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sameschmidtdiffname · 3 months

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i recently had a thought about the reader's online friend!josh futterman, like if these two actually KNOW each other irl but have no idea about it because they use nicknames

i'd really appreciate it if you'd write something like this and I hope my description of it makes sense i used a translator for this lol

in love with your writing btw !!! <3

Bbgirl I gotCHUUUUU

Familiar Strangers

A Josh Futturman x Gender Neutral! Reader Series

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, coffee shop AU, Josh never wins 'Biotic Wars' AU, fluff, meet cute, online friends who don't realize they're friends irl as well, brief mentions of smut, otherwise SFW.

Notes: Alright, first actually planned series! Is it gonna be a slowburn with twenty parts? A mini series? Who the fuck knows! Not me! Let's pray, mfers.

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°☆>》Maggie's《<☆°

"Please tell me there's a chance for us," she says with baited breath. "Don't tell me you're walking away."

The atmosphere of the small, brick walled coffee shop is calm for 10 o'clock in the morning, but I'm not complaining. God knows I prefer this over the alternative anyways.

"You know that I can't answer that," Oshua says to Tiger, agitated.

This guy, always trying to be mysterious.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn-"

The ring of the shop bell tears me from my reading, my head darting up to see who has come to disturb my morning of peace and fiction.

"Hi!" The customer says in overly bright voice. One look at the man and I already know he's the chatty type, not willing to just duck in and out, keys jingling from the black belt on his hip as he flashes a bright, genuine smile, waving his hand enthusiastically while keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Motherfucker.

"Hi!" I try to return with the same bright smile and tone, but I feel irritation spike into my chest as I hear the soft 'click' of my phone shutting off. "Welcome to Maggie's, what can I get you?"

Gentle sunlight streams in through the permanently clouded bay windows of the shop, illuminating the store in its warm glow that just makes a morning feel particularly peaceful. There isn't much foot at this point in the morning, most people already having arrived to work an hour or so earlier, myself included. It was a busy enough part of town, a good location for a coffee shop to thrive, especially with the loyal flow of customers from Kronish Laboratory, a tall, dull building dedicated to scientific research, and the little coffee shop that signs my checks often had the pleasures (read: irritations) of dealing with said researchers and keeping them alive while they work on the miracle cure for herpes. Most of them being particularly rude and short about their orders, usually in a rush for a regular cup of black coffee and swiping it from my hand before storming out to resume their endless work typing away at a computer to log their samples after what must be their too short lunch break. Or maybe too long. Can never tell with those assholes. Most of which I know through mental nicknames. It's partially because I'm no good at actual names. And partially my own form of disrespect and entertainment. Come on, you do it too.

"I don't know," the unfamiliar man says brightly, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at the chalkboard sign hanging behind my head. "What do you like?"

'Whatever gets you out of here the fastest,' I think. But instead I say "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Tea, coffee," the door, "smoothies?"

"Hit me-" gladly. "-with a tea," the bright man says just so... brightly.

Thank you for being so descriptive. "What kind?" I ask, trying to keep my smile sweet.

"Whatever you like," he says with a shrug.

"Vanilla chai?"

"Sure!"

I need to stop being so irritable when someone interrupts my reading. I'm not even allowed to be on my phone at work technically, except the manager generally doesn't care so long as I at least make half an effort to hide it and don't do it in front of customers. And maybe I wouldn't even really care about the interruption except I've been waiting for the release of this part for two weeks, and Nick had been so secretive about the ending he didn't even let me beta read the work before posting.

"What's got you in such a mood?" I ask the smiling man, turning to begin making the drink. Oh, size.

"What do you mean?" He asks, raising his brows, still smiling. Brightly.

"You're like a big... ball of sunshine," I say, gesturing towards him before holding up a small and large cup, now gesturing the two like they were on scales to silently ask his preference.

"Oh, I'm just excited this morning. I'm not usually like this," he says, laughing a little as a small blush grows on his nose, glancing down at the floor before returning his gaze to the cups, pointing at the small.

"Yeah?" I ask, putting the large cup away.

"Yeah. Finished a big project this morning, so I'm like," he shrugs, now scratching the back of his head as he tries to subdue his smile, pressing his lips together and now crossing his subtly built arms across his chest.

"Well, congrats," I say. There's a small moment of slightly awkward silence as the tea quickly brews, both of us not really sure what to say next. This is the part I hate about customer service. I feel bad if I'm not constantly keeping them engaged, but if they're constantly talking I wish they would shut the fuck up. I already can't read regular conversation cues, there's just no winning with this shit.

"I like your uh..." the man I've decided will henceforth be known as Sunshine drawls. "Apron."

I look down at myself, taking note of the dandelion yellow cloth stained with coffee at the bottom from an hour ago when it accidently dipped into a puddle of the stuff while I was cleaning up a spill someone hadn't even told me about only half an hour after opening.

"Thanks," I say, looking back up. "Company issued."

"Oh, we match!" Sunshine jokes, pointing at his grey jumpsuit. Alright, the man may be way too energetic for the morning, but at least he's entertaining about it. I take an actual look at his attire now, a janitors outfit with what I should've expected to be a Kronish Laboratory logo right above his name sewn onto the suit.

"That we do..." I glance at his nametag. "Futturman."

"Fut-turman, not Foot-turman," Sunshine corrects me.

"Oh shit. Shoot. Sorry, man," I laugh awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile as I pour the warm, steeped tea over the ice.

"Iced in Febuary?" He asks, giving me enough grace to not focus on the subject.

I feel my own blush creep onto my skin, a side effect from the name jumble and realizing I hadn't asked his preference. Get your head in the game, idiot.

"I can make you another, if you'd like," I offer sheepishly.

"No!" He blurts, straightening his posture and leaning against the counter. "I mean-" he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "No, iced is good. I like iced, just uh- figured you... wouldn't have the same preference."

Please, God. It's too early for this.

"I don't like the hot to room temperature texture," I say awkwardly, searching for a lid. "Too... I don't know. Iced to room temperature is better."

"Totally agree," Sunshine says quickly.

Glad to know neither of us can interact with humans properly.

Another moment of awkward silence, except I know what to say this time.

"So, you work at the lab?" I ask. For the small moment I didn't have his attention, he seemed to be surveying the small cakes on display inside the counter beside me, looking at a little white cake with strawberry coating on top before turning back to me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, I just- Carl told me about the place, said I had to try it out," he says, shifting his weight as he stands. "Good vibes and all that."

"Carl..." I say, trying to remember if I've known a Carl.

"Big, like," he gestures his hands long then wide. "Works security, looks like," he makes a sort of stern, almost mean mug face. At that it clicks.

"Oh! Carl!" Deftones Guy. "Yeah, I know him," I say with a more relaxed smile, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, said you guys discuss music sometimes," he says, nodding enthusiastically like he's glad we know the same person.

"A little," I say, placing the drink on the counter. "Alright, Mr. Futturman. $6.70 is your total."

The dark haired man nods, pulling out a green wallet with an emblem on the front from one of his deep pockets. I try to get a clear look simply out of curiosity, but his large, tanned hand covers it too much for me to see what it is.

"Here you are," he says, handing me his card. There's more silence, this time comfortable as I swipe it, our machine beeping twice in decline. At the third beep, Sunshine begins to shift his weight again, licking and biting his bottom lip nervously.

"There should be money on there," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's the machine. It doesn't like working," I clarify. "One sec."

Quickly, I pound my palm into the righthand top corner of the device, right under the chip reader before inserting the blue, cloud covered card once more and waiting for the transaction to clear. At the much more calm, non-nuclear level beep we both breathe a sigh of relief as I return the card to him with a smile.

"Alright," he says with that bright tone to his voice once more. "Now I can see what's up."

We both can.

"I hope you have a good day, Mr. Futturman," I say brightly, still a tad pink from leftover embarrassment.

Sunshine nods and smiles at me, toasting his drink before turning from me and beginning to walk away, taking a sip of his drink and humming in approval, turning quickly and giving me a thumbs up before tripping over his own foot and stumbling into the door like a bit of an idiot, making me giggle slightly before I make myself look away to give him the same grace he'd given me earlier. And with that last exchange he's gone, and I'm free to return to my art.

The tall man looked sadly at- ah shit, I jumped ahead.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn answer, Future Man!" Tiger spat in anger and frustration, forcing the emotions she could barely even allow herself to feel overwhelm her in her attempts to communicate.

Emotional angst for my bright morning. God bless, Nick.

As I push open the door to my apartment, my phone is buzzing with still silent notifications of what I can guarantee are Tumblr sourced. More specifically, Tumblr messaging sourced. As I push the door shut with my foot, one glance at my old, outdated phone confirms my thoughts.

felinehusband: Okay, give it to me straight.

I smile at the notification, allowing my oversized bag filled with too many items to clatter to the ground loudly, unlocking my phone and responding quickly.

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I walk as I type, entering the kitchen and opening the door to the small freezer to see which cheap meal I'll try not to nuke tonight.

felinehusband: Dude? ,:)

I smile at the message, picking out chicken teriyaki as I hit send.

icanfixhimdotorg: Worth. The. Wait.

I cross to the beaten microwave, the appliance cheap and secondhand from Facebook marketplace. It's honestly a miracle the thing hasn't blown up in my face or given me detectable cancer, but despite the large dent on the side, still usable. Google said if the door still seals and there's no opening, it was safe. And it got that dent from me dropping it on the way inside the apartment on move in day after I already paid $50 for it after getting it from some overworked mom who hardly wanted to even charge that low. I sure as hell wasn't gonna get a refund, or anything functional for cheaper.

I leave my phone on the counter as I open the frozen meal, vent the film and slap it inside. Now to wait for seven minutes.

felinehusband: Oh thank GOD. I've been anxious all day.

I chuckle softly, smiling as I lean against the permanently grimy counter.

icanfixhimdotorg: I don't know why!! You always post such good work :)

felinehusband: Well, I post work that always has good reception.

icanfixhimdotorg: The difference?

felinehusband: ... I'll get back to you on that one lol

I tap my foot against the floor, listening to the muffled echo mix with the loud hum of the microwave as I stare ahead at the mint green, poorly painted wall in front of me.

icanfixhimdotorg: No cervix penetration?

There's plenty of ways to meet friends. I didn't not bank on responding to a request for beta readers for fanfiction for some moderate, slowly dying game fandom to be one of them.

felinehusband: ONE TIME!

The quick response makes me laugh, clicking off my phone as I turn my attention now to my waiting meal that I'm going to devour much too quickly while working lines for my production.

Nick and I started chatting about six months ago. I had already been following him for some of his shit posts, midnight blogging, and when he started posting fanfiction I was one of his first readers.

'Biotic Wars' doesn't have a particularly big following on Tumblr as it used to. When the game first came out, people were going insane over how to beat the final level. The community thrived from memes, overly elaborate theories, fanfiction, you name it. It helped that there was a huge boost in the gaming community in general around the time it came out, what with 'Five Nights at Freddy's' cranking out sequels faster than anyone could keep up with, 'Undertale' breaking out onto the scene a little bit later. The gaming side of Tumblr was alive and thriving, and the amount of overlapping there was between fandoms only made it bigger. That was how I found the fandom personally. That and binging several different speed-running videos.

At the point Nick came onto the scene, most had generally lost their interest in the unbeatable 'Biotic Wars.' The fans that remained did so out of genuine interest or hyperfixation instead of temporary trends, and while good work was still being posted, everyone had at that point either begun to shift their own writing focuses, lost time to post frequently, or shifted to other platforms such as Archive of Our Own and had stopped crossposting to their Tumblr. So a decent, well paced, new angst fic following a lone Wolf and Tiger reminiscing on their old journies together as they attempted to survive a bitter winter night without any supplies other than an old tarp being used as their only attempt of shelter as they attempt to ride out a storm after a mission gone wrong popped onto the scene, people were immediately captivated. And even though it was a one-shot, the work received enough attention that a spin-off fic was posted within the following 48 hours. And once those two had blown up, Nick was quickly recognized in the community for his content, shitposts and fics alike. And he was very lucky to have overwhelming positive feedback. Until his first smut, that is.

icanfixhimdotorg: Nico, baby. It's an important first step for every smut writer.

Oh, it was brutal. First, he decided to go off the deep end by just jumping straight into some tenticle situation for poor Tiger. Now, granted, he did post a poll before hand asking if we readers would enjoy the consumption of some outrageous shit, to which 78.8% of voters said yes, myself included. But when reading a 'baby's first smut' fic, one doesn't really expect... that. But I'll admit, it was surprisingly good quality. Until the cervix penetration.

"Coiling in her womb." Yeah, Tumblr had a fun day with that one.

It took less than a day for him to post that he was searching for smut consultants and beta readers, to which I responded both out of genuine interest and a bit of pity since I was sure his ask box was filling with several new comments. No one was surprised when he ended up turning off anon for a few days. And since I had responded to quite a few of his works/posts already, I was one of the lucky few selected for such a job since he recognized me. And once the doorway was opened for casual chatter, both of us just kind of never stopped. Either by constantly responding to each others posts, automatic reblogs at each notification of a new post, or messaging each other about our days kept us both sane as we tried to just survive each new day as adults.

I look up from my notebook where my tragic script is scratched across the $0.75 college notebook as I lazily attempt to memorize my lines while mostly keeping my eyes trained on the old TV in front of me to check the buzz from my phone, swiping it open to read the new message.

felinehusband: So how's season four going?

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I watch the screen until I feel the phone buzz once more in my hand.

felinehusband: No spoilers!! I'm still trying to push through season three for you ;)

Nick was sweet. Good for a joke, claims he's a little awkward, but a good friend. Sweet enough that about two months ago he'd let it slip he'd begun watching my favorite show simply because "If I have to see you go insane over animated anthropomorphic animals interacting with humans again without context, I'm gonna lose it."

icanfixhimdotorg: Binge it!! You're gonna lose your mind!!

felinehusband: You're gonna delay part 10 lmao

As I take the last bite of my meal, I realize the time, sighing as I begin to do the mental math of how long I have until practice tonight. Knowing how little time I have to prepare, I pause the episode and type one last quick text.

icanfixhimdotorg: If it does, it's worth it honestly. You won't believe this shit, Nick.

As I stand from the sagging, horrendously textured couch I catch his parting message while I stretch, popping about five different spots in my back.

felinehusband: Okayokay, if it means I can read your over the top rants again, it's worth it :)

icanfixhimdotorg: Excellent. Got to go, showering for practice tonight.

I trail quickly through the small apartment, grabbing whatever clothes are passable in public while remaining comfortable enough to sleep in when I immediately collapse into my bed around 11 tonight, an old, tattered, turquoise towel I'd stolen from my parents when I moved out, and grabbing my soap from the kitchen sink before making my way to the bathroom. Listen, Seventh Generation is cheap and works just as good on the human body as it does on dishes, alright? I'm trying to get a mortgage one day.

As I wait for the water to shift from its arctic temperature to something more bearable, I check my phone one more time to quickly reblog a gifset and read Nick's departing message.

felinehusband: Knock 'em dead, Mercutio :)

felinehusband: Also, I need some input later tonight for this like. Slowburn thing. May be an AU. Not sure, we'll see. I'm thinking coffee shop

Ah, yes.

icanfixhimdotorg: A classic.

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I'm making no current promises on how frequently I update this series. Hopefully it'll be something I can work on while working and such, but we'll see what happens. My current hope is to post at minimum one request and hopefully one part for this series per week. However I will warn one of my current projects is about to wrap up, meaning I'm going to have to focus on that next week as much as possible, meaning I probably won't get anything done writing wise next week unless I aim for a drabble or headcanons. And even then I'm not sure I'll have time for actually editing and such, so don't be surprised if the only content you get next week is some rambles like I've been doing for Peeta lately or nothing at all. Alright, love y'all!! Stay safe, stay healthy <33 see you next time.

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

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fenixburnedmoved · 1 year

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NAME: Flora PRONOUNS: she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: definitely discord MOST ACTIVE MUSE: tbh my activity is a mess atm, but I'd say my g.rishaverse muses somehow tackled everyone else out of the way & took the spotlight for now fjsdhfldh EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: since 2015, I'm old & tired xD PLATFORMS YOU USE: mostly tumblr, but I'm also trying some discord rping & enjoying it BEST EXPERIENCE: I can only predicably replicate Fawn's anwer here bc I will forever be grateful that this hellsite brought us together. & now I'll move in with them soon & I couldn't be more excited to start this new chapter 🥰 apart from that I also met other amazing people here, who I now consider my friends even outside of rping & I think that's beautiful. RP PET PEEVES: oh there are few I could think of (mostly things that I saw on my dash & that didn't happen to me personally), but my biggest one is probably when people think they can judge a mun by the character they write. sending nasty anons bc you hate the muse is just not ok. FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: I rarely write smut tbh (I think I just need to feel a certain level of comfort with the other mun to do that), but I love both fluff & angst. with me it's usually angst with some fluff sprinkled in for good measure xD PLOTS OR MEMES: I really like both! mostly I'm just bad at writing starters & I love getting things going with memes. if we plotted a dynamic beforehand - even better! my favourite is this stage where we can just randomly yell at each other & send songs, gifsets etc that remind us of our dynamic LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I often do prefer short replies, just because it takes less brain power for me to write them, but I also really enjoy more in depth replies, where I can just work with a lot of inner monologue (just as long as you don't expect me to reply quickly lmaoo) BEST TIME TO WRITE: whenever I feel like it & my brain cooperates 🤷‍♀️ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: I wouldn't say so? like surely most of them have some element I can relate to (especially my ocs) & the whole theme of finding yourself & struggling with that is quite personal to me, but I think it ends there. most of them are also more badass than I could ever be fkjsdsljfdkl

tagged by: @rasvyet <33

tagging: tbh I think most of you did this already so steal it pls??

#❈ ┆ general . ooc

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s-talking · 2 years

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——— BASICS !

(PEN)NAME: blair, but most call me envy-mun

PRONOUNS: he/him preferably, they/them is fine too.

ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE: happily taken ♥

——— THREE FACTS !

i’m a proud dad of two cutest lil ferrets in the whole wide world. their names are ‘ cotton ‘ & ‘ tea. ‘ ~

my kinda jam: [ x ]

izaya orihara is my spirit animal. don’t @ me.

——— EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS USED: just tumblr.

i’ve been role-playing since i was like 15 i think? that’s a long time lmao

——— MUSE PREFERENCE !

GENDER: indifferent. same goes for envy’s personal preference ♥

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): not really into ‘ one-piece ‘ styled mangas. i also won’t interact with disney-like fcs ( such as donald or goofy ) since i won’t be able to take them seriously in threads like... at all. lmao i generally prefer less cartoony types, mainly when it comes to envy’s blog.

MULTI OR SINGLE: mmm... again, indifferent. i follow all kinds of blogs & have fun with all of them equally.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF: since most of envy’s threads tend to naturally revolve around angst or horror, it’s like a breath of fresh air to see him suddenly yanked out of his norm. the muses who manage to pacify this murderous lil sh*t for even a second have my ultimate respect, especially if they rattle his typically morbid point-of-view. i wish to see more threads like that. i wish to see just how ‘ human ’ a character called envy can be ( so long the other doesn’t push it ‘ too far ‘ in such attempt ).

ANGST: as a big horror fan, this is totally my jam. i just love, love, love things to do with the paranormal or cosmic horror ( like the obscure, silent hill, forbidden siren.. etc etc... ) as well as more down-to-earth situations that may bond two characters on much deeper level. so let us write about forbidden romance, from enemies to lovers, partners in crime, good vs evil, unrequited love, the corruption of good or redemption of evil, about standing together at the edge of the world ─── i just live for darker genres. hell, i could even sincerely careless if envy dies or turns into a monster in the end. all is fair game.

