#i’m just too anxious to misbehave

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I forgot there was a period of time where my sister was super unstable and doing The Bad Drugs because she shook it off surprisingly quickly for somebody who was kinda lost in the sauce….. and the crack….. and other stuff……

but then my parents brought that time period up, thanking their lucky stars that she straightened up and flew right without so much as an intervention, and my dad said “thank you for being stable” to me

[yawneon]

hcs for

percy jackson hcs for hogwarts color houses? (if you wanted to - maybe for reader too?)

(this has been marinating in my drafts for MONTHS)

PERCY JACKSON !

- im a firm believer in percy being harry in another universe

- if harry wasnt a BBBBBITCH

- gryffindor prefect whether you like it or not. (turned head boy, lily and james situation over here.)

- 1/3 star trio (somehow percy’s in it)

- would and could beat the shit out of harry potter

- IS DEFINITELY A QUIDDITCH PLAYER

- probably a seeker or a chaser but im getting off topic

- hes a prefect that all the first years look up to yk

- like those cool older students that you want to be when your fresh in high school.

- “percy is so cool!“ “i wanna be a prefect like percy!”

- loves the attention ngl

- sneaks around to ravenclaw table to sit with annabeth (or you) and then when he gets caught he goes “i was just asking her something!” when he knows damn well he was flirting with her.

- you can tell by the shit-eating grin on his face. ^

- definitely is in a organised wand fighting club

- most likely is a pain in the ass for the teachers but he gets good grades (thanks to his girlfriend) and he probably has saved the school from some sort of magical monster once or twice

- secretly avada kadavra’d a fly once (felt bad afterwards and held a funeral for the fly)

ANNABETH CHASE !

- ravenclaw head girl.

- 2/3 of the star trio

- everyone loves annabeth, shes like the star student.

- “ask annabeth she knows.” “annabeth can you help me with this question?”

- gods shes smart but shes more than that.

- she likes to hide away in one of the towers and she makes castles ans structures out of toothpicks she steals from the tables at breakfast, lunch and dinners.

- also a student alot of the first years look up to.

- but mainly the girls like annabeth.

- the ones who felt they weren’t ever going to be smart enough or were never going to amount to enough.

- annabeth would smile sweetly at them and remind them to believe in themselves.

- is the only person percy really listens to.

- percy could be messing around and not listening in a class and the moment annabeth even mutters a word starting with p hes sat on a chair, hands in his lap, posture straight and mouth SHUT.

GROVER UNDERWOOD !

- now i don’t want to stereotype… im not that type of girl.

- hufflepuff prefect

- AND BEFORE ALL OF YOU COME ALONG AND START WHINIGN AND CRYING “I HATE HUFFLEPUFF” BLAHS BALAHA BALAHA SHUT UP.

- he loves his house and takes so much pride in it

- i don’t think he’d like playing quidditch but he would be in the front row seats cheering on hufflepuff

- and if his house wasn’t playing he’s there cheering for percy

- 3/3 of the star trio.

- grover “my bf” underwood is a hufflepuff.

- alot of the younger kids look out for grover in a crowd

- especially the misbehaving gryffindor kids that are running away from clarrise

- if they can’t find percy they cower behind grover

- and grover being the big hearted boy he is he stands guard of the kids despite shitting his pants himself

- he loves his house.

- he loves care of magical beasts class

- all the new hufflepuff kids IN GENERAL always go to him for directions which makes him 1 too many times late to class. but im like so sure the teachers know and love him so they let him off with just a soft warning.

- “i’m so sorry professor! i was helping a first-“ “just sit down underwood.”

- to all those fans that watched fantastic beasts, grover is 100% using a tower like newt did with new beasts he finds.

- has probably accidentally wandered into the forbidden forest with annabeth and percy by chance. (he wanted to find a unicorn)

- some random slytherin kid picked on a hufflepuff first year and grover ripped the kid a new one. hes loyal to his house 💔

- he had to get a new wand once or twice because he used to chew on it in exams (when he got especially anxious)

CLARRISE LA RUE !

- despite her being sometimes rude

- i do think she’d also be in gryffindor 😭

- kinda like an arrogant, “im better than you” gryffindor

- like how she is in the show and most of the books towards percy

- but underneath her hard exterior shes soft towards the ones she loves and is close to

- also a quidditch GOD

- the most exhilirating beater to watch in quidditch.

- alot of first year girls also admire clarrise

- more so the ones that want to be strong and join quidditch.

- EXTREMELY PROUD TO BE A GRYFFINDOR

- she REPS THAT SHIT HARD

- “i think slytherin is co-“ “GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST HOUSE SHUT UP”

- extremely prideful of her colours and her house

- a little bit too much sometimes

- when someone loses house points you better pack it up and run because miss girl is hunting for you (looking at you percy)

LUKE CASTELLAN !

- erm

- slytherin head boy

- “luke is so cool!” “and hes hot..” “but percy’s better!”

- theres luke people and then theres percy people

- luke is alot more cunning in the sense that he openly does things to capture more hearts and beat percy in this ongoing war (he will be the hottest prefect.)

- probably descended from a line of gryffindors but then he popped out

- seeker in qudditch but also is a good chaser due to his build

- THE slytherin boy.

- he is so unbelievably good at quidditch and leads slytherin to most of their wins.

- another star student here

- “why can’t you be more like luke?”

- maybe has possibly been an inside spy for he who can not be named. (voldymort)

- definetly in that chamber of secrets fucking shit up

- such a helpful head boy.

- like he loves his house and will die in green

- this guy probably has every single passage in hogwarts mapped out perfectly like dimensions and all.

- may or may not be plotting something in the forbidden forest.

[leighsartworks216]

Just A Trim

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I had this idea like this morning or last night, I don't remember. And then I was not physically/mentally able to write until the sudden Need To Write hit me and I cranked this out

When writing this, I noticed I kept making references to Tav being shorter, but bc I want this to be enjoyed by everyone, I took them out. Pls let me know if I missed any instances of it tho

Ending loosely inspired by this scene from Big Fish

Warnings: scissors, brief references to low self-worth, anxiety, pure fluff

Word Count: 1,287

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Astarion didn’t trust his hair with just anybody. Pulling on it during sex? Okay. Playing with it while cuddling? It takes him a bit to actually trust someone enough to enjoy it. Washing it? Absolutely off the table. Cutting it? Out of question, and he’d probably insult you for asking.

So when he came to you, frowning and grumbling, and struggled through grit teeth to ask if you would please help him cut his hair? That meant something.

You tried not to let your glee show as you dropped whatever you were working on and followed him into your shared bathroom. He plopped onto the edge of the tub like a pouting child who’d just got a good telling-to after misbehaving. He held the scissors up for you to take.

“If you cut my ears, darling, I’m going to make you regret the day you were ever born.” He glares over his shoulder as you step into the tub behind him, rolling up your sleeves and taking the scissors. “And don’t you dare do anything funny. All I need is a simple trim. I assume you’re capable enough to manage that?”

You smiled as he growled at you like an annoying customer. You lean down and gently kiss his cheek. “I promise I’ll only take a little bit off.”

There’s an unspoken conflict on his face. He’s not sure he actually wants you to go through with this… But he’s sort of out of options. Any salons nearby closed before the sun went down, and he definitely did not trust any of your past traveling companions to do the job. No. He’d just have to trust you. He sighs and faces forward. “Just… be careful.”

“I will, my love.”

It had been difficult to notice during the course of your adventure together, but his hair did grow. Not as fast as yours, but curls that delicately curled around the edges of his ears now almost completely covered them, like strangling vines. You’d heard him cuss too many times when a strand got caught in his earrings and tugged when he went to brush the hair from his face. The curl that lay persistently over his forehead now brushed his upper eyelid. Very frequently, he would huff and fight to push it back, with nothing to show for it.

With gentle, smooth motions, you combed your fingers through his hair. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, running from his hairline to the nape of his neck, and carefully untangling any knots all the while. You heard his quiet sigh, and saw his shoulders begin to relax. You pressed a kiss to his head.

Assessing his full head of hair, you figured out where to begin. You separated out a section, trying to determine how long it used to be, so you knew how short to cut it now. He tensed again.

“I’m going to start cutting it now, okay?” He hummed, short and anxious. You pressed a hand to his shoulder. “Relax, dear. I’ve got you.”

“It’s difficult to when you have the means to turn me into a glorified clown.”

“But I won’t.”

He sighed. “I know.”

You wait for him to relax again, and he nods slightly. You take the scissors to the first section of hair. With a shink, a small clump of hair falls into the tub. The sound certainly doesn’t fill him with confidence, but he trusts you won’t mess it up too bad…

You begin talking about your friends, about the letters they’ve sent lately keeping you updated with their lives. Apparently, Gale sent some interesting information regarding potential cures for his vampirism - though most of it was only on temporary remedies. “In good time,” you’d assured him when he groaned. Stepping into the sun again would be nice, but an end to his sanguine hunger would be better.

It takes a while to cut all his hair, especially with how meticulous you’re being. You give special attention to the hair around his ears, making sure not to nick him. You step out of the tub and in front of him while you cut the stubborn curl there, where you catch it before it can fall into his lap, and deposit it in the basin. He can’t help watching you then. You have such determination and focus on the task at hand. Only once the curl is trimmed do you actually see him staring, and you smile and peck his lips. He rather enjoyed that.

As you go through each section, you consistently run your fingers through his hair. It’s the most relaxing bit, and he’s certainly glad he asked you for this. He would die before Gale ever got his grubby mitts anywhere near his hair.

By the time you finish, his eyes are closed. He listens to your chatter, to the random tunes you hum, to the way you hold your breath as you make a cut. It’s rather peaceful, despite the underlying nervousness to it all. He can’t see himself. All he can hope is you make him look nice.

You brush your fingers through his hair to knock loose any stray strands. It falls like snow by your feet. Satisfied with your work, you begin running water for a bath, kicking the hair down the drain before you plug it to fill the tub.

“Done, love?”

“Mhm!” You lean around to kiss his cheek again. “You can take a bath, wash all the hair off, and I can get you some fresh clothes.”

He grins. He stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs along your knuckles. He’s worried, anxious, but he tries not to let it show. “How do I look?” he asks with a careful bravado, tilting his head to the side, chin upturned, like a haughty nobleman.

You let go of his hand to cup his cheek. He automatically leans into it, mask slipping ever so slightly to reveal his worry. “You look beautiful. I think I did a rather fine job.”

“‘Rather fine?’ Oh, darling,” he lilts, “for your sake, I’d better look the spitting image of perfection.”

“You always do.” It’s earnest. A solid fact to oppose the teasing of his words.

He cannot prevent the true smile that tugs the corners of his mouth as he leans in to claim yours, tasting and nipping and teasing with soft sighs of content. You are much too good to him, but he doesn’t say that out loud, lest you lecture him and treat him to endless spoils until he believes it himself.

He reluctantly pulls away, but his lips continue to brush yours. “Bathe with me.”

You open your eyes to study his face. “Are you sure?”

“Undoubtedly.”

A mischievous spark glints in the corner of your eye as you grin wickedly. “Do I get to wash your hair?”

He chuckles. “Don’t push it.”

You hum. “Would you wash mine?”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

“I want… to turn off the tap before our bathroom floods.” You pull away and he has to laugh as you wade through the water to stop the steady stream. The warm water reaches just below your knees. You sigh, but the annoyance is dampened by your grin. “Look what you’ve done - distracting me like that. Now my pants are all wet.”

“All wet?” He makes a show of looking you up and down. “I don’t know, love. I see quite a few dry spots.”

Without warning, he steps into the large tub, still in his own clothes, and grabs you, pulling you down with him into the water. Your laughter fills the house. Astarion has never been more in love.

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[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 1

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

--What is happiness?

It’s like a twilight sky that changes color the moment it burns into your eyes…

Even though it holds my heart forever and never lets go, I can never have the same one again.

Time, stop—don’t let this happiness fade away.

(From today onwards, my life will be monitored by the members of the assassin organization “Crown” that controls evil with evil.)

As a ‘fairytale keeper’, it is my duty to record their sins—my only lifeline.

Getting ready in front of the mirror, I try to re-energize.

(Honestly, I’m scared to face ‘sin’ again…)

(Up to this point, I’ve only had to deal with complaints at the post office or handling deliveries in crazy busy situations.)

(I’ll be okay, I’m sure it will work out somehow.)

Kate: “Okay, only one month. If I try, I can do this…okay.”

I repeat this to myself like a mantra, opened the door and took a brisk step forward--.

???: “Woah.”

Kate: “Kya!?”

I accidentally bump the tip of my nose into the chest of someone who was standing in front of the door.

Kate: “I-I’m sorry…!”

Ellis: “I’m sorry too...are you hurt?”

(Oh…this guy--)

--Flashback—

Harrsion: “…So what are you going to do now that you’ve explained everything so thoroughly, Victor?”

Victor: “Hmm…That’s right…”

Ellis: “Shall I kill her?”

(Eh--?)

Ellis: “She doesn’t look happy at all, but I’ll take the job.”

--End Flashback—

(He was the first to suggest killing me.)

(But, after that…)

--Flashback—

Ellis: “I’m Ellis.”

Kate: “Ellis… Nice to meet you.”

Ellis: “Mmhmm… likewise. Jude and I are often away on business.”

Ellis: “While I’m here, I’ll make you as happy as possible.”

--End Flashback—

With the same mouth, a line that sounded like a marriage proposal was said without hesitation… what an odd person.

(Why is Ellis in front of my room?)

Part 2

(Ah, I see. Surveillance has already started.)

If I misbehave, I might be killed.

(I can’t just keep acting like everything is the same.)

(I’ve already stepped into a different world.)

Kate: “Mr. Ellis, right…? I look forward to working with you from today onwards.”

Ellis: “Yes, Ellis Twilight, nice to meet you… no need to be so formal.”

Ellis laughed lightly and looked into my face with concern.

Ellis: “…your nose is getting red.”

Ellis: “Sorry, the door opened just as I was about to knock, so I couldn’t avoid it.”

A long, slender arm holds the door.

Behind his curly hair, as his name suggests, are twilight eyes.

