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[beanieblaise]

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[slytherinsrule89]

Blaise Headcannons

Saved the best for last because I literally love him with my whole heart and soul 😊😌

- He’s a cat person

- Will always be holding your hand

- Always quietly making jokes to you in class and laughs a bit when you both get detention talking

- Man has a STARING problem. LIke always just has his eyes glued to you

- Literally knows everything. He’d always have the latest gossip and will tell you all the time.

- Has to constantly get the other guys out of trouble

- And if he does break rules(which he would) he’d never get caught by any teachers and the rest of the group is constantly trying to figure out how

- Has friends from other houses. They aren’t as close to him as the main slytherin group but you’ll still see him hanging out with them.

- Would love to play with your hair. He finds it very relaxing

- Personally I don’t think he’d be a player. I know a lot of people think that because of his mom but in my mind he wouldn’t be

- Speaking about Mrs. Zabini though, he would do anything for her and they have a really good relationship

- However the slytherin group is banned from going to his house because he refuses to let them thirst over 24/7

- Favourite subject is potions

- He’d have such good fashion taste and would love picking outfits out for you as well

- Likes bringing you to fancy dinners so he can show you off and he also just loves seeing the way your face lights up

- The best humour out of everyone.Like no matter what he always has people laughing

- Definitely has a sweet tooth and will only ever share his stash with you

- Good painter. He learned from his mom and will often paint little pictures for you to keep.

- Blaise is a hopeless romantic and I will die on that hill

- He’d literally be so good at writing you love letters and will always put a pressed flower in the envelope

- LOVESS candles so much and had like a billion in his dorm

- Also likes to read a lot and will often read a book to you to help you sleep if you ever struggle with it.

You guys really liked my last headcannons I posted so I thought I’d make more :) Hope you enjoy :)

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Okay so like…

Blaisey boy with a somnophillia kink? Only if you are comfortable of course:)

Yes! I got you!

Impatient

Blaise Zabini x F!Reader

Warnings: somnophilia, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

You had fallen asleep in Blaise's dorm. You fell asleep completely naked, laying on his chest, passing out after Blaise fucked you and you were too tired to get dressed after he quickly helped you shower. You were stirred out of your sleep by something touching your clit. You moaned as you slowly opened your eyes, still exhausted. You lifted the covers to see what was going on and saw the locks of Blaise's hair peeking out from between your thighs.

“Blaise?” You questioned, voice laced with sleepiness.

He looked up at you, flashing a bright smile before sucking your clit into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you leaned your head against the pillow.

“Sorry, just couldn't wait.” He mumbled into you after he let go of your clit. He climbed up, bringing his face to yours. “Taste so good, ma.” He said, kissing your neck. “You just relax. Let me make you feel good and we'll go back to sleep.”

You just nodded tiredly and he started easing his cock into you, both moaning softly. He leaned over you, nearly laying on you as he started thrusting. You closed your eyes, still too tired to keep them open.

Your soft moans and groans filled the air as he fucked you. His thrusts were just fast and deep enough to have your orgasm building and not feel overwhelming. He nipped at your skin when he heard your moans getting higher and more broken. He had you cumming around him before he pulled out, jerking himself off over you and covered you in his cum. He cleaned you up and got back into bed with you, making you lay on his chest again as you drifted off back to sleep.

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[papercorgiworld]

Whipped for their tutor

The requested Blaise, Draco and Tom version

The guys are appointed a tutor and they are absolute whipped for her. Reader obviously plays a little game with them.

Read the Mattheo, Theo and Enzo version here.

Warning: suggestive

Blaise

“Honestly professor, it’s not my fault. I’m a dedicated student. I don’t mess around. I take this class very seriously. I just got preoccupied with a potions essay.” Mcgonagall judges Blaise through her glasses, not impressed by his excuses and so done with Slytherins and their talk. “Mister Zabini, you will see a tutor, twice a week.” Blaise sighs, but nods. “I’ll ask Nott to explain everything to me.” Mcgonagall almost faints at the suggestion. “No, let’s not. I asked Miss (y/l/n) to free a few hours in her schedule for you.” 

