#briana fanfiction

[ariesbilly]

1, 18, and/or 20 for fredsythe pls 🤧

You do not have to be good.

Maybe Fred should have noticed it sooner, but it hadn’t seemed like a big deal at first.

When Fred had ordered him a strawberry shake instead of his usual chocolate, FP didn’t complain. When Fred had signed them up to build sets for the high school’s big show, FP didn’t complain. When Fred went on a juicing kick after his doctor told him he needed more vitamins in his diet and started pushing his green juices on FP in a bit to get healthier together, FP didn’t complain.

When Fred tells him Alice and Hal invited them over for dinner and all FP gives in response is a thin lipped smile and head nod, that’s when he can’t ignore it anymore.

“Okay, you’re being weird. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m just sitting here, Freddie.”

Fred takes a seat next to where FP’s been watching the game on the couch. Reaches over for the remote to turn the tv off, and even that doesn’t get a reaction.

“No. You’ve been…weirdly agreeable ever since… well, ever since we started dating-“

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not!” Fred defends. “Well, I mean, it kind of is.” FP’s looking at him like he’s the weird one. And, okay, maybe he doesn’t exactly know what point he’s trying to get across. But FP’s been…off, lately, and something isn’t sitting right in Fred’s gut about it.

“You forget that I know you, F. And it’s like…you haven’t been acting like yourself lately. I could always anticipate your reactions to things, know exactly what you’d say or do, but lately everything’s been… upside down, or something.”

FP shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Not a lot. The tiniest, imperceptible movement to anyone else. But not Fred. “Maybe I’m just keeping you on your toes, you know, with us knowing each other so long. Don’t want to get bored of me. Maybe I’m just trying to spice things up.”

Fred just stares at him, begging him to tell the truth. “That’s not what this is, FP.”

They say nothing for a beat. FP buckles under Fred’s gaze, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know what you want from me, Fred! I don’t understand what’s so bad about me being easygoing! You act like I’m doing coke again or something.”

This is more the FP Fred’s used to. This is the man he knows.

“I just want you to be honest! It’s like your hiding your own feelings for my- Oh.”

“‘Oh’ what?”

Fred gets it then. His hackles lowering and shame rising. He should’ve figured it out sooner. He should’ve known.

“Are you- Are you worried about upsetting me, or something?”

FP bristles, ears going pink, and Fred’s got his answer right there.

“Baby…” Fred scoots closer on the couch, reaching out a hand to rake through his lover’s hair.

FP ducks away from the touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“FP, what do you think is gonna happen if you say no to me?”

“I don’t- I don’t know!” FP won’t look at him. Keeps his eyes firmly on the floor. “Why is this even a big deal? I’m doing what you want! I’m not bitching about it! Most people would be appreciative.”

“Because I don’t want a lackey, FP, I want a partner. I don’t understand. You’ve never had an issue with speaking your mind with me before…”

“Because it was never serious before!” FP finally looks at him, and his eyes are welling up with unshed tears. “In high school we were… what we were. And then we were friends and it didn’t matter if I pissed you off or got on your nerves because we weren’t together 24/7. We’d go back to our wives and have a break and pick up the next day as normal and it didn’t matter.”

“But now it does?” Fred asks, trying to understand.

FP sniffles, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. “What if I piss you off one day and you decide that’s enough? That I’m not worth the trouble of keeping around?”

Fred’s heart breaks in that moment. He gets as close to FP as he possible can without climbing on top of him. Holds him in his arms and brings his lips to his temple. “Oh, sweetheart…” he whispers before pulling back, making sure FP looks at him. “I would never leave you for something like that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone did,” FP mumbles under his breath, and Fred knows exactly who he’s talking about. Has prayed for that man’s downfall more times than he can count.

“We’re gonna have disagreements, FP. We’re gonna fight, even. That’s what a relationship is. It’s the good and the bad, it’s all of it. And I want all of it. With you.” He takes FP’s hand, then, bringing his knuckles to his lips. “I want you to feel safe with me. That’s the most important thing to me, I have to know you feel safe and comfortable and you need to know that I love you, every part of you.”

FP nods, a few tears escaping down his cheeks that Fred gently wipes away. “Does this mean I can stop drinking those god awful green juices?”

Fred laughs, placing a kiss to FP’s forehead. “You can stop drinking the juices. But you gotta eat all the vegetables I make with dinner.”

FP crinkles his nose, but relents. “Fine. But I’m gonna complain it the entire time.”

Fred smiles. “I hope you do.”

#why did I cry… #fred Andrews #fp jones #fredsythe #riverdale fanfiction #my writing #briana answers things

[caytopotayto]

Photo credit: @miss__sopay on TT!!

