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i think western au villaneve live just outside of a town on their own farm and they're a mystery to the townspeople, eve and villanelle are talked about like they're folklore even though they're very real and ride into town like once a month to buy stuff. no one truly knows what the two of them got up to before they settled down on their farm, the stories range from them just being vagabonds who chose to settle down, to robbers, to killers.
when they ride into town everyone backs away out of fear but they're equally curious about them. they're always pleasant with the shopkeepers and smile at the children who want to pet their big horses, but the townspeople claim they see blood on their skin and their clothes. no one knows if they're just mysterious but harmless lesbians or if they're mysterious and harmful lesbians :)
#oh my god the typo in the last sentence took me like 2 hours to notice fuck#if i had the brain power i would go on about this#but do you get the vision???#people paint up all sorts of stories about them but they don't mind#they keep to themselves and they're happy that way <3#i've been thinking about what they got up to before they moved to their farm#i could go with canon and say that villanelle was a killer and eve was a sheriff chasing her because that would be fun!!#and then they turned into murder wives instead and probably lived the vagabond lifestyle with their horses for a while#before deciding to settle down#their farm is their alaska basically#idk!! it's fun to think about them :)#i feel like i need to name this au... it's really taking on a life of its own#also it's not set in a specific time period it's just about the vibes
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14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” for adrian x mc?
N/A: Thank you for the prompt @detectivedumortain 😊 I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you will like it!
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Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Ellie)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Alcohol consumption
Category: Random fluff
Summary: Bloodbound AU (after book 1 – the events of book 2 never happened) – While Ellie is gone out with her friends, Adrian receives a much unexpected message from her after she has had one too many drinks…
Inspired by prompt #14 from Prompt List #1: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
Words: 2450
**Disclaimer: Characters and background plot are the property of Pixelberry.**
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The hangover
Adrian was lying lazily on his couch, nose buried deep in the folds of an old worn-out book, when a sound made him jump out of his concentration, drawing his attention to the phone lying face down on the coffee table. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the device and the page he very much wanted to keep exploring. When the ping was immediately followed by another four, he smiled fondly and dropped the book onto his lap, knowing with certainty who these texts would be from.
*You don’t know what you’re missing*
*Drop your boring book and join us*
*I promise you won’t regret it*
*They have that fancy whiskey you love, Macallan Sherry Oak*
*And play decent music that even you would approve of*
Her texts made him chuckle, secretly filling him with warmth knowing that she was thinking about him on her night out with Lily and a few of their friends. As much as Adrian wanted to spend all of his time with her if he could, he was convinced that they both needed some time for themselves once in a while. Especially when Ellie and Lily were planning to meet with some of their common friends, with whom it was always a little tricky to keep up appearances to make sure they did not find out about the vampire world.
Adrian was not a huge fan of texting, but he couldn’t leave her hanging. That, and he also did appreciate the chance to interact a little with her despite the distance.
*Macallan Sherry Oak, hum? Consider me impressed*
The fact that she remembered which whiskey his favourite was made him smile. She did not lie during her interview: she did have a great memory.
*Sounds tempting, but maybe another time? I feel that I’d enjoy this new bar way more with you alone*
Once he read over his text again, he worried for a second that it might have been a tad too blunt. He really needed to get a hand around these ‘emoji’ thingies, and start using those. It took a few minutes until the phone pinged again with her response.
*Is that a date then, Mr Raines?*
The winking smiley face ending her message eased his worries instantly. Another proof that emojis did actually have a purpose.
*Sure it is, Miss Reed*
His answer was met with a flurry of pictograms, making him smile brightly, before he drifted back to his reading, confident that Ellie would be soon too distracted by her friends to continue their exchange. And he was right. His phone remained awfully quiet for hours, letting him indulge in his ‘boring book’ (her words) and slowly doze off on the sofa.
When he eventually woke up from his unexpected nap, his attention was captured by the flickering light of his phone, indicating that he had missed a few notifications while he was out. A couple of work emails, a few newsflash from his financial news app, and... eleven text messages, and five missed calls. All from Ellie.
He raised up quickly to sit properly and open the messages, a ball forming in his throat at the idea that maybe something had happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. This woman had a talent for trouble. But his worries faded instantly upon browsing quickly over her texts, which were... nothing but a succession of random pictures of her evening, accompanied by random sentences full of typos. The series of text ended with a bunch of random fruit and veg emoji that Adrian was not quite sure how to interpret.
Adrian chortled at this. Well, the girls were having a good night by the looks of it!
Checking the timing of her missed calls, he saw that these had been only a few minutes apart, but that she had eventually left a couple of voice messages. He could not repress a laughter upon hearing her inebriated voice as he started listening to the first recording, nearly able to picture from her pitch the blissful smile that must have adorned her lips as she spoke.
*Hey, handsome! I guess you’re probably asleep or something but... huumm, I just wanted to hear your voice... because I... hum, well... I guess ‘cause I’m missing you like crazy right now and I wish you were here... although tis’ probably best you’re not, you’d probably be embarrassed of my sorry drunk ass right now but... aaarh, I guess I just wanted you to know that I miss you, even if I see you aaaalll the tiiiime and... aaarrg I probably shouldn’t say that... you’re goin’ to freak out and think I’m like some kind of overly needy panda bear clinging to your leg... oh god, why the hell am I sayin’ t...* /end of message/
Adrian’s smile was nearly reaching his ears by the time that first message was cut by the robotic voice, the corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement, but his eyes gleaming with warmth at the sound of Ellie’s declaration. The seconds he had to wait for the next voice message to play nearly seemed interminable.
*Hum, well... sorry about that... hum… right, hum… nevermind! Well, I should probably get going now and leave you to whatever your old ass is doin’ right now but… aaarh I guess I’ll see you soon at work on Monday anyway… or before if you want, or… but if you don’t that’s fine… aaarh ok, that’s me hanging up now, before I get even weirder… byyyye!! I love you!.......... ooohhh sh…* /end of message/
Well. That was a hell of a message. Adrian was beaming, the sound of her voice still ringing in his ears, the sweetness and awkwardness of her ramble warming his body all over. And his heart was slowly restarting after it had jumped and landed with a thud when he had heard her last words.
He had definitely not been expecting that. Neither did she, by the sound of the muttered curse that seemed to have followed. Neither of them had spoken these words before. Neither of them had dared rushing things by voicing their feelings out loud. Although to Adrian, those feelings were as clear as day. Silently expressed in the way he looked at her, touched her, cared for her. But he did not want to presume that Ellie was feeling the same, although he had been desperately hoping so. Hearing her saying it out loud was a relief, an unexpected gift that he was not still entirely sure he deserved.
But what to do now? Should he say it back? Run to find her to tell her he felt the same? She might not even remember saying it, judging by the state of intoxication she seemed to have been under when she called. She might even regret it, or might not have even meant it. The conflicting thoughts now rushing through his head instantly washed down the smile from his lips. Oh God, it was like being a teenager all over again!
He had to go and see her. At least to check if she had made it home ok.
His mood swinging from elation to anxiety as he was replaying her messages in his head, he made his way to Lily’s and Ellie’s apartment, eager to see her but nervous about what he should say. That journey seemed to last forever. So did waiting at the door for someone to let him in, his ears trained on the slow and familiar heartbeat he could hear through the solid wood. Luckily, Lily was quick to answer the door, although she was clearly surprised.
“Hey A!” she greeted him with a smile, before furrowing her brows in concern. “Oh no, what kind of messages did she send you? Did she freak you out?! That was a bit of a struggle at some point to get her hands away from her stupid phone..!”
“No, no, don’t worry Lily”, he reassured her. “I… I just wanted to check up on her as the night seemed to have been quite… wild?”.
Lily sniggered at his choice of words. “Oh yeah, that was a good night!”, she beamed, gesturing for him to come in, before adding with a grin, “… although I don’t know what Ellie would say right now… I had kind of forgotten the lovely after-effects that overly sweet and cheap cocktails can have on a human organism… and so did she, I reckon.”
Lily giggled a little at this, shooting an adorable apologetic grin at Adrian as if to prevent him from even thinking about blaming her for Ellie’s massive hangover. If she had reached that stage yet.
“Well, may I go and see the damage for myself?” he asked with a grin.
“Be my guest! But I hope you have learnt how to block your nostrils over the years, coz in there... yuk!”
They both shared a laugh at this, as Adrian dropped his coat and jacket on a chair before heading towards Ellie's room, bracing himself as he knocked softly at the door “Ellie? May I come in?”
His call was met by the sounds of ruffling sheets and by an intelligible grumble that he interpreted as a ‘yes'. Slowly pushing the door open, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room to find Ellie’s form, surprisingly not tucked in the sheets, but instead awkwardly sat on the floor by her bed. Her cheek was resting on the edge of the mattress, her arms sprawled around her head lazily as if to prevent herself from slipping off to the floor.
Adrian quietly crossed the room to kneel by her side, laying a comforting hand between her shoulder blades while reaching over her arm to brush away the sticky strands of hair from her face, revealing a pale figure staring ahead into nothingness, her mouth slightly open as she was taking in shallow breaths.
“Oh sweetheart…” he sighted softly, offering her a warming smile as her eyes finally seemed to have focused on him. Caressingly gently the burning skin of her temple, he offered: “Do you want to stay down here, or do you want me to move you to the bed?”
It took Ellie a while to answer, as if gathering her thoughts as well as her strength to voice them was beyond achievable for her. She finally nodded weakly, her lips finally moving to let her feeble voice out: “I tried but… couldn’t get back on the bed after I…”.
Nodding back at her to show her that she did not need to say any more, he pressed a quick peck on her forehead before gently moving around to collect her limp body in his arms and deposit her carefully onto the bed. Helping her out of her clothes was the next step, and Ellie did not complain whatsoever during the whole process, focused on keeping her eyes closed to try to ignore what this shuffling around was doing to her stomach. Once he was done, Adrian sat by her side on the edge of the bed, one hand holding hers onto his lap, the other on the side of her neck so he could brush his thumb over her cheek soothingly.
“Sounded like you had a great night yesterday” Adrian teased, as Ellie looked at him with foggy eyes, attempting to raise a sceptical brow but failing miserably.
“Yes we had… but” she had to stop for a second, her stomach heaving dangerously, “not so much fun now”.
“Yes I can imagine”, he chuckled lightly, his eyes roaming over her features to check everything else was alright.
Lost in the peaceful silence that was filling in the room as she was gradually relaxing next to him, securely tucked in in the bedsheets, Adrian had nearly forgotten why he had initially rushed to her place. That was until he saw her eyes suddenly snap open and her brow furrow, as she broke the silence to ask: “Wait… what do you mean by ‘sounded like you had a great night’?”
