#p 5383

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JOHN: sorry buddy. as the age old saying goes, you snooze, you lose. TAVROS: i NEVER HEARD THAT AGE OLD SAYING, iN MY CULTURE, sO, fUCK YOUR LINGUAL HERITAGE, aND GIVE ME THE RING, JOHN: why were you even asleep?

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[kckt88]

Let It Be Me I.

Summary:

Aemond and Y.N have been best friends for years, and as they approach 30 years old, Y.N decides that she wants to be a mother, so Aemond volunteers his services.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Alternating POV, Masturbation, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5383.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

"Y.N, I understand your desire to become a mother, but using a stranger as a sperm donor-it just doesn't sit right with me," Aemond said, his voice laced with concern. "Why not consider asking a friend instead? Someone you know and trust?"

Y.N furrowed her brow, considering Aemond's suggestion. "You know, I did speak to Aegon yesterday" she admitted quietly. "He offered to help."

Aemond's heart sank at the mention of his older brother. While Aegon was undoubtedly kind-hearted, the thought of Y.N having a child with him filled Aemond with a sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't right.

Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Y.N, please-don't go to Aegon. Don't go to anyone else. I-I'll do it."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locking with Aemond's. "What do you mean?"

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I mean-I'll be the father; we are best friends, and we know each other, and I’ll always be around so you’d have support”.

Y.N's breath caught in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. She had never imagined Aemond would make such a bold offer. Yet, as she looked into his eye, she saw the sincerity and love reflected there.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she reached out to grasp Aemond's hand. "Aemond, are you sure? This is a huge decision."

Aemond nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I've never been surer of anything in my life”.

“I-I guess we could try it, at least this way the baby would have their father around” replied Y.N smiling.

“So, when do you want to do this?” asked Aemond.

“Next week-it’s supposed to be my most fertile week” replied Y.N.

“Ok-is there anything I need to do to make sure everything goes smoothly?”

“I think it would be a good idea for both of us to abstain from sex with other people, until I manage to get pregnant-“

“-Not exactly an issue for me, I haven’t been with anyone since Alys-” muttered Aemond.

“Me either, I’ve not been with anyone since Jace” uttered Y.N.

Aemond grimaced at the mention of his nephew’s name, if he didn’t hate Jace before he certainly did when he started dating Y.N.

It drove Aemond insane having to listen to that bastard fucking Y.N, he spent many nights wishing it was him instead of Jace.

Not even the woman he brought back and fucked into the mattress could sway his mind away from Y.N, they’d met at university and became friends after an unfortunate incident which led Y.N tripping over and accidently throwing coffee all over him.

He normally would have raged at the stupidity of it all, but the moment he finished wiping himself off and saw those blue eyes he was done for.

Her sweet soft voice apologising to him profusely, but he wasn’t listening he just couldn’t stop staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Looking back, he should have obeyed his first instinct and asked her out on a date, but he feared that she would reject him, as most women usually did due to the huge scar marring his face, so he settled for friendship instead and never thought to move beyond that boundary even though he wanted to, as the years went by and their friendship grew, he now feared that he would lose Y.N as a friend if he ever dared to reveal his feelings, so he kept them hidden.

He'd rather have Y.N as a friend than not have her at all.

They moved in together after university, she became part of his family, and it was like she’d always been there. His mother loved her, his father never really paid much attention to anyone or anything unless it was about his firstborn child, his darling Rhaenyra who could do no wrong, Aegon the man whore of course tried it on with her, but she quickly rebuffed him, which made Aemond love her even more, Helaena took to her immediately which was nice as it was hard for his sweet sister to make friends, and Daeron liked her too.

Everything was perfect, except it wasn’t because he wanted her, and he was too afraid to tell her.

Even getting involved with other women was an issue as he would always end up comparing them to Y.N and they would never last long, until Alys.

She was older than him, and Aemond liked that. At first things were great between them, he fell in love with her, and he felt for the first time that he could move on from Y.N but the mask slipped, and Alys began to show her true colours. Aemond would like to say he got out of that shit as soon as it started but he didn’t, he was a fool blinded by love and his cock and it wasn’t until his sister and Y.N joined forces to make him see sense, that he was finally able to escape the praying mantis that was Alys.

As always Y.N was there helping him through it, supporting him and providing words of comfort until she brought that twat of his nephew home. It turned out that whilst he was with Alys, Y.N had started something up with Jace.

Dalton, Jason and Cregan were bad enough but Jace, gods above it rankled Aemond to no end to have to see that bastard sauntering around his apartment.

More than once he found his hands drifting towards the knives, just one slip that’s all it would take. But then he’d most likely get done for murder and it wasn’t worth the hassle.

So, Aemond had to resign himself to misery every time Y.N was with Jace, but as always it didn’t last long and it pleased Aemond no end when Jace was given the boot.

Like him, Y.N could never find anyone to settle down with and she eventually gave up.

But there was a sadness in Y.N, and Aemond knew she wanted so desperately to be married and have a family as she didn’t have anything to do with her own and as much as Aemond would fold to the ground quicker than a deck of cards if he ever thought he could get away with asking her to marry him, agreeing to father her child was the next best thing.

And that’s how Aemond found himself a week after he’d made his offer, masturbating in the bathroom.

He was no stranger to self-pleasure, he’d fucked his fist many times to the thought of Y.N, but doing it like this felt weird, he would never admit it, but it did take longer than usual to rouse himself, perhaps it was because it wasn’t something that occurred naturally, Normally he’d wake up with his cock hard and throbbing other times it would happen if he saw Y.N in her short p.js or those damn lycra leggings she was fond of wearing whenever she worked out.

One time her nearly blew his load when he saw her emerge from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, the water droplets still clinging to her-

“SHIT” moaned Aemond, as the need for release quickly shot across his abdomen.

Where was it? that damn pot thingy she gave him. He had to put his seed in there, and then he would hand it to her, and she would disappear off to her bedroom and put his seed inside herself-

“FUUUCCCCKK” roared Aemond only just managing to position the pot to catch his seed in time.

It seemed to go on forever, the jolt of pleasure running through him as he cock pulsed and released endless ropes of seed.

After he washed his hands and cleaned himself up, Aemond took hold of the pot and left the bathroom, Y.N was sitting on the sofa with her earphones in.

“Thank the fuck christ for that” muttered Aemond, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of Y.N listening to him masturbate, although the thought did make his cock stir in his sweatpants.

“Aemond-is everything ok?” asked Y.N as she pulled out her earphones.

“It’s fine-I guess I should give you this” replied Aemond as he handed her the pot.

“Yes-thank you. I-I’ll be back in a moment,” said Y.N as she quickly disappeared into her bedroom.

Not knowing exactly what to do with himself, Aemond sat on the sofa and thumbed through one of the magazines on the coffee table.

“Tips for women: how to bag your secret crush-what a crock of shit” Aemond as he threw the magazine in the bin.

A few minutes later Y.N emerged from her bedroom, carrying the empty pot in her hand, the knowledge that his seed was now inside her made his cock respond in earnest.

Fuck-he needed to get to his bedroom and fast.

“Is everything ok?” asked Y.N a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

“F-fine, I just need to go to my room. I forgot my phone. Waiting for a work call” exclaimed Aemond as he darted out the room.

The irritated voice of Y.N carrying through the flat when she saw the magazine in the bin.

“Hey-I was reading that”.

As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, Y.N and Aemond embarked on the process of conceiving a child with optimism and excitement.

However, as time passed without any signs of success, their initial enthusiasm gave way to frustration and disappointment. Month after month, they meticulously tracked Y.N's cycle, timed their efforts with precision, and yet, each negative pregnancy test felt like a crushing blow.

One evening, as they sat together in the dim glow of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken fears hung heavy in the air. Y.N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she voiced the thoughts that had been haunting her for weeks.

"Aemond, what if there's something wrong with me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

Aemond's heart clenched at the pain in Y.N's voice, his own fears mirroring hers. "Y.N, don't say that" he replied, his voice laced with emotion. "There's nothing wrong with you. We just-haven't been lucky yet, that's all."

But Y.N couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if her body was somehow failing her if she was somehow unworthy of the gift of motherhood.

"I know we've only been trying for a few months, but-what if it never happens?" Y.N's voice trembled with the weight of her insecurities.

Aemond reached out, gently cupping Y.N's face in his hands, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Y.N, listen to me. We're in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we'll face it together. And if we need to seek help, then we'll do it. But we're not giving up, not now, not ever."

"Guys, I don't know what to do," Aemond admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "Y.N and I have been trying for months, and-nothing. Not even a hint of a positive test."

Aegon leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe you're going about it the wrong way," he teased, earning a sceptical glance from Daeron. "Perhaps you should try it the natural way."

Aemond's cheeks flushed crimson at Aegon's suggestion, his embarrassment evident. "Aegon, come on. This is serious," he protested, though a small part of him couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's audacity.

