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minminyoonjii · 1 year

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Hiii, I really enjoy reading Mini Log and your stray kids scenarios, they're always so comforting and cute to read.

If it's possible, could you make a mini log about reader getting sick, but reader doesn't want to admit it so Felix and Chan have to warn her (tbh I'm kinda confused how to say it, but I hope you get it)

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This came out more angsty than predicted. This is just another warning, your feelings are valid and not over-exaggerated. I personally think it's a bit heavy for littles to read so read with caution. With that cleared, I hope you enjoy reading.

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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A groan escaped your lips, you sat up looking for your phone. You gulped, wincing at your swallow "Gosh," you rasped, pressing the back of your palm against your neck. "I need a shower," you whispered, swinging your legs over the bed, standing up. "Oh fuck," you croaked, instantly feeling dizzy. You looked at your plush, and it stared back at you "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine," you said, running your fingers through your hair. The way to the bathroom looked wobbly, but you made it there, washed up, and changed into a fresh pair of hoodie and shorts.

You held onto the railing, walking down each step carefully. "Morning, sweetheart," Felix said, plating up pancakes. "Morning, Lix," you replied, taking a seat at the kitchen aisle. Felix smiled, "I made pancakes, do you want fruit or syrup?" he asked, setting them on the aisle. You giggled, "Both please," you said, looking at Felix. He chuckled, "Fruits and syrup, coming right up," he said, decorating your pancakes. You watched in awe, always in love with the way Felix cooks. "For you. my princess," he said, bowing slightly. "Thank you, kind sir," you replied, taking the pancakes from him.

Felix ruffled your hair, "Eat up, I still have batter if you want more," he said, kissing your temple. Your vision got blurry at the slight jostle before it came back again "I will," you said, taking a bit of your pancakes. Felix smiled, cleaning up the utensils he used earlier. You hummed, finishing your breakfast. "I'm heading up to change, okay?" he said, cupping your cheeks together. You laughed, "I'll be fine, Lixxie," you said, staring up at him. Felix placed a light peck on your lips, "I know, sweet girl," he said, giving you an eskimo kiss. You rolled your eyes playfully, watching as he walked up before standing.

"Really," you groaned, your knees wobbling as you stood. "Sweetheart, Chris is coming home early tonight," Felix shouted from upstairs. "Alright," you shouted back, holding the edge of the counter as you walked to the sink. You took in a deep breath, melting into the warmth of your hoodie. Chills ran up your legs, and goosebumps coated your skin. "Not now," you whined lowly, looking for tissues. You found some, blowing your nose into them. Your vision turned dark for a bit, "Please don't have a fit," you whispered under your breath.

Minutes went by and you were in the clear. A breath of relief slipt past your lips "Let's check on work," you mumbled, walking towards your desk. You turned on your laptop, scrolling through your emails then your saved documents. You went through what was urgent, then opened up your passion work. You did a few edits, run-throughs, and proofreads. Felix walked around the house, smiling as you zoned into your work. An hour or two flashed by before you even realized. You stretched, bladder aching for you to go "Maybe it's time for a break," you mumbled, standing up.

Blood rushed from your torso to your legs, and your eyes widened, instantly holding onto the desk for support. "Sweet girl, are you alright?" Felix asked, causing you to flinch. You turned to look at him, "Yeah. Yeah, just been sitting too long," you explained, brushing off his worry. Felix hummed, "Stand up every now and then, hm?" he said, watching you intently. "I will," you replied, walking away to the bathroom. You entered the bathroom, letting out a deep sigh "Pull yourself together," you whispered, sitting on the toilet.

You washed your hands and face, feeling more refreshed but the cold breeze triggered a sneezing fit. Your face heated up, and you puffed out warm air to catch your breath, You tried clearing your nose but it kept getting stuffy. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin once again. You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror "How do I hide this," you whispered, washing your face once more. Felix knocked on your door, "Is everything okay in there?" he asked, resting his hand on the doorknob. You cleared your throat, "Ahm, I'm fine," you said, holding back a whimper as you held your head.

Felix pursed his lips on the other side of the door, "Chris is coming back, give or take thirty minutes," he said, stepping back from the door. You took a deep breath, opening the door "Okay. He's having dinner with us then?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix nodded, "I ordered take out so they should be here any time now," replied, stroking your cheek. You leaned into his palm, kissing it slowly "What are you doing, hm?" you asked, looking at him. Felix chuckled, gently grazing the back of his hand against your neck "Just wanted to hold you, sweetheart. I didn't get my daily hug yet, so I'm feeling deprived," he teased, booping your nose.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Is this good enough?" you asked, hugging him close. Felix confirmed his suspicion, "Yes, thank you," he said, stroking your hair. You released your hold, "I'm going to edit on a few things, tap me on the shoulder when Chris gets here," you said, walking back to your desk. "Alright," Felix said, smiling slightly. He clicked on Chan's chat, typing out a short pharmacy list for him to pick up "That should be enough," he mumbled, watching as you worked. Chan walked into the house, feeling an odd sense of tension.

He wrapped his arms around Felix's waist, pulling him close to his chest "What's wrong, love?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. "She's sick. I know she is but she's keeping it from me," he said, pressing his back further into Chan's hold. "Did you confront her?" he asked, kissing his lover's cheek. Felix frowned, "I just, I couldn't. God, I'm too much of a coward to do so," he mumbled, covering his eyes. Chan frowned, "Let's talk to her, yeah? We can ask her together," he reassured, walking towards your zoned-in figure. He gently rubbed your neck, causing you to flinch "Shh, you're alright. It's just me," he said, trailing down to rub your shoulders.

You sighed, turning off your laptop "Is dinner here?" you asked, looking up at him. Chan nodded, "Yeah, it's on the table," he said, walking towards the dining table when a sudden "Oh fuck," made him turn back. You held your head, vision spotting black from the lack of rest, water and added stress. Chan wrapped his arms around you, "Shit, baby can you hear me?" he asked, laying you down gently on his lap. You blinked for a bit, "Yeah, I can," you said, slowly sitting up. Felix took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell someone that you were sick?" he asked, rubbing your legs.

You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up wobbly, "I wasn't. This is fine, it's normal," you said, stepping back from the confrontation. "I'm pretty sure, getting lightheaded from standing up isn't normal," Chan said, stepping forward. "Or the sneezing fit and fever you've been having," he added, raising an eyebrow. Your breath hitched, picking up in pace. "Breathe, sweetheart. We're not mad," Felix said, opening his hands to hug you but you flinched. Everything piled on and it wasn't a surprise when you slipped. Wails and sobs immediately started pouring from your lips.

Chan tried to get closer but you curled up, holding your head "Not sick. Promise not sick. I'm a good girl, I'm not sick. I'm sorry, not sick," you babbled, rocking yourself. Their hearts broke, Chan squat down to your height, speaking gently "Why are you saying you're not sick, baby?" he asked but his voice was barely a whisper. You hiccuped, fat tears streaming down your cheeks "Sick bad, Sick too much money," you sniffled, digging your nails into your palm. Chan gently took your hands, "Who told you that?" he asked, gesturing for Felix to hold your other hand. You whimpered, "Mama and Dada," you cried, unintentionally clawing into their palms.

Felix frowned, stroking your palm "Is that why big you doesn't tell anyone if she's sick?" he asked, slowly reaching out to rub your back. You nodded, sobbing harder "No tell unless pain bad," you sputtered, burying your face between your knees. Chan rubbed your legs "To that extend?" he asked, kissing your fingers. You nodded once more "Tis normal, not sick, promise," you whimpered, lips wobbling. Chan stroked your cheek, "Can we hold you, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping his other arms around Felix's back. You sniffled, crawling into their laps "I need you to listen to what I'm about to say, okay?" he whispered, rubbing your arms.

You laid your cheek on his chest, legs resting across Felix's lap "When you're sick, we want you to come to us. Not only when you're sick, you can come to us whenever, yeah?" he whispered, kissing your tears away. You gripped the hem of Chan's shirt "Daddy, no mad?" you asked, fidgeting with his buttons. Chan shook his head, "Never. Even if Daddy was, Daddy will never raise his voice at you, hm," he said, kissing your nose. "I love you both so so much," he asked pulling Felix closer. "I can't imagine any one of you in any distress or pain. If I could I would take your pain away," he said, holding Felix on his other thigh.

Felix stroked your cheek, "Sweetheart we adore you. You're our little, our precious girl. We would do anything to see you happy. Just the thought of you withholding your pain, hurts us more than you know," he said, voice cracking the more his spoke. You whimpered, "Mommy no sad. Don't want mommy sad," you cried, letting Felix hold you tight. Chan held you both firmly in his arms "Aigo, my sweet babies. We all have some things we need to talk about, hm?" he whispered, rocking the both of you. Soon the soft sniffles turned into gentle snores.

Chan sighed, his heart ached at the things you said "I'll protect you, I'll always protect you," he mumbled, kissing the top of your heads. "Rest my little loves, you'll be safe as long as I live," he smiled softly, basking in the comfort.

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rosewaterandivy · 10 months

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iii. drank dry the river lethe

summary: It’s the kindness that undoes you, the mercy in spite of everything that has happened and is happening still.

pairing: s.h. x witch!reader

w.c.: 2.2k

warnings: my blog is 18+ MDNI; vague allusions to magic and the like, carpenter & flannel-wearing Steve, sexual tension, some kissin' and good ol' yearning.

a/n: woof 😮‍💨 thanks for sticking around and waiting for this one! self-edited, all mistakes are my own. shout-out to the fic playlist (linked below) for getting me through this. i'm wishing the happiest of birthdays to @big-ope-vibes - love you & hope you don’t hate me too much for this 🥺

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“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You gasp, his rough hands falling to cradle your hips. You can see puffs of breath as they leave your open, panting mouth.

The storm rages on outside, a crisp chill settling in the shop and creeping along your skin. But Steve is warm and you can’t help but arch into him on instinct, seeking anything to ease the shiver in your bones.

He hums, as if in thought, eyes studying you— the heaving of your chest, jumping pulse, hands draped around his collar. Despite what you’d just said, your body language implies the opposite. Subtly, your hips cant upward, back arching imperceptibly as your chest grazes his. Erratic breaths fall from his lips.

“You think so?”

His voice is a low rasp, a lick of heat curls up your spine and you’re already having trouble breathing with any sense of regularity under his scrutiny. Because he’s doing that thing again— when he looks at you with such vulnerability that it nearly breaks your heart in two. People don’t look at you that way, it’s usually tinged with desire or derision but nothing so tender as how Steve is looking at you now.

Take a breath and concentrate on the rain.

He watches as you screw your eyes shut and take big grasping breaths in and out. You think of those women who walked the bluestone path for love, how you pitied them, swore never to become them. Nothing good comes from a good heart or soft touch, oh no, not for you. Memories come like flashes of scattered light then— your mom and dad slow dancing in the kitchen, him serenading her and peppering her face with kisses, her laughter and poor attempts to bat him away.

Not since then had you felt like this— a tightness inside your throat and belly and chest, a heat, not unpleasant so much as wholly unfamiliar, radiating outward from the center of your body and rushing through your veins.

Something was very wrong indeed.

No longer balanced by logic, you feel weightless anchored solely by the warm and calloused hands of the carpenter. Thinking about him, his worried look, and sincere gaze makes you even more nervous. You feel like someone who’s stepped outside of life and into a stretch of woods you’d never seen before and you don’t know the paths or trails.

You’d spent your entire life following one cardinal rule: don’t fall in love— you’d stayed vigilant, used logic and good sense. Taken every precaution, taken care of everything from the bills to the laundry, which, when it hangs on the line is whiter than snow.

But the way Steve is looking at you, so patient and tender, you love it and hate it at the same time. Makes you want to come clean and let loose for once. Your eyes dart to his tongue as he wets his lips, a line of heat skittering beneath your skin. It’s invisible, but it’s there. That’s how desire is, it assails you in a parking lot and wins every time.

The tension is so bad that it feels as though it were at least a hundred degrees inside the shop. Your hands fall from his shoulders to his chest, a poor attempt to curb your desires. In the descent, your nail drags against a thin gold chain around his neck leaving whispery scores that draw along his skin and pull a soft hiss from him.

Steve sounds positively wrecked and looks even more shattered now than before. You’re the one, and he knows it. Under certain circumstances, he might be willing to give up everything for you. He might be willing to leap headlong into the chasm he feels coming up, without considering how fast he’s falling or how brutal the moment of impact might be.

Tentatively, you reach out to comb his hair back from where it’d fallen in his face, hot right down to your fingertips. Steve’s staring at you the way he did back in the storeroom, you can feel his intentions and torment both, in equal measure; you’re well aware of what he wants.

You want it as well.

Tonight under your gaze with the whipping wind and rain outside, Steve feels like he’s stumbled into love, and now he’s stuck here in the anguish of it. He’s fairly used to not getting what he wants, and he’s dealt with it, but he can’t help but wonder if that’s only because he didn’t want anything badly enough.

Well, he does now.

In the darkest depths of his memory, the recollections that tortured him under a nightmarish guise, Steve remembers holding on for something. Be it the kids, or Robin, or Nance— a bone-weary sense of survival; to pull and thrash and fight for another day, getting Dustin out of there in one piece, and dragging Eddie out of the Upside Down, even though he felt about ready to give up and give in right then and there.

