#along with a few others ya know what I mean 👀

[aheathen-conceivably]

Wait so if this is a modern au....what does this mean for my favorite lesbians? Where are you hiding them? I miss them so much (joking, not about the missing them part because I do, so much. If you had them available for download I'd make them apart of my decades challenge gameplay in a heartbeat. The whole family actually it would be fun to see them as townies) - LGL

Well well well leave it to LGL to sniff out my behind the scenes plans…

What I WILL tell you is that I’m kind of going by what I laid out for the modern Darlingtons in this post. The timing isn’t quite right (since everyone has grown since I first wrote that and the timeline/ages need to be shifted accordingly) but it still gives you an idea of what everyone may be doing and where they are in this universe.

Now unfortunately that means your favorite lesbians are not together in this au, and we won’t be seeing George. However, I think I have a pairing that may make it up to you, dearest LGL.

[dark-fics-4-you]

step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏

Number One Fan

I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…

(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Next chapter

Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀

The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.

You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.

He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.

The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.

He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.

Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.

“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”

You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.

You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.

“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”

Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.

“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.

“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.

~~~~~~

“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.

In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.

“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.

“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.

“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.

“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”

A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

But he was already halfway out the door.

~~~~~~

“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.

You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”

“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.

“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”

He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.

“Rafey?”

“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.

“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.

Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.

He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.

A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.

Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.

You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.

“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.

“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.

“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.

You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.

“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”

He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.

Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.

He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.

Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.

“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”

“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”

His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.

“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.

You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.

Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.

You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.

Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.

Chapter 2

[l3viat8an]

HI RO!!!! it’s been forever since I’ve been here oh my 😭 how are youuuu???

I’m just having. many a thot thought. abt poly MC getting praised and pampered and overstimmed just getting all the sweet, gentle (soft dom??? I guess??) vibes from the bros after doing really well during the semester/term at RAD.

maybe they tease or double down on praising bc they know it makes MC shy but also that they actually enjoy it 👀 maybe getting tied up is involved 👀

but overall they’re not mean, they just want MC to know they’re proud of them, so what better way to do that than going to the extremes to show them?

anyway that’s my little rant, I just thought it was cute and wanted to share 😋🫶🏻

have a good day, and happy holidayssss!!! make sure you take care of yourself <3

- ♈️ anon

Hiiii ♈️!!! I’m good! Tired from holiday prep but good lolol how have youu been??? + it’s late for me so ignore if this has any typos as usual jsjsj

Just imagine Asmo getting all excited when he sees how well you did! His sweetheart is soooo smart and that deserves some kisses right~ he he’s going to cover your face in quick little kisses, giggling the whole time! It doesn’t matter who else is around, you deserve the praise and the blush on your cheeks is so cute!

Then Satan walks over and basically pushes Asmo out of the way- completely ignoring Asmo’s pouting and saying that if anyone praises you it should be him. after all he’s the one that tutored you all semester and helped when you didn’t know something about Devildom law- his kiss is deep and would’ve been a lot longer if Mammon and Levi weren’t yelling whining about how they helped you too!!! This is all just Asmo and Satan looking for an excuse to act all lovely dovey!! they’re both jealous and would prefer to have you alone- whispering sweet praise in your ear and placing soft kisses all over your body <3

Belphie just laughs, obviously you’re enjoying the attention so what’s the big deal? Beel’s nodding along- tho he really wants a kiss too, he’ll wait his turn.

and while he’ll let them indulge you for a few minutes Lucifer is quick to end it all, saying that you did wonderful as expected because; they all helped you. He walks over and kisses the top of your head, whispering just loud enough that you can hear him “I’m proud of you, darling.” and chuckles when he pulls away and sees your face is bright red.

Nsfw bit below here <3

Oooor Lucifer joins in on praising you!! You really did so well and Asmo’s right, that deserves a reward~ but what should it be?

Mammon shouts something about how you should just spend the day with him! He’ll spoil ya as much as you want!

Levi cuts Mammon off, stumbling over his words but promising that he’ll do whatever you want….uhhh if you want to spend time with him….to celebrate- and Satan cuts right back in saying that he’s the one that’s going to spoil you! It’s only fair!

‘n so on- obviously they’re not gonna agree right away, but it’s cute to watch you get excited over the way they fight for your attention!

Eventually it’s Belphie that has the best (?) (depends on who you ask tbh) idea. They could just share you-

Asmo whines that it’s not fair!! He didn’t get to say that first but Belphie just rolls his eyes and continues; after all, you worked so hard to get good grades~ it’ll be his…..their reward to you, kissing, praising and touching you until you can’t think anymore.

Just let them worry about you, yea? You know it’ll feel good too….all they want to do is make you feel good, spoil you, fill you up with cocks and cum until the only thoughts left in your cute little head are about them and how good it feels to be spoiled-

and for once the others all agree- if it’s what you want ofc <3

[weepingwillowwonder]

#9 Hazbin Hotel "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

[Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

Valentino x Reader x Angel Dust

CW: Suggestive content

What happens when Val catches his favorite actor and his favorite pet together? 👀 [PART 1]

“Angel,” Valentino calls out, reaching up to knock on the door of Angel’s dressing room. Putting out a cigarette in one hand, he absentmindedly types away on his phone with another, responding to Vox about an upcoming impromptu meeting.

Valentino had been looking for you, wanting to bring you along as a distraction to the meeting he was forced to attend. Since you and Angel seemed to get along well from the beginning of your arrival to the Vee’s tower, he knew it was likely you were both together. If not, at least Angel should know where you were.

Met with silence, Valentino looks up, confused. That’s odd.. One of his assistants just now told him that Angel was in his dressing room. He goes to turn the door knob only to find it locked. Now irritated, he knocks harder on the door, “Angel, you’d better come open this door!” There’s a faint sound of shuffling from behind the door, then complete silence. He bangs on the door again.

“Angel Dust!” He calls out again before mumbling under his breath, “..lo juro por- Answer the fucking door!” Valentino growls. The door suddenly unlocks and cracks open to reveal you on the other side. Upon seeing you, the sudden anger he felt was quickly replaced by irritated confusion. “Amor…What were you doing in there? Why didn’t anyone answer?”

You look up at him, attempting to feign innocence, “What do you mean? I opened the door as soon as you called…” His eyes narrow in suspicion, trying to look past you into the room, “Don't play dumb with me, pendejo. Where’s Angel?” You turn around nervously, trying to prevent the door from opening more than it was, “He's umm..” you answer, stalling.

Valentino sneers, lifting his arm about to force his way into the room. Suddenly Angel comes up behind you, gently placing a hand on the small of your back.”Val, my favorite guy! What can I do for ya?” He asks, giving a tight smile, before running his fingers through his hair. Before Valentino snaps back an answer, he pauses, giving Angel a once over.

While subtle, Angel almost seemed to be out of breath, hair and clothes slightly disheveled. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as after a shoot in the studio, but Valentino knew his best actor like the back of his hand. His eyes flicker back to you, now noticing that you also seem to be breathing heavier, faced flushed as if you had been running.

His eyes linger on you, noticing the slight puffiness of your lips that only happened when he kissed you as he liked or when they were wrapped around something for a period of time. Gaze trailing lower, he finds a few patches of darker spots littered down your neck.

A knowing smirk grows on Valentino's face, teeth baring. He turns around, motioning a finger to follow him before walking away, “Both of you, let's have a chat in my office, yeah?”

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Part 2?? 👀👀👀

Part 2 😌

[daisyblog]

Congratulations

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN share their news with close friends.

Niall:

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Niall🤍

YN sent Niall the text and waited because she knew once he had read it, she was going to receive a call. 

And within a few minutes, YN’s phone began to ring with Niall’s name displayed. YN was quick to answer the FaceTime, eager to see his reaction.

“Hi Niall!”. YN and Harry answered together, a big grin on their face. 

“Are you two having me on?” Niall got straight to the point. 

“No…we’re having a baby!” YN explained.

“I can’t believe this…I think I’m gonna cry!” Niall had been there from the beginning of their relationship, so to see his two best friends happy and expecting a little one was emotional. “Congratulations guys…I’m so happy for you.”.

“Thanks Ni…well get ready for Uncle duties!”.

“I can’t wait!”. Niall couldn’t hide his excitement. “I’m gonna be their favourite uncle”.

“I think you’re going to have to fight for that spot with Louis!” Harry joked. 

“Tell him to give up now!” Niall teased. 

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Mitch and Sarah: 

Harry: PHOTO Hi Uncle Mitch and Auntie Sarah❤️

Harry could see that Mitch was typing a reply, so he and YN waited for the response.

Mitch:  Little one is having a nap or I would be shouting down the phone right now!! CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!! Welcome to parenthood, we can’t wait for you to join us!! 

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Jeff: 

Harry: PHOTO

Harry had sent his manager and friend a photo of the scan and purposely not saying anything more. So when Harry’s phone rang, he wasn’t shocked. 

“Harry!” Jeff didn’t allow Harry to answer. “What’s going on?”.

“I don’t know what you mean Jeffery.” Harry played dumb, a smirk covering his face. 

“You can’t just send me a baby scan and say nothing else.” 

Harry laughed but decided to put Jeff to ease. “YN’s pregnant!”.

“Fuck off!”. 

“I’m serious…she’s like fifteen weeks now.” Harry explained. 

“FIFTEEN WEEKS!” Jeff had a similar reaction to others when the couple announced how far along YN was. 

“We only found out this week.” Harry defended himself.

“Well all I can say is…Congratulations H, you really deserve this and I’m behind you and YN every step of the way!”. 

“Thanks Uncle Jeff.” Harry teased. 

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The Love Family:

Harry: PHOTO Our new addition to the love family🫶🏼❤️

Elin: Aww you guys🥹Congratulations Harry and YN🤍

Ariza: Congratulations to you both! So happy for you, amazing news!

