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THE BREAKING POINT

SMUT FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is a diligent worker, much to the chagrin of her partner, Alastor. Despite his efforts to get her to stop for both their sakes, Y/N remains steadfast in her duties. However, Alastor finds a loophole to this situation.

WARNINGS: Really really great awesome writing skills, Established romantic relationship, (can be seen as dating, fiancé, or married), AFAB reader, usage of Y/N, Sexual content (obv), Mature themes, Mature language, Nudity, Breastfeeding, Unprotected sex, MINORS DNI FOR UR OWN SAFTEY, Alastor manipulates her but only to get her to stop cleaning the hardwood floor, Alastor kinda controls her but not too much. Let me know if i missed anything :3

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You were a very hardworking woman around the hotel, to say the least.

Your excuse? “Well, Charlie is just dealing with so much, what’s my help going to harm but not… help?”

Ever since your dear partner, Alastor, invited you to live with him in his hotel room at the Hazbin Hotel, just to be closer as a couple,

You would not stop fucking working.

It’s driving him mad.

He has recently tried everything to get you to relax, to take it easy for once, but you were too stubborn for that. He couldn’t even believe how much work you did for such a small pay. It was honestly ridiculous since you weren’t even a maid, if that was what you were thinking.

So what if you were a bit of a clean freak, it wasn’t any reason to clean the entire damn hotel every day, including the outside, may we add.

You wouldn’t listen to his advice though, no matter how many times he told you to stop.

“Y/N, I swear if you keep cleaning the hotel I’m gonna…do something very bad,” he threatened one day while you were scrubbing down the lobby.

You chuckled, ignoring his threat.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart, m’ not gonna lose a limb.” you said with a smile.

Alastor sighed, watching as you continued to scrub the floors.

“You’re just being stubborn, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath.

‘My last resort, I suppose.’ he concluded in his thoughts, looking around to make sure nobody would hear them.

After making sure that they were alone at the scene, he walked back over to you, trying to fix his composure.

“…When will you come back to bed with me, dear? It’s been cold without you.” Alastor said, kneeling down to her level as he put on his fake facade.

You paused for a moment and turned to him, “Aw, Al, you miss my spot being filled in the bed?” You said, rubbing his shoulder.

He nodded, “It’s never the same without you, I’m afraid.” He tried to soften his smile.

“…You’re not just saying that, right?” You said, losing your smile and pausing your hand.

“What? No-no. I would never lie to you dear.” He said, defending himself.

“…When do you want me in bed, hm?” You said, picking up your supplies and ignoring your suspicions, “I need to shower, after all.” You added.

Alastor stood up, “Now?” He asked, trying to sound hopeful.

“Mm, sure.” You nodded, walking off with your bucket of cleaning supplies.

He silently celebrated his victory.

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Alastor’s ears perked up as he heard the shower turn off.

He was currently laying in bed with only a robe on and some boxers, staring off into the bayou and he brainstormed what he could do to get you to stop working.

He decided a couple minutes ago that his only option left were to ‘have intercourse’.

It was quite smart, actually. All he had to do was take your ability to walk.

So he waited as your blow dried your hair, trying to ignore his unpleasant boner from beneath the cloth of his boxers.

He waited even more when you picked which robe to wear to bed,

which, as you stepped out the steamy chamber, was a red silk robe with Alastor’s initials on it, your favorite.

He had a smug look on his face, seeing you step out in his clothing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You said, seeing Alastor sitting up in bed.

He smiled at you, “No worries, dear,” he said, standing up and putting his hands on your hips.

“I was just waiting for you to come to bed.” He said, bringing his lips close to yours.

You laughed softly, pulling back after a moment, “What’s the occasion, dear?” You rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes.

“Hmm?” He asked, confused.

“Why are you acting so lovey-dovey with me? Is it Valentine’s Day already?” You laughed again, resting your head against his chest.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, darling.” He said, leaning forward and kissing your temple.

“But, really, what’s the occasion?” You asked, moving back to give him space.

“Well…” He said, thinking quickly, “I figured you deserved a break after all of that hard work you put in recently.” He said, smiling again.

“Oh, your so sweet, Al.” You commented, caressing his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, “Yes…so i decided, what better to do so than taking your ability to walk for the next morning?” He sighed sweetly.

You paused, “…forget about Valentine’s day, did rut season come early?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor grinned, “It’ll definitely feel like it.” He said, grabbing your waist and laid you flat on the bed.

He moved down to your neck, kissing and suckling on it.

“Alastor…” You laughed out softly, more in a mumble.

“…Sshh, just let me do my thing, okay?” He whispered in your ear, continuing into your neck until he was sure to leave a mark, latching off of it with a ‘pop’.

He then made his way down, stopping at your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving each nipple a gentle tug before resting his lips onto one of them.

He sucked and nibbled on it, moving to the other breast and doing the same.

He stopped, hearing you moan quietly under him, “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked, looking up at your face.

“Oh, yes,” you gasped out, feeling your legs go weak as you lay there, “Keep going.” You added, running your fingers through his hair.

Alastor smiled, continuing to kiss your breasts until he felt you get wetter and wetter.

He sat up, sliding your robe off of you and throwing it somewhere across the room, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes widened a bit at the sight of your body, “How did i end up with a sinner so beautiful.” He said, resting his head on your stomach, giving the fat of your hip a squeeze.

He ran his hands up and down your thighs, stopping at your panties and pulled them off of you, tossing them aside.

He then spread your legs apart and started to rub your clit gently with his thumb.

You let out a soft moan as you let out a jolt throughout your body from the contact, “F-fuck…” You breathed.

Alastor smiled and brought his free hand to your mouth, “Lick.” He commanded, placing his index finger on your tongue.

You obeyed, tasting your juices on his fingers.

He swiftly pulled the claw out your mouth, then slowly slipping two of them into your gummy walls.

You moaned out again as he curled his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of your hole.

He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean as he moved your body to the center of the bed, sitting on his knees atop of you.

