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yeyinde · 9 months

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Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

I admire your honesty lmao. So. Here ya go:

—Gen. Reader (but tbh, *you're* a very minor part of this). Child is not named or gendered, either, and can easily be read as adopted instead of bio (with cheeky little hints geared toward this). Fluff(ish).

—I'm not really sure if this constitutes as cute but I wanted to try and write something that was extremely vague but also incredibly...not vague. Transparent, almost. This is that. A thought experiment. Enjoy.

On the surface, the package isn't anything special. Nondescript beige. Square. It's a bit beat up from its journey, bruised and dented like most boxes shipped halfway across the world tend to be, and much too light to be a care pack.

He sits in his assigned cot with a heavy sigh that creaks through aching bones and tender muscles, eyes already half mast from a day staring at sand dunes and trying to divine answers in gunpowder, reading bullets like tea leaves. Sleep isn't beckoning, it's screaming. Howling loud in his ears and knocking all his thoughts asunder.

He has half a mind to tuck the box aside, lay down with his boots still on, and sleep until it doesn't make his head split at the seams to keep his eyes open. It's needed, too. They head out tomorrow. Sure, firm, and bound in brass. An unavoidable calamity as they chase shadows with grasping hands, fingers always a hair too short to reach. He might, yet, he thinks, but the box is nearly weightless in his hands, and despite its featherlight heft in his lap, it calls to him.

If he waits, it'll never leave the sanctity of this safe house. It'll get lost in the shuffle. In the tumult tomorrow morning, a breath before dawn, will surely bring.

So, he opens it.

Clumsy fingers, numbed from curling around the butt of a gun all day, paw at the tape until it unravels in a messy cluster, sticking to the palm of his hand. He presses it to the side before slipping his fingers through the flaps.

It might be a letter asking for a divorce. He thinks about laughing, maybe, but the humour is bereft of reprieve.

You'd hit him, he thinks. Smack him upside the head for the very thought.

(Maybe dislodge the monsters in there, too.)

But when he peels back the lips, and peers inside, it isn't a letter. It's a bear.

Pocket sized, he remembers saying. A negotiation tactic in the middle of a toy aisle to keep the tears from flooding over a glistening lash line. It was as effective as he expected it to be, but the compromise, however shaky, was reinforced with the promise of McDonald's if they didn't cause a scene in the middle of the shops. Sniffles meet his ears still, but they slow, considering the offer. Head tilts adorably to the side (ladies in the aisle over coo). Then, sticky, wet fingers slapped his palm. Deal made. Done.

Done.

The bartering tool—a subpar toy for less than twenty dollars in lieu of a roaring dinosaur that was nearly seventy (Jesus fuckin' Christ)—becomes a reluctant ally against a set of imagined enemies, and then trusted friend. A companion, one carried everywhere—the bath, school, bed—and its loved state is shown through its disarray. Carried in patches of scant fur, in a nose that lost its glossy shine from too many kisses at night and in the morning, and just because ("because he's cute and he needs a kiss!"), and from rips and tears, and clumped cotton when it was hung to dry lopsidedly after spending a day at the beach. It's in the missing button on the little dungarees it wears, and the loose threads that split the seams.

It's just a bear, but—

"If anything happens to Mr Bear, I will die, dad!"

Little feet pounding the pavement, frantically searching for the fallen friend who slipped from the basket after a walk to the park. Eyes wide, wild, and filled with tears. Head swivelling in all directions.

"Why will you die, exactly?" He hedges, brows drawing taut. He's not versed in this well enough to know if this is alarming yet. Maybe. He thinks it might be, has a nagging suspicion that it is, but you offer a shrug in response, and he's calmed a bit by your nonreaction. Normal, then, he thinks, and turns back the way they came, peering at the grass for any signs of an ugly little bear.

"Because!" It's snapped in that waspish huff only children can muster—the one that says, duh! despite the absurdity of it all. "We share a heart. That's what mum says. And if a cat got him and he's all chewed up, and—"

You have the wherewithal to be a little bit sheepish when he turns to you, mouthing the words back.

"It was—," you start, shrugging. A touch embarrassed. A little flustered. It suits you, he finds. You wear it like an endearing garment. "It was just a joke, but kids take everything so literally, and so now—"

"Mind, body, heart, and soul!"

More little stomps. A pout forms. Wobbles. He bends down before the tears fall, gentle as he thinks he can be (and gentler some, because if parenthood has taught him anything, it's that his patience for a little being that picked him, that looked at him and said, you, you, you; I want you, is infinite) he places his hands on trembling shoulders, and tries to soothe the pain that etches in glossy eyes. Hand bearish and uncertain, but quivering from holding back, from offering nothing in this moment except liquid adoration and unfettered devotion. He feels it writ across the lines in his face.

"It's alright," he gruffs, and then hides a wince when the boney, fragile shoulders beneath his hands tense, shake. Soft as smoke, he adds: "we'll find the bastard—"

"Ahem!"

"—the bear."

A sniffle. "His name is Mister Bear and I love him to the moon and back."

It melts him in ways he never expected. Unthaws tundric parts of himself he thought were lost to permafrost; empty and void of life. It cracks, shatters. He moves, tugging the little body wracked with sobs tight to his chest as if he means to tuck them between his rib cage where they'll stay, a little bird safe and sound and untouched by the uglier parts of the world that wants to maim and hurt. Gentle shushes fall from his lips. Clumsy affection he doesn't know how to give but will learn if it means he can whisper the same words—to the moon and back—until his throat rots and his words turn to ash. Until his bones are brittle and weary, and the earth reclaims his life.

He says them, then, stilted and unsure, but firm. Heavy.

"Love you, little bird," he rasps, lips pressing tight to a plump cheek. "Now let's find that Bastar—" ahem! "—bear. That bear. Okay?"

The bastard was in a pile of rubbish by the side of the road. His ear was lost to the many washes he went through to rid the stench of trash and cat piss from his fur.

You'd scrubbed the bear in the sink before, it's little dungarees hung up to dry in the garden. He startled you, then, when his hands wrapped around your middle, tugging you tight to his chest. Your ring caught, cutting a clean stripe through the one beady it had left.

He paid it little mind at the time, too busy nipping the nape of your neck as you offered weak protests that fell apart when you arched into him. Pretty and wanting.

"Maybe another?" He'd rasped into your ear, eyes drifting down to the ugly, sodden bear in the sink. "Call up the stork and have one delivered tomorrow, mm?"

"You're ridiculous," you huffed but it wasn't no.

And it wasn't meant to be, either. He was called away three days later, the words murmured out while you stitched up the misshapen mess of a teddy bear in the living room. Patient to a fault, you'd simply smiled at him, taut and painful around the edges, and said, be safe.

The announcement of his departure wasn't nearly as smooth, though. A tantrum, fraught with heavy sobs and howled no's seemed to threaten to topple the house down over them all.

But you'd spoken words he couldn't hear, and moon-shaped eyes turned to him, fogged over with tears. There was acceptance buried in the webbing nebula, but it was shaky. Tenuous.

Childish hands hold him tight before he leaves. "Mr Bear always keeps me safe.

The sentiment was overlooked at the time. A passing murmur that was lost in the shuffle of packing, leaving. Kisses and whispered worries in the middle of the night.

But he thinks about it now, and tries not to laugh.

At the bottom of the box is a note. He'll keep you safe, too! Love you to the moon and back.

He tucks the bear into his breast pocket where it'll be the safest on this journey, and wonders what you thought about the whole mess. It makes his lips curl.

Halfway across the world, and they still make him smile.

#feels like im reinforcing bad behaviour #but #ahhhh well #no names are used in this #captain john price x reader #john price x reader

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diana-bookfairchild · 11 months

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@hinnymicrofic June Day 5: Dirty

Harry always came back from his playdates with Ron Weasley extremely dirty.

Molly had tried to apologize to them about that once. Lily had laughed it off. “Boys will be boys,” she’d told her son’s best friend’s mother.

“We’re sorry about Harry getting Ron into all this trouble,” James had added. “I’m sure he’s the instigator.”

Thus had borne the friendship between the adults as well.

This last one, though, had had her eight-year-old son grumbling like never before. “It’s not going to be just Ron and me this time!” He complained. “His whole family will be there.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Lily had said, trying to wrangle him into decent clothes rather than the garish monstrosities he liked to wear at home. James’ influence, certainly.

“It’s not,” Harry whined. “Fred and George are cool, but Percy is the worst. He doesn’t like playing and is all smug about going to Hogwarts and is always lecturing Ron an’ me about getting so dirty!” He sniffed and crossed his arms. “And Ginny’s a girl!”

“What’s wrong with that?” She asked amused. “I’m a girl, I’ll have you know.”

Harry waved it off with childish imperious impatience. “You’re Mummy,” he said importantly, like those things were mutually exclusive. “’S different.”

“Oh, is it?” Lily began tickling her son mercilessly. “I’ll show you what girls can do!”

Harry began to giggle helplessly, attempting to fend her off. “Stop, Mum! Dad! Dad, help!”

It had grown into an all-out tickle and pillow war, with the boys ganging up on her before she trounced them handily.

“Don’t underestimate girls, son,” James had groaned at Harry, who nodded miserably in reply.

They’d sent him off with hugs and kisses through the Floo, and Molly came in their fireplace to announce his safe arrival.

“He loves Ron,” James assured her. “And he’ll get over the others being there. He’ll have fun.”

Lily smiled at him mischievously. “And whatever will we do while he’s there?”

They had plenty of fun themselves, and were waiting for Harry to come through three hours later.

He was practically glowing, despite being so incredibly dirty.

“She’s amazing!” He said, starstruck.

They exchanged a look with raised eyebrows. Their son looked to be in love. “Who is?”

“Ginny, of course!” Harry exclaimed, like they were ridiculous for not knowing when he hadn’t ever expressed anything like this. “She played awesome! She was on my team, and we beat everyone!” He beamed.

“Wow,” James said enthusiastically. “She sounds great.”

Harry nodded wildly. “And she flies really good, Dad. Better than you, even!”

Lily highly doubted a seven-year-old girl flew better than someone who could have gone professional, but amused at their son’s gushing, they humoured him. “Oh really?”

“I’ll have to fly against her, then.” James said, smiling.

“She’ll beat you,” Harry assured them. “She’s the best. I told Mrs. Weasley that she should always be there to play with us.”

“So she’s a better friend to you than Ron?” James asked.

Harry looked conflicted, before his face cleared. Lily couldn’t wait to hear his reply. He adored Ron from the bottom of his heart, but it looked like Ginny was his first crush. She couldn’t believe her baby was so grown up already.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Ron’s my best friend. Like Uncle Sirius is to you, dad!”

“And what is Ginny?” He asked.

“She’s what Mum is to you!” Harry said, obviously very pleased with himself. Lily and James both choked, in laughter and shock. “I’m gonna marry her someday!”

Lily recovered first. “Sure thing, big boy,” she ruffled his hair and he pouted up at her. “But now you need to go wash and get all that dirt off you.”

He nodded easily – he was an obedient child except for his wild streak – and made his way up the stairs to his room. Lily and James stared at each other.

“His first crush,” James said, sounding half-pained, half happy.

“Apparently, he’s going to marry her one day,” she said, experience the same mixture of emotions. “Let’s not tell him kid crushes don’t usually work out.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James grinned at her. “Mine did.”

“Oh, shove off!” Lily grumbled playfully, but she was smiling.

“I was eleven years old when I got my first crush, and I did end up marrying her.” James continued. “Who’s to say Harry won’t?”

“Who’s to say indeed,” Lily laughed, kissing her husband.

Harry and Ginny’s story would certainly prove to be interesting.

Lily couldn’t wait to see that and the rest of her son’s life unfold.

#hinny #hinny microfic #jily #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry james potter #james potter #lily evans potter #lily evans #jily lives #kid fic

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sadesluvr · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt - NSFW Alphabet

I don't rest. Enjoy, and consume content responsibly.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mike is HUGE on aftercare. He obviously has difficulty sleeping, so even though he feels more relaxed, he still has energy to look after you. He’ll get you water, flannels or whatever you need to be comfortable (He moves around the house very quietly to not wake up Abby) and I imagine him to be a silent cuddler, with his arms around your body whilst you sleep. More about this in I!

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I imagine him to be quite body neutral, but I suppose it would be his legs or hands, just because they have their practical reasons. On a partner, his favourite body part are mainly hips and ass, with thighs in third. Boobs too, he likes everything :>

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) He likes finishing on your stomach, boobs or thighs. It’s easier to clean that way, and doesn’t have to worry about the dreaded pregnancy (More in D!) He doesn’t get much relief so he has heavy loads…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He has a breeding kink…He likes the idea of cumming in you; the feelings, the intimacy etc, and the *potential* of being a dad, even though he’s in a weird place. He would definitely wait until Abby is older though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Basic experience, probably a silly fumble after prom. He definitely doesn’t own dirty movies or magazines, so I imagine he’s quite limited in experience, perhaps outside of a co-worker detailing their escapades. Once he’s with you, he starts to grow confident!

