#Close to the Chest

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

Author: @darkmagicalgirlwrites

[sugawara--san]

fine i'll read close to the chest again

[thekingofspin]

it's time

kyouhaba lover initiation time

[rememberthelaughtermp3]

gabe.........................

[peppymint1986]

Woman in Uniform: Close to the Chest 2/2

So, I owe everyone a number of apologies. First, I apologize for not getting this typed before I went on a vacation with my parents. Then for forgetting my fanfiction notebook at their house. Though I am not responsible for my Mom also forgetting the notebook when she drove down to visit me. And lastly, I apologize for procrastinating once I finally got the notebook back. Thank you all for your patience.

Dietrich’s fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to reach for a cigarette.  Sanitäter Altmann had made his opinion of smoking around his patients quite clean.  And, while he technically outranked the other, like any other soldier he understood that while within their domain, the medic was god.  

Thankfully he did not have long to wait as Altmann reappeared, pulling aside the sheet that had been raised for the Private’s privacy.  His report was short and concise.  While she was in the process of developing some truly impressive bruises, Pettigrew’s injuries were mostly superficial and there was no reason she would not make a full recovery.  

“Thank you Sanitäter Altmann,” Dietrich acknowledged.  “You are dismissed.”  As the medic exited the tent, he turned his full attention back to his prisoner.  

Pettigrew was propped up on a pile of pillows with another sheet over her lap.  The oversized undershirt she had been dressed in hiding most of the bandages.  But Hans could smell the honey based poultice he had purchased from one of the local tribes in order to stretch their supplies of sulfa and penicillin.  It worked well enough on shallow wounds.  

“Private,” Dietrich hesitated as he attempted to put his thoughts in order.  Realistically, Pettigrew’s choices were none of his concern (except in the ways they were).  But still . . .

Blue eyes narrowed as Tully looked up at the Captain suspiciously.  Dietrich wasn’t going to be stupid about this was he?  It was something she had run into before with visiting Allied Officers and it was always annoying.  

“While I understand your desire to serve your country,” Dietrich decided on at last.  “Surely there was a more appropriate position.”  One that did not involve the young woman getting shot at, or shooting at others.  

Tully snorted.  “As what, a nurse?  I’d kill someone Captain.”  And not on purpose either.  Moffitt was a far better medic than she was.  Hell, even Sarge did straighter stitches.  Sewing had never held much interest to her growing up.  

Dietrich pursed his lips.  Admittedly he could not quite picture the private as a nurse either.  He had seen her with blood on her knives too often.  “There are other non-combat positions,” he pointed out.  “What about . . .”

“Captain,” Tully interrupted.  “With all due respect to the women who serve in support positions, it is not for me.”  She had neither the skills nor the temperment.  It had been hard enough getting herself assigned to the motorpool as a mechanic.  She would probably still be there if Sarge had not seen her racing one night.  

Seeing the stubborn set of her jaw Dietrich resisted the urge to sigh,  How had she even gotten a field assignment in the first place?  He was tempted to ask but doubted he would get an answer.  It was a miracle she had spoken as much as she had.  Private Pettigrew could often go through an entire encounter without saying a single word beyond her name, rank, and serial number.  

Still, in for a penny, in for a pound as they said in England.  “How did you even?

“Sarge values my skills,” Tully’s expression dared the other to make something of it.  “And that is all I am saying on the matter.”

This time Captain Dietrich did sigh.  “Fair enough,” he acknowledged.  It was not as though he had any say in the Allies decisions.  “But that still does not explain why you were wearing the men’s uniform.”  He knew the Allies knew.  Once he had reason to look, the Private’s sex was stamped right there on her dog tags.  

The distinct sound of a safety coming off had Dietrich spinning around to come face to face with the other members of the Rat Patrol.  He could only hope he had not lost too many men to their latest incursion.  

“Easy enough,” Sergeant Troy’s eyes were hard over the top of his machine gun.  “Not all men are as honorable as you Captain.  And I intended that Private Pettigrew take the same risks as any other soldier under my command.  No more, and no less.”

Carefully, Dietrich moved his hands up and away from his sides.  By this time, he had a fairly good gauge on Troy’s moods.  And he strongly suspected that the Sergeant would not hesitate to shoot him if he made the wrong move.  He glanced to the side where the other Rat’s were equally hard eyed.  Moffitt certainly wouldn’t.  

“Can you run Tully?”

As she threw back the blanket, Dietrich was relieved to see Pettigrew was also wearing a set of pajama bottoms.

Gritting her teeth, Tully forced herself to her feet.  “If I have to Sarge.”  

Hmm.  Troy’s gaze moved over the obvious wounds before back to the Captain.  “Hitch.”

“Yes Sarge,”

“Gag the Captain and tie him to the bed.  “Let’s try and do this quiet.”

Fifteen minutes later Dietrich was alone in the tent.  He could only assume from the lack of gunshots that the Rats had gotten away clean.  It was probably, he thought to himself, feeling vaguely treasonous as he worked on his bonds, for the best.  

