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[archived-deadpoolxandxfriends]

“Right at Home”

starter for @ofpilotsanddoctors from Nebula

Nebula pulled her hood further over her face and scowled. This place had too many people. Too many loud people who annoyed her. To be fair, it didn’t take much to annoy her. 

“How much longer do we have to wait here?” She asked her unfortunate companion, Raleigh. “I thought you said I would feel right at home here. I don’t.”

[adsagsona]

The entire time the doctor had been in the room patching up the wounds on Tommy’s arm, the air between them had been so thick, one could have cut it with a knife. The kid  hadn’t seemed to want to talk and when he’d finished with the last stitch, he took his gloves off, tossed them in the trash and said a nurse would be by to clean up after him. It was only when he’d had one foot out the door, that the gentle plead reached his ears and stopped him in his tracks.

Turning, the man cast his gaze on the younger male, running his tongue along dry lower lip before finally speaking. “What’s wrong, kid?”

@ofpilotsanddoctors

Tommy had been in this hospital a number of times already, and was usually treated by a different doctor almost each time. In this manner it didn’t really stood out that he had come in with multiple bruises, cuts, stitches that were needed.... only Dr. Becket had seen him. The first time he hadn’t asked question, nor the second... but the third time he made it tricky for Tommy. So he had preferred to stay quiet throughout his treatment, even if he felt te other man’s eyes on him. He finally cracked when Dr Becket was walking away.

“’M no kid.” Tommy grumbled softly before shaking his head. “I wanted to ask if you maybe got an idea about shelters closeby. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

[strangcrdoctor]

There’s a sorcerer’s summit happening in a week, wherein I’ll be stuck in the same monastery with all the people who either love or hate me for three days. Wong has contracted some sort of virus that has turned him purple and is making him sneeze once every day loud enough to bring down the house. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep in over a week because Nightmare has decided that now would be a great time to get back to his pastime of tormenting and trying to feed off of Stephen Strange. 

And I can’t take any of that out on the friend that’s just dropping by to say hello because even I’m not that much of an asshole.

It also wasn’t going to keep him from letting himself have his glass of wine, regardless of the fact that it was only 10 AM on a Tuesday. He was far from unwelcoming to see Raleigh, it just so happened that the other man was catching him at a considerably less than flattering time. Though he didn’t usually ever have flattering times anymore, the situation he was in now was even messier than his usual, and he might not have been handling it as well as he wanted because he was essentially running on mental and emotional fumes.

But strangely, getting a visitor at the door was somewhere between a blessing and a curse, but definitely a breath of fresh air regardless, and perhaps that was what he needed most.

“Sorry for the... wine,” he said when he opened the door to greet the younger man, catching the blond’s glance down at the glass in his hand. Not his proudest moment, but also not his proudest hour either. He hoped that the present company wouldn’t hold it against him too much - so far as he knew he’d already done a pretty good job of disillusioning Raleigh from any affection he might have had toward him anyway. “It’s been a rough week.” A really rough week. 

“So,” he said, taking a sip of his wine and standing away from the door to let the other man though if he chose he wanted to come in. The Sanctum didn’t look any more or less like a disaster area than it usually did, but to him it felt like it because he’d been turning it inside otu looking for a cure for Wong’s magical flu. “What brings you to Greenwich Village? Aside from a chance to be in my winning company?”

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[hansenlegend-blog]

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“Did ya miss me, pretty boy?”

[strangcrdoctor]

( @ofpilotsanddoctors asked: ✦ [My muse’s response to your muse: being well-dressed.] )

“See, you asked me to come to this semi-formal dinner with you, but now I feel like you just asked me so you could show me up,” he said, waving a hand at the other’s modest but undoubtedly considerably better-cut outfit. He didn’t even own any of his old suits anymore, let alone anything that fit him other than a half-respectable blazer and some khakis.

And a The Kinks t-shirt underneath said blazer, which he figured to be forgive-able because he was of the appropriate generation, or at least close. “Which you are doing currently, in case you weren’t sure.”

[adsagsona]

“Over that?” Raleigh asked, confusion on his brow. “Chuck and I went out forcoffee. That was all.” His hand cupped the wolf’s bicep, squeezing it tightly. “There is nothing going on between Hansen and I. I promise. No need to get territorial.” A smile graced his lips. “Even if it is cute to see you that way.”

@ofpilotsanddoctors

Bran sighed at the explanation and as Raleigh touched him, he reached out as well to do the same. “I know that you might not always see me as such, but I’m an alpha and my wolf sees you as his mate. Doesn’t matter what other wolf comes close to you, he doesn’t like it.” Light blue eyes met the blonde’s. “Can’t help it.”

[adsagsona]

“Yeah, I know, Caz…I’m a surgeon, a doctor, a fucking magician. But I’m no good at dating.” Raleigh sighed, leaning back in the swivel chair at the reception desk. He’d grown tired of writing up his charts and welcomed the distraction. “I keep telling you, I don’t need to be ‘fixed up’ or find a man. I’mfine.”

@ofpilotsanddoctors

“I’m not talking about dating, doc.” Caz repeated as he sat down opposite of Raleigh on the other side of the desk. “I’m just saying that instead of sitting here at all hours of the night when you were not on duty, you should go out and have some fun. You remember what that was like? Having fun?” He questioned with a small smile.

[adsagsona]

send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse (not accepting)

“I really that if you made a patreon account, you’d be able to fund your tattoo shop more and-” The wolf’s words were cut off mid-sentence by the lips of the other’s on them. For the first initial seconds, his eyes were wide, but after a moment, they slow closed and he melted into Bran’s kiss. Fingers curling in the wolf’s shirt sleeve until it broke, and he was able to breathe again. “That was nice, but that didn’t distract me from the task at hand.”

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“I just love it when you’re getting serious and talking numbers.” Bran admitted with a smile against Raleigh’s lips, before he leaned back to get a better view. He felt the fingers into his sleeve but he didn’t comment on it. “I know that you’re trying to help me, babe... but I have a bookkeeper and I trust him. The shop is in good hands, I assure you.”