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) Anything with his partner on top (He’s a tired bby)- The Lotus, The Basket or Reverse Cowgirl. Spooning also.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?) No - Certainly not initially, and even after being together he has dark/sarcastic/dry humour, and so you’ll only have offhand comments that earn a chuckle.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Mike has BUSH. He’s definitely got a happy trail, and he’s trimmed, but it’s a bit more on the wild side. Nobody really goes down there but him so he doesn’t see a point.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) He might take a while to open up, but over time he’ll let you in. He’ll leave gentle kisses over your body, and his touches may be needy but they’re never violent. He’s not big on dirty talk but he’ll whisper/murmur affirmations during the moment, and would let an ‘I love you’ slip during orgasm…

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) PENT UP. On the 0.01% chance he does it at home, he’s in the shower and is VERY quiet. Other than that, he has to do it at the toilets at work if he’s desperate, but even then it’s rare. Takes more risks when touching himself when his partner enters the picture, but prefers to have physical sex with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) He’s not very kinky tbh - Breeding. Being a sub when his partner is a dom. Edging. Lingerie.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) In the shower. It’s the only place with 100% privacy (Abby can run into his room at any moment) or the desk chair at the pizzeria. He just MIGHT consider doing it in a mall toilet. Your house if Abby has a sitter/at school.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Not much. Being gentle and caring definitely helps, but in a *kinkier* sense it would be you in lingerie, and/or dressed down in sweatpants. He’s obviously a homebody, but if you wore a nice outfit to go to a party for example he’d like that too.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything abusive, incestual, non-consensual, scat/piss play. He’s very simple.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) GIVING. He appreciates all that you do, and he’d spend an eternity in your thighs if he could. It’s also *kind of* low effort compared to physical sex so after a long day at work it’s what he needs. He does like receiving too, but feels bad about you doing it (Even though he knows he NEEDS it)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Slow and sensual, but when reaching his climax his thrusts do get fast and sloppy, to the point he starts shaking.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Doesn’t mind them, and sometimes it’s all he has. He does prefer to have a domestic space around him, so doing them at work is a bit foreign to him. He LOVES a quickie in the shower before/after work, but, prefers when you hang around after.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) No, for a good reason. He can’t risk doing it in public as he could have Abby taken from him, and he doesn’t like the anxiety of thinking she’d come in when you’re at home together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He can’t do many rounds, as I see sex being quite the emotional effort for him. How long he lasts does depend on the day - the first time you’re intimate he finishes quite quickly, but he learns to build it up as sex becomes more frequent.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No toys. Gets a bit flustered if his partner mentions using a vibrator or something.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) He doesn’t tease at first, but once he’s more comfortable and in an established relationship with you he definitely becomes a little shit! He could squeeze by you, grazing your ass on his crotch with his hands on your waist in the kitchen and say “Oops, sorry XD” and just smirk it all off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s conditioned himself to be quiet, but if the house was completely empty on a day off he’d make noise - whimpers, grunts, sighs, gasps…He’s really pent up and overstimulated, and if he feels like he can be free he’s more than happy to let it out. He likes his partner to make sounds - it doesn’t have to be over exaggerated - but he’d just like to know he’s doing a good job.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) Would fuck in his car. Again, in a COMPLETELY secluded area.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Average size (5 inches) but on the slightly thicker end. Circumcised. He knows how to use it!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He’s very repressed, so once you’re in the picture he becomes more free. Abby is still his main priority, so he doesn’t let sex/relationships consume his life for practical reasons. He still doesn’t do it all that often, but roughly at least twice a month.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He has difficulty sleeping at times, but doesn’t do his ‘Dream Theory’ stuff after sex, as he naturally feels more relaxed and his eyes heavy. If his shift/day was particularly long and terrible, he’ll immediately fall asleep, and sometimes he may not even wake up from his nightmare…

#fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #movie! mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #florence_nomachine #florence writes!!#mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut

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eddiiiieeee · 1 year

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Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun masterlist

something that humoured Eddie was how no one batted an eye when they see Carver and his group of rats gang up on Eddie, and that's exactly what was happening. just another day for everyone, while Eddies got a black eye, a cut on his lip and possibly a broken nose with all the blood coming from it, Eddie did hit back, but he was one on five, he'd manage to get one down, another would come back up. they were getting their dignity back after Eddie had beaten them up a few days back. "you know whats a real big shame, freak? that pretty girlfriend of yours, y/n. She's got a bright future ahead of her, but do you think shell really achieve anything with you by her? fuck no" Jason said as Eddie pushed him away from him, leaning his body against the wall behind him as he wiped his bloody nose before Eddie knew it, he was on the ground while Andys foot hit against his stomach over and over again, before they'd decided to leave him alone, but what hurt the most wasn’t the kicks or the punches. it was the fact that deep down, eddie knew they were right, that Eddie was holding y/n back from amazing things, he knew that the tiny voice in his head that he would ignore was right. Eddie wasn’t good enough for y/n, no matter how hard he tries, he’s just a phase in her life he needs to get her out of, but how could he leave her? the love of his life was y/n, he felt sick just thinking about how hurt she would feel, he knew deep down that he was holding back.

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y/n had been waiting for Eddie at his trailer with Wayne, her dad needing to take an extra shift meant y/n all by herself, so she grabbed the left overs from the lasagna she’d made, making sure she left some for her dad, and made her way to the Munson trailer. “Eddie’s mom” y/n mumbled as Wayne handed her Polaroids of a woman who looked similar to Eddie “yep, she was beautiful, my boy got everything from her, even his wild hair he can’t seem to brush” y/n chuckled as she looked at the picture, Eddie looked just like her “he’s got her eyes” she said as she smiled noticing the ring on her finger, it was the ring Eddie had given her for her birthday

y/n handed Wayne the picture back before the door abruptly opened, revealing a rather pissed off Eddie. both Wayne and y/n shot up from their seats “Ed’s what happened to you?” Wayne asked as y/n walked up to him, placing her hands on his face as Eddie moved away from her “Ed’s what happened?” she said looking at him “nothing, i got into a fight” he mumbled keeping his eyes on the floor, as he bit the inside of his lip “come on, we need to clean you up” y/n said trying to wipe the blood from his lip before he moved away “man, get off me will you?” he spat glaring at her before he walked off into his room

“boy get back here!” Wayne said as he heard Eddie bedroom door slam shut, y/n stood there shocked before she turned to Wayne “he probably wants to be alone it’s fine” she said giving Wayne a small smile before she moved to grab the empty places on the table, putting them in the plate as Wayne helped her clean up. once they were done, Wayne had gone out for a smoke while y/n went to check up on eddie “Eddie? can i come in?” she asked, before opening the door, as Eddie sat on the floor with a cloth on his lip, he took a glance at her before he looked away “what?” he mumbled moving the cloth away to look at the blood

“i got you food, its lasagne” she said walking in as she closed the door, sitting next to him as she placed the plate down as well. “you wanna tell me what happened?” she asked as she looked at him “i don’t have to tell you everything” he said looking at her “stop getting all up into my shit.” y/n face fell as she nodded, Eddie’s never once spoken to her that way. she nodded before she looking at around “Wayne showed me a pictures of your mom, she’s really seems prettier in ever picture i see” Eddie sensed the hurt in y/n’s voice, he knew he was starting to hurt her

“listen i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep, can you just go home and i’ll, like, call you i guess?” He said looking at her as y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused “Eddie, did i do something?” “god, not everything revolves around you, y/n. i get it you’re my girlfriend but that does not mean we have to hangout all the time” y/n gulped as she bit the inside of her lip “sorry, it’s my fault that i’m trying to be a good girlfriend. and i’ll go home, don’t worry” she said getting up as she walked out the room, grabbing her jacket and bag before heading out. Eddie rubbed his face as he got up, moving into the bathroom to get the first aid kit out, and clean his face up.

….

y/n had set up the table, three plates, like every morning. she hummed along to the Elvis record she had on, soon finishing up the pancakes and placing the plate of them in the middle of the table. “y/n?” Nick had called out as he walked down the stairs “in here!” y/n said as she poured coffee in the three glasses she’d put on the table, Nick walked in and smiled at her “morning” he said as he sat down yawning a-bit “morning, what time did you get home from your shift?” she asked handing him a glass of water, a habit they’ve had since Nick always forgets to drink water.

“around three, you were asleep when i got home” he said beginning to smear chocolate all over his pancake “did you eat the leftovers? i took some for Wayne and Eddie and left out some for you since i knew you’d get home hungry” “yea i did” he said his mouth filled with a mixture of pancakes and chocolate “Munson not coming for breakfast?” he asked nothing Eddie’s empty chair at the table “i’m not sure, he wasn’t in the best mood when i saw him last night, he was… all beat up, just really sour” y/n said as she sat down, grabbing a pancake and doing the same as Nick did “i’ll just keep some aside for him, and after school i’ll give them to him” she mumbled taking a sip of her coffee

as Nick nodded “so i was thinking tomorrow night, we could go out pick a movie out, and have a movie night, I’ve got tomorrow off” he shrugged as y/n swallowed her food nodding ”just saying i am not watching top gun maverick again, i think i can recite the entire movie scene for scene” she said as they both chuckled “it’s a good movie besides if i let you pick the movie it’ll just mean i’m either watching dirty dancing or pretty in pink” “hey you cried watching pretty in pink!” “i did not!” “did so!” she laughed as she then looked at her watch

“shit Eddie’s late” she said finishing off her pancake before drinking the rest of her coffee “You go ahead to school and I’ll clean up, need a ride?” Nick said wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin “I do, You sure you've got the time?” “yea I’m sure, I’ve got a couple hours before my next shift,” he said as y/n got up helping Nick clean up before grabbing her backpack, swinging it on her back as Nick tied his work boots, getting up once he was done, grabbing his keys. both of them getting in the car and driving off. .... y/n pulled out her chemistry textbook out of her locker, to place it inside her bag, she hadn't seen eddie for the last two periods. she was lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Robin who was staring at her concerned "you okay?" the blonde asked as y/n looked at her, clearing her throat "yea yea, its just Eddie, he's acting off" she said closing her bag as she closed her locker, locking it as her and Robin walked off to Chem "have you seen him today?" y/n asked, concerned about her boyfriend. "no but during lunch, ill call up steve and ask if they're hanging out, you know Eddie, he'll ditch a day of school to get high with king steve" y/n hummed in agreement as the two made their way into class, something was off and y/n knew it. Eddie was sat in the back of his van, a joint hanging from his lip, as Robert plants voice rang through his headphones, the ones y/n had gifted him along with the cassette player for his birthday, his eyes set on the song journal in front of him "fucking shit" he mumbled, closing the journal and throwing it next to him as he took a deep drag from the joint, letting the smoke into his system, maybe it would help drown out Jasons voice and y/ns, the anger and hurt that laced it last night. he's going to do it, today. he'll break up with her and just support her from the side lines, where she wouldn't know. after a few more minutes of sitting and string at the carpet of the vans back area with Zepplin filling his head, Eddie stopped the tape as he took the headphones off, opening the door to his van and setting out, throwing the joint on the floor as he put it out, grabbing his journal and stuffing it in the mess he calls a backpack, zipping it uo and swinging it over his leather clad shoulder, closing the door and locking the van, before walking inside the building and heading to the drama room. .... part 2 here!

part 3 here!

#eddie munson x reader #80s aesthetic #animated gif #classic rock #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #wayne munson #corroded coffin #robin buckley #stranger things s4 #guitar #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #80s rock

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mysadcorner · 5 months

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James Hetfield x Younger!Reader Headcanons

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• James doesn’t actively seek out younger women on purpose, so when he met you he may have been a bit hesitant towards his feelings for you at first. However, James knows what he wants, so after a while of consideration and encouragement from those he’s close to, he’ll eventually approach you about his feelings if he thinks you won’t be put off by him.

• James does like to have a bit of control in his life, so he will want to be with someone who is willing to spend down time with him rather than going out constantly and drinking. He’s trying to move past that point in his life so if you do go out and do that he may not always be there with you. But he will try his best to do as many things as he can with you.

• He’s a big man, and also pretty experienced, so you’ll never have to worry about having to ask fr specific things or being awkward waiting for him to catch on. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to figure out what you may want too which works out well for you both in all situations.

• James has the humour of a child at times, and on other occasions he’s filled with dad jokes. Most of the time he mixes both of these so you’ll always be left laughing - hardly making it feel like you’re spending time with someone who is actually his age due to how unserious and down to earth he can be with you.

• If you don’t have much experience in his hobbies or interests then he’ll take his time to show you or introduce you to new things, and he’s incredibly patient while doing so. He’s also willing to try the things you like too, just as long as he doesn’t have to do anything too public or spending too much time online.

• It’s much easier for older James to settle down. He’s had all the wild experiences he could have ever imagined and he’s finally wanting something serious, so as long as you want something serious and special with him he’s more than happy to dedicate all of his free time and all of himself to you in the hope of a happy relationship.

#james hetfield headcanons #james hetfield x y/n #james hetfield x you #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield #metallica headcanons #80s metal x reader #metallica x reader #metallica #80s metal #metal #metallica x you #metallica x y/n

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skinks · 5 months

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SPOILERS FOR SALTBURN

I haven’t seen Promising Young Woman but I did just see Saltburn and now I’m so dubious about Fennell’s politics that I’m basically obligated to see PYW to confirm my suspicions. It’s not that I think she’s conservative necessarily, but more that she’s so upper class London nepo baby rich that she could aspire to socialist feminism as much as she likes but it’ll never land because her background precludes her from ever having anything relevant to say about class.

There were things I liked about Saltburn. The editing, performances, black humour, costumes, sets, cinematography (NOT the aspect ratio - will explain) and the ballsiness of certain “transgressive” scenes I did appreciate. This is what makes it so frustrating and disappointing as a film. If you turn your brain off, it’s a wild ride, quite hypnotic and lovely to look at in that specific dreamy way that the dark, cool interiors of a house get on the hottest days of the summer. I hated the 4:3 aspect ratio though, it was POINTLESS. Why was it used? Surely it would have made more sense to capture the grand expansiveness of the titular estate in widescreen? It just felt twee for twee’s sake, like it was shot to produce compositions ready-cropped for big gifs on tumblr.

The “shocking” “transgressive” “erotic” stuff is not particularly any of those things. I mean, for me anyway. It might titillate the type of new-puritan gen z-ers who self censor it to “seggs”, but there was only one sequence that felt really “wow, I haven’t seen that in movie before!” levels of Going There. And even then these scenes always felt self-consciously affected, like Fennell only included them because she wanted to write a movie with fReAkY stuff, as opposed to the freaky stuff coming organically from the characters. I remember sitting in the cinema to see Call Me By Your Name feeling like I was burning to a crisp at the scene where Elio huffs a pair of a man’s used swim trunks - because it felt so authentic to this expression of a character who is at critical levels of desperate teenage horniness. In Saltburn, when Oliver gets down on his knees and slurps Felix’s jizzy bath water, it’s like… okay? Why? What does he want? We saw him lie about knowledge of the fancy plates to ingratiate himself to the dad, we already have reason to distrust anything he says, so it’s hard to believe he has any authentic desire for Felix. And that’s the main problem with the whole movie - the writing is fairly atrocious.

