#i forgot where i was going with this joke

[81pastrys]

He’s Married?!

Summary— Oscar brings a baby to track and hides the fact it’s his while his wife deems they should tell the world about them

Warnings— secret relationship ; secret baby

A/N— I started writing this and went off-topic but I kept going and couldn’t stop myself 😭 (streamer is sort of like this as well just Lando based)

Oscar One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— hihi, if possible could you do a oscar piatri fic, in which he married young and forgot to mention it, and the grid finds out (ive read a few fics with this plotline and im in love) -🤍 @fctnllvrs

Oscar was very closed off, meaning absolutely no one expected him to arrive at the paddock with a baby carrier. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend or hookups or even a wife?!

“Mate who got you baby sitting on media day?” Lando joked lightheartedly. Oscar flushed a pink color and laughed it off.

“Not too good of an idea, huh?” He joined Lando’s banter hoping to ward off the ���it’s actually my kid and I’ve been married since F2’ conversation.

Oscar went about his day, holding the little boy and doing his duties while simultaneously keeping up with the infants needs.

His wife insisted he take the boy for the day, she needed to catch up at home and it was the Australian Grand Prix. Oscar’s mum insisted she stay behind and help with organizing and cleaning up the house with Oscar’s wife.

The reporters were intrigued and asked him questions as well. “Who’s this little one?” Lawrence Baretto asked. Oscar smiled and held his baby boy to show the camera.

“This is Arlo.” Oscar said before returning his son to his chest where the baby sighed contentedly into him. No more questions followed but media had their suspicions.

Socials were no help at all to any fans or media stalkers, Oscar and his wife kept a low private social life. They never officially announced their wedding nor first born anywhere other than texts between families.

Oscar returned to his driver room and started getting Arlo ready for a nap, meaning changing the little boys diaper. If there was one thing the baby absolutely despised, it was getting changed.

There were loud cries and screams as Oscar did so, trying to keep the boy calm. “Such big feelings little man, it’s okay.” He soothed, rubbing the boys tummy when he was done. “Shhh daddy’s got you, it’s alright.” Now that Arlo was dressed and back on Oscar chest, he was calm and no longer a screaming, crying mess.

Oscar did slip up and call himself daddy though, hoping the scream died that out. Until Lando walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him. His face of pure shock and disbelief.

“Sorry, just trying to get him to sleep for a little.” Oscar said quietly with a few nods. Lando’s face softened at the little boy droopy eyed on Oscar’s chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Lando whisper yelled, stirring the little one. “I’m sorry little man.” He apologized looking to Arlo after he flinched at Lando’s little shouting.

“Tell you what?” Oscar asked, puzzled. He didn’t realize Lando walked in on him saying ‘daddy’s got you’ so he’s left out of the loop.

“That Arlo is yours! Mate do you even have a girlfriend?” Lando asked, still quiet as for no one else to hear. “Oscar this is fucking huge! You’ve been flaunting him all day too.”

“Language and no I don’t have a girlfriend.” Oscar said to build suspense. Lando looked stressed at that comment. “I have a wife, who was overwhelmed at the mess from looking over him 24/7.” He smiled watching Lando relax.

“God mate you’re insane, how long?” Lando chuckled. He looked to Arlo as a nephew now, the sweet little boy sleeping on Oscar’s chest now a part of the McLaren family.

“4 years next month.” Oscar said looking as if he had to think about it. “Yes, I know. I don’t regret marrying her though.” Lando softened, why had Oscar kept this all a secret for so long?

“Secrets safe with me, but media is going to start speculating little Arlo here.” Lando reminded. Oscar nodded. He knew the risks and felt there wasn’t much need to hide it all anymore.

The day was done and Oscar went home to his wife and mum, a tidy home with barely any evidence that a newborn had taken over.

“How was track today? Was Arlo good?” His wife asked, scooping the newborn from his carrier. Arlo immediately relaxed in his mums hold.

“Good, I mean media is on my ass and Lando knows about us.” Oscar said casually. She hadn’t cared much about keeping it all a secret but she also didn’t want to push Oscar into it. “I was getting Arlo ready for a nap, you know how he is and when I went to calm him down Lando heard me call myself daddy so.” He laughed.

“He won’t tell anyone?” She asked, curious on Lando’s secrecy on things. “I know you trust him.”

“Yeah I mean I don’t see any threats of him just blatantly saying it or anything, it’s only a matter time people find out.” Oscar shrugged.

“Well if you want to do it before he accidentally does, we have hospital or maternity photos you could post.” She smiled, slightly joking. Oscar smiled with her and kissed her head.

“The house looks amazing by the way, you and mum did a good job tidying up.” He praised the cleanliness of the house that was once a mess. “I’ll send some pictures over to my media manager to post tomorrow before practice.”

She was going to be present for the race, but not the extras before. Arlo would not fare well with the long hours of sitting around in an unfamiliar place with loud noises.

Like Oscar said, scheduled posts from the hospital were posted the next day before he arrived at track. Him, his wife, and baby Arlo in their arms while cozied in a hospital bed widespread like wild fire.

Questions galore from reporters, congratulations from other drivers and shock from finding out the last 5 years were kept secret. Headliners read ‘Find out which McLaren driver kept wife and child under wraps for nearly 5 years’ or ‘Papaya driver released surprising post of family’ insanity flooded his phone.

The race day was even more overwhelming, fans and reporters hounding on his wife and Arlo now. Oscar was not having that. “Give them space, back up!” He said annoyed at the proximity of the people. His wife found a comfortable place in the garage where no one would bother her too much and Oscar checked in on her.

“We’re fine Osc, go do your McLaren stuff!” His wife insisted. She knew he had lots to do before a race, but he only seemed concerned on her and Arlo.

“Can I hold him before I have to go out?” Oscar asked. It was 30 minutes until he had to be in his car. She nodded and handed the boy over. “Such a sweet, loving boy.” He cooed. “I’m going to win my home race, just for you and Mama.” He whispered. He kissed the baby’s forehead and handed him back. He gave his wife a kiss as well and headed to his car on the grid.

I’m just getting over a sinus infection so apologies for being inactive.

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @kallanfiona @chertik-007vvv (its Kinda dad Oscar)

[northboreas]

Highlights from the TGWDLM watch party on RanbooLive's twitch for those who couldn't make it:

- Ranboo, a well known Twitch Streamer and longtime Starkid fan got some of the cast of TGWDLM together to rewatch the show & promote the kickstarter!

- It was a side collab, there will still be the main "Divining the future" and DnD Finale streams happening in the next weeks

- Joey Richter got ahold of the soundboard and he abused it wholeheartedly. Crickets, Buzzer sounds, Fart sound effects, ect.

- (Who gave him that power btw. Which one of you did it.)

- Everyone on the discord call had pictures next to their names instead of having their cameras on, most notably Lauren Lopez had a stock photo of a doctor, Jon Matteson had a picture of Jeff Blim, and Jeff had a picture of Jon

- The whole cast introduced themselves and basically said what they had gotten diagnosed with since they did the show

- "This is a HIPPA compliant stream" --Jamie Lyn Beatty out of context

- Lauren Lopez PHD confirmed that after TGWDLM she went to medical school and was the one who diagnosed all of her friends

- Most of the starkids hadn't rewatched the show at ALL until this stream

- Train Choreography mentioned!!!! the cast said James Tolbert is considering bringing it back for the reprise

- Lauren said shes going to be using all of the kickstarter funds to pay for med school

- "It took an apocalypse for him to get closer to his crush" - Jon talking about Paul Matthews

- Jamie made one of the "Tip for a song" sign props for TGWDLM!

