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Tales from Aurea - Session 10 Now Posted!
Hello! Session 10 - An Oath of Friendship can be read right now on Royal Road (link here). Enjoy!
Chapter Summary: The party makes a stop in Barsicum so that Kaja can visit Saara, but what begins as an innocent girl's day out turns into something much more threatening.
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“Kaja!”
Kaja stepped back, bracing herself, as Saara rushed towards her with open arms. Within moments, both girls were in a heap on the ground. It had been over two months since the companions had last seen Saara and, while the pure, childhood joy she had in the memory crystals was gone, she had still come a long way from the traumatized girl they pulled from the burning ruins of her home. She had put on weight and her voluminous curls were newly styled into two puffs behind her slightly pointed ears.
Jo’s gaze softened as Kaja and Saara shared excited whispers with one another. Dimitri kept them moving northward through Aurelia at a brisk pace so it had surprised Jo when he agreed to stop in Barsicum. When Kaja asked if she could see Saara, Jo had expected Dimitri to refuse, citing time constraints, or at the very least hesitate and think it over. But Dimitri immediately acquiesced without any resistance or follow up questions, stating simply that Saara was a ward of the Ordo Draconis and that Grandmistress Anya would be pleased to hear that they checked in on her.
“Saara wants to show me the market,” Kaja said. “Can we go?”
“I don’t know, Kaja.” Jo shook her head. “I don’t think we have time for that.” The girls’ faces fell in unison.
“Don’t hurry off on my account,” Dimitri inserted. “I was just about to attend to some urgent business.”
“Urgent business?”
“Yes, what do you say we all meet back here tonight?”
Jo regarded him with suspicion. This “urgent business”, whatever it was, must have been the true reason he agreed to stop in Barsicum so readily. “If you insist,” she said.
“I do insist.” Dimitri flashed a rakish smile, then headed back down the road towards the inner city. Jo rolled her eyes.
“Good riddance,” Leif mumbled.
“So we can go to the market?” Kaja asked hopefully.
Jo paused. She didn’t like the idea of Kaja going out by herself—not when Irkallu operatives could be anywhere looking for her. Even something as simple as her cloak snagging on a fence post could expose her horns and have disastrous consequences. “Why don’t I go with you?” she suggested.
“Oh, let the girls have some fun,” Leif interjected, giving Jo’s arm a good-natured bump. “And in the meantime, we can have some grown-up fun.” He mimed drinking a phantom beverage. “Maybe even get Amale and that sour elf in on it too.”
“I can hear you, I’m right here,” Sakrattars grumbled.
Jo’s jaw tightened. “No, it could be dangerous.”
Leif tugged her down, standing on his tiptoes so he could whisper into her ear. “Any more dangerous than what they’ve already been through? Come on, let them be normal children for just one day.”
Memories of everything that had happened in the past few months flooded Jo’s mind. It was a miracle either of them could smile at all after the suffering they had endured.
“Alright,” Jo said with a sigh. “You can go. But we meet back here at sundown. Do you hear me?”
It was unclear whether they had heard her or not, as the pair had already taken off excitedly. Saara ushered Kaja into the house, loudly brainstorming ideas on what they should wear. The corner of Jo’s lips turned up despite her reservations.
“They’ll be okay,” Leif said reassuringly. “They’re good kids.”
Jo folded her arms, fighting the growing urge to change her mind and call Kaja back. “It’s not them I’m worried about,” she said.
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Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami
Yami Sukehiro X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself
Word Count: 1k
(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess
The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.
Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest.
Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone.
All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.
“Vanessa?”
The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”
You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.
“Yami,” you whimpered.
“Mmmm?”
“This is the women’s bath you perv.”
Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.
“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.
“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted.
You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.
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Chapter One: In the Dead of Night
Vladimir Makarov x Reader
The Long Road Masterlist
Summary: Soon after your fiance's murder you find yourself diving face first into enacting a plan to avenge his death. Regardless of your friend's approval, your wellbeing, livelihood, or future, you find yourself in it for the long-con.
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: Violence, Guns, Death, Major MW3 Spoiler, Main Character Death, Grief, Loss, Angst, Anger, Hatred, Revenge, Dark Themes,
A/N: This is... sooooo self-indulgent and utterly crack, tbh. I'd thought it up a while ago and keep thinking about it. I kept trying to think of a way to make it realistic, but... I just feel like there is no way of doing that, so I'm just gonna write it. However it goes, it goes. Also fyi I am using google translate so I really hope it's coming out okay. I do speak Russian, but only Duolingo tiny bit. divider by @saradika
You were prepared for this, you knew it was bound to happen one day, you just didn't know when that day would be. It only looks like, now, it's finally come. As you sit at the counter, stirring the bowl of oatmeal you'd just made and are trying your best to get to cool down, you can't help but think about the man currently in the other room.
You'd expected an entrance something akin to that of a Mission Impossible movie: a loud boom, doors knocked down, guns blazing, venomous words shouted in a language you've hardly begun to understand despite the tedious month of learning to the best of your abilities. Thunder cracks in the distance, rattling the windowpane in the next room; you don't know when the heavy downpour started, but it hasn't given any sign of yield since his arrival only a half hour ago now. Part of you can't help but think back to the myths and legends your husband... husband--your fiance--you remind yourself, mentally scolding as this isn't the first, and you doubt it's the last time you're going to mentally interchange the two words. Part of you can't help but think back to the myths and legends your fiance used to tell you.
The rain reminds you of the the way the Vikings would personify the Norse Gods to Earthly elements. Sure, you know some of the comics, like Thor, and Loki... but nevertheless, with your upbringing, the heavy pounding of the rain against the tin roof and the approaching thunder only makes your thoughts drift back to him. Johnny.
What would he think? What would he do? If he knew you were here... Maybe it's the spiritual part of you that never quite left, possibly having been ingrained from your grandparents when you were younger, or an aunt, an uncle of some sort, perhaps... but you think he'd do something silly like this. Come back as a thunderstorm, manifesting himself as something so threatening and dangerous, symbolizing his distress, unhappiness, and worry for you with torrents of rain, yet trying to protect you from the beyond even with lightning. Yet, you know that's impossible, and certainly not the case. Your heart begins to ache once more as you think of him, not wanting to get caught up, again, in the overwhelming grief you hadn't fully let yourself fall into. This is for him, you remind yourself once again.
"What are you giving her?" The voice comes from the doorway, and you're not entirely surprised by the venom in his tone, albeit taken aback. While he's not loud due to the (presumably) resting woman in the next room, you know that the lack of volume doesn't mean he wouldn't yell if the situation were anywhere else.
"What do you mean? This?" You quirk an eyebrow as you continue to stir in the little additives you'd put into the oatmeal: honey, sugar, and a pinch of salt. "It's oatmeal?" You explain, the confusion obvious in your tone as you hold the bowl up a bit, angling it for him to better see. As if the man has never seen oatmeal in his life; the thought would elicit a whirlwind of laughter from you any other time, or, more accurately, if it were any other person... but this was him. Makarov.
Vladimir Makarov: Thirty-six years old; born in Moscow Russia. Commander of Konni; the ultranationalistic private 'military contractor' group.
You'd done what research you could, found what information you had access to, some you didn't. Utilized what connections, resources, and favors were owed to you. Maybe some of them did it out of pity, out of guilt, or some other sense of failure on behalf of the SAS. Regardless, you'd set your plans into action, intent on making your promise to your late fiance come true. You will kill the man before you. It won't be today. No. After all, that'd be too soon, you have to earn his trust first. Only then, after he's comfortable, and settled, will you pursue your slow and agonizing torture.
"Христос," he curses, "she said you're poisoning her," he speaks slowly, a menacing quality to his tone as he unravels the crossed arms from his chest. Anger is evident in his irises as he stalks toward you with each step, eyebrows in a thick and harsh line. "I ask again-"
"The medication? Is that what you're talking about?" You ask. Feeling your own anger continuing to effervesce in your gut, you turn to face him on the stool, sliding from the counter. While he's still a couple feet away, you have to be more than a handful of feet shorter than him. Of that, you're sure. "Because from what I've deduced so far from being here, she bribed the last caretaker to not give her the medication on the agreement that she'd get more time off!"
