#what if bryce cries

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

me: yeah im commiting, jensen officially has a motorcycle

also me: yk what goes with motorcycles?

me: mysterious helmets and leather jackets?

also me: accidents.

[asherthehimbo]

Outliving the stars | Choi San

synopsis: You've always felt a part of you was missing, the desire for something greater only being lessened when you were gazing at the stars. You know you lost something, someone, you just dont remember what, who. Maybe the astrology major your friend sent you on a blind date with has the answers.

Pairing: Choi San x Male!reader

Info: one shot, words(2.1K),

Trope: reincarnation, Immortal x mortal, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, anxiety, topic of death, suggestive jokes, it's said they have sex but no actual smut, injuries, birthmarks shaped like scars, insecurity, self scrutinizing, social anxiety, overthinking, talks of past lives

Song inspo: Burn out the stars - Bryce savage

It was at times like these that you wished you could punch your best friend. Wooyoung was sweet, but you swear he had it out for you, sending you out on a blind date with nothing but a first name. Now you were standing at the planetarium entrance like an idiot waiting for someone you didn't even know.

Wooyoung had pesterd you for three weeks until you finally gave in. He kept trying to set you up with one of his classmates, and you were too tired to register what you were agreeing to. "Come on [Name], you can't keep being hung up on some mystery guy from your dreams. San, on the other hand is perfect, broad shoulders, an astrology major, rich, handsome face, smooth voice and he's kind" Wooyoung rambled on as you were sitting in your dorm, trying to finish the economics paper you had that was due on Friday.

"Do you want me to go out with this guy, or do you want to do so yourself?" You asked him, only receiving a pillow to your face as a response. Sighing, you looked at Wooyoung, who was taking up your entire bed. "If I go on this date, would you let me finish my paper in silence?"

Wooyoung immediately jumped up from the bed. "YES, OKAY YAY!I'm gonna go tell San you agreed! Oh! This is gonna be so much fun! SATURDAY 1PM SHARP, " Wooyoung shouted while jumping around before sharply turning on his heel to sprint out of the room, leaving with a shout of "WEAR THOSE CUTE JEANS I BOUGHT YOU!"

You only sighed, turning back to your paper and relishing in the silence.

You did, in fact, end up wearing the jeans he bought you, black baggy jeans with white stars splattered on them, matched with your red converse, and a red hoodie.

You did not want to be here, it was cold, people were staring (probably because of the scar on your face, a voice in your head told you, you ignored it) and you were craving a strawberry refresher. You guess arriving an hour early wasn't the best course of action, but you were up early, not being able to sleep the night before.

Dreams of your faceless lover had once again plagued your mind. It had been a common occurrence ever since you turned 10. You would be cuddled up in the arms of a man you could not remember, but you knew him. In a soft grass field he would be holding you tightly, you would both be watching the stars, you listening as he points out different constellations, these dreams were safe, they made you feel at ease.

But all too often, these dreams would evolve into nightmares, the same 7 scenes playing out. Your therapist had said it must have been a physiological way to deal with your own insecurities. The birthmarks that littered your skin had always looked like scars. You remember talking to her when you were 12. She said it was your brain trying to justify the marks, trying to create a story for them.

You believed her. After all, she knew better, but these dreams just felt so real, so vivid. You would hear your own heartbeat slow down and hear the cries of your mystery lover as he holds onto you. You could feel the tears dripping from his face onto yours. No matter what turn these nightmares had, they always ended with you dying in his arms.

You guess Wooyoung had been right in his concern, as your best friend he knew first hand the effect these dreams had on you. The nights you wake up gasping for air, vomiting out your dinner, clawing at your neck because something in your throat is burning. The times you're awake while your consciousness is still trapped in whatever nightmare you were experiencing. He had been there since the age of 10, he had been there.

You rubbed together the two sleeves of your hoodie, starting to feel more uncomfortable as time passed by. People were walking past, laughing, and giggling at one another. You wondered what was so funny, what were they all laughing at? Were they laughing at you? no, you didn't do anything funny, did you? oh, it's your face, right? Your face is funny, it's ugly, creepy, the scar covering your eye, one you did not deserve. A mutated freak born with scars that were not earned a fake, a- "[Name]?" A hand on your shoulder disrupts your anxiety fueled thoughts.

You turn around to find a black haired man, he's a little shorter than you, although his shoulders are broad. Jawline sharp, eyes as soft as a warm blanket on a winter's night, despite the intimidating structure of the man, his eyes, his smile, his dimples, he seems inviting, familiar almost.

He stands smiling at you, the arm he used to grab your attention is hovering awkwardly in the air, his cheeks are flushed, a pink matching one of the familiar drinks in his hand. "Umm, I'm San? your date. " he seems unsure of himself, but you find it cute, having to suppress a giggle so as to not make him feel bad.

You give him a small smile as you mentally thank Wooyoung for choosing someone good looking,"Nice to meet you, San." You nod your head at him as you shift your weight between your feet. You're being so awkward right now, but something tells you that San doesn't mind.

Despite your lack of social skills, the interaction itself does not seem awkward. Although you can feel something straining it, you brush it off to first date jitters. "Oh!um I also got us some drinks, Wooyoung said you liked strawberry refreshes, although I don't know if he was messing with me. He has a tendency to do that lately, but um drink?" San asks as he lifts up the hand, holding two drinks questioningly. His shoulders seem to tense as he awaits your reaction.

"Woo didn't lie, I do like Strawberry refreshers, thank you" you nod your head at him, his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath of relief, he picks up the pink drink from the holder in his hand and gives it to you. Your fingers touch for a moment as you take the drink from him and you jump back a little, San doesn't seem all that surprised, but he chuckles "Static electricity's a bitch, huh?"

You don't think that's how it works, but you laugh along nonetheless. It's weird as you walk with San into the planetarium. You don't like new people, don't feel comfortable around them, yet with San, it's different. You feel safe with him. He feels so familiar.

You spend the day following San around the planetarium, he excitedly points out constellations, and you swear the fake stars above your head shine dimmer than the light in Sans eyes. Somewhere along the line, your hand had been intertwined with his, as a precaution to not lose one another, you told yourself.

The date ends when the sky outside matches the one in the planetarium, a dark purple background with little specks of light twinkling above you both. The date lasted the whole day and you were having so much fun you didn't even realize, Wooyoungs gonna kill you for not telling him how everything went immediately but you can't find it in yourself to care about the headache your best friend will inevitably give you tomorrow morning.

That night, you sit on your bed, smiling down at the goodnight text from San, despite him having wished you a goodnight merely a few hours before when he walked you to your dorm. That night is the first night you sleep peacefully, no dreams of your mystery lover, no dieing, no waking up in a cold sweat despite it being winter. Nothing

Instead that night you sleep, cuddled up with the tiny red star plushie that San won for you at one of the planetarium games, you named her 'astéri' the greek word for star. Also, the exact name you put as your contact for the man who won her for you.

Your relationship with San had been a fast development, one date, then two, then you start eating lunch together, he starts walking you to classes, he joins your friends and you on movie nights, he plays games with Yunho. San becomes a part of your life faster than you can imagine, and you don't even care.

It's on your hundred day anniversary, a hundred days of dates and hangouts, and obviously being together despite no official title, that San officially asks you to be his boyfriend.

It's an emotional ordeal. He made a picnic in his backyard, creating a fort where you could both lay down and watch the stars on the soft grass. It's summer now, much hotter than when you first met, you wear a red tank top. San has expressed his love for your collarbones before, and thinking back to the moment makes you blush.

He was a bit tipsy when he blurted it out, face flushed pink given the alcohol of the drinking game he had played with your friends earlier, the room was hot, filled with college boys and liquor, so of course you took off your jacket, San had started cheering, then giggling, talking about how much he liked your neck, your collarbones. You don't know if he remembers this moment, you hope he doesn't, it would save you the embarrassment.

San presents you with a necklace on the night of his confession, a black leather strap threaded through a red star that's rimmed with silver. On the back of the necklace, the name 'astéri' is carved, under it lies numbers which look like coordinates. You don't ask.

San slips the necklace around your neck, fingers trailing dangerously slow along your shoulders. You were scared at first, you liked San, loved him, as much as you trusted him, you were scared of what his reaction would be.

He may have seen you in strappy clothing before, but he's never seen the extent to which your birthmarks your scars cover your body. The worst of them were located on your waist.

Despite your hesitance, the way San looks at you after you agree to be his, after you agree to let him be yours, it makes you want to kiss him, let him embrace every part of you and let you do the same to him.

He looks at you like you yourself were the star and who were you to deny a mortal access to a celestial entity?

That night, you learn the true extent of San's love for you, the way he trails his fingers overy every inch of your skin, extra soft kisses placed on the marks littering your body, he's gentle almost as if he knows the phantom pains they bring you, despite you never having told him.

That night you and San become, you and San, under the stars. On the soft blanket he laid out in his backyard as the warm wind of summer nips at your exposed skin.

It's when you're lying down, breathless, in between San's arms that he starts talking, answering your question from earlier that night. The numbers on the back of the necklace, the coordinates, are of a star San bought in your name. He literally bought you a star and named it 'astéri'.

"You deserve the whole galaxy, and yet I do not have the power to retrieve it for you. This way, you can have a piece of the outer world, and it can have a piece of you"

You don't think you've ever felt so loved in your life. You had fallen for San so quickly, so hard. It's hard to imagine a time when he wasn't in your life, despite the fact that you hadn't known him long, everything with him just felt so right.

You were sure you were meant to be with San in every lifetime, meant to spend every moment of your life with him. When you told him this, it had been the first time you ever saw him cry, genuinely cry. It was as if your words affected him more than you knew. You're sure they did.

That's one thing you never did understand about San, he has told you everything about himself, but you still felt as if something was missing, a piece of information locked away, it was like he was guarding it, scared you would find out. He thought he hid it well, but you prided yourself on knowing people, knowing your boyfriend. You trusted him. He would tell you when he was ready.

You and San would watch the stars burn out together, watch the world fall in each others arms, protected by a love so pure that the only thing left in the universe would be you and San

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my friends call me a loser (dumb love 2) ✧ ruhn danaan

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pairing: ruhn danaan x fem!reader 

summary: ruhn wanted forever with you, but he got in his head and fucked it all up. 

word count: 1,882

warnings?: angst city bitch, not proofread

PART ONE

Ruhn Danaan was, in a word, a massive fucking idiot, and Bryce had made it her mission to never let him forget it. 

“What the hell do you mean that you said it was casual between you two?!” she shouted when she found out. Ruhn had holed himself up in his room, blowing through his supply of mirthroot in a vain attempt to dull the pain. But Bryce wasn’t going to let him be miserable without giving him a piece of her mind. “She fucking adored you, and I thought you did too! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

All Ruhn could manage was another long drag of his joint. Bryce snatched it out of his hands and set it in the ashtray on his nightstand. The most Ruhn could manage for a reaction was a groan and a half-assed attempt to snatch it back from her. 

“Seriously Ruhn, what the fuck!?”

He shrugged. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he did it. All Ruhn had to say was “fuck off” or, even better, that he truly liked you and he was fucking terrified of that, but all he could think to say was that it meant nothing even when it meant everything. Worse, he tried to prove to himself that he wasn’t emotionally attached to you. 

It failed miserably, if anyone was wondering. When he sauntered up to the faun across the bar, all of his usual lines lacked any luster. They didn’t feel right when it wasn’t you he was saying them to. And when the faun suggested they go to her place, Ruhn was already searching for any way to get out of it. He was relieved when he saw Bryce and Hunt making their way to the bar, and he excused himself with hardly a word to the faun. 

Ruhn had been delighted to hear that Bryce and Hunt had ran into you, and for Declan to confirm he saw you. He was ready to go find you, to finally have a nice evening. When Hunt said that you were actually on your way out, Ruhn couldn’t help but feel disappointed. And then a worse thought struck him—what if you had seen him with the faun? No, surely not. You weren’t the most confrontational person he knew, but you weren’t the type of person to stand for that sort of disrespect. If you had seen him, you would have said something. Besides, Bryce didn’t say anything that would indicate you were upset. Declan was oddly silent, but he also didn’t speak to you. Everything was fine. He hoped. 