Daeron rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense of decorum," he remarked dryly, though a smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Or maybe little brother’s just insecure that he’s shooting blanks, what are you nearly thirty and not one accident-with anyone” laughed Aegon as he took a swig of beer.

“Just because you’ve got fuck knows how many kids to god knows how many different women, doesn’t mean were all like that, I’ve never fucked a women raw, I always used protection” replied Aemond.

“Your not still pissed I offered her my load are you-I was only joking, well kind of-“

“-Aegon seriously. I hate it when you talk like that. Grow up” snapped Daeron.

“Ooo hark at Mr prim and proper over here, anyone would think you had a thing for Y.N”.

“No-as lovely as Y.N is she’s not my type,” said Daeron.

“What is your type?” asked Aegon.

“Men-“ said Aemond firmly.

“-I thought you liked women?” quipped Aegon.

“I’m pansexual-I’m attracted to whoever regardless of their gender or how they identify”.

“Isn’t that what Helaena is?” mused Aegon.

“No, she’s asexual, which means no sexual attraction to others” said Aemond.

“So, hang on, if your attracted to anyone, then why isn’t Y.N your type?” asked Aegon.

“Because she’s my friend and I don’t think of her in that way-“ retorted Daeron.

“Unlike captain slow over here, dude is down so bad he literally offers to father his best friends child” snarked Aegon.

“You should really tell her Aemond-“

“-What? And ruin the friendship, I can’t do that. I can’t lose what we have” replied Aemond downing his glass of whisky and grimacing at the afterburn.

“Have you not considered that she might feel the way?” asked Daeron.

“What? No” muttered Aemond.

“Look listen to your big brother-go home and suggest that you try making the baby the natural way, all this methodically planned shit is clearly causing stress, which isn’t good for either of you-so maybe fucking each other and having an orgasm or two may help”.

“What if she says no” mused Aemond.

“If she does then we’ve always got a spare room for you-“

“-Not fucking funny” snapped Aemond.

“Just make the suggestion-let her make the choice,” said Daeron.

“Ok-but if she says no then expect another roommate” muttered Aemond.

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have with Y.N. As they sat together in the quiet comfort of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken desires hung heavy in the air.

"Y.N, I've been thinking," Aemond began, his voice tentative yet resolute. "Maybe-maybe we've been going about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of focusing so much on timing and tracking, we should-try things more naturally."

Y.N's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching Aemond's face for clarity. "What do you mean, Aemond?"

Aemond hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the swirling emotions that churned within him. "I mean-maybe we could try having sex with each other”

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at Aemond's words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She had spent countless nights secretly yearning for Aemond, yet the fear of ruining their friendship had kept her from confessing her true feelings.

"Aemond, I-I don't want to risk our friendship," Y.N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if-what if this changes everything between us?"

Aemond reached out, gently taking Y.N's hand in his own, his gaze soft yet determined. "Y.N, our friendship means everything to me and if you decide that we should just continue trying as we have been then I will respect your decision”.

Y.N sat quiet for a moment as she thought about what Aemond had suggested, clearly what they were already doing wasn’t working but maybe this could.

Gods she had been in love with Aemond ever since she’d tripped and thrown her coffee all over him. Features so sharp it looked like he’d been carved by the gods themselves, his singular eye was a shade of blue that she had never seen before, he was so beautiful. Initially his face had been twisted in anger and annoyance but then it softened and relaxed.

Admittedly she was left feeling disappointed that he’d not asked her out, and her shyness prevented her from asking him, so she settled for the friendship that blossomed between them.

Having no family of her own, she became part of his and it was truly wonderful. His mother Alicent, wow her curly auburn hair was incredible was quite nice, his father was disinterested and looked like he could play an extra from night of the living dead, his older brother Aegon had more kids than she had hot dinners was a bit of a cheeky chancer but nothing she couldn’t handle, his sister Helaena was sweet and whimsical in a way that warmed her heart and Daeron he was sensible and funny.

But she was a coward, too scared to tell Aemond how she felt, the possibility of ruining their friendship was heartbreaking but it was also the potential loss of his family that added to her reluctance.

Being alone for along time, you think you’re ok with it, just going through the motions but once you experience that closeness you truly realise how alone you are, and it saddened her deeply.

Aemond didn’t seem interested in her in that way, judging from all the women he fucked, at first, she tried to ignore it but then she thought why not take a leaf out of his book and get involved with someone.

Admittedly though giving her virginity to Dalton Greyjoy was a mistake, he barely lasted and to get through it she had to fantasise about Aemond, then there was Jason Lannister, he was a bit better but still a selfish prick.

Cregan Stark was a very giving lover, he never left her wanting, the only problem was that he wasn’t Aemond, and inevitably the relationship didn’t last long.

Then Aemond met her. Alys fucking Rivers. You’d think older would mean more mature, but no she was about as mature as the cheese you would find in the fridge, the blue veiny kind that smelled like feet.

It broke her heart to see Aemond so happy, but there wasn’t much she could do, and she would often escape their apartment whenever Alys was around and cry on Helaena’s shoulder.

Aemond’s sweet sister knew of her feelings for Aemond and often provided a welcome distraction from the disgusting display Alys would often make as she draped herself all over Aemond every chance she got, and their friendship wasn’t as close when she was around.

But then things started to go wrong, and Alys revealed her true self. The lies, the emotional and verbal abuse, even the cheating. But Aemond kept going back to her, time and time again, until one day she and Helaena took it upon themselves to sort that bitch out.

Helaena was the one who talked sense into Aemond and Y.N took great pleasure in giving her a good slap before throwing her out of the apartment.

Things seemed back to normal after that, until Y.N had to tell Aemond that she was involved with his nephew Jace.

If Aemond could have gritted his teeth any harder then he would have broken his jaw, the thing with Jace had initially started when Aemond was dating Alys, and Y.N understood that there maybe issues given that it was Jace’s younger brother Luke who cost Aemond his eye when they were children, but she was lonely and just needed a distraction from her feelings.

Although his posture and hair cut were atrocious, Jace was nice enough, but once again she kept comparing him to Aemond and then began to feel weird about Jace being his nephew and eventually it came to an end.

After one dating disaster after another, Y.N resigned herself to being single forever. Which saddened her deeply, she wanted to get married she wanted children. So, one day she decided why not be a mother, she had a steady job and enough savings, that maybe she could do it on her own. People used sperm banks all the time, so why couldn’t she.

Helaena was supportive and suggested asking someone she knew first, admittedly asking Aegon was a mistake, but it was a request made out of the fact that not only did she know Aegon but due to all his children, she knew his soldiers were marching, it was just the idea of tying herself to him as so many others had done which changed her mind.

So, sperm bank it was, at least they did the necessary checks, but in the end, she had no need for it as Aemond offered to father her child.

As surprising as it was, she was not opposed to the idea. Aemond was after all her best friend and she trusted him beyond all measure, so she accepted his offer.

Explaining the mechanics of the offer to Aemond had been mortifying, especially when she presented him with the pot, he would put his seed in.

Listening to him masturbate in the bathroom though had been a treat, his groans of frustration filtered through the apartment and if Y.N was brave she would have offered to help him, but she was a coward, so she put her earphones in, not like that helped much as the noise he made when he came, made her stomach flutter and her core clench.

When he handed her the pot, his cheeks were tinged pink and fuck he was still hard, she could see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants.

She excused herself, went to her room and did what she needed to do, when she emerged Aemond was hovering in the living room, his eye blown wide and his cheeks red.

Fuck his cock was straining hard against the fabric of his sweatpants, Y.N couldn’t help but move closer to him, but when she asked if he was ok, he seem startled and raced off to his room, going on about his mobile.

“Ok-now where is my-“ muttered Y.N as she looked for her magazine, only to see it in the bin. That fucker had thrown it away.

Over the next few weeks, they continued with their arrangement, but it wasn’t working. No pregnancy ever materialized, and she began to feel like there was something wrong with her, but Aemond supported her and promised that they weren’t going to give up.

She never imagined not giving up would result in him suggesting they try to conceive a child by having sex, but here they were in the living room with the weight of his suggestion hanging in the air.

Of course, it did make sense, but she was worried about it changing their friendship, and not only that she didn’t want to lose his family that taken her in as one of their own.

He said she could turn him down, that it was her choice to make, and it made her heart flutter. She could say no, she probably should say no but the only words that left her mouth was acceptance.

“Ok-let’s have sex” said Y.N.

Aemond had thought all his Christmases had come at once when Y.N took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Aemond as he closed the door.

“I’m sure-now fuck a baby into me” replied Y.N as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.

The kiss was filthy, it was depraved, and it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y.N’s tongue slid against his.

This was everything he’d ever wanted, and fuck she tasted divine.

Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y.N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.

Y.N whimpered, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slotted himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.

