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aphanon_meme) wrote2019-12-25 08:53 pm
aphanon_meme) wrote2019-12-25 08:53 pm
part 369 prohibition cocktails
Meme, you did it! And on Christmas, too!! How fancy. How was your year? It's almost the new year and I don't know about anyone else, but I'm excited to enter the 20s. We can finally bring back some excellent slang, like "That sounds berries to me!" or "I guess I'd describe myself as a cancelled stamp." Have a good year... and don't take any wooden nickels!
Enjoy part 369!
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WIP
(Anonymous) 2019-12-27 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: WIP
(Anonymous) 2019-12-27 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: WIP
(Anonymous) 2019-12-27 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: WIP
(Anonymous) 2019-12-27 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)from what I'm working on right now (with Fyodor from Bungou Stray Dogs):
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You felt your stomach clench as a wave of humiliation and anger and hurt rushed through you. The twinkling fairy lights you'd spent all morning tacking on the wall were mocking, the twee effect you'd hoped for long gone. Your eyes glanced over the table set neatly with the dishes you'd spent all day cooking and all week planning. The fact that you'd spent ten minutes arranging snack crackers in a pattern--it would be cute, you thought, white cracker then orange then white then orange again--made you want to dash them all to the floor.
Your finger twitched over your phone screen again, and you scrolled through the messages in helpless disbelief. "Sorry, can't make it." "Something came up." "Family emergency sorry." "Hey, I have to cancel tonight..."
Each message added to the growing pressure on your chest. How could they? Your friends knew how important this dinner was to you; knew you'd been planning for weeks. It was meant to bring your friend group closer together, since you'd been seeing less and less of them as of late. You had been so busy with your not-quite boyfriend, and it seemed that you were invited to less and less get-togethers as the weeks passed. This was your chance to reconnect and rekindle those friendships you held dear.
You'd sent out the invitations a month ago just to make sure everyone could find time in their schedules. You'd double-checked allergies and dietary restrictions. You spent money, time, energy--emotions--on getting everything just right. And they'd all cancelled. Did you do something wrong? Was it all a trick? Were they mad at you? You felt hot tears running down your cheeks, wet mascara stinging your eyes, as the urge to simply collapse on the floor became overwhelming.
You nearly jumped when you heard a gentle knocking at your front door. Everyone had cancelled, hadn't they? You felt yourself shaking as you walked to the door and gripped the doorknob.
You felt your heart thud inside your chest when you opened the door. It was Fyodor, holding one of the sweaters you'd forgotten at his apartment the last week.
"(Y/N), I won't interrupt your party, but I was walking by and..." He trailed off, his eyes looking over your face as he noticed your tears, the running make-up, the absolutely heartbroken expression you were sure was on your face. "What happened?"
You tried to answer, really, but the humiliation of it all caught in your throat. You'd made such a big deal about your dinner party to him, about how you didn't mean to be rude but you really wanted it to just be your friends, please don't be mad. And he was so gracious that you almost felt bad for insisting he stay away. He'd even asked which friends you'd invited and helped you shop for dinner ingredients so you'd have more time to get your place ready. Yet more than once he had commented that perhaps you were doing too much, since they might cancel, but you brushed off his words as worries about your touch of overspending.
Not missing a beat, he stepped inside and gently closed the door. He took your phone from your trembling hands and and scanned over the messages. He hummed as a frown took over his features. "All of them? Really?"
You nodded, and you felt your lips curl helplessly as you tried not to sob. "I--I'm so stupid," you said finally. "I never should have planned..." you gestured hopelessly to the decorations, the food, the empty empty apartment that you thought would have been filled with your friends and laughter by this point.
Fyodor said nothing, instead opting to set your phone on the side table and take you in his arms instead. You felt your pent-up sorrow and anger and embarrassment bubbling out of you as you gripped his shirt with one hand and buried your face against his shoulder. At his touch, you simply began to sob.
He gently rubbed your back, hushing you kindly as he hummed a bit. "I told you they were pulling away, didn't I? That this might be a bad idea?"
You nodded, more tears streaming down your face. He was right. He was always right. Why were you always so stupid?
With your face buried in his shirt, held tightly in his protecting arms, you couldn't see him smile.
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and that's it so far! I guess it's a first draft of a first part, since I want to change some things still.
Re: WIP
Editing: Germany/Norway, fuckbuddies with feelings (I detect a trend here...) I'm so sick of this story, and I really want to be done with it.
Rediscovered a partly-started draft and want to write more: Norway/Denmark, historical setting (vaguely 18th-century, can't hammer down a year). They were visiting France; France was flirting with Norway all evening. After they leave him for the night, and they're in private together, Denmark asks Norway why he didn't take France up on his offer. And of course Norway explains that he likes Denmark better, and shows him exactly what that means. ...I didn't get very far with this, and I think it's because I often have a problem with Den/Nor - I love this pairing so much, and I kind of psych myself out when writing it, worrying too much about making it perfect. I need to just chill out and get to the passionate lovemaking, gdi. (Not that either of them would refer to what they're doing in that way, but it totally is.)
Re: WIP
(Anonymous) 2019-12-29 12:42 am (UTC)(link)Ive been trying to write this fic all week
Why is this so hard, i can see it in my head but getting it out just WILL NOT WORK