#I PROMISE THAT'S A GERMAN SHEPARD

[brumlyshepard]

Favorite memory

[vamperrvert]

shrugs

[woodsborotown]

If I ever become a furry/therian/kemonomimi, I blame growing up on FNAF and LPS.

[mcrdvcks]

congrats!!! maybe frank castle headcanons with reader who takes every mutt home and cares for it?

while writing this, since i've never wrote for frank before, i repeated "goddammit red" in my head multiple times to hopefully get frank in character, lol.

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warnings/tags: stray dogs, soft!frank, protective!frank (?), fluff

At first, Frank thinks it’s a one-time thing. You show up with a skinny, muddy mutt and he just stares at you. “...That thing better not have fleas.” You roll your eyes and wrap it in a towel. He mutters but lets it stay. One night, tops.

It is not a one-time thing. Two weeks later, there’s a three-legged pit bull on the couch. A month after that, a wiry mutt with one ear and a suspicious limp. You say, “he followed me.” Frank says, “you brought him.” You don’t deny it.

He pretends to be annoyed, but he’s already bought extra dog food. He grumbles when he steps in fur. He curses when they bark at the mailman. But he also builds a ramp for the pit bull’s bad leg and cuts up hot dogs for treats when you’re not looking.

He’s extremely protective of you—so when he realizes these mutts make you happy? It’s over. You’ve won. You’ve got bruises and exhaustion and scars from a hard life, and these dogs make you soft. He’ll tolerate anything that gives you peace.

Sometimes he watches you patch them up—gently wiping their paws, checking their teeth, whispering nonsense to keep them calm—and he swears you’ve got actual magic in your hands. “You’re not scared of anything, huh?” he mutters. You smile at him. “No. You’re here.”

He starts naming them. Secretly. You give them names like “Muffin” or “Pebble.” Frank calls them “Tank,” “Sniper,” or “Old Man.” They respond to his names more often than yours, and you pretend not to be bitter about it.

He draws the line at more than five. “No more.”

You show up with number six two weeks later, soaked and shaking. Frank glares. You shrug. “…You can name him,” you say. Frank sighs, runs a hand down his face. “Looks like a goddamn Winston.”

Frank has a reputation in the neighborhood now. Not as the Punisher. Not as the terrifying guy in the black hoodie. As the “grumpy guy with the rescue dogs.” Kids wave from the sidewalk. Old ladies leave bones in baggies on the gate. Frank pretends not to notice.

You think he doesn’t care—but then you catch him training them. Hand signals. Gentle commands. Low whistles. One day you walk in on him teaching them to stay behind cover. “They need to know how to survive,” he mutters. You don’t argue. You just kiss his shoulder and sit down beside him.

He learns every one of their routines. The pit bull likes warm towels fresh from the dryer. The mutt with the bad ear only eats if someone sings near her. Winston is scared of thunder, but calms down if he can sit in Frank’s lap (Frank insists he’s “just lettin’ him up this once”).

You patch up every stray you find, and Frank watches like he’s seeing something holy. There’s blood on your sleeves, dirt on your knees, and you’re whispering, “you’re okay now, sweetheart,” like it’s a promise you’ll make true. He falls in love with you a little more every time.

Sometimes you fall asleep on the couch with a pile of dogs, and Frank just… stands there for a second. His whole world right in front of him. You, snoring softly, a mutt drooling on your sock. He quietly tucks a blanket around you both, clicks off the lamp, and sits nearby. Just in case.

Eventually, he just stops arguing. You bring one home and he doesn’t even lift his head. “What’s this one’s deal?” “Blind in one eye, hates men.” “Sounds perfect.”

Turns out that German Shepard—who you named Stella—really hates men. But the only guy she likes? Frank. The first time the two of you took her to the vet she nearly bit off the vet’s hand when he was trying to get her temperature.

Frank didn’t flinch. Just put a calm hand on her scruff, murmured, “Easy, girl. You’re good.” She stopped growling instantly. You stared at him like he’d just parted the Red Sea.

He buys a bigger couch. Doesn’t even mention it. Just installs it one day while you're out getting supplies. You stare at it in disbelief. “We don’t have guests.” “Didn’t buy it for guests.” He points at the pack, already sprawled across it. “They were fallin’ off the old one.”

Frank becomes the pack leader without trying. They follow him from room to room. Sit when he whistles. Wait for his signal before eating. One of the new ones—missing a paw—won’t go outside unless Frank carries her. He does. Every morning. Without fail.

You catch him sewing up a torn stuffed animal one night. It belongs to the anxious mutt who can’t sleep without it. You don’t say anything. Just lean against the doorframe and watch him fix it like it’s mission-critical.

[francixoxoxo]

23 with peace keeper coryo my beloved

July prompts ☀️ peace keeper!Coriolanus Snow

²³⁾ two minutes on a payphone

Coryo’s fingers don’t hesitate a moment as they punch your number into the on-base pay phone. It’s shitty— as is everything in district 5, his new transfer. Just one more deployment, he holds onto the promise like a lifeline. Just one more, and he can come home. He can restore his name. He can hug and kiss Tigris and Grandma’am all he wants. Most importantly, he can taste your lips again, smell your perfume instead of the ever-present stench of cow manure in this district.

It dials only two rings before the line picks up. Your surname is cooed formally in place of a hello, and he clears his throat. “I’m calling for—“

“She’s right here,” the maid hums, and he doesn’t have the time to think about how she knew exactly who he was calling for before your sweet voice filters in through the crappy speaker.

“Hello?” Coryo lets out a breath through his nostrils, leaning against the payphone with a forearm over his buzzed head.

“Sweetheart. It’s me.”

“Oh, Coryo! How is it? Is it as green as they say?” He smiles at the metal keypad buttons. Ever-curious, his girl. He tries to draw you up in his mind, picture your expression going off nothing but voice. It’s too easy to color you out from the recesses of his mind; which must be why he misses you so often.

“Well, I guess. It’s pretty brown, too.” Coryo’s smile turns toothy at your sound of disgust once the joke clicks. He shifts on his feet and lays his forehead against the crisp material of his gray coveralls, sighing. “How are things? How’s Angharrad?”

You throw your head over your shoulder, thousands of miles away, in the Capitol. Your German Shepard is curled on your rug, eyeing you very sadly and very tiredly for a dog that’s pampered all day long. Her tail thumps on the ground when you look at her. “She’s good. Everything is good. I mean… It could be better.”

Coryo’s brows draw, and you can hear his face in his voice, funny enough. “What do you mean, baby?”

“You could be here.” You mutter, voice dropping with the admission. You don’t say you miss him, you don’t say how much you love him. He knows all this already, doesn’t he?

“.. I will be. Soon.” Coryo’s soothing voice laves over your ear and you close your eyes, trying to ignore the telephone crackle and act like he’s speaking right in front of you. “Wait for me?”