Well, at least that answered his previous concern that she might not remember was she had said in her messages. He could just pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, and leave it at that, hoping that those words would grace her lips once more in the near future, under better circumstances. Hopefully. Except he did not want to pretend. Or could not.
“You don’t remember calling me last night?”, he asked softly, unable to hide the gleam of expectation in his eyes.
Her frown and confused gaze answered his question before her lips did. “No I….” she started, before suddenly widening her eyes in silent realisation, as glimpses of last night’s drunk endeavours resurfaced to hit her in the face. Eyes wide, she was starting to remember… bits after bits… and then all of it.
“Oh nooooo…”, she muttered, the blood somehow suddenly finding its way back to her cheeks despite the weakness of her body. If the flush of her skin and the thumping of her heart were not enough to ensure Adrian that she was now remembering everything she had said, the sheepish smile that adorned her face as she dropped her eyes to their joined hands was proof enough.
Squeezing her hand a little more tightly, he braced himself: “Ellie, I…”
But as he was about to speak, Ellie suddenly straightened up in the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and she heaved once more, her body violently reminding her that now was not the time for heart-to-heart conversations. No. Now was the time for her to pay the consequences for over indulging on G&Ts and margaritas a few hours before.
Clutching Adrian’s arm to keep herself up, she pleaded weakly, the corner of her mouth curled in a feeble smile that showed that she was admitting defeat: “Adrian, please… just… please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to…. I’m gonna need you to carry me to the bathroom…”.
If Adrian was a little disappointed, he did not show it. Probably because he knew that now was clearly not the right time to discuss this. And probably because he could see the reassurance in her eyes that she was not going to take her words back. They would get to this part again eventually, there was no point in rushing things just because the alcohol had loosened her lips.
Smiling at her warmly, he simply nodded, pushing the bedsheets away to cradle her trembling body once more in his arms and carry her to the bathroom. She was right. Now was not the right time. He would tell her. Eventually. Just not right now.
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First Lines Tagging Meme
I'M SO HAPPY TO BE TAGGED IN THIS TWICE! Thank you @ink-flavored and @clyde-side !! (I almost just did this on my own too because I love babbling about my own fics...)
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.
Now pinned and under a cut because it became a really long, really good introduction to me and my stories!
Hello!
Unnecessary and overly wordy introduction/personal musings: I love opening lines so much. When I worked at a bookstore, I used to open books and hardcore judge them on their first lines. I had barely any free time to read at that point so if it didn’t grab me in the first line or two, I put it back. The first Harry Potter book is actually in my pile of really good openers. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” (Subtle alliteration, HELLO??) So I'm super excited to see if my own first lines come even close to the standards that I apply to other people lol. MY OWN MONEY IS ON NO. I have the feeling that I'm so frantic trying to get the story down on paper before the good words disappear from my head that I'm not actually paying attention to the first line. BUT LET'S SEE, SHALL WE.
So just straight up going backwards, I've written and posted TWO BRAND NEW THINGS after being away from fandom almost entirely for 10+ years! They're drabble length but they're shiny and new! <3 (All available fics are linked!)
1. Tango:
She teaches them to dance so that they can dance with her but when Atem gets that mischievous smirk on his face and pulls Yugi into his arms, their bodies spark and the dance floor smolders at their heels.
(The fic is so short that this is a full 1/5 of it but actually, I think I crammed all the good stuff right into that first line. This already might be my favorite. Like it says there in the line itself, Puzzleshipping.)
2. No Betting:
Anzu sat at the kitchen table writing carefully calculated answers onto sticky notes before attaching them to a fourth-grade math worksheet.
(Peachshipping! This one doesn't pop off until about line five so here's the rest of that bit:)
She had the same arrangement with her spouse as most parents had. When the kids were good they were hers. When they were bad, they were his. And when they were winning at games because they picked up rules with uncanny speed and read their opponents with more insight than ought to be available to a child, they were definitely, definitely his.
3. If you wanted honesty that's all you had to say (working title):
When he realized that the figure sitting under the game shop display window and smoking wasn’t Ryou, the physical body response was as though it had discovered a coiled snake not two feet away.
(This one! It's a NEW half finished(?) WIP. I actually started this one before the drabbles but wanted to finish before posting it. Then it got out of hand, then work got out of hand, then I started a couple more projects and well. I keep putting words on it though and eventually there will be a Kleptoshipper that turns into Puzzle and Tender for your reading enjoyment. Also, fair warning - don't use song lyrics as a working title. Every time I look at the document I get the song stuck in my head.)
Now we have polished up reposts of old stories for their move to AO3, where I'll basically keep my master archive. Not full re-writes but I fixed a bunch of typos and awkward sentences and they're much stronger for it. Most of these are from a pairings contest way back when so LOTS of different pairings and lots of AUs!
4. Human:
It was like a bad noir, the thought crossed both of their minds.
(Scifi AU, Rivalshipping. That one's not bad for a first line. Actually no link at the time of writing cause the re-edit is going up in like, a half hour? an hour? a half day? It's my next project after finishing this, finishing up the edit and posting it on AO3. Now with link!)
5. Blood:
Fingers through midnight black hair, whispers in his ear, touches that sizzled along the skin, awakening nerves and senses.
(Dungeonshipping, Pegasus x Otogi, vampires AU. Oh that’s a nice first line! <3)
6. Crazy for You:
The keys are too large and too heavy for the doctor more used to more modern facilities but she doesn't say anything, just follows the orderly as he pulls the large door open.
(Manipulashipping, Anzu x Marik, Psychward AU. Still one of my favorites from that era. Big bold warning though, THIS ONE CONTAINS NON-CON)
7. Finality:
“What are you doing here?”
“Saying goodbye.” Bakura’s translucent arms swept across the graveyard. “Is this not an appropriate place for it?”
(First two or so bits of dialogue as the first first is a generic question. You can tell this is one of the really old ones just by that but it's a sweet, sad little Tendershipper that still has a special place in my heart.)
8. Pieces of You:
Glitter caught the light, leaving shimmering trails in the air as it got everywhere.
(Glittershipping, Anzu x Kisara. Another one that's special to me. Kisara is my girl and my first writing muse. <3)
9. Cambodia:
“It was summer of fifty three...”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute, it can't have been fifty three. You might be that ancient but I'm not. It must have been sixty three.”
(Jiishipping. Yes. Sugoroku x Arthur. HEY, IT CAME UP IN THE RANDOM DRAW FOR THE SHIPPING CONTEST OK. And my writer's brain hasn't backed down from a challenge yet... Another one that takes 4 lines to pop off but it's a good start. Actually, here's the rest of the bit just because I cannot get enough of these two bickering:)
“What do you mean it must have been sixty three? You don't even know what story I'm trying to tell.”
“Am I in it?”
“What?”
“So you're deaf now as well as daft? AM I IN IT?”
“Of course you're in it, y'old coot. Don't know why I'd tell a story without you in it when both grandkids are sitting here.”
10. Coffee and Cigarettes:
"Cigarettes and coffee? That's not a very healthy lunch."
Mana crossed her legs and took a refined sip of her own coffee even as her company was not.
(Mischiefshipping, Mana x Thief King Bakura. Oh this one I'm actually sad that it doesn't immediately sparkle in the first line cause it's one of my absolute favorites of everything I've written. And I think it's the only time I've ever written Mana but I LOVED IT AND HER. Oh no! I lied, I've written her at least one other time though I don't think that one quite captures her sheer chaos energy like this one does.)
11. A Million Missed Chances:
Somewhere along the line, someone made a choice.
(This one. THIS ONE. I think this is by far the most epic idea I've tackled. I still don't know if the sheer scale of the thing came across in the actual fic but in my head it was massive and I remember pounding away at my teeny tiny laptop late at night because the whole thing hit me maybe a day or so before the story was due for the pairings contest. We only had a week to write each fic and my really good ideas never came to me before the very last minute. T.T Conquestshipping, Mai x Valon.)
12. A Fear of Falling:
She drove.
Like she always did when something bothered her.
(Oh the first chapter on this is also one of the really ancient ones. Like one of the very first things I wrote. That first chapter really shows its age and is a little shaky but the others are better and the last one is what fits into the chorological order here. Polarshipping, Jou x Mai. One of my very first ships. Probably THE first actually <3)
13. What Our Creators Make Us:
"Well, well." The match flared, scattering dark shadows until it was blown out and the only light that remained was the red glow from the cigarette end. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
(Psychoshipping, Marik x Spirit of the Ring Bakura. With a bit of Bronze, Angst and Tender in the follow up. Old but I'm ridiculously proud of it, hence it's place in the master archive. Ahaha you can tell how old it is though by how clever I think I am. I thought it was funny to make my audience figure out who was talking and not reveal the characters for a good fourth to third of the fic. Ahhhhhhh. Sorry about past me.)
14. A Revolution of the Spirit:
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.
That they were close was understandable (you don't get much closer than sharing headspace) but that even now, after deals were made with gods, endless arguments, compromises and the ultimate guilt trip that he had only been a teenager when he willingly sacrificed himself for all of humanity, things she had only half seen and only partly understood even though they had all been there to witness, that even now Atem continued to invade Yugi's personal space as though he belonged there got on her nerves.
(Woah Nelly! That third sentence should probably be three, four and five. Even if I just split it in half we'd continue the pattern of things popping off in the fourth line. I think that's one pattern that's emerging! A really good bit takes me about four lines to set up and deliver! Oh, the challenge was Revolutionshipping, Anzu x Atem, but the fic is actually Spiritshipping, Anzu x Yugi x Atem.)
So confession time, I haven't been out of fandom completely, I just hadn't written my own standalone stories in a very long time. There are a few (ok ok more than a few) long-running rps that @miss-moberg and I have been adding to on and off over the years. I can't resist throwing in a couple of these.
15. Cafe!
The door shut behind them with the soft click of the latch and the exhale of a breath long held.
(This opening line was from December of 2020 when we rebooted a very old Prideshipper and that is a damn good opening line if I do say so myself. I can definitely see the difference now between the newer works and the older ones. I've gotten better, she's matched me pace for pace and eventually something will be finished, I'll work up the courage to ask permission to post it and the whole internet will get to see how brilliant the two of us are together.)
16. Treasure Hunt!
"Ryou, I think you're going to regret letting me tag along on your adventuring this time." Yugi didn't bother turning away from the airplane's tiny window to see if his seatmate was paying attention. He was more thinking out loud with his friend playing the role of a convenient sounding board. "Because I think this trip is the only thing I'm going to talk about ever again."
(One more from RP because it's got that fun, four line punch that we've discovered is a pattern for me! Opening entry is from 2017.)
Also, in truth, my count is a little off when I say I'd been out of fandom 10+ years. I've been away from YGO for that long but I did spend a brief stint in Homestuck where I read a ton of fanfic, flirted with a couple group RPs and even wrote a tiny bit. 9 years without writing a new fic isn't as impressive as saying ‘over a decade’ but it is a little more accurate.
