#Actually I think I should stop reading fanfics before sleeping

[sefusian]

The beauty of Marvin and Jason's relationship (an analysis)

was reading a post-breakup falsettos fic and one of the chapters was abt Marvin fixing his relationship w Jason; Marvin telling him that he loves him no matter what is literally one of my favourite things ever abt them.

If u rlly think of it, Marvin never speaks ill of his son or treats him badly throughout the entirety of Falsettos (him mocking Jason during "Everyone Tells Jason To See A Psychiatrist" barely counts). Out of everyone in Act 1/MoTF, Jason is the only person he loved unconditionally and knew he loved.

And it's not like it's "implied" or "hidden between the lines:" he clearly cares abt his relationship w his son, as evident in "Marvin Sees a Psychiatrist" (J: I love my mother / M: Why not me?") and, obviously, "Father to Son." And him pushing him to see a psychiatrist? Jason is his pride and joy but he can see that he is also very much like him, especially when compared to his younger self (see: In Trousers). He tries to help his son solve any problems he may have now, in fear of having him grow up to be like his father - Marvin states this sentiment explicitly in "I Never Wanted To Love You:" ("I never wanted to love you / I only wanted to see my face in yours / Jason's wild, save this child").

The cherry on top: my absolute favourite detail ever abt them (especially the 2016 revival version) is the contrast between the way they look at/interact w each other at the end of both Act 1/MoTF and Act 2/FL. In MoTF, during "Father to Son," they're sitting across each other and don't hold prolonged eye/physical contact. Yes, they make up in the end, and even hug, but there's still some tension and uncertainty (which is to be expected, especially after such a strained past history).

But in FL, during "Jason's Bar Mitzvah," Marvin holds him gently and sings to him abt how proud he is of his son ("You hold my dreams / Kid, I burst at the seams / 'Cause of you"). And Jason, in return, looks up at his father in adoration and pure love, smiling fondly because Marvin, too, has grown up to be someone he's proud to call his father.

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Anyways, ty for attending my ass-o-clock TED talk again abt Falsettos. I love this show too much for my own health and sanity !!!!

[yourelliewillms]

the guy from the record

store wasn't a guy?

ellie williams fanfic

━━ chapter 1 wc: 1.9k

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you've recently discovered this record shop, the perfect place to find everything of the new kind of music you've just gotten into, rock. your friends wouldn't share this interest with you but maybe the cute guy from the store will.

━━ he/him pronous are used for ellie sometimes but it's for plot purposes i swear !!

BASED ON THE GUY SHE WAS INTERESTED IN WASN'T A GUY AT ALL !!!! i love that manga so much i needed an ellie version so i did it myself. of course this is going to be shorter and pleeaase go read it i swear you won't regret it <3 i hardly recommend you to listen to the manga's playlist too, i'll add some of the songs to this fanfic. literally all i want is my lesbians to have the recognition they deserve. ALSO green is the characteristic color of that manga so i'll be using it here too, everything will be green bc we love green lesbians.

another warning, english is not my first language so you may find some mistakes.

it's been a long day at school but at least the week of exams has ended and you've done pretty good. "i deserve a prize" you think to yourself while your feet guide you out of the building. certainly the exams drained you, the only thing you want to do now is take a long nap to catch up on sleep.

walking down the sidewalk, you put on your headphones which have been your best friends for the last few months when you discovered this band nirvana. it is in fact a popular band but in your friend group? no, not at all. your friends prefer other kind of music. pop, kpop, even jazz, but rock? impossible.

so you find yourself unable to share your new music taste with your friends. even if you beg them to give it a chance, they'll refuse it every time. this is definitely the worst, how are you supposed to fully enjoy this work of art only by yourself? they definitely don't understand what good music is, if only they gave it a chance you could-

just when the music from your headphones stopped, you could still hear one of your favorite songs smells like teen spirit coming from a... record store?

your mind is full of questions, since when has been this store here? this is just 5 minutes away from school and you've never noticed it. maybe this is the prize you deserve for having successfully passed all your exams. buying your very first vinyl will surely be the boost of serotonin you need.

you took off your headphones before getting into the store and quickly walked to check all the beautiful vinyls. the excitement could be seen in your eyes, all the vinyls of your favorite bands in one store and you're even considering finding a job, buying everything of this store is not a want but a necessity. this must be heaven.

after what felt like seconds but were actually 20 long minutes, you finally make your choice and find the vinyl that'll have the privilege to be your very first and most appreciated acquisition.

you turn around, walk towards the shop counter and just then realize how rude of you was not to greet the old man at the store. however, you don't care that much, he should understand that you were too excited to even speak and... was it an old man? did you even look at the person who was next to you the last 20 minutes?

