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amillionsmiles · 6 years

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end of year fic meme

tagged by @hailkuvira ; thanks so much, this was fun! (and inspired me to bust out the excel spreadsheets, LOL)

tagging @spacetravels , @sp4c3-0ddity , @anakkin , @leejinkih + anyone else who would like to have fun w. this

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Fics posted:

Tumblr exclusives: just going to direct to my masterlists tag, tbh

FF.Net: like we’re made of starlight (TATBILB, 2148 words) are you having fun yet? (i’ll send you the sunset) (Big Hero 6, 9302 words)

Archive of Our Own: just the lonely talking (The Last Jedi, 1521 words) dj got us falling in love again (Voltron, 5342 words) want your bad romance (Voltron, 2010 words) your hair was long when we first met (Voltron, 7339 words) quantum mechanics, smirks, and other complications of the universe (Voltron, 2501 words) is that a hermit crab in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? (Voltron, 1840 words) you’re deriving me crazy (Voltron, 6928 words) in the nook of a cousin universe (Voltron, 13441 words) head in the game (Voltron, 7804 words) The Future’s Open Wide (Voltron, 14500 words) you only live forever in the lights you make (Voltron, 1485 words) come out your way (Scarlet Heart Ryeo, 3446 words)

Total number: 14, plus tumblr Total word count: 89,174

Ship/Character breakdown: Ship breakdown: for Voltron, 14 Plance, 6 Sheith, 1 Hance. Big Hero 6 was my usual Tomadashi, TATBILB was Covinsky, The Last Jedi was just Tico sisters feelings, so Gen. Character breakdown: Lots of Pidge, Keith, Lance, and Shiro POVs

Characters that had the main focus: My fave Pidge got a lot of spotlight this year, and I wrote more Lance POV than I thought I would, which was fun! Besides that, Keith gets the narrator role for most of my Sheith fics, per usual.

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: I’m not even ashamed to admit it because I have the humor of a teenage boy, but is that a hermit crab in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? was definitely my favorite, though it loses some points for being a mouthful, I guess. 2nd place would go to you’re deriving me crazy for the three-way pun. Worst title: come out your way is kind of nebulous I guess

Best/worst first line? Best: i am become blade “A knife is a close-range weapon. This is the first thing Keith learns, before the Garrison, before Voltron, before the Blade.”

Worst: welp, this is making me realize that almost all my fics start with just a single line of dialogue. I guess are you having fun yet? (i’ll send you the sunset) which just begins with: “I’m here! I’m here!” Best/worst last line? Best: you only live forever in the lights you make

“Sorry,” murmurs Shiro, but there’s little remorse in it, just a smile pressed against Keith’s temple, a buzzer going off in Keith’s head. A knee between his legs, their bodies aligning, and Keith thinks of that moment of grace when he releases the ball from his hands, watching it arc away from him with a held breath—and when Shiro finally, finally kisses him, it’s bleachers full of people rising to their feet, the thunderous roar of a crowd, the sweetest of sighs as the ball tumbles, headlong, through the net.

In case anyone hasn’t picked up on it yet, my heart will always beat for basketball and I think this paragraph really captures the feeling it gives, plus the Sheith kiss doesn’t hurt :’)

Worst: come out your way “And she smiles back.” I mean, it works for the two characters and where they are at this specific moment, but it’s not particularly insightful or creative, so I do wish I could have done a little more.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? I think more! I thought it would be much more slow-going because of college, but going through this reflection has made me realize that I still managed to squeeze stuff in when I got bitten by the writing bug.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? God, this was the year of the Plance Plance Revolution. I remember @flusteredkeith texting me about Plance in like May or something of this year and at the time I was still like “oh that sounds cute” but probs wouldn’t actively ship it myself but now.... here we are.... oh worm What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. My entire ball’s in your court verse, tbh, particularly the Pidge and Lance segments. More to come! :)

Okay, NOW your most popular story. On tumblr, hold it against me got the most notes. On Ao3, in the nook of a cousin universe has the most hits and bookmarks, while hermit crab has the most kudos.

Story most underappreciated by the universe? My Hunk/Lance Sky High AU, tbh. I had so much fun writing it and was a little sad to see it sent off into the void, but Hance is a rarepair to begin with so I guess that was to be expected.

Story that could have been better? just the lonely talking; I really want to do more with the Tico sisters and their backstories but tbh I’m still not as informed about the Star Wars-verse as I’d like to be so a lot of the fic was just *waves hands* Maybe another time I’ll take a different stab at it.

