#i wish we were spending quiet evening hours writing together. i wish we were going to bed next to each other.

[girlsmoonsandstars]

#i wish you were here. i wish you were telling me about your day while i made us dinner. i wish i was listening to you laugh at my jokes. #i wish we were spending quiet evening hours writing together. i wish we were going to bed next to each other. #i wish i felt less. i wish i made better choices. i wish i stopped chasing unavailable lovers and breaking my own heart. #i wish i didn't know you. i wish i knew you better than anyone. #i wish i was someone else. i wish i looked different. felt different. acted different. someone better. someone you could love. #i wish there weren't pages and pages of poetry you will never read and a hundred saved drafts i'll never publish. #i know better. i want so many things i shouldn't. i'm addicted to the melodrama. i choose unavailable people so i don't have to try. #i wish i could spend every hour getting to know you as though i had the right to keep you safe. i wish i could keep you safe. #i should be keeping myself safe. i'm so confused. i wish. i dare.

[shkudss]

Weakened by Eywa Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Masterlist

Summary: Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn’t my first language

Author’s note: it my first Avatar writing, so I hope you like it! This idea was spontaneous and I’m not really good at writing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m still learning how to use Tumblr properly since I don’t really use it 🥲

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Yaymak - foolish, ignorant

You thought that all these days when you flew to the water clans were the hardest in you life. Little did you know that life with Metkayina would be harder. You expected to finally live a normal life, doing your chores without being sacred to be shot by sky people. Now you’re safe, but things didn’t get better.

Since your arrival, these boys were bullying all your siblings, including you. You have no idea why it is important for Ao’nung to see totally similar to him Na’vis. You all are same avatars with slight differences that were unavoidable due to the environment you’re supposed to live in. Oh, yeah… supposed to live.

“What are you even doing here?”

“You’re so useless to our tribe”

“Go back to your monkey house”

All these words almost engraved in you mind without leaving space for other thoughts and hope. It’s been two weeks since you arrived and you still haven’t ridden an Ilu successfully, you can’t hold your breath as Metkayinas do. This makes you feel horrible and believe all these mean words.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do it!”

Neteyam is trying to teach you how to deal with ilu and his voice is so calming, he really believes in you as an older brother. You wish you could just believe him, but insecurity lays too deep and securely in your mind.

“I don’t know… I can’t…”

Your voice was really soft and quiet as you’re the calmest child in your family. You don’t like loud sounds and fast actions. That’s just the way you are. Neytiri says that Sylwanin was just like you.

Despite being slower and more sensitive that other Sullys they loved and protected you with all their heart. Jake knew that Kiri and Tuk are different, they can deal with their problems a lot easier, while you cannot. When something bad to your family or yourself happens, you worry a lot and you won’t tell anyone about your worries unless they make you to. That was the hardest part of you character.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need to take a break? We can continue tomorrow, don’t worry yawntutsyip.”

Neteyam was worried about your mental state, you were too quiet these days and it never meant anything good. Trying to make you speak about your feelings was completely impossible. You always think that your family has too much to worry about to burden them with your own issues. You want to be like Kiri and Tuk. That’s hilarious, Tuk is way younger than you but she’s able to deal with her emotions way easier than you.

“I’m good. Can we just take a break for like half an hour? I think my brain melts.”

You awkwardly smiled at the end trying to lighten the mood. Neteyam smiled back, feeling relief as you seemed to be just tired. He didn’t want you to hide anything from him and your family.

“Okay, yawntutsyip. I’ll go find Lo’ak and make sure his ass hadn’t get in trouble again. Kiri is on that side of the beach by the way. You can join her, she’s probably flirting with plants again. Let’s meet here in an hour.”

You laughed at his little joke about Kiri. But that’s a fact. Since you arrived here all she’s been doing is examining all local flora and fauna. You missed your time together in the forest, maybe now you’ll have a chance to talk and just be together.

“Okay!”

“Tell me if something goes wrong.”

You knew this look. The big brother look. Sometimes you think how hard it would be for you to live without your family, the way you’re connected to them something really fascinating. And one of your love signs is time. Spending time with your family and each member is the way you show love, the way you feel protected and loved.

You see Kiri laying down in water and looking for something. She didn’t see anyone around, attracted by… water? You didn’t try to understand what’s going on in her mind.

“Hey, pandora geek.”

You stood in front of Kiri and the shadow from your body covered her. Only after that she raised her head and squinted at you.

“I thought you’re with Neteyam. What’s wrong?” She sat on the sand, water was covering her legs a little. You did the same thing, hugging your knees and placing your head on them.

“We took a break, my brain doesn’t work properly. I still can’t ride ilu.”

Hopeless sigh made your sister chuckle, but then she saw your eyes. They were full of sadness, you were not happy. Kiri felt guilt, as your sister she had to be with you, she forgot that Sullys stick together.

“What bothers you?” You were not sure if it’ll be okay to tell her everything. But you family always encourage you to speak what lays in your heart, so you decided to do it.

“There’s a lot… I miss home, I miss flying with you, Neteyam and Lo’ak around Hallelujah mountains.” You were vulnerable now and this is one of those rare moments when you opened your feelings easily. Kiri was the only one you did it with. You could feel tears coming to your eyes, you needed this. “I just miss our way of life. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to get used to it. Especially, when you always hear…”

“Hey monkeys! Still can’t ride ilu? How can you be so yaymak? You’re both freaks!” you could recognize this voice in millions. “One sister has demon blood, another is too dumb to do things that even infants can do!”

Ao’nung and his friends were coming towards you. Kiri’s body immediately tensed, you could feel it.

“What do you want? Is there nothing to do?”

Ao’nung and his friends came closer and you both stood up. Kiri was looking at him angrily, ready to fight. You were supposed to have such a good conversation, opening each other your soul, but this bully spoiled everything.

“My goal for now is to get rid of such fake Na’vis like you two and your stupid little brother.”

You were furious, how dare he talk like this about your family. Yes, he did say mean things to you, but he still picked his words. Now it’s too much. Nobody can talk about your family this way.

“Shut up and don’t get close to me and my siblings!” You tried to get into protective sister mode. Kiri was shocked by the way you raised your voice. She’s never heard such tone from you before.

“Look at this! Little girl knows how to talk?” Ao’nung was teasing you and laughing with Roxto and the rest of his friends. “Maybe you’ll learn how to swim properly soon by the time my future brother or sister will turn 10. Hopefully.”

You clenched your fists, trying to hold all your emotions. Anger, offense, sadness. It felt like a hurricane of extremely high spectrum of emotions, which was hard for you to bear.

“Don’t you dare…”

You didn’t control yourself that you were coming closer and pushing him. The reason why you felt this way was in him.

He did this to you.

You didn’t care that he was taller than you and all you faced was his shoulders. You didn’t care that he barely moved as you tried to hurt him as much as he hurt you. All he did was laughing. It seemed like Ao’nung didn’t understand anything you said, like he didn’t see you breaking into pieces right in front of you.

“Calm down, you little skxawng!” It was a joke for him. For you it was your last piece of composure.

“You’re dumb! So dumb that you can’t even understand how much pain you give me! Every day I wish I don’t meet you so you won’t shower me with all your shit! Every night I cry myself to sleep because all your mean words you’ve said hurt me! And you don’t understand me, how can you be so mean?”

You were screaming at him and trying to hit, mental breakdown took over your senses. You could physically feel how your heart hurts and legs weaken. All sounds were heard as if from under the water, you didn’t see what’s going on around you. Someone’s holding your shoulders and pushing you to their chest to not let you fall on your knees.

“Don’t touch her!”

Furious voice sounded from afar. Neteyam. Your brother who always protects you, surrounds you with love you need. That’s why he calls you yawntutsyip. Little loved one.

You could feel your brother as he came closer to you. His steps were as heavy as his mood. When he saw you breaking down in front of this asshole and because of this asshole, he almost lost his temper. The way chief’s son was holding and looking at you, finally realizing that his actions have consequences. He had to drive you crazy to understand it.

“Back off! Now!”

He pushed Ao’nung as he got closer to him, taking off his hands off you. You didn’t realize it was him, who held you all this time. Was it long? Actually, everything happened in less than 2 minutes, but for you it was like an infinity.

“What happened?”

Lo’ak was here, he saw you crying in Kiri’s hands and Neteyam fighting with Ao’nung and his friends. He didn’t need to check on all details to punch Roxto and other guys.

“It’s fine, we’re here. Don’t worry.” Kiri was sitting with you and slowly swaying, while tapping your head to calm you down.

“I’m sorry, I…” that’s all you could say.

Neither you nor Kiri noticed how the fight stopped until Neteyam came closer and examined you. His eyebrow was cut so as his lower lip, but he didn’t care. Now he could feel only your pain.

“Yawntutsyip… my sister.”

“I’m sorry, Neteyam. I didn’t…” You were gasping for breath from crying, not being able to collect your thoughts.

“Shhh, that’s fine, you’re fine. We’re here, nobody will hurt you again.” Kiri gave you to Neteyam, he was calming you down repeating the same moves as Kiri did. You were crying, letting all pain, that was suppressed inside of your soul, to flow through you.

Your siblings knew that you need to feel it to let it go. That is the only way for relief.

“Let’s go home, yawntutsyip?” Neteyam’s voice was calming as always, he hated seeing you crying.

You just nodded in agreement, hiding your face in brother’s neck and holding him as if someone can take you from him in any moment.

Yes, most Na’vis are brave, ready to fight and protect their beloved ones. But you just can’t do it. You are the one who needs to be protected. Eywa created you that way and you can do nothing about it.

“Don’t ever come to our sisters, you little bitch! Are you so insecure that you’re afraid to battle with me and choose those who are weaker than you?” Lo’ak didn’t miss to say the last goodbye before following after all of you. He didn’t wait for the answer, he didn’t need it.

Ao’nung was standing up there and looking as your figures disappear. No words are in his mind, except for one.

“Fuck”

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I hope you liked it! I’m not sure if I’ll write the second part🫣 I have an idea but idk if it’s worth it, we’ll see!

#aonung #aonung x you #aonung x sully!reader #aonung x female reader #aonung x reader #aonung x oc #aonung x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neteyam x y/n #avatar #avatar twow #aonung imagine #aonung fanfiction #neteyam #kiri #roxto avatar #loak #lo’ak x sister!reader #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung

[littledollll]

hi hi i would absolutely adore if you could write an agere fic with larissa and a reader who regresses to 9-11. go wild :3

Office day

A/n: I don’t think I’ve ever written for littles on the older side or like bigger than toddlers at all. It's definitely a little harder I think but I had fun with this, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none?

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“Momma momma momma!” Bright and early Larissa was shaken awake by your somehow overly energetic self. It’s 4:53 am. How the hell were you near ready for a marathon right now?

She had no idea where you came from but you certainly were running from somewhere and ended up crashing into her half-awake self at full speed.

She groaned as she felt your weight over her body before she even got to open her eyes. Eyes half closed, her hands cupped your face gently, giving you a little pinch before she leaned up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Sighing as she reached over to turn the lamp on, she addressed you. “And what’s got my little darling so energetic today? I’m impressed you were even up before me.”

“I dunno! I just woke up! I slept very very well actually and wasn’t sleepy at all when I woke up.” You so happily explained, and Larissa only slightly envied the idea of actually feeling restful. “That’s very good, but momma isn’t feeling quite as energetic as you, dear. Can we use our inside voices when it’s early in the morning?”

She was always so gentle when she spoke to you. It was near impossible to actively go against her wishes or requests.

“I have a feeling a little one like you isn’t going to work today, hm?” Larissa muses as she finally feels a little more awake. Sitting against the headboard, she pulls you to lay your head on her lap and starts very carefully brushing through your hair. It almost made you fall right back to sleep.

“Hey! I am not a little one. I'ma big kid.” “Oh yes, very big, my love. But certainly not big enough to work.” She says again. More as a fact than a question. You nod in agreement.

There were a few minutes of peace and quiet. Something that was basically a sacred ritual for the two of you never to be disturbed. A second to breathe and just exist together in the quiet and calm of the morning, despite your energy and her lack of the very same. It was the perfect start to the day.

“How about you get out of your pjs and stay in my office when it’s time for work? I’ll pass it as a sick day and you can keep momma company.” She suggested quietly. Of course you sprung up at the idea of it, your energy resurfacing. Immediately jumping up to get changed so you could spend the day completely with her for once.

Larissa gives herself props later for telling you to get ready first thing in the morning because it takes you forty minutes to pick out an outfit that you’re just going to sit in, hidden away at the office.

“Little love, come get your breakfast.” You hear Larissa call from the kitchen and scramble to just chose something and walk out.

“You look very nice, that whole hour it took you was definitely worth it.” She mused, a soft smile on her lips as she tilted her head your way. You so rudely glared at her, making her fake a gasp and put her hand to her chest in feigned surprise. “Look at you with your little attitude. That doesn’t seem like something a big kid would do.”

That only earned her second glare, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as you joined her for breakfast, forgetting your previous attitude. “…thank you momma.” You said after a moment. Larissa only hummed, standing up and placing yet another kiss this one to the top of your head. “You’re very welcome. Wash your dishes before you leave, ‘big kid’. I have to go punch in.”

You pouted and grumbled but Larissa left no room for arguing as she swiftly left the room.

The rest of your day was spent with her just like promised. You roamed her whole office in the span of the whole day. You sat, walked, and laid down practically everywhere. Contrary to her who was stuck at her desk, occasionally taking a walk around the school to make sure everything was in order. Which you happily joined her for.

She reminded you to get off her desk just about a million times only for it to go ignored or forgotten about in just a second.

“Can we order out today?” You asked, praying to every and any higher power that Larissa would agree, and practically cheering when she did. Thinking about it for only a moment, she nodded soon after.

“I guess we could.. sure, darling. I don’t feel like cooking anyways.”

“Yes! You’re the best!” She looked quite happy at that, chuckling as you jumped off the desk to hug her. “Well thank you, dear.. now settle down for just a few minutes so momma can finish up and we can leave soon.”