Blaise almost chokes. “(Y/n)?” Mcgonagall nods sternly watching the student in front of her get a little nervous. “Is there a problem, mister Zabini?” An awkward chuckle leaves Blaise’s lips as he unconsciously loosens his tie. “No, she’s fine, perfect… normal, uhm, good, she’s intelligent, I mean.” Mcgongall folds her hands and sighs. I need a raise, putting up with these students isn’t healthy. “Well, I’ll ask her to meet you tomorrow after class.”

*** 

Keep cool. You’re a cool cookie, Blaisey-boy, just act smart, no just be smart and impress her. Blaise pep talked to himself as he waited for you in the classroom the professor had reserved for the two of you. A soft laugh from the hallway drew his attention to the door as you appeared waving goodbye to your friend, before locking eyes with Blaise and giving him a gentle smile. As you entered Blaise stood from his chair, making the corner of your lips tug up in amusement. “Blaise Zabini.” He introduces himself, making you chuckle. “I know and I’m pretty sure you know my name as well.” She knew my name. “Yeah…” He trails off as he can’t keep his eyes from wandering, your uniform fits you perfectly. 

You elegantly take a seat opposite of the boy who fails to take his eyes off you and almost stumbles into his chair, watching you. “I actually already know all the material. I reviewed it earlier. I’m smart like that.” Blaise leans back in his chair doing his best to sound impressive and look calm. You purse your lips and let your eyes linger on his white shirt hugging his chest, before a teasing smile tugs the corner of your mouth upwards. “Let’s review your last test then.” You suggest as you pull out his test from your bag. Damn you Mcgonagall, this is not gonna make me look good. 

“Well there’s far more interesting stuff we could do.” Blaise suggests doing his best to regain his casual cool, but his confidence falls as you slide the paper towards him pushing your chest against the table and giving him a perfect view of all things he can only dream of. “Maybe…” Your voice sounds like honey, but then reality hits. “If the review of this test goes well, we’ll have plenty of time for more interesting material.” Ooh, you, baby, are very interesting material. 

“The first question didn’t go well, so how about you try and give a correct answer, since you’ve already reviewed it beforehand.” Reluctantly Blaise pulls his eyes away from your chest and to his failed test. As he is about to make an effort at an answer you elegantly slide your heels against his leg, but your face stays professional, patiently waiting for an answer.

Stutters of a half answer was all you got in the end and maybe some drooling, but it was obvious to you: this Slytherin needed a bit more tutoring. 

Draco

“Outrageous! I don’t need a tutor! Who does Mcgonagal think she is! Wait until my-“ A grinning Pansy interrupts Draco. “Oh please do tell your father how you were so hungover that you failed every test for an entire week. I bought a new black dress and I just know I would look fine as hell, weeping over your dead body after you tell your father this.” Draco rolls his eyes and is about to say something snappy back when he sees you come into view. He shamelessly stares, it was his god given right as a Malfoy to stare at anyone he liked… but he gets a little nervous when he notices you’re walking towards him. “Hi there Malfoy, how are you?” “G-go-good. I’m good. How is-are you– How are you? That’s what I mean.” You chuckle sweetly  at the stutter puddle that you had turned Malfoy into. Mattheo, who was leaning against a wall behind Malfoy, has his cigarette hanging from his lips, his eyes adoring you. “Professor Mcgonagall asked me to tutor you so I reserved a classroom for us this evening. Meet me there, 7p.m.” You hand Draco a note but he’s too busy daydreaming to notice. Pansy jumps in taking the note with the classroom number and the needed books for the tutor session. “He’ll be there.” Pansy smiles, Draco gives you a weak dreamy smile and as you turn Mattheo utters an awkward “bye”. Making you shake your head as you walk towards your friends.

“Real smooth, Draco.” Pansy snaps, turning towards Malfoy. “You think so?” Draco questions, immediately realising Pansy was mocking him by the mean glint in her eyes. “Yeah, great first impression.” Mattheo jokes, making Pansy give him a stupid look, silently reminding him of his awkward goodbye. “I don’t want to be tutored by her.” Draco complains. “She’ll think I’m stupid.” Pansy scoffs. “After watching what I just watched, I’m convinced you are stupid.” Mattheo then leans closer to Draco. “If you really don’t want to go… I could use some tutoring.” Draco’s brows knit together in annoyance, but also realises that he really does not want to miss out on a chance to be alone with. “A tutor can’t fix the problems you have, Riddle.” Pansy snaps.

