#Sara writes

[sarsaparillia]

love my girl and her ghosts at the top of a radio tower

#i'm so close to being done y'all #oxenfree #my writing #oxenfree game #sara writes

[buckleydiazmp4]

Have you been writing any of the fics that you put in polls sometimes? They sound so fun! If so could you share any?

ooooh yeah i love when ppl ask me about my writing :)

here's a bit of the newest one!

Tommy kisses him. Tommy kisses him, and his lungs finally feel like they're not too big for his chest. He does his best to not float away, pulled by the feeling of his lips on his, his fingers on his chin like a guiding hand, how broad his waist feels underneath Buck's fingers. But after he elatedly accepts to go out on a date with him, after Tommy's closed the door, his laugh still trailing behind it, he lets himself drift like a fluffy cloud on a sunny day– weightless and bathed in warmth.

i'm avoiding responsibilities ask me anything (weewoo show related, pertaining any other fandom i am in, abt my life, etc etc)

#sara answers #sara writes #bucktommy #911 abc

[sarawritestories]

Am I absolutely obsessed with unwavering presence? Absolutely. Am I looking every day for a new chapter even if I know it’s too soon? Absolutely. Am I liking and reblogging every chapter? Hell yeah!

You are absolutely a fantastic and talented writer and I can’t wait to read all of the next chapters (and future work!)

Also could I be added to the taglist perhaps? I would really appreciate it! ☺️

For real, this is me for every like reblog, comment, DM, and ask that I get about any of my fics but especially Unwavering Presence. I love writing this so much, and to know you are all out here loving it to make my heart soar. This story is one I've been daydreaming about for months and truly has been a joy. Also, it's so kind for people to compliment my writing because with every chapter I post, I feel like it's utter trash, and people will hate it. (Imposter Syndrome sucks real bad!)

I can't thank you all enough, and of course, you can be added to the tag list! Thank you so so much. Chapter 11 might be here closer than you think 😘 but here is a gif that will encompass chapter 11, the vibe. If you will.

Oh and three more for what's to come in later chapters

#sara rambles #sarawritesstories #sara writes #unwaveringpresence #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x you

[richietoaster]

Okay yall. I have roughly 4-6 scenes I gotta implement in ITYT (Richie’s pov to grow as we go) . We are already 3k words LONGER than grow as we go and I still have a bit to go.

IF this all goes well.. IF.. I would LIKE to have this done tonight. It FOR SURE will be finished by the end of this week if not (bc being an adult sucks and I have work and I have to get my car fixed in a few days)

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #sara writes #ITYT #in ten years time #grow as we go #GAWG

[nerdferatum]

Ooh what about "kissing their bruises and scars" or "washing the other’s body" for Inés and Ava 👀

I'm so embarrassed and so sorry for how long this took akjskjabd I blame writers' block (and also the multi chaptered fanfic I accidentally wrote trying to get rid of it). But anyway, since I can feel the hyperfixation returning...

35. Kissing their bruises and scars.

Inés was about to fall asleep in the car. The dull pain of her wounds was a faint memory as the quiet drive lulled her to sleep. She was so tired that she could even ignore the tense silence between her and Ava. She didn’t need to open her eyes to imagine the soft crease between the vampire’s eyebrows. 

Inés had hoped for a peaceful resolution to the conflict with the Trapper and she was pretty sure she would have managed to do so if she wasn’t so tired. The chaos her presence brought to Wayhaven was starting to take its toll on her. She wasn’t the only one who had noticed, though. Inés could see it every time she found Ava staring her way. A part of her felt guilty at the thought of causing any worry, but the rest of her wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t do everything in her power to protect those under her care. 

The sudden silence of Ava turning off the engine startled Inés. By the time she fully opened her eyes, Ava was already opening her door and offering her her hand. Inés gladly took it.

“I’ll get you to your apartment,” she whispered softly, as if she was still asleep.

Inés was grateful that it was late at night and none of her neighbours was particularly nosy. There was nothing but silence. The dim street lights covered them as Inés slowly limped all the way to the door. Both of them knew that it would be quicker if Ava carried her in her arms, but Inés wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she stood by her side in silence, supporting her weight as she climbed up the stairs, hissing in pain. 