#larissa weems #cg!larissa weems #Larissa x little!reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa wednesday #agere #gwendoline christie #larissa weems wednesday #larrisa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader

[poraphia]

First of all, I love your writing! Your style is amazing and your writing is the standard I aim for. Could you do a Wilbur x female reader where Wilbur and y/n are having a long distance relationship and y/n is having a very depressive, unhealthy episode so Wilbur decides to visit her while he’s on tour? You don’t have to do this if there are any problems with my request, thank you :)

"Don’t Tell My Boyfriend"

wilbur x depressed!reader 1355 words • 8.27.23 Decided to combine requests :) @ax-y10 requested something with the lyric "Don't tell my boyfriend, its not what he's made for" and then there's anon! Who was in fact super sweet I remember verbally aww'ing when I saw this in my inbox so thank you so much!! I hope you guys enjoy :) this is super unedited and I'm super sorry! Just trying to get back into writing again Wilbur soot masterlist here <-

"Don't tell my boyfriend. It's not what he's made for. What was I made for?"

♡♡♡

I love my boyfriend, I really do.

“(y/n), are you sure you don’t want to come to tomorrow night’s gig? We haven’t seen each other in so long, and I miss you so much..”

“I know, honey, it’s just I’m so caught up with work and I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to even come. I’m really sorry.”

But there are some lies here and there I have to slip out.

Wilbur sighed on the other side of the phone. I buried myself deeper into my pillow, hiding from the world with thick duvet covers.

“Okay, well… I’m getting off the plane right now. I guess I’ll call you tonight or something. I don’t know.” His words were laced with hurt and a sense of betrayal. I clenched my jaw to prevent the sobs aching in my throat.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you. I love you.” I mumbled.

“Love you too.” With that, he clicked off of the call. I dropped my phone onto the floor of my bedroom, sitting up to look around the mess of the room I’ve chosen to sulk in. It hasn’t been a good few days, or rather, weeks, recently. I lost my job, the appetite to even eat, to get up and go outside, hell, I don’t even remember the color of my carpet floor since it’s just a layer of clothes I’ve yet to wash.

Wilbur has been too busy on tour for us to regularly call and check in on each other, so it’s been better to keep quiet about what I’ve been going through. The last thing I wanted was for him to be all worried about me when he was supposed to be out there living his dreams as a famous musician playing for countries of many. Recently, he’s been touring in my country and he just landed near my hometown. For months we talked about seeing each other again, and how the distance has been treating us poorly. It ruined our sleep schedules sometimes, but it was all worth it just to spend a few hours together.

I clutched my pillows tightly, burying my face from the world around me. I disappointed Wilbur yet again. Just last month we were fantasizing about this moment.

“I wish I could spend a week in your hometown, love!” He sighed dreamily as he spun around his office chair. I giggled, working on an assignment while listening to the man rant.

“Oh, yeah? What’s so exciting about my hometown?” I asked. I glanced up to look at his webcam, as he stared with ecstatic eyes.

“Well, you, of course. But I wanna see where you grew up, the people, what kind of food you ate— The history! Oh my god, especially the history.” He exclaimed. I shook my head, amused by his antics.

“You’re adorable,” I mumbled.

“Hm?” He hummed, but it was obvious that he heard me with that slick smile.

“You know you are, you cheeky bitch.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the tears stain my pillowcase, letting the sobs agonizingly echo throughout my apartment. I had no energy, not even to love and support my boyfriend. Nothing made me more than feel like the biggest disappointment in his life. Slowly, I drifted to sleep with only the thoughts of Wilbur me shunning me after this occupying my mind. How the next time we’ll see each others faces, he’ll only have his eyebrows knitted closely together while avoiding all eye contact, fidgeting with his hands as he talked.

I’ve ruined this relationship, and I’m scared that I may ruin him too.

I was woken up by the sound of my door creaking open. Immediately I jumped up, clutching my blankets tight to my chest. I backed up against my bed’s headboard as I tried to make out the tall figure standing at my doorway. As my vision started to refocus, I noticed the familiar pattern of curls on the top of the figure’s head.

“W-Wilbur?” I meekly croaked.

The figure stepped forward. I turned to the side to turn on my lamp, and once I turned back around I finally saw his face. His gorgeous, gorgeous face here in front of me. He wore a puffy sweater with a button up underneath. His hair was a mess, and since he’s been traveling for a while he had a slight stuble. But was most noticable was that face of concern. That face that screamed “Oh my god, are you okay?” That face that looked around my room, and most likely my apartment, to see just how much of a mess I truly was.

“(y/n), oh sweetheart, I’m sorry I scared you…” He said, speaking softly as he cupped my cheeks. I placed my hands over his, staring deep into those forest brown eyes.

“I-I…” I was speechless. “H-How did you get in..?” I asked, tilting my head a little. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as they darted across the room. My embarassing state was finally revealed in person, and I felt nothing but shame.

“Remember when we were in call one time and you told me about that spare key you kept in the plant in front of your door?” He explained. He quickly took a hand away from my face to show the key. “I remember…” He smiled.

Fuck, that smile.

That damn smile.

I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as I sobbed into his neck. His hands found themselves around my waist, holding me as close as I can as I let out weeks worth of pain in his embrace.

“It’s okay, (y/n), I got you, I got you I promise…” He whispered softly in my ear,

“I’m sorry—” I choked out. “—I’m so fucking sorry…”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” Wilbur asked. “There’s no reason to be sorry, I promise, sweetheart.” His sweet words pulled on my heartstrings like a puppeteer.

“I-I kept secrets from you. I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t know how you would take it…”

“My sweet girl..” He mumbled. He gently pulled himself off of me, examining my face such as my dark eyebags and chapped lips. “How about this, love. I get a warm bath started for you, and while you relax in the bath I’ll clean up your apartment then we can order food to eat together while watching your favorite show. How does that sound? Does that sound good?”

His features were soften and glowing under the warm light illuminating his face. I gave one more look around the room again. Dishes were scattered everywhere and pens and books were everywhere on my desk.

“You’re gonna clean my place..? That’ll take a while, and I don’t want you to be tired for your concert tomomrrow.” I worried. He shook his head.

“That’s not important to me. What’s more important is seeing you well taken care of. That’s what matters to me sweetheart. I could have a concert tonight and I would still drop it all for you.”

As if heaven sent me an angel, he gave me a smile almost as beautiful as Aphrodite’s as my heart ran marathons for the man before me. My hands that were behind his head twirled at his hair strands.

“Promise me, baby?” I asked gently.

“How about I show you instead?”

And with that, he picked me up bridal style, twirling me around before crashing his soft pink lips against mine. I hugged him as tight as my strength could muster, smiling into the kiss.

Despite some arguments in my brain, in the end I could really understand one thing about Wilbur.

This is what he was made for.

♡♡♡

a / n ~ I’m really sorry I’ve been slacking lately. I’m in college now! In the meantime, I’m gonna close requests for now until I feel ready again. Thank you sm for the support!

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[emotionallyattachednerd]

Sweet Honey | G1 Bumblebee x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve and first time ) and two inexperienced bugs. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Don't have enough G1 stories written, but slowly will build up over time I hope. Thanks anon for sending through this was rather cute and sweet to write. Enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Being the two youngest among the autobots it's no surprise from anyone that you both ended up together. You two were like teenage lovebirds, sweet to one another and always expressing your love. There is one thing though that hasn't quite happened yet, and that's interfacing.

There's no skill from either of you when it comes to interfacing, both completely new to it, virgins, and it's something you've both held out on for a long time, seeing no right moment for it to happen just yet. You did wonder why you haven't felt the need to do it with Bumblebee yet, though when you both talk to Ratchet about it he says it's normal to feel not ready, and that everyone feels different when it comes to something so intimate. He expressed that rushing or forcing it to happen won't help, and might cause either of you to express distress or regret.

So, you wait, and wait, until the moment happens.

On earth it's the new year, an event humans celebrated before the start of a new year. You and Bumblebee sat on top of the ark having the perfect view of where the fireworks were going to be set off. Everyone else was doing their own thing, even taking part of the celebration with Sparkplug, Spike and Carly among the other humans.

Bumblebee and you decided to have your time together, to spend time and share your love in your own privacy. Resting yourself against his chassis you gently trace your digit against his arm plating, optics looking over the spectacular view you both have, knowing you have the best seats in the house for the fireworks, which were to be set off within the next hour.

"Earth sure has its own beauty." You hear yourself whisper calmly.

"That it does, wish everyone sees it like we do." Bumblebee agrees through a tender hum. "Guess that's what makes us good together."

"Aye, very true." You snuggle into his side, nuzzling your face gently into the crook of his neck and let out a low purr. For a moment you continue to do this, before you feel his frame twitch slightly and hear his venting hitch. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing..."

"You're a terrible liar." You can't help but smirk faintly before lifting yourself to look at him better. "Bee, what's got you tense?" You then feel his frame more, noticing his heat increasing. "You're heating up..."

"Yeah, I know." He sounds nervous, unsure even. "I...it's fine, I'll be fine."

"Don't keep secrets from me. You never have before, don't start now." You touch his face plating, caressing the area and getting him to look at you. "You can tell me anything, always."

For a moment he's quiet, before finally confessing. "Remember what Ratchet said? The moment will happen when it happens..."

"Yeah?" Confused, you stare at him, than you slowly figure out what's wrong with him. "Bee, are you aroused?"

"I think so?"

"Oh..."

He's indeed warming up more as you continue to caress his cheek plating without even realising it, and by the time you do, his plating is so warm, pinkish hue appearing in his face as you feel yourself growing oddly warm too. The sight of him like this, it sends a strange warm buzz through you, and now it's your turn to crumble in nerves.

"I think I am too." You barely manage to say while fiddling with your servos.

"Alright. So...what now?" Bumblebee sounds embarrassed, but you feel it too. Neither of you had any experience, and you already guessed that when it did happen it was going to be a learning experience, it just so happened suddenly without warning.

"Maybe we could touch one another?" You've seen videos, you both have of course, so you still had an idea where to begin.

Bumblebee nods, going along with it, and you lay back down before shyly moving your servo between his thighs and across his heated panel. You hear him let out a hitched exhale at contact, the heat continues to boil, before his panel retreats and and you watch as his spike emerges out of its housing.

Your digits lightly ghost across the twitching length, before gently wrapping your servo around the base and giving him a slow pump, feeling some of the soft bumpy ridges as his spike throbs eagerly under your touch. This feels good, and you're making him feel good.

Bumblebee is unable to suppress his sounds as he feels himself heat up even more throughout his entire frame, his waist bucking slightly under your touches before realising he should be touching you.

Shifting closer, you shyly retract your panel and your untouched valve is exposed for him to explore. Moving his own servo between your legs, your optics flutter as you feel his digit skip against your valve, feeling the odd bundle of nerves and warmth settling within you and growing more velvet-like, smooth and tender.

Moving your legs more apart you give him better access, keeping your servo wrapped around his pulsing spike while still gentilly pumping him, letting out soft vents as you feel his digits play between your valve lips. It's all an exploring adventure between you two, and you still have time before the fireworks and new year start.

Bumblebee skips a digit across your node that causes your body to jolt from the contact, followed by a whimpered mewl, and this makes him stop.

"Did I hurt you?" He's worried he's done something wrong.

"N-no, no, you didn't. Just felt...surprised, but in a good way." That's the best way you can answer it. "How about me? Is this alright?"

"Yeah, I like it." He says through an aroused gentle smile. "I'll keep going?"

Nodding is your answer and he resumes his actions. The two of you touch one another, bringing your arousal levels up quickly much to your surprise, covering your mouth a little to muffle your increasingly desired whimpers as your optics flutter close due to the boiling heat rushing through you.

At some point, and somehow, you end up straddling his lap, sharing a heated kiss with him as you grind yourself along his length, you're soaking valve lubricating his spike like overcharged beasts craving a good rutt. But this isn't that, this is your first time, and you're both ready. The ridges stimulate against your node, adding to the growing arousal and building more fluids through your channel.

Your growing moans are faint against his inner neck, glossa darting out to lick along his neck cables, causing his frame to quiver along with his own increasing moans, his spike begging to be buried in your valve. Meeting his baby blue optics, you caress his warm cheek, as he does the same to you, sharing dainty smiles, young love blooming even more, before you grab hold of him and position yourself against his leaking tip, slowly sinking as you let out a shaky exhale.

Grabbing hold onto his shoulders you control yourself as his spike stretches your channel, letting out a soft hiss feeling the burning sensation snap through your valve, tearing your seal and your lover claiming your innocence. The pain does linger, but not for too long, and it's not long before you're fully seated in his lap with his pulsing spike stretching through you.

Bumblebee lets out a stuttered hiss between clenched dentas with his servos gripping at your waist, holding you still while his face tightens as if he was both in pain and feeling overpowering pleasure. Only a few drops of tears stream down your cheek plating, and than they cease. It's not until you move slightly that Bumblebee jolts and lets out a startled groan before there's another warmth filling you.

"W-what was that?" You can't help but ask, the small burning pain still surrounding your valve, his spike twitching along with the warm fluids that suddenly soaks your inner channel.

"I...I think I overloaded?" Bumblebee doesn't even sound sure. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen so fast, it just caught me off guard, and feels so good."

"Its alright. I mean, I'm more lubricated now, right? Can I move a little?" He nods and you slowly rock your hips. You're still unsure how to move, just that you try to stimulate yourself on him.

Even though he's already overloaded he feels the pleasure still against your rocking hips, moaning into your neck as he rests his servos against your hips, gently holding you against him while you slowly roll into his lap. The burning sensation slowly vanishes and the pleasure soon grows more fierce within you, grinding your node between your bodies in perfect sync as you keep his spike buried in your valve. It's all happening, and you want to finish it perfectly.

