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ew-selfish-art · 9 months

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Dp x Dc AU: Not exactly a meet cute between Jazz and Jason.

Jason's had a long night of beating the shit out of a gang that dared to sell in his territory, the last thing he needs is the Bats on his tail. He can always sense them when he leaves Crime Alley- they watch for him. Waiting for him to fail. It pisses him off.

So Jason shakes his tail, he's pretty sure it's the demon brat, parks his bike, removes his helm and heads into the loudest bar he can find, ditching his mask along the way. There are no camera's and there was no one watching, so Jason just looks like any other angry frat guy at the bar. Well, he supposes that the Leather jacket might be a stand out.

He grabs a drink, and looks at the time. Jason just needs to wait out the chance that a baby bird saw his bike and hope that curfew kicks in before this has to be a 'conversation'. Besides, the music is good and despite all the people, the crowd is pretty behaved.

"Hi! I'm so glad you're here!" A woman approaches, he can tell she's had a few drinks from her walk but her eyes scream sobriety and fear. She's tall in her flats, her hair looks disheveled (from dancing maybe) and her outfit screams 'this is the one fun black top I own'. She's beautiful and her approaching him might've been a wet teenage dream if his suspicions weren't immediately raised.

"I certainly am here." Jason replies, a smirk set into his features easily and as he straightens out his back he can see the three men watching the back of her head like predators. They're wearing super lame white hoodies and coats, like they're organized somehow.

"That's why you're my hero! Always ready to grab me at a moment's notice! Any chance you'll be good to leave after you finish that drink?" Her eyes are pleading but she keeps the same happy smile and joyful tone the whole time.

"Nah, no worries about the drink. It was cheap and I was just getting bored with it anyway. " Jason explains, setting his glass down on the counter. He's mentally photographed the three creeps, "Did any of your friends also need a ride home?"

"Nope! They all got in an uber... without me. So they'll be just fine!" She explains and there is an anger in her eyes that clearly meant she was telling the truth. Her hands are straightening out his jacket collar, making it look like they're more comfortable with each other than just strangers. She lays her hands flat on his chest once her task is completed and Jason feels his throat go dry.

"I'm always telling you to find better friends. Now c'mon, I parked out back." he wraps an arm around her waist, though its not tight, and peers over his shoulder. These guys weren't going to leave without a fight it seems, Dumb, Dumbie and Dumber are all watching her with evil in their eyes.

The two of them walk out and before she can even say thank you, the door swings back open and she's sucker punched one of the assholes and Jason's pulled his gun out for the other two.

"You gents are gunna go home, or you're gonna end up in the dirt. Pick." Jason growls. Not taking him seriously at first, he shoots one dudes foot and the last one standing looks like he might pass out. He picks up his fallen comrades and backs away into the bar.

"For ancients sake those dudes were trying to traffic the hell out of me." She sighs, and Jason holsters his gun.

"Yeah no shit. You okay?" Jason inquires.

"I will be. I'm Jazz, thanks for saving me Hood."

"I'm no-"

"You're literally leaning comfortably on Red Hoods motorcycle that still has his helmet perched on it. No one would do that unless they were suicidal or him." She challenges, but then a look changes in her eyes and she almost looks nervous "But still, do you uhm, wanna get out of here?"

He blinks. She was trying to pick him up? AFTER finding out he was a crime lord??

The answer is that yes, Hell Yes, Jason does want to get out of here. None of the Bats will bother him while he has a civilian, not at the diner he takes her too and certainly not while he's taking her back to one of his safe houses.

Jason had expected one of his siblings to show up in the morning and cause a ruckus. He hadn't planned for a dude to let himself into his kitchen screaming about government agencies tracking Jazz down that wasn't related. Turns out it's her brother and he's floating and no he's not going to explain why he's there or how he found them.

Jazz has a lot to explain to the both of them and it starts with "So I can admit that I have a thing for motorcycle guys-"

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k-atsukibakugou · 5 months

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tw: alcohol mention, uhhhh stalking suggested kinda???? lmao w/c: 1.0k notes: uh inspired by the fact that i will lie to anyone and everyone when im drunk for the laughs especially about my name bc what are u gonna do?? say its not lmao?? might come back to this teehee

katsuki has watched the second guy walk away from you with a self-assured smirk, fiddling with a slip of paper between their fingers, numbers and letters scribbled down, and you with a victorious smirk of your own, a drink in front of you without your own purse in sight.

now, with the third approaching, and you smiling the same as you did at the two before, sucking the straw between your lips while glancing over at them through your eyelashes, repeating the same routine with the last two, you had the blond hero's attention. studying the way you played dumb, selling another lie about being from out of town; your first was you were here for your friend's wedding, the second a job interview, this guy got told it was your friends birthday, and she was in the bathroom.

katsuki had no idea how these guys didn't see through your act, the way you played with the necklace on your chest to draw their attention down, how you wrapped pretty lips around the straw to make them forget whatever it was they were saying, or how you'd adjust your legs on the soft leather seat to reveal a sliver of soft skin, sliding them your number after they'd buy you a drink. this guy buying you two, one for your friend of course.

"i'll show you around, next time you're in town," there it was again! you scribbled down a new set of numbers, the guy calling you a third new name! his red eyes narrowed watching you nod, standing up with the excuse of searching for your friend, leaving your empty cup on the bar, and the full one, "for your friend" in your hand. your latest victim walked back to his group of friends, waving the paper like it was a trophy.

katsuki watched you walk around the corner of the bar, behind a pillar decorated with overlapping papers, sitting on a chair one away from him. he couldn't help but stare, trying to dissect you like you were an experiment in highschool, watching your boot-clad legs cross, your bracelet sliding down your arm when you raised the glass to your lips, marring the new straw with your lipstick.

"take a picture, blondie, it'll last longer."

red eyes widen, looking back up from your hands to your smiling eyes, realising they were staring back into his, a smirk plastered on those pretty lips.

"hah?"

you throw your head back in a laugh at his embarrassment that you caught him staring at you, nothing but confidence in your demeanour, not a hint of anger that he'd been looking you up and down. i mean what else were those dress and boots for if not to get a little attention from a burly hero?

"too busy eyeing me up to listen?" his ears flushed, hardened eyes boring into yours, but you weren't intimidated by his glare, only finding humour in the situation.

"i heard you." his voice is gruff, eyes darting back down to his drink when you slid a seat over, reminding him of a snake with your silent, fluid movements, the start of your routine he realised. you'd selected your new victim, your cup half empty and in need of a top up.

your knuckles brushed his when you leaned an elbow on the bar, eyeing him the same way he had you, noting the flash of orange under the collar of his hoodie, "so what, blondie, you want an autograph or something?"

your lips were upturned at the edge in a teasing grin, eyes glinting with mischief, "or should i be asking you for one, dynamight?"

his eyes flicked back to yours, your eyebrow quirking at his response, your smirk dropping to make way for a knowing smile.

"what about you, huh? what's your name?" you shuffle closer again, opening your mouth to respond when he interrupts, "an' none of that shit with those other guys,"

he lists off the names you'd told them, his voice slightly higher, poking fun at your flirtatious tone when you'd lied to the other men.

"you heard all that?" your head was thrown back in a laugh again, eyes crinkling at the edges, "you wanna know my real name, hero?"

he nods, trying to look as bored as possible as you spoke, as if the mystery and confidence surrounding you wasn't like a magnet, like your voice wasn't a siren call.

you say a name, a shocked look flashing over your features when he shakes his head, "not a chance, snake."

you narrow your eyes, but your smile remains unchanged when you say another. he shakes his head again, making you playfully roll your eyes at him.

