hey there! Can I please request Gray x Reader fluff headcanons? (Brawl Stars). I love him but I feel like there’s barely enough HCA content of him T^T
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwill combine them into one request
🤹♂️─ Are you in a bad mood? - Gray's silly, romanticized performances are already here.
🤹♂️─ Dealing with an annoying type? - Gray will parody him behind his back.
🤹♂️─ A trick he constantly pulls is a small bouquet of flowers appearing from under a cloth or from his hands, always he brings either your favorites or always a different one.
🤹♂️─ Also teaches you all sorts of tricks.
🤹♂️─ He has little dolls that resemble you and him
🤹♂️─ Likes to dance with you.
🤹♂️─ Invites you to the theater for various performances. Beforehand, he sends you a suitable outfit.
🤹♂️─ During conversation, you mentioned something you liked about snacks but never tried; merch that recently came out? Perhaps you'll receive a gift soon.
🤹♂️─ The day begins with coffee and discussion of new gossip.
🤹♂️─ When you come in to share news, there are already treats and drinks on the table before your arrival.
🤹♂️─ Gray rarely inserts his comments on the topic, he prefers to listen to your thoughts, indignation, outrage, joyful moments, ridiculous jokes.
🤹♂️─ Based on some scandalous rumors, he creates scenes to attract more attention.
Brawl Stars requests are not accepted; this is something that has not been published before.
☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chapter is Namjoon x reader)
☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, bit of angst
☼ Count: 3.5K
☼ Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, marking, minorish blood play (it’s a vampire fic so like, there’s some feeding), dom!Joon, bratty!reader, degradation, choking, spanking, exhibitionism, hair pulling, hate fucking, rough sex, maybe a bit of slut shaming
☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?
☼ a/n: I’m reuploading cause the site is giving me problems so hopefully it works this time 😣😣 Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
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You drum your fingers on the railing, looking out over the club. Lips pursed as you watch the writhing masses below, you think back to Ari’s text from a few days ago. You wonder who would’ve stopped by, and you would’ve asked Ari when you came in tonight but she had left long before you got here. If it had been someone important she would’ve made sure to leave a note in your shared office but there was nothing. You chalk it up to one of your regular feeders wanting to hook up, which seems most likely since Ari didn’t deem to leave any other information.
She tended to roll her eyes when your regulars came by. She thought you should try for relationships, she had even tried to set you up with one of her coven sisters. You’d humored her and went on the date (and slept with her afterwards) but didn’t pursue a relationship with her beyond occasional casual sex. Ari didn’t understand, despite how much you’d tried to explain that you didn’t really need emotional intimacy. And you maybe left out the fact that it terrifies you just a little bit, becoming close enough to Ari to consider her a friend was a new venture already after spending centuries essentially alone as you traveled. She’d given up on trying to set you up and instead just shares her own dating adventures because she knows you’ll never sugarcoat if her partner isn’t good. And you’re fairly certain she shares in the hopes that she can sway you by showing you what you’re missing out on.
Your phone vibrating pulls you out of your reverie and you tug it out of your pocket, leaning your arms against the railing as you unlock it to read through the sudden onslaught of messages. You bit your lip on a grin as you see you’re suddenly in a groupchat with Jin and Jungkook and both are currently spamming about practice and how tired they are. Jin whines about how Namjoon has been on the group harder lately and that starts Jungkook worrying that Namjoon knows about you three.
When Jungkook continues to fret despite Jin’s promises that Namjoon doesn’t know, you finally chime in.
You: Jungkook, if you stop worrying I’ll send you something special ;)
The chat goes silent for a good few minutes and you take the opportunity to plop down onto the couch, taking a sip of the drink you had abandoned on the table.
Kookie: What do I get???
Jin: Why does he get something?!
You grin. You’d expected exactly those responses from the two. You leave the messages sit for a little while longer before you respond.
You: Have you done something that deserves something special, Jinnie?
Jin: Jungkook’s only been whining!
Jin: Why does that deserve something special!
Jin: If anything, I should get something special because I’m trying to calm him down.
You let Jin continue to rant for a few more minutes before sending a picture you’d taken the other night of you wearing only Jin’s shirt, unbuttoned and covering you just enough to be enticing and teasing.
Kookie: Noonaaaaaaaaaaa
Kookie: We can’t come over tonight :(
Jin: This seems more like punishment than something special
You: You boys should be resting if you’re working so much. Good night~
You tuck your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the few final vibrations from the pair. You sink further into the cushions, sipping at your drink and idly watching the masses enjoy your club.