Your thoughts grow foggy as you continue to ride him while he bucks up slightly against your movements his spike twitching wilding even more much to your surprise, and hearing his startled venting hitching, you can only guess he's surprised himself that he's growing hard again, a second overload slowly building in him than.

No words are needed between you two and let the moment happen. His servos roam across your hips and waist, holding you close still as you start to bounce on his spike more, letting out moans and hitched vents while he thrusts up into your lightly, sounds increasing more vibrant from you, loving every second of it, silently questioning yourself why you never did this sooner.

"Bee, Bee..." His name moans from your lips, licking them eagerly as you feel yourself grow more hot and your thighs start shaking, servos resting closely against the back of his neck.

"Primus...oh Primus!" He stuttered loudly, arms clinging onto your quivering frame and jerks again deep in you.

In the exact moment, right at midnight, your overload erupts through your systems, your fluids flooding through, as you let out a high pitched moan mixing in with the fireworks setting off in the distance. You hold yourself against his chassis and nuzzle into his inner neck, purring gently between vented breaths, savouring the warm buzz still swimming.

"Oh Bee, that was wonderful." You say to him fondly. "Twice?"

"Yeah, twice." He chuckles lightly, sounding not fully convinced he was able to overload twice so fast. "Didn't think that was possible, yet it happened. Primus, I'll love you forever."

"As I will too." You share a tender kiss with him, caressing his warm cheek platings under your servos. "Happy new year, Bee."

"Happy new year, my love."

#transformers #g1 #bumblebee #valveplug #bumblebee x reader #reader insert #autobots #tf #smut #fanfiction #writing #fandom #sugarrusheag

[kaylawritesfics]

can you write some headcanons where you're johnathans twin sister or something and your dating Steve?

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Jonathan’s Twin Sister

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date steve “the hair” harrington while being a byers kid

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (byers!reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of canon typical violence, plot inconsistencies bc i have the memory of a goldfish

note: gonna try not to make this one as annoyingly long as my steve x henderson!reader but we will see !! this has no spoilers for stranger things 4 bc truthfully i don’t remember it enough to write the plot out

You and Steve definitely did not get off on the right foot at first. “King Steve” and his obnoxious friends relentlessly tormented your brother, going as far as breaking his camera.

Tommy H and Carol teased you sometimes, as well, but your friendship with Nancy Wheeler protected you from receiving the same torment that your brother received.

When you found out your younger brother, Will, had gone missing, you and Jonathan found comfort in each other, both of you recognizing the horrible and frankly, insane state your mother was in.

Steve had even (reluctantly) brought over a casserole, which he claimed was from his mother, but in reality, he and Nancy spent hours looking for recipes and had multiple trial casseroles waiting at home to be eaten.

After seeing how caring and sweet Steve really was, your feelings for him began to change. You really appreciated his help and support while things were going to hell in Hawkins.

After Will was finally home and things were relatively back to normal, you and Steve had even started a small friendship, much to your brother’s distaste. However, even Jonathan didn’t hold much of a grudge against Steve after they reconciled.

You were especially thankful the following year, when Steve had taken the party under his wing, protecting them when things started to go to hell again.

Around the same time, Steve and Nancy’s relationship came to an end. You noticed Jonathan and Nancy had been spending more time together as well.

While Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Steve became a support system for you. While Jonathan was seeking comfort from Nancy, you found yourself frequently wrapped in Steve’s arms.

Obviously, in a purely platonic way. Steve was a great friend, a fantastic friend, even.

These new relationships greatly confused you and Jonathan.

“What’s up with you and Nancy?” “What’s up with you and Steve?”

Even though the situation is a little confusing, Jonathan is the biggest Y/N and Steve supporter. No matter how many times you explain that your relationship with Steve is completely platonic, Jonathan still doesn’t believe it.

“Yeah, right. You don’t see the way you look at him.” “Jonathan, I swear to god”

Even Will joins in, teasing you about your “nonexistent” crush on Steve.

“I drew this picture for you. There’s you, me, and Jonathan, and then over here is Steveholdingyourhand” The words rushed out of his mouth and he held back a laugh as you grumbled but still took the drawing.

Steve loves coming over to your house. His house is so quiet and cold. He thinks your house feels more like a home. Even though it’s small and sometimes a little messy, he thinks it’s cozy and warm.

He also loves Joyce and Will. Joyce has this need to take care of any kid who walks into her house and Steve is absolutely at the top of the list. His mother isn’t like that at all so he definitely basks in the attention.

Will makes Steve wish he had a younger sibling. He tries to spend as much time as he can with Will. Next to Dustin, Will is the kid in the party that Steve is closest to. Will loves Steve and appreciates that Steve listens to him and lets him ramble on about DnD, his favorite TV shows, etc.

The next summer, Steve takes a job at the new Starcourt Mall. You like to visit him at work, coming to order ice cream at least 3 times a week. Sometimes, you take Will with you.

Robin bugs Steve about you for weeks, encouraging him to ask you out.

Of course, right when he finally builds up the courage, things start to get bad in Hawkins again.

You and Steve don’t reunite again until after the Battle of Starcourt. While the Scoops Troop were infiltrating secret Russian bases, you and the party were focused on whatever the hell was going on with Billy Hargrove.

You’re sitting outside the burning mall when Steve approaches you. Your mom, Will, and Jonathan are all okay and everything feels like it could relatively go back to normal.

You notice the cuts and bruises littering his face and the bags around his eyes. His hair is falling in front of his face and you tenderly push it back for him. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you in for a hug that lasts suspiciously longer than usual.

“I love you.” He spits out quickly before his adrenaline rush wears off. He’s frozen and it feels like it takes centuries for you to respond.

“I love you, too” He releases a breath, leaning down to kiss you softly.

A few feet away, Will nudges Jonathan, pointing to the scene in front of them. Jonathan groans, squinting his face up in disgust at the sight of his sister locking lips with Steve Harrington.

“You owe me $20.” “Yeah, yeah, I know” Will smiles proudly, glad that at least something good came out of this disaster.

Jonathan and Steve weirdly become pretty good friends after this. While Jonathan is still fiercely protective of his baby sister (who, in reality, is only 3 minutes younger than him) and would kick Steve’s ass for a second time if he had to, they find out that they actually have a lot in common.

Steve fits right in with your family. He’s very respectful and kind and they all love him so much.

#adding a read more tag later don’t worry #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x byers!reader #dating steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x sister!reader #jonathan byers platonic imagine #jonathan byers imagine #will byers #will byers x sister!reader #will byers platonic imagine #will byers imagine #byers!reader #joyce byers #byers family #stranger things byers #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy and jonathan #nancy and steve #steve and jonathan

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Hey, doll :)

I know you are currently drowning in requests, but I wanted to ask if I could request an angsty mor x reader. However, if someone has already asked something like that just disregard this one xx

ILY 🌺

New Friends, Old Insecurities (1)

A/N: Yes yes yes! I love writing angst to fluff stuff! Thanks so much for the request, anon! :) This will be divided into two parts!

CW: None! But this is pure angst, so the fluff isn't til I write a part 2!

Update: Part 2 is now posted! Read it here!

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You sighed as you watched Emerie and Mor spar, taking a seat off to the side so that you could finish up the work you'd brought along with you. You decided to come today because you've been missing your mate, but it's clear that you won't be receiving any of her attention today like you so desperately craved.

Ever since Nesta had become best friends with Gwyn and Emerie, they'd become close to everyone in the Night Court. In fact, you'd grown especially fond of Gwyn, and now considered her one of your dearest friends. Emerie and Mor had clicked, and their friendship had taken off fast. You were happy that Mor was making more friends, especially female friends as she'd spent so long just with Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel. But, you were, in fact, jealous.

You tried not to be. Really. But it was a deep insecurity of yours, that Mor would find someone better and leave you. She was just so bold, so confident, so commanding and brave. And so was Emerie. You were reserved, and quiet. You weren't a warrior like Mor, sticking to more intellectual pursuits. You didn't like to party, and you never had any interest in learning a sword. You had always wondered if Mor wished she'd been mated to anyone but you, but for the most part, you were able to look past the insecurities, as your relationship with her was loving and perfect.

But she was spending so much time with Emerie. They'd train together even when the Valkyries weren't, they'd go to Emerie's shop and talk weapons for hours, they'd patrol the camps as a pair and often sat together to talk about anything and everything. It'd been weeks of this, and though it was you that Mor came home to every night, you that she made love to, you that she said she loved, you genuinely had your doubts.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when someone came to stand in front of you. Looking up, you're greeted with Gwyn's kind smile.

"Hey," she says, hand over her eyes to shield from the sun.

"Hey," you respond, but your heart isn't in it.

Gwyn looks back over her shoulder, to where Mor and Emerie are laughing as they take a water break, and she looks back to you with concern in her eyes.

"S'fine," you shrug, a bit embarrassed that others had began to notice your mate's affections for another female.

Gwyn shakes her head. "It's not," she says, reaching her hand out to grab your own. She pulls you up and places a hand on your shoulder. "I'm done for the day, how about we go into town before dinner? We could go to the bookstore?"

You glance behind her, where Mor hasn't even turned to look at you or made her way over to say hello, and then you nod. "Yes, I think I'd quite like that."

---

"She adores you, Y/N, I think she's just forgotten how it's like to make a new, true friend, you know?" Gwyn says, taking a sip from the hot tea she'd ordered from the bookstore cafe.

Your eyes roam the shelves in the Fantasy section, your iced coffee clutched in your hand. "I never see her anymore, and when I do, it's when we're getting ready for bed, or she's about to leave in the morning, or I see her when we're all in a group. And even then, it's like she's not even with me."

Gwyn hums, then grabs a book with an emerald green cover, a dragon illustrated on the front. She flips it over to skim the back. "It is pretty shitty, I'm not denying that. But I don't believe it's because she loves you any less than she always has."

You shrug. "I don't know what to do anymore. The only time it even feels like we're in a relationship is when she wants to have sex."

Gwyn's head snaps up. "That's just wrong! I'm sorry she's making you feel this way. You deserve better. Have you tried talking to her about it?"

You shake your head, and try to stop the tears welling in your eyes. "No, I haven't. I don't know how."

Gwyn reaches out and rubs your arm gently. "You're one of my best friends, Y/N, we'll figure it out together."

You smile at her, a pure, genuine smile, something you hadn't done in weeks. "Thank you, Gwyn."

She returns the affection, then hands you the book she'd pulled. "This sounds like something you'd enjoy."

---

You and Gwyn spent hours at the bookstore, browsing and reading. Gwyn had been right, the book she'd found was exactly what you enjoyed, and you two read your new books, hers being an obscene romance title, for a while at an outdoor table, sipping your drinks and sharing a few slices of lemon cake.

You two also discussed how you'd confront Mor, and when. It was decided that you'd ask her about it tonight, before bed. You'd remain calm, and you'd try not to cry. You would avoid an argument, and you'd explain how you'd feel. It was a good plan. A solid one, that you hoped would work.

You two decided to leave as the sun began to set, knowing you'd be late for dinner at this rate, but you wouldn't miss it entirely.

You could hear your friends laughing and drinking as you arrived back at the house, and as you and Gwyn slipped your shoes off, you heard Cassian call, "There they are!" before him and Azriel came into the hallway.

Azriel smiled at Gwyn, bending to plant a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling her along to the dining room, where a full meal awaited her. You grinned at them, beyond excited that they'd finally accepted their mating bond.

Cassian clapped you on the back, smelling strongly of wine, and pushed you into the room as well. Instantly, your eyes fell to Mor. She was sat next to Emerie, who was sat in the seat you usually occupied. Instantly, your smile vanished. Gwyn met your gaze and rolled her eyes, shrugging, as if to say, "Screw them."

Your lower lip trembled at the small betrayal, but you swore to yourself that you weren't going to cry. Rather than take a seat at the table, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine.

As you poured, you heard the door swing open behind you, but you didn't care enough to look.

"Where've you been today?" Mor asks, curiosity lacing her tone. Usually, you told Mor about your every move. Mostly because she worried when she didn't know where you were, and you liked the idea of someone caring about what you were doing.

You still didn't turn around, filling your glass nearly to the brim before setting the bottle down and taking a deep sip.

"I went to town," is your curt reply, cold and to the point.

You hear her take a few more steps towards you, but before she can reach you, you spin away from her and head towards the door, straight back to the dining room where you take an empty seat beside Gwyn, across the table and on the other end from where Mor and Emerie have taken seats.

Mor enters shortly after, looking confused, and she stares at you a long while when she notices that you'd sat as far from her as possible. You refuse to make eye contact, instead, you focus on making yourself a plate of the dinner Feyre and Elain had made. It smelled divine, and you were starved.

Conversation remained light, and mostly, you could tune out Emerie and Mor's voices, whatever conversation they were having. Gwyn, bless her, spoke to you nearly the entire time. She was a great friend, and a welcomed distraction.

When everyone began to clear their plates and put stuff away, you instantly went to the door after cleaning your mess. Usually, you and Mor would hang out for a while, then make your way home together. Without fail, nighttime was reserved for one another.

You waited by the door for a while, growing impatient and nearly ready to just leave Mor behind and wait for her at home, when she came around the corner.

"Hey," she says, furrowing her eyebrows at the sight of you all ready to leave.

"Are you ready?" Is how you respond, again, cold and to the point.

Mor rolls her eyes, confused and a bit agitated. "Well, actually, Emerie wants me to come to the shop tonight and work with her, I just wanted to let you know."

Cold dread washes over your body, your heart dropping. Once again, Mor is choosing Emerie over you, and once again, you're convinced that she wishes Emerie was her mate and not you.

"Are you serious right now?" You whisper, voice angry and brittle.

Mor says nothing, just looks at you with a questioning glare.

You laugh, humorless and bitter. You throw your hands up. "Well, Mor, you just have the most fun, and how about you stay there tonight, since you're so fond of her, hmm?"

So much for not starting an argument.

Mor recoils. "Excuse me?" she grits out, beyond offended.

