#brio prompts

[pynkhues]

Touch prompt 17 (after an argument) please and thank you!

Whatever Gets You Through the Night Succession gen fic. Roy sibs! TW: for mentions of domestic violence, drug abuse.

1996 / Connor's 33, Kendall's 18, and Roman and Shiv are twins and 14.

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“Ow, fuck,” Roman bites, wincing dramatically as Connor rolls his eyes, offers up a half-assed watch it as he presses the balled-up washcloth to his youngest brother’s split lip. It’s mostly stopped bleeding now, the cut leaving the start of a bruise the size of their father’s signet ring just below the swell of his mouth, and the thing is, it wasn’t even hard, not really. An unballed fist, an open fingered backhand. Hell, if dad hadn’t been wearing the ring, there’d probably be nothing to clean up at all. The thought dries in ink, certain in a way that eases that hot, panicked, hollow feeling from ten minutes ago, even as he tilts Roman’s peach-fuzzed chin sideways to double check.

“A day, maybe two,” he decides, letting him go, but not quite moving to stand just yet. “I reckon you won’t even know it was there.”

“Shit, was hoping it’d scar,” Roman replies. He’s sitting cross-legged on the closed toilet seat, his eyes cast downwards to where he’s tugging the sleeves of his sweater down over curled fingers. Like this, he looks younger than fourteen, bug eyed and round faced with hands and feet he hasn’t grown into yet. Scrappy, like Kendall was at his age. Like Connor’s pretty sure he was too. “Start my supervillain era.”

It’s then that Shiv finally makes a noise – that loud sort of scoff she’s been managing since she was eight – and Connor exhales, standing up from his crouch to toss the blood-spotted washcloth into the sink.

“Please, you have Henchman Number 3 written all over you.”

“Yeah, well, you have unidentified murdered body written all over you. Probably headless and like, mangled and shit, with someone’s dick stitched to your face.”

Which - - okay.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Shiv asks at the same time Connor says: “Hey,” giving Roman a sharp look, and Roman just rolls his eyes, slumping back against the toilet’s tank and pulling a face at Shiv, who’s gotta pull an ugly one back, if the faint grin twitching at the corner of Rome’s mouth is anything to go by. It makes it easier somehow, for Connor to glance back at Shiv himself, and at least some of the colour is coming back to her face.

She’d come into the bathroom after them, but only by seconds, closing the door behind her before deciding to glue herself to it, and in the moment of it, it had been too much. To have been on his own this morning at his place in Medina, to tonight, trapped in the crowded kids’ bathroom at their dad’s apartment on the Upper East Side, these three kids suddenly his to deal with, loud and needy and urgent.

Not that that was a straight line exactly.

No, of course, there was plenty between it, from the private jet to dinner, to - - all of that - - but he’s not really sure how productive that would be to think about right now when his fourteen-year-old sister is staring at him like maybe he has a few answers.

And maybe he does, he thinks, hands still damp from the washcloth.

Or maybe not, he thinks, because he finds himself still looking at Shiv to not look at Kendall.

Thing is, he'd only visited her a few weeks ago – flown to Kentucky to see her compete in the US Equestrian Pony Finals, where she’d ignored him the first day before attaching herself to his side the second – but he swears she’s grown since then. Another inch in height at least, plus - - you know. She and Rome might be twins, but they’ve never looked particularly alike, and now, well. Mom always did say girls grew up faster.

“You okay?” he asks her, and Shiv glances up at him, arms crossed behind her back where she leans against the wall, and he sees it. The way her eyes dart towards the bathtub, but she’s careful not to let herself linger. Rolls her shoulders back against the wall, pushes her hips out like she would when she was still a kid, and she sniffs.

“Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”

Which - - yeah, Connor thinks, finally turning his attention to where Kendall’s sprawled in the empty bathtub, skinny as a rake, all of 18 and more blitzed on your average Thursday night than Connor was at last year’s Burning Man. He’s distracted at least for now, entranced by the ceiling light, his hair still damp from where Connor had splashed some water on his face the second he’d pulled them in here, but after a quick search for track marks (there were none that he could find, at least, although the hand-grip shaped bruise on Kendall’s arm had made him catch his breath), and deciding he wasn’t at risk of slipping into unconsciousness just yet, figured he could wait a sec.

“Don’t know how I was the one he was pissed at with the tweaker here,” Roman huffs, but there’s nothing behind it really. Embarrassment if anything, Connor thinks, because they both know Dad wasn’t actually angry at Roman anyway. The evening is like a flip book in his head: Family dinner and Kendall moony eyed and loose limbed and Sally-Anne’s pointed comments and then Kendall’s slurred insult, then their father’s consuming anger, shrinking the room, climbing the walls. A hand on Kendall’s arm, yanking so hard Connor thought he might’ve pulled it from the socket, Roman standing up saying - - something, Connor can’t remember, just remembers he was too close, whatever he said too much, so their father’s hand had gone backwards, like batting away a fly. Remembers Shiv then, staring hard at her plate, white faced and stormy eyed, and if it wasn’t for Sally-Anne suddenly leaving the room, their father quick to make chase, who the hell knows where the night might’ve gone.