Aemond pressed himself against the apex of Y.N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his sweatpants.

“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he began to grind his clothed cock against her.

“Someone’s eager” whispered Y.N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.

“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to her bed.

Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y.N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.

Gods, she tasted delicious here too. Obviously, this wasn’t required to make a baby but he couldn’t help himself, he needed her wet and wanting.

Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y.N she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.

“Fuck,” squeaks Y.N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.

“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.

Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y.N to her peak.

Y.N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.

“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.

“M-More, please” gasps Y.N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.

Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,

Y.N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than anyone she’d been with previously significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Don’t worry little bird-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y.N’s in a heated kiss.

Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y.N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.

After pressing a gentle kiss to Y.N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.

“Harder-faster, please daddy I can take it” exclaimed Y.N.

Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y.N hard, smiling as she lets out a yelp of surprise.

The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers, all the pent up frustration of wanting her pouring out of him.

Y.N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.

Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y.N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.

“Tell me how it feels” demands Aemond.

“It’s good, so good-yes-yes you feel so good”

Y.N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.

“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y.N.

Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y.N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.

“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.

Y.N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y.N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y.N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.

“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y.N, her body shaking slightly.

Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.

He takes a finger to Y.N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise.

“Can’t be wasting it now can we” whispered Aemond as he laid down on the bed and pulled Y.N to him.

“I guess not” replied Y.N her eyes closed as she smiled slightly.

“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y.N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.

Y.N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.

“Good, because I plan to fill you with my seed many times this night-”.

Over the next few weeks, Aemond and Y.N spent many nights entwined in bed, sometimes they didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Aemond had practically taken her on every available surface in their apartment, he was unrestrained and ravenous.

Never had Y.N experienced such pleasure, that it often left her unable to walk straight, something that Aegon liked to tease her about quite frequently.

But a swift dig to the ribs would often sort him out and wipe that cheeky grin off his face.

Whilst all the sex with Aemond was enjoyable there was a purpose behind it and Y.N was on pins the day her period was due, but it never came, nor did it arrive the next day or the day after that.

Not wanting to get her hopes up too much, Y.N made an appointment with the Drs and anxiously waited for the news.

Later that day Y.N's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped through the door of their apartment.

"Aemond!" she called out, her voice trembling with excitement as she searched for him. "Aemond, where are you?"

Aemond emerged from the living room, a curious expression on his face as he caught sight of Y.N's radiant smile. "Y.N, what's going on?”

Y.N's smile widened as she held out a piece of paper, her hands trembling with excitement. "Aemond, I went to the doctor today- and guess what? We're going to have a baby!"

Aemond's eye widened in disbelief as he took in Y.N's words, the reality of her announcement sinking in. "Y.N, are you serious?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe and wonder.

Y.N nodded eagerly, tears of joy shimmering in her eyes. "Yes, Aemond, I'm serious! The doctor confirmed it-we're going to be parents!"

Aemond's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion as he pulled Y.N into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "Y.N, this is incredible," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe it-we're going to have a baby."

But then out of the corner of her eye, Y.N noticed a figure sitting on their couch.

"Alys-what are you doing here?" Y.N managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

Alys looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and discomfort. "I... I came to see Aemond," she replied, her voice faltering slightly. "I didn't realize you would be here."

“I live here” retorted Y.N her voice dripping with venom.

"Did I hear you say that you were pregnant?” asked Alys.

“Yes, you did, Aemond is the father-“ said Y.N through gritted teeth.

“I-I didn't know you and Aemond were-together," Alys finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y.N felt a lump form in her throat as Aemond's response echoed in her ears. "We're not together," he said simply, his words like a dagger to her heart.

The realization hit Y.N like a tidal wave, washing over her with a force she could scarcely comprehend. In that moment, the truth of their relationship – or lack thereof – crashed down upon her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of it all. The joy of her pregnancy announcement now tainted by the crushing weight of rejection.

Aemond's heart clenched with anguish as he watched the devastation wash over Y.N's face. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the hurt he had unwittingly caused.

"Y.N, I'm so sorry," Aemond began, his voice laced with regret as he reached out to her. But before he could utter another word, Y.N pulled away, her eyes brimming with tears as she fled to her bedroom, the sound of her sobs echoing in the empty space.

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14K Yellow Gold 0.50Ct Simulated Diamond Cross Stud Bush Back Earrings

https://wjdexclusives-speed.sentree.io/p/earrings/0-50ct-round-diamond-12mm-cross-shape-stud-earrings-14k-yellow-gold-0-5/

14K Yellow Gold 0.50Ct Simulated Diamond Cross Stud Bush Back Earrings

These beautiful and elegant 0.50Ct simulated diamond cross shape stud earrings are made of 14k yellow gold. The earrings measure 12mm in height and 9mm in width. The diamonds emit every shade of light that a natural diamond would emit. The radiance and fire of these created diamonds are equivalent if not superior to a natural diamond of VVS1 clarity and D color with an excellent cut.

Product Specifics

Metal

14k Yellow Gold

Style

Cross Stud Earrings

Finish

High Polished

Earring Type

Stud

Gem

Simulated Diamond

Diamond Total Carat Weight (TCW)

0.50 Ct

Main Stone Shape

Round

Main Stone Creation

Simulated

Diamond Color

D

Main Stone Clarity

VVS1

Cut Grade

Excellent

Fastening

Butterfly Pushback

Stamp

14K

Height

12 mm (0.5 inches)

Width

9 mm

Style ID

5383

Stock#: WJD PE108-1352300

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a gingerbread summer

Heheheh, hello xD

This is for @oneawkwardcookie who is amazing and requested the sensory prompt “blowing raspberries on someone’s skin.”

Also, an army of people were asked about this fic so thank you to all of them. Worthy mention to @firstdegreefangirl for choosing this movie lol xD

Recommend reading on AO3 for the embedded images!

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Word Count: 5383 words

“Um...Eddie?”

“Yes, Buck?”

“Chris?”

The kid giggled from his perch on the center island. “Yes, Bucky?”

“Is that what I think it is?”

Of all the things Buck expected coming into the Diaz household Sunday morning, this wasn’t anywhere close to the radar.

“Yup,” Eddie popped the ‘p’ — all while grinning widely, hands still caked in flour.

“Dad told Siri to FaceTime you,” Chris told him, pointing to where Eddie’s phone was lying haphazardly on the counter.

“Did he now,” Buck muttered absently as he took in all the stuff scattered across the counters. He had never seen so much sugar in the Diaz household at one given time, ever. 

There were bags of multi-colored frosting —  the fancy piping ones that Maddie liked — gumdrops, M&M’s, licorice sticks, candy canes, peppermint candies, sour gummy stripes, rainbow stripes, a random assortment of sprinkles, chocolate chips, and some gold-foil wrapped Hershey’s Kisses. 

“Dude, this is cavity-central,” he said. Turning to Chris, he widened his eyes dramatically. “Your dad’s trying to give us cavities and diabetes.”

“I’ve already laid down the law on the sugar consumption in this house,” Eddie rolled his eyes, pointing towards a folded piece of cloth in the corner. “Put that on, you’re helping out today.”

Buck threw the apron on without question, reaching around to tie the strings. Christopher burst out laughing immediately, which made him stop and look down at himself.

Peeling it off, he pinched the fabric between two fingers and read the front of it.

Check meowt

“What the…” he trailed off, looking up at Eddie’s smug face with a bewildered look. That’s when he took in the words on his apron.

Caution: Hot Dad

Well, he couldn’t argue with that.

“You get that one and you stuck me with this one?” Buck gestured wildly, shaking the apron at his best friend.

“It’s the only other one I have!”

“What happened to the other one, the plain one I used last Christmas?”

“I have no idea. Couldn’t find it this morning, so you’re stuck with either that, or a bunch of ingredients on your clothes,” Eddie shrugged. Buck turned to Christopher for help, only to find him shrugging, too.

Christopher was clad in his own mini apron over a pair of Christmas pajamas, even though he wasn’t really baking anything. The tiny, child-size apron read:

In this house, 2 rules apply:

I’m the boss

See rule #1

Buck burst out laughing at how true it was; Christopher really was the boss in this house.

Case in point, his first demand. “Come on, Bucky, put the apron on! You have to help Dad bake these so we can make a house.” 

“What the boss says, goes,” Eddie smirked again, looking far too pleased with himself.

“I’ll get you back for this,” Buck muttered, pulling the loop over his head again and reaching behind himself to tie the strings tightly. Christopher reached forward from his perch to smooth a crease down, already leaving a smudge of flour behind, despite being a whole counter top away from the dough. Buck shook his head and turned to the head chef. “What do you need me to do?”

“Mix another batch of the dough,” Eddie instructed, pointing to where the recipe book laid open.

Buck got right to it, throwing butter into a mixing bowl and turning the electric mixer on. “I didn’t even know you owned one of these.”

