There's thoughts percolating in my head of what to write next, so here's a list of what I've got so far -- More to come (when works maybe stops kicking my ass)
If you want a snoop at what I've been reading lately or have vibed with in the past, my fic rec blog is @saynotononsensefics
Love,
SayNo
Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
My Girls
The beginnings of the My Girls universe, where we meet Dr. Michael Robinavitch's wife and baby daughter, Miriam.
The Sun Will Rise Again
The one where Dr. Reader has a shit day at work, Robby helps, fluff ensues.
A Dad By Any Other Name
A peek in to Robby's and Miriam's relationship through the years.
This Must Be the Place
Based off of the song This Must Be the Place by The Talking Heads. Just basically fluff/slice of life sorta thang (could be read as a precursor to the My Girls universe, up to you)
School Daze
Miriam's starting school, and both her and Robby hit the fashion show milestone.
Jesse Van Horn
Did I Say That Out Loud?
The first meetings of Jesse and The Rocket, and from there? The rest is history.
The Rocket
Jesse's wife comes in to sit with Baby Jane Doe and Ogilvie is gross (but we already knew that)
Be With Me
Jesse is shaken by a case and he's thankful his girlfriend is there for him
Pictures of Us
Jesse and Rocket!Reader reminisce of how far they've come, and where they're going next (Post The Rocket)
The Collector
Jesse and Rocket!Reader like to collect weird things, who are we to judge?
The Arrival
Jesse & Rocket!Reader's lives get just a little bit fuller
Iām all about donāt like donāt read, not yucking anybodyās yum (within reason) and the block button is a dear friend of mine. But like..
if youāre going to write a incāt fic, maybe have the forethought/maturity to write the full fucking word in the tags so that the filtering system (as shitty as it is) actually works and we donāt have to see it if we donāt want to.
āAre you awake?ā You whispered to Jesse, he snorted a little and croaked out,Ā
āHmm? Yeah, Iām awake.āĀ
He rolled over on his side to face you, hand reaching to cover the one that you had resting on your baby bump. Your profile was outlined in the low light of the alarm clock as you stared at the ceiling. A few little thumps peppered your hand, you moved Jesseās hand under yours so he could feel his daughter saying hello.
āAre we making a mistake having another baby at our age?ā Your voice was quiet in a way that told Jesse that youād been up for hours agonizing over the question. He shifted closer to you, pulling you partway onto his chest, you tucked your head under his chin.Ā
āBaby, itās a little too late for that question now, donāt you think?āĀ
You tweaked his nipple gently and rolled your eyes. Only one of those things he experienced though.Ā
āI know itās too late for that. But I have absolutely no idea of whatās going to happen when she gets here. Like, do I even consider joining a momās club?Ā I was at the clinic last week and all the other momās there look like theyāre barely 21! Jesus, Jesse, Iām nearly forty!ā Your chin trembled with pent up emotion. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, making a small noise in the back of his throat.
āIām so afraid that Iām not going to be enough for her and Ethan, and you,ā tears now slipped violently down your face, pooling on Jesseās chest. Jesse leaned back and turned on the lamp. In the warm light, he surveyed you with the care and concern a partner of nearly 20 years would have.Ā
You met his gaze, searching his face for any kind of clue that would prove your intrusive thoughts right. All you found was kindness in the familiar blue eyes that you have known longer than you havenāt.Ā
āOh, Honey,ā Jesse guided you to sit facing him. You covered your face with your hands, Jesse reached up and pulled them away, twining his fingers with yours. He held eye contact wth you.Ā
āYou are the only one I could ever want to actually be a parent with. I have never once doubted that you are my person.ā
His gentle reassurance shot holes in the anxiety that had ballooned in your chest overnight.Ā
āReally?ā You were shy now, unsure of the insecurity that had revealed itself. Jesseās hands came to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing arcs on your sides.Ā
āYes, really,ā he leaned up and kissed you deeply, sucking your lower lip between his teeth lightly. You reciprocated the kiss, sighing deeply. Your daughter rolled at the movement, an indignant kick hitting Jesseās stomach through yours. Jesse smiled into the kiss, hand sliding to rest where her foot was pressing. As you parted, another little kick hit his palm.
āAre you reassured yet?ā Jesse whispered, pupils slightly dilated. You bit your lip and looked down at him, feeling his length hardening beneath you. Need that had slowly been building made itself very very known.
āUh-uh,ā you gave him a little grin as you leaned forward over him and turned out the lamp, āI think I need a little moreā¦ reassurance.ā
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The typical hustle and bustle of the Pitt normally never bothered Jesse. The ebbs and flows were expected and the small reprieves between traumas were welcomed. The last patient Jesse checked on was stable, waiting for a cast and asking if they could get a sandwich. Jesse made his way to double check the chart at the hub when he was stopped in his tracks.
āDad!ā Ethanās panicked voice called out, Jesse stepped back with the impact of his 12 year old son slamming into him. The boyās arms wrapped around him like an octopus, and Jesse pulled his arms free to return the hug.
