Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvii}
AND NOW~ IT WAS TIME~ FOR TUMBLR TO DROWN IN THE SWEET SORROW OF THIS FIC'S 17TH CHAPTER
disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.
Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader
warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.
CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨
Chapter 16 was the icon
Chapter 17 is the legend
word count: 3.9k
(N/N) = nickname
*Kiara = Clare
*Kurt = Court
*cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)
This has got to be kidnapping.
Yet how can it be when you're not even verbally struggling to escape?
The only physical binding you have is your sprained ankle. If you didn't have that, you can easily jump out of the car.
But you dare not anger Court any further. He might not let you leave them until you ripen of old age.
Would that be so bad, though?
You blush, sharply averting your gaze out the window as if it would throw the thought away. Being with Court and Claire in less than three hours for thrice a week should be enough for friends hanging out.
Right?
So, why are you wishing for more time?
Why are you always at the edge of your seat waiting for them?
Why is it always hard to watch them walk out of the cafe without you?
The answers are obvious. You just don't want to indulge them again, especially after what happened tonight.
"Home runnnn!" Claire shouts happily as she races through the garage. She certainly looked like she batted a ball out of the field, arms raised overhead, open-mouthed grin, and keys dangling noisily.
You and Court stay silent as Claire unlocks the door. He has you in his arms again, but you don't breathe a complaint this time.
"Want to take a bath, (N/N)?" Claire asks when the three of you entered the guestroom.
You nod. "Sure, that'd be grand."
Court gently sets you down on the bed. "Do you, um, need help?" he questions with a red face, "Taking a bath?"
You laugh. "I'm not that incapacitated, dude. Just get me a chair, towel, and clothes."
"Here's a towel!" Claire gets one from the closet and deposits it on the bed in a flash, "I'll go get a plastic chair!"
She's out of the room before either of you can blink.
"What a proactive teen," you comment amusedly before the silence becomes awkward.
Court snorts in agreement, looks at you for a few seconds, and turns away. "Hey, listen, you can borrow my clothes for the time being."
"Do you have my kind of underwear this time?" you tease.
"About the underwear.. we can buy some tomorrow morning." Court awkwardly rubs his nape, "There's a— what do you call this.. a small market at the park tomorrow. It's always there every Saturday, from 6 AM to 10 AM."
"A tiangge?"
"Yeah, that!"
"Alright, it'd probably be good for me to walk around tomorrow."
"Who says you'll be walking around?"
"Uh, I did?"
"No, you're staying in the car."
"What?"
"My house, my car, my rules."
You chuckle. "Court, seriously.. what are you doing? This is rather sweet and all, but you're lowkey scaring me." you swiftly add to ease his growing anxiety, "It's scary in a funny way, actually. But I'm getting worried that you're over-worrying about me."
He glances down at the floor. "Isn't this what friends do?" and peers at you with eyes so dubious it's as though he doesn't know the meaning of friends.
"Yeah, it is.. and I would do the same for you, it's just that…" you look straight into his eyes, "This kind of overworrying feels different. I can't help but think it feels different. This, us, we.. feel different. But I don't want to think it does, I want to know."
You're quick to realize what you just said, their weight and meaning, so you let out a loud laugh. Hopefully it will dispel your statements.
"Or maybe it's just me!— Me being silly ol' me," you snicker.
Yet Court is looking at you as though he understands the facade you're wearing.
"What's so funny?" Claire drags a monoblock chair into the room.
You shake your head. "I was just mimicking Flint Lockwood."
"You know Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs?!"
"Know it? I've watched it a hundred times!"
"There! Good as new!" Claire declares, satisfied.
After taking a bath, the father-daughter duo helped you with your wounds again. Claire has just finished bandaging your elbow. While Court went to get another compression bandage after leaving an ice pack on your ankle.
"Kiara.. may I ask you something?"
She snorts. "Of course. And no need to be all formal."
"How did you and Kurt find me?"
Claire freezes, the look on her face somewhat resembles a search engine loading continuously due to a weak internet. "Um, well.. we were going to invite you to watch a movie with us," she smiles sheepishly, "It's Friday. And it's been a while.
"Anyway, we knew you were going to Lillia's, so we turned around and drove to the hotel. We got there just as you were being chased."
You resist a shudder when you hear derisive howling in your ears. You wonder how long those guys will be in your mind, their laughs and hoots bouncing back and forth, reverberating your skull.
"I'm glad you two turned around," you smile at Claire with glassy eyes. "Thank you, Kiara."