Eddie snorted, leaning past him to pick up the plastic wrap. “I don’t. You brought that over last Christmas and left it here.”

“Is that why I’m slaving away with you and my favourite Diaz on a Sunday morning? Because I left this mixer here?” 

Eddie refused to rise to the bait about him not being Buck's favourite, instead choosing to roll his eyes. “I mean, you’re getting gingerbread out of it and we’re getting a day with you out of it. Is it really slaving if we’re all working?” They both paused, looking at Christopher who was doing...nothing but scrolling through Eddie’s phone to find something to play.

Sensing their stare, the kid looked up. “What? The music is the best part!”

Buck laughed, feeling way too warm at Eddie’s easy admission as he added the brown sugar and molasses to the mixing bowl. He watched the ingredients come together as Christopher’s excited squeal sounded behind him, a second before the sounds of Miley Cyrus’ Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree filled the kitchen.

Eddie leaned over to crack an egg and pour vanilla into the bowl, grinning widely for Christopher’s singing behind them.

“Why are we bringing Christmas back into July?” Buck whispered, pulling a laugh out of him.

“He wanted it,” he said simply, shrugging as he whisked together the dry ingredients, shoulder pressed against Buck’s own. He stared at the side of his best friend’s face, thinking himself stupid to have even asked the question.

Of course they were doing it because Christopher wanted to — Eddie did everything he could to make his son’s dreams come true, and if his son wanted to bake gingerbread to the sounds of Christmas in the middle of an LA summer, then he was damn well going to make it happen.

“Christopher’s lucky he’s got you,” Buck let slip, looking back down at the gooey mixture, clearing his throat as a flush spread across the back of his neck. Eddie fell still next to him, but Buck could feel his gaze on the side of his face, probing curiously.

“Thanks,” he whispered when Buck looked up, letting him see that he meant it. It was always a struggle for Eddie to accept that he was a good dad, but Buck could try to help any way he could.

Turning the mixer off, he grabbed the spatula to scrape the sides of the bowl, faintly registering that the song had changed into something he didn’t recognize.

Eddie poured a part of the dry ingredients into the bowl. “Fold those in first and then turn the mixer on so they don’t blow up in your face.”

Buck did as he was told, not wanting a repeat of last Christmas. There had been flour caked in his hair and on his face, and in his nose and ears for what felt like days — even though he knew it probably hadn’t even been a full twenty minutes. Eddie and Christopher had keeled over with the force of their laughter, shoving him towards the shower.

He smiled at the memory now. It had been how he’d found out that Eddie was amazing at baking. For as much of a disaster he was with the stove, he was a magician at baking — even if he didn’t own a mixer of his own. 

Eddie’s hidden talent became another one of the inside secrets between the three of them. To Buck, being a part of that was one of the most important things in the world to him. Nothing was going to beat the feeling of coming home every time he joined Eddie and Christopher for the most mundane activities.

“Okay, this is done,” he said, passing the bowl over to Eddie and unplugging the mixer. Buck watched as Eddie cut the dough in half with a plastic knife before plopping it down on the prepared plastic wrap, looking skeptically at it. “Wait, is it supposed to look like that?”

“You’ve made this before, Bucky,” Chris reminded him.

“Yeah but…”

Eddie waved him off reassuringly. “Yup, it’s going to look like this before it firms up. We’ve got at least three hours to kill while these rest, so...Chris, why don’t you go put on a movie?” Buck had the cleaner hands, so he lifted Chris down carefully and helped him out of the boss-proclaiming apron, watching him skitter off, happily shouting about Christmas movies.

“Did I miss something? This Christmas thing seems to have come out of nowhere.” He turned back to Eddie, looking confusedly at him.

“Some kids at camp were talking about their Christmas vacations,” Eddie explained, stacking the mixing bowls up. “He got to go to the firehouse and everything, and there were those gingerbread houses with Denny but it wasn’t the one he wanted. So we decided to just do it now just in case we get scheduled this year, and called you over.”

Buck stayed quiet as he disengaged the whisks from the mixer, dropping them in one of the now-soaking bowls. His heart swelled in his chest and his throat closed up from the sheer feeling of being included.

In tandem, they cleared the kitchen, doing a cursory wipe-down of the counters. Eddie set out to make hot chocolate while Buck popped the popcorn, mind racing all the while.

The past few Christmases, no matter what job he’d had, he’d made sure to schedule himself in to work. Maddie hadn’t been there and his parents sure as hell hadn’t — he didn’t see the point of wasting the day when he could get paid instead. He’d been on his own, and though Christmas was meant to be a time of cheer, at the time, he just didn’t see it. 

People around them would be milling around with their families, and he’d be standing in the crowd, all alone. It made him happy to see other people happy, but he would miss his sister like crazy during the holidays, and the only solution in his mind was to throw himself into work.

The first Christmas with Maddie back in his life hadn’t been magical at all; she’d been too traumatized by Doug, and Buck hadn’t quite understood why because the two of them were too busy lashing out at one another. 

The next Christmas had been at the firehouse, and that had been magical. Every single person’s life had changed in ways that they wouldn’t have imagined, just in the course of one year. Even if they were working, they’d managed to have one meal with all of them as a big extended family.

But standing here, in Eddie’s kitchen again, meant something a lot different to him. 

For years, holidays hadn’t meant anything outside another regular day, maybe accompanied with overtime pay for working. Buck would see family and friends sitting together, seeing each other for the first time in months, every single face alight with a joy he wasn’t sure he remembered. He’d long to see Maddie, would call her number only to get an unresponsive number, send her cards only for them to go unreturned. 

So yeah, the holidays had lost their magic over the years. 

Seeing Christopher’s happiness at the simple act of making gingerbread or picking out a Christmas movie...it only made Buck long for this to be real, forever. Because he knew that he’d never be able to let the Diaz boys go, no matter what capacity he got to stay in their life as.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, facing the microwave and decidedly not where Eddie was standing at the stove. “It means a lot to me, just to be here.”

“It means a lot for you to be here,” Eddie replied, his voice steady, meaningful and instant.

Buck smiled at the response. That was another one of those things about Eddie; he would clam up outside the four walls of this home, but there was something about being in his own space that made him more open to say things that flitted through his mind.

Buck loved that about him.

“Ready?” he asked, turning to where Eddie was pouring the piping hot drink into three mugs.

“Just a second,” he said, grabbing the whipped cream and topping the glasses off.

“We’re gonna have a sugar-high kid on our hands,” Buck shook his head, laughing as he emptied the popcorn into a bowl and grabbed a few napkins. He picked up Christopher’s mug, heading out to join the kid on the floor in front of the couch. “What’d you choose, buddy?”

“ The Polar Express !” he said excitedly, reaching for his mug. 

“Careful, it’s hot,” he warned, passing it to him. Eddie came around to the other side of his son, handing Buck his mug.

“Have you watched this?” he directed the question at Buck, settling down cross-legged.

“Yup. It was a sure-shot Christmas movie when I was little. I think...a year or two older than Chris. Maddie and I used to watch it every year.” He cut the story short after that, not wanting to think about the first year they didn’t. “I haven’t watched it in a few years.”

“Do you remember anything?” Chris asked curiously.

Buck laughed. “I do. Some things are a little hazy, but I guess it’s a good thing we’re watching it now.”

Eddie pressed play on the remote, the three of them shifting closer to reach the popcorn bowl as the opening scene played.

As the movie went on, all three of them were almost hooked, not wanting to move for a second. Buck remembered all the years he and Maddie had spent doing this same thing, all up until her senior year of college.

That year, he’d tried to watch it on his own, but he couldn’t. He’d missed Maddie so much, his parents had gone to a Christmas party and left him at home, and a thirteen-year-old Evan had spent the entire night thinking about how unfair all of it was, and how he was so mad at Maddie for leaving him alone like that.

He didn’t try to watch it again; not until now.

Buck jostled out of his thoughts with the warm press of a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Eddie looking at him worriedly. A quick glance down at Christopher proved that he was still engrossed in the movie.

Taking a deep breath, Buck smiled and shook his head, turning away to sip the now-cool drink. 

Eddie kept his hand there, stretched across the couch, silently grounding him. Around halfway into the story, Christopher leaned against his side, cuddling in immediately. 

Buck wrapped an arm around him and leaned into Eddie’s, thanking his lucky stars that he got to have this.

“At one time most of my friends could hear the bell. But as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found, one Christmas, that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me... as it does for all who truly believe.”

Buck was totally unashamed at the fact that he was crying at both the movie and the nostalgia, but a glance over at Eddie showed that even he was a little teary-eyed. Christopher too, for the way he was sniffling.

The kid moved a little, peering up at him with wide eyes. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you still hear the bells?”

He froze at the question, staring down at the adorable face he’d come to love beyond measure, trying to find a suitable enough answer. Out of the periphery of his vision, he could see Eddie move, probably to interject.