“You just don’t know when to stop,” Shiv tells him, and Connor ignores them, crouching at the edge of the bathtub, grabbing the glass of water he’d poured earlier off the floor and holding it out to Kendall again. His gaze slips to the finger shaped bruises on his arm, and sometimes, in his dumber moments, he kinda thinks that’s the nut cracked. That Roman’s smacked out of the way, shoved to the side, and Kenny’s yanked closer, Kenny’s held down, but that’s not - - Dad’s not - -

Connor shakes his head, reaches for Kendall’s hand, helps him grip the glass. They’re kids, just like he was, and they just need to learn to keep quiet and do as they’re told. That’s all.

“You with us?” he asks, and Kendall blinks bleary green eyes back at him, unfocused, but then - - there’s a little something. A vague flicker of recognition, of regrounding, and Connor’s knees ache.

“Con?”

“Yeah, Kenny, I’m here.”

It makes Kendall blink, mumble something Connor can’t quite make out, but there’s a smile at his lips, so Connor takes it for a win. He rests his elbow against the cool porcelain rim of the tub, easing the glass to Kendall’s mouth.

“You gonna drink some of this for me?”

“You always do stuff like this,” Shiv continues, and from the corner of Connor’s eye, he can see her finally push off the door, starting towards Roman “Like you’re away half the year and then you come back, and start inserting yourself into things that you don’t know anything about.”

“Oh, I don’t know anything about this? About fucking - - fucking Trainspotting over here?”

Which - -

Connor frowns, even as Kendall fumbles a hand to his wrist, holds onto him as Connor helps him take a drink.

“Aren’t you a little young to be watching stuff like that?”

“We’ve seen worse,” Shiv counters. “Pretty sure Roman’s been jacking it to Clockwork Orange since last summer.”

“Yeah, but only to the regular violence, not the rapey violence, so the internet says there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t like you guys messing around with that either,” Connor says, and he’d gesture to make a point, but Kendall’s really holding onto him now. Sobering up, maybe, something. Connor glances back, but y’know what? He has a point here. “The internet. You know, I’ve heard it was secretly invented by Al Gore, which means Clinton’s probably using it as a backdoor to Dad.”

“Oh my god, Connor,” Shiv groans, as Roman laughs, which chafes, and Connor half twists back towards them, annoyed because, y’know, they’re half his fuckin’ age, and he knows stuff about this, he does, but Roman and Shiv are just grinning at each other now.

“Ooo, yes, well, they’ll be getting all the super secret intel like his favourite sports ball team’s latest score as reported by literally everywhere, and pictures of like - - tits and buttholes.”

“I’m serious, you guys, it’s - - ”

Before he can finish the thought, Kendall suddenly sits up, thrusting his glass back at Connor, and okay, yeah, alright, Connor thinks, sensing the incoming mess. He drops the glass to the ground to stand and haul Kendall up as best he can. The kid’s green around the gills, is the thing, throat lurching and shoulders curling, and Connor glances sideways to Roman as he tries to move Kendall, who’s got all the grace of a reanimated corpse right now, and at least Rome’s already lurching off the toilet seat, fumbling around to help Connor pull their brother bodily out of the tub. There’s a bit of fumbling then, turning, but somehow they manage to link elbows with Kendall in the middle, their knees hitting the tiles simultaneously, just in time for Kendall to drop his head into the bath and vomit.

Behind them, he can hear Shiv gag, and Jesus, Connor’s pretty close to it himself. The splatter of bile (because apparently Kendall hasn’t eaten anything today) loud against the porcelain, and the smell something thin and acidic, diffusing in the bathroom, weaseling into towels and clothes.

“That’s good, Kenny,” Connor says, soothing in the way he used to use with his mom, which - - okay. Not something to spend too much time thinking on. He swallows, adds: “Bet you’re feeling better already, huh?”

Kendall makes a vague spluttering noise, and Roman’s face twists into something between sympathy and disgust, and Connor’s knees really aren’t what they used to be. He shifts on the tiles, feeling his pants catch in the grout line, leaving him off-balance, and he means to push a hand to Kendall’s back, half in quasi-comfort, and half to steady himself, only to discover that Roman’s hand is already there. They don’t acknowledge it, instead Connor just raises his own hand to the back of Kendall’s neck, squeezing gently at the clammy skin there, and watching as Kendall heaves out one last vomit, before he lowers his head to the rim of the bathtub.

“Here it comes,” Roman says, voice flat and hand still sprawled between Kendall’s shoulder blades. “You seen him crash before, man? It’s like watching a lizard fall off the ceiling into a trash compactor.”

“He’s done this before?”

Which is a stupid question, and they all know it. They’ve all seen him sneak off at parties, all seen him waxy skinned and red eyed in the mornings, and Connor’s more wondering when it started. He must’ve been Rome and Shiv’s age, more or less. Younger maybe, but that’s not really something he wants to think about either. Can’t quite balance that. His kid brother, always playing big.  

Still, stupid question or not, Shiv and Roman play along.

