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Blaise Zabini Headcanons

Author’s Note: I've grown to love Blaise. I will write one for Draco and maybe Tom, but I have some other stuff I want to write first. My drafts are filling up.

Proofread, but there's ALWAYS mistakes. Ugh.

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons

Tom Riddle Headcanons

Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Masterlist

Minors DNI | 18+

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Blaise Zabini | Physique

6’2 - 6’3 | Same height as Mattheo

Lean build and naturally athletic. Very toned.

His V line??? No words.

He gives me major jock vibes in terms of how he looks.

I feel like he also looks super clean?

I don't know if that makes sense. Like skin glowing, clothes freshly pressed, very clean and nice hands. He looks like someone who has their life together.

Resting bitch face. Always looks uninterested and unamused.

Besides that, he has a really nice smile. It changes his whole aura.

Really nice teeth. When he smiles, your eyes are immediately drawn to his mouth.

His smile is just so warm and comforting.

He's really pretty?

Intimidatingly pretty, it's like he doesn't have a single bad feature.

Blaise Zabini | Personality

The best one in the group. Genuinely. Still has asshole tendencies, but there's no doubt that he's the nicest one.

He was raised by a strong woman and never had a consistent father figure in his life.

While this left its scars, it made him into someone who really respects women and their opinions.

Unlike his friends, he doesn’t see them as pieces of meat.

He has a lot of different friend groups. He hangs out mostly with the boys, but he’ll make an appearance in the other groups from time to time.

He's not friendly, but he's polite. He won't approach a random person, but if they approach him he won't brush them off.

They never get much out of him. He’s very short, not trying to carry the conversation and uninterested.

The people who don't know him think he's just like that and the people who do know him know he's hinting that he wants them to go away.

Judgemental and stubborn.

He has his way of doing things and if you do it differently then he thinks you're annoying. He doesn't get mad, just agitated.

He won't always say what's on his mind, but he'll show it through his facial expressions.

He's so funny. He has this big tough guy exterior, but he can be so sassy.

Draco will walk out in a new suit he just bought

Cost me quite a lot. I look good don't I?

Blaise will just lightly screw his face up in distaste.

Mm.

He doesnt even have to say anyting to be a bitch.

Don't ever cross him. He will make you regret every life decision you ever made.

He's so observant, he notices everything. He picks up on every mistake, every insecurity, and will point them out just to get back at someone.

Seriously. He will bring you to tears if you piss him off.

But when he's really hurt by someone or something he becomes very stoic. He will never break down in private, but never in public.

Nervous breakdown in the closet, tears, snot, the whole lot. Then he’ll walk out looking completely fine.

He is really good at putting himself together in a pinch.

Will NEVER speak up when he's suffering and he hates it when people know about the things he's going through.

A bit of a loner, but like Theo he makes appearances at parties and big events because he's from a good family. He feels like it’s expected of him.

He's an unintentionally social person. People just start talking to him out of nowhere and he lets them.

Mainly because he likes to know stuff about people.

Blaise wants the tea. He wants to know who did what and why they did it.

He and Draco have a little debrief each week to talk shit. He would never miss it.

A keeper in Quidditch

Once again, all of the boys smoke some weed from time to time. Blaise partakes in both alcohol and weed equally.

Definitely a dark liquor man

Pretty pretentious when it comes to alcohol. He hasn't even tried the cheap stuff. Never will.

He travels to distilleries to handpick his own bottles and barrels. Knows a lot about how to make whiskey, bourbon, etc. It's a little fun fact about him. | I know this is so random, but I feel like this just suits him???

Blaise Zabini | Casanova

Blaise is a pretty straightforward person.

He's not really classified as a manwhore, but he also doesn't believe in celibacy either.

He hooks up every now and then. At least 1-2 girls a month. It's very casual.

There's not a lot of buildup. He doesn't spend days pursuing these women. It's usually 2 hours or 10 minutes.

He decides he wants sex and finds a girl he thinks is attractive.

Has NEVER been turned down. It's crazy. He can talk up anyone. Such a smooth talker.

Blaise doesn’t fuck, he makes love.

He he pays attention to how their body reacts and quickly learns how to please them.

He's slow and passionate. Loves missionary.

But there's not a lot of emotion on his part. Not very vocal either.

He likes to touch and feel, he's not wasting time on words.

Aftercare is average but it’s there which is more than I can say for any of the other boys.

He'll clean them up afterwards and then place a joint in his mouth while he pours himself and them glass of whiskey. Wanna smoke?

If the they reach out to him then he'd be down to have sex again maybe, but he doesn't reach out to anyone after they hook up. He always finds a different person.

He has a three and done rule for the people he does see again. Will never hook up with a single person more than three times because he doesn't want to catch feelings or vice versa.

Doesn't date. That's it. He makes it very clear to everyone around him that he isn't a relationship person. He doesn’t lead anyone on and is very blunt about his intentions.

He says he has no interest in it, but deep down he’s really afraid of intimacy and vulnerability.

He’s got commitment issues

Blaise Zabini | Friend

Closest to Theo and Draco. They’re on the same level.

Second closest to Tom. He and Tom are the ones who sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

More so Tom because Blaise will usually end up putting a stop to it eventually.

Blaise is the glue that holds everyone together. They would genuinely fall apart without him.

He is the only person who can boss them around. No one gets it, but they just listen to Blaise?

Blaise doesn’t talk much, even around the boys. So when he does talk people have to pay attention. His voice is very deep and naturally assertive. He can silence a room with one word.

Blaise really helps the boys grow.

Blaise makes them better people because he has the most empathy.

Instead of taking his pain and turning it into anger, he turned it into understanding. He really tries to see everyone’s perspective and why they do what they do.

Whenever the boys get into arguments and are so wrapped up in their own pride Blaise is the one to remind them to think about how the other person feels.

Devil's Advocate. Usually a middle man. It’s rare he’s involved in confrontations.

The boys don't take care of Blaise in return because he won't give any indication he needs taken care of.

Except Theo. He knows Blaise doesn’t want to talk about what he’s going through, but he notices the difference in his demeanor. It's because they are very similar in how they handle their feelings.

It’s hard for Blaise to let loose and have fun. He’s usually very serious, but the boys are able to coax it out of him.

When Blaise does let loose he goes wild.

The most drunk, the most high, and he is running in every direction causing the most chaos. The boys are shocked each and every time and without fail always bring it up whenever they hang out.

Three months after the incident they’re all sitting in the common room and Lorenzo speaks up.

Hey Blaise? Remember when you got drunk and almost went home with that 70 year ol-

Remember when you knew how to shut the fuck up?

Blaise Zabini | Boyfriend

Gentle

He's so tender and sweet with you.

Blaise never yells at you. Ever.

I feel like Blaise also has this protector/provider mindset. He spent most of his life taking care of his mom and making promises to her that he would never turn out like the men she married. The men she had to get rid of.

It's part of the reason why it took him so long to let himself fall in love. He felt a lot of pressure to get it right and make his mom proud.

Blaise isn't big on PDA. He thinks it’s showy and unnecessary, he'd much rather show his affections in private. Physical Touch

Blaise still likes to keep you close to him despite not being big on PDA. Like Mattheo he finds comfort in knowing you're safe. But Blaise won't reach out to touch you, he’ll just make sure he's in your space.

Letting your legs touch as you sit together, walking so close through the hallways that your hands graze with each sway of your arm, standing directly behind you so much so that your back is pressed flush against his chest.

You always know he's there.

Then there's private touches.

He'll send you a note to meet him in the Room of Requirement after class.

The second your foot steps into the room you're pulled into his embrace. You feel the weight of his shoulders melt away as he slumps into your touch. Pulling back he traces his finger tips up your arm, moving past your shoulder and neck before gently cupping your face in his hands. He doesn't say anything, just staring at you while his eyes scan every feature from the tip of your hairline from the bottom of your chin.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. He mutteres pushing his face down and connecting his lips to yours. I just missed you.

When you're standing in the hallway he'll softly squeeze your hip for a couple of seconds to announce his presence.

Sometimes when you're walking with the group he'll grab your wrist and hold you back while the others keep going. Before you can even question it you feel his lips press against yours.

He smiles at you and you two bask in the couple seconds of tenderness hidden from the rest of the group.

Blaise doesn't feel the need to announce his love to everyone, just the one that matters. You.

He mainly shows his love through spending time with you and doing things he believes will make your life easier. Quality Time and Acts of Service

Blaise enjoys his alone time and will never hang out with someone unless he genuinely wants to.

You realize how much Blaise cares about you because he invites you to do the things he usually does by himself.

Sitting at the black lake to think, walking around Hogsmeade when he thinks too much, lounging in his room, savoring his drink and letting his breath calm with each exhale of his joint.

Blaise wants you there. Even when you're both not talking, he finds comfort in your presence.

He likes to take you to out as well. Blaise might take you out to an arcade, amusement park, or something fun every once in a while, but usually it's the more luxurious stuff. Wine tastings, fancy dinners, well hidden speakeasies. He always knows the best spots and he gets so excited to show them to you.

I feel like Blaise is a bit of a food snob and that would go over into your meals together.

He takes time explaining which wines go with which dish and he knows the backstory of the chef and where they got their training. He'll explain how to eat certain things in order to experience the most flavor. He can go on and on about it and you just let him because Blaise doesn't get excited about much. It's nice to hear him go on a rant every once in a while.

And while at these dinners Blaise is the perfect gentleman.

Pulls out your chair, holds the door for you, pays for everything.

Blaise prefers to be the one who pays, but he'd let you if you asked to. He likes to tease you about it if ever you end up paying. He'll wink at you before saying,

Thank you for dinner, my love. Now let me take care of dessert.

Blaise also likes to take care of you by making sure everything is pristine. I feel like he likes to stay clean and organized, so in turn he'll help you stay clean and organized.

Tidying up your room, organizing your desk, and if you have some items that are in disarray he'll replace them with newer versions.

It can start some small arguments if you're someone who prefers things a little messy.

Blaise, I don't need new shoes.

Yes, you do. Look! Theres a little hole right there.

I like the hole! I like how messy they look!

But WHY??

Then one day you come back to find brand new a box under your shoes. Rolling your eyes you put the fresher pair before heading out for the day.

Blaise sees you and instantly breaks out into a smile.

They're just going to get ruined like the last pair.

Then I'll go out again and buy you some more.

Gift Giving

Blaise likes to match.

I hate matching couple stuff, but it makes sense for him.

He buys you guys matching rings, matching shoes, necklaces.

If he goes out to buy himself a suit then he's getting you a dress that goes with it. Double of every shirt, every jacket, sweater.

He'll buy you a set of lacey blue lingerie and surprise you with a pair of briefs the exact same color. So we can be equally sexy.

Blaise is also a flower guy, but he likes to put together his own bouquets. Not himself, but he hand picks everything. He won't go to a florist and buy the bouquets on display. You're too special for that. He hand picks the best flowers, and takes time thinking about which ones will go best together.

He spends months planning out gifts for birthdays, Valentine's Day, anniversaries, etc.

Blaise makes a note of everything you like. I think he actually has a little piece of paper where he writes a whole bunch of potential gift ideas and information about you.

A dress you said you wanted, if you like gold or silver jewelry, favorite foods, flowers, etc. Sometimes when he's stumped he'll reference the list so he's able to put together presents for you.

Blaise also likes to write letters to you. Words of Affirmation.

It's easier for him to put it on a piece of paper rather than say it aloud.

You'll find little notes of encouragement in your bag before a test.

Notes telling you he loves you that he spelled to end up in your pocket.

He also includes letters in the gifts he gives you. Every single one to add his own personal touch to whatever he buys.

"I know I'm not a man of many words. Even though I've grown comfortable in my silence, I've still never found myself unable to articulate my thoughts into words. I've always been the type of person who was quick witted and knew the right things to say. But with you? With you all of my thoughts fade. You've driven me to stupidity. A silent idiot who can think of nothing more than how much I care for you. How much I love you. It may be hard for you to understand why I can't say this aloud very often. I can barely understand it myself. Just know that my love for you is always there. Even when my body falls, my love will live everywhere. The spot where we first kissed, first danced, or had our first date. Each of these places will hold our memories and our love. It'll make us infinite. Then we will live again and again and I get to fall in love with the best part of me over and over for the rest of all of our lives.

