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pascalssbabyy · 5 months

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Soaked 💦

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Joel wants to see how much you can give him and how much you can take. So much so that when he pushes just a tad too far, he makes you squirt for the first time.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, zero plot (opps?), no use of Y/N, not much description of reader but she has hair long enough to pull, age of reader isn’t mentioned but I do love an age gap (I can’t help it), pet names, dirty talk, hair pulling, dom!Joel (but he’s soft too), M!masturbation, F!oral, overstimulation, P in V, doggy 😈, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), reader has multiple orgasms (Joel’s insane in the bedroom you should know this), squirting, creampie.

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Joel knows exactly how to have you crumbling under his touch.

Right now all of your senses are heightened, skin easily sensitive to touch as you body lays against the softness of your mattress. Your backs falling in deeper to the cotton and your hips are locked tightly in place, being firmly fixed down by two muscular arms. Your foreheads cascaded in a thin sheen of sweat, your bare chest lifting vigorously as your lungs struggle for air, short but heavy gasps filling your parted lips. Your spines curved upwards, raising off the covers and shaky hands gripping hard to soft streaks of hair. You can’t stop the profound feeling of pleasure slide from your needy mouth, every moan and whimper tickling the back of your throat as Joel rest his head in between your thighs.

You knew this was going to be happening tonight, something Joel had wanted to delve deeper into for a while. He had warned you beforehand but fuck you’ve never been this drunk off Joel’s touch before. His hold on your sides cascades down and all around your body, every limb and muscle reacting to his minor touches, his mouth already delivering an intense orgasm from your sensitive cunt.

You’d thought he’d let you rest, give you some time to recover and regain some energy until he brings his mouth down once again to explore your throbbing heat. But he doesn’t. Joel has no intention to stop his attack on your core, his words continuing to echo in the back of your mind, reminding you that he was in fact, no where near done with you.

His tall frame looks down at you, almost towering over as his calloused thumb strokes the plushness of your lips, “this is what’s gonna happen baby. M’gonna make you come all over my mouth”, you can see the way his pupils dilate, his stare taking in your reaction, the way you respond to his words, “n’ I ain’t stopping until I have you screaming by the end of the night.”

You can’t move. His command shivering it’s way deep into your heat, your arousal already seeping onto your panties as his deep, southern words claim the fabric. All you can courage is a simple nod, too afraid that your voice will deceive you. Joel’s eyes move across your face and linger lower at every inch of your skin as you stand at the edge of the bed, quivering hands planted on your bare thighs. You feel nervous, that unknown certainty of what’s to come filling your throat, but yet you can’t help the excitement corrupt it’s way down in your lower stomach.

“You know what to say if it gets too much. Don’t ya darlin’.”

You nod again.

Joel moistens the skin on his lips, a low tut pulling from his teeth, the harsh sound lingering in the thick air. “Words sweetheart. Don’t be shy with me baby, need you nice and vocal f’me, telling me how y’feeling. Think you can do that?”

Fuck the affect this man has on you. He needs to hear your voice, a simple nod of your head not being a good enough answer, “y-yes Joel.”

A smirk forms it’s way across his strong features, “now that’s a good girl.”

Joel gently removes your top, pulling it up and over your shoulders leaving your top half naked. You can hear him growl at the newly shown skin, your nipples perking up from the sudden cold breeze on your hot chest. His fingers glide across the curves of your breasts and down the sides of your rib cage, “no bra baby? Fuck I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” A shaky exhale leaves your lips as he removes the last item of clothing, slowly pulling your panties down your legs. He starts kissing and sucking every part of new skin and gripping as much flesh he can gather in his hands, moving your body with him so he can lie you at the top of his bed. Joel groans at the image in front of him, your naked body forever imprinting itself on his brain, your pureness remaining at the back of his eyelids even in your absence.

His gaze doesn’t leave yours. Both of his feet stay planted firmly on the cold wooded floor as his hands begin to remove the remains of his own clothes. The air in the room is covered in thick desire. The sound of shuffling and the heavy metal of a belt dropping onto the floor makes your heart thump as more of Joel’s skin becomes visible to your eyes. You just lie there and watch him undress, observe him while he reveals all of himself to you.

You take all of him in; his sharp facial features, his tanned skin, wide shoulders covered in sun freckles, the broadness of his arms to the plushness of his tummy has you melting for him. Your eyes wonder lower and lock onto his thickness. His cocks now fully hard, resting high between his strong thighs. His heads pulsing and becoming a deep shade of red, the tip of him now shiny as his pre-come starts to travel down his long shaft right down to the base.

Joel stands still. Watching as you look all over him and take in his whole frame. He brings his hand down and wraps it around his aching cock, hissing through his teeth at the touch. His hand covers himself so effortlessly, so different to how it looks when it’s your own, barely being able to wrap himself fully in your small grasp. The thought of how big he is compared to you sends shivers down your spine, becoming slightly impatient that he’s not touched you yet, where he knows you crave him the most.

“Please Joel,” you continue to watch him as you usher him over with your hand, every pump of his cock creating more arousal in between your legs, “please touch me.” His thumb rubs the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive area as the sides of his fingers begin to glisten with his arousal, “can’t help it baby—y’just so fucking pretty to look at, lying there lookin’ so sweet.”

You thrust your hips in the air, a small chuckle leaving Joel’s lips at your neediness, loving how affective you become to his actions, “open your legs darlin’, go on. Lemme see ya, show me that pretty pussy.”

Bottom lip pulled between your teeth you part your legs over the covers and plant both feet flat onto the mattress, revealing your drenched core to hungry eyes.

You’re a fucking sight to behold, your cunt pulsing in anticipation from just his darkened stare. He crawls his way up the bed, looking like a predator eyeing its prey, his gaze locking on your pussy that’s now only inches away from his face.

He bites the flesh of your inner thighs as he lies his body flat onto the mattress, both of his arms caging you close as his hands land on your stomach. “Fuck baby y,so wet—always s’wet aren’t you. So fuckin’ needy.”

He doesn’t wait for permission. He doesn’t have to, your moans and desperate words from before being all he needs to dive in.

It only takes you a few minutes to come on his tongue the first time. Joel’s skillful mouth easily pushing you to that edge, body convulsing under him as your clit pulses in between his lips, barley lifting his mouth off you as his praises help you through it. “Fuck yes baby that’s it—come on my mouth— that’s a good girl.”

It’s all so overwhelming. Your cunt dripping from your release and all over Joel’s mouth and chin, his tongue catching every single drop of your sweetness. You can feel your pussy already becoming sensitive and overstimulated, his tongue pressing down hard on your swollen clit. This is where he’d remove his face from between your thighs and fuck you, pulling another orgasm out of you with his cock. But he doesn’t stop. His mouth and tongue continuing their motions, fully committed to pushing you through another orgasm.

Joel wants more from you. No, he needs more. Not stopping his assault as he continues to urge you closer to your second orgasm. At this point you don’t think you can, your pussy already feeling so sensitive, it begins to feel too much. But by the look in Joel’s eyes, he has no intention of stopping.

You don’t realise you’re doing it, hands attempting to push his head away from you, the pressure of Joel’s tongue on your clit sending your mind elsewhere. But Joel’s hold remains firm, being so much stronger than yourself his mouth continues to latch tightly onto you, breathing heavily through his nose. Your mouths agape, whines echoing onto the walls, “f-fuck Joel I don’t think I can— this feels— oh my fuck!”

Joel’s head stays in between your thighs as he continues to flick and suck your clit into his mouth, every so often moving his attention lower to your neglected hole, making sure to swallow every single drop of you so it coats all of his tastebuds. Completely drunk off the taste of you.

Joel needed more and he was getting it.

“Fuck this pussy tastes s’good darlin’, need to feel ya come again.” He lifts his head up, giving you time to breath as your arousal coats the bottom half of his face, sticking to your inner thighs. The sight below you is filthy, Joel’s thumb rubbing your clit in small circles to keep the pleasure right there while he pushes you through it with his words.

He can sense your uncertainty, “you can do it baby it’s okay. Jus’ try n’ relax. Y’wanna make me happy don’t you?” You nod for him, always wanting to show him how well you’ll be for him, your desperate whines clinging to the skin on your lips.

“Then show me how this pussy comes f’me.”

You look down at him, body completely submissive, “f-uck Joel I can’t, jus’ fuck me please—s’too much.”

A low hum escapes his plush, swollen lips, “n’ I will baby. Jus’ give me one more and I’ll give it t’you. One more and you can have my cock.”

Fuck this man was going to be the death of you.

He brings his one hand down from there place on your stomach, two of his digits teasing the entrance of your pussy, “what d’you need baby. Tell me. Need my fingers filling you up? Will that make her come?”

The thought of his wide, calloused fingers fucking you sends shockwaves down your whole body, moaning into the thick air as he prods them just at the seam of your entrance. A smug smile erupts across his features, “fuck she does doesn’t she. She’s so greedy—needing to be filled. Okay darlin’ you can have them— lemme make y’feel good.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, abruptly shoving his digits into your pussy as you praise his name, “Joel—f-uck!”

He bits the plush skin of your thigh, “that’s it baby, there she is. Can already feel you clenching down on my fingers— fuck baby y’such a good girl. Doing s’well f’me.”

His tongue drops back down on your clit, flicking and swirling it around his mouth. He moans into your pussy as his eyes drop shut, giving in to the feeling of your cunt pulsing on his mouth as the vibration of his lips adds to the pleasure. His digits curve upwards, hitting that spongy spot inside that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the sound of your arousal and Joel’s mouth slurping your juices sends you that much closer to pinnacle bliss.

Your one hand grips hard on the quilt below you and the others back into his curls, pulling harshly to counteract the sensitive touch of his tongue on your core. Joel doesn’t seem to mind, the tight pull on his hair sends blood straight down to his leaking cock, his hips rustling against the covers underneath him, coating the fabric with his arousal.

You feel dizzy, that tightness bubbling up in your lower stomach again, ready to boil over. “J-Joel fuck—fuck y’gonna make me come—oh my god.”

He smirks against your pussy, knowing you just needed that extra push from him to get you there, “that’s it baby, let go—want this pussy to come on my face, lemme feel it.”

The orgasm that pulses through you is forceful, your whole body withering and convulsing under Joel’s grip as he holds you still. You’re chanting his name, Joel, Joel, Joel likes it’s the only word in your vocabulary, your mind holding only him behind it. You push his head closer to your heat, thighs closing in as your body spasms from the waves of pleasure that Joel’s igniting from you. Long and deep “mmm’s” leave Joel’s lips as he continues to fuck you with his tongue and fingers, pushing you through your high, swirling your hips in small circles so you can feel everything he’s giving you.

Once Joel feels your walls relax around his fingers and notices that your features have softened, he removes his mouth and digits from you. “Fuck y’did s’good baby. Christ you’re incredible,” he mumbles against your lower stomach, kissing his way up your body until his lips make contact with your breasts. He begins to suck and squeeze the soft flesh, twirling each nipple around his tongue and sucking them into his mouth, your hands pulling his face closer to your chest.

Your eyes are glazed over, lungs deprived as they try and pull in desperate heaps of air. Your minds clouded with lust and the smell of Joel, the husky scent of him filling your senses. “Oh my god Joel—“, your lips pulling in another deep breath, “fuck that was…” He looks into your half open eyes, moving the little strands of hairs that have stuck to your forehead behind you ears, your blushed face fully coming into view.

“I know sweetheart, y’did so well. My sweet girl.” He places small and quick pecks across your reddened cheeks and lips, his stubble scratching the softness of your skin as satisfied hums coat the side of his face. He connects his lips once again with yours, still parted as you still try to catch your breath. You can taste yourself on his mouth, your own arousal surrounding your tastebuds, “y’taste so fuckin’ good baby, could spend hours in between your legs—love it so much.”

He pulls himself up onto his knees, looking down at your spent form, “but d’you know what I love the most?—” He raises his eyebrows at you, a wide cocky smile brushing his face as small lines appear across his forehead. His words seem so far away, miles in the distance but his touch burns deep marks into your hips, clawing his digits into the flesh.

Your minds is cloudy, trying to piece the words together in hopes to give him an answer. Your throat is tight, your vocal cords dry as you gather the energy to speak, “w-what’s that Joel?”

The side of his mouth curves up, and without any warning he’s flipping you onto your hands and knees, moulding you into shape like you’re made just for him. Your eye’s widen, body attempting to react quickly to the unexpected movement as you try to gather the strength to hold both arms out, planting your palms firmly onto the creased quilt below.

Suddenly, Joel’s warmth coats the skin of your back, his chest and stomach shaping so perfectly in the curve of your spine as his heat envelopes your whole body. His hands stay firm on your hips, pushing your bum up close to his groin, his hard cock nestling in between your cheeks.

His lips are so close to your ear. He nibs at the skin and you gasp, his mouth sending shocks all over your body. He chuckles against you, loving how easily affected you are by his rough and confident demeanour, “—I love how good this pussy feels wrapped around my cock, how fucking incredible it feels when you come all over me, your pussy sucking me in.”

Your head drops behind you, landing onto his shoulder from his confession, his name pouring effortlessly from your lips, “fuck Joel.” He moves his lips your neck and inhales your sweet scent, your shampoo and floral musk filling his nostrils. His cock pulses from just the sheer aroma coming off of you, eager to feel you wrapped around him. He grabs a hold of his aching member, his pre-come dripping from the tip and coating his hand once again, rubbing his stiffness through your wet folds.

He loves to tease, he loves to push you so far that he’ll have you begging for him, desperate pleas and wants pushing past your lips, to then finally thanking him as he fills you to the brim. “Tell me darlin’. Tell me how badly you want this cock inside you.”

He can feel your entrance pulsing on his tip when he teases your hole, moving his cock down until he catches your clit, swirling his head around your bundle of nerves as his grunts deeply into your back.

Your silent, completely lost for words. You try to speak but his tip rubbing circles on your clit stops you from doing anything, too incased in your own pleasure. Unsatisfied with you silence he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling it tightly into his hand, pushing your face up and to the side so he can see your features, “go on baby. Say it. Fuckin’ say how badly you want it.”

You whine his name pathetically, “J-Joel,” the pull on your hair has your pussy dripping onto his cock, the harsh tug on your scalp making you whimper. You can feel your stomach twist in suspense, like any small action will send you over the edge and he isn’t even inside you yet. “Please Joel—need it s’bad, w-want your cock inside me—please.”

The moment the words leave your lips he pushes his tip past your entrance. He coo’s in your ear, “good girl,” his cock gliding so easily inside you from how wet you both are. Once he knows you feel comfortable, he gives you more of him, inching his cock further inside, “good fucking girl.”

Once he’s fully settled inside you he holds your hips flushed against his groin, keeping you still as he takes in every clench and vibration of your inner walls wrapping so perfectly around him, your pussy trying to accommodate his big size.

You’re so sensitive, your thighs buckling under as you attempt to keep yourself stationary on the mattress. You feel so full; every inch of him knocking all the sense out of you, your brain turning to mush.

“Fuck darlin’,” Joel pulls in his bottom lip, wincing at how much you’re clenching down hard on him, “s’fuckin’ tight. Can never get used to me can y’baby. Christ you feel s’good.”

He wants to go slow, that’s what he likes to tells himself. He knows you’ve given him so much already so at least he can do is ease you into it. But fuck the moment he feels your warm cunt wrapped around him all he wants to do is fuck into you as hard as he can. Long and hard thrust that’ll have you falling weak under his weight as he gives you all of him.

He straightens his back and pulls his cock out so only half of him is shielded inside of you and pushes back in, his head being thrown back with how soft and homey you feel. It doesn’t take him long to set a fast and heavy pace, burying his cock deep inside your warmth as you wither under him.

“Oh my go— fuck Joel!” His thrust feel everywhere all at the same time, your pussy engulfing him whole as he continues to set an intense rhythm. Your body feels like jelly; limbs shaking and eyes glazed over as tears cling to your lashes.

Joel’s removes his hand from your hair, needing to feel you raw and deep, “shit— darlin’ that’s it. Take it, wanna feel you come on my cock.” He brings both of your arms around so they’re behind your back, flushing your cheek into the pillow as he holds both your wrists in his hand. He uses his other hand to weigh part of him on your shoulder, curving his back over you and keeping your hips high in the air, pushing your top half deeper into the mattress.