"i'll take this" you place the vinyl on the counter before looking up at the person in front of you.

but now, you reassure one more time that you're not on earth anymore. this is definitely heaven, or maybe something greater because the angel in front of you isn't from this planet at all. green eyes, auburn hair drawn back in a messy bun, a scar on one eyebrow, black clothes with a nirvana t-shirt, an arm tattoo and a mask. this is the most gorgeous guy you've seen in your entire life and you were rude to him, you didn't talk to him for this entire time.

"i love this one" he gave you your new purchase in a bag "you have good taste" that raspy voice that'll live in your mind rent free for an eternity, you're sure about that.

meanwhile, your mind has been spinning for the last 30 seconds. a cute guy with a stunning style and majestic music taste, you've seen only his eyes but you can already imagine a life with him where you get married and play your favorite songs in your wedding.

"thanks, you too. bye" and just like that the conversation ended. you're definitely not the most flirtatious person but you didn't ask him anything, maybe it was too soon to ask for his number but not even his name? really? you can already hear your friends scolding you but at least you remember half of his face and that's enough to be delusional the following months until you find another crush.

8 in the morning and you've been talking for half an hour to your friends about this cute guy from the record store. of course they scolded you for not asking his name but your excitement couldn't be taken away that easily. no other boy from your school has ever made you feel like this, no one called your attention like he did.

"is there any possibility that you see your boy again?" dina, your best friend asked "and maybe ask him out"

"dina!" you frowned as if she had just said the craziest thing you've heard in your life "it's too soon for that. but as soon as i see him again i'll ask him his name" you started kicking your feet "and he'll fall in love with me."

dina and your bursted out laughing and spent the whole morning planning your future life with someone you saw once.

maybe you've been talking too loud or maybe she doesn't like you, but the girl next to you has been glancing at you and dina and she seemed a little too much interested in your conversation.

ellie. you've been classmates for almost a year but you two never spoke. she's like any other girl at school. she wears the same uniform as you, a white shirt and a gray skirt. she also wears these square glasses and she has her headphones on most of the time.

she seems like one of those nerds but one that doesn't participate that much in class. she comes to class, listens to the professors and goes home. you've never seen her talking to any other classmates but she seems comfortable only drawing on her notebook and listening to something on her headphones, it's not that you don't like her, but you haven't had the opportunity to get to know her.

but today she seemed quite distracted and instead of focusing on the class, she was focused on you. she seemed nervous, maybe she wanted to join the conversation and make some friends?

however, the bell rang. you were too busy talking about your new guy to try to figure out why ellie's been looking at you more than usual. you began to pack up your belongings; notebook, pencil case, some other books and, are you forgetting something?

the moment you're getting up from your seat, you can feel ellie's presence approaching you. you stare up at her for a few seconds and before you can say something, her hand reached your ear and put on one of your earbuds.

"you dropped this" your eyebrows furrowed, did she always had those pretty green eyes?

the song that you'd been listening on loop nothing at all was playing on your earbuds loud enough for her to listen to it "that song rocks, doesn't it?" and just like that she walked out the door leaving you completely confused. you're sure you've seen those eyes before, you think that maybe for a split second you stopped looking at ellie as your classmate and maybe... someone else.

on the other hand, ellie has been walking in silence staring at her feet while her mind is about to explode because the girl who sits next to her, her classmate and one of the most popular girls at school, has met and is interested in a guy who works at the record store. but no guy works there, just ellie.

she got a part time job and she's been working there for a few months but that was the first time she saw you there. you didn't recognize her though, since the style she has at her job is the opposite of the one she has at school.

