#2nd person perspective

[zletros-creations]

You die and wake up standing in a nearly back to chest line carrying your heart on a plate. There's a thin golden strip on the floor that everyone else is standing on. You tap the shoulder of the guy in front of you and ask him what's going on.

"What, you an athiest?" He replied with a thick New York accent. "We're waiting to see Anubis so he can weigh our hearts. If you drop your heart or step off the line, you go to purgatory where they'll sort you into your preferred afterlife, or you can spin the wheel."

You ask about the wheel and wonder why this guy knows so much about being dead.

"It's got every religion, even some from other worlds, and whatever you land on, you go to their afterlife for as long as you want. Oh, would you look at that, a dropout wave, been a while since I've joined one. See you on the other side, kid." He says as everyone in front of you, including himself, drop their plates and/or do ridiculous stunts off the golden line.

You figure you should either move forward until you reach the next person or drop your plate.

[emperorsfoot]

Ya know, every now and again, I'll see a post asking people who don't like xReader fics or fics written in 2nd Person Perspective why they don't like xReader or 2nd Person.

But I don't think I've seen a post ever asking people who do like xReader or 2nd Person Perspective why they like it.

So,

People who write/read either xReader fics, or fics written in 2nd Person Perspective, what do you like about these kinds of stories? What draws you to them? What engages you?

Gush about what you love!

[200story]

Late

There you were. Your back was to me, but I would have recognized you anywhere. Something about the set of your shoulders, the texture of your hair, the shade of green you always wear. It all added up to you. The store was busy. Someone bumped into me from behind, apologized, and moved on. Even before spotting you, I had been distracted; groceries had taken too long, and I was late for my…

[androgynous-agent69]

So

I managed to FINALLY finish my COTL Leshy fic after a week or two of not knowing how to start a timeskip (it was painful). I'm going through the Word doc and fixing typos as well as adding colouration to characters' names and speech (would be easier to do on desktop but, alas, only mobile here right now). Once that's all done, then I'll most likely post the link to the Word doc for everyone to view.

Gotta say, writing this has been fun :>

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

Hjmmmrnrhh how would yall feel about maybe like.,, a self-insert & or / cashier fic? Like a y/n type deal, where y/n is an NPC and not the player,.... idk food for thought, maybe they'd be like. Some homeless person /hj

[hickeygender]

me: awww YEAH this new fantasy book i bought sounds great!! the reviews are awesome and the synopsis really pulled me it! let's crack it open!

the book: *turns out to be written in first person pov*

me:

[redelk10]

I think that the worst way possible to die is to be sucked into a black hole. Just imagine:

You had been sent out on an expedition into deep space. One of the destinations, the thing your team was currently studying, was near a large black hole in the middle of a nearby galaxy. You were in an experiment arm of the ship, observing how objects react as they fall into the black hole. Everything the math already told you was true; the object falls, picks up speed, begins to slow as it gets nearer, then comes to a stop, eventually looking like a sticker, slowly red-shifting, on the face of the otherwise lightless black hole.

In the experiment arm, being closer to the black hole than the rest of the ship and your crewmates, time went just slightly slower. For every minute up there, you only spent 58 seconds in the arm. That's why, when a piece of debris hit the arm, you were the first to know. In microseconds the emergency hatch shut, sealing you from the vacuum of space. Shortly after, one of your crewmates came over the radio, voice made slightly high-pitched by the time difference.

"Hey, you okay down there?"

You pressed the intercom. "Yeah, I'm fine. What just happened?"

Silence. After a few moments they came back. "All we got was static there, we have your bio signs, though. Sending out a walk to assess the damage."

There was no need, you could see it out your window, you were drifting away from the ship. Before they even told you, you knew you were dead. The reason drops from the experiment arm worked ensured that fact. Since it was closer to the black hole, and thus required a faster orbit to maintain altitude compared to the ship above, any object dropped had a decaying orbit.

