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tojilvrs · 3 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

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madnessandentropy · 6 months

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Catra's Abuse of Adora Has No Excuse

I know this is an old series. I know a lot of people don't believe in talking negatively about shows that have already ended and that it doesn't matter anymore.

But it matters to me.

Because spop has framed the abuse victim in this story as the idiot and the one in the wrong, the one who should've just stayed with her abuser and never "left" her, while the abuser gets off scott free and likely continues her actions.

Victim blaming very and real and prevalent, forgiving or defending abusers in real life is very real and prevalent.

This is an important thing to call out and discuss because what you put in your creations affects reality.

Spop IS a kids show, and kids often accept what they're exposed to as the norm or as something to copy. You can't just sweep it under the rug, saying it's just a show.

So that's why I want to talk about Catra and why all the trauma in the world does not sxcuse abusing your partner, or at the very least should not frame your partner as the one in the wrong for wanting to leave you.

Okay.

Catra is a character adored and worshipped by the fandom and defended with cult-like ferocity and obsession (death threats, gaslighting, doxxing, bullying, etc).

Many of her actions are actively ignored and excused by the fans and writiers, especially the main thing about Catra:

Her blatant abuse of Adora

I can hear the cries of outrage now

"You're just homophobic! Of course you criticise the queer couple! You just hate Catra! Catra is a victim of a abuse! They're in a war! Catra said sorry! But Catra loves Adora! You don't know what abuse is!"

And then they write an essay about Catra's sad backstory

In response to this I would like to quote one of my favourite B99 characters Jake Peralta:

Or in this case:

"Cool backstory, still abuse"

I really like Catra.

She's a cool character and an excellent villain. She has a very interesting and complicated psyche, a result of growing up in the Horde. A toxic, abusive environment that gave her attachment issues and likely ptsd and other problems. She lashes out because of her trauma, she is aggressive and rude so that she isn't vulnerable, to avoid being hurt.

There are many reasons for her actions, but it does not excuse them even if the narrative does.

Expecially her actions towards Adora, the person's she supposed to have loved all this time.

As I've said in another post, most abuse in media isn't very subtle because people still don't really take subtle abuse that seriously and often blame the victims. (Which is a whole other kettle of fish)

Not subtle abuse in media often consists of the following:

•Screaming or yelling at your partner, tearing apart their self esteem or threatening them

•Gaslighting/guiltripping them*

•Hitting them or physically assaulting them in any way

•Trying to kill them

•The victim is immensely afraid of/distressed by their abuser

*Note for this: it can depend on the depiction because its either abusive and in your face or romantic and just trying to help you depending on the story and writer

It astounds me to see Catra has done every single one of this things to Adora, and both the fandom and the writers excuse it or say "it isn't abuse, actually"

I'm gonna go through each bullet point and discuss how Catra does these things, mention excuses fans make up for it and point out their errors

Let's go

•Screaming and yelling at your partner, tearing apart their self esteem and threatening them

Catra is not someone who screams her throat raw, but she does yell when she lashes out and does so often at Adora.

She's constantly insulting her intelligence, making her doubt herself, telling her nothing she does matters, calling her weak and demeaning her.

She rips into her and treats her like trash beneath her heel when they were in the fake reality.

Again, we often see Adora repeating a similar rhetoric, believing what Catra and SW say fully or sometimes starting to believe it.

DURING her confession, Catra calla Adora an idiot. While Adora is basically dying, in this crucial moment for both of them, she resorts to insulting her intelligence.

"But her feelings were so obvious and Adora didn't notice!"

Let me tell you, spop has a massive tell don't show problem. This defence could've easily been true IF the writers bothered with evem something small like Catra hesitating to harm Adora or treating her with more care when fighting than with her other enemies, or at the very least treating her kindly.

They have done none of that. Instead they had other characters (E.g Horde Prime) talk about how much she cares for Adora and how strong her emotions are for her.

Literally the only way anyone could've known Catra loved Adora is through these characters giving exposition.

Adora is not an idiot for not realising Catra loved her, because Catra's actions do not show love or even an ounce of basic respect.

Making Adora doubt her intelligence and abilities is not love. Mocking Adora the way she does is not love. Torturing Adora is not love.

Telling Adora that she was a mistake and that "none if this would've happened if you didn't come through that portal" is not love.

Nothing she does to Adora is an act of love.

And also, not being very good at deciphering or recognising emotions that are "obvious" does not make you stupid, jfc

"Catra just says those things because she's angry, she doesn't mean them!"

It doesn't matter if she's angry and doesn't mean what she said. She says it. And there's never a scene were she regrets her words.

Her anger is a reason, not an excuse. That behaviour is not okay.

•Gaslighting/guiltripping them

Catra often likes to talk about Adora abandoned her, how Adora kept leaving her alone, and the show shifts to frame this as true and paints Adora in the wrong.

In Season 5 she's asks Adora "Please, just this once, stay?" After Catra herself being the one to run away, to make Adora feel guilty for the very much correct actions she took previously.

Adora refused to return to the Horde which was committing mass genocide and destroying everything in its path and painted as the bad guy for doing this.

Adora told Catra what they were doing. Begged Catra to come with her so they could start a new life. Throughout the series she is giving Catra chance after chance and trying her best to stay with her.

Every time, Catra has been doing the leaving.

Running away, abandoning Adora in the temple, vanishing in a blast or puff of smoke when it covers her.

She does the leaving, and she convinces Adora that it is in fact Adora leaving, and that she is bad person/friend for wanting nothing to do with the Horde.

The portal reality is the worst for me.

Adora is distressed and afraid, feeling like she's losing her mind and that something is wrong with her.

Catra, fully knowing the truth, gaslights her by saying she's crazy and just seeing things. And also is insults her intelligence yet again.

Making Adora doubt her own intelligence is also a form of manipulation and gaslighting.

Blaming Adora for everything that happened in the fake reality is gaslighting.

"But Adora DID leave Catra!"

Yeah. At the beginning after learning the Horde was committing mass genocide and after Catra tazed her twice. Refusing to go back. She was fully in the right. She apologised later and tried to get Catra to join her, so they could both continue being together. But Catra left her over and over again after that.

"The portal reality made Catra happy! It helped her cope with her trauma! She was having a mental breakdown!"

Hmm let me see isn't allowing your partner to continously be distressed and afraid and gaslighting them so you can be happy idk... selfish and abusive?

Yep she was having a break down. She was still in full control of her actions, and no trauma makes that okay in any way

•Hitting them or physically assaulting them in any way

Literally something Catra has done since they were children.

I can forgive the times they were small, because they don't know better and are abused children. But from episode one before Adora even left the Fright Zone Catra was pulling her around by the hair shoving her and over all being very aggressive.

After Adora leaves the Horde Catra: tazes her, tears at her skin with claws that can cut through metal, leaves her with scars, tortures her, kicks her and so much more.

Over and over again. Without a single sign of remorse.

"They were in a war!"

Yeah. Emphasis on the "they". Adora was in that war too. She was always worried for Catra, actively holding back, trying not to hurt too badly, treating her with respect.

Catra did none of that. She didn't even bother to show the slightest remorse or hesitate one second before clawing at her back and face.

Catra, in fact, is less violent with the sort of strangers that are Bow and Glimmer. She tackles Bow to the ground and hisses at him, that's it. Adora? Tearing at her skin, kicking her in the back, grabbing her by the face, torturing her, etc

War is not an excuse

"Catra's backstory! It's how they were raised! She's a victim of abuse copying her abuser because she doesn't know any better! She's lashing out!"

Cool backstory, still abuse.

Okay. She's lashing out. Doesn't excuse it. She is still actively harming Adora, and if she really can't control herself or see the wrong in it like some people claim, then that only supports the fact she is NOT good for Adora.

•Trying to kill them

The portal.

Catra knew what was going to happen.

She knew what she was going to cause.

She looked Adora dead in the eyes and pulled the switch anyways.

She didn't care as long as Adora lost. She is willing to let Adora die in order to win.

"But Catra wanted to die too!"

Okay. That doesn't matter. That doesn't justify anything. Being suicidal does not justify attempted murder.

"But (any excuse)!"

I honest to god do not care.

Just like Adora said:

"I didn't make you pull the switch. You made your choice. Now live with it!"

There is NO conceivable way for Catra knowingly doing what she did just so Adora didn't win to be okay.

She tried to kill the woman she supposedly loved.

That is not excusable.

That is not love.

And what's worse is after Adora begins to accept that Catra will not change and that trying to be peaceful will not work. Being together again is a dream. And the show rips that away.

•The victim is immensely afraid of/distressed by their abuser

Adora is absolutely terrified of Catra, or at the very least a bit afraid of her.

Every time Catra grabs Adora by the face or pins her down, Adora's eyes are wide with fear or at the very least immense discomfort.

In Roll With It, Adora is incredibly distressed and works herself into a complete state because nobody is considering what Catra will do.

"But Adora just wants to see Catra! She's thinking about her obsessively like this, it's a sign of her feelings!"

Adora knows what Catra is capable of. She knows what will happen to them if they aren't prepared. Planning out every possible option because of what could happen is not a sign of her feelings. It's a sign that she knows Catra will show no mercy, and she does not want the mission to fail or her friends to get hurt.

While Catra isn't directly present here, this is all because of her actions. Actions that have a reason, but not an excuse.

It is not healthy or romantic for your love interest to be afraid of you.