#Briana Black #Ominis Gaunt #Hogwarts Legacy #Fanfiction #Fan Art #Sebastian Sallow #Eleazar Fig #Ancient Magic #Hogwarts #Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

[fredheads]

hiii loves ❤️😊 I love not being on tumblr and trying to kick the habit is so liberating. HOWEVER in my newfound free time I would love to write more fanfiction, so I’d love to hear which (if any) of my existing, years-old WIPs you would like to see finished (I know you can only vote for one, so pick the one you’re most eager to read and tell me about others in the comments) or if you have a specific request for a fic I would sincerely love if you commented on this post. i’ll check back in a week lmao. 

it au will be finished if i have to write it on my deathbed make NO mistake. I’m just wondering what to prioritize for my faithful readers (briana my best friend briana)

#fredsythe #fred andrews #fp jones #parentdale

[nisha215]

Hello and welcome! Here I draw my own original characters. And sometimes I would make each of them fanfiction stories on my wattpad account.

👇-If you like to check it out this is the link-👇

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Nisha215

Now introducing you to my ocs shown above are:

Lily Warner (Animaniacs oc)

Estella Dreemurr (Undertale oc)

Zariah 'Zari' Briana Freeman (The Boondocks oc)

Alani Skylar Heeler (Bluey oc)

For me, I'm actually more focused on drawing than writing, (because of writers block) so chill out with the requests on me continuing the book your more interesting on seeing what happens next...

But anyway, what I would post here, it will either be self making random mini short comics, or just random drawing fanarts on the characters I randomly love.

That's all for now. I hope you enjoy my randomness of an artwork gallery, bye! :)

#animaniacs #undertale #the boondocks #bluey #wattpad #fanart #do not repost #do not steal #my ocs #my art

[sophiainspace]

Fanfiction was, basically, the fun part of writing, the part I dreamt about when I was a nine-year-old girl who made books out of construction paper, pencil, and crayon. It was the part that didn’t include due dates or professors giving me guidelines. I was free to create what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted. I could play within the established universes of the shows I loved, start from scratch by building new worlds for my favorite characters, or add extra details like, you know, “Character A is queer and really into character B.”

But then.

I graduated college.

And folks decided to give me some career advice: get real.

There are two levels to feeling the need to prove that writing is a real job. There’s the “It is a viable career, Chad” level, and the “It’s more than just fun and games, Susan,” bonus round. Both of these parties feel like writing is easy and stress-free, it’s just that one looks on in disdain (Chad) while the other looks on in envy because they think it’s so much fun that there’s no way you’re not enjoying every aspect of it (Susan). I’d gotten over Chad in 2018, because Chad was never gonna see a career in what I did. So screw Chad. But Susan? Susan was stressing me out to the point of me feeling like I had to hide the fact that I’d gotten tired of writing. I mean, how could I be tired of, quote, “living the dream,” as they say. I was getting writing gigs. I was promoting my new book. I was visiting new cities for the opportunity to promote myself and my work.

But the truth of the matter is that, like any job, writing will wear you out.

- Briana Lawrence, Uncanny Magazine

#uncanny magazine #found through the rec centre newsletter (thanks!) #fanfic and fandom #writing

[heresthefanfiction]

Illusions

An exploding volcano, a bunch of dinosaurs, a whole host of double crossing businessmen and several thoroughly traumatized survivors. Except this time, they came willingly, with no illusions of peace.

What the hell could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Ten, No Fear, is up now!

Fanfiction

Emily followed Owen up the stairs, Briana behind her. Owen was pretty sure this was where Maisie had gone, or at the least that’s what he had said. They were walking in silence down, trying to avoid alerting the Indoraptor that they were coming.

Owen paused at the top, mouthing back to them, “Found it.”

Emily nodded, steeling herself.

They crept up the final few steps, and Owen hurried straight across to a close door. The words, “Maisie’s Room,” were painted on it in blue letters. He leveled the gun.

Tagging:

@lizisshortforlizard @wordspin-shares @untestedtheory @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @foxesandmagic @zeleniafic @claryxjackson @athenswrites @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @decennia

#dr. sam ruiz #oc #dr. emily grant #jurassic world oc #jurassic park oc #jurassic park #jurassic world #camp cretaceous #jurassic world fallen kingdom #jurassic world dominion #illusions #chapter update #briana rogers #lizzy greene #owen grady #claire dearing #franklin webb #zia rodriguez #maisie lockwood #i did it #i wrote the climax #oh my gosh i did it

[jazminesays]

Hi Briana!

