#god i love him i would die 4 my son

[unknownplane]

The Court Jester Part 4

Yandere Batfam x GN Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3

Waking up (Y/N)'s head felt fuzzy. Somehow, they felt constricted even though they could move. Looking around, they found themselves in a large room. The bed felt as if it was encasing them. They felt themselves looking for their weapon. Not being able to find it, they get up and start looking around the room.

The room was blank, as if it was a canvas waiting to be painted. It irritated them. 'Where the fuck am I? The last thing I can remember was... oh fuck. Dads gonna be soo pissed! I never got him his drink!'. (Y/N) frantically began looking for a way out realizing they were asked to get something for there dad. They went to the door and found it locked.

Just as they were going to open the other door in the room, the locked door burst open. Bruce Wayne flung himself into the room. "My baby! You're awake! God, what did that monster do to you?" Bruce questioned as he got closer to (Y/N). As soon as he got close enough (Y/N) tripped him and forced him into the ground. "Where am I?! The fuck have you done with my dad?!" (Y/N) yelled. "No need to be hostile kid. We just saved your ass." Jason stated walking into the room. Amused that Bruce had been caught off guard by your violence. Bruce suddenly got out of the hold as (Y/N)s attention shifted to Jason and held their hands behind their back. "You bitch! The fuck are you doing! Let me go!" (Y/N) screamed with struggling in his hold. "No (Y/N), we just got you back, and we are going to help you get better." Bruce stated in a firm tone. "I don't need fixing you limp dick son of a bitch! My dad molded me in his image and I'm perfect because of that!" (Y/N) howled. "I think my dear sibling needs some alone time." Jason said. Bruce nodded his head and let go of (Y/N) and left the room. "Just so you know (Y/N) because, even though you are fucked, and I still love you the Joker is dead." Jason professed before he left the room and locked the door.

"No, he's lying. He can't die. He always comes back." (Y/N) whispered and unknowingly started crying. They began to throw themselves around the room, trying to find a way out, and ultimately broke an arm. It took an hour before it eventually healed. Their mental state making it more difficult to heal.

About an hour later, Damian entered the room with a change of clothes. He fought with his sibling for this opportunity to talk with (Y/N) and was going to take advantage of the situation. "Hello, sibling. I have brought you a change of clothes as the ones you are currently wearing are covering in blood and dirt. I hope we can get on better terms during your stay here." Damian spoke calmly, as if he was talking to a terrified animal. "Ah, if it isn't the other basterd child of Bruce Wayne. Tell me how does it feels to know that if your nepotism wasn't taken into account, you would be just another pawn in Al Ghuls game. Stupid and replacable." (Y/N) spoke in a knowing tone. No anger in sight, only a smirk on their face.

They have watched the bat family for years. They knew all the ways to get under their skin and prod where it hurt most.

Damian's face fell into a look of shock. (Y/N)'s words hurt in a way he had not felt since he first came to the manor. He felt the fear of being useless and replaceable. He dropped the clothes and left the room with a mortified face as (Y/N) started to laugh manically.

After Damian left the room, the Joker seemed to appear before them. As if a god. "My dear child, I am dead now, but soon I will find someone to take over. And when that is over, I will find you, and we will make the bat regret taking you away from me. My darling child." The Joker claimed. (Y/N) find with joy began shaking their head rapidly in agreement. "Of course, dad! They'll never know what hit em!" (Y/N) said and started laughing.

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In the batcave

"Their mental capacity seems to be dwindling. They've begun hallucinating. The best course of action would be to start over. I would recommend you get in contact with Martain Manhunter." Tim told Bruce after watching you on the screen. Tim had been watching you since the moment you were brought home. There was something comforting about knowing exactly where you were at all times, no matter what. "Let's wait another day. We don't know what repercussions there might be for doing this to them. If it would even work. You saw what happened with their arm. Their healing ability could stop it from even working!" Stephanie argued, not wanting to lose anymore of you. A broken you was still a masterpiece in her eyes. It showed everyone your hardships and would be used as a reminder to them about how they affected you and your life. No matter how rough you were, you and she didn't want to lose you again. "We'll wait one more day. If they continue to break down like this, we will have no other choice." Bruce stated. "But for now, we will just have to wait and see"

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Hey guys, sorry for the wait. College has been kicking my ass and Comp has been making me not want to write anything. Hope you enjoy it! Remember, I am always looking for ways to improve.

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[percyluvr]

hey babes, could you maybe do like a percy x reader where he gets home from AHS one day and just walk in on his mom and gf just having the ultimate gossip session and being besties, idk i just thought that would be funny

percy jackson x fem!reader summary: percy comes home from a long day at school to find his girlfriend and mother immersed in a juicy gossip session wc: 668

Since the day you'd met Sally Jackson, she'd been your favorite person in the whole world, even surpassing your own boyfriend, who just so happened to be her son. Apparently, being a great person just ran in the Jackson family.

Luckily for you, Sally had also taken an immense liking to you, considering you her own daughter. The two of you bonded over various common interests, as well as your worry about Percy.

At first, Percy had been the main thing the two of you bonded over, but the two of you eventually realized that you had a lot in common, one of these things being your love for gossiping. The two of you gossiped every day without fail, even on the days that the two of you didn't see each other in person. The two of you talked long into the night on the phone, Percy overhearing it whether he was at home or with you, and he always pretended to be jealous that the two of you were 'ignoring' him in favor of talking to each other, to which you and Sally would just laugh and continue talking about people that neither of you really even knew that well.

Today, Percy was tired beyond belief, having a test or quiz in almost all of his classes. He was walking home, the only thoughts on his mind being you and a long nap. Yes, he was a demigod, and yes he fought many hour long battles, one of which being a full day of school, and he was now a sleepy boy who just wanted to cuddle with his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the gods were not looking favorably at him today, because when he finally made it home, he found his girlfriend and mother sat on the couch, seemingly very immersed in a conversation.

While it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to be at his house before him, what was unusual was the fact that when he walked in the door, near you nor his mother even batted an eye in acknowledgement of his presence.

Typically the two of you would at least give him a small 'hi', but not today.

"Hey, I'm home," he said, thinking that the two of you must not have noticed the door opening.

You and Sally didn't even acknowledge him, opting to continue your gossip session instead.

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Paul Blofis, Percy's step-dad, let out a small sigh, causing Percy to look over at him and finally notice he was there.

Paul gave him a pained smile. "They've been talking like this since I got home," he stated.

Percy gave an empathetic nod, pulling up a chair next to Paul.

"Let's see how long they talk before realizing we're even here," Percy half-jokes.

"Sounds fun," Paul agreed.

It was, in fact, not fun, because the two boys sat there for around 4 hours before you and Sally even looked in their direction.

It was around 9 pm when you and Sally finally stopped talking and acknowledged the two sitting there nearly dozing off.

You got up and grabbed Percy's hand, leading him to his room and plopping down on the bed. His arms went around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

"What were you and my mom even talking about that was so interesting that you completely ignored me when I said hi?" He asked.

"Percy, Sally and I have gossip sessions daily, and they cannot be interrupted. It's very vital that we get to talk about other people for at least 2 hours a day, otherwise we might die," you joke.

"Really? You two do that every day? How do you not run out of things to talk about?"

"Oh you sweet summer child, you underestimate our ability to find gossip-worthy topics."

Percy realizes that he will not ever understand the two most important women in his life and just hums in acknowledgement of your words before falling soundly asleep.

[cheesesoda]

resident evil men as parents!

a/n: i had this idea randomly so i wanted to write some headcanons 💪 lmk if you wanna see the girls as parents! (i might edit these headcanons and add more later too)

cw: slight mention of smoking and alcohol

genre: fluff, headcanons/blurb

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leon kennedy

leon is a girl dad!

cried when she was born

from when she was born until age 1 he would just go into her room at night and watch her sleep

he spoils her fr

youll come home late from work (well past her bedtime)

there they are making ice cream sundaes in the kitchen

he participates in tea parties and he enjoys it

he tells even MORE dad jokes now

very protective

tries to drink less after his daughter is born

chris redfield

chris is a girl and boy dad!

i think he has 1 boy (older) and 1 girl (younger)

like him and claire

was in awe when his kids were born

“oh my god she/he’s so small”

auntie claire babysits all the time

teaches his son to play football

honestly i think he’d be protective of his daughter but not as much as the others because he would teach her self defense from a young age

ethan winters

ethan is a girl dad! (which we already knew)

we already know what hes like as a dad but i’ll still write a bit for him

100% cried so hard when his daughter was born

best husband and father

definitely bought every brand of diapers because he didnt know what to get

hes very affectionate and caring to his daughter

i don’t see him as the type of dad to kill any guy who speaks to her once shes older

if someone breaks her heart tho mans just might kill

albert wesker

wesker is a boy dad!

very calm when he was born

not very affectionate

he does care he just doesn’t show it very well

luis sera

luis is a girl and boy dad!

i think he’d have 2 or 3 kids

if he had 2 kids, he’d have 1 girl (older) and 1 boy (younger)

if he had 3 kids, he’d have 2 girls (oldest & youngest) and 1 boy (middle)

definitely sets a very high bar for how his daughter/s should be treated

teaches his son to be a gentleman definitely

loves all his kids so much

smokes less after his kids are born and would rather die than expose them to cigarette smoke especially when they’re babies

carlos oliveira

carlos is a girl and boy dad!

you cannot tell me this man does not want a village of children

he would probably have 4 kids

i think he’d have 3 boys and 1 girl

has the biggest soft spot for his kids

he’s very non-toxic masculine with his sons

he always tells them he loves them, hugs them, etc.

he also has tea parties with his daughter

[pippin-katz]

6 More Little Faces Alex Makes That I Love - Part 2

(not ranked in any order)

No. 1:

I love the smile he does right before this, but I also love this. He gets a little emotional. You can see in the way his mouth moves and his nostrils flaring that it looks like he’s a little choked up.

You know when you’re not crying, but you can feel that throbbing sensation in your throat, and you know you might start crying if you’re not careful. You start swallowing a lot to try and keep it back.

That’s what I’m seeing here, and that’s super sweet because he loves Henry so much that he might cry.

No. 2:

Do you think he knows? Do you think he’s doing it on purpose?

That right there is the “lifts eyes” look. That right there is exactly what authors are picturing they write something like this:

Alex looked down at where the key sat against his chest. The cool metal was a stark contrast to Henry’s hand. Goosebumps spread across his skin, centered on where they were touching. Alex raised his eyes to meet Henry’s.

Like sir, can you not be a walking fictional character? You might as well have walked out of the book.

No. 3:

There is no other word for this but swooning. Again, might as well have walked off of a page with how perfect his physicality and expressions are.

No. 4:

This look right after Henry says they’re committed to each other is perfect. He stays neutral enough not to be rude, but you can see it in his eyes and his eyebrows how determined he is.

He’s looking at Philip here as well, who has been giving Alex rude looks since they sat down; his face particularly after he says “god no” to the question of reading the emails is borderline disgusted, and if you watch his eyes, he looks at Alex more than Henry.

Kudos to Philip’s actor for being able to subtly imply his layers of prejudice with as little screen time as he has.

Alex’s responding stare is like he’s challenging him. His eyes say, “if you have a problem with that, you’ll have to fight me over it, because I’d die before I’d let you take him from me.”

It’s obvious from the moment the king starts talking that Alex wants to speak up, but he knows this is Henry’s fight first. He holds himself back for as long as he can and lets Henry do the talking.

At this point, the king has already dismissed Henry’s request for support and right to be happy, so Alex is definitely pissed off, and then Philip is a dick; his patience is running out.

It’s amazing how a tiny change in facial features can speak volumes without saying a word.

No. 5:

This breaks my fucking heart every time I watch it.

His eyes are noticeably red from crying, which I have no idea how he did because he's not actually crying in this scene, so it wasn't from filming it over and over again. Maybe they filmed the Kensington Palace scene prior to this one, on the same day or something, cause he was crying in that one.

Anyway, this expression just kills me, because he's reached the crossroads. He can either keep waiting, not knowing if Henry will ever answer him, or he can go to London to get his answer.

And the idea that Henry may not see him and how that would be it, the true end to their relationship, fucking devastates him.

You can see it in his eyes and the deep breath he takes that he's imagining it. He's playing it out in his head, him going to London and being turned away, and having to go about living his life without Henry in it.

Just the idea of it is enough to break his heart, and it breaks my heart to look at.

No. 6:

I love and hate the way Alex's face slowly falls when Henry says he should leave. Think about this for a second.

They live on separate continents with an ocean in between them. Alex is the First Son, and Henry is a fucking prince. They were texting for months before they got to see each other for New Year's Eve, which was the only reason why Henry was able to go to the States. He's only in the States now for the dinner party being hosted for the Prime Minister. He's flying back to London tomorrow.