She's stunned until tears brim her eyes. But Claire doesn't let them fall. "Don't just thank me. It's Six who beat their asses," she snickers.
"Who?" you ask.
"What?" Claire replies and freezes in realization.
"(Y/N), are you hungry?" Court inquires, sidling in the room.
"No, thank you." you glance at him from head to toe, "How about you? Didn't all that ass kicking got you starving?"
"Not really." Court sits on a chair at the edge of the bed. He takes off the ice pack from your ankle, which he towel-dries before he mindfully wraps a compression bandage around it.
He's too focused on your sprain while you're so engrossed watching him that neither of you notice Claire sneaking out of the room.
"Hey, can you come over here and hand me the ice pack?"
Court just finishes bandaging your sprain. Yet he wastes no time obliging you. This, again, neither of you notices.
"You found another welt on you?" he asks, sounding like he's half-joking (but he's not).
You snatch the ice pack from him and press it up against his left jaw. Court is monumentally unprepared for the "assault" that he winces in pain.
"Nope! Found a bruise on you, though." you say, snickering.
Court lets the astonishment wash over him. "You notice that?" he asks, somewhat amazed.
"At first, I thought it was a tattoo."
"Really?"
"No, I'm joking."
"Oh.."
You snort. "Doofus."
"Twerp," he fires back, flaring.
You double over, laughing. But you still have the ice pack steady on his jaw. "Sometimes you're a sore loser," you examine his face for any more injuries, but it's hard when he's scrunching it up to a scowl. "No, scratch that, you are one."
"And you're just infuriating. All. The. Time." he remarks with hardening emphasis.
"But you love me," you intone jokingly.
Court stares at you, astounded. And as the blood creep up his face, your laugh dies down in shame.
He knows you're joking, right?
You know you were joking.. right?
Sure, you like-like him, but you wouldn't call it love. Infatuation is more like it. Or stirrings, as Captain Jack Sparrow termed it.
Your inner self gives you an unimpressed look.
'Ok, fine.. feelings.'
Court calls your name.
"Huh? What?" you snap out of your stupor.
Court grabs the ice pack from you and off his jaw. "I asked if you want to call somebody." he says with genuine concern.
"Oh… I don't think I can talk to anybody about what happened just yet."
"Okay," he pauses, "Sorry.. I thought you'd feel better if you talked to Mindy. Or maybe Erick."
You chuckle. "I would if we were still dating."
Court blinks at you.
You elaborate. "I mean, we were only dating. He's not really my boyfriend in the first place."
"So… You two aren't dating anymore?" Court asks.
"That's right." you nod and pretend like your heart is not leaping up your throat because of what you plan to say next. "I told Erick I can't date him anymore because I realized I already like someone else. Even before him."
"So," he hums inquisitively, "You're dating this someone now?"
You shake your head, smiling sadly. "No, I haven't told him I like him yet."
He gulps. "Why is that?"
"Because after what happened tonight, as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."
Court is looking at you like you're a thousand-piece puzzle.
You blush. "I know I've liked this guy for a long while now. And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."
Silence spreads to every corner of the room. And if it weren't for the crickets serenading outside, the silence would be awkward the way it should be.
Court is still saying nothing. He has his eyes on the floor and you have no idea what's going on in his mind.
Typically, you're that friend who advises their other friends to just say it— do it!— Don't ride the merry-go-around.
Yet here you are, dangling on one of the carousel horses as it spins for all eternity.
"You should get some rest." Court says finally.
"Huh?"
"I said, you should get some rest."
"Oh… That's what I thought you said."
He hauls out something from his jacket pocket. "Here.. the channel is all set," he nods at the walkie-talkie, "Keep it open and call me as soon as you need me— or anything."
"Sure," you grab the device absentmindedly. "Good night."
"Good night."
And then he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
You look at the transceiver, place it on the bedside drawer, and expel a hefty sigh. "Ang tanga mo talaga," you tell yourself, forcibly lying down. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You should've just told him!— Why didn't you tell him? Oh right, because I'm an idiotic, no good, shit for brains, twat!"
A sharp twinge rises up your leg as a scratching pain erupts from the rest of your body. "Ow, ow, ow," you stop thrashing, slowly placing your sprained ankle atop the pillow it was on. You sigh exasperatedly, "I'm such a dumbass."
"You're such a dumbass!"
"Excuse me?" Court glares at Claire over his shoulder as they climb up the stairs.
She rolls her eyes. "Her message was as clear as the archipelago sun!"
"Whose?"
"(N/N), duh!"