"You heard me. Stay with her tonight, let's stop pretending like you don't prefer her to me," you spit, your voiced hushed as you're aware of all of your friends just in the next room over.

Mor shakes her head. "You cannot be serious right now," she glares at you like you've gone mad. "So, you're jealous?" she asks, and you don't respond. She scoffs, "I thought you were better than that."

And that, to you, is the nail in the coffin. You can't help the tears that well and spill over your cheeks. You look at her, you shake your head in disappointment, then you pull open the front door and leave.

---

You made it back home in record time, in case Mor did decide to come home, you didn't really want to face her. You slam the front door shut behind you, and in the privacy of your living room, you let loose a sob.

For weeks she'd been neglecting you, ditching you, spending more time with Emerie than her own mate. Her wife. She'd started giving the time of her day always dedicated to you, to someone else. She was never home. She hardly acknowledged whenever you were in the same place as her, and when she was home, it was to have sex, then sleep, then repeat. It hurt. And you couldn't take it anymore. You could feel the bond pulled taut between the two of you, and you closed yourself off from it entirely so that you could try to forget it even existed.

You're in your bedroom, still crying, when you hear the front door open. Mor.

She calls your name, sounding beyond frustrated. When she can't find you anywhere, she goes upstairs, and throws open the bedroom door.

When she barges in, her eyes land on your form, sat on the bed, head in your hands.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?"

Your head shoots up. "Me? What's gotten into me? I'm not the one falling in love with another woman!" Your voice is shaky, and your hands tremble as you take Mor in, her hands on her hips as she paces the room.

"Are you nuts? Emerie is my friend! I cannot believe you're acting like this out of jealousy!" She shakes her head like she's disappointed, like she's scolding a child for bad behavior.

You stand up, but you don't approach her. "And what about your mate?!" you roar, pointing a finger at her. "What about the female you married, the female you never fucking see anymore? Huh?"

Mor looks taken aback by your sudden shift from sadness to rage. "We've been bus-"

"DON'T! Don't give me that shit!" You bring a hand up to wipe furiously at the tears on your cheeks. "You're the one that's been busy with another female, I've been here, the whole fucking time, waiting for my mate to act like she's still in love with me!"

Mor flinches like she's been struck. "You can't be serious! Of course I'm in love with you Y/N, and I have seen you, every night I come home an-"

"And you fuck me then go to sleep, so you can wake up and see Emerie again." You spit, knowing it's a low blow, but that it's also true, and a cruel part of you wants to hurt her the way she's been hurting you.

Mor pales, her jaw clenches and her hands begin to sake with barely controlled anger. "We have never, ever, just fucked, and you know that. How dare you? How dare you act like every time we're together it doesn't mean something more than that?" Her voice cracks at the end, and it surprises you, that she'd start crying over this too.

"Do you think about her when we have sex?" You know you're just antagonizing her, but truly, you're convinced that you're not the female she's in love with anymore.

Mor's eyes widen, and she snarls before marching towards you. "Don't you ever fucking say something like that again! I have never not shown you that I'm in love with you!" She's in your face, and her angry tears are spilling from her eyes.

You push past her and make your way to the closet door, needing to put distance between the two of you.

"No, you've just started spending your entire days and evenings with her, only coming home to have sex with me then leave before I wake up. You've only been dedicating your time spent with me to her and her workshop, our breakfast dates to training sessions with her. You've been neglecting to ask me about my day and how I've been so that you can tell me all about your day with her. You've just been ignoring me when I'm in the same room as you two, because you're clearly having too much fun with her to be bothered. And you've started giving her my seat at the dinner table, because rather than find out where I am, you'd rather have her fill my place."

Mor's dead silent, staring at you from across the room. Her tears are still dripping, her hand is clenched into a fist and her other hand has come up to cover her mouth.

"All I've wanted these past few weeks is your attention. Your love. And no matter what I do, I can't seem to get it. But... but Emerie has no problem." You pause and take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "So, no, Mor. Maybe you've not exactly shown me that you're not in love with me, but you have shown me that you're falling in love with someone else."

She chokes on a sob. "No, Gods, no, baby. No. Never could I love anyone else."

You're crying again, and you choke on a sob mixed with a bitter laugh. "I-I think that you want to believe that. Mor, I've always known that I'm not right for you, mates or not, I think you know it too."

You turn and open the closet door, entering the small space and grabbing one of your larger bags. Mor walks in after you.

"T-That is not fucking true!" She blubbers, heaving deep breaths as she watches you pack some of your clothes.

"B-Baby, s-stop," she tries to plead, but you ignore her, and shake her hand off when she tries to grab your arm. You've just been grabbing things at random, but you need to get out of this house, now, so you can only hope that you've grabbed enough pants, shirts, dresses, and pairs of bras and underwear to actually last you a while.

You storm out of the closet and head into the bathroom to grab toiletries. Again, you grab at random, hardly able to see through your tears. And, of course, Mor follows.

"Y/N, p-please stop, we can talk about this, plea-"

You whirl around. "I've said all I needed to say! I'm done, Mor. I'm done."

Mor cries harder, looking down at the floor in utter devastation. The sound of her sobs breaks your heart even more than it already has, and you resist the urge to comfort her, to tell her it's okay, that you two can move on.

Reentering the bedroom, you throw the bag on the bed so that you can zip it up. Mor trails after you, and watches as the love of her life gets ready to leave her.

"Baby, please, I-I love you, so fucking much. I'm sorry, I-I'm so, so sorry," she can hardly get it out from how hard she's crying, and you know that if you turn around, you'll break. So you focus on sliding your bag up your arm and putting your shoes on. When you're ready, you make for the bedroom door, and you practically run down the stairs, eager to get away from the heartbreak tainting the house that was meant to be your home.

Again, Mor grabs your arm before you can open the front door. "Please don't leave, let me make this right," her voice is a whisper, muffled from the congestion caused by her crying.

You close your eyes, you don't turn to look at her. "I love you, Mor, I always will," you hear Mor's breath catch as she waits for you to finish, as she hopes that you'll relent, that you'll put the bag down and take her into your arms and let her explain and apologize and let her change so that she never hurts you again. But you meant what you said, when you told her that you couldn't do it anymore. "But I'm done. I-I'm sorry."

And with that, you're ripping the door open, and leaving into the night.

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A/N: Whew! That was angsty! Also, just wanna add, I love Emerie! I tried to not make her sound like a female trying to take Mor away from reader, but she is the source of the issue here. Just please know that my characterization of her is not book accurate and was changed for the sake of a fight fic, I love Emerie a lot!

#reader x morrigan #morrigan x reader #mor x reader #the morrigan #mor #morrigan acotar #morrigan #mor acotar #acotar mor #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #nesta archeron #gwynriel #acotar #sarah j maas #acotar smut #acosf #the valkyries #nesta x gwyn x emerie #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #acowar #gwyneth berdara #emerie acotar #mor x emerie

[dozing-composing]

You SO get Gary omg can I request some date night headcanons/anything w him I can't get enough of his dork ass

Honestly, Neither Can I, HaHa! He's So Babygirl, And Fun To Write For. I'm Going To Give A Couple Of Scenarios, If That's Okay With You!

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅᴏʀᴋ…

⋆.˚ At Home... ✦ He'd have the whole place cleaned and set up for you. There would even be little decorations here and there. ✦ It would start out with you both having dinner together, either he would have prepared everything or you'd cook with him. ✦ Depending on the plans, you would either play video games or board games together, watch a movie, or just sit around and talk. ⤷ You were leaned up against him with your head resting on his shoulder. A large blanket was draped over both of your forms. There was a popcorn bowl, now half eaten, sitting on the coffee table. Tonight's movie of choice was "Godzilla." You made it about halfway through the movie before getting tired. It had been a long day, but you wanted to be with your boyfriend, Gary. So you asked for a simple home date, to which he agreed. He had been through a bit of a rough day too. Your eyelids start to droop despite the loud roars coming from the movie. You're about to fall asleep. Gary notices and pauses the movie. Before you can nod off he gently nudges you. You rub the tiredness out of your eyes as you look up at him. He gives you a bashful look. "Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off there," you yawn. "It's okay, sleeping beauty," he chides. You sit up, a tiny giggle comes from your lips. Then there's a pause. Gary looks at you with a little bit of worry. "I'm sorry, Gare-Bear. I don't want to cut this short, but today's been-" "No, no! Don't worry about it. We can pick this up some other time." He turns the TV off. "And don't feel bad about this, either." He knows you so well. God you love him. But even with his words, you couldn't help but feel bad. "I... Just wanted to spend time with you. I haven't had time to lately." His brows furrow. There's a split moment of silence, but then he scoots closer to you and lays his head on your lap with his hands behind his head. He's got quite a cheeky glint in his eyes. "You could... I dunno... Sleep over?" You snort and run a hand through his hair. "Well, it is late," you consider. "Great!" He bolts up and gets off the couch, and before you know it he sweeps you up. You squeal at the motion. He carries you to his room, lays you down and then joins you. You're facing him and he wraps himself around you. "Your boss is going to be so mad if he finds me here." "Awh, let him be. What's he going to do? Fire me? I'm the only henchman he's got left." A quick laugh and a goodnight kiss later, you're both out.

⋆.˚ Going Out... ✦ He'd be the one to pick you up with that "Your chariot awaits" line while he gestures to his car. You crack a smile every time. ✦ You'd both jam out in the car on the way to wherever he takes you. You might even just have a drive around the block. ✦ Same as above, it depends on the plans. ⤷ He opens the car door for you and closes it after you get in. Once he's in, he turns to you. "What shall we do tonight, m'lord?" "Oh, my love. Let us make haste and follow the stars above," you play along with his "ye olde" gimmick. "As you wish." He nods his head forward, giving a sort of a bow before driving off. Tonight was the kind of night where you wanted to go stargazing. He knew where to take you for these types of nights. It's a quiet ride, you two not saying much. His radio softly plays music, just to have a bit of background noise while you're on the way to your favorite spot. There's a small cliff just outside the city. You would stay out here for hours watching the sky if you could. When you arrive, Gary rushes out to open your door for you. You say that he didn't have to do that, but he replies that it's a "gentleman's right." You don't argue. He guides you to sit with him on the hood of his car and lean back. You both take a deep breath. Your gaze is glued to the sky, but Gary's is glued on you, though you don't realize. The stars shine brightly above. Your eyes reflect the twinkle of them. There's not a sound, not a word between either of you. But then... "They're beautiful, aren't they," you say without looking away from the sky. "...Yeah," he answers. "Just like you," you face him this time. This catches him off guard. His cheeks turn pink. "I uh. Um, I- Ah, shit," the way he's flustered makes you chuckle. "Gary-" "I mean you too!" Finally, there it is. You facepalm with a smile. He's too adorable for his own good. "Maybe it's best we don't talk for now. Let's just enjoy each other," you place your hand on top of his. He bobs his head in quick agreement. His face now turning red. Another smile, but now with mischief. You lean in, slowly inching closer to his face. And your lips connect with his. He melts into it, cupping your face with his hands. Yours do the same. And just up above, a shooting star grazes the sky. But you're too preoccupied to see it. Your wish already has come true.

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[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 6: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

1.1K Words

My Masterlist for other chapters. Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 1.

For the second time that day, you swung your door open, expecting to find your pizza, but not expecting Natasha and Wanda.

"This is a surprise," you said, gesturing them in. "I thought you were my pizza."

"We're sorry to disappoint," Nat teased, smirking slightly as she dropped onto your couch. There was something different about her, the way she was looking at you. You weren't sure what it was.

Wanda sat in your chair, curling her legs under her.

"I'm not disappointed," you corrected her softly, dropping down next to her. "I'm glad you all came by. I shouldn't have left the way I did, and I'm sorry."

Wanda finally met your eye. "I thought we were friends."

"Of course we are," you whispered. "Why do you think I decided not to come back?"

Wanda shrugged.

"I think having to stick to a professional relationship that was based off of a contract would hurt us both in the long run."

You found Nat's gaze. "What?"

"Nothing," Nat shook her head. "I just wish I realized how lucky we were to have you around, right from the start."

You could feel the heat in your cheeks at her kind words, and the pizza guy saved you from having to think of how to respond.

Except it wasn't the pizza guy; it was all of the rest of the Avengers.

You couldn't help but laugh. "What are all of you doing here so late?"

They look like giants in your small hallway, and you ushered them in before your neighbors saw.

Sam handed you your pizza. "I think we scared off your delivery guy."

"So this is where you guys snuck off to," Steve said to Wanda and Nat.

There wasn't a lot of space for all of them. Nat scooted closer to you so Clint could sit on the couch. Tony, Bucky, Sam and Steve sat on your floor.

"We all miss you," Steve said sincerely. "The compound isn't the same without you."

"It's only been a few hours," you tried to hide your smile.

"We wanted to make sure you were okay," Tony said. His words were still sincere and soft. The way they were looking at you made your heart thud gently.

"I appreciate that," you said. "I was just thinking of how quiet my apartment was, and then Nat and Wanda showed."

You glanced at the small box of pizza, and then at the large group. "Should I order more pizza?"

"We already ate," Sam said.

"Alright. I should have popcorn and candy in the cabinet above the dishwasher."

Tony flipped on your TV. You imagined they each had many things to do, and you treasured the fact that they took the time to spend with you.

Bucky stood. He went right to the cabinet, coming back with an arm full of candy and other snacks.

"Someone has a sweet tooth," he said pointedly, namely at you. He dropped the pile onto the coffee table. You noted the candy he picked for himself. You were going to add it to your notebook. You had yet to write anything down for Bucky.

You retrieved all of your blankets and pillows, handing them out to everyone. You had a lot - you loved blankets. They all agreed on a movie, and in no time, you found yourself dozing off, feeling completely safe and secure in their presence.

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It was morning when you woke up. You were in your bed. Someone must've put you there. You assumed that they would have left, but surprisingly they were all fast asleep, mostly on your floor. Someone had pushed your coffee table out of the way, and the guys were all piled together on the floor. Nat had the couch, and Wanda was still in the chair. It was kind of adorable.

