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Misclick.

✩࿐ summary: an evening where you feel particularly confident leads to an embarrassing and bountiful encounter.

warning(s): minors and ageless blogs DNI! suggestive talk, teacher!geto au, kinda crack fic, mutual masturbation, phone sex, afab!reader, descriptions of female anatomy, not proof read. wc; 3.2k

pairing(s): geto suguru x fem!reader, shoko x fem!reader (if you squint).

a/n: trying to get practice writing smut and smut adjacent things. please lmk what i could work on :)

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TODAY WAS YOURS TO CLAIM.

Everything was falling into place for you. The third years were at your beck and call, Gojo hadn’t been a particularly loud problem today, and the set you ordered a few months ago came in.

When you got the notification on your phone, you thought the stars finally aligned and some higher being was thanking you for your hard work. Finally, you would be able to just live and have some fun while doing it.

After work, you practically skipped out of the school, blatantly ignoring Gojo who made some backhanded comment about rainbows coming out of your ass. You had priorities. One of which was getting home as quickly as possible and putting that lingerie set on so you could just lay about with some overbearing sense of confidence. A part of you wanted to be smug, while another, a tiny part of you, worried about what it’d look like.

The sticker less box was sitting against your apartment door when you arrived. The only identifying thing on it was your name address then a big smiley face thanking you for your purchase. Almost scandalized, you quickly brought the box inside and went to your room. Taking a quick shower before putting on the set.

The lingerie set was something you had found together with Shoko on one of your many girls nights. Both of you had been laughing at the obscure designs of some of them, making comments how it would be better to not wear anything at all than a thin piece of fabric. When it caught both of your eyes. The model for it was gorgeous, that’s probably where you both initially got stunted. She was practically exposed right there on the webpage, winking at the camera. You were about to scroll away when Shoko had loudly proclaimed: You would look so hot in that. And your fate had been sealed.

Now, standing in front of your large mirror, you silently thanked Shoko for her amazing intuition. You looked hot and you looked very fuckable.

The lingerie set was a soft purple color, the fabric was entirely lace so it left little to the imagination, but the little dark purple hearts over your nipples gave you some illusion of modesty. The girdle was snug against your upper thighs and the stockings felt almost like silk against your skin.

The sight of yourself in the mirror made you blush, eyeing it all in a new way. You looked amazing.

All things considered, you felt incredible.

Your phone on your nightstand vibrated and you felt a little giddy as you grabbed it. A text from Shoko and three other texts you weren’t going to pay attention to now. You had texted Shoko while you were leaving about the set arriving and she had just responded with an enthusiastic show it to me!!

You raised an eyebrow.

You

do you want to come over or…?

It took one minute for Shoko to respond.

Shosho ❤️

no time. just send a picture please. 🙏 need to see your hotness in all its glory! thx

You

i’ve never taken a picture like that before.

Shosho ❤️

it doesn’t have to be high quality, you’re not in a porno. don’t deprive me of being right.

You

fine. but don’t complain when you can’t see any of the juicy details.

Shosho ❤️

my heart is breaking.

You smiled stupidly at your friend’s behavior and looked to the mirror. You were never exactly one to take pictures of yourself. Shoko practically had to hold you at gunpoint when it came to it. Most of your pictures were of food and whenever Gojo got his grubby hands on your phone to take a million photos of himself and his students. But you were feeling nice tonight, you were feeling like you were definitely worth the cloud space usage being used on yourself for once.

With your little knowledge on lewd pictures, you found yourself in various positions.

First, you had opted into taking pictures of yourself in the mirror next to your bed. The first photo had been you simply sitting with your legs folded on either side of you, your face obscure but the set clear. The next photo was you on your knees, now opting to ghosting your fingers over the bra strap. The last picture was a little more risqué. You had your chest to the floor, your back arched and your ass raised. It was dark in your room but you could just make out the outline of your cunt in the mirror.

You figured the pictures would be enough, but, high on a streak, you switch positions to your bed.

You took only two photos there. One with you looking up at the camera with a wink and a grin, pulling the bra down just shy of your nipple, pressing your legs together. The next one was the boldest. Your face was no longer in frame, with more focus on your body. The bra now gone, an arm thrown over your breasts to hide your nipples, but your legs were spread to show off the little dark patch where your slick was collecting on the underwear.

Okay, maybe you were getting too into it.

After the pictures were taken, you figured that it would be both funny and relieving to send all of them to Shoko. After all, she would probably want to bask in her glory.

You gathered all six photos, typed will this satisfy you? and pressed send, then threw the phone off to the side.

Now, nervousness took ahold of you. There was something jarring about the whole thing. But you tried to remind yourself that Shoko had asked. This would all be a great opportunity to get out of your self deprecating shell. Tonight was about you-

Your phone vibrated and you practically jumped to read whatever response the woman may have drummed up.

It was Shoko, but with nothing you expected.

Shosho ❤️

okay, how can someone naturally sexy take this long to take pictures? don’t tell me you bailed.

Immediately, you were confused.

It hadn’t taken you super long to take the pictures. You briefly convinced yourself that it was simply taking too long to send. But the painfully blank screen on your side was making you sick.

You quickly backed out of your texts with Shoko and into your bank of unread and forgotten contacts. You didn’t have to look far. Right under Shoko’s name with the “Attachment: 6 images” proudly displayed under it. The last person you wanted to send these to.

Geto Suguru.

You and Geto had never really gotten along. You didn't have any ill feelings towards him. In fact, when he first started, you had an embarrassing and rather childish crush on him. He was attractive, extremely pretty, it wasn't hard to feel a little nervous around him. However, he had appeared indifferent towards you. There weren't many opportunities for you to get to know one another, so you had counted your losses and moved on with your life. There was a silent agreement between the both of you, you just never spoke to him unless he initiated first or you really needed something.

But here you were now. Sent him photos where you're practically dripping and you barely spoke to the man.

You were going to kill yourself.

You found yourself returning back to Shoko with tears pooling in your eyes.

You

i misclicked and sent them to geto.

The read read receipt was instant, however Shoko’s response came two minutes later.

Shosho ❤️

i would love to see his face.

You

shoko, this is serious.

Shosho ❤️

has he seen them yet? if not, just try explaining it away.

You quickly clicked the back to Geto’s messages and hoped to see that he was busy and just hadn’t seen them. Your heart dropped further when you saw the read receipt under the photos. It’d been five minutes since he first saw them. You paled and felt like you could just about throw up when you saw the three dots on his side appear, disappear, then appear, then disappear. He was definitely typing up a storm about how inappropriate this was and that they’d be having a discussion with Yaga tomorrow morning.

However, his message was nothing of the sort.

Geto.

?

Nice bra.

Or lack thereof.

Still mad at you about the curses BTW.

You’re seriously going to kill yourself. This was it.

Your face flushed red, embarrassment and shame took ahold of you in an instant.

You

Geto, I’m so sorry. These were meant for someone else, this was a complete accident. Not an excuse, I should’ve been paying attention.

Again, I’m so sorry.

Your fingers shook as you typed out your deeply apologetic message.

Of all the people to accidentally send it to, it was the guy that acted like he had a bone to pick with you. The one guy out of the entire staff that just didn’t appear to like you.

You silently pondered and wished it had been Gojo you accidentally sent them to. He would’ve acted like a pervert and probably teased you about it for weeks on end, but he was friendly. He knew your limits. You feared exactly what Geto would do.

Geto.

You could make it up to me.

Can you call?

You

Sure.

The call came through in an instant, as if he had been hovering his thumb over the button waiting for your response. You answered and were about to apologize profusely, offering to take care of all his assignments for the next two months. You were about to until he spoke up.

“I’ve been thinking,” Geto’s voice was smooth and low on the other end, yet soft. As it always had been. His tone always as if he’s observing something interesting. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

You weren’t exactly sure what you expected from this call, but this definitely wasn’t even in the top twenty.

You blinked, your gaze on the ceiling. “You’ve been… thinking about me?” You repeated slowly, feeling suspicious.

Geto hummed. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you. About how we barely talk and I was trying to talk to you then… then you send those pictures.” He sounded a little breathless on the other end.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Geto, seriously, I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t apologize.”

You pressed your lips together at his interruption. He was definitely going to chew you out.

He took in a shaky breath, something that was terribly soft and unsteady. It made you tense up, eyebrows raising. "Seriously, don't apologize. You're, uh," he released an airy chuckle, "You're really hot."

You flushed. "Huh?"

"I said, you're really hot." He repeated himself and it was apparent by his tone that he was smirking. Your cheeks burned and you almost felt like your heart stopped completely. "And I've thought that for a while too."

"You have?"

"How could I not?"

You almost felt blindsided by his words. A nervous laugh leaving you. "You've never acted like I was anything worth a second glance." You tried to hide the vague hurt that lingered in your voice, but it was harder than you thought.

You prayed that he couldn't hear it, but it was apparent he had when there was an audibly shift from his side. "I will... I will apologize for that. I will apologize for that right now." He cleared his throat. "Y/N, I'm deeply sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've always thought you were interesting, but I just, uh, there was never ample opportunity for us to talk."

"Apology accepted," only because you wanted to continue to hear his sweet voice like this. And you couldn't stay mad at him. "You're only apologizing because of those pictures, aren't you?"

"No, no, no. I've been wanting to apologize for a while."

You weren't entirely convinced. "I'm sure."

Geto chuckled. "Sure, it was definitely a motivating factor, but I've been wanting to apologize and to talk to you for a while. Satoru keeps calling me a pussy, but I can't help it when I see you. I get nervous." You furrow your brow when you hear him take in a sharp inhale of breath. "I can't lie right now, I'm really hard."

Your heart skips and you feel your cunt give an involuntary clench. "Is that so?" You uttered, your hand subconsciously ghosting over your chest. A featherlight touch that made a slight thrum of your pulse start in your core.

"Y-Yeah," Geto's voice was a breathless whisper, shaky, but still butter sweet. "I couldn't help it when I saw those pictures, y'know? Especially that one of you laying down, your tits looked amazing and I just wanted... I wanted to feel them."

Your fingers ghost over your erect nipple. In response, you gasp softly, your eyes fluttering close. "Geto..." You sigh softly, grabbing your breast.

"Ah, f..." Geto stutters. There's a shuffle on the other end, then the distinct sound of a zipper. His breath is heavy when he seemingly returns the phone next to his ear. "Are you touching yourself?"

Moving your attention to your aching cunt, you roll your fingers over your panty clad clit. "I am now." You breathed.

"Me too."

The thought of Geto stroking his cock right now while sitting on the phone with you, brought goosebumps to your skin. Enough to make your cunt pathetically clench around nothing and for you moan softly under your breath. Was he thick and heavy? Probably. You have no doubt he was endowed especially with his beauty.

As if reading your mind, he spoke, "my cock is aching for you, baby. Barely even touched myself and I'm already leaking-- you got me so worked up. I wish I was there with you so I could fill your tight cunt up." His breath is shuddering and heavy. His voice deep and smooth as he speaks into your ear. "I wanna feel you squeeze around me."

In tandem with his words, you clench around your fingers, desperately grasping around what isn't there. "Fuck me." You choked out.

There's an audible sound on the other end as if Geto's spitting, then there's a squelch, and his panting becomes harder. "And then after, I would eat you out and watch it all spill outta you." His words were slurring together as the pleasure mounted up. But you didn't care as you moaned and mewled in response to his words. "T-Then, I'd do it all over again--- Fucking... squeezing me."