17. What You Will:
In the land of fair Illyria, along a small, sandy stretch of its rocky shore, a ship has come to ruin and one lone woman lies still as death among broken wood.
(The beginning of a Homestuck/Twelfth Night crossover that I'm still determined to work more on someday. It's only got a single chapter but it's magic though now I'm concerned about not being able to recapture that. Not a bad first line though. The style is so different it took me reading it a couple times before going, oh yeeeeeah, that's pretty good!)
18. Relentless:
You pull him to the deck and then across it by the remains of his shirt. Let him say one last goodbye. His ship pillaged, his crew murdered, his hands bound behind his back and at your mercy.
Funny word, that. Mercy.
(The first line is pretty decent but there's that four line combo again! Five but I could basically fix that with a comma. Featuring the troll ancestors Mindfang and Dualscar because every time Hussey introduced new characters they were instantly my favorite.)
19. Black:
There is dark and there is dark and there is dark and then there is black. She is black. Licorice and coal. She is hate and resentment and everything that tastes bitter, the kind of black that coats the tongue like oil, drips down the back of the throat and keeps going.
(Oh wow. Am I allowed to say that about my own work? A Terezi/Vriska drabble that I'm putting as much here as I think I can get away with because it's so good that it fucks me up a little going back and reading it.)
And here it gets tricky because I think the more recent of the old, old fics are in the Drabbles and Shorts collection on ff.net and I can't see a post date. So I'll just pick a good one to end on.
20. Two Princes:
It was inevitable as the rising of Ra's chariot after a long night, as the flooding of the river banks every spring, and Atem always knew that Yugi's kiss would be as warm and gentle as the evening breeze in the summer that brought relief from the scorching day. It was.
(How about the final honor going to more Puzzle/Blind? This probably has the strongest first line of its era. Actually I'm not sure when it was written. It was just hanging out in my writing folder and, thinking about it, I probably wrote it when I was fading from fandom the first time around but still trying to hang in there. No wait! That’s too sad, we can’t end on that! Lets add one more to the list for the sake of personal narrative!)
21. Linger:
The world doesn't need him anymore. It doesn't need his sword and it doesn't need his pen.
(A tiny Princess Tutu afterward that I wrote for myself. Nice one-two punch in the opener. Also it rounds out the personal story that accidentally developed here with a line later in the fic, "Words, however, never stray far from a good writer..." Like, wait, stop. Past me, how did you know T.T)
Did that take a sudden emotional turn for anyone else or was that just me. Can I offset that a little with an honorable mention? Let’s do that while I collect myself. Here’s one more.
Honorable mention: Ryou and the Thief
There was a storm gathering and too much magic in the air. Much more than occurred naturally and magic at this level was never a good thing.
(I can’t have a list of things I’ve written without having Ryou and the Thief on it. If you click on this one though, BEWARE, it’s old, it’s silly and it has a ton of explicit gay sex that… would be written very differently if we were handling it today I’m sure! This is the first RP @miss-moberg and I ever did together and our excuse to Gemship and Puzzleship turned into us running the boys through a whole adventure based on the Osiris myth. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever completed and I’d still consider it kind of my legacy.)
And that’s the last 21(+1!) stories that I’ve written!
The clear winner of best first line for me is 15. Cafe! It’s short, elegant and manages to contain a whole mood even without the context of what’s going on and who’s involved. (Spoilers: It’s Seto and Mokuba making an AU escape from Gozoboro.) Close second is Tango, the most recent story. It’s neat to see just how much better I’ve gotten and also really cool to see that even if the first line itself doesn’t contain a punch, it’s usually because there’s a nice, strong idea being set up and delivered in the first four lines (or so). What a pleasant surprise!
AND WOW, this whole tag thing didn't need to be so long! Or personal! Seriously, if you get this tag from me the challenge is only to list the first lines to 20 stories and maybe try to draw one or two conclusions from them. You all thought I was joking when I said I loved talking about my own writing! But actually, I guess it’s fine like this as I ended up using it as a way to re-introduce myself. Like, "Hey, I used to live here a long time ago and oh my god I love what you've done with the place!" Rather than being someone who's just popped up out of nowhere a few weeks ago to creepily bother all your best of the best creators so....
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Thanks for letting me ramble!
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BnHA Chapter 268: Please Don’t Tap on the Glass
Previously on BnHA: Dabi revealed his true identity to Hawks! His real name is actually [sound of semi truck horns blaring]. What’s that? You didn’t hear me? I said it’s [sound of dolphins chattering]. You really need to listen better. Anyway, so Dabi set Hawks on fire a bunch of times, and Hawks had some flashbacks indicating that Endeavor saved him when he was a small child, and just when it was starting to look like we might get our second tragic death chapter in a row, Tokoyami showed up to defend his mentor! Meanwhile in Jakku, Miruko remembered that even though kicking ass is fun and she’s really good at it, she still had a job to do, so she sped off toward Ujiko’s little hideaway, getting stabbed and impaled a bunch of times along the way and losing an ear and shit (I very much look forward to the cyberpunk robot-limbed Miruko 2.0 that we had better fucking get once this arc is over). Fortunately Endeavor showed up to help her out! Anyway, so absolutely no one was talking about this last week, but the chapter totally ended with Miruko about to bust open Tomura’s bacta tank with a badass roundhouse kick, so, uh. Shit might be about to go down you guys.
Today on BnHA: Shit does indeed go down, but at a very languid pace. Ujiko apparently built Tomura’s holding tank out of Nokia phones and kevlar, so even though Miruko gets a few good kicks in, she ultimately doesn’t do more than just crack it. So now the tank is just standing there leaking ominously while Ujiko sobs for no reason and we all ponder whether or not a 75%-charged Tomura will be any less doom-harbinging than the full-fledged deal. In the meantime we’ve got Girl Noumu thinking strategic thoughts and chucking acid at peeps; Crust still doing absolutely nothing; Endeavor not doing that much better to be honest; and Mic and Aizawa ready and raring to go kill the old man who turned their dead buddy into a sentient Einstein-Rosen bridge. Obviously I’m all in favor of this last bit, but I’m also on team “Mic and Aizawa not dying horribly” though, so. I do have some concerns here.
full disclosure, I’m very sleep-deprived for various reasons related to various things which can be broadly summed up as Just 2020 In General. so anyway, I’m dealing with it, but I’ve noticed that my rate of typos and errors and such has shot waaaaay up in this past week or so, so I’m just putting that out there that you may find some weird shit in this post! maybe I will write the same sentence maybe I will write the same sentence multiple times, or or the same word twice in a row by mistake, or use the completely wrong word. you are more than welcome to point this out and I will not take any offense and will indeed be grateful because I’ve apparently gone blind to it all! anyway so how are you I hope everyone is well
anyway! the chapter is early (god for all I know it’s been out for hours already. HOW FAR BEHIND AM I) so I’m recapping it early so that I will have more time to play Animal Crossing and fish and craft all of my troubles away. speaking of which Horikoshi, you had better not bring me any troubles this week, I am not in the mood do you hear
good fucking lord
is all of that Miruko’s blood??!? god, she’s even better at bleeding than everyone else. now hold up all you excited vampires, you all can get in line, I was here first
by the way Endeavor, I gave you a pass last week because your entrance was so fucking raw and you saved my girl’s life and that was really neat my man. but now that I’ve recovered from my shock and awe and am ready to be sarcastic once more, I just want to say... welcome to the party, guy. did you stop for drive-thru on your commute from the other side of the planet. were you simply not immune to the bizarre 5th dimensional time-stands-still effects of March 2020. are you curious at all how your son has changed during these past 20 years, and by “son” I am referring not to Dabi, but Shouto. are you looking forward to meeting all of Shouto’s children. are you excited to be a granddad. anyway thank you so fucking much for finally making your way down to this lair with all the speed and haste of a federal appeals process
and I see Crust is still fighting this guy after six decades
(ETA: I would be more upset about the scan quality here, but let’s face it, nobody actually cares about seeing this in HD. I’m sorry Crust.)
and we’re really expected to believe this is the very next ranked hero below Miruko. could it be that the hero ranking system is actually flawed. don’t tell me. I’m just as shocked as you are
seriously??
are we really going to stop and chat with Geriatric Hero: Crust over here. really. far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, Number One. but I’m just saying, I’m pretty sure he does still have... let’s just check... one... two... yep, two arms. not that I’m saying your system for prioritizing which of your fellow heroes to help out should be based off of the number of arms they have. but also I am saying that
OH SONNY BOY
is that a two-page panel of Aizawa Hatake Kakashi Shouta and his loyal husband Screaming Man leaping into the fray to take on some high end Noumus with their bad and sexy selves. I think that’s exactly what it is. are we blessed or are we blessed. Aizawa I’m pleased to see you haven’t aged a day and are looking just as fine as ever in this the year 2045
oh wow Endeavor I thought you had incinerated it
why wouldn’t you incinerate it. please incinerate it. did you not learn your lesson. please don’t start taking your cues from Dilly Dally Hero: Crust over here
oh wow
and yet Miruko was kicking all of their asses like they were made of plywood. really though guys. only number five. okay
Aizawa’s shouting that he wasn’t able to erase that last Noumu who was impaling Miruko because his vision was obstructed. that’s okay Aizawa, that’s why Endeavor is hopefully about to incinerate him
oh snap here we go
again, one has to wonder what kinds of interactions with rabbits Horikoshi has had in his troubled young life so as to influence his writing of Miruko’s quirk in such a way. did you at some point get rabbits confused with... I don’t even know. polar bears?! not that I’m fucking complaining holy shit
anyway, so just a friendly reminder that if Miruko dies here I will in fact push the button which triggers the hidden ejector seat built into Horikoshi’s office chair. he will be missed. but he had a good run
ho lyyyyyyy shit
so... Miruko I love you but... then why would you break the fucking vat apart with your moon-powered legs. Miruko. Miruko are you listening. oh shit she’s missing an ear I forgot. oh shit. oh shit
MIRUKO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU JUST KICK THE BALD MAN IN THE LAB COAT INSTEAD goddammit well it’s been nice knowing y’all
well then. so this is happening. this is really happening. at least she saved us all from having to face the 100%-charged world-ending Tomura somewhere down the line. instead all we have to do is face the 74%-charged Tomura right fucking now. so that’s. ...I wonder how Tokoyami is doing
holy shit!
