan-master," Guillermo hugging the Nandor dolly etc) it was confirmed that Guillermo at least has feelings for Nandor and that this is a plotline that will be explored further. With that in mind, I saw with new eyes several things that happened previously...

At this juncture I want to quote a good post by @nonagethimus which lays things out very simply:

whats so good about guillermo and nandor's relationship is that they both have stupidly complicated feelings about the other. if guillermo was just starry-eyed in love with nandor their story would be boring, and if he just secretly hated him it wouldn't work. if nandor only ever looked down on guillermo and didn't care about his life or feelings the whole thing would be pathetic, and if he secretly loved him from the start it would be cliché. what's great is that guillermo deeply admires nandor and also thinks he is stupid, childish and hapless. and what's great is that nandor treats guillermo badly and genuinely finds him kind of pathetic and yet he would rather die than let guillermo take the fall for them in s1 and is completely miserable and lost whenever guillermo leaves him

It’s complicated; both parties feel both affection and trepidation towards one another, which is what makes it so intriguing. For me the most important throughline on Nandor’s side is the tension between his own looong-felt obligation to appear powerful and relentless to his subordinates, and the genuine but well-hidden care he feels for Guillermo. He feels he is expected to treat Guillermo harshly, but is often much nicer to him when they are alone.

As early as Manhattan Nightclub, we see the whole underlying theme of “Nandor needs a friend” conclude with Nandor confessing that Guillermo is his friend, only for him to not be able to handle admitting it and immediately take it back.

In the Celeste episode, Nandor gets rather vulnerable (for him) and admits he is very unhappy without Guillermo around and even concedes a bit of his power and gives him a gift that he actually wanted in order to get him back. Though Guillermo is standoffish at first, he quickly accepts and goes in for a hug (which Nandor isn’t ready for, but still).

In the s2 finale when Guillermo leaves again, Nandor says the telling line, “I drove him away, didn’t I? Perhaps I should have been a bit more aloof with him.” Against all common sense, this suggests that every time Nandor is standoffish with Guillermo, turns down hugs, and abruptly says something mean when conversations get too respectful or affectionate, that’s him actively TRYING to get Guillermo to stay! The way he keeps promising to turn him but never does, that’s Nandor being afraid that Guillermo would leave for good after getting “what he wants.”

But, the juicy part is, we know that Guillermo actually loves Nandor for more than just his ability to turn him, and that Guillermo would, in all likelihood, wish to continue their partnership whether he was turned into a vampire or not!

Then Theatre des Vampires happens. Guillermo continues caring for Nandor despite being caged, and Nandor fights against his roommates and all vampire tradition to prevent Guillermo from being killed. He has been doing this, in fact, from as early as the first vampiric council meeting, through the Topher episode, and again in the beginning of s3. He cares, undeniably, despite his relentless facade! And he admits that at the beginning of Wellness Center.

And at the end of Wellness Center, while Guillermo is heroically and sexily rescuing Nandor, Nandor objects verbally, but he still takes Guillermo’s hand. He waits patiently while Guillermo kicks vampire ass, and he takes his hand again and again. He’s down bad for Guillermo, but he STILL won’t admit it even to himself! And that’s just juicy!!!

The dynamic continues through “Farewell” (the super slumber ep) and builds to a devastating climax that seems so inconsequential on the surface, when Nandor agrees to take Guillermo’s bag to the train station, and actually follows through. This seems like the most basic favor. BUT! This really indicates Nandor is starting to understand, through his own extreme hardheadedness, that Guillermo will fight and risk it all for him, and he allows himself a tiny act of kindness, trusting that Guillermo will stay “despite” this. And then Laszlo fucks that up lol

In conclusion, they love each other in spite of themselves, but neither of them wants to admit it, and that is the Austenesque romance dynamic we’ve all been eating up since forever!! If it’s not for you, it’s not for you, and that’s fine. Everyone’s different. But it’s For Me big time lmao

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to sort through this! Sorry it got so long lol, I never get asks so it was building up inside me. I know I missed stuff, if anyone wants to add on feel free! (cuz this is obviously not long enough lol /s)

#nandermo #my post #wwdits analysis #ask #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz

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esther-dot · 1 year

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So re Jon's legitimacy v. bastardy conversation. FWIW, when the annulment/marriage plot point was revealed in season 7, Linda of Elio and Linda fame, had a twitter conversation with another user and Linda basically implied she was skeptical of the annulment because it wouldn't fit in-universe rules and a poly-marriage would have made more sense as there is "precedent" for that (because ya know targs are going to targ). Linda and Elio are essentially GRRM's canon fact checkers so I found that interesting. Also, in one of Jaime's flashbacks I think, this was after the rebellion popped off and R decided to show his face in KL I suppose (so I'm assuming after any alleged marriage took place/after L got knocked up), he told Jaime something to the effect that he was putting "my wife and children" in your hands/care (which lmao). So he did still refer to E as his wife which I know, I know the bar is in hell. Don't get me wrong, R is POS but I do think in his warped mind he did care for E, didn't think he humiliated beyond comprehension (yet again, lmao), and loved his children. Also, wasn't he obsessed with the "dragon having three heads" so I don't think in his mind he intended to throw away E and their children (I'm not saying I agree with that sentiment myself) but in terms of GRRM's authorial intent I think this is where he was getting at.