It was almost surprising the noises that emitted from you and your body. Your pussy was clenching and squelching as your fingers worked endlessly and in tandem with the assumed pace Suguru has on his cock. You could feel the familiar ball in your gut tighten and the almost itching feeling in your clit heighten. The image of him burying himself deep within you, filling you up until you were spilling everywhere-- it was almost enough to send you over. You wished to feel his tongue against your clit, the kissing and the licks he place against it. To taste himself and you on his tongue..

You pressed your head back against your pillows, your back arching. "Faster, Suguru." As if he was in the room with you, as if he was the one touching you and not your fingers frantically chasing after your orgasm. "R-Right there."

"Right there? You like it there?" It appeared that Suguru was fully willing to play along with your fantasy. Maybe it was his too. His words a mere growl amongst the moans and pants between the both of you. You pictured his face flushed, his bangs sticking to his sweat covered forehead, and his eyes staring at you from heavy lids.

You wished you could see him.

You clench your teeth as your walls desperately clench and your legs shake. "I-I...I'm so close, Suguru." You resisted the urge to close your legs as the overwhelming feeling inched closer. Your abdomen and your entire body threatening to stiffen up as you came all over your fingers.

"Mm," Suguru's hum was deep, "Me too. I'm going to too."

There wasn't a moment wasted as you cursed under your breath, the familiar wave of bliss washing over your body as you sung his praises. You were barely paying attention as he grunted out your name with a long groan. Too busy with your jolting hips as your rubbed lazy circles over your aching and overstimulated clit. It was good. Just on the phone its was so good and your heart pathetically ached at the thought of this just being phone sex.

Your legs fell limply to the bed and your eyes closed. You weren't entirely sure how you were still holding onto your phone as everything felt so heavy and light at the same time. However, you could hear Suguru trying to recover on the other end.

It took his a few moments, but he finally seemed to regain himself.

"That was..." Suguru cleared his throat, sounding awkward and amused at the same time. "Five minutes... that's a little embarrassing."

"I won't judge." You said without hesitation.

He giggled. Giggled. You felt your heart sputter. "How kind." He stuttered a nervous breath and you felt it all come to a close. So much for more than phone sex. "Hey, I-I've made quite the mess, so I gotta clean up. We'll talk tomorrow before work, yeah?"

"Okay." You breathed, not at all hopeful that there'd be a conversation being had with the both of you tomorrow.

"I was serious when I said I think about you. Some lewd photos don't change that." His tone was serious but tender all the same. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Suguru."

The call was dropped quickly. The phone being quickly thrown to the side as you pressed your hands against your red face. You ignored the numerous texts Shoko sent asking for updates and hoping you hadn't decided to really end yourself this time over some guy. As if some guy hadn't spent ten minutes on the phone, stroking his dick while you came with his name on your lips.

It was certainly a turn that you hadn't expected. To be pushing your fingers in yourself while Geto Suguru fucked his hand on the other end of the phone. Embarrassment would kill you tomorrow. Awkwardness would weigh over the both of you and Gojo would definitely--

Before you could continue your descent into madness, your phone vibrated again. Thinking it Shoko, you decided to open it.

Instead, it was Suguru.

It was an image attachment and, for whatever reason, you hadn't expected what it was.

It was taken from the back camera, pointing down as he laid down on what appeared to be his bed. His sweatpants were pushed down to his thighs and his softened cock was resting against his abdomen where a pool of cum was. His left hand rested right next to it, also covered in his cum. He was thicker than you imagined and definitely long. This was him soft?

Your eyes widened further as you read his message.

Geto.

Hope you keep that set around for next time x

You were so fucked.

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[fandomnsfw]

Easy On The Eyes - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt: Because I need a break from other stuff.

Warning: (No Stiles’ were hurt during the making of this fan fiction I love you Stiles :’C) None really just cute shit and awkward and sweet Derek Hale.

Description: You got caught up in the fight between the McCall pack and the Dread Doctors a year ago and now you have something to tell the pack but soon after, everything started going according to your plan...well except the mate part.

ENJOY!!!!

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You sat next to Lydia, your hand in hers as Scott stared at the floor with a look of deep thought. Everyone else in the room was silent as they wrapped there head around everything you had just said. You knew it was a lot for someone to take in but they needed to know from you…not from Melissa once you couldn’t walk and she had to get you a carer.

“Why didn’t you tell us from the start…Y/N the things you’ve been doing and getting involved in…you could’ve died…” Scott looked up sadly and you let your eyes fall to the floor in shame.

“I found out last year…after the dread doctors…I thought it was because…Theo threw me into that pipe…but it wasn’t.” Stiles shot a furious glare at Theo who was staring at the floor with guilt.

“Stop it Stiles. If he hadn’t done that I wouldn’t of found out for years or until I couldn’t walk one day. I’m actually grateful for that injury but I don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life…I want you to turn me while I’m strong enough to survive.” You asked with determination all over your face making sure he knew you had thought about it.

“I don-Are you sure?” Scott asked seriously but before you could say anything Derek let out a huff before speaking up.

“Why the hell are you hesitating? She’s ill Scott! With all due respect if she didn’t want it she wouldn’t of asked.” Derek snapped and your eyes shot up to his face in surprise. You and Derek only met shortly after the Anuk-ite attack due to joining Scott shortly after the dread doctors when they saved you from Theo and his band of merry chimera’s.

Derek was quiet but polite enough despite that Stiles calls him sourwolf, however you found him calming to be around. He didn’t speak to you much but he was always looking out for the pack since he’d been back even the members that were new. It helped that he wasn’t too bad to look at with his black stubble, piercing pale green eyes and god like body.

“Woah there sourwolf! Calm your shit. Scott is obviously going to do it if she wants the bite.” Stiles huffed sassily as he stood to get all up Derek’s face.

“Stiles sit your cute little ass down!” Lydia snorted as she grabbed Stiles’ top dragging him back down to his seat at the other side of her.

“Aww you think my ass is cute.” Stiles preened happily as she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

“When would you like to do it?” Scott asked with a sad smile.

“It’s not like we need to arrange it Scott. You have fangs and I have my body wherever we are.” You snorted with a teary laugh earning a laugh from everyone including the parents of the pack which had been pretty quiet until now.

“Where would you feel most comfortable?” Scott asked with a little more humour this time.

“We can do it at the loft?” Derek suggested absently making you smile at him brightly.

“Why would she want to do it at your grubby loft Derek…seriously are you feeling okay today? She needs to be somewhere more sterile.” Stiles grumbled sarcastically and his dad let out a sigh before smacking Stiles round the back of his head.

“Hey that child abuse!” Stiles screeched and his dad raised his brows.

“You’re over 18…technically its just plain old abuse. Though I’m sure the Sheriff will let me off with a warning.” He informed him with a smirk as Stiles just gaped at him.

“I would actually like to do it at the loft it’s the most secluded place so if I lose control we’re far enough from people that one of your can stop me.” You commented reasonably.

“Good point. Since its winter break we have time to help you learn control before your back at Yale.” Scott replied causally and you suddenly went silent, frozen in place.

“I’m not going back to Yale I’m transferring to the same school as you Scott.” Suddenly Melissa’s voice was booming.

“Like hell you’re giving up Yale! Why would you want to transfer!? You got into a blue collar school on full scholarship honey…” Melissa looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

“Because I’m not happy there! I’m too far away…everyone at that school is either a genius or an asshole! I hate it I miss my pack…I was an orphan before this and now I have a whole family…I don’t want to be away from you guys.” You muttered sadly as you stared up at the closest person you had to a mother these days.

“Are you that miserable there?” She asked, guilt written all over her face.

“Yes…” You muttered slowly and she just nodded before walking over to you and dragging you up to wrap her arms around you.

“Okay honey.” Melissa whispered soothingly into your hair as you clung to her like a life line.

“I would like to do it tomorrow…my health isn’t too bad right now but that could change on any given day and I don’t wanna risk it.” You stated calmly as Melissa pulled away from you and everyone nodded quietly.

The rest of the night was perfect, you all had dinner while talking about classes and how relationships were going. Malia and Scott were still together, Lydia and Stiles were going strong, Mason and Corey are enjoying their first year at college together. Melissa was still seeing Chris surprisingly, Noah was still single but you’d told him about the new owner of the diner that found the Sheriff attractive earning a groan from Stiles and a laugh from everyone else.

********

You stared at the loft doors with serious determination, your heart racing a mile a minute as your fingers twitched against the cold hard metal handle. You nod to yourself as you yanked the door open to see Derek and Scott stood around the table in the lofts entrance.

You gave Scott a small smile before sending a nod to Derek in thanks for letting you use the loft. Scott gave you a sad smile in return like he was giving you some sort of death sentence but for you it was going to be a better life.

“Are you sure?” Scott asked on last time as you lifted your top so Scott could bite your abdomen.

“Yes I’m sure.” You huffed with a humoured smile as Derek let out a growl.

“Okay I got it Derek. Jeez you’re really demanding for a beta.” Scott snorted playfully before he bent down and bit your waist gently. You heard yourself let out a scream but after that everything went black.

*********

“-she’ll wake up soon just stop pacing.” You heard a voice say at the side of you but you couldn’t open your eyes.

“I know but it’s been 24 hours Scott this isn’t normal…They either get stronger or get weaker…I’ve never seen someon—her heart rate changed…Y/N?” It was Scott and Derek.

You sniffed the air and suddenly the scent of something hit your nose and you eyes shot open. You sat up and looked at Scott with a frown. You stood up cautiously and began sniffing Scott which made his eyes widen. You frown as you realised as much as you could tell he was your Alpha that wasn’t what smelt so good.

You head spun round instantly and you eyes locked with Derek. It was him…why did he smell so good? You thought absently as you turned around completely and walked over to him. His eyes flashed blue at you making your flash in return.

“You smell so good…” You whispered as you started circling him as you smelt his body.

“Derek what the hell is happening?” Scott muttered with wide eyes from across the room.

“I may have failed to mention I was 98% certain she’s my mate…but only when your wolves can you detect it from both sides…” Derek chuckled awkwardly as he blushed under your constant attentions but never moved away.

“Mate?” You perked up at the word and nuzzled against Derek’s neck as he allowed you to hang off his neck like a monkey as you practically climbed him like a tree.

“Okay this is because she’s a new wolf…she’ll learn to control it eventually…maybe I should go until she can control it?” Derek whispered and you instantly started growling.

“Mine.” You snapped as Scott tried to approach.

“I have zero intention of stealing Derek, Y/N you can keep him.” Scott muttered as he got closer but the second he took one step you launched, so before you could make contact, Scott let out an almighty roar than made even Derek’s knee’s wobble as you cowered low to the ground.

You blinked and suddenly felt a little more yourself thought you could still smell how good Derek smelt but now you knew better than to climb a man you barely knew like he was Mount Everest. You looked at Derek in horror and then at Scott with an exasperated look to why he let you climb Derek before doing his alpha roar.

“S-Sorry Derek I d-didn’t mean to do that…” You stuttered until you remembered what he’d said.

“It’s okay…I get the urges but I’m a born wolf so…I can control it. I’m sorry I should’ve told you before you took the bite but…your health…” Derek looked so guilty so when you started laughing he looked…shocked wasn’t a word that could do his face justice.

“You don’t have to apologise…you being my mate would’ve just been another reason for me to turn. What girl in the world doesn’t fantasies about having one man or in this case werewolf made to be her perfect match? It helps that you’re easy on the eyes and have a six pack.” You joked and Scott looked horrified by what you had said like you said the wrong thing but suddenly Derek started laughing and Scott looked even more worried and you suddenly remembered this was the first time you’d seen the older man laugh and it was the most beautiful thing you think you’d ever seen.

“You broke Derek.” Scott snorted as Derek finally stopped laughing.

“Shut up Scott.” Derek grumbled and suddenly he was back to his usual stoic self.