When closing finally rolls around and all your employees have been seen safely out the door, you head to your office to finish up your final few tasks. You sit at your computer, letting the numbers run, looking over the security camera feeds in your boredom. You’re about to turn away when something on the camera to the backlot catches your attention. You squint, scrutinizing the shadows, trying to figure out what about the image seemed off.
Your computer dings that it’s done and you deem that it must’ve just been an animal scurrying by the camera that you saw. Focusing back on the computer, you finish up your last few tasks and with a sigh, you shut your computer off. You gather your things and give one last sweep of the office before flicking the light off and heading down the short hall to the back door. You slip out, turning to face the door to lock it.
As you pull your key out of the door, you feel a presence approach from behind you. This must’ve been what you thought was an animal on the camera. You take a deep breath, preparing to charm whatever unfortunate person has thought you’d make an easy target. If you were being honest, you were kind of excited to deal with whoever thought they could prey on a woman. Their scent, however, makes you freeze. And a second later a smirk pulls at your lips.
“Hello, Namjoon.”
You hear a faint growl and then your pushed flush against the door with a hand against your back. Your hands come up to give a testing push to see if he’ll let you go or move at all and your met with complete resistance. He leans in, hand still firmly planted and you feel his breath against your ear.
“I want you to leave.” He hisses.
You grin. “Aw, but Joonie, I was trying to, but you stopped me.”
His other hand grabs hold of your hair and tugs your head back and you bite back on the moan that threatens to come out. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
You pout, taking advantage of the new position he’s put you in to look at him. His hair is an ashy blond now, styled meticulously and parted off his forehead. His eyes are dark, jaw clenched tightly and when your eyes meet, he’s quick to dart his gaze away in favor of glaring at the door. You hum and lean a little into the hand he still has fisted in your hair.
“But you use to love it so much when I called you that.” You tease, blinking up at him innocently.
His gaze shifts back to you and hardens. “Yeah and you lost all fucking rights to do that a long time ago.” He shoves your head forward and you’re suddenly blinking at how close your face is to the door, nose nearly touching the metal. “I want you to leave Seoul. Leave Korea. You have no place here. You will only bring trouble like you always do and I will not let my boys get caught in the crossfire of your shit.”
You snort. “One, they’re also adults and supernatural ones at that. It’s not your business to deal with them once they’ve learned to control themselves. You can’t just shelter them like this forever. That’ll only end poorly. Two,” You twist around to face him, the hand on your back falling as you do but his hold on your hair remains firm. “You don’t get to dictate where I fucking live. I’ll live where I choose and when I choose too. If you have such a problem with that then you can go ahead and fucking leave yourself.”
He looks startled by your sudden turn, then seems to register your words and his face grows pinched. “It is my business if you’re going to get them killed. You present an issue to their safety and if you think I’m just going to stand by while their safety is at risk because you’ve decided that this is the newest place for you to whore around, then it is definitely my fucking business.”
You stare at each other for a long moment. You wonder why he has such a sudden attachment to the others, especially since two of them have already shown that they don’t believe him and don’t particularly trust his judgement, at least where you’re concerned. You also wonder if this is the first time he’s allowed himself to get attached again and if that happens to be the reason why he’s so fierce to protect them from you. You think that he must’ve spent a few very lonely centuries and your chest tightens with guilt.
You swallow past the feeling, letting a smirk stretch your lips again as you step closer to him, chest pressing to his. “You never use to have a problem with me, as you so kindly put it, ‘whoring around’,” You purse your lips, looking away for a moment in faux thought. “Not that I can particularly ever remember whoring around when I was near you.”
“It’s all you care about. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.” He snarls, moving forward until you’re pressed between him and the door.
You lick your lips and notice how his gaze flicks to the movement of your tongue. You bite your lip, hands pressing to his stomach and slowly running up to his chest. You feel him tense beneath your fingers but he makes no move to shake your grip off. You play with the edge of his jacket, looking over his choice of clothes for a moment.
“All black, hm? Kinda playing up the creepy, lurking vampire, aren’t ya?” You tease, meeting his eyes again.
Something flickers across his face but before you can decipher what, his expression has already hardened. Before he can respond though, you tighten your hold on his jacket and yank him down for a hard kiss. He freezes instantly and you leave your lips pressed together for a moment before you let out a chuckle, pulling back just enough to speak.
“I know you can kiss better than that, Joonie.”
