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honeylikewords · 1 year

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together. (jack russell)

jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)

(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)

(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)

Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.

“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”

“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”

His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.

Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.

“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”

“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.

“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”

He’s been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed all day, for some reason, all-too-happy to fetch things for her and run kitchen errands and clean up the myriad dishes left in the wake of their work. He’s been hovering as well, even as the guests began trickling through the trees and bushes; Jack would sense them coming, whether by smell, sight, or sound and watch excitedly for their arrival, then tug her away from whatever she was doing to greet them, insisting on both of them being side by side.

The number of hands, paws, tentacles and claws she’d shaken today as Jack animatedly introduced her to his friends, new, old, and in-between, was a blur, and as the cabin’s grounds began to fill with familiar and unfamiliar faces, Jack’s elation only grew. Now, with his hand pulling softly at the small of her back and the guests milling freely across the land the cabin sits on, he guides her, beaming, back into the kitchen to pull out the three trays of stuffing from the oven.

They sit, cooling, on the counter as Jack opens the lid on a massive pot of mashed potatoes and gives it an experimental swirl with a spoon, lifting some out and blowing on it before offering it to his wife; he holds the spoon gingerly to her lips and smiles that crooked, nose-wrinkling smile when she goes in for the bite.

“That was cute,” he remarks.

“What was?,” she mumbles around a mouthful of potatoes; she’s a little unhappy with the flavor and going to melt in another knob of butter and snip in a few more chives.

As she goes to grab the chives and kitchen scissors, Jack leans back against the counter and plucks a nugget of stuffing from the tray, still steaming, and pops it in his mouth, cleaning his fingers with his tongue. She should scold him for eating too-hot food, or eating with his fingers, or something else, but she gets distracted by the sight (his tongue’s dexterity is quite noticeable and he’s smiling a bit too wryly for it to have been an accident), and has to blink away the fog left by it.

“Your face,” Jack clarifies, still chewing. “You made this little “ah” face. ‘S very cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re just very, very cute,” he continues.

He pushes off the counter and comes to close the gap between them, pressing his chest to her back as she cuts the chives over the pot with the scissors and tosses in a stray lump of butter left behind by some other recipe. His hands gravitate low, to the softest part of her tummy, and he rubs a slow circle there, fingers knitting into the strings of her apron.

“You’re in such a mood today,” she teases, stirring the potatoes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he says as he pushes his nose into the shell of her ear, kissing the lobe and squeezing her in his arms. His hands stay on her belly, and she reaches down to pat him, then pinches the back of his wrist playfully.

“Well, as much as I love it, Puppy, you’re about to get burned on the stove--”

Instead of pulling off, Jack tugs her back from the cooktop and into his arms, burrowing his face into her shoulder and holding her still, fingers splayed over her tummy. She lets her arms rest atop his and leans back, sighing; it does, admittedly, feel very nice for the two of them to take a break from the hubbub and just enjoy each other, even if they haven’t been apart for more than a few minutes at a time.

“I’m just happy,” he mumbles. His lips brush against her neck and his words tickle her skin, making her shiver and squirm happily in his arms, which only pushes him to double down on the tightness of his embrace.

“I’m glad,” she responds, but he shakes his head, nestling deeper still.

“You don’t understand,” he continues. “You’re… we’re… I’m just so, I mean-- es eufórico, es maravilloso! Es… I just…”

His voice fades and he holds her flush against himself; outside, she can hear a game of touch football between the other monsters resolving into a dogpile, but the sound is a diminished half-note compared to the present, forward reality of Jack’s breathing against her skin, his hair brushing against hers, his arms corded around her waist.

He draws in a breath and continues.

“I get to have a whole family. You, and me, and…”

Jack’s wide, fever-warm hand is splayed against her belly, and she looks down at it as he traces one finger over the bump of the knot in her apron ties, which rests above her navel. He presses in softly; not enough to feel pushed on, but a light, tender application of pressure that reassures her of his intent, and of his warmth.