- Jamie and Mariah said Alice and Deb are an OTP

- They also said they might make fake instagrams for them to promote the reprise. This is great news for potseed shippers

- There used to be a cut song before La Dee Da Da Day that had Peanuts the Hachetfield Pocket squirrel SINGING

- Lauren said that she would love to have peanuts actually make an appearance, "That squirrel budget is enormous"

- The "Should I take this chair?" "I'll take the piano!" bit was an ad lib

- All the "Okay"s from Paul were also ad libs, meant to give the actors more time to quick change, but now its a genuine part of his character

- They mentioned the homeless man so much, they said that they wanted cocaine to be under his nose for the reprise

- Lauren chimed in with "He doesnt have enough money for coke. He became homeless BECAUSE he spent all his money on coke."

- Lauren confirrmed that she specifically told James Tolbert to keep the "Cup of Roasted Coffee" choreo exactly the same for the remount

- The "Show Stopping Number" choreo will also be the same

- Jeff mentioned that hes planning on making Mariah's songs higher and his songs lower for the show too

- Lauren said she wanted to get a big dumpster for the "Paul, get in the trash can!" scene so the cast could actually be hiding in the trashcan (Probably a joke, but it'd be cool lmao)

- Mariah Rose Faith called TGWDLM a "Sexy Show"

- Lauren joked that shes going to add a line referencing "Janes a Car" from NMT to the scene where Emma talks about her sister's death

- They pitched Smoke Club / Perky's Buds branded joints, and Blue Goo edibles, all being sold at the TGWDLMR merch store

- Jon had to leave the stream right after Act 1 and the second he did the cast was like "Okay, so what do we really think of Jon?"

- "Actually, we're gonna be recasting Paul as this brand new actor named Aaron Tevit" -- Joey Richter

- Joey and Jeff had a headcanon that the army guy Joey plays in TGWDLM calls John MacNamara "Dad"

- During the show Jeff Blim once forgot to wear the watch while playing MacNamara

- "It was the most embarrassed I've ever been in my life"-- Jeff blim

- Ranboo told the cast that they once recorded a shot for shot remake of Show Stopping Number with all the choreo for his school

- America Is Great Again was actually a backup song, the original song that got cut was "goofy" according to Jeff Blim

- When Emma asked people for their phones at curtain call some people would actually give her theirs, and Lauren + The cast would go backstage and take photos with the phones for their fans

- We reached 475k (The Witches Budget) during this livestream, and we still have 14 days left for the kickstarter!

[dsireland86]

Imagine if Noah bought for Christmas LED lights that active when you clap (if yk which ones I mean)

I don't think I have to write something more to it.

Cuz we all know why he would buy it...

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 oh good lord 🥵🥵🥵

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I rummage through the bottom drawer of my dresser, searching for the comic book that Nick gave me for my birthday last year just to prove him wrong about a scene in it. He's been arguing with me for days about, telling me I'm the one that's wrong, but I know I'm not, and I'm going to prove it to him.

"Dammit! I know it's in here," growling in frustration, flinging random papers to the side. I lift up another stack of crap and find a box wrapped in pretty red Christmas paper with a smashed red bow on top. I stop and think for a moment and then it hits me. "Oh, shit," I mutter, slamming my palm against my forehead, laughing at myself. "I can't believe I forgot about this!"

The idea came from an ad I saw back around Christmas time. It was a really dirty idea, and I wasn't sure how Y/N would feel about it, so I put the gift somewhere she wouldn’t find it until I was ready to give it to her. It was supposed to be a Christmas Eve gift, but we ended up going over to Matt's instead. I think about it for a moment and wonder if Y/N would actually be up for the idea. I'm hesitant and place the box back in the drawer but when the image of her flashes across my mind the way it does, I don't second guess it, but instead grab the box and head downstairs.

Y/N's curled up on the couch with the same book she's been sucked into for the last two days. Her favorite blanket is draped over her lap and she’s staring hard into the pages before her. Her facial expressions are priceless, making me smile at each one as I gaze at her. She's adorable, hot and feisty, all rolled into one pretty package that's all mine and every time I look at her I think about how lucky I am.

"Hey, babe," feeling my heart flutter the moment she looks up at me. "He good lookin', there you are. I thought maybe you got swallowed up by the deep abyss of junk you call your bottom dresser draw." "Ha ha, very funny," I reply, knowing she can hear the sarcasm in my tone. She goes back to reading her book.

"Do you know who the killer is yet?" "Nope." I sense the slight irritation in her tone. "Don't sound too enthused," I joke sitting down next to her and she sighs loudly. "The killer is about to strike again, and it's about to get gross and gory." "Should I be worried about how excited you are about that?" pointing out her enthusiastically rich tone. "Maybe," she peers up at me sinisterly. I stare at her deadpanned. "Gotcha," she giggles, giving me that beautiful smile of hers.

I can't help but lean over and kiss her, feeling the way she leans in closer to me, pressing her lips harder against mine. I slip a hand behind her neck as she slips her tongue into my mouth, softly rolling it over mine and making me want her. I breathe in deeply, pulling away before things get out of hand. "God, why are your kisses so addictive?" I breathe, resting my forehead against hers. Y/N shrugs and sits back, picking her book up again.

"So, is this the part where everyone gets all bloodied up and then fuck like horny teenagers?" I laugh, pushing the pillow away that she hits me in the face with. "Shut-up! It's not like that." "Not like what? All smutty and romantic with the two main characters taking off their clothes in every chapter?" I look over at her and can't help but chuckle at the cute, little angry face she's wearing. I tap her on the nose as she quickly turns away from me.

"You're so dumb sometimes," she mumbles, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed at me. "Yeah well you're with me, so I guess that makes you dumb too, then." This time she snickers, and the sweetest smile breaks out across her face. "There it is," I say gazing down at her as she looks up. "Whatever," she mutters. "What's that?" she asks, nodding at the box in my hand. "Oh, uh," I laugh nervously. "This is a Christmas gift for you that I forgot about." "You forgot about it? How do you forget about a Christmas gift," she asks, lacing her arm through mine. "Well, I was a little hesitant about giving it to you." "Why?" I huff a small laugh and throw my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing it as a nervous tick. "Just open. You'll see."

Y/N gives me a confused look, but unwraps the gift anyway. Once the paper's gone, in her hands lies a box of LED lights that activate with any kind of clapping sound and send out waves of soft, bright light over and over and move faster the quicker the clapping becomes. Y/N sits there silently, staring at the box, trying to figure it out.

"Any idea," I ask? "Mmm," she stares a little harder, then shakes her head. "Nope. I have no idea. LED's are your thing, babe," she points out, handing me the box. I take it and turn it over, showing her the part I need her to see. As she reads it, her cheeks turn a slight shade of red, and she covers her mouth with her hand, giggling quietly. "Really, Sebastian! Really!" she cries, tackling me with a pillow.

I'm laughing so hard that I fall back the moment Y/N climbs on me, pushing me until I'm flat on my back and she’s hovering over top of me. I rest my hands on her bottom, gently squeezing the soft flesh beneath them. Her response to my touch sends the right kind of signals to my head and something inside me jolts to life. I hear my breath catch. She touches her nose to mine before kissing the tip.

"I love you," she says so confidently. Those words do something to me every time I hear her say them. "I know," I whisper. "And I never get tired of hearing you say it. Y/N smiles. Her nose brushes against my skin as she presses her lips against the skin of my throat, forcing me to hold my breath, afraid to leave this moment with her. "You really want to try those lights out, don't you?" she asks with her lips still pressed against my neck. I make a sound in the back of my throat, one that's mixed between a laugh and a swallow. "Uh, yeah, I kind of do," I admit, unashamed.

