#sappiest I'll ever be

[rikiws]

js a heads up chat bc I've gotten so busy all of a sudden, I'll honestly disappear off the face of the earth and pull up randomly, if you're waiting on some fics and stuff please just keep that in mind because I lowk feel bad for making some of you guys wait for nothing 😭😭

[harrysfolklore]

Can you write an imagine of Harry inspired by that clip of Taylor playing call it what you want on the guitar in miss americana where he’s recording you as you play him the song you wrote for him plsss 🙏🏼

golden hour - hs

A HARRY FIC OMG??? this is really short but i needed to write a harry fic to get the creative juices flowing so thank youuuu for this request, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

You sat cross-legged on the plush rug of your living room, your acoustic guitar resting comfortably on your lap. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Harry was sprawled on the couch opposite you, looking cozy as ever in a green jumper and joggers.

"Are you ready?" you asked, glancing up at him with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Absolutely, love," Harry smiled at you, "Why do you always get nervous when you're about to play a song for me. It's just me, love"

"Because," you began, running your fingers through the strings of your guitar, "It's a song I wrote about you, and It's really sappy."

"I love sappy," Harry's smile widened, a soft chuckle leaving his lips, "Especially when it's about us, or just you being a simp over me."

You rolled your eyes with affection, "I'm going to start singing before I completely regret it."

"Wait," Harry said before you could start, "Can I record you? It would be a cute memory."

"Of course you can, but don't leak it to TMZ," you joked and he grabbed his phone from the coffee table in front of him, opening his camera.

"I'll keep it just for us, promise." He adjusted himself on the couch, holding his phone up to get a clear view of you. "Alright, ready when you are, my love."

"Okay this is Golden Hour, take one from our living room," you said looking at the camera, "Let's go."

You took a deep breath and began strumming the opening chords of the song you had written your fingers danced across the strings with ease.

All that I know Is you caught me at the right time Keep me in your glow 'Cause I'm havin' such a good time with you

Baby, don't you know That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright

You sang softly, watching as Harry's eyes beamed with happiness and amusement as he listened to the words pouring from your heart.

You kept on singing and playing your guitar, mouthing an "I love you" to Harry before reaching the final chorus, your smile as wide as his.

And when the song came to an end, you let the final chord hang in the air for a moment, and you looked up to see Harry, his expression one of pure adoration.

"That was... beautiful, love," Harry said and he stopped the recording and sat his phone down "You never cease to amaze me. I don't think I've ever felt this loved."

"Harry, stop," you set the guitar gently on the floor and covered your face, "You're going to make me cry."

Harry chuckled, moving from the couch to sit beside you on the rug.

"No need to hide, love. It's just me, remember?" he gently pulled your hands away from your face, holding them in his.

"I know, but still," you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Well, you should know that your song made me the happiest man alive," he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"I might have an idea," you teased, pecking his lips quickly.

"Now, how about we make this a tradition? You play me a song every week. Deal?"

"Only if you promise to write a song for me too. It's only fair," you raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Oh, it's a deal, love. Just you wait. I'll write the sappiest song you've ever heard," he pecked your lips again, "Or what about the horniest song you've ever heard, huh? What do you prefer, sappy or horny?"

"Your horny songs are all about fruit anyway," you teased again, making him laugh, "I'm happy you liked the song, baby."

"I loved it," he said softly, pulling you into a warm embrace. "And I love you."

[yanderehsr]

Hello Doc! I adore how you characterize the Yandere characters. Your writing is perfect. If you can, can I please request Wanderer and Aether react to their shy darling confessing and then running away? Thank you for your time.

You're making me blush, my writing is far from perfect😅, but I'm glad you at least have enjoyed my work

As always, Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Wanderer: His first reaction to your confession is if this is some sick joke or prank you're doing on him, but he quickly sees that you mean this, you are actually confessing to him, he can't move, he feels like he can't breathe, he hasn't ever felt this happy before.

Wanderer doesn't realise at first that you have ran away, but when he does he starts chasing you down, why are you running away, did you get annoyed with his silence, he's sorry, just please, don't leave him. Be ready to be tackled down into a hug when he finds you, he will insult you even if all he wants to do is shower you in compliments, he just isn't brave enough to actually be nice.

"Of course I love you as well dumbass... You can't leave me now, if you do I'll make sure to chop off your legs so you can't run away... so please stay with me, my eternity"

Aether: Boy is smiling the entire time, it's just an ethereal feeling knowing your one and only loves you back. The way you are stuttering out the right words, the shy blush and your voice he could listen for hours to, he just wanna give you a hug and say he loves you as well, always have and always will.

Aether when he sees you run away is quick to give chase, he doesn't get why you were running before he had the chance to accept, either way he will catch up and grab your hands, then he will give the cheesiest and sappiest confession that he ends with a kiss to your knuckles. He made a vow, he will protect you from everything, that is what a good boyfriend should do after all.

"There is no reason to run away love, I love you as well, now do you have anything to pack, I want you inside the serenitea pot as soon as possible"

[dreaming-of-lu]

cause it's me birfday eue decided to spoil myself with the soulmates au. A special surprise at the end 👀

Time

Normally, one would scream at the sight of a vast, wide open field of grass rather than their room being the first sight to see when waking up,

"Did I fucking die?" instead was the first thing that came out of your mouth. The wind was cool against your skin, lightly ruffling your bed mess hair. Miles around was knee high grass, no trees or civilization around. Just the green grass of mother earth and the blue skies with clouds that looked straight out of Ghibli movie.