leave it to Girl Noumu to be the smart one. for a minute I thought maybe Ujiko had given her Ragdoll’s long-lost quirk. but then I realized that this isn’t a quirk at all, this is just her being smart and using her Big Noumu Brain. anyway so I’m preemptively sorry for having to root against you, Girl Noumu
so now she’s pondering how to disable Aizawa’s quirk. meanwhile I just remembered that we haven’t seen her quirk yet I think. please let it be something good
oh snap she ran away and made it out of Aizawa’s sight range oh fuck
the fuck is up with this thicc fucking Girl Noumu page I can’t tell wtf is going on
LOL OH SHIT
NOT TO WORRY GUYS SHE’S JUST SHOOTING BIG GIANT GLOBS OF ACID AT EVERYONE. can anyone tell if Endeavor has incinerated this Noumu yet down in the middle panel on the left. what is the fucking holdup
and now there’s a big double page of Miruko shattering Tomura’s Noumu Vat, and I can’t quite tell, but it looks like her eyes might be rolling back in a way which I decidedly do not like
(ETA: nah on closer inspection we’re good.)
didn’t she just do this like four pages ago. and how the hell did Tomura suddenly jump from 74% to 75% in like .2 seconds
oh thank god she’s still awake. but now she’s being dragged back now by the Noumu’s bone appendage things because Endeavor SERIOUSLY CANNOT GET HIS FUCKING ACT TOGETHER LONG ENOUGH TO FUCKING LIGHT ITS BRAIN TO ASHES ALREADY, LIKE SERIOUSLY THOUGH. WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL OF THAT TALK ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING FAST AND THE DIFFERENCE A SPLIT SECOND MAKES
Miruko if we make it out of this alive, I’m promoting you to number one. Fatgum will be number two. the only two pro heroes in this arc who have actually impressed me at all. shame on the rest of you. shame
so now somehow or some way Miruko is being flung into Endeavor at the speed of light
I don’t understand this at all. did the Noumu retract those bone whips back into its body superfast while dragging Miruko back with them and somehow it managed to avoid being hit by her projectile body but Endeavor took the impact straight on. this doesn’t make any kind of sense to me with my admittedly rudimentary understanding of physics. but then again it is a fucking manga so I’m not about to call NASA and ask them if this could really happen. so this was a waste of a paragraph I guess!! my bad!!
swear to god this is like the fifth panel of Ujiko just screaming. please just stop. what do you have to be worried about anyway? although if Tomura suddenly went crazy upon awakening and just straight up killed you for no reason, that sure would be delightful! that wouldn’t happen, though. or would it
WHAT IS THIS FUCKING FISH TANK MADE OF
IS THIS A TUBE OF GLASS OR A FUCKING FALLOUT SHELTER
ENDEAVOR I’M GLAD YOU’RE CONCERNED ABOUT MIRUKO BECAUSE I AM TOO, AND ALSO IT’S ALWAYS NICE TO SEE THAT YOU DO HAVE A HEART, BUT ALSO MAYBE JUST LEAVE HER FOR NOW THOUGH, SERIOUSLY??
though on the other hand it’s already too late to stop this inevitable tide, so maybe at this point they should all just get the fuck out of there instead. at least Miruko did her fucking job and saved you all from having to face the invincible unstoppable version. that’ll be a real comfort to everyone when he’s out laying waste to the countryside, I’m sure. but still
-- oh no
the boys heard that. listen you guys, I want Ujiko to die as much as anyone, but I’m gonna need you to not go anywhere near Shigaraki fucking Tomura now or ever. please. do you hear me?? you two still have both of your ears goddammit I want some acknowledgement
-- NO!!!
(ETA: is that. a fucking Tomura dialogue bubble. something stirs in the east. a sleepless malice. the eyes of the enemy are moving.)
THE MANGA GIVETH AND THE MANGA TAKETH AWAY nooooo from 20 pages last week back down to the usual 17. I got spoiled. I expected too much. sob
so now we settle in to wait two weeks to see if Mic’s piercing tones can shatter this fucking adamantium tank like a wine glass. I’m not sure I’m ready for the Noumuraki Tomuracalpse you guys. then again by this point I’m braced for just about anything though so bring it
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Like Its Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #2
A/N: This is shitty and I apologize, the original part 2 deleted itself and I had to re-write it :) so here it is!! Hope you all enjoy!
PART ONE IF YOU MISSED IT!
WARNINGS : Sex again, Language, Unprotected Sex.
WORDS : 3,084 (might have typos because i’m a tired bitch)
"Never." He called back, I giggled slightly at his answer. He now stood at the doorway, a towel around his waist. "I'm being serious, stay for like a week." I was confused. We met yesterday, hooked up, and now he wants me to stay for a week? And I'm actually considering it.
"You've got to be joking. Why?"
"Why not? I really like you, I think we could have fun, and I can take care of you." He shrugged as if it was nothing. I was speechless at the thought of staying with, having nights like the one we just had. I will admit it doesn't sound too bad.
"Fuck it, why not." I was shocked at my own response, but it was the truth, fuck it.
"Amazing, but we do have to bring it up with my roommate." Shit his roommate, was he here all night?! Did he hear us? Oh god I hope not. "He won't care though, if anything he'll think you're cute and for sure want you to stay. He's been away visiting family anyways, he'll be in a good mood." He answered my question without me even needing to ask. Thank god. He stepped towards the circular bed that laid in front of a huge window that overlooked the sunny city.
"Hopefully he says yes." I shifted myself over so I left some more room for him to climb in. He allowed his towel to drop to the floor, accompanying me in the huge bed.
"You're gorgeous, especially in this light." I smiled, I was excited to try this out. He's been kind to me ever since I've gotten here, maybe he was luring me in to kill me, oh well, he was cute and interesting so it's worth it.
"When can we get my stuff?" We both laid on our sides facing each other and used our hands to support our head off the bed, the lighting in here was marvelous. The whole room glowed with natural light, everything about it felt happier. His eyes reminded me of an emerald stone that had just been found, a light layer of dirt along the edges reminding you of its purity, they were beautiful and took everything in you to not fall.
"We can go today if you really need to."
"Well - I need to get my work projects done, and extra clothes, along with the essentials like a toothbrush, etc."
"Quit your job, live here." That made me choke on my spit.
"Quit my job? Yeah right. I need to pay bills." He shrugged slightly once again. "Do you do this with all the girls you take home? Jump into major decisions the morning after fucking her brains out?" I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a little smirk. Damn he was cute.
"You're the first. You can have your own room if you'd like, or we can always share."
"I don't know why I'm actually considering this." I felt so weird. It was out of character to take someone to bed in the first night, beyond out of character to consider living with him. "How about a week at first, we can discuss further actions later."
"Sounds like a plan Miss Y/N. Still want to pick up your things?"
"We probably should."
We had just returned from the somber and boring base I call home, we assembled outfits for a wide range of events for we had no clue what was to come within our week. The loft was just as we had left it, the utensils and glass still laid on the kitchen floor, I knew we'd need to pick up the remains. Getting situated, I unpacked one of the two bags into the spare room, I attempted to push away the thoughts that tell me this is an absurd idea. I knew this was weird. My everyday life was boring, all I did was work until I had to take care of my needs, sleep, then do it all again. I needed to step out of character, and this was a huge step. A huge step is better than no step. Sighing as the last shirt was hung, I took the remaining bag to the bathroom in the hallway, overhearing the sound of Bens ringing phone in the kitchen. I ignored it, he was cleaning up in there so I knew he'd answer it on his own. The bathroom was well organized, I was suspecting clutter but to my surprise, most things were neatly packed away in the drawers. I left some of my things in the bag such as my makeup, perfume, and lotion, but neatly put away the rest. Emerging from the bathroom, Ben was about a foot away from the door but stopped when he saw me, clearing his throat.
"He's on his way from the airport, just so you know there's not much time." My heart skipped a beat, I just unpacked and prepared myself for a week, this could all easily be crushed. "Okay?" He tilted his head down slightly to peer at me through hooded eyes.
"Yeah, just let me get dressed." I had been wearing the same dress from last night since I had no change of clothes, but as of now I have extra outfits here so it wouldn't hurt to change into something more casual, and clean. This dress also smelled of alcohol, I would rather give off a different first impression.
"Mind if I join?" He winked playfully, all it did was give me thoughts of last night. I stepped up to him, pushing him in the chest playfully.
"You're gonna have to work harder than that." It was my turn to wink, I then went to the room in which I would stay.
"I didn't work too hard last night." I rolled my eyes.
Approximately 20 minutes passed since I've finished gathering myself together so I looked presentable, a bit of me was excited to meet Joe, who was highly talked about. I sat on the grey linen woven cushion that was coupled in front of the gas fire place in the living room of the flat, I ran my sweaty palms against my jeans in hopes to release any jitters. I heard the sound of keys jiggle against the metal doorknob, Ben was in the kitchen doing one final wipe down on the counter as Joe entered. Before he came to put his luggage down in the front room, he exchanged a quick hello with Ben, all I could do was sit there until he noticed me, he immediately did when he passed the couch.
"Uh - Hello?" His voice and face showed his confusion. I was expecting him to have an accent but he spoke like an American. Ben quickly came in to save me from the awkward situation, I had no idea what so say in response.
"Joe, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Joe, my roommate." Joe still looked at me confused, but now his eyes traveled me up and down before his face slightly rested. "You're probably wondering why she's here."
"Yeah, that's a good assumption." Joe laughed slightly, putting his hands to his sides, you could tell he was a little socially awkward, at least with me.
"This might sound crazy, but hear me out." Joe rolled his eyes with a smirk. I wonder if he was used to that sentence by now. "We met last night at the bar down the street, we talked for a few hours and she said she needed a place to stay for about a week because a pipe burst in her apartment. So being the kind gentlemen we are, I thought we could offer her a place to stay." Joe looked at Ben questionably. Both him and I knew that was bullshit, this was the result of a one night stand gone rouge. Joe looked like he was pondering the thought.
"Okay." Before grabbing his luggage, he shrugged slightly at our skeptical faces and then walked to the stairs and headed to what I supposed was his bedroom. Both Ben and I looked at each other, now it has been decided that this will happen, I will be staying with two strangers for a week. What the fuck.
"Hm - That was easy." He practically laughed out the sentence. I was still taking in the information.
"Well, what now?" Now that we had a week together, what to do was questionable. We could go to his room, we could continue last night. We can sit here and play a game. Go and make food. For now, I was almost a roommate so we could do anything. He looked around and licked his lips as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Do you want to stay here or go out?" He now looked at me, making eye contact.
"Stay here, have you checked the weather?" He shook his head, now walking to a bookshelf that had what appeared to be board games.
"Mind if Joe joins us?" He looked back at me from a squatting position, holding a yellow box in his hand.
"Not at all."
We all sat near the leather ottoman, I placed myself on the floor, opposite from the couch Ben and Joe remained on. We were going to play Who In The Room but we settled on Never Have I Ever, but when you have done something, you're required to take a drink of the vodka in your cup.
