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Final snippet from the 2nd person fic that will probably be posted tomorrow.

He laughs, shaking his head and rubbing a hand over his face, and then unexpectedly he sits up and grabs you, pulling you in for a bruising kiss that must taste of him. You are shoved backwards, scrambling until you’re reclined on your couch with your legs wantonly spread and he’s pushing his shoulders in between your knees and looking up at you with a devilish grin that makes your stomach swoop.

His mouth feels like salvation. It had at the bar as well, but there’d been risk and nerves and uncertainty wrapped up in it that time; your heart had been beating too fast and head spinning too hard to let yourself soak in it. It had been quick and dirty, fumbling hands and hissed apologies when you lost control and pushed your hips forward and he coughed, rushed because at any moment you could’ve been caught. This time he sucks at you slowly, his tongue painting lazy patterns along your heated skin, and you feel saved. He is divine, he is further persuasion that perhaps there was never anything wrong with you, because no higher power would create something so holy and then call it a sin.

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[fregget-frou]

Do you think that when Freelancer grows old with Gavin he’ll hold their hand as they go and sing the same song he’d sing to put them to bed? Do you think he’d hold them in his arms and brush their hair in the same way when they’re hungover and sick? Do you think even as they age he’d still look at them with the same stupid grin as they fold laundry on a Sunday afternoon?

When eons pass and freelancer and the rest of the world are gone and replaced by something anew Gavin will still be there, mind long eroded from the suns, to never remember their face again?

But when he looks into his lovers eyes he recognizes a glint, a warm smile as they laugh at him? Do you think when he’s sleeping he’d remember the wrinkles and lines in freelancers hand and trace the exact replicas on his lovers palms? Do you think he’d hum a familiar tune that always seemed to put them at rest, just like something he could just barely remember?

Do you think Gavin looks at his lover, his jaded and old mind long forgot you with time but when he folds some laundry and stands next to them, he asks them if they remember this? Even if he didn’t remember it himself?

Do you think they’d give the same smile, the same crinkle and say, “Let’s do it again, to jog my memory.” And they do it again. They fold the laundry on a Sunday afternoon and even if neither remember or even know what that was about a star in the evening seem just a bit brighter.

[nobodywritingao3]

angst au of Your Love. alternate version of the story that i dont htink ill end up writing but a version of the story that i really like :3

bullet point fanfic (long post)

so. the version of your love that im writing wont get taken into this direction at all, but i really liked the plotline of this potential fanfic

i dont think ill ever write it but i thought it was cute and fun and mostly just angsty which is 100 percent my cup of tea :3

Your Love AU that will probably never get written lol

picks up several years after phil's reveal (background info: phil is a giant who adopted wil, tommy, techno who are humans. he revealed his nature to them a few years prior in a way that really scared them. vore involved.)

in this au, the family never really healed from what happened

the kids grew steadily distant from him as the years went on & phil tried to make peace with the fact that after they turned of age, theyd probably refuse to see him

he's right, after tommy becomes an adult all three of them disappear from his life

if i were to write this fic, id probably have an angsty chapter where phil tries to invite them home for special holidays and anniversaries and they refuse to come home / gradually refuse to pick up the phone at all, and eventually he gives up and just drinks the holidays away to avoid having to deal with the pain

eventually the king tracks him down & this time phil doesnt win

phil is captured and brought to the kings' dungeons to act as his executor via eating any prisoners or such that the king doesnt like

phil doesnt want to do this so the king casts a few spells on him to make him more compliant as well as to completely erase his memory

phil gets used to his life as a prisoner. insert another angst chapter where phil is abused by the king and made to live in horrible conditions but accepts it because he doesnt think he deserves better. lots of self worth problems and ":( im a horrible giant monster that eats people ;-;" phil just having a horrible time

eventually one of the kids has to return home for something.

pov switch to that kid and a quick catch up chapter where their life is going pretty well, theyre sucessful and happy but theres always a sense that something in their life is missing or wrong. they feel a little guilty for ditching phil. for extra drama the three kids grew apart as adults

they need something from home, so they call the house and no one picks up. they keep calling and nothing happens so they start to worry. they call their siblings and eventually the worry grows

after an uncomfortable chapter where theyre together and weighing the pros and cons of returning home, they argue and agree that they need to check on phil

they go home and find the house completely ruined because of the king's abduction, which at this point happened a few years ago.

they guiltily reflect on the fact that they had no idea that phil had been in trouble for years at this point. angsty reflection chapter where they finally have to confront how they feel about him

they agree to go look for phil

they spend time scouting and researching and are almost ready to give up when they hear through the rumor mill that the king has a "domesticated" giant hes using to execute people

the giants needs handlers because it keeps eating the people who fill the position - most people take the side of the handlers and think the giant is a monster, but tech,wil,tommy see through that and know phil wouldnt eat anyone unless provoked

they sign up to be handlers and because the king sucks the hiring process is flimsy and they get the jobs right away

the potions made phil an amnesiac who doesnt remember anything, including his kids

so tommy, wilbur, techno have to act as his jailers and handlers while he doesnt remember a thing

in the beginning of their relationship he doesnt trust them and kind of hates them, he threatens to eat them a few times and it badly freaks them out, but they tough it out

eventually their relationship grows a lot stronger

caring for him while hes sick and abused makes them see him as he is and theyre all very regretful for inadvertantly putting him into this position, but they never want to tell him how theyre related to him

he likes them and begins to see them as sons but he refuses this part of him because of his self worth problems

theres always an underlying tension, because in the beginning phil had threatened to eat them for real and theyre always acutely aware of the fact that they are his jailers

as they grow closer the king gets angry at them for cutting phil too much slack. insert a horrible angsty scene where the boys are forced to hurt phil and he takes it because he knows the situation theyre in. forced whumpage

at the end hes exhausted and beat down and the kids are all on the brink of tears but he tells them he forgives them

the king's surveillance puts a new strain on the relationship

they start plotting even harder on how to break phil out

the king wants to break down phil's spirit because the kids are starting to uplift him, so he cruelly tells phil that he actually has three kids on the outside who never came for him / abandoned him

tommy, techno, and wil are all losing their minds as this is happening because theyre worried about the effect itll have on phil as well as if this means the king has figured them out

phil is a mess after finding out he adopted human kids who abandoned him when they found out what he was and wil, tech, tommy have to take care of him and get him out of his depressive funk while fully knowing they caused it

insert a few angsty scenes where he talks to them about his sons and is obviously very distraught about it

the boys try to bring him back to baseline but its not going well

they hear through the kings' servants that the king is planning to execute phil because hes getting harder to control, and his most recent bout of sadness has rendered him harder to use

wil, tech, and tommy really start to panic now. they figure out a way to get phil out of the castle

they do the escape attempt

something goes wrong and phil eats one of them thinking theyre one of the king's soldiers, which makes him lose his mind because he thinks theyll die

after the other two get him out they have to explain to him that its fine cuz his nervous system is wired to recognize him as his kids

hes pissed and angrily explaining to them how this is impossible. he does see them as his kids, but his nervous system didnt rewire itself because they were already adults when they met him

reveal time

phil is their dad lollll. those children who left him behind and didnt find out he was missing until years after are wil tommy and tech

phil fully starts to lose his mind

he brings up whoever he stored and they help him shrink down into his human form

hes still an absolute mess. he feels ashamed and embarassed and betrayed and angry / lots of other horrible conflicting emotions

pushes him into the a very sad mood and the boys have to take care of him again

the relationship gets better over time and phil starts to recover

theres an argument between phil and the kids and it makes the relationship tense and awful again

the king comes back looking for phil

he almost dies and the kids save him, and then he has to save them

they get closer

happy ending

it definitely gets less fleshed out by the end, but yeah. basic plotline for the your love angst au i dont think ill ever end up writing.

this would be a story where phil is a giant for like 98% of the story, and vore would probably feature in every single chapter. itd probably be a bit spookier than my other stories for that reason

let me know if this is something youd ever want to see me properly write. i have a lot of passion for this idea and at a better time its the kind of thing id start writing up right away.

im trying to think of a nickname for this au. i think ill go with love stuck from the mother mother song

cool cool. thanks for reading my nonsense!

editing to add a poll actually

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“Why am I here?” Nanami thinks out loud, glaring pointedly around the unlit dive bar. It’s unglamorous, walls garbed in eclectic music paraphernalia, references that go right past him. Flurries of reds and yellows and oranges in the decor cut brightly, shining through the dim atmosphere. Seriously, would it kill them to switch a light on? It bustles with life; university kids, Nanami is subjected to think based on the… unique fashion sense present in the room. Street wear, torn jeans, crop tops way too short to be considered shirts anymore. He cringes, feeling entirely too dated to be hanging amongst this kind of crowd. His leg bounces restlessly under the ledge of the bar, and he turns to look at you. “Why are we here?”