SMUT: mmm... while i’m not into writing outright smut ( unless we are like super close & have a solid ship ), a potential romance leading to intimacy... ? oh hell yes. envy as a character is frighteningly possessive, dominating, & dead loyal to whoever he falls for, so for him a strong romantic connection is literally a must, otherwise, what is there to stop him from literally choking your muse to death whenever emotions do happen to kick in? that’s right, nothing. envy needs romance for a deeper type of intimacy, & while it may be difficult to get through that dead little heart, it can be also surprisingly rewarding. let’s just i like to write him very spicy & passionate when it comes to bedroom fun. ( takes a obsessive yandere to know just what makes a character ‘ tick ‘ ♥ )

PLOT / MEMES: that would be either. i usually tend to wing things due to envy’s unpredictability but any scenarios from his canon ( such as the ‘ new eden ‘ sanatorium, the mississippi forests, his old home, etc ) are what i wish to focus more on, location-wise.

TAGGED BY: @unladielike ( thank you so much ♥ )

TAGGING: to everyone that sees this, consider yourself now tagged!

#{{ ;; ‘𝓸𝓸𝓬’ }}#i haven't done one of these since forever #thank you for tagging me again! hehe

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sylvctica · 2 years

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[ GET TO KNOW YOUR WRITING PARTNER! ]

knowing your writing partners can potentially make writing together a lot easier. repost, don’t reblog.

NAME: Aid! at least that’s what ppl online know me as, tho i did go by Resu at one point when i was active in the early days of the bleach RPC, but i eventually dropped it for Aid once i picked it up as a nickname.

PRONOUNS: she/her, nothing too fancy here!! tho i don’t mind masc stuff like ‘dude’ and ‘bro’ being used around me.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: uhhhh usually discord, but god i am terrible at replying i am so sorry to anyone who chats with me. 😭 tumblr IMs work as well tho i’m just slow, or just post replies/tag chats cause they’re pretty easy on my brain.

NAME OF MUSE(S): just one whole Sylvie!!! or Sylvatica. or Foras. or a bunch of nicknames they’ve got LMASOAMO.

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG: I think I’ve been writing on tumblr for the last ... lemme look at my first blog ... may 2013? i did a bit of writing on devART before moving here from 2011-2012, so roughly 10-11 years of RPing experience.

BEST EXPERIENCE: i’ve had so many good experiences!!!! and i’ve met a lot of dope friends thru tumblr (shoutout to @afacere for chugging along with me for so many years). it’s hard to pinpoint any specific experiences cause i value rlly everything and everyone that has helped me develop my muses (esp with sylvie) cause you guys helped to shape them into the muse they are today.

RP PET PEEVES: it’s funny cause i know i have them, but i’m blanking out so hard on what they are. thankfully it’s not as much of an issue any more (esp with the new dashboard view u can use on any blog so it mitigates it), but i remember the days super tiny container themes were the jam and everything was ant-sized and im like ... please. 11px or 12px sized font won't kill you or ruin your aesthetic, nor will 500/540px sized posts (or even 400+). i distinctly remember coming across a blog way back in the day where the container size was unironically like... 300x200 or something and i’m like ... why tho.

MUSE PREFERENCES FOR ANGST / FLUFF / SMUT: uhh, fluff? i do love me angst, but since my muses flow on their own, maintaining angst is hard and sylvie is very much not a muse that’s prone to any form of sadness or depression, so those threads are very few and far between. i enjoy more fluffy/silly stuff overall cause it makes me feel good!!!

PLOTS OR MEMES: memes mostly because they work with my low energy, but i enjoy the small plot (or big?) when they come around and inspiration strikes or a mun and i find something we’d both be curious in exploring--but memes take priority usually.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: both!!! im just slow with long replies because it requires focus from my brain and with me working so late, im usually low on that. slow replies function best with my energy and focus, but i lov me a good juicy long thread.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: *it’s a mystery plays in the BG* my energy is random as hell. i usually try to write on weekends cause it’s when i have the most free time, but i end up usually sleeping most of the day to recover from the work week. otherwise, i dont rlly have much free time to write until after midnight on weekdays, and by that point my brain is usually buzzed out.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: to a degree? a lot of myself bleeds out into my more active muses. i can be a lil stupid like sylvie with stuff flying over my head, i cope with humour like they do, i love food too and nature ... it’s mostly surface level stuff though, cause their insecurities and what not do not touch much upon mine outside a few instances. mostly because they’re not human, so a lot of their things do not overlap with mortal issues LMASOASMASO SO TO SAY ANYWAY.

#[ i should maybe make an abt me/munday tag... ]#[ also shh its queued cause i did this earlier ]#OOC // AID TALKS.#OOC // ABOUT AID.#OOC // WAITING FOR QUEUE.

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biaswreckme · 3 years

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looking for something right | jjk/knj

Summary: When Jungkook needs to find a new apartment with a roommate to share expenses, he thinks that the universe must be either laughing at him or conspiring in his favor. Because when he finally finds an ad that fits his budget, his roommate is the tall and handsome man from the coffee shop.

Pairing: Namjoon/Jungkook

Member: Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi

Length: 3568 words

Genre: smut, fluff

Type of AU: roommates au, university au, coffee shop au (kinda) (yes i used all my favorite tropes and aus in one fic)

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: heavy pining, slightly dom!Namjoon, slightly sub!JK, dry humping, handjob, dirty talking

Project: @thebtswritersclub April project with the theme Bloom 🌸

A/N: A huge thanks to my lobely beta-readers @taegularities AND @voiceswithoutlips for help in revising and editing ♥ and also @voiceswithoutlips for the conversation that inspired the smutty scene :3

cross-posted on AO3 too!

Jungkook had seen him around campus before, more specifically in his favorite small coffee shop just outside the university that was much cheaper and actually catered to students’ financial range when it came to prices. He always had a book with him - usually a tome so big Jungkook thought he could do some real damage to someone with it -, reading and taking notes in the margins, which Jungkook thought was an atrocity, but the other boy didn’t seem bothered or apologetic.

He must be an early riser, because he was always there before he arrived, a steaming cup of hot coffee on the table and a bottle of water next to a small open pencil case and sticky notes. He looked too well-put together to be an undergrad, so he assumed he was a grad student. Philosophy maybe? Or something that demanded a constant consumption of large books. And maybe - just maybe - Jungkook shouldn’t have been spending so much on coffee when he could be brewing it at his apartment, but his apartment didn’t have the tall boy - man? - to discreetly look at while having his morning drink.

What his apartment did have was Jimin, his close friend and dance major that moved from Busan at the same time as him. They’d been sharing a place for some time now, but things were about to change. Jungkook knew this had been coming, but the day Jimin came home announcing that he’d been accepted for a scholarship abroad and that he would need to move soon came as a shock. He was extremely happy for him, but they would need to rush the process of moving out and Jungkook finding a new place or roommate.

They opted to let the apartment go, and so Jungkook began his search for a new place to share. He’d looked at listings, visited some places that were out of his budget, and then he found it. It was a small poster at the coffee shop’s cork board from a guy named Namjoon; the place was a block away and it fit perfectly into his budget and what he wanted for the location. It seemed too perfect; there had to be a catch, right? He texted the number - who calls anyone these days anyways? - and arranged to meet him at the coffee shop the next day before classes.

The catch. Oh, there was a catch.

He entered the place as usual, and the only person there was the tall man with a book on the table, steaming drink in his hand. He looked up at Jungkook who froze for a second, nodding his head and going to the counter quickly, barely mumbling his order to the barista trying to not freak out at the eye contact. So he avoided it for the next few minutes, until he heard his name being called out. What? How did he know his name?

“Jungkook?” the man repeated.

“Yes?” he took a deep breath and turned around at the sound of the deep voice.

“I’m Namjoon,” he introduced himself, standing up and motioning for Jungkook to join him at the table. No, no, no. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him. The universe had to be joking. “Nice to meet you.” He reached out to shake Jungkook’s hand.

He was touching him. And he smelled so good. And his voice was so deep. Jungkook felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush, sighing at the very sight of Namjoon, whose name he now knew. He nodded in response and looked at the counter, trying to take a break from that smile, pretending he was checking if his order was ready. It was not.

“So, you’re interested in the apartment, right?”

“Ah, yeah… my friend and roommate right now, Jimin, you might have seen him around campus? He’s an amazing contemporary dancer, so he got this incredible and super rare scholarship to go study at this academy... I forgot the name,” he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and stop his rambling - to no avail, “anyway he’s moving too soon and I need to find a new place but everything’s so expensive. Yours fits the budget and is so close to uni and I couldn’t help but check you out, I mean, check it out…” He closed his eyes in embarrassment at the slip up, hearing Namjoon’s soft chuckle.

“Alright. What are you studying? Undergrad or grad school?”

“Media. Photography, film making, this stuff. I’m into it. I mean. Excuse me,” he was saved by the barista calling him, and as soon as he got back to the table, he took a sip, burning his tongue - but at least it stopped him from babbling for a second. “Undergrad still,” he complemented.

“Cool. I’m in grad school for social studies, so I’m a TA, but I also work with music production,” Namjoon began, but upon Jungkook’s raised eyebrows and brown eyes rounding up, he continued. “I wanted to get a better grasp on understanding society, so I can write better lyrics and try to integrate that into the music writing itself, you know?”

Jungkook nodded, fascinated. So he was cute and smart. And captivating. The interview didn’t really seem like one; it was so easy to fall into conversation with Namjoon that he did not notice time passing, and soon enough they were cut short, remembering they still had classes to attend.

“Alright, Jungkook. You don’t seem like a serial killer, so how about you visit the apartment to see if you like it?”

Jungkook choked on the last sip of his drink, and he really wanted to answer that he did not need to see the apartment to know he liked him, but he managed to catch himself before letting it out. He knew what Namjoon was seeing right now: his eyes wide open in shock, maybe even a light blush on his cheeks? His ears certainly felt hot. Dear lord, he needed to get a grip on himself.

“I’m not a serial killer, I promise. I’m a law abiding citizen. When are you free? I have classes the whole day today, but I’m free around lunchtime.” Jungkook wanted to dig a hole and hide right in there. Did he sound too eager?

“The sooner the better, but wait,” Namjoon stopped midway while getting up, looking very serious all of a sudden, “I forgot a very important question that might change my mind.”

Jungkook inhaled deeply, dreading the question that was about to come. Did he seem too forward and let the other man know he was into him? Would that be a deal breaker?

“Can you cook?”

“Ah… yes?” Jungkook was caught by surprise, confusion stamped on his face again. “Yes, I can. The basics at least.”

“Oh great! I can’t cook to save my life and I can’t really afford to live on take out anymore, so… we can work something out with that for sure!” He laughed, those dimples adorning his cheeks appearing again.

Soon Jungkook would learn that not only could Namjoon not cook, but he was actually a disaster and walking hazard in the kitchen. The man didn’t even know to properly hold a cutting knife to chop some vegetables or kimchi for a simple plate of fried rice. They attempted cooking together one time and that was enough for Jungkook. That was his kitchen from now on, Namjoon would be responsible for other chores but he himself would do all the cooking in the kitchen. Namjoon was even forbidden from boiling water on an electric kettle; that was the level of disaster-waiting-to-happen that he was.

The apartment was cozy and filled with books and musical equipment, and soon enough Jungkook’s filming materials were sharing the same space. It warmed his heart to come home in the evenings after class and see how his camera bag would be sitting beside Namjoon’s headphones, or how his black chunky sneakers rested beside the other man’s boots at the entrance. Whenever he put on or took off his shoes - which was almost every single day of the week, mind you - he would get a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He would tilt his head quickly to try and shake the thoughts away, not letting himself hope too much. He had no idea or indication if Namjoon even liked men, and he had no idea why he was even wishing for something more.

He was not exactly sure if he could pinpoint the precise moment in time when his adoration had turned into real infatuation with Namjoon. Maybe it was the fact that the older one was a disaster in the kitchen and always thanked Jungkook, each and every single meal the younger one cooked. Maybe it was the look he sported whenever he was engrossed in a book, glasses almost falling off his nose before a finger would softly push it back up (and Jungkook had found out that he only used his glasses comfortably at home, preferring contacts whenever he was out).

Maybe it was the way he always listened to Jungkook’s ramblings, no matter the topic of interest, from deep art films he had to watch (and Namjoon would actually sit down and watch with him) to the new game he’d been playing. Maybe it was the way he would always wish him a good morning and a good night with that dimpled smile. Maybe it was the way he offered to produce a freaking song to be used as a soundtrack to one of Jungkook’s short films. Maybe it was the way they ended up watching the first snowfall of the season together, side by side, looking out of the living room window. Maybe it was the way Namjoon’s left arm enveloped Jungkook’s shoulders in a soft side hug while they watched the snowflakes drift down and when Jungkook didn’t move, those dimples appeared on his cheeks.

But that was the only physical proximity for a while. The next day Jungkook could barely look at Namjoon and spent the day over at Yoongi’s place. He arrived just in time when Jimin was video calling his boyfriend, and proceeded to freak out about watching the first snow of the season together and it had to mean something, right? He put his arm around him while they stood in front of the window, Jimin, what the hell did it mean?

All the while Yoongi watched him with a cocked head, as if he was thinking hard about something, and then an amused smile shaped his lips. Jungkook thought it must have been because he had never had such a strong reaction for a boy - a man - before, especially one who was his roommate. Was it a brotherly hug? Namjoon hadn’t said anything or done anything else, did it mean he was interested in him or did he see Jungkook as a little brother? He was full of questions and asking them to the wrong people for sure, but he did not want to risk the little he had with Namjoon.

It was winter. The small affectionate moments he had with Namjoon were keeping him going, fueling and warming his heart enough to get through the coldest season. They watched movies together on the couch, huddled up under a blanket with cups of tea warming their hands. Going to the coffee shop in the morning for a cup of coffee before classes. Namjoon waiting for him outside the media building with a cup of hot chocolate in the evenings when he had classes later, walking back to the apartment together. Watching Namjoon work, focused on creating the loop he had been struggling with for a while, nothing seemed to fulfill what he wanted. Namjoon watching him work, editing an experimental short film he filmed for a class group project.

The freezing weeks passed like that, with Jungkook cooking different types of jjigae for them, Namjoon being allowed back in the kitchen mostly to keep him company, telling Jungkook he was hungry and will it take much longer?

He visited Yoongi once a week, calling Jimin together so he could freely talk about his growing fondness for Namjoon and get some advice he was keeping for when he thought the timing was right. Yoongi told him he had to create the right timing and he would actually probably be surprised if he acted on his desires. But Yoongi couldn’t know. He still had no clue about the mystery that was Namjoon’s love life, only that he had never taken anyone to the apartment.

Whether he was even interested in that, Jungkook had no idea, but he also had no courage to ask. Jimin suggested he did what he knew best: work with images. So he had been filming small snippets of their lives, their walks to their coffee shop, comfortable scenes at the apartment when no one else was looking but Jungkook through the camera lenses. Sometimes Namjoon asked to film Jungkook too, or positioned the camera so both of them were caught in the recording.

Winter went and spring came. Just as the flowers were starting to blossom on the street outside their windows, Jungkook was getting ready to show Namjoon the film. As he edited throughout the weeks, he noticed more than once how fondly he would look at the older man, and he could almost swear the gaze was reciprocated when he was not looking, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He made Yoongi promise he could crash at his place for a while in case things got weird and Namjoon kicked him out, to which Yoongi had let out a full laugh, something the boy had never heard before, and merely gave him a Sure, almost as if he was mocking Jungkook.

And so the day came. He chose the perfect song, adjusting his editing to fit the rhythm and lyrics, hoping it would express his love. Yes, he would call it love. He fell in love with the good person that the man was, with all the small quirks and imperfections.

He told Namjoon he had something to show, that he had finally finished his project and wanted to him to see. He waited for Namjoon to come back from his day out nervously, heart racing as he made them some tea while the man showered and got into more comfortable clothes. The video was ready to be played and Jungkook almost gave up, but decided this was the time.

He could not hide his feelings anymore.

And so he pressed play and closed his eyes. He had heard that song over and over again while editing, perfecting each millisecond of the final product. His heart was beating almost as loudly as the song, the sound filling his ears, his fingers clenching the fabric of his oversized black t-shirt, a shaky breath leaving his nose when he heard the final notes.

“Jungkook?”

He took a deep breath before opening his eyes, suddenly finding Namjoon’s face much closer than he was expecting, the man’s eyes staring into his own.

“I love you, too.”

The words had barely registered in his brain - although they had been imprinted on his heart - when Namjoon’s pillowy lips pressed softly against his, one of the man’s hands caressing his cheek, wiping at a tear he did not notice had fallen. He sighed into the kiss, relief perpassing his entire body. He loved him. When it finally clicked for him, his brain finally sent the necessary signals that made his arms go around Namjoon’s neck, his fingers entangling in the man’s hair and pulling him even closer. They moaned almost in synchrony when their tongues touched for the first time, Jungkook’s body almost undulating in a way that made Namjoon tug his hips towards himself, making the younger man sit on his lap.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” the older broke the kiss, staring into Jungkook’s eyes, “been waiting for you,” he murmured against the younger’s lips. As their mouths clashed in an open-mouthed kiss, Namjoon pulled Jungkook’s longer hair, making him bend back so he could have access to the expanse of his neck.

Jungkook moaned when Namjoon’s lips pressed onto his skin, licking and biting and sucking and definitely leaving some marks, and all he could do was clutch the older’s biceps, shifting his hips to try and alleviate some of the pressure that was making his pants tighter. The hand that was not entangled in Jungkook’s dark strands made its way down his body, grabbing a firm buttcheek first, then going to the younger’s hip.

“Wanna ride me?” Namjoon asked low on Jungkook’s ear, biting his lobe after.

“Yes, hyung” the word came out as a whine from Jungkook’s lips, his hips starting to move aided by Namjoon’s firm grip. “Your thighs…” he started, but couldn’t continue when he adjusted his hips just right and his hard erection pressed against one of Namjoon’s thighs.

“Yeah? I’ve seen you looking at them, Kook. So go on, ride my thigh, come on,” he said as he flexed his muscles, his other hand joining the one at Jungkook’s hip, one on each side now to help him move, to watch him fall apart.

Jungkook just closed his eyes and surrendered, his hips moving on their own accord, pressing his cock closer and closer to Namjoon’s, soft whines and pleas tumbling out of his mouth as he lost himself in the movements. It was too much and not enough, his erection pressing just right so his skin glided back and forth on the fabric of his underwear stimulated by the older’s thigh, the couch too small for this - yet he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else at the moment. He needed it, and the sense of urgency overtook his body, his movements more frantic as he gripped the older’s hair and kissed him sloppily, letting out his breathy whimper against Namjoon’s lips. He wanted it.

“I’m… I’m close, hyung,” he had to pause to whimper again, a shiver going through his body from how close he was. “I want to touch you, hyung.”

“Touch me, Kook, make me cum with you, hold on just a bit,” Namjoon all but moaned into his lips when one of the younger’s hands reached into his pants.

Namjoon’s cock was heavy and hard and big, yet the skin was so soft in his hand, and Jungkook immediately closed his fist around it, his palm wet from the precum that had already gathered on the bulbous head, aiding his movement. And if Jungkook thought Namjoon’s speaking voice was deep, his mind and ears were certainly not prepared for the low guttural moan leaving those swollen lips, his own hips stuttering, pleasure coursing through his entire body, from the tip of his toes to the ends of his hair, his cock pulsating with release inside his pants as he pressed it against the strong thigh beneath him. He took a second to breathe and enjoy the tingling in his body, but soon noticed his hand had stopped. His gaze met Namjoon’s, his hand moving up and down inside the man’s pants.