"Okay, never have I ever gone to jail?" Joe talked cute, something about his voice was adorable. None of us took a drink, good thing to know I'm not in a room full of criminals.
"Never have I ever got fired from a job." Ben took a drink, I looked at him surprised. "Mister ambitious has gotten fired? How in the hell did that happen?" Joe chimed in after my question, apparently he's never heard the story either.
"Alright alright, I was working fast food and I absolutely hated it but I didn't want to say I quit. So I messed up every customers order and they eventually fired me."
"Weak." Joe practically read my mind.
"Well you guys aren't too interesting either. Also quit with the lame questions, never have I ever been the one tied up in bed." I slightly gulped, then took an embarrassed sip.
"Oh, so you're kinky? I can get on with that." Ben sent me a wink, what a dick.
"Whatever, it's Joes turn." I could feel my face beat bright red.
"Never have I ever hooked up with someone on the first night of meeting them." Well shit, both Ben and I took a drink at the same time, not daring to look at each other. The rest of the night was full of embarrassing questions and stories, and when we decided to end it, we were also pretty tipsy. Joe was really nice, I was surprised him and Ben were friends. Ben was also super cute, but very straight forward and gave off this confident atmosphere. Joe was gentler, it was hard to explain but I did like them both. In addition, Joe was hot too. It was around midnight and we all went to bed, I decided to sleep in a separate room tonight instead of with Ben because I didn't want Joe to suspect anything. I was afraid if he knew, he would kick me out. But Ben had an objection to this decision, of course, he kept saying that Joe wouldn't care.
"Come on, just come to my room for like an hour." Ben held my hips close to him while whispering in my ear, Joe was already upstairs but I was paranoid he'd walk into the hall and find me pinned against the wall, a hot mess.
"Ben, I told you not tonight." My small laugh probably convinced him otherwise. He pulled away to look at me. "Don't give me puppy dog eyes." He then proceeded to give me puppy dog eyes.
"We don't even have to have sex, I just want you there." After many 'pleases', he persuaded me to go with him. I had to admit, I was glad I was here. Since I got here, I've been treated amazingly. Once we entered his room and silently closed the door, we both crawled into the soft and slightly cold bed after we got undressed. "I enjoy having you around, and I can tell he does too." All was quiet but the hushed traffic outside.
"I enjoy being here." All I could imagine was what tomorrow would bring.
The sun blazed through the window, reflecting off the white decor in the room, which caused me to open my eyes. I didn't expect to fall asleep here, but looking back to last night, it was so warm in his embrace, even now I could fall asleep and drift away again. I could hear the man's light snores cuddled behind me, his strong arm was securely draped around my waist and brought a sense of security and bliss. I yawned, arching my back slightly, my eyes slightly widening when I felt a bulge against my ass.
"Ben?" I cleared my throat before talking, a slight grumble came from his mouth. "Ben."
"What?" He removed his arm in order to rub his eyes lazily.
"I think you have something you need to take care of." A confused hum came from his mouth, I laughed just a tiny bit before wiggling my ass. He groaned before holding my hips down.
"Don't." I felt the bed shift as he stood up to leave to the bathroom, I rose with him, following him to the destination. He placed himself in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair. I stood near the doorway, leaning against the doorframe while looking at him. "I was thinking we could just chill out today, watch tv, I have fifa and stuff." Something about the sight of him was driving me slightly insane, his hair was messy, his budge poking through his boxers, his bare chest. I just want his head between my thighs again.
"I have a better idea on how we can start off this morning." I couldn't help but look him up and down, he was a piece of art. He smirked back at me, approaching me now.
"You're gonna have to work harder than that." He shot me a wink before grabbing his phone and sitting at the edge of the bed. My blood slightly boiled at him using my words against me from yesterday. I crossed my arms, again following him. I had a better idea. I stood in front of him, bending down to sit on my knees, getting comfortable in front of him, he peered at me from behind his phone screen, in response I gave him an innocent smile. Although he continued to look at me suspiciously, I decided to continue with my plan. I used my hand to softy massage his thigh. I could see his jaw clench, it only made me wetter. "Y/N, what are you doing?"
"Nothing Sir." I batted my eyelashes at him, moving my hand closer to the clear boner he had.
"Princess, I don't think you want to do that." He finally put his phone down, paying full attention to me.
"The beneficial thing about me being here is I can fuck you all the time." I moved my hand to his covered bulge. Rubbing it through the fabric, he reclined onto his extended arms. I grinned up at him, pulling down the hem of his bottoms, giving me access. I scooted nearer, inclining forward, letting my back curve as my face was inches from his dick. I utilized one hand to hold myself off the floor, and took the other one to give him a couple of strokes before I used my tongue to lick his delicate tip. His head tossed back, groaning unobtrusively. I kept on gazing toward him through hooded eyes, teasing him by just licking the top. My hand wrapped immovably around his shaft, pumping it in a synchronized pace. I felt one of his hands take a fistful of my hair, pushing my head down. He filled the vast majority of my mouth, I still used my hand to pump whatever I couldn't fit. He left his hand in my hair, directing my head in a bobbing motion, every so often pushing down as far as I could go, holding it for a few seconds before allowing me to come up.
"Stand up." He released his grip from my hair and waited for me to remove my suction. I slipped off, I didn't bother to wipe the droll off my chin. I stood, keeping eye contact with him. He used his hands to pull my panties down and pull me near. He scooted more on the bed, leaving room for my knees on the edge. I hooked my arm around his neck and used my free hand to guide him into me. I sank into his lap, feeling him inside me again was a consolation. He sat up, his hands laid on my hips, bouncing me slightly up and down. I attempted to not moan, biting into his shoulder as he continuously hit my g-spot.
"Fuck - Sir, right there." I quietly squealed out earning a grunt like chuckle. In the midst of pleasure, the sound of the door could be heard opening behind me. Ben cursed loudly before using his hands to cover whatever he could of my ass.
"I should probably knock next time." I scrunched my face at Joes voice, I knew this would fucking happen.
"Well - um, mate could you like leave so we can get decent?" Ben cleared his throat, also obviously embarrassed.
"Before I go, I wanted to let you know I wanted to talk you."
"We'll be out in a sec." I used my hand to cover my face although no one could see, this is the worst thing ever.
"No, just you." He began to shut the door before it opened it fully again. "Also, good morning Y/N. Hope you slept well." Then the door closed.
"Oh god." I laughed into his chest, still bright red from the interaction.
"I did not expect that to happen, maybe we should lock the door next time?" We both stood up, getting dressed, clearly still embarrassed. "Stay here as I go talk to him. Alright?"
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Heard About Us: Three
A/N: This is the end. I’ll give my whole spiel about the creation of this later. It’s 2 AM, I’m tired and I need all the energy I can get to deal with 50 8-12 year old tomorrow. If there are any typos, charge it to my head and not my lack of intelligence. I don’t know if that makes sense. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,937
Warnings: Sexual themes.
ONE. TWO.
“My heaaaart, belongs to a roni! She’s my only looooove.” Chadwick’s singing rang out from the bedroom and grew louder as he approached Tasha in the bathroom. Still charged from the marathon sex of the afternoon, his hands found their way inside of his wife’s black silk dress to fondle her breasts while she applied powder to set her under eye concealer. “Give it a chance, girl. You’ll find romance, girl.”
“You singing to me or my pussy?”
“I’ll sing to both of y’all if we can cancel this reservation.”
“About that,” Tasha felt him groan into the crook of her neck, knowing that she was about to drop some news on him. “I invited my friend to join us tonight.”
“Your friend that had you away from me all night and day?”
“You’re such a baby. But, yes. Her husband will also join us. Is that, okay?”
He sighed and ran a hand over the crotch of her lace panties, “As long as I get to have you to myself when we get back.”
“I’m all yours, Daddy. I do have to warn you, though...”
“CoCo, you really know how to surprise a man. What now?”
“I just need to tell you that you and Maya’s husband share a few...similarities.”
“Similarities sounds like something I should be worried about.”
“Don’t be,” Tasha turned his arms to face him, watching his nose scrunch at the baking powder resting on her face. “There are no worries tonight. Only fun times with another couple.”
“I’m trying to have fun times with you tonight. You think we can squeeze one in before we go?” His head dipped to capture her bottom lip between his teeth as he simultaneously gripped her ass. Placing her hands flat on his chest, Tasha reluctantly pushed him away.
“No, baby! Now get dressed. We don’t need a whole ass King and Queen waiting on us while we have sex!”
“Shit, they probably doing the same thing!”
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Despite the thick door and music playing to muffle the sounds, the Udaku suite swirled with sounds of lovemaking. Nothing could keep the couple apart once T’Challa caught a glimpse of his wife’s attire for the night. Resistance turned into desire when Maya stepped out of the bedroom to grab her purse and other items, preparing to meet Tasha downstairs in a timely manner.
“Kitten, you are a vision.” T’Challa purred, licking his lips in appreciation of his wife’s form.
Her bronze legs juxtaposed the maroon silk of her dress allowing the light to create a heavenly glow on her curvaceous body. The body oil and highlighter dusted across her cleavage drew T’Challa’s eyes to the area as he pulled her body close to his. He pushed her natural curls behind her ear to make room for a sweet kiss.
Despite the years of love and companionship between the couple, he never failed to make Maya’s face heat up like a schoolgirl receiving compliments for her crush.
“Thank you, baby. You look good, too.” It was Maya’s turn to eye her man through a veil of lust. His long sleeve, black dashiki clung to his chest and shoulders, framing his upper body the way that Maya loved. The custom embroidery, compliments of the Merchant Tribe, gave the King the subtle regality that he was known for. He opted for simplicity, pairing the traditional garment with a pair of slacks and outfit appropriate dress shoes.
“Good enough to make love to me right now,” T’Challa asked, nipping at her earlobe. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.
“N-no, Challa. People are waiting for us.”
“Then,” his hand crept up Maya’s leg, stopping short of the crease in her thick thigh. They way she shivered against his touch and gripped his shoulders for support made him smile against the crook of her neck. “Let them wait.”
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Chadwick and Tasha stood in the hotel lobby nervously watching the seconds on the clock tick away. With each passing moment, Chadwick worried about the possibility of being recognized and derailing the night while Tasha worried about Chadwick deciding end the date and lock himself in the room.
“Is your girl coming? I got two hours max before I’m ready to go bed. And you still owe me so-”
“Chadwick,” Tasha exclaimed to stop his sentence. “I’ll text her! Go get a drink or something.”
He threw his hands up in surrender before turning to search for the nearest bar to rest his feet and catch the tail end of game three of the NBA Finals.
Before Tasha could finish her text message, Maya and the King emerged from the elevator, fixing their outfits and sporting flustered faces. The Queen approached first, giving Tasha a look that answered all of her questions.
