i will cry on the writers

Imagine Chris freaking out about you. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5 is in two letter parts, why? ‘Cause I’m a monster. No shit, I was crying so hard when I wrote this. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

June 23, 2019; you were thirty-two weeks and Chris was still experiencing the pregnancy with you. Alex was right when he said “they’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” After signing a contract with them, they told both their writer and their director that they were in no rush to start production and could wait until their power couple had their second child before they cracked the hammer. Needless to say, you and Chris were both incredibly grateful to them. It also gave the two of you a chance to assure them that the movie was going to be amazing because it meant you had more time to plan, review, and refine.

At 1:48AM, Chris was still going strong with scene twenty-eight; you, however, had fallen victim to exhaustion and was now fast asleep. Chris looked over at you and chuckled softly, carefully taking your glasses from your face and putting your worn copy of your script aside. He reached for a cashmere throw and was about to cover you with it when you woke due to a sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Oh my God,” your hand flew to your stomach as tears filled your eyes. “Chris,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist with a tight squeeze. His entire body went numb when he saw how pale your lips were becoming from the pain you were experiencing from your sudden contractions; the pain was like your worst period cramps, but ten times more intense. “What’s happening?”

“Breathe,” he advised, trying to do the same himself as he didn’t want to start freaking out too. “We’re only thirty-two weeks, you can’t be-” He cut himself off when you whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut as you grimaced. “We gotta go to the hospital, I’m going- I’m going to take you to the hospital.” He peeled your hand off his wrist then rose to his feet, scrambling a little as he was on the verge of a panic attack himself.

“No, wait,” you panted; Chris turned around with narrowed eyes. “It’s- um-” you managed a smile because you didn’t want to worry him. “It’s fine, it’s not pa-” A blinding pain shot through you and you cried, making Chris flinch. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “No, stop,” you shook your head as you saw your husband reach for his phone. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m fin-” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from crying out as you experienced another contraction.

“You are not fine,” he ignored you as he dialed for Scott; someone needed to look after Jack while he took you to the hospital and he was the closest being only half an hour away. “We’re going to the hospital, Y/N,” he asserted as he rejoined your side, taking your cold hand in his. “You’re freezing,” he muttered to himself.

You tried to sit up straight when you felt something warm flow out of you, you looked down and saw blood which sent you into a panic. “Chris,” you squeezed his hand and he turned to you. “I’m in trouble,” you told him and he frowned. “I’m bleeding,” you started to cry as you beckoned his gaze to your pants.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Let’s go, let’s go now.” He helped you to your feet with his phone held up by his shoulder. “We’re- Scott! Scott, oh my God. We need you to meet us at Boston General, Y/N’s bleeding and we don’t- We need you to come get Jack. Please, hurry!” He hung up then supported you as you made your way to the front door.

“What’s happening, Chris?” You couldn’t stop crying and Chris’ eyes were starting to water too. “What’s going to happen to our- Oh, God!” You cried, hunching over as you stopped walking. “No no no,” you whimpered as you started to sob. “I can’t lose her, Chris!” You screamed when he tried to get you to continue walking.

“Hey hey,” he knelt down in front of you, taking both hands in his. “We’re not going to lose her, okay? Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine, you just have to let me get you to the hospital. Just breathe, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” You turned away from him, choking on your tears. “Believe in me, I’m going to take care of you.”

“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice turned both your heads. He and Dodger were awoken by the commotion; he stood on the staircase rubbing his sleepy eyes, whereas Dodger had gone into alert mode and rushed to your side. “Mama, are you okay?”

“I’m-” You bit the inside of your cheek again, not wanting to scare Jack and Dodger more. You reached down and patted Dodger when he nudged his head into your leg, giving him a weak smile. “I’m fine,” you nodded at Chris who was clearly at wits end with worry.

“Bud, come here.” Chris rose to his feet and beckoned Jack over with his hand; Jack ran over and Chris scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital, okay? Uncle Scott’s going to pick you up from there while I check Mama in.” Jack nodded as he looked over at you, his small face filled with worry. “She’s going to be fine, I’m just going to need your help to keep her calm in the car. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jack nodded. “I’ll walk,” he said as he got his dad to put him down, “you help Mama.”

Jack grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes himself while Chris helped you with yours, trying not to start crying every time you’d whimper or cry out with pain. He made Jack take your hand while he put on his own shoes and jacket, keeping an eye on you the entire time. He told Dodger to stay as he and Jack helped you out, locking the door behind the three of you. You heard Dodger bark a couple times before he quieted down; your heart ached for the pup. Chris helped you into the back seat then helped Jack with his car seat before he got in and drove out to the hospital.