“Yeah Scott shut up.” You teased as Scott’s phone started ringing. The second he answered you heard Melissa’s voice over the phone asking his a million questions.

“She’s awake mom. Yes you can come over.” Scott huffed as his mother hung up so she could make her way over.

********

Within twenty minutes the whole pack was in the loft with smiles but all the new smells made you uneasy so you involuntarily moved closer to Derek and you almost thought you’d gotten away with it too but Lydia’s voice echoed through the loft and everyone was looking.

“What was that?” She sassed as she pointed between you and Derek.

“What was what?” You muttered innocently as you fought the urge to creep closer to Derek again.

“You know what. You moved closer to Derek. Scott’s your alpha and we’ve known you longer…yet you moved closer to the one wolf you know less than anyone in this pack.” Lydia stated like she had you pegged.

“No I did not.” You scoffed as your eyes flickered to Derek who looked strangely amused.

“You just gonna stand there and let this interrogation ensue? I will take you down with me.” You hissed softly and he just smirked, his arms crossing defiantly.

“I’m Derek’s mate. He hid it from us.” You threw him straight under the metaphorical bus and he looked terrified.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Derek grumbled as everyone stared at them in shock.

“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna help me. Some mate you are.” You huffed with a childish glare and suddenly Derek let out a whine and your eyes shot open fully.

“Aww I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.” You sighed sadly and he nodded with a blush on his face.

“Sourwolf has been tamed…It’s a miracle.” Stiles cheered sarcastically and Lydia slapped his arm scoldingly.

“Why does everyone think its okay to slap me?” Stiles whined with an exasperated sigh.

“Because you never learn to keep your mouth closed.” Lydia sasses back making Stile shrink instantly.

“Congratulations if anyone deserves a mate in this world its you dear nephew.” Peter stated with a sad smile.

“I don’t know much about wolves but I’d say we should probably leave them to talk about it together…alone. Let’s go you supernatural young adults and fellow pack parents.” Melissa shouted sassily as she round everyone up but not before pulling you into a motherly hug.

“I’m happy this went better than anyone had expected. I like Hale, he’s loyal and in this world that all I can ask for you. I know I didn’t give birth to you but I have loved being a mother figure for the short year you were still a kid…” Melissa whispered softly, tears in her eyes as she wiped the already fallen ones from your face.

“I could be 30 and you’d still be the only person I’d ever consider a mother. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” You sobbed happily as she pulled you into another hug.

“I’m kind of glad you’re coming home. I’ve missed you…Scott wont let me paint his nails.” Melissa chuckled humorously before pulling away.

“Me too…I love you.” You muttered through a laugh.

“I love you too kiddo. Also Chris got back from France while you were sleeping. He brought you a present.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

“Someone’s trying to earn brownie points?” You giggled and she shot you a wink before leaving out the loft door, Scott pulling it shut as he turned green with disgust as he tried to ignore what he’d just heard.

The second everyone had driven off you turned to Derek with shy smile. You had no idea how you supposed to act now everyone was gone. He was your mate but you barely knew one another and that was evident by how still Derek was.

“Was it hard not acting on your impulses?” You whispered as you resisted the urge to reach for him.

“Very…It doesn’t help that you’re so sweet to everyone…” Derek grumbled and you frowned softly as if asking what he meant but he shook his head.

“If we’re going to be mates…maybe should be more open with each other?” You suggested gently and Derek let out a sigh but nodded in agreement.

“When other wolves or supernaturals come near you…my wolf see’s them as competition…since we’re not completely mated.” He admitted awkwardly.

“S-So if I hugged Liam?” You asked nervously and Derek let out a growl in reply earning a smile from you.

“Okay…got it. How do we mate completely?” You asked curiously making Derek’s eyes widen.

“Exchanging bites…during a full moon…usually done during…ya know.” Derek flung his hands around like you knew what he meant and you caught on pretty quick but you didn’t let him know you just turned your head to the side looking at him innocently.

“I’m going to hell.” Derek groaned and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

His eyes shot up at the sound when he finally realised you knew what he meant. He shot you a glare, his arms crossing angrily as he stared you down. You gave a sweet smile in return, as you approached him slowly. He froze as you got closer as if he was trying to stop himself from touching you.

“I’m not that innocent Derek. You mean we need to bite one another whilst in the midst of some passionate full moon sex?” You snickered and Derek flushed but nodded in reply.

“Sounds kinky.” You giggled as you chest your chest against at Derek’s arms that were still folded.

“Once we mate…we’re together forever… you understand that right? If one of us dies then other will likely have to be put down…” Derek spoke seriously and your eyes widened at his words.

“W-Why?” You whispered fearfully.

“Because its documented that the few mates that have lost their other half go feral…but most mates die at the same time of old age usually.” Derek stated sadly as he reached for you only to pull back at the last second.

“Oh…well don’t die on me then.” You whispered with mild humour but mostly seriousness.

“C-Can I…never mind.” Derek huffed under his breath.

“Kiss me? Hug me?” You asked as he blushed.

“I’m so down for either.” You added and his eyes widened momentarily before softening.

Instead of words Derek’s arms circled your waist as his lips pushed against yours with a firm yet loving pressure that made your wolf howl. You gripped his t-shirt as his right hand cupped your cheek so gently you hardly believed it was the same, full shifting vicious black wolf that you’d seen in battle, yet it was. As he pulled away you let out a little whine before sending him a pout which made him smile happily.

“Yeah…nope…you’re gonna have to bring that right back on in here wolf man.” You stated as you pulled him down, Derek smiled into the kiss but happily obliged with you commanding request.

“Yep you’ve ruined me. Never letting you out my paws now.” You chuckled sweetly and Derek shook his head at your confidence before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come on its only 8 how about I take you out for dinner?” Derek asked, a smirk slipping onto his face as his eyebrow raised in a playful way.

“Are you asking me on a date Derek Hale?” You giggled equally as playful.

“If you call the local Italian place a date.” Derek muttered with a slight blush on his face.

“Let’s go DerBear.” You giggled as you skipped towards you door.

“Yeah that’s not gonna be a thing.” Derek grumbled as he grabbed his keys.

“Mhmm yeah it is my lovely mate.” You argued as you ran off ahead of him.

You knew this was just the beginning for you and Derek but you couldn’t help the amount of affection you could already feel for the older man. He was sweet with you which probably helped since you knew he wasn’t one to be over affectionate even with Scott who he loves like a brother but you couldn’t help but be happy it was only you who could have him like this.

You couldn’t wait to find out what your lives had in store for you and your mate.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fluff #tw #fluff #imagine #derek hale #derek x reader #derek hale x reader #derek x you #derek hale x you #derek hale imagine #derek hale fluff #derek hale mates #mate #reader dereks mate

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two

TW : Abuse of authority, alpha male, sexual harassment, the word “no” is not in this man’s vocabulary, nsfw, angst, forced proximity

After a hellish 24 hour shift, you’re starting to think you should have taken him up on his offer. Give me a foot rub then get the fuck out. However, it most definitely would not have ended at only a foot rub. You know yourself too well to think you can keep your grubby hands off that man in any sort of private, intimate setting. Yeah, you’re staying the hell away from Ludlow. 

It’s gross, but you don’t even take a shower, and pass out cold on the couch as soon as your rat's nest of hair hits the throw pillow. 

Dark, honey eyes welcome you to the land of unconsciousness. The place where you can’t control your disobedient vagina so easily. And, apparently, she liked Tom Ludlow a lot. Especially his hands. Fuck. Thick fingers, surprisingly gentle and teasing, tucking up inside you, coaxing at that sweet little spot you can’t quite get at on your own. His mouth swallowing your moans, tongue licking urgently against your teeth, practically eating you alive. Something hard and velvet pressed against your thighs. 

A loud knock wakes you up in the same position you started at. Face down on the couch, except now feeling even grosser because of the slick arousal between your legs. You stumble to the door, pull it open. It’s Ms. Higgs, your sweet next door neighbor. 

“Oh, hello, y/n, I heard…. Yelling? Is everything okay?” 

You look at her stupidly. “Yelling….?”

“Yes, it sounded like you were in distress. Sorry, is this a bad time?” She eyes your just-got-hit-by-a-semi-truck appearance, complete with gore and all. 

Oh. The dream. Oh… oh. You feel yourself freeze despite the embarrassed heat warming your skin. “Uh.” Yes, great, make her think you’re out of your mind. You try a terse smile. “Oh. Sorry. I had a long shift and I must have been having a nightmare.” 

How in the hell did you pass nursing school?

Thank God she looks like she wants to leave as soon as possible. “Right. Well.” Clears her throat. “I’m glad you’re okay. Have a good day.” She moves fast for an older woman, shutting herself back into the apartment next door before you can bid goodbye. 

Your neighbor now hates you, and you’re definitely blaming Ludlow for it. 

Shower, eat, masturbate. No, wait. Masturbate, then eat. No. Eat first so then you can masturbate as many times as it takes to get Mr. I’m a Pretty, Dark Eyed Cop With Huge Hands - 

You have to literally pinch yourself to stop this train of thought from turning into a derailed crash. 

Your plans fail miserably, and that is actually Ludlow’s fault, but you refuse to admit it. At least you’re eliminating two steps at once with the handy dandy shower head.

And then again after you eat. And then again in your bed. And, damn, you really need to invest in a vibrator like Sheila told you to do a long time ago. 

You don’t consider yourself a prude by any means; there’s just no time for adult toys or one night stands. Your job, more often than not, consumes your life, and you like it that way. The fast pace, the interesting medical anomalies you get to see, your funny coworkers, cute and oh so nice Dr. Julian who brings you all Starbucks on Sundays. You usually pick up more shifts than you’re scheduled, fueled by rising violent crime rates in the inner cities. There is a satisfaction in bringing someone back from the dead, especially someone young with their whole life ahead of them. Grim Reaper? Psh. Kiss my ass. 

***

Sometimes you need a break, and these next two days you have off are going to be that time away. 

Except, on the second day, you’re bored, so you end up going in for an eight hour shift. 

You have a bad habit of not viewing your patient’s info before you get into their exam room, favoring the ol’ fashioned method of actually looking at the person instead of a computer. As soon as you walk into your next assigned room, however, you vow to change your messy bitch ways. Handsome Cop - the one you refuse to admit you spent two full days rubbing yourself off to - sits on the cot, grinning at you like the cat that caught the mouse. 

You do feel a little bit like a tiny mouse under that hefty stare, scurrying in and going right to the computer so you don’t have to make eye contact longer than necessary - well, long enough for ruined underwear. 

“Hey.” 

“Hello, did your stitches come open?” You try to maintain a strictly professional voice, but you can tell by the sharpening of his grin it’s not working. 

“What? You’re not gonna fight with me today?” 

“Do nurses fight people where you’re from?” Here you are, playing into his game. Stupid. 

“There she is.” 

Your jaw tightens. “What are you being seen for, Mr. Ludlow?”

“Ouch, surnames? Really?”

“Surprised you know what that big word means.”

His gorgeous eyebrow cocks as he looks around the monitor at you, and you tuck yourself further behind the computer to hide. 

“Okay, okay.” He puts his hands up in surrender. Well, he puts his right hand up. His left can only rise so far into the air. “Yeah, I tore them.” 

“Can you show me?” 

He strips his shirt, revealing a long, toned torso that belongs in X-rated cinema instead of bed number 3 at the South Bay General ED. 

“Have you ever heard the phrase, close your mouth or you’ll catch flies?” He asks. 

“It’s actually, shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” 

“Okay, how about this one: My eyes are up here, darling.”