He shifts his weight onto his left foot, eyes widening ever so imperceptibly, yet he remains quiet, so you continue. "They gave me her medication, told me to give it to her twice a day, so I'm doing that because she's been prescribed that medication. She clearly needs it, as per her doctor's orders. So unless you think the doctor isn't right, then, that's not my problem! I, however, am not surprised if she's telling you that since she obviously didn't even want me here in the first place."
Rounding the counter, you continue about your--at this point it could be considered daily--routine. Hand grasping your cool blue glass of water, you take a few sips while silently studying him. Despite having infiltrated his life and unknowingly (to him, ethically) disposed of his mother's last caretaker, you haven't officially met your late fiance's murderer till tonight.
KILLER
Slaughterer...! You destroyed him... You took him away from me. You're the reason he's gone. All the thoughts continue to run through your head rampantly, and you can't help but turn to face the wall opposite of him. Pretending to be busy with some of the drying dishes, you try to calm yourself. Acting on impulse and emotion will get you nowhere, you know this.
A heavy sigh permeates the silence that'd fallen between you, and there are the following taps of approaching dress shoes against hardwood floors. Quickly turning to make sure he neither invades your personal space nor dares to touch you, you're met with the visage of Makarov slumped at the counter, head in his hands.
You don't speak, you don't know what to say. Silence fills the space between you. Seeing him like this is weird considering all the stories you'd heard about him. Though you suppose even the most evil of men are still that... human. "How long have you worked as a caretaker?" He suddenly questions.
"A few years," you answer, swallowing the anxiety that starts to bubble up in your throat. "I started as a nurse and thought maybe I'd become a doctor, but it was... too much for me, and... not what I wanted to do. I discovered I liked helping people better as a nurse." It's not all lies, in fact, most of it is true. The only thing that meets your admission is silence, and that fact only raises the tension building within the cottage. Wincing at the rumbling outside, the sound does nothing to help the obvious discomfort you're experiencing finally facing him in person.
"And would you say you're good at your job?" He asks, eyes slightly narrowed in questioning as he slowly raises his head from his hands. The intensity of his dark brown eyes scream hostility and a hurt you can't immediately place your fingers on. Yet despite it all you refuse to waiver underneath his gaze.
"Yes. They wouldn't send me all the way out here otherwise. Not with a case like hers, Sir," you reply.
"Then what-" he tests, pronouncing each word clearly, "would you suggest I do?" He asks. There's a slight breathiness to his voice; with the thin windows, you can't help but feel as though the torrents of northern lake air through the meadow with its water.
Eyebrow raising in response, you're honestly shocked he'd ask such a thing. You're a complete stranger! A whirlwind of emotions go through you; excitement, bewilderment, shock, curiosity... you can't get ahead of yourself. With a sigh out, you shake your head. It may come across like disappointment to him, but really, it's to clear your head and collect yourself.
"Look... it's not something anyone wants to hear, bu-"
"Tell me!" He interrupts, demanding.
"But..." you emphasize, considering you were only putting up polite pretenses for show anyhow. "Really, family members do better when they're living with the family, even with caretakers to help. Whether you can't do it because you're busy or have other priorities, I understand."
"But at the end of the day, family members usually pass more quickly estranged like this on their own in a separate house because they feel lonely and like no one comes to visit. Maybe they have no one, or maybe they feel like they have nothing to live for anymore? She said you only visit her once or twice a year, if that... and while you write letters, that sometimes isn't enough for people, unfortunately. If you really want the truth."
Finished while your spiel, you shift your weight to the other foot as you place the finished oatmeal on the tray you reserve for his Mother. While, yes, you may despise him to the end's of the Earth... his Mother didn't do anything besides give birth to him. You accepted that the night you met her. Afraid to take another sip of your water, you stand in waiting, observant as Makarov seems to silently process everything you've said, his eyes shifting back and forth for a moment.
"I'll be back," he declares before sliding from the stool and rounding the corner into the small living space his Mother used to use more frequently. Shoulders sagging, a breath leaves you that you hadn't realized you'd been holding in. Onto your nightly routine with dinner, you attempt to distract yourself from the continuous torment of thunderstorm outside, meanwhile inside you can hear urgent demands in Russian faintly from the next room. It's clear he's on the phone... but with who? His goons, of course... right? Who else? But to kill you? To background check you? Do you need to prepare to flee?
As you stir the pot of soup you've just put on the stove, you can feel yourself start to sweat and panic. In an attempt to switch gears, you finish her dinner. Oatmeal ready, medication on the tray, you grab the lemonade you two had made the day prior and pour a glass for her before getting a steady grip on the tray and taking it down the hall. With a gentle rap of your foot as best you can against the doorframe, you announce your presence.
"Привет, Как вы себя чувствуете?" You ask, knowing the word for 'hi' and having figured out early on with the help of technology to ask how she's feeling.
"лучше теперь, когда он здесь." She responds with a soft but tired smile. It's a good sign that she's sitting up and alert at this time of night too. You don't understand the first part of what she says as she's talking too fast and you also don't have your phone out to capture what she says into your real time translation app, however you can grasp the last part. 'He's here.'
Placing the tray down on her lap, you shake your head and signal behind you with a frown. A second attempt, pointing to her, you give her a thumbs up and a smiling face for a moment, and then do the opposite. With a thumbs down and a sad face, you try again. "как дела?"
With a wave of her hand, she shakes her head now with a chuckle. "хорошо," she responds, lifting the spoon. "мой Володя!"
Whipping your head around, you find him standing there leaning against the doorframe most likely having been observing the two of you. Hopefully not for long... or maybe not at all since she would've said something. "��на так просто с тобой разговаривает?" He says to his Mother, walking up to the bed and into her outstretched arms for the hug she craves.
"она не очень хорошо говорит по-русски," she quietly answers, holding him tightly for a moment, rubbing his back before letting go. With a pat on the bed next to her, she looks between the two of you. "My baby," she struggles to pronounce the word, "Vladimir." A proud smile sits upon her lips for a moment as she gestures to him. He smiles at her, too, and you nod.
"Yes, да. I have met your son just briefly. But it is good to officially meet," you tell her, even if you know she doesn't understand all of it. Shifting your gaze, he meets it with animosity. "Vladimir," you repeat.
"My mother tells me you are," he repeats your name, to which you nod, "it's a pleasure to officially meet you. Now that you're both here, I have news."
"News?" The question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it.
"Yes, news. Since you're taking care of my mother, you technically work for me. What you said stuck with me. You're right-" he shifts his speaking from you to his mother. "I've been a bad son to you, Mama. ты собираешься жить со мной." Again, he shifts his focus back to you. "We have to pack. You will both live on my compound from now."
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acronyms|translations:
Христос = christ
Привет = hi
Как вы себя чувствуете = how are you feeling
лучше теперь, когда он здесь = better now that he's here.
как дела = how are you
хорошо = good / fine / ok
мой Володя = my voldoya (nickname for vladimir)
она так просто с тобой разговаривает = she speaks to you so simply
она не очень хорошо говорит по-русски = she does not speak very much Russian
да = yes
ты собираешься жить со мной = you're coming to live with me
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Honey Bun (18+ Series)
Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader
Part 3 // MINORS DNI
WC: 3.1k words
Song Inspo: Bop it Up! - The Marías (this song is sooooo)
Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talking, tittyfuck, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!
A/N: Hahahaha this got a little too self-indulgent for a moment sorry about that but anyways pls enjoy hee hee
Out in the main room, Gia was draped on the lap of her favorite regular — A ruggedly handsome playboy that oozed charm and mischief, pearly white teeth glinting in the neon lighting. Derek was his name, and he was a rare exception to the sea of shitty patrons that came into the Crimson Lounge.
While he didn’t stop by all too often, he always tried to make time to see Gia. He treated her like a queen, really. He bought her presents and kept in touch with her, so that she wouldn’t think he forgot about her.
He was generous with his tips, always making sure to give you some when you were on stage, too. Sometimes, he’d even get the VIP room for an hour just to get you and Gia out of the main floor, even if all the three of you did was talk. But that’s not to say things were always rated PG.
You supposed at that point, you could consider him a friend of sorts, as well.
“Hello there, lovebirds,” you smirked at them, perching on the armrest of the seat next to theirs.
“Hey, Honey Bunny,” said Derek, adopting the nickname Gia gave you. “Busy night?”
“Never too busy for you two.”