I gasped when I notice how close we were and hurriedly apologized.

Kate: “No! I’m sorry I got anxious and jumped out…”

Ellis: “Are you anxious? Why?”

Kate: “What!? Um…”

(“I was getting anxious because I was scared of living with all of you.”)

(I can’t say that…)

Kate: “It’s like I was transferred to a new department that I don’t know at all…”

Kate: “It’s like… Gaahhh!”

Ellis: “Gaahhh…”

Ellis blinks in surprise.

(Ah, that was too weird…)

Ellis: “… you’re a cute person.”

Kate: “Um… it’s okay, you don’t have to follow me…”

(I should have been able to make up and excuse, but I feel so embarrassed.)

As I avert my gaze, looking for a place to move to, Ellis returned to a straight face and spoke in a whisper,

Ellis: “ I’d like to give you your first job in the ‘new department’… is that okay?”

Kate: “---Wow…”

(What a beautiful garden.)

I was taken to the courtyard of Crown castle…

There was a beautiful English garden that had been carefully maintained down to the last detail.

Seasonal flowers are in full bloom, and it smells like paradise.

(Last night, I could only feel the majesty and dangerous atmosphere of the towering castle…)

(But there are places where I feel so at ease.)

As I followed Ellis down the path, admiring the beautiful garden, a gazebo came into view.

Tea and scones are set on the table, as though a tea party is about to begin.

Ellis: “Please sit.”

Kate: “Oh…uh, thank you.”

Ellis pulled out a chair and was waiting for me, so I sat down in the chair, confused ,and he sat in the seat across from me.

(You said earlier that you wanted to give me a job, but…)

Kate: “Is this where I’ll be working my first job?”

Ellis: “Yeah… your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

Part 3

Ellis: “Yeah…your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

(…hmm?)

Ellis: “Tell me about yourself while eating delicious food, I’ll tell you about myself too.”

Ellis: “If you record it, it will count as your report as fairytale keeper, right?”

--CHOICES---------------------------------

That’s honestly helpful/ That honestly helps +4 +4

Isn’t that a nuisance? +4 +4

Why would you help me? +4 +4

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Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Ellis: “I thought it would make you happy.”

It seems like he’s seriously trying to help me.

Ellis: “I’ll also tell you about the other members of Crown.”

Ellis: “I think it’s a little scary to live among people you don’t know.”

Kate: “…!”

(I never expected this ‘first job’ to be…)

Kate: “Did you invite me just to relieve my anxiety?”

Ellis: “…That’s a little bit correct.”

Kate: “A little bit?”

Ellis: “It’s also for me to talk to you… that’s the bit that was incorrect.”

A faint smile appears on his lips.

(Maybe my first impression of Ellis last night was a misunderstanding.)

Just being near him made me feel like my temperature dropped instantly.

It felt like something was peeking out at me from the gaping darkness--.

I’m sure I felt that kind of anxiety last night…

(I don’t feel that way from Ellis in front of me now.)

(Maybe it was because I had just witnessed the murder scene.)

I gently pushed aside the strange feeling in my chest and decided not to acknowledge it.

--In hindsight, that turned out to be a mistake.

Part 4

(Anyway, Ellis took the trouble to arrange this for me.)

(I’ll take his word for it and listen to various stories.)

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “I haven’t done anything to deserve your gratitude.”

Ellis: “Do you like sweets? These are scones Victor baked this morning.”

Kate: “Eh? Victor baked…?”

Ellis: “Yes, it’s like his hobby. Al is also a good cook.”

Ellis: “The clotted cream is something I learned from Al and made myself.”

Ellis: “Liam recommended this jam, so he bought it for me.”

Ellis: “Perhaps he knows a lot about what’s trending because he’s a stage actor.”

Ellis: “This meat pie is from the restaurant where Roger took me to lunch the other day. He treats me to drinks often.”

Kate: “W-wait a minute. I want to write down what you just told me…!”

When I take out my notebook that I had kept in my pocket,

Ellis told me a lot about the people in Crown--.

Kate: “Oh, I know about the shop that sells this apricot crumble too! There’s usually quite a line there, right?”

Ellis: “I bought it with Harry. Harry apparently has a sweet tooth and is obsessed with delicious sweets shops.”

Kate: “Hehe… Everyone in Crown is good friends aren’t they?”

(I felt like I was living in another world,)

(I feel relieved to know that we are all people living in the same London.)

(Thanks to Ellis.)

With a big smile on my face, I spread cream on the scone in my hand.

Ellis: “Kate.”

Kate: “Yes…?”

Very naturally, the palm of Ellis’ large hand reached up to the side of my face.

Ellis: “You’re going to get cream stuck in your hair.”

Kate: “Huh? Oh…”

(That’s true, I didn’t notice.)

Ellis scoops up my hair with his fingertips and gently tucks it behind my ear.

Kate: “Thank you.”

Ellis: “You’re welcome… It was so good you went crazy for it didn’t you?”

Ellis, resting his chin on his hand, looked at me and smiled.

Kate: “…Yes, it’s delicious.”

Ellis: “Good.”

(If Ellis can do something like this so casually… he must be popular.)

Realizing that my heart was pounding, I tried to calm down my erratic heartbeat.

Kate: “Preparing a seat, caring about me like this…”

Kate: “Why are you being so kind to me?”

(I don’t remember doing anything to Ellis yesterday that would make him treat me so kindly…)

Ellis: “Kate, you haven’t looked happy since last night.”

Ellis: “I want the people around me to smile as much as possible.”

(That’s all…?)

(Even though I’m a complete stranger to Ellis… I don’t know anything about him.)

Kate: “Do you do this for anyone? Even if you just met for the first time?”

Ellis: “Huh…? Yeah… is that wrong?”

The simple question, in turn, made him look confused.

(Ellis is a bit of an odd person after all.)

(But…)

Kate: “…I’m happy.”

(I’m sure I feel better thanks to Ellis.)

Ellis: “I see… If you don’t hate it, good.”

Part 5

By the time the peaceful breakfast was over, my wariness had completely subsided.

Ellis: “Is going to the theater your hobby?”

Kate: “Yes. In fact, last night I took on an unfamiliar night shift because I wanted money for tickets…”

Ellis: “Heheh… you’re quite passionate.”

I chatted endlessly with Ellis, as if we were new friends.

Then, the sound of another set of footsteps echoed.

Victor: “Hey, hey! This is exciting!”

Ellis: “Victor.”

Kate: “…! Good morning.”

Victor: “Oh, you don’t have to stand up! I don’t want to interrupt your pleasant conversation.”

Victor: “Since Ellis offered to do so, I left breakfast to him… Do you feel a little less nervous?”

Victor kept smiling and looked at me searchingly.

The shadow of the unfathomable feeling I felt from him last night has faded, and I can feel the warmth of concern in his jewel-like eyes.

(Maybe it’s because I enjoyed my first job with Ellis and it relieved my tension.)

Kate: “Yes. Thanks to Ellis and the delicious scones you baked for me.”

Victor: “…”

When I smiled gratefully, Victor seemed a little surprised.

But soon a smile appeared on his face, like a flower blooming.

Victor: “Yeah, yeah. Your smile says ‘I’m so happy to be Crown’s exclusive fairytale keeper!’”

Ellis: “…Did it really say that much?”

Kate: “…hehe.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed as he watched my shoulders shake.

Victor: “Well I had two requests for you as fairytale keeper, keeping our secret and recording our sins.”

Victor: “The former is fine, but the latter I would imagine has you at a loss as to what to do specifically.”

Victor: “May I give a little explanation?”

Kate: “Yes. Please.”

Victor: “It’s not difficult. I want you to carefully observe the people of Crown and write down what you feel is a sin.”

Victor: “I’ll leave it to you to figure out how.”

Victor: “You can have multiple people watch over you on a rotating basis or you can choose one person to work with.”

(Observe the members of Crown carefully. I am free to choose my methods and partners… I see.)

Kate: “I understand, um, how far does my surveillance extend?”

Victor: “Even though I say surveillance, I don’t mean to restrict your freedom of movement other than going out alone.”

Victor: “I may ask you to accompany us on missions, but you can spend the rest of the time however, you like.”

I was a little relieved as I had expected to be under much stricter surveillance.

Kate: “Understood. Thank you for your explanation.”

Victor: “…Honestly, I was a little surprised just now. I didn’t expect to see your smile so soon.”

Victor: “You witnessed a terrible scene, and we are an evil organization that cannot be said to be safe.”

He gave me a joking wink…

Then Victor squinted his eyes as if looking at bright sunlight.

Victor: “I hope that the darkness that will inevitably touch you from now on won’t take away your smile.”

Strangely enough, I didn’t believe what I was told was a lie.

(The people of Crown are definitely dark and terrifying people who don’t mind harming others.)

However—I thought that if I looked deep into my heart, there were feelings that I could understand.

Victor: “Then I’ll excuse myself. The Queen’s Aide is quite busy.”

Victor seemed to have just come to see what was going on and immediately left without coming to the table.

(To record their sins, first I’ll have to take a good look at the members of Crown.)

In that case—I’d like Ellis to be the first one I want to know more about.

Such feelings come naturally.

Kate: “Um, Ellis…What are your plans for today?”

However, my question was interrupted by a harsh voice.

Jude: “Yer supposed to be workin. How dare ya slack off.”

Ellis and Kate: “!”

I jumped at the sound of a loud voice.

(That voice is--)

When I hesitantly turned around, I saw Jude standing in the garden with his arms folded, looking irritated.

(Oh, you’re angry…!)

Ellis: “Sorry. I’ll go now.”

Without even standing up, Ellis leisurely turned his gaze toward Jude and answered.

(Such carelessness….)

Jude clicked his tongue, quickly flipped his cloak with a flourish and left.

Ellis: “…As you can see, that is today’s schedule.”

Kate: “You work for a trading company right?”

(Jude is the president and Ellis is the president’s assistant...right?)

(I was thinking of observing Ellis, but maybe I should try another day.)

Kate: “Thank you for making time for me. Good luck with your work.”

Ellis: “……”

Ellis was staring at me, thinking about something--.

Kate: “Um…?”

Ellis: “If you don’t mind, would you like to come with me?”

Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Next Chapter

[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 11 | First Day of School

Chapter Eleven | First Day of School

Parker wasn’t sure why he was so jittery. Well… he did, and yet he didn’t. There were a million things going on in his mind, and yet he couldn’t summon the right words.

His mom had done it. He was going to school.

Well… kind of.

He was in virtual school, which was the next best thing. Parker knew he couldn’t attend normal school because of his condition, but that didn’t matter. Now, he would get to see other kids and hear all sorts of new things from his teachers. There would be homework and reading assignments and, if he was lucky, he would make some friends.

Parker had on his best shirt and made sure everything was tucked in and that his hair was combed out thoroughly. He had been waiting for this moment all summer and he was not about to leave a bad impression or get off on the wrong foot.

Something in the little boy was making him shiver and shake with both excitement and nerves.

What if the other kids didn’t like him?

What if he wasn’t smart enough to keep up with the work?

What happened if he was too smart?

Would he be bullied?

Or would he be welcomed with open arms like any other kid?

Was his condition going to make the others uncomfortable?

What if they asked too many questions about why he got to stay at home and go to school virtually?

Parker took a breath to calm down his mind. It was something his mom taught him. To reinforce the calm he was trying to bring over himself, Parker remembered his conversation with his mom.

“Now, Parker, remember what I said about your condition?” Amanda had asked him earlier that day and every day for the past two weeks.

“It is a rare condition that the doctors are still figuring out. I’m just like you, just a bit fragile,” recited Parker at the drop of a hat.

“If there are other questions about how you’re fragile?” prompted Amanda.

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s basically what it sounds like. My body is delicate. I can break bones easier and stuff like that and being outside makes my body react poorly. It also means I grow differently, so I’m a bit small for my age,” explained Parker. At that moment, Dr. Melissa Hargrove’s words also rang in his ears about how Parker’s body was just like any other kid’s body, just a bit smaller.

For whatever reason, Parker wondered why Dr. Hargrove, his pediatrician, knew about his condition, but he couldn’t find a lot of information about it online.

It’s not like it mattered in the long run.

What mattered was that Parker was getting what he wanted – a chance to be a normal kid.

His entire setup was a bit unorthodox, but it was necessary. Parker had a webcam perched on top of a few wooden blocks so that he was front and center, just like some kind of CEO in a company. His mom had purchased a nice desk for him as well as some bookshelves for him to put his notebooks.

Not only had his mom purchased a nice desk and bookshelves for him, but she also made an expansion to his room so he could have a study space. Everything was set up nicely, making Parker feel like he was in an office room like his mom’s office. It made him feel very grown up.

A computer was nearby so Parker could watch the screen and feel like he was part of the class. If he had a question, he had a few buttons he could press to raise his hand virtually. If he was having some tech issues, his mom was permitted to assist. If he misbehaved, his special permission to be virtual could be revoked.

But Parker was determined to make sure he never lost these privileges.

He intended to be the best student that ever was at this school.

As he readjusted his camera and his desk with his paper and pencils arranged just so, his mom paced not so quietly nearby. Her footsteps sounded like small earthquakes to him. It made the table tremble rhythmically. His mom’s pacing was usually soothing. The miniscule child had fond memories of falling asleep to his mother’s pacing. This time, however, it was making him feel anxious.

It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s signature tongue click that he knew she wanted to say something. He suspected she had a few things on her mind, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.

“Parker, sweetie, do you need anything else before class starts?” she asked.

“No, momma. I have everything,” said Parker. Something about the apprehension in his mother’s eyes made Parker feel uncomfortable. There was a part of him that was afraid she would change her mind at any moment about him going to school, not that she had done anything like that in the past.

“You sure? You don’t want any water or a snack?” asked his mom. Parker shook his head and smiled up at her.

“I’m sure, but thank you,” said Parker. “Momma? Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ve got all my supplies and I’ll be fine. I promise.” He pushed himself away from his desk, glancing at the computer screen to make sure he was still on time, and walked over to the edge of the desk.

