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baby-yongbok · 2 months

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The Wolves

Boyfriend!Seo Changbin x Afab!Reader

♡ Genre - Explicit (non-idol) - Bad boy!Changbin ♡ WC: 3.2k ♡ CW: Public sex, Marijuana usage, Binnie gets ✨confrontational✨

♡ Summary: Your Changbin's girl, everyone knows that. You're off limits but sometimes the wolves forget that and the two of you have no problem reminding them.

♡ A/N: When I saw these pictures I knew that I'd end up writing to them. I was right. This was something quick that I wrote in a day and saved to be apart of my Binnie Birthday Week! I hope you enjoy + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

✧ Masterlist ✧

You and Changbin don’t match, that’s been clear since earlier in the night when some of his friends that you never met gave you narrow confused glances as you walked in with him. He’s mean looking and clad in leather while you’re donning a small smile with a knee length sundress that your boyfriend gifted you earlier in the week.

The friends that you’ve already met know that as odd as the visuals may be the energy between you two is an undeniable match. It just seems to be off putting to those who haven’t seen you two together before.

“Thought you weren’t coming.” His friend, who you think is named Chris, greets your boyfriend with that complicated handshake that they made up. Changbin tried to teach it to you once but you just can’t do it. “Is this the girlfriend that I’ve heard so much about?”

You smile over at Chris, giving him a small wave. He gives you a once over, ending with a grin before looking back at Changbin who’s glaring at him. “Behave yourself or no one here will ever see you again.” You giggle at the threat and Chris throws his hands up in surrender.

“She’s cute that’s all.” Chris looks over at you. “You’re cute, but I’m gonna go so your rottweiler of a boyfriend doesn’t maul me.”

“Hate that guy.” Changbin mumbles with a crooked smile and you smile back. It’s clear that he doesn’t but you play along anyway. “He seems terrible.” You both laugh as you move further into the group.

It’s a small and scattered get-together. People are drinking, smoking and everything in between. You’re one of the few girls in the group and you stick out like a sore thumb which earns you a lot of looks from some of Changbin’s friends you know and some that he’s told you to stay away from.

The two of you are sharing a blunt when Chris pops back up and sits next to Changbin. He leans in and whispers something that turns your boyfriend's face sour on his exhale. You’re pressed against his side so you can see it all as you take another drag of the joint.

His eyes wander across the room and over to a group of guys that you know he doesn’t like. You call them the wolves. From what you’ve heard there have been a couple of fights between him and the one staring back in this direction. The one staring at you.

Chris pats Changbin’s shoulder and smiles over at you before retreating back to his spot with the freckled blonde across from you.

“Binnie?” He hums but his eyes stay on the man across the room. “What’s the matter?”

Your speech is slower than usual, a clear indication that you’re on the road to being high outta your mind. Whatever Jisung put in that blunt is definitely some serious shit. “Nothing, bunny.”

He pulls his gaze away, looking over at you with mean eyes. You know that look, that’s the look he gets when he’s feeling possessive. “C’mere.”

He takes a deep drag of the blunt and you sit up to lean into him. He grabs your jaw lightly and you fall into place, following his gentle lead. He blows the smoke into your mouth and you inhale every bit that you can. Once he’s completed his exhale his lips crash to yours. He kisses you hard and rough, keeping one hand softly on your jaw and the other grabs your waist to pull you closer.

You exhale the smoke through your nose, the hand that isn’t supporting your weight against the battered sofa is rubbing across Changbin’s lap and over his soft bulge. You know that he’s trying to send a message and you have no problem playing along.

He breaks the kiss, pulling away a bit to look you in the eyes. His are just as red and droopy as yours. His dark pupils are dilated but now there’s something different about them, something foggy and heavy. “I don’t know if I should’ve brought you here tonight.” He whispers, eyes searching yours.

“Mm, Are the wolves hungry?” Changbin turns his head for a second, he looks back at the men across the room to find them all staring back at him. Some with clenched jaws, some with smirks on their face and some just watching. You’ve even seemed to earn the attention from some others outside of that group. “They are.”

You hum, untangling yourself from him and standing from the couch. You offer him your hand and he takes it, standing with you. “Then let’s feed them.” You sneak a mean glare to the men across the room and their smiles fade almost instantly.

“Outside.” Changbin mumbles before he springs into action. He moves you in front of him and leads you to the back exit where there’s nearly no one around. Just a couple making out on a fire escape and Changbin’s friend’s Minho and Hyunjin getting head from some girl over in the dark corner by the door.

The cool summer air hits you hard once you step out of the door. It feels different with the weed in your system. It feels good, but not nearly as good as Chagbin’s hands on you as he leads you down to the end of the - surprisingly clean - alleyway.

He pushes you up against the graffiti littered brick. His hands wander over your breast and up your arms as yours squeeze and scratch at his exposed muscle and over his leather clad shoulders. The hood to his jacket falls back leaving him with just his hat as he leans in for a kiss. It’s hungry and hard and fast but organized. It’s firm and possessive.

In Changbin’s head he’s still kissing you in front of them. He’s showing the wolves what they can’t have and he wants to make it clear, you’re off limits. You on the other hand are messy. Your movements are blurry and hurried as you unzip your boyfriend's jacket and move to his belt buckle. You’re still showing off to the wolves in your head too. You want to make it clear to them that you’re his, you’re off limits.

You’re whining into Changbin’s mouth and he hastily swallows every sound. He can tell that you’re getting antsy, you want him to touch you, that’s how you always get when you’re high. You’re the touchy and horny type while he’s the laid back type.

“Needy little thing." He pulls back and strips his jacket off of his shoulders. You watch with pleading eyes as he lays it on the floor next to your feet like a blanket. He wraps an arm around you, turning you so that your back is against his front so that you can sit in his lap but a sound pulls his attention to the door down the alley.

He looks down and his jaw instantly clenches, It’s him. That one fucking wolf who was staring at you and his fucking friend are leaning up against the wall, drink in their hands while they steal glances at the two of you. “Can I fucking help you?” Changbin shouts at the pair of them and it’s only then that you notice them.

“Ignore them.” You whisper to him and press your ass back against him. “I’m not letting them see you like this.” He turns you to the side so that you’re mostly out of view.

“You’re mine, no one else gets to see you fucked out for me.” Changbin turns back to face the two, hands balled into fists and ready to fire but he relaxes a bit when Chris walks through the door. His eyes meet Changbin’s instantly and he can feel the tension in the space between them.

“I suggest that you two head back inside, yeah?” Chris glares at the two and they return the hostile gaze. “If you wanna see someone fuck so badly I can get you two a room and a mirror. I’m sure you’re no stranger to that.”

“The fuck did you say?” They step towards Chris, their glass bottles are in tight fists and Changbin takes this as his cue to get over there. Your boyfriend takes a couple of steps towards Chris and his friend takes a couple of steps towards the wolves. “Basically what I’m saying is…”

Changbin finishes his friend's sentence with a venomous growl to his voice, one that you’ve never heard before. “Get fucked up or get the fuck out.” He tilts his head, watching them both carefully.

“Your choice.” Chris finishes and the two just stare back at them. A second or two pass before the duo decide to avoid a beating and head inside. “Good choice.” Chris mutters as your boyfriend follows the two with angry eyes.

Once they’re out of sight you can visibly see Changbin’s shoulders relax. He stretches his fingers and neck and Chris gives you a quick glance before patting his friend on the back.

“Go, don’t keep the pretty thing waiting.” You’re leaning against the brick as you wait for Changbin, thighs pressed together and a blunt between your fingers. You’re taking a drag when he gets back by your side.

“Where did you get a blunt?” Changbin smiles at you, he can feel the tension melt away now that he’s back with you but it isn’t enough. Not yet. “Your jacket pocket.” You smile over at him lazily. Jisung really outdid himself with the weed today.

“You don’t even care that a fight was about to break out next to you?” He cages you against the wall between strong arms. He plants a hand on either side of your shoulders and you bring the spliff up to his lips for an inhale. “I know you got me.”

You smile up at him and he breaks a bit. He takes the blunt from you and loosely sits it behind his ear while he pulls you into him. You take this opportunity to finish unbuckling his belt and move to the button of his pants. If it were up to you, you’d be on your knees already with a mouth full of him but he always likes to feel you first.

“You’re right.” He grabs you, wrapping you in his arms and swinging you around so that his back is to the wall and your back is to him. “I got you.”

He moves down the wall, dragging you into his lap and spreading your legs over his. His fingers tickle your skin as he hikes up your dress and slips your panties down until they pool at his feet.

Moans tumble forward as he sucks marks into your shoulder in between filthy whispers of all the things he’d like to do to you. You squirm at the sound of it all, already slipping deeper into that fucked out state just from his touch. The weed is hitting harder now, it’s peaking in your system and your core drips in response to it all.

"Shh shh, baby. You'll feel good soon, I promise." His fingers slip through your folds, spreading your slick before pressing into you slowly. You whine, too floaty to properly moan for him. "See, you feel good don't you? You like being stretched by my fingers, bunny? You like swallowing me up like that? "

You're shaking your head, mumbling confirmations mindlessly as he curls his fingers against your most sensitive spots. “I needed to feel my baby’s pretty pussy to calm down. You see what you do to me?”

You’re grabbing at his pants as he fucks into you, you scratch at the leather in a mindless attempt to ground yourself. "You're doing so well. You look so pretty like this, you know? You make me so fucking hard for you." He presses his bulge up into your ass and you moan breathlessly. He's so thick, his fingers are barely good enough to prepare to take all of him.

"Feel that?" You're shaking your head. "You'll suck it for me, won't you? You'll suck and slobber on my cock just how we love it, right?”

"Mmhm, 'm gonna suck it." He pushes his fingers in up to the knuckle and a particularly loud squelch of your cunt has you groaning.

"How does such a tiny pussy stretch out so perfectly?" Changbin kisses the back of your neck and around to your ear. He kisses and nibbles at the shell with whispers in between.

"You wanna wet my cock, bunny?" Kiss. "Wet my cock so I can treat this pussy just right." Kiss.

You're nodding as he pulls his fingers out of your messy cunt. His other arm wraps around your waist to keep your back flat against his chest while his slick soaked fingers push past your waiting lips. You suck and swirl your tongue the best you can, being fucked out and hazy.

Drool is dribbling down your chin as you suck just like Changbin wanted. "I want you to spit all of that onto my cock, keep all that spit in your mouth, okay?"

He's moving you over so that you're sitting on his jacket next to him. He tugs on his zipper and fights his pants down his thick thighs just enough for his cock to pop free from his boxers, you can feel more spit pool in your mouth at the sight of it. "Get it wet, baby, go ahead."

You clumsily sit up on your knees with Changbin’s support and lean forward a bit so that your mouth is right over his cock. His hand rests on the small of your back while the other takes the blunt from behind his ear

He takes a long drag as you pucker your lips and let the spit pooled in your mouth flow down onto his cock. It coats his tip, dripping down the sides and pooling at the hilt. "Ah, fuck, look at that." He praises you on his exhale, smoke clouds the two of you as he watches your hands wrap around his shaft and twist just the way that he likes.

"So fucking nasty, shit." You lean down to lick at his tip as you jerk him, twisting in opposite directions while your hands move up and down on his dick. "Kiss on it a little. Fuck, that's it, that's right, baby."

You plant open mouth kisses on the head of his cock and he tips his head back against the brick in ecstasy. Between the weed in his system and your godly hands jerking his cock he swears that he could ascend into a higher state of being.