You watched out the window as the ship drifted away, unable to see or speak to your friends one last time. They kept talking over the radio, not even trying to keep a positive attitude, they knew that there was no way to save you. It was only a few hours before their voices had sped-up to the point of incomprehensibility. You turned off the radio.

As the hours passed you watched as the ship above made faster and faster passes above your position, eventually appearing as a constant line in your vision, before it disappeared. Their mission had ended. It occurred to you that on the outside months had passed. To them, you likely appeared like those red-shifted "stickers" on the face of the black hole. The only thing left to look at as you awaited death was the stars.

Not being on earth, none of the constellations were familiar, but you made some up, trying to avoid depressing thoughts, somewhat hoping it was all a dream. The stars were bright, much brighter than you had ever seen them before, and seemingly many more as well. Your eyes had become a long exposure camera to the universe, capturing days worth of light every second. You could see everything, it was beautiful. As you watched your constellations, they began moving. Dancing about the firmament, picking up pace. You watched as one exploded, a piercing white light for a fraction of an instant.

That once beautiful brightness quickly became painful as years worth of light hit your retinas each moment. It burned. Hotter than anything you had felt in your life. Normal light shifted to ultraviolet as it sped towards you with more ferocity. You went to move your arm to shield your eyes, but found you couldn't. You forced it to move and it reacted with some delay. You felt helplessly, your brain unable to send a signal to stop fast enough, as your bones twisted and shattered, skin ripped, and sinew snapped, severing your arm at your elbow. Your lower body, and consequently your arm, was now so much closer to the event horizon compared to your head that the inertia of any part of your body made it impossible to move.

You looked down to see the damage and found that your feet had disappeared. Your body was stretched for what appeared to be over 100 feet of distance and at your shins there seemed to be a line of red after which your body simply stopped.

You looked back heavenward to avoid the shock of seeing your body in that state. The stars overhead that were once blinding you had become dimmer, or, not dimmer, less numerous. It wasn't long before only occasional streaks of light screamed across the empty sky, a testament that stars did still exist. Eventually, there was nothing.

You felt as your body became numb below you, at your midsection now, knowing that you wouldn't have long before death. You were surely the only human, no, the only THING alive in the universe, yet you were no better than dead after that piece of debris hit the ship. It was almost comical. That had happened billions, possibly trillions of years ago yet only several hours ago from your point of view.

You felt the numbness reach your ribs and closed your eyes, it wasn't like there was anything left to see in the void of space anyway, and waited as blood stopped reaching the brain, and, starved of oxygen, it shut down. The last light of life in the universe flickering to black.

Like, isn't that just fucked up?

[gontagokuhara]

twitter arguing about 1st vs 3rd person in writing which is like What the fuck ever who cares. but there are people being like “you NEED to be in 1st person to get into a character’s head and get to know them!!” and im like. Huh

[darcyolsson]

my fav visitors at my work (a museum) are a) small kids who have no filter and b) people who clearly have a special interest/hyperfixation and have visited at least once a month for the past several years and as a result know more ab my work than i ever will

[unholy-fabray]

i found a mostly-written one-shot about Quinn visiting Rachel in NYC (au where she actually uses the damn metro pass!!) that i forgot i had written, but it's in ? second-person perspective?? why did i write it like that

[orcelito]

I've kinda been existing in the realm of "everyone I know is going to die, many sooner than I expect" for the past few years. Considering. Ykno. But I don't register that's not the norm most of the time. I lived 22 years of my life not experiencing proper grief, after all. Only a few people I barely knew had died. No one I was ever close with.

One of the first things my new therapist said when greeting me (after having reviewed the preliminary questionnaire I filled out) was something about how sorry she was at my unimaginable loss. And I just had a moment of like. Huh. No, it really Isn't normal to lose 6 members of my family and 2 cats in the span of 5 years. No, that isn't normal at all.

I hope I don't have to experience any more unexpected losses anytime soon. I'd like to have faith in people's permanence in my life again.

[snakesnifter]

im unsure how i feel about toa as a series so far but by god does riordans writing amuse me

[aria0fgold]

Do you have any advice for writing a fanfic and/or writing in general?

