I changed my mind about my earlier idea of once a week probably.
I want to start Fanfiction Fridays. I planned to do this earlier but it is currently 11:56 and the bit I wanted to post isn't finished. So, here's an excerpt from an old fanfic I started a few years ago.
X and Cop walked through a little orchard. It was a perfect spring day, if a little humid and cloudy.
“Cop?” X asked suddenly. Cop turned.
“’sup, X?”
“I’m just wondering,” he said, clearly flustered with what he was going to ask, “But…there’s a difference between you and me, even though we’re sure now you’re based off my design…and it’s not the same difference between me and the other reploids…and then back when we first met you asked me what my story was…so I guess…what I wanna ask is… what’s your story?” Copper hesitated.
“Well, X,” she started, “I used to be a human…back when Dr. Light and all were around. When I was a teenager I caught a terminal illness and…well…I became known as Copper and worked as a bit of a vigilante for the rest of my days. They --Drs. Light and Cossack-- digitized my consciousness as you see me now. I asked not to be digitized, but something changed their minds. When I woke up, Dr. Caine had opened my pod 100 years later and here I am.”
“Wow,” X said, “So you knew Dr. Light personally?”
“Yes, for a few years,” Cop answered, “I knew his robots too. Rock, Roll, Blues…and all the Masters.”
“Can you tell me more about him?” X pressed. Cop smiled at the memories.
“Well, he was a father figure if ever I knew one. Kind, calm, supportive, always happy to help or spend time with the people he loved. He never gave up on anyone, even Dr. Wily. He had a warm presence and laughter that could just fill a room. His creativity and ingenuity were endless and he had energy to match most of the time.” X’s eyes shone. The clouds gathered darker and it began to rain.
“Hmm…we should get back in,” X remarked. Copper grinned impishly and bonked X on the head before running toward the house.
“LAST ONE BACK’S A DATED SYSTEM!” she called over her shoulder. X gave chase and she shrieked laughing as he cornered her and bonked her back.
“Can’t outrun me, fossil!” He quipped. Cop grabbed a long, skinny stick and shook it pretending she had a bad back.
“Come back here, you whippahsnappah!” She shouted in a fake creaky voice, “I have wisdom of age on mah side!” She straightened and ran after him, “Besides!” she said, “your build is older than mine so who’s the real fossil!?”
“You were ten years older than me at least counting non-digitized!” X grinned.
“Technicalities, ya blue gremlin!” X gave a smile that clearly had you could be my motherboard written all over it as he hastened his escape from Cop’s stick still laughing.
After a brief chase around in the rain, the two of them headed in and dried off, taking refuge in a large room with a crackling fire as the rain grew into a thunderstorm. The looked at each other for a second, a poorly suppressed smile on both their faces.
“Face it, we’re both older than Dr. Caine,” they said at the same time. There was a slight pause before they doubled over laughing.
“Chess?” X asked, when he finally let go of his sides. Cop sighed with a soft smile as she finished drying her hair with a towel.
“You’re on,” she said, walking to a cupboard in the kitchen next door and picking up some E-tanks. X set up a board and the two of them began a game.
“Tell me more about Dr. Light?” X asked again as he moved a pawn.
“Well, there was a couple times things went awry at the labs where I was present,” Cop replied, moving her own piece. “Like one time he was trying to do something to an arm update on…well I had a robotic arm at the time. Roll had just made him lunch and Rock and I were looking for tools at the back of the room. We both jumped as there was a big BANG!” She giggled, “Dr. Light’s hair was all up on end and singed and his sandwich was fried mostly black and he was standing there mouth and eyes wide open. He just kinda stood there for a minute, then he picked up his sandwich and took a bite and said “now this is grilled cheese!”” X and Copper laughed as their game continued. They exchanged stories about Drs. Light and Caine as they played chess by the fire.
