#the perks of having a babyface

[mezz000]

How the Smosh girls treat Spencer, 32m:

Awww, so cute bud. Spencer you’re so cute. Buddy ^^ lil’ guy, best buds <3 little buddy ^^)

How the Smosh girls treat Shayne, also 32m:

*Unspeakable merciless acts of physical violence*

[rawiswhore]

Brian Pillman x Fem Reader- "Spanks for the Memories"

In 1997, the World Wrestling Federation was a strange mixture.

On one hand---you had Stone Cold Steve Austin raising both middle fingers, the beginning of the "Raw is War" slogan and intro with a heavy metal theme blaring and pyromaniacs, Mick Foley/Mankind cutting a promo where he talks about stepping on baby chicks, Shawn Michaels asking Bret Hart if he's had "Sunny days" (i.e. having sex with Sunny), Brian Pillman with a bloody face, the women's division at the 1997 Slammy Awards doing a bikini contest (and Sable wearing a swimsuit that left little to the imagination), Bret Hart cutting a profanity laced promo, and ECW (the edgiest, most violent, and not safe for kids wrestling company of the 1990's) invading the World Wrestling Federation at the beginning of 1997.

And at the end of 1997, you had the formation of D Generation X---who would spraypaint racist graffiti on black wrestler's locker rooms and frame others for doing it, stick parts of the Canadian flag up their nose and dry hump that flag, vow to appear naked on "Monday Night Raw" and have a strip poker match in the ring, shed their boxers off and reveal they're wearing thongs (and have a censored sign covering their private parts on television to imply they're naked), tell dick and sex jokes in the ring, Brian Pillman kidnapped Marlena and put her in his "XXX Files"--a series of videos where he implies to rape and have sex with her, Kane playing the Undertaker's terrifying brother who wears a mask that hides his burns, and Sable wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

But on the other hand...throughout 1997, you still had Rocky Maivia (who would later become the Rock by the way) playing this cheesy smiling Samoan babyface, RockaBilly (who would later become Billy Gunn) playing a country western/rockabilly singer,  the Godwinns playing some redneck farmers (and not badasses either), Bob Holly still playing a corny racecar driver, and Aldo Montoya playing a ninja (and not some badass one either).

In 1997, when Shawn Michaels raised 2 middle fingers at Stone Cold Steve Austin, a commentator would say "We apologize for that!" after Shawn raised 2 middle fingers.

So the WWF in 1997 was a strange mixture of being edgy and childish.

But isn't that how the WWE is somewhat now?

And even how the WWF was during the Attitude era.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode near the end of the summer of 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had a match against Brian Pillman, and you worked as Hunter's valet.

During the middle of the match, you interferred, where you carefully walked up the little set of stairs leading up to the ring, and the camera filmed and caught you walking up those stairs.

As you walked up those stairs, Jerry Lawler perked up on commentary, eager to see what you were about to do.

This was before you really started sexing yourself up in the World Wrestling Federation.

Many wrestling fans in the audience's eyes were all on you, awaiting to see what you'll do.

Instead of standing by the ropes to distract Brian, you slid and ducked your head under the top rope and carefully lifted one of your feet over the middle rope, where you slid your head as well as the rest of your body under the top rope, raising your left leg and foot and swerving it over the middle ropes to enter inside the ring.

You entering the ring shocked people and made them gasp.

"She's entering the ring!" Jim Ross exclaimed.

Brian, meanwhile, was busy trying to hurt Hunter, which angered you.

You stormed up to Brian in an attempt to slap him on the side of his face, but that was no use.

However, when you approached him and tried to smack him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to his knees.

He squatted and crouched on the ring and laid you on top of his thigh, where you laid on his stomach and he had his iconic, huge, ear to ear Cheshire cat smile plastered on his face.

The fans gasped when you were pulled down to his knee, and many male fans were eager and awaiting, thinking you were going to get spanked.

Hunter, meanwhile, has been pummeled and in pain, unable to get up and rescue you.

You can easily try to roll off of Brian, but it's no use.

Brian grabbed the bottom of your dress, where he raised and pulled it up until your ass was showing.

Underneath your dress, you were wearing these lacy panties that weren't quite exactly a thong, the same kind of panties Stacy Keibler wore when she was spanked by the Big Show.

Many male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered when they saw your ass get exposed, some of them even whistling at you, giving you those cheesy wolf whistles as they're called.

They were guessing and knew what was going to happen.

Still keeping his evil, wicked smile on his face and with one of his hands raised up in the air, Brian's hand quickly swooped down to your ass, where his hand began to spank and smack both of your ass cheeks.

His hand didn't smack your ass cheek one by one, like his hand spanking one ass cheek and then the opposite one, his hand was spanking both of your ass cheeks at the same time.

Brian's eyes stared at your buttocks as he spanked them, whereas you were screaming, screeching and yelping in pain while his hands spanked your ass.

Brian can easily give you a wedgie by raising and pulling your panties up until they're buried in between your ass crack, that'll make it easier for him to spank you.

"He's spanking her in the middle of the ring!" Jim Ross roared on commentary.

Brian's hand was actually spanking the area of your ass cheeks were the skin of your buttocks were exposed.

Some parents were covering their kids' eyes, although these kids probably get spanked like that at home.

His hand was spanking your ass rather hard, so hard it was nearly turning pink.

Deep down inside, you love being spanked, in fact, you want it.

You would wear a thong, and I'll get to that later, but in 1997 the World Wrestling Federation was still somewhat kid friendly.

Hunter, however, turned his head and saw you getting mercilessly spanked and screaming out in pain, you even screamed for Hunter to help you.

Hunter became enraged and infuriated, where he raised himself up and angrily marched to Brian, attacking him.

While Hunter attacked Brian, you rolled yourself off of Pillman's thigh and managed to escape and crawl out of the ring, where you pulled your dress down until it was covering your ass again.

 Your hand was behind your back and rubbing your ass where Brian spanked you, where you watched this match standing next to the ring.

If Sunny could do these "viewer discretion is advised" promos where she wears a bikini while seductively lying down and sits in a bubblebath naked (although her private parts aren't shown), then you can get spanked on "Monday Night Raw".

This was before the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era began.

And you can easily wear a thong under your dress while Brian spanks you.

[hana-no-seiiki]

I can still pass some school work but i need my computer bUT THE WIFI THO 😭 it will come back this Saturday tho so ye 🥲

Also I've mastered the art of speed running though school work the last minute and the art of pretending i was having problems when in reality I'm just lazy-

but the teachers always fall for it

ehehe having a Babyface has its perks hehehe >:3

-Your Junie

Please build better habits Junie ;u; I know the stress and adrenaline is exciting but it feels wayyy better when we finish stuff early and can rest completely.

If you do that I might even reward you or something. Who knows?

[pinerarena]

Chipmunk face

Chipmunk face how to#

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Chipmunk face how to#

They can be a bother, but many people are not sure how to get rid of them to have a slimmer face. But 35 years later, I’m starting to feel it was worth it.Chipmunk cheeks is essentially a cheek area with too much fullness. I had to retake English 101, just because Moses died. But then I transferred to Arizona State and I learned: “C’s” transfer – “D’s” pay the fees - again. I tried to explain to my co-workers, but much like you right now - they couldn’t figure out what was so fucking funny.įour weeks later, I got my grade for that English Class - “D”. Two of the nurses had to walk them back to the waiting room to keep them from walking right into the X-ray rooms with me. Across the emergency room, five drunk college kids called out. Two weeks later, on a Friday evening, I was at my part-time job at City (pronounced “shitty”) Hospital. But that was the end of class, and one of the final days of the semester. Chipmunk depression turned to rodent rage. I was the last one in the room his eye fell upon. We nervously glanced around hoping someone was awake. He surveyed the 35 college freshmen in search of a response. “I guess things have changed since I was 10 years old…” His depressed chipmunk voice perked up a bit. I only heard the last line: “Well,” he said. He was telling one about him when he was a kid. It was one of the boring moments in class. I now recognize, he was probably early 60’s - about my age now. Only people with tenure can dress like that.Īfter 32 years in the institution, I can say he was obviously not married. He wore 15-year old, screaming-loud, red-striped jackets with pink-checkered shirts. The whole effect was like listening to “Alvin” with depression. He had a little chipmunk face and his voice was slow, slightly slurred, and artificially low. But there was usually at least 3 good laughs a week (for me) - didn’t give a shit if they liked it.Īt the time, I thought he was about 80. Jonathon would often read my crappy kid stories to the class for open criticism. The teacher was Jonathon – somebody.Įnglish 101 was OK. In 1980, I was taking English 101 at the University of Akron. You know what I mean - let it go you anal-retentive assholes. I’m way past that made up bullshit of grammar and rules. I used to be a “professional writer” (small town newspaper) and a teacher of English (9th grade), so it’s fucking hard to admit that I had to repeat English 101.Įnglish-teacher-types who read this blog can probably spot all the typos, sentence fragments, verb-tense changes, over-use of parenthesis, hyphens and dashes and other crap that would fail any decent “English” class.īut fuck you. This was first published in 2018 - old stories never die, they just go to the bottom of the pile…

[the-silliest-idiot]

Sonju, please

Musica grew 3.4 centimeter and you better not forget the 0.4 centimeter! 

[industriallyinsecure]

Hello! Could I please request a yandere Ghiaccio x Reader where he overhears Reader ranting about something they're interested in and is so happy to find someone else as passionate as him that he must kidnap them? Thank you ^^;

Kindred Spirits

I’m not even going to lie, I projected really hard here because I feel very passionately about the stupidest shit lol. I didn’t include the kidnapping part but just assume that after a while Ghia finally said yep this one’s mine and snatched them

It was…sudden, even by his own standards. Melone had roped him into going to a cafe that had just opened up close to the base. The drinks weren’t particularly good or bad, but they were cheap. And cheap was something the men of La Squadra needed, especially with their shit pay.

It was a younger, university aged student sitting across the room that caught his eye. Something about their furtive glances and shy demeanor drew him in. He’d stared at them intently for a while before Melone broke his concentration.

“Why don’t you go and talk to them?” Melone asked, fluttering his long eyelashes. Was it an attempt to be endearing? Or did everything he did have to be salacious in nature?

“Fuck that,” he hissed, “I’m not made for shit like that. And I don’t get horny over random people like you do. You know how I feel about it.”

Melone huffed, turning his attention back to Babyface.

“Tell that to the blush on your cheeks.”

It was the simple delivery of the comment that really pissed him off. Melone’s statements were almost cut and dry and simply meant exactly what they meant. But even Ghiaccio, who’s social skills were admittedly stunted, could tell that Melone wasn’t just teasing him. Or maybe he was and he was just overthinking.

“If you don’t go up to them, I will. And I’m not going to do it on your behalf.”

Okay, maybe he was just overthinking. But he definitely wasn’t going to give Melone the satisfaction of goading him into doing something. When the other man started to get up, Ghiaccio bolted up and stiffly made his way across the cafè.

They were alone, eyes intensely focused on their computer screen with their coffee cradled in their hands.

“Hi.”

They peeked at him out of the corner of their eyes.

“Uh.”

Okay, so he wasn’t the only socially inept one here. Good to know.

“Can I take this?” He gestured to the chair across from them.

There was a moment of panic in their eyes as they flickered from him to the chair.

“Oh, absolutely.”

They seemed to panic even more when he sat down instead of literally taking the chair away.

It was awkward. A bead of frozen sweat rolled down his cheek and plinked on the floor

“Is it alright if I ask what you’re doing?”

His hands were damp and clammy from sweat.

“I’m writing my anthropology dissertation,” they mumbled, clicking around on their laptop.

Ghiaccio swallowed hard, glancing over at Melone, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“What, uh, are you writing about, specifically?”

They sighed deeply, and for a moment Ghiaccio was worried that he had somehow irritated them, but they just rested their head on their hand.

“I’m concentrating on the language portion of anthropology, and, like, the focus of this essay is about how languages evolved,” they peeked over at him, “it’s kinda why I’m in Italy.”

