#I almost thought this post were unposted if not for someone telling me they saw it

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7, 8, 9 for the fic writers' meme!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This is a hard one for me because I hardly ever have strong feelings about my writing on like, a sentence/paragraph level? I don't think I'm that good at description or imagery, usually when I'm happy with something it's either dialogue or like... the overall VIBE of a scene, which doesn't come across well in quotes lol. That Said: still incredibly pleased with this opening to an as-yet unposted Shimateru fic of mine from kid AU:

It always used to be Teruki - the one who'd help him work off the tension when he needed it most, throwing themselves at each other without holding back until they were both aching and bruised and exhausted and capable of feeling at peace again. It was Teruki who noticed when he needed it, who always saw him with that brutal yet fond clarity that inevitably left Shimazaki feeling both utterly exposed and perfectly safe. Teruki who knew how to give him space while always leaving him a lifeline. And Teruki can't help him with this, because Teruki is a thousand shattered pieces in his arms and he has no idea how to vent his fury and hatred and grief without hurting someone he doesn't intend to hurt. Not when the person who's always been able to withstand it - withstand him - is this fragile, and every flinch, every quiver in his voice, every whispered apology only adds more fuel to the fire. Shimazaki feels less able to contain it every day.

idk I think I really managed to capture a core piece of the Shimateru dynamic for me, along with how their trauma in this AU changed them.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Also an unposted fic, and I'm not sure I ever will post it because I have no idea what to do with it, but there's this scene from a fic I started where Shimazaki and Teru are meeting for secret trysts while fighting on opposite sides of a war, and Teru tries to convince Shimazaki to abandon Claw and join the resistance with him.

Shimazaki smiles crookedly. “That might not be as difficult as you’re imagining. At this point, I almost think he knows me better than I know myself.” “That’s not true,” Teru says sharply. “Don’t you dare let Suzuki tell you who you are. He has no idea, you’re not—” “Oh? What about you, then, Hanazawa Teruki?” Shimazaki’s voice has become sharp like a knife, his smile widening to show his teeth. “Weren’t you eager to throw away everything you knew about yourself so you could be the person Kageyama Shigeo thought you should be?” Teru jerks back, stung. “That’s different - that’s not…” “Is it?” Shimazaki reaches out to run a finger down along Teru’s cheek. “The two of us are both intimately familiar with the magnetism of power, Teruki. You have your center and I have mine. We would be hollow beasts without them, you and I. I think you know that.”

The comparison between Shimazaki's relationship with Touichirou and Teru's relationship with Mob still makes me completely feral and I love Teru and Shimazaki debating the conflicts between their respective ideals (and pointing out the contradictions that the other hasn't noticed!) It's a shame the rest of the fic has no direction because I REALLY like this exchange, lmao.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If something's too hard I will simply not do it lmao, so limiting myself to finished/posted fics it's definitely "Ignite the Sun," the last part in Colony. It was difficult in a practical sense, because while I knew how I wanted to end the series overall, figuring out how to get there and how to wrap up all the various subplots I'd introduced was tricky and required much tighter plotting than I'd done for any of the rest of the series. It was also difficult in an emotional sense - much of Colony was simply very unhinged vent fic, which was lovely and cathartic to write, but while I always knew I wanted to give Galo and Lio a happy ending I was still in a mental place where it was much, much easier to write about Lio's pain rather than him healing. (Probably also why the epilogue I always wanted to write never ended up happening.) Still, I'm really pleased with how it turned out, so it was worth the effort. The closing lines were a close runner-up for the "favorite prose" question above:

The thrum of Galo’s soft voice reverberates in Lio’s body, filling him, and somewhere both inside him and very far away Lio thinks he can hear the Promare too. They sing, bright and free of fear. They sing, and Lio sleeps.

[imagineteamfreewill]

Here’s to Witches

Title: Here’s to Witches

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1,331

Warnings: None

Summary: Sam and the reader are each gifted something after saving a group of housewives on a hunt, and Sam’s gift is exponentially more... enthusiastic than the reader’s.

A/N: This is completely unedited, so please excuse any mistakes. If you see any glaring ones, please feel free to (politely) send me an ask or a message so I can go in and fix it. The gifs that inspired this fic can be found at the end because I thought they were too cute to not include. Also, feedback makes the world go round and makes my blog a lot more enjoyable for everyone! Please reblog this fic with your thoughts or send me an ask or a message to tell me what you think. Enjoy!

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this happy,” you said as you leaned against the dresser. The knobs dug into the small of your back and your shoulders but you ignored them as Sam looked up at you with a wide smile.

“I just can’t believe this is real,” he replied.

Bones jumped up on his hind legs, pushing himself slightly off the floor as he tried to regain Sam’s full attention. He succeeded and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way Sam raised the pitch of his voice to talk to his new—or rather, old—furry friend.

“You know, when the witch said she’d brought back someone dear to your heart, I figured we’d come back to the motel to find Bobby or something.”