“I know, and I’m trying not to worry. I just want you to have a great first day.” His mom approached and knelt, her eyes lingering on his eyes. A child’s intuition and innocents are unparalleled, and now was one of those moments. Parker didn’t understand all of the emotions his mother was going through, but what he did know was that she needed reassurance. The moment felt right, so Parker reached out and rested his hand against his mother’s cheek.

“I’ll make you proud, momma.” His words immediately brought tears to his mom’s eyes, and it took everything in her willpower to not scoop him up and pull him away from the world. He was too sweet – too pure – to be exposed to the outside world.

If a mother’s worries were astronomical, Amanda’s were incomprehensible. The terror of Parker being revealed as a miniscule child that could fit in a human hand was almost crippling. The fear of him doubting himself or not succeeding in everything he deserved to succeed in made Amanda want to cry. The desire for Parker to be accepted and to make lasting friendships was stronger than adamantium.

She knew parenthood was going to be a challenge, especially with a small child like Parker, but she didn’t think emotions this intense would possess her.

Amanda wanted to say so much more, but the flicker of the computer screen revealing a classroom caught both her and Parker’s attention. He looked back at her and beamed, a smile spread from ear to ear, as he hurried back to his desk and pressed the “on” switch to his camera.

There he was on screen. The image flicked on and revealed the classroom on the big screen. It made Parker feel like he was watching a movie with his mom, except this one was interactive – real.

The camera picked up all of the sound of the buzzing classroom, which made Parker’s hair raise. It was an odd sensation, but something in the back of his mind begged him to flee and hide away from the camera. The other part of him that ended up winning out had him stay put on the camera and sit patiently as he waited for class to begin.

Where did that sensation come from?

Why was it always nagging him in the back of his mind?

Parker pushed it from his mind as he focused on the other kids in the classroom, absorbing every detail of the classroom. There were at least twenty other kids, all of them around Parker’s age, and they were walking around the room and talking to one another. Based on his position in the room, Parker suspected he was at the front of the room by the teacher’s desk since he couldn’t see it in the picture of the class on his screen.

The desks were arranged in groups of five, making Parker think that his area was set up at one of these five desks since he could only see four other desks around his screen but five desks at all of the other spots in the room. It made him wonder who he was going to be with and if they would get along. His palms felt sweaty and his insides flipped and churned nervously.

The clock at the front of the room was counting down to 9:00 a.m. Each second, Parker felt a fluttering nervousness swirling inside him. He spotted a few of the kids looking and pointing at the camera, many of them covering their mouths and leaning toward one another as they whispered.

It made Parker squirm uncomfortably. Were they talking about him? And, if so, why not just come over and talk? He recited the questions and answers in his head that he and his mother rehearsed, the anticipation of talking to someone new for the first time starting to make him antsy.

Still, he wanted to put his best foot forward. He smiled and waved at some of the nearby groups, but that only made the other kids look away.

The miniscule boy wondered why.

He was just like them, just not there in person.

Perhaps they just know one another from the other grades? Friends gravitate to one another from grade to grade. Maybe they’re just as scared as me?

Parker smiled again and waved as a group of three girls walked past his screen. All of them had this weird look on their face, like it was a mixture of confusion and disgust.

Were all girls like this? Parker wondered.  

It felt like a punch in the gut, but Parker was determined; at least, he started off determined.

When the bell rang and no one approached, Parker was feeling defeated. Could the other kids see him? Did he look like some kind of screen robot? Or was this just how things were going to be?

Oh well… I wanted to go to learn too… Parker thought. I guess making friends is harder than I…

“Hey, are you new here?”

Parker was pulled from his thoughts to see a massive face of a girl about his age leaning forward toward the camera. She had charcoal black eyes and black hair that was spun in tight, curly spirals. She had a little gap in between her front teeth, and it was clear she had lost a tooth recently at the bottom left of her jaw.

Again, that instinct to flee and hide welled up inside of him, but Parker choked it down as he fidgeted with his penicils.

“Um… uh… yeah. Hi! Sorry. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Parker. What’s your name?” asked the anxious ten year old. The girl leaned away and stared at the screen, her penetrating eyes making Parker feel like she was actually looking at him, before she looked directly into the camera.

“I’m Bailey. Bailey Johnson. Don’t you have a last name? Daddy always taught me to say your first and last name when you meet someone new,” said Bailey as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward on her desk.

“R-right,” stammered Parker, feeling like he was starting to flounder already. He wasn’t going to shy away from this though. He cleared his throat and straightened up. “I’m Parker Silverstein. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” beamed Bailey as she shimmied in her seat. “Um… why are you on a screen? It’s the first day. You sick or somethin’?”

Parker didn’t have a chance to answer, not that he was eager to do so. It was the first time he was going to put his question answering to the test, but it was cut short by someone striking a triangle that hung over the whiteboard.

“Alright, everyone sit down and get ready. We’ve got a lot to cover today and, if you were in my class last year, you know the drill,” said a tall man at the front of the class. He wore black rimmed glasses that reminded Parker of the ones Clark Kent would wear in the comics to disguise himself from being Superman. The man had sandy blond-brown hair, much like Parker’s hair, but he had pale blue eyes that reminded Parker of glacier ice that he had seen in his science books. The man looked young, but he held himself with the confidence of someone older than him. The man began to pace back and forth at the front of the room and continued to speak, which quieted the room.

“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mr. William Tamplin. You may call me Mr. Tamplin unless you’re my mother, which I don’t think any of you are, and I’m your homeroom teacher. I’m also you English instructor, math tutor, and I sometimes hold kickball tournaments for your grade range. I play the French horn and give piano lessons on weekends. Tracking?

“Good. Now, today is very simple despite all we have to do today. First and foremost, let’s get up from our chairs and give ourselves a little shake. First day jitters always keep me moving, and I can see some of you squirming in your seats already. So, let’s stand and shake.”

It was an unorthodox method to begin with, but a little more coaxing had the students standing and shimmying and shaking. Some of the kids started laughing, and even Parker stood and found himself laughing a bit at watching everyone get out their first day jitters.

Already, this was making him feel comfortable.

“Alright! Everyone back in your seats. We’re going to be doing a lot of these things throughout the day, so stay still until I ring this bell. As soon as you hear it, stand and get out those jitters. Okay?

“Good! Now, first and foremost we need to introduce ourselves. We’ll take turns, but let’s start small. Look at your classmates and shake everyone’s hand and introduce yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go!” instructed Mr. Tamplin.

Parker had to admit that his teacher had a special way of conducting the room, and soon he had the names of the other five kids at his table. There was Bailey, of course, but also Davis, Lyanna, and Billie.

All of them asked, almost in unison, why Parker was on a screen and not at the table. Lyanna seemed less interested like Davis, who was currently drawing on his desk, but Bailey and Billie seemed genuinely curious as to why Parker wasn’t there with them.

“Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I have a medical condition. It just makes me a bit fragile, so I have to have school at home,” replied Parker.

“Lucky,” mumbled Davis as he continued drawing on the desk.

“Davis, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s disrespectful,” scolded Bailey as she turned her charcoal eyes back to Parker.

“So, you’re sick a lot? That’s gross,” said Billie. “But you look fine to me. When I’m sick, I have snot, like, dripping down my face like the nasty monster. Like this. Blleehhh!” Billie proceeded to pretend snot was coming out of his face as he dragged his fingers down his nose.

“Ew! You’re disgusting,” Lyanna said as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re disgusting,” Billie shot back.

Parker was about to interrupt, but Mr. Tamplin rang the bell again and everyone stood and got out their jitters, something Parker was enjoying. It made him feel relaxed and connected to a class he could only see on a screen. It also distracted his table from the current argument they were about to engage in.

“Alright, now everyone needs to introduce themselves to the class, okay? One at a time so we can get to know your face. Just like I did, stand and tell us your name and a little something about yourself. It can be something you like doing. It can be your favorite television show or book. Ready? You have ten seconds and then the first student is whoever I point to. Go!”

One by one, the students stood up and introduced themselves, willing to participate in this game-like activity set forth by Mr. Tamplin. Parker was having a great time until, finally, he saw Mr. Tamplin’s eyes focus on him and his finger point directly at the screen.

“Okay. You. Who are you?” asked Mr. Tamplin. Parker suspected Mr. Tamplin already knew who he was, but it was part of the activity. Suddenly, Parker’s heart was in his throat and every thought was wiped from his mind.

Who was he?

What was his name?

What was he supposed to say?

Parker felt a mixture of nausea and excitement as he stood up from his at-home desk and cleared his throat. His heart was pounding a hole through his ribs. The edges of his vision seemed to blur and refocus.

Then, somehow, the words just came to him.

“Hello, my name is Parker Silverstein. My favorite book is The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I like inventing and making things,” said Parker. He took a breath of relief as he waited for Mr. Tamplin to instruct him to sit back down.

“Well, Parker, nice to meet you. Everyone say ‘Hi Parker’.”

“Hi Parker!” Everyone echoed back. It was the same thing everyone had done to one another the entire class.

“Now, Parker, would you like to explain why you’re on a screen? Or do you want to save that for another day?” asked Mr. Tamplin. The ten year old child felt a pit form inside him. It made him feel a bit awkward to be called out in front of everyone, but he kind of wanted to get it over with all at once.

Plus, Mr. Tamplin had given him an option of now or later.

“Um… I can tell them now. Um… so… I have a… um… medical condition. It’s a bit rare and it basically just makes me a bit fragile, so I have school at home,” explained Parker.

“Wonderful. Thank you for sharing Parker. Now, onto the next!”

Just like that, without any extra hassle, Parker had explained to over twenty other kids that he was just a little bit different, and no one had any other questions.

Though it was bound to happen, Parker was grateful that Mr. Tamplin didn’t open up the floor for discussion. He didn’t like all of that attention on him if he was being completely honest. It made his skin crawl and he felt like he needed to duck away and hide under the desk away from the camera.

At the same time, it was exhilarating. Parker had just made so many new friends, and some of them were right there at his table.

The day continued, for the most part, without incident. There were a few teachers that came into the room and had additional questions for Parker who emphasized to the class that he was going to get all of the same homework, additional lessons, and supplementary material like everyone else, but no one seemed interested in the particulars.

There was one teacher, Ms. Kendall Kain, who pulled Parker’s monitor to the side to ask, as she said, some “follow up questions.” Many of them were about specifics of his condition followed by a somewhat implying statement about Parker not looking sick. At some point, Parker called in his mom to answer some of Ms. Kain’s questions, which quieted Ms. Kain for the rest of the day.

Parker loved all of his teachers, except for Ms. Kain with her wrinkly brow and thick rimmed glasses held on by a gaudy beaded chain, and he was more than ready to tackle the literal stack of homework he was given.

After that incident with Ms. Kain, Parker’s mom peered in from time to time to give him a little thumbs-up, to which Parker always returned the gesture.

The rest of the day ran smoothly, ending once again with Mr. Tamplin.

Parker logged off from class and, with excitement, rushed out to his ladder to run to his mom to tell her all about the day he had at school. This was a promising start to his educational journey, and a tart to even greater things to come.

Parker was sure of it.

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[sickstag]

Hello, sir.

I've never really done this before (always been too nervous) but I think I've been developing a Daddy kink. It's confusing; I've never liked it much before, but suddenly it clicked? I think I need a strong, guiding hand to show me what being Daddy's boy is all about. Sincerely,

-An anxious mutt

Hiya, sweet thing. I’m glad you’ve decided to try it, asks are incredibly fun to utilise.

Being a daddies boy is all about good behaviour. Nobody wants to have to deal with a misbehaved little pup, right? You just have to respect authority, and I’m sure your little puppybrain can manage that.

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. Awwwwwwwwww! I’m so happy for Remy. I’m glad their happy. Anyway here’s an ask for Virgil because it’s been a while since I’ve spoke to him.)

Hello Virgil, how are you? Did you miss me? How’s your cat?

Glow Eyes

"And what's this little beauties name?"

"Uh it's just Bela. Nothing cool"

"I think Bela sounds marvelous"

You floated into Virgil's apartment and was immediately hit by the smell. There wasn't any stench of rotten food left. It almost looked clean for the first time in months. Except for cat toys being scattered here and there.

A man you didn't know was hunching down in front of the tiny cat. His hair was long and parted into braids, same as his beard. He leant forward and dangled one of his braids so Bela could jump up on her back paws and play with his hair. His smile shone like the sun illuminating laugh lines next to his eyes.

Virgil sat beside the man with his eyes staring wide and with a nervous smile. His hair had started to grow a bit making bits of purple dyed hair fall down in front of his eyes.

Even so he turned to look at you almost as soon as you got into the room. He didn't say anything. He just got up and grabbed you by the back of your ghost neck and carried you out into the kitchen as if you were a misbehaving cat.

You only got a word out before he whispered "Hi to you too! Not right now though! B! U! S! Y! Bye Ghost!!"

He put you in the microwave and put it on half temperature before leaving the kitchen. You spun around in the microwave for a while before realizing he wouldn't be letting you out any time soon and even though you could easily phase through solid matter you, as the well mannered ghost you are, decided to leave and come back tomorrow instead.

--

When you returned the next morning Virgil was watching a ghost hunting show while eating cereal. He'd filled up Bela's bowl right before so they could breakfast together.

Finally you got to say your message. He rolled his eyes when you asked if he'd missed you before chuckling a little.

"Guess I'm doing fine....Some of the regulars at the park I go to with Bela have started trying to talk to me which is really nerve wrecking and annoying....but also nice I guess....Uhm he- The guy you saw yesterday wasn't from the park. He was just like he was- Why Am I even explaining this to you!? I'm a grown man. I can do whatever the hell I want"

He grabbed a pillow and was about to throw it at you, even though he knew it would just go through you. Before lowering his arm again because he remembered that Bela would probably get startled if he threw anything and he didn't want to see her scared.

"Don't worry I'm not planning on dating like annnyyyy time soon. We both agreed it was just a one night thing. I've already deleted his number and all that. And honestly" He was fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie "I was really fucking anxious about just this. I really don't wanna hurt anyone again. I have never even considered dating again. Like...if it's not Remy I don't...I can't picture it in my mind. It just feels so wrong"

A loud gawking meow came from Bela as she climbed up on the sofa and started to jump to bite Virgil's finger. He patted her behind one of her big floofy ears before wagging his hand around to let her play.