Just write it! Worry about editing later. Take your time with it and to not compare your writing with anyone!

One thing I had to unlearn in my system is the constant need to edit the stuff I write while still writing it. You won't get anywhere if you kept doing that and end up frustrating yourself more.

Just keep writing it even if it ends up a jumbled mess, if there's a scene you don't know how it'll turn out yet just put stuff like this: (scene at a building with cracks on the wall, debris here and there. describe it later) and move onto the next parts!

If the scene is just dialogue then keep at that and just write another reminder! Like this: (character a is frustrated at character b. add that indicator later)

It's a first draft for a reason so let yourself be as messy as possible with it and polish it afterwards!

Taking your time with it cuz writing has no time limit at all, especially if you're a new writer. If you keep thinking about invisible deadlines, you'll end up stressing yourself and burning yourself out of writing, which will just make you not write in general.

Annnd the last one is something that helped me a lot to break outta my slump back then. Whenever you read a book or fanfic, you fall in love with the author's writing and think: I want to write like that. Just like with an artist's art and go: I want to draw like that.

In a way, if you're just starting out, you subconciously try to replicate that. But just like in any forms of creative expression. Writing has its style as well and every writer has their own style. It isn't noticeable at first cuz how can there be style when it's all just words and text?

Pick up a book, and pick another from a different author but the same genre. You'll start to see their own style in the way they form their paragraphs, in a way they show the emotion of the scene, one author may like to repeat words for emphasis while the other may only do it once but the impact of the scene stayed with you.

So don't replicate anyone's writing style.

Cuz everyone is unique and no matter what happens, what you write will always turn out differently than what other people write. Finding your own style in writing is as much of a journey as an artist finding their own art style so don't stress too much if you can't find your own yet! It's all about trial and error, and about appealing to yourself the most. So don't think about the audience, think about what YOU want.

If you write like this, will you like it? If you like it, then there will surely be people that like it as well. Will you hate it? If you hate it, there will always be people that likes it anyway. But doing what you hate is never a good thing. So might as well do what you love and have fun with it!

Oh! Also also, nearly forgot. Play around with perspectives. If you got stuck at a certain scene, switch the perspective to another character present or to a narrator to figure out how you want to incorporate certain details to what your current character can perceive. Or you can also just have multiple character perspectives in the story, just remember to show an indicator for the readers! (Like: Character A's Perspective at the very top of the chapter, or make it so that the monologue's 'voice' is different than the previous one)

[macbethz]

people on my poll saying second person is almost always done badly...what second person r you reading. fanfic does NOT count i mean published books. im genuinely curious bc again most second person i have read has been weird artsy stories that i really enjoyed

[firestarwrites]

Slow Dance

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

Song: "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx

Extra Notes: None, but I wish this was reality

It was the evening before prom and your heart was racing like crazy. You had never been so nervous but so excited before in your life. Everything you prepared - from your dress to your hairstyle - was for him.

After a huge fight broke out between your friend group, you realized that having a crush on a close friend was not the way to go. Your feelings faded for your close friend but flared up soon after for a guy in your favorite class. Every day, you dreamed of talking to him or hanging out with him. Everything from his hair to the way he held himself was perfect.

You knew he didn't like you back - I mean, it's common knowledge. Everyone at school knew who he liked and they were not afraid to tell you that. You brushed off those people and continued pining over him. Admittedly, you did start talking to him more in the past couple of weeks after getting his phone number. Now, the moment came - prom. You wanted to ask him but thoughts of him rejecting you filled your mind. You decided to ask him to slow dance if you saw him there.

The day of prom was going at a faster pace than you expected. You asked someone to do your hair in a pretty style, which to you looked very nice. Your dress was in perfect condition without any wrinkles. Your friend offered to take pictures of you in your dress and you agreed. While posing on a bench, you couldn't help but dream about him beside you putting an arm around you. You thought about him the rest of day leading up to that night and how you were going to ask him to slow dance. Would you pull him aside during the song? Would you ask him before you even walked in the building? Oh well, you'd find out when you got there.