Yet when he went home, earlier than everyone else because he was most certainly not having a good time, he was surprised to find his room noticeably empty of anything belonging to you. The only thing that remained was your faintly fresh scent—like you had just been there. When he asked Flynn, he wanted to wring his friend’s neck for letting you walk off like that. Yes, you had seemed fine. Yes, you had been joking around with him. But no one, no one, ever just packed up all of their stuff and everything be a-okay. 

Ruhn didn’t want to think about how many traffic violations he committed as he sped over to your apartment. All that he could focus on was seeing you, on hearing your voice, on making sure everything was still good. He never felt like a bigger idiot than when you forced him out, told him to lose your number, and cried on the other side of the door. Ruhn wasn’t sure how long he stood there, waiting for you to come out and say this was all a big joke or something, but he was gone before the sun came up. 

Bryce’s hand balled up into a fist. “Fucking say something!” she snapped. 

He wished she would just hit him and get it over with. 

“Told you he’s like a ghost,” Declan said from the door, leaning against the threshold, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Let him fucking rot,” Bryce said and stormed out. Declan followed, shutting the door behind him. 

Ruhn picked the joint back up, shut his eyes, and pretended that you were lying beside him still. 

Ruhn stood outside of the bookstore you worked at. He had no reason to be there. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever picked up a book. But you were inside, and he needed to see you just once. Needed to know that you were okay. Or, at least, as okay as you could be. Besides, it was almost the end of your shift, and someone should make sure you got home safe. 

He hadn’t been around the store much before. Only really knew where it was because he picked you up there once before taking you to dinner with Bryce and Hunt. A double date, Bryce had insisted on it. She wanted to know what poor sucker had him so smitten. When Ruhn saw how well you meshed in with his life, it made him want to run for the hills and it made him want to ask you to marry him on the spot. You made his head spin. Ruhn was never sure how to make heads or tails of anything when you were involved. 

And then you were coming around more often. You met Declan and Flynn. You went to their parties, outdrank all of them with ridiculous ease. It felt like you were always meant to be there. Like there was a hole in his life that he hadn’t realized existed until you were making him feel whole again. 

Maybe that was what scared him. Ruhn wasn’t used to this kind of unfiltered, pure love. He never had a real relationship before. Any he had before were for the sole purpose of pissing his father off. He never cared about them, not really. But you? You made him feel the warm fuzzies the people in those shitty romance novels feel. When a person is unused to that sort of thing, it’s easy to feel ill about it. It was even easier to ruin it all before he got hurt. 

He watched you through the window, chatting with a customer. You’ve been talking to them a while, actually. They’re a shifter he’s seen around before. Ruhn doesn’t know much, but he doesn’t like the way they’re leaning in across the counter, laughing at everything you say. What do they know about your jokes? They probably don’t even understand the jokes. What a fucking poser. 

But then you’re touching their arm as you walk around the counter. They’re helping you with closing the store. Their hand is on the small of your back as you twist the key in the lock. Ruhn felt sick as you climbed in their car and sped down the road.

He vomited in a nearby trash can. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and stumbled to the White Raven. Ordered shot after shot after shot, trying to burn that image out of his mind. 

The bartender had to call Declan and Flynn to get him out. 

It was months before Ruhn was able to not drink himself half to death—which, for a fae, is an alarming amount of alcohol. He should count himself lucky that fae have higher healing abilities, or else his poor liver would be wrecked beyond repair. Hel, he would probably still be at home if it weren’t for everyone giving him shit for it. Let him rot, they said, but when he tried, it was suddenly a fucking problem.  It was well-meaning, he thinks, but still. It’s the principal of the thing. 

Still, he frequented the White Raven somehow more than he ever did before. Sometimes he would catch glimpses of you with that stupid shifter. Sometimes he would drink just enough that he could delude himself into thinking you were sitting beside him, tracing your fingernail along the swirls of his tattoos, head leaned against his shoulder. One of his friends would drag him away before he could fall too deep into the fantasy. 

None of them were here tonight, though. So there was no one to stop him from ordering more shots than he should as he watched you dance with that damned shifter. 

Ruhn would never wish you unhappiness, but…Was it a bad thing to wish that you didn’t move on so fast? An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut. What right did he have to be upset? The only reason you were with that shifter was because he fucked everything up. If Ruhn had just kept his godsdamned mouth shut, it could have been him you were dancing with right now. But no, he just had to shove his whole foot into his mouth. 

The song ended and faded into another. You pulled away from the shifter, heading in the direction of the restrooms. The shifter slid up to the bar, eying Ruhn, before directing his attention to the bartender and ordered a couple drinks. What an idiot. They couldn’t even order your favorite drink. What did you see in them? 

He had no right to think little of the shifter, though. He gave that up. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing their attention. “Be good to her,” Ruhn said, nodding in the direction you had gone. 

The shifter raised a brow. “You a friend or something?”

“Or something,” Ruhn said. “She has a good heart. Don’t break it.”

They shrugged, taking a long sip of their drink. “Eh, don’t see it getting far enough to break hearts.”

Ruhn’s heart stopped. No. It wasn’t cool when he did it—this asshole was not allowed to do the same thing to you. “Excuse me?”

“It’s nothing serious, you know? Just testing the waters.”

Ruhn’s fist swung before he could stop it. The crack of the shifter’s jaw was satisfying enough that he landed a few more punches in before they started fighting back. Ruhn was knocked into the bar, but he didn’t let that stop him. He charged at the shifter, knocked him to the ground. He blacked out from the rage—only became aware when a couple bouncers pulled him off the shifter and dragged him a few feet away. 

He shook them off. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going,” he growled. 

The bouncers followed him as he pushed through the crowd that formed. But he couldn’t stop himself from stomping the heel of his boot on the shifter’s nose as he passed. The bouncers yanked him away again.

“Oops, didn’t see him there.”

As the bouncers dragged him out, he caught a familiar eye in the crowd. You stared at him, eyes wide and jaw open, horrified at the display of violence before you. The bouncers dragged him straight passed you, and he could very nearly hear what you were going to say. An admonishment for fighting in public, a good tongue lashing for fighting your…whatever that shifter was. 

But he beat you to the punch. “You deserve better than that lowlife,” he said. 

You couldn’t let him have the final word. 

“What, like you know what’s good for me?”

And somehow that hurt more than any hit that piece of shit shifter could land on him. 

[rkoradiopictures]

Blitz moments I'm thinking about after Full Moon

Him saying they haven't been having their meetings for a couple months because HE'S been busy, not because Stolas has been flaking out on them. Protecting himself from the idea that he may have been rejected. Convincing himself he's in complete control

Blitz has the crystal. He knows what it does. His business is fine. But once Stolas says Blitz doesn't have to see him anymore, he's shocked and says he can "do better" for him. Stolas gave him an out, gave him his freedom, but he doesn't want to be let go. He's scared to lose their arrangement. Likely because it's a way to have a relationship but still keep Stolas at a safe distance

Blitz saying "I'll stay with you Stolas! I love you so much" like it's a joke 😬 Because he thinks it must be roleplay. Even him saying "Never done this one before but I can get into it" ugh

Blitz following Stolas through the house to continue their conversation. Honestly love to see it after him running away from their hard conversation before in Ozzie's. Him violently kicking open the doors in the echoey hall. His angry outburst vs Stolas quietly taking it. Partly a difference in their personalities, partly because Stolas has had months to prepare for this conversation while Blitz just had this sprung on him and doesn't have time to process

Blitz not hiding his tears from Stolas like he tried to do after Ozzie's. He's letting it all out there this time

Blitz emotionally yelling at Stolas. Finally acknowledging what's been bothering him. Saying he won't let Stolas dismiss him. Yelling "Let's go!" as if daring Stolas to yell back, fight back. That's what Blitz is used to after all. But Stolas doesn't do that. He cries which Blitz did NOT prepare for. And we saw that he felt bad and wanted to apologize before Stolas portaled him out. Stolas can argue we know that but he's not really the type of character to engage in a screaming match. Blitz felt like he could handle anger and fighting, but Stolas's sincerity and hurt threw him for a loop

Brandon and Bryce's voice acting MY GOD. That whole exchange between them was so raw. Brandon embodied the hurt rage, Bryce embodied the defeat and sensitivity.

Blitz trying extra hard this episode (dressing up, buying toys, desperately hoping Stolas isn't bored of him). At first that can read as him only being afraid of losing the grimoire and therefore his business. But his reaction to the crystal vs his reaction to Stolas saying they don't need to see each other anymore showed that Blitz is invested in Stolas more than the book

Personally the buildup part of this ep didn't feel very strong to me. But from minute 17 onward I was locked in. When the drama and characterization is good, it's very good! And that's what I love about Helluva Boss. I rewatched that argument several times

[moonlightazriel]

Day 1: Family

For: @ruhnweek

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Ruhn puffed the smoke out through his nose, his eyes glued to the two females in the front of their private booth. Y/N held a microphone awfully close to her lips, trying to conceal breathing, singing, laughing and the weight of Bryce’s body on her back as his sister piggy rides his mate. The two females sang so loudly that he was sure the rest of the clients were able to hear. 

Some pop music he didn’t even know the name of, but the beauty in the moment wasn’t their voices, but the bright smiles both of them wore, bursting out laughing randomly throughout the song. He allowed the calmness of the mirth-root to settle in, carrying his mind to a memory so distant in time…

“Wait, so you’re telling me you have a sister I never heard about?” She placed her hands on her hips like a mother ready to scold her disobeying child. 

“You know that my asshole father likes to pull these moves.” Ruhn sighed, his face seeming tired. She moved towards him, his shirt riding up, that was all she wore. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she looked at him worried.

“How do you feel about it?” She inquired and he rested his hands on her hips, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he spun her around, placing her on the counter he was leaning seconds ago. 

“It’s weird, and she’s much younger. How do I even approach a teenager?” She pulled a strand of hair behind his ear, prompting him to pull her in for a kiss, her warm lips brought him peace.

“I’ll be there with you, it’s going to be fine.” She promised as they parted the kiss, and he believed her.

—--

Bryce Quinlan was much younger than he expected, just a thirteen year old girl, scared to be in the presence of her father for the first time. Her eyes curiously roamed around, trying to find some comfort in such a hostile environment, her father's clear distaste for her presence hurt her young heart, but she didn’t allow it to show on her face.

She eyed the female again, her kind eyes softening whenever she caught Bryce staring, making the younger blush. The female had pretty, pointy ears in display like hers, her silk hair on a bun and she wore a summer dress. Bryce had caught her rolling her eyes to her father’s voice a couple of times, clearly displeased to be near him.

Ruhn groaned internally, he wanted to tell his father to shut the fuck up, his harsh words towards Bryce’s looks and education being so out of hand that he could even feel Y/N’s anger growing through the bond they shared. 

“You can go to your room after the meal.” Einar ordered, making Bryce deflate, she was so excited to meet the city. But Y/N cleared her throat.

“I would like to invite Bryce to go have some ice cream with me and Ruhn, we can take care of her for the day.” She blinked at the teenager. 

“She can go.” The autumn King dismissed. 

They haven’t even finished their meal, but Y/N got out of the table, offering her hand to Bryce and being escorted by Ruhn, she would always spend as little as she could in his presence, going months without even visiting her father in law if she could avoid it. 

She ignored the scoff the male loudly let out. She knew Einar hated her, but he knew that when the mating bond snapped, there was nothing he could do to prevent her and Ruhn from ever getting together, not without losing his son completely, so he just ignored her most of the time.

—--

“Where would you like to go?” She turned to Bryce, Ruhn was by her side, his sister shyly trying to keep eye contact with them, she had looked at him with such admiration when he arrived that he had almost cried.

“Are we not getting ice cream?” She asked, her head whipping around trying to gather all the information FiRo had to offer. 

“Oh we are, but now you’re free to choose what you want to do. We want to know about you.” Bryce seemed radiant when she heard that, she had researched about Lunathion before going there, she wanted to go to museums, parks and so many places. 

That day, she held Bryce’s hand, allowing the younger girl to drag her around, from shop to shop, park to park. They walked around the whole city, Bryce was so happy, the two chatting like they knew each other since his sister was born. Ruhn watched as his mate and sister bonded, Bryce giggling and trying to keep her ice cream away from Y/N’s reach, the female scooping bits of the teenager's sweet treat to make her laugh.

All the rude words and distance from their father was long forgotten, he knew how much it meant to her all the attention the both of them were giving to her, he just didn’t know how much. 

