Nini!! Hope you're having a good day! I was reading one of the fics you rec'd (the voicemail one) and the formatting is really cool, do you know of any other fics with cool formatting like this? thank you!!
we are breathing river water by undeadapocalypse
Summary: Shane thought, through the kisses and the feeling of Ryan’s skin all over his, too much but not enough, I will not.Between the light ending up off and the clumsy hands in a dark room, the floorboards that hide secrets despite not being theirs, he thought to himself, I will not fall in love with him.The tabernacle reconstructed.He falls in love with him.or: a fic based off of “litany in which certain things are crossed out”
Rated: M
Commentary: This one has a non-liner narrative that haunts me, because it’s incredibly good to the point that if you read the part of the story in order, it makes sense. Tons of non-liner narrative fanfics can’t do this, they only work if read like that, but this one actually has that nice touch.
The story is wonderful, their conflict is very personal for both of them, and it has a happy ending, which is the most important part of it. It’s all how it starts and how it ends, to then continue in a new part of their relationship. I love it, man. It’s one of my favorite fics.
I’ll Crawl Home by carrieonfighting
Summary: "Shane was almost unnerved by how quickly he’d settled into this body, this name, this life - his friendship with Ryan was the most time he’d spent with any human before, and yet the man fascinated him.“
Rated: T
Commentary: Another one with non-liner narrative, the forman this one is wrotten in is very unique in the fandom. It tells the days Shane has known Ryan, and it shows you how their relationship has changed, how them as persons have changed. The plot is also very good, I really like the way Shane, who is a demon, is characterized in this fic. I don’t know, it’s brilliant.
five times shane and ryan interact before they kiss by orphan_account
Summary: and the first time they actually do kiss.
Rated: Not Rated (I’d say G)
Commentary: Such a sweet little fic with the 5 + 1 Things trope, very well done and written. It’s short, but damn– perfect. It’s actually one of my favorite 5 + 1 Things fic in the fandom, so I hope you enjoy it, too!
summonedwheezes replied to your photo “you want a piece of my heart (you better start from the start) aka, a...”
I just finished the last one and it was so real and intimate and precious how dare you??? (I wanted to comment but ao3 is being super slow rn)
oh my gosh, thank you so much!! ao3 is driving me up the freaking wall tonight so I totally understand, haha.
yaboybergara replied to your photo “you want a piece of my heart (you better start from the start) aka, a...”
Oh my God, Oh my God, you are the author of this fic! I love this series so much, my man, you have NO idea! It's so sweet and so well characterized (and the smut one when they have their first time going all the way is so, so good and so, so hot, I'm still crying), it's one hell of a good AU and fanfic. Congrats on finishing it!
holy heck, thank you! so much! you’re so sweet! both of these comments made my night, for real.
1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?
See, I want to say All Lonely Things Above because I am proud of that one, extremely so, but I also genuinely feel like I was possessed the whole time I was writing it because I have pretty much no recollection of writing any of it now, so instead I’m going to go with Hanging State - it was my first time writing smut and I think it turned out really well.
9. a passage from a WIP
From a Critical Role WIP:
Beau finds them pressed against the wall of an alley, Molly’smouth affixed to Caleb’s throat.
“Aw, jeez!” sheyells, throwing her hands up as she leaves, the sound echoing slightly in theenclosed space. “Seriously, guys? In public?”
And from a BFU WIP:
He’s a boxer. He’s been a boxer for years, ever since he joined the boxing club at his college gymbecause he had a bit of a crush on one of the coaches, and then quicklydiscovered that definitely hittingpeople for real was a lot more fun than possiblyhitting on his coach. He’d been quick to find a new gym once he leftcollege, and the one he’s standing before now has more or less become hissecond home over the last handful of years.
12. what’s your favorite place for writing resources?
Oh geez, I’ve really got no idea. I don’t actually use many writing resources - I write my fics in microsoft Word and then move them to Google Drive for my wonderful beta @beaniegara to read, and when I’m not at home or I’m at work I write bits on the notes app on my phone. I don’t listen to music or background noise when I write because with my CAPD I can’t focus on words if there’s other word-sound happening, and I just... yeah. I don’t really use any writing resources beyond right click->synonyms on Word.
summonedwheezes replied to your post “ok so idk what the whole yaoi thing is in the bfu fandom but yaoi in...”
