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Fanfic Ask Game: F, H, I, K, S.. that's a lot, feel free to not answer all of them, I just miss you!

Hi!

I’m so glad to hear from you and get all these questions! This gets long so most will be under a cut.

H: How would you describe your style?

I read a great word for this from a fic comment but I have forgotten it! Evocative, that’s what it was. Realistic stories, evocative style.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Yes I do. RPF Fanfic in general is my guilty pleasure, both reading and writing. Porn side of it at least! Some slightly problematic preferences or tropes maybe... team gang bangs. Rookies. Age differences, pairings with a power imbalance.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Wales NT ensemble / Ben Woodburn victory celebration gone wrong dubcon story. Never wrote it.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not very trope oriented reader, I go by characters, pairings and the vibe I get from the summary and tags. With the right characters - see guilty pleasures.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I saved this for last because I can’t decide. I guess I’ll share this dialogue between the main character and his friend, not part of the ship of the fic, from Pinot Gris (hockey rpf). I’m proud of it because it is very consistent with the way I portrait the relationship of these characters throughout the 3 fics of the series where they appear together. They’ll tease and roast each other in every opportunity but will always have each other’s back.

Sebastian lets it go and only complains later to Teuvo who is in town and stays overnight at Sebastian’s.

“What’s wrong with me?” he moans as they lounge on his couch, something meaningless happening on the muted TV screen, “I had a boner looking at Pulju today.”

Teuvo laughs a heartfelt laughter. “Oh boy. Somebody really misses his daddy.”

Sebastian groans and throws his head back over the back cushions of his couch. “Please don’t say that.”

Teuvo laughs again. “Did you talk it down?”

“What?” Sebastian lifts his head and looks at Teuvo.

Teuvo purses his lips and looks at Sebastian’s lap. “The boner.”

“Shut up! And stop looking at my crotch.”

“You didn’t answer me. I have to figure it out myself.”

“Fuck you. Why did I ever become friends with you.”

“You had no choice.”

“I may have a choice now. You still want to use my guest room?”

“Maybe.” The silence stretches.

“Stop looking at my crotch!”

“Sorry.” Teuvo sounds sincere, like he’s done teasing. He leans his elbow to the cushions, watching Sebastian’s face. Sebastian sighs.

“It’s never been like this before. I’ve never just… wanted guys so much. And yeah, I miss him. All the more when he texts me or sends pics. Or comments mine.”

“What? Weren’t you supposed to be…”

“Yeah yeah, on a break, but it’s complicated. He told me about the trade and it just… I guess it just felt natural to keep talking after that.”

Teuvo shakes his head lightly. “And now you just want dick all the time? Couldn’t you just get your girl one, I mean, sure she’d be down to fuck you with a strap-on?”

“God, no!” Sebastian yelps. “I’m not going to ask.” He falls silent, narrowing his eyes. “And it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Why?”

“A guy is more than a dick. It’s all the –“ he purses his lips pensively – “Arms. Legs. Hair. Smell.”

Teuvo looks at him. “You’re cute when you quit joking and open up, Sepe.”

Sebastian rubs Teuvo’s shoulder, nudges the side of his neck with a loose, soft fist. “Thanks for coming over, Teukka. S’nice.”

Teuvo rubs the couch with a finger, worrying his lip. “What if…” he starts eventually.

“Huh?” Sebastian lifts his eyes to him.

“I could be down to help a bro out.” Teuvo bats his eyelashes down, once, slowly, and lets them rise again, looking Sebastian half-bashfully in the eye, biting his full bottom lip between his teeth.

God, no wonder he picks up girls all the time.

I’ll give you one football rpf snippet as well, okay? This is from the one that the reaper missed, a historical au where Gareth Bale and girl!Luka Modric meet in a wartime hospital. I’m proud of the use of rehabilitation of war wounds as a metaphor of sports injury. In this scene the nurse (Luka) has helped the soldier to the toilet in the middle of the night.

He only noticed how exhausted sister Modrić was when he was back in his bed. The nurse pulled a chair for herself, slumped down on it and sighed hard.

“I’m sorry”, Gareth said automatically. “I shouldn’t have worn you out.”

Sister Modrić flashed him a tired little smile. “Don’t be. That’s what I’m paid for. To help you. You’re doing your part.” She kept her voice low to avoid disturbing the other patients.

Gareth averted her eyes. “I’m not”, he muttered into the air. ”Other men are fighting for me.”

The nurse frowned at him. “This is your battle now. You are fighting it well. And you are the only on who can fight it. Nobody can walk on your legs except you.”

Well, sorry, but neither of these was the one piece of dialogue I’m really proud of. It’s from the same series as Pinot Gris, from Pinot Blanc. This is probably unbearably long, it’s not really asnippet of dialogue but almost a whole scene with three characters and it plays with two languages and mixed, contradictory dynamics, and it’s one of the key turning points of the stories. Creating it made me feel like a playwright or a telenovela screenwriter or something. Like I said, this is super long! But you should get the background and the setting from the dialogue. Pekka is a side character, Sebastian is the main character. They are old friends, partly because Pekka is also a friend of Sebastian’s father. Pekka has cooked Sebastian dinner in his house and Sebastian has invited ha surprose visitor.

As the meaningless small talk bubbles over the table, Pekka can’t help frowning at the uninhibited puppy eyes Sebastian keeps pointed at Cam. Sebastian catches it and shoots him back with a questioning look, lifting his eyebrows.