“Now,” he grabbed your left left, throwing it stop his shoulder, “You know the safe word, dear?” He said, grabbing ahold of his member and teasing your entrance with it.

You nodded, moving your hips for some more friction.

“Needy, I see…” You pulled his cock farther from her, “I need words, dear.”

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You struggled out.

He started to fist his member slowly, “Wouldn’t want to hurt my prized possession.”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away to put another leg up on his shoulder, scooting in and rubbing his duck along your slick folds.

“O-oh….” You breathed out as his meat hit your nub, “P-Put it in, Al…” You mumbled.

“Hm, what was that?” He stoped his member, resting it upon your nub as a tease.

You bit your lip, grinding against his dick, desperate for him to put it in.

He chuckled, pulling it back, making you stop.

You let out a whimper.

Alastor looked at you with a lustful look, his smile widening. “I need you to beg for it, dear.” He claimed, enjoying the moment.

You blushed, looking away for a moment.

Alastor tilted his head, grabbing his member again and started fisting it slowly.

You gulped, looking back at him, still not meeting his gaze, and whispered something incoherent.

He grasped your chin, turning it so you would look at him. “What’s wrong dear? losing interest in my so suddenly?” He said, making you shake your head, “Hm…then beg for it.”

"Please, Alastor, put yourself inside of me, fill me up, fuck me, please!” You begged, moving your hips for a feeling.

He stopped your hips, growling as he pushed himself inside of you without any warning, making you moan loudly.

“F-fuck…” you cursed from the sudden movement, trying to squirm away automatically.

Alastor noticed this, pausing his movement as he grabbed your arms, then your hips and waist, getting you to stop, “What’s wrong dear?”

You looked at him, “…k-kiss me?”

He smiled softly, “Anything for my doe.” he said, leaning down and kissing you directly on the mouth.

Although, as he leaned down, his dick moved further inside you, causing you to let out a jolt once again.

He caressed your hair, “It’s already in, dear,” he mumbled lovingly on your lips, “you’ve done your work, now just relax. I’ll do everything else.”

Waiting until you nodded, he pulled away and slowly began to pull out, before thrusting in swiftly, but gently.

You whimpered softly, gripping the sheets under you.

He pulled out and pushed in again, slowly building a rhythm.

He began to thrust faster, more cruel, “Oh, Alastor…” you moaned out, holding your hands around his neck.

Wet skin slapping together filled the room’s noises, alongside the crickets in the bayou, making you blush from the awkward noises.

Alastor noticed this, beginning to buff out his breaths and growls, and silently sent over his shadow to turn on the radio to a quiet, intimate jazz station.

“Hah…Alastor…” You breathed out as he shushed you, thrusting faster.

His cock rubbed against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

After a while, Alastor started to feel a familiar coil in his abdomen, grunting as he forced his hips to go at an ungodly pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna fuck you so good, darling…” He huffed, “Fill you up…you won’t be leaving this bed, understand?” Making you look at him directly and he moved your head with a tendril.

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You mumbled, trying to hold eye contact.

“Good girl…” He awarded verbally, growing another tendril into sight as he moved it down to run your clit, getting a high pitched moan out of you.

“F-faster, Al…I feel it…” You tightened your legs on him, tensing up.

As your tits bounced up and down from the thrusts, you couldn’t help but have to cover them because of the breeze from the bayou-

“No,” he immediately said, lifting one of his hands from clawing at the sheets and placing your hands around his neck, immediately diving down to suckle on your breasts.

“O-oh, yes!” You cried out, feeling his tongue circle around your nubs as he switched between the two.

You groaned as you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen grow after a couple thrusts, “I’m g-gonna cum soon, Al…” You scratched at his back in pleasure, trying to chase at your orgasm.

That’s when he didn’t switch to another breast, but kept sucking on one of them, rubbing and squeezing the other with his hand, making you wonder what he was doing,

Until you felt some milk come out of them.

“Ah-Ah! Alastor! I’m close!” You said, your legs shaking violently as you felt the intensity of him suck and squeeze milk out of you.

He growled, fastening his pace even more, making them even more tougher and he enter and exited your womb space, “Come for me, darling, let me hear you sing for me…”

His dirty talk only got you closer and closer to your edge, until,

You threw your head back into the mattress, arching your back as you let out a blissful cry of pleasure, clenching around him as you rode your orgasm, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

Alastor let out a beastly growl as his form quickly morphed to a more intimidating one as he shoved he cock into you one last time, releasing his seed inside you.

His cum leaked out of you as he slowly pulled out, quickly stuffing his fingers inside your hole so the cum would stay.

“What a good little for you are to me…” He said, admiring the mess you both made on the bed, and then just you laying there.

Noticing how you were still breathing heavily, not moving your body unless a little twitch, he leaned down to whisper softly, “How about some cold water, dear? Think this’ll help you relax?” He asked dotingly, making you nod instantly.

That made him chuckle, moving over to the edge of the bed as he stood up, going over to the nightstand and placing a water pitcher there from the shadows, and walking over the the bathroom for a towel.

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As he came back from the bathroom with a hot rag in the hand, he noticed how you were half asleep, yet still conscious, which made him laugh softly as he place the rag down by the pitcher, crawling over to you.

“Mon Cher, you’re all fucked out by yours truly.” He smiled softly, fetching the rag from the nightstand with his shadow as he began to wipe your cunt clean.

When he was done, he then took notice of your breasts, how there were some stray milk on them.

Shrugging and tossing the rag aside, he leaned down and softly licked the milk off your chest.

You giggled softly in your daze, “Alastor…” You rubbed your eyes.

When he finished up, he filled a glass of water from the pitcher and turned back to you, sitting you up gently as he tipped the glass of water to your lips.

“Think you’ll be walking tomorrow?” He wondered aloud.

“Hm…will you stay with me here if i don’t?” You asked as you finished your glass.

He placed the cup down, “Of course dear,” he promised, crawling under the sheets beside you, sending his shadow to turn off the lights in the room as he cuddled close to your fragile state,

“Sleep well, dear.”

