#I feel like he'd get zoomies

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I originally wasn't gonna post this but I have nothing to post so heres my pandemonium design

Pandemonium with a sebastian-esque body

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

good kitty

Dave York x f!reader | wc: ~2k | explicit, mdni | ao3

summary: Dave wants a cat but ends up with you. his favorite thing to do? letting the kitty drink fresh cream.

warnings: smut, no y/n, established relationship, d/s dynamics, pet play-ish, soft dom!Dave, dick pronouns, handjob, a sprinkle of cock and balls worship, a dash of spit play, petnames (kitty, duh, baby x1), cum play, cum eating, daddy kink

a/n: i'm back on my Dave bullshit, let me hear you say wayo. btw i am the kitty in question, in case anyone wondered. forever grateful for @guiltyasdave's help and beta, she, too, is the kitty in question <3

His apartment felt awfully empty with no wife and kids around. It did not only feel empty but also lifeless, loveless. So Dave thought about a pet. He needed something more self-sufficient than a dog.

Maybe a cat then? He half heartedly started walking down the path of getting a pet and at a crossroad he stopped. It was either adopt a cat from the shelter or take home that cute girl that works at the shelter.

He chose you. You're so much better than a cat but unfortunately not as self-sufficient. You demand a lot of attention. And care. And reassurance. Yet he loves coming home now. Loves finding you in his apartment, giddy from whatever mischief you got yourself into that day, happy to see him again, hungry for every ounce of attention he is offering you.

He always thought he'd be more of a dog person, concerning every aspect of pet keeping. Snapping his fingers, whistling, a scoffed command and a dog obeys. They love to serve their master. A cat? Not so much. 

Snapping his fingers at you only makes you roll on your back and yawn. Whistling to get your attention only gives you zoomies and giggly fits. Trying to discipline you lets you hiss and shove glasses off the table. Pushing you off his chest to get up lets you sulk and brood.  

You are a handful. Two handfuls really and Dave is amazed by the patience he can muster for you. He is convinced that you need a spanking every single day but that would just make you leave. And it would turn his apartment into a life- and loveless space again. He has to become a cat person for you.

That's how Dave slowly learns to appreciate the big and small joys you bring him. The scratches on his back. Your pretty mews. The grace with which you arch and bend and stretch for him. Around him. 

He loves when you busy yourself with your favorite toys. Like his zipper. Up, down, up, down it goes the moment he sits down on the couch. Dave doesn't know who trained who because the moment one of your fingers disappears in the gaping fly he feels himself twitch. Every single time. And when you paw at him, curious as ever about what wondrous thing might be hiding inside of his pants this time, he feels himself swell and grow hard. Every. Single. Time.

And every time you look up at him then - with your eyes wide and your mouth agape - he feels special and truly wanted.

“You've been good today? Been a good little kitty?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

You nod your head eagerly and muffle an of course into his palm when he cradles your face in his hand.

“That so?” He gently pinches your earlobe, just to draw one of those adorable hisses out of you.

You hiss - like always - and he smiles.

“Behave yourself. Only good kitties get a reward.”

With a smooth movement you slide off the couch and end up kneeling, nudging his legs apart just a little more. Perhaps he was successful with training his precious pet, he thinks while he is shifting to the edge of the couch. You're already pawing at him again, slightly grazing over the button of his pants.

Dave tuts, “Ah ah ah, what did I tell you about being respectful?”

“Please,” you grumble, clearly not caring about being respectful at all. Until he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives you a little shake.

“Try again. Or you're going to bed tonight without the treat.” He shakes your chin again before he leans closer, looking down to you. “And you want your treat, right?”

“Yes, please,” you answer, sounding more convincing now. You really do want that treat. You fucking love that treat. You lick your lips, your eyes flicker down to Dave’s inviting looking bulge right in front of you. “Please, can I take him out and touch him? I'll be good, I promise.”

“That's better,” he hums and leans back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Go get Daddy's dick. You can have him.” He thrusts his hips upwards, just enough to make you lick your lips again. Such a hungry little thing. “Make Daddy proud. Show him how good you are at playing with him.”

You don't need more permission than that. With practiced moves you peel layer after layer of fabric away to uncover your favorite toy. He is already hard enough for you, slightly curved, the dim light of the room catching on the tiny spot of wetness right on top. 

You tap Dave’s cock with a finger, smiling when he swings a little. Your hand wraps around the shaft and squeezes until he throbs and Dave grunts. It's your favorite game, to make Daddy's cock bounce and bob and throb and leak. You shuffle closer, the carpet biting at your knees but you don't mind it. Slightly bent forward you open your mouth and let your saliva drivel onto him. But it's not nearly enough to start jerking him off. You whine, the frustration carved between your brows as you look up at Dave.

“I need your help, please,” you say, smearing your drool over the blunt head of his dick. "Please?"

He groans at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, your mouth wide open for him. One of these days you might kill him with how perfect you are. He leans to the front with one hand reaching out to hold your head still.

“There you go,” he husks and spits into your mouth. “What a considerate little kitty I own.”

His warm spit tastes so tempting that you are considering swallowing it. But he wouldn't like that and probably not let you have your treat. So you roll it around on your tongue instead before carefully drooling everything all over his cock. 

You're not allowed to take him into your mouth, that's only for when you've been extra good. But his balls, daddy likes those being licked. And while you slowly start spreading your mixed saliva with a few lazy strokes you also nuzzle his balls. Another one of your favorite games, to feel Dave squirm every time you make his balls tighten and move and shrivel. You give them a kiss - each one gets its own - and a few kitten licks.

“You smell so good, Daddy,” you murmur and look up at him from beneath your lashes, licking his balls again, this time with your tongue flattened.

Dave knows he probably doesn't smell too good after 12 hours in the same briefs. But he found himself a special little kitty, one that seems to really like him. Or is perverted enough to enjoy a pair of sweaty balls. Perhaps it's both.

“You think so?” He exhales through his nose and bites back a groan when you try to suck him into your mouth.

“Mhmm,” you hum with Dave’s one ball now in your mouth and your hand moving up and down his cock. You know how he likes it: first firm, slow strokes, then faster pumps of just the upper half, twisting and flicking your hand over his pretty tip until Dave’s hips twitch and he starts hissing.

You are doing him in today. Usually he is good with holding back and letting you have your little fun with him. But not today. You are getting too good at this, your hands working him good, both hands now. He can barely hear the obscene slurps coming from you over the squelching pumps and his own groans. You suck harder on his balls, now that they start to tighten and announce the inevitable. 

Dave can see that line grow between your brows as they knit together. You know it too, playtime will be over soon. You don't like that, and just when you're thinking about complaining Dave snarls.

“Don’t. You promised to be… fuck… promised to be good,” he says through gritted teeth. Your hands slow down - just a little bit - and Dave bucks into your tight fists. “You’re going to make Daddy cum. Is that-...” One of his big hands pushes you back into his crotch when you were just pulling back. “... understood?” 