***

Draco came prepared, he had a plan. He was a slytherin afterall. He had messed up a few tests, but he knew very well how to study so he arrived early that evening and got his books out, ready to impress the smartest and most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. He had spent a ridiculous time in front of the mirror making sure his hair looked messy but in a good way, like he wasn’t trying too hard, but he was definitely trying. When you opened the door to find Draco Malfoy dug deep in his books and notes, you had to say you were slightly intrigued. His eagerness and slightly unbuttoned shirt definitely made him attractive. 

This should be fun. You gave Draco your most innocent smile when he looked up from his books. “You’re early. That’s a good start.” Draco caught himself smiling like a fool at your compliment and straightened his back to regain his nonchalant act. “Yeah, I just thought I would summarise the latest chapter and mark any questions I have.” Your playfulness ebbs away for a bit when Draco has you convinced that he’s taking this tutoring session seriously. Maybe I thought wrong of Malfoy. However, Draco is quick to show you his usual self. “Turns out I have no questions. I understand it all fine.” He closes the book in front of him and leans a bit back in his chair, before continuing with a smug voice. “I saw you in the stands at my last quidditch game. Great game right?” Ugh, Malfoy… why are you so full of yourself…

“Yes, great game. Berkshire played exceptionally in that game.” You reply without hesitation, swiping that smirk from his lips. “You should introduce me to him sometime.” You play, avoiding his gaze on you as you place your books on the table. “He’s- He’s not that- that good, you know. He had a good day, that’s all.” Draco counters somewhat hesitantly, wary of how you slowly close in on him. Your hand brushes his shoulder as you move to stand behind him and lean closer, reaching for the summary in front of him. Your cheek was so close to his that Draco didn’t dare move. He felt his whole body heat up as your left hand rested on his shoulder. Your sweet perfume made him even more captivated as you hummed sweet sounds while scanning his summary. 

“Looks good, but you don’t focus enough on comparing the different switching spells.” You conclude after reading and you turn your head slightly to face Draco who turns red now that your lips are so close to his. “I-uhm- I know- enough.” You smile sweetly at the slytherin and let your hand resting on his shoulder slide a bit down to his chest. “Then explain it. That way I’m sure you understand and we can do other interesting things.” Now Draco’s body wasn’t just heating up, his mouth was going dry, his heart was racing and his pants were getting rather tight. 

You patiently stare at Draco, but you know very well that the poor guy is losing his sanity under your touch. “I-I-I… I know nothing.” Draco eventually blurs. You smile satisfied with the result of your work and pull away from him to take a seat next to him. “Well, let me explain it to you then.” 

Tom

“What was I supposed to tell the professors? Apologies, I missed a week of classes, but I was busy helping our supposedly dead father break people out of Azkaban.” Mattheo looked meekly at his brother, wondering what else their father would demand of his brother or even him. Annoyed with Mattheo’s saddening expression, Tom changes the subject. “Anyway I’m stuck with a tutor now.” Immediately a chuckle escapes Mattheo, but one stern look from Tom turns Mattheo more serious. “Poor tutor.” 

“Maybe I could use a spell and just extract the knowledge from her head.” Tom suggests, like it's the most reasonable approach. “Her?” Your tutor is a she?” Tom nods, surprised that that is what his brother gathered from his statement. “Yes, (y/n) (y/l/n) will be tutoring me. According to Dumbledore her grades are exquisite and so she’s been assigned to get me up to speed on all the material that I missed.” A smirk forms on Mattheo. “(y/n) (y/l/n). Nice. I would pay attention to her.” Tom rolls his eyes, finding himself way too superior to waste his time drooling over you. “Of course, you would.” 

***

“Are you really going to tutor him?” Hermione asks, her eyes going wide as she refers to Tom Riddle, emphasising the seriousness of the matter. “Of course she’s not.” Ron says, as you simultaneously answer. “Of course I am.” Both stare at you, but you turn and walk in the direction of the reserved classroom. “What if he murders you?” Ron asks, immediately exaggerating the situation.

“Now why would I do that?” Tom’s calm voice sends shivers down your friends’ spins, making them turn on their heels to see Tom casually walking up to them. “When you gossip and accuse people, make sure you're not doing it in the middle of a hallway, where everyone can hear you.” Tom walks past them and ignores their judgy staring to give you a polite but obviously forced smile. 