“Just a couple of times,” Shiv replies, and when he glances back at her, she’s flattened her bare foot on to the back of Kendall’s, her toes curled around his heel, and it’s a weird sort of gesture, but then Kendall’s foot seems to arch to hold it there, and he thinks he’s got no leg to stand on, not really. After all, she and Kendall are the only two of the four of them who really live together right now, what with Roman at St. Andrews and Connor in Medina. The thought sticks, and Connor thinks - - next school vacation. He’ll get them out with him. He can - - something.

“By that, she means only Wednesdays through Mondays. He gives himself Tuesdays off.”

Roman’s voice is cloying, mocking, and it apparently inspires a fresh exhale. A proper, annoyed breath.

“Fuck you, bro.”

And okay, yeah, Connor can work with that.

“Oh! He’s awake!” Connor crows at the same time Roman says: “He’s aliiive!” in as disturbing a Dr. Frankenstein voice as he can manage, and between them, Kendall swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, resting on his haunches, and their arms are still linked, so it ends up being a whole thing that - - y’know - - not to belabor the point, but Connor’s really not sure his knees are up for anymore.

“Yeah,” is all Kendall says, and it’s weird – this moment where Connor feels him start to pull his arm in, closer, before seemingly changing his mind and disentangling. Instead, Kendall drops his hands to his thighs, curling there for a second before uncurling, and he glances at Connor without actually looking at him, before suddenly turning to Roman. Like this, Connor can’t see his face, can only see the back of his head and the slope of his narrow shoulders, but he can see Roman just past him, and then Shiv too, as she moves from behind them to sit on the edge of the tub, and that’s - - not weird, it’s not. Him and Kendall looking at Roman and Shiv, Roman and Shiv looking at - -

Well.

Not them.

Kendall.

Always to Kendall first.

It’s out of the corner of his eye that Connor sees Kendall raise an arm, his hand coming up to the corner of Roman’s mouth, just enough to thumb at some of the dried blood beneath the cut, and Connor can’t see Kendall’s face, he can’t, but he can hear his hoarse, wet breath, hear the mumbled ‘m sorry, and it’s all it takes for Roman’s face to crack open and for Shiv to stare at the floor like she’d stared at her plate at dinner, her own look closed and stormy again, and Connor thinks he might not even be there. Connor wonders if this is a dream, if its astral projection, if he’s never really with them, always on the outside, looking in, and there’s something inside him that tells him stupid, that tells him they’re teenagers, and Shiv is staring at the floor like she knows not to look up and Roman’s got their father’s ring stamped on his face, and Kendall’s got their father’s fingers wrapped around his arm, and he thinks he can’t look at them.

These kids.

He’s supposed to take care of them.

He drops his gaze to the floor, a tentative hand falling to Kendall’s shoulder, and he hates that it’s a relief, when Kendall doesn’t flinch.

The moment sits, but then, like everything else, it breaks.

“Whatever,” Roman says suddenly to Kendall, loose and warmer than he has any right to be, especially when he adds: “Will you throw up again if I stick my finger in your eye?”

(Which yeah, for the record, he will).

#i am extremely sure the original anon sent this as a brio prompt but look #i am slow these days #and this struck a chord with my succession thoughts at the moment haha #succession fic #hbo succession #connor roy #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv roy

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

I need a brio fic, where Beth and Rio don't know each other (alternate universe) and they're running against each other as city councelors candidates in the same town.

And of course it would be an ennemies and haters to fuc*** to lovers^^

#Anyone #Please #<3 #I beg you #brio prompt #brio fic #brio #beth x rio #rio x beth

[sdktrs12]

“Stop talking and take off your clothes.”  & “How do you want it?” for the brio prompt 🤍

canon divergence, set somewhere in season two -

It had been Annie’s suggestion, which should’ve been the first red flag to signal what a terrible idea this was.  

But Beth had always been bad with red flags.  

(Just look at who she was married to.) 

Annie’s idea that basically boiled down to Beth “finally getting some from someone who actually knows what they’re doing because it’s what you deserve”.  

Of course, after a long night out drinking with no promising prospects, Beth had ended up home alone.  

Or rather, home alone until Rio had popped up.  

It had taken far fewer text exchanges with Annie than she would have thought for her sister to suggest she “just jump gangfriend’s bones”. 

The idea had unfortunately stuck, that very scenario having played out in her mind more times than she could count (or would admit to).

And all it had taken was one simple text message to summon him and he’d magically appeared, looking far more relaxed than she felt.  

But now that she had him here, getting him horizontal was proving rather...difficult.  

Admittedly, she was a bit off her game, as she was in fact very drunk and it had been quite a while since she’d actually had to...seduce anyone, so to speak.  

Rio was proving an exceptionally challenging subject, as he seemed more amused by her vague advances than anything, which was just... 

Great. 

“Annie thinks we should have sex.” Beth finally decides to announce, a nervous giggle escaping as she pours herself a drink that she definitely doesn’t need, but feels appropriate to the situation she’s just put herself in. It feels like a safe bet, putting the blame on her sister while also throwing the idea out there and seeing where it sticks. She takes a deep breath as she picks up the glass and moves around the kitchen island to stand in front of where Rio is currently seated. 