She had gotten quite good at telling when her papa was feeling bad by now. She'd also gotten quite good at knowing that her papa would feel better again if she got his attention.

"Obviously I'm missing Remy like 24/7. Like so fucking much. But...I dunno how to explain...It's like...I'm not surprised that I'm still alive without them anymore y'know? It felt like if they were gone the sun would just stop rising and I would turn into fucking dust but it hasn't happened y'know?"

Bela started to gnaw at the sleeve of his hoodie. It already had a few holes because of her but Virgil didn't mind.

"I still can't imagine Not missing them but I could never imagine being with anyone but them either so" He pouted a little before sighing "Guess I have to hope for the future or whatever fucking shit balls fuck shit happens"

You felt a slight tug at your ghostly form as if someone was trying to summon you. It didn't feel like an emergency but you could smell the faint signs of something ratlike. It probably wouldn't be too bad if you wanted to stay with Virgil for a while but you could also go check it out.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

His Hope: A M Hero Academia FanFic Part 2

Aizawa ShotaxWifeOc

This took a lot longer than I wanted to but I hope you all understand I really want to take my time writing not rush into it. Here is part 2 and I'm working on part 3. Thank you the support and patience, amd please enjoy.

The front door swung open too the large apartment as Yadama Hizashi came calling out.

"Aaaaaaaaizaaaaaaawaaaaaa~! Wakie, wakie~!" He walks into too the room, his huge beaming smiling spreed acroos. "C'mon, Aizawa, raise 'n' shine~. It's a beautiful mornin'. The sun shinin' and the bird are chinin' some sick beats, yo." She walk into living, where Shota and Olivia standing there the arms around each other.

"... God, Yadama, why do have to be so loud?" asked Kayama Nemuri, coming right behind him, and looks into the living room and saw Shota and Olivia, standing there.

Shota face was bright red and looked beyond annoyed and embarrassed, while Olivia smiles, and gave an awkward small wave.

"U-Um... M-Morning, Hizashi and Nermuri..."

"Ooooh~." said Nermuri, crossing her arms, and grinning at them. "Are you two misbehaving~?"

"N-NO!!" Snapped Shota, hugging Olivia closely. "... ... I-I ... I… A-Anyway what the hell are you doing here?!”

“Well, Romeo.”Hizashi began. “you weren’t returning my texts. I thought you pulled an all nighter again wanted to check on you.” He then grins, and lowers his sunglasses and winked. “But I can you and Juliet were having a moment~.”

Olivia faces goes reddish and smiles bashfully and Shota didn't say a word, just lets go of her and walks to the bedroom.

“Sweetheart…? Where are going?” asked Olivia.

“Going to get dress.” said Shota, closing the door behind him.

Hizashi began laughing a bit. “You 2 have been together for years and he still gets super shy.”

“Heh. Yeah. Honestly I think it’s adorable.” said Olivia, looking at him. “Anyway I’m happy to see you both.”

"And we’re happy too see you! Now C’mere!” said Hizashi, pulling her into a tight hug. "Welcome home~. How was your missions?"

"Pretty good, long though." she said, hugging him back.

"I saw you on the news a few days ago." said Nemuri. "They did a big story on you and Hawks."

Olivia looks at her, a bit shocked. "Wait, really?"

"Well, yeah, Liv. You 2 stop a lot people from that hijack train. And there was few videos of you going around helping people, and you and  Endeavor took down that one villain who going around playground area a few days ago. said Nemuri. “You’ve all over the place. People can’t stop talking about you. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

Olivia shook her head, and said: "Not really. I have been running for the past month really haven’t been keeping up with news about me. “

Nemuri gives a sly smile. "I have good news for you, Liv. You are very popular.”

Olivia stood there eyes widen. "W-What...?! H-How!?"

"Jeez, you are haven't been keeping with what's been going at all." said Hizashi. "You're a single hit, yo! You’re off the charts! All the students at UA have been can’t stop talk about you. Even some old videos of you fighting alongside All Might are going viral.”

Olivia stood there looking at him, she felt her anxiety going into a bit of an overdrive. She had notices that she was getting a lot more well over the past few weeks, but she didn't realizes.

"O-Oh, w-wow. Um... Okay."

“Hm? What’s up?” asked Hizashi.

“I-I am … This is all a bit too much.” said Olivia.

“Well, Sweetie, being in the spotlight dose come with being a pro hero.” said Nemuri.

Olivia blinks and began feel a bit more nervous. Just then Shota come walking the bed room wearing his hero outfit. "Honey,"

She jumps and looks over at him. "It's 8:37. You should head to out now."

"U-Um... I-I... Do I have too?" Olivia asked.

Shota just looks at her, with a raised eye. "Yes." The he noticed the anxious expression her face.

"What the matter?"

"Um... W-Well, I-I'm kind of just... Um..." Olivia began.

"She's a bit scared that might be recognizes by the students do to her new fame." said Hizashi.

Olivia head snaps at him, and glared him. "Why!?"

"Because it's true." said Nemuri.

Shota then looks at her, then at Olivia who sighs. "Y-Yeah... I-It's true. I-I just realized that I’m very well known and I’m kinda popular and it weirds me, and I don’t want people to recognize me and—!”

"Liv, Liv." said Shota reaching out and placing his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay. I get it." Then he looks at Nemuri. "Midnight, could take Liv too Nezu's office?"

"You don't have ask, Aizawa." said Nemuri, with smile.

Olivia sighs with relief. "You are the best, Nemuri.

"Heheh~. I know." she said, with a smile.

Shota then looks Olivia. "I would escort myself, but I have class today."

"I know. But… I'll see later."

Shota smiles at her. "Yeah." He leans into too give her a goodbye kiss. As soon as he did that Nemuri whistles and Hizashi said loudly:

"That atta boy, Eraserhead! You Stallion you!! WOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHOOOOOO~!!!!"

The two ladies started laughing as Shota slowly looks over Hizashi, his eyes glowing head and his hair began rising slightly.

"Well, I should get going." Olivia leans up and gives Shota another kiss. "Try not to kill Mic while I'm gone, okay, Stallion~?" And she turns too walk away, Hizashi held his hand, and Olivia giving a high.

She and Nemuri walks away both snickering.

Shota stood blinking and shook his head. "W-We should get ready for work."

"Let's get going Romeohead."

"... ... Shut up."

The spring air was chilly has Olivia and Nemuri began making their too the school chatting.

"How were things while I was away?" asked Olivia.

"Calm. Nothing really happen. Thankfully." said Nemuri, sighing. "We don't need another incident like had the training facility."

"Yeah." Olivia agreed. "How are the 1-A kids doing? Are they okay?"

"Yep. They're driving your hubby crazy as usual~."

"Hahaha. That's good."

The two walk kept walking down the pathway they could see the sunlight reflecting off the glass windows of U.A high, that towering over the trees.

As they walked on Olivia began telling Nemuri what happen with Endeavor how the two got into a got into huge verbal fight, and how Olivia used her powers to throw ice cold water at the number 2 hero and stormed out.

Nemrui just looks at her, as Olivia groans and said: "And I packed all my belongings and just walk out his agency... And that is about it."

"Wow! What a jerk." said Nemuri.

"I know, and I know I could have handle better, Nemuri, what he said really got to me."

"What did he say to you?" asked Nemuri.

"About how he I was dealing pretty bad headache this morning, Evderand made a comment about how pathetic I am for a tiny ‘medical condition’ The said said something about All Might wasting his time with ‘sad  excuse for a hero’ and He just was just being a total ass.” Olivia lets out a sigh. “And, well... I-I looked at the water jug and throw at him, and too make a long story short I told he'll never be better than All Might. Called an narcissistic asshole and, um, I lifted."

"... Have you told Aizawa what Endeavorer said too you?"

"No way. I didn't tell Shota that part. I don't want my husband to get into a fight with jerk. Plus I did held it.

"... I could kick his ass for you, Liv." said Nemuri.

"Haha. Thanks, but like I said: I held it."

The two woman began giggling and reach the school, as they walked into the entrance, a lot students were already walking to the building, some of them were standing outside chatting with some fellow classmates and friend.

As the two ladies were by some the students notice Nemuri walking by and some greeted her, and waved.

She smiles sweetly waves began and winks.

"Hi, Miss. Midnight!"

"G-Good morning, Midnight!"

"Hi, Miss Midnight!"

"Good morning, everyone, hope you all have a wonderful day." said Nemuri, smiling fondly at the students, then looks Olivia. "C'mon, Principal Nezu should be in his office.”

As they did a few the students, saw Olivia walking next to Nemuri.

"I wonder who she is?" a young girl ask.

"I-I think I seen her on tv before." said a boy, trying remember where from. "Shoot! I know her from some where!"

"Maybe she a reported or something?" asked another boy.

"I don't think so. I think I may have seen on T.V."

"Oh! Oh, maybe she's model!" said a another girl, eyes beaming at Olivia.

As some of the students began take more noticed, Olivia kept closer to Nemuri, and kept her head down.

"You good?" asked Nemuri.

"Yeah, I'm okay." said Olivia. "I've been getting recognized a lot more these days. I don't mind meeting fans, but... I-I just find it so overwhelming to be in the spotlight, you know? I have no idea you handle it, Nemuri."

"Well, Sweetie, it's all about being confidence, beauty and grace." She with proud smile. "Which I think you have master perfectly."

Olivia blushed a bit, and smiled a little. "I-I... I mean... You think so?"

"Of course, Liv." Nemuri looking at her a beaming smile. "For the past few weeks the Fearless Valkyrie is one the trending heroes right now. For the past few weeks everyone has been talking about you."

"... ... R-Really?"

"Yeah. Everyone is still talking about how you and All Might. He’s been going on and how you 2 walked together a lot.”

“Oh, boy,” Olivia places a head over face. “I hope he doesn’t tell the embarrassment ones.” “Hmm. Maybe I should All Might myself.~” said Nemuri thoughtfully.

“Hell no!” snapped Olivia.

Nemuri began to giggling. “Relax. Anyway, you should be honored. Everyone thinks you’re amazing. Aizawa even been talking about how amazing you~.”

Olivia looks at her. "Oh, he did?" asked Olivia. "What did he say?"

“He says he’s very proud of you.” Nemuri beams. “He’s been showing a video of you helping some little kids get their ball from a tree and you playing with after. So cute~.”

Olivia’s face goes a bit and smiles to herself.

Nemuri just grins. "Anyway we should hurry along.”

The two ladies finally walked into the mine hall of the school, where some other fellow teachers were talking and greeting the students.

Snipe was standing, and saw the two ladies were walking by him he took off hat, and nodded to the both of them.

And both Nemuri and Olivia smiled and nodded back and walked past Ishiyama Ken was alway stood by and greeting the students, and then gave a small too small, and again the ladies smiled and waved back.

As they walk down the hallway, Olivia felt more calm as they walked into the sea of the students who haven't noticed her at all.

"Wow. So far no one hasn't found who I am yet. Thank goodness, just blend in and don't draw attention yourself."

As the two ladies kept on walking they were approaching small group of students who were stopped and were admiring the hero among heroes, the symbol of pease himself, All Might, he stood tall. Towering over them, with big beaming smile on his face.

"Good morning, young future heroes!" He greeted with proud. "I hope all you learn a lot today."

"Good morning, All Might!" shouted a few kids.

"All Might rocks!!" said few more.

"You're the best!!!"

All Might lets a heart laugh, looks around the large hallway, there he spotted Nemuri

"Well, well, good morning Miss. Midnight!"

Then he spots another very familiar woman next to her. "And I see the Fearless Valkyrie is here today as well!"

When he said that Olivia's eyes widen and stops dead.

"Oh, no. Nnononono!!!"

A handful of students, stopped looked at All Might has he began walking over to Olivia who was looking down at the floor.

"Good morning, Valkyrie, how are you on this wonderful morning?"

Olivia slowly looks at him, and gives a very sweet smile. "Great. JUST great."

She was looking at him, All Might could hear her face in his mind.

"Toshinori, what the hell?"

"I-I---! What!?" All Might looking a bit taken a back.

Olivia gives an annoyed expression, and places hand over face. "I didn't want to anyway to know I was going to be at UA today! Gaaaaaaaah, why did you have to open your big mouth!?"

All Might just looks at her, and frown a bit."I-I didn't know. Crap. I'm so sorry, Olivia!"

Before Olivia could do anything, and large handful of students gathered around her and All Might.

"Oh, my god! You are her!" said a young lady, with beaming smiling on her face. "You so different with your hero costume"

"I-I... Yeah, I guess." Olivia said, with a sheepish smile.

"Valkyrie, you were so cool helping Hawks saving all those people from that hijack train.” said a boy.

More children gather around Olivia all talking a t once. She smiles sweetly at all then. But she was starting get anxious.

“You’re a amazing!!” said another boy.

"You're so brave and cool." said another student, from the far back the small crowd.

"O-Oh. Oh, thank you, I-I... I was doing what any hero would to be honest." said Olivia.

The students were all talking at once. Olivia was getting more and more overwhelmed then Nemuri stood in front of her.

"Now, now. All of you behave yourselves. Valkyrie has very important meeting and all of you need to head to your classes."

Some the kids groan, and began making too the respectful homeroom classes, as they were walking by someone them the kids called to Olivia.

"You rule, Fearless Valkyrie! You and All Might are the greatest!"

"T-Thank you..." Olivia said, with smile.

"You're so pretty and badass!!" said a girl, and few friends shouted and cheered Olivia's hero name.

She just smiles and waves awkwardly, and once they most the children were go Olivia leans against the and took a deep breaths. Toshinori walks over and asked:

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah…” she said.

Nemuri rubs the back of her head. “So much going in unnoticed." She looks at Olivia. "Sorry, Olivia."

"I-It's okay. I-I think someone would noticed me anyway." she said.

"I-I should be the one who apologize here." said All Might, the frowns at Olivia. “Sorry, Valkyrie."