In this position the tip of his cock is hitting your sweet spot relentlessly, your nails digging hard into his hand to brace yourself from his forceful thrusts, “fuck that’s it baby, can feel your pussy gripping down so hard on me. Y’gonna come again aren’t you—go on baby—give it t’me.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, high pitched moans escaping your lips that are mumbled by the pillow below you. Your bodies reaching a point where white specks starts to cover your vision, that knot in your stomach creeping higher and higher. Behind all the power of his thrust and the way his balls tap on your clit with each push of his thighs there’s somehow another feeling developing. Something you haven’t felt before as your brain starts to process it, to panic.

“J-Joel fuck somethings happening—what’s— shit I can’t—,” you frantically look across to him but Joel’s eyes are clenched fully shut. His chests covered in sweat and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, completely numb to the noise around him, your pussy knocking all sense out of him.

His breaths quickens, feeling the way your cunt pulses and quivers around him, “fuck sweet girl, can feel you—shit—can feel y’coming on my cock. Christ y’such a good girl.”

That’s when it hits you. Your pussy comes and it’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. It’s so much more intense, your whole body shaking from the pressure, your walls unintentionally pushing Joel out of you.

It’s happens so quickly. Joel’s eyes open wide at the sudden push as his cock leaves your fucked out hole. When his tip falls out you drench his upper thighs in spurts of your arousal and drench the covers below him, showering him with your release. His mouth agape, watching deeply as your pussy convulses and wets him.

It’s doesn’t take Joel long to know exactly what he’s pulled from you, pushing in two of his thick digits inside you in hopes to prolong the orgasm that’s coursing through your body. “Holy shit sweetheart fuck— that’s it—soak me.” He can feel your walls still fluttering but now on his fingers, squeezing him so tightly. Your gasping into the pillow and mumbling some words that Joel’s can only slightly make out.

Sounding something like fuck Joel and shit shit shit and oh my god.

Joel holds you firm against him, releasing your wrists and wrapping his arm around your stomach, keeping you up as his fingers continue to ease you through your high. You’ve never done that before, but your orgasm is so intense you can’t concentrate on the fact that you’ve completely soaked the sheets and Joel’s bottom half, your body delving too deep into the pleasure.

After what feels like hours, you can feel your body fall back down to the surface, becoming in control of yourself again as Joel keeps you flushed up against his chest, holding your jaw so he can see your expression, “fuck darlin’, you okay?”

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath, “fuck Joel I don’t—I can’t believe I did that, I’ve never—shit I’m sorry.”

He way you look at him right now has his knees shaking and chest rising, his cock reacting quickly to how innocent you are. How could you think that what you’ve just done is a bad thing. “What y’sorry for darlin’? Fuck sweetheart that was hot. Told you to come f’me didn’t I? Y’did jus’ what I asked of ya.”

The mixture of his words and his strong grasp wrapped around you makes you relax, “I just didn’t expect it.” Joel chuckles, catching your lips in a quick kiss, “me either sweetheart, but fuck it was a sight to see,” the both of you sighing into each others mouths.

Once your heart rate slows back down to a gentle rhythm, it’s you who deepens the kiss. Brushing your tongue across Joel’s lips and demanding entrance into his mouth. His hold on your jaw tightens, keeping you up and close to him as his tongue starts to dance with yours. It become messy and heated, sloppy once you allow him to easily fight dominance over you, once again. “You think you can do one more darlin’? Jus’ one more f’me?”

He continues to cradle you close, his gaze lighting up as he takes in your features, watching the way your eyes glimmer, pupils filling with eagerness, “yes Joel, please—wanna make you feel good.”

He laughs into your mouth, “n’you do baby. Always makin’ me feel good. Go and lie down f’me.”

Your thankful that Joel wants you like this, in this position. Your body falls against the opposite side of the mattress with ease, massaging the knots and aches in your muscles from the position he had you in just moments before. He hovers above you, trailing his lips back down to your chest, pecking your skin with light kisses, his touch radiating onto yours and igniting that flame back to life.

He grasps tightly onto his hard cock, rubbing it through your folds to gather some of your release. In instinct, you wrap both of your legs around his lower back, pushing his groin closer to your core. “Fuck—,” Joel’s grunts into your parted mouth, the sound vibrating down to where you’re connected, your pussy pulling him in, “y’so fuckin’ perfect.”

Once again you pussy swallows him in, slowly sheathing himself fully inside. His eyes peer down at you, his continuous praises falling into your mouth; that’s it darlin’, just feel it, relax f’me, his reassuring words making you adjust as his thighs push into you. The memories start to flood back to him; your warmth, your taste, the tightness of your cunt and how your walls pulled him in. No matter how many times he’d fuck you; either hard or slow, locking you in different positions, you always felt so fucking tight.

He should wait, wait for you to fully adjust but he’s too far gone. His cock craving release while he pulls out of you to only set a quick pace, gritting his teeth as he watches your face contort in pleasure and slight discomfort from the size of him.

You grip onto his shoulders, bracing yourself as he brings his one hand under the curve of your ass, drawing your legs closer than they were before. He squeezes your cheek in his palm and cups the softness of your skin, the calloused texture of his fingers making you shudder.

He grunts into your skin, “you feeling okay baby? It’s not t’much is it?”

God he’s so reassuring, his words reaching that velvety spot inside you, “n-no Joel fuck—feels s’good. Please don’t stop, I can take it.”

He chuckles into the side of your cheek, “I ain’t gonna stop baby, not until I feel ya coming on my cock.”

He keeps up with his pace, pressing himself inside you deeper and deeper with each thrust until his groin harshly hits the back of your thighs. He makes you ache and hot to the touch, a perfect combination of pleasure and pain whilst he breaks his hold from your ass to press down lightly onto your abused clit.

“Joel please—,” you whine, his lips silencing your pleas, ready to give you everything you deserve.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.”

He knows you’re close. He can always tell when you’re about to come; both of your legs shaking against him he knows it’s about to happen. He loves to watch the way your bottom lip quivers, the soft sound of his name leaving your lips in a faint like cry. He loves how you can’t control yourself, squirming underneath him as he holds you firm up to his chest, both your sweaty bodies adhering together. “Go on baby. You can come—show me how good this cocks making y’feel—fuck your pussy’s s’good.”

His words are what make you fall apart, your fourth orgasm of the night rippling through you likes it’s the only thing you know. Joel relishes in the way you come, taking in every sound, every breath and response you give him. He slows his moments slightly, not wanting to overstimulate you but wanting to help ease you through it smoothly. “That’s it baby, y’doing so well, so fucking sweet.”

The way your pussy pulses around his girth has his thrust faltering, becoming incoherent and sloppy as he moans heatedly into your mouth, “christ y’gonna make me come.” Joel knows he can only hold on for so long, the feeling of your cunt causing his stomach to tighten and head to become clouded and lightheaded.

Once your orgasm subsides you bring you palms up and rest them on his face, small thumbs smoothing the patchy stubble on his cheeks and jawline, “come Joel. Y’deserve it. Want you to come for me.”

His arms holding himself up start to buckle and shake, “fuck baby I’m coming—shit.” Joel’s head drops into your shoulder, biting the skin as hot spurts of his come claim your walls, your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. You can feel his cock throb, your insides becoming hot and full as he continues to pump himself through his high. His arms that were once strong and held his body up are now dropping onto the bed, welcoming arms saving his abrupt fall. His chest heaves against the curve of your breasts, rushed pants of air covering the skin of your shoulder blade.

You stay like that for a couple of minutes, tired bodies regaining energy once Joel’s completely emptied himself inside you. Your hands trace feather like patterns across his back, fingers following every line and muscle. The both of you wince in sync when he pulls out of your warmth, feeling his come drip out and onto the quilt below. You don’t care, knowing your own release has already claimed the sheets.

He pulls you onto your side, wide arms surrounding your spent frame, his heartbeat thumping quickly against your back. “You okay darlin’? Tell me how y’feeling.”

Joel just moments ago had pulled four intense orgasms out of you, had your face embedded into the sheets while he fucked you hard from behind, made you come on his mouth and fingers twice and now is asking if you’re alright? His words make you smile, warming to the way his actions and words can change so drastically, “I’m feeling good Joel, really good— amazing actually.”

He kisses the side of your cheek, “I’m glad sweetheart. Happy it wasn’t too much f’you”, he hums contently.

A couple minutes go by, the both of you resting in silence and just enjoying the warmth of each other. The thought of him leaving your side right now makes you feel lost. From what you’ve just shared to the way he’s embracing you, Joel’s always made you feel connected and safe.

Your mind rewinds back to all the moments you’ve just had together. Joel’s voice in your ear is what brings you back to the room, “still can’t believe I got you to squirt. Fuck darlin’ that was hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, “oh my god Joel— stop it please—.” You hide your face into your pillow, “please don’t remind me,” that slight embarrassment rushing across your reddened cheeks. He chuckles against your skin, knowing how easy it is to wind you up, “it ain’t happening again I promise you that. That was a one time thing.”

Joel abruptly pulls your body flat onto the bed so you’re facing him, his large hand grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist. A surprised yelp falls from your lips from the sudden change in position, his cock hardening against you thigh. You can see his eyes growing darker from your words.

“Now is that a challenge baby, cause it’s definitely happening again.”

Joel was never a man to break his word.

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Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Kamala Khan & Sam Wilson, Eli Bradley & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, John Walker & Sam Wilson (Marvel), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sam Wilson & Helmut Zemo, Miles Morales & Peter Parker, Joaquín Torres & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & AJ Wilson, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker Characters: Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson, Kamala Khan, Peter Parker, Eli Bradley, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson, John Walker, Background & Cameo Characters, Helmut Zemo, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Yelena Belova, Miles Morales, Joaquín Torres, Alpine (Marvel), Valentina Allegra de Fontaine Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, The Arcane AU(TM), what it actually is is the 'vander from arcane vibing with his bar and foster children' au, Canon Divergence - Post-Episode: s01e06 One World One People (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Canon-Typical Violence, anway ... sam wilson my beloved, u deserve more fics focused on u, alas; the first one i wrote was this one, Fluff and Angst, Team as Family, Slow Burn, but only for the plot; all the relationships are nice and established, Sam Wilson-centric, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, and some sarahbucky bc u all know who i am :), tldr the world ends and sam and bucky adopt some super kids, sci-fi and fantasy elements, Blood and Injury, Action/Suspense, most of the blood and injury and violence descriptions are for ch 7 Summary:

In which the world ends, Sam Wilson opens a bar with his best friend, accidentally adopts some children (also with his best friend), and figures out how to grieve his own life and move forward, not necessarily in that order.

Chapter 7 Excerpt:

“Well, he’s still alive, anyway.”

Bucky, Sam thinks, mute and a little desperate. He can hear broken glass drag over the floor with a low crunching noise under Bucky’s body, which seems to be leaving a smear of slick red blood in its wake. Sam’s head is pounding too hard to identify where it’s coming from. He can barely see him for all that something has moved into his line of sight and is hulking over Bucky’s prone body. Maybe some guy in a mech suit, Sam’s brain supplies helplessly – were all the old Iron Man armours destroyed?

“For Christ’s sake,�� says the voice. “Don’t be disgusting about it, you’re not a carnivore. Turn him over.”

In the span of a heartbeat, Sam feels like he has been plunged into a living nightmare.

finally, explanations!

featuring some classic villain monologues, flight metaphors, and sam being both hero and dumbass in one

a slight content warning for descriptions of violence and blood/injury in this one -- i really wasn't sure if it was enough to take the rating of the whole fic from t to m, and i asked like 3 different people about it all who gave me varied answers, so if you read anything and feel super strongly about it, feel free to gently tell me and i'll update tags accordingly. it's genuinely not anything worst than canon in terms of violence level, but there's something intimate about reading things described in text that you just don't get in brief camera shots, so i remain unsure if i am overly sensitive or not sensitive enough.

only one chapter left! just the fact that i have gotten this far is an insane milestone to me. this is officially the longest fic ive ever written, and the first time i've set up and resolved any kind of plot. thank you so much to everyone who has been reading and commenting; your encouragement has meant the world to me.

for those of you who have seen arcane ... i hope i was able to finally live up to the "arcane au" title slapped on the tin. for those of you who haven't, i hope this plot resolution (dont worry -- theres more to come) was satisfying!

#my writing #the arcane au #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #john walker #sam x bucky #sarahbucky #valentina allegra de fontaine #madame hydra #marvel #the murderous rat-like creature rides again ....#fatws #fatws fic #arcane league of legends #arcane act 1 #YES i went there #INSANELY NERVOUS AND INSANELY EXCITED. BABYS FIRST PLOT FIC

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perfeggso · 3 years

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I don’t want a lot (Johnny x Reader)

I wrote this as part of @suh-insane’s walking in a winter wonderland collab, so thanks to her for hosting! Happy holidays and I hope y’all enjoy ❄️☺️

Genre: domestic fluff

Characters: Johnny, fem! reader, Ten

Warnings: nothing really just mentions of bad things that have happened this year lol. It’s a very...2020 fic. Also I guess some language. Also, smoking pot.

Rating: teen and up

Length: 3.5k

My movie quote is “They can’t evict you on Christmas! Then you’d be ho-ho-homeless!”

December 18th 2020, 4:37 p.m.

“Knock, knock!” You pound your fist against the wooden door in front of you, then pull your coat tighter around you. You’d moved to Chicago five years ago for college, and you’re still not sure if you’ll ever adjust to the snowy winter months. It was at said college that you met,

“Johnny Suh!” You bang a fist on the door three more times. “I know you’re in there. Take your headphones off, you dumbass.”

You’re about to pull your phone out of your pocket and go to the trouble of removing a glove to text your boyfriend when you hear the door unlock from the inside, a metallic tumbling sound.

When the door opens all the way, Johnny is standing just past the threshold of his apartment, his catlike lips curled up at the edges. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a blue flannel, and his freshly dyed blond hair falls to where his headphones rest around the base of his neck. You can hear Nirvana coming from them because you are dating a stereotype.

Johnny leans his large frame against the side of the door where he had been holding it and smirks, but there’s nothing but softness behind the expression.

“Long time no see, sicko,” he teases.

You roll your eyes as he moves to let you pass into the entryway of his and Ten’s shoebox dwelling.

“You look even more like a deadbeat than you did a month ago,” you say, not moving because your clothing is starting to drip melting snow onto the floor and you don’t even know where to begin with taking it off. “This is proof you need me around taking care of you.”

Johnny pushes off the door and closes it, pausing his music. He crowds close and starts unwrapping your scarf so you don’t have to think about it anymore, shakes some of the slush off it so it pools at your feet, and hangs it on the coat rack. He does the same with your puffer jacket.

“Aw,” he pouts, “you don’t like the new color?” He tries to remove your beanie too, but it was part of your Outfit, so you yank it back down onto your head and give Johnny puppy dog eyes, choosing to ignore the way your heart rate picks up a little from the proximity. Hey, isolation was rough, okay? Johnny tucks your hair behind your ears instead.

“No, baby,” you say, starting to toe off your snow boots. “I love it. It’s very Disney prince, but simultaneously very… Kurt Cobain.” Johnny smiles and lets you finish stripping your winter gear, walking his way back towards his sofa until he’s sitting, legs wide. Snow falls in flurries past the window behind him. “It’s just that, I dunno, you look like you’ve been spending more time on Reddit or something.” Johnny sulks jokingly at your ribbing as you hang up your purse and try not to fixate on how cold the indoor air still is. “I can tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while,” you continue. “Oh wait! I forgot you have Ten around for that.”

Now it’s Johnny who’s rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t seem too offended because he beckons you over to sit with him. You follow his gesture, skipping towards him until you can curl into his side on the couch. He removes his headphones and lays his head against the crown of yours, taking your hand softly.

“It’s not my fault my girlfriend abandoned me for a month,” he complains, rubbing his thumb over yours.

This makes you chuckle. Oh, how you’ve missed him. “If that’s what you call ‘considerately protecting you from the Novel Coronavirus’,” you joke, “then I guess, but I refuse to apologize for doing my civic duty.”

