So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE
Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky
He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG. Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky.
Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO
Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi
Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT.
HE TOOK HER A SHOWER. HE FILLED HIS TUB HALF WAY. PLOPPED HER IN WITH GOGGLES AND EVERYTHING. HER BUTT FUCKING FLOATED. HE LEGIT CRIED CAUSE IT WAS TOO CUTE.
Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman
Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm.
However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.
Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard
Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.
MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian
This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way.
V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO
However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction.
Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them.
Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou
He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D
Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)
Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard
Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd.
He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline.
He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd.
Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job
1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse.
Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO
when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar.
Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle
This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS.
Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant.
Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha.
It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet.
Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)
Hi hi! Could you do a request of the RFA+saeran+V were they and MC get stuck in an elevator? Thank you!
This sounds silly and I love it (assuming in all these these the emergency button works and it’s just a matter of time to wait for help to come) -Before after endings- ~Mod L
Yoosung ♡ panIC ♡ Tries to push a floor button in hopes that it’ll fix it ♡ When it doesn’t he ends up pressing every single button ♡ “YooSUNG NO-” ♡ “Maybe it’ll work?… Does this mean I don’t have to go to class?” ♡ Once he realizes that he seems to be a lot more okay with the situation ♡ He had his bag with him, and you convinced him to let you help him study ♡ You ended up with both of you sitting on the floor with his papers scattered everywhere ♡ You didn’t necessarily know much more than he did but you kept his mind on track ♡ He impressed you with how well he did his work ♡ After a while he was siting with his back against the wall doing his work and you leaning against him on your phone ♡ The sound of a worker coming from the speaker scared the hell out of you both ♡ Once you heard you two would be getting out soon you both scrambled to pick up Yoosung’s papers, which were everywhere at that point
Zen ♡ He has practice that night ♡ Oh no ♡ “Zenny, it’s only one practice-” ♡ “But I’ve never missed a single one!” ♡ “Then practice with me!” ♡ He carries around the script with him of course so you two both plop down on the ground to read it together ♡ You’re not an actor/actress so you reading some of the lines were a bit silly ♡ Regardless you two have some fun with it ♡ To compensate you made your acting incredibly over the top and dramatic ♡ Zen is an amazing actor but you’re his absolute weakness ♡ He couldn’t help but laugh at your acting and soon you two were just a giggling mess ♡ One thing lead to another ♡ Make out in the elevator? ♡ Make out in the elevator ♡ Thankfully rescue found you two before anything else happens
Jumin ♡ He cannot b e l i e v e ♡ He is stuck in an elevator? In his own building? The disrespect ♡ You just watched him, mildly amused as he tried to call someone without any cell service and reluctantly called for help with the emergency buttons ♡ He was rubbing his temples in frustration when he realized ♡ He’s in an elevator? Alone with you? With no work? ♡ Maybe this isn’t as bad as it seems ♡ Lately he had been so busy you two barely had time together ♡ So he definitely took advantage of this this ♡ It didn’t take long after this realization for him to be on you ♡ He had to resist the urge to go past kissing, but oh man was it passionate ♡ Unfortunately for you two/fortunately with the CEO being the one stuck it didn’t take long for rescue to come ♡ But you two picked it back up as soon as Jumin got home that night