He had been holding back several comments about their accent, and this fact soothed him just slightly. He could excuse a foreigner pronouncing things slightly differently.

“Basically, I’m writing about how Latin broke into the Romance languages and stuff. And I have to talk about the differences in the languages and all that.”

This was interesting!

Ghiaccio pushed his glasses up his nose, “I’ve never met a person who liked languages as much as I do.”

They perked up just slightly, “Yeah! I really love how Italian is Latin Lite, but Spanish has a lot of moorish influence! Ojalá means hopefully and it sounds really close to Oh Allah, which is cool because it comes from inshallah, god willing.”

The student was beaming at him, now fully immersed in their rant about the evolution of languages and how there were many cognates in both Italian and Spanish because of their root language. Ghiaccio’s heart quickened and for a moment he thought he might collapse dead on the café table.

“What’s really weird is how selva means jungle in Spanish, but the Latin word for forest is silva. Oh, I’m sorry if I'm rambling, I'm just really passionate about this.”

He could’ve done a thousand things in that moment. Reassured them that it was alright, admitted he did that too, or at least responded in any way. Instead, being so tongue tied, he just stared, heart in his throat. He swallowed hard. But they didn’t seem to mind his lack of response. He flicked his anxious eyes back over to Melone, who was scribbling something down on a napkin.

‘Ask them for their number!!!!!’ It said, the words underlined several times. Ghiaccio must’ve made a face without meaning to because Melone immediately pouted and poked the napkin several times before setting it down on the table and resuming his work.

“Do you, er, uh, want an espresso?”

Their eyes flicked to the small coffee cup next to them.

“Or, an, um, a latte?”

They blinked at him, his heart almost beating out of his chest. His throat pounded along to the beat of his heart, making it hard to swallow.

“Do you want one?” They asked, voice small and meek.

“No, milk gives me the shits.”

His heart stopped in his chest. There was an audible smack coming from Melone’s direction. It didn’t take a genius to know he had overstepped some boundary. Wait…. Were they laughing?!?

They let out a tiny snort, something he might’ve found cute if he wasn’t mortified.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

He was many things. Hot headed, intelligent, hasty. But Ghiaccio had never been called funny before.

“People say I’m too serious,” he stuttered, the heat in his face becoming unbearable.

They giggled again, the corners of their eyes crinkling in the cutest way. Ghiaccio didn’t know if the persistent squeeze in his heart was from embarrassment or…. No…. It couldn’t be….

“They must not have talked to you for long, then.”

His stomach churned.

“What’s your name?” They asked, pretty eyes staring directly into his. His throat constricted tighter, tighter. His palms were sweating, he hastily wiped them on his pants.

“I’m Ghiaccio.”

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! Ive been feeling a bit in the muds so could you do like and old type of fanfic...like a mob!tom on a retro phone just sweet talking the reader?

Only if your requests are open tho. I dont wanna be a burden

Aw baby you could never EVER be a burdon. Dont ever be shy to talk to me because im always here babe.

T.H| What a Sweetheart

Summary: 👺👺👺

Warnings: ah just some fluff- i went overboard i hope your okay with that-

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER- HERE ILL POST A WEIRD VIDEO FOR YOU

There you sat. The baby pink everywhere as you laid on your stomach rocking your feet and reading a book, sucking on your lolipop

Ring Ring, Ring Ring

A smile and a giggle brought to your lips, sitting up and crawling to the old pink retro phone you answered, curling the wire around your fingers with the other hand holding the pop.

“Hey babyface” “hi tommy” he also laid there, in the darkness as he starred at the empty wall, shirtless and pantless, just in his boxers and in his socks rubbing his stomach and wanting to listen to your voice.

“I missed you” you laughed at his words “i missed ya to tommy” “i miss your voice...that pretty face of yours” “well i cant come see you, daddy stays at home now and he needs my help” “i dont need your help princess” you giggled at his joke “not youuuu, my real daddy”

“Mhmm princess, well what are you wearing?” You looked down at yourself then squealed “well i just got this fuzzy pink robe! Its so cute!” He chuckles and shifted in his spot. “Are you tired dollface?” Your lips go to the side for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Kind of” “well, can i talk you to sleep” he desperately asked, biting his lip waiting for an answer. “Yeah let me go turn off the lights” you muttered, putting the phone down before getting up and walking to your door to switch the light off.

When you came back to your large bed you cleaned everything up and tom waited patiently, humming some songs to himself before you came back.

“Alright, what dya’ got for me” you asked, laying down on your side and holding onto the phone. “I just wanted to praise you bunny. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you. How you speak and walk....your just everything for me ya know?”

“Really?” You said, your voice shrinking. “Of course baby, you deserve the whole wide world, do you know that? I feel like you should just sit on a cloud because your too good for this earth”

You sighed “thank you, but whats going on with you?” He bit his lip before answering, sitting up against the headboard “uhm, this job has been so stressful lately, i havent seen my family at all. I havent seen you- i just feel alone...”

“Oh...well i can ask my daddy to drop me off” you suggested. “No you dont have to, i only wanted to hear that sweet sweet voice” he chuckled, his head hanging low as he thought about what to buy you next.

“Im still listening!” You perked up making him laugh “i know you are princess, just lay down yeah? All ears for me?” “Got it tommy” “you ready?” “Mhm”

“I wanna buy you everything and more because your such a good girl for me, i wanna pleasure you in any and every way possible because you deserve it” “really? Give me some examples” “i dont know....rub your feet?” You both shared a small laugh “i know youve been wanting that fox fur coat..”

“I would fucking kill for that coat” “your daddy hasnt bought it for you yet?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “No, i havent asked at all” “whys that baby girl?”

You sighed before answering “because hes been so hard on me...hes getting old and-“ “you dont have to finish baby i know, i just wish we could all get together and be happy” “why cant we?” You asked rather innocently.

“Well...your daddy doesnt like my dad, and my dad doesnt like yours so we just continue to clash and fued” he wiped his eye. “Thats no fun, maybe i can talk to him” “what are you gonna say? That we are in love together and we wanna get married?” He sarcastically chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well do you?” You asked. “Yeah doll...i do. Why dont we just run away and kill everyone in our path”

He didnt know why he was suggesting it. He in one of the biggest mobs and hes held responsible as one of the main people in the family, aside from you and yours. He really isnt the one for violence but he just wants at least a break of peace.

“Daddy wouldn’t like that” you shook your head. “I know, i just really miss you pretty girl” “i miss you to tom- thats why i wanna see you-“ “no itll just put you in danger! Stay home y/n” “what if i dont want to!”

“Then you cant come here. Im sorry!” “I dont care, bye-“ “wait-“ before he could finish you hung up the phone, dropping it back on its place before getting up and putting on your slippers and walking to the kitchen, finding your father eating.

“Daddy no carbs!” “Honey its 9 o’clock, give me a break” he glared at you, eating the piece of buttered bread. “Well i have a questionnnn” you distanced off, the slippers making a noise while you walked to the counter where your father was at. “Hm?” He groaned looking at you. “Dont get mad at me! Promise!” You said, holding up your hand and tilting your head at him.

“Spit it out y/n” “okay okay- can you pretty please talk to the hollands-“ he choked on the piece of bread “daddy!” You run up to him, aggressively patting his back. “Okay okay- im done! But you said what?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“The....hollands” you muttered looking away from him. “We have been against each othet for generations! And what makes you want to speak and collaborate with them” “daddy...theres this-“ “oh fuck off! Please dont tell me-“ you only nodded. “A white man?” “Daddy!” “What? Im being honest!”

“Whens the next meeting!” You asked. “In a week”

This is your first time ever coming to one of the meetings, and you were afraid. Your mob color is a dark brown so you wore it...daddy refused to let you wear anything too revealing because these men are dirty.

“Cover yourself!” “What are you talking about!” “Y/n.” “Finnneeee!” You stomped back to your room and your dad gifted you a tuxedo, so you wore it...

“Seeeeee you look great! Your grandfather would be so proud of you” news flash. All the women in the family ran away or whatever, they didnt know what they were getting their sleves into.

“Can we just leave”

Clank clank clank clank

You walked behind your dad and his close partners followed behind you, protecting you from toms family.

“You do not speak. You hear me y/n. Just sit down and listen” “yeah” you were nervous, ver nervous. So when you stepped in and seen absolutely no women at the tables you panicked. But when you made eye contact with tom you almost shit yourself.

He eyed you from afar, wondering why you were here. Why are you putting yourself in danger.

As everyone talked you sat there bored until someone made a comment about you. “Why is she here? Shes a beaut” he snickers, others laughing to.

Your dad stood “talk about my daughter again and i will kill you, understood?” He snapped, shrinking the man down to size. “Honey get out of here” he smiled at you and you stood, one of his friends pat coming with you outside.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, offering a cigarette but you declined. “I just wanted to see what its like” “no dont lie to me dollface, i know you were eyeing that boy” you side eyed him before groaning “is it obvious!” He laughed and took out his lighter.

“Very” “i dont like him” “well he likes you” he took a puff and put the lighter back in his front pocket. “How can you tell” you leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms. “He was only looking at you” he smiled, you smacked your lips. “You have em wrapped on your finger, you should take advantage of that”

“Well i dont wanna hurt people like you!” You whisper yelled. “Its business baby, has been for years” he shrugged. “Well maybe i can change it” “eh, it’s possible” he shrugged “but it aint easy”

You both heard the door get pushed open aggressively and turned around, seeing tom walking up to you. “Woah woah woah, slow your roll” pat said, stepping infront of you. “Can i just talk to her- give me like 20 minutes” “why should i do that” pat dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.

“Because i want to talk to her- if i dont make it back it twenty minutes i swear ill give you everything i have” “i dont want anything, y/n do you wanna go” pat looked back at you. You harshly swallowed before nodding your head, pat stepped aside and tom smiled, pulling your hand and tugging you to run with him.

“Baby” he said out of breath, both of you ran to the trunk of his car. “Y-yes tommy?” “I got you a gift” “what is it!” You perked up and he giggled “something youll never forget” he pulled out his key and opened the trunk, a large gift box with a pink bow on it. “Do you love me y/n?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah...i really do” you smiled and bit your lip nodding. “Open it” he muttered, you nervously took the bow out, slowly opening the top of the box “tommy i dont know...” “dont be scared! Open it!!” He edged you on.

Suddenly it started to sprinkle, soon turning into some heavy rain. “Y/n hurry up before you get a cold!” He said sternly and you did, a gasp left your lips as you raised the coat. “You bought it for me” you whispered and he nodded, he took the coat to put it on you, when you were finished your pressed your lips on his roughly, his hands hooking behind your knees to lift you up and put yout legs around his hips.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” you said between kisses. “I know princess, just know id kill for you if i had to” “i would too tommy, i would too” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, the rain coming down making your hair frizzy but he could care less, he loved you. “I wish we could be like this forever” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “We can baby, I promise” “how tommy?” You rubbed your nose against his “running away” “tommy i cant, you know this-“ “but arent you tired doll, it would just be me and you” he muttered, pinching your legs some.

You bit your lip before pressing a kiss on his lips. “Okay” “really?!” He smiled “yeah yeah lets go!” He carefully dropped you and slammed the trunk closed, he unlocked the car and you both hopped in, on the road you both go.

“I dont have any clothes!” “I can buy you everything you want and more princess, dont worry. Andddd letters. You always write your father some letters pretty girl” he smiled at you.

“Love you” “love you too”

[prosciuttulipa]

May I request h/c's for La Squadra (individually) getting hit with an aging stand ability which turns them into a child for a few days and s/o (g/n) has to take care of them until they're back to normal? Thank you for your time. Also love your work òwó -⌖

Hello, anon hon! Of course you may! And ahh, I’m so glad you like my work! Thank you for reading it! This is my first headcanon piece for the whole La Squadra gang —  it is quite long, so I might make them shorter in the future (unless you all like these lengths)! 

I also haven’t included Sorbet and Gelato, but if you’d like them added to the list, I’ll write something for them as well! 

The Aging Stand works as such: La Squadra is able to recognize their S/O as someone they’re safe with, but they don’t remember that they’re their S/O, or that they were even adults. However, once they turn back, they have memories of the time they were affected by the Stand. 

