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(F4A) Forbidden Romance Ideas

Hello, Reddit! Do you love forbidden romances? A love story that is a mess but somehow sweet? Do you love when two people should definitely not be together? Well then, I may have the perfect role for you! I will play both male and female characters, so if you want it to be a gay role, don't worry! Allow me to introduce myself!

My name is Em, and I am a female in my 20s. I am in the CST time zone. Please be 20 or older! I am an advanced lit writer. Meaning I write 500–2k words per post. Also, I write exclusively in the third person. I usually use Discord, but I am willing to try different platforms. Now as for spicy scenes, I do a ratio of 80 stories to 20 smut ones. Smut is fun, but it's not the whole plot and needs buildup. I am looking for someone who wants to be friends and send stuff that reminds us of our characters as well. Someone who can be active and enjoys the world-building and ideas part too!

Role ideas:
Muse A is my character
Muse B is your character

1. Muse A is a serial killer, one of the most dangerous people on the planet. Muse B is a young psychologist. They are like a month or two from graduating. They have this huge final project to do. Muse B is hell-bent on working within a prison, or prison setting. So the professor pulls some strings and gets Muse A to agree to participate in this project. The point was supposed to be making muse B choose a different area of work. Instead, they end up falling for the serial killer.

For the serial killer roles, I am cool if we use Dahmer for them. I do however have my own crazy character for those roles!

2. Muse A is a mob boss, like the scariest person out there. The police, FBI, and all the other letters have been on their case for years. Finally, they find her, so they send in Muse B, an undercover cop. He was supposed to gather data and report back. A simple task until feelings developed and condoms broke.

3. Muse B runs a rather successful true crime podcast or YouTube series. One day they began getting letters that corrected small details. Details that would be unknown unless they were there. Muse A is the killer and their pen pal.

4. Muse A is death, like literally the Grim Reaper. When Muse B is in a car accident, they see a man in a black cloak at the scene and then again at the hospital. Death isn't ready for them yet, but somehow the human's soul keeps summoning him. Basically a human falls in love with death and starts being risky.

5. Muse A is death, the grim reaper; Muse B is life. The two do not get along; well, they do, it's more a polite bicker. When muse B becomes attached to a terminal patient. The two grow close while fighting over the soul.

6. Muse A is the monster under the bed; well, actually, they are a sleep paralysis demon. Muse B thought they had outgrown muse. A. They hadn't seen the demon since they were kids, but the night before a new job and muse A shows back up. Little did Muse B know that Muse A was protecting them from something. The two grow closer than they should.

7. Muse B is promised to someone she had never met. The marriage was set up by her parents and shoved down her throat that it was her only choice. No boyfriends, no dating, nothing; she was already promised to someone else. Well, muse A is a mob boss who agreed to muse B's contract that the debt he owed would go away if the mob boss could marry the daughter. Muse A is surprisingly gentle and caring.

8. Muse B is a decorated cop and detective. Their whole job has been taking down the mob. Muse A is a powerful mob boss who feeds the police incorrect information because her husband, Muse B, is hunting her. It was all fun and games until muse B walked into work one day with his wife handcuffed to the table.

Please include the following when you message me!

1. A little about yourself
2. A writing sample
3. Any questions you have on the role you like!

Writing sample:
Paige sat in the rundown, disgusting gas station bathroom. Five minutes—five minutes of pure hell. She paced the single-stall bathroom, wishing her feet didn't stick to the floor, wishing it didn't smell in here. This wasn't how she had planned it or how she had planned her life. Though everyone always said you can't plan life, Paige had found a way to make it work.

The stickiness of the floor seemed to drag her back to reality, which was somehow worse than planning to run from this problem, but she couldn't run from it. No, this was her life now as she looked at her phone again. 4 minutes and 45 seconds were left.

Paige was spiraling, probably because they were not even speaking at the moment. The fight seemed so stupid now. So small compared to this, but it wasn't that she had caught them together. In her bed, in her apartment. The memories came flooding back, no matter how much Paige tried to block them out. Her best friend had slept with her boyfriend. She supposed it was made better by the fact Adrain and slept with Jeffrey. That was something Paige couldn't give him. It wasn't another woman.