With your friends now left behind in the hallway, Tom carefully observes you as you enter the classroom and place your books and notes on a desk. The slytherin was quick to notice that your skirt was a little higher that Hogwarts regulations demanded. As prefect he would normally have something to say about it, but for you Tom would let it slide this time. “I know you’re intelligent enough to study most of the material yourself, but some things can’t be explained in books and need to be practised so I suggest we start with some spells.” Your voice sounds deliciously sweet to Tom and you elegantly take a few steps towards him when you notice he was staring a little. “Sounds good.” Tom says, but there was something uneasy about his voice. He felt himself captivated by your eyes and there was an unusual pause for a man always quick with his words. 

You observe him quietly and bite your lip a bit as he stands rather stiff and unmoving. “Your wand.” You whisper, closing the space between you two. Tom looks at you questioningly for a moment before remembering that you were his tutor and that whatever he was imagining wasn't actually happening. “Oh, right.” You know very well that you almost have him under your spell. Just one little move and you would have Tom Riddle wrapped around your finger. 

Part of Tom knew you were playing games, but he found himself enjoying your little game. You had his attention. “I will show you how to cast the spell Mcgonagall referred to earlier in class.” Tom nods, trying to focus on studying rather than the perfect figure standing so close to him. Without warning you place a hand on his biceps and slowly move it down to his underarm to finally hold his hand, holding his wand. Your back is now pushed against his as you guide Tom’s hand to cast the spell. However, the Slytherin is not hearing a word since he’s too focused on getting his heart down to a normal rate. He was terrified that you would figure out how out of control he felt. He could not let his stoic image fall because of one teasing tutor. “You understand?” You break his train of thoughts, gently tilting your head. Your eyes meet his and he’s sure there’s a challenging glint in your eyes. He smirks, confident that’s not fallen for you, but his arrogance disappears when your brows knit together questioningly. “Tom, did you follow?” He finally manages to pull away from your eyes and look at his hand in yours. His cheeks heat up. No, he hadn’t followed at all and now he looked like a complete idiot. Your fingers gently move. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain it again.” You softly lick your lips and smile, making Tom curse himself internally. She’s winning.

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[suugarbabe]

Hey what do you think about Blaise being a boob guy? (I think your already wrote something similar to that but I just wanted a bit more of our underrated king)

And do you think that Theodore would be an ass guy or a boob guy?

i do believe before that i said our blaisey boy was a boob guy and i quite like idea still. as previously stated, blaise loves a nice full woman, one he can really fill his hands with, if you know what i'm saying. when blaise has a hard day he pouts his full lips until you agree to go to his dorm, lay down in bed with him while he pulls you flush to his front and then allow him to just bury his face in your chest. not even in a necessarily sexual way, just in comfort and love and home. he loves everything about them, how perfectly they fit in his mouth hands, how comfortable they are to lay his head, how he would kill anyone else for even thinking about you or your breasts in the way he does

theo loves an ass, loves how pretty they look in skirts and out of them. he loves how perfectly his hand print shows up on one, how well it fits in his hand when you're riding his cock or his thigh. your ass is also one of theo's favorite places to rest in hand; while you sit on his lap, while walking to class, while sitting next to him at meals; quite a cheeky fellow if you ask me.

[exaltedfuzz]

Oh man, that three-part comic you posted. Such wonderful Skye sisters bits.... And making me want to take out Gant's knees with a baseball bat. >:| Really good content, loved the bit with the Snackoos, and the part with "SHE needs YOU?" Gant's notepad is a nice touch! Would you mind transcribing it though? Some of it is a bit hard to read. ^^; (Tiny side-note, but your British is showing; they drive on the right side in America, which means the driver's seat is on the left side of vehicles. :v )

Thank you so much! Really glad I could get both the sisters and Gant across successfully. It was originally a screenplay, so enjoy reading!

(I did realise that about the car. I didn't really want to re-layout everything... Besides, write what you know, right?)

Anyway! Here's my screenplay, under the cut. I figure pages and pages of text isn't fair to make people scroll through on my blog.

(And, in case you haven't seen it, here is my comic!)

