#poor little lovesick puppy!!!! 😭😭😭

[ihavemanyhusbands]

*sleeps together once*

John blackthorne, immediately:

[mickyschumacher]

Hi!!! I just wanna say that I really love your writings!!! Their so good hehehe!! Can you do one a mick x wolff!reader?? Maybe one where toto sets them up cause he is tired of seeing them make heart eyes at each other and not making a move HHHH. Thank you lovie!!🤍

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: love at times is shy and oblivious. like you and mick. but sometimes all you need is a father and a plan (with some backups!).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+? (suggestive), fluff, poor humour as guaranteed, (loosely) based on the movie 'set it up', no sense of a motorhome ♡︎, mention of christian horner :(, possibly cringe, basically childhood friends to lovers trope, reader is lowkey a menace, confessions are made, toto in line for best dad award?, google translated german :0, a mess in general!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mick schumacher x wolff!fem!reader, joão felix x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: okay so i've been waiting for a good mick plot but nothing was coming to mind but this! this screams mick! thank you so much for your praise. hope i do them justice with this although the plot holes are there!!

𝐏.𝐒: i'm curious on how people envision themselves as wolff, horner, vettle readers, etc. if you're coloured like me, do you pretend to be adopted or from a previous relationship if it isn't specified? 😭 i mean the explanation has to be viable lmao. maybe you just don't imagine?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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There were certain values a Wolff had. Those that were just innate.

A Wolff, more often than not, was a leader, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking, and embedded with dad jokes. Additionally, when a Wolff wanted something, they would do whatever to get it. They didn't leave any leaf unturned, they made the rounds and the effort.

It didn't make sense. You had all of those values. Yet, every time you joined the Mercedes garage, your father, Toto, found himself questioning everything.

Take now for example. He was in the beloved Mercedes garage, sat next to the best reserve driver he had ever chosen, Mick.

Parents tend to be protective of their children before they're even born. And it only amplifies after they're born. From which strangers you meet, the roads you cross, the seatbelt you have to wear to the clothes you wear, the suspiciously high phone bill and your romantic endeavours. A father's protection for his little girl was a tad bit stronger than this, special in it's own way.

Toto would do anything to protect his children, especially his little girls. And if any guy was making moves on you, right in front of him, the 'dad' side of him was just waiting to come out.

But he could only do that if someone actually made a move on you. Sure there were other guys but the one sat right next to him did nothing but shyly follow you with his blue eyes and blush in your presence.

Mick was seriously frustrating Toto and his wife. The both of them had watched the German boy watch you with heart eyes ever since the both of you had first met at the Schumacher's house for dinner. You were young back then but hell, within five minutes everyone knew that Mick was a lovesick puppy.

Years had gone by with your friendship becoming stronger. Those same years involved Mick and you being stuck to each other as if you were hip-to-hip. You attended all his races and he supported you in all your academic achievements. And oblivious to you, somewhere along the road you had also become as lovesick as he was.

Toto didn't really realise how fed up he was. He didn't want to interfere. In fact, he wanted things between the both of you to happen naturally. But he just had happen to watch the entire hour and forty-five minutes of 'Set It Up' over your shoulder instead of doing his work and he just had to do something... hell, anything.

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First things first... Toto couldn't put the both of you in an elevator. At least not yet. You knew each other while the two bosses in 'Set It Up' didn't, so it didn't make much sense. You probably would never even get to the topic of your feelings. Not without a physical icebreaker of sorts.

Toto needed someone and George Russell just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"George, my boy!" Toto chorused, beckoning the British driver towards him. He slung his arm over George's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. "Do you mind doing me a favour?"

George nodded without too much thought. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"If you see Mick and Y/N go towards an elevator, stop them and tell Y/N that a guy asked for her number, uh, who was that footballer... ah yes, João Félix, him... he did ask her yesterday right?" Toto looked over at George.

"Uh, yeah. Before you dragged her away... listen, Toto, I'm not sure I can do what you asking me to. I thought none of us were going to mess with whatever's going on between them?"

"You're young, George. One day you'll realise what 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' means. So..." Toto trailed off, eagerly looking for an answer before spotting the hesitant expression on the British driver's face. "Can I pay you do the favour?"

George blankly looked at his boss. "I'm on your payroll, Toto. You already pay me. That also sounds like extortion and bribery."

Toto's eye twitched as an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. He stared at George heavily before giving in. "Fine. You'll be out before Lewis for this week's quali."

The corner of George's mouth teetered up, working to a small grin. "Extortion and bribery... it sounds cool," He said with a nonchalant shrug.

Toto shook his head to himself. "You can try and be less British, George. Just because your ancestors colonised doesn't mean you need to take the same behaviour," He patted his shoulder before leaving, feeling George's confused expression bore into the back of his head.

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Toto was a great man. But today was one of those days where George really did question him. Part of him was praying that he didn't see you and Mick head to an elevator. The scenario was so specific that well... the probability was low.

There was no way he was going to see it happen. Not even 30 minutes after he had this conversation and he had just grabbed a coffee and was now heading to Alex...

But the peak of that blonde hair and the familiar shine of your signature glasses caught George's eye. Christ.

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the both of you as you waited for the elevator to go up the Mercedes' motorhome.

First in quali. Come on, George. You got this!

"Hey guys," George greeted the both of you.

You and Mick turned to him and smiled. "Hey George. How's it going? Ready for practice?"

George nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks. Uh, I was just wondering about yesterday... João? Since Toto dragged you away before you could do anything but he was just wondering if you would still consider giving him your number."

George pressed his lips, seeing Mick's eyes narrow from his peripheral vision. God how had the both of you not gotten together yet?

"I didn't know João asked you that?" Mick looked at you with questioning eyes.

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat slightly. You weren't sure why Mick's interest was to intriguing to you all of a sudden. You pursed your lips, looking to George. "Oh? I didn't know you knew João like that."

"I... don't. It's... Kika! Kika knows him... you know... Portugal things," He laughed awkwardly, giving a helpless shrug.

"Right..." You nodded slowly. "Uh, I don't know. I mean was considering it, I guess."

"You were?" George and Mick spluttered out in unison.

Your eyes widened at their reaction. "I mean, yeah... kinda?" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

George could see the German driver's head racing a hundred miles per hour. It was time to get out of this mess.

"Okay, well, if you consider it, you could probably DM him on Instagram. Don't ask Kika!" George quickly said. "I mean... you know, she gets very excited to play cupid... anyways, I have to get back to Dudley, but let me know how it goes!"

You and Mick waved goodbye, heading onto the elevator after what felt like forever.

As the doors closed, you looked over at your thought-consumed best friend. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr Schumacher?" You humoured.

Mick briefly smiled before returning to his brooding state. He folded his arms, leaned on the wall of the elevator and stared at you.

Your mouth felt dry and yet you were drowning in your own saliva. There were certain things that weren't healthy for humans: too much sugar, high cholesterol foods, and apparently air-drying your hair. And then there was too much Mick.

The folded arms and his stupid shirt brought your eyes to the muscles you had so desperately been avoiding after Mick had started to work out even more in the past year.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of another topic of discussion.

In your pondering, Mick opened his mouth. "I don't think you should give João your number," He said, bringing his hands to his side, discreetly allowing the fabric of his shorts to soak up his clammy hands.

Your eyes flickered towards his face. You raised brow. "What? Why?" You asked, feeling an uneasy ache gnaw at your chest.

"I..." Mick started, "I mean what if he's a bad guy? You know... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Your heart dropped. You felt like an deflating balloon: all blown up, only to be taken down. You mustered a soft smile. "I mean, you can't protect me forever Mick. What are you going to do? Vet the guy on the day of my wedding," You joked.

Mick frowned at your response. The image of you marrying someone that wasn't him was disheartening.

"I won't need to if you get married to someone you know," He shrugged. "You don't know João. You know me."

Oh?

Oh.

You almost did a double-take on your best friend. Did he know what words were falling from his lips. "So what? He's kinda cute. And a five-star FIFA player. I could take the risk. And eventually, I would know him... since that's how relationships work... communication and all," You defended the footballer.

Mick stared at you for a few seconds before blinking out of his short trance. "Right..." He said sharply, pushing himself off of the wall as the elevator opened. He struck out his arm, holding back the door. "You go on. I just remembered I need to talk to Toto."

You flickered your eyes to Mick, trying to read his face. "That's fine, we can go togeth–"

"No," Mick interjected, "it's... it's okay."

Upon the slight widening of your eyes and the startled expression lingering on your face, Mick's innate action was to internally wince. "I'll join you soon. Don't worry. I bring your favourite pastry on the way back, hmm?"

You nodded silently, taking a step out of the elevator and headed towards the lounge with a troubled feeling nagging at your head.

Had you struck a nerve?

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Toto couldn't tell what he had done wrong. You and Mick were fine this morning. But after he had told George to push things along between the both of you, a sense of distance radiated off of you.

And George still got out before Lewis for the first quali. Goddamn it.

