#nightanddaze

[drowninginfanfics]

Derek fucks the fairies up, but they fuck him up too. Stiles tries pretty unsuccessfully to keep his eyes and hands to himself. 


[charlesanthonybruno]

G E N E R A T I O N   K I L L   F I C   R E C S,  1/?

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Static; by nightanddaze; 36k; NC-17; Brad/Nate; mentions of others; Warnings: violence, death

It starts on the first day of a war with broken radios.

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If You’ve Got Some Faith (Then You Are Faithful); by Jai (jaiwrites); 15k; G; gen

Mercury Seven AU - 18 significant drinks in the history of US manned spaceflight

[selfconsciousfangirl]

riverlight82 replied to your post: I suppose I should commit to a single ...

DUDE what can I do to make this story happen? ?!?!??!?!

Which one? I'm having a hard time deciding which story to finish. Might as well roll some dice and see what happens-

nightanddaze replied to your post: I suppose I should commit to a single ...

1) Those ideas all sound amazing and I’d be into any one of them. 2) I wonder if it’d work if we set up some kind of email or whatever write-off? I’m largely punishment-based in regards to writing, so if I’m not accountable then I don’t do shit.

YES! Let's do that, pretty please?

[selfconsciousfangirl]

mariloucoco replied to your post: How do you reply to multiple messages/...

oh no, I’m late! a belated happy birthday to you, sweetheart! I wish you all the best, always <3

nightanddaze replied to your post: How do you reply to multiple messages/...

I missed you birthday?? Ugh, fail! xoxo

I prefer to think you lovely ladies are just super early for my next birthday, when I'll be super old by tumblr standards :P

Thank you so much!

[piratekenway]

FICLET: what happened to bulletproof weeks (in your arms)

nightanddaze:

"You look like you’re in pain." robbtheon yooooooo i used to only care maybe…15% about robbtheon. you have changed that in me. now i care SO MANY%

YES GOOD. EVERYONE SHOULD CARE ABOUT ROBBTHEON IT IS PAINFUL. this is slightly less painful because it takes place in reincarnation AU where they were in a relationship before the memories came crashing back down again.

...did I say less painful? I meant more.

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It's a week afterwards when Robb finally gives in, walks back to their apartment, and raises a hand to knock on the door.

He stops, then turns away and slumps down to a sitting position on the front step. It's been a week since he and Theon blew up at each other, spitting and snarling words about the past and the things they'd done to each other then. If Robb closes his eyes he can hear himself saying, I trusted you, and the second I turned away you stabbed me in the back like the fucking traitor I should've guessed you were, see the heartbroken flash of betrayal on Theon's face before he snapped back, harsh and sharp, you can't be a traitor if you were taken hostage, but I don't expect you to care.

"Stupid," he says out loud to himself. He takes the cap off and looks down at it--Theon had bought them both matching hats off Etsy, to celebrate Captain America: The Winter Soldier coming out at last. Steve's shield is emblazoned in the front of Robb's, but this hat has a red star on grey cloth.

It's been a week since Robb stormed out of their house in a fury with the hat and his clothes and whatever else he could grab, and in that week he's had Jon and Ygritte and Sansa and Arya and everybody else he knows shouting at him, because how could he throw away what he and Theon had?

I remembered he betrayed me in a past life, had seemed like a perfectly good excuse on Monday. It's Saturday now, and he's thinking it's a stupid one.

He turns the hat over. He's not even sure he should be here, what with all that he said to Theon just a week ago. In fact, he should probably just leave the damn hat on the doorstep and get out of here, because god knows leaving the hat is what he came here to do.

He's strongly considering it and hating himself for it when he feels the first drops of water landing on his neck. Just a few seconds later, the rain starts coming down in buckets, and he curses. Should've listened to the weather guy, he thinks.

He stands up, knocks on the door. No one answers. He tries the doorknob--locked, and here he's left his key at Jon's. Goddammit, he didn't think this plan through.

He lets his head fall against the door with an audible thunk. Then he turns, leans against the door and slumps once more to the ground, and maybe he bows his head and draws his knees up to his chest and lets the tears fall from his eyes.

"Stupid," he mutters, tasting salty tears and feeling his nose get stuffy and his clothes get soaked and not caring at all, "stupid, stupid--Jon was right, damn him, I never should've said any of that, I should've just shoved all that down and away--god, I fucked it up, I fucked it up worse than I did when I was a damn king, Christ--if I could go back--I don't know, I wouldn't say any of that--"

"You look like hell," Theon's voice cuts in, and Robb looks up at last.

There's an umbrella keeping the rain off Theon, and on his head is a hat with Captain America's shield emblazoned on it. Theon's staring at him like he can't quite decide between yelling at him or throwing his arms around him and kissing him, and Robb--Robb surges up and wraps his arms around him, fists clenching in Theon's jacket, babbling fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should've just kept quiet--

Theon returns the hug, and there's a stream of words in Robb's ear as well, I should've been there, I should've died with you, and the umbrella falls to the ground. Robb moves a little, hands going to the sides of Theon's face, before he surges forward and kisses him, desperate and needy and passionate, and they're both getting soaked and Robb doesn't fucking care.

"Robb," Theon gasps, when they break apart, "Robb, for fuck's sake--we both fucked this up, god, we're both complete fuck-ups in two lives, aren't we?"

Robb laughs, lets his head fall against Theon's. "At least we get a chance," he says, his voice choked with tears. "I'm sorry."

"Well, that makes the two of us," Theon says. "I was going to give you your hat back, you know. Had a speech prepared and everything, then Jon told me you went back here and--you are an asshole, Stark, you made me throw my speech out the window. I was going to try to be mad at you." He lets out a laugh as well, and it sounds slightly hysterical. "But god, after--after what I remembered, I don't know if I'll ever be angry at you like that again. And I'm sorry too. For everything."

"Doesn't matter," Robb says. "It's literally thousands of years in the past, it was stupid of me to get mad at you because of some dead guy's memories--"

"Then it was stupid of me too," Theon huffs. "God, Robb. My week was hell, Asha yelled at me and threatened to come over to break both your legs."

"Jon said pretty much the same thing," Robb says. He kisses Theon again, slower and lighter, and when they break away again he says, "Now and always?"

Theon nods, and says, "Now and always. Now let's get inside before we both catch a cold."

[assassinregrets]

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN OR HOW OR WHY OR HOW OR WHEN I UNFOLLOWED KATE BUT THAT TERRIBLE WRONG HAS FINALLY BEEN RIGHTED I AM SO UPSET HAVE I MISSED EXCITING PORNS OH THE HUMANITY

[myrecs]

Don't Lick Your Fingers When You Turn the Page by nightanddaze

Brad/Nate

NC17

Sometime after Nasiriyah Brad gets a Sharpie. Nate’s not exactly sure when, but one morning he wakes up to the sound of Ray’s bitching, particularly vicious. He wanders over to Brad’s Humvee, where most Brad’s team is in a circle around Ray, quiet delight all over their faces. Brad looks smugger than Nate’s ever seen him. Ray looks furious. Especially since he’s got a neat square of black between his upper lip and his nose.

[myrecs]

All Those People That You Know by nightanddaze

Brad/Nate

NC17

Nate Fick wasn't always a Marine and he won't always be one, aka the one where Nate's the devil