First of all, you didn’t even look at his bare chest that much. He’s definitely exaggerating. Second of all, well - ugh - second of all fuck you, Ludlow. 

His stitches are busted open right in the middle. You have to unstick the bloody dressing carefully and then spray the center with some antiseptic. 

“You should be more careful.” Is it just you or does he smell different tonight? Less sweat and copper, more spice and cardamon.

You do your best to shake it off. Plenty of men wear cologne everyday–it doesn’t mean he got cleaned up just for you. 

“I don’t really have anyone to be careful for.”

“Get a dog?” 

“What’s your favorite color?” 

“What why? I don’t know, blue?” 

“So I can pick out a collar you’ll like.” 

He’s joking, but the feral urge to jam your thumb right into his tearing wound is palpable. 

He realizes he fucked up when you don’t have a witty retort. 

“Oh, fuck. I didn’t mean that you’re a bitch.” If you’re giving him credit, he at least looks sorry. And sorry looks far too good on him. The big grinning Doberman turns into a wide eyed puppy dog and it makes your heart squeeze tighter. “I’m sorry. I just meant - hey, hey.” He tips your chin up so you can see the apology in his softened eyes. “I’m an asshole.” 

You flick his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” 

He must be hard of hearing, because he dwarfs your arm in his grip and pulls you closer. “C’Mon, little nurse. Now you have to let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a fancy dinner or something.” 

Pulling away is not an option, so you come up with a better idea. “Okay, fine. I will. If you can answer one question.”

He looks delighted by this. “Try me.”

“What’s my name?” 

You relish the sight of his smile wiping clean. The big grin transfers from his face to yours. 

“Seriously?”

“Well?” It’s your turn to raise a cocky eyebrow.

He tries to flip your badge frontward, but you slap his hand away. He’s quick, catches your wrist, pulls you closer so that your body is pressing into his calves, traps both of your hands in one of his and spins the badge so that he can see your picture and name. He repeats it, first and last, grins back with a vengeance. This little tussle really bruises your ego, because it doesn’t even seem like you made him wince or falter even once.

“Cheater,” you snarl. 

“Takes one to know one.” 

“Let me go.” 

“Make me.” 

“I’ll scream.” 

“Oh yeah you will.” He winks. 

Fucking sexy bastard. 

“Want those stitches worse or better?” You threaten. 

“I don’t really care,” he shrugs, eyes light with humor. “Just did it to come see you anyway.” 

“You tore your own stitches?” 

“No. Someone else did after I insulted their mother.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” 

You put him back together once again (you might have to start calling this man Humpty Dumpty, that will put him in his place) and start to peel off your gloves. “So when can I pick you up?” he asks, those dark eyes shining like high-polished ebony. 

“Half past never?”

“Hey, we had a deal.”

“We did, but then you cheated. Manhandling me at work is a major disqualification.”

“Pretty sure you liked it,” he fires back with a smirk.

You sigh, propping a hand on your hip, because he’s not wrong. You’re more than a little touch starved at the moment, and you’re sure the ease with which he manhandled you will haunt your dreams (your poor neighbor!) and fuel your fantasies for weeks to come. But there’s just something about this guy that warns you not to give in this easily. He feels…a little dangerous. To your physical health, or your personal sanity, you’re not sure. 

“Please try to be more careful with your stitches, Mr. Ludlow. Have a nice day.”

Understanding that he’s being dismissed, he stands, one step in the small room bringing him right in front of you–and boy, does he tower over you. You try to conceal how very much you like that, but fear you betray yourself in the shaky exhale that escapes you. “I’m just going to keep coming back,” he tells you, seeming far too pleased by the idea. 

“For your own health, I certainly hope you don’t.”

“I’m in a dangerous line of work. All sorts of things can happen.”

You pick up what he’s putting down pretty quick, and it annoys the shit out of you. “If you get yourself hurt on purpose, that is not on me.”

“Then save me some pain, sweetheart. Didn’t you take an oath or something? Do no harm?”

“That’s doctors. I took a pledge to practice my profession faithfully–which I’m doing. Didn’t you? What happened to ‘Serve and Protect?’”

“Sure thing. And I keep my oaths too.” The weight with which he looks at you makes something warm and uncomfortable coil in your belly, radiating outwards to your fingers and toes. 

A man who keeps his promises? 

Never heard of him. 

You are too young to be this jaded, but maybe it’s better that you learned the hard lessons quicker than most. Maybe it will save you some pain in the interim. Avoiding this utterly edible man in front of you probably falls into that category. 

You stand silently, waiting for him to leave. He seems to find this funny as hell, and tips an imaginary cap down at you. “See you soon, y/n.” 

You hope not, but you’re afraid that’s a promise he’ll keep. 

#keanuverse #keanuverse fic #tom ludlow x reader #tom ludlow #street kings

[sstvrnioloo]

After Party | Pt. 3 | ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* | Chris Sturniolo

| P1 | P2 |

GRAB YOUR TISSUES.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, shaming of looks, mention of sex (does not go into detail‼️), mentions of committing suicide (again, doesn’t go into to detail, self degradation (please don’t do this),

if you don't like smut, find smth else to do.

she/her pronouns will be used!!

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pink = y/n

green = lia

blue = matt

orange = chris

purple = nick

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**NOT PROOFREAD**

b/n: sorry if this sucks ass, first fanfic series ive ever written.

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Well atleast I didn't remember anything. Right?

from P2

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I sat up in this bed that certainly wasn't mine.

"I must've had sex or something."

I muttered to myself, not knowing who was in the house.

"Oh, y/n you're up!"

"Hi Nick, why am I in you guys' house exactly?"

"You were absolutely wasted, we couldn't possibly leave you there so we took you home."

"Okay so no sex."

I murmured to myself, but I didn't want to stay here forever.

"I'm so sorry I must be a bother to you guys!"

"No no its fine! If you need anything come ask me or Matt." "Also there's towels in the bathroom, and breakfast waiting on the counter."

"Thanks Nick."

I got up feeling so ashamed that I got that drunk. Atleast I was sober? I thought to myself, I walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, my mascara was smudged and my hair oily and grubby. Being raised to be neat and tidy all the time was having an effect on me, I shamed myself for being messy.

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In The Shower

"Well atleast you didn't have sex?"

"Going home is the right option"

"You're so stupid for being so drunk"

“Listen to what your mom says next time”

“Fuck”

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I hop out the shower and wrap my tower around myself, grab my clothes and walk out. I close the door and start getting back on my clothes to leave.

“I’m probably such a bother,”

I murmured to myself. I was used to degrading myself, a lot. My parents made me do this,

“You can’t do anything!”

Their voices rang in my head, this is why I’d cry so often, have times where I ask myself,

“Why am I still existing?”

“Why can’t be enough?”

“Even if it commit, no one will notice.” Right?

A silent tear, sprinting down my cheek,

Why do I do this when I know I can stop?

When will it end?

“Get your act together y/n, this isn’t the time nor the place for your shit.”

I grab my clothes of the bed, attempt to make up the bed and start heading towards the door.

I walk out and bump into something.

Chris.

“I’m so so sorry Chris, I didn’t mean to!”

“Why do I always apologize frantically to him?”

“Watch where you’re going next time y/n”

I walk outside of the room Nick gave me with everything that I had; in hand.

“What’s up Y/n?”

“I’m so sorry again, I feel like such a bother to you guys.”

“You’re not a bother to anybod-”

Matt was then cut off by Chris.

“Well you are to me, so hurry up and leave.”

“Alright I’m done letting you treat me like that, I let you do that last night but now I’m over it,”

“You couldn’t even greet me!”

“Well I have my reasons.”

“What are your reasons Chris!? What are your reasons for not greeting somebody that you haven’t seen for like 10 years!?”

I’m trying. I’m really really trying not to cry, it’ll make me look weak.

“Just leave already y/n.”

“Chris why the fuck would you do that!?”

I’m already walking towards the door when Nick stops me. I can still hear Chris and Matt arguing in the distance.

“I’m so sorry y/n,”

My tears are already falling.

“I hated him but still greeted him, why do I still do it Nick?”

“I don’t know why he acts this way y/n,”

Now I feel problematic; a problematic, stupid, dramatic, girl crying.

“It’s fine Nick i’ll just go home.”

It’s not fine, who am I kidding?

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I walk out the door and call Lia to come pick me up.

“Lia?”

“Hey y/n you okay? Need me to come pick you up or something?”

“I need to come pick me up from the Sturniolo’s house. Please.”

“Okay i’m on my way.”

I end the call and break out into a sob, why am I like this? Cry, cry, cry, it’s all I do. All I ever do. It’s like i’m a baby who can’t use words, so they cry.

All the time.

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Chris’ POV

I made her cry. I was already being an asshole last night when I couldn’t even greet her,

you fucking idiot.

I walk back to my room and close the door and flop onto my bed.

I scroll on Tiktok for what seems for hours, but it was only 10 minutes.

I should text her,

But what if she doesn’t want to forgive me, or even converse to me?

You really did fuck this up.

“Open up this godamn door Chris.”

I open the door knowing he going to yell and scold me; I would’ve too.

“Look I’m sorry Nick.”

“I shouldn’t be the one you’re apologizing to, it should be y/n. But I’m not here to yell at you.”

“I was going to text her but I dunno if I should or not”

“Chris, why don’t you like Y/n?”

“I don’t know.”

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Y/N’s POV

Lia’s car pulled up and I hopped in.

“Y/n are you okay?”

“Why doesn’t he like me?”

Bottled up frustration, anger, confusion, sadness, and disappointment in one good cry. We weren’t actually driving to a destination, just driving.

“What have I done or say, that he doesn’t like me?!”

I yelled in mostly frustration and confusion, not directed at Lia, but at; well I don’t know.

“I’m a good person, Right?”

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@lovingmattysposts @novasturniolo03 @luvmxtt @tyjna6

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matty sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #nick x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo x reader #stvrnioloo

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 5

Because I have asks in my inbox about the color coding in Pit Babe even though I don't want to watch it, I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are. I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, I'm going to take off the captions.

How could I forget we were in "Disco Inferno" at the end of the last episode?! Babe looks just as confused as I am that Charles ran his ass out on that track. Where are the professionals? Medics, where u b?

Nice to see everyone wearing blue just in time to prove they did not sabotage the car.

Get your grubby paws off of Barbie, you color faker!

Because I hate Charles, everything he does just comes off very creepy. Like he is trying to have Babe all to himself, like a creepy collector of precious superpower kids, but he only wants Babe.

It's Whiny Winifred in the red Chicago Bulls jacket being annoying per usual.

I don't care what is being said. Whiny Winifred did not sabotage that car. He isn't smart enough for that. But I'm very curious what Kim's superpower is because he is constantly seen as the bigger presence in their arguments. He may be small, but he is mighty.

TRUST NONE OF THEM, ALAN! As usual, Charles conveniently arrives to save the day even though Dean saw Jeffrey messing with the car. This is mine and Dean's villain origin story. (Sonic, get your colors together, kid!)

Alan, don't save him! He don't want to be saved! He can see the future, but couldn't see himself getting caught? Go back to superpower school, Jeffrey! YOU SUCK!

I should be on Jeffrey's side because he is driving a blue vehicle, but he had to put "Home" into the GPS, and I can't trust a boy who doesn't know how to get back to the apartment he shares with Charlie . . . SINCE HE ISN'T GOING THERE! I guess you really are going back to superpower school since you are probably headed to Big Red's house, you LIAR!

Couldn't be bothered to wear blue for two episodes, and now you got nothing but blue, huh, Waymond? Odd choice, sir.

Charles is everywhere at all times. I think Waymond can control emotions, which is why he touches Babe, but I think Charles is mind controlling Babe. He is always in Babe's bubble! Back tf up, bruh.

