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I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"
All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"
And all of this at once.

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Super long ao3 comments that retell what happened in the work like dissecting what they read fuels my fanfic motivation
Soft prompts to make you YEARN
âś brushing your thumb over their knuckles while you're both not saying a word, just existing quietly in the same space like it's the most sacred thing.
✠them absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sleeve because they want to touch you but aren’t ready to say it yet.
✠“can i kiss you?” whispered like they’re afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud.
âś their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.
✠them resting their forehead against yours and just… staying there. No words. No movement. Just breath. Just nearness.
✠sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.
✠"stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish.
✠dragging their fingers gently down your back like they’re trying to memorize the map of your spine.
✠tracing your features with their fingertip like you're a sculpture in a museum and they were not supposed to touch you, but god, they can’t help it.
✠“don’t leave yet.” not because you’re going somewhere. but because being with you is the safest they’ve felt all day.
âś their voice in the dark. low. quiet. like the night is just for you two.
✠"this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.
✠laying in bed, face smushed into the pillow, sleep-drunk and murmuring, “you make me feel like i’m home.”
✠them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story. one they’ve been rereading since forever and still keep finding new parts to fall in love with.