I’ve been meaning to send over a message, however AO3 isn’t always accessible to me heheh. Luckily I found your tumblr!

I wanted to say that I read your work Adtitulo and it was amazing! It was incredibly written in practically every aspect. Each act had a complete arc, there were no loose ends, at every point I felt satisfied that my questions were answered. I think about your fic a lot, and it’s an incredible concept. I can tell you put lots of work into it. It surprised me to see it was one of your only fics, I implore you to write more!

When it came to the characters I felt you handled them well, and realistically. You set up Tom to fail, as well as kept Harry and Draco’s interactions balanced. Too often I find with stories that depict an assault, the survivor is treated with bird bones. I didn’t notice this with Draco, so well done!

One thing I noticed the frequent scenes of assault. Now usually I recommend to authors is not to include actual scenes with dialogue and the like at all. Scenes of sexual assault can be incredibly jarring and potentially triggering for readers. However, I felt you held this task maturely. The scenes weren’t immaturely handled, they had the intended impact on the reader. I think you handled this well, and I trust you’ll continue to improve in tackling big issues in later writings.

You’ve got it, kid! I wrote in my notes here: “WOW. Complete. You’re going to Hollywood kid. So jam packed, and each act had an arc. Iconic.”

Do you write original work in addition to fanfiction? I think you should consider it!

I’m looking forward to reading more from you. Keep writing, and keep up all the great work I know you’re doing. When I get a chance on AO3 I’ll throw you a message too!

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to read the fic. I look forward to reading more in the future!!

<3

Where do I even begiiiin omg 🥹

Thank you so, so, so much for reading and sharing your thoughts with me ❤️ *Adtitulo* is like a child to me and the whole process, from the first brainstorming sesh to when I published the last chapter, was an incredibly exciting and vulnerable undertaking. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and I put a lot of heart and soul into it. So, when I see other people interacting with it-sharing their comments, leaving kudos, etc.-it makes me so, so happy. I appreciate everyone who gave my lil story a chance 💕

Thank you, also, for your feedback regarding the Assault scenes/arc. I did my best to handle them with care, as I felt they needed to be included to better explore Draco’s psyche and to further characterize Voldemort. My main goal was to let bad stuff happen to Draco without it crossing the territory into “torture porn”, does that make sense? 😅 Regardless, I’m always learning and growing and I appreciate that you see a future where I can continue to do that with my writing. 💕

As for original work, I’m actually working on a book currently! It’s more of a hobby right now, but writing is always something I’ve loved and hope one day to be able to call it a career. I’ve got so many ideas and I really hope I get the chance to share them one day. Also, I love that you mentioned Hollywood, one day I’ll get Warner Bros Studio to listen to me 🤣

Feel free to send me a message anytime, whether here or Ao3! Thank you again for reaching out and Happy Reading!

#drarry #my writing #Adtitulo #ao3

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Among the various alternate universes me and my friend, @disneyfan50 , have on my fanfiction, Descendants: Family Business, is now....mostly one we just kind of have conversations about sometimes, aka the universe of Family Business after book 2 cross-overed with disneyfan’s Love From The Stars universe that we now have titled: A Million Dreams. 

Summary of alternate universe: “What began as a kidnapping leads to discoveries of celestial beings with powers beyond comprehension.”

Characters in this one include: 

*Dahlia ‘Lia’ Hawkins, a women who mysteriously appeared in Auradon suddenly and may be hiding something. *Ilasqar, an etherial that sees Auradon as his treasure, but slowly sets his sights on another treasure on the planet... *Malachi Fae, the grandson of Maleficent who is trying to relax in wake of the talismans adventure, but slowly feels like he’s being watched... *Fairen Grimhilde, the grandson of the Evil Queen who is now busy in wake of cotillion, with both his fashion business and being the kings boyfriend duties. *Jayra, the granddaughter of Jafar who is either spending time with her girlfriend or trying to stay on top of her tourney game. *Carla De Vil, the granddaughter of Cruella who loves science and inventing, but not even she can fathom what space holds. *Alexander Mercier, the son of Ben and Audrey who is trying his best still to be a good king while continuing to free kids and innocent people from the Isle.  *Hadley, the granddaughter of Hades who despite being free from the Isle, still is wary of Auradon and mostly tries to keep to herself and her music.  *Cordelia Hook, the daughter of Uma and Harry who with being free from the Isle finally, is trying to enjoy the things Auradon has to offer while also being able to be with her girlfriend finally and master her magic as well.  *Gabby Legume, the daughter of Gil who with freedom from the Isle, is all for trying out new things in Auradon.  *Uma Hook, the wife of Harry and mother of Cordelia who is happy to explore Auradon finally and also help Alexander out in his new council as they bring more off the Isle.  *Harry Hook, the husband of Harry and father of Cordelia who is finally free to explore Auradon with Uma and Cordelia.  *Gil Legume, the father of Gabby who is pretty happy to be able to see what Auradon has to offer once they freed from the Isle in wake of the talismans problem.  *Ben Mercier, the husband of Audrey and father of Alexander and Briana, Ben is willing to help his son with being king and is currently helping him with the Isle program. But like Audrey, he finds himself slowly falling for the mysterious women, Lia.  *Audrey Mercier, the wife of Ben and mother of Alexander and Briana, Audrey helps Alexander with anything he needs help with, including the Isle program. But like Ben, she slowly starts to fall for the mysterious women, Lia.  *Briana Mercier, the youngest child of Ben and Audrey who is only a baby currently.  *Carlos De Vil, the father of Carla who upon being freed from the Isle, is between making up for six months without his daughter and teaching at Auradon Prep while getting his inventions off the ground.  *Ayesha, A mysterious and powerful Etherial who comes to Ixosl in search of her creation, and makes things all the more complicated" *Jim Hawkins, The Commodore of the most powerful fleet of pirates in the cosmos, and beloved by Ayesha, Jim Hawkins also comes in search of missing family members