“Always.” The line clicks off, hardly a minute later, right in the middle of your man recounting a night his platoon had spent out drinking. You’ve never hated the Peacekeepers institution more than when you remembered the 2-minute-and-pass-the-damn-phone (maybe it had a more formal name,) rule. You slam your own, pristine phone on the receiver and spend the rest of the hour thinking wistfully about your Coryo. He spends the rest of his week thinking of you.

[nrnyx]

PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.

Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!

Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 

The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 

Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 

The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 

Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.

It was going to be awesome.

Martha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.

“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 

Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”

“Yes, he had proof -” 

“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”

“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 

“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  

“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 

“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.

The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 

“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 

“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.

Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 

Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”

Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”

“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 

Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 

More proof that they fit together.

While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 

“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 

Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.

“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 

At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.

Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.

“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 

As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 

“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 

 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”

Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 

“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 

“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say. Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”

Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai general and Romantic headcanons

A/N:sorry if I got any of the characters wrong, I was using a combo of wiki/Google translate as I don't speak any of the languages mentioned. Pls let me know if I got any info wrong, i will gladly go in and change it to make it right.

General:

Half Indian and half Chinese.

His and nya's last name is 鄭 (Zheng), but he says it's Smith bc when they where younger he got in the habit of lying about his name so he Didnt have to deal with CPS.

His ma is from Visakhapatnam in Andhra Pradesh, and was a practicing Hindu. Ray is from the 云南 (yunnan) province, and was a practicing theravida Buddhist. Ray is ethnically from the 傣族 (dai people, also spelt Tai in english)

Before his parents dissapearances, they both brought him to their hometowns, and actively taught him both cultures and religions, which he continued to learn about and even teach Nya about after their dissapearances.

When he was 14 he bought a small boat and him and Nya rode it across the costal line, and he promised Nya one day when he was older he'd bring the both of them to their parents hometowns.

He's a Buddhist.

He speaks so many languages.

Like so many

He's fluent in Thai, mandarin and cantonese chinese, telugu, urdu, hindi, Punjabi, arabic and ninjago-ian(idk whatever language ninjago speaks)

Also trying to learn Indonesian.

He also knows yunnan dialect bc his dad would speak in it more often than not

Absorbes info like a sponge

He likes to quilt

He always wears a golden bracelet He got from his moms jewelry box after she left.

Likes to draw but is bad at it, so he colors coloring books

Introvert

He may act all confident, but he really isn't. super insecure

Soooo good with hair

Like, has all the stops. 10 step hair care routine

rivals Zanes cooking skills.

When working out focuses on building rather than lean muscle.

Mother friend

has dragged all of his friends into the water splashing festival.

Fatal flaw is loyalty and kind of hubris (it's conflicting, ik with the insecure and extreme pride, but like- it makes sense in my head. Inferiority/maybe superiority complex.)(it makes sense bc this is such me behavior. Imagine hating yourself but thinking ur the baddest bitch alive)

Likes to stare at fire

If he can't sleep he'll make a small bonfire to stare at and think

insomnia

Chronic cigarette smoker

Romantic:

Hes more show than tell

Def acts of service (me frfr)

Although, he is very cuddly.

Not in public, though. Maybe infront of the other ninja if it was a rough day

Loves to rock you gently from side to side when yall are hug

loves to give you temple kisses

He's very gentle with you, treats you like glass

You wil prolly say ily first, and he'll go;"🧍‍♂️...cool?"

He has mommy and daddy issues, but HEAVY on the mommy issues. Have fun with this hyper-independant fuck who can't accept help without feeling like a failure even though they need it (I'm not projecting you are)

Goes all out for holidays and anniversaries.

Doberman/German Shepard vibes tbh

When it's just you two he doesn't feel the need to fill the air with meaningless chatter, so if he feels safe enough to just share air without talking feel honoured and cherish it bc that means he actually trusts you.

A little rough around the edges, but will remember that thing you said 5years ago on ur first date

Most dates are chill inside and take a nap

But sometimes if he can he takes you on the town or someplace fancy

Also likes to show you his favorite childhood spots

[auroralwriting]

the master heist

con artist!bucky barnes x reader

bucky wants you to help him get his money back from an old friend.

warnings: violence, light manipulation, kind of dark bucky, based off of seb's movie sharper!

word count: 2.5k!

"What the hell do you want with me?"

You hadn't even learned the man's name yet. He picked you up off the side of the street after a very public and very loud fight and breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. He pulled up in a Mercedes, walking out, grabbing your duffel bag of personal items. He tossed it in the backset, waving you, telling you to come on in. So, you did. It wasn't like you had anywhere else to go.

"What's your favorite movie?" He asked, ignoring your previous question. He was making himself a drink, holding an empty cup to offer you some. You shook your head.

"Uh," You hesitated, "I guess maybe Jurassic Park?"

The man raised a brow, coming to sit next to you. You tensed at his presence. "Yeah, good plot. Stupid people,"

"Very," You mused softly. "Why would you even want to go to a theme park with real dinosaurs?"

"And that man who died at the beginning?" The man nodded.

You turned your body closer to him, "Yeah, it was so stupid."

"I wouldn't know, I've never seen it." The man suddenly said. Well, wasn't he just full of surprises?

The drink in the man's cup swirled as he set it down. "You've never seen it." Your words came out less of a question, and more in disbelief.

"I'm not really a movie guy," He hummed. "And that's what I'm going to teach you."

Your eyebrow dipped up in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

The man gave an annoyed sigh, "I make people believe I'm someone else to get whatever the hell I want."

"So," You paused, shaking your head in disbelief at the current situation you'd gotten yourself in. "You're a con-artist?"

"No," The man replied, "I'm like, an actor, you could say. I'm not hurting people or anything."

Well that was weird. "I never said you did," You argued back. The man rubbed his chin with a chuckle at your reply. "What? Did I say something funny?"

"You've got fire, I like that." He acknowledged. "What's your name?" You told him your name, he nodded, mouthing it like he was getting used to saying it. "I'm Bucky. Look, I need some help. I can't always get the.. customers I need. That's where you come in."

That made you wonder what kind of gig this was. "What's in it for me?"

"Free place to stay, share of money, someone to cook for you," Bucky listed. "Want me to carry on, or do you get it?" Bucky's tone wasn't condescending, nor was it full of malice.

"Why me?" You questioned. "You don't even know me. Also, how do I even know you're a safe individual? You could be, like, some murderer who wants to sell my parts on the black market."

Bucky chuckled at your words. "One, I don't murder or even consider the black market as a viable option for my work. Two, I'll give you every proof of identity I have, hell, I'll even let you run a background check." Bucky paused, giving you a smile. "But, let's be honest, where else do you have to go?"

He was right. You didn't have anywhere else to go. Bucky was your only option as of right now. Plus, you'd be making an income. "Alright," You sighed. "I'll help you."

"My name is Avalon DeClain, I was born in Mississippi, moved to Pennsylvania when I was six for my dads work." You recited. "I majored in chemistry in college, Penn State, graduated top of my class. I have a dog, Sydney, a german shepard. I'm single and my parents died when I was in high school."

Bucky smirked, "What year did you graduate?"