You’re smiling—actually smiling—flagging down the bartender. “You knew we were coming to a bar,” you cut yourself short, holding up a single finger to him whilst you relayed your order to the older gentleman behind the bar. A rum and coke, you asked politely before glancing toward Nanami. It took a moment for him to realize what that look meant. 

“I’ll have scotch, neat. Thanks.”

“As I was saying,” you steal back his attention, “I made it clear we were coming to a bar. What’s the problem?”

There was a hint of an attitude catching at your words, and Nanami felt his brow twitch in frustration. “You failed to tell me that we’d be in…” He grimaces, peeking back over his shoulder to the sea of youthful patrons slinging over nearly every stool and booth. “ . . . Mixed company.” God awful pop music fizzles through the speakers, twisting and crackling with pops of static; fuel to the billowing flames of Nanami’s overstimulation. “I was expecting something a bit more sophisticated.”

“I can tell,” you’re laughing as you give him a once over, and he gets a shiver of Deja Vu from the coffee shop where you pulled the same exact move. You tweeze at the expensive cotton button down, plucking the bunched fabric of a sleeve at the crease of his elbow. “Thought we said no more fancy clothes?”

Tonight he threw together a plain white shirt and a pair of slim fit khaki pants; the quintessential dad outfit, sure, but fancy? Nanami didn’t think so. “I’m dressed down.”

“Nixing the suit jacket and tie didn’t do much. You still look stiff, man.” Two glasses are brought over, one placed before either of you respectively. Nanami stares down into the glass, a foggy, brown abyss. His alcohol looks watered down and piss cheap. “You stick out, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Oh please, you’re too kind.” Nanami rolls his eyes, hunching over the bar and downing a swig from the scotch. Yeah, It was definitely watered down. Fuck this place. 

Your hand slaps his back. “So dramatic. I was kidding Nanami, you look fine.” A cheeky laugh reaches his ears before you tack on, “very handsome.” 

Now he knows you’re messing with him. 

You grin into your cup. “Stop sulking. It’s not so bad here.” Nanami would beg to differ. A debate that isn’t worth having because frankly, it��s a Saturday night and he doesn’t have nearly enough energy to draft a list of all the cons that this joint has to offer. “We got booze,” you raise your glass. “Booze makes everything better.”

His forehead wrinkles. “That’s a horrible mindset to have, Y/n.”

Your boisterous laugh outweighs the ambient chatter, and you take a hearty gulp. Nanami follows suit, albeit a bit awkwardly, tipping more spirits down his throat. You look surprisingly comfortable, slinking against the bar counter with a hazy smile that welcomes strangers in. This time, you weren’t wearing a flowery dress; instead, a low cut shirt and jeans, both equal parts dark and tight. The neckline plummeted deep, exposing slivers of your bra cups and entirely too much cleavage. By God, was his self restraint something to write home about. 

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation. All in all, Nanami enjoys talking to you now, even if once upon a time the thought of engaging with you evoked such dread that he’d outwardly avoid your presence around the office. Passing along orders specifically meant for you to other colleagues and entrusting them to deliver the message, lengthening the conveyor belt of relation simply because you got him in a tizzy. Back then, all Nanami could see when he looked at you was that cowardly girl in the bathroom with smeared lipstick and a trembling pout. How shameful, he thinks, that it took him this long to see past that terrible first impression. 

“So there I was, balancing ten cups of coffee, shaking like a little bitch,” you laughed as you shared an anecdote from an internship in your university years. Nanami listened intently, head propped up on his fist as he watched your theatrics. Your cheeks flushed with the evidence of alcohol, eyes lidded, smile wobbly. Nanami was feeling the edge of his buzz coming on too, an amazing revelation considering the diluted alcohol this place served. “And I’m walking up ten flights of stairs–”

“Ten flights?” He gawks, feeling looser and matching you with melodrama. “What, did your office not have an elevator?”

You laughed. “It was out of order.”

“Your luck astounds me.”

You flip him off playfully. “I finally get to the last stair and my heel catches on the floor and I eat total shit in front of the entire room!” Nanami can’t stop his own tittering, cupping a palm over his grin. “Spilled the coffee everywhere, twisted my ankle, too. I probably laid in that puddle for ten minutes.”

“That’s why you don’t wear high heels anymore?”

There’s a grimace on your face when you nod, topping off the rest of your glass. “Mm.”

Nanami swaps his own story, of a time when he was in his third year of college and his work laptop got stolen. “I think I cried,” and you guffawed at his misery. “I’m serious, I really think I cried. Alone, on the floor of my dormitory. It was finals week, and I had written my dissertation on that laptop.”

“So what did you do?”

“I pulled an all-nighter in the library on campus and rewrote my entire thesis.” Merely remembering that chaotically stressful night had Nanami huffing a sigh of anguish and dragging an exasperated hand down his face. 

The bartender slides you another drink. Gosh, he was lagging behind. “I would’ve dropped out.” You spoke over the rim of the glass.

“Trust me, I was really close.” Nanami’s eyes narrow, gaging the swell of your throat as you knock back a few swigs. “How many have you had?” 

“A few.” Your answer was blunt, and from that Nanami could gather that his question had rendered you the slightest bit irritated. He understood why; you were a grown woman, who was he to regulate how many rounds you decide to have? But even with this understanding, the man couldn’t shake his concern. “More than you, old timer. Keep up.”

He shakes his head, scratching at his cheek. “This is my last for the night.” Any more, and Nanami would wake up the next morning nauseous with a pounding headache. He took precautions to avoid breaching his limits, he really disliked that hungover feeling. 

You gawk at the declaration. “How lame.” Then you hiccup.

“You can call me lame now, but which one of us will wake up tomorrow not in pain?”

You wave a hand through the air, brushing off his very astute observation. “Hush, that’s for future me to deal with. Present me doesn’t have a care in the world.”

You’re immature, but it’s amusing, so he doesn’t offer any rebuttals. The way you are so insistent on living in the moment is fascinating, almost inspiring even. Nanami feels as though he’s ever crushed by the impending future, always so concerned with what the next day, next week, next month, next year brings. He thinks ahead to a fault, and because of that, forgets to enjoy the little things. But you always stop and smell the roses. It’s admirable. 

“Bartender!” You wag a finger in the air, slamming down your empty glass. Fiending for yet another drink. 

Okay, maybe your ability to live in the now is to a fault as well. Nanami holds a hand up, signaling the barkeep to halt. “Sorry,” he apologizes politely, “she’s all good for now, thanks.” Ain’t that the truth. Your face looked tacky with sweat, pupils scarily dilated. Your words come out dimly slurred, and your gestures uncoordinated. As your business associate, he feels obligated to intervene at this point.

A hand slaps his down. Your hand. “Hey what gives?” You’re upset with him. “Just because you’re done doesn’t mean I am.”

“You’re three sips away from throwing up on yourself,” Nanami deadpans, unphased by your drunken outburst. Unbeknownst to the two of you, another patron had taken up the stool opposite of you. To be expected; the bar was decently crowded, that being said neither of you paid much mind to the man. He was younger than Nanami for sure, his hair unkempt and shaggy, swept back by sweat and something that looked like grease. He was smiling, probably on some brand of dope that Nanami was unfamiliar with. The stranger interrupts, leaning over with his elbow planted on the countertop. 