Moving on

At the end of the portal incident, Adora stared at Catra with cold eyes that clearly said "You've crossed a line"

It is here that many critics agrees that it's a bit late for Catra to have a redemption, because this truly was above anything else she had ever done.

This was where they could have had Adora move on from Catra and begin unlearning all the negative things Catra and others have embedded in her psyche.

If they did manage to do Catra's redemption right, whether during S5 or before it, I think it would've been best for the two of them to separate. It's made clear with how being away from the Horde and Adora made Catra happier when she was in the Crimson Waste.

I don't think either of then should've been in romantic relationships at all. Horde soldiers don't even know what proper food is, they've never heard of basic things like parties and the like.

I think it would've been better for them to slowly heal in their own time, Adora being happy with her newfound friends and learning the ways of Etheria and Catra staying in the Crimson Waste or somewhere else.

Romance should've been something to come to them when they've both matured and healed, and with different people.

Spop had the perfect opportunity to show that even if an abuser has trauma it is still abuse and it is not selfish to walk away.

It doesn't how sorry they are, it doesn't matter how much they claimed to have changed.

You are not obligated to be with them.

You are not obligated to be their punching bag just so they can be happy.

But spop didn't take that opportunity.

Instead this behaviour is excused or romanticised.

And the fact that the creator says this is based off his own relationship makes me deeply concerned.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed and that this wasn't too much of a mess! If you disagree with me, feel free to give your reasons and I will happily discuss with you. If you're just going to call me a homophobe and throw a fit and start fights, you can screw off

Tagging: @spop-romanticizes-abuse

#spop critisism #spop critical #anti spop #anti catradora

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tubbytarchia · 1 month

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Just a bunch of Doc and Jimmy thoughts as to why I find them so appealing and endearing. I wanna draw them more but regardless I have too many thoughts on them to ever visualize them all. It's a lot and very self-indulgent. This is your warning

TLDR Jimmy in a father/son type of dynamic (as opposed to a romantic relationship) would do him good and Doc would be very perceptive and gentle and awesome about it

These are pretty much all reliant on a hypothetical scenario in which Jimmy is on Hermitcraft (after Secret Life?), temporarily or permanently or accidentally etc. I'm also gonna refer to Jimmy's relationships with Tango, Scott etc as romantic just for clarity

- Firstly I don't mind them as a ship, its all cool with me (cause I know at least a few of you ship them haha), but to me their absolute main appeal is the fatherly aspect. It being a father/son dynamic eliminates so many of Jimmy's struggles off the bat - ones that are prevalent in his romantic connections, mainly the inherent anxiety and inability to open up to his partners as a result (at least fully)

- Because of said anxiety, none of Jimmy's partners up to this hypothetical unexplained point of time would fully "get" him. Even if Jimmy trusts them, he's been conditioned to see himself as the faulty link by default and the people around him, however good they are and however much they COULD help, aren't the type to pick up on or be able to understand exactly what he needs (Tango's rather oblivious, Martyn's hot-headed etc), and Jimmy isn't exactly going to tell them in the headspace that he's in, he doesn't know how to. Yet Doc has had one, ONE notable interaction with him, and in that one interaction, even as Jimmy's just jokingly calling for Etho, Doc immediately and immaculately picks up on what Jimmy needs: "I want to take you into my hands and take you to a safe place"

- There's a quote(?) exchange that goes "You're free, (referring to a bird whose gate has just been opened), why don't you fly away?" followed by the bird "the cage is all I know". Sorry to use some "I'm 14 and this is deep" quote but that's just Jimmy. He needs time and gentleness, and a safe place that'd allow for that. A safe place to heal until he's ready to step out into the world of his own accord. He's helped out of the cage with patience and understanding, not by pushing him. Where Doc understands to be patient, some of Jimmy's partners post-3L would push - of course just trying to help but failing to grasp Jimmy's needs fully - or fail to realize there's (still) a cage there at all. Sorry what are we talking about again

- Add-on to the above points: Doc being able to pick up on Jimmy's wants and needs without verbalization. He'd be able to offer Jimmy desired comfort, and, comparing to Tango for example, without their time necessarily being cut short and without the failure to recognise that it's something Jimmy continues to need. (I've said it before but Tango's oblivious, and that's partially why he and Jimmy work well together, but it also means that he doesn't pick up on everything, especially when not near and soulbound to Jimmy, and by virtue of being a romantic partner, Jimmy's too anxious to ask for help too, because of previous relationship experiences). Doc would pick up on it all though, eliminating Jimmy's need to explicitly ask for help, because that's the one thing he's not able to communicate however desperately he's needed to to kickstart any kind of healing

- We all know how Doc gets when he's being a dad so. This father/son dynamic only means more softness and gentleness from Doc you know... Again, something Jimmy is in desperate need for!! And what he's gotten from people like Tango as well, but once again, this isn't a romantic relationship so Jimmy's feelings about physical affection are a bit different. Doc would have the utmost mindfulness of approaching Jimmy in any physical touch scenario though and never push or pressure. He always watches out for signs of discomfort, and will hardly touch him if he thinks that there's a chance it could upset Jimmy further. He understands that Jimmy needs time and patience and he doesn't want for him to draw more into himself, thus reversing any progress they might've made, especially if in Jimmy's current mindset, an even remotely unwanted approach could make him feel unsafe. If there are defenses that he's learned to and needs to keep up, then Doc won't take that away from him and give him space as needed

- When Doc IS to offer physical touch and such, he'd still have the utmost gentleness and pay attention to where he's situated near Jimmy just so he can ensure that he's using his organic arm to pat him or to have the organic half of his face towards him, not only to minimize intimidation but to also put them on more equal footing - If Doc can just look over and read Jimmy's eyes at any moment, he wants Jimmy to be able to see his too to help him feel more comfortable (and thus encourage opening up)

- Back to the "safe place" thing specifically, Doc would totally take Jimmy under his wing and thus also into his base - his huge and scary full-of-machines barely-resembling-a-house-to-any-degree base. Jimmy would be naturally intimidated by Doc and his base in kind, but just as he grows more used to big scary goat man, he grows more used to big scary goat man base. He'd be intimidated but not past the point of intrigue, and combined with his need to prove himself, Jimmy would very much try to study Doc's machines and learn the layout of his base etc. I'm tickled by the idea of no one understanding Doc's base as per usual, except this one lost guy he took under his wing

If Jimmy were to mess anything up (he inevitably would I'm sure) Doc would be all grumbly about it in the moment but never hold a grudge towards him. And Jimmy would either flee but quickly return and/or be very insistent on making it up to Doc, which Doc would refuse because there's no need

- Again, with Jimmy's need to prove himself but also out of genuine interest, Jimmy would very much try redstone whilst at Doc's. He'd ask Doc to be honest and not to praise his work just to be polite, but Doc would believe in him and find his efforts genuinely endearing and worthy of praise for the work that he'd have put into it. Not once would he have complimented Jimmy's work without meaning it. I don't think he'd be able to live with himself if he stooped to disingenuousness like that (though Jimmy wouldn't know that)

- Doc would be protective and rightfully so. If he were to see Jimmy bullying becoming too prevalent, he'd very much step in to say that that's enough of that. He might tease Jimmy a little himself, very lightheartedly, but otherwise not find much comedy in it. And we all know how he holds grudges if he's to single anyone out for going over the line... Jimmy would be opposed to Doc calling anyone out or anything of the like and Doc very much wants to respect Jimmy's wishes but... There's no way he isn't going to speak his mind at least out of Jimmy's earshot

- Doc has always understood that Jimmy's in need of help, but of course he can only entail so much without hearing it from the man himself. And when Jimmy does inevitably open up, Doc would be totally taken aback by the amount of things weighing on Jimmy's heart, and just out of disbelief he'd go "and you haven't told anyone??", which may make Jimmy curl in on himself a bit, but Doc would be quick to reassure that he's not questioning Jimmy's actions nor blaming him for bottling his feelings up, merely expressing sadness that Jimmy hasn't felt like he could tell anyone up until now. Doc would remember everything he's told with precision and keep it all in mind constantly. Very self indulgent but for example, Jimmy having felt the need to dress up as a maid as payback just to stay on SOS would make Doc pay even more attention to any potential signs of discomfort in Jimmy presenting himself to others or feeling pressured to do something etc

- Before reaching the point of being able to open up, Jimmy would inevitably tear up at some point when he gets stuck thinking about just how kindly he's being treated for whatever reason that remains a mystery to him. Even if he tried to hide it, Doc would immediately notice the unusual body language, or something like his headwing moving to cover his face. And he would become very panicked lol, quickly reassuring Jimmy about whatever he thinks caused the reaction, like his redstone attempts for example, only for Jimmy to be unable to express why he's really crying, but at the very least Doc would understand that there's more to it and will just do his best to comfort him regardless

- Jimmy has and will absolutely call people his dad as a joke, but when he inevitably refers to Doc as such by accident, he'd become embarrassed about it. It'd be awesome and cute I think

- Ok so Hermitcraft, of course Tango's there!! And with no death game looming over his or Jimmy's heads. Still, that doesn't erase Jimmy's anxiety even when he opens up to Doc about it. Doc would offer suggestions for how Jimmy could approach Tango (And maybe Pearl too), but if Jimmy expresses his inability to do so because of anxiety and such, then Doc will let it go and just comfort or reassure him for the time being instead. He'd ask if he should talk to Tango all menacing and Jimmy would be vehemently opposed to the idea lol. Doc would probably still take it up with Tango at some point and Jimmy wouldn't find out until much later into him and Tango talking again, at which point he'd become embarrassed that Tango had to deal with that (but of course there would have never been any malice involved and Tango can easily laugh about it). Added drama if we go with the idea that Jimmy's time on HC is limited which would only stress him out more about talking to Tango

- Doc would pay so much attention to Jimmy's wings' welfare. He'd ask Grian and do all kinds of research on his own too to make sure they're properly cared for whilst fully understanding their personal importance and potential intimacy that caring for them entails, giving Jimmy whatever space he needs whilst still keeping an eye on his wings. In a different hypothetical scenario where Doc is in the Life series and not much else is changed, he'd take note of Jimmy's wings being clipped (3L, LL), then growing (DL, LimL), and then becoming ragged (SL, with Jimmy's increasing hostility, restlessness etc)

- You are insane for reading till this point. Take my hand, we can be insane together

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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What about murder clowns with monster reader who was part of a freak show and the clowns saved them

It was supposed to be an easy hit.