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yooglefics · 23 hours

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Reveal — Part one: recording

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader ) Wordcount: 2,198 words Genre: smut. 18+. mdni. don't use fanfics as your only source of sex ed, pls. Summary: your friend convinced you to record an audio for your OF, but doing it alone is nerve-wracking so you turn to your favorite creator for help.

Includes: Mentions of selling sex content. Mentions of sexual activity ( doing things and also talking about doing things ). Implicit masturbation instructions. Masturbation ( f and m ) ( wash your hands before putting them anywhere, folks ). People filming/recording sex acts. Use of pet names? ( baby, doll ). Dirty talk. Mentions of Jungkook x fem!reader but they are just frieeends. Author's note: I started writing this with hopes of it just being alright because I wanted to write something quick but then it got longer and here we are. Hope you like it! If you do please remember to leave a comment, reblog, ask, follow and what not. Thank you for reading <3

It's been six months since you started this side job. At first, it was a combination of curiosity and a little desperation since money was tight after your roommate and best friend decided to go back to live with her parents. You didn't complain too much about it because you didn't want her to feel bad, and besides, you actually missed having your own space.

But lonely nights with insomnia thanks to the stress at work, let you to explore sides of the internet you had only heard about in bathroom conversations. Curiosity got the best of you and so, here you are, going through comments on your last onlyfans post.

You've been able to grow a decent-sized audience, it may be a bit small to others but it’s manageable and you like that. Some of them are people you followed before, during your investigation stage, and now became your mutuals. You truthfully see them as your friends, like Jungkook.

He was the first person with quite a big audience who followed you back and you truly believe half your followers came from his page, even though he denies it and tells you it is all your doing. He really has a way of lifting your confidence and that's why after a few months you meet in person to shoot things together, nothing too spicy, just a shoot with Calvins and denim jackets. You were surprised when he didn't suggest something more than that, but Jungkook said “You're too sweet to fuck in a first meeting, but maybe later”.

You thought he was just partially joking, although a few meetings have passed and he hasn't tried anything. To be honest, is a bit disappointing since he is so attractive, but at least he is still willing to help you with fun photoshoots in your apartment.

A comment in the picture where Jungkook’s hand is around your throat caught your eye. When you suggested it, it was funny. A silly little joke about what people thought actually happened behind the scenes and a way to hide your face from the camera.

When you saw it after, it was less funny and much hotter. Even if he wasn't applying pleasure on your neck, the muscles on his forearm were visible under the ink, the lighting and shadows reflected on the skin of your chest that wasn't covered by the cami top you were wearing that day, and your gold babygirl collar sat perfectly on top of your breast.

You couldn't be mad at the people saying they wished to be in your place. You were jealous of yourself, damn it.

That's why the comment popped out between the others, because it was jealousy of Jungkook they were talking about.

[ JustADude: “Fuck. He is the luckiest man alive if he gets to hold you and listen to all your pretty sounds.” ]

Cheeks blushing, you giggle thinking about how Jungkook hasn't done those things. But you have to admit that the idea of people being interested in hearing is a turn on. And maybe it shouldn't be a surprise considering taking pictures for others does but… could you… ?

Your phone rings, indicating a text and interrupting your thoughts.

Kookie: told you, a voice reveal would be amazing!!

You laugh at the attached image been of the comment you were just reading.

Y/n: but i'm shyyyyy

Y/n: if i review it i’ll not post it lol

Kookie: you can just record a masturbating session

Kookie: and review it and decide if you post it or not

Is true. You'll get too much in your head and shy away.

Y/n: i barely go over pics before posting because of it

You remember him as if he didn't check your newest pictures for you.

Not sure if it's for the idea of recording yourself or the fact that Jungkook is encouraging you, but your pussy reacts to the words on screen and is settled. You are doing it.

Kookie: i can help too!

Kookie: i mean

Kookie: no pressure, ofc

Kookie: but it would be SOOO HOT

Following the suggestion of just recording a session, you prepare as usual, sitting cross-legged on your bed, laptop in front while looking for something… inspiring.

You think about maybe looking through Jungkook’s page, rewatching his last video, but at the end get too paranoid about him listening to himself in the background even if your mic is hooked up in your bra strap, as closest as it can to your mouth.

So, you think of something else. The image of a hand around your throat still fresh in your mind leads you to the page of someone whose hands you've been thinking about in many other sessions. SugaD.

A few taps on your keyboard and his page is flashing on your screen, those exact veiny hands greeting you on his last post.

“Oh, well… here goes nothing.”

Embracing yourself, you turn on your mic, giving a few taps to make sure it’s working, “hi,” a nervous giggle echoes your room, suddenly making you aware of the silence and glad you'll have noise beside your own.

Inspecting better Suga's post, you realize is an announcement for his last video, and the line “for all those asking for more hand porn, i got you ;)” feels like is calling you out, but you can start feeling the need between your legs so there's just so much shame and fucks to give left.

A few more clicks and the video is on full screen, starting with an empty black leather chair and then Suga coming into frame and sitting down. His face is not visible as in any other video, but following the movements of his hand, you realize his neck is. Pale skin in contrast with black t-shirt.

“This angle is kinda…” he trails off, soft laugh at the end.

“Hot,” you complete, confident Jungkook will, after laughing at you, delete it from the final audio.

“You can't tell me I'm mean anymore. I'm spoiling you,” Suga continues in the video, “I'm giving you this view and I'm giving you what's probably the thing you all ask the most for: hands.”

And there they are. His goddamn hands. Close frame and adorned with silver rings in a few fingers. And when he turns them around you can admire how veiny and manly they are.

“I hate him. I'm gonna sue him,” you murmur, because in the month you have been following him, something you've come to find out is that Suga always knows what he is doing. He knows that jiggling his fingers and making the accessories click, paint a picture on people's minds. He knows how to dirty talk without making it cringe. And, more than anything, knows how to tease and keep his audience on their toes.

