#18 fic

[nottheweirdest]

My beta commented 'heck' and then 'HECK' on certain parts of tomorrow's chapter of Clean Slate and... I don't think she's ever done that. I think I maybe got one heck out of chapter 13 and nothing really sense. lol That's basically her way of saying OH SHIT.

So... Yeah.... Really wondering what you guys are gonna think of this...

[ironkissedmage]

Besties! Something new 🤗 I hope you like it 💕

A Phone Call Away

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5.7k

[localcultivator]

18, full chapter 1

already guys! heres the first full chapter of 18! Sorry for the wait. I need to go to bed so I’ll be doing the tag list in the morning. 

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“Damian, until you can learn the definition of excessive force for a bat, you’re benched as Robin. I thought we were past this” Bruce declared, making Damian’s life a living hell (according to Damian). 

The conversation was rolling around his head as he walked around Gotham, his anger stewing at his father. How was Damian supposed to know that the mugger would twist in the exact way necessary for the hold he was in to break his arm? Damian arrived at his favorite park and was making his way to his favorite bench when he saw her. 

Blue hair with red tips styled into two buns on the top of her head, piercings lining her ears and a tattoo of a vine with what looked like ladybugs trailing down her arm. She was sketching something and seemed to be in her own world. As he took in the stranger sitting on his bench, he got an idea. 

The perfect way to get back at his father. Revenge for something Batman did by making life hard for Bruce Wayne. Todd would be proud. 

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 Marinette had been enjoying the summer sun, and the clear enough weather to get some sketching done when he sat down beside her on the bench. Tall, gorgeous green eyes, tan skin and hair just as dark as night. An absolute dream. Until he opened his mouth, 

“Miss, I saw your appearance, and decided that you would be the perfect candidate to help me get back at my father. I can assure you that I am reputable and can provide both a background check as well as monetary compensation if you decide to help me. I of course will ask for a background check in return, the worse it is, the better. What do you say?” 

Marinette was shocked at the absolute gall of this man, and her opinion of him flushed itself down the toilet. 

“I don’t know whether or not to be offended that you think I can help you with this little rebellion of yours, but I can assure you, I am not the right person for it. If you have an actual business proposition for me, here’s my card.” 

She took out the little piece of cardstock she tended to keep in her purse, handed it to the little asshole and walked off. Luckily, she had taken her Nonna’s bike to the park so she wasn’t forced to walk back to her apartment. Putting on the helmet, she turned the bike on and rode away from the annoying asshole who had managed to ruin a perfectly good day. 

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Marinette wasn’t sure how she had gotten herself into this mess. After she left the park, she rode around the city for an hour, trying to clear her head and get control of her anger. She hadn’t been angry at someone since… Adrien. And the recurrence of green eyes had done nothing to help her simmer down. She arrived back to her work shop, ready to work on her next few projects to get the brat out of her mind. 

Except he was there. 

And he had an actual business proposition for her. 

Marinette wasn’t completely isolated from the local media, she knew who the Waynes were. So when Damian said that he would only wear her brand and would get the rest of his family to do the same as long as she helped him out with his little rebellion, well, what was Marinette to do? 

“Before I accept, it will take a bit of time to create an entire wardrobe for you and your family. How about we continue the charade the amount of time it takes me to finish your new clothes? You also have to pay the standard commission price. No exceptions” 

Damian just nodded, like the thousands of dollars he was going to be spending was just pocket change to him. 

She held out her hand and he took it, cementing their contract. 

Marinette was pretty sure she had just made a deal with the devil.

[sketchy-and-unformed]

Final 3 Kakashi Bingo fics!

Title: be my mistake Rating: Explicit Pairing: Kakashi/Tenzo Summary:  One of the best things about Tenzō is how good he is in bed, which is also the worst thing about Tenzō because Kakashi can’t stay away even when he tries his hardest. Tags: denial of feelings, angst, casual sex, bottom Kakashi, mutual pining

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32813686

Prompt fill: Mistakes

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Title: caretaker. Rating: Teen and up Pairing: Kakashi & Tenzo, Kakashi/Tenzo Summary:  Yamato has the 'flu and Kakashi tries to take care of him in his own way. It's not particularly successful. Tags: humour, implied friends with benefits, sick fic, bratty Kakashi, probably OOC but it’s funny, terrible nursemaid Kakashi, long-suffering Tenzo, Gai makes a dramatic appearance (does he ever make any other kind?)

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32946196

Prompt fill: Sick Fic

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Title:  Rating: General Pairing: Kakashi & Tenzo (gen fic) Summary:  Kakashi teaches Tenzo how to shave. Tags: brotherly relationship, kid Tenzo, ANBU era, fluff, found family, good senpai Kakashi

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32946469

Prompt fill: Grooming

My final Bingo Board!