probably the best option is to tell you the truth, the guy you're interested in isn't a guy and is actually the boring, nerdy girl from school, the girl you'd never talk to because that would only ruin your reputation, or at least that's what ellie thinks.

ellie thought that her job should be boring and only boring, she didn't want to have to deal with something else than that. and now that girl has a crush on her, or she has a crush on the person she thinks ellie is.

fortunately, ellie's job is calm. not many people visit the store so she spends her first hours of work tidying the place, not paying much attention to the store itself.

while cleaning at the back of the store, ellie heard the ring of the little bell on the door warning the presence of a client. she sighed and fixed her clothes before getting into the store again but got surprised when she noticed that the client was actually you.

if it weren't for the music playing at the store, the place would have been in complete silence. no one was on sight when you walked in so the sound coming from the back of the store scared you and you jumped. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here" you giggled nervously.

"have you been looking forward to it that much?" you were starting to stutter when the green eyed spoke in what seemed a flirty way. "no- i mean! the new foo fighters album" she interrupted herself "you were looking forward to it because you wanted to buy it, right?" she tried to hide her shaky voice, did she just accidentally flirt with you?

"i swear it's so good, you can hear it a thousand times and it'll still sound amazing. also, i know you like nirvana too because you bought the vinyl. you'll love it, i totally recommend it."

you were in a dream, did you just exchange more than two words with that guy? and he was showing a lot of interest it seemed unreal. you'd be a fool if you mess this up.

"i really want to buy it but uhm..." your pockets were empty, you spent all your money in that vinyl and being an unemployed student is not helpful to your situation "i'm a bit short of money right now" not to say that you're dry.

"i'm sorry but i-" yet she didn't let you finish your sentence "i bought this one for myself. you can have it and tell me your opinion when you return it."

he couldn't be more charming to you. only 5 minutes talking and you had already fell down on your knees. "thank you. you can give me your number so that i can bring it back." your hand sweating for you've finally made a move on who you thought was the guy from your dreams.

"no," no? he rejected you just like that, he didn't even a think a second to answer your question "it's just... i can't use my phone at work."

laying on the counter in front of you was a black ink pen which you quickly grabbed and started writing your phone number on his wrist next to his tattoo.

ellie looked at you stunned, she was glad she was wearing a mask because her cheeks had turned crimson. she noticed your hand shaking and that was the moment she realized the trouble she'd gotten into.

"i thought that if i wrote it on a paper, you'd lose it." the music playing in the background just made the atmosphere between you two dreamlike. you waved and smiled at him as you left the store hoping your burning cheeks would go unnoticed. not only did you have someone to share your interests with but also it was someone who you were crushing on really hard.

the first person on the taglist will be my editor/manager/first person who read this @ohnopoteito thank uuu 💋💋

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Overstimulation. Gags. Vibrators. Vaginal sex. Bondage. Oral sex. Gojo being an asshole.

You wake up lying on the floor of Gojo’s room, your upper half cradled in Gojo’s arms. His face looks frantic, scared, as he looks down at you. He’s saying your name. Not Chubby Bunny, but your actual name. You’ve never heard him say it before. 

“What happened?” he asks you, his voice coming out at a higher pitch than normal. 

“I’m anemic. I faint sometimes. I’m fine.”

You start to get up, but he’s clutching you too firmly. You wiggle a bit to try to shake him off. “Let go so I can get up.”

His grip gets even firmer. “No, I’ll carry you to the bed.”

“I said I’m fine! You can’t carry me, I’m too heavy!”

He flashes a smile. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re not too heavy for me.”

With that, he slides one hand under your thighs and stands up, lifting you into the air as he does. You panic and grab onto his neck, afraid of falling. You haven’t been picked up like this since you were a child. How strong is he?!

He laughs breezily as he walks you over to his bed and lays you down. “There, see? Not heavy at all.”

You don’t know if he’s joking or not, so you don’t say anything. 

He stands next to the bed and looks down at you, his face suddenly turning serious. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re anemic? It’s not in your file.”

You look away from him. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I faint all the time, just every now and then.”