“Cum for me, hyung, please,” he begged, wanting to pay attention to that moment of euphoria when it crossed his hyung’s face. And so it did; he watched as Namjoon threw his head back on headrest of the couch, hips raising and fucking into the tight grip around his cock, that heavy moan escaping his lips again as Jungkook felt the thickness of the release coating his hand. But he kept moving, prolonging Namjoon’s pleasure until it became too much and his hand was stopped, a smile stamped on the older man’s face.

There were no words needed for a while, until it seemed to finally click for Jungkook.

“Wait, you said you love me too.”

“I’ve been trying to express it for a while... And your eyes do this cute thing where they widen whenever you think you are caught and should change your gaze, so I noticed you were interested too. Plus Yoongi told me.”

“Wait, what?” He turned his head fast to look at Namjoon again, “You know Yoongi-hyung?”

And so he explained how they’ve known each other for years and how they’ve collaborated in music production before, under the names of RM and Agust D. He’d heard of RM, even heard Yoongi mentioning it more than once, and thinking back, he kept talking about RM more and more after he moved in with Namjoon. Oh. And then he remembered Yoongi’s smirks and head shakes, his certainty that Jungkook would not be turned down.

“You still haven’t said it.”

“I love you, Namjoon-hyung.”

And as Jungkook woke up the next morning, warm and cozy under Namjoon’s blankets, legs entangled and bodies pressed together, he breathed easier, lighter, happier. And he made a mental note to thank Jimin for applying for that scholarship and being so good that he’d gotten it. Maybe he would have met RM at some point, but he didn’t want to think of other possibilities. Living together and falling in love, getting to know each other was perfect for now.

They met in autumn, got closer through the cold days in winter, and their love bloomed in spring.

He could barely wait to see what summer had in storage for them.

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something perfect

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, explicit sex, legitimate breeding

pairing: Shouto x American cisfem!Reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: smut, fluff

summary: After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Ask him.

You kissed him, the lipstick you’d worn to work that day no longer anything but a memory as you devoured him, letting him stumble you both in the direction of your bedroom.

Tell him.

You kissed him, allowing yourself to fall back on the bed that you both shared, him following you so quickly that it was like you hadn’t laid back at all—bent at the knee, body giving a bounce and a half on the mattress before he was pressing you into it. Rather, it was like you’d simply changed planes. Pressed chest to chest vertically one moment, horizontally the next.

Check with him.

You kissed him, feeling the thinnest layer of sweat beginning on the right side of his body, just at his hairline. His neck was so long and narrow, swan-like—probably the thing that kept him looking lean and graceful, even as he broadened out in his thirties. And his beautiful face. This beautiful face that you couldn’t stop kissing. You couldn’t stop, but you needed to. Needed to just in case. Just in case he didn’t…Just in case it wasn’t…

“We don’t have to do this.”

Your voice was breathy, escaping bruised lips that were evidence enough that you were already doing this. Shouto pulled away; he must have heard the insistence that had managed to push through your lust. You hadn’t meant for it to sound so severe, but better to be over-dramatic then silent. His chest was heaving but his face blank save for the blown pupils and slack, shining lips.

“Darling, I can’t think about this and do it at the same time. You’re only going to get one or the other.”

You leaned up to take his mouth again, but he pulled just out of reach. You settled for rubbing the hard muscles of his bicep. “I just want to make sure you’re sure.”

You and Shouto had gotten to the point where you’d had to begin scheduling sex years ago, about the time you’d begun your psychology practice in between your work as a sidekick while Shouto had been moving up the pro hero ranks. So on nights like tonight, when sex was basically a given, you usually got right down to business. But, of course, tonight wasn’t like any other night together.

Tonight you were going to try to get pregnant.

Or, at least, you hoped that you were. This had been your plan forever, your dream since you’d been a little girl. For Shouto, it had been one long, anxiety-filled conversation since you both were eighteen.

“I’m still frightened, and that makes it hard to tell,” he started, his face unchanging as you searched his eyes. Even with Shouto’s body blanketing yours, you were cold, starting at your toes and creeping up your body. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks—well, years, really. He had every right to back out now, while he had the chance, but if he did, you’d have to leave. Go for a walk, get some air, get some space. And then have this same old conversation over again. Then, he gave you the smallest smile and your heart lurched. “But I haven’t changed my mind.”

His smile broke as he bent back down to kiss you, not lustfully, but with a gentle rocking of his chin, nudging just slightly as you opened your mouth for him again. Your pulse fluttered and you wrapped your arms around him, smiling into the kiss as his long bangs tickled the bridge of your nose. You’d gotten your IUD taken out a few weeks ago, and, since then, your cycle had seemed normal. You should be ovulating, if the test was to be trusted. Despite the intentionality behind getting your IUD removed, Shouto had still insisted on condoms, as he had for the last ten plus years of your relationship. So this would be your first formal try at getting pregnant. And even though you knew that it wasn’t likely to happen from this attempt alone, it was still momentous.

Long before you’d made it to the bed, Shouto had been removed from his shirt, as had you, leaving you in a pretty lace bra underneath. You hadn’t gone for a full lingerie set, preferring the idea of easier access tonight. Shouto put his hands on both breasts, kneading them as his mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking just at your pulse point. It would leave a mark for sure, but you’d gotten quite handy with a makeup sponge over the years.

His lips migrated down to your chest, mouthing your covered nipple for a moment before pushing the left cup of your bra down and swirling his tongue. Meanwhile, your hand was moving south too. Your fingers ran down his side, cresting over the taut ridges of his obliques. Being a pro hero had given him some scars over the years, but his skin was still mostly smooth and soft, just having the slightest bit of give as it stretched over toned muscle. You flattened your hand and ran it down his abs, feeling the beginning of his thin happy trail until it disappeared beneath his low-slung sweats.

You palmed his erection, half-formed already, which had to be a good sign. If he didn’t want to do this, he’d never be able to get it up, right?

Shouto dug his teeth lightly into your nipple and his muscles rippled with tension as you applied pressure to his dick, feeling it growing harder in your hand already. Abruptly, Shouto glanced up at you, half a smile on his face.

“What?” you asked.

“If all goes well tonight, then, in a few months, this will be strange.”

You lifted your head up a little to look into Shouto’s teasing eyes better. “What will?”

He bent back down, pushing the right cup of your bra down so that both breasts were spilling over top, then latched his mouth around the nipple, giving a light suck. “This.��

You rolled your eyes, grasping a handful of Shouto’s dual-colored hair in your fist as you forced him back up to eye level. “One thing at a time, mister.”

The smirk returned. “Yes, dear.”

You took the opportunity to put a hand on either of his shoulders and force your husband onto his back, effectively landing yourself in his lap. Taking advantage of the position, you ground down on his erection, rocking your hips in a deliciously slow circle over and over as Shouto groaned. Then you rose up, just enough to take your own pants off. You could see your nipples poking over your bra, both bitten dark and shiny. With a flick of your thumb and forefinger behind you, you undid the undergarment’s clasp and let it slide slowly down your arms.

Shouto’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at you, his eyes starting at your face and roaming the whole of your body. You’d been married for years and yet he still looked at you like he had back in high school.

Then he was on his knees, ripping your bra down your arms and throwing it across the bedroom. Your hands were on his pants just as fast, thanking God for elastic as you shoved them down, boxers and all and wrapped your fist around him, taking only moments to get him up to full mast. Shouto’s mouth met yours with a groan and he squeezed the flesh of your ass tightly in his hands. He ran a hand over the front of your underwear and you felt him smile against your mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he said, and you could feel what he meant. Your panties squished against your core as he began lightly thumbing just over your clit, making you push up against him. It had been a while since you’d gotten so wet so quickly without having to reach for the lube. You felt like you were twenty years old again, a constant slip and slide ready to take your boyfriend’s cock on a moment’s notice.

God, you needed him inside of you.

“Shouto,” you whined, letting him know what you wanted.

“Okay, I’m going to—” Shouto began to pull away from you, then stopped short, eyes wide as he caught himself.

He’d been reaching for your bedside table, where you kept your condoms, amongst other things. In all your years together, you and Shouto had never had sex without a condom. Even though you’d had other forms of birth control for nearly the whole time, he’d always insisted. It had been his paranoia, his constant fear that you’d fall pregnant and he wouldn’t be ready.

You saw his breathing go shallow, his abs tightening as his chest moved up and down quickly. Quicker than it should.

“Shouto?” you said, reaching out for him.

“No, I just—” He was back on you quickly, your eyes still wide open as he kissed you with enough force pressing your whole bodies together in a way he never did when he was fully naked. “I didn’t—”

His hands were all over you as they guided you back to your original position, you on the bed, head cradled by your goose down pillows, him over top of you, worshiping you. They trailed back down to your panties his fingers only just curling under the hem before you lifted your hips, eager to have them off. Shouto didn’t seem to want to leave you, his neck craning before he finally took his mouth off yours in favor of pulling your underwear all the way down your legs. And then you were bare, the both of you, for the first time ever. No barriers, clothing or otherwise.

Shouto let out a shaky breath as he returned to you hands cupping your cheeks as you felt the new contact of his cock pressed against your thigh, so close to where he’d never allowed it to be like this.

“You okay?” you asked, putting one hand over his.

“Mhmm,” he said, but you waited for more as his lips pursed and softened. “I just keep forgetting that this isn’t normal sex.”

“It’s not too late to—”

“No,” Shouto interrupted, shaking his head even as your foreheads were pressed against each others. It sent yours rocking back and forth too, moving in tandem with each other. “It’s just a monumental thing to remember again every few moments.”

“Of course,” you said, rubbing your thumb over the fleshy part of his hand.

He pulled away from you suddenly, but your confusion only lasted as long as it took for him to move down the bed and rest both hands on your legs, spreading them apart. Then his tongue was on your clit and you moaned at the sensation. A moment later, two fingers began to press into your wetness, thrusting in and out a couple times before curling and pressing hard into your g-spot.

“You really are wet,” Shouto said again, chuckling into your clit.

“Shut up and keep going. Shit.”

The last part came out in English as Shouto gave your clit a firm suck. You felt his smile broaden again at your expletive and you responded by pushing his bangs back with both hands and giving a light tug. He loved it when you swore in English during sex, but you weren’t about to let his self-satisfaction stop him from the task at hand. He took it well, laving his tongue over your pussy broadly as he began stroking his fingers across your soaked walls in earnest. You rewarded him by loosening your grip in his hair and scratching his scalp lightly, keeping the actions mindless as you focused on what he was doing to your cunt.

It wasn’t long before the tension in your belly began to coil. You groaned and muttered filthy things as Shouto worked you higher and higher until you began to tighten your grip on his hair again. “Shouto, I’m close. I don’t wanna finish like this.”

He pulled away just long enough to say, “I guess you’ll have to cum twice then.”

“Fuck.”

You groaned as your head flopped to one side, lips bitten to a dark hue as your mind quieted, focusing only on everything he was giving you. Your spine moved of its own accord, rippling as you alternatively tried to get him closer and further away, constantly feeling right on the edge of too much and not enough. He’d moved up to three fingers and was thrusting them unto you unabatedly as his lips closed in a wide circle around your clit, sealing it off as his tongue swiped over it again and again. You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before you were cumming.

“Shouto,” you whined your back arching off the bed as your cunt clenched down on his fingers. Shouto didn’t slow until your pulse stopped pounding, until the sound of anything besides your own moans returned to your ears.

As Shouto pressed himself back up, you could see his mouth was wet with your slick, which he did his best to lick away as he crawled back on top of you. You could taste the saltiness of your release when he leaned down to kiss you. You’d only just cum, but as his cock settled against your inner thigh, precum smearing against your bare skin, you could feel your refactory period ending, your cunt twitching at the thought of him being properly inside you.

“I’d return the favor, love, but,” you said between kisses, “it seems that would be inadvisable for the task at hand.”

“Just as well,” Shouto said as he bent an arm under one of your legs, bringing it around to curl over his hip so the two of you could be slotted center to center. He began thrusting against you, his hot cock catching some of your cum and sliding against your over-sensitive clit. “I need to be inside of you before this comes to an untimely end.”

“Really?” you asked cheekily. “Are we questioning our stamina?”

“Love, if you were feeling yourself fully for the first time, you’d be concerned about cumming like a virgin too.”

Well, you weren’t feeling yourself for the first time, but already your pussy was hungering for the feeling of him. The sensation of his cock, no rubber, no condom, just him dragging against you was making your toes curl.

“Baby, you’re going to have to hold onto that stubborn willpower that I know you have then, because I need you inside me. Now.”

“Now?” Shouto asked and his voice was so level you couldn’t tell if he was being facetious, teasing, or really asking. But you didn’t really give a fuck either way, because the answer was still the same.

You were ready to shout the answer at him, but Shouto seemed to get the message and the next thing you knew, his hand was between your legs and the head of his dick was pressed against your entrance. You leaned up to look at it and, suddenly, you felt like a virgin again too. Except this time, your body welcomed him in, your wetness allowing you almost to suck him in until he bottomed out inside you. Shouto took in a deep breath and said, “Wow.”

“Feels good?” you asked, definitely being facetious, but Shouto didn’t seem to notice.

“Incredible,” he breathed, kissing you. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Any trace of humor you’d felt faded away, replaced by something warmer. Your face slacked as it suddenly hit you again, the enormity of what you were doing. You brought a hand up to his cheek and choked out, “I love you too, Shouto.”

He’d already begun rocking gently, deep in your heat, but with your words and kisses exchanged, he began to thrust in full, hips pulling away from you and snapping back in wet smacks as your wet pussy coated his pelvis. This was so much better than the condom; you couldn’t believe you’d spent your first decade of lovemaking hindered by generally redundant latex.

“Mm,” you grunted as Shouto kissed down the side of your neck. Soft neck kisses always felt so tender and loving, especially today, tonight. You wanted to capture this feeling of Shouto inside you fully for the first time, the two of you making love in the most profound way, and his lips brushing against your neck. You couldn’t think of anything better.

You passed short nails over the skin of Shouto’s back, urging his hips closer to yours. It wouldn’t really matter until he released how deep he was in you, but you couldn’t get enough contact. You brought your other leg up around him, heels digging into his ass as you breathed shallowly against his temple.

Shouto seemed to interpret your neediness as a plea for more, and quickly, he upped the tempo of his thrusts, smacking his hips against yours at a steady pace. You were pressed so tightly you could feel his abs clenching against your stomach with every breath and you wanted to run your hands across them, lick the sweat off of them. As his pubic bone rubbed against your clit with every thrust, you could feel yourself clenching more tightly around him.

“Are you close?” you asked.

“Have been the whole time.”

“Good,” you said, and you reached down and began to rub your clit.

You only managed a few passes before Shouto took your hand and replaced it with his own, circling it with his thumb and, suddenly, you were a whole lot closer.

“Uhn, fuck,” you cried, as Shouto’s hips pounded even faster into you. “That’s it, love. I’m so close. I’m—”

The words died in your mouth as your body shuddered, clenching hard around Shouto’s cock. His lips hovered over yours, both of you breathing into each other.

“My love,” Shouto said, just as you were beginning to come down. “Y/N.”

“I love you, Shouto,” you said, and Shouto’s eyes clenched shut. You weren’t sure if he was fighting to hold back his orgasm or if he was holding back fighting it off.

“No regrets,” Shouto said, brushing his thumb under your eye. You felt moisture and realized a tear had escaped—you had no idea when.

You smiled to show what kind of tear it was and said, “Not with you. Never with you.”

And then there was a great exhale. You could feel Shouto’s lower abs loosening as he pushed himself all the way into you, the head of his cock pressing right against your cervix as you felt an unfamiliar heat. He kept thrusting, moving only a millimeter at a time as your legs kept him flush to you, your pussy sucking him in. And then it was over. Shouto’s hips came to a halt, but he stayed inside of you.

There was no condom to worry about coming loose, so he stayed, you hoped for as long as possible.

You knew it wasn’t likely, but there was every possibility you’d just created something perfect. Something half of both of you, and everything you’d ever wanted. You’d never be the same.

“I want to hold you,” Shouto said, his voice thick and slow as he carefully formed each syllable.

Your heart could have broken out of your chest, cracked through each of your ribs at those words. You nodded and held him close as Shouto wordlessly rolled you over, you now on top and his arms able to wrap all the way across your back. It was hard to take a deep breath as your chests were pressed together, but you didn’t care. Who needed air when your husband had just given you everything you’d ever wanted?

Neither of you spoke for the longest time. Shouto’s hands moved up and down your back and you caressed his hair, resting your head against his shoulder. Eventually, the two of you separated where you were joined most intimately, but everywhere else there was skin on skin, holding each other as tightly as possible.

You didn’t know how long it had been, but after a while you felt the most curious tickle in your nether regions. It only took a second to place what it was and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shouto, I have to get up,” you said. “Your cum is leaking out of me.”

You looked up at him in time to see his naturally down-turned lips pull a little tighter into a confused frown. “Isn’t that not supposed to happen?”

“Well, of course it’s going to happen to some of it,” you said. “Most of it, really.”

“But not yet. Naturally, it should stay inside if we want the best chances.”

Before you could fight him more on the matter, Shouto was shifting you off of his chest and back onto the bed, facing up. Then he pushed himself up, and you, as always, took the chance to admire your husband’s perfect form. His chest was pink where you’d been lying on it and, from the glimpse you’d gotten of his back, there were a few little cat scratches making his way down either side of his spine. The next thing you knew, he was standing on the bed and taking both of your legs in his hand, resting your feet against his thigh so that they faced the ceiling. You laughed.

“Trying to earn gravity’s favor, Shouto?”

“Just for a little while,” he said calmly. Then he took one of your feet in his hand and began messaging it, instantly turning your laughter into groans much reminiscent of the ones he’d just been pulling from you. “Is this okay?”

“More than,” you said.

You were trying to keep your hopes low, really you were. You were sure that you and Shouto would have sex more times over the course of this cycle, so it would be impossible to tell if tonight was the night you conceived even if, against all odds, you did turn up pregnant after the first test. But regardless of any of the ifs and maybes of this situation, there was one thing that you were sure of as you looked at Shouto’s serious face, kneading out the pains you didn’t even know you had in your foot. Whenever and however you had a baby, there was no one you’d rather have by your side as a partner.

#bnha smut #not/sfw #shouto todoroki smut #todoroki x reader smut #shouto x reader smut #mha smut #shoto todoroki smut

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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nsfw alphabet for van

WARNINGS: Hey loves, so this is like just smut, if this isn’t your thing go check out my other latest fic for peak fluff <3

A= Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Van of course is the cuddliest boy in the world, and will always insist on wrapping himself around you, being as close as possible.

B= Body part

Vans favourite thing about you is your freckles, which he traces with his lips, skimming over your skin making you tickle. He could map your whole body out of your freckle and little marks and stretches.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Van is a dirty dirty boy and can't help himself, it's usually everywhere or inside you. Of course most of the time he'd wear a condom but you're on the pill just in case!

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

When he's away on tour you both get sooo sexual frustrated you end up sending dirty pictures to each other. when you'd face time him he'd of course laugh at how desperate you looked and then things would get a bit steamy over the old internet.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Ugh, Van is annoyingly good. So much that you were so confused when you had sex with him the first time because he'd spent so long pursuading you how bad he was. When really he's just self conscious of wanting to make sure you have a nice time.

F= Favorite position

He loves eye contact and hand holding whenever he can. He's all about skin to skin and deep connection. But when you need some you need some so he doesn't care where. More often than not at a concert it's whatever feels right in the moment.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

We all know Van it depends what mood he's in. When he gets home his first mission is to finish you off, pure sweat and pleasure and no intent on anything else. BUT, he's a cheeky bugger and lives to tease you and tickle you where he knows can make you double over, resulting in a cheeky but if doggy. Don't get started on drunk sex, he's a laughing mess the idiot!