Standing in that bathroom, in the crappy, definitely haunted gas station on Seventh Street, Paige was contemplating her entire life, and the only two people she wanted to talk to were currently not speaking to her.

That was most definitely on account of her reaction, but how else was she supposed to react to walking in on that scene? Was she supposed to throw them a party? Adrain was still cheating, and the part that hurt the worst was Jeffrey's betrayal. Jeffrey was her best friend; they had grown up together. The two were inseparable from the moment Paige moved into the neighborhood at nine years old.

It was the fifth foster home in five months, the fourth couple, and the fifth month without her older brother. Justin was her everything. He raised her, but when Paige got pneumonia from the cold winter nights spent sleeping outside, Justin had to do what he could. "I'll always love you, and the second I can, I will come get you, I promise," the words ran through her head as she closed her eyes for a moment.

That was nearly fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, that was the night a terrified nine-year-old girl met the little Jewish boy down the street, and suddenly she had a friend in this world.  
"Justin, I need you to come get me." Paige whispered softly as she wiped her eyes. Her voice was breaking as she thought about her hero for the first time in a long time.

Justin had died five years ago, but that wound never quite healed. There was always a time in her life when Paige needed her brother. She thought Justin was more like her dad until she met Jim. Jim Goldberg was her adoptive father, and that man would do anything for Paige. Would he do this? I love her through this. Paige shook softly as she stood in the far-too-bright gas station bathroom.

The loud and obnoxious ring of the timer on her phone pulled Paige from her spiral only momentarily. The alarm going off meant she had to look and see if she was pregnant or not. The stick on the counter wrapped up in that neon pink wrap seemed to be taunting her. Maybe it was just food poisoning or the flu. Maybe she was being paranoid. God, she hoped she was being paranoid. Mumbling a prayer under her breath, Paige sighed softly as she reached forward. Her long, thin fingers shook violently as she picked up the stick.

PREGNANT.

In that moment, Paige was positive; it made her heart stop. She at least definitely stopped breathing for a moment or two. That word was taunting her. She was pregnant. Pregnant, unmarried, and very Jewish. The sound that escaped Paige's lips was a gut-wrenching noise as she stood there.

All she wanted in that moment was to call Justin and tell him she had to come get her. He wasn't going to ask why she couldn't drive herself home from a gas station. No, there would be no questions; he would simply give her a ride in silence and worry about her Jeep tomorrow.  
With shaking hands and teary eyes, Paige called the next person she could think of. "Papa" Paige cried as she held the phone to her ear.

Suddenly she was nine years old, again terrified of Jim's very presence in his own home. She was back in her childhood bedroom, hiding under the bed. She smiled at the memory of Jim reading bedtime stories in an empty room as Paige hid under the bed. He would end everyone with, "Papa, loves you; it's okay. You are safe." She needed that now more than ever.

(F4A) Finding Love in survival situations

Do you love romance? What about romcoms? Do you love hurt and comfort equally? Well then, I have the perfect idea for you! My name is Em, and I am a female in my 20s. I am in the CST time zone. I am an advanced lit writer. Meaning I write 500–2k words per post. Also, I write exclusively in the third person. I usually use Discord, but I am willing to try different platforms. Now as for spicy scenes, I do a ratio of 80 stories to 20 smut ones. Smut is fun, but it's not the whole plot and needs buildup. Now what am I looking for from you? Well, I am so glad you asked. 
I am looking for someone who is 20 or older. Someone who can be active. Someone who respects that this isn't all smut. And someone who can match my length or at least attempt to!

Role Ideas:
Muse A is my character.
Muse B is your character.

1. Muses A and B were on a plane attending an important meeting for the firm. That was until the plane crashed in the ocean. The only two survivors left, they have to get along; it's imperative. The problem is that Muse A loves shows like Survivor and Naked and Afraid. She is all about all things outdoors. But her leg is injured badly, the bone is exposed, and help is not coming. It's up to the two of them to save each other. Little did they know this would lead to the time of their lives.