He furrows his brows. "What message?"
She snaps her fingers. "And that's why you're such a dumbass."
"Fine. Whatever. Just get to bed."
"Fine! Let's all see how this stupidity between you and (N/N) plays out!"
Claire storms in her room and noisily shuts the door before Court can retort. He ponders what she's got to be mad about.
He takes a short bath, sets another set of clothes aside for you, and checks the house's security.
No one's after you three.
That's not just why Court suggested you stay with them for a few days. This is better than you staying all night at the cafe alone. And like hell he'll ever leave you alone after what happened tonight.
Court checks the handgun under his pillow as he looks at the guestroom's feed.
If someone did come after them, he'll have no choice but to take you with him and Claire.
Suddenly, he recalls what you said earlier as he lays on the bed.
"...as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."
You're not talking about him, right?
"I know I've liked this guy for a long while now—"
There's just no way, right?
"—And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."
Court abruptly sits upright. "Fuck!" he breathes out, wishing he can do the same to the heat in his cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself, man. You're 100% uncertain."
Maybe you were just delirious from the trauma.
Yeah, that's plausible.
But also worrisome.
Court glances over to his desk, where the security feed is showing any events live inside, outside, and ten meters around the house. But he's focused on one feed: the guestroom.
You're fast asleep already. And how you're so unmoving sets paranoia ablaze in his veins.
He has the right to worry, right?
So, it's okay for him to switch on the guestroom's camera audio and cranks it up until he hears your breathing, right?
He puts on one earbud and doesn't dwell on the fact that what he's doing is downright creepy.
Setting up a tablet beside him on the bed, Court finds the security feed on the device. He then lies back down and tries closing his ends. Not after a minute, he ends up watching you on the screen.
'Hopeless..'
He ignores his demons snickering at him.
As he continues eyeing the security feed of the premises, particularly you, Court doesn't realize he fell asleep.
Until he hears you scream.
"NO! NO! STOP— PLEASE!"
Court practically becomes The Flash. He bolts down to the guestroom before his eyes can fully open.
He shouts your name as he bursts in the room. Opening the lights, he finds that you have no (external) attacker.
You're sitting down, yet you looked like you ran a marathon. "Hey, Kurt," you wipe the cold sweat off your brow. "I'm so sorry for waking you."
He stammers. "No. Not really, I.. I just got up to get some water."
You glance at the time, 1:35 AM. "Still, sorry for disturbing you and shit."
Court sighs. "Stop apologizing. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Maybe 99 more to get it through my thick skull?"
"That's probably not enough."
You laugh, shaking your head, and you scratch behind your ear. "Did I wake Claire up, too?"
Court glances out the door when he hears footsteps. Claire carefully rounds the corner, armed with a handgun dipped towards the floor.
"No, she's still asleep." he blankly says as he turns back to you.
You heave a brow. "Why are you lying?"
Court is taken aback. Was he that obvious? No one can usually read him, not even Claire; although, Donald and Margaret used to.
"Oh, Claire!" you holler in a singsong voice.
The teen reluctantly peers in the room, hiding her weapon behind her. "H-Hiya," she smiles nervously.
You chuckle. "The two of you should get back to bed. I'm sorry for getting you out of there in the first place."
"It wasn't your fault you had a nightmare, (N/N)." says Claire. "Would—"
"Would you like some company?" Court asks just before the teen could. He looks at her in befuddlement, while she sneers maniacally at him.
"No, you two should rest." you give a small smile, "I'll be fine."
Except you didn't get to be.
For the past three hours, you've woken up from several nightmares. Only a few of them did you wake up screaming. Sometimes you can't even sleep immediately because it takes you back to the same bad dream.
It takes all of Court's might not to barge back in the guestroom, lay down next to you, and kick all those nightmares in the ass.
After your first nightmare, Court hasn't slept a wink. He returned to his room and watched you through the security feed. When you've had your second nightmare, he quickly sets up the sandbag in his room and starts whaling on it.
But there's only so much that he can take from hearing your cries. He tried muting your security feed, yet for some reason, it's worse than before.
So, Court has selfishly decided that you need someone with you tonight. Whether you like it or not.
He waited until you're back in deep sleep after a nightmare.
Without little to no sound, Court sneaks into the guestroom and places a chair beside the bed. And as he sits there, it just hits him that he doesn't know what the fuck to do. You'll probably have a heart attack when you wake up and find him staring at you.
How should he comfort you?
He pinches himself when the first thought he has is to get in bed with you. There's got to be another way other than that— it'll be the last resort.