“Sorry we’re late. We had a uh...a-girl, we were having sex!” Maya informed, the last bit coming out in a hushed tone followed by a smirk.
“Dammit! I should’ve got some, too!,” Tasha quipped, sharing a smile with her friend. Looking over, she noticed the King smirking at the interaction. “It’s nice to see you smiling, T’Challa.”
“It is nice to see you as well, Tasha. Allow me to apologize for the way we met. I was a bit...frustrated. Forgive me.”
“No harm done. I understand.”
Maya craned her neck around the lobby, appearing to look for someone. “Where’s your hubby. I thought he was coming.”
“Oh, he’s at the bar,” Tasha took a moment to make sure that Chadwick wasn’t in the vicinity. “I actually need to warn both of you before he gets over here. See, our husbands-”
“CoCo, what the hell is wrong with Stephen? Call Ayesha up right now so I can talk to her.”
Tasha watched Maya and T’Challa’s eyes grow wide as Chadwick took long strides to join Tasha’s side. His black satin Fear of God coaches jacket complimented the couples overall look. Coupled with a black v-neck, black denim and retro Air Jordan “Master” 12s, he looked like a college student searching for trouble on a young, Saturday night.
“By Bast, that man has my face,” T’Challa gasped, grabbing his wife’s hand and pulling her behind him. “Ayo, detain that imposter.”
“Aye, man, what the f-” Chadwick started when Ayo went to grab his arm. Tasha attempted to stop the commotion as best she could in six inch heels against a trained warrior.
“Ayo,” The Queen held up her hand, signaling the guard to release Chadwick. He exaggeratedly pulled away, sizing her up in his head. “Co, is that...your husband?”
“Yes,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Maya and T’Challa, this is my husband, Chadwick Boseman. Aaron, this is my friend Maya and her husband, T’Challa.”
The two men stared at each other, both expressions unreadable as they scanned the other for possible indications of a threat.
While the resemblance was uncanny, a few minor details differentiated the men. Chadwick was a bit taller and more lanky than T’Challa. The King was much more polished, sporting a neat haircut and immaculately trimmed facial hair. Chadwick prefered to let his hair grow the way it wanted, locking in random place with a neat taper at the temples. Their personal styles gave insight into their personalities: T’Challa, obviously a calculated world leader and Chadwick, a more relaxed American black man.
As T’Challa continued to study his doppleganger, a light bulb went off in Chadwick’s head.
“Did you say your name was T’Challa?”
“I don’t believe I told you my name.”
“Challa,” Maya scolded, hitting her husband on the back. “You’re being rude as hell. Yes, that’s his name.”
Eyes wide with astonishment, Chadwick turned to look at his wife. “Baby, it’s him! The Black Panther,” He whipped his head around to look at the confused King. “I’m you. Well, not really you but, in the movie, I’m you! Oh my, God!”
Chadwick executed a perfect Wakandan salute, surprising and impressing the royal couple. Tasha was flabbergasted. Her husband, who had spent many a night complaining about the multiple requests to perform the task, was now fanning out in front of the real life version of his character. She made a mental note to tease him about it when they were granted privacy.
“There is a movie about me, yes?”
“Hell yeah, there’s a movie about you! Damn, does this mean I did another biopic?”
“This movie, tell me about the subject matter.”
“Nuh-uh,” Maya interrupted. “We can talk about this at dinner. I’m hungry and my feet hurt.”
“Say that, sis! Aaron, did you call the car?”
“Y-yeah,” He answered, still distracted by the bizarre nature of the situation. “It’s outside right now.”
“So...let’s go. Maya, T’Challa, Ayo and Kali can go ahead. I need to talk to this one.”
Maya pulled T’Challa along, the King taking a look back over his shoulder to find Chadwick still looking at him.
“Aaron, helloooo,” Tasha sang, snapping in front his face to get his attention. “Earth to my baby daddy.”
“It’s him, baby. I just met the leader of an African nation and his black wife. AND HE LOOKS LIKE ME! I gotta call my mama.”
Tasha watched her husband with a fond smile as he gripped at his hair and spun around. His excitement was too much to contain but, she knew she needed to calm him down before the night ended in embarrassment for both of them.
Similarly, Maya was forced to deal with the cocky grin on T’Challa’s face after they were safely situated in the backseat of the chartered SUV.
“Kitten, there is an American movie about me. You are no longer the only star in this marriage, entle.”
“This is why I didn’t tell you. You don’t even know what it’s about,” she responded, rolling her eyes.
He lightly shrugged and brushed dust off of his shoulders. “Eh, I know that it must be great if it is about me. I am a great King and protector.”
“Here we go…”
“Should I book an agent as well? Will I be invited to the American award shows next year? What will we wear?”
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Dinner was characterized by conversation dominated by T’Challa and Chadwick and satisfied smiles exchanged between Maya and Tasha. After the initial shock of their near identical facial structure, the husbands engaged in conversation from the time they joined each other in the car to the entres being set on the table. Chadwick listened with focused intent as T’Challa explained the true nature of Wakanda and their global outreach. When applicable, Chadwick explained the African-American experience and ways that the two sides of the same coin could work together to advance the people as a whole. And, or course, there were explanations of the film to satisfy T’Challa’s curiosity.
“So, I am the only Black superhero in this ‘universe’.”
“Kind of. Sam Wilson is in the cinematic universe too but, he doesn’t have his own movie.”
“Did you hear that, entle? The bird is not as popular as the cat in America.”
“Show them the accent, baby,” Tasha urged, bumping her elbow into Chadwick’s arm. “He worked so hard on it y’all.”
“You speak Xhosa? Oh, we gotta hear this.”
“Nah, I don’t want to offend,” Chadwick replied, taking a sip of his water.
“No, brother, I insist. It is an honor to know that you have embraced our home. Please, share.”
Tasha gave her husbands thigh a gentle squeeze under the table to reassure him. Clearing his throat, Chadwick prepared to speak.
“Umfazi wam uhle, ewe?” Chadwick asked, his accent mirroring Maya and T’Challa’s. They looked to each other with smiles before responding.
“Ngokuqinisekileyo.” Maya answered, smiling at her friend who was totally unaware of what was being said.
“Ngaba loo ntokazi ingayiqonda,” T’Challa asked, searching Tasha’s face for any sign that she understood. Chadwick took a pause to piece together the question and form his response.
“Hayi,” he looked at Tasha and smiled. “Kodwa, ndimthanda umfazi wam.”
“Okay, okay,” Tasha laughed, grabbing her husband’s hand and intertwining their finger. “Tell my country ass what y’all said.”
The three sets of eyes looked at each other, silently electing Maya the spokesperson.
“Chadwick was just telling us how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.”
Tasha looked to Chadwick with a surprised smile before connecting with his lips to finish their kiss. “Aww, baby! How sweet!”
“I believe my daughter, Mala, would say that you two are hashtag goals.” T’Challa complimented, raising his glass in a salute to the man across from him.
When entrees were finished and desert was declined, the couples danced their way into the nightclub, ready to enjoy a few hours of dancing and loud conversation with celebrity friends of Chadwick’s.
T’Challa took the longest of the group to loosen up but, once he did, he gladly joined the cigar circle that Chadwick started in his section. Bottles popped, smoke puffed and bodies grinded until the wee hours of the morning. Had Tasha not complained of being hungry with no Waffle House in sight, the group would not have returned to hotel until the sun rose the next morning.
Instead, they filed into Boseman suite’s spacious living room for late night snacking and talk of their children and marriage. As the clock rounded into 4 AM, Maya’s yawns and need to cuddle into her husband’s side alerted everyone to the end of the night.
“I remember when me and Aaron were in college, we could stay out until 6 in the morning, eat some pancakes and start all over again,” Tasha laughed, pressing further into Chadwick’s side as he stroked her silk covered thigh. “Now, a bitch is sleepy!”
“Girl, I thought I was the only one. How the hell did I pledge if I can’t even stay awake?”
T’Challa took the initiative to stand, gently tugging his wife up with him and helping her back into her shoes. Chadwick and Tasha followed suit to walk the couple out. Reaching the door, Maya turned to Tasha and smiled.
“This was so much fun. Thank you for inviting us.”
“Oh, Star, don’t mention it. We enjoyed having you guys come with us. Right, babe?”
Chadwick gave T’Challa a respectful not that the King returned. “Anytime, y’all. We gotta get together again.”
“The next time we’re in L.A., maybe we’ll give you guys a call?”
“Oh, please do,” Tasha exclaimed. “We can fire up the girl or something. Y’all can bring the kids and make this a good ol’ family time.”
“And, one day, we can get y’all out to Wakanda.”
T’Challa’s eyes bugged at the suggestion. A night of fun with the Boseman family was one thing but, inviting back to his country was another.
“Kitten, I am sure that they have far better things to do. Wakanda would be too much of a hassle. Right?”
“No, no not really.” They answered in unison.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll come to Los Angeles and then, when you’re ready, both of you are welcome to visit us in Wakanda!”
The wives squealed in excitement as the husbands shook hands. The thought of visiting the country and exploring for a few days fascinated Chadwick and worried T’Challa. He already had one American black man back home to worry about. Though Chadwick seemed wildly different from Erik, he wasn’t sure if he needed two at the same time. Still, he respected Chadwick and loved his wife, making him willing to either give it a shot or work day and night to make his wife forget the proposal.
With a final hug, Tasha and Maya exchanged ‘see you laters’.
“Now, you call me if you need me. I have a jet. I can come see about you whenever,” Maya assured Tasha.
“And you do the same. Hell, with a jet, we can go on over to Paris and shop for a weekend.”
“Bast.”
“Jesus.”
The husband’s looked at each other and smiled. Even across cultures, Chadwick and T’Challa shared a mutual disappointment in their wives’ shopping habits.
“Y’all travel safe!”
“Let me know when you get home!”
Shutting the door, Tasha turned to face Chadwick’s smiling face. “Did you enjoy yourself, Big Daddy?” Her arms wrapped around his waist as her lips connect with a spot on the center of his throat.
“I did, Mama. I’m glad I let you talk me into this. We’re going to Wakanda!”
While Tasha and Chadwick celebrated a trip to South Africa, Maya and T’Challa discussed logistics.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Kitten. Think of the preparation.”
“You’re preparing to get on my nerves, Challa.”
The King opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal but stopped. “I will drop it for now but, we will have to discuss this.”
Maya grumbled a whatever in response, pushing the door to the suite open and kick off her shoes. “I’m going to bed. You can talk to yourself tonight.”
He rolled his eyes and followed her into the bedroom. “Do you really think he looks like me?”
“No,” the corner of the Queen’s lips curled into a devious smile. “He’s cuter. Did you hear that country boy accent?”
“Entle-”
“You know, he used to act. Maybe we can get together and he help me get back on stage again.”
