luv4writing

I write for fem!reader, male!reader, gn!reader

Fluff , Angst , Smut , Hurt/Comfort , Dead Dove If something does not fall under the examples just ask and I consider whether I do it or not.

I only write for the final destination franchise

I will always keep my works with the warnings so that everyone knows what they are about to read.

PLEASE READ!

Please read ➡️ THIS ⬅️

REQUEST ARE CLOSED 🛹

No ty unless you want to do it together?

I’ll be taking things slowly, but you can expect to start seeing content for other fandoms alongside my usual posts. I want this space to reflect what I’m genuinely excited about, and right now that includes exploring new characters, stories, and ideas.

I also want to be honest for a moment—sometimes I do feel pretty lonely. I don’t have many friends or people I can spend time with outside of my family, so I often turn to media and writing to fill that space. I know that might not always be the healthiest habit, but creating and sharing content here has really helped me more than I can fully put into words.

Every single interaction—whether it’s a like, a reblog, or a comment—means so much to me. It genuinely makes my day and has a positive impact on my mental health. I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who has supported my work, even in the smallest ways.

Over the next few days, I’ll be reworking my pinned post, updating my links and masterlist, and organizing things to make the blog easier to navigate. I’m also planning to create a Google Form where you can sign up to be tagged in posts—whether that’s for specific characters, certain fandoms, or every fic I publish.

Yes I still write for the final destination franchise I haven't watched in months so I can forget what happened (for the most part) and revive how I felt when watching it for the first time ❤️

Enjoy 💙

The fluorescent lights of The Pitt buzzed overhead as Trinity Santos pushed through the doors of the break room, her scrubs rumpled from a long shift. It was late—past midnight—and the ER had finally quieted down after a chaotic rush of patients. She was looking for a quick coffee before heading home, but what she found instead stopped her in her tracks.

Y/n y/l/n sat hunched over at the small table in the corner, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, staring blankly at a half-empty cup of water. Trinity's eyes narrowed as she noticed the fresh bandages wrapped around y/n's wrists, peeking out from under the edges of her uniform. The air felt heavier suddenly, and Trinity's usual sharp wit faded into concern. She'd seen y/n around the hospital for months now—a fellow nurse, quiet but reliable, always with a soft smile that hid something deeper. They'd shared shifts, late-night chats, and even a few stolen moments of laughter amid the chaos. But this? This was different.

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'Y/n?' Trinity's voice was gentle, not her typical teasing lilt. She approached slowly, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. Y/n startled, yanking her sleeves down too quickly, but the damage was done. Her eyes darted away, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear.

'I—it's nothing, Trinity. Just a rough day.' Y/n's voice cracked, and she forced a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Trinity wasn't buying it. She reached across the table, her hand hovering before lightly touching y/n's arm—not grabbing, just a reassuring presence. 'Hey, talk to me. Those aren't from an IV gone wrong. I've seen enough in this place to know the difference.' Her tone was steady, laced with the empathy she'd honed from years in the ER, dealing with patients' hidden pains.

Y/n's shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of her. Tears welled up, and she whispered, 'It's... it's been bad lately. The stress, the nights I can't sleep, the feeling like I'm drowning. I didn't mean for anyone to see.' The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, as if saying them aloud made them real.

Trinity's heart ached. She stood up, rounding the table to pull y/n into a hug—careful, enveloping, like wrapping someone in a warm blanket. Y/n stiffened at first, then melted into it, her face burying against Trinity's shoulder. 'You're not alone in this, okay? Not here, not with me.' Trinity murmured, her hand rubbing slow circles on y/n's back. 'I've been through my own storms—fights with colleagues, that mess with Garcia, the rumors that never stop. But hurting yourself? That's not the way out. You deserve better than that.'

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, though it was only minutes. Trinity didn't push for details; she just held space, letting y/n's sobs quiet into shaky breaths. When y/n finally pulled back, Trinity cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing away tears. 'We're getting you help. There's a counselor on staff—Dr. Patel, remember? She helped me after that whistleblower crap. And I'll be right there with you, every step. Shifts, coffee runs, whatever you need.'

Y/n nodded, a flicker of hope breaking through the haze. 'Thank you, Trinity. I... I don't know what I'd do without you.'

Fandom: Final Destination

Pairing: Alex Browning × Female Reader

Summary: You and Alex think you’ve finally figured out how to stop Death’s design—but in the world you’re trapped in, nothing is ever that simple… and every solution comes with a cost.

It wasn’t hope.

Not really.

It was desperation dressed up as logic.

You could see it in Alex Browning’s eyes as he spread the photos across the table—crime scenes, timelines, scribbled arrows connecting one death to the next.

“They’re dying in order,” he said, voice tight. “The exact order they would’ve died on the plane.”

The early morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, soft and golden, painting everything in a warm glow. It was the kind of morning that felt still—like the world hadn’t quite decided to wake up yet.

And neither had you.

You were half-asleep, curled up under the blankets, when you felt it—an arm tightening around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

Ian.