She turns in his hold, placing her fingertips on his slightly stubbled chin, and the touch guides his head up to meet her gaze. His eyes glow half-hazel in the golden light of the kitchen, and they flicker over her face searchingly, hoping for something from her. She grants him a smile, one that crinkles her eyes and makes him instinctively smile back as his hand twitches; when she kisses him, his hand strokes against her like a kiss to her tummy, too.

They can let some of this food sit a few minutes longer.

Jack stands on one of the picnic tables in the clearing, puts his middle finger and thumb to his lips, and lets out an almighty wolf whistle that rips through the trees. Dozens of heads snap to attention and Jack waves his arms over his head, summoning the clutter of monsters towards the tables laden with food (and some laden with things a human might not consider edible, but that many of the guests were sure to appreciate).

As they begin to trickle in-- away from activities like rag-tag sports, card games, and gaggling near screens playing the national parades-- Jack remains on the table, bending down briefly to lift a full champagne flute up and tap its lip with a fork. The tinkling chime rings over the crowd and, once again, his friends focus their attention on him, now encircling the table he is atop.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” he begins, smiling in that broad, effervescent way he does when addressing a group.

She watches him from the other end of the table, seated at the head with an empty chair beside her reserved for him. In the setting light of the sun, the greys in Jack’s hair shine gold and what remains of the brown comes to life with fiery red hues, the beams tracing against his cheekbones and jaw and drawing soft shadows. His slightly more full upper lip curls over his crooked tooth as he casts her a quick glance and widens his smile, somehow, further still.

He’s shed his apron and put back on his fineries for the night: a dark green pair of trousers and his second-favorite black button-up, the sleeves rolled into place and the collar opened. His leather shoes reflect sparks of the sunset back across the table as he shifts his posture, weight coming to rest on his back foot. He knows how to captivate attention, somehow: it comes naturally to him, a sort of inherent magnetism that is uniquely Jack’s.

When he addresses them, he fixes his eyes on various members of the crowd, shifting attention to organically and individually speak to an entire group; she wonders how he ever manages to become shy when he’s this beguiling.

“I am overjoyed to be here, today, with all of you,” Jack continues, his glass held delicately as he turns to look at the breadth of his party. “Not only with those of you who are like me, but especially those of you who are different, each and all of us siblings to one another in this world.”

The crowd rumbles in agreement-- somewhere, she can hear Ted’s instantly recognizable grunting-- and Jack nods, extending his glass out to gesture at the people before him.

In the mass she can see others she knows to be wolves, a pair of minotaurs, ghouls and a few members of the undead; pointed ears give away some of the docile vampires, whereas other loved ones defy singular description as any one creature, more aptly seen as amalgams or chimeras. She sees the bright eyes of night-stalkers and the sloped shoulders of mountain-apes, and each face, though distinct, seems lit with a unifying ardor: they are home, among one another.

“On days like these, it is good to remember that none of us, no matter how unusual our circumstances, are alone: that through our trials, we find one another, and that we are here to love each other, even when the world seeks to convince us that we are unwanted. But, together, we are wanted,” Jack states.

“Together, we are loved.”

He raises his glass high and grins. When he moves his hand, his wedding band burns bright in the last rays of the day.

“Together, we become family! Salud!”

He tips back the shimmering drink and others in the throng follow suit, cheering and drawing in sips of their beverages in celebration. Now finished with his address, Jack finally descends from the table and makes his way through the crowd, tossing his arm around friends’ shoulders or patting their faces, waving and laughing at his beloved family.

She loves to see him like this-- surrounded by those he loves, Jack becomes even more himself, fit to burst with all the joy he seeks to share-- and as he approaches, he turns his gaze to her, again, and her love multiplies.

He looks at her like she, herself, hangs the stars and the moon in the sky each night, like she’s every present that has ever been under the tree, as if she’s come home from a thousand years apart. Jack’s illuminating, radiant happiness is utterly compelling, and impossible to resist in its infectiousness; she finds herself beaming back in equal measure as he finally is able to pass through the crowd to near her.

