#the noise i just made lordy

[theninjamouse]

At the risk of going back to 2016 slang, you are also a snack :)

FIAJDHSJH???

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI • summary: i’m just a whore for him, really <3 • pairing: tlou! joel x f! reader; • cw: smut ! oral (f! rec), p in v sex, dry humping/making out, creampie lol, daddy kink, overstimulation kink, size kink, praise kink — all referenced? 18+, explicit

MAIN MASTERLIST

❝ joel miller ❞ …

❧ — is the dominant one, but he adores you — soft!dom all the way

❧ — he has a high sex drive, always has done — growing older hasn’t slowed him down any

❧ — whether it’s after a stressful job post!breakout, or from a long work shift if not, he just needs the comfort of your body, your warmth, so that he can be re-grounded.

❧ — so consequently, cockwarming.

❧ — eats pussy for his own pleasure — pupils blown wide, incoherent with lust. and when he looks up at you like from between your spread legs, it has you feeling feral

❧ — tbh, joel gets absolutely pussy drunk, holding your hips with those firm, broad hands. his touch is what holds you to earth, and the way that he guides has you yielding to him.

❧ — there are many (most) times where he needs you so badly that he’s shaking, arms braced by your head. and the moment that he sinks himself into you, well, then that’s it — he has to work fucking hard.

❧ — work fucking hard just to check, pace himself — or it won’t be long until he’s almost close

❧ — and that’s not to say this man does not have stamina ! lordy, he does. he’s just frankly in love with you so damn much to the point that you drive him insane.

❧ — streams of “ah fuck, i can’t —” but most of the time, i think he’s quieter in bed. he seems the type that gets so, so lost in you that he can barely even breathe through his need, and it’s only when you give him encouragement that you’ll then get his deep groans, those gorgeous gruff noises.

❧ — because you make it your damn life’s mission to make this man moan, and the sound is like heaven.

❧ — slow and sensual lovemaking until you’re literally begging him for more; sex on the bed, couch, floor of any room; shower sex, bath sex, nowhere’s off limits.

❧ — teasing him in public -> getting eaten out in a public restroom

❧ — wrapping your legs around his waist when he tells you he’s close, so he does it inside 😵‍💫

❧ — and this makes him absolutely feral — he has a massive breeding kink, i can feel it. he’s crazed and painfully hard at the thought of filling you up, he just loves it — especially silver fox daddy joel post-breakout era -> creampies tbh

❧ — marks all the way down your neck, to the column of your throat — hickeys just everywhere. down across your breasts, inner thighs — but the side of your neck is a personal fav.

❧ — joel is fiercely protective, possessive — but in a way that’s subtle, once again that soft dominance. public sex let’s him remind you that you’re his girl, his sweet girl, and he loves you.

❧ — he’s low-key insecure about ur age difference, not seeing how he’s gorgeous to you. so you take your sweet, sweet time showing him that he’s not past his prime in the least — he’s your man, and he’s goddamn perfect. No one has ever made you feel like he does.

❧ — joel a massive thing for praising you — with a little soft degradation, too. words like — “such a good girl,” “you can take it,” “you’re doing such a good job,” “that’s it.”

❧ — daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink — “right here?,” “does this feel good?,” “cmon use your words sweetheart,” “talk to me, baby”

❧ — he definitely has a size kink, whether that’s from your height, hand size difference or what. he just loves that sense of masculine pride, where he gets to make you feel soft and safe

❧ — words like — “fuck, you’re so soft” — his rough hands running all over your body, your curves. feeling the way that his hardness moulds to your shape as though invented for it.

❧ — clawing at his back, through his hair — your fingers threaded deep in the thick, greying strands.

❧ — messy, aching makeouts fully-clothed, grinding against him or him against you. you’re desperate and you need it so bad, dry humping when you don’t have the chance to straight fuck

❧ — speaking of, quickies quickies quickies. it’s all you can manage what with ellie and the breakout. -> having you up to the wall in a broken down warehouse in rare free minutes; a handjob beneath the sleeping bag cover in a forest, seeking warmth in the cold.

❧ — secretly a little kinky son of a bitch, yet so soft and so so loving. he’s always checking in and pressing kisses to your cheeks, to your forehead — asking “is this okay?”

❧ — taking things slow when you want to, and he knows all of your micro expressions; searches your face and your eyes for any slight hesitation — letting you set the pace.

❧ — is reduced to an absolute wreck when you give him a blowjob, it just makes him a mess. he threads his hands through your hair, bucks his hips up into your mouth and those sounds? obscene.

❧ — you make sure to get on your knees for him often enough just to see him like that

❧ — holds your hands above your head with his own, as both a gesture of casual dominance and way to just be close to you. that way, you can entwine your fingers so you’re branded together, heavy breaths like as one.

❧ — holds your knees apart when eating you out, until you’re shaking and weepy and sated. showing you just how much he adores all of you like a god, like a prayer.

❧ — but also — overstimulation kink — “cmon, just one more sweetheart.”

❧ — it took a while (bc of the age gap) for him to give in to your need, or his; he was distant, stoic with you for months and would actively avoid even looking your way. but little did you know what the hard, clenched jaw and even harder dark stare really was — his idea of adult responsibility, a moral decision he had stood by, then left.

❧ — because though you may’ve been just half his age, at the press of your mouth? there was something like hope.

[infernothechaosgod]

puss in boots the last wish death PT 1

ookay let's talk about the wolf in the room that is death

He was perfect

From the creepy whistle of round around the rosie to badass weapons This guy have me chills he was AMAZING fought in a tie with shen for my nr 1 favorite villian place and won,

The weapons

His weapons are 2 (pretty big compared to the characters) sickles that have the amazing detail of 8 cat heads with X on each one of them representing pussy's lifes that he took And lordyyy is he there to make that a 9, his two sickle's can also be combined to make a double ended scythe like weapon and lordy was that cool even though I preffer the 2 sickles I loved how the weapons fit him and how unusual they are I never saw SICKLES litellary one of the most the SICK weapons there are used in an animated movie or a movie overall and I was very glad that's how they got introduced becuse they are some really cool fucking weapons

The whistle

Okay now I don't remember what's it called butthere is this effect that I call the bell effect where if you play a certain song or a noise when person A is experiencing a certain emotion and you play the noise when theres nothing happendingto person A they will still feel the emotion they felt when they usually hear the noise, emotion like fear

Also apparentky the song he whistles is round around the rosie wich in case you don't know is a song about how we all some day will meet death wich just FITS

Imma post pt 2 later

Oh my god do I love him Shout out to all the amazing animators who made sure he's in such a beautiful movie and to all the writers for not fucking up the death like I saw some other people do he was writter perfectly Shout out to everyone working on the film I wanna kiss and marry all of ya

[ivanzplaid]

Headcanons for Billy Lenz pretty please

BILLY i love billy lenz so much, he means the world to me🫶 and of course i can, there will be general hcs & romantic hcs because hes funky and i love it

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Billy Lenz Headcanons!

( Gn Reader )

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Mentions of animal murder, Over-Protective behavior

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General Hcs

some may jump to the conclusion that he smells like shit but i am a firm believer that he smells like dust, attic, and firewood, he may not seem clean but if he can live in an attic without being smelled he cannot be that bad right

imitates animals he sees; whatever it is, he loves to mimic it, whether he walks or jumps like it, or makes the same noises, he is in touch with his natural side

bites the wood in the attic, he loves to naw on things and use his teeth

loves to decorate his own little space, it may be small but he thinks its festive

i know he kills any company he has, but before he does he loves to have a fun time, whether that be ranting at 60 mph or playing with their hair, clothes, etc.

i hc hes queer, doesnt gaf who or what you are hes happy to have you with him

definitely a biter

he throws stuff everywhere, he is a very energetic guy

he does have witts to him, hes clever in his own sense

steals clothes from people but rarely changes his normal outfit, it brings him comfort and stability

does not like major change/doesnt take it well

although he loves animals please do not give him a pet, he means well but will kill it

considers the way he kills his victims 'art'

oddly strong for his build, you would not think he has muscle but he does

will scream-sing to music if you put it on

has an internal dilemma for his sense of self, but doesnt really acknowledge it

fucking hates cooking, he screams loudly if he gets burned or if he doesnt like what he made

afraid of large bodies of water

an absolute GOAT at hunting with his hands, he is the scavenger and the hunter of the year

his hair is oddly soft, but he the only time he washes it is if it gets tremendously dirt or if it gets wet by something else

prob was chased by animal control more than once

Dating Hcs

sticks to you like gum in hair, is really obsessed with you and be is not afraid to let you know

if he could hed spend his time on your back allday everyday

no sense of boundaries, you will have to teach him, he may be upset or not understand at first but he just wants you to be happy around him so he will catch on

terrible ass gift giver holy shit

dead animal?? no billy i dont want it, flowers or a card would be better thank you

he gets overjoyed when you show him love, he is the happiest man on earth

loves to hold your hand, grab your face, hold your hair, and if you do those to him hes gonna freak out in joy

does not sleep well, you will find him wandering around at night or cuddling close to you

you made him food? its gone within seconds

will eat it no matter how burnt or terrible it is, probably the best mea hes had in years

does not know how to comfort you well, but will console you silently if thats what youd like

makes you wear his clothes

lordy he will be so happy if you rant to him, fascinated by whatever you choose to speak about

is a very expressive person, jumps up and down when you come home from school or work

never a dull moment, talks to you like theres no tomorrow

loves to play and touch your hair, immersed in how it feels / what it looks like

sensitive man, you will comfort him a lot and he will latch onto you

loves to celebrate the holidays with you, if you celebrate something he didnt know of, count him in, hes now the life of the party for whatever you practice

if you read to him he does his best to focus on you

is more than happy to have you wash or style his hair, that is his thing🙏

is interested in all your hobbies and personal life, he is your #1 fan now

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i made these up throughout the day and i cannot get over him smh, hope you like it!! :)

requests are open, masterlist is up!

[lost-in-sokovia]

mind is empty but like imagine just a sweet little day out with auggie and edward,,, going to a park or just taking a walk, somewhere kinda outside the city maybe 🥺💓

oh my lordy😭💕💕 this is like little auggie, i haven’t really written for him at this age so i’m excited🥹

i know a place

you carried your two year old in your arms, your boyfriend keeping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked.

“look, look — right up there, sweetheart. see?” edward pointed just a few yards ahead of you. sure enough, a little playground stood that surely hadn’t had attention from children in a few years. august reached out his arms once his green doe eyes saw the colorful equipment. you were about thirty minutes outside of gotham in a small little town, a population of no more than one thousand. eddie knew all sorts of nice places outside of gotham that he preferred to take you and your son to, and you were always in awe of your boyfriend’s knowledge of all these special little places he knew about. you also loved adventuring and making memories with him.

august reached out his grabby little hands and made a little whiny noise.

“slide, slide,” he blubbered. edward couldn’t help but smile at his adorable little son, kissing his chubby cheek.

“you want to go to the slide, baby boy? we’ll go to the slide!” eddie reassured happily. you nuzzled against auggie’s soft skin and gently carded your fingers through his growing hair. you transferred your son to his father’s arms, eddie absolutely beaming as he took the two year old. “daddy will take you to the slide, i got you,” he whispered to the toddler.

“look auggie baby, swings!” you exclaimed as you got closer to the playground, pointing in the direction of the swing set. august’s green eyes scanned the area wondrously, clapping his little hands together and showing off his new teeth with a big smile. you and edward laughed and you clapped as edward gently bounced august. “yay, auggie!” you cooed. when you finally reached the playground, edward set august on his feet and kept hold of the two year old’s hand.

“where do you want to go, auggie? you take me, okay?” edward told him gently. the two year old looked from his daddy to his feet, taking a few little stumbling steps before making way towards the slide. edward followed, slightly hunched over so his son could comfortably hold his hand, and he helped his son up the stairs of the little slide as opposed to the higher slide.

“the slide? good choice!” edward praised. you giggled as you slowly followed, waiting for august at the end of the slide.

“come to momma, baby boy!” you said sweetly as your son sat at the top. he slid down and you cheered as he did, and celebrated when you picked him up into your arms. “yay, auggie!” you kissed his head as he smiled and laughed his gorgeous little laugh.

“you went so fast, auggie!” edward added, beaming. he took your son from your arms and threw him up in the air, more laugher erupting from the toddler. eddie caught him and held him close.