When Toto raised an eyebrow at you after Mick had slightly brushed you off to talk to Bono, you simply shrugged helplessly.

That night Toto did not get a wink of sleep. Instead, he stared at this hotel ceiling with a twitching eye.

There was nothing he couldn't fix. Whatever was going on between you and Mick right now was just a small bump in the road.

The solution?

A baseball game.

Unfortunately for Toto, baseball wasn't that popular in Brazil. But that didn't mean they didn't do them.

The plan was going perfectly. Toto had offered a 'family day' and gotten you and Mick to join him and Susie to attend a local baseball match between some of university teams. Toto made sure you and Mick were sitting behind him so you had all the privacy you needed. As a dad, he shouldn't be that happy about kiss-cam, let alone bribing the camera operators with the help of Pierre and Kika. But he wanted peace and he was going to get it.

But nothing was easy in life. And Toto could not have predicted this in a million years.

As everyone waited for the game to start, Toto timidly turned his head. He caught the brown eyes of the five-star FIFA player. Giving him a hesitant smile, he averted his own eyes back to the field, cursing himself under his breath. "Scheiße," He muttered through his clenched teeth. Shit.

The tension in the air was thick, to say the least. You sat between João and Mick with blank expression.

João, who was in town for the F1 race, decided to stay back to support a friend in the match. Obviously.

When the footballer on your right extended his hand to Mick, you sucked in a sharp breath. You heavily eyed the firmest handshake you had seen in your life. Letting out a nervous laugh, you sat down before the gesture turned into hardcore glaring.

Still, there was the hope of this kiss-cam.

Toto waited with little patience, hearing João crack jokes in Portuguese that actually made you laugh while Mick took deeper breaths.

It felt like life itself had been poured into Toto once the kiss-cam started on the public. This mattered to him more than whoever was going to win this match.

Toto's face dropped as the camera fell on you.

Your mother pointed at the camera with a gleeful exclamation. Your eyes moved to the screen, widening when you saw yourself and the man next to you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Toto exasperated quietly.

You turned your head to the right, meeting the equally shocked brown eyes.

"In what way does he look like 'a blonde boy with the face of the greatest racer in F1 history'?" Toto said into his hands, shaking his head slowly.

Mick looked blankly at you and João on the screen before turning to you. He watched you shake your head softly, smiling awkwardly at the camera as the crowd urged you to kiss.

"Oh mein Gott," You murmured to yourself, eyes darting around in panic. Oh my God.

Suddenly, you felt Mick lean in, his fingers sliding under your chin and resting on your cheek. He turned your head slightly towards him.

Your eyes widened upon meeting his baby blues, feeling unnerving giddiness swarm you. You hoped your face screamed, "What are you doing?!"

All Mick did give a small smile, bringing his lips towards you.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, bracing yourself whatever was about to happen. All you could hope for was that this was all a dream of some sort. Maybe you fell asleep in the car?

You skin flushed at the feel of Mick's soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling him linger for a second longer before pulling back.

What on earth?

You weren't sure if you were breathing as you felt his hand move to your leg, covering your hand and giving it a small squeeze. You moved your eyes to the screen. Mick looked unbothered while the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. You, on the other hand, looked flushed.

And Toto?

The urge to run around with his hands flailing in the air was strong.

This was a home run, for crying out loud!

Whoever said jealousy was a disease... thank you!

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"Liebling, du solltest jetzt rauskommen," Your mother said to you through the bathroom stall you had been hiding in for the past five minutes. Darling, you should come out now.

You winced as you banged your head against the wall of the stall. You sighed. "I don't think I can. Do you think you can convince the staff the bring a bed? Maybe some food?"

Your mother snorted. "What are you going to do? Live here?"

"Ja. War das nicht offensichtlich?" You retorted, eyes screwing themselves shut after replaying the kiss in your head for the umpteenth time. Yes. Was that not obvious?

Susie sighed, awkwardly smiling at a woman leaving the bathroom. "Y/N... it's Mick. You can't ignore him forever. How long do you think it will truly take for Mick and your father to storm in here after not seeing you for so long?"

You sighed at your mother's response. She was. As always.

The last thing you needed was a headline on ESPN: Toto Wolff and Mick Schumacher caught barging into a women's bathroom.

Christian would have a field day!

You shuddered at the thought.

Susie's ears perked up at your grumble as you fumbled with the lock of the stall. She sported an amused smile at the blank look you gave her.

Slinging an arm around you, she rubbed your shoulder. "Come on, liebling. You got this."

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"Oh thank God!" Toto exclaimed after seeing you and your mother come out of the bathroom. "You took forever!"

You narrowed your eyes at your father, avoiding the lingering eyes of a certain German boy. "Maybe next time you shouldn't feed me a hotdog at a baseball game, right?" You pressed with a raised brow.

"Hmm?" Toto mended his brows before nodding profusely. "Right! Right! Yes... that was my bad. Poor thing... you know, Mick, with Y/N being sick and all, I think you should drop her to the hotel. Me and Susie still have a date to go on!"

You and your mother looked at Toto increduolously.

"We do?"

"You do?"

Toto nodded, grabbing your mother's hand. "Yes! Okay, see you two! Tschüss!" Bye!

With a jaw-dropping expression, you watched your parents leave with a twitching eye.

You heard Mick clear his throat.

Slowly, you turned around with a small smile. Fiddling with your fingers, "So..."

Mick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small tinge of pink dancing across his cheeks. "The hotel?" He asked, swinging his keys around the his index finger.

Silently, you both walked out of the stadium and towards the car park.

You furrowed your brows upon seeing the orange and pink laden sky. "What the heck? How is the sun already setting?"

"I mean... you were in there for a long time," Mick shrugged.

The crisp summer evening breeze glided past your flushed skin. Your body winced at the paining silence ensuing between the both of you. You let out a small exhale. "Uh, with the thing before–"

"Yeah?" Mick eagerly turned his body towards you, on edge.

You cleared your throat at the anxious expression Mick sported. "You sighed. "Uh, that was to like... save me, right? Aus Verlegenheit? Danke für das." From embarrassment? Thank you for that.

Mick mended his eyebrows. "Verlegenheit? No. I... that was so you didn't kiss João."

You laughed nervously. "Right! So I didn't have to kiss João."

"No. So you didn't kiss João. There's a difference," Mick pointed out, eyeing your expression carefully.

Your eyes widened at his suddenly soft gaze. You looked up at the sky, hoping the breeze would cool the wave of warmth swirling around you. "That's... that's what I said," You shrugged.

Mick stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead of the sky. "Why do you do that?" Mick asked.

"Do what?" You responded.

"I mean... I–just why do you have such a hard time admitting that I like you?"

You wish you had something to say. Anything. But it was as if the ability to speak had been seized from your throat entirely.

"I mean I know I don't make it obvious. I just thought we had some sort of understanding... you know... the one without words?"

You looked up into his hopeful eyes. Entranced, you leaned in towards him. Your fingers danced across his cheek just the way he had done not so long ago. You watched his eyes close at the feel of your touch, making your heart thud against your chest.

Inching closer, your thumb gently swiped over his lips, feeling his faltering exhale warm the pad of your thumb. "So pretty," You whispered to yourself, eyeing his face.

Mick wasn't sure whether you were talking about him or his lips but he didn't care.

You shuddered, feeling Mick's hand slide around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Without waiting a second longer, you pressed your lips to his.

Mick's lips were softer than you had imagined, warm to the touch. Your stomach churned upon feeling his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, rubbing tingling circles on your hot skin.

You hear an unrecognisable breathy gasp fall from your lips. The hair on your body stood straight as goosebumps littered your skin. All because of Mick.

Mick took advantage of the moment, darting his tongue to explore your mouth. He groaned against your lips, pushing your hips even closer to him, feeling the hard outline of his bulge rub against your pelvis.

Fuck.

You were going to combust at this rate.

Mick trembled in your grasp as your hands wandered his taut torso, lingering closely to his v-line.

He pulled away with an indescribable urgency, staring at you with small pants falling from his lips. He held your face with his hand, thumb gliding across your swollen lips. "We can't–" He sighed out, voice hoarse, "No more. Please."

Your thighs clenched at his plea, eyes falling down to his prominent bulge. You were sure he was in a lot of pain right now. The sexual tension between you to had been pent up for years now.

Your tongue darted out, swiping over his thumb briefly before faintly sucking on it. You looked up at Mick. "You're right, we shouldn't," You nonchalantly told him.

Mick's blue eyes danced with a tortured pain, following your tongue carefully. "We... fuck, Y/N," He complained, feeling impossibly tight in his pants.

"We fuck? Direct much?" You teased, removing your lips from his thumb.

Mick stared at you, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I was saying... we should do this properly. Not in some parking lot."

"Why not? Car sex is hot. Just imagine!" You urged, amused by the conflict in Mick's eyes.

Imagine he did.

You and him in his God forbidden Mercedes... him making sure every inch of his car was stained with you...

Mick sucked in a sharp breath. "Nope. Come on. Hotel."