Niji: Congratulations! You both deserve so much happiness❤️

Pauli: YESSS!! Saucy saucy😂A big congrats my man!

Yaffra: Wow! Congratulations!! 

Lloyd: 👀…THIS IS THE BEST NEWS! Congratulations Boss x 

Brad: WOOOOO! I KNEW IT! Congratulations H and YN x

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Zayn: 

Despite some distance being created when Zayn left the band, YN had always tried to stay in contact with him. They didn’t talk all the time but they would occasionally catch up over a few messages or now and again a FaceTime call, especially when Zayn had Khai.

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Zayn 👋🏼

Zayn: What a message to wake up to. I wasn’t expecting this news. A massive congratulations to you and H, you’re going to be amazing parents❤️

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Liam: 

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Liam 👋🏼

Liam: 😱😱😱

Liam: OH MY

Liam: I’m speechless 

Liam: A huge congratulations to you guys! You deserve so much happiness and I wish you all the love x 

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James Cordon:

Harry: PHOTO Hello Uncle James!!

James: Thank you very much for making me cry on a Monday morning!! WAW!! A big congratulations to you both!! H…welcome to fatherhood, it’s incredible. Big love x

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Lou Teasdale: 

YN: PHOTO Hi Auntie Lou👋🏼🩷

Lou T: OMFG!! You kept this quiet! Congrats my darlings🩷Love ya both xx

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Nick Grimshaw:

Harry: PHOTO Hi Grimmy x

Grimmy: This better not be a joke! Congrats both! Catch up soon? Orange juice for you YN x 

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

🎂 Happy Birthday Manager!🎂

Team Japan x GN! manager (they/them pronoun)

Warnings: angst to fluff, Team Japan are really super volleyball idiots in this one

A/N: it’s my birthday and this is my gift to all of you ���

I don’t think I have to say it

But honestly Yn, what a godsend you truly are 😍

The world is truly blessed to have you in it

Without you, well, we wouldn’t have a Team Japan

Why you ask?

It’s simple really, because they literally would have all killed each other 😃

Tell me I’m wrong because you know I’m not

The sheer chaos that encompasses Team Japan is astronomical

Whether it be Kageyama fighting with Hinata

Suna and Sakusa ganging up on Atsumu

Yaku and Komori iterally instigating it all

Be honest, we all know how much they LOVE the drama 😏

The whole team would fold without our sweet precious YN

Unfortunately, being the manager of such a chaotic team can mean your accomplishments go unappreciated

Let’s be real, the people that work behind the scenes often go unnoticed

It sucks tremendously and it’s often a thankless job

Sure the team appreciates you but sometimes it feels like you are often the pillar under the foundation

The invisible support of you will

Without you, our boys would literally collapse

And sometimes we need to remind them of that 🥰

That’s where I come in 🙃 because nobody does karma and reminding quite like ya girl

You see, like most people, you were really looking forward to your birthday!

It was just around the corner, a few days away in fact and boy were you excited

You hadn’t really planned anything specific because you see, you were kind of hoping for a day of appreciation from your team

Honestly, it’s not much to ask for!

These guys totally go all out for birthdays and we know it

But you just wanted to be appreciated and the best way you could think to do so was to celebrate with the team

As your birthday approached, not much happened

Honestly, you just kind of thought they were being secretive

Honestly, first red flag YN, no way Bokuto or Hinata could be quiet about anything

Oh my sweet YN 🥹 you poor angel

It wasn’t until the day before your birthday that your expectations began to lower

“Hey Sumu whatcha doing tomorrow night?” Suna asked

“Probably nothing, maybe going to Samu’s place. You guys wanna come?” Atsumu answered

The guys all agreed as you went about your chores as manager, all while listening in for clues

“Maybe we should invite YN to come along? I bet they would enjoy it!” Bokuto added as your heart jumped a little

“You really think YN wants to hang around with us after work?” Sakusa asked

“Nah you’re right, we should probably just leave them out of it,” Yaku interjected as you instantly deflated

Fortunately none of the guys had seen your mood shift as you quickly made your way back to your office and shut the door

“Maybe this is all part of their plan?” You thought as you tried to calm the tears

Surely they wouldn’t forget about your birthday, they couldn’t

Spoiler alert 👀 they did

The next morning you got up and ready for work, you were so excited as you seing by your favorite coffee shop for your birthday drink

“Happy Birthday YN!” The barista said as you thanked them and walked to work

You were so excited for today and nothing could interfere with that!

Unfortunately, immediately upon entering the gym, your dreams of a grand birthday were crushed

“YN seriously, you’re late!” Atsumu growled as you looked at him confused

“Like 2 minutes late Sumu give them a break,” Aran said rolling his eyes

“Well us dedicated players have been here for almost an hour already!” Sumu said as he turned around to serve

All the guys were lined up for serving drills, concentrating on their targets

Meanwhile, you just sat there, waiting for a mere “Happy Birthday” that never came

Deflated, you walked to your office, turning on the lights and seeing nothing

No balloons, no flowers, no stupidly printer computer sign that Hinata haphazardly taped together

Absolutely nothing 🥺

Your heart sank as you set your coffee down and pulled out your chair

“How could they all forget?” You mumbled to yourself, trying not to cry as you heard the guys outside

A knock sounded as you quickly jolted, wiping your eyes as you instructed the person to come in

“Hey Yn, good morning!” Iwaizumi said as you smiled softly

Even Iwa forgot your birthday Yn 🥺😩😭

“Can you help me with the stretch routines for the guys? You’re the only one who can get Bokuto, Hoshiumi and Hinata to actually cooperate,” Iwa said chuckling

“Uhh yeah sure I’ll get right on it,” you said grabbing the papers and turning around

“You ok Yn? You seem a little down?” He asked as you cleared your throat

“Yeah all good just tired, I’ll see you later Hajime,” you said as Iwa nodded and left your office

The day dragged on and on

As 3pm approached and you were gathering your stuff, a knock came as the coach entered

“Hey Yn, Happy Birthday!” Coach said as you smiled

“Hey thanks coach! I really appreciate it!” You said smiling as he handed you your gift

“It’s nothing huge but I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you as our manager YN!” He said as you smiled

“Thanks so much coach,” you said smiling as he left your office and you put the gift in your bag

It almost seemed pointless

Your birthday was almost over and not one of your teammates had said anything

You sighed deeply as you turned off your lights and headed home

“Kageyama will you wrap it up!” Iwaizumi shouted as the guys all stood on the side

“Just one more serve,” he said, tossing it up as the serve slammed into the other side

“Usually it’s Hinata and Bokuto we have to drag home,” Hakuba inserted as the team chuckled

“Hey Guys,” Kuroo said, walking in with a huge bouquet of flowers, balloons and a present

“Damn you got a date of something?” Suna joked as Kuroo looked at him questioningly

“Uhh no, I was wondering if Yn had left yet, I wanted to give them my gift before they went home,” Kuroo said

“Gift? For what?” Yaku questioned

Kuroo ��🏻 🤨 are they really that stupid?

Team Japan 👉🏻 🤡 🤡🤡🤡

“You guys can’t be serious? It’s YN’s Birthday!” Kuroo exclaimed

🎶 it’s the sound of SILENCE 🎶

Literally it registers in their head all at once

Like you can see the ping sound go off

They all look at each other, literally pale as ghosts

“Don’t tell me you guys forgot today was Yn’s birthday!” Kuroo growled as panic ensued

“OH MY GOD WE ARE THE WORST TEAM EVER,” Hinata screams as he collapses on the floor

“Team? Try worst FRIENDS EVER!” Aran shouts

“Fuck I can’t believe we forgot!” Atsumu said slamming his palm against his forhead

“Shit, I wonder if that’s why YN was so sad earlier, dammit! They looked like they were crying!”Iwaizumi spat

“YN WAS CRYING?!?” Bokuto shouted as the rest of the team stood in panic

“We really fucked up this time,” Sakusa said as Suna nodded

“Guys wait, it’s not too late to fix this!” Komori shouted, pulling out his phone

“Pretty sure it’s kind of late Komori, we missed almost all of her birthday,” Ushijima interjected as Komori ignored him and kept typing, putting the phone up to his ear

“Well we need to do some MAJOR damage control,” he says as his phone rings

That night, you went home and treated yourself to your favorite takeout and desert

You got several happy birthday messages and phone calls

But none of that seemed to matter anyone 😞

That fact that your boys, your team, forgot your birthday made all of it seem absolutely worthless

Sighing, you went to bed early, setting your alarm for another day at the gym

“How was your birthday Yn?” The barista asked you the following morning

“It was ok, nothing special,” you sighed and thanked them for your drink

You had to get yourself out of this mood!

You weren’t going to let the fact that the guys forgot about your birthday weight on you?

Right??