Headcanons: La Squadra turns into a child, with Gender Neutral!S/O taking care of them

Risotto:

You almost don’t recognize Risotto as a child — his trademark black scleras, red irises and silver hair are nowhere to be seen. Instead, you find yourself face to face with a kid with light blonde hair - so light it almost looks silver - and the most gorgeous green eyes. 

(You find out when he’s turned back that obtaining his Stand had affected his looks, hence the appearance you were accustomed to. But you can’t help but think that Risotto as a child looks almost...pretty.)

Risotto is a quiet kid, but you get the feeling it’s more out of choice than a duty; his silence as a child isn’t accompanied by the heaviness you feel from him as an adult. In fact, you find that he actually talks and smiles a lot more than you’re used to, voice quiet but emotive; he seems really happy to have someone to chat with. 

Is also a rather helpful and (surprisingly) clingy kid — he likes following you around and observing what you’re doing, handing you tools or items before you even ask for them. What he really wants is to join in on your activities, but he won’t initiate it. You can tell by the way he rocks on his heels that he wants something though, and when you ask if he wants to help with whatever you’re doing, he’s rushing over in a heartbeat, excited. 

When he turns back into an adult, Risotto thanks you for being so kind to him: it’d been a while since he felt that free, and it felt good to be taken care of, for once. He gives you a long kiss, before letting you know with a murmur that you’d make a great parent, and if you weren’t opposed to it, he’d love the idea of starting a family with you someday...

Prosciutto:

Even as a child, you recognize Prosciutto immediately: he’s practically a mini version of his adult self, with his hair neatly slicked back, wearing a button-up and some black pants. His glare is the same too, though you can’t help but think that it doesn’t pack the same punch — he looks more pouty than threatening!

Prosciutto is a very standoffish, but good kid. He’s very obedient and doesn’t make a lot of fuss, but there’s something quite robotic with his ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s. He also seems unaccustomed to having someone else around, often doing activities on his own; when you ask him if you can join him, he looks surprised, but he lets you (and maybe perks up slightly at the company). 

Child Prosciutto is also used to doing the chores. You’ve found him loading laundry into the washing machine, and after meals he goes to wash the dishes, standing on a little stool to reach the sink. It’s very impressive that he knows how to do all of this, but you can’t help but feel a bit concerned — someone had clearly taught Prosciutto to fend for himself at a very young age...what sort of background did he grow up in? 

You get your answer after a while. Prosciutto hadn’t expressed any wants, so you ask him whether there’s anything he’d like. What comes next is heartbreaking: “...I want Madre and Padre to spend more time with me. But I know they can’t, so as long as they come back home safe, I don’t want anything else.” 

You make a vow right then and there to make sure he feels safe and cared for; a child shouldn’t have to worry about issues like that, and the fact that Prosciutto does makes your chest ache. So whether it’s keeping him company or showering him with gifts and treats, you do your best to provide Prosciutto with a comfortable place. When he changes back into an adult, you’re hugging him tightly, promising him that you won’t ever leave him alone. He’s silent, but by his firm grip on you, you can tell he appreciates it.

Melone: 

Melone is a pretty child: his hair is blonde (not lavender, as it hasn’t been dyed yet) but just as long and silky smooth, and you’re able to get a clear view of beautiful blue eyes without his mask. He still favours swooping his hair to one side, though. You initially think there’s a deeper reason for it, but it just seems that he likes how it frames his face.

A very curious and smart kid, Melone isn’t shy about sharing his ideas and knowledge, loving to hear yours as well! Discussions and asking questions are favourite pastimes of his. You notice that Melone has a routine in initiating them: he tugs at your hand insistently, before starting with a “Do you know that…” It’s quite endearing! 

With that, Melone also enjoys reading, a common occurrence to see him poring over a book he’s picked off the bookshelf; you can’t help but smile when you see that they’re all biology books too (ah, that’s where Baby Face is from). You’ll often find Melone padding up to you, asking if you could explain what a particular word or diagram means. However, he gets most excited when you read a book to him, snuggling into your lap and listening with rapt attention.

He’s a bit of a fashionista as well! While nowhere near the eccentric tastes he has as an adult, Melone does enjoy experimenting with his clothing, tying and looping fabric to create new outfits for himself! He also enjoys ‘making’ clothes for you, clipping and knotting blankets together to create some avant-garde looks! They’re surprisingly good!

Once Melone turns back, he’s got baby fever, immediately. He remembers how kind and caring you were while you were taking care of his child self, and he’ll gush about how gorgeous you’d look while taking care of children you two could call your own. And if you think that that’s all you’re going to get away with, you’re sorely mistaken...you’ve gotten him all hot and bothered thinking about parenthood and babies, and you’re going to have to help relieve him. 

Ghiaccio:

Like Risotto, Ghiaccio’s appearance as an adult is a result of his Stand (which he hadn’t yet obtained as a child). While you recognize him from his red glasses and angry glare, his hair throws you for a loop: it’s ginger in colour, in a shade that’s as fiery as his temper. Although his hair isn’t flattened into the style that you’re used to seeing, it seems to have a natural curl and spring to it; you find yourself ruffling his hair a lot...it’s just so nice to touch! 

And speaking of tempers...you find that Ghiaccio is just as loud and agitated as ever, perhaps even more so (hell hath no fury as a small child scorned). But he doesn’t have petty tantrums — more so that he gets worked up very easily and hence ends up yelling. When angry, the noise isn’t nice to deal with, but if the yelling is because he’s getting excited about something he likes, it’s quite endearing. You can’t help but want to cheer along with him! 

Nevertheless, constant screaming is never good for anyone, and Ghiaccio needs to be calmed down —  luckily enough, you have plenty of experience doing that. You remind him to use his inside voice, giving him space and time to wind down. He mumbles to you one day that he appreciates how you don’t scold him when he gets loud: he can’t help but hit MAX VOLUME when getting worked up, and he’s glad that you understand he’s not trying to be a nuisance. 

When more level-headed, Ghiaccio proves himself to be a very bright and confident child, with a penchant for languages! He’s a quick learner, and if you speak more than one language, he wants you to teach him some phrases! He spends most of his time reviewing what he’s learned, and repeating it to you when he has the chance. And if you reward him with a hug or a ruffle to his hair...well, you’ll find that Ghiaccio gets quite affectionate, making sure he does a perfect job to earn another gentle pat!  

Once he turns back, Ghiaccio is completely embarrassed, barely able to get the ‘thank you’ out of him. But before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into a tight hug, grumbling about how he hasn’t been able to hold you and needs to make up for the lost time. 

Formaggio:

As a child, Formaggio doesn’t look all that much different from his adult self. He has the same flashy hairstyle and street style clothes, but he’s got a bit of a babyface —  you can tell he’d really grown into his features as he got older! Nonetheless, those cheeks of his are perfect for squishing, something you find yourself indulging in as you take care of him. 

Formaggio is quite a normal child: his biggest worry is how to get out of trouble, and he always has a shit-eating grin on his face. As assassins, Formaggio hadn’t said anything about his background for safety reasons, but his child self tells you all kinds of information: that he’s grown up in a big family, that he plays with stray animals that come to his door, that he looks up to his big brother and papa. You hang on to his every word, happy to learn a bit more about him. 

Is the Ultimate Clapback Extraordinaire™. If you think this child can’t talk smack, then you are sorely mistaken. He is ruthless with his comebacks, but you can’t help loving this rowdy side of him, especially when it’s not directed towards you —  Prosciutto comes in one day to check up on the two of you, and you can barely hold your laughter as Formaggio absolutely demolishes the man with his wits. 

He also loves making you laugh! His speciality is impressions and slapstick comedy, with him calling out to you before pulling a face, or a silly magic trick. It’s his way of making sure you’re alright: you find yourself stressed one day (taking care of your boyfriend who is now a child does a number on your mental health) and before you know it, you’re doubling over in laughter at Formaggio’s antics, worries far away from you.

When he turns back into an adult, you teasingly complain that he was cuter as a child, but you both know you’re relieved things are back to normal. He sweeps you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses, promising with that same mischievous grin to treat you to a nice date as thanks for all you’ve done.

Illuso: 

It is honestly a bit terrifying how much Illuso looks the same as a child. His hair isn’t in multiple ponytails - he’s put it in one sleek ponytail instead - but he has the same smug expression you’re used to. His clothing isn’t as revealing though, which is a relief — he might get cold and sick if he’s not wearing enough. 

Do not attempt to play hide and seek with him; you should’ve known better than to trust that honey-sweet plea. Illuso is good at the game, and he knows it. The first (and last time) you play the game, you end up seeking Illuso for an entire day. The only way you’d found him was by calling out that dinner was ready, realizing with horror that he’d hidden in a high kitchen cabinet full of glassware (how on earth did he get up there). 

Disciplining Illuso is also a complete failure. It may be because you’re so soft with him (he is/was your boyfriend, after all), but you can’t say no when he starts to pout, batting his lashes at you in a way that’ll make any heart melt. And if that expression of his fails, he’ll tide you over with his words, mumbling out a ‘please forgive me’, tone apologetic and regretful. Yet as soon as you forgive him, he’s back to being catty and raising hell. 

But you can’t deny he’s sweet. You’re particularly tired one day, which Illuso picks up on. He’s uncharacteristically well behaved, occasionally appearing with little gifts and then disappearing without a sound; you receive some chocolate, a bunch of hand-picked flowers, and some hot water to calm your nerves. When he finally returns in the evening, explaining that he kept himself entertained so as to give you some space, you pull him into a gentle hug, laughing softly when you feel him pat your head. 

When Illuso turns back, the first thing he does is apologize for being such a handful of a child — there’s no denying that he was being a bit of a brat. Pressing a soft kiss to your neck and running his hands down your sides, he whispers into your ear that he’ll make it up to you with some sweet, sweet loving...it’s his turn to take care of you now. 

Pesci: 

Is the sweetest looking out of all of the La Squadra children: his hair is still styled like his adult self, and you can’t help but gush when you realize that he’s missing a front tooth! He tells you that he had lost it a few days ago, pointing to where the tiniest bit of adult tooth is starting to grow in. “I can’t wait till it comes in completely!”

Pesci is still just as shy and timid, though he gets less so the longer you spend time with him. Originally, he finds himself hiding behind large objects (it makes him feel safe), but once you start to get him out of his shell, he slowly drops the habit, coming up and snuggling up to you instead! He’s quite the cuddle bug once he’s comfortable with you!

Your praise is also something that makes him incredibly happy! The first time you say, “You did great Pesci!”, he flushes and gets all cute, stuttering out a thank you before hiding his face. But there’s no doubt that he likes it, so you don’t hold back on the compliments. Eventually, the praise makes Pesci feel more confident in himself — if you believe he can do something, then he’s going to give it the best shot he has!  

Mention anything related to the ocean, and Pesci will lose his mind. You’d decided to bring back a children’s book about sea animals one day, and when you offered it to Pesci, the boy was jumping up and down in excitement, squeaking out a ‘thank you’ before flipping through the pages. The book never leaves his side, and he’s read it so many times, he can tell you the names of all the different sea animals! His favourite one is the clownfish: he thinks it’s so cool that they don’t get stung by sea anemone! 

Once Pesci turns back into an adult, he’s hugging you tightly, stuttering out his thanks for being so nice with his child self. He never tells you, but he ends up keeping the sea animals book you bought for him; it’s a personal reminder of how much you love him, and maybe one day, he’ll be able to hear you read that book to you two’s future children...

[gisachi]

50 for the writing promts?

Thank you for waiting! Tbh I had a hard time thinking what to do with this prompt kajhskaf like I started typing this aimlessly, with no intent of turning this into nsfw but my brain didn’t have control of my hands and before I knew it it turned...slightly suggestive. Omg. ^^;;;; Hope this is good enough for you, Anon! 😊

50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck. (866 words, slightly nsfw)

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The last thing Ran ever wants is to be treated like an innocent little damsel.