And we're back to black because you are devoid of emotions since you are controlling everyone else's. I see you and Charles for the superpower manipulators you are.

Kimberly, in a garage full of blues, I only trust your red ass. Kimlock Holmes is gonna solve this case because that's what Kims do!

Are you conflicted now, Jeffrey? In the red and the blue because you know you fucked up and hurt Alan with your lies?

Pete is wearing blue. I trust this pretty man with my life.

I have believed that superpowers come from the hands for two episodes now. Waymond is always touching Babe then Babe looks happier. Charles is always touching Babe, then Babe concedes. So Peter not immediately taking Waymond's hand gives me faith that Peter KNOWS what is up because I think he has superpowers too!

Kenta, you do not have superpowers which is why he treats you like this. Kimberly is gonna love the fuck out of you though. All you have to do is murder your boss.

Did Big Red do this to you? MURDER YOUR SHITTY BOSS! You don't need a superpower for that. I'm rooting for you, hon.

My man has the blue blazer and the blue drink. He is proving his loyalty, and I couldn't love him more. This is how you prove you're trustworthy. You ease into the color. Unlike the Treacherous Trio: Charles, Jeffrey, and Waymond.

Barbie, I need you to pay attention. That hand on your arm is controlling you. Your powers are gone because Charles is fucking with your brain so he can take your racing spot. Don't let that lying bastard touch you!

WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM TOUCH YOU?! I know he is controlling your mind, but you gotta stop letting him touch you. Go two days without his touch and see how much clearer you'll start thing. You took him to you and Way's spot. I'm insulted for Way because this was sacred, yet Charles gets everything he wants . . . *mind control*

Alan, you wear a lot of green, and I love you for that. You are not in this red vs. blue bullshit. You are in a league of your own. I don't think you have superpowers, but if you did, it would be stealing hearts because I'm ready to lay my life down on the line for you, sir. You're perfect.

Sonic REFUSES to get his shit together. WEAR BLUE ALREADY, DAMN! But also, Decanus is not pleased with whatever is happening. Villain Era loading.

This scene would be adorable if Charles wasn't a lying pos.

Decanus, I know you are going to be with Whiny Winifred, so I'm gonna just call this game, and say you lose.

Wait, A SECRET THIRD OPTION?! Kim Possible, is that you player?!

Decanus, you are getting pushed by Alan next week, so I know you done fucked up. Sonic, still be doing wild color things next week too.

Alan, do not suck up to that child. He may be wearing blue in that moment, but his heart is red and not in the good way.

I still ONLY trust Alan, but he is falling for that lying kid, so he might slip in rankings next week, but Kimlock Holmes and Pete the Magic Dragon did no wrong this week, so my trust remains intact for them. I cannot wait until Kenta gets an ounce of love from Kimberly and it turns his entire life around (KILL YOUR SHITTY BOSS!).

Barbie is being mentally and emotionally controlled by Charles and Waymond, so here's hoping this show gets kinky, ties people's hands up, and sees just how powerful they are without the gift of touch.

Couldn't emotionally manipulate Peter, now could you, Waymond?

What is your superpower?

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 5 #Peter is the hero here #What is his power? #The gift of common sense #trust no one #except Alan #and possibly Kim #and Pete

[bittermittens]

misc twst headcanons..-freckle crew!! -> cater, rook, ruggie, ace, and riddle (but only during summertime, they disappear in winter)

-kalim currently has a broken phone screen.. he just keeps breaking it in a bajillion different ways (stepped on by elephant, fell off during a magic carpet ride, etc..). at some point jamil had to be like, kalim you can't just keep buying a new phone every week..he's currently on phone #21

-ortho's eyes def do that beanie boo thing where it looks like he staring at any angle

-azul, being the neat freak he is, is so on top with maintaining his human form that if he ever does start shifting it's literally soo slow. like if anything does happen, only his eyes change. jade and floyd like to point it out at the last possible minute <3

-weekly gossip between cater, ruggie, and jamil. they go to cafes to talk mad shit

-leona's pupils are constantly dilated--he likes his room dark while he naps so his eyes simply react to the lighting.

-probably killed someone AT LEAST once crew -> ruggie, jade or floyd, jamil, and ofc--malleus and lilia.

-ruggie also has a cracked phone screen, and doesn't bother to work toward getting it replaced. leona saw it one time and he was like, i can buy you a new one man, but ruggie started going on about how the cracks gave the phone character. leona dropped that convo so fast lol.

-out of the first years, ranking of who curses the most to the least: epel (he gotta drop at least ten a day), ace (he does it conversationally--like a middle school boy), jack (occasional), deuce (he used to curse a toon, but after dropping the delinquent thing he stopped almost entirely), and sebek ("it would be a severe disgrace if my life were to hear me curse in any way shape or form..")

-grim has pajamas. fish ones. he also has ASS handwriting and always tries to say it's his paws that are to blame and not that he's a grubby lil guy.

-jade got his pupils constantly constricted cause surface brightness is a KILLER. floyd is the opposite --he likes em dilated so he can see everything.

-jamil and ruggie in the baggie clothes crew 4 life

-malleus and lilia can't lie because they're fae. sebek escaped this fate, but sometimes he seriously cannot lie and it bothers him.

-sometimes they gotta do inventory at heartslabyul cause trey WILL start baking on a whim. "i just felt like getting my hands dirty." bestie the fridge is still full of the pastries from last week..

-cater uses his um to distract himself from the voices. you're sad? no--talk to your clooonesss!!

-jack and cats are a no -no. they just end up scratching him and running away and he gets so sad about it.

-pomefiore has monthly dorm-wide sleepovers. vil made it a tradition because self-care is self healing!!

-leona's hair is probably curlier than it actually appears, just because he treats it when in the mood.

-i like to think lilia had to warn silver from doing certain things if he ever came across fae other than the diasomnia fam. like, keeping rowan berries around his neck, salt in his pockets, never telling fae his name n stuff.

-deuce has squish able cheeks. i don't make the rules

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #it's literally everyone kind of

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ WVBA Baking Headcanons ☆

omg WVBA baking together real...imagine this like a bake-off except everyones kitchen is really close & theyre all screaming at each other

Glass Joe

- originally his idea

- trying to extinguish any fires that happen

- accidentally put a fork in the oven

- makes really good cookies

- the best baker here other than piston hondo & bull

- "Aran stop eating the raw dough youre gonna get salmonella"

- "nuh uh"

- accidentally set the sink on fire

- hes basically playing fnaf the way he has to check everything

- the oven's screen broke so he has to check up on the cookies often

Von Kaiser

- keeps accidentally setting things on fire with his horrible baking skills

- "I SET THE COOKIES ON FIRE, MOVE!!"

- has to have a fire extinguisher by his side at all times

- cookies so burnt they qualify as rocks now, kaiser you had one job, ONE JOB.

- has to sob halfway through

- "kaiser are you okay??"

- "ja.." as hes hysterically sobbing

- dont let him go near an oven ever again

Disco Kid

- doing his best, some of the batch came out okay but the rest can be considered hate speech

- "wheres the flour?? Who took the flour??"

- "Maybe the true flour were the friends we made along the way"

- "give me my flour back Aran i gotta fucking bake"

- slipped while holding a tray of cookies, dramatically screamed "NOO!!" like he saw his house get burnt down or something

- he cant live laugh love out of this can he?

King Hippo

- eating the raw dough with Aran

- "This is gourmet dining, aran"

- "youre damn right"

- hes just making raw dough & eating it

- hes pretty sure he can stomach salmonella (he can actually)

- doing everything but baking

Piston Hondo

- look at him go, hes BAKING. HES SLAYING. unlike king hippo

- will smack your hand with the whisk if you try to eat the cookies before they cool down

- chasing Aran with said whisk

- "GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF THE COOKIE DOUGH, SALMONELLA MAN."

- "OKAY FINE"

- doing a decent job actually

- helping disco kid bake a new batch

Great Tiger

- Really good at managing stuff thanks to his clones, ones guarding his cookie dough from Aran, ones checking the oven and the others are checking in on the other boxers

- trying to help kaiser with his hellcookies

- has a seperate tray for cookie dough because he knows Aran is still gonna get to the cookie dough anyways

- "just take this tray of raw cookie dough and get out of my way"

- "hehehehe" Then he runs off like a evil gremlin with the cookie dough while cackling

- his ovens screen also broke

Bear Hugger

- tried to bake but ended up also eating his cookie dough

- had to bake another fresh batch

- added WAYYY too much sugar & butter along with chocolate, at this point they arent even cookies theyre diabetes discs

- baked another fresh batch for his squirrel friend with lots of nuts along with some big ones for the bears

- concerned for Arans stomach

- "are you sure your stomach is gonna handle that well"

- "yeah"

- "alright then" he had to hold Arans hair back while he threw up after that

Don Flamenco

- Decorating his cookies

- stealing piston hondos recipe (hes okay with that dont worry)

- his cookies look really pretty, his baking classes are paying off

- underbaked his cookies because he likes it that way

Aran Ryan

- eating all the raw cookie dough

- oh my fucking god the salmonella is gonna kick his ass (and it did end up kicking his ass)

- got really ill and had to be hospitalized, he has no regrets

- set the oven on fire (intentionally)

- getting bullied into the ground for having salmonella

Soda Popinski

- worst cookies ever

- tried to add soda to his cookies, ended up making a deadly weapon with it

- had to settle for dipping his cookies in soda, it tastes good to him

- his oven smells like soda & chocolate now

Bald Bull

- best cookies ever. Literally husband material

- has to smack peoples hands with a wooden spoon because they keep trying to steal his cookies

- "oh my fucking god, get your hands away from my cookies"

- everyone pretty much loves his cookies

- made some tea along with the cookies

Super Macho Man

- tried to bake his face onto the cookies, they ended up terrifying

- "damn this oven is a hater"

- "no youre just bad at baking"

- tried to put his hand in the oven to test the tempature, had to stop using that hand for a while

Mr Sandman

- Oh god oh fuck oh shit

- THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE

- hondo had to help him put out the fire since he was petrified

- traumatized

- oh no oh god someone help him hes gonna set the oven on fire again

- had to bake with piston hondo since hes awful at baking

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #bald bull #punch out headcanons #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger #disco kid

[zodiacs-web]

I never request from anyone so this is weird, but i am desperate bc theres nothing :'/

What about Qin Shi Huang with a fem!reader who kind of reminds him of his mother?

Smile/outfit/long hair (pls the long ass hair, i am a sucker for long asf hair😩)

But she is chaotic,careless,doesnt take anything seriously,laughs all the time, and flirts with everyone and everything.

(But not the submisive "blushes😳💅🏼" type, if he tries to flirt with her she'll be like "careful boy, i am ovulating😩" like a sly confident,'arrogant'(for humor purposes) strong beautiful woman who was also a fighter(¿???

Basically the: "the world could be ending, but i am going to spend my last minutes in bliss with this margarita" "he can be a psycho but he can also be really hot" "I think i just busted an ovary" "Omfg i am so hot" "Are you the EmpEror? NOBODY TOLD ME HE WAS THIS FINEEEE- CHINA TAKE ME WITH YOU"

But the similarities she has with his mother is that despite enjoying annoying people,having no morals and doing whatever she wants, her actions aren't actually damaging and she's honest and purely kind at nature(but you never get to see the kindness?)

I'm sorry, i am a very detail oriented person so i wanted to make sure i described it right, sorry if it's too much i kinda got carried away

I currently have my corrector in spanish so forgive my weird english

Have a wonderful day Queen👀❤

My Type of Queen

𖥔 Qin Shi Huang x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Chaotic reader

𖥔 What's in the web: swearing, dialogue from the ask, unedited

𖥔 A/n: I love the way you worded your request anon. You have a wonderful day as well!