You turn the volume down a bit more to make sure it really isn’t audible through your mic.

“Are you sitting, doll? Imagine you're on my lap right now,” he pats his tights and finally you move, positioning yourself on your knees as if you were, as he suggested, straddling him.

“That view would be amazing. You right here,” he pretends to hold someone by their hips in front of him and yours play pretend on your own body, moving them up and down as he does. “Maybe I'd tease you first, play with your tits, your nipples first. Why don't you do that, baby? Touch yourself for me.”

Letting out a groan is your way to express frustration against the fabric covering your chest, unable to remove your bra so the mic stays in the right place. Controlling your breath, you focus on the video again. Suga is playing with himself, hand against his chest just like yours, “How does it feel?”

“I want you to touch me,” you whisper. And clearly, you know he is not able to hear you, and you're scared you'd sound like an idiot at the end, but you figure this is your chance to experiment being a bit vocal. After all, this whole thing is supposed to be a voice reveal, not just moans.

Although, it's quite difficult not to do it with the sight on screen. “Look what you do to me,” he complains, voice raspy and hand traveling south to the bulge on his joggers.

“Are you hard?” You cringe at that one. Shaking your head to not let it get to much on your head and sending everything to the trash. Breathing, your right hand mirrors his actions and travels down your body.

He gropes himself with a groan and you moan just at the sound. Imagine a smirk on his face as you cup yourself through your underwear. The lace is so thin is impossible to hide the fact you're already so wet.

Another moan and you debate on skipping a few seconds on the video since you need him to do something. Give you anything.

But he is a teaser.

He strokes through layers of fabric even when his own noises let it be known is torture for him. “I wonder…” he breathes, “how much clothes do you have? Are you dressed like I am, or are you completely naked?” His hips thrust up, into his hand and he pulls it away. “Would you come by just grinding on my cock?”

“F-fuck,” you moan when he intentionally bucks his hips upward, veins on his hands popping up when he holds into the chair. You hate him, you really do. Because he is holding back and you just want to see him.

“Please, please,” and as if it were even possible he hears you, he takes his dick in one hand and out of his pants.

You moan in appreciation and finally allow your hand to sneak into your panties too. The much desired contact makes your legs feel like jelly for a second and you have to sit back on your heels while the guy on screen keeps driving you insane.

His hand moves up and down his length, thumb collecting precum at the tip and using it as lubricant, but when that is not enough, his hand disappears off the frame, up to his face. The sound is enough to help with the imagination and quickly he is back in business.

Your eyes are fixed on every movement, every sound. Your hand matches his speed and you don't know what is hotter, the wet skin sounds or the bracelet on his wrist? Because the silver chain moves as fast or even faster and makes a sound of its own. Ah, it is so impossible for you not to imagine what it would be to look at it from your perspective. If the fingers in your pusy were his.

You push into yourself, your breath caught at the sensation before adding another one, “ooh… oh.”

Can't master more than a few sounds, your mouth dry, it has been open since he uncovered himself. Oh, what would you do to have him in your mouth at least once.

“The things I'd do to you.” The recording continues, “And I bet you would let me, no questions asked, right?”

“S-so good,” your knees dig into your bed and you're glad you follow Jungkook's advice of protecting your duvet with a towel. “It feels so good, oh god.”

“Are you using your fingers? A toy? Would you like my dick instead?” He laughs breathlessly, “I would like to feel your pussy too. F-fuck, I'd fuck you so good, baby. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh uh,” short moans leave your lips, the palm of your hand rubbing on your clit before going back to back and forth motions. Fingering yourself and your eyes close as you enjoy the pleasure, and let more noises flow.

When you open them again Suga on screen has his other hand around his neck, head tilted back. Is not choking him, but you assume he is into that. “Oh… f-fu… pleasee,” he is going to be the end of you. How can you not imagine being on top of him, riding him, your hand on his throat or maybe his on yours. “I'm… oh, I'm…” a loud moan interrupts your announcement as you cum practically riding your hand.

There's silence. Well, your breathing is fast and the mic most likely will pick it up, but you try to compose yourself for a few seconds while looking at the blank screen that indicates Suga finished too. He never shows it on camera and the only indication he did is the aftermath, this time, on his black t-shirt when he says his “you did great, kitten” to sign off.

The next day Jungkook sends you the audio archive as promised. And is up on your page as fast as possible, it doesn't matter if it doesn't get attraction for a few hours because it's too early on the day, but if you think about it too much, you'd scratch the whole idea.

But not a minute passes and you have notifications of a new follower and a comment.

[ SugaD now follows you ]

[ SugaD: the cutest. ]

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frommybookbook · 6 months

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Ugh, these two. Not only has Perry been shot (and the fact that we don't get to see Della's reaction to that at all is itself a crime) but then he figures out that it was an old friend of his who did it and breaks the man down on the stand. The guy confessed to shooting Perry and committing the main murder so Perry's client got off but Perry clearly had some feels about it all. And Della was there to comfort him. I just can't.

#perry mason #della street #the case of the maligned mobster #i may have to write a missing scene for this #and maybe a post-credits one #idk #but i loved this moment so much #only their second (canon) kiss in the whole shebang!#the first one is in the first season of the show!#and then nothing until this moment more than 35 years later!

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 20

FF had watched more than a few self-defense videos when he believed that Andrew Minyard was looking for a dark alley to stab him in. He had learned how to turn the attacker’s momentum against them. Had learned about disarming the person trying to stab him.

He’d even had Matt teach him a few punches claiming that it was for the dust-ups that tended to happen on the court.

He, naturally, does not use any of that knowledge because his mind immediately reverts into Lizard panic mode the moment Jackson Plank takes another step forward with a knife (HUGE. Is it wild that he is thinking about Crocodile Dundee right now?)

“If you come quietly you won’t get hurt.” Jackson says and he reverts to who he is as a person and he freezes. His bravery was used up maybe it was only ever tied to great pump up songs and now in the silence of the alley he is back to being Stone-Faced Smith.

