EeirlyQuiet

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Lone Wolf & Cub Fic

Polytrix Fic

Friendly Rivalry HH

Werewolf Fic, Ch. 9

AvaBeaLil Outline

Closer AU

Cosmic Horror Fic

Vamp Ava

Neighbor w/ Dog 1-shot

Apartment we won't share Sequel Fic

Notes on Hannibal AU

Saved in Phone Fic

Fake Dating for Spite

Flirtation Fic

She's Not The One Fic

SMAU Outline

Impractical Guide Notes & Outline

Is that enough? That's enough, right? I had to stop somewhere. I have a lot of ideas. OK, so now I get to see if I even know enough writers to do this...no pressure to anyone to do this, obviously.

- Ordinary Pt 2

- Yeehaw AU

- Evil!Bea

- What If?

- Soccer AU

- Jedi Bitches

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice & Ava Silva Characters: Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Ava Silva, Mother Superion (Warrior Nun) Additional Tags: listen, I am so sorry for this, I am hurting so now you are too, blame the song it hits hard, its not even hurt/comfort, its just hurt, Please Don’t Hate Me Summary:

This is what I imagine Beatrice would go through after leaving the OCS behind and trying to live the life Ava gave hers for.

I have a crush on a nun.

This isn’t a bit or a joke in waiting I literally have a crush on a nun, let me explain.

So I wasn’t really thinking she was gonna come back but lo and behold she did and goddamn was I a mess. First off I’m running on three hours of sleep, work is hell, I’m covered in dirt, and to make matters worse I looked wayyy too gay today I mean I was wearing my fucking Stetson today. A custom Stetson with a rainbow leather band I made on it. Anyway…

I walked into my grandmas room and she was there. She immediately smiled and said “Ah I see my agents have eliminated you yet, there’s still time.”

I swooned. But what’s worse is she has a really bright fucking smile. Like I seen the bright end of a police officers flashlight and her smile was ten times brighter. We talked for awhile and I got to know that she’s not originally from the US, her name is Amara and she came to the US when she was five. She told me she always felt a call to be apart of the church more than most and followed her passion. She’s different though and hear me out. She asked about my hat and I told her that I made it for myself after I came out to my parents.

Now at this point I was waiting to get preached on but she simply put a hand on my shoulder and said, “I don’t speak for most others within the church but I have the personal belief that love is love. It doesn’t matter whether it be woman with woman, man with man, or whatever else there is out there. There is no shame in who you love, in fact it shows me how strong you are to be so open about it. Thank you for telling me.” I about cried because I have dealt with a lot of hate about my sexuality cause I’m from the south south y’all.

It got pretty chill after that, she prayed from my grandma and me, we talked more about warrior nun, she was super curious and loved sister Camila but said she wouldn’t be able to watch it herself but was content to hear about it through me. We talked about everything and nothing but what’s important is what my dumb ass did as she left.

She stayed about an hour before saying she was due to visit a few more rooms. I stood up to walk her out and she said she’d be back on Monday. My gay panic took hold and I fucking BOWED and said “Till we meet again” then proceed to quickly close the door. I heard her laughing as she walked away.

On Monday we thought my grandma was going to pass away. It was really close for awhile and unfortunately I was the only one who could be there with her for what we thought was going to be her final moments. I was a wreck, I’m not a huge crier because well ✨childhood trauma✨ so when I’m upset in any way I go very very quiet. I was alone and scared, watching my grandma hang on by a thread. Sister Amara wasn’t there that day, not sure why didn’t bother to ask.

That very night, by some power beyond my comprehension, my grandma started getting better. I don’t know who or what was looking out for her but I thank them endlessly.

Which brings us to today, today I got to have my first real conversation with my grandma. She was lucid for a bit but after about an hour she went back to sleep. It felt like as soon as her eyes closed Sister Amara knew and entered the room. I gave her a small smile but to her that wasn’t enough. This blessed (heh) woman strode up to me and pulled me into a hug I didn’t know I needed.

I balled like a baby and let me emphasize something, I work on a horse farm where we take in neglected, abused, and elderly horses. Last year I had my arm broken and eyebrow split open falling off one of our work horses. I didn’t cry then but I sure as shit cried now.

I felt so safe in her arms and I promise not in a creepy way, I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s not something that needs to be explained. Either way, it was a soul crushing hug. She didn’t judge me for crying like a baby she just held me and apologized for not being there when I needed her to be. Of course I immediately told her she had no reason to apologize that she has a life or the nun equivalent of a life. No seriously I told her she had the nun equivalent of a life and then got really weird and apologized because that sounded rude and I got to hear her laugh at my fumbling of words and apologies. WHILE I WAS STILL SOMEWHAT CRYING….anyway…we talked about Monday and she explained that she was pulled away to be with another family who was experiencing a loss. It didn’t matter to me I was just glad she was able to help someone else.

She asked me about Monday and the tears started coming back when she did ✨the thing✨ this woman, this literal nun of a woman used her insanely soft hands to wipe away my tears and had the audacity to smile at me with her caring eyes! Like who does that?! How dare she make me fucking SWOON MORE I HATE SWOONING NOW…

I have a crush on a nun.

This isn’t a bit or a joke in waiting I literally have a crush on a nun, let me explain.

So I wasn’t really thinking she was gonna come back but lo and behold she did and goddamn was I a mess. First off I’m running on three hours of sleep, work is hell, I’m covered in dirt, and to make matters worse I looked wayyy too gay today I mean I was wearing my fucking Stetson today. A custom Stetson with a rainbow leather band I made on it. Anyway…

I walked into my grandmas room and she was there. She immediately smiled and said “Ah I see my agents have eliminated you yet, there’s still time.”

I swooned. But what’s worse is she has a really bright fucking smile. Like I seen the bright end of a police officers flashlight and her smile was ten times brighter. We talked for awhile and I got to know that she’s not originally from the US, her name is Amara and she came to the US when she was five. She told me she always felt a call to be apart of the church more than most and followed her passion. She’s different though and hear me out. She asked about my hat and I told her that I made it for myself after I came out to my parents.

Now at this point I was waiting to get preached on but she simply put a hand on my shoulder and said, “I don’t speak for most others within the church but I have the personal belief that love is love. It doesn’t matter whether it be woman with woman, man with man, or whatever else there is out there. There is no shame in who you love, in fact it shows me how strong you are to be so open about it. Thank you for telling me.” I about cried because I have dealt with a lot of hate about my sexuality cause I’m from the south south y’all.

It got pretty chill after that, she prayed from my grandma and me, we talked more about warrior nun, she was super curious and loved sister Camila but said she wouldn’t be able to watch it herself but was content to hear about it through me. We talked about everything and nothing but what’s important is what my dumb ass did as she left.

She stayed about an hour before saying she was due to visit a few more rooms. I stood up to walk her out and she said she’d be back on Monday. My gay panic took hold and I fucking BOWED and said “Till we meet again” then proceed to quickly close the door. I heard her laughing as she walked away.