Your case hadn’t been bad, but it was a logistical nightmare. You’d spent two weeks in total isolation, nursing a cough, guzzling hard alcohol straight to see if you could taste it, sending your best friend out to shop for you, and thanking your lucky stars for having a job that would let you work from home. You’d spent the next two waiting to test negative for the virus and a positive for antibodies. Johnny was initially distraught when you told him, sending you cloying messages and calling everyday to see if your symptoms were getting better or worse. Once you’d convinced him you weren’t dying though, he went back to his usual obnoxious self, joking about planning your funeral and accusing you of faking it to avoid him.

Johnny pulls you tighter into his side. “Whatever,” he concedes. “Is it safe to kiss you yet?”

You look up at him and shrug. “Nothing’s 100% but…”

That’s all the reassurance he needs to pull you into his lap and connect your lips. It's soft and languid, and you hold each other through it. His arms are so solid around your waist it simultaneously makes your heart flutter and makes you feel like you could relax and take a nap right here and now. When you pull away, Johnny runs his hands along your figure, as if to reassure himself you’re really there. The smile he gives you glows, but only for a moment. You curl yourself into the crook of his neck and place the back of your hand on his cheek, tender. His skin there scratches yours just the tiniest bit.

“I missed you,” he says, chuckling.

“Mm-hm, I missed you too,” you reply. “How are you, anyway? You said you had something to tell me?”

“Oh, yeah,” he says. He maneuvers you off his lap to sit by his side, and from this angle you can truly tell that he’s going sheepish. Suddenly it feels like there’s an alien hand in your stomach. What could this possibly be about? Johnny’s nervous silence gets your brain spinning – a zoetrope of stupidity. Am I being broken up with? No – obviously not. Does he have a family member dying of COVID? I fucking hope not; that’d be complicated on multiple levels. Maybe it’s good? Maybe he finally got a job offer but he has to move away or something.

Johnny starts talking before your mind can come up with any other ridiculous hypotheses.

“We’re getting evicted.”

You furrow your brow. Had you misheard him? You shake your head, incredulous. Johnny and Ten had always maintained a good relationship with their landlord. It didn’t make sense for everything to turn on a dime, even if they were struggling financially.

“You’re kidding,” is all you manage to say.

Johnny just purses his lips and raises his eyebrows as if to say, “it is what it is.”

What he really says is that he wishes he was kidding, but he’s not.

“Oh my god,” you respond, crossing your arms in irritation at, well, at everything lately. “Fuck! When is this happening?”

Johnny sighs. “Technically in a week.”

You feel the cogs of your post-COVID brain start to crank against each other. A week from today would be…hold on,

“Wait,” you say, as the situation starts to appear more and more ridiculous. “Like exactly a week from today? Like on Christmas? You’re being evicted on literal Christmas?” You’re trying really hard not to raise your voice, even if it’s clear that if you did, it would be out of indignation on Johnny’s behalf. You’re obviously not upset with him.

Johnny’s eyes roll around in their sockets as if this is the first time he’s contemplated the exact timing.

“Well, yeah, I guess a week from today is Christmas…”

The absurdity of this all is getting to you, and you can’t help it, you start to laugh. It’s that kind of nihilistic, fuck-all laughter that’s been one of the few things getting you through this year.

“They can’t evict you on Christmas!” you quote. “Then you’d be ho-ho-homeless!”

Johnny looks at you blankly for a second, so you contort your face into that open expression universally recognized as the “get it?” face.

“From Go?” You hint. “C’mon, Johnny boy.”

And before his nickname can fully escape your mouth, your boyfriend is cutting you off with a long sound of recognition and doubling over his lap in giggles.

“Good one,” he says into his right knee, and you giggle along with him. “Wholly inappropriate, but clever nonetheless.”

“Why, thank you,” you say, enjoying the levity, but unable to uproot the feeling of dread in your gut at Johnny’s conundrum.

Go is one of you and Johnny’s favorite movies to watch around Christmastime, mostly because it’s only tangentially related to Christmas, it’s kitschy and ridiculous, and has a plot that is 90% crime. You’re surprised he didn’t catch the reference more quickly, but to his credit, he has more pressing worries taking up mental space.

“Where is Ten, anyway?” you ask, looking around performatively at the messy and claustrophobic room. A silver plastic Christmas tree twinkles on a table in the corner. “Have you two talked about a plan yet?”

“He’s grocery shopping,” Johnny explains. “He’ll be home soon. And yeah, we have an idea.”

“You do? Because you could always move in with me.”

Johnny scrunches his face up. “I would love to live with you.” Your heart rattles a little in excitement, even though you know there will be a ‘but.’ Johnny goes on, “but you know both of us wouldn’t fit in your apartment. Where would Ten sleep? Or put his stuff? We’d all be on top of each other.”

You nod, defeated because you know he’s right.

“Hey,” Johnny says, “but we can always have the ‘moving in’ conversation again, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, grabbing his hand. “Sounds good.”

It suddenly feels very dark in the apartment (it’s still chilly enough you think you might be able to see your breath, but you aren’t about to complain because you know there’s a very good reason for that), so Johnny pushes himself up off the couch to turn on a couple of lamps.

“So,” he says, facing you from across the room, “we’re gonna be evicted on Christmas, no matter what the cinematographic masterpiece that is Go tells us is right or wrong. Christmas is just as much of a capitalist construction as our rent, after all.”

You’re about to pipe up again about how fucked that is and how surely they can come to some sort of agreement with the landlord, but Johnny anticipates this and keeps talking.

“We tried to argue, babe, but as I know you know, we don’t exactly have much of a leg to stand on.”

Johnny is right. Again. How many months behind were they on rent at this point? They’d gotten a few months delayed back in spring, but they still owed everything that built up from that before the end of the year, and they’d blown through their stimulus check a long time ago. Johnny has tried to find work, but the theater business hasn’t exactly been booming. Ten, for his part, is able to make a bit of money doing freelance illustration and teaching dance classes over Zoom from his room, but his studio’s engagement has dropped since March and he still unfortunately gets paid per student. You can’t help wanting to punch a wall in frustration at how unfair this all is, but it’s not like any of it comes as a shock. You’re not naïve. You and Johnny met at a leftist theory club for Christ’s sake.

“We’re helping organize a rent strike,” Johnny says, calming you down. Finally, a glimmer of hope. “We’re not the only ones in the building going through it right now, and we know a lot of the tenants who aren’t being evicted well enough we can convince them to join.”

Right then, the front door flies open and thwacks a startled Johnny in the back.

“I’m home!” Ten calls from behind a sack of groceries. You can’t even see his face yet. “I’m terribly sorry,” he directs at Johnny, then heaves the bag of food onto the kitchen counter which is also sort of in the middle of the living room.

“Ooh,” he coos when he sees you, still sat on the couch. “The missus is back!” He strips himself of his winter coat, ignoring your scoffing and revealing an oversized red and white striped sweater. He shimmies against the cool air and lets out a sort of squeal. “I was not built for this actual winter shit.”

“Hi, Ten,” you say once he finishes his theatrics. “Missed you.”

Ten shoots a sappy pout your way. “I miss you too. I’m so glad you’re feeling better! You have no idea how morose Johnny got without you constantly around. Can I give you a hug?”

You nod and try to warm up Ten’s tiny frame with yours while Johnny mutters something about Ten not knowing what “morose” means. When you break away, Johnny is rifling through the week’s haul to put things away.

“I see you didn’t go off-brand for the ramen,” Johnny remarks, stacking several Shin bowls in the cupboard. He turns to Ten with a raised brow. “Big spender.”

“They didn’t have anything else but if you would answer your damn phone I could have called and asked you about it.”

“I answer my phone,” Johnny grumbles, stowing some orange juice away in the fridge.

“Besides,” Ten continues, ignoring his roommate, “since I’m the only one making any money in this household I figured I’d give myself some discretion for spending it.”

Johnny grimaces, and you figure this is where you should probably step in.

“We were just talking about the rent strike, Ten. Johnny was filling me in.”

Ten turns his attention back to you, letting Johnny house the food items in peace.

“We’ll see how it goes,” says Ten, looking out the window just past your shoulder, “but I’m letting myself hope a little bit. As far as I’m concerned, they’ll be kicking my corpse out of here before they put me on the streets.”

Johnny scoffs. “Always so dramatic.”

“Says the former theater major.”

“Touché.”

You’d missed the ‘old married couple’ dynamic your boyfriend has with his roommate.

“But really, just, please try not to get the cops involved,” you plead. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“We’ll see what we can do,” says Johnny as he closes the last cabinet and crinkles the brown paper bag up for storage.

Ten shrugs. “No promises.”

You sigh.

Once everything is good and settled a few moments later, Ten decides the apartment needs a more festive atmosphere, so that’s how you end up getting dragged down the short hallway to Johnny’s room while Ten belts Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” from the living room and accuses Johnny of being a scrooge. Even still, Johnny sways playfully from side to side as he walks backwards, shimmying his shoulders and mouthing the words with a smile between protestations that this is “not how I envisioned finally spending time again with my girlfriend!” The way he buries his hands into the sleeves of his flannel to make sweater paws makes your heart so full you want to curl up and die. But, moving on.

Once in his bedroom, Johnny flicks on a warm-hued lamp and watches fondly as you collapse on the bed.

“I really did miss you guys,” you say for what feels like the hundredth time in an hour.

Johnny’s lips press into a little smile. “Yeah. We missed you. A lot. Especially me – you have no idea.”

You laugh sardonically. “Based on your text messages, I think I actually do have an idea.”

Johnny flops down on top of you, crushing you a bit.

“Oh really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. His golden hair is falling in your face and it tickles, but Johnny halts any laughter with a kiss, then dots tiny kisses all over your cheeks and nose. They tickle too.

“You wanna smoke?”

“Sure.”

Johnny has a pre-rolled joint on his bedside table, and you watch him light it, feeling like you’re in a snow globe with the fall of snowflakes outside. The sky is that weird greyish off-yellow that only comes with a snowy night.

After a couple of hits, Johnny lies back down next to you and hands you the joint. The smoke brings you that usual tight feeling, like your lungs are shrinking but at the same time swimming in radiant heat. You don’t know if you should technically be doing this right after COVID, but you’re young and your body is resilient; you figure you’ll be fine. Besides, you can already feel the pleasant lightness setting in around your mind. It’s a placebo at this point, no doubt, but the relaxed anticipation is nice. You take note of the fact that Johnny had started playing music while you were thinking about lungs. The Strokes’ “Under Control” is doing battle with Ten’s Christmas tunes still seeping in through the cracks in the door.

You hand Johnny his joint back and roll onto your side, supporting your head with one hand and curling the other into Johnny’s abundant hair.

“I just want to say one more time,” you begin, “if worse comes to worst, you can always move in with me.”

Johnny takes another hit and holds it for a second, leaving you in anticipation.

“I know,” he says simply. “But I really think this’ll work. I have to, right? Besides, if Ten had to hear us fucking multiple times a week we would all start to regret living together. That, I can promise.”

You laugh, burying your increasingly silly-feeling head into Johnny’s chest. “Okay, fair.”

There’s stillness for a few beats where you just count your and Johnny’s breaths, trying to synch them up. This doesn’t work though, since Johnny’s lungs are bigger. Then,

“There’s no way your parents would lend you some money?” Your voice comes out quiet. “Or let you stay with them for a while?”

Johnny looks down at you, letting out a heavy sigh. “No, no. That wouldn’t be a good idea for…so many reasons. Besides, they don’t exactly have an extra few months worth of Chicago rent lying around either.”

You nod against Johnny’s chest. “I figured,” you say. “Just checking.”

Johnny brushes his fingers through your hair and kisses your part. “I appreciate your concern,” he says, offering a slightly sly smile.

You kiss the white fabric of his undershirt. It’s been so long since the two of you just laid together, and it feels better than you could have hoped, Johnny’s body heat helping to alleviate some of the cold of an apartment gradually losing its utilities. You wish you could get closer than chest to chest. You kind of wish you could burrow into him, but not in a weird way, you know?

“I believe in you guys,” you say. “However I can help, I will.”

“Thanks.”

Apparently, Johnny is done with talking, because he pulls you in for a warm kiss. Then, he gets the brilliant idea to shotgun the pot smoke. This activity quickly devolves into a very giggly makeout session, only to be interrupted by Ten’s voice outside the door.

“I’m opening the door in five seconds, you guys,” he says, “and if Johnny’s dick is out when I get in there, I’m evicting both of you myself!”

You and Johnny fall together laughing as Ten cautiously cracks the door. He swats at the air in disapproval.

“Stinks…” he remarks. “Oh, thank god you’re decent. Anyway, John, if the lady is staying for the evening, you both need to come help cook dinner, because I am not your housemaid, even if I do look good in a maid costume. Chop-chop.”

It takes way too long to get up out of bed because Ten, as usual, has made both you and Johnny absolutely lose it. Eventually, you manage to rise, but Johnny pulls you quickly back against his lap.

“Hey!”

“Just a minute.” He presses one last kiss under your left ear. “I love you.”

You can feel your skin tingle, although it might just be the weed. Either way, you’ll never tire of hearing that. “I love you too, Johnny.”

“I think Mariah was right,” Johnny whispers, voice displaying mock awe as if he were coming to a mind blowing realization. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

You give him a sympathy chuckle because that was kind of cute, in a corny way, and Johnny just swats your ass a little in response to get you back up to standing.

“Well, you and some basic shelter would be ideal,” Johnny deadpans. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask but I guess we’ll see.” You smile sympathetically. This strike is no doubt going to make for a stressful week, but you’re glad it’s starting like this.

“Hey, love birds!” Ten hollers from the kitchen.

“C’mon,” you say with a laugh. “Let’s not leave him waiting any longer.”

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cross-d-a · 3 years

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fic tag game

aaahhh @vishcount thank you for tagging me!!! These are so fun and I adored reading about your fic journey~! ೖ(⑅σ̑ᴗσ̑)ೖ ❤

OH as a note!! For the ppl I tag at the end I don’t expect you to read all of this bc it’s A Lot!!! but I figured you might want to do this game yourself? haha :)

Name: cross-d-a shortened version of my first ever username. unfortunately stuck with it now haha but i’m fond of it :p wish it was cuter tho!!

Posting the rest of this under the cut so it doesn’t eat up people’s dashes!!

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Fandoms:

oKAY YIKES there are....honestly too many too name. I’ve got a short and obsessive attention span so it’s either all or nothing with me usually. When I can stay in a fandom for a long period of time it’s a miracle. I’ll name the bigger ones that I’ve all written fic for! Even if I’ve never posted them haha

Right now I’m very firmly into Daomu Biji (dmbj). It feels like it’s both got a crap ton of content and yet barely anything at all haha. Maybe because the English fandom is so small. But at least there are a bunch of dramas and books!!! I really, really, really adore dmbj so much!! And a large part of that is the fandom!!! It's been a really cool and unique experience! Everyone in it is truly so kind and wonderful, and I’ve made some really incredible friends because of it (looking at you vish!! ❤). I’ve got a bunch of wips, but I’ve only posted two fics for dmbj!

Before this I was very into Guardian and mdzs. MDZS was my first foray into cdramas and Guardian’s Zhu Yilong really suckered me into watching more haha I also have fics for both these fandoms!

My very first fandoms were Fullmetal Alchemist, D. Gray-Man and Naruto. My very old ffnet account has fics for these and I’ve got a bunch of newer wips on my tablet. Then Star Trek, Twilight, BBC Merlin, Sherlock, Death Note, Harry Potter, How to Train Your Dragon, Battlestar Galactica, Avatar the Last Airbender and Marvel were a few of my main ones in high school. Plus a bunch of anime (like Fruits Basket! and Kuroshitsuji and Natsume Yuujinchou).

Then college hit and I renewed my childhood love of Tolkien (mainly lotr and the Hobbit), and Star Wars. I also found Teen Wolf! Then after college it was Stranger Things.

