Hello lovely, it's @clone-anon I heard you might need a little Wrecker comfort.
You had been keeping to yourself more lately and Wrecker was determined to be there for you. He arrived at your doorstep with flowers, but you indicated he could just let himself in. He did so, coming inside and searching for you. He put the flowers down and came over to where you were sitting curled up in a chair.
He reached out and caressed your face in his giant hand. "What do you need?" he asked. "Distraction, cuddles, or both?"
You looked up at him and thought for a moment. "Both?"
"Both it is, beautiful."
He started with cuddles, pulling you up and carrying you to your favorite shared place in the living room. He held you and it didn't really matter how long. He would hold you as long as you needed. He mumbled sweet nothings in your ear and peppered your face with kisses to get you to giggle. He helped you arrange the flowers he bought and suggested a few things you could do together.
You decided on an arcade. There was one not far away. It was usually pretty quiet on days like today and you didn't want too many people around. While Wrecker was competitive, he also made sure to check in with how you were feeling and if you needed anything. He was more than happy to eat all the food between games and win the biggest squishmallow for you. On the walk home, he carried you on his shoulder before gently moving you to carry you bridal style through your front door. It always made you laugh and it always made him proud. Proud to be with you and be the one he loved.
It wasn't even a question if he would spend the night. He wasn't going to leave you feeling alone. He curled up with you, holding you close, and keeping you safe. He kissed your lips sweetly and waited until you were sound asleep before he allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off.
i need to lay down and cry. this was much needed today. clone-anon, you’re a gem and i thank you so so so much 😭 giving you the biggest hug 😭💙
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I wanted to say that outside of semantics and divisions - I am simply happy to find communities that welcome with kindness - that welcome you by a good heart and not the ability to conform. I am happy for the opportunity to be surrounded by people who care.
It's a funny world we live in - making the same mistakes over and over, multiplying the same suffering by billions. I don't think I hope for an utopia anymore, I don't think such a thing exists - but you can't call me hopeless either. And that's what matters.
As a side note - this piece is set in DanceAU, which might be better known to Patrons so far, but still it was the best and most fitting option for this occasion..... also there are 12 DanceAU pieces incoming, because I might be making another calendar so. get familiar with these mutts
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I love trans Jin Ling but I specifically love trans Jin Ling in a way where Jingyi calls him Young Mistress and Jin Ling rightfully gets pissed about it, but as time passes and the two become totally-not-friends-shut-up the name changes and Jin Ling actually sort of starts to definitely-not-like-it because he knows Jingyi doesn’t mean it like that and anyway it’s Jin Ling’s gender and he gets to decide how precious he wants to be about it.
Then Jingyi finds out Jin Ling is trans and he is appalled. He’s been? Misgendering him?? This entire time??? He didn’t know he didn’t mean to. He presents himself to the disciplinary pavilion for punishment and refuses to tell the disciple in charge the specifics of why he needs to be punished but he’s insistent that it’s A Big Deal and ends up kneeling in the courtyard for days, because the least-Lan Lan who ever lived is still, at his core, a Lan.
When Jin Ling asks what Jingyi got in trouble for this time Sizhui just does that Thing where he’s not rolling his eyes but somehow radiating exasperation and tells Jin Ling not to even worry about it, Jingyi is being dramatic, and Jin Ling lets it go only to notice, weeks later, that Jingyi no longer calls him Young Mistress.
Nothing else about their dynamic has changed. Jingyi is still the worst, and Jin Ling still endures it with all the grace, poise, and long-suffering patience expected of a man of his status, and if he does occasionally very rarely slip up just a little bit and express a totally reasonable amount of frustration with Lan Jingyi’s Everything then that’s still Jingyi’s fault because Jingyi was provoking him and Jin Ling has a responsibility to his clan and sect to defend his honor and therefor that of the Jin at large!
The only thing that’s different is that one, stupid name. And Jin Ling doesn’t care about it! Of course he doesn’t! Why should he even be curious about changed? He isn’t curious! It doesn’t matter to him At All!
Anyway other Plot happens and then they both do eventually end up in a situation where it comes up and Jingyi explains that he found out Jin Ling was trans and felt like a great big piece of shit because there’s bullying and there’s bullying and he has never once wanted to be that kind of person, and Jin Ling confesses that actually he kind of liked it before because he knew that Jingyi wasn’t trying to treat him like less of man, he was just being a jerk, and it felt easy and playful and dumb, and...
And Jiujiu used to say that Jin Ling looked like his mother. Not -- not a lot, not like, identical to her or anything, but. But that little girl he used to be, she was... unhappy, most of the time, for a lot of reasons, and he doesn’t regret... letting her sleep. He doesn’t regret burying her. But Jiujiu seemed almost relieved to have her gone, to not constantly be looking at a reminder of the sister he misses so much, and Jin Ling obviously is endlessly grateful for his uncle’s support and validation and he’s so much more comfortable in his body now and he never wants to be that little girl again, but. Sometimes, he feels like, maybe someone should mourn her. Like maybe there should be someone who... not wanted her back, really, but was still... aware that she was gone, and... was grateful for what she did. Respected the sacrifice she made, so that Jin Ling could be Jin Ling. There should be somebody who knew she existed, and thought of her fondly, on occasion.
And Jingyi looks at Jin Ling for a long, long moment, and says “Okay, Young Mistress. I can do that.”
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