Oh, how she’s gotten used to people underestimating her for who she really is. After all, what can her angelic face have to offer? A kick on the shin? A punch in the gut? She doesn’t look like she’s earned a black belt in karate with that babyface, does she? She’s so modest, and pure and nice, the epitome of a good girl, of a girl who doesn’t know how to curse, let alone to say anything borderline bad, or to tease…

In some days she finds it convenient, in most days it makes her want to throw herself out a window. It’s easy to get what she wants when people think she’s cute. Discounts and freebies for the pretty lady, sure. A little believable lie with matching puppy dog eyes gets her off the hook every single time. She’s never skipped class, never been to street bouts (though potentially she can), so everybody loves her...because she’s perfect like that.

But as much as she enjoys the perks, she despises the natural treatment that goes along with it. A simple ‘Oh shit!’ escapes her mouth and she’ll get daggers from old ladies in the supermarket. A simple display of physical strength and she’ll get wide-eyed looks from spectators— ‘She can do that?!’ Hormonal guy classmates feast on adult magazines and if she’s within hearing range they’ll hide away in shame because oh no, she’s too young, too innocent for this.

Is she, really?

She’s at Shinichi’s house playing this new zombie apocalypse game Nakamichi lent him. Ran’s not really into games like this, she’s more of the Tekken or Jump Force type, but nonetheless she gives this a chance.

“What’s that mean? DPS? We’re going to kill? Oh. What’s ammo?”

“Ammunition, for your gun-”, Shinichi pauses, then grins, “right, this is the first game you’ll play that involves guns and killing.” He pats her head, teasingly. “Shall you cover your eyes for the blood and gore, you innocent, innocent little angel?”

And oop, is that on purpose? Is her boyfriend making fun of her? Wrong move.

She grabs him by the collar and shoves him down the couch, the same manner she shoves her lips to his, in no way gentle and innocent.

She separates briefly, noses along his jaw, eyes closed, brows furrowed. “Stop saying that...” both hands trace the muscular planes of his chest and she feels him suck sharp breaths of air underneath her, “because I’m fucking not.”

“Whoa, babe, hold on-”

She kisses him where her lips hover, on his cheek, on his jaw, each kiss so slow yet seething with purpose, with passion, knowledgeable of where he’s most sensitive. She sneers when she reaches his ear. “And don’t you know it, Shin-i-chi.”

“Raaan, fuck.” He hisses, not in the least prepared for this kind of teasing. At least this early in the afternoon. One hand finds its way to the small of her back and the other he lodges between the couch and his body. “Like hell I don’t.”

She chuckles airily and buries her head in the crook of his neck, lips lightly grazing him there before applying pressure and moistness and tongue and shit— it’s too early for his pants to tighten this much. Damn it. She kisses him like she’s memorized his pleasure points. She knows the exact spot where he’s ticklish, the exact angle his head must tilt in order to elicit from him a rare moan. Which, oh, he just does. His girlfriend’s just that good.

“Am I an innocent little angel when I do that?”

“Fuckin’ no,” he grumbles, as she nibbles her way along his jaw. Both of his hands are now on her back, splaying up and down her spine before palming her rear to give it a hefty squeeze. She hums, returns her lips to his and kisses him tenderly, her torso bucking onto him, his hands guiding her hips’ movements. Are they going to... this time?

She ends the kiss with a loud pop and pushes herself onto a sitting position.

“Mhm. So take back what you said.”

She pouts, her cute, good girl demeanor returning. Ironically, as she sits on top of him, on the couch of his living room, the video game abandoned, her rear deliberately above the area where his betrayed hard-on is.

Guess not. Damn.

“C’mon, I was just joking,” he replies playfully, hands still pressed to her hips, thumbs drawing circular patterns on her fabric-sheathed skin. If he can just pull her back to what they’re doing earlier...

But Ran is resilient like that. Her weight disappears on him; she puts her house slippers on and stands.

“Oi, no faaair. Come back here.” Shinichi whines, propping his body up, eyes following Ran to the coffee table at the far end where she gets her compact powder from her handbag.

“A tease for a tease,” she winks. “Now get up and turn the console off, we're eating out.”

The last thing Ran ever wants is to be treated like an innocent little damsel.

Because she isn’t.

And Shinichi knows it best.

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[spartanguard]

babyfaced

Summary: A bet gone awry forces Killian to get rid of his beard for a month. going beardless makes him look significantly younger; but the clock turns back on more than just his face. | rated T; 2.2k words

dedicated to @xpumpkindumplingx​ who told me to “do the thing” and @thesschesthair​ because this is either up her alley or the exact opposite of it.

A/N: just a bit of a crack fic inspired by this post (and the fact that Colin O’Donoghue is a freaking baby face when he shaves), but plus magic—because it’s Storybrooke and we can. header image taken by @lillpon.

Killian sighed heavily and stared at himself in the mirror, committing his face to memory. He ran a hand over his well-maintained scruff, relishing the feel of it against his palm for the last time for the foreseeable future.

“C’mon, Killian—it’s just a shave,” David shouted from outside the restroom at Granny’s.

It was a stupid bet, which of course Killian, in all his cocky arrogance, had taken Dave up on. And it was just his dumb luck that David would have the best darts game of his life and Killian his worst.

So now Killian had to shave off his beard and remain bare-faced for a month. (A month that was typically biting cold and he was always grateful for the bit of a barrier his beard provided.) He hadn’t gone without a beard since...well, not since he was capable of growing one. And there was a reason for that.

But he was nothing if not a man of his word, so with one last caress of his beloved stubble, he picked up the shaving implements he’d been provided with and set to work.

Although he had to send a disparaging glare at the can of shaving foam, labeled as Baby Face Shaving Cream. It was already mocking him. But at least Granny kept straight blades on hand, so he was able to complete the task at hand with some familiarity—even if it meant the result staring back at him was anything but.

Head hung down, he finally emerged from the lavatory to his waiting father-in-law. He could already hear David snickering.

“What, trying to hide? Come on—give me the full view.”

Killian gripped the can of shaving cream so hard he thought it might burst as he huffed and shifted his weight between his feet. “Must I?”

“Unless you plan on looking at the ground for the next month, then yeah.”

Best just get it over with. “Fine.” And he lifted his head to look David straight in the eyes.

It was simultaneously amusing and embarrassing the way Dave’s eyes grew wide at the sight. “Wow, you weren’t kidding—you really do look 10 years younger. Or a hundred and ten, or whatever.”

“No, I wasn’t. So please get all your infant jokes out now.”

David gave all he could in that department on the short walk back to the dining area, and had wrapped them up by the time Killian slumped into the booth next to Emma. He was back to trying to hide his chin and keenly felt the sensation of all eyes being on him, which just made him want to melt into the vinyl cushions even more.

As much as could be said for his leather jackets and kohl, that beard was part of the armor he used against the world, in addition to helping give him a commanding appearance. Without it, he felt much like a lost youth again, and oddly naked.

But then Emma’s hand was on his (very smooth) cheek, turning his face towards her. He heard her hitch her breath and that drew his attention, finally forcing him to look back up. She was studying him intently, and brushing the back of her fingers across his bare skin. Her brow was furrowed and to his surprise, he couldn’t tell why.

“Is it alright, love?” he asked quietly; if she hated it, then the deal with Dave was off.

But then a smirk took over her features. “It’s adorable,” she gushed, much to his consternation; he hung his head yet again. “No, Killian—come on,” she protested, and pulled his chin back up. “It’s different, but a good kind—it’s like seeing you in high school or something.”

“See? I look like a teenager. This is ridiculous.”

“I think you look very sweet, Killian,” Snow said from the other side of the booth, but that didn’t help much.

“Exactly,” Emma agreed. “You are a softie, Killian Jones, and for once, you look like it.”

He did have to admit: the way Emma couldn’t keep her hands off his face did have a perk, and she seemed to enjoy peppering his smooth cheeks with kisses (he also conceded that it felt nice to have her lips right against his skin). But the stares and smirks from everyone else meant it was going to be a long, long month.

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With the way his facial hair grew, he had to shave at least twice a week to maintain a satisfactory level of clean shaven-ness. Granny had let him keep the shaving cream they’d found at the bed & breakfast, even though she herself wasn’t sure how long it’d been there. At least it had a nice, clean scent, and seemed to take decent care of his skin, if the way Emma continued to caress his face each morning was anything to go by.

Although one day, a week or so later, she did narrow her gaze on him. “Have you been using my eye cream?” she asked.

“No; just the normal facial moisturizer,” he answered.

“Huh; must be something in that shaving cream, then, because your crows’ feet aren’t as deep.”

He shrugged; he knew there were plenty of ways of reducing the appearance of age in this realm with proper skin care, so it was to be assumed that once he started doing the same, it might have some affect. “I’m sure it’s only temporary, then, as you give me abundant reasons to smile every day.”

She just grinned and kissed him.

He did notice, though, that as time went on, his beard didn’t seem to fill in as much as it used to. It was mildly concerning, but he figured it just had to do with the fact that he was starting over from square one every time it began to regrow; once the month was up, it would return to its normal level of thickness.

A couple weeks in, he wondered if he might even be shaving too often, when red bumps began to appear on his chin; it reminded him of the zits he would get in his adolescence. God, he would probably blend in with the high schoolers, between the lack of beard and appearance of acne. At least he had his chest hair to rely on.

But—was it just him, or was that looking a little thin, too?

Perhaps he was just seeing things. Perhaps he was just tired, too—he found himself feeling rather...vigorous lately, which had led to some late nights with Emma. (Several.) Usually, she was the insatiable one, calling him “old man” and other teasing endearments, but for once, he had more stamina than her. 

“You’re not taking Viagra or anything, are you?” she asked, breathless, one night.

“Taking what?”

“Never mind.” (Even if she didn’t have another round in her, she still couldn’t keep her hands from his chin. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.)

With the extra energy in his system, he started to spend more time on his ship, and even took up running. It was giving him a leanness he hadn’t had since he was a lanky lad, and did lead to some oddly timed naps, but mostly just left him hungry.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” Emma asked after he polished off far more of a pizza than he normally did.

“Aye, love—perfectly fine,” he assured her, though her worry was causing the same in him. “Why?”

“I don’t know; it’s like...with your face looking so much younger, all of you seems to be a little younger.”

His brow furrowed at that—but at the same time, he knew it was fairly impossible. 

Still, the idea lingered, as well as the sense that he’d somehow disappointed Emma. He found his mood changing on a dime during the last week of the terms of the bet, at times feeling depressed and lonely, and daring and joyous at others. It nearly gave him whiplash.

He sought once to calm his nerves in a glass of rum but, oddly, couldn’t stomach it like he used to.

It was while having a conversation with Emma and David at the station and his voice cracked that he finally realized something was amiss.

“God, you even sound like a pubescent teenager,” Dave teased, but Emma immediately became concerned.

“Okay, something weird is definitely going on,” she said, then came over to assess him. “Do you feel different anywhere? Did someone hit you with a spell or something?”

Suddenly feeling annoyed, he shrugged her off and stepped away. “Bloody hell, no! I don’t know what’s happening. I just know I’m emotional and have too much energy and it feels like everyone hates me and—”

He was cut off when Emma pulled him into a hug—quite possibly one of the best feeling hugs he’d ever had, and he immediately sank into it. “That better?”

“Aye,” he said into her shoulder.

“Sometimes, you just need a hug. It helps Henry.”

He rolled his eyes, but was glad she couldn’t see it. “Yeah, but you’re not my mum.”

“No; it still helps though.” She pulled away. “Can you stay here while I go check something? Make yourself a cocoa, okay?”

“Okay,” he muttered. She placed a peck on his cheek, gave her father an oddly angry look, then headed out.

“What was that about?” Dave wondered aloud.

Killian just shrugged. “I dunno. Want cocoa?”

“Sure.”

They shared a mug (Killian may have doubled up on cocoa packets in his) and were chilling on the couch when Emma returned, holding a vial. “What’s that?” he asked, standing, as she came in.

“Stand right there and don’t move,” she commanded. “Dad, come over by me.”