So when Bryce went back to her mother’s house, they would always visit her, Mrs Quinlan had welcomed the two of them with open arms, for being so good for her Bryce she had claimed. And whenever his sister would go back to Lunathion, it was in their shared house she would stay. 

Ruhn then remembered when he and Bryce fought, the harsh words he condemned his father for saying to her coming out of his lips. Y/N had come home in that exact moment, gasping and shoving him aside, pulling Bryce towards their bedroom and locking him out. 

When she got out, was only to give him a pair of blankets and his pillows, stating that she couldn’t even look at him right now. It took almost as much time to get her to forgive him as it did for Bryce. 

When Bryce moved to Lunathion to attend college, they would always meet and have a girls night, despite being a few years older, the two of them had created a bond of their own, just as unbreakable as their mating bond and Ruhn loved it. The two females he loved the most in the world, shared a love just as big.

—--

Ruhn wiped the tears that gathered on the corner of his eyes, being startled by Y/N plopping  herself on his lap, Declan was the one singing now. Bryce sat with her feet across Hunt’s leg, her cunning eyes scanning him.

“Our performance was that good that brought you to tears?” She mocked, wiping an invisible tear from her own face. 

“He just can’t resist, we’re too good of a duo.” Y/N said squeezing his cheek and placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you two are just too good, I'm glad you two get along.” He said, his eyes going back and forth between the two. 

“She’s more my sister than you’re my brother, asshole.” Bryce flipped him off and he laughed. 

“And this makes me so happy, I love you two.” Y/N squeezed his face against her chest and Bryce jumped on the two. 

“We love you too.” She had said. “I’m glad to call you two my family.” Y/N kissed Bryce’s forehead. 

“Hey,stop this or I'll throw up.” Tristan said, rolling his eyes.

“FUCK YOU FLYNN.” The two females yelled in unison. 

“You heard my ladies.” Ruhn said, feeling his heart swell with happiness of seeing them both safe after everything they had gone through. His favourite girls.

[moider-time]

Trans Bruce Wayne? Male to female? Like she loves wearing Martha Wayne's dresses.

Anon you're speaking my language???

Bryce grew up watching her Mama get all dolled up for galas and always connected with that in a way that people say boys shouldn't. Listen Thomas and Martha were definitely the type of parents that didn't care abt gender norms and would let their kid dress however they want. Thomas probably rocked a few dresses in his time.

So Bryce tells them that she feels more like a girl than a boy? They're so accommodating. They get her whatever she needs. The surgery, the drugs, the clothes (but she prefers to wear Martha's too big dresses). Alfred switches from Young Master to Young Madam. It would hit even harder when Thomas and Martha die because those were two of the three people who truly understood her. And now they're gone.

After they die, people feel a bit more comfortable bringing up her 'changes' to her face. Alfred is right by her side but she did have some uncomfortable moments with people. Thomas and Martha definitely protected her from a lot of the media attention and stares.

She still becomes The Bat. I can see her going by Batman to protect her identity even more but also sticking with gender neutral The Bat. People can't tell if The Bat is man or woman which elevates the cryptid vibe she's going for.

The day Martha's dresses fit her perfectly is a bittersweet day. All Bryce has ever wanted is to wear her Mama's dresses properly and now that she can, her Mama isn't there anymore. She sobs into Alfred's arms that day but after that, wears Martha's dresses with pride.

By the time she adopts Dick, she passes so well that he doesn't know she's trans. And it just kind of never comes up? He calls her Mama (which she cries at) or B and that's what all the other kids end up doing. There's some LoA magic/tech involved in Talia giving birth to Damian. He shows up at the manor and upon finding out that Batman is actually a woman, he's impressed.

They find out when the batfam decide to dye their suits for Gotham's Pride Parade and Bryce's suit is the trans flag and her cape is the demiromantic flag. There was a lot of screaming that day.

Jason tries but he just can't fight his Mama, no matter how angry he is at her for not killing the Joker. He spends some time away from the manor but after a lot of talks, screaming, tears and hugs, he comes around. He is also very protective over his Mama, I won't accept otherwise (they all are tbh)

Also let her be tiny?? 5'2, buff Bryce Wayne picking her 6ft+ sons up easily. A tabloid got a picture of Bryce holding Dick up after an attack at the museum by The Riddler. She's in a pretty floral dress, with pink pumps and soot all over her face and her muscled arms covered in blood and scratches. The internet went insane.

Bryce Wayne: *exists*

Gothamites: mommy- sorry mommy- i mean mommy-

Also rip the batkids cause Bryce mothers all their friends too. Shit hits the fan when Jason nearly strangles Garfield cause Bryce gave him a forehead kiss to check if he had a fever.

[gavisfanta]

Secrets - Pedri

Just trying out something new. tell me if you like it tho ;)

pov: you are frenkie de jongs sister and there are a lot of rumours around you and some barca players

part2

yourinsta

2nd pic is me thinking if i should dye my hair for vacation or not.

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[peonierose]

How are Bryce and Luna coping during the first month of being parents, and to twins no less?

”Love Me Tender“

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 2,428k

TW: None. Mentions of breastfeeding.

Summary: Bryce and Luna are newly minted parents and weren’t prepared of struggling to put their twins to bed. Will they succeed?

A/N: Thanks so much for your ask @liaromancewriter it inspired me for two fics actually. ”Love Me Tender“ is one of them 🥰 The Title was inspired by one of the greatest artists and hot guys who’s ever lived, Elvis Presley 🩷

Bryce

It was 4:35 in the morning, and both Lunes and I were still awake. Trying to put the twins to bed. 

I sighed. 

How‘d my life come to this? Don’t get me wrong. I love our girls more than anyone I could ever love, but getting them to sleep is a real struggle. 

We put them to bed hours ago and put them on the mobile, letting pretty stars and moons go by, but their sleep didn’t last long. 

They woke up two hours ago and won’t fall asleep.

What happened to peace and quiet? One week prior, everything was great. They didn’t mention this quick transition in the pregnancy books I read. Maybe I read the wrong books? 

Well, I guess they covered other stuff, but not what to do when your kids wake you up at 4 a.m.

Luna suddenly sits up with Kehlani and walks her around the room. With Alaia in my arms, I go and get the bunnies they got from Ethan, their godfather, hoping that’ll soothe them into sleep. 

They hang onto the bunnies for a few seconds, but they’re still fussy. It didn’t work. Alaia's little face was still red from crying. 

So maybe plans c or d could work? Damn, we could really use Keiki’s help, but she’s on a field trip with her study group. 

Luna’s voice brings me back into the moment. 

”They’re not hungry, right? We changed them, and now what?“ Luna asks while I’m holding Alaia close to my chest. As I place kisses on top of her head, her soft blonde hair smells of lavender shampoo. 

I read somewhere that babies like skin-to-skin contact. So that’s why Lunes and I are basically standing in the middle of the room in our underwear. 

”I don’t know. Honestly, I’m close to crying with them. Then it’ll be a duet.“ Luna says it with a sigh. 

I exhale a long breath I’ve been holding in because I’m frustrated too. God, I‘ve never appreciated sleep more than I do now.

”What if we show them a video with marine animals? They seemed to love that last time.“ I suggested it, and I could see Luna’s shoulder droop in relief.

”Let’s give it a try.“ Luna adds, and we walk downstairs and sit down with the twins as I turn on Disney+ and select a nature documentary about marine animals, one that’ll last for at least two and a half hours. 

Soon, both twins' eyes are glued to the screen. 

We didn’t want to start them too early on screen time, but sometimes you have to in order to function as a human being and get some rest. 

After 30 minutes or so into the documentary, I saw both their eyes drooping, and they fell asleep.

”You’re a genius.“ Luna whispers, scared to wake them up.

"Well, this genius is too scared to move.“ I say frozen in place.

Luna sighs.

”Is now a bad time to have to pee?“ She says it with a guilt tinge in her voice.

I close my eyes. 

"Oh, come on, Lunes. Couldn’t you have peed before they fell asleep? What if we wake them up? Look how long it took before they fell asleep.“ 

Luna softly moves around.

”I’ll be quick, I promise.“ She says this and gently places Kehlani on the couch. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Lani stirs and starts to cry. Rosie isn’t far behind. 

”I hope your pee is worth waking the twins over.“ I'm trying to massage their little backs, hoping it’ll soothe them. 

Twins are funny in that regard. They have a special bond, especially if they’re identical twins, like our girls. 

But the downside is that as soon as one is ill or cries, the other does as well. 

They’re creepily in sync. Hopefully, it won’t stay like this forever—the crying, I mean. I know Kehlani and Alaia will turn out wonderful.

I turn to my wonderful girls.

”Why don’t you stop crying? Daddy would really like to get some sleep. So I can wake up pretty.“ 

They look up at my words and then continue crying. 

That’s when it hits me amidst the crying. I remember when Keiki and I were little, my mom used to sing to us »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley; it always calmed us down. Maybe we can try it with the twins. 

As soon as Luna is back from her bathroom break, I gently take the twins into my arms.

”I think I have an idea.“ I say the idea for the song is taking root. 

We walk upstairs, and Luna eyes me skeptically. 

”You know how to brew a potion that will make them sleep for seven hours straight?“ She asks excitedly. 

I gave her a sideways look. 

"Yeah, that was a little bit unrealistic.“ She shrugs, and I laugh softly. 

”Let’s try singing »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley.“

”Why that song?“ She asks as we reach the twin's bedroom. 

I breathed out, and as I laid the twins in their beds, I turned towards Luna, who never looked more beautiful. 

With wild hair, just in her underwear, illuminated by the light from the hallway. 

I put a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she smiled tenderly at me. It’s these moments I treasure the most, even with the twins crying. 

I pulled her closer as I told her about the idea I had. I want to reveal a bit more about myself and my childhood, which I don’t talk about nearly enough, but I should, because whether it was good or bad, memories are important to talk about. 

”My mom used to sing that song to me and Keiki all the time. Whenever we were sick, or when we were sad and had a hard time, it just always made things a bit easier.“ I explained.

Luna‘s smile reached her tired eyes, and she cupped my cheek to give me a soft kiss. 

”Let’s give it a try. I think I’ve still got my ukulele somewhere. Let me go grab it, and we’ll try singing that song. To be honest, it’s one of my favorite songs by Elvis. He was such a hot guy and so sweet. And what a voice, my god! They just don’t make them like that anymore.“

"Hey, I’m trying to save the world, and you’re calling another man hot? Shame on you, Lunes.“

”You didn’t let me finish. They don’t make them like that anymore, but you are the exception.“ She grinned. 

”You were always my favorite.“ I smiled and slapped her butt, making her laugh out loud as she went to look for her ukulele. Her laughter was still echoing from the walls, making me grin too. 

After a minute or so, Luna came back with her pink ukulele, adorned with flowers, hearts, and moons. She sat down in front of the twin beds and played the first tunes.

”I had no idea you played the ukulele.“ I was surprised to see her play the ukulele like a pro.

”I learned it along with Hula dancing.“

“Can I get this as a late birthday present?“ I imagined her in a hula get-up. The best image ever. 

Luna sighed.

"Really, that’s where your mind went to?“ She chastised me.

”Don‘t blame me. I’m tired and horny. And I’m not sorry.“

She shook her head, grinning. Soon the first tunes of the ukulele joined with her soft voice, and the twins stopped their crying. Too fascinated by what’s going on to keep crying. 

Yes, I pump my fist in the air; it looks as if the plan worked. Luna and I fist-bumped each other because our plan turned out better than expected. 

As the last note echoed in their bedroom, they soon fell asleep, and it looked as if we could go and catch some sleep too. 

”Thank God for our parents, who had good ideas.“

Luna nodded. 

We put on the mobile with the moon and stars spinning around softly and didn’t close the door entirely as we went to our bedroom. 

When we were lying down in bed, Luna turned to me, and I put an arm around her to pull her closer to me. 

”Let me guess you have a million questions.“ I said, and she elbowed me in the side. I laughed and kissed her on top of her head. 

”You miss her, don’t you?“

I don’t even try to act as if I don‘t know who she’s referring to.

"Yeah, I do, more than I care to admit.“ I turn around, so we’re lying face-to-face. 

”Maybe you need some love me tender too.“ Luna says this as she’s leaning into me. 