Happy anniversary, my love. I look forward to each and every one.

-Blaise"

Blaise Zabini | Committed Lover

Once again, Blaise doesn't fuck. He makes love.

He takes his time. Kissing you slowly, moaning as tongue slips into your mouth and his hands move to your shirt.

One by one he pops each button, taking his time to let his hands wander once your shirt is fully opened.

He doesn't want to rush, especially with you.

Like Mattheo, Blaise just enjoys the act of pleasing you.

He will spend ages tasting you, feeling you, bringing you to immense pleasure every single time.

He needs to make you cum at least 3-4 times before he even considers himself.

And then he'll lay you down gently, looking into your eyes as he gently brushes the hair out of your face. You're perfect.

He reaches down and grabs ahold of his length, moving it through your folds before positioning himself at your entrance. His eyes stay on you, looking for any signs of discomfort. Is this alright? Are you okay?

Blaise's number one priority is to make sure you enjoy sex the entire time.

Blaise is far from vanilla though. In fact?

...Blaise LOVES to be dominated

A SUB!!!!

When he's on top he doesn't talk a lot, even with you. It’s just a lot of moans and sighs. His main focus is on the feeling of it all and making sure you’re okay.

When he's a bottom???

VOCAL!! SO VOCAL!!

How does it feel pretty boy?

Ahhh! AH! I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Please fuck me! I'll be good! I promise!!

I don't know, Blaise. Only good boys get to fuck me. Do you think you were being a good boy?

Blaise had an attitude with you earlier. He was having a bad day and rolled his eyes at you when you asked him a question. You don't even remember what you asked. You just remember the look on Blaise's face when you raised your eyebrows at him. He knew he shouldn't have done that.

Now he was held down, your tie comfortably around his wrists as his arms were positioned to stay above his head. Your hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly. Too slow.

I'm a good boy! Fuck! I'm your good boy! I'll never do it again! Just plea-Oooooooh fuck.

You had your back turned to him, ass in his face as you pushed yourself down on his long, hard cock. You began to bounce, going to his tip and dropping down, your skin slapping against each other with movement.

Did you forget your manners?

Your head turns slightly to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, mouth pressed together as he struggled to hold himself together. Not like you were making it any easier.

I-I. Mmmmmm...Ugh! Thank you!

You're welcome, baby.

It’s such a contrast. Seeing the once cool demeanor Blaise demonstrated crumble as he turned into a blabbering and whimpering mess for you. Only for you.

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2-dsimp · 25 days

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if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

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spidybaby · 7 months

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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unidentified-ending · 7 months

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What's up bro! I was just wondering weather you could make a little oneshot-headcanon about a male student in aizawas class who's younger brother (age 4-5) is quite dangerous due to his quirk but he's never done anything and he's been declined from multiple daycares and his parents are super stressed but Aizawa ends up taking the male reader younger brother to U.A's daycare and everyone in the dorms loves him bc he's so cute.

Thanks man, have a good day!!!!!

A/N: of course bro, this request is so cute so buckle up for some fluffy, maybe ooc aizawa and a cute younger brother.

This can be read as a trans or cis dude but if trans js imagine you got top surgery at a young age (not that young tho!). It's not mentioned anyways

Your parents were stressed. Like stressed stressed.

Your younger brother with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes was boping around in your living room.

His name was Kuragari and he could destroy all of reality in one clap of his hand

But it's never happened before, but most people stay away from the cute ball of happiness.

When he was a child (2-3), everyone would stay away from him but he had you

Y/n L/n, a (personality trait) boy who was in class 1a, UA. Aspiring hero, and the best brother anyone could ask for.

Anyways back to the point.

Your parents were stressed, Kuragari's power was getting in the way of his daycare applications.

He was dangerous and so nobody came near him bc of "the sake of the other children"

And your parents both worked and you went to school so it was a hell of a time trying to do something for him

He'd usually get a baby sitter but he'd cry a couple of hours in, begging for you and his parents.

Which made either you, your mother or father come home from work early and have to settle him down

But that when the offer of you life came true.

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"Y/n" you hear a faint voice call for you.

"Y/n!" The same voice but louder said again.

"Y/N!" The person said and you shot up straight away, the redness in your eyes and the bags under them were a huge sign of no sleep.

You looked around, you were in your classroom but nobody was in there, just your homeroom teacher calling out for you.

"Yes sir! I'm up, I'm up." You exclaimed into the empty room, your brother had woken up crying at exactly 2:27 am yesterday night and your parents wouldn't wake up so you had to deal with Kuragari by yourself and that lasted duntil 4:16 am when he decided to sleep. And you knew you had to wake up at 7 tomorrow so only 3 hours of sleep didn't toll well on your body.

"It's break, why are you still sleeping?" Aizawa questioned, though not making any visable facial expressions.

"I-uh, I just didn't get enough sleep. I'm okay" You said, blinking in drowsiness

Aizawa raised an eyebrow and said "Are you sure? Is there something I need to know?"

"Nah, not really. It's just my younger brother Kuragari. He's been declined by so many daycares' bescuse his quirk is too dangerous for the daycare but hes never actually used it before." You explain and Aizawa listens intently.

"He can break reality in one clap of his hands but he's so cute, he's 5 this year and me, my mother and my father have been extremely stressed about this issue because nobody can baby sit him for more then five hours before he starts to throw a fit and cry. And we have to take care of him at night and its very tiring."

Aizawa listened to your story all the way through and at the end he said, "How about we take him and we can take care of him? It's up to your parents though." Your eyes glimmered at the idea and you told him you'd ask them this evening.

That evening~~~~

"Mum, Dad. I've got news! Sensei Aizawa said he's take in Kuragari into the U.A daycare! Only if you want." You exclaimed when you got into the house and ran straight into your living room.

"Wait what?" Your father said, a hint of surprisment in his voice. "Really?" You mother said, a huge smile growing on her face.

"Yes!" You shouted with picking up your little brother and he immediately started laughing and clapping his hands together in excitement even though he had no idea what you were talking about.

A few hours later

"So what do we need to do to get Kuragari in there?" Your mother said while feeding him some food.

"Nothing, we just have to bring him in tomorrow and they take him in, look after him and there is another sweet girl called Eri in there. She's so sweet and I think they would get along together."

"Are you sure about this, honey?" Your father said to your mother

"It's a opportunity we must take. For the sake of our sleep" Your mother yawned.

Your father nodded on agreement.

"Alright then, but it's your responsibility to dress and wash him in the morning because we have work tomorrow. Fair?" Your father asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Fair" you agreed while picking up Kuragari and placing him on the couch and turning on some baby shows.

The next morning~~~~~~

You looked at a snoozing Kuragari at 6:50 am. You knew he was gonna throw a fit about waking this early but he had to get up.

You picked up the snoozing boy and cradled him in your hands, gently rubbing your finger over his forehead to wake him.

He started to fidget in your hands and kick his legs about. That's when he opened his ayes and started wailing.

"Shh, shh it's okay. I need you to wake up for me." You say as you kissed his head and put him in his baby chair.

You made his baby breakfast and ate your own, he was still glaring at you for waking him up early.

After that, you ran a bath for the two of you while he played with some of his toys.

"Kuragari." You exclaimed and he came crawling over to the bathroom with a toy car in his hand.

You undressed him and put him in the bath and you also got in. He flapped around with his bath toys in the bath, accidentally hitting you with some bubbles.

"You silly child" you sighed before taking him out and dressing him in some new clothes.

"Alright lil bro, I'm gonna carry you to school today. So climb on my back." You said while taking your keys and unlocking your front door.

You crouched down do he could climb on your back and he crawled up your back and seated himself right on your shoulders.

Off you two go to school~~~

Surprisingly you were the only two there in your class. Mean class did start at 8:20 and you two got there at 7:59 so it was pretty early.

You went to sit at your desk and then you took your brother off your head and placed him on your desk, then placed your own head on the desk, hoping for some of your own sleep.

Your promised it would 5 minutes but 5 minutes turned into 15.

Your self-consciousness was telling you to get awake and that's when you shot up awake, immediately in search for you younger brother.

"Kuragari" you said, your eyes darted across the room but all you could see were your fellow classmates crowded around something..or someone.

"Where's my brother?" You said in panic and the whole class looked at you in surprise.

"You mean this bundle of joy" Denki said as he held your smiling and laughing brother in his hands.

Your face immediately relaxed, you hadn't lost him.

"I'm so sorry guys-" you started but Mina interrupted.

"There no need to be sorry he's so cute!" She said while the rest if the class agreed with him. You went to join the classmates of yours and when he saw you he did his signature grabby hands and you picked him up.

"Bakugo saw you sleeping when he came in then me spotted your brother on his desk. He carefully just put him back on your desk and sat down."

Bakugo tsked at his desk but didn't deny it.

"What's he even doing here anyways?" Sero says as he laughs with Kuragari.

"Oh it's a long story, so-" then a door slammed open and Aizawa walked in.

"What is going here?" He questioned and everyone moved out the way of Kuragari and Aizawa had one look at the child and back at you and he knew you two were siblings.

Kuragari on the other hand started to cry at the old grizzled man and immediately started to grab onto Deku's shirt.

"Sorry man, he's a bit grumpy. I'll take him out." You say to deku and he waves it off completely fine.

When you walk out of the room, Aizawa walked out as well.

"Sorry sensei, he's just-"

"Yeah yeah, I know. Let's just get him in the daycare and we can start lessons" Aizawa said and the two of you walked to the daycare in silence.

You dropped him off to the daycare in silence where he met Eri and they got along together.

The two of you walked back together to class in silence before Aizawa said. "He looks like you".

"Really?" You say, surprised at the comment.

"Yeah, I bet he's a hard one to deal with."

"Oh he is" you say, enjoying the small talk.

"I can see where he gets it from" he says and you accidentally let out a chuckle.

You knew you had a good teacher.

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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crybaby | b.h

pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader

warnings: smut, face slapping, choking, daddy kink, spitting, spanking with rings, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, use of vibrator, restraints, very tiny bit of size kink

w/c: 3.1k

summary: Billy does not tolerate it at all when you swear at him, but you didn't though that he would teach you those kind of lessons after you cursed him out. (highly inspired by this post)

masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3

"What did you just say to me?"

You gulped with widening eyes, knowing that you just made him mad.

That maybe sounds like you got daddy issues (well you also kind of do) but Billy doesn't tolerate curse words coming out of your mouth at all. Except when you swear during sex, then it's okay, but when you curse him out? Oh, then he's furious.

"I said, what. did. you. just. say. to. me" Billy was taking slow steps towards your suddenly really nervous figure. You looked down, not able to look into his eyes, too scared what his eyes would basically tell you now.

"Don't ignore me, c'mon, thought you were so thought a few minutes ago when you were calling me a sick bastard" Billy looked down at the top of your head as he slowly raised his hand and lifted your chin with his two fingers so that you would finally look at him.

And fucking hell you never saw his eyes so dark.

With your back pressed against the white wall and a very tense feeling in your abdominal, you looked down at your feet again, too embarrassed to look into your boyfriends eyes right now.

He quickly put his hand around your throat and pressed your back roughly against the wall, still looking at the ground.

"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you, you disrespectful bitch" he quickly slapped both of your cheeks, making you look up at him with teary puppy dog eyes.

"Oh no dollface, your pretty lil' puppy dog eyes won't help you now" he laughed evily, holding your tiny throat still tight in his hand, the other one placed against the wall next to your head.

"I'm n-not your fucking child b-billy, I swear at you whenever I f-fucking want to, y-your not my f-father" you tried to yell at him as best as you could with his hand wrapped around your throat.

