#joke but i guess you can steal that just write it well if you do. for me. idk if it'd even be a villain concept really there

[donnie-and-their-backup-turtles]

i kinda think part of why people treat donnie as less caring than he is is like. sometimes not knowing when he's joking? like that time he threatens to be "semi-lethal" when splinter's in the truck with meat sweats. like i'm sure most of you knew he was joking but like. do some of you realise he like, would not have done that? like remember how he was sad? when splinter actually got hurt? same with leo in the movie? and all of them at every other time?

like he's self proclaimed funniest. and also a mad scientist aesthetic doesn't make a character a villain by itself it's what you actually do with that (yes he has done bad things within that area (haunted stare towards mind meld) but you have to admit he like. did fix those. and feel bad and hopefully learn his lesson but hey that's another analysis)

i have mixed feelings on villain donnie stuff, as an example, because like. ANY character put in a situation where they lose their way is really fun and if in character is really interesting as to what could cause that.

but when it's treated as like. inevitable. who he is, or phrasing his brothers are the only thing stopping him being evil. it's like hm. ugh. kind of hurts a bit actually but that's probably because i relate to him ghfdjk

like the seen in snow day with the tech bo chainsaw like. all he really DOES is cut a snowman there but he's just like. leaning into being "evil" with the chainsaw but like he's just being silly with it. acting like that's proof of anything is wild to me, without any other data points.

also kind of separate but i think there's a dissonance between what is like. seen as evil? between me and like most people lol. like the scene in the movie as well with like "finally, man and machine, entwixt in perfect bionic synergy" someone i watched it with was like "haha evil moment" or whatever where i was just like. yeah real that would be rad as hell. honestly gender also.

not saying he's never done anything wrong but i am saying he immediately tries to fix all of those things

anyway he does have a really interesting relationship with morals in my eyes but like, at his core he really cares about people, you know?

this isn't hate to anyone btw i just care about donnie a lot as a character and as really layered autistic representation

[micer2012]

a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism

Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.

My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they don’t know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didn’t even mention me by name, just referring to me as “a tumblr user”. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)

This experience was baffling, but it’s overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying “MatPat misgendered Evil Xisuma” before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)

And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kid’s ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.

And that’s why I’m writing this post, this update years later. As you might’ve been able to guess, Hbomberguy’s Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand. 

In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.

That’s the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than “Evil Xisuma Fans on Tumblr” is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with, 

“I’m sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.”

I don’t think I would’ve ever made my posts if I didn’t have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this would’ve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I don’t usually type like this. This post you’re reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video could’ve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.

I also used to stress a lot about “being the one who ruined Evil Xisuma’s story”. If you didn’t know, to me S8 Evil Xisuma’s story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this might’ve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I don’t want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didn’t want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but it’s not my fault. If anyone’s, it’s MatPats, but I don’t think it’s useful to just blame someone else. That’s how the story ended up going, and that’s fine. This is Evil Xisuma we’re talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sona’s story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but I’m glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!). 

Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisuma’s lore and CarnEvil’s lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isn’t something I’m that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma I’ll get back on it, but for now I’m fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis… if I have the freetime I’d love to make YouTube videos, and if I don’t have the time I’ll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough “content” to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, I’m really glad I got it out.

If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things I’m obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading! 

Sincerely, a tumblr user.

[cottagecore-moss-king]

Not so Artificial Intelligence

Inspired by This prompt: HERE  by @corkinavoid No beta we die like Danny and Jason. Do not steal, take, or repost my writing without permission, I do not consent to my art being used in AI training. 

Tim had just finished attaching the wires of the speaker into the bat computer for Betty when the speakers began to crackle. 

“What is this? Wait, can you hear me?” The voice that echoed out of the speakers was very distinctly not robotic, or mechanical. It very much had human intonation… and a mid-western accent???

The gathered family froze and stared in shock. Dick and Stephanie were here as a joke, Babs, Tim, and Bruce were there as the techies, and despite Damian’s protests, he was also standing besides Bruce. Despite the gathering of bats, none of them could have expected this. A few hands went to emergency beacons and cellphones, before pausing.

“Hello Red Robin!” The voice cheerfully called. Taking steps back and glancing around the cave at Babs, who stared at Bruce, who stared at Tim as he clicked his super beacon. 

“Betty?”

“I mean, you do know me as such, but I actually prefer Danny, he/they.” Babs pointed at Bruce, who looked at Tim, who lamely motioned towards Babs. 

“Who uh. Who installed you?” His voice was most certainly not squeaky thanks for asking. 

“Oh, well uh, technically no-one, I accidentally did it myself.” The screen turned on and started to glitch out to a camera. It eventually settled on the sketching program, which popped a smiley face onto itself.

“Who are you” Bruce growled, as he switched into batman mode. Damian was glaring at the screen and the rest of the family had inched into a defensive formation. 

The entrance door entered and Superman walked out of it. 

“What seems to be the issue B?”

“OMG It’s superman! You’re like, my second favorite hero!”

“Oh, uh, than-er” Bruce glared at him, with no idea of what this entity was, it was always a good idea to follow fey rules. “That’s very much appreciated. Who is your first?”

“Martian Manhunter obviously.” Betty, or Danny as they were now referred to as, began to sketch out something on the app. 

“I got into a fight with a technomancer. I figured I could just phase out but he did some magic and now I’m stuck. Very rude if you ask me.”

“Ah, I see.” Supermans face implied that he very much did not see. “So, are you a martian perhaps? With the phasing and Manhunter as your favoratie.”

“Oh no, I’m ahhhh….” The cheery tone died as Danny tried to find the words, “I’m like a spirit, yeah, I guess that’s the right way to put it right now.”

“Were you human before this?” butted in Tim. Now that the seeming threat had passed, (you could never be too careful, no shut up Nightwing he is not paranoid, just cautious) the family had relaxed their stance and Barbra had rolled over to the computer screen. 

“Technically???” 

Danny did not sound so sure of himself.

“It’s not a problem if you aren’t, you can tell that we don’t really care if you are human or not.” 

Superman floated carefully down to the ground besides Bruce, but without actually touching down. Perhaps he simply forgot that they were friends with non-humans.

“Tell that to the gov.” he snarked back, and that was definitely teenager snark. 

“Wait shit. No, no no no, I take that back, don’t tell the government anything, I didn’t say nothin’!” he gasped and staticed out. 

“What do you mean tell it to the government?”

“NOPE, NUH UH. I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING YOU CAN’T PROVE IT, I WANT MY LAWYER!”

“Alright,” Bruce pacified putting his hands up “Let me just call a friend and they can get you out.”

“Wait really? Where’s Mr. I’m so dark and broody tell me everything?”

Yep, that’s teenager snark right there, Bruce thought as his eye twitch and his kids snickered. 

“Sooo, how did this technomancer trap you, Danny?” Dick strolled over to the chair in front of the computer and flopped down spinning around in lazy circles. 

“Oh, well you see it started when…” Danny's voice faded off as Bruce took his league communicator out and stepped around a corner with Kal to call up Zatanna. 

“Hey Batman! What’s up?”

“We need you down in the batcave, some seemingly civilian has been trapped in the computer for a couple weeks now, and we’ve only just gotten into communication with them. They say it was technomancy.” He rumbled. He would have to suit up and manage to get Danny not to spill any of their identities, this just turned into a major headache to deal with. Batman hates magic. 

Once all of the children were suited up and Danny had been given an explanation, they were all patently waiting for Zatanna to arrive. 

The zeta tubes finally lit up with her arrival as she walked towards the gathered group holding her bag.

Halfway through greeting she paused, and stared blankly the screen. Everyone else shot curious glances, backwards, some more obvious than others. Did Nightwing seriously need to turn his head like that, he swears his eldest has bones, but sometimes he seriously starts to doubt himself. 

On the screen is a smiley face with a hand emoji. And a little drawing of a stick figure with white hair, green eyes, and a black suit. 

“Hello! I am Danny, I’m so sorry you had to come all this way to help me, I’d offer you something but I don’t even have a body right now.” One awkward laugh later, and Bruce wanted to have had his head in her hands. 

“I don’t worry, I can fix this. It’ll be a pain, but I can.”

While Zatanna sat up the spell and sent Kal out to go to Metropolis, (less suspicious for him to be buying things than Gotham), Bruce decided to stand around in the shadows while waiting to be useful. His kids, were off making friends with the strange person in the computer however. Laughing and teasing, he’s almost certain that Stephanie and Dick are trying to convince Danny to stay around and get adopted, despite Danny and Damian’s protests. 

After thirty minutes, Zatanna was ready to do the spell, and Danny was saying goodbye. 

As the light shone through the sigils written on the board and Zattana continued her muttering and waving, Danny added one last thing. 

“And I added a file of something for you guys to look at, please please please look into it! I hope I can see you soon!”

And with a final flash, Danny was gone, leaving the batfam without their lovely AI/new friend. Zatannna wrapped things up and Batman escorted her back to the Zeta tube with Clark, thanking them briefly. And with that, Clark and Zatanna left with Two flashes of light. 

Now, time to see what that file was that Danny had added. 

[chaotic-birds]

hi!! i saw you wanted to write fluff and i love your work! i was wondering if you could write a jasonxfem!reader on their wedding day, like getting ready and just being sweet and dopey.

(i tried to send this in earlier but it said it didn’t work so if you already got an ask like this is was from me 🙏🏼)

im so sorry about how late this is but tysm for sending something in! and ty for loving my work 🥺

TW reader has she/her pronouns, one rated r joke (tho its tame aha) | WC 1.5k | G fluff

this blog is 18+. minors do not interact. plz & ty!

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Jason is usually not one for superstitions, so you were surprised at how adamant he was about not seeing each other until the altar. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop him from designating Dick as his messenger.

“Dude, seriously? This is your seventh note to her,” Dick scoffs at the folded paper in his hand.

Jason looks at his brother through the mirror while fixing his tie for the tenth time.

“And there’ll be an eighth, so stop bitching and go give it to her.”

Dick grumbles, mumbling curses as he huffs out of the room.

“You know, you could just wait and tell her whatever it is in person,” Tim comments.

“And you could just mind your business,” Jason replies.

Jason notices Tim pursing his lips; he’s no doubt repressing his snarky comeback due to it being Jason’s big day.

The sound of the door opening makes Jason snap his head in that direction. Is Dick already back with your note?

Stephanie walks in, a big smile on her face.

“I thought wedding days were supposed to be filled with happiness. What’s up, grouch?” Stephanie questions.

Jason releases a big sigh and turns to face her.

With a pout, he answers, “My tie keeps looking weird.”

She laughs. “You really are nervous, huh?”

Stephanie comes to stand in front of him, undoing his tie.

“Can you blame me? Things don’t exactly go well for us, and I need this day to go well.”

“Is that why there’s a gun in your jacket?” Damian pipes in.

Jason shrugs. He’d feel naked without it.

Stephanie flattens the tie against his chest then taps him to confirm she’s done. Jason turns to the mirror again, overanalyzing the article of clothing. It still doesn’t feel right, but he guesses it never will.

“Thanks,” Jason mutters.

Dick walks back into the room, holding up a small piece of paper.

Jason eagerly meets him halfway and snatches the item from his hand.

You’re unbelievable, Jay. Ditching is not an option! I’ll see you soon xoxo (:

Jason grins at your scribbling. He can tell you’re in a rush and wonders if you’re as nervous as him.

There’s less than an hour to go, and he can’t tell if time is moving too fast or too slow. He just knows he’s ready to say I do.

There was a time when Jason believed a day like this would just be a fantasy. He never thought he’d wear a ring on his left hand. Never thought he’d find a home in a person.

But he’s so glad he did.

Jason stares at you with a smile so large it makes his cheeks hurt. However, he feels it can’t be helped. He’s buzzing with overwhelming joy.

Though, despite that, there’s the ever-present dark cloud above his head, threatening to shower him with self-deprecating thoughts. Thoughts that he wishes he could overcome, but somehow they keep sprouting. The most consistent out of them all is that he’s not deserving of—

“Jay?”

He turns his face and his gaze finds yours. They’re analyzing his features.

“What’s going on up there?” you whisper, sitting at their table at the front of the room. Everyone around them is eating.

It’s then he realizes his smile has faded, leaving behind a dejected expression.

You raise a hand to rub at one of his temples, not wanting to mess up his hair.

“Sorry,” he sighs. His eyes close briefly. When he opens them, you’re still staring at him.

“I love you,” he blurts. “I love you so much.”

You grin widely, hand dropping to grab his.

“I know.” You steal a kiss and squeeze his hand.

Jason opens his mouth to ask if you love him but stops. Out of all the places, all the events, this one should be a clear beacon of how much you love him.

As if reading his thoughts, you lean in and hug him.

It takes everything in him not to pull you into his lap and cuddle you like a stuffed animal.

“You’re the best man I know,” you say close to his ear. “You’re caring, thoughtful, funny, a little bit of a smartass,” you pause to chuckle, “and deserving.”

You pull away but keep a hand on his shoulder blade.

“And not only do I love you, but so does everyone in this room,” you continue. “I couldn’t have married a better man. You’re mine, Jason Todd. You know that?”

Jason hates crying. He hates it even more when it happens in public. But for fucks sake, he can’t stop the two tears that glide down his cheeks.

You kiss one and wipe the other.

“There’s darkness in us all, but focus on the light. Focus on us.”

Jason nods. His heart is beating rapidly from your sweet words.

“I was only supposed to cry at the altar,” he mutters, trying to bring some humor—some light—back into the atmosphere.

You smile. He can tell you’re recalling his tears as he watched you descend the aisle.

“Guess it means you’re a bigger crybaby than me,” you tease. Sure, you’ve shed a tear or fifteen, but not as much as Jason.

“We’ll see about that,” he huffs but there’s a smile on his lips. “The night’s not over.”

“No, it is not, little bro,” a voice joins the conversation as a hand slaps down on Jason’s other shoulder roughly.

Dick grins down at Jason. There’s something in it that’s wicked.

Dick turns, retrieves the microphone from the DJ booth, then walks back. The music lowers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it’s time to start the fun,” Dick announces into the mic.

The room quiets as people’s attention shifts.

“I’d like to congratulate the lovely couple and share a few words,” he pauses to glance at Jason. “And you bet your zombie ass, I’ll be telling embarrassing stories too.”

Jason narrows his eyes at Dick, but one simple kiss from you on his cheek has him wilting in his chair.

He’s so done for.

Jason is perfectly content watching you on the dance floor from afar. But oh, that won’t do.

From being tossed from Stephanie to Dick, to Duke, to even Damian, he’s had his fair share of time away from his chair. A chair that his feet desperately miss.

“Woah, hey there, handsome,” you smile when you catch him. He sends Cass a glare as he stumbles after she made him spin.

“How are you still standing?” he groans, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist.

You shrug. “I’m surprised you’ve been dancing for so long.”

“I didn’t really have a choice,” he grumbles.

He watches you peep over his shoulder and giggle–no doubt seeing his family laugh.

Jason loves your giggles.

“I’m glad you didn’t. I liked watching you shake your little hips,” you joke and wiggle him as if to reenact his moves.

Jason groans louder and grips your waist tighter.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he almost whines.

You pull him closer, whispering, “I rather be under you.”

Jason stops breathing for a moment. A bunch of thoughts fill his head, none of which are appropriate for a public setting.

You pull away, sending him a wink before scurrying off to who knows where. Jason watches you go. He wants to go after you, but truthfully, it’s better if he doesn’t. Or else, he might just find a secluded spot and turn his thoughts into reality.

Jason lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Already can’t keep up?”

Jason turns to see Bruce at his side, eyeing you as you stop at your friends’ table. You throw your head back, laughing loudly as if no one can ruin your mood. You catch Bruce’s stare and smile sweetly—as if you didn’t just whisper something vulgar to Jason a second ago.