You feel him twitch, likes he’s fighting with himself over what to do and you surmise that he most likely is debating what to do. You think about pushing out just enough lust to distract him so you can leave, but you’re too tempted to stay and see what he’s going to do on his own. You can see his jaw clench again and then he’s kissing you with such force that if it weren’t for the hand still on the back of your head, you’d end up with a wicked bruise there in the morning.
Namjoon kisses you like a man starving, you feel wholly consumed by the rage that vibrates through him as he ravishes your mouth. His tongue pries your mouth open and you feel you can’t do much more than try to keep up as he devours you. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as he finally pulls back, leaving you breathless and a little dazed.
His eyes are dark, full of the promise of danger and, to your utter delight, lust. “I fucking hate you.” He grits out.
You give him a coy smile, pressing your hips forward and eliciting a hiss from him as you press against his growing erection. “I don’t detect any hate here.”
His jaw works and he stops your hips by pinning them to the door with his own, his cock pressing against your clit through the layers of fabric you both wear. You let out a moan and Namjoon’s remaining restraint seems to finally snap. His hand tightens once again in your hair, this time though is so he can tug your head to the side as he lavishes attention across the newly exposed stretch of your neck, nipping harsh marks as he goes that he only briefly soothes with sweeps of his tongue. His free hand slips under your shirt to pinch your nipple.
“Nothing to say now, slut?” He growls, pushing your shirt and bra up to have better access to your breasts.
His free hand gropes at your breasts as he continues to leave marks along your neck. You squirm, slipping your hands into Namjoon’s hair to try to direct his mouth lower, but he is unmoved by your attempts. He bites harshly at your neck and you feel blood well to the surface. He pulls back to level you with a look, blood smear across his lips.
“Do you really think you’re in charge here? You’ll get whatever I feel like giving you.” His voice is low and threatening and you feel yourself clench at the words.
He watches you almost passively, waiting to see if you have anything else to say. You swallow and chew your lip. You’re sorely tempted to continue to egg him on, but you know if you push him too much that this won’t end in a fun way. He smirks at your silence and undoes the button on your pants then slowly tugs the zipper down as well.
“So you do know how to shut your mouth.” He muses, seemingly mostly to himself.
You have a retort on the tip of your tongue but any words you were about to say escapes you as his fingers start probing along your slit. He gathers some of your wetness then tugs his hand free from your pants. He holds his fingers up between the two of you, observing them curiously.
“You’re so wet already.” He gaze meets yours. “Always such a slut, huh? Always just ready to give it up to whoever?” He turns you around and you gasp when your bare front is pressed against the cold, unforgiving metal of the door. His breath hits your ear as he speaks again and a shudder rolls through you. “Even ready for someone who hates you to fuck you.” He pauses, pressing his erection against your ass. “You disgust me.”
You smirk, turning your head slightly so he can see the amusement on your face, knowing exactly what needs to be done to egg him on. “If I’m disgusting, what’s it say about you that you’re going to fuck me, hm?”
He turns your head forward forcefully and the silence of the alley is disturbed by the resounding smack he lays on your ass. You moan, letting your head fall back as you push your ass out. He snorts derisively at your reaction to the spank.
“God, of course a whore like you would like that.”
You giggle. “Aw, Joonie, I’m hurt. Are you saying you didn’t remember that I liked being spanked?”
The slap this time falls on the other cheek, much harder than the first one. You let out a pleased hum and you can practically feel Namjoon’s irritation rising again. He pauses then, his hold on your hair keeping you from looking behind you to see what he might be thinking about. Then his hand is sliding back into your pants, his fingers quickly finding your clit. You gasp, surprised and a little unsure of what to do, you hadn’t anticipated this. He rubs circles around your clit a few times before his fingers move lower and he slides two inside, hooking them immediately to find your g-spot.
His fingers quickly pick up speed rubbing against your g-spot. His thumb once again finding your clit and his lips find an unmarked space on your neck to mark up. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it slut?” You hum an affirmative. “You wanna come, slut?”
You nod and Namjoon chuckles darkly against your neck. The sound should worry you and somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should be on your toes, but Namjoon’s fingers are quickly pushing you towards orgasm. You tense, feeling your peak closing in and just as it’s about to crest, you’re suddenly left with nothing at all. You whine as Namjoon removes both hands from you and takes a step back.
You glare at him over your shoulder. “What the fuck?” You spit out.
Namjoon gives you a smug grin. “Sucks not getting what we want doesn’t it, slut?”
You pout, wiggling your ass at him a little. “Joonie,” you coo.