"When your behaving like a fucking child than i have no other choice than to treat you like one" he shouted equally as loud back at your small statue. Billy quickly removed his hand from your throat and punched the wall hardly next to your head. "It's certainly very visible that you need a kind of father figure to put you into your fucking place"

"Don't raise your voice at me if your dick doesn't even pass your belly button!" you were starting to grow very mad. Who the fuck does he think he is to talk to you like he's your damn father?

Billy took a step back to have a proper look at your upset facial expression, his fists were clenching at his side, eyes slowly closing and opening up again to see if all of this is maybe just an imagination.

But it obviously wasn't.

He slowly nodded with his head before his hands wandered down to his belt and quickly opened it up, holding eye contact with you.

You switched your gaze from his eyes down to his working hands, wondering what your boyfriend was doing.

"What are you-"

"Proving to you that I can raise my voice at you whenever the fuck I want" he hissed angrily at you as he took the belt in his hands. "Open" he nudged his chin in the direction of your mouth, signaling you to open up.

You shook your head side to side, not wanting him to do with the belt what you think he wants to do.

"Open your mouth, c'mon you don't wanna disappoint daddy now do you?" Billy asked you with a stern gaze. You shook your head again because you really didn't wanted to disappoint him.

"Good, then open your mouth doll, c'mon" he tapped your cheek with his finger and you opened your mouth immediately.

"That's how a good girl behaves, opening her beautiful mouth but not to curse at daddy but to satisfy him isn't that right?" he asked with a smirk written on his face as he pushed the leather of his belt into your mouth and put it through the loop behind your head so that you couldn't open it that easily.

Billy roughly took a hold of your hair and pushed you against on of the shelves in the kitchen, your body's pressing against the kitchen counter beneath them. He quickly removed your clothes and his t-shirt and got rid of his underwear.

"Put your leg on top of the counter" he demanded while he grabbed the back of the belt so he basically hold you on a leash. You head was harshly pulled back by the force of him grabbing the belt to quick in his hand.

He pulled your body in his direction, so that he could whisper perfectly into your ear.

"Don't expect me to go easy on a bratty pussy like yours, you wanna shout at me? You wanna be a greedy and bitchy brat to me? Then your gonna get fucked like one"

You choked out a quick sob, holding onto the edges of the counter while Billy looked down at your prefect rounded ass right infront of his hard on.

"I don't like the shade of that perfectly fuckable ass of yours" you furrowed your brows in confusion, what does he want to do? Paint it with-

Slap.

Your body jolted forward at the impact of his hand spanking your ass. You tried to complain about him not warning you before but the belt was not helping you in the slightest here.

"Did you seriously just try to complain? Your such a fucking slut, can't even enjoy for one second what I'm giving you so nicely, fucking whore"

Slap.

But this time you thought you could cry, it hurt so bad. You turned your head, desperately trying to see why it hurt this time so much worse than the first time.

Did he turn his rings that were representing his initials to the front?

"Did I allow you to look? No, fucking turn around" he told you as he pushed your face into the cold counter top and went on with spanking your ass red.

"P-please stop, I-it really hurts b-billy" you weren't even sure if he could understand you with the leather in your mouth. He didn't stop until he counted to 13, just as much letters as his name got.

After that, he stopped with literally branding his initials into your ass cheeks and slowly moved the tip of his cock up and down your slit.

"Please, p-please-"

"please, please" he mocked your voice in an annoyingly tone, obviously trying to make you look like a complete fool. Billy quickly got an interesting idea that he wanted to try, so he removed the belt from your mouth.

"Thank you, t-thank you Billy, what are you doing?" you asked him when you noticed how he didn't threw the belt away, no, he grabbed the leg that you had hosted up on the counter and put it down. After roughly placing your leg back on the ground, he put the thick leather around both of your legs so you weren't able to move them.

"But now I can't move-"

"Well that's the fucking point, ugh so pretty but so fucking dumb, and I haven't even fucked you dumb yet, huh" he chuckled darkly before he finally entered your drenched cunt.

"Fucking shit Billy, your so b-big, oh my fucking-"

"I though my dick was so small, hmm? But now your saying he's so big? Your such a cockslut doll, but only for my cock right?" he asked you as he leaned his body forward to get a bit of a better look of your squished face against the counter. You nodded with your head as much as you could while Billy was roughly pushing your head into the counter with the other hand that wasn't holding your hips in place.

"Yeah, only for Billy's cock" he nodded with you, a tiny fake pout on his slightly sweaty face, clearly trying to mock your dumbness that you already got from his teasing your body and mind for so long.

Billy went faster and faster, not any kind of sign to stop in sight.

"Just so you know, I'm not gonna stop fucking this lil' cunt of yours until you cry, I don't fucking care if it takes me hours, gonna fuck it 'till those cheeks are wet" he whispered with a cheeky smile on his face, knowing that you are not really fond of this idea.

"I'm gonna c-cum b-billy fuck! Your gonna m-make me fucking cum!" you yelled at the top of your lungs while you were desperately trying to wrap your fingertips around something, anything.

"Can I p-please hold your h-hand, please!" you quickly asked Billy, really needing something to hold onto right now.

"Come here-" He grabbed your hands but he didn't interview like you expected and wished for, instead he took both of your wrists in one of his hands and pressed them against the swell above your bum so you couldn't move them and were in even worse position than before.

"No, please im begging y-you!"

"Yeah, go on begging for it, beg for it like the brainfucked slut we both know you are dollface" he whispered followed by a tiny whimper from your wet cunt swallowing his cock so perfectly.

"Holy shit pet, you swallowing daddy's cock so good, so fucking good doll" he whimpered loudly right before you came very vocally, crying tears of pure pain and pleasure, feeling suddenly all at once.

"That's it, take it, good girl, such a good girl you are for this cock" he whispered as he threw his head back, also coming very strongly and vocally while the grip on your wrist and hip tightened almost brutally.

Billy's and yours heavy breaths were going wildly through the room, not being able to calm down from what the two of you never felt before.

"Get up" he demanded as soon as he opened the belt around your thighs. "W-what?" you weren't sure if you heard your boyfriend right, he wouldn't go another round, would he?

"I said, get. up. now." he repeated quickly. "Lay down infront of the mirror in the living room" you wobbled over into the living room as best as you could with your feet that felt like pure jelly.

You quickly positioned your trembling body infront of the mirror you have in the living room just like Billy told you, wincing a bit when you sat down with your ass still stinging from the impact of his rings.

You waited about 2 maybe 3 minutes until your boyfriend came back with... his two dumbbells?

"Spread your legs as far as you can" he told you quietly as he sat behind you. You slightly furrowed your brows but obeyed him right away, not wanting to make him even more mad.

Billy leaned his body forward and whispered quietly in your ear,

"Tell me if you want that or not okay? I can always put them away" he said as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face and ran his fingertips slowly along your sweaty neck. You quickly wiped a tiny tear off of your cheek before you nodded with your head.

"No no no dollface, words, I wanna hear words" he removed his fingers before he picked the two dumbbells up.

"Yes, okay b-billy" you nodded with your head again, with a tiny smile painted on your lips, kinda happy that he asked you this time in advance.

He carefully places the dumbbells on each side of your ankle so that you were absolutely unable to close your legs.

Holy fucking shit.

Billy grabbed your jaw and made you look into his slightly glassy eyes.

So he also came unbelievable hard. noted.

"fucking hell pet, your pussy's still so wet, you couldn't get enough, could you? You really want me to fuck this cunt until your legs are shaking, don't you pretty girl?" he whispered quietly into your ear before he spit onto his fingers and started to rub your clit in slow and gently circles.

"Please don't t-tease Billy, I can't-"

"You can't what, huh? You should be thankful that I'm pleasing you right now, I could throw you into the fucking bed, tie your wrists against the headboard and leave you unsatisfied and uncomfortably wet, should I do that?" you quickly shook your head as tears were already stinging your eyes once again.

"No, no I'm s-sorry, please d-don't do that, I'm will be thankful I p-promise" you whimpered when he suddenly went much faster with his fingers. "Slow d-down a b-bit Billy, t-too much!" you begged your boyfriend desperately while he just laughed wickedly as he stopped circling your clit and quickly entered you with his fingers.

And holy shit, this man had fast fingers.

"Uhhh, oh my fucking shit!" Billy still hasn't stopped laughing and he was still grabbing your jaw between his fingers so that you were forced to look at him while he was focusing on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, carefully watching how his fingers were quickly thrusting in and out of your drenched cunt.

Billy turned his body around to grab something but you were too focused on moaning and screaming his name that you didn't notice that he suddenly had your vibrator in his hand, the other hand still pleasing you like heaven.

"Let's turn this baby on, shall we?" he asked you with a huge smirk over his Visage, obviously very pleased that you are actually so surprised that he found your vibrator.

"Found it when I was searching for my dumbbells, didn't knew my girl is so naughty and own a vibrator, you use him when Billy isn't here to fuck this pussy, don't you?" your eyes rolled in the back of your head as soon as Billy placed the vibrator on your clit and applied a bit of pressure to it.

You nodded with your head before you tried to close your legs, slowly feeling that the pressure your starting to feel in your abdomen is greeting really intense.

Your boyfriend chuckled at your attempt to close your legs, obviously failing because of the dumbbells that were forcefully pressing your legs onto the floor.

"Awww, can my little girl not close her legs? Did Billy put his dumbbells over he ankles so she can't move them? Poor little thing, isn't she?" he whispered while he quickly swayed the vibrator from side to side and looked at your reflection. And oh fucking hell did he love seeing your tiny body falling apart for him in the mirror.

"Holy shit, Billy p-please need to c-cum s-so bad! so f-fucking bad!" you yelled loudly while Billy was still grinning like a little idiot but at least he wiped your tears away.

"That's the sight I want to see pet, your gorgeous face full of your tears that I create, beautiful thing, aren't you? Yeah, absolutely beautiful for me" he whispered as he didn't stop his fingers or the vibrator.

"Look me in the eyes through the mirror doll, c'mon, know you can do it" he whispered into your ear as he brushed a few pieces of your hair out of your face with the side of his chin and gently kissed your temple.

"Your g-gonna make me c-cum again, I'm gonna c-cum!" you screamed while you fighted to urge to close your eyes.

"Cum for me, fucking milk my fingers slut" he demanded right before you screamed his name and let a couple of tears drop down your face. Your legs were unstoppably shaking underneath the dumbbells, desperately trying to get them away, but you couldn't. Billy almost started to laugh again as he saw how you were still trying.

"That's it, that's my good girl, my perfect girl even, you hear me? Yeah, your Billy's perfect girl" he whispered into the side of your face with his eyes closed, slowing down with his fingers and turning the vibrator off.

"Are we done?" you asked him with a complete fucked up voice, trying to see his face properly with your blurry vision. Billy slowly caressed your cheek with his wet fingertips.

"Open up" he ignored your question and looked into your eyes while his other was holding your jaw to make you look at him again.

You slowly opened your mouth, almost to weak to even do that, but you still didn't wanted to disappoint him.

Billy roughly shoved his fingers into your mouth and put the vibrator with his other hand aside so he could use both hands now.

"Let me guide you, okay?" you were confused what he meant by that but you understood it as soon as he put his other hand on the back of your head and shoved your head as hard and fast how he wanted onto his soaking wet fingers.

"Suck it all up, c'mon, we don't waste a single drop remember?" he hissed angrily with a stern look on his sweaty face, pushing your mouth more and more into his fingers until tears were streaming down your face for the third time of the day.

After Billy was pleased and no juice was anymore on his fingers, he removed them from your mouth and took the dumbbells off of your ankles.

You slowly crawled onto your knees but before you were able to stand up, Billy pushed you by your shoulder back down.

You shook your head quickly, not being able to take another round but fearing that he wants do go again.

"Billy, p-please I really c-can't anymore, y-you completely u-used me-" you whimpered with mercy in your eyes but that mercy was replaced with confusion when you heard your man laughing like a lunatic.

You looked up at his standing figure above your kneeling one, really trying to figure out why he's laughing now.

"Look at you, your bottom lip trembling, your eyes all glassy, your cheeks completely stained with tears, you know what you look like?" he asked you as he slowly stroke the top of your head with his hand and a smile on his lips.