"I died, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say that-" a short yelp left your lips at the sudden voice appearing next to your ear. You scrambled back in shock, stumbling over yourself to get away from the mysterious, possibly stranger danger. Your eyes landed on the man that somehow happened to quietly sneak up on you, your words caught in your throat at the sight of him.

Long pointy ears, shoulder-length blonde hair, red and blue markings that framed his face, low brows lightly furrowed and...his right eye is shut due to a scar overlining it. Though his remaining eye made your breath hitched due to how blue it was,

"Yeah, I'm dead."

A soft snort left him before clearing his throat, "I promise you aren't, what is your name?"

"I-," you made a face at him, "why should I trust you?"

He lift his hand, pinching his arm that made your own sting, "Ow!"

"Because I am your soulmate."

First

The night seemed endless due to how long it was dragging on. With the ailed fragments of sleep begging for him to close his eyes, yet they held wide open to the stars of the night.

'Can't sleep, handsome?' their voice was like warm water drifting around him in a bath after a long day of hard work. A pleased, tired sigh left his lips, making his muscles eased from the tension his body felt. He weakly smiles to himself,

'Not without you by my side, that is.' The light snort that they gave him had his smile become more genuine, and heart pounding against his chest. The soft flush of heat burned his cheeks and neck as they softly laughed at his comment,

'Ever so the heartbreaker, my love,' they lightly teased.

'Maybe to others,' he huffs, 'though to you, my sweet, I shall carry it carefully as if it's a precious gem throughout the land, even when I meet you. It'll still be beside me.'

It's suddenly quiet, causing him to worry and flustered that he might've said something wrong to them. Only to hear a soft sniffle, 'That's...that's the sweetest, sappiest thing any one had said to me. You're too cute.'

His ears wiggled in delight. Goddesses, he felt like a school girl due to how giddy and mushy he felt, 'I'll shower you in them till you melt in them, my heart.'

They tearfully laughed, 'Okay, sap bucket, try and get some sleep, hmm?'

'Stay with me until I do?'

'Always, my darling.'

Drac

"Why this?" You blinked up from your book at the platinum blonde that took his place next to you on the sofa in the parlor room. He wasn't wearing the normal day to day werewolf shawl, instead, fortaking the shawl and adventuring attire to comfortable clothes to lounge around in. It seemed Aryll was put to sleep easily, since her moans and groans of pain used to distill the air of the house they both reside in.

The chain soft snores in the other room was definitely one to be jealous of due to how easily they knocked out. Though, you can't bring yourself to be angry too much, since the beds were soft enough to ease any ailments they might've felt throughout the day.

You shut the book, placing it aside on the table next to the sofa before turning your attention to him, "why what? did something happen?"

He gives you a flat look, grumbling lightly as he rolled his left sleeve to reveal dark ink marked upon his pale skin. He nods his head to it, "we share the same marks."

You stared wide eyed at the ink that lined his thick forearm; vines rolled around in swirls, flowers with fairies splattered here and there. The same picture that lined your own,

"I-I uhm-"

"While I don't mind the pretty ink, however, getting side eyed for it is not one that I want to deal with," He raised a brow at the shock silence that overcame your form.

"I...I think we're...yanno...soulmates?" you give him a sheepish look, grimacing when his stare hardens.

"...Well, that explains it," he leans backwards in the seat, "...could've chose a different place for it though."

"Asshole," you puffed, "I wanted something pretty to make me feel a little more confident and-"

You squeaked when his hand cupped your chin, he carefully maneuver you in laying position. His other hand came right down next to your head as his body hovered over you, he lowered his face, letting his lips ghost against yours. Gosh, was his eyes always this intense?

He smirked, "is this your way of saying we're married?"

"...you ass."

He snickers.

[n0vazsq]

Romeo and Juliet | RC5 x Reader

pairing . . . rafael camara x non!famous!reader

summary . . . When an iconic kiss happens after Rafael's championship win, fans dig deep to find out who the mystery girl is

request . . . kind of?

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! just some badly translates portuguese bc i dont speak it...

faceclaim . . . random girls from pin // reader isn't fluent in portuguese so she doesn't speak it much but i'll put translations when she does

alexavia yaps . . . legit had this in my drafts for like a week ive been procrastinating this for AGES like idk why?? SO SORRY ITS SHORT </3 anyway i hope you guys like this bc its a bit rushed and kinda shitty like.... also theres gonna be some prema driver features so yeah!!

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[evertidings]

happiest of birthdays to my baby N!! they (and everyone else) have been going through a lot in the main story so i thought i'd write a sweet little short for the occasion. you'll be able to see them in the game again very soon !

—

"you think they're asleep?"

Blane peers over the couch, glancing at the three bodies splayed out on the floor and the fourth on the loveseat. "seems like it. [K] is a light sleeper though, so they might wake up if we talk too loud."

"but i don't want to move," [N] groans.

"we don't have to talk then."

[N] sighs, leaning back against the wall. "they can't be too mad when it's my birthday, can they?"

"well, technically it's not your birthday anymore," Blane points out. they flash one of their rare smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges. "did you have fun?"