SCENE - GANT and LANA’s office. They’re having a meeting. (set shortly after SL9)

GANT

Mighty fine to see you, Miss Skye. (shaking head) You’re always so busy… (looking up) How’s your sister?

LANA

Fine. She’s (looking aside) doing very well at school.

GANT

Such a smart girl. (nodding towards Lana) Like her big sister.

LANA

Thank you, sir.

GANT

I know you took the advanced bar. You ought to have told me yourself, Lana.

LANA

I… I did. I’m waiting on the results.

GANT

Oh, I can tell you. You passed with flying colors. Such a smart girl.

LANA

It’s a relief to hear.

GANT

Oh, Lana, don’t be so tense - we’re friends here. You and me.

Beat

‘Cause, remember, I’m the only one who knows. (uncomfortable smile)

LANA

Yes, sir. 

GANT

Lana, please - Damon. Not sir. I’ve told you before.

LANA

Yes, Damon.

GANT

(claps) That’s right. I’m so very proud of you, you know.

Beat

And I’ve done something for you.

Beat

Oh, you don’t have to thank me.

LANA

…What is it?

GANT

I’ve fast tracked you. Pulled a few strings. Talked to Blaisey, talked to the P.I.C. (very enunciated)

LANA

You didn’t have to, sir.

GANT

Oh yes, I did.  Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye.

LANA

(taken aback) Sir-

GANT

Damon.

LANA

(leaning forward in chair) Police Chief Gant, SIR! I can’t possibly accept that. What of…

GANT

Calm down, young lady. Manny? Oh, he’ll live. The prosecutors’ office needs you. You know I’m all for feminism, women in leadership.

LANA

I’ve never prosecuted in my life.

GANT

Oh, Lana, don’t talk like that. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to Ema, would you?

(Lana sits back in her seat)

Beat

I know you’re raising her on your own.

Beat

On a detective’s salary, no less.

LANA

No. Yes, I mean.

GANT

(laugh) Oh, Lana, you are a funny one. (suddenly serious) But you know what Ema did.

LANA

(chewing her nails) Yes.

GANT

It would be a shame. She’s all geared up to take up a prime position in the lab soon as she’s out of school…

LANA

She doesn’t need any help.

GANT

Oh, but she does. Did you forget? Our very own Neil Marshall…

Beat

What a diligent boy. Little too much for his own good. Maybe. (laugh)

Beat

Oh, whoops! Remind me, who killed Neil Marshall?

LANA

…Joe Darke.

GANT

Come on now. Say it with me, Lana. Ema Skye.

Beat

LANA

It was an accident.

GANT

Well, sure. That’s why we’ve worked so hard to make Ema innocent.

Beat

But I need you in the chief prosecutor’s office.

Beat

You look queasy. Why don’t we go for a swim?

LANA

I didn’t bring a swimsuit.

GANT

(laugh) Oh, you crack me up. Tomorrow, we’ll go swimming. Don’t forget, OK? I’m writing it in my diary.

LANA

I booked tomorrow off. 

GANT

Oh, did you, now?

LANA

It’s Ema’s birthday. And parents' evening.

GANT

Oh, alright then.

Beat

It must be so hard on you. 

LANA

Not at all.

GANT

Oh, don’t lie to me, Lana. Deceit isn’t a good look on you.

LANA

I’m proud to have a sister like Ema. She’s not a burden on me, if that’s what you’re implying.

GANT

Oh, no, no, no. I’d never say anything of the sort. You’re just… always so busy. Maybe it’d be for the best to send her off to a boarding school, or the like.

LANA

SIR! (clearing throat) She… needs to stay with me.

Beat

GANT

My, so animated. Tell me, “she needs to stay with you”, or “you need her to stay with you”?

LANA

(snapping, suddenly) Don’t-

GANT

Don’t what? Go on.

LANA

I do need her. She’s my sister. That doesn’t make me weak.

GANT

Oh, no. Strongest lady in the force. Soon to be strongest lady in the prosecutors’ office.

LANA

(hanging head) Yes, sir.

Beat

Damon.

GANT

Oh, I’m so happy to hear it. You and me, we’ll make sure all criminals get their just desserts. Right?

LANA

(muttered) What is “just” about this?

GANT

Watch your words, Lana. You know I take my job very seriously.

