Bestie girl! For the Author Asks how about 1, 8 and 20? 😘🤭
Chickie!!! Oooh I was hoping someone would ask these, thank you so much bestie! 🥰
1.) Write a scene from [insert fic] in another character’s POV
Love’s Light Wings, Ch 1 -- the reunion, from Brady’s POV 🫶
There was a squeal, a hiss of steam as the train finally stopped, and it took him a moment to move, to rise from his seat and grab his bags, so deep he was in his thoughts.
The visit to Oklahoma had been taxing, but more than worth the trip. John’s journey home may have been tough, but at least he’d made it home. Clanton hadn’t had such luck, and Hoerr agreed wholeheartedly it was the least they could do to visit his family once they were stateside, tell them of their son’s service, his bravery, what he had meant to their crew.
Clanton’s mother had clung to him like he was her son, it had nearly broken him— he wanted it to be her son she was embracing, wanted her to be his own mother whom he hadn’t seen in two years.
The car was nearly empty by the time John Brady broke out of his reverie, and there were two words looping through his mind as he fought his way through the crowds, eyes scanning wildly.
Ma. Jules. Ma. Jules. Ma. Jules.
His gaze locks on a small group just on the edge of the crowd, and his knees nearly buckle when he sees her.
His bags hit the floor as she flings herself into his arms, a sob of “you’re home” tearing from her throat, and John Brady is a little boy again, wanting nothing but his mother’s arms around him, holding the world at bay forever.
He squeezes her tight, murmuring how much he missed her, a mumble of “‘m home, Ma” muffled in her shoulder— he was never really one for hugging before he shipped out but, well… it’s incredible what changes over two years spent in a war zone across an ocean.
After what feels like an eternity, she releases him, and his body turns towards the other girl he’s been waiting for as if on autopilot.
And there she is, clinging to her mother’s hand as if her life depends on it, green eyes bright with tears, a shaky, disbelieving smile on her pretty red lips.
He wills the tears brimming in his own eyes not to fall as he smiles— the fond, cheeky smile he reserves just for her— voice tight with emotion.
Her face crumples and she races to him, his arms already open to catch her— always, always ready to catch her.
Her arms are tight around him, her face buried in his neck, sobbing his name over and over and over. His heart cracks, seeing his girl cry, and he pulls her close, pressing kisses to the crown of her head, her forehead, her temples, anywhere he can reach. To reassure her this is real, that he’s home, yes, but also to assure himself that this is real, that her warm skin and soft hair on his lips aren’t just another dream.
Her arms tighten around him when he tries to pull away after several long moments, and he knows why.
He holds her once more, lowering his head to brush his lips against her ear, “I’m home, honey. I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Let me look at you, hm?”
He puts a voice to the ache that’s been his constant companion since he shipped out.
“I wanna see my girl, my Jules.”
She lets out a soft, watery laugh, frantically swiping away tears and mascara tracks as she lets his hold loosen, and he can finally take in all of her properly.
He lets out a slow breath, thumb swiping under her eye to catch the tears she’d missed.
“There she is,” he murmurs, hand reaching up to thread through the stray curl at her forehead, tucking it away behind her ear. Such a simple action, but one that he’d dreamed about for the past two years— couldn’t feel how soft her hair was no matter how many photos he looked at over there.
“How did you manage to get even more beautiful while I was gone, honey?”
Her sparkling green eyes go soft, tears brimming once again, but they don’t get a chance to fall before he’s swooping in and finally, finally—
He’s kissing his Juliet, and all is right in the world.
8.) What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]?
Went with something from Pyaar Dosti Hai— my Benny DeMarco x OC fic, for anyone unfamiliar— for this one!
“— but I…” her father continues, dark brown eyes gentle, “I would like to see you get to fall in love. Not how your mother imagines it, with love growing after the match, but… like it is here, in this country. Where young people find a connection, and it blossoms into something beautiful.”
Vika’s heart aches at the thought— she wants that, she wants it so badly. She yearns for what Juliet has with John, for that easy camaraderie, that spark.
“I think I want that too, Papa,” she admits quietly, leaning into his rail thin frame.
Vika and her father are very close, and it’s so important to me that the first time she admits to herself she wants something— not just what she wants as a career, or what she wants for her parents, but something small and gentle and so very human that’s just for her alone— she admits it to him as well.
She wants to fall in love, she wants someone to love her the way her friends are loved, and she wants her father to see it, to show him she can thrive in the new world they came to for her.
(Goodness I have a lot of feelings about Vika and just this in general 🥺)
20.) Share your favorite kiss scene from [insert fic]. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)
From Love’s Light Wings, Chapter 3:
And then he’s leaning in, and her husband is kissing her, soft and chaste and sweet in front of all of their loved ones, and something warm blooms in her chest as she smiles into the kiss, something that tells her this is only the beginning of a very happy new chapter.
Aaand just for funsies, a lil sneak peek of the next chapter of Pyaar Dosti Hai 👀 if this somehow disappears once I get around to editing that chapter, well... it can be a fun lil extra for y'all <3
“Cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomato, right?” He confirms as he passes her a wax-paper-wrapped bundle.
She blinks.
“You remembered?”
“Of course,” he grins, going in for a bite of his own club sandwich.
As if it’s no big deal. As if remembering something she’d ordered in front of him exactly once wasn’t turning her world on its head.
(the platonic intimacy these two grow into my HEARTTTTT 🥺)