He presses a hand between your shoulder blades. “God, I wish you would just shut the fuck up.”
“Fuck me and find out if I will.” You taunt.
He surprises you with two more sharp smacks to your ass, one on each cheek, and the pleasant burning sting blooms across your cheeks. Then he quickly tugs your pants, along with your panties, down your thighs. He delivers two more harsh smacks, harder than the others and you feel your ass burning, just barely pushing into being too painful. You hear him undo his buckle and then the rustle of fabric. Then he’s pressing his bare cock against your ass. You moan and Namjoon spanks you again.
“Shut up. I don’t want to fucking hear you.” He grunts and you chew your lip to muffle any noises.
He lazily grinds his cock against your ass and you fight the urge to squirm or say something. After what feels like hours of his teasing, he finally positions himself at your dripping entrance and fully sheaths himself in one swift thrust. You gasp as Namjoon quickly starts a punishing pace, accompanied by smacks to your ass every time you get too noisy for his liking.
“Joonie…”
You half expect to get slapped again for going so far as to moan his name. What you don’t expect is for him to reach around and wrap a hand around your throat. You gasp and his fingers tighten.
“I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to rip your panties off and stuff them down your throat.”
Your mouth hangs open and you feel dizzy at the sudden lack of blood flow. Namjoon continues to thrust and when he deems you’ve had the time to consider his threat, his fingers loosen, though they remain in place as a reminder. Namjoon shifts and his cock now rubs perfectly against your g-spot with every thrust. You can feel the moan threatening to spill from your lips and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth to smother it.
Namjoon presses a smirk to your neck. “What a good, slut.” He coos, voice tinged with a hint of mocking. “I suppose you deserve a reward for finally behaving.”
You shudder and nod frantically. Namjoon’s hand tightens a little around your throat again as his other one slide down to rub at your clit and you’re suddenly really glad that Namjoon’s hand on your throat is restricting your sound as much as your blood flow because the stimulation has you ready to sob.
His hand loosens again and his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Come, you slut. Come all over my cock like the cock hungry little whore we both know you are.” Your whine is cut off by his hand tightening again and tears prick at your eyes. “Come for me, Y/n.”
You orgasm rushes through you at the use of your name and Namjoon releases your throat to tilt your head to the side and sink his fangs into your neck. You sob as he feeds, his saliva doubling the sensations coursing through you as his fingers keep working. Your hands feebly push against the hand working your clit, trying to get him to stop when you become too sensitive. He ignores all of your attempts and tears drip down your cheeks as a second orgasm pulses through you.
You gasp in relief when his mouth and hand finally release you but it’s short lived because he grabs hold of your hips and starts pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm now. You moan as he uses you and every time his hips meet your sensitive ass, it sends a delightful mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you. And a few more hard thrusts later his hips stutter and you feel him emptying himself inside you. He groans, forehead resting between your shoulder blades while he takes a moment to catch his breath.
Finally he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, you feel his come start dripping from your abused hole. Namjoon roughly tugs your pants back up over your bruising ass and you hiss as the rough material is dragged across your skin. He spins you around to face him and tugs your shirt back down then grips your jaw roughly.
He levels you with such a look of indifference and disdain that it makes your heart hurt a little. “Stay the fuck away from my boys. I don’t want to fucking see you again.”
And with that he turns and disappears back into the night. You stare after him for a moment in a daze. You stay leaning against the door, trying to wrap your head around the conflicting emotions coursing through you. A part of you wishes things were different with Namjoon, things never should have gotten this bad between the two of you. Your phone buzzes then and you snap yourself out of your thoughts before they venture somewhere you blocked off long ago. You tug it out to read the message that lights up the your screen and your stomach twists with something like guilt.
Kookie: Noona! Namjoon hyung went to the studio for the night. Can me and Jin hyung come over??
Hello!! :D Can I request Edgar crushing on reader who is the sweetest and affectionate person ever? Really bubbly and kind and optimist and... Just the opposite of him actually. Reader and him spend a lot of time together since theyre best friends, and Reader always gives hugs and gifts to him.
I always thought Edgar needed someone sweet and kind in his life
🎧 ─ The first time you met: Entering the oceanarium with your friends, you didn't think it would be so easy to get lost and hard to find in this place. Wandering pointlessly among the aquariums, you finally strayed to a bench. There was already someone sitting on it, a young guy doing something on his phone. Coming closer, you sat down next to him, tucking the elbows of your hands into your knees and running your hands over your face while exhaling, propping your chin up with your hands, you looked at the place where you stopped, where every window showed fish, stingrays and small sharks swimming in different directions, a type of flora that decorates the bottom of the aquarium.