"I-It's fine, big guy. Don't worry about it." said Olivia. "Anyway, Nemuri, can take me to Principal Nezu's office?"

She nods. Olivia looks at all and gently pats him back, before fellowing Nemuri down the hallway.

After a walking down the 3 long ways and up 2 flights of stairs they finally reached the Nezu's office.

"Thanks, Nemuri." said Olivia.

"No problem. Still sorry about being noticed."

"Jeez, relax. Again no biggy. I'll see you later."

Nemuri nods and walks past her.

Olivia stood front of the door, then began knocking softly. Then a soft voice from the other side called.

"Come in."

Olivia reached for the knob and walked into the office.

"Hello, sir."

As she walked into the office. It was a large square space there was in the middle of the room was 2 large couches and small coffee table in the meddle. And in the back of the room was large wooden oak desk, sat a small white... badger bear mouse creature, looking from his paper.

"Ah, Mrs. Aizawa," He puts his pen down, and hops down from his chair. "You finally made it."

"Yes. I do apologize for running a bit late." said Olivia, walking over to the one the couches, and sitting down.

"That is quite alright." said Nezu, was he walking over, to the other couch began pulling himself up to it. "Would care from tea?"

"Yes, please."

Nezu picked the small pot and began poring into a small mug.

"I have been hearing about your great deeps over the last month while you gone helping another agencies tracking small gang members, and doing random acts of kindness and helping those who are in need. No matter how big and small."

"I have been doing what any hero or really anyone would do, sir." said Olivia, picking her mug of tea, and taking small.

"Indeed." said Nezu, taking a few sips himself. "However, you need learn work those you disagree with the most, my dear Valkyrie."

Olivia lowed her mug and looked at him. "... I-I... I guess you heard about what happen Endeavor’s agency?"

"Yes," said Nezu, taking another sip, and lowering his mug as well. "I do understand that Endeavor is rather difficult to work with and being his company wasn’t ideal for, Valkyrie, but you both are heroes, and there times where we cannot fight each other while injustice and villainy still about."

Olivia sat there, and lets out small sigh. "I-I'm... Not going to lie. I am not proud on how I did handle that." She place the mug onto the table. "Endeavor was yelling at some young lady because his tea was not hot enough. He... was yelling and insulting her. I stepped to try to defused the things, then he started with and … well, I snapped.”

"I see." said Nezu. "Again, I do commend you on standing up for that poor young lady. However how you did handle yourself wasn’t best."

"... I know." said Olivia. "But assure you, Nezu, I will be a lot more calm on handle myself. But... I have be honest with you I'm no the only hero who can't stand that guy."

"I understand." said Nezu, with smile. "Here, have cookies." He then pushes small plate of animal cookies to Olivia.

"Oh, no thank you. I had breakfast not that long ago."

"Well, good, then have full stomach while we disgust the importance of team in hero." Then Nezu began to speaking as Olivia sat there blinking.

"Oh, dear, he's going be at this for a bit." Then gives an amuse smile, and pick up her tea. "Well, good thing I ate breakfast before I came here."

After sometime Nezu and Olivia were going the a few things, well, mostly Nezu going over how important teamwork was and other things.

Nezu did ask Olivia about anything about League Of Villains.

"No, I haven't heard anything about them." she said, taking last sip of tea. "I did check back with that Nomu guy back the police station awhile back... And..."

Nezu looked at her, saw her face had darker and looked clearly disturb about.

"What is it, Valkyrie?"

Olivia cliched her fist and swallowed. "I was about to go the police station where Nomu was being held. It hadn't say anything or speak at since it was arrested."

(A Week ago)

Olivia was standing in front the window looking into a large dark gray room, with one light dimly lit. She was saw small metal table where there sat the Nomu that sitting there in both it's hands and feet cuff.

It was sitting there looking at the wall.

"So... They still won't talk at all?" asked Olivia, looking the chief police.

"That's right, woof." said Tsuragamae Kenji. "We've been holding them in temporary confinement for the past few months, and we tried everything to get them to talk, but they refused" Then he looks at Olivia. "If you read their mind and try to get anything on the League Of Villains, how they got into the U.S.J."

"Alright. I'll see what I can get." Olivia said.

Tsuragamae nods at her, and he looks at 3 other polices officers and the 5 slowly walked into the room.

As they walked in The Nomu didn't look up, and even move it's eyes at to notice them. Olivia just stares at them. This was really the first time she had taken a good look at it.

It was a lot larger than she thought, it's sink was black and muscular, it was wearing tight straight jacket. It's beak like mouth was grinning at her, showing it's razor like teeth, and it's brains was exposed, and it's two eyes looking right at her.

As soon as she saw those eyes, Olivia felt a overwhelming since dread in the pit of her chest.

It was looking into the dead eyes of a fish, which made her feel more dread. She Shook her head a bit and cleared her throat.

"I'm Valkyrie. I'm here on behalf the police chief Kenji to help with the on investigation with the League Of Villains." the Nomu.

It did not respond, just looks at her.

She took a few steps. "If you're not going speak then I'm going have read your mind. This is your last chance too come clean and tell us what you know."

Again the Nomu didn't say anything just stared lifelessly at everyone. Taking a few steps closer, Olivia raised her right hand place her on the Nomu's upper arm.

"Minder Reader..." She said, the eyes began to get cloudy.

Chief Kenji and the other 3 officers stood closely watching, after a few moments Olivia pulls her hand away quickly, and placed both hands on to her head, falling onto her knees.

“S-Sir, something’s wrong!” said one the officers.

Without thinking Chief Kenji rushes over the door opens it

"V-Valkyrie!" said Chief Kenji. “What happened!? He knelt down, place his paws on to her shoulders.

She looked up at him, blood oozing from her nose, the she began coughing some blood began dripping from her mouth.

Chief Kenji looked at the officers.

“SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR RIGHT NOW!!!”

Office’s grabbed a radio that was on their belt began explaining what was happen.

As this was going Olivia could only hearing muffled voice and high pitch ringing.

Her version was began blurring her and body felt cold and numb, than everything went black.

(The Present)

"... I before I knew it I woke up in the hospital wing of the prison…” said Olivia.

Nezu sat there looking at her, and places his mug of tea on the table. "What was that you saw?"

Olivia’s felt her body go numb again as she said "N-Nothing. There was literally nothing." She place a hand over her mouth. “I-I don’t know how to explain it…”

There was long pause and Nezu just looked at her. "That is very strange indeed."

He watched for a moment and saw that her face had was pale and she looked very disturbed about the whole situation.

“Are you alright, Valkyrie?” asked Nezu.

“N-No. I-I haven’t been able to shake off the feeling I when I was trying to read the Nomu’s mind…” She pauses, she could her chest tighten as she spoke again. “I could not feel anything. No thoughts, no emotions. No since of being at all.”

She placed a hand over head.

“It was like I was standing in a dark small room. With no way out. I-I could feel for a moment, but… I felt cold and trap… Like being in falling a black void…”

Nezu looked at her and asked “Have told anyone else about this?”

"Just Recovery Girl and You.”

"What about Aizawa?”

“N-No… I-I wasn’t plans on to ether.” Olivia said. “I-I didn’t want to worry about him and I want to forget what happened at Terminus all together.

Nazu nods and said: “I nderstand. And I do appreciate you telling me about this." Nezu then hops off the couch began walking over to her. "But I think you should tell your husband what happened at least.”

“I-I… I should but… I-I’m jus—.”

“Valkyrie,” Nezu placed a small paw over hand. “There is no shame for being frightened by all this.”

She looked him, and the small animal gave her kind smile. Which Olivia returned nods.

“… T-Thank you, Nezu.”

“Of course." said the little animal.. "And I do thank you for taking the time too see me on such short notice."

"Not a problem, principal." said Olivia, giving him a gentle smile. She stood up from the couch and was about to walk away, when Nezu raised his paw.

"Before you leave, Valkyrie, could do small favor?"

"Hm?" Olivia stops and looks at him. He was walking over to desk, and hopped onto the chair. "I have some paper that I'm a bit behind on, and I was wondering if you would be so kind has to take this folder too class 1-A?"

"Sure." Olivia then walks over, and takes the green paper folder, then remember. "Oh, wait... Is this the class that Shota is teaching this year?"

"Why yes it is. Why do you ask?" said Nezu.

"Well, by now the word has gone around that I'm here, and I don't want walk into my husbands classroom and cause a huge fuss." said Olivia.

"Hahahahah. Don't be silly, you still haven't meet his class, have you, Valkyrie?"

"N-No, not really. I just---."

"Then this the perfect opportunity~."

Nezu beams at her, and picks up his pen, and began doing some paper. "Would love to keep chatting, but I have a lot of work that I need to get done."

Olivia was about object, but sighs. "...Okay." She shrugged, takes the folder and began making her out the door, she said a her goodbye as she walked out the door.

"Class A-1..." She looks at the green folder, and smiles. "Finally get meet Shota's class."

She turns her heels and began down the hallway, and stops.

"... I just realize I have no idea why Class A-1 is..."

After a while and getting some directions from Hizashi through text, Olivia stood in front the door of Class A-1, she was about to walk in when she stops.

"I can't just walk in like that, Shota get annoyed at me for disturbing his class, or his nap. I should just knock." As was about to raise her hand when someone called out.

"HOLY CRAP!! SHE IS HERE!!"

"SEE!? I TOLD YOU!!!"

Olivia turns and saw few girls smiling at waving at her.

"SHE'S LOOKING AT US!!! VALKYRIE, HI!!! I LOVE YOU!!!"

"YOU'RE SO PRETTY!! WHAT'S BEAUTY SECRET!?"

Then another group of kids began showing, and Olivia gave small awkward wave, and said: "I-I'm so sorry...! B-But I got a very important meeting! B-Bye!!"

She then reach for the door knocked, opens and drove into the classroom, slamming it behind.

She leans against the door, and lets out sigh.

"Made it... Hopeful I stay here and not draw more attention to myself..."

She looks around the room, and saw that 20 young students were starring right at her.

[mass-convergence]

Yeah so it was a rough night. (Nothing super bad or triggering happened but putting it under the cut because I tend to ramble when I vent)

First of all … yesterday morning I played stardew until 11 am and didn’t think “I probably need to get up at 5 or 6 pm for my shift”

So I fucked up and I didn’t get enough sleep so I was already tired. Then well … the stuff Tumblr was collectively melting down over happened and while I appreciate and understand the chaotic energy exhibited by my dash, some discord servers I was on, and my family’s group text … that was a little too much energy for me when my meter was already not full.

So get to work a half hour early because there’s a few storms heading into our area. I’m like “yeah fuck it I’ll get a half hour of comp time out of this”. And I walk into chaos.

The evening shift is just grumpy and stressed and tense because well these storms are putting out 90-100mph winds and ope - one of them is trying to put down a tornado. And when you’re working the “hot seat” in these events it’s like … issuing warnings can become an exercise in chaos because storms really like proving you wrong and misbehaving.

So I’m already near zero on my meter and it gets drained quuuuickkkk.

Then we get a call.

And I have to take it.

And it’s this guy who’s rightfully concerned about the storm and I’m giving him benefit of the doubt that he didn’t do what he was about to do because I sound like a woman and so he thought I didn’t know anything … I’m hoping what happened was he was anxious about the storm and was wanting to take his anxiety out on literally anyone in earshot. I just happened to be the sad bastard who answered the phone.

I was on the phone with him for 5 minutes trying to give him the best information I had about the storm and he was fucking arguing with me the entire time.

“Yes it looks bad, we are getting a lot of reports of 90-100 mph winds with this. I would take shelter.”

[he starts rambling about how he lives in a trailer and those winds will definitely cause some issues as if it’s my fault the storms were doing this]

I’m just apologizing to this guy like “look this is bad, I’m so sorry, please just take shelter and hopefully it won’t be too bad where you’re at.”

“Is there any hail?!”

“Well we’re thinking maybe quarters…”

“Quarter sized hail being blown at 90mph is going to destroy my hay field!”

I don’t fucking sell flowers. I can’t tell people it’ll be okay. And it fucking sucks when you’ve got to convince someone that yeah, this is serious and I’m sorry about your trailer and your field but please for the love of god take shelter.

Then he starts talking about his weather station and how it’s reporting pressure rises, “well the storm’s gotta ingest the pressure right? The pressure is too high!”

So … when you have storms like we did last night which was basically a huge line of storms pushing out a wall of rain cooled air in front of it, the convergence of air in front of the storm can actually make the air pressure spike. So the pressure rising is actually not a good thing or at least it doesn’t mean that good weather is on the way.

So I had to convey to him that no, the air pressure does not mean that the storm is going to weaken.

And we go back and forth with me saying something and him telling me how that’s going to either ruin his trailer or his crops. Finally he hangs up on me and I have to immediately change gears to go help out with issuing the warnings.

We were dealing with those storms until like 2 or 3 am. The worst of it was out of our area by maybe 1 but stuff kept building in behind it and after seeing one of the airport stations reporting 60-70 mph gusts for the tenth time that night from a piddly ass rain shower I just checked out. I accepted that tonight I was going to be racking up a lot of missed events.

Also had gotten a call from someone else at around 1 am demanding to know what was going on with the storms and my brain had completely gone into ADHD burnout shutdown mode by then so I completely botched the handling of that call. I mean I did say it was going to be windy but then I guess I didn’t convey that there was no like hail or tornado threat because she snapped at me like “well?!”

Idk it was a mess.

The rest of my shift I was basically just in a fugue state where I wasn’t even sure if I was like real anymore. I hope I did everything I needed to do but at this point I’ve gone past caring. I know I did a shit job last night. I just need to eat something, maybe cry a little, have some ice cream at like 8 am, and then get some fucking sleep.

Hopefully we won’t get another storm like that tonight. (I think I speak for basically everyone in South Dakota when I say that because I know I wasn’t the only one who had a shitty night and at least I’ve got an undamaged house and electricity)

I am grumpy this morning.