Bump off a few of the performers, take their places, and lay low for a little while. When the heat picked up and the police where on the lookout for a colorful gang of criminal misfits, the circus workers would take the spotlight as they prime suspects meanwhile they got off scott free with some new outfits for the road if they got lucky. The perfect crime.

"I want that mask. Tonight."

Two of the lookouts face the third with a shared look of bewilderment. Out on the stage, mere moments before the clown's declaration, a new performer had appeared on stage. Carried in an oversized toy box, the figure peaked from its lid - red smile peering out at the ground. As it was placed down, the performer crawled outside the box, long sleeves swaying against the wooden stage. They wore a mask with crossed out eyes and your typical jester grin, cheeks as rosy as the tent hovering above. They trip over their sleeves as they stand to their feet; the tumble gaining an uproar of laughter from the crowd.

"Dude, no. You saw the posters. They're the main act. If we kill them off we'll definitely get caught. Especially because none of us are that tall."

"Ahhhh. " The defiant clown sticks out their tongue and blows so hard it distorts the paint of their fellow band members. "It'll be fine. Besides, you all left me out of the fun like always. I'm sure the boss won't mind too much."

"That's because they're the most batshit out of all us."

"Whatever. I'm getting that mask whether you're in or not."

The third member of the group gets up and walks off, followed by the others. As they exit the tent, a young child tugs on their mother's dress.

"Mom? I think those clowns kill people."

"That's nice sweetheart."

After the show ends and the clowns get the go ahead from the one in charge, they stalk the circus workers at they carry the toy box backstage. That perfomer was nowhere to be seen and a lock was placed on the box before they left. If the clowns were lucky, maybe the mask was left in the box and they could continue with their original plan. The sledhammer welder of the gang made quick work of the lock - a small whimper coming from within.

"What the hell was that?"

A dozen hands work together to pull open the box, a large shadow bursting free and darting for the corner of the tent. With no clear exit, it cowards - hiding its masked face with its claws. They instantly recognize that smile.

"It's that performer." One of the earlier lookouts chimes. "The heck is wrong with 'em?"

A solo member of the group steps towards the performer, wearing a blood stained police cap to mark themself as leader. Their eyes narrowed at the mask. It was chained to their face. They usher for someone to hand them a lock pick and approach closer. "Easy, now. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The performer straightens against the wall at the sight of the tools, but eases due to the clown's gentle voice. They make quick work of the second lock, helping them pull off the mask. Their eyes, they were full of stars. Small clusters of light that moved in unison and shrunk against the dark background of their eye to express their fear. The creature chitters, hiding behind the comforts of its mask prison.

"Well I'll be damn.... Aren't you pretty." The clown holds a finger under their chin. The performer seems torn between pulling away and giving up, ultimately melting into the new contact. It was then and there they decided they couldn't kill this creature, nor let them go.

The clown smacks their lips. "Yup."

"Boss?"

They turn to the crowd, pulling the performer to their feet and catching them before they could fall. "Looks like we got a new member of the crew. You all know what to do. Burn and slaughter whoever gets in your way."

There's some obvious mixed reason to the news, but they all immediately bounce at the chance of raining hell. The less blood hungry of them lead the performer out to their hideout, joined by two of the watchers from earlier.

"So.. you upset you don't get their mask?"

"Nah, this is better." They tear down a flyer from the tree, reading the name hovering over the jester popping up from their toy box. "Come on, Y/n. Let's get you home."

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stuffieplaydateinc · 5 months

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"Eat your nightmares."

📚 caregiver!Wallace Wells × regressed!Scott fic

• Scott wakes up from a nightmare and regresses. Wallace comforts him

• pov : third

• ⚠ : Scott being tipsy (mention). This is 100% platonic! Please do not tag/see this as a ship fic.

• Word count: 633 words

Scott has been roommates with Wallace for awhile now. Wallace allowed Scott to bunk with him for a night because he was too tipsy to drive himself home. Ever since he kinda just stayed with Wallace. Wallace says he is annoyed with Scott about it, but in reality he doesn't really mind. Since they were roommates they knew alot about eachother. (As they are friends as well). And that included Scott's regression. He didn't really care about it and just shrugged it off— most of the time he wasn't involved anyways so why should he care? He wasn't really Scott's caregiver either; he was just there. As of lately now, Scott has been getting nightmares. Because of these nightmares he gotten more and more anxious about preforming on a live stage with his band. Mostly because of stage fright. And one of these nights weren't any different than the other nightmares he's been having. He woke up drenched in his own sweat and tears, as if this was a nightly routine. Scott stared at the wall beside him for a few minutes as if he was trying to comprehend what was going on. He groaned lightly as his fist balled to his side. He lifted his hand to his face and rubbed his exhausted eyelids. He held back the tears as they began to well up in his eyes. "I don't think I can do this.." he muttered under his breath. Since their band was getting more popular over the past few months they had a chance to show their talent on a live stage. But lately as the nightmares of him making a clown out of himself gotten more frequently, he grew more and more uncomfortable with the idea of preforming on the stage. Scott was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't know Wallace shifted in the bed. "Same nightmare again?" Wallace asked in his monotoned sleepy voice. Scott snapped out of his thoughts the second Wallace began talking to him. He looked over at him with tears beginning to break from his eyeduct barrier. Warm tears fell down and painted his cheeks. He nodded as a response, not knowing how else to respond without his voice breaking. Wallace stared up at Scott before sighing. He sat up slowly before he opened his arms up. "Cmon Scott, in my arms." He encouraged him to do so. When Scott scooted over and wrapped himself in Wallace's embrace; he locked his arms around Scott, immediately soothing him. "Shh, shh.. it was only a nightmare bud." He reassured. Scott was trembling like a leaf as he sniffled. He buried his face into Wallace's shirt while his grip on Wallace's torso didn't falter. Wallace let out a soft sigh before resting his chin on Scott's head. "Yknow," Wallace began. "You're gonna do great." He said quietly. "I've seen you guys preform million of times before. I know I act like I don't care sometimes, but I promise you that you're gonna nail the performance." He said with a matter of fact tone. He lifted Scotts chin so his gaze would match Wallace's gaze. "You're doing great. Just keep being you." He whispered before bringing his lips to Scott's forehead, reassuring him with physical affection. He never was good at it, but he somehow was good at cheering up others. Scott looked up at Wallace as his tears slowly began to dry on his skin. "Promise..?" He asked hoarsly, but otherwise grateful for Wallace's reassurance.

"Promise." He repeated. "Now let's go change your clothes. You're sweating through your shirt." He nudged him lightly before his free arm hooked underneath Scott's legs to pick him up bridal style. He got up with Scott in his arms before he took him to change out his clothes.

End.

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ilovewriting06 · 3 months

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Mischief and Angel- Part 1

"Babe!"

Nothing, nothing but silence which has me groaning, "Mischief, we have school!" He mumbles something that even werewolf hearing can't pick up and I frown as I kneel on the bed beside him, "Stilesss! Pleaseeee, I don't wanna take a shower alone."

I smirk when the response is almost instant, "Hmm, wait, what? Did you say shower?" I raise and eyebrow and peer down at his squinty eyes, "Depends, think you can fuck me in ten minutes so we aren't late for school?"

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Stiles in fact did not need ten minutes, he had me writhing and whining in two and cumming in four. He knows my body better than I do and that damn mating bite is so sensitive that he breathes on it and I'm reduced to a whimpering mess. God, I can't wait until his is healed enough that he gets the same pleasure, I'm going to tease the hell out of him.

I smile as he opens the passenger door to his jeep before picking me up and setting me on the ground, "Ready to show off that pretty new ring of yours, Angel?"

I glance down at the sparkling diamond resting on my rings finger before humming happily, "Mhmm, gotta ask the girls about bridesmaids and listen to them argue over who's maid of honor. My money's on Lyds."

He chuckles and kisses my cheek, "You do love your drama don't ya?"

I smile cheekily before giving him a quick kiss, "Alright, ready? If Coach sees the ring the whole school will know we're getting married before it's even lunchtime." He grabs my bag off the floorboard and swings it over his shoulder, "I don't care, I'll scream it from the rooftops. We're living together, buying a house together, and mated to each other, not to mention Dad and Melissa are probably telling everybody they see that their babies are getting married."

I snort and interlace our fingers together as we walk towards the main entrance of the school, "I'm gonna bet the whole hospital knows by now, as well as the police station. I think those two were more excited than we are." Stiles scoffs, "Hell no. Been thinking about that day for years Angel, years."