“Is that so?” He asks, settling himself back into his seat, shirt slightly riding up as he does so, looking entirely too comfortable in her home.

“It is.”

He reaches out and takes the glass from her and she thinks about protesting for half a second before deciding it’s probably not a bad idea to cut herself off. “You’re drunk.” He helpfully points out, eyes glistening with mirth as he brings the glass up to his lips and takes a long drink.  

Beth nods sagely in agreement at that, because yes, she very much is. “I was out with the girls earlier. It was a long night.” 

“Mhm. And where your girls at now? Shouldn’t they be here, makin’ sure you’re safely tucked into bed?” 

“They said I was being too picky about my options. They’re the ones who told me to call you.” Beth pokes her finger into his chest, dragging it down a few inches, surprised at how soft the material of his shirt is.  

“Oh, I was your fallback? That’s cold darlin’.”  

Beth shrugs her shoulders, gaze focused on her finger as she continues to drag it down his shirt, swaying forward a bit when it stops at the belt buckle peeking out between the hem and his jeans.  

“What about that husband a’ yours? Where’s he at?” 

Beth snaps out of her daze at the mention of Dean, eyebrows furrowing as she quickly brings her hand up, pressing her finger to Rio’s lips instead. Her eyes widen, another giggle threatening to escape as she fully processes what she’s just done, but there’s no turning back now. So, she pushes forward, lips pursing as she shushes him. There’s only the slightest wobble to her stance when she very firmly tells him, “I just told you that we should have sex. I was expecting less talking and more...taking off each other’s clothes.” 

Beth yelps in protest when Rio’s response is to nip at her finger and she yanks it back, almost smacking herself in the face in the process.

“Ouch?” She says, stunned but doubtful as to any actual pain as she carefully inspects her fingertip for blood. She squints, trying to focus, but it’s all blurry and movement out of the corner of her eye draws her attention back to Rio, who is pushing the stool back to stand.  

“You bit me.” Beth accuses, feeling a little breathless at how tall he is, at how close he is, as she cranes her neck back to look up at him. She feels the shift in her body, how off balance she is, but before she can even think to react, Rio’s hands are firm and steady at her waist, anchoring her in place. 

“Yes.” 

“Yes?” She repeats, confused at his sudden affirmation, every cell in her body hyper focused on his proximity and the heavy feel of his hands wrapped around her.  

“I bit you.” He patiently reminds her and Beth’s lips part as she nods her head, suddenly caught in how soft and patient his eyes are in this very moment.   

“Oh. Right. What’re you like a vampire or something?” 

“Sure.” 

The skin around his eyes crinkles as he smiles and Beth can’t help but respond in kind, a smile playing at her own lips as she leans into him, hands coming out to tentatively spread out across his chest, fingers flexing against the soft fabric of his t-shirt once again. 

“So, how—” Beth pauses, taking a deep breath in before swallowing, hard. They’d gotten this far, might as well follow the whole way through. “—how do you...want it?”  

His gaze turns serious this time as he seems to finally be considering her proposition and when he ducks his head down a moment later, she thinks, finally this is it, he’s going to kiss her, but he misses her mouth completely, curving around to her ear instead and she frowns in confusion until he says, “Aight, alchy, this has been fun and all, but I think it’s time to call it a night, yeah?” before using the hands at her waist to gently turn her around and guide her toward her room. 

And...okay, so that could have gone better.  

“You’re going to tuck me in?” She asks, leaning her head back to bat her eyelashes up at him and this time she does laugh, she can’t help it, she feels so stupid, and thank god she won’t remember any of this in the morning.  

“Sure.” 

And he does just that, making sure she gets safely into bed... 

And she doesn’t remember any of it come morning. 

Thanks so much for sending, anon! 💕 [prompts.]

#asks #fanfiction #writing #beth x rio #brio #good girls nbc #prompts #writing silly season two nonsense is my fav

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Hi! Lemme start off by saying I am obsessed with your work!!! Have you ever considered taking prompts or doing fics based on prompt lists? You would slay the shit out of those!

Aw, thank you so much, Anon! That means a lot. ❤️❤️❤️

I haven’t really tried too many prompts. Mostly because a scenario really has to somehow speak to me for the words to come. I do find inspiration in many places. Everything people post, stories people write, the observations we’re all still sharing about this insane couple… It all adds up to ideas. I’m a terrible plot author. I tend to focus more on individual moments and the meaning behind them. The detail of the unspoken is my favorite. And the meaning behind what does end up being spoken is equally as appealing. In that sense, idk how well I’d do with plot prompts. I’m not unwilling to try though. I just finished the work I’ve been writing, and pending revisions which I’ll complete before Friday, I have no other writing plans. Send your prompts over or tag me in anything you come across you think may work. I’ll definitely think about it and see if anything formulates. I appreciate your confidence in me!