"Gimme your throat, bunny." You move your hands, placing them on your lap like he taught you while his hand moves from the small of your back to the back of your head. He pushes your head down ever so slightly and bucks up gently. "Oh that throat, that tiny fucking - nuhhahh you're gonna make me cum."

He fucks your throat slow and deep, taking in the way that you swallow around him and choke a bit when he hits the back of your throat. "Fuck, c'mere. Pull your dress up." He lifts your head and helps you lift your dress up around your waist.

"Binnie is gonna slip into your pretty cunt is that okay?" He asks you, looking up at your low lidded eyes with his own. "Please, need you inside."

Those were the magic words to have Changbin positioning you in his lap. Your dripping cunt rests over his leaky dick and you grind down against him, his cock slips and slides perfectly between the lips of your pussy. The head of his cock bumps your clit just right, making you moan into the air and earning whines from Changbin.

"Baby, baby, baby. I can't take that." He guides you with one hand on your hip despite his protest to the impromptu pussy job. The sounds of your combined slick gets picked up by the slight breeze and is carried around you.

"Such a fucking tease, don't you wanna be fucked?" He brings the blunt up to his lips and then to yours. Allowing you to take a drag from between his fingers.

"Wan' your cum." You grind down harder, swirling your hips a bit faster. Changbin puts the blunt back behind his ear so that he has a free hand to land a firm slap to your ass while the other grips the plush of your hip tighter. You moan, throwing your head back and swaying a bit. The hand that was gripping your hip now wraps around your waist to keep you up while you move over him.

He exhales smoke into the air with a moan, his hips buck up into you and you put your hands on his strong chest to brace yourself. "Lift up, baby.”

You lift yourself, whining at the loss of contact but that pout is quickly replaced with pure bliss as he positions himself and sinks into you. "Bin - 's so full. So full of you."

He's whining too, moaning and biting at his bottom lip with his head kicked back and his eyes on you. "So tiny, fucking tight." You grind against him and he's popping your ass to get you to stay still.

"I'll cum." He shakes his head and you whine again. You busy yourself with planting kisses to his cheek and up the side of his neck. "Wan' your cum."

"Yeah? Fine." Both of his hands grab your waist and he presses further into you, interrupting your kiss with a deep moan. "She wants her cunt creampied, huh?" He's grunting as he pulls back, slamming into you again before repeating.

"Oh - ah ah - my god. Oh my god, oh my - ah" He's hammering into you now. Fucking up into you at a brutal pace while he holds you in place.

"Oh fuck, fuck, bunny's so - fucking - sounds so pretty. Such a pretty - shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Close, close." You're panting with your head hanging back and your tits bouncing out of the flimsy cups of your sundress. "There, there, right - I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking -"

You're screaming his name as you come undone. Spirts of squirt wet Changbin's torso as he continues to fuck you through your high and chase his own.

You're hanging on by a thread as you try to remember how to breathe. You’re staring up at the sky, moaning mindlessly as you blink up at the clouds. They’re hazy but they almost appear to be brighter, closer, more vibrant.

"Fuck I'm gonna bust, bunny. Gonna fill this pussy, yeah? Gotta fill it up. Get you full of - oh fuck, baby kiss me. Kiss me." You're sitting up in an instant and crashing your lips to his. You were already dizzy but the feeling of his lips on yours while he moans into your mouth mixed with his strong arms circling your waist as he holds you down against him and fills you with sticky white ropes of his cum makes you feel like you could really lose it.

"Ah ah ah, baby." High pitched whines tumble from him as you clench and grind against him as he rides out his high. "Don't, can't take that."

"More, Binnie." He smirks at you, it’s one sided and a bit lazy as his sparkling dark eyes look up at you on top of him. You're still stuffed with his cock. Your hole is plugged up to keep his cum inside and you want more.

"Greedy, baby."

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daveyscheezitz · 29 days

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♤My personal David HCs♤

And Angel ofc

- He's 6'7ft or 200cm

- His mother was Peruvian while Gabe was American.

- Although he looks a lot like his father, most of his physique came from his mother's side.

- His eyes are a hazel, but depending on the light, his eye color looks like it changes to either green or brown.

- When they were really young, both David and Asher thought he had super powers other than his shifting until Gabe told them the truth.

- His great grandfather (moms side) was Samoan, but his genes skipped a couple of generations until they reached David, making him turn out huge.

- He's surpassed both Asher and Gabe in height.

- He has a small scar over his lip. He fell off a tree face first.

- A lot of people try to flirt with him while on the job, but he ignores them. Asher likes stepping in and pretending he's David's boyfriend until the person leaves.

- "Another relationship saved, don't ya think David?" "Shut up, Ash."

- Him and Asher have a "Wolverine & Deadpool" friendship.

- Unironically listens to kpop girl groups from time to time. Especially Twice and Red Velvet.

- Will take it to the grave before anyone finds out, especially Asher and Angel.

-They know but they want to catch him in the act.

- He genuinely enjoys musicals. His favorites are Hairspray and Epic.

- Loves playing video games and is definitely the type to scream at a game yet continue playing it. *ahem* Overwatch & COD

- If Angel likes Legos, he'll tell them not to waste so much money on those things ... then proceeds to buy them the Colosseum ... and a set of small flowers.

- He's rich >:]

- He drives a F250 but has a 1990 corvette that him and his dad fixed up in the garage. It was his first car and a way for Gabe to teach him how to fix a car.

- Phonk & Rock>>

- Has black hair and a couple gray hairs (We love silver foxes)

- He has bright gold eyes in his wolf form, but his fur is completely black

- Although they've been together 6 years, The mall wasn't the first place they've seen each other. While Angel was in their last year of college, one of the pack members was in the cheer squad and they came to support her while Angel was in (band dance cheer wtv u want) that was the first time they saw each other but other than a comment from Asher that Angel was cute, they didn't actually talk.

- He's actually really good at dancing but doesn't like to do it. The only reason he'll dance is if Angel begs him, and even at that, it's only limited to slow dancing.

•These next Hcs are about mostly my Angel OC so if you're not interested you can skip these•

- Angel was raised in a wealthy family and owns a ranch that their father tends to. All future Solstice parties hosted by David and Angel take place there due to the large house and even bigger land area. (As long as they don't eat the animals)

- (i refuse to believe Angel and Babee are useless) Angel and Babee both are childhood friends who served in the military together. Angel is a sergeant with good sniper skills and Babee was a demolitionist.

- Angel owns quite a few dogs. Most are herding dogs for the animals in her ranch, but 2 of them are her pets. A Rottweiler and a Chihuahua that David gets jealous of sometimes.

•Okay done•

- (This 1 is quite sad. Tw: mentions of death) David is fluent in spanish because Gabe didn't want him to forget about his Peruvian heritage after his mom passed away, so while he was young, he did his best to take David to Peruvian style restaurant and events. Gabe even traveled all the way to Peru so David could visit his grandparents, who he adored.

- Loves spicy food.

- His favorite dog breed is a Caucasian Shepard or a Calupoh.

- His love languages are Acts of Service or Gift giving.

- After he proposed to Angel or after they were married, if anyone tried flirting with him, he would flash is wedding ring before silently walking away.

- Angel is not allowed to cook, and if they are, it's either to make noodles. Their ramen is so good, even beating David's.

- David's name on Angels phone is "Pookie Wookie 🐺" Angels' name of David's phone is their actual name. ex. "Alex," "Jackson," "Monica," but Angel changed it to "Beautiful Gorgeous🧍" He didn't care enough to change it.

- He got so jealous of the name Asher put for his number on Angels phone "Ashy Baby," but Angel was the one he punished (no walking for you tmr)

I got no more tysm <3

#redacted audio #redacted david #redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted angel

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 months

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Hi :) I was wondering if you could do Poly Dallas and sodapop hcs? with a reader if you're comfortable with it, of course. I think it would be a funny dynamic

This was written in my anatomy class (can you tell that I don’t pay attention in anatomy?) so I’m gonna give @a-person-who-didn’t-want-to-be-here a big huge thank you for helping me out <4

Anyway!

There’s a really complicated getting together story here? I just haven’t figured it out quite yet, so I’m gonna leave that to you guys to think up cause there’s a few ideas swirling around my head, I just haven’t nailed anything down because I’m really not in love with any of my thoughts

But you’ve got the best of both worlds going on for you! A nice golden retriever boyfriend and a boyfriend who’s more of a german shepherd/rottweiler/doberman type-

Life is good!

Both of these boys run warm and they can both be very very handsy, made worse by the fact that they are both very very much in love with you

Jealousy is sort of wonky here? Cause Dally’s very loudly jealous, but Sodapop’s jealousy comes off as him acting more closed-off and withdrawn, he just kinda pulls away when you hang too much with Dallas

Also, before we get any further along, Sandy and Sylvia don’t exist here because I’m in charge and I make the rules :)

Parties! You’re always being dragged out to parties, whether it’s a drag race and you’re on Sodapop’s arm, or a late night party at Buck’s bar where Dally keeps you tucked to his side all night long

You’ve got the whole freaking gang honestly, the whole crew wrapped around your finger-

Dating Dally gets you Johnny in an instant, dating Sodapop gets you Pony, Dare, and Steve- the only one left is Two-Bit but ya know, he’s a good enough guy, he’s probably on your side in all this anyhow-

You’re at the DX a lot, just hanging around the pumps and the garage and the register while Soda’s at work (you definitely skip school to go see him, Dally picks you up and you guys waste the day over at the gas station)

Sodapop sneaking out to meet you and Dally down at Buck’s because there’s a party tonight and honestly he doesn’t care if Darry kills him for being at the Merrill’s establishment, he hasn’t seen you all week long-

Of course of course, you’re wearing Dally’s ring and when you and Sodapop are holding hands, he likes to twist it around your finger and fiddle with it

Dally asks him what he’s doing, asks if Sodapop’s trying to take it off as if he’s got some sort of problem with you wearing somebody else’s ring but Soda just kinda shrugs and says he likes fooling with it

Baby boy’s got no problem other than ADHD and he likes to mess with things 🤷

Patching them up after a rumble is such an obnoxious task- Dally’s whining about broken ribs and how he can barely breath and Soda’s slouched on the floor, holding an ice pack to his face and asking if you’ll still love him if he’s got a black eye

Suggestion? Try and keep them close together in this situation ^^ make them sit near each other, because they both want attention and if you’ve got to run back and forth across the living room every two seconds, no one’s going to be happy-

You spend a lot of time sitting in Dallas’ lap and you spend a lot of time holding Soda’s hand, sometimes these happen at the same time-

Imma say it, you’re not sharing a bed with both of them unless you’re hurt or sick because both of these boys are like portable space heaters and no matter how cold you may be, these human furnaces will make you feel like you’re being slowly cooked because they sandwich you between them

PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES

Doll, baby, honey, sugar, sweetheart, babe….

Just…you’re gonna forget you actually have a name because they never call you by your actual name-

You’re dating two highschool dropouts, how do you feel about that?

Joking, joking, I know you feel wonderful, as you should, because you’re going with two great guys!!

There’s like?

A betting pool going around?