You gasped humorously. "In a hotel? Mick Schumacher! Well I never!"

Before you knew it, Mick had whisked you into his arms and into his car, hoping he was not breaking Brazil's speed limits tonight.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[j0kers-light]

Innocent!reader , wearing a summer dress (I know it’s December 😭) , and not being aware of its effect on joker . Please bring back innocent!reader , need more of her 😭🩷🩷

His Lighthouse: Summatime Fine (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Summatime Fine - Oneshot

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It’s the long awaited return of innocent!reader! Joker's sweet girl is finally back in this long awaited part two!

Its not December anymore anon and I am terribly sorry for filling this ask so late. I come bearing a lil something something as a thank you for your patience! I encourage you to listen to the song that inspired me to write this oneshot! Enjoy! 💖✨

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You are a f__king tease and the worst part? You were completely unaware of the effect you had on Joker.

He thought he purged that blissfully ignorant demeanor of yours, but alas you were still a virgin at heart. A part of him loved it— another wanted to fully corrupt you until nothing innocent remained. Yet you were still his sweet little doll he so desperately wanted to defile.

Your childlike view of the world was so painstakingly cute, it made him want to vomit. Your natural kindness practically begged him to destroy it. Would it be wrong if he spoiled the secrets of your youth? Santa wasn’t real, neither was the Easter bunny and gasp! Okay, he’d let you keep the tooth fairy. That one was too cute to ruin.

He loved exchanging your baby teeth for jewelry and other pretty things. Granted that it fit under your pillow.

Joker found it his mission to protect your naivety from the gruesome world. The extremely sheltered childhood you endured molded you into the person you were today. Joker could live out the rest of his days in your pink little bubble, but he knew that was impossible with his lifestyle.

You were still shy and bashful, uncertain of your own body, but the worst of them all—you were unaware of the control you held over Joker.

If you batted your lashes, he was a goner—forever doomed to follow behind you like a lovesick puppy, wagging his tail. He could come to terms better if you were intentionally trying to seduce him. He could fight back if you were in on this game of cat and mouse but that wasn’t the case.

Your body was still a prize to be had and poor naïve you did not know that the situations you put yourself in were utter torture to Joker.

Getting stuck in the dryer with just your butt sticking out? Stretching on the couch and practically pushing your breasts in his face? Or when you knelt on the floor with your mouth wide open begging for cock?

Okay, maybe that last one was a fap dream, but still!

How did you not know what you were doing to him? You still went about the apartment cooking and cleaning in those skimpy clothes, and he loved how you still bit your lip and looked away whenever he gave you a compliment.

You adored his silly jokes and that smile of yours would always make him a simp. He took your virginity, yet nothing really changed about you.

Your stupid parents protected you from anything remotely sexual and it was now Joker’s job to educate you. And boy did he have his work cut out.

He would try and instigate things, whether smacking your behind as you walked past or palming your breasts mid make out sessions, all to no avail. One night Joker dry humped you right to the edge of bliss only for you to fall asleep, leaving him raging hard and dumbfounded.

He couldn’t believe you fell asleep during foreplay. It was a blow to his ego and he had no other choice but to jerk off and fall sleep, questioning if he could put up with this for much longer.

He had to take a step back and remember your lack of experience. You didn’t know that you were horny and even after a trip to the clinic, you were still clueless.

You were a child compared to his extensive knowledge of sex. If Joker didn’t tell you his intentions outright, then his dirty comments and attempts at flirting would go through one ear and out the other.

Despite all of this, his little Bunny was smart. You craved knowledge on this secret world of sex—your subconscious actions proved that much; and what better teacher than himself?

Your first night was all about you but Joker wanted to change that. He wanted to test your skills giving pleasure. He remembered the promise he made, ‘I’ll let ya have a uhh, taste, another day Bunny.’

He was a man of his word and let you explore.

Joker was amazed to discover that you lacked a gag reflex and loved the taste of his cum. It was only natural that he teased you about it. “My sweet girl don’tcha re-mem-ber? You gave me such an attitude about how you taste. What was it? Uhh tangy and salty?”

You reminisced back to the night that you lost your virginity. Joker kissed you after eating you out (much to your disgust) and now you felt embarrassed for subconsciously craving his cum.

“I wonder.... what do I taste like, sweet girl?” Joker purred.

His words always made you feel funny.

It happened to be a kink of yours Joker explained. An idea, thing, or act that made you aroused. Every night it seemed you added more and more to your growing list.

And Joker’s influence didn’t stop there. He took educating you very seriously and found informative sex-ed material for you to read in your downtime. He wanted you to know about your anatomy and how to take care of it.

Your parents should’ve been the ones teaching you this stuff but alas.. They were absolute morons.

It was embarrassing to learn about your own body another person (even worse from a man), but you were grateful that Joker took the time and cared enough to do it.

You didn’t want to imagine the alternative of being taken advantage of due to your lack of experience. Joker was a bit rough but what else did you expect from him? It could have been a lot worse.

It was a miracle that he took the time to talk you through every step of sex and then exposed you to the wonders of aftercare.

You couldn’t ask for a better partner. It was why you did well to study hard and learn everything that you could. You actually looked forward to ‘pop quiz’ days. For obvious reasons.

Joker made you lie back on his chest in front of your giant floor length mirror. When you were in position with your legs spread wide open, the test would begin. “Mmm, whaT is this?”

You squirmed as his fingers stroked your outer lips in a v shape, making them slick with your juices. “It’s ah! That’s my labia!”

You felt, more than heard Joker’s approving hum and he didn’t waste any time finding the next body part to quiz you on.

Joker forced you to keep your eyes open and pay attention despite the overwhelming pleasure. He would bite your neck if it took you too long to remember. The sharp pain did little to jog your brain nor did his fingertips rubbing fast circles on your bundle of nerves.

“I think you know what this is.” He laughed as you jerked wantonly in his hold.

Try as you might, you couldn’t answer, especially not when Joker plunged two fingers deep into your pussy and started thrusting them. “What is this, hey shushhhh... hush now doll. Focus. What is this spongy... sensitive... ooey gooey spot that’s melt~ting under my touch?”

So what if you failed that night’s pop quiz? You disqualified yourself by cumming but you still felt like a winner.

Slowly but surely Joker was introducing you to the ways of sex with new and exciting lessons. Soon you would be the insatiable vixen he secretly desired.

If only you would cooperate. It seemed like after sex was over, you were back to your shy, timid self—hiding underneath the covers and asking J, “Did I do okay?”

All he could do was chuckle under his breath ‘It's always the shy ones,’ before tackling you with kisses.

His Princess was a handful yet no one else would have the honor of knowing you so intimately. Joker would kill anyone who dared try. Over time he coped with the fact that you would always be his sweet girl, as innocent as spring.

Which is why he dedicated himself to protecting you. Somehow you convinced J to visit a farmer’s market with you in the Cauldron.

It was a beautiful day out and the people milling around the market brought a lively festive atmosphere to the area.

The crowd was tolerable, but Joker was being a grumpy stick in the mud, preferring to be holed up in an underground hideout or better yet, in your apartment, far away from others. The things he did to make you happy. However, it wasn’t all terrible.

The crowd was an insignificant backdrop when his sweet girl dressed up to the nines stole the show. It took you almost an hour to doll yourself up, but he very much appreciated the final product. You were the focal point in all your beauty.

Your colored skin was fitted with your signature hue of bubblegum pink. Today’s summer dress had detailing that followed the curve of your back right down the bodice. He loved the puffy sleeves and the swooped neckline on you.

You had stopped to quite literally smell the roses, while Joker counted the buttons down your back. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

“J? Did you hear me?” Your sweet voice danced on the wind right into his ear. There was never a time that Joker wasn’t laser focused on you. As if he’d miss a single word you said.

“Uhhhh, yeah.” He fished out a dub for you, “Here, pretty girl.”

Ugh you loved the numerous pet names he held for you. Of course, he valued you as a person and knew your real name, but sweet girl, princess, and bunny just sparked something in you. It made you feel special.

You smiled wide and turned back around to exchange the twenty dollar bill with the vendor. It didn’t dawn on you that Joker gave you real money—the both of you were too distracted to make it into a big deal.

Little did you know, Joker was analyzing in the bun you styled your hair in. It was so perfect, not a single strand out of place. You even wore a cute pearl bow as a functional hair clip. Everything matched to create a timeless look.

He stole gifted you a pair of pearl earrings and they glistened each time you moved your head. The cutout of your dress made it impossible to wear a bra, but Joker was taller than you and could see straight down your front. Your tits looked good from any angle.

Random people in the crowd admired the living doll walking amongst them and if not for your scary guard dog (ahem Joker) anyone brave enough could’ve walked up and hit on you.

That would never happen on his watch. Only he could have you.

Joker invested so much into you; it would be a shame for some lesser man to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Joker didn’t care how he looked glued to your side; he wasn’t leaving.

You were all dressed up in pink and ballerina heels with your tall, imposing boyfriend cloaked in black and metal. A grunge king with his ethereal princess. You and Joker were opposites in so many ways, yet the relationship just worked.