“let’s do it again, yeah?” he asked. edward set his son back down and once again helped him up the little stairs as you held your arms out, waiting to catch the two year old.

you could’ve gone on all day.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/732433017046548480/not-asking-but-i-just-wanna-share-a-headcanon-of

okay. i can't help but continue this. i am detailing their ceremony and wedding night. ;)

the wedding ceremony looked something out of a chinese fantasy drama with the hall decorated with dragons and phoenixes. at the front of the shrine were chinese characters that symbolised double happiness, which represented the groom and the bride. the reader's dress was a red cheongsam with details of her chinese and south east asian heritage stitched into it, such as the peonies, cranes and mandarin ducks. the flare of her cheongsam looked as if it was the tail of a phoenix. as for her hair, it was adorned with a traditional chinese headdress and pins adorned into it. aemond could not help but feel incredibly lucky of the woman he was about to marry. and he could not help but feel slightly smug at the envious stares of those who wanted to be in his shoes.

after the ceremony, aemond took her back to their hotel room. he then gently kissed her, as he carefully took off the pins that were woven into her hair. he could feel the warm tresses of her hair fall next to her breast, as he carefully peeled off the cheongsam off from her body before encouraging her to take off his clothes as well. he could feel the reader's tiny yet warm and gentle fingers unbuttoning his shirt and sliding them off his shoulders and chest. despite being naked before, aemond could feel the reader's nervousness, so he cradled her and laid her down on their marriage bed that were dotted with roses. she looked divine. red was definitely her colour. aemond made a mental note to design more dresses in the colour red.

aemond then laced his fingers into her burned ones and pressed them above her head in order to prevent her from covering her chest, leaving reader completely flushed as aemond eyed her nipples that were begging for his attention. the reader gasped as he kissed them, making her core clenched and unclenched, before massaging both of her breasts.

finally, he couldn't take it anymore. aemond then positioned herself between her legs as he slowly entered inside her. the reader could feel him stretching her. she then felt him nudge a barrier inside her before gently pushing through, leading her to cry out in pain.

"i'm sorry," aemond said repeatedly, kissing away her tears.

she then begged for him to move inside her, leading to erotic wet noise to fill the air, before he poured himself into her fertile womb.

the next day, the reader woke up, feeling sore yet rejuvenated, despite her aching nipples, heavy breasts and a womb that was sore from arousal.

OH ME OH MY PHEW THIS WAS SO HOT!!!! HIM WANTING TO DESIGN MORE DRESSES IN RED BECAUSE SHE LOOKS GOOD IN IT??? OH MY GOD, i absolutely love the cultural aspects of this sm, aemond making efforts for her, he's such a sweetie AND THE WAY HE WAS SO SOFT WITH HER DURING SEX?????????? lordy i love him.

[juice-plums]

Bob x reader x Lordi: Dvd Yes Please

(smutty)

Y/n watched television in lordi’s room he was checking out outfits to wear for his performance 2 weeks from now

“Hey turn it down for a bit Y/n” Lordi asks She did so They both heard boots stomping towards the room they were both in The door swung open revealing Bob

“I Got it guys!” He yells holding up a dvd case Lordi snickers

“You didn’t” He exclaims

“Oh yeah I did Had to fight off some horny couples too”

What on earth are they talking about she thought sitting up watching Bob and Lordi Fangirl over a Dvd

“Check it Y/n” Lordi held up the dvd case to her face she squints her eyes

“Double Penetration whores…You guys are sick” She heats up with the words she just said

“Come on it’ll be fun to watch plus l….I don’t want to watch alone okay?”

“alright?”

Bob popped the Dvd in

Bob and Lordi smile siting on both of Y/n’s sides watching The woman’s clothes get torn off she gasps as the man starts massaging her breasts

Y/n crossed her legs feeling heat form down there Bob took a big gulp putting his arm in between his legs Lordi kept on shuffling around as the man Circled his penis in the woman’s hole

Then the delivery man showed up in the movie and joined in the fun

Bob places his hand on Y/n’s bum and starts to rub she yelps feeling him grip Lordi stared at Y/n slightly moving and he decided to instantly tongue kiss her She surprisingly moans His tongue was soft and warm Lordi Hungrily explores her wet cavern sucking her tongue

Bob Pulls Y/n away from Lordi And made her kiss him letting her sit on his lap she submits to him and instantly Grinds on his crotch he grunts and harshly bites her lip

lordi fumes and from behind Y/n he sucks and bites her neck leaving her to moan in Bob mouth Y/n feels all this hot puddle form and stain her panties

Bob leans into her ear and whispers

“Let me fuck you like that pornstar”

Lordi bit her earlobe

“I’ll fuck your brains out like that”

She gulps as they both stop and get up Y/n hesitantly stood up and began to undress Bob went to her and put his hand on her clit and began to rub her bud

“Bobby….Bo-mmph!”

Bob starts to stuff his tongue in her mouth again pulling her closer Lordi gets on his knees spreading her asscheeks apart looking at her tight asshole He went in and long licked her asshole

“ahh! Lordi” She exclaims Lordi kept on devouring her asshole with the occasional spitting Y/n her lips from the double pleasure Building up to her orgasm

“I’m gonna cum!” She lowly snaps Drooling holding onto Bob’s arms he smirks then pulls his hand away Lordi also stops She whines as Bob turned her to Lordi he pulled his shorts and Boxter’s down

“I’ll make you cum even harder”

“Wait what are you-Ah!”

Bob pulls Y/n up in the air and holds her in between her calf and thighs she huffs getting adjusted Lordi watches with lust in his eyes Bob positions his Thick penis into her asshole slowly

Y/n’s toes curled And she screamed to the pain Bob puts her in a headlock and starts bouncing her up and down

“Hehe you’re bleeding” Lordi teases looking at the blood sloshed on Bob’s penis Her face scrunched up and her body sweaty

“B-B-B-o-o-b-b!!! I-It H-H-H-u-u-u-r-r-r-t-t-s S-S-S-o-o-o g-g-g-o-o-o-d!!” She exclaims her speech broken with everything thrusts he made spreading her asshole

Lordi bit his lip pressing her stomach making Y/n yell in ecstasy He was already naked and his penis was twitching Lordi pushes up against her and positioned his penis in her puffy wet vagina that was leaking

“L-L-o-o-r-r-d-d-i-i F-F-F-u-u-c-c-k-k M-Me!!!”

Lordi didn’t hesitate he slid in and began to ram into her sweet hole He forces her to tongue make out saliva falling out Bob roars tightening his grip on her Y/n’s legs were limp Her holes being fucked into oblivion juices flinging everywhere and A Woman in pure heaven making loud noises

Bob forced Y/n to make out with him next making a mess of their caverns Lordi loudly whoops laughing their thrusts went in sync making her go wild

“YES-YES!! FUCK ME FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!” she yells her eyes closes Bob smirks and strains bouncing her faster Lordi holds her close and loud fapping sounds filled the room

“FUCK FUCK SHIT!” Lordi screams vastly thrusting and his balls full of cum unloading inside her filling her womb Bob sweating a bunch his glasses were off he loudly Grunts

“SHIT OOH FUCK YEAH!” He yells slamming her down and cum in her ass Y/n felt waves of pleasure wash over her now her body twitching and sensitive

Lordi pulled out his cum leaking out from her pussy Bob then put her down Her ass was hurting now she felt both of their juices leak out of her Y/n immediately kisses Lordi’s lips making his face scrunch up and smile Then she moves to Bob they share a passionate kiss

Bob held Y/n in his big arms and sat with her on the bed cuddling Lordi pulls Y/n away from Bob and starts to snuggle with her

“It is my turn to hold her Scrawny”

“Shut up beef head”

She giggles listening to them fight.

AN: Yesterday I watched the new Metal Family episode Bob,Lordi and Damn near Chive Ain’t shit 😭😭 still gonna write about them tho ✌️Glam is the only good one

[ulteriorm0tiv3s]

︰˳⁺꒰🍫꒱・blood stained sword. ɞ₊*ฅ

❧ pairing: dark choco x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: angst

❧ summary: he said he’d come back. but he didn’t, so you were sent to find him. you found him. just not in the way you wanted to.

❧ notes: oh lordy lord. this is like my first time writing angst 😭 i don’t typically enjoy writing or reading angst but i was kinda in a mood ykyk. also spoilerz for crk kinda ?? idk

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it was a calm, breezy night in your kingdom. it had been an extremely long day for you. your kingdom was very crowded today, and since you were a part of the royal family, you had to tend to all the visitors. but now, you could finally sleep. that was until you heard noises at your window. “goddamnit,” sighing, you sat up. you glanced over at your window to see two familiar dark red eyes looking back at you. still feeling groggy, it takes you a minute to finally get up completely and open the window.

“greetings, my dearest (y/n)!” the prince of cacao kingdom, dark choco, had a hobby of waking you up at 2am to talk to you. ‘there goes my sleep schedule once again,’ you think to yourself, sighing. “what do you want, dark choco? it's…almost 3 in the morning,” the prince just smiles before slipping himself through the open window, “what? aren’t you excited to see your charming prince?” you roll your eyes and scoff, “please, you aren’t charming in the slightest.” dark choco just crosses his arms and scoffs as well, “whatever, anyway,” he clears his throat, “i have some important news i’d like to tell you!” “important?” you question. i mean if he woke you up at 2am, then it must be major.

“yes, important. so, you’re aware that my kingdom hasn’t been too great lately.. and i found something to help! however my father won’t allow me to find it,” dark choco pauses before digging around in his pocket, pulling out a small crystal of some sorts, “but i need to help my kingdom. and i will, so i’m going on a quest tomorrow to find something called the ‘crimson power.’ this little crystal will help me find it.” you stare at him for a few seconds before you muster up the courage to say, “you’re..you’re kidding right?”

“why would i be kidding? i told you this was important news,” the prince just stares back at you, not seeming to understand your concern. “have you not heard the stories of the crimson power before? it’s dangerous, you can’t just go looking for it!” your concern was much more noticeable now, but dark choco just kept using his excuse of “my kingdom needs it.” which could be true, but this ‘crimson power’ that he was trying to seek out was extremely dangerous. there’s been legends spread throughout kingdoms everywhere about the consequences of finding the crimson power. “dark choco, there’s gotta be some other way you can help your kingdom. i could try to work something out with my parents and we could-”

“(y/n),” he interrupts you with a stern tone, “i’ve tried everything already. there’s no other way.” before you can say anything else, he puts a hand on your shoulder, “if it makes you feel a little better, i planned to spend some time with you before i leave.” you give him a small smile, “alright,” you say quietly.

a few hours pass by, maybe two or three, and you feel exhausted. unfortunately, dark choco takes notice of this, and slowly stands up. “i think it’s time i take my leave.” you were tired, but hearing him say that made you feel wide awake again, “wait, no.. can’t you stay just a little longer?” sluggishly getting up, you get a little closer to him. “i’m afraid i cannot. you’re tired (y/n), and i also need to rest before my journey.” you felt like crying, but you managed to hold it back, “you’ll come back safely, right?” dark choco smiles at you softly, gently cupping your cheek in his gloved hand. the material of his glove felt a bit rough, but comforting in a way. “i’ll come back safely,” he murmurs, “i promise.” and with that, he was gone.

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it had been a few months since dark choco left. you missed him stopping by your window to come see you. he promised you he’d come back safely, but he wasn’t back yet. he wasn’t hurt, was he? you try your best to get rid of that unpleasant thought, ‘it’s a long journey. i’m sure he’s fine,’ you convinced yourself. while you were alone in your thoughts, you heard some commotion going on.

“(y/n)!” your mother heaved, extremely out of breath. “mother? what’s wrong?” her face was wild with concern, which made you panic a little. “the…the king of cacao kingdom is here! he wants to speak with you, it’s urgent!” your mother heaved once more, her face growing red from being out of breath. dark cacao? what did he need from you? a bit strange. you gently grasp your mother’s hand, guiding her to your bed. “rest here, mother. i will go talk to dark cacao,” you say, helping her sit down. she nods, “just..be mindful of what you say, dear. dark cacao isn’t known for being the kindest king…” however, you were already gone before she finished that part of her sentence.

“king dark cacao,” you greet, dipping your head in respect. dark cacao looks down at you, his face not showing any type of emotion. “i’m sure you’re wondering why i am here,” he says suddenly, his voice startling you a little. you’re slightly afraid to answer with words, so you just nod. “it’s about my son, dark choco-” “ah, has he returned?” you blurt out, a large smile finding itself on your face. a shutter runs down your spine when you realize you had interrupted him, “my apologies.”

dark cacao just clears his throat before continuing, “as i was saying,” he pauses before glaring down at you, “this is about dark choco. he suddenly disappeared from the kingdom without a trace. it’s been months.” so he hadn’t returned. your heart sank as you realized this was bad news. “i know you are close to my son, which is why i’m asking you to find him. and bring him home,” dark cacao seemed so emotionless until this point. he showed slight sorrow, before he went back to being emotionless. “you want me to go find him?” it was a dumb question, really. but you couldn’t help but ask anyway. “yes. as i said before, i know that you and my son share a bond. so if anyone can bring him home, it is you.” you give him a triumphant smile, “i’ll bring dark choco home, i promise.”