Jack comes to sit by her side and places excited kiss after kiss against the side of her face, peppering them along her cheekbones and the tip of her nose as she shrinks into his shoulder. He tuts something about not being shy and tries to coax her out, but she obstinately hides herself in the warm haven of his neck and shoulder, both abashed at the idea of being so amorous in front of his family and divinely desirous of the closeness and comfort she has achieved in his hold. There’s a faint chill in the air as the night descends, and he’s blissfully warm; why would she ever leave?

“Alright then,” he teases, pinching her side and tugging her chair as close as possible to his own to throw his arm around her shoulder, “We’ll eat like this. I’ll get the fork and put it into that little cavern for you. Hm?”

“Works for me, Puppy,” she replies.

“But, amorcita, please,” he implores, “If you don’t come out, who is Alan going to tell that awful story about the time he got trapped in a castle well for a week?”

Someone halfway down the table yells at Jack that it’s “hardly an awful story” and that it was “only a few days”, but the feeling of Jack’s shoulders bouncing with his laughter and the sound of it rippling through her ears is enough to make her want to pull free and see his elated face herself.

Today was about their family, after all, she reminded herself, and she’d like to look at the father of her child.

links to previous fics in this series:

cubs.

familia.

penumbra.

bedrest.

thank you for reading! this was a short one but i wanted to get it out in time for the Dread Holiday; it was all written in ~3 hours, in one night, so if you see any errors... well, that’s why!

anyway, comments and replies are always appreciated, and give me immense motivation to continue these stories! feel free to let me know what you thought and what you’d like to see next!

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #marvel #jack russell #jack russell x reader #not adding the misspelled tags this time Just To See #anyway i hope you guys like it!! this one is Very short compared to my usual standards but i had to write it in one sitting because #ive been siiiiiick and i wanted to get it out before the BLASTED DAY so. here it is!!!#yes im posting this at 3 am yes ill reblog multiple times tomorrow it is what it is!!!!

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redr0sewrites · 14 days

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YALLL sorry ive been so inactive lately school + mental health is lowkey kicking my ass, but i promise i'll be more active soon!!! im prob gonna get at least two things done by this weekend, so stay tuned for that ✨ and since summer is coming i'll be a lot more active then too!!!

#rose rambling #ive been doing the usual end of the year almost summer spring mental breakdown routine #im trying my best #but i promise i'll be posting more soon!!!#i love writing #i'll also probably be adding some more fandoms to the list of fandoms i write for #probably death note and the marvel cinematic universe too #cuz those r some reoccurring hyperfixations #anywayssss if u actually bothered to read these tags ily #i took my anxiety meds yesterday after forgetting to take them saturday and i feel a lot better now so thats nice

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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months

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Since u've already had the topic a few times abt the way the framing in totk is. Here's another one: It feels moreso than in botw, like everyone is acting AT Link, instead of INTERACTING with him. It's like Link is there, but he barely is ever really acknowledged. Even when others talk to him, they just talk AT him. It worked more in botw maybe bc the entire game was built around Link being "new" in the world. But in totk you're meeting Link's "friends" and it just feels sterile, and like Link doesn't matter.

I think one of the issues of TotK's storytelling in general is that it often gets really busy explaining contrived lore that never really deepens the world or the characters and their relationship, and that a lot of cutscenes (in the main quest, I think sidequests are infinitely better at this and makes the world feels more lived-in) are focused on re-explaining the status quo, restating things that just happened or making strange connections between unrelated events to tell the player it's time to go from point X to point Y (thinking of the Zora questline, which got a looot of those).

So I agree that it ends up being a looot of telling, without a whole lot of showing, and even less playing (= here I mean playing as in, doing gameplay actions that are meaningful to the story, character development or themes). And Link do end up taking the blunt of it.

