#it's not until later that... well... everything goes so horribly

[waitineedaname]

I am not a nie brothers scholar nor a jgy scholar so idk how to properly put these thoughts together, but I think it's unfair to act like nie huaisang would've tried to break up nieyao. what makes the tragedy and betrayal so delicious is that meng yao was his friend. in cql, he's visibly really worried about him and is pacing outside while nmj decides to kick him out. in the novels, jgy was constantly showering nhs with gifts tailored to his interests. nie huaisang liked him and trusted him, and that ultimately makes what happens later far more interesting than if he had hated him the whole time

[kxsagi]

Hii, i hope ur doing well ! I saw that u write a headcanon where the bl boys comfort s/o about their stomach and thighs. Can u write about s/o trying to lose weight. But not really healthy,like skipping meals and just eating a little bit and the boys realize this,trying to comfort s/o again. Thanks in advance. Love ya ! ❤️

“𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐭.”

a/n: hiii i'm doing well and i hope you are too!

i don’t promote this behavior or these eating habits (and this request didn't make me uncomfy or anything dw), but i know that some people struggle with this issue, so i wrote this to give some fluff but please please please do not restrict yourself, life is too short to not eat that dessert and you’re still young, your body deserves to be fueled and your life deserves to be enjoyed!!!

tw: unhealthy eating habits, body image issues

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis, niko ikki

isagi yoichi

he doesn’t notice at first. he just assumes you’re not hungry when you say “i’ll eat later” three days in a row. 

but it clicks when you faintly say you’re dizzy and brush it off like it’s nothing. 

“when was the last time you ate?” he asks, and your vague shrug gives it away. 

immediately goes full gentle, but firm mode. he doesn’t scold, but the hurt in his eyes is enough to make your chest ache. 

“you don’t need to do this to yourself, you know? your body… it deserves kindness.” 

spends the rest of the week making you little meals and eating beside you, even if he’s not hungry. 

“even if it takes a hundred times, i’ll remind you you’re beautiful the way you are.” 

itoshi rin

rin notices immediately. he watches you like a hawk, even if he pretends not to. 

you push your food around more than eat it. you excuse yourself from dinner. you say “i’m just not hungry” but your stomach growls. 

“stop lying,” he says bluntly one night. “you haven’t eaten all day.” 

you snap, “i’m just trying to look better,” and he goes quiet. 

his brows furrow as he walks toward you, takes your face in his hands, and says softly, “i already think you look perfect. this isn’t the way.” 

he won’t pressure you to eat, but he will sit beside you in total silence with food between you two, waiting until you take even one bite. 

and when you finally do, he mumbles, “thank you,” like you just saved him. 

nagi seishiro

“huh? you didn’t eat again?” 

at first he’s just confused. why would you willingly skip food? food is good. 

but when he catches you googling low-calorie hacks and skipping meals, he gets unusually serious. 

“is this because of something someone said? was it reo? i’ll kick him.” 

nags you into letting him cook (horribly). ends up ordering your favorite takeout instead. 

he lounges beside you with snacks and says, “you’re already soft and comfy. don’t change that.” 

and then adds with a pout, “i like hugging you like this. don’t shrink away from me.” 

mikage reo

reo’s alarm bells ring the moment you say “i already ate” and he knows you didn’t. 

he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he starts inviting you out to cute cafes and bakeries, always getting extra portions “by accident.” 

when you finally say, “i’m trying to lose weight,” he stares at you like you just insulted a priceless painting. 

“you think you need to look better? babe, you're literally my dream girl.” 

he showers you in compliments and validation and even pulls up a long speech from a body-positive influencer like he’s giving a TED talk. 

“you don’t have to earn love by shrinking yourself,” he says, softer now. “not with me.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser notices everything, especially when it comes to control, and you not eating sets off every alarm in his head. 

he corners you gently one morning, coffee in hand, eyes narrowed. “you’ve been skipping breakfast. why?” 

when you tell him, he scoffs, not out of cruelty, but in disbelief. 

“liebe, you think i’d want a half-starved girlfriend who can’t even keep up with me?” 

pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing and holds you tightly. 

“your body is not the problem. the world is. but i won’t let it break you.” 

he offers to cook for you… badly. burns the eggs. you eat anyway because it’s the first time he looks genuinely nervous. 

karasu tabito

karasu jokes about everything. until he notices. 

your portion sizes get smaller and smaller. you laugh it off, but he knows what you’re doing. 

“don’t think i haven’t noticed you playing peek-a-boo with your dinner,” he says one evening, tone unusually calm. 

when you avoid eye contact, his grin fades. “you don’t have to punish yourself to be worthy of love.” 

he stays beside you all night, making dumb jokes and bad impressions until you eat a full bowl of ramen. 

“look, if i wanted someone with a model’s diet, i wouldn’t be with you. i like you. don’t disappear on me.” 

shidou ryusei

“wtf do you mean you’re skipping meals? are you dumb?” 

not the most tactful, but extremely concerned. 

he throws a protein bar at your head like that’s gonna fix it. it doesn’t. 

when he realizes it’s more emotional than physical, he softens (slightly). 

“hey,” he says, dragging you to sit on his lap, “i like you the way you are. actually, i like you a lot. and you starving yourself makes my stomach hurt.” 

gets real pouty and starts threatening to eat your meals if you won’t. 

“seriously. don’t hurt yourself. you’re already hot, don’t mess that up.” 

itoshi sae

he’s not oblivious. he’s just observant in silence. 

you say “i’m not hungry” and “i already ate,” and he doesn’t question it, at first. 

but when he notices your mood swings, tiredness, and the way your clothes are suddenly loose… he connects the dots. 

“you think this is healthy?” he asks, monotone, holding your untouched lunch. 

you try to play it off, but his jaw clenches. not out of anger, out of helplessness. 

“you think i’d love you more if you were skinnier? you think any version of you could be more perfect than the one i already have?” 

sits down beside you, long fingers brushing yours, eyes dead serious. 

“don’t do this to yourself. you’re already everything. everything.” 

then quietly adds, “and if anyone ever made you feel like you’re not… i hope they rot.” 

ness alexis

at first he believes you when you say you’ve already eaten. he doesn’t want to accuse you of anything. 

but then you start avoiding meals every single day, and his anxiety kicks in. 

“you’re lying,” he says one day, softly, smile still on his face, but his eyes look hurt. “you didn’t eat. again.” 

you break and admit it, and he just pulls you into a long hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“you don’t need to change yourself to be loved. not by me. not ever.” 

he doesn’t cry, but his voice wavers. “please don’t treat yourself like you’re not worth feeding.” 

starts preparing elaborate little meals for you, packed with love and bright colors and notes that say “you are beautiful. i mean it.” 

still smiling, still gentle, but if anyone ever made you feel this way, his rage is quiet, sharp, and dangerous. 

niko ikki

niko notices the moment your lunchboxes get smaller. he’s quiet about it at first, hoping it’s just a one-time thing. 

but it becomes a pattern, and niko, sweet anxious baby niko, starts worrying like crazy. 

“did someone say something to you?” 

he thinks you’re beautiful in every way, and he stumbles over his words trying to say so. 

“y-you know, i think… i think you’re amazing. and, um, you don’t have to change anything. not for me. not for anyone.” 

makes you small, healthy meals with cute animal toothpicks and carefully portioned sides. 

the way his eyes light up when you eat just a little, it’s all the reassurance you didn’t know you needed. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[luveline]

this request may be a bit of a long shot, but would you be willing to write a drabble for mouth of september? maybe she gives the boys a scare either by going out and then not coming home at the time she said she would or maybe she faints from not having eaten enough? totally okay if you don’t want to or if you want to use this as a prompt for something else, mos has just been one of your fic series that i think about pretty consistently even two-ish years later.

anyway have a great day and hope you’re doing well jadey <3 love u

I love you! me writing this actually did feel like a longshot but not cos I didn’t love it and not cos I don’t love u, I hope you enjoy it!! been so long since I wrote this !!🩵 fem! 4k words

cw suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation

It’s cold tonight. 

You blow on your fingers, feeling them warm, stiffness lanced for precious few seconds. You didn’t mean to walk so far from the house, not while the wind is racing like this. The corner shop just seemed to move around while you weren’t looking. You should’ve asked Sirius to go with you, he has a better sense of direction, even if he would’ve complained the whole time about the shit weather. 

Remus would’ve come and not complained, but he was sleeping at the time and waking him felt cruel. James would’ve come, racing around in Lily’s car, but then he would’ve followed you back into the house insisting on making you some supper or a cuppa or something, and what you’d wanted was to be alone. A bar of chocolate wouldn’t hurt either. 

Stupid travelling corner shop, you think to yourself. Stupid me for fucking losing it. Should’ve just stayed home. Can’t even walk to the shop. 

You take a deep breath. You give the streets a wretched, embarrassed glare and flop down onto the nearest bench. Fuck’s sake. Lost and freezing to death. 

If Sirius were here, if he heard what you were thinking, he’d frown at you with that dark pinch to his eyes and tell you to Stop it, now. 

He’s maybe half of the reason you’re out of the house tonight. Maybe all of it. It’s all complicated and horrible and everyone thinks it’s a bad idea but the thing is that Sirius himself isn’t complicated, he isn’t horrible. He’s kind to you in funny ways, and when you’re together Sirius makes you feel like you’re someone worth being kind too, which doesn’t happen often. 

Your self annoyance fades to something more familiar soon enough. Everything goes quiet, leaving you there with your heart, quick and slow beating, can’t seem to choose, and your cold feet. Your socks feel too tight. 

Your teeth start to chatter. You can’t sit here forever. 

(But wouldn’t it be better? If you stayed? Caught cold?) 

If you get poorly from the cold, you’ll feel miserable from the moment you wake up. You’ll be ill at work, which will make work worse. You’ll have to stay in your room so you don’t get one of the boys sick, and that really would ruin your week. Nothing means anything if you don’t get to see your best friends. 

You gather yourself up and turn toward the street you’d just walked down, determined to retrace your steps. 

In the distance, a familiar shape is jogging toward you. 

“Y/N?” James shouts, sounding as though all the breath in the world has been sucked from his lungs. He doesn’t stop jogging until he gets a few feet from you, where he bends to catch his breath. “Fucking hell!” His head snaps up. “Fuck, shortcake, are you alright?” 

You close the distance. “I’m fine.” 

“Are you?” He forces himself to stand, breathing hard as he grabs you by the wrist. “Are you okay? You scared me so badly.” 

You grab his arm back. “I’m really fine, I’m fine, what’s wrong?” 

“You’re what’s wrong, you aren’t home!” James swallows a lump. “You left a note, you’d be home by seven. It’s nearly ten. Remus rang me in a fit ‘cos he didn’t know where you’d gone, we thought–” James gives you an imploring look, though it’s so so sorry at the same time, you feel your stomach twist into a hard knot. “We thought you were having a bad night.” 

“James.” Embarrassment makes you soft-toned. “I’m really sorry I scared you, but I got lost, that’s all.” You don’t really like to lie, only James seems to need to hear it. “I’m glad you found me. I was worried I wouldn’t get home.” 

James gives a breathy laugh. “Oh, good.” 

You’re pulled into a hug. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“No, it’s okay.” He rubs your back with force. It feels more for him than you, though you don’t exactly mind it. You can pretend as much as you want that you don’t like it when the boys give you affection, but they know it’s not true, and they know it’s alright to give it to you most days. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine as long as you’re fine.” 

“Fine,” you say. 

He pulls away. “Oh, god. Alright, let’s go back to the house. It’s freezing, you’re not wearing a proper coat?” 

“I didn’t plan on being out long.” 

“No?” 

He takes you by the shoulder to encourage you back the way you came. “Just wanted some chocolate,” you say. 

“I’ll get you some.” 

You both know it doesn’t add up. James doesn’t make you say much else, relieved you’re alright, and you fester in the guilt of worrying him so harshly. 