I find myself in a cycle of mild fondness and complete obsession with these fandoms haha I go back to Star Wars at least once a year!! Then I’m in the gffa hole for a few months. Marvel also reoccurs, depending on how interested I am in new content! Star Trek I always always always go back to. TOS is my comfort show and it will never fade from my heart ❤

But for now I’m stuck in cdrama hell and I love it

Tropes:

Time travel, found family, whump+hurt/comfort, fairytale-like elements, resurrective immortality (thanks to a “Nine Lives” Hobbit fic), CROSSOVERS

I’m a slut for all these things so they often worm their way into my plots haha

I also just- love weird premises. I think that’s the anime influencing me haha

Fic I spent most time on:

My series he leaves sand and stardust in my wake (main fic is hurricane on the edge of oblivion), I have...spent five years on now. I have done so much research for this fic it’s insane.

The premise is force ghost!Obi-Wan getting shunted back into his tiny 10 year old self. I incorporate a shit ton of legends and I try to stay as canon as possible. I basically want this au to feel like it’s 1000% plausible while still getting all my gay shit. It’s chock full of whump, redemption, found family, minor characters turning into major characters, and I’ve got slavery uprising on the mind, too. It’s just- everything I could ever want to explore in the Star Wars universe basically.

It’s my first big project. I started doodling and scribbling ideas in the margins of my notebook in my Scottish History class. I adore it so so so much. But, because of my hyperfixation and fleeting intense obsession with things it makes it- really difficult to consistently update. I leave it for months at a time and I am constantly guilt-ridden about it. Because it’s my baby and I have a lot of wonderful readers. I fear I’ll never be able to finish it. Especially since I’ve written so much and I’m still only in the beginning of it. ( ; A ; )

Also, I’ve spent so much time with Xanatos, Feemor and Bruck that they just feel like mine now. I can’t read any fics that involve them, it’s too strange. Which is a damn shame because I love them so much haha OH ALSO!! I think it’s the first really big fic to include those three?? So I’m very proud about that haha (I’ve had so many ppl comment about how they actually Give A Shit about these three and are Invested bc of me haha)

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written:

hurricane on the edge of oblivion (with nowhere to go) (Star Wars)

My long-term passion project. My love-letter to Star Wars, I suppose. Reading it now I feel like a lot of it is clunky or long-winded, but I think it really shows the foundation of my writing today :) Main characters are Obi-Wan, Xanatos Du Crion, Qui-Gon Jinn, Bruck Chun and Feemor. Eventually we’ll get to Maul, Savage, Feral, Shmi Skywalker, (more!) Ahsoka, Anakin and a shit ton of clones ❤

things we hunger for (Guardian)

My Ye Zun self-indulgent fic. It’s a time travel amnesia Weilanzun! Honestly has some of my fav writing I’ve ever done. It’s so soft and really indulges in the hurt/comfort. It gives Ye Zun the friends and family I think he deserves. Also, he gets to grow into a (mostly!) functional person and I adore him.

the beast that slumbers within your soul (mdzs)

Jiang Cheng centric fic!! I feel like all my favourite fics I’ve written are love letters haha. This is one def my love letter to Jiang Cheng. This fic possessed me for two whole days. I wrote 16k in almost one sitting. I went to sleep at 6 in the morning bc I couldn’t stop writing. And when I drifted off I kept thinking of new ideas so I’d whip out my phone and write down lines and notes. I- have never ever ever felt that way about anything. It was- insane. It felt insane. It was so amazing. I’m still riding the memory of that high.

Basically Jiang Cheng actually finds Baoshan Sanren and it turns out she’s a fox demon and Jiang Cheng is descended from wolves. It’s- okay I said the fic above this had my favourite writing?? That was a lie. This has my favourite writing I’ve ever done. It’s unfinished bc I am in dmbj hell but I am still excited about the next chapter which features Wei Wuxian’s pov!!

the whispers of spirits (dmbj)

My current passion project. In a way it kinda feels similar to hurricane? Bc multiple povs, incorporating different aspects of canon (we’ll get there!! I promise!), shit ton of research, etc. etc. I really really really love it for so many reasons. I’m basically taking all the things I was unsatisfied with in Reboot and Sha Hai and running with it. Found family and whump galore! It’s also a love letter to the women of dmbj who really deserve so so so much better.

Honourable mention to:

One Day (you’ll have given more of yourself than is meant to be taken) (Marvel)

This fic also kinda possessed me. I just- couldn’t get rid of the idea of a trans!Thor. And I mean a mtf Thor! It’s just? So many people look at Thor and go “that’s a Real Man.” Full stop. They never think there could be anything more, and it really really really bothered me. So I wrote out my feelings. I’m not trans. I don’t have that experience at all. I’ve had issues and confusion about my gender but nothing like this. I just wanted to do justice to this idea of Thor in my head. And I still feel a bit nervous having posted it. But I've gotten so many comments from people who really connected with what I’ve written? So I’m very very thankful I wrote it and it has a very special place in my heart. It’s a very cathartic fic.

Fic I spent least time on:

Probably we rise (Star Wars) and I think it shows haha. I wrote it in response to Dave Filoni posting a drawing of Ahsoka and Gandalf telling her “People thought I was dead, too, and look how that turned out...” So I incorporated Ahsoka (and Din and Grogu and Ezra!!!) into the ending of Rise of Skywalker, kinda explaining how I think they could all still be alive. :)

Longest fic:

hurricane is my longest fic (159k) but I’m kinda worried whispers will eclipse that.....

Shortest fic:

Of my posted ones it’s The Five Moments it Took Tony and Scott to Admit They Were Best Friends (and the first time they ever did), currently clocks at 1.6k. It’s unfinished tho so maybe that doesn’t count.... otherwise it’s we rise which is completed and 2k.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

hurricane overall has the most of all these. Though I don’t think hits counts as much bc it’s multi-chapter. If you discount multi-chapter stuff, most hits goes to my obikin smutfic Homecoming, bc people are horny af haha

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:

If I had energy I’d like to rewrite the beginning of hurricane bc it feels so so wordy. I’d want to expand on One Day bc I really would like to write a whole series with trans!Thor. And like- I’d really like the focus to finish any of my WIPs.

Share a bit of a WIP: I really wanna share my Guardian/dmbj crossover that I started back in August. Bc I adore the idea of wu xie&shen wei&ye zun triplets! Plus time travel!!! I dunno if I’ll ever finish it tho ( ; A ; ) It just feels like a lot to deal with right now.

This scene takes place during the Mountain Awl arc. Guardian crew and desperado fam run across each other at the village! Wu Xie has recently found out that he’s adopted and he’s searching for answers in the area Sanshu originally found amnesiac!toddler!Wu Xie in :) Gonna pull two snippets bc I’m v excited and this might be the only time anyone else sees this fic haha:

“Oh?” Pangzi focuses on Yunlan now, lips twisting. “You think I’ve ‘got the wrong guy,’ huh?” He laughs, but it’s not a nice sound. “That’s rich! Are you that cocky or are you just stupid?”

Bristling, Yunlan drops his hands and scowls. “Excuse me?”

“Sir,” Shen Wei tries. “I think—”

Pangzi’s eyes snap back to Shen Wei, sharp and blazing. “How dare you fucking steal his face!”

What?

Automatically, Zhao Yunlan turns to Shen Wei, but the professor looks just as shell-shocked as Zhao Yunlan feels which- is seriously something. Since everything about Shen Wei is so carefully controlled, kept to the minimum. Except for those delightful little smiles that bloom across his lovely face, or the startled little bursts of laughter that fall from his lips. Or even when anger and frustration spark across his features, cracking his calm veneer open enough that he can see a glimmer of what lies beneath, the fire in those eyes. Zhao Yunlan delights in those moments, makes a game of making Shen Wei’s control slip.

He tells himself it’s nothing more than a game. Nothing more than trying to find out what makes Shen Wei tick.

Zhao Yunlan’s always been very bad at lying to himself. Or very good. Depending on who you’re asking.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Yunlan splutters.

But before anyone can say anything else, a very familiar voice calls:

“Pangzi? What’s wrong?”

Yunlan can feel Shen Wei stiffen, and Yunlan himself is pulled to that voice like a planet in orbit, like the inevitable plummet to the ground.

Another shadow wavers in the doorway before it steps out onto the dirt. Light illuminates shaggy hair, limning it gold, sharply casting everything else in shadow. But as the figure nears, the contrast softens until Yunlan can see the newcomer’s face properly and- and—

“Wu Xie!” Pangzi growls. “We’ve got ourselves an impostor!”

The man wearing Shen Wei’s face steps up to them, brows furrowed and mouth pulled down into a sharp frown. He glances between them, eyes landing on Shen Wei. His scowl deepens. He opens his mouth, but then—

“Wu Xie?” Shen Wei breathes, all trembly and lost and hopeless.

Heart in his throat, Yunlan turns to Shen Wei again. Turns and flinches at that stricken look upon Shen Wei’s pale pinched face.

“A-Xie?” Shen Wei chokes. “Didi?”

and

Pangzi snorts. “Professor?”

“I-it’s true!”

Startled Yunlan swings his attention over to Jiajia who clenches her backpack to her chest, face screwed up in admirable determination. “P-professor Shen took me and Xiao Quan on a field trip to investigate an archeological site around here!”

“Oh?” Wu Xie drawls all slow and amused. “Well, what a coincidence. We’re archeologists, too.”

“With guns?” Yunlan bites out.

Wu Xie raises a brow, grin full of teeth. “Well, you can never be too prepared.”

“Right,” Yunlan drawls right back. “Are you a professor, too, then? You come here with your students?”

Wu Xie outright grins. “You could say that, I suppose.”

Out of the corner of his eye, one of the men rolls his eyes. He’s the one with sharp features, glasses and looped earbuds. Does he think it’s appropriate to listen to music at a time like this? Yunlan admires the man’s gall.

aahhhh vish thanks so much again for tagging me!! This was so fun to relive my fic memories!! I’m gonna tag @alwaysaslutforshakespeare @jockvillagersonly @tehfanglyfish @lichelleme @undyingsunshine @humanlighthouse @thewindsofsong I’m curious about your guys’ writing and fandom journey!! As always, no pressure to actually complete this!! I just thought it was fun ❤

Wow if you read all of this I am very humbled and impressed, thank you!!

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#cross talks #my fic #fanfiction #uhhh what else do i tag this as i dunno #about me #cross posts #wip fic

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asks :)

hhhh y’all got me cryin over here over your The Final Girl responses 😭 💕

holy shit so i. so i have notifs on and i usually save them all for night so i can go through them and have all my fics to read at night, right? everytime you post i drop whatever i’m doing and immediately start reading and you NEVER disappoint. that slasher fic is AMAZING. your writing style is so suspenseful and it really gets you into what you’re reading and i’m always so excited with your work. amazing job as always !!

sdfgyhgfghjk it was my first time trying to write like proper horror and i was so scared that it was just gonna fall flat or just not be that tense?? so thank you!! i’m really glad you liked it :)

RHI BBY!! PHENOMENAL work as always. the chase? the build up? the faint sense of hope the reader feels for a successful escape only for her to be quite literally shoved back into the devil’s grasp (also the fact that she’s going to give birth to a killer’s child bdishsjsh its a hopeless situation really), and let’s not get started on that closing line. my GOD i got absolute chills. this genre was literally MADE for you holy shit, thank you for sharing your talent ❤️🐦

🥺 bby I’ve missed you!! i spent a long time debating about whether i’d add the pregnancy thing or not, but i’m so glad i did, because it just adds to the awfulness of it all i think, and the reader’s desperation. but thank you sm!! i’ve decided that writing violent psychopaths with soft spots for their darlings is now my fave thing haha

OH MY GOD THE FINAL GIRL IS INCREDIBLE RHI!! I have to ask, did they stumble upon her at the campsite by chance? or was it their goal from the beginning to get her, her poor friends just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time (i think the latter was implied but just wondering!!) also, who’s the baby daddy 👀👀

oh, they definitely knew that the reader and her friends were camping in their hunting grounds, and probably spent a day or so just watching from a distance, waiting - that’s how they knew that the reader was hiding after they’d killed the others. it just so happened to be bad luck that the reader made an distinct impression on the three in that time, and kind of sealed her own fate without even realising it.

as far as the baby daddy goes - i haven’t decided. it’s a one in three chance i suppose, pick your favourite it’s not like it really matters, they’re just gonna keep breeding you until you give ‘em each what they want 👀

hi!! i think the pregnancy aspect of your story is super fascinating bc it’s sort of a double edged sword. on one end, the pregnancy ties her to them, but on the other, the reader could use it to her advantage. threaten to kill or hurt the baby inside of her if they try to do something, maybe that’s why she was protective over it. not that they won’t just a fuck another one into her

this!! very much this!! the reader’s actually kinda torn over the baby - on the one hand she knows it’s innocent, it didn’t ask to be born and for better or worse it is her child - but it’s also theirs, and she’s terrified of what they’ll do - and you’re right, even if she lost/got rid of that one, they have absolutely no issues in knocking her up again, regardless of what she wants

will they be nice to the baby once they’re born 😰

define ‘nice’👀

haha, i’m kidding. they’re not gonna outright hurt it, they kinda have the whole ‘family’ fantasy thing going on, with the reader being barefoot and pregnant, keeping them happy and sated, and when the kids are old enough they’ll get to out hunting with their dads and it’ll be a real fucked up family bonding.

I was thinking abt yandere pairs in Haikyuu and I know there are the more canon-ish pairs like Bokuaka or Iwaoi but I was wondering what your opinion would be on Osamu & Suna sharing a darling?

ooh - I could definitely get behind a Suna/Osamu x reader pairing!

Omg I loved the slasher fic it was absolutely amazing! Like I’ve read it 3 times already lol. The fear and anticipation and the utter craziness are phenomenal. Question! Akaashi says abt Bo and Kuroo not minding if they get started w/o them. Does this mean they planned from the beginning to abduct the reader? before they killed everyone else? Or did Akaashi just decide? Like how long they knew about the reader before things went down, and if the friends would’ve been spared if she wasn’t there?

so i kinda touched on it above, but they were watching the reader and her friends for a few days and the plan was always (or at least after she caught their attention in all the wrong ways) to leave her alive while killing the others. her friends were always going to die - that much was set in stone the moment they decided to make camp in the woods. but ahhh thank you so much!! you’re very sweet, bby!

RHI! Final Girl? Amazing. Exquisite. 10000/10 👌😫 I was on the edge of my seat the entire time! There’s something about the way you write that just makes me feel the story, ya’ know? God, feral killer Bokuto and teasing, merciless Kuroo were TERRIFYING but cold, calculated Akaashi made my heart level elevate 😰 (all in a very good way I assure you) But can I ask if the trio had been planning that for awhile? Did they see you somewhere and develop a crush? (How did Kuroo and Bokuto react when they came back and saw Akaashi and reader “getting started” without them? 🥵) Thanks for making my Halloween! 🧡

💕💕💕 thank you!!! you guys are being so nice about this fic!!

but it’s kind of funny, because akaashi definitely knew that kuroo and bokuto would both be pissed off to come back and see him and the reader having ‘fun’ without them, but they’re not there to stop him and akaashi low key enjoys winding them up. plus, he wants to be the first to taste her, and he knows bo and kuroo are both selfish and possessive, so he’ll take any opportunity/head start he can get haha.

RHIIII OML ASDFGHJKL I THINK I MIGHT DIE. That was insanely beautiful! Terrifying but beautiful. *incoherent screaming* YOU'RE DOING GREAAAAT!! YOU'RE ONE AMAZING PERSON!! HERE TAKE ALL MY LOVEEE 💕💕💕💕💕

SDFGHJKHGHJK BBY THANK YOUUUUUU!! you’re gonna make me melt if y’all keep being so damn sweet 😭 ily!!

BRO IN FINAL GIRL WHEN YOU PUT THAT PLOT TWIST I WAS SHAKING ITS SO GOOD

i am a huge sucker for plot twists, i’m glad you liked this one haha

Hi Rhi, just dropping by. Hope you're doing great 😊 Ilysm and take care of yourself 💕💕💕

ily2 bby!! i hope you’re having a good day!

Lol I am shamelessly obsessed with your blog. I saw someone send you an ask saying to not feel self conscious about your smut writing and I agree!! Your stories, no matter how soon the smut starts, are absolutely incredible without the smut carrying it like some other writers on tumblr. However when you do add the actual smut it never disappoints. It’s literally like grade A stuff ya know lol. I feel like I’m reading a mini novel when I read your writing and I love it.