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“crumbs,” you grunt, grasping your arm tightly. your quest to find dark choco was successful. but to your dismay, that was an unfortunate thing. when you found him, it seemed the consequences of the crimson power had gotten to him before you did. he was showing very sadistic traits rather than his usual kind and noble ones. sadistic was a bit of an understatement, perhaps murderous was a better word. he was out for blood, yours at the moment, to be specific. and it showed. there was a giant gash in your arm from his newfound sword. that sword…it was the problem. “what fate have you brought upon yourself, dark choco,” you mutter, watching the once beloved prince dragging his large sword behind him as he searched for you. you could hear the awful sound of the metal sword scraping against the dry, cracked ground. “(y/n), my dearest. it’s not wise to hide from me.. you’re just making this harder for the both of us,” you couldn’t help but cringe, his voice was laced with pure excitement. he knew how scared you were, and he enjoyed every second of it. ‘sorry dark cacao,’ you think to yourself, your eyes slowly beginning to close.

letting your eyes close, what a mistake that was. pretty much as soon as you closed them, they flew open once more. your body went into panic mode. you were shuttering and your breathing was beginning to get very heavy. you could see your reflection in the large sword that was now in front of you. afraid to look up, you just examined the sword. your blood, and no doubt the blood of others, was splattered all over the once shiny, silver blade of the sword. there was also a familiar red crystal lodged in the top center of the sword. it was glowing a deep red, matching the color of his eyes. finally, you look up, those dark red eyes staring down into your own.

“found you, sweetheart.”

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[cloudninetonine]

!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! Hoo boy so i went on a hell of a ramble and accidentally mentioned some super dark stuff so TW for mentions(?) of: self-harm, mental illness, implied discrimination and abuse, dark thoughts, social/societal(?) conditioning, social/societal issues/corruption, negative self-esteem, implied PTSD, mentioned panic attacks, INCREDIBLY long all-over-the-place ask sorry VERY stream-of-conciousness

You know the post where someone's like "well if I get kidnapped by the fae that's the fae's problem" and someone compares that to "bold of you to assume I have blood"? Anyway Player!AU. "I do not control the brain!" "It fuckin WIMDY" "I have the survival instincts of a wet paper bag" smthn smthn Twiddy anyway I feel like there is. SO much potential and I cannot describe to you how much I'm excitedly (internally) vibrating right now.

Also I feel like Player would still bully Legend for his height and NO ONE ELSE (unless they start it) even if they were 5'2" lol. Maybe threaten to forcefeed him his kneecaps. Or sautee his teeth. I might be sleepy 💖😘 just the most Cursed(TM) shot teaching them what real fear is. And flirting through intimidation lol because they don't know how. And simultaneously being terrified of the bear Wild's got and wanting so badly to name it Sir Bearington and/or reenact the smoothie meme

ANOTHER THOUGHT: WHAT IF THERE WERE TWO PLAYERS. COMPLETE STRANGERS. SPEAKING ONLY IN MEMES. SINGING NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP TO THE OTHER INNOCUOUSLY UNTIL THEY SHRIEK IN RAGE AND CHASE THEM AROUND A HERD OF BEWILDERED HEROES. TRADING HORRIFYING INFODUMPS ON BUGS AND DEEP SEA CREATURES OR SOME SUCH. BEING GENERALLY INCOMPREHENSIBLE AND UNKNOWABLE AND UNINTENTIALLY BECOMING CRYPTIDS. ARGUING OVER WHETHER LYNELS ARE INSECTS BECAUSE THEY'RE CENTAUR-LIKE. USING WORDS LIKE SKRUNKLY (and arguing over the differences from scrungly), BLORBO, GLUP SHITTO, BASED, MOOD, "oh worm? then squirm," dancing on goatman's bridge, "GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT!" good lordy i need to stop lol. SHARING JOY THAT NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS BUT IS TENTATIVELY SUPPORTIVE OF. Subtly making fun of the Daisy(dorky?) Chain (affectionate). Using "little shit" and "fuck" in many different ways and confusing and scandalizing everyone else. Two weirdos in--well, not their natural habitat exactly, but they'll make do (and make it everyone else's problem)

I was reading a fic today and there was an exchange along the lines of "hEATHEN" "but i believe in Hylia" "then start praying" and that made me think of "were i not a holy woman i would beat you senseless" "you're a 'holy woman'?" "No." Constantly finishimg each others sentences in the most nonsensical ways the chain didnt think possible. Defeating enemies with the sheer power of "wtf???" Doing/encountering something dangerous, being terrified to tears, and immediately wanting to do it again (maybe after a short break).

Casually saying super disturbing things like about how fucked up the system is and how lives only hold monetary value and continuing on with their day with the chain making horrified expressions and noises in the background

Convincing someone people only kiss on Tuesdays and Thursdays and that breakdancing is a super fancy greeting. Finding some toothpaste someone had in their pockets and icing cookies with it, then pretending they don't know what the problem is. Discovering the joys of arson translate to the real world as well as they slowly get over their (relative to the chain) intemse fear of fire. Unleashing their inner pyromaniacs. Both kicking ass and sucking at hidden role games due to the sheer AUDACITY. The whiplash between super timid (henlo anxiety) and outrageously obnoxious and bubbly joy. Someone complaining about being in "giggly bitch mode" during a bubbly joyful gigglefest. Someone trying to throttle the other after speaking in owo too long. The contrast between childish glee as they're experiencing this world of magic and goddesses IN-PERSON for the first time; vs possible cynicism, nihilism, pessimism, depression, anxiety, trauma, constant downplaying of said trauma, "others have it so much worse" AND THEY DO but trying to get it through their heads that doesn't mean they didn't also have it rough. Explaining things like hostile architecture and the homeless good lord the chain WOULD NOT react well. Automatically assuming someone is mad at YOU, not just having a bad day. Telling someone what you think they want to hear so they won't hurt you as much/as directly. There is so much potential for the chain being disturbed by their behavior, then being even MORE so once they realize those are LEARNED behaviors, like submitting instead of running or fighting and punishing onself. Getting into all sorts of super dark stuff super quickly with no warning, then continuing on with the conversation like nothing happened. DID RULIE HEAL THE CAFFEINE ADDICTION HOLY FUCK YES. Player with different brain wiring/chemical imbalances trying to make the others understand why they need to rely on their adrenaline addiction and panic themself into doing the dishes. The chain being disturbed at how horrible they are at taking care of themself/ves (and the possible intentional self-sabotaging and -harm, even/especially subconciously)

Calling Twi, Time, and Legs furries and refusing to explain. Leggplant. Singing Wellerman and wondering if Wind knows it. Accidentally fudgin your words and saying "Warnut" and callin him that when hes bein too obnoxious/holdin things outta reach (because his nuts are probably protected by a metal plate, it's too awkward to ask, and you don't wanna find out yourself,,,even with steel-toed boots). Talking about SPAAAAAACE and terrifying and aweing everyone. A somethong-or-rather starts swinging slightly, unprompted, no wind, and immediately relentlessly mocking it. Making stupid faces and noises when you're (irrationally?) scared, like if its super dark and you only have a torch. 30-second dance parties when needed. "The floor is lava!" and the ensuing chaos. Sacrificing someone (coughIcan'tpickonecough) to the lava.

Wind: *memes*

Players: ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF-

Have you read the fic "ridiculous optimization: the art of finding the wrong(?) tool for the right(?) situation"? Pulling stuff like that. CHAOS. Breaking hearts, minds, and rules (and 'Rules, poor lad knowing just who Player is and becoming well-acquainted with their native brand/language of insanity)

Having no combat skills whatsoever (or people skills, according to Player), but if there's a math puzzle (like algebra/geometry) or a riddle or a word puzzle or--just. Puzzles. They'll figure it out (even if it takes a while and a lot of frusterated tears)

Walking back into the room you just left to go get the thought you left behind. Brain refusing to do. No thoughts, head empty, braincells are that SpongeBob meme where they're all screaming and everything is on fire. Queer Panik(TM). Annoying the pubby (Wolfie) because you know he won't hurt you (all bark no bite). Struggling to remember the word for a leaf so you call it a "boney boneless green vegan patty hand thing." Drawing a smiley face on someone's face in permanant marker. Up(down)grading them to UwU

I may have been thinking about Player AUs for a WHILE and been stocking up. Oops 🤗😬😓

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LET'S DO THIS!!

The Player being the emboidment of "I've met some insufferable people but those people have also met me"

The potential you talk about? I plan on writing that shit. This Player, while acting normally to the circumstances they will face will be dragged kicking and screaming while playing it off as a joke the entire time.

Also the idea of another Player? Absolute anarchy. Gremlin stance and both ready to fight, the Chain don't understand, wouldn't you be happy with someone else there with you?! But here you are pulling at each other's hair and screaming things they don't understand.

"THIS TOWN AINT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US, FUCKER"

"THEN START FUCKING RUNNING, CLOWN"

It's like siblingship but they're 2 complete strangers.

If you know Fred and George from Harry Potter (Fuck JK fucking Terf cunt) then that would be their dynamic.

Just trauma dumping as well.

"Parents made me walk home in the dark after 'back talking' them in the car, you?"

"Single mum, but she's awesome, however, my brother used to terrorise me when she wasn't home. Chased me with a knife on more than one occasion, even a chainsaw, threatened to kill me if I told anyone though. Wasn't surprised to find out he was a narcissist"

"Fucking hell dude"

Hyrule just "Both of you here, now, I'm giving you hugs"

(Players being American and English respectively because that's just how I see it)

Brain, head empty until it comes to puzzles. One's like "Puzzles, Puzzles, Puzzles!" and the other's like "....Puzzles"

The Chain just have to witness them shouting at each other about possible answers before another fight breaks out that they have to pull apart.

"STOP GASLIGHTING ME"

"I'M NOT GASLIGHTING YOU, YOU'RE JUST DUMB"

Just complete chaos

[fific7]

Ticket to Ride - Part 5

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral and unprotected, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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Billy had begun to doze off in the warmth of the gathering dusk, so when he heard her voice saying his name, he was startled. He swung round to where she was standing behind him then leapt up and went to her, folding her into his arms and just hugging her, saying nothing.

After a few short moments, she pushed back from him and stepped away, began walking towards the hotel. “I’m going to take a shower, Billy. Then I think we should go somewhere and eat. And talk,” she said over her shoulder.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll be here waitin’ on you.”

At least she let me hug her, he thought.

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Walking out of the hotel and across the courtyard after your shower, you saw Billy lying flat out across the park bench, boots on the ground and long legs bent at the knees where the seat ended. His eyes were closed and you realised he’d dozed off.

“Billy.” No response. “Billy!” slightly louder. Still no movement. You reached out a hand, shook his shoulder and jumped slightly when his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. His dark brown eyes were wide open now and staring up at you, and he immediately let go of you. “Ahhh… sorry sweetheart, didn’t realise it was you.” “Spidey senses not working any longer, Marine?” He grinned up at you, before moving and standing up next to you. “You’re to blame, kitten. I’m losing sleep over you.”

You scoffed, “Uhuh. Sure you are. Well, let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got a rec from the reception guy for dinner.” You turned and started walking quickly towards the alleyway, Billy taking only two long strides to catch up with you. “Where we headed?” “Just a little way along the waterfront, past that big church - Il Redentore. There’s a restaurant with tables right next to the water, called ‘I Figli delle Stelle’. Means ‘Children of the Stars’.” You’d turned your head towards him as you spoke and he smirked at you, “Sounds romantic, angel.” Eye roll from you, “That wasn’t my intention, believe me. The reception guy said it would still be pretty quiet at this time of the evening, later on it’ll get busy as the locals eat dinner around 9.30 or 10 pm.”

“Oh, okay,” he said, sounding a little despondent, “I hear ya.” The two of you walked in single file as you made your way through the alleyway, and Billy hurried to get back next to you as you turned right at the waterfront. There was a tense silence as you walked, and you surely weren’t going to be the one to break it. You could tell that Billy was antsy as hell and you were glad… he should be, the big douchebag. After a few moments, he asked, “How much further is this place?” like a kid on a day trip. “I think it’s that group of tables along there,” you answered, “so only a couple of minutes.” Billy wasn’t the most patient of men. “Okay,” he mumbled.

Lordy, he was getting more tense by the minute, you could feel negative energy coming off him in waves. You knew Billy, knew he’d be dreading talking about what he’d done, his feelings, having to (no doubt) apologise over and over. Serves you right, you big bastard, you thought.