”That would be nice.“ I smiled against her lips.

Two days later...

Luna

We’re both leaning on the kitchen counter, bleary-eyed, and with our eyes half closed. 

”This is the second time in a row we haven’t slept.“ I mumbled. 

Bryce doesn't even look up from his coffee. 

”I mean, we knew this was going in, but it still stinks sometimes.“ 

I nodded and almost missed my mug in front of me.

”Damn. I never appreciated coffee as much as I do now. I love our kids, but I’d give my left kidney for two hours of sleep. Not even night shifts are this bad.“ 

”Come on, we'll get through this.“ I tried to sound more cheerful but just ended up sounding tired. But from the smile tugging at Bryce’s lips, I could still make him smile, which is a win in my book.

I’m about to take another sip from my juice since I‘m nursing when our doorbell rings, and I just grumble. 

”I’ll go get it.“ I said, and Bryce just mumbled incoherent words. 

I opened the front door, seeing my cousin Skyler, or Sky for short, stand in front of me.

”Good morning, sunshine.“ He looked well rested, with no dark circles under his smooth tan skin. His piercing dark blue eyes shone as if he sprang from the youth fountain. It’s so unfair how good he looked compared to my tired self. 

I groaned again and shielded my eyes from the glaring sun coming inside our house.

I stepped aside, and Sky walked in. 

”Is it a good morning? Huh. It’s already morning, and the sun is shining. Gosh, I’ve lost all feeling for what time it actually is or what day.“

Sky turned my way and only raised his eyebrows.

”You’re being weird.“

I sighed and joined Bryce in the kitchen. I grinned as Bryce held on to his steaming coffee mug, half asleep. 

”I came to the rescue. I thought I’d have to send a search party after your radio silence.“ 

”Please make him stop saying words.“ Bryce groaned.

”Come on, I’m good with kids, and I’m offering to help.“ Sky grinned. 

”So they sent you?“

”B!“ I exclaimed.

”Look, man. I’m really sorry. I’m just so fucking tired.“ Bryce sighed.

”Me too.“ I joined in while taking a sip of my mango and pineapple juice. 

"Yeah, Luna too.“ Bryce said while smiling tiredly. 

”No hard feelings. It’s all good. You‘ll get a free pass. This once. I know mom and dad struggled with us; you know, we're triplets, so I thought I’d help you out.“ Sky explained. 

Bryce’s eyes were tired from being up all night helping me change the twins and trying to make them fall asleep. 

We’re exhausted, and it’s only been four months since we brought the twins home. 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You guys look as if you’ve partied all night. And it was a weird theme party.“ He teased. 

"Yeah, if you count changing, breastfeeding, and getting the twins to sleep, and it takes almost all night? Yeah, then we partied real hard.“ I sighed.

And then I added. 

"Damn, breastfeeding really hurts. Who knew? I really hope the pain lessens a bit.“

”I’m even too tired to make a dirty joke about breasts and make you feel better.“ Bryce sighed and smiled softly but tiredly.

”I don’t need to know about your…uhh…anatomy. Or your female body parts.“ Sky winced. 

”Who’s being weird now?“ I smirked.

”Fair.“

We were all startled when we heard the baby monitor on the kitchen counter squeak. 

Both Bryce and I groaned.

Sky smiled.

”You know what? Why don’t I check up on the little angels? While you guys do whatever it is you do, make out or something.“

”We’re way too tired to make out.“ Bryce and I said it at the same time. 

The fog in my brain lifted, and it hit me. 

”Wait, are you here to babysit?“ 

Sky shrugged. 

"Yeah, why not? I have the next two days off, so I thought I’d take over, and you can go and do whatever it is you’re doing.“

”You’re an angel, and I love you.“ I smiled and hugged him tight. Sky grinned and hugged me back. 

Yep, he’s my favorite cousin. At least right now. 

”She doesn’t mean it.“ Bryce commented with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I grinned, so that’s where Lani and Rosie got it from. 

”Stop being mean.“ I said this to Bryce without any real heat behind my words. 

”Sorry. If you’re true to your word, I’ll go take a nap.“

I stopped hugging Sky for a minute to give B a look.

”Not even showering?“

”I love my bed more than my shower right now.“

"Well, I don’t. So let’s hit the shower.“ 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You are weirding me out. I’ll go look after the twins.“ 

”Thanks Sky.“

”You got it.“ He yelled. 

Bryce and I walked outside to our shower while Bryce mumbled and was grumpy until the water hit his face. 

When we came back from our shower and were settled in our bed, Bryce checked the baby monitor, but the monitor was quiet. It looks as if Sky is a wizard when it comes to calming down kids. 

”It’s so quiet.“ I turned to Bryce.

”What did we do before we had kids? Look at me, sounding pathetic.“

”You don’t sound, and you aren’t pathetic. It’s a new routine for us. And I guess we just have to find our balance.“

We both nodded.

Bryce drew circles on my skin, and I curled up into him, and seconds later we were already asleep while holding hands. 

Life is good when you’re with the people you love. Whether you’re blood-related or not, cherish those moments. 

[theostrophywife]

in heat.

masterlist

(ithan x reader)

author's note: a full fledged oneshot because my favorite wolf boy deserves it. good god the banter in this. i love ithan so much and i am spreading my propaganda. warning: soft fluffy smut. so sweet it might give you a toothache. summary: your nosy best friend ithan gets more than he bargains for when he barges into your apartment with beer and pizza, thinking you'd have a quiet night in.

The darkest pits of Hel could not compare to the sharp stabbing sensation in your womb.

You doubled over in pain, clutching at your midsection and pressing the heating pad over your lower abdomen to ease the cramps, but it still felt like someone was actively burying a hatchet in your stomach. It was only the first day of your heat and it already felt like bloody murder. You nearly cried at the realization that you’d have to endure at least six more days of this excruciating pain. 

Luckily, you’ve been given the whole week off from work. Sabine may be a selfish sadist, but even she understood the pains of a female wolf’s heat. It was likely the only reprieve you would be allotted as you twisted sideways onto your couch, kicking the blanket off your feet as you flipped through whatever trashy shows were on at this hour. 

The doorbell rang and you groan in response, barely summoning the energy to sit upright. Thinking that it was the pizza delivery that you placed an hour ago, you hollered across your flat with no intention of coming to the door. 

“Just leave it on the mat,” you call out. 

You waited a couple of seconds before the ear splitting ringing buzzed through your flat again. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp across your living room and yank the door open—fully prepared to give whoever it was on the other side an earful, but stop short when you catch a glimpse of the male standing in the hallway. 

Ithan Holstrom gives you a wolfish grin and briefly flashes you the box of pizza he'd undoubtedly snatched from the pizza delivery guy along with a six-pack of beer currently cradled in his arms before he’s barging into your apartment like he owned the place. The wolf makes himself right at home, plopping down on the couch and cracking a drink open. 

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at your friend. “What are you doing here?” 

The male takes a slow sip of his drink, patting the spot next to him. “It’s Friday, which means it’s movie night. I would’ve invited you over to the house, but Flynn and the girls are attempting to barbecue and I don’t really want to be there when Ruhn starts yelling at them for burning the grass in the backyard. Again.”

Shit. You’d been so distracted by the pain of your heat that you’d completely forgotten to cancel movie night with Ithan. 

“I can’t do movie night tonight.” 

Ithan twists to face you, his soft brown eyes examining you from head to toe. The messy bun you’d haphazardly thrown your hair in was nearly coming undone and spilling over the top of the thick, fluffy blanket you’d wrapped yourself in. The lounge shorts you were wearing were so short that they barely skimmed your thighs. You hadn’t bothered with pants this morning, but you did slip into your favorite Jelly Jubilee fluffy slippers—a gift from Bryce, of course. Ithan never understood your shared obsession with the Starlight Fancy toys, but he found it endearing nonetheless. 

“Do you have other plans?” 

You wave your hand over your current attire, shooting your best friend an incredulous look. “Yes, Holstrom. I clearly have a hot date to jet off to. Can’t you tell by my Jelly Jubilee slippers? I’ve been told it’s an absolute turn-on.”

Ithan rolls his eyes, fighting the smirk tugging at his lips. “Such a smartass,” he says fondly. “I’m asking because you having other plans is the only plausible reason I’ll accept for canceling movie night. Otherwise, I don’t see a reason why we can’t hang out.” 

“I’m…busy.” 

“Oh?” Ithan asks, raising a brow. “With what? Bryce is with Athalar and I’m here right now. So what else could you possibly have planned?” 

You huff in annoyance. “I have other friends, you know.” 

“Doubtful,” the wolf says with dripping sarcasm. He drums his fingers over the couch, a frown forming while his gaze flickers back up to you again. “We don’t have to hang out tonight if you don’t want to,” Ithan says softly. 

The uncertainty in his voice softens your grumpiness. You sigh, teetering over to where he’s sitting and cocooning yourself even further within the confines of your blanket. “It’s not that I don’t want to hang out,” you start, absentmindedly blowing at your bangs. “I’m just not sure that I’ll be the best company tonight.” 

Ithan cocks his head, noting the nervous shuffling of your feet. There was something different about you tonight. He couldn’t quite place it until you shifted again, bringing with you a wave of your signature scent—midnight rain and sage, tinged with a warm undertone that smelled so delicious that he had to resist pulling you into his lap just so he could catch another whiff. 

“Did you use a different soap?” Ithan asks, entirely distracted by the heavenly fragrance. “You smell really good.” 

You blush, shaking your head. “No.” Avoiding the wolf’s gaze, you stare at a spot on your pink rug. “Like I was saying, I’m not feeling that well so we have to take a rain check on tonight.” 

“Are you sick?” Ithan presses, concern flooding his eyes. He rises from the couch, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. Your knees buck underneath you from the simple touch, but your friend is too busy fussing over you to notice. “Do I need to call a medwitch? I can ask Hypaxia to come by—”

Burning fucking Solas. 

“Ithan,” you growl, drawing your friend’s attention. “Please do not summon the Queen of the Valbaran Witches for a house visit. I’m not sick. I’m just…” your eyes dart around the room as you attempt to look at literally anything else but the male standing before you. “I’m in heat.”

For what seemed like the longest ten seconds of your life, Ithan was silent. You dared to finally spare a glance in his direction, surprised to find him already looking at you. 

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Yeah, oh. Now you see why I can’t hang out.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t care if you’re in heat. I still want to hang out with you.” 

You blink. “You’re not…grossed out by it?” 

Ithan looks at you as though you were the one acting strange. “Why would I be grossed out by it? We’re wolves. It’s normal. I mean, besides the grumpiness, I think I can manage,” he shoots you a cheeky wink that makes you chuckle. 

“Now come on, I know you’re dying to watch some godsawful romcom.” 

You roll your eyes, but the tension eases in your shoulders as Ithan beckons you to sit next to him. He passes you a slice of pizza once you’re settled in and hits play on one of your favorite movies. It was a cheesy love story, but you absolutely fell for it every time. Ithan would never admit it, but he enjoyed watching these terrible movies just as much as you did. 

The two of you fell into your usual movie night routine. The city lights dimmed outside and brought with it a cool shift in the air. Despite the blanket wrapped around your body, you still shivered as the air conditioning came on. Wordlessly, Ithan pulls you into his arms and envelopes you in his warmth. 

Not an ounce of shame sluices through you as you greedily cuddle against him, feeling his soft chuckle sweep over your skin as he adjusts the blanket around the both of you. 

Ithan pulls the string on your hoodie—his hoodie technically and pokes your cheek with it. “I thought one of the guys took this from my laundry pile. Tharion and I got into it, but as it turns out, you’re the little thief that stole my clothes.”

You childishly stick your tongue out, shoving your hands in the pockets of the Crescent City Sunball hoodie while throwing your legs over Ithan’s lap. “Not my fault you left it here. Plus, it’s comfy and it smells good. You’re not getting it back.”

The wolf grins. “Keep it,” he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. Seeing you in his clothes made him feel a strange swell of pride. Ithan liked the sight of it more than he should. “It looks good on you.” 

“Thanks,” you murmur, leaning against him to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. 

Your best friend shifts, pulling you to his side and resting his hand by your hip. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, but you were suddenly hyper aware of every sensation as Ithan’s fingers trace circles along the sliver of skin peeking out from underneath his hoodie. The sweeping touch makes you freeze in place, your breathing soft and shallow as your eyes flutter close. 