“Is something the matter?” he asks Pekka in Finnish.

“I saw you choking on this guy’s dick earlier today,” Pekka says in Finnish, his usual friendly, open smile plastered on his face. “How do you think it made me feel?”

Sebastian feels his cheeks flushing warm but struggles to maintain a straight face. “Well, it depends. Did you get off watching?” he retorts.

Cam follows the discussion, trying to read what’s being said from the two faces but he has no clue.

“Oh, sorry, Cam,” Pekka switches to English, directing his shiny, polite smile at him. “It’s so easy to get carried away when you get a chance to speak Finnish. Please don’t feel left out.” He lifts the bottle. “Refill?” he asks, and Cam nods a yes. “Thanks,” he says.

Pekka grimaces apologetically and pats his thighs.

“Sorry, guys, I’ll step out for a quick smoke. Terrible habit, never start,” he says and picks up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the side table.

Sebastian’s eyes dart at him. “Peksi, wait. I’d like a word,” he says and glances nervously at Cam by his side. “If it’s okay, I mean, you just got here and I –“ but Cam waves him off.

“Go ahead. You see so rarely.”

Recessed floor lights give Pekka’s terrace a dim glow. Pekka’s face is in a shadow until the flame of his lighter casts its light on it for a moment.

“Look how you stress me out”, Pekka says at Sebastian, waving his lit cigarette in front of his eyes, blowing out the first smoke he’s drawn from it.

“Cut the crap,” Sebastian blurts. “What the hell, Peksi? Did I hallucinate or did you just tell me you watched us in the locker room?”

Pekka shakes his head. “Shit, Sepe, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, but Christ, that’s… Do you think what you guys are doing is okay? Your father is worried about you. He didn’t say why but he asked me to check out on you when I get a chance. Just to see what’s going on in your life. If everything is going as it should be.”

“You can tell my dad he really should not send anyone to spy on me. That’s just… that’s disgusting.”

Pekka extends his arms to the side into a frustrated shrug, some burning ashes drop from the cigarette as he swings his long arm to the side.

“Fuck no, Sepe, I wasn’t spying on you! I was just looking for you to say hi and to say exactly what I said at the game, to ask if you’d come over! Like, fuck, don’t think I wanted to see that!” The tall man draws another inhale from his cigarette.

“Well, you did.”

“And I left. I didn’t stay watching. But I saw enough to say that this is not cool. Being a locker room toy for older guys won’t get you far, Sepe.”

Sebastian glares at him and turns back and forth on his feet out of pure frustration.

“Peksi, do you even hear what you’re saying?” he groans. “Why does everybody talk about me like that? Like I’m nothing but some object here? Like I don’t have my own will in this?” Sebastian huffs loudly, shifting his weight from one foot to another and shakes his head.

“It’s fucked up, Pekka!” he continues. “I’ve played and been in the locker room with grown men for years! Nobody calls me a trophy when I win them trophies. My goals and my plays and my passes and my checks have given wins and medals for guys twice my age. Nobody calls me a toy or a slut when I do that! Not when it benefits them! But the second I have something just for me and for someone I like it’s all…” Sebastian spreads his arms, looking into the dark garden like searching for words there, shakes his head and returns his gaze to Pekka. “It’s such bullshit. Just… fuck.”

Pekka nods and sucks his cigarette slowly.

“Sorry, Sebastian” Pekka says. “But there’s another thing. I don’t know if I should say this but I’m worried your way of having fun will lash back at you.”

He looks at Sebastian very sternly, genuine concern in his eyes.

“Cam isn’t just older. He’s in a totally different place in his life than you.” Pekka swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down on his lean neck, like he’s hesitant to continue but does.

“I’m afraid he’ll go back to his family and leave you hurt and alone.”

Some of the defiant glare washes notably off Sebastian’s face when he hears that. He stays silent before he can get himself to answer.

“He comes back,” he mutters finally, as much to himself as to Pekka.

“And goes back,” Pekka retorts, blowing smoke in the air. “Look, Sebastian, how many times are you prepared to break apart and pick up the pieces again?”

Sebastian inhales sharply like he’s been hit and flutters his eyelids quickly a couple of times, as if to chase away tears. He turns quickly on his sneaker heels and storms inside.

“Take me away from here,” he says to Cam, landing a trembling hand on the back of his chair, like he couldn’t get out fast enough without helping Cam up by pulling his chair. “I need to get out. Let’s go.”

For a moment Cam looks like he would try to calm him down, convince him to stay and start mediating whatever needs to be settled between the two Finns. He sighs, looks down at the table and back at Sebastian.

“If you’re sure,” he says, stroking the back of Sebastian’s hand gripping his chair.

Pekka enters as Cam is getting up. Their eyes meet.

“I’m sorry we’re leaving this early,” Cam says, “Apparently Sebastian wants to call it a night.”

Pekka looks at the two of them, arms dropped wide in a helpless aim at a shrug, somehow managing to pull an automated polite smile on his serious face.

“Of course,” he says. “It was nice to meet you.”

His eyes are full of concern when he looks at Sebastian. He bows his head to catch his eyes, and finally Sebastian gives in and lifts his defiant glare from the floor at the fellow Finn.

“Stay safe, Sepe, okay? You’re a great kid. I love you. Whatever – we’ll always be there for you.”

Sebastian has already turned away to walk to the door.

Thank you so much for asking! It was so nice to hear from you!

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