#favorite bits

my thanks to @palimpsessed @angelsfalling16 @foolofabookwyrm @caitybuglove23 @carryonmylovelies @im-gettingby @bazzybelle @parijpg @thehoneyedhufflepuff @ninemagicks @amphipodgirl @banjjakbanjjak for the tags! It was such a joy being tagged by all of you--it totally made my day (I hope I didn't miss anyone!) (Some of you may have tagged me for WIP Wednesday but I’m confused at this point so here we are.)

I didn’t think I wrote many fics in 2020 but I seem to have written more than I remembered! 

Here are my top 5 favorite lines/bits from this year:

1. I can’t believe they’re driving right into a Quiet Zone. You’d think they’d know what a bad idea that is. But then again, these three seem mighty clueless for magicians. Or vampires. Or harpy hybrids. Whatever they are. It was quick thinking by Edward (I’m just going to call him Edward, it’s easier) to act like it was all a show. That might work for run-of-the-mill Normals. But anyone like me—or a demon in disguise, any Maybe really–wouldn’t be fooled. Not with them spilling magic like that. I’ve never seen anything like it. Spells, magic fire, the dude bro guy literally flying. (I’m going to call him Kevin, it’s easier.) 

From I’ve Been Everywhere, my first and only Shep POV fic. 

2. Do I Hoover the crumbs off his chest or lick them off? 

From Salt and Vinegar. Crack fic that turned into something else. 

3. I’m too tired to get up but I need to take a piss. Baz slides an arm around my waist and helps lift me off the bed. The room spins, and I’d be on the floor if he wasn’t holding me up. My head’s swimming. We wobble to the loo and I actually sit down to take a piss, like an old man, which is near the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done in front of Baz, and I’ve done my fair share of humiliating things. He stands in front of me and lets me lean into him, stroking my hair over and over. My arms feel like dead weight but I manage to wrap them around his thighs as I sit there. His fingers never stop carding through my hair.  

From Bite Down. Hurt/comfort/sick fic with a happy ending. 

4. Simon’s already standing across from me, an arm's breadth away. He holds out my bag of food and I reach for it with my gloved hand. As soon as I grasp it his hand moves to cover mine, warm even through the vinyl of the gloves, his fingers sliding up to gently grip my wrist. I feel a thrum run through me, from that point of contact all the way up my arm. My head’s buzzing from it.It feels so good to have someone touch me. 

Simon squeezes my wrist once, then pulls away. There’s a hoarse roughness to his voice when he speaks. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

I stretch my free hand out, palm up, fingers wide. “So have I.”

He meets it halfway, the graze of his fingers tingling across my skin until they close around my wrist again. My fingers wrap around him, my hand against the flat of his wrist, each pulse of his heartbeat throbbing against my palm.

I don’t know how long we stand like that. It could be seconds. It could be eternity. I start and end at the point of contact, my world narrowed down to the firmness of his grip and that steady thrum pulsing against me, keeping time with my own heart. 

From Let My Love Open the Door.  (Sorry that was a long one, but I loved writing that first moment of holding hands)

and lastly one from a different fandom that is also dear to my heart:

5. It’s jarring to realize that what I’d once considered to be the Mount Everest of my Mum’s culinary crimes was actually just a runner-up Mount Kilimanjaro--that she’d lulled me into thinking the special curry was the pinnacle of toxicity, while unbeknownst to me the summer curry had been lurking in the deeper waters. I know I’m mixing my metaphors and I don’t care–they still aren’t as unfortunate a combination as any of my mother’s curry ingredients.

from my Boyfriend Material fic Oh! You Pretty Things. A snippet of Luc’s POV.