#i didnt notice it was rushed last night because it took me a SOLID HOUR AND A HALF to play it

[actualbird]

hi zak!!! congratulations on getting luke's anniv card!!! glad to see you're enjoying his anniv story!!! i have so much feelings this card and for them quq- i just wish it wasn't so rushed at the end, i hope i'm not the only person who felt this way ;u;

HEHE thank you anon!! im rlly glad i finally got time last night to read thru it ;w;

but yEAH GOD I REALLY FEEL YOU 😭😭😭

this is one of my qualms with anniv cards in general: the perplexing choice to cut its story structure from the usual 6 acts (generally good amount of wiggle room for setup, rising action, climax, etc etc) down to a STARTLINGLY MINUSCULE AMOUNT OF 3 ACTS

like i LOVED orange scent, same way i loved ssr under the milky way, and there were specific new story things i loved in this card that i wanna talk about later when my thoughts are more in order (specifically mc's STELLAR-LY honest responses to luke, luke projecting his own grief outwards, god i have a bunch i wanna pick apart) BUT man

i also wish this story had more room to breathe

act 1 and act 2 were perfect to me: the setup, the conflict, the constant backsliding of luke's brain into setting his feelings and desires aside for forever eVEN SINCE HE WAS A CHILD, how luke doing that "sacrifice" doesnt actually make mc feel happy it hurts her and makes her feel like she cant make him happy, her pleading to him to just this once think about how he feels, //CHEF'S KISS

act 3 is where it fumbled simply because it happened too fast. given that luke had been angsting off into the distance about not letting himself propose for a LONG TIME, it deffo felt rushed that it took him A Walk And Seeing A Pair Of Double Rainbows to get his head outta his ass. like, mc's response moved ME as well so i get where hes coming from but it wldve been nice to let her words like....marinate in luke's mind some more. for a day or maybe two. but that couldnt happen because anniv cards have a Lot less space for their stories.

and anniv 2 cards are at more of a disadvantage from this 3-act structure thing than anniv 1 cards, because idk imo anniv 1 cards didnt feel rushed even within their 3-act structure because all the anniv 1 cards were the Conclusion to the building narrative of.....4 ENTIRE BLOOM CHAPTER PERSONAL STORY ARCS PRIOR AJFLSSAF. so the story definitely had room to develop and breathe there

i wish SSR Orange Scent had room to breathe too. i wish it had more time to tell its story at the pace it needed to because when it Was taking its time, it was so good.

[atc74]

On The Ropes - Part 4

Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  She is drawn to the elder brother when Dean starts working with her on moving, coordination and finally hitting. Once they get in the ring, things don’t go as planned. Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

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Word Count: 1462 Warnings: Language, implied sex, mentions of murder, hmm maybe that is it? Thanks to the ever amazing @just-another-busy-fangirl for being, well amazing, and @mamaredd123 for her help in pulling this out! ~*~ You were just heading to the precinct when a call came in; a body was found in an alley on the Eastside. You and Mike rolled up and set up a perimeter while you waited on the coroner and the detectives. People were so jaded nowadays that no one even noticed the dead body lying there.

Detectives Dawn Redman and Bob Williams were assigned to the case. You had worked with both of them before and they both had solid reputations and had rightfully earned their way to Detective. You, in fact, were friends with Dawn and she had been mentoring you since you confided in her that you wanted to make Detective.

Det. Redman crossed under the yellow crime scene tape and approached you.

“What’d’ya got here, Y/L/N?” she asked.

“Local business owner called 911 reporting shots fired in the area. My partner and I were first on the scene. Caucasian male, appears to be mid to late twenties, no identification, single GSW to the chest,” I recited from my log book.

“Good job, Y/N/N. We have it from here. The others are canvassing, you and Mikey head on in and clear,” Det. Redman dismissed you and you and your partner headed in.

It was after eight when you got home. After a quick shower and a snack, you texted Dean and settled on the couch with a beer and some mindless reruns. After a few minutes, your eyelids were heavy and you nodded off. Despite the events that ended your shift, you slept peacefully, dreaming of Dean.

~*~

Dean and Sam sat across from John. It was an odd feeling that came over Dean. The man he had looked up to for the first half of his life didn’t look anything like the man in front of him now. He was thinner than Dean remembered, his face drawn and he looked tired, weary.

“Your mom tells me you boys done good for yourselves, opened up a boxing gym. I always knew you boys would,” John spoke, a proud smile on his face.