And now, looking at you in a shop a world away from the hell that was Hawkins and the Upside Down, it all falls into place. He wasn’t holding out for something, but someone. Steve knows he should go, has crossed one too many boundaries for comfort tonight, but the hitch is, he doesn’t want to go. He’d rather be here, looking at you bathed in candlelight and watching the steady rise and fall of your breaths than weather another storm alone— his desire is so bad he doesn’t know if he could stand up straight.

His eyes are burning hot, and he knows he can never stop himself if he’s going to cry. Better to not even try, or at least that’s what Rob always says.

“Oh, don’t,” You say, moving closer to him pulled by gravity and forces you couldn’t begin to control.

“It’s fine,” He sniffs as the tears trail down his cheeks, “I just do this sometimes,” Steve says in that sad, deep voice. He shakes his head, like he can’t believe this is his life. This time he’d prefer to do almost anything but cry. “Ignore me.”

But you don’t. You can’t help yourself. Shifting toward him, meaning to wipe away at his tears, but instead loop your arms around his neck, and once you do that, he holds you closer.

It’s music when he says your name, a sound that’s absurdly beautiful in his mouth, but you don’t pay attention. You’ve spent enough time on the back stairs of the aunt’s house to know that most things men say are lies. Don’t listen, you tell yourself. None of it’s true and none of it matters, because Steve’s whispering that he’s been looking for you forever.

Everything happens in sweet slow motion from there.

You’re halfway to climbing him like a tree, scrambling for purchase along his arms and chest. His hands move from your hips and a breathy whimper escapes your throat. Steve mollifies your fit of pique with a bite to his lip, pulling it taut as his hands wrap around your thighs to pick you up. Your hips slide home, pressing against him as he carries you to the till— his hands are so hot on your skin you can’t believe it.

Can’t think, or listen to a word he says because if you do, you might think better of it.

He sets you down gently on the wooden counter, hands roaming your skin— under your sweater, along the band of your leggings— and still you don’t stop him. When his lips finally meet yours, you bite him accidentally, so eager and impatient. He laughs into your mouth, angling your lips up to slant against his. Your eyes flutter shut and let his kiss devour you, the clacking of teeth, brushes of tongues, and guttural groans.

This is what it must feel like to be crazy, you find yourself thinking, as Steve moves against you. Delirious under his attention, you want the heat he’s making you feel; you, who can’t function without directions and a map, want to get lost right now— to get lost in him. You can feel yourself giving into his fervent touches; you’re ready to do just about anything as long as his fingers keep pressing against you, stoking the fever in your veins.

Everything you’re doing is so unlike your usual self that when you catch sight of your image in the a nearby window you’re stunned. It’s a woman who could fall in love if she let herself, a woman who doesn’t stop Steve when he lifts your hair up and away so he can press his mouth to hollow of your throat.

Out of the corner of your eye, there’s a flicker, and you can see your reflection raise a brow in interest. She inclines her head minutely as if to ask, Really? while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

What? You mouth back, trying desperately to fall back into the reality of Steve’s sweltering hold on your body, the praises that fall like raindrops from his mouth only to evaporate upon hitting your scorched skin.

What is wrong with you? Your mirror-self volleys back, all knowing glances and quirked lips.

Beyond flustered and frustrated you bite back with a vehement, I don’t know!

And as quickly as she appeared, your mirror-self is gone with a flicker and a wave. Maybe that’s something to consider, what exactly are you doing here? What good would it do for you to get involved with someone like Steve—to break the one rule you had? You’d have to feel like this, half-wild and at the whims of your desires, all of the time. You’d have to feel so much, and you’re not that kind, not really. You could never muster an ounce of sympathy for those miserable, irrational women who came to the aunt’s backdoor, nor could you stand to be one of them now, overrun with grief, rendered inconsolable with what some would call love.

You pull away from Steve, out of breath, mouth hot and the rest of you burning. You’ve managed to exist this long without; you can keeping doing it. Just make yourself go cold, from the inside out. The rain is letting up now, the sky as dark as a moonless night. In the east, thunder sounds as the storm moves in from the sea.

“We should stop,” You bring yourself to say, though it cleaves something deep inside of you.

Steve halts his ministrations, and the wounded look on his face is worse than the fissure in your chest. The words taste bitter and cruel, but you can’t allow yourself to care. You need to put a stop to this before the option is no longer your own. Before the possibility of what you could feel for him takes hold and traps you, like those women on the bluestone path at twilight.

“This was a mistake.”

His lips form your name, a hoarse murmur followed by a grim smile. “I can fix it,” He says, seeing how you tuck yourself away, bit by bit, right before his very eyes. “Please, let me fix it,” He pleads, voice strained.

A slow shake of your head to dash his hopes once and for all, “You should go.” Your voice sounds like a broken, hollow thing.

At this moment, Steve wishes he was a weaker man— that he could somehow reach out and grab the part of you that he’d briefly held in his hands, and force you, at least until you gave in. Because it was there, he felt it and you did too, that ineffable spark of recognition. He’d like to make love to you right here, he’d like to do it all night and not give a damn about anything else. But he’s not that kind of man, and he never will be. He’s seen too many lives go wrong when a man allows himself to be led around by his dick. Steve has always understood why people give in and do as they please with no thought of anyone else. Their minds shut off, and he’s not going to do that, even if it means he won’t get what he really wants.

He sighs your name, and it causes you more anguish than you could have ever imagined possible. It’s the kindness that undoes you, the mercy in spite of everything that has happened and is happening still.

But Steve, for all his wanting and heartache, stands up and takes a step back. You make yourself look over his shoulder and keep your gaze there; you don’t dare look at him.

“Eddie will, uh, finish the job.”

You clench your hands into the worn wood beneath you and nod.

Steve gathers his tools and sets them on the counter for Eddie to find tomorrow. And even if you don’t look, you know he hasn’t yet walked away. This is the way is has to be— removed forever, distant as the stars, unhurt and untouched forever and ever. He closes the door when he leaves and it takes everything in you to not turn to see, because if you did, you’d discover how much you want him, for all the good it would ever do you.

But he does watch you as he gets back into the cab of his truck out in front of the shop. Steve combs his wet hair back with his fingers and, for a moment, the whole cab smells like rain. As best as he can understand it, the greatest portion of grief is the one you dish out for yourself, and the both of you have served yourselves from the same table tonight, the only difference being that he knows what he’s missing, and you have no idea what’s causing you to cry as you sit in the cold and empty dark.

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winchesterwild78 · 5 months

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Unexpected Hunter Pt 7

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Chapter Warnings: All the fluff. Dean’s gonna be a daddy, anxiety, SMUT, end of pregnancy and birth.

A/N: Time jump chapter and this is a tooth rotting fluffy chapter. 😁💜 The babies are here!! 💙💜 We get to see Dean in action as a daddy. I edited this fast so please overlook any mistakes

All work is my own, don’t take it

18+ Minors DNI

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Time jump 3 months

You were over it. Completely over being pregnant. It hurt to walk, breathe and move. You had to pee all the time, your ribs hurt, you couldn’t see your feet anymore and you cried all the time. Dean had been by your side the whole pregnancy and was so helpful and caring. Sam and Dean decided to take a break from hunting since you were due any day. Your doctor decided to let you go naturally and not schedule a c-section for the birth. You knew there was a possibility of having one, but you really wanted to try to have the babies the good old fashioned way. You were almost 37 weeks and you were miserable, but so excited to meet your babies.

You walked into the kitchen to grab some water and some fruit. You really wanted some pie but since you were carrying twins you had gained more weight than you liked so you opted for a healthy snack. You were bent over looking in the refrigerator when Dean came in and saw you. He walked up behind you and grabbed your hips. You gasped and stood up. “What are you doing, Dean” you asked playfully hitting his chest. “Just saw something I wanted” he said with a smirk. “Oh yeah, you like this do you baby” you said shaking your butt at him. He growled and pulled you close to him and kissed you. You instantly melted into his arms.

Dean felt your body tremble under his touch and he slipped his hand down your body and into your pants. You gasped and nodded yes. He slid his hand further and found your folds. He gently slid his fingers between them. “Damn baby, you’re soaking wet” he said rubbing your clit. You moaned and bucked your hips. “Dean, please. I need you”.

He grabbed your hand and walked with you to your shared room. He gently laid you down and stripped your clothes off then he removed his. He kissed your lips and moved his hand down to your dripping wet folds. He inserted a finger and you gasped. He started rubbing circles on your clit and inserted another finger. You loved the way he felt and you were close to the edge already. Another side effect of pregnancy was your hormones caused you to cum fast. Dean felt you were close and sped up pushing you over the edge.

Once you were coming down from your high you asked him to help you up. He helped you get up and you told him to lay down. Once he was laying down you climbed back on the bed and straddled him. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his check. You immediately took every inch of him in you. You didn’t wait to take him inch by inch. You thrusted his hard cock deep inside your dripping wet pussy. You started to grind down taking every inch. Dean cupped your engorged breasts and panted your name.

Every thrust and every grind pushed Dean closer to the edge. You felt your coil tighten deep inside. “Fuck, y/n I’m close” Dean panted out. “Me too, Dean” you said as you leaned back on his hard cock. You started bouncing faster and as Dean came deep inside you he gripped your breasts hard and you came too. Your walls clenching and milking his cock.

Once you both rode out your high you climbed off and went to clean up. Dean followed you to the bathroom and helped you. He kissed your lips after you were both clean and helped you get dressed. You crawled into bed and Dean climbed in beside you. The babies weren’t as active now and the doctor said it was normal. They were running out of space. You felt them move around and kick, but today they seemed to be less active. Dean rubbed your belly, leaned down to kiss it and said “Daddy loves you two so much and I can’t wait to meet you So whenever you’re ready, mommy and I are here.” He kissed your belly and then leaned in and kissed your lips.

You both fell asleep blissfully and in each other’s arms. Around 4 in the morning you woke up with the urgent need to use the bathroom. You couldn’t get up and Dean’s arm was slung over you. “Dean, honey I need to go to the bathroom” you said trying to wake him up. He grumbled but woke up and helped you up.

Once in the bathroom you did what you needed to do and washed your hands. As you washed your hands you felt a rush of warm liquid run down your legs and soak your pajama bottoms. You realized your water just broke. You calmly walked into the bedroom and shook Dean. “Honey, come on get up. We need to go. My water just broke” you said trying to be gentle. He started to wake up and it didn’t register what you said. “What’s wrong, sweetheart” he asked wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Oh nothing, just need to go to the hospital. My water broke” you said laughing.

Dean’s green eyes shot open as he realized what you were saying and he jumped up. He started running around getting dressed and grabbing everything. He yelled for Sammy to get up and get the bags. Sam can running in the room a few minutes later and grabbed the bags. You had made them practice just in case something like this happened and now you’re glad you did. Dean helped you to the car and Sam climbed in the back seat. He leaned forward and put his arm on your shoulder. “You’ve got this, y/n. You’re going to do great and soon my niece and nephew will be here.” He said patting your shoulder.

Dean took no time getting you to the hospital. On the way you called Dr Johnson to let her know you were on your way to the hospital. She said she would meet you there. As Dean pulled up to the entrance Sam jumped out and went to grab a nurse and a wheelchair. Dean was helping you out of the car. The contractions had started and you were trying to focus on breathing. Sam returned with the nurse and they helped you in the wheelchair. Dean walked with you and Sam went to park the car.

You were taken straight to labor and delivery. Dr Johnson was there waiting. “Looks like we’re gonna have some babies today” she said with a smile. Dean helped you up and you were told to put on a hospital gown and get in the bed. The nurse came in and hooked you up to machines and started an IV. You could feel the contractions and they were getting worse. “Dean hold my hand. It hurts so bad” you said fighting back tears. Dean grabbed your hand and kissed your head. “You’ve got his baby. I’m here by your side and I’m not going anywhere. Soon we will be holding our babies.” He said with a reassuring smile.

Dr Johnson came in and checked you. You were 10cm dilated and 99% effaced. “Okay mama, you’re ready to go. Let me get my gown on and we’ll get you in position.” She said standing up. You looked at Dean scared and excited. He kissed your lips and whispered “you’re going to do great. I’m here”.

The doctor and several nurses came in the room. “Okay, y/n on your next contraction I want you to give me a big push. Alright, here it is now push.” You pushed down as Dean and a nurse held your legs. Once you stopped the doctor checked you again. “Good girl, now another push, ready, and go. Push, push, push. You’ve got this mama.” She said reassuring you. On the next contraction you pushed really hard. “Oh I see a head. Keep pushing” she said. You pushed with everything you had and out popped a head. “Okay, heads out now give me another big push to deliver the shoulders.” You pushed hard and delivered the shoulders and the rest of the baby slid out.

“First twin is out and it’s a boy. Want to cut the cord, dad” the dr asked and Dean grinned. He had a good set of lungs on him too. You laid back and rested for a few minutes. The doctor checked on the baby’s position to see if they were in position. So far she wasn’t ready. Once Dean cut the cord the nurses cleaned, measured and dressed your little boy. He was handed to you and you instantly fell in love. He looked just like Dean and he was perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes and bright green eyes like his Daddy. Oh you were in trouble.