I wish I could have written something for Legends to complete the third line but I just didn’t have an idea I liked enough. I would have been writing just to hit that extra prompt and I didn’t want to write something crappy. I genuinely like every fic I produced for this. Some of them were a touch more rushed than I might have liked, but it’s been a super fun event to participate in. I wrote things I wouldn’t have considered otherwise and a few things I definitely would have.

Thank you so much @kakashibingo for creating and modding such a fun Naruto event <3

[wlntrsldler]

18 (Ransom Drysdale Series)

PROMPT: You’ve always been sweet, innocent, young, Y/N. You played by your parents’ rules for way too long. Feeling like you’ve finally had enough, you decide to break some rules and “date” the arrogant son of a bitch, Ransom Drysdale. 

SERIES WARNING: SMUT!!!! 18+ content, strong language, parental defiance lol and asshole Ransom

Song Inspiration: 18 by Anarbor

CHAPTER 1

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“What do you mean I can’t go?” You yelled, pacing across your father’s study. “I pushed back my education for four years to help you run the company. I want to go to college. Now.”

“Y/N, darling, I don’t understand why you’re pushing so hard to go to school.” He shrugged, not looking up from his computer screen. “We’re giving you the company when the time comes. It’s millions of dollars on a silver platter.”

You rolled your eyes, slamming your palms on his wooden table. He flinched, startled at your actions. “I don’t want this stupid company. I want to study and get my degree. I don’t wanna rely on mommy and daddy’s money.”

“If you go to college, you’ll still be relying on our money.” He challenged, shutting his laptop and slowly getting up from his seat. “Watch your attitude, young lady.”

You back away from him, grabbing your coat on the way out of his office. “I’m 22.”

The door slammed behind you as you stormed out of your parents’ house. Fucking self-entitled pricks, you thought, jamming the keys into your jeep. Your parents inherited all their wealth from their own parents and expected you to do the same. 

It’s not like you didn’t want the money. You just wanted to do something more than run a company. You wanted to do something for yourself, something you were passionate about. Not some real-estate company that’s had its share of scandals and drama. It was a company born from blood and broken trust. It wasn’t something you were necessarily eager to inherit.

Your mother always told you that it didn’t matter where it came from, all that matters is that you have it now. You looked at her like she had three heads sprouting from her neck. Of course they never saw the errors of their ways, only caring if it hurt their profits, not if it violated their morals. You still loved them, they were family after all, so you bit your tongue. For four extra years. 

They begged and guilt-tripped you into staying and helping them run the company instead of going off to college. So you caved and stayed. You knew that if you pursued a different major, like law or medicine, they would be overjoyed. Hell, they’d write you the check for your tuition and not ask any questions if you asked for more money. But because you chose “Creative Writing” as your major, they didn’t support it.

To them a career in writing was laughable. “What are you gonna do with a Creative Writing degree?” You father asked one, his voice laced with disappointment. You never brought it up again. Well until today. 

You glanced at your phone to check the clock. 12:27 PM. Is it too early to get wasted?

“Fuck it,” You mumbled. “It’s 6PM somewhere.”

You maneuvered your way through the town, pulling up to a very familiar bar. You became a patron of the bar at the young age of 17, back when you needed a fake I.D to get in. Your parents never found out about your teenage escapades, you were always good at hiding your bad side. The bar owner, Joel, found out that you were a minor when you turned 21 and suddenly started going by a new name on your I.D. Thankfully, you became one of his favorite customers so he let it slide. 

You walked in, relishing the familiar scent of alcohol and peanuts. 

“Y/N!” Joel called from behind the bar, wiping down a beer glass. “The usual?”

“Make it a double.” Joel quirked an eyebrow, as if asking “What the hell happened?” You shook you head, taking your seat at the bar. You waved him off, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Someone had a bad day.” 

You turned to the side, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to. The stranger smirked behind his whiskey glass, his eyes darting to look at you. Baby blue. Blue as a motherfucker. Damn. He put his glass down the polished wood, his lips coming to full view. Pink. Looks so soft. Damn. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your sanity in front of the handsome stranger. “Didn’t you hear me? Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Watch your attitude, sweetheart.”

“You sound like my dad.” You scoffed, taking a sip of the liquid that Joel placed in front of you. You drowned the liquor in one go, not even flinching at the bitter taste. 

“Another,” The handsome stranger called out to Joel. He moved a seat over so he was sitting right beside you. Dear God, he looked even prettier up close. You studied his features. Cable knit, designer scarf, clean shaven face. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place where you know him from. He pulled out the wad of 100′s from his pocket, earning a laugh from you. Rich kid. “What?”

“I can pay for my own, thank you very much.” 

“You’re sippin’ on something expensive.” 

