Update: Seraph and Sentinel, Ch. 11

By the end of class, Max was no less tangled up in her head when Nathan dragged a chair over and dropped into it beside her without asking. He leaned in close, close enough that she caught the faint, familiar edge of his cologne, and for a moment his attention seemed to narrow completely onto her screen.

“That one looks like it should be on a movie poster,” he said, pointing at a dramatic shot of fog hanging over the Bay on an early morning.

There was a softness in his voice she wasn’t used to hearing in class. It was less performative, almost… pleased?

Max rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that because it’s moody.” She tried to quell the smile that threatened to cross her lips.

“Moody sells,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. It faded just as quickly, his gaze drifting for half a second before snapping back to the image like he’d caught himself wandering.

“So,” he said eventually, “you got time tonight?”

“We could grab food,” he added, glancing at her, an almost-hesitant confidence threading through his tone.

It was exactly the kind of invitation she’d imagined and feared in equal measure, but... “I... can’t,” she slipped out. She cleared her throat. “I, uh… I already told Rachel I’d study with her.”

“Rachel?” he asked like he was trying to sound casual, but even he couldn't hide the surprise from his voice.

“Yeah. She texted me earlier.”

“Well,” he grinned, “put in a good word for me, then.”

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Her heart skips a beat when she catches sight of him – for a split second, her excitement almost feels like fear, but she shakes it off. She must just be nervous because of what happened at the last party. He is wearing a dark red sweater over a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up; he looks good in red. His dark jeans are just about the same shade as her skirt, and Max blushes as she realizes they are practically matching. 

It's finished! Here is the promised Caulscott, and it's nauseatingly fluffy.

Now that a new update came out, and more people are playing the game, I must recommend a fic that I adore: A Midnight Confrontation by @hellhoundmaggie. It has 1,727 words, MC/Wayne, and an insightful conversation about MC's journey through the holler so far. Go read it!!!

Thank you so much for saying that!!!!

Originally posted by derdadurz

"A Midnight Confrontation" is my magnum opus and I am so proud of it. If you are a Wayniac, please do read it and tell me what you think!

"His and Her Circumstances"
A Resident Evil 4 Remake | Leon x Ashley two-shot (that will more than likely have a 3rd, separate, spicier, one-shot later) that I have been working on is finished and ready to read!

I'd like to dedicate this to my good friend @celinou! Thank you so much for all your support and friendship! It means the world to me! 💖🥹

Hope you all enjoy!

On a separate note: I like my break from just focusing on Life is Strange writing. It's freeing, and helping tremendously.

Thank you to fic writers for telling the stories that canon didn’t tell.

Thank you to fic writers for giving minor characters a voice.

Thank you to fic writers for expanding these worlds that we love so much.

Thank you to fic writers for sharing your talent, your ideas, and your words with us all.

Thank you to fic writers for your hard work, commitment, dedication, time, energy, and compassion.

And thank you to the readers who make it all worthwhile.

Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.

And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'

Both are beautiful forms of writing.

Kinda curious about this one in the fic community: do you read your work after you’ve uploaded it? Like you’ve done all your proof reading, edits etc. Do you read after you’ve published?

I do. Since I’m writing a long fic (90k+) I always go back to remember certain details I planted earlier.
Sometimes I add thing or rewrite certain bits I feel like it’s not really ‘finished’ until I posted the last chapter. Then I’ll probably leave the work alone.

I love fanfiction bc I really can just finish a show, go “ok but what if those two kissed,” open ao3, and boom now they’re kissing

So...Chapter 27 of The Listening is out :)

I have too much to say in thanks, so...I'll keep it brief: Thank you, everyone, for believing in me and having patience.

There's still quite a bit I have planned for this fic, but at least I have an outline now. The chapter might not feel as long as some others, but trust me when I say I struggled to keep it under control and just...write lol. I hope to work on the next one after getting a little sleep.

Thank you all again <3

I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!

Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.

At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.

We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”

THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.

Fanfic imitates life, and life imitates fanfic. It’s full circle really.

oh my god 

there was only one bed

but it was STAGED

I love this so much

New Fanfic Trope Unlocked!!!!!

AU:There was only one bed - by design👀