Dean looked over at his mother as Sam was telling John all about the gym watching her carefully. She quickly excused herself, mumbling something about pie, and he followed her.

“Mom? What is this? What is he doing here?” Dean questioned her as she sliced a fresh apple pie.

“Dean,” she began with a heavy sigh, “he is your father and he wanted to see you boys.”

“Yeah, I know he is, but we don’t need this right now. Things at the gym have been going well. Y/N and I are just getting started and I don’t need his drama pulling me down,” he passed her four small plates.

“Honey, he just wants to get to know you again. You don’t have to and I can’t force you. You are an adult and capable of making your own decisions.” Mary put the knife down and placed her hands on her son’s face. “All I ask is that you take some time to think about it. Talk to your girl. I really like her, you know,” Mary told him.

“I know, Mom and I will, but I think this is going to take some getting used to, is all.” Dean added forks to the plates and picked them up. He followed his mother out of the kitchen and back to the table.

“So Dean, Sammy here tells me you got yourself a girl, a cop, huh? Ain’t that something?” John attempted to draw Dean into the conversation.

“Yeah, she is,” Dean said quietly, just as his phone buzzed in his pocket and he reached for it.

“A little rude to take a call in the middle of dinner, don’t you think?” John piped up.

“You lost the right to tell me what to do a long time ago. You want to talk about bad decisions?” Dean started losing his temper.

“Dean…” Sam started to speak, but knowing his brother, thought better of it.

“Mom, thank you for dinner, but I can’t be here right now,” Dean kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbed his jacket and walked out, the back door slamming in his wake.

~*~

“Another whiskey, please,” Dean signaled the bartender as he ordered his second drink. He knew he should return Y/N’s text or call her, but he needed to clear his head first. After fifteen years, John thought he could just walk back into their lives, just like that. Did he really think it was going to be that easy?

~*~

You woke up to your phone buzzing and wiped the sleep from your eyes to see Dean’s face light up your screen.

“Hey handsome, I was just dreaming about you,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah? I was thinking about you too, Sweetheart. I am sorry I didn’t call earlier. It’s late, I should let you get back to sleep,” Dean spoke softly.

“Baby, just come over. I can tell something is on your mind. Did I ever tell you I am a good listener?” You bragged.

“Yeah, you are. Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you up,” Dean hesitated, but you could tell he wanted to.

“Of course I am sure, silly. Get your sweet ass over here, besides, I just took a nap; I can listen for hours,” you convinced him.

“Okay, I will be there in ten,” Dean replied.

It took less than ten minutes and Dean was softly knocking on your front door. You let him in and greeted him with a deep kiss, tasting the whiskey on him. You released him and lead him to the couch where you leaned into him.

“Spill it Winchester, what’s up? You don’t usually drink on a school night,” you coaxed.

“Um, ahh, my dad is out and he is, ah, in town. We had dinner with him tonight,” Dean revealed and you could see the pain in his eyes as he told you everything.

“I am so torn on what to do here, Y/N/N. I mean, yeah, he is my dad, but he isn’t the same man I knew fifteen years ago. Prison changes a person, doesn’t it? And I am definitely not the same person I was when he went away. Christ, I was only sixteen!” Dean stormed.

“Babe, it is going to take some time. He is still your father and as an adult, you get to choose whether or not you want a relationship with him. You don’t have to do this. Take it slow, take your time. You, Dean Winchester, are a patient man, so do it on your terms,” you advised.

“I am so damn happy I have you in my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Dean admitted to you as he wrapped one hand around the side of your face and neck, pulling you to him. His kiss was needy and salty, proof that he had been crying over the events of the day that weighed so heavily on his mind and soul.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Baby, I got you,” you breathed heavily into his mouth as you pulled away slightly. You rose, taking his hand and pulled him with you into your bedroom. It wouldn’t make it go away, but physical contact would help him to forget for the moment.

~*~

“You’re sure?” Det. Redman barked into the phone. A gun had been recovered four days after the body had been discovered and ballistics matched it, confirming it as the murder weapon. They had been waiting on prints for the past three days due to a back log.

“Yeah, I am sure, Detective. I ran it twice, just like always,” the lab tech told her and she slammed the receiver back into it’s cradle.

“Damn!” she barked at no one in particular.

“Come on Williams, that was the lab; we got a lead!” Redman told her partner as she holstered her weapon.

As they headed out to the last known address of the subject, she radioed for a patrol car to meet them.

You and Mike got the call and you called Det. Redman on her cell.