There’s no mystery. There’s no ANYTHING. There’s a tiny quick-cut flash montage of future events in the movie right at the start of the thing, so already we’re going in with no doubts that Oliver is gonna go nuts. So we know that bad shit is gonna happen, and yet the movie pulls out a big Twist Ending reveal like we… weren’t supposed to know that he’s been bad from the beginning? We don’t need all these flashbacks to show us he’d planned his dastardly deeds offscreen the whole time when we’ve already seen him commit OTHER dastardly deeds ONSCREEN. He’s given zero motivation. He tells us he did what he did because he hates this rich family, starting with Jacob Elordi’s Felix, but he had planned the whole thing from before they ever even met, or saw how the family treats the other two main victims of class in the film, Pamela and Farleigh. When Oliver starts spinning his web, Felix has never been anything but genuinely kind to him. Felix never did him any personal wrong except being born handsome, popular, and rich.

That’s the other glaring issue. Fennell has said this is supposed be another one of these “eat the rich” satires, but…. beyond the usual foot-in-mouth clueless social blunders, the movie portrays none of the rich family as even all that bad. Oliver isn’t even all that poor! His family are revealed to be extremely comfortably upper-middle class! This is not Parasite!!! The worst ethical thing they do is cut off Farleigh from family money - but it’s obvious to the audience that this is actually Oliver’s fault. So all we’re left with is this main character who’s the worst of the lot, with no reason to do what he’s doing except for being an asocial loser creep. If you’re making a class satire in Britain and your message at the end of the film is “those creepy disgusting middle class will pervert and mutate themselves to have what the beautiful victimised rich people do” you’ve… uhh. Failed. Somewhere along the line.

It wants to be The Talented Mr Ripley, but it is confused and stupid. Given Fennell’s background and social circle, is it any wonder? It’s like she’s looked around at her fellow Eton Oxford lot and thought “so the poors hate us because we’re a bit silly and old fashioned, right? no wonder they’re jealous, we’re all so sexy and our houses are so nice! Of course they’d do anything to have this!” She hasn’t seemed to conceive of the fact that the working class in Britain hate the upper class because millions live in genuine poverty while they get to obstruct social change because of archaic birthright. That many people in Britain don’t actually want to be the upper class, they want an end to them.

The thing is, I had fun watching it. I laughed a lot, and then left the cinema distinctly unimpressed, as one often does after interacting with people who go to private school and are perfectly charming but clearly still think they’re better/smarter than you because they have generational land, or multiple houses. I worked for 6 years as the stable groom for the heiress to a publishing fortune, I’ve met plenty of these people, believe me. All this to say, that this is deeply frustrating because I would like to turn my brain off from the dodgy politics and just appreciate a movie that goes out of its way to be visually stylish and includes a scene where a sobbing Barry Keoghan gets naked and fucks the fresh grave of his boy best friend. Now that’s entertainment

#I love freaky weird stuff in movies that’s my favourite stuff #but not when it thinks it’s cool and clever for being freaky and weird #that’s being a tryhard #your movie should be freaky and weird because you are freaky and weird

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uniquevoidflowers · 4 months

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For @luna-lovegreat :)

Legend’s going to scream if the old man doesn’t stop telling those stupid jokes. Time thinks it’s a good idea to tell dad jokes as a way to entertain the chain while they walk. The plan is to get to Hateno Village, but this is Wild’s Hyrule, so it’ll take weeks to get there, and that’s not including stops to rest and eat. The veteran swears as Time begins another Hylia-forsaken joke but thankfully Warriors stops him. “I think that’s enough for one day, Sprite.” The captain says.

Time pouts. “But my jokes are really good.”

Wind snickers. “Sure, old man.”

“What?” Time huffs. “You all just don’t appreciate my humour.”

“Damn right.” Legend retorts.

Time gasps in mock offence. “You were supposed to say you do like my humour!”

“Yeah, right. Like that’s ever happening.” Legend says, rolling his eyes.

“What about you, pup?” Time asks.

Twilight thinks for a moment. “No offence, but your jokes are…unfunny.”

Time gives him a disappointed look jokingly, missing how the rancher flinches. “How far is the next stop?” Sky asks, panting slightly as he tries to keep up with the group.

Wild hums and looks at his slate. “I’d say about…an hour or two? We’ll reach one of the villages we’re rebuilding.”

An hour is way too long to reach a simple stop in the road, Legend thinks.

“I’m hungry though.” Wind complains.

“Don’t worry, I can give you a snack once we get to the village.” Wild says.

The sailor sighs and laments about having to wait that long. Wild snorts. “At least we’re not in the desert or Hebra.”

“Hebra?” Hyrule tilts his head slightly.

“A snowy region. If you don’t have protective gear then you’ll freeze to death. Add that to the horrible blizzards and monsters that can appear there, and you can imagine how much worse it would be than a couple of hours of walking.” Wild explains, watching the horrified look on Wind’s face.

Legend shudders. No offence to Wild but the cook’s Hyrule seems like a nightmare. “How did you even survive during your adventure?” Four asks incredulously.

“Gathering the right tools to help me I guess.” The cook shrugs.

Four’s eyes flicker with multiple colours, but his expression conveys clear concern and confusion. Wild sighs. They continue walking down the path and the veteran takes in the strange beauty of the fallen land. Remnants of malice float in the air, not visible, but Legend still senses it’s there. Ruins are scattered across the area, pieces of old stone lying in the grass. It's almost melancholic. After what seems like a millenia, Wild announces cheerfully, "We're almost at Mabe Village."

Legend freezes, eyes widening slightly at the name. "You okay, vet?" Twilight asks, looking a little concerned.

The veteran nods.

You know what, the name is probably just a coincidence! He thinks to himself.

They make it to the village and Legend can't help but notice how similar the layout of the village looks to Koholint's Mabe Village. "Oh, hi, Link!" A sweet, melodious voice rings throughout the clearing.

Legend almost falls, stumbling. "Marin?"

But when he sees where the voice is coming from, he doesn't see Marin. He sees a little girl with blonde hair, grinning at Wild. "Who's Marin?" Hyrule asks.

Legend flinches. "No one."

The traveller huffs but doesn't press any further. "Hi, Saffie!" Wild greets the little girl. "Have they built the inn yet?" He asks.

Saffie nods. "It's all set up an' everything if you wanna stay there."

Wild ruffles the little girl's hair and the chain follows him across the village. Legend can see buildings still being made, and how small the village is compared to what they've seen in Wild's Hyrule. Fresh soil is scattered all around, little sprouts emerging from it. A few people walk around carrying materials or just talking to one another, smiles on their faces. “From what I’ve heard, Mabe Village used to be lively…music was a big part of their culture.” Wild grins, although guilt is prominent in his eyes.

Legend grits his teeth. There are so many similarities to the Koholint Village. Which shouldn’t be possible. Nobody notices the veteran’s turmoil though. They walk through the village, behind Wild, who leads them through a path. “Have you heard?” An old woman says.

At first Legend moves to ignore the old woman. “Of what?” Another woman says.

“The legend of Koholint.” The old woman responds.

Legend stops dead in his tracks.

What.

“No? Tell me about it.” The other woman demands.

“Some Sheikah researchers uncovered the legend in this very village. There’s still a lot of mystery to it but it’s about a hero who visited a dream island named Koholint.” The old woman explains.

Legend feels the blood drain from his face. This was hundreds of thousands of years after him, in a different timeline…and nobody’s supposed to know about a dream. This couldn’t be possible. Now everybody knows what he did.

They know he has blood on his hands.

“Legend? Hey, what’s wrong?” Someone asks him but he can’t respond.

He can’t breathe.

Koholint was never real, how in Hylia’s name does anybody know? How did they make it a legend? Legend can just imagine eyes in him right now-

They know they know they know they know they know-

“Link. Follow my breathing, okay?”

The veteran knows there are more eyes on him right now. He feels a hand holding his. Marin? He wants to say but he can’t.

The island girl giggles and clasps Link’s hand. “C’mon! Let’s go to our secret spot!”

“-Link? Legend? Can you hear me?”

“I want to be a seagull so I can fly and sing to many people.” She mumbles and Link holds her hand.

“Link.”

“Link?”

“Breathe.”

“Why are you sad? Is it because I’m not real?”

Link flinches and looks her in the eyes. Marin is covered in thick red blood, her eyes dead, and her smile feels fake. “Are you sad because you killed me?”

Link gulps, shame making his ears turn pink. “I…killed you?”

“Don’t you remember Link? You woke the Windfish. You left me, us, for dead.” She chimes, broken laughter coming from her mouth. Blood spills from her mouth. “Are you happy with yourself Link? You finally got to go home.”

Tears roll down Link’s face. “No! I’m staying here, right?”

“Wake up Link.” Marin says, coldly a daunting smile plastered on her pale face.

“Link, wake up!” Someone pleads, confusion in their tone.

“Wake up!” Marin snaps, more of that horrid blood spurting out of her mouth and spraying Link.

Link chokes out a sob then he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks to see Marin—no the captain there. “Are you with me?”

Legend nods, squeezing his eyes shut. He hears Warriors sigh with relief. “Thank the goddesses. Can you follow my breathing?” Warriors asks and starts taking deep breaths.

The veteran obliges.

In and out.

Once Legend can finally breathe, he notices everyone staring at him and his face burns with shame. “Let’s go to the inn.” He mumbles and walks past Warriors.

“Wait!”

Wild looks at the vet with understanding and Legend hates it. The cook begins walking and Legend follows him, ignoring Warriors and Hyrule’s protests. Legend doesn’t look at the random people gazing at him. They make it to the inn quickly, and the innkeeper says they don’t have to pay to stay there night. The cook smiles and leads everyone away to some rooms. “Do you want some alone time?” Wild whispers.

Legend shakes his head. The cook nods. “Do you want company? I can go find Wolfie if you don’t want someone.”

The veteran’s surprised but he nods. Wild leaves and comes back with the wolf. “Let me know if you need anything.” He says and leaves.

Legend sits down in a room with Wolfie, knees to his chest and looking at the ground. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had…since I’ve thought of her like that.” He mutters. The wolf’s ears twitch. “I know you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Legend laughs dryly.

Wolfie stands up and curls up closer to Legend, nuzzling his hands comfortingly. “…I don’t understand…How do they know? It wasn’t real.” The veteran says, voice thick with tears.

Wolfie whines. Legend takes a shuddery deep breath. “I’m going to get answers tomorrow, Wolfie. See how much these people know. See if they know I’m…” He trails off weakly.

A murderer

Wolfie tilts his head. Legend sighs. “I don’t wanna go back to the others. They’d probably start asking me questions that I don’t wanna answer…”

Legend stays there, fidgeting with his rings and trying to clear his mind.

“Are you happy with yourself, Link?”

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“You saw him. We need to know what’s going on so this doesn’t happen again.” Warriors says.

The cook sucks in a breath and responds with, “Let him have some time to think. If he wants to talk about it, he can, but I don’t think we should push if he doesn’t want to.”

“Fine. If it’s going to slow us down though, I think we need to know.” Warriors says and walks away, blue scarf trailing behind him.

The cook decides to see if the villagers need any help rebuilding. “Link! Do you mind helping us gather some wood? We’re running out.” Hudson calls out.

“Sure.” Wild says.

“Thank you, Link. You’re a good man.” Hudson grins.

Wild smiles slightly and then heads out towards some trees a little ways away from Mabe Village. He summons an axe from his bag and starts swinging it at the trees. The first hit makes a large dent and then the tree falls, and the log makes a loud thud. Small birds and other creatures run away. Wild slashes the log and a bundle of wood appears on the ground, so he picks the heavy bundle into his arms and pushes it down into his magic bag. He does this with as many trees as he can until he decides he has enough wood. The cook sprints back to Hudson and hands the man the bundles of wood. “50 bundles?! Thank you so much, let me pay you.” Hudson pulls out a purple rupee.

Wild grins and Hudson shows the crew how much they got. Wild’s just glad he can help out. “Hey!” Saffie calls.

Wild waves. Saffie smiles and comes up to the cook. “Are you making food tonight? I always like your cooking.”

“Saffina!” A woman comes up with a stern look in her eyes. “Don’t nag Link about food, he just came from a long journey!”

“Okay.” Saffie says, clearly disappointed.

“I’ll make something for you later.” Wild promises.

Saffie brightens and cheers. The cook walks away towards the inn when he realizes the sun is setting. He goes up to his, Twilight’s, and Legend’s room. “Oh, hey.” Legend mumbles when Wild walks in.

Wild hesitates then asks, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I guess…Don’t give me that look I mean it.” Legend hisses.

“If you’re sure. It’s okay if you’re not fine.” Wild says gently.

“I know that.” Legend says but his eyes betray how the vet really feels.

“Okay. Do you…Do you want to help me make dinner?” Wild asks. “I mean—it could distract you if you need it and it can be relaxing if you’re doing it right—You can say no if you don’t want to—“

“Wild, it’s okay. I’ll help you.” Legend says, putting a hand on the cook’s shoulder.

Wild sighs. “Follow me then.” He says and leads Legend towards the cooking pot.

“Can you grab a few Hylian Shrooms from my bag?” Wild asks.

“Right.” Legend says and starts digging through Wild’s bag. “By The Three…Wild how much can this bag hold?”

“Hmm…a lot.” Wild says. He actually doesn’t know how much it can hold.

“Very helpful.” Legend scowls and continues to dig through the bag for a bit and then grabs a few mushrooms.

The veteran tosses the mushrooms to Wild who begins chopping them up into the pot. “Next, I need a Hyrule Bass.” Wild hums softly.

Legend blinks. “A what?”

“A fish. Green scales, orange fins?” Wild hints.

“Huh.” Legend pulls out the fish after a bit of frustrated curses and then tosses it to the cook. “How do you keep this organized?”

