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all good fics come from broke college girls or bad bitches who are 30+

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girl are you okay? you’ve been consuming so much media lately that you haven’t allowed yourself to feel one single human emotion for months

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When you try to consume a media but it consumes you instead:

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#me every year FORREST GUMP 1994 — dir. Robert Zemeckis

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no i cannot stop thinking about rick sanchez

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rose blood | r. sanchez

pairings ; rick sanchez x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

summary ; MAJOR SPOILERS ending of 7x05 (unmortricken) when you try to be there for rick's numb state

genre ; insanely sad angst ;( bit of fluff at the end, established relationship (?) no labels on it but you're close

notes ; i've loved this show for quite so i'm quite surprised i haven't written for r&m sooner. use of curse words

wc ; 0.7k sooo pretty short

"morty, you can’t come! evil morty, stay out of my way! gonna kill my nemesis! rick out!"

that's all you manage to hear as you get down to the basement a couple second too late.

you pause right as you opened the door to his lab.

"wait did rick say he was going after prime?" your eyes widen and you began to tense up at the thought of rick no longer thinking with his head.

you pause your thinking when you see two morty's, your morty and one with an eye-patch.

"-oh hey evil morty, didn't think i'd ever see you here." you simpered

his eyes narrowed, "trust me, theres alot i would've done to avoid being here in the first place."

"you’re an asshole." your morty grumbled

"well, yeah. I’m not “good” morty."

he opens a yellow portal to follow rick you assume.

"come or don’t. i don’t care."

you get snapped out of your haze

"actually, fuck this. if he wants to go out there and get himself killed he can be my guest." you quickly turn you head and leave the basement sublevel.

you're not his babysitter, but you're still a little worried for the old man. It's not everyday you finally find the person who killed your daughter and wife.

you quickly head up to his room and try to collect all of your thoughts

you begin pacing around the room as your heart rate picks up

rick found prime, morty and evil morty followed him, is evil morty going to kill prime or rick?, why is evil morty even there?, and is this all a trap?

to distract yourself, you take a nap on his bed cot to just put a pause on everything for now.

sure it's uncomfortable, but it'll do

your quick 30 minute napped turned into three hours and you wake up in a sweaty, thirsty daze.

you walk into the kitchen, greet beth and grab a bottle of water

you walk into the garage in time to see rick and morty just back from their battle

morty smiles and waves at you

"crazy fucking day today haha, jeez."

you gave him a light smile and ruffled his hair

once he was out of the room you got a good look at rick and your smile immediately dissipated.

he look disheveled, covered in a shit-ton of blood (a mixture of his and prime's) a broken nose, black eyes, and scratches littering his body

that didn't phase you, what did was the emotionless look on his face

he turned to you, but it didn't look like he was fully there.

"rick," your voice is tight

you don't even know how to articulate yourself, you've never seen him like this.

"that's a lot of blood." you awkwardly chuckle.

"yeah," his voice is toneless.

you quickly reach out to hold his hand, but the quick flinch withheld you.

"well, what are you gonna do now?"

he just looked up from the floor and shrugged his shoulders.

"i can stay, if you want."

he stays silent

you quickly move to sit on the floor against his counters and you pat the space next to you.

he moves to sit next to you and closes his eyes in the comfortable silence.

you move to rest your head in his chest and kiss the parts of his hand without any blood on them while intertwining them with yours.

"i'll stay right here with you, rick. you don't have to be alone."

you hear his body shake as he tries to quietly but violently cries into your hair.

you turn to hold him in your arms as you let the sobs turn into sniffles and then into stuttering breaths.

he grabs onto you like he'll lose you at any moment, and you kiss his tears away while whispering "we're okay," and "i'm not going anywhere."

"can we stay like this for a little?" he quietly rasped out

your mouth curved into a smile "of course, but after this we should get you cleaned up." you open your eyes to stroke his cheek and lock lips.

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i rlly wanna start writing but im so burnt out and busy im sorry

ill start when break starts and i might write on ao3 !

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Merry Rickmas

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YAY POSTED :D

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Bonjour mon anglais n'est pas très bon, Sois patient avec moi s’il-te-plaît 🤩 but I would like to put in a Kirk Hummer request in please? Maybe one where they are spending time together and are close friends but they both like each other. Dating culture is so different in France but maybe they both admit they see each other as more? Merci mon amie ❤️

its been like a year since this person asked :(( but yes! i've thought abt this for sooo long

fall again | k. hammett

pairings ; kirk hammett x reader

summary ; being super domestic with kirk in paris has him thinking thoughts

genre ; fluff bc awwwww

notes ; sorry for not getting to this sooner :,)

wc ; dk not proofread !!

"oooo! can we go there next?" you tug at kirks arm while he eats.

"in a little, let me finish eating" he exclaims in a playful manner.

this was your first time in paris but kirk's third visit. he'd been touring with that band for a little and asked you to come out and visit him.

you completely melted when he asked and didn't even hesitate. hearing him say he missed you was unforgettable.

although you were finally here, kirk has been acting weird for a while; even before you arrived in france.

he calls for you "quit daydreaming, you wanna go to that place you were talking about?" he's all smiles.

"hm? oh yeah let's go" you give him a quick lazy smile and hold onto his arm while you walk the parisan streets.

it was pretty chilly night so you quickly dip in stores for warmth.

you stop at a bar and decide to get drinks. it's a bit strange he didn't ask any of the guys to join, maybe they're tired.

you guys both sit at the bar and chat for a bit. it's just some small talk, but you find yourself just completely in awe of his voice.

he excused himself to ask the bartender for drinks.

the bar was quaint. it was a dim lit setting with blues music quietly playing over the talking voices.

while kirks away, you sit on a stool fixing some of your makeup. once the mirrors out of your hand, you hear a man with a thick french accent.

"excuse me miss, im not always this forward but you are so gorgeous. i was wondering if i could have the chance to talk to you. i mean," he bores his eyes into yours and you shift a little in your seat. "i see you're sitting alone at this bar. what's such a pretty lady doing here this late alone?"

"drinking with her boyfriend." you see kirks hand divide the both of you. the man just scoffs and gets up from the seat next to you.

your face is beet red, thank god no one can see a thing in this bar.

"you alright?" his eyes show sincerity as he places the beers down and holds your arm.

"you're my boyfriend?" you shyly smile into his chest.

"i-i mean," he clears his throat "can i be your boyfriend?"

you pull him into you for a sweet kiss, you're finally with the one person you love.

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i should probably write again

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i love diego luna

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obsessed with Her.

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im in a writers block :(

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i am once again asking for nick miller x reader fics

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your camera roll dating barbie.