Both guys did as asked, and Emma popped the cork on the vial. Carefully, she put a tiny amount of the powder inside in her palm.

“Okay, brace yourself, Killian.”

“For what?” he complained, but it was too late: she’d blown the powder his way.

He winced when it hit him, then a tingling sensation took over his body, leaving him a bit sore—but somehow also feeling more normal than he had in weeks.

He blinked when the prickling feeling dissipated and looked back at his companions; Emma was smiling and David, for some reason, looked upset. 

“Hey, it hasn’t been a full month yet!” he protested. Killian reached up to brush his hand along his jaw; his beard was back.

“What did you do, love?” he had to ask; he thought she liked him cleanshaven?

“I was right; you were literally aging backwards,” she said. “That shaving cream? Turns out it had some magic in it that turned back the clock. If you’d used it any more, you probably would have started to get shorter.” 

“Bloody hell,” he cursed. “So I really was a teenager?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

David was looking very sheepish off to the side, especially when Emma leveled her gaze at him. “So thanks for putting my husband in high school, Dad.”

“Sorry!” he said quickly. “I had no idea; I just wanted to see what he’d look like.”

“Well, maybe next time, don’t put such a ridiculous time limit on your bets, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, though the way he was curling in on himself let them know he was genuinely sorry.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go have my way with the MAN I married—not the BOY,” she said pointedly, grabbing Killian’s hand and leading him from the station. They didn’t pause to see David’s reaction, but it was easy to imagine.

“I’d say that was fair punishment, Swan,” Killian quipped as Emma led them down the street toward their house. 

“Oh, definitely,” she giggled. “But I wasn’t kidding. I need to have you when we’re both on the same level.”

“I think I can handle that.”

(He couldn’t. Apparently, aging nearly 20 years in one day was draining.)

The next morning, he shuffled down to the kitchen to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and the sight of Emma cooking. He sidled up behind her, like he usually did, and buried his scruffy chin in the crook of her shoulder, tickling her and making her laugh.

“Still feeling okay?” she asked as she flipped the pancakes on the griddle.

“Aye; back to my old self. A fact that I don’t think I’ll ever take for granted.”

“Good.” She moved the pancakes off the pan and onto the plate, then turned off the stove. She turned in his embrace and quickly placed her hands on his cheeks, scratching through his scruff. “Mm, I missed that,” she hummed.

“Yeah? You seemed to have a thing for a clean face, too,” he replied.

She shrugged. “It had its novelty, definitely, and it was kind of nice to see what you looked like before life happened.” He swallowed; he hadn’t thought of that. He’d definitely seen pictures of Emma as a youth, but obviously, there weren’t any of him. “But now you look like the man I fell in love with again, so please don’t let any stupid bet or spell change that, okay?”

“I’ll do my best, love, as long as you do the same.”

“It’s a deal.”

“Actually, might I propose something else?” he added.

“What’s that?”

“I’d quite like to see what it’s like to grow old with you.”

Emma grinned, crinkling the skin by her eyes and around her mouth. “I would love that.” 

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[imamajesticseahorse]

Let's discuss, shall we? What is the game plan for Sasha and Bayley? I was very surprised that they had Sasha challenge for the title next week. I agree with others who say it is suspicious (and depending on what they do kind of disappointing) that they would do this on just some episode of smackdown. Yes it's the draft, but like.....also who cares? If it was last year when they premiered on Fox I would get it, that was a bigger deal. But draft or no draft, it is still just an episode of SD.

I wish I remembered who said it because I would tag them and credit them, but someone had said there is a possibility that they will delay it by having Bayley get Sasha traded to Raw to avoid the match. I think that's a great idea. It has its risks, which I'll get into, but it has its perks. First off, it prolongs the feud in a way that prevents it from getting stale or overdone. WWE struggles BADLY with long term storytelling. Yes, some of the blame lies with impatient fans (I'm guilty, I'll admit it) but WWE thinks that just throwing two people in a feud and having them wrestle each other every PPV for a year is long term storytelling. It can be, if there is any sort of character progression, but we know that doesn't happen often. Let's use the Sasha/Charlotte feud as an example. The back and forth was okay in the sense that it was a feud that people were really into and it put Sasha and Charlotte in the main stage. But in terms of storytelling, it did diddly squat for either of them. We thought we would get a heel Sasha or at the least a revamped Sasha and we didn't. Charlotte just picked up wins for the sake of picking up wins and moved into a feud with Bayley that weirdly felt like a throwaway feud (I'll dissect that another time). By splitting Sasha and Bayley you can stretch it out.

Which leads me to my next point; the benefit of separating the two for their own sakes. Together Bayley and Sasha were the obnoxious heels. They gloated, they rubbed their accolades in people's faces, they were a general nuisance. But we saw Bayley turn more slowly into the sadistic heel. We need to see that further developed. We need the brutal Bayley. But I don't necessarily think we need to see sadistic in the same vein as Randy Orton (which I really love his current heel run by the way), who is sadistic for the sake of being sadistic. It needs to kind of come from a place of desperation. Sasha was right, she was a large part of the reason why Bayley has held the title for so long. We need to see a Bayley who is desperate to prove Sasha wrong. On the flip side, we need to see a renewed and re-energized babyface Sasha. Not the Sasha of 2016 who was the mouthpiece for the women's evolution. We need her to be THAT bitch. Give her time on her own to build up some credibility, give her time to reconnect with the audience as a face. Yes, she has the audience's sympathy and support from the attacks from Bayley, but let's get her back to being really over with fans. Let's build her face turn on something more than just an attack from Bayley. Give her the chance to be confident and display the take shit from no one attitude. I know people think her gimmick is built to be a heel, but I strongly feel she could be a really good face without having to change much.

So now we get into the risks, with the possible benefits. Bayley has held that title a long damn time. Separating the two would obviously extend Bayley's reign and you run the risk of people growing tired of HER. The draft can save that somewhat by giving her new opponents. But at the same time, we would all also know that Bayley and Sasha are destined to clash and that each feud in between is merely fodder. The benefit to that is we would most likely be getting Sasha winning the Rumble and then having the opportunity to end the longest reigning SD women's champion's reign on the grandest stage of them all. It would be meaningful for so many reasons.

My one beef is that if you really look at it, it would truly be an amazing main event for WM. The years of storytelling and the taste of sweet victory for the woman who has spent the bulk of her main roster career making others look good, would be such poetic justice. Just think if they could build Sasha back up to the white hot status she had back in 2016 and make Bayley the absolutely despised heel? That would easily grab people's attention, especially because you know those two are going to tear the house down. But I doubt we will get it because everyone is predicting that they are setting up a feud for Roman and the Rock and oh my god, who the hell cares?

[faulty-writes]

Part Video Chat, Part Visit

Warning: Fluff 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: IzuMei (Izuku Midoriya and Mei Hatsume) 

I hope you enjoy it, this is one of the more rare ships I like. This is also based on one of the role plays I have.

Mei had done quite well for herself since graduating from U.A. High. When you create as many gadgets as she did for the new and upcoming heroes. You tended to build up some good credit, which hopefully canceled out the number of explosions. 

Either way, she had proved she was capable of running her own business, her own little workshop. Though it had taken quite some time to get approved, she eventually did and her hard work resumed. 

Most of her clients were from U.A. but occasionally she’d get a known Pro that needed her expertise, which she happily gave.

Though her most popular client was none other than Izuku Midoriya, otherwise known as Deku. The newest pro that was climbing up the ranks fast. 

She had grown quite close to Izuku actually, it had gotten to the point where Izuku began dropping by the shop to make sure Mei was eating or getting proper sleep. 

There had been a few occasions where Izuku had ripped her away from her babies and took her home. 

She didn’t completely agree with it, though at the same time she supposed it was nice to have someone care so much.

However, much like those times. Mei was currently working on one of her babies, residue covered her from head to toe. But that didn’t seem to phase her. 

A gentle humming sound was the only thing that seemed to distract her and Mei curiously lifted her head to find the source of the commotion. 

It happened to be her phone which was vibrating like mad on another table. “HM!?” She grinned and grabbed the small rectangular device. 

‘IZUKU’ flashed across the screen and Mei’s grin grew larger as she slid to accept and watched a shaky video come up. 

“DEKU!” Mei happily exclaimed, seeing her own reflection in the small square at the corner of the screen. It seemed Izuku was having a hard time focusing his camera. 

“Gees, CAN you that camera of yours STILL already!?” She cried out, then again Mei had some pretty skillful hands. How else would all these wonderful babies come to life!?

“S-Sorry I’m trying!” Came Izuku’s voice as he finally held his phone up correctly and Mei could clearly see that messy crop of green hair and that oddly adorable babyface. 

“There, I think I got it!” Izuku smiled and waved at Mei who looked rather unimpressed for the moment. “Well, it’s ABOUT time.” She commented which caused Izuku to huff. 

But that perfect smile returned to her face seconds later and she held her phone higher. “SO whatcha DOING Deku!? More importantly, WHY’D YOU CALL? I have babies that need finishing!” Her babies were the most important thing to her. The hero world wouldn’t be the same without them. 

“I wanted to make sure you don’t spend all night on your ...babies,” Izuku said with a concerned tone, something that Mei was pretty used to.

She crossed one arm over her chest and shook her head. “What if I DO? Is that really any of your BUSINESS?!” She questioned, her voice rising and falling dramatically. 

A sigh escaped Izuku as he pressed two fingers to his forehead, sometimes Mei frustrated him more than he wanted to admit. 

“Mei, we’ve talked about this before,” Izuku said, his voice stern yet annoyed. 

“Hm?” The preppy girl responded with a knowing smirk. “Did WE?! I can’t seem to RECALL.” She said as she watched Izuku pout, those bushy eyebrows knitting together to complete his expression. 

“Mei, I know your babies are important. But so is sleep.” Izuku tried to reason with the gadget-obsessed girl one more time. However, Mei seemed unphased as usual. 

She didn’t fear the hero in the making, Izuku had amazing power yes. But nothing could compare to the skill of her craft. 

“How long have you been up?” Mei couldn’t help but chuckle at the question and confidently straightened her posture. “THREE whole days!” She announced as if she were proud of her lack of sleep. 

“Mei ...” Izuku groaned. “Do I need to come over there?” 

The girl tilted her head, lips perked up in curiosity. “NOW NOW, Izuku. Is that NECESSARY?” The sound of her laughter filled the air, which only made the poor boy groan louder.

Izuku readjusted his camera. Bringing it closer to his face. “I’m coming.” Was his last warning before he ended the call, leaving Mei with an amused smirk on her face. 

Tossing her phone back onto the table, she resumed working on her latest baby. 

Izuku wasted no time in using his quirk, jumping from building to building until he saw Mei’s workshop and promptly landed in front of it. 

He was surprised that the door was unlocked, but he helped himself to walk in and looked around before spotting Mei, who was currently hunched over a table. 

“Mm ...” He frowned and slowly approached the girl. Stopping just a few inches behind her before he leaned over her shoulder. Slightly thankful that he had grown in height over the years. “Mei, it’s time to go.” Izuku’s normally light-hearted voice was toned down. 

However, Mei only rolled her eyes and turned on her feet to face him. Her gloved index finger pointing up at him. “SAYS WHO?” She demanded, stomping her foot against the tile flooring of her shop. 

Izuku looked at that finger before reaching out to grab Mei’s hand, his fingers wrapping around it with ease.

“Come on Mei,  you haven’t slept in days. It’s not healthy.” He wasn’t sure why he was even trying at this point, it was clear Mei wouldn’t go without a fight. 

“Hm,” Mei grumbled in response and turned her head, hoping that Izuku got the message that she was trying to ignore him. But the green-haired boy didn’t seem to want to play along. 

His fingers tightened around Mei’s hand and his other stretched to grab onto her shoulder. “Let’s go,” He insisted as he hoisted the woman over his shoulder. 

“AH, hey!” Mei tried to protest, pushing her hands against Izuku’s back but it seems the hero’s grip was too strong for her. “Don’t TAKE ME away from my BABIES!” She cried but Izuku wasted no time in walking out the door. 