"why don't you believe me? these usually work." you're crossing your arms over your chest, one of your tactics, he's sure, your tits pressing together under the fabric.

he smirks now, knowing you didn't remember the blond from months ago, saving you from some low level extra in your street, probably only three streets away from here. katsuki remembered it like it was yesterday, the way he'd pulled you to his chest, out of the way of a car barrelling down the street, one you hadn't seen, your head low, tucked under a thick hood for winter. he was dressed similarly, a thick hood shielding his face when he'd caught you, the only recognisable feature his eyes under it.

you'd told him your name then, when he'd held your shaking body still and made you tell him your name, the date, and if you were hurt.

"why don't we do this, snake? i'll buy you a drink then you slip me your number like those other extras?" your face lights up, missing the mischief in his own tone, your arrogance blinding you when you agree.

he waves down the bartender, asking them to add one of your drinks to his tab, and then close it. you smile like a cheshire cat when the glass is placed in front of you, taking a sip before reaching over for the pen placed in front of katsuki.

your chair tips toward him when you move, your perfume clouding his mind, your soft fingers holding his wrist to write on his arm, scribbling down your phone number under a name. a name that wasn't your own.

katsuki grins looking down at it, heavy boots locking around the legs of your chair to drag you closer, your hands falling to the bar and his arm to steady yourself, "nice try, y/n."

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stuniolvs · 3 months

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sick + recording

hey guys this is from my old wattpad so its no that great but please leave requests!!

warning!! use of y/n

chris and his brothers are currently recording, i just wanted to stay at home because i'm not feeling very well, i have a pounding headache and stuffy nose. its 1:42 am and they're still recording.

chris

hey baby how are you doing?

1:44am

y/n

im okay i just wanna see you.

1:44am

chris

do you want us to pick you up? we're almost done

recording and were gonna go to target,

i can stay in the car with you, i miss you.

1:45am

"chris!" chris' head shoots up hearing a yell from his brother, nick.

"get the fuck off your phone!" he shouts. chris glances down at his phone seeing a "yes please, if you can" from y/n "nick, im texting y/n. matt, can we pick her up? she's not feeling very well" the boy asked.

"sure" he earned a-what seemed to be-happy mumble from his brother.

i sighed as i grew more stuffy and my head getting more, and more heavy. i'm currently re-watching the season of Rupal's Drag Race that nick was on to catch up with him. my phone dinged as i glanced down at it, i received a "on the way!! see you soon baby" from chris. i softly smiled missing my boyfriend. i unpaused the tv but was soon cut off buy the sound of my ringtone, i turned off the tv and saw "NICK" on my screen. i clicked the green answer button and my ears were immediately filled with nicks voice "hey babe, were outside." he mentioned "okay ill be out there in a second nick" i replied hanging up.

nick grimaces at the sound of your voice "holy shit," he starts "she sounds so sick" right as he finishes his thought the door next to him opens revealing you, in chris' hoodie and leggings. chris smiles before butting in "hey gorgeous" "hey baby" she replies seeing chris' hand snake through the gap of the headrest reaching down for her hand, she notices and grabs his hand softly playing with his fingers.

when they park in the target parking lot matt and nick leave the car and so does y/n.

2:00am

i get out of the car, chris' eyes following me the whole time. i open his door and straddle his lap.

chris receives the message and shuts the door behind me. i wrap my arms loosely loosely around his neck and he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. i look up at chris and he makes eye contact with me.

my eyes dart all over his face from his lips, to his backwards hat, to the hair sticking out of it, to his eyebrows, to his nose, landing on his ocean blue eyes. "you're so gorgeous chris."

i watch as a blush covers from his cheeks all the way down to his neck. one of his hands sneaks up to my cheek before pulling me into a kiss. i kiss him back moving my hands to the curls at the nape of his neck softly pulling at the curls, until i realize- i pull back quickly

"chris! im sick you dumb fuck!" i whisper yell slightly pushing him. "i dont care, i would rather kiss you" he states looking into your eyes.

"go to sleep baby" he suggests. i stuff my head into his chest, he softly plays with my hair placing kisses on my temple down to my collar bone. "goodnight y/n i love you so much." chris whispers "goodnight. i love you baby" i reply on the verge of sleep.

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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PLEASE NOTICE

cw: noncanon universe, college au, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mutual pining, loosely based on that one tik tok audio of stan and wendy from south park LOL

“But if you come, we could—”

Megumi cuts Yuuji off before the words can actually leave his mouth, “No.”

You walk through the door just in time to see Nobara’s face turn from a smirk to a scowl at his unexpected interruption.

“You didn’t even let him finish!” she whines through an irritated pout.

Megumi is quick to shrug proudly, “Don’t have to. The answer is still no.”

With a quick scan of the room, there’s a lot of different feelings dancing in the cramped space of your dorm. Megumi sits with his back against the couch, blatantly annoyed with whatever question was in the process of being asked. Yuuji sits adjacent to him on his bean bag, arms resting on his knees and persistence eager in his eyes. Nobara stands behind Yuuji, hands on her hips and her face puckered into a sour frown.

With caution, you decide to tread lightly. “...What are we talking about?”

Yuuji’s head whips in your direction, desperate for some encouragement in whatever he’s trying to persuade Megumi of.

“We’re trying to convince The Grim Reaper here to come out with us tonight,” he uses a nod to gesture to where Megumi slumps on his phone, frown covered by the collar of his hoodie.

Nobara sighs obnoxiously before explaining, “The bartender at that place on the corner has a weird thing for him, which means free drinks on Megumi tonight.”

You notice Megumi’s eyebrows instantly furrow at her blunt conclusion.

“She’s some girl from my politics lecture,” his response is muffled, dismissive, through his sweatshirt, “I want nothing to do with her.”

Nobara scurries over to where Megumi wishes the couch could swallow him whole. “But she doesn’t have to know that,” her tone is airy with faux potential.

Yuuji lets out a dry snort at her claim, “Some feminist you are.”

A smack is heard, and you don’t need to be looking to know its from Nobara’s hand meeting the back of Yuuji’s head.

“Hey! I love women,” her hands wave in dramatic clarification, “but if Megumi playing dirty gets me a few free tequila sodas, then I’m more than fine enabling this one situation.”

You make yourself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch Megumi sits on. You don’t miss how his eyes quickly flicker over to where he feels the cushion bend beneath your weight.

You let your sock-clad foot poke at his thigh, and he’s quick to turn his attention to you.

“Even if you come and don’t smuggle us free drinks, I still think it’ll be fun,” you shoot him a warm smile. The simple action makes his stomach flip in on itself and his palms sweat with a feeling he can only describe as genuine.

But what follows? Not so much.

“So fun,” Yuuji chimes in, clearly trying to further persuade Megumi into tagging along with them tonight. “Like, the most fun four best friends could ever have.”

Megumi’s eyes roll when he scoffs, “My definition of fun isn’t watching you get wasted and being your babysitter for the night.”

Yuuji howls behind a boyish grin.

“You could get drunk, too,” he teases in an airy giggle, “then everybody wins.”

Megumi’s nose crinkles as he thinks about drinking tonight, “You know I’m not big on drinking.”

“One wouldn’t hurt,” Nobara chimes in, “might even get that stick out of your ass.”