Right - ☹️

You calmed yourself, opening the door to the arena as you made your way to the gym

The lights were still off, strange given that normally Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto practically slept at the gym

“They probably had a late night at Osamu’s restaurant,” you say, not exactly thrilled to have to deal with tired men

You flipped the lights on, a sudden and loud “SURPRISE” ringing in your ears as you practically dropped your coffee all over the floor

Your eyes looked around, observing the elaborately decorated gym in your favorite colors, balloons and flowers everywhere

“What the hell, what is going on?” You ask, stunned as the guys all smile at you

“YN we are so sorry about forgetting your birthday yesterday,” Iwaizumi said, coming up and hugging you tightly

All is forgive Iwa, a hug is all you need ✋🏻

“We know nothing we can say will make up for us forgetting so we figured that actions speak louder than words, so we did this,” Aran added, hugging you again

YN, two hugs??? From Aran and Iwaizumi?? You better forgive them istg-

“You guys did all this? This must have taken hours!” You said, looking around and observing all the decorations and flower

“It actually took us all night,” Hoshiumi said rubbing the back of his neck

“Osamu is coming soon with the catering and cake! We called him and asked if he could help!” Hinata added

Kuroo approached, handing you a gift of balloons, flowers and an elaborately wrapped present

“I’d like the record to show Yn, that I did, in fact, not forget your birthday but I stayed to help these dumbbells fix their mistake,” Kuroo said as you smiled, tears forming in your eyes as he hugged you

Another hug Yn 😒 honestly just over here collecting hugs from these hot ass men

“YN we are really so sorry for forgetting your birthday! Please don’t be mad at us!” Bokuto say, practically crying as he approached you

“How can I be mad at you guys when you went to all this trouble for me! I’ll admit, I was already upset that you all forget yesterday was my birthday but this totally makes up for it!” You say, happy tears flowing down your cheeks

The visible sigh of relief washed across the men’s face as you began to hug them all one by one

The door opened and Osamu came in

“Hey YN, happy belated birthday! Sorry I would have wished you a happy birthday yesterday but my idiot of a twin forgot so here we are!” He said, smiling and carrying in a large cake

“Hey! It wasn’t just me that forgot!” Atsumu growled

“Yeah but I know somehow it was your fault because it always is,” Osamu sang as the team nodded in agreement

“It’s true,” Suna agreed

“You guys really treat your starting setter like crap ya know that!” Atsumu whined

“They treat me just fine Atsumu, it’s you they treat like crap,” Kageyama chimed in

“No way are you the starting setter Tobio! Not with the pure talent I possess!” Atsumu yelled

“Pure talent to annoy literally everyone,” Sakusa added

Komori sighed as he approached you

“Sorry about this YN. They promised they’d get along,” Komori said

You just smiled and laughed, “we can’t expect miracles Komori.”

“Well let’s get started, we are forgoing practice today to celebrate Yn,” Aran sang as the men all stared

You just rolled your eyes and smiled, “how about we play a practice game instead!”

“That’s our YN, always thinking of the team!” Atsumu said proudly

“-but I get to play the setter position,” you laughed maniacally 😈

“Works for me!” Suna said, grabbing something to eat as the rest of the team agreed

Kageyama and Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️ 💧👄💧👁️

Please, YN deserves this 💅

[moongirlcleo]

Jellal x Fem!Reader

summary: imagine needing a source of info on Jellal so ft member! Female reader manages to find him while on a job, of course this info costs a fee, and with no money there must be other ways to compensate that would leave the reader twitching and with the information she needs, ya know👀 CW: character is slightly OOC in this to fit the request, but who cares. Smut, a good time, alcohol consumption, slight dubcon thanks to booze. A/N: i wont even lie, this got lost because I lost the original ask due to trying to figure out who this request was about, but thank you for reminding me.

There weren't many things that surprised you in life anymore. Today was one of those few times. You were fairly sure that what you were about to do would go down as either the most disturbing moment of your life, or the most... satisfying. Especially because it wasn't something that happened to you, being caught without money and trying to glean information about someone.

Instead, you found yourself at Jellal's mercy. Well, perhaps not exactly. You still had some of your pride. And any woman who thinks she's got anything left has never met Jellal. Your only option for now, then, was to agree to his demands or pay up accordingly. After all, you already let it slip you were there for information about him. Erza had sent you on this mission, and you weren't expecting your target to be so... sexy. Or available. It could be a fun night.

"You want some wine?" He asked, before going over to pour himself a glass. The table was cluttered with various types, from sweet whites to more bold reds, sparkling ones and others. "It'll help calm you down."

That sounded like the perfect idea to you right now. Even though your situation wasn't ideal by any means, you needed some liquid courage. You always did when dealing with strange men, and he certainly qualified as that. You didn't know much about him, but he seemed a little out of place here in this deserted town. Did he own this bar? How much was he worth? What kind of stuff did he like to do? Those were questions that would probably have to wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, you just wanted to drink and get on with the interrogation. "Yes, please."

As he poured your glass, you sat down across from him, eyes fixed on his hands. You'd spent quite a bit of time practicing self-defense with different types of knives and swords, but none of them were able to pierce human skin. With your focus elsewhere, however, you barely felt him sit next to you. But when he finally reached over and offered you the glass, you soon found yourself in his lap.

Jellal's hands slid around your waist and onto your hips.

His fingers pressed against your sides and you could feel the tips run along your backside, causing your body to shiver. His smirk radiated across his face, hiding whatever secrets you came to extract from him.

"So you came to get information on me, yeah?" He purred into your ear. "And how much are you willing to pay me for it?"

In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, straddling you. A small part of you hoped you might be able to fight him off and escape, but the alcohol in your system had already done its work.

"I--" You tried to respond, but the blush along your cheeks gave you away. Jellal laughed.

"Alright, pretty bird, I'll give you what you want to know. For a fee, of course."

Jellal smirked again, letting his hand slide around your throat. You flinched, surprised at the roughness of his touch. Maybe it was the alcohol making you weak, but you felt your knees tremble as he whispered directly into your ear, using his free hand to unbutton your blouse.

When he pulled back, he pushed the straps of your bra aside and exposed your breasts. "Let's see how badly you want this info. Make me want to give it to you."

He tugged your shirt back down, giving him access to your skin. His finger traced circles around your breasts, and you arched your back, thrusting them closer towards him. As you lost control, you began to giggle and press against his body. Your mind couldn't grasp what was happening, but all you knew was that your brain seemed to shut down, leaving you helplessly turned on.

When Jellal lifted his finger away, you looked at him through hooded eyes. "What's the price?"

Jellal smirked. "Good girl. Not very difficult to convince. One kiss, and you're already at my mercy. Make me cum, and I'll give you the info."

His words ignited an even stronger desire within you. It was hard enough being able to look into his lustful gaze, but now he was practically commanding you to pleasure him. You whimpered softly and stood up, climbing back onto his lap. With a breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him roughly. His lips parted slightly and you slipped your tongue inside, slowly gliding over his teeth. This time, he let out a low groan and returned the favor, running his hands down your backside and into your underwear. Your stomach clenched.

There was nothing else you could think about but how good it felt to be with him. He picked you up easily, and carried you over to a large couch. You kicked your legs around as he set you down, almost crushing your breasts in the process. When you felt his hardness press against your thigh, you moaned loudly.

You smiled shyly, licking your lips. Before you knew it, you found yourself underneath him. You wiggled under his weight, eager to feel him deep inside of you. His pants remained unzipped, and you moved closer to push them down, but Jellal shook his head.

"Wait." He said, grabbing a nearby chair and setting it upright. "Sit."

Once seated, he reached out his hand and ran it up your inner thigh. Slowly, he slid a finger under your panties and pressed forward. As his other hand made its way to the top of your breast, he slid two fingers into your wet slit. You squirmed beneath him, moaning loudly as he stroked you.

Your thighs clamped together involuntarily, but he gripped them tightly, forcing them open. With his free hand, he began to massage your bundle of nerves. With each brush of his thumb, you cried out. Finally, he leaned forward, burying his face between your legs. His warm breath sent chills throughout your body. His hot mouth surrounded your clit, sucking it gently. You wrapped your arms around his head, grabbing handfuls of hair.

With each stroke, you couldn't hold back your cries. Jellal licked his lips, then pressed his tongue harder against you. You cried out again, unable to control your pleasure.

Your head fell back, your hands gripping his head as you rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every thrust pushed you further into climax, making you grab his shoulder tighter. As your breathing slowed, you glanced down to find his cock sticking straight out. Still erect, it pointed right at your face. With a sly grin, he grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his gaze.

You started to lean forward, intent on taking him in your mouth, but his lips stopped you.

The smile returned to his face. "Oh no, I'm fucking you right here." Hearing those words had your pussy clenching even harder than before.

"Come on," he murmured, running his fingers up and down your torso. "Back to the couch."

By the time you were seated once again, you couldn't contain yourself any longer. Panting heavily, he lowered his hips and let his thick member slide into your body. He sank slowly, grinding his hips against yours, and you took a sharp intake of breath. He leaned forward, kissing you deeply as he fucked you mercilessly.

Each thrust sent shockwaves throughout your body, making your clit throb. Sweat dripped from Jellal's brow as he stared down at you. Without warning, he suddenly increased the pace, pressing his hips down hard against yours. Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure surging through your body, making you whimper uncontrollably. Suddenly, Jellal pulled out and slammed into you once more. Then again, and again.

All too quickly, you were nearing another climax. As you looked up at him, you saw his face contorted in pleasure. His eyes glazed over as his dick pulsated, sending thick white ropes of seed shooting into you. With every pulse, you came as well, your orgasm spilling over you in sheets. You fell limp on the couch, breathing heavily. Jellal collapsed beside you, panting.

After several minutes, he finally regained his senses. Gently, he pulled his softening member out of you. You lay there in blissful exhaustion, exhausted by both the passion and the physical exertion. The room was filled with the faint smell of sex, and it took a while for your body to return to normal.

Jellal leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "You can ask me anything now, if you like."

At first, you thought he was kidding. The whole thing was such a blur, and you'd almost forgotten why you were there in the first place. It took everything in you to recall what you needed from him, and he patiently waited for you to ask him all you needed.

It wasn't until the following day did the whole thing hit you. Maybe you'd take missions like these more often.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hello, I love your scripts so much, I revel in them every day! 😍

How about a scenario where the reader placed a yandere!adventurer in the friend zone, keeps next to him and considers him a himbo? Will he find out about it, or will he blindly feed off his obsession with the few bits of attention he can get from the object of his adoration? 👀

THE READER ISN'T WRONG, JESSE IS DEFINETLY A HIMBO TO SOME DEGREE NGL.

Jesse is a very well-sought after man, some of his adventures involving flings with other women and men but nothing that really lasted since he was always all over the world. He believed his heart just wasn't able to be tied down to a romance because his true love was adventuring...you proved him wrong, however.