“Where are your glasses?” you ask. 

“I forgot them in the car.” 

“Where is the car?” 

“Remus thought you might’ve gone to the library, you were supposed to take that Sky-Fi back.” 

“Sci-fi.” 

“Right, the space books. He took it to see if you were walking home, I said I’d come this way, and Sirius…” James grimaces. “Not sure where he went. He was already out by the time I got to the house.” 

“How are we gonna find him?” 

“He’ll come back eventually.” 

You stick close to James’ side, dodging crisped up leaves and following him down the dropped kerb and finally onto a familiar road. “Guess I’ve lived here so long, I should’ve known the way,” you say. 

“It’s alright.” 

You bite your cheek for a second. “I’m really sorry, James, I– I didn’t– is it really ten?” 

“…Aren’t you cold?” he asks softly. 

“I didn’t think about it.” 

“I wish you would.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek. “I want to know if you’re having a bad night. It’s alright if you were. If you need more time, more help, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not like that… not all of it. I was walking to the shops, I swear. Just feel so,” —your voice slips into a colour of shame you despise— “weird sometimes. I’m sorry I made you worry. I don’t know why I keep doing this.” 

“Is this a common occurrence?” 

“Not the walk, just. Just this. Making you worry. I didn’t mean to make everybody worry.” 

“Well, I am worried. When you disappear for a couple more hours than you say you will, it’s scary.” James gives you a shrug. “I love you, I’m gonna wonder where you are.” 

“But–”

“I worry about Sirius when he goes to the pub until who knows when, worry about Lils when she does too many hours at work. I worry about Remus every day, his eyes are worse than mine ‘cos all he does is read,” he says with a laugh. “It’s fine.” 

“I worry about you too,” you say. 

“About what?” he asks, stricken. 

“Remus told me you can pop your knee out from your kneecap when you weight lift. I know you think it’s fun and stuff, but that’s scary.” 

“I’m getting fit!” He rolls his eyes. “Lily likes my abs.” 

“Well I liked you when you were soft.” 

James cackles at your poor fake-flirting. “I’ve never been soft, take that back! You know being captain made me solid as a rock.” 

“James?” a voice calls. 

You look up at the same time. Sirius is sitting on the wall in front of the house smoking; he takes a harsh, quick drag and stabs it out so hard that ash sullies his fingers as he stands. 

“Oh,” he says, blowing the smoke from his mouth quickly, his breath a ragged thing as he bounds across the road to hug you. “Sorry.”

You don’t get what he’s sorry for. “It’s okay.” 

He smells so strongly of smoke it’s like he’s blowing it under your nose, but he’s not so sharp to the touch. You falter at being touched kindly, feeling tension in his back as you curl an arm around him. 

Sirius digs his face into your neck. 

“Hey?” you ask quietly. 

He steps back suddenly, an accusing fist held between your two abdomens. “Where have you been?” he asks, and there’s the sharpness to match his smell, scowl turning his grey-blue eyes to pitch, lashes in a furious tangle. “You can’t do that. You can’t just disappear for hours.” 

“I’m sorry–”

“It’s not okay.”

“She said she’s sorry,” James interjects, “maybe let’s leave it?” 

“Being sorry doesn’t erase the last two hours of us panicking, though, does it?” 

“She got lost–”

“James, it’s okay, it’s–” You shake your head. “Maybe you should go inside to warm up? You’re not wearing a coat either.” 

“I was in a rush.” James gives Sirius a warning look. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. Five minutes and I’m coming back out.” 

James trudges up the garden path to the house. You twist your hands together, staring into Sirius’ face, wanting to see every bit of his anger, keeping tabs on all of it so as not to be surprised. You should’ve known he’d run out of patience with you eventually. He’s had to deal with your awful moods more than anyone else. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Do you realise how scary it is to worry you’ve hurt yourself?” Sirius asks starkly. 

You flinch. “It doesn’t exactly feel great for me, either.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Still, he softens. You feel like you’ve cheated. “I don’t understand. You got lost? How far away from the house were you?” 

“I don’t know, I was trying to go to Del’s.” 

“You’re not being honest with me, or any of us. It’s not fair. My heart is like a fucking racehorse,” he says, pressing his hand to his chest, fingertips smudgy with ash, “’cos all I’ve thought tonight is that you’d gone off and jumped off of a bridge or something. I know you wouldn’t.” He lets his hand fall. He quietens. It is almost apologetic, how he slows. “I know you wouldn’t. I knew you’d come home. But please don’t make me think about it.”

He’s gone pale in the cold, his hair in twists and tucked haphazard behind his ears. In his thick bomber jacket and his jeans, he could’ve just hopped of the bike, windswept as he is, but it’s the mark of worried hands having pushed his hair back repetitively rather than the weather, though the longer you stand there in the wind, the more tangled it becomes. “I dont get why you’re so determined to be alone,” he says. 

You don’t want to talk about it. When do you ever? More than ever, you’d like to stalk past him and slam your bedroom door, let him know you’re fine by yourself and seething, let him stay ignorant to you as you squirm in a bed you’ve come to hate. How often do you lay there wishing you could be alone forever? It’s not fair to anyone. It doesn’t make sense. They all love you and you feel sorry for them, ‘cos you tricked them, ‘cos you’re nothing worth thinking about for long. 

Sirius won’t stop frowning at you. It makes the drowning feeling worse. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hoping this time it’ll stick. “I don’t know what happened, I just wasn’t thinking. I don’t feel very well.” 

“I know.” He scoffs to himself. You relax at the hint of self-deprecation. “It’s not your fault. I’m fucking furious with you but I know you can’t help it.” 

“Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. For saying you’d jumped off a bridge, that’s horrible, but you really fucking worry me sometimes and I’m so relieved that you’re okay that it’s making me horrible.” 

“You’re not horrible.” 

“I’m mean.” 

“You’re not.”

“No, I am. You’re the only person who doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t say it.” Sirius rubs his face, scraping a stray hair from his nose. “Sorry for shouting. Here,” —he holds out his arm— “let’s have a proper one.” 

He hugs you nicely, no force to it, less lingering smoke. The scratch of his cheek catches yours, his hand at the bottom of your back, your jacket and shirt rising with every sweep of his touch. You press your closed eye to his hair. 

“Why didn’t you come and sit with me or– we could’ve talked. Could’ve just led in bed, doesn’t matter, I would’ve gone to the shop with you.” He squeezes you, pressing his nose to your shoulder. “I can be morbid. We can be two miserable layabouts together.” 

“I didn’t…” You cringe. “Sirius, it’s not on purpose, I swear. I didn’t do it to make you worry.” 

“I know that, Jesus.”

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home.” 

You pull apart as a car turns onto the street. That’ll be Remus. Another for your troupe of worry. 

“What do you think, is he mad at me too?” you ask. 

“Remus?” Sirius gives you another half hug. “‘Course not.” 

And true to form, Remus climbs out of the car with a fond smile. “Hey, where have you been?” His hair ruffles in the wind, scars turned palest purple in the cold. “You need to learn how to tell time.” 

You let him hug you. “Sorry.” 

“That’s alright, let’s go inside though. Have some tea. Did you eat much today?” 

You ignore the question. “Tea,” you say. 

“Yeah.” 

Remus ushers you down the path to the house, Sirius on your other side like bodyguards. 

“Thanks for, uh, looking for me.” 

Remus takes you by the forearm. “We’ll always look for you. But next time, wake me up first.” 

You nod gratefully. “Uh, okay. Thank you.” 

“Stop saying thanks. It’s alright, Y/N. It’s fine.” 

That’s what you’ve all said, but it doesn’t make it true. 

—

James goes home, though he doesn’t want to. “I can stay,” he says over the rim of his mug, half-pleading, wanting you to ask him to. “We can have a sleepover.” 

You insist that you’re really fine, he has work tomorrow, it’s late. When he doesn’t move, you say, “I feel bad enough that you were out looking for me in the cold.” 

Your voice is pathetic and scratchy and he can tell you’re going to cry, they all can, so he doesn’t push it anymore than that. He goes home, and you go to bed, and Remus follows you up a little bit later with a glass of juice and some thick, buttered slices of teacake. 

“You okay?” he asks, climbing into bed next to you where you’re laying down. 

“Fine.” 

“Didn’t eat much today?” 

“No.” 

“Have the juice, at least.” 

You take the glass. 

Between your sorry sips, Remus picks at one of the slices of cake, steals looks at you, though he doesn’t try to hide what he’s doing. 

“Sorry about today. Didn’t mean to worry you.” 

“You can stop saying sorry.” Remus lets his head tip from one side to another. “I can hear it in your voice that you don’t want to say it. Not that I don’t believe that you’re really, actually sorry. But you keep repeating it because you’re worried I want you to do that, and I don’t.” 

“It’s what I should say.” 

“Well, you’ve said it.” Remus turns to you, all bookish and rakish at once, lovely but tired, and he must be giving you a similar appraisal. “I wanted to be your friend the second I first talked to you. It wasn’t guilt.” He shakes his head. Wasn’t ’cos they’d played that prank on you with the shoe-eating goo, spied on you crying in a school hallway, overwhelmed. “I just liked you, and that was without any sort of knowledge of what you’re like. Now that I know you, I couldn’t be rid of you. Truly. I love you, you know that?” He smiles gently. “Even when you need time and you disappear. Please… don’t really go anywhere though, will you?” 

“I won’t.” You decided a long time ago that ending your life wasn’t in the cards. There are terrifying moments, numb ones, blink-and-it’s over ones, where you feel like it’s the only option you have. But it ends eventually, or it sinks into a background to be forgotten until the next time it aches. 

“Are you eating properly?” he asks. 

“Remus–” You shake your head as he brings a hand to your forehead, like he might stroke your hair. “You don’t have to do this.” 

“You don’t like answering, that’s all.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“I’ve made you talk much more than you would’ve liked to, tonight.”

“I like talking to you. To all of you.” You rest your head on his thigh. “You really are my favourite people in the world, Remus. I wouldn’t… wouldn't give you up.” 

“Good,” he says, stroking your forehead just a few times. “‘Cos we can’t be without you.” 

Sirius finds you collapsing in on one another a little later and rounds the bed to lay on your other side. He doesn’t bother sitting as Remus did, pulling the blankets up and slipping in beside you without worrying about what parts of you are touching parts of him, nor the slip of your back where your shirt’s riding up, nor how warm it is under the quilt. He grabs the end of your t-shirt and pulls it flat over your stomach, before his hand spreads out there, and you realise half-heartedly that he’s hugging you from behind. The room is barely seeable. Remus is nearly sleeping. Your tea cake went uneaten, left stodgy and dark on the nightstand. 

“This okay?” Sirius asks. 

“Yeah.” 

He burrows nearer, rubbing his nose against the back of your neck, then taking a long breath of you. 

“Are you mad?” you ask. 

“Not anymore.” 

You can’t believe that any of them could love you so much as to look for you. That James would want to stay the night, and that he’d let you turn him away. If you had any energy left in you tonight you would’ve done the same to Remus, and then Sirius. James won’t be happy when he finds out they’d slept in the bed with you and left him out, but he’ll forgive it eventually. None of them should care so much about you, what’s special about you? What’s even really good? What’s worth it? 

Sirius breathes behind you. He doesn’t seem scared to touch you, not worried to lay as close to you as your bodies will allow. His heat sinks into you. 

“Know any poems?” he asks, letting you shift into his back as he pushes an arm beneath you, curling, really holding you to him, a spoon of a hug. 

“What kind did you want to hear?” 

Sirius doesn’t answer. You hold still as his hand begins looping over your stomach. 

“I can’t remember anything right.” 

“Can you guess at one for me?” he asks. 

You stare at Remus’ falling chest. You’re lucky to have good friends. 