They have no idea when they'll see each other again.

Henry has the idea of inviting Alex to the polo match, so he might be a bit optimistic, which is probably why he was still smiling when he pulls away. He's thinking about it, and has been for at least a little bit, probably since after the Red Room encounter earlier that night.

But Alex?

He has no idea how long it will be until the next time they're able to see each other in person again. Henry texted Alex for the first time on August 27th, and they weren't able to see each other in person until New Year's Eve. That is four months.

Since they were just friends during that time, it probably was no big deal, but now? Now they're going to be constantly thinking about each other. Thinking about getting to hold each other again, getting to kiss each other again, getting to do more explicit things again- all of it.

And Alex doesn't know when he'll get to do any of it again once Henry leaves. He even goes to say, "I guess I'll see you-" when he and Henry start talking at the same time.

Henry inviting him to the polo match is a promise of getting to see him next month, so probably a week or two, depending how far into the current month they are. It's probably part of why he smiles so much when Henry leaves. He has something to look forward to.

But in this little moment, Alex probably feels so sad because he knows Henry has to leave, but he really, really doesn't want him to, because he's not just leaving for the night so they don't get caught in Alex's room together. Once he walks out that door, he doesn't get to see him for who knows how long.

Agh, okay, that's all for part 2! I'm not too sure if I can make a part 3, but we'll see!

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part 1 | part 3

[calsvoid]

ten (sorta) thoughts on squid game season 2 (SPOILERS):

1. holy fuck this season was so beautiful and the creative genius behind it was so wonderful

2. the rock paper scissors minus one scene has got to be the most intense game scene out of every single one (not game, but game SCENE, as in watching these two friends who i didn’t even care about half a second before be forced to bet their lives against each other only for one of them to be placed with a guaranteed win and not take it was probably the craziest thing to ever happen and fuck having that be the first episode truly through me for a spin)

3. speaking of, the guy that lived (who is known as guy with the wife because me and my brother kept saying that he has a wife as a reason why we want him to live) is one of my favs for no reason, i hope he gets out alright DONT YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO HIM CAP’N I TRUSTED YOU

4. i knew as soon as they started having two girls bond i was done for and i spent every moment of theirs begging for both of them to live because i think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending

5. soooooo many characters and character dynamics were just absolute chef’s kiss and it helps so much with that buildup of hope and tension; last season obviously had some wonderful people and relationships (i’m still not and never will be over the marble game) but something about this new cast was just absolutely wonderful. there were almost no characters i didn’t like or wasn’t invested in, and i am very excited to see how they turn out next season. hyun-ju’s group, gi-hun’s group, hell even thanos’s group i enjoyed all of them. min-su’s betrayal fucked me up so bad though and him failing to save her and having to see her die FUCK. also young-mi’s death was so painful, especially since she was the first main group member death. the mom and son were hilarious im going to fight god if they don’t end up together in either life or death

6. all about women’s rights and women’s wrongs this season, number 11 i love you and i hope you find your child i will kill your almost rapists for you. i don’t care that i hate the military hyun-ju is hot with a gun and she can fuck me with one of she wants. i pray for that fetus please let them get out alive. the mom was fantastic and such a nostalgic character, very accurate portrayal of an auntie and i love her for that. shaman queen is batshit crazy and good for her

7. the set design yall fucking BEAUTIFUL. i can’t describe it, but it just adds so much to that deceitful hope with all the rainbows and clean lines. and also the use of the stairs during the gun fights, ugh so amazing what a great way to repurpose that set

8. ALSO THE ADDED KNOWLEDGE OF THE SOLDIERS SIDE, god i love the extra lore behind their recruitment, their system, all that. loved the twist and as i’ve said i love number 11 shes my queen

9. god seong gi-hun had me ROOTING for him. his sheer determination was felt by me too and i really hoped that he would finally get to get justice, that finale just hurt all that much more

10. i wanted so badly for inho to end up having a semi-redemption arc even though it was unlikely, i unfortunately fell for his manipulation and wanted to believe in him god it hurt watching him use the sounds of someone else’s death to trick gi-hun

[artandthebible]

Naomi and Ruth

Artist: Evelyn De Morgan (English, 1855–1919)

Date: 1887

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Naomi and Ruth

The story of Naomi appears in the Bible in the book of Ruth. Naomi lived during the time of the judges. She was the wife of a man named Elimelech, and they lived in Bethlehem with their two sons, Mahlon and Kilion. Naomi’s life illustrates the power of God to bring something good out of bitter circumstances.

When a famine hits Judea, Elimelech and Naomi and their two boys relocate to Moab (Ruth 1:1). There, Mahlon and Kilion marry two Moabite women, Orpah and Ruth. After about ten years, tragedy strikes. Elimelech dies, and both of Naomi’s sons also die, leaving Naomi, Ruth, and Orpah widows (Ruth 1:3–5). Naomi, hearing that the famine in Judea was over, decides to return home (Ruth 1:6). Orpah stays in Moab, but Ruth chooses to move to the land of Israel with Naomi. The book of Ruth is the story of Naomi and Ruth returning to Bethlehem and how Ruth married a man named Boaz and bore a son, Obed, who became the grandfather of David and the ancestor of Jesus Christ.

The name Naomi means “sweet, pleasant,” which gives us an idea of Naomi’s basic character. We see her giving her blessing to Ruth and Orpah when she tells them to return to their mothers’ homes so that they might find new husbands: she kisses them and asks that the Lord deal kindly with them (Ruth 1:8–14). But her heartache in Moab was more than Naomi could bear. When she and Ruth arrive in Bethlehem, the women of the town greet Naomi by name, but she cries, “Don’t call me Naomi... Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter. I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me” (Ruth 1:20–21). The name Mara means “bitter.” The cup of affliction is a bitter cup, but Naomi understood that the affliction came from the God who is sovereign in all things. Little did she know that from this bitter sorrow great blessings would come to her, her descendants, and the world through Jesus Christ.

Ruth meets a local landowner, Boaz, who is very kind to her. Naomi again recognizes the providence of God in providing a kinsman-redeemer for Ruth. Naomi declares that the Lord “has not stopped showing his kindness to the living and the dead" (Ruth 2:20) Seeing God’s hand in these events, Naomi encourages Ruth to go to Boaz as he slept in the threshing floor in order to request that he redeem her and her property. Naomi’s concern was for Ruth’s future, that Ruth would gain a husband and provider.

Naomi’s bitterness is turned to joy. In the end, she gains a son-in-law who would provide for both her and Ruth. She also becomes a grandmother to Ruth’s son, Obed. Then the women of Bethlehem say to Naomi, “Praise be to the Lord, who this day has not left you without a guardian-redeemer. May he become famous throughout Israel! He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age. For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given him birth” (Ruth 4:14–15). Naomi was no longer Mara. Her life again became sweet and pleasant, blessed by God.

[apomaro-mellow]

Hawkins Confidential 4

Part 3

“That was risky”, Steve said. He and Eddie were walking in a toy store, looking for something to give Dustin after the procedure as a gift.

“Sure, but it paid off, didn’t it?”

“That remains to be seen. My mother and Tommy aren’t your biggest fans. They’re going along with it now, but there’s no guarantee they’ll keep up their end of the bargain once the operation is done. What about this?” Steve held up a stuffed dragon.

“Cool, but not as cool as this”, Eddie held up a box the size of his torso. “He can make his own Lego dragon!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Dustin will love it.” And the image of his pup getting to build it with his real father, the father he should have had, made him warm.

While they shopped, there were eyes on them. There were almost always eyes on them. But these ones were more friendly. Nancy Wheeler held a shopping bag with toys for a charity drive. Her husband Jonathan was beside her.

“Is that…Steve?”

“Yeah, not exactly unusual”, Jonathan said.

“Look who he’s with.”

“Oh my god…Is that Eddie Munson?”

“I think it is”, Nancy breathed out.

“Should we…should we say hello?”

Nancy watched them for a moment longer before shaking her head. “No. Let’s leave them be for now. We’ve gotta deliver these toys.” -------------------------

Carol stepped through the doors of the firm, her heels clacking as she walked right by the front desk, ignoring Tommy’s secretary who had learned by now not to try and stop her. She entered Tommy’s office without even a knock.

“Do you have news for me?”

Tommy looked up from the papers on his desk. “The parasite will be in town for a while.”

Carol frowned. “For how long?”

“He’s…negotiated”, Tommy scowled.

Carol sat on the other side of the desk. “You think he’s going to get in our way?”

“He shouldn’t be able to. Just because he’s the real father doesn’t mean anything. My name is the one in the will. Munson can’t inherit anything.”

“Well then stop glowering. So you have to deal with a mutt for a while. He’ll get bored, be a deadbeat and go away again and that’ll be that.” Carol clapped her hands as if wiping them of the matter.

“You think he’s just going to go away?”

“Once he sees he can’t get a single Harrington dime, he will. You think he’s going to hang around just for a pup? Ha!”, she scoffed. “And Bianca can’t stand him. I doubt he’ll last a week. He’ll get in her face, she’ll call the cops, and he’ll be the law’s problem.”

Tommy sighed and Carol stood up from her chair. She came around the other side of the desk and smiled down at him.

“Just focus on what lies ahead. You, me, no pups, no Steve, and all of that money”, she said as she slid into his lap.

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Steve came into the hospital room to find both Dustin and Eddie talking over each other. It sounded like an argument. And while his son was getting plenty of color from raising his voice, Steve didn’t want him to overextend himself.

“Whatever you two are fighting about, I’m sure it’s important. But it can wait until after pudding.”

Eddie grinned at Steve before turning back to Dustin. “He doesn’t share the same passion about planetary status as we do.”

“Planetary status?”, Steve asked, handing one cup to Dustin and the other to Eddie. One last thing to eat before they had to fast.

“I have it on good authority that Pluto may be losing its status as one of our nine planets”, Eddie said as he opened the pudding cup.

“And that’s crazy!”, Dustin shouted.

Steve shook his head. “Arguing about something a million miles away…”

“Actually it’s about three billion miles”, Eddie said.

“Dad, why didn’t you tell me my new dad was so smart?”, Dustin asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t let him fool you. This is the same guy that thought he could dive off the quarry.”

“Hey, I could have done it”, Eddie argued. “Whether or not I would have survived is up for debate.”

Dustin’s eyes got wide. “You were gonna jump off the quarry?”

Eddie smirked. “Not to toot my own horn but-”

“Dad’s right! You would have died!”

Eddie’s smirk dropped as Steve laughed out loud. Dustin was smiling between them while Eddie swallowed his sour expression by slurping his pudding from the lip.

“Where are your manners?”, Steve said.

“Where are the spoons?”, Eddie replied.

Steve blinked and began to rise to his feet. “Darn it, I forgot the-”

“I’ll get ‘em”, Eddie said, getting up more quickly. He put his pudding down and left the room.

Steve sat back down, sighing and shaking his head. Dustin was still smiling wide. Steve met his gaze and could already tell something was about to come out of his mouth that he didn’t want to address just yet.

“Are you and other dad gonna get back together?”

Steve sighed again. “No, we’re not. I’m still married to Tommy.”

“But you could get a divorce. Mike’s parents did, and like half the other kids in my class too.”

“What did I say about telling other people’s business?”, Steve crossed his arms.

“You already knew about Mike. And I didn’t tell you the other kids’ names”, Dustin also crossed his arms and pouted.

That was the scene Eddie returned to and he grinned. “No DNA test needed here.” He sat down and handed Dustin one of the spoons.

“Please, you two are like twins”, Steve said, helping Dustin open up his pudding cup.

Despite Steve trying to shoot the idea down, Dustin was still smiling and smiling hard. He didn’t want to get his son’s hopes up. Nothing could happen between him and Eddie. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least imagine…

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Bianca stirred her tea and smiled at the woman sitting across from her. Light classical music played in the tea room.

“How have things been, Karen?”

“Oh just fine. Mike is doing so well in school and Holly’s growing up so fast. Sometimes I can’t believe where the time has gone.”

“And what about your Nancy? The last I heard she had finished up her stint in New York and had come back home.”

Karen nodded. “Her and Jonathan had found a house not too far from me a few months ago and are settling in nicely.”

“Nancy’s such a lovely girl. You’re so lucky. You’ve raised a good, strong alpha in her. No doubt she’ll be running after her own pups soon.”

“As a matter of fact, Nancy told me she saw Steve earlier in town and he was…well he was with the Munson boy.”

Bianca’s mouth turned to a thin line. “Yes, well, no doubt you’ve heard of his return. It’s the talk of the town.”

“Talk of the town is right. Do you know why he’s back?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea”, Bianca said, shaking her head. “Perhaps he was feeling nostalgic.”