[N] thinks about it. the celebration at work, the party that continued when they got back to their apartment to find K and Rylan there. the decorations that they'll keep up for at least a month. the party hat on Radar's head. the cake that [K] said was 'easy' to make, only to get exposed by Rylan saying they made three testers before they deemed it perfect. the text Blane sent at exactly midnight.

friday the 13th is usually an auspicious day, but not today. today is [N]'s birthday. and they're surrounded by their favourite people in the world. they'd nearly forgotten birthdays come with gifts they were so excited. [A] squished their cheeks and called them cute because of it. they're sure Rylan would've followed if [K] had not smacked them on the back of the head.

"more than fun," [N] says.

"good." a pause. then— "you know this isn't a one-time thing, right? we're not going to throw you a party once and then never again. i'll always be here for you and i know everyone else will be too."

[N] smiles. "yeah, i know. i'm jus—"

"can you two continue this conversation somewhere else? i know it's your birthday, Alves, but this is getting a little too sappy," K drawls.

Blane throws a pillow in their direction. "shut up. you're the sappiest of all of us."

"i think [A] takes that." K yawns, getting up. "can i take your guest bedroom, [N]? i'm too tired to drive back. i can help clean up in the morning."

[N] waves a hand. "go ahead. i don't mind."

"alright." K shuffles down through the living room, stopping at the entrance to the hall. "happy birthday again. i'm glad you liked the cake. i didn't mind baking so many, just so you know."

"sap," Blane taunts.

K rolls their eyes and disappears from view. [N] thinks Blane says something but they don't catch it, too busy thinking about their night. best birthday ever.

and here's to many more.

[theitcharchives]

Beginning this year literarily by sharing a dialogue (thank you for the dialogue tag @physalian ) and the drawings I've made for Glint of Silver last year. Now excuse me as I show you some of the sappiest corniest (could-be-heavily-inspired-by-something?) dialogue I’ve ever written, by your aroace writer truly

“I would like to kiss you. I dearly wish to know if you actually taste like roses.” “Or steel.” “Perhaps, but I think you would be sweet to kiss.” “You think so? Yet I am giving you no reason to think so.” “I know it is so. I know that your kisses will be made all that much sweeter by the wait.” “What if you will wait forever?” “Then I’ll die dreaming of them and it will be the sweetest of deaths.”

Glint of Silver, ch. 25 - The Unwitting Suitor

(Anyone who sees this consider yourself tagged–I'm shy and not good at making friends, I'll never tag without explicit invite. @lucianalight you’re currently my lifebuoy lol)

[jessij1997]

Mickey writes an answer to Ian. (It's the letter by @badassfetish for @galladrabbles prompt Forgiveness.)

_______________________

Ian,

You left me here to rot.

You never visited me.

You lied when you said you were waiting.

You're dating that clown.

You never wrote to me. Not once.

Now you apologize and ask for forgiveness.

You blame your misbehavior on your illness.

And last but not least you ask me if I want to marry you.

Save your speech pussy. Of cause I'll fucking marry you.

When I get out of here, we're gonna have the sappiest fucking wedding your cheesy ass have ever dreamed of.

Ask me again when we see each other asshole.

Love ya.

Mick

[kazucafe]

love language. [ modern au ] — the little things they do to remind you that they love you.

characters: albedo, xiao, kazuha, diluc genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship note: yet another one posted on my old account, i hope you like this one too :> likes and reblogs would be highly appreciated!

if there's anyone who could ever know you better than you know yourself, it's albedo. does it come as a surprise? no, not when he cherishes you and wants to always be able to provide you with whatever you need. he's a keen observer, silently noting the things that make you happy, what upsets you, how to comfort you, and so on. remember that thing you said you wanted three weeks ago? no? albedo got it for you anyway. maybe it wasn't that important to you, but it made you smile nonetheless — that's why he'll always remember.

xiao normally wakes up before you and goes out to get some fresh air before eating breakfast. he worries you might feel lonely waking up alone, which prompts him to leave short notes saying “did you sleep well?” and “i'll be back for breakfast, wait for me.” he disappears randomly, but always leaves some sort of reassurance that he'll return and that he's thinking of you while he's away. once he comes back, he gives you things like a flower he picked up or even an oddly shaped pebble because it reminded him of you.

this one seems obvious enough. kazuha makes it a habit to write poems and little love letters for you. the sappiest most beautiful ones are when he speaks of the sound of your laughter, the comfort of your heartbeat, how radiantly you shine in his eyes... the list goes on. he's flattered when you constantly praise him for his way with words — “well, they are, after all, a reflection of my muse,” he responds.

if diluc ever comes home late from work (that's if he ever gets off work late— he usually never does, he loves his time with you way too much and never wants to be apart. needless to say, he abhors overtime.) and you've passed out waiting for him, he'll tuck you under your blanket and hold you in his arms until sleep overtakes him beside you. on weekends, he'll plan outings with you to unwind; if you prefer staying in, though, he'll stay beside you as he reads a book.

on one of your dates, you and thoma bought a potted plant to add some life to your home, and he's probably more enthusiastic about taking care of it than you are— you caught him baby-talking one morning while he was watering it, which you never stop teasing him over. whenever thoma is away for days at a time, he takes it with him. he says it's like a lucky charm because it holds one of his favorite memories with you. in a way, he feels as if he's taking you everywhere he goes, and he likes it that way.

[fireheartwraith]

Anyways, if y'all want to read bkdk being hero partners go read my fanfic i guess, we were on a bit of a hiatus but this has filled me with so much spite i'll give them the sappiest happiest ending this world has ever seen I SWEAR TO GOD

[itsjustelian]

I have so many dumb BSD fic ideas that I'm never gonna use so I'll throw them into the void for people to gain inspiration from or straight-up use, I don't care. Here's one while I try to formulate how to explain the others:

---

A Ranpoe singer AU where they met once at a party like 6 years ago and Poe has just only now gained the courage to write Ranpo a song. So the song gets written and Poe released the sappiest fucking love song known to man without ever actually mentioning Ranpo in it.