“I read one a few days ago, a couple of times, it was only a few lines.” You wait. Sirius doesn’t say anything, so you start to relay the poem slowly, stringing the words together as they come. “The world was a… nautilus shell... And the world was a grain of sand.” Your voice is odd, but the lines come to you regardless. “The world was a honeycomb… And the world was a strip of tender bark.” 

Sirius lets his lips warm your neck, asking softly, more touch than sound, “That was the whole poem?” 

You take his hand where it’s against you. “That’s it.” 

He nods. 

The world was a nautilus shell. And the world was a grain of sand. The world was a honeycomb. And the world was a strip of tender bark. You run through the poem again, three times, tripping over strip and tender and bark as Sirius’ breath warms your nape. 

“Please don’t do that again,” he says. 

“I didn’t mean to–” You force yourself to stay still. “I would never do something like that to scare you.” 

“Nobody in this room or out of it believes that you went on your walk tonight to scare them.” His nose tips down your neck. His hand spreads wider over your stomach. It feels so weird, so warm and rigid. It’s the best touch you’ve ever been given, and it doesn’t matter because you’re so ashamed of yourself —you went on your stupid little walk with at least some bad intent, and your friends noticed because they love you when they shouldn’t bother. This is a stain now, something you’ll remember. “But I can’t take it. Do you get that? I can’t take it. James found you two hours ago and I still feel like I don’t know where you are.” 

“Didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, love.” He actually does kiss your neck then, quiet smack of a real kiss. “I know. I know.” His forehead presses to your shoulder as he settles in. “You’re okay. I’m not mad.” 

“Me neither,” Remus croaks. 

You let yourself relax enough to feel tired. Warmth from either side of you threatens to bowl you over. 

“How are you feeling now?” Sirius asks. 

“Fine.” Always fine. They deserve better honesty. “I didn’t want to hurt myself. Jus’… I needed to move, like, go, and I hate this part. I don’t think it should matter that I’m not– that I don’t feel well.” 

“Don’t get upset,” Sirius says quietly. 

“I’m not.” You sound tight. “When I want to be somewhere, it doesn’t make sense that it matters. In the moment, I don’t remember that you…” 

“Love you?” Sirius asks. 

“I know why you were worried, I promise. I don’t live in a bubble. I know I’m selfish.” 

“Not selfish.” 

“It was, though.” 

“You’re thinking about it like we have a problem with what you did, and it’s my fault because I got so mad, but it’s not really that you did it.” His hand curls shy of your breastbone. “I was mad, but– darling,” —you squeeze your eyes shut— “you’re not on trial. You don’t have to prove your way out of this, all we need to know is if you’re alright now.” 

“Not really.” 

Remus gives a half-sleeping mumble. 

Sirius sits up in bed to look at both of you. “We love you. We,” —he gestures between you and Remus emphatically— “aren’t going to stop. No matter how many walks you go on, how many scares you give me.” He frowns at you sympathetically. “We’re not getting any further, are we?” 

“Sorry.” 

“I’m sorry.” He grimaces, dark around the eyes. “I’m a right prick and I’ve made a right mess of everything.” 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, chancing a touch, terrified you’ll be reprimanded for it but knowing, as you know he loves you, that you’re allowed. The tips of your fingers touch his collarbone. Sharp thing. 

He pulls a jib, lips all up and thinned like a smirk gone wrong. “Love you.” 

You must’ve petrified him. He’s never so open with his feelings, even when it’s half-joking like this. 

“I love you, too.” 

He makes another face. Good enough, it says. 

“Make me hot chocolate?” you whisper. 

“Mm, come on.” He pulls you from the bed by your wrists. “Don’t complain when it’s gritty. I’m not skilled as Remus.” 

“Quite right,” Remus mumbles. 

You hug him quickly before you leave. 

[wonbriiize]

bestfriend!Anton who puts you on his lap to give you affection, touches your hair, kisses you on the neck...being super clingy and fluffy :(

pairing; anton x reader

genre; fluff, best friends to lovers

note; i thought this was such a cute idea so i wrote something based on it.. hope u like it anon ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

listen to your heart

while working in retail isn’t all that horrible most of the time, you despise it over the holidays. everyone goes crazy as they search for last-minute christmas presents for their loved ones, friends or anyone else.

today was one of those days when everything was so annoying that you really thought about quitting your job right then and there.

luckily, your shift has ended and you are now on your way back home. you seem to be forgetting what a terrible day it has been so far as you imagine yourself curled up in your warm bed while drinking hot choco and watching your comfort movie.

“*y/n*, someone is waiting for you in your room,” your mom says after giving you a big hug when you arrive at home.

you‘re confused as to who it could be, until you recall that your best friend anton texted you saying he‘d drop by later as you were spamming him with messages about that one costumer who was extremely rude to you.

you run up the stairs to your room. you’re not so sure why you’re so eager to see anton, but you can’t help yourself. being with anton after a tiring day makes you feel at ease. he just has that effect on you.

“ohhh, slow down,” anton sits up on your bed. you can tell he made himself feel at home because just a second ago he was laying in your bed as if it was his own. “why are you running? is the rude customer after you?”

since you can’t tell anton that you hurried up to your room because of him, you just throw yourself on your bed. “no, i just really missed my bed. it has been an exhausting day.”

“and here i was hoping that you were running because you couldn’t wait to see me,” anton pouts, leaning back on your bed.

you’re right, you think. but i can’t let you know..

“well, apparently you were missing me because how are you at my house when i’m not even there?”

anton shrugs. “so what if i missed you, is it so wrong to miss your best friend?”

you’re shocked at how casually anton can say things like this. does he truly not realise how much of an impact his words have on you? it irritates you that he's saying these things and acting so dreamy when you're already trying to shake the thought that you like him — much more than you could ever imagine liking someone.

you sigh, laying down on your back. “i just really need to rest.”

“hey, come here,” anton pats next to him. “we can rest together.”

for a second, you’re not sure if you should really go and sit down next to him, because your feelings are all over the place today and you don’t know what could happen, but you push those thoughts aside and just go for it.

“you can lay your head on my lap. i will give you a head massage. i‘m a pro,” anton softly smiles at you.

god, he really isn’t making it easy to not fall in love with him, you sigh. your head is telling you not to do it, but for once in your life, you decide to listen to your heart instead.

you place your head gently on anton‘s lap. you’re afraid you won't be able to resist kissing anton if you open your eyes and see him staring down at you, hence why your eyes are closed.

anton starts massaging your head softly and you’re surprised at how good it actually feels.

“i didn’t expect you to be actually good at this,” you say.

“i told you i‘m a pro,” anton chuckles. hearing him giggle put a smile on your face and usually you would try to hide that, but right now, you’re just letting it happen.

“there it is,” anton whispers softly as he touches your cheek, causing you to open your eyes immediately.

“what?”

“your beautiful smile.”

you start laughing nervously. what’s his deal? why is he being extra sweet today?

“don’t say such things, anton.”

“why not?" his hand returns to your head, but instead of giving it a massage, he plays with your hair, twisting it around with his index finger.

“best friends don’t say that..” what you just said has a sad undertone, but you don’t care. maybe if anton knows that he’s kind of playing with your feelings, he will stop being like that.

anton shakes his head. “no, they don’t.. but here’s the thing, *y/n*..”

the sudden change in the atmosphere makes you nervous so you sit up. still close to anton, but there’s a little distance between the two of you now.

“i‘ve been trying to tell you for the longest time that i don’t want to be just best friends with you,” anton blurts out. “i thought it was obvious that i like you.”

world stop. anton likes me?

“but everytime i try to make a move you put me back in the friendzone, saying things like ‘best friends don’t do that..”

with a sincere expression of sadness that makes your heart hurt, anton glances down at his hands.

“i guess you really don’t like me in that way and i was just stupid to to think that-”

refusing to let anton continue, you take hold of his hand and place it directly over your heart.

“do you feel this?” you whisper.

anton nods unsure.

“my heart beats this fast everytime i‘m with you.”

“is that a good or a bad sign?” anton pulls his hand away and looks questionably at you.

his question makes you laugh. “of course it’s a good sign.. it means that you’re the reason why my heart feels so alive.”

“oh,” anton nods, a little smile forming on his face. “so you do like me.”

now it’s you who’s nodding.

just a while ago you didn’t want anton to know how you really feel about him because you were so afraid that the feeling was one-sided, but now that you know it’s mutual, you’re ready to take the initiative.

you slip closer to anton and sit down on his lap. first he’s surprised at your sudden move, but then you feel his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

seconds later, your lips meet his. not only was your heart racing faster than before, but because your bodies were so close, you could literally feel anton‘s heart racing as well.

you weren't expecting it, but as anton plastered kisses all over your face and neck, things heated up quickly. you didn't want him to stop, but knowing that your parents could walk into your room at any point made you want to go slowly.

“maybe we should continue this when we are alone, like completely,” you whisper as anton was kissing your neck.

“hmmm,” kiss. “maybe..” kiss. “you‘re..” kiss. “right.”

he stops, looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“this big smile looks good on you,” you put your arms around antons neck.

“and you know why i’m smiling like this? it’s because of you,” anton softly whispers before he plants another kiss on your lips.

[samsblades]

✶ . ၄၃ . like a miracle — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, poor editing, mentions of sam's trauma from the cage and becky, mentions of guilt, talk of marriage and weddings, implied sex from the night before, 1.1K words. requested !

summary : oddly enough, after sam's awful run-in with becky and their short lived marriage, sam realizes that he wants something like that with you, only real and safe.

oftentimes, sam feels that wherever he goes, his bodily autonomy will not be honored. unfortunately, oftentimes, this is true. he remembers being in the cage with lucifer. it is indescribably horrible. and most recently, he was forced into a marriage with becky. he doesn’t remember it all, but the thought of it makes him feel a bit nauseous and he can’t help but suspect what she did to him.

only with you can he forget how dirty he feels sometimes. not all the time, especially not these days. but he misses you, even though you’re right there. last night, being with you between these white sheets felt better than good. a momentary reprieve in the darkness and horror of it all. this morning, as he wakes, the sun coming in through the motel room blinds is not so bright that it hurts his eyes, but the perfect light to illuminate the bridge of your nose and highlight your silhouette under these sheets, their softness a pleasant surprise. last night got quite hot; the blanket must’ve fallen to the floor.

it’s a miracle that he still feels at peace as he wakes up. that your skin on his still feels sweet and warm and comfortable. all this is such a rarity recently. but he’s safe with you, and he knows it. he loves you, and he knows that even better. he adores to have you in his arms, this he knows well, too.

part of him is incessantly guilty. maybe most of him. it’s easier at this point to believe that all of the awfulness that his life is, is deserved. how could all this have happened if it wasn’t? how could god be so cruel? later, he’ll find out that god just is that cruel. worse than he could imagine.

all that guilt and self-deprecation, and sam lets himself have you. sometimes he does think he doesn’t deserve you. but you smile at him and it’s everything real and right and bright in the world. you smile at him because of him, and that must mean he’s doing something good. you love him and he’s the best person he’s ever met, so maybe he’s not as bad as he thinks he is. you love him and he actually believes it. and you love him in such a pure way, he thinks that it makes him better.

so what if, amongst the horror of it all, he could have something more with you? this is enough for him, it really is. but don’t you deserve more if that’s what you want? he could give you more, and you deserve everything in the world.

one would think the prospect of marriage would be a frightening one to sam, now. but frankly, he’s been through so much worse than becky. somehow, the idea is stuck in his head. it’s something he gave up on after jess died. damn, back then, it was everything he wanted. those first years, he agonized over it. cried about it, raged about it. he still thinks about jess. he still thinks about the ring he bought her. he lost it in the fire.

but seeing you, framed in these simple white sheets has him thinking. it has him wanting, somehow hoping. he doesn’t feel hope very much, though he’s always fought to be the optimistic one. he needs to see you in white, in the sun, at an altar. he’s always liked the way you look in white. every time you’re in your fbi get up, the jacket comes off and it’s just that plain white button up you’ve had for years… god, he loves it. god, he loves you. 

you wake to him staring. your eyes drift open, squinting a bit from the morning light until they adjust, and when they do, he’s looking right into your eyes already. a soft smile graces your lips. he looks incredibly fond of you.