💕 PLS COME GET UR KISSES ANON!! no but seriously thank you, smut is always one of the areas i feel most self conscious about writing and i’m nervous to post it when i do write it, but i’m glad you guys like it (and want more?? maybe??) 💕

#BD answers #ask #fic q's

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Clariiiii hiiii!! I just finished all my finals and I haven’t been on this blog in a while, so I’m planning on catching up on ur recent writings but I had to come in here and talk about the anon u just answered about the movies that inspired your works!! Cause I’m obsessed with like genuinely every single one of them and I can SO see how ur inspired by them. Goodfellas is one of my fav movies ever and the comparison between Henry and Tomura...wow. Like u got it...like Henry is ultimately unstable especially by the end of the movie and that kind of thing is already happening with Tomura based on the recent installments of bmb so yeah I absolutely see that. (Also the shinning inspo? Making me very nervous for what is to come but so so excited!) ALSO??? Reservoir dogs holy shit Dabi is absolutely reminiscent of Vic Vega that is driving me insane!!! Dabi dancing and singing as he tortures someone??? Many thoughts head full. Anyways I love the inspo for poison as well cause I’m genuinely so obsessed with like lovers on the run or criminal lovers who would kill for each other...Just like such a good trope. That was so interesting to read and now I’m gonna go catch up on ur writing and I’ll probably come back and praise u for it lmao hope ur day is going well hon!! 🕊🕊🕊

HELLO DOVE BB <333

first of all, congrats on finishing your finals!!! i hope you feel a little lighter and have some time to pamper yourself and relax now <33

HAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAH DOVE THANK YOU THANK YOU EEEEEEE i love film so so soooooo much so pls feel free to come chat with me about it any time!! YES RIGHT????? like i said, henry and michael both remind me of tomura in different ways, but he’s absolutely more henry than michael hehehe <33 i’m so glad you agree tho!!! goodfellas is one of my all-time favourite films as well!!

LMAO don’t worry, it’s more uhhhhh like a FEELING/concept from the shining than a plot point...kinda, hehehehe oop

YEAH YEAH YEAH LIKE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE SUCH A MASSIVE CRUSH ON VIC AND HE REMINDS ME OF DABI SO MUCH???? or i guess, more appropriately, dabi reminds me of him hehehehe <33 they both have that sociopathic killing-is-fun vibe yk??? like they’re so SADISTIC ugh i love it sm <333

SAME SAME like literally yes omg yes i love that type of love that seriously borders on obsession from BOTH sides, from BOTH parties, yk? and it’s just so unhealthy and so co-dependent but they’re SO in love????? and then adding the whole ‘lovers on the run’ trope where it’s quite literally them against the world and all they need is each other???? ugh i love it <333

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HEHEHE YOUR SECOND ASK CAME IN AS I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING UR FIRST SO I’M JUST ANSWERING THEM HERE TOGETHER <33

first of all, my gosh no of course it’s not annoying!!!!!!!! dove babie if anyone ever tells you that your asks or your compliments are annoying then they’re a fucking asshole who does not deserve your attention or interaction. i am so thankful that you drop by to share your thoughts, i promise!! so never be shy! <33 it may take me a few days to answer but i try my best to answer everything i receive! <3

AAAAAAAH HEHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! yeah i really picked like,,, the most side side character for that piece ahahaha but i love naoya so much and i felt like he was so perfect for the concept!! but i’m super duper happy to hear that you enjoyed it!!! <333 when i heard that u were looking for my recent stuff i ran to edit my lil navi hehehe even tho my masterlist rn is missing like,,,, five pieces or something ridiculous like that :// rly gotta update that...maybe i’ll do that today hehe

YAAAAAAY EEEEEEEEEE I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!!!!!!!!!! i’m SO ridiculously excited for their fic series aaaaaaaaaaah but thank you, thank you! it really is so much fun to take one of my favourite characters ever and seriously examine him and split him into TWO people ehehe <333

of course i don’t mind!! nothing happened to it bb i just haven’t been working on it! the tag is still linked, but y’all stopped sending me asks pertaining to the AU so i haven’t written much for it since the last ask i got!! i do still have the reader + dabi fooling around at the back of keigo’s classroom ask in my drafts, and i am still planning on turning that into a oneshot, and i also have an ask from the anon who sent in the prof keigo dumbification + manipulation ask pertaining to how touya + tenko would react when/if they found out, and i still plan on writing a lil drabble for that as well!! i just haven’t gotten around to working on them yet <3

aaaah thank you again my sweet lil dove bb!!!! <33333 i really appreciate you stoppig by to share your thoughts with me and i’m so so so happy that you enjoy my work and that it brought you a bit of entertainment hehehe <33

#you're wonderful!!!!!!!#i'm not gonna say too much in the tags because the answer to this is literally MASSIVE already hehehe #but once again thank you very much!!#feel free to come chat with me about movies whenever u want i love them sm!!!!!!!#but yeah the dark academia au still exists and i will still be working on it eventually!!!#i actually have 24+ wips right now #i say 24+ because the last time i counted there were 24 and i know i've added more but i can't remember how many more hehehe #and i just cbf rn to get my notebook out and count them all again #POINT IS I HAVE A LOT OF WIPS LMAO #and i can only write one or two things at a time :(#and!!! i have a job :o #so i'm like #mega busy all the time lately hehehe #but it's a good kind of busy #it makes me feel really good about myself and really productive yk???#anyway!!!!#have an incredible weekend sweetpea <33 #i am sending you so much love n health!!! pls be safe out there!!#🕊.anon #clari gets mail #inky.bb

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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6, 12, 14, 15, & 21 for the writing asks? -megs 💙

hachi machi okie dokie how many more nonsense rhymes can i say ok that's it great let's go

6. What fic is on your back burner, waiting to be written when you feel your skill matches its potential? answered this one here! i'm SURE there are more though let me check my fic ideas doc (fun fact my fic ideas doc is still called "Malum fic ideas:" from back in the early days of this blog when i was chiefly writing malum because of helen). oh! well. the major league baseball au is still uh, kinda back burner-y. that's another one that i started and then ran face first into a wall known as The Wall of Trying To Realistically Represent A Situation I've Never Been In But Also Include Romance Which Would Not Typically Exist In This Setting So I'm Really Setting Myself Up For Failure Here it's a really annoying wall i know hazel hits it too so i'm just ignoring it for the moment. i also think a castaways fic (the concept, not the song) would be really awesome but tricky because, once again, i've never actually BEEN a castaway, and my knowledge of the topic is pretty heavily based on the book hatchet so like. yeah. i have a lot.

12. Where do you commonly find inspiration for your stories? everywhere! i saw in your answer you said you hear song lyrics and think they'd make good fic titles, i do EXACTLY the same thing (hence the doc "good lyrics for titles"). one day ill make that doc into a prompt list and post it on here and just fuck myself over. previously ive gotten some inspiration from movies but i shortly after completing baby driver au i realized that was a fluke and that in general i am pretty bad at making fics out of movie plots because i am very bad at remembering salient details about movies in the order that they happen. like i started a robin hood (2018) au but barely got anywhere with it because i realized i had never actually understood the plot well enough to write it. i would say the things that inspire me the most are songs (we know i loooove a songfic, mostly bc they make the job so easy by just laying out the plot and vibe for me) and also things that happen to me and feelings i have about those things. unfortunately many of my experiences are not universal (hello jewish summer camp) which may be part of why i've had so much trouble coming up with ideas lately. but as soon as i'm back at school i get the feeling i'll be doing fine again.

14. Share a few sentences of what you’re currently working on? what AM i currently working on? technically speaking i'm kinda sorta working on two things but one of them just doesn't have a good snippet and i don't wanna do a Reveal yet so ill give you this one instead, from a fic i might never even post:

“Oh, I meant to tell you, my mum called earlier, she asked if you’re okay.” Ashton’s mum always asks if Luke is okay. Exactly that way, is Luke doing okay?, like Luke gives off some kind of not-doing-okay vibe. He suspects it’s a leftover instinct from his and Ashton’s mutual breakdown a few years back, but honestly, he’s doing better now. It’s sweet of her to ask, but she could just ask about him the same way she asks about Michael and Calum. How’s Luke? would be fine.

“I am great,” Luke says. “How’s she? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay,” Ashton says. “She’s started taking Harry to look at some universities.” He pauses. “University. You know? What the fuck?”

“No way,” Luke says, and tries to work out if he’s meant to be surprised by that. He can’t remember how old Harry is. Clearly almost uni-age. Ashton’s told him this a million times, but Luke can’t keep track when the answer keeps changing. He doesn’t want Ashton to think he’s forgotten, so he just says, “That’s insane.”

15. What are some of your favorite tropes to write? Do they match the ones you read? answered this one here as well! i've managed to get unbelievably long-winded answering every single one of these questions so far so i won't write another answer for this one

21. Do you have any stories you’ve written completely but never posted? Why? Please tell us about them? yes!! i have a handful. let me hunt them down. okay final answer, i have five!

one is an au based on the prompt "we’re at a party and someone asks what your type is and you describe me perfectly while staring right at me” which i never posted because i wrote it a while ago and honestly i don't think it's good enough to post. also i kinda don't like the background character i made jack barakat. i could edit it. but. ehh

one is a fic that is set in the daydream jalex fic 'verse, but the only way it's relevant to that 'verse is because it has ace!jack, and it's highly personal and probably the most projection-heavy fic i've ever written and i never posted it because i'm nervous to be Known like that lol

one is technically emo lashton, but not actually set in the emo lashton 'verse that i've created, and that one is ALSO one of the most projection-heavy fics i've ever written. it's usually the fics that are full of projection but in a specific way that i think isn't really relatable that i write but don't end up posting. it's a good fic honestly i wouldn't be against posting it i just never have. also partially because i'm between two titles for that fic lol

one is.......something that was originally going to be set in a different fic universe (for a fic i havent posted or finished writing lol), but now i don't know if it will necessarily fit in that 'verse, so it's kind of its own very short but complete thing. i never posted it because (1) it's super short, less than 1k, and i don't like to post stuff that short, and also (2) just in case it DOES fit the fic 'verse, i don't wanna give away the ending, lmao

and lastly there's a fic i wrote in an excited haze when sam and meghna and i made the ssf and the aces plans, which is like, ot4 meeting but they're all internet friends. guess what inspired that. i'll never post it because it really wasn't written with the intention of posting it, i sent it to sam and meghna and they were the only people i wanted to read it and they have so <3

writing asks

#the snippet posted here is ALSO from a veeery projection-heavy fic and that is why i may never actually post it #it took me so long to finish answering this because while searching for completed fics that ive written i got distracted #rereading the robin hood au #dude it's so good i'm so mad #there are also a handful of fics in my docs that are like. probably 89% finished #and the way i could finish them is if i just edited them by deleting the last like three paragraphs in each #because i think the place where i took the plot in a couple was like. wrong. and if i undid that then i could finish the fic #but i'm too lazy #plus i hate deleting paragraphs of writing when it's good writing #yowza this is a long answer lol #megs #roommate #ask #anonymous #igarbagecannoteven

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sweet spot // part 2

Read part 1 here!

Paring: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character (Lex)

Summary: modern AU where Robin tells Steve about cam girls, and he falls hard for a stranger on the internet. This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve written yet, sorry, not sorry. Smut, obviously, and this one’s filthier than the first part. Still cute, too, and with a plot twist! Part two of two!!

Word count: 3,405

Warnings: language, smut (daddy kink, praise kink, orgasm denial if you squint...? etc.)

A/N: I’m wired on caffeine so here’s part two lol. It’s definitely not the dirtiest fic but it’s a lil more than the previous part?? Idk I’m kinda surprised anyone even read the first one lol so thank you!! Hope y’all enjoy this part as well!! <3

Weeks passed, and Lex and Steve talked nearly every day, whenever they had the time. He respected when she had shows to do, it was her job, after all, and he understood he couldn’t get in the way of that. The connection between the two continued to blossom naturally, falling into a routine of always calling every night, eventually exchanging numbers to text, Snapchat, the usual, throughout the daytime.

When they did talk, it wasn’t always sexual. It wasn’t just about getting off. Sure, it still happened, and Steve found himself wishing more and more that he and Lex could actually meet, even more importantly for the cheesy, cutesy, couple shit. Just to spend time with one another, to be near one another, to care for her. They flirted, they talked openly about most things, but there was never a label thrown onto whatever their relationship was. The more he learned about Lex, the more he wished that could change.

“So, I know I’ve been avoiding it, but...” Lex started off one night as they video chatted. “Where are you, currently?”

“Me?”

“No, the cutie behind you.” Lex joked, shaking her head. “Yes, you, Steve.”

“I’m uh- I used to live in Hawkins, Indiana, but moved out this way to Chicago a few years back with my best friend, Robin.” Steve said, a little shocked she asked this question first. He wanted to know for awhile now, but didn’t ask out of respect, didn’t want to come off as a creep. Knew tons of other details already, but was afraid that would come off as creepy to her. Go figure.

Lex’s smile dropped, eyes wide, and Steve could swear she was looking directly into his soul. Suddenly, he began to panic.

“What, did I say something bad?”

“No! No, no. Not at all. I uh...” Lex bit her lip, looking off. “I live in the city too.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to let his face fall, jaw wide open. “You’re kidding.”

Lex shook her head, a tiny smile growing on her face. “I swear I’m not kidding. I’m serious.”

Steve’s thoughts were racing, trying to figure out what to say, but still completely stunned they lived in the same city. This whole time he just assumed they were so much further apart.

Steve held in his breath before finally gaining the courage to ask, “... Could we meet? I mean, only if you want to and are comfortable with that- I know it’s probably really weird, meeting someone from your job and all, maybe I shouldn’t-“

Lex softly said, “Yes”, but Steve was still rambling, worried he overstepped his boundaries.

“- I mean, that must be creepy, for you, not for me. Oh, god-“

“Steve!” Lex giggled, trying to pull him from his nervous thoughts. He stopped, looking at her. “Yes! Yes, we can absolutely meet.”

A smile crept up along his face, genuinely excited to spend time with a girl for the first time in ages. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to ask, but I was worried that would be weird... with my job, and all.” Lex said, and Steve laughed, letting the nervousness fall away.

“You? Weird? Absolutely not. I don’t care that this is your job- it’s how we’ve gotten to know each other, right? And I’ve been wanting to ask, too.” Steve admitted, shoulders relaxing again. “So, like... soon?”

Lex nodded shyly, curled up under her blankets on the other side of the screen; she looked exhausted, and Steve figured she was, having worked most of the day.

“Soon, soon, soon,” she yawned, a sleepy smile plastered across her face.

Steve climbed under his covers, placing the laptop on the empty space in bed beside him. They sleepily talked to each other before eventually falling asleep, almost right next to one another. Steve began to dream about how nice it could be, falling asleep next to one another in real life, too.

Soon, soon, soon.

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“Do I look stupid?”

“When don’t you look stupid?”

“Robin, please, you’re being the world’s worst wing-woman right now.”

“You look fine, quit worrying.” Robin replied, leaning against the doorframe of Steve’s room, watching him panic about his appearance in the mirror. “She’s already seen you naked, so why are you nervous?”

“Robin!”

“It’s true!” Robin answered, shrugging. “You’ll be fine. It’s like, the awkward stuff is out of the way now.”

“Not really.” Steve narrowed his eyes at Robin’s remark.

“Whatever, have fun, be safe, no babies!” Robin said as she turned to walk back down the hall to her room. Steve rolled his eyes before focusing on his outfit again.

“It’s just a date. It’s just a date. Why am I so nervous? I’ve done this before. It’s just a date.” He mumbled to himself while fumbling with the hem of his shirt. “It’s just a date.”

A few minutes passed before he felt comfortable enough to head out of his apartment, and to the elevator. Steve and Lex had plans to finally, really meet, at Navy Pier, since it was such a beautiful day out. His heart was ready to break open his chest with how hard it continued beating.

As he waited for the elevator, he tried calming down, not wanting to be a nervous wreck around Lex. He couldn’t stop second guessing himself, though. She was so confident in who she was, from the inside and out, and most certainly had more experience when it came to sex than Steve did. That part was really new for him.

The elevator chime rang out as the doors open, and when Steve looked up, his heart dropped.

“Holy shit...”

“Steve?”

“Lex?”