[steveharringtonat3am]

Impact play with Steve!

kinktober masterlist!

pairing: steve harrington/fem!reader

word count: 689

warnings: being in a sex shop, punishment, some daddy kink (come on, have you seen him?), steve being a sweet dom

“So…remind me again why we’re here?” I stand nervously next to my boyfriend, as we stand in the aisles of a sex shop. He’s staring at paddles and I have a sick feeling I shouldn’t have made fun of him in front of all of his friends at Robin’s birthday party.

But come on, he made it too easy sometimes.

“Because clearly my hand is too easy on you. And you’re not ready to be belted yet. So paddle it is.” He picks one up, solid and bright pink. He smacks it against his hand and I instinctively jump at the noise. I don’t miss the way he smirks as he puts it back.

“Come on Steve, I-I don’t need a punishment! Making fun of you isn’t against the rules…” I pout, tugging at his yellow sweater to get him to look at me. He does, still smirking.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it means I need to put you in your place. So be quiet.” He gently kisses my cheek before turning back to the array of paddles. The nerves build inside me once more so I melt into my boyfriends side and pray he goes easy on me tonight.

“Excited?” Steve is grinning as I sit on the bed. He gets the paddle from the unmarked black bag, holding it up. It was black and shaped like a spade, with a heart cut out of the middle. The sight of it makes me squeeze my legs together. It’s an action that doesn’t go unnoticed as Steve makes his way over to me.

“Asked you a question, bunny.” His voice is low. I melt into the hand that cups my chin as I look up at him.

“Y-yes I’m excited. So excited daddy.” The title makes him smile even wider.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll ease you into it okay? Don’t wanna hurt my best girl too bad.” His soft side shines through for just a second as he helps me get undressed.

When I’m naked, he sits down on the bed and pats his lap. I already feel a bit less anxious. My favourite place in the world was Steve’s lap. Nothing bad could ever happen to me if I was in his lap.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers. His hand runs up and down my back, before dipping down to squeeze at the flesh of my ass. I squirm at a particularly hard squeeze and he smacks me lightly.

“Stay still. Would hate to have to tie you up.” But the way he chuckles after that makes me think he wouldn’t hate it all the much.

When Steve finally picks up the paddle, I tense. Logically, I know it won’t be that bad. He’ll ease me into it and I doubt we even hit double digits. As much as Steve liked punishments, he could never make them too bad, forever a softie at heart.

“How about you count for me, huh baby?” He coos and I smile, nodding against his leg.

Thwack!

“O-one.” I mumble. It hadn’t hurt nearly as much as I had expected but I definitely felt it.

“That feel alright?”

“Mhm! Can go harder if you like.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Steve chuckles, and I hear the paddle before I feel it.

Thwack!

“Ten!” I whine, trying to squirm away. He helps me into a sitting position on his lap and I melt into his chest.

“There you go baby. Was that too much?” Steve’s touch is so gentle and kind as he wipes my tears away.

“N-no Stevie it was okay. H-hurts more than your hand though.” I smile weakly to reassure him and he gently kisses my nose.

“That was the point baby. So…are you gonna misbehave again?” He gives me a pointed look but I can see the mirth in his eyes.

“No daddy. I’ll be good.”

A little white lie never hurt anybody, right?

hope you enjoyed!!

[matsunosan]

Hi can i request facesitting with Ran?

FACESITTING WITH RAN! - RAN HAITANI X READER

A/N: You have no idea what this man DOES TO ME OMG- I had so much fun with this. I hope you enjoy!! Leave more asks in the ask box loves!

Prompt: Facesitting with Ran!

Summary: You weren't exactly a fan of facesitting, anxious that you would hurt Ran in the process. However, after pushing his buttons, you don't have a choice.

WARNINGS: NSFW, facesitting, pet names, literally pure smut

Word Count: 1,140

Y/N = your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

          The steam from the bathroom slowly crept into your and Ran’s shared bedroom. Your aching body opened the heavy door after a long day at work, deciding to strip yourself of your work clothes and join Ran in his shower for a nice surprise. You quickly unbuttoned your shirt, tossing it to the ground and kicking off your shoes as you made your way to the master bathroom. As you entered, the heat of the steam hit your face. Finally. You desperately wanted to relax, to unwind the tensity of every sore muscle in your body. You took off the last bits of clothing and without a second thought, stepped into the shower. 

          Ran was busy rinsing the soap out of his hair to hear you step in the shower behind him. You took this moment to admire his toned frame. The way that every muscle would flex as he ran his hands through his hair made heat pool down into the depths of your core. You needed him. And you needed him now. Deciding to scare him a bit, you reached a hand out to give Ran’s ass a gentle squeeze as he finished rinsing the suds out of his locks. Ran’s eyes immediately shot open as he whipped around to see who the culprit was. “Jesus Y/N,” he chuckled, letting out a breath. “Don’t scare me like that baby.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him close. “I missed you,” you whispered against his skin. “So much.” Ran smiled, knowing that you probably had a rough day at work. He returned the embrace and you took the chance to squeeze at his ass again. “Princess,” Ran used the name to scold you. “If you keep misbehaving, I’ll have to punish you.” So, you squeezed his ass again. 

          Ran told you that your punishment would come after the shower, but it felt like it had already begun. His long fingers traveled swiftly across your body as he washed every inch of your skin delicately. He massaged the knots in your back and shoulders, spending extra time on the spots that made you wince in pain. “My poor baby,” he cooed, hands burning fire through the flesh. “Work’s got you so wound up.” You sighed in response, wishing that the moment would never end. But to your dismay, Ran turned off the shower head once you were clean and stepped out of the shower. He handed you a clean towel to dry yourself off, and as you stepped your way back into the bedroom, he grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked slyly, a mischievous grin on his face. “I was just going to grab something to wear,” you responded, tugging lightly at his grip. Ran tightened his hand around you, “Not so sure about that, doll.” You shot him a bratty look before being tugged into his arms. Ran’s chest was flush against your back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to make that pretty face of yours beg for mercy.” And he did. 

          Your legs shook nervously as your slick hovered over Ran’s mouth, his hands clasped around your thighs. Ran knew how you felt about facesitting. He fucking knew. You were embarrassed, afraid of losing strength and crushing his handsome face. He would bring it up every now and then, telling you it was a fantasy of his. Ran was desperate to have you sit on his fucking face, and you were always too scared to let it happen. Now, you didn’t have a choice. He told you it was your punishment for misbehaving and you knew what would happen if you disobeyed any further. So here you were, a rambling mess as Ran smiled underneath you, his head resting on a pillow on your shared bed. ‘“R-Ran,” you whined. “Please.” “Please?” he smiled. “Please what? Use your words Y/N.” You didn’t want to give in. You wanted to stand your ground, but you wanted to feel him inside you so fucking bad. “Please let me s-sit on your face,” you said barely above a whisper. You knew that wasn’t good enough. Why in the hell would you even try? Ran loved hearing your sweet words and delicious moans. “Oh my,” Ran’s fingers slowly started to leave your thighs, their support quickly fading. “I couldn’t quite-” “Please let me sit on your face Ran!” you cried. “Now we’re talking.” 

       Ran had never seen you so vocal before. When you begged  him to sit on his face so loudly, he laid there in shock for a moment, his mouth hanging open. He loved having you at his mercy, and his cock twitched violently at the sight. You kneeled there, folds nice and wet from the shower and your slick. Your hair clung to the sides of your face from sweat and each breath shook in anticipation. You were so fucking beautiful. Ran didn’t waste anymore time as his hands returned to your thighs and he harshly brought you down to his mouth. “Fuck Ran,” you sobbed. He gave you no pity, his tongue working its way around your bud like a starved animal. Immediately, your face went numb and you began to lose control over your legs. Ran took note, not stopping his actions as he helped hold you above his head. “R-Ran,” you whined. “It’s too much!” Your shaky hands reached down over his own, holding him in place. As if your words were encouraging, he shifted his grip to replace his tongue with his thumb and his wet muscle switched to dive into your sticky hole. 

          Your breath became labored, the knot in your core tightening at a terrifying pace while Ran ate you out. The room around you spun, vision going blurry from pure pleasure. This man knew how to drive you absolutely insane. You’ve never come undone so fast. One moment Ran has you quivering in his hold, and then you’re screaming his name while your juices coat Ran’s chin. He licked up everything you gave him, not daring to waste a drop. “Look at you princess,” he smiled up at you, panting while he caught his breath. “So fucking gorgeous.” “That was amazing Ran,” you wheezed. “We should have done that sooner.” “I know love,” he replied, helping you down from your perch above his face. “You have no idea how fucking addicting your pussy is.” You blushed heavily at his words, as if you weren’t just getting the life sucked out of you moments before. Ran looked like he was in heaven, his hands at your waist while you sat there on his chest. “I hope you’ve got another round in you, doll,” Ran grinned from ear to ear. 

Shit.

You were really in for it tonight.

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I see you are taking Bruno x reader requests... 👀 may I request a Bruno x reader where the reader takes care of Bruno's rats? Idk I thought it'd be cute

Bruno Madrigal x Reader

warning(s): mention of rats (in case those freak you out, but i find them cute ^w^), slight spoilers for Encanto

(Y/n) had known Bruno for a little while, having met him a little after he came out of hiding within the walls of the house. After accidentally bumping into Bruno while shopping, they became friends and eventually fell in love. Bruno kept the rats a secret at first, worried that they would scare (Y/n) off, but (Y/n) loved them just as much as they loved Bruno. They noticed that they were still a bit scruffy and seemed a bit skinnier than they should be, and decided to take care of their needs. Bruno loved his rats, and always did his best to care for them, but his own anxiety could make it difficult to go out and get things for them.

(Y/n) went out to shop for Bruno’s rats when he was busy helping Mirabel with a craft project, a weekly activity they did together to make up for lost time. They bought food, a very rat-friendly cage, water bottle, and some ingredients to make a homemade ‘shampoo’ for the rats. They had researched what was safe and what wasn’t, making sure that they did not harm Bruno’s rats.

For the rest of the day, (Y/n) spent their time caring for Bruno’s rats carefully and lovingly, cleaning them and showing them their comfortable cage, but made sure that they knew they were allowed out of the cage too. Bruno returned from Mirabel’s room, about to greet his significant other when he paused, seeing (Y/n) currently bathing one of his rats.

“(Y/n), are you..taking care of my rats?” Bruno asked, his voice hesitant as usual, making (Y/n) nod with a gentle smile on their face.

“You didn’t have to do that, oh no, are they misbehaving? I told them not to, I’m so sorr-” Bruno was cut off by (Y/n) pressing their lips to his, making him melt as he closed his eyes, pulling (Y/n) close.

“It’s okay, Bruno. You know that I love your rats, and I wanted to surprise you, honey.” (Y/n) reassured him, making him relax as he smiled, pressing kisses to their hands and telling them how grateful he was for them.

(Y/n) smiled, and while the two doted on each other like usual, the rats squeaked amongst themselves, while one rat wondered if they would ever finish having their bath.

~fin~

author’s note: writing for anxious rat boy is strangely therapeutic..so im happy to have gotten requests for him already! im also glad im not the only one in love with Bruno <3 as always, requests for Bruno and other characters i write for (Credence Barebone, Loki, Slashers, etc.) are open! I love all of your requests that i get, and love having something to do during break. have a lovely day/evening!

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Hii

I just had to say that I adore what you wrote for ekko! Do you have any other headcanons for him?

Yeeee tysm im so glad you liked it (I’m particularly fond of that one myself also I probably shouldn’t admit how hot and bothered I got while writing it LOLAJWHWH🫥) Anyway yeah here’s some more Ekko hcs 💚

Ekko Headcanons

Romantic hcs

Such a F L I R T T T

Know exactly how to make you all hot and bothered. And does it so effortlessly it’s honestly not fair 🙄🤚 he could wink, or use his intense gaze, or smirk it’ll just make you- 🫠

Now he also gets flustered pretty easy, but he’s at better at hiding it

Loves sneaking up on you and giving hugs from behind :3

Ekko’s a booty man what can I say?🍑 loves to smack, pinch, or straight up grab your bum (especially if he catches you off guard)

His favorite cuddling position is with you sitting on his lap. It makes him feel safe and secure to have you in his arms. (Will also playfully sit on your lap and tease when you complain about his weight.)

“Ekko get off! You’re too heavy!” You protest around your giggles

“What?! Are you calling me fat? >:0”

Let him nap on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat helps him feel relaxed and grounded.

Loves it when you run your hand through his dreads - it’s so relaxing~

Takes his sweet time pressing kisses all over your face. He wants you to know how much he adores you 💚

Cups your face while he kisses you. The feeling of his roughed and calloused hands against your skin reminds you that he’ll always protect you.

Other than your lips ofc, his favorite place to kiss you is the side and front of your neck.

Will not hesitate to throw you over his shoulder if your misbehaving >:3

ok now for some more general hcs

He loves working out (especially early in the morning). Helps him feel ready to face the day

Is SUPER ticklish, but DESPISES being tickled

Bobs his leg up and down when he’s anxious

Enjoys listening to music while tinkering with his hover board and other projects. Sometimes sings to himself when he thinks no one is around and he’s actually really good.

Can’t you just picture him singing Sunflower to himself? Cuz i sure can! Homeboy literally sitting at his desk like

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Entrapment

Chapter Ten: Close To Home

Mentions of: Paranoia, Anxiety, Stress, Discussions of Sexual Harassment and Misogyny, etc.

A/N: Kinda rushed bcs I was on vacation writing this but here you go

Tags: @moonshineinasippycup @darthwhorecrux @autisticpickle @mama-miya @dead-bxxxtch-walking @froegis

With a sigh, you drop your purse on the floor, pushing past the boxes and collapsing onto your couch. It’s been a long week, and you’re exhausted. Thankfully, Lucia let you take off today so you could take a break and get some rest.

You ran your hands over your face, groaning to yourself. It seems like every week things get busier and busier at the Roseville Gazette, considering how the murders have started to stack up, with more and more, some even within the same week.

While this whole Ghostface thing has been giving the Gazette a lot of business, you just want it to be over with. Not only is it stressing you out with work, but it’s making you slightly scared, too.

Suddenly, the phone rang, making you jump and groan to yourself. You take a moment to decide if you should pick up while the ringing drones on in your ears, and you decide out of curiosity and boredom, to see who it is.