2. Muse A and B are complete strangers. They do not know each other at all. They were each invited on this long mountain climbing trip. Muse A is a trauma surgeon; she was sort of forced on the trip. Muse A and B get forced to share a tent for the whole time. Though a problem arises when Muse A falls and seriously injures herself. Leaving herself stranded in the mountains. This forces Muse B to admit that he may be developing feelings for his bunkmate. Basically I'm thinking they spend so much time together in a small space they end up falling in love but only realize it when they have to try and get her to safety.

Writing sample:

Paige sat in the rundown, disgusting gas station bathroom. Five minutes—five minutes of pure hell. She paced the single-stall bathroom, wishing her feet didn't stick to the floor, wishing it didn't smell in here. This wasn't how she had planned it or how she had planned her life. Though everyone always said you can't plan life, Paige had found a way to make it work.

The stickiness of the floor seemed to drag her back to reality, which was somehow worse than planning to run from this problem, but she couldn't run from it. No, this was her life now as she looked at her phone again. 4 minutes and 45 seconds were left.

Paige was spiraling, probably because they were not even speaking at the moment. The fight seemed so stupid now. So small compared to this, but it wasn't that she had caught them together. In her bed, in her apartment. The memories came flooding back, no matter how much Paige tried to block them out. Her best friend had slept with her boyfriend. She supposed it was made better by the fact Adrain and slept with Jeffrey. That was something Paige couldn't give him. It wasn't another woman.

Standing in that bathroom, in the crappy, definitely haunted gas station on Seventh Street, Paige was contemplating her entire life, and the only two people she wanted to talk to were currently not speaking to her.

That was most definitely on account of her reaction, but how else was she supposed to react to walking in on that scene? Was she supposed to throw them a party? Adrain was still cheating, and the part that hurt the worst was Jeffrey's betrayal. Jeffrey was her best friend; they had grown up together. The two were inseparable from the moment Paige moved into the neighborhood at nine years old.

It was the fifth foster home in five months, the fourth couple, and the fifth month without her older brother. Justin was her everything. He raised her, but when Paige got pneumonia from the cold winter nights spent sleeping outside, Justin had to do what he could. "I'll always love you, and the second I can, I will come get you, I promise," the words ran through her head as she closed her eyes for a moment.

That was nearly fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, that was the night a terrified nine-year-old girl met the little Jewish boy down the street, and suddenly she had a friend in this world.  
"Justin, I need you to come get me." Paige whispered softly as she wiped her eyes. Her voice was breaking as she thought about her hero for the first time in a long time.

Justin had died five years ago, but that wound never quite healed. There was always a time in her life when Paige needed her brother. She thought Justin was more like her dad until she met Jim. Jim Goldberg was her adoptive father, and that man would do anything for Paige. Would he do this? I love her through this. Paige shook softly as she stood in the far-too-bright gas station bathroom.

The loud and obnoxious ring of the timer on her phone pulled Paige from her spiral only momentarily. The alarm going off meant she had to look and see if she was pregnant or not. The stick on the counter wrapped up in that neon pink wrap seemed to be taunting her. Maybe it was just food poisoning or the flu. Maybe she was being paranoid. God, she hoped she was being paranoid. Mumbling a prayer under her breath, Paige sighed softly as she reached forward. Her long, thin fingers shook violently as she picked up the stick.

PREGNANT.

In that moment, Paige was positive; it made her heart stop. She at least definitely stopped breathing for a moment or two. That word was taunting her. She was pregnant. Pregnant, unmarried, and very Jewish. The sound that escaped Paige's lips was a gut-wrenching noise as she stood there.

All she wanted in that moment was to call Justin and tell him she had to come get her. He wasn't going to ask why she couldn't drive herself home from a gas station. No, there would be no questions; he would simply give her a ride in silence and worry about her Jeep tomorrow.  
With shaking hands and teary eyes, Paige called the next person she could think of. "Papa" Paige cried as she held the phone to her ear.

Suddenly she was nine years old, again terrified of Jim's very presence in his own home. She was back in her childhood bedroom, hiding under the bed. She smiled at the memory of Jim reading bedtime stories in an empty room as Paige hid under the bed. He would end everyone with, "Papa, loves you; it's okay. You are safe." She needed that now more than ever.