“It is a big deal! I’m your trainer, I’m responsible for you! What if I hadn’t been close enough to catch you? You could’ve been hurt!”

You hear his voice but you’re avoiding seeing his face. This weird concern is making you uncomfortable. 

He sighs and says, “What do you normally do when this happens? Do you need to see a doctor?”

You shake your head. “No, I just rest a little while and I’m fine.” You start to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand up, but his hand on your shoulder stops you. 

“What are you doing?”

You finally look at him. “I’m going to my bed so I can go to sleep.”

He gently pushes you back down. “Oh no, you’re sleeping here tonight. No arguments, this is an order from your trainer!” He pulls the covers over you and tucks you in. That’s when you notice the collar is gone. He must have taken it off when you fainted. 

“Where are you gonna sleep?” you ask, slightly nervous. The two of you have never slept beside each other yet. 

He smiles. “I’ll take the pet bed.”

He’s way too tall to fit in the pet bed, but the idea of it amuses you. “Okay,” you say. “I should be fine in the morning.”

“Either way, we’re taking tomorrow off,” he tells you. “No training sessions. We’ll hang around in our pajamas and watch movies.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. I’ll make some popcorn.”

That… actually sounds good. But you can’t help being suspicious. “Why are you being nice to me?” 

He gives you that strange look again, one you’ve seen occasionally. Then his expression turns warm and he rubs the back of his head, slightly messing up his hair. “Why? I thought it would be obvious by now. It’s because I lo-“

His cell phone rings loudly, cutting off his words. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Oh, it’s Shoko calling me back,” he says, then answers with a sharp, “Where were you?!”

You listen to Gojo’s side of the conversation. 

“I don’t care if you were with a patient! My doll fainted and scared the shit out of me!”

“…. Please don’t hang up I’m sorry I yelled!”

“Yeah. How did you know it was her? Ugh, Suguru can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“… You sound just like him. Look, can we talk about this later? I need your advice as a doctor right now.”

“She said she’s anemic. … I don’t know, hold on.” He looks over at you and says, “Do you take any medication for it?”

“No,” you reply, “It’s never been that much of an issue.”

He puts the phone back to his ear. “No meds. She says it’s just an occasional thing. … Okay, and what foods have that? Never mind, I’ll Google it. Thanks, Shoko!”

There’s another pause, a long one. Then Gojo says, “Stop worrying. I’ll take really good care of her. … I’m not hurting her. You know me better than that.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket and returns to your bedside. “Get some sleep. I’ll be up for a while, so if you need anything, just tell me.”

Feeling mildly creeped out by Gojo’s consideration, you fall asleep in his bed. The next morning he wakes you up with a tray of food in his hands. You sit up in bed and he sits the tray in front of you.  There are breakfast meats and eggs, dried fruits, and even a dark chocolate bar. 

“Shoko said you need iron. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I got a bunch of stuff.”

He plops down beside you as you begin to eat, and tears open a sticky packaged pastry before taking a big bite. He notices you watching him and holds the pastry out. “Want a bite? I don’t know if it has any iron in it though.”

A little flustered by this bizarrely nice Gojo, you return your attention to your tray and say, “No thanks.”

Gojo chats a bit as he eats, mostly talking about Geto and Nanami, funny stories about dolls they’ve trained, strange requests buyers have made, and other interesting things about the Doll House. You mostly stay silent as you eat, and when you’re finished, Gojo takes your tray away. 

Afterwards, he turns on the television and gets back onto the bed while holding the remote. It’s the first time the tv has been on since you’ve been here. 

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says. “What kind do you like?”

“Uh, horror, I guess.”

His face lights up. “I like horror too!”

Gojo acts like an excited little boy as he starts talking about some of his favorites, asking if you’ve seen them. Then he scrolls through the horror category on a streaming service until you both agree on a movie to watch. 

The day passes like this, lying in his bed, watching various movies, eating popcorn occasionally between the iron-rich meals he brings you. He never touches you, at least not in a sexual way, and he keeps asking how you’re feeling. You can’t understand why he’s doing this. Is he afraid there will be legal issues if you become ill while in his care? It’s not like he caused you to pass out, and he didn’t even know you were anemic. 

