#ww013 15.11.2023

[thornilee013]

101 ways not to say i do?

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"I'm not," Nicky said. "The other Foxes have just decided that I would be the best one to come and give you two a slap on the wrist, however."

"Even though you had to book a transatlantic flight to reach us?" Neil pressed.

"Neil. I'm one of the few graduates who doesn't have a kid. My job is also a lot more flexible since I work online anyway," Nicky said. "Just be grateful that we decided on me instead of Allison. If it weren't for her kids I think she would have already been down here to strangle you two herself, you know."

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[thornilee013]

101 WAYS NOT TO SAY I DO PLS AND THANK YOU KIND LEE <3 <3 <3 - @jtl-fics

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Of course Nicky had told everyone. Had let the cat out of the bag. Actually, had put the cat in the bag, spun it around in the air, and then let it out of the bag. Neil knew he should have expected it, but that didn't stop him from feeling his stomach twist with guilt, panic, and anger.

He and Andrew had gone to that drive through marriage business as a joke, it had always meant to be nothing more than an off-hand, spur-of-the-moment decision that they could reminisce on and use as fodder during any of their arguments. Matt had found out though, and Neil had to actively stop himself from giving himself bruises from how tightly he was digging his fingers into his arms as he realized that Matt had told someone.

"Why are you the only one who cares, then?"

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[thornilee013]

happy wednesday!!! i'm here once again asking for my weekly dose of 101 ways !!!

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Neil's eyes were glued to Andrew, as if his gaze was all that was needed to keep Andrew from stopping the car and throwing Nicky out. "Just because you share every detail of your life doesn't mean everyone also feels the need to share," Neil said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did you really go around asking the old team members if they knew about it as well?"

Nicky nodded.

"Fucking fantastic," Neil groaned.

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[thornilee013]

And baby Jean 👀

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Jean fully embraced the lifestyle of a cat lazing in the sun for the rest of the drive, frowning whenever a building or sign blocked the sunlight for even the sparsest of moments. Next to him, his sisters were supposed to be reading their assigned books, but instead were busy trying to play I Spy as quietly as possible. They got louder as time went on and as they became more and more frustrated over the rules of what could and couldn't count as an answer, but their grandparents were willing to ignore them enough not to force them to turn their attention back to the words on the page.

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Needle au please 🙏

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Jean was truly grateful that Seth had kept up his training after high school. Without all that weight lifting, he wouldn't have been strong enough to hold Jean back. Certainly not while Riko had still been in their waiting area, and definitely not long enough for Riko to slip through the door.

Jean struggled one last time when Riko gave them a sly wave before making his way across the street, then let Seth push him back into another client chair.

"I'd like you to tell me what the fuck you think you're doing," Seth said, leaning over Jean in a way that kept the window out of Jean's sight.

"I was taking care of a potential client."

"We don't slap clients, Jean. I know you can be pretty thickheaded sometimes, but you're not that stupid. That kind of shit can get you fired, and that's not something you can afford."

Jean stared Seth in the eye, knowing that every word Seth said was true. And yet, he couldn't find it in him to regret his actions.

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[thornilee013]

if i ask for needle au 3 times in a row will jean show up to haunt me? have a great wip wednesday!!

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Jean rubbed his arm where Seth had grabbed it. Rage and nausea still pulsed through him, especially as Seth moved away from him. The distance he craved from everyone was also a vacuum that drained any sense of security he could cling to. "It's..." he choked out, before groaning. "It's nothing. I'll get over it."

Seth paused and cocked an eyebrow. "Sure. Let me know if you need help filing a restraining order on Moriyama by the way," he said.

"That won't be necessary," Jean said, shutting his eyes and taking deep breaths.

Jean knew that he would never have hesitated to file a restraining order if it had been his first year in the U.S.. However, there was something he saw in Riko that piqued his interest, despite all the warning signs that surrounded him. Perhaps it was because of his own vulnerability in the past, or his own desire for connection when he had first stepped off the plane, but he knew there was someone under the abrasive, annoying, and unsettling behavior that needed help.

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[thornilee013]

Hiii hello I hope you’ve had a great day today!! The convention sounds like so much fun! I’ve never been to one before, but I’d love to go at some point soon. Being busy isn’t a bad thing for me, but I’m definitely ready for some time off. How have your applications been going?

Could I please get some baby Jean? Thank you and have an amazing week!!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Jean shrugged and looked back out the window, too tired to make any kind of decision. But his sisters were persistent, and Amélie tugged on his arm while they begged him to provide them with an answer.

"I don't know," he said finally, rolling his head to the other side so he could look at his sisters. "It'd be cool to see a really big fish though, if they have any. Or a penguin."

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forgot about wip wednesday, let's pretend i asked on time, baby jean?

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Eventually, however, his sisters lost interest in their game and instead turned to trying to pester Jean. He grunted and groaned and tried to turn away from their prodding, but eventually he had to lift his head and give them the attention they so desperately craved.

"What is it?"

"What fish are you looking forward to seeing the most?"

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And dealer's choice pretty please 🎲

Silly Little Jean Moreau fic

Jeremy sighed and leaned back in his chair, lifting his shirt a sliver to scratch at his stomach. “Man, I wish I could have learned ballet when I was younger. It would have been too expensive for us, though,” he said, it being Jeremy’s turn for a hint of red to show on his cheeks. “You know, there’s a dance studio on campus. If you want, we could sign up for beginner's ballet.” 