“Sorry,” Inés said eventually, “I need a break.”

Ava nodded, still frowning slightly. Inés wouldn’t be able to see it if she didn’t know Ava so well by then. Their relationship might be new, but they had spent enough time together for Inés to recognise every twitch of emotion on her partner’s face. 

“The people back at the Agency did a good job. I just need a night of rest. I feel like I haven’t had one of those in forever.”

Ava did smile when she heard her chuckle. 

“I might even take a shower. Imagine that,” she joked, trying to get Ava to say something.

“I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you get such luxuries,” said Ava. Inés was quite sure she could see her dimple and couldn’t help but to reach to cup her face.

“I’m so lucky.” She had hoped to continue the light conversation, but Ava’s expression turned sombre as she gazed over Inés’ face. 

Inés had avoided looking in a mirror. She knew what she would have seen and she wasn’t quite ready for that. She could still feel the scratches and cuts all over her face, even the ghosts of the branches that had hit her as she had stumbled to the ground.

“I’m fine, Ava. I promise.”

“You always are,” sighed Ava. There was no reproach in her words, at least not towards Inés.

“I never was the athletic type. You know better than anyone else that I’m best at verbal confrontation.”

Ava let out a hollow laugh, but a laugh nevertheless. Inés counted it like a victory.

“I still need help to get up the stairs, though.”

She hadn’t finished speaking when Ava put her arm around her waist. Slowly, they made their way to Inés' apartment. She didn’t spend too much time there those days. Her room in the warehouse was exactly like her apartment, maybe even bigger, and Ava made a point a long time before about how much safer than her place it was. Inés knew back then it was an excuse to have her close, so she didn’t complain. It was comfortable, warm and she wasn’t alone. That night, however, she had asked Ava to drive her there. She did need a break, and it might have shown, because not even Farah had made a comment about it. 

Ava helped her to her shower and unzipped her dress, hesitant to leave her side. She did step away once Inés managed to get in the shower alone. The warm water was both torture and a balm for her tired body. She stood there, trying to not let out any sound that would alert Ava, as the dirt and dried blood from the woods finally washed off her body. When Inés looked down and saw the bruises starting to form, she had to make an effort to not go back to the moment the Trappers had separated her from the rest of Unit Bravo. She felt stupid for thinking she could get through them. Why would they refuse the high pay of getting rid of an Agent? She shook her head, regretting it that instant as small sparkles appeared behind her eyelids. 

Inés managed to get a long t-shirt over her head and got out of the bathroom with a sigh. Her bed had never been as tempting. Ava watched her, standing quietly next to the window, but didn’t move until Inés sat down over her duvet. 

“Will you stay?” asked Inés. Ava took her hand and caressed her scraped knuckles with her thumb, before barely grazing her lips over them. 

“As long as you want me to.” 

It didn’t matter for how long they had known each other. Every time, Ava left her breathless with her blunt, tender honesty. Inés didn’t trust herself enough to answer her, though, not that night, so she simply gestured for Ava to sit on the bed with her. Both of them knew she wouldn’t sleep that night. 

Ava rested against the headboard as Inés laid down, hiding her face against her body. She soon felt the ghost touch of Ava’s fingers as they hovered over her cheek, probably waiting for Inés to flinch in pain. What Inés couldn’t tell her then was that even that promise of a caress did much more for her that any medicine could. Ava’s fingers traced first the curve of her cheek, just as gentle as a summer breeze, then down her jaw until she reached her neck. 

The events with Murphy were barely the whisper of a memory for Inés, but she had to wonder how the sharp eyes of a caring vampire would see the old scar of Murphy’s bite. She often caught Ava staring at her with an unreadable expression, but those penetrating looks have become more sparse with time. She couldn���t care about it that night, when Ava moved past the scar to her shoulder and up again to gently brush the strand of hair curling by her ear. Inés had let it grow for the first time in years when she noticed Ava playing with that particular curl every time Inés rested her head on her shoulder. 

“I will do better next time.”

