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these unequivocal chapters are going to be the end of me, i swear.

so. much. weight.

heavy. emotions. everywhere.

messy.

and then smut without smut? how am i supposed to do that??? so vague and difficult.

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god, this chapter really is utilizing that 'shameless smut' tag.

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Watching Hidden love like :

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there is some intense tonal whiplash between the fics i'm working on right now. it's incredibly amusing.

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hush

Pairing: Duan Jiaxu/Sang Zhi

Rating: Explicit (mind the tags!)

Chapter 1/? (Maybe more? Who knows.)

Synopsis:

Dragged out for her friend's birthday, Sang Zhi met the prettiest man she'd ever seen. She scowled.

A different sort of meeting for the pair.

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👀

and what if hidden love was told from jiaxu pov.. one episode in and i would be a sobbing mess

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i love you!

thanks nonny. very sweet. :)

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the struggle

of wanting to read the fics people post

but not wanting to accidentally influence your own writing

eueughhsheuhhaglaghkj

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God, Sang Yan just despises Yihe, doesn't he? Literally a cursed land as far as he is concerned, constantly taking his favorite people away from him.

And the gals keep surprising him with the Yihe University.

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i love my writer friends.

they're helpful and magical and need all the happy things.

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Pairing: Duan Jiaxu/Sang Zhi

Rating: Teen (so far!)

Chapter 2/?

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry, ma,” he said to the photo, knowing how much she’d promised to the Jiang’s. But she was gone now and what Jiang Ying demanded was beyond any expectation, an unwavering loyalty to misery. "I can’t do it.”

The photo next to it caught Jiaxu’s eye and he picked it up. It was his graduation from Nanwu University with Sang Zhi smiling softly next to him. The rush of affection he felt nearly knocked him over.

She had been the first to ever defend him.

Sang Zhi, thank you.

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work in progress wednesday for wednesday

untitled wenvier story-

Xavier looked amused, leaning a bit closer. “Am I your killer, again?”

Wednesday felt that blasted current not unlike electricity flutter in her stomach once again. Lifting her chin, she sent him a cold look. “No. We both know you haven’t the murderous inclination or talent.”

That made Xavier laugh, backing away. “Ouch, Wednesday. That’s quite the set down from you.” She felt the loss of his nearness immediately and scowled.

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Ahhhhhhhhh! So many thoughts! Thank you for tagging me.

I literally have this entire WIP that works around Hanahaki that I’d been stuck on for AGES cause the person knows they have it but don’t want to coerce their loved one into something they may or may not be interested in (considering past experiences). I really disliked the idea of death being the only outcome to declining, but wasn’t entirely sure how to navigate around that in a way that still had enough tension. HMMM. I will have to revisit what I’d outlined, especially with all these other perspectives to look at.

Seriously, though, I love the traditional tropes, but it’s so much more fun to explore breaking them.

Terminal Hanaki? Boring. Chronic Hanahaki? Exciting.

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work in progress wednesday

The sun streamed through the window, highlighting all of the little hairs around Darcy’s head, causing a fuzzy, warm effect. Bucky leaned against the door frame, blinking. “Sure.”

Maybe he should have bought blinds.

But then Darcy smiled at him and his heart thumped loudly.

She tugged rather unsuccessfully at the window, and Bucky found himself next to her, pulling it open in an instant and looking down at her.

Darcy’s eyebrows hitched up the slightest bit, her lips parted. His brain stalled, heart beating - tha-bump, tha-bump, tha-bump, tha-bump.

from an unnamed Wintershock that will hopefully one day make its way to Ao3. 🤭

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It’s posted! Read here. 🥰

Ambient light spilled from the end of the tunnel. Clicking his flashlight off, Clint pocketed it and perked up as the hints of a song hit his ears, just barely. It was sorrowful, pained, and Clint found his feet tripping over the uneven rocks in haste. The suspicion that had been mounting during this entire chase disappeared. Maybe instead of being a mole, Darcy Lewis had been abducted against her will, dragged to this godforsaken cave to be tortured. Maybe she just needed a vacation and had decided to take up seaside spelunking. On her own. In the dark. During a storm.