He loved seeing the innocent wonder shine through your e/c eyes as he explained different kinds of knives and torture methods, and you enjoyed helping him stir cake batter after the horrific lesson. Nothing he did scared you away. J could do no wrong in your sheltered eyes.

Speaking of your innocence, it was tangible in the afternoon air. It must’ve been the way the sun beamed down on you like a spotlight or perhaps it was the dress you were wearing. Either way, Joker couldn’t stop staring.

How could he ignore the way you wore your hair? You carried yourself with a regal splendor, even if you were self-conscious almost all of the time. You were quite the sight to be seen in his opinion.

You thanked the stall owner and lifted your new bouquet of flowers to your nose.

You took in the delicate scent; Joker drank in the sight of you. Times like this he wished he carried that Polaroid camera with him more often. He could take a thousand pictures of you and still fail to capture your beauty properly.

It was the little things you did that made him want to stay with you. If he lost you? No. He didn’t want to consider the possibility. He was already insane; you were the only thing keeping him from turning into a killing machine. You and your infinite beauty, he could barely breathe right while in your presence.

You were caught in a ray of sunlight and Joker’s eyes widened in awe. Those sunlit eyes of yours… they could rival the world’s finest gems.

And somehow you were blissfully ignorant of the destruction that one single look from you could inflict. Hence the state Joker found himself in.

“Is there something wrong, J? Your eyes look really spacey.” You lowered your flowers and devoted your full attention on Joker.

And that seemed to make the situation worse. Undiscovered shades of green swirled within Joker’s eyes. He was most definitely spaced out and you were to blame. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He swore under breath and grabbed your hand. You yelped and tried your best to keep up with Joker’s long strides in your dainty heels. A few people looked on in concern, but none dared to speak up against Joker.

He was a man on a mission.

There weren’t that many options at this dumb farmer’s market, but he’d make do. He had to.

“J-J.. where are you taking us?” You gasped as he shoved the nearby park’s restroom door open and flung you inside.

The lock dial turned to occupied and his mask was ripped off. Then it was just you and Joker in the cramped public bathroom.

It wasn’t what he had in mind and definitely not the best locale, judging by your adorable pout. Both of you knew that you deserved better accommodations than this.

You didn’t have a chance to argue since Joker backed you into the door to cup your face. Your flowers fell from your grasp in order to hold onto Joker’s hair.

His kisses had a way of erasing your thoughts. Your only brain function was breathing and moving your lips to match Joker’s urgent pace.

He devoured you whole and only pulled back to catch his breath. “I need ya. Right. Now.”

He was already lifting your dress up when you replied, “H-Here?” You glanced around the stall in open disgust. Surely, he was joking. His devilish smile said otherwise.

“Are you wet for me, baby doll? Lemme check.” Joker dropped to his knees and grinned, finding a wet spot already ruining your panties.

Your mouth might deny, deny, deny but your body craved J without a doubt.

Joker peeled your panties to the side and lapped at your juices. Your instincts cautioned you to be quiet, (this was a public place after all) but Joker reached up and pulled your hand away from your mouth.

“None of that, doll. I wanna hear ya. Cry out if it uh, feels good. I know it doesss.” He resumed his focus back on your pussy and indulged himself like a starved man.

Joker’s loud slurps and eager swallows filled the hollowed room and forced you to hold onto his hair for balance. You refused to touch anything inside this place for support.

The back of your head banged against the door, “J, it feels weird.. please I can’t..”

He pulled away to lock eyes with you. “Aht ahttt. You know better, Princess. If you’re gonna cum, then... use your uhh, big girl words, ‘n tell me. None of that shy girl s__t.”

You totally forgot about Joker’s rules in the throes of passion. You were educated now, so he expected you to speak accordingly.

You mentally corrected yourself. Your pussy felt weird because Joker was eating you out with every intention of making you climax on his face. Now if only you could articulate that out loud..

He flicked his tongue against your clit, causing you to lose your train of thought. It only took a moment, but you cried out and came over Joker's tongue. He was upset that you didn’t express yourself more, but he still growled in delight before cleaning up his treat.

He stood up and bent down towards you, but you turned your head away, “Eww no kisses!!”

Now that got a laugh from your clown. You still thought your own cum was yucky. He was still chuckling to himself as he undid his belt. The sharp chime it made always got your attention.

You raised an eyebrow when he began grinding his hard on into your thigh. “J-Joker?” Did he not get what he wanted?

“I saidddddd. I need ya, Y/n. It’ll be quick, I p-prom— oh f__k!” Joker moaned mid-sentence, feeling your wet pussy welcoming his dick inside. It felt like coming home after a long day, you were amazing.

You knew how big Joker was, you held his girth in your hands before. He was a big boy and yet he respected the size difference every time the two of you joined. Slow and steady was the game until he was flush with your hips.

He would remain there until you nodded that it was okay to move.

Just because you were no longer a virgin didn’t mean your pussy could accommodate him so quickly. There would always be a stretch to fight through and overcome. But after a while, you gave him the green light to start.

It felt criminal to depart from your warmth, but that delicious friction was sought after by the both of you. The first few thrusts were always the most intense and your toes curled in your heels as Joker pistoled back inside you with a guttural groan. He readjusted his grip on you right before he pulled out again—only to bottom out at a snail’s pace. The heavy drag of him brushing against your walls was just too good to rush.

Now that Joker pinned you to the door, you could cling onto his shoulders and relax.

You trusted him to hold you steady, like he’d ever let you fall. He loved how you buried your face into his shoulder when it became too much. It gave him the perfect opportunity to kiss along your neck and coo in your ear.

“M’sorry, Princess. I just need to.. I just need. Agh, I can’T.. get enough of ya.” Joker groaned into your ear.

His pace suddenly picked up and rattled the door against your back with each powerful thrust. Should anyone walk by the park restroom, it was obvious what was happening inside. That thought made you gush even more on Joker who immediately took notice.

“Look at yoooooooou my pretty. Little. Slut. Taking cock in some uh, public stall. You that needy doll?” His grip tightened on your waist as he sped up even more. You swore you could feel him hitting your brain, he was so deep.

The wet slap of his balls repeatedly hitting your thighs rang out in the empty stall. There was no way you were walking out of here and Joker knew it.

But how dare he blame this on you? You were minding your own business at the market before he dragged you in here! You had to put your foot down. “No! Ah, y-you’re the needy one, J!”

He was too far gone in your pussy to hear your weak cries but you finally got his attention by clenching down on his dick. He shuddered to a standstill before regaining his momentum. There was no way you were becoming self-aware of your charms and using them against him. Joker glanced your way, only to find that you were already staring at him.

He couldn’t take your fluttering walls and your smoldering eyes.

Both were just too much so he buried his face in your neck. “I know, sweet girl! J-Just uh.. f__k, meeee. Why are you soooo tight?” Joker had to catch his breath and get your permission. “I need ya to cum, Princess. Ya got one more?”

Two orgasms seemed to be your limit and it was sweet enough of Joker to ask if you could cum again instead of expecting it from you. He made sure you stayed hydrated to get the most out of your big O’s.

At this point you were cock drunk, so he took your subby uh huh’s as a yes and smiled wide. “Atta girl, go on... don’t be... nghh, shy bunny. Let me have itttt.”

The audible slaps, Joker’s praise in your ear, and the eye rolling thrusts he pounded into your pussy, it was all too much to handle.

Your whole body shook in Joker’s hold as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your nails punctured holes in his jacket, not that he minded, and you crossed your ankles over his back—locking him right where you wanted him to be.

It was a nonverbal signal for him to let go and cum inside.

Joker chanted your name as each rope of cum shot into your cunt. He never came this much; it was making him dizzy, however his grip on your never faltered. The last thing he would ever do was drop his Princess regardless of his physical state. He just sagged his weight onto the door, squishing you further into the hard surface.

The room was quiet save for the collective pants of air you and Joker took. You breathed in his exhale and vice versa until he leaned back to gaze into your eyes.

He wasn’t surprised to find they were heart shaped and hazy. He had no doubt that his were similar. “You feelin’ alright, doll?”

Was he kidding? You felt amazing! At least, the parts that you could feel. There was a numb, tingling buzz spreading throughout your body after such a powerful orgasm. You were in the arms of your lover riding your afterglow; there was no doubt you were satisfied.

You caressed Joker’s scars with a big smile. It slipped your mind that he was the one that instigated this interaction. But almost like clockwork, the sex was over, and you were reverting back to your naïve ways.

“I want strawberries, J.”

Joker almost dropped you after hearing that.

Only his sweet girl would blurtout something so random after sex. He wheezed out a laugh and with great care, carried you over to the sink area.

You made a noise upon contact and Joker rolled his eyes at your inner germaphobe having a conniption. It was too little, too late to be acting out. You did just have sex with him in a public bathroom after all.

“Calm down, Bunny. We’ll uhh, clean you up, later. Lemme fix ya back pretty. Mkay?” He waited until you pouted and eventually nodded before starting.