He feels your head bob up and down, your mouth already latched onto his balls again. You whine against his spit-wet balls - mouthy as ever, Dave thinks and pulls you a little deeper between his legs. 

“That's a good kitty. Nice and…” He cuts himself off with a grunt when you find the perfect pace and pressure with your hands. Christ, he's going to cum so hard.

You jerk him off meticulously now. Your eyes are fixed on his face, each one of the little twitches and snarls he can’t hold back have you rutting against nothing. Each one of his moans and hissed fucks lets you answer with a needy mew, your hips rocking back and forth in the same rhythm as your hands pump him.

Dave loves it, to have you reduced to this wanton, needy grown woman. He'd let you have a pillow to hump, but you gave him too much attitude. You will have to learn the hard way: no respect, no release. For you at least. Because he is right there.

“Ready for a treat from Daddy?” A sheen layer of sweat shimmers on his forehead when he husks the words out. You nod your head again, letting go of his balls and open your mouth, ready to jerk Dave’s cum right into it.

“Not like that,” he chuckles and it sounds a little mean. “Off,” Dave commands, the urgency clear in his voice and the speed with which he takes over and fucks his fist.

You love it, to be able to make him moan. To watch him jerk himself off right in front of your open mouth is a close second though. You clamp your thighs together, squirming on your knees, ready to feel Dave cum all over your face. One of your hands cradles his balls and gently tugs and squeezes them.

“Fuck, that's perfect,” Dave growls and with a few hard jerks he tips over the edge. Your eyes are shut tightly, expecting to feel spurts of hot cum landing on your face. But there's nothing, just Dave panting and grunting and the unmistakable squelches of him milking himself. Hell, you can smell him. You blink your eyes open only to feel your pussy ache even more at the sight before you.

Dave jerks his load into his free hand, it’s a bit messy, running between his fingers, but most of it sits in the palm of his hand, warm, opaque, thick. He loves coming in your mouth, loves to feel you sucking him dry. But every once in a while he likes to handfeed you.

“C'mere,” he rasps and holds his cupped hand out for you. “Daddy’s got your treat.”

A choked whimper comes from you, your tongue slowly sticking back out until you feel the warm cum on the tip of it. You pull it back into your mouth, mewing when the first note of saltiness spreads in your mouth.

“I know, baby,” Dave croons, still stroking himself. “Be good and drink up. Daddy really made an effort for this, hm?”

“Yes, thank you,” you whisper and look at him as if he just gave you your favorite thing in the world. Then you lower your head even more, your pink tongue dips back into his cum before it disappears in your mouth again. The quick, rhythmic lapping and slurping sounds fill the space between you and Dave, accompanied by your quiet purr.

“Such a good kitty for me,” he sighs softly while he watches you drink from his hand.

Clear droplets gather at the edge of your chin, glistening before falling back into his palm. After more sips, you start licking his hand clean, then his fingers, making sure to get every single drop. Finally you lift your head, blinking lazily, satisfied, hiccuping.

“No need to be so greedy.” He chuckles, his cleaned palm now cradling your wet chin. He leans in and kisses your forehead. “Daddy’s giving you some more cream tomorrow!”

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[weenwrites]

Headcanons with TFP optimus with a Cybertronian s/o who is smaller than him that is usually timid and keeps to themselves but occasionally will get the z o o m i e s and climb up his frame like a kitten just to look at him wide eye and speak calmly like "Oh hello beloved"

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First time around and most likely very early into the relationship, he would've probably fretted that something was wrong when he'd see you race around, but upon learning that it's just a case of—as you call it—the "zoomies" he offers to go out for a drive or a walk somewhere private to burn off all the energy.

If you take him up on the offer, it's usually just him walking around an area nice and calmly while you run wildly around, bolting here and there, doing circles and whatnot. He doesn't really intend to do any rigorous exercising or even jogging while he's out for a peaceful walk—sometimes he even just sits and watches you race around—it's just the way he enjoys spending his outdoor time, and you've basically run 60+ laps around the entire area while he's still a quarter into his first.

And the first time you began clambering up his back, he was nearly taken by surprise and he very well could've lost his balance and fallen flat on his back, but he swiftly steadied himself. As you pulled yourself up on his shoulder and stared him directly in the eyes, he didn't hesitate to ask if something was wrong, again, but once you explained that no, nothing was wrong, it's just the zoomies, he just nodded and accepted that as fact. But please let him know before you start climbing him like a tree.

But further into the relationship, he'll get so used to it that he won't even bat an eye as he feels you clamber up his leg. He'll hold completely still, or hold onto something for balance if need be, and the moment he sees your figure in his peripheral vision, he'll look at you and respond with a deadpan, "Hello, Y/N."

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Some fanart for @king-candybug-backup’s wonderful story Kill Switch!

I honestly had no idea who sinistar was before this story and he’s a silly goofy looking guy. This is like a first draft for how I see the Sinistar cybug in their amazing story.

Seriously go read it, I’m obsessed

[deeplyshalllow]

Do the gale force soldiers witness Fiyero’s transformation? Or do they leave him tied up and come back for Torture part 2: For Bad in the morning/after a coffee break then panic because

a. someone’s obviously used the clothes of their mostly dead ex-captain to make a creepy scarecrow decoy, suggesting the real Fiyero has miraculously escaped in his underwear,

b. they believe they’ve forgotten where they put him, because there are so many other scarecrows (a frankly ridiculous amount!) already in that cornfield, Fiyero’s body blends right in and it takes all day to check them all and come up unnervingly empty. (Oops! All scarecrows!) Prompting the soldiers to check them all again and again “How could you forget?” “Why did you have to tie a sack over his very recognisable face?” “You told me to?!” “Stop gaslighting me!” Etc

c. free space

d. they did see the transformation and it terrified them so much they scarpered to the nearest pub and drank to forget

a.a. they assume Elphaba has taken their dead guy, wholesale, “What do you even do with a dead prince?” “Bury him I guess,” “Use his bones for evil spells,” “I would put the dead prince in an ornately crafted glass coffin in the woods, so that the Winkies and woodland Animals can pay their respects and gaze upon his beautiful face.” … “Except we beat his face up.” “Yeah we beat his face up.”

I’m suffering the thought equivalent of zoomies I’m so so sorry

Loolll Firstly I got a good chuckle out of Torture part 2: For Bad, so thank you for that!

Honestly I've always thought option D - that they did see his transformation for several reasons:

They're supposed to torture Fiyero "until he tells us where the witch went" and (despite the fact that they do know where Elphaba is by March of the Witch Hunters - I think she's beyond being subtle at that point, and she does have good defences) I just can't believe Fiyero would ever tell them, he'd die first. So I do not think they are done with the torturing when he's transformed.