Wild grins. “I don’t.” Then he starts preparing the fish for the pot.

“What next?”

“That’s it.”

“Wha-What do you mean that’s it?” Legend asks.

“There’s no more ingredients for this recipe. I’m just making a simple fish and mushroom skewer for everyone.” Wild says slowly.

“Hm.” Legend stands up and walks over to the cook.

Wild throws the fish in and lets the ingredients simmer. “Ah, could you get me my ladle?”

The veteran raises a brow but obliges. Once Wild obtains the ladle he stirs the pot a little. The smell of seafood envelops the room. The cook hums a familiar tune, staring at the food that hisses and moves around the pot, until it stops and Wild can hear the music that plays when it’s done. “What the fuck was that.” Legend says, ears twitching.

Wild shrugs. “It happens whenever the food’s done.”

“I’m learning some things today.” Legend says and Wild hands the veteran a skewer.

The veteran takes a bite out of the food and puts up a lazy thumbs up. To that, Wild laughs and goes to deliver skewers to the rest of the chain. If he has any left he’ll give some to Saffie and her family. He eats with the chain although Legend isn’t there…Wild isn’t too worried, maybe Legend went to eat alone upstairs or something.

“Wild this is really good!” Wind says, food in his mouth.

“Chew with your mouth closed, sailor.” Warriors says.

Wild chuckles at the sailor rolling his eyes.

He fails to see violet eyes burning a hole through him.

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Legend stares at the cook for a few moments, and then walks away towards the room. His steps echo in his ears and then the doorknob twisting as Legend enters the bedroom. The room looks eerily similar to Marin's house, Legend realizes.

"Zelda...? No, silly! I'm Marin!"

Legend rubs his eyes tiredly and the island girl fades from his vision. The veteran sighs.

"Tell me more about yourself."

Legend remembers what he had said that time on the beach with Marin. He had ran his mouth, bragging about the adventures he went on.

He was a fool.

He was in love.

Marin listened intently, somehow putting up with his arrogance and cherishing every word that had spilled out of Legend's mouth.

His arrogance had quickly died out once he had woken up from his dream.

Legend sighs and decides to sort through his bag again, giving himself a distraction. He pulls out his items and sorts through them carefully, and puts them neatly into his bag. By the time he's finished, the night has flown by, and Wild and Twilight are stepping in the room. "We're all going to sleep now." Twilight informs the vet.

The veteran hero nods and puts his bag away. Wild curls up on the floor with a bedroll and Twilight takes one of the beds. Legend takes the other bed and squeezes his eyes shut. Soon all he can hear is soft snoring and Legend allows himself to fall asleep before the snoring gets worse.

"Tell me about yourself." Marin says, smiling. "Link, are you a hero?"

Link looks at Marin with confusion. "Of course I am."

"Then why did you kill an entire island of people and animals? Does that really make you a hero?" Marin asks, tilting her head.

A flash and Marin's now covered in thick red liquid. The red liquid falls down her face and her blue dress sickeningly. Marin clasps Link's hand and Link jolts away, blood now staining his hands. "Are you a true hero Link?"

'I am.' He wants to respond but he doesn't know if that's right.

"Are you a hero, Link?"

Link hears his Uncle's voice and jerks around. The island distorts and shapes into a cold, musty dungeon. Uncle has a gaping hole through his chest. "I..."

"A hero saves people, right?" Uncle says.

Link nods slowly. "You didn't save me." Uncle accuses. "Are you really a hero?"

There's disappointment in Uncle's tone that makes Link's stomach churn. "I'm sorry." Link says, tears streaming down his face.

"Sorry's not enough. It's never enough. Don't you remember what I've taught you?"

Link backs up, scrambling away from his Uncle, almost trying to hide from the visible disappointment. "I remember, Uncle." He chokes out.

"Clearly, you don't."

Link cries and the dungeon collapses underneath his feet. Link falls in the darkness, all of the light gone. White outlines of his friends and family surround him.

"Link?"

Link hears a million voices at once.

Marin steps out of the crowd, the white chalky outline of her grabbing his hand. "You're no hero." She spits and a bloody hibiscus falls into his hand.

Marin dissolves.

The crowd dissolves, and screaming quickly fills the air. "No! Stop!" Link cries out.

All of his friends are gone now. Dead.

He's alone.

Legend jolts awake. Tears spill out his eyes and he tries desperately to swallow back sobs. Wild is awake in seconds.

Damn it.

"Legend?" Wild whispers.

The veteran looks at the cook and rubs his eyes. "Did I wake you up?" He mumbles.

"No. Is...Are you okay, vet?" Wild asks in a soft, gentle tone.

No. He really isn't.

Legend steps out of bed and almost stumbles but catches himself. "I need to get some fresh air." He says quietly.

"Okay. Don't be gone for too long, m'kay?"

Legend nods and walks out the door, walking past the other doors in a dark hallway. He hurries out the front door and sees the moonlight shine on the grass and trees. The veteran looks back at the inn.

You're no hero.

Legend runs, Pegasus Boots activating, and he runs away from the inn, letting the cold air envelop him. He ignores the tears falling from his eyes and he keeps on running.

#unique writes #lu legend #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu time #lu wind #lu wolfie #tw blood #there's lots of it

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ghostinvenus · 2 years

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MARY ON A CROSS | Mountain x F!Reader

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synopsis: as a newly summoned ghoulette, you are quite nervous to perfom in your first ritual. luckily, mountain is there to help you through it

pairings: mountain x reader

warnings: just fluff, bad humour too

author's note: this one is made specially for @dexthtoyounglings , the official mountain's wife blog! she is a very sweet person and i hope she enjoys this little thing i put together for her. love u paula ♡

word's count: 3,2k

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"You know, my dad used to sing the next song..." The crowd erupts in cheers, going wild at screaming in support for your Papa. You can only look back to where Aether was standing, and see him give you a thumbs up before turning back to the public "Get ready for Mary On A Cross!"

You take a deep breath and hear the familiar sound of Dew's guitar starting, followed by Aether. Soon, it's your turn to complement the guitar riffs. You can only hope it doesn’t go as badly as it did in practice.

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"Why do we need another ghoul?" The smallest ghoul of the group said, pointing at you with his palms, not even bothering to take a look at your face "We already have Swiss who is, have you forgotten already, a multighoul? It means he can do ANYTHING"

"Hey, just because it means I can do anything, it doesn't mean it's easy. Cirrus and Cumulus help, and with the arrival of Sunshine, it got even easier, but I still get three or more instruments to play during the show" The one you thought to be the ghoul named Swiss spoke, coming closer to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders "She can play the guitar with you guys. The ghoulettes are always behind on stage, it would be nice to have one upfront, don't you think, Dewdrop?"

"You don't even know if she can play the guitar. And you know she have to be good to keep up with us" The one that you now knew was named Dew replied, not even bothering to ask if you could play the guitar – which you could – or if you were good at it – which you were –. He was clearly the most distressed about your sudden appearence

"Can you play the guitar?" Another ghoul appeared behind you, scaring you momentarily. You could swear you had seen him at the side of Dewdrop moments before "I'm Aether, by the way. The most powerful ghoul and the one who can play the sickest guitar riffs"

"Yeah, the sickest because everyone is sick after hearing what you call music" Dewdrop answered, searching for something in his shirt pocket and after finding, throwing in Aether's direction. A guitar pick

It didn't had time to reach Aether, who flinched either way. The guitar pick quickly came back to a stop on a ghoulette's hand, who was awaiting with her hand open

"The name is Cumulus!" Waving quickly towards you, the short ghoulette presented herself "And this is Cirrus!" She continued, pointing to the tallest ghoulette, who waved back to you "And our newest.. well, was our newest addition, Sunshine!", Sunshine said a small hi to you, coming from behind Cirrus, and you offered a smile in return

After her ghoulettes introductions, she sent the pick back in Dewdrop's way with a wave of her hand. The look of surprise in your face must have told her something, because she was quick to explain her little act

"We are able to keep our elements even when we are summoned here at Earth. I guess it helps both parties; the summoners and the summoned. Me and Cirrus are related to the air, That's why I was able to get Dewdrop's pick. I just controlled the air around it" Cirrus seemed to like to talk, taking every opportunity to explain about this new world to you

"What about you, have you discovered your element yet?" A more calm voice approached you, and you looked to see another ghoul coming closer to you "I'm Rain, nice to meet you!" He offered his hand for you to shake, and you gladly took

"Don't worry if you haven't yet, our Sunshine here hasn't found out what is her element either" Swiss looked back to you, trying to calm your nerves

You couldn't remember much from what was the way you used to live. You remembered the burning feeling, that was as clear as day, and the female voice surrounding you moments before everything turned white and you appeared here. But you couldn't remember from what region of Hell you were, and that could help a lot in finding out your element, neither could you remember how you used to interact with other demons, which could dictate your personality and therefore be able to find what type of ghoul you were

"She looks like a water ghoul. Look at her tail, it has small fins just like Rain. And she hasn't said a word back to Dewdrop, despite him being an asshole" Aether approached you, looking you up and down and turning you around to show the others

"This means she is quite calm, like a water ghoul" With your face turned from where the majority of the ghouls was standing, you saw who was behind you this whole time, only observing. He was the tallest ghoul of the group, and was standing awkward, with his bare feet touching the grass "But is she a general water ghoul? Or a specific one?" He walked closer to you, his height making so he had to hunch over to look you in the eyes. You took a little step back, feeling nervousness spread through your body, you blurt out the most stupid thing your brain could conjure

"Why are you so tall?"

The look in the ghoul's face was one of pure surprise. How could your first words in the human realm be something along the lines of questioning his height?

"She is alive!" Dewdrop throws his arms around in a dramatic manner "And she talks!"

You question of why Mountain – the tall ghoul – was so tall was soon answered by Swiss, who quoting, said that the ghoul was 'an earth ghoul and so he ressembles a tree', which was followed by a smack in his head giving by said ghoul

The Papa, who you soon learned, liked to be called only Copia, was the one who asked for your presence, saying he needed a bigger range of feminine voices in his next album, and so his mother complied, summoning you from the pits of hell, asking for a voice that would be able to spread the word of Satan's church as fast as the ice freezing down a body of water. And so, she received you

Your first days at the Abbey weren't the nicest ones. You were summoned for the specific reason of singing and helping the band, so your mornings were filled with singing lessons, your afternoons with eletric guitar lessons, and your nights with learning every song of Ghost already released. Keeping your head down and your voice low, you heard a lot from Dewdrop, since he was a fire ghoul and was the obvious opposite of you, a water ghoul. Rain, who you ended up being really close to, since you were the only other water type ghoul after him, told you Dewdrop used to act just like this with him too, but after a few weeks, when seeing he was no threat, ended up being his friend. It was more about the fire ghoul being territorial than aggressive

Even though you were becoming quite the close friends with Rain and the other ghoulettes, you still had one specific ghoul in your mind: Mountain. He was probably the quietest ghoul of the group, surpassing even the water ghouls. Being a water ghoul yourself, you knew you could approach strangers, talk to them, make friends, but with Mountain was another story. He wouldn't talk to anyone outside the band ghouls, and whenever another ghoul or even a sister tried to talk to him, he would answer and quickly go somewhere, mostly outside at the gardens. You made a promise to yourself that you would be able to get him to come and talk to you

It was another day filled with practice. You had gone from Kaisarion to Square Hammer, from Dance Macabre to He Is, repeating the upcoming tour tracklist over and over until you felt a sting in your fingers, but you couldn't stop. You had to prove to the ghouls that besides being the newest addition and the youngest ghoul, you were worth of your position

But there was one song that was about to be your downfall. Mary On a Cross. Of course, Papa Nihil always entering the practice room when he heard the initial chords to his song and talking your ear off about his glory days had nothing to do with the growing unpleasing feeling you had everytime the time to train the song arrived. Ok, this was one of the reasons, but the song just made you nervous for some reason. The creepiness of singing and playing such an old song, the nervousness of presenting the song while the creator of it was right there listening, and the anxiousness of being a new ghoul created a snowball effect that was slowly swallowing you whole

This night would be a different night, though. It marked the seven days countdown to your first ritual, and you had to go through this song one more time. It was the only one that was giving you problems, and you wouldn't let Papa Nihil see you getting it wrong one more time, specially because he would be touring with the band this time, since he was the only one who could do the current Miasma saxophone solo

You pressed play on the radio that was kept at the practice room, and you looked down at your eletric guitar, trying to become one with it, just like you were taught, when a loud sound caught your attention. The sound of the door being open

Satan, not Papa Nihil again, you thought to yourself, but were surprised to see the ghoul you were less expecting coming form behind the door. It was Mountain

Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, he turned back to look inside the room, only to find you staring back straight at his masked face

"Hello, Mountain" You said, putting your guitar aside and getting up

"I didn't notice you were here before. I'm sorry, I will be leav..."

"Please, there's no need for this" You interrupted the other ghoul, sitting down at the couch again "I would rather if you could stay with me during this practice"

"Did something happened? Is Dewdrop annoying you again?" Mountain sat by your side, looking at you intensely

"No, the last time, I threatened to splash water on him and he ran away calling for Aether" You answered, remembering the fact with a smile. After the night of the incident, the ghoul seemed much calmer, even making jokes near your presence, which made you think that maybe he was finally warming up to you

"Always running to Aether. I don't know how the big guy still protects him after all the menace Dew causes" With a smile, Mountain put his hand in your knees "It seems you are finally opening up to us. You talk more lately"

"You are one to say, this is the first time we maintain a conversation" You didn't let pass the small blush that spread through the ghoul's cheeks

"I am just very observant" Mountain replied "And I observed you overworking yourself ever since you have been summoned. You don't need to be perfect, you know this?"