The two choose to ignore her smart remark. Yuuji doesn’t take his eyes off Megumi when he continues to push, “Just for a little bit?”

The huff from Megumi’s chest is instant, “I said no.”

Nobara jumps in again, “I’ll pay for the Uber, out of the kindness of my heart—”

Yuuji suddenly shakes your shoulder with a rough and excited hand.

“Wait—you know that one guy, right?” he beams.

Your head turns at his sudden touch, “What guy?”

“The one on the lacrosse team,” he eagerly reminds you, “who was flirting with you all night last weekend.”

“Oh yeah,” Nobara points your way as she remembers, “that was painful to watch.”

You cringe at the memory—a guy from your campus whom you’d met a few weeks ago. He was nice enough, decently looking, and friendly with the rest of his team—but you weren't interested in him like he was in you. His actions were a bit too handsy and his humor was a tad too crude for your taste. Definitely not worth the two free vodka cranberries he bought you.

You choose to shrug at the insinuation, “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’m friendly with him—”

“Perfect!” Nobara jumps up with excitement. “He’ll definitely be there tonight. You bat your pretty little eyelashes a bit, get a few extra beers for us. And if he tries anything funny, we bash his teeth in.”

She claps her hands together at the simplicity of her plan, and Megumi absolutely hates the turn of events that's happened in the last thirty seconds. Sure, he didn't want to go and entertain some poor girl who has a crush on him for a few drinks—but now, with the alternative being you doing the same thing, he’s suddenly sick to his stomach.

He nearly lunges out of his seat when he tosses his phone down beside him. “Are you guys really this desperate for a few free drinks?” His tone is a bit too irritated for the light conversation at hand.

Nobara and Yuuji spare one another a quick glance, before tucking their smiles into their cheeks and doing their best to nod thoughtfully at their aggravated friend.

“So, you comin’? Or what?”

“Please, Megumi? My favorite stick in the mud?”

Megumi’s head shakes, and he goes to open his mouth to decline rather disrespectfully when your voice cuts him off.

“Megumi,” you call softly, and he’s immediately burning a bright red, both inside and out.

Your eyes are glowing with a hopeful shimmer, one that he can read without any words needed. “I won’t wanna go if you don’t come,” you gently whine, “please?”

Yuuji eagerly hits Nobara’s shoulder a few times as he does his best to whisper, “He’s slipping, he’s slipping.” Nobara grins like a cat, and you swear you can read her lips saying “man down.”

The two of them don’t even try to hide their snickers, but luckily for the two, Megumi isn't focused on them. He’s focused on you—your delicate plea music to his ears as he’s immediately softening and rethinking his whole prior mindset. All because you so much as smiled and said please.

With the look you're giving him right now, Megumi could never say no to you.

“Fine,” he keeps it short and sweet, “but only for a few hours.”

Nobara slaps his shoulder in victory as she skips towards her room to go get ready, “That’s more than enough time for me, buddy.”

“You’re still paying for the Uber,” Megumi calls after her down the hallway, and before she descends out of sight, she turns around and salutes him a confirmation.

With a few giggles, Yuuji isn't far behind her as he too eventually disappears, leaving just you and Megumi on the couch together.

When he turns to face you, he’s flustered to find that you’re already admiring him. You send him a soft smile, one he knows is saying thank you, so he sends one back and prays to whoever might be listening that you know it's saying far more than you're welcome.

#megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro fluff #megumi fic #megumi fushiguro fic

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heartfullofleeches · 4 months

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So what would remmy do if he found out reader acquired a partner?

"It's nice up here.... Isn't it, Y/n?"

Remmy tilts the head of the plush doll tucked safety in the collar of his hoodie into a small nod with his index finger - turning the soft gaze of its round, button eyes to open mouth of the second plush in his hands. Sharp rocks poke through doll's cotton stuffing - its small stomach stretched and mishaped from the stones lodged down its throat. Piercing its fabric flesh with a needle tied with red thread, Remy hides the first doll's eyes with his jacket.

"You shouldn't have to see this part. I wish there was for me to take you to the beach without you getting wet. You'd look so cute in a swimsuit."

Remy kisses the back of the dolls head. He wishes it where this easy to talk to the real you. Every word out his mouth feels like another mistake. You probably hate him for avoiding you for so long... The boardwalk has always been his place to unwind. He wasn't a particularly strong swimmer, but the deep waters at the either end of the walk were the perfect depth to cast all of his troubles away. He hopes in light of looming tragedy he'll be the one you seek in your time of need.

"Remmy?"

Remmy takes a breath. His shoulders tense as the loose hold he has on the doll slips between his fingers. He takes a final glance as its body is body is pulled by the weight of the stones in its belly. He imagines the face attached to it bloated and pale. Flesh rotted and picked clean by sea live. A weight is lifted from his back as a faint splash is heard right before your eyes fall over the edge of the border.

"Y/n.... you scared me...I'm sorry for how I've been acting recently... I made this for you.."

Bubbles rise to the surface of the water. You look at the tiny doll in his hands as he removes it from his jacket.

"Oh, no. Was that one of your dolls? If that one's me, who was the other one?"

"What was that?"

Remmy smiles.

"No one important."

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere blurb #Remmy my oc #male yandere #yandere drabble

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chaosology · 8 months

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chills

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request. i hope i did you justice :)

“Bit cold this morning, are we Kerr!?”

Sam’s head rose as the voice reached her ears. Her favourite hoodie had been missing from its normal spot and she was left freezing in the middle of the field, the morning sun no use. How did this happen? Sam was a routine person - the same socks at every game, the same seat on every bus. She wore her hoodie every morning she trained, placing it atop her bag the night before as to not forget it.

She stood midfield, her Aussie accent loud and clear as she let out an exasperated “I don’t know where the fuck it isss” at the sky. The team just laughed at her antics, chucking a ball at her feet and mumbling something under their breath about how it “wasn’t even that cold.”

Though, it was an unusually frosty morning in Melbourne. The grass crunched under their feet as they walked across the field, leaving trails of green footprints in a sea of almost white. The Australian was racking her brain, where the actual fuck was it? The wind was beginning to bite, and she resorted to rubbing her hands up and down her arms just for some relief.

That morning’s training passed quick, and Sam eventually warmed up as she stretched with Kyra. She had formed a now loved routine: wake up, train, go for brunch with her girl. Y/N would swing by after training to pick her up, rolling down the window and smiling as she pulled up on the curb. She usually didn’t get out the car, instead choosing to admire from afar and pick the most raunchy, explicit song to blast when Sam got close.

It’s funny, you should see your face! A little bit of Megan Thee Stallion never hurt anyone...

She would pretend to be annoyed, but Sam knew Y/N loved the idea of the team’s stoic team captain climbing into a car blasting “real hot girl shit.” And Sam just loved seeing her happy.

As coach dismissed them, she wandered over to the changing rooms to grab her bag and meet Y/N at the car. However, she wasn’t expecting for Alanna to clap her on the shoulder with a giggly I think you’ve got your answer, Sammy.

Y/N stood by Sam’s locker, chatting with Katrina and twirling Harper’s hair absentmindedly. Something had made her laugh, and Sam just admired. The way her eyes lit up and she threw her head back, her hand coming to her chest to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie.

But it wasn’t Y/N’s hoodie.

The slight frustration that had built up over the morning had lifted. She looked so goddamn cute, and Sam couldn’t help but stare. She was walking over in an instant, her hands coming to rest on Y/N’d hips as she whispered a small “hey, you” from behind.

