1. PALM KISSING.
PLEASE LITERALLY ANYONE
#1: PALM KISSING
TW minor injury
"Fuck, fuck, fuck me, ow."
Remus flinched when he felt a touch at his hip, clenching his hand and pulling it closer to his chest even as the reflex made another pulse of pain radiate down his wrist. "What happened?" Sirius asked, the furrow between his brows deepening.
"The fuckin'--" Remus bit his lip against the next wave and carefully uncurled his fingers to check the damage; Sirius hissed in sympathy at the blood already staining every available inch of skin. He waved his good hand toward the counter, rapidly growing more irritated than shocked as the pain dulled to throbbing. "The soup bit me."
"The soup...?" Sirius followed his gesture, still cupping Remus' hand in his own. "Oh, the can?"
"Yeah. Can you grab the first aid kit?" Remus grimaced as he turned the faucet on and stuck his hand under the stream, though he couldn't keep himself from flinching away every few seconds. The cut, while shallow, crossed the length of his hand in a curve matching the path of the can's pull-top edge--even gritting his teeth, it was hard to force himself to stay still.
"Let me," Sirius said quietly, turning the faucet down to a thin trickle. He took Remus' hand again and turned it sideways, rinsing the blood from his fingers and the upper part of his palm before carefully moving closer to the cut. "Keep that under the water, ouais?"
He was gone as quick as he had arrived; Remus watched the hallway for a few seconds, then turned back to the sink. the wound didn't look so bad, now that it was cleaner. Only a couple days of healing time. He might not even miss practice.
Sirius returned with one of their various first aid kits and set it on the counter. He flicked the water off and brought Remus' hand closer to him, dabbing it dry with a gauze pad before moving on to disinfectant. He murmured a soft reassurance when Remus sucked in a harsh breath at the sting, but kept his hand steady, and didn't keep it on a moment longer than necessary.
"I'm..." Remus couldn't help a light laugh as Sirius taped down a clean bandage. "I'm the doctor here, you know."
"Mmm."
"I can do that." It came out quieter than he had intended when Sirius rubbed his thumb over a strip of medical tape to smooth out the wrinkles. His hands were big, warm, and moved with practiced ease, just like the man himself. The whole thing was rather flustering now that Remus didn't have pain to distract him.
When Sirius leaned down and kissed the edge of the bandage, dead-center in his palm, Remus swore he felt his knees wobble.
"I want to take care of you," Sirius requested, his eyes big and sincere.
That is the worst thing you could say to me. How dare you, you attractive thoughtful Adonis. "Oh--alright," he managed to fumble out. Sirius' calluses felt far too nice on his skin.
"Are you okay?" Sirius had moved on to rubbing his wristbone, which was--it was fine. Not like Remus' palm tingled more with the memory of his mouth than the slice of the can.
" 's just a cut."
"You seemed okay, but I want to make sure."
Remus was well-aware of his slack jaw and the fact that he hadn't looked away from Sirius in far too long. "It's just a cut," he said lamely. "You didn't have to do that."
"But I could, so I did." Remus didn't realize his hand had been released for several seconds, and saw Sirius frown when he pulled it back to his chest. The wrapping wasn't perfect, but it was tight enough to do the trick and better than he had anticipated. "Did I do it right?"
I am not strong enough for the puppy eyes, Remus decided as he moved in to wrap both arms around Sirius. The hug was returned immediately, crushing him oh-so-perfectly to Sirius' chest. "I love you."
"I love you, too, loup."
"Thank you."
"Of c--"
"Thank you." He pressed his hand tighter against Sirius' back, where he could faintly feel his heartbeat.
He felt the moment Sirius understood, too, a slow sigh and a nuzzle to the top of his head. "Any time."
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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig
— doc dad levi anon
SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).
Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).
(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).
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