I squeeze his hand as we walk in the school and whisper, "So, when are we telling the rest of the pack? We should do it first, before the rest of the school finds out." He nods and grabs his phone with his free hand, "I'll message them to meet us in the library after first period since we all have a free second period, the perks of being a senior."

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As we walk into the library Scott wrinkles his nose and groans, "Oh God, you two smell!" I scowl at Scott as Stiles looks confused and a little hurt, "What?" I growl at Scott, "We're supposed to dipshit! Goddamn, you act like you and Kira don't constantly reek of sex."

I can feel the light amusement coming through Stiles' bond as Lydia smirks, "Oh, I like this new Y/N, what happened to change your attitude? Did he fuck you that good?"

All the boys make varying degrees of disgusted faces and/or noises but the girls look like they want details. They'll be getting those after school, during lacrosse practice, when I'm not drooling over Stiles' ass.

I give Lydia a look that says I'll tell you later and she nods with a small smirk, "Alright, moving on, what's up with the meeting lovebirds? Decide that you're mated so you're moving or something?"

Stiles and I glance at each other because they technically aren't wrong, they just don't have all the details and we don't get a chance to give them the details before Lydia straightens her posture, "Please tell me you aren't moving."

I lay my bag on a nearby table before tilting my head in a so-so manner, "We are, just not for a little while and we'll be staying in Beacon Hills, maybe Beacon Valley if we find a nice house but that won't be for a few months still." Lydia lets out a small sigh of relief before raising on of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, "Then what's this about?"

I hold up my left hand letting the sun reflect off of the diamond and all the werewolves cower because the girls scream. Even Stiles winces and steps a little closer to me as if they're a threat, new instincts, it'll take a little while before we fully relax around them again. I don't get a chance to say anything because I'm being bombarded by four squealing and excited girls and I can feel the unease flowing through Stiles. I look at him and give him a small smile, "It's alright Mischief, I'm okay."

At my words the girls step away and Kira's eyes widen, "Oh no, did we do something that we weren't supposed to? I forgot that things are different now with the whole mating thing." The girls nod in agreement with her statement which causes me to smile, "No, no, it's okay, we all have a few things to learn, which is another reason for the impromptu meeting."

When we're all scattered around a table in the corner I'm sitting on Stiles' lap running my hand through his hair to help comfort him as he rubs my back. I shift to get a little more comfortable and look around the table, "Okay, there are a few new things that came from the mating process. First things first, if we aren't together we'll be extra irritable unless we're with pack, then we'll just be mopey. Next thing is important, at least for the next week or so, we're on edge around everybody and perceive them as possible threats so when there is sudden movement or loud noises directed at one of us the hackles on the other raises, quite literally. Even with Scott it took the whole weekend before we would leave each other alone with him. Which is ridiculous by the way!"

I give Stiles a look and he sinks back in his seat slightly remembering Sunday morning after family breakfast when Scott and I were doing the dishes together and Stiles lost his mind, that was an interesting conversation with Mom. After like five minutes, and she got over the broken plate, she was in hysterics at the hilarity of the situation. I had been a little peeved at Stiles but less than an hour later him and Scott were playing video games and I got territorial when they reached for the chips at the same time and Scott smacked his hand away, that resulted in a broken vase and a very loud growl. Sunday was definitely a learning curve which resulted in a few things breaking and a very horny Stiles more than once.

I nuzzle Stiles' cheek with a small whine, "'S okay, not mad." Stiles practically melts under me and the girls coo over how cute we are. "Literally so jealous. Why can't I have a mate? I want to snuggle and read his mind?" I glance at Kira and chuckle, "We can't read each other's minds Kira, we can feel each other's emotions though."

She nods and I continue explaining our new lives once everyone has stopped cooing over Stiles and I, "Okay moving on, we got engaged the morning after we got to the cabin, thanks by the way Lyds," She gives a small nod as I continue, "So, now we have to plan the wedding and decide all that jazz but we're also going to start house hunting and see if we find anything that we like, and as of right now I'm living with Stiles at his Dad's house."

I take a breath and Stiles pointedly looks at the wolves, "Speaking of there is now mountain ash lining my window so STAY OUT, or use the damn door, that's kind of what it's there for. We're also changing the doorknob on my room so that it locks so for the love of god, if you decide to come in the front without knocking don't come barreling into my room because you'll break the door down and I can't promise that you won't be scarred for the rest of your life."

They nod in agreement before Erica smirks, "What if I want to barge into your room and see?" I roll my eyes and kick her leg since she's sitting beside Stiles and I, "Don't be such a perv Erica, god you need to get laid. So does Boyd, there, problem solved, Boyd, Erica, you're going on a date tonight." Erica stares at me wide eyed and Boyd raises an eyebrow which has me continuing, "She'll be ready by 6 tonight, take her somewhere nice. And Erica, play nice."

Boyd shrugs and nods while Erica blushes at the prospect of going on a date with her crush and I clasp my hands together, "Alright, girls, I assume you guys agree to be bridesmaids? You can decide who's maid of honor because I love you all equally."

They all perk up and nod as Lydia declares, "I'll be maid of honor." At this Allison scoffs, "No, I am." I smile and lean into Stiles enjoying the show, "Hell no, I've known her longer!"

"Bullshit, I dated her brother!"

"Key word, dated, as in past tense!"

"Oh please, it doesn't change the fact we were like sisters!"

"Ha, right, and the friendship her and I have had for 15 years is of no importance? Hell, I was the one that finally got Stiles to ask her out, and I provided the cabin where they got engaged!"

Allison rolls her eyes and matches Lydia's glare, "Yeah, well I gave her advice on sex."

I raise an eyebrow at this knowing Allison just set herself up for failure and I'm proven right by Lydia, "Uh huh, right. I was the one who bought her, her first box of condoms, I'm the one that gave her tips on how to give good head, and not to mention I bought her a pregnancy test when she was pregnant! Bet you didn't know that!"

At the last part I tense up and hiss, "SHUT UP!" Her eyes widen as she shrinks down into her seat but the damage is already done. I feel Stiles stiffen under me and feel the myriad of emotions course through my veins as he croaks, "What?"

I whine at the sadness and the small amount of anger that I can feel coming from him, "Maybe we should go somewhere else and talk about this." He jerkily nods as he helps me off his lap, "Yeah, clearly we have a few things to talk about."

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I bounce my leg up and down in the passenger seat of the jeep as Stiles stares at me expectantly, "What did she mean?"

I squeeze my eyes shut at a loss for words and Stiles whispers, "She said when you were pregnant, not when you thought you were pregnant. Did she...were you?"

I sniffle and nod slowly and whisper softly, "Yeah."

Stiles' hands clench on his lap as he lets out a slow breath, "What happened? Why didn't you tell me?"

I blink back tears thinking back to the emotions I felt in that moment before I make eye contact with him, "I-I was pregnant and I didn't tell you because-because I didn't have a chance to and then it hurt too much to talk about it."

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion before realization crosses his features, "Miscarriage." It wasn't a question but I nodded anyways as I struggle to hold back tears. He leans back in his seat processing before he looks back at me, "How far along were you?"

I twirl the ring on my finger before shrugging, "I-I'm not sure but I think I was close to six weeks when I found out and I wanted to tell you, but I was scared, Stiles, I didn't know what to do. I was scared and I had just turned 16 and we hadn't really discussed kids in detail you know? When I finally realized it wouldn't effect how we feel about each other, I was planning this cute way of telling you but...god this hurts."

I tilt my head back as the tears start to overflow, and choke down a sob, "I was going to tell you on Saturday...I miscarried on Friday."

I take in a shaky breath but when Stiles grabs my hand in comfort and I feel his worry and concern through the bond, the dam breaks. I let the tears flow as I crawl over the seat to straddle Stiles' lap until I was buried in his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! I couldn't, it hurt, it still hurts. I-I didn't know how t-to tell you and I didn't even want to remember, so I tried to f-forget about it."

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close as he murmurs in my hair, "It's okay, it's alright, shh." I shudder with a small sob as he rubs my back, "I'm sorry."

He settles a hand in my hair as he rests his chin on the top of my head, "It's okay, Angel, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm just hurt you didn't tell me."

The minutes tick by, the silence filled by soft sobs and even softer whispers. When I calm down and pull back I look Stiles in the eye noticing the slight wetness of his own cheeks, "No, Mischief, you're allowed to be mad, you're supposed to be mad. I-I lied to you, I never even told you. Mischief, be mad, be angry, yell or cry or something."

He shakes his head, "No, me being angry and yelling isn't going to do anything except make us both feel worse. Yeah, you lied, and I'm a little annoyed about it, but at the same time I understand why you didn't tell me. I can't even imagine, Jesus, Angel, I'm more upset you went through it alone than you not telling me. You, you were pregnant, with a baby that you wanted, and you find out and then you lose it. Y/N, that's punishment enough, me making you feel bad does nothing for anyone. Plus I can feel the pain you're in right now and it's excruciating, that's why I'm not mad. If it hurts like this after it's been what, a year, I can't even fathom the pain it caused when it happened."

I bury my face in his neck as I tighten my hold on him, "I-I almost told you, at the cabin. After we mated and we were laying in bed and talking about my wolf wanting a baby. I almost told you, it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't, it's like every time I thought about it, I felt physical pain."