It feels good—so good—to feel Ithan’s caress sweeping through your body. You release a small sigh of satisfaction that rumbles through him like crackling thunder before an oncoming storm. The two of you had cuddled plenty of times before, most of them innocent and platonic, with a few that had him wishing he’d pressed for more, but not like this. Never like this. 

The tension was so thick in the air that he could almost taste it on his tongue. Perhaps it was your heat affecting his senses, but as his fingers inched towards your ribcage, all Ithan knew was that he wanted to hear that purring sound come out of your mouth again. 

Before he could think better of it, Ithan fully pulls you into his lap, the tip of his nose brushing against your neck as his right hand roams underneath the large sweatshirt nearly swallowing you whole. He sweeps your hair over your shoulder, breathing in your scent while you shift your weight above him. 

“I meant what I said earlier,” Ithan murmurs against your skin. “You smell really fucking good.” 

You swallow thickly, desperately trying to focus on the movie playing on your television to distract yourself from how aroused you were. “Thanks. You do too. That’s mainly why I stole the hoodie.” 

“You like smelling like me?” There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, laced with an edge of possessiveness that makes your head swim.

“Mhm,” you reply, sinking back into his chest. “You smell all warm and cozy, like mahogany and pine.”

Ithan chuckles. “Good to know you find my scent so pleasing.” 

You could barely make out the words as his fingers inched higher, eliciting a shiver out of you. Despite the reaction, there was nothing but heat rushing through your veins from your close proximity. 

“You’re freezing,” Ithan observes, sounding every bit like the concerned friend that you knew and loved. Except there was something like lust and desire twisting through his features as you turned to face him. “I read that temperature irregularity is one of the main symptoms of a female wolf’s heat.”

You snort. “Been doing a lot of research on Wolf MD in your free time?” 

The male rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I have. I thought it might be helpful to know just in case my best friend ever needed the information, which I was just about to share before she interrupted with her usual smartass comments.”

The thought of Ithan researching your possible symptoms was mildly amusing and also extremely heartwarming. It was just so thoughtful and kind and sweet, which was basically your friend wrapped up in three words. 

“Alright then, wolf boy. Share the remedy with the class.”

He shakes his head at your sarcastic quip. “According to the internet—which only contains true and absolute facts—” the accompanying cheeky wink makes you chuckle softly. “Skin to skin contact should help regulate your body temperature.”

A tinge of pink blooms high upon your cheeks at the suggestion. “Is this just an excuse to see me shirtless, Holstrom?” 

Ithan rolls his eyes once more, pinching your side. “I’m just telling you what the expert opinion is. Don’t shoot the messenger.” 

“So…we’re just supposed to get naked and cuddle?” 

The more you thought about it, the more enticing the idea was. You were already doing one of two of those things and the only obstruction left was the clothing between you. And you very much wanted to rid yourself of that pesky little barrier.

“That’s the general gist of it,” he says, his soft brown eyes darkening. “I think chest to chest would suffice. We can keep the blankets around us if that’ll make you more comfortable.” 

Ithan offers you a genuine smile, which almost makes you feel bad about all the filthy thoughts currently running rampant in your hormone addled brain. Almost.

You swallow, facing your friend. “Only if you’re alright with it—”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything to help you.” You didn’t doubt the declaration for one second. It was just the type of male Ithan was. “Plus, I know you’re dying for the chance to ogle my abs.”

If only he had any idea how accurate that statement was. You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to turn around. “In your dreams, Holstrom.” 

Ithan’s laughter sweeps over your skin as he faces the other way, giving you some much needed privacy. You stare at the back of his head for a brief second, weighing the consequences in your head. Cuddling was one thing, but doing it while semi-nude was completely new territory. It gave you pause, clearly on the precipice of crossing some invisible line of your friendship. The boundary that grew thinner and thinner the more the two of you spent time together. 

Unbeknownst to you, Ithan was facing the same dilemma. The wolf was more than aware that he could possibly fuck up your friendship if he took this any further, but if there was anything he learned over the past few years, it was that life was short and he was done pretending that he wasn’t crazy about you. He only hoped you shared the same sentiment. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, you quickly slip out of his hoodie before tossing it to the other end of the couch and wrapping the blanket around you. 

“You can turn around now,” you say softly. 

Ithan did so slowly, his gaze trailing up to your face as he tried his best not to let it sweep past your exposed shoulders and the lacy bra that seems to be peeking out from underneath your knit throw. He busied himself with the hem of his shirt, lifting the article of clothing over his head in one swift move. 

You didn’t have nearly as much self control as Ithan did as your eyes roamed over the expanse of his golden brown skin and the muscles that rippled underneath while he shifted closer to you. Pure electricity crackles over your skin as he pulls you into his arms once more, this time without the barrier of your clothes. You let out a pleased hum as Ithan presses you flush against his chest, his natural warmth chasing away any trace of the cold. 

“Better?” He asks, his voice rough and husky. 

A soft moan is all you can muster as you greedily wrap your arms around his neck, drowning yourself in his heat and scent. Ithan was so godsdamned intoxicating and you knew that if you ever got a taste of him—a real taste—that you’d spend the entirety of your immortal life still craving more. 

The notion wasn’t helped as he skims his fingers over the back of your bra, tracing tantalizing circles that nearly made you go out of your damned mind. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of Ithan’s neck, lips barely brushing over his tanned skin as he inhales a sharp breath. Your hands moved of their own volition, dancing over his strong back and threading through his hair, which slipped through your fingers like silk. 

Ithan stills, his breathing soft and shallow while you wrapped yourself up in him. Large hands grip the tops of your thighs, shifting your position so that you were currently straddling him. You could feel how tense Ithan was underneath you as you released his strands and ran a teasing finger through his perfectly sculpted abs. 

“Ithan?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. Your best friend’s eyes snap open, giving you a glimpse of the dark desire dancing in his chocolate gaze. “What are you thinking about?” 

“I’m thinking that touching you is the most alive I’ve ever felt. I’m thinking that your scent is so intoxicating that I want to drown myself in it.” The gruffness in his voice makes your core clench with need. “I’m thinking that I really want to fucking kiss you right now.” 

You bite your lip and Ithan’s gaze immediately zeroes in on the movement. “Then what are you waiting for, Holstrom?” 

“Such a smartass.” 

The teasing remark is the last thing you heard before Ithan closes the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours as though it was taking every ounce of self control not to ravage you right then and there. Unfortunately for Ithan you didn’t share his patience and you hungrily pressed against him for more, arching into him and causing the two of you sink into the cushions. Your lips meld together and all of Ithan’s restraint vanishes as he flips you on your back without breaking the kiss. 

You moan against his mouth as he trails his hand up your inner thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts. “There’s something else I read about your heat. A remedy to the cramps and pain that you’ve been suffering from.” 

“And what would that be?” 

Ithan smirks and the sight knocks the breath out of your lungs. He was so godsdamned pretty that it should honestly be a crime for him to walk around looking like that. “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Then by all means.” 

The male attaches his lips onto your neck as he yanks your shorts off your legs. Ithan hooks his thumb on the waistband of your lace panties, his gaze boring into you as he impatiently tosses them to the side. 

“Can I touch you?” 

You nod, barely containing the anticipation building in your chest. Gods yes. 

You hadn’t realized you’d said that last part aloud until you were met with Ithan’s smug grin. “No sarcasm for me, sweetheart?” 

“Are you going to touch me or not?” 

His soft chuckle of amusement makes your blood sing. “So impatient. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it.” 

This demanding side of Ithan wasn’t one that you’d ever seen and you instantly decided that you liked it. While you adored the caring, sympathetic best friend you were so used to, the male before you reminded you that there was still a wolf lurking underneath that soft and sweet exterior. 

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what you really want, Ithan.” 

And fuck if that didn’t make his cock twitch in his pants. 

Ithan could barely contain himself as he stroked your sex, the movement so languid and painstakingly slow. Your thighs are shaking as he hovers above you, his bicep flexing as he teases a finger over your slick folds. 

“Is this what you learned from the totally reliable internet doctors? Teasing a female in heat until she goes out of her godsdamned mind?” 

Gone was the boyish grin you loved so much and in its place was a sexy, seductive smirk that made the arousal pool in your core. 

“Actually, no,” Ithan says nonchalantly as he circles your clit. “The doctors said that orgasms help with the pain. A female in heat should cum. As often and as loudly as she likes.” 

His gaze slides over your surprised expression, drinking in the utter shock on your face. “But since you’re too busy being such a smartass, maybe I’ll let you handle it yourself.” 

You stare back at him defiantly. “Don’t you dare.”

Ithan chuckles. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to keep the sarcastic comments from coming out of your pretty little mouth.” 

He doesn’t give you the time to respond before he plunges two fingers into your soaking entrance, swallowing your moan into his mouth. Ithan curves his fingers inside of you as his tongue slips past your lips, tasting, teasing, and licking every part of you that he can get ahold of. 

You rake your nails over his back and he growls with pleasure, the sound of your name a breathy moan coming out of Ithan’s mouth. 

“Fuck. Are you always this wet, sweetheart?”

“Only for you.” 

The soft whimper drives Ithan absolutely wild. “Damn right.”

The fog of lust and heady desire threatens to swallow you whole as Ithan nips at your neck, plunging his fingers in and out as you buck against his hand. The tension in your core was threatening to unravel with every sweeping touch. 

“Gods, Ithan. That feels so fucking good.”

He responds by curving his fingers against your walls, hitting the sensitive, spongy spot that had you seeing stars. Ithan’s other hand slides behind your back, unclasping your bra without you even noticing. How the Hel was he so good at that?

A glimpse of the wolf within peeks out as he takes the lacy fabric between his teeth, discarding it over the edge of the couch without a second thought. His free hand cups your exposed breasts before his mouth claims a nipple, running a tongue over your stiff peaks with a low moan. 

“Have I ever told you how much I fucking love these?” Ithan says, utterly mesmerized by your breasts. “They’re perfect. Just like every inch of you.”

You blush at the compliment. Coming from this male, who was literally flawless in every possible way, made it that much hotter. 

“Mmm, I think you’re the perfect one out of the two of us. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re just so damn pretty.”

You giggle as Ithan peppers kisses all over your face. “I prefer devastatingly handsome. Or irresistibly sexy.” 

“Glad to see that you’re not letting the compliment go to your head, Holstrom.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my weakness.” He kisses you softly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Ithan smiles, bright and beautiful, just for you. “Now come on sweetheart, doctor’s orders."

His thumb circles against your clit, shifting you from the sweet moment to absolute insatiable hunger for him. Your soft pants echo against the walls of your flat as Ithan urges you towards that sweet release, patiently fucking you with his fingers even though he wishes it was his cock that was inside of you instead. 

Soon, he reminded himself. He’d make you cum with his fingers before he even let himself think about his own pleasure. Ithan wanted to take care of you first.

“So close—oh gods—Ithan I’m gonna—“

Your best friend coaxes you through the orgasm, never once relenting while you ride out the high. The sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him is the prettiest thing Ithan has ever seen. You were so open, so vulnerable, showcasing a side of you that he only let himself think about in the late hours of the night. Seeing it in the flesh shattered every expectation he might’ve had. You were absolutely fucking exquisite. 

Wild eyes stare back at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving from the intensity of the pleasure. To his surprise, you pull him down to you, capturing his lips once again like he was your lifeline. Just when Ithan thought you couldn’t possibly turn him on even further, the desperation and neediness you were exhibiting makes his cock stiffen to the point of pain. 

Your thoughts seem to head in that direction as you reach for his crotch, palming his generous length in your hand. Ithan curses as you unbutton his jeans impatiently, eager to know if he was as big as he felt. He purrs into your mouth as you yank the fabric down over his hips, moving quickly to remove his boxers. Ithan’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grind down onto his cock, teasing him with the slightest bit of friction. 

Ithan grips your hips so hard that you were pretty sure his fingertips were marked onto your skin. At least you hoped to gods it would. “Stop fucking teasing. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you, Ithan.” You maintain eye contact as you sink down to his abs, holding his gaze as you lick your way up his six pack. “I want all of you. Right here, right now.”

You couldn’t be bothered to take things to your bedroom. Ithan drove you fucking wild. You were a female on the brink and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were filled with all of him. 

