#i promise i'm gonna clean it up and colour it tomorrow but i wanted you to have something on your actual bday

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ january 2024

☆ STATISTICS.

projects worked on: The Gemini Heist. also i glanced at Andromeda Rogue but gave up on that real quick

proudest accomplishment: i uhhh drew some really cool gemini heist aus

books read: The Long Way to a Small and Angry Planet by Becky Chambers; The Blighted Stars by Megan E O'Keefe; System Collapse (Murderbot Diaries #7) by Martha Wells. i got the first one for christmas and I CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH. the other too were really good too.

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

hi! i have been very scarce from writeblr lately (and that's probably not gonna change soon) but i am alive and still creating! i mostly drew this month tbh but i did get some writing in, surprisingly!

you may or may not have noticed, but i'm no longer putting my wordcount in these updates. i've realized it's just not a valid metric for me to be measuring my progress. like, just because i haven't written any words in my draft doesn't mean i didn't make progress on my wip in other ways. and it doesn't make sense to use it for things like editing or revising, where words get cut all the time.

in wip news: i'm still reaaaally struggling to edit andromeda rogue, and after tinkering with it a bit at the beginning of the month, i made myself put it aside until february. which is... tomorrow. we'll see how that goes.

in the meantime i got some progress on gemini heist!

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0)

this has got to be the messiest drafts i've ever written. my first drafts are usually somewhat clean, but this? it's placeholder city in here, i've skipped writing any kind of description, there are plot holes that i only realized existed later but forced myself to ignore for now in favour of moving forward. this is fine.

i'm not going to lie... i still don't have most of the heist figured out. i'm a plantser but i've been pantsing a lot more than planning and it feels like i'm flying blind and i'm gonna crash into a wall at any moment. this is totally fine.

not to mention, a ship i did not expect has emerged and punched me in the face, and since i have little self control, everything is even more messy, especially between these characters, and i have no clue how the hell i'm gonna resolve any of this. everything is fine. (and no, i'm not saying who is involved, but at least [REDACTED] has two hands. sorta.)

i'm having fun, though. that's what matters, right?

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

since i haven't really posted any writing in a hot minute, here's a slightly longer, VERY gay excerpt 😏 for context, this is right before the girls are set to crash a coronation party, and Gabi has asked Euna to help with her makeup 😌

“Thank you,” Gabi said, beginning to stand. “It’s not done,” Euna protested, taking her wrist to pull her back down. “I still have to do your lips.” “Oh,” Gabi said, settling back onto the bunk. She squirmed in place. “It’s not that important— I don’t want to take up any more of your time—” “It won’t take long,” Euna promised, taking out a tube of shimmering pink lipstick. She brought her other hand up to Gabi’s face, pausing right before touching her. “May I?” Gabi nodded, her neck bobbing slightly as she swallowed.  Euna gently cupped Gabi’s chin and drew her closer so she could see better, uncapping the tube with her teeth and spitting it out onto the bunk. Gabi sucked in an audible breath as Euna pressed the lipstick against her top lip and carefully smeared colour and glitter from one side to the other. Her hand slowed as it dragged the stick in the opposite direction along Gabi’s bottom lip, coming to a complete stop when she reached the end. For a moment, she stayed frozen in place, holding the lipstick to the corner of Gabi’s mouth, her other palm pressed against Gabi’s warm cheek, feeling her racing pulse at the tips of her fingers.  “Is… is something wrong?” Gabi asked in a whisper, barely moving her lips. Euna quickly withdrew both her hands from Gabi’s face. “No,” she said, groping the covers around her to retrieve the cap. “Just, ah, making sure I’d done it correctly.”

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[saunteredvaguelydownward]

a moth wip for rob @mollyglock

#mollyglock #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROB #sorry i couldn't get this finished before my dnd game tonight #i promise i'm gonna clean it up and colour it tomorrow but i wanted you to have something on your actual bday #lily arts

[timeandspacenovelist]

Dinner at Criri XEE8

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Feeling guilty for the events of Into the Dalek, the Doctor decides to take Clara out for dinner. It doesn't go quite as planned....

Notes : This was an idea I had in mind to do for a good few months and I'm especially happy to see it finally come to fruition.

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“See you tomorrow!” was what Clara told the teacher passing her on her way out of the classroom.

Another day, another attempt to get the children to learn. Today wasn’t so bad though, actually. She actually had a bit of fun. The students were attentive. Courtney wasn’t that annoying, and she finished her lesson ahead of time. It was pretty nice. She breezed past a few students as she made her way to her favorite spot after school, at least on Wednesdays. But before she reached there, she remembered she promised Danny she’d sort out something for a field trip. No problem, she’d just meet the Doctor and tell him she’ll be back in a minute. She opened the door to the supply cupboard and, just like the week before, met the Doctor standing right in front of her, looking… a bit nervous if she was honest.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Ready to go?” the Doctor asked, shuffling awkwardly.

“In a minute. I just need to sort out something with Danny first.”

“Who’s that?”

“Co worker. You don’t know him… yet.”

Sounds boring. I need you now. Come on, come on, come on.”

“Alright. Alright. What’s gotten into you? Whatever you have planned for us, can wait. I just need to-“

“I’m taking you out for dinner!”

A sly smile appeared on Clara’s face. “Oh... Oh, this I have to hear.”

“Well, come inside then.”

The Doctor quickly moved inside, with Clara following closely behind. The Tardis was set into flight and he stood at the console, hands in his pockets. Clara, meanwhile, sat on a chair, arms folded, hoping that whatever this was, was worth it.

“The restaurant is kinda fancy so it’s better if you dress more appropriately.” He advised her.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not going anywhere until I get an explanation for the sudden desire for taking me out for dinner. Explanation now please.”