(in reference to this convo)

Oh, thank you for that info, anon! I’ve never followed those people closely but I’ve certainly heard them mentioned a lot, and know Martin considers them kinda experts on his world. (How weird is it to think about reminding the author of what he has written!) I’ve been struck by some of Martin’s comments to fans about them thinking about a certain thing more than he has or his recent comment about how he’s making things up as he goes along and felt that as fans, we look at things on a very strict/nailed down kinda way, whereas for him, the endpoint for our mains are fixed, but he’s exploring his world and developing it as he goes. Something I find so interesting is that he’s chosen to write about the past and the future, unfolding things as we read that change what we know, that mean what we know isn't.

With the entire fandom agreeing about R+L=J, it's easy to forget that technically, it's still a mystery being spun-out. To me, it is so omnipresent, it requires plot significance ie I feel that Jon will need to be trueborn and deal with the consequences of having a claim, but Martin has such a unique twist on things, it's hard to know which way that goes. He could take it mostly negative, the purpose be to derail Jon's life-- a subversion of how the hidden prince trope usually plays out-- and it be the means to dethrone him, not give him a happy ending. As in, say Jon is accepted as a legitimized Stark, becomes KitN, and then suddenly, this revelation. Usually unexpected parentage reveals result in a crown, Martin could decided to use it to take one away. After all, Robb wrote that will thinking Jon was his father’s son, and it seems to me that as understandable as his choice was in the moment (fears about the Lannisters getting Winterfell), I have to think Martin won’t “reward” it in the narrative by having it play out nice and neat. That solution seems destined to create chaos when we think of the R/L bombshell.

This:

Don't get me wrong, R is POS but I do think in his warped mind he did care for E

is something I've wondered about. Here is the line that I think you’re remembering:

Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. "I left my wife and children in your hands."

"I never thought he'd hurt them." Jaime's sword was burning less brightly now. "I was with the king . . ." (ASOS, Jaime VI)

which I think speaks more to Jaime’s feelings of failure/guilt than to Rhaegar’s perception of Elia since elsewhere there’s a mention of it being Aerys who wanted Jaime in KL. And yet, the way Martin writes about Rhaegar in different POVs and some of his comments made me think he feels very differently than I do about the character. The way Elia and Rhaenys' deaths are placed primarily on Tywin and The Mountain's heads which is true, except, none of that would have happened if Rhaegar hadn't set the whole catastrophe into motion with the Lyanna mess means I find the guy an absolute loser. I just can’t get past poor little Rhaenys hiding under his bed, thinking her father might save her when her father had run off with another woman in pursuit of an additional child. I suppose, the story is showing the dangers of being guided by prophecy and creating our own destruction, but in the words on the page, I don’t see the contempt that I feel for Rhaegar.

So yeah, I have my feelings and I try to differentiate between them and what Martin intended the takeaway to be.

#dot chat

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years

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Accidents Will Happen

Prompts: heya! i was wanting to know if you could maybe write more of the (Un)wanted universe with this prompt? (only if you want, of course.) so logan is doing sciencey stuff and virgils there, and maybe something goes wrong (either with magic or science or what) and it turns virgil into a kid, with no memory of any of the events of (un)wanted, and he’s pretty spooked. this small virgil sees janus and immediately flocks to him, which makes janus like ‘oh okay i guess i have to protect this with my life’. - anon

Hey! For your unwanted universe can we maybe see a five times the fea find virgil sleeping some where weird or where they wouldn't expect. Pls don't feel pressured If you don't want to tho.. Hope you have a great day! - anon

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Warnings: none! all soft and sweet

Pairings: dlampr

Word Count: 5708

Expect the unexpected, Logan had learned long ago, failure is a part of success. All data gleaned from an experiment is useful, especially when you couldn’t predict it or your prediction is wrong.

As he looks at the sleeping infant in front of him, haphazardly surrounded by blankets and pillows grabbed from a bed he rarely uses, he’s not quite sure it’s ever gotten to this.

It hadn’t been his intention starting out, no. He had been working on one of the new plant stimulants, trying to figure out the relationship between the nitrogen in the soil and its carnivorous appetites. Stimulating the plant’s roots had yielded impressive adaptations over controlled periods of time, and if he could get a soil sample from beyond the portal to test, progress would’ve been much faster.

