I'm still stuck on the weighing three apples but being five apples tall. Is Kitty hollow? Is she a tiny Gundam made of laminated silk? If you measured me in canned hams, I would be five to eight canned hams tall, but I would not weigh three canned hams. If I weighed three canned hams, I would be like three inches wide. I would be dead, or a plant.
Young love is never easy.
It's especially not easy when you're the daughter of a crime boss.
Or when you fall for the son of your fathers biggest enemy.
Nobody knows, so nothing bad can happen, right?
Lets see where this goes. Might be just this hot mess or it might be more I haven't decided.
Half in half out.
Wiggling forward.
Tips of sneakers, pressed hard against the siding.
“Bitch, are you putting on weight?” Wanda huffs, yanking hard on my upper arms.
Huffing back at her. “Shut up, if you opened the window wider.”
“Didn’t know your ass was getting bigger.” She grumbles, putting her foot against the wall, under her window. With a scrap, the both of us squeal when I pop through the window. We collapse to the floor together, with a loud thump, both of us laughing.
Her door swings open, making us laugh harder.
Our twin brothers and their friends standing there, looking at us, tangled together on her floor.
“What in the fuck?” Pietro asks.
“We didn’t want you to find out like this.” I cackle, eye level with Wanda’s boobs.
“It’s a love affair we can’t resist.” Wanda laughs.
The guys look to Sam, Wanda’s long term boyfriend.
My brother John glares at him.
“You two are going to get my ass kicked, thinking you’re funny.” Sam puts his hands up.
John James Rogers. My twin brother, my father’s carbon copy. Only he somehow got some qualities from our uncle Bucky. Silent, deadly glare, seriously intimidating, dangerous. Only he looks exactly like our father, dirty blonde hair, sea blue eyes, wide shoulders, what girls call damn good genetics.
Gross.
Apparently my twin is a hot commodity with the girls in our school.
If they only knew.
“Who said anything about a three some?” I snicker, pushing myself up off my best friend.
John turns his glare on me.
“You don’t scare me.” I roll my eyes. “Sometimes I like to share Wanda.” I shrug, sitting back on my heels, as Wanda sits up.
“Hey Y/N?” James smirks, leaning on the door frame watching me.
Looking just like his father, my uncle Bucky. Jet black hair, cut short on the sides, the slightly longer top, styled perfectly. Winter blue eyes that give the impression they can see into your soul, built just as thick and wide as my own twin. Only he can be a lot friendlier, he got that from my dad, but he had his mother’s, Aunt Natalia, temper to the worse point.
I lift a brow at him. “What do you want Jr?”
He glances at my brother, before looking to me. “What happened to the button on your shorts?” He lifts a brow, dropping his eyes to my denim shorts. The button snapped off.
My eyes snap up to Wanda’s, her eyes drift slowly up from the missing button to my own sea blue eyes.
“Ah,” looking around at the floor “it’s around here somewhere.” Shrugging, keeping my eyes on the floor.
“Y/N?” John’s brow drops down, staring at me.
His phone rings.
Saved by the ring.
“Bet that’s dad. You gotta go.” I press my lips together, running a hand through my dirty blonde hair.
He sighs, looking at his phone screen before looking at me again.
“We’re not done having this conversation.” He warns me before they leave us.
When the door clicks shut, Wanda smacks me in the arm.
“Hello!” She huffs quietly at me.
“Hi.” I smack her back.
“Close call don’t you think?” She thrust a hand at the door.
With a sigh I drop to the carpeted floor, rolling on to my back.
She slowly gathers her dark red hair up, snapping a hair tie around it in a perfect messy bun. She stands up, heading for her walk in closet.
“Something,” I swallow staring up at her ceiling “something happened, Red.”
Her voice carries back from the closet. “What kind of something?”
“Big.” I breathe.
“Did he try to put in your butt? I knew he was a weird dude. I told you this was a bad idea.” She huffs coming back towards me. I laugh softly as a pair of black sweats hit my chest.