Because no one can figure out who you’re going out with (other than the gang of course)

And Sodapop and Dallas do nothing to help you out- they purposefully make it even worse-

You go to a party with Sodapop, hanging off his arm, and at the end of the night, you’re going home with Dally, spending your night in his room at Buck’s

You’re sitting on the DX counter (you don’t even work there but you have free reign of the place, let’s be real) and you’ve got Dally’s medal around your neck, Dal himself is off in reform and you and Sodapop are planning a date <3

One night, you get caught kissing Dallas, tongues down each others’ throats and all that jazz, and the next thing everyone else knows, you’re walking with Sodapop and he’s got a hand in your pocket

Everyone is town is anxiously awaiting the day that the boys figure out you’re two-timing them because surely, Dallas Winston isn’t going to stand for you messing around on him

But ya know, nothing ever happens, even when people try and get Sodapop and Dallas to see what’s going-

With Soda, they’ll point out Dally and you sitting at a diner booth together, asking him what’s going on, cause weren’t you guys going steady?

And Dal, they’ll ask him where you are when you’re not at Buck’s, mentioning casually that you’ve been hanging out around the DX an awful lot-

With Male!Readers?

You guys are labeled just as good friends all the time and it makes it a lot easier to lie about why you guys are together all the time (curse you time-period realistic homophobia *shakes my fist at the sky*)

I would loveeeeee to do a male!reader piece for this topic, just saying guys-

This….really got away from me-

Sorry for making this so long guys-

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #dallas winston x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader x sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader x dallas winston

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delayed-affection · 7 months

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Are you taking request ? If so, can I request one with Justin Herbert where you surprise him with a dog. Thank you 🥰

Brisket

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Justin Herbert x reader

Warnings:

Word count: 0.8k

Justin always talked about wanting a dog but he could never bring himself to get one because of football.

So with his season sadly coming to an end due to injury, you thought it would be a great idea to not only fulfill his wants of a dog but to uplift his spirits.

And today was the day you were going to go to the shelter to see the dogs and bring one home.

Justin was going to be out all day today to help and support his team during their game against buffalo.

So when he left for the day so did you.

When you get to the shelter you look for a dog whose personality would best fit his. You want to find the perfect dog that will complement his lifestyle and personality.

You walk around the shelter with one of the workers and spend time with each of the dogs, getting a sense of their energy levels, behaviors, and temperaments.

You’re looking for one who is friendly, energetic, and fun-loving but also calm enough to be around the house and won't be too hyperactive for her boyfriend.

After looking around for a while, you finally finds a dog that fits what you’re looking for. It's a 4 year old rottweiler, who’s house trained.

They explain to you that he was brought in a month ago after his previous owner wasn’t able to move with him.

They let you go into his cage with him and he immediately brightens up. Even though his tail is docked you can tell that trying to wag his little nub.

You immediately feel a connection with the dog and know that it would be a perfect fit for her boyfriend. And the cherry on top is that his name is Brisket.

After spending some time with him you have come to definitive conclusion that this is the dog that would be great for Justin.

You proceed to file all the necessary papers and pay the fees in order to take Brisket home.

They help you load him into the car, giving you a leash and a collar to use for now.

Before going home, you stop at PetCo and bring Brisket inside with you so that he can get some toys that he likes.

As you let him sniff around and choose, you notice that he's pretty picky and likes to analyze each toy before deciding if it's worth taking home with him.

It honestly reminds you of Justin when he’s looking for equipment and woods for his smoker.

Letting him pick and chew a few things it’s time to get actual supplies and necessities for him.

You grab a harness, bed, grooming supplies, food, bowls, and make some new tags for his collar.

Before leaving you schedule a date for him to get chipped.

For the rest of the day you make sure that Brisket is comfortable in his new home.

As it closer to the end of the game you text Justin saying that you have a surprise for him. You know that he won’t see it until after the game because of the no phones on the sideline rule but it’s fine.

When Justin texts you that he’s on his way home, you can’t help but sit in anticipation for his arrival.

Hearing him pull up makes both you and Brisket perk up. You stand in the living room with him sitting next to you as you watch the front door.

Your stomach is filled with butterflies as you waits for him to come through the door. You’re eager to see his reaction to the surprise, and you feel nervous but excited about how it will all turn out.

When he walks through the door you happily shout, “Suprise!”

He tilts his head in slight confusion as he shuts the door, his eyes going from you to Brisket.

He drops his bag and walks over to you asking, “Who’s this?”

You kneel down and pet the dog, “This is Brisket, isn’t he cute?”

He lets out a little chuckle, “Cute… but whose is he?”

He puts his hand out to him to sniff and a small smile plays at his lips.

“Yours… mine… ours.” You say dropping your hands from Brisket.

He looks at you like you’ve grown two heads but in somewhat of a good way, “What? Really?”

Nodding you smile, “Yeah, really.”

Brisket nudges his hand allowing him to pet him.

Justin’s face lights up, “Well hello there Brisket.”

He squats down and uses both hands to pet Briskets face, “You got quite the name.”

You watch as they happily interact, “So, you like him?”

“Is that even a question?” He replies leaning over giving you a kiss.

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x yn #justin herbert x reader #nfl oneshot #los angeles chargers

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kermit-emoji-writes · 2 years

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A list of Lost Boys headcanons (Mostly Marko centric)

If the boys were able to shapeshift into bats Marko definitely had fleas at one time or another (Star had to de-flea him)

Sometimes you have to talk to Marko like a dog to get him to listen (probably Paul too tbh)

If you’re someone who runs warm, while you’re cuddling Marko will put his hands under your shirt with no hesitation

Like I said before he doesn’t wear underwear

If you happen to be chubby or plus sized he WILL be touching you all over, you’ll have to swat his grubby hands away, maybe talk to him like a dog idk (can u tell I just want to talk to him like a little Rottweiler)

He’s small, rowdy, and full of rage so he’s your attack chihuahua boyfriend

Marko will always get offended on your behalf he’ll literally go from 0 to 100 nothing you say will stop him, Dwayne has to drag him away like it’ll be

Someone: *says something rude*

You:Wtf that wasn’t nice :(

Marko:*already taking off his jacket* want me to beat them up

You:No Marko it’s fine

Marko:No it’s not! Let me fuck them up! >:(

If you’re shy Marko will desperately try to break you out of your shell with Paul’s help ofc

Idk why but I feel like the boys kinda stink including Star, they don’t have access to running water (unless they break into Max’s house to shower idk) or they at least probably go weeks without showering idk. I DO however think from least to most stinkie it’s Star(she has a little musk but she has that hippy thing going on, I also believe she doesn’t shave not that I’m equating that to hygiene she just probably doesn’t shave) David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko. Idk I’m trying to make it make sense how they allure targets with the temptation of sex when they smell musty

EDIT!!!! Star doesn’t wear panties either, all of them except David just be raw doggin life

#just some thots i had #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanon #idk I have an obsession with bossing around short rowdy men

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chalamart · 1 year

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Breathing Room

TW: blood, home invasion, mentions of prescription drug use, mental health issues (anxiety), abusive relationship, brief choking, slight...horror? Gore, even? Possibly death - that one's up to you.

I nearly gave myself panic attack while writing this, so...reading it may have the same effect.

All of my stories are inspired by the AI art that Midjourney gives me using Timothée Chalamet as a prompt. Most of the art is quite romantic, but upon asking for TC in a dark room (lol), I ended up with...this.

I simply could not pass up the opportunity to return to my old love as an author using this image as a prompt, and write a good old thriller short. It quickly became much more than that.

As a result, this is NOT smut, or fluff, or anything even close to "normal" fanfiction I will write on this account. This story was intended to be something completely different, but as many other authors may experience from time to time, it took on a life of its own.

While I do intend to write the lovely smut and fluff we all so enjoy and share it on this blog, this story is not that. It's actually pretty...disturbed.

As the author, it is my duty to assure you that, while it may not entirely seem so, I am of both sound mind and stable psyche. Does some of this story likely come from a place of repressed trauma and echoes of a distant past? It's likely.

Do not read if you are triggered by panic or violence. You have been firmly warned.

The moment you turned your key in the lock, you knew something was off. You swore you had locked the deadbolt when you left, but the front door swung right open, almost as if it hadn't been closed all the way.

You peeked your head through the doorway and glanced about the entry hall. The light on the security system indicated that it was still armed, and nothing seemed to be amiss.

You had never been one to ignore your first instinct, but your mind was immediately eased as your eager Rottweiler came shuffling down the dark hall to greet you. Spud was a protective dog, and surely wouldn't keep calm if there was any real danger. He didn't even like the mailman, and he definitely didn't like strangers.

"It's been a long day, buddy," you groaned as you reached down to tickle Spud behind the ear. Stepping into the entry hall and kicking off your tall stilettos, you reached for the light switch as you shut the front door behind you.

*Flick, flick. Flick...flick...*

"Power's out...that's odd."

The security system must have still been running on the backup generator, but there didn't seem to be any power in the rest of the house. You'd have to go through the kitchen to the garage to flip some breakers.

Exhausted from your long day at the office, you let out a lengthy sigh and ran the fingers of one hand through your long hair as you stood barefoot in the entryway. You spent way too much money on your salon blowout to be tousling your hair around, but after this long of a day, you could care less about appearances.

You glanced at your phone as you set down your briefcase, fumbling the objects and nearly dropping them both. Life seemed a constant balancing act.

Making note of the bright phone screen as you set both objects down on the cold marble, you found it rather odd - no new notifications. Your long-time boyfriend, Timothée, usually sent you multiple, incessant texts as he left whatever big-shot movie set he was working on for the day. You felt a pang of annoyance that quickly began to grow into frustration. Timothée expected texts nearly every hour on the hour, even if he knew he would have no time to respond. But he could just go ghost for a whole afternoon and not even text you to ask how your day was? Typical.

Giving Spud one last tickle behind the ear, you sauntered towards the dark hallway that led into the kitchen. Spud didn't follow.

You could hear the "pit-pat" sound of your feet on the marble floor as you walked down the hall. The only other sounds present seemed to be the crickets outside singing their late-night lament and the light, distant buzzing of the backup generator coming from the garage. You continued down the hall, your eyelids heavy from exhaustion. You paused for a moment in the darkness to take in the sounds of the night and rest your eyes. You allowed your breathing to slow, focusing on the cool inhale and the warm exhale of your breath - just like your therapist recommended. Your anxiety was at an all time high with the COO position opening up at work, and the last thing you needed was to turn back to benzos to feel "normal" again. Nothing "fixed" the problem quite like Xanax and a large glass of wine...but the breathing exercises did seem to help.

In and out, in and out. Your breathing steadied.

Who knows how long you stood there, alone in the dark in your meditative state. It had come to feel so strange in this big house all by yourself. You usually felt so truly alone, especially recently with Timothée spending most of his nights on set or at his own place in Calabasas. Maybe the breathing was actually helping. Maybe you were finally getting better, and all your crippling anxiety, the fear of being by yourself, was finally beginning to subside - until it occurred to you.

...What if you weren't actually alone?

Your eyes shot open at the thought and you frantically glanced at your surroundings. Spud was still sitting gingerly in the middle of the entry, staring at you as you stood in the hallway. His tail began to wag as you met his gaze, but the dog didn't budge. The white walls were littered with moving shadows cast by the lilac bushes outside the windows. Feeling your eyes beginning to play tricks on you, you blinked hard three times to adjust them to the darkness once more.

"This is so silly," you thought to yourself. "I'm just losing my mind...again. It's fine." You steadied your breathing again as you stood alone in the silence.

Silence.

The crickets had stopped chirping.

Feeling your body begin to tense, you slowly turned your head away from the entryway and back down the hall towards the kitchen - a black hole in the abyss. It took you a moment to recognize that you hadn't been breathing at all, the air captured in your lungs after your last inhale. You had been holding your breath, listening intently for any strange noises in the darkness.