It almost feels like the two of you are friends, or even… a couple. 

It dawns on you that when you were in love with Gojo in high school, this was what you most often fantasized about: the two of you hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. 

Now, your heart is so confused. You can’t deny that your feelings for him have been reawakened. You’re right back to having a major crush on the hottest, most unattainable guy around. What makes it worse this time is that you have a physical relationship with him, which makes it so much harder to resist getting emotionally attached to him. Everything he does with you is so intimate, especially the way he makes you look him in the eyes during it all. 

Your body responds to him. You never thought you were a masochist, and you don’t enjoy actual physical pain, but you find yourself getting turned on by the degrading aspects. It makes you feel sick and incredibly horny at the same time. 

It was the most pathetic thing in the whole world, getting off on being fucked and degraded by your bully. 

That’s why you can’t wait for the training to be over, so you can get away from him, away from this emotional torment. Once you don’t have to see him anymore, feel his touch anymore, you can put him (and your feelings for him) back in the past where they belong. And maybe your heart can calm down. 

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The training is over halfway over, and Gojo still hasn’t told Chubby Bunny how he feels about her. He wants to, but he’s started to feel a little nervous. He’s never confessed his feelings to someone before, not like this. Suguru and Shoko have repeatedly told him that Chubby Bunny probably still sees him as the bully who harassed her in school. They’ve said it so many times that he’s starting to worry about it. 

But how could she? Hasn’t he made his feelings obvious by the way he passionately makes love to her? The way he worships her body? 

He knew from the first night that he wanted to keep her, from the moment she admitted that she’d had feelings for him in high school. If she had feelings then, she would definitely have them now, with him making her cum several times a day. Hell, she begs for his cock all the time! 

The day they spent together, after she fainted, was perhaps even more precious to him than the days he spent inside her. He was surprised by how much they had in common, how much he enjoyed just talking to her. He wants to take care of her, to hold her close, to protect her. 

But he also wants to cum, and make her cum. Fortunately, they both seem to get off on the same things. 

Right now, she’s tied to the bed, no clothing aside from the stockings he loves so much. Her limbs are each tied with rope to a different corner of the bed, her legs spread eagle. He’s attaching a round ball gag to her mouth, fastening the strap around the back of her head as she looks up him with those lovely eyes. 

The ball gag is full of small holes, so that air and other things can pass through. It holds her mouth open, but presses against her tongue so that she can make sounds, but not speak. After it’s secured, Gojo leans forward and sloppily licks the ball gag, letting his saliva drizzle through the holes and into her waiting mouth. 

Then he pulls out a pair of new toys he bought just for her: tiny twin vibrators, each one pink and oval shaped, around the size of the tip of her pinky finger. She looks at them curiously, clearly not knowing what they are. Such a cute, innocent little thing. 

“You’re going to love these, Bunny. I bet you’ve never tried vibrators before, have you? Since your clit is so sensitive and all.”

Her eyes widen, a look of alarm passing over them. Gojo smiles at her and uses the wireless remote to turn the vibrators on, holding them up she can watch them pulse and tremor. 

“Now hold still,” he says, turning them off for the moment. “I’m gonna tape these to your clit, and we’ll see what level you can stand. It goes up to ten!”

She squirms, her limbs pulling at the ropes. Gojo rubs her head affectionately and then moves down between her legs. He spreads the folds of her already wet pussy and gives her clit a few strokes with his finger, enjoying the way she jerks. Then he puts one of the vibrators on each side of her clit, and uses a special clear tape to secure them. The very tip of her clit is sticking out cutely between the vibrators, trembling before he even turns them on. 

He stands beside the bed and watches Bunny’s face as he sets the power to level one and pushes the button. 

Her body shakes, her arms fighting the restraints. She’s making sounds through the gag that make Gojo instantly hard. He holds up the remote so that she can see him turn the power to level two. 

She screams around the gag, her back arching up off the bed as she almost immediately cums. 

“Wow, that quick, huh?” he says, opening his pants and reaching in to pull his raging erection free. As he turns the power level to three, while she’s still reeling from her orgasm, he begins jacking off right beside her. Watching her writhe on the bed as she’s overstimulated is way too hot to ignore. 