Y/N turned in an instant, excusing herself from her prior conversation to embrace Sam. She was warm and soft and adorable, and the star striker almost couldn’t let go. By now, it was just the two of them. Y/N looked up, her eyes almost glassy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mini told me this was your special one and I was just cold, I really didn’t know”

“Stop”

“No, you love your routines. What if you really needed it, or-”

“Stop,” she said, pulling Y/N to her chest. “To hell with that. Do have any idea how goddamn adorable it is to see you in my clothes?”

Sam’s hand came to Y/N’s chin, tilting her head upwards. Her finger ran delicately across her lip as she sighed,

“Don’t ever take it off. Wear it to my games, make that our routine now, hey?”

No words were shared as they kissed, Y/N’s arms coming to wrap around her love’s neck. In truth, Y/N had purposely seemed out this hoodie. She didn’t know it was special, but it was the one Sam wore the most. The collar smelled just like her, and when she slept that morning without her girlfriend by her side she’d feel less alone.

“So, if we’re trading now… does this mean you’ll wear my barbie hoodie?!”

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yandere-kokeshi · 10 months

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Yan! Hobie with a Goth Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: I love this troupe. Ty for requesting! Hope you enjoy <33

He was immediately smitten when he first saw you. His eyes followed your form like a bee finding its honey. Honestly, it’s the similarities that drew him to you.

You were attractive - your dramatic and heavy makeup, full black but catchy clothes that don’t go with ‘the labels’, and piercings that were always changed; never sticking to one single move.

With makeup, he loves watching you do your eyeliner and designs that may take forever to do. He always smiles behind you in the mirror, do which, he always makes sure to kiss you - even if you’re wearing lipstick. He secretly hopes it’ll stay on him.

If you’ve got piercings, he’s constantly dying to mess with them. Hobie often buys you a bunch of sets, especially things that may or may not offend people (ex. Sigils, curse words, teeth related, etc).

To no surprise, likely Hobie has a piercing license, which means he’s more than up to give you more piercings if you’d like. He’s incredibly gentle, really fast, and always concentrated to make sure everything goes correctly.

He shares a playlist of both of your favorite artists and music, often making you listen to it whenever he comes over to spend time with you.

Your style is really hot to him. Your black studded boots? He’s gonna make some that are similar to yours. Hoodies that have patched holes and meshed sleeves? You can bet Hobie is sewing it up and decorating your clothes before you get home from the store. Have fishnet leggings? He’s tearing custom holes in them, making sure they feel comfortable to your liking.

Definitely steals your hoodies and band t-shirts constantly, always allowing you to steal his too. Plus, Hobie lets you wear his jacket - something that’s pretty important to him.

Like wearing thick and heavy collars? You can bet he will buy so much more; going out of his way to find one that he knows you’ll love. And maybe, Hobie will custom a collar that has his name on it. Of course, he’ll let you borrow his if you want.

Both of you have nights where he will do your makeup for you - letting you rest on the bed as he sits on your lap, looking down at you as he carefully applies a mystery of dark makeup. He lets you do the same thing to him, absolutely letting you go crazy and not letting you back.

You can bet your ass Hobie will ask if he can paint your fingernails black. Of course, you can’t deny him with his huge smirk and adorable dog eyes.

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viburnt · 2 months

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Possessive Izuku is something I didn’t think about

Possessive Izuku is something I regularly think about-

Possessive! Izuku that leaves bitemarks in places you can hardly cover with clothing.

Possessive! Izuku that innocently gifts you a collar with his name's initial to let people know.

Possessive! Izuku that doesn't let you go to parties alone, even if he ends up tired and worn out.

Possessive! Izuku that nonchalantly sneaks his hand underneath your shirt or hoodie, dangerously close to your chest or waistband. Specially with people close.

Possessive! Izuku who sleeps in your room when you allow him to, being obvious to the naked eye that he didn't only sleep in there.

"Come on, love, smile for the camera!" Izuku says, snapping a picture of you while you laugh. He takes a moment to check his work and make sure the photography is good, lips curling with pride when he sees just how pretty you look.

Setting the camera to back on its place, he holds you close, basking on the warmth of your body.

"Thank you for taking my pics, can't wait to show them to Kiri!" You absent-mindedly mention, ignoring the way Izuku tenses. "Is that so?" He asks with practiced gentleness, watching you nod in content.

"He asked me if I had a couple pics for a little project he is making, I'm not sure what it is yet," you chirp, giggling. Izuku chuckles in response; wasn't he clear enough before? Maybe people need to be reminded that you belong to him.

"I see, I'll give him a picture he won't forget about then"

Tags: @doumadono @trickster-kat @shonen-brainrot @shionancientsblog @i-literally-cant-with-this

#my hero academia #mha izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #Possesive! Izuku

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chelscait · 9 months

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you could do a funny/fluff where the reader and Alexia are dating, and Alexia has a habit of hitting the reader's ass every time she passes by, so because it's already automatic for her every time she passes by the reader to do that, um one day she ends up doing it in front of the girls and she only realizes later, then comes the trials and everything. sorry if it's too much

force of habit. | Alexia Putellas

Alexia had a habit which was more like a necessity every time she had the chance.

Before you both started dating, you had a relationship where the both of you fooled around a lot, teasing each other constantly. One of Alexia’s favourite antics was to slap your ass at any given moment.

She’d mostly do it in the comfort of your home like when you walk up the stairs with her behind you or when you got up from the sofa. She’d only go as far to do it around her family, and that was on rare occasions.

However one little mistake on her behalf caused herself hounds of pain.

“Alexia! I’m going to kill you!”

Her head whipped towards your laundry room from where she sat on the sofa, face full of confusion to your threat.

“¡Ven aquí, ahora!”

Your tone made her heart start racing on what she could have possibly done, and she hesitantly got up and trailed her way towards you finding you in a pile of odd clothes.

Hands in her hoodie pockets, her eyes widened at your furious face as you helplessly checked through all of the now smaller than usual clothes.

Watching as your mouth dropped when you found your training shorts, consequently turning towards her and displaying them.

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say? Look what you have done!” You whined as you shook the pair, fake sobbing in infuriation.

“I didn’t mean to! If anything it’s your fault.” She shrugged.

“My fault how exactly?”

“You made me do the washing.” She mumbled into the collar of her hoodie, hiding her smirk.

“Oh, so me trying to get you to help around the house makes it my fault, sí?”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. What am i going to do? We have training soon!” You got up from your position and dumped all of the other clothes in a basket to put all in the bin.

“You can wear a pair of mine?” Alexia asked, wincing at all of the wasted clothes she’s caused.

“What and risk the teasing all day? Hell no. I’ll just have to wear them and get a new pair.”

“Your ass will look great in them.” She got a tap to your bum as you rushed past her, twisting your head to her with an ‘are you serious’ stare.

“Fuck off.”

After the shorts had dried and you had ironed them slightly, they looked even worse and you could have almost cried as you put them on.

“I was right, they look great.”

“Stop making excuses up, Alexia, they’re hideous. I am not happy with you.” You moaned as you picked at the tight material, catching Alexia’s eyesight from in the mirror.

“Oi!” You screached as you covered your bum with your hands, spinning away from her. “No looking or touching today otherwise you are not getting anything tonight, not like you were from even causing this in the first place.”

“Come on! It was a mistake.”

“Nope!”

“Ugh.” She exasperated, finding her own kit to change into.

You arrived at the training grounds and you had already picked the material out of your ass about 20 times, huffing every time.