Y/N presses her core into me and heat fills my veins. She rocks against me slow and steady, each move a little harder than the next. I'm losing the battle of resistance, but I can't think, let alone try and stop her. She sits up and shifts until she's straddling me and her hands are pressed against my chest. I take a quick breath, fighting against the sudden rush of pleasure from the heat of her sex pressed right against my dick. She's making it no secret what she wants from me, what she wants me to do to her as begins to sensually rut against me. "You're tormenting me, Princess," I groan when she smiles.  "Then let's go upstairs and open the box. Then let's see who torments who."

I sit up, tossing Y/N off me, and scramble to my feet. Tossing her blankets off, I pull her to her feet and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder and head up the stairs. "Wait, wait, wait," Y/N laughs hysterically, tapping my back. "The box, you forgot to grab the box!" Turning around I make a dash for the box I left on the couch, grab it, and practically run upstairs with Y/N still over my shoulders.

I've got the LED system of lights hooked up in a corner of the bedroom when Y/N comes out of the bathroom from taking a shower. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I'm focused hard on the instructions laying in my lap trying to figure out how to program the remote when I look up and notice her. She's in nothing but a towel, her hair, dark and damp, draped around her shoulders. She looks like something that's just walked out of one of my wet dreams.

"Well, don't you look delicious," I tell her. Blood rushes through my veins, hot and fast, making my erection slowly grow. Y/N makes her way over to me, a sweet grin that's driving me insane, lurking in the corner of her mouth. "Hi."

 "Hi," I grin, looking up at her. Running a finger down her arm, goosebumps appear over her skin that's soft and smells of eucalyptus and mint. Pulling her by the towel closer to me, I wrap my arms around her waist and plant my face on her tummy, breathing in her scent, deeply. Her gentle kiss on the top of my head as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds me has me feeling safe and protected. I sigh, resting against her for a moment. I finally pull back, just a bit, to look at her, grazing her bottom lip with my thumb.

"Did you get the lights working?" "Um, yeah," clearing my throat. Raising the remote, hoping my programming worked, I hit the "on" button and we both watch the firework style LED lights come to life. "Wow. It's actually really beautiful!" The light of the different colors reflecting off Y/N's hazel green eyes stirs every nerve ending in my body, forcing them awake. "And watch this," I add, clapping my hands together. The lights respond the way they're meant to and move faster the louder and faster I clap. "Oh, shit, Noah," she chuckles. Her amusement is obvious.

I place my hand on the side of her face and turn her head to look at me. Then she kisses me without any restraint. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck and I'm overwhelmed with an intensely dark rush of emotion. The towel falls off her body, onto the floor, and I'm lost in the feel of her bare skin in my hands. "Noah," she mutters against my lips. "Yeah?" "You're still fully clothed." "That's a very good observation," I breathe, clenching my fists to keep from pinning her to the bed.

Her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She leans in and kisses my neck, dragging her lips and tongue across the tail between the hand painted on my skin. My eyes fall close. There aren't enough words to describe what I'm feeling, what she's doing to me. Y/N's mine. She's perfect and she wants me and I'm not going to fight it. I don't want to.

"God, you taste so good," Y/N says as she melts into me, her breath quivering as she's pushing me back while still kissing me. I fall backward into the bed gasping as she searches my body through the fabric of my pants for the zipper that will give her access to what she wants. "Yeah? I've got something else that tastes better than my neck," I smirk, breathing through a tight laugh. She pauses and looks up at me. "What do you think I'm looking for?" I groan when she continues her search, arching my back to give her more room to search until she finds it and when she does it's like she can't take my pants off fast enough.

"Damn, someone's in a hurry."  "What can I say," Y/N smiles, climbing back on top of me once she's gotten me fully naked. "You drive me crazy, baby." Her words set my body on fire and before I can stop myself, I pull her into my arms and devour her lips. Her breasts are pressed against my chest and her pretty little clean shaven pussy is right on the threshold of slipping over my swollen length like a glove. Her hair falls forward, grazing my skin, as she takes my hands and slides them down to cup her ass. I groan, squeezing her and smirking as I swallow the sound, diving for her swollen lips again.

"Is this what you want?" I breathe out, my voice raspy. She dives back into the column of my neck, licking and kissing it rapidly. I moan again, louder, longer, against her ear and feeling her skin prickle with goosebumps again. "Tell me, princess. What do you want?" The movements of our bodies are harsh and needy and I think I'll die if she doesn't tell me what I want to hear. I take the tip of my cock, already dripping with precum, and place it against her entrance. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders as she moans, biting her lip.

"I... I want," she gasps as I push my tip slightly between her folds. "I want you, all of you, Noah. I want to feel you deep inside me. With my hands on her ass, I push into her, groaning and grunting loud at the feeling of her soaked walls sliding over my cock. I pull out so only the head is inside her, stretching her wide, then slam back in, her whole body jerking. Y/N cries out, gulping back a moan, as her hands find my hair and run through it, tugging and pulling. I can't hold back anymore. I don't want to.

Picking her up I toss her on the bed, rolling her onto her front. Once I'm behind her, I grab her hips and shift her until she's able to see the LED lights in front of her while positioning her exactly how I want her. "You're going to watch those lights light up like fireworks as I fuck you raw and hard, princess. You got it?"

Y/N releases a forced moan of acknowledgement. I push her down with my hand pressed tightly against the middle of her back while my other hand tangles in her hair and grips it hard, forcing her to look at the lights. I can't control the savage urge in me, my animalistic behavior coming out. I thrust up hard into her, forcing a scream out of her and begin to fuck her hard and fast. The sound of our skin slapping together starts off slowly but quickly speeds up the harder I fuck up into her, bringing the clapping lights to life and lighting the room up beautifully.

"Those lights are fucking beautiful. Look at it princess, look how fast they're lighting up as I fuck this pretty little pussy. You like this? You like it this hard. this fast?" I let her hair go and Y/N's head falls as she adjusts herself, bringing her ass up higher. She grabs the bed sheets, releasing desperate needy moans over and over. "Oh god, Noah you feel so good," she tells me, boosting my confidence. "You like this, princess? Are you strong enough for me to keep going? If not, tell me to stop," I say, panting hard. "I don't want you to stop, baby. Please don't stop. Don't stop," she begs. I pushed further into her, slapping her ass hard and making the lights explode over and over. It's empowering to see what I'm able to do to her.

"I love how you look right now, wet and bent over only for me. I could jerk off to this image for the rest of my life. You'd like that wouldn't you, watching me fall apart and make a mess, painting your body with my cum." "Fuck, Noah," she moans, clenching she sheets tighter. "I'm about to cum," she whines, gasping one more time. "No, no, I want to watch you come undone on me," pulling out quickly to switch positions.

Soon, I have her on top, riding me. "You're so damn beautiful, you know that," I tell her, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and watching how she enjoys me being inside her. The noise she's making makes my dick twitch, making it throb as I hit that spot that's got her completely wrecked. The colorful lights fill the room, obviously working with the sounds of our loud love making perfectly and the way they reflect in the background paint Y/N's body in a sensually dark state, creating shadows on her face. She tightens her thighs around me, pressing her hands hard against my chest. Her nails dig into the colors of my tattoos as my throat tightens and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come hard inside her.

"I love you," Y/N says breathlessly. "Terribly. Like so much," lacing her hands in mine and pinning them on either side of my head. The way she starts grinding on me has me choking back moans. "Yeah? How much?" gripping her hips tighter. "Like a crazy fucking amount," she whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "That sounds dangerous." "It is," she nods, looking deeply into my eyes.