“You maybe want to do your hair as well. It’s been looking kinda weird lately.”

“Doctor? Explanation.”

“Fine. I... I know I messed up with the Dalek stuff last week. I should have been more mindful of you. I don’t think I deserved the slap but-“

“I beg to differ.”

“But.... I deserved the telling off.”

“You got there in the end though, which was good.” Clara told him with a smile.

“So....in order to make up for that, I felt that we could maybe head out for dinner at a restaurant.“

“And what is this restaurant you’re so keen to take me to?”

“Well...it’s not particularly a restaurant in itself. More a restaurant planet. Criri XEE8, the best of its kind in the entire universe, at least that I know of.”

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....” Clara teased, with a smirk.

“No, no! This is not a date!”

“Haha! What is it then?”

“It’s.... an outing to a restaurant to make up for the mistake I made last week.”

“So you’re trying to make me feel better about last week...by taking me on a date?....”

“I told you it’s not a date...” he said, a red hue appearing on his cheeks, which only promptly made Clara giggle when seeing it.

“Some things never change. The Doctor and his snog box taking girls to fancy restaurants after he nearly gets them trapped inside a Dalek.”

“It is not a snog box! Look, do you want to come on not?”

“What happens if I say no?”

“Then I..I... we’ll go to a Nando's instead.”

“Hmm, I do like a good Nando's chicken though...”

“Clara.."

“Fine. We’ll go to your restaurant planet. You best give me a good time there after what happened with the Dalek.”

“I had no intention to do anything less.”

Clara gave him one more sly smile before heading inside the Tardis halls to head to her room to change. The Doctor went to the Tardis’ scanner screen and just cleaned up his suit a bit (He wasn’t going to change; he looked perfect already in his mind.) He sighed as he finished, pondering Clara’s assertions earlier.

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....”

Was it a date? He was taking her out to dinner. In all his lives, that usually involved taking the person out on a date. But he was sure he didn’t want to take her on a date. It was just a nice outing between friends, right? Right? But what if he wanted it to be a date?…. No. It can’t be that. He made a promise. He made a vow to himself and to Clara, and he was going to stick to it.

“Clara, I’m not your boyfriend.”

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t be…. that for her. Not anymore, not how he is now. Maybe one day? Maybe when the next change comes. Hopefully, she’d still be there by that point. Maybe then he can be the man she deserves…

His thoughts were interrupted by Clara’s voice as she came out of the halls, attired for the location they were going to. She appeared in a stunningly beautiful dress, her makeup light but on point and her hair done up nicely. She even had a shawl to complete the look.

“Right. I thought this was a good choice, but I’m due for some second opinions on it. The Tardis wasn’t much help in that department. So, how do I look?”

The Doctor wanted to use several adjectives that he used for only the most attractive things he knew. But he bit his tongue, and remembered his promise and vow, as much as hurt.

“Fine.”

“That’s the best I’m gonna get, so I’ll take it. Come on, let’s go.”

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The Doctor offered his arm to join and Clara did so, and with a smile (and a tiny blush), the two left the Tardis and made their way towards the restaurant. The restaurant wasn't that much different from any ones on Earth, but it was when they got inside, did Clara realize its alien nature. The patrons and the staff were a mixture of several different species and shapes and sizes and colours. They met up with the waiter at the front, a blue skinned alien himself.

“Good evening. How may I help you?”

“Ah, hello. Good evening. I made a reservation, under the name, John Smith.” The Doctor said, as Clara rolled his eyes with a smile at him using his human name.

“Let me check... Ah, here we are. John Smith, party of two.”

“That’s us.” Clara said, excitedly, ready for the dinner.

“Right this way, please.” The waiter told them, as he took them to their seats, a nice window table at the further end of the restaurant, away from a lot of the crowds, much to Clara’s surprise.

“Wow, these seats are great. How did you get them?”

“Benefit of time travel. I went back in time and made the reservation months ago.”

“Well, I must say, it was worth it.”

“So you like it?” he asked, as his eyes widened in hope.

“Oh yeah. This place is pretty swanky and cool. I’ve been in places like this before, but you know, it usually wasn’t full of aliens.”

“I just wanted to do something nice, like I said, to make up for what happened last week.”

“Honestly, I forgave you for that almost instantly. I just was a bit angry at that moment, and a bit worried.”

“…. Why worried?” the Doctor’s eyes narrowed onto Clara’s, as his head tilted.

“Sigh.. I just... wasn’t sure if you’d be able to get us out of that situation. That’s all.”

“It’s not like we’ve not encountered worse before.”

“I know... but... I’m just a bit wary, you know? After what happened with that half face man.”

The Doctor’s countenance dropped as Clara reminded him of that, the blood slightly drawing away from his face. If she was honest, that moment kept Clara awake that whole week. Constantly worrying, wondering if that moment was a sign of things to come. What if it wasn’t just a plan next time? What if he really did leave her in danger to save himself? She didn’t know what he was capable of in this regeneration. Deep down in her gut, she felt, or hoped, that he was still the same bowtie lover he always was and that he’d always be there for her. But she… couldn’t rely on her gut now. Not with how he was these days.

“Oh.... I...” was all he could muster, knowing he had no argument against it.

“Look. I know that you did what you had to do, and you did save me. But I just wished you had just told me what the plan was. I was so scared. So terrified that you’d never come back for me.”

Not knowing what else to really do, the Doctor put her hand on Clara’s. It wasn’t instant or immediate; he eased it onto her. He knew that they weren’t at the level they used to be, but he could still comfort and be there for her, in whatever way he could.

“… I can’t apologize enough for that. I just... might have expected that you’d just know, know that I was coming back… I thou-”

“Well, you thought wrong. We’re not at that level right now, ok?” she said, slightly angered as her voice rose.