Pretty soon the contractions started again and your little girl was ready to be born. Dean and the nurse got into position and so did the doctor. “Okay y/n, let’s meet your little girl. Just like the last one. Push on the contraction. The first one hit and you were pushing. Your body was tired but you kept going. “Come on baby, you’ve got this. I love you” Dean said kissing your lips. The next contraction you were pushing her head out. She was coming fast. “Okay, hold on mama. Don’t push yet.” The doctor said. Dean looked concerned and you noticed the doctor was concentrating. She grabbed the clip and scissors. You felt a push and looked over at Dean. He noticed you and gave you a soft smile. “What’s wrong” you asked. “Nothing to worry about. You just relax and don’t push.” Dr Johnson said. She looked at Dean and said “I’m gonna have to cut this Dad”. Dean shook his head in understanding. “What’s wrong with the baby” you demanded. You felt the baby slide down and out but there wasn’t a sound. “Dean, why isn’t she crying. What’s wrong” you asked as panic rose in your chest. Dean was focused on the baby who wasn’t making a sound. He nervously bit his lip and tried to reassure you everything was okay. That’s when you lost it. “Someone tell me what the hell is going on with my baby. Why isn’t she crying.” You half yelled and half cried out. You started crying and tried to get up. Dean held you. Just then you heard it. At first you weren’t sure, but it was a soft cry. “Oh thank god.” You said sobbing. Dean wrapped you in his arms. She finally was crying.

They cleaned her up, evaluated her and gave her to you. Her cord had somehow wrapped around her neck 4 times and as you pushed it tightened. The doctor was able to free the cord and get her to take a breathe. You held your daughter in your arms and just like her brother, you instantly fell in love. “You don’t ever get to scare me again, little one” you whispered to her.

Dean was holding your son and you were holding your daughter. This was one of the most beautiful moments in your life. Holding your baby while the love of your life held your other baby. This felt perfect.

After you were cleaned up you were moved to a private room. The babies were in the nursery getting their tests and a bath. You laid back and softly closed your eyes. Dean kissed you and said “thank you, y/n for our two beautiful, healthy babies. They are perfect. I love you.” “Oh Dean, thank you for giving me this family. I can’t wait to raise them with you and love you forever” you said.

The nurses wheeled the babies in and gushed over them. Saying they passed all their tests and did great. Dean handed you both babies and took a picture and sent it to everyone. Then you did the same. A soft knock on the door and in walked Sam.

“Hey guys, is now a good time to meet my niece and nephew” he asked. “Of course Sammy, come in” Dean said. He looked at the sleeping babies and smiled. “How are you feeling, y/n” he asked. “I’m tired and sore but completely in love” you said snuggling your daughter. “Would you like to hold your niece” you asked him. He nodded eagerly and you handed her to him. He smiled soft and talked to her. Then Dean gave him his nephew to hold and he beamed again.

“So do you guys have names picked out” Sam asked. “Yep we do” Dean said with a smile. He nodded at you holding his daughter “that’s Jodi Deana Winchester, and Sammy you’re holding Robert Samuel Winchester” Dean said with a smile. Sam looked at both of you and you smiled at him. “You named your son after me” he asked shocked. “Of course we did. We named them after people who mean the most to us. Jodi has the middle name of Deana for your grandmother and of course Dean. He has the first name of Robert because of Bobby and a middle name of Samuel for the best Uncle in the world.” You said smiling. He walked over and hugged both of you and whispered “thank you”.

*time jump 3 weeks*

You and the babies were home from the hospital and things were getting into a good rhythm. You and Dean shared nighttime duty and Sam helped during the day. You slept when you could because your body was healing and Dean insisted. Jodi and the girls came to visit and she insisted on staying a while to help too. She was over the moon when you told her y’all named your daughter after her. She cried and hugged you tightly. When she got to the bunker she insisted you and Dean get some sleep and her and Sam would watch the babies.

So you both went to the bedroom. Dean kissed you deeply and said “I can’t believe you gave me two beautiful babies and you’re in love with me. I’m the luckiest man alive and I’m in love with the strongest most amazing woman ever. Thank you, sweetheart. I love you” he said pulling you back in for a deep kiss. “I love you too, Dean and thank you for giving me two beautiful babies and making me the luckiest woman in the world.” You said as you kissed him. He wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest. Soon you were drifting off to sleep and so was he. You both were exhausted but so happy.

You woke up sometime later and stretched. You felt the bed was empty and was a little sad. Since the bunker didn’t have windows you weren’t sure how long you had been sleeping. You looked over at the clock and you realized you had been asleep for 5 hours. Oh my goodness, you thought as you got up. You went to the bathroom and left the room to find everyone.

You heard talking from the library so you headed that way. When you rounded the corner you saw Dean pacing holding your son and Jodi sitting at a table holding your daughter. You smiled and Dean noticed you. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you sleep good” he asked. “Yes I did, you should have woke me up” you said walking towards him. He just shook his head no.

“Where’s Sammy” you asked. “Doing some research” Jodi said. “Oh okay” you said as you kissed Dean taking your son from him. Your son opened his eyes and looked up at you. This boy had your heart wrapped around his little finger and with his Daddy’s eyes and looks you knew you were going to be in trouble. Your daughter was a perfect mix of both of you, but with Dean’s eyes. He was already in trouble because she had him wrapped around her little finger already.

Sam walked in the room holding his computer. “Hey Dean, I found a case” he said as he walked in. He saw you and said hello. Your heart sunk when he said he had a case. You knew they would go back to hunting but you weren’t ready to go back to reality yet. Jodi saw your face and had you follow her to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen she took your hand. “It’s okay, y/n. If you need me I will stay here while the boys are gone” she said. “I can’t ask you to do that Jodi, you have your job and your girls” you said trying to fight back tears. “Honey, you are part of my family. These babies are probably the closest thing I’ll get to grandchildren in a very long time. Let me stay and help you. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” Jodi said softly. “Okay, if you’re sure” you said hugging her.

You put Bobby in his carrier and told Jodi you’d be back. You walked to the library and heard Sam and Dean talking about the case. You heard Dean say “Sammy I think you should see if someone else is available to go with you. I don’t want to leave y/n yet. She just had twins and is still recovering. If I’m being honest I can’t stand the thought of not coming home to her and my kids”. You walked in and walked up to him cupping his face. “Dean Winchester, you are one of the best hunters I know. Don’t let the babies and I prevent you from doing your job. You and Sammy always have each other’s backs and I know you’ll come home to us. Jodi is staying with me and we will be fine. Go be the amazing hunter I know you are.” You kissed him. Dean stood up kissed you deeper and hugged you.

“I love you, sweetheart. If you’re sure I’ll go help with this case. If you’re not sure I’ll stay here.” Dean said holding you. “Dean, we knew we would still be hunting after the babies were born. We never talked about leaving the life. Until we make a decision either way, there are people who need you two. We will be fine. I’ll stay here with Jodi and our babies. We will work on research for you and you guys go get the bad guy.” You told him taking his hand.

A few hours later Dean and Sam were packed and ready to go. Dean was holding both babies and Sam walked up to you. “You better take care of him Sam, we need him back and we need you back.” You gave him a hug. “I promise we will both come back safely.” He said hugging you back. Jodi and Sam took one of the babies and you walked up to Dean to say your goodbyes. Dean looked so sad. “Hey, we will be okay. I promise. Jodi is amazing and I won’t be alone.” You said giving him a soft kiss. “I know, it’s just so hard to say goodbye and leave you three.” He said looking between you and the babies. “I know baby. You will be back before you know it.” You said reassuringly. Dean gave all of you one last hug and kiss before grabbing his back and heading to the garage. All of you were there to see the boys off. Before Dean put the Impala in drive he mouthed “I love you” and blew you a kiss. You smiled and whispered “I love you too, Dean. Come back to us”.

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Hey, Yep! Have you ever had writer's block? And if so, how did you break it?

Hey, Arty! 💜

Oh, definitely. 😅 No writer is safe from the dreaded state of "writer's block," but I do have some tactics I use to get through it...

5 Tips for Beating Writer's Block

Start plotting with an outline. ✍🏽

There are two kinds of writers, in my opinion:

Architects: writers who outline.

Adventurers: writers who freeform.

In most respects, I consider myself an Architect. My brain craves structure. So the way I beat writer's block while working on a project is by having a roadmap of what's going to happen next. That's thanks to my outline.

Even freeformers can develop some kind of pre-writing plan, whether that's creating a list of character bios, starting with the basic 3-Act triangle, or writing out a handful of bullet points to get you going.

For my personal process, I'll go from creating the basic premise/summary, to some loose bullet points of the story structure, to then fleshing out into full outlining of each chapter and scene, and finally drafting (and editing).

While I'm outlining, I'm also doing research and fact-checking as needed to get me through to the next scene and the next, until the end. My "roadmap" tends to be very detailed, so when I get to the drafting part, all I should have to reference is my outline.

Now, this doesn't mean that plot points won't change, or get switched around, or get chucked entirely. But if I have the blueprints of the house, I can change a window or a door, or even a whole support beam here and there, so to speak.

2. If I get stuck at any point during the outlining and/or drafting phase, I'll often go back and reread what I have already. 🧐

I'll edit and tweak as I do those readthroughs, whether it's my outline or drafted chapters. It freshens up the earlier scenes and plot points in my head.

In doing so, it'll hopefully unlock ways I can continue the later plot points, and even tie them back to things I'm setting up earlier in the narrative.

3. Revisit the thing that gave you inspiration in the first place! 🍿

Rewatch, reread, revisit the episode, movie, book, story, artwork that stroked your muse and had you daydreaming and brainstorming about the WIP you're working on. That can be a good way to revitalize you when you feel you're getting stuck on something in a plot point, or lacking motivation.

4. Create a music playlist. 🎶

I love doing this, especially for a series. I often create a playlist of songs that remind me of the setting, the characters, the overall story, or the romance I'm trying to create. Whether it's the words or the tone/rhythm that get me going, music inspires me greatly.

5. Go for a walk. ☀️

I walk for exercise, but it also gives me time to daydream and run through scenes in my head while vibing to my music (sometimes looking like a crazy person as I nod and make hand motions lmao).

This helps me clear my head, get some fresh air, then come back to my laptop with a little more pep in my brain, ready to pick up where I left off while writing. 👌🏽

Thank you so much for this question, @artyandink! (Sorry, meant to tag you when I originally posted.) I hope these ideas help you beat writer's block. 💕 Let me know if you have any additional questions!

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Flashlight

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Flashlight” by Hailee Steinfield.

Summary: Sometimes, family and friends are the people you look for even in the darkest times.

Warnings: Mentions of previous incident

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I'M BACK FOR A CHAPTER UPDATE!

I'm so sorry it took so long, I wasn't planning on a break, but because of my new job I've been busy. And I've been going through some things.

This story is almost finished, but I do plan on continuing Bradley and Aurora's story after this! Thank you so much for your support, for sticking by this story, and loving it as much as I do. 💜

Shoutout to @reginleight for editing this chapter, espeically now that she is also a working gal now. 😘

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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Aurora still hadn’t woken up. It had been three days since the bombing and she still was deep in her coma. The doctors said that her wounds had healed properly and that she should be waking up soon, but nothing had happened since.

She was transferred to a room out of the ICU since she wasn’t in critical condition anymore. All they were waiting for was for her to wake up.

The training for the mission had been postponed, especially since Maverick wasn’t in the right state of mind to train them as well as giving Coyote, Bob, and Phoenix a few days to rest.

Speaking of the rest of the squadron, they all had dropped by at least once a day to check in on Aurora, as well as Bradley and Peyton who spent most of their days at the hospital never wanting to leave her side.

Aurora’s NCIS team unfortunately had left to go back to DC, but not before exchanging numbers with the family so they would still receive updates on her condition. Ziva left the charm bracelet with Bradley, just as Aurora wanted.

He shed a few tears when receiving it because that had meant Aurora still thought of him even in her probably final moments. It broke his heart.

Today was the first day Maverick would be going back to base to talk to the Admirals, and training would be starting back up the next day.

At least, that’s what they had thought.

“What do you mean they took you off the mission?” Penny nearly shrieked at hearing the news.

Penny and Maverick were in Aurora’s hospital room. Peyton, Amelia, and Bradley had left to go home for a bit while Carole and Goose left to bring dinner to Penny and Maverick.

“It means I’m done, Penny. Officially. There’s nothing I can do!” Maverick sighs as he sits in his chair.

“But, what about Ice-”

“There’s nothing Ice can do.”

“So, what? You’re just going to give up?”

“What else can I do, Pen?”

“You fight! If you had lost your wingman, you’d keep fighting. Just like when Goose left.”

“Pen-”

“If anything happens to them, you’d never forgive yourself. You know that.”

Maverick exhales. “I don’t know how to fight anymore Pen. They told me that I should take this time to be with Aurora. Maybe the admirals are right.”

“You and I both know that they’re not. Aurora would hate that you just gave up!”

“She’s right.”

Penny and Maverick quickly turn to the bed that Aurora laid in, which was a sight they were used to.