"Class of '16," You replied. "Graduated college early by a year in '19."

"You're doing better than I thought," Bucky smiled honestly. "Really, good job."

You smiled at his words, a small rush of heat going to your cheeks. "Thank you," It had been a month and a half since you started living with Bucky. As promised, he took care of you. He was teaching you all he knew.

"What do you say we celebrate tonight?" Bucky offered.

"Celebrate what?" You asked, your knees pulled up to your chest as Bucky stood up to grab some drinks for the two of you. "Is it your birthday or something?"

Bucky laughed, "No, not my birthday. Just," Bucky sucked in a breath, "A celebration of your wild achievements. I'd say you're graduating top of my class."

"Well, I'd sure hope so." You teased as Bucky walked back over. He handed you a glass of champagne, his own filled with a dark wine. "I am your only student, after all."

"And still my best work," Bucky clinked his glass with your own as you both took sips.

For a while, the both of you talked and drank. Somewhere in the last month, you had gotten Bucky to actually open up. He told you about how he grew up doing this life with some friends. However, he refused to speak about one in particular; Steve. Tonight, things seemed different though.

"Look, we've been doing small stuff," Bucky started, his tone becoming more serious. "You're perfect at the small stuff. But, I haven't been honest with you, doll."

"What happened with him?" You cautiously asked, ignoring the burning of your cheeks at the nickname

Bucky's eyes widened for a moment, his face then relaxing as he released a breath. "I knew you were intuitive." Bucky sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Steve was my best bud. We did, well, everything together. Until, well, one big job we found." You nodded, urging Bucky to go on. "It was some old guy, Richard. We both decided to become his assistants until he passed; he was old as rocks, if not older. After he passed, Steve and I said we'd split the money. It was around ten grand each. I guess the old man also had grandkids."

The look on Bucky's face almost broke your heart. "He took it all,"

"Not just that," Bucky continued. "He tried to get me fucking arrested. Damn good thing I was friends with one of the cops."

"So," You began. "How are we getting him back?"

Bucky's face was a mixture of relief, joy, and passion. "I love that fire in you," He sighed contently. "Tomorrow night, Steve's going out on his annual celebration. Something to do with his work successes?" Bucky wasn't sure. "His actual job, conning is a side for him."

"All right," You reassured. "I'm ready for this. What's our plan?"

"You're gonna flirt with him," Bucky explained. "He doesn't have a type, just pretty girls with short dresses. You're gonna explain how you need money for grad school, and of course he's gonna give it to you. He prides himself on being some social saint or whatever."

This plan felt way too easy. "That's all?" You remarked. "That feels.. too easy."

"Steve's girlfriend, Natasha," Bucky sighed, "She's gonna be up his ass all night. You gotta find a way to get her out of there."

You internally cringed. Great, that was significantly harder than before. "What's she like?"

"I really don't have a single clue," Bucky huffed out. "That's the one flaw of this, which is why I need to be sure you can do this."

Bucky looked nearly defeated. It was obvious he needed your help, he couldn't do it without you. "I promise you," You grabbed Bucky's hands. "I can get you that money."

No, you thought. I can get you even more.

Bucky had no way of checking in on you to see how things were going. He left his full trust in you to not fuck this up. You could see it in him all day; he was stressed. His hand kept running through his hair, he couldn't stop tapping his feet against the wood floor.

You walked into the bar, a smooth, tight, black dress on, red heels to match. You looked around for a moment, seeing if you could spot Steve.

It really wasn't hard to find him, bright blonde hair, a boisterous laugh that was actually really cute. That was definitely the man you were looking for.

Bucky gave you a script to follow. Steve once knew a guy, Howard, back from high school. The two had zero connection now, but good old Howard was your way in.

"Excuse me," You asked, walking up behind Steve. He and Natasha both turned around. "Are you Steve Rogers?

Steve gave a smile, "Yeah, that's me. You are?"

"Oh, I'm Avalon." You reached out your hand to Steve which he shook. You followed the same action with Natasha. "I'm good friends with Howard."

Steve slapped the counter with joy, "Howard! I remember that son of a bitch. How is he?"

"Great," You smiled. Natasha scooted over a seat, letting you sit between the two. "He's got a wife, good job."

"That's great. I always liked that guy, such a good man. He deserves a great life." Steve gushed as you awkwardly smiled in return. You ordered a drink as Steve rambled.

You shyly began to comb your fingers through your hair as Steve subtly checked you out. "He was actually the one to tell me about you. He thought, well, maybe you could give me a hand."

The bartender slid you the drink, one you failed to catch as it spilled all over the front of you. Both Steve and Natasha gasped. "Oh my god! Oh, that'll never come out." Natasha gasped.

Steve quickly grabbed napkins to help you try and sop some of it up. "Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine, just a ruined dress. I just bought it, too." You whined. In reality, this was all a part of your perfectly made plan to get Natasha out of there.

"Sweets, I'm gonna run home and grab her a new dress. We only live fifteen away and there is no way I'm letting her spend the rest of the night in a ruined dress." Natasha fell for the bait. This was perfect.

You quickly feigned guilt, "Oh, no. Please, it's really okay."

"No, I insist." Natasha said as she stood up, grabbing her belongings. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Stevie." Natasha left a small kiss on his cheek and rushed out of the building.

"I'm so sorry about your dress," Steve said, eyeing places it did not spill.

"It's fine, really." You said.

Steve was not subtle with checking you out anymore. "So, what was that favor Howard said I could help with?"

"Well," You bit your lip in a fake shame. Steve was quick to use his thumb to remove it from your teeth. "I have a pretty lousy job. I have this shitty apartment and a dog to take care of. I'm still paying off student loans, and I need to get my masters to get a decent paying job," You falsely admitted to Steve, batting your eyes at him as you sighed deeply. "I just.. can't afford to live. I'm eating a meal a day to afford dog food and groceries. Howard said that maybe you could help me out?"

You'd never seen a man nod quicker than Steve in that moment. "I'll do you one better. I'll help you pay off those student loans and get yo you paid off for grad school."

A gasp left your lips. To Steve, it was shock of his kindness. In reality, it was shock your plan worked. "Oh, God no. I couldn't ask for all of that. I was just gonna see if you wanted my dog-"

"Anything for a friend of Howard." Steve shook his head. "How do you want the money? Actually, no. Let me give it to you cash. You don't need to pay more taxes from that." You didn't even notice Steve had a briefcase with him. He opened it, leaving you in shock. You'd never seen so many hundred dollar bills stacked together before.

Steve counted out some stacks, making a pile. "I'm just gonna spit this half with you. Should be, ah, about maybe twenty grand?"

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. "Steve, I really couldn't-"

"Please," Steve scoffed. "I could make this money back in a day. I insist, you deserve a beautiful life for a beautiful woman." Steve's hand rested on your cheek as he thumbed it over softly. For some reason, his touch made you uncomfortable. All you really wanted was Bucky.

"I appreciate this more than you know." You sighed, leaning into his touch. "Thank you, Steve."