Gia leaned her temple against his, smiling wide. “Derek was just being a big cheeseball.”
He chuckled. “What, can’t I tell you I missed you? It’s been a while, Gigi.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You guys are cute.”
“There’s enough love to go around, Honey,” Derek smirked.
“Save it. I’m allergic.”
“Oh, please,” Gia scoffed. “I’ve seen you heart-eyed before.”
You raised an eyebrow. “When?”
“With me, silly. Obviously.” She shook her head, bending closer to Derek’s ear to fake whisper, “Don’t let her fool you, she’s a big softie on the inside.”
His smirk only grew. “Trust me, I know.”
Once more, you rolled your eyes, swatting at them playfully. You still hadn’t told her about Aaron, but you were sure she could see the dreamy sort of infatuation in your eyes whenever your thoughts drifted to him. You hadn’t yet been on another date with him, but you couldn’t wait to see him again.
Eventually, you would probably have to tell him about this job… if things even got that far. A part of you wanted to stall things so that you could keep seeing him for longer. You weren’t sure how he would react, and a part of you feared that he’d simply cut you off. If that were the case, he wouldn’t really be worth keeping around anyway.
It would hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t ever let anyone shame you for anything you chose to do.
“We really need to get her a man, though,” she insisted. “Don’t you have a friend you could set her up with?”
“None that are worthy,” he said, but then thought about it. “Well, except maybe one or two.”
“It’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching over to pat his knee in appreciation. “Trust me, I can get my own.”
They both raised their eyebrows in amusement, sharing a look.
“I know you can,” Derek conceded. “If you change your mind, though, I can bring one to you. Hell, I can bring them both to you.”
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“Are you going to be home late tonight?” Sadie asked from the doorway. “I’m going out, too, and I just wanted to know if you’d be here after me or….”
“Probably,” you shrugged, glancing over at her. “Wait, is that my shirt?”
“…Maybe. I’ll wash it, I promise.”
You sighed in resignation, letting it go for the time being.
“Actually, I don’t even know if I’ll be home at all tonight.”
“Ooooh, I thought it was just a lil date,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
You rolled your eyes. “You know how dates can end.”
Aaron had invited you over to watch movies at his place, promising he would cook for you. It’d be your first date in private, which made it all the more exciting. You rarely accepted dates at somebody’s house, but this was Aaron you were talking about!
You knew he wouldn’t try any funny business — unless that’s what you wanted (which it was) — so that made you feel more at ease. Well, for the most part, since you were practically vibrating with anticipation, too.
“Oh my god, you’re like, shaking,” she said teasingly, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. “You like this one, don’t you?”
You huffed in frustration, fixing your ponytail. You’d opted to dress cute but comfortable, finally having a night off to yourself. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore plain leggings and a sweatshirt, but at that moment, you wished you never had to wear anything else.
“What’s with everyone suddenly thinking I’m a hopeless romantic or something?”
“I don’t know, dude. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.”
“Whatever, Sadie,” you said, deciding to change the subject. “Where are you going anyways?”
“It’s Nena’s twenty-first, remember?” she said, shouldering you a little to the side so she could also look in the mirror. “We’re going to the Duchess, so don’t worry, I’m sure Jo’s gonna keep an eye on us.”
Your phone buzzed on the dresser, and you saw it was a text from Aaron saying he was outside.
“Well, just be careful, okay? And don’t drink too much,” you said, kissing her temple as you grabbed your stuff.
“Have fuuun~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Oh! And can I borrow your leather jacket?”
“Yes, as long as you don’t scratch it!” You yelled over your shoulder, practically skipping towards the door.
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Upon arrival, Aaron hung up his keys and his jacket, hovering close to you.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, vaguely gesturing around.
“Wow, your place is really nice,” you said as you took off your shoes by the door.
That was an understatement. His house was immaculate, really, with hardwood floors and modest decorations. He had nice furniture, but nothing too flashy or extravagant. You already knew he had money, but it was clear he didn’t much care to flaunt it.
“I can give you a tour after dinner,” he offered. “I finished preparing everything earlier, just need to heat it up.”
“Need any help?”
“No, no, don’t worry about it. You just sit back and relax, let me spoil you.”
You couldn’t help but smile slyly. “Spoil me, huh? Careful, Aaron. I just might get used to it.”
He smirked a little. “That’s the plan.”
From the adjacent living room, you watched him putter around in the kitchen, placing a dish in the oven and opening a bottle of red wine. He whistled a little as he worked, and you saw the flex of his muscles under his shirt. Your eyes trailed down to his exposed forearms, since he’d rolled up his sleeves.
Suddenly you were very hungry, but food was the last thing on your mind.
He brought you a glass and sat next to you on the couch, clinking his glass with yours. His body was angled to face you, arm resting behind you. You adjusted yourself, scooting just a little bit closer in the process.
“I’m surprised I was able to pull you away from work,” he said. “I’m really glad you could make some time for me in your busy agenda.”
“Oh, please,” you grinned, taking a sip of wine. “You act like I’m the only one.”
He chuckled. “I’ll give you that, but I did call off in advance.”
“So did I. Plus, doesn’t that make this time together even sweeter?”
He nodded, his eyes roaming over your face. He leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“It sure does.”
You couldn’t help yourself, so you met him halfway and planted a kiss on his lips. It was quick and innocent, but it left enough of a promise that there would be more to come.
At that moment, the oven’s timer dinged, indicating that the food was ready. The two of you moved over to the dining table, which was neatly set, lit candles and all. He’d made pasta primavera and some rosemary chicken, which smelled heavenly. Not only did you love how much effort he put into it, but also the fact he was genuinely a good cook. He smiled when your eyes fluttered close after the first bite, humming in delight.
Dinner was a breeze, where you swapped stories and joked around, hands often coming together. They were so thrilling, those little touches; So incredibly intimate in their simplicity.
Perhaps it was then that the foreplay really started, before you even kissed him again.
You patted your belly as he cleared the table, smiling beatifically. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to languish with him, your body warm from not just the wine.
“You know how they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” You said. “I think that applies to women, too.”
He glanced at you over his shoulder, his smile mirroring yours. “I told you my nefarious plans from the beginning.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as he came back from the kitchen, leading you back towards the couch. God, now you were giggling too!? This wasn’t helping your case at all. You could picture Sadie and Gia’s smug smirks clear as day.
“Well, safe to say you succeeded.”
In a small act of boldness, you propped your legs up on his lap as soon as he sat next to you. He was so warm, too, and all you wanted was to sink into him. But the amount of restraint you two had held onto so far was kind of fun, almost like teasing. His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb lightly tracing it.
“So, do you have a movie in mind?” You asked, propping a cushion behind you and lying back on it.
He looked over at you, his eyes flicking down your body before returning to your face. “I could think of a few. What kind do you like?”
“Wait, oh my god, crazy request, but have you ever seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula?” You asked excitedly, propping up on your elbows. “The Coppola one. It’s one of my favorite movies, sooo fucking campy!”
“You’re cute when you’re excited,” he said, and his eyes seemed to gleam with affection as he started looking for it on his smart TV. “Anyways, I haven’t seen it, but now I really think I should.”
“Prepare to be absolutely blown away.”
Once he found the movie, you were more focused on his reactions rather than the actual film. You tried to watch, you really did, but it was impossible to look away from him. The elegant column of his throat, the clean cut of his jaw, the dark fan of his lashes…
His thumb absently continued its slow caresses on your knee, and you surreptitiously slid closer, so now your thighs were on his lap. He looked down at you then, his eyes pitch black in the low light, desire like a living thing behind them.
Your restraint broke then and there.
You sat up, cupping the back of his head and bringing him into your ravenous kiss. On the screen, Mina and Dracula were also kissing after he finally confessed his undying devotion for her. You moaned a little as he pulled you up so you could straddle him properly.
You raked your fingers through his hair as his tongue found yours. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a devouring, all the anticipation finally reaching its peak. He ran his hands down your back, reaching your hips as you rocked them. His breathing hitched at the friction, grip tightening.
“God… I’ve wanted this for days now,” he said, barely separating his lips from yours. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“You’re telling me,” you said with the smallest laugh, capturing his lower lip with your teeth.
He groaned into your mouth, which caused you to shudder. His hands hesitated at the hem of your sweatshirt, so you leaned back to grant him permission, raising your arms above your head. He took it off for you, tossing it to the side.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he rasped, seemingly surprised but also utterly delighted.