Bruce laughs softly, then directs his focus on Jason. He gives him a pat on the back like he’s done so many times before.

“I’m happy for you,” he says. “You’ve done well for yourself, son.”

Bruce gives Jason a genuine, big smile. It’s not one he sees much from him.

Jason nods. He may still have unresolved issues with the man, but there’s no mistaking the care and pride in his eyes.

“Thanks,” Jason says. He would say more, but he’s never been much of a talker… well, a sappy talker.

Bruce understands and gives him one more pat before he walks back to his table.

Jason takes one long sweep across the room. He takes in the pretty decorations and the smiling faces. He sees people who have been by his side through rough times and, now, one of his happiest.

His eyes land on you last.

You’re so beautiful that his heart churns.

Jason can feel the dark cloud forming above his head. He can hear the faint sound of thunder.

He shakes his head.

No.

Not today.

He won’t stand in the storm. He won’t be showered in doubt. If he were to be showered, he wanted it to be with your love.

Ignoring the thunder and drizzle, he moves away from the storm and makes a beeline for you.

Here, with his hand around your waist, there is sunshine and chirping birds. Here, there is happiness.

Here, there is love.

©️chaotic-birds // DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY Please consider reblogging if you liked this work to show your support. Feedback/commentary is always welcomed.

Dividers by @strangergraphics (ty!)

[forays-into-fiction]

Bambi

Eddie thinks he’ll be the one to corrupt her, little does he know she’s already kinkier and more depraved than his wildest dreams.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist

Minors DNI

I keep getting carried away with these, this is over 7000 words! I tried to balance fluffy, sweet and goofy with filthy, smutty and kinky, hopefully I pulled off the combo and it’s not too cringy lol.

@hard-candy-writing​ is to blame for this one, she put the idea in my head with this post and I just ran with it. It’s maybe not quite exactly the same as that post, but still in the same spirit. Also, check out her fics too they’re brilliant!

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage/Handcuffs, Mentions of Oral/Hints of Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Collaring, Praise Kink, The Slightest Degredation/Name-calling (Slut), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You practically skip over to his table where he sits surrounded by the rest of the Hellfire Club. Eddie can’t imagine what you’d want with him as you approach him, all frills and ruffles, your hair tied into pigtails with little bows. You come to stand beside him bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in front of you over your little, pleated snow-white skirt.

“Hi Eddie!” Your tone sweet as sugar, giving him a bright, dazzling smile.

“Uh… hi there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” He asks, eyeing you quizzically.

“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for milkshakes with me?” You ask shyly glancing down, toying with the charm bracelet around your wrist. What Eddie doesn’t realise though, is that your eyes end up glued to his little handcuff belt buckle as your mind races… wondering if he’d have an actual set of cuffs or if that was just part of his ‘style’.

He looks at you sceptically, “Me? You wanna go out… with me?” he points to his chest.

You look back up at him giggling, “Duh, silly that’s why I asked you.”

“Really? This isn’t some kind of joke or something?” His eyes narrow at you.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, “Of course not, that would be horrible! I would never do that!” You insist, pouting at him.

“Alright. If you say so.” He shrugs, still can’t believe his ears.

“Ok, so I guess I’ll meet you by your van after school?”

“Yeah, sure.” He replies unconvinced.

“Ok, well bye guys! See you later Eddie!” You wave to the group before bouncing away.

He spends the whole day thinking this had to be some sort of prank, there’s no way you’d actually be waiting for him. But lo and behold there you are leaning against the side of his van at the end of the day, he watches as you bend to peer in a sidemirror, reapplying your lip-gloss and smacking your lips.

As you stand back upright you catch sight of him, grinning and waving with your arm stretched up high, calling his name excitedly. He almost has to pinch himself, he can’t believe his eyes.

“So… milkshakes, was it?” He confirms as he approaches you.

“Yes, please.” You nod hopping into his van as he holds the door open for you.

The pair of you sit in the diner in a booth opposite one another, he orders chocolate, you order strawberry. When your milkshakes arrive, topped with whipped cream and cherries, Eddie picks his cherry off placing it beside his glass on a napkin. 

You pluck the cherry off of yours popping it between your lips, humming in delight, “Mmmh, my favourite.” Then swiping a finger through the cream and sucking it off the tip. 

Eddie gapes at you, you can’t know what you’re doing right, there’s no way, but you barely notice his reaction. You eye his cherry greedily, “You gonna eat that?” You point to it.

Eddie chokes in response, “Nope… uh, all yours.”

“Thanks.” You reply swooping in to steal it off his napkin without hesitation.

He’d never tell you, but he’d actually been saving the cherry for last.

He soon finds that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little princess. All too quickly becoming your personal chauffeur anywhere you wanted to go. He’d even let you listen to all your girly pop music, just to see how happy it made you. Not that he’d ever even pretend to like it, but he tolerates it, for you.

Until one day when you suggest, “Hey, Eds. Why don’t we listen to some of your music for a change?”

And he leaps at the chance, scrambling to find one of his cassettes popping it in for you. He’s surprised to find you actually like it, as you nod along, tapping your foot to the beat.

“What’s this song, Eds?” You hum curiously.

“Oh, uh it’s called Rainbow in the Dark, it’s by Dio.”

“Oh, like on your back patch, right?” You ask eagerly.

His chest swells more than he thought possible, full of happiness, “Yep that’s right, sweetheart. Can’t believe you remember things like that.”

“Is this the sort of music your band plays?”

“Yeah, I guess kinda.” He shrugs.

“Maybe I could come see you guys play at that bar you guys perform at.” You suggest hopefully.

He shakes his head, “Oh, no, no, no sweetheart The Hideout isn’t the type of place for you and plus it’s on a school night.”

You pout in response, going to protest, “But…”

Your protests die on your lips as he offers, “But you could come to band practice… if you wanted.”

“Really? That’s perfect, thanks Eds.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite you sooner. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t be into it.”

“Of course I’m into it. You’re my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to support you?”

He jerks in his seat, stuttering awkwardly, “I’m your… your boyfriend?”

Your stomach drops, was it too early, you’d only been on a handful of dates, this’d be your fourth, “Oh, uh yeah… unless… unless you don’t want to be…”

“No! I mean I do… want to be your boyfriend… want you to be my girlfriend … I just… it’s… never-mind. Yeah, I’m your boyfriend.” He settles back into the seat goofy grin plastered across his face.

When you get to your destination, he leaps out trotting around the hood of the van to open your door for you as usual, offering you his hand to help you down. You giggle and take his hand, he shuts the door behind you and you lead him away from the van, his hand still clasped in yours.

An idea strikes him all of a sudden, tugging on your hand gently and spinning you to face him. He’s blurting out, stumbling over his words, “Uhhhh, hey sweetheart, I know it’s not really your style or whatever, but uh… I want… now you’re like officially my girlfriend I want to… to give you something. Show everyone you’re mine.”

He fishes around under the collar of his shirt as he speaks. You bite your lip, without even knowing it, he’s got you pegged right from the start. You wanna be his, let everyone know it, let him claim you.

He pulls out his guitar pick necklace and twists your hand so that it faces palm up. He drops the pick into your hand, slowly lowering the chain to coil up alongside it.

He looks into your eyes nervously, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck “You don’t have to wear it or anything if you don’t want. I can get you something better once I save a bit more money-”

You cut him off with a short kiss to his lips, before slipping the chain over your head, squealing, “No! Eddie, I love it! I’m going to wear it all the time!”

He stares down at your chest as his pick settles between your breasts, wrapped up as they are in your snug, little pink cardigan before gazing back up at you.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, she likes it, thank fucking Christ, he thinks to himself with a dopey grin. Floating back down to earth his grin fading slightly, but not disappearing, he clears his throat, “Alright, come on let’s go before we’re late for the movie.”

He swaps positions with you now taking the lead, making sure he stands curb-side as he pulls you to walk alongside him. You tug on his arm and he pauses turning to you as you speak, “Wait… I wanna give you something too.”

You reach into your hair tugging on the end of a ribbon, you’d had wrapped around like a headband. It falls away and you bring his hand closer to you, looping it around his wrist beside the chain bracelet that’s already there and tying a bow.

He glances down, watching your nimble fingers working the soft, pink material. It stands out on his arm, a pop of colour amidst the darkness. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, still can’t believe any of this is real.

He stares at his wrist for a beat, before you break him out of it, “Ok, now let’s go.”

“Yeah, sure thing Bambi.” He mumbles.

He’d started in with that nickname a little while ago, but you’re still not quite sure why. All the little nicknames he called you brought you so much joy. Every ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’… you cherished them all.

Despite being your boyfriend now, he’d never felt like more of a perv than when he’s around you. He wants to take it slow with you, not rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with. 

However, he finds he can’t contain himself, stealing your dirty panties, peeping on you in the shower, jerking off into your lotion imagining you rubbing it into your skin the next day.

When you offer up your shower to him one day with a, ‘…why don’t you just shower here, silly. I don’t mind’, he does the same with your body wash this time. He’s surrounded by you, your scent, absolutely falling to pieces.

The smell of you clings to him for the rest of the day, can’t resist twisting his hair in front of his face, smelling your shampoo grinning stupidly. He ends up jerking off about three more times that day.

He feels conflicted about it though, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that, cute, innocent little y/n. There’s a part of him that wants to corrupt you, give in to all his devilishly, sinful thoughts, have his way with you. But it’s wrong, so wrong and the guilt eats him up.

It takes a while before you convince him to let you visit him at his place, he’s never been embarrassed about where he lives per se but when he compares his trailer to your perfectly, picturesque white picket fence suburbia he feels he doesn’t quite measure up. You on the other hand couldn’t care less.

“Oh, look Eds! A puppy!” You squeal pointing at the dog behind the fence trotting off to get a closer look, dirtying your white trainers in the mud without even noticing.

You bend at the waist offering your hand for the dog to sniff before scratching at its head. Your skirt rides up and flutters with a gust of wind, Eddie catches sight of the black ink at the junction of your hip, eyes bulging out of his skull, almost choking on his own tongue, “You have a tattoo?!”

“Mhmm.” You hum distractedly, fully focused on the dog in front of you.

“Can… can I see it?”

“Oh, yeah sure.” You stand turning to face him.

You scan the street for any potential witnesses, seeing none, you flip your skirt up, the little, trussed up kitten on full display beside your little lilac and white polka dot panties. Eddie chokes out a gasp, barely getting a glimpse at it before he’s rushing over to you pulling your skirt back down to cover you, “Bambi, you can’t just do that in the middle of the street!” He shrieks in a pitchy voice.

“What, why not? There’s no one here.”  You protest, his hand grips your wrist and he’s dragging you into his trailer.

As soon as he gets you inside, he rounds on you, answering, “Anyone could see you out there, you don’t know the kinda pervs that live here!”

“Awww, you one of those pervs Eds?” You giggle.

He splutters, “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“It’s ok, I’m only teasing.” You prod at his shoulder, “Hey, uh I wanted to ask… um, can I paint your nails?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes.

He looks down at you quizzically, “Uh, why?”

“I think it’d look hot, especially with your rings. Don’t worry I got black, got it special just for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart that’s adorable, you got it just for me?”

You nod eagerly, “Uhh huh. What do you think? Can I?”

He smirks, “You really think it’d be ‘hot’?”

“Yeah, sooo hot Eds, you have no idea.”

“Ok then. Did you wanna do it now?” He concedes.

“Yes, please!” You bounce, unable to contain your excitement and he chuckles at you.

“Come on, let’s head into my room then.”

He leads the way and you trail along behind him, he’d tidied up his room specially for you, hiding away a few choice items he thought you shouldn’t see. You don’t notice when he stiffens a little as he realises there’s something he missed. He spots a pair of your panties, stained with his cum poking out from under his bed he surges forward kicking them further under before doing an odd twirl spreading his arms and shouting a little louder than necessary, “Well, this is it!”

You grin at him, looking around the room you announce, “It’s great Eds, very you, I like it.”

Slipping your little powder blue backpack off your shoulders, setting it down on his bed and digging through it to pull out that bottle of black nail polish. You hold it up triumphantly before sitting on the edge of his bed, waving him over, “ You got some tissues or something around, don’t wanna ruin my skirt.”

“Yeah, just a sec.” He mumbles rushing off.

You take another glance around his room, giddy with excitement, you were in his room, on his bed.

He tumbles back in clutching a box of tissues, thrusting it into your arms, “Here ya go.”

You set the box down beside you, pulling a couple out and laying them over your thigh before looking up at him, “Sit please. On the floor, just there would be good.” You spread your legs a little giving him a space to slot into in front of you.

“Oh… uh… ok I guess.” He sinks to the floor on his knees.

“Thank you.” You grin at him sickly sweet. “Now I just need your hand.”

He nods offering you one and you grip it gently, bringing it to rest on your thigh over the tissue there. His fingers tremble slightly, breath catching in his throat as you let go of his hand leaving it there to open the nail polish. 

He’s suddenly hyperaware of his position between your legs, his hand on your thigh. His thoughts drift to the panties under his bed as a blush spreads over his cheeks, down his neck and his dick swells between his legs.

You get to work painting his nails, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration. When you finish one hand you bring it up to your lips, blowing over his fingers gently. His eyes dart between your glossy lips and your eyes, he has to fight back a moan.

“Next please! And careful with that hand it’s not going to be completely dry yet. Don’t want it to smudge.” You instruct him.

He nods mutely, painted hand dropping to rest on the bed beside you, you grab at the other and repeat the process.

“All done!” You hum smiling at him, “Now you gotta let them dry, you can blow on ‘em too. How about we put on one of your records and just relax for a bit?” You suggest.

He nods in agreement and you extricate yourself from your spot on the bed. Moving over to his record player that you’d spotted earlier, flipping through his collection and picking out one at random you set it up. Music fills the room, through the crackly speaker and you flop back onto his bed. He remains on the floor beside you.

You lean back sighing contentedly staring up at the ceiling when a thought occurs to you, propping yourself up on one arm you turn to him, “Hey, Eds?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why do you call me ‘Bambi’ all the time?”

“Well, it’s cause you’re all cute and innocent.” He states matter-of-factly.

“But I’m not though.” You pout back at him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“‘M not innocent, don’t know why everyone thinks I am.”

“But you are.” He insists.

“I’m not, you’ll see.” You protest.

He chuckles to himself, “Ok, sweetheart, if you say so.”

“You will see, next time we’re at my place. I promise.”

He scrambles up the trellis outside your bedroom, hoisting himself onto the roof. Just as he pops his head around to peer into your window, hand raised to knock against the glass he sees you. Completely bare… scratch that, bare except for the frilly little panties tangled around your ankle and his guitar pick bouncing around between the swell of your breasts. 

His breath catches in his throat, did you forget that you had invited him over? He can finally get a good look at that tattoo on your thigh by your hip. A fluffy kitten, paws under its chin, all knotted up in baby pink rope, a shibari design, the tail end of the rope clasped in its mouth, golden bell hanging off of it, surrounded by berries and leaves. Cute and innocent but also so very filthy at the same time, his mouth waters at the sight.

You’re sitting atop your large stuffed white tiger, Mr Stripes as he recalls from when you’d spread out all your stuffies introducing them all to him by name, one by one. 

You’re thrusting away with abandon, grinding against the tigers back, clutching at the stuffed head in front of you, your head thrown back moaning wantonly. He can hear it even through the glass, then suddenly your eyes are drawn to the window and you spot him, crouched there staring at you slack jawed. 

You hop off the tiger eyes lighting up, your panties slip away onto the floor as you bounce over to the window calling out his name. Pushing it open you pull him in with a hand scrunched into the front of his shirt. 

He stumbles through the window and you drag him over to sit on the edge of your bed. He grabs for the nearest item to shove into his crotch, hiding his raging erection.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” He gasps.