"I have been summoned by Sister Imperator herself. It is my duty to be perfect" You sat upright, trying to convey your thoughts through your actions

"Not even the older ghouls know everything, you shouldn't think too much about this"

"Yes, I should, Mountain!" You replied, raising your voice. You noticed quickly how the ghoul brows furrowed and how his reassuring smile dissappeared "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I didn't mean to"

"It's okay, little one"

And with that, he smiled again, his sharp teeth showing through his lips, and for a moment, you wondered how they would taste against your mouth. Focusing your eyes in something else, you tried to move those thoughts away

"So, nervous for your first ritual?" Mountain sat back, relaxing his posture and putting one of his long leg over the other

"Definetely! There's this one song, though..." You stopped yourself from continuing, scared of what the ghoul might think of you admitting you couldn't play a song of the tracklist

"Don't worry, I can help you if you tell me what the song is" As if reading your thoughts, Mountain softened his voice, trying not to scare you back into your shell

"It's Mary on a Cross" You said, closing your eyes and hoping for the worst, not even wanting to see the ghoul's reaction

"Oh, that one? Well, here is the deal to play this song..."

"Wait, you aren't going to belittle me and send me back to hell?" You opened one of your eyes, still nervous. You only received a hearty laugh from Mountain, one that few people had the delight to hear or see

"Why would I do that? We all have difficulties in certain songs. As I told you, no one is perfect"

"It's... just such a fan favorite, I'm scared of getting it wrong.."

"Here, let me help you. When you are on stage, try following my lead on the drums. You can stay closer to me too, if that helps" He seemed happy to be able to help in any way "Next group practice, let's try this, okay?"

"Okay, Mountain. Thank you, really"

"It's no problem, little one. Anything else?"

"Now that I think about it..." You started saying

"Yes?"

"How do I act sexy on stage like Dewdrop?" You asked innocently, only to see Mountain getting up quickly and running towards the door

"DEWDROP! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING OUR LITTLE GHOULETTE?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ・・・・☆・・・・

The start of the drums bring you back to your current position, and you quickly dislocate yourself to stay near Mountain, just like you practiced with him

You take a deep breath, and hear the words of Sister Imperator coming to mind, her advice of 'Becoming one with the guitar' doing nothing to ease your mind from the nervousness you felt. You found your fingers trembling, making the sounds the guitar was making tremble together. Everything would go wrong, you would be taken off from the band, the ghouls and ghoulettes would laugh at you and...

You looked back, at where Mountain was seated, and you saw that through his concentration, he was able to steal a quick glance in your direction, making sure you were alright. And this was enough

You heard his voice in your mind, repeating the advice he told you million times during practice. 'Become one with the music, and the music will follow your lead'

And so, you followed what he told you

You quickly found yourself being able to control your guitar, it's chords bowing down to your skill, and you finally were able to ease the anxiety that was plaguing your mind. Coming closer to where your microphone was standing, you prepared to sing together with the ghoulettes and Papa, finally being able to feel the music filling you with it's emotions

"You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Your beauty never ever scared me

Mary on a, Mary on a cross"

After that, only a few seconds were necessary and the music was over. The sweet music that has been stressing you over for weeks now was finally over, and you felt like you had just completed a challenge that put you further into being an official addition to the band

A couple of songs later and you were waving down at the audience, collecting flowers, throwing guitar picks and hugging your fellow ghouls and ghoulettes to bow down while hearing the applause. You choose to stay near Mountain during this part for obvious reason

"What you guys did back there was amazing!" You heard Copia's voice as soon as you entered backstage "And you!" He pointed at you, and you quickly felt fear run through your veins. He heard you messing up, it was all over now. "You were perfect! I knew you would be a good addition!"

"Thank you, Papa" You answered truthfully, letting go of a breath you didn't even knew you were holding

The ghouls each went to their specific places, some staying at the corner, others talking together in a little group. All of them, including Dewdrop, stopped their activities to congratulate you on your first ritual, and you felt a closer connection to them than before

"You did great back then!" Finally, the voice you wanted to hear the most. Mountain appeared behind you, making you turn and stare him in his now unmasked eyes

"It would not be possible without your help" You replied, sincerely

"That's not true. It was your talent..." He put a finger on your forehead, giving a little push and making you laugh "...and those skilled fingers..." He held your fingers with both of his hands, caressing them "That made the show so great tonight"

Your wide smile felt like escaping your face, from how happy you were feeling

"Thank you. Really. It means a lot to me"

"I am always here to help, little one"

The way he held his gaze on your eyes made your legs weak, and your immortal heart feel like jumping out of your ribcage. What was this man doing to you? Had he put you in a spell? You felt your cheeks grow warm after noticing how his large hands were still holding yours, making it seem like your hands were molded to fit each other perfectly. Your thoughts were racing through your mind, you had barely registered his face coming closer to yours, until you felt his lips, touching yours lightly

"Can I kiss you, little one?"

"Yes, please, Mounty..." The nickname seemed to do something to him, since he grabbed your face in both his hands, and closed the distance between your bodies, kissing you slowly. You felt his warm lips touching yours, your mouth moving according to his lead, and your hands instinctively found their way through his hair, caressing him and making him moan in a deep low pitch in the kiss.

"Satan, you are going to make me crazy" Mountain stopped kissing you for a moment, his comment making you smile. But soon he was back to kissing you again, this time, asking for entrance with his tongue. You happily obliged, opening your mouth slightly and letting his tongue, feeling how in that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment

"Guys! Our little ghoulette is an ice element ghoul!"

You and Mountain quickly separated, looking around and seeing all the eyes on both of you. Looking for who said the phrase that interrupted your moment with Mountain, you found Dewdrop pointing at something under you. You looked down to see a circle of ice forming around your feet, in the rough shape of a small human heart. Looking up again, your eyes encountered the glowing eyes of Mountain already staring back at you, looking like they had seen a million constellations in your face

"That explains how cold your hands are" Mountain said, still looking at your eyes

"MOUNTAIN!" You were able to shout, hitting him in the arm, before a laugh erupted from both of you.

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LBTE: Jared (161-163)

Christmas, New Year's, and media.

If you'd like to read along, the series page is here.

161. Strategic Retreat

Final arc, baby!

Big ol’ summary to cover some ground because I DO need to end the story eventually, despite what Bryce thinks. So zoom, here comes Christmas.

Bryce being on LTIR means he doesn’t have to deal with media unless he explicitly seeks them out, and if the Canucks refuse to make Jared available for reporters, there’s not much they can do about it except like, shout questions in the parking lot.

Which does actually happen, incredibly; the security guards were apparently the right idea, but also, ironically, aren’t actually present the one time they’re needed. But Jared has Gabe and Dmitry with him, and Dmitry makes for a very friendly but also completely immovable barrier between said reporter and the getaway vehicle.

Except for the one scene before Christmas, in which Dmitry gets to play bodyguard and Gabe gets to play getaway driver, and they both have a blast.

“Who the fuck even was that?” Jared asks, twisting around to look through the back windshield as Gabe pulls out of his spot. “I’ve never seen them before in my life.”

“Should I take detours?” Gabe asks.

Jared thinks that’s unnecessary, but he also thinks Gabe looks hopeful, like maybe he’s always secretly dreamed of being a getaway driver.

“Can’t hurt,” Jared says.

Thank you for humouring Gabe’s ambitions, Jared.

Bryce looks down at the open suitcase, which is frankly more cords than clothes at this point. Bryce didn’t pack any cords whatsoever, which was a problem considering they have different phone models, and then there’s Jared’s laptop, and Bryce’s iPad, and backup cords for their phones, because they have a tendency to disappear, and Jared prefers his electric toothbrush, so he packed the cord for that, and —

Got to be prepared for everything in the great wilds of suburban Calgary.

But wait. Jared has parents. Parents who can retrieve things for them. Also they can get same-day delivery for just about anything. Maybe not on Christmas, but: parents. Dad would grumble, but he’d make the Christmas morning drive to Shopper’s Drug Mart. He’d probably even insist on it, rather than let either of them do it. Definitely before he let either of them drive his car.

Shoppers Drug Mart: your best friend when you realise on Christmas morning that you forgot to get someone a present.

“I don’t know,” Jared says. “I’m being ridiculous in my head, that’s all.”

“If you tell me, I promise I won’t judge,” Bryce says. “I’m ridiculous in my head all the time.”

<3 Bryce

The one tiny sliver of a silver lining to Bryce’s injury is that he isn’t going to be game ready until after their next game in Calgary. May miss playing in the Saddledome entirely this season, and selfishly, Jared hopes he does, not just so Bryce doesn’t have to deal with what they yell at him, but also so Jared doesn’t have to hear it, doesn’t have to know just how ugly it is. He wants to be able to come back there.

Something uniquely special about getting booed by your hometown team. Not in a good way.

Dad picks them up at the airport, and Jared doesn’t know if that’s because he’s worried some Uber driver will recognise them, or to continue the weird charade that Mathesons are a nice, welcoming family they all do whenever Elaine’s around. At some point they’re going to get tired, right?

Elaine continuing to bring out the best in everyone.

Dad and Elaine catch up in the front — well, Elaine catches dad up, dad just tells her all the food he’ll be making — as Jared takes the opportunity to nap on Bryce’s shoulder in the backseat, waking up for flickers of exit signs and snatches of appetizers and Elaine’s laugh, Bryce’s fingers threading through his as dad takes their exit, squeezing when they pull onto Jared’s street, a gentle wakeup call.

This is all very soft.

…insisting on taking Elaine and Bryce’s bags — ‘don’t want you to screw up the recovery timeline’ he told Bryce gruffly, but Jared has two hands and thirty less years on the planet, so he can probably handle it.

More baby steps!

“Can’t come, watching pots!” his mom yells as soon as they open the door, with the exasperated tone of someone who does not appreciate the duty they’ve been assigned, and dad beelines straight for the kitchen, presumably to make sure she didn’t fuck up pot watching.

‘Watch my pots’ is said way too frequently by Don considering nobody watching them knows what to look out for.

Erin shoves one into her mouth and puts a protective arm around the rest before she pulls her phone out, aiming it in their direction with intent while she chews bread in the most obnoxious manner possible.

Erin’s got the right priorities.

“Not awful, I’m going to post it,” Erin declares, but she shows the picture to him and Julius first — Jared guesses they’re all a little gun shy where social media is involved right now. She’s right though, it’s not awful, and Jared doubts anyone who doesn’t know him personally could see all the spite in that smile. Julius scoffs at it, so Jared definitely didn’t fool him, but strangers? They’ll buy it.

Jared smiles rarely enough that you’d have to know him quite well to be able to differentiate his smiles. Julius is one of the few who can.

“Guard my rolls from these thieves, Elaine,” Erin says, then somehow bullies Jared and Julius onto one half of the couch while taking the other half for herself.

All the right priorities.

Jared would argue, but he peers over Erin’s shoulder to see a picture of them wearing the same fake smile on their faces while Julius looks faintly terrified between them. Exact same. It’s horrible. And Jared can’t even make a face at Erin right now, in case she makes the same face back.

She would make an identical face and Jared knows it.

They get a better one later, one where Jared and Erin look related but not too related, and Julius doesn’t look traumatised, and dad has an objectively ridiculous expression on his face, which will hopefully quiet some of the ‘Don Matheson is a silver fox’ narrative — Jared doesn’t know if that’s still a thing, and he’s afraid to ask in case it is — and Elaine looks like she just popped in from a complete different, much fancier event. Bryce is just a sweater sleeve and a ringed hand on Jared’s knee, because he was reaching for the wine when Jared’s mom took the picture, but that still would have made this a picture that would have needed to be deleted, or at least cropped, Bryce carefully excised from the frame.

But instead, when Erin asks if she can post it, Jared shrugs and looks at Bryce, who shrugs right back, and they collectively ignore his dad’s protests that it’s an awful picture of him as Erin fiddles with approximately seventeen different filters before posting it for all to see.

Bryce just a sleeve and a hand, but he’s there! And of course everybody knows exactly whose hand it is. A small thing compared to the media they’re going to be doing, but after years of carefully censoring what photos make it to social media (or are taken at all), this is a small thing that means a lot.

162. Ritual

When the clock strikes midnight on Christmas, Jared’s drowsy, contentedly full of dinner — ‘don’t expect this tomorrow’ his dad warned, but Jared is fully expecting a repeat, judging by the overloaded fridge and his mom’s longsuffering expression — and also pie, because his dad made a fucking pie. From scratch. He’s officially out of control and Jared will happily reap the benefits.

Don’s cooked throughout Jared’s life, albeit mostly in a ‘let’s get food on this table before your game’ sort of meals, rather than his new passion for it, but pie? PIE? The closest thing to baking his dad did before was pancakes, and Jared’s pretty sure that doesn’t count.

Elaine’s gone back to the hotel room she got rather than kick Bryce and Jared out of his room, his parents to bed. Bryce is asleep, Jared’s pretty sure — he put his head in Jared’s lap after the third jaw cracking yawn, and hasn’t moved a muscle since. Julius doesn’t look like he’s far behind, slow blinking like a toddler fighting sleep, though if Jared says as much he’s going to get something thrown at him, and while he’s almost certain he could dodge it given Julius’ current condition, he doesn’t want to disturb Bryce when he looks so comfortable.

This whole scene is very soft.

“Hey,” Erin says, and when Jared looks over, she takes a picture.

“Delete that,” Jared says immediately.

And then Erin happens.

“Not that one,” Jared says. He doesn’t even need to look at it to know it isn’t one he wants people to see. “It’s too — not that one.”

For all Bryce said 'what’s the point of coming out just to pretend to be different people', Jared needs that distance between him and his relationship and what people see of him and said relationship.

“Who turns ‘hey you’ into a pet name?” Jared asks. “What’s next, ‘sup dude’?”

“Okay babe,” Erin says.

“We barely even use babe, so whatever,” Jared says.

You shameless liar.

“Bryce? Bed?”

“S’that, babe?” Bryce mumbles, and Erin gives Jared a mocking look. Jared doesn’t know how she understands Bryce from across the room when Jared can’t understand Julius after literally living with the guy, but it’s probably helpful that it’s just sleepy, rather than sleepy and/or Finnish.

You deserve that look. Also do not start competing with your sister on ‘who can understand mumbles better’ Jared, I swear.