“You’re going to dial up Wesninski and if you don’t say EXACTLY what I tell you to then I’m going to have you SING in agony.”

Y’know in that moment he stops thinking about Crocodile Dundee.

He thinks about a movie that is far more ingrained in his mind than any number of self-defense videos or one-off lessons with Matthew Boyd where he’d been trying not to flinch. A movie he had watched in better days with his family and had been a favorite of his Grandma’s (and his).

He thinks about Miss Congeniality.

Sandra Bullock as Gracie Hart has taught him everything he ever truly needs to know when he takes a step back and Jackson comes at him.

He strikes right at Jackson’s nose with the palm of his hand.

“SON OF A-“

The knife is dropped and FF kicks it under a dumpster.

FF grabs the single weapon he has on his person.

The McDonald’s Megamind Happy Meal Light Effects Brainbot.

He points the LED light straight at Jackson’s eyes and just like Aaron in the car on the way back, “Shit, that’s bright!” And now completely blinded by a combination of watery eyes and LED McDonald’s toy he proceeds to SING just as Gracie Hart had taught him.

S - Solar Plexus. He punches Jackson there as hard as he can.

I - Instep. He smashes his booted foot down on the inside of Jackson’s shoes (who the fuck wears LOAFERS to a kidnapping?)

N - Nose. He’d feel bad about hitting it again if Jackson wasn’t y’know…a hitman out to hurt Captain Neil.

G - Groin. He may have to give himself just half a second to apologize to all of mankind for what he is about to do. His step brothers had definitely kicked him in the groin plenty of times to try and get a reaction. It’s an art to not let anyone know that your ball has retreated up into lower intestine. He kicks Jackson as hard as he can (collegiate athlete) with the boots that Nicky had let him borrow. He is right on target with the toe of his shoes.

Jackson goes down.

The next thing he does is not something Gracie Hart had taught him but does still feel like the right thing to do in this situation. He kicks Jackson in the head and the man goes limp.

If FF throws both hands up in the air and lets out a “I am Miss Congeniality!” Victory cry into the alleyway well no one is around or awake to know that.

He feels like he deserves a sash and a crown and some flowers.

He looks down at Jackson and then over at the van the man had hopped out of. He was definitely PLANNING on kidnapping Captain Neil so he probably has like…some kind of restraint?

Well, better to completely subdue this guy before he tries to figure out the game plan for Romero. Wait, what’s that next to the Crocodile Dundee knife, are those...?

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Roland is calling for a second time.

Andrew had let it go to voicemail the first time. It was usually Roland complaining about Nicky, Aaron, or Kevin doing something exceptionally stupid in their inebriated states. They have a system. Roland will call and leave a voicemail detailing the dumb shit his family has gotten up to and then he’ll let it go.

If Roland calls twice then there’s an issue.

Arm still around Neil’s shoulders he answers the phone, “What.” He asks.

“You need to help your new friend. There’s some guy following him, he’s armed and dangerous and looking for someone to grab to get Neil’s attention. He tried to lead the guy outside but he’s standing watching it for now so there might have already been someone waiting?” Roland gets out in a rush and Andrew is up and moving towards the stairs even as he’s closing the phone to disconnect the call.

Neil, of course, is right on his heels. “What is it? Did something happen?” Neil asks and they are up the stairs and pushing past Frank and his stupid pineapple shirt. Andrew spots Nicky and he spots Aaron.

“Get Nicky and Aaron somewhere safe. I need to go help Smith with something.” He says because whoever this is wants Neil and Andrew will not let Neil get within grabbing distance and won’t mention it. Neil, blessedly, does what Andrew asks without question.

Andrew scans the crowd and finds a man whose gaze goes between his phone and the back door.

A face that Andrew had memorized.

One of Nathan’s surviving men.

In the same Zip Code as Neil.

And that man has the audacity to still be breathing.

He looks and Nicky and Aaron (drunk, drugged, and useless because Andrew had wanted them to be) are with Neil and Roland is directing them to the backroom.

Andrew goes out the alley and can feel Romero’s eyes on him.

He’s prepared for a lot of things to see out in that alley. He’s angry that FF hadn’t just come down and grabbed him and Neil (he does not need TWO martyrs) and he wants to know what the fuck FF was thinking (or if he was thinking at all). Even with that anger he does not wish to see FF’s blood spilled all over an alleyway because Andrew’s family needed to be protected and FF was the only one sober enough and aware enough to do it.

He knows what Nathan’s men are capable of.

Knows that Romero was one of Nathan’s best so if there is someone out in the alleyway then it’s likely one of his other bests.

FF doesn’t even know how to use a knife. He had asked and FF had firmly declined every time Andrew had brought it up after the first fainting incident. “I’m not interested in learning that. No.” Had been the standard response.

He knew FF had at least taken a lesson or two from Boyd on throwing a punch considering the one he shot out a week ago when a Striker came at him after the third time FF intercepted a pass.

Still, Andrew had not anticipated coming out into the alleyway and finding an unharmed FF securing an unconscious Jackson Plank’s arms behind his back with fuzzy handcuffs.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks and FF looks up at him with a flush on his cheeks.

“It’s not my fault this is a weird sex alleyway! They’re the first thing I found on my way over to the van to look for actual restraints.” FF says immediately and Andrew almost laughs at the insanity of it. “Wait, where’s Captain Neil?” FF looks around nervously.

“He’s with Aaron and Nicky in the backroom. Roland gave me your S.O.S.” Andrew says even as he quickly makes his way away from the door and towards FF. “Romero is watching the door. Let’s give him a reason to come out.” He says going over to Jackson and when he rolls the man over he raises an eyebrow at the piss stain on his pants and the blood dripping down his nose.

He looks to FF who resolutely does not look back at him.

It’s a story he’ll get out of his friend eventually. Looks like FF didn’t really need those knife lessons. Something settles a bit more in Andrew, it’s nice to have someone else in their group that could handle themselves in a fight.