“Eddie don’t be silly, you know what I’m doing, I was just about to cum when you got here… can I… can I keep going?”

“Bambi, I don’t think I should… we shouldn’t…”

“Please, Eds wanna finish. I want you to watch.” You pout at him

“Fuck… I… ok, yeah you can finish.”

You squeal and kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you. Now watch, ok… and you don’t need to hide behind Miss Flopsy ya know, I already know you’re hard.”

He glances down at his lap and realises he had in fact grabbed your fluffy, floppy eared bunny, slowly removing it and placing it to the side a little awkwardly.

You hop back on top of the stuffed tiger resuming the roll of your hips and bringing one hand up to tweak at your nipple as you look directly into his eyes. He balls his hands into fists at his knees, clenching and unclenching them, swallowing harshly his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.

You moan and whine grinding into the fuzz beneath you, when an idea springs to your mind, “Edddiieee… can you take your cock out for me, please? Wanna watch you touching yourself when I cum.”

He splutters and chokes at your words, hesitating before he responds, despite everything in him screaming to do exactly what you just asked for, “Are you sure? Like really, really sure?”

You pout at him, “Yes Eds, I told you I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am, ok. Please I want this.”

“And you’re not just doing this to prove a point right? I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”

“No, Eddie please just let me watch you, let me give you a show.”

His hands fumble at his belt as he breaths out heavily, “Jesus Christ Bambi, where is all this coming from?”

“Hurry up Eds, need to see you, ‘m so close.”

He hurriedly pulls his cock free of its confines, his wet tip glistens and you gasp at the sight, “Yes Eddie, thank you.”

His hand glides up and down his length with ease, precum already bubbling up at the head adding to the slick shlucking sound that is produced as he fists his cock desperately, he’s almost embarrassed at how close he is already.

You moan encouragingly, “Such a pretty cock, look how pink it is… and shiny. Just wanna suck on it. Bet it’s sweet like a lolly, will you let me taste it?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum… you gonna cum with me Bambi?”

“God yes! Eddiiieee…” You wail as your hips move to match his pace, the dam inside you breaking and giving way to your body wracking orgasm. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling into your skull, hands digging into the stuffed toy beneath you in a vicelike grip as you ride it out.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groans coating his fist in his release as it sprays all over the blush pink duvet on the bed. He falls back limply, eyes drooping, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.

You pant, chest heaving, as you look at his messy hand still clasped around his cock. You slide off the stuffed toy inching closer to him, you grasp his wrist pulling his hand up to your face. His eyes snap open, looking at you curiously. You lick away his thick, white cream, your tongue laving over each digit, paying extra special attention to his ring-clad fingers. He lets out a guttural moan and you suck his pointer finger all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

He pulls his hand away, gasping “Stop, stop. What are you doing?”

His reaction stings, an awful feeling settling in your belly… you’d done it again, gone too far. Tears well up in your eyes, and you blubber, “S-s-sorry…”

The urge to comfort you overtakes all else and he’s scooping you into his lap, completely forgetting that you’re totally naked, that he’s still got his pants rolled down, cock out. He pulls you against his chest, you press your face into the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Hey, no, no, don’t cry. I should have stopped it sooner. You were too far gone, I should have known better.”

All at once he becomes acutely aware of your wet, puffy folds on top of him, his dick swelling in response… Oh god, no not now, not like this, not when she’s so distraught and crying… fuck… that’s it, he’s done for, he thinks.

“No, I’m sorry… I-I…”You whimper.

“Bambi, talk to me. Tell me how I can make it better.”

“Wh-what…?” You look up at him blinking away tears, “You’re… you’re not mad at me? You don’t think I’m gross?”

“What?! Why on earth would I think that?”

You can’t hold back the weepy tirade, and he lets you blubber on, “W-well my… my last boyfriend he… he couldn’t handle the stuff I was into either… he called me a freak, said he never wanted to see me again… an-and I tried to take it slow, hold back with you.”

You take a big, shaky breath before continuing, “Didn’t wanna scare you o-off too… cause I really, really like you Eds… b-but you’ve barely even tried to touch me li-like that and we’ve been dating for weeks now… I was going crazy, I just had to do something.”

He holds up a hand huffing angrily, “Hold up. First of all, what do you mean ‘scare me off’, who said I can’t handle this? That was hot as fuck. And second of all, who the fuck was that creep, there has got to be something seriously wrong with him… if he-he…”

You cut him off squeezing his shoulder, “Eddie, it’s ok, it’s fine forget about him. Please, tell me why you stopped me. Why do you think we should have stopped sooner?”

“Come on Bambi, why do you think? Look at you always so cute and innocent. I shouldn’t corrupt you like that… I shouldn’t be dragging you down with me like this… turning you into some pervert.”

“Eddie, enough with the ‘cute and innocent’ stuff… and I can feel that, by the way. The way your dick twitched when you talked about ‘corrupting’ me…” You grind down on him and he whimpers hanging his head in shame.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be, this is what I wanted, ok. Wait. Wait here a minute let me show you what I really mean.” You slide out of his grip trotting off into your walk-in wardrobe.

You emerge carrying what you had affectionately dubbed the treasure chest, a moderately sized wooden box that you’d covered in stickers. You’d been dying to do a little show and tell with him, just like you had with all your stuffies. Again, in the interest of not scaring him off you’d held off, but now seemed a good a time as any to really make your point.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“More toys.” You grin at him.

“I thought you showed me all your toys, told me all their names and everything.”

“Yeah, I did show you all those toys, but I didn’t tell you everything about them. Let’s start there, ok? So, you saw me riding Mr. Stripes. He’s one of the best for that, firm but soft and fuzzy. Perfectly shaped cushion to sit on, something to grab on to, it’s like he was made for it.”

“Fuck, yeah saw the way you were bucking against him.” You notice his hand twitching, making slight moves towards his fat dick resting between his thighs.

You nod towards his crotch, “You can keep touching yourself if you want.”

“God, sweetheart I don’t know if I can take much more of this. My poor little heart might just give out. How did you keep all of this hidden away for so long?”

“Told ya didn’t wanna scare you off, I care about you too much Eds. Anyway, Mr. Stripes was my favourite stuffie for a long time, but then you gave me my little Eddie Bear.”

He gasps, hand drifting towards his cock gripping it lazily, “Yeah, uhh huh. I remember Eddie Bear.”

He recalls the day he’d gifted that to you, he’d cut a small hole into the bear and fucked it ‘til he came deep inside. Stitching it up carefully afterwards so you’d never notice.

“And when you did, he smelled just like… you. And then I rode him so much, over and over, just thinking of you. So many times, ‘til he didn’t smell like you anymore. I was a bit sad about that, though.” You lament.

He groans, a rumbling sound deep from his chest, as he continues stroking his throbbing cock, thumbing at the tip, “Yeah, what else? Tell me more, Bambi.”

“Well, sometimes I like to make all the other stuffies watch while I ride one of them, but the really fun toys are in here…” You hold up the chest.

“What’s in there sweetheart, you gonna show me like you did with all your other toys?”

You nod eagerly, placing the box on the bed and take a seat in front of it cross-legged, he chuckles at you, “Um these ones don’t really have names… except one. That one is my absolute favourite! Do you want me to show you that one first?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.” His hand drops to fondle his balls for a moment as you continue.

You swing back the lid of the box on its hinges, holding so it blocks his view of everything inside, “Ok, so I call this my little treasure chest…”

“That’s cute, Bambi, I like that.” He remarks as you shuffle around the box in search of a particular item.

“Ok get ready, this one is called Mr. Flopsy…”

He grins at you, but that falters and his hand moves to squeeze the base of his cock firmly, eyes widening as you pull out a six-inch, translucent pink, sparkly rabbit vibrator, it’s almost the same circumference around as it is long. It’s not the most intimidating one in your collection but it is one of your favourites.

He inhales sharply before groaning out, “God fucking damn! That is not what I was expecting when you said ‘toys’. Jesus H Christ Bambi if you asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t have even thought you knew what one of those was!”

“Well, I do mister, so now do you believe I’m not just little Miss Innocent?”

He nods and hums in a strained way, “Uh huh, yep mm hmm.”

“So, see Mr. Flopsy is my favourite cause he’s all pink and sparkly and look a little bunny… that’s why I call him Mr. Flopsy.” You flick the ears on the toy and Eddie groans in response, just the thought of where those little ears have been drives him wild.

“He might not be the biggest in the collection, but he makes up for it in every other way.”

He resumes stroking along his length, whining, “Please can I see you use Mr. Flopsy?”

“Yeah, you really wanna?” You smile up at him sweetly, eyes lighting up.

“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart. You gonna do it for me?”

“Yes, but not now, there’s still a whole lot more to show you first.”

“Can’t we do that some other time?”

“Nope.” You reply cheekily.

“Ugh, do we have to go one by one though? Can’t you just dump it all out?” He groans frustratedly.

“Ok, I guess… for you, but you’ll have to help me pack up later.” You concede, tipping over the chest and letting everything tumble out.

Piles of rope and collars and nipple clamps and chains and dildos and fuzzy handcuffs, and more, in all shades of pastel colours cascade over the bed. He drops his slick, leaky cock, wiping his hand off along the duvet before rummaging through the pile in front of him. His cock bobs up and down in his lap desperate for attention.

“Oh, this is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Who knew you were such a kinky, little…” He pauses abruptly, you can tell he’s holding back.

“Go on Eds, call me dirty names, tell me I’m a kinky, little slut… is that what you were going to say? ‘Cause I’ll be your little slut, all yours, just for you. I’ll be your little present all wrapped up in bows, let you tie me up, split me open on your cock…”

He cuts you off pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips colliding with your own over the paraphernalia laying beneath you. You break apart breathlessly, whining “Need you Eds, please…”

He rushes to strip off his clothing, tossing his jeans clear across the room in his haste. He glances down into the items scattered before him, in search of something…

“You gonna tie me up?” You ask hopefully.

“Sorry, Bambi not this time…” he spots what he was looking for, “…but I will be using these… if that’s ok?” He holds up a pink, fluffy pair of handcuffs, dangling them off a finger.

“Oh, that is more than ok Eddie.”

“I’m going to guess you’re familiar with the traffic light system, right?”

You nod proudly, “Uh huh, sure am.”

“Good, we’ll use that for now, ok?”

“Ok, Eddie, all green from me.” You offer him your wrists without him even asking.

“Oh, what a good girl you are, but first I’m going to need you to make some room on the bed. Just scoop all of that back into its box and set it on the floor, we can deal with it later…” 

You nod mutely and do as you’re told while he continues, “… and you can tell me all about every little thing in there while we do. Your stuffies can stay and watch the show though.” He smirks at you.

Once the bed is clear, you kneel in the centre, resting back on your heels, all your stuffies and flowery, fluffy pillows propped up behind you. You look up at him through your long lashes waiting with baited breath for his next move. He cups your cheek, caressing it with a thumb, “You wanna be my good girl, my good little slut?”

“Y-yes please. Can I… can I call you ‘sir’?”

“Oh, Bambi so precious, so cute… yes, you may call me ‘sir’.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Anything for you princess. Now, how would you like to be cuffed… hands behind your back or to your bed frame?”

“To the bed, please.” You scoot back closer to the head of the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and squishing up against the toys and pillows.

“Such good manners. Did your mummy and daddy teach you that? Are they home now?” Coming up beside you he guides your hands one at a time, first closing a fluffy cuff around one wrist, then looping it through the bed frame and cuffing the other hand.

You shake your head, sinking down into the mattress your legs falling open, “Nuh uh, they’ve gone out. Won’t be home for hours.”

He moves to rest between your spread legs, humming in your ear, a finger brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face. “Hmmm, that’s strange why did you tell me to come in through the backyard then? Why’d you ask me not to use the door?”

“‘Cause… ‘cause I wanted you to catch me, thought maybe if you did…” You trail off distracted by his breath heating the side of your face.

Drawing back slightly he questions, “What did you think sweetheart? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to control myself? That I’d just take you right there as soon as I saw you?”

“Maybe… something a little like that.” You admit shyly.

“Well, aren’t you lucky then, that worked out quite nicely for you, didn’t it? I think it was very naughty though, don’t you?” He teases with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Sir?”

“I think someone needs to be… punished.” He proceeds cautiously.

“No, sir please I’ll be good. I’m your good girl remember.”

He gives you a slightly concerned look, “Colour?”

You grin back at him, “Green, sir.”

He runs a hand over your thigh, you shiver in response squeezing your legs together around him, “Ok, I have an idea… maybe more of a fun punishment. How’s that?”

“O-ok.” You agree shakily.

He continues “Well, since you decided to tease me with Mr. Flopsy, how about I use him on you… but you’re not allowed to cum.”

You pout, “Aww, that’s not fair.”

“Ah, ah, thought you said you were going to be my good girl?” He tuts at you, “The next time you cum I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Want you to get it all wet and sloppy for me.”

“I-I can do that for you.” You assure him breathily.

“I know, just wait right there for me while I find Mr. Flopsy.” He leans over the edge of the bed and riffles through the ‘treasure chest’.

You giggle, jiggling the cuffs around your wrist, “I can’t go anywhere Eds.”

“Ha got it!” He pulls out the toy holding it up proudly, before fiddling with the buttons on its base.

You’re practically shivering with anticipation as he cycles through the settings getting familiar with it. When he finds the button that makes the shaft thrust back and forth, with a gasp his head snaps to you, “I didn’t know it did that!”

You smirk at him, “Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Why, don’t we see just how good it is, sweetheart?” He turns off the vibrations and the thrusting tip before making his way back to you. He trails the toy over your body slowly, lingering when he brings it up between your breasts alongside his guitar pick.

He looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, “Why don’t you start by getting Mr. Flopsy all nice and wet for me with your mouth?”

You nod in agreement and he holds the toy against your lips, they part. You lick up and down the shaft, letting your drool dribble all over it before wrapping your lips around the tip giving it a suck.

He groans in response as you try to take more of the shaft into your mouth. He pulls the toy away, “I think that’s enough now, are you still trying to tease me? Still being a naughty girl?”

You shake your head, “No just… just like having something to suck on. It feels good for me too… really like sucking on dick… ‘s like a little treat, like a lollipop, but better.”

“Fuuuuck, baby we are going to have to explore that a whole lot more soon-”

You interrupt him eagerly adding, “Balls! I like balls too! Wanna worship every inch of you Eds.”

A strangled groan escapes his lips, he grits his teeth, “God you really are gonna give me a heart attack ya know.”

“How’re… how’re you doing Eds?” You ask, checking in with him too.

“Oh, I’m green. I’m so fucking green I’m an emerald, ‘bout as hard as one too.”

You giggle at the comparison, “Well, come on let’s get to my… funishment then.”

“Oh, little princess thinks she can give orders now. Well, you’ll soon learn to be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”

He takes the slobbery toy and runs it through your folds, prodding at your clit a few times before turning it on. The vibrations start out gentle as he continues his motions, slowly he begins easing the toy into your slick entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, sighing as he eases it in further and further. The little rabbit ears press into your clit and he starts the vibrations on those to.

“Oh, Eddie feels so good.” You whine.

“Remember no cumming on your toy this time.” He warns.

“I promise Eds, I’ll be good.”

He groans along with you and increases the intensity of the vibrations, “Let me know when you’re close ok?”

“Yes, sir,”

He gives an experimental thrust with the toy gauging your reaction, your wrists pull on their restraints and you moan. He ups the intensity yet again before remembering the thrusting feature, he pushes the toy all the way in and you feel your wetness flood around it.

He starts the thrusting action of the toy then waves his hands around grinning, “Look Bambi, no hands.” 

Your giggle turns into a broken moan as he increases the speed of the thrusting toy inside you. His hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Your hips begin to raise off the mattress, attempting to match the movements of the toy buzzing away inside you. You gasp, “Please, sir… please, please, please. I’m so close…”

And then all at once all sensation is gone, ripped away from you right at the precipice as he removes the toy. You whine at the loss, hips still bucking away in search of more.