Joker wetted a wad of paper towels and wiped your pussy and inner thighs as best he could. The soap was abysmal, so he went without. Your panties were soiled with his cum, but it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last occurrence. Joker secretly liked you walking around with a reminder of what he did to you.

Joker was fixing you back presentable when you batted your lashes at him. “Okay.... I still want strawberries. Can I get some, J?”

He was still confused. How could your mind quickly bounce from sex to fruit? “Huh?”

“J.... listen! I saw some fresh strawberries at the farmer’s market like a few stalls down. Can you buy me a pint? Ooh and replace my flowers? You.... you um stepped on them when you...”

The tips of your ears turned red and Joker knew why. It was far too easy to tease you.

He tipped your chin up, “When I whaT, Bunny?” A quick glance over at the floor revealed the trampled flowers underfoot.

You didn’t need to explain. They were no doubt a victim of his efforts to pound into you without abandon. The flowers were replaceable and judging by your watery eyes, he’d better buy you new ones and fresh strawberries or he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Whatever his sweet girl wants, she gets. That was his motto from the very beginning, and he considered himself a man of his word.

Joker sighed to himself, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Let's go get my gooo~oood girl a reward then we’ll errr head on home, ‘kay? I might get ya dirty again before I get ya all cleaned up.”

“How does that sound, Princess?” Joker bopped you on the nose. Your bashful nod was your only response. Now that wouldn’t do!

He bent down to kiss your cheek, making sure that the exaggerated mwah got a response out of you. Just his luck, it did. He smiled wide at the peal of laughter you let out. “Okay!”

His sweet girl laughing was the best sound in the world.  

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Sarrraaaah. That high reader accidentally confessing her feelings for Eddie straight to his FACE blurb???? 😭😭 poor lovesick puppy boy (I'm imagining that's what he is for the reader, right? Rightttt????) would have a heart attack hearing that. There's no way he got any sleep that night right?? Oh lord would she remember saying anything in the morning? Would she realise she was talking to Eddie?? I must know!! Would Eddie be awkward?? Ooooooo you lil word witch, you've done it again.

Who me??? Write Eddie as a lovesick puppy??? That would be sooooooooooo OOC for me 😏

I honestly don’t know yet—I think I need to dig a little deeper into him, but I believe this version of Eddie def captains a ship on a river in Egypt.

Like he’s gonna be in full denial for a minute after this. She was high/she was confused/she didn’t mean that/she didn’t, she didn’t, she didn’t—

Buuuuuuut…idk…we’ll have to seeeee 😈😈

[safetycar-restart]

I'M HEERRREEEE

i looooove writing crybaby!charles in the juiciest way possible mmmhmhmhmhmm 😈 evil gang 😈

okay but.

crybaby!charles is the most precious thing alive. he's so sensitive, but what can he do about it? it's just how he is, he can't help it :(. people loved to point that out about him negatively, but the fact that you accepted him made him start looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

often when he's had a long day, whether you're there or not, he'll just burst into tears. when he's alone, it's worse. it's just loud, loud sobbing and whimpering, balling up on the bed, or the floor of the living room or the hallway, waiting for you to arrive like a sad, lovesick puppy. he hates being alone, without you, because he doesn't know how to manage or control his feelings. they're too big for him. that's why you're there, to kiss him and hold him, to ground him and shush him with that sweet voice of yours. the voice that makes him feel so warm and fuzzy, like he's home. if he thinks about that, along with whatever is bothering him, it's going to upset him even more. you're so amazing and he loves you so much, but you're not there, while he's so sad and upset? a big no no from charlie!

so when you walk through the door, he comes SPRINTING towards you, clinging onto you for dear life. he rambles about how much he missed you, how much he needs you to help him, to calm him down and tell him he's a good boy while kissing his head.

so you do. you take him to the bedroom, lay him down on his favorite, soft maroon red blanket. he's pawing at your chest like a kitten, whining until you let him under your shirt and the place he thinks is more magical than disneyland - your tits. it's kind of a funny sight, just his head forming a huge bump under your shirt while the rest of his body hangs next to you. it makes you smile, but as funny as it is, it's comforting for him, and you'll always let him have it. sometimes he'll just lay there, head on one of your boobs while he plays with the other. other times he'll suckle on it, while he fondles the other.

saying this, obviously charles has an oral fixation. he's suckling on your boob, whining, whimpering and huffing when you tease him and joke with him. he's like an actual baby, very needy and at peace when he gets some 🍒 in his mouth. you pull the shirt over his head so the poor thing can breathe, cause he might just suffocate the way he's going at it. and oh. he looks up at you with the cutest doe eyes ever. it makes you pout and smile, letting out and "aw" at the view, so adorable you could cry or scream right then and there. he smiles up at you and HE 😭 he's a little ball of fluff your honor!

he likes sucking on your tits as a way to relax and help him sleep. so, often, you'll see his eyes slowly closing and his eyelids getting heavier, his suckling slowing down, but he almost always falls asleep with your nipple still in his mouth? he always sleeps so well after that.

maybe you suggested getting him a pacifier for when he's alone and stressed, leaving behind one of your hoodies that smell just like you when you're gone, so he can wrap it around a pillow and cuddle it, pacifier in mouth as he suckles on it until he calms down (is this drifting off into little!au kind of not really i don't know????) and often you'll just find him in the bedroom when you come back, looking up at you with wide eyes and pacifier in mouth - and he looks adorable!!!!!! cuteness agression would get the best of me and i'd squish his cheeks right then and there ;)

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Alright everyone buckle up, time for the daily “Charles obsessed with titties” ask and today we have a WONDERFUL one. I adore this. It’s so so so good. I’m gonna try and add some thoughts but it’s already incredible.

Firstly, yeah the fact that you actually love and encourage the emotional side of him is EVERYTHING to him. He’s other partners who tolerated it, but at some point they always stopped trying to comfort him and made him feel like his emotions were a burden.

He never meant to be a burden! He just feels so much so quickly and he can’t stop the tears.

But then you come along and not only do you wipe away his tears and offer him endless cuddles, but you actually praise him? You thank him for trusting you enough to let himself cry in front of you, promising him that he can always get comfort from you, that you’ll never turn him away.

And that’s just…. That’s everything. He never even let himself dream that he could find someone who loved him like that.

But now he has? Now he has you? How he has his mommy?

He loves you so much.

So obviously coming home without you is a big no. He always needs to decompress after a long and tiring day, and decompressing almost always involves some tears. It’s sometimes just a few tears in the shower, but other times he’s sobbing before he even manages to lock the door behind him.

It’s all just too much for his little heart. He’s just sobs on his own, crying his eyes out because he feels so much and it’s so intense and he needs his mommy to help!!!

Often you’ll end up getting a call from him if you’re not home? And they call never fails to break your heart because he’s always in tears. There’s no way for you to get to him, since he’s often away at a race. But he still begs you to come anyway, crying his little heart out cause he wants his mommy.

Maybe that’s where the idea of the pacifier comes from? You think about how much he loves to suckle on your breasts, how happy and safe it makes him feel.

He’s a little uncertain when you suggest a pacifier, but he trusts you completely so of course he’s going to try what his mommy suggests.

And he loves it? The first time he tries it, he’s cuddled against you. You’re reading to him and his head in your lap, sucking on his new pacifier and holy fuck he’s obsessed. Of course it’s not as nice as your titty, because nothing will ever be as good as that.

But it’s good!! And it helps him calm down.

Maybe you make sure to pack a pacifier and one of your hoodies in his back for his next race? You didn’t even tell him, just pack them away in there.

And when Charles calls you in tears, you tell him where you his his pacifier and your hoodie and the poor thing starts crying even harder, overwhelmed with how lucky he is and how much he loves his mommy.

It’s not a proper replacement for you, because nothing would ever be able to do that. But it helps. It helps so much. It’s so much better than being alone. Especially if you’re on the phone with him and he can hear your voice?

Listening to you talk, cuddling your hoodie and suckling on his pacifier. It’s good. It’s so so good. He can feel himself calm down and he falls asleep just like that.

Sometimes he doesn’t need to call you, sometimes he can just calm down on his own. But he always needs his pacifier and his mommy’s hoodie.

Though of course the moment he gets home, he needs cuddles from his mommy. Immediately!! Even if he arrives in the middle of the day, he still needs to cuddle and suck on you a little and take a nap.

It’s so so good, just cuddling under your shirt with suckling on your titty and allowing himself to float. He’s so happy there, so warm and safe and he can hear your heartbeat and listen to your voice and it’s perfect.

Sometimes he’ll start crying there? Even if he wasn’t crying when he starts suckling.

It’s never bad tears though. Only ever good tears when he starts crying there. He just gets overwhelmed with how much he loves you?

If used to worry you when you’d suddenly feel him start to shake, but not anymore. Now you just lift your shirt up and smile down at him, wiping his tears away and kissing his head.