Before him stood Lex, in the elevator, in one of her many cute dresses, wearing the same sweet smile she always had, and Steve could not believe his eyes. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, too.

They stood apart for a moment, before Lex rushed out of the elevator and wrapped her arms around Steve in an air-stealing hug. It didn’t take long for him to react, though, and he brought his arms around her too, feeling their bodies naturally melt into one another.

“Hi- what- how-“

“I’m just as confused as you are, cutie.” Lex whispered, still stunned. She stepped back a bit. “You live in this building too?”

Steve could only bring himself to nod, now fully stunned at how gorgeous she was in real life. Sure, she was stunning on screen, but in person, Lex was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“We- so you-“ Steve stuttered some more, before pausing to catch his thoughts. “- we’ve been living in the same city, the same building this whole time-“

“I know- this is fucking insane.” Lex breathed. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

“I can’t believe you’re real.” Steve laughed, in disbelief of this entire situation.

“Do you still want to go on our date? Because I got dressed up for this-“

“Yes, absolutely, Lex.” Steve said, lacing his hand in hers, and with a smile, she tugged him back towards the elevator, and off they went.

Hours later, after a perfect first date, getting to know one another in real time, in real life, they headed back to their apartment building. Lex had been just as charming and amazing as he knew her behind the screen.

Steve walked Lex to her apartment, not ready to say goodbye, not wanting to pressure her into anything, but she spoke up first.

“Come in, I don’t want today to end yet.”

And Steve gladly did, not wanting to say goodbye either. Once the door shut, Lex spun on her heels, tugging on Steve’s hands, pulling him closer. He could feel how rapid his heartbeat became, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious to Lex.

“Lex?” Steve’s voice fell to a whisper as he held the side of her face, thumb grazing across her bottom lip.

As if she knew what he was about to ask, Lex’s eyes fell to Steve’s lips, then back up to his gaze again, nodding, as a small hum of consent left her lips. Steve waited a second, just to make sure, before crashing his lips onto hers. Lex’s lips were softer than he imagined, and tasted like cotton candy. A small whimper escaped her throat, and her hands moved into his hair, gently tugging, causing a soft groan to leave Steve’s mouth. Lex bit her lip before moving in to gently kiss him back. Their mouths moved in harmony with one another, opening and letting each other in. Steve felt the flutter in his stomach, the one he always got when things got hot and heavy between one another, but now this was really happening. It wasn’t just online anymore, this was the real deal.

Mumbling a “jump” against her lips, Steve carried her inside further, pulling away to ask where her bedroom was. Pointing with a lazy hand, she continued to kiss across his face, down his jawline, and down further on his neck, driving him crazy.

Once inside, Steve dropped Lex gently on the bed before crawling up over her, mirroring her actions with kissing her neck, pulling small, soft moans out of her. Their hands were all over one another, moving quickly to make up for lost time while still enjoying the moment. As Steve reached down to tug Lex’s dress up, she pulled back a bit, placing a hand on his chest, motioning him to stop.

“Are you okay?” He asked, breath short. Lex bit her lip, looking away again.

Steve sat back, giving room to Lex to sit up as well.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Lex. It’s okay, really.” Steve assured her, hoping this didn’t scare her off, that he didn’t move too fast. Lex wildly shook her head.

“No, that’s not it. I want to, I just...” her voice was small, shy. “.. you know... haven’t, yet.”

Steve’s jaw dropped, not sure what to say. He couldn’t believe this stunning girl, this girl who made her living as a cam girl, who had more toys than an average adult toy shop, just admitted to never having sex.

“You probably don’t want to be with me anymore, huh?”

“Lex, that’s not the case at all. I’m just... shocked, I guess.” Steve said, bewildered. “You have way more knowledge and experience with so much of this stuff, I just assumed- I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“You didn’t, I promise. I... kind of want to, with you, you know. I do want to, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to after finding out.”

Steve gently took her face in his hands, voice dropping lowly again. “Show me what you know, and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

That seemed to be enough to shake some of the shyness off Lex’s back, and she leaned back in to kiss Steve again. It didn’t take long for things to get heated again, as she crawled onto his lap, swiftly tugging his shirt off, and subconsciously began grinding down on him. Steve’s hands shakily tugged her dress off as she kept grinding down, rolling her hips into his.

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.” Steve groaned, holding her hips still with a firm grip. Lex whined, pouting, desperate to feel anything, just to get relief. Like second nature, her hand dipped down between them, reaching for her core, but Steve grabbed her hand, stopping her. He reached for her other hand, gently pushing her back and pinning them above her head.

“You do this enough, let me take care of you.” He whispered, moving to kiss her lips, then down to her neck, and slowly down her chest, reaching for her bra clasp with one hand as his other grabbed her side tightly. As it fell loose, he threw it aside, admiring her figure, still in total shock a woman as stunning as this could be interested in him. Lex’s hips bucked up, still desperate for his touch, for anything at all. He held them down firmly.

“Steve...” Lex whined, wishing he’d hurry up. She didn’t want to rush her first time, but she definitely was over how agonizingly slow this boy was going.

Ignoring her impatience, Steve began to kiss her body again, skillfully playing with her breasts, enjoying the way she arched into his touch already. He continued trailing down slowly, leaving kisses along the way, falling in between her legs.

“You still alright? Tell me to stop whenever you want.” Steve said, genuinely concerned that she was just as into this as he was, and she immediately nodded, smiling and blushing. Looking up at her once more, he began kissing her thighs, and back up just above where the elastic of her underwear fell. Lex’s breathing became shallow as she looked down at Steve, feeling that feeling she usually got playing with herself, only now, it was ten times more intense. Heat began building in her belly, anticipating Steve’s next move.

Slowly, his hands pulled her underwear down and off, sliding himself off the edge of the bed as he did so, and snaked his arms underneath her thighs, hooking her body closer to him as he sank to his knees.

“You’re so wet already, baby.” He mumbled, still gently kissing her inner thighs, alternating between soft love bites across her skin. Whimpers tumbled from Lex’s mouth, wanting him so badly.

Before Lex could whine again, Steve softly kissed her heat, earning a gasp from Lex as her eyes rolled back while he continued. A low chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating against her core, before he began delving deeper with his tongue, pulling a symphony of moans from her lungs. Circling her clit, he sucked as his fingers gently teased between her folds before entering one slowly. Lex’s back arched up as Steve pumped the finger slowly, building the pleasure up; Lex had never felt this good before, not even from herself.

“Please...”

Steve pulled his mouth away, smirking up at Lex, hands still at work. “Please, what? Use your words, Lex.”

Not used to the tables turning, where Lex wasn’t in charge, wasn’t the dominant one- even with her cute, innocent demeanor- she cried out as she shimmied down further onto his finger, wanting more.

“More, I need m-more,” Lex breathed, intoxicated by the feeling of Steve inside her like this.

Without hesitation, he added a second finger, causing Lex to moan out louder. Her entrance was tight, but she was so wet, he was able to move with ease. He continued, picking up the pace and curling his fingers, hitting her g-spot. Lex’s body writhed with pleasure, gripping onto the sheets within reach.

“I’m close, daddy.”

Sure enough, that snapped something in Steve, and he immediately pulled out and away from Lex, causing her to whine in protest.

“Not yet, you’re not.” He teased, climbing back above her, leaving sloppy kisses up her body as he reached back to her face. Hesitating, he hovered over Lex, before she made the first move to kiss him again. Open mouthed, their tongues roughly brushed one another, and Lex could taste herself on him, sending her even further into her haze of pleasure.

“Fuck me, please, I need you.” Lex mumbled against Steve’s lips, needy as ever. Steve kissed her again before parting, grabbing a condom out of his pocket before quickly throwing his pants and boxers off. As he crawled back up, Lex sat up a bit, took Steve’s length in her hand, slowly pumping as she grabbed the foil packet from him, unwrapping it and covering his cock.

Steve gently pushed her back down, lifting her legs and hooking his arms underneath, teasing her entrance before asking once more time: “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Tell me to stop if you need.”

Among how heated and sinful things were becoming, Steve checking in with Lex meant a lot to her; he genuinely cared that she was okay, especially for her first time.

“If it hurts, tell me, okay?” He said, nervousness creeping up again. Lex nodded, biting her lip while looking up at him.

Slowly, he pushed into her entrance with caution, realizing just how tight she really was, but focusing more on her expressions and if she was alright. Eyes shut, lip tucked between her teeth, it stung at first for her. As she adjusted to his size, she opened her eyes, nodding for him to continue. Still at a slow, safe pace, he began moving, waiting for any further signs from her.

“Faster,” Lex breathed, growing comfortable again. She lifted her legs higher up, giving Steve a better angle to hit her spot just right again. Lex began moaning again, feeling the heat build up in her core again. It didn’t take long for her to get close again.

“God, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.” Steve grunted, and Lex pulled his body back down, scratching his back while biting his neck, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

“I’m close again-“

“Come for me, baby girl.” Steve moaned, reaching down between their bodies to play with her clit, and Lex began seeing stars, crying out as her body shook, riding her wave out. Steve continued rolling his hips forward into her, kissing her as she came down from her high.

Breathless, Lex managed to flip them over, hovering above Steve now. “Sit up.”

Not expecting the sudden change, he did as she ordered, sitting up against the backboard of her bed. Lex sat above him, sinking down onto his cock slowly, releasing a strangled moan out of Steve. His head fell back, eyes hooded as he watched Lex take control now.

Lex began grinding down, taking him all in, causing them both to moan together. She leaned back as she started to switch between grinding and bouncing, enjoying the sight of pleasure overcoming Steve, smirking as he bit his lip, holding back moans.

Grabbing his face, she pulled his gaze towards her. “No, I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel, daddy.”

That was enough to make Steve growl and grip Lex’s hips tightly, guiding her grinding motions even harder. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, getting closer to release. His hand reached up, tangling in her hair, and pulled. Lex whined, grinding faster.

“You gonna come with me, baby?”

Lex nodded, desperate for another release, and Steve began playing with her clit, while pulling her close, taking over and thrusting harder and faster into Lex. Her walls began tightening, squeezing around Steve again, and she cried out, head thrown back, letting pleasure engulf her once more. Her body began to convulse, and Steve reached his high directly after, pulsing inside of her.

Foreheads pressed against one another, arms tangled around each other’s bodies, sweating and breathless, they rode out the shared wave of pleasure, not just seeing stars, but the whole fucking universe together. Gently kissing one another, sharing smiles and aftershocks, Lex and Steve stayed tangled for a bit longer, before finally prying themselves apart.

Laying together in Lex’s bed, sharing the afterglow, Steve was the one to finally break the silence. “Where... the hell... did you learn... that...”

A raspy giggle snuck past Lex’s lips. “Just because I haven’t had sex with anyone before, doesn’t mean I haven’t learned while playing on my own.”

Mind blown by the pure bliss he still felt, Steve pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head softly. “You are so out of my league, you know that, Lex?”

“Shut up, Steve.” She mumbled, kissing his shoulder sleepily. Steve got up, wanting to clean the both of them up before either fell asleep. After all was said and done, he crawled back under the covers next to her, spooning her, kissing the side of her neck.

“You did so good, Lex.” He muttered a praise, now feeling sleep creep up to him, too. He continued to sleepily caress her sides and trace circles in her skin. “You’re so good to me, baby girl.”

Content, Lex hummed in response, too sleepy to use words, snuggling back into Steve closer. Still intoxicated on the pleasure and bliss they shared, the two of them drifted off into sleep, cozy as ever, tangled up within one another.

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x oc #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #modern!au #sweet spot #my fics

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johaerys-writes · 4 years

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Fanfic Tag

I was tagged ages ago by @thesaltyhealer and @pikapeppa! Thank you so much, this is so interesting :D

Rules: Share five fics (or stories!) you have written, then tag 5 writers (oops, haha)

1. A fic you are proud of?

It would have to be my current WIP A World With You. I’ve been working on it for quite a while, and I’ve put so much thought, time and love into it, it’s insane. It will always be my baby. Plus, my OC Tristan is my favourite boyo of all time :)

2. A fic you are excited about?

I’m really excited about where A World With You is going right now, and I seriously can’t wait to hit some major plot points I have planned, namely the Winter Palace, the battle at Adamant, fighting Venatori, Tristan Losing His Shit™ and, of course, smut ;)

I’m also very excited about the Surfer AU @thesaltyhealer and I have been working on! It’s a modern day AU and features my OC Tristan and Dorian, and Salty’s Maori/Solas. I just adore writing those salty fools in a modern day Thedas setting, lol!

Another fic that I’ve also been working on for a while and I’m very excited about is a small Cole/Lavellan fic that I really, really love and perhaps I’ll find the courage to post one day :3

3. A fic that was challenging to write?

A World With You, hands down. It’s the longest fic I’ve written yet, and there are so many things to juggle, it gets overwhelming sometimes. Both Tristan and Dorian are complicated characters with lots of issues because of their traumatic pasts, and that’s something I wanted to preserve and showcase as respectfully as possible while writing their relationship’s development. I’m also trying to incorporate more of the game’s lore and politics into my fic, and trying to balance that out with the romance can be a bit tricky. Still, I’m loving every minute of it and I’m so, so proud of it :’)

4. A fic that was something you hadn’t tried before?

The Surfer AU!! I’ve never written with anyone else before, but my fellow potate @thesaltyhealer is such an amazing writer and the story is so interesting, my brain can’t handle it lol. Plus, brainstorming with her is probably my favourite thing in the whole damn world :D

As It Was is also something that I had never tried before, since it’s a Solas POV. It was inspired by @thesaltyhealer’s The Guardian and features Solas and her OC Maori, and it’s still one of my favourite one shots I’ve ever written (btw, please check out Salty’s fic if you haven’t already, I love it so so much and her writing is to die for!!)

Another fic that was a first for me was The One She Runs To that I wrote for my beloved friendos @pikapeppa and @schoute, and it features pika’s Rynne Hawke and Fenris, and schoute’s Piper Lavellan from their Pirate AU Where the Winds of Fortune Take Me. I was so nervous when I posted it because I had never written in Fenris’s POV before, but it was such a joy to write and I still love going back to it when I’m drowning in Fenrynne feels :3

5. If you had to choose one fic above all to share, what would it be?

A World With You!! It is my favourite story I’ve ever written, and I’m lowkey obsessed with it. If I’m not writing it, I’m probably daydreaming about it or brainstorming on the next chapters (or crying to @thesaltyhealer about it XD). It’s also the one that has pushed me the most as a writer, and the one that I have spent the most time researching. Tristan and Dorian's story has totally gripped my soul, and I’m so looking forward to writing more of them in the future and exploring their relationship even more.

I think everyone has been tagged already, but I’ll still tag forward to @midnightprelude, @badpriestessofbuttsburgh, @tessa1972, @welcome-to-gaydas, @that-one-french-guy, @schoute, @andrasste and anyone else that would like to share more about their fic! No pressure, as always :)

#fanfic tag #a world with you #johaerys writes

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kingsandsaints · 4 years

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~ Author Meme ~

I claim to be tagged by @ihni ! wasn’t tagged directly but I wanted to do this so here y’all go !

I don’t have a lot of work published so far so I’m going to take some liberties and talk about some WIPs as well

Author Name: KingsAndSaints (formerly WhereTheWildThingsWent but who has the time to type or remember that)

Fandoms you write for: Nowadays it’s all Harringrove but I’ve written SO MUCH that I’ve never posted. Pretty much all of it was RPF, either of youtubers or bands.

Where you post: AO3

Most popular one-shot: The only one-shot I’ve published is Like A Sunburn, so I guess that one. It’s about Billy having chronic pain after the battle of Starcourt and doesn’t even have 1k reads. I’m still glad I wrote it because I gave Billy the same condition as my roommate and writing it was a way for me to imagine what her life is like on a day to day basis. I’ve only told her that I wrote it a few weeks ago and it’s going to be the first piece of my fanfic that she’s ever going to read which will be weird. More so because I’m kind of nervous that I got something wrong, but it will be good to be told so.

Favourite story you wrote: It has to be Definitely Something. I started it trying to write something light and funny for a change but it seems I can’t write anything over 1k without also throwing in some turbulent musings on the human condition. It was really fun to dig into the characters and come up with their family history, wants and needs. And some of the comments I got on that one can still bring me to tears. I’m still really proud that I finished it.