I reach up and kiss her, attacking her mouth like a starved man. I wrap my arms around her once she lets me go, holding her tight, holding her close as she makes love to me. It's no longer about who can make who cum first. It’s about pouring our love into one another completely. Her hands are in my hair, my fingers run down her back, and soon Y/N is panting, moaning softly as she lets go of my hair to clench around my shoulders, holding onto me and biting the skin right above my collarbone, as she cums hard, soaking my cock with her sweet tasting juices. It doesn't take long for me to follow her, filling her insides with my seed until it's seeping out of her and onto the sheets.

We’re both breathless, completely wrecked and fucked out of our minds. Y/N collapses into me, burying her face into my neck. "Up for another shower," I ask softly. "Only if you come with me, again." I chuckle at her reference. "Absolutely, princess. I'll come with you wherever, whenever you want me to.” The kiss we share is simple and sweet. I brush the hair out of her face and smile at her. "I love you." "I love you too," she replies, planting another kiss on my lips. "Do you like your gift?" referring to the lights. "You mean the gift you forgot about?" I chuckle. "You're not going to let me live it down are you?" "Nope. Wait till I tell the guys. Then it'll be worse." "Oh, god, no," I groan, squeezing my eyes shut while grinning. "Are you going to tell them all the details about how we tried them out, too?” standing up and walking toward the bathroom with her still in my arms "Only if you want me to." The mischievous grin spreading over her lips has me spinning out of control again. "Better not. They might like that too much. And you're only mine. You belong to only me." Y/N tightens her legs around me, hugging me tight. "And I love that. Yours," she mutters as we enter the bathroom. "Mine," I whisper," closing the door behind us and locking us inside, away from the rest of the world.

[heartoftheserpent]

Awake in the middle of the night thinking about Harry and Sirius and for once I’m not complaining about the writing I genuinely think this is one of the best and most striking and poignantly written relationships in the whole series

- neither of them have any real reason to immediately trust each other as they do

- Harry doesn’t have a good relationship history with parents; the Dursleys were awful, obviously, but his other interactions with parent figures have very much colored inside your lines, so to speak.

- Dumbledore cares, but at this point (book 3) he and Harry aren’t really closer than a typical Headmaster and student.

- Molly and Arthur care, but they very much stay in their lanes; even after knowing Harry’s guardians starve and confine him, yes they write to Dumbledore and ask if he can stay more, but when they are told no, they don’t go out of their way to check up on him or even owl him during the summer.

- Hagrid is closer, but he mostly seems to trust that Harry can take care of himself. In fact, most of the time, their relationship is Harry helping him, not the other way around, and Hagrid doesn’t seem to find that strange.

- even the first night they truly meet, Harry immediately agrees to live with Sirius despite having had one (1) intense conversation with him where Sirius was very much on the teetering edge of sanity, unclean, vicious, mysterious, and broken

- to the point that THAT VERY NIGHT, going to live with Sirius is a strong enough thought to summon a Patronus for him

- This instinctive and immutable trust and liking goes both ways - in a series that can often be mean spirited, I’m often struck by just how much these two LIKE each other

- Sirius’s devotion to Harry is something I see as weirdly overlooked by a lot of characters; the man not only spent twelve years in Azkaban, but broke out, and spends the rest of his life wholly devoted to Harry’s well-being. Living on rats, starving in a cave for a year, just to be close if Harry MIGHT need help

- this isn’t just how godfather/godchild relationships are written in these books, either. We have two other examples (Snape-Draco [EDIT: I forgot this was fanon lol] and Harry-Teddy) and while both seem affectionate, neither seem like “tear down the world and rip myself apart to keep you from harm.” Heck, Teddy doesn’t even live with Harry, and his parents are dead.

- this is what’s really getting to me today:

- all the characters involved seem to see the Harry-Sirius relationship through their own perspectives so strongly that they miss important features of it (again, this is a writing element I really like, and haven’t seen mentioned much if at all)

- Hermione sees Sirius as well-meaning but perhaps not to be listened to…. Which is how she treats her own parents tbh, fine with not only ignoring their authority but also their autonomy if she thinks it’s necessary

- Ron seems to think of him as a fun/cool older brother. He’s the only one who comments on Sirius being so dedicated as to live in a cave and eat rats, but his astute comment is, “he must really like you, Harry.”

- Remus (in my opinion) seems to view their relationship as the same as his own with Harry - I.e. “friend of your parents who cares but in a normal way with normal boundaries”

- Molly famously does not think highly of this relationship, and I do think that says a lot about how she thinks you should treat Someone Else’s Child.

- except Sirius doesn’t treat Harry like he’s someone else’s responsibility, he’s the most involved parent we see in the series, up to and including the Malfoys

- This is more striking when you pair it with the insouciant playboy vibes he had as a young man!!!

- I honestly wonder whether even James and Lily would have been surprised at the level of devotion he shows. Would they have expected that from him? Would even they be impressed? Would they have joked about making Sirius the godfather when he was the reckless, feckless, fun-loving one, and have marveled at the way he stepped up to the plate?

- the trust, respect, liking, and devotion goes both ways!!!!

- Harry never doubts that Sirius has his well-being in mind (we’re going to set aside a couple of hate crime writing moments in ootp)

- in GoF, when his scar hurts, he remembers that he can write to Sirius and he’s thrilled. He trusts Sirius’s advice completely even after meeting him once. And when that letter results in Sirius coming back to England, he immediately lies and tries to send him away for his own good. And Sirius’s response? “Nice try.”

- They already instinctively know and trust each other, they’re already both acting out of care, no one has ever stepped up like Sirius and Harry RESPONDS to that so beautifully

- this continues in ootp with Harry not hesitating to risk his life to save Sirius; Hermione points out (accurately) that Sirius wouldn’t want him to. It doesn’t matter. This is the only person who has ever loved him fully and unselfishly.

- And of course, that winds up in the opposite, with Sirius sacrificing himself for Harry instead, and Harry having to watch

- This is easily the most traumatic moment in the whole series for Harry, culminating in his meltdown in Dumbledore’s office and severe depression and malaise at the beginning of HBP

- idk i just can’t stop thinking about them

- About how it’s the closest, most fiercely loving parent/child relationship in the whole series and all the other characters fail to see that based on their own biases

[bradleysass]

finally - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 975

The sound of the rain outside was a dull drumbeat against the old windows of Sirius’s flat—one of those gentrified warehouse lofts in Shoreditch, all exposed brick and too many plants he forgot to water. The storm had rolled in sometime that evening, a grey curtain swallowing the city skyline. Sirius hadn’t noticed until it was already pouring.

He only realized something was wrong when Kreacher, the ancient, resentful family butler-turned-doorman at the Blacks’ estate, called him. Said Regulus had disappeared.

Again.

Sirius had sighed, bitten back a curse, and pulled on a leather jacket. There was only one place Regulus ever ran to when he cracked: the old storage unit their family used to keep summer furniture and holiday decorations in. It was barely legal to hang out there, let alone hide in it, but that never stopped Regulus.

Sirius found him exactly where he expected—sitting on the cold cement floor, next to an overturned lamp from their childhood beach house, rain-soaked from what must’ve been a long walk through the storm. He looked small despite the tailored coat he wore. Fragile, but in the way sharp glass is fragile—beautiful, dangerous, and liable to slice open the nearest thing that touched it.

Sirius leaned against the metal frame of the door. “Well. This is cozy.”

Regulus didn’t look up.

“Want to tell me why you’re ghosting Mother’s Black Mirror clone routine and instead hanging out in a haunted IKEA graveyard?”

Still no reply.

Sirius sighed and stepped inside, the door clanging shut behind him. “Reg.”

That got a reaction. Regulus looked up, and Sirius felt the air punch from his lungs.