[huckleberrykai]

Imagine being Soobin’s first love and him being yours :((

Meeting each other in high school though beomgyu, dating the whole senior year 🩵😔🩵😔🩵😔🩵 just being all lovey dovey

But then parting ways due to college; you moving to another country and not keeping in touch–except for beomgyu.

Beomgyu who arranges a meeting after all of you graduate and you move back in and soobin wants to murder him, he’s so embarrassed.

Despite everything, though, he has never stopped loving you and neither have you!

Soobin, who had a few more drinks than he can take it, mumbling if you’re taken and if you have ever thought about him on those past 4 years and Soobin, who texts you next morning apologizing for his behavior but gets so blushy and excited when you tell him you’re willing to give it a try once again <3

warnings: mentions of alcohol

HI ANONNN u r so big-brained for this i love first love soob <33

i feel like he'd be so so shy at first, just rly wanting to be your friend n researching stuff you like just so he had something to talk to u about. i don't think he even Realises he likes you until beomgyu is like.. "yeah it's obvious u like her bro. ur officially the last to know ."

and so he probs convinces you to hang out a bunch during the summer before your senior year and asks u to be his girlfriend in some cute cafe, giving you your latte that he made the barista draw a foam heart on :')

he'd be crushed when you broke up for college, he'd try dating other people but nothing was ever serious,, and beomgyu scolded him for comparing everyone to you. "she's funny, but not as funny as Y/N... her hair isn't as soft as hers either."

he was Sick of soobin pining over his lost love like a lovesick puppy.

so!! if you want something done right do it yourself!!

he sets up a reunion party, all of your friends from highschool or rather just the people that he liked / could bear to talk to for a few hours while you fixed your relationship

soobin was already a little tipsy when you arrived, and the poor guy nearly fell to his damn knees the second he saw you. he was perfectly content just.. watching you all night.

until beomgyu called him a creep and pushed him forwards, bumping directly into your shoulder. "soobin!" your eyes were wide, he thought you were even prettier than you were when you dated.

"you're beautiful."

"huh?"

"nothing."

long story short, you ended up in beomgyu's room somehow with a tall lanky man wrapped around you, begging for forgiveness when he didn't do anything wrong to begin with 😭

he rambles So Much.

"do you have a boyfriend? god i hope not. you're so pretty. please take me back Y/Nie.. i never got over you" :(

eventually, he fell asleep, and you had to leave. you weren't going to just say yes since you'd much rather hear it all from him sober, but you weren't sure when you'd see him again. before you left you unlocked his phone with his sleeping face ID and put your number in, putting his own into yours.

soobin was mortified.

his memory was hazy, but he knew he did something when he saw the text on his phone.

Y/N: sorry i unlocked your phone while you slept, i just wanted to be able to contact you

Y/N: we should talk

Y/N: you still look cute when you're rambling :)

and so he called you. a few tears and confessions were shared from both sides, and he learned that you never stopped thinking about him either. he looked like a kid on Christmas with the grin on his face when you told him you'd like to try again - and within 5 minutes he'd already planned your perfect date <3

and your wedding but you didn't need to know that

absolutely shoves his face in the pillow and flails his limbs about in excitement once you end the phone call, squeals and all >.<

takes you back to the same cafe and gets you a heart latte, just like before, asking for another chance at being your boyfriend <3

and when you officially got back together beomgyu Definitely took credit for it

[dylan-rodrigues]

Moon in the Day - ep. 6

It's less romantic & angsty and more pathetic that the most Do-ha could do for 1500 years is scare little girls via spooky mirrors

Torturing a servant girl to own the libs (your stepson)

Damn, that's sad as hell. She tells him to not get involved and save himself but when she thinks he actually left... You can see her lose all hope.

You know what, I'm getting the sense that Doha is not a good person. Bro killed his friend (?) and loyal subordinate for a chick... I hope the poor Nameless Lieutenant Guy gets reincarnated into a field marshal or something in *his* 19th life

Wait, that was his own bodyguard?? You do not, under any circumstances, have to hand it to Han Ri-ta but… was there no other option but killing him??

Young-hwa's psychiatrist must be like, "I can pay so many bills bc of this lady."

Why is this monk boy so baby girl. And wow, Do-ha in that black shirt making me feel things 😳😳

Old Monk has a point. Was it ever explained why killing her is the best way to help his soul move on? Am I forgetting or missing something?

Defeating your demons by trying to defeat your eonni with a wooden sword. 2023 is the year of positive eonni representation apparently…. Also, are they... Setting up a love line with manager and eonni?

Is he trying to make sign a NDA when she's drunk?? Not cool, manager man, I thought you were better than this

He was about to strangle her and now he's just watching her drunken antics like a lovesick puppy. Researchers must study this.

This Hyung is really one of the best eldest brothers in drama history, I think??

"I kept telling her to kill me, she kept saying she'd kill me, so I really don't understand why she killed me" bro...

I wonder if Do-ha even realizes her talisman are the same seeds he gave her bc when he does... and when she find out “she” killed him…. All aboard the angst train 🚉

So this is the last we see of lawyer man, huh? Bro is driving to his doom 😭😭… Oh God, this is worse. Seok engineered the main witness' death and essentially turned the lawyer into a double agent in one move. Again, you do not have to hand it to him, but that was kinda clever.

Oh nice of Mr Wife Guy to finally let Young-hwa know the facts when she's in a drunken haze. But at least by the end of the episode, she’s all caught up with the plot, like the audience & Do-ha.

I was just thinking, how did evil stepdad even let the marriage happen?? Oh God what is he plotting??

[lea-andres]

Mind if I just step in here and ask you how Bark & Jewel met? Sorry, my curiosity about BugBear is eating me up 😅 They're just so cute 🥺💖

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You may!!! Come bug me (hehe) about BugBear whenever! I'm always DYING to braindump about them to someone!!! 🤩🥰🤩🥰

They have half a thousand first meetings, LMAO, but here's the most frequent two I flip between:

1. The one utilized in my fic When the Day Met the Night (the Google docs are on my pinned post and the fic's in AO3 too, but only visible to those with an account), WtDMtN takes place in my own personal lore, about 6 years after present canon, where I like to pick apart the parts of canon I do like and throw out the stuff I don't. Anyway, TL;DR: Spiral Hill's hosting a fighting tournament, Team Hooligan are amongst the colorful cast drawn to the town to compete. Bark falls in love with Jewel on first sight, Jewel's... Totally terrified of him and the rest of the Hooligans. 😅 She comes around though, after a little careful nudging (and by that I mean Bark's idiot bestie and Jewel's idiot bestie throw a lit bomb into the Mineral Museum by accident and Bark saves Jewel, LOL). Bark's having trouble communicating his romantic intentions, and Jewel keeps missing the point of any romantic gestures pointed her way, and all of their friends are trying to help but are all EQUALLY bad at helping. The Hooligans have interestingly already reformed at this point, thanks to some... heartwrenching headcanons I have about where they were during the Metal Virus. (Poor Fang... 😭) But they've been MIA for absolutely ages so a lot of people don't know they've changed their ways. Espio spends a lot of time in my fic trying to discourage Jewel from befriending the Hooligans, for VERY understandable reasons, but everyone's gonna get REAL mad at him in the next few chapters. LMAO 😎✌️

2. There's no fic attached to this one yet, but I've explored what a more (technically, because yes I'm aware it still breaks some rules) IDW compliant BugBear would look like. I'm still figuring out what the details are, but TL;DR: Clutch hires the Hooligans to steal something from the Restoration. Job goes super sideways and Fang takes Jewel hostage so they can escape unscathed. Bark feels HORRIBLE they kidnapped her, so he keeps her safe and comfortable... And eventually lets her go when she works up the courage to ask him to because he's SO worried about her wellbeing it might actually work, LOL. Jewel ends up accidentally taking over the Hooligans at this point. Jewel wants to find out why the Hooligans were hired to steal the thing (still working out what that is), she's pretty much got Bark wrapped around her finger, Bean is technically more loyal to his bestie Bark than he is to Fang's orders so he's willing to tag along... But he's not willing to let the extremely irate Fang leave, so HE kinda ends up being the hostage at this point LMAO. They go to the rendezvous point with Clutch, the fucker had NO plans to pay them and was planning on killing the Hooligans, Jewel saves their asses somehow. Fang's singing a different tune now, especially when Jewel sweetens the deal by offering to hire the Hooligans as the Restoration's treasure hunting team. Consistent work, consistent pay, no backstabbing to get out of paying them. So they stop whatever Clutch is up to and save the day, yayyyyy~. Everyone else is VERY confused when Jewel returned to the Restoration with the Hooligans and insisting they're her new friends, but she seems to have it under control so there's little fight back, LOL. And I explained part 2 to this tale on a separate post. Bark, whenever he's got the free time to, is practically following Jewel around like a lovesick puppy and Amy has to TELL Jewel Bark likes her, LMAO.