Arriving beside the restaurant tables, you noted that only two tables were occupied so you should be able to have a certain amount of privacy in which to hear Billy’s confession. Checking for ‘reserved’ signs, you chose a table in the row right next to the water, well away from the other patrons. The maitre d’ appeared next to you holding two menus, and you asked in Italian if it was okay to sit at the table you’d chosen. Assured that it was fine, he asked if you wanted to order drinks and you asked for a large glass of rosé Prosecco and a Peroni for Billy. As he nodded and walked away, Billy asked, “Whaddya order for me?” You started laughing and he stared at you, puzzled. “Billy… with a last name like Russo I cannot believe you don’t know that Peroni is an Italian beer!”

He looked shamefaced, “Yeah, yeah, okay! So I’m a terrible Italian-American. Thanks for orderin’ a beer for me, not in the mood for wine.” You and Billy began reading through the menu, suitably impressed by the delicious-sounding dishes on offer. The drinks appeared shortly afterwards, and you made your choices - Billy had decided on a steak, and you’d chosen seafood linguine. You clinked your glass to Billy’s beer bottle, “Salut.” Billy grinned, “Yeah, so here’s me - the Italian-American - and there’s you, the all-American girl, Italian rollin’ off your tongue. I didn’t know you spoke it, sweetheart.” You smirked at him as you sipped your chilled Prosecco, “Seems like there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Billy. Like… how I will not tolerate cheating in any way, shape or form.”

A pained look crossed his face. Yeah, Billy… time to spill.

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Billy took a long swig of his beer and cleared his throat. Here goes nothing, he thought. She was studying his face like it was a painting hanging in a gallery.

“I’ve been an asshole.”

She nodded, “I know you have, Billy. Cheating 1.01 - don’t lie about working late and then come home smelling of booze and another woman’s perfume. Oh… and a big smear of her lipstick on the inside collar of one of your shirts.” He winced, looking away, not able to meet her eyes. He twirled the beer bottle round a few times on the table top and finally met her gaze again. “Yeah, not smart, I agree. But… angel, I didn’t actually cheat on you. Not as such.”

She laughed, but it was not a happy sound. “Not as such?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He reached across and put his hand over hers, but she pulled hers away. “Frankie and I got into some shit with Homeland - to do with Afghanistan back when we were servin’.” He saw her eyebrows rise, and hurried on, “We sorted alla-that out with them, but had to agree to carry out a joint operation with them on somethin’ related to it. We found out that our liaison agent - Dinah Madani - was holdin’ back some critical information from us and we needed to know what and why, and make sure she didn’t do it in future.”

Taking a sip of her Prosecco she laughed, again without humour. “Don’t tell me, she wears Eternity.” He looked at her, confused, “What?” “Her perfume, Billy, her perfume.” He shrugged, “I really dunno.” “That’s not good, Billy. She’ll be expecting you to buy her some for her birthday.” He’d been drinking his beer and he brought the bottle back down with a bang. “No! I won’t be buyin’ anything for her anytime, okay?” he hissed at her, aware that the other diners’ heads had turned towards them at the loud noise his beer bottle had made on the table top. He leant in further towards her but then spotted the waiter heading their way with their plates, and moved back in his seat.

Silence fell again, even after the waiter had gone. Napkins unfolded and placed on laps, cutlery picked up, sips of drinks taken, first forkfuls of food eaten, gazing at Venice across the canal.

Billy cut another piece of his fillet steak, looking down at his plate while saying in a low voice, “I knew Madani had the hots for me. An’ I… I used that to my advantage.”

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You were thoughtfully chewing your mouthful of linguine, swallowing it before picking up your flute of Prosecco and sipping from it. He was silent, also chewing, still not meeting your eye. Let him pick this back up, you thought and sat back slightly, silent.

His eyes slowly raised to yours, apprehension apparent in them. Another throat clearing, another swig of beer…. a big one. Oh ho, you thought, whatever was about to come out must be really bad. You were mad at him but at the same time couldn’t deny you were dreading what you were about to hear.

“I… uh.. took her out a few times for drinks after work. Made out with her a couple times after we left the bar…” he gulped visibly, “Uh… felt her up, let her feel me up.” He broke eye contact, grabbed the beer bottle again and took a huge drink, muttering “Sorry, I’m really sorry,” before looking fearfully at you once more. You stared back at him and hoped your face was expressionless. You actually wanted to smack him in the face and stalk off back to your hotel, but that masochistic streak goaded you to say, “Oh yeah? ….And?” He narrowed his eyes, “And what?” “Exactly, Billy - and what? You’re seriously telling me that was it? It stopped right there?” He nodded vigorously, “Yeah! Yes, sweetheart - it did, I swear!”

Picking up your glass once more, you said in a low voice, “Sorry, Billy, I don’t believe you. I think you took her to some shitty motel and the two of you fucked. Maybe more than once.” His face flushed but then you realised he was angry, not caught out in a lie.

“No,” he said between gritted teeth, “I. Did. Not!” emphasising each word with a thump of his hand on the table. He leant across the table until his face was very close to yours, “It was my stupid fucked-up version of a honey trap, okay! I hated lyin’ to you, angel, and I’m so, so sorry I did that, but I was between a rock and a hard place. I had to find out what her game was. I don’t trust her an inch and I think she’s still after me an’ Frankie for somethin’ else that went down in Kandahar.”

You watched his eyes become distant, and you knew in his head he was back in that hellhole. “Seems like a helluva lot went down in Kandahar,” you said quietly, and his eyes refocused on yours. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea,’ he said softly, and chanced placing his hand on yours again. This time you didn’t draw away. “I don’t want you to have to hear all about that shitshow, but I’ll tell you another time… if you want me to.” He laced his fingers through yours, and squeezed your hand, “I promise you, on my life, that I’ll never lie to you again. Total honesty, I swear.”

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You sighed, “Billy… I appreciate the sentiment, I do… but it doesn’t matter because we’re not together any more.” Billy rocked backwards as if you’d slapped him, and he stuttered, “But.. but we.. I… no! We are! We are still together!” You shook your head, “Maybe you don’t think that what you did with - what was her name again, Madani?” (you absolutely knew what her name was) “yeah, Madani - was cheating but Billy, you kissed her, you got up close and personal with her. You let her think you were interested in her, that she had a shot of getting with you. Okay you say you didn’t sleep with her, maybe you didn’t - but you still went behind my back and acted like you wanted to be with her. How can you expect me to be with you after you betrayed me like that? I don’t share, Billy - even if it’s fake.”

His eyes were wide, filling with tears. “No…please. Don’t say that, please. I… I can’t be without you, you’re the only one who makes me feel safe and… loved.” He placed his other hand on top of your joined hands, and his voice was so low you almost couldn’t hear it, “I love you, angel. So much.”

Now it was your turn to sit back abruptly in your seat. You and Billy had never had that conversation. You loved him but you’d made sure never to tell him that, as you didn’t believe he’d ever reciprocate the feeling. And now he’d said it. First. Before you had.

But did he mean it? Or just saying it to try and stop you breaking up with him?

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He saw her taking in what he’d just said. He’d known that he loved her for some time but couldn’t get the words past his lips, he’d been shit-scared to say it out loud. Just let the status quo prevail, until she’d left him.

He was not going to let her break up with him. He just wouldn’t allow it, he needed her. She still had not said anything so he laid a finger on her bottom lip and gently ran it back and forward. He sensed he needed to say something more.

“I’m not just sayin’ it for effect, angel. I’ve been in love with you for a while but I’ve been too scared to say anything, I… I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.” She was still gazing at him, her eyes wide and looking a little teary. He felt a tear running down his own cheek and wiped it away abruptly. “Please don’t break up with me, just…. don’t, please. Give me another chance, I promise I won’t screw up this time.”

He heard her draw in a big breath and his stomach knotted. What was she going to say?

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“Oh Billy….” you raised a hand and wiped away another tear from his cheek, “I… need a little time to take all this in, okay? I thought it was quite straightforward - you’d cheated on me, end of story. And don’t think that because you tell me you love me I’m gonna forget about what you did, because I can’t. Not just like that.” You snapped your fingers in the air. “But you’ve really muddied the waters for me now.”

Billy grinned tearfully at you, “Well, I’m glad I’ve managed to do that at the very least. Means I might still have a chance.” You must’ve looked sceptical or something because he rushed to say, “A very slim chance, I know.”

Sighing, you extricated your hands from his and picked up your fork. “Let’s finish our dinner before it gets totally cold and inedible and we can talk more later.”

He nodded, “Okay, sweetheart. Must admit, I’m starvin’.” You couldn’t stop yourself smiling at him, “When they say that an army marches on its stomach, they weren’t kidding, were they?” “Hell no they weren’t,” he grinned back at you.

You moved on to small talk and once dinner was finished and paid for a short while later, the two of you strolled back to the hotel. Billy had tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow, and you’d let him. Your brain wasn’t really functioning at normal speed at that point and you were looking forward to getting back to your room; you wanted to think very carefully about what you were going to do about Billy.

Back at the hotel, you made your way past Reception and headed for the stairs, Billy following close behind you. Reaching your door, you didn’t unlock it but turned to face him. You could see the hopeful look on his face but he was going to be disappointed. You weren’t going to take that step tonight, no matter how much you missed Billy, his arms around you, his body next to yours, legs tangled together. You gave him a small smile, and you saw the hope fading out of his eyes.

You put a hand on his arm, “Let’s spend some time together tomorrow. I want to visit the Lagoon islands.”

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The Lagoon islands? He had no idea what or where those were, but he’d go to the moon if she wanted to because she’d said they could spend some time together. “So, no more running out on me, angel?” She smiled more widely at him, “No, not for now, Billy.”

He took a chance and pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers in a heated kiss. She didn’t stop him, so one hand made its way to the back of her neck and the other down onto her waist. He pushed his hips into hers - he knew she felt his arousal - and he was still holding out a tiny bit of hope that she’d invite him into her bed.

But now she did pull away, laughing up at him and giving him a quick soft kiss on the cheek, “G’night, Billy, sleep well.” He shook his head, smiling back at her, “You know I won’t… not in this state,” gesturing at his zip area and the tightened fabric of his jeans. She waggled her right hand at him, “Isn’t that what this is for?” He grabbed it, guiding it immediately to his zip, “If you’re offerin’, sweetheart, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that.” “Your hand! Not mine, you cheeky devil!” she laughed, pulling her hand away from him, “Now, goodnight! I’ll see you in the morning, downstairs for breakfast at about 8 or half past, okay?” He nodded, pushing his luck again and stroking her cheek, kissing her once more but more reserved this time, “G’night, angel, have sweet dreams…of me.” Rolling her eyes, she unlocked her door and disappeared into her room.

Billy walked jauntily along the corridor, throwing in a couple of dance moves as he went, feeling elated. He was feeling really optimistic for the first time since the day he’d seen her ‘Goodbye’ note and the torn photo.

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(My photos - June 2012)

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[oreosmama]

Can I request Yandere Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya kidnapping a Fan Reader? Y/N is a fan but mostly those type of fans that admire from afar. But the reader can't handle being in the same room with the yandere. The reader gets all red and runs away. And if the yandere show affection, Y/N covers their face from embarrassment.

Kidnapping Fan Reader (Yandere BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Ngl, this request is the bomb. Like seriously, I love ideas like these! Anyways, I’m gonna make these a lil long, and also I was a lil confused on how to make the reader a fan?? But I tried so here ya go. Please enjoy! (Side note: Good Lordy these are long😳😳 my bad)

Word count: 3814

Bakugou Katsuki:

As a pro hero, Bakugou was initially quite frightening to you. 

You were a nobody, just someone who always happened to be in the crowd whenever he had a person to save, but then your view of him changed when one day he saved a kitten from a tree in the park. 

It was the first time you had ever seen him so… calm. There was even a hint of a smile on his face when the cat chattered at him. Then, of course, he noticed you creepily watching him. 

A blush encompassed your face but before he could shout at you for watching him, you had dashed away with your hands on your cheeks. 

At first, Bakugou was confused. What a dumbass.

But then it was like he was seeing your blushing face everywhere. No one had ever looked at him like that-- like he was cute. 

Months passed, and you couldn’t help but notice the hero Ground Zero had become partial to patrolling your part of town for any danger. 

You brushed it off, counting it as a blessing since you often got to see him on the rooftop across from your apartment building, just surveying the street below. 

If only you had known that he was only watching you.

Bakugou couldn’t believe how stupid you were, leaving your window so open and bare for anyone to peer inside. Anyone could watch and see how you curled up on your couch to read a book. They could see how you would slowly fall asleep, head dropping back as a bit of drool dribbled down your chin. Any loser stupid enough to look through the glass would see how your shirt became rumpled as you shifted in your sleep. It was large enough to slip off one shoulder and leave your untainted skin bare for anyone to corrupt. 