“You her father or some shit?” He speaks without any warning, catching both you and Nanami’s attention. 

Father? Nanami internally grimaces, jaw tightening. Just how old does he think I am? Trying not to be offended by the inquiry, he corrects the man. “Just a concerned friend, that’s all.” You have yet to speak, still a tad caught off guard by the unexpected company. 

The stranger’s grin widens, reaching shit-eating status. “Then hop the fuck off her case, man.” He shoots a pair of lidded, droopy eyes toward you, eyebrows jumping in a manner that is entirely too suggestive for Nanami’s liking. “If the lady wants another drink, then let her have another drink.”

Nanami feels the awkward tension thicken the air between this interaction. For all the shit you talked about getting hit on in bars, he would have never expected you to act so timid when put in a position like this. Nanami fully expected you to side with the latter party, to order another round of vodka-whatever and then leave with your newfound knight in shining armor. What actually happened: “No, er, my friend might be right actually,” followed by an incredibly strained chuckle. Your shoulders stiffen, Nanami can practically feel the way you harden up beside him. “I should probably take it easy.”

The man feigns grief. “Aw, c’mon. You seemed so eager before. Let me buy you another?”

“She just said—”

“I was talking to her, not you.”

Nanami was utterly shocked by the sheer gall this young man possessed. Was he trying to intimidate him? It was painfully ineffective. “I don’t want one,” you said with a little more oomph this time, fiercely hanging on the urge to defend Nanami. It made him feel strangely prideful. 

The stranger’s smile never retreated, but something sinister glinted in the ocean of his dark eyes. He gave a sniff, brushing the point of his nose with the pad of his thumb before hurling yet another unwanted flirtation your way. “Baby, hey, what’s one more drink? I saw you from across the room, I’ve been dyin’ to chat you up.” Under the table, his hand slips into your personal space. Nanami sees it unfold in his peripherals; the pallor hand slithering over your lap, grabbing a handful of your denim-clad thigh. You yelped in surprise, wincing. Nanami saw it all.  

He was not a violent man. In fact, he could count the number of times he’s thrown a punch in his life on one hand. Physical fights were pointless, a waste of time and energy because Nanami wholeheartedly believed that altercations were best settled with words. But the moment your nervous squeak found his ears, Nanami couldn’t control the urge to beat this guy’s face in. So that’s what he did; sliding out of his seat to round you and pull the stranger off his stool by the collar of his faux leather jacket. The material felt cheap and mingy, not something Nanami would ever be caught dead wearing. Without so much as a second thought, Nanami sends a heavy fist barreling into the meat of his cheek. One good, solid punch, and the sinewy gentleman was tumbling to the ground, walking the thin line between consciousness. “Shit…” Nanami breathes, chest heaving with barely concealed rage, knuckles throbbing to the beat of his racing heart. The bar went dead, too many pairs of eyes locked onto him to count, but the only ones he could care about were yours. 

You looked at Nanami with such astonishment, with your eyes pried wide as dinner plates and your mouth ajar. He was ready for you to yell at him, to curse him for embarrassing you in a pub you frequented, but nothing came. Well, almost nothing. 

“Security!” The bartender hollered thick and deep, slapping a damp rag onto the counter with a wet plap. 

“Shit!” Nanami repeated, cuffing a hand around the thinnest part of your wrist, tugging you into his side as you both raced toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

You’re gurgling and grumbling, latching onto the material of his shirt as little bouts of complaining bubbled past your lips. “Not so fast!” and “Oh God, my stomach” and “I don’t feel good.” Nanami had been reduced to your crutch at this point; he bore the entirety of your weight without batting an eye because your own legs were too wobbly to do it yourself. 

“I know,” he murmured, maneuvering through the crowd. “Hold it together, we’re almost there.”

The first step outside felt like entering Heaven. Nanami basked in the cleanliness of the chilly night air, gulping down a big breath of fresh oxygen that hadn’t been tainted by marijuana smoke. But suddenly, you’re detaching yourself from his hip and he’s bewildered by your sudden need for proximity. “Y/n—”

He turns to face you, only to be met with the crown of your head. Doubled over at the waist, hands on the lower fraction of your thighs, you vomit onto the dewy pavement… and his shoes. Nanami’s cursing once more, drawing closer despite how much you obviously don’t want him to. “Alright,” he coos in exasperation, gathering your hair into a bundle and holding it away from the splash zone. “It’s alright, get it out.”

“You’re… Did I just puke on y-your feet?” Your voice is croaky, something of a mixture of embarrassment and illness. You can’t even look at him. 

“Stand up,” Nanami tells you. He’s unbending you, straightening your body upright with a hand pressing your back in from his bowed shape. “Can you look at me?”

You pout, childlike. “No.” You’re looking at his shoes, the toes slick with remnants of your stomach acid. 

“They’re just shoes, I have a million pairs.” His head cocks to a tilt. “Would you look at me, please?”

You’re sighing, but looking up to him nonetheless. Gazing up with big, glossy eyes and wet lashes that clumped together through tears. Eyeliner diluted and cradling your undereyes in a dark embrace. You wipe your mouth with the back of a palm, smearing shimmery gloss out of the confines of your lip line. It’s all so nauseatingly familiar, this pitiful display. Nanami decides he hates seeing you like this. 

“I’m sorry,” you chirp. 

“Don’t apologize.” 

“I’ll pay for them.”

Nanami puts a hand on your shoulder when he notices the slant in your posture. “Cut it out, that’s entirely unnecessary.” He looks around the parking lot, full of vehicles. They catch the glint from the yellowish street lamps. “Did you drive here?” He thinks it’s unlikely, seeing as you let yourself fall under such intoxication. You weren’t so irresponsible; if you drove here, you would’ve made sure you’d be able to drive home too, like he did. 

You’re shaking your head. “Caught a train.”

Nanami nods, pleased. “Good. That’s good.” With all the grace and gentleness in the world, the man loops your limp arm back around his nape, securing you against his oblique with a sturdy arm snaked around your waist. Everything is ginger, lest he upset your stomach again. “Are you good to walk?”

“Yeah, I think I’m alright.”

“Then let me take you to my car.”

That pulls a frown from you. “You don’t need—need to drive me there, Nana’. The station—” Hiccup “It’s just down the road.”

The blonde glowers. “You can barely stand on your own, public transportation is out of the question.” Like Hell he’s going to let an obviously inebriated, attractive young woman such as yourself ride the subway alone. Please, don’t make him laugh. “I’m driving you home.”

“It’s out of your way.”

“I don’t care.”

It’s a slow race, but Nanami eventually hauls you to his car parked at the entrance of the lot. A midnight shade Maserati; he doesn’t miss the way you gawk at his luxurious ride. “If I had a car like this, I’d never leave it.” He laughs. You smack his bicep. “I’m not kidding, I’d sleep in this thing. She’s gorgeous.”

“She says thank you,” he huffs his response. Nanami leans you up against the side of his car, pinning you between its door and his thigh while he opens the passenger door. “Watch your head.” His hand curls around the roof’s ledge, a makeshift cushion to protect your skull as you duck into the car seat. Immediately, you’re slumping back into the comfortable leather interior, moaning out quiet mewls of exhaustion. 

“Yeah, I’d definitely sleep in here.”

“Keep those eyes open.” The door swings shut, and Nanami makes haste when rounding the rear of his car to the driver’s side. He had barely toed the line of sobriety anyways, but knocking a stranger on his ass was definitely more than enough to woosh any semblance of haziness from his veins. Nanami wouldn’t think about driving—wouldn’t think about putting you or anyone else on the road in danger—if he felt even the slightest bit impaired by the scotch. Behind the wheel, the man leans across the center console to grab your seat’s safety belt, carefully dragging it over your chest and clipping it into the buckle. “I need your address first, then you can knock out.”

“My address…” You ponder, lips pursed and eyes blinking at a snail’s pace. Sleepiness prevails, and you fall in and out of slumber, head lolling and cheek mashed up against your shoulder. 