#a million dreams (au fanfiction) #alternate universes #dani's fanfiction #megan's fanfiction #megan's aesthetics

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Sea, I’ve always agreed with you that any potential references Louis made to Larry after 2018 were not indicative of an ongoing relationship. Until this tour. I know you said in a previous post that you can understand why Louis would use Larry for marketing. And I guess I can understand why, too. But I can also think of many, many times when Louis prioritized honesty over his career and profits. But if Louis is basically baiting fans, I can’t really criticize Harry for doing the same thing. We might think Louis has every reason in the world to be angry and resentful toward Harry right now, but I’m just… not seeing it. And I’m not talking about Larries and their cringey behavior, I’m talking about Louis.

Are you asking me whether I think Louis is referring to Larry because they’re still “together”? The answer is no.

Mostly I think that every “Larry” thing Larries attribute to Louis for this tour is either a coincidence or a reference to One Direction (the aftershow playlist, for example).

Louis has used Larry for marketing, and you’re right, in principle it’s no different than Harry using Larry for marketing. I see their behavior as marketing — larrybaiting— because I see no intimacy or affection in these gestures. It’s fandom manipulation. The only difference is that Louis relies on his fans for any sort career, the majority of whom are Larries.

Assuming that Larry was a big part of Louis’ 1D life, I can understand the references to it on his album and subsequently his tour. Louis also bore the burden of having to deny “Larry” multiple times, on the very first solo interview he ever had (in 2017 with Dan Wootton, of all people), to be called homophobic by media because of his denials (even when he criticized the use of Larry fanfiction in Euphoria). In the Euphoria episode, as with his April 2017 milkshake tweet, we can see exactly how Harry benefits from the LGBT-friendliness of Larry, but Louis wasn’t even consulted. “Larry” is the weapon Sony used to drive media discourse to be pro-Harry, anti-Louis. “Larry” weaponized thousands of Harries against Louis and drives the viral, hateful trolling on social media— it is the reason Harries follow Briana Jungwirth, Eleanor Calder, and Freddie fan accounts. “Larry” drove Sony’s economic campaign to blacklist Louis.

This history tells me that 1. Larry is still economically viable, 2. One person bore the brunt of the fallout from “Larry,” because of the power of the industry. So Louis referring to Larry is more subversive than Harry— defiance, maybe.

Economy aside, I still wish that Louis wouldn’t refer to Larry going forward. Again, I think he needs a better longterm fanbase and better longterm marketing. If he would like to be taken seriously as an artist, then leave the past in the past. Move on.

#louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #harry styles

[wayward-dreamer]

Is it just me or are Briana and Rob B not friends anymore? They don't interact half as much and don't follow each other on instagram.

I think it's just you, anon. The mark of a friendship isn't people following each other on Instagram, it's just not. So please don't come into my inbox to gossip about these kinds of things, I really don't like it and I ask that you respect that. I almost didn't respond to this and nearly deleted it, but I replied because I wanted to make that point.

This isn't what my blog is about, talking about the cast and what's going on with them behind the scenes, if you will. If they're not friends anymore, that's their problem, not ours. I personally think there's no evidence to suggest that, as I said Instagram follows don't determine that. My blog is for interacting about fanfiction and showing love and support for fellow bloggers, for the cast and for the show. So please remember that for the future.

Thanks.