Jaehee ♡ Thank god it happened on her way out of a meeting rather than before one ♡ Regardless there was still a pile of papers waiting for her on her desk ♡ Jaehee furiously pressed the button before sighing and leaning against the back wall with you ♡ You convinced her to sit with you and relax and you would try to call Jumin ♡ She leaned against you while you dialed him ♡ You tried calling him a few times with no service and eventually gave up ♡ “Jaehee, he’s not answering so-” ♡ You quickly stopped talking as you heard her soft snoring ♡ She had fallen asleep on your shoulder ♡ You didn’t want to move to see her out of fear of waking up but you saw her in the door reflection ♡ Ohmygod she’s so cute ♡ You leaned your head against hers and had to fight the urge to fall asleep yourself ♡ Jaehee got so little rest you both felt good she could get some sleep but felt bad at how overworked she was ♡ The sound of her sleeping was so relaxing you ended up falling asleep yourself ♡ You both enjoyed some sleep until you were woken up by the sound of someone’s voice over the speaker telling you you were about to be saved ♡ You quickly woke up Jaehee and so you two could compose yourselves before anyone saw you two ♡ You both felt refreshed yet sore from the awkward position you fell asleep in
Seven ♡ “WE’RE GONNA BE STUCK IN HERE FOREVER” ♡ “Seven-” ♡ “WHAT IF WE STARVE TO DEATH” ♡ “Help is on the way-” ♡ “WERE GONNA DIE IN HERE” ♡ He was sprawled out across the floor crying in despair ♡ It was completely up to you to call for help ♡ While talking on the speaker he crawled over and hugged the bottom half of your body ♡ Once it just a matter of waiting for rescue to come Seven attempted to set up a fort with his jacket and was making audio recordings on his phone ♡ “Day one of being trapped. Our supplies and hope are running low. Send help”. ♡ Has a bag of Honey Buddha Chips with him because of course he does ♡ “Okay now if we ration this out between the two of us it can last us about two weeks!” ♡ “Day one of being trapped. It’s been ten minutes since log one. I’ve eaten all the rations. Death is imminent. Tell Elly I love her”. ♡ After having to formally ask permission, Seven lets you in his jacket fort ♡ You two huddled under there until you were eventually saved
Saeran ♡ He’s uncOMFORTABLE ♡ He just felt thankful that you were the only other person there ♡ He just kept to the corner while you used the buttons to call for help and felt dread when you told him it would be a while until you two would be able to get out ♡ Saeran didn’t like being stuck anywhere, and tried to hide it as he sulked ♡ As he looked around he noticed the hatch in the top of the elevator ♡ “Why don’t we go out there?” ♡ “Because it’s actually pretty dangerous. And help is on the way”. ♡ “But I wanna”. ♡ He was a bit taken aback when you laughed at his response ♡ That wasn’t the the effect he was going for but he loved the sound of your laugh ♡ It helped him calm down a bit ♡ You noticed that he seemed uneasy so you cozied up to him ♡ It was soft cuddles and small kisses until you were rescued
V ♡ He gets so adorably worried ♡ “Are you okay? Can we call for help from in here? Can I help you with anything? Will you be okay waiting in here?” ♡ He just wants you to be comfortable the sweetheart ♡ His heart is too big ♡ Gives you his jacket even when it’s not cold ♡ After waiting he insists you sit with him even when you’re not objecting? ♡ Tries to make a terrible elevator room as comfortable as he can ♡ It actually kind of works? ♡ He has no idea how long it’ll take to get out so he just tries to comfort you the whole time ♡ Which ends up in you comforting him so he’s not as stressed out about you ♡ It’s a give/take kinda thing ♡ After a while you two just end talking and laughing together until you’re saved
Killer in the Streets, Baby Boy in the Sheets (Mafia AU)
Joonie stripped out of his bloodied gloves and fell back onto the mattress. Being the leader of a gang took a lot out of someone. He rubbed his eyes and nearly flinched when your sharp nails trailed over his chest. You were wrapped in your favorite lilac robe with nothing underneath.
You didn’t even have to ask as he pulled off his pants and jacket, leaving him bare to your eyes.
“Hard day at work, baby boy?” He nodded once and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. He leaned his head against your thigh and sighed shakily.
“Can mommy take care of you?” There it was. His ultimate, hidden kink. He shuddered, pupils blow wide with lust.
“Yes please, mommy.”
Jin would have checked and re-checked the escape van a dozen times. You watched him in the garage checking the tire pressure for the hundredth time. He sent a firm kick to the rubber and sighed heavily. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle.
Jin would purr at your touch and push back into your body. “It’ll be okay baby. You’ve done this a thousand times before.” You’d encourage your lover. Jin sighed and turned in your embrace. He was a few inches taller, but that didn’t stop him from feeling like a little boy when you looked up at him with that firm glare.
“Don’t doubt yourself baby. Mommy hates it when you do that.” Jin lowers his head and shivered when you trail your hand under the band of his pants. “Get out of those clothes baby. Mommy is going to fuck all of your worries away.”
Yoongi was exhausted. His feet felt heavy as he was able to drag himself into bed. You were curled underneath the covers already, looking so innocent. Yoongi felt bad, he knew how much you worried about him. Yoongi kissed the back of your neck, sliding his cold hands under your shirt.
“Hey baby.” You cooed sleepily, turning in his arms. Yoongi smiled, beginning to lift the front of your shirt up. You snatched his wrist and clicked your tongue.