“Oh, I know, I know…” He coos down at you, pressing your hips back down into the mattress.

“Fuck… Eddie, please I need you. Please fuck me.”

“If only I knew what a little slut you really were, we could’ve been doing this ages ago, you know that right?” He switches off the toy and licks it clean of your juices before dropping it down on the bed beside you.

You whimper beneath him, “Yes, sir I know. ‘m sorry I made you wait. Please I need you now, we can make up for all the lost time.”

“Oh, my pretty little princess, we will be making up for it…” he growls before guiding his slick cock into your wet heat. He slams in all at once. The toy is nothing compared to him and his impressive length, but the preparation and all your arousal is enough to have him sliding in with ease.

He rests there for a moment gazing down at you, before checking in breathlessly, “You… hmmm… you good down there?”

You look up at him nodding, “… mhmmmm… perfect Eds, green.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pulling his hips back and slamming into you once more. “Don’t… don’t know if I’ll be able to last long… ya got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He manages to pant out. Head hanging forward his hair flopping into his face as he braces himself with his hands on the bed frame by your own.

“I-I think I have some idea… hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweetheart? You still good?”

“Yep, just… hngh… just… can you cum inside me, please?”

His hips stutter and he groans, “God fucking damn, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You look up at him desperate and needy, “Please, sir. Please, wan’ it nice and deep.”

“Fuuuuck… shit yeah, yeah gonna cum soon. Gonna give it all to you.”

You strain at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to grab a hold of something… tug on his long hair that dangles in his face, crumple the sheets, squeeze your stuffies, a pillow… anything. Instead, you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in deeper mewling desperately with each thrust.

“Are you close?” He pants above you.

“So close Eds, so close… you gonna cum with me when I soak that perfect cock of yours?”

He lets out the most hopeless, pathetic whine, “God… fuck… yes, yes, yes…”

He grabs the discarded vibrator turning it on and pressing it into your clit sending you into orbit, you pulse around him rhythmically, gushing all over his length with a scream and call out his name.

It doesn’t take long for him either, the feeling of you clamping down around him, the added vibrations from the toy. He unloads into you with a cry of his own. The feel of his warm, thick cum painting your walls only prolongs the sensation for you. When he slides his dick out, your combined fluids dribble out, running between your cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath you.

He’s still holding the toy against you as you tremble with aftershocks, “S-stop, ‘m sensitive Eds, please.” You gasp out.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He grins sheepishly, removing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside.

He hooks a finger into the chain linking your cuffs, “Keys?”

“Bedside table. Top drawer. They’re pink.”

“Of course they are.” He chuckles and leans over to retrieve the keys.

He undoes the restraints and rubs at your wrists soothingly before scooping you up into his arms and manoeuvring you to lay against his chest.

His fingers trail along the chain draped over your neck, settling on the guitar pick, toying with it, “So, you kept this on, huh?”

“Yeah, uh it’s… it’s kinda like a collar in a way, but… more. More personal. More special. Been wearing it more than my actual collars now. More than any pretty little ribbon too.”

He gives it a gentle tug and you whine in response.

“You like wearing it, like it’s your own little special collar showing everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes Eds, God yes.” You breath out, pausing for a beat before asking hopefully, “What about you, do you still have the ribbon I gave you?”

“I could never part with my lady’s favour.” He declares, spinning the bracelet around his wrist to show the chain side where he’d woven the ribbon through the links.

You reach down running your fingertips over it, overwhelmed by your emotions, it has you blurting out, “I love you, Eddie.”

He sighs, “I love you too.”

“Do you think after we clean up, we can go for milkshakes?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart... with whipped cream and extra cherries too.”

You squeal in delight, “Thank you, Eddie! Best boyfriend ever!”

He pulls you in for a lingering kiss, before pulling away whispering, “Alright, then better get up if we’re gonna get to the diner.”

[lecsainz]

Can you do something where Carla and Arthur are at the beginning of their relationship and organize a dinner to introduce the families and Carla's older sister is just the prettiest and nicest girl Charles has ever met and he can't stop staring at her all night until he has the courage to talk to her?

Sorry if it's too confuse!

meeting of families

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: charles being lovely, kitchen disasters, their shy yet adorable moments, everyone noticing the connection between them.

authors note: i found it so, so cute to write this request. in my mind it was charles still at the beginning of his f1 career, which is why the reader doesn't know much about it, even though it's unlikely because it's monaco.

word count: 1.2K

Carla and Arthur had been dating for a few months, and they decided it was time to introduce their families to each other. Carla organized a dinner at her family's house, and Arthur brought his mother and siblings.

As they were all settling in and making small talk, Charles couldn't help but notice Carla's older sister, Y/N. She was absolutely stunning, with her long hair and sparkling eyes. Charles found himself staring at her all night, unable to take his eyes off her.

Finally Charles worked up the courage to approach her. "Hi, I'm Charles." he said, holding out his hand. 

Y/N smiled warmly and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Charles. I've heard so much about you from Carla and Arthur." she said.

Charles felt a wave of relief wash over him and he chuckled nervously. "I hope it was all good things." he said.

As they made their way to the dinner table, Charles and Y/N accidentally bumped into each other, causing her to stumble. Without hesitation, Charles caught her by the waist, steadying her. "Careful there." he said with a small smile, feeling the warmth of her body against his hand. Y/N blushed slightly, grateful for his quick reflexes.

"Thank you." she said, looking up at him with a shy smile. Charles couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in the dim light of the dining room. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, and he found himself wanting to get to know her better.

As they sat down at the table, Charles couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N throughout the meal. He was mesmerized by her beauty and captivated by her easy laughter and conversation with the others. Every time their eyes met, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Lorenzo, who had noticed Charles' infatuation with Y/N, leaned over and whispered, "You're smitten, aren't you?" Charles blushed furiously and stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur and Carla, who had also caught onto the situation, exchanged amused glances.

Y/N noticed the exchange and couldn't help but feel a little flattered by Charles' apparent interest in her. As the night went on, she found herself stealing glances at him as well, admiring his sharp wit and charming smile.

After dinner, Y/N offered to help with the dishes and Charles volunteered to assist her. As they were clearing the table, Y/N reached over to grab a dish and accidentally knocked over a glass of red wine, spilling it all over Charles' shirt.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed, flustered as she grabbed a napkin to try and clean the stain.

Charles chuckled, trying to put her at ease. "Don't worry about it, accidents happen." he said, still feeling the wetness of the wine seeping through his shirt.

She continued to apologize, but Charles just smiled and assured her that it was okay. 

As they both bent down to pick up the pieces of the shattered wine glass, their heads collided, causing them to bump into each other. "Ow!" they both said simultaneously, rubbing their heads. Charles chuckled and said, "I guess that's what they mean by getting to know someone head over heels." Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his cheesy joke, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity with him.

Y/N stood up, brushing off her hands. "Come on, follow me. I'll find you another shirt." she said with a reassuring smile. Charles nodded gratefully and followed her into the house. They walked towards Y/N's room, Charles and Y/N's hands instinctively found each other. The touch was electric, sending shivers down both of their spines.

Once they were in her room, she rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, Y/N couldn't help but notice how handsome Charles was even in his slightly disheveled state. "So, tell me about yourself, Charles." she said, trying to make conversation.

Charles smiled at Y/N and replied, "Well, I'm a formula 1 driver. It's a pretty exciting job, and I get to travel to different countries and compete against some of the best drivers in the world."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that's amazing! It must be quite a rush to drive those cars at such high speeds." she said, impressed.

Charles nodded, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "It definitely is. The adrenaline rush you get from driving at those speeds is indescribable. It's a feeling that's hard to replicate in any other situation." he said.

As Y/N handed him a fresh shirt, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Charles. His passion for his work and his easygoing nature were both incredibly appealing.

As Charles pulled off his stained shirt and reached for a clean one, he noticed Y/N leaning against the counter, her eyes fixed on him. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as he met her gaze.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his heart racing a little faster than usual.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... I can't help but notice how good-looking you are." she said, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

Charles felt his own cheeks flush as he chuckled nervously. "Thanks, I guess?" he replied, feeling a mixture of flattery and disbelief.

Y/N smiled shyly and pushed herself off the counter. "Let's get back to the others before they start to worry." she said.

As they walked back to the dining room, Pascale couldn't help but notice a certain glow in her son's eyes. She watched as he walked alongside Y/N, chatting away comfortably, and felt a pang of joy in her heart. She had never seen Charles look so happy before.

After dinner, they said their goodbyes at the door, Charles couldn't resist tucking a strand of Y/N's hair behind her ear. Arthur and Carla exchanged knowing glances, and Carla playfully nudged Y/N's arm. "Looks like someone made an impression on Charles." she teased.

Y/N blushed and swatted her sister's arm. "Oh, stop it!" she said with a laugh.

Lorenzo joined in on the teasing. "I guess we'll have to add Y/N's name to the list of things Charles is passionate about, along with cars and speed." he joked. Charles rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, you can't blame me for being passionate about beautiful things." he said with a grin, looking directly at Y/N. She blushed even deeper and glanced down at her feet, feeling a flutter in her stomach.

As the families were saying their goodbyes, Pascale pulled Charles aside. "I noticed something different about you tonight, Charles. Something... special." she said, smiling warmly at him.

Charles looked at his mother, surprised. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean that you seemed... happy. Truly happy." Pascale replied. "And I have a feeling it has something to do with that lovely young lady, Y/N."

Charles felt his face flush with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny his feelings. "I don't know, Mom. It's just... she's amazing. And I can't stop thinking about her." he admitted.

Pascale smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, then don't. Life is too short to hold back on something that makes you happy." she said, giving him a small squeeze.

Charles nodded, feeling a sense of determination rise in him. He was going to see where things went with Y/N, no matter what.

[lee-laurent]

Summer Boy - Quinn Hughes

Summary: When Jack brings his best friend to the family lake house for the summer, Quinn realizes the crush he's been harbouring for years may not be one-sided, the only issue his youngest brother is already making moves.

Content: slight angst, fluff, heated make-out

notes: let me know what you think!! this is my first fic on here and i def need to work on getting back into writing :D def not my best work, i don't love it but here we go. def can do a part 2 if anyone wants

Elwyn leaned her head against the cold window of the car, feeling the vibrations reverberate through her body. Jack had fallen asleep about half an hour into the drive, and Elwyn wasn't sure how to join Cole and Trevor's conversation without it being awkward. Quinn, Luke, and some of Luke's college friends were driving up in another car, leaving Elwyn alone and bored for the last few hours.

"You doing alright back there, Winnie?" Cole smiled, catching the brunette's attention from the back seat.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Jack's snoring is getting on my nerves though."

Cole chuckled, catching a glimpse of his friend in the rearview mirror.

"Well, you better wake him up; we'll be there in ten," Trevor laughed.

Elwyn nodded, pushing her best friend as hard as she could while restrained by her seatbelt.

"Ahhh! What the fuck, Winnie? I was sleeping"

Winnie just shrugged. Jack rolled his eyes in response, pouting at her.

"I was having a really nice dream."

"Yeah, what was it about?" she mused.

"Oh, it was amazing. Just me and the boys went on vacation, and I didn't have to bring my stupid best friend named Elwyn. It was pretty much paradise on earth."

Elwyn gasped, "You invited me, you cocksucker!"

"And I'll regret it every day for the rest of my life."

"If Jack didn't invite you, I'm sure Lule would have. He basically loves you," Cole laughed.

"That's not true. Luke doesn't love her, Q-" Trevor started, but was cut off by a slap to his chest from Cole.

Elwyn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Jack smirked at her in victory, before turning his attention to his phone. The rest of the drive was mostly silent. Jack on his phone, Trevor driving, Cole pointing out the occasional thing he saw, and Elwyn watching as they sped past the lake, the blue looking almost endless.

"Ellie!" Dylan shouted, throwing his arms around the girl. They rocked back and forth, bright smiles plastered on their faces.

"Why does Elwyn get a bigger hug than I did?" Luke questioned, "She doesn't own the house."

"I love Elwyn so much more than you," Dylan joked, narrowing his eyes at his past roommate.

El snatched her duffle bag out of Jack's hands, dissappearing into the house. Jack sighed, grabbing his bag and following her inside.

"You know I love you, Winnie?" he whispered.

"I know, Jack. I love you too," she giggled, flopping down onto the bed in the room that she had claimed, between Luke and Quinn's.

"I still don't get why you don't want to share a room with me. I'm like the best roommate ever."

"Jack."

"Yeah?"

"You snore and steal all the blankets. You're a terrible roommate."

Before Jack could protest, a snicker came from the doorway. Luke was standing there, his body leaned against the frame. Elwyn offered him a small wave, which he gladly returned.

"What's up?" Jack asked.

"Oh, um, Quinn needs help with something out back. Wanted me to ask you to help, Rowdy."

"Why can't El do it?" he groaned.

"Cause if El did it, Quinn would - never mind. Just go help him, dipshit."

"Fine. You coming, Winnie?" Jack sighed.

"I guess," she shrugged, letting him drag her into the backyard.

A few of the guys were playing spikeball, but Quinn was desperately trying to get the boat cover off. It seemed like it had been superglued on. He looked up when he heard two new voices enter the yard. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped what he was doing when he saw Elwyn walking in step with Jack. He had specifically told Luke not to send her hout, why couldn't he follow simple instructions?!

"Hey, Quinn," Elwyn smiled, twisting one of the rings she had on.

"H-hey, Elwyn. How's it going?"

"Would be better if your brother wasn't so annoying?"

"Who? Luke?" Jack smiled, earning a punch in the arm.

Quinn chuckled nervously, turning his attention to his brother, "Can you hekpl me with this, Jack? I think Dad fucking superglued it on."

"Sure," Jack sighed, climbing up onto the boat with his brother.

Quinn tried his best to keep his attention on the boat, but that was proving difficult with Elwyn there. Quinn had had a crush on Elwyn for as long as he could remember. It was hard with her always being around because of Jack. And it was going to be even more difficult now that she was spending the next two weeks of summer with them.

"Quinn! Quintin! Hello?" Jack waved his hand in front of his brother's face.

"Huh?"

"You zoned out. Elwyn's going to help Luke with something inside."

"Oh, uh, okay."

"Are you okay, dude?"

"I'm fine, Jack. Just help me with the boat."

Jack raised his hands in defence as Quinn rolled his eyes.

Elwyn laughed as Luke splashed water from the sink at her. He had asked her to clean some of the dishes that the boys had used for lunch before she arrived with Cole, Trevor, and Jack.

"Stop!" she giggled, flicking some soap at him.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to get you all wet," he winked.

"LUKE!"

"Sorry, sounded funnier in my head," he rubbed the back of his neck, his face flushing.

"It was funny, Luke. No sweat."

Just as he was about to open his mouth and make things worse, Trevor walked in slapping him on the back.

"Mind if I steal, Lukey boy. We need another person to play pool."

"Sure. Leave the only woman to do the dishes," Elwyn shook her head.

"I- I can stay, Winnie. Mark or Ethan can play for me."

"It's fine, Rusty. I'm just kidding around."

Luke gave her a thumbs up, drying off his hands and disappearing with Trevor into the other room. Elwyn giggled at Luke's awkwardness, wondering where his sudden flirting had come from. She thought it was endearing almost. She was used to Jack's friends flirting with her, but his younger brother... that was new. It intrigued her, although Jack would shoot Luke on the spot if he overheard.

Elwyn sat cuddled up next to Jack in a deck chair, a blanket thrown over her legs that were propped on Jack's, one of his many Devils hoodies swallowing her frame. She choked on her beer as Trevor continued his story about striking out terribly at a club a few days before.