𖥔 Reblogs are Appreciated!

Arrogant winds flown from the bottom of the mountain, a long day after keeping the guards grubby hands off a rich man. You spotted the nearest and familiar little cart that always housed you. Long hair swung from side to side as you finally made it to the area with your body in hazardous pain.

"What a fuckin' pain! Hey! Baldie, gimme your special!" You groaned as you sat on the flimsy wooden chair.

"Haha! (Y/n), always having a mouth against me. Anyways, how've ya been?"

"I've been doing well. But the man was loaded with riches, and YET, he tried to scam me by giving me half of what he offered. After all that help, and he does THIS!! Ugh."

"I bet he was a pain! No one can get past you with that attitude." He laughed as he passed a plate of peking roasted duck to the woman.

"Thanks, baldie!"

"You're never gonna drop that nickname, are ya?"

Giving him a signature smile, you grabbed the chopsticks and started prodding at the duck. The cut pieces shone as you moved them off the plate and into your mouth. A pleasure filled sigh left your lips as the flavors of the duck filled your senses. Suddenly, you remember something from the encounter again.

"Hey! Ya know, he also tried to flirt with me." The man before her nodded, amusing you in any way. "He got his panties in a twist when I did it back to him. Saying women shouldn't act like this. Shut up!"

The man laughed, knowing your arrogant nature was somewhat disbelieving, yet amusing. You then slowly chewed on your duck, feeling an unusual yet strong presence growing near. The sounds of those around you quickly caught your attention. They let out gasps from the sight before them.

You grabbed hold onto the shelf, that hung out of the cart, and leaned back. The view of people covering the street pissed you off like make some room, your view is more important. You leaned back into your original position and stared as the baldie prepared even more food.

That could either mean two things: 1) Somebody important was nearby or 2) there's a festival and he could get money from both. Doesn't matter. After all, his way of living was in the trash can. A giggle left your lips as you went back to feasting on your duck.

As you ate, the whispering and moaning of the crowd grew louder. Covered eyes stared in dread as your appearance quickly entered his view. You looked just like her, the hair, the outfit and smile all looked just like her.

Though some parts of you were much different yet, that didn't change anything. Of course, his curiosity got to him. Despite the fact that he was going to dine in another place that was much more rich and fancier for him, according to his advisors.

Silently, he sat down on one of the chairs next to you, eyes giving glances to you as the cover helped him hide it. Soldiers positioned themselves around him. You stared down at the duck while you saw him in your peripheral view. Slowly chewing on the soft skin before swallowing it to start a conversation.

"Who're you? And what're ya doin' causing a ruckus here?" You interrogated him all while grabbing a piece of duck and shoving it into your mouth.

"Me?" He grabbed a small menu from shelf in front of him, skimming it as he pondered. "I just wish to feast, why does my status matter?"

"You brought a town to us. Why doesn't your status matter?" You responded, body turning to face him.

You were serious, and you never got this serious so fast. There was just something about this guy who screamed, "Well, everything." But there was this curiosity too that made you want to know more about him.

"What are the soldiers here for?"

"Protection," He responded.

Your eyes glared at the man causing the soldiers to tense.

"Hey sir. I think I'd like Xiao longbao (soup dumplings)."

Baldie nodded before preparing the dumplings.

"How important are you that you need soldiers?"

"Well, as an emperor, I think all the protection I can get."

The emperor.

"You're the emperor!!!?? Ah~ I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO FINE~ HEY! HEY! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!"

Your sudden outburst caught him off guard as well as his soldiers. You acted so different, that was he expecting just a few seconds ago. The serious type that turned out to be so chaotic, yet so lovable. He just loved the energy you gave. A smile decorated his face as he relished in it.

"What makes you think I'll take you?"

"I'm hot. Don't you see?"

Baldie laughed, the emperor taking a glance before looking back at you.

"Heh. That's true. Maybe I can take you in some ways."

He smirked, head turning to face you. A grin appearing on your face.

"Oh? Careful boy,...I'm ovulating."

Of course, he was taken aback, again, by your words, you were so out there that he couldn't believe it.

"Before we go on our way, can I perhaps have your name?"

"(Y/n) (l/n). And you, pretty boy?"

"Qin Shi Huang."

#zodiac's web #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #ror #snv #scenarios #ror x reader #snv x reader #qin x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #snv qin shi huang #record of ragnarok qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie qin shi huang #qin shi huang x reader #qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang #fem reader #female reader

[lunaremy]

favorite thing about them

He's such a unique specimen, yknow? A really unique guy. He reminds me of a little roach and i love it.

least favorite thing about them

planet lalaland boss cutscene (self explanatiry fuck you konamy)

favorite line

"Fallen for me, have you? (sigh) I'm such a heartbreaker." something about the way the voice actor delivered it is really cool. He's such a roach boy

brOTP

literal bros as in brothers, the dynamic between Black and White is so funny to me and a lot of the flavor dialogue really cements them as like the siblings ever. they'll fight each other over the pettiest things but you bet your ass if one of them is in serious need those two would start hauling ass to protect each other mark my words.

OTP

As Black is most bitchless man in the universe, I actually can't find a partner for this guy.

nOTP

self explanatory

random headcanon

Already said every headcanon under the sun for this guy. He definitely keeps a diary. But on another note, I feel like Pink's read it before (although she's too altruistic overall to have had malicious intent, and really just wants to help Black with his problems)

unpopular opinion

i like this guy actually. i get why people don't but this guy is like a specimen to me. also not unpopular apparently but this guy would be the type of guy to have like comphet for bisexual men idk what it's called . yknow that one image where its like "I....AM NOT .....GAY!!! (MY TELEKENSIS FLINGS EVERYTHING ACROSS THE ROOM)" thats him.thats what he sounds like.i want to analyze his brain he has so many issues hes so fucked up.....hes like a worm.......

song i associate with them

I don't have any, bar songs I associate with the entire franchise, HOWEVER (glances at that ultra rare cd i somehow got my grubby little hands on via a long and complicated quest and then never touched again simply because black's va was singing in it and curiosity got the better of me)

favorite picture of them

#bomberman #super bomberman r #black bomber #this was fun :D

[longtimenospooning-luci]

Cat's Cradle

Summary: After five years of back-breaking work under your hardass boss Min Yoongi, you can finally step back and live your life well with your son and his rowdy uncles. Opening a Cafe with your eldest brother Seokjin after so many setbacks was euphoric, but what happens when your ex-boss finds his way into your cafe? Will everything fall apart again or will your life finally piece back together?

Pairings: Panther Hybrid Yoongi x Single mom Reader, Sibling Kim line Feat. Best friends Hoseok and Jikook.

Warnings: Cussing (I mean who am I if I don't include cussing), mention of pervy old men, a deadbeat ex, angst between yoongles and Joon. Open but fluffy ending teehee 😈

Word Count: 4.4k

Surprise! I've had this in my drafts since April, so I decided to finish it up and post it. I hope you enjoy and pls look forward to the next chapter of ACR in the coming week or so.

"You've done great tonight Y/n, I think we have the deal made with the Choi's."

You're sitting in the backseat of a luxurious sedan with your boss, Min Yoongi, heading back to the company after a dazzling dinner party for the most posh and elite members of Seoul's society. Having worked for him for five years now, you were well attuned to the Panther hybrids personality and high expectations. You knew anything and everything about him, and yet, you're pretty sure he doesn't even know your birthday.

Tonight is the night you're going to announce your resignation after years of dedicated work. Planning this moment for months at the encouragement of your family, having put it off until the breaking point.

"Thank you, sir." You reply, looking out the window and taking a deep breath to steel your nerves.

"You should tell me what you would like as a reward, that was good work, you deserve something nice."

"Sir, that won't be necessary."

"Don't tell me no Y/n, you've worked with me long enough to know I don't reward people often."

His retort had cut you off from revealing your intentions of resigning, and it only sets your nerves on fire.

It was way past midnight and he had forced you to stay for the after-dinner drinks, leaving you alone to fend off the grubby hands of inappropriate old men. You were tired in more ways than one and you had been skirting around tipsy grab-ass attempts all night while the love of your life was waiting for you to return home.

"Actually, sir, the reason why I said that is because I'll be resigning now." A hint of annoyance in your voice.

His ears perk in shock and then flatten, boring his eyes into you. ". . . What? What are you talking about?"

"I'll be handing in my letter of resignation on Monday, sir. I'm very thankful for the years we've spent together and everything You've taught me but, I'm leaving the company."

"I don't understand" He almost whines. "Did you get another offer? Is it the pay? Or the hours? Why are you resigning?" Firing off the questions in bewilderment.

"No, sir. I've just determined it's the best decision for me."

"In what way is it the best decision!?"

"I understand this may seem rash and unwise to you, but this is something I considered and chosen after a lot of thought. I truly believe this is what's best for me and I hope you can respect that."

"I... Okay, I-I wish you the best then..."

Your heart unclenches and a breath of relief releases from your chest. Giving him a soft smile, you thank him and turn your gaze back out the window. Unable to see the heartbroken look on his face when you turn away from him.

It's been two weeks since you dropped the bomb on Yoongi's heart and announced your resignation, and now he watches you smile brightly through the glass panes of his office as you celebrate your last day with the rest of the executive team workers.

He had never imagined that you would leave him one day, and now it's burning a hole through his soul.

At first you had just been a young girl so poor and in a mess, she had to settle for an assistant position despite having an elite degree. You had once told a coworker the reason was because you couldn't afford to go through an intern position in your career field. You had to sacrifice the life you wanted in order to do what you needed to survive. Overhearing the conversation between the two of you from outside the breakroom.

He had always held a deep-rooted annoyance and dislike towards you for skipping out on the hard work for your career in exchange for money. Clawing his way to the top of his own company as a poor orphan from Daegu. But listening to that conversation struck something in him and softened his heart, he understood what it was like to make sacrifices to your own happiness in order to live.

After that instead of being a hardass just to be one, he was a hardass in order to teach you and allow you to grow in the business world. Instead of being the meek woman behind the powerful CEO, you became the fortress around him.

No one worked in their society and didn't know your name.

Other assistants revered you and directors knew they could never get around you, handling the inner workings of Yoongi's company like a well-oiled machine. Nothing got past you or swept under the rug without you knowing, and no-one got the drop on him because you had already seen it coming.

Two years into your job with him and he treasured you as his most valuable employee and friend, never daring to think more of the relationship than that. But when you had single-handedly prevented the total collapse and takeover of the company from a rival, you stole the panther's heart irrevocably.

Now here he is three years later and you're leaving him when you weren't even truly his. He had no right to stop you and he knew he had no right to use his feelings to get you to stay. The same scent of another had always clung to you from the time he could identify it from your own. It had told him all he needed to know, you were taken and there was nothing he could do about it.

Stepping into the café that night after bidding your former coworkers and boss a final goodbye, you had never felt freer.

"Eomma!" Your son yells, hopping down from his stool behind the counter next to your eldest brother. Bounding towards you like always.

"Hi my little kitten! Were you good for Uncle Jinnie today?" Wrapping your arms around him and looking at his cute face, his black cat tail flicking behind him in happiness.

"Mhm! He's teaching me how to make Brownies!" He chirps back at you, slipping from you and back over to his uncle.

As a working mom the best part of your day is coming into the café your family owned after work to hear the happy shout of 'eomma!' from your little boy. Now after five years of hard work you can step back and run the shop with your brother without any worries of supporting your son.