And then, you heard it.

A slow, guttural, rasping breath. It was faint, but distinct, coming from somewhere on the other side of what suddenly seemed to be an eternal, unwavering darkness.

As your eyes slowly began to adjust even more, you noticed a dark, gleaming substance contrasting with the white tile floor at the edge of the kitchen, along with what appeared to be the stark glimmer of broken glass, barely illuminated by a small strand of weak moonlight.

Your first real thought was to turn and run. Back down the hallway, out the front door, and straight to the neighbors for help. You'd knock on their door and tell them...

...Tell them what?

The last time you knocked on your neighbors' door for help, you were frantic. Screaming, crying, shaking...it was just embarrassing. You couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but you were told you had some sort of psychotic break. Timothée had shown up moments later to take you home and reassure the neighbors, who were seconds away from calling the police. The police ended up coming anyways, but by the time they did, you were calm and collected. They chalked the whole thing up to a false alarm.

No. No neighbors. They were out of the question. For much the same reason, so were the police.

You quickly snapped away from your thoughts and back to immediate reality as Spud, still sitting in the entryway, began to smack his tail loudly on the marble. You didn't pretend to know the reason why he would possibly allow an intruder into the house. No stranger could possibly get past him...nor would they want to. "A Rottweiler with jaws of steel," as Timmy called him...not a chance.

...What if there was no intruder? Had you been imagining the whole thing? It wouldn't be the first time you had imagined something, or been afraid of the dark.

You stood still in the gloom of the hallway and strained to listen to the silence. Whatever sound you had heard that caused you so much fear and grief did not seem to be present anymore. Maybe it was just the generator, sputtering as it ran out of fuel. The faint buzzing of the machine was gone, and it was total silence now.

Standing in stillness for a moment more and failing to pick up on any other strange noises, you finally allowed yourself to let out your breath. You could feel your heartbeat lightly pounding against your ears.

Turning back towards the kitchen, you once again noted the glint of the glass and what appeared to be some sort of liquid on the floor. Knowing you needed to clean the mess up before Spud managed to cut himself, you slowly made your way down the hallway to the kitchen once more.

"Breathe. Relax. False alarm. Stop being a total nutcase," you whispered to yourself.

Finally entering the kitchen and heading in the direction of the garage door on the other side of the room, the moonlight shone through the large French doors leading to the patio. Still, the kitchen was much darker than the entry, even with the absence of shadows from lilacs and trees outside. It was nearly impossible to see without light.

Managing to make your way to the cabinets at the edge of the kitchen counter, you reached for the junk drawer and rummaged through the jumbled mess of odd household objects. A small flashlight made its way into your hands.

*Click.*

The flashlight turned on and illuminated the shadows in the room. Remembering the mess on the floor, you immediately shined the flashlight towards the edge of the tile and squinted to determine the gravity of the situation.

Three panes of the doors on the china cabinet at the edge of the kitchen had been shattered. A vase on one of the middle shelves had somehow managed to crash to the ground, and pieces of clear glass and ceramic littered the floor. Mishaps like this had certainly occurred before at the mercy of Spud, who was notoriously clumsy and easily made hyper by even the smallest of sounds.

But, is that...blood?

You tip toed closer to the mess, doing your best to avoid any stray shards of glass on the tile. Leaning down closer to the dark, gleaming substance, a hint of deep red was illuminated by the light of the flashlight. You reached down with one finger to touch the substance and make your determination.

As you reached down, you heard it again - louder this time.

A shuddering, rasping, guttural breath.

With one fluid motion of body and flashlight, you whipped around and rapidly shined the flashlight in every direction, into every corner and crevice...

...and that's when you saw him.

Timothée was standing in the corner of the kitchen near the French doors, just out of reach of the revealing moonlight, completely covered in blood. His face was expressionless, and there was a threatening darkness in his demeanor that did not yield despite being discovered. The familiar sparkle that so many people know and love was not present in his eyes. As his eyes met yours, his sharp jawline pulsed at the mandible as if he was gritting his teeth together, hard. There was something oddly familiar about the way his face appeared - somehow gentle, yet violent at the same time. A single drop of blood trailed down his cheek as he shook and shuddered in what could only be described as the calm storm of uncontrollable rage. The blood did not appear to be his own.

"T - T - Timmy?" you gasped, your voice barely audible as shock and fear lapped at your lips.

Timothée continued to stare at you with a menacing intensity, as if breaking eye contact would all but shatter reality. Your breath was trembling, but steady as you held his gaze.

"TIMMY!" you shouted with a certain convicted might that you had not held in your voice for a long, long time. The courage did not feel like yours.

At the sound of your uninhibited shout, Timothée broke his steadfast demeanor and lunged at...no, sprinted towards you as he let out an angry, growling yell. With one swift motion, his large hand stretched out to meet your throat, the force of the contact carrying you harshly backwards until your body slammed into the broken china cabinet. You let out a sharp cry in pain as you felt stray shards of broken glass penetrate the delicate skin of your bare feet. Timothée's strong grip tightened around your throat, his strength lifting your feet from the ground as the remaining panes in the china cabinet began to crack from the force. You felt your airway closing at the mercy of his fingers. The silver rings adorning his sturdy hands applied concentrated pressure to weaker areas of your fragile neck.

Slowly, Timothée moved closer, placing his soft lips near your cheek.

"Can you fucking breathe, you slut?" Timmy shuddered quietly into your ear, his hot breath like fire on your skin. The metallic smell of blood entered your nostrils through what remaining air passage was left.

"C-can't...f-f-fucking...br-ea-the," you managed, your voice like a faint whisper.

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears...hear it, even. Your heartbeat grew louder and louder, beating faster and faster until you could suddenly hear your pulse begin to slow.

As the room around you grew dim and distant, you could barely make out Timothée's face - bloody, angry, unfeeling. As you faded in and out, you thought for just a moment that you felt his demeanor suddenly weaken. You could hear his gentle, whimpering cries as his grip released from your throat and he guided your limp body to the ground.

"I love you, I'm sorry. I love you, I'm so sorry. Please, please, I'm so sorry."

You would never know whose blood covered Timmy's usually perfect, picturesque face, or why his love for you suddenly turned to rage. At least Spud was there to protect you from strangers.

#horror fiction #horror slashers #horror short #thriller #short stories #fiction #tw abuse #tw violent imagery #tw violence #short story #short fiction

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mooifyourecows · 2 years

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moo i need dog related guidance because i am blinded by my feelings for what i think we should do right now

so we have an adult (i think 5 or 6)rottweiler who isn’t fixed and i’ve read that it’s dangerous for boys to get neutered after a certain point which he is far past. we also have a puppy who is under a year old and she is in heat. she’s also not fixed (obviously) because we’ve been super busy since the point you can take them in

we’ve been separated them for a couple days and it’s torturing him. not only does he want to have sex with her so badly and feel so anxious that his heart feels like it’s going to burst even after taking anxiety medication, but he’s been on the porch away from everyone because we didn’t want it to get to the point where he can’t control himself but we live in wisconsin and it’s getting cold again. we’ve had a pretty warm week (like high 20’s to 30’s) but it’s about to get super cold (like negatives and super low positives) and we don’t want him to be outside and die

my moms boyfriend doesn’t hate the dog, but he certainly doesn’t like him, especially in comparison to the puppy. he called his mom to see if she’d take her for a little so that kado could be in the house again and not be at risk of dying and not have to be isolated anymore and she said that would be fine but of course he had a problem about how much he would miss her and how we could just put kado outside with hay or send him to a boarding facility.

i feel so upset for my dog because he is suffering in the freezing cold while the puppy gets to be in the house and be showered with love all because she’s menstruating. i also might be a bit biased though considering the way he treats my sisters and my mom and i when we menstruate. i just really don’t think it’s fair. what do you think?

Personally, I'd be making appointments for them both to get fixed as soon as possible. While neutering older dogs does come with an increased risk of the POSSIBILITY of complications, it's definitely not enough to spook you out of getting him neutered. Obviously talk to your vet if you do have concerns about that, but I genuinely believe spaying and neutering is always the way to go! Neutering actually decreases MANY risks and problematic behavior. I'll bet he will be much happier not having that frustration anymore. Same for the puppy!

Absolutely fight for your dog to be able to be inside during the cold days/nights. Even if it means having to lock them in separate parts of the house to keep them away from each other, it's better than making anybody freeze outside. Having one stay somewhere else for a short time could be good too, if it's too difficult to keep them separated in the same house. I know how it sucks to be away from your pets but it is worth it just to know they're safe!

I know it's difficult when your pets are unhappy, but stay strong and I know you can get through it. 💪

Spay and neuter, spay and neuter! (Talk to your vet for their advice though, just in case they have a different opinion) 🐶

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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Season 6, Episode 8: All Dogs Go To Heaven

Nice

Spooky

Hellhound?

Rip that dude

That place looks awesome

Hi Crowley

Do you?

I don't remember applying to this job

Maybe

Yikes

He doesn't use quid

Well great

It kind of is

Ouch

Wow

Poof!

Oh, Dean...

Not much else to do

Do you?

Wow

Tone it down, Sam

Suspicious

Yeah, well

Sleepy Dean

HE SNORED

That little sound made me laugh harder than I have in a while

And the eye rub, he's adorable 😂

Touche

Fun

Yeah, that's accurate

Spooky

It's lived-in

There he is

The dog doesn't like him

Man's hungover

Good question

Yikes

Interesting

Dean can relate

Looks like she's got something to say

Right

They're not off the hook yet

Yeah.

This is what we're talking about, Sam

Really? Cause it sounds kind of like you

Good plan

They should not be driving

Doggo!

Oh. It's really just the dog

Okay...

That's creepy

Aw. It'd almost be adorable, if it weren't for... everything

He ain't there, honey

Sorry, girl, but he's not that great either

Creepy, dude

No dip

Hey, Ghostbusters!

? It's just another vic?

Aw, poor kid

Yeah, too smart to be a dog

Uh oh

Yeah, bad dog indeed

Your boyfriend

Poor girl

Yeah...

Oh no...

Sam.

Why are you so sure about this?

Uh huh...

Creepy, dude

Not as creepy as that, though

What is he up to, anyway?

Interesting

Who's that?

Come on, Sam

He's onto you

That dog's gonna be faster

Hey! That'll work

Or not

Oh, Dean...

On many fronts

Yeah

The kid.

Hey, dude.

Yikes

True

Wow, Sam

Sam.

Yeah

Yikes

He does, actually

The real question

He speaks from experience

That's a lot of skinwalkers

Pfft

What's your goal

That's horrifying

The Alpha, probably

I guess not

I think you can

Sam.

Probably

The fun way!

Meh

The needs of the many, Sam

Yeah

Ooh, sniper Dean. I like this plan

Yup

We know, Sam

Good to know

Nope

Dang, he had to be short

Uh oh

Absolutely not

Well that sucks

I'm sorry, girl

That is two people who are about to end you

Dean's a crack shot

Yeah, I wouldn't trust him either

Sam?

Oh great, a Rottweiler

Crap

That's weird

You didn't do much else, though

That's not good

Ooh, don't watch

Silver bullet, dude

Sam.

Huh

That poor girl

Poor guy, too

I'm sorry, dude

Yeah

Oh no...

Mm, Miracle would disagree

Interesting take

Okay...

Uh oh

Oof

Okay then

"line of duty"

Definitely worse. Okay?

Sam.