I think that's honestly it! Not that it's your fault in any way, obviously, because yaoi is fucking yikes but assholes will find any little thing you mildly dislike and harass you with it ugh
I know, man. Idk, I decided every time someone mentions it again and we are not like, joking around or stuff, I’m gonna block them lol.
oh god Nini, I'm so sad this happened to you. I hope you are feeling better and I'm glad you're ok!!
Thank you, man. I am feeling better now, but it was a hard night. I told my bf this morning what actually happened and he was so nice to me, I truly felt better after saying the truth. I’m waiting for my borther to come home so I can tell him the truth, too.
summonedwheezes replied to your post “Something horrible just happened. I had to stop the car and cry my...”
hey, I hope you're okay and you can take time to rest and recover. I'm so sorry this happened to you :(
Thanks, dude. I’m okay now! Sleeping on it and all helped a lot.
yaboimadej replied to your post “Something horrible just happened. I had to stop the car and cry my...”
Nina no, this is horrible. I hope you are feeling better! I'm sending you a big hug! I love you!
Big hug to you, too, Beru! Everything’s ok now.
flipwizardmcgay replied to your post “Something horrible just happened. I had to stop the car and cry my...”
Hey nini friendly reminder that you’re strong and badass and lovely and if something like that ever happens again I’ll fly down and kick ass for u anxiety fucking sucks and I’m sorry u had to go thru that
kdncisojfir you are so nice, man ;w; Thank you SO much! You’re the sweetest person ever.
kaylotta replied to your post “Something horrible just happened. I had to stop the car and cry my...”
oh nini that's awful, i'm so sorry D: *sends good vibes* i'm glad your kitties and dog are okay, and i'm glad you weren't hurt, but i'm so sorry you had to deal with that and i hope you have something nice you can do for yourself! <3
Thanks, man. Yeah, my pets are okay and I am, too. Sleeping and talking helped a lot! Thank you again!
I actually got the same prompt from @dark-alice-lilith as well so! here’s some established relationship, fluff without plot set after the Viaduct Tavern episode.
~1300 words, on ao3 here.
draw me close.
It’s safe to say that getting drunk hadn’t exactly been part of Ryan’s plan for the evening.
Sure, when he’d been planning the Viaduct Tavern episode out, he’d wanted there to be at least one sequence with them having a pint, just as a fun bit, and when he’d initially pitched the idea to Shane, he’d been totally down for it.
Except one drink had somehow turned into two. And then three. And then six.
And now, it’s nearly three o’clock in the morning, and while the world isn’t exactly swaying, it’s a little fuzzy around the edges. The crew are already back at the hotel, probably already fast asleep, but as they’d been packing up, Shane had had the bright idea to walk back, and even though Ryan had been looking forward to room service and a soft mattress (and, maybe, another beer), once Shane had smiled at him, he’d been unable to say no.
And really, it’s actually quite a nice night. The streets are fairly quiet, although gales of raucous laughter fall out of every pub and tavern they pass, and distant sirens occasionally split the night. When he glances up, if he squints really hard, he can almost make out the stars through the faint orange haze of light pollution swathed across the sky. As they continue to walk, he can’t help but notice how the city is both similar and totally unlike Los Angeles. There’s enough construction cranes dotting the skyline, enough buildings strapped with scaffolding and tarps flapping in the slight breeze, that he could almost pretend he was at home, if he was a little more drunk, but there’s so much history here. Every other building seems to have a plaque announcing that it was the scene of some grand historical event, has the year it was built carved into a stone above the entrance-way. Even the streets look old, although Ryan is sure the cobblestones aren’t actually the authentic thing and are probably just there for the tourists to ooh and aah over.
But even more so than the history oozing out of every building, what makes London so different from Los Angeles is that it’s fucking cold.
There’s a chill wind that keeps making its way down the back of Ryan’s neck, keeps cutting through his jacket and shirt. The hand that he has jammed into the pocket of his jeans is almost an acceptable temperature, but the one that’s entangled with Shane’s is actually starting to hurt from being exposed to the breeze.