“Stop doing that.” Alexia groaned from beside you.

“I can’t help it.” You bent over the bench as you lifted your foot to tie your boot, Alexia threw her head back to avoid herself from doing anything in that moment.

Maybe it wasn’t so great for her after all.

“Why is Y/N’s shorts so tight?” Mapi came over to sit by Alexia when a break was called, an eyebrow raised.

“Please don’t remind me.”

Mapi snorted at her response, “What did you do?”

“I shrunk them in the wash and now i have to suffer with the consequences because..”

“You keep getting distracted.” She cut off, a smirk on her face as she squeezed her water.

Alexia got up from her position, placing her bottle back in its holder before every one returned back to their positions for a scrimmage.

In the middle of it, you and Alexia had both somehow fallen on top of each other and she couldn’t help herself but slap your ass as she got up.

You froze after she did so, most likely not realising that she did it in front of the whole team. You didn’t look at her as she pulled you up, also not noticing the wide eyes of the young players.

All returned to the locker room, everyone whispered amongst themselves with their gazes flickering towards Alexia whom had seemed to have realised the behaviour.

“¿Que pasa?”

She only got a snort from Patri as a response, Claudias face still ridden from shock.

“What’s so funny?”

“Couldn’t hold it in could ya, capi?” Mapi joked from across the room.

“What? Couldn’t hold what in?”

“Your obsession.” Ana chimed in.

“My obsession? What? Football?”

“No, Y/N’s ass.” Mariona answered.

Alexia’s mouth widens before her eyes followed, focusing her attention back on you who didn’t give her the time of day.

“Oh shit.”

“Yes oh shit, idiota.” You huffed jokingly, a smile spreading across your face as you undressed from the horrible shorts.

“I didn’t mean to, force of habit.”

“Force of habit? Chicas! Alexia Putellas is an ass girl!”

“¡Callarte!”

#caits little fics #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso oneshots #woso ficlets

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oleander-nin · 6 months

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Horrortober Day 30- Lonely(Yandere Rise Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Another one I'll probably try to rewrite, although I'm not sure what more to add. Maybe emotion. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Anger, destroying things out of anger, hinted future bloodshed, kidnapping, dark themes, yan themes

Words: 775

Summary: You left, and it drives Donnie mad

Donnie shifts in his bed, his gut telling him something was wrong. He feels around his bed for you, his heart racing as his eyes open. You were gone. The spot you last were wasn’t even warm, the sheets that once covered you messed and strewn about. Donnie jolts up and moves from his bed, patting the blankets down in hopes to feel you buried under. Not finding you in the mess of sheets, he rushes from his room and moves around the lab, calling your name and searching every nook and cranny. His eyes land on the open lab door and his heart sinks, his hands shaking as he wakes up SHELLDON and sends him off to search for you as well.

It takes painstakingly long, but Donnie ends up searching the entire lair top to bottom three times. Not a single inch was unaccounted for, and more importantly, neither were you. Donnie sits in front of his computers in his lab, seething. You ran. He took such good care of you, and you ran. Donnie shoves the half-finished tracking collar off his desk, regretting not setting you up with the subcutaneous trackers he had for the rest of his family. He curses his want for you to be special, to make something just for you. He should’ve been more careful, shouldn’t have fallen for your lies and your words. You were too willing, and he shouldn’t have believed it was from mutual love.

Donnie pushes his chair from the desk and stands up, screaming out in anger. His heart was throbbing, fury bright in his eyes while shoves cabinets to the ground and listens to the clatter of his tools being thrown against walls. He stays away from his projects, not wanting to destroy his life's work in his fit of rage. His fists clench at his side as he stares down at the mess he made, his tools scattered and shelves emptied onto the floor. He stands there for a moment, just letting his anger roll through him in waves, not trying to calm it at all. You had betrayed him. You ran, despite promising him your heart.

Donnie turns back to his computers, righting the chair and settling into it as he frantically starts to look through everything he could to find you. He gains access to cameras around town, his eyes taking in screen for barely a second before flipping to the next, running your name through databases to see if you had tried to call or book anything in the hours you ran. He searches the files of all the local police stations, looking for any new visits or files that contain you.

Each station was an annoyance to look through, every file having its own access key he needed to break through. He reopens the cameras on his other monitor, glancing at them while he painstakingly searches through every single folder they had online. He clenches his hand as he stares at the dozens of drives he needed to get through, his heart pounding both from anger and the annoyance of needing to cover his tracks lest he get caught.

It takes him what feels like hours, but he finally gets to the last police within a walkable distance in the time you’ve been gone, his eyes flicking back and forth between the cameras open and the files he’s decoding. He pauses when he sees the door to the precinct open, his chair swiveling as he moves to face the screen better. Through the grainy cameras the police station held, he could make you out. You were barefoot and only wearing Donnie’s clothes, different ones than the pajamas he gave you to sleep in. The sweats and hoodie you stole were baggy, both made to his specifications and you didn’t have a shell to help them fit.

The sight of you walking up to the station desk makes him sick, the woman manning the station looking at you with pity as you shake before her. Donnie slowly stands up, moving through his wrecked lab with a quiet peacefulness. His eyes were focused, determination and anger mixing together to form a dangerous concoction. Donnie pulls on his battle-shell and mans his tech-bō, fully prepared to do anything to get you back. You were coming home, no matter how much blood he had to spill.

Donnie takes one last glance at the cameras, watching you being ushered off into the back of the station, his knuckles lightening in shade as he steams. You would regret leaving him, one way or another. And he would make sure you never could again.

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leathermouthproxies · 1 year

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Proxy boys with afab sub reader smut headcanons

This was on Ao3 first so follow me there to keep up with my full length fics. Anyways here's my headcanons from hardest to softest doms.

Masky

Names he likes being called: Sir. Pretty much insists on it in bed

Names he likes to call reader: pet, kitten or puppy, whore, doll, little girl

Kinks: Brat Taming, bondage, weapon play, pet play, likes seeing you wearing tail plugs, so anal, CNC, size kink, predator and prey play, squirting, choking, breeding, huge sadist, impact play, will smack you if you're ok with it, having you hump his leg or boot

Tits or ass: Ass Fav position: mating press, your knees behind your head

Giving or receiving head: RECEIVING

He loves being completely in control, overstimulating you, humiliating you (he loves seeing you all flustered), degrading you, forcing you to squirt over and over, just completely using and destroying you, also loves seeing you wear things that claim you as his, like a collar or a necklace with his name on it. Likes playing little games with you, tag, hide and go seek, grabbing you from behind when you don't know he's there, gets a rise out of you being scared.

“Little whore loves getting fucked stupid huh?” “Aww did stupid forget how to talk? Come on kitten you've only cum 3 times I know you can give me some more.” "You know how happy Tim will be when I breed our baby into you? He loves seeing my bimbo be his domestic little wife." "I bet the neighbors know my name"

This man is literally a demon possessing Tim like how can he GO FOR SO LONG

Tim usually fronts for after-care. If Masky ever stops on his own his aftercare consists of him bringing you water, pulling you up on his chest, and praising you, which makes you flustered, which makes him hard, which then usually leads to round 2. Or 3. Or 4. Or until Tim fronts and sees you as a puddle of drool and tears and raspy moans under him.