“And you’re letting him around Steve?”

“Steve knows his place. And he knows how to conduct himself in public. Tell me, how is Ted doing?”, she asked, changing the subject.

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The next day, Eddie had been put in a bed right next to Dustin. Both were set for the operation happening in just a few minutes. Dustin fidgeted with his stuffed giraffe. Steve could tell he was nervous. Of course he was, he was a small child about to go into surgery. Eddie was putting on a brave face, but Steve could read his tells. He was antsy, tapping his finger on the hand Dustin couldn’t see.

“Everything’s gonna be fine”, Steve said, stroking Dustin’s hair.

Dustin nodded, like he was trying to convince himself. Then he looked over at Eddie. “Are you scared?”

Eddie scoffed. “Who? Me? Pshh, you’re talking to the guy who almost trapped the elusive Hawkins cryptid.”

Dustin’s eyes got wide while once again, Steve’s rolled.

“Listen, bud”, Eddie started. “We’ll pop in, pop out, all done, and then your dad and I are gonna take you out for the biggest ice cream sundae. Right?”

“The biggest”, Steve said. “I’m buying you a whole mountain of ice cream.”

Dustin looked more relaxed and it was at that moment their beds needed to be moved to the operating room. Steve followed for as long as he could until he could go no further. His two boys, his heart and soul, were on the line. And of course, of course that was when Tommy showed his face.

“So they’re starting now?”, he asked.

“Yes”, Steve answered. “Now all we can do is wait and hope for the best.”

“Do more than hope. If this doesn’t work, you know what we’ll have to do.” 

Tommy squeezed his shoulder and in addition to the ache in his heart, he felt sick in his stomach. A feeling that he was used to feeling around Tommy but was happening more and more. He pushed his hand away and sat down, deciding to ignore him and instead pray for the operation’s success.

Part 5

[gingermintpepper]

Day 4: Aristaeus

Interpretation notes and trivia below the cut!!

All rise for the entrance of my president !! Honestly, of all the figures and characters that were up for debate when I first started thinking about this story and who I wanted leading the charge Aristaeus was not one of them. Originally, I'd always known that Asclepius and Orpheus would be worked in somehow - they've always been favourites of mine in terms of children of Apollo (even if Orpheus as the child of Apollo and Calliope is less popular classically) and I expected my pick for the third child of Apollo to be involved to be similarly mortal like Iamus or Tenes but the more I looked into Aristaeus the more I fell in love with him! Ultimately, he's meant to be both a foil and a reflection of his father - a boy who grows up thinking his father's footsteps would always be warm only to realise that following in them would lead to death and destruction. While his status as a rustic and hunting god is still important here, Aristaeus' interpretation is much more focused on his connection to the Etesian wind and his quelling of the dog star Sirius which is why his hair in particular is so long and spiralling. All in all, more than any other figure I've chosen to interpret and represent in my work Aristaeus is the god I hope more people get interested in and research! I think there are a lot of important stories in his various myths and travels and I definitely want more people to discover and fall in love with them as I have!

Some fun trivia:

Apollo's firstborn son. Because he was born mortal on account of his very mortal mother, Apollo immediately took him to Olympus to eat ambrosia to begin his transition into divinity. Apollo would continue to feed Aristaeus small amounts of ambrosia and nectar for the next ten years until the child fully shed his mortal skin and was reborn as a god.

Due to the nature of making mortals deathless (namely the fun part of the process where they are completely remade and lose their mortal memories) Aristaeus spent most of his early life with his mother and siblings where they all pitched in to reteach him his family, his hobbies, his favourite things and ultimately how to live and love. Aristaeus was very attached to his maternal family because of this and his early acts of ingenuity were mostly born from his wish to make things easier for his family.

Aristaeus is the only one of his children Apollo hand raised full time. In those days, Aristaeus adored his father and believed him completely upright and blameless, the true face of a benevolent deity and the kind of man he aimed to be when he was full grown.

They would later have many bitter arguments and conflicts, the first and perhaps most impactful of all being their disagreement over Actaeon, Aristaeus' firstborn son. He wanted Apollo to teach him stating that it was a normal thing for a grandfather to do but Apollo vehemently refused to have any part of Actaeon's rearing, stating that he was not his child and that it was highly inappropriate for him to educate another god's son. When Actaeon later dies, Aristaeus blames a not insignificant part of that on Apollo - something that only worsens when he learns that it was Artemis who cursed the boy and that Apollo was always aware Actaeon would die young.

Spends most of his time travelling from place to place. Doesn't really like Olympus and prefers to spend his time minding animals or tending to fields. Is on wonderful terms with Demeter and Persephone and often makes decadent exchanges of olive oil and preserved meat for exotic flowers and fruit for his bees.

Big fan of wind and percussive instruments. Never liked the kithara because of how finicky it is and far prefers the hand drums and reed flutes of his mother's country. Exceptional dancer.

Will sell prized cattle for high quality and highly unique jewellry. Doesn't much care for gemstones but is an absolute gold fiend and has a massive collection of bracelets, anklets, nose and lip adornments and rings. Has never been north enough to hit India but got a ton of rare and different adornments from his Phoenician in-laws when he was married to Autonoë.

Hates dogs but doesn't mind wolves. Not a big horse fan either

Unlike other winds, he cannot transform into various animal forms. He's close enough to the Anemoi that he keeps up with the gossip but he's only really friends with Notos. Gets along poorly with Zephyrus whose preference for pretty youths has often led to them getting into physical altercations when they were younger. Aristaeus still holds a bit of a grudge about it.

Has a big stupid crush on Dionysus which is embarrassing because Dionysus also put him out of a job. Due to Dionysus' relative youth, he feels a bit conflicted about such feelings - mostly because Dionysus is on extremely good terms with Apollo and Aristaeus doesn't want him to get burned.

Despite kinda despising his father, Aristaeus is a pretty decent eldest brother and regularly keeps in contact with a lot of his siblings. He often delivers mead, flavoured honey and olive oil and uses it as an excuse to chat and catch up. Currently in a bit of a tiff with Asclepius because he's worried about him and his family.

Favourite colour is the rich gold of purified honey, favourite food is lokma and his favourite time of year is winter.

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

The Garden of Gethsemane. (The place where Jesus wept?) Any thoughts? I like the way you explain things.

Hi Anonie <333. I am glad to hear that and glad to discuss this part of the narrative. This... will not be like the other ones I've done. First, because there are 4 accounts instead of 1. Second, because I am in the Agony in the Garden as I write this.

Jesus has just gotten done with an incredibly intimate moment. He has eaten with and attempted to comfort his disciples. John lays on him, listens to his heartbeat. Judas consumed him, despite what's going to happen. They sing the Passover hymns (which are absolutely amazing as a literary whole by the way). He tries to explain to his friends that he's about to die, that a New Exodus is coming and the Firstborn Death will be his own. But they love him (too much and not enough) to understand. They distract themselves by arguing about who will be the greatest. Not knowing that to live a king is to die a slave.

He takes his closest friends, John, Jacob, and Peter, and brings them to a garden. Asks them to stay awake. He's at his most vulnerable so he quotes a psalm. 42-43. A psalm of lament and exile. But they still don't get it. He's the Suffering Servant. The "one from whom men turn their faces."

Right now for me, I'm reveling in the hypostatic union of it. I rebel fiercely against the impassibility of God (the idea that God does not have emotions like ours). My God is omnipassionate. Crying in the garden. Asking. Begging. That the wrath of Babylon- "the cup" in Jeremiah, the Gospel Accounts, and the Revelation are the same - is not forced down his throat. Three times he prays this in Matthew's account. Quoting from his own Sermon on the Mount ("not my desire, but yours be done"). Each time realizing more and more that this is really happening.

"My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me;��yet not as I will, but as You will."

"My Father, if this cup cannot pass away unless I drink from it, Your will be done."

And He left them again, and went away and prayed a third time, saying the same thing once more.

But nonetheless, God suffers alone. His disciples, despite their denials, know what is coming and so they sleep off their depression. With no one but himself to comfort him. Sure messengers come from the skies to strengthen him. But to strengthen him to do what? To die. And so he sweats blood, knowing that he must drink Rome and that he will fall.

I have a great disdain for exegesis that tries to eliminate the passion of the Passion, the agony of the Agony. The attempt to eliminate the pain of Our Lord because it is hard to look at. It is shameful. Humiliating. Look at our God. Lamenting. Crying. Begging. But this is him, and we cannot look away. To look away is to shrink back from death. It is apostasy.

But after that agony, he is composed. He knows there is work to do. That "the one who is betraying me" - why is that phrase in present tense? Has he not already done it? - "is near." That this hour "belongs to yall and the powers of darkness". Judas - his brother and his friend - kisses him. Almost brings him to tears. "Are you betraying the Son of Adam with a kiss?"

With that single moment - a moment that would change the course of history - the fires of gehenna begin to break loose against Our Lord. Swords are out on both sides. Peter cuts of the ear of a slave. Jesus rebukes him (and all the other soldiers with swords and all in the future who will ever bear an arm) and heals the slaves ear: "those who find life by the sword, will find death by the sword."

He questions them: "Why are you so scared? Have I ever taken up arms against you? Am I a rebel, that you come at me with swords and clubs? I was with you every day in the House of God, and yet you did not try to arrest me then?" There is a sense of betrayal in these words. Shock. Sadness. Anger. Despite their hatred of Rome, they have given themselves over to the exact same spiritual evil that the empire has.

It on gets worse as all the disciples flee.

And then at his arrest, it is only the women and John his Beloved who are with him.

Because at the end of the day, as it was in the Garden of Eden, so it is the Garden of Gethsemane: our God must suffer. Alone.

And yet.... I suffer with him. Crying with him. Asking our Father not to abandon us. Asking him to save us from Babylon. Asking that his desire be done. Asking our beloved's to care for our mother. God suffers alone, and yet he refuses to do so. And the gospel accounts include his agony and passion so that we might suffer and die alongside him. Pledging our allegiance to the God of Loyal Love and Covenant Faithfulness, who has power over Life and Death.

May the favor of our God and Lord Jesus the Anointed One be with us, so that we might have the strength to not shrink back from death.

[pseudowho]

Is living domestic life what you imagined it to be as a child/teen? I never thought I'd live this long and I dont know for how long I'll live anyway, but the thought of joy being found in the mundane keeps me going. Is it worth it?

By "domestic life", am I first to assume that you mean a 'nuclear family' in the classic sense?

Based on context, I'm going to assume so.

I also don't know why you feel, strictly, that you should have died and may yet die soon. I cannot make any assumptions on your health, physical or mental, so this also means all I can give you is my own experience. I don't mean to advise one not asking for advice, anyway; all you have asked for is insight.

So I came from the sort of family where, for the most part, being 'a mother' was every woman's main identity. It was just what the women were. For most of my life, I never assumed I would be anything but a mother. It's funny, because in hindsight, none of the rest of my life and career aspirations strictly matched with being 'a mother' in the traditional sense, so I clearly had a long term delusion, there.

If I had known how distinctly in possession of myself I was, I might have known how hard it would be to give myself up, for babies.

Either way...for context: I fell very hard in love, and we grew up together (from ages 14/15) still in love, and we are now 31 and 32. I am a midwife, he is an English Professor/Lecturer and Teacher. We married aged 22/23. We have three sons, aged 7, 4 and 1.

Good things about domestic life:

Loneliness isn't a thing, here.

Lots and lots of affection, both physical and emotional.

The load of life is shared (note: I have a husband who is very, very outside of the norm, with no toxic masculinity and an approach to equality/equitability in work, childcare and housework).

When you are your own family unit, you're pressured less by family to get involved in their shit. Because you've got your own shit.

Living with the love of your life is amazing.

Having babies who are half you, and half the love of your life, is an incredibly beautiful thing.

Raising babies, although supremely difficult, is a joy.

Taking turns being at home and at work is helpful.

You learn to be much more compromising, patient and forgiving.

Bad things about domestic life:

You don't realise how much personal identity, independence or privacy you will lose, being a parent.

Exhaustion.

Parenting is hard. Really hard. Really, really hard.

Finding time for each other, as a couple, is also hard. Any time you do find, at least one of you is likely exhausted.

Good god, so much cooking.

Good god, so much laundry.

Good god, I swear I just vacuumed yesterday.

Good god, groceries are expensive.

Barely keeping your head above water with life admin and finances and childrearing and housework and work and life and ever having any time alone, is absolutely real.

Very very little downtime.

If you are someone who finds joy in the mundane, then yes, you may find a lot of joy in domesticity. So much of it really is mundane; being at home with kids, is often simultaneously boring and stressful. Very odd. Perhaps I'll miss it when they're older.