There was a brief silence between them. She sighed. She was a bit rude there, and she knew it. She took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Sorry. Just… don’t do it again, please. From now on, we tell each other everything when we’re on our travels. That way, we can keep tabs on each other and not have the other worrying.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, with a faux salute and a smile.

“Hopefully you listen to your teacher for once, haha. The Tardis showed me your grades.“

The Doctor silently swore under his breath, vowing to give the ship a good talking to, while Clara continued laughing, the two of them settling in. The two sat in silence again briefly, just enjoying the atmosphere, before the waiter from before brought them their menus.

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“I suppose you can give me some advice on what to order. You’re the one with the diverse palette.” She said, confused at the meals on the menu.

“I mean there should be human food available too if you like.”

“Nope. You were kind enough to bring me here, so I will try something different. Something new.” She said, with a longing glance at him that went unseen.

“Right then. Ummm, for a starter we can try Pasteurized Gurlites sparkles. Not too heavy, and tastes really nice. Don’t let the sparkles name confuse you, they’re not that sweet.”

“Uh-huh. Main course then?” she said, eyes still perusing the menu.

“Well, there’s the Steamed Volcers lattuces. River and I had them once, and they were delicious. That’s a good choice.”

“Yep. Dessert then?”

“I mean, can’t go wrong with ice cream.”

“Right....”

“Found anything else you’d like to try instead?”

“That’s the thing. Outside of ice cream, I’ve not seen any of the dishes you mentioned.”

“What?! Let me see.” The Doctor said, taking the menu from her, “That’s... strange. You’re right.”

“I usually am...”

“The waiter must have given you the wrong menu. Let me get you a different one. “

“No, no. I’ll do it.” She told him as she called the waiter over to their table.

“Yes, Ms?”

“I’m afraid you may have brought me the wrong menu. If you’d be so kindly as to just change it, please.” She informed him with a smile.

The Doctor handed over the menu to the waiter who took it and went to walk away, but as he took a brief look at it, he returned to the table, which slightly perplexed the Doctor and Clara.

“No, this is the right menu, Ms.“

“No, it’s not. It’s not got any of the foods on his menu, bar a few exceptions.”

“Well, yes, because it’s a children’s menu.”

The Doctor snickered upon hearing that, knowing exactly why the waiter may have given her that menu, but Clara gave him a mean look which got him to quiet down. He wasn’t wanting another slap in consecutive weeks. She began to breathe in and out deeply, getting angry, but calmed herself down. It was just a mistake; she had to remind herself. That’s all it was.

“Ok...so you made a mistake. No big deal. We all do. It happens. Now, take it back and get me a different menu. I am not a child, so I would need the adult menu.”

“Oh....” the waiter said, his eyes widening.

“Oh.... what?”

“It’s just that on my planet, only children are as short or shorter than you. Ms.”

After already having her nightmares of being left by the Doctor dredged up and that fear and worry returning to the surface, needless to say, Clara did not take that well.

“How dare you? How dare you? My friend and I, out of the goodness of our hearts, decide to give this restaurant a chance. Out of all the ones we’ve could have gone to. We chose this one, and this is how you treat me.”

“Well, Ms-“

“You decided without any kind of interest or care in anything that you’d make an assumption, a guess about me, purely because of my height. Not even because of customs on my planet, but because of prejudices based on your own.”

“But Ms...”

“What?!”

“... You are still short.”

The Doctor’s involuntary wince upon hearing the waiter’s last statement showed he knew what was coming next. Now the entire restaurant’s eyes were on Clara and the waiter, having gotten their attention a few minutes ago. Clara smiled strangely and giggled. The Waiter smiled back, thinking that the worst was over, but boy, was he wrong.

Clara simply rose out of her chair, took a deep breath and.... jumped onto him, grabbing his lapels, and forcing him to the ground. Before she could do any further damage, the Doctor pulled her away.

By that point, the head of staff arrived on the scene. He surveyed the situation quickly and without hesitation threw out the Doctor and Clara. The two found themselves back in the Tardis, with their stomachs grumbling, kicked out of the restaurant, and hopefully without an assault charge in Clara’s name. When they arrived inside, Clara simply sat down, put her hands on face and sulked, sighing. _____________________________________________________________

“I messed up, big time.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I should have acted much better.”

“You should have.”

“I’m really sorry.. For ruining your perfect night.” She said, putting her head down in shame.

The Doctor walked over to her, and in a rare show of confidence, put his arm around her in a small hug, before releasing it immediately. “It’s alright. I forgive you. Besides...I’m kinda glad you did that.”

“What....? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Honestly, that place really wasn’t my style. Too fancy. I only did it because I thought it would make you happy.”

“Thanks. That was really sweet of you. But surely, you weren’t happy with my little... uproar.” Clara said, unconsciously leaning into the Doctor’s shoulder, which he didn’t seem to take notice of.

“On the contrary, I loved it. It’s only through instinct that I pulled you off.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m serious. I wanted to see you deck him honestly. Only I get to make assumptions about your height.” He said with a big grin.

“Watch out, or you might get a right hook yourself.” Clara said, pretending to box as the two had a good laugh at the experience overall. Nevertheless, it did leave one question unanswered.

“So, what now, then? We can’t go back there, obviously.”

“True. I’m also still a bit hungry myself. Nandos?”

“Ha-ha. Nah. Not this time at least.... Actually, I may have an idea.”

Turned out, Clara’s idea was a lot more palatable to them than going to any restaurant. The two of them sat on the edge of the Tardis as they watched the night sky, The Doctor’s shirt was undone and his jacket off, while Clara’s heels were strewn aside and her shawl with it, as she let her hair back out. Their five star meal was a plate of jammie dodgers in between them.