Okay

Yeah

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 6 episode 8 #all dogs go to heaven

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isagisyoichi · 4 years

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hello could i request random funny bllk hcs pls ... i luv ur writing n i hope ur having a good day or night <33

WE TOGETHER!

SYNOPSIS: random headcanons i have ab blue lock

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, rin, sae, reo, raichi, imamura, niko, shidou, igaguri, nanase, kunigami, yukimiya, tabito

WARNINGS: swearing but that's it

A/N: thank you for the kind words anon MWAH <3 sorry this took so long to write GAH but it was really fun to write tysm for the request :3 also i have no reasoning for almost any of these other than thats the vibe i get 😭😭

DONT REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

ISAGI YOICHI:

literally only owns socks meant for playing sports and nothing else. he could literally be getting married and underneath his 3 piece suit are long black nike socks from the ninth grade 😐

strikes me as the type to not like skipping class because he doesn't wanna get in trouble but he tries to play it off as him just thinking it's stupid so people don't think he's lame 😭

whenever he plays uno with his friends, isagi’s the one that they choose to gang up on and gets hit him with all the +4 cards

isagi always ends up with like 50 cards at the end of the game DNDIORNRFJD

heavy sigh ... his favorite anime girls are zero two and mai. this physically pained me to write, someone please show this man a good shoujo/romance anime

his instagram bio is like actually a bio 😭 it's something like "Inchinan HS Forward #10 ⚽️" who cares isagi tell me a joke or something important like how tall you are 🙄

NAGI SEISHIRO

i seriously think that nagi’s terrified of big dogs LMAO

like nagi doesn’t mind chihuahuas or little weiner dogs or whatever but as soon as he sees something like a rottweiler or a pitbull, he’s crossing the street 💀

the funny thing is, he won't admit that he's scared either 😭😭 then why did we cross the street for no reason HUH NAGI 🎤⁉️

he plays league of legends and his set up comes with a light up keyboard, gamer chair, a dual screen monitor, and discord nitro. do what you want with this information.

if you ever play a song that nagi doesn’t know, but he ends up liking, he will never ever ask you for the name of the song 💀💀

he’ll shazam it, youtube it, google the lyrics, do everything except just ask what the song is called because nagi is not giving anyone the satisfaction of knowing they put him on 💀💀

BACHIRA MEGURU

wears athletic shorts and a hoodie in like 20° weather and claims to never be cold. please make him wear a jacket before he contracts some kind of winter related ailment

i feel like he loves candy lol but mom doesn’t let him have that much because the sugar rush he gets is absolutely insane

like bachira starts bouncing off the walls and starts to claim he can taste colors and smell sounds kinda sugar rush

when he does manage to stay up late, bachira is definitely the kid that whispers “pee pee” when everyone’s trying to go to bed at a sleepover

it definitely makes bachira die of laughter, but for everyone else trying to get some shut eye at 3am, not so much

i talked about this once before but i just know his fingers were always sticky when he was a baby 😭 there was always cheeto dust mixed with some other unknown substance on his hands

RAICHI JINGO

bye he’s one of goku’s boyfriends 😐

“can he beat goku?” “he’s not seeing goku🔥” “goku bodies your fav🐐” okay cool but why are you bringing that up in the comment section of a tiktok about oikawa tooru

oh brother, he takes gym way too seriously. if you’re ever on his team and aren’t athletic, just pack it up cause raichi will yell at you for not wanting to play soccer at 8am in 20° weather 😐 get him help!!!!!!!

idk if you guys know what this is but i seriously think he had yubo at a point in time 💀💀💀

also slaps the tops of door frames when he walks into rooms like we get it you're tall we don't care!!!!

omg no cause raichi loves to think he's hot shit but he's the type to stutter like crazy when he talks to a girl when he actually likes 💀

really into movies like fast and the furious. he can't even drive but raichi swears he could smoke anyone in a street race 😭

ITOSHI RIN

if you ever tell him he looks like he can’t swim, rin’s genuinely going to get mad 😭

“what the fuck does that even mean? i can fucking swim, i’ll show you.”

he literally makes you go to the pool with him and watch him do some kind of olympic swim routine just so he can prove himself 💀

rin doesn’t know how to whistle but sae does and it makes rin so mad whenever he remembers RNDKKRMTKRK

i talked about this once too but i feel like he and sae weren't allowed to watch spongebob as kids and that's why they’re like that

rin's an awfullllll texter. he's so dry and he often tends to reply hours later to the point where you just wanna give up on the conversation completely 😭

its like half because rin doesn’t really care lollll and half because hes just like not good at texting, rin’s just much better on facetime or talking on the phone

ITOSHI SAE

one of the best at flirting out of everyone in blue lock i will die on this hill

but sae almost never flirts with anyone because he's never interested in someone that much lolll. but if he really wanted to, sae could make anyone swoon in under a second, he just knows what to say

(that and sae he knows he's attractive which adds on to his charisma, so 😐)

he can do the one handed reverse thing when he drives where he has one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of your chair eieojfoej hes so fine

unlike his brother, sae’s actually a pretty good texter. he’s able to keep the conversation going with his dry humor and witty one liners :P

oh he definitely has a finsta idc. soccer star or or not he's still a teenager ik he has one. he has like 12 people on his finsta because his main instagram account has too many people on it and sae doesn't want anything about his life to be known to all those people😭

sae doesn't even post on his main unless it's for a sponsorship that he legally has to post for anyways so 💀

but anyways, his finsta is actually pretty entertaining lol. like, doesn't air out any of his business cause he's smarter than that but, sae's daily rants are funny to read and he's naturally entertaining tbh

MIKAGE REO

LOL i feel like he’s in key club or some shit because it’ll look good on his college transcript

i feel like he knows how to play piano or something like that because his parents forced it upon him but he’s actually decent tbh

reo smells really good all the time. money may not be able to buy happiness, but it sure as fuck can buy the nicest smelling cologne out there. he doesn’t go overboard with it, so it’s like just enough that you can smell it, but it doesn't suffocate you

i have also talked about this but reo’s instagram comments are full of the “this isnt the caption i picked” “best friend” “loser” comments from girls. proceed with caution y’all ...

i feel like he's the type to watch kdramas and stuff casually idk just a hunch. i feel like he liked something like itaewon class

CHIGIRI HYOUMA

huge piano kid energy from this one as well but i feel like chigiri’s like resentful about it like he hates it OMFOSSJDJDN which is a shame because he’s actually pretty good as well

i get the vibes like he’s rich not like reo rich but well off for sure tbh like he definitely owned sperrys and has been on a yacht at a point in time

this is just a gut feeling but i feel like chigiri’s really good at holding grudges. like both big and little ones 😭

legend has it chigiri still holding onto a grudge from the third grade when some kid accidentally broke his favorite crayon

i feel like chigiri's would actually get along pretty well with girls. speaking from experience, he just has a personality that girls tend to become friends with 😭 idk if this even makes sense HEUIDEJEN

that and girls like his hair, so :P

NIKO IKKI

i could talk about him all day hiiiii i love him

ok anyways- i actually think he gets really nervous when he gets romantic attention :’) he gets surprised bc he’s not used to it, so he gets shy and starts to trip over his words, and stuff like that <\3

with that being said, i read a hc like way long ago about niko being actually being rly sensitive, just good at hiding it until he gets overwhelmed, and i feel like that makes a lot of sense especially cause he’s an aquarius lol

i feel like he’s one of those kids that refuses to download tiktok because he thinks it’s stupid like ok fine whatever ceo of maturity 💔

or social media in general, he thinks most of it is stupid 😭 the only social media niko truly uses is instagram for his friends, significant other, and the soccer highlights accounts he follows 😭

biggg star wars fan for sure. like niko just has the personality of a boy who likes star wars 😭 but adding onto that , he's definitely into stuff like into aerospace and stem awww my little einstein bae

IMAMURA YUUDAI

lemme say it right now, he’s a “where’s my hug at?” “get to class loser” “i’m so ugly i’ll never get a girlfriend 🥺” kind of boy LMAO

his tiktok bio definitely says “downloaded this as a joke and now i’m addicted” and tries to get famous but he averages like 20 likes per post and it’s just sad to see

definitely one of those asian boys that gets a perm and then lies about it being his real hair as if everyone hasn’t already seen his natural straight hair for YEARS

big 88rising and jay park fan. yeah LMAO

always asking for gum. like always. go buy your own bro i don't even know you stop asking 😭

SHIDOU RYUSEI

please he’s the type to flirt with you by shutting your computer screen in class or taking your phone. he’s lucky he’s hot cause that’s so lame 😭

please he’s the type of person to playfully tease you for being prepared for school bye

“look who brought a poster board to school🤣” LIKE YEAH I HAD TO?;$&,&!;

i also feel like he's the kind of guy that's friends with a lot of girls idk like i can just see him getting along with girls really well, has a good sense of humor and always cracking jokes

i'm watching jjk as i'm writing this but i think ryusei would like jjk 👍 as he should. i think he'd just be a shounen fan all around tbh i see him liking stuff like bleach and knb

i feel like ryusei can also dress really well and that his lips are never chapped. good for him tbh

NARUHAYA ASAHI

if you make tiktoks during class i feel like he’s the type to join in and start dancing with you lollll he’s so cute please

you guys know that game, “heads up, seven up?” where your head was down and if you got picked you had to guess who picked you?

yeah i feel like naruhaya cheated when he played by at peeking at people's shoes 💀

i feel like he had a musical.ly phase and was actually kinda good at them too RNDKRMRN

he’s the “if the teacher isn’t here in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave 😁” kid

the type to have full meals in the back of class 😭 once he brought soup to class like how is that even possible

NANASE NIJIROU

most likely to accidentally join a pyramid scheme because he has no idea what those are (twins i still don’t know what those are either)

best wedding date you could possibly have because a) he’s adorable and adults love him b) he’s easy to talk to and c) he’s so fun plz like he’ll for sure pull you on the dance floor to start dancing, you’re gonna have the time of your life with him tbh

i feel like he’s that underclassmen that upperclassmen love to dote on, yk? like some third year definitely “adopted” nanase as their favorite first year or something and have inserted him into their friend group

i think he would enjoy going to places like theme parks or trampoline parks with his friends :]

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

early riser. he’s the type to like wake up at 6am on a saturday and get ready, have breakfast, go on a run, do some chores, read a book, and it's all before like noon jesus christ

he won't wake you up if you're the type to wake up in the afternoon, but kunigami is so like ??? at how can possibly sleep for so long 😭

if you ask him for the homework answers, he’s going to be like “i’ll help you with it :)” and although that’s very sweet, the whole reason you asked for the answers is because you didn't wanna do any work 😭😭

i feel like he’s a good cook awwwww and that he's well liked by teachers because of his honest attitude and the fact that he's generally easy to get along with

cat person but doesn’t mind dogs but he just overall prefers cats

YUKIMIYA KENYU

smooth talker idc idc, i know he has game!!!! and i feel like he’s like sae in the way they're both aware they’re good looking, but yuki’s more humble ab it 😭

his hair smells sooo nice and it’s probably well taken care of too

has an attractive laugh like idk LIKE IT'S JUST NICE TO HEAR and the way he laughs is just really attractive too

i can totally see yuki being good at and liking other sports, other than just soccer. i could see him being a basketball fan tbh

this one isn't technically about yukimiya but i just know tabito and eita have a lot to say about yuki's sports goggles 💀💀💀 they crack jokes about it all the time and sometimes nagi will join in, too

his close friends story on instagram goes crazy 😩 he's so naturally funny and he posts sm selfies on there, you guys are missing out 😩

TABITO KARASU

i feel like his notes look like literal shit and they’re understandable only to him but, tabito still has good grades

i feel like he and eita would do some stupid shit like switch names when there’s a sub in class like it makes any difference 💀💀 she doesn’t know either of you it literally does not matter

just the vibe i get from him but i think he's good at card games, stuff like poker and stuff idk (his kakegurui moment 😍)

his family got an air fryer and tabito hasn't looked back since. please take that thing away from him, he's making eggs in there 😐

IGARASHI GURIMU

he was one of those kids that when he was playing tag and when someone would tag him, igaguri would be like “i’m not playing anymore 😡” DUDE THAT'S THE POINT OF THE GAME?