Trouble is…

Logan had glanced up and seen Virgil working diligently on maintaining the crawling ivy on the opposite side of the garden. His purple notebook tucked under his arm, both hands occupied with twisting the tendrils around and around the trellis they’d somehow caught on. Logan had stopped writing for a moment, a small smile growing as he heard Virgil’s mumbled conversation with the ivy.

“I know, I know, climbing is fun. Trust me, the first time I figured out how the webs and legs worked, I was climbing all over everything. I think Remus had a heart attack when he saw me on the roof for the first time.”

Logan had hidden a chuckle. It wasn’t often that Remus was the one caught off-guard, much less actually scared. Seeing—well, hearing the shriek followed by an emphatic what the fuck, little monster?

Priceless.

“But you gotta pace yourself,” Virgil had scolded, “look, see how your stems are cracking already? You’re not strong enough to hold your entire weight like that, much less if you’ve wound yourself so tightly. If you just cling on for now, then you can get better at figuring out how leverage works and you’ll be able to contort yourself like this.”

He’d made a face as a flailing leaf had smacked him across the face.

“Hey! That’s not nice!”

Logan would not be going anywhere near the portal while Virgil was under his watch. No, thank you.

Not that Virgil couldn’t handle it. Logan wouldn’t dream of telling Virgil how to process his trauma, much less hover over his shoulder while he worked through things for himself. But Logan could be selfish too, and hold Virgil away from the threat of the portal for himself.

Or, more accurately, the threats that could lie beyond the portal.

He had looked back down at his calculations, mulling over the differences in the coefficients for the soil concentrates, and sighed.

“Logan?”

“Yes?”

“You okay? That was a really big sigh.”

Logan had stood, dusting his lap off. “Yes, I’m alright. Simply exhausted, it seems, by the things I don’t understand yet.”

Virgil had shrugged. “You’ll figure it out.”

Virgil’s quiet but assured confidence in him had made his chest feel a little bit lighter. He’d made his way around the plants and over to Virgil’s corner of the garden. He’d taken one of the ivy strands in hand and helped Virgil detangle it.

“Oh, thanks. I swear, even with all my legs and hands, I can’t do this by myself.”

“You’ve only got two opposable thumbs, that will make the utility of your legs a little more complicated.”

“Uh-huh. Why does Janus get six actual hands if he’s a snake?”

“Why does Janus insist on referring to his color as gold and not yellow?”

“Because he’s pretentious and dramatic.”

“There you are, then.”

Virgil had snorted, elbowing Logan. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“He’s heard me say it before, I will say it again.”

“I’m sure he will.”

“Careful, little one,” Logan had teased gently, “that almost sounds like a threat.”

“Who, me? No, no, never, what are you talking about?”

It had been Logan’s turn to laugh as Virgil hid dramatically behind a curtain of the ivy. “Oh, dear, where did my little one go?”

“Nowhere, don’t worry about it.”

“But I can hear him, therefore he must be close…”

“Dunno what you’re talking about, L.”

“Really?” Logan had gently poked at the curtain of ivy, smiling as a few prods elicited sharp squeals from the person behind it. “I certainly don’t remember this plant making this much noise.”

“Sounds—eep!—interesting. Maybe you should—ah!—write that down in your—not there!”

“In my what?”

“L-Logan! Logan, no!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“In your—eep!—notebook!”

“Ah, my notebook,” Logan had said, relenting, “yes, this would most certainly be something to write down.”

Virgil had breathed a sigh of relief as his hands left only to squeal again as Logan reached in and smoothly wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, pulling him free of the ivy.

“Hello, little one,” Logan had said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I think the ivy is plenty detangled now.”

Virgil had shaken his head, cheeks flushed. “Yeah, yeah, you go write things down.”

“But I’ve solved the mystery. It was my little one squeaking, not the ivy.”

“I did not squeak!”

Logan had simply raised an eyebrow and poked his side again.

“Oh, that’s what you meant by 'squeak.'”

“Quite. Now, would you like to help me with something else?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Could you help me pour some of the new solution onto the test plants?”

“Yeah, in the greenhouse?”

“Yes, right this way. It’s that bottle—yes, that one, that’s right. And then if you could just pour it into those pots along there, that would be wonderful. I just have to check the gauges over here.”

“Just these ones?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Cool, I—ah, shit—whoa!”

Logan had swung around at Virgil’s cry of alarm, eyes frantically scanning for what had gone wrong, only to see an empty greenhouse.

“Virgil?”

No response.

“Virgil!”

He had rushed around the edge of the planters and broken into a sprint only to almost trip over a small bundle lying on the ground. He had crouched down, heart in his throat, and gasped.

A baby human had been swamped by Virgil’s tunic, blinking up and around with bright purple eyes.