“Obviously not, it’s my day off,” you said, nipping at his jaw, causing him to chuckle.
He moved to kiss your neck, your clavicles, your sternum, before finally his tongue encircled one of your nipples. One of your hands kept his head in place as you leaned back, eyes closing momentarily. Beneath you, his cock was rock hard, straining against his slacks.
As he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, you rocked your hips agonizingly slow. When his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, your body jerked, and you pushed him back.
“I need this off, now,” you urged, shaking fingers unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of him.
You ran your hands down his hairy chest, mouth watering at the sight of his heaving breaths and his puffy lips. You licked your lips salaciously, an idea popping into your mind.
“What do you say we turn this into a no pants party?” You purred.
He nodded eagerly, and you slid off his lap onto the floor, kneeling before him. He shifted his hips forward, and you reached to undo his belt and slacks, pulling them down. His cock sprang out, hitting his stomach. It was thick and just above average in length, with a prominent vein that you could not wait to tongue. The tip glistened with precum, and he gripped the base as your hands came to rest on his thighs.
Teasingly, you gave the tip a couple of kitten licks, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and you looked up at him through your lashes. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he panted. “Where did my sweet Honey go?”
“I’m right here,” you breathed, pressing a kiss on his shaft before letting him feed it into your mouth.
You flattened your tongue as you began bobbing your head slowly, taking him deeper each time. He wound your ponytail around his hand as he gently guided your head, groaning as he reached the back of your throat. You hummed around his length.
You released him momentarily, pumping him with your fist as you finally licked the entirety of that sensitive vein. His body jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, head tossed back. “That mouth of yours is heaven.”
You giggled, utterly drunk on the fact that you could give him such pleasure. You rubbed your thighs together as you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his cock. He began shuttling it up and down immediately, and you spat down on it so it could slide even easier.
“Such a dirty girl,” he praised, brow furrowed at all the stimulation you were subjecting him to. “I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fuck you soon.”
“That makes two of us.”
He gently pulled your head back as he bent to kiss you feverishly. Your tongues tangled messily, the movement of his hips erratic. Arousal was a deep well of heat in your belly, inner thighs sticky from how wet you were.
You moaned into each other’s mouths and, unable to wait any longer, you extricated yourself from him. You yanked your leggings off, along with your underwear, the two of you maintaining heavy eye contact.
You quickly grabbed a condom from your purse, opening the wrapper with your teeth before rolling it onto him. You were a responsible horndog, after all, even if you were also on birth control.
Next thing you knew, you were sinking down on his length, stretching you deliciously. You shared breath as he bottomed out, his hands on your back firmly pressing you against him.
“God, you’re so wet and warm,” he groaned, gripping your hips once more. “You’re taking me so well, too. This pussy is so good to me.”
You began riding him slowly, adjusting to his size. He filled you up so nicely, and you couldn’t help but whimper in his ear. He kissed your shoulder and your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Soon enough, you picked up the pace, working the entirety of his length. You pulled back, using his shoulders to steady yourself, your breasts bouncing in his face. He chased one of them with his mouth, sucking your nipple once more.
The lewd sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as well as the chorus of your moans and grunts. You could feel that familiar coil winding in your stomach, and you bit down on your bottom lip.
“F-fuck, your cock feels so fucking good. It’s so t-thick,” you mewled, back arching. “I’m so close.”
“You’re clenching me hard,” he said, pulling back and reaching between the two of you so his fingers found your clit. “Come for me, I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”
He stroked your clit in quick, tight circles, and your hips stuttered. There was no rhythm to your movements at that point, just you chasing your high.
You came undone mere moments later, crying out his name. He was whispering praises before his words melted into a low groan. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he also reached his peak, prolonging your orgasm.
The two of you panted heavily, foreheads leaning together. You kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips. He rubbed your back gently, and you could feel his hammering heartbeat against your chest, in tempo with yours.
“I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I first saw you,” you confessed with a chuckle, wiping a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. “But the real thing was so much better than my fantasies.”
“Oh, so you fantasized about me, did you?” He teased, and you shifted your hips in retaliation, making him hiss. “Easy there, cowgirl. You know I wanted you just as bad.”
The two of you laughed, sharing a couple more pecks before you lifted yourself off of him, plopping back onto the cushion.
He went to clean himself off and discard the condom, coming back with some water and a wet cloth to clean you up. He’d also brought you one of his t-shirts to wear, which you immediately slipped on, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne deeply. He pulled you to him, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.
“We can restart the movie if you want,” he said. “I must shamefully admit I wasn’t paying any attention to it.”
You grinned impishly. “I forgive you, I also wasn’t focusing much.”
“Something tells me we might have to pause it again, especially with you looking like that.”
“Well, you won’t hear me complaining.”
#the self insert jumped out on this one#lmaoooo anyways#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x stripper!reader#aaron hotchner x fem!reader smut#ssa aaron hotchner#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#honey bun#aaron hotchner series#series#minors dni
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Missed Connection
Missed Connection Ch. 2
pairing: carmy berzatto x f!reader
summary: after being best friends since culinary school, you and carmy have had somewhat of a falling out. while opening up a restaurant in chicago, you try to make amends and get your friend back
words: 2k
warnings: 18+ eventually but nothing of real note in this chapter, some angst, eventual friends to lovers, dummies who can't just say how they're feeling, slow burn, me not knowing how restaurants or chef things work
a/n: sooooo this was meant to be self-indulgent porn. but i should know by now i can't write porn without plot. it's my curse. also i just love carmy so much that i wanted to spend some more time with him. this might only be two chapters, but i have a feeling it'll be more than that. only time will tell!
read on ao3!
“Well well well, if it isn’t Food & Wine’s Best New Chef.”
Carmy’s head snaps up, almost comically, ready to fight whoever is bringing up that damn accolade yet again. It’s been almost ten years, for christ’s sake.
You smirk playfully as his eyes find you. His soften and you see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. But Carmen Berzatto doesn’t show his emotions easily. Thankfully, you’ve known him long enough to be able to read the ghosts of expressions that play at his face. You didn’t just learn how to cook at culinary school. You learned how to decipher your enigmatic friend. That’s what years of cooking together side by side will do.
Carmy comes around the counter, ignoring the obvious stares from his co-workers. He pauses in front of you, then pulls you into a tentative hug. Your smirk disappears, replaced by a comical look of surprise. Chefs aren’t known for being touchy-feely people, Carmy least of all. But you haven’t seen him in almost a year, people change.
You awkwardly return the hug, which ends all too quickly. Carmy studies you, like you’re an old recipe he hasn’t attempted in years but once knew by heart. “Long time, no see, Rosy.”
Smiling at the nickname he gave you in school, you answer back with his pet name. “Right back at you, Bear.”
*******
Carmy introduces you to his staff. Everyone greets you with different levels of enthusiasm. Marcus, the pâtissier, grins at you as he shakes your hand, instantly offering you a piece of his cake to give your thoughts on.
Before you can enthusiastically oblige him, Carmy is pulling you away to continue the introductions you know he’s feeling awkward about. Syd, the sous chef, offers you a half smile but seems much too busy for you. As a chef yourself, you take no insult to this. The food comes first.
Tina also has no time for you, giving you a quick once over before yelling at whoever stole her stock pot. Richie smiles knowingly at Carmy as he greets you, calling “sweetheart” and offering to show you how the kitchen works.
“She’s Chef de Cuisine at a three Michelin star restaurant, cousin. I think she knows how a kitchen works.”
Richie holds up his hands “I don’t even know what the fuck that means. Was just being friendly.”
Last is Ebra, who gives you his name then asks you point blank if you and Carmy are dating. Carmy sighs a Jesus fucking Christ as he pulls you into his office and slams the door shut.
Once safe from prying eyes, Carmy quickly clears off a pile of papers from a chair and offers the seat to you. He takes one opposite you and lets out a sigh. Running his hands through his wild hair, he smiles ruefully. “Sorry. They’re a great staff but they can be…a lot.”
After the kitchens you had been in through the years and the jerks you had worked with, the crew at The Original Beef of Chicagoland seemed like goddamn angels. “Nah, they seem nice. If just a bit nosey.”