100% cuts you in line at lunch, like really? all that for some remicrowaved pizza and milk? come on now igaguri 😕

he was a jake pauler. most definitely. unironically enjoyed “it’s everyday bro” and defended jake paul like his life depended on it😭😭

pretends to be your friend when you bring like cupcakes or smth for your birthday to school knowing damn well he’s never spoken to you a day in his life

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katelynthecrazy · 3 years

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KamiKaze

"Hey babe, do me a favor."

Eijiro looked up from where he sat on the couch, twisting around to see his roommate and boyfriend. "Yeah? What's up?"

Katsuki stood at the dry bar in the kitchen, glaring at his steaming coffee mug. He'd just gotten home off a nighttime patrol. "Promise me we won't end up like Mic and Eraser."

Eijiro bristled in alarm. "Why? What happened to Mic and Eraser? Are they okay?!"

"That's not what I meant," Katsuki snapped, looking up from his coffee. "They're fine. I meant their ten fucking cats that Aizawa keeps bringing home."

"Oh..." Eijiro relaxed. "Why... why would you bring home a cat?"

Katsuki growled at him. "I didn't mean me, dummy.

"Oh. Oh, I just thought you did," Eijiro recovered, embarrassed, "since, you know, Aizawa is the uptight grumpy one and he's the one bringing home the cats--"

"Oi!" Katsuki squawked indignantly and rounded the dry bar to tower over Eijiro, casting his anger down on the redhead. "I am not uptight!"

"Right! No, of course not," he covered. "So... why do you think I would bring home a cat..?"

Katsuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It doesn't have to be cats, Ei--I just thought with your inability to say no to suffering cuteness, you'd just start bringing home stray animals."

"Oh."

Oops.

Seemingly satisfied that his point had finally gotten across, Katsuki rounded the couch and sat next to Eijiro, reaching for the remote.

"Hey, Kat?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how you said you wanted me to promise that we wouldn't end up like Mic and Aizawa?"

Katsuki was quiet for a long second, holding the remote in his hand. He hadn't turned on the T.V. yet. "You mean the thing I just said?"

"Yeah! Anyway, funny story--"

"What did you do--"

A bark sounded from the bedroom.

"--I kinda can't make that promise," Eijiro grinned innocently, hoping that if he smiled brightly enough it would counteract Katsuki's anger.

However, Katsuki glared at the T.V., refusing to meet his eyes. "What's in the bedroom?"

"Her name is Kaze, she's a German Shepherd Rottweiler mix, she's two years old, and she was at the shelter today, and they were going to put her down. What did you want me to do? Leave her there?"

Kaze barked again.

"A rott--" Katsuki turned to him with wide eyes. "You got a rottweiler? Named Kaze?"

"Hey!" Eijiro protested. "Don't discriminate! And she's half german shepherd, leave her alone!"

"Fine. Why was she at the shelter?"

"..."

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

"...Rage issues..."

Katsuki sat back on the couch, nodding as if he had guessed as much, and ran a hand down his face. He didn't say anything, staring at the blank T.V. screen in silence. Eijiro wilted a little. He'd been hoping that Katsuki might be a bit more lenient.

"Nope," Katsuki suddenly bolted up and jumped over the back of the couch.

Eijiro growled and took off after him. "Katsuki, I swear to God, leave the dog alone! Katsuki--"

Katsuki didn't listen, marching to the bedroom and ripping open the door. A deafening growl met them, and the blonde barely had time to react before the mob of brown and black fur jumped on him and Eijiro's heart jumped up his throat.

"KATSUKI!"

Katsuki was still wearing the thick sweatbands that went under his gauntlets, and they protected one of his from the dog's teeth as he flipped them. He kept one arm in the dog's mouth and used the other against its chest to pin her against the floor. Eijiro ran to separate them, knowing that his quirk was definitely more suited to calming down an angry dog, but Katsuki just grinned. "I win."

"KATSUKI, you're going to get yourself killed!" Eijiro grabbed her scruff with a hardened hand and dragged her wriggling form out from under his boyfriend. She let go of his arm without complaint and wiggled back to her feet in his grasp, butting her head heavily against Eijiro's knee. She didn't even try to bite him--she'd already hurt her mouth doing that.

"No I'm not," Katsuki scoffed, sitting back.

Kaze turned back to him and tried to jump at him again, and Eijiro pulled her back with an equal amount of panic. Surprisingly, Kaze didn't look very scary. She was fluffier than a rottweiler and her color blended better--like a shepherd's--but she also didn't have the severe-looking pointed ears of the shepherd, instead equipt with perky, floppy little folds of skin that made her look unthreatening. Eijiro wanted to believe that the dog he'd brought home wouldn't be a danger, but this wasn't how he'd expected to introduce the two. "Is your arm okay?"

"My arm's fine," Katsuki peeled the sweatband off. "She didn't even break the fabric. Hey, let her go."

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

"Oi, you're the one that brought her home, now let her go. Look at her she wants to play--she just likes to play rough," Katsuki grinned again, flashing his teeth, and this time Kaze managed to break free when she charged.

Katsuki stayed in his seated spot when she collided with him, seizing her front paws and using the leverage to hold her away from him. Eijiro watched in amazement as she butt her head forward, trying frantically to sniff at his face. A long pink tongue managed to lick him.

"Ew!" Katsuki dropped her paws and she landed heavily on his shoulders, bringing him to the ground, where she proceeded to sit and sniff the sweatiest places of his neck and arms. "Oh, gross, get away from my sweat--I don't care if I smell like sugar."

Kaze caught Katsuki's wrist in her mouth when he pushed her away, chewing on his hand and fingers.

He bopped her lightly on the nose and took his hand away, flicking her spit back at her. "Rage issues my ass," he growled, and Kaze mimicked the tone. They sat there and growled at each other. "She's just playful for a Rottie--like a lab with bigger teeth. Now, my Nana's pomeranian? That lil' shit had rage issues."

Eijiro blinked. "I... I didn't know you liked dogs."

"I don't," Katsuki followed without missing a beat. "But these little fuckers are tough as nail, ain't 'cha, Kaze?"

She barked loudly at him, pink tongue lolling from her mouth to pant happily--the same way she was with Eijiro after she first tried to chew the shit out of him. "Kaze, sit."

She sat, twisting her head back in the weirdest way possible to look at him when she did. Not knowing what else to do, Eijiro skeptically sat on the ground on her other side.

"Dogs like me though," Katsuki continued, and Kaze snapped to give him her attention. "Think it's something about my smell. Most of 'em aren't very violent--just energetic. My uncle once had a mastiff that jumped an eight-foot fence when he got home just to see him. Cool dog--you are so gross!"

Kaze had gotten tired of her sit and padded forward until she drooled onto his lap and caused him to jump up to his feet. His tone made her look up with interest, as if calling his bluff and saying 'yeah I'ma lil' shit--what'chu gon' do 'bout it?'

Katsuki glared at her and curled his lip, pulling himself up to sit on a hallway table. "Drool on me now, mutt."

"Katsuki, that's not nice."

"She's a dog. For all she knows, mutts are the best things in the world."

She cocked her head, and in confusion, laid down and flopped onto her side.

Eijiro laughed, and her ears perked at the sound, prompting her to wiggle like a worm until she'd weaseled her head into his lap and let him pet her.

Katsuki snorted. "She is so dorky. Look at that, she loves you."

"Yeah, I've kinda been going to the shelter a lot lately," Eijiro admitted. "Ever since Uraraka found that box of kittens under the freeway."

"I was so scared you were gonna bring those home."

"Shinso got to them first," Eijiro grinned.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I don't like dogs, but I hate cats, Ei. At least dogs are useful. The Americans even train shepherds in their military, and Rotties have been fighters for generations."

"So... I did good?"

"Ei, if you bring home another dog, it's taking your place."

Eijiro smiled. "I can do that--"

"NO WAIT, let me correct myself-- if you bring home any other animal, I'm kicking you to the curb."

The redhead frowned, loosely grabbing Kaze's scruff to smush their faces together. She licked him. "Would you really say no to this cuteness?"

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Promise me."

"Fiiine," Eijiro relented, scratching the top of Kaze's head. "I won't bring home any more mouths to feed."

The blonde sighed in relief. "I can't believe you looked at a Rottie mix named 'Kaze' and thought 'This is definitely a family dog.'

"There is nothing wrong with her!"

"Ei, someone named her after the World War II planes that purposefully flew into American ships--"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Kamikaze, Ei."

He was silent in horror for a moment. "Why would someone do that?!"

"'Cause, it's badass?"

"Sorry--why would someone that isn't you name a dog that?"

Katsuki threw an empty wooden bowl at him in retaliation. Kaze perked, jumping after it--and trampling Eijiro in the process. He ended up flat on his back with a foot in his mouth and a butt in his face, and not the kind he liked to see. "Yuck!"

~End~

#bakugo katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha #dog #mha #fanfic #fanfiction #my hero academia #oneshot #romance

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

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rebelwrites · 4 years

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Wait You Are Engaged?

Riz Ariza x Reader

Requested by @everyhowlmarksthedead // I WANT TO REQUEST 10 AND 13 WITH MY BABY BOY RIZZZZZ 🥴🥰 thank you, my lil slut.

Prompts: “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” and “It was supposed to be a secret!”

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All you wanted to do was scream from the rooftop that you were engaged but both you and Riz decided to keep it a secret for now, especially with all the shit that was going on he didn’t want to draw attention to you and out a target on your back, you completely understood so wore your engagement ring on your right hand so to anyone else it looked like a normal ring.

Tonight was just a standard Friday night, the music was pumping and the beer was flowing. You were sat on top of the bar, with your feet on a stool, chatting to Bishop whilst Riz made a phone call. You swore your mum preferred him to her own daughter and was always calling him for a chat.

“So you and Riz aye” Bishop smirked nudging your knee with his bottle “things are getting pretty serious”

“You may be my Tio but I’m not afraid to punch you” You laughed pulling the bottle to your lips. “I mean you have eyes so use them”

“Definitely your mothers daughter” he smirked. “But in all seriousness kiddo it’s good to see you so happy, but you know if he upsets or hurts you let me know and I will beat the shit out of him”

“I know, you keep telling me” you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think he is that stupid because he would have to face the rath of mum”

“Nobody wants that” Bishop shuddered.

Out of the corner of your eyes you watched Riz walk back into the clubhouse his phone still pressed against his ear, you knew your mum would be rambling about anything and everything. You didn’t mind as he was the first boyfriend you had that she liked so you left her two it. At first she wasn’t happy that you were getting involved with the Mayans but knew it would happen due to how close to Bishop you were.

You kept your eyes trained on your fiancée, as one of Vikki’s girls approached him, trailing her hands over his body. Everyone knew you were with Riz but some liked to push their looks, but she had picked a fight she wouldn’t win. You watched as Riz kept trying to push her away but she wasn’t listening.