God, it was like you were teasing him, daring him to come take what was his. Bakugou would teach you a lesson or two about toying with him. 

The wind blew through your open window. You always left it cracked since your AC was a bit fickle. And as you dozed off to sleep, you were almost certain that squeaky noise that reminded you to buy a little WD-40 once in a while was only a dream. 

Licking his lips, Bakugou slid open your window, cringing as it whined with the movement. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath, pushing it up the rest of the way. Thankfully, you were already knocked out, soft snores falling from your lips in a steady pattern. 

He couldn’t help but glance around your apartment, snickering at the sight of a poster in your open bedroom. It was from a photoshoot of his from when he first debuted as a pro hero. You had purchased the partially shirtless version. 

Surely you wanted this too, then.

And with that logic, he didn’t worry when your eyes fluttered open after he picked you up. 

Mind foggy, you were rudely awakened from your dream about a certain pro hero when you felt your body being lifted. The perpetrator made you wonder if you were still dreaming. 

“Ground Zero?”

“It’s Katsuki, babe. Call me Katsuki from now on.” His arms felt like solid metal, caging your knees and side to his chest as he carried you bridal style to your- open window?!

“W-what are you doing?” He snickers at this.

“Oh please. Don’t act all innocent now. I’ve seen your poster of me, and how you blush whenever I stop a villain in front of you. You want me, YN. And I want you too.”

“Please, I don’t want this!” You struggle in his arms, placing your hands on his chest to push him away but he doesn’t budge. 

“You little tease,” he hisses, using his arms to hold you over the ten story drop that was your open window. “I know what you like.” Fear leaves your body trembling as you default to your instincts, wrapping your arms around his neck so as to not fall to your death. Bakugou grins at this. “You think I don’t know how to read you by now?”

“Please don’t.” 

“Oh, don’t worry babe. I’m taking you home.”

And with that, he hops out of the window and explodes his way through the skies, reveling in the way you cling to his body so tightly. Your whines and whimpers were so cute. Almost as adorable as the blush you used to always wear around him.

It only takes a year to break you. 

In his own home, he kept you locked up tightly. Every window was barred and every door to freedom had six locks, each matching the keys he dangled on his fingertips every time he came home. 

In the first few weeks, you were scared of him and what he would do. Then a month later, you determined his attitude: he was naturally loud and volatile, but he would never hurt you. From then on, he expected you to act a certain way.

Cook him dinner, greet him with a kiss, sleep in his arms, and never try to escape. 

It had been a struggle to get you to agree to the pattern, but after months and months of practice, you finally got in the groove. 

Bakugou even got to see that classic blush of yours whenever he arrived home and peppered your face with kisses. 

Totally worth it.

Todoroki Shouto:

With Todoroki, you’re just a minor student in the Support class of UA, but everytime you cross paths with him in the halls, you let out a squeak and sprint past him. 

Todoroki tried to shake it off. Of course, you weren’t the first person to be wary of him and his abilities. Honestly, it was nothing new and he had a mark to prove it. 

Really, it’s true. Todoroki thought you hated his guts. You always avoid talking to him and hide your face whenever he comes into a room. He thought that was a red flush of anger on your face. 

It’s only when Kaminari groans about how jealous he is over the whole thing. 

“Ugh, Todoroki, you’re so lucky. Why does a hottie like YN have to be whipped for a guy like you?!”

Todoroki just shrugs and walks away, but it only hits him later in his dorm that “Oh shit, that’s what that is.”

He’s all like, “Hmm, makes sense.”

It doesn’t make sense, but he still likes you.

He’s not really sure why, he just does. Todoroki’s never had a girl that acted like you around him. Acted like he was this great person worthy of admiration, whether from a distance or up close. 

The thought of you begins to leave fuzzy feelings in his chest. You? Whipped for him? Nu-uh, no way.

But God, then he notices the way you smile when he enters a room, just before you hide your face. And the way you stutter and fumble over your feet to run away when he talks to you. 

With a quick Google search, he deduces that these are all signs of a crush. 

Oh. Ohh. Well… Todoroki kind of liked that. 

And the next day, he was determined to talk to you. He wanted to see those cherry cheeks up close, and those little flecks of color in your eyes as well. He wanted to see your pupils dilate and your lips fumble for words because you were speechless at the sight of-

What.

A man. No, not a man. An unworthy piece of shit was talking to you. Making you laugh and giggle enough that a rosy tint fell on your face. He was too close for comfort, only inches away from brushing your hand with his. 

Todoroki had to stop this. 

In seconds, he’s covered the distance between you two, feet stomping against the floor loud enough to gather the attention of most in the classroom. He had barged into your classroom to talk to you.

“T-todoroki,” you stutter pathetically, eyes wide as you scramble to hide your face. Blood had risen to the skin of your neck, clear as day thanks to you turning your head to the side. 

“YN, I need to talk to you.” With a hard glare at the other guy, the Class 1A student latches a cold hand over your wrist and tugs you out of the classroom, other students watching in awe at the display. 

“W-what are you-” you cut yourself off and curse under your breath, heat gathering in your face. God, you hated how you couldn’t control yourself in front of him.

Todoroki loved it.

“Shh, just come with me,” he hushes, dragging you into a nearby janitor’s closet just as the bell rings.

“But we need to get to class,” you choke out, proud of how you kept your words steady this round. Butterflies flutter in your abdomen when he pulls you into the tiny room, closing the door behind him before turning to you. 

“We can skip for a bit.” Heterochromatic eyes burn into your own, leaving you ducking your head and scuffing your shoes on the floor. 

“Why-” your question falls from your lips when Todoroki begins to leer closer to you. The sudden proximity leaves you stumbling back until you hit a wall, gulping when his forearms cage you in, one on either side of your head. 

“I didn’t like that, YN.”

“L-like what?”

“That guy,” he seethes. A heat begins to flow off him, growing hot enough to make your forehead perspire. The other half of your body is almost numb, slowly fading into the first dead twinges of frostbite. One of your cheeks feels sunburned while the other is completely desensitized. “He shouldn’t have been touching you.”

Was this a dream? This boy, a soon-to-be pro hero and one of the top in the school, had cornered you in a closet with his face inches away from yours. You didn’t even know he knew you existed. You had always watched from afar, first falling for his aloof looks at the sports festival. 

And now… you just didn’t know. 

“I can’t let that happen again, YN. I just can’t let you run around talking to other guys, laughing and being so close to them when you know you’re mine.” 

What was he going on about?

“Not anymore,” he finally adds, pressing his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes. 

It doesn’t dawn until it happens that he had grabbed a cloth off a shelf in the janitor’s closet. The sickly sweet smell of chloroform invades your senses as you scream in surprise.

You couldn’t help it after a while. You were so tired. And as your vision fades to black, Todoroki purses his lips and wraps his spare arm around your waist. “Not anymore,” he mutters.

You had always known the Todoroki family was loaded. Though it’s not why you liked him, you couldn’t avoid the fact that he used it to his advantage-- especially with you. 

He had bought a small apartment only a few blocks away from UA and decked it out with soundproof walls, bulletproof glass, and locks on everything. 

The one bedroom-- your bedroom-- was beautiful. Silk sheets on a king-sized bed, canopy overhanging it like a protective curtain. There was a bookshelf and a television for your entertainment, along with a window seat so you could see the outside-- the glass was tinted, of course. He didn’t want anyone invading your privacy. 

A closet was filled to the brim with clothing of your size, all fitting like they had been tailored for your body alone. As much as you hated to admit it, Todoroki treated you like a queen. A kidnapped one, yes, but a queen nonetheless. 

He was only waiting for the day that you would ask him to join you on that large, lonely bed of yours. 

Midoriya Izuku: 

In all sense of the word, you were his fan. Really, there was nothing more to it. 

You would flock to all his fights, simply amazed by his power and will. He was a hero, pure and kind to all with an open mind for everyone, and you admired that. 

It also didn’t hurt that Deku was attractive. Rippling muscles hid behind a green costume, almost too similar to the retired hero All Might’s. Freckles dusted over the bridge of his nose and onto the tips of his cheeks, giving him an almost boyish look, but there was something in his eyes. Something you couldn’t see unless he looked directly at you- Oh!

You glanced away with a blush after the number one hero looked up from tying down the villain he had captured. He must have felt your eyes and saw you staring like a hawk-- how embarrassing!

Of course, you weren’t the only one watching him. There was an entire crowd gathered to see the pro hero do his thing. It was only awkward that he had made eye contact with you of all people. What made it worse was that he had smirked. 

Not even his normal, everyday smile that he gave to everyone, but a sly, devious little quirk of his lips. It looked so foreign on his face, and it felt like he knew something you didn’t. 

Ugh, how embarrassing.

You couldn’t hide the heat on your cheeks so you decided to abandon the group of fans, leaving them to watch the rest of Deku’s and hoping to catch up on the news later that night. 

If only you knew that wouldn’t be the first time he had noticed you in a crowd. 

Deku had been watching you for weeks. You were just so adorable, he couldn’t help himself. And honestly, deep down he sees himself in you. There’s a strength behind your eyes, a confidence to do something, and a will to make things happen. 

Deku wanted to help you discover how great you are. In the beginning, at least.

Now, it’s become more of an obsession. 

Under the guise that he wants to see what quirk or potential you have, he’s fallen into the habit of watching you in his spare time. 

No, it’s not stalking. He’s just making sure you’re safe. 

Somewhere during this process of wanting to get to know your life, he’s discovered that you’re perfect. Not only for him, but for everybody. 

You were kind to others, always handing out compliments and taking the high road in arguments. So pure, so untouched. Deku wanted to keep it that way. 

It was all the better when he had followed you home one day and saw it-- the home screen of your phone. It was a picture of him taken by a local fansite. Dramatic flames had been photoshopped behind his outlined form, and even Deku had to admit he looked good. The picture had caught every detail, every indent of his body the hero suit clung to and enhanced. 

He caught you biting your lip and clicking your phone off with a blush before continuing home. 

Deku just knew he had to tease you more. 

What he felt wasn’t fluffy at all. It was intense. A deep, possessive side of him had been unlocked the more he followed you. One day, he knew he had to do something about it. 

Another kidnapping, another villain fought, and as expected, you were among the crowd of spectators. Deku figured you were just as addicted to him as he was to you.

You must’ve been. It was the only explanation. 

You wiggled your way through the crowd all the way to the edge, right where you could peek between all the surrounding people and catch a glimpse of the battle. 

Blood poured from a gash in Deku’s head as he dodged another swing from the villain. 

He hasn’t been moving his legs much, surely I can strike… now!

With a swift kick of his foot, Deku cracked the villain’s kneecap with enough force to make him crumple to the ground. His audience cheered at the sight and news reporters began smiling at their cameras, announcing to their viewers at home that the number one hero had won yet another battle.

While he kneeled down on the villain’s back, his gaze wandered the crowd. 

Where? Where is she? Where’s YN? 

Panic struck his heart when he couldn’t find you in your usual front row spot. No, you were here. You had to be.

His ears perked through all the jabberings of the crowd at the sound of a single camera clicking. Eyes darting back and forth, he finally spotted your signature phone case, with a chibi version of his own face on the back. 

Relief floods his system all before that familiar rush of arrogance that always comes with you watching him takes over. As soon as he finally catches your eye, he throws you a wink.

The outcome is certainly not disappointing. 

Oh my God, he just winked at me. 

You blanch at the sight before your throat releases a little squeal of excitement. You hadn’t even opened your mouth, but apparently it was still audible from thirty feet away. 

You’re almost positive steam is blowing from your ears by the time Deku begins chuckling, green eyes twinkling in glee. 

 Before you could spontaneously combust, you hightail it out of there, shouldering through the crowd and tearing cheek all the way to your house like a bat out of hell. 

“That did not just happen!” You slam your apartment door behind you, coughing and heaving breaths as it had been a while since you ran a goddamn marathon. 

“Oh my God, kill meeeeee,” you whine, running your hands down your face before flopping backwards onto the couch. Evidently, you had accidentally sat on your remote, as the television clicks on and scares the shit out of you. 

“Number one hero Deku defeated the villain only twenty minutes ago, right outside this gas station. Now, we do have footage, but we must warn that it may be graphic for some viewers.”

Your eyes drift to the screen as it switches to footage of the actual fight. Deku takes a hit right to the forehead, leaving a small gash before he dodges and jams the heel of his foot into his opponent’s kneecap, dropping him in seconds. The footage drags on for a few more seconds, and your face burns at the sight of him winking and snickering. 

“They actually got footage of that?!” Part of you is mortified that people all over the city had now seen that (and you’re a bit surprised that it was even real), but the other half is almost glad that it was you he had done that for. Your heart warms at the thought.