Of course, the song gets to Ranpo (I was thinking of Lucy giving it to Atsushi and then Sushi sharing it with the Agency) and our running genius immediately knows the song is about and for him so he writes one back. Cue these two dumbasses writing each other love songs from across the planet and the entire internet desperately trying to figure out who their singing to.

Then bam they meet, blow everyone's minds, and live happily ever after.

[yuebings]

fic writer meme

thank u @fruitdaze @uhuraisgay @cairoscene @englishsub for tagging me!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

44 currently! double 4s? during MY lunar new year? i gotta change that up quick

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

315,042 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

my most written-for fandom is mdzs, but i don't really write for it anymore...if you look at my ao3 profile u can kinda tell i'm a sporadic one-and-done type when it comes to fic hehe no one can predict where i'll go next. my latest fandom is jujutsu kaisen!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

so you've been robbed by a musuem

the stone-filled sea

the family-dodging bathroom-dwellers association

and his wanting grows teeth

diving blind

it's like a wangxian sweep except for the last sambucky lol

5. Do you respond to comments?

i am trying to get better at that! sometimes i don't have the energy to go through and respond to every single one but trust me when i say that seeing the wonderful comments people leave truly makes my day

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

tbh i don't think i've ever written straight-up angsty endings (or at least the way i see straight up angst). every 'bad' ending has a ray of hope in it, or at least an acceptance that like...yes, this is the way it was meant to be, and to reject the outcome would be to reject everything that came before it. sometimes things were meant to go to shit. there was no other way to go. we were doomed but at least we loved each other. i will suffer but at least i can remember you. so on so forth.

with all that said, it's a toss up between the longest journey (di feijing & lei chun), or all things in pain (wen ning character study). 'angsty' endings, if only in the way i described above

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

a lot of my happy endings aren't super-sweet happy endings per se, but rather a promise or hope that things will get better. idk what that says about me lol like maybe i have more interest in the "how to become happy" part than the actual happiness itself...? but ANYWAY i'd say the sappiest ending is i have is uhhhh feel like a brand new person (msr take edibles together) because 1) their mutual attraction is finally acknowledged 2) they're making out 3) they're high as balls. what's better than this

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not any time recently! i've rarely had negative comments before and all of them have been of such a ridiculous nature that my only response was like "lmfao ok"

9. Do you write smut?

nope! not yet, at least. maybe some time in the future i'll feel like it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

haven't written any, don't really read them either! i keep my blorbos locked up in their separate cages. siloed.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes! kind of. if this counts, a couple years ago someone on wattpad stole over 100 wangxian fics (including mine) from ao3 and reposted them onto their own account without credit. we got their account taken down tho so all is well...but this is why i say in my ao3 profile that i do not allow reposts. please tell me if u ever see my work reposted anywhere........

i've also come across a fic in a diff fandom that was VERY clearly "inspired" by one of mine (lifting certain scenes and lines beat for beat) and gave no credit. so there's that as well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! it's always an honor when someone wants to translate my work :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! my creative process is so erratic that i feel like i'd be a nightmare to co-write with, so this is probably for the better

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

this is a hard question to answer. i don't have an ultimate favorite that always stays at the top of the pile, cuz my interests change all the time! right now i'm really enjoying platonic yuuji & megumi & nobara & gojo. in terms of what i go to most often when i want a comfort re-read...finnpoe.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

omg. you want a DEEP CUT? i have a wip for a rarepair in an already sparse fandom...yeongshin/seobi from kingdom on netflix (the historical korean zombie drama). i LOOOOVE that show i comfort re-watch it all the time. i love their bonded-thru-trauma-frenemies healer/warrior dynamic and i have this wip going for yeongshin getting bitten and seobi developing a zombification-reversal cure through sheer willpower and spite alone........there's maybe 2k written and i was relying on a season renewal announcement to motivate me enough to get the rest of it out but uh. fellow kingdom warriors if you're out there. i think we may be losing this battle............kingdom season 3 announcement save me..............

16. What are your writing strengths?

as a haver-of-siblings, i think i do general family dynamics pretty well! someone has told me in the past that i am good at packing meaning into very few words. i also think i'm good at angsty emotional beats (i sure like writing them, at least)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

bro if there is any action scene in my work, writing it is like pulling teeth. what do you mean he's getting hit. what do you mean i have to think of an interesting way to describe punch #1 and punch #2 and punch #3. STOPPPPPPPP I CANT DO THIS.

in terms of technique i used to struggle with this thing where i NEED to perfect the writing i'm working on before i can move on. like i'd waste huge amounts of time rewriting a three sentence paragraph over and over and over again until it was perfect before i could move onto the next scene. i'm getting a lot better with that tho!