Sam glanced up at you again, his smile undimmed. “I didn’t think it would be Bones either, but honestly…”

Smiling, you moved away from the dresser to see if your phone had regained some battery. It had died on the way back from the abandoned winery where the coven had been holding its meetings. Thankfully, you hadn’t needed it to call for help. The coven was more domestic than anything you’d ever encountered on a hunt; the witches mostly used their magic to bring dead houseplants back to life, get the smell out of laundry they’d forgotten in the washer, and thaw meat that they’d taken out of the freezer an hour or two too late. You’d been in the midst of trying to figure out how to ask them to stick with what they knew when the real troublemakers had shown up, figurative guns blazing, in an attempt to harm the housewives who were in almost too deep. 

You and Sam had eradicated the bad witches with relative ease and the handful of women had been so grateful to you that they’d put their collective energies together to give you each a gift. They’d given you something you’d thought long gone—a box of photos from your childhood—and they’d promised Sam something “dear to his heart”. 

After unlocking your phone, you quietly placed an order for a few pizzas, knowing that Sam was probably starving after the busy day you’d had. You were about to press the submit button when something bumped against your leg.

“I think he likes you,” Sam said, and you looked down to find Bones sitting at your feet. He was giving you a heart-warming doggy smile and his tail was going a mile a minute. It was almost comical how hard he was trying to sit despite the fact that his butt was wiggling right along with his tail.

You chuckled and crouched down to run your hand over Bones’ back. “Hey buddy! Are you hungry too? Is that why you came over here?” you cooed. Your voice jumped up an octave, just like Sam’s had, but Bones responded quickly and was up in your face as he tried to get as much of your attention and touch as possible.

Sam laughed too, standing up and stretching his arms above his head while he watched. He was clearly enjoying having Bones around and in the back of your mind, you sent up a silent prayer that this wasn’t a temporary thing. If Bones was ripped away from him, it would be a heartbreaking loss. Sam had already suffered so much and you wanted to ensure as much as you could that when he wasn’t on a hunt, he was happy and comfortable.

“You want some pepperoni, Bones? Huh?”

The dog yipped in response and you grinned, then stood. You quickly placed the order on your phone while Bones tried to get more attention from Sam. 

“Pizza should be here in about an hour,” you said, and Sam nodded. “So what do we do now? Think Dean’ll be okay with Bones being at the bunker? And in the Impala, for that matter?”

Sam shrugged. Bones was standing on the bed now so that Sam could pet him without having to sit down or bend over.

“Okay, well maybe we should pick up supplies before we get back,” you suggested. “That way, Dean can’t say it would be easy to get rid of him. And we should probably make an appointment with the vet in town, too…”

You pulled out your phone again, but as you were starting to research the veterinarian offices in Lebanon, you felt Sam’s eyes on you. Slowly, you glanced up from your phone and met his gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Sam answered, shaking his head with a smile. “I’m just happy.”

“Okay… Weirdo.” You went back to the website. After another minute or two, you still felt Sam’s eyes on you and you sighed, dropping your hand down to your side so you could fully look at him. “What? Why are you staring at me, Sam?” The question came out with a laugh and Sam’s smile widened.

“I don’t know. I’m just… happy. I’m happy that you’re okay with this,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You love him and I think having a dog would be great.”

"Well I knew you liked dogs, but the last time we talked about getting one, you said that you didn’t think it would be a great idea. What changed?”

Shrugging, you tucked your phone in your pocket and went over to them, making sure to start petting Bones immediately so you wouldn’t get licked in the face again. You pointedly avoided making eye contact with Sam, instead focusing on the retriever who was practically vibrating with happiness at all the attention he was getting from the two of you.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you answered. “I guess it’s because I don’t want you to have to give him up, you know? I like to see you happy, and Bones makes you happy. He makes me happy, too,” you added, knowing that Sam would call you out on it if you didn’t.

Sam hummed in response, and the two of you continued to pet Bones in silence, only occasionally laughing or talking to the dog when it felt right. 

An hour later, you were setting up the pizza while Sam took Bones outside for a break. The dog had come with his own collar—thank you, witches!—but he’d had to find a rope in the trunk of the Impala to use as a leash.

“It smells good!” Sam said as he opened the door and stepped inside. You glanced over at him with a smile, then laughed when you saw Bones pulling at the makeshift leash to get nearer to the table. When Sam dropped it, he made a beeline for the pizzas and you had to quickly shove him back down onto all four legs so that your dinner didn’t come with a side of dog hair.

“Whoa, buddy! Easy, calm down! You’ll get your dinner soon enough!”

Sam was grinning from ear to ear and you grinned back, feeling the contagious joy bubble up inside of you.

“Pepperoni?” he asked, and you nodded, grabbing the little container full of slices they’d included and holding it out for him. Bones tracked the movement intently and you laughed again as Sam grabbed it and pulled off the lid.

Instantly, Bones was sitting down, his tail wagging as he stared up at Sam.

“Well, at least he knows to sit,” you laughed. Sam laughed too, and soon the three of you were chowing down on your respective dinners.

We’re like a little family, you thought as you settled down beside Sam against the headboard. You’d both torn the top of the pizza boxes off so that the box was easier to hold in your lap, and he’d turned on a mindless movie while you’d made sure Bones had water. 

“Here’s to happy endings,” Sam said, holding out his beer.

You clinked yours against it with a smile, then a quiet chuckle. “And here’s to witches, which is something I’d never thought I’d say!”

(Gifs are by @frodo-sam​ can be found here. I couldn’t find them in the tumblr gif search or I would have included them that way, sorry!)

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