Years long before Yeonjun was born you had dreamed of opening a Café with your eldest brother, working hard to get a scholarship to Seoul National University and graduating with honors. But life had its ways of throwing wrenches into your plans, you had gotten into a relationship with someone you thought loved you and you loved them. But when you found out you were pregnant, he disappeared like a coward, and like a domino effect your life came crashing down after you gave birth to your little kitten when your parents passed in an accident.

They had left debts unknown to you and your siblings and being the older siblings; You, Seokjin, and Namjoon shouldered the burden of that debt to protect Taehyung while he was still in High School. The money Seokjin and you had saved for the cafe opening had gone to the repayment and had still only managed to cover half of it. Namjoon sacrificed his full focus on college in order to work part-time jobs to help. Jin got a job as a pastry chef and after Yeonjun was old enough to leave with a daycare you snagged the assistant position under Yoongi.

It had taken the three of you two years to pay off the debt, barely scraping by on the strictest of budgets, and two more years for you to save up to open the café. Thankfully the two of you had already bought the building before everything came to a halt, and you only needed the money to make it operational.

Your little kitten tells you all about his day at school with his teacher Mr. Park and helping your older brother in the café as you stand and walk around the counter to greet Seokjin, before heading through the kitchen to the stairs that lead to the apartment above. Despite what most people would think, the home is much larger that it appears on the outside, spanning two stories like a townhouse and equipped with 5 bedrooms and 3 1/2 baths. You send Yeonjun back downstairs so you can change out of your work clothes and get started on dinner, living with your three brothers and a five year old can be hard sometimes but you all work together to make sure things get done around the house.

Walking back into the kitchen in your comfy clothes you hear the door open to reveal your twin brother Namjoon and younger brother Taehyung.

"Hey, how was work?" you ask the two as you begin to pull ingredients out of the fridge.

Namjoon starts first as he plops down on one of the stools at the island, "It was good, I'll be able to release my mixtape soon." You beam at him, proud of his hard work as a musician while working as a producer for other artists.

"What about you Tae?" The youngest of the Kim siblings worked as an art teaching assistant at a local college, giving music lessons on the side.

"It was pretty good, Jungkook made a complete fool of himself again today by volunteering as the nude model for the freshman course, he got chased out of the class by our old professor with a ruler."

Both you and Namjoon laugh at this, picturing the scene in your heads of Taehyung's mischievous best friend, who was a vocal teaching assistant at the same school.

The rest of your day went smoothly preparing dinner and getting Yeonjun settled and ready for bed, grateful that you could finally spend time with him and see him consistently every day. You should have known your luck would run out again though when your former boss walks into the café the next morning.

"Welcome to Cats Cradle Café how can I help- Mr. Min!?"

The both of you freeze as you stare with slack jaws, expressions mirroring each other.

"You decided to quit so you could... work here, Miss Kim?" He speaks the question slowly, as if trying to figure out if he stepped into an alternate reality.

"Um, well... I guess you could say that. I own this shop actually." You reply hesitantly.

You can see the gears in his brain turning as he stares at you in silence after you divulge the reality of the situation. He doesn't have the chance to respond to the revelation however, when your son knocks him out of his stupor, catching both of your attention when he opens the door to the café.

Taehyung and Jungkook hot on his heels as he runs to where you are behind the counter, "Eomma! Look what Uncle Kookie bought me!"

The boy holds up for you to see a pink microphone with a cartoon rabbit on it, wrapped up in a box.

"Oh, baby that's so cool! Did you thank Uncle Kookie like you're supposed to?"

Your son wouldn't notice the change of intonation in your voice, but you stab Jungkook a thousand times with your glare for getting a noisy toy like this for Yeonjun. 

Jungkook shuffles at your glare to hide behind Taehyung as Yeonjun thanks him for the toy.

"You're welcome, buddy! Uncle Kookie has to go now but I promise I'll teach you how to use it another day okay? Bye Noona!" Inching his way backwards Jungkook nearly sprints out the door when he finishes his sentence, hoping to escape your motherly wrath. 

Upon his departure you turn your attention back onto your nearly forgotten former boss, "Would you like your usual Mr. Min?"

You watch the way his black tail flicks nervously behind him as he nods, the black ears on his head flattened to blend in with his dark hair.

"Hey Ahjussi you have a cat tail like me." Yeonjun has reached up to grab Yoongi's hand to get his attention, and the both of you stare at your son in shock.

Thankfully Taehyung steps in for you, "Yeonjun, you know better than to touch people without their permission."

The boys' ears flatten as his tail curls around his leg, not yet long enough to curl around his body.

"Sorry Uncle TaeTae, sorry Ahjussi." He bows to Yoongi and takes Taehyung's hand to go sit at their usual table for his weekend music lessons with his uncle.

"Mr. Min are you alright?" He had been captivated with watching your son walk away, ears following the movement.

"Uh, yea sorry this is just a lot to take in." Jin walks in behind you from the café office where he was ordering supplies and takes over for you at the counter.

"Thank you, y/n." You take off the apron and grab the Iced americano you had made for Yoongi, walking around the counter to your ex-boss.

"You're welcome, Jin." Calling back to him over your shoulder, you stop in front of the panther hybrid and silently hand him his coffee, speaking up after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"If you have some time, would you like to sit and talk?" his ears perk up at your question and you almost giggle at the behavior, never seeing his hybrid features betray his calm façade often. 

After agreeing, the two of you settle at a table near Yeonjun and your brother so you could monitor their shenanigans.

"I never knew you had a son; I didn't even know you were married much less." Yoongi begins the conversation as he looks at the little boy, missing the frown that comes across your face at his words.

"That's because I'm not married." His head whips to focus on you, eyes wide in surprise, and he can see now the sour look that mars your features.

To you his reaction is just that of surprise, but in reality, it's a look of hope, being completely oblivious to the fact that your big bad boss has been harboring a crush behind his cold behavior all these years.

He decided to do his best to act like his feelings never existed all those years ago and he had been doing well for three whole years until the single phase 'eomma' nearly tore his heart out. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume, is the man at the counter your boyfriend then?"

You bark out a laugh at this, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment at his own question.

"That's my eldest brother actually, the man sitting with Yeonjun is my younger brother and my twin brother is at work right now."

If his cheeks had been pink before they're on fire now, his keen sense of smell had always identified three male scents lingering occasionally along with a constant feline presence. Now that you've explained it to him though, all these years of repressed jealousy are downright mortifying to him. Not to mention the fact that the male behind the counter isn't even a hybrid.

"Yeonjun's father actually isn't in the picture, it's why I never told you or anyone else in the office. You'd be surprised at how many job offers got rescinded when they found out I was a single mom." You speak quietly, looking out of the window to avoid Yoongi seeing the hurt expression on your face.

He doesn't have to see your face to know you're hurt though; he can tell by the change in your scent and the tone of your voice.

Not saying anything further on the topic to prevent upsetting you more, he notices the way your son locks his attention on you when he gets a waft of your sad scent in the air. 

The boy hops down from his chair, ignoring his uncles' protests and makes his way over to you, his hybrid instincts telling him to protect and comfort you.

He climbs into your lap and snuggles his face into your neck when you wrap your arms around him, letting out little purrs meant to comfort you.

Yoongi smiles at the scene before him and he selfishly wishes to himself that the boy was his own and watching the two of you was a normal part of his day. 

Since your run in with Yoongi at the café he started to spend his weekends hanging out around you and your family in the shop. Even meeting Jimin, Yeonjun's teacher and the third troublemaker to your younger brother's friend group, and your best friend Hoseok. The only person he has yet to meet Namjoon, which is where this VERY awkward situation is stemming from as Yoongi unknowingly discusses with you a PR plan that he's been having trouble with to collaborate with your brother.

Joon had recently released his mixtape and it had blown up on the charts, leading to the marketing team suggesting adding him to the list of possible collaboration candidates. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had completely been sold on his music the second he listened to it, and now you find yourself in the pickle of whether or not to tell your ex-boss that the rapper he's gushing about is your twin brother. 

"Hell no." Joon blanches when you ask him that night.

You had gotten Jin to help you by requesting Namjoon take over the café with you for a little while so he could run some errands. Hopefully giving you enough time to convince the man, and if that failed you had hoped Yoongi could convince him when he stopped by for his regular visits.

Despite the rocky feelings you had towards the CEO while working for him, he had proved himself a completely different person outside of a working relationship. Even spending some of his nights after work learning to make various coffee drinks and sweets with you and Yeonjun; one of which ended with flour all over his designer suit, a very giggly little boy and a gummy smile from the panther.

"Please Joonie? Can you at least just consider it, for me?" he stops sweeping the floor to give you a look when the bell on the door rings as its opened.

"Uncle Yoongi!" Yeonjun jumps up at the sight of Yoongi, having grown closer to him over the weeks with the added help of both being feline type hybrids.

"Uncle?" Namjoon's deep baritone voice stops the panther in his tracks, slowly looking up to take in the tall beefy frame of your twin.

"Ahaha, Joonie this is Min Yoongi, the one I've mentioned that's been coming to hang out at the shop with us on the weekends. Yoongi this is my twin brother, Namjoon." 

Your ex-boss's posture is ramrod straight as he bows and introduces himself to the taller man, almost looking ready to bolt. Joon gives a noncommittal hum in response and narrows his gaze at him.

"What makes you think you have the right to come here and have a close relationship to him when you put his mother and my sister through hell?" The color in your face drains as you look at your brother in horror, Yoongi's face mirroring a similar reaction to your own.

"Namjoon!" You gasp out.

"What!?" He whips his attention to you. "Don't tell me his sweet behavior these past few months have let you forget the nights you came home crying from the stress. Or your own child's Birthdays and milestones you missed seeing while you were forced to work overtime or denied time off. Or even having to sit at work for hours on end while your son was in the hospital because this asshole didn't think a family emergency was enough of a reason to leave early!"

He then turns the focus of his ire on Yoongi, tears of frustration streaming down his face. "Do you even have the slightest clue of the misery you have caused this family? Do you even understand how heartbreaking it is to tell a child his own mother can't come home on his birthday? Or how gut-wrenching it is to see the guilt on my sisters face when she was finally able to come home hours after he had gone to bed? She spent five years watching her son grow up through the screen of a phone while she catered to your every whim, and you expect me to be okay with you kindly sliding into our lives like none of that happened?"

The tears are streaming down your face now, never knowing the hurt Namjoon had felt seeing you struggle. You had been so happy to be free and content with a relationship with Yoongi that didn't contain a superior-assistant balance that you had let go of the frustrations you felt while working for him. Seeing now that he had not let go of those negative feelings out of protection of the other half of his soul and his beloved nephew.

"Uncle Joonie don't cry." Your sweet little boys voice comes out muffled as he clings to his uncle in the biggest hug his tiny body can muster.

Namjoon crouches down to wrap his arms around the boy, tucking his face into Yeonjun's shoulder and bringing a large hand to the back of his head. "I'm okay bub, Uncle Joonie is sorry for yelling in front of you. Why don't you go upstairs with Eomma and help her make dinner, hm?"

He looks up at you then, an apology in his eyes that only the bond between twins can decipher, and you nod your head in understanding. Taking the boys hand when he comes to your side you give a look to Yoongi and bow your head in goodbye. Namjoon watches the two of you walk into the back of the shop and heaves a sigh when you disappear from his sight.

Yoongi watches as your brother gets up from his crouched position and levels his gaze back on him. "Let's go for a walk, Min."

Yoongi has never felt more intimidated by a person than your twin brother. Sure, the other two were both tall and by no means scrawny, but the sheer size of Namjoon's biceps makes him feel like the dude could pick him up and toss him like a sack of potatoes.