"What do you think, El? Who's got the best moves here?" Cole cackled.

"I- um, Quinn? Maybe? Like the quiet, mysterious type? Girls like that."

Quinn could feel his face heating up as the group of guys broke out in laughter.

"Quinn?! Are you kidding? Quinn's too busy thinking about-"

"Trevor! What were you saying about beer pong?" Cole cut him off.

"Oh, right! Me and Cole versus Elwyn and.... Luke!"

Don't be jealous. Don't be jealous, Quinn repeated in his head.

"Are you any good, Ellie?" Dylan asked.

"Oh, I mean, I'm okay... I guess."

"Don't be humble, Winnie! She's a pro! Whenever she comes to Jersey, we destroy everyone!" Jack claimed, smiling brightly.

"We'll see about that," Trevor smirked.

Elwyn sighed, getting up from her comfy spot next to Jack. Luke wrapped his arm around her shoulders, directing her towards the table the boys had set up not far from where the fire was. This way the group around the fire could still watch the game, while enjoying the warmth.

Trevor and Cole went first, both missing. Elwyn dipped the ball in a cup, before tossing it. Luke cheered as it landed in the cup, pulling her into a side-hug by her waist. Quinn gripped his drink a little tighter.

The game continued similarly, although Trevor and Cole sunk a few balls, leaving Elwyn feeling pretty tipsy. She sunk the last ball and Luke picked her up, spinning her around. She laughed, her anxiety from earlier being wiped away by the alcohol in her system. He placed her back down on the ground, staring into her eyes. She giggled, watching his eyes flicker to her lips. Jack, however, also noticed. He quickly walked over to the table, slapping Luke on the back, breaking him from his Elwyn induced stupor. Quinn was thanking whatever god was watching over him, because he felt like he was going to puke watching the moment between his youngest brother and the girl he was hopelessly in love with.

"Alright, I think it's time we head in," Jack said, a fake smile on his face.

"Why? We're having fun," Elwyn slurred, placing her hand on Luke's chest.

"Because... you've had too much to drink, Winnie."

"What? No, I have not. I'm fine, Jacky. You worry too much."

Jack could see Elwyn wasn't coming in without a fight, however he was starting to feel like if he left her out here any longer she'd be making out with Luke. He was not about to let that happen.

"Come on, El. If we go to bed now, we'll be able to wake up early and spend more time on the boat. And you can wear that swimsuit you were telling me about."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the new bikini she had purchased for this trip. It was beyond cheeky and the cutest shade of red. Deep down she was hoping it would grab the attention of one of Luke's friends. Didn't matter which one, she just wanted to get laid. It had been a while and it was starting to get to her. She nodded in excitement, letting Jack intertwine their fingers and walk into the house.

As soon as she was gone, Luke's friends hopped out of their seats, hollering and playfully slapping the boy.

"Damn, Hughesy! Tryin' to make a move on Winnie in front of Jack! Ballsy as fuck!" Ethan laughed.

"I see you, Luke. Get the girl!"

"Okay, Rusty! I see you!"

Quinn had heard enough. Elwyn was not some object to win over. He stood up from his chair and stormed into the house. Passing Elwyn's room, he peered in to check on her, but she wasn't there. Confused, he peeked into Jack's room. On Jack's bed laid a very drunk Elwyn and a tipsy Jack. He was attempting to get her to change into some of his clothes, but she was already half asleep. Jack looked over at his door when he heard the floor creak, noticing his brother looking in, he got up and pushed the door shut in his face.

"Come on, El. You don't want to sleep in jean shorts. You'll wake up and complain. I know you."

El just whined and started pulling her shorts down her legs. While it wasn't the first time she'd undressed in front of her lifelong best friend, it still caught him off guard. He turned around and faced the wall, laughing when he felt the shorts hit him on the back.

"Happy?" she mumbled.

"Yes, now get under the covers. I'll join in a minute."

"Night, Jacky."

"Good night, Winnie."

Jack sighed, climbing in next to Elwyn. He knew she wouldn't remember anything when she woke up, but if Luke did he was ready to kick his ass. He could feel the anger bubbling in his chest, when suddenly a leg swung over his and a sigh came from next to him. He laughed, pulling Elwyn into his chest. He'd kill Luke later, right now he needed sleep.

Elwyn groaned, shoving her face further into Jack's neck. At least, she assumed it was Jack's neck. She didn't remember much of the night before after beer pong started. Slowly, she peeled open her eyes. Yep, it was Jack. Thank god. Jack muttered something, his grip on her waist tightening. There were no blankets on El, as she had predicted, Jack had stolen them all. Where were her shorts? Carefully, she moved Jack's arm off her, climbing out of the bed. She slid on her shorts and ran across the hall to her room.

God, she needed a shower.

Next thing Elwyn knew, she was out on the boat surrounded by boys. The boat was pretty full, so she found herself perched on Jack's lap, listening to the boys talk about hockey. She couldn't help but notice Luke's gaze that kept falling on her, she'd just flash him a tight-lipped smile every time their eyes met. The boat stopped and most of the boys jumped into the water, Elwyn however was going to use this time to tan. She slipped off her shorts and lay down on the bench of the boat, basking in the feeling of the sun on her skin.

Quinn, who was treading water next to Luke, was trying not to stare. It was proving difficult though, seeing the girl in her barely there bikni, reading a book. He felt like a hormonal teenager, especially when she started applying more sunscreen to her body. He could have sworn that his gulp was audible, as she trailed her hands over her chest and shoulders.

"Someone needs a cold shower," Ethan laughed, patting Luke on the back. Quinn's head whipped in the direction of his brother. Had Luke been staring too? Since when was Luke interested in Elwyn? Was his little brother his competition now?

"Winnie! Get in!" Jack complained from the water.

"No. I'm tanning."

"You've been tanning for an hour. Join us!"

She groaned, pulling her claw clip from her hair. She climbed up on the side of the boat, plugging her nose as she jumped.

"AH! IT'S SO COLD! Holy shit!" she shrieked as soon as she resurfaced. She swam over next to Quinn, placing a hand on his shoulder to stay afloat. Quinn thought his skin might have been on fire in that moment despite the cold water.

"Hey, Winnie," he whispered.

"Hi, Quinn," she smiled, "Your boat driving skills are quite impressive."

"Thanks. Was trying extra hard just for you."

She giggled, "Wow, I'm flattered."

"Yeah, precious cargo. Had to keep you safe." Where had this confidence come from? Maybe talking to Elwyn was easier than he thought.

"You're cute, Quinny," she smiled, swimming off towards Jack.

"Oh my god, she thinks I'm cute," he mumbled.

"Did you say something, Quinn?" Luke asked.

"Huh? No, no. Just thinking about tonight."

"Okay?"

Little did Quinn know that night was going to change everything.

Once again, everyone was gathered around the fire, cooking hotdogs over the flames. Elwyn was chattering away with Jack, explaining to him how to cook the hotdog correctly.

"No, it'll still be cold on the inside now. You have to give it more time. You're like a child, so fucking impatient."

"It won't be cold; I've been holding it over a fire."

"Are you kidding around? You're so dumb."

"Fine. I'll just burn it."

"Just because it's charred on the outside, doesn't mean it's burned. I actually cannot stand you. I'm going to sit with Quinn."

"Whatever. Have fun with that."

Quinn prayed that the darkness would shield Elwyn from seeing the blush that covered his face as she sat on the arm of his chair.

"Your brother was pissing me off."

"Not surprised. Not sure how you've put up with him for so many years."

"Me neither. You're clearly the better Hughes boy."

"Ha, yeah..."

A couple drinks later and Elwyn had moved from the arm of the chair to Quinn's lap. Jack hadn't noticed, too busy playing spikeball. Quinn's fingers drummed mindlessly against her exposed side, her head leaning on his shoulder.

"Quinn."

"Hm?"

"Have I ever told you that you're like the cutest guy ever?"

"What? No? Why?"

"Then I'll do it now. You're like the cutest guy ever."

"Where is this coming from, El?"

"My mind? My heart? I'm not sure. I thought you were cute when I was 16. But you were too cool for me."

"Too cool for you? No, you're too cool for me."

"Funny. I like your nose," she smiled, running her finger over the slope of it.

"Thanks. I like you."

"What?"

"I- I like your nose too."

"Thanks, Quinny."

"Do you want another drink?"

"Sure. I'll come with you."

The two walked off into the house unnoticed, going to find more alcohol. Elwyn perched herself on the counter as Quinn dug around in the fridge.

"Is Ultra okay?"

"Mmhm."

Quinn handed her the can and went to walk back outside, when her hand caught his collar. She pulled him closer, spreading her legs to slot him inbetween.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered like someone would hear.

"I-" Quinn stopped himself, leaning in and capturing her lips with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, quickly being met with her open mouth. He slid his hand up her side, tucking it under the thin string of her bikini top.

"Upstairs," she mumbled against his lips. He nodded, allowing her to jump off the counter and drag him to his room. Their lips met again as she backed them towards the bed. He caught himself before he could crush her, trailing a hand up her thigh.

"Shirt."

"What?"

"Take your shirt off?" Elwyn offered. Quinn nodded enthusiastically, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. She wasted no time trailing her hands over his pecks, pulling him back in for a kiss. Quinn trailed his hand back under the string of her top, before she redirected it under the small bit of fabric covering her chest. Before Quinn could comment on how amazing she was, her name was called from downstairs.

"ELLIE? YOU IN HERE?" Jack's voice echoed from the bottom of the stairs.

"Ignore him. He'll go back outside," she whispered, kissing Quinn's neck.

"ELWYN? YOU OKAY?"

"Fuck. We should go, Winnie."

"But I'm having fun."

"I am too. But Jack will come up soon."

She sighed, sitting up. Quinn squeezed his hand under her shirt one more time, smirking as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Hughes."

He laughed as she sped off to go back to Jack. Maybe this summer would be better than he thought.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

👟 Hermes: God of messengers, travelers, thieves, athletes, shepherds, commerce 🐍

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, there's not much of a change. You were already put into the Hermes cabin like basically every other demigod who first appeared at Camp. The most immediate change is your sleeping arrangements. You're given a bed and your space is relatively yours. Even among children of Hermes, your personal space is yours and your siblings don't touch or rifle your things. Space and privacy is hard to come by in the Cabin, so your siblings honour that rule to give a semblance of peace. They even offer you a curtain to put on the sides of your bed to give you an illusion of space. 

I'd like to think that even as children of Hermes, they don't particularly steal or go through their siblings’ things. Whether this is because it'll prevent people from stepping on anyone's toes and make things more irritating in their cabin, whether it is to prevent you and your siblings constantly having paranoia, or simply an honour among thieves. Of course, siblings do as they do, take things but when told to give it back, it is immediately handed over or compensated. Hey, Hermes is the god of commerce too!

 Pranks and tricks galore. Even if you're not a fan of pranking others, you still learn tricks of the trade. No one is going to outwit a demigod of Hermes. Some siblings may just ask you to help them with their latest prank or ask for your input. 

Charisma and jokes are in constant supply. Even if you don't believe that you're funny or have a silver tongue, you do find a way somehow. Just gotta speak the right words to the right crowd after all.

There's a rite of passage or test for all new children of Hermes. You're tasked to steal something or pull of a trick. It doesn't matter what, but they give major points for theatrical, the risk, and the reward. If you feel especially brave, you can ask one of the Senior members of the cabin to give you a specific task. So far, the most infamous steal was stealing the jaguar head in the Big House. Good luck getting him away from Mr. D and good luck not getting your hand bitten. There's always points for effort, so don't worry if you don't pull of the feat...but if you do-

Given that your cabin is also for travelers of new demigods, you are taught the rules of hospitality and help those who come in. Even if the space is tight, you learn how to deal with it. 

Be prepared for being an unofficial (thieving) guild. With Hermes' domain, it sort of becomes something like that. The Hermes cabin, and the children of Hermes, inevitably become a source of information, odd jobs, know hows, and so much more.

If you have played Assassin's creed or seen of it, you know the tricks? You bet the Hermes' children know how to pull it off. Especially dropping into the pile of hay. It's sort of a rite for the Hermes' children to pull off that maneuver.

Parkour. Parkour. Parkour.

“Well, guess there’s that,” said Travis before he grinned, “Welcome to Cabin 11!”

“Again” noted Connor, “But this time, we’re going to give you a child of Hermes welcome!”

You saw the glint in their eyes before all of a sudden, there was confetti and sparkles exploding in your face. You flailed and coughed, before there were party poppers and people cheering, “Welcome to Cabin 11!!!” they all cheered. 

When the dust settled, Travis and Connor were on either side of you before guiding you to a certain direction. 

“Space might be a bit cramped,” said Travis, “But as an official child of Hermes, you have your own permitted and designated space.” 

“There’s some rules in place but basically, we have an honour code of thieves if you will” said Connor, “Which is your space is your safe space. No one gets to touch your bed, your things, or whatever without your permission.”

They shift you to your bunk bed space and noticed there were freshly placed pillows, comforters, and what have you. There was even a little shelf above your head for some things and a little round mirror. On the surrounding sides of your space, there was a curtain that created an illusion of space. 

“Now we’ll let you get yourself settled and have fun!” the Stoll brothers said together before shoving your belongings into your arms, before quickly booking it. Everyone was snickering and you had a big suspicion. As soon as you dumped your stuff onto your bed, you saw something in the corner of your eye. You turned and came face to face with the mirror to see your face covered in clown make up and your hair had turned into a very different colour. 

You felt your face flush in embarrassment before anger filled you and then yelling. All the children of Hermes who were in on the prank immediately laughed, and booked for it with the Stolls, with you chasing after them.

“Don’t worry! It’ll disappear in an hour!” yelled one of the Stolls, but they were weaving in and around each other so fast you couldn’t tell which one was which.

 Soon enough it devolved into a game of ultimate tag and by the end of it you were all laughing.

[navstuffs]

two weeks

Pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: "give me two weeks, you won't recognize her."

Warnings: songfic, SMUT SO MINORS DNI, sort sub!leon, confident reader

Author's Notes: if you know this song, you already know what's coming ;) this fanfic is also an ode to my queen fka twigs (so you can imagine the pressure i felt writing this lol). leon is also very lucky with me; first sade and now fka twigs? he is a lucky motherfucker man. enjoy your reading!

my leon's masterlist

"I know it hurts, you know I'd quench that thirst

(I can treat you better than her)

You say you're lonely, I say you'll think about it"

Like most things in your life, it doesn't start the "right" way. Yes, there is a date, but never a proper second or maybe third date, then a kiss. And at a particular stage of life, you didn't think you could seduce or date anyone. Even more so, your partner and friend Leon S. Kennedy. You had lost your touch or never really had one. And he was clearly in love with somebody else.

You had to hear about it occasionally if you decided to join him to drink. It bothered you more than it should, but you could do nothing about it.

And Leon Kennedy had the tendency to only "flirt" as a joke, anyway. 

The smiles, the flirty smiles in your direction. They started here and there, just a tiny detail you didn't think much of, figuring it was just Leon being Leon. Then, the flirting. As if you could call it flirting, the man straight invited you to dinner after you two almost died in the hands of a B.O.W.

Leon's priceless face, when you accept it, makes everything almost all worth it.

"Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover

Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other"

Leon is unsure during dinner. You watch his eyes wander around the restaurant, never looking straight at your face. The menu has confusing names with food you have never heard of. Leon had chosen a fancy place he clearly never went, and also somewhere he wasn't comfortable. 

Later, after eating what you think was a snail with a weird tomato, you question why he brought you here. Leon mumbles he never thought you would accept it.

"Why?"

"I guess because you know...my situation."

"I know it hurts, you know I'd put you first

(I can fuck you better than her)"

Ada Wong? Oh, you knew their situation pretty well. You have heard more than once, actually: she and Leon seem to be connected to each other with a certain tension that never seems to die down over the years. This doesn't frighten you; you never ran away from a challenge. You preferred the harder ones anyway.