“Excuse me” You said jumping off the counter “I have to go make a scene”

“It’s been a while since you kicked off so have at it kiddo” Bish laughed shaking his head.

All the guys were watching, they knew as soon as you jumped off the bar shit was going to go down and none of them would stand in your way.

The moment you got close to the skank you wrapped your fingers on her hair, yanking her head back making her cry out in pain.

“Yeah I gotta go” Riz said “yeah the Rottweiler is out to play”

“What the fuck bitch” she cried as you dragged her off Riz “you need to go back on your leash”

“Remember who the fuck you are talking to” you growled as you slammed her head against the table before lifting her head back up and slamming your fist into her nose, the sound of her nose breaking satisfyed your soul along with the blood pouring down her face. “You listen bitch and you listen good, if you ever lay a finger on my fiancée again I will do more than break your fucking nose. Understood”

“Yes” she cried as you let her go.

“Sweetheart it was supposed to be a secret” Riz laughed pulling you into a hug. “But now everyone knows let’s get this ring into the correct hand”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t going to let her get her skanky claws into what is mine” you laughed watching as he moved your ring into your left hand.

“What’s yours aye?” He smirked, raising his brow at you.

“Yes and you know it” you giggled before kissing him softly.

You felt all the eyes in the room burning into the back of your head, spinning around so your back was against Riz’ you smiled at them all.

“Since when did you pop the question?” Bish asked with a huge grin on his face.

“A couple of weeks ago now” Riz grinned “I’m just glad she said yes”

“You do know what you have got yourself in for now right?” Bish smirked.

“Urm hello I’m still here you know asshole” you laughed glaring at him.

“Oh yeah I know” Riz chuckled “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s my pain in the ass”

#riz ariza imagine #riz ariza x reader #riz ariza #mayans x reader #mayans mc #mayans oneshot #mayans imagine

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golden-barnes · 4 years

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New Barnes added

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN! Reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s impulse control but for once you gave in. A story of a super soldier with a heart of gold, a grumpy cat and an adorable dog.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings:small mentions of animal abuse and anxiety. But mostly fluff.

A/N: I haven’t had any inspiration or any will power to write until this idea hit me while studying.

Everyone knew Bucky as the big bad Winter Soldier. Grumpy and angry are his only emotions. But everyone that knew him, knew that under all that scowling and grimacing, there was just an awkward man with a love for animals. Especially strays.

Another unknown fact is, he volunteers at a local shelter and helps pick up strays in his spare time. That’s how he found Alpine. It was like another form of therapy for him. Finding the animals, cleaning them, and playing with them would wash almost all the anxiety he had in the moment. It was his little hide away.

After a gruelling mission, he would come home to you and later go to the shelter. Most of the times you went with him, because if not, you would have to live in a barn like the Bartons. Every day he would come home with pictures and videos, and give you puppy eyes for you to give in and get another pet.

“Bucky. Babe. Sweet heart. We have Alpine. He will definitely not like another animal to steal his spotlight.” You would try to reason with him. But he would just pout while showing a video of two of the new strays he rescued. You would have to close to close your eyes most of the time because he just looked so damn cute. He would eventually stop his pouting but not after being dramatic for a few minutes.

All out of good fun because he knew Alpine wouldn’t like another family member. He, just like his father, was a little diva and high on theatrics. He liked that he was the only one getting you guys attention. Your lazy Saturday morning cuddles, Bucky’s warm pats on the head, your “good boy” and “that’s my boy”. All of that belonged to Alpine and Alpine only. And he would be damned if his parents would be taken away from him.

This time was different. The owner of the shelter had texted Bucky and you, to tell you about the upcoming Adopt-a-thon. For someone who hated social events, Bucky loved volunteering in these adoption fairs. Seeing all the animals he has helped out get warm houses, just warmed his heart.

And having two avengers didn’t hurt the shelter either. Sometimes he would bring others, even Sam. And force everyone to wear the volunteer shirts, to which nobody complained (with the exception of Sam) because they knew how much this meant for Bucky.

The Adopt-a-thon began as it normally did. Bucky and you were still putting up balloons and some decoration. Giggling at your boyfriend who was practically bouncing on the heels of his feet, trying to contain his excitement and failing miserably.

“Uhm mister Barnes?” One of the younger volunteers said tapping on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Yes?” Bucky handed you the balloon he was trying to tie.

“We are having problems with the pup. She won’t leave her cage and doesn’t want anyone to touch her. We just-” The volunteer said, almost choking on her own words. Bucky gave her a soft nod.

“It’s okay, we’ll handle it.” Bucky told her and looked at you. Silently telling you to follow him. You hung up the last balloon and followed him to the back, where they had all the animals.

All the cages were empty because all the animals were outside waiting to get adopted. Well all were empty except one. You saw this little puppy, curled up in a little ball. Quivering. Bucky let out a sigh and went to the cage. Bucky sat criss crossed close to the cage and you did the same.

Bucky extended his arm putting it close to the pup for her to smell it. But the dog tensed at your presence so you decided to do the same Bucky did. Which seemed to calm her down. Bucky scooped her up and out her in his arms, petting her head softly. You noticed her quivering had stopped when Bucky grabbed her.

“Cops bust an illegal dog breeding ring where they were breeding to fight. Most of her litter had died before the cops could arrive. They would have killed her if they hadn’t gotten there in time. Someone tipped the ring off and they wanted to destroy all the evidence.” He said softly, still petting the dog. She looked at you, tilting her head as if she was analysing you.

“What breed is she?” You whispered to him.

“A german rottweiler. You can touch her, she’s much more calm now.” He moved his hand a bit to let you put your hand. You rested your hand on her head, and she looked at you hesitantly for a minute but then warmed up. She let out a soft huff which made you and Bucky laugh.

“Oh,so she’s gonna be a big big girl. A strong and pretty one too.” You cooed which made her tag wiggle. You giggled at her reaction. You didn’t notice the look Bucky was giving you. A look filled with love, admiration and joy.

“Hey, bubs?” You said quietly, still looking at the dog in your boyfriend’s lap. That snapped him out of his trance. He let out a small yes.

You stopped looking at the dog and looked directly at him.

“Can we take her home?” He looked at you as if you had gone crazy. It was usually his job to beg to take home an animal, so it was a no brainer that his answer was-

“Yes! Oh god, Y/N of course!” He screamed, startling the poor pup who was almost falling asleep in his lap. But she sensed his excitement and started to look back at you and Bucky willing her tail.

“You like that idea girl?” You patted her head and she barked as if she was agreeing with you.

When the fair ended, both Bucky and the pup were almost bouncing from happiness. Not being able to contain their emotions. You smiled at your little, growing family. Then it hit you. Alpine “Drama king” Barnes was waiting for you at your home.

And safe to say, he wasn’t happy. Bucky gave you the pup and you sat down with her on the couch, to give him a chance to reason with his grumpy son. Can cats pout? Because Alpine has probably found a way.

“Al,c’mon. You are being unreasonable.” The cat hissed at his owner, as if he was telling him no, I refuse to share you guys.

You hadn’t noticed that the pup had wandered off your lap and went to where the grumpy cat and the adult man who was trying to get the cat to be nice. The puppy stared at Alpine, who hissed at her. But she didn’t look afraid. She just went underneath Alpine, and sat there.

Bucky and you laughed at Alpine’s widened eyes. He looked uncomfortable with the entire thing but he didn’t move. He just watched the strange dog, who was trying to cuddle with him. Bucky grabbed the dog and placed her on a pillow, and strangely Alpine followed and sat in front of her.

Your boyfriend sat next to you, as you both watched the cat interacting with the puppy.

“What will we name her?” He said softly.

“How about Cherry?” You tell him while he draped his hand over your shoulder pulling you closer.

“Cherry Barnes and Alpine Barnes. Hmm.. I like it.” He hummed. You laid your head on his shoulder, cuddling next to him.

“Our little family.” “Family indeed.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes fluff #wintersoldier x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x gn!reader

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faerienextdoor · 4 years

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general relationship hcs with (some) pastas

Fair warning, I'm using and hinting at mine and my friends’ writing for these creeps :) enjoy also as soon as i figure out how to open an ask box, I’ll be accepting requests

Brian:

- oh where to start with this absolute himbo

- he melts around you. like he's your bitch, and you're his.

- he's the type of boyfriend that takes you out in the snow and shoves a handful down the back of your jacket, and laughs until you shove snow in his face

- it is snow war

- it ends with you cuddling him, wrapped in a blanket and content in front of the burning fire he got started just for you <3

- but he also has some weird... habits.

- drinks pickle juice.

- gets his hand stuck in the jar.

- looks at you like 🥺 until you sigh and help him. for the fifteenth time.

- he can cook some basic breakfast foods, and happily breaks out a cookbook to prepare you something as a surprise or to learn something with you!!

- baking with him would be a mess. he forgets flour goes everywhere and now you both look like you took a bath in cocaine

- but the cupcakes are mediocre at best. they aren't absolute garbage, so... cupcake points!

- he worries about how hoodie treats you. he doesn't remember anything when he regains control, but you've reassured him hoodie is just fine.

- and he is

(hoodie)

- hoodie is like a rottweiler or a doberman.

- protective. intimidating. energetic.

- but also a giant fucking baby.

- this large ass man lumbers over and drops to his knees. places his chin on your lap and stares at you from the fabric of his mask until you stop what you're doing and stroke his head awkwardly

- you could swear he does those happy grumbled a rottie does.

- hoodie is silent but shows he loves you just as much as brian does. He strokes your hair silently, even places a kiss to the crown of your head as you sink into his beefy arms.

- he smells nice too. surprisingly.

- but that raises the question: if hoodie showers, does he shower with that damn thing on?

- you won't get an answer if you were to ask.

- brian introduces you to his grandma julia. and she dotes on you.

- the immortal old lady remarks that you’re the best s/o brian has brought to her yet.

Tim:

- a lumberjack man with biceps like a fucking tree trunk

- how'd you land him? give me your secrets (/j)

- he's such a love bug. a tired stressed love bug.

- he finds /every/ excuse to have physical contact with you. it's like a little touch from you reassures him that you're real. you're like a dream to him.

- he's the best for cuddles. He holds you to his chest

- and you get special access to his moobs

- and he gently strokes your head, traces shapes into your back, etc. it's a special intimate moment each time.

- my man's is italian-american but can't cook to save his fucken life

- he always gets your favorite microwave meals though!! he never forgets.

- not feeling good? dw baby he's making it for you <33 shitty low tier bean and cheese burrito coming up

- slowly he learns the basics and surprises you with lunch or even dinner if you're lucky!!

- he loves you so much. and wants you to feel it and know it. all the time.

(masky)

- god where to start with this bitch

- he's not jeff levels of bad ofc, but he's silent and... weird. creepy, some may say. he doesn't mean to be.

- and he's a hard ass. far more strict than tim.

- he follows you around like a giant fucken puppy and will spook you by grabbing you abruptly and holding you tightly

- you can't escape him. he really utilizes his physical strength

- he loves lifting you up and just... holding you. or carrying you off.

- protective and overbearing.

- but tim keeps him under control.

(angst)

- he wouldn't want to lose you like he lost his last wife.

- you find pictures of a woman laying around and a small girl that bears a striking resemblance to her and tim.

- tim goes quiet and questioned but eventually caves and tells you about his family

- or what he used to have

- his wife died and his daughter disappeared.