“I told him that, but he got all ‘what do you know, you’ve just known Jared since the day of your birth’,” Erin says. “‘I am the only one who truly knows him, due to our sacred former liney bond’.”

I will have you know she says this in a gruff monotone with a faintly sardonic expression on her face.

“You know half of what he says is just looks,” Erin says. “The withering look definitely said ‘Erin, you must know the sacred liney bond is much deeper than something as simple as blood’.”

This time she curls her lip.

Jared swears he knows exactly what look she’s talking about, but for him it was ‘Jared, you cannot possibly understand the nuances of the music I listen to with your weak North American ears, now apologise to the Finnish death metal bands you confused’.

This is the softest, fondest Matheson mockery.

“Can’t believe you stole my liney,” Jared says.

“You abandoned him in Edmonton,” Erin says.

The door to Erin’s room opens, and Julius scowls out at them. “Stop talking about me,” he says.

“Why would we even talk about you?” Jared says, over Erin’s, “Big head, much?”

I love them.

Julius gives them a withering look, then shuts the door.

“I’d say that one was ‘pathetic, who taught you how to lie?’” Jared says.

“With a dash of ‘I am on the other side of the door and have ears, Mathesons’,” Erin agrees.

They both adore him.

“He shouldn’t do that,” Jared says, skating over to Gabe.

Gabe gives him a questioning look, and Jared reminds himself that Gabe isn’t actually psychic.

It’s easy to forget considering he always seems to read Jared’s mind. Or, more accurately, the expressions Jared doesn’t hide as well as he thinks he does.

And nothing — not being dirty, not being selfish, not being cocky, not being a convicted fucking criminal — is as bad in this league as being a whiner. Maybe diving comes close, if you do it incessantly. Maybe.

Sad truth.

The last thing Jared needs to be is the gay guy who is also a whiner.

Jared absolutely has a legitimate concern here because he knows people are looking for things to dislike about him that aren’t who he’s married to.

“Hey, Jared?” Gabe says. “You’re not the only player on the ice that sign was directed at, whether they know it or not. Not everything is about you.”

But yeah, this.

“It’s okay,” Gabe says. “Just keep that in mind. And also keep in mind a lot of kids are paying extremely close attention to how people are treating you and Bryce right now, and that’s not the kind of shit I want them to be seeing.”

Also this.

“They’re going to say you’re stealing Bryce’s man,” Jared says, and gets Gabe’s glove in his face in response. He spends too much time with Dmitry. They all spend too much time with Dmitry, Jared very much included.

“Leaving me out!” Dmitry says, crashing into both of them, and nearly sending Jared into the boards.

Did someone call for more Dmitry?

Jared’s first kiss of the new year is a smacking one on the cheek from Dmitry fucking Kurmazov. He doesn’t know what that signifies, but he doubts it’s anything good.

It indicates another year of Dmitry, lucky you.

“Mom’s drunk,” Bryce says.

“I’m not drunk!” Elaine says loudly. “I am celebrating a new year with my beautiful baby boy, who I am so proud of. You too, Jared. I’m so proud of you too. You boys have been so brave, and I am so proud of both of you.”

“Mom’s drunk,” Bryce repeats.

Elaine is a very happy drunk, to the surprise of no one, I’m sure.

Jared would take a drunk Elaine over Dmitry any day.

“Aw mom,” Bryce says. “Why are you crying, don’t cry.”

Also an emotional one.

“You’re hiding somewhere,” Bryce says. “Vending machine room?”

Jared scoffs. He’s not an amateur, and that’s the worst possible hiding place, considering people tend to actually use it.

“There’s this nook kind of thing,” Jared says. “It has a couch for some reason. I have no idea who the hell designed this place.”

Look at this trust on display. Not even a moment of suspicion before he tells Bryce his exact location.

“How did you even find me?”

“Bullet,” Dmitry says, and Jared, mentally rewinding his conversation with Bryce, realises he’s been betrayed by the person he loves most in the world.

Jared is the most dramatic person in the entire world.

“Math,” Gabe says, after handing Jared another hard seltzer and listening to Jared’s complaints. “Buddy.”

“You’re going to tell Stephen about this, I know,” Jared says.

Gabe waves a hand. “He’s bored of these stories by now.”

This is the meanest thing Gabe has ever said to Jared.

Jared takes his hard seltzer and his remaining shreds of dignity and relocates himself to the video game playing room, where people won’t kiss him or tattle on him or refuse to tattle on him.

Poor Jared, so hard done by.

163. Take Five

The problem with Bryce and Jared putting off any and all interviews until the new year is that, inevitably, the new year arrives.

Every procrastinator’s nightmare: when later becomes now.

Not that their agents aren’t involved or anything, but Jared’s imagining Greg trying to field all the interest, and it’s not a pretty picture. Summers is a different story, but Summers also recently found out that Bryce has Jared’s name tattooed on his chest, and as a result Summers is currently not particularly happy with them.

Dave is so tired. So tired.

“We have interest from hockey journalists, obviously,” Grace says. “But also some 2LGBTQ+ media, and some local lifestyle pieces, which we think are probably a good idea considering Bryce was born and raised here. Makes you Vancouver’s, you know? Not just Vancouver Canucks. And then there’s some mainstream national interest. We’ll let Bell and Rogers fight over who gets dibs. Presumably Rogers will take it, considering they have our broadcast rights, but I wouldn’t count Bell out. There are a lot more eyes on CTV than City.”

Blah blah blah, Canadian telecom stuff (Rogers (Sportsnet) has NHL rights, Bell (TSN) gets the leftovers, also they co-own the Leafs? Canada is just several monopolies in a trenchcoat). Also 2LGTBQ+ is Approved Government Order of the acronym in Canada — putting two-spirit first.

“Telecom cockfight,” Jared says. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Wait, like roosters, or like—“ Bryce says, then gestures at his lap.

Grace returns to Jared in tears of laughter and Bryce indignantly saying, “You’re never going to let go of the truffle thing!”, which means, of course, that Jared has to tell her about the truffle thing, but only after he catches his breath again and manages to force himself to stop picturing a literal cockfight.

Bryce’s grandchildren will hear about the truffle thing. Not the cockfight, though.

“You know,” Grace says. “You two just keep being like this and everything is going to go perfectly.”

Grace why.

“What is wrong with you!” Grace says, throwing her hands up. “Why are you being like this right now, I know you have personalities! They’re good personalities!”

Jared shrugs, while Bryce commences a brand new sulk.

You brought this upon yourself, Grace.

“You’re in front of cameras all the time,” Grace says. “You’re used to interviews.”

“Talking about hockey, not, you know, us,” Jared says. “It’s not hard to rattle something off about having a good group of guys and getting pucks deep. It’s pretty much scripted for you.”

Plus people’s expectations for how articulate you are are pretty low when you’re panting and wiping your sweaty face. ‘uh, we had, uh, a pretty good twenty minutes, and um, I like our effort and we just gotta keep it up and stay in their zone and uh, we’ll be good’. ‘thanks for your time’ ‘yup.’

“Okay, fair enough,” Grace says. “Then — just say nice things about Jared. You love saying nice things about Jared.”

She found it. She found the button.

“Plus, Jared has to listen to you saying them,” Grace says. “And he can’t cut you off in the middle without looking like a jerk on TV.”

“Hey!” Jared says, as Bryce looks increasingly thoughtful.

Nailing that button, you got this Grace.

“Try to convince the viewers to love Jared as much as you do,” Grace says. “Shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

“I don’t like you very much right now,” Jared says through his teeth, as Bryce cracks his first smile of the day.

And Bryce Marcus has officially changed his stance on media. Get him in front of a camera, he has a husband to embarrass with his gushing.

Bryce and the interviewer have a nice little laugh together, and Jared adds ‘smart’, to join so great at cooking, so fun and so funny, and so supportive, which certainly is Bryce changing his tune from after shoulder surgery. Also ‘just look at him’, which Jared doesn’t quite classify as a compliment, but knows Bryce means as one.

And just look at Jared: face on fire, because he is in hell.

Sucks to be you, Jared, you smart, fun, funny, supportive, hot as fuck cook.

(Jared would argue he is maybe half of those things.)

"You don’t have to say nice things about me, babe,” Bryce says. “I don’t mind.”

Jared’s three defiant compliments into his interview before he realises Bryce knows him a little too well.

How does it feel to be handled, Jared?

He goes to slump into Bryce, realises they’re in public, then realises that doesn’t matter.

Bryce wraps an arm around his shoulders, kisses the side of his head.

In public! Not in front of their friends, or family, or team, but a bunch of total strangers (albeit total strangers who had to listen to compliments about Jared ad nauseum)

“I don’t actually give you a look like ‘how did you even graduate high school’, do I?” Jared asks.

“Sometimes,” Bryce says.

“Fuck,” Jared says. “I’m sorry.”

“In your defence, the last time you did was because I thought Alaska was an island,” Bryce says.

BC and Alaska are ATTACHED. (Bryce says in his defence they always show it as little floating land in the north in maps of America. Jared says ‘IT BORDERS YOUR PROVINCE’)

It actually got interesting with a few American towns bordering BC when the US-Canada border was closed to non-essential traffic — some Alaskan kids went to school in BC, and Point Roberts, Washington is basically surrounded by Canada (look at it on a map if you want to laugh), so they had some significant issues.

But also Jared feels bad and he will try not to give Bryce that look going forward.

“You’re giving me the face again,” Bryce says.

“Okay, but seriously, B,” Jared says, and Bryce tips his head back and laughs.

BUT SERIOUSLY.

#liveblogging the end

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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I'm in the mood for...

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1. Hi there! I'm looking for fics that either describe a domestic life (like the one Wei Ying dreams about with him and Lan Zhan and their little cottage 🏡) or just domestic fluff in general (lots of cuddling, taking care of each other, kissing, non-sexual intimacy and similar: kidfics are also very welcome). Basically lots of coziness, soft settings and domestic wangxian! I need to stack up on cozy fics for winter. ☃️❄ Thank you!

Stargazing (and a bit of rain) by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 1k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, fluff, family bonding)

Blankets by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, <1k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, modern w/ magic, fluff, domestic, slice of life)

Little Things by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Modern Cultivators, Reincarnation) (link in #2)

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics)

the lives of birds by bleuett (E, 15k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Gardens & Gardening, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs)

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

Close Your Soft Eyes by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Married Life, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Mild Hurt mostly comfort, Communication, Learning to build a life together)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, lwj needs a hug, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

fish & wild geese by impossibletruths (T, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Farm/Ranch, Poetry, Grief/Mourning, Cooking, Catharsis, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Hunger as a Metaphor for Grief, Farming as a Metaphor for Healing, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Mentioned Madam Lán, Podfic: fish & wild geese by raitala)

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2. Do you have any Fics where Wei Wuxian is good at sewing, embroidery or cooking WangXian preferably

Little Things by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Modern Cultivators, Reincarnation)

Secret Family Recipe by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 911, LXC & WWX, Fluff, brother-in-law bonding, Cooking, family traditions, Modern with Magic) Short but sweet

The Lotus Pier Restaurant and Bakery Café by stiltonbasket (G, 1k, WangXian, XuanLi, ChengQing, NieLan, Modern AU, Bakery and Coffee Shop, a chronicle in yelp reviews, ships are mostly background, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Yelp Reviews) baker wei ying

Some strange magic by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 15k, WangXian, Fantasy, Witch WWX, Wizard LWJ, Major Character Injury, Sex Magic, Dual Cultivation, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Horny LWJ, Trust Issues, despite these tags, There's actually very little smut) weaving

Heat It Up! with Wei Ying by justpeace (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, coworkers to dating, Getting Together, Chinese Food, racism that largely happens offscreen, workplace racism, toxic workplace environment, Workplace Relationship, food as a metaphor for racism, Humor, Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, food as a metaphor for flirting, References to Drugs, Alcohol, Asian-American Character) chef wei ying

Battle Chefs by sami (T, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality Show, cooking contests, Format - Recaps, Humour) chef wei ying

a season of splendor by Deisderium (T, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sports, Fashion & Couture, Baseball, Remix, Inspired by Fanfiction, just a soupcon of pining, ass smacks but baseball, fluff as far as the eye can see, Designer WWX, Athlete LWJ, Friends to Lovers) wei ying as a tailor

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3. Hello, thank you for the recs last time. This time I'm asking for all the recs in the canon era with a disabled/amputee Wei Wuxian. Thank you! @iseverelydislikeeveryone

you caught me in a moment weak by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 11k, wangxian, JC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel, hurt/comfort, angst, emacipation, amputation)

💖 Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 30k, JYL/WZL, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Amputation, Major Character Injury, Sibling Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, cooking as cultivation, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Sexual Assault, inadequate parenting, Family Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Protective Siblings, Near Drowning, heterosexual fluff, Amnesia)

brave enough to breathe by Sour_Idealist (M, 10k, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Fix-It, Golden Core Transfer, canon-typical family dysfunction, Torture, secondary character death, Canonical Character Death) Madam Yu follows through with cutting off WWX's hand, canon divergence from there

3A of this post has some fic recs you might like

The Porcelain Lotus of Yungmeng by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (G, 9k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC POV, Amnesia, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Eventual WangXian)

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4. IMTF req: Fics that explore JC and JL's relationship? Maybe something like stories of how JC struggled/coped with raising JL and other parent stuff?

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Canon Divergence, Ghost WWX, Hurt/comfort, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst) the first like half of it focuses on JL’s relationship with both JC and ghost!WWX who’s come back to LP & doesn’t really remember his previous identity.

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5. Hello! I was wondering if y’all knew of any fics where wwx is a lifeguard. Nothing too particular outside of that, I just think it’d funny to read smth where like lwj and lxc go to a pool and lwj sees wwx doing his job and is like oh shit he��s hot, idk, love the blog btw, y’all are godsend

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6. Hello! For the "in the mood for a fic" series, do you have anything A) where someone from MDZS travels to another universe (another fandom) B) where Madam Jin is a supporter of Wei Ying? Thank you so much! @smallcutesprinkle

6B)

this body yet survives by RoseThorne (T, 37k, WIP, WangXian, No War AU, Recovery, Trauma, Dissociation, Courting Rituals, Near Death Experiences, Attempted Murder, Eventual Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Protective Siblings, Triggers, Protective LWJ, Protective LQR, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Bad Parent YZY, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Depression, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling JYL) Madam Jin is only in it briefly, but she's firmly on Wei Wuxian's side

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7. Hello there!