His brother’s eyes were rimmed with red. Not the allergic reaction kind. Not the it’s-been-a-long-day-at-the-office kind. The kind that came from tears. A lot of them.

Sirius stilled. “You okay?”

Regulus exhaled, slow and shaky. “When are you finally going to admit you hate me?”

The words hit like a slap.

“What?” Sirius blinked, voice flat with disbelief.

Regulus pushed to his feet, his tone fraying. “Don’t pretend. Don’t do that thing where you make jokes until I shut up. Just say it.”

Sirius took a step back, caught off guard.

“I see it, Sirius,” Regulus continued, quieter now, but with more force. “I see the way you look at me. It’s like looking in a mirror you hate.”

Silence swallowed the room.

Sirius opened his mouth. Closed it again.

Because—damn it—Regulus wasn’t wrong.

When he looked at his younger brother, he did see himself. Not the Sirius everyone else saw—the reckless, charming, leather-clad ex-rich boy with a motorcycle and more enemies than friends. But the kid who’d grown up suffocating in a house of expectations, rules, and glassy-eyed parents who’d demanded perfection from one and blind loyalty from the other.

Sirius had run. Regulus had stayed.

And in some twisted way, they both resented the other for it.

“I don’t hate you,” Sirius said finally, but it sounded brittle. Too late.

Regulus laughed—a small, humorless sound. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“You think I hate you because I don’t call? Because I don’t visit the manor? Because I don’t ask how your dinner parties are going with Walburga fucking Black breathing down your neck like a dementor?”

“I think you hate me because I remind you of what you left behind,” Regulus snapped. “Because I wasn’t brave enough to run with you.”

Sirius walked further into the room, fists in his jacket pockets. “You think it was bravery? It was survival, Reg. I didn’t leave because I had some grand rebellious spirit. I left because I couldn’t breathe.”

Regulus folded his arms. “And you thought I could?”

“You made your choice���”

“I was sixteen!” Regulus shouted. “You were supposed to be my brother, not another person I had to beg to see me.”

That one hurt.

Sirius looked at him—really looked. Regulus had grown into someone elegant and composed on the outside, all sharp suits and sharper words. But under the veneer, he was still that same boy Sirius remembered: wide-eyed and too quiet at family dinners, trying so hard to impress everyone while Sirius set fire to the curtains and dared anyone to stop him.

“You think I didn’t want to come back for you?” Sirius said, voice suddenly soft. “You think I didn’t lie awake in that shit flat in Camden wondering if you were okay? I thought you wanted that life, Reg. The heir. The name. The control.”

“I didn’t want control,” Regulus said, voice cracking. “I wanted someone to stay.”

Sirius didn’t say anything.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full—of years of absence, half-finished conversations, unspoken apologies.

“I looked up to you,” Regulus whispered. “Even when you were a mess. Even when I didn’t understand you. I never hated you for leaving. I hated that you left me.”

Sirius let the words settle. Then, quietly: “I hated that you didn’t chase after me.”

Regulus looked down.

“I guess,” Sirius added, “we were both too proud.”

“I guess we both just wanted to be missed.”

Another silence, this one warmer. Less brittle.

Sirius finally crossed the distance and sank down beside him, legs sprawled, rain still dripping from his curls. “You’re not a mirror I hate.”

Regulus looked at him, skeptical.

“I hated the parts of me I saw in you,” Sirius clarified. “The doubt. The fear. The wanting-to-be-loved-so-bad-it-made-you-quiet. I saw all of that in you and couldn’t admit I had it too.”

They sat there, two grown men picking at the threads of a childhood neither of them had ever healed from.

Regulus leaned back against the wall. “Do you think we’re broken?”

Sirius snorted. “Absolutely. But we’ve got good cheekbones. We’ll survive.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but didn’t move away when Sirius bumped his shoulder against his.

[laboratory-for-peace]

HIHIIYA!! do you have any crack hcs, or serious hcs of the MADS members?

Oh man, I think I have a thousand little ideas for about every One Piece character I've spent 2 seconds thinking about, be it villains or not.

It's one of those cases where it's nothing concrete or big, and a lot of it verges on "character analysis" rather than headcanon, so I have a hard time listing specific things. But talking about all the big theory stuff or deep character analysis would probably be not what you're asking for + I'm not focused enough to do that right now, so let me think of some funny inconsequential stuff.

I don't know. Fuck. It's like I forgot every thought I've had about these science jerks. Idk. Caesar can't smell anything anymore due to all the toxic gas and chemicals burning his nostrils for years. Judge has severe back pain due to being 270-something cm tall and also in his 50s (and he deserves every second of it). Queen didn't loose his arm in an accident, he chopped it off on purpose to give himself a sick robot arm. All of them would have the most severe presbyopia right now were they not some of the few people on the Blue Planet with access to corrective eye surgery. Screw it, Stella didn't make the Satellites' consciousness via Brain-Brain fruit he was simply plural already, he just used the fruit to add a sense of concreteness to them and help with the android body inhabitation. Ms. Buckin' has a serious gambling addiction and got scammed by whatever the OP universe version of crypto is.

Joke headcanons aside.... let me think of more interesting stuff. Long post so it goes under the cut. You've been warned.

I''m fully convinced Queen made the Marys. Was that ever confirmed or touched upon? It's insane to me that canon never like, explained their existence. That makes total sense, right? Are all of them like, robots/artificial lifeforms, or are they cyborgs like Queen himself, and were once living beings? I think if he made them, either way, he has a funny uncle-niece relationship with Bao Huang. He's metaphorically giving her a gun and going "hell yeah go do crime little dudette". Also I like to think whoever the mother of his abandoned son was, was probably another member of the Beast Pirates. Also a big part of his rivalry with King definitely comes from the fact that King doesn't Trust Scientists after what happened in his childhood, and Queen knows that and tries to intentionally make him uneasy because he finds it entertaining.

I'm convinced of the "Caesar has some sheep/goat Mink ancestry" thing, it makes full sense. Even in a post-"horns in humans tend to signify Ancient Giant ancestry"-reveal world, I think the design of them looks too much like sheep/goat horns, rather than the more bovine design we've seen from everyone else. I know this is boring "everyone has this headcanon at this point" territory, but it just makes full sense to me. As a character in general, I think he's very easy to read, so I don't know if I have anything more unique to say about him. In my head, the reason he got hired at like, a very young age to join MADS, is because he gained a name for himself in the Underworld by doing some sort of horrific bio-terrorism type experiment that left a bunch of like, Marines dead or something, when he was a kid, and that put his name on Lu Feld's ears.

As for Judge, that piece of shit and his stupid little family have enough juice from being featured heavily in an entire arc that it's super easy to come up with a lot of things about them. I think for starters, his marriage with Sora was most likely arranged, mirroring WCI. It seems to be how royalty does things. I do wonder who Sora's family was before that, though, and how she ended up there.... Too many questions without answers until we get like an SBS or something. It'd be really poetic if she was from a royal East Blue family or something, considering Sanji ended up there... Also, I think that him being allowed to fuck off from whatever his royal duties might have been, at a very young age, and join MADS is interesting. So in my head, whoever the previous king / his father was, he was probably one of the funders of MADS. Both as a desire to invest in weapons for Germa, and to feel that he had a sense of control over whatever his (presumably only) son was doing. Also I think Judge and Queen had a Sanji vs Zoro type rivalry, obviously. He got called "twirly-brows" (derogatory) at LEAST once by him. I also like to think a lot of his horrific hypocrisy comes from a place of disgusting projection and insecurity. This man definitely grew up being a weak crybaby until his horrid ideology and pampered upbringing forced him out of it.