So you reluctantly got up to your feet and pulled the phone off the hook, answering the call. “Hello?”

You couldn’t hear anything on the other end, nothing besides some static and voices, before it finally cleared up. “______? Is that you?”

“Oh my god, Mom?” You couldn’t help the relief and happiness that rushed through you. God, you missed her. “Hi baby, how are you? How’s Roseville?”

“I’m good, it’s alright. Things are a little chaotic around here.” You could hear your brothers and sisters’ voices in the background, talking, arguing, fighting, and doing who knows what.

A part of you couldn’t help but miss how crazy it was at home. It’s too quiet here at night, and it makes you anxious, and hard for you to sleep.

“I heard about that Ghostface murderer. That’s crazy! You’re staying safe right? Doing what I always told you? Double-checking your locks, being aware of your surroundings, looking over your should-”

“Yes, yes, it’s fine. Don’t worry, I’m safe.” You reassured her, and she let out a small sigh of relief. “Good.”

“So, how are things at home?” You asked, wanting to change the topic to something much less dark. You hear about this Ghostface shit all the time at work, you want to hear about something else for once.

“Not much...just your brothers misbehaving like usual. But that’s not important. I want to hear about you!!” Your mother told you.

“Okay, okay. Well, I’m working at The Roseville Gazette now, and there are a few things going on.” You began, and your mom was getting impatient.

“Get into detail already!! How’s the writing and journaling going? Is it everything you dreamed of?” She questioned. “Uhm, well, I’m not writing yet, I’m starting as a secretary.”

“That’s okay, you have plenty of time. How’s the work?” She asked you.

You bit your lip, fiddling with your phone, trying to figure out the best thing to say. “It’s mixed, I guess. I made some friends and my bosses are..something else.”

“Oh boy, go on. Tell me about them.”

“Well, my main boss is this misogynistic old asshole who hits on me all the time. Like this guy is such a big creep and skeeve, and his breath reeks with coffee breath and he’s just…ugh.” You rambled, happy that you could vent about your troubles to someone.

“There’s also this other one who’s really uptight and particular about everything. Her coffee, how she wants her paperwork handed in, etc. I swear, if you checked her ass you would find a stick wedged up there.” You remarked, hearing your mother laugh on the other line.

“Jesus, and you’re sure you still want to work there?” She asked, and you knew she was going to say that. “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, I still have my friends, and this could be my only chance.”

“Well, why don’t we focus on the positives? Tell me about your friends.” She offered.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to figure out how to phrase your reply and describe your friends in a kind and professional manner.

“Rachel’s nice, funny, and strong. She’s a great person, real honest, a little too honest at times. There’s also Jed. He’s charming and very friendly. He’s really smart and he’s in charge of the Ghostface articles.”

“Ooh, Jed, huh? Is he cute?” Your mom teased, making you groan in embarrassment. You knew she was going to do that.

“Mom, stop. You know that’s inappropriate. We’re coworkers and we get along well, that’s all. I can’t focus on relationship stuff right now anyways. I have much more important things on my mind.” You repeated the same thing you told yourself every time you felt your mind wander off to him.

“Okay, okay.” She murmured, dropping the topic. Suddenly, you heard a sudden crash in the background, making your mother exclaim. “Johnny! Luke! Leave your sister alone. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckle, and then you hear the voices in the background grow louder and louder.

“Is that ______? I wanna talk to her.” You heard your sister say. You couldn’t help but smile at her words.

“Okay, okay, one at a time.” The phone shifts and you hear as your mom gives it to your brother.

The conversation continues with you talking to your siblings and seeing how they’re doing. They all missed you dearly, which isn't surprising. You had taken care of them, after all.

Your mother was always busy with work, so you would have to be the one to take care of them. Walk them to school, help them with their homework, all of that. In a way, it felt like you raised them yourself.

So you listened to their stories and how they were doing in school until it got late and you had to get to bed. “Alright, I gotta go. Goodnight guys.”

Listening to your siblings say goodnight, you say bye to them and your mother one last time, hanging up with a sigh. It was nice hearing them again, and you missed them a lot.

Walking over to the kitchen, you grabbed some food, preparing to make yourself dinner, when you got another phone call. You grinned to yourself, picking up. “Miss me already?”

There was silence on the other end. For a second, you thought the call was still connecting, but it remained silent, nothing but white noise and breathing on the other end.

“Hello?” No response. Just the sound of soft breathing. You hung up.

Trying to shake off your paranoia and anxiety, you turned back to the kitchen and started making dinner. You wanted to pretend like it was nothing. Because it was nothing, probably just a prank call or something. You needed to calm down.

You’re fine. Everything’s going to be fine.

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Hello! I heard that you were in need of Hamilton children asks, and so here I am to deliver /lh

To be quite frank, my ask is moreso a series of questions that bundle up into one, so I’ll make it quick!

I’ve heard A. Hamilton be described as the early American equivalent of a ‘helicopter parent’, would you say this is accurate or not? If not, then how would you describe him as a parent? My other questions are:

I know that you’ve mentioned instances of Hamilton practically having a breakdown whenever Philip got sick or hurt, but are there any other instances that have not been mentioned, whether with Philip or with the other children (outside of Angelica, of course)?

Finally, would you say that this heavily involved parental behavior is due to Hamilton’s rather frequently distressing childhood, where he was given no support? Would you say that A. Ham’s parenting techniques stemmed from his fear of his children having an equally horrendous upbringing?

Anyways, I’m sorry for the ramble, I tend to get excited with things I’m interested about! Thank you for reading (or scrolling by, either way)!

How I would describe Hamilton's parenting is; for the most part, Hamilton was a very affectionate and doting father, despite not always being around at home with the kids, he always talked about them with praise, and wrote to Elizabeth asking for constant updates on their well-beings. It was the standard in the 18th century for the man of the house to often be out for work, while the mother remained home with the children. But despite such, Hamilton still engaged with his children in activities, doted on them, and played a very active role in their education. Another mundanity for the 18th century, was that the traditional fatherly parenting of the day; was to provide the money for their children's schooling, housing, wear, and other necessities, but not much else. Father's were rarely there for any raising of the children, as it was usually seen as a mother's job (Or nanny depending how wealthy you were). But Hamilton loved and cared for his children more dearly.

As for the “helicopter parent”; I don't know if it's just because of how active Hamilton was as a father, or if this would genuinely be considered overprotective, but Hamilton did have a tendency to hang over his children's shoulders. Hamilton stayed on top of all his kid's schooling, from becoming Philip's mentor for his law study and writing him a schooling schedule, he also frequently sent letters to Philip while he was in college, and to him and Alexander Jr. during their time at boarding school in Trenton, also Angelica's French lessons, and James' speeches.

This could be at the fault of Philip's infamous rebellious behavior that caused Hamilton to worry about leaving the boy to his own devices, but Hamilton also seemed anxious while Philip would take trips away from home. In the August of 1800, Philip would take a trip through Rhode Island, and Hamilton interestingly notified his friend there, Jeremiah Olney, of his son's visitation on the 12th, and asks him to keep an eye on Philip and that he wasn't permitted to stay away from home for too long;

“As my eldest son Philip, who lately graduated, will pass through Providence on his way to Boston, I give him this line barely to introduce him to you; since the time I have prescribed for his return will not permit the stay of more than a day at Providence.”

(source)

Yet despite for all his overbearing protection and strictness, Hamilton was very relaxed when it came to discipline, and barely showed any signs of genuine anger when his children misbehaved. For example, Philip was probably the most defiant out of his siblings, yet probably because he was let off the hook so easily. As Hamilton writes with nothing but just fond disappointment when Philip would be the cause of some other unknown misbehavior, as he writes to Elizabeth on the 25th of October, 1801;

“I am anxious to hear from Philip. Naughty young man.”

(source)

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Yes, Philip's case was just one in a million (It usually stands out the most because he was dying), but Hamilton had many moments of panicking over the children's health. Especially since he was usually away from home, he would continuously worriedly write to Elizabeth demanding to hear whatever new detail he could get of his children's ailment. Despite his distance, Hamilton tried the best he could to tend to the children from afar, and would usually give Elizabeth highly detailed instructions of how to care to the sickly children.

For the first example, James Alexander Hamilton, their fourth child and third son, would fall ill in the August of 1791, at age four. And Hamilton wrote to Elizabeth on the 2nd of his boy's condition with worry;

“I thank you my beloved Betsey for your letter announcing your safe arrival; but my satisfaction at learning this has been greatly alloyed by the intelligence you give me of the indisposition of my darling James. Heaven protect and preserve him! I am sure you will lose no time in advising me of any alteration which may happen. I trust he will not be in danger.

Remember the flannel next his skin, and If he should not be better when this reaches, try the bark-waiscoat. Remember also the benefit he received from Barley water with a dash of brandy. Be very attentive to his diet. Indulge him with nothing that will injure him. Not much fruit of any kind. Be sure that he drinks no water which has not been first boiled in some iron vessel. I hope he will have had some rhubarb or antimonial wine. Paregoric at night in moderation will do him good & a little bark will not do him harm.

Take good care of my Lamb; but I need not recommend. It is among my consolations that he has Doctor Stringer with him.”

(source)

And again on the 9th;

“Since you left me I have received but one letter from you, which informed me of the indisposition of My Dear James and left me in no small anxiety on his account. I hope on my return to Philadelphia I shall find a letter from you & Heaven Grant that it may assure me of your being all well!”

(source)

Not to mention, John Church Hamilton, their fifth child and fourth son, was a rather sickly child. During the whiskey rebellion, in the July of 1794, two year old John would fall ill as well, while his parent's struggled to keep his siblings away from getting ill too. Hamilton wrote to Elizabeth on the 31st;

“I arrived here, My beloved Eliza, yesterday, too late to write by the Post—but am happy to be able to inform you that the precious little ones we left behind are well. As there is a vacation at this time, I propose sending the two youngest to Mrs. Morris’s who has requested it, or to Mrs. Bradford’s—I have not intirely determined which.

I shall expect with infinite anxiety a letter from you & heaven Grant that it may bring me good tidings of the health of yourself & the dear Children with you. Alas my beloved Johnny—what shall I hear of you! This question makes my heart sink. Adieu”

(source)

Eventually on the 11th, Hamilton even requested to resign from his post in the defense so he could return home and tend to John. As he wrote to George Washington;

“The Secretary of the Treasury presents his respects to the President. The state of health of his little boy & the situation of Mrs Hamilton in consequence of it, oblige him to request the President to excuse him from attending the interview with the Indians today & also to ask the President’s permission to make an excursion into the country for a few days to try the effect of exercise & change of air upon the Child.”

(source)

Eventually, on the 2nd of August, John showed signs of betterment in his health after being put on a particular diet by his father;

“I have had the happiness to receive one letter from my beloved Eliza and I need not tell her how much consolation was given to me by whatever was flattering in the situation of my darling Johnny nor how much alarm I felt at the unfavourable change which happened on the day she wrote. Alas my Charmer great are my fears—poignant my distress. I feel every day more & more how dear this Child is to me & I cease not to pray heaven for his recovery. I hope the plan of exercise has been continued & that in the attention to Diet he has not been refused a moderate portion of pork if he continued anxious for it. But a course has now been tried & Experience & the Physician must direct.

Our dear Children here continue well & the City is unusually healthy but it begins to be very hot & I intend this week to send them into the Country. Yet they seem very unwilling to go from me & it is a great satisfaction to have them with me.”

(source)

And alas, the last letter from Hamilton written of John's illness was on the 12th, though in a fearful tone, needless to say, John did eventually get better;

“Your letters, my beloved Eliza, have been regularly received & I thank you much for your punctuality fatigued as you are with our precious infant. Would to heaven I were with you but alas ’tis impossible. My fervent prayers are not wanting that God will support you & rescue our loved Child.

I believe the course you are pursuing is as good a one as can be pursued—though I am somewhat afraid of the relaxing effect of the laudanum. I think well of the lime water but I count most on exercise and nourishment. Your letter of the 7th alarms me, in which you say he does not gain strength & that he was not so well as he had been. Yet I hope something from the favourable change of the weather.

You wish to hasten your return to me. Alas My Betsey how much I wish you with me. But I really hope more from the climate you are in than from this. Besides how could you without assistance make such a journey with our dear lamb without exposing him & yourself too much. I pray heaven that he may grow better & that you may be so far relieved as to benefit by your native air. My anxiety on your account is little less than for our dear Child.

Receive my most tender and affectionate wishes for you both. They are all I can now offer—Hard hard situation.

A Hamilton

I can advise you nothing better than to pursue the Doctor’s advice.”

(source)

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It's hard to say how much or how less Hamilton's traumatic childhood effected him throughout his life, as mental health was a very hushered topic, and in many cases was presumed to be insanity. But after doing so much research and delving into Hamilton's parenting and life with his kids; it is my belief, yes, it very much did. My theorizing is usually always drawn from one's behavior and conduct, especially when it could not be written about. So, watching the ways Hamilton parented, and what he particular paid attention to is very telling information. Now some things I have mentioned throughout this ask was him being a very affectionate father, his special attention to his children's studies, and their health. All of these Hamilton did not have a great experience with in his childhood.

Hamilton had an absent father in his own childhood, who he barely knew. And despite sending funds to him in hopes of appeasing him and gaining his approval and pride, James Hamilton never reunited with his son's. This clearly would effect Hamilton in the long-run, (Giving him those Daddy Issues™) as he often struggled with handling relationships with father figures in his life. Could this be the motive behind why Hamilton was such an affectionate father and spent — what was considered at the time — extensive time with his children? It's very well possible! There is more to believe as to why Hamilton intentionally parented the way he did due to his own childhood as I go on though.

Hamilton suffered from illnesses throughout his life, and had a very poor immune system (Which his kids probably inherited). But besides all that, Hamilton probably had a lot of trauma with ailment due to his mother dying besides him in bed on the 19th of February, 1768, when she and him would contract yellow fever so badly they were both close to death. Perhaps this horrid memory stuck with him, and that's why he was worried sick When Philip contracted a near-fatal illness in 1797, Hamilton administered every dose of medicine. Or just with all the other examples of his children's health that I mentioned above.