You have to remember that these are Fiyero's men. Guards who have worked under Fiyero, probably considered him a friend, and all along he has been betraying them and working for the Witch. They are probably not the most pleasant people in the first place and they are angry. I don't think any of them are giving up for a coffee break until he's done what they want and is dead

I actually think she casts the spell pretty fast? Like wishing for his flesh not to be torn and to not be feeling pain when he's beaten, is going to be pretty redundant more than 10 minutes after Fiyero has been captured (like it's obviously long enough for there to be some possibility for him to be "already dead or bleeding" but there's also a chance of his survival)? I imagine she got to the nearest safe place and cast. And Elphaba doesn't even cast the spell for that long before giving up and falling into despair so yeah, I imagine the men see it

They would want the body. There's a lot of power displaying tortured Fiyero to Oz whether it be "look what the Witch did to our beloved Prince" or "look what happens to traitors" it sends a message to the Ozians. I can't imagine them going without it if they can help it (and the fact they do come back empty handed and presumably lie about what happened to Morrible, can't have impressed her much)

Why doesn't the scarecrow get caught later then? I imagine the guards still don't necessarily know he's turned into a scarecrow - I imagine they ran away the moment the freaky magic started happening (and again, lied about the success of their murder when questioned by their superiors). There's also a non zero chance that, when they were taking a stiff drink after it all, Elphaba all "no good deed will i do again" returned to the field, found no Fiyero and the guards drinking (she presumes in celebration) and just burnt them all to death.

Thanks for the question! It was fun to specuate!

[anticidic]

I keep talking about catzai, but cat!chuuya...he'd be such a dapper little fellow, but also capable of organized chaos when he feels like it

Like, he has his particular toys that he enjoys playing with, and Dazai will dangle a fake mouse in front of Chuuya to no avail. Chuuya just stares then looks away and goes back to grooming himself or loafing around

He's not necessarily high maintenance, but he loves structure. If he doesn't have his food ready at 6 am sharp, he'll paw at Dazai's door and sit by it meowing until he wakes Dazai up. Or if the door's open, he'll hop onto the bed and rub his face against Dazai trying to wake him up. And if THAT doesn't work, he'll tickle Dazai's nose with his tail and force him awake with a sneeze

He's a bit of a toebitter (but only with Dazai and because Dazai's dramatic reactions to being nipped on the toes or fingers amuse Chuuya)

Chuuya will come looking for pets and chin scritches only when he wants them, but Dazai will catch that rare moment of hanging out on the couch and cat!chuuya hops up and curls up next to him to keep him company

He likes falling asleep to the motions of having his back stroked and can be a purring machine when he wants to be (before he passes out)

Doesn't get late night zoomies very often, but if he knows there's a critter in the house, he'll plant himself right by a wall and refuse to move from the spot waiting for his time to strike. If he's running through the halls, then he's chasing something, and Dazai doesn't know whether to laugh or cry that he has another mouse that got in

Cat!Chuuya would either be the type to make biscuits in the blankets while he's staring down Dazai to assert his feline dominance or will straight up make biscuits against Dazai because it's comforting and he gets to bother Dazai

[flippinpancakes64]

Would you write about the Cullen's and their first date with the reader

First date with the Cullens

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He pulls all the stops for your first date

He goes the very traditional route

He makes reservations at a really fancy restaurant, takes you to the museum, and then takes you home

He’s a bit nervous tbh

Even though he’s known you for months, he still wants to make a good “first” impression

After the date he takes you back to the Cullen house to meet all of his family for the first time

He tells them to behave beforehand

Mostly Rosalie and Jasper but still

Alice:

She just showed up at your house one day and told you to get in the car

She took you to a pottery studio ❤️

She made a mug and on the inside it said “date me?”

So that was your first date

You didn’t even know it was a date

After that she took you to a flower garden

She made you a bouquet that was literally bigger than your head

She’s not nervous

She knows you’ll love it

Jasper:

Ok so if we’re talking about people who would be nervous

This man’s shaking

He doesn’t let it show though

He shows up at your door to pick you up in a suit and tie holding a bouquet

He takes you on a boat ride on one of Carlisle's little yachts

You both admire the view of the city skyline at night

He brings you food that Esme cooked

Give him a little kiss and see what happens ;)

Spoiler alert he jumps into the water

He needs to calm down after that lol

Rosalie:

It's Kate and Garrett's wedding yay

And this girl you've been like sort of really interested in just asked you to be her plus one

AKA Rosalie

So for your first date with the pretty vampire lady from school you get to fly to Canada to attend a big fancy wedding of even more pretty vampires

yippee

I just want to really stress how quick this is

Like bringing some guy you just met to the family reunion vibes

But anyway

Your first date is spent dancing the night away and chatting it up with all of the vampires there

The Denalis were nice enough to doordash you something

Very stressful first date

But hey at least you'll never forget it

Emmett:

He would try to be so sneaky

Like you would have been talking for a couple of months

And then one day he's like

"Omg you're not gonna believe this but I was walking around town yesterday and someone dropped these tickets! They're for your favorite artist and there's two of them! Would you want to go with me?"

Like you're not sly, sir

But you say yes of course

He picks you up and takes you and you guys have a great time

At the end of the night on the drive back home he makes a guilty confession that he lied and that he actually bought the tickets

You just laugh

Esme:

I feel like she would ask you out to do something disguised as just asking you but really it's a date

She asked you to go do something with her

But it turned out actually being a date

She takes you to the movies and to a big craft fair

She buys you anything you want

Will not kiss you on the first date btw

Sorry that's like a fifth date thing

Carlisle:

I think he wants to do something fun

Like rent out a trampoline park or do one of those flying simulators

Or even an arcade

Like something super fun

But I think he'd choose the trampoline park

And then pay the employees extra to leave the building completely so it's just you two

He gets the zoomies like crazy

He's so fast

And the trampolines make him even faster

And it's so fun when he runs with you

Vampire! Bella:

I think she'd try too hard

She would talk about how nervous she was to Alice and she would take over

Thus leading to a very nice candlelit dinner at the Cullen house

That Bella absolutely hates

She feels stuffy in her dress and she's not having fun

It feels too formal

So like a week later she asks for another first date to try again

This time she does what she wants

She takes you down to the beach to watch the waves and just chat

She packs some food for you and you guys just talk for hours

She thinks she did a better job the second time :)

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

HAZBIN CHARACTERS IF YOU GOT A CAT

This is a follow up to my aninal lover post.

Alastor

Confused as to where you got an actual cat in Hell.

At least it's not a dog.

Will say he doesn't like cats and complain about it getting fur everywhere but constantly has the cat near him while he's boradcasting, idly petting it.

If the cat is a menace and knocks things over a lot, especially while he's broadcasting he's using his shadows to restrain it or throw it out.

He literally makes a shadow cage for it sometimes when it has zoomies and attacks his feet.

Is annoyed with you for laughing and calling it "baby jail".

The cat better be useful and actually hunt the pests around the hotel.

He's feeding it flesh as a treat guys. Just accept it.

Charlie

OMG YOU HAVE A CAT!!! AN ACTUAL CAT!

She wants your cat and Kiki to be best friends.

Buys all of the cat toys. Expensive multi level cat trees. She cooks for it.

If it's not a cuddler, she's willing to suffer dozens of scratches just to hold it.

Has dozens of nicknames for your cat and spoils it all the time with treats.

Vox

Prefers dogs probably, but won't complain about the cat because it's more practical for people who are as busy as you all are.