Nanami carps, unappreciative of your inability to stay awake long enough for this much needed conversation. “Hey,” he bleats, patting the top of your thigh. “Come on, Y/n. I need to know where you live.”

You whine, rolling your eyes at his persistence. “The city.”

“You live in the city.” Nanami deadpans at the useless information you’ve just spared. 

“Mm.” And then you’re drifting back to sleep. 

Nanami pinches high on the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger, over the permanent divets where his glasses have drilled into his skin. The contortment of his fingers sends another spike of pain over his bruising knuckles. “Wake up and give me a proper address.” He supposes his heated seats aren’t doing much to stave off your tiredness, so he presses his knuckle into the off button. You whine. 

“I don’t remember, okay?”

That’s how you ended up at Nanami’s home, tucked under his lavish sheets in his bed that’s entirely too big for one person. Your outfit had been neatly folded and piled upon his dresser, exchanged for one of his tee shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were cinched at the waist. He helped you into his clothes—with your undivided consent, of course. A completely clinical and respectful process; Nanami looked elsewhere, acting as a handle for you to hold onto as you stepped into the oversized pants he held open for you. They were far too wide, falling off your hips, so he took the time to tie a precious, little bow with the drawstrings. 

“Comfy?” He asks upon his return to the bedroom, holding a glass of tap water in one hand, a bottle of pills rattling in the other. You’re exactly where he left you; swimming in his bedsheets, the comforter hoisted up to your chest. Nanami sets the water down on the bedside table, then takes a seat on the edge of his mattress, working the bottle open. 

“I’ve never been more comfortable,” you sigh blissfully, taking a deep inhale. “Your blankets smell good.”

The blonde can’t help his chuckle. “I’ll give you the name of the laundry detergent I use tomorrow.” With deft fingers, he plucks two small tablets, light pain medication, and sets the pair on the table next to your water glass. 

“Promise?” Your tongue pokes out from between your teeth, playful. He chides an airy yes, snapping the tylenol bottle shut. Then, your smile fades; you’re averting your eyes, fixing them somewhere over to the blank canvas of Nanami’s gray, bedroom wall. “Hey, um…” He watched the side of your face, watches the flex of your jawline and the tension in your neck. “Did I—I didn’t really throw up on you, right?”

You rub at your temple, like you’re trying to find the memory but it’s just out of reach. “No,” he replies instantly, steadily, like it’s not a complete lie. Like his bile-ridden shoes aren’t sitting outside on his front door step, waiting to be cleaned. “You don’t remember?”

“It’s fuzzy,” you grumble, frustrated with yourself. “I had too much.”

Normal circumstances permitted, Nanami would’ve totally took this opportunity to have his I told you so moment. But you already looked  upset, maybe a little bit sick still, so he bit his tongue for you. “Some drunk imbecile interrupted us. We shared words, and then he got sick on us.” He was pleased with himself, his story must’ve been believable with the way you nodded along. 

“And then you punched him, right?”

His face drops. “That’s what you remember?”

Your shrug. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it, Nanami. Not for my entire life.”

“Kento.” You hum, confused, so he reiterates, “I mean, call me Kento. I just clothed you, I’d say we’re close enough.” It’s true, you guys were getting more and more comfortable together by the day. Even outside of work and the management project, Nanami and you share text conversations more frequently than he would’ve ever imagined. And these little hangouts—granted, only two have been executed thus far—have been the most fun he’s had in ages. More fun than he’d ever hope to have with his ‘friendly’ business colleagues. You’re his friend. 

You, Y/n L/n, are his friend. What a strange fucking twist of events, it nearly gives Nanami whiplash. 

“Ken… To…” You speak each syllable slowly, peeking up at him through your eyelashes. He nods, grinning easily. Happy. “Kento, Kento, Ken—”

“Okay, okay enough.” He rises, arms raised as he gives a hearty stretch to his back. “It’s bedtime. Over there,” Nanami points at a door, “is the bathroom if you need it. You’ve got water here, and make sure you take the medicine in the mornings. You’re going to have a terrible migraine.”

“Wait, where are you gonna go?”

“I’ll take the couch for tonight.”

“Kento…” You whine, and he really wished you wouldn’t do that. “C’mere. There’s room.”

You’re patting the expansive open space beside you, peeling back the heavy blankets. It’s an enticing offer, to slip in beside you and feed off your body heat. To hold you to him and— Stop, what are you thinking? Stupid. “I think it’s best we don’t. Sorry.” And then he’s fleeing to the door because the way in which he worded that made the depths of his soul curl with cringe. Nanami bids you a polite sleep well before leaving you to the darkness, though he has enough sense left to keep the door cracked just in case you should yell for him in the night. 

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Hi I really love all the writing tips you give! I'm a fanfic writer myself and your tips have helped me out so much with writing <3 I was wondering if you had any tips on how to write any kind of flashback scenes? Like ways to lead up to it or where a character is like having a headache and then BOOM they get a glimpse of a flashback or something. I struggle so much with this ;-;

Ideas for Flashback Scenes

Hey there! Thanks for the question! Since flashbacks are about reminding a character of a memory they haven't been thinking about, here are some ideas for triggering a memory!

Hinge on an Object/Person

Coming across an object or person from the past can call a dusty memory to the forefront. 

Maybe your character is going through the attic or clearing out an unused shelf. It can be a friend returning an item that they’d lost. 

Dreaming/Semi-Dreaming

A dream is a product of taking snippets from our actual life and putting them together in weird ways. A character may dream about something in the past, wake up, then recall the memory more clearly, using the dream snippet as the starting point.

Similarly, they may dream briefly as they doze off, then wake up to have a “fuller” flashback. 

Deja-Vu

A deja-vu would be most natural if the memory being recalled is set somewhere the character goes to on a day-to-day basis (like the supermarket or the cobbled walkway in front of their house, etc.)

A repeated action (cashier checking out items), a familiar scenery, or a familiar sound will trigger a similar memory, maybe even set in the same location. 

Mid-Conversation/Trigger Words 

Certain words or voices can be triggers of memory. You can have a moment where the character pauses for a moment to think, “wait, I think I’ve heard that phrase somewhere…” 

The other character asking them a question can also trigger a memory in the process of trying to come up with an answer. 

Trigger words can appear on road signs or on book covers, etc. You can try describing the font/color of the word and link it to a snapshot of the memory being recalled. 

The "Aha!" Moment 

This is where the character is doing essentially nothing (like standing in the shower, staring off into the ceiling, etc). It can even be when they’ve lied down trying to sleep, when something suddenly just jumps into mind. 

Provide some context through internal dialogue, where the character is either thinking about something that they’re worried about or an event that left an impression on them that day, etc. 

Being in Danger/Near-Death Moments

This is similar to how a character’s life plays out before their eyes right before they die. 

When a character is in danger, their brains will start firing in ways that it usually wouldn’t, triggering a flashback. 

A flashback can be induced by shock, a loud bang, explosion, etc. when the character goes momentarily numb. 

Flashback Under Intoxication

If your character is drunk, on drugs, or taking medication that impacts their cognitive abilities, they may start triggering memories that have long been buried. 

However, the flashback scene in this case will have some unusual aspects, and will be prone to being warped or even fabricated in some parts.

[floatyflowers]

Hello can you do a sauron/Marion x daughter reader fanfic and sauron being close, strict, and overprotective yet caring and loving father towards his daughter which is the reader!!!

Even though Sauron is evil to the core and a backstabbing person, surprisingly he is a good father towards you.

After all, you are a part of him, his flesh and blood, so unlike other people, he can't sacrifice you.

He can't just sacrifice a part of him.

But that doesn't mean he won't use his manipulative tendencies on you to make you believe he is a good person.

However, when you started to grow into adulthood, you realized that your father is a scary monster who will do anything to gain power.

That's why you took advantage of the first chance you got and ran away.

On your way, you met Celebrimbor who offered you a roof to live under.

At first you thought the elven prince did it because he sympathized with you.