“Fuck,” Ithan curses. “Then take all of me. I’m yours, sweetheart. I always have been.”

Something like pride and satisfaction dances in the pit of your stomach before you crawl onto Ithan’s lap, bracing your hands on his chest before sinking down onto his length. The male watches every inch of him disappearing into your tight cunt, his head rolling back at how snug you felt around his cock. 

Ithan pulls you into a tight embrace as your hips roll against him, lifting higher and higher until only his tip is sheathed inside of you. 

“Now what did I say about being a fucking tease?”

You smirk before sinking down in one swift movement, your thighs clenching as you ride him with reckless abandon. Ithan can’t stop looking at you, at the way your eyes burn with fire as your moans grow louder and louder. It’s only when his name falls from your lips that he decides he’s had enough of this little game. 

Ithan flips you over, taking full control as he snaps his hips into yours. The way he’s fucking you into the couch makes you dizzy with pleasure, head nearly hanging off the armrest as he picks up the pace. It’s relentless and punishing like he’s waited far too long for this opportunity. 

That made two of you. 

“Fuck Ithan, right there. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Ithan nearly came from how vocal you were being. He’s never had someone so open to giving feedback, so unabashedly unapologetic about voicing what they liked and didn’t like in bed. You were bossy and demanding and he knew you’d make him work for it. Ithan found it incredibly fucking sexy.

“Right here?” he teases, rutting into you at the perfect angle. Ithan holds your hips down as you greedily thrash for more of him. “So eager, sweetheart. What if I want to take it slow? Really make you work for it?” 

Ithan’s thrust was shallow, barely giving you an inch or two. You dig your nails into his back, cursing all the while. He was such a godsdamned tease.

“Now is not the fucking time,” you growl into his mouth. “I’m in heat and literally begging for it. Would you deny a female pleasure?” 

“Never. But I don’t recall you asking. Tell me how you want me to fuck you and I’ll happily oblige.” 

You held Ithan’s gaze, refusing to balk from this beautiful male. No matter how intense those searing brown eyes felt on your skin. 

“I want you to fuck me hard. Rough,” you declare with confidence. “Don’t hold anything back, Ithan.” 

“Burning fucking Solas,” Ithan mutters above you. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

You smirk, ready to strike with another sarcastic quip but Ithan slams his hips into yours with such fervor that you could do nothing but moan in pleasure as his cock filled you to the hilt. Ever the generous male, Ithan delivers exactly what you asked for, thrusting at such a relentless pace that you could barely keep up.

Stars and time and space flit across your closed lids. Ithan was dragging out every whine and moan and pant, feasting on your overheated skin while you writhe underneath him. You could feel the beginning of another orgasm rising within you and so could Ithan by the way your walls clenched around him. The wolf traces the outline of your lips, his voice raw and ragged as he continues rutting into you. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you cum.” 

There wasn’t a shred of sanity left in your body, but you somehow managed to open your eyes and found yourself staring back at the dark, chocolate gaze that threatened to swallow you whole. With sweat glazing over his broad shoulders and solid chest, you couldn’t help but admire Ithan in all his glory. 

He smirks as though he could read your thoughts before flicking his thumb over your clit, pushing you to the edge of that sweet release. 

His name is a prayer on your lips as you came, hurtling over the edge of yourself and into the cosmic bliss of euphoria. Ithan follows you soon after, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down on your flesh. His thrusts grow sloppy as he spurts inside of you, panting against your cheek as he spends all of himself on you. 

For a moment, there’s no sound in the room besides your heavy breathing and the background noise of the movie playing on your television. Ithan pulls out slowly and you both lie back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The gravity of what just occurred hung in the air, but you weren’t even focused on that. 

The absence of pain—gut-wrenching and agonizing pain that plagued you for the majority of the day was nowhere to be found. You squealed in delight, startling Ithan out of his recovery. 

“I know the sex was good, but there’s no need to yell.” 

“Shut up, smartass.” You roll your eyes, swatting the male on the back of his head. Ithan grumbled a complaint, but he was cut off as you threw your arms around him. “You were sent to me by Luna herself. My pain is completely gone. I guess your pervy little research paid off in the end.” 

The wolf pinched your ass, causing you to yelp. “It wasn’t pervy. I was merely trying to help my best friend.” 

“Well consider me thoroughly helped. Although I’m a little mad.” Ithan’s face contorted with worry and you can’t help the desire to kiss that expression right off his face. “We could’ve been doing that during movie nights instead of watching these cheesy rom coms the entire time.” 

He chuckles in amusement. “I happen to enjoy those movies, but I enjoy being with you even more.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but smile nonetheless. “I mean it. I like being around you, no matter what we’re doing. Naked or fully clothed.”

“I like being around you too, Ithan. You’re probably my favorite person, but I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone.” 

He pokes your cheek. “Please. Everyone knows that you have a big, fat crush on me.” 

“In your dreams, Holstrom.” 

Ithan grins, pulling you to his chest and making the traitorous butterflies flutter around in your stomach. “You’re such a smartass,” he says, his lips hovering mere inches away from yours. “But you’re my smartass.” 

And for what seemed like the millionth time that night, Ithan kisses the absolute Hel out of you. 

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[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (173-174)

In which we prepare for the end by going back to the beginning.

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

Final LBTE the day after tomorrow -- the epilogue itself is tomorrow.

173. Lodestar

He’s already talking about taking next year’s rookies under his wing — taking them out for lunch, inviting them over to play video games, making sure they feel welcome.

Jared terrifying the rookies might put a crimp in Bryce’s rookie mentoring plans.

And — fuck, is Jared going to have to host shit? Jared doesn’t want to host shit. Letting people into his space sounds horrible. Hopefully they’ll get a pass, since there’s no way the team could all fit in their apartment, let alone significant others and kids. They had a few preliminary discussions about getting a house after they re-sign this summer, but no way is that happening if it increases the likelihood of Jared having to endure guests.

Refusing to buy a house solely so no one makes him host anything is the most Jared thing possible.

You’re co-hosting a wine night with me he receives from Stephen, who continues to have the uncanny ability to say the thing that Jared would like to hear least. Jared guesses Gabe told him the news.

Wine nights happen when the Canucks are on the road. Jared replies, rather than ‘I would rather die’, just in case Stephen takes him literally.

Very smart not to tell Stephen your worst fears: he’ll make them happen. Also: you’re co-hosting a wine night with him. It’s inevitable. The rookies may fear Jared, but the WAGs will love him.

The Scouts are flaming out against the Kings, earlier than their typical Stanley Cup Final choking.

This is the Red Wings’ year. So Kings vs Red Wings in the WCF (yes, this 'verse shunted Detroit right back to the west when they finally thought they were safe), then Red Wings vs Lightning in the Finals. Sorry Seb.

Bryce is, but he’s been busy with other things — getting a crash course on what’s involved in wearing the A from Gabe, babysitting the Kurmazov spawn while Dmitry and Oksana pack up their own place for the offseason, bringing some of their extra food over to Elaine’s, and somehow coming home with more shit than he left with, though thankfully all the childhood shit Elaine’s unloading on him is nonperishable.

Seriously, Bryce is 100% living the dream. Mentoring, babysitting, hanging out with his mom.

In one of the boxes is a battered stuffed bear with a bow tie that Bryce greets like an old friend, and now sits with the minor Winnie the Pooh collection in the sulking room. He doesn’t fit thematically, but Jared figures he gets extra points for making Bryce’s eyes light up. His name’s Mr. Bear. Bryce was apparently not a creative child.

Because Bryce was Bear, the Mr. was included to avoid confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asks.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Bryce says.

“Is it your shoulder again?” Jared asks.

“It’s not my shoulder,” Bryce says.

“Is it somewhere else?” Jared asks.

Jared is not a very good listener when he’s panicking.

He’s suddenly terrified Bryce is going to propose or something. Demand they get married again, but in public this time. Fuck, Jared doesn’t want to marry Bryce again. He embarrassed himself in front of enough people last time, and is frankly extremely grateful no video evidence exists. He can’t deny that he cried if there’s a video of him doing exactly that. Not that he’d cry, but—

You’d fucking cry, don’t start.

Also if Bryce knew he could make everybody hold a party for his relationship with Jared? On one knee in a second flat. So Jared will just…never mention the existence of vow renewals in his presence. And quit bugging Gabe and Stephen about when they’re getting married so Stephen doesn’t snap and mention it himself.

Bryce hasn’t shown any signs of stopping to breathe, but Jared doesn’t interrupt him, knows Bryce won’t be able to gather the threads back together if he does, and, more than that, that he’s nervous about this for some reason. Nervous about telling Jared this.

Bryce rambles when he’s nervous and when something’s really important to him. This is both.

Mostly he’s trying to figure out how Bryce did all this without Jared knowing. Like, Jared knew Bryce was keeping busy, but how did he miss a whole ass project? Bryce did financials? He talked to Marc Lapointe?

He had a lot of spare time. Especially during road trips. It wasn’t particularly difficult to keep it on the DL, considering.

“We started in like, January,” Bryce says. “I wanted to have like, a real idea before I told you, make sure I was still like, serious about it. And everyone says to do the research so, like, mom and I did the research. Gabe and Stephen helped too. Stephen was only like, kind of mean about it. Though he kept saying shit about my hair.”

“Babe, saying you have Disney prince hair isn’t an insult, I told you that,” Jared says.

“He says it like an insult,” Bryce says.

Because he’s offended that your hair just DOES that. Stephen is very vain about his own hair, he hates having a competitor.

(It does not just DO that, there is great time and financial investment involved in Bryce’s terrific hair)

“He says everything like an insult,” Jared says. “That’s just the way Stephen communicates.”

“He’s nice to Gabe,” Bryce says.

“Have you ever met anyone who isn’t nice to Gabe?” Jared says. “Even I’m nice to Gabe.”

Er. Nice(r).

But seriously, who’s mean to Gabe? Stephen will kill them.

“I wanted it to be like, fully planned out before I told you,” Bryce says. “You’re always so like — you always think shit through, you know? So I wanted to make sure I thought everything through first. And that took like, way more time than I expected it to. And help. This stuff isn’t like, my thing, you know? But it matters to me, so.”

Bryce trying to make sure he got ahead of every road block and set back so it would be perfect by the time Jared found out about it kills me a little.

“It isn’t?” Bryce says. “I mean, I know it isn’t, I just — you don’t think it’s dumb?”

“Of course I don’t think it’s dumb,” Jared says, and it kind of breaks his heart, how relieved Bryce looks.

Mine too.

“I just don’t want anyone thinking they can have hockey or love but not like, both,” Bryce says. “Like, I’d be a fucking mess without you, and I was kind of a mess without hockey too, and I just—“

Bryce going from someone who can’t even say the word gay out loud to willingly becoming the face of an organization meant for LGBTQ youth athletes — this boy.

“I can’t believe you made a secret club just so you could hang out with your mom,” Jared says.

That’s just a BONUS, Jared.

“I’m not—“ Bryce says. “It’s not a secret club!”

Note there is no denial about the hanging out with his mom part.

“You can join the club,” Bryce says, then, quickly, “But you don’t have to or anything. I know you’re not a joiner.”

“Obviously I want to join your secret club,” Jared says.

“Really?” Bryce asks.

“Duh,” Jared says, kicking Bryce’s foot, and Bryce kicks him back, grinning.

Jared’s evolution has been subtler, but of course he makes an exception for Bryce.

Bryce goes to grab his laptop with this jaunty little trot Jared doesn’t think he’s ever seen him do before, and he smiles down at his hands so he isn’t grinning at Bryce when he returns, just in case Bryce thinks he’s laughing at him.

Another evolution: Jared’s awareness of how easily Bryce’s feelings are hurt, and his efforts to make sure he isn’t the one doing it.

“We can take a break,” Bryce says quickly. Jared decides it wouldn’t be constructive to point out they haven’t actually done anything, form-wise. Certainly wouldn’t get either of them what they want, unless what they want is to be frustrated by bureaucracy.

Excellent work NOT cockblocking yourself with forms, Jared.

For the second time Jared gets to see the jaunty run. It’s a little dorky, but Jared won’t tell Bryce that. If he does, he’ll never see it again, and he’s already fond of it.

Jared getting to see parts of Bryce nobody else does, and being SO SO fond of them.

Jared decides to speed up just a little. If Bryce is going to put on a show, he doesn’t really want to miss it.