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Van barely has time to wash his hair he's not one into grooming himself too much. But his natural hair isn't too wild or bad, you love his little bit of chest hair and find it super cute when you can see it from his shirt.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Van can be soo in the moment sometimes he doesn't even realise what he's saying or doing. He's really into consent and making sure your enjoying it but at the time he's a sucker for dirty talk. He'll nibble on you ear and whisper obscene things you couldn't even dream up.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

On tours he has no other option, he always complains about how it doesn't even compare to you. You find it funny and kind of hot when you call him and you can tell he needs some. So of course you whisper things you know will get him hard, which isn't hard with your voice.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He loves to tease you in public. Especially in fancy places like restaurants, he'd subtly run his finger up your legs going as far as he can before you couldn't take it and he'd lead you to the bathrooms.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He doesn't care where he is or what he's doing if you both need it you'll find a way. Wether it's in the car, shower, backstage, public bathrooms he's fucking wild!

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Van loves it when you initiate sex. He thinks it's so sexy seeing you all confident and self assured and it's gets him hard in no time.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

It's a big no no if he can tell you're not comfortable or self conscious about your body. he likes to make sure you're happy and in the moment, something you had to work up to, but his reassuring words always make you feel better.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Honey, let's be real, have you seen the things he's done to his microphones? Yeah well imagine that but better and in you, like wow he's amazing he loves making you squirm and drip just from his tongue. He always gives you the eye from the stage when he gets to into it lol.

P= Pace (how fast he is and how long he lasts)

Some nights it's long and intimate, slow easy sex, the type that gives you warm tingles and there's lots of kisses like every where. Hands and lips on all the skin you can find! But girl there's those nights when he just hammers into you, the point where you can see him thrusting into you from your stomach. It's to the point that when he finally leaves your body it feels like a part of you is missing.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Van prefers proper long hardcore sex, but sometimes you just have to scratch that itch.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He loves trying new things, he lives finding new things that make you tick and new places that make you squirm. He can't help himself!

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

All night long baby! Like seriously though...

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Van is such a cutie, when he found your vibrator he took note and bought you a new one before he left for tour. He finds it fun going to Ann summers and getting the shop keepers to help him get what he thinks is best for you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

You LOVEE teasing your boy! He's so cute and you love playing games with him, especially when your at parties. Your favourite thing to do is whisper obscene thoughts into his ear and running away from him, making him chase after you.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Dirty talk, Moans, cries, girlll it gets loud. When he shared a flat with Larry it got particularly amusing when you couldn't help yourself crying out Vans name (something you knew he loved).

W= Wild card (random sincannon)

Sometimes when you feel particularly noughty, youd purposefully go to bed in lingerie and see how long he’d last. Each time you wore it the more risque the outfits got once you realised how mad for them he was. Another thing to add to the Ann summers list!

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Hunny do you need to ask? When you first started dating him you were so nervous to fuck him after you overheard the lads joking.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Since the first time, you were both mad for each other. The honeymoon period of your relationship still hadn’t really phased off and you’re still hot on it most nights. Van is in his peak sexual after long tours and during song writing, sex is VERY good stress release for both of you!

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Van is deffo a snuggler. He doesn’t get sleep very easy at the best of times but after a hardcore shag, sleep finds him quickly, especially when he’s cuddled up in your arms. Even though most likely limbs would be everywhere and hair was deffinetly in mouths you were together and felt so connected it left your heart content and ready for deep slumber.

A/N: Ok so check my next post out for an extra special smutty anouncement aha! Lol ok so a reader came up with the coooolest idea so read my next post if you’re interested or enjoyed this ;) Anyway hope you enjoyed this mid-week post, anyone who got exam results these past few weeks, I hope you did well I bet you did xx Em

#van mccann #van mccann fanfic #van mccann x reader #vacation #van #catb #Catfish and the Bottlemen #catfish #catfish and the bottlemen fanfic #van mccann fanfiction #van mccan fic

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Alright, these are the questions I wanted to ask the most: 7) When is your preferred time to write? 8) Where do you take your inspiration from? 45) What spurs you on during the writing process? 48) What is your favorite trope to write about? -- Love you so much for all your support 😘💕💕💕

💗💗💗 omg #8 got a little too long. I just couldn’t stop with how deeply important it is to me. Like, I’m sorry it’s an essay, but please read the whole thing if you have the time. 😘😘

7) When is your preferred time to write?

Whenever I have bubble tea in my system! Although I think night time might be my most productive time strictly in terms of creativity.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

I might read something and think, hm that wasn’t enough for me. I want more! Or I think, what would this be like if it was NaruHina? Movies, folktales, fairytales, other fanfics, fanart, prompts, my own life or others’ stories! I basically put NaruHina in every romantic situation possible, and some ideas develop really promisingly into viable stories. Only two of my ideas are “original” in that they solely started off with a wondering “what if...” question - It’s No Secret and Undercover.

And as I told you before! ❤️❤️ You, @mmmbuttery, and agitosgirl inspired me to write my own fics!! ❤️❤️

How you unapologetically leaned into Japanese culture when no other fic writer seemed to know anything basic about Japan in their canon-divergent fics (like some fic writers got them walking around in his apartment with their shoes on AHHHHHHHHH😱😱). I thought how great it was to not feel like Naruto and Hinata were white people when I read your stories, and I felt like your fics were so much more relatable.

I thought if I’m spending my free time reading stories of my own choice, I am not about to read stories that have a Hinata who’s never had ramen before! But I couldn’t find any other stories quite like yours and emmykay’s, and at this time, both of you weren’t writing anymore...basically I needed that representation.

So THANK YOU for doing what you did and what you still do, I have appreciated it SO MUCH 🙌🏼. Just thinking about representation in English YA fiction and literature, like did I mention I watched Crazy Rich Asians at least 4 times in theatres and read the whole series? Fanfiction is so important to me in this aspect. It’s free! And the characters can be Asian, in love, and just be themselves. (yes there’s jdramas, kdramas, manga, anime, and translated literature, and I love those things, too, but I want all the things.)

And how agitosgirl would just drop stories and start new ones without warning or caring lol. Her catchphrase as she leaves you forever dangling on a cliffhanger: A/N: There you have it! or There you guys go. Just a little bit of something for you. The role model of role models in IDGAF. Yeah, I thought, I can do that too. I can handle that level of no expectations for myself to finish my stories. At first, as a reader, I was annoyed, and then I started to find her breezy attitude really very admirable.

So many authors would write end notes about forcing themselves to finish writing a story, or completely losing interest in writing because readers were nagging them, and I always thought that was really sad. I wondered: Why couldn’t they just do what agitosgirl did? Why couldn’t they just do whatever they want? Why on earth do they let their readers’ excitement become an unwelcome pressure? I thought, well, if I write my own fanfics, I’m going to do my best to be like agitosgirl. Write seriously whatever topic I want for however long I want, and readers can choose to read or not to read.

She would write the most frowned-upon tropes and have zero shame about it. She never, not once, apologized for what and how she wrote. I really got the feeling that she was writing for her own enjoyment. And in return, as a reader, I felt no shame in enjoying her work. As a fic writer now, I’m still trying to be like her!

So I’ll end it there, really the inspiration is endless and I could credit every content creator out there.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

I guess it’s usually a certain scene I’m looking forward to a lot. That’s what makes smut and flirty fluff stories so easy to write! They’re full of fun scenes I want to see.

48) What is your favorite trope to write about?

Three of my longer ones, Nightdreams, It’s No Secret, and Catskin are all secret relationship tropes. I also have 5 high school aus 🤭 I guess secret young love somehow became my favourite thing!

Love you bunny 💓💓

#bunny-hoodlum #bunnyhoodlum #missa-chua #fanfic writer asks #endless thoughts #thank you for being you #another long appreciation post

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Want It With You (M)

Pairing: Johnny x OC

Genre: Harry Potter AU, Friends to Lovers AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: Johnny is a sweet and caring Hufflepuff Prefect that has a way with animals and wants to be a Magizoologist. Alomena is a Slytherin who would rather spend her time in the library and in the greenhouses taking care of plants and helping them grow. They were an unlikely pair that everyone thought was strange but they were brought together by their half muggle blood. A secret room in the upper levels of the castle gives them privacy to hang out and forget about the stresses of school life. But after Alomena has a rather...interesting dream about Johnny she realizes that maybe they're more than just friends.

Warnings: brief talks about death

Features: Sweet/soft sex, shy and awkward moments, oral, fingering, riding, a bit of nipple play, a lot of caressing and kissing,

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: This was for a smut prompt request (please dont request more at this time). the following prompts were requested. 53. we’re not just friends and you fucking know it, 55. what? does that feel good?, 57. if we get caught i’m blaming you.” 58. we have to be quiet, 59. tell me again, 60, you have no idea how much i want you, 61. say it. 62. if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning, 67. i really want to kiss you right now. 82. friends dont do this kind of shit!

A/N pt 2: WE GON PRETEND HOGWARTS A COLLEGE BC I DONT DO THAT H.S. AU SHIT. Johnny and Alomena are both 21+ and also this time line is in present day rather than the late 80′s/90s of the original story. Alomena is a Herbology major, Johnny is in Care for Magical Creatures. Also i feel like this sucks??

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I was holed up in the library as usual, studying my life away. I didn't mind it all too much. Learning new things was my favorite past time and I loved to expand my mind and drink in information. I also particularly devoted to reading about plants; their uses, their poisons, and what potions they could make. It came with being a herbology major after all. I scribbled my quill pen against the piece of parchment that I had jotted several paragraphs worth of notes onto. It was at times like these that I wished I could go back home and be reunited with my laptop. The wizarding world thought so little of muggle technological advances but typing on a keyboard was way less annoying and definitely faster than having to dip a pen in ink every three seconds. I did miss the muggle world; it was hard being half muggle, half wizard. From the judgment, to the prejudice, to the feeling like I was in the stone age, it made me homesick more often than not. I typically tried not to get too much into my feelings about missing home but some days were harder than others. I flipped the page of the thick text book I was reading and sighed deeply, getting ready for another chapter. Just then I felt fingers jab at my sides making me sit up straight.

"Gotcha!"

I looked up at the tall figure hovering behind my chair and rolled my eyes. "Johnny, be quiet! This is a library." Johnny was my best friend, you could say. He, too, was half muggle, half wizard and we had somehow bonded together during our first few years at Hogwarts. He had been a complete failure at herbology and took it upon himself to greet me so loudly and passionately that it scared my introverted being to the core. He then begged and pleaded, almost groveling on his knees, for me to help him pass the class. I found him utterly annoying and I knew right off the bat that he was a damn Hufflepuff. They were my second least favorite house, Gryffindor being the first. Some would say that was very stereotypical of a Slytherin but I wasn't one to frolic with energetic people. Johnny however was the exception and I had developed the biggest soft spot for him.

"Aw c'mon, weren't you at least a little scared?" He pulled out the chair beside me and plopped down, giving me a big cheesy grin.

"You know nothing trivial like that scares me so I don't know why you even try. Aren't you supposed to be off doing prefect things with the children?" I glanced down at the badge that gave him more responsibilities than most students here. Usually, he had to tend to the younger students that were just joining Hogwarts and be their mentor. He had a certain following and they seemed to enjoy his presence, taking to his bright personality quickly. The female students most certainly took to him too. He was the talk of the halls and it didn't matter what house they were in, every girl found Johnny to be utterly charming. I admitted to myself a long time ago that I did find him attractive and that his awkward laugh made me crack a smile every so often. I enjoyed his height and the comforting hugs he gave that warmed my body perfectly. And I especially enjoyed the time we spent in our secret room.

Our secret room was a small closet tucked away in a hallways on a floor that seemed deserted. The level was closer to the roof of the castle and barely a soul traveled through. We had no idea what it the room was for or why it was there. There hadn’t been any protection or disguise spells when we had first encountered it and it wasn’t an entrance to a secret passageway. It was just...there. There was a lone window that gave view to the quidditch practice field. I took no interest in watching the players but Johnny did every once in awhile. His other best friend, Jaehyun, was captain of Gryffindor’s house team and Johnny was his number one supporter. Other than watching Jaehyun practice, Johnny and I spent many nights curled up in the blanket fort we had created, projecting movies from our cell phones which we cherished so much. That was also a secret of ours, never revealed to the other students that were forced to live in the past. Those nights made me feel a little less homesick and like I wasn't alone.

"Nah, not until later on during patrols. I'm free right now and if you're not too busy shoving your nose in some musty old books we could," He lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Sneak away."

I perked up a bit at the idea. "How are we going to get up there without anyone noticing? Usually we go at night."

"We've gone a few times during the day, it's not that hard. Take a break and come with me."

He was a pro at convincing me to do things with him. I closed the textbook and used my wand to return it to its proper home. I gathered up my writing supplies and looked around, taking caution to monitor that no one would catch onto our plan. "Let me put this in my room and I will meet you up there, ok?"

He kissed my cheek and got up from the chair. "Awesome! I'll see you there." He left the library, only tripping slightly on nothing but air in his usual clumsy fashion. I made my way to the Slytherin door, saying my password to the painting and sliding through. I had to face my biggest enemy-the common room- just to get to my bed which was the furthest away in the girls dorm area. I always had to dodge around students that were hanging out to avoid socializing at all costs. I was deemed as an outcast, even in my own house. It never felt that I was quite welcomed so i busied myself in the library and the greenhouses. Plants made me the most happy. They didn't (usually) talk back to you, though they were great listeners. Taking to plants also put a scarlet letter on my back as the “house crazy” but that didn’t matter. Communicating with plants was important to me, another form of escapism and a way of honing my craft.

I dumped my supplies off and exited the space with some curious stares coming my way but I was mostly ignored. Bit by sneaky bit, I traversed to the secret room, looking over my shoulder in constant fear of getting caught. I managed to get there unnoticed and shuffled my way through the door, shutting it gently behind me. “I’m here.” I said, sighing a breath of relief. Johnny was already laying down in our blanket fort, robe and sweater vest tossed aside with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was reclined against the pillows with his hands behind his head as he smiled at me. “Come here, we have some episodes to catch up on.” He patted the space beside him and i sunk down onto the pile of blankets, smoothing out my skirt as i laid down. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and loaded up our favorite tv app. He used his wand to help project the show in front of us, giving us a better view. I settled against him, resting my head on his shoulder and holding onto his wrist. Occasionally, we held hands but lately that simple motion was making my heart palpitate and my stomach quiver with anxiety. I settled for his wrist as it helped me feel a bit more secure with my emotions. Hours passed so calmly that I somehow managed to fall asleep during our fourth or fifth episode.

The dream I had was so vivid that it was frightening. Johnny had been on top of me, naked and looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. He was thrusting into me, slowly and gently, cooing sweet words into my ear and running his hands all over my body. I held onto his strong arms, gasping and moaning every time a jolt of pleasure wracked through me. He was stunning and glowing in the candle lit area of our room. His lips morphed into his own moans that were like baritone notes in a symphony of pleasure. He was perfect in every way and I hated it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to dream about my best friend like this. It was improper and way past weird. But my mind continued, ignoring my rational will to halt the lust filled thoughts. His lips were on me then, full, warm, with a feeling akin to the happiest memory I had. He was so full of love which only added onto me fear. My heart skipped beats and drove me to never want to leave from my place beneath him. I wanted to stay in my dream forever.

“Mena!” I heard my nickname in the midst of my dream and snapped up, gasping deeply. The room had darkened as it was now nighttime but Johnny had apparated a few candles to illuminate the space. I saw his face, half casted in shadows of the flames as he looked at me with concern. “You were making kind of weird noises in your sleep. Are you okay? Was it a nightmare?”

My whole face flushed and I couldn't bear to face him. I panicked and quickly scrambled to my feet. “I-I have to go. I-I’m sorry, Johnny!” I grabbed onto the door handle and ran as fast as I could, not even daring to look back at him. I heard him calling out to me but I didn’t stop until i made it back to my dorm. I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the draped canopy as i tried to get my heart to stop racing. What the hell was that? How could i think about Johnny in that way? I had never thought of anyone like that before. It was completely out of left field. I covered my face that felt like it was burning, wanting to scream my lungs out. What was I going to do now? Had I been moaning in my sleep? Did he suspect anything? My mind was a jumbled mess and i figured a hot shower and some rest would solve it. I closed the canopy curtains so i could undress and felt the recognizable feeling of wetness on my panties. Oh come on! I ripped off my underwear, almost falling onto my face in the process, and slammed them onto my bed. This was not going to happen. Not now and not ever. I pulled on my robe along with my slippers then grabbed my shower caddy. I was determined to wash away this embarrassing dream from my mind completely.

Except I couldn’t. With the emptiness of the bathrooms and the cover of the water pouring onto the tiled floor, I dug my fingers into myself, panting as i tried to recreate how full and thick Dream Johnny felt inside me. Not only did I have a wet dream about my best friend but now I was touching myself to thoughts of him too. What was I thinking? Well, right now, I was thinking of getting off as fast as I could and furiously rubbing my clit to get me there before anyone caught me. I remembered the peaceful face he made while he was inside me, gently biting his lip with eyes closed, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds he made. It had been right in our blanket fort, making it so much more special. It was intimate and everything I had ever wanted to experience. It felt like it made up for the few encounters I had with other men that left me unsatisfied and unimpressed. But Johnny was different. He cared about me and per my dream, I knew he was devoted to making me feel good. I know I would want to pleasure him as much as possible too. Anything to hear his deep groans in reality.

When I came I had to brace myself against the shower wall to try and stay propped up on my shaky legs. My head was now under the stream of water, dousing my curls and making them cling to my face. It snapped me out of my lustful vision and made me realize that I needed to get it together. I held my dirty fingers under the water, washing away the cum and telling myself that this was just a one time incident. No more, no less.

It was difficult but I hadn’t seen Johnny for a few days, mostly because I was still too embarrassed to face him but also because he was suddenly getting more busy with his responsibilities. I missed him dearly but I felt like I had no idea how to approach him anymore without visualizing him naked and on top of me. I spent my time doing what i did best-avoiding people in the greenhouse. I was wrist deep in dragon dung as I worked to repot some Venomous Tentacula. I was all alone in the greenhouse, just the way i liked it. I was free to hum a tune I created in my head while I looked over the plant, making sure it liked it's new home. "Hopefully you'll grow a little bit better here. You hated that terribly dry spot in the corner, didn't you? I know, sweetie." Even the most fussy and volatile plant could calm down under my voice.

"Talking to plants again, huh Ms. Crowley?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Johnny walking towards me with his hands behind his back. I stood up straight as my heartbeat quickened. I wasn't expecting him to show up but it was a habit of his to come unannounced.

"U-um what do you want?"

"To give you my peace offering." He held out a small packet of fluxweed seeds. "It's not special but I know you love making healing potions."

I set my dragon hide gloves down on the table and removed my apron. I took the seed packet and looked up at him. "What do you mean by peace offering?"

"Well the last time we were together I figured I did something wrong with the way you ran out so fast. You haven't talked to me since soooo...here I am."

"Oh….nothing was your fault." I suddenly felt like an idiot for making him think I was mad at him. I just needed time and space to get my head on straight but one look into his honey colored eyes and i was instantly transported back into juvenile thoughts of romanticism. "I'm not mad, I promise."

"Sweet! I was seriously worried for a second. But now that that’s over with, can I interest you in a date?"

"W-what?!" I dropped the seeds instantly and fumbled to catch them. Johnny managed to get them when I failed and chuckled.

"I meant do you want to hang out? I’ve missed you so much.”

I tucked a few curls behind my ear and stared down at my dirt covered uniform shoes. “U-um...that sounds good. D-Do you want to meet in our room?”