āEthan? Are you okay? Whereās Mom?ā Jesse skimmed his hand over the back of Ethanās head. Ethanās blue eyes were watery as he looked up at his dad.
āMomās in there,ā Ethan pointed towards Trauma One, his hand shaking a little bit, āShe said her back was hurting really bad, and then it looked like she peed herself and she said the baby was coming. She told me to call you, And-and I couldnāt find her phone so I had to go next door to the Glennās and ask them for help. Then the ambulance came and picked us up, and now weāre here. Is Mom going to be okay?ā
Jesseās blood ran cold with Ethanās anxiety induced rambling. The baby is here? Youād seemed fine earlier that morning when youād shared a shower together. In between passing the shampoo to him and rinsing the soap off of yourself youād mentioned that youād been cramping more over the last few days. Youād both come to the consensus that it was partly being 38 and a half weeks pregnant and partly Braxton Hicks. You laughed saying that baby girl wasnāt ready for her debut yet anyways. Ā
He gave Ethan a reassuring squeeze,
āYou did the right thing, Bud. Momās in good hands right now,ā he fought the fear trying to creep up the back of his neck and latch on. Ethanās shoulders shuddered as the stress of the past few hours became too much and the floodgates opened.
Dana had been watching the scene in her peripheral for a few moments. The look of devastation on Jesseās face was enough to make the hard shell sheād fostered over the years crack.Ā
āJ, the family room is open right now, why donāt I take him to wait while you check on your wife?āĀ
Jesse gave her a grateful look and a nod before looking down,
āEthan, Dad needs to go check on Mom, can you go with Dana? Iāll be there as soon as I can.ā
Ethanās stuttered breaths slowed, he sniffed and ran the sleeve of his shirt under his nose. Dana put her arm around his shoulders as he detached from his dad. Jesse watched the two round the corner before beelining it to the trauma room.Ā
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Jesse nearly bowled Dennis over as he walked through the doors of the trauma room. There were nurses from labour and delivery around the warming table. The loud cries of a baby cut through the beeping of your heart rate monitor. The younger man grinned at him,Ā
āCongratulations, Jesse, sheās perfect.ā
āWhat?ā Jesse looked from Dennis, to you, to the warming table, then back to you. A lump started to form in his throat. Tears clouded his eyes as you caught his gaze and gave a tired smile. He made his way over to your bedside and gripped your hand.
āBaby girl couldnāt wait I guess,ā you gave a tired laugh, āsheās dramatic like her Dad.ā
Jesse pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, a few tears slipping down his face. You gently pushed him towards the warming table, a nurse turned to him,Ā
āWant to meet your daughter?āĀ
Jesse could only nod, not trusting his voice to do anything other than crack. A stool was rolled over, someone, maybe Perlah guided him down to sit on it. A small pink bundle was placed in his arms, no longer crying, but relaxed in the comfort of the snug swaddle she was wrapped in. The noise of the trauma room faded to a faint hum, his eyes locked on his daughter. With a trembling hand he tucked the blanket under her chin.Ā
Her little button nose was identical to Ethanās when he was born. A dark tuft of hair poked out of the edge of her cap. He traced her chubby cheek, still red from the whole ordeal of arriving. She was here. Finally here. All those negative tests, the doctorās appointments, all of the hurdles they had gone through for her to get here, the pain and fear now being replaced with the joy of meeting their girl. A hope fulfilled.Ā
āHey, baby girl, Iām your dad,ā He whispered to her. She just scrunched her nose and snuffled. He looked up at you with hearts in his eyes. Your eyes were full of tears as you whispered,
So... It's been a long time coming, but the next part of The Rocket Universe is here! Life has truly been lifing and the first half of this year has kicked my ass. We can only go up from here.
baseball is actually not a sport itās just a documentary of human nature and how we battle boredom. the stuff these teams get up to while theyāre waiting their turn.
and itās hilarious when they pull pranks on each other, like attaching things to other peopleās caps:
or the beloved hot foot prank:
or when they decided to put a guyās pants over his head and make it seem like he was walking on his hands:
or when they opposing pitchers took turns playing tic tac toe every time they got on the mound:
why am i noticing so so so many new ai fics in the fandoms? Iām not accusing anyone but this is so disheartening because many writers post fics out of joy and receive so little interaction and yet ai slop is all over the placeā¦
āHe knew his feelings very well. It was not embarrassment.
Not lust.
Not desire.
But love.ā
Likeā¦ i canāt say how many times iāve seen this pattern. This could be someoneās writing style but also AI so thatās why iām not accusing anyone, but you can sense when a fic is written by a human and not ai.
Also using āoccupational hazardā in a sentence that makes absolutely no sense isā- yuh
i mean maybe itās because iām not a native speaker so occupational hazard makes sense but in soooo many fics?
Just found out four fics in the tagsā¦ and people are actually READING themā¦ seeing ai fics is like a slap on the face especially as a non native fic writer
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
