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#on god i will get this shit edited and posted before becs lands at the airport
moregraceful · 5 months
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i think editing this fic made it worse BUT in de-aging everyone in this fic by five years, i have accidentally created a delightful d-plot called jordie benn adopts wyatt johnston as his own child:
Wyatt says, through a mouthful of pancake, “yeah, so all four of them—no, six, but the oldest son got drafted and he’s over in Europe, still, and the other is went to college in Boston but he might come home for break, so there are only four of them downstairs, youngest one’s a girl and she tried to beat my younger brother with a snow shovel, because my brother was getting fresh but I just stood there and let it happen ‘cause Jordie told me you don’t ever get fresh with a girl and if a girl comes after you with a shovel you probably had it coming so maybe the other two sons come home soon and all four of them knock some sense into my damn idiot brother—what was I saying?” Jamie squints. Jordie says, with a huge sigh, “The family lives downstairs, Wyatt.”
AND:
Wyatt comes clattering down the hallway. He trips on a loose floorboard but manages to stay up right. “I got it!” he says. “Mom says thanks for letting her borrow it, she took care of all my sisters last week. Is Jamie gonna give him a haircut? Hey—” he addresses Tyler directly “—Jamie will clean you up good.” “Oh, good,” says Tyler. His smile is wider. “I bet he does.” “Don’t run with scissors, Jesus Christ,” says Jordie abruptly. “Wyatt, who raised you?” “You did,” says Wyatt. Jordie frowns at him, trying for irritated but Jamie can tell he’s pleased. Jamie takes the scissors, rolling his eyes. Wyatt leans around Jamie to look at Jordie dead on. “Hey, we’re going to play hockey, you wanna come, Jordie?” “No, ‘cause I gotta work. Which you are making me late for. Thanks, boys,” says Jordie, when Miro and Roope appear behind him with a duffle bag of clothing. Jamie takes that too. It’s heavy – they must have packed a lot of winter clothing in it, and maybe some shoes as well. “You two are the best of men." Wyatt makes a face. Miro looks smug.
("where's joe pavelski" the fic is technically tyler/jamie hurt/comfort but it's ACTUALLY wyatt johnston's indomitable fifteen year old spirit forces old men* [*men in their mid-late 20s/30s] to play hockey with him while they adopt him as their child. joe pavelski is there dw)
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