#wayward-dreamer answers #anon ask

[larrydoinglaundry]

Hey. Sorry to bother you but Have you read second spring by vondrostes? Because the writer is not actually a no stunts larrie and just used to write larry fan fics for practice .... in one of their fics, Freddie and Briana are active characters and the storyline was louis cheated on harry with B and mind it was a Canon. And I could only read a few chapters but they took all the sweet larry moments and twisted them to satisfy their angsty storyline....no hate to them of course but I'm the kinda person that like it physically pains me to abandon any story so I just wanna know if this fic is safe to read. A trans fic trope is something I really wanna read and unfortunately we don't have many such long fics

Hi !

I have read Second Spring and I personally enjoyed it. It's been a long while since I read it though so I don't remember much of the details but I believe there was no cheating of any kind in the story and Louis was very supportive of Harry's journey.

I don't know the author or what do they stand for but personally I think not being a "No Stunt Larrie" doesn't ruin anyone's stories if the plot works. I've read some of their "rare pair" works and I like them too. What's important here is to distinguish fiction from reality, anyway.

It's fanfiction.

#fanfic nonnie

[ariesbilly]

Um 🥺 every physical intimacy prompt for fredsythe pls but especially 3,8,33,45 for hand holding 👬

Riverdale, 1989

Fred’s always antsy the night before Christmas. Bundled up warm under his covers, but wiggling around, tossing and turning with a grin on his face as he awaits the reasonable hour of 6 am so he can run downstairs and wake everyone up for presents.

He knows he’s eating good this year. There’s a bunch of big boxes under the tree with his name then. He just knows one’s a Nintendo.

He’s just done his fortieth flip of the night, back to his window, when something taps. A lone clink he figures must be a tree branch scratching the glass. Happens from time to time. He’s content to ignore the second time, even the third. But the fourth one seems harsher, and the fifth one comes too rhythmically to be a lone branch.

Fred knows who it is before he even hops out of bed, but the question is why FP isn’t climbing up to his window like he normally does. (A small part of him also wonders why FP’s sneaking all the way over to his side of town on Christmas Eve, but Fred knows in his gut the answer. It’s the quiet part they don’t say out loud.)

It’s snowing out, he realizes as he reaches his window. Must’ve started after he went to bed. And FP’s standing out in his yard, arms folded around himself as he stares up at his friend.

“Are you gonna let me in or am I gonna have to freeze to death out here?” FP whisper-shouts.

Fred can hear the chill in his voice, the wobble to it as he shivers in the snow.

“Meet me at the back door,” he responds before dashing down the two flights of stairs as quietly as he can, just barely remembering to avoid the squeaky floorboard in front of his parents’ room in his mad dash.

FP’s always been pale, but there’s a sickly hue to his skin as Fred lets him inside. Up close, he can see now FP’s without a jacket. Which means he walked across town without one. In the snow. In the dead of night.

“Are you crazy?!” Fred just barely remembers to keep his voice down. Immediately brings his hands to FP’s arms, rubbing them quick to bring some warmth back. He’s like ice when Fred touches him. “Why don’t you have a coat?”

“Didn’t really have time to grab one,” FP mutters through clenched teeth.

He doesn’t need to say anything else for Fred to get it. So he lets it go. Focuses instead on just getting FP warm. Brings his hands down to his friend’s and tries to warm those up, too. But when Fred reaches for FP’s palms, he winces back.

There’s a small nightlight Fred’s mom keeps in the kitchen, just in case. He brings FP over to it, drawing his hands near so he can get a better look. There’s tiny cuts and bits of gravel dug in. Fred looks up, must be a million questions all over his face.

“I tripped running out of the trailer,” FP mumbles, not meeting Fred’s gaze. He pulls his hands down to his sides, shoulders going up to his ears, and Fred lets him.

“We should get that cleaned up,” Fred offers, instead of saying what he really wants to. “Go down to the basement. I’ll go get the first aid.”

The basement’s not exactly warm, but there’s blankets down there for FP to wrap himself up in, and it’s easier to huddle down there than it is to sneak past Fred’s parents’ room again.

Huddled under a blanket is exactly how Fred finds FP a few moments later. He’s sitting crisscross on the couch down there, a quilt wrapped around his shoulders. He looks almost childlike, body curled in on itself and his curls sticking to his forehead from the wet snow. And then it hits Fred - they are kids. Going into high school had made him feel grown up, larger than life. But nothing could humble him quicker than hiding his best friend in his basement because he was running from his father. Suddenly Fred wishes an actual adult were in the room.

“Lemme see.” Fred’s gentle as he takes the seat next to FP, waits patiently for him to stick his hands out from under the quilt. He’s got some color back in his cheeks already, so that’s good.