“How many times do I have to tell you baby? You can’t touch mommy without her permission.” You easily rolled on top of him, hands grasping T the t-shirt he wore. You could already feel the bulge forming in his sweatpants. With a single bounce on his hips he tossed his head back with a whine.
Hoseok slammed his keyboard down in anger. His hands fisted his hair and he gritted his teeth. You leaned against the doorway of his office with a frown. Hobi had been stressing himself out far too often lately. You stood behind him, hands trying to work the knots out of his shoulders.
“Relax Hobi. You’ll crack that code soon.” Your mouth moved down to the curve of his neck. Hobi’s fingers relaxed from the leather of his chair. You had him right where you wanted him.
You dropped your hands to his chest, playing with his perked nipples through the thin shirt. Hoseok’s hips bucked and he groaned.
“Please Mommy, can you touch me?”
“Anything for you baby…” With that, your hand inched down under his belt.
Jimin hissed as you cleaned the bullet wound on his chest. It had missed an artery by mere inches. Yet Jimin still fussed that he was completely okay.
“Stop moving Jimin! I have to clean it!” You ordered. Jimin went stiff at that tone of voice. He knew that voice far too well. You smirked, running the alcohol pad over the injury. Jimin cringed and bit his bottom lip.
“I’m sorry kitten, I know it hurts.” You cooed to Jimin. Now with that pet-name, his injury wasn’t his only “problem”. “Oh Chim. You are so naughty!” You pressed your palm to his crotch and watched him quiver underneath you. “If you behave, Mommy will reward you.”
Tae had counted the bills of poison for the hundredth time. It just wasn’t adding up. No matter how many times he ran the numbers. You watched from the couch as he angrily slammed down his notebook on the coffee table.
“What’s wrong baby?” You walked over to him and kneeled to his height. He shook his head and cupped your cheeks in his hands.
“It’s nothing baby. You can go back to bed.” He kissed your forehead. You weren’t going anywhere however. You smirked, reaching for the zipper of his jeans. Tae whimpered and tried pushing his pelvis closer to you.
“Now are you going to tell Mommy what’s bothering you?”
Jungkook whimpered under the brush of the feather. You trailed it over his stomach and down to the base of his cock. His body lifted from the bed but you soothed his with a hand on his chest.
“No, no Baby Boy! This is your punishment.” You smiled, allowing the feather to tickle the head of his penis. Jungkook growled at you, the gag in his mouth making him much less menacing.
Jungkook had gotten into a total of 5 bar fights just this week. You had put it off on sexual frustration. Now he was paying his dues. You grabbed the pretty pink vibrator from your drawer and turned it on the lowest setting.
Jungkook went wide eyed as you lower it towards his cock. “Now tell Mommy what you want with your Big Boy words.”
Sehun had seen it before anyone else. Yixing soon caught on after that, but you’d never admit it to them. Not only to hide your own shame, but the shame of how much you still loved the man who hurt you.
He hurt you in every way possible, and there was nothing stopping him from doing it again. Yixing and Sehun were both cops - partners that usually patrolled the streets together. It was the day that he’d beaten you until you couldn’t take it anymore that you finally called the cops on him.
Request: ‘so imagine that warren has a problem with clothes getting too stretched out because of his wings and clothes just not fitting properly and imagine that the mansion has a community laundry and dry cleaner system with everyone’s names written on the tags of their clothes ,and if someone needs something fixed or altered that’s we’re they go. Now, the reader(who is really quiet and shy) is then only one who manages it because everyone else is too busy to do laundry and Charles asks if someone could help and since she has alot of free time she volunteered. One day she notices that all of Warren’s shirts are either ripped or stretched out from trying to get his wings in them and so she buys him a couple of new shirts that he would like and that would fit him and altered it so that there are slits in the back where his wings would be with snap buttons at the bottom so he can slip his wings in without stretching the shirt and whenever he gets his shirts back he’s just like “oh my God who did this, who cared about me enough to go out of their way like this” and he thinks to himself he has to find this person. So he goes to the laundry room and waits like all day because he really wants to find this person, and when the reader finally walks in they just have a really fluffy moment.’ By @brianabrown4878
It was laundry day and of course, everyone in the school had to be busy with something. Kurt was catching up in his classes, warren was training (probably just hiding from everyone to be honest), jean was practicing her powers again and almost everyone had some kind of excuse. Y/N was busy packing her laundry down to the laundry room and nearly tripped over some of the other students clothes. She stumbled, catching herself!f and sighed, someone had to do this, and she knew the clothes had their names tagged on them. She wasn’t much of a talker or anything, but found herself sorting everyone’s clothes into piles to do the laundry, since she hasn’t had anything else to do.