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1. A little about you
2. A writing sample
3. Any questions you may have

I hope to hear from you soon! -em 🩷

Hello there! I am calling all Harry Potter and Dramoine fans. That is the ship of Draco and Hermione. Fear not; it does not matter where the sorting hat has put you! Whether it be Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryfindor,  Do you love slow burns? Do you love enemies more than lovers? Do you love a forced or arranged marriage? Do you love drama? Maybe even a little trauma?  Do you love Harry Potter? Then I may have just the role for you! If you stick around, that is! 

 

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. 

 

Hello, a little about me, the author, and hopefully your new role-play partner. I am Em. Yes, like the aunt from The Wizard of Oz. Anyway, I am 22 years old, but don’t let that deter you!! I have been doing this for a long time, and I am always looking to get better at it! I am a novella writer who writes exclusively in the third person. What that means is that I write many paragraphs per reply. Eight to ten is usually my sweet spot. Though I can do more,  Also, I would like this to take place on Discord, as I feel it’s easier to keep organized. 

The last thing I would like to cover is the spicy stuff. Or our characters getting to know each other in the biblical sense. My favorite way to say it is that our characters make whoopie. It makes me laugh. I promise, I’m not a 12-year-old boy. I do an 80/20 ratio. Which means 80 percent plot- or story-driven content. 20 percent biblical sense stuff. Though please keep in mind that this is a slow burn. 

 

 

 

What would I like from you as a partner? I’m so glad you asked! I would like someone who can match my detail and length. Someone who is active this role seems to fizzle before it gets going. Someone who likes to plan out ideas. Someone who enjoys OOC chatting. I’m hoping for friends as well. Also someone who understands slow burn. I am looking for someone to play Hermione to my Draco. The way I write Draco he is dark, depressed. It’s more of an I will never be able to forgive myself for what I have done to you.

 

Now, with that out of the way, let’s get to the meat and potatoes of why you clicked. Or also known as the good part if my very old expression didn’t give it away.  I am hoping to play Draco but I can play Hermione too!

 

 

\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*Plot Idea\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\* 

The wizarding war has ended. In fact, it ended a year ago, while the world is trying to repair itself. The ministry of magic comes up with an awful, wonderful idea. Actually, it’s just awful. 

The ministry decides that in order to prevent another war, they will put in place a law called Blood Ties. The blood ties law marries off muggle borns of legal age, of course, to pure bloods. The couple has a year to prove they are married, or both parties will be killed. The wizarding world was already understandably up in arms over the law. It only got worse when an addendum was added to the blood tie law. The addendum called the Child Law forces the new couples to begin trying for a child within a year of their marriage. It also makes divorce illegal for couples forced to marry by the law. 

 

 

 

\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*Starter 1:\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*

Draco Malfoy had always believed he was above the law. Especially this foolish law. That was until that crème envelope with emerald green writing ended up on the floor in the entryway to Malfoy Manor. 

 

The envelope lay untouched, as if it had magically appeared there instead of being forced through the slot by the owl. 

Draco had thought he would not get one. In fact, his parents had made it seem like he was safe. 

Clearly, that was a lie. 

 

Staring at the envelope wasn’t helping the guilt rising in him. Draco would never be able to undo all that he had. He would never be able to atone for those sins. No matter how much he tried, he would always bear the mark of a death eater. 

 

 

With trembling hands and shaking breaths, Draco picked up the envelope from the dark oak floors of the manor. 

The green ink on the front of the envelope seemed to taunt him. 

 

 

The poor woman whose name was written on that piece of paper did not deserve the life that Draco would bring her. A life of being feared. A life of loneliness. Now, this woman deserved better, and Draco wished he could give it to her. 

 

 

 

Opening the envelope was harder than it should have been with how hard he was shaking. 

The thick card stock, like parchment paper, told Draco all he needed to know. 

This was real. It was really a ministry letter in his hands. This time, it was a lot less fun than when he first held that letter telling him he had been accepted to Hogworts. 

 

 

His mark burned and itched, no doubt a sign of his ever-growing anxiety. Unfolding the paper, Draco’s heart skipped a beat. 

 

Hermione Granger. That was the name of the woman he was to marry in a year. It was also the name of the person he would never stop torturing himself over. He had been the reason she had mudblood carved into her left forearm. Coincidentally, her scar was the same place where Draco’s mark sat. 