(the widespread use of his little "explaining" animation was kind of a huge indicator to me that maybe this game is a little too focused on re-explaining things that just happened and aren't that complicated or interesting for its own good, while also not following up on the new developments re: Fake Zelda and Dragon Zelda in a organic and revelatory way, among other things)

#asks #thoughts #totk #totk critical #link #writing #see it's hard to go at games neutral as a game writer/narrative designer #because when you start to notice patterns you Can't Unsee #it's kind of a curse honestly ;_;#(unless the game is well managed and then you marvel at everything all the time and it's wonderful)#I am Unbearable to my entourage which is partially why I don't consume media around people usually :((#sorry for being Like This #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...

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raineandsky · 6 months

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#71

The woods are dark—pitch black against the thick shadows of the night. That’s fine, though. Perfect, even. That’s how they both like it.

“I know you’re there, Fangs,” she says to the darkness. “My eyesight’s a lot better than you give it credit for.”

The darkness tuts disappointedly as it shifts under the other’s command. “You planning to maul me?”

“Long as you don’t bite me.”

The man rolls his eyes at her as he steps out from the darkness. “Sunrise is in two hours, Tails,“ he informs her lazily, “and I have things to do. What did you want?”

“To work together.”

His face scrunches up like he’s disgusted. “I like my drinks in a glass, so to speak, and not from a puddle off the ground. Thank you for the offer, though.”

“God, considering you’re hundreds of years old you’re dumb as bricks,” the woman says, much to the other’s blatant offence. “I’m suggesting we address the elephant in the room. You always fancied the taste of the rich, didn’t you?”

The man’s gaze snaps to her, intrigued. “I did,” he says shortly.

She smiles victoriously. She already has him. “I could get you a few drops if you help me tear the bitch down.”

The man tilts his head to the side, his tongue running over his lip thoughtfully. There’s a dull glint of fangs in the moonlight. She can’t help but stare a little enviously—her own teeth are ten times the size of his and a lot less precious about what they’re ripping into.

“Who?”

“The Lady.”

The thoughtfulness freezes. “The dragon?” he says, his voice laden with disbelief. He can only grimace when she nods. “Tails, that’s a death sentence.”

“You’re already dead.”

“You’re not.”

She scowls. “Do you want the taste of dragon blood or not?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“She dies,” the woman says with a shrug, “and I get to wreck her shit.”

There’s a pause in which the man is clearly weighing up his options. “I hear she smuggles jewels in through a secret side door in her tower,” he says eventually, much to the woman’s glee. “Meet me here tomorrow evening. I imagine we can catch her undefended.”

She nods quickly. “Sounds good, Fangs.” She grins, her teeth making it look more like a snarl. The man opposite her is unfazed. “I look forward to working with you.”

He smiles, though it looks more like he’s trying to hold back a laugh. “I can see that.”

“What's that meant to mean?”

“Your tail’s wagging.”

“You—” She glances behind her at the traitor. “I’ll throw you into the sunrise.”

The man laughs, the sound like that of church bells clanging. “You don’t have that kind of power during the day. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Tails.”

And like that he’s gone, swallowed eagerly the gloom.

Get ready, Lady. She stares into the darkness after him, flexing her claws testily. It’s not everyday your nightmares come for you.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #fantasci writing #fantasy writing #hello friends i have some terrible news for the friends in my life #i have a new obsession #finished a marvellous light. in 3 days #which is a record for me it usually takes a week minimum to read a book #im literally feral about it #i closed it and immediately shook it like it owed me money #luckily for yall ive already spent most of my insanity on my storygraph review and crying to my poor friends #best book of 2023 and potentially best book ive read in a long time full stop #read a marvellous light by freya marske if you like queer romance and drama and murder mysteries and edwardian times and MAGIC

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theeblackmedusa · 1 year

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duchess x pirate moodboard

summer love + college au moodboard

boutique + nightclub owners moodboard

#decisions decisions #i usually know what yall are gonna answer with these polls but idk this time #i actually like all of these prompts but idk which one #also all of these are open for grabs cuz i wanna see yalls versions #which one should i write i want them allll #attoye #marvel #mcu #okoye x attuma #danai gurira #alex livinalli #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #theeblackmedusa

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tinypinkmouse · 6 days

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So I had this ridiculous cracky fic idea and despite my best efforts I haven't been able to get rid of it. So here's the idea, I guess.