"It's no problem, sweetheart. Here, use this to carry all that in. We don't need you getting robbed." Steve handed over a large pouch from the case, shoving the money in it. "Get home safe, and give me a call sometime."

You nodded with a smile, but deep down you felt disgusted. You couldn't wait to show Bucky what you got.

"Bucky?" You called as you walked in. You walked in the living room to see Bucky jumping up from his seat.

"You look scared shitless, doll. What happened?" Bucky immediately rushed to your side. You hadn't even noticed how anxious you were, but it was a good anxious. "Did he touch you? I swear I will fuck him up if-"

Cutting off Bucky, you opened the bag to reveal the money. "He did some light touching, but I made it work to get you a little something extra."

"Ho-ly shit," Bucky breathed out, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. "Doll, how much is this?:

"Steve said twenty grand," You answered. "I thought I would play it up to get some more out of this."

Bucky looked to you, alarmed. "Did you let him-"

"No!" You cut him off again. "God, no. I just let him eye-fuck me and touch my cheek. That was enough for him. You're right, he is some social saint."

Bucky quickly scooped you up, hugging you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, doll! You're a fucking genius. You're actually fucking insane!" Bucky yelled as you laughed. "Why'd you do that? Put yourself through that for this?"

"It was for you, Bucky." You shyly admitted. "You gave me a second chance, so I wanted to give you what you deserved."

Bucky's hands came to rest at your hips as he drew you in closer. "Did you like the way he looked at you?"

"I only like the way you look at me," You breathed out, his face getting much closer to yours. "I just wanted you to be the one to touch me."

"Doll," Bucky muttered, his lips so close to your own you could almost feel them. "You're a fucking dream." Bucky pushed his lips against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You sighed contently into the kiss. "Your dress is also fucking sopping the floors."

You gave a smirk to Bucky, "So take it off, then." He smirked wildly at you as he grabbed your hand, leading you to his room.

"Maybe I will,"

[f3r4l-cr34tur3s]

MAGGOT INTRODUCTION!

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What can I say about Maggot? It’s defensive, protective and loyal. It doesn’t enjoy letting people near it doesn’t know, but it can be caring and sweet once it gets to know you!

It’s very protective of it’s parent, Shade and is very wary of most who interact with them.

However, it’s sweet! It is commonly regressed and is easily triggered.

Please be cautions of your language around it! It can get easily scared and defensive, it has strict boundaries of what people can do and won’t hesitate to tell you.

FAMILY

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Shade (Fading Stars) - Parent! It’s very defensive and only allows them to do and say certain things around it, it is their service and guard dog and prefers their company over most. It is heavily comforted and reliant on them, and will not hesitate to harm you if you do anything negative to it’s parent. It struggles with separation anxiety from them and is clingy to them, especially when regressed very young. It is very reliant on helping its parent whenever it can.

Uzi (Rotten Bakery) - Sister! Despite not speaking to her as much anymore, it is very reliant on them! Maggot enjoys playing around with Uzi and is clingy when able to speak to her.

Cozmic (Cozmic) - Sister! Maggot enjoys her company and commonly plays games with her. They use images and stuff they enjoy to show love to her, and enjoy messing with her!

Aera/Uze (Chaos Collective) - Sister! Maggot still feels some anxiety around them due to not speaking much, but would love to get to know her better! The two share common interests and Maggot commonly uses rambling and information as a love language.

Cynn (Fading Stars) - Sister! Maggot is defensive of her and enjoys showing things they think Cynn would like as a love language!

Jester (Fading stars) - Mother! Maggot is reliant on them, despite not speaking much it developed a relationship with her and sometimes experiences heavy separation anxiety to them.

Bot (Rotten Bakery) - Sibling! Maggot enjoys speaking to them and is playful and friendly to them!

Others:

Veebee/ESC (Rotten Bakery)

ESC (Fading Stars)

Ext! I may be missing a few people,, please let me know if I am!

KINS!

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German Shepard

Sylveon

Cubone

Rockruff

Sea wolf

Riolu

Brown Thrasher

Razor (Current shift)

Luz

WARNINGS!

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Maggot can come off as aggressive and defensive at times, it is commonly just scared and experiencing negative emotions. Please, do not yell at it or get offended. It commonly doesn’t understand it’s own actions and acts things off of heart instead of mind.

Maggot is easily triggered by cussing, yelling, aggression, scary imagery, anger, neglect, broken promises, ignorance, ext and can end up crying due to the above. Be gentle.

GENDER AND SEXUALITY!

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Maggot is agender and uses it/they/paw and hates being misgendered,

Maggot is a lesbian! It isn’t ace, but is somewhat sex repulsed due to be mostly a child.

EXTRA!

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Maggot is very clingy to it’s Mas and has issues due to our childhood trauma, please be patient and if you are trying to calm it and it won’t listen, please do not be offended.

Maggot NEEDS social cues, if you need to tell it to leave, tell it it did something, ext? Tell it! Gently, though. Leaving things alone and not acknowledging an issue causes it panic.

Maggot is an age slider!

[kaitawrites]

Puppy Playtime

Character: Puppy Hybrid Leon (RE2) x Female Reader

Summary: You are convinced to adopt a German Shepard Hybrid. And he ends up being the most adorable thing ever. 

AN: JUST FLUFF, Leon RE2 is so cute, just adorable

You weren’t expecting to be in this predicament, standing inside a hybrid pet shop with your mom. You have been stressed out with the way your business has been running. Your mom thought it would be a great idea to adopt a hybrid. You honestly did not want to deal with yet another responsibility in your life. But when you explained to her it was best you didn’t it fell on deaf ears. 

Somehow you were guilt tripped into going to the hybrid shop with her. Her eyes sparkling with amazement as she looks over all of the hybrids in the store. She was currently looking at a black and white cat hybrid named Ada. “Isn’t she adorable? You should get her.” Your mom squeals in excitement. 

You roll your eyes at her antics and begin to look around. After standing and glancing around for a while, you began to be curious about the other hybrid appearances. That’s when you stopped in front of a cage named ‘Leon.’ There lay a male hybrid who was curled into himself. His tail wrapped around his legs as he was fixed into a small ball. You could feel your heart dropping at the sight. You turn to the shop owner. 

“Am I able to play with this one?”

She gives you a worried glance at the cage and yourself. “I would like to warn you. He has been back here twice already. He has abandonment issues and tends to be aggressive when left alone.” Your eyes move back to the pup on the floor. Your mind moves to the thought of how alone he must have felt. Something must have happened for him to feel like that. Seeing the way he is curled into himself, you just couldn't help with what you said next. “I still want to see him and play with him.” 

She allows you to play with the pup in a room that is designed to introduce the pet and owner to each other. You were given treats and toys for you to catch Leon’s attention. Leon stayed near the door when he entered the room with the owner. Your heartstrings tugged as you watched his sad expression. His eyebrows turned downwards as his eyes slowly darted around the room. He doesn't look into your eyes, but he does look around the room.