“Actually, i was thinking we could be a little bit more adventurous.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“The Forbidden Forest.”

That certainly peaked my interest. I was a fan of the flora while Johnny was a fan of the fauna. Being a future Magizoologist, he was always eager to discover what creatures hid within the forest and which ones he could make friends with. He thought all creatures were cute no matter what they looked like and he had the ability to tame the wildest beasts in a heartbeat. We were similar in that fact. Passionate and with a certain knack for handling what most people wanted to stay away from. Though of course the forest was obviously forbidden sneaking in was all part of the fun. I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

“Ok, meet me there when the moon’s the fullest. I’ll leave you some signals so you’ll know where I’m at.” He kissed my forehead and gave my arm a little squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, ok? I told Jaehyun I would watch him practice today.”

“Did you mean get annoyed at the crowd of girls that scream every time he pushes back his hair?” Or squeal when you sit in the stands? I thought bitterly.

He chuckled. “Yeah. it’s not my favorite thing to do but he’s my friend and he needs me.”

“Have fun dealing with your bleeding eardrums. I’ll see you later.”

He gave me another one of his signature smiles and zipped out of the greenhouse, leaving me to clutch the little packet of seeds to my chest. It was just hanging out, like we always did. Nothing special. I just had to keep telling myself that. I set the seeds on the desk, sighing deeply as I slipped my gloves back on. Getting back to work was the best way to keep my mind occupied and away from all thoughts surrounding Johnny.

After a few hours in the greenhouse, i went back to the dorm to shower so I didn’t smell like soil and poisonous flowers. As i finished dressing in a warm green sweater and black leggings, i stared out the dorm window. The moon was hiding behind a few sparse clouds but it was full and heavy, beaming a perfect cast of light over the castle grounds. I bit my lip wondering if it was the right time to leave. It was driving me crazy just waiting. I got up and tucked my wand in the band of my leggings and crept through to dorm, trying to make as little noise as possible. With how much I crept around I might have as well been a burglar or a spy. I knew the paintings would try and rat me out and possibly the castle ghosts as well so I tried to take the path with the least possible amount of snitches.

Once I hit the castle grounds I decided to play it a bit safer and use a Disillusionment Charm to blend into my surroundings. It was way past curfew and I couldn't risk any repercussions for leaving the dorm, especially to go to the Forbidden Forest. My eyes caught sight of a tiny Bowtruckle that beckoned me to follow it. It must have been Johnny's "sign". I kept a few steps behind it, afraid that I might crush it. It finally lead me to a small clearing where I saw Johnny petting a giant Thestral. I fell back, shocked that such a creature would be within the forest and also because...I could see it-Johnny could see it. Thestrals only revealed themselves to people who had faced death and accepted it. It hurt my heart to realize he had gone through pain and anguish but he seemed so comfortable with the extremely rare creature, even placing a kiss on its skeletal nose.

I use Revealio to uncast my Disillusionment Charm and slowly got to my feet. If Thestrals didn't find a person worthy or a non threat they would attack in an instant and I certainly did not want to die today. "Johnny!" I whispered harshly. The Bowtruckle ran to him and tugged on his robes before crawling up to his shoulder. He turned towards me a gave me a warm smile.

"Come here." He beckoned. "She won't hurt you."

"How do you know that for sure?! Thestrals are-"

"Loyal, kind, and are very helpful. She trusts me and I trust her. Just like you speak to plants, I speak to creatures and she definitely understands that you're no threat. So come over here " He extended his large hand out to me and I tiptoed towards him, avoiding eye contact with the bat winged creature. Johnny took my hand and gently set it on the bridge of the Thestral’s nose. "There you go. See? She's not so bad."

He was right. In fact the creature seemed to enjoy the attention and bucked its nose towards me, brushing against my cheek. I chuckled nervously and continued to pet her, flinching when she outstretched her wings. They were way bigger than I anticipated and still intimidating. Johnny held onto my waist when i took a step back and swallowed hard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“What? Like...on her?! I thought it was illegal to ride them? We’ll get in trouble with the ministry!”

“Don’t be such a goody two shoes! Besides, we can’t fly but we can ride it like a normal horse, that way we don’t get caught. Here, I’ll help you up.” Johnny grabbed a hold of me as if I was a mere toddler and he was unaffected by my weight. He set me on the back of the Thestral before getting on himself and grabbing onto the mane. She started trotting slowly and i could feel every movement of bone beneath me which was a strange sensation. I gripped onto Johnny tightly, burying my face in his back. I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy cat but I also couldnt help it. “So...what happened?” He asked as he steered us through the winding trees.

“What do you mean?”

“You can see the Thestral which means...you know. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but i thought I’d ask…”

“Oh…” I realized he was talking about me seeing death first hand and thus removing the creatures invisibility. “It was my sister. She was hit by a drunk driver and at first I was scared of seeing her body at the funeral. It was hard to accept that she was gone. I was only 6 and barely understood death back then. Everyone in my family kept telling me she was asleep but I knew she wasn’t just asleep. Eventually as I grew older, I found out more about the circumstances of her death. I was mad at my family for lying to me. I started visiting her grave soon after and I talked to her every time. It seemed like the flowers and grass around her grave began to grow when i spoke. That’s when I kind of knew I wanted to be in Herbology when I got here.”

He nodded solemnly and sighed. “I understand completely. I lost my mom when I was about 12. I delayed my studies here because I didn’t want to leave the muggle world. I felt like I would be letting go of the memories I had with her if I did. But I knew she would want me to experience this side of myself. That’s when I eventually asked if I could be accepted as a student.”

“I would have never imagined you had gone through something like that. You’re always so cheerful and happy. Everyone loves you.” I said softly.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well...it’s not always easy to pretend, but I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m genuinely happy and enjoying my life but there are also time where I dont want to be here and would rather be home. That’s when I hang out with you because you understand how i feel. I really enjoy when we’re together...like a lot.”

I squeezed myself to him tighter and was grateful that he couldnt see my blushing cheeks. My brain was swirling with a culmination of thoughts and feelings. I had finally come to accept the fact that my feelings were past that of friendship. I was starting to fall in love with him after seeing him in a new light. But i knew I was just a companion to him. He saw me as a place of comfort, not as a lover. I had to accept that sooner rather than later. After all, I really didn’t want to ruin our friendship with awkward revelations and confessions. We had a moment of silence between us and I could only hear the echoing of the plants and nightly creatures that surrounded us. We were getting further away from the moonlight too and the forest was becoming increasingly darker.

“I’m going to turn back now. I have to do another round of patrolling soon anyway.” He said.

“Ah, ok. I understand. I actually liked this. Even if I thought she was going to kill me."

"Nah, never. They're gentle and even though I can see and talk to her, they train all the Thestrals here so I'm not actually that special."

"Of course you are, Johnny. You have a way with her that no one else does. You're incredibly special." I straightened my spine so I could rest my chin on his shoulder and kiss his cheek but I missed as he turned his head in the opposite direction to guide the Thestral. Instead, my lips pressed against the warmth of his neck, making all three of us jump up. The Thestral squaked and reared herself up almost throwing Johnny and I off.

"Whoa girl! Calm down! I'm sorry I pulled your mane! It was an accident!" He pet her wings that were now extended and flapping, whipping up dangerous winds before lowering himself to rub her neck. "Ssshhhhh, I've got you. It's ok."

I held onto Johnny tighter so I wouldn't fall off and soon enough she settled down until all four hooves were on the ground. "I-im sorry. I-i didn't mean to um…"

He said nothing, only clicked his tongue as a signal to get her to turn in directions he wanted. I was astronomically embarrassed and had no idea what to say. I joined him in silence again until we reached the entrance of the forest. He helped me down and we said goodbye to the Thestral. I actually hoped I could see her again. "Do you need to be walked back to the castle or will you make it there by yourself?" He glanced down at his watch and shut off the beeping alarm that had begun to sound. He was going to be late for patrol.

"No, no. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Besides the night is nice. I wouldn't mind the sneaky stroll back." I laughed.

"Ok, cool. Thanks Mena! I'll see you around!" Without another word he apparated himself to get into the castle as he would have far less repercussions than I would have if I showed up in my dorm instantly. There wasn’t another word of the kiss incident so I figured we both put it behind us...hopefully. When I finally made it to my room safely I set my wand on my bedside table, closed my canopy, and discarded my clothes for my pajamas. Staring up at the canopied ceiling I couldn't help the gushing smile on my lips. If I thought about it, the whole thing with Johnny was a little romantic. Basically an evening horse ride though a private forest with no one else around. Was it actually a date? He had said so before in the greenhouse but quickly changed it to "hang out".

No Alomena. Friends don't do this kind of shit! They don't think about each other in that way. We are strictly friends! However, tonight was the second night that I touched myself to thoughts of him.

We had somehow began to spend more time together, if that were even possible. Our secret room was frequented so much that we added more pillows, candles, and blankets to our sacred space. We even managed to transfer some muggle electronics into the room; a tv and old video game set up for optimal entertainment. Rainy days were spent with me reading a textbook and Johnny sleeping on my lap, my hand running through his hair. It was serene and utterly perfect but I was digging my own grave. The longer we spent time together the more I found myself have sweet dreams (and not so sweet dreams) about him. I dreamt of his lips on mine, my hand being overwhelmed by his, my head against his chest, hearing his awkward little laugh as the result of something I said. I had it way too bad.

I had been planning, for weeks now, on ways to tell him. So much so that I could barely concentrate on anything else. I was distracted in classes and even lost a house point or two for messing up during lessons (which was bullshit by the way). It was eating me alive and I would rather have my body turn frigid and soulless by a Death Eater at this point. There was a night where I couldn't sleep at all. I felt sick to my stomach and my chest burned. I kept playing flashes of possible rejection and destruction of our friendship in my mind. I was scared shitless but it had to be done. I was over feeling like this. I prayed that I wouldn't lose my best friend. I was getting ready to text Johnny to see if he could meet me at our room but he beat me to the punch which surprised me. We had the same idea. He most likely wanted to hang out, which made me even more nervous and sick. Nonetheless, I got up from bed and pulled on my comfy sweater over my pajama tank top and shorts and began my creep crawling to the upper levels.

When I arrived at the door of our room, things seemed way to quiet. “Johnny? Are you here?” I whispered against the door. Suddenly it opened and he pulled me inside, setting me against the back of it. His hands were above either side of my shoulders, pinning me between him and the heavy wood.

“We have to be quiet. If we get caught I’m blaming you.” He hissed.

“Get caught? Why would we get caught? What’s going on?” He was making me more anxious than I already was. I watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow that was followed up by a sigh.

“Look, I have to tell you something. Something important and I dont know how you’re going to react.”

“You’re freaking me out. Please just tell me. I can’t really take it tonight. I’ve been feeling weird all day.”

“Me too.” He agreed. “I can’t...I can’t...God, I just...I really want to kiss you right now.”

I was stunned and couldn’t move. My entire body felt a heavy fire wash over me and my thought processing shut down. He...he had been feeling the same thing I was? I had been too nervous to tell him and too afraid of losing our friendship but here he was wanting to kiss me? “But J-Johnny...we’re friends and I don’t-”

“We’re not just fucking friends and you know it! I know you feel something for me too. It’s been happening for weeks now. Tell me you feel the same way, Alomena. Say it.”

I swallowed hard and avoided his eyes. “I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. What if something goes wrong? It’s whats been keeping me away from you all this time. I don’t want to lose what we have, Johnny. I dont want to ruin the good memories we’ve made. Besides, you’re more outgoing. You can have any girl you want.”

“Alomena, you have no idea how much I want you. You and only you. I feel the most comfortable with you. We have a connection and I know it’s scary to jump into a relationship but I don’t think our friendship would be ruined. I trust you…” He let his hands slip from above my shoulders to rest on my hips. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed softly against my lips. “Tell me you want me too. Please.”

“I do, Johnny. I do.” I finally confessed. It felt like a car had been lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. I wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, I was so happy. Happier than I ever imagined I could be. My best friend was now the love of my life and wanted to be with me. I reached up to cup his face in my hands and closed my eyes. “Kiss me.” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. Not one second. The moment his lips were on mine, our bodies were crushed together against the door. He was overwhelming me in the best way, covering me with heat and desire. I moved my hands down to his chest smoothing over the school uniform he still wore. He had probably just finished his patrols right before he texted but I did find it a bit naughty that he was fulfilling the age old school fantasy in a way. I felt his tongue pry at my lips then, catching me off guard as to how much he filled my mouth. He became curious about my body and no longer kept his hands on the safety of my hips. He was diving beneath my sweater and tank top, his slightly calloused skin flush against me and closing in on my breasts. I pushed him away then, crossing my arms protectively over my chest as he took a step back. "Johnny!"

"O-oh...I thought maybe you would want to...i-im sorry. I wasn't thinking." He hung his head low and fussed with his hair nervously.

"No, I'm sorry. I just...it was a lot at once."

"It's ok! It's ok! I don't mind waiting. I'm fine!"

I made my way over to the blanket pile and sat down, looking up at him. "Maybe we could go a bit slower?"

His eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yeah. Sure. Absolutely."

I giggled at his dorkiness and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside me. "Do you think it's gonna be weird? Seeing each other naked for the first time?"

Johnny shook his head. "No. I've been dreaming about this." He quickly covered his mouth. "I mean not in a creepy way! I just- it so happened that-!"

I pressed my finger to his lips. "I've dreamt about it too and maybe did some things I wasn't supposed to do."

"Like um…" His fingers danced across the smooth skin of my thigh before resting between them. "Here?"

I nodded and nibbled on my lip. "It's embarrassing to say now."

"No, please. Don't be embarrassed. I find it...incredibly sexy. I'm honored " He laughed.

I grabbed onto his tie gently and pulled him closer. "Have you done it to thoughts of me?"

"Oh totally. All the time. You are super hot in your uniform skirt."

"Johnny!!" I hit him playfully.

"Well it's true! I can't help it! I think your gorgeous. Is it okay if I see you now? You know without ...clothes."

Now it was my turn to duck my head. "You first." I said, hoping he would stall but he was way more confident than I was. His tie was cast aside then his button up and tank top underneath. My breath stayed trapped in my lungs when I saw him and I whipped around, trying to calm myself. I had no idea that he would have such a toned stomach and solid biceps like that. When the hell did he find time to work out?!

"Mena? Should I stop?" He asked, concerned.

No no no. Don't stop. Don't stop, please. But also if he looked like that up top what the hell did he look like down below? "U-uh, it's fine I just didn't think you would look like that is all."

"Look like what?"

“Like...all hot.” I cringed at my own awkwardness while Johnny just laughed and pushed me down gently. He propped himself up on his elbow and pushed my curls behind my ear.

“You can stop me at anytime you know that right? Even if I am really hot.”

I covered my face with both my hands and groaned. “Shut up!”

“Mena, you’re not a…”

“Oh god no. Just that, I haven’t really had any amazing experiences and it’s kind of lowered my expectations. No offense. Also it hasn’t happened in awhile…”

“Hmm,” He nodded. “Well then I just have to change that, don’t I?” He tucked his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, watching me for any signs of hesitation. My breaths were a little heavier but i diverted my eyes to avoid focusing on the way he was being so cautious with me. He wasn’t bombarding me or trying to get this over in a moments time. It was as if he wanted to drink in every ounce of me. He pushed my sweater towards my shoulders, nodding at me to help take it off. I tossed it beside us and instantly wanted to pull the blankets over me. “I didn’t think you would be this shy, especially around me.”

“I-i’m...just a little nervous is all.”

“Do you think i’ll hurt you or something?” His lips were now trailing from my knee and up my inner thigh in teasing kisses. He parted my legs gently and let his hand caress the skin of the other.

“Not at all! I don’t want to mess up either and make it not great for you.”

He popped his head up for a moment. “Don’t worry about me. I want you to relax.” He tugged on my panties and i lifted my hips an inch so he could pull them away. And there I was, bare and in front of my best friend that I had dreamt about for weeks. Now that the moment had actually come I had seized up with nerves but I was glad he was setting the pace. Lord knows I would have been the one fumbling around as if I were a Hufflepuff. He opened my legs wider so his broad shoulders could fit between them before adding a hesitant lick to my lower lips. My body jerked instantly and i gripped the blankets beside me. He settled his arm over my hips and prodded his tongue against me again, making lazy strokes and modest sucks. It felt...amazing. Such a simple act of taking the time to think about what I wanted made me flushed with eagerness. I tried to hide my giggle behind my hand but Johnny noticed.

“What? Does that feel good or…?”

I cupped the back of his head and smirked. “Very good. More Johnny.”

He had an excited smile before he dove back in with the strokes of his tongue, increasing speed. The tip would flick beneath my clit before sliding over it and taking it between his lips. He hummed around it which provided a tingling sensation that made me squirm. I bit onto my lip and tried to roll my hips beneath his anchored arm but he wouldn't let me budge. Over and over he tendered to the sweet area, occasionally dipping his tongue inside me and eliciting moans from deep within my chest. He was teasing me, I could feel it and was a squirming mess. "Johnnnyyyy," I whined. "Cut it out."

"Oh? You want me to stop?"

"Don't stop...that! But stop your teasing! It's annoying. I would like to get off at some point."

"if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning?" He smirked.

I glared down at him, annoyed by his cockiness. "I'm gonna kill you."

He sucked his teeth and shook his head in disapproval. "Typical Slytherin. You're the one who said you wanted to go slow."

"Yeah but…" I pouted. "I didn't expect it to feel this good."

"I've got more planned, don't worry." He kissed above my clit then worked his lips over my stomach, nudging my tank top upwards like he had done with my sweater. I grabbed the hem and pulled it off before arching my back and pressing my chest towards him. He wrapped those daring lips around my nipple while his hand morphed over my other breast. Mewls were tumbling from my lips as I felt him press into me. He nudged his hips against my thigh and made the fullness of his uniform pants brush against the top. I worked my legs between his, settling myself against the center of his pants and making him groan deeply. "A-are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

He popped his lips off me and looked away. "Um...no actually. It feels…"

"I can touch you, um, if you want now."

"P-please?"

I nodded and wiggled out from under him. "Ok. I can do that." I pushed my hair back and reached for the zipper of his pants. "Is that all...like...you in there?"

He sat back on his elbows. "Well it's not my wand that's for sure."

I shoved at him playfully. "Stop! You jerk!"

He laughed and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. "Is it...too much, you think?"

I unzipped his pants and wiggled them down, sucking in a breath when I saw how his boxer briefs clung to his form. "I hope not. My mouth is a little small so I hope I don't fuck up."

He shook his head and encouraged me to free him. I discard his underwear by his pants and lowered myself to the heavy heat between his thighs. I was nervous to say the least. He looked intimidating yet I was dangerously curious to have him inside me. I placed a few kitten licks to just his head, hearing him hiss softly. He laid back against the pillows and let me try to stuff his tip past my lips. It wasn't easy but he seemed to accept how my lips wrapped around him. Slowly, my tongue worked around the circumference, tracing ridges and sucking every so often. I broke my suction from him to drag my tongue up and down his shaft adding a bit of moisture so my hand could roam comfortably. He breathed out my name and dug his fingers into my hair when my thumb pressed into a particularly sensitive spot by his base.

It was my turn to smirk and tease him. I preferred to offer him strokes and lengthy licks rather than sucking on him completely. "Now who's being the tease?" He growled.

I shrugged and giggled. "Payback, Johnny." I sucked at the beads of precum that formed at his tip, not really enjoying the taste but being a bit satisfied at the way it coated my tongue. He guided my hand towards his balls, blushing as he would have rather showed me than say it. I lowered myself to them to grip them gently, adding pressure little by little so I would make sure not to hurt him. His stomach flexed along with his toes, curling tightly as his lips parted to groan. That sound was devilish and angelic at the same time. It made my heart flutter but I also knew it was pure sin and I yearned to hear more. I kissed his thigh before crawling up to his face. I planted a kiss on his lips and settled my wetness right over him. "I want to hear that sound coming from you all night."