Y/N spent most of the day doing laundry, she had everyone’s clothes put in the baskets and paused when she seen a very worn out Def Leppard T-shirt that belonged to the one and only archangel, warren Worthington III. A small frown appeared on her face, going through his clothes only to notice that almost every shirt was this way. She shook her head, sitting his clothes to the side before fixing her hair and distributing the others clothes back to their rightful owners. She had to do something, she was that kind of person, and her crush on warren didn’t seem to help the fact that she was now walking into Xavier’s office to ask him if she could work the laundry from then on. For Warren, of course. “Sir?” She asked softly as he looked up from the book he was reading, “yes?” He asked, he didn’t read her mind so he didn’t technically know what she wanted. “Today I went to the laundry room and-” “its messy, I’m sorry” Xavier frowned. “-that’s not the problem, but I washed everyone’s clothes and I think I’d like to work the laundry from now on and I need to go get…supplies, do I have permission to leave?” She rocked on the balls of her feet, seeing she was wearing sandals. He nodded.
Y/N found herself walking around the mall, checking out the clothes and of course, getting many band t-shirts in Warren’s sizes. Of course she didn’t have to do it, but she did. After she gathered supplies, she headed back to the school to work on fixing his new clothes. She contemplated how it would work, then it came to her mind that his favorite leather jacket had slits in the back! She worked with the clothes, fixing them so they would fit the angel without having to be stretched out. Then, she wrote his name on the tags.
It was later on that night and she felt extremely tired, but wandered down the halls with the laundry basket of his old clothes to sit them away and replacing them with the new clothes…
Warren finally had enough time to get his laundry done, he was walking down the halls shirtless, signing to himself. He walked inside, wondering where his old clothes were, only to find the new t-shirts with his name on them. His heart almost stopped, someone actually cared to do this for the angel? Why him? He wasn’t exactly a nice person, he didn’t think he deserved to be treated nicely, but someone had taken time to shop and fix these shirts for… For his wings! Warren’s eyes watered, which was a sight you’d probably never see. He picked up one of the shirts, Metallica. Whoever this person was, must have really thought about the clothes because they were all great and probably expensive too. He looked down for a moment, sitting down and sighing heavily. 'I have to find them, this person needs a huge ass thank you, but they better not tell anyone…’ He thought to himself, deciding to wait for this mystery person.
Y/N woke up some time later, knowing there was to be more laundry done on the weekend more than during the actual week and this time, she even had to do some bedsheets too. Rubbing her eyes, she got up and took a shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body was merely relaxing. She washed off, taking the time to do her morning routine and dried her hair, taking her dirty laundry and putting it in a basket. She hoped that the students hadn’t piled up a lot of things as she slipped on some sweatpants and sandals, almost forgetting to grab her things and it took a little while for her to her things down to the room, struggling to twist the knob…
Warren wasn’t really paying attention to a lot of things but as soon as the doorknob started to turn, his breath caught in his throat in anticipation. What if it was Xavier? Or even Hank? Should he be this nervous about it? He didn’t know but all of his feelings were changed when he seen the color of Y/N’s hair. He side smiled and got off of the washing machine, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as she pushed the door open, not yet seeing him there. Was it her?
Y/N lifted her things to walk inside, her eyes falling on Warren who was reading a very unreadable expression at the moment, but seemed to be a little upset? She looked down, slowly putting the basket down. “I… I’m sorry, I just really wanted to be nice, you’ve been nice to me and you’ve not picked on me like other people usually do because I’m quiet and-” she looked up,swallowing hard. Warrens eyes were brighter, a small smile across his lips. “Me? Mad? Actually, I just… Got a little surprised that someone would care for me enough to do that, and quite frankly, darling, you are absolutely wonderful. I need to repay you” he stated as he walked closer, only clad in his jeans and boots. He smiled softly at her, “how can I ever repay you?” He asked softly, watching her expression changed to surprised. “Well… I’ve always wondered what it looks like from the rafters…” She trialed off, earning a small chuckle from the angel, who wrapped his arms around her. “How about this… I fly you around but I still don’t think that’s enough repay, so I guess I’ll be sticking around you linger than before, maybe we can become… Closer?” He suggested. To that, she nodded, wondering what exactly was going to happen.