My personal favourite moment, is the happy sigh at the end of every day, when the kids are in bed, and the house is largely clean, where you fall into each other's arms, and he looks at you like you built the world for him, and just says:

"Hello. You are beautiful."

And I bury my face in his chest, and breathe in the smell of him, and the stale cologne, and the sweat, and life, and say:

"God, I missed you. More than you know."

And it's basically the same, every day.

In a kind of beautiful way.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[cheesecakeislazy]

JEFF THE KILLER HEADCANONS BECAUSE FUCK YOU! (Jk I love you and hope your life is great)

1. Him and BeN are besties for life, ride or die, would suck the poison out of each others dicks (not gay though)

2. Jeff has eye drops on him 24/7 so he doesn’t go fucking blind

3. Jeff has anger issues, one moment he’s chill as fuck and then EJ told him something that pisses him off- and now there’s a stab wound in Toby, a hole in the wall, and an angry Slenderman.

4. Jeff is totally straight. He totally thinks boobs are awesome. And totally only boobs. (He’s bisexual and swears on god he’s straight.)

5. He wakes up at 2 pm because he hates being awake in the mornings

6. He’s a metal head. He blasts music from his room so loud you can hear it across the mansion (slender mansion AU)

7. His deep gravely ass voice is perfect for metal songs

8. He likes to paint his nails black, and black only any other color is fucking gay

9. His vocabulary is 90% cuss words

10. He rarely showers. Ironically the gamer showers more often than him. Jeff prefers to be a stinky son of a bitch (take that fangirls)

11. He makes up for it with his dental hygiene (kinda) he brushes them twice a day and they look perfect (mostly)

12. He has extra sharp canines

13. He named his knife “Knifu” aka his knife waifu

14. The knife has been used so much that it constantly reeks of bleach and blood; it has permanent blood stains on it

15. Jeff bites his nails pretty often

16. Jeff isn’t good with throwing knives- he also isn’t that good at stabbing…

17. Jeff literally just stabs and stabs until he thinks his victim is dead, he doesn’t know any major artery’s (did I spell that right?)

18. Jeff is dyslexic

19. Jeff is horrible at math but refuses to admit it

20. Jeff wears eyeliner but refuses to admit it

21. He secretly loves the color pink but refuses to admit it (see a pattern here yet?)

22. Jeff is super sensitive to light due to the fact he doesn’t have any eyelids

23. He wears black gloves because he has burn marks on his hands and hates it when people look at them (fingerless gloves as his fingers aren’t burnt)

24. Jeff really wants tattoos and piercings but can’t get any due to his skin being extremely sensitive and fragile

25. Jeff hates the sun, it hurts his eyes and skin

26. Jeff likes going to playgrounds at night because 1. Fucking swings are awesome and 2. Creepy

27. Fucker is 5’11 and constantly calls BeN a midget

28. Jeff had a small crush on Toby for a while and lowkey has a small crush on BeN but…

29. Jeff is highkey downbad for EJ (it’s one-sided)

30. If Jeff ever tried to cook, he would burn everything

31. Jeff is fucking terrified of fire

32. Sometimes Ben likes to scare Jeff shitless by lighting a small fire inside Bens hands infront of Jeff

33. Sometimes Jeff throws Ben inside a kiddy pool and watches him panic about drowning (he is fully above the water)

34. Despite the fact Jeff and Ben both fuck with each other and their fears, they do it in tame ways to ensure the other doesn’t actually have a panic attack of any kind

35. Jeff lives in sweatpants, jeans are for losers and shorts are gay

36. T-shirts and hoodies, Jeff literally does not own a single sweater, long sleeve, or tank top.

37. His favorite T-shirt says “Fuck me in my ass (but not in a gay way)”

38. His second favorite says “Emo metal loving slut”

39. Both and almost all of his t-shirts are black with either white or red/pink writing

40. It is Jeff’s goal to have every photo taken of him (with permission) to have him flipping off the camera

41. Jeff watches South Park but thinks Family guy is stupid

42. He tries really hard to get on Liu/Sully’s good side but his anger issues usually get in the way

43. Jeff and Nina are actually really good friends that lowkey view each other as family

44. Jeff and Nina love to piss each other off constantly (Ben will prank whoever he is asked to)

45. Jeff has tried to kill Jane quite a few times, and Jane is constantly trying to kill him

46. Jeff personally isn’t into weed but he doesn’t judge BeN for being a stoner lowkey

47. Jeff is a virgin but he wouldn’t be nervous at all about having sex

48. Jeff is a kinky bastard

49. Jeff likes a good bowl of strawberry ice cream

50. Jeff likes banana smoothies

51. Jeff owns a few Nirvana T-shirts

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Fic rec for my BFF, pt.2 : Seasons 4-5

Here's the next part of my "fic rec for my BFF who's watching 9-1-1" series, covering seasons 4 and 5!

Season 4

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Post-S4, Marriage of convenience | 44K | Explicit

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

Eddie: Let's get married! In a platonic way! 😆

it's blue (the feeling i got) series by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck

Post-Shooting | 4 works, Complete | 37K

don't want no other shade of blue but you (Post-S4E14 | 11K | Teen): “You can’t go see your son like this.” That gives Buck pause. “He’s not—he’s not my son.” “Isn’t he, though?” she says. And part of Buck wants to argue, but a bigger part of him thinks, isn’t he, though? Not by blood, sure, or legally, but in all the ways that matter, Christopher is as good as his son. if your cascade ocean-wave blues come (Post-S4, Getting Together | 16K | Mature): “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Ana sounds disappointed, but not all too surprised.“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Sorry.” “It’s because of Buck,” she says, barely a question. “Isn’t it?” “Um,” Eddie says, because he doesn’t really know how to answer that when Buck is flipping pancakes at the stove three feet away from him. in my eyes, my heart, my soul (Fluff | 2K | General): “We made you pancakes for Father’s Day,” Christopher says. Eddie watches the expressions that cross Buck’s face. Surprise, confusion, then a careful kind of joy like he’s beginning to put together exactly what Christopher means.  “For—for me?” Buck asks, so quiet Eddie barely hears it. “Yeah,” Christopher says. “I want you to be my other dad. If… if you want to be.”  the blues, and then purple-pink skies (Established Buddie, Secret Relationship | 8K | Teen): OR: three times Buck and Eddie (think they) manage to hide their relationship, and one time the truth comes out.

Stucky has Post-Winter Soldier recovery fics, Steddie has post-Upside Down recovery fics, and Buddie has Post-Shooting-Buck-moves-in-with-the-Diazes fic! 😆

this must be the place by euadnes/ @kananjarus

Canon Divergent, Post-Shooting | 75K | Teen

Every life altering event is often led up to with a series of other important events. In this case, there were at least three: An unstoppable fire. An afternoon spent underneath a blanket of California blue sky. But firstly, and maybe the most important of all: There was the impeccable aiming of an ex-sharpshooter. Or, the Buck is also shot by the sniper AU that no one asked for.

Benign Fatality by EtoileGarden/ @etoilegarden

Time Loop AU, Season 2-4 | 23K | Teen

Eddie noticed it like this; Sometimes, when Buck’s done a day too many times, he forgets that this day might be the real day, the one that continues on into the rest of his life. It’s exhausting dying and waking up just to go die again. And the thing was, when a death was to do with work, he knew he could just ask to be man behind, or not go into work, but - but who would he be condemning to die in his place if he didn’t go in and try to avoid it? Maybe no one, yes, but maybe someone. Buck repeats days until he doesn't die in them, has an underdeveloped sense of self worth, and Eddie is the one who wants to step in with him.

Amazing fic, such an interesting concept!!

i don't swim and you're not in love by hattalove/ @hattalove

S4, Post-Buck Begins | 32K | Teen

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already. God, what’s wrong with him? What is this? or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

A Classic by the always amazing hattalove!!

everything (nothing) has changed by bizarrestars

Post-S4, Love Confessions | 48K | Explicit

Buck breathes for a moment, then sets his shoulders. "Eddie, there's something I have to tell you." "Do you?" Eddie asks flatly, still alarmed and doing his best to hide it. "I would've never guessed." Buck swallows. "Eddie, I love you." "Are you softening the blow, or buttering me up? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm still very worried regardless," Eddie tells him. "No, you don't understand. I love you. I'm currently in love with you," Buck says as evenly as possible, and even then, his voice wobbles precariously there for a moment. He exhales. "You don't have to worry about it, though, because I've processed it and decided to—to find relief in telling you before moving on and moving forward." Eddie stares at him. No response at all. Well, at least he's not freaking out. Or: After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

Literally only just read it but the idiocy in this is CHEF'S KISS 😘👌 (#eddie said: get over me??? youre gonnna get over ME??? dont think so, <- love this tag 😂)

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

S4 to S6, Social Media/Outsider POV | 64K | Teen

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

Just a fun crack-y "social media" fic with some outsider POV mixed in (plus some 911LS!)!

Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings

Post-S5, Friends with Benefits | 42K | Explicit

“Sounds like the problem is you think casual sex with a stranger or finding someone new to date are your only options.” Eddie’s brow furrows. “Aren’t they?” “I mean, there’s always…someone you already know. Who you’re already comfortable with.” “Because my pool of male friends who are single and who would be interested in having sex with me has so many options?” “Well, I don’t know about many, but you only need one,” Buck points out. “And who would that be?” “Me, of course.” [Or: Frank gives Eddie therapy homework, Eddie misunderstands the assignment, and Buck is just a really supportive friend...right?]

Have some more FWB, as a treat 😌

Season 5

The Aftermath of Liberation and Love Confessions by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress

Post S5E9: Past is Prologue, Coming Out, Getting Together | 17K | Teen

After a very long year of one terrible thing after another, Eddie has a brand new life strategy. It’s called not giving a shit. There’s the fire of a challenge in Buck’s eyes and a clench in the set of his jaw, and come on, it’s not as if Eddie forced Buck into dating the reporter. Not like he pays it any mind whatsoever. It was doomed from the start. She’s not good enough for him. She’s a terrible fit for him. Buck’s clearly been miserable for months. Still, Buck says, “Yeah, Eddie. Why don’t you teach us. What would you say if you were professing your love?” You mean something besides, “In the event of my untimely death, I made you legal guardian of my child”? In which Eddie comes out, sexuality is complicated but coffee is not, Buck makes an excessive salad and is also roasted, everyone has a love confession, and December is the most dramatic time of year.

Eddie not giving a shit is A Mood 👌 worth reading just for the scene from the summary 😆

Courtship Behaviors of the Southern Coastal Husbro by Mad_Lori/ @madlori

Post-S5, Queer Platonic Relationship, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit

“I want you in my family, I want us to be a family. Officially. A family can be a guy, his son, and his best friend, right?” Buck’s lower lip was trembling. “You’re really asking me to be your…what, now?” “Frank called it ‘platonic life partners.’” Buck looked stunned, and also…hopeful. “We could really do that?” - Buck and Eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. They are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros."

Love love love this series!!!

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths/ @bucktommys

Post S5E10: Wrapped In Red, LAFD Liaison Eddie | 10K | Teen

LAFD Updates (@L*A*F*D_Metro) LAFD Alert: Red-level traffic on Gardiner Road this morning. If you are trying to get into the city centre consider taking Westerley Lane. buck 🔥🔥 (@firebuck) so true bestie or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

THE Twitter Eddie fic <3 just a funny social media fic but it's real cute!

let's hear it for the boy by hattalove/ @hattalove

Post-Season 5, Eddie Coming Out | 56K | Teen

in which eddie attends a self-empowerment group for gbtq men to supplement his therapy, and is empowered to: forgive himself, say "i'm gay" to his own reflection in the mirror, accidentally adopt an adult, make fried rice, and tell his straight best friend that he's in love with him. not necessarily in that order.

Such an amazing Eddie character study/coming out fic, so good <3

The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Post-S5, Fake Relationship | 43K | Explicit

The Buckleys are celebrating their 50th Anniversary, and Maddie and Buck are both expected to come. To take the heat off Maddie, Buck impulsively blurts out that he's seeing someone new. Obviously, there's only one solution: bring Eddie as his fake boyfriend, pretend to be in love with him, and survive the weekend with minimal bloodshed. No problem, except for the, uh. "Pretend" part. Oops.

Excellent fake relationship fic!! it's got it all! Pining! Practice kissing! There was only one bed!!

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania 

Post-S5, Missing Presumed Dead, Amnesia | 44K | Mature

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

The angst is SO GOOD!!!! A re-read favorite.