Carmy nods, huffing out a small chuckle. You study his face, the familiarity of it making memories rush back from your shared past. With those memories comes a funny feeling in your stomach. For years, you had mistaken that feeling for anxiety. It was the only feeling that was always a constant in your life as a chef.
Carmy was always there alongside you, so you just assumed the environment caused that tingle in your gut. But slowly, you had realized the difference between your anxiety and your feelings for your friend.
The anxiety felt cold and empty, like a bottomless pit you might never claw your way out of. The feeling Carmy gave you was the polar opposite. His presence left you feeling warm and surrounded, completely taken care of. You had missed that this past year…
You could dwell on your crush later. Right now, your main focus was getting your friend back in your life. He stares at you and you realize you’ve been gawking at him for entirely too long. “Not that I’m not happy to see you but…” He glances to the clock.
“Lunch rush, huh?” it’s less of a question from you and more of a commiseration. No matter how long you’ve been in a kitchen, the lunch rush is always the most dreaded. Carmy nods, fidgeting in his seat.
“I know you’re busy but I’m gonna be in town for a bit and just wanted to say ‘hey’” it sounds lame. Saying ‘hey’ after not speaking for a year is pretty weird.
Carmy’s eyebrows knit together in worry. “Work ok?”
You hurriedly nod, sorry you caused him anxiety when he already looks so run down. “No, no. It’s good. Great, actually. We’re opening up a location here and I’m taking point on it.”
His worry doesn’t fall away like you expect it to but he nods “That’s great, Rose. Happy for you.” You choose to believe his words rather than his expression.
“Thanks…” you look into his eyes and search them for permission for the next subject you want to broach. You want to talk about why you’ve both been so silent this past year when you’d been best friends for the last decade.
But his eyes dart back to that fucking clock and you decide against it. This conversation deserves all the time it needs.
You get up, understanding Carmy’s time is precious and you’ve already eaten up enough of it. He jumps up, more worry etched into his face. “You’re leaving already?”
You look between him and the clock. “I just…lunch rush, right?”
Carmy nods dejectedly. “Yeah, those sandwiches won’t make themselves.” As if on cue, you hear a pot fall in the kitchen and the sounds of muffled yells. Carmy once again runs his hand through his hair, seemingly as a way to self-soothe.
You’ve seen your friend stressed beyond belief before. But this is something different. He looks like his tether to sanity is fraying and fast. It breaks your heart and so before you know what you’re doing, you’re blurting out an offer that you’re sure he’ll refuse.
“I can help with prep if you want? Many hands and all that.” You see him thinking it over, certain he’ll rebuff your offer. He was never one to ask for assistance. But he surprises you with a gentle nod.
“That would be great, Chef. Thank you.”
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The lunch rush is…insane. You’re not sure what you had been expecting but it wasn’t this. How much business could one little hole in the wall sandwich shop do you had thought before service started.
The answer is a whole fucking lot.
Regulars crowd the tiny shop as tourists meekly try to edge their way in as well.
You help with prepping the vegetables, knowing it’s one of the most hated jobs in the kitchen. It’s also the perfect job for staying out of the way but being helpful.
The rest of the staff instantly love you for this except for Tina, who studies you as if trying to figure out what your angle is. You’d love to explain to her the only angle you have is spending time with your best friend whom you’ve missed dearly. But before you can open your mouth, Carmy is yelling out for more orders and it’s back to business.
At the end of the rush, the kitchen is in shambles. Your face is flaming hot and flushed, like a tomato come to life. It’s how you earned your nickname in culinary school. You hated it at first but then learned to love it, realizing you looking like this meant you’d put in the work, got the job done and made the customers happy.
Everyone else in the kitchen looks completely exhausted. But the strange thing is they’re happy. You’re not used to these vibes. Exhaustion is always a given. Maybe you’ve worked in mostly toxic environments but usually by now, everyone would be at each other’s throats.
It’s not to say the chefs here don’t give each other shit. An outsider listening in on them during the rush would have thought the day would end in murder. But to an insider, that’s kind of just how kitchens sound. But the chefs at Original Beef are able to weather the insanity of lunch and still crack jokes and thank each other for their hard work at the end of it.
You watch them happily as you all clean up, feeling like one of the crew already. Watching Carmy leading them makes you long for the days where you two worked together. But you know that’s probably never going to happen again and you push aside the brief sadness and revel in the joy that you got to work side by side with him again, if just for the day.
“Thank you for your help, Chef,” Carmy leans against the counter next to you, smiling tiredly.
You take off your blue apron and fold it neatly, handing it back to him. “Anytime, Chef.”
You’re due back at your hotel to change before you meet up with the investors. Once again, the tension is back between you two. God you miss the days where there was never an awkward moment between you and Carmy.
He accepts the apron, looking small as he clutches it to his chest. “Duty calls?”
You sigh soullessly. Cooking is what you excel at, not business. You were flattered when your boss asked you to take responsibility for the opening of your Chicago location. You just didn’t realize how much handshaking and negotiating you’d have to do. “Time to wine and dine the investors. Really important, world peace negotiating level type stuff.”
Carmy smiles at you. It’s tiny and doesn’t quite reach his eyes but it’s a start towards what you two used to have. “You’re putting the work in. Gotta get through all that bullshit to get to the stuff that really matters.” The food.
He’s right and you nod, accepting that fact. You don’t want to leave him yet but it’s your turn to be distracted by the clock. “It was great cooking with you again, Chef.”
Carmy smiles again but this time the sadness under the surface is evident. “Just like old times, huh?”
“Yeah. Well, I’m in town for the next few weeks at least so…”
“Dinner sometime? Or, you know, any meal that works best for you.”
You think on the offer and counter your return. “Hey why don’t we do get brunch tomorrow? Mimosas are on me.”
You let out at laugh at Carmy’s look of horror that quickly morphs into a relieved grin as he realizes you’re taunting him. “Fuck you.”
Grabbing your jacket, you throw a “dinner sometime would be great” over your shoulder.
Your chest feels full in the best way as you realize you and your best friend are back together again. All might not be right with the world but it’s as close to perfection as it’ll ever be. You stop and turn to the tired chef.
“Hey, Bear?”
He watches you, blue eyes sparkling. “Yes, Rose”
“Fuck you, too.”
It’s as close as I love you and I missed you that you’ll get. Carmy grins as you laugh and turn reluctantly towards the exit. Neither of you have ever been good at conveying your emotions. But you know he can read between the lines and decipher what you really meant. He just hopes you know it’s what he feels too.
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#ok im on my third rewatch of the bear someone help me#going to be out of town a lot these next few weeks but hope to get the next chapter up asap#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy x reader#the bear#the bear fx#allie writes#carmy berzatto
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So… I’m making this post because I’m experiencing hardcore PercivAlister brainrot— so much so that I’m writing yet another fanfic!
Unlike my old fic, this one isn’t self-indulgent OOC trash (at least not imo) and the amount of time and energy I’ve been investing into it is UNREAL. It’s my first fanfic that I feel actually proud of for the plot, and if you want to read it, here it is! (*Note: Percy is OOC in the way that he's not immediately down for killing, but I tried to keep him fairly IC character-wise, at least as far as his personality goes)
Also, I made a cover for it, and I plan to do even more art for the chapters! I’m so passionate about this fic and if even one person takes the time to read it that would make me SOOOOO happy!! But even if no one does, I am having a BLAST with this hyperfixation again, and that’s the only part that truly matters. I’ll continue to create for it, even if only for me uwu
#percimuth#percivalister#percival tachyon#alistercival#alistercy#alister azimuth#fanfic#mlm fanfic#I’m so hype for this fic guys it’s an actual problem#ratchet & clank#ratchet and clank fanart#my art#fanart#ratchet and clank
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Hi Karrie!!!! One fic I may have already recommended but will absolutely do again if I did not is @lizartgurl @jedipoodoo ‘s Secret Kingdom series.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40385772/chapters/101166927
It is such a fun amazing read! I still haven’t finished but each chapter has been sooooo fun leaving me breathless for more!