“I know, right? I kinda want to save that video now. If only they had caught your cute little blush too.” The sudden voice leaves you lying rigid on your couch. It’s a man’s, and it sounds way too cheerful for your average robber.

“Who are yo-” you cut yourself off when the man comes into view, taking your breath away. 

“Hi darling,” Deku grins. A rough hand peels away from his side to brush the hair away from your face, not faltering when you flinch away. 

“Deku…?” You try to sit up but in an instant, he’s straddling you, one leg on either side of your hip while his face nuzzles against yours. 

“God this is a dream come true, don’t you agree?” 

“How…?” Your mind has truly gone blank, even as your mouth gapes like a fish. 

“Don’t you agree?” Deku repeats insistently. The knees on either side of your hips have begun to press against you with bruising force. His hands trail up and down your arms slowly, just trying to feel you. 

“Why are you here?”

Deku huffs and pulls away, only to press his forehead against yours. “C’mon YN, I know you’re smarter than that.” Rude. “I’m here so we can finally be together!” 

Your hands tremble at your sides. There’s a definitive edge to his tone that makes you understand there’s no other way out of this.

“... You want to be together, right?” Only a second ago, he looked so dangerous and now his eyes are watering. Who exactly had you fallen for? 

“Deku… we don’t know each other.” It was then that you discovered there was nothing more awkward than reassuring a random man straddling your lap. The awkwardness only increased when his tears began to drip down onto your face. 

“YN, please don’t make me do this.” 

“Do what?” 

“I really didn’t want to do this, but I can see now there’s no other way.”

“Deku,” you don’t like the low timber that has grown into his tone, “what are you doing?” 

There was no point in fighting. Deku was a pro hero, number one at that. He’d trained for years, perfecting his body and his quirk, and the best you’ve ever done is buy a gym membership and never use it. 

That’s exactly why no matter how you pushed against his broad shoulders, his toned chest, or even tried to knee him where the sun didn't shine, you couldn’t stop him from pulling the cloth out of his pocket and laying it over your face. 

“Shh,” he couldn’t hold back his tears as you struggled. “Please don’t fight it, YN. Just breathe it in and I promise we can be together forever. Just breathe.”

You wanted to keep fighting. You didn’t want to go where this insane, batshit hero would inevitably take you. But God…

You were so tired…

The next time you wake up, the sun is shining through a nearby window. What you assume is a bed lies beneath you, enveloping you in it’s soft covers. 

Solid, muscular arms are wound around you like a barrier, and you finally take note of what had woken you up.

Pain. Teeth are nibbling at the skin of your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

“Please stop,” you say, voice scratched from little use. The thigh that has worked its way between the two of your own presses higher against your sensitivity, shifting with excitement as Deku smiles.

“Good morning, darling! Welcome to your new home!”

[tenthgrove]

La Squadra Headcanon: Everyday stand uses

We don’t get to see much of La Squadra’s stands other than their respective fights, so here are my headcanons for their more innocuous uses for them.

Formaggio- He has a drawer under his wardrobe which he converted into a dollhouse. It’s nothing spectacular, with poorly cut walls made of cardboard and shoddy hand-made furniture, but Formaggio’s very proud of it and loves to spend time there. He has a very chaotic sleep schedule and the others sometimes complain he keeps them awake, so when he’s having a sleepless night, he shrinks down and goes into the drawer so he doesn’t make so much noise. Unfortunately, Illuso has developed a habit of shutting the drawer with him inside it. He’s still figuring out a way to open it from the inside.

Illuso- Oh lordy lord. The amount of chaos one man can cause. In the anime it’s implied that Illuso has used Man in the Mirror to spy on Sorbet and Gelato having sex, and if so, I highly doubt this was the only time he took advantage of his stand to observe his team when they think they’re in private. It’s gotten to the point where he can’t even blackmail anyone because once literally everyone has had an embarrasing secret spilled about them, nobody really cares anymore. When Illuso gets bored of just watching people, he likes to play pranks on them too. Everytime they turn around something new will be missing from the room they’re in, and from within the mirror, Illuso will laugh his arse off watching them slowly think they’re going crazy.

Prosciutto- If he’s tired of everyone’s bullshit, Prosciutto isn’t afraid to whip out the Grateful Dead in order to clear out a room. Most of its effects might be reversable sure, but do you really want to risk any of that hair you spent so ridiculously long styling falling out, eh Melone? On the more innocuous side, Prosciutto has been known to age himself when out and about in order to take advantage of cheaper meals and travel. It helps him put more of his meagre paycheck towards what really matters (designer suits).

Pesci- Unfortunately, Beach Boy can’t really be used without killing or at least hurting something, so Pesci doesn’t get much out of it outside of missions. Prosciutto wants him to try hunting or fishing so he can improve his control of his stand, but Pesci isn’t a fan of hurting animals so he declines. The only time he’ll use Beach Boy outside of missions is when, if he’s feeling stressed, he might summon it semi-consciously and fiddle with the string like a stress toy. He finds it quite therapeutic.

Melone- I try to think that Melone would have enough respect for his potential mothers to avoid using them outside of missions. Even if not, I don’t think Risotto would let him go out making juniors for no good reason since its an unneccesary chance to get the police on their tails. Because of this, Melone sometimes takes the more controllable juniors home after the missions he creates them on so he can experiment with rearing them over an extended period of time. Some arguments have occurred with teammates (especially Prosciutto) about how much free reign these juniors get around the house. When he doesn’t have a junior to play with, Melone still gets some entertainment out of Baby Face through semi-serious matchmaking attempts with his unfortunate friends.

Ghiaccio- Risotto once came back to the base to find that Ghiaccio had, on the encouragement of others, turned the building into a giant ice rink. Several people almost lost their blood priveleges that day. Still, that was a one-off and Ghiaccio for the most part reigns his stand in as much as he’s able to control. That’s not to say he doesn’t have little uses for it. If you’re nice to him, he’ll go around your room and chill everything super cold. In the hot Italian summer, it’s a godsend. However, he doesn’t like it when people constantly harass him unsolicitated for chilled drinks and cold hugs, so it’s best to wait for him to make the offer himself else the unfortunate pesterer may face a profound tongue lashing.

Risotto- We know from canon how incredibly creative Risotto can be with his stand, so it stands to reason that he has a surprising number of non-lethal uses for it. He uses Metallica for everything from fetching objects around the room to just playing with the shapes he can form. He also uses it to shoplift by going invisible, which helps a lot with money. People are always vying for his good books so he’ll do shop runs for them. I believe that he can detect iron as well as he can manipulate it, so by monitoring the speed of a person’s blood flow he can gage how they feel when talking to him. This is very useful, since Risotto is aware how his appearance and mannerisms can unintentionally make a person afraid to speak their mind. A final use: I read someone else’s headcanon that Metallica, through its magnetism and many-bodied form, represents Risotto’s repressed desire for affection. Piggy-backing off this idea, I believe Risotto would use the Metallica beans as some crude substitute for human contact when alone, petting them in his arms and listening to their soothing cries.

Sorbet and Gelato- Obviously we don’t know what their stands were but I for one am convinced they did have them. A majority of the fan-stands I’ve seen created for them favour the idea that their stands had a low potential for conventional combat but a very useful ability for some aspect of their work not related to the actual murder itself. There’s also a very popular headcanon that their stands complemented each other in some way. Because of this I think they would have some very creative uses for their stands in everyday life, and would no doubt use them to create mischief as part of some ongoing partner in crime act.

(Note, my personal headcanon for Sorbet and Gelato’s stands alternates between the ones in an amazing fanfic called ‘There is a Town’ by ao3 user moodybluemood, and a pair of fanstands I created for them myself. Both these headcanons follow the reasoning above.)

[wizardgame100]

top 5 . raven wood professors 🤸

I know I just posted that my favorite would be the Ravenwood Balance Professor, but know that I actually adore ALL the Professors.

I always have tbh. They each represent just a good part of choosing a school and they're all comfort characters of mine (yes, even Ambrose) because like. They cheer you on? They truly care about the Wiz' growth and their safety looking past all the silly quests.

Maybe that's just my soft heart speaking but yeah. I like to think that at least.

SO my top 5 tho? Mmmmm

Well number 1 is the Balance professor. He reminds me of Professor Layton!! ESPECIALLY with the top hat and just the general "gentleman" kind of appearance. (And the fact that a part of Balance is puzzles). I also adore his idle animations in Ravenwood he's actually so adorable to me. I was standing in front of Bartleby while talking to a friend and that's when I saw his idle animation where he tips his hat and he was looking at my character and I made a noise sjkdfh I'm a sucker for stuff like that because now I just imagine him saying good morning/afternoon to all the students and just sitting on his bag (give this man a classroom PLEASE whY IS HE on the ST RE ET STILL)

Other than him oh lordy how will I rate the other teachers.

Hmmm OH I love Malorn. I didn't put him in my last post because I forgot about him AHH but I do!! He's trying his best and he's doing SO good.<33

I also love Professor Balestrom but I can't tell if it's because I like Frogs, his outfit, or the idea that a fancy frog who's a well known inventor is teaching a class. I'm also a Storm secondary, so I might be biased.

Okay, so I think I've got it. I'm also gonna go past 5. <33 🤸🤸

1. Arthur Wethersfield (Balance) 2. Malorn Ashthorn (Death Assistant) 3. Halston Balestrom (Storm) 4. Dalia Falmea (Fire) 5. Lydia Greyrose (Ice) 6. Cyrus Drake (Myth) 7. Moolinda Wu (Life) 8. Merle Ambrose (Bastard)

For all the Mali Simps, yes, I would put him up here, BUT we don't actually see him teach so. If he did, he'd be #2 based soley on Headcanons

Also know that this was super hard, I love them all so much sobs

[lordabovehelpme]

Lordy! I’m in distress after Mandalorian finale! Can you give us your best fluff? Maybe something about starting a family with Din or comforting him or just lots of affection or all of the above??? Idk but I need some Fluff and you’re the best there is🥺💕

Cold- Din Djarin x Reader

A/n: I am too still trying to recover and process what happened!!! But I am so happy to hear from you. And I am honored that you think I’m so good at writing fluff. I hope this lives up to your expectations! 

Warnings: Season 2 Finale spoilers, pregnancy

Masterlist 

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“Do you think they’re okay?”

Boba Fett turns to look at you, you don't need to see his face to know he is done with your questions.

“I don’t know,” you look down at your hands placed over your swollen stomach, “I just have a bad feeling.” Your husband had practically begged you to stay on the ship with Fett, as you would be “safe.”

“I’m sure they are fine.” Even his voice tells you how annoying you are, he turns back to face the flashing lights of hyperspace as you two fly away to the designated meeting spot.

Subconsciously, your hands rub over your stomach until you find where your child is. On your right side, you can feel the bump of your unborn son's butt. Being able to touch him calms you down, it grounds you.

***

You don’t know why, but your heart sinks when their ship comes into view. “Something isn’t right!” Fett turns towards you and his helmet tilts.

“I have received no distress call, they are fine.”

“No, no no no. Something is wrong.” You stand up from your seat and start pacing around. The powerful thumps of your heartbeat ring throughout your ears and your stomach does flips with nausea. But you know this is not because of your son, it is something more.

When the doors open and the crew walks in you eyes search for your husband. When he walks though, instantly you run into his arms. You feel him rest almost all his weight onto you, he is off about something.

Wrapping your arms around him, you peer over his shoulder, looking for your adopted child. You can only feel your heart sink lower. “Honey, where’s ad’ika?”

Cara throws you a saddened look and she turns away. It's then when you hear the faint sniffle from your husband you heart finally shatters. Fennec walks over and places her hand on top of your own. “Why don’t you both head to the sleeping quarters and rest. You’ll be needing your privacy.”

When she walks over to Cara you turn your head into the crevice between Din’s helmet and his shoulder. “Come on, big boy. Let’s go and you can tell me all about what happened.”

You feel his head slightly nod and as you let go of him, he grabs your hand. Something in your mind yells at you to be strong for him. You don’t know why you need to, but you just have a feeling.

Once the doors are closed behind you two, Din rips his helmet off and falls to his knees. His large palms reach out for you and pull you against him. His head rests on your stomach and his hands clutch your hips, as if he lets go you’ll vanish.

Running your hands through his soft curls, your own eyes well up with tears at the sound of his cry. “He…” The mandalorian hiccups and he moves his head so he can meet your eyes. “A jedi found us and…” Your heart shatters into a billion pieces when you see a tear trail down his cheek. “He’s with his own kind now.”

Closing your eyes, your own tears run down your cheeks. You know you should be happy, but instead you feel like a piece of you is missing. 

You feel cold.

***

As Din goes over every event that happened while on that ship, you just stand there and clutch his hair, eyes now puffy with how much you’ve cried. “But we will see him again… right?”