He nods and rubs his knuckles across my jaw before cupping my cheek, "I know, I can feel it, I can feel you. I'm glad I know now but I think it's best if we move on, not forget about it but call it done and dealt with. I know now and that's really the only important thing now and I don't want to keep talking about it if it's going to make you feel like this. And if you want to wait before we have kids that's o-."

"NO! No, I don't want to wait. I mean I want to wait until we've at least graduated but once we're married, I don't really have a reason to not have kids. I want them, I've always wanted to have your children, with your whiskey amber eyes and mole doted skin and your cute little nose. They'll be adorable."

He blushes a deep shade of red as he clears his throat, "Funny, I wanted them to have your hair, and eyes, and skin tone, and humor, and brains."

I raise an eyebrow and snort at his last comment, "Right, it's not like their daddy has a 3.9 gpa and a 10 on the sarcasm scale, which I haven't decided if I want our kids to have or not. Teenage years will be hell."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "I don't know what you're talking about, my teenage years are not hell thank you very much. I am a fantastic son."

I lean back and deadpan, "Uh huh, you sure were the perfect son when you would sneak out to fuck your girlfriend that no one knew you had. Oh, oh, not to mention all those nights you spend in the woods fighting something with glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth and proceeded to lie about it. Also the fact that you never leave well enough alone and almost got killed, repeatedly. Did I mention that you started sneaking out at the age of 15 to have sex?"

He blinks a few times and nods, "Okay, you have a point. We should probably pray they're more like you."

I bark out a laugh, "HA, right! Are you forgetting who encouraged you to sneak out to have sex at 15, spends the night in the woods helping you fight something with glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth, and helped you hide the fact that you were dating and boning your best friends sister."

He grabs my hips and lets out a disheartened sigh, "We're screwed."

I nod despite myself because holy hell, our kids are going to be little terrors.

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When we get to Econ Coach is digging through papers on the desk mumbling about stupid kids and Greenburg. Stiles takes a seat and I slide in right beside him chuckling as he quickly places a hand on my thigh, because of the constant need to touch.

When Coach finally looks up he perks up when he sees us before loudly speaking, "Stilinski! Y/L/N! Glad to see you two are back and not dead in a ditch somewhere! Where'd you run off to, France or somethin'?"

I snort and mumble 'or somethin' as I squeeze Stiles' hand silently giving him permission, which he takes, "Nah, nice little cabin in the woods, had to romance her to get to agree to marry me. Worked in my favor though."

Everyone's jaws dropped, except for the few members of the pack, before Coach comes over and slaps Stiles on the back, "Good to know you can do one thing right Stilinski! Congratulations, and I ain't comin' to the wedding unless there's alcohol."

I smile up at Coach and shrug, "Sorry Coach, only gonna be 18, no alcohol." Coach grumbles and stalks to the front, "That ain't a wedding, that's a funeral. No alcohol, stupidest thing I ever heard."

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #stiles stilinksi x reader #scott mccall #allison argent #dylan o’brien x reader #stiles x reader #lydia martin #erica reyes #vernon boyd #mischief and angel

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das-a-kirby-blog · 5 months

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wait a minute you're meaning to tell me dedede was possessed for months, was about to break free but was forced to put on a mask, and he was struggling to get it off before it was too late??? and everyone got off scott free???? NAW IM NOT GONNA LET THIS SLIDE. WHO DID THIS TO MY MAN. I NEED TO TALK.

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Go Easy On Me

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: dean introduces you to his friend when your shower needs fixing and you find yourself being drawn to her rather quickly.

word count: 3564

contains: fluff, reader making scotty flustered, scotty being her anxious, shy, sweet, emotional self

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: i honestly don't know how i feel about this. i think it's kinda cute i guess, and i can see myself writing a pt. 2 if y'all would want that. i just wanted to write something cute for my baby scotty cause i need her to be taken care of lol. enjoy <3

"Ah fuck!" Your body jerked back when you stepped under the ice-cold droplets raining down from your shower head. Third time this week. You had no idea how much more of this you were willing to take. Cold showers in the sweltering London heat were doable, but it was mid-December now, and freezing your tits off was not an option.

Shutting the water off, you wrapped your towel around your body and headed across the hall — this routine of showering at Dean's every afternoon before work was getting old. You didn't even bother knocking; the door was always open anyway.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, again?" Freddie lowered the toast from his mouth mid-bite.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, again."

"We ought to start charging ya for using up all the hot water."

Dean appeared out of his room then, smiling when he saw you, "Oh babe, is your shower out again?"

"And you leave your hair all on the walls!"

"Shut it, Freddie!" Dean turned back to face you, "When are you gonna have that looked at?"

You sighed; you did need to get it checked out. You'd discovered that your flat was the only one in the building with this little water issue. "The coffee shop only pays so much, Dean. I have bills, rent."

"Well, babe, if money is the only thing stopping you, I told you my friend would be more than willing to do it for free. She's like a lesbian Handy Manny."

The offer was tempting, and you were desperate, but the idea of not being able to pay someone for their service was not one you enjoyed. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe if I knew–"

"Well, speak of the devil! Scotts, there's someone I want you to meet!" Dean's tone was chipper, and you whipped around to follow it. Your eyes landed on a short-haired cutie at the entrance. Fighting your smile at the sight of her was impossible, like her presence warranted a big grin.

You stuck your hand out, and she shook it timidly. "Uh, I'm Scotty."

"Hi, Scotty." Her obvious averting of your towel-clad body was adorable. Her baggy jeans and flannel practically swallowed her whole under her coat. Anxious eyes wandered the open living space, attempting to focus on something, anything, that was not your half-naked frame.

The small thrill it brought you was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You were rethinking your stance now; maybe letting Scotty fix your shower wasn't such a bad idea.

Your smile morphed into a smirk when you caught her eyes scanning you for a split second before she ripped them away. "Scotts, the shower in the flat across the hall is on the fritz. You think you can check it out?"

You bit your lip, smiling slyly, "You don't have to if you're too busy. I can't pay you."

"Um, y-yeah. I can do that, can't right now, though. Got work in an hour." She looked you in the eyes for the first time since she'd arrived, and you couldn't help but swoon at their deep brown shade. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is perfect." You beamed at her, and she blushed. There was a tug of something brewing between the pair of you. It was irrational and immediate, given you'd only met, but it was something you felt needed to be explored. "I'm off to your shower Dean, hopefully for the last time. If Scotty here is as amazing with her hands as you say, I will be enjoying my own hot water come tomorrow."

Her eyes were saucers at your words, and she chuckled nervously, watching you saunter into the bathroom. You switched your hips as you walked away because of course you did, and feeling her stare bore into your back was the reward you were hoping for.

•••

A knock at your door jerked you awake. Groaning, you rolled over to glance at the time, 9:09 a.m.

“Hello? You in? It’s Scotty. I’m here about your shower like we talked about.”

Fuck. You scrambled out of bed, tangling in your covers and falling to the floor.

“You alright in there?” She sounded concerned on the other side of the door. You hadn’t forgotten she was coming; you just didn't think she would be this early. Working the late shift did not do wonders for your sleep schedule, and now Scotty was going to see just how much of a toll making coffee took on you.

When you finally reached your feet, you peeped in the mirror. Under-eye bags and dark circles, great. “Yeah, just need a second!” You scurried to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. At least now, your morning breath wouldn’t melt her face off.

You opened the door, and she flinched, but soon a gentle smile decorated her features. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry, I know it's early, but this was the only time I could come. I told my boss I was gonna be late today. The call center I work at is pretty lenient, so I could get away with that. Then I came straight here. I hope that's okay.”

You giggled at her nervous rambling, and puppy dog eyes, begging for forgiveness for a crime she did not commit. “Scotty, it's fine. Come in.”

“Okay. Cool, cool.” She crossed your threshold and stood awkwardly in your living room, toolbox clutched between her fingers, awaiting further instruction.

Leaning back against your couch, you eyed her. Scotty’s curious eyes roamed your home. They traveled around the space until they landed on you. She let her eyes trail your long legs to your large exposed thighs in your pajama shorts. A stifled breath lodged in her throat at the sight of your boobs perched in the t-shirt you wore.

You couldn't help your grin at her shamelessness in checking you out. She was unaware of you watching her until her eyes found yours. Caught. She knew it, and her shy blush was evidence of that: shock, embarrassment, remorse — emotions filtered through her rapidly.

“Is it appropriate to check a client out?”

Scotty cleared her throat, stuttering in attempts to speak. “Uh, I’m sorry. I-I wasn't… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m–” She fiddled with her fingers.

“I'm quite comfortable with you watching me, Scotty.” You leered at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry. We can get to the shower now, is the bathroom through here?”

“We can get to the shower, but I don't think we would enjoy ourselves much, babe. Freezing water and all that. Unless you're into that sorta thing.”

Her brows shot up. “No! That's not, that's not what I meant. I meant I can get to fixing your shower now.”

“Well, why didn't you say that, silly? Had me thinking you had ulterior motives coming round my place this early.” Your smile was bright, the complete opposite of hers; small and unsure.

You led her to the tub and turned the water on. “It goes in and out usually, but the past few weeks, it's just been cold.”

She stepped closer, putting her hand under the water to test it. “Do you know where your water heater is?”

“No? Am I to know that?” You scrunched your nose, and she laughed a little.

She shook her wet hands off in the tub before turning the knob. “Usually you would, yeah. I'm sure that's the issue here. Your water pressure is good.”

“If I were a water heater, where would I be?” You tapped your chin dramatically, scanning your apartment. Her little giggle brought to life the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and begging to be released.