“Hey, there’s a shooting star. Did you make a wish?” the Doctor said, pointing it out as it crossed the sky.

“I thought that’s something you didn't believe in?”

“Well, scientifically, there’s no way to prove that wishing on a shooting star grants wishes. There’s no real power that I know of that....” he said before stopping himself, as Clara gave him a knowing look, “Actually, yes, it grants wishes.”

“There you go.”

The two went for another jammie dodger, but their hands touched as they both reached for it, both blushing at the unexpectedness of it. Clara then moved over to lean on the Doctor’s shoulder. Not expecting it this time, he stiffened a bit, but eased into it after a few seconds.

“To answer your question, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I did make a wish.”

“And?”

Clara could only smile warmly, as she looked up at him, his attention diverted because of the sky.

“It’s already come true...”.

#12th doctor #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #doctor who #ao3 #fanfic #archive of our own #cute #whouffaldi

[sewichii]

catch up meme

jdflsakaaaah thanks so much for the tag @jenniepanhan and @musicdramalove ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 🧡🧡

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

favourite colour: orange :)

last song / album: i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie (i hadn't heard it in a while and it popped up in shuffle :) )

last movie: i watched silver skates and it was so good!! also it was snow-y and christmas-y but not in the the way i'm used to so i appreciated that

last series: i was gonna do the manner of death rewatch in an orderly fashion but threw that out the window on ep4

currently reading: ummm... i just finished re-reading world war z by max brooks... listen i read it in high school and was feeling nostalgic, okay? also i like how it gets real scary real fast but ends on a hopeful note. and i'm starting an absolutely remarkable thing by hank green

currently watching: nothing at the moment but i think i'll start color rush tomorrow :D

currently craving: not sure if this meant food but- there's this dish i made with my sister a while back that has rice vermicelli (cries in itsay) and red curry and i can't wait to make it again since i have almost all the ingredients i need :)))

sweet, savory or spicy: spicy (in the recipe above we actually added chillis huehue)

coffee/tea: not a big fan of either sorry :( i do love hot chocolate though

currently working on: cleaning and organising my room

this was really fun :) i'm tagging (as usual no pressure) @pinkyy-promises @wonderfuleternity @shortpplfedup @billkinsdancing @atotsphutian

also if anyone else wants to do this consider yourself tagged :D)

#tag game #i sort of merged both tag games since they had almost the same questions #can you tell i'm missing itsay thinking about rice vermicelli every day 🙃🙃

[the-fiction-witch]

Bad Day?

TV SHOW GODLESS

COUPLE WHITEY WINN X READER

RATING ADORABLE

REQUESTED :

Could you please do whitey winn fic about him being really tired after working and him and his s/o cuddle (akrosndianfiqndoandian I feel like whitey winn would be a little spoon idk why-)

I stood over the kitchen sink washing up dishes and Cutlery hearing it clatter and splash in the warm water as I did, having to hurry for these last bits as it would be warm much longer. Looking out the small wooden window the light of various coloured glass bottles lined on the windowsill to reflect sweet pleasent light in mornings as the sun rise. But now the sun was setting and was hidden away the other side of the house, the town of labelle darkening as slowly but surely the sun slips below the desert horizon. Suddenly the door opened and I looked over in shock to the wooden door facing out towards town, the small lanky figure in the doorway holding open the door. His boots stepping up onto the wooden floor out of the dusty desert dirt, the boots speckled with some dust, dirt and mud from walks, scuffed slightly from riding his horse, they clacked a little where the tall soul and heel of the boots met the wooden planked floor. His pants tight to his skinny legs tucked into his boots tightly, the pants hugged his non existent curves up to his crotch and hips, them hugging the curves of his butt rather closely. His two gun belts sat posied on his hips crossing over his fly. His once white button down concealed by his grey jumper the glint of his deputy badge on his pocket. His neck sun tanned and covered with thick layers of dirt and dust to stubborn now to remove without a wire brush and patients, his lip and chin graced with messy stubble. His eyes scanned the room momentarily from under the brim of his hat that pulled his loose blonde waves back away from him.

"Good evening Mr Winn" I smiled sweetly to him, he made no response to me he simply stepped inside more shutting the door slipping his hat off putting it squarely on the coat hook beside the door above the brown leather jacket he didn't take today. He stepped over to the bed and went face first into it. "Bad day?" I asked

"I can't even begin to explain to ya darlin'" he mumbled his face in his pillow

"Bullshit?' I asked and he nodded "okay" I smiled going over and forcing him up to his feet not difficult as I think I've had sadles that weight more then whitey does soaking wet. I wrapped his arms around my waist his fingers interwining with his own at the small of my back his head laid on mine where he didn't actually want to stand on his own "how about I put on a little cassarol, Run you a nice hot bath, you can tell me all about it, then a nice Early night?" I suggest "hey? That sound good?"

He nodded and mumbled something incoherent into my hair so I smiled giving his nose a little kiss letting him sit back in the bed as I went to heat up some cassarol and put the water on for him to have a bath. As they both simmered I sat beside him moving his head to my shoulder

"So? You Wanna tell me about it?" I smiled

"Bill headed off about nine to go see his children, then had some boys in the bar kickin' up a fuss 'bout nothin'" he explained "then dam leapold came in the office whinin' 'bout the fuckin' kids in his shop again, and I told him for the nineth fuckin' time this week there ain't shit I can do 'bout it, he's got that much of a soddin' problem talk to there Mamma's" he explained "then all this dam mr ward business, been lookin' after him all day, dam ladies can't get enough of him. Then bill came back ridin' my ass 'bout somethin' I don't even know what I think he just had an ass" he explained "then I cleaned up and came on home to ya y/n"

"Aww whitey, my poor baby" I said kissing his head playing with his hair a moment before the water was done so I dragged out the tub and filled it up letting it cool a moment "come on whitey, you gonna cane have your bath?"