The hybrid shakes himself out of his thoughts and softly clears his throat before he responds, "Yea, okay."

Your brother takes off his apron and motions for Yoongi to follow him out of the café, turning the 'Open' sign around and locking the doors. He sets off down the sidewalk without looking back to see if the older man was following him. Namjoon stops walking after a while and lets out another sigh as he leans his head facing the sky, then lolling his head back to focus on Yoongi after a second.

"My brothers have been telling me about your new habit of visiting and quite honestly I don't know what to think about it. For years I've watched my sister come home exhausted and force herself to get up and go to work even when she was sick because of you. She's missed out on so many of Yeonjun's firsts and birthdays as a result of how hard you had her working and now all of the sudden, you're a different person?"

Yoongi doesn't know what to do, guilt is washing through him at the man's words, and he struggles to think of what would convince him that he truly cares about you. That he never intended to cause you misery and he never would have done what he did if he had known he was pushing you too hard. You had never let him see you were struggling, he thought you were thriving, he felt pride in the results of your hard work, and it made him think you were capable of that much more.

"I know you have your doubts in me. But I never intended to cause her such pain." He looked into Namjoon's eyes with determination. "I've admired your sister since I hired her, she was always capable and hardworking and after a while I saw a potential in her that others couldn't. I admit at first, I worked her like a hardass because I didn't understand why someone like her was skipping out on the steps of her career in exchange for money. But then I saw something in her that reminded me of myself, and I admired her for her sacrifices, and I worked her harder because I knew she was capable and that she could accomplish something incredible under the pressure."

"And what? You thought you could push her like that without checking in? You thought you could put all of that responsibility on her without the corresponding title? Or pay? Or benefits?" Namjoon fires back, skeptical of the hybrid before him.

The CEO takes a deep breath, knowing that the man was right. "You're right, and I know I'm selfish for it, but I wanted her by my side for as long as I could. I wanted her to continue to be the fortress around me. She kept me levelheaded and calm, and she protected the company silently and I took that for granted. And fuck- You're so right in that I just expected her to take my shit and still stay by my side forever, but I was blind and stupid and Naïve, and yet I can't live without her in my life even after knowing I don't deserve her."

He's looking into your brothers' eyes with the most sincerity he's ever felt in his life, and he prays that if there's a god out there that it will help him just this once. That your brother will believe him, that he will at least let him stay in your life if only as a friend, that he will get a second chance to do this the right way.

"How long have you been in love with her?" The response throws him for a loop, but he won't back away from his feelings anymore. He won't risk losing you again.

"Three years, but I think I loved her long before I realized it." Confessing the truth with confidence lifts a heavy weight off his chest for the first time in a long time.

"Do you still love her knowing what you know now about her? Knowing that she's a mother?" Namjoon levels him with the question like it's the final challenge, and he doesn't hesitate a second in his answer.

"More than ever."

#yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #single parent au #Sibling bts #yoongi x you #bts fluff #bts angst #hybrid yoongi

[fuck-customers]

The ask about customers trying to touch everything at their store just made me want to complain about it at mine.

Behind the register is completely closed off, there's no way for customers to get back here - a big cake display blocks one of the openings, a coffee machine the other and the register/serving window has plexiglass over them. DESPITE THIS people still try to reach under the plexiglass to grab at things.

They ask to see what chocolates we have (they're all in a basket on the wall behind register) and when I bring the basket over to get them out to show off they always - without fucking fail - try to squeeze under the glass and grab them to get a closer look. One old woman once tried to snatch the chocolates out of my hand saying "I need to see it better". I obviously recoil and am like "no sorry I can't let you touch them" as this was peak covid so we had store rules against letting customers touch things they weren't gonna buy. She gets pissy and tells me to bring it closer, so I hold it well above the gap in the window high enough it's still out of reach but right against the glass for her to see and the musty cow STILL tries to grab them from me saying "give them to me, I can't see them" over and over getting more aggressive. How many times do I have to tell you to keep your fucking hands off? Don't grab my wrist to try and get closer cause you best fucking believe I'll slam you against the glass when I harshly pull back with you still latched on.

And people act offended when I wretch things away from them, honestly what do you expect? First off, covid - but also I don't know if you're just wanting a look or trying to steal.

Also people who grab the receipt out of the printer like who the fuck do you think you are? Don't just grab a receipt and take it/trash it yourself you entitled bitch, how do you know I didn't need to keep that? I once got angry at a regular for doing that (I already hated the guy cause he's an annoying creep). He grabbed the bunch of receipts I had just printed; one of which included the coffee order details of the last person, which I needed. I snatched them out of his hand and told him to back up and never do that again.

I fucking hate people. Need to keep their fucking grubby ass hands to themselves or so help me one of these days I'm gonna go out the back, get one of the kitchen knives and threaten to lop em off if they try to reach for me again after I tell them to stop. 🔪

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Hello! I have a very sexually charged question, please forgive me if it's too much.

Do you enjoy kissing a man while touching his butt?

This is so cute 😂 anon I’m a slutty ass whore and this is the sexually charged equivalent of like 1.5st base… but yes! Even if I personally prefer my butt to be the ass of the hour, these hands are non-denominational. I’m grabbing everything I can get my grubby lil fingers on 🤌 I’m a koala bear at heart so my favorite thing when kissing someone is to grab them and pull them as close to me as possible. Depending on how sexually charged the smooch is, my arms are either wrapped over their shoulders caressing their head, wrapped around their waist and holding onto their back, or exploring the front/back of their trousers like I was a seamstress trying to take skin tight measurements. If the smooch is going REALLY well, a hand or two may slip inside said pantaloons to grope around as well 🫣

#asked and answered babey!

[meatmasks]

Can you PLS write yandere headcanons for the proxies? Or like, them being obsessed with reader? How would that go?

🥩-HAHA. you have opened a very intense can of worms. And for the sake of this account being a mostly SFW account, I won't put my NSFW head canons. but, I'll most definitely give you everything else!

(Keep in mind these are head canons and scenarios, not exactly canon accurate. )

•Jeff

Heavy stalking, will go out of his way to eliminate everyone you hold dear in your life. No remorse; no regret. He most likely has your name carved into his eugh,flakey ass skin. A daily reminder of one of his forcefully attainable goals.

He sees you more as an object that's his, less of a person. And I'm sure if you, the "object" in question objects to his murderous gestures, it won't go well. LMAO.

•Ticci Toby

Toby is the obbsessed individual that will squirm his way into your life like an unforgettable worm. Hes also heavily manipulative and slick, so hell play pretend for awhile with you. At first he may come off as awkward, sweet and endearing. But that quickly shifts as the span of time elongates. At first it's simple gestures and words, like "I just want you to spend more time with me. " and "you shouldn't spend that much time with them, I'm your boyfriend/friend." (Reffering to your other friends, maybe family or coworkers.) Becoming uncomfterabley clingy, touchy.

He slowly isolates you until youve had enough, but when you snapped like a rubber band he seems to be the scissors that cuts the rubber in pieces, mind breaking you. I also think if you've tried to escape numerous times, those hatchets would lovingly come into play to mark your never ending hell and the end of your standing and walking.

•Ben Drowned

Crazy cyber stalker, definition of that one scenemo audio of "I have your IP, your home address too, your government files say a lot about you. "

He steals all your information and eats it up like a 3 course meal. Then he uses the information against you like blackmail, and some how plans it in a way till he gets his grubby hands on you.

•Laughing Jack

If this entity / man is obbsessed with you, say goodbye to everything including yourself. He will play with you like a doll, then he will use you like a decorative coffee table and fill your empty bowel cavity with candy. Essentially your most likely a nice piece of furniture in the end. LMAO that's all I could imagine when I thought about LJ in this scenario. But hey, at least your his favorite bowl 💀

•Eyeless Jack

I imagine the guy finds you hurt, maybe stranded idk. Maybe your sick, maybe you got hit by a car? Anyways, he finds you unconscious. And while fixing you up he steals your kidney, and it escalates from there. LMAO?? Hot doctor makes a meal of your kidneys then isolates you because your good company.

🥩- enjoy some of these thoughts LMAO though lazily written

#creepypasta #headcanon #horror

[wiltingwoes]

Vermillion eyes stare down at the ruby cabochon necklace clasped tightly around her neck, running slender digits amongst the sheen surface absentmindedly. The absence of the vampire’s reflection only crescendoed her loneliness, eye bags becoming all the more noticeable to the public eye — but none to the cabaret performer.

Makeup artists or Velvette always tended to the beauty aspect of her career for this very reason — which only amplified the gut-wrenching feeling of being nothing more than a dress up doll. A wind up toy on stage in daylight hours, limbs mechanically moving to a rhythm Valentino created specifically for her — and an elixir brewer by night, conjuring up all sorts of concoctions involving his pheromones. A repetitive cycle that never ended, never changed, never swayed to a different melody.

It’s been so long since she visited her favorite district. Homesickness bit at Betty’s heart strings, anxiety gnawing away like a mole rat. How was she doing? Is she okay? Does she think of me still? Does she miss me? Is she looking for me?

A quiet sigh. The grip on the ruby strengthened in desperation, tears threatening to spill from the vampire’s eyes out of frustration. She had never gotten far when it came to visitation hours — a part of her pondered if Valentino knew about her feelings for the other woman and was attempting to drive them further apart. In a manner, it was a blessing in disguise — if their bond had been exploited, Betty wouldn’t know what to do in such a terrifying dilemma. It was for the best that she stayed away — for both of their safety.

Then again….they are both overlords. It would be so fucking refreshing to watch her TEAR VALENTINO APART LIMB FROM LIMB. That thought brought a bitter snicker.

“ Just you wait…I will be back, my darling, “

Betty muttered under her breath, long ears flicking at the sound of footsteps approaching her room,

“ …And when I return, I will give us the life of luxury and love we deserve. “

“ VALENTINE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, WE’RE ROLLING! “

Tucking the necklace into her dress and quickly fixing on the one Valentino ‘gifted’ her, Betty groaned and headed out.

—

Being so high up in the air on a spinning hoop was the most FREEING she’s felt since she signed that damn contract. Nobody could touch her, nobody could put their grubby hands on her — it was just she, flashing lights, and the large window displaying the LOVELY view of Hell outside. Everything outside the glass prison was no bigger than figurine-sized markings, but Betty had been around enough to pinpoint what each landmark was.

Swinging to and fro in dips and circles, the feelings of LONGING AND HEARTACHE SCREAMED FROM HER ANGERED SOUL, swallowing back the torrent of tears she desperately wanted to YELL OUT.

As the hoop pushed forwards again, Betty extended her body in an elegant pose — and SHOT OUT A CLAWED HAND, STRETCHING IT AS FAR AS SHE COULD TOWARD THE WINDOW IN A YEARNING REACH. The gazette can’t be that far, right? It’s just SEVERAL MILES AWAY. I CAN MAKE IT THAT FAR IF I JUST FIGURE OUT HOW TO CONTROL MY BLOOD MAGIC AGAIN — I HAVE TO RELEARN HOW TO TURN INTO THE FOG CLOUD AGAIN. THEN I CAN GO TO HER FOR HELP.

The hoop YANKED the vampire away, glassy eyes widening as she felt herself get SHREDDED away from the glass pane.

WAIT FOR ME.

PLEASE, WAIT FOR ME.

WHY DID I NOT JUST MAKE A FUCKING CONTRACT WITH HER INSTEAD?

WE COULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING.

ANYTHING OTHER THAN THIS.

I LOVED HER.

I FUCKING LOVED HER.

I LOVE HER.

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #lesbian longing but make it angsty #little drabble ✨