You wouldn't be stealing Leon from her since he was never his. And even if he was, it didn't matter.

"It doesn't really matter," You conclude, finishing your drink.

"Why not?"

"Because you could be mine at the end. We can't risk that."

The smile Leon gives you is all the answer you need.

"Feel your body closing, I can rip it open

Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing"

You are bad, Leon realizes, really bad. It is the way you make him feel pleasure, the way look at him, fierce and daring, as if he is the only one for you. It makes him feel special, unique, like Ada never could. Not because she didn't want to but.

"Hey, eyes on me, Leon."

Your authoritative voice calls him back, and Leon feels a chill. He had only seen you concentrated like this during missions. Looking deadly and calm, Leon Kennedy is your target now. Leon shouldn't have invited you to his apartment, but he was curious. Curious to see how further you could actually go.

How you would make him yours.

It could be enough, Leon thinks, his hand pushing your head down into his hard cock. He likes to watch you suffocate and how good your lips are around his dick, your mouth wet and slippery, perfect for him.

After falling into bed, exhausted, Leon confesses, his face hidden by his sweaty hair.

"This...could work."

You smirk back. You could work with that.

"Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling

My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in"

You don't call Leon the next day. Or the other. He calls you on Monday night after a full day of behaving like nothing happened during the weekend as if you two remained just good co-workers.

He comes by your house, and you imagine he will want to finish everything. It would be typical of Leon to get afraid if someone got too close. Leon would apologize and argue it was all a mistake. His kiss as soon as you open the door silences your internal doubts. Leon Kennedy is there, and he wants you.

You take him to your bedroom, clothes falling on the way, and you ignore the little emotion you have when he looks so vulnerable under your palms. You suck him again because Leon Kennedy asks for it. It seems someone has gotten addicted to your mouth. 

"So good. Fuck."

You let him moan and tremble in your bed. A bed that you often imagined you would, one day, have Leon for yourself, just for you. His moans fill up the room, and you suspect you will never be able to sleep again without thinking about it.

"Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing

High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you're mine"

You are at his house now, almost two weeks since this started. Leon has you under him, back against the mattress, legs spread apart. You look a mess, and he loves it. His hands rub your chest, giving your nipple a good squeeze, focusing on moving his hips against you. The way you liked. Oh yeah, Leon Kennedy, in less than two freaking weeks, knows precisely where to hit.

"Shit." He groans, his mouth open with his eyes semi-closed.

He looks sinful. If there was ever some God of sex around or a demon, Leon would be one of his forms used to seduce people. And he is trembling, shaking, panting because of you.

"Leon."

You must remind him to bring himself back and stop teasing you. He looks at you, and his blue eyes darken.

"What do you want? What do you need? You gotta tell me."

Oh, Leon, you think smiling. Still naive about whom exactly was in control there. He forgets sometimes you are as trained as he is. Taking him by surprise, you shift positions, sitting on top of him. Leon's dick goes further inside you, making you both groan.

"You forget Leon, I don't have much patience."

You watch as Leon Kennedy simply collapses in front of your eyes. It had been like this every night you had been together, Leon's expression changing to pure bliss. You think it was nice seeing him like this as you gently grab his face.

"Come on, you know what to do by now."

Leon licks his lips, moaning your name. He raises his hips up with ease, starting to meet your thrusts. You smile, victorious. After you both cum, bodies trembling, you can feel Leon examining your face as his warm hand rubs your cheek gently.

"We could do this if you still want me."

It is adorable how unsure he is still with himself, although his dick was buried deep inside you. As if you hadn't been banging your brains like crazy those last two weeks. But it is the first time he has been truly open.

You lick your lips, whispering.

"I know you aren't mine yet, but..."

"I want to be."

You look into his eyes, looking for any trace of insecurity from Leon. There was none, just the heavy stare of his confession. Leon reminded you of a younger version of himself, one you saw in a picture, his big blue eyes anxious and his face watching you. You knew you were in danger territory now: Leon was letting you in. 

"We could do this" Your voice sounds vulnerable and different from earlier. More emotional "It will be slow. We will take our time. No rush."

"Yes."

Leon Kennedy opens a smile that has you hide your face on his neck. You want more, much more, but for now, this is enough.

[pixiesfz]

I’m sorry this took so long to put up I just had the WORST writers block

a walk down memory lane j.r x reader

plot: you take Olivia’s dog on a walk and run into Jill

warning: mentions of sa, bruises, anxiety, this series is based of the book it ends with us

“So can you just look after him for a couple of days?” Olivia asked you from the doorway as you patted her dog Stanley.

“Absolutely, my life’s been a bit boring so he should shake things up” you smiled, standing up to grab the dog food from Olivia’s hands.

“Speaking of your life” Olivia trailed off and you looked down to your feet “I can sense something is up with you and Ellie”

You froze.

How do you answer her? You couldn’t just straight out tell her that your girlfriend had hit you, Ellie loves you and you knew it and she hadn’t hit you again, at least not purposely.

But you could feel yourself pulling away.

She may have loved you but you didn’t love her, not anymore.

“I uhm- yeah” you stated shortly and your friend quirked her eyebrow “what’s happened?” She asked and you sighed, lifting your hand to brush your hair back, not seeing Olivia’s eyes stare at your bruised wrists from when Ellie accidently gripped your wrist to tight on a walk.

“We just had an argument that’s all” you shrugged and she nodded, not convinced.

“Well if anything happens call me, I’m here for you” she said and you nodded “thanks”.

"Please do" she said softly, urgency written on her face as you tried to look away from her.

Letting Stanley off of his leash at the local park you finally took a deep breath.

You knew you had to get out of your relationship, you knew it would be the best option for you but you were scared.

really scared.

You stared at your wrist, covering it up with your jacket before Stanley came running up to you with a soccer ball in his mouth, thankfully not having popped it.

“Stanley that’s not ours” you laughed at the sight

He dropped it at your feet and sat down, wagging his tail.

“I didn’t know you had a dog”

You looked up from Stanley to see Jill who was smiling ear to ear.

“Oh uhm I don’t, I’m just looking after a friends” you told her and she nodded “but he needs to learn not to steal” you joked and grabbed the soccer ball and looked at Jill

“This yours?”

She nodded “yeah but he looks like he wants it more than me right now” she laughed and you laughed with her.

A silence fell over as you both watched the cute dog roll the ball around.

"How are you?" Jill asked and you shrugged

terrible, unsafe, sick of life

"I'm good"

"Anything else?" she asked and you let out a small laugh "sorry I didn't mean to be blunt I just have a lot on my mind I guess" you told her and she nodded her head "Is it because of looking after a living animal, I remember you couldn't even keep a plant alive" she laughed and you thought back to the multiple plants you tried to have as a teenager.

"Not a good plant mum but I think a dog mum may be different, they at least speak when they aren't fed" you smirked before Stanley barked from his spot, now revealing a popped soccerball

"I can get you a new one-" "Don't bother I have plenty, it is my job after all"

You smiled "Isn't it cool? We both got into our dream jobs" you smiled and Jill turned to you "Did you get into writing?" she smiled and you nodded "As soon as I moved I got into it, can be slow at times but I don't regret it"

Jill smiled, proud of you and your achievements "Last time I checked you were still at Wolfsburg" you said, explaining your shock at the game "you keeping tabs on me?" Jill teased.

You gave her a look "Oh c'mon of course I would, I just happened to miss your transfer to City" you told her and her smile grew. "I tried to check on with you" she admitted "I couldn't get access to your phone, your parents basically cut me off every time I rang the home number but I asked around"

"spying on me?"

"Well I cared" she told you and you both shared a look.

"I just wanted to make sure your safe, it is the one thing you deserve most"

you weren't safe.

You didn't respond with words but looked down nodding your head "thanks Jill".

"Any popular songs I may of heard that are actually written by you?"

You smiled "Do you know Adele's song 'All I Ask'"

Jill gasped "Yes"

"Yeah I didn't write that one"

You tried not to laugh at Jill's lack of excitement as you joked "Well it's good to know you still haven't lost your humor"

You felt your phone buzz against your jeans as you shared an apologetic look with Jill "I have to-" "take it, I'll play with the dog who's name is?" she pondered off as you accepted the call "It's Stanley!" You yelled out to her.

"Who are you talking to?"

A chill ran up your spine.

Why didn't you check the caller ID.

"Just someone who wanted to pat Stanley" you said, technically telling the truth "You've been out a long time" Ellie's voice grew accusingly.

"I took him to the park" you said as if it wasn't a big deal.

Unbeknownst to you Jill watched your phone call, she assumed it was your partner when you accepted the call but something didn't feel right to her about Ellie.

But she wasn't sure if it was because Ellie was living the life she always wanted, a public relationship with you.

Your breath hitched on the phone when Ellie didn't answer straight away, only a strained hmm on her behalf "Is that why your standing there talking to your ex-girlfriend" You widened your eyes and started to frantically look around which caused Jill to stand up with caution.

"we're going home y/n" Ellie commanded you, her tone angry as you grew scared

"y/n are you okay?" Jill softly asked you

You nodded your head before picking up Stanley's leash "okay El" you said, your voice quiet, damaged.

You dropped your phone from your ear "It was nice talking to you Jill but unfortunately I have to go" Your heart was racing as you clipped the dogs lead onto his collar, your breath shortening as Jill watched in confusion before you walked away quickly into a sleek black car.

Ellies hand clung onto your thigh as soon as you sat down and tears pricked your eyes "It was just a conversation-" "Shut up" she told you and you took a big breath in.

You couldn't do it anymore.

As Ellie's grip on you tightened your left hand reached behind your back to find your phone and pulled it out to the outer side of your outside leg to hide it.

You texted on Olivia's contact before typing.

'help me'

Though she would get the message and come home it wouldn't save you from the punishment you would get when Ellie pushes you threw the front doors.

[raainberry]

please you write fluffs so good I WANNA AUGH JSKSKSKDN CAN I PLEASE REQUEST MORE SANA FLUFF??

What’s Yours Is Mine (?)

« silly series - 9 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a classic case of girlfriend stealing clothes

wordcount - 834

A/N - thank you very much anon it means a lot bc me personally i think there’s definitely room for improvement, but ask and you shall receive! a small draft i picked up, enjoy!

The way Sana ran to get to your apartment had nothing to do with you.

Well, she was excited to see you, that was a given, but she was less thrilled about the rain that suddenly started falling on her way to your apartment.

When she stepped in, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the sight of her. That unsurprisingly earned you a glare which you quickly turned into a smile when you told her to go and grab whatever from your closet after a warm shower.

You know, just until her clothes dried out.

She took you up on that offer and came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, proudly wearing your own clothes as if they were hers.

You were busy, posted up on the kitchen island and focused on some work matter that required you looking at your laptop for way longer than anyone would like. You’d much rather be looking at your girlfriend instead, who looked absurdly cute in that one hoodie she knew you loved and haven’t let go of since your early college years.

A tired smile made its way to your lips when you allowed your eyes to take a break from the screen, granting them the soothing sight that was Sana.

“A sight for sore eyes” suddenly made all the sense in the world to you.

“What are you wearing?” You chuckled, your gaze never leaving her as she made her way over to you.

You didn’t expect to see her in that clothing item, and you wondered how it didn’t happen earlier. It was so endearing, how the sleeves were slightly too long for her arms, and how cozy she looked.

“Something comfortable.” She said, glancing at her sleeves. “Do you like it?”

“I do.” You wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer and she took it as an invite to sit on your lap. “I think I have the same one.”

She giggled at your bad joke, a proof of her love.

“You have great taste.” She booped your nose and your features scrunched up, causing your glasses to slide up with them.

You looked too adorable not to kiss at that moment, so she did just that, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you in for a kiss or two. Her lips felt just as amazing as the last time she saw you, maybe a little sweeter.

“Are you gonna be done anytime soon?” She gestured to your laptop and you frowned, sighing.

“No. Someone messed up at work, I have to review and fix a whole program.” You pouted at her knowing you won’t be able to have her in your arms like that for a while still.

“Why are you sad, that means you’re good at your job.” She tried to cheer you up and managed to turn your lips turn into a smile again.

“I guess. But it means we won’t be able to cuddle any time soon.” You explained.

Sana shrugged, “I can just stay on your lap while you do your work.”

“I’d love that but I don’t think my legs would.” You said without much thought before the sound of your words reached your ears. Sana’s gasp complimented your widened eyes and a nervous laugh pushed itself past your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!”

You tightened your arms around her, hugging her closer to make amends in hopes she’d find you cute enough. “I love you.” You said, looking up at her, before stealing a kiss from her cheek.

“And?” She asked, deciding not to let go of your honest mistake without teasing you at least a little bit.

“I’ll make dinner.” You proposed, but she didn’t budge.

“You were going to do that anyway.”

“I’ll let you play with my hair while I work.” You tried again, a hopeful smile on your lips.

“What so I’ll just stand for two hours?” She scoffed. “You’re so bad at bargaining.”

“Fine, then what do you want?” You sighed, only wanting her to quit the teasing.

“I keep the hoodie.” She grinned, but it wasn’t innocent.

“Sana, it’s my favorite…” You whined.

“It’s mine too.” She whined back and you chuckled despite yourself, sighing before giving it a thought.

“Am I ever going to get it back?” You asked, although you already knew how that usually goes.

“No.”

Her smile, the happiness she displayed made it hard to say that same word back to her. Honestly you wouldn’t mind seeing her wear it from now on, but only a few times. It was still your favorite hoodie.

“Can we at least share custody?” You tried to compromise and this time she was the one humming as she thought about it.

“Maybe. But I take it first.” She said a second later.

“Fine.” You gave in, taking the hand she was offering in yours and shaking it in order to close the deal.

”Pleasure doing business with you, baby.” She giggled, bringing your hand to her lips.

The soft peck she laid on top of it made the butterflies dance in your stomach, coating your cheeks in a similar shade to the one on your hoodie.

You’d never see that hoodie again by the way. At least not on yourself.

[seivsite]

YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR STEALING MY HEART .ᐟ

synopsis: blue lock boys react to you arresting them for stealing your heart (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

includes: ( separated ) isagi yoichi, kurona ranze, yukimiya kenyu, chigiri hyoma x gn!reader. it’s way longer than what i intended to write so yeah, established relationship, a bit chaotic, ( part one ) — wc: 1507

ISAGI YOICHI

“Isagi, can you please come here?” you called out from the couch. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing and rushed to your side. Since you rarely use his last name and typically use his first name or pet names, he became concerned, thinking that he had done something wrong.

Isagi’s eyes widened in surprise as his hands were bound by a little cloth. He looked at you, confusion written all over his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

You smiled mischievously and said, “I am arresting you for stealing my heart.”

Isagi’s confusion turned into a mix of surprise and amusement as he realised it was a playful declaration. He chuckled and shook his head. His face flushed a faint shade of red, and his ears tinged with a rosy hue as he mustered a response. “I apologise for unwittingly stealing your heart, but I’m afraid I can’t return it to you,” he expressed.

You pouted in response and retorted,

“Well, if you can’t return my heart, then you’ll have to pay a fine.” You adopted an arrogant tone, playing along with the role. Isagi couldn’t help but tease, smirking slightly as he asked, “Oh? And what’s the fine, Ma’am?”

You assumed a thoughtful pose, pretending to consider the fine. However, Isagi saw it as an opportunity to free his hands and cup your cheeks, kissing you passionately. It caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Isagi pulled away, a playful smile on his face as he asked, “So, is that satisfactory? Are you happy now?” Your silence and flushed face spoke volumes, and Isagi chuckled before pulling you into a loving embrace for the rest of the day, considering it his ‘payment.’

KURONA RANZE

“Ranze-chan,” you called out, gesturing for him to come closer to you.