He sighed and got up taking off his gun belts wrapping them around the bed post, he kicked off his boots across the room then pulling off his jumper and somehow his shirt in one tug throwing them towards the laundry he rubbed his eyes as he came over checking the water

"Do I have to?" He asks

"When did you last bathe whitey?'

"Few days ago..." He lied

"Whitey Winn don't you dare lie to me, it was last week you dirty bugger now go on else no cuddles" I warn him gathering up his various things

"Fine" he sighed pealing his pants off him and climbing into the bath, he let out a rather happy sigh the moment he sat in the hot steamy water

"That better?" I asked

"Umm" he nods his eyes closed a little

"Good boy," I smiled taking what was left of the hot water and filling my Bucket grabbing as much cleaner as I could to wash his clothes from today "I think you work to much" I said

"I've always worked this much" he answered as he actually began to wash

"Yes but maybe that's not a good thing" I explain "whitey you've been working your little butt off as long as I've known you, maybe you won't be so tried and stressed if you just slowed down ever once and awhile"

"I know y/n, it just ain't that easy darlin'"

"Whitey I'm not asking the world, I just ask you slow down a little, you work too much you'll end up working your dam self into the ground" I explain hanging up his pants as I was done washing them leaving them on the clothes horse to dry by the fire for tomorrow "you'll keep working and working and before you know it you'll look up and they'll be shoveling the dirt on you" I laughed

"I can't slow down y/n I'm the deputy, and with bill wonderin' off and all" he explained "it's all I've worked for my whole life"

"Alright, when you're sheriff then? Will you slow down then?" I asked

"Y/n I'll be sherrifs of labelle I can't slow down or back off like bill does I couldn't leave my deputy to that, let alone if I'd even have one with the boys around here" he explained as he was all done so he climbed out the bath got dry and sat on the bed in his cosy PJs

"Then when whitey? Not now, now then so... When?"

"I don't know y/n," he says I sighed finishing up with his clothes and leaving them by the fire giving him a little dinner and sitting beside him

"Whitey... I just worry about you, you're working yourself way to hard." I told him as he finished up his food as he was very hungry so I took the bowel back to the sink "if you don't slow down... You might not find time for other things"

"Other things?" He asked

"Whitey you've been labelle's deputy as long as I remember." I laughed leaning on the sink "if you don't slow down you'll end up like bill whitey. Distant, distracted, tried, working day after day until they dig you a grave" I explain "that's not what you want, is it?"

"Of course not y/n" he says getting up to hold my hands

"But if you keep working so hard, and being so tried all the time then, you won't have time for the... Other things. You know" I smiled "kisses, and cuddles, and long walks by the river" I encouraged between kisses "or even little ones of our own?"

"Of course I want all that darlin', I wouldn't have married ya if I didn't. Just... A little more. Then I'll slow down a little I promise, and we can get workin' on our little family" he smiled kissing my lips softly and sweetly

"When?"

"Until bill retires. I'll slow down until then I promise" he says kissing my head "now I was promised a cuddle"

"Alright" I smiled getting changed into my nightie as he got tucked up in bed so I turned out the light and climbed in beside him into our little bed "we should probably invest in a bigger bed"

"Why?" He asks

"I don't know how well we'll do making babies in this crappy thing" I laughed

"True, maybe we should... Move house? Somewhere bigger. With sperate rooms so that whitey jr won't hear us makin' his little sister" he suggested

"Maybe" I smiled

"Y/n..."

"Yes Whitey?"

"Could ya... Do that thing ya do for me sometimes, when I'm tired?" He asks "since I had a bad day and all?"

"Alright" I giggled moving my hand towards his

"Ohh no, not that darlin'" he laughs grabbing my wrist

"Oh sorry" I blushed

"It's okay, I meant the other thing"

"Of course whitey" I smiled kissing his lips gently he smiled as I did when we pulled away he turned to face the wall and I went close to him nuzzling in his skin wrapping my arms around his chest kissing his shoulder, I wrapped my legs up with his own gently spooning him, I could see his smile and his cosy he was. Whitey always liked to be a little spoon when he's sleepy or it's been a rough day or so.

"Goodnight darlin'" he yawned

"Goodnight whitey" I smiled pulling him closer "love ya" I Whispered in his ear

"Love ya too" he smiled

#tbs #thomas sangster #whitey winn #whitey #whitey winn imagines #godless imagine #godless netflix #godless whitey winn imagine #thomasbrodiesangster

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FINE I'LL DO IT (okay this gonna be the real deal)

Dear my beloved Zeke,

We have known each other for what seems like an eternity, even though it has only been a small chunk of time. Your sarcastic and sassy attitude draw me in more than you'll ever know. Your silver eyes shine like the brightest coin, a coin that I would never throw into a fountain, just to keep it to myself. Your little quirks bring a genuine smile to my face, a smile that has been difficult to believe in with the darkness in my head and heart.

Your quick wit along with your superior intelligence gives me a place to have real conversations. So many people can't or don't want to discuss things with me because I only want to score well and talk smart. But you know me better than that.

You know I am a huge dork and the biggest clutz ever. You somehow know what I need and when I need it without a question or doubt. You are so perfect in my eyes, and I know many things in this world will never be perfect. Oh, how I wish to run my fingers through your hair, hug you close to my chest. Gaze into your eyes for just a moment longer than necessary. To be with you would give me the most eternal joy.