#prompts #asks #brio #fanfic writing

[peachraindrops]

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summary: rio whisks a stressed out beth away for the weekend where they fall into some unavoidable feelings

#gg prompt #beth x rio #brio #nbc good girls #one-shot #gg fanfic #beth boland #rio good girls

[rhadinesthes]

@n-brio That burger sounds so vile it made me decide that Cortex also deserves pizza.

#Crash Bandicoot #Cortex #Brio #Shitpost #Sketch #The patties have banana chunks inside #I was gonna color this but I messed up the line layers #Prompt from tags on another set of sketches #This is my contribution to April Fool's Day shenanigans #My art #Art of Content

[littleengine74]

20 Questions For Writers

Didn’t actually get tagged on this, but it looked like a fun one. 🤣

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

AO3 says I have 24. Huh.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

288,626 since I started in 2021, which seemed like a lot to me until I realized 179,551 of those belong to the second thing I ever wrote, a massive 4 part series covering from Rio’s resurrection to their inevitable HEA.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Veronica Mars brought me to AO3. The Punisher (Kastle) made me think for the first time about writing prompts, but it was the Good Girls (Brio) fandom that finally got me to put the proverbial pen to paper.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Even If It Hurts (Part 3 of Walk Through The Fire series)

2. Sanctuary (Part 2 of Walk Through The Fire series)

3. Get Your House In Order (Part 1 of Walk Through The Fire series)

4. By My Side (Part 4 of Walk Through The Fire series)

5. What Would Elizabeth Do?

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to, at least. Sorry if I’ve missed any, sometimes I lose track of the notification emails.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, definitely Enemy of My Enemy. Hardest fic for me to finish. Not fluffy. No HEA. Rio is aaaaaangry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm… there’s a lot to choose from cause I looooove a soft, fluffy Brio. If you can slog through the 4 part series, it covers the most ground, ending years after the show. It’s loosely based on canon to start, but veers off.

8. Do you get hate on your fics?

Hmm… Not really. Luckily just one I can think of. A vague accusation that all my ideas were suspiciously like a lot of other ones on AO3… except those other writers did it way better. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I blocked them and figured if anything, it meant I’d finally “made it”. 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I try to. I aim for the kind I think people will enjoy reading, but I often alternate between worrying it’s either a little too cheesy, or over the top.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t, but I would never say never. There are some I would *love* for other people to write, though. Karen Page (Punisher) and Steve Rogers (Captain America)… Intrepid reporter interviews national hero after the Battle of New York. Neither are looking for anything, but sparks fly. Anyone? Anyone??? 🤣

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but wouldn’t it be awesome if AO3 had a button that would do that automatically?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Again, no. I won’t say it would never happen, but I’m a bit of a lone wolf writer. Strict deadlines, etc are tough for me, so I think I’d find a co-writing situation very stressful.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

It has to be Brio. 🥰

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This is a tough one. I don’t tend to release fics until they’re finished, so I don’t have any orphaned stories out there crying out for a happy ending. I do have a dozen or so ideas that are in various stages of completion. Some are almost done(ish), so I suspect the ones that are less likely to get finished are the ones that are literally a sentence fragment… barely a complete idea. I mean, they’re great random scattered thoughts, but… Yeah.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told my Brio characterizations are good.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmmm… Dialogue and smut. My descriptions aren’t bad, but my writing style isn’t as “flowy” as I’d sometimes like.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’m not bilingual, so if I include another language in a fic I tend to keep it fairly short and straightforward to lessen the chance of getting it wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Good Girls. First and only.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don’t mind rereading (most of) my own stuff. I have a special soft spot for ones where Brio interacts with the kids, like Smarter Than Your Average Gang Friend (Rio gets shown up by the Jane), and In Sickness (Jane’s sick and Rio shows Beth an uncharacteristic kindness).

Not tagging anyone in particular. Please, jump in!

#ask game #gg fanfic #brio #brio fanfiction

[pynkhues]

Heyyy Annie and Beth or Kate and Edwina(31 or 42)

Hey! Thank you!! Let's go GG, Annie and Beth, 42 - braiding the other's hair for this one.

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A retch, a wet splatter against porcelain, a groan, and then another – this one beside her – as Dean rolls over in their bed.

“I can’t do another night of this, Beth, I’ve got that sales rep from Buick in the morning, and - - ”

“I know,” she whispers back, keeping her tone low, soothing, to try and ease the nasal whine out of his. She’s already halfway out of bed anyway, something he should’ve heard given the mattress springs in their old bed whine with every toss and turn, but she knows it’s not really the point. Knows she can’t ask more from him than what she already has. “Go back to sleep, I’ll take care of her.”

In this regard, at least, Dean doesn’t need to be told twice, and Beth’s grateful for it as she toes into her fluffy slippers and ducks out of their bedroom, finding her way into the cold stretch of the living space. Their apartment is barely big enough for the two of them really – an open plan thing that only really seems to be that way to hide the fact that it’s mostly just one modest-sized room, a kitchenette crushed into one corner, and a scrap of carpet meant to indicate a lounge in the other. Still, between the bedroom, bathroom and sleepout, it had felt like something real. A starter home for an aspiring homemaker – at least, that’s what she’d believed when she and Dean had signed the lease.