You suddenly let out a grunt, stirring, and Court flinches, readying to flee. But you're still asleep. It's another nightmare.
Court spots your clenched fist and tightens his jaw. He looks at your grimacing face, and for some reason, it's similar to your concentrating face. Now, here's a thought: what if you're suppressing yourself for him and Claire? So that you won't wake them up because of your nightmares.
He chuckles in both disbelief and admiration. That'd truly be you. Even when you're having trouble, you're still looking after them.
Breathing in and out, Court takes your balled hand in both of his. He strokes your fist, tracing patterns on your skin until he feels your muscles release their contraction. Gently, he unfurls your tightened fingers and soothes them one by one.
Compared to his, your appendages are small and smooth. It astonishes him how a hard worker such as yourself has dainty hands. But he stands corrected when he feels a few callouses. Nevertheless, your hand fascinates him.
What would it feel like to hold both of your hands in his own?
The thought is cut short when he feels crescent marks on your palm. Court frowns at that and then at you. "Idiot.. stop taking on everything by yourself," he whispers and carefully holds your hand in both of his. "I'll be here for you, (Y/N). I am here. You just.. gotta see me."
For the second time tonight, Court has fallen asleep watching you.
And once again, you're the one to wake him. But not with a scream this time.
"Court," you softly call, tugging on his hands.
With his name like a feather on your lips, everything within him stirs wildly into life. But he doesn't show that effect you have on him.
He slowly rises from slumping on the bed. "Hey, sorry, did I scare you?" he blurts out with one eye still closed.
You chuckle. "No, you didn't."
"Get back to sleep. I'll just be here."
"Why don't you..?"
"Hm?" Court blinks at you curiously.
You fight back the blush, scoot further in the bed, and pat the space beside you. "I don't think you're comfortable there. Why don't you sleep here instead?"
He gulps. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing here first?"
"Will you answer me honestly? Or tell me to shut up and rest?" you question amusedly.
"Both?" he stifles a grin.
You shortly laugh before you tug him towards you. It doesn't take long for him to fold. Just you holding his hand is enough to make Court roll over for you.
He worriedly climbs in the bed—
"Oh, wait!"
"What?!"
"Let's switch."
".. Why?"
You redden. "I don't want you sleeping on my sweat, man! Understand?!"
He looks at you for a few seconds and sputters out a laugh. "Alright, fine," he says before you can chastise him for laughing. You scoot over as he rounds the bed, "There. Happy?"
"Very," you nod and settle down.
"Oh, wait!" he exclaims this time.
"What?!"
Court returns to his room to retrieve his clothes that you were going to wear later in the morning. "Change. You stink." he chucks them to you, sneering.
"Go away, then." you snarl.
"Like hell I would."
"Just turn around, moron!"
He obliges, snickering, and when he faces away from you, horrific realization strikes like vicious lightning across his chest.
You're undressing. With him still in the room. And it's just the two of you. Has he mentioned that you're currently undressing?
His demons are biting into the side of his neck, yanking at him to look over at you. This is bad. His self-control is losing a lot of blood.
"Need any help?"
Yup, that's significant blood loss right there.
"No, I got this. Thanks, Kurt."
After an eternity (minute) of suffering..
"Done!" you exhale, relieved.
And so did Court.
He rigidly gets in the bed without glancing at you. His self-control needs recharging, it doesn't help that you're half-an-arms length away. But even just a visual on you is lethal.
The two of you are staring at the ceiling. Until you turn your head to Court, just as he risks a glance at you. His self-control can't charge anymore.
You grin apologetically. "Sorry for keeping you up. Let's get some rest," and roll on your side, facing away from him. "Good night."
"Yeah, night." he replies, staring at your back.
Before horrendous thoughts can start invading his mind, Court notices something amusing.
He stifles a grin, his shirt is like a blanket on you. The way it hangs on you with too many folds screams that you're wearing an extremely baggy top. It'll never not be entertaining to have you in his clothes. What's more, only ⅓ of your feet are sticking out the hem of his joggers.
This time, Court doesn't fall asleep watching you. Because with you up close, he's granted visual acuity to scrutinize you evenly.
Your hair doesn't appear damp despite the cold sweat you're experiencing from the nightmares.
The curve of your shoulder somewhat displays tenacity and elegance simultaneously.
How can such a tiny body hold so much strength and carry such burdens?
Eventually, the nightmares are back. And Court is ready for them.
As soon as you're stirring abnormally and moaning in fear, Court props onto his elbow and carefully grabs your shoulder. He calls your name, shaking you gently.