Plus or Minus by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress

S5 | 10K | General

"Chris said you were crying. You came home, hugged him, and cried more than he’s ever seen.” Eddie considers for a moment but then shrugs and continues neatly stacking mugs in the cupboard. “It happens. Sometimes. I’ve been told I’m supposed to let it out instead of bottle it up. So. There you go.” “Why are you cleaning out the kitchen? Why is my stuff in boxes?” Eddie slows, then stops. “Figured you’d want it back.” It’s quieter. Pained. When he says it. “I haven’t decided anything. So unless you’re kicking me out—” “Buck. Come on.” He’s not angry or snapping. It’s still quiet, and somehow that hurts even more. He’s resigned and defeated, and Buck is a scooped out, gutted, hollow shell. “I know how this ends the same way you do. You want to be loved, you want to be married. You’re going to leave. Might as well…” His voice cracks before he can finish and get it under control. “Shouldn’t drag it out.” ~ Taylor is offered a job across the country and asks Buck to go with her. Buck has to figure out if he wants to start over or if he has a reason to stay right where he is.

The notes on my bookmark are: pining so good it gives you chest pains 🥺

Canon Divergent/AUs

Even in Winter There is Eranthis by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Inspired by Hades&Persephone, Mythological AU | 45K | Explicit

Buck is supposedly a god. Supposedly. But he's got no idea what his domain is or what role he plays in Olympus. When he meets Christopher, a young boy lost and trying to find his father, he helps Chris get home - and ends up accidentally binding himself to the Underworld. Now bound to Eddie, the god of the dead, Buck must spend half the year with him in the Underworld while winter reigns above. But even as something grows between them, there are still trials to endure. Just because the gods are not mortal... does not mean they cannot die.

my words are paper tigers by hattalove/ @hattalove

Time Loop, Canon Divergent | 20K | Teen

He wakes up with Eddie's arm thrown over his waist. There's a pit in his stomach as soon as he opens his eyes, because the alarm is on again, the same radio station, the same song. The sunlight streaming into the room is buttery-soft, brand new because it's early. The alarm is ringing so they can take Chris to school. And— He reaches out for the bedside table on his side of the bed they share, clumsily unplugs his phone one-handed. The screen lights up to a familiar wallpaper, and it's right there, just above the top of Buck's head: Wednesday. or: buck breaks up with eddie, even if it means losing a part of himself, because it's the right thing to do. the universe decides to test that conviction.

I fucking love time loop fics!!! 👌

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston/ @ebjameston

Canon Divergent, S2, Ghost Buck, Witch Eddie | 41K | Teen

Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

I know you love witchy vibes and I really enjoyed this one! There's also a great podfic if you like that.

[mytragedyperson]

possibly unpopular Pjo Opinions

Also, if you disagree, that's fine. people are allowed to have differing opinions. But, if you decide to be dick about it in the comments, the comment will be deleted. we can disagree but there's no need to be rude about it. However, if you'd like to respectfully and civilly discuss the differences in opinion, I'd be happy to. I always enjoy hearing different opinions. However I will warn you, while I'm not strictly anti-percabeth, there are some anti-percabeth or negative towards percabeth opinions in this post. If you're one of the toxic percabeth stans who hates on anyone who dislikes or says anything negative about the ship, you have been warned, any toxic comments will be deleted. I won't be arguing with you because it would be pointless. You're not going to change my mind and I'm not going to change yours. civil and respectful discussions only

Is it bad that I don't like Bianca Di Angelo. Like, don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, I don't think she's terrible, she's 12, she's a child, but try as I might I just can't understand her choice. I get that she's 12 and left to take care of her brother but they have no one else at that point and the first chance she gets she agrees to leave him. She agrees before they even get to camp, before she's even made sure it's safe and I've said it before I don't think there's a world where Nico stays at Camp Halfblood. I don't think Bianca necessarily dies in every universe. There must be at least some where she actually listens when told not to touch anything or even where she, an untrained, inexperienced 12 year old isn't picked for this quest where they know one of them will die because it's been prophecised, but I do think Nico, at least in every universe where Bianca agrees to join the Hunters, always leaves camp after discovering he's a son of Hades, and then he's really not safe. they're each other's only family and she chooses to leave him. In 2 years he'll be the same age as her, and a year after that he's older. He'll live his entire life while she pops in and out when they can, maybe sees him if he's at camp halfblood at the time. and, to be fair to Bianca, I don't think the Hunters should offer this to 12 year old anyway. but, no, Bianca will either be dead, or 12 forever as he younger brother grows older, as he nearly dies trying to save his friends and help his family. Although I would love to see her and the Hunter's reaction when Nico shows up in the fifth book, same age as Bianca, with 3 gods and, if I'm remembering correctly, an army of skeletons, as she realises her younger is growing up. Honestly I could see them finding a way to send messages and Nico, despite knowing there's no place for him there, going to Camp Halfblood when he knows the hunters will be there so he can see his sister. see, i like the idea of alive Bianca that lives in my head, because i love the angsty idea of her seeing her brother get older and get married and make new friends and meet the half sister and her still being physically 12 but so much older mentally and wondering what could have been if she hadn't agreed to be a Hunter. But canon Bianca? i get that she's young but, maybe it's because I'm the youngest of a family with quite a few cousins that are very close but I can't imagine a world where my older brother or one of my older cousins agrees to just leave me somewhere without first making sure it's safe, even if they were 12. and the fact that they're each other's only family on Earth at that point? and then in book 4, instead of appearing directly ti Nico and telling him not to come to her, she uses Percy as a middle man? Nico is not Percy's responsibility. No, you agreed to join the Hunters, you agreed to go on this quest when you were untrained and inexperienced (because somehow there was no one more qualified or better suited after the other Hunter couldn't go).

Honestly, maybe my problem is more with the Hunters than Bianca herself now that I'm thinking about it. The way they act like they're better than everyone's else but get upset when they retaliate. The way they hate all men. There's just something about their attitude in the third books I hate. Maybe it's because it's from Percy's POV but, I don't know, they just rub me the wrong way. Maybe it's because they're supposed to be feminists but they're written by a man who thinks the extent of feminism is "we as women hate all men and think we're better than them" which, while is admittedly how some women are, is not supposed to be the point of feminism. I was taught feminism was equality between men and women, not one being better than the other, not hating on one while hating one the other, both men and women being equal. Is this where I realise that my problems actually boil down to problems with Rick Riordan writing women and girls? Zoe's dislike does make some sense and I do like her character but it feels like the other Hunters are, like, radical feminists who believe men and women should be separate?

Also while I'm here, might as well add, as someone who read the first five books but does plan to read the others, Percabeth means literally nothing to me. I don't hate them but I don't ship them either. They're fine as friends but as a couple? I'm sure there are much more interesting ships for both of them. The first five books is more or less them not being together but getting jealous of anyone of the opposite who talks to them, (though Percy's is also annoyance because, you know, Luke tried to kill him and Annabeth still has hope she can get through to him even though he's betrayed them. Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, he doesn't take betrayal well, we saw how he reacted to Nico's perceived betrayal), and (Usually Annabeth but Percy sometimes) picking arguments. Ah, yes, the old married couple. Now, the moments where they actually bond outside of quests and camp halfblood? Not many of them. They have a couple of cute moments but, as a couple, I don't really care for it. I don't mind them as friends but, as more than that, not really. Annabeth chose Percy over Luke? oh great, and so the rest of camp Halfblood, the others who stay there all year? They mean nothing? If it was't for Percy, she would've just left them? Interesting. Percy gave up immortality for Annabeth? Not really, sure, she may have been part of it, but the main part was making sure children of all Greek gods had somewhere safe to go and would be claimed. also, why would a depressed, possibly suicidal teen want to be immortal? want to be with the gods who have just used him and his friends and half of whom hate him? Also, next to Annabeth Percy is always made out to be the dumb one but he's not really. Sure Annabeth is better at planning but Percy is better at improvising when things go wrong. See: him tricking Crusty. Also in that first book Annabeth also makes some not so smart choices. See: going to the Arch to sightsee in the middle of the quest. Percy is also the one who figures out The Lotus Hotel situation, not Annabeth. They have different types of intelligence but Percy is not dumb.

[camilaxmartin]

i need to ramble, so-

AGATHA ALL ALONG EPISODE 4 SPOILERS AHEAD

OKAY LET ME START WITH THE FACT HOW AMAZING THIS EPISODE WAS??? I DONT WANT TO SAY IT IS MY FAVOURITE BUT LIKE- IT MIGHT BE.

THE VIBES THE OUTFITS????

okay okay calm down.

RIO CRAWLING OUT OF THE GROUND AND THEN SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT BEING PULLED DOWN OR UP WAS RAAAAH AMAZING I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS. I STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD

THE WHOLE MUSIC BOOT SCENE? GOD. THE WAY RIO CARESSED AGATHA’S THIGH AND HER UNDER STOMACH???? HELP ME LORD

I WAS LITERALLY GOING INSANE STILL AM

OKAY OKAY

THE SCENE WITH THE BALLAD WHEN ALL OF THEM WERE SO INTO SINGING AND EVEN TEEN OH. MY. LORD. I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING AT IT FROM ALL OF THE EMOTIONS CAUSE LORD I FELT IT IN MY VEINS LITERALLY. IT WAS SO POWERFUL I WAS LITERALLY STARING AT THE SCREEN WITH MY MOUTH HANGING OPEN. I LOVED IT. IF I EVER DIE PLAY THIS AND IM GONNA COME BACK TO LIFE I SWEAR.

(i love how alice was so into it at the end and destroyed the curse i LOVE HER)

I ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE WAY AGATHA CARES FOR TEEN. I KNOW SHE THINKS ITS NICHOLAS BUT I JUST FIND IT SO SWEET SHES LITERALLY SO RAAAH LIKE???!! I LOVE SOFT AGATHA FOR LIFE SORRY NOT SORRY. THE WAY SHE WAS PUSHING HIM AWAY WHILE THE CURSE WAS FLOATING AROUND THEM??? THE WAY HER VOICE WAS SO SOFT AND UNSTEADY WHEN SHE LITERALLY BEGGED JEN TO DO SOMETHING TO SAVE HIM??? MY GIRL WAS STRESSING AND SO WAS I (i love him more than my life) THE WAY AGATHA SAT AND WAITED WITH HIM ALL THAT TIME FOR HIM TO WAKE UP?? TO MAKE SURE HES OKAY???

IM SO GLAD HES OKAY LIKE I DIDNT THINK HE WOULD DIE BUT I WAS STILL STRESSED AND SCARED FOR HIM.

okay now,

THE HUG???? IT FELT SO PERSONAL SO PURE SO FUCKING SAFE SO SOFT SO VULNERABLE. I LOVE MY SILLY LESBIANS OH GOD. THE ALMOST KISS?? I LOVE HOW RIO DIDNT WANT HER TO KISS HER SO SHE WOULDN’T THINK LIKE EVERYTHING IS OKAY WITH NICHOLAS. LIKE IT WAS MORE IMPORTANT FOR HER TO TELL AGATHA IT IS IN FACT NOT HER SON THAN GETTING TO KISS HER ONCE MORE. MY GIRL RIO IS STILL FUCKING SOFT AND GENUINE AND GOD I AM LIVING FOR IT. (i hope we get a kiss by the end of the series but literally it is enough for me even now) I NEED TO TALK MORE ABOUT THAT HUG CAUSE IT LITERALLY GRIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST STROKED IT AND PUT IT BACK. GOSH IT WAS AMAZING. THE SOFT GESTURES OF AGATHA’S HANDS ON THE BACK OF RIO’S HEAD???? OH IM FUCKING COOKED.

AND I WAS SO STRESSING ABOUT LILIA TOO LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HOPE NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO HER PLEASE I NEED HER TO SURVIVE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. SHES MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT WITCH OKAY. I LOVE HER.

TO SUM UP I WAS LITERALLY GRIPPING MY SKIN FOR THE WHOLE EPISODE AND BESIDE THE PREVIOUS ONE I CANT REMEMBER A TIME THAT A SERIES OR A MOVIE DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME (the previous one did it a bit less intensely) I AM LIVING FOR THIS SERIES AND I HOPE ITS GONNA HAVE AN ENDING THAT WONT DESTROY ME EMOTIONALLY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. WHICH MOST LIKELY WONT HAPPEN CAUSE WE KNOW HOW IT IS WITH MARVEL. 10/10 OBVIOUSLY I WAS STRESSING SWEATING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. STILL AM.

(i might add something later when i’m gonna need to ramble more/again)

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hey could you write Modern Sihtric x Reader,where he is a single dad of a 4 year old and falls in love with younger Reader who is a teacher of his baby. And he is afraid of commitment and heartbreak but at some point he realizes it's worth the risk. Just a thought I had. Thanks a lot. I admire your writings. Your fics always make up my day.