“Mama, it’s going to be okay.” Jack squeezed your hand as you cried softly, breathing through the pain that you wanted to faint from. “You’re going to be okay.” He shared a glance with his dad through the rear view mirror, managing a smile when he saw his dad manage one.

Scott had reached the hospital before the three of you did, he was standing outside the entrance with a nurse and a wheelchair. They rushed over to help you into the chair, asking you questions that you were too panicked to answer so Chris did for you. Scott scooped Jack up and followed behind Chris who was wheeling you behind the nurse.

They took you up to Obstetrics ward and called your gynecologist from there while the resident doctor examined you. Chris stayed by your side the entire time, whereas Scott and Jack waited in the waiting room. The doctor and nurses hooked you up to several machines, checking your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse- which they also did for the baby, making sure her heart was still beating as you couldn’t feel her moving inside you anymore. After deliberating with your gynecologist on the phone, they decided it was best if she came in to help you deliver the baby immediately via c-section.

“Chris,” you cried softly as they prepped you for surgery; your husband held your hand tightly, a little worried that things would turn out badly in the OR. “If anything happens-” You began because you had the same concerns, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Don’t you even dare,” he managed a soft chuckle with very limited humor; it was his only way to stop himself from crying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Y/N. I’m going to be right outside waiting for you to join me in becoming parents to two beautiful children, okay?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t want to do this alone.” You shook your head, your lower lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “I can’t do this alone, I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes you are,” he brushed your hair back, smiling. “You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, Y/N. Not even Captain America can live up to your level of strength and bravery.” You managed a smile through your fears and tears. “And you are not alone, I am with you always.” He placed his hand on your heart. “Always, Y/N.”

“We’re ready,” the nurse informed you and Chris; you both tensed immediately. “Dr. Vanderbilt is waiting in the OR.” You tightened your grip on Chris’ hand, shaking your head at him because you didn’t want to go in. “You’ll see each other in a few hours.” The nurse shot Chris a look because she was going to need him to let you go seeing as you weren’t going to let him go.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He assured you. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?” You shook your head, tightening your grip as he tried to loosen it. “Baby, you’re going to be okay. I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust our daughter. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he promised as you felt your grip loosen. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He gently caressed your face and kissed your lips before taking a step back so they could wheel your gurney into the OR.

He held up his hand, giving you a small wave until you disappeared behind the doors. He let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned against the wall, feeling tears well his eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head buried in his hand, he waited to see you again.

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Part 5B coming soon.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Jon and Sansa's reunion in 6x04? For me, it was the best thing that happened in this fucking how. And also this might sound strange, but...Jon and Sansa have chemistry?! A LOT of chemistry. Like, what the hell?

I cry about Jon and Sansa’s reunion at least twice a day, anon. It cleared my skin, watered my crops, etc.

And their chemistry is fucking real. No need to whisper about it. (I mean have you looked at my blog?) It’s not strange. Sophie and Kit are two young, insanely attractive individuals who didn’t share any actual scenes together establishing them as brother and sister prior to their reunion, they’re comfortable around each other, and they clearly had a great time filming season 6 together, which transpired. Plus, the writers and directors capitalized on this as much as they could, they went for EXTRA intensity in ALL their interactions, and whether it was intentional or not they used a lot of tropes / narrative devices that people TEND to associate with romantic tension (see: hand grabbing, long intense stares at each other, “I’ll protect you I promise”, slow-motion forehead kisses, dramatic arguments bathed in candle light, the tent scene man, THE TENT SCENE)

so yeah, don’t feel sorry for seeing chemistry. I feel it too.

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#ThankYouBones Week

Day 9: 4 Hodgela scenes that made you cry

I think perhaps my favorite thing about this couple is that they were completely unplanned at the start of the series. TJ and Michaela had such chemistry during their scenes together in season 1, that the producers and writers had no choice but to take notice. It wasn’t always smooth sailing for these two. And we even had to endure a broken up Hodgela for a couple years. It could have been painful, but I think they both grew into the people they needed to be in order to finally achieve their happily ever ever. Angela and Hodgins have been a joy to watch evolve and grow more and more in love with each passing season. One of my all-time favorite moments (not pictured) is when Hodgins made it possible for Angela to pursue her dream of living and working in Paris. The plans were set, and they had one foot out the door. But during their last case at the Jeffersonian, Angela witnesses Hodgins’ excitement as he operates a piece of machinery. And he literally tells the machine that he will miss it. The scene cuts to Angela just staring at her husband. And later, she informs him that they have to stay in D.C. Hodgins’ life is at the Jeffersonian. And she cannot take away his dream just to fulfill her own. Even if he would willingly bend the world to make her happy. “And-and I’m okay with it. As long as I’m with you.” Additionally, the paralysis arc was some of TJ and Michaela’s most compelling work to date. Like Booth and Brennan, Hodgins and Angela have proven time and time again that they are solid. Though they nearly crumbled when Hodgins spiraled into a dark and hopeless state after learning that he may never walk again. Angela refused to give up on her husband and the life they share. And she helped him find his way out of the darkness. Now they are thriving once more. And I couldn’t be happier. They deserve the world, and more. Angela is Hodgins’ carburetor for life. 