“Dawn, what’s up?” You asked as your partner navigated the busy streets, jammed with rush hour traffic.

“We got him. Prints came back as belonging to John Winchester. He served…” Dawn explained.

“Fifteen years for Involuntary Manslaughter,” you finished her sentence for her.

“Y/N, how did you know that?” Dawn was confused.

“Because he is my boyfriend’s father, he was just released and made his way here, trying to reconnect with his family,” you answered. “But, he isn’t at the address we were given. He is at Mother Mary’s, having dinner with his son, my boyfriend.”

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[babytabby]

He didn't deserve it

She was petrified when he called her name. Fear engulfed her body as she pushed her self out of the chair and silently walked over to the nurse that had called her name. He lead her down a long hallway into a room and told her to sit down. . The girls eyes wandered around the room as he took her blood pressure, temperature, the typical run through. Her eyes, still filled with fear, darted over to the nurse when he stood up and told her the doctor would be right in. He took a last look at her chart and gave her a smile with sad eyes. He knew the results. He knew and he couldn’t tell her what was wrong. . She wanted to beg and plea with the man infront of her, grab his hand, force him to the floor, anything so she could find out what was wrong with her already. . She refused to get checked at the tower, everyone would know immediately, probably before she did. They all knew she was sick, she knew, but from what? . She was so deep into thought she didn’t even realized that a woman had entered the room. This woman was in her early fifty’s, she had long brown hair that was curled and pulled back into a ponytail, she had on black slacks, a red blouse, and black flats on with the typical white coat. Y/n didn’t really pay attention to anything the woman said until she heard “I’m sorry Y/n. You have stage 2 leukemia.” The doctor watched as the 20 something girl nodded and sucked her bottom lip in. . After the two discussed Y/n’s options it was decided that her best option was to start chemotherapy immediately, her first session next monday, 5 days from now. She was given multiple prescriptions to pick up, and lists of support groups but she had stopped listening. . Why was this happening to her. She didn’t expect it to be horrible, something that could have been treated easily, something that wouldn’t kill her. She crying silently as she walked out of the hospital, completely oblivious to her surroundings, she didn’t notice Bucky was waiting for her outside, she just started walking towards the park. Bucky didn’t say anything, he followed her silently, he sat next to her on the bench, and they were quiet for a minute until the girl broke down, crying the paper with her medications, diagnosis, birthday, insurance, was crumpled in her fist as she began to cry harder. . Bucky was quick to her aid, pulling her close. She dropped the paper and replaced it with his shirt in her balled fists. He legs on either side of his, his medal hand held her waist close as his other grabbed the paper, he opened it and his heart stopped. The girl he loved was sick with a life threatening illness. “Y/n.” His voice was so small, broken. He placed the letter under his leg and pulled his love closer then before and held her as she sobbed on his shoulder. . His face was stained with tears by the time she had calmed down. She looked at him, tears still streaming from her eyes. “I love you.” Her forehead was resting on his, he pressed his lips on here and held back more tears. “I love you so much.” She placed her hands on the his cheeks and then stood up. He followed her quickly, taking her hand in his after he folded up that awful paper and put it in his pocket. . “Merry me.” He said without even thinking. She didn’t stop walking, just smiled at him and mouthed an ‘okay’. He knew she loved him. He knew she would die for him. He knew that she wanted to marry him. They had discussed in many times. “Unofficially engaged” they would call it. Now, now they can make it official. They can tell their friends this amazing need after they tell them the awful news. . Bucky picked the girl up and spin her around, she laughed and kissed his neck lightly as he put her down. Strangers gave them looks of disgust and happiness. “Mrs. Barnes.” She whispered to herself as they continued to walk to the pharmacy. . All to quickly their happiness faded as she told the pharmacist her name and gave them the means of identification they needed. Tears pricked her eyes again as they handed her the paper bags with the bottles of medication. She quickly walked back over to her fiance and pulled him outside. He put his arm around her shoulders and