Andrew finds a phone and FF rolls Jackson back onto his stomach, “He could choke on his own blood.” He shrugs and Andrew wouldn’t care if Jackson choked on his own blood in fuzzy handcuffs in a back alley but he can understand FF not wanting a murder charge.

Andrew looks at the phone and sees the the swipe pattern clear as day. It takes him two tries to get the order right but then Jackson’s phone is available for him to get over to the texting app.

The texts he reads there make him angry. There were a lot of plans on what the two of them were going to do to Neil before his body was offered up to a different crime family to show that Romero and Jackson had no loyalty left to the Wesninski line.

He types out a text to Romero that will have the jackass come out thinking everything had gone well and they had two hostages. He looks over to FF, “You ready for round two?” He asks.

“There isn’t a tap out option right?” FF asks and Andrew laughs at the joke.

Always cool under pressure it seems.

“No.”

“Then yeah, I guess just hit send.” FF says with a shrug.

Andrew does just that.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

Didn’t wanna leave ya’ll hanging on that particular cliffhanger for too long ;)

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#Fluent Freshman AU #I would like to thank Sandra Bullock's performance for allowing me to write the stupidest fight scene ever #I would also like to thank my sister for getting engaged on April 25th so Miss Congeniality was floating around in the noggin already #Andrew: Smith is really cool under pressure. He can make jokes at a time like this.#FF: What if no one believes me that I found these handcuffs in the alley?#He's too focused on the embarrassment of using those handcuffs to focus on the fact that round 2 is about to happen #Did my 'research' involve finding out EXACTLY what McDonald's happy meal toys were being offered November 2010 #Perhaps #The internet really does just have like a whole shitload of people who will just have a database of seemingly useless knowledge #I love those people #Neil may be pacing up a storm in the back room but Keeping Nicky away from the dance floor is a full time job #For ONCE Aaron is the easy one to deal with #Roland just gave him a virgin drink and he's happy #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #It's shorter because I didn't wanna leave ya'll hanging #FF - Pt. 20

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nouriyx · 1 year

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mixing cod and salmon can have nuclear reactions….

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#the nuclear reaction is me going online can someone give me a round of applause please thank you i will treat you i swear #maybe write sth #bc this came of a scene during my brainrot #some details you may have missed is that jimmys hand is on fwhips #that is vey important #nou’s art #jimmy solidarity #fwhip #jimmy solidarity fanart #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires jimmy #empires season one #fwhimmy

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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Pac: *gets flustered touching Philza's back and runs*

Phil: is he good?

Mike: he's fucking gay is what he is

#qsmp shipping #it accidentally polyculed further while I was rambling #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp philza #qsmp pacza #I may not keep this in the au but like... it pleased me #so I rescued this one tag #context involves taking measurements of Philza's chest to fit disability aids #love this scene in my head but not up to writing it rn #and maybe never because brain fickle #oops i polyculed the island again #though tbf phil only wants qpps not sex partners #in this au anyway #now I do have another one shot I'm working on which is phil and pac #but mike is unfortunately not there to tease #unless I expand it out #god I miss mike so much #oops now I've got more ideas I should note these down somewhere better than random tags #this is sorta happy end au but I don't really want the ship there #so I might just an inspired by my own work alt thing #I reckon I could set it up #maybe #ish #idk brains #the ideas are many but the hands are hurting #so I'll stop now

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yo9urt · 4 months

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local man completely obliterated by strength of narrative and character writing in 2023 game of the year

#mine #last night after putting it off for essentially as long as i possibly could because i knew it would decimate me #i finally attacked c4z4dor and (of course) kept ast4r10n as a spawn and basically finished up his quest #FUUUUCK ME DUDE....i knew what was coming in advance but that did not make it any less impactful #i mean holy shit the writing on this guy......the fucking graveyard scene (DO NOT GET ME STARTED)...#and of course neil's performance ohhh my god he deserves every award he can possibly have #god i love asta so much i'm literally never going to be the same this game is soooo insane #the only things i have left are the house of hope and then disabling the foundry and killing gort and doing the final fight stuff #i am ... nervous lol #ive heard the raphael fight is HAAAAAAAAARD #i'll find a way...#i think in the future i may reorder my act 3 quests i think it would be interesting to tackle some (ex companion quests or raphael)#sooner in the story #shadowhearts quest was like...3rd or 4th last thing i did cause i think i did that and then ansur and then astarion #i'm actually SO excited to replay the game i think im gonna have the time of my life doing roleplay and making diff choices #plus i know i missed a TON of stuff in this run so its gonna be fun to see what else is out there #after this im planning to do my first durge run which is REALLY exciting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i may do another regular tav run simultaneously but not totally sure....#anyway yeah... awesome game everyone should buy it and play it its on sale right now go buy it and play it

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crazy-write · 6 months

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Listen. Fourth Wing was not a good book. It reads like a shoddy first draft and the relationship does not have the chemistry the book insists they do. But there's one thing I'm hung up on (and I know this is so stupid in the grand theme of stupid things in this book) BUT.

what did the gryphons look like???

#tbh i may have missed it #but still #you know in a first draft when you need to write B to connect A and C so you kinda fudge the scene #that is how the entire book feels #the first quarter hooks you in and then it starts degrading in quality #fourth wing

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ontologicalmoki · 9 months

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The problem with watching shows from 2006 is that the fandom is all on ffn and all wrong about characterisation but you cannot tell them that because they are ghosts. Not that I would tell them anyway. But the demographic then was so much younger and it’s all kids playing dolls. Which is so fun and so sweet. But I want like. Grown up fanfic. And the current community is very small.