Ms. Buckingham is a VERY interesting one, because I feel like we already know a lot about her and also absolutely nothing. The Rocks Pirates are for sure a group we'll get more flashbacks on, eventually. Looking at the timeline, I like to think that after she saw her own clone (being the first ever successful human clone), she immediately started attempting to create Weevil. I like to think this was somehow her way of getting "revenge" on Newgate for "dumping her" or some petty motivation like that, on top of desiring his strength. That boy is a (not-so-successful) clone for sure. The Rocks Pirates had recently been dismantled at that point. I don't think it's a coincidence that Weevil is 35 and Stussy (clone) is 36 lol. It looks like she saw, she immediately tried to copy, she failed.

And for Stella.... now that's a man who's entire history we kind of already know of. There's so many good meta and analysis posts around Tumblr, even stuff I've written, so I'm not sure what to add. The plurality thing wasn't a joke. But other than that, I think that -to combine this with a Stussy (clone) headcanon, he was forced by the WG to hand her off as a Cipher Pol agent. 26 years ago, as an exchange for Not Getting Arrested and instead Being Hired by them. She would have been exactly 10 years old at the time (temporally; with her being a clone, we don't know what physical and mental age she would have been). He must have been raising her until that point, right? He was her creator. I think that the WG made a demand that she's taken as an agent, and like any father, I like to think Stella was reluctant to hand her over at first, but eventually decided it'd be safer for her too. He'd been Underworld so far, he was going to comply to most demands the WG made for him in order to keep his new position. But of course, seeing Stussy's faith to him in Egghead, she definitely kept contact with her father throughout the years, even while in Cipher Pol, even if it was in secret.

Those are my very cool MADS headcanons thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

[the-peak-legend-of-first-gen]

H-hello.. so i had an idea.. may i req for..

What if one night, when goo came home late after work, it was empty. Where is the reader?! She was being kidnapped! And the kidnapper sent him some clues through a message to where the location is. Goo whos ready to fight for his lover, even bringing his sword, go to the place. But it turns out a birthday surprise! (He doesnt realize it at all) (yes he (always) forgot his own birthday) and the rest is up to you♡

I hope this makes sense🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much in advance💕

“I’m back, sweetheart,” Goo called out, bursting through the door. It had been an exhausting day—people really had no manners these days. Instead of letting things go smoothly, they always found ways to add to his workload, making everything unnecessarily difficult. How rude.

What was even ruder was that you didn’t respond to his greeting. Were you asleep or something? No, that couldn’t be it. You always waited for him, no matter how late it got. And today, of all days, when he was desperate to see you again, you were nowhere to be found.

You weren’t in the bedroom. Not in the kitchen. Not even in the lounge. A sense of unease grew in his chest as he searched the penthouse. Then his eyes landed on your walk-in closet—and his heart dropped.

Written across the mirror in your favorite lipstick shade were the words:"COME GET HER, WE ALSO LOVE TO DEAL IN CASH, GOO KIM."

No phone number. Just an address. One of HNH Company’s plots.

Frantically, he searched the entire penthouse again, hoping—praying—it was one of your elaborate jokes. Even the security camera was useless—broken and hacked. Your number was unreachable.

This wasn’t a joke.

This was a declaration of war.

Whoever was behind this was going to pay. He thought briefly of calling Gun, but no—Gun would say he couldn’t even protect the one person who mattered. This wasn’t just about your safety anymore. His pride was on the line.

He grabbed his sword. It was time to hunt.

The address was bold—too bold. So nearby. That kind of arrogance made his blood boil. Whoever these bastards were, they were going to regret touching what was his. He swore he’d break every finger that laid a hand on you.

Lost in fury, he climbed to the top floor of the building on foot—no elevator. Something felt off. The eerie silence made sense in its own twisted way. The message had mentioned the top floor, but he was convinced it was a trap, a decoy. You were probably hidden somewhere deeper.

Still, he kicked the door open with all his might, ready to tear the place apart.“WHERE IS SHE?” he bellowed.

But instead of the bloodbath he expected, the lights came on—and a chorus erupted:

“Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Goo,

Happy birthday to you…”

What the—?

There you were, standing in the center, cake in your hands, surrounded by his colleagues and friends. The moment felt surreal. While everyone continued singing, he rushed straight to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked urgently, scanning you for injuries like a worried puppy.

Before you could answer, Kouji scoffed, “Shameless. We're all here because of you and this is how you react?” Crystal shot him a glare—she hadn’t liked the kidnapping idea either but had gone along because you insisted.

You smiled. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Please, put the sword down.” He blinked, still trying to process. “It was… a prank?”

“Yeah. I thought a little harmless trick would make the surprise more exciting.”

“Harmless?” he exclaimed. “My heart almost exploded! Even Korea’s best doctor couldn’t have saved me.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, his relief pouring out.

“Ahem…” DG cleared his throat, his cool detachment never wavering. “She’s fine now. Let’s focus on the actual event.”

Goo reluctantly let you go. The "main task"? What the hell was this guy on about? He wanted to punch his perfect face.

“Oh yes! Goo, now cut the cake and make a wish!” you beamed.

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

Today was his birthday.

Gun, reading his expression, smirked. “I think this dumbass just realized it’s his birthday.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Goo felt… strange. Birthdays were never something he thought much about—at least not before you. But now, it felt different. You acted like it was the most important date on the calendar. And though your prank nearly gave him a heart attack, he had to admit—it was memorable.

“Oh no! The blondie is crying!” Kouji teased. “Didn’t I say he would? Where’s my money?”

This time, even DG looked like he wanted to bury him alive. You, with a smile too sweet and a vein twitching on your forehead, looked equally menacing.

Despite the chaos, Goo finally cut the cake, and everyone presented their gifts. Gun’s gift—a custom-made Japanese sword—deeply touched him, though he stuck his tongue out at him anyway. Each gift meant more to him than he expected, swelling his heart with gratitude.

Chairman Choi hadn’t made it, but he gave the best gift as always—extra time off and a massive cash transfer. Nothing beat that.

Then Goo noticed a small box you were trying to hide. He snatched it.

“TO MY LITTLE WEINER,” it read.

His expression soured instantly.“Tom Lee,” he muttered with venom.

You quickly threw the box away and tried to distract him. “Sooo… did you like the surprise?”

He looked at you, letting out a deep sigh. “You drive me insane, babe,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck.

“So… you liked it?” you teased again.

“The celebration—yes. But that prank? What the hell was that?”

You smiled softly. “I knew you'd only come if I did something dramatic. Otherwise, you’d have made some excuse. ‘It’s not important,’ ‘Just another day’... I know you too well.”

His eyes softened.

Yes, he would come. No matter what. No matter where. Even if it meant going to hell and back.

He kissed your forehead—a silent vow, an unsaid thank-you—and you melted into his arms, because today wasn’t just a birthday.

It was the day your hero—your knight in shining armor—was born.

[pyros-hollow]

Anyway I can request a Scott x Female!Reader x Logan poly trio where the reader has been getting pretty sick the last few days and the boys get worried because even with her healing abilities she’s not getting better and she ends up having to be taken to med bay for surgery and the boys end up taking care of her while she recovers?

Of course!!!! Here you go :) I tried to do my best with the outline and just went with the flow ykwim

Handled With Care

Poly!Scogan/F!Reader sfw sick fic

ao3

WC: 1.9k (basically)

Summary: After coming back from a mission, you get sick. Nobody can really figure out what's wrong. Scott and Logan take make sure you're alright.