“I wish butt stuff was my biggest problem.” Rolling my eyes as I remove my broken shorts, and wiggle into the sweats without leaving the floor.
“Bitch if you say you’re knocked up, I am pushing you down the stairs.” She warns dropping down on the bench at the end of her bed, near me.
“Wanda!” I lift my head looking up at her.
“It’ll be out of love I swear but you can’t have his baby!” She turns her hands up, shaking her head at me.
“I am not pregnant.” I sigh, dropping my head again.
“Praise the lord.” She mutters.
It falls silent between us for a moment.
“He didn’t.” She whispers softly, the silence speaking to her more than I could with words.
“Yeah.” I swallow, sucking in a deep breathe.
“Before or after? It could have been one to get you to let him get his dick wet.”
I laugh.
“If it was after everyone knows it’s a sex high and not real.” She points out.
Letting out a slow breath.
“Lying in his bed, holding me.” I admit.
Wanda gasps softly. Rolling my head I lock eyes with her.
“Yeah.”
Her eyes wide, hand over her lips.
“Post cuddling?” She wonders, dropping her hand.
Licking my lips, I look back to the ceiling. “I tried to get up after he tugged me back into his bed with him.”
We fall silent.
“That’s not good.” She swallows.
“I’m so fucked.” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face.
“He’s so fucked. Your brother will kill him.” Shaking her head.
She wasn’t wrong.
“My daddy will kill his family.” I groan, rolling over on my stomach burying to face into my hands.
“Girl,” she whips a pillow at me when I don’t reply. Grabbing the pillow I tuck it under my chin.
“Don’t red.” I plead.
“Are you in love with him?” Shock in her voice.
“Ugh!” I groan, lying my head on the pillow, facing her.
“Tell me you didn’t say it back! Tell me you didn’t tell Howie Stark, the son of your father’s biggest nemesis in the game, your brothers rival, that you love him!” She stares at me in utter shock, fear in the depth of her eyes.
Burying my face into the pillow I scream into it.
When I’ve finished Wanda sighs loudly.
“Fucking West Side Story eat your heart out.” She laughs softly.
I hate her but I laugh with her.
“Nothing about this is funny.” Sigh, looking over at her.
“John’s going to kill you.” She swallows. Letting out a shaky breath I nod.
“I know.”
Climbing the last few steps, the house is mostly dark. My father likely not home, and my brother doing only God could know what and I don’t want to know. Pushing open my bedroom door, I reach for the light on my nightstand. Bathing the room in a soft glow, my head snaps up.
“What the fuck?!” I gasp.
My twin brother sits in my chair, arms folded, completely relaxed, except for the look on his face.
“Baby sister,” he grumbles, looking me over with a cold glare. I swallow hard. “I think we need to talk.”
Cover Reveals! The Filthy Feck Duet by Serena Akeroyd
Cover Reveals! The Filthy Feck Duet by Serena Akeroyd
Serena Akeroyd has revealed the covers for the Filthy Feck Duet!Releasing: December 8, 2022 & December 15, 2022Cover Design: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
Filthy Lies
Star’s my penguin.She doesn’t know it.She took off. Sure. I’m mad at her. Sure. But that’s her charm.She’s ornery.Difficult.Impossible to love, but I see her BS.And I call her on it.I’ll chase her from the North Pole to…
Hello! This is kind of a shot in the dark since you've written so much but I was wondering if you remembered the fic you wrote about Gotoyoshi where you captured their love story through the passing of the different seasons. I remember the imagery it gave me and I thought it was very poetic and beautifully done. However I can't seem to find it haha. If you have any clue what I'm talking about, could you please direct me to that piece? Thank you so much! Sorry if this was a weird request.
I know exactly which fic you're talking about!
'Give it Time'
Wow, that's nostalgic, all the way back from 2014. I'm so glad it left such an impact on you, and I hope you enjoy rereading it!