Gotta love the idea of a medieval Hunter 😏
OOOOOH ok so I haven't read a lot of Fantasy AU fics, but I do love the idea of Hunter in one, especially as a knight. And HELL YES TO THE SELF-INDULGENT TAG. AS IT SHOULD BE. (I'm also giggling at the "Horse Girl Hunter" tag). And as someone that adores Jake Bartok's Medieval Star Wars series, I am INTRIGUED to see how it has inspired this work. The first few paragraphs have me giggling and kicking my feet for SURE. Thanks so much for sending it in!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#fic rec#fanfiction#fan fic#star wars#the bad batch#tbb#fantasy au#hunter#padme amidala#anakin skywalker#hunter x reader#hunter x you#anakin x padme#anidala
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Amongst the sea of amazing bts fanfics I keep coming back to Eunoia ever so often. It's truly one of those fics that you never forget about yk. It's amazing how you have created such an immersive world; that the length of Eunoia isn't intimidating, no matter how many times I read it. I am going into indulgent and fangirl territory next so I have a feeling this is gonna be kinda long (sorry for that TvT).
Ok sooooo... Starting with the amazing way you write such a relatable and human y/n. I know you don't always have to write relatable reader inserts since the point of these fics is to be able to experience stories and situations that you might (and prolly won't) irl. I know (us) the ppl reading this fic aren't world class producers who are friends with taylor swift but gosh darn it I feel like it when I am reading eunoia XD . The y/n feels so... human. They have their fears, insecurities, mess ups and they worry and overthink yet they also have their strengths and try their hardest no matter what. Their love hate relationship with their career and burnout, is honestly so refreshing to see becuz no matter if your career is your dream you are going to get tired at some point. OH YEAH AND THEIR COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR PARENTS! My gosh, it was so good to see someone acknowledge how hard it is to have a relationship with your parents where you don't hate them but you also don't get along because of your massive differences. It feels like you are stuck b/w a rock and a hard place. An argument that will never find it's peace...
Also, I feel like you absolutely nail the members' personality to a T. Ofc, tho you just HAD to give them such TRAGIC backstories ;-; (but yk I get it, the angst is what makes the fluff all the more sweeter). I adore the intricacies of their relationships with each other and also with the reader. All of them mean well but are hesitant to cross any boundaries. I hope we can see them get even closer and develop even stronger bonds so they don't feel like they are burdening each other with their problems and instead rely on each other <3 OK RAPID FIRE ROUND-
Namjoon- so charming, absolutely stole my heart with his rizz, emotional support bby, my anchor in the storm
Jin- absolute SWEETHEART, yes love how did you know the way to my heart was through the stomach, flustered jin is my kryptonite
Yoongi- OOHH gimme that angsty emo boy XD, No but for realisies BBY LEMME GIVE YOU A HUG! it's ok, we're gonna be okay <3 your past doesn't define you!
Hoseok- Sunshine Bby, You are loved, valid and just as important as all of the others, never a burden and always do so much more than you take credit for
Jimin- CLINGY BBY COME HERE & HEAL MY TOUCH STARVED SELF, His backstory made me genuinely sob, don't be afraid love you are safe here <3
Taehyung- ADORABLE LITTLE BABY BEAR, well since we haven't seen much of him I can't say that much but I hope to see more of him and his growth in the upcoming chapters <3 (Also since he is my bias I am even more invested! I am excited to see what direction you take him in :)
Jungkook- Bunny boy come here and tackle me to the ground with a hug >:) He is so cute, he just wants everyone to be happy together ;-; the juxtaposition of a cute bunny who is ripped *chef's kiss*
I feel like eunoia rn is at a midpoint. Things have settled and are not as chaotic but there is still so much to be done! So much to be said, done and so much to heal from. I feel like the story can go in any direction and I am so so curious as to what your vision is for the next chapters (ma'am can we have some crumbs please :> ). Also I was wondering; it was originally marked as smut so if you are still thinking of doing that? (I reallyyyy hope this does not come off as rude I was just genuinely curious; I love the story regardless and it's totally your call).
PHEW, OK THIS IS A LOT! I kinda feel bad for blabbering your ear off but what can I say, this fic is very dear to me.
(pls accept this cute kitty as compensation)
This ask made my day and I'm sorry for taking some time to reply but when I receive such long asks I usually like to think some more before replying. First of all, thank you so much for your words and the fangirling. I live fangirling!!
It is very important to me when writing the main characters in stories to give them their own personalities and make them as human as possible. I don't think it's as fun to write perfect characters or to read about them at that. The mc of Eunoia is very close to my heart because I can see myself in some aspects of her character and I'm happy that's true for other people as well. Relationships with parents can be very hard to navigate and she and her parents have a complicated history. They will never stop being her parents but their differences are so stark and they are nearly strangers by now. She was trying with them for the longest time and she didn't know when to stop trying. Or to stop pretending.
All the hybrids share unique relationships with each other. They might have tragic back stories but they are ones that led them to each other. They have had people crossing their boundaries so many times in the past that they are afraid of doing that to each other. They are all my babies and I adore them.
I was planning to write some light smut for it but I've been rethinking it. I don't have any experience writing smut and in this case the second person is throwing me off. I'll try but I don't know how it will go and if it will fit with the story well.
Thank you for sending this and thank you go the kitty💜 Sending all my love 💜💜💜
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Random things from my GoWxMarvel crossover fic
I've been working on this fic for SO LONG, I think I'm gonna cave and finally post the first 2 or 3 chapters soon. I won't update it for a good while after that but I just want to get the idea out there (almost like a proof of concept I guess). I've been hitting a slump in motivation to write and I think I wanna know some people out there are actually interested so think of this as a teaser of sorts.
Heres some silly things I've come up with while writing this completely self-indulgent crossover that I just need to get out of my system
For context: the idea for this fic is basically that Atreus gets zapped into the MCU and has to help the Avengers (plus a few extras) fight a bunch of monsters to get home.
When Atreus gets dropped into New York, one of the first things he does is accidentally break into a museum
Atreus makes the mistake of introducing himself as Loki, the Avengers kinda freak out at the idea of having two gods of mischief around while Loki himself finds the situation completely and utterly hilarious
Just a ton of me poking fun at the crazy differences in the Norse pantheons for each universe
Atreus nearly has a heart attack when he meets Thor, and the feeling is reciprocated when Thor panics after Atreus asks him if he's still married to Sif
Upon finding out that Odin is Loki's 'dad', Atreus has to stop himself from passing out from laughing at the idea
After becoming friends, Loki works up the courage to show Atreus his Jotunn skin. He's still kinda ashamed of it so he only shows like a hand or at most an arm. Atreus absolutely loves it! He thinks it is the coolest thing and is kinda jealous that he can't do it too (part of him gets a little sad at the same time because Loki's blue skin reminds him of Brok)
I completely changed the plot of Cap 3 for my fic, partly because I think that movie is stupid but also because I wanted to find a way to force Atreus into a fight with those other Winter Soldiers from the end of the movie (basically instead of killing them, Zemo is gonna use them as his goons)
When I started writing this fic, I knew I wanted Peter and Atreus to be friends. They have a lot of similarities in their character/stories, it just made sense to me. Sooooo . . . in the process of writing a bunch of scenes with them, I think I accidentally wrote them having big fat crushes on each other . . . I know I know, crossships in 2024??? You're right I'm insane
anyway, thats it for now.
#let me know if people would actually be interested in reading this#then maybe I'll be more finish it#god of war#god of war ragnarok#marvel#mcu#atreus#loki#crossover#my writing#084
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I’m reading In the Dream House (it’s sooooo good!!!!) and the chapter on queer villainy had me thinking so much about The Locked Tomb (because yes, I’m always thinking at least a little bit about it). Carmen Maria Machado writes about how she knows, politically, she “should” be opposed to all Disney’s queer-coded villains but like, they’re great??? She has a lot of really smart things to say and basically ends the chapter with, recognizing the full humanity of queer people means having queer characters of all kinds, including villains.
And I love that The Locked Tomb is full of complex fully-realized queer characters, and also, on a purely self-indulgent level I am so glad we get campy villains. I am obsessed with Cytherea “Evil Cougar” Loveday and look, yes, Ianthe. I love that they occupy a book where they get to be evil and predatory and lesbians without it implying something sinister about lesbians as a group.