Tags: Sick fic!!! Reader is a mutant with healing abilities for plot purposes, the entire team worries about you aww, surgery/medical procedures done on reader so beware (not graphic), recovery, suggestive jokes from Logan, Logan tries to be freaky but you get sick, no actual sex though, non sexual showering together, brief mention of the possibility of pregnancy (she isn't though), cw emetophobia (me too y'all), not tagging the illness for the element of surprise 😮

After nearly a full week of being gone, you were finally back home. The mission you had gone on to Madripoor had taken way longer than you had expected. You were supposed to deal with a mutant threat, but had ended up in some weird laboratory.

But now that you were home, there was sort of a gap in your memory. You knew you got the bad guy, saved the day, but everything else felt... fuzzy.

As you walked up the stairs of X-Mansion, you realized how eerily quiet it was. Normally someone would have said hello to you by now. Maybe Scott, or Logan, or someone. But, no. Eerie silence.

You pushed open the door to your bedroom and oh- There was Logan. He'd been laying on your bed reading something, laid back like a lazy cat. He let the book fall to his chest, and he moved to rest up on his elbows.

"Well well, look who finally decided to come back." Logan teased, smirking at you as he crooked a finger to beckon you over. You smiled at him and complied, going to sit on the bed next to him; until he gently pulled you to rest atop him.

"Hey stranger." You smiled, looking at one of your men. Logan softly pressed his lips to yours, a gentle welcome home. His hands ran up and down your sides, moving you to straddle him.

"Gotta show ya how much I missed ya." He purred, rough hands squeezing the flesh of your ass. You sighed into another kiss, and just as Logan's hand was about to dip beneath your waistband you felt it.

Nausea.

Overwhelming nausea.

Like, if you didn't get to a bathroom in 5 seconds you'd ralph.

You quickly rolled off Logan, and basically off the bed; running as quickly as you could to your adjoined bathroom. You knelt at the toilet, the cold tile of the floor against your hands grounding you as you let the buildup of bile within make itself known on the outside.

Logan was obviously alarmed by your retching, and as he saw you knelt down and puking your guts out, his protectiveness flared up. He knelt next to you, moving hair away from your face as you let the last part of sickness subside for now. Logan wiped your mouth with some toilet paper, before flushing it along with everything else.

"You okay? I know I forgot to brush this morning but I didn't think I'd taste that terrible." He teased, rubbing his hand up and down your back. He cupped your face, making you look at him.

"I don't know, it just came over me all of a sudden. I wasn't feeling bad before I don't think." Your head was reeling, vision spotty, and you were all clammy. Poor thing.

"Well we should get you in the shower or something. C'mon, up." Logan stood, guiding you up with him and holding you steady. "Here." He gave you the bottle of mouthwash from your sink, and you opened it, taking a swig and swishing; before spitting the blue liquid down into the drain.

Logan went over to the shower stall in the bathroom, turning it on and waiting a moment for the water to get warm. Without a word he helped you get undressed, and he did it to himself as well. You both stepped into the shower, and he held you close against him, rubbing a hand up and down your back. Your skin felt cold against his, and you shivered seeking out how warm he normally was. Maybe you had come down with something when you were in Madripoor? It wasn't unlikely, the city was huge after all.

"I'll call your other boy toy when we're out." He teased again, kissing the top of your head as he just let you rinse under the spray. "There was a field trip for the students and he's chaperoning; that's why the house is so damn empty." You just nodded, feeling sick and defeated.

After a few more long minutes in the shower, you shut the water off, wanting to go lay down instead of stand. Logan followed, toweling you off and he put his clothes back on before going to get you some comfortable ones to change into.

He helped you into bed, before getting his very outdated flip phone from the bedside table and leaving you in peace to call Scott. As you were left alone you felt so... so sleepy. You couldn't help but nap.

You had such an odd dream. Flashes of blue and the sounds of little creatures flickered through your subconscious.

So odd.

When you woke up again your eyes adjusted to the silhouette of someone pacing around. You blinked a few times before realizing it was Scott. A sleepy sound escaped your lips which drew his attention to you. Within seconds Scott was at your side.

"Are you okay? Logan told me you were throwing up earlier? What's wrong?" His hands caressed your face, he looked so worried. He pressed the backs of his hands to your cheeks to see if you had a fever, you were sweating so bad. "I'll have to talk to Hank and see what we can do and if-"

"Scott. Scotty, baby, just be quiet okay? I must have picked something up while I was gone. I'm sure I'll heal."

Scott nodded and tried to even out his breathing. He was always so quick to worry, especially when it came to you. He crawled into bed with you, opting to snuggle and keep you warm. You were freezing cold, yet all your visible signs seemed like a fever. You looked over at the bedside table, and smiled a little bit. One of the boys had brought up some saltines and Gatorade; very good when you've been puking.

The bedroom door opened, and lo and behold, there was Logan, his eyes widened when he saw that you were awake.

"There she is." He said softly, sitting next to you, the mattress dipping from his weight. "We've gotta figure out what's up with you darlin'."

"It could be a stomach bug." Scott piped up.

"Could be." Logan bit his lip, and he really hesitated to ask this, but he knew it was best to eliminate all options. "Baby, do you think you could be pregnant?" The color drained from your face."

"That isn't possible, she and I are safe." Scott whined.

"Well she and I aren't." Logan deadpanned.

"No, there's no way I am." You shook your head. You had just gotten off your period, so that was quickly off the list of possibilities. It was quiet in the room for a moment, the only sounds were all three of yours's collective breathing.

"I'm going to talk to Hank, you just rest, okay?" Scott murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before getting up and leaving to go to the lab.

Over the past few days, things had taken a turn for the worse.

Your "fever" hadn't broken, your body temperature ice cold at all times. And now your skin was developing a blue tinge. Worst of all your healing abilities could not for the life of you seem to kick this thing!

Hank had done test after test, and the rest of the X-Men were worried as well. Gambit had come by to entertain you with a story from his most recent bout of traveling; Jubilee came to talk about this awesome game she had found, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Scott and Logan were worried the most.

Almost at all times at least one of them was with you. Other than when you'd asked for space. It was worrying, watching your collective girlfriend suffer from something neither of them could fix.

After another round of questions on your symptoms with Beast, you realized something you had left out. Or more so forgotten. The lab in Madripoor.

Once you informed him of your lapse in memory, it was like he'd had a eureka moment. Hank had rushed you from the medbay to the lab, and hooked you up to a scanner as soon as possible.

"Aha!" Beast gasped, turning the screen towards you. "It seems that while you had forgotten the lab in Madripoor, you left with a little souvenir. Someone had implanted an alien parasite into your body while you were unaware."

You were in shock. An alien parasite?! You knew strange things were possible, you were a mutant after all. But an alien parasite...

"Do you know where it came from?" You needed to know.

"Unfortunately not until I remove it and do some tests. But it is pretty deep inside of your system, I'll have to put you under." Hank explained. This was huge news!

After a while, your boyfriends were informed of what exactly was wrong with you, and they pretty much had the same reaction you did. But they both knew that thing needed to come out ASAP.

So after some preparation Hank had successfully put you to sleep in his lab. Working diligently to rid you of this little alien hitchhiker within you.

Bright lights shone above you once you opened your eyes. You heard voices around you, hushed talking. You attempted to focus in on it but then there were voices surrounding you and you had no choice but to take in your surroundings.

"Oh thank God you're awake." It was Scott. Sweet, always caring Scott. His hands cupped your face and he pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

"There she is. Heard something else was sharing our girl without our permission." Logan walked up behind Scott, looking down at you as well. "You okay?"

You nodded, even though your throat was dry as a bone from being put to sleep. Scott helped you drink some water, and he smoothed out your hair from your face.

"Hank says he's never seen anything like it. He took a picture if you want to see it later."

"Damn thing looked like a slug."

"Logan- that's insensitive! It was a very life-threatening slug."

