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[thornilee013]

Please show me some mysterious snippet for wip wednesday

prev | 101 Ways Not to Say I Do | WW 24.7.2024

Andrew hadn’t expected the trains to be as much of a pain as it ended up being. All of them had been on time, and there hadn’t been any issues with their connections, but it had been a long time since he’d last needed to spend so much of his day on seats that were stiff and uncomfortable. Still, he’d take trains, with their scenery out the window and their not-being-[REDACTED]-miles-off-the-ground over a plane any day. 

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[leedee013]

And needle au 👀

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Jean had sensed Riko’s gaze pressing down on him before, but after speaking up, it landed on him like a branding iron. Jean’s statement was met with a groan from Seth. 

“Fine. We have an opening with Jean on Saturday morning, if that would work for you,” Seth said, his voice an unenthusiastic monotone. 

“It’s a date,” Riko said. It was a quip meant to inspire a reaction, whether it be annoyance, intrigue, or disgust, and Jean refused to acknowledge it. Instead he put all his focus into his current client. He paid extra attention to wiping off the skin and following the transfer lines, giving the work every ounce of precision he could muster, even if it was all just for show. Normally he could produce the same quality in half the time, but he found himself wanting to stretch out the job he’d been so anxious to get over with earlier. 

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[thornilee013]

Pulling through please!

prev | Pulling Through | 9.10.2024

Andrew looked down at the yarn in his hands. Once you get the hang of it, it will help you calm your mind. He knew that he could trust Betsy, and that the craft was therapeutic. But he also knew that Betsy had much more faith in him than he ever would have in himself.

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[thornilee013]

And Baby Jean 💜

prev | Baby Jean | WW 4.9.2024

He watched as his sisters got their turn to hug their mother. He watched as they drank up every shred of attention that the woman gave them, from approving smiles to tuned-out nodding. As Amélie tripped over herself talking about all the projects she’d completed for school, their mother’s deep red lipstick became a thin line as she curled her lips into a cool smile. 

“That’s all very nice, dear,” the woman said, “but I’m rather tired from all my traveling. And I have more coming up soon. I really must go to bed.”

“Will you read us a bedtime story?” Camille asked softly, her voice trembling as she dared let hope enter her heart again, knowing that in doing so, she risked allowing it to be crushed.

Crushed it was.

Their mother went to bed, and Jean read their story instead.

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[thornilee013]

And dealer's choice 👀 Happy Wip Wednesday!

prev | Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic | WW 18.9.2024

As a child, Jean had been required to read plenty of books that his instructor told him were essential to understanding life. That they were the foundations on which he could start to understand countless other stories. 

And yet a book as simple as Perks of Being a Wallflower would, he knew, haunt him for the rest of his life. 

Jean didn’t bother wiping away the tear that dangled from the tip of his nose─his crooked, misshapen nose that had been broken more times than he could bother to remember. He was hollow yet filled, destroyed yet healed. It had been a long time since he’d last read something that had inflicted such turmoil in his soul, and he’d forgotten to brace himself. 

Jeremy was suddenly much closer, kneeling on the floor next to him. And then his arms were wrapped around Jean and he was tucking his head into Jean’s shoulder and dampening the fabric. It took Jean a few moments to regroup─for his brain to process what was happening and then compartmentalize the reactions that his body tried to have on a subconscious level. Eventually he was able to register the firmness in Jeremy’s grip on him, but also the care that he put in on being able to back away as soon as Jean said something. But Jean didn’t say anything. Instead, he loosely curled his arms around Jeremy and forced his body to relax.

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Suncatchers and Golden Hours

[thornilee013]

Needle AU please!

Needle AU | WW 4.9.24

Revised portion from chapter one:

He kept a mental tally, even, of what brought his clients in. As it stood, the majority of his clients had come in with a specific design that had a personal meaning of some sort. There were, however, a fair number of people who came in wanting a surprise, and even fewer who came in out of pure curiosity.  Regardless of the reason that brought his customers under his needle, he enjoyed every second of their company. His clients’ stories and inspirations brought part of him back to life each day, and revitalized his determination to put forth his best work at any given moment. Every day that he spent working at the tattoo parlor was another day he was in control of his own life. 

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[thornilee013]

And TLC 💜

prev | TLC | WW 31.7.2024

"Is it worth it?" Jean asked suddenly, running his thumb over the back of Renee's hand. She hummed inquisitively and squeezed his hand back. Meanwhile, Jean's heart was trying to crawl up and out of his throat.

“That depends on what you’re talking about," Renee answered, her voice even and calm, but with a hint of suspicion.

 "Living,” Jean said, as plainly and matter-of-factly as he could muster. 

“Ah, the eternal inquiry,” she said with a sigh, tightening her grip on his hand slightly. Jean then had to confront the staggering reality that his fear over potentially crushing Renee's hand had been pointless. “That’s for you to find out, I think.”

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