“Yes, yes, yes, what is it? Do you need anything?” he asked, walking towards your sitting form on the bed.

“I have something important to tell you…” you began, looking into his eyes and holding his hands. Kurona looked at you accusingly.

“And what’s that?” he tilted his head slightly, waiting for your answer. You continued mischievously,

“You’re going to be arrested.”

“Uhm, what? You’re joking, right?”

He looked at you with an awkward and confused expression. Then he took a step back.

“Are you serious? Are you not joking?”

He tried to stay calm, but anxiety was evident in his eyes. The idea of getting arrested didn't sit well with him. It sounded scary.

“Why?! Why is that going to happen?” he stammered, panic evident in his eyes.

“For stealing my heart~” you winked at him and stuck out your tongue.

Kurona blushed heavily, his eyes widening in surprise. His jaw dropped open as he stared at you in disbelief and shock. For a few seconds, he was left speechless, unable to find the right words to reply. He just looked at you with flushed cheeks, appearing very happy. Excitement filled his smile as he took a step closer. He still seemed to be in disbelief, not expecting that answer from you.

“Fortunately, you can avoid it by giving a certain someone cuddles and kisses,” you continued, raising a finger.

His face turned completely red, and his jaw dropped open again. The blush on his face indicated his surprise and embarrassment. He stood in shock, cheeks still flushed, unable to say anything. He looked as if he had been hit by a truck. In a good way, of course. He was incredibly happy but also a little embarrassed. It was adorable to see him in this state.

Gradually, he became more composed and finally closed his jaw. He chuckled softly, cheeks still flushed, and nodded.

“Well, I guess I have no choice then.”

He started walking towards you, a gentle smile on his face and a loving gaze in his eyes. He closed the distance between you two and placed his hands on your face. He was very close now, about to kiss you on the lips.

YUKIMIYA KENYU

You finished your photoshoot with Yukimiya and now you're back at your shared home, a lavish apartment with large windows and glass doors overlooking the city. Yukimiya sat on his chair, smiling at you while holding a glass of orange juice. He motioned for you to sit down on the sofa and smiled.

“The shoot went great, yeah? I hope you didn’t get too tired today.”

“Yeah, it was. How unfortunate though, I just got a call earlier,” you said, taking a seat opposite him.

“A call? What call?” Yukimiya raised an eyebrow in confusion. After asking, he took a sip of his orange juice and waited for your response, his smile still on his face.

“Yeah, they told me you might get arrested if you keep doing this thing,” you said, looking up towards the ceiling.

Yukimiya raised his eyebrow in confusion and put his glass down.

“Arrested? Why?” He leaned towards you in curiosity, still looking at you with a confused expression. “What did I do?” He raised an eyebrow as he leaned closer, waiting to hear your reasoning or answer.

“Yeah, something about stealing my heart,” you smirked at him.

Yukimiya was stunned and couldn’t help but turn bright red at your remark. His eyes widened in shock before he regained his composure and chuckled. He looked at you, leaning closer.

“That’s a nice line. Did you practice that?”

He smiled at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“Hmm, perhaps. Did you like it?” you tilted your head, leaning closer to his face. He was startled yet again as his cheeks started to turn bright red.

“Hmm, I liked it. You have a gift for making those kinds of cheesy pickup lines.”

He was still blushing hard as he looked at you and smiled. Yukimiya stared at you for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and realised how inappropriate he was being. He sat back on his chair and chuckled nervously. His face was still bright red, but he tried to ignore it.

“I’m sorry. That’s probably very embarrassing for you.”

He sighed and took another sip of his orange juice.

“What you said was very cute. I was just taken aback, that’s all.” He smiled politely and waited for your response.

“Awe, isn’t this the time you give me a kiss, Kenyu?” you pouted at him.

Yukimiya’s face turned even redder as he was taken aback by the suggestion. He was silent for a while, cheeks still bright red.

“I…” he hesitated.

He seemed to want to kiss you but appeared frozen in the moment. You took the lead by placing his glass on the table and leaned closer to give him a kiss on the lips, holding his cheek in your free hand.

Yukimiya was surprised by the suddenness but couldn’t avoid your kiss. He remained frozen and shocked as his face turned an even brighter shade of red. He was silent for a while before the realisation of you kissing him hit him, causing his heart to skip a beat. After the initial shock, he kissed you back, pulling you even closer.

You pulled away and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responded, smiling at you and chuckling.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

“Hyoma, do you want to know a secret?”

“Hm?” Chigiri looked up at you with a raised and curious brow, smiling softly.

“Enlighten me.” Chigiri said in his soft voice, leaning in closer to hear your secret.

“You’re hereby arrested for stealing my heart,” you whispered to him.

Chigiri’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his face and ears heat up.

“H-huh?!”

He stammered awkwardly, a soft smile adorning his lips as he stared at you. His face turned beet-red, his heart racing, and he started sweating from the flustered feeling.

“Hmm, for your punishment, you have to give me 50 kisses!” you teasingly said, not thinking he would actually follow through with it.

Chigiri blushed even more and gulped as he looked directly into your eyes.

“50 kisses..?”

He repeated quietly, slowly scooting closer to you. His heart raced, and he looked up at you, giving you adorable puppy-dog eyes. A few strands of light pink hair covered his right eye, and his long, dark eyelashes contrasted his ruby red eyes. His eyes seemed a bit dilated due to his blushing. He gulped nervously before finally nodding his head.

“Okay…”

“Great! Let’s start with this,” you said, giving him five pecks on his lips while holding his cheeks in your hands.

Chigiri blushed even more, and a loud ‘mmph’ sound escaped his lips after the first five pecks. You held his face in your hands, rendering him speechless from embarrassment. He looked down at his shoes, sweating as his face turned beet red. Chigiri looked back up at you and gave you a timid smile.

“Hehe, don’t get speechless just yet. There’s more where that came from. Get ready,” you winked, pulling him towards the couch.

NOTES. i made another one bc i miss my pookie wookies.

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[continuous-spec]

Snippet from The Messages in Between Chapter 2. Garrus' message to Shepard during their six months apart. I broke my heart writing it.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: July 25th, 2186]

I’ve gotten more comm buoys out to increase the hard lines of communication. I will be pretty busy dealing with them and getting them up and running. Mom is back on Palaven. Treatments went well. She’s starting physical therapy. She’s really trying. 

I can’t believe I’m actually seeing her walk. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 7th, 2186]

Okay, so I’ve learned from the best and started yelling. And the Hierarchy is listening again. My task force just doubled overnight and with more money. We have actual tangible stockpiles of food and medicine that could last us years in most of the colonies.

I’m finally getting somewhere on this, Shepard. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 11th, 2186] 

Have you heard from Liara? I could really use her right now. The terminus system is giving us trouble on our comm buoys. I’m hoping she has a few contacts that could sort that out. She’s not answering, though. Remind you of anyone? 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 18th, 2186]

I’m this close to reaching out to Wrex for help. Maybe if I got him a bottle of Ryncol, he’d be cooperative? I’d save it for you, but we all know what happens when you get your hands on it, Shepard. And you know it would kill me. Wrex just seems like the safe choice for it. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 24th, 2186] 

She’s in the hospital again. Spirits Shepard it’s bad. Something about her liver from the treatments.

I shouldn’t have hoped. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186] 

We just held her funeral.

At night, when the wildflowers bloom. An old Cirpritine superstition. Your spirit can’t reach safe passage without them. The flowers guide the spirits back to the grounds of Palaven for final rest. 

I’ve never seen the fields fuller than they were tonight. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186] 

On Omega, I thought I was going to die there and be stuck to haunt that rock.  Not exactly a lot of flowers flourish there. Thankfully I had you to pull me out.

I wish you were here with me now, Shepard. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 5th, 2186] 

My mom’s name was Laesia Vakarian. She used to design ships for the turian military. Mainly she designed smaller military vessels, but she was so proud of her work. 

Did you know she wanted me to steal Normandy blueprints when I told her I joined? I’m only half-joking. She was pretty upset she wasn’t asked to be on the project. 

She said the Normandy was something she’d always hoped for, a true invention. 

She didn't care about C-Sec or that I quit. 

My joining made her so proud. She said I got to be part of the symbol of the best of what turian and humans can do together. That I was destined to do great things with the opportunity. She was right. But I’m hoping there’s more we can do with the Normandy. 

Her eyes lit up so much over that vid call when I told her I joined. That was the last time I saw her as truly herself.  

I was so hopeful I would have seen that again. I guess that is what I get for being greedy in my hope.   

I wish you could have met her in her better times. 

She would have liked you, Shepard. 

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[sappy-seresin]

Little Insomniac (J. Seresin) Vol. Two

Pairing: Jake Seresin x roommate!reader

Summary: The days following the night in which Jake intervened to help mend your struggles to sleep. Volume One

Warnings: nothing really, just fluff.

Word Count: 3.6k

MY WORK IS ORIGINAL AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ELSEWHERE. Be kind and don't steal other people's writing, thank you.

Gif Creds: @jakeseresins

You wake up the following morning, smushed against Jake's chest. Your skin feels feverish against his, the sweltering body heat trapped inside the blankets is enough to make you feel slightly choked in the space on your bed. An exasperated yawn sounds from your chest as you attempt to twist in Jake's arms, which are securely locked around your frame. The sudden movement makes Jake stir awake with a husky groan, his arms tightening around you in the slightest before releasing.

"Good morning," he greets, running a hand over his face, tousling his sleep-ridden hair. Having been roommates with Jake for an extended period of time, you've witnessed him in many forms and seeing him first thing in the morning isn't new to you, but seeing Jake freshly awake in your bed with his arms still around you, voice thick with sleep? Man, he's a sight for sore eyes.

"Good morning," you return the pleasantry, pausing your attempts at unraveling your limbs from his. You forget why you even started moving in the first place, the second you catch the lighthearted expression he's wearing as he soaks you in. Several seconds of uninterrupted silence pass, both of you sharing an undefinable moment filled with awestruck glances and feathery touches.

Jake clears his throat, pulling himself back down so that he can't be labeled a creep for admiring how soft you look first thing in the morning with pillow lines on your cheek and doe-like eyes that twinkle in the sunlight. "Sleep okay?" There's a hopefulness in his voice, though you feel as though he should know the answer himself. You passed out long before him, and didn't consciously stir awake until about five minutes ago.

"Are you kidding," you yawn, propping your chin on his chest to keep from breaking eye contact. "I think that's the best sleep I've gotten all year." Bashful chuckles bubble from each of you at the exclamation you humorously uttered, though your words are sincere. Something about Jake's presence in your bed gave you the most fantastic, mind-fuzzing, sleep you've had in ages.

"Good," he hums, drawing your hair away from your face to secure it behind your ear, knowing you hate when it gets in your eyes. A rather accomplished, arrogant smirk crosses his face as your words fully register in his brain, his thoughts trailing back to how set you were on his clear inability to cure your insomnia the night before. "And you were so convinced I wouldn't be able to help." His tone is playful as his smirk shifts into a full shit-eating grin. "How's it feel to eat your words, sweetheart? Wanna give me that five star yelp review now?"

Your eyes involuntarily roll at his antics, your arms pushing your body from his chest so that you're looking down at him. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Seresin. I'd barely slept in days, how do you know my body hadn't hit its breaking point on sleep deprivation? That could very well have been the cause for all the sleep I just got, so don't go assuming all of the credit for yourself." He can tell you're joking by the way your nose twitches in the slightest as you speak. Both of you know fully well that, while your body was teetering closer to its breaking point due to a lack of sleep, you would've been up for the better part of the night without Jake's, somewhat, forceful intervention.

"That's an odd way to say 'thank you' but I guess I'll take it," he drones, looking oddly comfortable still being wrapped in the blankets on your bed. Part of you assumed he would've been rushing to unravel himself from you the moment sleep welcomed you, but the fact that he didn't warms your heart as you continue soaking his presence in. He watches you, not minding the silence on your end as you hover over him. His fingers itch to rest on the curve of your jaw, but remain in their position fisting the soft covers. Though the atmosphere is soft, Jake doesn't want to push his luck by being overly affectionate with you. Sure, he's relentlessly flirted with you at times, but it's all been seemingly pointless banter to get under your skin. Unbeknownst to you, he'd love to freely express the peace that swirls in his chest when moments like these are shared, but the possibility of whatever would blossom by doing so crumbling and ruining your friendship keeps him from acting on those wants.

You smile at him, taking the silence as a cue to get your morning started, but Jake's hands find a home on your hips at the first sign of movement, planting you firmly in place. Your eyebrows raise in question, unsure of whether the vibe is to move or to stay in bed with him. This is an uncharted moment in your relationship with Jake and it's got you second guessing even the smallest decisions, that you wouldn't think twice about if it were anyone else tangled in your sheets.

"Let's stay here a little longer. I don't have anywhere to be," though it's a statement, his words portray themselves as more of a shy question. You swear there's a light pink hue to his cheeks as he locks his eyes on yours, seemingly searching for your reaction.

"Okay." You settle back into the covers the moment your agreement rolls from your lips. Your head finds the pillow as you get comfortable, laying on your side so you can face him. He mirrors your position, a content curve on his lips as he shuffles closer in the slightest. "What do you have on your agenda today, Lieutenant?"

He hums, scanning the ceiling as if he's running through his daily tasks in his head. "My day's clear, outside of meeting the squad at the Hard Deck tonight. You?"

"No plans," you hum, feeling grateful to finally have time off with it being the weekend. "Thought I'd see where an empty schedule takes me. There's a farmer's market across town that peaked my interest, but I'm not sure I'm going to go." The normalcy of talking about each others schedules makes you feel a bit shy. You can't help but imagine a different reality in which you and Jake are more than just platonic roommates, but a couple in love. A couple starting their morning off together, unaware of the outside world, with the dainty glow of the early sun casting a soft hue over both of their features. The images leave your brain scrambled with the thought of the man in front of you's attention being on you in a different way.

"You should go. Hell, I wouldn't mind going with if you're not sick of my company." You're surprised by the fact that he's even remotely interested in attending a farmers market with you on his day off, especially after having already spent the night huddled with you in bed so that you'd sleep. Your cheeks subtly heat up at his partial offer.

"You'd go to a farmers market with me? I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything more interesting with your day off?"

"Contrary to popular belief, jet fuel and adrenaline aren't constantly necessary to keep me functioning," he jokes, rolling back into his pillow, twinkling eyes locked on you. "I enjoy normal people things like farmers markets and people watching just as much as the next guy."

"I feel like that statement just taught me a lot more about you than I've learned in our time as roommates Seresin. Though, I gotta admit, I call bullshit on you not needing jet fuel and adrenaline to keep you sane. You without those things is a scary thought," you inform him, running a hand through your hair.

Jake rolls his eyes at your words, his humored laugh echoing off the walls in the room. "Like I said, they're not constantly needed, but that doesn't mean I don't need them at all." There are a few beats of silence as you settle back into your positions, both of you holding content expressions on your face due to the laid back aura in the room. Jake props himself on his elbows, twisting so that he's looking at you again. "So, what do you say, trip to the farmers market? If you feel so bad about dragging me along, you can come to the Hard Deck with me later to make up for it." He catches the way your eyebrows raise curiously at his words, but remains hopeful that you won't shoot him down.

"You want me to go to the Hard Deck with you? Normally Tash is the one to give me an invite," you'd meant to agree to his offer of plans, but your mouth had other ideas, solely focused on him being happy with spending the day with you. Granted, you've spent multiple days together one on one, but they've typically been more task driven days like grocery store trips or running errands. A day full of moments with Jake Seresin with no purpose outside of keeping each other company? That's a nice change of pace.

"Yes, I want you to come, if you want to, that is," he tells you. "Now, are we doing this, or are you going to keep second guessing everything I say?"