Like, yes, this is about sex, but also very much a dynamic that plays out across their relationship, which is great, because Jared doesn’t mind that Bryce is the better player/higher profile/bigger name. In fact, all the extra stuff Bryce deals with because of that is shit Jared is very glad not to deal with. But he loves getting to sit back and watch Bryce do his thing.

174. Starstruck (Redux)

There are so many callbacks in this part it might be easier to point out what isn’t one. One of the great things about doing this liveblogging (I reread the first 102 before I restarted this endeavour) — everything is very fresh when it’s time to wrap things up.

It’s also a really nice way for me to come to terms with finishing things — I get to go back and honour every part of the process, which helps, because this part always hurts. This series has been in my life so long it’d be a first grader by now, so it's been particularly hard to say goodbye to it.

It always feels a little strange now, travelling commercial. Well, strange is putting it nicely. Terrible. It feels terrible. Jared has had five hours of sleep and his Starbucks is burnt and his husband is wearing a toque indoors ‘so people won’t recognise me, J’. He looks ridiculous, and if his coffee’s burnt he can’t taste it, probably because there isn’t much coffee involved in that concoction.

Who says Jared isn’t a morning person (everyone who’s met him, and many would say he’s not an afternoon, evening, or night person either)

“You’re that guy from the Canucks, right?” she asks, inexplicably looking at Jared rather than Bryce.

Guess you should have worn a hat like your genius husband, Jared.

“My friends all think you’re really cute,” she says, then runs back to her group without asking for an autograph or anything, greeted with yells and cheers like she just scored them the OT winner.

She is a god among them.

“Don’t look so douchey in my hat now, do I?” Bryce asks.

“You still do,” Jared says. But he looks like a douche with a good idea.

Shoutout to the time Jared wrote a heartfelt card on his first anniversary that used the word ‘douche’ twice.

“I packed an extra,” Bryce says. “Just in case you changed your mind.”

Jared continues to underestimate how often they’ll be recognized, particularly in Vancouver. Bryce prefers to be prepared so he doesn’t have to take pictures and sign shit when he’s just trying to get a coffee.

Once the plane door shuts, Jared rips the hat off his head. “Is it fixable?”

“I don’t know how you can say I’m vain about my hair,” Bryce murmurs. Jared would tell him it’s because he is, but Bryce is fixing his hair for him at the moment, so it doesn’t seem like the most opportune time to argue.

Jared’s less vain about his hair and more vain about his so called dignity, and messy hair is not dignified. But then, neither is Jared, a lot of the time.

Training with you. I come back to Canada in June.

Absolutely not. Jared texts back.

Chaz and Raf already said OK. So did Arvan. So I’m coming.

Too bad Jared texts back. You’re not invited.

“What’re you so happy about?” Bryce mutters.

Julius officially in the crew and Jared is visibly delighted about it.

“Jared!” Bryce says, grabbing his arm.

There’s a few instances of physical communication between the two of them in this part. Big because it’s always in public/in front of others, and that’s something they’re only recently grown comfortable with.

“Did you know Julius was coming?”

“What, Julius is coming to train?” his dad asks. “That’s news to me.”

“I didn’t mention training,” Jared says.

“Shit,” his dad says, and Jared snorts.

Jared got his terrific lying skills from the best.

“Great,” Jared says. “Wonderful. I’m so happy to be home.”

“We’re as happy to have you as you are to be here,” his dad says.

His chirping skills are mostly from his mom, but sometimes Don comes through.

“Is that where Erin’s taking Bryce?” Jared asks.

“As far as I’m aware,” his dad says.

“Well,” Jared says. “Then I guess that’s where I’m going.”

These two. Two planets orbiting one another.

“I tell you I’m proud of you yet?” his dad asks.

“Not in as many words,” Jared says.

“Well, I am,” his dad says. “Proud of Bryce too.”

Look at Don growing too!!

“Me too,” Jared says. “Next season he’s going to — actually, I’ll let him tell you about it over brunch.”

“The charity thing?” his dad says, then, “Shit.”

“Oh for—“ Jared says. “Come on.”

Elaine got ahead of herself, she’s sorry!

Ashley has a ring on her finger. Grace doesn’t, but judging by Raf going red and hissing ‘shut up’ when Jared asks him about it, that’s changing very shortly.

Raf’s trying to find the perfect moment. Chaz did it in their living room and almost wiped out on one of Maia’s toys when he went to kneel.

“You're pregnant," Bryce says.

"No," Ashley says. "Okay, yes, but—"

Everyone had a couple beers (or spritzers) but her over the afternoon. Bryce noticed, Jared, of course, did not.

“To keep the numbers even we thought that maybe Bryce could be on my side?” Ashley asks. “And you two could partner up. But we don’t want to do that if you’re not—“

“Can I wear a suit that matches the bridesmaid dresses?” Bryce asks.

Ash and Chaz worried he’d feel emasculated, being on the bride’s side. And once upon a time he would have, but now he’s just hyped about a pastel suit.

“So it was Chaz you were hiding it from,” Jared says.

Ashley’s mouth flattens. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It is an excellent instrument,” Chaz says. “You’re just haters.”

If he plays twinkle twinkle little star on that thing one more time…

(And it is always twinkle twinkle little star. Because that is all he knows.)

Jared leans over to Chaz as Bryce and Ashley put their heads together. “Did you steal a toy from your own child?”

“We’re teaching her to share,” Chaz mutters.

Can MAIA play twinkle twinkle little star? No! It’s wasted on her.

Raf proposes, but only after weeks of making everyone around him miserable. To the surprise of absolutely no one but Raf, she says yes. Jared would be more smug about calling it if he hadn’t been the only one blindsided by Raf asking him to be his best man.

Just wait until Jared remembers there’s a speech involved.

Jared’s volunteered to help, mostly to make sure that Julius doesn’t mistake Jared telling him he’s not welcome, and explicitly uninviting him, for actually not wanting him here.

Taking Jared at his word would obviously be a mistake.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jared mutters. Bryce had finally gotten rid of the convertible when he left Calgary, and Jared had figured that was that, because Vancouver’s the opposite of a good place for one. Maybe that was naive. “You’re too old for that car! Also too young!”

Bryce gets out of the front seat, sliding his sunglasses off and tucking them into his polo. He looks like bad porn. Right in front of Jared’s parents, too. Jared glowers at him as he walks up the driveway.

Jared’s anti-convertible gripe turning into ‘how dare you look hot enough that I now want to ride in your dumb car’. In front of his parents, to boot!

“Nice looking car, Bryce,” his dad says.

Bryce grins. “Want to come for a spin?”

“Watch my pots!” his dad says, then literally jogs down the driveway to get in the passenger seat.

Don has dibs though!

Jared exchanges a look with his mom.

“Well,” she says. “It’s nice to see he’s finally gotten over his Bryce related car trauma.”

Growth!

It’s another half hour before Bryce and his mom come back. It doesn’t involve anyone shouting ‘what a rush’ as they come inside, so it’s more subtle than his dad’s return

I love Don.

Jared scoots over, and Bryce lies down beside him. They don’t fit. They never have, really, but now Jared has to put his back against the wall, tangle their legs together so Bryce doesn’t topple right off the bed.

Back in Jared’s high school bed. Every time they do it gets more and more cramped.

“I thought we could get some pizza,” Bryce says. “Sit around at a park or something. It’s a nice day for it.”

“You got a blanket in the trunk too?” Jared says.

“Maybe,” Bryce says. “Not a Flames one, but.”

This boy. This ridiculously romantic boy.

“Absolutely,” Bryce says. As soon as they get outside he jogs ahead. Jared’s about to ask him what he’s in such a hurry for before Bryce opens the passenger door for him, and then he just has to stop everything, take a moment and watch him, golden in the late spring light.

Jared’s still so gone for him.

“You coming?” Bryce asks.

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Yeah, of course I am.”

So gone.

[midwestmade29]

Imagine Request ✨

To anonymous: I hope this is everything you hoped for! I'm not sure if I did it properly, but I can assure you I did my absolute best to follow your request. Thanks again for the request…I loved it 🖤

Original anonymous request: "Can I send a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine? So what is we have Evil Dilf Christian, The Patriarch, The TNT Champ, the Face of AEW in a serious long term established relationship with a loving America’s Sweetheart, Sunshine Baby Face reader. Is the kind of relationship they’ve never played up on TV and even though they don’t post about each other too often, the fans and everyone is well aware they’re together. Maybe the reader is in a high stakes contender ship match and she ends up injuring herself somehow. This causes Christian to break character and come out to help get her out of the ring and loaded into the ambulance to get checked out and it ultimately ends up with her having surgery and Christian being the best boyfriend/fiance/husband (you can choose that!) he can be and takes care of his woman while she recovers?" Word count: 950 GIFs are not mine. Credit goes to their original creators. I selected each GIF to further help visualize the things happening in the story 🙂

Disclaimers: Some cursing, injury sustained (broken bone), pain due to injury, ambulance ride, mention of hospital and surgery. Read at your own discretion.

“After tonight, we will be the TNT and TBS champs. You’re going to do great baby,” Christian whispered into your ear. You had dreamt about having the shiny belt around your waist ever since you arrived in AEW. You worked your ass off to get this title shot and you’ll be damned if you don’t give the match your all! “You’re going to be watching, right?” you asked while Christian embraced you. “Of course! They need me for a pre taping in a minute, but my eyes will be glued to the monitor the entire time.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. It is for the TBS Championship!” Justin Robert’s announced, your music blasting through the speakers immediately after. Excalibur hyped up the match, “And here comes everyone’s ray of sunshine, Y/N! She’s looking to take down our reigning TBS champ Julia Hart after securing a title shot last Saturday on Collision. Let’s watch as these two fierce competitors take on one another!” You smiled and waved at everyone while you stood in the ring waiting for Julia to make her entrance. “We love you Y/N!” one fan cried out, and smiled when you blew them a playful kiss. You stood in the darkness when Julia’s music hit, nerves calming a little when you thought about celebrating your victory with your favorite temperamental Patriarch later.

“That’s it baby, don’t ease up! Show her who the real champ is!” Christian yelled at the tv monitor while he watched you. “Don’t count Y/N out guys. She’s holding her own against the champ very well!” Taz praised. “Smart man,” Christian laughed to himself, but his laughter stopped abruptly when he watched you attempt to use Julia’s new finisher against her, landing awkwardly on your feet before your leg buckled causing you to fall. You sat in the center of the ring writhing in pain while you grasped at your ankle. Everyone in the crowd cringed while they watched the replay on the big screen. You tried to stand, wailing in pain when you put pressure on your ankle. “Bryce, my ankle! Something’s wrong with my ankle! I felt a snap and now I can’t move it!”

“Something isn’t right. What the hell happened?!” Tony Kahn’s voice crackled through Bryce’s earpiece. Julia leaned against the turnbuckle, laughing in delight at your pain as she stayed in character. “If Y/N can finish the match, wrap it up and change the finish. Julia will retain!” Tony Kahn called the audible, Bryce sighing in defeat because he knew tonight was supposed to be your night. He bent over and asked if you were able to continue, you grimaced and nodded yes. You stumbled to your feet, trying to hold back your tears as you hopped over to Julia on one leg. She read the situation correctly when she gave you a thrust kick that knocked you back down, instantly locking you in her submission hold Heartless. “Could this be it for Y/N folks?!” Taz shouted as everyone was on the edge of their seats, hoping that you weren’t going to tap out.

“What the fuck was that?! Y/N was supposed to win! Shit!” Christian roared when he saw you laying in the ring with your eyes skewered shut. He bolted through the backstage area and down the ramp and into the ring as the cameras captured his every move. “Christian Cage?! What the hell is he doing here?” Tony Schiavone questioned. Everyone was surprised by Christian breaking character as he knelt by your side while Doc Sampson examined you. No one knew if this was a part of a storyline or if it was real since you and Christian kept your relationship out of AEW. You were placed on a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance while everyone watched. Christian held your hand the entire ride to the hospital, assuring you that you were going to be okay. The sirens wailed in the night as you rode in the back of the ambulance. You were delirious from the pain that was consuming you, and your body was slowly coming out of fight or flight mode.