Waving his best friend off, Buck smiled softly at Chris. “Just like the boy in the movie, I stopped hearing them for a while, too.”

“Did they come back?”

“Yeah. Yeah, they did,” Buck said, tweaking Chris’ nose. The kid had restored his faith in Christmas last year by sweetly asking if he could spend Christmas with him, even if it had broken his heart into a million pieces to have to say no. Lifting the kid, Buck blew a raspberry on his face, inciting a set of giggles that warmed him faster than the hot chocolate had. “You helped me with that, you know?”

Chris beamed widely, settling back down and starting a steady stream of conversation about bells and trains and conductors. Buck chanced a look upwards to find Eddie staring at both of them with the softest look that he’d ever seen.

To be on the receiving end of that look, the one usually reserved for Christopher, kind of shook the ground beneath him for a moment and made him think...maybe he already had this. Something that was just his for the taking.

“Buck, are you listening?” Christopher said, breaking him and Eddie out of whatever trance they’d fallen into. 

“Yeah buddy, sorry.” Buck looked back down at him, ruffling his hair apologetically.

“Can we watch another movie?” he asked, peering up at his dad. 

Eddie checked his phone before nodding. “Yeah, we’ve got another hour or so until the dough’s ready.” He picked up all the mugs and the empty bowl before retreating into the kitchen.

As Buck watched him go, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to take that chance for real.

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Eddie was going to lose it.

It was ridiculous really — all these months of knowing how unabashedly Buck adored and loved Christopher, and knowing what high regard Christopher held Buck to, moments like these shouldn’t surprise him anymore.

But hearing Buck so easily admit that Christopher had helped him believe in Christmas again...Eddie had to have done something amazing in his life to deserve these two boys.

He set the mugs down on the window sill, keeping them away from the full sink. 

All three of them had been designed by Christopher at some point. There was his own, with haphazardly placed stickers to spell ‘Christopher.’ Eddie smiled at the memory of his son coming home with it, complaining about how many letters were in his name.

“There are eleven letters , Dad! Why is my name so long ?!” 

There was Eddie’s, with ‘Dad’ written in Chris’ handwriting, random baseball stickers around the pale blue ceramic and a big heart with ‘I love you’ in the middle. It was one of Eddie’s most prized possessions.

Then there was Buck’s own, made a couple months later after Christopher insisted that Buck needed to have a mug here, too.

His was also pale blue, but it had ‘Buck’ written on it, with firefighter stickers and a surfboard. It also had the same heart sticker that was on Eddie’s, and when Christopher had presented it to Buck, Eddie could’ve sworn the other man’s eyes had glimmered with tears.

It was this unbarred love that got Eddie caught up in his head every time, something Buck freely gave over to Christopher without any inhibitions. 

He wanted this. He wanted all of it — making gingerbread in July, watching movies over and over again, coming home to the feeling of contentment at just being able to wrap himself up in his boys and forget the hell out of the bad days.

The more and more moments like these passed between him and his best friend, the more Eddie pined for something that he wasn’t quite sure he deserved. But a larger, newer part of him told him to go for it, to take the chance.

Shaking the thoughts off, he quickly popped another batch of popcorn and sat back down where Christopher and Buck were still seated on the floor.

“What’re we watching now?”

“ The Grinch !” they exclaimed in unison.

Eddie mock-groaned exaggeratedly, because they watched that movie every three weeks, like clockwork. At this point, he saw green furry Grinches in his dreams on the regular, and no matter how amused Frank was at the thought, it was not normal.

He told the two co-conspirators the very same.

“Your dad’s being melodramatic again,” Buck complained to Christopher, leading to a firm admonishing by his very own son. Buck smirk told him that he'd exacted his revenge for the apron.

“I see how it is, boss-man,” Eddie muttered, mussing up his son’s hair. He set the bowl of popcorn on the kid’s lap as Buck started up the movie.

“Cindy Lou Who is my icon,” Buck admired after the girl crashed into The Grinch, leading to a fit of laughter from all three of them at the unexpected declaration.

“You know, Benedict Cumberbatch voiced The Grinch in this version?” Eddie added once they calmed down a little.

“Who’s that?” he asked absently, reaching for a piece of popcorn.

Eddie and Christopher both turned to gape at him. “Buck, we’ve watched this movie a thousand times.”

“Well, yeah but how am I supposed to know who the dude is?”

Christopher let out a snort, patting Buck’s side placatingly. “Now you do.”

The rest of the movie passed by in relative silence, broken by a few sniffles from Christopher and Buck where they were huddled together in a blanket burrito of feelings. 

Somehow, the blanket had gone from being wrapped around all three of them to being wrapped right around Buck and Christopher’s heads and bodies. Both of them were sitting cross-legged, staring wide-eyed at the screen while tufts of hair stuck out of the top of the blanket. 

It was an amusing image, one Eddie secretly snapped a picture of, setting it as his wallpaper immediately. He shook his head and got up to check on the dough, laughing to himself at the sheer ridiculousness of his son and best friend.

He pulled out one of the discs of dough, finding it firm enough to work with. Tugging his apron over his head, he called out, “Boys! Let’s get to making these cookies!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Buck skidded into the kitchen, blanket-clad Christopher on his back, both of them giggling widely.

“Alright, what are we doing now?” 

Eddie directed both of them to wash their hands before preheating the oven. He helped Christopher tie his apron while Buck tied his own. This time, Eddie sat Christopher down in one of the high chairs, just tall enough for him to reach the counter top. 

The kid spread the flour with a flourish, making all of them grateful they were wearing something to protect their clothes.

“We’re not going to make a whole gingerbread house,” Chris informed Buck. “There have to be gingerbread men.”

“So just a small one, then?” Buck raised an eyebrow, picking up the baking sheets to line with parchment. 

“Yeah, a mini one,” Eddie answered, rolling the dough out. “This one won’t stay up to make those six-inch tall houses.” Hopefully, they’d be able to get this done before it turned too sticky.

Christopher went to town almost as soon as the dough was in a weird quarter-inch thick oval, almost forgetting to flour the cookie cutters before pressing them into the sheet. Buck moved the cut cookies over to the parchment, lining them up.

Like that, they rolled and re-rolled the dough to work with over and over again, moving like a well-oiled machine. By the time the fourth disc of dough came around, Eddie’s bad wrist was screaming from the exertion.

Buck clearly saw him wince, because he not-so-gently shoved Eddie away, pointing him towards where the first batch was done.

“It smells so good!” Chris shrieked as soon as he opened the oven door. The scent of molasses, allspice, cinnamon filled the kitchen, leaving them feeling festive in the middle of the summer. He carefully set the hot trays on the counter opposite to where Buck and Christopher were preparing the last sheet. 

“Okay, this is rolled out. Do you have stencils or something to cut this into shape?”

“Not that small, no. We’re going to have to eyeball it.”

Now, thankfully for them, running into burning buildings taught them a few things about houses and stability, so they pulled on that to cut out small rectangles for the side walls, proportionate back and front walls, and an appropriately-sized roof.

“We have to make a chimney, too,” Chris decided, looking at the dough riddled with rectangles and trapezoids cut out with a pizza cutter.

“How do we make that?” 

“We re-roll this and then just cut four tiny rectangles,” Buck said, crumpling the dough up. Rolling it out again, they mapped out four rectangles and cut those out, making two of those into a banner shape so it would fit over the edge of the roof. With the remaining dough, they cut more gingerbread men out.

“At this point, the house is going to be more icing and less cookie,” Eddie muttered as he slid the tray into the oven. “Okay, that’s done. Let’s put all of these gingerbread people on the rack to cool.” 

“Are we really going to need all of these decorations?” Buck asked, looking at the far counter where the bowls of candy were arranged.

“Eh, probably not,” he shrugged. 

“But we have to try,” Christopher insisted. The two of them agreed instantly, exchanging an amused look above the kid’s head.

And try, they did. They left to finish the movie so the cookies could cool completely, but as soon as they were ready, they had the paramount task of decorating nearly 40 cookies — and all of them had to be decorated in different ways, according to Christopher.

“It shouldn’t be that hard with all this candy you’ve got stored here,” Buck mumbled to him privately as Chris turned the Christmas playlist again. Eddie whooshed out a breath and started passing the cookies down the line.

It took them a good hour and a half to get through all of the gingerbread men. There were some with sour ribbons for scarfs, M&M’s for eyes and buttons (Eddie thought those looked a little creepy, not that he’d ever admit it), some plain iced with white squiggles. At one point, Eddie crushed up a few of the peppermint candies to sprinkle over a line of white icing for a makeshift scarf. 

One of them was decorated like a very messy rendition of a firefighter, two others like paramedics for Buck and Eddie to take into work for Bobby, Hen and Chimney. Three cookies ended up representing Buck, Eddie and Christopher, decorated with appropriately colored frosting for their hair and eyes. Buck laughed loudly when Christopher dotted his with two pink marks above the left eye to represent his birthmark.