I know I have my flaws. I can't reach the top cabinets when I clean, I can be clingy and emotional, I can be possessive when I feel like I'm losing someone. But I promise to you that I'm loyal. I will always be loyal to you. I want to be by your side until you want me to leave. I want to make you dinner every night and cuddle you close in bed. I want to kiss you and make love to you with every ounce of my being.

I say all of this with a heart full of love. A heart full of love for you. My dearest Zeke, I pour my love for you out on a platter. Please do not break me more than I already am.

Lovingly,

Rachel

My Dearest Rachel, 

I write this as the evening sun shines through my office window, and somehow, am reminded of the warmth you bring to my life. The rays remind me of your beauty, your hair, your comfort.

Knowing you has been the single greatest privilege ever awarded to me, even greater than the War Chief title that I would throw away in an instant to be with you forever. You talk of darkness in your heart, but my dear, I see nothing but love and hope when I peer into your eyes. 

Hope.

Dearest Rachel, hope is what you brought to this otherwise useless excuse of a son, a grandson, a leader. You brought me hope that I too am deserving of the love that I see sparkling in the eyes of the younger ones. I swear to you, tonight, as I gaze upon the moon, I shall wish fervently for nothing more than to hold you as I should. Hold you as you want me to, and let you take anything and everything from me. 

You speak of flaws my heart, and for that I will have to punish you. Tickles are in order when I see you again. For you see, coming up behind you to help you reach that book you want, or the top shelf gives me an excuse to be close to you, to see that little blush colour your cheeks and hear your whispered thanks that make me weak at the knees. Imagine that. Me. Weak? Only to you. You, who callously calls herself clingy and emotional, yet I would want nothing more than to be wrapped wholly around your finger, to be subject to the teasing and eye rolls as I heed to your every want and need. 

I dare, dare not think of you, dare not think of what I would do if I were with you right now, for if I do, I fear the repercussions of abandoning the others and rushing back to be by your side. You my dearest, may not have thrown a wishing coin, but tomorrow. Tomorrow when I put away the cigarette and smile as I hear your voice scolding me about my habit, and toss a coin into the fountain, know it is you that I am wishing for. Know that I am wishing to be back by your side. And know. That once I am back, I am never letting you go. 

Yours, 

Zeke

Valentines Day Event 

#horse anon--simpforall #MY DEAR #YOU WERE THE FIRST #AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!! #I CRIED WHEN I READ UR LETTER OKAY I CRIED #ZEKE WOULD CRY TOO HE WOULD BE SO DAMN LUCKY TO HAVE U #LOVE U #valentines day event 2021 #asks #zeke x reader #zeke jaeger #suz.writes.

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KoL! Prompt! - "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

What better prompt to use when Gold finally decides to ask Belle out?

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The next day dawned cold, crisp and bright, and Gold decided to walk into town to arrange the Secret Santa present for Belle.  He smiled a little as he walked; he had two days off work, and much to his surprise was looking forward to it. Usually he hated being away from the hospital, but concentrating on a gift for Belle was a pleasant distraction.  The gifts weren’t due to be handed out until Christmas Eve, and he was hoping that he would have the time to make the arrangements that he wanted by then.

Now that he had decided he would definitely be asking her to go out, he felt a little calmer.  Initially the realisation that he had strong feelings for her was unexpected and almost terrifying, but he had come to terms with the fact that since he had met her, his life had changed dramatically, and would never be the same again.  He was okay with that.

There was still the issue of whether she would say yes, but Ruby’s words had given him encouragement, and so he decided to ask her when they were next on shift together.  Dinner. He would ask her out for dinner. Or possibly coffee, but at Granny’s, not at the cafeteria. Coffee was enough to start with. But then would she just think he was being friendly, rather than asking her out romantically?  Dinner. It would have to be dinner. He wouldn’t bother with the flowers this time, though. That seemed like tempting fate. If she said yes, he could bring her flowers on the date.

He took his time with the walk as he pondered his next move, enjoying the chirps and squawks of the few birds that saw out the winter in Maine, and nodding to the people that passed him.  His feet led him to the Town Hall, and he gave his name at the front desk before being asked to go on through to the Mayor’s office.

Regina Mills was dark-haired and lovely, the picture of stylish efficiency in her tailored suit and designer shoes.  He had long admired her taste, and the two of them had a reasonably amicable relationship, developed over several years of him patching up her son Henry, who had a tendency to be accident-prone. She looked up from behind her desk, setting down her pen and giving him a brief, red-lipped smile.

“Madam Mayor,” he said pleasantly.  “Compliments of the season. You’re looking very well.”

“Dr Gold,” she said.  “Please tell me my son hasn’t been in need of your care again.”

“Not this week,” he said.  “Although you may want to consider dressing the boy in bubble-wrap.”

Regina sniffed.

“Believe me, Emma and I have already had this conversation,” she said dryly. “What can I do for you?”

Gold smiled.

“Do you remember when I put you in touch with that adoption agency in Boston?” he said.  “And when I promised to get a friend of mine to consider your application before anyone else’s?  I believe that resulted in you adopting Henry. And later meeting the love of your life.”

“Yes,” said Regina suspiciously.  “I told you I owed you one, as I recall.”

“Ah.”  His grin widened.  “You do remember.”

Regina rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” she sighed.  “What do you want?”

“Oh, it’s not for me as such,” he said.  “It’s something the whole town would thank you for.  It would create a lot of goodwill this festive season.  And with it being election year soon I just thought—”

“Yes, yes!” she snapped.  “You’ve made your point. I’m feeling in a generous mood, so just tell me what it is you want and I’ll see what I can do.”