Thank u all mods for your hard work.

If u don't mind, for the next "I'm in the mood For", do u perhaps any recommendations of fic with or deals with WY having an eating disorder.

Thank u for your time Have a nice day all of you

the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Starvation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Worship, Praise Kink, PTSD, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Cannibalism)

🧡“I will climb to where you are” or: the bunny book by ladyofrosefire, NotAFicWriter (T, 40k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Fatherhood, Family, Long-Distance Relationship, Semi-Epistolary, Grief/Mourning, Past Food Insecurity, WWX's Outstanding Mental Health, Panic Attacks, past parent death, Fluff) It’s modern au but mentions Wei Ying’s past food insecurity in one of the chapters

spinning with the stars above by tardigradeschool (G, 7k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Tarsus IV, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Panic Attacks, Fluff, Friends to Lovers) This Star Trek AU also mentions Wei Ying’s traumatic past and current issues with food /(Neither really feature eating disorders so much as issues surrounding food, though, so idk if this is what the asker is looking for)

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, tricking your brain into better habits, bad choices, followed by good choices, low angst, Happy Ending, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

behind the wheel of a large automobile; you may find yourself in a beautiful by bunnxianluvsu (MooseFeels) (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Road Trips, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Butt Plugs, Pregnancy Kink, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Past Abuse, Chronic Pain, Illnesses, Golden Core, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk)

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8. In the mood for bdsm fics with no impact or pain play. Also no non-con or dub-con please! Prefered pairing wangxian ✨

Maybe You’re the Reason by Clearpearls (E, 67k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Phone Sex, slight D/s, Secret Identity, Praise Kink, Phone Sex Operator WWX, he’s part-time though, slight internalized sexual repression, Fluff, Light Angst, Dirty Talk Orgasm Delay/Denial, Slow Burn, Sub LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Vibrators, Aftercare, Introspection)

Cloud Nine Series by mssdare (E, 86k, WangXian, Modern AU, YouTube, Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Substance Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Suicidal Thoughts, ASMR, youtuber LWJ, youtuber WWX, Social Media, Getting Together, getting better, Happy Ending, Intercrural Sex, Shower Sex, Sleepy Cuddles, Videoblogging, Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Medication, Touching, Anal Sex, Domestic Bliss, Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, side effects of medication, Slow Pace)

try a little tenderness by ilip13 (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, BDSM, Dom/sub, Aftercare, Subdrop, Reference to bad BDSM etiquette in wwx's past, Reference to wwx's self-worth issues, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Reference to BDSM scenes, this contains very little actual explicit content)

At the End of the Road by trickybonmot (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Practice Edging, Straight Boy WWX vs Fuck Around and Find Out LWJ, Pining but like Angry, Mildly Dubious Consent, A little Spit, Porn with Feelings, comphet is a hell of a drug, [PODFIC] At the End of the Road, by trickybonmot by Spinifex )

Take All of Me by Anna-domini (Memoryboard) (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Teachers AU, Porn With Plot, Identity Reveal, Sexting, Phone Sex, Nude Photos, Dirty Talking LWJ, mentioned and vaguely implied WWX/others and LWJ/others, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Online Relationship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, First Dates, First Meetings)

in the pines by astronicht (E, 13k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Coming In Pants, Dirty Talk, Marijuana, Recreational Drug Use, Sexting)

Content Warning: Romance by Ariaste (M, 5k, WangXian, BDSM, Praise Kink, nonsexual kink, which turns into sexual kink, wwx's canonical fetishes, Kink Negotiation)

walk my days on a wire by cicer (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, they were business rivals(oh my god they were were business rivals), mentions of mpreg, Pregnancy Kink, Light BDSM, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Subspace, Lingerie, Mutual Pining, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Intersex)

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9. hello!! for the next im in the mood for, can you rec any fics with wangxian's family finding out about their relationship? it doesn't need to be a secret and it can have nsfw, like one of them opens their bedroom door or something. modern or canon, but i think it may be easier to find in modern au, maybe? thank you!!! <3

Everything's growing in our garden by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 3k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Modern AU, Coming Out, Supportive big brother Xichen, Family Feels, Established Relationship, Xichen finds out on his own, meaning he finds photos of them kissing, Oops, referenced fear of homophobia/rejection, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempt at Humor)

oh brother by lanzhans_rbf (G, 5k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Outsider, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Twin Jades of Lán Feels) the revelation is in bits over time

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10. For a future itmf... can I request some dark lwj? But where wwx LIKES it? Is super into it? I just want a lwj who's willing to do whatever it takes to make wwx not only his but also safe and happy, even if that means he has to kill the entire cultivation world to do it, and wwx just adores him for it. So maybe more dark wangxian 😂 but just without a lot of the angst of them feeling guilty or wwx being afraid/upset with lwj over it if that makes sense

you soothe me just to torture me again by PrismaticAvocado (M, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark WWX, Dark LWJ, Dark LSZ, Dark LXC, Dark LQR, jc is honestly not that much darker than in canon if at all, Murder Husbands, Torture, Homophobia, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, almost everyone is bashed somewhat except for wangxian and a-yuan be warned, JC Bashing, WWX Lives, BAMF WWX) this is wangxian literally being super into burning the world down for each other

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11. for the next itmf, do you have any fics where wwx defends lwj from people talking bad about him or vice versa?

Hold Truth to the Light by SoManyJacks (E, 15k, WangXian, Light Angst, Fluff, switch!LWJ, service top!WWX, Accusations of rape, False Accusations, Rumors, nasty rumors, Alcohol, arranged marriage sideplot, Painful Sex, Anal Sex, POV Alternating, Light Dom/sub, Post-Canon, Based on the novel, gratuitous epilogues) has people making harmful assumptions about how Lan Zhan treats Wei Ying

make this chaos count by devotedbones (E, 15k, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, canon compliant until the very last scene of episode 50, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Chief Cultivator LWJ, a flute used as a melee weapon, Fist Fights, Gossip, Self-Worth Issues, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Mentions of Canonical Abuse, Minor Misunderstandings, [podfic] make this chaos count, by devotedbones by inkpens) in which Wei Ying gets in trouble for defending Lan Zhan

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12. hello i have another itmf request (thank you again for the last one). do you have any recs for wwx is revealed to be actually wealthy? like bc he lives simply and such, and people assume he's poor or middle class but like he's filthy rich. plus points if it's his own wealth and not jiang-connected. thank you so much

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, So much trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

together, we're just enough by lulu_kitty (E, 134k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bartender LWJ, single dad wwx, Kid fic (sort of), Excessive Fluff, Yearning, barely there plot, neurodivergent wangxian, canonical parental issues, lwj in jewelry, accidental sugar gege wwx, fluff and eventual smut, Bottom LWJ, Service Top WWX, Bisexual WWX, Rich WWX, a-yuan is a wei but still also a wen, wwx is a-yuan's biological baba, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Slow-ish burn, Light Dom/sub)

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13. Are there any fanfics where wei ying get mad or doesn't like the way he's being treated and leaves the cultivation world.

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14. I feel like I have a rare flavor of an ask for the next itmf … is there anything that’s like… wwx disappearing and then 13 years later his long lost love LWJ takes his son (with Junior quartet) to their favorite rock band show? And it’s wwx, wn, & wq??? And the band starts up and LWJ is just…suffering in the audience while Junior quartet is just having a blast? Thank you for all you do and I totally understand if …I just have to write this myself lol. @rogue-90-em

B-Side by Suspicious_Popsicle (M, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, metalhead x classical music teacher AU)

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15. Hii! Thank you for your hard work<3

This requires is for IITMF : so are there any fics where WWX actually overpowers everyone? Like I've seen fics like THE BEAST OF GUSU series and some other ones where WWX is op and/or is some divine creature and is powerful than everyone else but still not more than LWJ. Like in the Beast of Gusu, he's a divine wolf and has so much strength but still is not match to LWJ. He loses every time they spar. Like yes, it'd be fair if LWJ wins because of his technique here as WWX doesn't have that chance to practice with others that much, but he loses because of LWJ has more strength. I agree about the LAN ARM STRENGTH but still, WWX is a divine being.

Okay I'm ranting now ( sorry for that )

So if there are any fics where WWX overpowers everyone else please do recommend some :) @purhplet09

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16. For next itmf A) I would like those fic where Wei ying reborn instead of mo xuanyu summoning him like " Golden phoenix by Alineko ". I really like that fic since WY got family and older Wangji, younger wy is my favorite.

B) where lwj and Wy's places are switched like lwj is yilling patriarch and Wei ying is earning for him , calling him back from BM @selflovingmedj

16A)

finding you always, all ways by BlueFrogs (T, 31k, WangXian, ChengQing, Reincarnation, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Romance, Memory Loss, technically there is character death, but he comes back lol, Age Difference, due to reincarnation)

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17. For in the mood for, does anyone have suggestions for fics where JYL decides not to marry Jzx?

between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, wangxian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, canon divergence, angst w/ happy ending, dark WWX, feral WWX, family, memory loss, protective LWJ, protective JC, protective JYL, magical realism, grief, bamf WWX)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 72k, wangxian, YZY/CSSR/Madam Lan, JYL/NMJ, time travel, family, not everyone dies au, childhood friends to lovers, families of choice, parenthood, fluff, angst, underage sex, PTSD)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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sequinsmile-x · 10 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Thirty Seven

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so much for your love for this fic <3 It means the absolute world.

It is wild to me that we are at chapter 37 of this fic. I have so much more of their story to tell, so as long as you guys are still enjoying it, I'll keep writing it <3

As always, please do let me know what you think, comments feed the little monster that lives in my brain and cooks up ideas for these two.

-x-

Words: 4.1k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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Aaron stares at the man opposite him, and he can see it. The familiarities between him and Emily. Not just the shared nose and eyes, but the dimple carved into his cheek as he smiles nervously. The cut of his jaw.

“I didn’t realise Emily was married,” he says, blowing out a slow breath, “I thought she was only engaged,” he holds out his hand to Aaron as if wanting him to shake it, “John Prentiss.”

“We eloped,” Aaron says sharply, reaching out and making a point of squeezing tightly, feeling the older man's knuckles crack together in his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

John looks at him expectantly, “Can I see her?”

He wants nothing more than to slam the door in his face. To tell him to leave and never come back and to never tell Emily about this. But he knows it’s not his choice to make, that she has to know.

“She’s…” he stops himself from saying she’s pregnant, not wanting to reveal more than he thinks his wife would want her father to know, “She’s upstairs. I’ll go talk to her,” he holds the front door even tighter, limiting John’s view of their home, “You stay here.”

He closes the door before John can say anything, and Aaron gives himself a moment, letting himself stand there in the silence of his home now the door was closed. He blows out a steady breath and heads upstairs, hating that he had to be the one to tell her this, to reopen wounds she’d lived with longer than she hadn’t.

Their eyes meet as he lingers in the doorway, and she scoffs as she looks him up and down, “It wasn’t JJ with the guilt fries then?”

He shakes his head and clears his throat, “No, no it wasn’t JJ.”

She smiles at him curiously, her eyebrows creasing in confusion, “Then who was it?”

There was no easy way to say it, no simple way to tell her that the man who’d abandoned her when she was a teenager had randomly decided to walk back into her life. She valued the truth, so that’s what he’d give her.

“It’s your Dad, sweetheart.”

She chokes out a laugh, and for a moment she thinks he was joking, but she knows he’d never joke about something like this. That he’d never use cheap tricks in the name of humour when he knew just how much her parent's choices had affected her. How they were still affecting her and the decisions she was already making for her baby, her choice to change teams, to leave the BAU once the baby was born, directly rooted in her past.

“Wh…what?” She says, her eyes wide, “My father is here?”

He nods and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to her. He reaches for her hand and squeezes it tightly.

“Yes,” he says, “He wants to see you.”

She looks up from her lap so quickly that it pulls at something in her neck, the hand not linked with his flying up to soothe it, “I don��t want to see him.”

He doesn’t ask if she’s sure, doesn’t need her to repeat it. He knew how she felt about it all, that there was no fairytale ending between her and her dad. Too much time had passed. Too much hurt.

“I’ll ask him to leave,” he says, leaning forward and kissing her forehead, “I’ll be right back.”

If John expected a different reaction, he doesn’t show it when Aaron tells him he has to leave. He simply nods and hands over his card in case Emily changes her mind, something Aaron knows won’t happen, and as he closes the door and locks it he thinks it was a little too easy to turn John away.

Aaron knew what the Prentiss’s were like. He know they were stubborn, that it was a tendency that ran deep, and he had a feeling this wasn’t the last they’d see of her father.

He gets back upstairs as quickly as he can, intent on providing whatever comfort Emily needed from him. She’s exactly as he left her, frozen in place, her eyes wide and full of confusion. Aaron joins her, slipping into bed next to her. He leaves some space in between them, ready to take her lead on how she wants to handle all of this, but she shifts towards him, immediately tucking herself into his side.

“I look like him,” she says, as if thinking outloud rather than trying to start a conversation. He doesn’t say that he had the same thought during his brief interaction with the man, that he’d seen all of the facial features that she didn’t share with Elizabeth, the final pieces of the puzzle that made up his wife falling into place, “People always say I look like my mother, but…” she laughs bitterly, “I’d always think ‘you should see my dad’. Mother would tell me I looked like him all the time, especially when she’d been drinking.”

He presses a kiss to the top of her head and holds her tighter, wishing more than anything that he could take this pain from her, that he could unpick it to where it had been stitched to her heart when she was young. But he knows he can’t. He knows that those things she’d endured, what she’d lived through, had formed who she was. They’d made her strong, formidable. They’d made her loving and kind.