You slowly shook your head, not understanding what he wants you to say.

But Billy wasn't very happy with that answer. He immediately slapped your cheek with a big angry frown covering his face.

"hey, what did I tell you?! Words!" he yelled at your fucked out figure infront of him.

You quickly nodded with your head and apologized dearly.

"Yeah, your r-right, sorry, I don't k-know what I l-look like, no" you answered him, this time correctly.

"You look like a crybaby, and I love it" he whispered as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Billy smiled at you like he didn't just fucked your brains out and wiped a tear away.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things smut #stranger things

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annoyinglandmagazine · 10 months

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The Sons of Feanor aren’t monsters. That would imply that they’re somehow different, that they were either born a certain way or were transformed past the point where they could be recognised as people. That it wasn’t entirely their fault that they were incapable of making the right choices because they were fundamentally evil through no choice of their own.

And I don’t think that that’s true at any point for a single one of them. Because they’ve all seen each other drenched in blood that wasn’t their own, hacking their way through orcs and elves alike and maybe it would be easier even if they could say that they didn’t recognise their brothers, that they had changed and become mindless killing machines, slaves to The Oath. And it wouldn’t fully be a lie. But it wouldn’t be the truth either.

Because they’re still the same people. They talk the same way, they make the same facial expressions, they have the same (though sometimes darker) sense of humour, Celegorm still tackles everyone when he sees them, Maglor still hums under his breath constantly, Maedhros still worries about them, Curufin still fiddles with bits of metal during meetings, Caranthir still likes his hair to be stroked just so and Amrod and Amras still pull faces at each other during meetings to see who’ll crack first. And when they’re killing they’re not different people then either. Because they still mourn, they still weep, they wake up in the middle of the night screaming, they shake and tremble in each other’s arms, and they know they’re monsters but they’re still people.

Sometimes one of them will think back to their childhood. Maedhros always took control of a situation, any argument. The expression of grim determination the lord of Himring later wore was not new, he’d worn it all his life as Prince Nelyafinwe when he’d been keeping all his emotions under wraps to maintain appearances as he witnessed all the most vicious manoeuvrings in court with no qualms.

Maglor’s voice had always been powerful, sometimes it had made things break with the sheer strength of it. Curufin had always been good at getting himself out of trouble and others into it, annoying all his cousins and brothers thoroughly in their youth. When Celegorm hunted he never blanched at the bloody entrails of the creatures he killed. Caranthir had gone into moods where he could be angry enough to try and fight anyone who so much as looked at him. They’d always agreed with all their father said with no hesitation, adored him fully.

All of this comes to mind sometimes when they think of all they’ve done, the familiar expressions, the same techniques and skills used for evil but none of them had been red flags. A red flag would imply that how things had gone was somehow inevitable, that it should have been spotted and predicted. But the thing about that is that it couldn’t have been predicted that they’d do this because they might not have. They could have been good people. None of their attributes had made a single one of them predisposed for the path they’d later taken. They’d always been flawed but they hadn’t ever had any desire to hurt other people, they’d had the potential to be not perfect but still good.

And they don’t lose that potential altogether. Maglor and Maedhros still find traces of it even after everything, damaged from disuse though it may be. They don’t lose who they were entirely, they haven’t fully changed per say, the difference is that now they know what the are capable of doing. They know that they will kill if it is necessary, that they will do anything for their father, for their Oath and they know that they always would have. No matter what good they do they always were and always will be capable of this. But they might have never known that. And that’s the tragic thing about them, they had the potential to be the heroes but were born into precisely the circumstances that would turn them into villains.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #maglor #sons of feanor #feanorians #meta #angst #Amrod #amras

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hathorneheiress · 2 months

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"Do you think he thinks about us?"

The question caught the nine-year-old Grayson off guard. It was eight at night and he was getting ready to crawl into bed and watch a movie before crashing for the night. It was his seven-and-a-half-year-old brother, Xander, that had spoken it.

Thinking he meant their grandfather, he replied. "Yes, I'm sure the old man thinks about us."

"No, I don't mean him."

"Then who?"

"Our dad." He corrected himself. "Dads."

Grayson stiffened slightly. "Probably not." Both born out of wedlock, along with their other 2 brothers, Grayson was used to the criticism that came being the grandson of a billionaire and having a mother who decided to sleep and get pregnant with four guys and never marry.

"Do you think about him."

Grayson didn't have to ask who the "Him" Xander was referring to. "Sometimes." he admitted. "Do you?"

"All the time. I like to think he wants me."

Grayson didn't have the heart to tell his brother that his dad, whoever he was, probably didn't care in the world who he was. Why else would he stay away all this time? Why would his own father stay away too? There was a part of Grayson that wanted to believe his father loved and wanted him. That something was holding him back from reaching out and meeting his son. Maybe he was fighting for him. Somewhere.

"Gray?" Xander asked.

"Hmm."

"What's ya think'in?"

Grayson almost laughed at Xander's grammar. "Nothing of importance."

"But.."

"No buts Xander. You can think about your dad as long as you want. But I'm not." I can't. He silently told himself. I'm not allowed too. Grayson was never allowed to play What ifs.

Xander grew silent.

"I'm sorry." Grayson said. "I didn't mean to snap."

"I know." Xander said softly. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked.

Grayson looked at him. "I'm going to enjoy a very relaxing evening. With both Jameson and Nash away, I won't be bugged about stupid stuff."

"Am I bugging you?" Xander had to ask.

Grayson's facial expression almost turned soft. "No, you aren't." he murmured. "But you will if you don't turn on the TV for me and pass me a scone."

Xander saw where this was going. He grinned. Handing his brother a lemon scone and tossing him the remote, he jumped up beside him on the massive, overly comfortable bed.

"So what are we watching?" he asked.

"Narnia."

Xander made a face.

"My room. My movie choice. And no commentary. Or talking. Then you are out."

"What about whispering?"

"Xander..."

So this was something I had no idea I was planning to write. I got this little inspiration while taking a shower and decided to roll with it. Hope you like it.

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the grandest game #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #bonding #dads #tobias hawthorne

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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Omgg I saw a request for like ballerina reader and miggy and invites everyone to her show. Can’t really remember what they requested srry but that sounds cute. Like everyone gushing over her 🤭

it's okay !!! i did like that req too tbh, i was planning on making a separate one for the ballerina one, thanks for giving me motivation to make it rn >:DD

⋆⭒✮⭒⋆ like a graceful swan. — miguel o'hara x ballerina!reader

though you invited the whole spider society to watch your ballet recital, only one of them couldn't rip their eyes away from you, was glued to their seats, and constantly hitching their breath every time your pretty face looked so focused in dancing—your flexible arms curving with every movement of your fragile, yet fortified body. you tiptoed and moved your arms and legs in sync with the beat, with the harmonious melody of the gentle piano notes and dulcet rhythm coming from the violins, cellos, and basses playing the tranquil song numbers that prompted you to dance and entertain the audience with the story your body language and facial expressions were delivering in an angelic, pure, innocent manner.

some of the audience were already yawning, though many remained awake and in awe at your performance—enjoying how lovely and graceful your movements and how reactive you were to the right times, practically seeing the cues of the time signature change by listening intently to the orchestra playing. gwen was enthralled by the tenderness of your dancing, with her considering practicing her ballet once she'd have the time. pavitr was astounded by how flexible your arms and legs seemed, and how long you could hold yourself in the air; he'd ought to ask you for some tips and tricks on how to do that, maybe he will take up ballet himself for a change. jess and peter b enjoyed your performance, though the brunette father had to leave early due to his redheaded daughter fussing in the audience. he didn't want to ruin your evening, so he left; leaving the only two adults that were still watching being jess and... miguel, miguel o'hara.

he was the only one in the audience who gave his full, undivided attention to you and your dancing all throughout the performance. his hazel brown eyes were fixed on your dainty figure, moving so gently across the stage like the wind was carrying you by your invisible wings and practically making you seem like you were soaring while your pirouetted and twirled. with every pirouette and with every twirl, miguel felt himself get more and more hypnotized with your beautiful figure and effortlessly captivating aura as you spun and danced. he had never understood the meanings behind dance or any form of art such as ballet, but tonight, he thinks he's discovered what dancing evokes in him, what art such as this evokes in him: devotion, adoration, and need. he can't explain them all in ways anyone but him would understand in even the slightest, but the bottom line is... your dance moved him, made him feel things he's never felt before, and jess was the firsthand witness to this as she watched miguel's lips part and his eyes soften as they were directe dtowards you and you alone.

the other dancers disappeared into his fuzzy peripheral vision as he focused his gaze solely on you and the way you danced so perfectly; though you made some mistakes and nearly stumbled once or twice, miguel was so taken in by your performance that he forgot for a moment that he wasn't in a fairy tale, that you weren't an otherworldly beauty he could never have—you were real. you were here and before him, dancing your heart out passionately and the best you could; and that made him stand and clap, giving you a standing ovation that began with him, and ended with him as he looked at your gorgeous grin from up above in the audience's seats, with a heat forming in his face and a throbbing in his chest that made him palm his chest to try quelling it himself. "they were beautiful back there, weren't they?" jess asked miguel as he sighed, still watching you and your figure as you exited the stage all dainty and gracefully, not wanting you to leave his sight. "like you wouldn't believe..." he sighed as he felt his heart's beat returning to normal, but his thoughts still conjuring up the many images to form one thought: the thought of you, still and always fresh in his mind.

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel x reader #atsv miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

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harcove · 9 months

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Stargazer - B.H.

a/n not a request, because... idk man, i have so many things im in the middle of writing for billy rn, and i had this one in my noggin for a while because i swear i remember somewhere dacre said smthing about it would be cool to see another side of billy- like with a girl just... in a field- cuties. or maybe... i made that up in my head besties idk, but here u go

length: 2.6k

pairing: billy x reader

warnings: no; mention maybe of billy's father and to trauma/abuse. maybe badly written billy im not too confident with this one lmao

summary: billy and you sneak into the hawkins high school football field and look at the stars

The air outside was considerably cooler than it had been during the day, and even then it had already been rather nippy out. The autumn air crisp as the months crawled slowly towards December, towards winter. Maybe a bit chilly for you to be laying in an open field in the middle of the night, but Billy Hargrove didn't seem to care; especially not when he was the one who snuck the two of you into Hawkins High schools football field.

You weren't even sure you had a football team. It was used for soccer and running track. It would be better to refer to it as a soccer field.

"Goddamn it's fucking cold," Billy grumbles, as he jumps down the fence, watching as you take the easier route (for you at least); the small hole that the school had yet to repair in the fencing in a bottom corner; too small for Billy to fit through, but just big enough you could wriggle your way through, "mind reminding me why I agreed to this bullshit?"

"I dunno," the smile is evident in your voice as you finally end up on the right side of the fence, picking yourself up off the dirt ground as Billy looks down at you, hands in his pockets. You use his bent arm to pull yourself up and you can feel the way he stiffens his body to compensate for the weight of your pulling, so neither of you fall, "But it's really not that bad."

"Not that bad?" his brows raise almost comically, and he blinks; his bright blue eyes looking at you like you're insane, "Not that fuckin' bad, huh?"

He breathes out, a bit harsher on purpose, and a plume of air appears in front of the two of you. It's just cold enough that your breath can be seen in front of you, like tiny little clouds of mist; a constant and subtle reminder that the seasons were close to changing once more, Autumn would soon blend into Winter.

Also, a constant reminder for Billy that he was no longer in California.

The sudden thought put a damper on his mood and it was visible in his body language and facial expressions. Billy Hargrove was so much more of an open-book than he realized sometimes. When it came to emotions like anger, or hatred, they showed themselves like black ink on a white page; strikingly. They were two emotions that coincided with one another; and they were the emotions he felt most often and most deeply. Being sad was weak (his father really beat that into him, physically and metaphorically) and being happy? He wasn't sure he could feel happy anymore. Too much anger. Too much hatred.