Warnings: mention of shitty divorce, kidnapping and slight violence. angst/fluff

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 6.6k

Note: sorry it took me a while to get to your request! I enjoyed writing this, so thank you for the challenge! I hope it's worth the wait :) I also will die on this hill saying Cynlaef was his son so there you go.

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'Maybe because no one loves me, or cares about me, or needs me!'

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'Hey,' you said compassionately to the child who was still waiting to be picked up after school, 'will your father pick you up today?' 

The little boy shrugged and looked down at his feet. 

You sighed. This was the third time in one week that the poor kid was picked up late, and so it was the third time you had to try and call his father, asking him why he wasn't there and if someone could take home his son before the school closed for the day.

The little boy, Cynlaef he was called, was the 4 year old son of one Sihtric Kjartansson. You had never met the man or even spoken to him, but you knew the last name all too well. Several years ago the newspapers had been full with headlines about Kjartan and his son, Sven, who apparently had a long track record of abusive behaviour before they were finally arrested. However, there had never been any mention of Sihtric, so maybe he was not related, which you hoped, because you wanted a bright future for the little kid. 

Unfortunately, Sihtric would never pick up his phone when Cynlaef was more or less forgotten, and the man who had picked up the boy every time was an Irish man who had introduced himself as Finan, Cynlaef's uncle. Finan was smart enough to give his number to the school the first day, in case no one was able to reach Sihtric, which had been the case these past few days.

Cynlaef started in your class only three weeks ago, when the new school year had already started. The boy was quiet and seemed thoughtful, and you had already noticed he could become trouble, as he wasn't afraid to strike a punch when someone took his toy sword during playtime.

'Is your uncle Finan picking you up today?' you asked, but Cynlaef quietly shrugged again.

'Okay,' you sighed and took his hand, 'come wait inside, I will call your father.' 

You took the boy inside and sat him down at your desk in the classroom. 'Wait right here, okay?' you said and handed the boy a lollipop, 'I will be right back.' You ruffled the boy's hair and walked out to the hallway where you rang his dad, not expecting him to pick up the phone, but it was mandatory to always try to reach the parent first, before someone else.

'Hello?' Sihtric's voice sounded rough when he picked up.

'Uh, hi,' his voice threw you off a little, 'I am your son's teacher, and he is still wa-'

'Oh, gods,' the man groaned, 'I am sorry. I will be there as soon as I can.'

And before you could say another word he had already hung up the phone, which left you surprised and a little heated. You had to tell this man off for neglecting his son like this, again.

'Cynlaef?' a bewildered looking man stepped into your classroom as he called out for his son.

'Daddy!' Cynlaef cheered and threw his hands up.

'Cynlaef!' the man sighed and sprinted over to the little boy, took him in his arms and kissed his head, 'I am so sorry, little one.' 

You watched the man, who had a pained and guilt ridden expression on his face as he held onto the kid for dear life. He was well built and you could see his scarred, toned arms, as well as a part of his muscular torso as he was wearing a tank top with low sides. The man had long, dark hair, which was tied into a bun, a well kept goatee, a tattoo on his neck that ran up into his hair, and when he looked at you, you saw he had two different coloured eyes, as well as a scar on his forehead and one on his cheekbone. He had to be Kjartan's son.

'I'm sorry,' he said and walked over to you, 'I'm Sihtric,' he held out his hand, staring at you with his big, beautiful eyes, awaiting your introduction.

'Oh, uh, hi,' you stammered with a chuckle, you shook his hand and introduced yourself. 

You blushed at his firm handshake and quickly looked away from him when the man brought his focus back to the child in his arms. You felt silly. You had met quite some handsome young fathers during your few years as a teacher, but none with such a striking look as Cynlaef's father.

'Eh,' you cleared your throat, 'Mr. Kjartansson, I'm really so-'

'Please,' Sihtric interrupted while he stole Cynlaef's lollipop and stuck it in his own mouth, 'just call me Sihtric. I do not carry my family name with pride.'

'I- I see,' you stammered. So he was related indeed. 'Well, Sihtric,' you chuckled lightly, 'eh, I'm sorry to throw this at you right now but,' you paused and met his eyes, making your cheeks heat up as you continued, 'we really have to talk about Cynlaef. In a short period of time there have been several issues after school already. We can't have a child here with no one to pick up. It is irresponsible. You- you need to do better.' You were a little taken aback by your own words.

Sihtric looked down at his feet while he clenched his jaw, showing his guilt again.

'I know,' he said quietly, 'I'm really trying.'

'I'm not saying- I don't mean that you are not trying, I just don't understand how this can happen. It's such a simple task to pick up your child,' you said as compassionately as you could.

'Yeah,' Sihtric sighed as he scratched his forehead, 'it is a simple task.'

An awkward silence fell and you looked for some flyers.

'Here,' you said and held out a flyer to him, 'there are many parents who can't pick up their child right away, you could sign Cynlaef up for an after school program. Then he gets picked up here after school and brought home before-,'

'No,' Sihtric said firmly, 'I will not hand my child over to a stranger. What kind of father do you think I am?'

'I-I'm sorry,' you replied quickly, 'I didn't mean to offend you. But I can assure you these programs are safe.'

'No,' he shook his head and held his boy tightly, 'I won't do it.'

'But then you have to make sure he is picked up every day after school,' you said, 'if you keep this up I have to file a complaint to the headmaster. This can result in Cynlaef being sent away from school as well as a visit from child protection services, as it will be filed under neglect.'

'I am not neglecting my son!' Sihtric raised his voice slightly, which startled you and he seemed to regret it immediately, 'I- I am sorry, lady.'

'Yeah,' you whispered as you looked down for a moment and took a deep breath, 'okay. Also, eh, next week there will be parent and teacher conversations, to give a quick update about how the children are doing. We have sent letters to every legal guardian, have you received one?'

'Maybe,' Sihtric sighed, looking playfully mean at Cynlaef after the boy had pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, 'I haven't been home in a while.'

'You haven't been home?'

'It's complicated,' Sihtric said, not meeting your eyes.

'But where does Cynlaef stay?'

'With me.'

'But… not at home?'

'We have been staying with his uncle, Finan.'

'Oh,' you said, and you watched how Cynlaef hugged his father, to which Sihtric smiled and closed his eyes, and you thought Sihtric's eyes had teared up when he looked at you again.

'I best get going,' Sihtric said, 'thank you for looking after him, lady.' 

He gave you a weak smile and turned to leave. You smiled at Cynlaef who waved at you over his dad's shoulder as he was carried away. And your heart skipped a beat when you met Sihtric's eyes as he unexpectedly looked back at you while he walked out.

The next few days had gone well, Cynlaef had been picked up in time every day, albeit not by Sihtric, but by Finan. And on friday afternoon, when most parents had left already with their child, you decided to talk to Finan while he was tying Cynlaef's shoelaces.

'Hi, Finan,' you smiled. 

The Irish man looked up at you and greeted you with his warm smile.

'Hi yourself,' he winked.

Uncle Finan was a charmer, and you knew many mothers had already eyed him up the past few weeks, which he had been very aware of. And you were convinced Finan took advantage of Cynlaef, so he could talk to the single moms and see what his chances were. You had to say you were fond of Finan by the little you had seen of him.

'Can I ask you something?'

'I already gave you my number,' he joked.

'Oh my god,' you snorted.

'I'm only joking, what is it, love?'

'It's… his father,' you nodded at Cynlaef, 'what's his deal? He seemed rather bewildered.'

'Oh, so you've met the bastard finally,' Finan grinned, 'yeah,' he then sighed, 'look, Sihtric's a good lad, but his divorce has been rough on him. He's been in a legal battle with his ex wife for two years already.'

'Oh, goodness,' you said, and you felt for Sihtric and his little boy.

'Yeah, it's a disaster. They have been staying over with me for a while already. A few months ago his ex broke into their previous shared home and she has changed all the locks.'

'What?' you scoffed.

'I know, another legal fight they are working out right now. The house is in her name, yet he bought it and basically owns everything inside the house. But because it's in her name, and god knows how that happened, he can't do shit,' Finan sighed, 'it's a nightmare. It has really fucked him up. He thought she loved him but apparently all she wanted was his money.'

'What about Cynlaef? Is she his mother?'

'Aye, but the whore has never given him time of day, excuse my language.'

'You're excused,' you mumbled and shook your head.

'That is why I usually pick him up,' Finan continued, 'the mom is not in the picture anymore for the boy, not after she managed to pick him up at his previous school one day, unbeknownst to Sihtric. She had plans to take the kid abroad with her, without informing anyone, just to hurt Sihtric.'

'What? You mean like kidnapping?'

'Aye,' the Irish man said, 'she doesn't have custody, and luckily she didn't get far and we got the little man back fast,' he ruffled Cynlaef's hair quickly, who giggled, 'but that is also why he changed schools abruptly. As far as we know she doesn't know where he is now. And Sihtric,' Finan sighed again, 'he's just working day and night. Trying to forget everything. It's not a good coping mechanism but, what can I say, at least he is coping.'

'What does he do? His work I mean?'

'He has his own gym, he teaches and trains people,' Finan said, 'but I know he's not spending his time there to train others. He's just there to rid his own anger, and not always doing it safely. But, after everything I can't blame him. First the shit with his father and then this,' Finan shook his head, 'poor bastard. All he wants is a family.'

You didn't really understand what Finan meant by not being safe, but regardless, you felt bad. Sihtric was clearly trying his best, but his ex wife had simply broken him and his general trust in people. And now you also understood why he didn't want Cynlaef to be signed up for the after school program.

You thanked Finan for his time and you high fived Cynlaef before they left. And you wondered if Sihtric would show up for the conversation next week.

'I'm glad you came,' you smiled politely at Sihtric, who had caught you by surprise when he had walked into the classroom Wednesday evening for the conversation. He had greeted you with a shy smile, which was a pleasant contrast to his muscular arms, which were again visible as he was wearing a white, slim fitting shirt, which showed off his abs underneath. And you wondered if he wore it on purpose. But Sihtric had been oblivious to that, he was just glad he managed to find a clean shirt in time for the conversation that did not have Cynlaef's peanut butter fingerprints on it.

'I managed to find the letter in time,' he said softly and gave you a small smile. And you knew it must have been rough to retrieve that letter, as everything was probably sent to the house he couldn't get into anymore.

You watched Sihtric as he anxiously fidgeted with his rings, and you noticed his bruised hands. And then you understood what Finan meant when he said Sihtric wasn't always being safe at his gym. Meaning he'd often punch bags, or maybe even people, with his bare fists, risking serious damage. You watched him for a short moment and you couldn't help but feel attracted to the quiet, handsome yet pained man.

'So,' you began, 'Cynlaef has been doing well. But he is very quiet for his age.'

Sihtric smiled with a soft hum and he looked up at you with those beautiful eyes.

'I am guessing he learned that from his father,' you chuckled lightly, and you saw Sihtric's eyes light up a little while he looked at you.

'I am afraid so,' Sihtic said quietly with a cheeky smile, before he looked down at his feet again.

'My job is to not only teach, but also observe the behaviour of the children. I just need to be sure Cynlaef has a safe environment to grow up in, back home. A closed off attitude at his young age can be a result of some trauma, or that he is not taught to communicate his feelings,' you spoke cautiously.

'He has a safe home and no trauma as far as I know, back home he is outgoing and happy,' Sihtric said calmly.

'That is all I wanted to hear,' you smiled politely again, 'I am not saying it's the only cause for behaviour like his, but as a teacher, I have to ask.'

'I understand.'

'And… there is another thing I need to discuss,' you rubbed your forehead a little nervously, 'Cynlaef, eh,' you stammered, 'he has a habit of… throwing a punch when another child is playing with him and tries to take his toy sword.'

'A punch?' Sihtric frowned, biting his lip as he tried to hide a smile.

'Yeah, a rather… proper punch,' you also struggled to compose your face, 'which I assume he also learned from his father.'

Sihtric saw you glanced quickly at his bruised hands, which he hid immediately by shoving them into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

'I will talk to him about it,' he said, slightly blushing.

'That would be great, thank you,' you smiled.

And your cheeks coloured a light shade of pink too as you stared into each other's eyes for a moment without speaking. Until Sihtric looked away after a slight hint of fear had made its way into his gaze, and he cleared his throat.

'Is there anything else?'

'N-no,' you said, flustered by the handsome father, 'that is all.'

Sihtric nodded and got up, but before he left the classroom he turned to you.

'If my son, you know,' he chuckled lightly, 'throws another punch, will you let me know?'

'I will,' you smiled, 'if you answer your phone that is.'

'Just text me, lady,' Sihtric said.

You watched him walk out through the hallway, biting down on his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, but you still caught a glimpse of it.

friday.

You: Sihtric, your son has punched another classmate. I had to call the crying child's mother, who had a go at me…

Sihtric: gods

Sihtric: was there blood involved?

