Notes: A friend and I decided to challenge ourselves to fill the exact same request with a word limit of 1500 words. We started writing at the same time, didn't discuss what direction we were taking the plot, and finished within a couple of days. I "won" the challenge by having exactly 1500 words in my fill, but my friend wins all the awards for best plot, drama, and sexiness, even though she's several thousand words off (HOW DO I COUNT. WHAT ARE NUMBERS.)*. Hers will probably be posted sometime tonight or tomorrow.
The Request: Late for a meeting Canada dashes for the elevator, slams the button and tries to catch his breath at the sound of girl of ipanema. Until he realizes he's sharing the ride with his brother's past archenemy (now friend), Russia. Awkward ensues. But it would've been okay, if the power hadn't gone out and they were now stuck in the
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[Part 13] Canada/Russia - stuck in an elevator [2/2]
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March 3 2012, 21:39:12 UTC
Matthew feels a lump gather in his throat and he wants to shout at Ivan, to get him to stop and shut up and to stop talking, because how does any of that help now? How was he supposed to know? If he'd actually felt like that, why hadn't he sent a sign? Instead, Ivan had smiled at Matthew like he hadn't even recognize him anymore.
Ivan rests his forehead on Matthew's shoulder and breathes in the scent of his cologne.
“What are you saying?” I want you to spell it out. I want you to tell me that it was all a lie, that it was just a dream I haven't woken up from yet.
Instead of answering Ivan looks up and, when Matthew turns to look at him, holds Matthew's face with his hands and kisses him like it hasn't been twenty years of silence between them.
Despite of everything, all the bitterness and the waiting and the hope he hadn't really given up-Matthew kisses back, grabbing on to Ivan's shirt collar with knuckles that turn white.
“I want you,” Ivan gasps between a kiss. “I want you just as much as then. More. Oh, please, you can't
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DUDE. THIS IS AWESOME. I had already given up on checking on this prompt because I thought no one would ever fill it, and now I come here and there this work of BEAUTY waiting. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
I honestly enjoyed how you've made Ivan the bottom without breaking his character, and I just love how they just fit together like puzzle pieces. Thank you again, this is great!
Notes: A friend and I decided to challenge ourselves to fill the exact same request with a word limit of 1500 words. We started writing at the same time, didn't discuss what direction we were taking the plot, and finished within a couple of days. I "won" the challenge by having exactly 1500 words in my fill, but my friend wins all the awards for best plot, drama, and sexiness, even though she's several thousand words off (HOW DO I COUNT. WHAT ARE NUMBERS.)*. Hers will probably be posted sometime tonight or tomorrow.
The Request: Late for a meeting Canada dashes for the elevator, slams the button and tries to catch his breath at the sound of girl of ipanema. Until he realizes he's sharing the ride with his brother's past archenemy (now friend), Russia. Awkward ensues. But it would've been okay, if the power hadn't gone out and they were now stuck in the ( ... )
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Ivan rests his forehead on Matthew's shoulder and breathes in the scent of his cologne.
“What are you saying?” I want you to spell it out. I want you to tell me that it was all a lie, that it was just a dream I haven't woken up from yet.
Instead of answering Ivan looks up and, when Matthew turns to look at him, holds Matthew's face with his hands and kisses him like it hasn't been twenty years of silence between them.
Despite of everything, all the bitterness and the waiting and the hope he hadn't really given up-Matthew kisses back, grabbing on to Ivan's shirt collar with knuckles that turn white.
“I want you,” Ivan gasps between a kiss. “I want you just as much as then. More. Oh, please, you can't ( ... )
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I honestly enjoyed how you've made Ivan the bottom without breaking his character, and I just love how they just fit together like puzzle pieces. Thank you again, this is great!
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