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i've never done it myself, like, full on written-in-a-diff-lang dialogue, but i think it's cool as long as context clues/some form of translation is provided. and if proper research is done if the writer isn't a native speaker

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the man from uncle (2015). lol. napollya could have won in an alternate universe where armie h@mmer wasn't a piece of shit

20. Favorite fic you have written?

HOO. i gotta say it's my sambucky ghost fic the boy who cried ghost. it's by far my longest fic (even tho it isn't actually very long compared to others ive seen LOLLLL) and it took me AGES to write and ended up being quite personal!! part of the reason it took me so long to finish was bc i couldn't bear to write about sam struggling with grief/guilt when i was also going through something similar, so when i finally got around to writing the moment of catharsis i kinda felt like i was helping myself, too! which was a very interesting experience, and definitely served to lodge this fic in my heart forever and ever. it's not exactly popular but i'm proud of it :)

tagging @tantai-jin @bluecrystalrainingdaggers @vinelark and anyone else who wants to participate!

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie! I hope you’re having a lovely day 😁 I was wondering if you would ever consider writing another story like The Almost(s) 🥺 within the Until Dawn universe something which deals with character studies, darker and angstier themes either before Hannah & Beth died or after the events if everyone survived, because I loved the scenes you wrote when the characters were in college, and I think you’d be great at writing scenes set in high school🥺

I was also wondering if you would ever consider writing another character study fic for the counsellors in The Quarry, such as what they get up to while they are counselling before the events take place (similar to your prequel for Until Dawn - The Almosts) 🥺

And one final question, hahahaha, I love your writing so much and your The Almosts series is the best fanfiction I have ever read. I also think it’s one of my favourite books ever! I love your writing, and I think you’re such a good writer, and I know a lot of people agree with me on that :)) I just wanted to ask you, I know that so many writers are hard on themselves and I was just wondering do you feel proud of your The Almosts series too and the rest of your writing :)) I hope you do, because your writing is amazing ❤️❤️

🥹

oh my gosh, well i'm having a lovely day now, thank you very much! hehehe ;P

as of right now, i can't say that i have any plans for a big, heavy, character study fic taking place for either of those - that doesn't mean i'm saying i'll never do it, of course, but for the time being, i'm sorry to say that the answer to your first two questions is probably not 😔

ALAS, i am...so very old, and once the first week of october comes around i'll be even older than that, so while i very, very much appreciate your faith in me, i'm afraid any high school stuff i'd write would come across as unbeLIEVABLY out of touch slkjflksdj and while i love the hacketteers so, so much, i don't know that i have any solid ideas to really delve into surrounding their story at the moment.

that being said, i do have a fic underway that - to me!!! in MY heart!!! - is very much the spiritual successor to the (almost)s, and that's like wringing blood from a stone. it's set in the quarry, and covers the events before, during (and maybe even after ;)c ) the game itself, but it's focused on the hacketts, and not the hacketteers. i consider it the spiritual successor to t(a) because t(a) was a big, involved story about changing friendships and grieving and mourning those changes - stuff i was dealing with pretty heavily at the time of writing it - and like wringing blood is about family and generational cycles and the struggle of always being seen as someone's child despite being a full-grown adult; also...things...i am dealing with pretty heavily at the time of writing, hahaha! but it's obviously very different than t(a), it's an entirely different universe, so i FULLY understand it might not have the same appeal!

and oh my gosh, you absolutely put the biggest, sappiest smile on my face with your kind words, thank you so, so much!!! ...but i have to be honest here - i AM very proud of the (almost)s, it's unquestionably the project that i sort of judge all my other writing against, and while i strive to be proud of everything i write...i am very hard on myself! i do get down about my writing fairly often, and let me tell you, that self-doubt? it comes creeping in more often that i'd like to admit. BUT!!! personally, i think that's an important, if unpleasant, part of being a creator: the day we stop questioning ourselves is the day we stop trying to improve! so i always try not to let it get me too down, and i keep chugging along, but i'd be a liar if i said i'm always happy with my work.

so it makes my heart grow at LEAST three grinchy sizes when someone like YOU waves from readerland and says something i put out there resounded with them 🥹 hehehe truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so, so much for reading, and for making me smile 💖

[maskspurpose]

anon asked: ficlet… i wanna see just like. ur take on reichi interactions :0! not ship but just kind of in general

// this did end up about as ship-shaped as i'll ever end up with reichi. you may recognize this as an ancient wip (literally the original first scene i wrote for the watareichi fic), i just added an ending. enjoy!

“Sakuma-kun,” Eichi asks from the doorway. “What are you doing with Wataru?”

Rei looks away from Wataru, unable to suppress the wide grin on his face. Wataru lifts one of their hands away from his hips to give Eichi an excited wave. “You’re a smart man, Tenshouin-kun, guess.”

Tenshouin likes to pretend he’s good at hiding his emotions. He’s atrocious at hiding the flash of jealousy that crosses his face before he turns to put away his bag and jacket. “If Aira had come back instead of me–”

“Why must you always underestimate me, Eichi?”, Wataru overplays their whine as they lean their head back against the couch. “Of course I am able to tell the sound of your footsteps apart. We would have conducted ourselves much more appropriately if young Love-san had entered the dorm room instead!”

“And he does knock, if he’s not sure who’s in here,” Rei interjects helpfully. It’s a timid habit of Aira’s, probably because the boy is still starstruck.

Eichi sighs before coming over to the two of them, leaning over and giving Wataru a gentle kiss to the cheek. “Wataru.”

“Eichi.”

How those two manage to make each other's names sound like the world’s sappiest pet names, Rei will never understand. Held in place by Wataru (and, truthfully, not willing to move just yet), all he does is roll his eyes.

The sparkle in Wataru’s eyes when Tenshouin moves away from them spells danger. “Now you two kiss.” They’re in director-mode, suddenly, telling their two stars what to do, but Rei and Tenshouin both freeze.