You: what? 

You: no, goodness!

Sihtric: oh

Sihtric: good

Sihtric: :) 

You giggled at his reply, which was very unprofessional of you, but you couldn't help yourself.

You: it's nothing too serious, but he spooked the other kid a little

You: and now his mother demands a word with you after school in the classroom

Sihtric: you're serious?

You: unfortunately…

Sihtric: what time?

You: around 3

Sihtric: okay, I guess I'll be there. Thank you

You: no problem :)

You: oh, Sihtric…

You: maybe, you know, hide your bruised hands when you're here

Sihtric: will do, lady ;) 

Sihtric walked into the school a little over 3, just as you were mid-heated conversation with Aelswith, the mother of Edward, the boy who had been on the receiving end of Cynlaef's fist earlier that day. Meanwhile, Cynlaef and Edward were playing outside, as if nothing had happened.

'This is not the first time, is it?' Aelswith snapped at you.

'Well, it's… I mean,' you stammered.

'I know he's a Kjartansson!' she scowled, 'no good man ever came from that family.'

'Hey, that is really rude,' you snapped back, 'you can't say those things. Keep this conversation polite, will you?'

'No!' Aelswith hissed, 'that boy needs to be taught some manners, or he will become a savage just like-'

'What about my boy?' Sihtric spoke calmly, but sternly, as he walked into the classroom.

And you couldn't help but smile when you saw him, looking just as fine as he did the first time you saw him, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, black denim jeans and black leather boots. His hair was loose today, but he carried a black hair tie around his wrist.

'Sihtric, hi,' you said softly and smiled as neutral as you could, hoping you didn't blush.

'Lady,' Sihtric nodded, with the hint of a smile as he looked at you, but his attention was quickly claimed by Aelswith.

'Your boy,' she said, turning up her nose, 'needs to behave himself.'

'Does he?' Sihtric scoffed and raised his eyebrows. 

You tried to hide your smile when you saw how he hid his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw while he let the mother continue her rant. Which became rapidly more rude and hostile on her side.

'Okay, okay,' you interfered, 'look, Aelswith-'

'It is Lady Aelswith!' her shrill voice snapped at you, 'do not forget I am married to the descendant of a king.'

You looked at her, emotionless, which Sihtric apparently thought was funny because he snorted.

'Forgive me, Lady,' you sighed and rolled your eyes, which she didn't see because she was busy giving Sihtric a nasty look. But Sihtric caught your reaction and it did something to him. He liked you. He already liked you the first time he saw you, but he had tried to keep you off his mind. Which turned out to be not that easy. And he had to admit he was quite happy that Cynlaef had given him a reason to see you again. And without thinking, he crossed his arms, causing Lady Aelswith to see his bruised hands.

'Like father like son,' she muttered, to which Sihtric's eyes seemed to darken for a moment.

'I guess that goes for your boy too,' Sihtric snapped back.

Lady Aelswith gasped offended and you quickly interfered before it could escalate again.

'We will talk to Cynlaef about it, I promise,' you calmed her down, 'I already made Cynlaef apologise to Edward, and they seem fine. It wasn't too serious, but I agree,' you glared at Sihtric, who looked at you with his cheeky smile, 'there will need to be a word about his behaviour.'

Sihtric squinted his eyes lightly at you, sensing you weren't just talking about his son's behaviour, and he licked his lips as he looked away from you.

'It will not happen again, Lady,' you said to the mother, who had trembling hands as you walked her out of the classroom. You reassured her that it will be resolved once again in the hallway before she finally left. When you walked back in the classroom you saw Sihtric leaned on your desk, arms crossed, with an amused smile gracing his face.

'It's Lady Aelswith,' he mocked.

'It's not funny,' you said, trying to hold your laugh as you walked over to him.

'It is a little,' he grinned, making you chuckle.

'You just had to provoke her, didn't you?' you pointed at his hands as you sat across from him.

'Honestly,' Sihtric smiled, 'it was not my intention. I didn't think about it.'

'Sure,' you shook your head with a smile and your eyes trailed down to his bruises again.

'Looks pretty bad, no?' you said a little more serious.

'It's fine,' Sihtric stood up, showing you his hands, 'nothing serious.'

'Are you sure?' You got up and took his hands in yours without thinking, inspecting his bruises, 'I mean some of them are rather fresh looking.'

'Maybe,' Sihtric said softly as he looked down at you. And when you looked up at him, his face was only inches away from yours.

'Why do you do that to yourself?' your voice showed a little hurt.

'To feel something,' he shrugged lightly.

'That is not the way to go about it,' you smiled weakly at him, 'there are other ways to make yourself feel something.'

'Are there?' Sihtric asked softly as he pulled you a little closer.

'There are, I promise,' you smiled shyly.

'But what if I am afraid those ways might end up hurting me more?'

His eyes darted between your eyes and your lips as he leaned in closer.

'Then you will never know if those ways may end up not hurting you,' you almost whispered as he cupped your cheek with one hand while his other hand settled on your waist. And you felt his breath on your face for a short moment until he captured you into a soft, sensual kiss. 

And the feeling of his tongue against your lips and in your mouth was something you needed more of, and you couldn't help but tug at his sleeveless shirt as he held you tighter, gradually deepening the kiss, much to both of your pleasure. Your hands ran up his chest, onto his neck and into his hair when he moved his rough hand down from your cheek to your neck, while his other hand slowly slid from your waist to your hip, holding you in an eager and firm grip as both your breaths were slowly turning into soft moans.

'Daddy!' Cynlaef suddenly shouted happily.

You pulled away from Sihtric as fast as you could, both clearing your throats and wiping your lips as the kid ran into the classroom. The little boy jumped in Sihtric's arms and, luckily, the boy was too young to fully grasp that his father had just kissed his teacher. You looked away with red cheeks while Cynlaef distracted Sihtric, or so you thought. Sure, the kid was tugging Sihtric's hair, much to his annoyance, but that didn't mean he wasn't looking at you anymore.

'I- I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, and his whole energy changed abruptly, 'I shouldn't have done that.' He shook his head as he looked down. 'I'm sorry,' he said again as he walked to the door, 'I… it's…this is not a good idea.'

'Bye bye!' Cynlaef yelled to you with a smile when Sihtric walked away. 

You sat down behind your desk and buried your face in your hands. Making out with a father? In your classroom? Of course this was not a good idea. But you didn't regret it. And you definitely liked the man.

The next Monday it was your turn to make sure all the children got picked up by their parents. After you waved them goodbye one by one, there were eventually only a handful of children left. One of them being Cynlaef, who said he would be picked up by his uncle, so you didn't expect to see Sihtric stepping out of the car. You felt yourself blush instantly and picked up Cynlaef so he wouldn't run across the street upon seeing his dad.

'Hi,' you smiled at Sihtric as you put Cynlaef back on his feet, who clung onto Sihtric's leg right away.

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled politely, brushing one hand through his long hair before he took a deep breath. It seemed as if he wanted to say something, but instead he just picked up Cynlaef, and wished you a good day before he got back to his car. Which simply didn't sit well with you.

You: I'm sorry to text you like this, but I just hope things aren't going to be awkward now every time we see each other at school

Sihtric: you don't have to worry about that

You: okay… because you weren't really talking today. Just making sure we're good.

Sihtric: I'm just a little tired today

Sihtric: and it was just a kiss

Sihtric: it didn't mean anything

Sihtric: it was a mistake on my end and I'm sorry

Sihtric: won't happen again

You: well… that's cleared up then

Several weeks had passed since the kiss and Sihtric had made it clear it really didn't mean anything to him. He would greet you when he'd pick up Cynlaef every day, but that was all. Except his eyes always lingered on you, and you just didn't understand what his problem was. After a few days of awkward hellos and goodbyes you started to avoid him and asked a colleague to see off the children for a few weeks.

But you'd have to face Sihtric soon again anyway, as you were only a few days away from another round of parent and teacher conversations. And of course, Cynlaef also decided to throw another punch at Edward again just before the weekend started, which forced you to have another word with Sihtric even before the conversation next week.

You: Cynlaef punched Edward again. Talk after school.

Sihtric: will the Lady be there?

You: no

Sihtric: good

You had no idea what he meant with that, but you also didn't care to ask. You reminded yourself it had just been a kiss. It meant nothing. It was just a silly kiss. A good kiss, though. A more passionate kiss than anyone had ever given you, even the few long term boyfriends you've been with had never kissed you in the way Sihtric had. But it meant nothing and you had to forget about it. 

Cynlaef sat at your desk, looking guilty as charged when his father showed up. And you immediately understood why he had asked if Lady Aelswith would be there. He was dressed in black denim jeans, black leather boots and a comfy looking grey hoodie. His hair was braided and his face sported several bruises; a cut lip, a cut eyebrow, a bruise on his cheek and the remainder of what had been a black eye.

'Daddy!' Cynlaef giggled, rocking on the chair, 'look,' Cynlaef smiled at you and pointed at Sihtric's face, not understanding the injuries, 'my daddy has paint on his face but it won't wash off.'

'Oh my god,' you said and jumped up as Sihtric walked into your classroom. You turned to the child and said, 'Cynlaef, go play outside for a little while, okay, honey?' to which the kid happily obliged and he ran out past his father, who didn't stop him. But Sihtric sighed as he expected to be told off for his appearance as well as his son's behaviour.

He stood in the middle of the classroom while you walked after Cynlaef, closing the door behind the kid and you quickly closed the blinds.

'Sihtric,' you said, calmly but worried as you rushed over to him. And you couldn't stop yourself from taking his hands, seeing those were bruised again as well, 'Sihtric, what on earth are you doing?'

'Nothing,' he played it down and pulled his hands back, 'just working out.'

'You have to stop this,' you sighed, 'I know I can't tell you what to do in your personal life, but showing up like this to pick up your child… it's not a good look. It will raise concern among the other parents and my colleagues too.'

'I don't care,' Sihtric said firmly.

'But I care,' you hissed, 'and I am concerned about you. I mean, look at you,' you gently cupped his bruised cheek, which he allowed and closed his eyes to your soft touch, 'stop getting yourself beat up.'

'I'm not the one who got beat up,' he chuckled lightly, 'you should see the other guy.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed, 'I'm serious. What will it take for you to stop being this reckless?'

He shrugged lightly, clenching his jaw as he looked away from you and took a step back.

'I just want my life back,' he said, 'peace and quiet, just me and my son, without my bitch of an ex wife going after everything I got. How else am I supposed to deal with that bullshit if not this way?' he hissed and immediately regretted his words. 'I'm sorry,' he clicked his tongue and rubbed his eyes, 'just… tell me what Cynlaef did so I can go home.' 

You shook your head and let out a sigh, 'No, I can't just let this happen. I can't sleep at night knowing that one of my students has a father who continuously fights, whether it is in the gym or not, and to know that the kid doesn't have a stable home because "that bitch of an ex wife" changed the locks!' you snarled, and as soon as the words had left your mouth you knew you had said too much.

'Who told you that?' Sihtric asked, heated, as he took a step closer, 'what do you know about that? Hm? Has she been here?'

'What? No! She hasn't,' you looked up into his eyes as he towered over you, 'Finan told me. A while ago already. I never did anything with the information, I never reported it but-'

'And you wish to report it now?' he scoffed, 'fine. Go ahead. Ruin the rest of my life too,' he shrugged, 'let someone take my child away from me. Like I fucking care,' he snapped, 'you're right! I am shit at being a dad, a complete fuck up, and that's what I learned from my father!'

'Calm down,' you hissed as quietly as you could and you grabbed his arms, 'yell any louder and I will have to report it.'

'Go and report it,' Sihtric dared you as he leaned in to you, 'and report that I kissed you too, I'm sure that will help your case.'

'Why on earth would I mention that?' you clenched your jaw and took a deep breath, 'you need to listen to me right now,' you said firmly, 'this behaviour of yours needs to stop. I am not out to take your boy away from you. I want the opposite! I see how you love him and care for him and that you need him. And I do not understand why you are making such a mess of yourself!'

'Maybe because no one loves me, or cares about me, or needs me!' Sihtric shouted, suddenly looking vulnerable.

'Cynlaef loves you,' you said, taken aback, 'he cares about you and he needs you.'

'He does not. How could he? I can't even let him sleep in his own bed.'

'He does! Whatever your ex has done to you, you have to let it go. Because if you don't, it will destroy your life. Forget about her and the past you had together. It is done! Don't punish yourself for her behaviour! And don't punish your child because of her behaviour.'

'You don't understand,' he said.

'You're right, I don't! I have never been divorced, or married for that matter, but all I see is a tormented, handsome man who is the father of a sweet little boy, who clearly loves you,' you cupped his cheeks, 'do not fuck that up, Sihtric. You have no right to do that.'