He's mildly annoyed by all the cat hair everywhere, especially if it gets in his wiring or joints. Is also annoyed because he generates heat and hums from his mechanical parts, so the little shit literally won't leave him alone. It's hard to be an intimidating Overlord when there's a ball of floof on your lap/chest, and it purrs really loud to match your humming.

He swears he doesn't enjoy it, and you can hear him scolding the cat like it's a child whenever it does something, it shouldn't. Also has a kennel/cat carrier made to put the child, he means cat, in timeout. Threatens to feed it to his sharks while he watches it bap the tank glass for hours.

Buys it little ties and suits with his colors and logo on it since the damn thing wants to be with him at all times. If the child (cat) wants to come to meetings it's gonna dress the part. The cat is literally your child with him he just refuses to acknowledge it.

Valentino

Let's go with him not being the type of guy to shoot a pet for being annoying.

At first, Valentino doesn't like it because he just isn't an animal person. Like I said before he likes the idea of them more than actually having one. He does get annoyed with cat hair on everything and the little shit knocking things over.

However, let's say this cat is very sweet and snuggly. I think overtime he'd get used to it and begin to enjoy petting it and snuggling it. Maybe you, him, and the cat, all cuddled up to watch a movie. It helps him relax, especially if the cat is purring. He's also the type to dress it up and take photos with it.

Overall, I definitely think it's still more your pet than his, but he doesn’t hate it, and it does help him a lot, and he enjoys seeing you happy.

Lucifer

Cat dad. Immediately commits to that being your first child together. Like Charlie he will suffer unholy amounts of scratches to pet and cuddle it. Buys it fancy clothes and collars. Cooks homemade food for it. That's how I view it going down no matter where or how you acquired the cat.

However,

Honestly, he's probably the only one where you suggest outright getting a pet and pick out the cat together. You didn't even know an actual normal cat was an option for a pet in Hell, but he surprises you by taking you to some fancy ass place where high ranking demons have collected things from the mortal world and sell them. Running an actual high class, well documented, and strictly maintained cat breeding business, is a cat demon, and you two spend days meeting different litters of kittens and interacting with them in various scenarios to get a feel for their personality.

You guys definitely get a snuggler, because Lucifer really needs as much extra love as he can get. He excitedly tells Charlie she and Kiki are big siblings now and posts dozens of pictures on day one of owning it. You guys have a family portrait with the cat, Charlie, Vaggie, Razzle, and Kiki.

Refers to it as his child when speaking and calls himself dad and you mom (regardless of gender. You're mom)

Alternatively, he's mom and you're the father. He thinks gender norms are bullshit anyway. He can be a mom, he can shapeshift. (Also ya know, he apparently birthed Charlie).

Charlie loves her new feline sibling and brings Kiki and Razzle over to play all the time. It helps her spend more time with her dad too.

Angel Dust

He's a pet mom too! Will bring Fat Nuggets with him to play with your cat.

You guys dress them up and do photo shoots with your cats. Angel has an entire social media account now dedicated just to your cat and Fat Nuggets and eventually the other Hotel Pets.

He likes that both your cat and Nuggets can tell when he's had a bad day, and therefore you can tell. He likes that you can just sit with him in quiet solidarity, or play music, or a podcast, or just talk shit to distract him. He loves Cherri, but her method of getting through stuff is kind of exhausting for him sometimes.

Your voice, a kitty purring (if only it was Husk), Nuggets nuzzling his floof, that's kind of all he needs right now.

Husk

He and the cat just stare at each other, sometimes for hours, just staring. The cat will make little chirps, and he'll do it back if he's not thinking about it.

If the cat hisses at him he hisses back.

Skippity baps. The cat started it, he swears, and he just bapped it back.

Both of them high and catnip with zoomies. So much shit gets knocked down. Alastor strictly forbids Husk to ever get near the stuff again afterwards.

Alternatively, he, Kiki, and your cat, sprawled in a patch of sunlight, and all purring as they doze.

[leeny-leens]

Marauders boys at the Christmas market

I was walking home today and ended up stopping by the Christmas market, my favorite place at this time of the year, and it made me think how some of the HP boys would be like attending it so have fun! Due to the image limit I'm gonna post a second part where it's all Slytherin boys, my lovely darlings <3

Note: this can be seen as platonic or romantic

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, James Potter x Reader, Peter Pettigrew x Reader

Warnings: a lot of fluff, mentions of alcohol

Remus Lupin

I feel like he would've attended one before

maybe not a big or bright Christmas market, but he would've definitely visited one and knows how they are like

when you ask him if he wants to join you, he's happy to indulge you because it's been ages since you've gone somewhere together

the crowds definitely make him tense, he sticks close to you and keeps his eyes on you at all times

he's constantly making sure you don't get lost or something, but even if you did get separated it wouldn't be an issue to find him because he's so bloody tall

definitely checking out all the sweets stands with you

you both end up making a detailed rating list of which dishes and desserts were the best

I feel like he'd have a sweet spot for roasted almonds,I can just feel it they give Remus vibes

like the perfect blend between sweetness from the sugar and the dark rich spices and cinnamon?? the cozy taste that is so uniquely wintery and homey?? Remus Lupin all the way.

He'd be mesmerized by the lights and the way they reflect on your face, his gaze constantly wandering to look at the way your eyes catch the lights when you laugh at something

would grumble at people who keep pushing past you both

he'd walk everywhere you want and despite the teasing, would probably carry anything you buy or win

towards the end of your trip, he'd probably seek a more quiet place to sit down with you and rest

"You okay, lovely?" Remus voice is quiet, yet it floats through the air like the snowflakes above. The noises of the market are muffled, you both had found a quiet corner to finally sit down and get some rest. You take his gloved hand into yours, mindlessly playing around with his fingers while the ghost of a smile plays along your lips. "Yep," you answer "Just a bit exhausted, but it was fun." You finally look at his face, surprised to see he'd been watching you this entire time. Despite the relative darkness surrounding you, there's a soft glimmer in his eyes as he squeezes your hand. "Me too" he breathes out "Let's go again some time?"

Sirius Black

oh he'd be absolutely fucking enchanted

he's never been to a christmas market ever so he's just floored, jaw on the ground while watching it

I feel like he'd straight up short circuit from excitement

the people, the chatter, the smell, the stalls, the food, the games, literally everything about this place would be so incredibly magical to him

he wouldn't even know where to start

he'd Be bouncing from place to place exploring like an excited little puppy having zoomies

despite that he'd still make sure you're close by at all times and doing well

he'd try out every game and would attempt winning stuff for you

I feel like he'd love the shooting games or the duck fishing one

where I live there's a drink specialty called "Glühwein" which literally means glowing wine and my fuck Sirius would love that so much

he'd stare wide eyed, clutching the glass of hot beverage while taking tentative small sips

"This," Sirius declares with a flushed face and a smile that parallels the brightest star in the sky "is the best thing I've ever had!". You can't help but smile softly at his excitement, the way his nose is crinkled and his mouth is pulled into the biggest smile you've seen on him in quite some time. "Muggles are godsend, I'm telling ya sweetheart" he rambles on and on about the Christmas market, all the food and games you've tried so far and you bite down your grin as you tighten your grip around his hand. If having Sirius Back be this carefree and excited by simply visiting a christmas market, you'd take him to a million more for the rest of your lives.