Gold smiled, and stepped closer to the desk.  Perhaps this would be easier than he thought.

x

Belle hurried to the locker room, sighing as she changed her shoes for heavy boots and pulled on her coat.  She smiled at Dorothy, coming on shift as she was leaving, and held up the copy of the hospital calendar she had been given.  The contents had been a pleasant surprise, although she had to admit that she’d spent far longer staring at the month of December than was healthy.

“The moment of truth, huh?” she said.  “I think we look pretty good. Jefferson says they’re selling like hot cakes.  He’s had requests for orders from all over the country!”

“Yeah, I think those friends of his gave some free publicity,” said Dorothy, with a grin.  “Suits me: his other fundraising option was a bake sale, and I’m not that great a cook.”

“Oh, I think that’s still going ahead,” said Belle.  “After the New Year, though.”

“In that case I’ll limit my participation to buying and eating other people’s creations,” she said.  “Showing my ass seems to be way less painless. For all concerned.”

Belle giggled, pulling a hat down over her hair.

“I’m hoping the townsfolk are gonna be reasonably discreet,” she said.  “I don’t care if some guy I never heard of wants to put the calendar on his wall, but I’m not sure my dad needs to know about his daughter taking her clothes off for charity.”

“It’s for a good cause,” said Dorothy dismissively.  “Hey, did you get your Secret Santa gift yet? You know we’re giving them out tomorrow, right?”

Belle sighed.

“Yeah,” she said morosely.  “I’m not sure I got the right thing.  It’s been a nightmare trying to think of something that’s meaningful and yet doesn’t cost more than thirty bucks.”

“It’s Secret Santa,” said Dorothy patiently.  “It doesn’t have to be meaningful.”

Belle shrugged, and Dorothy pursed her lips as she grabbed a pair of clean scrubs.

“Hey, did you see Gold today?”

“No, he’s not working until tomorrow,” said Belle.  “Why?”

“Oh, no reason.  Just asking. Is Whale in, then?”

“Whale’s there now, Jefferson’s in later,” confirmed Belle, grabbing her purse and closing her locker.  “See you tomorrow?”

“Count on it.”

She headed out, shivering as she stepped into the bitter wind, and hurried home.  Coloured lights twinkled from the houses she passed, lifting her spirits as she shuffled through the snow, but when she reached the small house that she shared with her father, it was dark except for a single light in the lounge.  Belle’s mouth flattened. He hadn’t switched the Christmas tree lights on. Again. Feeling her festive spirit drain away, she opened the door and went inside.

“It’s only me!” she called, and heard a grunt from the lounge over the sound of the TV.

Rolling her eyes, she struggled out of her coat and hat and tugged off her boots, exchanging them for soft sheepskin booties and heading to the kitchen. Her father clearly hadn’t started anything for dinner, and Belle huffed in exasperation. Guess I’m cooking again, then.  One glance in the fridge made her frown.  Cans of beer filled one of the shelves, the remainder being taken up by eggs, bacon and a block of cheese.  She sighed to herself and shut the door,wandering through to the lounge. Moe was slumped in his usual chair with a beer can resting on his belly, eyes fixed on the TV screen.  Belle put her hands on her hips.

“I thought you were buying something for dinner,” she said, and he glanced around.

“You said you would.”

“No, I said I couldn’t because I was working,” she snapped.  “The flower shop is right next to the store! I notice you bought beer, so you managed that.”

“Don’t be a bloody nag,” he groused.  “Just order a pizza or something.”

“We had pizza last night.”

“So we’ll have it again!” he said impatiently, and gestured at the TV.  “I’m trying to watch this! Just order a damn pizza and get me another beer!”

Huffing in exasperation, Belle stomped through to the kitchen again.  I really, REALLY need to get my own place!

x

The next day she was up before Moe as usual, but still later than she would have liked, so she had to rush to cook their breakfast.  He stomped into the kitchen with a bleary look in his eyes, nodding to her as she pushed eggs and bacon towards him.

“I’m working this afternoon, so could you pick up the turkey and the things for Christmas dinner?” she said, when they were almost done.  “Everything’s ordered and paid for, you just need to collect it from the store.”

“Alright.”  Moe looked at her, chewing his bacon.  “What time are you back tonight?”

“Oh, not until eight or so,” she said.  “Can you see to yourself until then?”

“Guess I’ll have to,” he said sourly.  “I’ll go to Granny’s, have a drink with the guys.”

“Okay.”

Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief.  It meant that he probably wouldn’t be home until late, and she could have an evening of relative peace and quiet preparing the Christmas dinner.  Moe shoved the last bit of bacon into his mouth, following it with a swallow of coffee and pushing away his plate.

“Better get to the shop,” he said, shoving back his chair.  “I’ll see you later, love.”

He sauntered off to pull on his boots and coat, and Belle frowned at the dirty dishes.  Guess I’m doing those, huh?

She took a shower once she was done with cleaning up, brushing her clean hair until it shone and putting on a dark green dress that showed off her pale skin.  The addition of some red lipstick made her feel almost festive as she swirled the skirt in front of the mirror, and she smiled to herself. Her gift for the Secret Santa exchange was wrapped, and she looked it over, chewing her lip before putting it in her bag.  She hadn’t been sure whether it was an appropriate gift, but there wasn’t anything else she could think of that wasn’t hopelessly generic.

It was a sunny day, if cold, and she turned her face up to feel what warmth the sun could send as she made her way to the hospital along the main road out of town.  Her phone ringing made her stop, and she dug in her bag, frowning a little as she saw the number of the flower shop flash up.

“Belle?” barked her father, before she had even had time to answer.  “What the bloody hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, bewildered.

“Don’t you bloody play coy with me, my girl!” he snapped.  “What do you think I’m talking about? Were you planning on telling me you’d decided to take your clothes off for money?”

Belle groaned.  The calendar.  Great. Well, I guess it was too good to last.