Except this time, her eyes were open.

“Oh, Rory!” Penny exclaims, rushing to hug her daughter. Aurora grunts from the hug, as Maverick rushes to press the call button for a nurse.

Aurora coughs a bit before Penny hands her a cup of water that was on the table next to her. After taking a chug of her water, Penny gave her another big hug.

Soon, all the emotions hit Aurora and she began to cry.

“I’m so sorry mom, I’m sorry I-”

“Shhh, sweetie, it’s okay, you’re safe now. It’s okay,” Penny assures her. Maverick stood on the other side of Aurora so he could hold her hand.

“We were so worried, Rory, but when we heard what you did, we couldn’t be more proud of what you had done,” Maverick tearfully told her as he brushed her hair out of her face. “It was stupid, but we’re just glad you’re okay.”

Aurora’s eyes bore into her dad’s as it filled with tears. “I fought, dad, just like you wanted me to.”

“I know, princess, I know.”

Aurora took a few seconds before asking him the question that hit him hard. “So why aren’t you fighting to go back?”

Maverick breath hitches. “B–Because maybe it’s time to turn in the wings, Ro. I’m getting old, and I should be spending more time with you.”

“Screw what the admirals say!”

“Rory, language,” Penny warns her daughter.

“You have to keep fighting, because if you give up, you won’t forgive yourself for what happens on that mission. We’re Mitchell’s, it’s in our blood. We keep fighting, no matter what,” Aurora affirms.

Penny chuckles before kissing her daughter’s forehead. Maverick smiles, softly.

“I don’t even know what to do.”

“You’ll find a way, you always do,” Aurora smiles before she squeezes her dad’s hand. “Most likely, something illegal, but you’ll find a way.”

“Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell, don’t encourage your father!” Penny exclaims.

“Oh, please! I bet you he’s already thinking about it! It’s not like I told him to bomb the base or steal a plane!”

“Bomb jokes, really? This soon?” Penny gives her a worried look.

“Then you don’t want to hear any of the jokes Tony and I make when we’re on the field. We got head slaps from Gibbs so many times. I can feel one right now, it’s like Gibbs can tell I made a stupid joke,” Aurora winces, putting her hand on the back of her head as if Gibbs had just head slapped her. Penny rolls her eyes, as Maverick chuckles.

Soon a nurse comes by to take Aurora’s vitals, while Penny and Maverick leave so Aurora can have a bit of space. Penny rushes out to give Sarah a phone call, as Maverick calls Gibbs and the team about her being awake.

A few seconds after the call ended, Peyton, Amelia, and Bradley burst through the double swing doors that were used to enter the wing Aurora was staying at. Bradley was clutching a bouquet of flowers Maverick knew was meant for Aurora, as he liked to replace the flowers every day so Aurora would “wake up with a fresh bouquet” according to him.

Today, the flowers he had in his hand were pink carnations and white roses, symbolizing love and appreciation.

“S-she’s awake? The receptionist, they s-said, h-hold on, give me a second to breathe, I haven’t ran in s-so long,” Peyton bends over panting from running.

“Dude, we just ran from the front desk, which was not even that far,” Amelia gave him a deadpan look. Peyton ignores her and just keeps puffing out air.

“She’s awake?” Bradley looked hopeful at Maverick. Maverick smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, but right now she’s getting checked up on by the nurse, so we’ll wait until she’s done with the assessment. Wait, where’s Goose and Carole?”

“Here!” Goose bursts in dramatically through the double swing doors, holding a bag of takeout in his hands and almost hitting a nurse from the force of it, with Carole shaking her head behind him.

“Goose, careful!” Carole scolds him.

“It’s fine honey, if someone gets hurt, it’s all good because we’re already at a hospital!”

Carole sighs before turning to Maverick.

“We heard what happened. They pulled you out of the mission?”

“Wait, what?!” The trio of children exclaim at the news.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to figure it out,” Maverick reassures them.

The nurse soon walks out of Aurora’s room, saying that they were able to all visit her now. Everyone piled in, with Amelia and Peyton leading the group in, and were the first to hug Aurora.

Amelia and Peyton start tearing up, while Aurora holds them tightly.

To occupy himself, Bradley put the flowers he had in his hand in an empty vase that sat next to Aurora’s hospital bed side, as he already took the older flowers and left them at their house.

The dining table was filled with an older bouquet of flowers that Bradley had gotten for Aurora every day. Peyton complained when he started doing it because he kept sneezing from the amount of flowers, but he stopped complaining after day two.

Carole and Goose were the next ones to hug Aurora next, Carole telling her how worried she was, while Goose kept trying to get Carole to stop nagging her. Aurora soon laid eyes on Bradley, and she started tearing up.

Bradley took that as a sign to rush to his best friend’s side and hug her tightly.

“I’m sorry, B. I’m so sorry,” Aurora whispered.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” he shushes her, as he combs his hands through her hair. She sniffles and they separate from the hug.

“You gave us quite a big scare there little star,” Goose sniffles as he and Carole come to Aurora’s side.

“Sorry, Uncle Goose,” Aurora cringes, knowing she had worried her family and friends.

“We’re just glad you’re alright,” Carole assures her, brushing some of Aurora’s hair back in a motherly gesture.

“Your team had to leave, but I gave them a call and they’re all happy that you’re doing okay and awake,” Maverick told her.

“And,” Amelia spoke up. “They told us about the case.”

Aurora looks at her confused. “What case?”

“You know…the case about…your scars,” Peyton hesitantly tells her. Aurora pales at that and almost starts going into a panic attack if Bradley didn’t rush to hold her hand.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright. No one’s going to hurt you now,” he assures her. Aurora hesitantly looks up into Bradley’s eyes, her eyes filled with tears.

“You all know?”

“We all know now.”

Aurora’s lips quiver thinking back to that case, where she barely had escaped with her life if it wasn’t for her team finding her and saving her.

Amelia and Peyton rushed to Aurora’s side, not only to comfort their sister, but to let her know that they were always by her side. Aurora cries and keeps whispering ‘I’m sorry’ to them, to which they kept telling her it wasn’t her fault.

Aurora was awake, and physically okay. The demons of her past haunt her on her darkest days, but with her family by her side, she was going to be okay. Because they were her light in the dark of everything, her flashlight when she’s lost.

—

It was about two days since Aurora woke up and right now, she was sitting alone in her hospital room. She was to be discharged soon, and she was grateful for it.

The doctor told her that she just needed a few days of bed rest, and that she should be okay, after they took a few vitals and scans of her. She had a few visitors after she woke up, one of them being Lucille.

“I can’t believe you almost got blown to pieces!” Lucille first said when she stepped into Aurora’s room before launching into a hug.

“Luci, I can’t breathe. Too tight,” was all Aurora could breath out when Lucille latched onto her.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” Lucille lets her go before sitting next to her.

“Besides, it’s not like I could have stood there and done nothing. I had to save the hostages,” Aurora adds.

“And yet, you almost got blown up in the process. I know your job is dangerous, and you probably had gone through worse, but I really thought I lost you RoRo,” Lucille leans on Aurora’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Luci. I promise, you’re not losing me anytime soon.”

“Good, because you owe me donuts for what you put me through.”

Aurora chuckles, before also leaning on Lucille. “Deal.”

And when she didn’t have any visitors, she was able to video call Gibbs and the team.

“We’re so glad you’re doing alright!” Abby exclaims as she smiles at Aurora.

The team had video called her from the NCIS HQ bullpen, and Aurora stares wistfully at the background, missing her old office space.

“Did you hear about the award ceremony that’s going to be happening in a few months?” McGee asks Aurora. Aurora looks at him confused.

“Award ceremony?”

“Director Vance is awarding you the Navy Distinguished Civilian Service Award for your service at NCIS as well as the actions during the bombing case.”

Aurora stares at them. “What?”

“You saved a lot of Navy dependents, plus your work at NCIS. Director wanted to-”

“But I couldn’t save Adam Lewis,” Aurora interrupts. She couldn’t save him, she didn’t believe she should earn an award.

“Artemis, there’s nothing you could have done. He entered that coffee shop knowing his end game was to kill himself,” Ziva assures her.

“I still could have done something.” Aurora whispers, as a tear falls down her cheek.

“Rule #11.” Gibbs reminds her.

“Gibbs,” Aurora pleads.

“Artemis.”

Aurora bites the inside of her cheek before answering him, “‘When the job is done, walk away.’”

“We’re all glad you’re doing alright kiddo, but you need to walk away from the case. It’s done, it’s closed. You need to focus on yourself now.”

Aurora sighs, before nodding about what he said. Abby and Ziva soon start gossiping about what she had missed, with McGee and Tony joining in as Gibbs leaves them to chat.

She had another visitor that she was expecting, which was Jake Seresin.

“I was so worried. You scared us all half to death,” Jake ruffled her hair, and sat down next to her. Aurora had full mobility of everything, so she sat upright in her hospital bed.

“It wasn’t like that was my intention. I had to do my job.”

“Well, your job sucks.”

“My job also happened to save your life, remember?”

“Like you’ll ever let me forget.”

A lull hits in their conversation before Aurora speaks up.

“Have you talked to Peyton?”

Jake shakes his head. “Not really. I think he’s a bit mad at me for knowing about what happened to you and your PTSD before even he did.”

“He’ll get over it. I’m talking about you and him.

“There is no us, Rory. he’s made that very clear.”

“No, what he’s made clear is that he doesn’t want to go through heartbreak again if you’re just going to leave him how you always leave your wingman, hanging,” Aurora insists.

“Ro-”

“Jake, I nearly died. Life is too precious to waste, if you love him, what’s holding you back?”

“I-I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You’re hurting him now by not saying anything. What happens when you both go on the mission? What happens if you don't come back? You really want the last words you ever said to him to be something in passing?”

Jake looked at Aurora. This mission was already something he was nervous for, and now that Maverick was taken off as instructor, the parameters of the mission, although possible, probably would not work if they didn’t stick to the ones Maverick had set for them. They needed Maverick, whether the Admirals liked it or not.

“Just tell him, Jake. It would do you both a lot of good. And maybe he’d stop complaining so much about you,” Aurora snickers.

“We’ll see Ro,” was all Jake could promise her. “Maybe I’ll talk to him after the mission, or maybe even when they tell us who’s flying the mission. I guess we’ll just have to see.”

“When do they decide who’s flying the mission?”

“In 2 days, the day before we leave.”

It was already the next day, which means they will be deciding who flies the mission tomorrow, making Aurora feel even antsier.

From what Maverick had told her, he was going to try and win back his place at Top Gun today, but what was the plan? She had no idea.

Soon she heard running in the hallway and they stopped at her doorway, it was Peyton and Amelia.

“Dad stole an F-18!” Peyton exclaims as he catches his breath.

“HE DID WHAT?!”

“You should have seen him, Ro! He flew through the course like it was a breeze! It was so awesome!”

“Wait, can you go back to the part where he stole an F-18?!”

“Well, not stole, per-se. More like borrowed to prove to the admirals that they couldn’t just kick him off the mission.”

“And?”

“And now he's the team leader!” Amelia exclaims as she sat next to Aurora in the hospital bed.

Aurora’s jaw dropped.”What?!”

Peyton smirks. “My reaction too.”

“I was joking about him stealing an aircraft, but I didn’t know he’d actually do it,” Aurora shook her head, chuckling. Then she realizes her parents were nowhere to be seen.

“So wait, where’s dad now?”

“With mom. They wanted some ‘alone’ time together, as if we don’t know what that means,” Amelia tells her, making air quotes on the words alone.

Peyton and Aurora grimace at the thought of what Amelia was insinuating. But soon Aurora smiles.

“Mom and dad are together…again.”

“We all knew it was going to happen eventually,” Amelia smirks.

“Yeah, but now, it’s real. Like something about right now feels like it’s going to be “it” this time, you know?”

Peyton nods. “Yeah, I’m glad they finally came to their senses.”

“Which means, since dad or mom isn’t here, we are in charge of getting you home.”

Aurora pales. “Uh, I don’t know if I like that.”

“Oh c’mon, we’ll get some tacos on the way home and Amelia can sleepover!” Peyton assures her.

“Okay, that does sound good.”

“And, we can even let Amelia drive!”

“Yeah!” “No!”

Amelia looked sad as her sister shot down the idea.

“But, I need practice,” Amelia whines.

“Ami, when you get your permit, and when I’m not coming from the hospital, you can drive. But for now, we’re going to have to suffer through Pey’s driving.”

“What’s wrong with my driving?!”

“Let’s just say, I’m so glad you didn’t become a pilot with your driving skills, you would be a danger in the skies.”

Peyton scoffs before looking to Amelia for support, but she nods along at Aurora’s statement.

He rolls his eyes before he goes to sign the papers releasing Aurora while Amelia helped her sister get her things together as there were quite a few things people had sent and brought Aurora while she was in the hospital.

Aurora pauses packing staring at today’s bouquet of flowers, provided by Bradley of course. Today they were pink and red roses. She smiled as she touched the delicate petals.

Pink and red, colors that symbolized both Aurora and Bradley, Aurora being pink, and Bradley being red, which also suited him since they were also his helmet colors. She also knew it symbolized love and affection.