anonymous asked:

i just noticed while rewatching 2x03 that kara compliments the flowers Lena has on her office... this extra mess of a lesbian really went and filled her office with those flowers because she remembered she casually said she likes them, huh?

please I’m gonna cry I talk about the flower motif 24/7 like…the information was so unnecessary for the scene in 2x03 like Kara had NO business (imo) trying to break the ice after their disagreement by talking about sapphic ass FLOWERS of all things… and Lena automatically hit her with all those extra lezzy compliments like “was your mother a writer too” when Kara said the flowers reminded her of her mom like… an then Lena was like “well you have a natural gift with words your articles amazing” like tbh? especially if she knows Kara is an alien that’s such a nice ass compliment… even so it was such a sweet thing to say as she looked Kara up and down like… that scene is def one of the lezziest between them. they’re both truly so sweet and respectful of each other? like. bezzie mates tbh… supercorp is no joke endgame those two are just so? so genuine and sweet of each other? im YELLING supercorp is endgame and the true slowburn

Thess vs Writing

Writing is the weirdest fucking profession.

Making people cry.

Making people nauseous.

Making people angry.

These are not good emotions to feel.

Yet a writer should be proud when they do it because you have generated those very visceral responses from putting words together in just the right order.

I mean, we make people feel all the good emotions too, and that’s great, but we’re supposed to be as proud, if not prouder, of the times we spark off the really unpleasant visceral shit.

We are fucking weird as a species, man.

anonymous asked:

⭐ !! ~(^з^)-♡

:3

Fact about myself: It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been writing for or how many fics I’ve written, getting appreciated and complimented by people who take time to read my work is literally one of the most satisfying feelings ever. I know it sounds like I’m fishing for compliments and shit, but I’m really not. It’s just the knowledge that someone likes what I’ve made and lets me know makes me want to cry? TBQH, I’m striving to be a writer who can connect with people and vice versa.

anonymous asked:

Being a writer is weird. I accidentally built a love story in my head about a girl who is secretly in love with the purest, bravest guy ever, but he's aro/ace. He thinks of her as a best friend and doesn't understand (or even know about) her feelings toward him, so he keeps unknowingly hurting her when he tries to be friendly. But one day her older sister explodes and calls him a monster, and he breaks down in tears because he doesn't even understand what he did wrong. And now I need to go cry

Okay, so in general, I am a sucker for miscommunication in fanfics, because that hits so close to real life in so many ways.

And it’s great that you can get so invested in what you write! Go cry a bit, you deserve it!

(Then write to make it better at the end! )

anonymous asked:

You're nice and I love you for it. Also your fics are grade A quality and I love them and you're an amazing writer who can make me cry

im going to print this and frame it on my wall khakjdsfhkdjhf OMG THANK U??? thank you so much aaa ily2 and im happy my fics made you feel Emotions?? HOW DO I EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE PROPERLY????????????/

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emeraude talking about how the writers room handles different sexualities (x)

i think i fell in love with you long before i realized
but come to think of it
how could i not?
after all of the late night conversations
and the times you were my shoulder to cry on
  after the hugs that felt like home
  and all of the times you were my hand to hold
  after the “good morning” and “good night” messages
  and all of the phone calls you made just to make sure i was okay
  after all of the times you made me laugh when it felt like i would never smile again
  and all of moments and memories we can never tell a soul
  maybe i didn’t even really fall for you
  i think i just woke up one day
  and i knew
  that you were the one who i wanted by my side
  through thick and thin
  for better or for worse
  it’s always been you
  and i hope it always will be you
—  Anonymous said: Can you write something about falling in love with your best friend?
(cc, 2017)
She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

I love how artists are capable of seeing a flower in a war-zone and noticing a crying child in a festival. I love how poets write so intensely and passionately about the most random things. I love how a writer can turn an unnoticeable story into a bestseller. I just love souls that are different and unique, because I don’t feel like a freak when I’m around them.
—  Hira
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Maybe we only have one real love, maybe I won’t ever meet someone like you, and maybe I won’t ever be as good with somebody else that I could have been with you.. But I’m tired, and it’s time to love myself a bit.
—  Another heart-broken girl