“It’s for charity,” she said shortly.  “And it’s not like I did a bloody Playboy centrefold!  I think it’s very tasteful.”

“Tasteful my arse!  I just had to put up with bloody Miss Ginger holding it up and telling me this is what happens when a daughter has no mother to keep her on the straight and narrow!”

“The day I care about what Miss Ginger thinks of me it’ll be snowing in hell,” said Belle tartly.  “That woman could find fault with a bloody saint!”

“Why didn’t you damn well tell me you were doing this?” he demanded.

“Because I’m an adult, and it’s my body and I’ll do what I damn well please with it!” she returned hotly.  “Why do you even care? There are eleven other people in that calendar and I don’t see you complaining about them!”

“None of them are my daughter!”

“I posed for a nice picture of my butt so the hospital could save towards a CAT scan,” she said, exasperated.  “Somehow I think your reputation will survive. I’ll see you later.  Don’t forget to pick up the food, okay?”

“Don’t you think I have enough to do in this shop?” he snapped.  “I have to cope in this place alone and you want me to run bloody errands for you?  What did your last slave die of?”

“If you want a Christmas dinner tomorrow, you’ll have to pick up the bloody turkey!” she retorted.  “I can’t be in two places at once!  Alternatively we’ll just eat bacon and bloody eggs all day and you can edge closer to that heart attack the doctors keep warning you about!  Your choice!”

She didn’t wait for his response, hanging up with a huff of indignation and striding off towards the hospital entrance.   Bloody man!

x

Gold was able to collect Belle’s Secret Santa gift on the morning of Christmas Eve, and had had to make a detour back home to wrap it before heading to the hospital for his shift that afternoon.  He had bought a little something extra to go with it, which he thought was fitting, and he placed everything in a narrow box and wrapped it up with shining green paper, tied with gold ribbon and a single tag with Merry Christmas Belle x written on it.  He had decided, after much deliberation, that he would ask her out before the gifts were exchanged; he didn’t want her to feel obliged to say yes, after all.  There was no one in the break room when he entered, and he set the box with the other gifts already under the small tree, slipping out and heading for the ward to start his rounds.

He was mentally running over what he wanted to say to Belle in his head, the words repeating in a loop of what sounded to him like something forced and awkward.  Belle, we’ve been friends for awhile now, and I’d like to take the next step, if you’re willing.  I wondered if you might consider having dinner with me on Friday evening.  He said it over and over in his head, in the hope that it would sound natural when he managed to verbalise it.

He was so busy repeating it to himself like a mantra that he barely noticed the object of his desire approaching, and almost bumped into her.  Belle was carrying a jug of water in one hand, and it sloshed alarmingly. She put her hand on his forearm with a giggle, blue eyes sparkling.

“Whoa there!” she said.  “Are you okay? You looked as though you were miles away.”

Gold smiled at her a little tremulously, feeling as though his tongue had cleaved to the roof of his mouth.  His script, so easy to repeat in his mind mere seconds ago, appeared to have evaporated into the ether, and he could only stare at her.

“Belle,” he said.  “Uh - hi.”  Great.  Great start.  I suppose at least you got her bloody name right, you loser.

“Hi!” she said brightly.  “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m - I’m very well,” he said, wanting to punch himself in the face with something.  “You?”

“Good!” she said.  “I saw the calendar, by the way.  I thought the pictures turned out great, what about you?”

“I - yes.”  He tried to ignore the image of Belle that had just pushed its way into his head.  “Yes, I thought you looked - okay.”  Okay?  Okay, you moron? She’s a fucking goddess, what is wrong with you?  Okay, my sainted backside…

Belle looked as though he’d spat in her face, blinking rapidly.

“Right,“ she said thinly.  "Uh - thanks.  I guess.”

“I’m - I’m sorry,” he said, wishing he had just sent her a bloody letter or something.  "I’m sorry, that came out wrong.“

"It’s okay,” she assured him.  "Really.“

There was a moment of awkward silence, and Gold wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.  She glanced down at the jug of water in her hands.

"Right,” she said again.  “Well, I was about to—”

“Of course,” he said quickly.  “I won’t be a moment, it’s just - there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it?”

He tried to grasp at the words he had carefully constructed in his mind, the right words with which to ask her out, but his brain had run off on gleeful tangents, eagerly pushing inappropriate suggestions at him.  She was gazing up at him with those wide blue eyes, and he was tempted to take the jug of water from her hands and empty it over his head.

“Right,” he said.  “Uh - Belle, you - you know we’ve been friends for awhile now…”

He trailed off, hesitating, and she tilted her head to the side a little, her brow furrowing with mild curiosity.

“And,” he managed.  “And I wanted - I mean I wondered - uh - no, I mean I’d like—”

“Belle!”

Astrid’s sharp voice cut him off, and he stood there opening and closing his mouth, momentarily mute.  Belle turned to face Astrid, who had almost sprinted down the corridor towards them.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she gasped breathlessly, skidding to a halt.  “It’s your dad! They found him collapsed in the shop!  Suspected heart attack!  They’re bringing him in now!”

Belle had clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

“Heart attack?” asked Gold, a medical emergency returning the gift of speech to his parched throat.  “I’ll come with you.”

“Dr Whale’s there,” said Astrid, shaking her head at him as she handed him the jug of water.  “I just came to get Belle.”

She put an arm around Belle, who shot him a brief, frightened look and allowed herself to be led away at a brisk pace.  He stared after them, holding the water jug in his hand and feeling helpless.

Well, said his subconscious, with an air of satisfaction that made him want to scream.  You blew it.

#hey nonny nonny #fic: kiss of life #dr gold x candy striper belle #rumbelle fic #my fic #rumbelle #he'll get there in the end #i promise