“Bradley got so many bouquets of flowers, they’re all waiting for you at home. He didn’t throw any out and he would bring a fresh one every day he came to visit. All meticulously picked out by him,” Amelia interrupts her thoughts as Aurora looks over to her sister who was smiling at her.

“He was really worried about you, Rory.” Amelia continues. “I mean, we all were, but Bradley was distraught. Your boss had to give him a talking to. I don’t think I ever saw Bradley that terrified and scared, even when Auntie Carole got cancer. He truly loves you.”

“I know,” Aurora gives her a small smile before turning back to the bouquet of flowers.

“So, what’s holding you back now? I mean, you should tell him. I overheard what you and Jake were talking about. It seems like it’s time for you to take your own advice. Before it’s too late.”

Aurora stares out the window. “You’re right, Ames.”

Her being in a coma definitely changed everything for her. It made her think about what she could have lost if something did happen to her. She didn’t want to live her life full of regrets anymore. She was ready to leave her past behind.

She was ready to move on and tell Bradley everything.

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epickiya722 · 1 year

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💜🌙🐇👊💚

Okay, folks, today I decided to bother you with my thoughts about my #1 favorites Rumi Usagiyama and Izuku Midoriya, AKA Miruko and Deku. Specifically, how they're similar.

Now, if you've been following me for some time, you've probably seen the posts I have already written before about them being similar. This post is just a more organized collection of those posts with a few added things.

Here are the links though of those posts if you're interested!

🐇 First I Talked About Their Similarities

🐇 The Rabbit Duo

🐇 There's 3 of Them

This is also NOT a ship post for these two. I am very quick to block anybody who reblogs this post as such.

I hate them together romantically. They're my "big sister, little brother" duo.

Without further ado, let's move forward and discuss these similarities.

First!

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE!!

I know, I know. At first glance they share nothing alike, obviously. But I need you to open your eyes here. Just listen, listen.

Both Miruko and Midoriya are pint-sized powerhouses when compared to everyone else around them. Both are considerably short, have scars and pack muscle. Both even started off with no muscle when start their journeys into Hero-hood.

Costumes! Oh, yes! Their costumes share some similarities! The base colors are their signature colors (white - Miruko, green - Midoriya).

There's also the fact they both wear white/light colored gloves which are very important to their character. Miruko has been wearing hers since her middle school days (check out Vigilantes). Midoriya’s gloves' importance is obvious, they're important tools for his skill set. Hands symbolism, you know.

Accessories! Both wear something around their neck. Miruko wears has a tuft of fur around her neck. Midoriya has a breathing mask that is most of the time around his neck. They also wear armor pieces, including on their feet. They also have a thing for thigh-highs. SPOILER! Both even acquire new support gear for their arms. (EDIT: *deep sigh* When you're caught up with the manga...)

SKILL SET/FIGHTING STYLES!!

This is mad nuts to me that even though Midoriya switched to kicking more because of Iida (if I'm remembering right), his kick style comes off more Miruko. They share kicking in their move set. Hell, can even break through walls with kicks. (Miruko being able to do it just out of raw power is amazing to me. Why is she just #5 again?)

Of course, there's also the fact they both rely on speed and strength.

It doesn't just stop there. They're both very analytical in battle. Miruko was able to figure out that the High End Nomu relied on long range attacks. Before that, just by listening, she figured out that Dr. Garaki was getting antsy about something and sure enough she was right. With Midoriya, we see it almost every single time.

RABBIT THEMED

With Miruko, it is very obvious. So I'm sure I don't have to explain anything. With Midoriya, I'll clear it up!

His costume has rabbit ear-like protrusions attached on the hood, he does the hopping and the jumping.

There's also the behavior. Rabbits are very cute, they look defenseless. But they're also very active and willing to put up a fight if they have to in danger. Rabbits can get destructive, as both Miruko and Midoriya do. Rabbits are also timid. Midoriya started off as timid and it's still present, just lessens as the story goes on.

PERSONALITIES & ACTIONS

Since the topic was touched on, yeah, they have similar personality traits. I know someone is gonna go "but Miruko is just like Bakugou", which yeah is true. But so is Midoriya.

Both Miruko and Midoriya are stubborn and hard-headed as hell. They tend to land themselves in situations they choose to put themselves in. Miruko choose to involve herself in a lot of fights during her middle school to high school years. She is also the same hero to come to Endeavor and Hawks' aid. That was a choice. Mind you, same hero that doesn't like teamwork, yet doesn't mind lending a hand when needed. Even during her time as a student, she still cooperated with O'Clock and Rappa during the Underground Fight Arc. Midoriya is the same way. He could have not gone after Iida when he confronted Stain. He could have not gone after Kota. But he choose to. Both choose to take action, even when it's risky, because it's what a hero would do to save someone. Whether you want to admit it or not for Miruko, she isn't a heartless person. She takes her duty as a Pro Hero seriously. If someone needs saving, she's hopping there. Same for Midoriya.

With that, once they're in those situations, someone is always there to tell them to step out, but they don't. In battles they fought in, even battered and bruised to the point they should opt out, they still insist on fighting. They don't care that they're bleeding or their arms are beyond functional, they get reckless, they still want to keep going. Again, they're hard-headed, but with good intentions. They want to get the job done. They want to make sure everyone is safe before they can rest.

They tend to also go in fights alone! As much as they are willing to work with others, these two throw caution out the window and head into the danger while thinking "Me, Myself and I". But not for selfish reasons! Here's the thing with Miruko. She isn't the type of person to care about fame. She isn't. She just wants to prove she can pull her own weight, that she is strong. (I go into details about in a theory post here.) That is the same case for Midoriya. And it lies as a problem for him. The Vigilante Deku Arc is a prime example of this.

OTHER SIMILARITIES!!

Their middle school years is where it all starts for them. Miruko had begun to be recognized as a fighter during her time in middle school where she would often get into trouble for fighting. She eventually got expelled from her middle school and for a while there was no word of her until her high school years where she is attending a hero school. (Check out this other theory post!) For Midoriya, that's when his hero journey starts. We all know the story. All Might, the Sludge Villain, getting OFA.

AFO wanted/wants to take their quirks. That's right. AFO wants to get OFA from Midoriya. During Miruko's high school years, AFO attempted to take her quirk. He actually was watching an Underground fight to steal quirks, but he opted out because it was getting bored. Then, Miruko (Tiger Bunny at the time) arrived on the scene and he was just "Oh, never mind, I'll take her quirk".

They have the same blood type, O.

They're also water signs. Miruko is a Pisces (March 1st) and Midoriya is a Cancer (July 15th).

Both got Yuki Hayashi's Revengers played over their fight scenes in season 6.

That's all I really have for now. I probably left out a few things, but I did link some posts for you to check out if there's more you want to read!

#just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #miruko #mirko #team rabbit #I'M SHIFTING INTO MIRUKO FANGIRL MODE #it's appreciate midoriya hours folks!!#💚🐇👊#💜🐇🌙

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luchicm04 · 6 months

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Gallery

A place to put all my fanarts and videos I've ever made��

Most of them are some years old, so I figured I'd also post them here. Sorry for the low quality ^w^

If you like them, feel free to support me on Tiktok as @luciacm83, or on Instagram as @plk_8398. That's where I'm posting them.

(Gallery Part 2)

EDITS

Edit 1 - You're a loser, baby☔

Edit 2 - Try🤝💝

Edit 3 - Obsession💚💙💜

Edit 4 - Lady let's go💃🕺

Edit 5 - Arabian nights✨🌵

Edit 6 - 紅蓮の弓矢, "Guren no Yumiya"⚔️🩸

Edit 7 - MLB: Transformation Theme🐞🐈‍⬛

Edit 8 - She's homeless🍊💸

Edit 9 - Dumb Dumb💜🐾

Edit 10 - Magnetic🩷🤍

Edit 11 - E.T. 🎵🌟

Edit 12 - Run boy run⌛🍃

Edit 13 - Heart attack💝🎍

Edit 14 - The bidding🔄️💭

Edit 15 - Paradise🔪💛

Edit 16 - Gangnam Style🪩🕺

Edit 17 - World's Smallest Violin🍜

Edit 18 - Danza Kuduro🕷️

Edit 19 - It's Been So Long👩‍🍼🩷

Edit 20 - Waiting for love🌍💞

Edit 21 - Nothing breaks like a heart🔥⌛

Edit 22 - Kings & Queens👑

Edit 23 - Locked out of heaven🌺

Edit 24 - Clocks🗓️🤝

Edit 25 - Symphony🤝💕 - PT. 1 || PT. 2

[...]

FANARTS

Fanart 1 - "She's just there. Like a word about to be spoken..."

Fanart 2 - 🌸💜🍡

Fanart 3 - …Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

Fanart 4 - "Don't waste your breath. Costumes? Check. On the scene? Check. That makes us heroes!"

Fanart 5 - "Even if I lose my memories, my body will remember that anger that will not leave me until I die."

Fanart 6 - 💚🩷❤️

Fanart 7 - senju tobirama - nidaime hokage

Fanart 8 - tonowari - olo'eyktan of the metkayina

Fanart 9 - Studio Ghibli - All Animated Movies

Fanart 10 - hokage - naruto / naruto shippuden

Fanart 11 - Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Theory: Ollie

Fanart 12 - gems - steven universe

Fanart 13 - Cartoon fanarts - PT. 1 || PT. 2

Fanart 14 - 2001 vs 2023

Fanart 15 - ⋆⁺₊⋆💔⋆⁺₊⋆

Fanart 16 - Butterfly family - queens of Mewni.

Fanart 17 - "Any minute now."

Fanart 18 - LGBT couples icons - PT. 1 || PT. 2 || PT. 3 || PT. 4

Fanart 19 - My Pokémon Challenges - PT. 1 || PT. 2 || PT. 3 || PT. 4 || PT. 5 || PT. 6

Fanart 20 - aroace icons - PT. 1 || PT. 2 || PT. 3 || PT. 4 || PT. 5 || PT. 6

Fanart 21 - "It's what you would call The Boredom..."

Fanart 22 - Avatar LGTB flag

Fanart 23 - If I were a Pokémon gym leader...

Fanart 24 - emotions - inside out / inside out 2

Fanart 25 - No thoughts. Just... Pandora

Fanart 26 - "Are there any dead bodies up there?"

Fanart 27 - AFoP is... - PT. 1 || PT. 2 || PT. 3 || PT. 4 || PT. 5 || PT. 6 || PT. 7

[...]

MEMES

Meme 1 - To be continued...🔚

Meme 2 - It has to be a circle⭕

Meme 3 - Pista de contraseña: hijo favorito // Password clue: favorite child 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Meme 4 - Cat Hoodie😻

Meme 5 - LitF memes

Meme 6 - Cartoon memes

Meme 7 - What color are my eyes?

Meme 8 - Edgy smile❤️🖤

Meme 9 - Poison💟💥

Meme 10 - Ayanami Rei🩵

Meme 11 - "Even you can become a Crawly Wizard with the right garments!"

Meme 12 - Sully kids🩵💙

Meme 13 - "Look at HER hair!"

Meme 14 - A year and a half left...

Meme 15 - Rude hackers

Meme 16 - Hazbin Hotel Cursed

Meme 17 - Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan✨

[...]

GIFS

Gif 1 - Inside Out 2 ❃ ENNUI

Gif 2 - Inside Out 2 ❃ SADNESS & EMBARRASSMENT

Gif 3 - Inside Out 2 ❃ JOY & ANXIETY

Gif 4 - We love our kids just the way the are

[...]

COVERS

Cover 1: 森の中での損失

Cover 2: 目は独自の言語を持っています

Cover 3: 目は独自の言語を持っています · V2

Cover 4: Oe yerik ulte pivängkxo lu sasyä

Cover 5: Oe yerik ulte pivängkxo lu sasyä · V2

[...]

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redflemmefoxy · 11 months

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Allow me to share my humble opinion of actfl

🦊Spoilers ahead🍎

Honestly I sobbed so much during the whole book:

💜 Evajacks reunion got me like:

💜Jacks pov were pure emotional damage and I absolutely digged it

💜Nothing could beat the phoenix three scene

🍎I just loved the romance, the angst, the pining, the ending for Evajacks. I was surprised to see people who weren't fan of Jacks pov - the way they were one of the best imo.