But in reality, Celebrimbor has fallen deeply for you, only because you are always by his side and helped him with crafting.

that he crafted a necklace to always remind you of him.

Things were going well, until an elf named Annatar entered your lives.

You and Celebrimbor got on well with him.

The fact that Annatar always knew how to cheer you up and make you smile made you feel deja vu.

But the dots all connected when Annatar had Celebrimbor make what will be later known as rings of power.

"Father?"

"Took you long to find out"

Before you could warn Celebrimbor, Sauron kidnapped you and sent you to a hideout to imprison you there.

Unfortunately, the news of Celebrimbor's capture reached you and how his body was shot with arrows, hung upon a pole, and paraded as a banner.

It made you depressed, as you wait for your father's arrival.

When Sauron finally visited your dungeon after many days, only for him to hug you as you cry in his embrace.

"It shall pass, by then you would see me become the king of Middle Earth...my precious"

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

RWBY Fanfic Recommendation List

Fics that have really struck me, vaguely organized by ship and/or topic.

Bumbleby (Blake x Yang)

first off, basically anything by pugoata. She's the goddess-empress of the Bees. I'm gonna give particular props to Banshee, as it was the first longer fic and AU that I read, and it really opened up my mind to what fanfic could be.

You're a Mountain, Full of Glory - a ski/snowboard with amazing characterization and a closing scene that will live rent-free in my head forever, in a good way.

They Can't Steal the Love You're Born to Find - childhood soulmates repeatedly torn apart and reconnecting, with courtroom drama. One of the most angst-ridden Bee fics I've ever read.

Fucking In Love - pornstar AU that gets right to the sex and slow burns the romance. Hot as hell while also full of tenderness and pining.

Midnight Menagerie - exotic dancer, kinda-cyberpunk dystopia AU. Edges you forever with the sex, earns all the angst tags, and we are majorly trusting @kaelidascope when she promises an amazing happy ending.

Bite Me Like You Love Me - one of the hottest Bee smutfics I've ever read.

You and Me - Blake discovers she's pregnant the day Yang goes MIA on a mission and struggles through being a single mother teaching their child about her amazing other mom. Short, happy ending, amazingly sweet.

You and Me, and One Hot Summer - tropical beach Bees. It's fun, and hella spicy!

WhiteRose (Ruby x Weiss)

The Foxtrot - Ruby and Weiss repair their broken lives after the war. It's one of the most popular RWBY fics of all time for a reason.

Can You See My Strings?/Deja Vu - premium mentally ill Weiss escapes from child abuse angst, with a happy ending if you read the sequel.

But Your Voice Used to Be Mine - Weiss escapes abuse to join RBY's punk band whose smash hit she inspired.

Just One Cigarette - Ruby and Weiss have a little meetup roleplay and it's really good.

Faunus Weiss (generally major themes of struggling with internal and external racism)

Craving the Sky - Weiss has painfully concealed her faunus heritage while she tries to earn her father's love. The support of her team, and the love of Blake and Yang (BeesSchnees) help her soar on her own.

Black Swan Theory - faunus Weiss struggles to recover from child abuse and navigate a deeply racist society while building a relationship with Pyrrha (Schneekos).

Clipped Wings - secret faunus Weiss, dealing with racism and abuse from Jacques, this time slow burning towards Pollination.

Villainesses

Melting Glace - Cinder and Neo find love, and no redemption, in the trauma of failing to destroy Beacon. Will make you cheer for them to win by the end.

Rise from the Ashes - Cinder has a Vader moment and saves Ruby from Salem, and Ruby's pure heart helps her heal, and their adversarial relationship turn to affection. Peak RWBY enemies-to-lovers.

Odds & Ends

The Bermuda Triangle - great modern AU BeesSchnees that gets filthy hot at the end.

Midnight Rose - Summer rescues and adopts Cinder out of Atlas. Their relationship, and Cinder coming to love the Xiao Long-Rose family, is beautifully depicted. Still very much ongoing (no ships as of yet).

Fallen Maiden - Jaune dies protecting Pyrrha at Beacon, and the Fall Maiden power remains split. Will Pyrrha's bloody crusade of vengeance consume her? Or, 'Pyrrha goes full Magneto and fucks Cinder up'.

What's In A Name? - Winter and May grow up together, struggling to cope with their feelings for each other against the background of the Atlas aristocracy.

Red Sky at Night - This excellently-composed fic has a hacked Penny as the primary antagonist of the Beacon arc and builds it to Nuts & Dolts. It captures both Penny's horror at being controlled in her own body and RWBY's fear in fighting a seemingly unstoppable enemy, almost like Terminator vibes, and ultimately takes it to a very sweet relationship.

Linked In Life and Love - I'd be remiss if I didn't mention this one. I really, really love the first act, where Team RWBY sees Blake suffering terribly through a surprise heat cycle and decides that they will all "help" her with it. It's sweet and tender and feels legit for them. I'm not a huge fan of where all the series has gone since, but I would invite anyone to judge that for themselves.

Sparks in the Dark - an Emerald/Penny/Ruby trio that's really masterfully done, exploring all three characters in very novel ways, and also doing great things with Salem and Cinder.

War Machines - a Penny/Ruby role-swap that follows Penny's adventures on team BXPS with Blake, Yang, and Weiss. It's very thoughtful and a good read as science fiction for its exploration of Penny's artificial personhood.

(As I see this getting a decent amount of traffic, I'll just point out that, if it's convinced you [correctly] of my impeccable taste in fanfic, you might want to check out my own RWBY writings)

[daxieoclock]

Howdy folks. I’m Daxievane, you might know me from my Persona 5 NG+ longfic Deja Vu, my so-far twoshot Black Mask Duo AU, my canceled Kingdom Hearts Dissidia, or my dozen or so WKTD fics. I’m an unemployed trans lesbian with a shit ton of writing experience and many disabilities.

It's summertime and while I'm currently focusing on preparing for summer classes to graduate on time, I'm also trying to budget out my slim savings to get out of my toxic parents' house and stay with my boyfriend for at least a month during my break. But since I'm unemployed, I'm about 200$ short of my goal. If anyone could help by buying me a coffee, I would be very grateful.

I also do prose or fic requests, ghost writing, fiction editing, genre tutoring, and photography+poetry. Check my ko fi above for examples of my art.

Prose, fanfic or ghost writing: 1$ per 100 words (5$ per double-spaced page).

Fiction editing: 1$ per page you'd like my in-depth feedback on.

Genre tutoring: 15$ for a (roughly) hour long lecture on a genre, trope or writing technique of your choice.

Photography + poetry: 15$ for a single image and poem pair with a subject, tone or prompt of your choice.

Sensitivity reading (transfem, nonbinary, lesbian, autism, bpd, ptsd, Jewish): 10$ minimum for <15 pages, 1$ extra for every page over 15.

I am happy to write or edit ns fw content, but I reserve the right to carte blanche rejection for predatory ships, or fandoms that make me uncomfortable. I will not accept any ns fw requests for underage characters, "aged up" or otherwise. I will also not accept any requests for RPF.

My strongest subjects are horror, character drama, action and world/lore building. I will gladly also tutor for romance.

DM me if any of the above sounds interesting, and we can discuss!

Don't tag with donashun etc thank you <3

[idrewagiraffe]

one of my favourite things in community fanfics is when people write in a little subtle nod to epidemiology. for example characters will get 'a strange feeling' when they hear any abba songs. my personal favourite is when they mention that abed/troy get deja vu from saying i love you too each other.

and i love it every single time like. hell yeah i get your reference author let's go hold hands and run into the sunset

[lil-luvxo]

GRAYSON LYRA HEADCANNONS IR FANFICS PLSSS

CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

this is my first fic EVER so excuse if its bad but here is a little oneshot of grayson and lyra before a ball 💗

pairing: first person lyra kane x grayson hawthorne

warnings: just kinda cutesy, mentions of kissing, suggestive at the end (sorry, not sorry)

word count: 989

"Gray! Can you come and help me please!” I shout from inside our cavernous walk-in wardrobe. I stare back at myself in the mirror, admiring the beauty of my floor length ball gown. It was beautiful. A dusty, shimmering green was the colour of the bodice, with a make-shift tree branch spreading diagonally across my chest made from light brown diamonds - the sleeves were thick straps and puffy. It spread into a long, full, cream tulle skirt, with the green leaking through in sections. It was decorated with golden illustrations of light leaves, trees and flowers. I hear footsteps padding down on the wooden floors and see his face appear in the mirror behind me. He was wearing a tailored suit with a white shirt, green vest the same colour as my dress and black bow and tie. A flower was pinned to the pocket of his jacket. He stopped in his tracks, as if restricted by a heavy gust of wind. 