“hi, love,” you murmur, voice hoarse with sleep. he brushes a hand over the side of your head, the feel of his fingertips and the look in his eyes are overwhelmingly affectionate.

“hi, honey,” he smiles back. he closes the small space, giving your lips a chaste kiss, then your cheek and your forehead. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you say easily. he’s at ease and it makes your heart swell. it’s not often that he gets to be at ease. 

“have you ever been to a wedding?” he asks out of the blue. a tiny look of confusion flashes across your features, but the question makes your heart skip a beat.

“a few, when i was a kid,” you answer, voice hushed. you thought weddings and marriage would be a subject that he’d like to avoid for a long while after becky. it’s been months, but you’ve still been careful, and you planned to be for as long as it seemed fit.

“did you like them?” he murmurs. you raise a brow softly. your hand rubs up and down the skin of his waist.

you give him a little shrug and your hand drifts from his side to rub at your tired eyes, then back to his scarred skin. “i guess. there was food and dancing, that part was always fun. but weddings, i’m sure, are very different for kids than they are for adults. are you asking if i think i’d like a wedding now?”

he’s been caught, but he supposes that’s what he was trying to do. “yeah,” he confirms in a whisper, hoping desperately that you’re not turned off or scared by the idea.

“i don’t know,” you answer honestly. his thumb brushes over your cheek. “depends on whose wedding, i guess. the idea of marriage is a little scary. but if it’s something you want to talk about, then… i wouldn’t be scared to do that.”

“no? you’d be alright with that?” he wants to be sure you’re not just saying that for his benefit, but his heart is already soaring. he understands why you think the idea of it is scary. he’s worried about it too, but a lot less when he remembers it would be with you.

“yeah,” you agree gently, that little smile still on your lips and tugging at his ability to hold back from kissing you. sam loves to kiss you when you’re smiling. “i’d be okay with that.”

“thanks,” he says softly, no longer finding it necessary to resist kissing you. his lips find yours again, then your jaw and your neck. his fingertips dance over your cheek and forehead and then wrap around your own free hand. his lips brush over the skin of your neck as he speaks, “i just think you look really good in white.”

he knows it's premature—there’s still a lot to talk about—but he’s got this aching urge to look for a ring. he wonders if there are any nice jewelers in this town. he’ll have to spend a long night hustling pool to afford anything decent, but he’s willing. god, he feels crazy for wanting to look for a ring. but he doesn't feel guilty for it. he doesn’t feel guilty for loving you, and like a miracle, he doesn’t think he ever will.

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision.

Older!Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: Cursing, sad traumatic backstory flashbacks, angst, cliffhangers, old man Logan, difficult unprocessed emotions, but he balls so fuck it, canon universe alterations

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random

sneakpeek ｡ ❄︎ ｡

[1]_She’s both the princess & the popstar.

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To say the last couple years of his life have been rough, would be the understatement of every unfortunate century he’s lived through.

First losing the others, then Charles, and even the new mutants. Everything had spiraled in a torrent from horrible to completely unsalvageable with him being the last one standing. The irony of that still leaves him with a bitter, lonely hurt that only alcohol soothes for him these days. Of course not even that comes without a price. The alcohol, amongst other things would be the death of him if he wasn’t already slowly dying of everything that was finally catching up to him. Old age, grief that haunted him daily, the crushing guilt, the adamantium poisoning, and a lifetime of being reckless…Logan doesn’t think he’s ever felt more out of his mind.

But after another particularly rough patch, he decided to move out to another state entirely alone, somewhere in the city to work as a whatever and use the bustling noise as a distraction from his demons. At current, he needed money. He’d been juggling odd jobs here and there but the pay wasn’t anything to write about so to keep living until he dies, he needs cash. And more pain meds with booze. Which costs money to buy.

For once it’s just his luck when he goes out one night to grab a few drinks and maybe look for a gig when Logan sees an ad for work taped on the table end of a shitty bar. There wasn’t much detail on it, just the name of a guy as well as his number for further info but says it’ll pay well.

Logan grabs the paper and leaves, driving back to his small place so he can call.

Squinting as he dials in the number, briefly wondering if he’ll even get an answer given how late it is but as he sits on one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, to his surprise, he does. From there he gets the rundown of what the job is, when he’ll be interviewed and screened, that a clean background check is a must. No more than misdemeanors, which won’t be a problem since he’s lived his life off the grid for as long as he can remember and so far the man on the line explains simply that the gig is just picking up the same young girl at some high end clubs, events, plus other appearances and dropping her ass back home. Said girl had to be rich because the man on the phone tells him that he doesn’t need his own car because one will be provided by his charge.

However, the one thing that was putting Logan on edge was the mystery of it all. Almost no details about the girl he was supposed to be toting around were given. He’s used to odd jobs so he brushes it off because it can’t be more trouble than everything he’s lived through and with all the turmoil he’s currently going through, owing about 50,000$ to a gang for past debts and running from that too, Logan will take any break he can get.

The rest of his break comes about 2 weeks later when he’s officially hired a few days after arranged interview, passing background check and paid his first check. To him, it’s strange to get paid before doing any actual work, but he was warned at the interview that the girl who’s to be his charge is “unconventional”. Shaking his head from all the possible meaning of that, Logan tries to refocus as he drives to the place pinned on the cars gps where he was to first get you. Arching a salt and pepper brow, Logan makes a sharp turn as he gets closer to the destination, ignoring the anxiousness welling up. He still knew nothing about you and for some reason it put him on edge.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this would end up being more trouble than it could be worth.

Logan ends up being so lost in thought on the drive by all the secretiveness that by the time he checks the gps, it says he’s already there. The first thing he notices is how shiny everything is, even with his blurry vision the house looked opulent, modern. Multiple stories and big ornate windows. The driveway was also long as hell but whatever. Straightening out his pitch black suit (also provided by his employ) and smoothing his hair, Logan only just then remembers he forgot his glasses when he gets out to stand by the side doors where he was told to open for you. Again, strange.

He doesn’t scowl but he’ll always look unfriendly thanks to life and experience but he hopes it’s not something he’ll get shit about. Yet, less than 5 minutes later, his expression changes completely as confusion and understanding dawn on him as the doors open and his charge comes out. Two men stand by the door as you exit and the secrecy of it all finally makes some fucking sense while making his life harder.

It was you. Shugō. A singer.

The new artist that recently took the world by storm with your music. Despite his reclusive lifestyle, even Logans managed to hear about you but from what he’s heard, as big of a star you are- almost all of your past is shrouded in mystery. Your real name isn’t even known, just your stage name, Shugō. You were elusive and for some reason, that only added to your popularity.

His vision wasn’t what it used to be but as you strode towards him, he was almost grateful for it because seeing you in all your glory could potentially become a problem. Your hair was in an elaborate updo with some of it framing your heart-shaped face, soft shaped eyebrows, and plump lips that spread into a smile as you approached him. The click of your heels and the sway of your mini skirt in a v cut top that flared out at the wrists almost covering what he knew were perfectly painted nails.

He didn’t even know what to say to you but he didn’t even get the chance to before a bubbly giggle broke the silence, making Logan jump to open the door for you. The cool sugar in your was scent all in his face as you pat him on the shoulder, fluttering pretty lashes as you give him a once over, “You look like you’ll be much more fun than the last stiff”, is what you say while you pass him before sliding in. Logan blinks at that, closing the door behind you as he gets back in the driver’s side and wonders how for the quick few seconds your hand was on his shoulder, he could’ve sworn his vision was perfect again. Able to even see the fine glitter on the sides of your eyes.

Mentally, he’s already putting his barriers up. The usual- don’t get close, don’t get involved, it’s for your and his own good. It’s just a job and nothing else so it’s best he keep the distance regardless of who you are, he thinks as the chilled sweet smell of your perfume fills the space.

There’s a ping on the gps to about 45 minutes away where he’s dropping you off. He doesn’t mind the silence but you feel differently as you clear your throat, smiling. Logan glances at you through the mirror before looking back at the road, swallowing. You were young because of course you are. Even smiling, there wasn’t a fold or wrinkle in sight and he was willing to bet you were at least early 20’s but there was no way to confirm because even if he looked it up, nothing personal was known about you. Stifling a sigh, Logan grips the wheel a little tighter. Little things were always trouble, pretty young things were even more trouble which he was too old for but it could explain the still nagging feeling that something was off about this job..

“Hey driver…”

And about you.

Part 2…

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

The Day He Lost Her

Note: Okay here's my first attempt at writing Jack...I don't love it, I don't hate it...the ending...meh? Some !widower Jack

Warnings:  mentions of death, fluff, nightmares, DUI

Summary: Jack relives the worst day of his life.

Jack had been having a good day. He got up at 5, went for a run, woke up his wife Julia with a strong cup of coffee, a hot shower which he shared with his favourite person and quickly downed his breakfast before kissing her softly, promising to text her later and rushing off for his day shift at PTMC. The first half of the day continued as normal, no horrible traumas, just the usual; drug overdoses, allergic reactions and a few unhoused people who were simply trying to get out of the cold streets of Pittsburgh. Jack found himself sitting at his station finishing up a chart, his leg not bothering him for once because he wasn’t rushing around from trauma to trauma. It was a rare day, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Robby was there, chatting with the nurses about his plans for his upcoming stretch of days off.

And then, like a switch was flipped, it changed with a single ring of the trauma phone. There was a brief pause at the nursing station as Dana took the call, everyone ready to jump into motion like the well-oiled machine that they were. Dana glanced between him and Robby before hanging up. “Break times over, MVC, two incoming, one with head trauma suspected DUI, the second ejected, I don’t know much else, ETA 7 minutes”

Immediately the room was bustling with the nurses dividing themselves and readying two trauma rooms. Jack watched as Dana pulled Robby to the side, talking in hushed tones causing a pit to settle in Jack’s gut. He doesn’t have time to think about it though because paramedics are rushing through the doors. “47-year-old male, Anthony Robbinson, involved in a two car MVC, suspected to be DUI, witnesses said he was all over the damn place, likely head trauma, cuts and contusions…well…everywhere. His victim is about a minute behind us.”

Jack jumped into action, guiding the medics into one of the readied trauma rooms as the team got to work. He works, ignoring anything not related to his patient and the team helping him, retreating into combat mode, at least until he hears the medics giving report to Robby from outside the room. “36-year-old female, victim of a DUI, went through the windshield when the seatbelt failed. Head trauma, LOC since impact, multiple broken bones, intubated in the bus, she’s crashed on us twice. She’s got more lacerations and contusions than I’ve ever seen. ID says her name is Julia Abbot.”

At the sound of his wife’s name his world all but stopped. He had to focus on his patient for the moment, until someone else could take over for him. The same patient who (allegedly) was the reason his wife was in the next room. It’s not long before Dana is running in with several senior residents trailing after her, ready to take over. “Jack…we need you in Robby’s room, now!” Jack immediately drops everything, knowing that if Dana, always unflappable, is upset, then this wasn’t going to be good.

Jack steals himself before entering the room. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he recognized the rings he put on her finger and the clothes she’d been wearing when he left, he wouldn’t have recognized her. Normally calm and cool under pressure, the one everyone goes to when they need someone to be the voice of reason…he felt the room start to spin as he watched Mateo giving chest compressions and heard the cracking of the ribs under his hands.

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Your eyes snap open, hearing Jack mumbling incoherently in his sleep. Immediately you recognized that he was having a nightmare. It happens often, less so these days, but often enough that you can typically recognize what the nightmare was of by the sounds he made or how he reacted. A lot of the time when he has them, he doesn’t remember the next day, which is a blessing. Sometimes, the nightmares were about Covid. Other nights they were about his time as a combat medic, both of his patients and of the day he lost his leg. But every so often he dreams about the day he lost Julie.  That one affects him for days.