“Oh,” Logan had murmured, reaching out and letting the baby crawl toward him, “oh, little one…”

Somehow, somehow, the solution’s magic had turned Virgil into a baby. Alright. How?

Logan had wrapped the baby—Virgil in the tunic and set him carefully on the ground near the gauges. He pulled out the formula for the solution and squinted at it, summoning the blackboard to work on.

The nitrates had been calculated to stimulate growth but not overwhelm the system, the compounds had been perfectly balanced, but this was a fertilizer, how did it do something like this? Perhaps it was due to Virgil’s magic more than the solution? He would have to see.

Of course, he had forgotten that while they don’t move fast, mortal young are still very much capable of movement. By the time he looked up from his work, Virgil was nowhere to be seen.

“Virgil?” He had set everything down and run out. “Virgil!”

Virgil wasn’t in the main house. Nor was he hiding around the greenhouse. The garden was empty. Where…where?

On a whim—or a last desperate hope—he drew back the curtain of ivy. His eyes had widened.

Little baby Virgil, curled around the sapling of a great elder moss tree, sleeping soundly.

Expect the unexpected indeed.

Remus isn’t exactly what he’d call dispassionate about what Logan gets up to in his mad scientist workshops. Have you seen the shit he can get up to? There’s no end to how many things they can do, especially when Remus can convince Logan to come breathe under the lake with him. They’ve still got the remains of the eldritch kelp beasts that Oliver likes to play with.

So when Logan summons them all to his workshop and stands there looking like the perfect mix of intrigue, pride, and mortal terror, Remus knows it’s gonna be good.

It’s a great deal more adorable than Remus was expecting, that’s for sure.

Patton full-on gasps when Logan shows them the slumbering infant. Roman slowly covers his mouth with his hands, eyes fixed on the way Virgil’s little chest goes up and down, up and down. Janus glances sharply at Logan, no doubt wondering if this was on purpose or not.

Remus doesn’t give a shit, this is the coolest potato he’s ever met.

The fact that it’s his little monster just makes it better.

“I don’t know exactly how it happened,” Logan explains in a hushed voice, “but if you give me enough time, I think I can figure it out.”

“Is he okay?” Patton leans a little closer, squinting at the little baby. “Not hurt or anything?”

“He was well enough when I looked at him the first time, and he’s clearly well enough to crawl from the greenhouse to over here without me noticing.”

“Perhaps you should pay closer attention,” Janus says.

Remus winces. Janny’s voice has the awful habit of getting real sharp real quick when he’s upset and trying to hide it. Logan takes it on the chin, pulling out his notebook and scribbling something down.

“I can handle it,” he says, “I have a few theories already. I have all the samples I need, there won’t be any issues. I just need time.”

“You need us to watch the baby,” Roman guesses, watching a still-sleeping Virgil wriggle and reach toward the elder moss sapling.

“Yes. It wouldn’t do to have my focus torn between trying to keep Virgil safe and trying to reverse the process.”

“I’ll take him.”

Everyone turns to stare at Remus in shock.

“What?” Unbidden, a sense of shame rises to his cheeks. What the fuck is this? Why is this here? Remus can take care of a baby! He’s good at that! “I’ll keep him safe, I promise!”

“He’s really fragile right now, Re.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Roman says, knocking his forehead against Remus’s, “sorry. I just—I know you were supposed to help Oliver exercise this morning.”

“Eh, he can do that on his own, he’s a big boy.” Remus reaches for the baby. “This is a little boy. I can take care of that much easier.”

He doesn’t miss the way Janus stiffens ever so slightly as he tucks baby Virgil into his arms. But when he sees Remus support the head, tuck him up against his chest, and the way Virgil’s chubby little baby fingers curl into Remus’s sash, he relaxes.

“I’m gonna go take him somewhere so Lolo can get to work,” he announces, still quiet enough to let Virgil sleep, “and I don’t think you lot will be very useful either.”

Without waiting for replies, Remus sets off, walking out of Logan’s room and into the forest proper.

The soft bouncing of his stride gently wakes the baby, bright purple eyes blinking open and turning up to stare at him.

“Hey there, little monster,” Remus coos, bouncing him a little more, “we’re gonna go for a walk, okay?”

The baby gurgles. A font of saliva pours onto Remus’s chest.

“That’s so cool, little monster. You just make so much of that, don’t you? Yeah?”

Another happy gurgle and a fat fist waves around.

“Yeah, you waving? What’re you waving at? You waving at the trees? They can’t wave back, silly, but they’re happy to see you too.”

Remus keeps up the idle chatter until they reach the lake. Virgil’s eyes widen with delight at seeing the sun sparkle across the surface of the water, reaching out and making little grabby hands.

“No, no, none of that, little monster,” Remus says, holding Virgil tightly against his chest, “uh-uh. You’re too little to swim, and there’s no way I’m letting you go.”