He would write to Field Marshall Rommel, Hans decided.  Woman or not, Tully was just as dangerous as any other member of the Rat patrol.  However, he now doubted the wisdom of sending her to a regular POW Camp.  Hopefully by their next encounter, he would have figured something out.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[lucdoodle]

bro is straight up NOT having a good time

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[newttxt]

the best way to luffy’s stomach is through his heart (or something like that)

a four page one piece fancomic in which luffy and law talk about luffy’s stomach

page 1

panel 1: a top view of luffy and law sitting in grass. luffy is leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched. law sits crosslegged between them. they are both looking down at the hole in luffy’s abdomen, where law has used his devil fruit power to remove his stomach. “whoa! cool!” says luffy, while law hums, “hmm… interesting.”

panel 2: a close-up of law’s hand holding luffy’s stomach in its cube-like container. “it looks surprisingly average,” law says, “for a bottomless pit.”

panel 3: “isn’t it weird?” luffy asks. he is sitting with his back to the viewer, but his smile is still visible as he leans into law’s space. law is still crosslegged, holding the stomach, and he looks vaguely uncomfortable as luffy keeps talking. luffy says, “that thing can make food stop looking like food and start looking like poop! huh. wonder how it does that…”

page 2

panel 1: law looks off to the side, sweating and kinda grouchy. knowing he’ll regret this, he mutters, “i… know how… at least for NORMAL humans.”

panel 2: the back of luffy’s head takes up most of the panel as he demands, “what?! i wanna know too!” law grits his teeth and shouts back, “you’re just gonna fall asleep!” and luffy yells, “nuh-uh!”

panel 3: luffy grins widely, throws his arms out to the side, and flops onto his back in the grass. he’s loudly yelling, “tell me! tell me, traffy!”

page 3

panel 1: law is visible from a low-angle, as if from luffy’s pov on the ground. he sighs, “fine. here’s how it works.”

panel 2: this panel looks similar to the previous, but its slightly darker, with gray bars at the top and bottom, narrowing visibility to show luffy’s eyes are closing. law continues, “the stomach has two main functions.”

panel 3: law is now barely visible through the gap. luffy is almost asleep. law says, “the first, as YOU know, is the storage of food.”

panel 4: the background is completely dark, and law’s words trail off, “the second is—“

page 4

panel 1: a large, top view of luffy lying on his back in the grass. his arms are thrown wide still and his eyes are open. he has just jolted awake, saying, “hmm?” off-screen, law complains, “i don’t know WHY i bothered.”

panel 2: law accuses, “you didn’t listen to a word i said.” luffy sits up, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed because he’s a terrible liar. he says, “sure i did,” dragging out the “sure.”

panel 3: luffy breaks into a grin and proudly declares, “it’s a mystery!” law cuts him off with a “NO,” his speech bubble literally dripping with disdain.

panel 4: the silhouette of luffy and law sitting side by side. law is whapping luffy on the head with a light fist. law says, “idiot…” before bonking him. luffy yells, “hey!” but he is laughing, and a small “heh” shows law is too.

[demigods-posts]

walker being so much taller than leah allows for the perfect opportunity for annabeth to be completely baffled at how much percy grew over the last year. imagine annabeth punching that bully in the jaw bc he messed with her friend. only to turn around and be face-to-face with percy's chest. and he's oblivious to her confusion bc he's smitten and happy to see his smart, and pretty, and kind, and strong, and badass best friend. and annabeth is just fuming.

[bamsara]

more trod au stuff specifcially: dreams

IDK if i want dream!narinder to be canon in the AU yet but it's certainly a concept to play around with because I think it's funny if Lamb's dreams are just kinda bittersweet while Narinder's is just that one audio going NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTM

[sugawara--san]

there needs to be more kyouhaba fics i can't just keep rereading close to the chest

[littlespoonevan]

would like to say a personal thank you to 911 for confirming buck gets clingy with eddie when he's drunk. like, we knew that. we've been writing it for years but god does it feel good to have a visual representation now

[starlightiing]

What's killing me is how Esteban has stayed so dead silent about the issues he and Pierre had in the past and was clearly the one working harder to 'move on and forget' than Pierre was, but even he couldn't fool himself in the end.

He ended up being the one to yank Pierre close and pull him in for the hug. He opened his arms up to Pierre two more times after that. And during that interview where they call Pierre over to him, he opens his arm again and warmly invites Pierre into his hold. When they clasped hands on the podium, he took Pierre's hand into BOTH of his and held it tight.

He was always so closed and so guarded about anything regarding Pierre, but yesterday? His arms and his heart were wide open and ready to accept Pierre in any form or fashion. He initiated most of it. And that really was profound for me!!

[buckycap]

i think we all moved on from orym being dorian's first love too quickly and how bc dorian has been so sheltered his entire life he didn't even know what lust or love felt like until he met orym and how him not knowing those feelings was one of the reasons dorian was so hesitant to express them. i think a lot of people, me included, were really wondering why he was so hesitant to express his feelings towards orym and thinking that it was simply about it not being the right time or wanting to give orym space to mourn his husband and while i'm sure that all played a factor in it, i don't think anyone really thought that part of why it took so long was bc dorian was falling in love for the first time and was overwhelmed and unfamiliar with what he was feeling

[cursed-angelic-art]

I need to write about how Jun Wu's belief that everyone has the capacity for evil, if you just push them hard enough, torment them long enough, is directly contradicted by the entire story of tgcf, which posits that, actually everyone has the capacity for good. The misogynistic womanizer, the depraved cannibal, the man dead set on revenge, the one filled with envious resentment, are all able to do the right thing when it comes down to it. In a way, doing good is a surrender, it's giving up, it's as easy as falling asleep. And it's so much easier than letting the evils of your past dog your heels for hundreds of years. Isn't it such a release to change? To not be stuck in your old ways?