You wanted to do something special for them, but you pretty much had no groceries. You had to be quick. You knew a few of them were early risers. There was a corner store not even a block from your apartment. You could just go and grab stuff for breakfast.

After you got dressed, you were surprised to find Bucky awake. He was standing in the kitchen, like he was waiting for you. You gestured for him to follow you. You shut and locked your door as quietly as possible.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To get stuff for breakfast," you said. "What's your favorite breakfast food, Buck?" You quickly corrected yourself. "Bucky. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. My friends call me Buck." His lips quirked up, and yours did too. "I mean, I like pancakes."

"Exactly what I was thinking," you said. "What kind of pancakes?"

Bucky shrugged, pulling the door open for you.

You grabbed all of the necessary breakfast items. You knew they ate a lot of food judging from your time at the compound.

Surprisingly, not one person had moved since you left.

"You get to help since you're awake," you told Bucky, handing him two packages of bacon. He didn't protest, and you worked side by side.

The smell of bacon caused Steve to stir, and he sat up. His blonde hair was ruffled from sleep, and he yawned, stumbling his way over.

"I can help," he said, taking the spatula you were using to flip the pancakes with from your hand.

You whisked the eggs together to be scrambled once some space at the stove has cleared. You cut up some fruit, and soon, everyone was waking up.

You all ended up back on the floor because it's where everyone could fit.

"This is great," Clint complimented. He yawned, leaning against the couch for support.

"Yeah, we rarely do breakfast together," Nat said.

"Or sleep in," Tony added.

"Will you come back?" Wanda asked you. "Not as our therapist this time."

"Wanda, what would I do at the compound?" you whispered. You didn't mean it in a snarky way, but you had been living there temporarily as a job. By asking you to come back, what did that mean?

"You could be an honorary Avenger," Tony said. "We all enjoy your company, just as much as we enjoy each other's."

Everyone seemed to be watching you as you thought it over.

"Not yet," you decided. "You all need to focus on passing those evaluations, and then I will consider it."

You didn't want to complicate things for them. They needed to open up to someone else, and throwing you into the mix was going to be a mess.

"I don't want to talk to someone else," Steve grumbled, meeting your gaze. "But I guess I'll do it for you."

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You ducked your head to hide your smile.

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[whiterosekiszka]

Cold Shoulder II

PART I. PART III.

Jake Kiszka x Reader x Josh Kiszka

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: cheating (if that’s what you’d consider it.. they were never official 🙄), slight jealousy, 18+ ONLY, smut, explicit sexual content, oral (m! receiving), teensy bit of breath play, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up), squirting, and Josh being angelic as always

a/n: i’m back with the second installment of Cold Shoulder!! when i wrote the first part, i imagined it as at least a two part story, but i write, and just envision more… so we’ll see what the future holds. i couldn’t of done this without all of the amazing feedback on the first part and of course, kellyanne. thank you, thank you, thank you!! a lot of this was written while listening to literally Father John Misty’s entire discography. enjoy, my loves!!

You woke up the next morning with limbs tangled around you and Jake’s face buried in the crook of your neck. The softest sigh found its way out of your mouth, just quiet enough not to disturb him as he slept. Your hand found his hair, running your fingers through it gently. It was as if you two were the only people in the world, and you wished it could stay this way forever.. Until your mind brought you back to reality.

Sitting up, your eyes went wide as you scrambled from the bed, trying to stay as quiet as possible, avoiding waking Jake up. Of course that didn’t last without your presence, and he stirred before sleepy eyes found you. “Where are you going?” his voice was much raspier than usual as sleep consumed him. It caused a smile to form on your face as you pulled your sweatpants on your body, turning to him once they were on. “Your brother is probably freaking out, wondering where I am.” You almost didn’t catch Jake rolling his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows, “doubtful..” he muttered before shaking his head, “I’ll be out in a minute, sunny.” Leaning down over him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, soon disappearing out of the room.

It didn’t take long to find Josh propped up on a stool at the kitchen island, reading a book, presumably one about spirituality or some subject he would talk your ear off about. Sneaking up behind him, you snaked your arms around his torso, your chin resting on his shoulder, “whatchu reading?” you hummed softly, but furrowed your eyebrows when the only response you got was the title, with a cold tone to it. Feeling the frown form on your face you pulled away, walking over to the fridge to grab the bottle of orange juice, pouring it out into a glass. As you sipped at your drink, you stole glances at Josh. It was odd of him to ignore you the way he was. Usually that book would be down, and he would be engaging you in some random topic of the morning.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on it when Jake entered from down the hall, immediately going to the fridge for a water, and then to find his spot next to you. Josh didn’t seem too thrilled over the two of you, and within moments he was closing his book and disappearing down the hall to his room. His actions caused you to furrow your eyebrows and pick up Jake’s hand. Spinning in your seat, you turned your attention to Jake. “What is wrong with him?” Jake sighed, wishing you hadn’t brought it up, and rather just shrugged off his twin’s sour mood. Shaking his head before taking a drink from his water, Jake looked at you. “He probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.. It doesn’t matter, y/n.. Today is about you-“ He brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before continuing on. “and me.” You huffed out, pouting at Jake. “But it does matter! Even if he did wake up on the wrong side of the bed, he wouldn’t treat me like that.. He’s not like that, Jake.”

The both of you decided to leave it at that. You carried on with your day, spending a few more hours with Jake before he dropped you off at your apartment. “Text me, maybe we can get together soon?” you hummed at him as you leaned over the middle rest of the car, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I promise to text you, sunny. Tomorrow work?” You nodded in response before leaning in to leave him with a kiss before getting out of the car and heading up to your apartment.

Once you were settled down at home, you sat on your couch in front of the tv, eating take out and watching a movie. You couldn’t help but to think that Josh would love the film. A huff found its way out of your mouth as you remembered the encounter between the two of you this morning. Reluctantly, you picked up your phone, opening messages to text him.

You: Hey, wanna have a Josh and Sunny night? There’s this movie I’m watching that I just know you’d love.

Honestly, you weren’t expecting a reply back at this point. It kind of bummed you out the more you thought about what had happened, and how you were convinced Jake knew what was wrong but wouldn’t tell you. A notification from your phone broke you from your thoughts.

Josh: Sounds amazing. I’ll be there in 5.

And like clock work, your apartment was being buzzed about 5 minutes later. You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips as you thought about it. This man was late to everything, even his own sound checks when touring, but he could be at your house in two seconds if you asked him to. Only a minute or two passed before you were opening the door for him, a soft smile accompanying your face.

“I brought wine.. white, because I know how picky you are” Josh beamed at you as he set the bottle down on the counter before enveloping you in a hug. This was the Josh you knew, not the one that sat in his kitchen this morning. Josh had always taken care of you, put you before anyone else, even if you never felt like you deserved that treatment. “You know me so well..” You rolled your eyes before turning your attention to the bottle. “And a glass is calling my name.” As Josh began to settle on the couch, he perked up, raising a finger “make that two!!”

Making your way into the living room with two glasses, you handed one to Josh before plopping down, resting your legs over his lap. “Thank you for coming..” You spoke quietly, swirling the liquid in your glass, peeking at him through your lashes. “I was afraid I had made you upset this morning.” Maybe you were imagining, but you could’ve sworn he had stiffened up at the mention of it. You furrowed your eyebrows before setting your glass down. “Okay what’s up?” You sat up slightly to get a better view of him as he shook his head. “It’s nothing, sunny.. I promise” He rested his hand on your leg, rubbing it softly, reassuringly.

You didn’t buy it. you sat up, taking your legs off of him, turning to face him. “Come on, Josh. We’re not like that. I’m your closest friend, you can talk to me.”

“Sunny..” He sighed out.

“Please, Josh.. Please..” You leaned over to him, setting your hand on his cheek, willing him to look at you. He closed his eyes as if he couldn’t even make eye contact with you. He spoke barely above a whisper, leaning into your touch slightly. “It doesn’t matter.. It can’t matter.. Jake got to you before I could.”

What?

Your eyebrows furrowed before it all clicked in your mind. flashbacks from last night popped into your mind. Why Jake did what he did.. it all fell into place. Your eyes went wide with realization as you stared in Josh’s direction. “Oh my god..” You sat back away from him, which caused his eyes to dart open, watching your movements. “Oh my god, Josh. You- why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know.” Josh let out a huff of a laugh. “I thought it was obvious.. My life revolves around you, y/n.” You could see him hesitate before he stood up, downing his wine and setting it in the kitchen before returning.

“I love you, sunny. I have been in love with you for years. I was too scared to take the leap. It was always better to have you around, rather than lose you because of my feelings.” There it was. The confession. Something you never imagined you would hear, and you didn’t know what to do.

You had known the twins forever, and growing up, your crushes on them flip-flopped all of the time. One month you’d be drawing hearts around Jake’s name, and the next you were throwing googly eyes in Josh’s direction. Now you sat here, baffled at Josh’s confession, less than 24 hours after Jake’s. You were confused, and the greedy side of yourself basked in these confessions. You had the twins wrapped around your finger at this point, and you didn’t want to make a decision. You wanted both of them.

Looking up at Josh, you were silent. You knew he needed you to say something back, but you were too stunned to say a single word to him. Shaking your head, you pushed every thought out of your mind, deciding that this was a moment you needed to think with your heart and not your head. No matter what consequences came with that choice.

Rising to your feet, you made your way over to Josh, your hands coming up to his cheeks. All at once, your mouth was like a flood that you couldn’t contain. “I didn't know.. and now I don’t know what to do.. I care for Jake.. I care for him just as much as I care for you Josh. This may be selfish of me, but I want you. I want both of you.. and I’ll figure it out.. but Josh, I just need you to kiss me right now.”

And he did. He engaged you in one of the softest, most loving kisses you had ever felt in your life. You could’ve melted into a puddle at his feet. His lips were soft, plush.. and you never wanted to part with them. You reached up, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Molding into the kiss as he pulled you in closer to him, he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, which you gave him immediate access. You spent a few moments exploring each other's mouth, and the moan that left his mouth shot straight to your core, a surge of emotions coursing through you.

Soon enough the kisses turned needier, his hands reaching down to wrap around your thighs, lifting you into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your lips trailed down past his jaw, landing desperately on his neck. You kissed, licked, bit at his skin as he carried you towards your bedroom.

Once through the door he laid you down upon the bed, his hands roaming down your stomach to the hem of your shirt, lifting it as his lips collided with yours, quiet noises coming from the both of you. He only parted from you to take your shirt off, his eyes hooded as he looked down at you. His tongue peeked out to run across his lip as he unhooked your bra and discarding it. “Fuck..” He muttered out as he brought his hands down to toy with your breasts. His fingers flicked over your nipples, his lips coming down to your neck to start his journey down past your collarbone, wrapping around one nipple while his fingers attacked the other.

A chill surged through your body, causing a gasp from you to fill the room. Immediately your fingers tangled into his curls, pushing up into him. “J-Josh..” He hummed against your chest before beginning to make his way down, but you stopped him. “No.. I want to take care of you..” You sat up, switching places as he rested back against the headboard. You took a moment to take him in, how his cheeks were already flushed red and his eyes were hooded, the brown color now much darker, pupils lust blown. He looked heavenly like this, so you tucked it away in your mind for a later date. Reaching up to him, you pulled his shirt off of his body, your hands wandering down his torso, which was warm to the touch. You didn’t understand how someone could look and feel so heavenly. Josh was just completely captivating, in every aspect.

“You’re perfect..” You sighed out as your hand brushed against his clothed member, fingers unbuttoning and wrapping around his pants and boxers, pulling them down his legs and tossing them with the rest of the clothes. His hard cock springing free. Much like Jake, he was thick, and big. He may have lacked an inch or so from Jake, but where he lacked, he made up in girth. Where Jake’s rested against his stomach, Josh’s stood a little more freely.

Leaning down, you kissed along one of his thighs leading up to his length, his breath hitching as you inched closer. When you finally wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, Josh's head fell back, eyes never leaving you. “C’mon, mama.. it’s all for you.” Smirking to yourself, you leaned in, your tongue coming out to run from the base of his cock in a long stripe up to the tip. Precum leaked from him, cock throbbing in your hand as you gave him a few pumps, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock before your lips wrapped around it.

Pushing your head down slowly, you took his length into your mouth inch by inch. You relaxed your throat to take the entirety of him in your mouth until he hit the back of it. His hand came down almost in a panic, tangling his fingers into your hair as a groan left his mouth. “Jesus fuck, y/n..” His jaw fell slack when you began to bob your head, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth as you pushed your head down against him. “S’good.. you’re taking me so well, mama.. ah- ah!” he practically whined as he lifted you off of his cock, a string of saliva following you as you parted.

You didn’t have time to process before you were being pushed down against the bed, Josh hovering over you, his face inches from you. “Gonna fill you up now, mama.. Gonna treat you real nice.” Before you could even reply, Josh’s lips were planted on yours in a hungry kiss, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance, slowly stretching you out until he was flush against you, his cock resting in you to the hilt. You whined as he sat up, missing the contact of his lips on yours, and you nodded your head — telling him you were ready.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began to languidly thrust his hips, your mouth falling open. You were already in a state of complete shock and bliss as he rolled his hips against yours repeatedly. With each thrust he picked up speed, his eyes flicking from his work to your breasts. His hands came up, one landing on your breasts the other wrapping around your throat lightly. He was trying to gauge your reaction, make sure it was okay for him to do. When he saw the slight smile accompanied by an almost guttural moan, he knew. With a slight growl from himself, he snapped his hips, the tip of his cock finding that place deep within you over and over again.