Brian

Daddy. HUGE daddy dom

Princess, darling, baby girl, pretty, little girl

dd/lg, recording (exhibitionism), will ask for pictures or videos of you masturbating if he's out of the house for more than like. An hour. Has definitely asked Tim or Masky to record them fucking you for him to watch, so voyeurism, squirting but like not in an AGGRESSIVE way like Masky, praising, marking, bondage, having you grind on his leg or knee, mirrors, freak ass hoe for sure has a mirror across from and above the bed, lil bit of choking but again not as hard as Masky does it, creampies (seriously these guys love to cum inside you better get yourself an iud), edging

Tits

Standing (mans takes advantage of the operator strength), missionary, really anywhere that's not in a bed, kitchen counter, couch, car, against a tree in the forest, just in any position that he can pop a titty in his mouth or leave a hickey on your neck.

Honestly its 50/50 with oral, thinks you're adorable when he eats you out but also loves when you gag on his cock

Loves being completely in control but not in a forceful way like Masky, more in a “I want to see you melt under me” kind of way. Honestly he's so good at making you melt that you're not as bratty with him as you are with Masky. Still kind of bratty tho. While Masky likes forced orgasms, Brian loves edging you until you're begging and babbling. LOVES to praise you, loves when you're good for him, doesn't like to punish you but will turn into a hard dom if you get bratty or cum without permission.

“Such a pretty baby, gunna milk daddy's cock dry princess?” "Oh, were you close? I'm sorry baby girl, let's try that again." "Wave to the camera darlin', you know the other boys love when you look 'em in the eye." "Are you cum drunk already angel? That's okay, just let your daddy take care of you. You're so cute when you're all fucked out like this" "daddy's little princess"

Masky can fuck for hours but Brian loooves foreplay, he can toy with you for hours

Hoodie's the king of aftercare but Brian’s a close runner up

Will clean you up or carry and hold you in the shower if you want, make you go pee, bring you water or tea, wrap you both in a blanket, make sure he didn't cross any lines, be super soft with you, kiss kiss kiss kiss kISS

Toby

Listen to me

Hear me out HEAR ME OUT

I know we all think toby is a sub

And YES he looks like he gets pegged.

But I am telling you. I AM TELLLINNNG YOU.

This is not the case.

My boy is UN FUCKING HINGED

Cool with anything you want to call him, but his favorite is when you scream his name

Toby canonically comes from German ancestry and idk if the creator went further into that but I like to think his mom and dad are German immigrants, and toby has been to Germany to visit family so he can speak fluent German.

Bro be babblin’ shit out. Engel, babe, schätzchen, slut, sexy, schnucki, cum dump, mein angebetete, bunny, schatz, sweetheart, mieze, I mean he has tourettes so he really just calls you whatever comes to mind, accidentally called you manic pixie dream girl unironically one time and Tim still makes fun of him for it

Marking, biting, being bit, blood play, honestly probably period sex, he's a freak man fr, weapon play for sure, face shots, he would cover your entire body in his cum if he could cum that much, loves experimenting, having power over you, manhandling, VERY rough in bed, usually just from being over excited and not knowing what hurts people

Definitely accidentally blurted out that he would eat you if he could one time Was hot in the moment but he had some explaining to do during after care

We love our little cannibal don't we folks

Tits guy but loves shoving your face into the mattress and pulling your ass up into him, shower sex, again willing to try any position once

Loves the taste of you and will eat it like a demon but HUGE fan of getting some sloppy top. And I mean SLOPPY. He loves when you drool and gag

This guy just loves sex. Loves seeing you squirm under him, loves using you like his sex doll, probably calls you that too. Mans gets excited and VOCAL.

Toby also doesn't stutter in the original story but you know what? Eat my ass we have all headcanoned a stutter. It just lessens when he's confident- ie: making you his bitch. Although he still has tourettes and apparently disorganized speech as a symptom of his schizophrenia.

“Ich-ich möchte d-d-den, um, rest mein-n-nes lebensss mit dir vvver–rbringen” "hey y/n- pretty baby gonna make you scream tonight- hav-ve you sssseen my sch-ch-etch book“ "Ich w-w-w-erde dich für immmmer und ewig lieb-ben.” “JESUS-god-FUCK youre sssexy” “toby its 9 in the morning.” “Du siehst verboten gu-gut aus” "whore whorrre wh-h-hore yes fuck perfect whore aren't you?" "Your blood tastes so good." “Y-yeah, du liebst diesen schwanz in dir, nicht wahr hure?”

Sorry it's all German I just feel like he gets so in the moment that he kind of goes out of body and doesn't even realize what he's saying

His after care is kissing you all over your entire face and then conking the fuck out on your tits. Will more than likely wake up hard and ready again. If he doesn't pass out after the kisses he will open ubereats and ask what you want LOL

Hoodie

Ok Hoodie and Tim are on the same level of dom-ness but hoodie is more protective so he goes first

One thing he and Brian have in common: daddy. Hoodie also likes sir

Hoodie is usually non verbal but will talk sometimes when he's feeling particularly passionate, usually in a very monotone and even tone

When he does talk he calls you sickly sweet names

My love, precious, perfect

Collars, long makeout seshes, stomach bulging/ size kink. Tummy shots. Tummy. Shots. Loves putting you in pretty dresses OR his hoodie. He doesn't really have a lot of kinks, he just loves making love to you for hours. That's right you're not getting fucked when you're with him you're getting made LOVE to

.Feet. LMFAOOOOO

Usually tried to keep it on the downlow but one time while he was fucking he had your feet on his shoulders and. Suddenly he had a toe in his mouth before he could stop himself

Toby heard about it and now one of his tics is "foot boy" One time the guys were staking out a target in a mall when Toby looked at Brian and instantly yelled "FOOT BOY FOOT BOY". Tim laughed so hard he cried. They had to leave.

Brian hates Hoodie so much.

Anyways

Dude is EXTREMELY gentle with you, seriously treats you like you're made of glass. Also if this were a cartoon his eyes would turn into hearts every time he looked at you

He usually likes when you're on top, sitting on his lap while he told you close

But he will also HAPPILY oblige with anything you ask forAs long as you feel good that's all he wants

This guy

This fucking guy

Will eat.

For an eternity if you let him.

I am serious sometimes he eats until you safeword, like you RARELY have to safeword with any of the boys and the only time you ever had to with Hoodie is when he eats you out to the point where you literally feel like you're going to pass away. It’s kind of rare for him to not listen to your “ok I can't take it anymore”’s but sometimes he just can't get a hold of himself, it's like he goes out of body. Will end everything and go full aftercare mode for the safe word though.

He just loves to love you, he's the most protective, will carry you anytime you let him, always wants to be touching you, will do anything to make you happy even if it's not necessarily a good idea

If he witnesses someone be mean to you he WILL kill them of you don't explicitly tell him not to

Masky has to wait for Brian to front or send Hoodie out of the house to fuck you

This rule was made because one time Hoodie fronted while Masky was doing some impact play and Hoodie heard you scream. Hoodie almost choked Masky to death. It was a whole thing. It also turned into a 3 way. Anyways.

Point is you ask for the moon he'll bring you the whole solar system Thinks your whimpers are the cutest shit in the entire world, LOVES your soft little quiet moans

Again, really doesn't talk much, keeps things short and simple if he really has to speak

You think the longest sentence you've heard Hoodie say is when you asked if he could get some snacks while he was at the grocery store and while putting his shoes on he deadpan replied "I would eat a lightbulb if you asked me to." You took that as a yes.