When you arrived at the school, your eyes immediately sweeped the place for him. You spotted a bunch of other people through the flashing strobe lights and fog machines, but not him. You sighed and thought maybe he would arrive late. Your friends called you over to dance and you did. When the lights dimmed for the first slow song, you sat down at a table and softly sang along. You didn't have a date after all. You scanned the room again for your crush but came up short.

Halfway through prom, they announced the king and queen. The lights were all on at this time and everyone surrounded the catwalk. Your crush was nowhere to be seen. At this point, you assumed he didn't come to prom. Afterwards, you went home feeling dejected. The dark road was calming to you as opposed to the flashing lights at the school. You turned the radio off and drove in silence to your house. After that, you decided to text him. It wouldn't hurt to, would it?

"Hey, I didn't see you at prom tonight. Is everything okay?" you sent.

"Yeah, I decided not to go. I would just be third wheeling anyways." he sent back, not even a couple minutes later. He usually responds hours later.

Suddenly, a thought struck your mind. What if you were able to slow dance with him after all?

"I know it's late, but do you want to hang out? Prom was boring and I didn't have much fun..." you sent, waiting for a reply.

"You know what? Why not. Send me the location and I'll meet you there," he replied. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. You sent him your address and waited for him to arrive.

About twenty minutes later, he came dressed up in a suit. You didn't expect him to dress up but you could feel yourself slowly getting weak. He looked so handsome and you couldn't believe he was here, at your house.

"Let's go over here!" You smiled and led him to your backyard, where a small gazebo sat. It was made out of wood and had fairy lights wrapped along the pillars. There was a bench inside - the same one that you posed on earlier. Your crush smiled at the gazebo.

"I know you're probably tired right now, but I invited you here for a reason," you started.

"It's okay, just tell me," he stood beside you, looking at you and smiling.

"I wanted to slow dance with you," you sure were blunt about it.

"Oh! That was... unexpected," he said. Your heart dropped. You felt like it shattered on the floor when he said that.

"You don't have to. I just wanted to offer," you said, trying not to let the hurt in your voice show.

"No no, it's not like that. It's just... I've never been asked to dance before. That's all," he said, trying to comfort you. "I would love to."

Your heart slowly repaired itself after he spoke those last words. He did want to slow dance after all. You took your phone, searched for a song, and placed it on the railing of the gazebo. A few seconds later, "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx started playing.

You took your crush's hand in yours and led him up the stairs to the inside of the gazebo. You smiled softly as the song reached the first verse.

Oceans apart, day after day

And I slowly go insane

"Do you know how to slow dance?" you asked him. He nodded and put one arm on your hip and the other on your shoulder. You matched his movements and began to lightly sway. It was this moment you realized what it felt like to be loved. Even though he did not like you, the gesture was enough to feel something.

Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

The moon shined down on the gazebo as you slow danced. You smiled and he pulled you closer. You glanded up at his eyes and found yourself getting lost in the reflection of the fairy lights. He looked so handsome and his smile slowly melted you. The bridge of the song played and you softly sang along.

"Oh, can't you see it, baby?

You've got me goin' crazy"

Your crush laughed slightly and you could see his pupils dilate. You could tell he was having fun. The song ended and you broke apart.

You sat down on the bench and tapped the place beside it, inviting him to sit with you. He sat down beside you and put an arm around you. If you could physically melt, you would have been a puddle on the ground by now. You put your head on his shoulder and sighed softly while looking out into the darkness of the night. The stars scattered across the sky and a shooting star passed through the shining night.

"Make a wish..." you whispered.

"I wish... for this night to never end. I enjoyed this a lot," he responded. You could feel the vibration of his voice from your position.

"I second that," you said, closing your eyes. He lightly hummed and rubbed circles on your back.

At that point, you felt true peace.

I hope you enjoyed! Tag, comment, and reblog if you want!

[11vr1]

i tried both 2nd and 3rd person for my fics… which one do you guys prefer? i want to keep my writing style consistent.