“It’s okay, I just want to get to know you.” You softly spoke to him. He perks up at you with clear confusion in his eyes. You toss the ball next to him. It rolls next to his hand. He looks at the ball and then at you, uncertainty in his eyes. He slowly picks up the ball and rolls it back to you. The action created a big smile on your face. “Good boy!” You state excitedly, Leon’s ears perking at the words. It has been a long time since he heard those words. His tail beginning to way.

You reach your arm out for him. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” With your soft tone, he slowly makes his way to you. He first sniffs your hand, his eyes never leaving you. After getting familiar with your scent, he was able to get a little closer to you. He was a few inches away, and it made him smile.

You give him a treat and say the words once again. His tail wagging slightly. He was just too cute, you couldn’t resist his charm as his wide eyes looked into your own. His tail slightly wagging behind him, and his ears perked up on his head. “You are so freaking cute. Do you want to come with me? I promise to treat you well! And we can work on the abandonment.” Leon was hesitant at first before he nodded his head.

⭐️ Donations are motivation ⭐️

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi! I hope you're doing well🥰

Can I be greedy? I NEED me something from the kiss prompt lust if you're willing, of just about any of them, for Autumn (Rosie) and Steve? I genuinely cannot pick, there are at least 10 kinds I'd die to read about🥲 I miss them.

(No pressure!)

eeeeee, I miss them too! I choose --a kiss after a small rejection-- because we all know I love me a bit of angst before the fluff with 🍁 Steve Rogers x super soldier!reader 🍁 [one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024]

Warnings for not much (super mild cursing) except please remember that this reader chose the name Autumn Rose Barnes after rescued from Hydra. Steve calls you 'Rosie,' zero other physical or personal descriptors. It's not an OC! Sorry to lecture, but I've gotten complaints and needed to explain this multiple times...Also, you and Steve adopted a German Shepard mix named Maple. WC 1370

Your Team, an Autumn Is Healing tale

With the fastest, most forceful, super soldier movements you can manage, you shred the single page of paper in your hands.

Those cowards delivered it while you were in your garden. They put it under your door, far back in the building, and they ran away with their tails between their legs.

“‘Not able to authorize you at this time’ MY ASS,” you screech.

“I’m sure the Council didn’t make the decision lightly.” Steve diligently picks up tiny pieces off the carpet as you toss them everywhere.

It’s all you can do not to burst straight through the walls.

“How dare they? Have I not done enough?! What more do they want??”

You aren’t an Avenger, not now, maybe not ever, and the future just looks blank when before it seemed so clear.

You can fight—you should fight,—so why not put you to work? Why not let you on the damn Team?

“They don’t trust me,” you think aloud. “All this power, and no one wants me.”

He stops at the trash and puts his hands on his hips, dejected. “That’s not—Sit down, okay? This isn’t about any of that. You are wanted and trusted here.”

“I can pull my weight, Steve. I can give back what you all have given me. I can be a team player, I promise, please. PLEASE. Tell them. Please tell them I’m ready.”

“Rosie, no one doubts you are ready or capable or any of that, and you are part of the team. More importantly, I am on your team. We all are. Only thing that happened today is some bureaucrats covered their asses—“

You and maple cock your heads in shock, but the language changes nothing.

“Then why can’t I be of use?!”

“Here,” he specifies. “In here, in the compound, of course, we trust you. You know this place. You know all of us. But sweetheart, there is so much out there.”

He changes tactics. “We don’t need—I mean, the Council doesn’t see—you were trained as a soldier, yes, but that’s not who you are. That was so you’d obey their commands. The rest of us, we’re grunts. And frankly, I’m glad you won’t be in harm’s way.”

After thinking for a few seconds, something obvious occurs to you. Steve always fights for what you want, and he’s…not now.

You rush toward him with an accusatory finger up. “You did this.”

“What? No,” Steve balks.

“You did this, didn’t you? That’s what you told them to get them to say ‘no.’ You told them I wasn’t up to it, not a real soldier. You told them I’m not cut out for the Team because you didn’t want me fighting beside you.”

“I said I wanted you safe,” he tries softly.

It’s not a wall you’re about to burst through. “You took my chance!”

“Rosie, that’s ridiculous. I never—“

His phone makes a noise like a foghorn—the call to the jets. Danger. The Team needs him.

You both look up from his hip at the same time, eyes locked between fury and compliance.

“Better go.” You scowl. “Wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

His face falls, and he stands there, listening to the alarm sound again, then again.

Without another word, Steve gives up and leaves.

You lock the door and remove his entrance privileges. It won’t keep him out, but it will slow him down and make a point when he returns.

If he wants to keep the battlefield personal, then this can be your domain. He can apply to participate. He can go through a crucible of grueling interviews and tests and then last-minute, made-up tests because they just wanted to find one reason…

And Steve handed it to them on a silver platter.

When he comes back he tries the door. You can hear the mechanical lock beep in rejection of his hand print. He tries again. He knocks, he calls out with a louder knock, and then, finally, he uses the override command, the one that they technically all have because you can’t be trusted. Not really. Not fully.

He enters the dark rooms quietly.

You’re on the bed, laying with your hands wedged between your thighs, Maple’s belly warming your feet, the window blinds all the way up, moonlight and stars visible as a small comfort.

He doesn’t know if you’re asleep or awake until you speak.

“What was the point—why put me through all this if I can’t help? Am I just a thing to breed?”

“Rosie, honey, that is not and never has been true.” Clearly cautious from your argument, Steve stays a short distance away.

“Then why did no one look for me? I was right there, strapped down for years, because that was my purpose, that’s what I was created fo—”

“So was I,” he exclaims gruffly. “I was made to do one thing, and one thing only, and I still sat in the Arctic for seventy years! It doesn’t prove shit—“ he kneels down beside the bed, holding your hands and whispering pleas into you skin “—and no one but you can define your purpose.” 

Maple whines and bows her head over the edge.

”I want you,” he continues. “I trust you. If it makes me selfish to…fine, I’m selfish. So be it. I don’t want you out there with me, I’m sorry. I don’t. See, I lost people when they got sick, when they went to war, when I went to war, when I came back, when I didn’t come back.”

He pauses, tracing small patterns over your thumb while he squeezes your hands.

“Please. Please, sweetheart. Just give me this one thing because even though you have a serum, I can’t…I can’t imagine…if anything ever…

“We are super. We are not indestructible,” he admits. “Losing you would destroy me.”

Steve looks fragile, his features shadowed by more than the night.

“You don’t need to become an Avenger. We are already on your team. We are your team. You have nothing to earn. You have nothing to fight for. We lo—I love you. I’m in awe of you because you became so much more than they tried to make you be.”

The dog howls gently in agreement.

“Me and Maple are your biggest fans, too.”

Said ‘fan’ harrumphs on cue, making Steve burst into a smile.

“There’s a whole fan club. We have a slogan—‘Go Autumn’—there’s gonna be t-shirts and scarves.” He drops your hand to spring up. “We’re your cheerleaders, right, girl? See?”

He hurdles over you to his side of the bed and starts hopping up and down with his fists in the air. Maple goes ballistic barking.