Jean shrugged and finished the rest of his plate in relative silence while Jeremy rambled on about the time his mother had signed him and his siblings up for ballroom dancing. The steady drone of Jeremy’s voice was easy for Jean to focus on and drown out the other memories that were trying to surface in his mind, like how Camille had broken down after her first dance recital when she realized that their parents had not, in fact, been able to make it to the performance. Or how Jean had needed to learn how to pull his sisters’ hair back into buns for performances and had spent hours practicing with their dolls.

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[thornilee013]

i'd also love some baby jean!!!! i love all your wips it's so hard to choose <3

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Therefore, after they finished breakfast, Jean, Amélie, and Camille all piled into their grandparents' car. Their grandparents even gave them permission to put on the music that they wanted, which in Camille's case happened to be classical music. It was a happy medium between Amélie begging for songs from musical movies and Jean asking for it to simply be turned off, so classical music it was.

Jean leaned his head against the window as they drove, trying to watch the world go by without getting motion sickness. He only lasted a minute before he had to shut his eyes, but even then, he soaked up the sun like a sponge.

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another needle au??

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Seth watched with vague interest as Jean punched himself once, twice, thrice, before stepping in and grabbing his arm. "Hey, knock it off."

Jean glared at Seth and tried to yank his arm out of Seth's grip, but Seth held fast. "Let go already."

"Will you keep using yourself as a punching bag if I let go?"

Jean's glare only got colder. "No," he said, and just like that Seth opened his hand.

"Now, are you going to explain yourself or am I going to have to use my imagination?" Seth asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

Jean did not respond, keeping his glare steady instead.

Seth held up his hands. "Alright. Fine. Just make sure you work through whatever it is before you snap again."

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and needle au?

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Jean took a step back from Seth and stared at the hand he'd slapped Riko with. Just as he was about to walk away calm, Riko's taunts came back to echo in his mind, over and over and over. Didn't fuck them well enough? He curled his fingers into a fist and desperately spun around himself, looking for something to punch. When he found nothing, he funneled his rage into slamming his fist down onto his own thigh.

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[thornilee013]

silly little jean moreau fic?

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Not for the first time, Jean's heart ached for the normalcy of the life he'd been stolen from. He tried to listen to Jeremy's story without letting it be further fodder for a deep-set, vengeful fire within him that he knew was inevitable, but it was difficult to not feel like there was a weight growing within him. He desperately wanted to be alone in the moment that an emotional spark hit that tinder so that he could let it consume him in peace, but he knew that it was something he wouldn't be able to control, and would be even less capable of predicting.

He set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a paper towel, putting too much pressure on his lips as he wiped away a mess that wasn't there. The room, as spacious and open as it was, began to feel like it was all too much. Too open. Too vulnerable. Too much.

"Thanks. Thank you," Jean said, tripping on his own words, finding it suddenly difficult to look Jeremy in the eye. "I can take care of the dishes later. Just... I think I need to lay down again."

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[thornilee013]

Hello! Could I please get some of my beloved Silly Little Jean for WIP Wednesday? Super excited to see you say that chapter 5 is coming along nicely! Thank you🫶🏻

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Jean stumbled into the room he shared with Jeremy and was immediately overwhelmed by the simultaneous foreignness and familiarity of the space. The room itself still wasn't connected to any sense of possession that he felt, even if some of the things in the room were his and he had his own assigned side of the room. Even stranger was the fact that he was alone in the room, despite the fact that they were supposed to share it.

He paced the floor a few times, chewing on his bottom lip and fiddling with his fingers once more. The bones that hadn't healed correctly were comforting for him, even if they brought him ghost pains. There was something commonplace in that discomfort, unlike the unease that sank its teeth into every inch of Jean's skin.

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dealer's choice? (i can't wait to read your rbb btw)

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"Oh? Are you not feeling well?" Jeremy asked, and Jean hated that the concern in Jeremy's eyes did not console him but rather further threatened to spark the fire within him.

"I just need to lay down."

"Well, okay," Jeremy said, his confusion written all over his face. "Well, feel better soon," he added, but Jean was already making his way up the stairs.

Thanks, he knew he should have responded, but couldn't quite bring himself to voice.

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[thornilee013]

WIP Wednesday

Time to pick up @/kedreeva 's game again this week!

Did I finish last week's yet? No. Do I still crave more excuses to write? Of course.

Anyway, rules:

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

***PLEASE SEND IN THINGS. THIS IS LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY WEEK. YOU MAY ALWAYS SEND IN MULTIPLE REQUESTS TO ME!***

Here is what I have to offer this week:

1. Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic 2. Baby Jean 3. Dealer's Choice (aka I work on RBB project and then another random project) 4. Needle AU (CW: mentions of self harm, wound infections, and stalking) 5. 101 Ways Not to Say I Do

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Snippet from Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic below the cut!

Jeremy shrugged. “It’s what my parents listened to when I was a kid, so I think part of it is nostalgia. Sometimes they play lesser known music from then too, which is always really fun. If you don’t like it we can listen to something else, though.”

“I can’t remember enough about it to have an opinion,” Jean said, searching his memories of his childhood for any hints of what music they’d listened to in the car or what he’d searched out. All he could remember were a few songs that were popular that he’d thought were irritating, and he felt his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. That frustration only deepened as he saw Jeremy’s face grow more and more concerned.

Jean took a deep breath as they approached Jeremy’s car and reminded himself of what Kevin had said to him; how he’d get to discover and experience completely new things. It was time to focus less on what had been lost to time and trauma and create new memories. “I guess we’ll have to find out if I like it or not,” he said, offering Jeremy a small smile, which Jeremy mirrored.