The balance they’ve managed to strike is still delicate, their relationship a tightrope walk Rei was willing to attempt for Wataru. In many ways it had been a return to his second year, Wataru all too willing to reawaken the youthfulness in him he’d felt back then, but they’ve both changed much since then, and Wataru had made it clear from the start that their commitments towards Tenshouin, both emotional and professional, would not waver.

That alone had been hard to grasp, that even after graduation Wataru would remain with fine, and with Eichi specifically.

Begrudgingly, Rei does see it. Eichi had been perhaps the only person within Yumenosaki who had been perpetually delighted by any and all tricks Wataru performed, even when he voiced concerns for their situational appropriateness. Graduation hasn't changed that, even if something else has shifted between the two of them since then. Wataru had managed to be the first person officially banned from Summit meetings, something both they and Tenshouin had absolutely delighted in, even if nobody else had.

Wataru is… lighter, is perhaps the best word for it. No longer weighed down invisibly but always perched like a bird ready to take flight, at least in the moments when they aren’t metaphorically buzzing around like a hyperactive hummingbird with not-at-all-restrained excitement.

So, for the joy he clearly seems to bring Wataru, Rei has been… finding his own ways to enjoy the presence of Eichi Tenshouin. Or to tolerate him at least. Sharing a dorm room and a partner will lead one to compromising in the strangest ways.

In the present, he’s staring at Tenshouin, who seems just as surprised by Wataru’s sudden demand as he is. “Is that what you were doing?”, Tenshouin asks, turning to address Wataru, continuing a conversation that Rei had not been privy to.

Wataru, in turn, puts on an air of mock offense. “May I not wish that my two boyfriends greet each other with the same love and affection they show me? Just because plotting is something you enjoy doesn’t mean everyone else is the same, Eichi.” It's a very blatant lie, and all three of them know it.

“I just wanted to make you jealous,” Rei admits, referring to the pose the two of them are still sitting in. Perhaps that is what Tenshouin meant.

“That’s not very loving of you, Sakuma,” he retorts, one eyebrow raised, but looking more amused than upset.

Rei shrugs. “You’re possessive. It’s funny.”

“And I got a very loving kiss out of it!” Wataru grins. “And now it is both of your turn, don’t you think? Rei has received plenty of kisses from me, and I have received plenty of kisses from Eichi, think of the dramatic symmetry!”

Their eyes meet again and Rei recognizes something in Tenshouin’s expression. Eagerness may not be quite the right word. Determination. “If it would make you happy, Wataru, I’d do anything,” he promises, with the same kind of fervent spirit he is capable of applying to almost anything.

Of course Tenshouin would phrase it like that, would make the challenge to Rei’s willingness to compromise explicit. It’s a little bit infuriating.

Rei sighs, beleaguered. “Fine. If it is to make you happy.”

Wataru nods, quickly, an excited smile on their face, and leaps off Rei’s lap, newly re-energized. Oh, they have been planning this for a while.

Tenshouin rounds the sofa, and Rei finds himself pulled to his feet by Wataru, who remains close next to him, holding his hand and reaching for Tenshouin once the two of them are face to face.

“Now this would be a fantasy scene for Shiratori-kun to walk in on,” Rei comments dryly. “We look like we’re about to get married.”

“Ohoho! I didn’t know those were your intentions with my boyfriend!” Wataru exclaims, as Eichi simply stands there, shoulders shaking in laughter.

All three of them need a moment to recover, because laughter is, of course, infectious, and soon Rei finds himself laughing as well. Perhaps it’s nerves, at the strangeness of it all, that has him on edge. He doesn’t even particularly want to kiss Tenshouin, not after everything else, but–

Wataru squeezes his hand, and must have done the same to Tenshouin, because they both turn to look at them. Wataru beams. “You promised you’d kiss. For me?” They flutter their eyelashes.

“Fine.” Tenshouin is the first one to lean forward, and Rei feels some sensation of competitiveness at the motion. It’s not a particularly romantic spark, but the kind that makes one twirl Tenshouin on stage in front of most of the school, one year ago. Frustration, admiration, competitiveness and the desire to put on a good show, this time not for an auditorium of fellow students but one person in particular.

Rei closes his eyes to stop seeing Wataru bouncing with excitement in the corner of them, to be able to better ignore the striking blue of Eichi’s eyes.

It must be a good kiss, because when they part, Wataru’s “Amazing,” sounds genuinely astonished, and Eichi is noticeably flushed.

“You shouldn’t be drinking coffee, Tenshouin, I’m sure Keito wouldn’t like to hear about that.” Rei sits back down on the couch, feeling appropriately smug for how long it takes Tenshouin to regain his ability to respond.

“I expected you to be worse, but I’m glad to have been proven wrong. For Wataru’s sake.”

“Of course.”

[birgittesilverbae]

In babea au who took the “first step” in the bealil relationship? Or was it more like both of them taking tiny steps towards each other and suddenly it’s a thing?

Bea's fifteen and long and lanky with it, still not quite grown into the fresh gangliness of her limbs. She's sprawled on the chapel roof having finished a workout and waiting for Mary and Shannon to get back from the train station so they can head over to the apartment.

Shannon had explained something about it the night previous, about new recruits and training classes, but she'd done so in between making the sappiest faces at Mary and so Bea had diverted her attention to literally anything else instead.