Sexiest story? I’m vanilla af but I guess things get semi-steamy at the end of hermit crab, if you ignore the fact that the entire fic reads like a shitpost Saddest story? in the nook of a cousin universe. I mean, it’s a Kimi no na Wa AU, so that was kind of a given ;) Most fun? want your bad romance far and away. spin classes are something else, y’all Story with single sweetest moment? you’re deriving me crazy wins hands-down for best snuggles and cuddles all around.

Raising an eyebrow, Lance smirks, moving to the edge of her bed. Feet planted on the carpet, he pats his knee.

“C’mere.”

“What are you trying to do?” Pidge asks suspiciously, but she goes anyways.

“Nothing.” Feigning innocence, Lance hooks her by the belt loops, pulling her closer into the cradle of his hips. His legs bracket her on either side, and she laces her fingers behind his neck, waiting. It’s an old game between them, this process of making him come to her; Lance tilts his head back, smiling, and Pidge rolls her eyes, bending a little to meet him—

—only for him to snake an arm around her waist and tip her sideways onto the bed.

“Lance!” yelps Pidge, her bedsprings squeaking under their weight as they fall onto the mattress. She means to say more—something about how he’s a dirty sneak, but that gets swallowed by laughter when he starts tickling her, going straight for her neck.

“I—hate—you,” she gasps, squirming as she tries to bat his hands away. Eventually, she manages to get a leg around his middle and rolls them over, though Pidge suspects it only happens so easily because Lance is happy to yield. She ends up sitting on his waist, his chest rising and falling gently under her hands.

Hardest story to write? in the nook of a cousin universe, bc plotting was hell, and then also by virtue of it being a commission I felt doubly self-conscious about everything. But it was worth it in the end :)

Easiest/most fun story to write? want your bad romance because half of it happened to me in real life

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters? My Hunk/Lance Sky High AU actually got me to see how the Hunk/Keith dynamic could play out, surprisingly, which was a fun revelation to have. And then writing Pidge/Lance has made me fall back in love with Lance as a character, just realizing how genuinely good and fun and sweet he is.

Most overdue story? are you having fun yet? (i’ll send you the sunset) This fic had literally been languishing in my drafts for over a year and a half, and that’s not counting the first seeds of inspiration for it, which had been around way before that. It felt really good to finally get it done. :)

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? This summer was the first time I opened myself up to commissions, and I was pleasantly surprised and honored by the response, so maybe I’ll make it an every summer thing. I think taking commissions definitely taught me to approach writing with more discipline, which was nice. I also branched more into “crack” fic and found it extremely enjoyable, so here’s to more of those.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Take more writing prompts, and train myself to treat them as prompts instead of feeling the need to develop a whole full-length fic around it.

Finish your hair was long when we first met

Write more rarepairs for Voltron (heith and kidge are next on my list)

Start my Hogwarts series

Basketball-verse Plance Part 3 B)

#fic memes #smiles speaks

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benbarnesescape · 7 years

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The Wager

Part 2

Story Synopsis: When wager against Logan that you can’t fall for his seducing antics you realize you may have wagered for more than you can handle

Warning: Language, hints at SMUT but mostly fluff. 18+ sorry kids - it's Logan

A/N: I’ve gotten a lot of requests to continue this series so here it is. The first part (you can read here) of this was shit writing so here is a part 2. Better writing to make up for the initial crap.

Ben has me all kinds of fucked up so all the Logan feels today.

“No?” his right hand raises to softly caress your neck, his touch sending an instant shiver down your spine. “You’re body is telling me otherwise. Besides, don’t you want to know what you won?”

“No - I can only imagine what you have in mind for me.” You roll your eyes as you push away from him, adjusting your dress. Ignoring the throbbing between your legs. Ignoring the fact that Logan was handing you a silver platter to be yours for a night and you were ignorantly trying to push it away. Logan chuckles as he watches you, shaking his head.

“That's not fair. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”

You turn and give him a skeptical look and he raises his hands.

“Meet me at my place tomorrow morning. Eight a.m.”

“...you get whatever you want for 24 hours.” you mumble and he nods, finishing his drink. The smile still stuck on his face.

“I know. I’m opting to start my 24 hours tomorrow morning at 8.”

You chew your lip, debating all the ways this is going to go south.

“Fine. Tomorrow at 8 at your place.”