He hiked my legs up high to his ribcage and moved his fingers behind me, stroking my slit and gathering the cum he left behind. "I'll trade you." He worked a single finger in and that was enough to make me bury my face in his neck. "Each one you give me I'll be sure to return the favor. How's that?"

I mewled softly and nodded, wiggling my hips back against his finger as I wanted more. My clit brushed over his shaft as I did so making both of us shyly moan out into the confined face. Soon enough another one of his slender fingers filled me, curling slightly and drawing more out of me. I cried out and gripped onto his free hand, entwining our fingers together so I felt like I had some stability. He bucked his thighs to work me forward so our lips could crash together again. Those kisses were going to damn me to hell with how addicting they were. He had a way with moving his full lips smoothly over mine and coaxing my tongue to meet his. Occasionally, he would give it a little suck which made a moan reverberate between us. "Do you...think you might be ready?" He asked during a small moment where we separated for air.

I looked down at him, searching his eyes for the gentleness and patience he always gave me. It was there, beneath his hormones running amok, and gave me that sense of comfort I had with him. I pushed his hair back and smiled, placing a quick kiss on him. "Yeah, I think I am. Oh, do you have a uh...um…"

"Oh! Ye-yeah. I kinda brought one with me just in case."

"You were planning on this from the start, weren't you?!" I pouted.

"I said just in case! I didn't know it was gonna turn out so well. But you're glad I have one, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes and scooted off him. "I guess so...jerk."

He chuckled as he tore into the wrapper before sliding the condom on. "C'mere, silly…" He worked himself over me this time, making me victim to reliving my dream and staring up at all his beauty. This was the moment I had thought about, that I touched myself too, that I craved. All of my churning feelings that had driven me crazy for weeks lead up to this and it was finally happening. I didn't know what to feel but it was definitely a culmination of excitement and need. My fingers wrapped around Johnny's strong biceps as he guided himself to my entrance. His eyes were flickering from his cock to my face, gauging if everything was still alright. I gave him an encouraging nod and he pressed against me, pushing through just a bit.

I winced and dug my nails into his skin. He had to make miniscule thrusts before his head filled me completely and almost made my body collapse into the blankets. He shushed me gently, adding kisses everywhere and nuzzling my neck. He whispered sweet nothings to get me to relax and not focus so much on how he was stretching me further than I had been before. He knew it would be a bit uncomfortable for me and tried his best to take his time but I knew he needed that release as much as I did. "It's ok," I whispered in between kisses. "Please Johnny. Please."

He shifted his hips forwards adding inch by inch until he settled in as much as he could go. I felt a heavy warmth in the pit of my stomach and the sting of my body trying to accomodate, pulling me closer to him. He didn't move until I relaxed my lower half and sunk down more onto his shaft. By the way his brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut I could tell that me wrapping around him was driving him insane. That first full thrust was enough to dive us into an abyss of never ending fever. His fluid movements became less and less overwhelming and more pleasurable to the point where I felt confident to roll him over and straddle his hips again.

"M-mena?" The look of surprise on his face was priceless. It was like his eyes didn't know where to even begin looking but was fixated on the way my body looked above him. I planted my hands on his chest and worked my hips in little circles, driving him deeper inside me. "Fuck, you look so gorgeous."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smirked at the boost of confidence he was giving me. I had to admit, taking control like this was enticing. Just as much as Johnny liked me on top of him, I loved the way he looked beneath me. He moaned louder as he tossed his head back against the pillow. His hands clutched at me, encouraging me to bounce rather than roll my hips. His own snapped against the back of my thighs to plunge deeper into my depths, making me feel all he had to offer. His moans shifted into haphazard breaths and growls that I never expected from him. I gripped his chin and pulled him into another heated kiss. He took the opportunity to force his hips harder, drawing out pathetic whimpers and whines.

I clenched tight as I felt an actual orgasm building inside me. It was the first time a man was helping me achieve it and it made Johnny seem like a damn godsend. That fact that he shifted his hand between us to massage my clit had me in love with him even more. That attention made my body shudder deeply and beg him not to stop. He chuckled as I got too loud and tried to shush me so I wouldn't draw any potential attention. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to silence myself as my body crackled with electricity. I wanted to scream out his name as my body caved in and shuttered with my harsh orgasm but I swallowed it down. I collapsed onto him in a heap of heavy breaths and he squeezed me into a bear hug. "I got you…" he said softly.

He always did. Always took care of me, even now during the first time we got together. He was perfect in every way. As I calmed down and enjoyed the way he rubbed my back, I came to the realization that he was still lying in wait inside me. I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him. "I want you to feel good too."

Johnny kissed my forehead lightly. "Would it be okay if I did it from behind? I kinda...like that."

"Of course. Whatever you need, Johnny." We shifted into the position, my back bowed deeply and face buried into a pillow that I clutched tightly. The sound of us crashing together had me blushing but the way he plowed rougher into me had my being rosy with ecstasy. I sunk my teeth into the pillow and fisted the case tighter, taking in the rougher side of my best friend that I had never seen before. This underlying secret turned me on even more and I willed him to keep going until my knees gave out and I couldn't walk. He pressed his chest into my back and reached out to grab both my hands, holding on tightly. My name was mixed in with staggered breaths and slightly deeper moans that showed him unraveling and seeping into the barrier that separated us.

I tried to keep us up but his weight and my weakening frame wasn't enough and we fell against our blanket nest. It was oddly comforting to be crushed beneath him though it was getting harder to breathe. "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" He hummed sleepily.

"You're crushing me."

"Oh! Sorry!" He pulled out gradually leaving a bit of my cum to flow out of me. I snapped my legs shut and curled up quickly, hoping he didn't notice. He discarded the condom beside us with a knot at the top to tend to later and spooned me tight, pulling the covers over us. "Are you comfortable staying here?"

"I'd rather be here than in the dorm with no privacy. I like our little spot."

He nodded against my hair and held onto my hand once more. "Maybe next time we can try to do it in the Forbidden Forest."

"Do you want to die??! What kind of proposition is that?!"

"I'm kidding! Kidding! But I wouldn't mind finding some other secret spots to call our own." I could already hear the smirk in his tone.

"Oh yeah, you're my boyfriend now and the pervert jumps out."

"Boyfriend?" He questioned.

I looked back at him. "Aren't we-?"

"Yeah but it just…" His cheeks flushed and he hid against my shoulder. "It's just nice hearing it finally."

I giggled and reached back to ruffle his hair. "Oh Johnny...you're such a hufflepuff."

#Johnny Fanfic #JOHNNY SMUT #johnny suh #johnny seo #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 fanfiction #johnny nct #NCT #NCT 127 #harry potter #harry potter au #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hufflepuff #slytherin #smut prompts #nct 127 smut

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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1x1 M// Fantasy Romance OC search

Hey! Y'all can call me Eyo or Eyofin, I’m a queer female, 27 years old, full time job and yada yada. Looking for some new fun to keep me going during these great awesome amazing wonderful times. I tend to be long-winded so I’m trying to keep this as brief as I can.

About me & my writing:

CST Timezone

13+ years of writing experience

Looking to write OC’s, although I’m happy to take inspiration from established universes

Huge Overwatch dweeb, into anime, fantasy, art…the whole nerd package. I like making friends and OOC chat a lot, and I typically get on with people who have similar interests!

I tend to write 500+ words per post, 3rd person, past-tense. I have no length requirements so long as you give me something to bounce off. I’d like coherent grammar and spelling, but I’m not crazy picky.

Chill atmosphere. RP'ing is a hobby and isn’t worth it unless it’s fun for everyone involved. That being said, I can comfortably respond once a day, but I usually match my partner’s pace. I expect you to understand if I need to go a few days without replying, take a break, or go on hiatus. Also, ditching happens. I get it. I don’t sweat the details. If we’ve crossed paths before and it didn’t work out, but you’d be inclined to try again, I’m totally down.

Looking mostly for M/M, tho I’d be open to F/F too. That being said, nothing turns me away more than someone who only plays the submissive role, so if this is you, we’re not going to mesh. I’d rather not distinguish what position characters take in bed and let it flow naturally.

21+ just because I find it much easier to relate to people closer to my age.

I really enjoy writing smut. I think I’m one of the few people that can pretty much just write it forever (although whether I write GOOD smut is...eh...debatable). That being said, I do still expect a story, and the level of smut can vary depending on what you’re comfortable with. I don’t have many limits at all, but my big, non-negotiable No’s are mpreg, A/B/O, scat, and vomit. I’m always happy to fade to black or accommodate your limits, no questions asked. We can discuss this more in private.

Email or discord are my preferred methods of writing

My characters tend to be very quirky. I like giving them extremes: making them particularly amazing in a few areas, at the detriment of being severely lacking in others. Flawed geniuses. I enjoy giving them pretty radical personality types and don’t do well playing mild, average characters. I tend to break the molds of realism pretty often.

What I’m looking for:

Genres: high fantasy, superheroes, supernatural, adventure, modern fantasy, monsters, apocalypse, etc.

Character-driven. Come at me if you have OC’s you’re craving to play and we'll smush him with one of mine and see what happens! I’ve got mostly humanoid characters with a monster or two thrown into the mix. I like human x creature pairings quite a bit, but am fine with human x human and all other sorts ;)

I like both fluff and dark themes. Sickeningly sweet romance and then a dose of violence. Relationships that are sunshine and relationships that are twisted and messed up. I think it’s fun when a roleplay has tons of up’s and down’s across the board

I’m cool doubling as necessary to carry the plot along

My plot ideas:

I’m actually pretty dry on plots at the moment, so if you have something you’re craving let me know! I’m open to most things. Here’s a few vague possibilities off the top of my head:

Kingdoms at war: Can be various types of kingdoms, but two individuals on opposite sides of a war end up in a situation where they have to depend on one another to survive: getting stranded, a huge monster attack, unexpected bigger enemy appearing, etc. They could be the leaders of each kingdom, the children of those leaders, or random soldiers.

Knights and monsters: A famous knight or bounty hunter ends up in an unlikely scenario where he’s paired up with the kind of monster he’s usually fighting.

Rebellion: Characters live in an oppressive regime. One character is gathering up a rebellion. The other, who could be anyone ranging from a poor nobody to a rich noble, decides to follow along with their cause.

Assassins/Bounty Guild/Mercenaries: Through a wild series of circumstances, one character ends up joining an elite group of assassins/mercenaries, and it’s up to the other character to train him. (I would love to play the experienced guy in this situation!)

Superheroes: BNHA or Tiger & Bunny inspired. Characters join an organization to be superheroes. They could be classmates, assigned as partners, or, similar to the assassins plot, take on more of a mentor/student role.

Adventure: Characters are explorers tasked with reaching a specific location, chasing after some kind of legendary treasure in an incredibly hostile environment. They can be rivals or partners, or from various different walks of life all trying to reach the same goal.

Gladiators: Boys in an arena, either a fighter and his owner, or two fighters who have to duke it out for the crowds.

I also have a few pre-made OC’s, and I’d love to write any of them! Since this post is getting rather long, you can find them at https://toyhou.se/Eyofin.

Thanks for reading through! If you’re still interested you can email me at [email protected] or Discord @Eyofin#2223.

#independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #email #smut rp #submission

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songsaboutheroes · 5 years

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Good Morning Beautiful

(A/N: I got a lovely request for more Syverson fics. First of all, I love it when requests are sent to me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Secondly, I can and will use any excuse I can to talk about or rather write about Syverson. This story is based on the request sent to me as well as the song “Good Morning Beautiful” by Steve Holy. I need to give credit where credit is due. The song is obviously not mine, the picture above is not mine, and although I desperately want him to be, Syverson is not mine. All rights go to their respective owners.)

Trigger warning: Implied smut, mentions of anxiety and a whole lot of fluff.

On the long drive back to his home, Captain Syverson had a whirlwind of thoughts going through his mind. How terrible airport coffee is, delayed flights being the biggest of all pains in his ass, how good it felt to be back in familiar territory, and how good it would feel to be back in your arms. It had been an agonizingly slow 12 months being away from each other. But all of that time had passed and there would be a reunion in the very near future.

As the taxi began winding down a very familiar pathway, the butterflies in his stomach began to flutter with each passing house. Every time he thought of your beautiful face there would be a spike in his heart rate. He always joked that you would be the death of him. Oh, but what a way to go. Truth be told, while he was overseas, the thought of not making it back was a reoccurring thought that passed his mind on a daily basis. Never being able to see your smile or hear your laughter again was the driving force that made him be sure, that come hell or high water he was coming back to you. The taxi pulled into the driveway and all of his anxiety had melted away.

He tipped the cab driver as he helped him with his small bit of luggage.

“Welcome home, son,” the old man said with a gentle smile.

Syverson thanked him in turn and all but sprinted to the front porch. He fumbled with his keys for a moment while trying to remain quiet. He couldn't ruin the surprise now. Eventually gaining entry to the house, taking a breath of relief the captain savored the scent of home. Apples and cinnamon. Dragging his luggage behind him, he made a beeline toward the bedroom. As he set his bags near the closet, he found only an empty bed. Making his way back down the corridor and into the living room is where he found you. Basking in the glow of the television light, asleep on the couch in one of his old t-shirts that had vanished under mysterious circumstances. His heart began to swell with love to the point Syverson was sure it would burst.

He ran a gentle hand down the side of your face before crouching down to the couch level. He loved watching his sleeping beauty. But, as beautiful as you looked, it was time for the surprise.

“Bug,” he whispered while nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “Bug...c’mon pretty girl, open your eyes.”

Sleep still had a strong hold on you as stirred and your body shifted to its side facing him.

“Baby..baby..” He began to pepper kisses on your forehead and cheek.

“C’mon little one.., you have a surprise waiting for you.”

When your eyelids finally fluttered open, they were greeted with a warm smile.

With sleep still heavily coating your voice you revealed “Oh no...I can’t handle these dreams anymore.”

Syverson was fairly certain that he could feel his heart rip at your confession. You closed your eyes in an effort for unconsciousness to claim you again when you heard: “With the way I look, you must be having nightmares.”

Opening your eyes again, you’re met with the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. Sitting up and placing a shaking hand against his whisker covered cheek you take in a shallow breath. This couldn’t be your subconscious playing another vile trick on you. Could it?

“Sy?”

“Hi, bug.”

He braced himself for the gentle attack that was to be expected. You were never one to hide your affections and 3 am was no exception. Throwing both arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, and lips pressed to his, Syverson was knocked unceremoniously to the ground. Thank God you had decided against hardwood flooring.

Breaking away from the kiss Syverson reveals “You know, I'd be lying if I said this wasn’t one of the welcome home greetings I was imagining.”

Typically you’d have a smart ass response but seeing as you were still in a state of shock all you can manage to say was “When did you get back?”

“I landed about an hour ago and rushed all the way back here.”

You needed a minute to take in the scene before you. A year's worth of love letters and short skype calls had done no justice in leading up to the moment that you found yourself in. Placing a stray hair behind your ear and running his thumb across your cheek, he wiped away a tear that had broken the barrier.

“You have absolutely no idea how much I missed you.” You confessed while leaning back down into a bruising kiss.

Breaking away for a mere second, Syverson reveals his own confession.

“Darlin’ I’m fairly certain I can match you in that department.”

Before any room for a rebuttal could be questioned you're met with another searing kiss. A year's worth of pent up love and affection had been building up to all of those kisses and gentle caresses. And while you were certain to have traces of beard burn the following day, you couldn’t seem to care.

After a few more lingering kisses here, while laying on the floor and using your fiancé as your personal space heater and pillow, there was one question that still remained.

“Babydoll, what were you doing sleeping on the couch?”

You hardly looked comfortable in the position that the Captain had found you in. When he usually got home from work, he’d find you hogging the blankets and his side of the bed.

“I just started to prefer sleeping here.”

“Why?”

“Because the bed stopped smelling like you. When that happened it seemed as though you were gone forever and I could--I couldn’t handle that.”

While retelling the origin story of your new found sleep space, tears had filled your eyes about the possibility of your soon to be husband not coming back home. Syerson gently pulled your head back down to his chest and shushed away the fears that your mind was trying to convince you were a reality.

“I promised you I’d come back and here I am. I’ll always keep my promises to you, bug.”

With your heart simultaneously feeling lighter and fuller than ever before, you rose to your feet and began collecting your pillow and blanket.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for the best night of sleep that I’ll have had in ages.”

Offering an outstretched hand, Syverson pulls himself to his feet with a coy smile.

“What are you thinking about?”

Shrugging his shoulders he responds with an apathetic, “Oh, nothing important.”

As it turns out, with one swift movement, Syverson had managed to throw you over one of his broad shoulders.

“Syverson!” you playfully swat at his backside.

“Ooh, bug! And here I thought you were tired.”

The short walk to the bedroom ended with you being unceremoniously plopped onto the bed.

“Well, I was, but then as it turns out, reality had become better than my dreams could ever hope to be. Truly, baby, my subconscious version of you doesn’t hold a candle to the real deal.”

With an embarrassed chuckle, Syverson finds solace in burying his face in your neck with soft kisses. “Hmm, flatterer.”

“Now, now, don’t be getting all bashful on me now.”

“Bashful? And when have you ever known me to be bashful?”

Now it was your turn to wear the coy smile “It has been quite an awfully long time, honey, I think you may have to prove how bold you can be.”

“I fully intend to.”

Not that the two of you could ever forget each other, there was an ample amount of time reconnecting. Beard burn be damned.

The following afternoon, Syverson had awoken to find himself in a bit of a predicament; the two of you were tangled up in the sheets and one another. Truly he couldn’t tell where you started and he ended. Not that he’d have it any other way. It was so nice to be home and in the arms of his love. With the sunlight gifting you with its rays, it depicted you as the angel he’d always thought you to be. Morning hair and all.

Raising from your slumber, you find yourself on the receiving end of such a love filled stare, it could knock a grown man to his knees. “You know, pictures last longer.”

‘Good morning to you too, beautiful. I don’t know that a camera would do you justice. Besides, remember what happened last time I took a picture of you?”

“Uhm that was your own fault for not keeping it in a safer place than your wallet.”

“I didn’t know it would fall out!”

“Neither did the poor private who picked up and returned it to you!”

Once upon a time ago, Syverson had taken a not so safe for work picture of the two of you. He’d said that he needed something to remind him of what he had waiting for him at home. Something that would light a fire under his ass so he could come home faster. Nothing in the picture would be depicted as overly explicit, but the implication of what had taken place previously was there. Similar to your position know. You were laying against the captain's chest with nothing but the sheet covering almost all of you except for the top of your breasts. A rather shy private had seen the captain drop his wallet. While the wallet had been retrieved immediately, a picture had slipped out of it’s home. Upon returning it, the private couldn’t find it in himself to look his superior in the eyes. A perfect snapshot, indeed. Syverson found the situation to be quite comical.

“‘Poor private’ my ass. Even when you’re not there you’re still gettin’ me into trouble. Besides which, he got to be on the better end of the stick. Gettin’ to see the most magnificent woman he will more than likely ever lay his eyes on.”

“And you call me the flatterer?”

After a few stolen kisses and nuzzling into each other, a question presented itself.

“Did you turn off the T.V. last night?”

#Feedback is welcome as always #BUT BE NICE #Captain Syverson #Captain Syverson oneshot #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill oneshot #he's gonna be the death of me #I swear

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kirawritesaboutevanstan · 6 years

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The anchor in their lives - Chapter eight

Author's note: Chapter eight here we gooo. This is honestly just fluff and cuteness. I loved writing this chapter and I think that they deserve some fluff for a bit until my brain gets an idea to pop their happy little bubble because I am all about that angst and draaamaa.