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Most realistic portrayal of best friends on tv in my opinion : Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster (Psych, 2006-2014 + movies)
- they bicker 24/7
- they would literally kill anyone who dares touch their bestie
- they run away screaming abandoning their bro whenever something scary happens
- their biggest fear is being separated
- they steal cereal box prizes from each other
- they love and support each other in all their endeavors (even if they'll complain the whole time)
- they playfight and argue in whispers every single time bc they always contradict each other
- they don't put their romantic partners before their best friend (once they settled down)
And there's a ton more things I haven't listed here but they are just.... true best friends who grew up together and as much as they joke around, there is a true deep bond between the two of them and they couldn't do what they do without the other because they complete each other :(
P.S: if you like b99, sherlock, scooby doo, white collar and wanna watch a show with very well portrayed platonic and romatic relationships, watch this show ! It's lighthearted and fun with very well developped characters and it's a show that earns it's serious moments where the stakes are high ! Well written & directed and with a ton of unique episodes so you're never bored ♡ (it's on netflix go have fun ! or peacock & amazon prime depending on location)
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FD,AU
bucky barnes x fem reader
words: 594
warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, explicit content, answering the phone while having sex, mild spanking. let me know if i missed anything.
a/n: listen, i'm trying to come up with new stuff but it's really hard for me rn, so pls enjoy this other orphaned work from ao3 that i'm bringing back here bc i'm an idiot. k thenks ilysm. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged and appreciated ♡
Bucky has you face down, ass up, fucking into you roughly. He’s dragging moans and whimpers from deep within you, hitting all the right places. He brings his hand down to smack your ass.
“Fuck,” you gasp, clenching around his cock.
You hear him chuckle behind you. He does it again, and again, sending your pleasure soaring higher and higher. You’re sure your orgasm is just on the cusp… when his phone rings. Obviously, you expect him to ignore it. You don’t expect him to slam into you, and then pause suddenly.
“No, no,” you whine, trying to wriggle your hips to get him moving again as your pleasure winds down to a low hum.
He shushes you, squeezing your hip. You see his arm reach to the side where his phone rests on the sheets. You watch, bewildered, as he presses a button and lifts it to his ear.
“This is James,” he says as he answers.
You throw a wild look his way, silently asking him what the fuck he’s doing. His lips tilt up in a half grin.
“Oh, Mr. Hudson, so nice to hear from you,” he greets pleasantly, at the same time he drags his cock out slowly. He thrusts back in and continues. “I hadn’t expected a call until tomorrow.” A pause. “No, I’m not busy. What do you need?”
He lazily fucks you as he holds a conversation with the supposed Mr. Hudson, and all you’re able to do is lie there and take it. You do your best to be quiet, lest the man on the other end of the phone hear you and therefore what James is doing to you, but Bucky gives you a rough thrust, his cock hitting a spot that makes you cry out. He quickly bends, wrapping his hand around your mouth, but still never stopping his thrusting.
Your breathing turns harsh, little moans coming out muffled against his hand. He shoves his phone between his cheek and shoulder, using his now free hand to pull you up until your back is pressed against his chest.
“Sure, we can set up a meeting. When is best for you?”
With one hand still covering your mouth, his other slides down your torso until it slips between your legs, his fingers setting a quick rhythm on your clit. You whimper as you throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder.
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then, sir.”
He’s barely hung up the phone when he tosses it on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast, pinching at your nipples and biting marks into your neck and shoulder. You’re a mess; noises being wrenched from you, sweat dripping down your back. Bucky’s panting against your skin as he gets closer and closer to climax.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says breathlessly.
A few more thrusts and you gasp, back arching, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, and then your body shudders, thighs shaking and trying to close around his hand. He groans as you clench around him, his rhythm faltering before he, too, stills. His hands surely leave bruises where they’re gripping you, but you’ll wear them with pride.
You both catch your breath for a moment, but then you reach behind you and pinch his thigh.
“Ow! What was that for?” he asks, rubbing at the sore spot.
“If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll punch you in the dick,” you threaten halfheartedly.
He laughs and kisses you on the cheek, winking when you glare at him over your shoulder.
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