“I think it's just here.” She said with a smile. Scotty turned the handle of a door you had no idea existed. You’d been in the flat for about three months, yet discovered something new about the place daily. Today: secret door leading to water heater.

She stepped inside the tiny space, examining the large tank. “Can you hand me a wrench out of my toolbox, please?”

“Right, cool. Which one's the wrench again?” The reaction on her face was priceless, and you bit back a chuckle. “I know what a wrench is Scotty, relax.”

Soft fingers brushed the back of your hand as you handed her the tool. Funny, working with her hands regularly did not strip them of their tenderness. Your butterflies grew increasingly impatient, needing to meet the person responsible for waking them. She let her fingers linger longer than necessary, and you were not complaining.

You found yourself enjoying the feeling of her touch. It pulled you in, and it made your insides tingle.

Watching her work on the heater was only making things worse. She'd removed her flannel, leaving her in her white tank top. Scotty’s muscles flexed with each movement, droplets of sweat forming on her upper arms and forehead. You exhaled a long breath when she bit her lip, deep in thought about what to do next. Not only was she adorable, but she was fucking sexy. She was very skilled at what she did; intricate, focused. It drove you mad.

She smirked and flipped a screwdriver in her hand triumphantly. “I fixed it!”

“Sorry, what?” She entranced you, and she was none the wiser. Scotty repeated herself, and you shook your head. “Oh! Do we check the water now?”

“Yes.” The back of her hand swiped across her forehead, and you considered fainting. But instead, you followed behind her to your bathroom, watching as her shoulder muscles contorted.

Sitting at the tub's edge, she turned the water on, repeating her movements from earlier. A large smile broke free on her face as she beckoned you closer. “It's hot.”

You sat next to her, tangling your fingers in the warm stream of water flowing from the tap. You could moan at the feeling, and you did. You glanced up at her eyes, feeling that tug from yesterday return. They twinkled before you, and you smirked.

“It is hot.” Ambiguity loomed in the air with the steam. Clueless as ever, Scotty only smiled.

You stood, throwing your arms around her excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I could kiss you right now. Oh my god!”

Her eyes darted around the room as she scratched the back of her neck. “Um, it's nothing, really. I didn't do much.”

You batted your eyelashes at her. “You did more than you know, Scotty. You actually kinda saved my life, yeah? I wish I could pay you back.”

“Oh, you don't have to. I'm just happy to help.” And you knew she meant that. Scotty seemed like the type who wanted to make others happy. It was a beautiful attribute to possess, indeed.

“Tell you what. Come by my work later, and I’ll give you a free coffee and scone on the house. It's the least I can do.”

She grinned at you in that timid way you found yourself growing fond of. “I’d like that.”

Staring at her and into those beautiful, kind eyes filled you with something you were unaware you were missing. Warm and gooey, and you refused to rip your stare away from her. Scotty’s gaze was just as intense as your own. She felt the pull too, and it was apparent she had no clue what to do with it.

“You're adorable. You know that?” Your whisper knocked her off-kilter, and you shook your head. You knew you wouldn't get a response, and you were fine with that.

She eyed your lips, as you spoke to her. “I’ll get your things for you.”

You gathered her tools as she watched you, back pressed against your front door. She stalked your movements, and her breathing hitched when you bent over to pick up the last one.

“I hope you don't gawk at paying customers that way. Not sure it'd be good for business.” Standing in front of her, you could see the longing swimming around in her eyes.

She dipped her head as she took her toolbox. Lightning fingers struck you again, and you gasped. “Sorry.”

“And what exactly are you apologizing for, Scotty?” Your smirk was playful, and you knew you had her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip sheepishly, tripping over her words. A sight you wanted to see as often as time would allow. Trapping her was entertaining, teasing her — enticing. “I-I should get to work.”

“Mmm. You should. I’ll see you later, right? At the Brew Box?”

She only nodded, and she was out the door.

•••

“Have a nice day!” Your excitement was forced and fake. Irritation consumed you as you handed the customer their hot chocolate. You didn't hate your job, not entirely, but you did have a strong disdain for the customers filtering in and out.

None of them was the short, shy mechanic who fixed your hot water issues that very morning. So they did not matter.

Scotty never specified when she would be by, so every time the bell above the front door dinged, your head shot up in hopes it was her. It never was, and your mood soured. Your shift dragged on slower than usual, and your co-workers noticed your detached state. By eleven, it was closing time, and Scotty had not shown. There was a sting in your chest. You couldn’t understand why someone you met only yesterday standing you up felt so… off, but it did.

By the time you got home that night, you were so tired you could pass out. Ridding your body of your coffee-stained uniform, you climbed into your shower. Hot, soothing water massaged and embraced your skin, working out the tension built up there. The streams crashing onto you made your mind wander to Scotty. Thoughts of her consumed you as you cleaned yourself under the water she made possible. You were out like a light when you put on your bonnet and wrapped your covers around yourself.

Pounding at your door intruded on your dreams. “Fuck off!”

“Um, it’s Scotty.” The softest voice you’d ever heard. It jolted you out the bed and to the door. When you opened it, there she stood. “Hi.”

It took everything in you not to squeal at the sight of her. She wore a blue and black flannel today: the same green coat and the same baggy jeans. You smiled wide. “Hi, Scotty.”

Scotty fumbled with her fingers, something she obviously did when she was nervous. “I noticed that the hinge on your bathroom door was loose when I was here yesterday. Oh, and there’s a chip in your sink. Thought I’d fix them? If you’re cool with that.”

Her eyes darted around, avoiding yours altogether. You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “You trying to spoil me, Scotty? Coming all this way to fix a creaky door and a chipped sink?”

“I only live ten minutes from here.” Her cluelessness baffled you, honestly.

Knowingly, she shot straight to the bathroom with her toolbox. Your heart jumped a little at her knowing her way around your flat and noticing little things that needed fixing. Something you wouldn’t even care to notice. Attentive. You liked that.

“How's the water treating ya?” She placed the screwdriver between her lips and pushed onto her tip-toes to reach the top of your bathroom door. Nothing she said registered when she looked like that. It was evident Scotty had zero clue about the effect she had on you, how worked up you got from watching her tinker with her tools.

She stared at you expectantly with a head tilt when you didn’t answer. “It’s still working fine, right? You need me to take a look at it again? Because I can, I’ll have to call off work but that’s okay. I was–”

You shook your head, “What? No, the water is fine, babe. Perfect, actually.”

“Oh. Okay then.” She tried hiding her blush, but it lingered long enough for you to catch it.

“Missed you yesterday.” Even though your voice came out small, it still managed to make Scotty flinch.

She was working on your sink now, sanding the chip she fixed. When she emerged, she wore a frown. “I'm sorry. I wanted to come, I just–I. Something came up.”

“It's okay, I understand.” You walked towards her as she cleaned her hands with a rag. Fuck, even that was sexy. Watching her get in between her fingers, her palms. You almost moaned out loud.

She hadn't noticed you approaching, and she jumped at the visual of you directly in front of her. “So jumpy. It's cute.” You poked her stomach, and she quivered under your touch.

“I um… Are you going round to Dean’s party tonight?” She blinked, shutting her eyes tight as she exhaled.

“Parties aren't really my scene. I prefer more intimate settings. Allows for more… connecting. Don't you think?” The tension bubble enveloping the both of you was delicious. Scotty rattled at the closeness you two shared; you ate it up. Your chest was pressed against hers, and you could feel her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

The rhythm fell in sync with the fluttering in your stomach. Sawdust mingled with the scent of her subtle cologne, and it made you dizzy. Her signature smell, you’d discerned.

She scratched her eyebrow with her thumb, “Maybe you uh, you should come. It could be fun. I’ll be there.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Her brows shot up then, and you couldn't help your smirk. “W-What? No. I'm just, I think you could have fun. You know Dean, he always makes everything fun.”

“Fun is one word you could use to describe Dean, I suppose.” You leaned in close enough to kiss her, and her breathing stuttered, “But I'll come. Since you'll be there.”

A grin was all she shot back, a flustered one. And you knew then, your mission was complete.

•••

You’d been at the party for over two hours, and there was no sign of Scotty. Sweaty bodies brushed up against you and the looped club mix did your head in. “Wanna dance?” Alcohol-laced breath wafted up your nose, and you gagged, pushing through the crowd of strangers. You did not need to keep suffering through this, so you left.

Decompressing from the loud music and gross people, you leaned back against the wall. A deep sigh escaped you.

“Hi.” A melody you knew well at this point. Your eyes traveled up to hers. There was an apologetic smile on her lips, and you folded in seconds.

You grinned at her. She looked cute, as usual. “Hi, Scotty.”

“Sorry about being late. You must hate me, huh?” She looked like there was more she wanted to say but couldn't find the words.

You felt a pull, so you moved in closer. “Hate you?”

“Yeah. Cause I keep standing you up, and I don't mean to. It's just, I wanna come. I wanted to come to your work yesterday, I really did. But I was too nervous. So I didn't come and I thought, you must really hate me now. And I had to make up for it, that's why I came by this morning. Even though I missed work, I didn't care.”

You grabbed her hands because she was sobbing, and it scared you. Dams of tears flowed from her eyes, and seeing her cry made your heart ache. “Scotty–”

“I think you're beautiful; I do. And I’d like to get to know you. But I’m scared because the last time I thought someone was beautiful, I messed it all up. And I don't wanna mess things up with you. And it's okay if you don't like me, I won't be mad.” Her tears grew heavier. She was hysterical.