Fred’s careful as he goes over the cuts on FP’s palm, even moreso when he uses tweezers to pick out the bits of dirt and gravel lodged into his skin. There’s a couple flinches, but beyond that FP doesn’t react.

There’s one deeper cut on the heel of FP’s palm that needs a little extra attention. Nothing too bad, but Fred slips a bandaid over it just to be safe. Lets his finger ghost over it, getting lost in thought as his eyes skim over the older, faded scars that align FP’s hand. Not all of them are from something bad, like the one on his thumb from where he got a hook caught in it the one time he and Fred went fishing. It’s a good memory, all things considering. Fred finds himself smiling bitter sweetly.

“Kind of a shitty way to spend Christmas Eve,” FP’s voice breaks through the silence.

Fred shrugs. “There’s worse.” He lets his fingers dance over FP’s palm, mostly because FP’s actually letting him.

He places their palms flat against each other, notices how their hands are almost the same size, except FP’s fingers are longer. Fred’s got no scars, though. That’s the main difference. The one he’ll always notice. Wishes he could take some from FP for himself, even the distribution. Take away some of the hurt.

He tests the waters further by linking their fingers together. Thinks he hears FP’s breath hitch a little, but he doesn’t make any moves to distance himself.

Fred’s always been affectionate. FP less so. Not in the same ways as Fred, anyway. Takes him longer to open up to people, to let himself be soft. So it’s surprising he’s letting Fred do something as bold as hold his hand, even if it’s just the two of them alone in Fred’s basement. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle.

“I’m happy you’re here.” The all things considered goes unsaid. Fred squeezes FP’s hand, careful not to irritate the scratches.

“Yeah. Me, too,” FP whispers, like he’s afraid to say it too loud. He’s staring down at their hands, even scratches his nail fondly against Fred’s skin.

Fred would give anything to know what’s going on in that head of his, but one miracle is enough for tonight. He’s content now to just sit in the quiet with his best friend, making sure he’s safe for the rest of the night.

“Merry Christmas, Effie.”

“Merry Christmas, Freddie.”

#did this come out good I was writing with many noise distractions lmao #briana answers things #fredsythe #Fred Andrews #fp jones #riverdale fanfiction #my writing

[queen-of-deans-booty]

With Just A Little Effort...

Characters: Briana Buckmaster x Reader, minor characters

Word Count: 1,524

Warnings: some relationship/long-distance angst, but fluff at the end

Summary: Briana is always away on tour, and you’re stuck in the office at work. Will you two make it work, or will your relationship crumble under the intense pressure of long-distance relationships?

Beta: none

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in!

This is the December 3rd fic for my 25 days of RPF Christmas with the prompt: Won’t Be Home for the Holidays

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There was a time when you and your friends went on your annual hike, and the mountain was so steep that it almost knocked the wind out of you. You came home after that trip with blood in your shoes from how much they hurt--well, it felt like your feet were bleeding. Now that trip was hard just like the time you ran a small marathon. It was nothing like the big leagues, but something small for breast cancer awareness that you absolutely loved even if you were so sore afterward. It was also very hard for you when you got into a minor car accident a year ago when some woman wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings and crashed into the back of your car.

There are many more events that have been hard for you, but all of those pale in comparison to what you’re going through now. Your girlfriend, the beautiful Briana Buckmaster, has been away all holiday. She’s on tour around the country with some of her good friends, and you couldn’t be happier for her. Hearing about her success over the phone brings a smile to your face, especially when you think about it. The hard part is seeing her smile on the photos she posts, hearing her laughter through the videos she sends and watching other people embrace her and tell her how good of a job she’s doing.

The hard part is realizing those people are doing what you’re supposed to be doing. It’s supposed to be you hugging her and congratulating her. It’s supposed to be you who gets to hug her and kiss her when something great happens. Instead, she’s with her friend and having the time of her life without you.

Sure, she calls and Facetimes every night, but it’s not the same. She’ll ask you about your day, and all you can say to her is how your boss said something rude, or how you had a computer jam and had to do all the paperwork by hand. You ask her about her day, and she goes off on a tangent about how fun it is to be on stage, how her supporters (she hates calling them fans) are always cheering her on, and how relaxing the end of the day is. You can’t help but get jealous of her. She can see it in your eyes even if you deny it all the time. You try to be happy for her, but sometimes it doesn’t show.

She offered you to come with her, and under any other circumstances, you would. However, your work doesn’t allow you to travel and keep your job at the same time. It definitely puts a stressor on your relationship, but you try not to let it win. The Christmas holiday is coming up, and soon she’ll be in your arms for a little longer than a month. She should be calling you about the details of her flight any minute now, so to pass the time, you start playing home videos of the two of you. Your favorite video is when you two went to the beach a few summers back in Malibu. It was sunny, the weather was perfect, and you had your lady with you.