The girls who pile out of the van into the courtyard below are younger than she'd expected, some of them probably closer in age to her than to Mary and Shannon. It makes sense, she supposes, seeing as both of them had still been in their teens when they'd taken Bea in. It's always a bit of a shock for her to remember that. They'd seemed so grown up at the time. It's only been lately that she's realized just how far out of their depth they must have been. Just how far out of their depth they probably still are.

Shannon slides from the driver's seat as the girls begin to unload bags from the back of the van, and her eyes find Bea in an instant. She jerks her head and Bea nods, raises a finger. Just a minute.

She plots her course across the rooftops, scouts the drainpipe she'd re-secured to the wall in the dead of night a few weeks back when Mary had been on assignment. Flows across the tiles, lands on soft feet as she launches herself from roof to wall to trellis to drainpipe, as she arrests her drop between two weapons sheds with hands and feet pressed flat against the walls.

Shannon's shaking her head when Bea arrives at her side. "I wish you'd stop doing that," she murmurs, but there's no real ire to it. She slings an arm around Bea's shoulders and Bea leans into her side.

"New recruits?"

Shannon nods. "Five of them. Most are just a few years older than you. Do you want me to introduce you?"

Now that Bea's on their level, they don't look quite as small as they had from above, don't look quite as young, faces hard as they take in their surroundings. One of them catches her eye and an already thin mouth presses tighter, pulls down into a scowl.

"Not today," she mutters, the wind taken out of her sails by that single look.

Shannon sighs, but nods all the same. "Okay, not today," she agrees. "But soon, Bea, alright? Who knows, you might make some really good friends."

//

Beatrice has the day marked on her calendar for months, counting down to it with all the relentlessness of a ticking time bomb. She reels off the countdown every do often at the dinner table, but it's never "forty days until I turn sixteen". It's always "forty days until I get to fight."

"Did we fuck this up?" Mary asks, face pressed to the centre of Shannon's back as they drift towards sleep. (One week, Bea had announced earlier over their Saturday night sushi, bruised fingers gesturing pointedly with her chopsticks.)

"Hmm?"

"Did we make her want it more by not allowing her to have it?"

Shannon rolls over, tugs Mary's arm back over her hip before raising her hand to cradle Mary's jaw. "I think the only way we went wrong was thinking this outcome wouldn't be inevitable," she murmurs, thumb drifting over the curve of Mary's cheekbone. "And we did the best we could with that, but she's been watching sixteen year old after sixteen year old be allowed to make the choice to join the OCS. If we tried to keep that choice from her, I don't know that she'd ever forgive us."

Mary grimaces. "I don't know that I'll ever forgive myself for not getting her as far away from here as possible when I still had the chance."

"You know that was never an option."

"I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it." She tips her head forward, presses her forehead to Shannon's. "Can you say something to Anna about it? Get her to talk to Bea? The cons of the decision might have more sway coming from the Halo Bearer than from us."

Shannon's jaw hardens and she shakes her head. "Anna and Suzanne and Vincent have all been almost more excited for Bea to join than Bea has. You have to have seen the way they look at her. They all but earmarked her for the Halo the moment we let her start hanging around the Cradle." She dips forward to kiss the bridge of Mary's nose. "If it's any consolation, I think Lilith has superseded her in the Bearer queue."

Mary cracks a tiny smile. "Yes, nepotism." Her hand tightens on Shannon's hip. "Wish she'd supersede you, too."

"Mary, you don't mean that."

"I really, really do. Better her than Beatrice. Better her than you."

Shannon's brows pinch together, and she shakes her head. "Mary," she says as gently as she can manage, "this is what I've been trained for. It's what I've worked towards for a decade. There's nothing that can stop it now."

"We could go. The three of us. We could go and run and not look back." There's a sharp edge of desperation to her voice.

Shannon shakes her head. "We can't. You know we can't."

"A girl can dream."

//

Bea's sixteenth birthday finds her bruised and bloodied and grinning through it all. She's been called to the mat again and again, thrown against Sister Warrior after Sister Warrior like a sword whose edge is being tested. Every move is practiced perfection, and she holds her own even against sisters who have a handful of inches and tens of kilos on her, doesn't buckle when faced with overwhelming force. Loses, yes, but there's no shame in it, and the hands that pull her to her feet, that give camaraderie-steeped slaps to her shoulders, buoy her up.

It's late in the afternoon when Lilith steps onto the mat, an arrogant ease to her walk. Beatrice readies herself, steadies her hands, but is caught out by the fierce glint in Lilith's eyes, the sharpness of her grin. She finds herself laid gently on her back within three moves, not entirely sure what had happened. Her heartbeat screams in her ears as Lilith smirks down at her, one hand still clasping her wrist as she leans in close enough that only Beatrice can catch the murmured "you really ought to work on that."

//

Bea's annoyed with it, the ease with which Lilith had unhanded her, had laid her flat. Her only thought to rectify it is to fight Lilith again and again and again until she figures out exactly why she'd been so easily undone. Every day after school she does her 5K up to the Cradle, and every day that Lilith's around she faces off against her.

There's no improvement. She gets past the smirk and gets hooked by the warmth of Lilith's skin on her wrists, by the ocean breeze scent of her pulse point, by the grounding weight of Lilith atop her after a particularly embarrassing flip.