“And I can take Tasha on a stroll around the gardens when she visits. She is quite beautiful, nay?”
“If that’ll give me and Chadwick some alone time, sure.” He response caught T’Challa off guard, his jaw dropping in a brief moment of defeat.
“It is settled. Your friend can no longer visit. You did this to yourself, sithandwa sam.”
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Summary: “What?!” Ivan squeaked indignantly. “I wasn't making the heart-eyes, as you call them! I was… merely stretching beside him.”
Or: the one where Luka comes to training with big, goofy glasses. Chaos ensures.
Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15776253
A/N #0: admittedly not my best work, but I had this idea in mind and I just wanted to put it out here. Forgive me if this isn't as refined as it could have been, a full time job and a lot of other stuff happening left me with little to no time at all. I hope this is still ok.
A/N #1: as always, not beta-ed and English isn't my native language. Sorry for any typos.
A/N #2: Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
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Ivan ran into Mario in the middle of the pitch.
Literally ran into Mario's side, the taller man's elbow colliding – quite painfully too – with his jaw. He would be stopping a bruise by the next day, he already knew it, but couldn't care the least bit.
“What the– Rakitic! Watch where you're going, man!” Mario roared, spinning around to steady his teammate, but Ivan didn't hear him and kept staring elsewhere. “Hey! I'm talking to you! Earth to Rakitic! Oh, forget it,” he said giving up and walking away, leaving Ivan standing there.
The midfielder stood rooted on the spot, while his teammates kept on their training, enchanted by the sight on the sideline.
The sight in question was none other than his captain, talking apologetically to Dalic probably explaining why he was late, and wearing… glasses. Big, awful glasses that made him look a bit like a mouse, and a lot like a five year old boy playing with his dad's stuff.
Dalic nodded and gestured towards the rest of the team, and then Luka was removing his jacket and he was walking towards Ivan and he'd never looked more goofy and sexy before and -
And suddenly, a hand waving in front of his nose made him jump out of his reverie.
“Domo!”
“Ah, you're still with the rest of us, then. I thought you'd been replaced with an Ivan-like scarecrow,” he laughed, just as Luka approached the two of them and began to stretch nonchalantly.
“Hey guys,” he greeted them.
“You're wearing glasses,”Ivan heard himself say, and wow, wasn't that a show of his incredible observational skills?
Domo snorted ungraciously, and Luka's lips twitched in amusement.
“Yeah, you noticed?” he teased just as Domo was called away.
Ivan blushed furiously.
“I didn't know you wore them,” Ivan tried to say, casually hoping to mask his – incredibly inappropriate and unjustified – attraction.
“Yeah, that's 'cause I usually have my contact lenses,” Luka shrugged. “But I had the medical examinations this morning, the ophthalmologist had to do some tests,” he added in lieu of explanation, and just as he shifted position and began to stretch his arms and neck, the glasses slowly slid down his nose.
Luka frowned a little in annoyance, and wasn't that the cutest thing ever? He pushed them up again with a silent, resigned sigh, and smiled back at Ivan, who was so engrossed in his observation of the captain not to notice the ball that hit him square on the head.
“Ouch!” he cried.
Luka giggled loudly as Mario retrieved the ball that had casually hit him. “Serves you just right,” the taller man smirked.
Ivan only flipped him the finger distractedly, once more too enchanted by the man beside him to really pay attention to anything else around him, Luka’s disproportionate smile making his face glow, his honey-colored eyes sparkling in amusement behind the lenses. Ivan kept staring even after the smile left Luka’s face and he resumed his stretches.
He didn't see Sime elbowing Dejan knowingly and Danijel shaking his head fondly while marching towards him.
“Hey Luka! Good to see you. Do you mind if I steal him?” Danijel asked, dragging Ivan away without even waiting for Luka’s nod. “Come on, lover boy,” the goalkeeper said as he not-so-gently grabbed him by his shoulder and forced him out of his reverie, effectively moving him away as his captain laughed and waved goodbye at him. “Let's go on the other side of the pitch, otherwise you'll spend the next two hours just making the heart-eyes at Lukita.”
“What?!” Ivan squeaked indignantly. “I wasn't making the heart-eyes, as you call them! I was… stretching beside him.”
“Oh really. What for? You've already been training for more than half an hour, you don't need to stretch,” Danijel reasoned.
“My muscles were getting cold?” Ivan tried.
“Yeah, that's 'cause your blood was rushing somewhere else,” the goalkeeper laughed as Ivan's cheeks became crimson. “Oh come on, you know I'm right. You've been salivating after Luka ever since he arrived.”
Ivan sighed in resignation. “Was it that clear?” he asked, hoping that only the goalkeeper had noticed. After all, Danijel had always been an observant guy, much more than the rest of their friends.
Danijel snorted. “Yeah, you can say that. Everybody noticed,” he added, and there it goes Ivan's foolish hope. “Come on, let's resume our work, or Dalic will have our heads.”
They trained in relative peace for the following forty-five minutes, alternating between various exercises, until they were all called to play together, divided into two teams. And of course, Luka was his direct opponent the whole time, always in his line of sight and effectively rendering him useless as those glasses kept sliding down his nose and he kept pushing them up every three steps or so. At some point, even Dalic gave up and stopped calling after him to try and catch his attention and have him focus on the game. In the meanwhile, Luka was blissfully oblivious, being his usual brilliant self and overshadowing Ivan with his game more than once. Not even his ego seemed to care though, and Ivan didn’t snap out of his trance-like state until they called it a day and everybody went to hit the shower. Only then he realized that he'd done nothing but walk uselessly back and forth, trotting after the captain, effectively not contributing in any way to his team's success. He felt ashamed, and berated himself; he was a professional and should have known better than to be distracted by a pretty face, even if said pretty face was Luka's.
He walked silently to the lockers, scowling and observing his teammates as they joked and talked to each other, and did his very best to ignore the captain. He was actually doing a pretty good job, exchanging a few words with Mateo as he took out his towel and flip-flops and took a quick shower, until he turned around to walk back to his locker to get clean clothes. And there at the very end of the line of shower stalls, was Luka.
Luka, with only a tower around his waist. Luka, with his hair sticking to his forehead. Luka, with his glasses covered in steam. Luka, who couldn't see an inch from his nose and all but crashed face first into the nearest wall.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Ivan hurried to help steady him as the captain rubbed a bruised spot on his face. “You hurt?”
“Only in my ego,” Luka joked with dry humor. “See? That's the reason why I never wear them outside of the house.”
“That's a shame, you look beautiful,” Ivan said without even thinking.
Luka's head snapped up – his glasses sliding down once again – and he looked at him.
“I- I mean, uh,” Ivan tried to say, but no words came to his mind.
“You really think so?” Luka asked brusquely, interrupting his half-formed sentence with a serious voice that made Ivan almost jump.
Ivan’s eyebrows arched upwards. What kind of question was that? Was Luka really so oblivious, or was he pulling Ivan’s leg?
And how could he possibly be even more attractive when frowning like that, with his hair sticking to his forehead in a mess?
“Yes, I do,” Ivan replied, and wow, Luka was blushing an endearing shade of bright pink, starting from his torso and all up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, lowered his eyes and biting his lower lip.
“Thank you,” he said softly, reaching for a pair of socks just as Ivan went to put on fresh ones, too. “People never liked me in glasses, before.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Luka shook his head, and waved goodbye at Sime and Dejan as they passed by, the last two of the team to leave the locker room, where only the midfielders were left now. They put on their pants, then fresh t-shirts and jeans, both of them silent, lost in their thoughts for a moment. They grabbed their bags and walked out of the locker room and towards the exit.
"No, I'm not," Luka continued as they walked down a desert corridor. "I mean, look at me. I'm not... handsome, and I know it. A 14 year old boy is taller than me - and I hit puberty quite a few years ago. My face is-eh. Add the glasses, and I look like a half blind, wizened rat!" he joked self-deprecatingly.
As he heard those words, Ivan stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing Luka's elbow.
"Don't say that," he frowned.
"Uh?"
"Don't say that, never again."
"oh, come on! It's-"
"No. Luka, I mean it," Ivan said, dead serious.
"Ivan, why are you getting angry over this?" Luka asked, perplexed and confused.
"Because I don't like you talking of yourself like that!" Ivan scowled. "You are so... stupidly oblivious sometimes! How can you not see-"
"See what?"
"This!" Ivan raised his voice, gesturing towards Luka's face. At Luka's confused look, he sighed in fond exasperation. "All this," he went on explaining, trying to make Luka see what he was so obstinate not to notice. "You can't see it maybe, but I do, and you're- you're perfect, just like this," Ivan whispered. "This," he breathed, his lips finding Luka's.
They kissed tenderly. And if the glasses got in the way a little, none of them really noticed.
"You're beautiful," Ivan whispered as their mouths parted.
Luka smiled brightly, once again pushing his glasses up higher on his aquiline nose. He squeezed his arm and pushed Ivan towards the door and outside in the parking lot, presumably to continue their confrontation at length somewhere more private.
As the sun hit them, the rays reflected on the lenses of Luka's glasses, and Ivan snorted as he saw a halo, a long line running horizontally over the left lens. The shape looked suspiciously like the tip of his own nose.
"You know?" Ivan said as they walked side by side. "With these, you are simply... a spectacle!"
Luka punched him.
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4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like), 6. What character do you have the most fun writing? 10. How would you describe your writing process? 16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?) -> I'm beging nosy and asking FOUR questions 👀😂
Oh Amber, PLEASE be nosy. I love answering questions about my writing or characters, even though I take 5000 years to answer.
Fun meta asks for writers
4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)
Okay, I thought about this for a while and I think I have a few more I could also share (and I'd probably have a sizeable amount of scenes or sentences if I reread ALL I wrote). But this scene was the thing that came to mind first and stuck the most.
From Italian Affairs, Chapter 9 "Drained Chances", Scene 3:
“I know I have to make up for what a jerk I’ve been”, he said. “But I still wish I could just forget.” He looked back into the room and spotted the wine bottle on a sideboard.
“Charlie, you’ve got to face this”, Harry said and Michele sighed:
“Okay we’ve got to think sober about this situation. Well, you do, Charlie.”
“Damn right”, he muttered before walking over to the sideboard, almost falling over when he came to a hold with his hands on its upper side: "I have to correct my mistakes tomorrow!"
“That’s the spirit!”, Harry said and Michele smiled.
“You most certainly have the right ideas even now, Charlie.”
“I have fucked up but I am a grown man and like that I will take responsibility for my actions!”
He had grabbed the bottle even before the other two could yell “No!” and they only watched in horror as he emptied it.
Charlie held down a burp, put the bottle back on the table and smile confident: "I have to talk to him again and explain myself."
“And there it goes down the drain, the last piece of his common sense”, Harry hissed.
