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#ww013 22.11.2023
thornilee013 · 6 months
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HELLO YES I DONT REMEMBER IF I'VE ASKED FOR THIS YET BUT I'D LOVE SOME 101 WAYS NOT TO SAY I DO !!!!
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Neil clenched his hand into a fist and then flexed his fingers, and then repeated the process. "How much money was in the pool?"
Nicky scoffed from the backseat. "Let's just say that I didn't have to dig into my savings to be able to pay for my flight," he said, a haughty air to his words. "Be prepared for more of the Foxes to be coming over in the next few weeks, though. I went ahead and reserved a time and place for an actual wedding for you two."
It was a miracle that Andrew didn't crash into anyone as he cut across two lanes and pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.
Nicky swore very loudly as Andrew slowed down the car, and even louder as Andrew unbuckled and got out of the car.
Nicky opened the door and got out of the car as well, careful to keep the Maserati between himself and Andrew at all costs as Andrew circled his target.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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101 ways not to say i do??
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Neil opened the car door as Nicky was coming around the Maserati on the passenger side, successfully knocking him off balance and giving Andrew enough time to catch Nicky.
Andrew didn't carry his knives with him anymore—he hadn't for years, not since he'd handed them off to Robin. That didn't mean he was any less dangerous, though.
Andrew kicked Nicky's feet out from underneath him and pinned Nicky to the Maserati, all while Neil finally stepped out of the car.
"Cancel the reservation, Hemmick," Neil said, none of his patience remaining.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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dealer's choice, write whatever you feel like!
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"Nope. You two owe the rest of us at least some kind of ceremony after having to watch you eyefuck for that long," Nicky said, wincing as Andrew drove his elbow into the space between Nicky's shoulder blades. "Besides, I can't cancel it from here. If you're not going to actually get married, then can't you at least make it an annulment ceremony? Treat it like a divorce?"
Neil made eye contact with Andrew as both of them raised their eyebrows. "Huh," Andrew said.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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Dealer's choice for WIP Wednesday? 🥰
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The three of them slowly relaxed. Andrew pulled away from Nicky, his eyes remaining cold and distant but failing to conceal the interest Neil knew Andrew wanted to hide. Eventually, Andrew met Neil's gaze and raised his eyebrow.
Neil shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's not a bad idea," he said. There was no way Nicky was going to let them off the hook for this one. But the sooner they could pacify him, the sooner all the Foxes' noses would be back where they belonged: out of his and Andrew's lives. "What do you say, Andrew? Would you divorce me?"
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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another wednesday, another wip. how about some needle au to start us off?
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But still, Jean had grown enough to find reasons to take care of himself. Renee's concern and Kevin's lectures on taking care of himself had helped, but he'd also learned to be more comfortable existing in his body, scars and traumatic memories included.
From what he knew about Riko Moriyama, though, there was no one to be there for him. He was irritating as hell, cocky, and overall pissed Jean off, but he knew that when Riko showed up on the doorstep of the parlor again, he'd still let him in, and he'd still make Riko bare his skin, and he'd still patch up whatever injuries he'd left unattended. He knew he would keep doing this until Riko either chose to stop coming to the parlor or until there were no injuries left to clean.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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I also need some baby Jean 👀
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Jean sighed. "How would I know? I doubt it, though," he said, knowing it was time for him to give up trying to sleep and forcing himself into a sitting position.
"But, where else would they get their food?" Amélie pressed, her eyes sparkling with barely-contained tears. "What if they're going hungry?"
"Jean. Amélie. Camille," their grandfather snipped from the front seat, immediately silencing them. "Jean, stop antagonizing your sisters."
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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and baby jean to end the day? have a great wip wednesday!
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Jean harrumphed and folded his arms over his chest. Of course he was going to be the one to get singled out. They'd been the ones who'd been bothering him, so why was he always the one they chose to call out?
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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Needle au please 🪡 Have an amazing wip wednesday!
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CW: self-harming/intentional injury, insect-imagery
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Riko's wounds were still burned into Jean's eyes, all too familiar. Even though his anger burned the back of his throat and resentment flared in his stomach, Jean still felt sympathy for Riko. He didn't understand the whys or the hows or the whats that drove Riko to harm himself, but he knew what it was like to feel an impulse to do so and go one step further to follow through with it. He knew what it was like to be disgusted with himself.
In the mornings he woke up and went head-to-head with his punching bag, but there were nights when he would skip wrapping his wrists and wail away at the bag, throwing his entire body behind the punches and kicks and not caring how bruised it left him. There were times when when he felt like his skin was a glove with thousands of insects crawling at the lining. Other times Jean wanted to feel anything else, to replace the disgust with rage or pain or numbness.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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WIP Wednesday
Time to pick up @/kedreeva 's game again this week!
Did I finish last week's yet? No. Have I barely gotten to last week's asks? Yes. 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
Snippet from the last installment of Needle AU under the cut!
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 · 6 months
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silly little jean moreau fic?
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Jean had always known that what had happened to him wasn't his fault. He'd never blamed his situation on himself, had never thought he'd done something to deserve being uprooted and tossed aside like a weed, but he had also never thought of himself as a weed until he'd realized that no one was going to come and get him.
But knowing that he never deserved any of the distance, any of the pain, or any of the isolation only made him more angry that he'd still had to go through it. All of it might have been easier to endure if he'd known it was a punishment, but no. There had been nothing he could have done differently, other than be born to a different family in a different place or at a different time.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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Also, if you have the time, could I also get some Etienne?
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Silence wasn't something Jean ever worried about when he was with Julien. In fact, it was a given when it came to the boy, since he was completely nonverbal. Jean liked that he didn't have to worry about talking all the time, and he welcomed the quiet presence in his life after spending most of the rest of his time around Jeremy, who could not stop talking to save his life. It was a quality Jean couldn't help but admire, even if he couldn't find it in himself to replicate it.
Still, he knew he had to give Julien some kind of reassurance that he was okay, that he wasn't upset, that the fact that he'd sought something out that reminded him of one of Jean's scars hadn't gotten to him. Even if that reassurance would be hollow. Instead, he directed them over to a bench and sat down, watching as Etienne approached him and sat in front of him, her tail swishing against the dry grass as she rested her chin on his knee.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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Hi, could I please get some Silly Little Jean?
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He took a deep breath, and tried to identify all the different textures touching his skin as he laid down. The cotton of his comforter against forearms, the gentle breeze of the air circulating in the room, the feeling of his shirt resting against his chest. And yet none of it could distract him from the fact that he was alone in the room, or the panic that that loneliness instilled in him. But as the seconds ticked by, one after another after another, that panic began to morph into something bigger, nastier, uglier.
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thornilee013 · 6 months
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And Silly little Jean, because I can't get enough of him (I might have a problem lmao)
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The ache in his hands grounded him even as the world around him went off kilter. He almost folded himself into a ball on the floor, but the remaining logical part of him remembered that Jeremy could walk into the room at any given moment, and the last thing he needed or wanted was for Jeremy to see him in that state. So instead, Jean sat down on his bed and tried to channel his attention into breathing exercises Betsy had given him.
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