“I’m right here, baby! Take it easy, try not to move your legs. The doctor said the surgery went well!” Christian sat next to your hospital bed holding your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, and kissing them. Your engagement ring caught his eye, making him smile and chuckle to himself. You were still groggy from surgery, but coherent enough to notice his bright smile. “What’s that smile for?” you murmured as you stroked his cheek with your hand. “I was just thinking about our upcoming vows. In sickness and in health. I guess we’re practicing that part now, aren’t we?”

Recovery was difficult, but you had the best caregiver by your side! Christian waited on you hand and foot making sure you never had to lift a finger. He never missed a doctor’s appointment and made sure to do whatever he could to comfort you after a physical therapy session. As he helped you get situated in bed, an overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over you as you watched the man that most people viewed as evil and cantankerous cover you with a blanket and kiss your forehead. Christian really is the best fiancé!

“Thank you, baby. For everything! You risked a lot when you ran to the ring to help me. You’ve been by my side through this whole ordeal and loving me through it all. It means so much to me having you in my corner.”

“I know you’d do the same for me Y/N.”

“In a heartbeat, Christian.”

[kabie-whump]

Magic Whump Week Day 2 - Cursed

Do y'all remember when I was talking about empathy curses (this post)? Well, I'm back and I have more to say.

Honestly, when I first came up with the idea it was years ago and I was using it to whump Nico di Angelo. I imagined that he was cursed by Orcus after he ghostified Bryce Lawrence in Blood of Olympus. I was going to write about empathy curses in generic terms, but really this was meant to be HOO fanfiction, and so that's what I'm giving y'all.

*Cracks knuckles* I haven't written for this fandom since the ye olde 2010s.

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It had crept up on him, really.

Nico woke up hurting. That wasn't surprising considering everything he had gone through over the past few days. He'd nearly turned himself into a ghost, according to Reyna and Hedge. He'd survived, but Bryce Lawrence hadn't been so lucky.

He expected fear, or maybe hatred. He'd just sent a living person on a one-way trip to the Underworld, just for scratching his friend. Normal, trustworthy people don't pull shit like that in front of those who are supposed to be helping them.

But Reyna and Hedge showed no sign of walking away from him. If anything they seemed to like him more, to trust him more. The feeling was completely alien.

But, putting all of that weirdness aside, it was to be expected that he'd be in a bit of pain after straining himself so badly. That's why it took him so long to notice.

The trio got back on the road, this time via pegasus since Nico was declared too weak to do any more shadow-traveling. The pain came and went in waves as they soared up the eastern coast of the US but Nico managed to put on a brave face. He'd felt much worse before.

It wasn't until Gaea woke that Nico really started to realize something was wrong. The battle broke out quickly, both camps teaming up to take on her legions of monsters.

It started with a sharp, stabbing pain in his side. Nico gasped, whipping around to search for the attacker, but there was no one there. Then, an intense burning raced across the palms of his hands and up his arms. He dropped his sword on instinct, but when he went to look at his arms they were completely untouched.

The next few came in quick succession - his head, his feet, his back. Nico cried out, stumbling against the side of a nearby tent. Something was attacking him. They felt like battle injuries. But there were no monsters nearby.

"Show yourself," Nico demanded, his voice shaky. He was met with silence aside from the nearby yells of demigods and growls of monsters. "Who are you?" he tried again, forcing himself to stand upright. "I know you're there!"

The next wave of pain had him doubling over, clutching his stomach. His body felt as if it was deteriorating, exhaustion building and building even as he stood still.

"Cut it out!" he gasped.

Seconds later, Will Solace turned a corner, his eyes going wide as he caught sight of Nico.

"Stay back!" Nico warned him. "There's something here. It's invisible."

Will hesitated, glancing around the clearing. "You need help," he decided. Baring his dagger in front of his body, he slowly made his way forward.

"Stop," Nico grunted, but Will didn't stop. Somehow, he made it all the way to Nico's side completely unharmed.

"Maybe I scared it off?" Will mused.

Nico shook his head, then forced out a groan through his clenched teeth as he was struck by a sensation not unlike being impaled through his gut. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, mud soaking through the fabric of his jeans.

"Nico!"

Nico's vision was blurred with tears, but he could feel Will rushing over to kneel next to him.

"Where are you hurt? Let me see."

Nico allowed Will to draw his hands away from his stomach. He looked down, expecting to find himself on his knees in a steadily-growing pool of blood, but that wasn't the case. His hands were a bit dirty and he had blisters from his sword, but otherwise everything was fine. He was in pain, but he wasn't injured.

Will frowned, looking Nico up and down. "You're... You're fine."

Another wave of pain, this time in his shoulder. "It hurts," Nico grunted.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna get you to the infirmary. We can fix this."

Nico was cooperative as Will slung his arm over his shoulders and supported him as they made their way away from the Roman camp and back over Half-Blood Hill. The pain persisted, popping up in random spots all over his body until he could barely support himself. But the time they made it to the infirmary, Will was mostly carrying Nico as he trembled and bit back cries of pain.

It didn't get really bad until the pair shouldered their way into the infirmary. Nico choked on a gasp, clinging to Will to stay upright as he was scooped onto a cot.

"It hurts," he muttered, gripping at Will's shirt. His whole body felt cold and sweaty, his hands trembling. "Gods..."

"It's okay, Nico. I've got you. Just try to stay calm. I'll get you some nectar."

On the next bed over, a girl was trying not to hyperventilate while a pair of healers prepared to reset her dislocated shoulder. She tilted her head back, her eyes squeezed closed as she braced herself.

Then the healers jerked the girl's arm into position, and Nico screamed.

He twisted and hunched into himself, grabbing at his shoulder in tandem with the girl next to him. He could sense Will rushing back to his side but he couldn't see, couldn't think.

"Where does it hurt now? Your shoulder?"

The pain in Nico's shoulder had already faded into the background compared to a new searing across his back.

"M-My back. It burns."

"Your back..." Will trailed off, his hands hovering over Nico's back. "Oh. Oh no. I have to get you out of here."

Nico couldn't protest as Will scooped him up, rushing him out of the infirmary. The pain faded somewhat as the door slammed behind them, finally letting Nico breathe. But it wasn't gone.

"Where are we going?" Nico slurred.

"Away from everything."

"Why? We have to help."

"I think... I think you're feeling other people's pain, Nico. I don't know why, but it's the only thing that makes sense. Maybe if I can get you away from the fighting the pain will stop."

Nico was too exhausted to weigh in on Will's plan. It made sense. The waves of pain felt like battle injuries, but his body remained unharmed. And that would explain why it had been so much worse inside the infirmary.

Will carried Nico to the Hades cabin and laid him down on a bed. The pain wasn't gone, but it had faded enough that Nico could manage rational thought again.

Will sat on the edge of the bed, looking him over. "Better?"

"Yeah, a little," Nico said. "I can still feel it, but it's not too bad."

"Okay, good. I think it's safe to say you're sitting the rest of this battle out."

"But-"

"You've done enough, death boy," Will insisted. "Rest. Wait this out."

"...Fine."

Will gave him a small smile, drawing the blankets up over his chest. "Really, try to sleep. I've gotta get back out there."

"Thanks, Solace."

[oscconfessions]

[00:01 8/24/24 (PDT M/D/Y)] i can refrain from saying sodapack is mid because it’s popular i can refrain from saying sodapack is mid because it’s popular i can refrain

okay but fr. i completely understand why people ship them. however when it’s sodapack specifically i find myself going ‘but what if they were just friends…. who worked together….. sobs and cries’ like. i don’t know why sodapack but not sodascentpack. tbh sodascentpack isn’t really romantic for me they have a bond that cannot be quantified.

ANYWAY for some reason i always imagine sodapack as like two men who are sooooo convinced they’re straight that anything they do anything Gay they rationalize it away. perhaps they’re just not prepared for a relationship yet. i think liam would sit on bryce’s lap. i think they would share clothes. i think they would probably help each other into pretty dresses

WHAT WAS I GOING TO SAY bryce and liam post one just share an apartment and they deal with the domesticity of living together and gradually share more and more time and get closer. at first liam was sleeping in the living room to not invade bryce’s space- okay canceled have you seen him just sit on bryce’s bed? he is stealing that bed. there is no politeness in that man. he would steal bryce’s bed and bryce would wake up with odd aches and pains, lying on the floor, without a blanket even, while liam was snuggled up on his bed all comfycozy. anyway my point is they start sharing time together more and more often. liam starts going into bryce’s room and bryce lets him. they cuddle at night and it becomes less forced and more natural each time. you get it. and they have to deny There Is Anything There At All. “homies kiss the homies good night” - bryce whatever the fuck his last name is

also i must say. bryce liam crossdressing real

liam strikes me as a genuinely cis man but bryce i could see him being an egg. either way they do it for fun. and it totally isn’t romantic when they say eachother could make pretty girls what why would you think that /sarcasm

its been like 6 days i am going to start eating shrapnel im so impatient and then i keep sending asks to people and gimmick blogs who never answer my asks… sobs

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[fridgrave2-0]

alright, I watched the holy trinity aka tgwdlm, black friday and npmd. here's my highly subjective opinions about them !!

first of all, I like all of them, but some more, some less. I'm not dissing or hating any of them, and pls be chill if you like it more than I do

the guy who didn't like musicals: plot 6/10. very simple and basic, still nice though. if I had a nickel for every time I saw a plot with alien possession and blue shit, I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird what it happened twice. paul and emma are cool, little cute couple. songs 5/10. sorry I have to be honest, but it was insanely hard for me to watch tgwdlm and pay attention when they start singing, what is an issue for a musical. sometimes I was even thinking about skipping them (I know it's a crime I'm sorry). most of the songs I forgot right after they ended, but two of them are SUCH bangers what they kinda overcompensated my experience. yeah I'm talking about "join us and die" and "let it out". they fucking killed it.

total: 5/10

black friday: plot 8/10. i enjoyed it so much I can't even describe. most of the characters are charismatic and likable as fuck and I cried like a bitch from tom's song in the beginning. everything about lex, ethan and hannah is a chef's kiss, I was SO invested. and LORE. so much lore I needed that. songs 6/10 HEAR ME OUT! i loved them, I cried at them, I enjoyed them, but personally I don't find them catchy. i don't want to relisten them like actual song in a playlist. would I want to hear them in the musical when I'll rewatch it? absolutely. besides that? not my cup of tea.

total: 7/10

nerdy prudes must die: plot 9/10. unpredictable, crazy, wild, funny. i loved every second of it, every character and every twist, even if I unwillingly spoilered ghost max thingy to myself. maybe it's my hyperfixation talking, but this is the only musical in the trilogy which I want to study with a microscope and rewatch forever. it's the best thing what happened to me in 2024. max is my bbg, pete and steph are fucking cute, grace is a menace and I love it for her, richie is a second bbg, ruth is my queen. minus one point only for max's dad existing, I hate his guts (and maybe for not giving bryce more singtime she's so good omfg. but about it later). SONGS 11/10 HOLY SHIT. the last time I could've relisten all the songs from the musical over and over again was hamilton and npmd just destroyed it like the nuke. the vocals, the music, the lyrics, it just changed my brain chemistry. i was listening to the npmd song for fucking hours in a row while drawing and i wasn't sick of it later. THE SUMMONING god the summoning holy shit!!! highschool is killing me, literal monster, hatchet town, COOL AS I THINK I AM, JUST FOR ONCE-- I just love all of them so much I can't.

total: 10/10

now it's nightmare time 🔥🔥🔥

[yennas-stuff]

I don’t know if you’ve seen the movie Divergent, but there’s a scene where the main character - Tris - is throwing knives during practice and she’s really good at it. It makes me think of Gwyn. I have a little headcanon that Azriel will gift Gwyn a dagger of her own; it’ll be her first time receiving an actual weapon. I also headcanon that Gwyn teased Azriel when Bryce took Truth-Teller.🗡️💙

🍒 anon

(The movie itself was okay I prefer the books. And I just know that Az cried himself to sleep over his knife being stolen 😂)

Hiii 🍒 anon!

I've seen the movies, haha, agreed they are not perfect. But I can totally see that scene as Gwynriel coded.

These dagger fighting lessons are keeping me up at night. I need to know what happens during them. What are they talking about? How are they like when they are training one on one?

I would love your headcanon to come true. I hope you put it in the acotar bingo card. I might write it down, too.

Az 100% cried. He loves that dagger, lol. He's such a nerd.