Enjoy this might not last, who knows?

also a quick note Bucky is as much of a beast as he is in Civil war. Because I am all about that look!

Summary: When two super soldiers lives get turned upside down, they move into an apartment in Brooklyn, trying to deal with their past and figure out their futures. So what happens when the apartment next door gets a new resident, one who has the potential to change their lives in ways they could never imagine. The question is; Will they let her?

Pairings: Stucky x Original Character Annie

Disclaimer: This story may contain strong language, polyamorous relationships and eventually smut, mental health talks( anxiety, depression, PTSD and so on. If you’re not comfortable with any of those, you might not want to read this series.

Warnings: Just fluff and domestic cuteness. Loads of time skips? hopefully, it’s not too confusing.

Interested in reading more of my stories? Well, you can find them right here.

Looking for the masterlist for this series? Well, look no further. It's right here.

TAGLIST IS OPEN, for this series and my permanent one. Currently, those are the only taglists I have. Contact me either by an ask or message which one you prefer x

Previously...

CHAPTER 8:

ANNIE'S POV

She hadn't slept all night the worries buzzing in her mind like a beehive in the summertime.

What if this was a mistake. What if she messed this up and they ended up hating her. What if she did come between them. What if she fell out of love with one of them. What if...

All these worries and questions buzzed through her head like a broken record, the same thoughts over and over. They kept repeating when she got up to get ready. What if...

When she took the bus to University. What if...

All through the classes and lectures, she paid no attention to anything being said. What if...

When classes ended, and she took the bus home. What if...

Unlocking the door to Steve and Bucky's place. What i-

Her mind went blank as she stared at Bucky standing in the kitchen bare-chested with his back turned to her as he looked to be concentrating on something. She looked at his back, this was the first time that she saw him like that and she felt the heat rise from her toes to her cheeks, all through her body.

His back was broad and muscular, but his spine was still apparent. It was apparent how well the serum had worked on him. Bucky was an absolute beast, a walking and breathing killing machine but with a gentle heart and a kind soul, a fact that not a lot of people knew. Her eyes fell on where his metal arm connected with his shoulder, her eyes traced the pattern of those angry looking scars. She sighed a little too loud, and he swung around facing her with a panicked look on his face. "Hi," She said her voice a few octaves higher than usual. Bucky gulped, and he looked seriously freaked out. "Uh, hi. I didn't hear you" Annie wondered how he hadn't heard her come in for a brief moment, wasn't he supposed to be a super soldier? "Uh, let me go put on a shirt," he added and averted his eyes. "You don't have to do that Bucky" she reassured him and he grimaced. He stood there unsure for a moment as Annie walked to stand in front of him looking up at his face.

She felt brave, and all the worries had evaporated from her mind as she looked at him as she reached up one hand to rest it on his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her hand on his skin, and he leaned into her touch. "You don't have to hide from me, James." She whispered as she stroked his cheek with her thumb, his eyes opened wide as he heard his name. "What did you just call me?" he muttered, and Annie worried that she had done something wrong until she saw the gleam in his eyes. "James?" "I like how you say my name" He mumbled and essentially beamed which made her chuckle and cup his cheeks in her hands. "Say it again please." "James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes" Annie muttered, "you are a gift for this world." He beamed even brighter and leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. Her whole body felt like it was on fire as she stood there with him her heart beating calmly in her chest and she knew that she belonged right here with him and Steve.

Bucky and Annie settled down on the couch, he did end up putting on a shirt claiming that he was cold, but they were sitting closer than they ever had. Annie was working on an assignment for her History class with her feet resting in his lap, she had sneakily snuck them closer and closer to him until they were on top of him. His flesh hand was gently holding onto her ankle and would occasionally rub little circles into her skin. He was watching Masterchef, his favorite tv show and that was where they spend their whole day.

"Can I help you cook?" Bucky asked out of nowhere as Annie stood in the kitchen preparing to make pizzas, her eyes met him and she smiled. "Are you sure?" She asked him surprised by his question and then added: "I mean you are more than welcome to." Bucky nodded with a determined look on his face. "You have to guide me though. I have never made pizzas, and generally, I'm rusty in the kitchen. I tried cooking for Steve a while back, and it was a mess." Annie chuckled and made room for him to work next to her. "Come on then. I will teach you the ways of the pizza" Annie joked, and Bucky grinned.

She instructed him how to roll out the dough she had made earlier and got him to stir the homemade tomato sauce. She had decided not to get him to cut anything just yet, but she made sure that he felt useful and gave him loads of smaller jobs, which he took very seriously. His face scrunched up in concentration as he rolled out the dough or opened the packages of pepperoni. It was endearing how determined he was to do this and to do it right.

She had asked him to stir the tomato sauce when she heard him swear and hiss, she turned around to see him covering his eye. "What happened?" She asked him immediately worried. "I got something in my eye, and it hurts like hell" He complained looking more like a little boy with that scrunched up face and a pout on his lips. "Let me take a look" Annie cooed and pulled him over to her, she removed his hand, and he groaned. She couldn't see properly because she was too short, so she pushed some stuff away from the counter and jumped up to be at his height level. She pulled him in between her legs, and she had to look down a little, she grabbed his face tilting it upwards to her, and sure enough, a tiny bit of spice was hugging his eyeball. "Stand still," she told him and reached into to his eyes, he moved his head and stared at her. "What are you doing?" he asked confused and she chuckled and thought to herself how this adorable human could ever be capable of killing people. She pushed the thought out of her head, that was not something that she should think about. "I'm going to get it out of your eye, stop squirming. I won't hurt you. I promise" Bucky did not look convinced but stood still as she opened up his eye with one hand and very gently touched his eyeball. His eyes fluttered as she got the tiny piece out and held it up to examine it. It was a piece of oregano he looked down at it on her finger as she smiles and says. "Blow" He stares at her puzzled "What?" She grins and repeats. "Blow it away and make a wish." "I don't think it works like that," he replies warily and Annie giggles. "How would you know? Have you ever tried?" she challenges his teasingly, and he smiles and then blow it away. "What did you wish for?" He laughs, actually laughs and Annie is filled with pride because she was the reason for him make that beautiful sound. "I can't tell you that" he laughed and he joined in. "Oh come on, please?" She begs and grabs his hands intertwining her fingers, he looks down at his hands in hers and then up at her. "I-I can show you?" He mumbles although it sounds more like a question. Annie nods encouraging him to do whatever it was that he wanted.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then moves closer to her. Annie's stomach ignites with anticipation at what she thinks is about to happen, and she closes her eyes. He stops just in front of her, but she can feel his breath on her lips, his nose touches hers as he sort of hovers in front of her. She was about to lean in when he presses his lips to her in a hesitant and soft kiss. It sets her whole body on fire as she feels his warm lips on hers. She kisses him back with eagerness but also gently not wanting to scare him off. He gains a bit of confidence, and he deepens the kiss a little, his mouth opening up a little and she follows along. He pulls back after a few more kisses, and she leans her forehead on his cheek then she presses one long kiss to his jaw before pulling back meeting his eyes. His eyes are filled with such endearment and affection that it takes her breath away momentarily. They stare at each other for a while Bucky hands right next to her, his thumbs touching her thighs.

"We should probably get back to cooking before Steve comes home" Annie mutters, and Bucky nods, she couldn't help but notice the little spark in his eyes as she mentioned Steve. She jumped down, and they continued cooking in comfortable silence both minds occupied by the kiss that they just shared.

STEVE'S POV

He walks into the apartment and is met with the delicious smell of food being made. He sees Bucky standing in the kitchen in an apron, and he looks up at him when Steve enters. His face turning into a soft smile.

"Hey Buck, what are you doing?" Steve greets him and walks over to the counter, which he had gotten fixed a few days, running his hands over the smooth marble. "Cooking dinner," Bucky said plainly like it was the most natural thing in the world. "I can see that. Where is Annie?" Steve asks chuckling as he reaches out for his hand and Bucky meets him halfway placing his hand in his. "Bathroom" "Ah okay. How was your day?" He asks rubbing his palm "It was fine. Annie taught me how to make pizza" Bucky announces proudly making Steve chuckle "Is that so?" Bucky nods vigorously.

"I think the pizzas are al-" Annie's voice rings out as she turns the corner and then stopping. "Oh Hey, Steve! When did you get home?" She greets him looking at the two men holding hands and smiles. "Just now" He replies grinning at her. "welcome home then," She says as she walks past him and kisses his cheek making him blush and bends down to look at the pizzas. Both men's eyes land on her butt as she checks on their food neither one of them noticed that she stood up and she saw their eyes had been locked on her behind and blushed. Steve coughed and averted his eyes Bucky simply looked away as they got busted in staring at her ass.

That night they ate and watched movies all night. Bucky retired halfway the third movie saying that he was tired which meant it was just Steve and Annie left. They wished him a good night, and he shuffled off to bed.

Annie turned to Steve and crawled towards him, she lost the warmth of Bucky on her side, and she felt a bit cold. Steve chuckled when she cuddled up next to him pressing her face into his chest and practically wrapping herself around him. It felt natural and simple like they had done this a hundred times before. Steve pulled her further into his chest and swaddled her in his arms, she sighed in content. Steve pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and she giggled looking up at him with a grin on her face. After a few minutes she sat up suddenly on her knees and moved to his side, she reached one hand up to move some of his hair out of his face tenderly stroking his face looking into his eyes. "You're beautiful," Annie whispers as her fingers caress the side of his face. His arm was is resting on the armrest reach up to touch her face, holding it into the palm of his hand. "So are you." Their eyes gaze into each other for a long time until Steve whispers. "I would really like to kiss you right now" Annie's stomach does another flip just like earlier "Can I?" She leans in closer to him, and he meets her halfway as their mouths meet and melt into one. Annie leans into his chest as he puts his arms around her pulling her closer.

Yep, this was where she belonged.

Fin x

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themagiciansreccenter · 6 years

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Author Spotlight @cldfiredrgn

Every week we are going to be interviewing a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

I’m cldfiredrgn on Tumblr, Coldfiredragon on ao3

Well, I’m in my early-thirties. College consisted of a combination of political science, english, and psychology. (not a combination I’d recommend unless you want to take it to grad level or beyond), though it is useful for writing. I’m a gamer who grew up on comics and anime. I’m an all around geek who listens to EDM, electro industrial, jazz, electro-swing, and punk. We have 2 cats, no kids, and a spare bedroom dedicated to our toy collection.

How long have you been writing for?

I started posting fic in high school. I wrote a few original pieces for 4-H projects, because mom wanted me to participate but I wasn’t the ‘get dirty/hands on’ kind of kid. I made it to state one year for my writing. I floored the regional judges with something that was more anime inspired and adult, they loved it.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

Watching the first episode, shortly before season 2 premiered, and my jaw hitting the floor that Quentin and Eliot seemed to be flirting! I was hooked from the first episode. I hadn’t written anything in a couple of years. It was so nice to have a fandom again.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Eliot and Quentin, but Eliot is the character that hooked me. I kinda share his backstory. I’m the rural farm kid from a heavily Christian family who got out. Thankfully I still have a good relationship with my parents.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

I prefer either season 1, or season 3. I’m absolutely dreading when ‘Shoulder to Shoulder With You’ reaches season 2 material and having to fit Eliot’s season 2 arc into that universe.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I’m also working on ‘Shoulder to Shoulder’ (StS). It’s my monster and my baby! We crossed 100,000 words together 2 chapters ago. Hmm, an idea about it? Well, I hate to give too much away, but a few things are coming up.

My version of the Virgo blade storyline is just a few chapters away! The resolution of that will be the end of the current ‘Fall’ arc….

Wait? You still want a Spoiler? I can I can give you one… Arc 3 is titled ‘The Chatwins’ and will focus on the group finding out about the time-loops and the roles that Jane and Martin play in their lives. Then they are off to Fillory!

How long is your “to do list”?

I have a lot of ideas on the back burner. Officially though:

The next chapter of my Queliot soulmate AU -- ‘My Hands Pass Through’

Never Ending StS chapters

My Trials project, which I’m not 100% decided on yet.

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

“Shoulder to Shoulder With You’ is the story I’ve put the most work into ever. It has to be my favorite or I couldn’t continue it. I love the universe. I love how it’s already diverged from canon, I love where it goes and how I’ve been able to put my own spin on the arcs from the show so they will be fresh for readers of my story. Quentin and Eliot, the whole group, they continue to surprise me as the story evolves.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

‘All Part of the Deal’ The summary doesn’t do it justice. The fic started as a response to a kink meme but truly is an exploration of Eliot’s relationship to his telekinesis. It explores how he quietly hates his powers even as he clings to them because they’ve given him the only family and home he’s ever had. It’s also a subtle commentary on his addiction and how he’s sought out this thing that he thinks he needs, even if inherently destructive.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

Once I write something it tends to be written. I edit and tweak it once its on paper, but the majority of major edits are mental. I’ll think through a series of events a dozen times but the version that gets typed is usually the version I adhere to.

If something gets deleted on accident it tends to be gone. I’m never as happy with a document I have to recreate from scratch as I was with the original.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I write during the season and all through the hiatus. With ‘StS’ I watched season 3 while constantly editing how the events would shift the story. StS is at its core an alternate 40th loop, so the general rule of thumb has been ‘if it happens in the show, then some version of it will happen in StS’

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

“Shoulder to Shoulder’ because it has so many moving parts now. Every change I make to canon is a domino effect. Penny and Alice dating now effects Penny’s arc with Kady and Julia later, Eliot dating Quentin before Fillory impacts his ‘marriage’ arc(s). I had to completely change what happens with Loria because he and Idri would never end up engaged. I had to re-arrange who found certain keys because certain people are in different places. It’s a never ending cycle of cause and effect.

Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?

I like to use music when I can. I have a weird relationship to water and rain. I love the theme of soul-mates and chosen family. Exploring emotion is something I embrace, as most of you know I’m a great lover of angst.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Lev obviously inspired me. He gave me my current fandom, but he’s inspired my personal writing too. I love how he can breeze through large amounts of time in a few paragraphs. Herman Wouk is inspirational because of his scale. ‘The Winds of War’ and “War and Remembrance’ managed to put the reader into every phase and conflict of World War II.

J.K. Rowling, I was a huge Harry Potter fan writer for a long time.

Alan Moore for ‘Watchmen’ Dozens of comic writers

C.S. Friedman’s ‘Coldfire Trilogy’ (where my main username draws influence)

Fanfic writers: EdgarAllanCat ( @goddessjuliawicker) Lexalicious70 ( @all-hale-eliot) , Rays ( @under-the-shady-tree) @gwendolynflight, @oneeyeddestroyer, Sullyandlulu ( @highestkingbambi) , LadySilviana, @highkingfen , @echomoon , dozens of others. This has been the best fandom I’ve ever been part of, all of you make it amazing!

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

I devour fanfic! I’m finishing ‘The Magicians Land’ I follow real world news despite how depressing it is.

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

That my whole body of work was horrible. I wrote for a comics fandom for several years, and found a rant post on a blog site that tore a lot of what I did to shreds, but ultimately at lot of points they made were valid. I wrote volume instead of quality, to fill challenge tables with poorly executed AU scenarios. They weren’t good, they were dark for the sake of the challenge prompts. It made me stop for a while, and get back into writing with focused projects.

Cringe time:

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

I’m sure there are, and you guys probably know them better than I do.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

It was a Gundam Wing fic, and I don’t.

Rapid Fire Round:

Self-edit or Beta? -- Self-edit with an editing program

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes? -- Comments

Smut, Fluff or Angst? -- Angst

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn? -- Slow Burn

Favourite season? -- 3

Favourite episode? -- ‘A Life In a Day’’

Favourite book(The Magicians Books)? - 'The Magicians'

Three favourite words? ‘Symmetry, cacophony, sisyphean

Anything you want to add?

My ask box is always open, I love to talk about my writing, and I love user feedback

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

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creideamhgradochas · 6 years

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Thanks to the lovely @youngmoneymilla for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Eliza, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I did love writing OC’s because I have a lot of fun with physical description. However, that was when I wasn’t aware of Reader Inserts since I just recently came back into the fanfic world. Reader Inserts are great because I have to work that much harder on giving them a backstory/personality and not focus at all on physical description. Plus, everyone gets to read the work and hopefully find themselves in it. The only thing I hate is being unable to use a name. I can’t write “Y/N” bc it bugs me haha.

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Ummm Angst probably? I’m a huge horror fan so, I’m trying to incorporate that into more work.

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

“It Would Have Made it True” just because I didn’t really connect with it that much and the ending was rushed.

5) When is your preferred time to write?

11 am to 10 pm haha. I’m an asshole and write a lot during my job.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

I have about a million fics bookmarked from over the years, literally fics from when I was in high school to now. They’re so gorgeously written and they inspire me to write. I pretty much only read non-fiction outside of fanfic so, that doesn’t really work.

7) What’s your favorite scene that you’ve written?

Bathtub/Bedroom scene in the second part of “Bungalows and Baths”

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Yep. In one fic, I included a descriptive characteristic for the reader that implied she was white. It hadn’t even occurred to me but, I immediately fixed it when someone pointed it out.

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

Tossup between Bucky and Steve. Bucky has the very obvious trauma and grief that’s interesting to write about but, Steve has a lot of buried darkness that’s subtle and extremely intriguing.

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

Maybe Bruce? I don’t care that much for his character (despite the fact I love Hulk)

11) How do you come up with the titles for your stories?

A lot of the time, it’s a line that’s said throughout the narrative. However, I have a word doc filled with random quotes I like and I usually throw something together. I always think up the title at the end and it’s always an afterthought. Titles blow.

12) What do you think is the best idea you’ve had for a story so far?

I am currently writing a Bucky x Reader fic (TRYING TO AT LEAST) that is going to take the team to New Orleans. It’s going to involve vampires since I wrote a novella about vampires back in high school and want to re-explore that mythology. However, there is going to be a lot of twists and it won’t be an AU, it’s just introducing the possibility of vampires in the MC universe. The reader and Bucky will both be struggling with the idea of themselves as monsters and trying to help themselves through that. It’s going to be a lot of voodoo and magic and angsty “will they, won’t they”. I’m going off on a tangent now but, that’s the gist. I have not written an actual series in a long time so, this would be my first one.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

There are many half-filled one- page word docs on my desktop that are rotting away as we speak. I just get bored or think of something else.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I’d love to do more fics with the same reader from Bungalows and Baths.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Lol I’m actually annoyed with how I ended 6 Times right now. Not sure why.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Omg I admire so many but, here are a few.

@bitsandbobsandstuff – obviously for her “Safe with Me” piece which is fantastic, emotional and well-paced. Pacing/keeping the reader on their toes is the hardest thing for me in a series and so, I really admire her ability to do that. I also LOVED her “A Million Invisible Threads” piece because it’s such a gorgeous character study on the Winter Soldier

@a-splash-of-stucky – She’s the Queen of Angst duh and a GORGEOUS writer. I love her stuff. A Messed Up Place left me weak.

@imhereforbvcky – Her “Mirror for the Sun” fic inspired me to start writing from Bucky’s POV actually. She’s just a beautiful writer.

@tilltheendwilliwrite – I love everything she writes. I love all the mythology she brings to her fics while still staying within the Avengers universe. Her smut is on another level, too. I find myself rereading her stuff again and again.

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Here and there. There are definitely moments in a fic where I think why did I keep that. It’s usually because I ended it too quickly or just wanted it over.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I love music when I write fics. It’s all movie scores. I have a spotify playlist for it.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

I’ve cried (ish) when writing anything that has to do with alcohol/substance abuse. I’ve been in and out of AA for the past two years and have finally started recovery again. I also have depression so, writing about that can leave me raw. Writing truly always helps though.