Once outside, Izuku kneeled down. Focusing his One For All before jumping off the ground. 

“WHOA!” Mei felt her dreads fly everywhere, most would be scared of being so high in the air. But Mei Hatsume feared close to nothing, being around explosions all day long must lessen your fear. 

But she could see how the lights twinkled and reflected off the different buildings. It was actually beautiful, though Mei didn’t go outside much. Apart from testing her babies out. 

“Izuku!” She cried out, though the man seemed too focused on what he was doing and Mei noticed they were descending. 

“It’s okay, I have a tight grip on you,” Izuku promised as his feet touched a rooftop. Focusing his quirk, he jumped off the surface so they were air bound once more. 

He kept his grip secure on Mei as he leaped across the city to her apartment building and landed discreetly in front of it. 

“Uh, sorry about that,” Izuku said sheepishly as he bent over and set Mei gently back on the ground. Though Mei seemed ecstatic and held up her fists, clearly excited over what had just happened.  

“That was AMAZING!” Mei screamed out, pumping one fist in the air. “In fact, I THINK I have a NEW IDEA! No ...” She paused and tapped her chin, her eyes scurrying back and forth. “SEVERAL ideas!” She turned to Izuku and took a step closer to him. “For NEW babies!” 

“Uh ...”  The young hero held his hands up and took a step away, he knew that look all too well. “N-Now isn’t the time! You need to get some sleep!” He insisted, looking more nervous by the second. The last thing he needed was for Mei to run back to her workshop. 

Mei’s smiled dropped, “Pff, you always say that Izuku! When will YOU learn that I CAN’T be separated from my BABIES!?” Izuku sighed but took a step closer to Mei. Those strong hands grabbing her shoulders again. 

“Just please, listen to me.” He knew by now that it was pretty close to useless to try and reason with the crazy girl. But still, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. 

Mei blinked, her arms dropping to her sides at the small token of affection and when Izuku pulled away, she only looked at him with a confused expression. 

Izuku however, smiled down at her and reached to gently grasp her chin. “Go get some rest and maybe I’ll give you more kisses.” He smirked as Mei only looked more confused. 

But she kept uncharacteristically quiet as Izuku stepped back and jumped into the air once again, disappearing into the night. 

“Hm ...” Mei placed her hand on her hip, slowly turning to face her apartment building. “Go to bed he says ...” She shook her head but nonetheless walked into the building. 

Though as much as she denied it, the spot where Izuku’s lips were tingled. Damn, she never quite felt love for anything besides her babies before. But Izuku was slowly changing that. 

[ithurtsbutidoitforshrek]

Cupid 💘

I found this in my draft, it's from a while ago and I'll probably never finish it. 🤷🏻‍♀️ it was inspired by a clip from the original charmed I found on Instagram from the episode: Heartbreak City (2x10)

Fandom : Charmed

Pairing : Harry x Maggie

“Another loss huh” the man cackled walking up to the defeated witch who just kicked another one of her dates to the curb; she had her signature pout on, lips coated in cherry red, a piece of hair stuck to her gloss by the wind blowing around her. “Didn’t like your cherry chapstick? Maybe you should bat for the other team.” He wiggles his eyebrows devilishly at her already knowing there was a part of the male anatomy she wasn't willing to give up anytime soon.

Maggie scowled at the man, her eyebrows furrowing together in disgust and confusion, just who the hell was this guy? He was kind of cute if he wasn’t pissing her off. Tall, muscular build brown curly hair and bright blue eyes. He had sort of a babyface that she just wanted to pinch. “Who the hell are you?”

He grinned walking over to her in long strides and offering out his hand to her to which she just stared at, rolling his eyes he let it drop to his side. “I need your help. Well you and your sisters, really. So would you be so kind and invite me inside? It’s a bit chilly.”

“Invite you inside?” she mocked ”What are you? A vampire?”

He snickered. “No, and that’s a myth by the way. Humans told themselves that thinking it would give them a sense of security to keep them safe, that they were in control.” He informed her in a matter of fact tone that made her want to slug him. “Now invite me in.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, not really judging if she could trust him or not. “I don’t even know your name.”

He rolled his eyes. “uh…Gabe.”

“You had to think about it?”

He shrugs. “Hit my head the other day”

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, really. Now let me in.” He said sternly, not at all touched by her concern.

Maggie rolled her eyes and opened up the front door stepping inside and leaving it open. It wasn’t exactly the friendliest invite but an invite nonetheless.

“Nice place you got here.” He whistled looking around the room and up the stairs. “Ever play hide and seek in here?”

Maggie shrugged leading him more into the house trying to find the whereabouts of her sisters. “Yeah, when I was like…five.”

“Maggie?” Mel called wandering into the room with Macy on her heels. “I thought you weren’t feeling Jacoby anymore.”

“Oh, I wasn’t.” She assured her, Jacoby was as dull as they come, she’d rather be sent to Tartarus again than entertain the thought of another date with him. “This is Gabe.” She gestured vaguely in his direction, walking towards the couch and plopping down on it.

Macy’s eyes grew wide. “Wow. You leave with a different date and come home with a new one.” She whistles, however noticing Maggie’s hurt look she quickly backtracked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m not judging or anything. Kind of jealous actually.” She frowned sitting down beside her sister.

Maggie smiled letting her off the hook. “He’s not a date, I found him outside – apparently he needs our help.”

That perked their interest, Mel gestured towards the couch as she walked motioning for Gabe to join them. “What can we do for you?” She asked once they got settled.

“I’ve seemed to have lost my ring.”

“What do we look like? The police?” Mel scoffed.

“My ring. Cupid’s ring... Cause I’m Cupid.” He deadpanned.

“You don’t look like cupid.”

“Yeah, where’s your diaper? The wings and the bow?” Maggie asked eyeing his person for any hidden wings or arrows.

“Your name is Gabe? Like Gabriel? Cause that’s original.” Macy mocked, causing the other two to giggle.

“Yeah yeah laugh it up.” He grumbled offended. “I lost the diaper after 2 years of age thank you very much. I only get the ability to fly with my ring, and I don’t need a bow. Another stereotype.”

“I don’t believe you.” Maggie who hasn’t had the best luck with love as of late shot at him. Surely if he was indeed who he said he was she would have been happy and in love already.

Gabe rolls his eyes. “So you believe in all these other magical beings and demons and what not but not me?”

Maggie shrugged.

“I mean I wouldn’t believe you’re witches without the pointy hats, brooms, warts and green faces, and yet here I am.”

“Fine, show us something supernatural.” Mel challenged.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “I cant. I lost my ring, a demon stole it. It’s the way I get into people’s hearts, their innermost desires.”

“Still don’t really believe you.” Mel taunted, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms against her chest. If he didn’t do anything to prove he wasn’t a fraud soon, she was going to call Harry to toss him out.

“I didn’t want it to come to this but…” Gabe rolled his eyes rising to his feet, pointing his finger at Mel. “Bryce in kindergarten, Amanda in 5th grade, Molly your first serious girlfriend – she was a bitch by the way, Niko and Jada the one that ran away.”

Mel pouted looking away from him, but he continued on pointing to Macy next. “William, Cory, and Galvin.”

“Okay I think that’s enough.” Maggie shifted uneasily in her chair watching the wannabe angel stare her down, with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Too bad.” He mocked, starting to list the names off of his finger tips. “Elliot, Danny in 6th Grade, Brian, Kendall, Brian again, Parker, and…” he sent her a cruel smile, obvious payback for mocking him. “Harr-”

“Okay we get it” she shouted cutting him off, but the damage was done by the look her sisters were shooting her. “For the record I didn’t love all of those guys.”

“They all had the potential for you to love them, but the last three? You definitely did.. well do. Especially-“

“What do you need?!”

“So you’re responsible for all our past relationships?” Mel asked after recovering from the information that was revealed about her sister.

Gabe grinned at her. “Last two years give or take. I was the reason you met Nico, I was also the reason she came back into your life.”

“Yeah, Taken.”

He shrugged. “If you love something set it free. Jada was sent to you by another agent because I gave up on you completely, all of you except for Maggie.”

“Lucky me.”

“So you connected Maggie and Har-“

“Can we drop that?” Maggie snapped irritated.

“Good question, Macy, and to answer; no. That was all on her own, we obviously can’t connect them because of the rules – forbidden. Sometimes they just do the job for you.” He explained. “Now will one of you call your Whitelighter so we can get started?”

“We don’t need him. We need to learn how to be independent without Meghan Markle.” Came Maggie’s hasty reply a light blush still coating her cheeks from his accusations.

“Ouch.” Harry called walking down the stairs, a crestfallen look on his face from her comment. “And here I thought we were family.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Gabe muttered under his breath.

“You are Har. You’re more than that.” She gave him a reassuring smile, to which he returned.

“In more ways than one.” Gabe snarked receiving a sharp elbow to the ribs for that comment, and for Harry to a acknowledge his presence.

“Are you Maggie’s date?” Harry asked with a raise of his eyebrow as he studied the man. He barely caught a glance of the fellow she left with but he was certain this wasn’t him.

“He wishes.” Maggie snickered.

“You’re not my type, love. Harry on the other hand.” He licked his lips hungrily eyeing the Whitelighter up and down . “Yum.. you know if you don’t- I’ll take him.”

That delivered him a sharper blow, causing him to gasp for air. “Testy. Territorial. I love it.”

“You said you needed the Charmed ones help, Charmed ones require the power of three, keep it up and all you’ll have is the power of two.” She threatened.

“Do That And all the people I helped fall in love are at risk, hate will take over, do you really want that?”

“Well if they really love that person, they can over come your hocus pocus magic. What kind of love is it anyways if they’re under a spell?”

“Parker really did a number on you huh. You used to believe in fairytales.”

“Yeah well…”

“Anyways, the name is Gabe, but you would know me as Cupid.” He grinned smugly holding out a hand for the Whitelighter to shake, Harry gripped it in his own giving it a firm shake, while eyeing him up and down suspiciously.

“Where’s the bow?”

Gabe groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, ignoring their teasing and laughter.

[kelpiemomma]

Witcher/Scorpio Races AU

please be gentle with me i haven’t read Scorpio Races in forEVER and this... is only loosely following the book’s plot.

to start with:

Jaskier separated from his parents during college, essentially leaving them a note that said “I’m leaving to pursue what I want to do, I’m an adult I can do what I want” and did just that. He didn’t want to become a lawyer or a doctor like his parents wanted, he wanted to make music and live easy. He more or less ran away with a few changes of clothes and most of his savings withdrawn in cash. We’ll say he was a very clever young man, graduated high school early (at 16), and had three years of college under his belt by the time he was 19. He runs away to Thisby, a tiny island where they have the deadly ‘Scorpio Races’ each year. He’s certain his parents would never look for him there, given the innate danger of the island’s native amphibious equines and Jaskier’s own penchant for attracting every bit of danger possible. Jaskier’s age at the beginning of the fic: 24-ish, 25-ish

Geralt has lived on Thisby his whole life. He was born on the mainland, but his mother gave him up and he was adopted by a small stable-owner known as Vesemir before his first birthday. Vesemir has two other sons, Lambert and Eskel, and the boys all grow up around the capaill uisce of the island, each one starting with regular horses before Vesemir decides when they’re allowed to work with a capaill. Geralt had a knack for horses at a young age, and was the youngest of the boys that Vesemi allowed to work with the capaill. His very first capaill uisce was a brilliant red mare with a bold blaze down her face and three white socks that he named Roach. This Roach was forever trying to get back to the surf, back into the ocean. Even as a young teen Geralt was not the type to be selfish, and rather than force her to train and run in the races, he released her back to the ocean. Since then, he’s shown an obvious favoritism for red capaill mares, especially those the brilliant flame-red as the original Roach, though he’s known to train any and all. Geralt’s age at the beginning of the fic: around 30, give or take a few years.

background

Vesemir was the first person that Jaskier - 19, baby faced, and afraid but trying to hide it - met on Thisby. Jaskier had gotten off the small boat, headed down the boardwalk to the town, and was almost immediately run over by one of Eskel’s capaill while he and Vesemir were training. Vesemir pulled Jaskier up, examined his injuries, and told him Eskel was going to pay for his treatment. Jaskier ended up with some nice lil stitches on his forehead, and Vesemir had a new duckling under his wing. Lambert and Jaskier get along like a house on fire- either very well, or something will be destroyed. It did surprise Vesemir, though, that Jaskier seemed quite taken and content with Geralt, who was - by far - the least friendly of his sons. Jaskier trailed after Geralt like a dog begging for scraps when he wasn’t shadowing Vesemir nervously. Geralt was clearly irritated by Jaskier, but Vesemir could see that Geralt understood Jaskier as well and that their personalities, somehow, meshed well. Jaskier, for all his foolishness, learns quickly how to train the horses. He’s got an innate talent for it, and the capaill all calm when he sings. However, he is still danger-prone, and at least once a week there is some Jaskier-capaill related incident.