You leaned over, turning on the lamp on your nightstand and squinting to watch him for a second. Gauging just which nightmare it is.  He mumbles Julie’s name, and you immediately get ready to wake him up. Dreams about Julie, you could wake him immediately, the same for anything Covid related. But war related nightmares required a process. You sat yourself up against the headboard and gently shook his shoulder. “Jack. Wake up honey, you’re having a nightmare.”  When he doesn’t wake up immediately you frown, normally he would wake quickly. You shake him again, freezing when his mumbling changes from Julie’s name to yours. You shake him a little harder this time and his eyes snap open, his chest heaving and his eyes darting around the room in a panic.

He sits up, almost unnaturally fast for someone who had just been dead asleep. “Hey! Hey, its okay, you’re okay.” I reached out, framing his face in my hands, needing to ground him, reminding him that while Julie was gone, and had been for 6 years, that he was okay. It took him a minute or so to calm down, his breathing ragged as he stared into your face. You could see the moment when he was back with you. “Hey, you, okay? Talk to me Jack, don’t shut me out.”

Jack’s entire body shuddered as he took a deep breath before he grabbed you, pulling you into his lap and holding you so close, so tightly, that you could tell that he thought you were going to disappear. You carded your fingers through his hair, gently, whispering soothing words in his ear. When he finally calms down, he pulls away, just enough to look you in the eye. You smiled softly at him, knowing it was what he needed.

“It was different this time” It came out a whisper but you’d heard it, and your eyes narrow in confusion. “At the end…Julie turned into you…I lost you both.” You nodded, understanding why he was so…out of it now. That was new for sure. You leaned on him, reaching for his hand and pressing it to your chest so that he could feel your heart beating under it.

“I’m here Jack, I’m here and I can’t promise that nothing bad will happen, but right here, right now, I am here, I am safe.” You watched as Jack’s eyes closed, his hand still on your chest, you could tell he was lost in the feeling of your heart beating. After a minute or two he opened his eyes again, more focused, and let out a breath before shimmying down to lay on his back again and pulling you with him, his arms wrapped tightly around you before he kissed your forehead. “Thank you…I love you.”

He didn’t say it often, Jack showed it in action, but hearing him say it made you smile, it also let you know just how rattled he was. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what happened you had his back, just like you knew he had yours.

“I love you too”

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 136 (Twists and Turns)

The next morning, Heather woke to a fresh blanket of spring snow (must be Canada 😂). She was hit with another bout of nausea, and stunned by news that one of her vet techs, Rico Garrison, had been unceremoniously culled killed in a shock drowning accident in Dachshund's Creek. This left her down a tech and about to commit to a months-long rebuild of Buttercup Pet Clinic.

Despite the unseasonably snowy holiday and feeling less than stellar, Heather had to go to work to cover Rico's appointments. She felt horrible for her best tech, Kaori Hayashi, who had been dating Rico since late winter. They were even expecting a child, which meant Heather would soon lose Kaori to maternity leave, too. At least Thaddeus, her most recent hire, could help pick up the slack, but this was undoubtedly a tragic setback.

Despite the unseasonal snowfall, J Huntington came in with his dog, Archimedes, thanking Heather for her advice over working with Landgraab Corp. "I signed the contract to give them the company. They'll take care of straightening out George's books, and for the first time, my guys will get healthcare, so everyone's on board with the change."

Heather forced a smile. She didn't care much for things that would please Nancy Landgraab, but she knew a strong presence at the docks was important after everything they'd been through over winter. "I'm happy for you," she said, and it wasn't a total lie.

She returned home in mid-afternoon, finding her younger sister back from Henford in the living room. "Hey Hazel! How was Easter dinner?"

"It was great." She fiddled with the hem of her jacket as she sat on the sofa. "I'm sorry I got upset with you while you were away. I was freaking out about all the marriage talk, but I shouldn't have put that on you."

"It's okay," said Heather. "I'm not upset, but I couldn't tell you what you should do. What if I had said no?" (That option won the poll, by the way!)

"I would've been more upset," she admitted. "I'm not ready to marry again right now, but I want to be with her for a long time."

"Did you talk to Suri?"

"I did. She said she's been feeling like she needs to hold on to the important people in her life since she lost her aunt so suddenly, and I totally understand what she's going through. But it's too soon to get married. We want to live together first - just the two of us."

"Here in Brindleton Bay?"

Hazel nodded. "I like working with Alex Goth, and the deal's almost done for Suri to buy the Salty Paw. She said when the owners found out her grandmother was Clara Bjergsen they did their own renovations and upped the price, but once a deal goes through, I'll move in with her in the small apartment over the bar."

"There's an apartment over the bar?"

"Not much of one, but we're going to try to turn it into something nice."

"I'm happy for you, Hazel. And I'm happy you handled this so maturely with Suri."

"You didn't think I could, did you."

"I hoped you would."

"Are you sure you guys won't miss me when I'm gone?"

"The Salty Paw's only about fifteen blocks away."

They laughed together and Hazel smiled. "Thanks for everything, sis. You're the best."

Heather still wasn't feeling great as she tried to get a few chores done around the house. She'd started to feel like she was fighting off an infection; it was time to see a doctor, so she left Conrad at home with Lavender to visit her gynecologist.

But she came home in a daze, stunned by the doctor's diagnosis. She found Conrad and Lavender upstairs, chatting as Lavender tried to bargain for another story. "When you're five, we'll talk about a later bedtime, but until then, that's now. Time to get into your pajamas." Conrad's attention turned when Heather shut the bedroom door behind her. "Hey! What did the doctor say?"

Heather sighed. "Well, I have a UTI. But that, the nausea, the fatigue...they have nothing to do with the spider bite."

Conrad's face fell. "What's up? You're okay...right?"

"I'm pregnant. About seven weeks."

She smiled as his expression flipped from concern to ecstatic joy. "Heather, that's incredible!"

Lavender glanced at her parents with confusion. "What's pregnen?"

"It means you're going to have a baby brother or sister."

Lavender still wasn't sure what they meant. "I have a brother awreddy. Can it be sister?"

"We don't choose, sweet girl."

"I hope it's a sister!"

After tucking Lavender into bed they settled onto the sofa for a comfortable night in, but their movie was interrupted when Heather's phone rang. She checked the call display before she connected the call. "Malcolm? What's going on? Is Ash there?"

The line was quiet for a long time. Too long, and Heather felt the phone start to shake in her hand. Finally, she heard Malcolm take a breath.

"Heather...I...It's...Ash is missing. H-he's been kidnapped." ->

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NOTE: Sorry I buried the baby news, but I didn't have enough content to make a whole other post and I set myself another arbitrary deadline to get to a certain point in the story by a certain date. And Heather was supposed to learn she was pregnant later than this, but the mod-generated UTI sent her to the gynecologist and she/we found out earlier than planned. No offense to this very wanted baby but ASH IS MISSING!!

NOTE 2: @purplesimmer455 the way I couldn't react with the excitement I wanted to your meme share on Sunday knowing I paid homage to it in this very post ("What's pregnen?") and didn't want to give the truth away yet! 😅 Shout out to @matchalovertrait who also guessed this, and @changingplumbob who I think was thinking it when she asked why Ash's room had bunk beds. I made up a small fib about repurposing the tiny nursery space, but actually I still need it for the new nooboo!

NOTE 3: On one hand, it's very sad that Rico was culled when he's expecting a baby. On another hand, this is a setback on my likely-fruitless search for a five-star rating because now I have to train up a new tech! Tragic!!

WCIF Phone Poses: Unexpected Phone Call by @starrysimsie and Shocked News by @simmireen. I used @nataliaauditore-blog's iPhone 11 accessory in both poses.

[rosenclaws]

Hi I have an idea for headcanons.. (I’m not sure if it’s good or not) what will be Logan’s reaction to the reader crying after seeing how much he’s been hurt during the mission or maybe crying after seeing him in a long time and thankful that he’s safe.

awww this is too cute, I love some comforting Logan.

Origins Logan -

There's a massive thunderstorm brewing and you were worried about Logan going to work. Being around all those trees what if something bad happened? You know he can heal but he can't heal everything. It just makes you nervous. So when the rain starts to pour and lighting starts a massive fire that isn't being put out by the rain, well fuck you don't know what to do. Against your better judgement you got into the truck and drove down to the lumberyard.

You were soaked to the bone as you ran inside the office and you swore you could have cried there because you saw Logan waiting out the storm with some of his coworkers. He was shocked to see you there and rushes over immediately. Scolding you for even thinking about driving in a storm like this and thanking god you were safe. You were just so worried and it warms his heart that you are that much BUT he makes you swear to never drive in conditions like this again. He takes off his flannel and makes you wear it so you're in something warm. Yes he is shirtless because I said so.

Trilogy Logan -

You knew something was wrong when Charles called you into his office. The solo mission Logan had gone on made your stomach twist just hearing about it. Logan isn't exactly stealthy, his methods are much more straight forward and bloody. So when he went away for a week you were a nervous wreck. A week passed and Logan wasn't back and your mind went to the worst places. Charles called you into his office to tell you that Logan's tracker had been turned off only 3 days into the mission. They waited because they knew Logan often goes off on his own but he missed the return deadline.

It was horrible. You couldn't eat or sleep. Just waiting for Logan to come home. You stayed away analyzing everything you could. Calling in favors and staring at the empty map where his tracker should be. It's not until a week later where he walks through the door. His suit is torn and he looks tired but he's home. You burst into tears the second you two were alone. Holding onto him tight as you cry. It breaks his heart to see you so worried. He's a survivor and he tells you that but it doesn't make the worry any less. He cups your face and promises that he'll always come home. That he has you and nothing will stop him from getting back to you.

DOFP Logan -

Okay so this one's a little different. There's not much need for missions and fighting anymore after Logan reset the timeline but sometimes he still thinks about what his world used to be. So much so that Charles tasked you with helping him clear his mind. Logan didn't want you to because he didn't want you to see what he's been through but you promise you can handle it. Logan has a soft spot for you and he always has so he really doesn't want you to. But there isn't much room for argument.

You see everything. All the pain and loss he's been through. The trauma of losing people he's loved and the things that were done to him. How inhumane he was treated. It broke your heart. You started to cry and Logan refused to ever let you in his head again. He held you as you cried from how much he's been hurt. He promises you that everything's okay and that he's strong and a fighter. His life hasn't been easy but he's here now and he's alright. He promises.

Old Man Logan -

Logan would disappear a lot. You don't know much about his life. Just that he drives a limo and takes care of his father. At least that's what he's told you. He won't bring you over to his place and he tends to keep to himself. Still you love him and he loves you even if he's not the best at showing it. When he does show up at your place he's dressed his best. Switching to a shirt that doesn't have blood and brining you flowers he took an extra couple rides to afford. Still you worried about him. You could see he was in constant pain and he would never let you in. It had been a couple days since you saw him and you were flipping through some channels when you see the news reporting on an attempted carjacking. The car got away but it had left blood, hubcaps, and a license plate. A license plate you recognized as Logan's.

You were terrified. Telling yourself that he's fine and it wasn't his car but you can't stop yourself from calling over and over. You don't get a response until the next morning. You could barely sleep when you got a knock at your door, there was Logan looking as exhausted as ever but still had a smile on his face seeing you. You hugged him tight and let a few tears slip which made him confused. You could barely get the story out before he was shushing you and telling you he's alright. He hides the blood that was still on his shirt and the pain in his chest from getting shot. You don't need to know that. He tells you he's alright and that nothings gonna happen to him. What a liar.