Story you were nervous to post: I have some mpreg stories in my drive that I am nervous to post, present tense. I know a lot of people are put off by mpreg because it tends to feminize male characters, which is fair. However, I think the problem is not that a man having a baby is weird. It’s that pregnancy itself is just insane, regardless of gender or sex. It’s an incredibly intense thing your body goes through and I think the fact that it’s happening to a male character just brings the inherent weirdness to the surface. We’ve just normalized and kinda glamorized pregnancy for women when I think it’s just as weird and beautiful and gross as a man having a baby.

There is so much conflict you can draw from in mpreg. In of the stories I’m writing Billy is intersex, gets pregnant by accident and hates every second of it. For him being a pregnant boy in the 80s is an incredibly traumatizing and dysphoric experience. He just wants to get out of Hawkins, get into college and move on with his life. Meanwhile, Steve is pretty excited about having a child and getting some purpose and direction in his life now that he doesn’t have college to look forward to. The tension between Billy not wanting anything to do with the baby and Steve wanting to keep it while both want to stay together is one I find really interesting to write about.

That’s part of the reason why I ended up writing my thesis about A/B/O. Because it’s weird and kind of uncomfortable but that discomfort is proof that there is something strange and novel going on regarding sex and gendered embodiment. For me, that initial discomfort is the main reason to explore male pregnancy and how it would function on a personal and societal level

How do you choose your titles:

They just come to me. I usually get a few ideas while I’m writing and pick one, but if I don’t have anything, I just chose something from a list I made of phrases that sound nice. In the case of Definitely Something, I had the title before I worked it into the story.

Do you outline: I start out with a collection of scenes that I like. When I feel like I have enough plot material and I want to make a serious effort to finish the story, I’ll do some outlining before try to fill in the gaps, just so I feel like I know where I’m going. I also outline during revision.

Complete: 3 on AO3, 5 if I count old Wattpad fics in.

In Progress: Too many. I tend to abandon stories for new ideas and pick them back up much later. What I’m working on changes from week to week. In the case of Definitely Something, I wrote the first scenes 16 months before I’d finished the final chapter and wrote a bunch in the meantime.

This week I came up with three one-shot ideas, none of which are finished just yet but the fact that they are short is very new for me. All my ideas usually end up being novel-length so it’s nice to get some ideas that I could actually finish within a week’s time. The one I’m closest to finishing is one where Steve doesn’t want Billy to get a tattoo for him, but then Billy remembers he’s a naughty bitch.

I also have my Two Princes AU based on a serial fiction podcast but more on that one later.

Do you accept prompts: no... I don’t have enough faith in my skills as a writer to ask for requests. There are already a bunch of incredibly talented writers in this fandom who can stir up some brilliant one-shots with one or two lines of prompt, but I don’t think I’d be one of them.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: The Two Princes AU! The fun thing about writing an AU is that I know exactly what’s supposed to happen but you also have a lot of freedom.

The podcast is quite jolly and gets through events fairly fast, but in text, I have the time to really develop the characters, describe their train of thought and add a few additional storylines. Another thing is that in audio they don’t really describe the scenery so I get do add that element as well. Plus, it’s been really fun to study the story and figure out where how I’d cast the characters of Stranger Things into the existing roles.

OH, and making a playlist?? I found this string quartet that does classical covers of pop songs and they made albums of the soundtrack of the first two seasons of ST so you fucking bet I’m gonna have Prince Billiam enter the stage on a string cover of Rock You Like A Hurricane !!!

So yes I’m very excited about this. Feeling pretty confident this will be the next multi-chapter thing I’m going to post. I kind of want to finish it before I start posting so I can pop a chapter out every week and illustrate each chapter.

Tagging: I’m gonna do the same as Ihni and just say if you wanna do this I have hereby tagged you! You have my full permission to indulge in your own writing! Don’t forget to tag me in the post so I can read all about your process!!

#tag game

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bugheadjones-the-third · 6 years

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Title: She can Bite, Too. . Summary: Betty is all alone at home, stressing over what on earth is happening to the people she loves. She’s starting to grow anxious, and it’s not until she hears the delicious roar of his bike that her mind settles. . A/N: Thanks to a message I got the other day, I ended up adding some stuff to the universe of Facing Snakes. I know we’re all a little bit shaken by the Serpents now, but they’re nice people in this fic, I swear. I hope you enjoy it, and please, tell me what you think! . . . Her house was awfully silent that night.

All the doors were locked, most of the windows were closed and her pink bedroom was the only room fully illuminated. It was already past 9pm on that Thursday night, and Elizabeth Cooper— as every normal teenager— was laying comfortably on her bed, reviewing her homework while wearing pink, cotton pants and a matching, white shirt for pajamas. Her belly was pressed against the warm blankets, and her legs were swinging above her body, as her green eyes scanned all the equations she had already solved and had already reviewed more times than she could remember. There were papers spread around her sheets, and above them all, her cellphone was resting, with its dark screen just some inches away from her hands and driving her insane with each, passing second.

That peace was simply driving her insane. That lack of news was leaving her feeling uneasy, and at that moment, all she wanted was to grab a coat and run towards the hospital where her parents had taken Polly. Her sister was due at any moment now, and Alice Cooper decided that it would be better if they stayed close to the hospital for when the time finally came. They were all anxious about the twins, and even if Betty wanted to be there next to her sister for when her godchildren came into the world; her parents had made her stay home, for she had classes in the following morning. She tried to protest and she even used her excellent arguments, but in the end, nothing she said was able to change her mother’s final decision.

And then, she was left behind in that perfect house, with her perfect life as she remained clueless about whatever could be happening to Polly. It was frustrating and really hard to swallow, especially because she had no one by her side to keep her from overthinking. Jughead wasn’t answering her calls— worrying her even more—, Kevin was busy with his online dates and Archie was finally having a family dinner with Veronica and her parents; leaving her all alone with her loud, stubborn thoughts.

The blonde finally turned around so her eyes were now looking at the celling. She sighed, bringing Caramel close to her chest in a tight hug.

Why couldn’t she just forget about everything and go to sleep?

Why couldn’t her mind just give up on trying to make her go after the people she loves?

“ Ugh!” She brought her pillow to cover her face in pure annoyance, and she closed her eyes in order to ignore the whole, peaceful world surrounding her. Betty was biting her lower lip, and at that moment, all she wanted was to shut down her own thoughts, even if for that she would have to pick up her earphones and turn on the loudest songs she knows.

The blonde would do anything to get rid of her inner voice.

And thanks to their impeccable connection, he knew exactly how to do it without damaging her senses.

When Betty had finally made up her mind about turning on some music, the most amazing and exciting roar invaded her ears. Her eyes widened at the sound, immediately sitting up and turning to face her window as to follow the path that would lead her to another great adventure. Her heart was beating faster, and as the engine roar of his bike filled her room, the blonde could feel shivers running down her spine.

Music to her ears, she thought, smirking.

The girl didn’t think twice before jumping from her bed, letting a mess of papers fall to the ground. She got rid of the blinders that were preventing her eyes from fully seeing what was happening on the street, and it didn’t take long before her eyes saw him, wearing his leather jacket, with his crown shaped beanie on his head as he leaned against his vehicle, trying to copy one of James Dean’s many poses he knew she loved. An excited chuckle escaped her lips, and before she knew it, their eyes finally met and he offered her a smirk in return.

Oh, Jughead Jones…

“ You know…” She started, excitement lingering over her tongue. “ If you show up like this when the babies are born, you better make sure this thing will drive you away from here before my mom gets to the front door.”

“ Oh, don’t worry. I’ve had this amazing girl fixing it for me, so I’m sure not even Alice Cooper will be able to catch me.” He smirked once more, trying to suppress how happy he was to see her.

“ Good to know… The person who helped you, I bet she knew exactly what you’d be facing, right?” Betty smiled now, her teeth slowly biting her lower lip.

“ You have no idea…” Both of them kept smiling at each other for a while, feeling a soft, autumn breeze brushing their faces. After what felt like hours, then, he was the first to make a move, taking some steps away from his bike, exposing not only one, but two, crown-marked helmets and she didn’t need her Nancy Drew abilities to understand what he was about to offer her. “So… Since the witch isn’t there, what do you think about coming down, Rappunzel?”

“ Oh, so now we’re changing the plot?”

“ We’re just adapting it, come on. Just pretend we’re shooting a remake.”

“ But you hate remakes, Jug, remember?”

“ I know… But there’s just this actress…” He smirked, once more, placing both of his hands inside his pockets. " I could honestly go watch a cliché, romantic comedy if she was casted.”

Her eyes started to shine due to his soft words, and watching him just some meters away from her was enough to make all the stress disappear from her body. Betty was leaning against her window frame, with the happiest of the smiles taking over her face. After years of looking through that window towards a certain red head, the blonde now knew that nothing that could’ve happened between them would’ve been so amazing and pure as what was happening with the boy standing on her own, green yard.

With him, she found herself the happiness she didn’t think she deserved.

And after so long, she was tired of running away from that.

“ I’ll be down in a minute.” The blonde said, closing her window and bouncing her ponytail around her room. She made sure to put on some boots and a coat, for they were clearly going out for a ride, and she sprinkled some perfume on her neck. The lights were soon off, and it was as if her heart started to beat faster with each step she took towards her raven haired biker. Betty, then, unlocked the garage door— since her mother had locked the front door and taken the key with her— and was greeted by her boyfriend standing on her driveway, with both of his hands now swinging around in a nervous movement. A smile crossed his lips as soon as he saw her, and at that moment, she felt like time could stop.

“ Hey, you…”

“ Hi, stranger.” She smiled, walking towards him, and soon, their lips were touching in a chaste, welcoming kiss. He smiled against that touch, and it was as if the night turned colder when they finally parted.

“ So…” He started, looking into her green eyes as their foreheads were inches apart. His fingers had somehow managed to find hers, and for the first time, she was glad he didn’t wear gloves to ride his bike. “ How are you? I forgot my phone at the White Wyrm earlier today and I just couldn’t text you, sorry.”

“ It’s okay, you’re here now.” She whispered, her cheeks turning redder. “ I called you a couple of times just to check on you, that’s all. No one died while your phone was drinking some beer.”

A sly smirk crossed his lips, his eyes drifting from hers to their fingers, as they grazed each other. “ Glad to hear that, but… Why are you all alone? Did something happen?”

“ Don’t worry about it… My parents took Polly to the hospital. My mom wanted her to be near the doctors since the babies can come anytime now.”

“ And you stayed because…?”

“ Because Alice Cooper thought my morning classes are more important than my sister and the twins.”

“ Oh, I get it… Because I’m sure there must be something wrong with your homework, even after you reviewed it more than 3 times.” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, and he saw the way her lips slightly curled up at his words. Even if most people wouldn’t have noticed, Jughead could see how not being there with her sister was affecting his girlfriend. Betty still doesn't feel safe whenever her parents leave the house with Polly, and even now her insecurities were there, troubling her thoughts and adding a heavy weight on her shoulders.

Apparently, she did need a ride to calm her mind.

“ So, uhm… What were you doing at the White Wrym this morning? Shouldn’t you have been at school?” Betty asked, concern still present in her words.

“ I was. I just had to— uh— Sweet Pea asked me for a ride since his bike broke, and that jerk ended up taking my phone with him.”

“ What?” She lifted an eyebrow, looking confused and quite curious. “ Didn’t you say you forgot it at the bar?”

“ I-I did… I mean, I know it’s there, but I wasn’t the one who left it there, you know? I guess I just miss-spoke the words.”

“… okay, I guess…”

“ So, what do you say about going there with me so I can take my phone back?” He started, placing his hands on her hips, so to make sure she wouldn’t move. “ Then we can come back and we can watch some movies… I’ll even stay with you the whole night and take you to school tomorrow, what do you think?”

“ Well…” She continued, her voice low as a whisper, and soon her hands found their way to wrap around his neck. “ Are you ready to wake up earlier just to take me to Riverdale’s most prestigious school?”

“ Believe me, it will be worth it. Besides, I bet your beloved principal will love to have me around."

“ In this case, your idea does sound like a plan, Jughead Jones.”

His smiling lips pressed against hers once more before he finally turned to walk towards his bike. Though she was really thankful for his company, it was clear that he was hiding something from her— and of course she wanted to know what. Jughead Jones is not a stutterer, and whenever he starts mixing his words, Betty knows he’s up to something. It may be something bad related to his day at South Side High, but judging by how he didn’t seem physically bothered by any possible wound, and since his humor didn’t seem to have changed, the blonde figured it was not something she should worry about.

Though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to figure things out. She is Elizabeth Cooper, after all.

It took her a couple of seconds to start moving, but Betty soon found herself hopping on the back of his bike. She was wearing her own helmet, and by the time he started the engine, her arms were already wrapped around his waist, pressing her chest against him. The vibrations climbed through her body, eliciting an adrenaline discharge into her veins that made her heart beat even faster, to the point she was sure he could feel it pounding against his back.

The wind was now brushing against their faces, and being so close to the asphalt made her feel alive. She hugged him even closer, his inebriating scent filling her nostrils and if she could see his face, her eyes would see the proud smirk displayed on his face. He loved taking her for a ride with him, and she loved the feeling of adventure that would take over her whenever they were out through the streets of Riverdale.

It made them feel free. It made them feel powerful and invincible. And that was exactly what she needed that night.

Unfortunately, the ride to the bar was quite fast since Riverdale was quite a small town. He parked his bike among so many others, and after hanging the helmets, both of them walked together towards the front doors of the White Wyrm. Even if it was still Thursday, the place was lit, with live music and many people having fun in their own way, creating an excited atmosphere that would certainly help Betty forget a bit of that chaos that had previously taken over her mind. Some people were just drinking, others were playing cards and there were those just waiting in the corner, watching as another night at the bar went by.

“ It’s quite crowded tonight, isn’t it?” Betty almost screamed due to the noise, and consequently, she got closer to her boyfriend. He watched as her small form stood just some inches away from him in a secure distance, and he couldn’t help but smile at the adorable scene. Soon, he closed the distance between them, holding her hand in his and giving it a light squeeze.

“ Don’t get lost, okay?” Jughead whispered in her ear, making her blush as his voice teased her ears.

“ I won’t.” She squeezed back, following him as he led them through the crowd of Serpents. If her mother saw her at that moment, she would be grounded for the rest of her life, and never again would she do as much as wear a sleeveless shirt. Betty was disobeying so many rules she had lost count, and she couldn’t be any happier.

Among that mess of people, the Cooper girl couldn’t help but spot some familiar faces. For she had spent quite some time herself at that bar, fixing bikes and waiting for Jughead; it was inevitable that she recognized some of the guys. She had nothing against them, no. They’ve never done anything to disrespect her in all those months her boyfriend had become a Serpent, and if anything, they have always been quite nice, telling her stories about the old Riverdale and about the many injustices that happened to them. Those stories made her mad, and they all sympathized with the way she learned to swear whenever her fighting spirit got hit.

Betty Cooper is a cool girl. And not in a billion years any of those bearded snakes would ever have a reason to bite that pretty, smooth skin of hers.

In fact, that night would show her the exact opposite.

After finally crossing that sea of people, Jughead and Betty finally managed to reach the place where Sweet Pea was. The tall boy had his elbow resting against the wooden bar, holding a bottle of beer with his free hand. There was a smug smirk on his face as he chatted with another Serpent kid, and as soon as his eyes acknowledged them, the blonde girl couldn’t help but get intrigued. His attention drifted from her boyfriend to her and back to Jughead, and the look on his face made her feel like he was expecting her to be there.

Normally, that boy would just ignore her presence or make jokes about how her boyfriend was a part of them, but that day, Sweet Pea did none of that. In fact, he even seemed happy to see her there.

Something was definitely wrong. And by the look on Jughead’s face, he knew exactly what.

“ Jones. So you finally arrived… And you’ve brought your girl.”

“ Yeah. Just came for my phone, dude. You forgot to give it back to me.”

“ Oh, indeed. I have it with me.” He said, smirking again. “ But why don’t you drink something with us? You’re already here, and I’m sure blondie here isn’t afraid of all these Serpents. In fact, she spends more time with us than you do.”

