Written for the Shyan Shipping Society’s daily prompt, which today was: write a thing based on one of your favorite author’s works.
This is a VERY short continuation to @bodhirookes amazing fic Captain Hook, which is so good, please read it immediately. (Also this won’t make sense if you haven’t)
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When Andrew’s phone rings, it’s 10pm and Steven’s dozing in his arms, the television the only thing lighting the bedroom. He was teetering on the edge of sleep himself, though the sound of the phone jolts him to awareness instantly. Nobody calls him but his parents; in the age of smartphones, it’s text messages only unless an emergency.
He moves carefully, patting clumsily at the items on the bedside table without waking Steven. He finally feels the smooth, cool face of his phone and grabs it, swiping to answer the call without looking to see who it is.
“This better be important,” he grumbled into the phone.
“Seven,” Ryan’s voice through the phone was offensively cheerful. There was a relaxed, almost languid quality to his voice that Andrew had never heard before.
“Seven what?”
“I’m pretty sure Shane’s big dick snapped my spine in seven places,” Ryan explained, and Andrew wished fervently for a moment he’d never left New Jersey for a job at Buzzfeed, even though it’d brought him to the love of his life, currently snoring in his ear. “I’m looking forward to making it fourteen very soon.”
“I hate you,” Andrew said, “I hate you more than I hate brunch.”
“Wow,” Ryan said, unbothered, still sounding post-coital, “That’s a lot of hate.”
“I’m hanging up,” Andrew felt his eye begin to twitch the longer this conversation went on. He tightened his grip on Steven. “Please feel free to never discuss your sex life with me again.”
“Dude,” Ryan sounded so gleeful, the little shit, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that getting dicked down was this good? I could have been getting fuc-”
Andrew hung up the phone.
Looks like tomorrow he’d be ordering that “Congrats on the sex!” cake he and Steven had been planning, only instead of surprising them with it at home, the entire office was going to get a piece of cake.
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FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project:
There’s a quiet kind of peace that washes over Bitty when he’s in the kitchen.
Sugar coating the counter, butter rolling down the edge of the bowl, flour sticking to his fingers—the essentials laid out in front of him, the basis of all of his creations, and nothing ahead of him except for the ideas in his head.
this one will be posted in jan but enjoy a snippet ☺️☺️ THANK U JO ILYSM!!
fic: we can love like fools tonight (shyan, rated: e)
A little thank you to @bodhirookes, most of which I wrote at the beach (-͡⌐■-͜ʖ-͡-■) Hope you enjoy, buddy! Thanks for being rad!
And yeah, maybe it should be weird, feel weird, to be kissing the guy he's been friends with for years, to be chasing that mouth when he's basically made a career out of refuting every single theory that comes out of it.
And it does feel weird. Weird like standing on stage in front of hundreds of screaming fans and knowing they're all there to see you. Weird like laughing yourself silly over a dead guy, until you can't even see through the tears. Weird like... like offering your hand to the man who shares your desk on your first day as a nervous intern, oblivious to the fact that you’ve just met one of the best people you'll ever know.
That's what being kissed by Ryan feels like, what being loved by Ryan feels like. Unprecedented, a little unfamiliar, and yes, definitely weird, but in the best fucking way.
He cups a hand around Ryan’s gorgeous, smiling face, and presses one last kiss into the corner of his crinkled eye. Ryan’s breath stutters against his cheek, so much different from their panting in between the hungry kisses, but the laugh lines don’t disappear as Shane kisses them.
hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect by bodhirookes
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who holds the umbrella when it rains: I’m not sure if they have umbrellas in the Star Wars ‘verse but it would probably be Finn.
who is the grumpiest in the morning: Poe.
who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: STOP OH NO. Probably Finn? Poe is a little more grounded and realistic and would realize that not all injuries/sicknesses are something to panic over, but Finn has more of a tendency to overreact. Not to mention he’s already thought that he lost Poe once before and doesn’t want to risk that happening again.
who plays pranks on the other: Poe.
who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: It’s pretty split down the middle, one of them suggests it when they get the chance.
who insists on creating nicknames for the other: I mean, Poe created Finn’s actual name, so...
who drools on the other when they’re asleep: They’re both drooling on each other, lbr.
who says ‘I love you’ first: Poe, probably in the heat of battle. It catches Finn completely by surprise, but after he says it once he literally can’t stop saying it. “Hey, this is my boyfriend Poe and I love him.” “I’m gonna go, I love you.” “Finn, you’re just going to the next room, we can still see each other.” “I know, I just wanted to make sure you knew.” uwu