Worst Logan -

Logan was gone because of the damn TVA again. Sending him on dangerous missions as a favor for letting him stay in your universe. His healing factor made things easier but you still missed him. Still you waited and then he came home. Covered in blood. You freaked when you saw Wade half dragging him through the orange portal. Something had fucked with his healing and it was taking longer than it should. Logan tries to pretend he's fine but he's weak and his wounds aren't healing. He never wanted you to see him like this. He feels horrible seeing those tears in your eyes as you help clean him up. He brushes his thumb across your cheek and tells you not to cry for him. He's not worth it. But you tell him he's an idiot and you care about him more than he cares about himself so of course you're gonna cry. Logan commits your tears to memory to serve as a reminder to never let you see him like this again.

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

HI, CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT THE AKKALA CITADEL?????

Yes? Wonderful. Come, friend, have a seat. I have...a lot to say lol

Eight years later and I am STILL not over how absolutely genius this fortress is, like are you kidding me????? Everything from location to design to its inside defenses is just *chef's kiss* PHENOMINAL, and so because I have no filter, I am going to barf all my thoughts I've had on it in the past many many years.

Before we begin, shoutout to the WONDERFUL video by Zeltik that touches on this a bit and gave me a wonderful basis for my brainrot in the first place. Definitely go and watch it it's fabulous NOW! Let's get into the madness shall we? First let's talk about the location cos OHHHH MY GOSH. This was, hands down, THE best place they could have possibly put a fortress of this magnitude in Hyrule and I am going to tell you why. First of all, allllllll along the northern and northwestern border of Hyrule, there's those massive canyons

Passing over that in a way that would be effective military-wise is kind of impossible, so it provides a natural defense from invaders from those directions.

If you were to come from the South, you would hit the Gerudo desert and not only have to face the might of the Gerudo military, but also cross this EXPANSIVE, scorching desert before you can even make it to Hyrule field, and by that time, the royal leader could have very easily sent an army to intercept anyone trying to attack, so that's right out.

Which leaves coming from the Faron region next which is okay??? I guess??? but that's a LOT of swamp and forest you have to cross through, AND you go right past the Great Plateau where any army would have been seen and intercepted eventually. This takes us closer to the eastern coast of Hyrule, and you would be hard pressed to try and travel through Necluda, cos just l o o k at all these mountains you'd have to cross:

Horrible. And you probably don't want to go through Zora's Domain cos that's yet another heavily fortified and well prepared city in and of itself (please ask me about this one too I beg of you I love talking about Zora's Domain)

Any military leader with a brain isn't going to go through Death Mountain for obvious reasons, so really, all that leaves is this tiiiiiinnnyyy vulnerable spot in Akkala

And where did they put the citadel??? Right at the heart of that vulnerable spot >:D Like a boss.

AND SO! if invaders came in from that coastline, they have three options: They can take the path through the Akkala Highlands, they can go through the Torin Wetlands and up to the pass it connects to, or they can take the trail up to the Sokkala Bridges. All of these are TERRIBLE OPTIONS Akkala Highlands path: If they come up this way at the start

this will work allll the way until they get about here:

once they get here though, you are now not only bottlenecking an entire army meant to invade a kingdom (so probably roughly 1,000-1,300 people), but you're also directly under the shadow of the Akkala Citadel. There are archers there to fire on you, and they had a canon post on that side to potentially fire either at the incoming soldiers or fire at the opposite canyon wall to rain debris and rocks on them.

TERRIBLE for the other army.

And even if some did manage to survive, it would be painfully easy for the infantry at Akkala Citadel to send foot soldiers down below to cut them off.

SO THERE GOES THAT OPTION (and admittedly, I think it's probably the worst of the three)

Next option is to go through the Torin Wetlands and up into that same pass by the Citadel

this is ALSO a bad idea because the Torin Wetlands are a DELIGHTFUL tactical advantage for Hyrule. Once you get to that pass, you have the same problems as option one, but now you first have to pass through this wide marshland to get there. This will immediately slow down your army, and if that wasn't bad enough it's also in clear freakin view of the citadel and so they would be able to send their entire militia of archers and potentially even cannoneers to fire on the advancing army and take a bunch of them out before they could even make it to that pass.

So a smart general may say the best option is to go around the long way.

now this eliminates the pass and also slowing down at the marsh, and you could even make it almost all the way to the citadel without hardly any losses probably BUT! The first hurdle is those bridges. Wonderful for Hyrule, terrible for the opposing army. The three Sokkala bridges are SMALL, even smaller than the pass an army would have to go through with the other two options. This military leader would basically have to send their soldiers single file unless they have a way to expand the bridges to make them wider (which, admittedly, could be possible with a bit of foresight, but for now for simplicity's sake let's just assume they didn't think that far ahead).

This brings in an EXTREMELY slowly advancing army right to the heart of the Akkala Citadel's battery.

There are three locations with canons we see in BOTW that cover pretty much the entire open area the opposing army would come in on. And when you look at the amount of space each post covered

There is not a SINGLE spot in that valley a cannoneer couldn't easily reach. And, of course they would continue to have archers to pick off individual soldiers as well.

And if SOMEHOW

BY SOME MIRACLE

enough soldiers make it through that hell to be enough of a problem, there are plenty more soldiers in the citadel to cut them off as they come up the hill AND IF THAT'S NOT ENOUGH! there was this:

by the time we get to botw, it has been destroyed, but that is ANOTHER smaller stronghold that was probably pretty well manned in and of itself.

AND WHAT'S MORE

There's even this long cliff road with very little room to operate, so it would be extremely easy for the citadel to send over some soldiers to post up there and cut off anyone who tried to make it past. And with so little room to operate, it would not go well.

Ain't NOTHING getting past the Akkala Citadel, guys.

And that isn't even touching on the fact that the whole thing is build of solid stone??? And carved into a mountain??? The entire reason it fell in the first place was because the Guardians had enough of fire power to destroy the citadel that they had never seen before (also they could climb walls but that's a side note). This implies that no one in Hyrule or the neighbouring kingdoms had even CLOSE to that level of destructive power, so to try and raze it to the ground would have been impossible.

AND!! it was the most heavily fortified fortress in Hyrule second to the castle itself, and to most likely their military personnel would have been equal too, if not slightly more than even Hyrule Castle. That's A LOT of people!! With most likely endless support and resources from the castle and villages nearby as well.

It was placed geniously, it had impenetrable defense, it had a potentially endless supply of resources and people to use said resources, it was just

argjfbdkjgbks You guys don't understand how much I THINK about this place aghhhhhhhhhh

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi. I really love all of your stuff and all of your characters! Is really difficult to find some fem Yatjua x reader and you are one if the bests.

I love Gawtin and I was wondering (if it alright) if you could show how the reader confession went. Like the first time they explicitly told Gawtin they love her. I think it could be very cute a fluff.

Thank and I hope you have a great day.

I Think I Love You

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2897

Summary: The small, content hut that has become your home offers you peace and quiet. Qui-oky, Gawtin's newest toddler, has been placed into your care until the mother returns from her hunt. You are resting on the porch, sketch book in hand. A thundering roar scares the daylights out of you. A massive beast comes from the foliage!

Author Note: Thank you so much for the ask! I love Gawtin so damn much. I'm glad that people enjoy her as well. I once was told if its not out there, make it happen. So that's how Gawtin came to be.

Masterlist

Ao3

Somedays, you can’t help but remember what life was like back on earth. Your home in the woods. Where you had stumbled across an injured, laboring Gawtin who was ready to rip off your head. An unpredictable situation that you never thought would even occur. Let alone to you!

Yet, you wouldn’t change a thing. Not a thing at all. Despite the injuries you’ve sustained after meeting her and saving her from the government hunting her down. Or the fact you could never return to earth without being hunted down yourself. Not that you wanted to go back. You had lived by yourself in a cabin in the middle of the woods. It was a life you enjoyed but this one you loved better.

Everything you could ask for, Gawtin got it for you. It was something about being in your debt despite you trying to just wave it off. She wouldn’t let you. You had saved Qui-oky and her life that day and helped her after that. You wanted to call it even at that point since she did save you after that. The Yautja was set in her ways.

Nowadays, you sit outside with the protection of an awning. The twin suns of Yautja Prime were far too harsh for your human skin. It would take around an hour for your skin to be horribly sun burnt and three hours for blisters to cover your exposed skin. Thankfully, you hadn’t learned that the hard way.

After Gawtin had retrieved her ship and carried you there to heal you, the green Yautja flew her ship away from that hellish place. Never to return. That wasn’t the only troubles in your life you had to deal with. If you thought earth was difficult, Yautja Prime wanted you dead. Nothing but a paste etched into its grounds.

Don’t get you started on the Yautjas!

Gawtin’s mother wanted you dead the moment her daughter carried you off of the ship. She almost succeeded too. Ma’tan-Aih tried to slaughter you out of cold blood at the very sight of you. She demanded her daughter either killed you or took you away from this place. A week’s worth of debating and a challenge later was able to subdue the leader of this small tribe.

Here you still are as well. You healed from your injuries with some scarring to tell about the tale. You barely lift a finger when it comes to life around the home. Gawtin preferred if she does it. Yet, she will leave Qui-oky to your care when she goes out to hunt. A huge sign of trust that furthered your bond with the small family.

A family you were part of.

Little Qui-oky grew like a weed as well. It’s been around six months since you left earth behind. The child has learned to crawl and kind of walk around the property, making him dangerous when he tries to go explore. You’ve resorted to placing a leash on him after he nearly slipped out of the house without you seeing it. Little fucker.

He tugged at the leash and tried to escape from the harness. It’s been specially made for him so he can’t break out of it or escape. “Oky, stop. You can’t just run off and get yourself killed. Your mom would kill me,” you scolded him with a stern look. He may not understand English in the slightest, he knew what that voice and face meant. It’s a mom look you’ve learned from Gawtin. It wasn’t as great as hers of course. She was his mother after all.

The child growled and started to gnaw on the leash. The fiber of the leash had been reenforce with some sort of metal. You didn’t know what it was made of. Whatever it was though, worked for keeping Qui-oky tethered and safe from nature. A sigh left your lips at the child before you set down your sketch book to the side and walked over to him.

His blue eyes, ones he got from his father, peered up at you with frustration. You squatted down, arms coming to rest on your thighs. “You, little man, just love to get into trouble. It’s in your nature, ain’t it?” you teased him and reached out to pull the leash from him. The child growled, eyes narrowing. He jerked back and tugged on the fabric. Either to pull it free from your hand or to break it. Anyway for him to escape but you couldn’t let that happen.

“Qui-oky,” you said his name in warning and ended it with a growl. The longer you’ve been around Yautjas, you’ve adapted to their ways. From culture to behavior. “Stop biting it. Do you need something to chew on instead?” You kept a hand holding the rope while with the other, you reached over and plucked up one of his toys.

His teeth were already coming in. The top two had nearly revealed themselves fully. The bottom two had unsheathed about halfway so far. Then, there was his mandibles. Fangs were pushing their way free, sharp as puppy teeth. A jaw strength to sever a finger if you became a bit too… distracted with him. A lesson you had learned the hard way. Little vicious guy.

A chewable toy was offered to the toddler. His bright blue eyes followed the item as you waved it in front of him. One of his hands reached up to grab it but you ensured to keep it a safe distance away.

“Nuh-uh, sweetie. Release the leash and do not bite it again. Then, I’ll give it you.” But the baby didn’t understand your words. Maybe if you spoke in his native language? There was no chance in that happening. You barely even understood the basics when Gawtin had company over. Mostly just her sister. You had learned something very important that Gawtin refused to let you have.

A translator. To make all of this easier of a transition. Yet, the giant green female refused, saying it would ‘not help you’ and ‘only made your life harder’. Whatever that meant.

Oky snarled again. As cute as a puppy fighting over a toy.

The toy was held a little closer, almost to the point he could skim his fingertips along it. He narrowed his eyes on you again then jerking forward, fingers wrapping around it. Before he could completely claim the item, a thundering roar shot panic up your length of spine. Not because of how loud it was…

No from how close it was.