Still your gaze shifted to the figure sitting next to you. Studying your neighbor on the bench, you could see that he was dressed in light black jeans, a black sweatshirt with red print on the chest and sleeves, he was also wearing a scarf with alternating purple, white stripes, his hair was bangs on the side and a shaved temple. Feeling you looking at him, he turned and looked directly into your eyes, confused, you stared at each other, no one trying to break the visual contract. Soon the voices of your friends reached you. One of your friends showed herself in the doorway and she beckoned you to go already. You got up from the bench and turned to the guy who was staring at you, you smiled and waved goodbye and ran back to your company.
🎧 ─ The second time you met: At the concert your friend had invited you to, you weren't particularly interested in such artists, but you couldn't refuse his begging gaze. Walking over to the column so you wouldn't bump into the people so much, you leaned against the cold quartzite, looking out at the dancing crowd.
After standing still for a few minutes, someone in the crowd bumped into you, turning around to see who it was, you were surprised to see a guy who was already wearing a t-shirt with the band's initials on it, who had been at the oceanarium. He apologized for pushing you and you continued chatting about various topics. When the concert was over and it was time to leave, a friend picked you up to take you home. You said goodbye again.
🎧 ─ The third time you met: The weather forecast didn't promise rain in this heat, but nature was unpredictable. You weren't prepared for this weather and got caught in the rain, but you ran into the first store you could find and tried to squeeze water out of your sweatshirt. You went to the girl at the checkout counter and asked for a towel to wipe yourself off. A girl with pearly white hair walked into the room behind the cash register and started cursing at someone for no helping she finding things instead of loitering.
After leaving the room the girl handed you a towel and a warm plaid, thanking her you wiped your face and threw the plaid over yourself. There were no customers waiting for in this weather, so she started a conversation with you to relieve the boredom of the day. The conversation revealed that the girl with the pearly hair was called Colette. Colette again decided to excommunicate herself to the room to fetch drinks.
Idly you started looking around the gift store, you didn't notice a new face come out of the room. He was surprised to see you.
Standing there like a statue until Colette appeared behind him with two cups of n/d. She started complaining about the young guy for standing in the middle of the road, you returned your gaze to the guys. Your gaze fell on the same guy from the oceanarium and concert, already wearing a similar looking red vest as Colette's. Perplexed, you began to stare at each other again, until the woman who entered spoke up, asking: “Do you two know each other?”. After clarifying the situation that you had accidentally started bumping into each other, Colette laughed at Edgar's flushed face.
Handing the second mug to you, she continued to torment Edgar with questions, joking at him about why he was silent about you. When the rain stopped and it was almost evening, you were getting ready to go home, you and Edgar were already outside talking about this and that, and Colette was still working on something in the store.
When she came out you went straight down the road. When you got Colette to where her house was, you and Edgar continued on your way. Before he left you, he finally got your phone number.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
🎧─ Edgar wasn't used to this kind of interaction; Colette was tactile, but that was when she was over-emotional, and he didn't have any contact with anyone else. Gradually, he initiated the hugs, the meetings.
🎧─ He carefully stored each of your gifts on some shelf or had a closet set aside for them.
🎧─ You got paired clothes but differed in color but not in print, text & etc
🎧─ He was always amused by your silly side of you, worrying only about your health, in case something happened while you were fooling around.
🎧─ Any celebration becomes lavish in terms of organization, guests do not invite too many, only loved ones.
🎧─ It started with a simple fooling around with pillows. You sprawled out on the couch with legs dangling and him sitting half lying down, you were trying to catch your breath. He turned to check on you as he looked at you and your disheveled state, he didn't know what made his heart start pounding so fast, was it from running or...?? Edgar shook his head quickly, fighting the thoughts away.
🎧─ For days he couldn't help thinking about you. Your caring and optimistic nature, your smiles and looks only beckoned to him. He liked it when you spent time with him. He started noticing all sorts of little things in your behavior, habits, favorite songs, movies, things, weather, food and more.
As he spent his days together, he grew more and more attached to you. His feelings only grew, but he didn't know what to do with them without denying them. What you feel? How would you act if he told you about his? Only burying his face in his pillow every night and frowning at his foolish behavior.
But what was unexpected was that in one of your moments of joy when he gave you your favorite merch, you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, he hadn't noticede this before at your behavior, but you continued to coo about the gift, not noticing his dumbfounded reaction. It took him a moment to come to his senses, but he remained silent.