James Potter

I feel like he'd be similar to Sirius, incredibly charmed and enchanted

would be so giddy to watch how the food is made

he'd dart from stall to stall, gushing about all the things that catch his attention

to be honest, that's probably going to be everything there

would ask you a million questions about things and how they work

if there are any rides, he'd drag you to try them out

he'd be amazed at the fact that this entire place is running without magic

"Christmas markets are magical" He breathes out, his breath coming out in tiny puffs. His smile is endearing, impossibly wide and it makes his beautiful brown eyes sparkle like the lights around you. "They're the most magical place after Hogwarts," he exclaims with joy, his hand never once leaving yours.

He'd probably buy a bunch of unnecessary random shit solely because he can

he'd also get a bunch of stuff that he thinks his friends would like

a wooden figurine for himself, sweets for Remus and Peter, some sort of toy for Sirius, perfume oil for Marlene and so on

Peter Pettigrew

I think he'd enjoy the anonymity of it all

the fact that you can just be part of the crowd, no association to anyone at all, and explore to your hearts content

he'd definitely want to try a bunch of different sweets, but maybe be a bit shy and feel like he's just dragging you around

I lowkey HC him as someone who's very into photography, so I imagine that he'd be snapping pictures of everything and everyone

you'd be his biggest muse, with the way the lights dance across your face, the way your nose crinkles when you smile, the way your eyes turn into crescents when you laugh at a particularly bad joke he says

he's taking pictures of you when you aren't looking, but also after a bit he grows more confident and you guys take a million silly pictures together

idk I just think you'd have a good time together, eating the different food and occasionally going off into quiet dark corners to take a break from the overwhelming crowd before going back off into your little adventure

you both would just walk around, enjoying the different stall while also people watching and making random assumptions about the people

"That one looks like three racoons in a trench coat." Your head whips around at the sentence, your eyes wide in shock at what he just said. You think it's a joke, but Peter looks dead serious. "Just look at the coat! No one walks or looks like that," the small smile that tugs on the corner of his mouth betrays the seriousness that drips from his voice, and you both burst into a fit of giggles.

This is my first time sharing something marauders themed aaaa I hope I did well! Feel free to request things, I'm trying to get the blog up and running as I hyper focus on those lovely boys. I'm more of a Slytherin girl, but they have a soft spot in my heart <3

[meadowfics]

what kind of cars does the kang family has?what kind of car we have?what kind of car does Daeho has?

i just saw the new trailer for yadang and those scenes of Ha-neul in that sexy ass car and his long hair got me wondering if Daeho has a Dilf-y car…with two pink car seats in the back😂

OUUUUUUU great ask!!! I loved writing this one enjoy <3

your family has never been one for extravagance, not even with all the money tucked away in the bank.

some things, well... some things are worth the indulgence.

daeho has two cars, and if you were to ask him, he'd say both serve entirely different purposes. one for family and one for fun.

the first is the one you all rely on most... a luxury suv.

it is sleek and black with tinted windows, its spacious interior easily housing two vibrant pink car seats in the back.

one for seo-ah, still small but growing, and the other snugly fitted for baby byeol. the leather seats are immaculate, save for the occasional stray crumb from a sneaky snack and the soft imprint of little shoes kicking against the back of the front seats.

it’s impossible to miss the faint scent of apple juice and lavender baby wipes lingering in the air.

seo-ah loves this suv. she insists it’s "daddy's big tiger car," though the only roaring sound it ever makes is when daeho revs it a little harder than necessary, much to your amusement.

the girls always giggle in the back when he does it, as if they’re on a rollercoaster. it’s become a thing... a family ritual during long drives.

then, there's dae-ho's other car. the porsche 918 spyder.

you still remember the way daeho’s face lit up on his birthday, like he was ten years younger, the very first time he slid into the driver’s seat. the spyder gleams under the sun like polished obsidian, the kind of sleek, powerful machine that commands attention.

there are no car seats in that one... it’s strictly for moments when the girls are home with you, or those rare late-night drives where he lets the wind comb through his long hair and forgets, just for a while, about the weight of everything else like his trauma.

"you’re a total dilf," you had teased when he first brought it home, leaning against the garage wall as you admired the glossy curves of the car, "spyder and all."

"just missing the pink seats in the back," he’d joked with a grin, tugging you in for a kiss.

you have cars too!!!

your pride and joy sits snugly beside the spyder, contrasting it in every possible way.

your cherry red 1966 ford mustang.

it’s a beauty and a classic that turns heads just as much as daeho’s porsche does, though for entirely different reasons. its different from the other modern cars you see in korea. your car came from the united states.

the crimson paint practically glows under the sun, polished to perfection every weekend when you find an excuse to tinker with it.

you didn't get it for the engine or the performance. no, you fell in love with the color. that deep, vibrant red that reminded you of something bold. something free.

driving that care it made you feel like a version of yourself that somehow never existed before thanks to childhood trauma. it is a little indulgent? maybe.

however, after everything you and daeho had been through, the car was a symbol of how far you’d come and what you've been through.

seo-ah loves your car on summer days. byeol still needs to experience the nice winds hitting her face on day in the sunlight.

there’s your audi too.

an sq5 in sleek black, your reliable go-to.

this one is all about practicality. it is big enough for grocery runs, daycare drop-offs, and the occasional road trip to see daeho’s family.

seo-ah insists on calling it the “zoomy car” because it’s “fast but not as fast as daddy’s.” byeol doesn't care much yet... she mostly sleeps in her car seat, her chubby little cheeks squished against the side as you drive.

the funny part? despite the cars, you and daeho still find yourselves on the fast trains on the subway more often than not.

it’s a habit neither of you can shake. back when you were barely scraping by, the subway was your lifeline. a small, fleeting bit of peace in the city of seoul that moved too fast.

sometimes, the familiar hum of the train and the rhythmic sway are more comforting than anything a luxury car could offer.

“we could just drive, you know,” daeho had suggested last month when you brought up the idea of taking the train into seoul for a little date night.

“yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” you’d replied, smiling.

“besides, it reminds me of when we didn’t have four cars in the driveway.”

he laughed, agreeing, though the playful roll of his eyes told you he wouldn’t argue.

now, even seo-ah loves the train. she’ll press her little face against the window, her hands leaving fingerprints all over the glass as she watches the world blur by.

byeol, strapped to your chest in her baby carrier, usually sleeps through the whole ride.

the train is about necessity anymore. it’s about nostalgia.

so, yeah. you’ve got the sleek suv with its pink car seats, the flashy porsche that daeho swears is just a “hobby car,” the iconic red mustang that makes your heart race, and the ever-practical audi that fits your family just right.

however, you and daeho love the train the most!

kang family masterlist

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[moonferry]

some sam puppyboy antics because i literally can't get this man out of my head.