“Perfect!” he smiles at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. You take a long swig of the brandy in your glass, trying to ignore the lingering scent of his cologne before grabbing your phone and sending a group text to your two closest friends.

You: Ladies, I think I just made a deal with the devil

You wait a beat, organizing the room before you feel your phone buzz.

Leslie: What do you mean?

You: Logan and I made a wager

Jesse: …...you bet against Logan. Y/N how many times do we have to warn you - he’s trouble.

Leslie: I mean, if you ARE going to make poor choices what's so wrong with making them with trouble

Jesse: Leslie!

Leslie: It's true! What you wager Y/N

You sit down behind the desk, still nursing the glass of brandy as you type out your next response

You: That I wouldn’t succumb to his will

Silence. You could imagine them both laughing, shaking their head at you. At your naive, stubborn pigheaded attitude that always got you in trouble.

Leslie: Y/N….you know Logan is like one of the sexiest businessmen in THE WORLD. Not New York. Not America. That motherfucker is internationally sexy. Of course he can make you submit to his will. Not to mention his job is to get people to invest in his company.

Leslie: Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… well played

Leslie: I’m only jealous I didn’t think of it myself

You: I didn’t plan this!!!!!!

Leslie: *Insert Eye Roll* Suuuuuuuurrreee

Jesse: …...do you have to sleep with him now? Is that what you wagered?

Leslie: OMG please say that's it! Jesse and I have both thrown ourselves on him and he always shuts us down….one of the three of us needs to be able to tell the tale.

You chuckled, shaking your head. Of course they had.

You: I just have to spend time doing whatever he wants for the next 24 hours

You: At first I thought that meant he wanted to sleep together

You: But he wants to meet at 8 am tomorrow morning soooooo… idk lol

You bite your lip, taking another sip. You could always read Logan and what was spinning behind that witty mind of his. Minus how he felt about you, he was a pretty open book. You couldn’t read him on this and you didn’t like that.

Jesse: ….just go with it. Text us if you need anything. Its Logan. He respects you, you know. I’m sure it’ll just be you two hanging out like you always do

Leslie: hanging out and fucking. He totally has a thing for you Y/N

You snorted shaking your head, before you heard a light knock on the door followed by your name. You sighed. You had completely forgotten about work.

You: I’ll call you both after work. Les, you’re delusional. Logan has only expressed interest in being my friend.

You stand up, smoothing out your dress before one last text shoots through.

Leslie: But has he? Think about it.

You sighed. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

Delos Towers were two prominent buildings in downtown Manhattan. The first, the larger of the two, were where all the magic happened. Businessmen constantly flew in and out the large glass doors. It housed multiple offices, including Logan’s and his families, a gym, a five star restaurant a spa and other side businesses it had swallowed it its quest for power.

The second tower was a block away and exclusively condos and apartments for the wealthy. Though not as tall as its sibling, it still towered over its neighboring buildings, demanding strength and elegance.

Both buildings reminded you of Logan as you stood outside the latter, looking up at the large building in awe and fear. You’ve been at Logan’s plenty of times - he had the best sound of the art sound system paired with the sleekest TV screen and you loved to binge watch Netflix on his couch while he worked beside you. You liked using his rooftop pool. You liked cooking in his kitchen. You liked hosting game nights with both of your close friends. Spending time with Logan had become second nature to you. You hadn’t realized how much so until now.

You had offered to have him over to your home, to host things in your territory but he was strongly and consistently against it. In fact, he was constantly trying to pressure you to move into one of the apartments in the building - free of charge - and you always turned it down. You liked your 800 sq. ft. apartment in Brooklyn - it had character. And probably mold and a thousand other things but those were the things that gave it life.

Perhaps waging against him was a mistake. You didn’t want to lose your friendship. You didn’t want to complicate it with sex knowing he would never commit. You liked spending time with Logan. You were sure he liked spending time with you.

“What are you doing out here standing in the cold silly?” you hear his voice over the loud sounds of traffic and snap your eyes away from the tall building, finding his own as he walks toward you. He was dressed in a casual black leather jacket, a dark grey button down shirt and jeans. It was the most casual you had ever seen him and for a second, you took back your hesitant thoughts. It was easy when he was dressed as a GQ model, looking at you with eyes that twinkled with amusement.

“Just waiting for you.” you smile and he wraps an arm around you, drawing you closer.

“Perfect. I can’t wait to start our 24 hours.” he smiles that smile that only promises trouble and you try to bite back the internal groan. You were definitely in over your head.