Edgar didn't pay attention and continued to spoil you. But he didn't even notice that he became “touchy” and defensive after that.
🎧─ Your meetings became longer, you wanted to stay close to each other under any pretext. Not visible to other eyes, you cared for each other, whether it was tucking in your curls, fixing your clothes that had risen, sharing a scarf in windy weather, sharing a meal for two, but only longing glances were seen by the others.
🎧─ When someone tried to meet you. You said you weren't interested and wanted to leave, but the person wouldn't let you, you noticed Edgar coming out of the store and ran to him, grabbed his free hand and dragged him in the opposite direction. Leaving that man in a stupid state.
🎧─ Griff and Colette were sick of seeing Edgar's battered look at work and so they told him to do something...
request: 2/3
first meeting outfit
If I keep writing this, it's never going to stop, I'll leave it at this point
Heya!! May I please request some HCs of a reader looking after Draco when he was younger? Or at least him seeing them like a parental figure of some sort? Sorry if it's a little too specific, I just get so much cuteness aggression from this lil guy like LOOK AT HIMMM <333 (This part's platonic btw!)
If not you can just do HCs of Draco and the reader as childhood friends (That part can be platonic or romantic, it don't matter to me)
AWW he looks like a puppy 😭😭
🎸─ Keeping track of a hyperactive child is a hassle, so you've had to tie their hand on a rope to you or grab their hood when they try to run away.
🎸── He'd eat anything you cooked. Not very picky about food in general.
🎸─ When he was being naughty someone would try to catch him and scold him, he would constantly run and hide behind your back, making faces at whoever complained to you about him.
🎸─── Even though you didn't take it out on him, you tried to show him that some of his actions weren't very good, it was better to do things differently and apologize. It wasn't always obvious that he was listening, but Draco absorbed every word you said and made notes for himself.
🎸─ If he doesn't know what to do in a particular situation, he comes to you and asks for some advice.
🎸─ When you praised Draco for completing an errand or just spoiled him, it was like he would brighten up and bounce around you happily chirping and his accomplishments.
🎸─ Over time, he started to look up to you. He started to spend more time with you, started to help you.
🎸─ Trying to return all your care doubly so, knowing how much time you spend on him and keeping everything afloat. Doing some ordinary things, carrying your bags, making tea/coffee, a sandwich.
🎸─ Spending time with you on walks tries to remember all the details of the day.
🎸─ For a period of time he was afraid of thunderstorms, he tried to look like someone who wasn't afraid in your eyes, but flinching at the sound and refusing to let him sleep with you until the weather calmed down, he still ended up snuggled against your side under the covers after a while.
they have known each other for a long time, They may be dead but that doesn't separate them, Married or not, they spend time together singing in harmony and taking care of the children (Gus and Shade).
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ At first, after the accident, Gus took your side, openly angry at Chuck for his misdeed.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus still preferred to while away the time with you.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Over time, he got used to his presence.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Later, Shade joined you. He was more friendly and open.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus began to jealous the fact that Shade also spent time with you.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ They fought for your attention at every opportunity.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Caring for each other brought you closer together.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Chuck taught them to play various board games.
ㅤI wanted to post this earlier, but I thought I'd better still look for something for content, but I didn't find anything interesting and left it as is.
ㅤHow is your last week of January going?
⚔️ ─ Kenji was ready physically, but not mentally. Like most you wanted to have a family with a mini version of you running around. But he had no idea what to do next.
⚔️ ─ He doesn't care what gender your child is, he will cherish and spoil him anyway.
⚔️ ─ At first, when it was just you getting harder to walk and weakness set in, he would try to stay close by so that nothing would happen to you.
⚔️ ─ After he took you home from the hospital, he was still following you around like a lost puppy. The only way to get him away from you was by force.
⚔️ ─ Even more recently, he was able to leave you, not only because of work, but also because you insisted that you could do without him, and if something happened, he would be the first to know (after the doctors.)
⚔️ ─ Kenji is always happy to help you with the baby, after all, he is his too. He's always hanging around the baby, and when he's sleeping, he'll rest with you or do things around the house.
⚔️ ─ Carving. This man is good with knives, so he likes to make homemade toys for his kid. A jack-of-all-trades, so he might even have made a piece of furniture or two.
⚔️ ─ You know those sticks with bells or mice for cats/dogs? He would grin and giggle as his child crawled after a mouse on a stick.
