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fic: i tell myself that road is closed (hacks)
i tell myself that road is closed - Hacks; Ava/Deborah; 1,800 words.
Deborah doesn’t sleep well. Strange new bed, strange new house, strange new spouse she caught cheating on her with a younger blonde. (What else is new?)
Missing scene from 5.07.
"I'll never understand you."
(by Cheeto (me) for a story concept where Milo gets sucked into a portal with Ashlyn, and is stuck time-hopping with her.)
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Milo blinked. "What do you mean?"
"What do I MEAN? Isn't it obvious?" She scoffed, her voice raising in pitch with her exasperation. "You spend all day with your head in the clouds and a smile on your face while all this is happening around you- We were just on a boat full of hundreds of kids doomed to die, and you're smiling like it's CHRISTMAS FREAKING MORNING!"
"I-"
"No, I don't want excuses- I want to know! How are you so disgustingly HAPPY all the time?!"
Ashlyn cried desperately, her voice starting to break. "I would kill to have the bliss of an empty conscience like you do, but the universe won't let me die, so I don't get to have that! Why aren't you angry?! Why aren't you crying?! Why, when you have broken bones, have heard air raid sirens, and watched people DIE, do you still have nothing but that stupid little grin on your face?!"
The silence that permeated the endless stream was deafening. Milo simply looked at Ashlyn as she heaved, the dirt in her hair, her hands calloused and cut, the bandages she was crushing in her fist against the grandfather clock beneath them.
Milo's eyes met hers with a gentle smile that gave way to a weariness and level of understanding that shouldn't ever have to be worn by a child.
"I'm always positive for the same reason you're always negative."
"We're scared of what might happen if we try the other side of the magnet."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Robbie is gone. Kelly is left to pick up the pieces of their home and build it back up from its ruins.
Build the foundation then the rest won’t matter. The storms might come, the winds might rattle you, but build the foundation strong, Kelly–then your home will never be lost.
(or: the thirteen months of Robbie's absence in Kelly's perspective)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I know! I can’t believe it either! I can still write! ...Theoretically!
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“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
He can’t quite prevent the flinch of surprise. Brienne watches as a kaleidoscope of emotions swirl over this face.
“When was the last time someone asked you that?” she asks.
“Other than my therapist?” Jaime’s tone is strangely staccato and flat. “I can’t remember.”
ahhh luni, CONGRATS on all your happy book news!!!! I'm so happy for you, and I hope 2018 brings you even more success and happiness!!!
I AM SO EXCITED AND WRITING THINGS IS AWESOME AND FRIENDS ARE AWESOME AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT <33333
*hugs you so much*
I totally already have a draft of the sequel to today’s book done, too. In which they actually get to say the I love you, finally. Because that is important. :D :D
aaaaaand the fanfic tab on my blog has been successfully updated!
feel free check out my writing through there or by finding me on Ao3 under the username tempestandtea
fic: i want to be what you always needed (hacks)
i want to be what you always needed - Hacks; Ava/Deborah; 1,100 words.
Ava and Deborah celebrate for a few more minutes. (Set during 5.02.)