Virgil lets out an unhappy chirp, still reaching. Remus sighs.

“Okay. We can go down to the lake, but you’re not getting in.”

He crouches carefully by the water where it’s shallow, letting Virgil reach down and splash. Terror grips his chest every time Virgil tips a little too far forward, but he’s got a tight grip on Remus’s sash with the other hand and they’re only a few inches off the ground anyway.

“Yeah?” Remus smiles when Virgil lets out a happy squeal. “Yeah? You like that?”

Something soft and warm and fuzzy emanates from Virgil and Remus shudders. Oh, okay, so Virgil just got made smaller, then, because his fae connections are clearly working just as well as they were before.

“Alright, alright,” Remus mutters, “no need to get all sappy on me.”

Larger ripples appear near the center of the lake.

Remus quickly pulls Virgil away from the lake, shushing the unhappy gurgles and heading for one of the higher hills. He sits down with Virgil in his lap and watches Oliver rise, shaking off the water and looking around. The kraken spots them and makes his way over will a happy trill.

“Sorry, buddy, we’re not working out today.”

Oliver slows, chirping in confusion. Remus shifts the bundle of mortal baby in his lap.

“We’re on babysitting duty.”

Careful not to let Virgil get too close to the edge—or out of his arms for that matter—Remus carefully lifts up the baby so he and Oliver can see each other.

“You remember Virgil, yeah?”

Oliver harrumphs, drawing back in shock, tentacles puffing up.

“No, no, he’s fine, Ollie, he’s just small right now.”

The kraken burbles.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be back to normal in a bit, don’t worry. He’s fine, see? Do you wanna say hi?” Remus looks down at the baby, whose purple eyes are wide with wonder. “I think he wants to say hi to you.”

Slowly, so slowly, kraken and baby reach for each other, Remus keeping a tight hold on baby while instructing Oliver to be careful. A tiny hand reaches for a tentacle, the tentacle laying on the grass as the baby pats it clumsily.

“See?” Remus smiles and rubs the baby’s back. “You both know each other.”

Virgil curls further into Remus’s chest, rubbing his fat little cheek against Remus’s warmth. Oliver trills.

“Mortal babies like the warmth, I guess.” He snuggles Virgil closer. “Maybe it’s to do with their body temperature being so high.”

More tentacles rise out of the water as Oliver chirps in question.

“You wanna hold me too? I can’t leave solid ground, buddy, but if you wanna cuddle me while I sit, that’s okay.”

Oliver chirps happily, his arms coming up to circle the two of them, creating a cradle to sit in. Virgil looks around, clumsily patting the arms as they encircle him. Remus smiles as Virgil keeps twisting, trying to see where they all go.

“It’s all Ollie, see? His arms. We’re safe, you’re okay.”

Virgil must come away happy—or maybe come away exhausted—because he goes a little limp in Remus’s hold and yawns with a high squeak. Oliver squeaks back, excited.

“No, no, Ollie, he can’t speak your language. I know,” Remus soothes as the kraken burbles sadly, “I’m disappointed too. But hey, it’s gonna be okay, see? Look how…”

Remus trails off, looking at the infant in his arms again. In the short span of time he’s looked away, Virgil has fallen fast asleep again. Oliver’s arms shift, letting the sun warm the tunic as Virgil snuggles against Remus’s chest. The kraken trills. A question.

A lump grows in Remus’s throat as he nods.

“Yeah, Ollie, this is—this is my eggling.”

Patton is not too proud to admit he panics for a second when he goes to find Remus and Virgil and all he sees are the arms of Remus’s kraken. He rushes closer, heart pounding, only to pause when he hears Remus talking softly.

“No, those are his suckers, see? He needs those to hold onto whatever he grabs, we can’t touch them.”

A gurgle.

“The spots? Those are for when he’s underwater and he needs to talk to the other creatures. They let them know if he needs to be alone for a little bit or if they can come up and play.”

Another gurgle and Remus chuckles.

“No, little monster, I don’t have those spots.”

Patton smiles as he gets closer. Who knew Remus was such a softy with little mortal babies?

The kraken notices his approach and rumbles in greeting, shifting his arms and pulling back enough to see Remus with little Virgil in his lap. Remus turns, smiling, waving Patton over.

“We’re learning about kraken arms.”

“I heard.” He crouches next to them, smiling at baby Virgil as he tries to grab for his glasses. “Oh, no, baby, I need those! You can’t have them.”

An adorable little pout forms on Virgil’s face as Remus chuckles. “Are you here to take him?”

“Logan said it might be a good idea to see if he’s hungry.”

Remus looks down at the baby, whose hands are around part of his sash and slobbering all over it. “Yeah, maybe.”