* we all know he loves to do the "big dog who thinks they're a lapdog" thing where he will literally demand to be little spoon despite being Massive but please consider: sam with a really strong partner who actually picks him up and sam looks like those pics of huge dogs who aren't used to being held.

* loves i mean LOVES having his hair played with . i feel like he'd just spontaneously combust if you ran your fingers through it or scratched his scalp with your nails.

* gets those big, wet puppy eyes when he really wants something and it's impossible to say no to.

"farmer, can we please get/do [crazy antic]"

"sam..."

"🥺🥺🥺🥺"

"fine."

* he probably gets the zoomies lol. like if he's been working on one thing for too long, the energy just starts to build up and he needs to run around to let out some steam.

* definitely sticks his head out of the bus/car window. he's smiling the whole time, too, like a goober. and then you laugh when he gets smacked in the face by a tree branch or road sign.

* takes up the ENTIRE bed when you leave the farmhouse / it takes you too long to return at night and you just shake your head.

* wants to be super helpful so he follows you around the farm. he'd gladly hold your tools for you.

* literally holds anything you give him without hesitation or question. like you hand him a strange black and red egg? sure why not. anything you need him to hold, he's going to hold it like a good boyfriend.

* likes to receive words of encouragement/praise when he's done something good. "i watered the plants!" "oh, good job, sammy. thanks." ":D"

* little treats are a must. he isn't picky, but if you have him a joja cola or a mini pizza, he would be so happy.

* i think it would be hilarious if the farmer were to do the "dog owner talk" just to tease him like "oh, who's a good boy?! who's such a good boy? that's right, it's sammy-wammy!" he thinks it's hilarious, too, a bit annoying but funny nonetheless.

* he just likes being in the same room as you. it doesn't matter what's going on. he could even be on the other side, doing his own thing, but if you walk in you two could sit in silence and he'd be content.

* very physically affectionate & (if you're okay with it) loves to give you affection any chance he can get.

* i think he does that little excited shake/butt wiggley dogs do when their person comes back. he'd just be like yeaaah!!!! probably does it as a joke, but he's still super excited to see you. i think it would actually translate more into him running to the door and wrapping you into the biggest hug ever.

* nicknames & pet names are what you primarily call him but if he does something particularly stupid you just pull out the "samson."

* i think he'll just go off in the woods for a period of time and come back with a random trinket and then he's like "hi. i found this and i brought it back because i thought it was cool & that you'd enjoy it."

* very accident prone & is always covered in bruises from running into things or getting himself hurt.

* can fall asleep anywhere - even in positions that seem physically impossible or extremely uncomfortable.

* unrelated to the puppyboy thing but adhd sam has my heart.

* if you put your hands near his face, he is going to lick you. i'm sorry. like he has a stray hair and you try to push it out of the way? he licked your hand. it's mostly to annoy you and because he wants to be a little goober

* HOWEVER, if he's feeling very soft, he may smoosh his face into your hands and demand you cup his cheeks . just like *gently holds* yk?

* makes little noises or is constantly quoting things. i think he's a big vocal stimmer.

* loves to show you his favorite things!!! it could be some silly video on his phone or whatever but he'd be so proud of it and immediately want to show it to you.

* he would definitely go play in the mud when it's raining outside. you probably have to hose him down with the gardening hose before letting him back in the farmhouse. which also means you'd have to chase him because he does NOT want to shower

adding to this:

* he loves kisses. like a lot. he will definitely cover your face in kisses any chance he gets.

* loves it when you gently hold his face and give him kisses too. bonus points if you give him forehead kisses. he goes crazy for these and doesn't get to receive them that often bc he's so tall.

[tealfling]

Same anon, uh the ideas aren't anything too crazy or spectacular but they are

Rolan with a tiefling who wasn't raised around other tieflings and has no idea about tiefling biology having Rolan knot in them maybe even during their heat/rut. Potentially with Rolan explaining things to them while talking dirty.

The second is just wild magic resulting in someone getting tied up probs Rolan and misuse of magic continues.

Final one would be him masturbating because he saw Tav get entangled by Jaheria found it hot and he's not handling his pinning well. Maybe even steals a piece of clothing from their laundry basket or their scented body oil to aid him.

Anon, if you were looking at me the screen when I read this you probably would have seen my eyes dilate like a cat about to Zoomies.

So my HCs:

Alright, I'm actually very confident in this first one bc-- that's kinda how my tiefling Sorc Tav Coren is playing out. She's not a virgin, but she's an orphan that didn't grow up around a high population of tieflings. (Her first lover was some smooth d-k half-elf) So the knowledge she has to go on is her own tiefling AFAB body and a gist knowledge of male tiefling bodies-- in the same way you might get a sex education from hearing your friends talk at school. Basically hearing your friends talk about dinosaurs and going to a museum and seeing a dinosaur are two vastly different perspectives.

-> Rolan's insecure and probably shy - especially at the beginning of a physical relationship. But he is a wizard and thusly nothing but a wealth of knowledge. He will make sure his partner is well informed on his equipment and how it works, but I think it would take some time for him to intentionally knot a partner-- especially one that has not experienced it before. He'll take it slow and work them up to it. He's surprisingly sweet like that. And he will ask. He likes clear communication. But when he's comfortable (read: more confident) this can evolve into dirty talk

-> with that said: an established relationship during a rut/heat cycle (these will eventually trigger each other so they're simultaneous) the knot is implied. It's kinda the name of the game. We're talking: mating press, probably marked/bitten, and absolutely stuffed...with his knot of course. Even if they don't want children, they're playing the breeding game. To quote my buddy @faerunsbest LET THEM GET STUCK (btw, I am writing this is my Coren fic)

Now about Rolan being tied up.

-> I see Rolan as kinda up tight with a lot of his issues stemming from feeling a lack of control in his life so I personally don't see him being super comfortable with any sort of bondage. But he might be willing to try it in a trusted established relationship. Idk, I think Rolan on his own is a little too vanilla to explore that on his own

-> I do think he'd be willing to misuse magic. I mean what's the point of spells if you don't use them?? Amiright, Lia?

~Mage Hand, Alter Self, Invoke Duplicity, Darkness, illusion spells- the list goes on. I think the key with these is that they still allow a lot of control on his part. Mage Hand- who couldn't use another hand or two now and then? Alter Self: shorter nails, deeper ridges, no ridges, extra tail, no tail, feathers, various alterations to genitals- endlessly possibilities. Duplicates- self explanatory. Why have 1 Rolan when there could be two? I think he'd be really into watching his partner take him. Then there are the sensory spells...this could go on forever.

Ah, panty thief Rolan. @faerunsbest & crew were posting about that not too long ago.

Highlights: he would, but it would probably be later in his story.

However in Last Light Inn there would have been a wash room where a sweaty post battle Tav could have bathed and lots of opportunity for a particular undergarment to go missing. Along with a Rolan that's hiding off in one of the rooms, desperately fisting himself while holding the garment in question to his face. He didn't realize he was this bad off. This desperate. This is truly a low point for him in his eyes and he's going to probably go into some self degradation bc he's ashamed of himself. He's not going to give it back though.