🍎We did get crumbs of his past, I actually was satisfied with that especially when you know he did it so castor/chaos wouldn't be alone🥺

🍎Honestly for me it was enough when it comes to backstory, we also learnt how strong Jacks feelings for Eva were. When I tell you the man did everything so that she would be safe even if it means he would never feel anything by burning his heart (literary) 😭

🍎Jacks was absolute menace in this book😂, I absolutely loved every time he made Apollo nervous even when he wasn't there. Him breaking Apollo nose was💯

🦊I absolutely loved Evangeline in this book, she annoyed me a little at the start of tbona as she was stubborn. But here she proved she has changed and learnt for her mistakes, heck she even had an amazing character development. I loved how confident she was even without her memories, she was strong🔥

🦊I loved when she slapped Apollo 10/10 moment (it reminded of Rosaline slapping Romeo in go away Romeo, great webtoon btw)

🦊🍎I am so glad they got their happily ever after, they way I was worried they wouldn't. Each time I was scared for them, they really deserved it🥺❤️

🤡Apollo, oh god he was such a clown from the start to finish. I actually found his povs interesting tbh, he really lost himself somewhere in the way. I actually had a good laugh when his plans failed, at the same time at times he was kinda psycho and scary. Overall not bad villain essence

🐉Okay but Lala was so cool, she had brief appearance but I loved all the scenes with her. Her and Eva going on a trip to retrieve Jacks heart was fire🔥

🐉Lala and Castor ??? Unexpected but not unwelcome, actually a spin-off of their story would be lit like the tension😳. Also I think Lala's story as the Unwed Bride would be interesting to explore

🐉Which leads me to a question of besties going on trips are need and don't get me wrong partners to lovers or enemies to lovers on a quest are my jam. But we need more bffs going on quests😍

💜Aurora was absolutely evil, now it was shocking to learn she was the reason for Jacks curse, but honestly I didn't mean it. Like she was the ultimate mean girl. I hope we will see more of the Valors.

🍎🤔Now we didn't get the apple lore, although I read somewhere that apples were used to calm Jacks urges, so I guess it makes sense. Perhaps we will learn more in the owlcrate alternative ending

💘The alternative endings were such a gems, a pity there are not part of the main story (btw they can be found in tumblr, the only missing one is from the owlcrate edition)

Overall, it was such a painful beautiful and fun ride. I enjoyed it a lot, I am looking forward to Stephan Garber's next books🥰

#a curse for true love #acftl #evangeline x jacks #acftl spoilers #once upon a broken heart #the ballad of never after #evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks of the hollow #prince of hearts #ariel merrywood LaLa #castor valor #chaos

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 16 days

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Fic Writer Q&A

Tagged by @geneticcatalyst, thank you! 💜💜💜

How many wips do you have currently?

Oh my god, so many. There's "and found," which is the MLC fic I'm currently posting, I have two pieces nearing completion for the Path of the Dinosaurs zine, the WangXian and XiYao interludes for the ghost story AU...um, what else. Then of course there are a bunch of side/post-stories for "Equilateral" that I have partially written, and a time travel/transmigration thing about Meng Yao, and a couple of attempts at Scum Villain fic. There's a WenZhou ghost story that I'm rather stuck on, a Qi Ye college AU that I thought I'd started writing down but apparently didn't? Or I can't find the file? Bit annoyed about that, I'd looked up a snake for it and everything. I have a start for something in the Transformers fan continuity that @rudojudo and I are working on together--the continuity is for the moment named "Transformers: Pilgrimage," the story has no title--that I ought to get back to.

It's. I have a lot of WIPs. I'm a mess.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

For some reason, the ghost AU interludes. Fully stuck on those. I suppose it's because they're meant to be quieter and happier, giving everyone a break, when the mood for the series as a whole is so tense.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Often like frustration, if work is busy and I can't immediately turn to my personal computer and start jamming. If I do have the time, though, and inspiration is really striking, what it looks like is "I have finished this fic in two days flat and it's gotten to the point where I'm driving my partner and child up a wall because I can't think about anything else." I've gotten better about remembering to eat, though!

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

No, not at all--I have one big playlist of songs and another, slightly smaller playlist of instrumental tracks, and I just listen to those for everything. Occasionally I'll make a playlist for a fic after it's written, but almost never during, because the process of playlist creation itself tends to be fairly similar to the process of actually writing the fic for me, so I don't want to divert that energy when I've got a story to get out. If I'm really desperate to concentrate I put on Bach's Art of Fugue, or a Cocteau Twins album.

EDIT: oh wait I do have one but it's. Like. It's not a playlist, it's for the WenZhou ghost story thing, Wen Kexing is working at least partially as a nightclub singer, so I had to work out his setlist for the first scene of the story. That's kind of a different thing but it seemed relevant.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

I prefer to be organized, but I can and do write things down as I think of them--often in a special section of a story file reserved for snippets, which is also where I put scenes or moment that I have to cut.

And I will tag, hm, @materassassino @acernor @redundare and @giraffeter.

#dangerous communist propaganda #let's talk about writing #thank you for tagging me! this was so fun!

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @winterandwords to uh... talk about a WIP I guess? :D

I'll pass on this tag toooo... @starlit-hopes-and-dreams (as always <3) but I'm not sure who else, so if you feel like talking about a WIP, consider this an open tag.

Oh boy, which to pick. There are currently only 2 projects where the P in WIP actually stands for "progress" (for the others it stands for "procrastination".)

I think I'm gonna pick Till Death. It is the one I am currently obsessed with, and the only one I am writing, not editing.

Here's the blurb:

Finnian is a wandering healer down on his luck. When one of his patients dies, the village turns against him, beating him half to death and leaving him for thirst and scavengers to finish what they started.

Eilis lives deep in the forest, hiding from the world. When she finds him, impaled on a tree and barely alive, she can‘t leave him to his fate, even if it means upending the peaceful life she has built for herself.

As Finnian slowly recovers, days filled with quiet companionship make the prospect of him staying less daunting than either of them had expected. But he carries too many scars, and Eilis too many secrets, threatening to destroy their fragile relationship as the shadows of the past draw closer. When everything falls apart, will they save each other, or will the price be too high?

You see, in April I finished the last chapter of all my ongoing stories, which left me in a very weird mood. For 1,5 years I always had something to work on, and suddenly, there was nothing started. Sure, I had a few outlines, but nothing really called to me, with the added problem that for those, I have to figure out bullshit like politics. I needed something new. New chars I didn't know yet, a fresh story - and 🌟violence🌟 :)

I've been talking about wanting more gore with happy end, but sadly, existing OCs are so fragile, I can't even break all their bones without them dying 🙄 So it was time to fuck up another healer.

For a few weeks, I threw concepts against a wall like cooked spaghetti, grabbed whatever stuck, and then I just started. It's the first time in a year that I actually write a story without posting as I go. I can leave a little note "this sounds weird, fix later" or remember "shit, I forgot this injury" or change a name halfway in. I know. That's how a draft is supposed to work 😅

I'm at over 60k words, and it's looking good. There's a few 'first times' for me, a lot of things I love and a lot of things I am excited about. I have a rough outline of events still to happen that leaves me enough freedom to go wild. And wild I go; half of the scenes are gratuitous pain and suffering, and there will be more - but it's also a story of love and finding a place to belong. Which brings me to the next point:

I'm tired. Tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. Of having no genre and being "just whump" because it fits nowhere else. Of being "not enough whump" while still finding myself on every squick list.

So this one's written for a target audience of some very close friends - a target audience for which I don't have to write CWs at the top of each chapter, a target audience who doesn't grow bored at the first calm moment, a target audience who will call me a bitch while asking for more pain.

I love you, pocket friends 💜

Here's the start of the book (unedited, rip):

Finnian hated dealing with sick people.

Considering the fact that he earned his money with healing, that was rather unfortunate. If he didn’t want to starve to death, he had to grit his teeth and ignore the stench of sweat and blood while taking care of coughs and aches and fever.

Sometimes, he wished he had learned something else after it had become clear that this wasn’t the right profession for him. Then he wouldn’t be sitting here, explaining to a grown ass woman that when he had told her to keep the wound clean, that included keeping the bandages away from dirty water. And that yes, it fucking hurt, because now it was infected, and if she didn’t plan on losing a finger or two, she’d better keep her hand dry and clean this time. And that perhaps, just perhaps, that was a bit more important than cleaning the windows.

Unfortunately, he had not learned anything else, so he left the house half an hour later with barely enough coins in his pocket to make up for the supplies he had used. Most roots and herbs he could gather himself, but bandages and tinctures didn’t grow on trees.

#salad-tag #WIP Wednesday #wip: till death #not in the best place lately can you tell #it's too warm i am ~stressed~#and between staff changes and uh general focus on this site #it's all just very discouraging

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thepocket221 · 2 years

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Can you do Lorelai Blyndeff on a date with her s/o?

GASP THATS CUTE ACTUALLY OMG

edit: it kept deleting parts of fic so i’m getting rid of the cut! LONG POST WOOOO

On a Date with Lorelai Blyndeff!

🐰🫧💖💜

For her, the destination for your date was just a hop, skip, and a jump. However, you lived further away, so you had to resort to taking the bus. It didn’t help that it was fairly loud and really, really gross.. and that it was a bit behind schedule. Not only yours, but the entire bus times were 5 minutes behind! It began to eat at you; the thought that your significant other might think you’re standing her up! You quickly pull your phone out to reassure her that you would in fact be there! Despite your frantic frenzy to text your girlfriend, your attention had been brought to the the slowing down of the very long vehicle. Okay, this had to be your stop…

It was.

Your unfinished text was shut off with your phone and shoved into your pocket as you scurried off the bus, thanking the bus driver as you left.

It was a little ways off from where you wanted, but you know, running is and option.

An option you didn’t hesitate in making!

You bolted down the sidewalk to your girlfriend, Lorelai Blyndeff, who was looking at her phone; her mannerisms were rather worried.

“L-LORI!!” You yelled with the small amount of breath you had left. Okay, maybe running wasn’t the best option; could have thought that one out more, huh..

Her melancholy body language immediately changed as she quickly turned around, “UGH!! What took you so long!” She pouted playfully only to stumble backwards when you quite literally jumped into her arms. She gave you a lovingly-aggressive hug back.

“hEY-” she nearly pushed the little wind left whilst picking you up and spinning the two of you on the ball of her foot, “some of us don’t live conveniently around the corner from cute shops, LORI.” you teased back as she let your feet touch the floor again. Was she always that strong?? The thought itched the back of your mind.

“Plus, the bus was running late. I tried to text you but I got here as soon as I was about to send it.” You mentioned.

“OH” her shocked demeanor became more known, “Not gonna lie, when I saw how long you were typing, I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“NO!!!?!?!” you huffed, remembering how out of breath you were, “I was [GASP] running here.”

“I could not tell lol.” She teased.

Upon recollecting yourself and your ability to breathe, you were able to take in her full outfit. ‘Oh, she actually went through with it.’ you thought in a positive connotation. She was cosplaying a rather familiar-looking bunny. The way she perfectly styled her hair to look like bunny ears was adorable; she was so creative!

“God, you’re so pretty!” You gushed at your lovely gal pal.

The lovely little Lori in question put a hand on her cheek, twirled her hair, and averted her eyes from you to in her blushy state, “Pfft, aww thanks!” With the same hand that was on her cheek, she removed from there only to make a playful shooing motion at you.

“Anywho, before my little sister bursts a blood vessel because I’m not at work (when i have the day off by the way) let’s go in! I’ve been dying to go here with you!!” Her annoyed tone at the mention of her sister was whisked away as she took your hand and brought you into the café.

The amount of days Lorelai “had off” were very concerning.. Especially considering her family’s financial situation. But if she wanted to spend them with you? You could let the malpractice slide for now.

As soon as the two of you had entered the shop, the little treats, drinks, and various merchandise that seemingly littered the many shelves in a rather hurried-decorative manner had her mesmerized. You too of course, but you were more focused on her lovely flabbergasted expression. She absolutely loved everything she was taking in, even if it was extremely overpriced!

What mainly caught your attention though, was an adorable bunny backpack. It was small in size but oh-so-very-soft to the touch! It wasn’t really Lori’s favorite color, but there’s nothing dye can’t fix! But if you wanted to get it for her, it wouldn’t be today. You can’t just buy a present for someone when they’re in the same store as you! How do you hide that?

Aside from that matter, there was quite a more pressing one at hand: who’s paying for what?

“So uh,,” you piped up, “sorry to ask again, but were you paying for the drinks or was I? I mean, I don’t mind! I just wasted to make sure-”

“Chill, sweet thing. You can pay for yourself, don’t worry about me!” She pointed her thumb back at herself in her usual, overly-confident manor, “My dad slipped me some extra cash, so I could even pay for you!” she grinned.

You wanted to question how Martin was allowed to have any sort of “extra money”, but hey, if Lori was happy, you could let it slide for now.

“Not to mention my 20% discount on food and drink!” Her thumbs quickly turned to a finger gun which she pointed at you! And she winked! Ooh, sassy!

You let out a giggle, “Hehe, alrighty.”

——

The drinks you two had ordered were absolutely scrummy! Just cram-jam full of flavor! Not to mention the chips she had bought were to die for! This place was definitely worth the wait.

“This was a lot of fun!” you began, giving a little kiss to your girlfriend, “Even if it were for a short time, I’m glad i got to spend it with you, Lori.”

The sincerity of your words cut through her heart as she looked at you with dumb tears appearing in the corner of her eye, “Aww, really?” Did she not hear that enough??

“Yeah of course!” You hugged her.

The hug lasted a bit longer than you expected. You didn’t mind of course, you loved your girlfriend and wanted her to feel loved too.

When the two of yo let go of each other, a rather suspicious noise came from behind your back.

‘Shit.’ You thought, ‘Maybe she didn’t hear tha-

“Oh? Did you buy something else?” She gave you a skeptical glance, trying to see what was behind you.

“O-OH- No..! Just the,” what could you possibly make up on the fly that she would totally believe, “The fake plant….?” Nailed it.

“Babe.” Her skepticism turned to a harsh-looking dead pan stare, “Babe, now you have to show me. That was so bad.!” She laughed.