“RAH, RAH, ROSIE! RAH, RAH, ROSIE!”

Steven Grant Rogers, born the fourth of July, one-hundred plus years ago, jumps on the bed, bouncing till you reluctantly roll off and stand. 

Maple gets down with Steve, panting, and watches intently, thinking her dad has really lost the plot in a super fun way. Maybe she’ll get a treat even.

He steps in front of you, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Wha’d’ya say, Miss, can I be on your team? Do you want me? You trust me?”

If you weren’t so close to tears, you would have answered him immediately. Instead, you hum.

He scoffs. “You Barneses are so picky.”

Steve pulls you into a hug, lifts your chin and says softly against your lips, “go, Autumn, go,” before capturing you in his zeal.

The truth of it is you know he wants you, and you know he trusts you. Knowing that Steve feared for your safety makes you more anxious to have him out there.

You hold him tighter.

He's right, of course, that risk is everywhere and nothing is promised. How could he say 'no' to peace of mind? You'll never be lost. He will never lose this one thing.

Though you will not be joining the Avengers, one of the many things you are a part of is this: a slow dance in the dark with a good man.

A slow, slow dance between his tongue and yours, that is.

After what feels like hours of him kissing you so sweetly, Maple is bored and stretching into a ready stance.

She yips indignantly.

You pull away from Steve. “I know, girl. I always want him to come home, too.”

He rests his forehead to yours. “She’s right. I should respect her mom’s independence.”

Maple squeals and flicks her head (and ears) to the side. Where’s her treat, you crazies? She put up with your tension all night, and she deserves a reward.

Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a 'yes' ⬅️ ➡️ Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[justabigassnerd]

Birthday Celebrations

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 2,100

Warnings - allusion to death, mostly fluff

Summary - you celebrate your birthday with your dad's and the Daggers

A/N - happy one year of Hangman Junior everyone! I couldn't let such an important date slip by unnoticed, I know I haven't given Hangman Junior some love in a while I'm still struggling with motivation for the universe but I figured I owed y'all this, especially given how important the universe is to me. the first part of Hangman Junior was posted on 7th January last year and I know that technically it's not the 7th everywhere just yet but it's the 7th here in England and I've deprived you guys of fics long enough. Anyways, I won't ramble anymore, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

In the days leading up to your birthday, Jake and Bradley had been working hard to organise a party for you to celebrate your seventeenth birthday. They had managed to talk Penny into letting them use the Hard Deck for the evening, not that she needed much convincing since Penny was more than happy to let her bar be used for such an occasion. Then the second the Daggers got involved, the planning went so much quicker. Natasha helped Jake and Bradley oversee all the planning while the other Daggers were responsible for getting certain things for the party. Then, before the party, the Daggers, along with Maverick, Penny, and Amelia, were responsible for making sure the Hard Deck was decorated and ready for you and your dad’s arrival at the party.

“Dad, where are we going?” You question as you get into the backseat of the Bronco, harnessing Moose in the car seat next to you and glancing between your dad and Bradley as they exchange a look before looking back at you.

“We’re swinging by the Hard Deck really quick. I promised Mav I’d grab something he needed that Penny had. Besides, it’s on the way anyway so I figured I’d save myself two journeys.” Bradley lies easily, turning the key in the ignition and sparing another glance at Jake who smiles softly. Neither of them liked lying to you in any way but they knew the surprise would be worth it.

The journey to the Hard Deck was filled with music, singing, and laughter. When Bradley parked the Bronco outside the Hard Deck you were confused when both Bradley and Jake got out of the car and gestured for you to follow them.

“I thought you just needed to grab something for Mav? Why are we all going in?” You ask curiously as you open the door, calling out to Bradley and Jake who just continue to encourage you to follow them.

“Penny said she wanted to say Happy Birthday to you when I said we’d swing by on the way. Get Moose out too.” Bradley replies smoothly, grabbing Jake’s right hand with his left.

“Will Penny be okay with Moose coming in?” You ask, all too aware of the German Shepard excitedly pressing his nose into your back and lightly whining, indicating he wanted to get out of the car.

“When has she not been okay with him coming in?” Jake retorts with a smile as you roll your eyes, freeing Moose from his harness and putting his lead on before joining your dads. As you reach them, Bradley wraps his right arm around your shoulders to jostle you slightly before releasing you, and you all laugh just as you reach the door to the Hard Deck.

“SURPRISE!” You jump as the lights of the bar flick on and see the smiling faces of the Daggers. You glance at Jake and Bradley and notice them smiling down at you.

“So you don’t need to grab something for Mav then?” You ask, locking eyes with Maverick across the room and laughing softly as Bradley shakes his head with a smile.

“Happy birthday, my sweet girl.” Jake says softly, embracing you as you quickly hug back, both of you smiling. When Jake finally releases you from the hug with one last kiss to the top of the head, you move to Bradley’s embrace who also says ‘happy birthday’ and lands a kiss on the top of your head before he lets you go.

“Hey Hangman Junior! Get over here!” You turn to see Mickey calling over to you, hands cupped around his mouth to heighten the volume of his voice which in turn made Moose perk up at the sound of his favourite human’s voice. With a nod of approval from Jake and Bradley, you cross to the Daggers and are immediately tugged into a hug by Mickey.

“Mickey you literally saw me the other day.” You say with a laugh as Moose paws at Mickey’s leg, whining for attention.

“Yes, but it wasn’t your birthday the other day. Big difference.” Mickey replies as if it were the most obvious answer in the world, releasing you from the hug and crouching down to greet Moose whose tail swishes excitedly at the attention he’s receiving.

“I’m surprised you were able to keep this a secret from me.” You muse jokingly, smiling down at Mickey as he pets Moose.

“I only found out this morning and then Payback was basically babysitting me the whole time we were setting up to make sure I didn’t tell you.” Mickey replies, a faux-grumpy tone to his voice while he looks up at you and sends you a joking wink before returning his attention to Moose. You laugh at his words and look up to where Reuben is, who had clearly heard his backseater's words and rolled his eyes in jest. While Moose was occupying Mickey’s attention, you cross to Javy after locking eyes with him and his grin widens as you approach.

“Hey, Kit-Kat.” He says with a smile as he embraces you, his hold gentle and comforting.

“Hi, Uncle Javy.” You reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you hug him back.

“Happy birthday.” Javy says as he releases you, making you thank him quietly before being called over by the rest of the Daggers who trap you in hugs and wish you a happy birthday while Jake and Bradley go and join Maverick and Penny by the bar.

“So… seventeenth birthday… one year closer to eighteen.” Maverick mutters, getting a glare and a light slap from Penny while Jake and Bradley smile sadly.

“Yeah… she’ll be an adult before we know it.” Jake mumbles, trying his hardest to keep his sad tone from his voice as he watches you smiling and laughing with Bob but failing miserably as Bradley takes his hand, running his thumb over his knuckles in an attempt to comfort his husband.

“I can’t imagine she’d leave and never look back. She loves you guys too much to do that.” Penny offers softly, smiling at the two men who smile back gratefully.