Patton chuckles, holding out his arms. “May I?”

Remus clutches him for a moment before slowly handing him over. Virgil whines unhappily when Remus pulls away, but he presses his hand against the top of Virgil’s head and he quiets.

“What was that?”

Remus shrugs, scuffing the toe of his boot in the dirt. “Works with the egglings when they hatch.”

Oh. Oh, no wonder Remus wanted to take him first…oh, that’s adorable. Patton keeps the comments to a blinding grin instead, sure that Remus would rather dive into the lake than be told how precious that is.

“You gonna go feed him now?”

“I think so. Thank you for looking after him.”

“No problem,” Remus mumbles, turning and nudging Oliver who burbles in confusion. “No, Ollie, he’s gotta go eat. We might be able to see him later, okay? Wave goodbye.”

The kraken waves its many arms and Virgil flails his chubby little fists. Patton giggles and begins to walk back to the clearing, smiling at the wandering purple gaze. A low rumble and Virgil’s face contorts.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” Patton coos, bouncing him a little, “we’ll get you something to eat. Yeah? You want something to eat?”

Virgil doesn’t reply, but his grip tightens a little on Patton’s shirt. Patton pushes his door open and glances at one of the chairs to make it taller. He sets Virgil carefully in the chair and sets up something to keep him from falling as he turns to the food.

“Now,” he murmurs, “what would a baby like?”

He’s saved the time—and possible mortification as well—by the sudden arrival of a closed wooden box. He opens it, taking out the note Logan’s left on the top.

One bottle if he can, more if he needs.

Patton smiles and sends a thank-you to Logan as he takes one of the bottles out and gets it ready. He turns back to Virgil and scoops him into his arms, carefully holding the bottle steady.

“There,” he whispers as Virgil starts to drink in earnest, “is that what you wanted?”

No reply. It seems the baby is more than happy to ignore Patton while he’s got his bottle.

Well, Patton has certainly been ignored for worse reasons.

It takes him by surprise, honestly, the little bubble of intimacy and the ease with which it’s created. He wanders slowly about the room, stopping whenever Virgil needs a moment before continuing to drink, pointing out the things he stops by.

“That’s Roman’s old armchair, he gave it to me when he noticed how much I liked it. Can you see all the stitching there? Roman did that, I’m not sure how he has the patience.”

“Remus gave me that, see? You remember Oliver the kraken, he’s got another friend named Uma. She’s a gulper eel, this is part of her egg sack. It makes for good luck, or so Remus tells me.”

“This is the bread box that Logan made. It looks like the one your bottle came in, do you see? The same wood, same shape. Logan’s very good at making things, you see.”

“Oh, that’s Janus’s cloak. I need to do laundry in a few hours, but you’re welcome to stay and watch if you want.”

That promise ends up true, Virgil sat with a new set of clothes as Patton washes the old tunic. Virgil watches him with interest, purple eyes never straying far from his hands as he dips, scrubs, and dries. The sunlight streams in through the window, title bits of dust swirling through the beams as Patton works. He keeps an eye on Virgil, not wanting him to fall or wander off, chatting idly as if Virgil could understand.

“I think this one’s going to need another wash,” he sighs, holding up Remus’s tunic covered in…who knows. “See? Still all stained.”

Virgil gurgles.

“Oh, I know, I could magic it away, but I would always know the stain was there underneath.”

Virgil reaches for one of the other articles of clothing.

“Oh, that? No, I think Roman just thinks I’d appreciate getting to see a comparison. The twins do wear pretty similar things, after all. Remus just has to have the slits in the back for his tentacles.”

Another burble.

“Yes, did you see them? He might’ve kept them in, not wanting to scare you. Yes, he has tentacles like Ollie, although not as big.”

A small giggle.

“Yes, I think it’d look quite ridiculous too, don’t you?” Patton grins as he scrubs at the tunic. “All big and beefy.”

He sighs, pulling the tunic out and examining it in the sunlight again.

“Well, I think that’s just going to have to do. I’m sure Remus won’t mind too much, do you?”

When there isn’t a reply, he glances over and gasps.

Little Virgil is curled up in the pile of warm laundry, fast asleep. A memory of finding Virgil like this when he first arrived, asleep for the first time and finally safe, makes tears spring to Patton’s eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, quickly drying his hands and adjusting the pile of laundry, “there, all nice and snug. You sleep all you need to okay?”

Virgil mumbles and turns over in his little laundry nest.

Roman walks in to see Patton cooing and fussing over a baby Virgil, swaddled in a blanket. It’s the same purple as his eyes.

“Roman? You okay?”

Roman blinks, snapping himself out of it. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just got a bit lost for a moment.”

Patton grins, gesturing to the baby. “Because of him?”

“And you.”

“Flatterer.”