Dammit.

“Okay yeah, that’s fair.” You easily gave up. I mean, you were going to give this to her anyways—just not in its current condition— so it’s not like this is really spoiling any big surprise.

When Lorelai had mentioned they would be going back outside due to the crowd forming, you saw your opportunity! You stated you were going to look around a bit more and that you would meet her on the bench with all of the fake, decorative plants on it. She slipped you a kiss and agreed. Once she had left, you rushed to the bunny plush-shaped backpack and almost slammed it on the counter, “How much for this?” You quickly questioned the cashier. They said 45$, you said sure, and now here you are, the surprise spoiled for you significant other. Darn packaging!!

Nonetheless, youu obliged with her request and brought forth the very crinkly bag, “You can go ahead and open it. I was gonna keep it a surprise until Valentine’s Day, but since I kinda ruined it..” You shrugged with a slightly embarrassed giggled while handing Lorelai the bag.

She took it and immediately looked inside. Her gasp made her sound like the was having a heart attack, and it didn’t help that she dropped the bag. Her agape mouth trembled with glee as her hands began to shake, “OMG BABE YOU DIDN’T!!!?!??!” She quickly picked the bag back up to only pull out another bag! But this was not just any bag! It was the cute little bunny backpack!

“I LITERALLY- OMG I-“ HER EXCITEMENT CANNOT BE CONTAINED!! She hastily grabbed you by your shirt’s collar and pulled you in for a quick yet genuine kiss on the lips. It only lasted a second, but holy balls did it feel like an eternity went by when she did, “I LOVE IT!!!!” She squeezed it.

“Really? I thought-”

“WHATEVER YOU THOUGHT IS COOL AND ALL BUT I WILL LOVE AND CHERISH THIS FOREVER OMG I LOVE YOU!!!” Man she really did like bunnies, huh.

You giggled as you managed to find one of her hands and slipped it into your own, “I’m glad, Lori.” You kissed her hand.

Today was a good day.

#glenn moment #requesting glenn #thank you anon!#pocketful fics #lorelai blyndeff #ee lorelai #epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #lorelai x reader #lorelainbacker blyndeff #lorelainbacker blyndeff x reader #prison of plastic #ee prison of plastic #epithet erased prison of plastic #x reader #i’ve never actually watched nor read beaststars #it was honestly just for the fact that there was bunny character and i think lori would be a beaststars fan #lorelai epithet erased #lorelai furry era🫶

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where-pain-is-so-pretty · 2 years

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December Project 09

- The Boy In The Black Dress

Pairing: Joonas x Reader

Category: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Angst, Self-Hatred, Homophobia, implied/referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Bullying

Word Count: 1847

Request:

"Hello again this can be for the December thing. Joonas reaction to you ( partner) staring to quite drastically change how they look due to people not believing that they are a good fit. The partner being the complete opposite of joonas in style and how they are???? You can either make it into fluff/angst/smut. What ever you feel like ❤❤"

Requester: @biancathecool

Note: I loved the request so much you have no idea! I rewrote the story about 3x and originally didn’t want to make it into something so personal, it just happened 😔❤️‍🩹

I’m actually a bit sorry for hijacking your request to cope with some of my own struggles, but I needed that 🥺😅

Hope you still enjoy! 💜

~ male reader ~

Tears streamed down your face as you scrolled through the comment section of your boyfriend's latest post. Only days ago you had decided to make your relationship public. You had been with him for almost a year now. And he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

The photo he posted showed the two of you, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek. You stood in front of him, happily smiling wearing a plain black dress, phone in hand to take a photo of your reflection. It was shot a few months back, in the dressing room before their show, you two wore matching make-up and nail polish. The caption simply read: "My love 🖤"

There was nothing wrong with the photo itself, but with you, at least that was what people made you believe. You were a guy, wearing a dress, make-up, and nail polish. And for some reason, it was okay that Joonas and the guys wore make-up and nail polish themselves, but it was not for their partners, at least not if they were male. It should not be that much of a problem in 2022, but it was. The comments under his post went from insults, like "faggots" to "He should have chosen a girl instead". And these were nothing compared to the disturbing headlines going through the finish rainbow press ever since you made it official. "BLIND CHANNEL GUITARIST GAY?!" "WHO IS THE GUY IN A DRESS NEXT TO BAND HOTTIE JOONAS PORKO" "WAS JOONAS PORKO FORCED INTO THIS RELATIONSHIP?"

Each comment and caption increased your self-hatred and your wish to simply eraser yourself. The post was supposed to take the weight off both of your shoulders and end the hide-and-seek. Show the world how much you loved each other. But sadly most fans did not take it well and the press made a big fuss about it to generate more clicks and views. Of course, none of this came unexpectedly and you two were prepared to get some hate and backlash, but you thought it would not hurt that much.

And maybe today was the right moment to put the black dresses down forever and start dressing like a decent man. To show those haters, that you were a good match for Joonas. You wiped away a single tear as you threw your black dress into the closet. …………………………………………………………………………

This was about a month ago, and oh you wished you were over it! You still got insulting messages or even death threats almost daily. And Joonas had people swiping into his DMs telling him to break up with you. There were weird edits on TikTok, rumors spreading over Twitter, people leaking personal information about you, and so on.

On the outside you remained strong, not wanting to make Joonas worry or feel bad or even guilty for coming out and making your relationship public. In the past weeks, he had found you more than once in bed, crying your eyes out and you were sure he was already sick of your whining.

Honestly, you were incredibly proud of him for taking the step and not making a big deal out of it, and you were even prouder to be on his side. His bandmates were supportive as well, they also were the reason why you two started dating in the first place, but was another story to tell. You were glad for him having such great friends and for you they had already become a family as well. And with these guys having your back you almost could ignore all the hate being thrown at you. That was until one day some girl attacked you at a bar, spilling her drink over you when you and Joonas were out for date night. That's when it simply got too much for you.

All this bullying made you relive your darkest memories from your childhood and school days. You had always dressed more femininely and loved to play dress up with your mother's clothes and make-up. You had been expelled more than once for violating the school's dress code. While growing up various people told you that boys were not allowed to wear dresses and skirts and that make-up and nail polish was for girls. You had been bullied over your bold outfit choices, and you could not count the times you were beaten up or had your clothes ripped and ruined.

You thought you had left these memories behind the day you moved out of your parent's house, but all this recent hate had opened up old wounds which you thought had been healed years ago.

Now you found yourself in front of your closet, searching for an outfit. You held back tears when your fingers brushed against the soft fabric of your newest dress, the one you were supposed to wear for the award show tomorrow night. Instead, you took out a suit jacket and a white buttoned-up shirt, hanging them next to Joonas' outfit. You had not worn a dress or skirt in weeks now, hoping people would stop commenting about your looks, sexuality, and relationship, but it did help, in fact, it made you feel vulnerable because now you felt like walking around without your armor.

"What's that?" Joonas appeared behind you, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, blond curls still wet from the shower he just took. "My outfit for tomorrow." You said, trying your best to sound happy while you searched for a matching pair of pants for the jacket. "What happened to the black dress we bought?" He sounded slightly concerned lifting his brows. Him mentioning the dress brought new tears to your eyes and you swallowed heavily, trying to get rid of the knot in your throat. You two had found the dress in your favorite vintage store, the day after you two had made your relationship official. Originally you had bought it to provocate people and show them an imaginary middle finger, but now you felt more like burning it, together with your whole existence. "I felt like it wouldn't fit the occasion…" You mumbled the answer into the closet, not wanting to face him and hoping he would just stop to ask questions. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" He stepped closer, lightly touching your shoulder. You did not react, still pretending to search for the pair of pants, although you had already found it. "Y/N, please look at me!" Reluctantly you turned around to him, looking at his feet instead of meeting his gaze, hiding your tears. Joonas cupped your cheeks, forcing you to lift your head, his blue eyes full of worry when they locked with yours. It broke your heart to see him like this and you wished you could pull yourself together, but a sob escaped from your throat, new tears following seconds later. Joonas brushed a few of them away, before pulling you into a tight hug. You could not hold back longer, all the negative thoughts now crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You collapsed in Joonas arms, sobbing into his naked chest, barely noticing that he carried you over to your shared bed and pulled you into his lap. His hands drew soothing circles on your back as he patiently waited for you to calm down.

You held on to him, the contact of his warm soft skin slowly helping you to get back to reality, as you buried your face in his chest. Soon your sobs turn into even breathing again. He kissed the top of your hair, causing you to slightly lift your head. His eyes were gentle on you but you could see the worry in them. And you could not help but feel pathetic for your breakdown, you should not have let it out on him. Joonas shifted and sat up against the headboard of the bed, his hands not leaving your back as he loosened the embrace to examine your face better. "Wanna talk about it?" His voice was soft, still, you could feel it vibrate in his chest. You swallow heavily, trying to find your words. "I just can't do this anymore…" He looked down at you in shock, realizing what you had just said. "Are you about to break up with me?!", the sadness in his voice almost made you tear up again. "No…I…I don't know, wouldn't you be better off without me?" you stammered out. "Hell no! It's still about what these dumb people said about us online, isn't it?" You nodded silently, not capable of answering without starting to sob again. You did not want to break up with him, but you felt you were the main reason for all his troubles and he deserved so much better than this. Joonas took both of your hands in his. "Y/N! Is that also the reason why you changed your clothing style?" He lightly squeezed your hands. "I…I didn't want to embarrass you. I didn't want to cause any more trouble." You looked down at your intertwined fingers, exhaling sharply. "You are not causing any trouble! Fuck those people and their opinions! I love you for who you are and I don't want you to change for these idiots!", one of his hands found your cheek, wiping away another tear with his thumb. "I saw how happy you were the day we bought the dress for the gala, and in these clothes, you don't look happy." He went on, gesturing to the clothes you were wearing as well as to the jacket and shirt hanging next to his. "But…" you wanted to disagree again, telling him that the press would have their eyes on you two tomorrow night, and you did not want his band's success to be overshadowed by another wave of weird headlines about his sexuality and relationship. "No buts! We are going to prove them all wrong tomorrow!"

Your vision was still blurred from tears when Joonas leaned in for a kiss, to prevent you from talking back again. Lost in the kiss, your eyes closed and you finally felt yourself relax. One last tear rolled down your cheek as you realized how much you loved him.

He broke the kiss after a while, his hand still lingering on your cheek.

"Do you think I could pull one off?" he suddenly broke the silence.

"A dress? Absolutely!", you told him instantly. Joonas was the type of guy who could wear almost anything without looking ridiculous; although Joel strongly disagreed with that.

"Can I borrow one for tomorrow?" He had a sly grin on his lips and you needed a second to understand what he had just suggested. His question made you smile, probably for the first time in a week or so, and you could feel happiness spark in your chest. "I love you so damn much!" Was all you managed to say before you pulled him in for another, more passionate kiss.

"I love you more…And now let's get you out of these clothes…"

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel x reader #joonas porko #joonas porko x reader #male reader #hurt/comfort #angst #tw homophobia #tw angst #tw self hate #tw suicidal thoughts #tw bullying #december project

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chaoticunorigionalstranger · 2 years

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Book of Mormon - Matinee 21/10/22

🧡💛💚 The most amazing McPriceley-ness ❤️💙💜

❤️💜💙 Ben Tyler as Price and Stephen Rolley as McKinley 💚💛🧡

Basically the most McPriceley combo I've seen!

I've seen Ben opposite Stevie, Dom opposite Stevie, Ben opposite David (who has now left), Dom opposite Jed, Rolley opposite Stevie, and Ben opposite Rolley.

Ben x Rolley was something else. I'd heard that combo was good for McPricely, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

My McPriceley trash heart was VERY VERY happy

Personally I think Rolley is better as McKinley than as Price. I really like Ben's Price, but Rolley McKinley is amazing!

I've attached the photo of the cast board.

I'm going to give a summary of the highlights (from my perspective)

Turn it off

When Price and Cunningham arrived at the mission hut McKinley went to hug Price, and got very close in his personal space - his nose was almost touching Price's. This set the tone for the forthcoming McPriceley.

When McKinley says "are disturbing", he put his hand on Price's face to make him look at him.

When singing 'keeping it down' McKinley put his arms around both Cunningham and Price, but kept eye contact with Price as he sang 'like a dimmer switch'.

After singing about Steve Blade and returning center stage McKinley ran his hand down Price's chest and kept his other hand on his arm before the chorus dance

When Price was sitting on the sofa McKinley kept throwing glances at him and Price shifted uncomfortably.

After the blackout Arnold was bouncing on the sofa and he squeeked and shouted "oh yeah" as the elders danced. His excitement was contagious

During the tap number when Michaels had his palm outstretched Arnold hi-fived it. Jack Greaves (who was playing Michaels) looked momentarily surprised by Tom Xander doing that.

Arnold and Kevin sat on the sofa, and were discussing the pink waistcoat. Price was inspecting the sequins, but when McKinley looked his way Price looked at the waistcoat in disgust and tried to shove it into Arnold's lap. Then, when McKinley looked over again he smiled broadly and Arnold took the waistcoat and put it in the cushion.