And I have half a thousand other AUs each with their own unique first meetings, but those two are probably my most used. My next frequent usage is probably my kid!Bean AU (Bean's age has been significantly lowered and he's Bark's adopted kid now), but we'll explore that one on another post if you'd like. This got very long, I'm so sorry, but I can ramble for ages about my favorite rarepair, as I've proven. 😂😂😂

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we need a bel x fem reader x platonic Carter fic!!! Like after reading the book and seeing how close Carter and bel are (sisters🫶) I just want to see a slight different take on Carter and bel. Like the same Carter’s got my back and I got hers, trust is everything but it’s tested when reader comes in the picture. Bel with her feelings that she doesn’t know how to feel she’s like a broken computer that can’t compute anymore info 😭 but she doesn’t why she likes reader so much. Only she really enjoys her personality and how she is the only one that can make her feel normal. (Beside Carter). Bell slowly starts realizing that she doesn’t like when Carter holds readers hands (even if they are excited about something and squeal) she doesn’t like how Carter is always paying for your meals and she definitely doesn’t like how at ease you seek with Carter. It’s the classic I love Carter so much and she would never hurt me but bel can’t seem to let it go. Reader at the end is like “Carter’s my best friend! I like you bel!” The awkwardness of Carter just like, “I told you!” 🫶

Absolutely love this. Although I feel like bel would be so confused because this is the first real bone to pick moment with Carter. 🤣🤣 a sister feud. I can only imagine poor Rachel having to deal with her two daughters brawling over a girl. Although I don’t think it would come to that. Plot twist is that Carter is actually acting as her sisters wing woman and is gradually getting reader to talk about her feelings for bel. Encouraging her to tell bel herself. 🤣🤣 bel meanwhile is over complicating everything by reading too much into details. Instead of laughing along with Carter and reader on the walk home from school she’s watching the way Carter leans in and whispers in readers ear making her laugh and shove her. She’s watching the way reader helps Carter in class, always attentive and understanding. Their shared awkward looks from across the room. ‘She never laughs at my jokes like that. Am I not as funny as Carter?’ I love our over analyzing bel a little too much as times . I can just imagine bel sulking and grumpy because reader has been spending all her time with Carter. Till reader catches bel after class and grabs her hand, “let’s do something together! Just us.” Then of course bel is like a lovesick puppy. 🤣I’m definitely adding this to my list for when I get done with all the requests.

[rlqfpdl]

hiiii!! I just saw your post about Jason X child of Apollo and it was so good😭 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could write about Jason again but maybe a daughter of Demeter and he trains her in sword fighting while he’s at camp halfblood and she’s teaching him some basics in gardening and they begin to gain feelings for each other?? thank you so much <3

Blossoming flowers

Demeter!Fem!reader x Jason Grace

A/N: Omg am so glad you like my other fic! And I hope you really enjoy this one as well. I maybe deferred a bit from the original request but hope you like it. <3

Contains: fluff, characters very occ, kind of fast paced sorry.

Word count: 3.3k

It was no secret to anyone that you had a big fat crush on Mark from the Ares cabin. You  constantly found yourself at the amphitheater, like a lovesick puppy in hopes to catch a glimpse of the son of Ares, drenched in sweat beating some random kid to a pulp. Even going as far as going to infirmary after capture the flag ready to nurse him back to health–even if you didn't have healing powers–you didn't hide your attraction. Maybe it was a Demeter thing to fall for hard-headed boys with egos higher than Zeus himself. Usually, you helped the satyrs with growing strawberries and keeping the camp green and filled with flowers. But after numerous attempts to grab Mark’s attention with spider lilies and anthuriums, only to find left to die (even if it took you days to grow perfect glowing red flowers for his sake). You decided on a new approach: impressing him with your fighting skills to show him you could be someone worthy of his father’s attention. 

That’s why you now found yourself on the training grounds, searching for a certain blonde. After Luke's departure, you were told Jason was the next best thing, knowing both Greek and Roman techniques that might catch Mark's eye. Jason was dripping sweat as he finished slicing a poor dummy, stopping to catch his breath and drenching himself in ice-cold water from his bottle. You weren't oblivious; he did look handsome like this, but he was no Ares boy. 

“I need your help Grace,” you interrupted his little show. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “How can I help you …” he seemed to be trying to remember your name, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but you quickly finished his sentence presenting yourself “I’m Y/N L/N from cabin 4, and I need you to teach me how to use a sword,” you said, hands crossing in front of your chest as Jason still seemed stuck in though. 

“I think they have instructors in this camp for that, “ he said, confused at what was happening. Most of the campers here were friendly and cheery. You, on the other hand seemed the complete opposite, you were not rude, just slightly demanding and a bit mother-like. 

“I know but none can offer me what you have,” you replied, looking up and down at the boy. He seemed way too awkward for his good. It made you chuckle, seeing him become even more confused. “I’m not threatening you or anything,” you laughed. “I’m trying to impress someone. I need to learn from the best of the best to get his attention.” You started to blush at the thought of Mark. 

‘oh so she's doing this for a stupid crush’ Jason thought as he cleared his throat, bringing you back from your daydreaming. “Yeah I can help you, but at a price. I’m not cheap,” he said, expecting you to decline. Who would want to pay someone for sword lessons when they were free.? But he didn't know you were so desperate that you would pay him 500 drachmas just for a lesson 

“I'll make your cabin look presentable for inspections. How about that?” you asked, remembering how Miranda complained about how clean yet dirty the Zeus cabin was. It was like he tried but stopped halfway, landing Jason with dish duty a few times. How could he refuse an offer like this? Really, you would clean his cabin, and he only had to teach you sword fighting sounds like a win in Jason's book 

“Okay deal, but we can only practice after lunch and if I get put on dishwashing duty, the deal is off,” he said, holding his hand out. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a deal, Grace,” you responded, shaking his hand. “I'll be at your cabin after breakfast before inspections. You'll forget that dish duty is even a thing.” You dropped his hand, walking back to the strawberries to work, leaving poor Jason still confused by the whole interaction.

You didn't lie when you said you would be there after breakfast. Your hair was down, and you wore the camp shirt with some denim shorts paired with your favorite trainers. Knocking on the door, you hadn't seen Jason at breakfast, so you assumed he slept in, something he tended to do. You guessed your slamming on the door woke the poor boy up as he opened the door, his glasses messily put on and with a severe case of bed head. 

“Took you long enough, inspections are in an hour” You pushed him aside, excusing yourself entering the cabin. Jason was still trying to wake up, annoyed that you just walked in like it was your cabin. “Oh, please come in thank you for waking me up,” he said sarcastically, closing the door. “Like I said inspections in an hour, and I said I would be here after breakfast. I don't lie, sparky. Nice pajamas, by the way,” you snickered. Jason didn't seem to like the sudden nickname as you started dusting off his nightstand. 

“What's with the nicknames? We only just met yesterday,” he questioned, grabbing fresh clothes to replace his current Superman pajamas, embarrassed by his current state. “Well, the nickname is staying, sparky, and correction you met me yesterday. I met you since you arrived at camp. You're famous among girls, Jason ". You continued to clean up the cabin. It was easy since he was the only one living here, so you wouldn't take long making this place sparkle, unlike your cabin. 

Jason couldn't help blushing at your words. What did you mean he was ‘popular’ among girls? He could consider himself more average really. He walked towards the bathrooms to freshen up a bit and change his clothes, finishing by adding some vases you bought with you, adding water to them and growing some beautiful blue stars and hibiscus effortlessly, placing them by the windows. You left the cabin before Jason could come out, escaping to your camp activities. 

Jason heard another knock as he rolled his eyes. It was probably whoever was doing inspections. He looked around seeing your work. You left the place spotless with flowers adding to the dull, pasty white cabin. It looked nice. “I’m coming in, Jason '' he heard a familiar voice say. At least it wasn't some random camper he didn't know this time. Piper opened the door stepping in with a scroll and pen “You better have cleaned this–” she cut herself off looking around. “Wow you did great. Oh my gods, are those flowers? They’re so beautiful!” She said, getting close to smell them. “You outdid yourself, Jason, You get a 4 out of 5.” Piper left as Jason stood there in shock, He really could get used to this. 

Now being lunchtime and finally relaxing after inspections, the Demeter cabin, of course, received a 5 out of 5. Still, the Aphrodite cabin had beaten you guys for shower privileges. You sat with the rest of your siblings, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich with some apples, and your goblet filled with your favorite drink. As you ate away, starving from being out in the heat, you were interrupted by Miranda's stare. She kept looking at you up and down like you had something on your face. 

“Can I help you?” you said, looking back at her, confused at this random stare-off. “I heard from Drew that cabin 1 had flowers in it,” she said. “Um, thanks for the information, I guess,” you responded, getting back to your meal. “I thought you like Mark, not Jason” said Stev, chiming himself into the conversation. Now it seemed that all your siblings were interested in this random conversation. “Who said those flowers are mine?” “Nobody said anything about the flowers being yours,” Miranda rebutted. “Well, it was implied, and I still like Mark. I’m just doing Jason a favor,” you defended. You didn't enjoy the sudden interest in your life that your siblings seem to have. Of course, you love them, and you shared most information with them,but you just didn't find this to be relevant enough to be discussed at lunch. 