Yennefer is the town’s resident witch, who provides the majority of the tack and such for the capaill. She’s longtime friends with Geralt and finds Jaskier a mix of adorable and annoying. Instead of being afraid of her (as most islanders are, but she’s good at her work, and it’s a family business that’s been around as long as the races have, so they keep coming to her) he barks back and then she finds him delightful. She welcomes him to the shop anytime, and over time they become the best of friends though people who walk into their conversations are always concerned at if they’re friends or if one is about to die. (Yen’s age at the start of the fic: around 30, same age as Geralt if not a bit younger)

Calanthe owns the largest stable on Thisby and is known for her well-trained horses, if not her rather heavy-handed training of the capaill. Her daughter was an ex of Geralt’s and preferred his more gentle method of training. Calanthe is generally accepted as having grown more firm with her training methods (not abusive, and she’s never harsher than necessary, but any joy she once found in training capaill uisce is all but gone, and her words are more sharp than a capaill uisce’s fangs) in the wake of her daughter and son-in-law’s death during a freak accident on the beach with a couple of their capaills. An unprecedented wave of capaill uisce raced up the beach that Pavetta and Duny had been training on and they were unable to escape. Calanthe’s granddaughter, Cirilla, was toddling around at the time. Despite her grandmother’s method of training, Ciri can often be found hanging around Geralt and Jaskier and taking tips from Vesemir’s way of training the capaill. (Ciri’s age at the beginning of the fic: 13)

Vesemir taught Jaskier how to train horses, beginning as he did with his boys- begin with the standard horse, and upgrade to the capaill. Jaskier never got into the capaill as Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel did. Between him being prone to accident, the capaill being tempermental at the beset of times, and the inherent danger of the island- all agreed it’s for the best if he doesn’t train capaill unless they’ve got a heavy workload. However, when he’s not training them the capaill seem to adore Jaskier. He’s got a lute, picked it up in Yennefer’s shop not long after he came to the island, and in his down time can be found in the stables singing to the horses.

fic premise

Jaskier’s parents discover where he is. One of the native islanders took a video of Jaskier singing to one of the capaill, the water horse going from a raving beast to calm as a lamb in the face of his lullaby. The video went viral on social media and his parents fly out to Thisby to try and drag him home. Jaskier has, at this point, been living on his own on Thisby for several years though he remains within a half-hour’s walk from Vesemir’s stables.

His parents end up face to face with Geralt while Jaskier unashamedly hides behind him. They tell Geralt that they’ll be taking their son back to the mainland where he can continue his education before taking over the family business. Geralt tells them that Jaskier is an adult who can make his own choices, and says that if they don’t leave peacefully, they’ll leave violently. Jaskier’s parents leave but tell Jaskier that one way or another, he’ll be coming home. Jaskier is highly unnerved, and stays at Vesemir’s place for a week before braving living on his own again. The Witchers (the last name of Vesemir & Co) and Yennefer are constantly checking up on him to make sure he’s still there.

A couple weeks after the initial surprise of his parents, Jaskier finds out that his house - a rental - has been purchased, and that his parents are trying to spread rumors about Jaskier leaving behind a wife and child. All the townsfolk who have known Jaskier since he arrived, 19, babyfaced, and bleeding from a capaill injury, are like “sure, jan” and don’t believe a word they say. However his parents put their money where their mouth is, and begin purchasing as much property as they can on the island in an effort to smoke Jaskier out. There’s not much income on Thisby, and many things work on a barter system. Jaskier finds himself, once again, living with the Witchers- this time it seems more permanent.

Jaskier has enough of his parents harassing the islanders and confronts them in front of Yennefer’s store- because if anything happens, he absolutely wants Yenn as backup. They inform him that until he comes home, they won’t leave him alone. Jaskier tells them that no matter what, he cannot leave until the Scorpio Races have concluded for the year because he regularly helps Vesemir train his capaill for them. His parents tell Jaskier that they’ll make him a deal- if one of Jaskier’s wins the race, they’ll back off. However, if anyone else does, he’ll be going home with them. Jaskier agrees, and then goes inside of Yenn’s shop, where she’s got a dark look on her face and some tea steeping. They’re quiet until Geralt arrives to pick Jaskier up, wherein they both tell him what happened. Yenn says “they’ve clearly never watched the races- a Witcher has won more often than not.” 

Geralt turns to Jaskier and says “did they say a Witcher, or you specifically?”

And then they realize- his parents trapped him. They learned that Jaskier can train capaill, but doesn’t. Learn that Jaskier himself has never raced, and when Jaskier demands specifics, says that while one of his horses might race, he doesn’t, his parents inform him that their deal is with Jaskier and Jaskier only.

He wins, or he leaves Thisby.

Jaskier has a bit of a breakdown over this, because the last time he truly rode a capaill he was almost dragged into the sea. Geralt and Yenn promise to help him find the right capaill. Later on, Vesemir ponders on if they truly must use a capaill, and tells Jaskier about how when there are stories of a young woman racing a standard horse in the races and winning. Lambert argues that this is an old wives tale, but Vesemir points out the perks of racing a standard horse- there’s no call to the ocean, and given the right training they’re just as fast as a capaill uisce. Jaskier nervously agrees to try it with a standard horse and they examine what they’ve got in the stables. 

During this, Jaskier’s parents approach Calanthe with Ciri eavesdropping. They tell her that they know of her recent financial troubles, and that if she helps get Jaskier out of the race they’ll fix it for her. Calanthe is prideful and loves Jaskier- but she’s not going to pass up on the money. She agrees to it and shoos the Pankratzes out of her home, before turning to look at Ciri (who left her hiding spot, looking betrayed). “I’m not going to say what I did was right or wrong,” Calanthe says calmly, “but I will say that we need the money, and that if it wasn’t me it would’ve been someone else. Tell Vesemir I’m going to do my best to keep Jaskier out of the race, but I won’t resort to underhanded tricks. Tell him I’m not the only one they’ll approach, because those kinds of people are never satisfied with paying off one person. To get what they want, they’ll ensure it. I can talk to Jaskier, try to encourage him to stay out, but as much as I’d like to shove his lute up his ass I won’t hurt him.” and sends Ciri out to warn the Witchers.

Jaskier is angered but not surprised, and wants to confront his parents. Vesemir advises against it because the only proof they have is word of mouth, and they do have faith that Calanthe won’t resort to underhanded tricks to keep Jaskier out of the race. She even, on the downlow, helps them find a gelding for Jaskier to train- a calm, steady-tempered grey with long legs and a good head on his shoulders that Jaskier names Pegasus. The whole time she warns Jaskier that the stories of a standard horse running in the Races are just that- stories. Women have been allowed to race for generations, but standard horses are a liability. Capaill are carnivorous, and standard horses are a snack to them.

Jaskier begins training Pegasus and is delighted that the gelding is quick and has decent stamina. Geralt helps him train the gelding, and they regularly check the stables to make sure that no one is trying any underhand tricks to keep Jaskier from the race in their home.

There are those who try to injury Jaskier- attempting to crowd Pegasus into the ocean, or knock Jaskier off his horse, but the Witchers regularly train with Jaskier and so they always form a protective wall around him. Upset that their money is no good, his parents approach Jaskier again. They try to tell him that he must enter with a capaill as per the rules, but he tells them they never said that, and that the rules don’t say anything against standard horses competing. They only said it had to be Jaskier and his horse. They’re angry, but they don’t believe a standard horse can win. They let it go.

Jaskier writes down his and Pegasus’ names on the board, The islanders show their support, though they all are rather disbelieving that Jaskier will win. Geralt helps him train Pegasus by racing him against Roach, who’s one of the best contenders for the win this year. She’s sleek, fast, and vicious when necessary. She’s won the race before, and she and Geralt are actually the favorites for the year. Geralt trains but he doesn’t normally race- he leaves that to the other Witchers. However, he’s entered this year to protect Jaskier.

When the race comes around, Jaskier is nervous. Pegasus is solid under him, but Jaskier fears that despite all their best attempts to train, despite that Pegasus has gotten faster and has gained more stamina, they’ll lose and his parents will drag him off of Thisby and he’ll never see his found family again. Yennefer goes along to check the racers, providing blessings and checking to make sure their tack is legal. She gives Jaskier something, something that is purple and blue and white and red, and he tucks it into a pocket. Geralt is given a spoken blessing rather than a physical one, but it’s a blessing that Yennefer gives him quietly. When the racers line up, Jaskier checks the line.

He can see how the capaill fare. He can see which are raring to go, which ones are eyeing the sea to their left, and which are simply wanting to cause a fight. He tries not to tighten his grip on Pegasus’ reins, doesn’t want to ruin his chances, and is so distracted he almost misses the starting horn. His body is so used to responding to the sound at this point, though, that he leans forward and squeezes and-

Pegasus flies off. There is no doubt, at all, that they will be among those who show in the race. But showing isn’t enough. He has to win. Geralt is by his side, there’s a capaill in front of him, and with a quick glance under his arm he can see another approaching from behind. He’s afraid. He doesn’t want to be forced to leave.

And he starts to sing. It’s quiet, under his breath, but Pegasus hears him. Roach hears him. And they seem to- speed up. Pegasus seems to get lower to the ground, his legs moving faster, and they’re approaching the front runner. He can hear Pegasus panting, hear his breathing getting labored, but the finish line is there, so close, and they’re getting closer and closer and closer and-

it’s a photo finish between Roach, Pegasus, and the third horse. The fourth is less than a length behind. There are bets on who won, and the judges are all deciding. Jaskier is walking Pegasus out beside Roach when he sees his parents approach the judges. Sees them talking with their heads close.

Sees their hands moving between them, and the green of cash passing hand to hand.

And Jaskier knows, but hopes that the judges aren’t in the pockets of his parents-

But they announce that it was not Jaskier who won. It was not Geralt. It was the third rider.

And the townsfolk boo. They yell about how it’s not true, how Pegasus had his nose out, how his legs stretched just enough to put him over first. But the judges are firm, and even the winner (alleged winner) is uncomfortable taking the title. Jaskier is in shock. He wasn’t surprised, but-

he thinks about it.

Thinks about how it happened.

And he sees red. He confronts his parents about the bribery, yells at the judges, and Geralt has to physically hold him back. The judges are trying to completely disqualify him for being such a “poor loser” when Calanthe appears.

Sticks her hands in a few pockets.

And pulls out brand new cash money.

The judges are shame-faced, they’re escorted out, and Calanthe takes over judging. She calls, for the first time, for the popular vote. For who the townsfolk, the tourists, truly believe won.

Someone provides a picture- of Pegasus and Roach, their noses crossing the finish at the exact same time. With Pegasus’ hoof just a little bit before hers. And with the third horse just a smidge behind them both.

The winner is clear.

Jaskier wins. His parents forfeit all property they bought. Jaskier gets his prize money, as well as some of the bribe money that Calanthe took (because she bet on him to win, fuck his parents, and since the odds were no in Jaskier’s favor, and riders can’t bet so none of the Witchers did, she got it all) because she doesn’t need it. Jaskier knows that it isn’t permanent- that his parents will be back, that they’ll try again, because he’s their son and he’s a prize to them. But for now- he’s safe. He can go back home. He can put Pegasus in his backyard. He won’t have to race again.

