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@angelwings-onfire
Hey! Welcome, you can call me Shi. I use she/her pronouns.
I write mostly whump of all kinds. My main story is based in a medieval world; I’ve always loved writing in that timeframe.
Fun facts abt me: I’m obsessed with the color orange🧡 I have two goats who are my favorite things ever. I’m a big animal lover and an even bigger people lover. I want everyone to be comfortable and feel safe here<3 oh and I’m a hugeeeeee fangirl
Stick around and see something great happen
S04E13 // S09E13 9-1-1
I’m such a weak bitch when it comes to Bucky Barnes
Buck and Eddie + 🌈
(3x10, 3x18, 4x06, 6x10, 7x04, 7x06, 8x08, 9x13)
James Moriarty + what to call Sherlock Holmes
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Look at how talented my man(who’s not my man yet) is
HAHA GUYS HES MY MAN NOW
CW: mention of injury
@flowersarefreetherapy
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Henry
It’s not fair. They’re all happy but we’re not. Life can be cruel like that. It takes the one thing you treasure most and turn it against you.
But that treasure of mine has been the only one available for three days now to help me. I keep telling them I don’t need help, but Daltry insists. So now I’m sitting in bed, with paper on my lap and my hand loosely gripping a quill.
“Have you done the alphabet?” Andrew leans over from where he sat to look at the empty paper. He frowned.
“Henry, Daltry said you have to practice.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not practicing.”
“I know.” I looked at him.
“Well, why not?”
“Because it hurts, Andrew.” I blinked at him. “Everything hurts.”
“Oh.” He leaned back in the chair.
I looked back at the paper. My heart hurt. A deep ache that filled me.
I wanted him.
I wanted him and he didn’t want me.
Or he said he didn’t.
“Andrew…”
“Hm? Do you need something?” He started to push himself up.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness, “no, I’m fine.”
“Then what?”
I shifted, “Why are you doing this? You said you didn’t want us, yet you’re here.”
“I’m the only one available to help if you need it.”
“Yes, but you could be downstairs doing things.”
He frowned, “then I couldn’t help you.”
I shook my head; he was either incredibly stubborn or incredibly stupid.
I think both.
“I see.”
He nodded once, and returned to his book. I felt helpless; sitting, waiting for my body to heal. I set the quill down, grimacing as the small movement send pain through my arms. They were healing well, but not fast enough.
A thought came to me.
“Andrew, will—“
“Yes.”
I blinked at him, and he seemed surprised at his own answer.
“Go ahead.” He closed the book, and motioned toward me.
“Will you read to me?”
Hi gaze softened, “aye, I can.”
“Thank you. I just… I need a distraction.”
He nodded, opening his book, “I hope you enjoy learning about the history of ship building.”
I smiled, leaning back on the pillow. I closed my eyes as I listened to him speak. I did not care for the content, but it was an excuse to hear his voice. Every word was tinged with his accent.
Sitting here, in the warmth of his presence, made me hope that one day we could make this work.
Heyyy I know it’s been a while since I posted writing but I’m back at it!
Little recap: Henry is recovering from the attack where he got hot tar on his hands.
CW: mention of injury
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Andrew
“Tell me about James.”
I slowly looked up from my book. Henry sat there, watching me quietly. We were in my old room, which was now Daltry and Henry’s room. It had been two weeks since his injury, and he was healing well. Or at least as well as you could from hot tar.
I continued to work at the docks, but during the day I’d help care for him. Daltry said he can return to work once fully healed.
Evening light poured through the window, casting shadows across the blankets covering Henry’s lap.
“Why?” I closed the book I had been reading.
“Because he was important to you. Also I am incredibly bored because you all aren’t allowing me to do anything.”
“You need to heal.” I motioned to the bandages on his hands.
He nodded, which caused a few pieces of his dark hair to fall onto his forehead. I pushed away the thought of brushing the hair from his face.
Damn it, I shouldn’t be spending this much time with him.
I stood. “I should go.”
“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” He spoke as I reached for the door.
“It was fine.” My hand hovered over the handle.
“Please, Andrew,” his voice was small, “don’t leave.”
“I have to go to the docks.” I lied. Every time he asked about something close to me, or I felt myself lowering my guard, I forced myself to distance myself. I was simply here to help him get better, nothing more.
“I heard you tell Victoria that you’re not working tonight.”
“Damn it, Henry, I just can’t be by your side all the time.” I faced him.
“I never asked you to do that.” He folded his arms.
“Everyone else has.”
“Everyone except for me.” His face fell.
I sighed, disappointed at my outburst. My emotions felt like a raging fire inside of me; a fire I could not let escape.
“I enjoy when you’re here but you seem like you don’t.”
I frowned, looking at Henry as he spoke. His eyes were trained on his lap.
“What do you mean?” I came and sat on the edge of the bed, by his legs.
“You take every opportunity to vocalize how unhappy you are about us being here. I understand a while ago we… had a situation, but I don’t understand you.”
I didn’t know what to say. My feelings and my mind were at war with each other.
“But i want to understand you.”
“Henry…” my voice caught. “I care for you. But what we have is not natural, and never will be accepted.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m trying to keep us safe.” I stood.
“I know.”
“Get good rest, Mr. Dean.”
“Thank you, Mr. Vallens.”
I closed the door behind me. I stood quietly in the dark hall for a moment, blinking back sudden tears. Then I set my jaw and walked away from the one person who made me happy.
It’s weird but nice to be looking forward to the future, I haven’t had this in quite some time
IN CONCLUSION
I like this theme of having TK in a near death situation every season (I’m on season 3)
Unashamed to say that I want a man to be utterly obsessed with me. The kind to sit and watch while I get ready like I’m the most gorgeous piece of art he’s ever seen
Bobby would have loved to meet Theo
WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!
Where's Eddie? 9-1-1, S08E18, S09E07 & S09E18 Based on this text post by @bucksgreyhairs