EDIT: UPDATED 8/13/17; just in the past couple of weeks after aya has said that she is “improving” she made nazi jokes, suicide baited me, and also started drama/harassing me again for “hacking her” with absolute no proof, just to start drama. also dated a 9yr old while 17, sexted with a 13-14 yr old explicitly
please don’t ignore this.
aya @ miisdreavus (previously heavyyhearts / dreamishiro / lighterdayss / scarletrosebuds ) is an abuser who frequently manipulated and guilted me. she blames everything that she does on completely not being able to control it and her bpd.
tw: manipulation/guilt tripping, cutting ; minor drugs & alcohol
This idea is all @kat2609 . She’s been kicking this around, and I stole it. With her permission. We have her to thank for the fact this saw the light of day. Of course, I have so much more to be grateful to her for than just this fic.
3000 words of not quite a fic, but not quite bulletpointing, of a CS Survivor fic. The format of the show has been changed.
Emma Swan - single mother of an 8 year old boy - Survivor contestant. It’s the last place she ever imagined herself, but the chance to win a million dollars was too tempting when her friends signed her up and forced her to film an audition tape. She never expected to make it past any of the preliminary rounds, but there she was, headed to the South Pacific for 40 days. She had no interest in the fame or glory. She was there for the cold hard cash.
Killian Jones - one handed honorable discharge from the British Navy - Survivor contestant. It was the last place he ever imagined himself, but his brother signed him up. The Navy had taught him everything he needed to know about survival and what else was he going to do now that his life was no longer on the sea? The small stipend he would receive for the accident that took his hand might be enough to live off of, but the million would buy him a boat, and allow him to leave the world behind.
Fandom: Marvel Pairings: Steve Rogers x (mutant)reader; Wanda Maximoff x (sister)reader x Pietro Maximoff Genres: angst, mild fluff Words: 1.890 Summary: based on an imagine: “Imagine falling for Steve and your siblings, the twins, disapproving” - requested by Anonymous A/N: To avoid any misunderstandings, all characters are of age. Gif’s not mine.
This was a request and it’s an X-men kind of crossover, so pls enjoy.
“They’re not even wizards! What is the old man even thinking inviting them here?” Draco complained over breakfast to the whole Slytherin table, making sure that his voice carried as far as possible.
He directed a glare at the new table set right up at the front where five of the students from Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters currently sat eating peacefully. He intensified his glare, willing one of them to turn back to acknowledge him but none of them did.
“That may be so, but they definitely aren’t muggles.” Pansy reasoned, pouring milk into her tea with a neat flourish.
“Pansy, this is the Triwizard Tournament. Not the Trimutant Tournament.” Draco raised his voice again and this time one of the mutants did turn around making Draco recoil involuntarily.
Six eyes. He’s got six eyes.
The six-eyed mutant boy gave him a scathing look before turning back to his breakfast and Draco barely managed not to flinch.
“They’re freaks I tell you, freaks!” He whisper-shouted vehemently.
“I think they’re kinda hot.” Blaise cut in, absentmindedly chewing on a pork rib. Draco choked on his food and goggled at him, lost for words.
“Really, Blaise.” Said Pansy flatly. “You think that’s hot?” She pointed her chin in the direction of a girl with abnormally fiery red hair who was currently using her very long tongue to lick her plate clean without even having to pick it up.
Blaise stared in disgusted fascination for a short moment then shrugged. “Well okay, not all of them.” He relented. “But look at that one at the end.” He gestured with his fork.
Draco’s eyes followed the utensil and came to rest on a girl.
Well he’s not wrong, he thought.
The longer he looked at her, the harder it was for him to look away. There was just something so aesthetically pleasing about her and Draco kept staring until Pansy jabbed him in the ribs, hard.
He stifled a yelp and rubbed the sore spot gingerly. “That was not necessary, Pans.” He grumbled.
Pansy grinned cheekily. “I rather think it was.”
Draco threw a croissant at her.