As your back arched away from the bed, you practically cried out for him, wanting more. Needing more. “Look so pretty right now.. come on..” He brought one hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. “Cum on my cock, for me.” Josh had sent you spiraling, your hands gripping the pillow, then the sheets, up to his arms as your orgasm took over you. His name flooded from your mouth repeatedly. His voice sounded so far away as he spoke, “Oh my god, mama.. Did you just- Is that.. fuck.” He growled out, as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Once you came back to, Josh had the biggest of grins on his face as he looked down at you. “Can I make you do that again? Not finished with you yet..” You whined at the feeling of him throbbing in your oversensitive core, that you hadn’t registered that his lower abdomen had been soaked. You sat up slightly to question him when you saw and your eyes went wide. “Fuck Josh I’m so-“ He cut you off with a deep, rather hungry kiss as he thrusted his hips, his cock filling you to the brim. “Hush, mama. Loved it. Love you.” He sounded fucked out himself, so close to his finish, and you wanted to help him. You needed to help him.

“Lay down..” You tapped his arm gently, both of you whining at the loss of contact as he pulled out to lay back against the bed. Crawling on top of him, you leaned over him, chests pressed together as you kissed him deeply. He welcomed the kiss, hips bucking up to find some sort of friction, which caused a gasp from you as the tip caught your clit. “Fuck, Josh.” As you pulled away, you kept your eyes locked to him, taking his cock into your hand. You lined him up against your entrance before pushing yourself down onto him. Both your jaws fell slack as he filled you once more. You didn’t need much adjusting this time, your hips rocking only seconds later. At first you were slow, but as you found your footing, you picked up pace, bouncing and rocking your hips against him.

You watched him this time around, finally getting the chance. You got to see how beautiful he looked as he fell apart under you. How he would whine, and his face would twist in pleasure as you hit a certain spot against him. He was absolutely gorgeous like this, his skin glistening with sweat, cheeks red, and curls stuck to his forehead. His lips were red as well, kiss swollen, and wet with a mixture of your saliva. They were rather abused from him biting on his lip, either from staring at you or suppressing his own moans.

His hands were coming up to your hips at a particular bounce, his nails digging into your skin. He pushed you fully down onto his cock before lifting you back off again. You weren’t expecting him to thrust his hips up, slamming back into you, causing a rather pornographic moan to fall from your lips, and that did it for him. “You’re a gem..” he muttered out, bouncing you against him as he thrusted up off of the bed and into you, repeatedly. The more he fucked into you, the more he moaned out, his brows furrowing in pleasure, only doing as much as he could. You stopped him at a certain point, taking over at the same pace. “S’good.. do-don’t stop please.” he practically begged out, becoming more and more vocal as he grew closer and closer.

“Gonna cum.. fu.. fuck, mama!” He threw his head back, hands once more clinging to your hips as he pushed you down against his cock. That was enough to send you into your second orgasm, his warm cum filling you as you cried out. You fell down against his chest, your cheek resting there, hands coming up to lightly play with his hair. You both laid there, catching your breath, his arms wrapped protectively around you, fingers grazing your spine, which caused you to shiver.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and I'll run us a bath, hm?” Josh laid you back against the bed, a whimper falling from your mouth as he pulled out of you. He disappeared out of the room, the sound of running water faintly heard from the bathroom in the next room. Seconds later, he was back with a washcloth and a small smile adorning his face. “Thank you..” You spoke quietly as he helped you off the bed, but your knees were too wobbly. Almost falling, Josh let out a small laugh, picking you up into his arms. “I should be thanking you, sunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple before setting you in the tub once in the bathroom. Following suit, he got in behind you, his arms wrapping around you to gently pull you back against his chest.

You sighed out as you leaned back into Josh, reality started to creep back in, way too soon. ���You know, I’m going to have to tell Jake..” Josh set his chin on your shoulder, his eyes closing as he drew patterns into the soft skin of your stomach. “I know, mama. We can do it together if you’d like.” You simply nodded your head, resting it back against him.

You must’ve started to drift off in the tub, because the last thing you could remember was Josh laying you in bed, and you begging him to stay with you.

The next morning you woke up, senses flooded with Josh, soft snores coming from him. You rubbed your eyes to focus them, looking over at him as he slept. A smile crept up onto your face as you took him in. The morning light from the window rested perfect against his face, making him look more angelic than he already did to begin with.

This was something that you wanted to capture forever, knowing your mind wouldn’t be able to do it justice. So you reached over to grab your phone off of the night stand, and turned it on.

4 text messages and a missed call from Jake.

#gvf #greta van fleet #kiszka twins #josh kiszka #gvf fanfiction #josh kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfic #josh and jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut

[dualitysdownfall]

fic sketch: solkat reunite

hi i saw this post and it made me contract a solkat disease but i'm incapable of not letting things turn out happy so i spit out this scrap of comfort food and its not quite long enough for me to feel justified in putting it on ao3 it's just like one scene so here

Both of you stand side by side, leaning against the the countertop, both too tense to dare sit down. It's painfully quiet; the only sound in the spacious room is the two of you breathing.

"S-so," you start. Weak. "You've. Built a nice life here, huh. With. Dave."

"Yeah," Karkat says. "It's nice." He pauses, and even after all this time you know his mannerisms like the back of your own hand - when he pauses for just a fraction of a second you can hear that he's scrambling to find anything to say. All he comes up with is, "He's really great."

"I'm sure," you mumble.

The silence settles once more. It claws at your sponge clots in a way that only silence can, a way that you're not entirely used to. Long ago you would have given anything for a shred of silence. But THIS silence… it's unbearable.

You heave a sigh. "I can't do this, man."

"What do you mean? You're not leaving already, are you?" The disappointment in his voice could shatter you.

"No, no," you blurt immediately, and you feel him relax a little, "I just can't stand this tension, it was never this awkward. We've never had NOTHING to say to each other, we could talk for hours and never fall silent for HALF as long as we just did! We're both some of the most obnoxious motherfuckers I know, you could write me a novella about the intricacies of ashen vacillation or whatever without breaking a sweat, hell, we'd spend all night ranting about personal shit we'd never breathe a word of to anyone else! We used to share everything! And I just…"

…You just wish you hadn't lost that.

You have no way of knowing for sure, but you sure hope your colored glasses lenses conceal the fact that you're starting to tear up. That's about the only purpose those glasses can serve you these days.

Karkat sniffles.

"I…" Your voice falters. You clear your throat and start over. "I miss you, KK."

Karkat lets out a shuddery breath. He's already crying, of course he is. "I miss you too, Sollux," he sobs. "After you left, I was inconsolable, everything reminded me of you, I couldn't imagine going on without you!"

"But then you did!" you blurt, and as you say it you know he didn't have a choice in the matter. That was all you, wasn't it?

"I didn't want to, idiot! But YOU were the one who left, and it took me a really long time to make my peace with that!"

At that, you just break. Glasses or not, there's no hiding it now. You cover your face with your hands and just sob. "I know, I know, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I should never have left, I'm the worst, I hate that I didn't stay, I wish I could have done both because I couldn't just leave AA like that, but I hate that I just fucking ditched you like that, I'm the worst friend in the universe and you were right to move on…" You curl in on yourself, collapsing down to sit on the floor. You bury your face in your arms and cry. Through your own whimpering and sniffling, you hear Karkat kneel down beside you.

"You're not the worst," he states plainly, though you can hear that his voice is still tight from tearing up. "I missed you so much, Sollux. I'm so glad to see you again."

"I'm sorry I left," you mumble. "I never should've left, I never should have put you through that."

"It's okay," Karkat breathes. He shifts a bit, then stops. "Is it okay if I hug y--oough!" You fling your arms around him before he can finish asking. You squeeze, with all the longing and love and, let's face it, pity that you held inside you for so many sweeps with nowhere to put it. It doesn't even begin to account for how much you missed him, how much he matters to you. But it's a start.

"I never blamed you for leaving," Karkat mumbles into your shoulder as he clasps his hands together behind your back. "I was never mad at you for it, I never hated you for it. I just missed you."

"I know, I'm sorry…" you mumble helplessly. Gog damn you did not think you would break down like this so fast.

"It's okay, it's okay," he repeats softly. "I'm just really glad to see you again."

"Me too… I missed you so much, KK."

Awkward though it is to be embracing in the position you are on the floor, neither of you let go for a long, long time.

#homestuck #solkat #sollux captor #karkat vantas #my writing #harper babbles #if i had the patience i would flesh this out #have d4ve come home while sol and kk are catching up or something #but god. i just do not have patience #fic sketch

[joanquill]

I love your writing, wish you happiness and good health <333 can you write about female readers who love to eat sweets like cakes or chocolates etc, with Mycroft, Albert & Sebastian separately. you can write what suits you, so take your time <3

Sweet Tooth S/O

Albert James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes, and Sebastian Moran

A/N: I wish you happiness and good health, too! I wasn't sure if you wanted full one-shots or just scenarios, so I went with just short ones ^^".

Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Established Relationship Warning/s: Suggestive, Profanity (Sebastian's part)

Albert James Moriarty

Ever since he found your love of sweets, he'd buy you new treats each time he came home.

Chocolates, cakes, cream puffs, eclairs... anything that reminds him of you, from the coziest bakeries to the highest-end pastry shops.

No matter where he is, he always finds time to buy you something, whether it's your favorite sweet or something new that he thinks you'll like.

Louis warns him that it might not be healthy for you, but he can't really say no to you. Especially the bright smile every time you see his souvenir.

He even jokes that you're more excited to see his gifts than him.

"I'm back," Albert hollered, tiredly taking off his coat.

"Albert!" you greeted, followed with rapid footsteps, making the man smile as he instinctively opened his arms.

You jumped into his arms as you hugged him tightly, sighing contently. "Welcome home," Albert chuckled as he hugged you back, breathing you in as he felt his fatigue fading away.

"I brought those cupcakes you wanted to try the other day," Albert smiled, reaching for his bag.

Your eyes shone in excitement, but you quickly shook your head.

"W-We can eat those later!" you reassured, making Albert raise a brow.

"I have something to show you first,"

"It's not much... but I wanted to surprise you!" you explained, pulling him to the kitchen.

There on the counter laid a box of chocolate and truffles and a bottle of Albert's favorite wine.

"It's my first time trying to make sweets, but I hope you'll like it,"

Albert kept quiet. His eyes were wide as he looked back at you, seeing your nervous expression.

"Do you... is it not-"

"-I love it," Albert breathed out, smiling as he hugged you.

"Thank you, my dear," he smiled, kissing your cheek multiple times.

You giggled as his hair tickled your face.

"I should make you more sweets if you're like this,"

Mycroft Holmes

Like Albert, he tries to buy you some sweets whenever he visits you.

During dates, he always gets you whatever dessert you want to try.

I headcanon he also likes sweets, so he always enjoys the time you spend eating cake and tea together.

He has more self-control, though. He doesn't spoil you and ensures you eat healthily and do not get any illnesses from too much sugar.

He even suggested baking or making sweets together.

"Excuse me, Mr. Holmes?"

"Yes...?" Mycroft absentmindedly replied, his eyes glazing over the paperwork he's been signing for hours.

"You have a visitor," his head perked up as he saw you walking in, shyly waving at him.

He quickly straightened up when he saw you and fixed his table.

"Let her in," he cleared his throat, letting you walk inside his office as his secretary left.

"Sorry, I thought it was time for your lunch break," you apologized, sitting on the chair in front of his desk.

"No, it is..." Mycroft confirmed, looking at his pocketwatch, "...I was just finishing some papers," he sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Anyway, let's get going," he forced a smile, grabbing his coat.

"Mickey," you called out, grabbing his hand.

"The bakery should be-"

"Mycroft," you called out, making him stop. You sighed sigh as you put a hand on his cheek, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"We can always go to the bakery some other time," you rubbed his cheek, "You don't have to push yourself," you reminded, worry and concern filling your eyes and voice.

Mycroft sighed as he leaned in your touch, holding your hand.

"Right... I know," he replied, making you smile.

"Besides," you lifted the packed lunch you brought, "I made us some lunch just in case the bakery was packed," you smiled as you led him back to his desk.

"I also made some sponge cake. Maybe that'll cheer you up?" you added, making Mycroft smile.

"No need for that," he reassured, kissing the top of your head.

Sebastian Moran

When he sees a treat you mentioned before or was eyeing by the display, he'll buy it for you as a surprise. Especially when he was gone for a mission.

He has your favorites from each bakery memorized. Sweets aren't his favorite, but he loves watching you enjoy them.

He definitely buys chocolates for you when you're just having a bad day or when he wants to apologize.

Has definitely made little bets with the rewards being sweets.

He may or may not have suggested licking chocolate off your body.

You felt something tap on your head as you ate another piece of chocolate. Looking up, you see Sebastian with a box of chocolates.

"You're back!" you smiled, walking up to him and kissing his lips.

"For you," he smiled, giving you the box of chocolate,

"But I guess you already bought some for yourself," he commented, looking at the chocolates you were eating earlier.

"I can finish those later," you smiled, opening up the box, and smelled something off.

Furrowing your brows, you looked at the cover and saw it was whiskey chocolate.

You gave a deadpan expression at Sebastian as he kissed the side of your head.

"Just try one," Sebastian offered, taking one from the box and lifting it to your lips.

You breathed out as you opened your mouth, letting Sebastian feed you.

"What do you think?" Sebastian asked as you tasted the chocolate.

"Pretty good, right?"

"...Surprisingly good," you breathed out, pleasantly surprised.

Luckily, the whiskey wasn't too strong for you. But it still hit.

You repeatedly blinked as the taste of whiskey settled on your tongue, making you shake your head.

"Oh...! That aftertaste," you coughed, the whiskey hurting your throat.

Sebastian quickly popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth as he kissed you.

You tasted the chocolate on Sebastian's mouth, covering the taste of whiskey.

You quickly pulled away, hiding behind your arm as your face flushed, but Sebastian kept his hand on your back.

"You're such an idiot...!" you punched his chest, making him chuckle.

"You're right... I should've tried this earlier," he licked his lips, leaning down to kiss you again.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #albert moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #ynm mycroft #mycroft holmes #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #ynm sebastian #sebastian moran #headcanons #imagines

[m-jelly]

Hiii Jelly!