You laughed at their bickering, still loopy. "Well, does this mean I get a break from missions for a while, oh wise team leader?" You asked Scott, hoping he'd say yes.

"Uh, no, I mean I don't want this to happen again but-" Logan gave him a gentle knock upside the head, and Scott's face flushed. "Fine. You'll get a break for now. But don't slack on your training."

"You heard Slim. Besides, when you're feeling better again I call dibs to give you your first round of cardio." Logan squeezed your thigh, and that made your skin all hot. But you knew he was just happy you were all fixed up and figured out.

So while you settled back into your bedroom for the night, Scott had gotten you some soup. Logan made sure you had the medicine Hank made in case there were any more uninvited guests in your system. And all three of you stayed snuggled in.

The both of them were happy to make sure you had whatever you needed in the coming days after recovering. Even if it wasn't that serious of a procedure.

You were just happy you could depend on them whenever you needed to; even if you were fully capable.

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🎥

[robinson-graves]

"Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself And you don't want no help, oh well" That's the story to tell.

[panharmonium]

funniest and most heartwarming thing i rediscovered on my rewatch is when karin roasts sakura about poisoning naruto and then kakashi, who loves all of his kids very much and understands their behavior and isn’t upset with them about their choices but has also been under ABSURD amounts of stress for all of season 10, just bursts out laughing ❤️

[24-05txt]

Little teaser for my entry in the @soapjournalzine 💪 text in alt!

[cconfusedkat]

Never underestimate the sheer power.... of a single kiss .....

And clearly Shamura underestimated their partner ,, theyre like a sad dog waiting for their spouse to come home </3

[feelo-fick]

Headcanon: Chilchuck and his Bad Takes on Literature

i think chilchuck would be like my mom in the sense that he wouldnt like sad stories. dont get me wrong, cautionary tales? absolutely fine. they serve a purpose to him which is to tell people "dont be an idiot and do this or else something bad will happen"

generally sad or angsty stories though? no point to him, and in his perspective its really confusing how people just read things that make them sad. like whats the use of reading something if its just gonna make you sad. whats the lesson? its not even real so it doesnt help anyone.

whats the point in making yourself cry when you could just avoid that entirely by not reading it at all?

but the one of the biggest reasons why sad stories exist is to let you release all the built up grief in you. to send you something to let out all your emotions in a healthy way. catharsis. empathy.

even when i dont relate to the tragic experiences in some stories, several ones ive read have lead me to realize that im in a bad situation or that im following in the footsteps of the character suffering. its like a wake up call.

and making yourself cry isnt inherently a bad thing. if crying allows you to let go of building pressure and tension in you then thats good!

but chil wouldnt see that. of course he wouldnt, hes avoidant of most situations that would allow him to release emotion, and fearful of letting his mature (read: repressed) persona slip.

hes someone that runs away to quick comforts and distractions at the earliest sign of issue. hes already been in too many horrifying situations, dealing with another is a pain. and he knows denying everything and refusing to look at the situation doesnt help, but it definitely provides a quick and easy happiness in the comfort of ignorance.

because of this, reading something made to make one empathize with and confront these bad emotions is defeating the point of his cowering. if he faces his issues, even if only through the perspective of a story, he'd have to deal with acknowledging that things are bad and need fixing, and he'd feel terrible and guilty in the moment - which of course is the worst thing that could happen to a person (his thought, not mine).

which is why i find the concept of him being/becoming a tragedy himself at the same time as this headcanon soooo interesting. imagine the irony of him bashing on the protagonists of tragic stories for acting on emotion and impulse rather than logic, when he himself has fallen victim to irrational thinking while in grief.

cause... thats what people do when they grieve. they lash out, make bad decisions, ruin themselves, ruin others.

for a tragedy to be prevented, the protagonists would have to change fundamental parts of themselves, and act perfectly rational when under extreme stress. and chilchuck holds himself to these kinds of unrealistic standards because he unwittingly believes he can handle it all.

he cant, obviously. we see it for ourselves in his relationship with his wife. they were doomed from the beginning by chils already-established avoidance and lack of emotional vulnerabiltiy (and whatever else his wife had going on).

this is all just to say that if you told him about orpheus and eurydice, he'd probably be one of those idiots trying to point out the "plot hole" that he couldve "just not looked back" and "just trusted her"

i dont understand. whats the point in reading tragedies? the protagonist is stupid, anyways. why would you take bitter medicine? why subject yourself to that?

i think its just a bad story.

[qcomicsy]

I have the controversial opinion that maybe, just maybe we stop wanting to go after people with pitchforks for getting characters wrong and not reading the comics inviting them to easy and accessible ways of and making our own content with comic accurate representation

people might feel less anxious about starting comics and misinformation won't spread as easily

[vanityangel]

"Jacob Fatu is what WWE always wanted Solo Sikoa to be." The same 5 songs. The same 5 songs. Wrestling fans, they play the same 5 fucking songs. Anyway, this is my incredibly long-winded rant about wrestling fans and Solo Sikoa's character.

To me, I think if Solo Sikoa was presented just like Jacob Fatu is now it would make zero fucking sense to his character. Even, or especially, to the parts they haven't really touched on much yet. Jacob is immediately presented to us as cold, emotionless (except like. anger.), a monster incapable of morals. He tears apart whatever stands before him without thought, just destruction in its purest form. As though this is just who he is and how he always has been. Solo wasn't always completely cold and merciless, not in NXT and not when he first joined The Bloodline. He was very closed off, but he was still human. There was still warmth to him. He still gave respect to his peers who he felt earned it, laughed and joked, he made friends or at least allies he was willing to trust enough to team up with. Solo wasn't a lost soul. He slowly became more "emotionless" in time after joining The Bloodline. The more he was left alone around Roman. And big notable moment of shift in his demeanor is when Sami left. Even when Jey at the time HATED Sami and Roman was still demanding him to prove his trust, Solo took to this weird little guy anyway. They became an odd couple pair. If Solo was always presented like Jacob, his progression into becoming so frustrated at Roman that he started to raise his voice and yell at him would have been nothing worth noting. Solo was quiet, Solo was calm. Solo operated like a machine; he took orders with seeming no regard to his own feelings on the matter and thus no expected pushback. Jacob is so like a ticking timebomb with everyone always on edge when he will explode. So chaotic and dangerous that even when he displays undying loyalty people expect him to pushback at any order at any given moment. Unhinged and unable to be leashed. Jacob is reactive. Solo was not. As Roman's enforcer, if Solo ever did seem to have his own opinion on something, he would look thoughtful and considering but kept it to himself. He has started off more vocal in the beginning, carrying into when he joined The Bloodline, but over time he retreated into a shell. He said nothing more than what was needed to be said. Despite being a family outcast Solo was brought to the main roster by the Elders orders, then acknowledged Roman without hesitation. Even when he propped himself as Tribal Chief he stated he would acknowledge Roman as the rightful Chief if he were to take the Ula Fala back, as if Roman had to earn it. Though where Solo's loyalty lies is always unclear, a loyalty no one can return in kind to him, he still seems to have his own idea of being loyal and earned respect. A system he believes. And Solo still has a vulnerability to him, one he even weaponizes. For Jacob's very debut Solo fell to the ground, pleading, eyes wide and doe-like enough to create pause before breaking into a maniacal laughter. Even talking about how the streets hardened him in his early NXT promos he had a vulnerability. A "hurt people hurt people" type who still seemed stung at being left behind and going forward is trying to prove his worth, that he does have value, to the very people who discarded him. He can bring gold to the family, he can keep them at the top no matter the sacrifice. What's best for the family above self. Jacob is unpredictable because no one knows what will set him off. Solo is unpredictable because no one knows which face is sincere. Solo and Jacob are not interchangeable.