But then, when he looks at you, everything felt less harsh- his chest doesn't feel as heavy, his body isn't as on fire from a rage deep within; and there is something there. Something that maybe could be happiness. If he let it build, if he worked on it. If he just let it happen.

Easier said than done.

You can feel the way Billy slips away from the moment, noticing the way the dirty blonde sunk deeper into his own head, his face losing any of it's previous sarcasm and maybe even slight amusement, you clear your throat. Better than touching him, because you can't really be sure where his thoughts are in these moments exactly, and you'd seen more than enough to know what his father is like.

"Yeah, not that bad," you repeat, a sly smirk graces your lips as you walk backwards from him, taking big steps to reach the wide open field, your eyes adjusted to the darkness at this point, "you're just being a baby."

Mission successful. Even at the distance you've created between the two of you, you can see the way his face morphs. It's not anger, not like some might think it would be at being called a name; it's light-hearted when you say it, and only you can say it. He'll get back at you. He always does. Sometimes sooner rather than later; and now it's sooner.

The sound that comes from his lips isn't exactly a laugh, it's more of a scoff; a laugh of disbelief as he watches you get further away. His tongue juts out, wetting his lips, a slight shake of his head; eyes zoning in on you perfectly.

"Baby?" he sounds defiant, mock-angry. You just shrug your shoulders, shouting back at him, 'yeah' before waving your arms in the air, "You're fuckin' asking for it."

Billy is fast. He would be, considering how he likes to work out and stay fit; his place on the basketball team for Hawkin's high school shines through in moments like this where he starts running towards you; in turn you turn to face forward, starting to run yourself towards the centre of the field. It's a futile effort to run from Billy Hargrove. He's always going to catch you. He's fast. And he doesn't let up.

You squeal when he suddenly grabs you, slamming his body into your own with his arms around your middle, picking you up with easy and throwing himself onto the ground with you to boot. The laughter bubbles up in your throat as you try to catch your breath, winded and filled with adrenaline. You can hear it before you see it; the laugh from him, the smile in his laugh. It's not a laugh like yours, one that is full-bodied and hard to catch your breath too- it's more like a burst of laughter that he brings back down to control. But it's still a laugh.

You've heard it before. But never like this. He's laughed when he's been angry, he's laughed but it's been fake and calculated. But now he laughs and it isn't thought out beforehand. It isn't in disbelief or anger.

His strength and heavy-handedness is only amplified when he tosses you off him from where he took the brunt of his purposeful fall to the ground, quickly flipping you over without much time for you to think about what's happening. It's only when he's hovering over you with a hand digging into your hip- not enough to hurt you, but enough to know damn well it's there.

"Now," he breathes out, his warm breath a stark contrast from the crisp autumn night, "What was it you called me...?"

Mischief swims in your eyes as you stare directly into the prettiest blue you think you've ever seen. Everything about Billy is pretty. He is so beautiful, in every way, but he hates when you say that. He prefers words like hot, or sexy. But he can't hide his red tipped ears when you say he's beautiful or pretty.

He deserves to know he's not just some object for women to oggle at. He's a beautiful human being. He's Billy.

"Ba...by," you huff out, still trying to catch your breathe. The rise and fall of you chest makes contact with Billy's, showing just how close he is to you right now.

His lips crash onto yours. Hungry. Heavy. Angry? No... Needy. But also, vengeful. If you weren't already winded, you are definitely winded now as all thoughts escape you; the need to breathe becoming a secondary thought. Why breathe when you have him? He makes you feel alive. He makes all the bad things in Hawkins just... Stop. Like the stars in the sky, he may disappear, he might go away for some time but he's still always there. He's...

He bits into your lip.

It elicits a muffled cry from you as you push against his chest, his mouth leaving yours.

And he has the audacity to look at you, mock-confusion on his face, breathing much more normal paced compared to your own. It makes you wanna pinch him. But you don't, instead you settle on glaring at him in the dark.

"Someone's being a baby," he throws it back at you with ease, rolling off you when you push him off. To be fair, you didn't have the strength to push him off, he's just giving you one by rolling off of you anyways. A thump when he hits the grass beside you.

Pouting is useless since he can't even see it now that he's looking at the sky, but you do it anyway. It's the principle of the thing you suppose.

It's quiet. The only sound being a cricket here or there, and the sound of your breathing mixed with his own. Your finally able to regulate your breathing and bring it back to normal. You wish you had a drink, but that's not a big deal for now. The cool air entering your lungs feels good, a balm to the burn from your previous silliness.

"At least your warm now, right?" You offer up the words after a few more beats of silence.

He snorts.

"There's better ways to get warm and stay warm."

You know what he's implying and you hit his shoulder softly with your fingers.

"No. Not in public."

He doesn't respond to that. He really would do anything with you right there, but contrary to what others seemed to believe, he was rather respectful of your boundaries when it came to these things. That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease you.

"Can't believe I'm with a goddamn prude. Its the middle of the damn night."

Like that.

"It's not being a prude!" You focus your attention on the sky, "now just... Look."

He lets out a heavy breath.

The reason you wanted to come out here in the first place. The night sky, filled with stars.

Hawkins wasn't a big city or more populated place like California, it was a small town. Light pollution wasn't really a thing here as it would be in big cities. You took it for granted till you visited your aunt and uncle one year in New York, where the light pollution was rampant. Seeing a star there was nigh impossible.

But Hawkins? The sky was littered with so many little stars, stars you could see perfectly. You could make out some and the vast dark that went on forever. It made you feel oddly melancholic. Sometimes you wished you could reach up, touch them, and join them up there. So small in the grand scheme of things. A reminder of just how large the universe was. Just how... Insignificant you were in the grand scheme of things.

And that was okay. Sometime, you need to be reminded that you're just one person in a world of billions, you're small, and not everything needs to be on your shoulders.

You wanted Billy to feel that. Feel the weight of the world drift away as the stars reminded you, you're only human. Just a small, little human.

"That's the big dipper," you reach your arm up to point at the cluster of stars forming the measuring cup like shape in the sky, "I only know it because it was the only one I could find when I was a kid."

"Still the only one you can find?"

"Uh, no," you matter-of-factly say, moving to point towards another cluster, "there's the little dipper."

"Damn," he mocks, "the little one too?"

You giggle, wiggling closer to Billy's side, seeking his warmth and just his presence in general.

"Still don't get why we couldn't do this when it's warmer. I'm not giving you my damn jacket, you still haven't given me back the other fucking one."

That's true. But he doesn't complain too much. You always bring it back to him, and it somehow always ends up back with you anyways.

"Because, you can see the stars better when it's colder."

"Bullshit," you see his breath when he speaks, "That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard."

"No its not!" You don't actually know that. You just said it, because you've always found you see the stars the best when it's colder. Maybe it's because you usually look up at the sky most during this time of year, when the sky darkens so much quicker than in the summer.

Once more, the conversation lulls to a stop, it's a easy silence that settles between you, one that feels comfortable and safe. Something about being with Billy feels safe, it always does. You can only hope that it's the same for him; that being with you is a safe place for him. Or someday, it will be.

He deserves at least one person, one place, in his life that's safe.

You wriggle close enough to the man that you can rest your head on his shoulder and you do so with ease, but you can feel his shoulder stiffen for a moment before it relaxes. It's just you. He's fine with you.

Much to your pleasure he moves the arm of the shoulder you placed your head on out from beneath you, snaking it around your shoulder to force you closer to him with a single tug. It brings you close enough to Billy that your practically on top of him. When you settle yourself comfortably, one leg hiked up across his torso, with your body pressed against his side and your head close to his heart- his hand leaves your shoulder and travels to your waist. He squeezes the flesh on your hip, causing you to jump slightly.

You know he enjoys how you react.

And you like how it feels.

Laying there, beside him, felt right. It felt like this was where you were meant to be. The cold air didn't matter, the hard grass beneath you didn't change anything. It felt so cliché, to lay under the stars beside a handsome boy- the quote en quote bad boy, as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of you.

You really felt you could stay there forever. Be with him forever.

"You fallin' asleep?" When he speaks you feel the vibrations from his chest, "you fall asleep, your on your damn own."

He doesn't mean that. You know that, he knows that. You breathe in his cologne, savouring it before releasing a long breathe.

"I'm not... I'm just," you pause, voice quiet, strikingly different to how it had been before when you were running from him as a joke. If it wasn't so quiet already, your voice may have been carried away with the wind, "Happy."

You aren't surprised when at first, Billy has nothing to say to that.

Billy is turning this over in his head. Happy. You were... Happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to lay on a dirt and grass in the middle of the night with him. Happy. You were happy.

He didn't think he could make anyone happy. That anyone could be happy with him. It was scary. It scared him; how long could he keep that going? How long till something happened, till he did something and ruined everything. Before he ruined your happiness; ruined you. Was it selfish for him to keep you with him, even knowing that he could ruin everything? Was it unfair to want to have you despite his own fears and issues... Maybe, but Billy Hargrove did not care.

He'd be as selfish as he damn pleased.

"A prude, and a goddamn crackpot. At least you're easy to please."

You swear you can hear a soft edge in his voice as he speaks, even if it's hard to catch, like it's barely there. But you can hear it. You pull yourself closer to him, if it's even possible to do at this point.

Yeah, you think, you could stay there forever with him. And he thinks, maybe he could too.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #mine #antis dni #amy writes #my writing #hhhhh i struggled with billy this time for some reason im sorry yall

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bluemoonhoon · 3 months

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secret proposals

lee heeseung x fem reader smau series

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BONUS the chaotic dinner, the ban of a company, and the start of a friendship.

-two years ago-

Lee Heeseung could not care less of the reason he was seated at one of Seoul's fanciest restaurants, but his father decided it was a great idea to rent the entire place for a blind date, which of blind had nothing, thankfully, it was not for him. growing up he always knew his role in his family company would always be overshadowed by his older brother not only in business, every achievement lee heeseung made in his 24 years of life was overlooked by the one and only heir in their family legacy.

and here he was, still trying to please his father accompanying him and his older brother on a "date"; while his father called it a blind date, heeseung (and everyone) was well aware this was not it, this looked more like a business meeting, which in part, it was. after many millions in their bank account, greed never stopped running as their main incentive for families like his. the son family was really important in the business world, and for a family like heeseungs who took pride in their economic impact, there where a low amount of companies that were on their level, and while his parents would not like to admit, the sons had a business leiras never was able to approach. this blind date, was business, it represented power and status for both families, but mostly for the lees, heeseung had never seen his dad as excited as when someone in his team mentioned the idea of having his older brother marry the only daughter of sondi group.

this was not the type of blind date heeseung has been sent to, the type of dates with "no strings attached" knowing really well that he was set up with daughters of influential families and leaking those "dates" to the media to pressure him into picking a partner (which never happened and gave him the "player" persona the news had of him) this was a marriage proposal, and just like a proposal, it looked like lee hansol was the main investor, setting the heir of the leiras conglomerate on a stronger and longlasting business deal. son jiwoo was the perfect addition to the Lee fortune, heeseung had seen her maybe twice in the events he was obligated to assist, people always respected jiwoo, she started working really young, and improved her family business in a way they wouldn't expect a young woman to, heeseung knew that when she married his brother his place in the family will disappear even more.

he saw her arrive in a blue dress at the exact moment she was told to attend, but she arrived alone "hello, I’m son jiwoo, I’m sorry to be greeting you alone, but there was an emergency and my parents had to travel out of city, they said they would text your assistant, but either way we didn´t want to leave you hanging after you organized this sir, my extreme apologies, it’s a pleasure to meet you" she introduced herself in the most proper way possible, she was the synonym of elegance. "its understandable, work always comes first, dont worry miss take a seat" his father said and heeseung sweared he never heard his dad speak that gently, while the waiters fixed the round table to fit the four people heeseung looked to the balcony only to see his brother still speaking on the phone, jiwoo thanked him and seated in between heeseung and his brothers place, "you must be seunghan, you are more handsome than people say" she told him while extending her hand and heeseung choked. "sorry I’m heeseung, his younger brother" and this time the surprised face came from jiwoo "my apologies heeseung, its just-" "its okay" and they both laughed at the awkardness of the situatuion while shaking hands. "seunghan is outside, he will join us in a minute" his father interrupted and both him and jiwoo looked at him, and heeseung saw first hand jiwoos facial expresion change into what was probably the expression she made while on business meetings.

like he did every single time his father opened his mouth, heeseung zoned out, and while he saw the small talk his father his brother and jiwoo were in, neither did they try to involve him, nor did he try to speak, he didn't care enough, at least the food was great. and while he distracted himself with it, maybe half and hour later he heard his dad fuck up this meeting "of course, when you guys get married you could apply to run our hotel division, while its nowhere as succesful as sondis, you can make it great again, we’ve heared good things about your managment" his father said and it was the first time heeseung looked up from his plate. "wait, you expect me to quit sondi and pick up what youve done in your hotels?" jiwoo questioned shocked. "yes, well, at least until you have children, you know early education is important and kids need a lot of attention, I don’t think you will have time for business when that happens" both heeseung and jiwoo physically cringed with that statement, his brother didn’t even react, which didn’t surprise him, but clearly bothered jiwoo. "so you want me to give up my job, the one I’ve had since i was 20, to save one of your divisions to make yourself richer only for me to quit the moment i have kids and become a house wife while not even having shares on your company?" she said and lee hanseol, chairman of leiras reacted like it was the best offer he could give someone, clearly, he didn´t know son jiwoo. "exactly" he answered simply and heeseung wanted to throw up of the entitlement his father was showing and that his brother was permitting "thats one of the worst offers I have received in my years in business, your are treating me and my company like we are imbeciles" she said with a sour expression.