It was honestly the most fun they’d had in a while, and by the end of it, although their hands were sticky and faces somewhat covered in icing and candy dust, they were proud of the cookies they’d made.

“No wait, we need pictures of this,” Buck clicked a few of the cookies drying on the counter, and then of Chris and Eddie with their dirty aprons and sticky hands.

“You have to get in here too,” Eddie said, walking over to the sink to quickly wash his hands so he could pick up Buck’s phone and extend it for a selfie. They grinned and made silly faces, documenting the day.

The house, it turned out, was a whole other ballpark. No matter what way they arranged it, it wasn’t sturdy enough to stay up. At one point, just like Eddie had predicted, the house was made up of more icing and less of anything else, tilting on its side.

“I say we just eat them,” he declared in defeat. “I mean, I think we got a pretty good turnout with those, right?” He gestured over to where the gingerbread men were spread out.

“Yeah!” Christopher grabbed a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, grinning widely around the bite that looked like it was more frosting than cookie.

“Gross,” Eddie wrinkled his nose, looking fondly down at his son. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Looking at all that icing makes me nauseous.” Buck raised an eyebrow, staring skeptically at the monstrosity they’d tried to make on one of the baking trays.

“Let’s take some of it off, so this guy doesn’t start bouncing off the walls.” Eddie directed a warning look Christopher’s way, pulling a piece apart and scraping all the frosting off.

Once they had all the pieces in front of them, now without frosting, Eddie let Chris pick another small piece before he and Buck grabbed one each. The rest of them went into a small bowl for them to eat later. 

“Okay, go to the bathroom and wash your hands before you do anything else,” he said to Christopher, who was already vying to get out of the kitchen to escape cleaning duty.

“He made his escape,” Buck commented, laughing lightly as he moved around Eddie to grab the icing-drenched tray.

“Oh, I knew what he was doing,” he snorted. “He does it every time we bake anything together. There just isn’t much he can safely clean, so I let him go.” Buck stared at him, a strange look in his eyes. “What?”

“You’re a really good dad, Eddie, you know that?”

Eddie flushed, looking away. That was the second time today that Buck had repeated the same words. But he also knew that Buck was speaking as someone who’d envied all these things, and to have his best friend think he was a good dad was validating in a way that Eddie hadn’t known he’d needed.

Not that he needed Buck to confirm it for him, but it was nice that the person who meant the world to him after Christopher thought so.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, absolutely sure his heart was laid out bare for Buck to read his own name in bright, bold letters, stamped right along Christopher’s. 

Eddie turned to wrap up the candy that they hadn’t touched, grimacing a little at the texture of the sugar on his hands. He vaguely sensed Buck carefully moving the cookies to the far counter so they could set relatively untouched.

His gaze landed on the Hershey’s Kisses, the sparkly foil glinting in the kitchen light. They hadn’t ended up using any of them because they were too big to decorate the gingerbread men with, but suddenly, Eddie was struck with an idea.

Before he could chicken out, he turned around. “Hey, Buck?”

“Hmm?” he said, looking over at him.

“Wanna kiss?” Eddie grinned, holding up one of the gold-foil wrapped chocolates. He’d done it; he took the plunge, felt the freeing dip of his stomach, but now, nervousness began to set in as Buck studied him quietly.

It was clear that Eddie wasn’t asking about the chocolate, but before he could say anything to confirm that, Buck only laughed, walking forward to tug him closer.

“Of all the things in the world, and everything we’ve been through, you’re really gonna ask me like a teenage boy with a backup plan?”

“Hey, the opportunity presents itself,” he laughed, pressing his lips to Buck’s smiling ones. They were both laughing too hard for it to be a proper kiss, but as first ones went, it wasn’t all that bad.

Eddie pulled back to look at Buck, who was looking at him with a lazy smile, content and happy. 

“You know, I definitely agree with this,” he said, tapping Eddie’s chest were 'Hot Dad' was written.

Eddie laughed, “I’ll be sure to let Sophia know, it was a gag gift from her. So was the one you’re wearing.”

“Your sister buys innuendo aprons?” 

“Nah, she just likes to annoy us all with them because they’re actually practical, unlike other gag gifts. Jokes on her, because I love this one. It has pockets!”

Buck hummed his agreement with a smirk. Eddie laughed again, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Buck’s back.

Their second kiss was more subdued, warm and comfortable. Not for the first time, Eddie felt the feeling of coming home burn through his chest, vibrant and unique. It wasn’t earth-shattering; rather, it was like slipping right into place, smoothing over the frayed edges of him.

Buck’s hands moved down to his waist, while Eddie dragged his up to cup the back of his neck, freezing when he felt something on his palms.

“You got icing on my shirt, didn’t you,” Buck muttered against his lips. He cringed at the feel of fabric fuzz on his hands, immediately pulling away from him to stare down at them. 

“Yup.”

As Buck let out a loud hoot of laughter while Eddie scrubbed at his hands furiously, trying to dispel them of the disgusting texture, he thought to himself that this was a tradition they were going to have to make for their family.

A gingerbread summer. 

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SK 48. Paranthropus robustus.

Paranthropus robustus, Broom (1938).

2,2–1 Ma. En base al descubrimiento en Kromdraai de TM 1517, el único esqueleto parcial de esta especie conocido hasta ahora (Broom, 1938a, Broom 1938b, Broom 1942 y Broom, 1943). Estos hallazgos fueron también los que motivaron la propuesta del género Paranthropus por Broom en 1938. El escolar Gert Terblanche localizó en 1938 los primeros restos: un cráneo parcial y mandíbula.

Fragmentos de cráneo incluyendo cinco dientes y pocos fragmentos de esqueleto. 

Único esqueleto parcial de esta especie conocido hasta la fecha. 

Las circunstancias del hallazgo y el contexto estratigráfico son confusos. 

Algunos de los restos que componen TM 1517, se considera actualmente que pertenecieron a cercopitécidos.

La desaparición de la especie pudo estar relacionada con un cambio climático (Caley et al, 2018).

Ubicación de Kromdraai. Braga et al, 2016.

Yacimientos:

 Kromdraai B (KB) (Gauteng, Sudáfrica). 2-1,5 Ma. Es un vano de dolomita rellenado de depósitos fosilíferos, 2 km al este de Sterkfontein. La datación es imprecisa y, frente a la hipótesis más aceptada de que Paranthropus tiene su origen en Africa del Este con P. aethiopicus, se ha sugerido que al menos algunos especímenes de Kromdraai datan del origen del género Paranthropus (Kaszycka 2002 y Tobias 1988) y son intermedios entre los hominini de Makapansgat Miembros 3/4 y Sterkfontein Miembro 4, por un lado y los más derivados de Swartkrans por otro. Las excavaciones fueron dirigidas por Broom (1938-1944), Brain (1955-1956), Vrba (1977-1980) y Thackeray (1993-2002). Desde 2002, las excavaciones corren a cargo del Kromdraai Research Project. Los contextos para las excavaciones de Broom y Brain son confusos, imposibilitando una datación precisa. Los carnívoros fueron el principal agente de acumulación.

Individuo 1. Adolescente tardío. TM 1517. Broom (1938a); Broom y Schepers (1946); Broom (1943); Broom (1938b); Day y Thornton (1986); Day (1978); Skinner et al. (2013); Broom (1942).

Individuo 2. Juvenil. Edad al morir, 1,63-2,02 años (Smith et al, 2015). TM 1536. Fragmento mandibular izquierdo con I1, I2, di2, dm1-2, M1; L dC. Broom (1941); Broom y Schepers (1946).

Individuo 3. Adulto. TM 1600. Dos fragmentos del corpus mandibular, con M2-M3 (fragmento1) y P3 (fragmento 2). Brain (1981).

Individuo 4. Juvenil. TM 1601. dm1 inferior derecha, P3, C, P4 germinales inferiores derechos, M1 germinal superior izquierdo, dc inferior derecho. Brain (1981).

Individuo 5. Adulto. TM 1602. Fragmento maxilar derecho con raíces de P4 a M3. Brain (1981).

Individuo 6. Adolescente. TM 1603. M3 superior izquierdo. Dump, 1944; Broom and Schepers, 1946.

Individuo 7. TM 1604. Juvenil. dm2 inferior izquierdo. Brain (1981).

Individuo 8. Adulto. TM 1605. Cadera izquierda. Brain (1981); Robinson (1972).

Individuo 9. Adulto. KB 5063. M1 superior derecho. Vrba (1981).

Individuo 10. Adulto. KB 5163. C inferior derecho. de Ruiter (2004).

Individuo 11. Juvenil. KB 5222. M3 superior izquierdo. Vrba (1981).