20) Which part of your fics have been the hardest to write?

SMUT. Jesus Christ. I struggle so hard with making smut sound hot, as well as lyrical so, it can fit with the narrative. I don’t want to reuse anything I’ve used in other fics before or repeat words but, it’s SO hard (pardon the pun). I always forget what position they’re in and where the body parts need to go. It’s legitimately why I have yet to write a Stucky x Reader fic. I can’t introduce another person into my difficult SMUT journey.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I usually have a general idea and I’ll have a very vague outline going. I just write everything out like word vomit and go back and edit.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

That some of the best stories I’ve read aren’t necessarily the ones with the most likes or comments. I stumble upon stuff and wonder “HOW DOES THIS NOT HAVE 2K LIKES”.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

That’s tough. Maybe the stuff I wrote in the beginning where I didn’t have many followers. I loved the concept of “You Don’t Mean for it to Happen” but, sometimes I want to rewrite the whole thing. I put a lot of myself into “I Think of You All the Time” but, I feel like that got some good traction. IDK. Bungalows and Baths got a crazy amount of love. Did not expect that but, v grateful.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Nope. I appreciate any love haha.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Well, I think it goes without saying that every reader character has a little bit of the author in there. I think I pull from some of my friends but, not really.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Someone once said that their soul was marked by “Bungalows and Baths” which was amazing haha.

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I haven’t really gotten criticism other than that time I screwed up on including a feature for a white reader. I felt terrible about that.

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Not really. I don’t have people to share them with haha.

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

My best friend knows but, she doesn’t read fanfic. Shockingly, my mom and sister know but, I told them that they could never read them. I just share reviews with them. My mom likes to know that I’m staying creative.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

Oh jeez idk if I have one. Natasha isn’t considered a minor character but, she usually plays a side character in my stories and she’s fun to write for.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Once I get started, I’m usually good at keeping it going. Music helps.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

Probably slow burn romance or one of the lovers is injured/captured. I also am a huge sucker for love triangles because I’m greedy AF.

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Lawl this might not have been the first one but, I read a Lizzie Mcguire SMUT piece when I was maybe in 6th grade and was severely chilled to the bone. I was trash even at 12.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst. I always write better when I’m emotionally distraught and tortured. Although as I get older, I realize this isn’t fabulous for my own mental health.

#milestone celebration #ask the author #youngmoneymilla

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celestialarcadia · 4 years

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Dear Chocolatier

This ended up kind of long. I really hope this doesn’t come across as too picky! While I’ve included prompts and general rambling, I can’t predict everything that I’d be interested in--so as long as your idea doesn’t fall under my DNWs, I’ll be happy to read whatever you come up with! This is mostly geared towards fic, since I’m not very good at talking about art, but I’d also be ecstatic about art fills. Full letter under the cut. (Note that I missed nominations, so I was limited to whatever was in the tagset; not all of my favorite relationships in these works are represented.)

What you need to know about me is that most, if not all, of my favorite pairings include some element of opposites attract. I’m not sure that’s the right phrase to use, since it’s often not literal opposites that attract me to a pairing. What I love is when characters have some sort of large difference(s) between them that is impossible to ignore, requires there to be communication between the members of the pairing, and (this is the big one!!) all the members of the relationship love each other in part because of the differences between them as well as recognizing the similarities they have. It’s a bit hard to explain in words, but I hope that helps. To use examples from the pairings I’ve requested: human/elf, human/alien, alien/different alien, human/robot AI, mage/warrior, warrior/diplomat, witch/fairy, angel/demon...I let out a dreamy sigh just typing those out, which should explain how much I love this trope lmao.

I want happy endings. There’s a place for tragedies, but I need to be in a very specific mood to gain satisfaction from them, and right now in my life I can’t really appreciate them much. I generally prefer a “happily ever after”, but “happy for now” is also acceptable (and is more appropriate for several of the pairings on this list). While I enjoy fluff, I’d also be happy with something more dramatic as long as it ultimately has a HEA/HFN. I’ve enjoyed hurt/comfort, but I usually prefer them to be heavy on the comfort.

Regarding smut: I’m fine with or without it. I’m asexual and porn does nothing for me sexually, but I can enjoy erotica, even PWPs, as an exploration of intimacy between characters. (Not necessarily even romantic intimacy--I’ve enjoyed smut about friends with benefits.) Stuff I enjoy in smut: blindfolds; body worship; bondage; cunnilingus; edging; facesitting; femdom/malesub; gentle domination; intercrural; mirror sex; multiple orgasms; mutual masturbation; pegging; praise kink; service topping; vibrators; wax play. And if the scene goes into BDSM territory, aftercare!

However! I am also a very, very big fan of non-sexual intimacy. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, spooning, literal sleeping together, massages, holding hands, words of affirmation...I could go on and on. Love it all. If you headcanon a character in a requested pairing as asexual, go for it!

Special shoutout to characters bathing together (preferably in a very large bathtub or similar body of water). It can easily lead to sex, and I don’t mind if it does, but I almost prefer if it doesn’t cross that line.

General DNW: 24/7 D/s, A/B/O, abuse between characters in requested pairings, ageplay, amnesia, ass to mouth, BDSM society AU, bestiality, bloodplay in settings without magical healing, breathplay, cancer, canon bi character portrayed as straight or gay, canon gay character portrayed as straight or bi, cheating/infidelity by character in a requested pairing, crossovers, daddy/mommy kink, death of a character's parent(s) as a major plot element (references to canon parent death OK but try not to linger too long on it), describing genitals of any kind as "weeping", dub-con, eating disorders, enemas, explicit underage, fake relationship, feederism, fisting, guro, hatesex, humiliation kink, incest, inflation, kidfic (canon kids OK but I'd rather not have a fic centering around them), lactation kink, love triangles, maledom/femsub, necrophilia, nipple clamps, permanent death of a character in a requested pairing, petplay, plots centered around prejudice or -isms, pregnancy, rape/non-con, rape roleplay/consensual non-consent, reader insert, rimming, scat, school-related AU, self-harm, sex in public places, soulmates AU, sounding, spanking, vore, watersports/omorashi, zombies

Some of these fandoms/pairings have more written about them than others. Please don’t take that as an indication that I’ll be disappointed if you pick a pairing or fandom I’ve written less about here--I really will be happy with any of these pairings!

Cinderella Phenomenon

(Psst...this is a free game...consider playing it?)

Delora/Parfait: I didn’t consider this pairing until I saw it in the tagset and now I 100% ship it. Love me a goth witch and pastel fairy couple. I’d like to see them negotiating around the drastically different perceptions of witches and fairies in Angielle. Or maybe something a bit fluffy, like sharing a stolen moment away from the Marchen, or just taking a break from the trials of everyday life.

Pairing-specific DNW: Work set during/after Rumpel’s, Waltz’s, or Fritz’s routes

Lucette Riella Britton/Karma: While I enjoyed the game as a whole, I think Karma’s route was my favorite. For all his eccentricities, Karma recognizes Lucette’s terrible upbringing and how it affected her before the other characters do, and the fact that he’s a prince means that you can get up to some really nice royal intrigue and politics with this pairing. (Also, I wonder--does Karma continue to wear dresses after his curse is broken, just for the fun of it?)

Pairing-specific DNW: Explicit smut (fade-to-black is fine)

Dragon Age

Fandom-specific DNW: Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor sides with templars, rivalmances for DA2 LIs, Cullen as major character

Alistair/Male Surana: Oh, Alistair, my first DA love. Even though he never actually became a templar, he was still trained as one, and I think that could cause some issues in a relationship with a mage. And being an elf mage? Whew. Even though I don’t want something where Alistair becomes king, I’m fine with something where they discuss the possibility of Alistair becoming king, as long as they ultimately decide not to put him on the throne. You could also do something set after DAO/Awakening, where both are active Wardens--maybe they’ve been separated for a few months for Warden-y reasons and they’ve just reunited?

Pairing-specific DNW: Alistair as king, Loghain recruited into Wardens

Fenris/Hawke: Any gender Hawke is fine (I just have m!Fenhawke tagged because it was in the tagset). My Hawke is female, but feel free to write male or nb Hawke; my Hawke is also a mage, because I like the idea of them falling in love despite the tension that causes between them--but if you’d rather write a warrior/rogue Hawke, that’s also good. (If you want to include specific details about my Hawke: she’s named Samantha, specializes in healing, and is mostly purple/joking with a blue/diplomatic streak. I headcanon her as asexual even if it can’t really be replicated in the game. But I’ll be fine with whatever Hawke you choose to write.)

Zevran Arainai/Warden: Like with Fenris, I’m not picky about which genre or origin you pick and only put in the tags in the set for matching purposes. My Zev-romancing Warden is a f!Brosca, but if you prefer another gender/origin, do whatever you want. These two are my favorite enemies-to-lovers pairing, in part because Zevran never had any hard feelings for the Warden in the first place. (And the Warden telling Nathaniel “Some of my best friends have attempted to kill me” during Awakening gains a whole new level of hilarity with romanced Zev.) Zev comes across as a devil-may-care flirt, but he turns out to be a respectful lover if you actually put the effort to get to know him beyond surface level. (Also, that cool-ass Crow armor from the World of Thedas artbook. A+)

Female Lavellan/Josephine Montilyet: Josie! (｡♥‿♥｡) And I romance her with a f!Lavellan, so it’s a nice coincidence that this was in the tagset lol. I’ll be good with just about anything you come up with for this pairing. Josephine is one of the few non-Dalish characters who at least tries to be respectful of Lavellan’s Dalish heritage, even if she is a bit clumsy about it sometimes. My Lavellan is a lesbian mage named Ilena if you’re interested in including those details, but I’ll be happy with any f!Lavellan.

Josephine Montilyet/Cassandra Pentaghast: Fun fact--I ship this because of a bondage fic I read lmao. They have a very interesting dynamic--a warrior who kills on a regular basis (even if for a good cause); a diplomat who has renounced violence. I won’t be picky about anything for this pairing, either.

Good Omens

Fandom-specific DNW: Reverse AU (I don’t mind these but I’m not interested in receiving one), Aziraphale falling, smut involving Crowley’s snake form, work set before Crowley’s fall, strict top/bottom dynamics

Note: I’ve read the book and watched the series. I’m fine with stuff set in either canon (hence why I requested both). If you want to combine elements from both, that’s cool too.

Aziraphale/Crowley: My most recent love. I have lots and lots of feelings (at least a billion) about these two. Enough that I have a goddamn LIST.

I’m fine with any combination of genders/presentations/efforts/pronouns for these two. I headcanon Aziraphale as being agender with he/him pronouns and Crowley as genderfluid, but again, anything works. Lately I’ve adored fics and art of butch female-presenting Aziraphale, too.

Chubby Aziraphale!! I love!! So much!! Dovetails very well with my interest in body worship (sexual or otherwise). Crowley loves his soft angel!! So much!! And! So much cuddling potential!! (More serious note: I’m not a huge fan of stuff where Aziraphale is extremely self-conscious about his body. Surely he’d miracle himself a different shape if he hated it so much? And he’s been around for millennia, so he’s witnessed beauty standards change drastically over time. It makes more sense in human AUs, but it’s still something I tolerate more than enjoy.)

I’m a big fan of “Aziraphale and Crowley through history” stuff. Pick a time period you like and go wild. Personally, I have a huge soft spot for the 1920s--Crowley would look amazing in a flapper dress. (Realistic or Hollywood-style, take your pick.) (I know that according to the TV script they didn’t see each other between the fight at St James and the church scene, but...bah. Flapper Crowley!!) Some great opportunities for mutual pining, or if you want to write an AU where they got together before the Notpocalypse, go for it.

I have a big soft spot for stuff where Crowley is in his snake form (no smut, please--if the story turns that way I want him in his human form for sex)

I will never ever get tired of “first love confession” or “first kiss” stories for these two because I am a romantic sap who just wants them to be happy (they’ve spent so long not being able to be close to each other! they deserve it!!)

Outsider POVs: “random normal person weirded out by bizarre relationship between fussy bookseller and his goth husband” is one of my favorite fandom tropes

Praise kink! I mentioned this in my general smut likes but it bears repeating here. The major fanon is Crowley having a praise kink, which is wonderful and valid (tfw your crush calls you nice and it turns you on so much you try to play it cool by shoving him against a wall). I’ve seen some stuff recently with Aziraphale having a praise kink and now that’s an idea. (He’s spent so long just wanting to be good for Heaven! Even though Heaven’s standard for what’s good is kind of terrible and they hate him anyway so he’d never be good enough for them! But Crowley knows that Aziraphale is good and he’s more than willing to tell him every little thing he loves about him! aaaaaaaa) Regardless of who has the kink, I think they’d be a bit embarrassed at first at having it found out (Crowley: “Being turned on by compliments? C’mon, that’s not me” [it’s totally him]/Aziraphale: “It’s...a bit selfish, isn’t it?” [but since when has that stopped him]), but the other would be more than willing to indulge. (And while Aziraphale is naturally suited to provide praise, given how good he is with words, I think Crowley could grow into the role too, in his own way.)

Heart of the Woods

Tara Bryck/Morgan Fischer, Abigail Dalsing/Madison Raines: I put these two together because they’re so intertwined in the original game, but if you want to focus on one pairing over the other, that’s great! Something that really interests me would be seeing how Morgan and especially Abby would react to the...idiosyncrasies of modern-day America. Also, Abby being introduced to the internet could be hilarious. (Also also, Morgan getting to live her best butch life, and Tara being her slightly overly enthusiastic cheerleader.) On a more serious note, how does Maddie move on after leaving Taranormal?

Lake of Voices

(Psst...this is also a free game...consider playing it too?)

Kikka/Margret: I’m less interested in fluff for this pairing thanks to how dark the original material is, but I’d still rather not have something totally grim. Margret’s route isn’t truly romantic, not really, but considering the short period of time the game takes place during, that’s not surprising--so I’d like to see how their relationship progresses after the events of the game.

Mass Effect Trilogy

Fandom-specific DNW: Sabotaging the genophage cure; Control/Synthesis/Refusal endings; synthetics dying in Destroy ending (yes I know this is canon, no I don’t care; please don’t do post-ME3 if you aren’t willing to work around this); dead Wrex; no peace between geth and quarians (for ME3)

Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian: While Shakarian isn’t my favorite ME pairing, I do still love it. No Shepard without Vakarian, after all. They work so well as a battle couple and have such great chemistry. My Garrus-romancing Shepard is a Paragade Vanguard named Elliott, Earthborn/War Hero if you want those details.

Female Shepard & Mordin Solus: Death DNW doesn’t apply to this one; hit me with all the feels over Mordin’s death (I don’t like what you have to do for him to survive). Or avoid the issue by doing something set during ME2. Alien Sex Ed is always a classic trope, or something more serious regarding Mordin’s past as an STG operative or his work with the genophage.

Grunt & Female Shepard: Shepard is very proud of her strong krogan vat bby.

Kolyat Krios & Female Shepard: With or without Shep/Thane (”YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM”), either works. If there’s romance, how does Kolyat react to his missing dad showing up with a human girlfriend? Does Shepard try to become a part of Kolyat’s life or does she try to stay out of it? There’s less reason for Shepard to get involved if there’s no Thanemance, but I think there’s still opportunity there, since Kolyat and Thane keep in contact after the loyalty mission is completed.

Pairing-specific DNW: Thane dying

Thane Krios/Female Shepard: My favorite ME pairing! At least until BW fucked it up in ME3. (I still kind of haven’t forgiven them.) They have a very mature relationship, I think--both of them a bit weary--and they find solace in each other, at least until the inevitable. I would prefer a fic set during ME2, or in the time period between the end of ME2 and Shepard being detained before ME3. If you want to make something set during ME3, I’d like to see him receive treatment (not necessarily a cure, though I won’t complain if you go that route, but preferably something more realistic than “oh I took a pill and now I’m all better!” or similar) for Kepral’s. I also don’t like the defeatist “well, I guess I’m just gonna lay down and die now” attitude he has when you meet him at Huerta in ME3; it clashes so much with his entire ME2 arc, which has him realize that he does still have things to live for (his son, for one, and Shepard if you romance him). If you’re interested in details about my Shepard: her name is Diana; she’s a Paragon Infiltrator, Colonist/War Hero.

Pairing-specific DNW: Excessive focus on his illness (I know it’s a big part of his character, and I don’t expect people to avoid it entirely, but I don’t enjoy stuff that’s centered totally around it); Irikah bashing or trying to portray her as unimportant

Nyreen Kandros/Aria T’Loak: (STILL SCREAMING ABOUT BADASS TURIAN LADY) I want to see something from when these two were still together, or a fix-it where Nyreen doesn’t die and she and Aria enter a (possibly uneasy) truce. Less concerned about happiness for this one as long as neither of them dies; I’m fine if it ends up that their relationship just doesn’t work out.

EDI/Samantha Traynor: Geeky lesbian with a robot kink + sexy fembot = ooh la la. On a serious note, how would a human/AI relationship work? There’s a lot of possibilities here.

Stardew Valley

Fandom-specific DNW: Player siding with Joja-Mart

Abigail/Female Player, Elliott/Player, Leah/Female Player, Maru/Female Player: I’m putting these together not because I think they’re interchangeable (they’re not), but because what I want is basically the same for each of them--slice-of-life about the farmer and their partner (either dating or married...or dating then married; no kids please), with emphasis on how the partner’s personality and lifestyle meshes, or doesn’t mesh, with the player’s farm life. Maybe there’s conflicts that have to be resolved, compromises that have to be made. (But I do want them to eventually work it out and be happy together.) If you pick Elliott/Player, I’m fine with whatever gender farmer you want.

Sweet Fuse: At Your Side

Inafune Saki/Meoshi Kouta: One thing I enjoyed about Meoshi’s route is how he doesn’t have to give up games entirely in order to deserve love and improve as a person, he just develops a healthier relationship with gaming. I like the idea of Kouta participating in a fighting game tournament with Saki cheering him on...or maybe he taught her how to play and she’s a competitor too now? DUN DUN DUN. (but it’s all in good fun)

Pairing-specific DNW: Explicit smut (fade-to-black is fine)

Original Work

Dethroned and Dishonored Queen/Lone Loyal Female Knight

Lady Locked in a Tower/Lady Who Turns Into a Hawk

Female Werewolf Hunter/Her Boyfriend Who Gets Turned Into a Werewolf

Female Tall Muscular Badass/Female Short Chubby Nerd

Hiker/Sporty Girl Who Sprained Her Ankle Miles from Nowhere

Grumpy Lonely Sorceress/Female Courtesan She Hires for a Ritual

Female Witch/Female Werewolf

Female Witch/Female Demon She Accidentally Summons

Female Knight/Female Bath Attendant with a Crush

Female Gamer/Female Bookworm

Female Court Painter/Impatient Princess Sitting for a Painting

Female Armorsmith/Female Warrior Who Needs Frequent Repairs

Female Adventurer Lost in the Snow/Female Fire Spirit

Male Speakeasy Bartender/Male Speakeasy Piano Player

Librarian/Her Monster-Hunting Wife Who Keeps Dragging Her Into Wacky Supernatural Adventures

Sensible Royal Guardswoman/Arrogant but Skilled Court Sorceress

Dark Mage/Light Mage

Beleaguered Playwright/Actress Cursed to Ruin Any Show She’s In

Female Vampire/Female Vampire Hunter

Victorian Lady/Victorian Lady

GO WILD. Just don’t hit my DNWs. For the pairings that don’t specify the genders of both members, I’d prefer f/f works.

#chocolate box #exchange letter

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