"you should show some respect to your elders and don´t be rude miss" and with that heeseung actually covered his face with his hand embarrased by his family behaviour "I’m sorry sir, but you haven’t showed me any respect to reciprocate" she answered him with an insane amount of pride "you’ve been completely impolite to me, I’m not something your family can own as a source to grow your wealth, and I refuse to talk with someone who is dimishing the work and success I’ve worked for" she continued getting ready to walk out of the restaurant. "miss jiwoo if you walk out of this restaurant that rudely we won’t ever work with your company in any way" heeseung finally got himself into that discussion "oh my gosh, can you stop? it is embarrassing" he said quietly earning a look from his father that meant 'stay out of this' while his brother just played with his food "don't worry, I don't think I would ever like to work with a company run by you." she said while walking out of the restaurant, and heeseung sworn he had never seen a cooler thing; someone had the final word against his father, and wasn't scared of the stuff he said, lee heseung knew that even if it was lowkey he wanted to be friends with someone as awesome as son jiwoo.

NOTE: wanted to share with you the backstory of heeseung and jiwoo friendship and of the event I’ve talked about since the beginning of the series. Even though it’s not related to the current timeline :)

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#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #enhypen #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen lee heeseung #heeseung

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genshindsau · 4 months

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Alright, imagine reader has a daughter who looks exactly like her and she'll ask "Who's my father?" to her mother but reader tell her to guess it herself

The little girl stared right at you, a pout forming on her lips before she quickly schooled her facial expressions - well, as best as she could for a nine year old.

"I will." She hmphed. "When I figure it out will I get a prize?"

It wasn't really a question. You had to suppress a smirk at the overly confident attitude. Only a child as young and naive as your own would act so openly in front of you. Even demanding a reward.

"A prize?" You repeat back watching as she eagerly nodded her head. "Isn't finding out who your father is reward enough?"

She gaped at you, "That's not a pride. A prize has to be..." she took a few minutes before lighting up. "It has to be tasty. Something sweet."

"We will see." You ushered her out the door with a hand. "Only if you get the answer right. You only get one chance too so be confident about it."

"No problem." She possessed such confidence, it was amusing. "I'll get it right."

"I'll be waiting then."

With that, she turned and ran down the halls. She wasn't sure where to start but she knew that most of the fathers would be in the harem building. As she headed towards the harem building, she quickly ran through her options.

Not Kazuha. He's too confusing. He talks too much.

Diluc... it's best not to bother him. Mother says he works a lot and not to bother him unless absolutely necessary.

Ajax? Scaramouche? Heizou? She cringed. They tease too much and this is a very serious conversation - there's a prize at stake.

Itto... maybe but he tends to get overly excited easily. It would be hard to get an answer out of him.

The best bet would probably be to find Aether, Tighnari, or even Kaveh. They're the kindest and spend the most time around the harem's children.

The little girl nodded to herself. This makes perfect sense - she was definitely going to be able to identify her father and get a prize from her mother.

She skipped through the harem doors as the guards opened it for her. She looked around the common room and froze... the only people she saw were Venti, Itto, Al-Haitham, Heizou.... and Kaveh!

"Kaveh! Kaveh!" She yelled out as she ran to the older male. Before she made it to him, Itto had intercepted her and picked her up with a hearty laugh, throwing her in the air before catching her.

"What's got you so excited little one. You completely ignored the rest of us." Itto jostled her a little bit causing the young girl to let out a small squeal. She squirmed in his arms, grabbing at the horns on his head with rough hands and Itto didn't so much as flinch.

"I don't have time to play," she pouted, staring at Itto with big eyes. Itto felt his heart stutter in his chest at her cuteness - he always had such a soft spot for the children in the harem. "I'm trying to figure something out so mother will give me a prize."

"A prize? From the empress? That sounds interesting." Itto hummed in thought as he set her down and kneeled in front of her. "What are you trying to figure out? Maybe I can help." Itto leaned in as if the two of them were sharing a secret, his voice dropping into a whisper.

The child shook her head rapidly, "No. I have to figure it out - all by myself. And I will!" she clenched her fist and lifted a tiny palm in the air. "The prize will be all mine and only mine."

The others in the room laughed at the cuteness but they didn't interrupt. Though Kaveh did start to move closer to where they were.

Itto leaned forward, his voice still in a whisper. "Can I at least know what you're searching for?"

The child pursed her lips in thought. She supposes it couldn't hurt. "My father. I'm trying to figure out who my father is."

Itto let out a fake gasp, a hand coming to hold his chest. "oh, that hurts little one. Don't you know," Itto watched as her eyes got really wide, as if thinking that Itto knew the answer. "We're all your father. That's how it works."

She quickly pouted, her hands punching his chest playfully. "I know that," she grumbled under her breath, her hands balling on top of his chest. "I meant my birth father. I wanna know that."

Itto felt himself soften, his playfulness taking the back seat as he observed how determined the little nine year old was to figure this out. "Is that so. Why did you only call for Kaveh when you entered the room. Do you think he's your birth father?"

She quickly perked up, remembering about the others in the room and her head snapped until it landed on Kaveh. She quickly wriggled out of Itto's arm and ran up to Kaveh, her little arms wrapping around his legs. She ignored Itto's little sounds of indignation. Kaveh patted her head, smoothing down the tousled hair.

She peered up at Kaveh, "Kaveh! Kaveh! I need to ask you something. I need your help."

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Hello. Its been a long time. I know ;( but I am trying to get to writing again.

This little drabble was meant to be small. That's the reason for the abrupt cut off but you can imagine her father being anyone.

#genshin au #consort au #empress au #genshin impact #c:kaveh #c:itto #c:empress #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact au

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narrans · 2 months

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My Borrowed Son | 7 | Tempest and Taxonomy

Chapter Seven | Tempest and Taxonomy

Time had truly flown. It was hard to believe, but a month had gone by and Amanda could hardly fathom she had been taking care of the little boy for all of this time. While he still hadn’t uttered a word during the entire month, it was getting easier to decipher his requests through his body language and simple signs.

Hands up meant he wanted to be held.

Pinched fingers pressed to his mouth meant hungry.

Open hand to his mouth meant thirsty.

Rubbing eyes meant tired.

Wanting to play was spinning either clockwise or counterclockwise.

Bathroom was relatively obvious, but still something Amanda learned to read from the boy.

Every day, Amanda learned to read the boy a little more. The smallest facial expressions were signals he understood or was processing the world around him. Amanda could tell he understood quite a bit, especially when she brought him back to the park bench where she found him.

The little boy would fall very silent, and his shoulders would slouch. He would look around the base of the pole and, after a minute, would try and rejoin Amanda. When she stepped farther away, he would hunker down by the base and patiently wait for her to return.

That was something else Amanda had worked on with him – separation.

Amanda didn’t want the little boy to become completely dependent on seeing her every second to feel secure and would step away a little for longer periods of time before returning. The most she was gone was for two minutes, but it seemed to be conditioning the boy to expect her to come back. He was still clingy and would ask in his own way to be picked up and held for comfort, and each time Amanda would make sure he understood she would always come back for him.

After three consecutive weeks of her returning him to the park bench, Amanda solemnly concluded that the parents of the little boy were not coming back.

What else could she assume?

A month had passed with no signs that anything or anyone had been back to that place under the bench.

The timing worked out well too.

Amanda’s friend, Mel, had managed to secure the paperwork for the delayed birth certificate. One of Mel’s midwife friends who was sworn to absolute secrecy agreed to help her out for a fee. Times were hard and filing a little paperwork that had “slipped her mind” didn’t seem to weigh on her conscious. She managed to be convincing enough that she thought the paperwork had been filed by her trainee at the time and that she had forgotten to check up on them.

In all reality, Mel’s friend didn’t go into specifics of how she was able to get the proper documents to register the child’s birth, just as Mel’s friend didn’t know the specifics about the boy and his size. What all parties understood, however, was that discretion and secrecy were paramount. Everything was meant to be kept under wraps about the boy. Amanda managed to get the necessary paperwork in the end and, all of a sudden, she was a single mother of one with no declared father. Her ex-husband would never have to know since he wasn’t named on the certificate.

There was one last thing that needed to happen before everything was official, however, and that was the name of the child.

Despite every attempt Amanda made, she couldn’t get the boy’s name out of him. His unintentional vigil of silence was hindering the process, and it was getting close to when Mel’s friend needed to finalize the paperwork.

“Mandy, do you think he even has a name?” asked Mel as she carefully handed the child a piece of cracker which he took timidly. His brow furrowed as he looked at the cracker piece, which Amanda learned that the boy did when he was confused or concentrating on something he couldn’t remember.

“I… I think so. He has to have a name, but… maybe he just doesn’t remember? Maybe whatever happened affected his memory and he can’t recall it?” suggested Amanda. “It’s the only explanation I can think of.”

Amanda leaned against the edge of her kitchen countertop and gazed at the little boy, but he didn’t meet her gaze. He was still sitting there contemplatively. Mel sighed and glanced back at her friend, words escaping her.

“Well,” she said as she stood up and looked around the apartment. “The sooner you get his name, the better. My friend is starting to get antsy about the whole thing. Not a threat or to put pressure on you. Just a reminder. Anyway, I have to go. Your place looks nice by the way. Last of the boxes unpacked?”

Amanda glanced at her apartment and saw what Mel was talking about. It was hard to believe she had finally managed to unpack the last box. The furniture was finally out and arranged. The dishes were in the cabinets. The blankets were folded and put away.

The place finally felt like a home.

“Um… yeah,” said Amanda after a moment of being lost in her thoughts. “I kept a few of the boxes since he likes playing with them, but they’re all empty.”

Mel glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her friend. “That’s really cute,” she said. “And, on that note, we’ll have a proper house-warming party next time I come over. Just you and me and probably some Chinese takeout and a bottle of box wine. You know – the classy stuff.”

Amanda rolled her eyes and stepped up to her friend. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Are you sure you have to go so soon?”

Mel nodded and hugged her friend, muttering, “Yeah. There’s supposed to be some kind of big storm tonight and I’m not getting caught in it. Hunker down and enjoy your night. I’ll text you when I get home.”

The two of them exchanged their goodbyes and, with that, Mel set off into the night. The little boy waved a sweet little goodbye as Mel left before lifting his hands into the air, signaling Amanda to pick him up. This made Amanda chuckle.