“Zip me up?” I say softly as I look back at his eyes, filled with something I couldn’t put my finger on. Love? Desire? I couldn’t tell as I could get lost in his eyes for hours, a labyrinth of blues and greys and beauty. He saunters over, never taking his eyes off mine but I break it to look back in the mirror. 

“You are breathtaking.” He says from behind me. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek as he whispers another sweet nothing in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. 

“You look stunning, sweetheart” he utters, wrapping his arms around my torso. 

“You don’t scrub up too bad either, Hawthorne boy.” I say playfully, placing my hands atop of his. He moves his hands around my body to my back grabbing the bottom of the zip but instead of pulling it upwards, he splays his hands out onto my back and his fingers lingering on to the side of my body as he slowly bends down and forward to rest his head on my shoulder. I lift my hand to the side of his face, chuckling, and lightly run my fingers up and down the area of his jaw and cheek. 

“Are you getting deja vu already? I remember the masquerade ball where we danced for the first time - it was the first time I had danced in years” I express laughing lightly. 

“No deja vu yet, but can you promise me a dance later?” He says, a soft smile blooming across his face as he looks up at me, that same look in his eyes. 

“You have a deal, handsome. But don’t worry, I won’t run circles around you.”

“You are ten times a better dancer than I am, love. Remember, if you need me, just come over and pull your ear.” This was something we’d created. At my first Hawthorne event as the Grayson Davenport Hawthornes girlfriend, I was in a number of awkward conversations about business. Our secret language was just incase anything else happened and either one of us wanted to leave. 

“I know, honey” I retort and I feel his hands creep away from my side and zip up my dress. He places his hands on my hips and presses a kiss to the back of my head and grabs my hand spinning me into his arms. I let out a sharp gasp from the shock. Only I had my mask on, yet both mask were a deep gold with a forest green lace around the border and eyes with brown shining gems dotted below and on the lace. The only difference was that mine had the brown gems hanging below the mask, giving the illusion of golden tears whilst his didn’t. His arms encircle my waist. 

“You, Mister, are missing something.” I break free of his grip and grab the mask off of the jewellery cabinet in the centre of out closet as his gaze follows me a total of three steps. I gesture with my finger for him to spin around, and when he obeys I stand up on the bench in our closet, place the mask over his eyes and tie the ribbons in a knot at the back of his head, running my hands through his soft hair as I do so. Once, I finish he spins around and slips an arm around my waist, lifts me up and places me softly on the ground; I loop my arms around his neck and his hands find my hips again. Our eyes meet and its like fire, 2 flames soaring - defying the impossible - that no one dares to extinguish because it was providing warmth and comfort, even for the flames. Before I can even break eye contact, his lips are on mine, my hands moving up his neck, exploring his face and finally bury themselves in his hair. His hands move and up and down my back and land with one hand over my hair at the base of my neck and the other buried in my hair as the kiss deepened. Soon enough, I hear orchestral music floating upstairs like heat rising. Grayson breaks the kiss and pulls me back so that we are eye to eye once again and whispers ,

“I think we are going to be late to the party, Miss Lyra Catalina Kane.” I give his another quick peck on the lips before intertwining my arm in his and beginning to walk out the door of the closet and towards the stairs. 

“I might need help taking this dress of later - wouldn’t want to ruin the beauty of it.” I whisper quietly, but with passion as we descend the stairs. 

“I’ll be there,” he whispers back as I stifle out a silent laugh. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, he spins to face me and says the words I’ve been wanting to hear all night, 

“May I have this dance, Miss Kane?”

this is the inspo I used for lyra's dress

I'll try and do my other reqs tomorrow 🤞 but I hope you enjoyed this!!

[nobodywritingao3]

spoilers for chapter 4 of your love deja vu

images below the cut

[glassbead-xx]

Things that will totally happen when Fuuko uses Remember on the Union

Note: I might make this a proper fanfic

Note 2: it might not make sense but I have a lot of imagination and I’m sleep deprived

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Ichico: you mean I died to fulfill his character development?

Nico: like it was easy for me, Unforgettable is a pain in the ass, not to mention I had to raise Mico alone

Ichico: meh at least you and Mico had each other

Nico: …..

————-

Shen: so I died…

Fuuko: yeah, but we brought you back as a Jianshi

Mui: and I became Untruth instead

Fuuko: yeah

Shen: and you let us dress up as Jianshis for Halloween?

——————-

Feng: you think you can beat me? I’ll turn you into a Jianshi again

Shen: bring it on old man

—————-

Leila: so what happened after the surgery? Did you get together?

Rip and Latla: ….

Rip: do we tell her?

Latla: I don’t want to

Leila: guys?

Rip: we kinda became obsessed with getting you back

Latla: and we almost sacrificed the entire world in the process

Leila:….

Latla: Leila?

Leila: I told you to use your talents to help other people

Rip and Latla: sorry

——————-

Fuuko: Haruka! Hey about last loop-

Haruka: *dies of cringe*

——————

Fuuko: Haruka! Hey about Spring

Haruka: *starts crying*

Fuuko: *cries too*

————

Gina: that’s how I looked at 66?

Sean: hey at least you reached old age

—————-

Tatiana: so Mr. Billy became like my dad after I lost my parents? That’s so nice

Billy: yeah

Tatiana:… so about Under

Billy: I already said I was sorry

————-

Kururu: I was so girly…

————-

Chikara: so I lost my parents, so did you and Tatiana, Top lost his friends, Billy his wife and child, Rip and Latla lost Leila

Fuuko: yeah, we were angstier back then

————-

Top: so about your boyfriend-

Fuuko: he’s not my boyfriend

Top:….

Fuuko: I love Andy and I’m pretty sure he loves me too but he technically never asked me to be his girlfriend

Top:…

Top: so you’ve been in a situationship for 200 years

————-

Julia: so I’m the reincarnation of Juiz and she was in love with your boyfriend’s other personality?

Fuuko: it’s complicated

—————-

*Something happens that reminds the Union of the previous loop*

Gina: I think I’ve seen this film before~

Sean: Taylor Swift reference

Gina: and I didn’t like the ending~

Sean: stop

—————-

*another thing happens that reminds the Union of the previous loop*

Gina: do you get deja vu~

Sean: stop singing!!!

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - life and death

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Life doesn't always play a fair game. Takes place after Epilogue of the main series.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: M Rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injuries. ANGST.

A/N: Thanks @gamergirlbones helping me with Spanish phrases. and to @siilvan for putting up with me for breaking her heart. not beta nor properly proofread. sorry.

Part of RUDY FEST fic. Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome. Prompt used: I'm not leaving you, You have to leave, your life's in danger

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How ironic. 

The rescuer needs to be rescued. 

Your ears are ringing, vision blurred with all the dust in the air. Without looking down, you know you are bleeding out. 

Slowly turning towards your left, you can see two of your fellow medics lying motionless on the ground. 

Are they still alive? If not… 

Who are their next of kin? Oh, you need to retrieve their dog tags. The paper work.. 

Ouch. Why does it hurt so much? That’s right.. You are injured. But where?  

“MINI! Stay with me!” 

You know that voice. But where is he? 

“Oh, hello love. There you are.” you replied, blinking your eyes a few times, trying to flush out the blood that is currently blurring your vision. Finally you spotted the owner of the voice.“ You shouldn’t be here.It’s not safe.” Bit of deja vu? Last time this happened, you were the one who was on the other side, trying frantically to save Rudy’s life. How the tables have turned. 