She really should’ve known better.

Shouldering into the bathroom, Beth sighs at the sight of her teenaged sister slumped on the floor beside the toilet, her face damp with sweat and tears and the acrid smell of vomit thick in the air.

Annie offers up a two-finger salute.

“Yo,” she says, and Beth closes the door behind her.

“You sound worse than you did after mom’s birthday last year,” Beth tells her, and Annie huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, well, what can I say? I don’t have a stomach full of butterscotch schnapps to dull the senses, just a stomach full of baby.”

“I hate that expression,” Beth says, crossing the tiny space to grab a damp cloth from the side of the tub. She crouches down beside her sister, careful to give her slow-swelling belly space, and mops up some of the vomit at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not in your stomach, it’s not a food baby.”

Tilting her head into Beth’s hand, Annie stares up at her, her brown, doe eyes a little glassy and a lot tired, and Beth can’t help it – the way her touch gets a little gentler. God, when did Annie get old enough for any of this?

“Would you rather I said womb baby?”

And okay, Beth can’t quite bite back the grin at that.

“I feel like the womb part is implied.”

“Hey, test tube babies are a thing.”

“Yeah, but they still put them in your womb eventually.”

“That’s so weird.”

“No weirder than getting knocked up in a Denny’s parking lot.”

A squawk escapes Annie’s mouth at that, and Beth laughs quietly this time, tossing the washcloth back into the tub and moving to offer her hand to help Annie up. She thinks she has some tea bags in the kitchen – remembers buying some after reading that it can help with this – but before she gets the chance, Annie groans again, lurching sideways.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to hurl.”

And right. Beth quickly moves out of the way as Annie climbs up on her knees, turning to drop her head into the toilet bowl and with the first retch, Beth finds herself at her sister’s back, fighting to keep her hair out of - - well, anything. She can feel Annie start to tremble, and before she even realizes it, Beth starts to hum as she braids her sister's hair back – not lullabies or anything so winsome, but the Captain Planet theme song – smiling to herself when Annie lets out a shaky laugh.

“Why do they call it morning sickness when it happens whenever it wants?”

“I mean, it’s technically morning,” Beth says. “I think it’s like, 1.30 or something.”

Annie groans again, and Beth reaches for a scrunchie off the sink, looping it around the end of the braid, and vaguely, she thinks of Dean in the other room again. Wonders if Dean would be in here with her if she was the one with her head in the toilet, but for some reason, the image doesn’t stick. It’s always Annie at her back, or Ruby, and so she shakes her head, lets the thought fall away before she can think any more of it.

“’m sorry,” Annie says, her voice so young, and Beth shakes her head, smile slipping from her face as she takes in her sister’s shrunken body.

“You can’t help it.”

Because she can’t, and Annie makes a noise before she vomits again, and Beth thinks this is just how life creeps in – her starter home for an aspiring homemaker – god, stupid. She’s still just her, still just Beth, still a sister first and a wife second, and soon she’ll be an aunt and one day she knows she’ll be a mother, that any home she makes won’t ever truly be hers, and she wonders when she has all of it, what will come first then.

(Sister still, she thinks, knows, hand sloping down Annie’s back. Always sister first.)

Touch prompts

Prompts filled so far:

Succession, Roman and Shiv, pinky swear

Bridgerton, Anthony x Kate, washing the other's body

#thank you! #this was a nice one #as much as i love writing brio i also really love writing the girls pre-canon #so this was a lovely opp to do that #annie + beth #annie marks #beth boland #nbc good girls #gg fic #touch prompts #welcome to my ama

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Brio Fic Week 2024 Result!!!!!

Here are the result!!! I combine the ao3 and tumblr result!!!!

Once again...Infinitely thank you everyone!!!!! You can't know how much it's make me happy to see so much enthousiasm from you, so, just thank you <3333333

Date : Last week of March 2024 ( From Monday, March 25 2024, to, Monday, 1st April 2024)

Tropes :

Day 1 : Fake Dating

Day 2 : Surnatural Au (Vampire, Witches, Werewolf, Vampire...^^ Etc...)

Day 3 : Write something based on a song or quote that reminds you of them

Day 4 : Brio and each other kids

Day 5 : They wear each other's clothes or accessories

Day 6 : They were neighbors (the roomates tropes for adult^^)

Day 7 : Because It has an equality....I decide to write both...You can choose wich one you prefer OR write both^^ : Movie Or Book Au (choose a movie or even a tv show, or a book and replace the characters with Brio) And Activities as a couple (sports, dancing, shopping, movie nights, etc.)

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Bonus Day/Day 8 : WRITE EVERYTHING YOU WANT!!! ALL YOUR IDEAS, OR PROMPT, OR THE TROPES WHO DIDN'T WIN.....EVERYTHING!!!!!!