You drowned the second glass again, staring at him dead in the eye. You went in your back pocket and pulled out your black card. “I know it is. That’s why I order it.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his lips curling up to another smirk. “What? I can’t pay for a pretty little thing like you?”

“Eat it.” 

He mouthed a sarcastic, “Wow,” his laughter filling the empty space between you two. 

“I came here to drink, not to get hit on.”

“I’m here so you’ll be getting both.” He stated, motioning to fill both your glasses again. “Ransom Drysdale.”

Drysdale? Oh shit. Your family’s biggest competition in real-estate.”Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh, you’re a Y/L/N.” Ransom chuckled, swirling the ice in his glass. “Wait, are you the golden child?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname that the media branded you with. The nickname was your parents’ doing, wanting the public to accept you with open arms. Your parents made sure that you stayed out of the tabloids, not for your own safety of course. They wanted to rebrand the company once it was your turn to run it, understanding that the drama that existed prior to your existence was enough for a lifetime. “Don’t call me that.”

“What’s wrong with being the golden child, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“What can I call you?”

“I have a name.”

“Well, what if I don’t like it?”

“Well, too bad.” 

Ransom played with the ice in his glass again, mesmerized by the sound of the clinking. He stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to drink, like I said.”

“I don’t think your parents would like the idea of their golden child drinking her ass off mid-day with the spawn of their biggest competition.”

“I don’t care about what they like.” You mumbled, sipping on the liquor. You toyed with the peanuts on the plastic tray. 

He gasped sarcastically, following your lead with playing with the peanuts. “Are you rebelling?”

“Shut up.” 

“Why the fuck are you so rude?” He snapped, his demeanor suddenly changing. 

“Why the fuck are you being civil? Isn’t that the opposite of your brand?” 

“You want me to be disrespectful?” He whispered, that smirk coming back to his face. “I can be real disrespectful, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ransom shot you a knowing look, “Well, if you ask me, I think it’s time for you to rebel.” 

“I never confirmed that I was rebelling.”

“I know what it looks like when someone rebels because their parents piss them all the way off,” Ransom started, getting up from his seat. He pulled out the wad of 100′s again and dropped a hefty tip for Joel. “I’ve mastered that. Let me know how if you need help with it.”

You twisted your neck to watch him walk out of the bar. He took the brown coat from the coat rack and slipped it over his body. He pushed the door open, signaling the bell. Before he fully left, he turned back around to leave you with a final remark. “But when you do ask me for help, and you will,” He licked his lips. “Keep running your mouth because I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can shut you up.”

Your face flushed upon hearing his words, crossing your legs. Joel looked at you, amused at the interaction that unfolded before him. He picked up the bills that Ransom left and wiped down the counter. “You gonna call him?”

“Hell, no.” 

Maybe. 

[lululawrence]

Last Line Challenge/Six Sentence Sunday

Yeah, it’s been a long time so I’m back again for some fun lollll I was tagged for either the last line challenge or six sentence sunday byyyyyy @beelou, @reminiscingintherain (twice? nope, three times SORRY), @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed, @evilovesyou, @helloamhere, @kingsofeverything (twice!), @forreveries, @theguccirings, @himynameiszayn, @bottomlinsons, AND THAT’S IT! WHEW!

Okay, so I’m currently working on my fic that is based on the song 18 from FOUR for the FOUR fic fest wheeee! since i was tagged by so many people and for a six sentence sunday thing as well, I’m sharing the last little bit I wrote CAUSE I CAN.

The thing was, looking back to this summer, Louis wondered if Harry maybe felt somewhat the same. He’d warned Louis he would always be around, but Louis hadn’t fully believed him. Harry had kept his word, though. He even was getting up most mornings at the buttcrack of dawn to help Louis with his paper route. He slept at Louis’ house most nights, sharing Louis’ bed, and they cuddled more often than not. 

But, despite all of this, nothing really happened. Well. Louis couldn’t even say that. They cuddled watching movies. They cuddled on the couch with Louis’ family. They acted like Louis imagined boyfriends probably did, except they never held hands. Never kissed.

And now Louis wanted that. He wanted that with Harry so incredibly bad. But Harry had told him that he wanted to be single for at least the summer, maybe longer. And they were going to be leaving Ohio in just over a month to move incredibly far from each other. Now wasn’t really the time to start anything, even if Harry hadn’t wanted to stay single.

So yeah. Louis was absolutely and entirely mad at himself.

Wheeeeeee! hehe okay I tag back everyone who tagged me above AS WELL AS @laynefaire, @londonfoginacup, @sadaveniren, @becomeawendybird, @dinosaursmate, @bringmetheharry, @lightwoodsmagic, and @jacaranda-bloom!

[lululawrence]

Hit 5k on my 18 fic, so I posted a snippet! Hope you like it!