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i need more prompts for my post s4 prompt fic someone pls jump in my asks

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i’m writing a fic and now my foot is asleep

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Soft!!!

dk what this means as me personally but i am softbrio soo

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Creative!

*hasnt made an edit or gif set in one month*

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Describe me in one word anonymously

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so i got the good girls cookbook and-

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i wrote teenage beth and rio's daughter. cause im bored.

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i cry at night thinking about domestic brio

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in my mind it’s her right because my fic months ago said right and i wanna feel like i manifested it

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About Beth's shoulder, it was left when she got shot & with the EMTs, I think the dream seq having it as the right side was supposed to tip us off to it being a dream.

and mick was aiming towards the right?? hashtag confusion

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what keeps me up at night is the inconsistency of beth’s bullet wound.

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18 brio 18 brio

oh wow i don’t know, do you want 18 brio?

18. things you said when you were scared

He wasn’t mad at Mick when he willingly told him what he had done. He was pissed at Nick, and it was a damn shame he was already in prison. Maybe he could find someone to beat his ass in there like he wants to do himself.

And the thing was, Mick seemed like it fucked him up. How he told him that Nick wanted more, wanted to hit her in the lung or something, but refused. Just grazed her shoulder instead.

His mind still went to Elizabeth. How her kids were most likely home, how Dean could walk in the door to see her bleedin’ in the kitchen. How he probably already has.

So what if he had to lie to get in to see her in the hospital. Internally laughed at the fact that he could pass as an attorney. But it wasn’t like he was going to say partner, might draw too much attention.

“Ay,” he said, standing in the doorframe when she hadn’t notice that the door itself had opened. She turned her head, and he could see everything she was doing to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

“I see your knocking phase has ended,” Elizabeth had said, and it made him chuckle, walking in further, closing the door behind him.

“Figured you can’t get up to open it, so,” Rio told her, which made her snort. But then she watched as his face changed, as he got closer and could see the patch on her right shoulder.

“I’m okay,” she assured him, “he just grazed me.”

“Baby, I don’t care if it barely touched you,” he replied, “he shouldn’t of had to do it.”

“I know,”

“You had me scared,” he admitted, “he came in sayin’ that he had to shoot you and my heart sank.” Elizabeth looked up at him, and let out a slight chuckle.

“Come here,” she said, tilting her head towards the space on the other side of her. He followed, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. It felt similar to when they were in her bed, right before she had remembered that the kids were coming back, jumping up and kicking him out. “You were the last thing I thought of before he did it.”

“That right?” Rio asked, and she made a ‘mhm’ sound in response. He found her hand, taking it into his. “Shit, I was so fuckin’ scared.”

“I’m okay,” Elizabeth told him again, he didn’t have to know that she was still on painkillers, that’s why she thought she was okay for now.

“Thought the worst had happened,” he continued, “that he killed you and I’d never see you again.”

“I’m here,” she replied, “and you know what?” Rio laughed, wondering what the hell was about to come out of her mouth.

“What?”

“We have matching scars now,” she said, looking up at him. And he smiled back, thinking how the hell she could be so cute right now.

“Guess we do,” he told her.

“I’m getting divorced,” Elizabeth spit out after a bit of silence.

“Why you tellin’ me this?” Rio asked. He was trying his best to not sound excited, if we’re being honest.

“Because in a couple months,” she said, “I can be yours.”

“Darlin’, you’ve been mine,” he replied, “that dumbass never stopped me.” They both laughed, and maybe he could hold on for a couple more months.

She’s worth it.

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send me a pairing and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

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was mine really that obvious??? ahah, but nice to see that yall know a softbrio production when you see one

Good Girls Mystery Box Challenge - Reveal + Quiz winners!

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little late to this, but i've been busy lol

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

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this popped into my mind last night and i might use it for a future fic, not sure yet. so im just testing out the waters.

established relationship brio, they just had a daughter. beth's defense is that the baby never smiles at her, so she was just trying to do that. (this is clearly inspired by that episode of friends)

Maybe it was because Alaina was crying at one in the morning last night, and Elizabeth kept trying to act like she was asleep to avoid it. But she never is, he knows that. He'll let her think that he doesn't know.

So it was safe to say that all Rio wanted to do was get home and lay the fuck down. Maybe wrap himself around Elizabeth, they could both catch up on sleep. Although she never slept before Alaina. But for himself, once Marcus got out of the crying stage, it was glorious.

But now he really wasn't prepared to walk into an empty kitchen. At almost five o'clock. Usually it was chaos when Rio walked in, but it was silence. He would kill her if she was in bed before him. He inched closer to the stairs, stopping to listen for any noises. Curious, he walked up, passing by all the kids' rooms until he got to his own daughter's.

And he heard singing.

No, it was rapping, actually. And it was Elizabeth's voice.

What in fuck's name was she doing?

The door was left open, and it was a sight. Rio stood in the doorway, just watching, in slight confusion as well. Watched as she danced around in front of their daughter, who probably thought in this moment that her mother was mental. He smiled as the rapping started again.

"I like big butts and I cannot lie," Elizabeth started, "you other brothers can't deny. That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you-" Her dancing like a goofball caused her to finally notice him standing in the doorway.

And all Rio did was smile. Cause that was his wife, his Elizabeth, and their daughter. And Alaina giggled, clapping her hands. Clearly wanting to hear the rest of the song.

"Come on, mama," he said, fully walking into the room, "can't leave her hangin' like that." He kissed her temple as she smiled, trying to ignore what her husband had just walked into her doing. "You get sprung, wanna pull up tough. Cause you notice that butt was stuffed."

And yeah, their life wasn't getting much better than this moment.