#I may have to write some.#Missing scenes #about archaeologists being nerds about archeology #may be forthcoming #We’ll see.#All my favorite shows are about nerds being action heroes aren’t they #and I got spoiled by Star Trek #where they’re mostly nerds #and then an unfulfilled by other shows #where the nerdery takes a backseat #I love nerds #I need to read more actual regular books don’t I

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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I used to think that I loved characters over plot, and that's still true. But I can't love characters to the exclusion of plot, not without a lot of disappointment. Give me a great character, and I will love them to bits and adopt them as my special favorites. But if they aren't in a plot that makes sense, then I haven't been given a story. I have an action figure. I can think up characters that I like on my own. I want to see these characters doing things that are meaningful and make sense based on their personality and history.

I don't love a plot to the exclusion of characters. A well-constructed puzzle happening to faceless characters is going to feel empty. But I want the characters to do things that are believable, rather than stumbling randomly through senseless happenings, or being railroaded along a track of desired plot points. A plot doesn't even have to make total logical sense--I'm not going to sit there condemning a story because it doesn't line up with that one episode from five seasons ago, or because science doesn't work that way. But a plot does need to make character sense. The plot isn't something that happens to the characters. It's something that should flow from the characters, so even when they do something stupid or overlook something obvious, we still believe that they would behave this way, and then everything that happens in consequence feels meaningful. It feels earned. It feels like a satisfying and believable story. And it feels like the writers have done their job.

#adventures in writing #other random thought of the day #fair warning there are a lot of random thoughts in the offing #i've been thinking about plot since the latest kenobi episode got me thinking about how #a lot of things i like lately have amazing characters and less-than-stellar plots #and i miss being able to be satisfied by story #seeing the parallels #feeling the balance that comes from a well-constructed chain of setup and payoff #i haven't gotten a lot of that in the stuff i've watched lately #to my surprise when i was trying to think of a well-plotted recent tv show the one that rose to the top was star trek: prodigy #because it is built from character #(i still don't get what they're doing with dal)#(they railroaded him into a captain role with little story logic behind it)#(but everything about how the plot of the final episode plays out make sense and it's devastating)#(i was weeping during that scene in the finale)#it may be that it's been long enough that i've forgotten the plot holes but for now it seems like it holds up

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steelycunt · 1 year

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going to london today bringing r with me!! we are going to. buy some books he is going to sit in my chest pocket and i will hold him in front of all the bookshelves and let him point at the titles that strike him xx

#also going to get a bubble tea from the best bubble tea place that i have missed so so much have not been since september #slightly worried he may fall amongst the boba but. i will attach him to a little piece of string to keep him safe!!#also!! finished another scene last night i have two and a half left to write!! then fini!!#(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again

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sailxrmxrs · 2 years

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it's been a hot minute but life has been busy and i've been working on some other projects but!! the brainrot is strong. too strong. so enjoy a little victorian period au inspired by a recent reread of an old favourite scene from one of my favourite books the nostalgia is real if i have to suffer so do you no i'm not sorry and today's boy of choice is rory because he deserves it <3 slight rivals to lovers if u squint but really it's just that rory is unable to process his emotions and mc throws it back in his face bc they think he hates them (spoiler: he is, in fact, wildly in love with them. a surprise to no one really) also ft. piano player rory bc the thought is v tasty. enjoy.

Tonight the moon was high and the evening's festivities were well under way. A particularly well-established noble client had called for a formal dinner as a manner of thanks for your work on a recent case. Working for a highly sought after detective agency meant dealing with all sorts of cases and dilemmas from people hailing from all walks of life, though the upper classes certainly offered insurmountable amounts of money for your services; to pass up such opportunities would be a rather unfortunate mistake to make, naturally. Though one sizable problem that also arose when taking on such commissions was being assigned to work alongside the individual who perhaps despised you most. Rory did not make working together simple nor easy, often citing his preference to work alone in the midst of an assignment. It was rare that he could leave a meeting with a new client without vocalising his distaste for higher society with all its airs and graces—not to mention the level of propriety with which one must carry themselves, especially when dealing with all sorts of nobles and aristocrats. While you empathised to a certain degree, Rory seemed to strive to make life as difficult for you as possible, often causing problems with his loose tongue and sour expressions. Not that he saw it as a problem, that is. Even tonight he wasn't taking a break from his frosty demeanour, face contorting with barely concealed disapproval at the smallest of comments. One small saving grace was that tonight's attendants were all very accustomed to Rory and his ways, taking his quiet disposition in their stride.

"Would it hurt you to smile even once, Rory? I've filled paperwork less dull than your expression tonight," you whispered, leaning as close as propriety would allow in such a public setting. Though your proximity was the least of Rory's concerns as his frown turned incredulous, his head whipping to scrutinise your scathing comment.

"Perhaps if our company actually spoke of mildly interesting topics I might take on a more sunny disposition," he retorted as he reached for the glass of wine he'd taken refuge in throughout the night.

"If that is your excuse, then how might you explain your sour mood on any other excursion we've taken together?"

"And how interesting it is that the common denominator here is, unsurprisingly, you." Rory punctuated his remark with a sip of wine, signalling that he was bored and done with speaking to you. Months ago the gesture would have left you seething and itching for an argument but now it was almost endearing. Rory was infuriating and yet somehow the routine annoyance he displayed was also a familiar comfort. When those stinging quips turned to blank silence or a look of indifference is when you knew things had taken a turn for the worse.

"Oh, they'd make such a handsome pair if it weren't for that egregiously sour face of his," the host of the evening's dinner tittered, a delicate hand concealing her pointed smile. Beside you, Rory set down his cutlery with a force that was enitrely intentional, rising from his seat.

"It appears I have lost my appetite. A headache suddenly ails me, likely brought on by fatigue so I'm afraid I must retire for the night. Enjoy your evening and thank you for your hospitality." Despite his formal words and the perfection in his bow, Rory's words were far from genuine; it did not take an expert detective to notice. Watching him stride out of the room, footsteps teeming with frustration as his fists clenched by his sides. Uncertainty wracked your body, manifesting in the way you fidgeted in your seat, completely and utterly tuned out of wherever the conversation had drifted upon Rory's departure. A itching desire to follow after him crept up your spine, reaching for your fingertips at they toyed with the hem of your garments. Glancing around at the animated discussions taking place, it became apparent that your absence would not be too detrimental.