Individuo 12. Juvenil. KB 5223. dc, dm1-2 inferiores izquierdos; dm2 inferior derecho; incisivos permanentes inferiores; M1 inferior derecho; M1 inferior izquierdo. Vrba (1981), Grine (1982), Braga y Thackeray (2003).

Individuo 13. Adulto. KB 5226. M3 inferior izquierdo. Vrba (1981).

Individuo 14. Adulto. KB 5383. M1 superior derecho. Vrba (1981).

Individuo 15. Adulto. KB 5389. I1 superior izquierdo. de Ruiter (2004).

Individuo 16. Juvenil. KB 5503. dm2 inferior derecho. Thackeray et al (2001).

Posiblemente Individuo 1. KB 5522. Fragmento del eje del húmero izquierdo. Thackeray et al (2005).

Posiblemente Individuo 1. KB 5524. Cara lingual de una corona molar desgastada, posiblemente M1 o M2. Braga et al (2013). 

Individuo 17. Juvenil. KB 6067 es una porción petrosa del hueso temporal de un individuo juvenil. Su morfología lo relaciona con P. robustus, pero también con StW 53 (Homo gautengensis). Sin embargo, el tamaño de la ventana oval es más parecido al de la de algunos especímenes de Sterkfontein Member 4 (Australpithecus africanus). Si KB 6067 se incluye dentro de P. robustus, esto puede representar una condición evolutivamente menos derivada que la deducida a partir de TM 1517 y otros ejemplares conespecíficos. Braga et al (2013).

Kromdraai E (KE). Excavaciones a partir de 2014 a cargo del Kromdraai Research Project. Hallazgos pendientes de publicación.

Esquema de las excavaciones de Drimolen. Adams et al, 2016.

Sterkfontein Miembro 5. 2,18 Ma (Granger et al, 2015). Algunos dientes.

Drimolen. 2,04

-1,5 Ma. El análisis de macromamíferos asociados fue realizado por Adams et al (2016). 

DNH 7, Eurydice. 1994. 1,5-2 Ma. André Keyser. Cráneo casi completo (el más completo conservado de la especie) y mandíbula inferior de una hembra.

DNH 8 Orfeo. Mandíbula inferior de un macho.

DNH 44. Mandíbula. Edad al morir, 1,70 años (Smith et al, 2015).

DNH 47. Maxilar y dientes asociados. Edad al morir, 0.67-0,77 años (Smith et al, 2015).

DNH 60. Dientes juveniles asociados con un cráneo.

DNH 84. Maxilar y dientes asociados. Edad al morir, 2,24 años (Smith et al, 2015).

DNH 101. Molar juvenil aislado.

DNH 107. Dientes asociados. Edad al morir 4,82 años (Smith et al, 2015).

DNH 108. Dientes asociados. Edad al morir 5,35-5,53 años (Smith et al, 2015).

DNH 152. Cráneo de un macho. El más antiguo de la especie en África del Sur (Herries et al, 2020).

Plano y estratigrafía de Swartkrans. Pickering et al, 2016.

Swartkrans. Miembro 1 (2,25-1,7 Ma), Miembro 2 (1,7 Ma) y Miembro 3 (1 Ma) (Pickering et al, 2011; Gibbon et al, 2014). Es el yacimiento con una muestra más amplia de Paranthropus robustus. Los ejemplares de Swartkrans muestran unos dientes mucho más grandes y por ello se ha sugerido que representan una especie diferenciada: Paranthropus crassidens (Broom 1949, Broom 1950, Howell 1978, Grine 1982, Grine 1985 y Grine 1988). Sin embargo, los restos dentales de Drimolen, de tamaño intermedio, favorecen la hipótesis de una única especie (Keyser et al, 2000 y Moggi-Cecchi et al, 2010).

SK 12. Cráneo. Macho.

SK 46. Cráneo. Macho.

SK 48. 1950. Mr. Fourie. Se trata de un cráneo, de hembra adulta (macho para Charles A. Lockwood et al (2007). Es el cráneo más completo de los robustus.

SK 61. Mandíbula.

SK 62. Mandíbula. Edad al morir, 3,12 años (Smith et al, 2015).

SK 83 Cráneo. Macho.

SKX 10924. Lague, 2015. Pequeño fragmento distal de húmero. Asignado por Susman, de Ruiter y Brain (2001) a erectus.

Varios dientes descritos por Pickering et al, 2016.

SK 46. Paranathropus robustus

Estatura 1,32-1,10, un poco superior a la de los australopithecus.

Peso 40-32 kg.

Bipedación casi humana.

Los restos de las manos indican mayor finura táctil que la de los australopitecus.

Según Sandi Copeland (2011), tras estudiar la procedencia de los individuos a partir de rastros en los dientes, los grupos de africanus practicaban la filopatría (los machos se unían a hembras de fuera).

Para Charles A. Lockwood et al (2007) P. robustus muestra un alto dimorfismo sexual y un desarrollo retardado de los machos con respecto a las hembras. Este patrón sugiere que la estrategia reproductora masculino consistía en monopolizar grupos de hembras, de una manera similar a como lo hacen los gorilas de espalda plateada. El costo para los varones debió ser una alta tasa de depredación, lo que justifica la abundancia de machos jóvenes en el registro fósil.

SKW 13 Paranthropus robustus  y STS 17 Australopithecus africanus

Características 

Grandes y anchos molares y premolares. Caninos e incisivos pequeños. 

Mandibulas masivas, cortas, altas y extremadamente robustas con forma de U divergente (mastiación potente). No tanto como boisei. Corpus amplio y profundo y una alta rama, relativamente vertical. No se descarta que, aparte de la dieta vegetal, ingiriese insectos. Según los estudios de Andrew Sillen y Julia Lee-Thorp, P. robustus ingería proteínas animales. 

Caja craneal bastante alta y desarrollada, con cresta sagital. 

Volumen cerebral 530 cc. 

Enorme hueso malar. 

Rostro recto, con arco cigomático muy ancho y robusto. Torus supraorbitario masivo. 

Esmalte dental muy grueso, mucho más que el A. africanus. Según Wynn, Cerling y Sponheimer (2013), su dieta estaba compuesta de alimentos procedentes de árboles y arbustos, pero también de hierbas y juncias, con gran variación entre los individuos. Según Ungar y Hlusko (2016), a pesar de su aparatosa dentadura, solo consumía alimentos duros ocasionalmente.

Los australopitecinos robustos del Este de África también tienen esmalte muy grueso en los molares. 

Podría ser una sinapomorfia, lo que implicaría una rama robusta común antes de la separación.

Podría ser un rasgo desarrollado por separado en cada especie, lo que convertiría en dudoso el clado robusto. 

Tamaño y proporciones semejantes a los Australopithecus pero más robustos. 

Oposición del pulgar.

Adam van Arsdale: Paranthropus robusutus

Cráneo de Australopithecus robustus by Museo Nacional de Antropología on Sketchfab

Enlaces:

Evidence of termite foraging by Swartkrans early hominids. Lucinda R. Backwell and Francesco d’Errico (2000) Hominid fossils from Kromdraai: a revised list of specimens discoverd since 1938. Thackeray et al (2001). Microtomographic archive of fossil hominin specimens from Kromdraai B,South Africa. Matthew M. Skinner, Tracy L. Kivell, Stephany Potze and Jean-Jacques Hublin. 2013 Stretching the time span of hominin evolution at Kromdraai (Gauteng, South Africa): Recent discoveries. Braga et al (2016) Bibliografía:

Broom, Robert, and John Talbot Robinson. "Man contemporaneous with the Sawartkrans ape‐man." American journal of physical anthropology 8.2 (1950): 151-156. 

Robinson, John Talbot. "Further remarks on the relationship between “Meganthropus” and australopithecines." American journal of physical anthropology 13.3 (1955): 429-445. 

Sillen, Andrew. "Strontium-calcium ratios (Sr/Ca) of Australopithecus robustus and associated fauna from Swartkrans." Journal of Human Evolution 23.6 (1992): 495-516.

Lee-Thorp, Julia A., Nikolaas J. van der Merwe, and C. K. Brain. "Diet of Australopithecus robustus at Swartkrans from stable carbon isotopic analysis." Journal of Human Evolution 27.4 (1994): 361-372.

Keyser, André W. "The Drimolen skull: the most complete australopithecine cranium and mandible to date." South African Journal of Science 96.4 (2000): 189-192. 

Blackwell, Lucinda, and Francesco d'Errico. "Early hominid bone tools from Drimolen, South Africa." Journal of Archaeological Science 35.11 (2008): 2880-2894. 

Moggi-Cecchi, Jacopo, et al. "Early hominin dental remains from the Plio-Pleistocene site of Drimolen, South Africa." Journal of Human Evolution 58.5 (2010): 374-405.