Sihtric looked at you for a few long seconds before he slammed his lips into yours. But this time the kiss wasn't slow and sensual like when he first kissed you a few weeks ago. This time it was rough, angry and heated, and he had to break the kiss after a short moment before it would go too far.

'And you have no right to keep me up at night,' Sihtric said, and he immediately turned and walked away. Leaving you behind flustered and in mild shock. And you didn't even get to talk about Cynlaef's punch to poor Edward's face.

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It was already quite late that Friday, and you kept going back and forth with the thought of texting Sihtric about Cynlaef. You really just wanted Sihtric's attention because you had a crappy night, after a falling out with Lady Aelswith on the phone earlier that evening, and you needed that dopamine rush he seemed to give you. And he was just cute as hell. And a good kisser. But as it was nearing 10 in the evening, you weren't sure if you should do it. Until you accidentally hit send on a sentence you had written and wanted to erase.

You: we never got to talk about Cynlaef's behaviour, you really need to have a word with h

'Oh, fuck!' you yelled, and before you could delete the message you saw Sihtric was already typing.

Sihtric: I will, you have my word

You felt relieved that he answered, and rather quickly too, so you just went for it.

You: thank you

You: because I am tired of sweet talking the Lady to make her forget about it

Sihtric: you sweet talk the Lady?

You: I bet you find that very amusing

Sihtric: I may or may not…

You: just talk to your kid okay?

Sihtric: I will

You: and don't forget about the conversation next week!

Sihtric: I won't

You: and say hi to Cynlaef for me :) 

Sihtric: I will not

Sihtric: he's asleep already

Sihtric: I hope at least

You: you don't know if your son is asleep?

Sihtric: no, I mean that I'm not home 

You: don't tell me you're at the gym again…

Sihtric: I won't tell you

You: really………

Sihtric: but 

Sihtric: I was wondering

Sihtric: is there any chance that maybe

Sihtric: I get to kiss you again before the conversation?

Sihtric: or can I only kiss you during working hours?

You: yes

You: business hours only, sorry

You: unless 

Sihtric: unless?

You: you wish to bring me some chocolate right now

You: because I had a shit night, and I'm out of chocolate

Sihtric: text me your address 

---

About half an hour after you had texted Sihtric your address, he rang your doorbell, holding quite a variety of chocolate bars. His hair was loose and still wet, giving away he showered recently. He was wearing black sweatpants, white sneakers and the tank top with low sides, which you secretly liked so much because it showed his toned arms and part of his torso.

'I didn't know what kind you liked so,' Sihtric said and paused, looking at the ridiculous amount of chocolate bars in his arms, 'I got all of them.'

'So, is there anything you like?' Sihtric asked, a little worried as you both stared at the collection of chocolate on your table.

'Oh,' you snorted and felt your cheeks redden, 'well, eh, get inside and we'll see what you got.'

'Hm,' you hummed, 'yeah, most of them,' you smiled at him.

'Oh, thank the gods,' Sihtric chuckled and he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, 'so,' he spoke slowly, 'does that mean I get to kiss you?'

'That entirely depends on how you are planning to behave afterwards,' you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

'Yeah,' he blushed lightly as he rubbed his arm awkwardly, 'I haven't been on my best behaviour with you. I'm sorry. It's just,' he paused to brush his hands through his damp hair and he groaned lightly, 'I'm afraid.'

'Afraid?' you frowned, 'of what? Surely not me I hope?' you chuckled.

'No, well, yes,' Sihtric sighed, 'I- I like you. But after everything… you know… It's… I'm just afraid to get hurt again,' he said, nervously pulling at the hair tie around his wrist.

'Oh, Sihtric,' you smiled softly and walked towards him, 'I understand that,' you took his hands, 'but why didn't you just tell me that right away? I mean, first you kiss me, which was great by the way,' you both chuckled, 'but after that you barely talked to me. Then you almost fight with me, and then you kiss me again. What was I supposed to make of that?'

'I know, I know,' Sihtric said and threw his head back with a sigh, 'I've been an idiot,' he said and looked back down into your eyes, 'it's just also, you know, being a single dad… doesn't make it easier.'

'But you know I like your kid,' you smiled, 'don't use him as an excuse for your stupidity.'

'I know,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but tell me, how can I make it up?'

'Well,' you looked over at the stack of chocolate with a grin, 'I guess you already did.'

'Did I?' he smiled as he leaned in, 'so, does that mean I get to kiss you now?'

'Oh, I'm not sure,' you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

'You're not sure?' Sihtric wrapped his strong arms around your waist with a cheeky smile.

'Hm, no,' you giggled as Sihtric nuzzled your nose softly, after which he pecked your lips gently.

'And now?'

'Still not sure,' you said, making Sihtric smile against your lips before he kissed you like the first time he had kissed you. Slow, sweet and sensual as he picked you up in his arms with ease to sit you down on your table, where he positioned himself in between your legs and leaned his hands on the table as he looked into your eyes.

'What about now?' he asked with a smile.

'I'm thinking maybe,' you giggled, before he gave you a soft kiss again.

'Maybe?' Sihtric smiled, kissing you once more, 'just maybe?'

'What time do you have to go home?' you asked as you tugged his shirt.

'Finan doesn't expect me until tomorrow night, my boy's with him,' he spoke softly and took your hands, sliding them under his shirt, onto his muscular body.

'Where did you tell him you'd go?' you felt dizzy at the feeling of his abs under your fingertips.

'The gym, I was there when you texted me. I had just finished a workout,' Sihtric said, biting down on his lip as he felt your cool hands on his warm skin, 'I stay over there some nights, when I just need to clear my head and be alone.'

'And you don't want to be alone tonight?'

'No,' Sihtric smiled as he placed his hands on your waist, 'tonight I just want to feel something.'

'Only tonight?'

'No,' he said again and shook his head, 'I was hoping you'd want to make me feel something that isn't temporary,' he kissed you soft and slowly, 'something that is more permanent,' he smiled and kissed you again, 'but won't leave me with any more scars or bruises.'

'I'd like that,' you smiled, before you allowed him to push you gently down onto the table as he climbed on top of you, where he would kiss you so passionately, you became dizzy and had to ask him to stop for a moment. You needed to eat a few pieces of chocolate, because you needed a sugar rush to keep you from fainting once you continued to both make each other feel something, which was only just the start of your lives together.

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 6)

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y/ndevils00 HAPPY REGULAR SEASON!!!

WELCOME BACK TO THE SPECIAL EDITION: JACK HUGHES SHOW!

OUR MIGHTY FINE DEVILS WON 4-3 AGAINST THE MICHIGAN BIRDS!

tonight, my beloved, apparent bad boy, got TWO goals, but more importantly TWO penalties!! i love when he does good things, but i love when he does bad things even more!! even if the first penalty WAS a bit of a chintzy call, i still loved seeing him locked up 🥰

my favorite autumn tree got his first goal of the season tonight, and i couldn’t be prouder! you go, ginger snap!

my sweet bratt also got a penalty for interference, which makes no sense to me, and obviously not to him either- but alas, we persevered!

and last, but certainly not least, UNCLE HAULA-HOOP GOT AN EMPTY NET GOAL, WHICH SECURED OUR WIN!! THANK YOU, HAULA BACK GAL!

p.s. i’m sorry to Ellen, who i accidentally ditched to get a picture of her son in the bad boy box, and who also might’ve heard me call him a naughty slut— she laughed, but i think i saw a part of her die inside

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jackhughes did you seriously post a photo of me COMMITTING MY PENALTY?

y/ndevils00 you chose violence. i love it. 👁️🫦👁️

trevorzegras hey those emojis look exactly like you

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I WAS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP

dougieham autumn tree?

dougieham wait, hold on, i got this….

dougieham trees are tall and their leaves turn red and orange in autumn. i am tall and a ginger (red/orange)! therefore, me = autumn tree

y/ndevils00 YOU DID IT!! 🥹 i think i’m even prouder now than for your goal!

john.marino97 no me? no dawson?

dawson1417 yeah, no us?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i have two words, eight letters.

dawson1417 “love y’all” ?

john.marino97 forgive him, he’s new to this

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 DO BETTER

dawson1417 oh :( but you DO love us, right?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 duh, obviously

user26 DEVILS ARE SO BACK

jesperbratt i didn’t do anything 🙁

y/ndevils00 i know you didn’t, my little swedish meatball! I’LL FIX THIS!

jackhughes no you won’t

y/ndevils00 no i won’t :(

ehaula i’ve missed you, niece!! and unfortunately your puns too

y/ndevils00 IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!! MWAHAHAHA

ehaula was that your evil laugh?

y/ndevils00 yeh

ehaula it was adorable

y/ndevils00 😠

ehaula @/kristen.haula isn’t she cute?!

kristen.haula our niece 🥹

user83 I WANNA BE HIS MOUTHGUARD

y/ndevils00 me first!

jackhughes why

elblue6 i promise, i didn’t die inside! call him a slut all you want!

jackhughes MOM?

y/ndevils00 you are my only true supporter, Ellen 🫶

nicohischier you didn’t call me any names! i used to pray for times like these

y/ndevils00 only because i didn’t get a picture fast enough of you bent over like me in the bedroom

jackhughes why do you say these things

nicohischier please stop talking

y/ndevils00 never. 🗣️ SLUT 🗣️

lhughes_06 i made it out unscathed 🙏

y/ndevils00 you wish

lhughes_06 wait, what?

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y/ndevils00 i was so happy to meet so many of your wonderful faces on the red carpet!

i was just there to do my job (taking pictures of my boyfriend! god i love my job!) but so many of you asked for pictures with ME and it made my heart feel so full!

i never thought that accepting this job would mean finding a boyfriend, a brother (two! actually!), two amazing best friends, and apparently a family of supporters! i’m so grateful to have the opportunity to make a lifetime of memories with this amazing team!

go devils! but most importantly, go devils fans! this wouldn’t be possible without y’all!

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user19 i’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re the one to thank for Jack’s new hair, in which case THANK YOU 🙏🫶

y/ndevils00 you’d be correct 😈 YOU’RE SO WELCOME

jackhughes ya know, I’M the one who went and got my haircut

y/ndevils00 yeah, after i played subliminal messages in your ears at night, telling you that you should go and get it cut

jackhughes you what?

y/ndevils00 you look so handsome, babygirl!

lhughes_06 my squishy!

y/ndevils00 MY SMUSH!

lhughes_06 you looked radiant tonight

y/ndevils00 aww, well you looked quite dashing, yourself!

lhughes_06 my sister ❤️

jackhughes she’s in the closet

trevorzegras she came out?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I’M CRYING, YOU IDIOT! i’m in the physical closet, not the metaphorical one!

trevorzegras oh! my b, bro

dawson1417 THAT’S ME!

y/ndevils00 that’s you!!

dawson1417 i’m also grateful you have this opportunity and that you took this job btw

y/ndevils00 THIS POST WAS NEVER MEANT TO MAKE *ME* CRY

dawson1417 please don’t cry, i’ll bring you a churro tomorrow?

y/ndevils00 suddenly my tears are gone

jackhughes no they’re not

dawson1417 @/jackhughes i’ll bring her a churro anyways

user73 I MET YOU!!! you’re so sweet, and gorgeous! i think i was even more excited to meet you than Jack!

y/ndevils00 ME? LOOK AT YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL!

jackhughes i feel like i should feel offended, but somehow i’m not because i’d be excited to meet dove too

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re so obsessed with me

user39 JOHN PICS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ THANK YOU, Y/N!!

jackhughes my beautiful, crazy girl ♥️ i’m thankful everyday that you accepted this job and that you accepted the title of my girlfriend

y/ndevils00 aw, i love you to pluto, my sweet boy ♥️

y/ndevils00 p.s. if you’re so thankful, you should think about changing my title 🥰

jackhughes moments over

y/ndevils00 I’M JUST SAYING

_quinnhughes you didn’t hear it from me…. but he’s definitely thought about changing it

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes you’re my new favorite hughes

_quinnhughes i wasn’t already?

y/ndevils00 well, you were, and then luke bought me pizza

_quinnhughes pizza? PIZZA is all it takes?!

y/ndevils00 please captain huggy, have mercy on me, i was starving and your middle brother was trying to feed me chicken that wasn’t tenders or nuggets

john.marino97 grateful for you and the way you push me to d* b*tter ❤️

y/ndevils00 did you just censor “do better” ?

john.marino97 it’s given me ptdbs

y/ndevils00 ?

y/ndevils00 wait— “post traumatic do better syndrome”

y/ndevils00 i’m so smart 🥰

john.marino97 yes, you are! such a smart girl!

y/ndevils00 that feels like sarcasm but i’m gonna ignore it