“I could’ve sworn it was only yesterday that she was born.” Jake says softly, the memory of holding you for the first time etched into his memory like a carving in stone.

“It feels like it flies by, doesn’t it?” Penny agrees, able to relate with Jake as she reminisces about Amelia, eyes drifting over to her daughter who is laughing and smiling as you show off one of Moose’s new tricks while she pets Theo who is more than content to watch the younger dog show off.

“You’ve raised a good kid, Hangman.” Maverick says with a smile, clapping Jake on the shoulder as Jake lets out a small breathy laugh.

“I can’t take all the credit. I haven’t exactly been raising her alone. I’ve had everyone here by my side. I know I was an ass in the academy, and even more so when I was first training at Top Gun. But other than me and Javy, y/n had no one else and I couldn’t bear to leave her behind so I pretty much put myself over everyone I flew with. But now y/n has a family and people to look after her if something happens to me.” Jake says, the gentle smile never leaving his face as he watches you engaging with his teammates.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, Jake. We’re all going to be there for her, and that includes you.” Bradley says softly yet firmly, pulling Jake’s hand closer, encapsulating Jake’s hand in both of his own and squeezing it gently. Jake tears his gaze away from you and locks eyes with his husband, softening at Bradley’s gaze and nodding lightly. Jake didn’t like thinking about not being in your life but sometimes his thoughts got their claws in and would drag him down into his ocean of depressing thoughts but he was grateful he had Bradley, his lifeboat among the dark thoughts, rescuing him and reminding him of the light that he had surrounding him in the form of his family and friends.

“Come on. Let’s get involved in our kids party.” Bradley then says, quickly leaning over to press a soft kiss to Jake’s lips before gently leading him over to the rest of the Daggers who are of course showering you with attention and affection. Moose was the first one to notice the two men approaching and made his way over to them, tail wagging madly as they both immediately reached down to pet him.

“Hey guys.” You greet your dads as they approach the group, seamlessly joining in with the conversations that are happening as they arrive.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Bradley greets you as Jake plants a kiss on the top of your head.

You spend the rest of the evening at the Hard Deck, eating copious amounts of food laid out on the table, singing some karaoke with the Daggers, as well as a usual sing-song to ‘Great Balls of Fire’ with Bradley accompanying on piano. You also opened some presents that the Daggers had bought for you, thanking each of them with hugs and appreciative words. Soon you all ended up outside the bar, on the beach playing fetch with Moose as he chased the ball happily before trotting back over to someone different and dropping the ball at their feet and waiting eagerly for the ball to be thrown once more.

Eventually, as it got later, people started to go home one by one after helping Penny tidy up the Hard Deck so she didn’t have to worry about it in the morning. You bid everyone goodbye with one last hug and a ‘thank you’ for taking the time out of their evening to set up a party for you before you head home yourself with Jake, Bradley, and Moose. When you get home, you head straight for your room to get changed into your pyjamas before heading back downstairs to watch one of your favourite movies with your dads as Moose lays splayed across all three of your laps and he makes sure to give the three of you his own version of kisses at random moments, making you all laugh as you gently push his head away.

By the time the movie ended, you were just about ready to collapse into bed and sleep as the exhaustion from the party and spending time with those closest to you set in. You trudged up the stairs with Moose hot on your heels, laughing to yourself as he began to nose the door open himself the moment you pushed the door handle down after you finished getting ready for bed, and trotted over to your bed and hopped on, curling up with a contented sigh.

“Moose in his normal spot?” Jake asks, appearing in your doorway amused as you nod your head, cross to the bed and pull back the duvet, starting to figure out a way to manoeuvre your way around Moose like a Tetris block.

“It’s Moose’s bed now. He’s very gracious in sharing it with me.” You joke, rubbing your dog's belly as he rolls onto his back, tail wagging against the sheets.

“What a generous pup.” Bradley teases as he joins Jake in the doorway, both men watching you slot into the bed alongside the German Shepard before crossing to your bedside.

“Did you have a good birthday?” Jake asks gently, smiling at you as you nod enthusiastically.

“The best. Thank you. Both of you. The party was amazing.” You thank both of them profusely as they shake their heads.

“Sweetheart, we wanted to do that for you. It’s the least you deserved. We both love you so much.” Jake then says, stooping down to press a kiss to the top of your head which is then followed by Bradley doing the same.

“I love you guys too.” You reply smiling up at them as they smile back. The two bid you one final happy birthday and goodnight before petting Moose and exiting your room, leaving you to go to bed. You switch your lamp off and lie back in your bed, curling around Moose who nuzzles his head into your stomach.

“Goodnight Moose.” You whisper to your dog, running your hand through his fur one final time before allowing your tired eyes to close as you reminisce on the festivities you held earlier in the day as you fall asleep.

You couldn’t wait for next year.

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APHRODITE APHRODITE APHRODITE OMG OMG HI ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU POSTING !!! and about WRIOSTHSDFJS HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINE.

i have so many unsavory thoughts about his handcuffs....... his broad shoulders.......... his fluffy hair.......... omg he is so dogboy HE IS SO GERMAN SHEPARD CODED????? LIKE PLS SIR GROW EARS SO I CAN PET YOU ??????? i just wanna give his head pats and scritches while he lays his head on my lap 🥰🥰🥰 im such a sucker for that ong I JUST LOVE HIM HES SO FINE I CANT WAIT TO HAVE HIM

(sidenote also hurt/comfort wrapping his fists after he gets into a fight without his gloves ?? BLOODY KNUCKLES KINDA....... JUST KISSING HIS HANDS WHICH ARE SURELY SCARRED FROM THAT TYPE OF FIGHTING)

REN BABY HEYYYYYYY <33 I MISSED U !!!!

MY GOD SO TRUEEEE 😭😭 bro he is so fine forreal holy shit ;;;; there is just smth about him that !!! AHSDHAJKSBS I can't even word it but omg his vibes are just so off the chart 👀

AND YESSS My god just soft moments with Wriothesley,,, BRO could you just imagine how he would met into your touch, and how he would sorta push his head up into your hand when it pets and plays with his hair? and how, if you stop, he'd open his eyes and give you a little glare until you get back to it, then and only then will he close his eyes back up and lean back into your lap.

AN D UFUALKMDS THE HAND WRAPPING LORD HAVE MERCY;; the urge to write this fic after u mentioned it??? aaAAAA

Like him trying to do it himself at first, since he's experienced in patching himself up after his fights and he doesn't want to bother you with something like this, but he immediately caves when you see it, gasp, and then take his hand in yours to help. And oh you're so busy with spreading ointment on his split knuckles and wrapping it so gently in bandages, worried that you're doing it too loosely or too tightly, that you don't even see the way his gaze on you is so fond. He holds still for you, places his hand on your lap so you can tend to it, and does his best to assure you that he's fine, dearest. Wriothesley doesn't think his heart can take much more, seeing you dote on him and care for his worn and scarred hands–– then you raise his hands to your lips and give it the gentlest of pecks, then turn his palms over and pepper small kisses over every scar you know is hidden under the bandages. All the way from his hands, to his wrists, then migrating to his face and up to his lips. And it's all he can do to contain himself when his heart feels like it's going to jump right out of his chest.