@faerunsbest @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @barbwillbrb Thoughts?

[ryuzakemo128]

Sorry isn't Enough

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ex-Girlfriend Headcanons

Credit (Dividers) @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Words: 649

Masterlist

(One) He is the one who broke up with you, don't get that one twisted. You were caught cheating on him while he was deployed, and he broke up with you when he got back. He didn't budge, didn't move, told you to pack your shit and go back your pathetic excuse of a boy toy.

Why fight for someone who clearly didn't want to be with me? Why should I have to be the one bending over backwards to do things for you when I know you will never do the same for me?

(Two) The first thing he did was adopt a black cat and named her Mayhem because of all the zoomies she did around the apartment. He bought her a pastel pink collar and a rather expensive litter box, one of those automatic ones.

To think no one wanted you. I understand how that feels. Far, far too well. You will never be alone again. Not while I live.

(Three) He blocked you on all of his social media accounts. He couldn't be fucked to know you anymore. You were Johnny's problem now. The Scottish bastard could keep you forever for all he cared.

Stop trying to call me. I don’t want to fucking to hear it. Shut the fuck up. There isn’t anything you could say to make what you did better. Nothing will make it better, you fucking arsehole.

(Four) He went camping more often now to get out of signal range, to prevent Soap Mactavish from trying to contact him for whatever reason he would conjure up next. It was peaceful out there, with just the rustling of leaves and the occasional howl of a distant coyote. He liked the quiet, the way it allowed him to think without the cacophony of modern life intruding. He'd sit by the fire, watching the flames dance in Mayhem's eyes as she curled up on his lap, purring contentedly.

You’re so small. Yet you make so much noise at three in the morning. You even yell at me if I don’t give you your dinner on time. Perfect. I love your Mayhem, Mayhem.

(Five) Simon put Mayhem through training to become a therapy cat for his PTSD. The VA had suggested it, and at first, he was incredibly sceptical about doing it. She picked up the cues pretty quickly, and soon enough, her gentle nudges and calming purrs became a comfort to him during his darkest moments. She'd sit on his chest and stare into his eyes, unblinking, until he took a deep breath and the flashbacks of his last mission subsided. "Thanks love." he murmured as his breathing eased slowly. "You are the best thing that came out of this fucken mess."

At least I have you. I might not have her. But at least I have you. I love your Mayhem, Mayhem.

(Six) Sometimes he took pictures of the moon, even if no one else saw them, even if no one else got the chance to see him do it. Moving on from you was far more important than jumping headfirst into a new relationship. He doesn't want to make the same mistake he did with you.

He shows off each picture of the moon to his cat. He knows she won’t understand why or understand what she is looking at. He just loves the reaction he gets from her.

(Seven) Soap and You find out heard a rumour he was talking to someone from Russia. A woman named Oksana Ivanova. You got somewhat jealous, even if he wasn't dating someone yet, but the thought of him moving on was like salt in an open wound. You tried to ignore it, but the whispers grew louder, the gossip more intrusive.

“Stop calling me.”

“Don’t bother.”

“I’m trying to move on. You’re making this hard for me. Stop it please.”

All of which he said to you. It took everything inside of him to not cry, yell or scream at you. He knew it wouldn’t do any good for him, you or Johnny.

[thehollowwriter]

*Skerks down the hallway like a cat coming down with zoomies* I heard you were doing Rollo fluff only requests, so I jumped into your ask box IMMEDIATELY. Do you think you could do some bed-time snuggles with him? I just want to cuddle this obviously touched-starved, emotionally repressed twink so bad you don't even KNOW. He'd probably say he isn't touch starved, that he's only does this because you seem to enjoy it, but then we'd wake up the next morning with half his weight on top of us and him clinging like a desperate koala and refusing to let go. No obsession, no sexual undertones, just a depressed man finding solace in a soft bed, thick blankets, and the warmth of another's arms, finding the peaceful sleep he hasn't know for years.

Aaah this is so cute! Thank you for this anon! ^^

Summary: You convince Rollo to get some well needed sleep. Cuddles ensue.

Warnings: None

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

In Your Grasp

The first thing that came to your mind when you laid eyes on Rollo Flamme was "wow, he needs some sleep."

It wasn't an unusual conclusion. Many people thought the same. The intense gaze of his dark green eyes were just as tired as it was intense. His posture and mannerisms, slow and lethargic as they were prim and proper.

Now, the both of you were dating. It was many months after the events of the masquerade and that thought hasn't changed.

Still, after all this time, the large bags under Rollo's eyes remained.

Rollo was a hard worker and a busybody who rarely gave himself a break. He often stayed up late or even all night in order to get whatever he wanted done, whether it be studying, homework, paperwork for his fellow students or chores.

You knew that he avoided going to bed because he struggled to sleep. He had told you once, during a quiet moment together, that simply laying there alone with his thoughts and nothing to distract him led to thinking about his brother, which in turn led to nightmares plaguing the few moments of sleep he did experience.

While you did sympathise with this, sitting on the edge of his bed watching him fight to stay awake and complete his work made you decide it was time to stop him.

"Rollo," You said softly, taking the paper from his hands. "Rollo you need to go to bed. It's late."

Your words were met with a huff and a dismissive hand wave. "I'm not tired. You should go to bed now, though."

"Not tired? Rollo, look at yourself. You're about to keel over. You drifted off at least twice."

At Rollo's silent, almost disbelieving stare, you sighed. "Let me stay here with you tonight. We can lie together until you fall asleep."

There was a moment were Rollo didn't react, his tired brain taking a pause to process your words. When it did, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink.

"T-Together?" He stammered. "My flame, I-I am not sure about that."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him smiling. "It'll be nice. Besides." You gestured to his large bed tucked into the corner of the room. "There's plenty of space so we won't annoy each other."

Rollo, still pink, looked at you, then at the bed, then his work and then at you again. He gazed at the paper in your hands, squinting.

The words looked blurry. His head was fuzzy. His eyes hurt. He felt heavy.

"Alright," He relented with a sigh. "Let me get ready and I'll... I'll join you in a few minutes."

You, already in your pajamas, sighed in relief and gently kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you." You said, moving to nestle under the blankets.

Rollo set his work aside and and began to get ready for bed, his cheeks burning a much brighter red at the thought of sharing a bed with you.

He blinked, staring to the mirror as he removed his make up, a million flustered thoughts whirling through his mind.

Sleeping... together? In the same bed? Next to you and your warm soft self? You, likely to sleep far more fitfully than he ever would?

Surely, you would rather sleep in your own bed? The one you were familiar with in feeling, scent and comfort? Your room wasn't far from his, it wasn't a long trip and he could walk with you.

Rollo was standing next to his bed in his pajamas before his mind caught up with him and the flustered thoughts began to dissipate.

Still red and unsure, he simply stood there with his hands at his sides and his eyebrows furrowed, looking between you and his bed.