This post also brought to you by the fact that I saw Hadestown recently, and according to his bio the actor who played Hades “originated several villainous roles for Disney Cruise Line, such as Scar, Jafar, and Captain Hook,” so now I’m gonna go listen to “Be Prepared”
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free space WHAT WIP WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT MOST OR WHAT SPECIFIC THING ABOUT ONE OF THEM R YOU SUPER HYPED TO TALK ABOUT GO !!!!!!
i'm just gonna say a little bit about each of them for this ehhehehehe
to daffodils is my BABY to daffodils is my pride and joy to daffodils is the only thing i care about in the WORLD and i have not touched it in several months. it's still my fuckin baby though don't care. i love thinking about the tbm time loop i love thinking about jason dying over and over again and nobody he loves being able to stop it. quick fun fact Apollo isn't rewinding time on his own. do with that what you will. oh also nico is experiencing the loop too so he just keeps reliving the day up until jason dies and he can't stop it and apollo won't stop it. so
the fire is hot is the original jasontristan rumour fic!! the plot is just. jason and tristan are spotted together. they Aren't a couple but people Think they're a couple. tristan panicking because jason is sixteen ensues. not a ship fic but it is the fic that made me obsess over trason and where would i be today without that obsession
stare us down is really fuckin old. like from when i first picked up writing again old.
father figure unlocked was originally written on paper !! i miss it tbh i never even got to the good part
I WON'T SAY SHE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO OH MY GOD it's named after a line from yoshi's island by glass beach and it's Another transfem jason fic and in this one she's getting her makeup done by piper THAT'S RIGHT JASIPER MAKEUP FIC i miss it. i promised to post this one for adam ages ago but idk if it's got a good enough ending yet LMAOOOO
tristan cooking breakfast is sooooo self indulgent. obsessed with the duo obsessed with them mentally ill about them in every way every day. like half of it is just tristan explaining the concept of transness LMAO
love is no guess. ough. tbh my favourite part of this fic is that i started writing it at all LMAOOOO
funny enough i actually started writing head over heels before any of the rest of love is no guess
LIZARD MAGIC CHAPTER NAMED AFTER BMC FIC WEIRD SCIENCE best part of this fic is one it's lizard magic and lizard magic is great and two WEIRD SCIENCE REFERENCE i miss that fic
a boy with too much power was originally supposed to get more into the trio and THE CURSE but sadly i got bored 💔
the urge ! named after just the first thing that came to mind when i opened the doc
Untitled document is secretly kuaitomas but shhhh it's before anything happens. anyways cut to liu kang calling a thirteen year old kuai liang a slur
ty for all your asks!!! and ofc thanks to everyone who sent in asks i appreciate you all <3<3<3
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Would love to know more about Love and Fanfiction 👀
HI SULLY!!! I feel like I haven't "seen" you around (probably bc Life and Work and also I follow over 700 people khdbfskhd) but I have missed your presence in my virtual space!
SO. Love and Fanfiction is the "IRL Besties; Online Worsties" AU that's been rattling around in my head for a while. It'll definitely be a few months before it's closed to being finihsed, but the gist of it is Kurt and Blaine are bffs in real life, but online they have Beef. Kurt is a popular fic writer and Blaine is a gifmaker for the same show (but different ships). It's utterly ridiculous and completely self indulgent but it do be livin in the old noggin rent free <3
I don't have much of this written AT ALL but here's the opening scene:
starchildofthenight: KURT
starchildofthenight: THAT ENDING ON CHAPTER SIX OF STARING AT THE SUN??? ARE YOU FR?? SAY SIKE RN
starchildofthenight: if I were less dignified I might give a keysmash
elizabethelphaba: Elliot, please. You read tentacle porn. There’s not an ounce of dignity left in your body
elizabethelphaba: but also thanks for beta-ing, you’re my number one fan ❤️
starchildofthenight: thanks??? ohionians are so rude. even when they’re complimenting you
elizabethelphaba: that nightbird guy must be from Ohio, too then
starchildofthenight: I wouldn’t know, he never tells anyone anything about his identity
starchildofthenight: but I do know he’s not that bad
starchildofthenight: I love his gifsets ngl. we chatted for a while the other day, on the Aathan server! I feel like you two would get along tbh
elizabethelphaba: [press X to doubt]
starchildofthenight: message received
elizabethelphaba: okay I’m not going to convince you to not be friends with him but!!! he’s SOOOOO ANNOYING!
elizabethelphaba: like. who tf makes a call out post for breaking *internet ettiquite*?? It’s not like I doxxed someone! He only did it because I’m a caaron shipper, too…
starchildofthenight: well… you DID post hate in the Aaron X Nathan tag
elizabethelphaba: listen, I’m a Twitter refugee. This site is CONFUSING for me
elizabethelphaba: almost as confusing to me as multi shipping Carson—no offense! I just truly don’t see the appeal, but I love it for YOU
starchildofthenight: if the smut’s good, the smut’s good 👀
starchildofthenight: speaking of smut…
elizabethelphaba: I’m not writing you caaron tentacle porn
starchildofthenight: Aaron would make the sexiest alien… Carson would sooooo secretly be into it
elizabethelphaba: JAIL!!!! STRAIGHT TO HORNY JAIL!!
starchildofthenight: you can’t send me to horny jail, I’m the warden 😘
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hi hi hi! this is @/cptainjones ! what is your real/fake au? 👀👀
Beloved new OUAT mutual HIIIIII~~~<3
SO fake/real is a ridiculous AU fic series that @naivesilver probably makes look a lot cooler and more fascinating than it probably is...
Sooooo way back in 2017 or whenever season 6 first aired, I watched the episodes that first introduced the idea of the Wish Realm. And, at the time, I felt so frustrated by two things: 1) that everyone in the Wish Realm was treated like they weren't real (and that they were treated this way by both the characters in canon AND by the show as a whole (until they decided to utilise the WR again in Season 7)). and 2) that Wish!Robin was brought back through the wardrobe and just...hated it immediately and was eventually sent back to the Wish Realm ANYWAY. So, I decided I wanted to write a fic dedicated to some of the (Season 6) Wish Realm characters.
The main concept of the fic was that Wish!Robin would stay behind in the Wish Realm, rather than leaving with Regina and Emma. It started off as a one shot that mostly involved WR!Pinocchio and Robin having a slightly awkward conversation with one another about being 'real' (or...fake) and the fic was originally supposed to end there. As a one shot.
Then Nottingham got involved...and it evolved into something longer. And then it evolved again...and again...and now it's a very long and bizarre AU set entirely in the Wish Realm.
Main characters include the Wish Realm versions of: Robin, Pinocchio, Lizard (from Wonderland), Lampwick (from Pinocchio), Henry and Rumple. Also Peter Pan.
It's a very self indulgent series that allows me to write some bizarre and intricate backstories for various pre-existing characters and a couple of OCs as they journey through the WR. Each chapter is structured as though it were an episode of the show, sometimes involving character flashbacks, sometimes not (although it's still written in regular prose and not in a script format or anything like that). It's a fic where I try and fix canon plot holes that irritated me (see: Why didn't Robin OR Nottingham age in the WR??), whilst simultaneously making brand new plot holes for myself <3
It's a fic kind of about a bunch of lonely bastards trying to find a bit of meaning in their life. Lots of action/adventure and angst. A little bit of comedy and romance here and there. Some betrayal. Sea monsters and mermaids. Captain Nemo is also here. Cruella de Vil shows up a little later. They all spend a lot of time on various boats (no Killian though, sorry! I didn't want to mess with his own timeline involving Alice and Season 7 plot). Warlord Bo Peep gets a mention. Technically Willy Wonka is also in this AU, although he's never mentioned by name, only alluded to briefly in book 2.
Truthfully, I always find fake/real a really hard thing to describe. It's a project very close to my heart but it is REALLY fucking niche and weird, I won't deny that :')
(fic link here!)
#fake/real is urrrrrr technically the first fanfic I've ever written#yeah there are definitely things I would have changed if I were writing the fic now#but also? it's SO important to be a bit silly goofy cringe and have fun with these things#fake/real#I want to say more about this but I'm not sure how or what so I'll leave it for now#anyway OMG thank you so much for the ask!!!!! <3
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2, 4, and 5 for the writer asks!
2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?