They’d ultimately brought her to him.

“What does he want after all this time?” She asks as she shifts to look up at him, “Did he say anything?”

Aaron shakes his head, swallowing down the thought that her father didn’t deserve anything, not even her curiosity.

“No, although he did seem surprised when I introduced myself as your husband,” he says, frowning, and it makes her smile, well aware of how he would have said it, how he would have tried to sound as intimidating as possible even whilst wearing his pjyamas, “He said something about thinking we weren’t married yet, although I didn’t sake how he knew about the wedding in the first place.”

She closes her eyes, moments from the last several weeks flooding to her all at once. Her friend's curiosity when she asked about the wedding. The few comments she’d made since Emily and Aaron eloped, and she sighs.

“It’s Pen,” she says, shaking her head, “I mentioned that I hadn’t seen him in years, and after we eloped she said something that…” she laughs humourlessly, “Fuck. She must have contacted him.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, knowing that she’d see this as nothing short of a betrayal. That she’d given her friend a peek at a part of herself that only he really knew about in any detail, and she’d run away with the information. He also knows Penelope well enough to understand that this would have been done with the best of intentions, even if it wasn’t well thought out.

She nods, “She said she thought I’d reconcile with him at the wedding,” she says, anger and frustration rolling through her, making her nerves spark, “She had no right.”

“Em-”

“I know she won’t have meant anything bad by it,” she says, looking up at him as she cuts over him, “But this is my life, she can’t just…use it like a playground.”

He cups her cheek and pulls her closer so he can kiss her temple, and then her cheek, “What I was going to say, is you’re tired. You need some sleep,” he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Everything else can wait until morning.”

She blows out a breath and nods, before she turns her head and kisses his palm, “You’re right,” she says stamping a kiss against his lips before she pulls away enough to lay down. She positions herself around her pillow and smiles when Aaron curls himself around her back, a reassuring presence that she knew she’d never have to ask for. He’d always be there, freely giving it to her. “Can you tell me what to do?”

Aaron sighs, well aware that it had to be her choice what to do now, that he couldn’t make the decision for her, but he could help her get there. He could help her figure out the best path going forward.

“I’ll help you decide,” he says, kissing the top of her head, “Now get some sleep,” he places his hand on her stomach, smiling at the feeling of the baby rolling around, “If Nugget gives you the chance.”

She chuckles and turns her head to capture his lips in a kiss before she settles back down, pushing away all thoughts of her father and the unpleasant conversation she had to have with Penelope. Instead, she lets herself enjoy being pressed between her family. Her husband behind her and her baby shifting around inside of her.

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She’s grateful that it’s the weekend, that she has two days stretched out ahead of her to figure out what she wants to say to Penelope. The thought of it lay heavy in her stomach, a knot forming there at the idea of falling out with her friend, but Penelope’s actions felt like a violation of trust. A confirmation that Emily was right in playing her cards close to her chest, in only truly trusting Aaron with every part of her.

She smiles as the doorbell rings. Aaron had gone to pick up Jack from Haleys. Jack was prone to rushing up the stairs onto the porch ahead of his father, so keen to see her that he rang the doorbell repeatedly until she opened it and pulled him into a hug. It’s the thought of that, the desperate need she feels to hug the little boy she loved more than she ever thought possible, that makes her pull the door open without looking through the peephole.

“Hi Jac-” she cuts herself off as she’s greeted with the sight of her father standing in front of her. The last time she’d seen him she was 14 years old. Her parents had sat her down and explained that they were no longer going to be together. She’d seen that part coming, they argued enough and things had been tense for years, but she hadn’t seen the part where he disappeared from her life and never came back coming. He’d not only left her mother, but her too, and she didn’t have to be good at her job to know it shaped a lot of her decision-making afterwards, “Dad.”

“Emily,” he says, looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her belly, “You’re pregnant?”

She places her hand on her bump and shifts so it’s partially hidden by the door, as if protecting her unborn child from the man who’d abandoned her, “Yes,” she stares at him, the air between them thick with tension, “I thought Aaron told you I didn’t want to see you.”

He offers her a half smile, “Your mother did always say I was stubborn and that I passed it on to you,” he clears his throat when his joke doesn’t land, his face becoming serious, “I waited until your husband left, I saw him drive away. I’ve been building up the nerve since. You look so much like your mother.”

She clenches her jaw so tightly she’s surprised her teeth don’t crack, “Funny, she’s always said I look like you.”

Part of Emily had always wondered if thats why her father had never come back, and why her mother could never be what she needed. She reminded them both of each other, of all the traits of the person they had once married and could no longer stand to be around.

She was a souvenir of their past, left to gather dust on the mantlepiece until she found the love she’d desired all along. Every fleck of it removed bit by bit by the team and Aaron. The family she’d found in the most unlikely of places.

“I spoke to her.”

She freezes, her jaw dropping open as she looks at him. That was among the last things she expected him to say, “You…you spoke to her?”

“She said she hasn’t spoken to you in a while.”

It makes her chest burn, barely disguised rage climbing up her throat as she replies, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing quite how much their family had fallen apart when he left.

“You don’t get to talk to me about Mom. You don’t get to come here after all this time…” She says, gripping the door even tighter, her nails scratching at the newly painted lacquer Aaron had done only last week, “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “You’re over 25 years too late for that.”

“Emily-”

The way he says her name, as if she was a small child being chastised by him in his office, triggers memories from what felt like another lifetime. When he was her best friend, her partner in crime against her mother, and she can’t bear it.

“You don’t get to come here decades after you walked out and act like you deserve a second of my time.”

“I’m only here because your friend contacted me.”

She laughs bitterly at that and shakes her head, “I didn’t ask her to do that,” she spits out, “And if it was that easy for her to find you, you could have found me if you’d really wanted to. Don’t think I’m under any illusion otherwise.”

“These things go both ways, Pumpkin-”

“I was the child in this situation. You left. Why should I have had to be the one doing the chasing,” she says, running her hand over her bump, “And please don’t call me that,” she adds, grief licking at her insides at the use of a nickname she hadn’t heard in over half her life, “You lost the right a long time ago,” she looks past him at the sound of a car pulling up onto the driveway, and feels relief when she sees that it’s her and Aaron’s car, “You need to leave.”

“Pumpk...Emily-”

“My stepson is here and I don’t want to explain to him who you are,” she says, the need to protect Jack easier than the ability to confront her own feelings. She looks past him again and sees how Aaron is out of the car, and he has his hand on Jack’s shoulder, holding the little boy back, “Aaron isn’t the one who stopped you from seeing me last night, it was me. So if you ever loved me at all, you need to go,” she says, seeing a flash of pain, of regret, in his eyes, “And if I change my mind, which I don’t think I will, I’ll call you.”

He sighs, stepping towards her, but she steps back further into the house, “I’m sorry.”

She shrugs, “If you were sorry, this never would have happened in the first place,” she says, and she pulls the door open all of the way finally, watching as his eyes drop back down to her stomach, to his unborn, grandchild, “Now, leave.”

He nods, and he turns away, not looking at Aaron as he does so, as if he’s aware he’d turn to stone if their eyes met, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he goes.

She barely has a second to herself before Jack is next to her, the boy having slipped from Aaron’s grasp, with his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“Hi Emily,” he says looking up at her before he turns his attention to her bump, pressing a kiss to it, “Hi Nugget,” he looks towards where her father had disappeared to, “Who was that?”

Aaron walks up the stairs to the porch, a mix of concern and anger written all over his face. She shakes her head at him slightly, enough to let him know that they’d talk about it later when they were alone, and that right now she just needed to pretend it was a normal weekend.

“No one, sweetie,” she says, looking down at the little boy and ruffling his hair, “No one important,” she wraps her arms around his shoulders and guides him inside the house, “Now, I think Daddy said something to me earlier about pancakes.”

____

“Eventful weekend?”

Emily turns to look at JJ and they share a smile as they make their morning drinks in the bullpen’s kitchen.

“Something like that,” she says, hoping JJ doesn’t see the truth behind her smile, “We had Jack obviously, and we worked on the nursery a little bit,” she smiles genuinely at the thought of it, “Of course, what I mean by that is Aaron painted, Jack played with the baby’s toys and I folded the same tiny clothes I’ve already folded a hundred times.”

She was nesting, although she’d deny it if anyone else said it. There was something comforting and also overwhelming as she sorted through the clothing she’d already bought her baby. Tiny outfits adorned with cartoons of animals and stars, the material impossibly soft against her skin as she closed her eyes and tried to picture her son or daughter wearing them.

“Ah yes, I remember that stage,” JJ replies, lifting her coffee to her lips, “Once, Will came home to find me surrounded by a bunch of little baby hats crying because of how small they were.”

Emily chuckles and holds her tea in between her palms, the almost too-hot sensation a distraction from the nerves she’d been feeling all morning at the prospect of seeing Penelope.

“Aaron found me crying over tiny little socks yesterday,” she admits, “But I told him if he ever told anyone I’d kill him.”

Her friend smiles and winks at her, “Your secret is safe with me.”

The innocent use of the phrase makes Emily’s smile falter, something she hides behind her cup as she takes a sip of tea. She gives herself a quick moment, sucking in a breath that doesn’t quite fill her lungs because her baby is pressing against her diaphragm,

“Have you seen, Pen?” She asks casually, something she knows she’s achieved when JJ clearly doesn’t think anything of her question.

“She’s in her office,” she answers and Emily nods in thanks before making her way there, ready to have a conversation she no longer wanted to put off.

She lingers outside Penelope’s office for a second before she knocks and walks in, her chest tight with a mix of anxiety and annoyance, both of which had taken residence there the moment she figured out what her friend had done.

Penelope turns in her office chair, a wide smile on her face as ever as she sees Emily, “Peaches, what are you doing here so early?”

“Aaron had a meeting first thing,” she says, placing her cup down on Penelope’s desk, her fingers automatically reaching for her wedding ring to fiddle with it, her cuticles no doubt grateful for the new nervous tic, “I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest.”

“Oh,” Penelope says, her eyes wide with something close to amusement, “Sounds serious,” her smile slips from her face when Emily doesn’t smile back, and she clears her throat, “It is serious.”

“Did you…did you contact my dad?” Emily asks, hoping that she was somehow wrong, that this had all been a coincidence, but the way Penelope’s eyes widen almost comically, the way she clasps her own hands together in her lap, tells Emily all she needs to know, “Damn it, Pen.”

“It was meant to be a surprise. I-”

“He showed up this weekend,” she says, cutting over her. “I haven’t seen the man for over 25 years and he just…showed up,” she crossed her arms over her chest, “You gave him my address.”

Penelope swallows thickly enough Emily can see it from where she’s standing, “I was only trying to help-”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” Emily shouts over her, closing her eyes a moment later. She takes in a deep breath to try and calm herself down, well aware of her pregnancy hormones raging in her bloodstream. She opens her eyes again and looks at her friend, “I didn’t want your help. What gave you the right to go behind my back like that?”

Penelope stands up, her eyes desperate, “I am so sorry, I just thought…I got carried away and by the time you told me you didn’t want to see him, I’d already contacted him.”

“My life is not something for you to try and fix or play around in,” she says, shrugging as she laughs humourlessly, “And you wonder why I’m as private as I am, it’s because I can’t really trust anyone.”

That, of all the things she’d said since she’d walked in here, seems to be what hurts her friend the most. Penelope actually takes a step back as she says it, as if physically wounded.

“You don’t trust me?”

“Right now? No,” Emily says, crossing her arms tight over her chest, her heart dropping at the look on Penelope’s face, “But…I’ll get there again,” she says, knowing that she would, that she’d find it in herself to forgive her friend for this, “It might just take some time.”

Penelope nods, “I can live with that.”

Emily nods and smiles tightly at her, turning towards the door before she looks back at her friend, “I know you’re planning some kind of secret baby shower,” she says, a flicker of a smile passing over her face as Penelope seems shocked, “Aaron can’t keep anything from me for the life of him,” she explains, “I know you’re planning one, but I am asking you right now to not contact or invite my mother. I know Aaron has already told you not to, but I mean it.”

Penelope frowns, “But-”

“I will be able to eventually forgive you for this thing with my father, but if I show up to that shower and my mother is there, I will not be able to forgive you for that.”

She knows it’s harsh, especially since her friend does not know what’s happened with her mother, nor would Emily ever tell her, but she needs to get her point across. Her father showing up was a chip in the facade of her friendship with Penelope, but it was something she could get used to, something she could move past. The damage her mother had caused ran much deeper, physical scars that were currently stretching painfully over her own child a constant reminder of it, and Emily knew she wouldn’t be able to get past that as easily.

“Ok,” Penelope says, nodding at her, “No mother.”

Emily smiles tightly and leaves the room, leaning against the door for a moment as she closes it behind her.

“You ok?”

She turns to look at her husband, her eyes shining with tears that had been threatening to burst free all weekend.

“When did you get here?” She asks, pushing herself off the wall to step towards him.

“My meeting finished early,” he replies, “I thought I’d come to check on you and JJ said you went to see Garcia.”

She smiles at him and it shakes, everything she’d pushed down for days threatening to overspill, “Do you think you have time to take me for breakfast at the place down the street?”

He knows what she’s really asking. If he could carve some time out for her so she could talk to him about it. If he could take her somewhere that she could cry and let out everything she’d been holding back since her father had appeared out of nowhere.

“The place with the giant cinnamon rolls? Of course,” he says, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her away from Penelope’s office.

She smiles gratefully at him and wipes at her cheeks, pushing away stray tears that had fallen from her lash line as she sniffs, “Thanks. Can I get two cinnamon rolls?”

Aaron reaches for her hand and squeezes it, “Of course. One for you, and one for Nugget.”

She laughs, the sound wet and thick as it catches in her chest, caught between love for him and the sorrow of her past catching up with her over the last few days. It felt absurd, that he could make her smile when she felt so sad and angry, but she knows as long as she has him she’ll be ok.

“I knew I married you for a reason.”

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