She knew that she wasn’t supposed to hear Ava’s words, that it wasn’t really a promise to her. Nothing Inés could say would alleviate Ava’s worries, at least in that moment. They had been avoiding the topic of Inés’ fragility for months; it could wait until morning. Although her limbs were growing heavier with exhaustion by the second, she moved to grasp Ava’s free hand in hers. Inés thought she heard a low chuckle.

And with Ava’s loving touch, Inés sighed, knowing full well that she would sleep soundly the whole night.

#sara writes #twc a #my characters #ines artola

[enigmatictypos]

yay!!! (this is the same anon as the one before btw) i was wondering if you could do some headcanons for some of the characters from your list and how they dealt with their pregnancies? like morning sickness and general feels, how emotional they were and stuff like that?

i was thinking about this specifically for reo, chigiri, kaveh, tighnari, and venti OH and maybe cherry blossom from sk8

i'd also love to read any drabbles you write for them in the future!

Oooo i absolutely can! I'll have to think a bit though and I'll post the list of headcanons asap!

#mpreg #author's note #intermission #sara writes #blue lock #genshin impact #sk8 the infinity

[leossmoonn]

okay so I did add xavier thorpe to my taglist. Idk if I’ll really write a lot, but I am currently writing a fic now abt him! So just in case I ever do post, you can add yourself here!

#xavier thorpe #sara writes

[fkingsteverogers]

Oh, We’re In Love Aren’t We?

Summary: Bruce can’t sleep without you in his bed

Featuring: Margie the Trans Lesbian, my fantasy of sleeping with my face pressed into Bruce Wayne’s neck, and Dr. Wayne

You’re two weeks into married life when the first call comes. It’s close to two in the morning and you’re half asleep at your laptop when the phone on your coffee table starts buzzing. It’s the Bruce Wayne Phone. You scramble to pick it up and answer with a breathless hello. 

“Mistress Wayne, my apologies for waking you.” “No, no Alfred I wasn’t asleep. Is there something wrong with…,” you hesitate, calling him Bruce feels much too intimate, “Mr. Wayne?” Alfred had sat you down hours after your wedding and matter of factly told you Master Wayne was the Batman. 

“Master Wayne is well. He has not slept in many days and I thought…never mind. Sleep well Mistress.” His tone is that of an anxious father, worried for his child. “I’ll be right over, Alfred. And please, call me by my first name.” 

“Alright, Mistress Wayne. Shall I send a car?” 

“No, thank you Alfred. I’ll walk, it’s not that far.” 

He sends a car and ten minutes later you’re trudging into Wayne Tower. You’re soaked to the bone and freezing but you managed to get across Gotham without being shot. Dory’s hovering at the base of the staircase looking anxious. “He’s upstairs.” “Thank you, Dory.” 

When you finally find him, the bastard ignores you. It takes several minutes of you standing next to him, patiently repeating his name for Bruce to notice you. It takes even longer for you to bully him into bed. “Where do you keep your shirts?” “I can sleep in this.” “That’s not what I asked you.” Bruce frowns at you and you frown back, dripping onto the carpet in the massive walk in closet. “Bruce, I’m freezing. I can’t sleep in these clothes, I’ll soak your nice sheets.” He smirks and you stomp your foot in frustration. “You know that’s not what I meant. Where do you keep your shirts?” He relents and crosses the room to open one of the approximately hundred drawers. You grab a soft black t shirt and turn to face away from him. “Don’t look.” “I’m your husband.” “And?” You turn your head to glare at your husband. Finally, Bruce obeys and turns his back as you strip and pull on his shirt. It smells like him, warm with a touch of vanilla. 

Finally in something dry, you march toward his too big bed and pull back the sheets. Bruce stares as you slide in, settling in on the right side. “What are you doing?” You glare at him as you pull back the sheets on the left side of the bed. “I’m going to sleep. I’m cold and it’s nearly,” you check the bedside clock and groan internally, “four in the morning. I have a lecture across town at nine and you haven’t slept in like three days. Get in bed.” The two of you stare at each other for a few more minutes before Bruce slips in next to you. 