"Perhaps I should accompany Rory and ensure he takes some proper rest." You rose from your chair, all soft smiles and manners as they dismissed you, soon returning to airy conversations of noble gossip you weren't privy to.

Walking the corridors of the impressive manor was truly a sight to behold. Elaborate portraits sat atop the floral wallpaper, the detailing of the gold frames proof of their exceptional quality. But as much as you longed to admire the upholstery and decoration, our thoughts remained fixed on Rory. Upon arriving at the manor, one of the servants had led you to a set of guest rooms to stay for the night and it required all of your focus to remember the route. For as beautiful and opulent as these homes were, navigating them was quite the headache. Reaching the door to Rory's room for the night, you gently knocked to receive no response. It was hard to determine whether he was elsewhere or just ignoring your presence—both were equally viable options. It wasn't until you heard the faint sounds of a piano coming from down the hallway. It was a melody you hadn't heard before, though the sound was as beautiful as any famous composition you could recall. Following its glittering trail, you soon came across its source. A door had been left slightly ajar, the crack revealing Rory at the piano as his hands graced the keys with such ease that it was mesmerising. While the piece was unrecognisable and new, the emotion it carried was enough to steal whatever words you'd planned to say to him. For someone so guarded with his emotions this felt like an entirely new person sat in front of you, peaceful and serene beyond measure.

Once the song quietened to silence, you finally regained the ability to speak. "I've never heard that one before."

Rory stiffened in his seat, turning with intense speed at the intrusion. As his eyes landed on you, his shoulders relaxed and he turned back to the instrument. "That would be because it's one I wrote. And did not intend for you to hear."

Ignoring his later comment, you closed the door behind you so as not to incite a further audience. Rory's hands played with a few stray keys, no specific song or melody in mind as he let his fingers drift wherever they liked.

"I didn't realise you played. Nor that you wrote music."

"My mother taught me when I was young. Even then she knew I wasn't the most...forthcoming of children. And so she taught me as a means of expression. Each one is an amalgamation of my inner thoughts and feelings." Rory's expression was unreadable, entirely foreign from how he usually appeared. Something about this version of Rory was far less guarded, as though he was offered the freedom to be truly himself when alone with only his thoughts and a piano for company. And now you had found yourself pulled into those same comforts somehow.

"And what kind of thoughts and feelings went into the piece you were just playing? If you don't mind my asking." Taking up a seat beside him, you placed your own fingers on the keys, tapping out a simple tune you'd learnt years ago.

"Ah," Rory spoke, clearing his throat as he shifted atop the stool. "It's about a certain someone I can't seem to rid myself of. They revel in tormenting my every thought, both waking and sleeping, and yet I cannot fathom a life without them by my side."

"Who might the lucky suitor be? Don't tell me it's the lady of the house's eldest? They are rather handsome, I will admit," you trailed off, a teasing lilt to your voice as you glanced in Rory's direction.

"I can't believe I once thought you intimidatingly intelligent. For your sense of awareness is atrociously appalling."

Before you could scoff some kind of offended retort, Rory's lips were gracing your cheek, the gesture teeming with uncharacteristic softness. Your cheeks warmed, the spot his lips had touched tingling long after he pulled back. Eyes wide and words stolen from your throat, all you could do was stare blankly at the growing redness of Rory's face. Never in a thousand years could you have predicted that he would kiss you.

Rory cleared his throat, diverting his gaze to try and conceal his embarrassment, though his attempts were in vain considering how close the two of you were sat. Neither one of you could hide the range of wild emotions that played upon your spirits.

"Forgive me for my impropriety, but it seems you have me utterly enchanted and bewitched. Are you sure that wasn't a siren song you played?" You teased, a gentle hand reaching to hold Rory's jaw, softly guiding him to look at you once more. Never had you seen him so red, the blush covering his cheeks and stretching to the tips of his ears, almost blending in to his hair. Edging closer, your lips hovered mere millimetres away from his, offering him the chance to move away should the act make him uncomfortable. Rory, however, did not move away. Instead he eagerly closed the gap between you both, lips moving in a synchronised dance. To be so indulgent, and alone together no less, would surely be worthy of a six month sentence to a chaperone. Though that was the least of your concerns right now, all thoughts honing in on Rory and the hand that reached for yours, fingers weaving together. Despite himself, Rory managed to pull himself away, though he could not manage to move far. Responsibility tugged like a strict leash, the knowledge that anyone could walk in should curiosity take control.

"I despise you for what you have done to me," Rory whispered. "Such romantic thoughts are unbecoming of me. And yet I cannot pry you away from the vice grip you have on my very being." The words were so unapologetically Rory, mild insults laced with truthful confessions. "There are no words in this language or any language in the world that can describe my affections for you, but can I play them for you?" He gestured to the piano, hands shaking ever so slightly as the nerves danced upon his skin. There was no answer you could give beside the affirmative nod, settling into his side as you watched him play, the beautiful melodies infusing the room with a novel of unspoken words. Rory would play long into the night, for as long as you sat at his side listening intently to all that he had to offer. And when sleep coaxed you into a hazy drift, he'd quietly lead you to your room, softly bidding you goodnight at the door before retiring to his own room where he fell asleep to the unwritten melodies he'd yet to write circled in his mind, each and every one a sonorous ode to you.

#infinite blue #infinite blue fanfic #infinite blue x reader #infinite blue rory #infinite blue rory fanfic #infinite blue rory x reader #we're not going to talk about how it's been a month since i posted here #but i want to get back into the routine of it tbh bc i miss writing fics it feels cosy #and brain hurt from planning other projects rip #anyway have this piece of my brain that is fixating on infernal devices again bc apparently 15 year old me is making a comeback this year #also possibly fics for new fandoms coming to a tumblr near you possibly maybe soonish #also this fic may or may not have helped inspire a scene from the book i'm planning i am SOBBING #anna writes

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