I'd like to request a letter from Erwin, set in Royal AU. Erwin is a knight of the king's guard and I'm a guest at the palace for a ball to celebrate the prince's engagement. We spend the evening talking and the next day, afraid that I might leave before he gets the chance to see me again, he writes me a letter confessing his feelings. <3

Thank youuuu!

3K Event

The Royal Knight

My darling,

I hope this letter finds you well. After our night of talking, I had to reach out to you and slip this letter under the room door you stayed in. It might be a surprise to you that I have written this to you. I am hoping that it isn’t a surprise and that you feel something inside of you that I felt last night.

I have been with the royal guard for so long and nothing has sent a spark through me or my life. However, when you entered the hall last night in your delicate dress, you looked like a vision. I have seen the sun rising on a new day after a battle has ended. I have seen grand waterfalls flowing into a large lake with the moon sparkling on the surface. I have seen light flurries of snow that blanketed the land in a soft white pillow. I have seen the first spring flowers pushing through the snow. I have seen a sky soaked in stars.

Everything I have stated and more paled in comparison to you. You were more beautiful than anything I have ever laid my eyes upon. You are so graceful and sweet. You had this magnetic pull about you and that’s why I approached you. I was drawn to you. I was scared you would send me away, but you happily welcomed me and asked for me to save you from boredom.

I entertained you as best as I could. My heart was racing the whole time and I was scared I may have misspoken, but you were so kind and sweet to me. You walked with me to a quiet spot where we talked and drank together. I very much enjoyed it when we snuck into the kitchen to eat a few of the royal foods only. Please do not tell anyone I broke the rules for you, but I admit I would do it again.

Dancing with you was a dream. I admit I am a little stiff and not as smooth as the Prince was with his fiancée, but you seemed ever so delighted by how I carried myself. I wanted to dance with you all night long, but we didn’t have all night. Walking you to your room was an honour and pleasure. Parting with you was hard and I must admit I did stay outside your room for a few hours to ensure your safety. I longed to be in there with you, but I remained strong and kept watch for you.

What I am trying to say is, I wish to see you again. I do not want our story to be a simple night together talking and dancing. I don’t want that to be my only memory of us. I want to add more to our story. I want to be your knight. I want to be with you. So, I wrote this letter and put it under your door to catch you before you leave. I hope you feel the same way as I do.

If you feel the same and wish to be with me, my darling, then I will be waiting for you by the palace gates. I will be on guard until one in the afternoon. I hope to see you and ignite this romance between us. If you do not turn up or reject me at the gates, I will understand but will struggle to let you go from my heart. No one will ever come close to you. I will never feel this way about anyone but you. I hope to see you.

Forever your knight,

Erwin Smith.

#erwin fluff #commander erwin #shingeki no kyoujin erwin #aot erwin #erwin smith #erwin x y/n #erwin x reader #erwin x you #erwin attack on titan #erwin aot #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith aot #erwin snk #jelly fanfics

[wanna-be-bold]

I haven't written Densi in forever but this episode inspired me to write something short. Spoilers(ish) for 14x18 and my wish for post-14x21

"Good morning Mrs. Deeks." Kensi smiled at hearing her husband's voice, snuggling into his side even more and smiling when she felt him squirm at her cold feet hitting his legs. 

"Good morning Mr. Deeks." She felt him kiss the top of her head and pushed herself up, letting her eyes roam over his naked chest. She was about to push herself off of him and get up when he grabbed her waist, pulling her back to him. 

"Wait a second. Where are you going?" 

"You know I need breakfast. Especially after working up such an appetite last night." 

"We did work up an appetite didn't we?" They smiled at each other, Kensi leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. 

"We did. Which is why mama needs breakfast." 

"How about I order us room service and we work up even more of an appetite while we wait?" She tilted her head, her hair falling over her shoulders giving Deeks a full view of her own naked chest. 

"Fine. But you owe me pancakes and hashbrowns." 

"Deal." 

With that he grabbed his phone and placed an order quickly before he pulled her back on top of him.

"This was a really great idea baby." Deeks looked up from his spot on the bed, watching as Kensi came out of the bathroom after drying her hair. 

"Oh yeah?" She crawled into bed, turning one leg under her as she sat next to him. 

"Oh yeah. I'm really glad we were able to come back here." 

"Me too. Can you believe it's been 8 years since I invited you to come up here with me?" 

"Mmm… Can you believe it's been 8 years since we went 'all in'?" 

"Sometimes it feels like yesterday."

"Sometimes?" Her smile was bright as she teased him but she should have known he would get all serious and sentimental on her. 

"Yeah. And then other times, when I think about everything we've been through together, it feels like a million years ago." She felt her eyes get watery then as she thought about everything that has happened in the last 8 years. The number of times they each almost died, especially Syria and Mexico. Their wedding. Their struggle to have kids. Their decision to adopt and then to adopt Rosa to finally become parents. 

Filled with emotion, the only words she could squeeze past the lump in her throat were a quiet "Thank you."

"For what?" Deeks smiled, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. 

"For always being there, even when I tried to push you away. For being by my side through everything. Just, just for being you Deeks." Her words made tears spring to his eyes and he pushed himself up more to look straight in her eyes. 

"I love you so much." 

"I love you too." 

There, in the same cabin on a mountain in Mammoth as they shared their first night together after going all in, Deeks pulled her into a kiss before quickly getting lost in each other. 

It was just over a month ago that they made the promise to each other that they would spend more time together with just the two of them and a week since they decided to hang up their badges for good. It was only a couple days after that that Deeks had surprised her with a trip to Mammoth, proving to her that he could be a romantic when he wanted to bed. And it was just over 12 hours ago that they got the news that their family would be expanding as a phone call confirmed that Pilar was officially able to be adopted, both of them not waiting for the person on the other line to finish talking before saying they wanted to adopt her. 

The thought of being by unemployed parents to two teenage girls should have terrified them but instead they were thrilled. 

Things may not have happened the way they thought but they wouldn't change it for the world. 

#densi #ncis la #4x18 #kensi blye #marty deeks

[stardusthuntress]

What Does Real Love Look Like? Part 2! 

Tech x female!reader

(Part 1)

Word Count: ~1.6K 

TW: getting smutty, not totally, but getting there, so minors begone! DNI! This part is not exactly smut, but it’s not for younglings all the same! 18+ only! 

Summary: upon waking up by your side, Tech follows through with his suggestion to wait to begin a relationship until the new day because he agreed that he wanted you to be happy when the relationship began 

Author’s Note: Follow up to the angsty part 1! Felt like this needed something softer to go with it, because I didn’t want the story to be left out in the rain that I felt while writing it. So here’s a much happier, sorta spicy part 2! This one is far less angsty, just comfort and happy lovers! Story below the cut! (Tech dividers by @/djarrex)

When morning came, it found you curling tighter into the wonderful warmth enveloping you. As you shifted and slowly transitioned into the world of wakefulness, you snuggled deeper, making little noises and little movements. Becoming more aware of the world around you, you found your head was nestled on Tech’s chest, and that warmth behind you, his hand rubbing your back. A small smile crept onto your face and Tech could feel it. As you slowly moved to look up at him, sleep still clinging to your movements and mind, his lips found your forehead and lingered for a moment. You hummed contentedly, eyes closed. His fingers gently combed themselves into your hair, as you lifted your head to look at the man sharing your bed with you. 

“Good morning, Mesh’la” his voice is quiet, as though he does not want to break the happiness in this moment. He’s propped up on the pillows and wall behind the bed, it would seem he has been awake for at least a little longer than you, but chose to stay in bed with you, and let you snuggle up to him. Little did you know, he spent the last hour gazing happily at the peaceful expression on your face, and admiring the curve of your cheek, your tossled hair, and the shape of your nose that he wanted nothing more than to pepper kisses all over. This feeling was new to him, but he wouldn’t give it up for the whole galaxy. He spends the time until you wake up admiring you and planning out the best way to fulfill your request from the night before - when you had told him you did not wish to start a relationship in tears. 

“Good morning, handsome” you return. Eyes not hiding how they are drawn to his lips. 

His free hand cups your cheek, and you nuzzle into it and kiss his palm. He huffs out a small breath, and you find his signature smirk gracing his lips when you look back. His index finger curls it’s way under your chin, and lifts in a way that allows you strength and pride to guide the shape of your shoulders. And when your posture has fortified the sparkle in your eyes, and you seem back to your usual self, he knows the time is right. 

“Mesh’la” his voice is still gentle and quiet and has that morning quality to it “I want to wake every morning like this, and spend every day by your side. You are quite brilliant and skilled, and I cherish every moment we get to spend together. Would you be willing to spend our days together? Would you do me the honor of dating me?” 

By the time he finished he realized he’d never seen you so happy as you were in that moment. You couldn’t hide the grin that lit up your face even if you tried, though you never again wanted to hide your joy from this man. You were so happy that he not only listened to you but heard what you had asked for, and followed through with the solutions you had settled on, because it also mattered to him. No more hollow words. No more empty requests. This man cared. This many knew the value of every moment with you and wanted to learn what you had been through not to hold it over your heard, but because he wanted to shield you from ever feeling like that again. This man was ready for a strong woman like you. 

“I would be honored, Love” you beamed. Your eyes once again drifting to his lips and back to his eyes, as you slowly leaned forward, giving him ample time to communicate whether or not he was willing to accept a kiss. His handsome smirk widened. His eyes burning with hopeful compassion and dedication to you, his partner. His hand in your hair shifted to support the base of your neck as he gently tugged you in, closing his eyes to accept your offer, sealing your lips with his. 

But it wasn’t just any kiss. He poured all his emotions for you into that kiss. All his hope and determination to live by your side and appreciate and grow together became the passion with which he indulged. You could feel the kiss breathing life into the tiredness of the morning, and you pressed it back into him. The kiss warming with passion and all the things you did not yet have the words for. 

A need for air finally separated you both, as you lay there together, panting in the glow of the morning. 

“Well then, my Darling,” he crooned, “is there anything in particular today has in store for us, or can we enjoy this a little longer?” For once, he was grateful that Hunter had ordered him not to do any work today when he messaged Tech to find out where he had been all night. 

A mischievous smirk graced your features and Tech wondered what else you had in reserve for him that could make his insides somersault like that did. The quick, sneaky peck you pressed to his lips certainly made the list. He decided today would be guided by his emotion center instead of his logic center… and promptly rolled you onto your back, and began leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear and down to your neck, where he suddenly felt the need to suck at the spot just below your earlobe. One of the pleasure centers he may or may not have done some research on while you slept so peacefully on his chest, none the wiser. 

Your breathy gasp sent a tingle through his body. One he never wanted to forget, so he continued to suck and lick and bite gently, on that spot, as you bared your neck to him. One knee, pressing it’s way between yours. 

His open mouthed kisses made their way down your neck, and adventured around the invitingly open shape of your top. You had also doffed your gear before falling asleep, opting instead for something lighter and more comfortable that fit the beautiful tropical weather outside your ship. His tongue teasingly licking its way beneath your shirt a few times before he slowly began to move back up your body. 

His eyes met yours as you murmured his name. Your breathing still a little ragged, and the look in your eyes so tantalizing. But he needed more of those pretty noises you made. 

So he slowly lowered his head beside yours and began nibbling on your ear. The way you began to squirm beneath him, winding your arms around his back, gripping tightly, moaning lightly in his ear only spurred him on more. 

“Oh, my Darling” he breathed between languid kisses “you have no idea what you do to me.” 

Just when he thought he couldn’t fit in any more emotions, you giggled. 

“I could say the same, my Love” you whispered into his ear that had found its way next to your lips during his ministrations. He shivered, and pressed his whole body into you, deciding that the only thing he knew for certain was that he needed your body closer to his, and yet he was also aware that there was no such thing as having you close enough. 

The way your body blossomed beneath his ministrations, squirming contentedly beneath his weight, and wrapping tightly around him like you desperately needed him to keep going made him curious “Is this what you have been missing, my Darling? Slow and sensual and passionate lovemaking? Someone willing to take their time to unravel you from the inside?” 

“Maybe,” you breathed, but where you had intended to be confident it came out almost as a whimper. You bit your lip. Every slow and deliberate touch of his felt exquisite, you couldn’t help but feel so loved and like he genuinely wanted, not only to take care of you and you of him, but to make this something that felt good for both of you, not just him. Like he genuinely cared about your pleasure as much as his own, if not more so, truly wanting to make you happy. 

“I am here now, Mesh’la. I am all yours. And I have no plans to do anything else today. Anything you want, we shall do. Please do not hold back, anything that is on your mind, no matter what it is, I want to know. I want you to feel confident that I support you as the strong woman you are. I never want you to feel ashamed about crying in front of me, if that is what you need to do to let things out then I will not shy from it, now or ever. But let us do our best to always focus on the good things, no matter how small they may seem, as much and as often as we can, yes?” 

“Yes, Love. That sounds wonderful. Thank you for being so open and communicative, you’ve no idea how much that means to me.” 

“Of course, my Darling, that is but the least anyone can do, and I have no intentions of doing only the least, I love you so much more than that.” 

“And I, you, Love. Now tell me, you’ve been so sweetly focused on me, but is there anything in particular you wanted to do today?” 

He beamed. He was also happy with the clear communication and the way this relationship allowed attention to both partners when each needed it. Though he would be genuinely content pouring all his energies into doting on you, for a few days more, at least. 

Please don't steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it!

#tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x reader comfort #tbb tech x you #tech tbb #zenith writes

[nerdnonymousreads]

Live Reading Blog & Favorite Quotes from I Kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuiston

Start Date: July 20, 2022

Finish Date: July 25, 2022

note: wasnt able to write notes for chap 1-2 'cause i just discovered how to better use moonreader+ lol

◆ Chapter 3

▪ “Monster on the outside, but on the inside, he cares about her career goals!” Chloe says. “Call me old-fashioned, but a man’s place is in the basement, preparing vocal exercises for his more talented wife.”