“You little tyke. Always so affectionate when it’s just you and me,” Amanda teased as she laid her hand down on the counter and the little boy clambered onto her palm. “Mel is a friend,” sighed Amanda. “And she’s right. I need to figure out your name.”

The boy, neck craning upward to look at her, made the same confused face before averting his eyes. His little brow was furrowed again, pinched as he was obviously trying to remember.

Amanda sighed and walked over to the bathroom to begin their nightly routine.

“Do you remember your name, sweetheart? Something your momma or daddy would have called you?” asked Amanda. The boy drew his legs closer to his chest as he kept his eyes averted. “It’s okay if you don’t remember. I’m not mad or upset. I just want to know your name. My name is Amanda. Can you say Amanda?”

It was no use. He said nothing and merely drew further in on himself, confusion and confliction in his features. The question was something he understood, but something kept him silent. Amanda could only guess the trauma was what kept him quiet since he seemed comfortable enough around her.

So, deciding to not pressure the boy any further, she rubbed his back and began running a warm bath, humming thoughtfully some of the songs she knew from her favorite kids’ shows growing up.

Like clockwork, the boy fell asleep as Amanda dried him off and slipped on his pajamas. She carried him to bed and settled in for the evening, mind still preoccupied with the thoughts of what the boy’s name could be.

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It was hours later; that much she knew for certain. A deafening crack of thunder sounding like the end of a whip right in her ear had her sitting bolt upright in bed, eyes wide and heart racing. Amanda glanced around and saw her room was plunged into a pitch black abyss.

The power was out.

She knew it the moment she looked around.

The nightlight was off and the electric clock beside her bed had no numbers glowing in red indicating the time of night.

Amanda would have simply calmed herself and turned back over to go back to bed if not for the terrified cry she heard from the boy’s box. It was obvious he was terrified, but that’s not what caught Amanda’s attention.

It was what she heard.

She heard him. The little boy spoke for the first time.

It was undeniable, clear as a bell – and it was heart wrenching.

“Momma! Mommmmaaa!”

The sound alone brought tears to Amanda’s eyes. He was calling out for his mother – a mother who was probably no longer out there and who wouldn’t hear his cries for help. That maternal instinct kicked into high gear and, though unable to see, Amanda carefully leaned over toward the box and laid her hand inside of the box.

“Sweetie? Sweetheart, it’s okay. Amanda’s here. I’m here. Come to me, sweetie. I’ll protect you. It’s just a little rain,” coaxed Amanda. The wind whirled outside, making an odd haunting sound as it pelted the rain relentlessly against the windows. Amanda wondered if the boy might be dreaming and crying out in his sleep. Another streak of lightening illuminated the room just enough for Amanda to see the boy was huddled in the far corner of his box with his hands over his ears.

No. He was clearly awake.

She couldn’t see well, but she could have sworn his cheeks were glossy with tears, face twisted in terror.

Was his mother taken in a storm? There was a storm right as I moved in. Is that what has him frightened so much? Or is it just the storm in general?

Amanda inched her fingers closer to the boy as she called to him again. “Come on, sweetie. I’m here. It’s okay. It’s just the rain. We’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.” The last thing she wanted to do was grab him. Holding him was supposed to be a positive thing. She wanted it to be a source of comfort and let that be a bonding experience for herself and the boy. Grabbing him felt invasive and might shatter her limited trust with him.

Another flash of lightening followed by a crack of thunder revealed little boy once more, but this time he was looking up at Amanda, eyes wide with primal fear. The power flicked on and off, making the night light and the clock flash ominously in the dark room.

Then, as Amanda was about to call to him again, he held up his hands and made that familiar grabbing motion as he, for the first time, intentionally spoke to her.

“Momma!” he sobbed. Amanda was taken aback. She had been taking care of him, yes; but could she dare call herself that? “Mommmaa!” His tears and his cries compelled her to act without correcting him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. Come to me,” encouraged Amanda as she moved her hand closer to the boy. In a heartbeat, the boy stood and flung himself onto her fingers, once again covering his ears and cowering in her hand.

Amanda waisted no time in bringing the boy close and under the blankets with her, pressing her hand to her chest and slowly rocking back and forth. She couldn’t imagine what he was experiencing. His senses seemed heightened, at least more than a human’s senses. Did that mean the sound of the thunder was amplified? Could he hear her heartbeat over the overwhelming storm outside?

“Sshhh… it’s okay. I’ve got you,” soothed Amanda.

Again, she heard the boy’s cries. “Mommaa!” They were muffled because of her hand, but they were still clear. The boy had quite the clear voice for someone so small. It was gentle and sweet but overridden with distress. Thinking quickly, Amanda decided she had no choice. It felt disrespectful in one weird way or another to his real parents, but perhaps it would help calm him down.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Momma’s here. Mom’s got you. I won’t let anything hurt you,” soothed Amanda. “Please, sweetie. It’s okay. Just take a deep breath for me. The storm will be over soon.”

The sobs and sniffles eased ever so slightly but continued for nearly ten minutes as the storm continued to rage outside. It wasn’t until Amanda heard his cries soften while his body trembled against her that she dared to pull her hand away from her chest and look at him. To see better, she turned on her phone flashlight and pointed it at the ceiling to illuminate the space ever so slightly.

The boy’s eyes were red and puffy, but his soft brown gaze conveyed understanding as he looked up at Amanda. His face was dripping in snot and tears, which Amanda wiped away with a piece of pinched tissue.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Wipe away those tears?” Amanda smiled. Perhaps it was simply the magic of the moment or maybe they were in the eye of the storm, but something about the way the child looked up at Amanda felt different. It was like the last barrier had broken down and a new relationship between them was born.

With some kind of newfound affection, Amanda asked, “Is that better?” To this, the boy nodded and smiled, leaning into Amanda’s touch.

She wasn’t sure how much time had truly passed. After switching off her phone light and laying there with the boy on her chest, the two of them stayed up and listened to the storm. Amanda continued to hum different tunes to help soothe the child when the storm began to kick up again, but alas he wouldn’t go back to sleep.

It was a pointless endeavor to go back to bed at this point, so Amanda sat up and, instead, began reading one of her eBooks from her phone; one of her personal favorites called “The Hobbit.” It felt fitting with how she was now on this unexpected journey with this child, and it was something she always wanted to share with her own children if and when she had them.

Now seemed as good of a time as any to begin reading.

Amanda started the first chapter and, before she knew it, was reading segments of the fourth chapter before she remembered to glance down at the boy to check and see if he was awake.

He was, with eyes wide open as he absorbed her words.

Now that she had heard him speak, it felt like now was as good of a time as any to talk to him and try and find out some answers. Keeping her phone light on and pointed at the ceiling so she could faintly see him, Amanda readjusted herself and him so she could rest her hand on the bed rather than hold it up.

The rain still pattered against the windows, but the intensity had subsided a little while ago. The little boy repositioned himself on her hand and laid down when Amanda began speaking to him.

“That storm was a little scary, huh?” she asked. The boy’s eyes glossed immediately as he nodded while he leaned into her hand, little arm draping over her thumb as he rested his chin on the knuckle of her thumb. “Is… do you remember another big storm? One when you were outside?”

Amanda didn’t need to look to know he was shivering. She took the answer for a yes.

“Is… that when you were left outside? Where I found you? Did something happen there?” asked Amanda. Again, the boy merely shivered. It was a heart wrenching feeling, and the questions weren’t making it any easier.

She decided to try and switch topics. Perhaps he felt more comfortable now or, in some weird way, perhaps the storm had helped trigger his memories.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I won’t let the storms hurt you. You’re safe here,” Amanda encouraged. “Do… you remember anything else about that day? Do you remember your name?”

He shivered again and held Amanda’s thumb tighter.

Alas.

No luck.

Whatever he had gone through obviously was either keeping his memories locked up tight or he truly didn’t remember his name.

“Well, that’s okay, but I would like to call you something other than sweetie,” sighed Amanda. She glanced over and saw those thoughtful, soft-brown eyes of the little boy once again. He was looking at her earnestly, as if he wanted to help but couldn’t, and understanding.

Amanda then thought of something. She knew the paperwork was coming in soon and that she needed to come up with something to put on them.

Perhaps he would be willing to compromise? Be called something now and change it when he remembered?

It was worth a shot.

“Would… it be okay if I called you something other than sweetie? Just until you remember your name? Maybe you can help me pick it out?” Amanda asked. There was a look of mild comprehension on the boy’s face, but also reluctance. Maybe he didn’t want to be called something else. Amanda was about to give up on the idea when, to her surprise, the boy nodded.

He actually agreed? He was fine with it?

Maybe he didn’t like being called “sweetie” so many times.

She wasn’t about to question it now.

“Okay? Yes? You’ll help me pick out a name for now?” Amanda confirmed. The boy nodded. Every little boy name flooded her mind and yet vanished at the same time. She wanted something that would fit him, and she didn’t want something that would be too on the nose. Calling the boy Tom in honor of Tom Thumb felt belittling, no pun intended.

“Okay, okay. Um…. How about… Jon?” asked Amanda. The child wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Not Jon. Um… Gabriel? Levi? James? Gale? Adam? Peter?”

Each name Amanda thought of didn’t quite fit the boy and, more importantly, he shook his head in disagreement. The only one he seemed to perk up at was Peter, but even then he shook his head no. She made her way through a few dozen names, accidentally repeating a few of them, when one came to mind.

It was a name she had always liked, and, in all honesty, she wanted to name her own child this if she had a son. The name also felt a bit on the nose, seeing the place where she found him, but Amanda thought she’d suggest the name all the same.

“What about Parker?”

The child’s eyes narrowed for a moment and his brow furrowed contemplatively. For a long while, he was quiet and made no indication that he liked or disliked the name. As Amanda was about to move on, he nodded.

It was a complete shock to Amanda.

“Yes? You said yes to Parker? That’s what you want to be called?” asked Amanda. Again, the boy seemed to think long and hard before nodding.

That was it.

He had a name; at least, one she could call him by.

“Okay then, Parker. Why don’t we close our eyes and try to get some sleep? The storm is gone, and I’ll protect you if it comes back,” Amanda said, keeping her tone light and pleasant. He smiled and nodded, curling into her hand. Amanda fished out his blanket and laid it over him as he stayed curled in her palm.

Her own lids were growing heavy by the second, and Amanda felt herself drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Parker,” she whispered. Sleep would have taken her if not for the thing she heard next.

“Night… momma.”

Three words. In one day, he had said three whole new words to her after a month of silence. She could only hope they would continue to make progress, but she would think about that later. Instead, Amanda thought about how good it sounded for Parker to call her mom. She felt a twinge of guilt and sadness, but it also meant he was trusting her more and more.

She drifted off to sleep, his nearly imperceptible weight in her hand, as the dream she thought would never be became her reality.

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extinctspino · 1 year

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can i do a request where the reader gets jealous of wednesday for seeing her tending to tyler's injuries so the reader ends up punching tyler and walks away ignoring wednesday going so far as to give her the silent treatment so the reader asks wednesday why she never takes care of the reader like that and wednesday ends up not answering this question so the reader decides to ignore her for a few more hours but the two make up (reader and wednesday are already dating)

Jealous

Pairing: Wednesday x GNreader

Wordcount: 680

Warnings: Cursing

Author’s note: Maybe reader is being a lil dramatic but I think it’s alright.

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Seeing your usually uncaring girlfriend tending to Tyler’s wounds like that made your blood boil. Out of every other person in the room SHE just HAD to do it. And why was his shirt open all the way?! He could’ve just unbuttoned a few of the top buttons but no, of course not, why would he.

It wasn’t even that bad of an injury, you were sure Tyler would be able to plaster it up by himself. But this isn’t the first time anything like this happened.

Just Wednesday and Tyler in general. You knew Wednesday was loyal, but you also knew Tyler was interested in her, yet she was still hanging out with him if you could even call it that.

You balled your hands into fists and took a deep breath, but you lost it all when Tyler spoke, “Thanks doc.”

Who knew something so small could ignite the beast inside you. But since you kept your anger inside you for so long, it had been building up so there was no stopping you now.