After two excruciating minutes, Rollo carefully lifted the black, royal purple and wine red covers and climbed in next to you. He was stiff and awkward in his movement, biting his lip almost as if he was embarrassed.

He lay in his back, and stared at the dark ceiling with exhausted dark green eyes. Stubbornly, they refused to shut long enough to let him sleep, flying open at the images that would flash behind his eyelids.

It was just like always.

Alone, in the oppressive silence of his room, images of his brother and Rollo's own failure to rip magic from the world dominated his psyche, making his breath catch in his throat and his mouth open in a silent gasp.

No... no that wasn't quite right. He wasn't alone. You were right next to him, huddled under the blankets and facing towards.

"Mon chéri," Rollo began before he could stop himself. "May we... talk? Please?"

Please. Anything to fill the dreadful silence weighing down on him, suffocating him. Please please please please please-

"Sure," You said, and he could hear the smile in your voice. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything." It took every bit of willpower Rollo had to avoid sounding as desperate as he felt. "I don't mind."

He could feel your gaze, brimming with concern, burning into you.

"Why don't you tell me about your day?" You asked after a pause. "I remember you looked like you wanted to throttle someone earlier. Who was the poor fool this time?"

Rollo let out a breath and rolled his eyes. "Today was... fine. Things were going smoothly despite that idiot Solomon's best efforts. It's impossible to get anything done when he's always glued to his phone..."

His voice flowed into the silence and was soon joined by yours. You shifted from one topic to another, talking about anything and everything. Rollo hung onto your every word, and you returned the gesture.

Slowly, Rollo shifted closer to you, pressing against you and taking hold of your hand in a tight grip. You wrapped your arm around him and his stiff body relaxed a little, comforted by your touch.

It was late when you realised Rollo had stopped speaking. You looked to your side to find him resting his head on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest gently rising and falling.

You smiled at the sight and gently kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Rollo." You murmured. Your own eyes slid shut and slowly the world began to fade away.

***

Gentle golden beams of sunlight filtering through the curtains caused your eyes to flutter open and blink away the sleep.

Stiff and uncomfortable, you tried to turn over and stretch, only to find you couldn't move. Something heavy was weighing you down.

It took a few moments, but your tired mind eventually registered that it was in fact Rollo keeping you pinned on your side.

Rollo had his face buried in your neck and his arms wrapped around you as tightly as possible. His legs were tangled with yours, the position ensuring he was pressed as tightly against you as possible, holding you as if he were afraid you would disappear.

Despite your discomfort, you hadn't the heart to move him. He looked serene, a rare expression to see on his face. You chuckled and gently threaded your fingers through his short white hair, kissing his temple.

"I love you, Rollo."

......................................

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I got excited writing this, so it'd about 1k words in length urugututur

Tagging: @distant-velleity

[sergeantflick]

More Jegulus/Starchaser Headcanons

• Reggie's animagus is the little Black cat but when transformed, he offen gets the ✨️zoomies✨️ (James teases him with toys or a laser beaming from his wand).

•Reggie is a fast walker.

• James is a hot tea kinda person, Reggie is a coffee person (just like Sirius)

• While James is often warm and walks around shirtless, Reggie is always cold and will use James as his personal heat radiator. Shoving his cold fingers up his sleeves or under his shirt. James notices when he's cold and will hug him tight, wrapping him in blankets.

• Low blood pressure Reggie. He gets dizzy easily.

• James has a thing for technical whimsical handicraft, esp. with wood. He'll build tiny book nooks, filigree figurines, beautifully painted. In their house, he'll have a little workshop and Reggie loves to watch him work.

• Reggie likes to play piano but instead of the classical music he had to learn back at hid family, he now adapts film music or modern interpretations of songs he likes, medleys, etc.

• James only knows how to play the triangle.

•Extravert James loves to socialize, go out,meet people and feel the buzz of life around him.

• Reggie is an introvert, he recharges best around James without talking. Just snug as a bug on the sofa.

• James loves to watch sitcoms and is fully engaged ("No, Reg, see. It's Rachel who asked him first, so technically..."). Reggie I all about true crime and James gets nightmares from the podcasts he listens to.

• Reggie's comfort food is something simple and savory, something he'd rarely get on the Black Household (I'm thinking of beans on toast...)

•Reggie is the gifted burnt out art child really...

• Reggie knows how to convince James: He calls him Jamie, sad puppy eyes, then a dramatic sigh. James knows what he's doing but it works...

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Baldi's Basics Headcanons that will never be canon but are funny to think about because they're living rent free in my brain

Playtime has extreme zoomies, like when something exciting happens she runs all over the walls and ceilings in the schoolhouse so fast not even the Principal could catch her, she's too fast!

Bully only bullies the player and not the other students because if he were to bully Playtime or Arts and Crafters he'd feel bad but with the player he don't care not even a tiny bit.

If the Principal were to open his eyes i think it would have a medusa kind off effect except he doesn't turn anyone into stone instead strikes fear into those who break the rules.

Since Johnny is the shop-keeper i think he would be also a school faculty member like the other staff, like he's the only teen who works in the faculty.

Gotta sweep would have an ability to switch broom brushes by jumping out of one so he's just the pole and jumps ans twists onto another.

Baldi since he's an Anim8tor model would have the ability to take parts of his body off with no blood or gore necessary but is there for comedic affect and don't worry he can easy re-attach them because his arms and legs are segmented.

Gotta sweep's heritage consists of cleaning products like mops, brooms and farm reapers.

1st prize's hands specifically his fingers would have some form of articulation where he can grip.

Dr. Reflex has seen how some people compare him to rodents and he takes quite offense to that.

Joe would be the one character that would make some memorable cameos kinda like Stan Lee in the marvel movies.

Mrs. Pomp's is more easly quick to anger than Baldi or Dr Reflex.

The Baldloons can phase through walls like actual ghosts and mostly travel in groups of five with Red considered the leader.

Null/Filename2 can communicate to his crab bink easily.

When Null/Filename 2 Sneezes he reveals his skin for a brief second.

Baldi and Principal made the murals in the detention room with the principal's mural being written by Baldi while Baldi's mural being written by the principal.

Baldi would have vivid memories of Susan and Andrew but are usually a blur

The other head's on Red Baldloon's body imitate the main head's expressions

The Baldloons can shape-shift into other people in the schoolhouse the only difference is that they can't change color or remove the party hats.

Red Baldloon loves to eat the walls, doors, entirety of the schoolhouse when he has the chance.

These ones are for PriniciBaldi shippers

if something goes horribly wrong in the schoolhouse to the point where everyone has to evacuate, Principal would rush in and get baldi holding him birdal style and Baldi thanking him by showering Principal in kisses leaving read lipstick marks.

Baldi would hug the principal too tightly making a cracking noise in the principal's spine.

If the principal were asleep in his office, baldi would come in say goodnight and give him a little kiss on the forehead.

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i feel like Bladder loves Badsum too much.

The Test would carry around the chalkboard where chalkes is currently on so chalkles wouldn't have to fly off somewhere