held her close as they walked back to the hospital to retrieve his car. . “Bucky?” She whispered as he drove down freeway. He hummed a replay and she began to twiddle her thumbs. “Why do bad things happen to good people?” She said this even quieter then before. His heart, shattered. He couldn’t believe a girl so sweet and kind, so gentle and pure, had to be put through something so horrible and damaging. . He didn’t know what to say, he just grabbed her hand and held it until they got back to the tower. . He got out to get her door, he opened it gently and she didnt move, she stared at the bags in her hands. He crouched to her level and hand his hand on her thigh. “Baby doll?” He was so kind to her. She looked at him, her eyes puffy and red. . “Will you tell them. Can you please tell them for me, or get them all together for me, I don’t want to say it more then I need to. He kissed her hand and nodded. He would do anything for her. . They walked out of the car, through the setting sun, and towards the elevater, then she stopped. The doors opened and she didn’t move. They closed, and she pushed the button again. Once again, she didn’t not move. She didn’t think she could face everyone, tell everyone the news. She knew they needed to know, they all cared about her because she had brought Bucky out of his shell. . She pushed the button one more time, and stepped in, pushed the button that lead the couple to their floor and waited, silence swallowed the two as they stood hand in hand. “Are you ready? You don’t have to tell them today. You can wait baby doll.” Bucky tried to reassure he but she only smiled at him and began to speak to F.R.I.D.A.Y. . She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Friday. Can you call everyone into the living room asap.” She kept eye contact with Bucky who smiled back at her. . “Of course Ms. Y/L/N” . By the time the couple had arrived on the floor the whole team was waiting for them. They quickly took an interest to the bags she held. She put them down and told them the bad news first. They were so sad. Tony felt horrible for not being able to tell something was wrong early on. He knew you so well, he had known your dad as you grew up. He was the one that introduced you to Bucky, he knew you would like him. He knew when you were lying before you said anything. Tony was like a second father to you, and he cursed himself for letting you get this sick. . Bucky told them the good news and they all seemed to brighten up instantly. Hugging you two and congratulating you. The night went bye with you explaining your illness and your treatment plan, saying you hood nights, and then slowly falling asleep on your fiance’s chest. . That was 3 months ago, now you were laying in the hospital, a scarf wrapped around your head, your skin looked blue, you were so thin, your e/c eyes were glossed over, your breathing shallow. You tried to hold your husbands hand tight, but you didn’t have the strength. . The cancer had quickly gotten worse, spreading quickly. Bucky had spent many nights holding you after you had spent most of your time with your face in the toilet, emptying your stomach and dry heaving, tears streaming down your face. Last week after vomiting you had fainted, Bucky rushed you to the hospital with Steve. Bucky was holding you in his lap begging for you to stay with him. . You two had gotten married in the hospital, you couldn’t leave your room, let alone your bed, and you knew your time was coming, so you begged Bucky to marry you in the hospital, he didn’t want to believe that you were going to leave him so he kept refusing, for about 2 hours until he finally broke down and agreed. . Now, he is asleep in a chair next to you, your hand in his while his head lays next to your thigh. You kept running your finger over his wedding band. You were glad he was finally sleeping. You smiled as best you could. “You are my heart and soul.” You whispered to him, and then your eyes started to get heavy. This was your time. “Bucky. ” You pushed him slightly and he lifted his head. His eyes full of sleep as he looked at you. “I love you, you are the best thing to ever happen to me.” You stopped and grabbed his other hand. “Please know, I do not want to die, I am not ready to die.” Your breathing got faster as you were quickly losing it. “You are my everything. You are my one and only. Please find someone else. Love a girl who can give you the world, who won’t leave you. Who can love you like I do.” Tears streamed down your face, and his as he nodded. He kissed your hands, and then your cold lips. . “I love you baby doll.” He whispered. And then that horrible, long solid beep filled the room. You had left him, your friends, your home you had broken the man you loved all over again. You gave him what he didn’t deserve.