“Are you trying to make him jealous? I have to tell Sherman,” Miranda continued. “I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, so don’t rat me out to your boyfriend. I’m just being a friendly camper.” You technically weren’t lying. You just wanted to stop this conversation. It was none of their business if you gave another boy flowers. “Well, I'll drop this, but maybe it will help you move on from Mark. He doesn't seem that interested in you.” You loved Miranda, really , but you just wanted to eat in peace.

You stood up annoyed at your sister. “I'm not moving on, and I just wanted to eat peacefully. Thank you.” You stomped over, dropping the rest of your food in the pit, and walked towards the training fields. You half expected Jason not to be there yet, probably enjoying his lunch, yet it was Jason Grace; he was already there, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Aren't you going to get lunch?” You were starting to think this boy doesn't eat and only trains. “Already did,” he responded blandly, dropping the fake sword and flipping his shirt to clean off the sweat on his forehead. You could slightly see his abs turning around at the sight. “Thanks for the cabin,” he finally said, clearing his throat and making you look back “Yeah, well, now it's your time to hold your end of the deal.” Jason grabbed another wooden sword and walked closer to you, he handed you the sword. 

“Okay now show me how you hold it,” he said as you placed your hands on the handle, unfamiliar with it. You looked up at Jason as he judged your stance. He got behind you, wrapping his hands around yours and adjusting them. “You should hold it kind of like a tennis racquet. Place this hand here.” You were glad he couldn't see your face because you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They felt so nice around yours that you wished they could stay there. You seemed to snap yourself back to reality at your train of thought, you were doing this for Mark, you reminded yourself. Jason backed away and grabbed his sword again 

“Once you have your hands like that, try swinging it like this,” he demonstrated the move with such ease, as if sword fighting was like breathing to him. You tried what seemed to be an easy move and failed. You frowned, thinking this was going to be easy. It's just a stick. How hard could it be? “It's fine if you don't get it the first time. You need to be one with the sword, feel the movements flow with the air, adapt yourself, and don't take your eyes off the target,” he said, demonstrating some moves on the dummies. Jason was a natural. He looked majestic moving with the wind, hitting the dummy again and again. He stopped looking back at you, your mouth was in awe, still holding your wooden sword 

“Yeah, Sparky, I’m quitting, this is too hard. You make it look so easy” you said, dropping the sword. “You're not quitting.It's not easy at first, believe me, but you'll get the hang of it. Trust me, just give it time. Now, grab that sword, starting from the beginning” you did he said. Now finally understand why people always were so sweaty after sword practice, as you kept repeating motions one after the other, following Jason's lead. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought, or maybe a certain blonde made things a little bit more bearable.

You would be lying if you said being with Jason wasn’t enjoyable. After several weeks of training with Jupiter's son, you would go as far as to say you guys are friends. You started to look forward to your little session after lunch, eating your food as soon as possible and leaving your siblings in the dust before they could ask any questions. It wasn't like this was a secret or anything, but you also were not vocal about Jason helping you, especially since it was supposed to be a surprise for Mark, or at least that's how it started.

 Over the past few weeks, Jason somehow knew how to tumble down your walls, your once harsh and sometimes rude demeanor falling. You found yourself laughing at his nerdy puns and craving the feeling of his hands on your waist as he corrected your form. But that's how friends feel about each other, right? Jason couldn't complain either, your presence brought a certain peace to his life, and he kept getting great shower slots, his cabin being decorated always with the most gorgeous flowers from salvia, bluebells, lobelias, hydrangeas, iris, and much, much more. Seeing every new flower brought a smile to his face, unlike a certain Ares boy, he took care of them. Your cleaning services evolved to gardening services as you taught him how to take care of each one properly or how to press them once dead. Jason had his little secrets in the corner of his small closet. He placed a box with every pressed flower you had grown for him, but that's what friends do, right?

Finding yourself in the strawberry fields working on the current order the ‘Delphi strawberry service’ had to fulfill, every time you found yourself growing plants or tending to them, you couldn't help but escape to your little world, concentrating on the feeling of the vines, the roots, and the way the wind blew. Everything was perfect as a small batch of strawberries started to materialize. 

“That's impressive,” a deep voice called. You swear your heart skipped a beat as a small bush of larkspur grew. “Gods, Jason, announce your comingings and goingings please,” you said, a hand over your heart, trying to calm it down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he laughed. “I didn't know that would happen,” he pointed towards the flowers, crouching down to touch them. 

“Yeah, Demeter kids can sometimes grow things when startled, their larkspur, July birth flowers,'' you explained, making them disappear, turning back your attention towards the strawberries. “My birthday is July,'' he said, frowning at the disappearance of the flowers. “Really? Didn't know that." Lies, you did know that Jason's birthday was in July. You knew why those flowers popped up, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m busy, sparky. Do you need anything?” That once annoying nickname came to grow on him, the sound of your voice was like honey to him, so sweet he couldn't get enough. 

“First I want you to make those flowers again, and second, I wanted to ask you for advice,” he said, starting to whisper the last part. You continued looking at the strawberries, using your other hand to create a small batch of larkspurs, Jason gently grabbed them, handling them with surprising care.  

“Cabin 6 is that way if you want advice,” you pointed towards the cabins with your free hand, now picking some strawberries off, staking them in green crates. “Yeah, no, this is more of a Demeter question than an Athena one,” he said, peeling his eyes off the flowers and looking back at you. “You see, I think this girl is cute and I want to make a bouquet for her,” he said, averting his eyes, getting nervous all of a sudden. You didn't expect him to ask you for such a favor, this girl must be perfect for Jason to want to do such a grand gesture, but you also didn't expect to feel so jealous about this girl. 

“I think this is more of a Cabin 10 thing, maybe you should ask Piper,” you said, like venom spilling out your tongue as petunias began to replace small daisies that lay on the ground. 

“I already talked to Piper, and she said I should talk to you,” he responded, not noticing the small circle of flowers that surrounded you now. Getting up, ready to walk away from this conversation, you looked back at Jason. “Get her Azaleas, girls like those.” Correction. You liked those. You didn't understand your current rage of jealousy. You liked Mark, Jason was just a friend nothing more. You walked away before he could say anything else, heading directly towards the training grounds. Now that you seem to be decent with a sword, it was quite relaxing to destroy dummies when you had these fits of rage. 

“Not half bad, Y/N,” spoke a voice. You tensed up, directing your attention towards them. “Oh hi, Mark.” You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but still, for some reason, you didn't feel a storm of butterflies like you did before. 

“I miss the flowers, you seem to be avoiding me,” he said, fake pouting. More like you miss the attention, you thought. “Well, I've been busy lately,” you replied, trying your best to look everywhere but his eyes. He seemed to smirk, at his seeing the effect he had on you 

“I've seen you with that Zeus boy. If you needed help with a sword, you could've just asked me,” he racked his hand through his hair, getting closer to you. You should’ve been happy that Mark finally seemed to notice you, but it just felt wrong. You wanted Jason to be there. 

“She's quite happy with her current teacher,” Jason quickly slung his arm around your waist ,pulling you closer to him. Mark scoffed, turning his ego crushed into pieces. “I thought you liked him, you looked kind of uncomfortable there,” Jason said letting you go once Mark left. You missed the warmth of his arm. Gods, you think you like Jason. You couldn't say you were surprised. After spending some time sparing, bodies full of sweat colliding with one another, or how he touched you to correct your form, hands lingering a little more than they should. 

Your eyes were stuck on Jason's, blue just like morning glories. Then they traveled down to his lips. Gods, this boy was making it impossible to form words. Completely unaware of your racing thoughts, you said, “I think I like this other guy,” stepping closer. You didn't know what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn't be left looking like a fool. 

“Oh really?” He sounded sad, even frowning a bit. “I’m sure he's handsome,” Jason tried to act interested in this new information, but he could not help but feel equally as jealous. Couldn't you see how much he liked you, how even agreed to this whole thing because you had caught his eye? 

“Yeah, he's handsome, good with a sword. It's kind of hot seeing him practice every day,” he said, stepping closer to Jason as he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It always made you laugh at how awkward he could be at times, not knowing what to do or how to act. 

“Whenever he uses glasses it makes him look cuter. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever” Not going to lie, that made you cringe, but this whole situation was making you cringe. Wrapping your hands around his neck Jason couldn't help but smile, finally understanding where you were going with this. You instantly pulled him down, your lips colliding finally as you felt him smile into the kiss. 

“I think he likes you too” he whispered, your faces are so close. “Thought you liked another girl, one that you wanted to give flowers to,” Jason instantly facepalmed himself. Even after kissing and confirming his feelings, you stayed as dense as ever. 

“Yeah Y/N I like you. I wanted to give flowers to you,” he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss. “Meet me after the campfire in my cabin?” he said. “It's a date,” you smiled, pulling back again for another kiss.