Beat

Let me know how Ema’s parents’ evening goes. Tell her uncle Damon says hi. I’ll be sure to get her a present, alright?

LANA

Since when are you “uncle” Damon?

GANT

Well, Chief Prosecutor Skye, we’re friends here, you and me.

Beat

And I’m uncle Damon.

Beat

Tell me, what does she like?

LANA

…Forensic science.

GANT

(laugh) Oh, surely there’s something a little less morbid.

LANA

(pause) I…

GANT

Surely you know. You’re such a good big sister, after all.

LANA

…She likes lots of things. It’s hard to keep up. She’s in a few clubs.

GANT

Oh, Lana… You’ve been working hard.

LANA

Don’t use that tone with me, sir.

GANT

(laugh) I’ll find her something. Why don’t I take you both swimming? 

LANA

Please don’t worry about it. Ema’s not really big on swimming.

GANT

Oh, so you do know! What a good big sister.

LANA

… Don’t come by the house, please. 

GANT

Aw, Lana. Don’t be like that.

LANA

I mean it. She told me she just wants things to be quiet.

GANT

Mmm. I’ll swing by the school carpark. 

LANA

… Fine.

GANT

Wonderful! Oh, I’m so happy. Really, I am.

Beat

Where is she now, Chief Prosecutor?

LANA

Afterschool hockey.

GANT

Mmm. Is she good at it?

LANA

I think so.

GANT

Mmm. Did you do any sports in high school, Chief Prosecutor?

Beat

LANA

…I did. Netball.

GANT

Oh! How wonderful! We should play a game of beach volleyball sometime.

LANA

Different thing. 

GANT

(laugh) Stubborn as always, Lana!

LANA

(checks watch [6:30] and abruptly stands) Sir.

GANT

Damon.

LANA

Damon - I need to leave.

GANT

Mmm.. Yes… I thought as such. After school clubs seldom run on quite so long as this.

Beat

But you will take up the position?

LANA

… Chief Prosecutor?

GANT

Oh, yes. You’ll be perfect.

LANA

I see no other choice.

GANT

Wonderful, really. I’m so glad we have this partnership, Lana. Sorry. Chief Prosecutor Skye.

LANA

Yes. Damon.

GANT

Now go on, get. Your baby sister’s waiting.

SCENE - EMA is waiting in the rain under a small shelter in the school car park. It’s getting dark, and she keeps looking at her watch. LANA’s car pulls up, and she winds the window down.

LANA

I’m so sorry, Ema.

EMA

… It’s been over an hour.

LANA

Just… Get in the car.

EMA puts her bags in the boot and sits in the passenger seat beside LANA.

LANA

(turning car around) Did you have a nice day?

EMA

Mm.

LANA

What did you have?

EMA

Chemistry. And Biology. 

LANA

And…?

EMA

And lunch.

LANA

You’re not skipping classes, are you?

EMA

No.

LANA

Then what did you have?

EMA

Math.

Beat

And English.

LANA

… How were they?

EMA

Same as always.

LANA

Working hard?

EMA

Mhm.

Beat

Um. What did you do today?

LANA

Well, paperwork, mostly.

Beat

… I have good news.

EMA

Hm?

LANA

I’m getting promoted.

EMA

Oh, what? Cool!

LANA

Mm. So, I’ll buy you something nice with my first big new paycheque.

EMA

How about a lab?

LANA

I don’t know about that… How about some proper tools? To get you started on your big forensic lab?

EMA

…That would be really cool.

Beat

So, you’re what, deputy? Vice deputy?

LANA

… Well, I have some more good news. Do you remember a few months ago when I took the advanced bar?

EMA

Mm…

LANA

Well, I passed! “With flying colors”, says Mr. Gant.

EMA

Hey! That’s great news!

LANA

… So I'm actually district Chief Prosecutor. Isn’t that exciting?

EMA

Huh?

LANA

Mr. Gant says I’ll be perfect for it.

EMA

… Wow. That must be a lot of responsibility.

LANA

It is. I’m sorry, Ema. I was in a meeting with Mr. Gant. That’s why I was so late.

Beat

He’s very insistent.

EMA

Maybe I should start driving myself home.

LANA

Don’t be ridiculous. You’re thirteen.

EMA

… Would you take me to court over it?