“We’re here in lovely Malibu where the sun is always shining and the party just doesn’t stop,” Briana laughed into the camera she’s holding.

“All day and all night, motherfuckers,” you shouted from your spot in the background.

“And that foul-mouthed pretty lady over there is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N,” she introduced you as she swiveled the camera to face you.

“Watch this!” you grinned and got yourself ready to do a cartwheel. You got into the stance and took off, landing on your hand the wrong way. You crumbled down to the ground with a groan that turned into laughter.

“That was terrible. Are you okay?” she giggled.

“I’m good!” you held out both your thumbs with a smile.

“I love you. Even if you’re not flexible.”

A tear slides down your cheek at the fond memory. Your phone binged which means you’re getting a Facetime request. Upon seeing your girlfriend’s name, you wipe the tear from your face so she won’t suspect anything is wrong. This is the call you’ve been waiting for, and honestly, you could use some good news. You connect your phone with the TV so you can see her on a bigger scale.

“Hey baby, were you crying?” Briana asks when she sees your face. You could never fool her no matter how hard you tried.

“Please tell me you’re coming home. I really need good news right now,” you plead.

“I… won’t be coming home for the holidays. We’re swarmed here. Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Just like that, a new wave of tears flows down your cheeks. You fist your hair with your fingers and place your elbows on your knees.

“Please don’t cry, babe, I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can.”

“When are you going to be back?” you sniffle, pushing your hair back and crossing your arms.

“Sometime after January.”

“You’ve been gone since September, Bri,” you cry softly.

“I know, but I can’t leave now. Trust me, you know I would if I could.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“No, but what else can I do? I can’t leave work, and you just said you can’t. I-I miss you.”

“I miss you too. More than you could ever know.”

“Hey! Briana! We ten five minutes until stage time!” someone from the background shouts.

“Y/N,” she trails off.

“Go, have fun. I’ll talk to you later,” you cut her off and end the call. It’s not fair to be treating her this way, you’re just upset you’re not going to be able to see her for the holidays. Work will keep you busy anyway, so you’re not staying at home all the time and just crying. At least at work, you get to work hard to pretend that everything’s okay.

You walk into work the next morning sluggishly. There is no energy inside of you to deal with anything. You and Briana had a long talk once she was alone in her hotel room. She understood how upset you are, and despite this little kink in your relationship, you two still love each other dearly.

Work is going to be hectic, you can already tell by the way your coworkers bustle around the office and papers in their hands. At least the computers are working just fine so you don’t have to waste your time writing everything down. Last time that happened, you had a hand cramp for the rest of that day.

As soon as you set your things down on your desk, your boss calls you into her office. She normally doesn’t talk to you unless something serious happens, and you go over everything that you did this past week that might prompt her to call you. You hadn’t done anything wrong, didn’t say anything wrong, and you did all of your paperwork correctly with minimal mistakes. Why could she possibly want with you in her office? What did you do?

“You wanted to see me?” you ask when you knock on her open door.

“Yes, please, sit,” she smiles.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, doing what she told you.

“No, no, nothing like that. I wanted to run something by you.”

“What is it, ma’am?”

“I’m granting you the rest of the month off. Paid, of course,” she grins.

“Wait, what?”

“Yes, you heard me correctly,” she laughs.

“But, why? Did I fill something out wrong? Do you not want me working here anymore?” you ask when your mind goes to the worst possible situation.

“No, Y/N, you’re not in trouble. You’re a star employee.”

“If I may ask, why are you giving this to me?”

“Briana called me, and we had a little chat. I can see how much you miss her. Consider this a Christmas present. You’re cleared to come back the second week of January.”

“Are you serious?” you whisper.

“Deadly. She asked me to give you this,” she explains and hands you a plane ticket to where Briana was staying.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you gasp emotionally.

“Have a good Christmas, Y/N. We can handle things around here without you for the month.”

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles.

You get up and leave her office, grabbing your things on the way out. Briana must be doing a soundcheck or something big, which is why you decide to text her instead of call. Pulling out your phone on your way to the car, you sent her a quick text filled with love.

You’re something special, Briana. I love you so much. I’m heading to the airport now.

You don’t even care that you don’t have bags. You can always buy some more when you get to her. Your excitement of finally seeing her after so long clouds your rational side.

Anything for you, my love. Merry Christmas.