Okay bear with me for a moment here as I start with saying that I'm not up with current Marvel canon or fanon, and I don't know where people are at with any of that these days. In spite of that I was thinking of Loki (definitely have not seen any of the show, there is a show, right?). Anyway, I liked the thing people did at one point where they mixed Marvel Loki with whatever bits of mythology you please and more or less ended up with single mother of monsters Loki.

Onto to the actual idea then. So, what if Loki sends his kids away to some hopeful safety? Because he knows bad things will happen to them otherwise. Well, okay, unless they're all the same age, some bad things would probably already have happened to some of them. Lets go with some combination of prophecy, them being monsters and Odin being an asshole.

In that case, lets say Hela is the new one. Yeah, not accurate to anything probably but whatever, the thought of baby Hela is cute and anyway, I figure the others are easier for Loki to sneakily free once Hela is born so he can send them all away at once. If he did one at a time there would be suspicions so it needs to be everyone all at once. So Loki plans, Hela is born and then he gets everyone free. Right. Totally makes sense so far.

And then he sends them all away because for reasons he can't go with them himself. Hopefully if he stays behind people either won't be interested in going after them, or he can somehow prevent it from happening. Anyway, to the actual point of all of this. The kids end up on ancient Haixing, just in time to be found by baby!Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan as Kunlun.

There's an eight legged horse and Zhao Yunlan has no idea if that's a thing in the past or if he should be very confused. Anyway, what with all the Yashou around, I'm pretty sure they'd be down with the idea that not all people are always people shaped, and these are kids and there's even a baby and obviously someone needs to take care of them.

Right, so, I have no plans whatsoever for writing a story where Shen Wei doesn't end up taking a dirt nap and raises some not very human kids together with Zhao Yunlan instead. Because look a very large and determined snake could probably prevent Zhao Yunlan from being Hallows-snatched and maybe Ye Zun doesn't fall down that hole either and so Shen Wei doesn't need to fall either.

Okay so maybe I also had a thought about how the whole not falling happens. Because Sleipnir while being a horse, maybe technically should be able to shapeshift, he just never has. Possibly because of something Odin did even. Anyway, the first time he does turn into a human is when Shen Wei is trying to hold onto Ye Zun, so he can help hold on because hooves are just not good for holding onto people. Why the kids are there in the first place, well, Sleipnir is a war horse so that makes sense. And maybe some of the others just kind of... snuck after them or something. Because why not.

Yeah, so. Then the kids have three surrogate parents suddenly. (Well once Shen Wei and Ye Zun talk through things anyway, but I figure they'll get there.) And then eventually, (once the first Thor movie has had time to happen) Loki falls through the void and instead of ending up wherever finds himself on Haixing. And yes, I realise I've now stuck everyone in old timey Haixing, because I don't think it's going to take ten thousand years for Loki to find his way there. Idk, they can figure out the Treaty and Dixing's place in things in the meantime and raise some kids and generally try to give everyone some space to recover from their various traumas. Before throwing Loki and all his issues at them, and his feelings about his kids finding other family even if that is a good thing because Loki sent them somewhere where there was someone who could keep them safe even if he didn't know exactly where that would be.

Yeah, that's about it. I definitely haven't thought about any of this. Because it's a ridiculous idea, and spending time thinking about it would be ridiculous.

#fanfic #fic ideas #definitely no plans on writing any of this #so I give it a couple of days at most before it's an official WIP #that's how it usually goes #marvel #guardian #not a wip #zhenhun

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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My favorite trope: Joel being forced to witness blissfully happy Midge and Lenny.

Pairing: Joel Maisel & Mei Lin, Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

It's been a tough year.

Mei's residency has her incredibly busy, meaning more often than not, Joel is left home with the baby - or worse, alone. He misses her. He misses his really smart, tough, beautiful wife.