 

 

Tucking the letter into the pocket of his traveling robe, Draco tried to think of what he could say. I’m sorry; I didn’t seem to cut it. If I'm dead, you get a free pass. That seemed too harsh. 

 

“Hermione Granger!” Draco said loudly as he threw his handful of flying power into the fireplace. 

 

Hermione’s office was large. She seemed to be doing well for herself, teaching a subject Draco felt like he should have known. Then again, they had not spoken in a year. 

 

 

“Miss Granger, I apologize for the intrusion. I got a letter from the ministry,” Draco said, rubbing his left forearm feverishly. It had become a nervous or uncomfortable habit sometime in his teens. 

 

Oh, how he wished she would say anything. Anything at all would do; instead, she just watched him. 

 

 

 

\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*Starter 2\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\* 

Hermione Granger had agreed to take over Severus Snape’s position as defense against the dark arts and the potions professor. 

 

Life was good; sure, she was single now because Ron had panicked over the law. She did not blame him; in fact, things had been good for her with him gone. Though the two were still the best of friends,. 

 

 

The letter arrived on a quiet and cold night on September 1. 

Hermione smiled as she paid the owl, watching it fly off before looking down at the parcel it had given her. 

 

 

For a brief moment, Hermione wished she could still speak to her parents. Surely, her mother would be able to help navigate this. Hermione also wished she wasn’t standing in her office at Hogworts. She longed to be in her own home for this life-changing event, but Hogwarts was home. It always would be. 

 

 

 

The emerald green ink and the seal of the ministry confirmed the letter was real. Hermione wasn’t as nervous as she felt she ought to be. Perhaps because she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Harry disagreed, but Hermione was not going to rock the boat on this. 

 

 

Digging the silver letter opener into the envelope, Hermione took a deep breath. Closing her eyes for a moment, she opened the letter. I unfolded the piece of paper and scanned the letter once, then twice. Then again, once more, just to be sure. 

 

 

Draco Malfoy. 

 

Draco Malfoy was the name in the letter. He was who she should marry. He was who she would marry and have children with, according to the ministry. 

She wanted to scream. She tried to fight it, but all she could do was sit back down in her large leather chair. The room felt like it was spinning. 

 

 

Anyone but him. Anyone else would be welcome; it would be comforting. Anyone else but the man whose touch she longed for. Surely this relationship was doomed. 

The loud crack from the fireplace and that very same man stepping out of the fireplace broke her thoughts. 

 

 

He had gotten the same letter, so it definitely was not a mistake. 

Her eyes roamed his body. I looked him up and down, watching him rub at his arm as if he were trying to rub something off. 

“Draco,” she whispered softly, her voice not daring to go above the barely audible whisper. 

 

 

 

 

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Hello there! If you have made it this far, please Please include the following: 

1. A little about yourself

2. A writing sample

3. Any questions you have

 

 

(F4Aplaying M) The Surgeon and the Mercenary

Hello Reddit! Do you love enemies to lovers? Slow burns? Romance with drama and angst? Maybe a dash of soulmate alternative universes? Do you love telling a story? Well then, I might have the role for you! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Em; I’m a 22-year-old female, and I have been roleplaying for a long time. I write novella length, like 500-2,000 words per post. I love partners who want to share ideas with me and stuff. I thrive on that; I want someone who will enjoy the stories and talk about the characters. I’m okay with this containing smut stuff, but that can’t be the main focus. Don't let the word count spook you; I just like multiple paragraphs per reply. I am looking for someone who can be active. Like replies more than once a day, if you can’t do that, I hope we at least talk.
Also, please be 20 or older.

Role idea:

Character A is my character. Character B is your character.

In a world where people cannot see color until they meet their soulmates. Character A has gotten too used to that; she kicks ass as a badass surgeon, so she doesn't even really think about having a soulmate. No one would understand her anyway. Or we do the first words you say to your soulmate being tattooed on them. So, like, his tattoo could say something like "kiss my ass." She had never given much thought to the whole love story thing anyway. That was until Muse B was hired to control the hospital budget and much more. The ER is hemorrhaging money, and character A is the reason why. So their first meeting is a budget meeting. In which she realizes she can see the color in his eyes, and it fills her with rage because he doesn't understand her. Expect that he is the only one who does.