But sometimes he says little worships and sweet nothings during sex

Now HOODIEHE is the king of aftercare

Goes super soft, again acts like you're made of glass, will gently lay you back down on the pillows, clean you off or carry you into the shower, again make sure you pee (ladies always take a girl-piss after sex), get you ice if you have bruises (usually from the other guys) hold you close and cover you both with the blankets, one of the rare times he talks is to ask you what you need from him, and again he will give you ANYTHING

He's so girl coded

Tim

Tim and hoodie have a lot in common actually

Again, daddy

I'm sorry they're all daddy af

Bear, teddy bear, handsome

Honey, doll, baby, darlin’

Just loves sweet lazy sex, but also not really because he loves spanking LOL

Not really a kink but him and hoodie love seeing you in pretty little dresses and skirts, tights or knee high socks, loves pulling your skirt up and plowing you Loves seeing you do lil domestic things, LOVES fucking to music, worships your body, literally thinks you have the most perfect body, gagging, spanking, loves when you dress up for him, lingerie and the occasional costume, definitely likes when you have a toy in you while you go about your day, either plug or vibrator, back shots

Honestly probably goes for anal when him and Brian dp you, so definitely is into you wearing plugs

Thighs and ass

Bro looooves your thighs

Asks you to smother him with them like once a day

69ing, getting his face sat on, fucking while you guys are on your side, again soft and lazy

He can drill you into the mattress if asked but prefers it soft

Mans EATS.

Remember how I said he loves thighs and ass?

This is exactly why he wants you to sit on it face Also why he likes 69ing, you're usually focusing on him while you're sucking his fat ass cock so you don't notice when you accidently settle to much and put all of your weight on his face which is EXACTLY his plan

He has had to tap out a couple times from almost suffocating

Anyways

Tim is obsessed with your body, wants it against him all of the time.

Cuddle. Fucking. MONSTER.

Toby and Hoodie are clingy 24/7 but Tim really values alone time with you and takes full advantage by being all over you. He also takes the protective roll when Hoodie's not around. He loves his little wife (doesn't matter if you're not married you're his little wife)

Also I don't think Tim is really as shy as a lot of people make him out to be

"Come sit that pretty ass on my cock, doll" "so soft and warm up against me baby" “Are you wearing all this just for me? Come give me a twirl, hun’” “please PLEASE just one chance I am on my knees BEGGING” “TIM I DON'T CARE IF YOU'LL GET HEALED I'M NOT BREAKING YOUR NECK WITH MY ASS”

Like I said Tim usually fronts mid fuck (well, is it mid fuck if you've been going for like 3 hours?) for Masky and kind of panics when he sees you SO fucked out It's kind of hot but he knows your ass is dehydrated

"Oh fuck, you good??"

Definitely felt really guilty the first time he saw the state Masky put you in before you assured him you fully were into it

Will clean you, probably untie you, get you ice and painkillers, and then make sure Masky didn't cross any lines

Masky is actually really good with consent, making sure things are okay before trying them for the first time, making sure you remember your safe word, but Tim still doesn't trust him

But with Tim's soft sweet sex aftercare usually isn't needed He just gives you sweet kisses and then asks if you're hungry <3

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stuniolvs · 2 months

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ~ christopher sturniolo

summary.) chris picks you up after recording

warnings.) use of y/n, from my old wattpad so its lwk bad!!

chris and his brothers are currently recording, i just wanted to stay at home because i'm not feeling very well, i have a pounding headache and stuffy nose. its 1:42 am and they're still recording.

chris hey baby how are you doing? 1:44am

y/n im okay i just wanna see you. 1:44am

chris do you want us to pick you up? we're almost done recording and were gonna go to target, i can stay in the car with you, i miss you. 1:45am

"chris!" chris' head shoots up hearing a yell from his brother, nick.

"sure" he earned a-what seemed to be-happy mumble from his brother.

when they park in the target parking lot matt and nick leave the car and so does y/n.

2:00am

i get out of the car, chris' eyes following me the whole time. i open his door and straddle his lap.

my eyes dart all over his face from his lips, to his backwards hat, to the hair sticking out of it, to his eyebrows, to his nose, landing on his ocean blue eyes. "you're so gorgeous chris."

"chris! im sick you dumb fuck!" i whisper yell slightly pushing him. "i dont care, i would rather kiss you" he states looking into your eyes.

#sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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''Nice to meet you, Alpine!''

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Vet!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky has been missing something in his life, and found the perfect way to fill this void when he found Alpine. He takes her to the vet, and walks out of there with more than just his new feline friend.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Thank you all so much for the love on this one, I honestly didn’t expect this to get so much appreciation overnight, but I’m incredibly grateful for all of you! Part II of this story is out now, and I hope you will enjoy it as much as this one, if not even more 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

''They're just getting worse and I don't understand why. I've been going to therapy, missions are going fine, I hang out with you guys...'' Bucky said that his nightmares have been coming back worse than ever for a few weeks. Everything was going fine, well even, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, or rather, someone was missing. He wasn't looking for a relationship right now, he was perfectly content being by himself right now despite feeling like there is a missing piece in his life.

''How about you look into adopting a cat? You have always loved animals, so it wouldn't exactly be weird if you would have one.'' Steve suggested, and Bucky agreed it was a good plan. ''I didn't even think of that... Thanks for the suggestion!'' Bucky said and he immediately went to look for his laptop, that way he could look up shelters nearby to see if they have any cats up for adoption. There were plenty of shelters in the area and he had a plan to go visit some of them, even if it was just to get some cuddles in with the cats there.

He was planning on telling Steve about his plans, but before he had the chance they got called in for a mission. It wasn't a high-risk one by any means, but that didn't take away from the fact that his plans got messed up regardless. It was just Steve, Bucky, Clint, and Natasha and they were back within a day so it was even easier than they planned it to be. Bucky decided to go for a run after coming back from his mission so he could get some extra energy out of his system. He had been running for about 45 minutes when he suddenly heard a soft meow coming from a small alley, and he went to investigate.

''Hi, little one!'' he said in a soft voice when he found out where the meowing came from. He spotted a beautiful white cat with piercing blue eyes and was immediately intrigued. ''I won't hurt you, I promise!'' he said to the cat, and he slowly came closer with his hand stretched out, so the cat could come to him if they want to. With soft steps, the cat slowly came closer and started sniffing his hand. The cat started purring and bumped their head against Bucky's hand and he got a small smile on his face. ''You're beautiful! Don't you have a home little one?'' Bucky asked and he didn't see a collar on the cat. However, he did notice the cat was dragging one of their back legs, showing that there was something wrong.

''Oh no, poor cat! Let me take you to a vet so we can get you checked out, okay?'' he said before taking his hoodie off and letting the cat step onto it before picking them up. ''You're gonna be okay, I promise. If you don't have a home yet, I will make sure I will give you the best home you'll ever have,'' he said and softly cuddled the cat against his chest to keep it warm without hurting it. He had to look up where the closest emergency vet was, seeing how he was running at 10 PM, normal vet offices were closed already. It must have been his lucky day because there was one only a few blocks from where he found the cat.

''Hi, my name is Bucky Barnes, and I just found a cat who is dragging its back leg a few blocks from her. Do you have time to check them out?'' he said to the girl at the front desk, and she was more than happy to help him out. ''Yeah, of course, it's so nice of you to bring the cat! I assume they're not yours?'' she asked and Bucky explained that he found the cat on his run, and heard the meow so he went over. ''They're beautiful though, maybe I can adopt them when they're better,'' Bucky said with a smile on his face, already thinking of all the fun the two of them could have. ''I have some paperwork to fill in for you, and once that is done the vet will be with you shortly,'' she said with a reassuring smile, and he went to fill it in.