The painful thing about being in love with you is that you didn't seem to love him back the way he wanted. Yes, you'd take care of him when he was sick and would scold him and make him take a break when adventuring took too much out of him, but that's just because you were a good friend and a good person. When he puts his arm over your shoulder during movie nights, you'd just laugh and unwrap it around yourself and tell him you weren't his arm rest. During moments he thought were intimate and romantic, his eyes would go half lidded and he was ready to pucker up his lips and kiss you...AND THEN YOU'D BE ALL: "Oh, WAIT, YEAH, CAN YOU DECODE THESE FOR ME? There like some old language or something but I'm so lost. You're good at them, though!" One time he overheard you and Scarlette talking and she brought up how Jesse seems to flirt with you a lot and you just snorted and cackled, "Jesse's just a goofball, he's like that with everyone." and he just nearly threw his hat to the ground to stomp on if (nearly).

You HAD to be doing this on purpose, you HAD to know that he liked you, right? That's what Jesse thinks at first but then he looks into your eyes and they're so genuine and happy around him. So welcoming and warm that his usual grin drops a little because he's helpless when you look at him like that. It's also painful because he can't see any romantic love in your eyes, no longing that tells him you want him as badly as he wants you. You just saw him as your goofy flirtatious friend who did stupid life-threatening things sometimes.

Basically, he has a mixed response; he KNOWS that you see him as a friend but he's stumped on how to jump over that hoop because usually his good looks and charm are enough but it looks like you're making him work a lil bit harder, hun. So he supposes he doesn't mind being in the friendzone as much, even if it is painful hearing you call him "broski", "buddy", "bestie", or anything like that. It's nice to have all your attention and while he doesn't know how to make you change your view on him, he knows that he can change everyone else's view on the both of you.

He's still his normal affectionate self but he'll also do little things that'll make other people think you're a couple and scare off anyone who might have their eyes on you. He'll wander off randomly which can cause you both to be late to things so you hold his hand and pull him along with you, his pearly whites flashing because he just can't fight back how happy he is. Making you laugh so hard you have to lean on him for support, causing jealous single people to glare at the both of you and shake their heads in distaste. Making it a point to call you nicknames like: "Sweet pea", "Hun", "Darlin'", "Sweetheart", "Sugar", "Sweet peach" and you don't really pay it any mind.

However if you do ever get into a relationship, he is most definetly gonna be instigating stuff so that it barely ever lasts. Like, he'll hang out with your partner and just be all: "It must be hard when (Y/n) has to work all 'em hours, ya know?" and your s/o is all: "I mean...I never thought about it before but yeah, you're right, it kinda does suck." and whenever you get into an argument with your s/o and call Jesse to rant, he's all: "Me personally? I wouldn't let that slide." and he's internally smug, watching as you two become more and more passive aggressive with each other, telling you guys that you both look super tense. Couples therapy will not help, this man is a middle child who pitted his brothers against each other for the hell of it, and he's very good at making sure you two are focused on being angry at each other.

When you finally break up, your good friend Jesse will always brighten your day but even after all of that, you still smile at him and say: "Thanks for being with me, Jesse. I'm super lucky to have a best friend like you."

and there's a weird pain in his heart, one that makes him want to just grab you and kiss you and yell about how you keep him up at night. How he never stops thinking about you, how on nights when he's off somewhere else that he sleeps with your letters under his pillow, and how he has dreams where he's got you in his arms as you decorate his face with kisses and he whispers about how much he adores you.

Instead, he rubs your back and says: "M'always gonna be there for ya, hun!"

[robin374]

Okay one more I promise-

(Unless you don't mind me sending more requests-?👀)

Okay so what about-

RED Medic x Reader x BLU Medic? 👀

So the Reader is on RED team and RED Medic and them get along pretty quickly and end up falling for each other

A reasonable amount of time later (they still haven't confessed to Medic at this point), the Reader is in town for some reason (maybe shopping or something)

When they suddenly run into BLU Medic

The two of them start chatting as if they don't have to kill each other every mission and hey- would ya look at that! The two of them bond and also catch feelings and decide to start meeting up

I'd like to think that RED and BLU Medic are two different people with different names and slightly different personalities and just so happen to look alike

RED Medic x Reader x BLU Medic

Don´t worry, I love your ideas! I finally finished this one-shot for you.

Warnings: None.

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The silence at the RED team's base was unusual, very unusual. There was always someone yelling or arguing with someone else. Whenever I found Scout and Spy arguing about something stupid, all I could think of was that Sniper was the smartest of them all, staying away from the others in his camper. Right now, I was in the common room reading the book Medic had in his hands. My head resting on his shoulder and my arm around his, every now and then Medic would turn the pages and sigh as he saw that they were filled with paragraphs without any dialogue. "Liebe, can you do me a favor?" I lifted my head from his shoulder and met the gaze of his pale blue eyes, his gentle smile making my heart race slightly. "You still haven't told me what 'Liebe' means, Josef."

"The time will come. But are you going to do me the favor or not?" he asked, leaning toward me slightly. "Depends on what the favor is. I'm not going to steal Heavy's sandwich again," I noticed a shiver run down my back as I remembered Heavy chasing me around the base with a shotgun in his hands "You know it ended very badly." I finished, and smiled as I heard Josef chuckle. He shook his head as he told me he didn't want to experiment with Heavy's sandwich again. Ever since I met Medic I couldn't help but feel a fuzzy feeling in my stomach every time I was around him. I didn't know if it was nervousness or if I was sick, but I was afraid to tell Medic. I didn't want him to tell me I was a coward or something. "Can you go into town to get some metal blades? Engie asked me a few days ago and I can't do it, can you go for me?" I got up from the couch knowing I would say yes without hesitation a couple of times, I noticed his gaze on the back of my neck as I walked out of the room. I stopped in my tracks when I was in front of the door and turned to look at him.

"Only if you give me something in return." I said, his eyes lit up with a different spark, I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking at that moment. Before he could respond, I went to the garage and borrowed the van where it said Red Bread. After a few minutes, I arrived at the nearest town to the base and walked to the square. Now that I was there, I realized a rather serious problem; I had never been to that town and I didn't know where they sold metal blades. I thought about the possibility of asking some locals, but with the uniform I was wearing and my likely smell of blood and car oil, I wouldn't make a good first impression. 

"Y/N? Is that you?"

A voice called my name, it sounded familiar from hearing it shouting on the battlefield. I heard footsteps approaching me, then I noticed a hand gently resting on my shoulder. When I turned around I met the blue eyes of the BLU Medic. He smiled at me and slid his hand down to grasp mine, he lifted my hand and kissed it just like a gentleman would. "It's good to see you around; somewhere other than the battlefield." I laughed softly, occasionally I would talk to him outside of battles. Other times, when Josef was busy healing another of my team, Fritz would help me. "What are you doing over here, Fritz?" I asked, realizing he still hadn't let go of my hand. "Oh, I was going to get some meds for Demoman." He let out a chuckle, "Looks like he drank more than usual yesterday."

"Really? Josef doesn't usually do that for us." I replied remembering the time Medic threw Scout and I a human arm after asking him for some headache pills. "Although, he's a good man. And I know deep down he's fond of us." As I finished the sentence I noticed a glint of some unknown feeling in Fritz's vivid blue eyes as he mumbled something between his teeth. "Hey, are you feeling alright? You're a little red." He put his hands on my cheeks, his palms as smooth as silk, contrasting with Josef's rough ones. Suddenly, he moved closer to me and rested his lips on my forehead for a few seconds. "Hmm, you don't look like you have a fever." 

I shook my head insisting that I felt fine and that I wasn't sick. Fritz's hand didn't let go of mine at any point. We both talked some more and went our separate ways, he gave me a kiss on the cheek before disappearing down the streets of town. I went back to the car with the metal blades for Engie and handed them to him. I noticed Josef's gaze on me as I arrived, he smiled at me and left for his lab.

╰☆╮

"That Fritz is trying to steal my Y/N."

[leiawritesstories]

Cowboy AU idea: Aelin ends up raising money for a charity and she has an amazing idea how to make that happen - a calendar full of half-naked cowboys 🤭 how on earth will she get cowboy Rowan to agree 😏

how indeed 👀👀

word count: 1,759

warnings: language, so much innuendo, brief sexy times

enjoy!!

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"Mhmm, mhmm, yep, thank you!" Aelin nodded a couple more times and then plastered a smile onto her face. Customer service tricks, smile so the person on the other end of the phone doesn't know you want to slap them. "Of course! Thanks again!" And she hung up the phone, sighing heavily.

What the hell had she just agreed to do?

A charity organization to whom Aelin's restaurant chain had often donated was holding an event in Cheyenne in a couple of months, and they were asking all of their frequent donors to attend. Written into the subtext, of course, was a subtle request that said frequent donors would, of course, donate, and while Aelin was more than willing to give a piece of Flamin' Heart Diner's proceeds to the charity, she wanted to do more.

She wanted to hold a fundraiser and be able to give that money to the charity along with her donation, but...how?

Ideas, some more fully formed than others, flickered through her mind. She scribbled them down, knowing she needed a written note or she'd forget all of her ideas, and was still pondering what to do when a knock on her office door drew her back into the real world, back to her job.

~

That night at Rowan's ranch, Aelin paced around her cowboy boyfriend's living room, talking through her ideas aloud and bouncing her thoughts off of him. To her surprise, he had a few thoughts of his own to offer, which was how she ended up with the most brilliant idea she'd ever had.

"Absolutely the fuck not." Rowan seemed to disagree with her.

"What?" She wiggled her brows at him. "Don't you want to be the heat of Flamin' Heart's charity drive?"

"Not if'n my ass is plastered all over the damn calendars," he grumbled.

She blew him a little kiss. "Ro, honey, you misunderstand. We're going for more of a fireman calendar theme, but with cowboys."

He cocked a sun-bleached brow. "An' what'll that mean, love?"

"It means," she beamed, perching herself on the arm of his chair, "that you'll have to take your shirt off, but nothing more."