You jolt awake, breathing heavily. "Court," you look at him, the fear in your wide eyes diminishing gradually. "Did I wake you?"
"No," says Court, steeling his resolve. "Come here."
You almost didn't understand what he said. Until he pulls you to him. And you move compliantly.
Court shimmies his arm under your head, while the other clutches your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between your back and his chest.
You stifle a squeak when he slips a leg between yours. "Sorry," he says in your hair, "Just gotta get this.."
He clasps the edge of the pillow with his toes and carefully reels it. "Lift your left leg up," he tells you, and you oblige. He leaves the pillow between your legs and grabs the one you lifted. "You can put this down now."
He helps you in setting your sprained ankle down on the pillow.
"Good girl."
Oh, damn..
Thank the heavens you're not facing him right now. He'd probably mistake your face for a stove.
"No nightmare is getting to you now."
"Huh?"
You feel him moving his face against the back of your head.
"I said," he pauses, voice low, breaths fanning on your ear. "No nightmare is getting to you now. Because I'm protecting you."
Your heart finds it hard to go back to its place after cartwheeling up your throat. And when it's reminded of the position you and Court are presently in, your heart threatens to roll out your mouth.
"The nightmares are in my head, though." you chuckle, placing a hand on the arm you're resting your head on, you reach for his hand. "Thank you."
Court watches, with fireworks gleefully exploding in his chest, as you intertwine your hand with his. When the festivities calm down, he gives your hand a squeeze.
"You're always welcome, (Y/N)."
A/N: these chapters will be all FOR NOW~ I am continuing this fic y'all, albeit it'll be from time to time (ehem month to month huhuhuhu)
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Creator Spotlight: Week 5
Welcome back to our TWW Creator Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured creator the same ten questions as well as select questions submitted on twitter. This week, we’re chatting with @casliyn (@kennysroys on twitter // casliyn on ao3). Kenny makes amazing Instagram AUs and social media edits and recently posted her first TWW fic, and we are so excited to be chatting with her!
1) What are your top 5 desert island TWW fics?
I had to answer this question last because it was so hard!! I could do TED Talks on every single fic I’ve chosen!
The Crux by thefinestmuffins
There aren’t enough words for me to express how brilliant, beautiful and simply AMAZING this fic is. Like I’m fully invested in getting a trench coat, boots and getting bangs because of that episode and THIS fic. I also reread this fic way too many times.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40290822
all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) by thefinestmuffins
The kind of subtle, love triangle, yearning vibes I WANTED from the show but never got. There are so many lines that stung me but “She tamps down the desperate feeling rising in her chest, the conviction that if she pulled the car over right now, sunk her fingers into the back of his neck and tugged him into a fierce kiss, she could still, somehow, make him hers. If she could just kiss him with enough feeling to jostle the right number of quarks in a particular way, maybe there would no longer be a latent impossibility in their relationship and the whole thing with Amy wouldn’t have ever even happened and they’d blink their eyes open right into her Wisconsin daydream life, where all conflicts, internal and external, would have been previously and tidily resolved.” ALWAYS FUCKS ME UP!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34814884
The Choice by eowyn_of_rohan
Subtle yet heartbreaking and sadly very relevant to what we’re dealing with in this country when it comes to healthcare and abortion. I’m a sucker for a good Sam/Ainsley fic and this one is no exception!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39867939
darling, So it goes (some things are meant to be) by mikaylawrites
As a music lover, this fic is everything I never knew I needed. Every Sunday Mikayla is subjected to my overzealous reactions from the latest update and I’m eternally grateful for that. Yeehaw forever.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40367838/chapters/101118813
Technically by theycallmethejackal
A mature yet realistic take on Josh and Amy’s relationship with excellent character building and fantastic dialogue!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22251676
2) Do you have a favorite character to write/edit? Favorite ship(s) to write/edit? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write/edit more of?
My favorite characters to write and edit for are definitely Donna, CJ, Josh and Abbey. I love creating content for all the characters but these four specifically are such a treat to write and edit for.
Favorite ship to write/edit definitely has to be Josh/Donna, I’ve loved them forever and the way that Janel and Brad play them will forever be timeless and iconic. I feel like anyone who wishes to act or even write should watch their performances because their performances and their entire arc truly is something special. Also my first West Wing Instagram AU was Josh/Donna so their edits will always be special to me!