And they’re still twenty minutes away from the goddamn hotel, if what Ryan’s phone says is correct.
“I’m fucking freezing,” he says, shivering as another gust of wind slams into him. Shane immediately comes to a stop and glances down at him.
“I told you to wear more layers,” he says with a slight frown.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t listen,” Ryan mutters, using their intertwined hands to lightly punch Shane on the outside of his thigh. Shane continues to stand there motionless for a moment, silhouetted against the dark mouth of a narrow alleyway, remains still long enough that Ryan feels the urge to tug insistently at his hand and get this show back on the road.
Finally, just when he’s about to ask Shane what the hold-up is about, ask if he’s fallen asleep on his feet, Shane slides his fingers out of Ryan’s grip and starts carefully unwinding the gray scarf wrapped around his neck. He’s so meticulous about it, does it so slowly, than Ryan knows he’s past the point of being tipsy and is officially drunk.
Not that Ryan’s judging. He’s pretty sure he’s tripped a dozen times since they left the tavern, probably would have ended up either on his ass or his face in the street if it hadn’t been for Shane’s grip on his hand.
Shane pulls the scarf free, revealing a faint series of splotchy bruises along the base of his throat that Ryan put there earlier in the day. With the same meticulous, overly precise movements, he winds the scarf around Ryan’s neck until it’s bunched up underneath his chin.
Ryan can’t help but feel a little like a kid again, all bundled up for the few times they’d gone on vacation somewhere cold enough to get actual snow, but the scarf immediately makes a difference.
“Better?” Shane asks, tucking the ends of the scarf into the front of Ryan’s jacket.
“Yeah, man. Thanks.” Shane smiles at him softly and takes Ryan’s hand again, but he doesn’t start walking immediately. Instead, he simply glances up at the faintly glowing sky and at the quiet street around them.
“Man, it really is beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asks, squeezing Ryan’s hand and swaying a little.
Ryan isn’t sure if he agrees; the street itself isn’t that impressive in the grand scheme of things. All the shops are dark, and there’s a boarded-up building directly across from them that’s marred up with colorful graffiti. There’s some trash in the gutter, and the unmistakable glint of broken glass twinkles under a streetlight a few yards away.
But if there’s one thing he appreciates about Shane, has appreciated about him since before their friendship transitioned into something more, it’s that he has an innate ability to find beauty in the strangest, most unconventional (and occasionally outright horrifying) things.
There’s no one within sight, so Ryan doesn’t think twice before he wraps his fingers into the front of Shane’s jacket, leans up and kisses him. Shane’s smile melts away, but only so that his mouth can fit better to Ryan’s, and he drops his big hands to Ryan’s face a little clumsily, cradles his jaw like he’s trying to protect it from harm. Ryan wasn’t planning on the kiss being much more than a peck, but when Shane’s tongue brushes against his bottom lip, it just seems cruel to pull away so soon.
By the time they do pull away from each other, they’ve somehow managed to stumble back a few steps, so that Shane’s back is flush with the brick wall of a restaurant that’s closed for the night, and Ryan is feeling a little warmer and slightly breathless.
Absently leaning down to nudge his nose against one of the pink marks on Shane’s throat, he says, “Think you could warm me up some more when we get back to the hotel?” Shane gasps like it’s the most scandalous thing he’s ever heard and presses his mouth to Ryan’s temple.
“Ryan Bergara, are you flirting with me?”
Normally, Ryan would go along with the bit, would probably end up creating some kind of complicated backstory set in the 1800’s, but even with the flush warming him up, he’s still cold, and he still really wants to get into a bed sooner rather than later, so instead, he answers, “I sure fucking hope so.”
Shane laughs quietly and rubs one thumb along the line of Ryan’s cheekbone, and even though Ryan wants to move, he can’t help but melt into the touch, can’t help but crane his cheek into it.
“Good thing I like it.” Pressing one last kiss to the top of Ryan’s head, he steps away from the wall and reaches down to take Ryan’s hand again. “Let’s get you back before you shiver your teeth right out of your mouth.”
Ryan flips him off with his free hand.
(By the time they finally make it back to the fucking hotel, Ryan is freezing again.
Thankfully, Shane follows through on his promise to warm him up.