Maybe he even ends up shadowing her for the day and sees that he can't make cuts to her budget.

Writing sample:

Paige sat in the rundown, disgusting gas station bathroom. Five minutes—five minutes of pure hell. She paced the single-stall bathroom, wishing her feet didn't stick to the floor, wishing it didn't smell in here. This wasn't how she had planned it or how she had planned her life. Though everyone always said you can't plan life, Paige had found a way to make it work.

The stickiness of the floor seemed to drag her back to reality, which was somehow worse than planning to run from this problem, but she couldn't run from it. No, this was her life now as she looked at her phone again. 4 minutes and 45 seconds were left.

Paige was spiraling, probably because they were not even speaking at the moment. The fight seemed so stupid now. So small compared to this, but it wasn't that she had caught them together. In her bed, in her apartment. The memories came flooding back, no matter how much Paige tried to block them out. Her best friend had slept with her boyfriend. She supposed it was made better by the fact Adrain and slept with Jeffrey. That was something Paige couldn't give him. It wasn't another woman.

Standing in that bathroom, in the crappy, definitely haunted gas station on Seventh Street, Paige was contemplating her entire life, and the only two people she wanted to talk to were currently not speaking to her.

That was most definitely on account of her reaction, but how else was she supposed to react to walking in on that scene? Was she supposed to throw them a party? Adrain was still cheating, and the part that hurt the worst was Jeffrey's betrayal. Jeffrey was her best friend; they had grown up together. The two were inseparable from the moment Paige moved into the neighborhood at nine years old.

It was the fifth foster home in five months, the fourth couple, and the fifth month without her older brother. Justin was her everything. He raised her, but when Paige got pneumonia from the cold winter nights spent sleeping outside, Justin had to do what he could. "I'll always love you, and the second I can, I will come get you, I promise," the words ran through her head as she closed her eyes for a moment.

That was nearly fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, that was the night a terrified nine-year-old girl met the little Jewish boy down the street, and suddenly she had a friend in this world.

"Justin, I need you to come get me." Paige whispered softly as she wiped her eyes. Her voice was breaking as she thought about her hero for the first time in a long time.

Justin had died five years ago, but that wound never quite healed. There was always a time in her life when Paige needed her brother. She thought Justin was more like her dad until she met Jim. Jim Goldberg was her adoptive father, and that man would do anything for Paige. Would he do this? I love her through this. Paige shook softly as she stood in the far-too-bright gas station bathroom.

The loud and obnoxious ring of the timer on her phone pulled Paige from her spiral only momentarily. The alarm going off meant she had to look and see if she was pregnant or not. The stick on the counter wrapped up in that neon pink wrap seemed to be taunting her. Maybe it was just food poisoning or the flu. Maybe she was being paranoid. God, she hoped she was being paranoid. Mumbling a prayer under her breath, Paige sighed softly as she reached forward. Her long, thin fingers shook violently as she picked up the stick.

PREGNANT.

In that moment, Paige was positive; it made her heart stop. She at least definitely stopped breathing for a moment or two. That word was taunting her. She was pregnant. Pregnant, unmarried, and very Jewish. The sound that escaped Paige's lips was a gut-wrenching noise as she stood there.

All she wanted in that moment was to call Justin and tell him she had to come get her. He wasn't going to ask why she couldn't drive herself home from a gas station. No, there would be no questions; he would simply give her a ride in silence and worry about her Jeep tomorrow.

With shaking hands and teary eyes, Paige called the next person she could think of. "Papa" Paige cried as she held the phone to her ear.

Suddenly she was nine years old, again terrified of Jim's very presence in his own home. She was back in her childhood bedroom, hiding under the bed. She smiled at the memory of Jim reading bedtime stories in an empty room as Paige hid under the bed. He would end everyone with, "Papa, loves you; it's okay. You are safe." She needed that now more than ever.