Logan had been waiting in the lobby for you when you had walked by his building, looking up at the tall steel structure. He had been talking to his receptionists, finalizing plans for the night and had tripped over his words, something that was uncharacteristically unlike him. It was your outfit. You wore a black romper, the buttons around your breast unfastened exposing your cleavage. You had thrown on a casual leather jacket over it and the wedges you had paired with the get up made your legs longer.

Begging to have them wrapped around something. Him. As he fucked you against a wall in his apartment.

Fuck he had it bad.

The receptionist, who had never seen his client lose his composure, tries to mask the chuckle under his breath as he clears his throat, trying to catch Logan’s attention to finalize his last thought. It was a lost cost. Logan had lost interest the moment you had stepped into the picture and only nods yes, walking out toward you.

This was going to be a fun day.

He knows that you don’t trust him. Knows that you know all about him and the woman he seduces. Knows that he is dangerous and that you’re a good girl and that good girls shouldn’t play with bad boys. Doesn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around your waist, his free hand caressing your face.

He also knew you were probably just as dangerous as he was under your sweet natured demeanor. And he wanted to be the one to pull that dark side out of you, claiming you for his own.

“Did you have breakfast yet?” he asks, his fingers caressing your cheeks and you shake your head no, your eyes locked on him. He smiles, looking to the right to find his driver pulling up to the building.

“Perfect. I know just the place we can go to.”

He turns, ushering you into the car and you take a seat, watching him carefully as he sits beside you. The driver takes off and you frown.

“You’re not keeping me hostage in your apartment?”

He laughs, light and carefree and shakes his head.

“Later doll. Right now I have to make sure you’re properly fed.”

You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing.

“I don’t trust you Logan. You played dirty last night which got me into this mess in the first place.”

He tsks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Trust is the foundation of friendship. Why would I want to jeopardize that?”

His mouth is just too close to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe. You try to ignore the way it makes you feel as you say,

“You already have! To win the stupid wager that has me in this mess. I wanted to spend my Saturday binge watching Marvel movies or enjoying a massage. Or eating brunch and getting drunk with Leslie and Jesse.”

Logan rolls his eyes.

“You wanted to drool over Captain America and his friends? The one with the wings and the metal arm. And you always hang out with Jesse and Leslie on Saturday. And I can always fit in a massage if you really want one.”

Of course he could. The car comes to a stop and you push him as the driver gets out to open your doors.

“Its Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. I thought I trained you better to know this,” you take a moment to look out the window at the restaurant he has taken you too. “Where the hell did you kidnap me to Logan?”

He smiles, rubbing his hands together.

“Phase 1 of our wager.”

You walk into the posh restaurant, Logan’s hands entwining in your own and you look up at him confused. Though you both spent a good time together, and he allowed you to cuddle against him sometimes, he always kept a safe distance. You figured it was because of the men you dated. Perhaps he had been distancing himself.

Logan specialized in keeping everyone at arm's length and maintaining the upper hand.

You don’t have time to ask him as a round older man barges toward you, a robust smile planted on his face.

“Logan! Surprised to see you so soon.”

The thick, french accent isn’t lost on your ears as the man turns to you extending his hand out before asking,

“And who is this delicate flower that you have brought along with you today?”

You smile as you shake his hand and Logan whispers,

“This is one of my dearest friends, Y/N. Thought she’d enjoy a lesson today.”

Now you know there’s something wrong with him. He never once - once - had introduced you as his dearest friend. Just an acquaintance you hung around with, even if you both knew it was a lie.

“Bellisima! Follow me.”

The man turns and you look back at Logan who starts toward the path of the man. He’s stopped when you don’t budge from your spot, your hands still entwined within each other and he turns to you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

“What's wrong?” he asks and you shake your head.

“You need to explain what’s going on here. You never reference me as your friend, let alone your dearest friend. You never touch me. I always have to beg you to cuddle with me. I don’t want to…..Logan I can’t do all of this today where you treat me like a queen and then tomorrow it's back to being a comfortable accessory that you only want to be around when its convenient for you.”

You tug your hand away and cross your arms.

“I’m already an emotional mess with Richard’s stupid ass. I can’t - I won’t allow myself to get pulled into your web of God knows what game you’re playing.”