“I am not leaving you.” Rudy replied adamantly, with a hint of panic as his eyes scanned your body, and the surroundings. “You are going to be ok, cariño, I promise. Stay with me. Please.” he pleaded as he started to open his emergency med kit, doing whatever he can to save his love from dying in front of him. 

“Go. Don’t worry about me.” You tried to lift your arm, but you couldn’t. That’s when you notice half of your body and arm are pinned underneath the boulder and debris. 

“Oh.That’s not good.” you try to laugh, but all you could manage was a shuddered breath. “You muppet, of course it’s not good.” A lower, grumpier voice joined in. “How can you still be laughing in this situation?” 

“Oh, hello,Captain.” You slurred. It’s harder and harder to keep your speech and head straight. “You have to leave, your life's in danger. Take that man with you too, while you are there.” you jerked your head towards Rudy, who is currently radioing for medevac, causing a pounding headache. Everything is starting to hurt. It’s getting so hard to breathe. You thought. 

“Tell Soap and the team I love them…” you wheezed as you tried to convey your last messages to Price. “Tell Soap I’m sorry I ate his chocolate cookies….” “Stop giving out your last words. Medevac is on their way.” he reassures you, or is he trying to reassure himself? The sadness you can see through his eyes, you know you are probably not going to get out of this. 

“What.. is.. them…are my teammates ok?” you look at the two bodies again, worrying. “We can’t lose those two.. They are the best we got…” tears start to flow out. They are your brother and sister in arms, three of you have been through countless life and death situations. Is this where the three of you will partway?

“They are still breathing, last time we checked. We don’t want to move them. Worry about yourself first, cariño. Just concentrate on your breathing.” Rudy replied as he caressed your hair, soothing you. You always love his hand, how calming it is, how safe it makes you feel. 

“Oh good.” you slowly close your eyes. At least someone will stay alive today. 

“Come on, keep your eyes open for me, cariño, talk to me.” Rudy’s voice is getting desperate, trying to keep you awake until the medevac arrives. The help just doesn’t seem to come fast enough. He can’t lose you. Not here, not now, not for another long time to come.

“Hey Rudy.” “Yes love.”

“Do you remember the day we first met?”

“Of course cariño. How could I forget?”

“Hey Rudy.”

“Yes mi vida.”

“You love me??”

“Of course.Mi corazón late por ti”.

“....”

“Cariño?”  

The last thing you heard before you sank into the complete darkness was the anguish cry of Rudy, screaming out for you. 

Mi corazón late por ti : My heart beats for you.

NOTE: Sorry it's a short one. I am just so tired from work conferences and travelling. part 2 might not come out in time for end of Rudy fest :(

Tag list :

@jynxmirage, @siilvan

@glitterypirateduck, @homicidal-slvt

@sprout-fics @cumikering @preciouslittlecreature @crazymela

@liyanahelena @abbeyrjm-blog @alypink @devcica @nrdmssgs

@okayyadriana @caramlizedtomatoes @random-thot-generator @random0lover

@iwannabeinthesequalmrghostface

@nightingal3-tales, @deakyspuff

@deadbranch, @roosterr, @gamergirlbones, @b1rds3ye, @writeforfandoms @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @onewattson6529

[skz-fanfic-recs]

long fics

sometimes you have time on your hands and want to read some long skz fics. here are some that won't disappoint. :)

five stars by mazauric

this is definitely my favorite skz fanfic ever, but read at your own risk. this title contains major character death and graphic depictions of violence. themes of cannibalism are present. it is 420690 words and 35 chapters long. the main pairing is jeongjin (aka. jeongin x hyunjin)

do you feel deja vu? by nnooorraa

this was a warm read. jisung's ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend is minho. he gets along almost "too well" with his love rival. this is tagged as an "enemies to friends to lovers." it is 123,149 words and 12 chapters long. the main pairing is minsung (aka. minho x jisung)

come on home by crookedtime

the angst killed me, but there's a happy ending! minho and jisung were adorable in this. there are graphic depictions of violence, so if that isn't your thing, skip this one. it is 206,755 words and 25 chapters long. the main pairing is minsung (aka. minho x jisung)

it is worth noting that all of the fics above contain explicit sexual content.

[toxicyeuriii]

Okok so like I love many characters in reverse 1999 (looking at you medpoc, 6, and horro), and so I got an amazing fanfic with horropedia that I would like to share!!!

But here's a few things I wanna say b4 you read it. Reader works at laplace (ofc because i love laplace) and sometimes they deliver samples to the foundation, and since reader wears a little charm of ghost face's mask on their ID card thingie, so horro noticed a horror genre lover! Now lets start!!!

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After working on an important vaccine for the foundation for quite a while, you're finally done with it! Only took 3 weeks.... But it's for an important cost! Healing the sick little children in the school of the foundation is really important for the future of arcane and St. Pavlov...

After grabbing all of your things and securing the vaccines into the case, you get up out of you lab and start to walk toward the foundation. During the walk there you see Mesmer Jr. working on the artificial somnambulism project, as usual, Ms. Sotheby with Matilda just going around looking for something you suppose, and Sonetto going to Madam Z's office.

It wasn't long until you reach Constantine's office to deliver the samples to her. You and her only had a brief discussion about the vaccines before you left her office and began to walk back to Laplace.... Before a certain nerd came your way.

" Is that charm on your ID the exclusive glow in the dark ghost face mask? I got the same one back at home!"

" Huh.... Oh wait, yeah, it is."

You say, which you gotta admit, you were a bit baffled at first.

" Who are you again?"

" We haven't met but my names Horropedia"

" But your ID tag says Joshu-"

Before you finished your sentence he interrupted you.

" Shush! I would rather be called Horropedia then....that name"

" Oh....okay"

He took a good look at your name tag again and then smiled

" [Y/N] is your name? Hm.."

You nod in reply to his question.

"Anyways, since you're obviously a horror fan like me how about we exchange numbers? So that we can talk about the horror genre"

He said in a very happy tone, which made you feel bad if you deny so you gave him you number....despite not knowing much about the genre.

After that interraction, you awkwardly waddled away..... Great, now a random horror fanatic has your number.

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Despite not knowing much about horror, Horropedia still talked to you as you learned more and more about the horror genre. Which you got to admit, the horror movies, shows, games etc, are actually pretty good, so now you understand why hes practically in love with it.

So one day while giving some samples to Constantine for medicine pocket because they were to busy to do so, so you did so. It doesnt hurt to help a colleague.

As you were coming back from her office, got a sense of deja vu, before you see Horropedia coming up to you with a big smile.

" Ah, the 'great' [Y/N]! Its been awhile since we met outside of our messages! How have you been?"

That's why you felt deja vu....

" Oh, hello jo- Horropedia, I've been alright, just busy with work. The usual, what about you?"

" Works been...work.. But I have a crazy proposal, what about you come over to my place for a horror movie marathon! We can just relax and watch as many horror movies before we ultimately fall asleep from the exhaustion, how does that sound?!"

That doesnt sound too bad really, it's just basically like a sleepover...hm..

"I mean, I'm free today and tomorrow, sure, why not?"

You could see his smile brighten immediately.

" Alright, I'll send you my address, and oh! I can show you my collection, I have many things like Jason's masks, and believe me, they are as freaky like in the movies!"

You smile and then nod.

" Sounds cool.... Well I'm going to go, I'll stop by after work, see you"

You say before leaving to go back to Laplace, to which he just waves bye. The way to Laplace was relatively quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of workers walking around the buildings.

Once you made it to your lab you began to work on your remaining work, which wasnt alot, you only had to write the rest of your progress report on the serum you're making.

As you work on it, the only things you can hear is the tapping on your keyboard, your breathing, and the occasional sounds of you pulling out notes. After a little bit you finally finish up your progress report, phew. You save it and then turn off the computer. Then you check your phone, might as well see where Horropedia lives so you can go home, grab your things, and then go over to his home.

He actually lives quite close to your house, atleast less of a walk there. You packed up all your things before going to his house.