In a instant, you bundled Qui-oky up in your arms and were on your feet. From the tree line, something massive smashed its way through foliage and young trees. A shocked gasp tore at your throat. Blood poured from a gasp above its boar-ish eyebrow. The tusked creature barreled towards the hut. Exactly where the two of you stood.

There was a flash of movement. Something long and sheen darted through the air before embedding itself into the side of the beast. Short, stubby legs faltered its heavy weight and sent it tail overhead. The ground trembled as the creature landed harshly on its back with a hoarse cry. It went still moments later.

Still in shock and fear, you watched in terror as a humanoid figure emerged from the foliage. Nearly the same green as the leaves and plants around her, Gawtin stood at the head of the boar-like beast and took a knee. A large, green hand rested upon the blue and black striped fur. Her massive head bowed in a short prayer and thanks.

The breath you were clutching onto left your lips the moment you recognized the sight of Gawtin. Qui-oky squealed in your arms and fought hard against the hold around his small body. You tried to sooth him the way Gawtin does but it does little progress. So, you set the little on down and unclipped his harness. He’s gone in one second flat. Stumbling on unsteady, stubby legs towards his mother. A soft smile graced your lips at the sight.

Gawtin noticed the movement and picked her head. The metal mask that adorns her face removes every ability to read her emotions. You’ve not learn the subtle cues of her body language just yet. She scopes up the child with a chuff and smoothly places him on her hip. Qui-oky hugs her to the best of his ability. A human trait he’s seen you do a couple of times. One of the very few things he has picked up from you. Yet, not anything of English.

It was an adorable sight of mother and child. Your smile widened. Your features softening.

Purple eyes flickered over to you. You instantly sobered up, shoulders drawing towards the awning. In a panic, you looked side to side for something to busy yourself in. All there was your sketch book. You spun rapidly around and entered the home like your butt was on fire.

That gazed followed you the entire time.

Moments later, Gawtin came in after you and held a happy Qui-oky in her arms. You felt the heat racing to your cheeks and tainting the tips of your ears. You didn’t dare to look at her green form moving into her own home. The scales covering her were slick with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked so beautiful after hunting all morning for this week’s food. But you shoved down that feeling building up in your heart and headed for the kitchen.

Only for a hand grasp your bicep. You couldn’t help all of your muscles tensing up at the sudden touch, head snapping towards Gawtin. The towering female looked down at you, mask still in place. An uneasy feeling pooled in the pit of your stomach.

“Thank you for watching Qui-oky,” she rumbled and released your bicep after holding it for a moment longer than necessary. You missed the touch as soon as it was gone and had to catch yourself from following after her hand. “Will you help me with the Arietom outside?” That’s what the beast was called? Scary.

A bit dazed after that frightening display, you couldn’t help but nodding your head. The lump in your throat forced down afterwards. “Yeah. What do you need?” you stammered slight, cursing at yourself for such a slip. Strong. You had to act strong and mighty. Not a weak, frail human. You wanted to… You shut that thought down quickly.

“I am going to harvest the Arietom. I will need your help carrying the meat inside so I can dress it. I am going to teach you how to dress it as well.” Your eyes widened at the offer. Well, less of an offer and more of a demand. Gawtin takes what she wants and leaves no room to argue with her. Something you’ve come to learn over and over with the stubborn female.

“Yeah, I can do that for you.” Gawtin leads you over to the now dead Arietom lying in the front yard of her home. It’s a massive creature. Such a size you could easily ride it. A beautiful coat of cyan blue and black stripes that reminded you of a tiger. It also had boar tusks yet an elongated snout. It was weird to look at.

Gawtin sets down her child to whip out a carving knife and got to work on the beast. Chunks of meat were pulled off of it and handed to you. You, sort of used to the blood, carried the pieces into the hut and set them down in the kitchen. Soon enough, the kitchen counters were full and the beast was properly divided up for different things. The fur was carefully stretched out to dry.

Inside the home, Qui-oky set off to play with his toys in the living room while the two of you worked. The edible meat chunks were cut down to even smaller sizes and packaged into jars with a liquid that preserved them even longer. It didn’t require the meat to go into an ice box or anything of the sort. Just into the cabinet for next time.

The giant female stand behind you and guides your hands through the motion of cutting. From meat, the two of you went onto its organs. Liver and kidneys. Both that freaked you out a bit but Yautjas don’t waste resources. No matter what. Even the parts that couldn’t be eaten were used to fertilize the ground of the garden.

Yet, the entire time, you couldn’t help but be tense. Her large, warm hands cupping yours. Her stomach and thighs pressing into your backside. Gawtin was leaned over you. Her thick tresses resting on your shoulders. This was the closest you’ve ever been with her before. It freaked you out.

Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest and land alongside the other organs on the table. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe as well. You were struggling to compose yourself. Not from fear. The words were stuck in your throat. A way they’ve been that way for so long you don’t even remember when it first started. Maybe when you first met her.

When you went to make the next cut, your hands were shaking so bad that Gawtin stopped you. Her fingers curling around your wrist. The size difference evident then. Her other hand tipped your chin up to face her.

Those beautiful purple eyes stared into yours, capturing your attention despite the heat that flickered across your cheeks. “You distracted, little one,” she rumbled from deep within her chest. “Being distracted while wielding a knife is not smart.” You internally winced at that, knowing she was right. “What captures you mind?”

She moved her fingers so the tips of her claws grazed along your throat. Your knees instantly felt weak. If it wasn’t for her pinning you in place, you would’ve collapsed.

“God, I think I love you,” you muttered in a trance only to realize what you had said a second later. You straightened up, muscles locking. “Wait! I-“ But the damage had been dealt. You didn’t know how to take back the words or fix what you broke.

She snorted and chuckled deeply within her chest. Her body weight shifts slightly more onto you. The hand holding you face up refused to let go. Gawtin leans in closer. “Hm? What was that?” But you knew she had heard exactly what had left your lips. Her hearing was ten times better than yours.

The heat in your face could boil an egg at this point. You couldn’t turn your face away to hide your embarrassment. “N-nothing,” you stuttered and kept flickering your gaze from her face to the side. Anywhere from meeting that piercing gaze of hers.

A short hiss escaped from her mandibles. “Speak up, little one. Tell me what you said,” she demanded, voice hardening slightly yet still teasing. You knew she was going to give up so easily.

Your eyes closed in reaction. “I… I said I think I love you,” you relented and gave up. There was no fighting Gawtin. It was a pointless, loosing battle.

Deep purrs rolled from her throat, vibrations rolled down your spine. “You think? Or you know?” God, was she going to keep teasing you until you finally admit what she clearly knows.

Finally, you opened your eyes and met her gaze over your shoulder. “I know I love you.” Her fingers pressed a hair harder against your skin. Enough that you noticed it. Gawtin leaned down even further and nuzzled her closed mandibles against your temple.

“I am glad you feel the same way. I have been waiting for you admit it for weeks.”

“Wait!” You jerked your head up at her words, accidentally knocking against her mouth. “You knew this entire time?! Why didn’t you say anything?” All this time. This entire time, she knew. She never said a thing either. She let you wallow in your confused feelings until you let them spill from your dazed lips like a fool.

“Yes, I did. Oomans are different than Yautjas. I understood if I pressed too quickly, it would only frighten you. I am a hunter. I am patient.”

Oh. That… that made a lot of sense. She was trying to let you guide the pace, the way this goes. She wanted to let you have control over the situation. A very scary, new situation with your still unsettled feelings.

You pushed down the lump in your throat and relaxed a little. “Uh, thank you. For doing that. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you straight up said that to me.” Honestly. The worst would’ve probably been you freaking out and racing for the forest before Gawtin could understand what happened.

Now that leaves you clueless. You meet her gaze again. “What does this mean for us now?” Were you in a relationship? Was it exclusive? Because Yautjas aren’t.

She lets her claws skim across your skin until your jaw. “Whatever you want. I will not push you, little artist.”

Shit, anything? Anything you wanted? A dangerous thing to offer to you. But she wasn’t backing down. What she said was the truth. You smiled softly at her.

“Okay, we’ll take this slow then.”

[rockrosethistle]

Workin Boys was literally the only thing that saved Hidgens from being flanderized beyond recognition

(Spoilers for Workin' Boys)

So what I think a lot of people don't give much thought to is how much Professor Hidgens as a character has evolved since tgwdlm, essentially becoming a parody of himself.

Think of Hidgens as a character. What are his defining traits?

Did you think about how he is a doomsday prepper who has been stockpiling supplies for 20 years? Because that's how he's introduced in Guy.

Did you try think about how he has a weird relationship with his Alexa? Or did we forget about that?

In fact, for the majority of TGWDLM, Hidgens' main character trait is that he says weird shit with a Doc Brown voice.

The whole concept of Workin Boys isn't even introduced until the last half hour of the show. That's where he reveals his real motivation: to live out the musical he wrote as a young man.

Actually, no, that's not right. Because his motivation was world peace, and Workin Boy's was just a convenient means to that end.

I won't disregard the fact that Hidgens clearly has an emotional connection to the show, but in Guy, it serves as a punchline rather than a driving force.

So now we have this lovely, morally-grey, multi-layered character that we can work with.

By the time we get to Time Bastard, the fandom is expecting a show stopping number reference, so of course we get that.

But at this point, Hidge is still that multi-layered character. Sure, showstopping number gets a callback, but we also get a callback to his strange relationship with robots. They make up an equal part of him as a character.

By the time we get to Honey Queen, we have lost several aspects of Hidgens altogether. He is no longer a doomsday-believing recluse. He is now active in the community and his only motivation is to get his show funded. He brings it up at every chance he gets, and his loyalties lie with whoever is more likely to make Workin Boys happen.

So how the hell do we come back from this?

Well, at first it seems like we're not going to. Workin' Boys (the short film) comes out, and it looks like we're leaning even harder into this aspect of his personality than before. But then we get hit with something we're not expecting: Hidge gets the Ted Spankoffski treatment.

I'm referring to Ted's backstory in Time Bastard, where we learn that all of his actions actually stem from a single, traumatic moment, which in his eyes forced him to alter his behaviour, so as to not go through the same trauma again.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

The backstory we get from Hidgens certainly puts things in perspective. No, it's not enough to explain why his behaviour has been so laser-focused on this one show, but it's a start.

Then comes the part that changes everything.

It's left up to interpretation whether these ghosts Hidge is seeing are actually there, or just hallucinations, but that doesn't really matter.

Hidgens had been through a horrible experience, so traumatizing that he is still literally being haunted by it decades later. For one reason or another, he believes that the only way he can relieve himself of these ghosts is by bringing honor to the loved ones he's lost and telling their stories.

This reveal recontextualizes everything we know about Hidgens as a character. Suddenly, this isn't a story about some guy who just really wants to put on his musical, this is a story about guilt. Of course it would be the driving factor in his life. Look at him apologizing to his boys. He feels like he is slandering their memories with everything that goes wrong for the show.

This is supported even more with the ending.

Henry Hidgens dies with a smile on his face, believing he's finally achieved his goal: to tell the real story of what happened that night.

It finally makes sense as to why we've lost those parts of him--we've retconned the character by revealing that all that simplification of his goals and traits wasn't flanderization at all, but a steady downward spiral of grief over his loved ones. It wasn't Hidgens getting a little too into being a playwrite, it was him descending into madness caused by the inability to please the part of himself (or the literal ghosts, if that's how you interpret it) that believes he's not doing enough.

And if not for Workin' Boys, he would have remained that one-dimensional character.

[qwardivior]

DEMON BUSTERS!—MIST HASHIRA

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Sorry for the long wait, but here’s the next installment of the Demon Busters saga! This one is about our favorite Mist Hashira, Muichirou! For anyone who is new here or hasn’t seen the first part, in this modern kny au people have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates and the Demon Busters (the updated and rebranded Demon Slayer Corps) need a way to get people to call them. In short, they run ad campaigns. Several characters will be getting these ad campaigns. The previous one was Tanjirou and this next one is Muichirou!