(F4A) enemies to lovers pregnancy trope

(F4A) Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Trope

Hello! Are you a sucker for enemies to lovers? Love a good pregnancy trope? Maybe a spicy romance? Well, then I may have just the thing for you! My name is Em, and I am female in her 20's. I am in the CST time zone. I am an advanced lit writer. Meaning I write 500–2k words per post. Also, I write exclusively in the third person. I usually use Discord, but I am willing to try different platforms. Now as for spicy scenes, I do a ratio of 80 stories to 20 smut. Smut is fun, but it's not the whole plot and needs buildup. Now what am I looking for from you? Well, I am so glad you asked. 

1. Match my length or at least attempt. No one-liners or two paragraphs. 
2. Messages without the password will be ignored. 
3. I enjoy OCC chatting, so please be open to that. 
4. Flirting with me will get you blocked. 
5. No ghosting 
6. I know life comes first. I am a busy college student, but if you are going to be busy for days or weeks, just communicate that. 
7. A writing sample or a reply to the starter if you feel so inclined.

 
 
Now with that out of the way, let's get to the fun part! 

 
Role: 
Muse A and B have hated each other for years. It started when Muse A took her job at the company he worked for. They just rubbed each other the wrong way. Plus, Muse B is a prankster doing stupid stuff like unscrewing the top of the salt shaker. Once he even stuck pins on Muse A's chair. They couldn't stand each other, and that was obvious. So when Muse A's life is flipped upside down. She finds out she is pregnant and then gets dumped by her fiance the same night. She thought she could count on his hatred, but why did he suddenly start leaving her favorite drink on her desk? Or start eating her pregnancy cravings in front of her? Why did he start buying her lunch all the time? The heat is slowly ebbing away. So slowly, she didn't even notice it. Too busy trying to make peace with being a single mother. Imagine the surprise on Muse A's face when Muse B rushes into the delivery room yelling, "I'm here, I'm here." Who knew you could love your enemy? (The password is baby)  

Starter: 

Dressed in her nicest pants suit, Nora pushed her black-framed glasses back on her face. The purple suit might have been too much for this accounting job at a law firm, but she wanted to fit in. Walking in the door, she smiled softly, looking at the short woman behind the desk. "Good morning, can you point in the direction of Mr. Samuel's office?" Nora asked the woman. She felt a little foolish asking for directions, and surely Aaron would laugh at her about it. Following the woman's directions, she tried to ignore the rude comments from the lawyers. Though the comments never stopped, they just turned into rather childish pranks.   

That was five years ago. Five years she had been with him. Five years she spent loving Aaron; hell, she even planned a wedding. A wedding that was supposed to last four months. What was supposed to be a happy night had turned into the worst night of her life. Looking at the stupid card the lady at the pharmacy suggested she buy only made Nora cry harder. The card held the positive pregnancy test and the words, I can’t wait to meet you.   

Nora had expected him to be happy, maybe even cry a little, but never have the words "I slept with someone else" come out of his mouth. Nora had kicked him out, but it still hurt. She had spent the part of her life with this man, and now she was going to do this all alone. "We will be alright..." Nora said more to herself. She cried herself to sleep that night. 

The next morning came too soon, and of course telling her friend about any of this was a massive mistake. The whole office was weird. No one was saying anything to her or saying they were sorry for things they couldn't control or shouldn't even know about. Nora just felt out of place being here. Maybe she should have called in sick and stayed in bed. At least she could count on Muse B to be normal. She chuckled softly, staring at his latest prank.   

"Very funny." Nora said with a shake of her head as she looked at what he had changed the background on her computer to. At least someone was being normal around her, even if he was rude, arrogant, and a sob. God, his desk was disgusting, but he was the only one not walking on eggshells around her. That was nice, though he was still an ass. 

Five years ago, if someone had told Nora she would be here in life. She would have laughed. She had life planned out down to the color of her socks. Now her plans meant nothing. It was supposed to happen after the ring and after she had time to make sure she wouldn't be fired for simply being pregnant. Now, here she was simply hoping Mr. Samuel wasn't going to fire her because it.   

With a groan, Nora got up from her desk and went outside. "Dude, what is the matter with you? Don't you know what she is going through right now?" Matthew Taylor said as he looked at (muse B). Matthew Taylor was married to Gina. Gina was Nora's best friend, but after the entire office knew she was pregnant and single, it threw a wrench in their friendship. At least Muse B didn't seem to care; that was a comfort. 

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