3) Tell us about your creative process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)
Between my three jobs and school it’s a tad bit hard to sit down and draft out my stories and edits like I once did but there are a few things I do to keep my thoughts aligned. For my Instagram edits, I collect my photos from Pinterest and WeHeartIt so whenever I have some down time I like to scroll through and see if there’s anything that fits the requests I receive or just something I like in general and add it to my board specifically for edits. Then with writing, I always say if I can hear the dialogue and the characters conversing in my head then it needs to happen so if I hear a conversation for a story I’m writing, I always jot it down in my notes app on my phone. Also, since 2018 I’ve had this running list in my notes app of funny things I’ve heard people say around me. Whenever I’m writing and I’m beating myself up thinking of something funny to write I look at that list and I’ll typically find something funny to put in. I’m a night owl so I always, always get a good chunk of my writing down in the middle of the night while sipping on my Raspberry Minute Maid drink and midnight snacks (Hershey Cookies and Creme drops or Nestle Toll House Edible Cookie Dough).
I also need Youtube up and running to play scenes from the show in the background while writing or editing, it helps me write the dialogue /story when I hear the actors' pronunciation and speaking patterns.
4) What editing/writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?
Practice, practice, practice and always help out others!!! I remember when I first started making my Instagram edits and was dissatisfied with how they came out. The more I made though, the better I got! As for writing, I’d say never be afraid to delete something and save it for another fic. I write in Google Docs and upload to A03 so anytime I'm finalizing a draft and I’m noticing a line-or scene isn’t fitting in, I'll cut it out and paste it to a blank document. I’d also encourage people to create edits and write small little scenes just for themselves. For my Instagram AUs I have probably hundreds I’ve made for myself and have no intention of posting (unless I feel like it one day haha) and by doing this, it helps me keep the creative juices flowing. I’d also suggest writing a list of every single thing that has to happen at the end of each scene, this helps you remember what needs to happen by the time you finish a scene.
Also find a friend in the fandom to send small snippets of your writing too! Some of my best edits came from my friends suggesting things to me.
5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?)
I typically get my inspiration from reading other fics, watching clips of the show and listening to music. When I’m writing a fic I create a playlist for that specific fic and add songs that remind me of the fic in it and will listen to that specific playlist nonstop. (All I've been listening to is my ‘Paradise City’ playlist and the ‘Hacks’ S2 soundtrack haha).
6) What is the fic/edit you've written/created that you're most proud of and why?
I’m quite proud of ‘Paradise City’ being published! I spent a good month or two drafting the idea and now to actually post it means the world to me!
Edit wise, I’m quite proud of the Josh/Donna wedding one I did a few years back. It was my first one and I’m so proud I took the step in posting it!
Thank you to every single person who has liked/commented on my story or my edits, there aren’t enough words for me to say how much your support means to me.
7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of? And/or, are there any editing tropes/artists/themes you can't get enough of?
Anything Girl Dad Josh or Found Family centric will ALWAYS have my heart.
I’m also a sucker for the Country AU universe created by @dmosslyman. Yeehaw Sundays are the best kind of Sundays.
8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise/editing-wise that you haven't yet?
I’d definitely want to start showing some other characters in my Instagram edits! I’ve been slowly but surely adding new characters and it’s been fun so far! (I recently made a Mama Lyman post so if anyone wants it posted, I'll post it on my Tumblr!). I’ve dabbled in text fics between the characters so I’ll probably do more of that too.
And I'd like to start writing more! ‘Paradise City’ is my main concern right now as far as fic goes but I look forward to writing other stories in the near future!
I’d also like to probably do a fancam or two in the future! (I’m not the best editor haha)
9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?
quite LITERALLY am drinking Starbucks as I type this. For the hotter days I'll go with a Trenta Passion Tango Tea with Lemonade and Extra Sweetener. Then on the colder days I’ll have a Venti Honey Citrus Mint Tea. Sometimes, I’ll get two croissants in the morning with my drink if I’m commuting and couldn’t get breakfast or two cookies and creme cake pops when I want to treat myself (which I did today).
10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?
Definitely my Tumblr ( @casliyn ) in general. That’s where I post all of my instagram edits and links to my fic! As for fic, the second chapter of ‘Paradise City’ should be posted within the next few days so I’d definitely suggest people to check it out if they haven’t already.
Submitted questions:
From @EOCabot: what Instagram au that you’ve made is your favorite?
Definitely the first one I ever made which was everyone at Josh and Donna’s wedding! It was one of the first West Wing edits I ever made and I remember posting it and it had received a few likes and a few comments and I was quite satisfied with that. Then out of the blue almost two years later, @jessbakescakes reblogged the edit on Tumblr and within seconds my edits had reached an entirely new demographic of people who hadn’t seen my work yet. I’ve made a lot of amazing connections from that simple reblog and I’ll always be grateful!