You can find the first Demon Busters AU post here! Now onto this one!

—Lore dump Incoming!!—

In this au, Muichirou and Yuichirou’s parents are victims of a demon attack, leaving the twins alone to fend for themselves. Somehow, they make do alone. But they aren’t completely alone, since Amane Ubayashiki comes around from time to time to see how they’re doing. Muichirou is comforted by her presence, but Yuichirou is just confused on how she got their address. Everytime she comes over, she tried to get them under the care of the Demon Busters. Muichirou thinks this is a great idea, since they’d be able to prevent others from losing their parents just like they did. But to Yuichirou, they seem like sketchy criminals. No matter how much he tried to convince him, Yuichirou’s stance wouldn’t budge. It was too dangerous, he’d say, and Muichirou was too weak to do anything so he’d just go out there to die anyway. The Mu in Muichirou meant that he was nothing after all. This disagreement caused a lot of tension between them, and as a result they drifted apart. Their days were filled with tense quiet, until one summer night. On that summer night they were attacked by a demon. The demon cut Yuichirous arm off as he tried to protect Muichirou. Naturally, Muichirou had to do something about this. So with whatever weapons he could find he was(somehow) able to fend off the demon. But the truth is he really doesn’t remember how. He honestly doesn’t remember much of what transpired during that night. He just barely remembers being carried off by Amane and the sound of sirens and red and blue lights. When he woke up he was at the Demon Busters HQ where he was being taken care of. From then on he swore he would train to get stronger, so that’s what he did. But there was still a large gap in his memory.

Muichirou is an interesting case as far as this au goes. He became a hashira in 2 months, the quickest anyone has become one. He’s a full time slayer, but he doesn’t drop out of school. He balances schoolwork, and Demon Busting, not very well since he’s constantly absent, but he does it. Like in canon, he adopts Yuichirou’s personality until he realizes himself, but his progress is accelerated when the flame hashira Rengoku introduces him to his little brother Senjuro. Him and Senjuro are the same age, and Mui needed someone that he could relate to and connect with. They go to the same school and though Senjuro has issues of his own (more on that in a later installment) they somehow connect with each other. Muichirou’s memory is horrible as he has trouble remembering general information about anything really, including himself. However hanging with Senjuro has allowed bits and pieces of his memory to come back, but not nearly enough for progress. It isn’t until Mui meets Tanjirou for the first time (slightly earlier in this au) that everything he supposed he knew about himself gets turned on its head. Muichirou also makes friends with Genya who is the major reason why he hasn’t dropped out of school yet to focus on demon slaying. Genya thinks an education is important, but compared to slaying demons he obviously has different priorities.

Muichirou thinks he’s completely alone and doesn’t have a family anymore, but as time goes on that doesn’t seem to be the case. He finds out about an “investigative force” that’s interested in the Demon Busters (the usual, their inner workings, how they run, etc), but more specifically in him. This is problematic for multiple reasons with the biggest one being that they’re just civilians. And if they’re Demon chasing trying to catch a Buster, a Hashira no less, then they could be in serious danger. But the names of one of these “investigators” sounds extremely familiar. Rumor has it they have the same last name, maybe even look alike. Initially this coincidence seemed unlikely, but the more he finds out about them, the more their reasons for tailing him become clearer, and it’s almost like he can just picture one of the investigators…he seems to remember them…and their name is at the tip of his tongue…

Oh and did I mention that Muichirou has a warrant out for his arrest?

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Thanks for sitting through this second lore dump! I know this is long, but I really enjoy sharing the lore with you guys! And thank you so, so much on the support on the first Demon Busters post!! I did not expect you guys to like this au as much as I do!! A quick reminder for this au, even though the backstory seems heavy in this one, this is a mostly lighthearted au that doesn’t take itself seriously, so neither should you! This is all fun and games as we try to ignore the sadness and depression that is canon! Feel free to add to the lore with me! My ask box is open, so if you guys have good ideas or questions share them with me! Thanks again for your support and I’ll see you guys in the next one!!!

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny goes on Vacation: Bad Ending

(Kind of a Part 2 to This Post, and specifically the comment made by @gamermineral about the GIW)

So! Danny has not had a Vacation in Years. Not since the day he became a Hero.

Its not even that he hasn't tried before, its that every time he does it all goes horribly wrong.

The first time he ever tried taking a vacation, Undergrowth broke out of the Zone and took over the town for a 2nd Time. It took a week to fix that mess.

The next time, he tried just going away for a few days, and that was the day Aragon and Vlad teamed up to try and take over the City.

The final time was a few years later. He had mostly managed to establish a Stable Situation after months of Hard Work. The Rogues weren't attacking as Frequently, and in fact many of them had become good frenemies with him over the years. Their Battles were more like Play Fights at that point, although he did need to keep them from going too far and hurting civilians.

He thought he was safe for a few days break in the next city over...

Turns out some random Cult decided to Summon Pariah Dark out of his Coffin in them middle of a Major City that very day. That Incident had both Secured his Position as the new Ghost King, and had caught the attention of the JLA. They approached him afterwards offering a position on their Team.

Still, Danny held off on having a Vacation for a while longer. He still didn't know if it was even worth asking them to cover for him, the situation was mostly peaceful and they weren't that big of a threat usually.

Eventually though, after a few months of working up the nerve he asked the Team if they could cover for him so he could have a Vacation. They had enthusiastically agreed, happy to help even if it was a supposedly easy job.

Danny left them a few instructions on what to do in the case of a Rogue Attack, and left for his Vacation in Space.

But he still wasn't fully sure, so he went back to check on them after 2 days. It seemed like everything was actually fine, and he left again.

A week later, he was feeling nervous again, and check up again. And it still seemed to be going well.

After one more minor checkup, he felt secure in the safety of the Situation. So he left to deep space for the remainder of his Vacation and enjoyed the hell out of it. He felt free for the first time in YEARS!

But the situation wasn't going nearly as good as the Team had lead on.

The Rogues were too powerful for the initial team dispatched to handle the threat, and they needed to call in a few more Heroes to fight them off. When Danny showed up for his check in, they had played if off as Much as they could and sent him on his way. Then they did the same for the next two times.

The JLA Team was struggling far too much, much more than they could handle. But they didn't want to call in high level members, they had too much pride.

And unfortunately, the GIW was there to "help" them. They said that they could use the GIW Tech at their disposal to contain the Ghosts until the Hero of the town got back, that their weapons were Optimal for battling them without hurting them.

And the JLA Team took up the offer.

The next time they beat a Rogue, using GIW Weapons, they sent them to the nearby GIW Base and called it a day. And they continued doing that for the entire month Danny was away. They didn't know better, they would later claim.

Danny returned from his trip happy as can be. Until he sought out his Fight Buddies, and could find none of them.

"Hey guys, I just checked up on the Zone." Said Phantom, "And I couldn't find any of my Rogues. Do you know where they are?"

One of the Team Members who had taken over Amity for the month responded, "Well, we weren't having an easy time forcing them back through the Portal, so we took up the offer of some Locals who said they could help."

"Oh!" Said Phantom, "So Ms Mason and Mr Foley helped? Or was it Mrs. Grey? Or the Fentons? What did they do to keep the Ghosts from the Zone?"

"Oh no, it wasn't any of them" Said the Team Member, "It was this little organization called the Ghostly Investigation Ward, they helped us contain all the Rogues in their Base. We started last month, and-"

And Phantom stopped listening after that. His Heart stopped, his blood drained from his face, and he felt a deep sense of horror permeating his Core.

The GIW had captured all of his Friends.

And the JLA had helped them.

[outofpocketonepiecethoughts]

I love the transfem sanji headcanons and fanarts and fanfictions to pieces, but I think there is something so so important about him being a man who has personally suffered because of patriarchy.

Spoilers for whole cake island, and 3D2Y/marineford, under the cut

I’m sure it’s been said before, but Germa as a culture is patriarchy incarnate. The men of germa are expected to be emotionless killing machines, to the point where the king robbed his son’s of their emotions through genetic experimentation. And it’s not lost on me that Reiju still had her emotions in tact, because in Judge’s eyes women are supposed to be emotional. And Reiju had to spend her life suppressing her emotions in order to be seen as competent, for fear of being seen as just an emotional woman.

And then there’s Sanji. He’s everything Germa culture believes a man couldn’t be. He’s emotional, weak (by their standards), and soft (kind). To Judge, and Germa as a whole, those are very feminine traits, and that’s considered a bad thing. To them, being a man with feminine traits is worse than being a woman, and that’s why Sanji is abused so horribly.

It’s important to me that despite later developing a rough exterior and bad attitude, he retains these traditionally feminine qualities while still being a man.

Now I wanna talk about Kamabakka kingdom. I don’t know if the okama’s are supposed to be trans or if their drag queens or a combination of both, so forgive me if I get something wrong, but the important thing to note is that the second they meet Sanji, they essentially try to forcefem him. I think to them, his natural personality is like the ideal of femininity. Like in germa, Kamabakka kingdom sees Sanji’s emotionality and kindness as feminine traits, but unlike Germa, they see it as a good thing. Germa tried to force Sanji to give up those traits and beat the femininity out of him. Kamabakka kingdom wanted Sanji to embrace those traits but tried to force Sanji to become a woman because of them. And it works for a couple of weeks (until he sees what happened to Luffy in that one funny scene where the makeup literally melts off his face), but he’s not like them. He is not a woman, doesn’t want to be a woman, and doesn’t want to be perceived as a woman. He can love women and know he is not one.

Sanji isn’t a trans woman (canonically, but I absolutely love all the fanart and fics. This little analysis has no bearing on my love of non canon depictions of Sanji as trans). He is however, gender nonconforming in the context of the culture he was born into. I think in that brief time he went along with the okama’s ideas of him being trans, possibly had a lot to do with the doubts germa’s ideals cast on him about his gender identity. Germa taught him being emotional and kind were woman things, so with the Okama’s trying to convince him that he did feel that way, he might start to think, ‘well maybe I am a woman’, but the second he sees something that reminds him of Luffy, all that confusion goes away and he immediately goes, ‘no I am a man’.

Because Luffy doesn’t try to force Sanji into any kind of gendered box because of the traits that so many people he’s known have seen as feminine. Luffy doesn’t try to force him into traditional masculinity or try to force him to become a woman. To Luffy, Sanji’s kindness and emotionality are his best traits, and those traits are not connected to gender at all. Within the strawhats, Sanji has a freedom of gender expression that he didn’t have anywhere else (the baratie didn’t force anything on him but they were all kind of macho men so I don’t think Sanji would have felt super comfortable expressing his full range of emotions).

I think Sanji as a gender nonconforming man, fits better with his character narratively than sanji being transfem. Everything with Germa is a demonstration of how patriarchy is damaging to both men and women and nonbinary people. I think him being a man is very important to his relationship with the strawhats, and how he found acceptance with them as a man with a lot of traditionally feminine traits (in addition to him being emotional and kind, there’s also the fact that he’s a cook and is the only man on the crew to bathe everyday, specifically, he bathes as often as the girls). With the strawhats he is able to express himself fully without fear of judgment or of a label being forced onto him.

I guess my main point is, Sanji is an example of how patriarchy can hurt men, and how deconstructing traditional ideas of gender norms allows people to live more honest and fulfilling lives.

Sidenote 1: Luffy giving Sanji a space for freedom of expression is perfectly in line with his ideals of freedom.

Sidenote 2: Sanji’s sees woman as naturally emotional (a good thing to him) and kind because the only people he knew with thise characteristics besides himself were his mother and sister.

Sidenote 3: I sometimes see transmasc Sanji headcannons, which I love because they fit so well into his story.