#me when I crave cheese in the middle of the night 🧀

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For the AO3 Wrapped - 5 / 15 / 27 / 29

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Hands down Sandwich Night. No idea my little fic about grilled cheese would get so much love, especially since the fic that inspired it, there’s a heart on your sleeve (I’ll take it when I leave) didn't get as much traction as I had hoped.

It also made me feel very powerful for a few days to make the fandom collectively crave grilled cheese. 😂🍞🧈🧀❤️

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Married housing fic, obviously. Who knew my random shower thought would spiral this much? A snippet for you....

“Hey, I only snored that one time I was sick so you can’t be missing that.”

But she is. Missing the quiet evenness of his breath beside her. Missing the warmth he radiates even without touching her. Missing feeling the bed move as he readjusts in the night.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Nothing! Honestly music would distract me 😂 Once I'm getting close to finishing then I put my nace playlist on more when I'm cleaning or driving, looking for title inspiration. I also do this if I'm feeling stuck with a fic - just not while I'm actively writing.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? (Bless you for asking this again because I have too many. Part 1 here)

1) Food has always been Ace’s thing, learned at his mother’s knee or rather Rebecca’s kitchen table. Cookies and kugel, latkes and lekach, babka and bagels. The longest way he’s loved her, by silently handing her water or fries, pressing her with his gaze to take just one more bite. Buying a grilled cheese sandwich from a diner in the middle of nowhere so she’d have a real meal to fill her belly, even when he’d gone. Soothing her with takeout lobster bisque after they’d fought, filling her with both soup and hope. - Sandwich Night 

2) He listens, studying her carefully. Her hair carries a bit of a ghostly flour cast, windswept in riotous waves that manage to still curl prettily around her face. The wide neckline of her dress shows off the line of her collarbone, the effect somewhat marred by the edge of the burn that creeps up her shoulder. He leaves her face until last—cheeks flushed with excitement, lips curling in a satisfied grin, eyes alight with triumph and contentment.

This. This is what he didn’t want to miss. - have my back (yeah, every day)

3) But then she never got to say goodbye. Nancy hates her mother a little bit for that, but she hates ballet for it more. For being the thing that brought them together and the thing that divided them. 

Taking class again is a kind of torture—balm for her tense muscles and weary soul, respite for her restless mind, yet a constricting band around her heart. Ribbons that wrap and squeeze with a knot pulled too tight. It’s hard to breathe. - my only love sprung from my only hate 

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