“Hey, you know what?” Blaise chimed in.
“No, what.” Draco and Pansy said simultaneously.
Blaise gestured to the girl again. “Apart from being insanely attractive; don’t you guys think she looks a little- I don’t know- normal? For a mutant, I mean.”
Draco studied the girl for a moment and found that Blaise was right. While the other four mutants had obvious tells that they weren’t humans (spikes, tails, multiple eyes etc.), the girl all three of them were currently scrutinizing had a fairly human appearance.
“I bet she breathes fire.’ Blaise mused.
“Or ice.” Draco countered.
“Maybe her power is really mild, like making plants grow.” Pansy suggested sarcastically.
“Or maybe it’s- oh shit. Abort abort abort! She’s looking our way.!” Blaise hissed as he grabbed a newspaper, shaking it open and disappearing behind it.
Draco hastily made a show of stirring his porridge while Pansy merely rolled her eyes.
“You two are really pathetic.” She told them.
Draco couldn’t agree with her more.
Draco can’t sleep. No matter what he does or what position he changes to, sleep just refuses to come. For some strange reason, he can’t stop thinking about the mutant girl. Granted she did give him and his friends a rather withering glare for all their staring that morning. There was just something about her that had managed to catch his eye. He doesn’t know what it is, but there’s just something…
Yep, he can’t sleep.
Quietly, so as to not wake up his dorm mates, Draco slides out of bed and puts on his slippers (yes, he wears slippers, shut up). He grabs his wand from his bedside table, stowing it carefully away in his pyjama pocket. He figures a quiet stroll around would be what he needs to get his thoughts together, so with determination, he sets out to do just that.
Who knew the castle could be so quiet? Draco was used to seeing the corridors filled and buzzing with life, but right now, just after midnight, everything was still. He likes it.
He walks around aimlessly, not exactly sure where he’s headed. That question is answered soon enough when he finds himself walking out the doors and making his way towards the quidditch pitch.
This is more like it. The breeze in his hair and clothes, the smell of grass, the moonlight glinting off of the hoops, the weirdly shaped thing sitting on the stands and the- wait.
Draco backtracks. What the heck is that on the stands? He squints hard at it but he’s too far away to see what it is. For one horrible moment, he thinks it’s a Dementor but immediately let’s go of that idea. Dementor’s don’t just casually sit on stands in the middle of the night and besides, Dumbledore sent those things away ages ago.
So what is it?
Cautiously, he takes several steps in it’s direction and when it still doesn’t move he takes another. Maybe it’s sleeping, he reasons. He takes another step and a twig snaps noisily causing the creature to jump up in surprise giving Draco a clear view of it’s figure in the moonlight.
His mouth drops open.
“You have wings???”
The mutant girl eyes him up and down. “Ah, you’re one of the starers from this morning.” She recounts bluntly. “Stalking is also not cool, you know.”
“I’m not stalking you.” Draco says hotly. “I was out for a midnight stroll.”
The girl raised her eyebrow sardonically, not saying anything. She shifts her stance a little and Draco gets a good view of her wings.
They were huge. Twice the size of her body and pure white, made up of layers upon layers of soft feathers. Magnificent, really.
“See something that interests you?” The girl teases, smiling slightly.
Draco snaps out of his daze. “N-not particularly, no.”
“Well, you’re the first person to see them since I’ve come to this school, so you should feel honored.” She tells him conspiratorially, giving him an over-exaggerated wink.
Draco is horrified when he feels his cheeks heat up and quickly coughs to hide it. “W-where do they go? When we can’t see them, I mean. Do they just disappear or something?”
“Not exactly, no. How do I explain this?” She taps her chin thoughtfully, her hair falling into her eyes a little.
She has nice eyes.
“They kind of contract back into my body, I guess. Then when I want to unfurl them they just… pop back out.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Can you fly with them?”
“Of course I can.”
“Are they soft?”
“… why don’t you feel them?”
“What, really?” He asks, surprised.
The girl narrows her eyes contemplatively but then extends one of her wings out towards him. “Go ahead.”
Draco immediately reaches out before she changes her mind. He gasps slightly when his fingers come into contact with the feathers.
“They’re really soft.” He breathes, stroking his hand over them gently.