You’re more than half asleep when you roll over and press your face into his neck. Bruce stiffens as you toss an arm across his chest and fling wrap your leg around his thigh. 

He sleeps better than he has in years with you in his bed.

After that first night it becomes a Thing for you to sleep in his bed. Once or twice a month Alfred calls in the hours after midnight and asks you come. You always do. The first time Bruce calls nearly knocks you off your feet. His soft voice on the other end of the line is barely audible as he asks you to come. You’re there ten minutes later, slipping under his dark duvet. There’s a moment of silence as you press your face into his neck. It’s your usual position, pressed so close to him you feel as though you can’t possibly tell where you end and he starts. It’s not close enough. Bruce wraps his arms around you and pulls you on top of him. 

“Someone got hurt today.” His voice is even softer than on the phone. If you hadn’t be literally laying on top of him you might have thought you had dreamed it. “I’m sure several people got hurt today, it’s Gotham.” He stiffens and you reach up to brush your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, Bruce. You did your best, that is all they ask of you.” He shakes his head. “That isn’t enough.” You sit up, straddling his hips and looking seriously into his eyes in the dim light. “That is all I ask of you, Bruce.” He stares back at you. “Is it enough?” You nod. Something possesses you and you bend down to kiss him. His lips are slightly chapped, rough against yours in a pleasurable sort of way. Bruce sits up, tugging you even closer to him. There’s hardly room for air between the two of you. You’re frenzied, kissing your husband as if the two of you had been parted for years instead of days. 

“Bruce, Bruce.” He stops at your whispers but it looks like it physically pains him. “I’m…I’m sorry.” You shake your head, shifting to get more comfortable. It quickly becomes clear just why Bruce looks so pained. Heat rushes across your face in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. He realizes that you’ve realized and a look of horror crosses his face. His hands come to rest on your hips as he moves to pick you up and move you off his lap. You set a hand on his wrist, stopping him from moving you. “No, no, don’t. I…I’d like to.” His groan as your hand wraps around him is positively sinful. 

The first time you realize you love him it physically stops you in your tracks. “I love him.” Your tone is more betrayed than revelatory or excited. Margie, your coworker (because of course you’re at work when you realize you do love your husband), actually cackles at your tone. “I felt the same when I met my Jenny. We’ve been together for 45 happy years.” “But Bruce and I aren’t…” Margie shrugs. “I met Jenny before my transition. She helped me realize my true self. You’ve been happier since the wedding, he’s good for you.”

You wait to tell him until your birthday, a few weeks later. You’re giggly, too much champagne, cake, and well wishes. You’ve been hanging off Bruce for the better part of the last hour, stealing kisses and indulgent smiles from your husband. He’d given up on trying to get you to stumble to your bedroom and carried you up the massive staircase. It’s as he’s undressing you that you decide to tell him. “I love you.” Bruce stops, his hands resting on your thigh as he pulls up your sleep shorts. “No you don’t.” You nod emphatically, taking his face in your hands. “I love you, I do.” 

You’re tucked into bed before either of you say anything. “Oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?” Bruce laughs, actually laughs, before he says anything. “Yes, I think we are.”

#bruce wayne x reader #the batman x reader #dr. wayne #sara writes #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #the batman imagine

[aceoffireflies]

Paiting: HuxPoe

Rating: G

A small piece of reunion in a world where Hux has been a spy from the start.

#huxpoe #gingerpilot #poe dameron #armitage hux #sara writes #i guess #:D

[yeahlenas]

Summary:

natasha wondered if it would be very inappropriate to ask steve, if they survived this, if this is how he felt when he crashed the plane all those years ago.

if he thought about what the world looked like, if he couldn’t help but commit it to memory.

cause the view of the ground could be beautiful, under any other circumstance than what they found themselves in - stuck in a metal box, heading straight for the unforgiving soil.

Hi, friends! I wrote a little short drabble which is totally filled with grammatical mistakes, but it is also filled with Nat and Yelena so are we really losing? 