◆ Chapter 4

▪ Sometimes, when Chloe is stressed, she pictures herself in another life.

Not as somebody else. She imagines herself in a universe where she gets to be cool and super hot and everybody appreciates how capable and smart she is, like if she were a vampire hunter in Edwardian England. It’s a coping strategy, okay?

▪ Nobody at Willowgrove actually wants anything to change, not even her own friends, who are all wonderful and queer and absolutely dead set on not coming out until after graduation.

▪ Chloe snatched the paper out from under Shara’s hands and told her to figure it out herself, and that was the end of that. (gurl, even i know she did that just so she can spend time with you lol)

◆ Chapter 5

▪ Shara’s cheeks going pinker and pinker with quiet anger the more Chloe recited without glancing at the page. (babes, its not quiet anger)

▪ As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,

Had been incorporate. So we grew together,

Like to a double cherry—seeming parted

But yet an union in partition—

Two lovely berries molded on one stem;

▪ Then, so quietly she’s not sure she’s meant to hear it, he adds, “I’m Rihanna.” (fcking cute)

◆ Chapter 7

▪ In the car, Chloe puts Bleachers on low and Smith leans against the passenger window. (love this entire interaction)

▪ Annotation by Chloe: (IS THIS ABOUT CHLOE???)

◆ Chapter 8

▪ Anyway, there’s something I—” (OH GEORGIA 😭)

◆ Chapter 10

▪ Humor me. (this cute rory and chloe moment)

◆ Chapter 11

▪ “Think of Me” was her big solo in Phantom; (i am forever grateful for this book for validating my phantom of the opera-loving ass hahaha)

▪ Jealousy is a funny thing. We spend so much of high school consumed by it, hating that another person has something we don’ t, wishing we could taste what it’ s like to be them. To take that feeling out of your hands for a second and pass it to someone else is a relief.

▪ what’s the point of wanting and being wanted in return if the person they want isn’t truly you? (oh wow, this line HITS)

◆ Chapter 12

▪ Rory looks up in time to watch Smith’s smile break out across his face. (look, i need rory and smith to kiss. like what if shara planned this all along, huh?)

▪ If Shara leaves town on the highway traveling west at sixty miles per hour, and Chloe spends the next three weeks chasing after her, at what speed will Shara be traveling when they collide? (oh wow, i love this line)

▪ I’ve been (CHLOE DARLING, STOP INTERRUPTING GEORGIA)

▪ I think that’s where this started to go wrong for me . There are things that don’ t make sense about me. I don’ t know if I belong here . How can that be possible, to feel estranged from a place where everyone loves you? To owe your life to a place and still want to run? I’ ve been trying and trying to figure out what it is about me that makes me feel this way and why it feels so deep and so big that it must be most of me, the skin stretching between my knuckles and across my shoulders and then the bones under them too.

▪ Knowing that I couldn’ t have you if I wanted to—that stings almost the same . It’s almost the same feeling. They’re right beside each other. What do they have in common?

▪ What if Shara is an evil shitbird who’s in love with her? (NO SHIT)

▪ Shara typed in white text. Invisible ink. (I KNEW IT!!! i mean, i do that all the time in school for the increased word count lol)

▪ A second passes, and another, and then Shara’s cursor disappears. (shara is WHIPPED for chloe)

◆ Chapter 13

▪ Shara is in love with her.

How embarrassing for Shara. (its either we're grasping for straws here OR poor gurl, she doesnt even know she's in love w shara too hahaha)

▪ Even if Chloe doesn’t want Shara back, (sure, jan 🙄)

▪ “Yeah, I think he’s looking forward to it. He bought a new shirt.” (yeah, i need ace, smith, and rory to kiss)

▪ Well, what did you think of the letter? (WHIPPED, I SAY)

▪ “I know,” he says. He touches his hair, then the side of his face. “But it looks fun.” (CUTE!)

▪ “I’m really sorry if this is a stupid question,” Smith says to Ash, “and you don’t have to answer it, but … the thing you said about gender. Can you explain the whole nonbinary thing to me?” (I WILL PROTECT THIS JOCK FOREVER)

▪ “You know … if being a guy feels like something you have to do, like it’s an obligation or something…” Ash says carefully. “Maybe think about that.” (1. MUCH TO THINK ABOUT 2. LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS INTERACTION)

▪ “That’s nice,” Chloe says, checking her phone.

“I’ve kissed like, all my homies.”

Chloe glances up. “Even Smith?”

“Especially Smith.” (AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAGAGAHHAHA)

◆ Chapter 14

▪ “Do you wanna go get some snacks?” Rory asks.

“Damn,” Smith says, “yeah, I do.” (priorities, babes)

▪ “Aaaand now he’s gonna befriend a frog,” Rory says, smiling like he can’t believe it. (WHIPPED? 🤔)

▪ when I looked at her and Smith together, I was so jealous, and she seemed like the right place to put it. (OH???)

▪ “She’s not a place,” Chloe points out. “Or an idea. She’s a person.”

“Yeah,” Rory says. “But an idea can’t want you back. And I’m starting to think that was kind of the whole point.” (OH WOW)

▪ feeling an anxious, shivery type of envy and cramming it into a shape that doesn’t mean something’s wrong with him.

▪ “It would be okay. If you didn’t like Shara. If you didn’t like girls at all.” (YEAH, DUDE)

▪ none of them have ever had the luxury of running away from what they are. (OH HOW I FCKING RELATE)

▪ “There’s no beginning or end to your heart. That means you can be anything.”

▪ I still feel endless sometimes. Like I might have what she saw in me, but in different ways. I feel like there are different sides of me, like I could be anyone and touch anyone and love like that kind of Holy Ghost love—everywhere and everyone. Most of my friends act like they know exactly who and what they are, like there’s only one answer, but to me, that feels like putting a beginning and end on something that’s not supposed to have either.

◆ Chapter 15

▪ “But I do hurt people,” Chloe insists.

“Do you do it on purpose?”

“No.”

“Okay, then, you’re human.”

▪ “What she means is that nice and kind are not the same thing. Plenty of people aren’t nice at all, but they’re kind. And that’s what matters.”

▪ “sometimes it feels like I’m gonna explode, like everything I’m feeling is the first time anyone’s felt it, ever, in the history of the universe, and then I get so angry when people don’t understand that I’m walking around feeling like this and still doing everything I’m supposed to do and making As and getting into NYU and putting up with all of the Willowgrove bullshit. I—I can’t even explain how I feel, and it feels wrong to say it without the right words, so I don’t say it at all, but then nobody knows, and I’m mad that nobody knows, even though I don’t even want them to know.”

▪ “That it’s hard. That I have to be like this, because it’s all so fucking hard.”

“I know,” her mama says. “It’s enough to get through it though.” (wow, this went for my fcking throat)

▪ Chloe got grass stains, but it was worth it to know that Shara isn’t who everyone thinks she is. (CHLOE, HONEY, ILY BUT NOT COOL AT ALL)

◆ Chapter 16

▪ “I think it’s fun. And kinda funny.” (okay, i do love shara)

▪ “What? No. What?” (OH MY GOD)

▪ “You mean valedictorian?” (WHAT?)

▪ “You did this to—to sabotage my chances at valedictorian?” (WHUUUUT?)

▪ When she kisses Chloe this time, Chloe’s ready. (EVERYONE CHEERED)

▪ And with one solid shove, she pushes Shara—prom dress and all—over the railing and into Lake Martin. (DESERVED)

▪ The loudest Christians I’ve ever met were the worst ones. I don’t believe doing something in front of everybody makes it more meaningful, anyway. If anything, it makes it stop belonging to you.

◆ Chapter 17

▪ But at the same time, if you’re not what Willowgrove wants you to be, and if your family believes certain stuff, it can make you kind of crazy. You know what I mean?” (IM TEARING UP)

▪ “See you on Monday.” (HOLY SHT)

◆ Chapter 18

▪ Shara huffs and leaves again. (GAYGAYGAY)

▪ I’m good, actually,” Shara says, (damn it, thought we were gonna recreate that meme)

▪ Warm that space cannon up, baby. (IM SCARED)

◆ Chapter 19

▪ Chloe will let Shara kiss her, and together they’ll dip into a quiet corner of the stacks (CHLOOOOEEEEEE)

▪ “Oh, this is awkward, but I’m not really into you like that.” (sure, jan 🙄)

▪ “I have to go,” she says. “Rory’s giving me a ride home, and he— I’m supposed to meet him—” (GAY PANIC)

▪ “Do you think love is just someone arranging their entire life around whatever you want?” she continues, ignoring Shara, whose face is as pink as her hair. “Do you have any idea what you even mean when you say you want me? No, you fucking don’t, because if you did, if it actually meant something to you, if it wasn’t about how much you get off on someone being obsessed with you, if you were actually willing to confront anything about yourself or sacrifice anything that actually matters to you, you wouldn’t be sticking notes on my window when I’m not looking! You would have kissed me when you had your chance in the library today!”

◆ Chapter 20

▪ Chloe shrugs and holds out a hand. “Taco Bell?”

Georgia nods again, letting Chloe pull her up. “Taco Bell.” (THE GIRLS ARENTS FIGHTING ANYMORE!)

▪ “And like,” Smith goes on, “if that kid had seen Summer, she’d be banned from graduation too. And Summer’s never broken a rule in her life, and I know that because I haven’t either, because we can’t, because me and her have to be perfect to stay on everyone’s good side, so there’s no room for anything. There’s no room to be anything except this one specific version of yourself that Willowgrove likes, and—and it’s so blatantly fucked up. All of it.

▪ It’s fucked up. It’s fucked up how they make us feel about ourselves, and we put up with it because we don’t think there’s anything we can do about it. We put up with it for so long that we don’t even know who we are, only what they want us to be. And I don’t want to put up with it anymore.” (HELL, TO THE MOTHERFUCKING, YEAH)

▪ The way Willowgrove has always worked, from what Chloe has seen and heard, is that there are enough students comfortable with the way things are to create the feeling that you’re the only one who doesn’t belong. It can be hard, when all the rules claim to be good and moral and godly, to feel like you can challenge them without admitting something bad and wrong about yourself. And if you can get past that, it’s a free-fall into small-town gossip, and you never come out the other side with all your best intentions intact.

But that’s a world where Willowgrove royalty doesn’t call you on the phone to say you’re not the only one, after all.

▪ Shame is a way of life here. It’s stocked in the vending machines, stuck like gum under the desks, spoken in the morning devotionals. She knows now that there’s a bit of it in her. It was an easy choice not to go back in the closet when she got here, but if she’d grown up here, she might never have come out at all. She might be a completely different person. There’s so much to it here, so much that nobody tells anyone about.

So, if she’s the only one in the class of ’22 who’s really out for now, if her existence can provide cover for half her graduating class to stand up for something without saying things about themselves they can’t yet say, that’s enough. That’s plenty.

▪ “Or maybe I should go get the Monster Fucker Collection from behind the desk? It kind of sounds like she’s the megabitch of your dreams.” (OOHHH POINTS FOR GEORGIA)

▪ “I never stopped thinking about you.” (HOLY FCK)

▪ If Smith starts reading love poems to Rory, she’ll never be able to look either of them in the eye again. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHQHQHA)

▪ “Depends if you don’t mind that they’re all about you.” (IM DEAD IM FCKING DEAD)

◆ Chapter 21

▪ Shara doesn’t throw things away because they mean nothing to her. She throws things away because they mean too much.

▪ it’s the danger of being yourself at Willowgrove, in False Beach. Everything she likes about herself is a liability here. You hide the things that matter most before anyone can use them against you.

◆ Chapter 22

▪ “Because I was trying to work up the nerve to do it right, but you kept acting like it was still a game.” (points to shara)

▪ Do you get it? I wanted you to see me.” (I CHEERED)

▪ I realized that I didn’t just want you to see me. I wanted someone who sees me, and I wanted it to be you, because I think I always knew you were the only one it could be.”

◆ Chapter 23

▪ “How’d you say it?” she says. “You were the only one it could be.” (IM DEAD IN THE DITCH)

▪ It’s not the whole world. Just because everyone here knows who you are, and everyone talks about everyone else’s business, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to be the person you know you are. There are things out there for you that you haven’t even thought of yet, that you don’t even know how to think of yet. Who you are here doesn’t have to be the same as who you are out there. And if the person you feel like you have to be in this town doesn’t feel right to you, you’re allowed to leave. You’re allowed to exist. Even if it means existing somewhere else.

▪ Teacher self-evaluation written by Jack Truman, choir instructor, scrapped and accidentally mixed in with a packet of sheet music eventually burned by Benjy (this whole evaluation tho 🥺)

◆ Chapter 24

▪ She turns to her left, to Shara, who’s looking at her like she did on the bow of that sailboat, like the logic of the world all comes down to Chloe being there and she’d be disappointed to see anyone else.

▪ I learned that a lot of us—a lot more than I thought—are doing whatever it takes to survive in a place that doesn’t feel like it wants us. I learned that survival is heavy on so many of us. And on a personal level, I realized I’d gotten so used to that weight, I stopped noticing how much of myself I’d dedicated to carrying it.

▪ “The moment we told someone who we are and they accepted us without question.” (im starting to cry now)

▪ “Most of the things we’re feeling right now are things we’re feeling for the first time. We’re learning what it means to feel them. What we can mean to one another. Of course that matters. And this, here, right now—even if nothing changes, even if all we can do today is prove that we exist, and that we’re not alone—I think it matters a whole fucking lot.”

▪ “I have done some of the best work of my life because of you. And I know you have done some of the best work of your life because of me. I don’t know a better way to explain what love means to two people like us.” (😭😭😭)

◆ Chapter 25

▪ May they always come back to each other. (CRIES)

▪ I think you still mean it a little bit,” Shara says, squirming away as Chloe tries to pin her down. “That’s what makes this work.”

#2022 #july 2022 #i kissed shara wheeler #casey mcquiston