“Of course, cyare. I promised him.” His voice is muffled, as he is pressed against your stomach. You feel a little better now, but it could just be because you’re in shock.

Slowly, you lower yourself onto the ground and into his arms. Tucking yourself away from the world, you breathe in his scent. “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

“Cyar’ika?” He sounds hesitant and you hum, “Promise me you’ll never leave.”

Leaning back to face him, you look into his eyes. Swirls of pain and sadness dance in his orbs.

“Baby, I’ve been yours since the day I met you. Neither I nor this little guy,” you bring his hands to your stomach, “will ever leave you. You’re stuck with us.”

You watch as a small smile forms on his lips, before he smashes them against your own. He cradles the back of your head with one hand, while the other rubs over your stomach.

***

It takes a little over a week for you both to even start to recover. You’ve decided that Din was right, Grogu should be able to continue his abilities with someone who knows about it. It’s just weird without his little hands patting your leg, or his coos of excitement.

You’ve both also prepared more for the son you are about to let loose in the world. Din always has at least one hand on your stomach. Whenever you have to go to the bathroom, you literally have to pry yourself from his hold.

Being pregnant has its perks, such as getting the only sleeping quarters available on the ship while everyone else has to pile up in the hull. And, no one has really said anything mean about it either.

The only thing you can think of is how Cara has a running joke that she would have married you if she knew she would get bed privileges. You always laugh it off with everyone else, but you don't miss the way Din stands a little taller and his hand squeezes you a little tighter.

Tonight, you decided to head in early. Usually everyone will sit around and tell stories of their past adventures, but you just felt so tired. Not wanting to harm your husband's fun, you practically had to lock him out of the room. You know he enjoys the company of these friends, and you don't want to ruin it one bit.

***

You hear the loud booming laughter and cries of embarrassment die down and soon enough, the door opens and closes. The lights had already been turned off, so you can only hear the faint clank of metal on metal when he takes off his armor.

The blanket lifts up from your body and you hiss at the chill. A chuckle falls from his lips and two strong arms wrap themselves around your body, pulling you into a firm chest.

You turn your head to kiss his lips but he turns away. “Hold on, I have some business to discuss.” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his statement. He lifts the blanket again and shimmies under them. Having no idea where he is going with this, you just lay there and stare into the dark room.

His hands trace your hips and find purchase at the bottom of the shirt you wore to bed. You call it your shirt, but it's really one of his old tunics. He lifts the shirt and places it over his head.

“Hello, ad’ika. Now we need to discuss the plans for this next month.”

The tone of his voice is so serious you can't help but burst out laughing. Your hands fly to your mouth to try and conceal your sound but you're practically crying now.

Your husband brings his head from under your shirt and lifts the blanket to give you the meanest glare he can. “Excuse me Miss, but this is a serious meeting. You need to calm down and control yourself.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you try as hard as you can to stifle your giggles. Seemiling pleased with this, your husband lets the blankets fall on top of you again and moves back under your shirt.

“Sorry for the noise. I hope that won’t harm our agreement.”

Giggling as hard as you can, you listen to the “serious meeting” Din is having with your son over his arrival time. He even stops and presses his ear to your stomach at times as if he can really hear your son.

Finally after a few minutes, they say their goodbyes and part their ways. Your husband shifts back up to your side and he still has a serious look on his face.

“How was the meeting?” Your voice falters in the middle at how ridiculous the whole situation is.

“Uneventful. Even though we agreed and made lots of points, he is unwilling to give me a set date!” Din huffs.

“How inconsiderate!” Biting back a smile, you trace his jawline and scratch at his scruff. Your heart swells and grows with joy and passion. “I love you.”

His lips meet your own and they move in a slow waltz of adoration. “Hmm.” He bites your bottom lip before pulling back and kissing your forehead. “Love you too, Cyar’ika.” He nuzzles his chin on top of your head and tucks you into his chest.

Your eyelids drift closed and your thoughts fade away into a faint hum. The pound of Din’s heartbeat echoes through your chest and your own seems to match.

Just two souls entwined by love. One more, far away, and another along the way.

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Well, there it is. I hope you guys liked it!

Feedback is totally appreciated! 

Love, Lordy :) 

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A Name For Kitty (NACP-pt2)

You asked, so you’ll recieve! I’ll be honest here though, I didn’t put a name on the cat in the first part because I had no clue what to name him-- picking names is definitely not my strong suit. So names I’ve put in this fic are from random naming site, names I stole from my friends cats and cats I know in real life.

If your cat is named one of the names in the fic, I mean no harm! They’re all cute names in their own way, I just needed to fill in the blanks!

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3,858

Summary: Check out the prompt!

(Not my gif, credit to the creator!)

“So,” you drew in the Doctor’s attention as you walked into the console room. As usual, the man’s eyes instantly fell from his control panel and landed on you for a brief second before he returned his attention. He was flying the TARDIS, so he really couldn’t take his attention away for too long.

“Yes?” he drawled, eyes back on the TARDIS controls. His tone was light, as it usually was whenever you’d surface from your room in the TARDIS.  

“Kitty still needs a name,” you explained easily, flopping onto the seat in the console room. At hearing the nickname you’d stuck the cat with over the past few days, the cat let out a soft purr noise and hopped down from where he’d been sitting beside the Doctor on the console.  

You smiled lightly as the cat jumped up on the chair beside you, and head butted your arm for attention, which you gladly gave him. The Doctor took a moment to pout at the loss of his friend beside him, but it didn’t last long, “a name? I thought you’d given him one?” The man glanced back at you, only to frown at your confused expression, “Kitty?”

“No,” you shook your head, “that’s just a nickname since he doesn’t have a name yet. He can’t be called kitty. That’s dumb. It’s like calling you Time-Lordy, or me humany. Besides the name Kitty for a cat is way overused, we should be more creative, don’t you think? He will be a space traveler too now.”

“Never call me Time-Lordy again,” the Doctor huffed, throwing a glare over his shoulder, “and while you’re at it, never call you, or any other human humany again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed, “it was just an example, they’re both dumb names no one would use to talk about us.”

“Uh huh,” the Doctor shook his head, “but I do see your point. So, what did you want to name him then? What will (Y/N)’s new feline companion be called?”

“He’s not just mine,” you frowned, petting the cat’s ears and listening to his calming purrs, “he’s both of ours. And it’s not fair that I’d get to name him. We should both agree on a name, and not you just agreeing because I like it. You’ve gotta like it too.”

“Really?” the Doctor perked up a little, “we’re both naming him? Like anything?”

“Well, yeah,” you smiled, “so long as we both agree. He does live here with the both of us. He already loves us both—he's definitely a joint cat. So, we’ll pick a name together.”

“I’ll need a bit to think about it,” the Doctor decided, turning his attention to you for just a second before he was back to controlling the TARDIS, “this is a lot of pressure. Any names you fancy currently?”

“Well,” you gave a small smile, “maybe Boots?”

“Boots?” the Doctor repeated with a raised eyebrow, “you want to name him Boots?”

“Yeah,” you frowned, “look at his little feet, they’re all white. He’s black, but all his feet are white. He’s almost wearing little boots.”

“Boots.” The Doctor repeated once more, trying the name out, “noh, I don’t like it.”

The man made a face like he’d bitten a lemon, “and isn’t that a bit like the name Kitty? Wouldn't that be like naming you shoes, or me fashionable coat based on what we were wearing?”

“Oh,” you huffed, “yeah, maybe... I guess so.”

“Besides,” the Doctor continued, “Boots doesn’t suit him. He’s a smart looking cat, he needs a smart name—something like... Pluto! Exemplary for a tiny space traveler, don’t you think?”

“No,” you laughed. The Doctor’s attention shot to you, eyebrows furrowed in offense, “you’re not naming our cat after a planet, Spaceman. Besides, Pluto isn’t even a planet anymore--”

“Pluto certainly is a planet,” the Doctor interrupted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I’ve been there. Definitely a planet, no matter what you humans like to think.”

“Fine, it’s not defined as a planet on earth anymore at least,” you relented, raising your hands in mock surrender, “anyways, we should think about his heritage on earth, right? He’s an earth cat, he should have an earth name—or maybe not something related directly to space.”

“Fine, fine,” the Doctor huffed, “not directly related, but I’ll still be looking for something that hints at space. He will be a space traveler, don’t forget. Earth heritage, but currently in space.”

“I won’t forget,” you laughed, scratching under the cat’s chin, which resulted in his purrs growing louder. The Doctor turned his attention back once more to smile fondly at the cat, “he’s our precious little space traveler.”

“Indeed he is. A fine little space traveler if I do say so myself,” the Doctor agreed, strutting towards the two of you to pet the cat’s head, pushing his ears back. “And I can say so.”

----

You sighed as you rested your back against the wall. Your hand was raised, cuffed to a bar that was slightly above you in the room-like cell you’d been put in. You were sitting on the floor, not really afraid, or put out by this hostage situation. You were inconvenienced if anything.  

The Doctor hadn’t been the least bit nervous when the two of you had been cuffed and led along down separate hallways. This planet didn’t like the Doctor much apparently, so as soon as he’d been spotted both he, and you by default for accompanying him, had been taken into this planet’s custody.  

You could only assume this hadn’t been a first, and that the Doctor had something planned to bust the two of you out, so all that you could do was wait.  

So, you waited like the good little prisoner you were. You’d wait until an opportunity to escape arose, or until the Doctor opened the door to your little cell and sonic screwdriver-ed you from the cuffs.  

You listened intently to everything happening on the other side of the door. Not a lot, but a couple bangs and a door closing drew in your attention. Then, it was silent once more.  

“What do you think of the name Talis?”  

You jumped in surprise at the voice. It carried through the walls, probably right on the other side of the wall you were leaning against. You didn’t want to admit how much that had scared you.

“Doctor?” you asked hesitantly, since you couldn’t really make out what the voce had said. It was more of a mumble. You’d gotten bits and pieces of it, but the majority was a muffle of sounds.  

“(Y/N)?” The Doctor repeated, and even through the wall you could hear the sarcasm the man usually had—he was kidding around with you, “of course it’s me, this is like the most peaceful planet you’ll find. I doubt those living here even know war exists. We’re like the only being they’ve taken into custody in years—since... well, since my last visit here at least.”

“There’s no need to make fun of me when I’m held captive,” you rolled your eyes at him, but you were sure your voice was conveying the humor of the situation. “Now, what did you say before?”

“I asked you what you think of the name Talis?”

“Talis for what--” you paused, thought it over before your face scrunched up with astonishment mixed with irritation, “are you seriously suggesting cat names while we’re both held captive on this planet?”

“Well,” the Doctor paused, and you could almost imagine the impassive grin on his face, “well, that’s if you really consider us held captive. It’s very accommodating, wouldn’t you say?”  

There was a moment’s pause before you heard his voice continue, “but yes, yes I am.”

You couldn’t really argue with that though—you were basically locked in a bedroom. There was even a small bathroom leading off from the side of the room. Compared to jail cells on earth, this was practically a hotel room. “I’m still cuffed to a bar,” you mumbled in reply.

“Right,” the Doctor’s voice continued, “well, you won’t be for much longer. I’ve straightened everything out; we’re just waiting for an okay to be released. All a misunderstanding. Now, what do you think of the name Talis for Kitty?”

“Why Talis?” you asked easily, stretching out as far as you could considering you were cuffed, before letting your head fall back against the wall.

“Well, it’s a common name on this side of the universe, this planet included. Kitty looks like a Talis, doesn’t he? It would suit him, I think.”

“Let me get this straight,” you turned to look back at the wall, knowing that you couldn’t actually see the Doctor. You liked to hope he got the sentiment of it anyways, even though he couldn’t see you either, “you wanna name our kitty after the people who imprisoned us at first glance?”

“To be fair, I did technically have a criminal record here,” you opened your mouth to question that, but the Doctor’s voice continued before you could, “and before you even ask, it was all a misunderstanding. They’re actually incredibly nice here.”

“We’re locked in cells, Doctor.” You reminded. “It doesn’t matter how friendly they are when we’re locked in rooms and cuffed to metal bars.”

“Right, fine,” the man sighed on the other side of the wall, “I’ll take that as a no then.”

“Keep thinking,” you relaxed back against the wall, “we’ll find a name for him sooner or later.”

----

As it turned out, cats went through food and litter remarkably fast. Only a week after getting the first bag of cat food, and a box of litter is seemed that you guys were out of it. So Kitty eats and poops a lot-- like every other cat on the planet.

It wasn’t that upsetting though, since you had an excuse to go in and look at cat toys and other play things, since Kitty had started sharpening his claws on the TARDIS furniture (which the time and space machine, and the alien owning it, were upset about).  