Afterwards when McKinley led Price to his room and took Price's hand he winked at him. He then seductively walked his fingers up his arm before snatching his hand away quickly when Arnold commented about "sleeping right next to each other". McKinley also winked at Price, and looked him up and down, just before he closed the door.

SMHD

McKinley comes on and Price runs to him excited. McKinley ran his hand down Price's arm.

When his dad came on Price and his dad held out their arms for a hug - but then Darhma pulled his dad away and Price spun round. When Price stopped spinning Price almost bumped into McKinley and Hitler - he stumbled away looking scared (the almost bumped looked like it was accidental).

Was I in it?

Rolley's McKinley took a different approach to Stevie's, Jed's and David's. He stroked Price's face and cupped it as he woke up, leaning in for a kiss before scooting away.

When he asked 'was I in it' he touched Price's arm. And Price actually mouthed "well....yeah". I am so glad I was watching them instead of Arnold, otherwise I'd have missed that amazing McPriceley snippet.

Something Incredible

McKinley shoved Price out the way when he was saying that Arnold didn't need him. It was funny as the shove was very aggressive and Price stumbled.

TIALD

When Price said "fuck him", McKinley put his hand to his chest and fanned himself. He first looked scandalised and then interested, raising his eyebrows at Price.

When Price said 'break the rules' he winked at McKinley, and when McKinley was singing 'let all our feelings out' he turned to Price and grinned.

There was so much McPriceley I've probably forgotten some and will have to edit this.

#west end #bom musical #book of mormon #tbom musical #tbom #McPriceley #stephen rolley #ben tyler #elder mckinley #elder price #elder Cunningham

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I don’t even know if there’s any LEFT IN THAT WRITER ASK. So I’m making up my own questions.

Has there been a particular theme or part of one of your stories that you wished got more attention? Like a one-liner that has you !!!! inside every time you reread it?

If you had an OC crossover, which would it be and why?

If you could will the vibes from any of your stories into real life, which one are you most likely to do? And why is it last call?

I LOVE YOU BABE!!! ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜I’ve got my knife ready, just waiting for you😌

send me a fanfic ask

OH YOU.

I got inundated in the BEST way. I had such a good time yelling about writing last night oh my gooood. I was a bit dizzy by the end of it. I owe so many people messy kisses. anyway

Has there been a particular theme or part of one of your stories that you wished got more attention? Like a one-liner that has you !!!! inside every time you reread it?

you’re gonna be able to predict this, but the themes in a question of time are jUST. I work so hard on it. the themes are so self-referential in places: it feels a little ridiculous to write sometimes but it’s like it’s spiralling in on itself. that was the feeling I wanted to capture.

I’m not sure the full picture of what I’m trying to do in aqot is even visible yet, really, because… you won’t see the view until I’ve published chapter 8. I have SO many references to previous events, a few new bits of information that… change… what’s already happened. I wanted to create that sense (in multiple places) of the world shifting in response to new information - that moment where you see stuff DIFFERENTLY and can’t go back. from the perspective of the writer it’s hard to measure how successful I’ve been so far, but… there should be another drop coming. I’m excited to see what everyone thinks.

There’s a few lines of dialogue I’ve written that just made me want to punch something in joy bc they captured the essence of a character, or the vibe that I wanted, really really well. I always forget them until I reread, so I’ll just give you a smattering of my favourites.

This moment in aqot stands out:

Connor didn’t validate the question with a response, which only inspired a white-hot fury in Sixty. “You deviated, Connor!” Sixty screamed. “You failed!” “No.” Despite the circumstances, Connor’s voice was low. Gentle. “I didn’t fail. My mission changed.”

I can see Sixty in this moment SO CLEARLY. I love the moment a character breaks, and this is that: he’s done this too much, failed too many times, it’s just the raw nerves left. he’s barrelling towards rock bottom and he still doesn’t understand. sigh. especially bc (spoiler) sixty has _such_ a habit of following in Connor’s footsteps

two, from let him hear:

“Well, he could be looking at me. How could I blame him when the view’s this good?” You shoot Sixty a look, aiming for withering. By the flash of teeth, you know you weren’t convincing. “But I doubt it.”

listen, I’m not too proud to tell you I laughed myself stupid when I wrote that. Literally like: yep, that’s Sixty, no editing required

You don’t need to look at Sixty’s face. His grin is unmistakable in every word. “Oh, I’ve definitely seen her.”

This one I had written when I was working on the PREMISE, before I’d even started the fic. I could HEAR him saying it, that slight laugh in his voice. still tickles me.

from last call I could honestly pick a lot, bc I worked on showing a lot of emotion in hopefully subtle ways, but these stand out:

He bows his head closer to you when he speaks in reply, voice quieter, almost lost to the noise of the room. “I will attempt to satisfy you.” You don’t have an answer for that.

he surprised me with that one

“A cure for curiosity,” he smiles at you, conspiratorial, and you pin him with a questioning stare. “At least, a temporary one.”

@staticl0ve pointed this one out in her LOVELY comment, but I was SO SO HAPPY with this line. it sounds so much like Connor to me.

He keeps you company until you’re feeling like yourself. When the rain starts falling heavily and you jolt away from the spray of cold droplets, he steps back into the rain to give you back your space; surprised, you watch him, the raindrops that trail down his face, through the soft strands of his hair, and notice he’s prioritising you over himself again.

You reach out and pull him back under the shelter until you’re standing, shoulder to shoulder, listening to the rain.

SIGH I live the quiet moments of character growth. this is her admitting to herself for the first time that she’s attached, but more than that, that she’d rather keep him close than keep her barriers up. that he’s worth being seen. I’m going to smash something I just need a minute

OH also: honourable mention to any time I use the title in-fic. It’s PURELY self indulgent. I fucking love that shit. if I was still publishing under anon I’m p sure it’d give me away.

I could probably five seventy more little moments I've written that I'm really, really happy with, but I've been gratuitously self indulgent already, so i'll finish with one last part: there are a lot of little moments in the echoes and reflections prologue that will (eventually) hold a lot more significance than they do at the moment. I have a lot of plans for that fic: it's not going to be happy barely at all, but I'm so so excited about the exploration of character. they're all going to such a dark place. shout out to @dattebae not only for writing the middle ground, the au on which this au is based, but for letting me play with her iteration of sixty. I am so utterly full of love and bewilderment at the trust. give me an hour I simply must kiss my wife

If you had an OC crossover, which would it be and why?

OC CROSSOVER ASGAJAGAGSHA okay sO for starters I need them all in a room together, immediately, and if it’s the bar from last call I will Not complain. I have a few upcoming OCs I have not introduced…..but I’m very excited about them. unbruised has one arriving imminently, as you WELL know, and she’s my new favourite, I think: I think she’d be my pick for crossover bc she’s just SO irascible. I love her dearly.

it would be fun to see Ali in Let Him Hear. he can argue with the best of them. he'd love that environment (and the free drinks).

also Jo. I don’t need to explain that one. you get it. who DOESN'T love a giant carebear-ass IDIOT. no-one. obviously.

If you could will the vibes from any of your stories into real life, which one are you most likely to do? And why is it last call?

okay so this one made me snort out LOUD raya. I cannot believe you. this is absurd. stop it immediately.

you're fucking right, which is more annoying. I think last call is such a mundane setting, and it's so tangible, and what I didn't realise when I was writing it is that every part of it takes place in one location. it's a fucking bottle episode.

but I think that lends it something: by the second scene you know the place, have the feel of it, so it's so so easy to feel the place. I love that so much about it. rereading it feels like it felt when I'd walk through it in my head. it's a place I've visited. I could almost touch it.

honorable mention is let him hear, actually: the busy social scene in the yawning winter, bright streetlight in frosty air, the hum and swell of voices, and the thrill of meeting someone new and interesting who, despite the odds, sees you. there's something precious in that, I think.

#ask meme #fic stuff #blurredout10 #my LOVE #THANK YOU #oc questions 😭#asks #you're all going to make me emotional. it's too thursday for this.

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alice-in-strangetown · 1 year

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Sims Tag

tagged by @nervosims

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Hm... it might be the satellite in TS2. It’s really rare but not rare enough that it doesn’t happen. And it’s so sudden when it does happen!! I’m always a little bit afraid of letting my sims stargaze or cloudgaze because of it, especially if I’m really attached to them.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Definitely Maxis Match, but sometimes I like to lean a little bit Maxis Mix. Maxis Mix is kind of what people mean when they say “Maxis Match” for TS2 anyway and you have to call it “True Maxis Match” or something if you’re actually matching TS2′s style. I think the “True Maxis Match” style is really cute too if only because it’s really nostalgic. I kind of hate most of the Maxis hair but I’ve been trying to lean into more of a True Maxis look for clothing in TS2 lately.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No, I wouldn’t even think to do that! I do think the rate at which sims both gain and lose weight in TS4 is a bit ridiculous so I have a mod that slows them both down. In TS2 and TS3 I just let whatever happens with their weight happen but the “fat” body type in TS2 hardly looks different from the thin one anyway, which is a bit of a shame.

4. Do you use move objects?

Does anyone not?

5. Favorite mod?

I want to say Lazy Duchess’s Autonomous Proposal/Break Up mod because I really, really love that mod but it actually might have to be Midge the Tree’s edit of simler’s Romantic Standards because that’s really what makes all of the incredible romantic drama in my neighborhoods possible and I would miss it terribly if I ever had to play without it!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Hm... I guess it must have been Livin’ Large since that was the first one that came out. (Not to brag or anything but I’ve been playing The Sims since the year 2000~ 💅)

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

It’s pronounced like “living” and I will die on this hill! The three game modes are all verbs!! The one you build in, the one you buy in, and the one you live in!!! Making one of them randomly be an adjective throws the whole thing off grammatically!

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

The sims that I get attached to are usually born, not made. I really rarely actually make sims in CAS. Um... you’re not going to make me choose a favorite child, though, are you?

9. Have you made a simself?

Oh lots of times! I used to make sims of myself and my family all the time when I was younger. I think it would feel a little weird to actually play with my simself now (at least in my usual play style) but sometimes it’s fun to see if you can recreate yourself!

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Like Sims 3 traits? Maybe clumsy, friendly, frugal, good, and absent-minded? I would hate to actually play with that sim though because the absent-minded trait is SO annoying in gameplay! In Sims 4... maybe clumsy, gloomy, and outgoing?

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I don’t think I have one. In TS2 they’re all fine and in TS4 a handful of them are really bad but the rest of them are fine. I don’t think there’s any that I particularly like.

12. Favorite EA hair?

I used to really like shortperm when I was younger and I still think it's cute. That’s what my hair looked like when I was in high school.

13. Favorite life stage?

I think teens in TS2 are really fun so it’s a bit of a shame that the lifespan I use cuts it a bit short. I’ve also quickly grown really fond of the new infant lifestage in TS4. They’re just too danged cute I can’t stand it!!!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I mean, I’m absolutely in it for the gameplay but I also have fun building!

15. Are you a CC creator?

Sometimes! Mods more often than cc but I rarely find time and energy to work on them so I haven’t made much.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Yeah, I’ve definitely got some friends here 💜

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

It’s definitely Sims 2. I think all of the games have their strengths though (even Sims 4)

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Is it kind of a crime that I don’t? Maybe I should.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do! This one is for edited Let’s Plays (so far just The Sims 2 for PSP. I haven’t uploaded there in a while but I have some recordings on my computer so I should be active again soon. We are going to finish this game!). And this one is for stream VODs. I stream The Sims 2 every Monday and Friday on Twitch and for the month of June, we’re fundraising for the Transgender Law Center so we’ve got some extra fun stuff going on~

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I can’t really remember what my sims used to look like when I was younger but my play style has definitely changed a lot! When I was younger, I used to micro-manage my sims so much I might as well have turned off autonomy! I prefer to let my sims shape their own lives now and I actually hate having to make decisions for them.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

It’s batsandbabydolls! I have a few builds up for download there.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Um... obviously everyone at @the-crypt-o-club. No I’m not biased! 😉

23. How long have you had a simblr?

I guess I first made it in 2016 but I didn’t actually start using it until late 2019. I usually just shove everything on my main blog so it’s a miracle I have one at all.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I use GIMP. The edits I do are usually pretty minor though because I use reShade when I take pictures I care about enough to edit.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

I haven’t bought High School Years yet, but I might have to because teenagers in TS4 are boring as hell without them! I’m just really irritated that they released it separately from Growing Together since it feels like that pack fleshed out every life stage except teenagers and they definitely worked on both at the same time because they were released one right after the other and EPs take a long time. Everything from that pack other than the active high school feels like it could have been part of Growing Together if you ask me! (If you mean what pack do I want them to release next, none. Please let Sims 4 die already 😌)

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Sims 1: Makin’ Magic Sims 2: Uh... Nightlife? (they’re all really good is the problem) Sims 3: Late Night? Generations? idk man not a single one of them is bad!! Sims 4: Might be Growing Together tbh. Or maybe Parenthood? Vampires and Paranormal are definitely up there too. They obviously don’t flesh your game out as broadly but I do really like them.

I’m tagging @blairmace, @baticeer-sims, @deathpoke1qa, and @livinginalandfill

#Thanks for tagging me! This was really fun! 💜#replies

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