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[toitown]

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@belfryprepz Thanks for putting a book in my ask box!! I’ve had a few fanfics on my mind, it’s hard to pick just one to talk about. I recently revisited one I currently call “Here Comes the Trouble” which is a comedy (shocking considering that like 98% of my fics are pure uncut angst) inspired by Charlotte Dobre’s Bridezilla series on YouTube. The plot involves a lot of stuff about some OCs, so I recommend reading my “Burns Family Headcanons” post before this one to fully understand, but I’ll put in info about the OCs when I need it.

Part 1-

The plot starts with an in-story recap of some pre-plot events. It’s told to the audience that Heath has three adult sisters: Briana, Diana, and Susana. They’re bitchy (read: Karen) triplets born in that order, and per an old unstated tradition, Briana thinks she’s entitled to get married before Diana because of their birth order. Diana thinks that’s stupid, and happily says yes when her boyfriend proposes to her. Pissed that she didn’t get married before her “younger” sister, Briana was an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius for the entire planning and actual wedding. The fact that Diana was a total bridezilla also made the situation about 10x worse. Briana ended up convincing her boyfriend to propose to her at Diana’s reception. Diana was enraged that Briana ruined her wedding by upstaging her at her own reception, and now that she’s planning her own wedding, is also being an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius. And it turns out that Briana is an even bigger bridezilla than Diana was. All of this behavior is of course enabled by their entitled (read: Karen) parents and friends.

Trapped in the middle of all of this needless drama are Heath, Holt, and Jackson (and Holt and Jackson’s mom, Fiona Burns, but she’s not the focal point), who are sadly related to these people and were already begging for this dumpster fire to just end since the second it was started. Now they’re gonna have to relive the whole nightmare all over again plus some, before the first one has even had a chance to settle down. Fiona is putting on a brave face to deal with her brother and nieces, and the boys have just about had it with their family’s entitlement and rudeness. They’re hoping to lay low and ride out the storm from afar, but things take a turn when Briana starts insisting that Holt DJ her entire reception and is incredibly rude when he asks for some money to cover the costs of transport and the mixtapes. Fiona tiredly tries to convince him to just do it to “not cause drama and shut them up, because they’ll never hear the end of it from Briana and her mom Isabelle”, but Holt has had it! This is the last straw! He initially refuses and storms off to his room. But while he’s in there, he gets a deliciously horrible idea. So he goes back to his mom and apologizes for storming out, he’s rethought it and now agrees wholeheartedly to DJ the wedding for no cost whatsoever, much to her relief. He then messages Jackson and Heath with his idea and waits.

Part 2 coming soon…

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[estevnys]

The "sel's angry: the fic" drabble is almodt done. Just needs a bit of editing :3c

#its just a drabbld but #its been a long time since ive written any true fanfiction so #give me a break pls #selwyn kane #legendborn #sel #briana matthews #nick davis #tracy deonn

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

👶 Sun 21 June ⛩

In a true Father's Day miracle, Briana produced an unseen picture of herself cradling Freddie at the hospital with Louis cuddling affectionately up to the both of them. (Does anyone think Louis ever had feelings like that towards Briana? There are people who at this very moment genuinely believe that Harry is trying to "reignite his romance with Daisy Lowe" but I'm pretty sure even antis don't try to claim a romantic relationship between those two.) Anyway it's black and white, as photoshopped pictures tend to be, it looks like 2019/20 Louis' face (a hard call with that Peter Pan motherfucker, true, but: it really really does), there are multiple discrepancies with the old photos from supposedly the same day, and it's hardly something they would have kept private all this time while actively out there trying to dissuade people who said they were lying about having pics, but sure whatever. A Briana UA that's been questioning their choices for a while decided today was the final straw and unstanned ("I see you now Briana and I hate what I see"), encouraged their followers to donate to Black Lives Matter as a direct response to the Clark family's support of Trump, and liked a comment that said "makes you think about all those old theories" (of Freddie's parentage) and then Briana blocked them. Louis' sisters posted about Freddie. Louis just liked a funny Father's Day post of a dad throwing his kid in front of a football.

Meanwhile, Niall and Liam made cute posts about their dads.

#deep fakes you say? this is like... kiddie pool fakes #the tabloids are reporting on Harry and Daisy Lowe for some incomprehensible reason #quarantine has truly got the best of them #21 june 2020 #in case you were wondering i looked it up for you: number of Louis/Briana fics on AO3: zero #on fanfiction dot net: also zero #I have some upsetting news about Wattpad though 😩 #Louis #Harry #Freddie #stunts #bg #Niall #Liam #briana jungwirth #Bjcandids #Daisy Lowe #I GUESS #I'm not going to need that tag this is absurd