“Oh, of course!” Roman grins as he makes his way over, smiling down at Virgil as he blinks up at him with huge, purple eyes. “Hi there, little honeybee, you look so cozy.”

Virgil just blinks.

“Yeah? You all warm in the sunlight there, little honeybee? You look it. Oh, hey, now,” he murmurs when Virgil starts to cry, “what’s the matter? Shh, shh, come here, little honeybee…”

He picks him up carefully, cradling him in his arms, still crooning softly as he gets Virgil settled.

“There, is that better? Are you a bit warmer now? Oh, oh, I see…” He shifts his grip as Virgil tries to rest his head against Roman’s chest. “You just want to be held, don’t you, little honeybee? There…”

Virgil blinks up at Roman, a smile briefly crossing his face until his eyes slip shut. And oh, if the sight of little baby Virgil falling asleep in his arms isn’t enough to make his head a little fuzzy…

“Has he been sleeping a lot?”

Patton nods. “I think so, but I don’t know how much sleep mortal babies need. Maybe we should ask Logan?”

“I can take him.” Roman adjusts his hold carefully on baby Virgil. “Thank you.”

“Roman?”

“Mm?”

Patton fiddles with the last button on the shirt he’s holding before sighing. “Are you…at all worried?”

Roman frowns, leaning against the counter and smoothing a thumb against Virgil’s swaddled arm. “About what?”

“About what happens if Logan can’t find a way to fix this?”

They both look at the peacefully sleeping baby. Roman sighs.

“A little,” he confesses. “I don’t…I had to be so careful with adult Virgil, even without my magic. I knew that there would—oh, Patton, I could hurt him.”

He looks down at the baby. He could. There’s some of his ambient magic that never quite goes away and mortals are so, so vulnerable to things that make them feel good. Roman doesn’t know how much is too much, not for little babies, and if he hurts Virgil…

“You won’t.”

He scoffs. “You say that with remarkable confidence.”

“Roman,” Patton says patiently, “feel for your Claim.”

Roman frowns but does as bid, a bit of magic glowing in his eyes. Virgil shifts a little, an answering red glow filling the room with the softest golden tinge.

“So?”

“So,” Pattons continues, coming over, “that means that your magic knows Virgil. And you know your magic. Be careful, yes, but this is still Virgil.”

“Our Virgil.”

“Yes, our Virgil. Besides,” he adds with a grin, “Janus is still the point of Claim for all of us, which means if needed…”

“He could stop me.”

“Yes.” Patton rubs his shoulder. “Virgil’s gonna be fine, Roman, even if we have to raise him like this.”

Roman smiles, nudging Patton in thanks as he adjusts Virgil’s blanket. “Sweet little honeybee…”

“Go, take him to Logan.”

“See you ‘round.”

Roman cradles the precious cargo to his chest as he makes his way to Logan’s door, knocking carefully. Logan opens it, gaze softening when he sees the little swaddle.

“Is he alright?”

“Had a question about that, may I come in?”

“Certainly.” Logan shuts the door behind them. “What seems to be the issue?”

“Is it normal for him to be sleeping this much?”

“I believe so, growing mortals need plenty of energy.” He gestures toward his workstation. “But I can have a look at his energy levels, see if there’s anything out of the ordinary.”

“Will that hurt him?”

“No, shouldn’t do. But you can be right next to him if something goes wrong. Which is probably won’t,” Logan says quickly when Roman tightens his grip protectively, “but just in case.”

Roman watches warily as Logan powers up the scanner. Little Virgil wakes up as he sets him down, blinking sleepily as he undoes the swaddle.

“Hi, little honeybee,” he coos, “we’re just gonna have a look at you, okay? Yeah? I’m right here, there you go, shh…aww, you’re so wriggly!”

Logan smiles as Virgil blinks up at the scanner. “I’ve almost finished my calculations, we should have him back by tomorrow.”

“So soon?”

“I’m almost offended by that.” He frowns at the display. “Well, you may be right, he’s a little lower on energy than he should be.”

“Is that…bad?”

“No, just curious. Oh…oh, what’s that?”

Roman huffs. “Logan, you’re freaking me out a bit here.”

“No, no, it’s nothing bad…oh, that’s why!” Logan grins and turns the display. “Look, Virgil’s trying to grow his spider legs back.”

A soft purple glow illuminates Virgil’s back, right where his spider legs normally are. As Virgil shifts about on the scanner, the energy blobs start to take shape.

“That’s why he’s sleeping so much,” Logan explains as Roman picks him back up, “he’s saving his energy to grow his legs.”

“So he’s alright?”

“Yes, he’s fine.” Logan presses a few more things. “I wouldn’t wrap him in the blanket until his legs are fully grown, and try and keep him on his stomach.”

“Can do. Thanks, Logan.”