He’d need a cat tree, and a scratching post if he was going to be spending all his time on the TARDIS. Plus, the cat had been playing with the Doctor’s shoelaces—while they were still on the Doctor’s feet—which included pulling them untied and then walking away leaving the Doctor to unknowingly trip over his laces.

As humorous as that was, you were afraid that the Time-Lord was going to break something, so Kitty really needed toys.  

Besides, the Doctor didn’t even really mind going to the pet story for Kitty’s sake. Not since he’d gotten attached to the feline just days after meeting him.  

The two of you had decided to leave kitty in the TARDIS, even though he technically could come into the pet shop with you. You didn’t want to stress him out though, and he was perfectly content just snoozing on the TARDIS console like he usually did.

Shopping for cat stuff was a lot more fun that shopping for things for yourself, and it was almost as fun as shopping at alien shops on different planets. The Doctor always seemed endlessly amused when looking around human shops down on earth.  

Today though, as the two of you grabbed different cat items, you bickered back and forth. You’d still not made any progress on picking a name for the poor cat. Names you liked the Doctor did not, and names he picked out you weren’t fond of.  

Who’d’ve thought that this would be so hard?  

“Murphey’s a cute name,” you frowned, “it’s different, but it’s not that different.”

“It’s so weird,” the Doctor scrunched his nose us, “it... it’s just a weird name. I don’t even know what to say about it.”

“What,” you turned to look at the Doctor as you grabbed a bag of dry cat food, “Murphey’s weird but Garrus isn’t?”

“Garrus is a sophisticated name,” the Doctor snarked, “it’s way better than Murphey.”

“It is not,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ve never even heard of the name Garrus--”

“And I’ve never heard of Murphey!”

“Is there anything I can help the two of you with?” And employee asked, looking between the two of you awkwardly. It was only then that you noticed the two of you were bickering rather loudly. “Oh, uh no,” you said.

But at the same time as you the Doctor responded with a bold, “yes!”

“Okay,” the employee frowned, looking at you for a moment before glancing at the Doctor and asking a shy, “what can I help you with?”

“We’ve just rescued a cat,” you explained, to which the employee nodded thoughtfully. “He still needs a name. But we haven’t been able to agree on one.”

“I see,” the employee gave another nod, “what names are you guys going between?”

“We still aren’t sure, but the ones we’re thinking about right now are Murphey and--”

“Garrus,” the Doctor added quickly, looking at the employee expectantly. “Which one do you like more?”

The employee suddenly looked put on the spot, and you felt bad. They looked hurriedly between the two of you before finally speaking, “Garrus is... uhm, cute,” they said slowly. The Doctor turned to grin at you, but the employee continued speaking, “but I’d have to go with Murphey.”

“You earth people are all the same,” the Doctor scowled, which looked more like a pout. “Earth’s loss that they don’t have good names like Garrus.”

“Thank you,” you told the employee while ignoring the Doctor completely. The employee gave the Doctor a nervous glance before giving you a respectful nod and quickly moving away to assist another customer. 

“You’re pouting,” you mumbled to the Doctor when the employee was gone.

“Am not,” the man pouted, tossing a catnip mouse into the basket you were holding, “earth people have no taste in good cat names.”

“Neither do aliens from Gallifrey,” you snorted. “We don’t have to name him Garrus or Murphey. Some name will come along that we’ll both like, right?”

“I’m not sure anymore,” the Doctor groaned, “we can’t agree on anything.”

----

“We’re not naming him Jax!” The Doctor groaned as the two of you ran. There were at least seven armed and armored guards after the two of you after you’d snuck into some building. You weren’t even sure what you were doing here, but the Doctor had led you along like he always did.

You really hadn’t meant to say the name out loud—not when the two of you were literally sneaking around. It had just... kinda come out. You hadn’t even whispered. It was like you had a hurrah moment of thinking of the name and needed to share it instantly without even taking a second to remember where you were.  

Attention had been drawn to the two of you almost instantaneously. There’d been a sharp moment of silence while the guards looked amongst each other to see who’d said a random word, until their attention landed on you and the Doctor. And from there, the Doctor was ushering you along and the troops were running after you.  

“Why not?” you whined as the Doctor snagged your hand and made a sharp turn down a hallway, dragging you along in tow.

“What kind of a name even is Jax?” the Doctor hissed, pulling you along, “we’ll talk more about that monstrosity in the TARDIS later.”

“Yeah, alright,” you laughed as he dragged you along.  

----

You’d never liked when the TARDIS would randomly land on other people’s ships. It felt rude to you, and it was certainly weird when others found you and the Doctor on their ship. In space. Without docking anywhere or have teleportation.  

The looks on people’s faces were hilarious.  

But, of course, most people instantly thought the two of you were a threat—especially when you happened to land in human-earth space ships.  

“Who the hell are you?” the captain of the spaceship (you assumed) demanded, pointing a gun at the Doctor. One of the crewmates was holding onto you, keeping your hands behind your back. “How the hell’d you get here?”

“I’m the Doctor,” the man introduced with his usual flare, “and this is my companion, (Y/N). Say hello, (Y/N).”

“Hi,” you huffed from where you were being held in place.  

“How’d you get here?” the captain asked sternly, not looking satisfied with the Doctor’s answers in the slightest.  

“In a spaceship, of course,” the Doctor shrugged, earning a scowl from the captain. You wanted to wince and remind the Doctor that hostile humans weren’t usually ones for jokes or sarcasm—especially when they had guns. “We are in space, aren’t we?”

“Let me rephrase,” the captain growl, “how’d you get in here.”

“We landed in one of your storage cupboards,” the Doctor continued on, frowning at the captain in apology, “and sorry ‘bout that, sometime you just can’t get the landing right.”

“You landed in our storage?”

“Yeah, accident. Sorry. We really didn’t mean to, but well, when you land, you’ve gotta explore. If you just let us go we can get back to my ship and we’ll leave.”

“You want us to let you go?” the captain raised an eyebrow, “after we caught you trespassing on a ship that’s orbiting space?”

“Uh, essentially, yes. We’d very much appreciate that--” the Doctor’s attention turned to you suddenly, “Cyprus?”

You instantly knew what he was talking about. It was a stupid name for the cat. He’d just blurted a name for your rescue cat while the two of you were actually in danger of being shot.  

However, the others in the room did not know the Doctor was talking about your cat. They exchanged harsh glances before everyone tightened their stances as if the Doctor was about to lash out. You mouthed a very annunciated ‘no’ at the Doctor to which he pouted again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” the captain snarled, “some kind of secret code? Tell us what it means.”

“It’s a cat name!” You panicked, seeing as the captain cocked the gun towards the Doctor’s head, “it’s a cat name, he wants to name our cat that! Don’t shoot him!”

“Really?” the captain grimaced, looking around the room at the crew’s matching disapproving expressions. The captain lowered the gun “that’s a stupid name for a cat.”

“Oh for the love of all things holy,” the Doctor huffed in irritation, “it’s a good name! You humans just have horrid taste in names!”

“Ignore him,” you huffed, “that’s honestly one of the better names he’s suggested.”

“Don’t let him name a cat Cyprus,” the captain frowned.

“Aye!” the Doctor scowled, glaring around the room—which included glaring at you.  

“Oh, I won’t,” you promised with a sigh.  

“Let her go,” the captain gave a dismissing wave of their hand and you were instantly let go. “Him too, I guess. Take your ship and leave, y’hear?”

“Loud and clear,” the Doctor pouted. “And I’ll name him Cyprus if I want.”

The Doctor turned on his heels and marched out of the room, leaving you to whisper a ‘no he won’t.’ just loud enough for the captain to hear before you were following behind the Doctor.

----

It was a quiet night in when the two of you finally agreed on a name for the little tuxedo cat you’d rescued from the streets.  

The Doctor and you were sat in the chair in the console room side by side, arms pushed against each other as you squeezed on the chair together. The cat was sprawled against both your laps, head and front paws almost curled into the Doctor’s abdomen, while his bottom half and fluffy tail were spread along your lap.  

He really was the cutest thing.  

His purrs filled the room, soft and calming. It added nicely to the usual buzz of the TARDIS, which you’d gotten used to and barely even noticed now.  

The Doctor had stabilized the TARDIS in space for the night, like he usually did unless he was on a planet he trusted (like earth).  

It was that calm time before you’d head off to bed and the Doctor was do whatever it was that he did before going to bed. The cat usually followed you to bed and cuddled with you until you fell asleep, which was when he’d leave to join the Doctor wherever he was. You always woke up to the cat in your bed with you though, cuddled right into your side and purring happily in his sleep.  

“What do you think about Calcifer?”

You opened your mouth to refute it—like you had for all the other of the Doctor’s strange suggestions, but you snapped you mouth closed before you said anything. It actually had a nice ring to it—unique but not way out of your world unique.  

The Doctor turned his attention away from the cat to look over at you with a soft, fond look.  

“Why Calcifer?” You asked quietly as you had before. You liked to hear his reasonings, to hear his thought process when suggesting a name—even if the name wasn’t very... normal?

“Well,” the man looked back at the cat, carefully dragging his fingers through the cat’s soft fur, biting his bottom lip, “it’s a bit of a fairytale from my home planet."

“What kind of fairytale?” you asked intrigued, leaning a bit into the Doctor.  

“As the story goes, Calcifer was a falling star who fell to Gallifrey. He was caught before he could fall to the ground and extinguish. This falling star was very powerful and he offered the one to save him a deal... but, I can’t really remember the rest of it. I think Calcifer really suits kitty.”

“Calcifer,” you tested the name, “we could call him Cal for short.”

“Cal,” the Doctor repeats. “I like it.”

“I do to,” you agreed with a smile. “I told you we’d find a name we’d both like.”

“It’s perfect for a space traveler too,” the Doctor gave an affirming nod, “a fallen star.”

“And we can take him to the vets on earth without getting strange looks for his name.”

“Yeah, that too,” the Doctor gave a laugh.  

With that, you looked down at the cat in the Doctor’s lap, “whaddya think kitty? You like the name Calcifer?” The cat gave a positive purr sound, which he was notorious for, before he stretched across the both of your laps and cupped his little paws around his own face as he stretched.

“He likes it,” the Doctor translated jokingly with a snort.  

“Calcifer the cat.” You returned the laugh, smiling brightly at the Doctor.

“Perfect,” the Doctor gave a matching grin, “now all we have to do is put that on the front of his tag and he’ll be set. Glad we settled on a name finally, that was starting to get embarrassing.”

“It really was,” you groaned letting your head fall onto the Doctor’s shoulder. It was quiet for a second before you were laughing to yourself. “We’re never naming anything else. Cal’s it.”

“Agreed.”

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Thanks once more for reading, and for the prompt! I love fulfilling people’s requests! Not sure if this was funny or boring or even what you were looking for, but I tried! Feel free to prompt me again if it’s not what you wanted!

Just as a bit of backstory this whole cat in general is based off my baby boy Murphey-- which I was going to make the endgame name until I thought of Calcifer. I needed something in between alien and also kinda earth sounding. Shout out to those who know Howl’s Moving Castle (even though I switched it up a bit) and get the name reference :D

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Curse of the Blind dead (2020ish)

The installment to the franchise that nobody asked for. Some scenes are so slick and the next second a very half assed moment happens. Probably issues found during editing with no ability for reshoots. That would explain the delays of the film and why I question when to say this movie was actually made. I'm tired of low budget films with "artistic" lighting, which i bitch about a lot. The color is all lowered in post then a flickering orange or blue light is added go make it seem like its lit by candle or old wobbly hanging rusty light bulbs tied to a turd. Anyways the blind dead Zombie Templars are back so hurray. We start with a tweaked origin in the 1300s then jump to the future where society has collapsed from riots and plagues (umm uh oh awkward). A cult of survivors kidnap people to appease Satan but instead just raise the blind dead (who now look like members Lordi (who one has a beard , that makes him the leader). The leads are really annoying, the lead female just screams and whimpers non stop. Sure her emoting is to show tension and pain but in a movie a out Blind Dead that often shows you things through their eyes, sorry I can't take things as seriously as they would like. It takes what feels forever for the zombies to show up and when it finally gets gross and violent its so over paced then the rest of the film , better paced but out of place..oow that rhymed. I mean when they be a killing its pretty cool. Then it just ends, well Blind Dead ends but then the movie meanders on into more torture porny pregnancy horror (sigh yes that's a thing) . Basically it's like a fart. A grumbling pain, then a loud noise, a painful stink where some are impressed by how vile it is, and then an awkward lingering.You feel like you could go blind but you're not really blind.

Note the hilarious ending credits music is an over 30 yr old song by a band called Death SS. Which as suiting as it is, I am still laughing that anyone other then me remembered who they were. #cursedmovies