He’s content.

(Until the next year, when a leggy red dun roan mare with an awkward snip and two white stockings appears. When she walks straight out of the ocean, up to Jaskier, who had sat singing upon a rock, and sticks her head in his lap. Until she sees how fast the mare is, how she turns on a dime, how she practically run circles around Roach-

and then he can’t resist racing again, but on his own capaill this time.)

[hotsterfield]

Hit list (rewritten) - T.H.

Word count: 2495

Summery: A coldhearted heartbreaker. A actor looking for a challenge. A dangerous game, that can only end with a broken heart.

Songs to listen to:

Hit list - Will Jay

Heat - Scarlet Plesure

Masterlist | Promptlist |  Giveaway!

A/N: I’ve rewritten this. It’s the first story i posted on Tumblr, and i have been thinking about this one a lot. I’m pretty sure i’ll make some more parts for this one, since i really enjoy writing it. I have been feeling a little stuck with what i’ve been writing today, but this one definitely helped with that!

Tell me what you think, and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!

It was a friday night like any other. You had just left Mike’s apartment, where you had left him broken hearted. From the beginning, you had told him what he was getting in to. But like any other guy, he thought he could be the one to change you. The one who could make you fall in love, make you settle down. But like every other guy before him, he couldn’t.

To celebrate another heart on your hit list, you went to your usual club in Kingston. As you walked inside, you could feel the vibrations from the bass, through your body. Walking straight to the bar, you found one of your best friends behind it. Just like you, Andrew was here every weekend. Only difference was, he was here for business, while you took care of the pleasure.

“Miss Y/n! Can’t say I’,m surprised to see you here!” Andrew said sarcastically, yelling over the music. One of the perks of being friends with the bartender, was knowing who was in the club.

“Andrew! Any interesting people tonight? Oh! And give me a Skinny Bitch, but hold the water” You sent him a smile. Now, was one of the few times you would pay for your own drink, but you knew better than anyone that, that wouldn’t last all night.

“A vodka with ice coming up! And yeah. There’s some actor dude or something. He paid extra for not telling anyone. Whoops” He said with a shrug, sending a nod towards the tables. He handed you the drink, which you gladly took.

“An actor? Must be my lucky day” You said, drowning the drink. “I don’t have that on my list. Yet”

Tom was chatting with the twins, trying to catch up on the past months. Harry was talking about something Paddy had done, when a girl caught his attention. He had never seen you before, but something about you, made him want to see you again. your black dress was short, but still long enough to make you seem classy. When you sat down in the bar, he turned his attention back to his brothers.

“Do you guys know the girl at the bar? In the black dress?” Tom asked, curiously glancing back at you.

“That’s Y/n. But you won’t stand a chance with her” Sam commented, following his brothers gaze. “She’s been around for about 4 months, and in that time, she has broken more hearts than I can count”

“She makes guy fall in love. Makes them think they got her to settle down, and then she leaves them” Harry added. Tom looked at you again. You had the face of an angel, so could you really be as bad as they said?

“Tom, no. I veto her, so you can’t go for her. She’s going to wreck you” Sam said, sending his brother a serious look.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna listen to your veto. Sorry, but. One harm in a one night stand, right?” Tom sent his brothers a cheeky smile

***

After your 3rd drink, you decided it was time. You sat the glass down, and walked over to the table. You recognized his friends. You had made out with one of them several times. You saw them regularly here, and you had been chatting to them a couple of times.

“Hey guys! Who’s your friend? He looks a little young” You smiled, as you sat down next to Sam. The relationship between you and Sam, mostly consisted of you using him to dumb a guy. He never seemed to mind.

“I’m Tom. And I’m 21, so I’m definitely not a minor” Tom greeted you, with an offended smile.

“Then you have a bad case of babyface. You could pass for a 15-year-old” You commented, sending him your most charming smile.

“Funny you should say that. It’s the point. I’m playing Spider-Man. It’s a pretty big deal” He said, as he leaned confidently back in his seat.

“And I just got cast as Black Widow in her stand-alone movie” You said sarcastically, making Tom widen his eyes and lean forward.

“Wait really? Marvel stopped telling me stuff, because I’m not that good at keeping secrets, so I wouldn’t know” His eyes kept searching for yours, but they never quite caught them.

“Really? I would never take you as a blabber mouth” You said, making Sam let out a laugh. “We all know you are one, Sam. By the way, how is your cheek doing?”

“Fine, no thanks to you” Sam sighed, before looking you in the eye. The last time you made out with him, he got punched in the face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. As I recall, you’re the one who wanted a round 2” You said, sending him a wink.

“Y/n. Can I buy you a drink?” Tom asked, a slight blush visible in his cheeks. “I’m getting some for us anyways, so I thought you might want one too” You looked at the bottle of liquor already on the table, before finally looking Tom in the eye.

“I’ll join you to the bar. You can’t carry four drinks by yourself” You said, as you got up and started walking towards the bar. It didn’t take Tom long to follow. You sat on a barstool, and shortly after he sat next to you.

“So. Y/n. You look lovely” He said shyly. You bit your lip shyly, as you sent him a shy smile. One of your favorite songs started playing, and you smile changed to a smirk.

“Dance with me!” You said, taking his hand, and dragging him to the dancefloor. You let your body follow the beat of the music, as you moved closer to Tom. He followed the moves from your body, and before long, you were standing with your back against him, your hips moving together.

“I need your heat          

Lovers one more time, I got the feeling it could be the right - i need your heat”

He had his arms around you, and you could more than feel the heat from his body. When you pressed your body even closer to his, you could the bulged in his pants, and a smirk formed on your lips.

After a while, he took your hand, and pulled your back to the bar. Both of you had lost your breath while dancing.

“So that drink?” He asked, with a perfect smile. Your eyes caught Andrews, and before you could answer, he had already placed 2 drinks in front of you.

“You mean these?” You asked with a charming smile. You took a sip of the drink, while looking at Tom paying for the drink. With your hand in his, and a drink in the other, he led you towards a couch in the corner. The music wasn’t as loud, which made it possible to talk.

“Why don’t we get to know each other? You seem like an interesting girl” Tom said, sitting down close to you. Your bare legs were touching the fabric of his jeans.

“Didn’t your friends warn you about me? I find it hard to believe that Sam would keep quiet” You turned your head towards him, looking in his eyes.

“They did, but maybe I want to decide for myself” He said, leaning in confidently.

“I’m telling you this now. If you stick around, I’m going to break your heart. You’re going to be crying your eyes out, when I leave you. I’m going to make you wish you never even laid your eyes on me” You said, carefully licking your lips, as the tension grew.

“I’d like to see you try. Maybe I’ll break your heart” He said, staying completely calm. You could feel his hot breath on your lips, and his fingers gently brushing your thigh.

“Are you sure you want to play this game? The whole world might be watching, Spider-Man” You pressed your foreheads together, while biting your lips.

“I have an apartment nearby, if you’re scared of being seen. Maybe the whole world is watching when I break your heart” He whispered, before closing the space between you.

“I’m not afraid of being seen. I just like having some privacy” You said, pulling back, and taking a sip of your drink, as if nothing had happened.

“You’re kind of an tease, do you know that?” He asked, with a laugh. He sat up straighter, and just shook his head.

“Me, a tease? Why am I a tease?” You asked innocently.

“I think you know exactly why” He said, leaning in once more. Following his lead, you did the same.

“Oh yeah? I told you I liked it private. I don’t want to hold back. I’m the kind of girl who goes for the whole pizza, not just a slice” You said in a low voice, as your eyes went up and down his body. When you pulled away again, he had a smirk on his lips.

“May-maybe we should do something about that?” He said, a bit taken back. The confidence was gone, and he realized that he didn’t have the upper hand.

“What kind of girl do you think I am? I don’t sleep with people I’ve just met” You said, shaking your head at him, as you stood up. “If you really want to, you could start by asking me on a date, and pray that I say yes” You looked at him for a couple of seconds, before you walked back to the bar.

“It’s been 2 hours. You can’t be bored already” Andrew laughed, as you sat down. You showed your hand, and counted down the seconds. On perfect timing, Tom sat down on the stool beside you.

“Y/n. It’s about 1. If you give me 45 minutes, I’ll take you on a great date in the park. It’s a beautiful night, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while” A slick smile was on his lips, and his confidence was back. Before you could answer, he had opened his mouth again. “It’s a date then. I’ll see you in 45 minutes, in the middle of the park”

“What just happened?” You asked Andrew, as Tom left the club.

“Loverboy just asked you out, and didn’t even give you a chance to reject him” Andrew gave you another drink, before going to another guest.

“Game on, Tom” You said to yourself, as you took a sip of the drink.

***

When you got to the park, you couldn’t believe your eyes. There was a blanket on the ground, and fairy lights in the tree. There was food from both MacDonald’s and Pizza Hut on the blanket, along with two big paper cups. It looked like something from a romance movie, and you were more than impressed. But Tom didn’t need to know that.

“This is cozy” You said, sitting down on the blanket next to him. Your dress slid up a little, but at least you had you sports short on, so he didn’t get to see too much.

“What can I say? I’m just that good. Now, what do you want to eat first?” He asked, pointing at the food.

“Burgers” You said, as you grabbed the brown paper bag. You opened it to find 2 cheeseburgers and French fries. You could never really go wrong with that, and you were slowly starting to realize that he had set a high standard for the two of you. You had to do something big, to top this.

“So, where are you from? Where did you live, before you came to Kingston?” Tom asked, as you took the first bite. You didn’t mind the question, but you didn’t love it either.

“(your home country). I finished school, and then I just left, I guess. I travelled a bit before I got here” You smiled. It was now the real work started. The game of letting him think he got to know you, but never actually letting him get close. Telling him things, that seemed personal, but wasn’t. “What about you? I haven’t seen you around”

“I’m from here. I’ve been in the States, for the movie. It’s a lot of fun, but nothing beats being at home” He was already done with his burger, but you were only halfway through yours. “When do you plan on going home?”

“If you mean home, as the place I come from, never. There’s nothing left for me there, so I’m not going back. As soon as I graduated, I packed my bags, and never looked back” You said, a sad smile on your lips. It was the truth, but it didn’t upset you. You were more than happy to have left your old home.

“Do mind me asking why? Don’t you have a family?” He asked. He looked at you with kind eyes, and you found it hard to not smile. He’s was making this easier than you expected.

“I just never fit in. Everyone wanted me to fit in a certain box, and stay between the lines, and I couldn’t do that. So I decided to just leave, and find myself a new home, and here I am!” You laughed, as you finished the burger.

“Sounds awful. If it’s any help, I never fit in either” He opened the pizza box, and the wonderful smell of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the air.

“Really? I find that hard to believe. I bet the girls were all over you!” You said, taking a slice of the pizza.

“They weren’t! I had a mole on my cheek, and I was dancer. Ballet, doesn’t get you a lot of guy friends. I was just the kid, who spend most of his time at the theater. Till I started on the BRIT school, and then things got a lot better” He laughed, as he took a slice.

“So you’re a dancer?” You asked, a bit surprised.

“Yeah. Gymnast too. That’s 90% of the reason to why the cast me as Spider-Man. The backflips were the deal breaker” He joked. You kept talking while you ate the pizza. After a while, the chilly air got to you, and you started to shiver.

“Cold?” He asked, already taking of his jacket.

“Just a little. I should properly just head home” You said, as he put his jacket around your shoulders, as you got up.

“I live nearby. We could. We could go to my apartment?” He asked, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“It’s fine. I got plans for tomorrow, so I should get some sleep” You lied. The only plans you had for tomorrow, was watching Netflix.

“Can I have your number? So we can take a second date?” He asked, as he looked you in the eye.

“No. But you can ask me tomorrow night. I’ll be wearing your jacket” You sent him a playful smile, as you started walking back to your apartment.

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[pikaglove]

I think one perk of having a babyface is seeing bartenders/liqor store workers reactions when I prove to them I am in fact 21.

I just had a liqor store worker look at my ID and he said "Damn! You JUST turn 21!" Even though my birthday was 3 weeks ago.