"You promise?" He still looked skeptical.

So she leaned in close and brushed a soft, teasing kiss just beneath his earlobe. "Promise."

He inhaled sharply, his heartbeat picking up speed beneath her hand splayed over his chest. "I dunno, Fireheart..."

"It'll just be me and a camera," she purred, trailing her fingers up over the hard planes of his chest atop the thin fabric of his worn old t-shirt. "You've never had any complaints about that before, cowboy."

"No I ain't," he agreed in a low, gravelly rumble, tugging her off the armrest and into his lap.

Aelin lowered her lashes and smirked up at him, walking her fingers down and down and down until she reached the waistband of his jeans. "Just you, me, my camera, and those delicious tattoos of yours," she hummed, flicking open the button of his pants. "Yes?"

"Well, I s--fuck, darlin'!" Rowan groaned, swiftly capturing her wrists and tugging her wicked, wicked hands away from his straining self.

She batted her lashes innocently. "A little distracted, cowboy?"

"A lot distracted," he smirked, deliberately rolling his hips up into hers to emphasize his point. Aelin's eyes fluttered closed, the soft, low moan she released one of the sexiest sounds he'd ever heard.

"And this is why you should be on the calendar," she murmured.

Despite himself, he cracked a grin. "All right. Yeah."

"Really?"

"Course, darlin'." He kissed the corner of her lips, smirking at her frustrated huff. "I'll say ya convinced me."

~

"Stop fussing!" Aelin ordered, frowning at Rowan from behind her camera as she adjusted the lens and the focus. "I promised you none of the photos would have your face, so calm. Down!"

"I can't even make myself comfortable?" Rowan grumbled, shooting her a frown of his own from where he was seated on a stool, half-lounging with his legs separated, one booted foot kicked up onto the rungs of the stool.

She sighed and came to his side, running her fingers through his mussed hair. "I never said that, Ro."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I just...just ain't used to this, darlin'."

"I'm sorry for snapping," she replied. "And yes, cowboy, of course you can make yourself comfortable. Just, uh, don't get too comfy." She winked. "We'll be switchin' poses, we will."

"Why the hell's that sound sexual?" he wondered aloud.

A shit-eating grin curled his girlfriend's lips. "You'll see, love. You'll see." She nudged his upper body to the angle she'd wanted and then pulled a small bottle out of her side pocket.

Rowan eyed it suspiciously. "The hell is that?"

"Almond oil."

"What--"

"It's for aesthetic purposes," she said loftily, grinning like a fiend. "I showed you fireman calendars, cowboy."

"Yeah, and I know their muscles ain't that--oh. Oh."

"Exactly." She pecked a quick kiss onto his full lips. "Hold still."

Rowan tried to keep himself under control as Aelin dripped a little bit of the oil onto his chest, letting the drops run smoothly down his pecs and his abs, stopping the liquid before it could stain his jeans. He tried to keep a damn handle on himself as she poured more oil into her hand and spread it carefully and gently all over his upper body, defining his muscles in a faintly golden sheen.

Dammit, he tried.

"Cowboy," Aelin mused, her sharp turquoise eyes not missing a single second of his reactions, "you like this, don't you?"

He blew out a harsh breath, closing his eyes before he could catch sight of her sly little smirk and do something very very stupid. "Yeah," he breathed, arching slightly into her caress.

She dropped a kiss onto his jawline. "Y'know, I rather like it, too." She stepped around behind him, dripping oil onto the back of his shoulders and massaging it onto his skin.

Nothing could have stopped the embarrassingly loud purr he released. "Aelin."

"Uh-uh, cowboy, no moving," she chided, the thrum of her voice as sensual as the way she dragged her fingers back up the column of his spine.

And then she completely shattered the mood by clapping her hands. "Right! Picture time!"

"Darlin'," Rowan groaned, his darkened green eyes pleading with her.

She grinned, leaning over to kiss him quickly. "Be good for me and hold still a for a few minutes and I'll give you another kiss, Ro."

"Where?" he hummed, winking slowly.

Her breath hitched at his promise. "Wherever you want it."

A lazy grin curved his mouth, his rapidly darkening gaze sliding to her pulse point where her heartbeat thundered.

Click.

The camera shutter whirred gently as Aelin snapped a few more photos in succession. Then she moved the tripod a few steps to the right and captured a back view, drooling a little herself at the way the camera caught every defined groove of Rowan's oiled muscles.

Gods, the dreams she'd be having after this.

"You're a wonderful model," she grinned when she was finished with that set of photos. "Would you like your kiss now?"

Hell yes he would.

~

The shutter clicked one last time before Aelin switched off her camera and smirked at Rowan, who was now sprawled on the floor, his jeans deliberately hanging low on his chiseled hips, partially facing the camera. "All done, cowboy."

"Thank god," he half-groaned, flopping onto his back.

"Aww," she crooned, putting her camera away and settling herself down by his side, "is someone a little tired of being a smoking hot model?"

"Exhaustin' work," he drawled, rolling over to pin her with his gaze.

"Mmm, I'm sure," she hummed, propping up her head with one hand. "Gonna be worth it for the calendars, though."

"Ya better lemme see the photos before ya go makin' a calendar, darlin'," Rowan grinned.

"Oh, don't worry yourself, of course you'll get to see the photos." Making absolutely no move to go and get her camera, she shucked her own shirt, tossing it carelessly off to the side.

"Good." He traced his gaze slowly over her form, appreciating each line and curve and dip with his leisurely, smoky eyes. "Later, though."

"Oh?" Aelin raised her brows, pretending she knew absolutely nothing of what her cowboy was implying. "Does someone want a kiss for being such a good model?"

"B'lieve ya promised me more'n just a kiss, love," he purred, rolling smoothly towards her on the sheet she'd arranged on the floor as a backdrop.

How convenient that it was there, indeed.

"Did I, now?" she laughed, looping her arms around his neck and tugging his weight down atop her, feeling the delicious slide of his oiled skin against hers.

"Mhmm," he rumbled, that smirk of his curling darkly. "Promised me a--" He leaned down to whisper that promise into her ear, causing her back to arch and her core to throb.

"So I did," she hummed, walking her hands up his chest and bringing his head down until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. "So I did."

And oh, did her cowboy ever get his reward for being such a good model.

~

Two months later, with Rowan on her arm, Aelin strolled into the charity dinner, beaming and shaking hands and waving off the lavish praises the charity's board members kept piling on her.

"All I did was what I felt I had to do," she laughed, smiling brightly for the camera as the photographer captured a shot of her with the board members.

After all, they had to commemorate the woman who'd donated such a sum to the charity.

"It's my honor to be able to support your work," she beamed, accepting a hug from the older woman who was the current president of the board. "My honor."

"Our honor to receive such a gift," the woman returned, a wee bit emotional.

Aelin squeezed her hand. "Flamin' Heart had a bit of a fundraiser these last two months, it's from all of the community." She conveniently did not mention that this fundraiser had been the sale of cowboy calendars, each month's page featuring a different shot of her beloved shirtless cowboy, oiled muscles gleaming on the glossy pages.

They'd barely been able to print enough to keep up with the demand.

And in the end, it most definitely paid off--she'd donated nearly two and a half thousand dollars to the charity.