When you got there you had to knock at the door three times before he finally answered. When you saw him you immediately noticed he was in more casual clothes, his hair being pulled back by two hair clips, him wearing a horror shirt, and......some monster slippers? They looked goofy as hell, so of course you chuckled a bit when you saw them.

" Hey [Y/N]! Welcome, here you can take a seat at the couch"

He said while letting you in. The house itself was small, enough for one person, and their dog.

" Cute dog"

You said while petting the little guy.

" Thanks! Anyways do you want anything to drink or to snack on?"

You nod while telling him your desired drink/snack..

You look around his living room to see alot of posters and other items that are horror related, like a mini nightmare on elm street poster, the Jason masks he mentioned prior, and a few other nice things. You also notice a dog bed near the yellow recliner chair.

He gave you the drink/snack you asked for and the sat down in his chair while crossing his legs.

" So, what's your favorite horror movie? I think we should start with that so I can judge if you have good taste in movies or not..."

He said in a casual tone, but it kinda felt like he was criticizing you....

" Oh uhm....Well I enjoy the house of 1000 corpses...."

He auditablely gasped at that.

" Seriously? I barely hear anyone talk about that movie anymore! It's a gem for sure!"

" Really? If I'm being honest it's one of my favorite movies..."

" Heh, well I can't wait to see what else you like"

He said while turning on the movie.

" I haven't watched this one in a long while"

You nod in reply.

The movie and snacks were really nice, all you both did was watch movies, eat snacks, and once you both were so sleepy and exhausted, fell asleep on the couch. He fell asleep in his recliner chair and you fell asleep on the couch, which was oddly comfortable.

Once dayrise came you woke up to the sunlight going straight into your eyeballs. When you sit and and stretch, you notice that Horropedia was still asleep, his glasses on the table next to his chair. You gotta admit though, Horropedia without glasses was a little cute, especially with his freckles more noticable because of his glasses frames not in the way. You yawn once again and then got up to go to the bathroom and change into your other pair of clothes you brought.

After you were done you noticed that Horropedia was now awake and was rubbing his eyes.

" Good morning....Hmm... Oh do you want to have breakfast with bloody horror movies on? It's definitely a stimulating appetizer"

He just wakes up and wants to immediately talk and watch horror.

" Hm... I mean sure, never tried it but I'm always up to new things"

" Great! Now, I'm sorry but I want to have pancakes today, hope you don't mind"

" I don't mind"

" Great, I'm going to stay cooking them"

He said while going into his kitchen and starting to cook the pancakes he mentioned earlier...

After a few minutes they are done! They smell delicious. He brings you a plate of pancakes to you, they also look delicious. While he was putting on the horror movie, you put some syrup on your pancakes, which you notice that the syrup is red colored, you don't mind, it's kinda funny though.

The pancakes themself was good, and the horror movies with it, ten times better. Though after that it wasn't long before you went home.

You gotta admit the movie marathon was fun, you and horropedia should have one every so often.

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You and horropedia actually started to have more sleepovers after that, some you and him would just watch movies, some you and him gossiped about the foundation and Laplace, and some you and him just hung out doing things you both love. Sometimes too you and him would tire yourselves out so much that you and him would accidentally cuddle on the couch, mainly in uncomfortable positions but....who cares.

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Okay that's the end of it. This was mainly for my entertainment but I hoped yall liked it! I also had to mention house of 1000 corpses. It traumatized me as a child and now it's my favorite movie, ironic XD. Anyways I love yall and hope you have an amazing day :D

Also dont know if this is really a X reader ff but ima say it is anyways lmao.

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Five

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Something inside you said that finding Elena wouldn't be a completely good experience. You glanced at Damon, wondering whether you should go down to talk to her.

"Shouldn't you go down to see who arrived, or are you afraid your girlfriend will find out what you do when she's not at home?" You say teasing Damon, who at that moment seems to be thinking about what to do.

"Damon, are you there?" A feminine voice asks, seeming to come towards Damon's room. You feel something strange, a sense of déjà vu. And then, another vision fills you.

You're walking quickly, leaving this place in the middle of a forest that resembles a hunting cabin. You seem to be crying when Damon appears in front of you.

"Damon, stop chasing me. Go back to your perfect life with Elena and hope the clan doesn't find out you're in Mystic Falls. As for the rest, our matters are done." You speak hurriedly, as if escaping from Damon.

"It's strange that someone loves you and tells you to choose to be with someone else." Damon speaks somewhat confusedly.

"Who said I love you?" You say, still angry with Damon.

"Tell me why else wouldn't you kill a being that is basically your mortal enemy?" Damon says holding you, you then point to the crossbow that was in your hands. You want him to fear dying by your hands, but both that you don't plan to kill him using the crossbow. If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it already.

"Maybe I feel sorry for you. In love with the same woman for centuries, idolizing her image like someone idolizing a god. Don't try to interpret my compassion Damon, I have no interest in loving you." You lie, you know damn well you're lying but seeing Damon doubt his feelings is the only thing that will keep you two both sane.

You regain consciousness in Damon's arms, it feels like you must have fainted while having yet another vision. There's a woman with long brown hair looking at you like you're very complicated math question. You imagine she must be Elena. You then silently get up from Damon's arms.

"Are you well?" The woman asks with an almost relieved expression, maybe she thought I was dead or maybe she's relieved that I'm out of the man's arms that she loves.

"I'd be better off with a good glass of whiskey in my hand but I'm fine." You answer and she seems surprised by the answer, so you watch Damon smile after your answer.

"Damon never mentioned about having a visit so I came in without knocking. My name is Elena by the way." Elena says as she approaches Damon, you notice that she must be a little afraid to find a woman in his room. Something about you makes you sad to notice that Elena and Damon still care for each other.

"My name is Y/N. I'm an old friend of Damon and Stefan. And sorry for the sudden fainting, I've been going through the transition to vampire life recently." You compose yourself completely and feel uncomfortable being in Damon's room.

"And no one is helping you adapt to your new life?" Elena asks.

"The Salvatore brothers rightly offered to help. That's why I'm here." You respond looking at Damon who seems to like the excuse arranged for your presence in the house.

"If you need wise advice or tips, you can talk to me. My transition wasn't easy either. Even though I don't remember having blackouts and fainting but it could be a different one for each one." Elena says smiling, you then understand why Damon keeps her around. She seems like a good person.

"I appreciate your offer. I'll leave you two alone." You say leaving Damon's room as quickly as possible. You don't want to imagine what they have to talk about or what they will do inside. But you realize there's nothing you can do. And you do not get bored. You then decide to go after Stefan. You knock on his bedroom door once and he answers. He's shirtless, which makes you a little shy.

"Did you come here to watch me?" Stefan asks giving you a mischievous smile.

"You didn't invite me in then..." You respond trying to compose yourself. He approaches, his face just inches away from yours. You then wonder what you should do. Stefan, brings his lips closer to yours, giving you a long kiss. You return the kiss as if you needed it to distract your mind. But unfortunately another vision takes over you.

You're walking in the same forest as before, this time alone. You hear someone following you, so you run towards the cabin where would have weapons to defend yourself. Your heart, still human, beats strongly and your breath almost disappears. You end up falling, almost hurting your foot. Then something throws you against a tree close to where you were.

"I thought we had a deal, you stay out of harm's way and I don't have to get involved in your relationship with Damon." Stefan says while holding your neck tightly.

"Be careful, sweetheart, if you continue like this I'll think you've fallen in love with me." You respond smiling a little, Stefan doesn't seem to like it very much.

"I should never have gotten involved with you. Now I have to keep wondering when my brother will find out that his girlfriend and I fucked like rabbits before he met her." Stefan speaks with trepidation, and you smile.

"I'm not the first woman you and your brother have been interested in. Not to mention that I'm not his girlfriend. Elena or Katherine or anyone who looks like her is. Now either you take off your clothes or get out of my sight." You say and then you and Stefan start kissing intensely.

You wake up from this vision without fainting but you abruptly move away from Stefan who looks at you in surprise. You then quickly run away from him.