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it’s that time of the year again when I make a full list of fics I posted in the previous 12 months, so get some good tea and a snack bc there’s a crapton of fics for you to enjoy!

total number of fics published: 75

word count: around 410k

last year I had about 175k words in 95 fics, so holy fucking sheet was I on crack this year or what??? that’s over double the word count o.O I have definitely chilled down on the number of fics but I didn’t do that on the wordcount, did I? // cold sweats HOW AM I GOING TO BEAT THAT YTDCJHYVUB

if you’re curious as to what all I wrote this past year, take a peek below!

the list below follows a pattern like this:

title[*]

fandom: pairing: words: summary:

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the asterisk [*] after the title means it’s one of my personal fav fics, so if you haven’t read those, pls do!

J A N U A R Y

2018

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1065 summary:

"To 2018," Mila says, raising her glass. "May it be even gayer than 2017!"

...Yuuri and Victor, as always, do not disappoint.

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learn it by heart

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1129 summary:

"But, really." Yuuri turns to Victor, handing him a bag of potatoes. "Do I look like a girl?"

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a year can make a big difference

fandom: ace of diamond pairing:  miyusawa words: 2334 summary:

"Allow this Sawamura Eijun to bestow his invaluable experiences onto you." How can Kazuya say no?

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lisitsa

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 2696 summary:

#WorldFigure #figureskating #worldchampion #goldenboy #coachsoproud #fiancesoproud #isnthejustbeautiful #canwegetmarriednowpls

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when I’m next to you I’m home

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 7850

oneshots written for @domesticvictuuriweek

day 1: mischief | tumblr | ao3

day 2: cooking | tumblr | ao3

day 3: alone time | ao3

day 4: cuddles | tumblr | ao3

day 5: rain | tumblr | ao3

day 6: closeness | tumblr | ao3

day 7: free | tumblr | ao3

F E B R U A R Y

to get back to you (I’ll live a thousand lives)[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 17545 summary:

What starts as an innocent journey to find inspiration becomes a fight for love that lasts through the centuries, but in the end there is nothing that can stop Victor from coming back to Yuuri. Not even the curse of eternal rebirth.

written for @victuuri-week and @yoimythologyweek

day 1: historical | tumblr | ao3

day 2: promises | tumblr | ao3

day 3: inspiration | tumblr | ao3

day 4: free | tumblr | ao3

day 5: fantasy & icarus | tumblr | ao3

day 6: sci-fi & norse mythology | tumblr | ao3

day 7: journeys & reincarnation | tumblr | ao3

day 8: soulmates & free | tumblr | ao3

day 9: star-crossed lovers | tumblr | ao3

day 10: magical creatures | tumblr | ao3

day 11: eros and psyche | tumblr | ao3

the end | tumblr | ao3

carry on, darling, we were built to last

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1251 summary:

Valentine's Day can only be celebrated in style.

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a black heart of gold[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 67471 summary:

Victor Nikiforov, aka Grand Prix, knows that he's Yakov's most skilled hitman. That's just a fact and he isn't in the habit of arguing with facts. He also knows that he's the only one Yakov trusts, period. In this case though, he's the only one Yakov can rely on to take care of the elusive sniper Eros, who kills Yakov's henchmen left and right. What Victor doesn't know, however, is that Eros' little vendetta is not a matter of coincidence, but pure premeditation, and thus... he falls into a trap that a rookie like Little Fairy could see from a mile away. He falls in lust. And then in love. The fool.

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M A R C H

lighter, better, fuller

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1789 summary:

St. Petersburg might not be what Yuuri imagined, but anywhere he goes is a good place as long as Victor's by his side.

written for the @heartbeatszine

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Everlasting

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 3668 summary:

When his mother falls ill and only a special flower can save her, Yuuri takes it onto himself to travel to the Garden of Everlasting to find it. What he finds, though, is more than just the flower.

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dazzle me with gold[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 146465 summary:

Everyone knows who Victor Nikiforov is.

Even shepherds and beggars, even children of such.

So when Yuuri’s hunting trip takes him almost to the other side of the forest and he’s caught by men with the flaming sun insignia embossed in the gold of their breastplates, Yuuri knows who he is being dragged to meet. He just doesn’t know why.

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M A Y

what living feels like

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1741 summary:

"What do you say, Makka?" Victor asks, stroking one of Makkachin's ears. "Think you can share?" 

written for kamome: @softviktorzine

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J U L Y

together, we’re golden[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1548 summary:

"You did it, Yuuri," Victor says and squeezes Yuuri's now limp hand. His cheeks hurt from how hard he grins.

written for the born to shine @yuurizine

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@wewritevictuuri‘s autoteles week

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 5306

day 1: relationships | tumblr

day 2: nature | tumblr

day 3: missing moments | tumblr

day 4: the arts | tumblr

day 6: fantasy | tumblr

A U G U S T

on your sweet temples (a crown of love)

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 10946 summary:

When Victor and Ivan's father dies, he leaves Victor to a life of pain with only one thing to bring a semblance of happiness to his dreary days – a charmed pot of pinks that, unknown to anyone else, is much more than it seems to be at first glance.

written together with the amazing @saniika

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S E P T E M B E R

pulchritudinous

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 1868 summary:

adj used of persons only; having great physical beauty “pulchritudinous movie stars”

Synonyms: beautiful delighting the senses or exciting intellectual or emotional admiration

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O C T O B E R

thread your needle through my heart (and stitch us into one)

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 8258 summary:

"I don't do fashion. I am fashion." —Coco Chanel

oneshots from the modus vivendi au written for @yurionrunway

day 1: fashion stylists | tumblr | ao3

day 2: costumes | tumblr | ao3

day 3: footwear | tumblr | ao3

day 4: subcultures of fashion | tumblr | ao3

day 5: past fashion | tumblr | ao3

day 6: gender role subversion | tumblr | ao3

day 7: creativity | tumblr | ao3

N O V E M B E R

draped in your love, I breathe[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 92856 summary:

When Phichit Chulanont, the best friend, main model, and face of Yuuri's brand of designer fashion wear decides to branch out a little, Yuuri is more than supportive. It is purely on accident that the man whom Yuuri admires (more like crushes on to the max but will die if you tease him about it), the famous Victor Nikiforov, is holding a casting for his next runway show, and since Yuuri is a good friend, he can't let Phichit go alone, now can he? Little do they both know that they're going into a meeting that will change all of their lives. For better or for worse.

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D E C E M B E R

drabbles written for @vityaweek​

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 5383

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day 2: favourite au | tumblr

day 4: hairstyle | tumblr

day 5: mythology au | tumblr

day 6: his grace, royalty au | tumblr

day 7: home | tumblr

red, for love triumphant[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing:  victuuri words: 12088 summary:

Everything happens as we know it. Everything stays the same. Except one little detail: ever since the Junior Worlds, every time he wins, Victor gets a single rose in his fanmail.

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miscellaneous random writes: 19893

june 30

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september 2

september 5

september 12

september 14

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october 4

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november 14

november 29 (wish for @yuuriweek2018)

december 7

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Excellent

Fastening

Butterfly Pushback

Stamp

14K

Height

12 mm (0.5 inches)

Width

9 mm

Style ID

5383

Stock#: WJD PE108-1352300

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3 ways to build resilience to stressful life events

Resilience is your ability to adapt to adversity or unexpected changes that occur in your life. Contrary to what many believe, resilience is not an inborn personality trait that some people naturally have and others lack. It’s a learned skill. And that’s good news because being resilient is one of the best ways to protect against the effects of stress. 

Since we can’t completely avoid stress, the goal of effective stress management is two-fold: exercise good decision-making over the things you can control in order to minimize self-imposed stress, while being resilient toward the stressors you can’t control, such as sickness, accidents, and losses.

Here are three ways you can begin to build resilience to the stressful life events you might encounter. 

Seek out supportive relationships

One of best ways to adapt to life’s challenges is to build and maintain positive and loving relationships. It’s hard to overstate the importance of this type of support. When you’re feeling stressed, discouraged, or overwhelmed, turning to trusted people in your life can give you a renewed sense of strength and cut through any distorted thoughts you might have about your situation. 

Practice good self-care

Your ability to be resilient under stress requires you to have emotional and physical reserves to draw upon. One of the most important ways to build these reserves is by practicing good self-care. Start by getting an adequate amount of sleep, eating nutritious food, making time for recreation and investing energy into people and activities that are in line with your values. 

Be proactive

You strengthen your resiliency when you are proactive but you weaken it when you become passive and reactionary. When you set goals for the future it helps propel you toward more action. It may take some time to recover from a setback or loss, but your situation will improve if you continue to deliberately work at it.   Even though no one likes the fact that hardship, trauma, sorrow, and pain are part of our lives, the question isn’t whether we will experience adversity but how we will manage it. If you learn to bend, become flexible and adapt to the new challenges that emerge, you know that you have learned resilience.

References

Gary Gilles, Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor

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