The girl shrugs. “They’re just feathers. Feathers are supposed to be soft. You know, there’s a girl back at the academy called Trinity, and she has these awesome pitch black butterfly wings. Next to those mine aren’t even half as impressive.” She sighed, moving her wings away. Draco mourned the loss.
“I think I prefer your wings.” He stated.
The girl gives him a curious look. “Really?” She asked quizzically.
“Yeah, they make you look like an angel.” He answered.
It takes a moment for Draco’s brain to process the words that had just left his mouth.
“Wait, no.” He backtracks. “No-not that I think you look like an angel because you don’t by the way. I’m saying you-you have angel like wings and they just…you know…” He trails off pathetically looking anywhere but at the girl. Why oh why did he have to say that out loud?
“No ones ever… called me… an angel… before…” The girl says, her voice unsteady and Draco chances a glance at her. She’s looking him with wide eyes and her cheeks are dusted with a little pink.
That’s a nice color on her.
“Wait, what. No one? No one at all?” He feels the need to clarify.
She shakes her head as if to clear it. “Everyone back at the academy calls them cockatoo wings. Have you ever met a cockatoo? I’ll tell you right now if those assholes are gonna be angels of anything, then they’re Satan’s angels from hell.” Her words are nonchalant but her tone is slightly bitter. Draco wonders if he’s hit a sore spot and decides to change the subject.
“You do know it’s past curfew, right? You’re lucky there aren’t any teachers about.” Draco fought the urge to kick himself. Curfew? Out of all the things out there to talk about, he mentions curfew?
The girl brandishes a small scroll of parchment. “I have a permission slip.” Then a sly expression crosses her features. “Do you?”
“I don’t.” Draco admits. “But I’m Draco Malfoy, I don’t need a permission slip to be out on a midnight stroll.”
The girl perks up for some reason. “Draco Malfoy? That’s your name? Huh, it’s really cool.” She looked oddly happy at this and Draco felt a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach. He’d never gotten that kind of reaction before. Whenever people learned that he was a Malfoy they either grovelled to get on his good side or shied away in fear. The girl’s reaction was… nice, in a way.
“So, what’s your name?” He inquired tentatively.
“[f/n] [l/n]” She replied almost immediately, eyebrow quirking slightly.
Now what? Draco thought. What on earth do you say after introductions? Do you shake hands? Should he shake hands?
He was interrupted from his little dilemma when [f/n] began flapping her wings experimentally. She caught his eye and in one swift movement they disappeared back into her body leaving no trace that they had ever been there.
“I guess I’ve stretched my wings enough for now so I think I’m gonna head back inside.” She held out her hand. “It was nice meeting you, Dragon.”
Draco could practically feel his insides melting into a pool of mush. She called him Dragon. His own mother calls him that so it shouldn’t be endearing. What is wrong with him? For fucks sake, he needs to get his act together.
“N-nice meeting you too.” He took her hand and then all of a sudden all he can think about is how soft they were, just like her wings……
“Yule Ball!” He blurts out before he could stop himself.
There’s a still silence as [f/n} blinks a few times, her grip still loosely on his hand. “What?”
Draco swallows. Well, he took a step, he’ll keep walking. “The Triwizard Tournament usually comes with a Yule Ball which requires you take a-a date.”
She continues to stare.
“So basically I’m asking if maybe you’d like to- you know, if maybe you’d like to…”
She’s still staring. Draco gives up.
Draco hears. He processes. “…huh?”
“You’re asking me to the ball, right? I said ‘okay’.” Oh god she’s got that weird happy expression on her face again and Draco just knows he’s done for. He takes a deep breath, gathering up whats left of his dignity.
“I’ll pick you at seven, don’t be late.” He goes for a bow but then remembers that he is clad only in pyjamas and a pair of slippers therefore probably looking like an idiot. He settles for quick nod of the head, ignoring the amused twinkle in [f/n]’s eyes, before walking away back the way he had come.
He’s already halfway across the pitch when [f/n] calls out to him. He turns too quickly for it to look casual and makes a mental note to chastise himself for it later. Malfoy’s need to be cool and suave, Draco. Cool and suave.
“I just remembered that I’ve already picked out a dress and it’s green so please don’t pick something that would clash!” She shouts into cupped hands.
Draco can’t help the surprised smile that etches itself onto his face and because Malfoy’s don’t shout, he signals to her that he understands.
“I don’t think green will be a problem.” He says to himself.