He goes to a comedy club in the hope that it will take his mind off of missing her. Maybe a couple drinks and some laughs will make him feel more like a human and less like a shell. Make him feel less like going to the Button and flirting with the new very cute waitress he hired.

He didn't expect to see his ex-wife with her boyfriend.

He knows Lenny was on tour for a few weeks somewhere out west, but he didn't realize he'd come back already. They're sitting at a table toward the edge of the crowd watching the comics and occasionally whispering to each other, laughing at some of the jokes but not at most. They seem to laugh more with each other than at the comedy on stage.

They look really, really happy.

At one point, Midge lifts her hand, brushing her fingers through Lenny's hair tenderly. It's not like they're necking, but there's something about the affectionate gesture that makes Joel feel like he's intruding on something incredibly private. He looks back toward the stage.

A while later, he sees Lenny cross the room, headed for the john, and Joel finishes his drink, heading the same direction.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks a few minutes later, entering the bathroom and finding Lenny at the sink.

The comic looks at him in the mirror. Usually Joel would expect him to joke, but Lenny just says, "Shoot."

He takes a deep breath. "How do you do it?" Lenny furrows a brow, and Joel moves to the sink. "You're a pretty famous guy. Women probably flirt with you a lot when you're on tour, right?"

"I wouldn't say a lot, but sure," Lenny answers, grabbing some paper towels and drying his hands.

"How do you..."

"Resist the urge to do a little more than flirt?" The younger man nods slowly. Lenny rubs his jaw in consideration. "If I start talking about your ex-wife, you're not gonna deck me, are you?"

"Just...keep it vague?" Joel requests.

Lenny laughs quietly, tossing the paper towels. "Flirting with other women isn't nearly as fun for me as flirting with Midge. Because I love her. And I'd rather do six months of shows in fucking Siberia than do anything to hurt her. I mean, I kicked dope for her."

"You did that for Midge?" Joel asks, surprised.

"Well partly. She wasn't the only reason. The point is - " Lenny gestures toward Joel " - no roll in the hay, no morphine high, no blonde bombshell or cute cocktail waitress is worth losing the best thing that ever fucking happened to me. Is Mei the best thing that ever happened to you?"

"Yeah, but she's never around! She's always at work, and I - "

"You ever consider talking to her?"

Joel furrows his brow. "What's there to talk about? She works, and I can't - "

"Jesus, Joel, talk to your wife. Tell her you miss her." The older man claps him on the shoulder as he heads for the door. "You'll be surprised by how much easier things get when you actually communicate."

"What are you doing here?"

Joel holds up a paper bag. "Thought you might need a pick-me-up," he offers.

Mei smiles, leaning against the nurses' station and taking the bag. She looks inside, and her smile widens at the sight of the spring rolls. "Pork?"

"What am I, an idiot?" Mei quirks her brow teasingly, and Joel shakes his head with a soft laugh. "You got a minute to talk?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just - " He notices the nurses and stops. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Sure," she answers, leading him toward the doctors lounge. "What's going on?" She asks, sitting down and opening the bag.

"I miss you," he admits as he takes the seat next to her. "I'm ridiculously proud of you, but I miss you."

Mei sighs. "I miss you too, Joel. This has been a really hard year for us. Residency is kicking my ass."

"I know you miss Charlotte when you're here, but I was thinking maybe the next time you get a couple days in a row we could...I dunno, maybe get out of the city? Just the two of us. Spend some time together..."

His wife exhales, looking a little relieved. "That sounds really great. I love Charlotte, but I could definitely use a couple days off without being woken up by her crying. I'm exhausted."

He smiles. "Okay. Just let me know what your schedule looks like, and we'll plan something. Or I will. Or Ma will."

"Your mother is not planning our romantic, relaxing getaway."

"Then I'll do it," he promises, leaning in and kissing her softly.

#joelmei #joel maisel x mei lin #midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #this is way nicer to joel than i usually am

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