And last not least, education. Hamilton had high expectations for all of his children and their schooling, and was at times, quite hard on them about their studies. From John Church's writing lessons at the young age of six, to Philip's schedule that planned out every day of his for the next few months, and so on. Hamilton didn't necessarily have a traumatic experience with education, but from his poor social status and living residence on the island, AH had to work hard for his proper education. As there wasn't any colleges, let alone high-class ones, on the island. So Hamilton had to work his way up the social ladder to try and make it to the colonies to get a good education from such a esteemed college like King's (Or now Columbia). Thus Hamilton was probably hard on his children because he knew the importance of getting a good education, and what you could end up with if you didn't get one. Despite the clear sense being that Hamilton's children came from a more place of privilege than he did during their youths, but insisted because of how he had made it in the world.

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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 1

From the imagine on imagine-Loki here.

Summary: Rosie got a job working at The Avengers tower with her cousin, Pepper. She’s only been there a week when Loki comes live there, to make up for his past deeds in New York. But this brings a lot of problems for Rosie.

Loki was her Daddy Dom. Who vanished one day without a word, leaving her completely broken and lost.

Note: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold. I’m not sure how long this story will be, I’m thinking no more than 5 chapters though. But I saw the imagine and omg I love it, had to do something with it. Haven’t written anymore of it yet but just HAD to share the first chapter so far, oops! lol. 

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Rosie had been working and living in the Avengers tower for a week now, it was going really well. And it was helping to keep her mind occupied, getting her back on her feet after such a rough year.

She was a PA for Stark, and the other Avengers if they needed anything too. It was helping her cousin, Pepper out a lot. As Stark was very demanding nowadays and the others were becoming that way too.

It was also good for Rosie. She’d had a really tough year. She met someone a few years ago in a BDSM club, it had been her first time there after spending months building up the courage to go. She was a little, and had been wanting to find someone that she could feel safe with to explore that side of her.

She met a man, who was charming and handsome. Kind, funny. They fell in love, or so she thought anyway. He was the perfect Daddy Dom for her, teaching her everything and looking after her. She adored and loved him so much. Which is why when one day he just vanished, it was all the harder for her.

He just never returned after saying he had to go home to visit his family, who lived in Iceland apparently. But he did that regularly and always returned to her. But not that time. To say she was heartbroken when there was not even a call or a text from him explaining why was an understatement.

His name was Loki. And it became clear what happened a few months later after his disappearance, she saw him on the news. Loki, the God Of Mischief, was trying to take over the world. She couldn’t believe it and thought she was dreaming when she realised it had was her Loki. He looked different in the heavy armour, he looked scary.

But she thought no wonder he left her, he was a God and a Prince after all. What would he have wanted with her in the first place anyway?

She had tried a couple of times to date someone else, but never made it past the first date. As they just… weren’t him. No matter how often she tried to just forget about him. It was difficult.

She’d fallen into a downward spiral, not even able to go to work. So she had lost her job and was on benefits for a while. She became really anxious and nervous.

But here, in the tower, she was trying to turn herself around again. It had been one man, even if he had been her first true love, in her heart anyway. She knew she would heal, in time. Even if it had been over a year.

Rosie had been so engrossed in sorting out some paperwork for Tony that she never noticed the newcomer coming into the kitchen. She barely even registered Thor introducing her to him. ‘This is Rosie, our PA, she’s new here.’

Not until she heard an all too familiar voice responding that sent shivers down her spine and sent her heart racing.

‘Rosie… My sweet Rose?’

There was only one person who had ever called her that.

Slowly she looked up, eyes widening, standing before her was Loki.

‘Oh my sweet Rose, you’ve done Daddy so proud.’ Loki purred gently as he cradled her in his lap.

She felt so safe and secure, curled up against him as he wrapped a blanket around her naked body. Knowing how cold she always got after they’d played together quite so intensely.

Loki rocked her back and fore softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. She was trembling a bit after her orgasms, Loki had pushed her almost past her limit, but he knew. He always knew when to stop at the right time.

He was an intense Daddy, and could be really strict at times. But he was fair and ever so kind. He had his goofy moments and was extremely playful too, which she loved. He was never angry with her, always calm and collected. Even when she misbehaved, not that that happened often.

She clung to his shirt so tightly, never wanting to let go. Loki had to carefully remove her hand from his shirt just so he could change them into a different position, getting them both under the blanket so he could have her snuggled up next to him. He knew she would fall asleep soon.

‘Daddy.’ She whispered quietly, sounding so vulnerable.

‘Yes, my little one?’ Loki asked, engulfing her small hand in his large one.

‘Can you sing to me?’

Loki smiled. ‘Of course, my sweetling.’

He began singing to her in Asgardian, but he had told her before it was Icelandic. She had no reason not to believe him, especially since he told her he’d grown up there with his parents.

But he had a beautiful voice, she always loved to hear him sing.

She felt so loved as he she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. She faintly remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead just before she fell asleep.

Thor was confused at their interaction, especially as Rosie said nothing at first. Just stared at Loki in utter disbelief.

‘No…’ She shook her head and took a step backwards. ‘You… You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ She said quietly, her voice trembling as tears came to her eyes.

‘Rosie? What’s wrong, did he hurt you?’ Clint asked upon seeing the reaction.

Rosie grabbed the pile of paperwork off the table beside her and she ran off out of the kitchen, with tears falling down her face.

Clint turned to Loki. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do.’ He snapped at him.

‘I have nothing to explain to you, Hawk.’ Loki snarled.

Natasha and Pepper saw Rosie running out of the kitchen in floods of tears, they ran after her into her room. Natasha managed to grab the door before it closed on them.

‘Rosie? Rosie, what’s wrong?’ They both asked as they rushed in to her.

Rosie threw the papers on her bed and she started pacing back and fore, shaking and crying with her arms wrapped around herself. Pepper grabbed her and pulled her down to sit on the bed.

‘Rosie, please speak to us.’ She pleaded with her cousin as Natasha sat at the other side of her.

‘It… It’s him…’ She sobbed.

‘Who? Loki? Did he scare you? I told him not to be an asshole to anyone.’ Natasha said angrily.

‘He… He’s the one. Who I dated before.’ She blurted out, making Pepper and Natasha go silent in shock.

‘But… how?’ Pepper asked.

‘I met him one night in a club. And we dated for eleven months. I was in love with him, utterly and completely. I thought he was with me too. But then he just vanished and never came back one day. Then a few months later, I saw him on the TV… I didn’t tell anyone it was him, because I thought no one would believe me anyway. And what did it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.’ Rosie blurted out between crying.

‘Oh, Rosie. I wish you had told me.’ Pepper pulled her into a hug and cradled her head against her. ‘It’s ok, shhh, shhh. It’s going to be ok.’

Natasha rubbed her back softly. ‘If we had known, we would have warned you he was coming here. I’m so sorry.’

Rosie shook her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘No… It’s my fault, I should have told you. I just… it’s a shock to see him face to face.’

Natasha and Pepper nodded in understanding.

They stayed with her for a little while, then when she told them she was ok and was going to take a shower before bed, they left her to it.

But it ended up being the longest shower ever. She kept thinking about Loki and what they had together before.

Kept thinking of when they first met…

Rosie was super nervous when she walked into the BDSM club. But after months of talking herself into it, she finally had the courage to do it.

She didn’t dare tell any of her friends what she was into or what she was doing, perhaps foolish in a way as no one knew where she was. And she was on her own. But she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Her friends wouldn’t understand.

She relaxed a tiny bit once she was there, noticing other people on their own as well. Getting a few drinks down her helped with her nerves too.

Some of the people she spoke to briefly were really nice. She met a lovely couple at the bar who asked if it was her first time there. They told her if she needed anything to feel free to ask them, not to be shy. That everyone there was really nice and friendly.

There were various demos on that she watched, there was a lot more to some scenes than met the eye. It really made her realise how on sites such as Fetlife and others, it was easy to get sucked into the wanna-be-Dom’s who likely had no idea what they were doing. Or how much safety came into it all.

‘Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink?’ A beautiful voice came from beside her when one of the demos on aftercare just finished.

Rosie turned and her breath was taken from her as she gazed up at an incredibly tall and handsome man.

‘I… I… Yeah, I would like that, thank you.’ Rosie stammered out, nodding over enthusiastically.

He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth as he put his hand out towards her. ‘My name is Loki.’ He introduced.

‘I’m Rosie.’ She smiled up at him and put her hand into his. That’s when she noticed his gorgeous hands, so big and he had such long fingers. She blushed hard when he raised her hand up and he kissed the back of it, making her skin tingle like crazy.

‘Pleasure to meet you, Rosie.’ He said charmingly.

Loki gave her his arm and led her over to a free table near the bar. She was really nervous, and Loki could tell. But he soon had her at ease, just chatting away to her calmly and making her laugh almost straight away. She slowly began to relax in his presence.

‘Is this your first time here?’ He asked after buying them both another drink.

‘Is it that obvious?’ She cringed, making him chuckle.

‘Kind of. You did look a bit like a deer in the headlights. But that’s normal for first timers.’ Loki winked at her.

‘So, I’m guessing that means you’ve been here before?’

‘It does.’ He nodded. ‘Not often, it’s probably my fourth visit. Mainly just trying to meet new people, meet anyone that may potentially be interested in a Daddy Dom.’

Rosie’s eyes widened and she suddenly fell shy again as she looked down at her glass and swallowed hard. Loki raised an eyebrow, instantly realising that she was a little. He suspected she was a sub, but hadn’t been sure about the little aspect or not.

Loki leaned forward over the table towards her a little more. ‘Let me take a quick stab in the dark here… But I am presuming that you are a little?’

Her mouth opened and closed again. Then she just opted for nodding in response instead of trusting her voice to actually work.

Loki smiled softly. ‘Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. That’s why lots of people come to these clubs, to meet their person.’

‘I… I guess so.’ She agreed.

They continued to talk for over an hour, not much about BDSM which Rosie found quite pleasant. He didn’t seem to want to jump straight in so quickly, which in turn made her trust him more and relax.

At the end of the night, Loki handed over a small card with his number on it. ‘There’s absolutely no pressure at all. But I’ve really enjoyed my night with you, Rosie. I would love to take you out on a date, perhaps out for lunch Saturday? But there’s no pressure, I don’t need an answer right now. Just text or call me to let me know. But if I don’t hear from you, that’s ok too. I totally understand.’

Rosie’s heart was racing. Could he get any more considerate? He wasn’t pressuring her at all, not asking for her number. Not even expecting her to contact him if she didn’t want to go on a date with him. Not even needing an answer straight away, what a gentleman.

Loki walked her outside the club and hailed a taxi for her, he even paid in advance for her, not taking no for an answer.

‘I just want to make sure I know you’ll get home safely. And I can’t help it, it’s the protective Daddy in me.’ He shrugged and chuckled, making her giggle shyly.

‘Thank you, Loki.’ She smiled widely at him as she got into the taxi and he closed the door for her once she was in.

He waved her off and she couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Of course, she did text him the following morning to say she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him on Saturday. If that was still what he wanted, too.

Loki replied within a minute, with a time and a place for their first date.

-

‘How DARE you!’ Pepper roared at Loki and launched for him, slapping him across the face. It barely made him flinch, but he clenched his jaw as he glared at her.

Everyone was surprised at Pepper’s outburst.

‘Woah, what did he do?’ Bruce asked.

‘HE is the one that broke my cousin’s heart. She was head over heels in love with you, asshole. Then you just disappeared on her, left her alone without even an explanation. No note, nothing.’ She snarled at him.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I did what was right. To protect her. She was better off without me.’

‘You did NOT do what was right. You have no idea what you’ve put her through this past year, how heartbroken she was. Still is!’ Pepper screeched.

Loki faltered. ‘Still is? Did she not find another, she’s a beautiful, incredible woman. How could she not find ano’

‘You are such a fucking idiot!’ Pepper screeched angrily and so wanted to slap him again, but she knew it was pointless.

The guys around him all put their face into their hands.

‘What?’ Loki asked, looking around.

‘That’s a low blow, man. Not even leaving her a note.’ Said Tony.

‘I… I thought I was doing the right thing.’ Loki said, looking at Thor.

Thor nodded. ‘I did not realise that your Rose was this Rosie… But yes, Loki thought he was doing right by her. He was in love with her, adored her. Never shut up about her. But when he discovered his true heritage on a short visit home, he decided not to go back to her. In fear of hurting her.’ Thor explained.

Pepper ran her hands down her face.

‘Well, you failed on that. You probably hurt her more by not at least saying you were over. You have no idea what she’s been through this last year.’ Pepper shook her head in disgust at Loki.

The team all murmured between them and left the room, leaving Loki with Thor.

For the first time in a long time, Thor saw his real brother back. He saw true emotion on his face again, sorrow and guilt.

‘I… I did not mean to hurt her.’ Loki said, still a bit confused. ‘I loved her, Thor… I do love her. I never stopped thinking about her, never loved another.’ He whispered.

Thor sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. ‘I know, brother. I know.’

Loki thought back to the first time she had called him Daddy. How much it made his heart happy that she trusted and wanted him so much…

Rosie and Loki were snuggling on the sofa together, watching some cartoons that she loved. Loki wasn’t overly fond of them, but it made her happy so he always obliged. He was just happy to have her on his lap, comfortable and relaxed in his arms. Where she belonged.

He was lightly stroking her back underneath her top, making her skin tingle. She was in utter heaven, and Loki couldn’t get enough of just simply touching her. He needed touch in some way, whether he was just holding her hand or had the tips of his fingers on her skin, he needed and craved the intimacy with her.

Loki’s fingers trailed a bit too far to her side and up a little, making her squirm and giggle.

‘Daddy, that tickles!’ She laughed and tried to grab his hand to stop him.

But he had already stopped, freezing at what she said. That was the first time she had called him that, even in little space.

The biggest smile spread across his face and he buried his face into her hair and squeezed her tightly to him.

‘Sorry, my sweet little one. I forgot how ticklish you are.’ He purred.