“Oh babe, don't cry. I like you, Scotty, and I would love to get to know you as well.”

She sniffed, but the streams still came, “I’m not used to feeling like this. I just– I need you to be patient with me. I don't want you to hate me; please don't hate me. I’m sorry.” So much emotion in her words. The way Scotty felt things was deep — woven into her bones.

“If you give me a chance with your heart Scotty, I promise I’ll only ever be gentle.” You caressed her damp tear-stained cheek, and she nuzzled into the hold. Her attempts to bury her face in your palm confirmed your suspicions: she was starved for touch; she craved it. Scotty craved your touch. She clung to you when you pulled her in for a hug, refusing to let go. The pads of her fingers dug into your shoulders, it stung, but it was a breathable sting.

Your hands pressed against her face and you looked her in the eyes, swatting her tears away. “I’ve got you.”

You gently pushed your foreheads together, needing her to calm down and breathe. Peppering tender kisses to her face seemed to soothe her best, and seeing her relax soothed you.

This kind soul wormed her way into your heart with swiftness and ease. But you felt she had that effect on everyone she came in contact with. So much love with nowhere to expel it, and hesitant to receive it. You were going to change that. You would handle her with care.

#scotty x reader #lyricswriting #vivienne scott #vivienne scotty #letitia wright fanfic #scotty banana #myworks #scotty x black!reader #vivienne scott x reader #vivienne scott x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #scotty x black!fem!reader #vivienne scott x black!fem!reader

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wordsarelife · 6 months

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DAY 6: SANTA BABY

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader

summary: you and isaac gift each other the perfect present during secret santa

warnings: none i think

notes: sorry this was such a delay

the pack was sitting around the christmas tree, unpacking the various presents they had gifted each other.

"who is mine?" isaac asked excitedly.

you raised your arm smiling at him. you grabbed your bag and gently pulled out the present for him. "here you go"

"cool" isaac gushed while taking the box from you "i had you" he smiled, while reaching behind his back and holding a present in your direction.

"thank you" you both smiled at the same time and neither of you could take your eyes away from the other.

"aren't you going to open it?" stiles asked from next to you.

"uuh, yeah of course" you quickly took your eyes off of isaac and started to unpack your present.

isaac seemed to be a bit faster than you. "what is it?" scott asked and you looked up, giggling as you notice scott trying to braid lydia's long hair and failing miserably.

isaac doesn't answer. his eyes were fixated on the thing in his hand. he frowned and you grew scared for a second, maybe what you had bought him wasn't the right choice after all.

"y/n" he looked up at you and you were ready for him to be disappointed, but instead he smiled. "thank you"

"what is it?" lydia tried to look over isaac’s shoulder, what tempted scott to quickly pull her back.

"you're ruining the braid" scott warned.

isaac turned around to him, to show lydia the cd in his hand. "it's a cd my mom used to play for me when i was a kid. sadly it broke a few years ago and i wasn't able to find it anywhere" he turned back around at you, still obviously in wonder "how did you possibly find this?"

"i checked a lot of stores, but it's not sold anymore" you explained "then i visited my grandpa and he still had it from back when he bought it in store. it was basically free" you cringed "sorry i didn't spend any money on it" you felt bad immediately. you hadn’t even thought about this before.

"are you kidding?" isaac laughed, getting up from his seat and hugging you "this is the best gift ever!"

"a personal present of sentimental value" stiles nodded "great, yeah, amazing even. now open yours" he looked at the still wrapped box in your lap. "it's star wars time in ten minutes and i'm not waiting on anybody" he looked around the room warningly.

"geez" lydia raised her hands while she got on her feet. her hair looked like a bird had nested in it, all while scott watched his work proudly. "i'm gonna make a quick run to the bathroom" she excused, leaving the room

you continued to unwrap isaac's gift, but stopped in your movement, while you recognized a familiar pattern. "no" you shook your head, pulling the sweater out of the box gently. "my grandma’s sweater" you smiled "the one stiles ruined last summer" you send a spiteful look in the boys direction.

"i told you it was an accident"

"how did you make the stain go away? i thought it was ruined"

"the dad of a friends friend has this shop were they specialize in fixing ruined clothing" isaac exclaimed shrugging "i just asked for a simple favour"

you rushed out of your seat, hugging the boy. "thank you"

"no problem" isaac smiled "seems like you and i had pretty similiar ideas"

"yes" you said and again you couldn't take your eyes from his face, a face that was pretty close to yours now.

before you were able to lean over and possibly connect your lips, the tv announced the movie starting.

"couch! now!" stiles almost screamed, pushing you all to sit down. you sat beside isaac and when scott and stiles didn't look, he softly interlocked your hands.

you smiled at the gesture and at him. laying your head on his shoulder while the movie started.

you almost shrieked out of your seat, when there was a scream. "scott!" lydia bellowed from the direction of the bathroom.

you and isaac laughed when she walked back into the living room, looking even worse than before. it seemed like she had tried to loosen the hairstyle scott had did and had made it even worse.

"what is that?" she pointed to her head.

before scott could answer, stiles shushed all of you. "sit down and watch the movie" her head turned to him quickly "ehh- please"

to your surprise lydia actually complied to stile's request.

"honestly" isaac whispered in your ear "does christmas ever get less crazy?"

"never" you whispered back "but i'm glad that you are here and we can agree on the craziness"

taglist: @twistedhistory @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift @taygrls @athenalikethegoddess

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf #teen wolf pack x reader #teen wolf isaac #teen wolf isaac lahey #teen wolf stiles #scott mccall #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #stilesstilinskixreader #lizzyschristmascalenderspecial

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theerurishipper · 7 months

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I’m gonna wait to see the special before drawing any more finale conclusions but for the moment everything we got from the leaks is just so… weird? and nonsensical?

So the only reason why our Marinette didn’t turn evil was because of Alya. Which contradicts everything TA and his team have been saying about abuse. Why does Alya being a positive influence for Marinette works but Audrey being a negative influence for Chloé doesn’t? They had Mylene say, “Having a bad mother doesn’t justify your actions” so neither should bullying. The lesson with Chloe is that abuse is ok and children that turn out ‘wrong’ because of it should just be left alone with their abusers because they somehow deserve it by not being able to turn out perfect on their own. Why shouldn’t the same logic apply to Emonette and Emodrien? (I believe they’re the names the fandom’s been using but I’m not sure) You’re being bullied? Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t lash out and become evil. It’s 100% on you now. Like seriously, am I missing some piece of information here? If I am please correct me! Because as of now it just doesn’t make sense to me. The lessons TA wanted to teach its fans is that sometimes people are just bad and no amount of tragic backstory justifies their actions, but every single choice he’s done from season 3 is just proving over and over that this logic only applies when it’s time to diminish Chloe. Chloe is 14 and has decided to be evil. Emonette and Emodrien are 14 have decided to be evil. “But they tried to show Chloe the right path and she didn’t take it, she’s evil” Gabriel seems to be a good father in the other universe, so shouldn’t be this the same for Emodrien as well? How did he even end up being a ray of sunshine with an abusive terrorist father but ends up being a villain with a good father? How does that even work? I really hope there’s more to the special because if they’re really going for the message that somehow Gabriel’s abusive parenting was a good thing for Adrien… I’m going to scream.

Like, I understand the story they were going for with Chloe. Unfortunately, it's true that some people don't change. But then they began stating that she's not an abused child and it's not the influence of her mother that made her this way, it's just that she's Evil™. And her "consequences" ended up being more abuse. It's so fucked up.

And you're exactly right about Chloe being exempt from the justifications and explanations that the rest of the cast receives. Emonette gets to commit terrorism, and all this can be explained away by her having been bullied by Chloe, but Chloe isn't influenced by her mother's abuse, oh no, she's just born evil and is unworthy of change! The Chloe equivalent of Emonette's story would be for her to be sent back in disgrace after committing all her crimes to be bullied by Chloe some more, but you just know that ain't gonna be how it goes down. The characters are going to downplay Shadybug and Claw Noir's crimes, offer them compassion and insist that they are good people, and they're gonna get off scott-free. And of course, Emonette wouldn't deserve more bullying as a consequence, and that's the truth. But apparently Chloe's deserved ending is more abuse? It's horrid.

And the Gabriel-Adrien implications are a step further into the abuse apologia category. I just wrote a whole post about it, but you're right on the money about the implications. And I really think that's what's going to be portrayed, unintentionally or not. It sucks.

Thank you for your ask!

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leavingautumn13 · 11 months

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a tutorial-adjacent thing about how i make comics

this is just a general guide on how i personally do things, and i'm gonna keep it pretty simple. let's get into it!

for this tutorial i'm gonna be drawing some trainers trying to find a particular pokémon.

i'm gonna jump ahead a little here and show my finished sketch for the full page, so we can see the end goal.

the best advice i have is to treat panels as part of the composition. make them work for you. reading a bunch of comics will help inspire you--there are so many creative things you can do with panels.

next, placing dialogue bubbles! these are a bit more complex than they seem at first glance.

once you've got all that sorted, you can move onto the fun stuff, like lining and coloring. keep in mind that you can partially cover dialogue bubbles, break panel lines, etc. do whatever gets your message across. like so:

you can also apply these guidelines to much simpler comics, too. really, flow is the most important thing, in my opinion. it's like a line of action when you're drawing poses. here's a comic i did that's basically just talking heads, but the bubbles and art still flow together to draw the reader's eye along a path. here's a jokey little scribble comic that does something similar. making a good comic is not about polish at all. it's more about readability, composition, and making your dialogue and art work together.

scott mccloud's book making comics has a lot more useful information than what i can fit on one post. it's been a hot minute since i read it (and by that i mean like. twelve years) but it's a solid resource. you can also just read comics or webcomics that you like and see how those illustrators do it. one of my personal favorites is cucumber quest. it starts off very simple, but by chapter 3 (especially near the end) the artwork, panel choices, effects, etc all work together to make every page a stunning work of art.

anyway, as always please feel free to reach out if there's any part of this that you'd like elaborated on, clarified, if you just have questions, etc. i'm not a teacher by any stretch of the imagination but i love helping people with this sort of thing, so please don't hesitate!