A Josh/Donna wedding would’ve been so fun to see and while I'm sad we didn’t get to see it in person, I'm happy that I was able to capture what I think it would’ve looked like in my edit.
From @sam_writes_fics: top 3 favorite episodes of tww ?
This is such a hard question because this show quite literally is my childhood. Growing up my Mom was a HUGE fan of the show (she still is) so my favorite episodes are definitely the ones i remember watching in her room with her when i was a little girl and too young to understand what was going on. (My Mom watched the show so much that I thought that Jed Bartlet was actually the President)
So with that being said my Top 3 episodes are:
Noël (S2 EP10): Bradley Whitford, the actor you are.
That’s all I have to say about this one.
Dead Irish Writers (S3 EP16): I could probably write an essay and do a full blown TED Talk on why I love this episode so much. I’m such a sucker for Jed and Abbey scenes and I think this episode did such a great job capturing their dynamic. To me, the writers did such a great job humanizing Abbey at what is a nerve-wracking moment for her in her life. For such a dominating and powerful force, it was a treat to see Abbey shed that tough skin and be vulnerable, especially in the Red Room scene. Of course, Donna being the one to bring Abbey back to reality and tell her the truth that everyone else was too scared to say was definitely the cherry on the top. I think when it’s all said and done, Donna earned Abbey’s respect in that scene.
Eppur Si Muove (S5 EP16): I always loved whenever we got plotlines with the Bartlet daughters and this one was no exception. Also any episode with Stockard Channing is easily in the running to be one of my favorites-she’s such a beautiful actress! This one is my favorite because of the Sesame Street characters in the episode and this was such a big deal for me as a 3 year old haha. I loved seeing the staffers interact with the characters (the CJ and Big Bird moment is simply iconic). I also loved the moment where we see Ellie watching Abbey interact with the characters
From @zieglercregg: which episode could you write the most for? whether it’s a missing scene or post episode?
If I could I would’ve given the show another season just so we could see the first year of the Santos administration haha. But the specific moment I could write the most for would definitely be Amy and Donna’s scene in ‘Commencement’. While I understand the purpose of the conversation ending where it did for storyline and timing sake, I wish that we could’ve seen it play out more and eventually impact the storyline.
I found it hard to believe that someone with a strong personality like Amy would just take Donna’s potential silence to her question lightly. I think that she definitely would’ve been passive about it with Josh until he caved and asked what was wrong, especially since they were very much so on and off at the time. I would’ve enjoyed seeing Josh get confronted with that and eventually have to ask himself where his feelings stood for both women. (I may have written a one shot to this scene already and go more in depth of the conversation and the results from it).
Also Janel and Mary’s chemistry was UNBELIEVABLE during the scene. It was such an amazing yet uncomfortable scene. I wished we got more scenes of them together.
From @joshlymoss: for your instagram aus, do you usually start with the picture and create the story in your head, or do you look for pictures to fit an idea that you already have?
With my Instagram AUs I typically start brainstorming the posts from the minute I get a request in my inbox. It also depends on the request and how detailed it is. For example, I got a request not too long ago about Donna hanging out with Joey and Amy (and Josh freaking out in the comments hahaha) so I looked up girls night aesthetic pics on Pinterest.
I’m quite busy between school and work though so I can’t dedicate time to scrolling Pinterest for photos like I once did but for the most part, I have an idea of the story I want to tell and I'll just look for the photos that fit that idea.
From @JessBakesCakes: do you have any favorite headcanons you've slipped into your writing or your Instagram aus?
Definitely anything Girl Dad Josh and Found Family related. Jess probably knows hahaha but the amount of DMs we’ve sent one another about Girl Dad Josh is quite astronomical and I love that for us.
Bartlet Farms as well!!! I’m just obsessed with the idea of the staffers and all their children heading to the farm to visit Jed and Abbey and keep them company. The idea of Jed and Abbey being additional Grandchildren to the staffers warms my heart SO much. (Also Sam’s fiancee in the final season is def Ainsley and they have three boys, yes it’s true.).
I also try to involve Toby as much as I can in the edits because I do headcanon that when he was ready and able to heal from the past, he became close with everyone once again.
From @flowersinapril_: we’ve gotta talk about baseball AU i looooove where your fic starts with josh having truly fucked up - where did you get the idea for this AU and who do you love writing the most??