LANA

Yes. And myself, for neglect.

EMA

You’re so serious.

LANA

Correct.

Beat

Serious about making sure you have a great time on your birthday. (weak smile )

EMA

(weak laugh) Yeah?

LANA 

Mhm. I got you something today. Just in my bag. Have a rummage.

EMA leans back to grab a packet of snackoos out of Lana’s satchel.

LANA

I hope it’s the right thing. Not much, just from the vending machine at work. I promise I’ll get you something better tomorrow.

EMA

… Thanks. (crinkling packet between hands) I like these.

LANA

Oh, good. I wasn’t sure. Let me try one?

EMA

(opening bag) Alright.

LANA and EMA both eat

EMA

So… You’re Chief Prosecutor Skye?

LANA

Mhm.

EMA

Almost as cool as Dr. Skye, forensic expert.

LANA

… And I’m guessing that’s you?

EMA

Soon.

LANA

… Finish high school first, ok?

Beat

Ema, are you sure you still want to work with the force?

Beat

It’s ok if you don’t. The past few months have been a lot.

EMA

… I’m tough.

LANA

You are. 

Beat

I’m very proud of you, Ema.

Beat

You know what? Let's get a takeaway to celebrate. My promotion and your birthday.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Blaise Zabini Headcanons

He gives Draco his T injections

bisexual asf

had a small crush on Harry (and then on Ron)

Massive mamas boy

he has his mum’s last name

Grew up with Theo and Luna

he’s better at make up than Pansy

he had a massive Star Wars phase (revenge was his favourite)

he annotates books (using a clear sticky note)

Quidditch Beater (and captain in 5th, 6th, 7th years)

he’s really particular about things (he only buys certain types of soap, or certain brands of bread ect)

Can’t really cook but makes a really good cheesecake

he’s the one who taught Draco how to make the paper cranes

his favourite band is the Arctic Monkeys (modern Au ofc)

he keeps a journal and uses 1 a year (he then sets them on fire)

Theo, Blaise and Luna have weekly tea dates

Blaise always has anything anyone needs (un detectable extension charm)

He’s super confident

Best subject is CoMC and worst is DADA

in third year he’d do people’s homework for money

has a reputation as a bit of a whore but he’s on the ace spectrum

He always has dirt on people and he has a gossip corner in the school news paper (run by Luna)

Someone once called him “Blaisey Bear” and he hated it sm and now that’s what his friends call him

he’s quiet in public but in private he’s the loudest

he speaks fluent italian

He can play guitar

gets chronic pain and has to use a cane sometimes

he’s really, really good at nonverbal and wandless spells

[romijuli]

There’s something very charming about the ways cats copy each other. I know humans do it too but I have a way easier time seeing it with cats.

Like, Tazzy cat does what we call the Tazzy Trot, this prim and proper little high-speed walk, and I’ve noticed some of the other cats pick it up. Blaisey cat’s tail shakes when he’s happy, and the other cats have started doing it too.

I really wish they hadn’t done this with Yuri cat’s Puke Yodel.

[wattpad-l0v3r]

~Shark week~

TW-Blood

Blaise Zabini<3

~Your POV~

I had started my period today, I was in WAY too much pain to go to my classes today, it was Friday anyways what was the point? (Let’s pretend they have phones) I was scrolling through Pinterest looking at yoga poses for period cramps (does anyone else do this😭) When a message popped up on my screen from my boyfriend

Blaisey<3

B: Ma, where r u? 9:10am

B: You missed Snape getting hit in the head with his own spell😭😭 9:11am

B:

B: That’s me looking for u 9:11 am

B: Ma? 9:12 am

Y/n: Sorry love I just slept in I’m coming now 9:12 am

B: You better gurl 9:12 am

Y/n: Love u 9:13 am

B: ❤️ 9:13 am

I groaned and sat up straight, I didn’t really want to go but if I stayed home Blaise would’ve been all worried about me. I got dressed into my robes making sure they were the bigger sized ones so I was more comfy, Draco (your brother) had also been texting me but I was too lazy to text back. I packed my messenger bag with my hello kitty hand sanitiser, an extra hair tie and bow, my hello kitty thermos with my coffee in it and some extra pads and tampons. I had only missed the first lesson which was potions, thank god. I walked into Herbology late and apologised to professor Sprout. Pansy was in class so I walked over to her, yk because she was my best friend. “Girl, where have you been? Zabini and Malfoy were frantically looking for you.” She chuckled. “I started.” “Ohhh girl I feel bad for you, I’m telling you, you should take the pills I take so I don’t get it.” She lawfully elbowed me and I chuckled. “Well, will you at least come to hogsmeade with me and the boys?” I nodded. Nothing really happened in biology, I bumped into Theo on my way out. “Oh! Bella, your boyfriend is looking for you, he’s near the black lake, the spot you two have” Theo had been my best friend since first year, “Thanks Theo.” I made my way over there.

I was walking down and I couldn’t see him anywhere. “Blais-“ Suddenly someone picked me up from behind and spun me around in the air, I was startled for a second but then I realised Blaises familiar cologne. “Where have you been ma?” I turned around to face him with a smile. “Nowhere” *Blaise picked me up again and hugged me as if he was deprived of touch. “Okay, okay Blaise put me down please” I partially said this because I was feeling sick and dizzy, I obviously looked pale because when Blaise put me down he looked at me with confusion and worry. “You okay ma?” I nodded with a smile, he returned the nod, Blaise never really pushed me to tell him anything.

IM WRITING PT 2 NOW

[porterdavis]

How does Roger Stone put it -- it's Kavanaugh's turn in the barrel now.

I believe Christine Blaisey Ford 100% and think Kavanaugh should be impeached.

[beanieblaise]

Mookmookmookmook

MOOKMOOKMOOKMOOK

[askblaisedebeste]

So blaisey, do you like secrets? What's your stance regarding secrets?

Secrets? They’re pretty useful.

Not everyone needs to know everything, after all.

[jajsemvelmiprohumor]

Bratři a sestry, papež osobně pogratuloval Blaisei Pascalovi k jeho čtyřstým narozeninám. K blahopřání se připojuji i já, ale nemohu se ubránit jistému rozčarování. Kde byl pontifex začátkem června, kdy měli narozeniny jiní významní vědci? Pascala si samozřejmě vážím, ale upřímně řečeno, takových neofytů, kteří se udeří do hlavy a pak přijmou katolictví v jeho vyhraněné, tedy jansenistické formě, najdeme nepočítaně například i mezi kárajícími Syny papeže Františka. A víte co? Já to klidně řeknu: Pascal se přeceňuje. Nechám stranou, že počítače, hromadná doprava, kuželosečky i okázalá chudoba ve skutečnosti vypadají úplně jinak než ty jeho směšné prototypy, nechám stranou fakt, že jediný tlak, který je opravdu důležitý, tedy krevní, natruc měříme v Torrech. Mně vadí ona jeho údajně racionální sázka na Boží existenci. Takové pojišťovácké manýry nemají co dělat v autentickém křesťanství. Ryzí víra v Boha je záležitostí strachu, výčitek, hanby, společenského tlaku a naděje, nikoli maximalizace zisku. Transakční pojetí křesťanství je mi zcela cizí; nedělám věci přece proto, abych se měl dobře, dělám je proto, abych byl slavný. Pacal otevřel dveře do křesťanství lidem, kteří chápou spořádaný život jako spoření, místo toho, aby ho autenticky chápali jako splátku dluhu. Nesmíme se divit, že to posledních čtyři sta let jde s křesťanstvím hyperbolicky dolů.

[fefelerue]

She’s ready for her band concert tonight....Wish my trumpet player luck 🎺🎼♥️👧🏽🍭🌈 #blaisebardotthesuperstar #blaisey #myheart #myfavoritegirl #mybiggirl #mytrumpetplayer🎺 #graduate (at Livonia, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByWHkVKFE2a/?igshid=14f5kas1llqcw

[signlesstheredbloodedtroll]

Ramyas Shopping Network absolutely killed me with prices and descriptions

[protea-drarry-shit]

Draco: I fucking hate you! You know what, I’m taking away your ‘best friend’ title! Blaise is my best friend now!

Blaise: oh yay.

Pansy, extremely offended: agh! You can’t just take away the ‘best friend’ title!

Draco: i just did!

Pansy: *scoffs* How dare you! Fuck you! Blaise is my best friend now as well!

Blaise: wait guys-