To Your Keyboards, Or Pens ^^ <3

I CAN'T WAIT <33333

Ps : If you post your fic here please tag #brioficweek2024, like that I can find your work and reblog it <3

#brioficweek2024 #THANK YOU EVERYONE #<3 #beth x rio #rio x beth #Brio #gg #nbc good girls #good girls nbc #gg fic #brio fic #brio fanfic #brio fanfiction #result #brio gg #brio good girls

[sdktrs12]

“Is somebody jealous?” For brio

Set in a vague post season four timeline -

Beth shuffles through the paperwork in front of her, pulling out the latest inventory sheet, pen at the ready as her eyes scan down the list. “There should be double what’s listed for number eleven and five should be split into two shipments.” Beth sighs as she makes the notations next to each number, hand coming up to adjust her glasses when they slip slightly down the slope of her nose. “Who the hell put this together?”  “You know who.” There’s a tinge of amusement laced into the answer and Beth bites her lip as she glares down at the paper, gaze involuntarily sliding to the bottom where a set of initials has been signed off.   “I thought we agreed that she wasn’t ready for this level of responsibility–”  “Riley’s good, it’s all good. You decided you wanted to keep your hands clean, so you ain’t gotta worry about who’s handling what now.”  “Well, when she’s clearly messing up something as simple as–”  “Elizabeth.” There’s much less amusement in this response and Beth glances up just in time to see Rio’s fingers come up to press into the bridge of his nose, the deep furrow to his eyebrows showing just how exasperated he is. “We’ve run through her system and it works. It’s all good. She knows what she’s doin’.” 

A sharp knot settles in her stomach as her cheeks flush and Beth shifts in her seat, her fingers once again finding the rim of her glasses, adjusting them even though it’s not needed this time.   “I’m just concerned. I don’t understand why she can’t just stick to the system that I–we had in place before. I left very thorough instructions. Why try to fix something that isn’t broken? And frankly, I’m not terribly impressed by what I’m seeing here.” Beth stabs the pen at the inventory list, a little harder than she intended, she realizes as she feels the paper give underneath the pen’s tip.   Rio huffs out a laugh as he leans forward, hands settled atop the counter as he laces his fingers loosely together. “Hol’ up. Is somebody jealous?”   The side of his mouth quirks up with the question and Beth feels her flush deepen as her lips part slightly, an indignant puff of air escaping as she rolls her eyes. “I am not–I can’t believe you would even suggest–all I’m saying is maybe this transition was a little rushed...” Beth flinches as she trails off, unable to control how fast the words stumble out of her mouth, the sharp knot in her stomach spreading to her chest. She tosses the pen down, reaching out to gather up the papers spread out before her, assembling them into a neat pile, ignoring the tiny hole now poked through the initials on the top sheet. “Maybe it would be best if I were to still personally oversee some of these areas until we can find a more suitable replacement. Now, if there isn’t anything else, I think we’re done here.”  Rio huffs out another laugh as he nods his head, sucking in his bottom lip when she reaches out to hand him the stack of papers. He takes them from her, fingertips gently brushing against her own, bottom lip releasing into a grin when he replies, “You got it, boss.” 

Thanks for sending love! 💕 [prompts.]

#asks #writing #fanfiction #beth x rio #brio #good girls nbc #prompts

[janzoo]

So this was supposed to be for a multiamory prompt for "kiss", but...the actual kissing part didn't work out. Still! This turned out pretty well so I'm posting it anyway.

The last couple of polycule poses I did seemed very "Aymeric and Estinien turning to Drakyr for comfort", at least to me. So here's Drakyr turning to Estinien and Aymeric for comfort in turn. The vibes I had in mind were that Estinien and Drakyr were cuddling when Aymeric returned home to Drakyr's cottage, and is now joining in on the tenderness.

Either way, still cute, poses look pretty decent...here ya go.

Bonus Brio being wonky under the cut.

Behold! Estinien in Drakyr's colours. Clearly their fanfiction-typical child or something. (You know, the whole "kids have the colours of their opposite-sex parent" thing.)

#janzoo plays ffxiv #ffxiv #aymeric de borel #estinien varlineau #my ocs #my wol #oc: drakyr saovine #oc: drakyr saovine (relationships) #drakstimeric

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Heyy! I was wondering do you take requests? I’m pretty new to the Brio community lol and I saw you write stories about the two.

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the ask and welcome to the Brio community!

I certainly admire authors who can create based on prompts. I mentioned in this post that prompts are not something I’ve done in the past. Mostly because I find it difficult to gain inspiration from just an idea for a particular scenario. What kinds of fics are you looking for? There are so many works already made. Maybe we can all recommend something that fits what you’re envisioning for them. Or maybe some of the GG authors will feel inspiration based on your ideas and can create something that will speak to you. Please feel free to share! Keep the fandom going through CPR. 😆

#asks #prompts #good girls nbc #brio #fic writing

[peachraindrops]

Okay you wanted prompts????? Well this won't leave me alone and I want to write but also no time so..... I can't stop thinking about Beth freaking out about her life with Dean being an absolute shit bag and actually divorcing him but his mother filles to take to kids, and she just needs to get away because her kids are her life but Dean has temporary custody while the courts figure everything out.

Cue Rio whisking her away for a weekend....