You stomped your way over to him and stood there a good second before absolutely smashing the shit out of his face. He practically flew off the chair he was sitting on. “What the fuck!” He hissed in pain and blood began running down his nose.

Just after you had hit him the door opened, “What the hell happened?” The sheriff - Tyler’s father - walked into the room, but you straight up ignored him.

“Go burn in hell, Tyler.” You turned around and walked past the sheriff, leaving through the front door.

Everyone in the room was shocked at what just happened. “What was that for?” Enid asked no one in particular. Xavier didn’t make a single sound, he was trying his best to not laugh. He wasn’t really fond of Tyler either so... win-win.

Wednesday wanted to go after you, but she needed a few words with the sheriff first. Besides, maybe you needed to cool down a bit before you and Wednesday talked.

The next day, Wednesday couldn’t find you anywhere around the school. She even asked Enid, but she didn’t have an answer either.

She only spotted you when she saw you leaving Xavier’s room with a wide smile on your face.

She furrowed her brows and marched up to you. “Y/n, why did you do that to Tyler.” You kept walking as if you didn’t hear her.

Wednesday was shocked although she didn’t show it. She had never been ignored like that before. She was always the one ignoring not the other way around. She brushed away the slight hurt she felt when you plainly walked further.

She followed you,” Don’t ignore me.” Her deadly voice always made you give in but not this time.

“Please.”

You halted your movements and looked at her. Your neutral facial expression faltered and your true emotions appeared. “Why?” You were angry and sad at the same time.

“What do you mean?” You wished Wednesday was pretending she didn’t know what you were talking about. Unfortunately, she wasn’t.

“Why do you not care for me the way you do for Tyler?” You knew Wednesday cared about you, but your jealousy overruled any other thoughts.

“You know he’s into you, but you’re still around him! You probably even cleaned up that bloody nose for him after I left!” You looked away from her, ashamed of your sudden outburst.

“I absolutely adore your personality and understand that you’re a bit hesitant about physical touch, but why does that only apply to me? You didn’t seem hesitant when you were patching him up.” Your words died down at the end of your sentence.

“I-I’m sorry for overreacting like that...” You wanted to slap yourself for letting your jealousy get the best of you. But that thought immediately disappeared when Wednesday took your hand in hers.

“Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing.” She said sincerely.

You locked your eyes with hers and smiled at her.

“Now tell me, why were you in Xavier’s room?”

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wandringaesthetic · 7 months

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OVERTHINKING 30 SECONDS OF ALUCARD CASTLEVANIA:

I deliberately spoiled myself for whether he would be showing up before I started watching because I didn't want to disappoint myself if he didn't. So I saw this screenshot out of context and was like "no, put him back." He looks a bit too smooth and cherubic. Doll-like and a bit too feminine.

In context it's not so bad, in profile the change isn't so drastic and I think it's more that they have him exceedingly pale and that flattens out all of his shading than that they changed his facial shape much. Some of this is also just the slight difference in art style. Lines are lighter and more sketchy here and we don't have as much dark dark shading.

I expected that he would probably have white/gray hair a la Symphony of the Night and he does. A lot of the Ayame Kojima artwork he looks more pale blond but I most people playing the game interpret that sprite as having gray or white hair.

Also like Symphony of the Night, he's got a cravat. All laced up to the chin versus loose, low necked shirt or walking shirtless scene in Series 1

I always guessed that they had his first appearance like this to confirm beyond a doubt that the long haired pretty person was male so foreign language markets wouldn't be tempted to change his gender. And also I guess let's show off that scar.

ANYWAY. I always interpreted Alucard's silvery SotN hair as an expression of age/weariness/grief. He's canonically been taking a dirt nap for a while, right? An expression of the fact (?) that he hasn't been feeding. Homeboy is anemic.

By the way, it's never really made clear in Castlevania the animation whether Alucard needs to drink blood. I always assumed that he did at least sometimes. In part, because of this:

He has a confidence here that says to me that this is not the first time he has lunged after someone's throat.

Also it looks like the coffin apparatus he rises out of when he's introduced is feeding him blood somehow.

[He also eats food obviously, from his foraging and cooking montages in S3. my fanon interpretation of this is that he needs some of both but not as much blood as a full vampire would need and not as much food as a full human would need. He can survive a long time (probably a very very long time) without either but he'd suffer for it]

Some Castlevania vampires have more inhuman features than others. I'm speculating on this being more true the more old/powerful the vampire. Drolta's black sclera, Dracula's ridiculous height, Olrox's glowing eyes, etc. So the white/silver hair (and the 'is he glowing or is he REALLY white' complexion) might be an expression of Alucard aging and coming into his powers. Because a lot of our Castlevastle vampires are paper white but not all.

Him being laced to the chin versus tits out implies a more closed personality. Maturity, perhaps. Less emotional and sexual availability.

(In the first season he just woke up so you can't blame him for not wearing a shirt. In season 4 the shirtlessness is a Choice.)

I would say "please, someone fuck this man" but we all know how that went.

IIRC, in games canon he went immediately to sleep after Castlevania III and then didn't wake up until Symphony of the Night. This implies some self hatred and maybe depression. Feeling like you're something that shouldn't exist but being unable to easily self terminate and/or sticking around just in case you need to fight a monster worse than you.

Animated Alucard doesn't seem to have that level of self hatred. In series 1, he seems to identify more as a vampire than as a human (his comment about being less than excited about the Belmont hold because it's a museum dedicated to the extermination of his people) and doesn't seem to think that existing as a vampire is wrong in and of itself. In fact he seems to have some pride in vampires as preservers of knowledge even after the events of season 2. ALSO, his relationship with his father seems more positive in the animation than in the games. In the animation, he loves and respects his father up until the point he decides to exterminate all humans. In the games it seems like that father son relationship was more fraught and possibly more distant.

HOWEVER. If his kill count really is in the thousands, that makes me believe that not only has he been awake most of the last 300 years, he's spent most of that time killing vampires and that he may have started killing vampires generally rather than just those making problems. Even if he hasn't come to the conclusion of "all vampires must die and then when I have finished my grim work I shall die too" if he has been hunting and killing vampires for SO LONG he has to have started seeing them, and the parts of himself that are like them, as the problem.

I don't love that kind of moral absolutism, but. In Castlevania we have (correct me if I'm wrong) two morally ambiguous vampires (Dracula and Olrox) and the rest are evil. Castlevania the animation seems to not come down on the side that vampires are soulless monsters, but the overwhelming majority are evil. I think it would go against the series core to argue that vampires aren't people or can't be good people, or that you get one choice and that determines your whole life and impact on the world going forward (how Christian of you--also, a lot of them didn't get a choice!) But the fact remains that vampires have a strong incentive to view human beings as not really being people.

Alucard MIGHT be choosing to abstain from blood and that MIGHT be why he's so pale he glows. Drink your juice, Alucard. Take care of yourself.

I don't love the idea of Alucard being so self hating because I love him and I want what's best for him, but I have to admit that this kind of self hatred is what makes Symphony of the Night Alucard and most notable dhampir characters compelling. A monster fighting worse monsters. A cursed, bastard existence that nonetheless gives you great power. Choosing to do good even though you yourself are damned. Being constantly on the verge of a fall, of awful temptation, of becoming the thing you hunt. Fighting for a world that has no place for you in it.

LASTLY. As a Trephacard shipper. In animation canon he probably AT LEAST stayed awake for more or less a human lifetime. With Sypha and Trevor, in whatever capacity. Undeniably, he loved them. But there are ways that might contribute to the self hatred. It would have distanced him from the vampire part of his identity. I keep thinking of the fact that Trevor corrects Alucard ONCE when he refers to Dracula as "my father" and Alucard refers to him as "Dracula" for the rest of the series. I keep thinking about him staring at the cabinet of vampire skulls in the Belmont hold and Trevor and Sypha both seeming to not really notice. It would be tempting to minimize or fight against that part of his identity. He might feel like he has no place with them if he doesn't.

(AND THAT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE FACT THAT DRAC IS ALIVE NOW. I have no idea how they're going to choose to deal with that, but I have trouble imagining Alucard and Dracula having a positive relationship going forward. That might even contribute to Alucard feeling like he had to choose.)

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romanreignseater · 1 year

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He’s Gray. (Request)

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Just a quick little smut 🤭.

Roman’s beard has been getting more gray by the day, and you just had to tell your man how much you loved it.

Request: “hii love im not sure if you take request but if you do can you maybe do one about the greys in his beard from his men’s health”

A/N: Short story for @cyberdejos2. Thanks for the request!!! (My request/questions box should be open now, don’t be afraid to ask).

“If you’d like to see how my training helps me and affects my performance, you can always uhh… tune into SummerSlam. Because I’m gonna smash Brock Lesnar on July 30th, ummm and you’d be able to see these results, see how this really does affect the goals at hand and the performance, uhhh you know when they come around. Alright guys have a good one.”

“And that’s a wrap. Great job today Roman!!” Said the producer and director of Roman’s Men’s Health training video. “You know how the Tribal Chief do.” His laughter bulging through his sentence.

Although, Roman’s workout was quite enjoyable to watch. You could only focus on gray hairs layered at the front of his beard.

Now, Roman isn’t an old man, but based on his genetics, he was prone to go gray early just like his father. You were quickly draw away from your thoughts when gusts of flowing wind fanned in front of your face.

“Y/N… you good?! You’ve been staring off into space for the past two minutes.” Your boyfriends smile expanded from side to side as your doe like eyes looked up at him.

“I want to sit on that sexy gray beard daddy.” Roman was taken aback by your sinful comment. Yet extremely intrigued. Roman’s eyes darkened in an instant, his hands strongly and swiftly grabbed at your waist to push your fronts to one another.

“So, you like the grays in my beard mama?! It makes you wanna sit on my face? You wanna see your sweet juices drenched all over my beard?”

His sultry words made your sweet juices flow into your panties even more, soaking them. Your eyes told him all he needed to know. He led you to the bench where he was just working out on and he laid back on it once more.

Your eyes widened as you realized you were going to sit on his face while the producers, camera crew, and directors were in the other part of the gym facility. They could barge in at anytime, but that made it even more thrilling.

“Sooo, you’re gonna do what you said you would?!” Your shocked expression turned into a sly one as you let go of his hand. Your leggings and panties dropped in one swift motion. Your full cunt and ass exposed to the Tribal Chief as you mounted the position to sit on your throne.

As you hovered over his mouth, his breath hit your sensitive cunt almost immediately, causing you to shudder. Hurrying yourself up, you quickly sat directly on his open mouth where his tongue met your clit.

His tongue sloppily slid across across your entrance to your clit, making out passionately with your pussy. “Mhmmmmm, that’s so good baby.” Your moans lowered by couple octaves than usual due to the fact that people were in the vicinity.

Your pussy molded perfectly against his mouth as he began sucking your juices. “Ride it baby, ride my face.” His voice deep and husky, just how you liked it.

You soon followed his instructions and rode his face till the days end. His parading inside your walls, making the sensations rise. Your ministrations and pace quickened more and more as you felt your high coming on. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.” You clenched your teeth so your moans couldn’t surpass the room you were in and you didn’t risk being caught.

“F—uckkkk.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you reached your climax and Roman drank in all of your juices. You were let off of his face and sat on his lap. Your eyes were quickly drawn to his glistening, gray beard soaked in your essence. “Go ahead baby.” Your tongue swiped across his rough beard; licking up every part of his dripping facial hair you admire so much.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You and Roman shared a quick kiss when the sound of chatter started jarring closer. Roman’s hand swiped across his beard to make sure his face was dry and you jumped up in order to place your clothes back on your body. The crew entered the room as you dusted yourself off.

“Alright Roman, we’re gonna get some quick photos and we’ll be out your way.” Knowing that you have a degree in Photography and Design, the camera crew allowed you make sure the pictures came out right. Also, since you were Roman’s manager, he wanted you to look over his photos.

As they were snapping pictures you realized there were some droplets dripping form his beard. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

Maybe everyone will think it’s sweat?!

THE END!!

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