All thanks to convincing her favorite cowboy to pose for her.

~~~

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[aheathen-conceivably]

Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Nonny! Bless you! This is is the nonsense I live for.

Okay okay we’re gunna assume they’re real but also like I’m selecting these independently, so you know when I pick my bestie’s husband as my partner I’m not causing drama…👀

Bestie

I mean come on, it’s gotta be Zelda, right? Like imma be real, maybe I would like it to be Jo, but at this point in my life ain’t no way I could keep up with her 😂

I just wanna vibe, talk about books and stories, maybe sit in silence sometimes, have some wine if I’m feeling wild. Plus I feel like Zelda has just enough of a proclivity toward the grand and the romantic that I would love to have a long winded conversation with her into the wee hours of the night.

Spouse/Partner

Welp. Sorry bestie. I’m picking your husband. It’s Antoine. Seriously, is anyone even the mildest bit surprised? I don’t think I’ve made any effort to hide that my ~type~ is the moody broken artist who you just can’t understand. Did I maybe give him some of my own IRL husband’s qualities? I plead the fifth….

But also on his positive qualities, the domestic, loyal side of Antoine is very important to me in a partner and his (newfound) emotional strength for Zelda is very attractive. Which speaking of, I mean his attractiveness is obviously a factor here too 👀

Secret Lover

Against Antoine? I have to pick a secret lover when I already have Antoine? How dare you 😭

Okay okay, honestly, I think imma have to go with Georgiana. What? I can do with some fancy gifts and maybe a few trips around the world if she’s feeling wild. Plus, she has the broken artist vibes too oops 🤣

Friendly Rival

Ya know, I think probably Rosella. I know y’all all love her, but she’s definitely got some qualities that would make me wanna be her friend but also probably shit talk and maybe even dislike her from time to time. Like I gave Rosella my love of fashion, but likewise also some of my vanity and vapidity that I’ve worked on curbing. So I think we would have a lot of similarities and enjoy a great friendship, but then also turn around and side eye the hell out of eachother sometimes.

Enemy

Low key, maybe Jo? I feel like if we crossed paths somewhere and shit went bad, it would go real bad. Like we are both stubborn as hell, sure of ourselves, and even a touch manipulative if we need to be. I also don’t think either of us really responds well to someone with similar qualities as us, so there would probably be a bit of bristling because of that too.

Can…can we make it enemies to lovers though? Or just ya know, enemies with a side of secret lovers? 🫣

-

Also, also….I can’t resist doing this for my babies the Plotts so with little to no explanation:

Best Friend: Chad (if he will have me) Partner: Ale (sad lasagna boys for life) Secret Lover: Can I deep cut pick Sade AND Chet when I'm an agent in the anachronistic 70s spy office? Yes, I pick yes. Friendly Rival: Hinoki (forever and always) Enemy: Poppy (please see the Jo energy above)

(psttt psttt @theplottdump for you my fellow potato brain)

[americancowgirl19]

My Devil

Summary: You open up a little more to Pietro

Warnings: fluff, sex, kinky shit

Reader: Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Pietro x Male Vampire Reader

Word Count: 3063

A/n: Requested by Anon :  Hi! I read your one shot "Eyes of the Devil" and thought it was amazing!👏🏼. Maybe you could do a smutty part two with top!reader👀?... You requested this a LONG LONG LONG time ago and I”M SORRY! but here you go! I hope you enjoy it! THIS IS ALSO A PART TWO PART ONE IS - Eyes of the Devil - ...  @nin3s​

Masterlist

You don't bother glancing up when the door to the room you're in opens and slams shut. You continue to read but listen to the ramblings of the angry enhanced man.

"What are you reading?" He asks. "You're always reading," He adds before you could respond. Then the book is out of your grasp and in his. "For Whom the Bells Tolls," He mutters.

"A classic," You tell him. "Now stop being a brat and give it back," Pietro's eyes move from the book to you. You hold your hand out expectantly. Pietro pouts but reluctantly hands it over. You resume your reading while Pietro stares at you.

It isn't long until Pietro continues his brattiness. He marches around the room making noise. He grumbles under his breath knowing that you could hear every word as if he were talking normally.

He complained about his training session. Complained about Steve holding him back. Complained about his sister adapting to the Avenger life better than him.

You 'ignored' him.

You listened to every word and understood his frustrations. Pietro is used to everything at a fast pace. You knew Steve was taking his time making sure the twins understood and mastered everything. He didn't want to take them out on a mission and something go wrong because they weren't prepared. You also knew that Wanda listened better and took directions easier. Pietro needed a firmer hand than what Steve could give.

"Are you even listening?!" Pietro snapped taking the book once again. You shot out of your seat, took the book from him and tossed it on the desk. A heartbeat later Pietro is pressed against the wall with your hand firmly around his neck.

"You need to learn patience," You told him. "The training isn't a joke. Steve is making sure you're prepared. Our fights are mainly against those just as skilled and enhanced as we are. That means you can't rely solely on your speed. You have to be able to fight. You have to be smart enough to think ahead of your enemy,"

"I know how to fight," Pietro state. "I can hold my one. I'm ready for a mission," He insists.

"You can hold your own but can you protect your team mates?" You ask him. "Protecting them, protecting yourself, and getting the mission done is not as simple as you think,"

"You're underestimating me," Pietro tells you. You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh? Am I?" You smirk. "Then get out of my hold. First one to pin the other on the bed wins," Pietro smirks cockily.

The next few moments are too fast for the human eye. You and Pietro flash around the room. You toyed with Pietro. You could see he was trying his best but it wasn't enough for a mission. You had been holding back and letting Steve take the lead on his training but now you could see he wasn't progressing as fast as he should. You knew you would need to step in if Pietro had a chance to get out into the field before he combusted with impatience.

"Pinned ya," You smirked, locking his wrists above his head. You used your legs to trap his against the bed. You were a great deal stronger than Pietro. You were also done with the little game the two of you were playing and decided to keep him pinned without giving him a chance to escape.

"Your eyes are dark," He mentions. You flash a grin showing off your fangs. "Have you fed today?"

"I'm fine," You promised. You lowered your head to his. You breathe in his scent. Your nose brushes along his forehead.

It's been months since Pietro has joined the Avengers with his sister. You tried to keep your distance but it only lasted a little longer than a few weeks. Pietro had worn you down quicker than the others. Or maybe it was just the fact that you were tired of being alone and Pietro was the first one you've found that has a chance to defend himself.

A couple of months ago Pietro had asked about your past. You had been evading the question. You learned all about him and you told him little about yourself. Pietro was done and was desperate to learn something. He had even tried to find your file only to see that the little information on it is the stuff you had told him already.

He asked about 'Moja duša'. He knew the translation (My soul) but you never told him the significance. You often used the endearing term with him. He was curious as to why every time you said it you looked surprised the words left your lips.

Eventually you had no choice but to explain what it meant.

"I come from a time where there were more witches than common folk. Long before the birth of Christ. A coven cursed me into what your generation would call a vampire. The first few centuries were unbearable. My sister was able to prolong her life as long as possible but she was ultimately mortal. She was dying. She gave her life for one final spell. She didn't want me to live a life of isolation. Thus she tethered my soul to another. Aftonio," You whisper the name softly.

Pietro listened to the story. The mention of the name stirred something within him. It felt... familiar.

"He was a blacksmith. We were together for a few years until the city became suspicious of me. They thought I was some kind of demon. That I was responsible for the recent deaths. They were right but their retaliation against me did more harm than good. They killed Aftonio and in return I slaughtered the entire city," You explained to him.

You told him the story of the next man you met. The man who shared the same soul as Aftonio thus being tethered to you. You retold how you both fell in love, had a few years together before he ultimately died at the hands of others which forced you into a rage you couldn't think to control.

Every century you met the soul that was tethered to yours. Some times they were men and other times they were women. If you were lucky you got to spend years with them but there were times when you only had them for a few days.

One thing remained constant. You lived and they died. You found them and they died. An eternity of finding and losing the love of your life. A spell that was meant to ease the pain of immortality became more torturous than the unquenchable blood lust.

"Dimitri was the last one," You explained heavily. "His death was a simple car crash on the way home from work,"

"And now me," Pietro says. You look at him and slowly nod.

"And now you," You whisper. "You've already lived through a bombing, a rebellion, hydra experiments, and robots... perhaps you will last longer than the others," You jested painfully.

"Last? Môj diabol I'm here to stay," He smirks. (My Devil)

Since then Pietro has been closer to you than ever. He wiggled his way into your heart. Before you knew it you loved him more than any of the others, which you didn't believe was possible.

He was more infuriating than the others. More impulsive. More bratty, stubborn and flirtatious. He challenged you and you loved putting him back in his place.

"Tomorrow I will work with you," You promised. "I'll make sure you're ready for the field,"

"And what about tonight?" He asks. You hum lifting your eyebrows. "You pinned me, what are you going to do?"

"Hmm, what shall I do?" You hummed, your head dipping to his neck. You breathe in his scent again. It was addicting, you couldn't get enough of it.

Unexpectedly, you roll off of him. You put your hands under your head and cross your ankles. He looks at you confused.

"Undress yourself," You tell him. "Make a show of it," Pietro smirks and speeds off the bed. He stands at the foot directly in front of you.

He doesn’t start with his shirt but rather his pants. His thumbs hook into the waist band of his sweats and slowly pulls them down. You pout when you see he left his underwear untouched.

He smirks and fiddles with the hem of his shirt. He lifts it up revealing his abdomen then his pecks before tossing it onto the floor. You knew his skin was as soft as it looked. You craved it but forced yourself to stay still.

His eyes remained on you while you eagerly watched his underwear fall to the ground. You lick your lips at the sight of him. You beside him within a second. Your hands claiming his hips as your lips cover his.

His hands frantically attempt to disrobe you. Your skin was always cool to the touch. It was hard as if it were made of steel yet soft like it was covered with Egyptian cotton.

You often wore leather and today was no exception. He unbuttoned the vest you over wore and tossed it to the ground. Your trousers were often held together with straps like shoes. He undid the knot that held them up before pushing them to the floor.

The two of you returned to the bed, Pietro on top resting between your legs. He ground his hips into yours allowed your cocks to rub together. The two of you moaned but his became louder when you yanked on his hair forces his head back and your lips to disconnect.

You flipped him onto his back while assaulting his neck. The two of you didn’t have sex nearly as much as either of you wanted. If Pietro was in charge then he would have you inside of him daily but you were more cautious than him.

You knew your hunger was ravenous. You knew your lust would grow beyond control if you weren’t careful. If you caved into your every desire you’d keep Pietro caged in this room to sate your pleasure and your hunger. You could never get enough of him.