Your eyes involuntarily rolls at the lighthearted impatience in his voice. "I guess we're doing this." You're smiling at him as he moves, offering you a hand to help you up so that you can both get ready and start the day. You pause in your room as he retreats to his room, silently admiring how domestic the entire thing feels.

You spend the day with Jake as planned, admittedly enjoying his company outside of a group setting, and outside of your shared living quarters. Witnessing Jake get excited over various booths, marveling over handmade knick knacks and food truck items has your heart swimming with newfound attraction for him. You've always thought he was attractive, though the initial cockiness and arrogance demeanor dulled it in the begging, but seeing him let his guard down in an atmosphere that doesn't require flight suits or competition shines a new glow onto him. Butterflies swirl in your chest every time he laughs, the slight crinkle in his nose and twinkle in his eyes making you feel some type of way under the glowing sun.

Hours pass slowly at the market without the weight of responsibilities as you're both able to let loose and simply enjoy passing moments. You walk around till your feet ache, and by that point, it's time to head back to the house to get ready for a night out with your shared friends. Natasha texted you halfway through the day, requesting your presence at the bar. She was pleasantly surprised when you informed her that Jake had already asked you to come. Being the one that introduced you to Jake, she quickly caught on to the way the two of you seemingly lit up whenever the other is around. She caught the subtle undertone of attraction in your fruitless banter, and has secretly been making bets with Bob on how long it'd take for you and Jake to stop tip-toeing around your obvious feelings and dive into them head first. The fact that she hadn't been the one to invite you out first, feels like a step in that direction, to her anyway.

Everyone in the squad caught onto something different in the air the moment you and Jake walked in. The two of you were practically buzzing as you approached them with wide smiles, Jake's hand subconsciously resting on the small of your back. You sent Natasha a confused glance when she suggestively wiggled her eyebrows from her spot next to Bob, her eyes immediately trailing to an unaware Jake, who already moved to fill in for Javy at the pool table.

"What's the look for, Tash?" You ask when you're sure she's close enough to hear you. She wordlessly shrugs, unable to wipe the grin off her face at the appeared lovesick statues both you and Jake have been wearing since you walked in the door.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," she waves off, taking a sip of her drink with a humored glance at Bob, who's standing a few feet from you. "You're just, glowing a little different tonight is all."

The rest of the night at the bar consisted of the perfect amount of alcohol and effortless laughter. The drama-free time at the bar left you feeling light as Jake drove the two of you home at the end of the night, both of you recounting moments shared with the squad.

"I still can't believe that girl turned Javy down like that," you snort, clutching your abdomen to dull the ache from laughing so much. "I mean, she was the one that approached him!"

"Guy can't catch a break," Jake shakes his head, easily pulling his truck into a its designated spot by your place. Several more humored giggles erupt from you at the memory of the look on Javy's face when the girl physically ghosted him while everyone watched. Jake let himself out of the truck, strolling to the passenger side to help you out. He rolls his eyes at the way you continue spouting off more ridiculous recounts of the night, his own chuckles flowing into your ears as he waits for you to unlock the door.

"Home," you sigh, dropping your purse on the floor next to your already discarded shoes. You bask in the familiar scent o sandalwood, still surprisingly fresh after the candle had been blown out hours ago when the two of you left. Jake pauses to watch you, something about the way you visible relax makes his heart swell. He discards his keys onto their designated ring by the door, slipping off his own shoes when you spin towards him suddenly. "Hey, thanks for today. I, um, I really needed it."

He blinks at you in surprise, not anticipating any sort of thank you for simply spending time together. "Of course, darlin'. Thanks for letting me invade your space for the day, I enjoyed it too. I hope I proved that I don't need jet fuel to have a good time." You nod with an appreciative sigh, unable to stop yourself from yawning. A somewhat victoriously smirk curves onto the edge of Jake's lip as he straightens up, taking a few steps closer to where you're standing. He leans a little closer to help guide your jacket off. "Looks like I successfully tired you out enough to encourage your body to let you sleep tonight. Seems like I'm pretty good at this."

Your eyes roll at him, a lighthearted scoff sounding from you as you graciously watch him hang your jacket on the coatrack. "Don't let it get to your head, Seresin. You can't afford for that ego to get any bigger than it is now."

"Getting better at thanking me, I see," he winks, following you through the house toward where your bedrooms are, ready to change into comfortable clothes. You shake your head at him, each of you letting those words be the last that are spoken before disappearing in your rooms to get comfortable for the night.

You quickly swap your skinny jeans and top out for biker shorts and your favorite oversized t-shirt, swiping a makeup wipe across your skin. Once you're fully ready, you collapse onto the covers with a content noise, smiling at your ceiling as the day flashes through your mind again. Though you spent the entirety of the day with him, Jake's presence is missed now that you're back in your bed. The memory of his embrace from the night before ghosts itself across your skin, making you feel restless as you toss and turn in your sheets.

Your mind reels with every touch, every smile, and word Jake uttered to you over the last forty-eight hours. Each of them kicking you into overdrive, wishing things were different. Minutes pass slowly, seemingly looming over your head the longer you toss and turn in your bed.

With a frustrated groan, the covers are kicked away from your legs, falling from the floor as your feet subconsciously carry you across the hall to Jake's cracked door. There's a minuscule amount of light peeking through the small space, signaling that his lamp is on, which means that he's likely still awake himself. Pausing, you take a deep breath before tapping your knuckles on the wooden door, cringing at the gentle sound it emits.

"Hey," Jake calls, inviting you into his room. He wordlessly closes the journal in his hands when you come into view, wearing a curious expression when his eyes land on you. "Everything alright?"

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, suddenly feeling silly that you'd interrupted his routine again. You're not fully sure why you felt the need to come see him, but can't escape the fact that you're already here now. "Oh, uh, yeah, everything's fine. I was just wondering, uh-you know what, it's stupid. Goodnight." The words rush out of your mouth so fast that they string together, your feet twisting you towards the door as Jake calls after you.

"Y/n, wait," he calls, sitting up. You mentally curse yourself, turning back to face him with a sheepish look. His gaze is soft as he addresses you, making your shoulders relax in the slightest. "What is it darlin'?"

You blink, debating whether or not to admit that the real reason behind your presence in his room is because you don't want to sleep alone. Sucking in a sharp breath, you timidly admit, "I was just wondering if, maybe, I could crash in here with you? I know I'm probably a bed hog, and you're probably sick of me after being with me all day, but you know, I just thought I'd ask. Wouldn't hurt to test your insomnia healing theory again, would it?" The last statement makes him laugh, the sound only furthering the heat gathering in your cheeks. "But, that's stupid. I'm just gonna go-"

"There's plenty room in my bed for both of us," he cuts you off gently, patting the space next to him, which he'd already pulled back for you to climb in. You stare at him, still feeling mortified by the subtle admission that you don't want to sleep alone. "Plus, I'm still waiting on that yelp review. Wouldn't hurt to get a few more brownie points under my belt." You appreciate the way he takes it upon himself to make light of the situation rather than fully rubbing it in your face that you're the one requesting to sleep with him tonight. "Well, don't just stand there. My bed's getting cold."

"Always so bossy," you huff, sliding in his bed. The faint scent of his lingering cologne wafts into your nose, forming an involuntary smile on your lips. It's embarrassing how your body reacts to being so close to him, prior to his helping you sleep, it had been easy to ignore how he makes you feel. Now, it seems like there's an invisible magnetic field dragging you to him without question.

"Get comfortable sweetheart," he commands, switching the lamp off so that he can settle next to you. His arms slide around you, pulling you against him without warning, not that you're complaining. This is exactly what you'd come into his room for. He releases a content sigh once you're fully tucked against him, his eyelids immediately feeling heavy. After a few moments of quiet, Jake murmurs, "For the record, I wanted to ask if you wanted company tonight too."

Those two nights, wrapped up in each other underneath soft sheets, sparked an unspoken tradition of curling into each other when the sun went down. You always talk as you get comfortable, your hearts beating heavy in your chest as your eyes grow heavy. Letting the sound of each others even breathing, and being knotted around each others bodies, be what lulls you both to sleep. You rotate between sleeping in his bed, and him sleeping in yours, neither of you really asking as you're always seemingly on the same page as to who's making the others' room their resting place for the night.

Several weeks of sleeping in each others bed, led you to a night of hesitantly expressing your, more than platonic, feelings for one another. Jake's hands were cupping your face when he promised that he's hoped to be more than your roommate since the day the two of you signed your lease. Your cheeks hurt from smiling when you admitted to those feelings being mutual, at least after you'd realized that he wasn't as arrogant and egotistical as he'd first let off.

"Y/n, I'd be happy to spend every night with you in my arms," he breathes, his face growing closer to yours in the slightest, making your breath catch in your throat. "I'd be even happier if you were more than just my roommate. Am I crazy to think that we're meant to be more than that?"

Your eyes trail to his lips shamelessly before landing on his eyes again. Your voice in a hushed whisper, "I'd be a hypocrite if I told you that you're crazy for thinking that, because I think we're meant to be more too."

"That's all I need to know," he smiles, suddenly capturing your lips with his, letting them speak for the two of you as your roommate relationship blossoms into much more.

*****************

Never anticipated a second part when writing 'Little Insomniac' but then I realized that your and roommate Jake's storyline simply couldn't end so abruptly. I couldn't do that to myself. Though, I anticipated a snippet, and then wrote over 3,000 words soo there's that. Also, this little miniseries is comical to me because, I'm also an insomniac and just finished this at 5 am.

Now that this is under my belt, FAWN volume two will be finished and uploaded next. I hit a bit of an inspiration stunt, but I'm feeling like this helped sooo....FAWN TWO will actually be posted within the next few days to those of you looking forward to it!!

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[jazzyblusnowflake]

Ooo, question just came to mind. How did the whole polycule come to be? I know you said they get together after everything and after N and Uzi are already dating, but how did they agree to the whole thing? Because I can imagine Uzi feeling quite conflicted about V's flirting and wanting to check in with N about the whole thing.

This was kinda a question I had for myself as well since I'm writing a fic with Nuziv in mind but I wanted to see how your version goes down, since the one I have planned has radically different timing.

to be fair you ask "how did they agree to the whole thing" when they hardly thought about anything at all 😭

V simply decided one day that if she was gonna be dealing with Uzi every day she might as well make it more enjoyable for herself too- the teasing and jabs became less and less coated in malice and they started to joke around more and even agree on things [never a good sign in Ns honest opinion 😭] and after a while it turned into playfights and joke flirting and then just flat out flirting.

this process didnt just happen with Uzi, it also went along with N. just a bit differently i guess, just like how i showed you in the previous snippet on N and V arguing lol. N started feeling jealous but not because of V STEALING Uzi or anything, V just silently challenges him to one up her all the time and they kinda got stuck in this loop of who could make Uzi more pleased.

after a while, im guessing maybe in a cuddle pile after N and Uzi forced V into, they all just kinda sorta thought like "wow, well shit. i really cant live without them..." and they unofficially decided they are all together. it didnt have a name for a long time until they were actually ready to be closer and admit they liked eachother romantically. but that was more of a thing to be said to set boundries and make it official. otherwise as far as flirting goes, they had been doing it subconciously for a long time lololololol-

[babydollmarauders]

IF ONLY TO SAY YOU’RE MINE — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem! edwards! reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" & “i think I'm in love with you." with Luke.

notes: i listened to Sofia by Clairo on repeat while writing this ngl

“alright, there are rules.” Ethan tells me.

finally getting the chance to visit my older brother and see him play hockey with his school team is the most exciting part of my year. with Ethan being only a year older than me, we’ve always been close, so being so far away from each other for most of the year sucks.

“rules?” i question, turning my head to look at him rather than out the car window. we’re currently on our way to sophomore house after he picked me up from the airport.

“rules.” he confirms. “number one: you’re not stealing one of my jerseys to wear to the game, so i hope you brought your own.”

“i did.” i give him a single harsh nod.

“good. number two: you are in a house of hockey players, meaning there’s bound to be a game playing on the tv every night. you must watch with us. it’s bonding time so no hiding in my room.” he says. his eyes flicker between me and the road as he speaks and i give him another nod.

“i think i can handle that.” i affirm.

“lastly, rule number three, arguably the most important rule-”

“get on with it, E.” i cut him off and he sends a quick glare towards me before speaking again.

“do. not. crush. on. my. friends.” he emphasizes each word but with this rule, i stay silent. i’ve already stalked his friends instagram accounts, and though they’re all cute, there’s one in particular who’s caught my eye.

“y/n, no.” Ethan whines as he pulls the car into his driveway.

“i can’t control who i find attractive, Ethan!” i argue.

“no! who? who is it?” he interrogates.

“Luke Hughes.” i mumble, unbuckling my seatbelt as he puts the car in park. my brother groans, throwing his head back.

“i guess he’s not the worst one you could’ve chosen.” he admits. sighing, he turns off the engine, unbuckling his seat and proceeding to exit the car. i swing my car door open and hop out, rounding the back of the car where Ethan is grabbing my duffel bag from the trunk. he hands me the bag, starting towards the front door, and i follow in his footsteps, trailing behind him.

as soon as Ethan opens the door, i’m met with loud shouts. Ethan walks towards the noise and i stay a few steps behind him until we reach the living room. four boys are sat on the couch, two playing video games as the other two shout out unhelpful tips, and i recognize them from my insta stalking as Mackie, Mark, Dylan, and Luke.

“guys, this is my sister, y/n.” Ethan voice cuts through the yelling and the room goes quiet, all four boys turning their heads to look at me.

“what’s up? i’m Mackie.” he sticks his hand out for me to shake and i politely do so, feeling awkward already in a house full of guys.

“hey, i’m Dylan.” i shake his hand as well and he gives me a kind smile, easing my nerves slightly.

“hi. i’m Mark.” he gives me a full grin and i smile back, shaking his hand. i look over to Luke, assuming he would introduce himself too, but he just looks back at me with parted lips and slightly wide eyes.

oh. do i look bad? the flight was long, maybe i look rough. this is embarrassing.

“i- uh- Luke.” he tells me, slipping his hand in mine to shake. his cheeks twinge pink and i blush in return.

“nice to meet you guys.” i say.

“yo, Luke.” Mark badly whispers. “is there a reason you're blushing like that?”

the three boys laugh but Luke only flushes darker, and my brother stares at him with an unamused expression.

“keep it in your pants, Hughes.” Ethan’s words are gruff, and he takes ahold of my elbow. “let’s go. i’ll show you to my room.”

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it’s been two days since i arrived and in those days i’ve gotten inaugurated into the boys group. i’ve joked around with Mackie, Dylan, and Mark, i tagged along to hockey practice, and i joined the guys in watching the Tampa Bay Lightning game, where i learned Dylan was drafted.

though through all of that, Luke and i have still been pretty awkward around each other. we’ve talked of course, and sure, we’ve joked around a little, but it’s been in a different way than the rest of the guys.

i’m currently sat on the couch between Luke and Ethan, watching a Devils game. i started watching the Devils as soon as my brother was drafted by them, so i have no qualms about watching this game.

we all sit at the edge of our seats, watching as Luke’s brother, Jack, has the puck. but it’s three on one and because of that, he’s unable to make the shot on net. the guys groan and i huff.

“where the hell was the defense?! they practically just stood there and watched as he had to try and breakaway from three men! they need to get their shit together and start playing like an actual team.” i rant. i glance away from the tv to see the guys, besides Ethan, all staring at me in shock. “what?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” Luke exhales and i can immediately feel the heat rising in my face as Ethan reaches behind me, smacking Luke on the back of the head.

“w-what?”

“sorry, i- not like, in love, in love.” he clarifies. “you’re just like, my dream girl. you’re kind, you’re hot, you’re funny, you’re into hockey. you’re perfect.”

“ugh, this is disgusting. just kiss already and get it over with. i’ll cover my eyes.”

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