Logan raises an eyebrow, watching you intently before walking back to you. He hesitates before placing his hands on his shoulders and whispering,

“Ever think I didn’t do any of those things because you were always dating someone. I know that I don't show my affection a lot but I want to do something special for you today. Let me surprise you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. And I don’t plan on keeping you at an arm's distance if you stay single. I just….listen, I know that those dumb idiots you date may not have bought up how much our friendship annoys them but I have to work with them every fucking day and trust me honey, they’re not a fan. I was doing what I thought was best for you.”

He sighs before continuing, “If you don’t like what we do right now, you’re free to leave and spend the rest of your Saturday doing what will make you happy.”

His eyes shadow something different now. Fear. Insecurity. You bite your lip, watching him before you allow a soft smile to tug at your lips.

Logan was trying to do something nice for you. He always did. You were allowing insecurities to ruin something that you knew he probably spent most of last night planning.

“Fine. That’s fair and you’re right, I guess I shouldn’t have put you in that situation. So I’ll trust you but I swear to the baby Jesus Logan if this is another manipulation ploy I’m outta here.”

He smiles, grabbing your hand again.

“I promise Y/N, it's not.”

You grab a handful of flour discreetly, waiting until Logan looks up at you before you throw it in his face, your laughter ringing in the large kitchen.

After you’re weird omission of fear, you had hesitantly followed Logan into the back of the restaurant only to find that he had scheduled you both for a specialized cooking lesson with a world renowned french chef, LeStat.

Of course he had. Couldn’t take a cute little cooking class that he could have found on Groupon for $50 bucks. It had to be the very best.

He looked at you now, the flour dousing his face, trying not to allow the smile to tug up at his lips.

“You ok there Lo? Looks like you have something on your face.”

Its then that LeStat walks by, mouth ready for your next steps before noticing the flour all over Logan and biting back a smile. He then smiles and says,

“We should put the pastries in the oven. It should take them an hour to bake.”

You nod, your laughter still echoing around the kitchen and Logan grabs the large pan, shaking his head.

“I’ll throw them in. We should probably clean our station since someone had to make a mess.”

Though he tries to keep a frustrated face, the amusement in his voice wins and you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him as he walks away. LeStat watches the interaction, his eyes brow raised before saying lowly,

“Are you and Logan dating?”

You had been wiping flour off the counter into a wet dish towel and freeze your movement, staring up at him. When your able to find your voice you mumble out,

“What? No…. no. Why?”

LeStat shrugs.

“I've known Logan most of his life and he never has bought another women to his weekly cooking lessons. Maybe his sister and mother occasionally but never a woman,” he smiles at you as Logan makes his way over, “you must be very special to him if he felt he could share this part of him with you.”

He turns, walking back to another section of the kitchen as Logan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and wiping his face in your neck and shoulder.

“Stop it! What are you doing!?” you laugh and he bites down on your shoulder before pulling away.

“Cleaning my face since I have flour everywhere.”

Your laughter doesn’t subside as as you grab a towel, wetting it before stepping up to him to clean his face.

“I’m sorry...its just..you didn’t ever tell me you knew how to cook. I always cook for you when I’m over.”

Logan chuckles, leaning against the counter as he allows you to wipe along his jawline and you push away the thought of what it would feel like to kiss the sharp, stumbled skin .

“I don’t tell a lot of people that I know how to cook. Its my…..therapy.”

You look at him expectantly and he sighs, crossing his arms. You wanted to pry but you also knew that Logan was private - so private that it took two years into your friendship before he invited you over to his place. Let alone meet his friends.

You had yet to meet anyone in his family.

“...when I’m stressed out. Or my dad pisses me off. Its nice to cook and bake. I like having the control…..” he frowns, dropping his head and you stop wiping at his face.

“You don’t have to say any more Lo. I get it.”

Your voice is barely a whisper and you’re afraid you can be barely be heard over the movement in the kitchen but when Logan sinks his hands in your hips you know he has. He’s watching you, those dark chocolate eyes betraying something else again.

He draws you closer to him, his cologne overwhelming your senses as he licks at your lips, his eyes now gazing down your face, falling on your lips. You bite your lips and he groans, the pressure of his hands increasing against your soft skin.

You think he’s going to lean in and kiss you, god the tension between begs that he does. Instead, he just squeezes your hips one last time before whispering,

“We should probably finish our breakfast. I told you’d I’d treat you to brunch and we still have a lot to do this week.”

His voice is broken as he pushes you aside, running his hands through his hair before heading to the sink and washing them.

“What the hell was that about.” you mumble to yourself.

#ben barnes #logan westworld x reader #Logan westworld AU #benbarnesescape

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