You also knew he desired a life outside of such pleasures thus forcing yourself to stay in control. Pietro tried to understand but he hoped that with time you would loosen up and give in more often.

On nights like tonight you let go. You caved into your every desire and Pietro was willing to do whatever you wanted, to give you whatever you needed.

“Your sounds are so pretty,” You whisper, tweaking his nipple between two of your fingers. Your mouth continued to assault his fair skinned neck. “And your smell,” You groaned like a beast. You traveled down his body, your lips grazing over his chest and stopping by his leaking cock. “Ravishing,” You growled, licking up the sweet white substance.

Pietro moaned again. His hands went into your hair but you nipped at his hip warningly. He knew better than to touch you. Pietro glared down at you but you stared right back, daring him to challenge you. He huffed but moved his hands. You rewarded him by massaging his balls. He went back to the moaning whore is truly is.

You stroked his cock and massaged his ball tortuously for as long as you desired. He never came, you never allowed him to. He would glare, huff and pout but always return to the moaning and begging. Your little mate truly was a handful.

In an instant your mouth wrapped around his dick and took him down your throat. The shock had him shouting and sitting up. His hands returned to your hair, this time you allowed it. 

Pietro couldn’t talk as you used your mouth on him. You sucked him, massaged him and did some shit with your tongue that turned his brain into mush. Your hands gently pushed on his chest to get him to lay back down. 

He pants as he stares up at the ceiling but he’s so focused on what you’re doing to him that he doesn’t really see what’s around him. He just feels everything you do. His body twitches when your fingers play with his nipples, he whines as you moan around his sensitive cock, and then he tenses as another orgasm teases him. He isn’t surprised when you deny him but he can’t hold back the whine.

“Shh, be patient, pet,” You whispers, traveling back up his body. You place gentle kisses and teasing bites along the way. He looks at you lazily. You can see the lust in his eyes and you smirk as the brattiness within him settles allowing you to do as you please without a fight. “Good boy,” You whisper, kissing him softly. 

You grind against him. He eagerly lifts his hips up against yours. His hands claw at your back as he chases a release. Your hand wraps around his throat forcing him to surrender to you again.

“All in good time,  Moja duša,” You promise him. You move away from him, taking your hand from his throat. He’s slightly startled when you suddenly flip him onto his stomach. Your hands instantly begin to rub his back to help him relax once more.

You massage his shoulders down to his sides and back up. Every time your hands go down they go lower and lower under you’re massaging his ass. You squeeze his cheeks and open them up to see his hole. You lick your lips at the sight of it. You can stop yourself from diving in.

Pietro grabs the pillows and moans into them while his hips lift up and into your face. You keep his ass spread nice and wide as you eat as if you’re a starving man.

A few fingers on one hand slide into him. He moans loudly and begs, pleads, for more. His dick dangles in the air hard and begging for attention just as desperate. Hoping to relieve himself, Pietro jack himself off but you pull from his ass and spank him roughly.

“Are you allowed to touch my cock?” You ask him.

“I wasn’t touching yours, I was touching mine,” Pietro snips against the pillow. You spank him twice more. Your grab his hair and force him against your back.

“You are mine,” You growl in his ear, your hand wrapping around his throat. “You ass, your mouth, and your cock are mine,” You bite at his neck harshly but not enough to draw blood. Your other hand reaches around him to grip his cock in a painful grip. “Tell me... Who do you belong to?” He struggles to answer under your choke hold and the pain shooting from his cock. “You won’t like what happens if I have to ask again,” You warn him.

“You,” He manages to spit out. “I belong to you, sir,” He says easily when you loosen your hand. “I won’t touch your cock,” He promises. “Just please let me come,” He pleads.

“You’ll come when I tell you that you can come,” You say. You force him back down to his pillows. You spank him three more times before reaching for the lube. You lather your cock with it before drizzling it onto his hole.

When you thrust inside him you’re merciless. The need to fuck him, to claim him is an instinct you can’t ignore in the moment. You can make love to him in the morning but right now you need to fuck him and plant your seed deep inside of you. You know it’s impossible to produce offspring with him but the need to breed is all that’s on your mind.

“Oh, yes,” Pietro moans, rocking beneath you. “Fuck me, fuck... oh God,” He grunts and shouts out as you bound into him like he’s nothing but a whore you picked up off the street. 

Your skin smacks against his and you growl in his ear like a demon. Pietro knows that you’re more instinct than man at the moment and he can only groan and take what you give him.

“Let me come! Please, please, please, please, let me come!” Pietro begs. You bound in him at an inhuman pace completely tearing him up. The pain and pleasure as intertwined to tightly he can’t decipher which is which. He just knows that he loves when you loose control and prays that you’ll let him come.

You never tell him he’s allowed to come. Although, you never have been good at talking when you’re this far gone. He trusts that if he asked you to stop, you would but god this always felt too amazing to even think about asking.

When the scent of his come hits your nose you sink your fangs into his neck. It instantly sends Pietro into another orgasm. You feeding from him is equally pleasurably to Pietro as it is to you. Having you inside of him brings you close but you feeding from him is like uniting your souls.

You growl savagely as you suddenly still impossibly deep inside of him. Pietro tiredly groans as he feels your seed shooting inside of him. Your fangs with draw and your tongue laps at the wound until it’s healed.

It’s not until almost ten more minutes that you finally return to him. It starts with gentle kisses along his shoulders. Then it turns into you actively cuddling him. You still feel so big inside of him. He feels full and doesn’t want you to pull out just yet. Not anting to pull out either, you just wrap your warms around him and lay atop of him.

Being pinned between you and the warm mattress bring him a sense of security. Keeping him so close to you sates your primal instincts to protect your mate. The position helps the both of you calm down.

“I’ll draw you a bath in a few minutes,” You promise, lightly kissing his ear. Pietro simply hums. “How do you feel?” You ask. You know he doesn’t like talking all that much after something so intense but this is something you have to know. You had to know you didn’t take it too far.

“Well and truly fucked,” He mutters. You smile, pecking his neck.

[prince-of-khrysalis]

Hi I would like to hear abt ur ocs 👀

cracks knuckles, TYSM FOR ENABLING ME! I have a whole lotta ocs so I think for this ask I'll just pick a few so I don't write a whole novel at once! A few pirates of mine! If anyone wants a wizard post of the same nature... (;

Let's start with my love my light my darling, Desiderius Calamitas! My resident musketeer. This guy.

Desi is, in a sense, my 'main' pirate! This is The Pirate! Born and raised in Monquista, he had it pretty rough being a non-native and dealing with Monquista's... shall we say exclusionary tendencies. Being a gorgon and growing up to feel ashamed of it and hide this at ALL times, along with being treated like some dangerous feral beast, Desi left the instant he could. Which was when he turned 18 and hijacked a pirate ship, effectively coercing the crew into handing over power as a trade-off for saving them from a close call with the Armada. He's a megalomaniac, it's true. With a love for all things bright and sparkly and pink and oh, he just wants to be a pirate yk?? He takes over as Captain to a reluctant crew and ends up slowly becoming a very infamous and wanted figure. Because he's a menace to society<3! A smart chessmaster, but naive and vain and the holder of a megalomaniac complex. Lovely little man. He wants to take over Monquista someday, but for now? He will happily settle for having the highest bounty possible by the Armada (and trying to figure out how guns work haha help he's never done this before).

MOVING ON! To one of his crewmates! Marion Merripen! (Desi's boyfriend cough cough) Who is the crew "witchdoctor", though in reality? He's a necromancer with a hatred of his own magic and is far more inclined to act as the crew's medic. Having been raised for a time by a Marleybonian doctor, he has medical knowledge and is in charge of keeping everyone else in one piece... mostly. Though he's been a pirate for longer, he doesn't seem all that interested in fame or fortune. Rather it's just... what he knows, after being picked up as a younger teen for the crew to get him away from Marleybone. Why away from Marleybone, besides it being hell on earth? Marion is a fae! Specifically, the son of a faerie and a merrow, a hybrid who can't help but stand out and... does not bode well with worlds like MB who can't hide their judgements. So he became a pirate instead. It was a nice outlet for his INTENSE repressed anger! He's a very grumpy fella, but he has plenty of reason to be, even if he's a touch too rough and mean at times. So a vulgar and fairly mean goth who's also in charge of patching ya up after ya get stabbed on the job for the millionth time, good luck!! And how about the starter antagonist, General Achille, (Desi's other boyfriend cough cough) someone who Desi and co. assume is a member of Kane's court. A 7ft tall battle angel General, who, after one too many disturbances, is tasked with finding and capturing Desi and his crew. Or killin him. Whichever comes first, the Armada isn't picky. Achille opts for the second option more often than not. There's a few issues though. Issue number one is that Desi is IMMEDIATELY taken by the sight of him, falling head over heels for the person trying to murder him weekly and finding him to just be the most radiant man to ever walk the Spiral. Achille has no fucking clue what any of that means, but over time Desi's weird reactions and constant flirting strike up a bit of, gasp, fondness?? Perhaps? And he starts to look forward to their encounters a bit, perhaps. Maybe. The other issue is that Achille is... not a clockwork, not that this is common knowledge. The crew doesn't have time to think about this while he's trying to slice them in half. But raised under the 'care' of the Armada since he was terribly young (after he lost his mother, three guesses as to how), he was taken in as a pet project. His sun magic being seen as a potential weapon to be wielded. Essentially brainwashing him for his entire life to be the perfect solider and question no orders, to not think for himself. But no one knows this. Not even Achille, having fallen so deep into the trance that he truly sees himself as a machine and needs to work to regain his humanity. Woo! After all, those clockwork wings attached to his back sure speak another story, huh?

[literarilytrisha]

My Rating: 4/5 ⭐ Genre(s): ya, contemporary, romance Published: May 3, 2022 by St. Martin's Press Content Warnings:  homophobia, bullying, racism Quick Reaction:  📝👀🌊💞🥺 

Description:

Chloe Green is so close to winning. After her moms moved her from SoCal to Alabama for high school, she’s spent the past four years dodging gossipy classmates and a puritanical administration at Willowgrove Christian Academy. The thing that’s kept her going: winning valedictorian. Her only rival: prom queen Shara Wheeler, the principal’s perfect progeny. But a month before graduation, Shara kisses Chloe and vanishes. On a furious hunt for answers, Chloe discovers she’s not the only one Shara kissed. There’s also Smith, Shara’s longtime quarterback sweetheart, and Rory, Shara’s bad boy neighbor with a crush. The three have nothing in common except Shara and the annoyingly cryptic notes she left behind, but together they must untangle Shara’s trail of clues and find her. It’ll be worth it, if Chloe can drag Shara back before graduation to beat her fair-and-square. Thrown into an unlikely alliance, chasing a ghost through parties, break-ins, puzzles, and secrets revealed on monogrammed stationery, Chloe starts to suspect there might be more to this small town than she thought. And maybe—probably not, but maybe—more to Shara, too. Fierce, funny, and frank, Casey McQuiston's I Kissed Shara Wheeler is about breaking the rules, getting messy, and finding love in unexpected places. 