("Be careful next time, okay?"

"I promise, my love."

"And find me when you need help, please. It makes me feel better knowing I can help you like this. Knowing that you're cared for."

and as if he thinks you couldn't make him love you any more than he already does, you just go and prove him wrong.)

[merbear25]

It's for the one hundred followers event (the add to my previous ask😅)

I know it probably sounded a bit silly to ask for clarification, but the seven threw me off a bit 😂 But thank you for the request!

I went with some headcanons and a drabble since I felt inspired. I hope you like it 🥰

Vampire AU with Germany x reader

He'd probably live in a quaint cottage in the mountains.

He'd have dogs to help ease the lonely nights, seeing as he can't form normal relationships. Unfortunately, he's had this issue long before being cursed with immortality.

Prefers the serenity of being surrounded by nature and only goes into town to buy things for general upkeep around the property and for his dogs.

Would do his best to refrain from drinking from people; it wouldn't necessarily be out of a sense of morality but more to do with not knowing where they'd been. He'd take the risk of contracting diseases very seriously.

He'd come to terms with the fact that he'd live out his immortal life in solitude. Whenever he went to the shops, he'd see couples every now and then, as well as groups of friends enjoying their night out together.

Standing under the street light, watching them exchange laughs, he looked up at the snow beginning to drift from the sullen clouds. He knew deep down that he was lying to himself—he wanted companionship.

He arrived home just as the snow storm was rolling in. Being greeted by his German Shepards always brought on some warmth to his still heart, but they could only give him so much in their short-lived exsistance.

The knocks at the front door caused him to shoot up. He was yet again caught off guard when the knocking persisted—their urgency rising.

Swinging it open, he glared at his unwelcomed visitor. When you were too slow to state your purpose, he curtly asked, "What is it?"

Feeling a wave of fear suddenly wash over you, you finally managed to choke out, "My car broke down and I can't get any service."

When he didn't react to this, you decided to continue explaining your reasoning for disturbing him, "Could I please use your phone? I'll be quick. I promise!"

Stepping aside to let you enter, the smell of your blood permeated the room. You looked around but couldn't find any sign of a phone, "Sorry, but where's your phone?" When you turned around, chills ran down your spine. Menace loomed from behind his eyes; he closed the door without taking them off of you.

"There's one in the other room. I'll show you to it."

Unsure of how to properly evade any danger, you thought it'd be best to remain calm. Muttering a prayer to whomever may be listening, you trailed behind him.

As soon as you entered the room, he had you in a trance; suddenly the murderous intention he'd been giving off was being replaced by a craving for him.

Clinging your body to his, he overpowered you easily, consequently making you collapse beneath his weight.

Gripping at your neck, he was careful not to startle you any further. Looking into your eyes, he saw how they darted trying to comprehend his intentions. Gently, he laid each finger on the front of your throat, tracing your pulse under his finger tips—debating whether or not to give into temptation. A poor soul like you who was unfortunate enough to have troubles leading you to his front door should be easy pickings for him.

Moving in closer, his hypnosis was sedating you. Your eyes rolled back, letting him lick at the intended point of trauma. Feeling your fists, which were gripping at his biceps tightly, release their grasp only increased his uncertainty of following through with it.

[small-sinclair]

Hiii🌙🌙Wanted to ask if you can write headcanons of Johnny Slaughter😖 🙏 of course you don't have to do it🤗⭐ it was just a question.. ☺️😶

I can do that. I don't mind!

Headcanons of Johnny Slaughter

tw: mentions of killings, blood

He is the biggest goofball you'll meet if he doesn't want to kill you. He has a lot of bad puns and jokes.

Just for the heck of it, he says something so out there and watches his family argue/fight. He'll stay quite for a moment with a shit eating grin and leave the madness.

Banned from touching the radio.

Banned from Cook's kitchen.

Banned from Sissy's room (don't ask what happened).

VERY knowledgeable about flowers and butterflies. He has a lot of books over butterflies.

Johnny does like to go to a certain house in town to visit an old woman that reminds him of his grandmother when she was alive. He'll sit with her on the front porch in the summers and listen to her stories even if she already told it. She lives by herself and her family doesn't visit her often, which makes both her and Johnny a bit sad.

I have an hc of him having a long scar on his back that stretches from his upper back and curves to the left side of his bode like a 'J'. He got it when he fell out of a tree.

This man knows how to play the fiddle.

Ask him about his bottle cap collection.

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I think he is a bit overprotective of Bubba. If a victim is making fun of him or taunting him, Johnny would not show mercy as they kill them.

HATES milk. He will never drink it.

He enjoys reading (tell no one).

Can't cook, but knows how to bake! Loves making muffins and cookies!

Johnny has a soft spot for dogs and cats. There's an orange cat that lives in the barn named Froggie; she's Johnny's cat.

He has another cat named Lucky; she's a turtle cat.

Johnny has a dog, too. A German Shepard named Cain.

I actually think he was once in love, but not with the girl he kidnapped (can't remember her name for the life of me). She and Johnny used to play by the watering hole before it dried out. When she got older, she had to move away. Before she did, she kissed Johnny goodbye, giving him his first kiss. He thinks about her from time to time, but shakes it away. If she really loved him, she would've came back and visited, but she hasn't.

Has kissed a guy before when he was drunk. May or may not had a make-out session behind the bar. (He enjoyed it?)

When he's not killing, he's working part time at the town's car shop. He's really good at it, too!

He actually loves kids and wants kids of his own one day, but he won't be able to stay around because of his way of life.

There's a family photo folded in his back pocket he keeps.

Whenever he as a dumb idea, he says it out loud, gets a look from Sissy and Nubbins, and they do it. All three of them share 1 brain cell when it comes to doing something dumb together.

He knows he's adopted, but he's okay with it... sometimes. He does think about what could've been from time to time, but he shakes it off. Nothing tastes sweeter than blood on his lips and Nancy's apple pie.

Johnny is touch starved.

There was this one kill that he remembers and thinks about a lot. It was with a girl about his age. Instead of running with her friends, she went to Johnny. He knew it was an easy kill, but he didn't expect that her last moments was giving him a hug and promising that everything will be okay. He didn't know why he held her close for a while and stayed with her until her last breath. His family ended up having her for dinner, but Johnny made sure he took her bones and charm necklace. He put her bones in a shoe box and buried her in the family grave. Sometimes, he wears the charm necklace and thinks of her, remembering her promise that everything was going to be okay.

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may We get an inbox check?

hi there! sure!!

since our last check two days ago, nothing new has been queued but plenty of things have been worked on and finished! so while it might not look like its moving, i promise it is :D

ill put it under a cut because its very very long!! we're doing our best to keep up with everything

have a good day! we're so sorry for the wait, we know things are backlogged :(

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