Your excitement for this fic means so much to me, you truly have no idea. Recently I’ve been going to Baseball games with my family and one of the first times we went this year my Mom and I were discussing what our Walk Up Songs would be. Then after that conversation my mind immediately went to “What would Josh’s walk up song be?” and after finding a Spotify playlist dedicated to Baseball Walk Up songs I got this strong urge to write and immediately started drafting the story. I definitely wanted to write a sports centered story to take a peek into what athletes go through but also write a story that is both vulnerable and honest in what the road to recovery and healing looks like mentally and physically.
I’d definitely say that my favorite character to write for is a mix between Josh, Donna and Leo. It was definitely important for the fic to start on Josh’s first day back to practice and Donna’s first day of work at the main office. Both people are embarking on new chapters in their lives and it was important to portray that. I’ve always loved Josh’s relationship with Leo and I'm excited to explore that more in this fic!
Also the GirlDad!Josh and BoyMom!Donna agenda will be pushed HEAVILY in this fic!
PS: If you have an idea for a Walk up song for Josh, let me know. I have a few ideas of my own but I’d love to hear anyone else’s suggestions if they have one!
And a lightning round from @S4MWILSON:
Fave season? Either 3 or 4
Fave ep? Tie between isaac and Ishmael or Dead Irish Writers
Fave fic you’ve read for ur fave ship? Definitely ‘The Crux’ by @thefinestmuffins on A03 and I will not admit how many times I have reread it. Probably one of the best fics I’ve ever read! (it’s CONCERNINGLY high)
Rarepair you adore? Oddly enough? Probably Abbey and Amy. I think it’s adorable that Abbey used to babysit Amy and I would’ve loved to have known more about what their time together was like. I’d like to think that seeing Abbey’s strong personality at such a young age is what shaped Amy as a young girl.
Also Kate and Josh! I would’ve loved to have had more scenes between them! I feel like they really would’ve gotten along.
Craziest au idea? Okay, this one sounds crazy as hell so please don’t judge me hahaha. I do have an idea of Josh being on one of those ‘Bachelor’ type shows and him having so do the whole song and dance of passing out roses and eliminating women each week. The twist would be though, he falls for Donna and isn’t interested in paying the other contestants any attention.
Please keep in mind this AU isn’t finalized or drafted yet so the idea is a bit choppy but I may write it in the near future if anyone is interested.
favorite tww edit? OH MY GOD, OKAY first of all every single edit I’ve seen of this show from the fans truly is amazing.
Anytime Connor (@sinistercherubs) makes an edit I cry, so there’s that.
One of my favorite fancams of all time is definitely @zieglercregg ‘s ‘What’s Next/Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ edit. That song has such a special meaning to me so that combined with Kate’s editing is enough to always bring tears to my eyes.
My other favorite one is @donnamosslymcn’s ‘Donna Moss/Rockstar’ fancam. The editing is so precise and beautiful and combined with the iconic Hannah Montana song (which happens to be my favorite), it truly is one of the best fancams I've ever seen.
Character you’d like to meet most? Definitely Donna or Charlie, I’d like to tell them both I'm proud of them and their growth!
I also need a pep talk from Abbey, life’s been kicking my ass, ya’ll.
Actor you’d like to meet most? I’d love to meet any of the cast members! Like I said this show was a huge part of my childhood and I thought they were the actual Presidential Administration as a young child so meeting anyone would be amazing, haha.
Another ep to get hartsfield’s treatment?
‘Dead Irish Writers’ for sure. It may not have many ties to like current day politics that Hartfields has but the idea of seeing Stockard Channing, Allison Janney, Janel Moloney and Mary-Louise Parker recreate that red room scene would be AMAZING.
Funniest moment/ep on the show?
“You can throw me in a vat of custard with a chocolate covered snorkel! IT’S GONNA BE YOU AND ME THIS WEEKEND, BABY! AND YOU ARE WEARING A FLOPPY HAT!!!” This scene never fails to make me laugh, it’s like the Director told Brad to interrupt the scene and do his lines. Allison’s facial expressions are EVERYTHING.
The entire time zones debacle….I don’t know what’s funnier Josh’s storming off like a toddler or Toby picking up a stick and hitting the closest thing near him
When Toby and Charlie got arrested and while Toby was recounting what happened on the phone to Sam and he took responsibility for throwing the punch and Charlie goes “You did what?” GOLD.
Anytime Abbey says ‘Jackass’ an angel gets its wings
Josh and Toby’s press conferences. Just so terrible and so funny.
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