My Thoughts:

      “She feels like spine of a book about to crack and spill out all the love story guts.”  

Isn't it just the worst when your moms move you from a progressive state to one far more conservative? This is the complicated status for one Chloe Green who goes from sunny SoCal to Alabama for high school. For the past four years she has somehow survived the hollow halls of Willowgrove Christian Academy and she's so close to victory she can taste it.

What makes it even better? Beating her arch-nemesis and beautiful prom queen, Shara Wheeler. The two have competed academically for years but Chloe knows this time she's going to be the ultimate victor.

With a month towards graduation, Chloe can taste the sweet victory until Shara kisses her and vanishes. Who even does such a thing? She soon discovers Shara kissed two others the same night - her boyfriend, Smith and then another boy named Rory. What does it mean and more importantly why?

Shara - why did you have to go and make things so complicated?

Unable to just brush it off, Chloe decides to hunt down Shara and demand the answers. The three form an alliance but along the way they learn more than a few things about themselves. Some of which will change things forever but that's what growing up is all about. Sometimes you unlock who you really are and other times you do a kiss and run.

All's fair in love and war they say and this time it's really going to be a battle royale. Shara may have started the puzzle but Chloe is not only going to solve it, she's going to destroy it.

      “What do you say when The Girl tells you that you're The Girl to her?”  

Before I say anything else, I must fully gush about Casey McQuiston's writing and how much I love the banter. I can't even say how many times I end up squealing or awwing but it's very, very often. Who can blame me at all? The other thing I have to highlight is just how memorable McQuiston makes their characters and how they really do become larger than life.

What didn't I enjoy then? Given I gave this four stars rather than a five. Two main things and one of them is an issue I had with One Last Stop as well.

1. I was letdown by Shara when she finally came into the picture because there was so much built up about her. She was more lackluster than the other characters who were really sparkling. I also didn't love the romance between Shara and Chloe. It seemed rivals to lovers but it just really didn't fit well into the category for me. Since there was a lot of obsession on both sides even from the start. Likewise, Chloe is a very difficult character to like but I started to come around to her towards the end of the book. The very same with Shara. I didn't love her as a character but appreciated her a bit more towards the end of the book.

For me, my investment was much more with Georgia, Rory and Smith. The friendships and found family vibes really are top tier and what won me over. I loved how flawed, messy and real all of it is. Growing up in a small town is so difficult, especially when you're trying to skip around to your own beat and having those who get it is vital. It's really everything and this book shows it in spades.

2. The tone of the novel is a little off and this is the issue I had with One Last Stop, Both books were trying to be two different things meshing together and it just didn't gel for me.

I Kissed Shara Wheeler is a ya contemporary but also a mystery. I saw comparisons to Gone Girl and similar things, which did not really work? The mystery is very, very light and not really what the book is in my opinion. This might be one reason I was disappointed! This really is more of a coming of age queer ya contemporary. Having the right mindset when going into the book makes it more enjoyable!

The signature lovable style and distinct characters still won me over, however. I will always read anything Casey McQuiston puts out because I really do enjoy their books. The writing style just works so well for me and I am a say yes to witty banter.

What really works for me most of all, though, is the hopefulness throughout the book and the obvious beating heart of positivity and acceptance. It's a radiating warmth I just want to curl up in. A sort of sunshine we all need to cascade down on us.

      “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.”  

I Kissed Shara Wheeler is a queer coming of age story tackling all kinds of issues, including identity crises and questioning sexuality. It's a safe haven for those who usually feel invisible to be heard. It's for the ones who want to find themselves in pages and linger in the breaths before the sighs. It's a book I would recommend!

p.s. I noticed the faberry comparisons and, yes, I can see it.

[wishful-soda]

⚠️!!SPOILERS TO ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ CHAPTER THIRTEEN OF "SPEAK OF THE DEVIL" (but if you haven't read it...what're you doing, go and read it!!)⚠️

OKAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL, CHAPTER 13 IS UP!! Literally I was in english class and the notification popped up and I sent the screenshot to my bestie like "AAAAHHH HERE IT IS!!!" she was very excited for me 😌

Ms. Soda, bestie, bro, dear...buckle up cause we gotta talk about this (all good things, I promise!)

But before I get into it, did tumblr eat my ask again?? I sent one uhhh two days ago I think...did it just not show up? this is so sad! 😭

Anyway! here we go...

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Thank GOD that the reader said "charlie" earlier after leaving Danny's room bc...it just makes things make so much more sense. Did you plan that or was it just a happy accident?

The whole breakfast scene was so like "is Maxy gonna sus them out??" to "awww, theyre like a couple and she can't have this with Danny bc nobody supports ittttt" to general wholesomeness and fluff. I loved it so much!

I love love love LOVE the thought that Daniel is late so often that people tell him to get to places half an hour early hahahah! Some family friends of ours are usually told to get to an event two hours early because they're fashionably late...*always*. but we love 'em for it.

DANIEL! DON'T LEAVE YOUR PHONE! YOU LOVABLE DORKY BEAUTIFUL IDIOT WHYYYYYY. I face palm. I love him, but he's so....ugh, ya know??

"Max laughed, shaking his head like whatever it was a doozy. " boy...if only he knewwwww!!! It was. And he would've known about it if hE REMEMBERED HIS GODDAMN PHONE. It's so daniel-core to be a complete grownass man child. (God these sound so mean, I swear i love him 😂)

It's also just the best thing that he's too busy ogling the reader to even notice Charles' presence. my guy. keep your dick calm please and thank you<3

I must say, when you wrote about him standing outside the restroom with his arms crossed and hands in fists I could only imagine like...a child in a temper tantrum trying not to explode. which is just perfect for him. on the one hand, I live and breathe for the miscommunication trope between two characters, on the other hand I just wanna smack them upside the head like "what're you thinking??" and I must thank you for evoking this emotion out of me.

But then Charles comes up all concerned! he truly is baby and i love him. He's all innocent and just playing along. Except for that smirk when they're at the table. I love it! (and later when he knows what daniel means with the cheesecake comment 👀)

Charles, Charles, Charles....that jealousy comment? I was fully expecting fisticuffs from Daniel. And I mean we got pretty closeeee

...okay i'm just gonna say it now....thank god for tablecloths because what fun would we have without them 😏

BUT AGAIN CHARLES THE BABY WAS LIKE "r u ok??"

Ms. Soda,

I nearly started squealing when I noticed that the chapter was over. Thank you for this masterpiece and I can't wait for the next one!(hopefully no migraine bc Ik that sucked for you)

Sincerely, 💜

P.S. this was an amazing read, thank you for pushing through and getting it to us ASAP, it means a lot to us<3

I so appreciate the spoiler warning, that is wonderful. 🤣 Also I love that you told your best friend, I'm so flattered! I don't have another ask from you from a few days ago, no! 😭

I did plan the 'Charlie' incident! Our reader didn't plan it however, it was a happy accident in her world!

I have no idea why but I just get that vibe from Daniel, that he's one of those dudes who is always late. Maybe I'm just projecting that on to him, but I just feel it okay 😅 Also; TWO HOURS?! that's next level late, what a life they're living.

Literally the entire situation could have be avoided if the idiot remembered his phone. I love him but omfg he really is walnut sometimes.

I feel like the chaos is just next level in this chapter and I stg I didn't plan it that way when I started it, it just got outta control which is the vibe of the chapter so full circle?

Also Charles just slid into the role so well and was so precious and I didn't even expect that, but I'm digging it.

Drink,

I'm so thrilled that you loved it and I can't even tell you how much I appreciate this download of thoughts, I live for asks like this and they just make my day. THANK YOU. ILY BBY!!!! 🥰

[hellothere-generalangsty]

HELLO!

Welcome to our daily show

☆Ask an OC☆

Today our guests are...

*drum rolls*

Meda and her OCs: Vamaz, Gift, Liira aaaaand Odoma!

And our questions today are:

What are your favorite music genres?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

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HELLO!

Thank you for inviting us to your show, it's an honour for us to he there! :D

14. What are your favorite music genres?

Vamaz: I don't really have a genre, but I listen to that one radio station that only plays old songs. It's one of the very few I can listen to no latter where I am in the galaxy, and it doesn't have much ads. *shrugs* So I would say old songs, retro stuff. Maybe a bit of Synthwave too. Some songs are nice.

Gift: Honestly? Any genre is fine by me, as long as I can sing along *laughs* I mean, I do listen to a lot of mainstream music, because that's what they mostly play at the 79s and during hyperspace travels, but I'm also the kind of dude who listens to Never Gonna Give You Up and genuinely enjoys it *laughs*

Liira: As for me, I listen to instrumental and calm songs, mostly out of habit. When I am on Kamino, I try to keep my environment as peaceful and friendly as possible, and I guess it just...grew in me *smiles*

Odoma: Well, I too love peaceful music, or ambient noises, when I need to calm down or feel a bit homesick. But I also really enjoy "dancing songs", they always make me happy and are highly motivating! *smiles and nods*

6. What was the hardest thing you've ever had to do?

Vamaz: Leaving my clan instead of fighting to stay was the hardest thing I had to do. But that's just how things are. *shrugs*

Gift: I think, as soldiers, we have a lot of hard things to do, and one of them would be - for me - leaving a battlefield without retrieving the bodies of my fallen brothers. I know it's the job, I know we can't because we're so much and we have so little time... But everytime it just. You know, it just hurts.

Liira: As a medic, I had to see and do a lot of things; I had to fix broken bones, to heal wounds, to talk to men who are unable to sleep or eat properly after all the battles they've been through. That's part of my job, and I accepted that. But one day...*moves a bit on her chair* One day I had to examine and confirm the death of...*takes a deep breath* I had to sign Fives' death report, and had to send away every document about him. All the files, all the pictures, and they just...*coughs, gets up to leave* Excuse me.

Odoma: I can't exactly tell; I know as a padawan, and as a Jedi, our responsibilities will always lead us to a path made of difficult decisions, and I know that I will probably face greater obstacles as I grow older... I think the hardest thing as a padawan was to be responsible of someone else's fate for the first time. So many men counting on me to have their back, and the knowledge that there would come a time where I wouldn't be able to protect them all...I have to learn how to live with that weight on my shoulders.

Again, thank you for inviting us! I hope their answer was satisfying! :D

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Also I'm going to tag you peeps but I'd you don't want to be tagged on my OCs posts just lemme know 💗

@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @twinkofthedink KVJ same for you I won't tag you here bc it's your ask so you're going to be mentioned anyway but on other posts ya know