Lilith takes to that particular disarmament, sits astride her hips and picks idly at her nails with a knife or pins Bea's hands above her head when she tries to free herself, or, in one memorable and horrific incident, pressing a hand over Bea's mouth to hold her down as she answered a call from Shannon. Lilith takes to that particular disarmament again and again, until the day her leg unintentionally slips between Bea's at the movement. Until the muscle of her quad presses up into the apex of Bea's thighs and Bea's hips jump at the contact. Until Bea's mouth makes the worst sound it's ever made against her will, a low needy keen that stains her face bright red when she realizes it had been produced by her own vocal cords.

Lilith snaps away from her in an instant and it's the first time Bea's ever seen her on the back foot. She stumbles back, gestures abruptly towards the chapel, mutters a series of aborted apologies before she all but turns tail and flees.

Bea drops her head back to the mat, drapes an arm across her eyes, and berates herself for her own blindness.

//

Lilith avoids her. Stops sitting with her and Shannon on those rare occasions that Mary's away and they take their meals in the refectory. Stops smirking at her in passing. Stops suggesting sparring matches. Bea bristles at it but doesn't push, says yes to the classmate who asks her out for ice cream after school.

Lilith goes on her first real mission, Shannon and Mary at her side, and Bea lapses into her waiting pattern, working herself to fatigue before hitting the showers. She's drying her hair when they return, when Lilith stumbles into the changing room looking vaguely haunted. Bea boosts herself up onto the sink counter and watches Lilith move, purposeless and adrift.

"How was it?"

Lilith must not have realized she was there, the way she jumps at her voice. She moves towards Bea as though drawn to her, shakes her head, can't find her words. She's still in her combat gear, and when she comes to a halt in front of Bea she hooks her fingers through the straps of Lilith's kevlar vest and tugs her closer.

Lilith makes a noise in the back of her throat that destroys every shred of Bea's self-restraint, haunted and scared and wanting, and Beatrice tugs her into the cradle of her thighs and dips her head to swallow the sounds whole.

[firenati0n]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you to @alasse9 @anchoredarchangel @myheartalivewrites @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise

@tailsbeth-writes @cha-melodius @ninzied for the tags! i am so so so behind on all tags and questions and asks and i am sorry for the delay!! <3 thank you for your patience :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

7 under my name, 1 anonymously

What's your total ao3 word count?

32,316

What fandoms do you write for?

rwrb :)

Top five fics by kudos:

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat (5,094 words)

our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) (2,970 words)

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless (5,422 words)

each time we touch / i wanna take too much (1,339 words)

who truly stuck the knife in first (3,697 words)

Do you respond to comments?

yes! i haven't replied to any on angel fic yet bc they make me cry LMAOOOO but i will get to them soon :) comments mean everything to me. receiving any is a privilege. connection is so lovely.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i would say who truly stuck the knife in first but it's not angsty, just open-ended. they're spies, so happiness for them at the moment is fleeting lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i always write happy endings but i think and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life aka the angel!henry fic is the sappiest. it's so sappy I'm giving it a sequel for more sappy endings. it's the happiest ending because it also makes me cry.

Do you get hate on fics?

not yet, thankfully. people have been very nice and welcoming, which has been a real blessing.

Do you write smut?

no lol i got into my M game with who truly stuck the knife in first (sexually charged wrestling), keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface (prosey fade to black), and each time we touch / i wanna take too much (fingers in mouths) but i don't think I'll be writing smut anytime soon.

i could barely handle arms and legs in spy fic (@cha-melodius knows how terribly i struggled jfalksdjflkjasdlkf). how the fuck am I supposed to factor dicks into the equation????

Craziest crossover:

none yet but i am cooking up a sci-fi thriller au that may never see the light of day based on Dark Matter by Blake Crouch but no promises jfalksjdlkfadsf

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of. I've had art and moodboards and a podfic but no translations.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i am writing one right now with [redacted] and it's going to be so fucking good y'all are not prepared for this AU fr

All time favorite ship?

firstprince forever. alex and henry are my babygirls. Close second is Sydney and Vaughn from Alias or Chuck and Sarah from Chuck.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a lot of docs with bullet points but typically if i start WRITING real words in a doc, i will be finishing it EVENTUALLY. it will either take me 4 months or 4 hours and there is no in between unfortunately, considering i write most of my fics between the hours of 2am - 7am in a fugue state. fatal flaw. all of my docs with actual snippets in them WILL be completed at some point. it's just going to take me. forever.

What are your writing strengths?

i hate perceiving shit like this bc i always think i sound like I'm blowing smoke up my own ass lmaoooo so I'll go with dialogue. i like the dialogue i write.

@anincompletelist also told me that I can "curate a VIBE and TONE like nobody’s BUSINESS" which is extremely kind (ily) and i think i agree. I do like experimenting with tone and atmosphere. I have been playing with genre and expression with each fic and i like what I've done so far.

i also just love a silly goose time fr ok i love my fun fics like amateur's guide and worm fic and actor au. they make me laugh.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i struggle to plot things out bc i get so caught up in dialogue and snippets of things i actually want to write LOL so weaving the snips together is always a pain for me. i am also a perfectionist so it takes me way longer to get over my mental hurdles and put words on the page. i also struggle to write angst sometimes like angst does not come as naturally to me as zippy banter. neither does prose. i have to work at those.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

love!!! i find it so beautiful.

First fandom you wrote in?

i do not count the 1d fanfic i wrote in my notes app as a mentally ill thirteen year old as actual writing, so let's go with RWRB :)

Favorite fic you've written?

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life. it's my most personal and a fic I used as a coping mechanism to get through some yucky times. i also like the emotional beats in that one a lot. it is my least read / least popular but my favorite.

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