Logan waves goodbye, smoothing his hand over Virgil’s head as Roman carries him away. He walks out of Logan’s door and into his, creating a giant pile of pillows and flopping down on his back.

“Let’s have a nap, shall we?” Virgil sprawls out on his chest, little fingers curling into Roman’s shoulders. “Yeah, you wanna sleep here with me?”

He reaches out to adjust Virgil’s position and yawns.

“I think I’m a little tired too, come on, let’s close our eyes and sleep. Shh, shh, now…”

He lets his voice grow low and heavy, lulling Virgil to sleep as he dims the lights. Virgil’s pretty purple eyes droop lower and lower until Roman can’t see them anymore.

“That’s it, little honeybee,” he murmurs, sleep calling to him as well, “that’s it…”

A while later, Roman wakes up to feel the weight on his chest is gone. His eyes fly open and he goes to sit up—

And thumps back to the cushions with a disbelieving laugh.

Little Virgil is suspended in his webs, still fast asleep, his spider legs all bundled up around him. Roman smiles, reaching out to make sure the baby can still breathe, coaxing him a little lower and smoothing a thumb over his cheek.

“Sleep well, little spider.”

Something cracks open the door to Janus’s room.

He turns, coils slipping over and over each other as he moves to investigate this new disturbance.

A little spider-ling, no bigger than the size of Janus’s head, crawls into the cave, blinking up at him with wide purple eyes.

Hello, little sssspider, he hisses, you’re an awfully long way from home.

Virgil crawls closer. Janus moves his coils to leave a path to the door, if he so chooses. The little baby loses its balance, stumbling off of its hands to the floor.

Ouch, little sssspider. Janus moves his head a little closer. Don’t hurt yourself. Take it nice and eassssy.

Thankfully, the little spider doesn’t seem too hurt—mortals, sturdier than they look. Janus sets his head on the ground and lets Virgil crawl up close. In the dim light, he has to reach out and fumble his way around Janus’s snout before he gurgles in triumph.

You found me, little sssspider, Janus hisses, nosing back gently as Virgil pats clumsily, that’s my nose.

Virgil keeps fumbling.

Those are my sssscent receptors, that’s how I smell. I can smell you, little ssspider…

He noses carefully at Virgil’s head.

You smell very good, little spider, very ssssweet and ssssoft.

Virgil giggles, leaning back a little and fumbling with his spider legs. They skitter and scuttle behind him until he can prop himself up, smiling at Janus. Janus lifts his head a little, just enough so he can look at the little spider properly.

Do you know how else snakes can ssssmell? With our tongues. He lets his tongue flicker out against the little spider’s tummy. You ssssmell very good.

Virgil wriggles a little at the touch, squirming and laughing.

Oh? What’sssss thisss? He flickers his tongue out again, lightly tickling Virgil’s tummy. You smell like giggles. Why do you smell like giggles?

Little spider giggles fill the den as Virgil keeps squirming closer. Janus rewards his efforts, giving him soft tickles until he giggles out a squeaky little yawn.

Little ssspider all tuckered out?

Virgil flops forward, his little hands finding their way around Janus’s head and clumsily cuddling him. Janus rustles gently, beginning to adjust his coils.

Sssweet little spider, he hisses as he carefully, carefully begins to wrap the little one up in a protective embrace, come, ssssssleep.

Virgil mumbles a protest, still clinging to Janus’s head. He sighs, gently nudging him awake to get his attention.

Let go, little spider, I won’t be far. Let me hold you, yesssss, that’s it…

Little Virgil adjusts his legs carefully as Janus cuddles him, settling him in atop the massive coils. He rears his head up so he can look at Virgil, safe atop the mountain of snake, and carefully sets his head near Virgil’s lap.

There, little ssspider, now ssssssleeep.

Virgil holds onto him, scales shifting like water under his touch. He smiles and closes his eyes as Janus keeps watch.

My little sssspider, he hisses contentedly as Virgil’s purple magic mixes with the golden glow of the cave, my perfect little ssssspider…

+1.

Well, now, isn’t that sweet?

Go away. You’re not getting your hands on him. I will fight you.

You can’t fight a voice, little thing.

Don’t call me that. You aren’t getting him. You’re gone. Stay gone. Go away.

Oh, my dear, you really don’t have to be so adversarial to me. I wouldn’t dream of touching this little spider, I know he’s yours.

Good. Now go away and let him sleep.

He is sleeping, can’t you see? He’s here in your coils, all sleepy and safe.

So what do you want? Why are you here?

I’m always here, little thing, I’m always a part of you. Did you not wonder why all of you knew how to care for mortal infants when you’d never learned it before?

…that was you?

You don’t have to assume the worst of me, little thing.

I suppose not.

Rest, now, if you like, the other one is almost finished with the solution to get your big spider back. Go to sleep, everything will be alright when you wake up.

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