[this post is for @tanlotts <3]

#comic making #art tutorial #comic tutorial #idk how to taaag thiiiis #long post #autumn.comic #autumn.tutorial

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123puppy · 5 months

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Neil only wanted to beat this level without disruptions and he was pretty good at ignoring everything and everyone around him. It's not a hard thing, anybody can do it, but Neil can go far into his head and stay there to accomplish nothing and everything.

Yes, it doesn't make sense but it does when you're Young Neil. Just go with it.

The youngster didn't have anything going for him, he took up the couch as Sex Bob-bomb were doing their 'practice' and Knives was currently in the kitchen getting a snack. He was perfectly within his element of not giving a fuck and about to make it to the boss. It's perfect.

Then Scott sits on him.

"Ack!" He knocks his face against his game boy as Scott settles on him. The older boy doesn't bother watching Neil abandon his handheld in favor of nursing his throbbing face.

"Scott, what the hell!"

"What?"

"Get. Off." Neil hissed.

"It's your fault for taking up all the space." Scott ignores Neil's attempts to free himself, throwing his arms behind the couch. "Besides, I'm tired from standing."

"So that's how you're gonna be, huh?" Young Neil said. Something in his voice spelled trouble but Scott obviously didn't catch it. Kim however looks up from putting away her drumsticks.

"You're fucked."

Scott glanced at her in question but it was already too late. Like a ninja, Neil shoots his hand under Scott's shirt and latches on.

The reaction was immediate. Scott screams in a glorious pitch that could send dogs running as he leaps off of Neil and over the coffee table, landing on his feet, arms raised ready to block.

The four adults stood in silence and only stared at one another. Scott's face is ashen, eyes bulging from his skull as he stood defensively, staring daggers at Neil while keeping as much distance from Kim and Stephen himself.

Neil is anything but clever. He blinks and sits more properly on the couch while giving Scott a look.

"What?" Neil asked.

Kim snorts and Scott flinches.

"Oh my gosh." All eyes turn to see Knives holding a glass of water, eyes sparkling. Scott's feels his gut churn and feels his skin set itself on fire, legging trembling. "Oh mY GO-"

ZOOM

Scott was no longer standing in the middle of the room, his outline showing his missing person. The door is wide open with a bunch of dust kicked up down the walkway and sidewalk.

#Something small because I'm not that good at writing despite doing it for years #Tickle content in writing feels much harder but I'm trying #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim tickle #ticklish!scott #sfw tickle #young neil #stephen stills #kim pine #knives chau #writing #my writing #Quick writing

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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Hello, I saw that you were accepting Peter Maximoff requests? Could I request some hot hot training that ends in sex with a female reader please?

Yesss! My favourite speedster!

Peter had a crush on Y/n for the longest time, the both of them flirting none stop with each other, for Peter it was fast touches to catch her off guard and Y/n would use her powers of nature manipulation to leave him his favourite flowers. She would also trip him and laugh as he shouted out to her, speeding to her so quick he'd almost knock her over. The two idiots so in love everyone just decided they were together even if it wasn't official. Peter would take Y/n anywhere she wanted, holding her against him and using the excuse of "you'll get whiplash silly." The longing gazes turning into blushes and then laughter as they both got too awkward to admit it. After a few months of them still avoiding their obvious affections Jean and Scott decided to put them in for training together, the doors would automatically lock for 4 hours or when Jean or Scott remembered to open them.

Peter ran into the training area, his normal clothes on as he saw Y/n arriving, throwing her bag to the ground and turning towards the door.

"Alright Scott i'm warning you if you set my hair on fire again i'm shove a weed so far up your... oh Peter, what are you doing here?" Peter looked from her to his schedule, he was also meant to train with Scott, showing Y/n the two simply shrugged.

"I'm not taking it easy on you just cos you're pretty." Y/n laughed at Peter, the doors closing as they walked to opposite sides of the room.

"Very funny speedy, you're the one whose gonna get his ass whooped!" Y/n used her powers to wrap her vines around his legs, shooting up more as she ran and jumped towards him. Peter sped out, helping her land safely before sprinting to the other side of the room. Smirking at her as he put in his headphones, Y/n rolled her eyes. Peter sped around her, watching as she grew flowers in slow motion, landed a kiss on her cheek as he cheekily picked her up.

Y/n flushed as she was sped to the other side, her roots and venus fly traps springing up next to them, tucked in his arms. Turning towards him she smacked his chest.

"I felt that on my cheek you sneaky bastard." Peter laughed slowly putting her down. "We should do hand to hand since you can't catch me." Peter suggested as the girl used her powers to reverse her plants, slowly disappearing into the floors. "Sounds good, something i know i can win." With a wink Y/n spun and kicked him, Peter stumbling back as they launched at each other. Both giggling as they fought, pulling their punches and jabbing at the others sides to distract them. Peter pulled her against him, her back against his front, holding her arms against her chest. Y/n shifted against him, her butt pressing into him as she went to rip her arms free. Peter groaned against her neck, the two freezing as she felt him against her jeans. "Shit Y/n i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." Y/n backed up against him again, grinding into him causing Peter to groan again. His hands tightening around her and pulling her against him.

"Fuck Y/n, that's not a fair fight." Grinding himself against her, letting her hands go so he could grip her waist. Y/n took his hand bringing one up to her chest and gripping her breast with his hand. The two grinding gently with needy hands grabbing at whatever they could, Peter's hands vibrating so quickly she could feel it through her bra and top against her hard nipple a moan coming from her. "I knew you could do that but never thought it would be used this way." Peter pushed up her t shirt, slipping his hand into her bra and vibrating, the direct contact making the sensation drift down her body to her core. She wiggled against him, his head in her neck leaving kisses and small nibbles along her jugular. Y/n moved her hand behind her, running her hand over his jeans until she felt the hard bulge.

"I have another way to use it." He sped them to the wall, pushing her against it, now facing him as they kissed. His hand unbuttoning her jeans and sliding into her underwear, his fingers vibrating against her clit. Her reaction instant as she held his arm, biting her lip to stop the loud moan coming out. Peter pulling her lip free to kiss her deeply, his other hand pulling her jeans off to wrap her legs around his waist. The intensity of his fingers making her cry out into the kiss, her hands gripping his arms, keeping his hand vibrating against her he swirled two fingers around her entrance before pushing them in. Her head thrown back at the vibrations everywhere, her whole body tingling as he fucked his fingers in and out of her. She had never felt such an intense need to cum, her body shaking as she tried to move away from fingers, the feeling too much for her.

"Peter, please i can't." She pleaded, his thumb moving to directly press onto her clit, her body jolting and accidentally fucking herself harder onto his fingers. Clenching around his fingers she cried out his name, cumming hard onto his hand, her poor hands trying to pull him away as he fucked her through her orgasm. Slowing his vibrating hands until only his thumb gently rubbed her throbbing clit, the sensation causing her to whimper. Peter sped his trousers down, he had almost came in his jeans from watching her, spreading her cum over his hard cock after slipping his fingers out.

"Are you feeling okay there Y/n? Not going to break when i fuck you?" His cocky voice brought Y/n back from seeing stars, flicking him in the head before kissing him.

"Come on speedy, fuck me already." Peter laughed, pushing himself in, she felt so tight around him, moaning as he bottomed out. Y/n felt so full, so sensitive as he pulled back, his pace slow as he let her get used to him. One hand beside her head as the other gripped her butt to keep her from bouncing when he picked up speed, not using his powers as he didn't want to hurt her. Y/n wrapped her legs tight around him, clinging to him as she moaned, trying to bounce herself in time but even when he wasn't meaning too he was faster than anyone she'd fucked before. Her brain clouding over as she felt herself getting closer, Peter felt something wrapping around his legs, looking down he saw small vines up to his knees. He felt her tightening around him, her breath coming in shorter pants as she whispered out his name. Peter pushed her against the wall supporting her with his thrusts, vibrating his thumb against her clit again. Y/n put her head against the wall as she came, not as powerful as before but still in her top 10, the vines around Peter's legs bursting into flowers as she came. Peter couldn't stop himself, speeding up to as much as she could take as he came, moaning her name as he did.

Slowly pulling out he watched his cum drip out of her, god he could feel himself getting hard again but Y/n looked utterly wrecked. Her hair stuck to her head as she tried to keep her head straight. Peter chuckled helping her to stand, he couldn't move far as the vines held his legs still, keeping her up he kissed her gently, Y/n opened her eyes smiling at him. Looking down her eyes widened.

"I didn't know that would happen." The two laughed as she removed the vines, his arms still holding her up as she pulled him down for a kiss.

"We should train more."

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x reader smut #Xmen #Peter maximoff xmen #Quicksilver #smut

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