“Thanks for lending me your ear, guys”, Charlie said and took a wobbly step away from the sideboard. “I am going back to my room now, enjoy your night.” He walked towards the door: “Or maybe I could try to talk to Marco again – no, that’s a stupid idea.”
“You just drank half a bottle of wine in one go, mate, you are not going anywhere”, Harry said and Michele sighed but Charlie waved his hand while he staggered towards the door.
“Don’t let me cockblock you, Happy fucking.” And with that he tripped and fell to his knees.
He frowned at the floor while Michele got up to help him.
“You know, Michele”, Charlie said while the Sicilian pulled him on his legs. “On second thought it might have been six beer.”
'Don't let me cockblock you, happy fucking', followed immediately by Charlie tripping and nearly falling on his face is deadass THE funniest thing I have ever written. I love how hilarious the entire situation is, solely because Charlie is an impulsive son of a bitch who keeps making bad decisions. Whenever he seems on track, he just cannot shut his mouth, he just cannot control a whim for a moment too long and it bites him in the ass the very next second. I love him so much. Furthermore, the scene itself is a perfect blend of wit and slapstick. I've outdone myself here.
Also, fuck you, ao3 says I have 382 170 words uploaded right now and that is still far from all I've ever written. So you're getting another scene.
From Smudged Makeup & Cleaning Up:
“I hate myself,” she said in French. “I hate myself and I hate him, I hate both of them so much,” she sobbed as her breath hitched and tears began to run down her face again.
“Don’t cry again, shhht, don’t do that,” Hugo whispered and began to rock from side to side. “It’s okay, it’s nothing to cry about.”
“I wouldn’t have to see it if I had just opened my stupid mouth and had told him how I felt, if I had just told him these stupid three words I now wouldn’t have to see this.” Her voice was something between a whisper and a hiss.
There are at least two more little paragraphs I could have shared from that one-shot, so I decided to go with the most emotional part. I reread it last night and I still think it is a pretty damn good piece of writing. It's funny, interesting and it shows all of the characters (Timothea, Hugo, Arielle) and their relationships to one another marvellously. I'd sincerely reccommend it to everyone, although the (not as good for sure) A French Trio Of Bad Decisions may be required reading to understand who Arielle is talking about in the above excerpt. (Amber, since you already read that one though, you can just go and enjoy Smudged Makeup & Cleaning Up as your first taste of Thea before you delve into The Amulet for more <3)
6. What character do you have the most fun writing?
That's a good question! I was going to go through Irish Problems and Italian Affairs again, tallying up who has how many POV Scenes, but gave up rather quickly; it's just very hard to determine with all the headhopping that happens in the beginning. Last time I checked it was Harry. The following list is by no means exhaustive and talks mainly about the characters as POV characters. I very much enjoy writing all of my children, whether they're the POV character or not in any given scene.
Charlie is definitely one of them, I feel very at home in his head and he's so much fun to write. His catastrophizing, his intense but jumpy emotions, his impulsivity and kindness, his dialogue and thoughts ... He is so much fun. I'd have to lie to say this gay adhd mess doesn't hold a special place in my heart.
Francesco is another good one, solely because I love being in his head. It's a nightmare in there at times, but that's what makes it fun. Let the sadism fight the catholic guilt, the lust for pleasure at all cost the need for kindness. He's a very vibrant character with an undeniable presence in each scene he is in and it's always fun to write interesting characters.
Lovino's also always a blast. His ranting, his annoyance, his fidgeting (oh, god, if someone asks me for a favourite scene again, I am sharing the one where he shuffled around too much during a car ride and ended up folded like a lawn chair in the footwell). The tumultous inside of his head, his doubts, his fears. I have nothing but love for him and I already miss him, despite not technically having finished Italian Affairs. The rewrite is still ahead of me and I am going to savour every single moment I get to write my favourite South Italian.
Last but not least a shoutout to Hugo. I think he is very interesting as well, with the masks he wears and the intensity that lies beneath them. He's both a sweet young man AND a fuckboy AND a little bitch. The only problem with Hugo is that I'm never 100% sure in his characterisation and have to consult Jonah, his creator, in those cases.
10. How would you describe your writing process?
Messy as shit for being this organized - or Surprisingly organized for being messy as shit. I've developed this process over the past eight years and I'll probably keep tweaking screws as time goes on.
This is my process for my big, multi-chapter, novellength main series entries. Anything else usually gets done in a similiar fashion, just with some of the steps lacking. (I didn't vomitdraft for rarepairweek, for example, nor did I do the proofreading on paper because deadline.)
1. I make an outline. I used to call this "Scene Plan", because it is just that - a list of each scene, with a very short description that makes no sense to anyone but me. Seriously, YOU tell me what is going on here:
2. I collect all snippets that come to mind for a series in a document; if I already have an outline, I copy whatever scene they would belong to as a header. Those things happen all the time, it isn't a conscious effort.
3. I take those snippets, paste them into Quollwriter and then vomitdraft for a few days. Each day around 500 words, as fast as possible. Whatever comes to mind goes onto the page, rarely backtracking. It's not about it being presentable, it's about having something written that serves as skeleton for the scene. I research jack shit at this point and directly type (Look this shit up) into the text.
4. Once a scene/chapter is done, I copy it into word and read through it to take notes in a little notebook. I write down what to research, what I like in the draft, what I dislike and what I still ponder. I try to draw the first connections to give the chapter a coherent feeling.
(Chapters for the main series consist of three scenes, so I take notes for a scene and edit it before I repeat the process for the next - I don't take comments for three scenes in a row.)
5. I begin to edit the scene with a goal of 200 words a day. I usually exceed it; during a very bad day I fall a little short of it. I try to write every day or every two days, unless something else requires my focus more (like a term paper). Oftentimes I start a writing session with tweaking what I did the day before, before I continue. I usually also do the research as it is called for at this stage - The Amulet was the only time I did research before I even begun to write. My usual timer is 30 Minutes, but I tend to write for a little longer if I am in the flow. Or I sit there for 4 hours to finish a scene because I am THAT much in the flow and I want the GODFORSAKEN THING DONE.
6. Once I finished editing the chapter or one-shot, I print it out and go through it with a red gel pen. I correct typos, formatting errors or formatting choices I don't agree with. I rewrite sentences that I think read clumsily and cross out words that repeat too much. I sometimes add things to moments that are lacking or I cross out sentences that now feel unnecessary. Once finished, I apply the corrections to my document.
7. If I have a beta-reader (like the lovely @swabianmapley for Herz Auf Beat), this is the point at which I send them the document and wait for their feedback & corrections.
8. I post the thing onto the black void that is The Internet, lie to myself that I don't care about feedback & yet still keep checking ao3 for new hits/kudos/bookmarks/comments and begin the same process for my next project a few days later.
16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)
Hmm. I don't know if it counts, but in the coffee one-shots for rarepairweek I tried to make peace with the 'holes' I left. To not explain everything, but let the reader draw their own conclusion. Aside from that ... Been trying to put more emotion into my writing. I felt so unsatisfied with the big Charco kiss at the end of Italian Affairs that I'm now making an effort into describing emotions and sensations more, especially internally and not simply physically.
#writing#beareplies#amber#fanfiction#and bc bestest canon boy is in here I am tagging hiiiiim#aph#aph romano#aph south italy#hws romano#hws south italy#hetalia#hws#okay enough of that now my kids#storie nostre#charlie#hugo#harry#miche#franci#lovi#thea#arielle
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You two are absolutely fucking heartless, and one day you’ll both realize that. I fucking love you both and I have been hurt throughout this ENTIRE THING AS WELL you know? I’m distant because I’m sad and idk what to say. You two clearly do what ever the Fuck y’all wanna do and expect me not to do the same after all this bs???
Couldn’t even give me the time I needed to text back before blockibg me on EVERY FUCKING PLATFORM? I see I see, that’s fine. Once I can fathom the words to even begin to explain and put all these puzzle pieces together I’ll figure out a way to do so. I’ve already apologized a countless amount of times now and I am still just a piece of fucking shit.
To me, everything that has happened in the last 2 weeks is just fucking proof that neither of you give a FUCK what I have to say in the first place because no matter how hard I ever try to explain anything I’m immediately brushed off as I liar or I’m all of a sudden making excuses :)
I don’t think either of you will ever be able to understand how hard it was for me to even put this shit together In coherent sentences lmao. I’m fucking shaking, I am a god damn mess and y’all assume I’m just out here tweaking the fuck out like nah not even close. Think I don’t care? Think I’m not a fucking mess rn? Tell me why the FUCK I DROVE ALL THE WAY OUT TO THE MISSION WHERE MY MOM STAYS JUST TO PARK MY CAR RIGHT NEXT TO THE BRIDGE AND SIT THERE FOR A GOOD HOUR CRYING TRYING TO KEEP MYSELF IN MY CAR AND NOT GO jump of the FUCKING EDGE.
never have I once been this low in my life. I don’t remember a lot of shit that has happened in the last 2 fucking weeks but I’m expected to know what exactly to say ?????? I DONT FUCKING KNOW BESIDES THAT IM SORRY FOR THE 1000 time. I was there for both of you. Always. No matter what.
and I swear to god if y’all disagree you know that’s a whole ass LIE. I know I been doing some shit I said I wouldn’t but .............. aren’t you guys doing that...to???????? Honestly. It’s right the fuckibg in front of all of us. But I’m the hypocrite ...... I’m the bad guy..... I got blocked...
When all I have done is take the space I NEED.
Smfh. I love you both and that’ll never change, but damn if you two can’t see what the Fuck you have done as well???? Idk. Idek if you’ll see this shit. But oh well, I’ll figure it out soon.
The one and ONLY overwhelming feeling I’ve had since the night I took that fucking tab is fear. Absolute fucking fear. because right now for me everything is unknown and I’ve been trying SO hard to go back and I’ve only had a couple flashbacks and they’re so vague I can’t figure shit out with them.
So I’m just lost.
And I’m not checking for typos ,idgaf about any of that no more.
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Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader
Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!
Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.
Words: 2 475
A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)
TAKING REQUESTS!
He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-
He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.
He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.
“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”
She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.
“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”
“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.
He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”
She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.
“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.
She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”
“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.
Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.
“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”
She didn’t know what to say to that.
“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.
“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.
“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”
She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”
“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.
“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.
“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”
“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”
She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.
“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“
“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”
“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”
“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.
“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.
“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”
She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”
That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.
“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.
It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.
He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.
It was Y/N.
“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.
“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.
“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.
“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”
“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”
“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”
He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.
“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.
“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.
She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.
“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.
“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.
“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.
“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.
“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”
“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”
She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.
“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.
“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”
He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.
He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.
She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.
Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.
“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”
She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.
“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.
She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.
He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.
Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.
“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.
They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.
“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”
“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.
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