Invisible Wounds - Sailor Moon - AmiZoi
So... I self inserted myself into this fic as Zoisite's mother. Not because I feel any super connection to Zoisite, but because I figured that was a really really easy way to make her feel real as an original character with just a line or two of dialogue here or there. She's a minor character. Like super minor. But since she's me, I gave Zoi's little brother the same disorder as my son (when I could have picked ANTYHING else). And like, it's a life limiting condition and for plot reasons I needed his little brother to die. (Do you see where I'm going with this??) So I did a ton of research specifically into how my son's disorder will eventually kill him. And then I wrote the fucking scene. Let's just say I cried doing the research, I cried writing the scene, and every now and again I go back and read it and cry all over again. Like WHY would I do this to myself? (I think it's because I needed to know, and doing it for a fic meant I could pretend there was a layer of psychological defense, which there absolutely wasn't).
The ironic thing is the research that killed me for this piece is for an unposted chapter near the end of the story. And it's getting increasingly difficult for me to work on this story because it is a medical drama centered around an epidemic that I started writing in 2016 before pandemics were a part of my daily life. And it's not that writing about an epidemic is hard/dark, so much as it feels like work, instead of an escape. So I'm not sure anyone is even going to get to read the scene! (But I got a comment on this story a few weeks back and I reread a lot of the upcoming bits, and it's sooooo good. It's a story that deserves to be told... too bad I don't currently have those mental emotional spoons).
4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?
Best Friends and Boyfriends - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrino
This is the most self indulgent fic I have ever written in my life, and when I'm low and just want to smile and laugh, this is the fic I go to most often. I lvoe the relationship, its development, the conflict, the make up from their fight, and the reveal! And it is the perfect length to get some development, and still be read in about an hour.
And honestly, I can reread almost any of my fics. I will often pick the one that I haven't read in the longest amount of time (also depends on what I'm in the mood for), and then sit back and kinda just be amazed that I wrote the thing? It's crazy. But I love that I have my own little library that is kinda tailored just to me!
5. what fic of your own won't you read?
I don't know that I have a fic I won't read. (See above), but the one that comes closest?
Anything to Protect You - Sailor Moon - Usamamo Fake Dating
Now, I'm actually insanely proud of this fic, and to this day think it's one of the better things I've written. It's got one of the best kisses I've ever written, some positively adorable dates, one of the best battles I've ever written, and a really satisfying reveal moment!!
So why don't I like to read it? Because I hated writing it!! It was a gift for an exchange and so it had to be finished. And it was tailored to my giftee so perfectly and I was excited about THAT, but it was late and ended up taking up a good six months. Actually, one of the things I LOVE about this fic is that it really taught me that I could 1) be disciplined and finish the things I wanted to finish whatever my brain had to say about it (ha!), and 2) could write a really good story even when I myself wasn't invested.
I do occasionally reread it and am floored by some of the moments in it, but it also brings up all the feelings/memories of obligation and forcing myself to work on it when my heart wanted to work on other things. So I think I resent it sometimes that OTHER things didn't get finished instead (like Invisible Wounds!!). But on the other hand, I'm really really glad it exists as well. And clearly this one is going to be read by way more people than my rarepair content ever will. Feelings are complicated.
Thank you @karkalicious769 for the ask!
Send me some Deep fic writer Asks!
#life of a writer#writing reflection#my angels and demons#ask answered#ask me anything#sailor moon#miraculous ladybug#fan fiction#seriously I need more of these to scare away my new followers#they need to know my blog is a fandom blog#well - primarily anyway
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yes it is I moon anon back from the dead! I live to see another day fools/aff
so I read the first chapter of honey and tangerines and HOLYY/pos the vibes, bones, the VIBES. immaculate. also the CD titles and the Polaroid photos? they are such a great insight into what kind of person Wilbur is in this fic so far. I also really enjoyed the conversation tommy and the others have at the pub. it felt so natural and so warm I giggled so many times oh my god it was perfect. also Wilbur being an archivist librarian really fits him a great choice truly. this man out here wearing sweaters during the dead of summer? me too it’s okay king. jack killing the cactus sent me to the moon with giggles. in short, this first chapter added like 30 years to my already philza minecraft looking lifespan, and I am so excited to keep reading. thank you bones and sorry for the obnoxious rant 😭🤚.
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HI MOON ANON!! welcome back!!!
awww this is so sweet i'm so glad you're enjoying honey so far!!! i literally have SUCH a specific aesthetic and atmosphere for it in my head. it's perfectly encapsulated by things like CD's and polaroids, golden hour lighting, sharing a tangerine or a handful of berries with someone, old books and oversized sweaters... it's all there floating in my head and im just picking and choosing random bits to toss into the fic. it's literally just my vibes fic it's sooooo self indulgent
also thank you i am firmly on the stance of modern au c!wilbur just feels like he'd be an archivist librarian, or do something with books or documents like that. he has the energy of being an overzealous history or literature major, y'know?
jack killing a cactus was based off the fact that i've killed a cactus before. no i don't know how i did it and no i didn't overwater it i swear.
this wasn't obnoxious at all tysm for this!! it makes me so happy to hear you're liking it so much so far :D I hope you enjoy the rest!
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Is there any fic you would recommend us on ao3? Something that stole your heart or that was different/special for you?
Uhhhhhhh My Immortal
…Ok no, actual rec‘s. Um.
Meet us at the Milk Bar is a really good fic. It’s about all the NPC‘s in Legend of Zelda: Majoras Mask getting together one by one to spend their last hours until the moon falls onto them, and man. The emotions. You don’t even need much context from the game to understand it (though it obvs has more impact that way) so please, read it.
That’s kinda the main one rn but for a bunch of other stuff (ignore it, it’s just a lot of self-indulgent fic recs)
Harry Potter and the Lack of Lambsauce. A fic about Gordon Ramsey (the way he‘s presented in his shows) being a professor in Hogwarts. I know it sounds like a pure crack-fic, but isn’t, has 99 chapters and is genuinely pretty good as far as I can tell. And I don’t even care about Gordon Ramsey, let alone Harry Potter.
The Heart and Soul Series which is pretty much the Kirby fic series (I don’t. Actually read anything Kirby related otherwise, surprisingly). Though, granted, it needs a bit of character context. Enemies to friends but they’re still rivals and also idiots.
(grabs the funny subway man) YOURE GOING BACK HOME FUCKER is not a crack fic. It’s a submas reunion fic. The Hurt/Comfort is real and strong with this one
And also 97% of what I read is in Legend of Zelda & related fandoms, sooooo. Yeah. If nesting multiple readmores into each other were a thing, I‘d put one here, but alas. I
Hero, what ails you? Whump. Hero collapses after being too stubborn to realize he’s got pneumonia, gives skeleton-mentor a second heart attack in the process
My Inner Life, their outer Nope. Roast-fic. Assortment of various Zelda characters torture themselves live-read and comment on the fic "My Inner Life“, also known as the My Immortal of Zelda fics
Dimensional Links, the OG of OG‘s of "throw all the Link‘s together“ AU‘s, pretty much the first ever fic I read, forgot everything what happens in the plot but still remember it being really good so it must be
And speaking of "throw Links together“ AU‘s, since you genuinely can’t take two steps in any Zelda tag on AO3 or tumblr without coming across Linked Universe stuff might as well throw some of those here too
How to kill a God Really engaging Murder Mystery with lots of world-building. Might as well be Original Work. Which is great so you don’t even need any context!
The Most Sincere Kind of Lie someone put this one in a collection called "Darkest LU shit I can find“ and. Yeah. It’s really good. Angst. So much Angst. It hurts a lot, but it’s. Just. Really well written
Stick a Fork in 'em cause they Done got Roasted crack/roast fic parodying the way fanon generally writes the different Links. I hate/love how accurate these are lmao
A Fishing Rod in Hand is Worth 2 in System Memory LU but glitches are a thing. Whatever this particular type of "4th wall break but not quite“ is called (Undertale does that too) I like it. + Crack treated seriously is always fun. + this has an actual story, so honestly I‘m not even sure if it can still be called crack, + it comes with descriptions for all the glitches, + while it says 6/? the way it currently ends makes for a pretty good open ending so it’s cool
#another anon ask#reading fics when your fave tags are found family and Gen is pure pain#also didn’t list any one-shots (even though that’s what I mainly read)#because THAT list would probably hit the word limit for a post#recommending fics feels kinda weird when you know the author of one of those will see this post on their dashboard#on one hand- hi!!! I like your stuff!!#on the other hand - what if the rest of my taste is trash then that fic will als get lumped together with the rest and that’s weird oh no-
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