- it broke him and you're all he has left now

- constantly needs your affection in return to his own

- pls love him

jeff:

- why the fuck would you date him

- he's the absolute worst in so many aspects. But he genuinely tries for you.

- even if his gifts are shitty, it's nice to know he thoughts of you, right? even if it's a half dead flower or a rib torn from a deer caraccas.

- but you get the butt end of his shithead antics. ranch bath, specifically. he smelt like spoiled milk for a week after and you had to cuddle that fucker.

- and don't get me started on mayo bath

- but he still loves finding himself in your arms. or finding you in his. he's demanding affection wise, and will yank you into him for some cuddles. whether you like it or not.

- he isn't one for a lot of pet names, but calls you curse words or "sweetheart" in polish.

- and you get to see the side of him that only shows when he breaks down.

(bit of angst)

- he misses his family and the life he used to have. he'll reminisce what it was like in poland with his mom and family with you, and you sometimes swear you can see his brown eyes gloss over at the memory of her.

- he never talks about his dad, you've noticed.

- don't ask.

- he brushes off heavy conversations with some dumb quip ("wanna see my renegade?")

- he sucks at cooking. god awful at it. but he really tries for you. manages a bowl of oat meal that's edible.

- but he overloads it with sugar and for some reason, salt.

- he's confused. he thinks that's normal (it isn't)

- his idea of a date is napping with you. or rather, forcing you into nap time.

- I mean it when I say this man is strong in a weird fucken way. latches onto you with that iron grip and you won't be able to leave for at least a few hours.

jane:

- ethereal wlw woman.

- could break you with her heels. or a flutter of what eyelashes she has.

- you're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you!

- she's sweet and charming. very smooth and takes good care of you.

- her love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service.

- she'll cuddle you all night, and then make you breakfast in the morning.

- she loves showering with you when she's comfy enough around you! it's super intimate and she washes your hair.

- massages the soap into your hair, suds spilling down your neck and back as her fingers scrub circles into your scalp.

- it's heaven on earth. such a domestic life.

- it'll take a while for her to settle enough in the relationship for you to see her without her mask

- you make her feel so loved and wanted

- secure, even.

- she's protective but not controlling or overbearing. shes that type of girlfriend that's just a worrywart and relaxes as soon as you're curled up in her arms. you fit there perfectly, too. like you belong there.

- which you do. at least in her mind

- she has such a gentle touch and hold on you. like she's afraid you'll combust in her arms if she holds you too tightly.

- she loves stroking your hair and having you nap

- using her tiddies as a pillow 👌

(angst)

- she needs affirmation from you when it comes to her scars.

- she thinks that jeff ruined her. permanently marking her once spotless body.

- and she thinks you'll hate her or find her disgusting.

- that's why she freezes if/when you gently slip off her mask.

- she stares at you with those teary green eyes. then leans in and kisses you

- you make all of her worries disappear.

- she's also financially comfortable, but not really rich (on that topic: eat the rich)

- she spoils you every chance she gets. gifts, a nice dinner date, you name it

- she almost spoils you as much as she does her cat Emory

- little shit has the sparkliest fucken collar and acts like he's the shit

- he's your fur baby too now

Helen:

- oh my god this disaster of an art boi

- he's convinced he's the luckiest man in the world (and he might as well be!!)

- he obviously wouldn't have been the one to confess. but it was really obvious by how he painted and drew you constantly, that some feeling for you was lodged into his beating heart.

- he treats you like the finest china. with the most care a man can manage.

- he's the definition of clingy and affectionate from the very start.

- he curls around your sleeping form perfectly when y'all cuddle.

- his hand dances in your hair, soothing you into a dreamless sleep each night without fail.

- he has a magic touch and a gentle voice.

- and he cherishes you so fucken much. (like a simp /j)

- he shies away from kisses at first, but will hold your hand and melts if you hold his face in them!!!

- he's greek, and often speaks sweet things to you in it. he's so comfortable around you that he speaks in his native language to you. that's an accomplishment.

- he loves when you baby him. helen loves being cradled and loved.

- taking a nap with his head on your chest also hits different. he's so in love with you

(angst)

- he's afraid of losing you. who wouldn't be? you're amazing and you love /him/ of all people

- he thinks very negatively of himself. please scold him for self deprecating.

- he always worries he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

- so he holds you extra close at night. and follows you around when you leave for any reason. Trails behind you like a lost puppy in need of a gentle kiss.

- which, is what he essentially is

- and also: pls steal his sweater and wear it. he'll cry over how cute you are.

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #cp headcanons #jeff the killer #brian thomas #marble hornets #timothy wright #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #cp x reader #scenarios #creepypasta scenarios #jane the killer #jane arkensaw #helen otis #bloody painter

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salamanderergfanfictions · 2 years

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Kingsman; Harry/Merlin, ABO AU, family, some OCs, not sexually explicit

Notes: Some background, since I don't go into it in these snippets: Merlin and Harry are in their 30's, I headcanon Merlin's real name as Nathaniel, Merlin has 'accidently on purpose' invited Harry to his family's house for a reunion and this happens to correspond with his heat, everything I know about Scottish accents I learned from Star Trek fanfic

Harry had heard about Seamus Hannity of course, Merlin had mentioned him as one of his serious boyfriends through university, before joining the Kingsman, and then in passing as some ideal Alpha Male his mother never failed to bring up in their phone conversations. Harry didn’t know what he had imagined the other man to look like, but was quite sure it wasn’t this tiny lumberjack in front of him.

Seamus Hannity was a pale, skinny man with light brown hair that was slightly graying at the sides and a very wide smile. He was dressed in clothes meant for someone two sizes bigger and only came up to Merlin’s shoulder, but greeted the taller man with a bear hug.

“Nate!” He said loudly, causing Merlin to flinch. “I haven’t seen you in a lifetime!”

“Just two years, Seamus,” Merlin interjected. “This is my friend, Harry Hart. Harry, this is Seamus Hannity.”

“Hello, Harry, good to meet ya.”

“Likewise,” Harry said, shaking the man’s hand and glad that he had escaped a bear hug. Seamus’ grip was strong, but not challenging, and his hand was heavily calloused.

“Your mum cannae wait to see you!”

“Yes, thank you, and Seamus, congratulations on your marriage,” Merlin dutifully, but sincerely, said, “I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Thanks, it had to happen sometime,” Seamus beamed. “It’s alright, Natey, I knew you were busy, though I thought your mum was gonna barge in and object on your behalf! She never quite got over our splittin’ up. She knows it was going on ten years ago, right?”

Merlin sighed, “While I’m glad she held her peace at your wedding, I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it at dinner tonight.”

“She doesn’t let things go, that one. Lovely lady of course, but a bite like a Rottweiler.”

Merlin chucked.

His mother was much worse than a Rottweiler.

“Nathaniel! Oh, my precious baby!” Merlin’s mother tottled out of the farm house with her apron on and curlers still in her hair. “I wanted to go out to meet you, but your father, poor thing, twisted his ankle and I couldn’t leave him. I sent Seamus—you remember Seamus, he’s that nice boy you dated in university—instead, and doesn’t he look so strapping, married life definitely suits him and he filled out quite a bit from all that hard labor he does, hm? Didn’t you think? I told you he runs his father’s farm now, yes?”

Merlin ignored most of what his mother was saying, choosing to lean down and plant a kiss on her cheek instead.

“Hello, mum. I’ve missed you.”

She smiled warmly and hugged around Merlin’s neck while he was still bending down, pushing her curlers into his face uncomfortably.

He stood up and motioned behind him, “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve brought—”

She gasped dramatically when she caught sight of Harry and Merlin’s eyes went wide immediately.

“No, mother, he’s not—”

“Hello! Hello, hello, hello!” She grabbed Harry up in a big hug, despite only coming up to his chest. “Oh, I’m so happy to meet you! Everyone is just going to love you, darling, so very handsome and well-dressed and tall. Nathaniel, how could you keep this from me? Oh my god, I’ve got to tell your father!”

Merlin choked out a “No, mother,” but she was already sprinting to the house with her hands flailing in the air.

“Eddie! It’s finally happening! It’s happening!” She shouted once she was inside the doorway.

Harry was chuckling openly while Merlin rubbed his forehead and groaned, “She’s not going to let this go for the entire trip.”

“At least she’s moved on from Seamus.”

“Oh, there will be no moving on from Seamus,” Merlin rolled his eyes, “He will forever be the one who got away.”

“Hello, dears,” Merlin’s mother said slyly as they both slinked into the kitchen, “You took such a long time upstairs, I had to start the baking all by myself. No matter, I’m sure you just had a couple things to pound out, hm?”

“Mother,” Merlin said in shock, looking at his mother and the bright red blush on her face that did nothing to excuse herself. “That is hardly appropriate—”

“Appropriate, shmopiate. I’ve had four children, Nathan, I know where they come from and how they get there.” She fixed him with a pointed look that told Merlin in no words exactly how ridiculous she thought he was being. “Besides, it’s your heat—don’t think I didn’t notice—and of course you have needs that have to be taken care of. But you were so quiet doing it, I don’t remember you being that quiet—”

“Mother! At least, not in the kitchen!”

Harry was unfazed, or fazed to the point of no reaction because he simply rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and asked where the dough was. Merlin decided he owed Harry one for this.

“Oh, love, you’re such a sweetie. It’s over in the bowl, just roll it out,” Maggie pointed, then continued stirring the frosting with a rubber spatula, “Now, Harry, darling, did you notice Nathan being quieter than usual? You know, during the sex?”

The rolling pin slipped in Harry’s hand, “I…I don’t quite,” The rest of his sentence didn’t matter as Maggie was barreling on as if she hadn’t asked a question to begin with.

“I remember when he brought Seamus home on holiday one year and they both went up to their room to ‘unpack’, he thought they were being so sneaky—”

“Mother—” Merlin tried to interrupt.

“And that night, good lord, I could hear them with a pillow over my head! Didn’t wake your father, of course, that man sleeps through anything—right, Eddie?—but I heard everything. And I mean everything.”

“Mother, mother,” Merlin’s eyes were steadily getting wider and wider before he grit his teeth, “Margaretta—” he started before his mother turned to him, waving the rubber spatula in his face.

“Do not use my full name on me, Nathaniel! I am your mother, and if I want to embarrass you in front of company, then I will. And you will like it!” She turned back to her bowl, stirring more viciously this time so that little droplets of frosting went flying out of the side, “I don’t see what the big deal is anyway, Harry’s going to be your husband soon and he probably already knows these things.”

“He’s going to be what?”

“My grandchildren are going to be so tall!” Maggie said wistfully and willfully ignoring her son.

“I wasn’t aware you had asked me to marry you, Nathaniel, how sudden,” Harry raised an eyebrow with a smirk, but otherwise just kept rolling the dough out on the counter.

“Likewise, Harry,” Merlin bit out.

“And so good looking. Hopefully they’ll inherit Harry’s sense of style, and hairline, but Nathan’s smarts—no offense, Harry, darling, I’m sure you’re sharp as a wit as well, Nathan wouldn’t pick just any dullard out of the pack.”

“Thank you, Maggie, no offense taken, love.”

“Mother,” Merlin said sternly, already tired of saying the word, “Harry and I are not getting married. We are not even together, so please, please stop discussing sex with him.”

Maggie gave Merlin a side-eye and then shrugged airily, “Hm, fine.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, hand me the cream cheese in the fridge, would you, darling? It’s in the bottom drawer. Or would bending over in front of us be too much of a scandal, you prude?”

Merlin groaned.

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