“ For all we know, Sweet Pea, if you’ve managed to become a Serpent, Betty could, too, since they like her a lot more than they like you.” Jughead smirked back, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see the way her lips turned up in excitement. Even if the girl herself didn’t think there was a reason to counter Sweet Pea’s words, she couldn’t help but feel amused at her boyfriend’s fast answer.

It felt good, indeed.

But there was no reason to create any weird mood between them, no. That night they all wanted to have fun. And she would make sure that nothing ruined that.

“ Come on, boys.Truth be told, I would be a better Serpent than both of you, but lucky for you, I don’t have a jacket.”

“ Oh, but we can fix that.”

A hoarse, strong voice came from behind her, startling her. Green eyes widened, and before she could even turn around to face whoever owned such powerful voice, Betty felt a strong hand rest on her shoulder. There was still a confused expression taking over her face, but as soon as she saw the smirk on Jughead’s face, she allowed herself to calm down. She finally turned to see the man standing next to her, and a gleeful smile took over her lips as soon as she recognized the one hiding behind that beard.

“ Hey, Nik! Long time no see! How’s the family?”

“ Hey, Betty. They’re fine. Sarah asked me to thank you for that math book you gave her. She already knows more about numbers than I do.”

“ Oh, that is so great to hear! Tell her I said Hi.”

“ Sure will.”

“ How’s it going, Cooper?” Another man— a younger one— approached them and stood next to the raven haired boys. “ Are you already ready to dump this kid you call boyfriend?”

“ In your dreams, uncle Luke.” Jughead said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

A chuckle escaped Betty’s lips, and even if she wanted to tell them she would never even consider that idea, she knew that would inflate her boyfriend’s ego to unimaginable levels. Hearing her words would certainly make him feel really happy. And she wouldn’t make things so easy for him. “ It’s all good, Luke. I still gotta teach a lot of things to this kid, so I guess I can’t just leave him, you know?” She looked into his gray-ish, blue eyes and slowly bit her lower lip, making Jughead smile softly at her comment.

Everyone around them seemed to share that same, simple happiness, and at that moment, it didn’t matter who they were or from which side of that small town they came from. No prejudices were standing in the way, and no hatred lingered in the air of that crowded bar. All those people were having fun, enjoying the company and the words of a little girl who— at first sight— had nothing to do with those bikers and their long beards.

They were just having fun like people should be allowed to, and at that moment— more than ever— Betty was extremely happy to be at the White Wrym with her boyfriend.

Everything was just great.

And it was about to get even better.

“ Maybe you should teach him how to be a real Serpent, then.” Luke said, with a mocking tone.

“ I would, but as I’ve said, I can’t do it since I don’t have a—“

“ A jacket?” Another strong, familiar voice cut through hers, and her eyes widened as soon as she turned around to see FP standing next to other Serpents. There was a soft smile playing on his lips— one much like the ones Jughead gives her whenever he’s proud of her— and in his hand, a leather jacket with a serpent stamped on its back. The jacket seemed smaller than the one her boyfriend usually wears, and it didn’t take long before her future father in law motioned the fabric towards her. “ What do you say now, Betty Cooper?”

There was suddenly a gap between her lips, and it took Betty some good thirty seconds to finally connect all the dots. That jacket was hers. They had made it for her, and they wanted her to be a part of the gang. The Serpents wanted her to be a part of the group, and at that moment, all she could do was look at her boyfriend, as if to ask him if that was some kind of joke.

And based on the soft look he gave her, Betty knew none of those men were trying to trick her.

They really wanted Elizabeth Cooper to be a South Side Serpent.

“ Jug… FP, I-I… I don’t know what to say.”

“ Just say whatever is on your mind, Betty.” Jughead said, placing a hand on her lower back. Their eyes met, and as soon as her teeth released her lower lip, the blonde allowed a deep sigh to empty her lungs.

“ Oh, crap.” She said, instinctively, and drawing a wave of laughter from everyone around her.

“ Well, she’s already starting to swear.” Sweet Pea said, placing a hand on his hip. “That, or she’s really mad at us."

“ Oh, you’ve never seen her mad, believe me.” Jughead stated, giggling along the gang.

“ Tch, let the girl talk, you two.” FP interrupted, and all the attentions returned to the Cooper girl. “ Look, you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want it, kid. We’re just trying to welcome you to—“

“ I want it.” She finally said, a smile slowly making its way towards her face. She looked at FP, first, then to all the others surrounding her until her green eyes landed on Jughead’s. “ I want to be a part of this world… I want to be a Serpent.”

A tender smile graced the Jones boy’s lips, and that was enough to tell her he had understood the meaning behind her words. Betty wanted to be a part of that, not only because she believed she could understand their point of view on what happened in Riverdale, but mostly because that would mean she could be closer to Jughead. She could be a part of that new reality he had started living a couple of months before, and if that would bring them closer, somehow, than it was already worth it.

For him, she would do anything. And that included wearing a leather jacket 24/7.

“ Then, this is yours.” FP said, handing her the jacket. Soft fingers brushed the tough leather, and after she looked at it for a couple of moments, Betty swung the fabric around her shoulders, inserting her arms inside it and allowing it to embrace her small body. It was a heavy fabric, and its quality was doubtlessly great, but none of that matter as she realized that the biggest symbol of the Serpents adorned her back.

It fit like a glove, indeed. And as she adjusted it on her, she couldn’t hold back the smile that took over her lips.

Now she could finally understand how he felt that night.

And— oh, it felt too, damn good.

“ Let’s welcome our new Serpent, everyone. Drinks on me!” FP said, cheerfully, as he walked away with the rest of the Serpents. It was a night of celebration, even if he wasn’t going to drink anything other than water, and just like Betty, FP was happy for his son.

His boy had certainly found the one, for sure.

And as a father, he couldn’t be any happier.

After the announcement, many were the men who came to congratulate Betty and to tap her on the shoulders, and never before had she actually felt so supported by a large group of people. They liked her, they really did and not only because she was the girlfriend of the FP Jones’ son. They liked her because she actually treated them like real people, unlike most of the people from her side of the town.

They like her for who she is.

But among them, only one loves her for that.

She could barely feel the taps on her back as she was basically carried through the sea of people, but she certainly felt his warm hand holding hers. Her eyes immediately locked with his, and she allowed him to drag her away from all that mess. They stumbled back towards the bar, and Jughead made sure to stand in front of her, in order to block that wave of people who still wanted to congratulate her for earning her spot among them.

Even if she wanted to celebrate with all of them, Betty would be lying if she said she didn’t want to be alone with him at that moment.

“ Well, it’s official.” He started, his eyes scanning her from head to toe as a smile was held on his lips. “ You are a part of a biker’s gang from the South Side, Elizabeth Cooper. You better enjoy it until your mom finds out.”

“Oh, in that case, you better enjoy your life, too, Jughead Jones.” She smirked, not looking away from his eyes. “ Because she won’t stop with me. Her journey in search of blood will certainly reach you and your father.”

“ Shit, you’re right.” He chuckled. “Well, but I can say I had a good life.”

“ Yeah… Me too.” She smiled tenderly at him, as she watched his eyes drifting towards her lips. She pulled him closer, then, and it didn’t take long before their lips connected, the leather in their jackets brushing against one another. It was a pure, delicate kiss that made the butterflies in their stomach fly around. They were smiling throughout the kiss, and as soon as they broke the free, she watched as his fingers were slowly playing with the hem of her new piece of clothing.

There were times when they had shared moments of delicacy before, but never like that one. Accepting that jacket meant a lot for that boy who once lost everything simply for choosing to be who he was. It told him that, no matter what, she would be there, by his side to love him and support him.

It told him someone cared. It told him that even if life made choices for him, there would still be people by his side.

It told him he was loved— truly loved.

And as he watched the perfectly imperfect girl next door wrapped in leather for him, that was exactly how Jughead Jones felt.

“ Betty…”

“What is it, Juggie?”

“ Thank you… For, you know… For everything. Especially for tagging along, even if you probably knew something was up.”

“ Well, you know me… I had my suspicions.”

“ Of course you had, Nancy Drew.”

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thirty days of skam fic: day thirty aka, isak turns 21, at 21:21, on the 21st of june.

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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If there's one thing Isak thinks is strange, it's the concept of what makes a day special .

There are certain days -- Christmas, New Year, birthdays, Valentine's, whatever -- that you're expected to make a fuss over. And that’s fine as a concept, but when it comes down to it, Isak has always been confused by what actually makes those days special. Often, they just end up being more stressful, more annoying, more boring than a random weekend where you're just chilling out. So what makes them more important than a normal day? To Isak, the most special days are the ones he gets to spend in bed with Even, having idle conversations, nothing on their minds and nothing in the world they have to do except chill with each other, because those are the days he’s happiest.

And today is one of those days.

They're lying in their bed, Isak's cheek cushioned in the crook of Even's shoulder and his arm thrown around Even's waist, taking long deep breaths in time with each other, when Even asks, "do you ever think about the future?"

His voice comes out in a low, soft rumble; contemplative, the way he always sounds when they talk like this. Which is pretty often. Isak adores these times together, these mid-morning, curtains-drawn, world-shut-out, soft little talks, where they ask each other’s thoughts on life and the world. It makes him feel like he knows Even better than anyone else in the world, and like Even knows him just as well, which is a nice feeling to have. They often don’t view life in the same way, but one of the things Isak loves most about their relationship is that they’re both just fascinated with each other’s brains, outlooks and points of view that challenge their own understanding of the universe.

The only problem is, this time, the question seems kind of dumb.

"Of course I do," he says, picking at a loose thread on Even's t-shirt and then gently smoothing the fabric back down over his stomach. Even huffs and shifts against Isak's hand; he's ticklish on his sides.

"Yeah? Even though we're taking things minute by minute?"

Isak can't help but roll his eyes a tiny bit as he curls closer into Even's body. Minute by minute is a great mantra, a great philosophy, that has eased both their anxiety about their relationship countless times; the thing is, it applies better to when things are bad . Because when they're happy -- which is a whole lot of the time -- is there really any reason to assume it's not gonna last?

"If we lived every second of our lives not looking forward, we'd never get anything done," Isak points out, rather practically. "I can't be doing a science degree without making any plans for the future at all. The careers advisor would kill me."

Even let's out a wry little laugh and pinches Isak's shoulder, where his arm is wrapped around it. He knows Isak knows that's not what he meant, but there's always time for jokes between them. Still, when Even’s laughter fades out and he turns quiet, looking down at Isak with contemplation in his eyes, Isak speaks again.

"There just comes a point where it's impractical not to assume we're still gonna be together this time next year. Or in five years' time. Or ten. I mean, we've beat some really hard odds so far, doesn't that just mean we're even less likely to mess up as we get older and wiser?"

"You think we'll be together in ten years’ time?" Even says.

Isak rolls his eyes, despite the fact Even can't see it.

"Don't you?" It's a question he already knows the answer to, if the engagement rings he'd accidentally found in Even's browser history are anything to go by. Of course, that was months ago and Even hasn't mentioned it yet, but Isak feels very chill about it. He has no expectations of Even to propose, but it's nice to know Even has been thinking about marriage at all. It’s encouraging.

"I think we'll still be together in a hundred years," Even tells him, reaching down to press a few kisses to Isak's forehead, which Isak happily tilts his head up to receive with a happy little hum.

"Sure, baby. In a century we'll be together, in our joint cemetery plot."

"Aww," Even says, laughing. "You want to spend eternity in the same grave as me? That's kind of romantic."

"Mmmm." Isak shrugs. "So long as you promise not to hog the covers like you do now."

Even laughs softly again, and for a few minutes, they fall into silence. Even is idly stroking Isak's hair, and seems to be thinking about something. He often gets like this, absorbed in his own head, and after several years together Isak is more than fine with lying there quietly and waiting for Even to untangle whatever's concerning him. It's hardly a chore to cuddle with his boyfriend. Actually, Isak thinks as he shifts so his thigh is slung across Even's knees, he could almost fall back asleep.

Maybe this isn't quite the exciting way most people want to spend their 21st birthday, but to Isak, it feels just about perfect.

When Even had first asked, a few weeks ago, what Isak wanted to do for his birthday, he'd had dozens of grand exciting adventures ready to suggest. But Isak had shot them all down right away; those things were fun, sure, and he liked doing exciting stuff with Even. But on HIS day, when he got to choose how he wanted to celebrate another year of his life, Isak had known exactly what he wanted; pizza and beer with the guys at the weekend, no grand party or anything, and on the day itself, simply spending the whole time with Even -- in their pyjamas, cuddling, making out, watching Netflix, and having conversations exactly like this.

Isak has always thought that, much like New Year's superstitions, it's nice to celebrate your birthday exactly how you intend to spend the next year. And this is what he intends to build the whole rest of his life around, really.

Which brings him to his next question.

“So, why the sudden curiosity about our future?”

“No reason,” says Even, and then, in the same breath, “It’s your birthday.”

“It is,” Isak agrees.

“Your 21st birthday.” Even pauses, his fingers catching in Isak’s curls. “On the 21st of June.”

Okay. Isak is maybe starting to see where this is going. “And I was born at 21:21, remember,” he prompts, almost teasing. “So, that minute will be like four times more special than normal.”

It will be, Isak thinks, the most potentially romantic minute of their lives. And everyone knows how much Even loves grand romantic gestures.

In this minute, Even just stays quiet, and rolls them both over into a position where they can properly kiss.

-----

At 21:20, they're still in bed, in their pyjamas, cuddled up against each other. They're watching a crappy Netflix horror movie, but Isak tells Even to pause it.

“I just gotta pee,” he says, as he rolls out of bed. “Want anything from the kitchen?”

Even shakes his head, looks at the clock, and says, “don't be long.”

Isak isn't long. He goes to the bathroom, fixes his hair, takes a few deep breaths, and goes back out to stand at the edge of their bed and watch the minute change on the clock.

Even watches it change, too. And the moment it flashes to 21:21 on the blinking face of their alarm clock --

Isak drops to one knee.

“Oh my god,” Even says, hands flying to his mouth. He sits up and stares at Isak with almost disbelieving eyes. “Oh my god, Isak--”

“Even, you’re the best thing in my entire life,” Isak says. His voice is shaking and he can't help it but he needs to get this out all in one go or he'll lose his romantic nerve. “Do you wanna get married? To me? Please say yes, I -- I bought a ring and everything.”

He pulls the ring out of the pocket of his sweatpants just then, where he'd carefully stashed it a minute ago from his hiding place inside his contact lense pot in the bathroom. Even just keeps staring at him, and his eyes begin to well up with tears.

“Isak! It's your birthday,” he says wetly, and laughs a little. “Aren't I supposed to be the one doing insanely romantic things for you ?”

Isak laughs too, getting up off his bended knees and climbing into Even’s lap on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, but you were never gonna propose!”

“I was never gonna propose,” Even agrees, tightening his arms around Isak’s back and pulling him into a hug.

“Because you're a silly nervous self-sacrificing idiot with unachievably high expectations of romance?” Even laughs and nods into Isak’s collarbone. “That's what I thought. You will marry me though, right?”

“Fuck, Isak, of course I’ll marry you. What the fuck.”

Even pulls his head back to roll his eyes at Isak; he'd almost look convinced annoyed if he weren't starting to cry.

“Well,” says Isak. He leans in and kisses each of Even’s cheeks, and then grabs his face between two hands and plants a huge sloppy kiss on his lips as well. “Good. That's what I thought.” He wriggles through the tangle of their limbs until he can find Even’s left hand. “Now put this ring on already, I wanna fuck.”

Even let out a soggy little laugh and lets Isak slide the thin silver ring onto his finger, staring down in wonder the whole time.

“Anything you want,” Even mumbles, as he leans in to press a trail of kisses along Isak’s collarbone. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”

“I love you,” Isak agrees, and shit, he's crying a little bit as well.

And it doesn't matter at all that it's his birthday, Isak thinks, as they topple backwards onto their bed. No matter what the arbitrary date on the calendar reads -- this is the most special day of his life.

#skamFWN #skam fic #evak #evak fic #isak valtersen #even bech naesheim #SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS I HAD SUCH BAD WRITER'S BLOCK u can read the notes on ao3 for a rambling explanation lolol #maia writes fic #30 days of skam #it's done yall!!!!!

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