#wrote a short thing #hope you like #just wanted some angsty times #sara writes #yelenat #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #yelenat fanfiction #mine #mine: writing

[sarsaparillia]

2024 fic-writing resolution list! i never stick to these but i don't give a shit i'm putting it out there anyway ❤

finish existentisession

tapedeck summertime blues -- oxenfree, part 6 of the endless series surprising exactly no one

false dice -- chapter 7

something something -- haven game; yu and kay in the aftermath of severing the flow bridge

something something -- prae for the gods; man i have Questions about godhood and burial in this game

raw and often (poison) -- apothecary diaries; jinmao

flower-grown -- spy x family; loidyor

#sara writes #whiny fanfic writer woes

[buckleydiazmp4]

aaaaalright guys let's do this again

#sara's nonsense #poll #sara writes #911 abc #911 spoilers #buddie #bucktommy #bi buck

[sarawritestories]

Just a few here for the ask game hope you don't mind I'm just a curious fan who's scared to come off of anon - 🐝🍅🏜️❄️🍄🥤🥑

Well, hello, sweet and curious anon!

I'm happy you're here!

🐝- tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them.

@hellodarling1357 is the best hype woman around, and truly, I feel like she spreads light in the acotar fandom. She is also a saint for all the story ideas I flood her inbox with. send all the love to Marley, and she deserves it!

🍅 give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing.

I am the worst proofreader. I rarely proofread my fics when I really should. I am trying to work on that, though, and feel like there is a small improvement.

🌵 share the link to a playlist you love

I did not make this playlist, but it's one of my favorites for when I'm in a Disney mood and the name makes me laugh.

❄️ What's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I have a tamlin fic floating in my head where my oc is an avid reader and get thrown into the acotar world and falls in love with Tamlin. I would love to write it, but if I couldn't, I would want @skyfallscotland to write it because her writing is just fantastic, and she would make a really wonderful OC for it

🍄 share a head fanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings.

Switching over to the CW flash universe I am a huge fan of SnowWells (specifically Harry) I could see Caitlin wanting to cuddle, he refuses but when he see she's sad he just scoops her in his arms and cuddle. (Because he would never want to make her sad).

🥤 recommend an author or fanfic you love

Okay hopping on the love train

Tiny Toes CassianX Reader Fic by @hellodarling1357

Any thing by @readychilledwine but if you want specific or Kink series she did in February Here or The Pieces of You Series

Again Anything from @b00kdiary The plus size rep is *Chef's kiss*

🥑 you accidentally killed, somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

I'm strictly answering this based on vibes. @acourtofwhatthefuck seems like the person who would do that. And @hellodarling1357 again

Thank you for asking!

Ask Game Here

#sarawritesstories #sara rambles #sara writes #ask game

[richietoaster]

grow as we go’s sister fic (alternately: Richie’s POV) will be done SOON.

KEEP AN EYE OUT YALL, SHES COMIN IN HOT AND WILL MOST LIKELY SURPASS MY OGs WORD COUNT

(and when I say soon I mean within the next few days) (FR THIS TIME) (yes I know it’s two weeks past Christmas I DONT CARE)

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #sara writes #my writing

[nerdferatum]

WIP whenever

I was tagged by @definitelynotagentm @moderarato and @nabulsi in these past two weeks and I finally have something to share! Since I was tagged by several people, I have both fanfic snippet and a sketch. I’m not tagging anyone because I will try to get up to date with all the tag games I neglected and that would be too much for everyone involved.

He picked it up and examined it in the dim light. The weather had left a mark on it, darkening it in some spots. Still, Bobby was sure that the band was actually gold of an intricate design, topped by a green gemstone, probably a green sapphire, given its pristine condition. He doubted the stranger dropped it, and, most likely, consciously left it behind. Bobby did value the dramatic timing, but would appreciate a clearer message.

Was writing about pirates a good idea? Probably no, but here we are. Under the cut, for a pride treat, Jake and Rohan, from season 1 of LITG

#sara writes #sara draws #tagged #wip whenever

[enigmatictypos]

hello! i was wondering if you write for mpreg scenarios?

hello!! so i've never written for mpreg before but i see a lot of potential things i'd enjoy for the trope? do send me any requests and i'll see what i can do with it

#mpreg #author's note #sara writes #intermission