Once everything was filled out he handed back the paperwork, but before he could sit down they were already called in. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm the working vet here tonight. I understand you found a cat that has been dragging their back leg?'' she asked, and Bucky introduced himself before telling the story again. ''Poor thing! Well, let's get some X-rays so we can come up with a plan of action. I'll be back here in 15 minutes, you can take a seat if you'd like, I'll get Rachel to bring you something to drink in the meantime.'' Y/N said and walked out of the room. ''Hi, would you like something to drink?'' the receptionist asked, but Bucky politely refused.

''Alright, that was quick and painless!'' Y/N said when she walked back into the room, Bucky immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Until now he was too busy with the cat to look at her, but now he couldn't take his eyes off her, she was gorgeous. ''First of all, they're a girl, so that is one less thing we have to figure out. She has a broken back leg, but it shouldn't be too long for her to recover since it is only a hairline fracture. I will give her some pain medication and put her leg in a cast for now so she won't put too much pressure on her leg. I also found out she isn't chipped, so the chances of someone looking for her are very small.'' she said, and Bucky was kind of happy and sad at the same time.

''So, that means I can adopt her, right?'' Bucky asked, and the vet agreed. ''All she would need now is a name, did you have one in mind already?'' Y/N asked Bucky and he had already thought of one. ''Her name will be Alpine, due to her perfect white fur and bright blue eyes, I think the name suits her,'' he explained. ''It's nice to meet you, Alpine! I believe your new dad will take great care of you. You deserve it!'' she said and she scratched Alpine behind her ears for some lovings, which she accepted with a deep purr. ''She seems to take a liking to you as well!'' Bucky laughed and couldn't help but think the same thing, he has taken a liking to her as well.

''It appears that way, yeah. She needs to come back in three weeks for her follow-up appointment, but you can schedule that during the day. If you want, you can ask Rachel to schedule it at a time when I'm working too, that way she doesn't have to be handled by a different vet.'' Y/N explained. ''So eh, maybe this is a bit forward, but would you like to get coffee sometime? She likes you, and to be honest, I like you as well...'' he said with a soft, shy voice. ''Sounds like fun! I will be free this Saturday, what about you?'' she asked. ''I'll be there! Shall I pick you up or did you want to meet at the coffee shop?'' Bucky asked, but she insists on coming to his place. ''That way I can see little Alpine again, she's just the absolute cutest thing ever!'' Y/N said with a big smile on her face. ''Yeah, she's quite something, isn't she?'' Bucky said and rubbed his hand over his neck.

''Let me give you my personal number, that way you can text or call me, so I know where to go for our date!'' Y/N said with a wink, and when Alpine was all bandaged up with her cast, the two of them were sent on their way. ''Thank you so much for your help, it really means a lot.'' Bucky said and gave her a big smile. When he came back to the compound, Steve happened to be in the kitchen. ''How was your-'' but before he could say anything the spotted Alpine sleeping is his arms. ''Oh my god, that is the absolute cutest cat I've ever seen!'' he said cooing at the cat. ''Yeah, she is. This is Alpine. Also, I have a date this Saturday, so you better don't send me on a mission!'' he said when he walked away, leaving Steve behind with a confused look on his face.

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Will you go to prom with me?

How they ask you to prom.

Characters: Shinso, Sero x GN!Reader

The poll and people have spoken! Here you guys go, I hope you like it!! And thank you all for your support and request! And as always request are open!

If you want another character done, feel free to ask! 🤍

Shinso

Shinso wouldn’t have a promposal sign, but he also wouldn’t just walk up to you and ask you out flatly. He would really only do that if he wanted to dance with you but you where both in public (not making a huge deal of it- that would be embarrassing)

“Care to dance darling?”

OR you guys were dating for many years or even married. But even in that instance, he comes home with a giant thing of flowers and asks if you wanted to go out to the hero’s Galla, or even chaperon the prom/dance at Eris school.

In late high school, you get ask by though Shinso’s cat( Aizawa cat but pretty much his- everyone in that household has a cat at this point). So Miku(Shinso let Eri name her- And Eri choose the name Hatsune Miku due to the blue hair at the time) comes running toward you, like every time you enter the house. Expect this time a dainty little flower and note are hanging from her bright blue collar.

“Hey there Miko, watch’s got there?” You question, kneeling to the sweet grey cat. Miku rubs against your knees, before all but throwing herself into your palms. She lets out a rather loud chirp as the small flower and notes get in her way.

“Let me get this for ya Miku-“ you whisper to her, scratching the white patch under her chin before grabbing the flower a note.

“Will you go to prom with me, kitty?”

You whisper out yourself, you’re fingers brushing over the laminated paper. The writing is neat, cursive and you tell Shinso spent time on it.

Miku chirps at you, angry at the lack of affection. Your fingers mindlessly comb the underside of her chin. Your heart is swelling, sending vibrations through your chest and causing the area to tighten.

A moment or two passes and you hear someone clear their throat. You peer up, seeing the man himself, his face reddened, and his eyes staring down at you. Shinso’s dressed in baggy sweatpants and a loose tank top. His hands are gauzed up, and his capture weapon is hanging unevenly off his neck. He must have been practicing when you came in, his chest still heavy breaths- but regardless he managed to stay quiet.

“So… what do you say?”

You slowly stand up, much to Miku's dismay. You start to walk before almost sprinting toward him. Hugging him tightly,

“Wait I’m all-“

“Yes” you speak to his shoulder, allowing yourself to be lifted slightly by him, “I would love to go with you, Shin!”

Sero

Sero goes a more creative route, finding someway to incorporate his tape into it. He does ask you straight up sometimes to go dancing with him. The days you’re swaddled in his hoodie, he can’t help it. Sero will engulf you in his arms, squeezing you as he hums lightly into your hair. “Care to dance.” And it’s just the two of you swaying to whatever music he puts on.

For prom tho- different story.

You walk into the training room and your jaw just falls open. Written in tape, something similar to charlottes web, the word “Prom?” is written out. Its sharp, the circles are like a triangles and there are many ‘strings’ of tape attached to each side. To a point that if you stood too close you'd probably get lost in all the stands.

“Oh! I didn't think you be up so early.” there's a light voice behind you. Seros's voice is surprised, but wavers near the end. “I was actually about to take it down-”

“Why?”

You asked, turning around to fully face him. Sero looked slightly tired- dark bags staring to form under his eyes. He wore a loose white shirt, it was one you had bought him. A giant bowl of Ramen being on the back, with the words “Heaven Noodles” circling around it. You had gotten it a size to big by accident- which didn’t stop the hero in practice from wearing. But due to the lardge size, he enjoyed it more so as asleep shirt (when he did ware one). Sero also had flip flops on and black sweatpants that had yellow triangles going up the legs. It was sleep ware- you saw him in it last night when you both went to your separate dorms. How long had he been awake doing this? Did he sleep at all?

“It was too messy, I was redoing it. Or honestly try something different.” Sero sleepily chuckled, his arms stretching on reflex. A nervous habit he seemed to get while in UA.

“Please don't,” you spoke, walking up to him. “And J would love to go with you.” Seeks tired eyes seem to widen a bit at your answer. His smile stretching wide as he reached out for you. Cupping your face.

“Mi Amor- I am the luckiest man alive” he smiles before kissing your forehead.

@call-me-copycat

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