Do with that what you will love 🥃

hi! i'm ashamed at how long it took me to answer this. somehow it turned into a 3k fic so my bad but you can find it here. hope you like it!

#gg prompts #gg fanfic #beth x rio #brio #beth boland #rio good girls #nbc good girls

[riosnecktattoo]

WIP motivation game

Tagged by @foxmagpie and @juuuuunaaaaaooooo thanksss! ❤️

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It's fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count and add a "show results" for the other vote option).

Tag anyone you think may also want to play (no pressure of course).

Whichever WIP gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of a chapter, move to the WIP with the second-highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to the poll or in a reblog!

Tagging: @querenaxx @inyoursheets

#tag game #beth x rio #brio #these will all be one shots #anon who sent me that first date cherry trees ask im not ignoring you #i just want to answer with a little ficlet #nbc good girls

[phloxmagpie]

Hi! , A random prompt idea, a Brio scene inspired by one of your favorite Jess x Rory scenes ( or any of your other fav otp scenes) please . 🥰 ✨

After she uses her elbow to make some room on the counter completely obscured by an array of dirty mixing bowls, open spice jars, and soiled paper towels, Beth sets down the dish. Then she tosses the sweet potatoes with a dressing of oil, balsamic, lime juice, and cilantro she’d whisked together earlier, and grabs her phone to flip back from her text thread with Dean to Instagram. 

rio_dedinero: you going for first place?

making.marks: It’s not really a competition

rio_dedinero: isnt it tho

making.marks: No! It’s a fundraiser. The money goes to all of us.

rio_dedinero: but whoever has the best basket gets the highest bidder… that’s the winner yeah?

making.marks: Technically. I guess.

She says it as if it hadn’t already crossed her mind, as if it didn’t inform her choice to make such an elaborate spread for her own basket. She didn’t know if Dean would bring enough money for her to get the highest bid (or if he was coming at all now), but she did know that no basket would be worth more than hers. (And she knew Mrs. Yoder, the Culinary Club advisor, would be impressed, too.)

rio_dedinero: so are you gonna win or not marks?

Nibbling on her thumbnail, she glances around the room. Then, impulsively, she stacks every dirty dish she can by the sink, takes a soapy sponge to the kitchen island, and pulls every single one of her Tupperware out of the fridge. With a hop, she perches on her step stool and then snaps and sends him an aerial photo of her spread, making sure to choose a filter that makes the colors pop—the reds of the watermelon and tomatoes, the greens of the jalapeños and cilantro, the oranges of the hummus and potatoes. 

Slipping her phone into her apron pocket, Beth dumps the dry ingredients into the other bowl and stirs. She swipes her finger through the concoction and tastes the perfect hint of chili powder. Licking her lips, she pours the finished brownie mix into the baking pan. Then, while carrying it over to the oven, she sneaks a peek at her phone again. 

rio_dedinero: goddamn 

rio_dedinero: nobody else stands a fucking chance 

making.marks: ☺️

rio_dedinero: maybe ill have to come bid

Beth stares at the words on the screen, and suddenly she feels warm all over, scorching, even—like the entire kitchen is sweltering in the heat of the oven. Her tongue feels thick and heavy in her mouth, and when she tries to think of something to respond, she finds her head is as empty as the batter bowl she’d just scraped clean. 

A text pops up at the top of the screen. 

Dean again.

What was taking him so long between texts, anyway?

its a friends birthday today

Instinctively, she knows it’s Amber’s. She doesn’t need to check—doesn’t need to see the post that she knows will be there of her wearing a tiara or a sash or something else stupid, like a birthday girl crop top—but she does anyway. 

Or she does after she impulsively double taps Rio’s last message and the little red heart appears, at least. 

She types one final message to Dean. 

It’s as important as you want it to be. 

Then she turns off her phone. 

#this prompt made my INSANE ty anon #i've weaved so many rory/jess moments into delinquents but i always wanted to do the picnic scene and never could make it fit #this gave me the perfect excuse #i wrote 3k yesterday and i'm not even at the picnic bidding yet lol #wip stuff #going once going twice

[sillywoman01]

New Good Girls / Brio Fanfic Posted on A03

Written for Tumbr prompt #17 for Fictober " Are you Serious?"

Title: Not The Right Time

Fandom: Good Girls

Chapters: 1 of 4

Rating: M

SUMMARY; High School Senior Beth is ecstatic when the most popular guy in school, Dean Boland, asks her out. Lacking in experience with dating, she goes to her close friend’s younger brother, Rio, who has a serious girlfriend and much more experience than she does, for dating advice. He doesn’t seem enthused to help her but reluctantly agrees. They spend a lot of time together and grow closer with each ‘dating lesson’. After several disastrous dates with Dean, Beth is convinced that Rio is sabotaging her dating life. Beth may just find out what it means to find love where you least expect it with the person you didn’t expect to find it with.

#brio fanfiction #nbc good girls #brio #beth x rio #high school au #Rio #rio x beth #brio fic #flufftober2022 #fictober 2022 #fictober22 #17 #Brio fanfic #Nbc good girls fanfiction #good girls fanfic #Not the Right time