[tmblogs]

March 11, 2017

I was uncontrollably happy today. I didn't sleep the night before, and handed in a crappy paper. This was due to the fact instead of doing the paper I listened to Anna's playlist for me, mine for her, and then the districts on repeat. I then wasted a couple hours on tumblr thinking about Anna. So yeah didn't get any of that shit done. The discussion in boogaard was better than usual as it was less factual, and more oppinion oriented. So despite me dying from exhaustion it was enjoyable. Ms. Wes was out so I just worked on the peer leader essays I was supposed to write the night before in c8. I really hope I get to be a peer leader, because freshman orientation was such a positive experience for me, and I just want to create that for people. Sohn was fine I worked on my essay more. Study hall came around and I sat with sean, and jennie which was a wierd group, but it was fine they played cards I did math homework. Anna stopped by, which was great, but my tiredness coupled with me not being prepared to see her made me just totally blank. I was trying to get my face to emote, but i was really fucking tired so i was a little wierd, but it was fun to see her. In lunch I went down the cafeteria, which is a rare occurence, and watched the flash mob, and it was so fucking akward, and cringy, but people clapped, and I died inside. Math I again just listened to anna's playlist. The same in gym but I also wrote my essay a bit, and worked out a bit. Clare is still fucking sick and it was snowing so i couldnt walk on the track so it was pretty boring. In english, ugh idfk man like I need to get in missing work and actually start doing shit because I am going to fail. I just need to get it together, but there is just a lot happening between the show, anna, and japanese like it's a little overwhelming dividing my time accordingly, but thankfully two of those things will be over in a week. Then in study hall my mom rushed to the school to sign the peer leader papers, because I was so fucking tired in the morning I totally forgot. After school I ran into anna, and we walked home, but I noticed jason wasnt there, and I was confused because she always walks with jason. So i started thinking she purposely left jason because of what I had said yesterday. Apparently she just forgot, but im still not sure because maybe she did remember like as we were leaving the school, and just decided not to say anything, because she didnt know how I would feel, but idk, I wish i knew what she was thinking at all moments of the day, but sadly that is not a thing I can do. The walk home was pleasant it took everything out of me to hide how fucking tired I was I mean I was dying but i tried to act energetic and like my brain was half working, but it was hard. Then it was wierd because I really wanted to keep walking with her so I just kept going, and missed all my turns, and then I askes myself how far are you going to walk with her? All the way to her house to the next stop, and then I was like she probably is thinking like hey wasnt that your turn and that I was wierd for just following her home, so then I decided to turn off, but i instsntly regreted that decision, and wished I had just kept going for a little longer, but like how much I had to leave at some point. Got home ate some food, a burrito, talked about plans for my birthday, I said I didnt want anything, because if they spend lots of money on me then they wont be as willing to let me spend lots of money, and i still need money but Ill probably get enough by this weekend, and then talk about it with my parents. Lol idk how they are gonna feel about the whole situation, but whatever. Slept for an hour and thirty, and was late to stage crew by thirty minutes. But goddamn was the show good. Just being there surrounded by people you love, and who love you, and just everything coming together to make something so beautiful it just made me so fucking happy, and I did that thing witb my hands where I shake then uncontrollably if im feeling mass amounts of joy and excitement, i mean that's how you nnow im really fucking happy. Anna went and picked up isabel, who is still mysterious and intimidating in my mind. Like holey fuck are people hype about her idk what to exoect if I ever actually meet her. OH MY GOD AND CASSIDY CAME, and it was so beautiful to see her again, and it felt like last year all over again, and I miss her sooooo much, and ugh it was great to see her if only briefly. If only gillian had come it would have been the og group me, gillian, cassidy, maura, and jimmy man, and sometimes alexis. Apparently gillian is being a real bitch though lately so. Ah man so many good times driving around for hours with them kind of sad that is all over. I remember one time we were out till like three am, and I was gillian and cassidy were piled atop me josh and jimmy, and alexis was in the front with maura, and awe man I miss that so much, but that's all over now and I accept that. Today it was maura and grace in the front me josh and leah in the back, and me and leah have become a lot more friendly I wonder if she still has grudge about what happened over the summer, and then ethan and amy in the back. Amy is wierd because I know she is a fake ass bitch, but also she is so fucking nice to me so like what am I supposed to do be mean to her? Like i cant be mean to someone if they dont first do some shit to me right, but idk the whole time we were together there was a thing in the back of mind saying like she hurt anna, and you shouldnt be nice to her, but like i didnt know what to do so i justed treated her like I always have. It was wierd to because I actually havent had a time were we hung out and it wasnt akward in like months so it was wierd going bsck to that. Of course josh brought vodka mixed with gatorsde, and we passed it around at ponzios, so first time I have drunk like sociably, didnt get drunk though only had a little bit. Then we gave liz the $1000 we raised for her and her family, she is a waitress at ponzios, I almost cried, amy and maura were crying, but i kept myself from doing so. Then on the ride back josh also decided to bring his vape pen so I tried that out for the first time to, and it was cool, tasted like strawberries so we all passed that around. At this point the car was filled with smoke, snd there were like seven or 8 people piled in, and of course we stop right behind a fucking police car for a good solid 2 mjnutes, so everyone fucking ducked in the trunk and like sat up straigjt and shit but nothing happened as always i was the first to be let out, which kind of bugged me but it was whatever, and yeah now im here and it is 12:48 am. So yeah