He tries to time his orgasm to match her own as the vibrators, now set to level four, drive her to climax again. He’s close, but she cums first, tears pouring down her face. When he knows he’s going to cum, he moves close to her face and shoots his load onto the ball gag, watching it ooze into the holes and drip down her chin. 

He gently rubs her head again. “Do you like that, Chubby Bunny? Having my cum in your mouth?”

She nods, making a noise that sounds like, “uh huh”. He can see her tongue through the holes, lapping at the gag, trying to get every drop. 

Fuck, he’s almost hard again already. 

He turns the vibrators up to five and watches her jerk, her eyes huge as she screams. 

“Are you about to hit your limit? Can your poor little clit handle any more?” he asks, punctuating his words by reaching down and rubbing the tip of her clit with his fingers.  

She emits a strangled cry, trying to rip her arms free as she cums yet again. Her eyes flutter, and it looks similar enough to the safe signal for him to pause and pull the ball gag off, ropes of cum stretching from her mouth. 

“Are you feeling sick?” he asks, unable to hide the worry in his voice. 

“No,” she says, her voice strained. 

“Did you use the signal?”

“N-no, but I can’t handle it… it’s too much! I can’t cum anymore! Gojo, please-“ 

He shoves the sticky, cum soaked ball gag back into her mouth and fastens it again. “If you didn’t use the signal, we’ll keep going.”

She lets out a sobbing whine as he holds up the remote. 

“Ready for level six?”

She’s shaking her head back and forth frantically, her tear filled eyes sparkling in such a pretty way. He thinks he might have just fallen even deeper in love with her. 

He turns it up, and her whole body lifts off the bed. His original plan had been to leave her like this for at least an hour, but he’s afraid she’ll faint again, or start feeling weak and make the safe signal, only for him to miss it or not notice. He won’t take chances with her health or safety. Now that she’s back in his life, he won’t risk losing her. 

He moves down again, bending over her body to get his face close to her throbbing pussy. Then he oh so slowly runs his tongue over the tip of her clit sticking out between the two vibrators, leaving a trail of his drool. She’s breathing so hard, her full, round tits heaving, that he watches her eyes for a minute to make sure she’s okay. Five rapid blinks signal she needs to stop, but she only blinks once. 

His cock is twitching as he lightly strokes it, but he can’t bear to just use his hand again. Not when there’s a dripping wet pussy right in front of him, warm and soft and quivering. 

So he climbs onto the bed, lifts her hips slightly so that he can go in at the best angle to hit the deepest parts of her, and plunges his dick inside her. 

Fuck, she feels amazing. Every fucking time. It’s like her pussy was literally molded to stimulate his cock in precisely the best way. He fucks into her a little too roughly before remembering to be careful. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but it’s hard to hold back when he’s feeling so good. 

He reaches both hands down and squeezes her tits. They’re so squishy and plush! 

“Good Bunny,” he says, looking her in the eyes. He loves locking eyes with her while fucking her, watching every little emotion that dances through them. “For such an inexperienced little pussy, you take my giant cock so well.”

He’s getting close, his dick pulsing inside her. But he wants to get the timing right this time. He pulls the remote out of his pocket and holds it up. She looks at it as if it’s a bomb. 

“Let’s cum together, okay Bunny? For the grand finale, I’m turning it up to ten!”

She’s shaking her head again, looking up at him pleadingly, trying to form words but only garbled cries escaping the gooey gag. 

He turns it up to the highest setting. She lets out a piercing scream, her sore pussy clenching around him like a vice. 

“I really wanna fill this tight pussy, but you’ve been such a good Bunny for me! I think you deserve a treat!”

Seconds before she cums yet again, sobbing and shaking, he pulls out, tears off the gag, and sticks the tip of his cock into her messy mouth. At the same moment her orgasm hits her, he pumps her mouth full of his hot, thick cum. 

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It almost feels like you’re drowning. Gojo filled your mouth with so much cum, even filling your throat, just as you were gasping and screaming from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You gulp it down as fast as you can, trying to catch your breath, regretting that you barely had time to savor the sweet taste and creamy texture of it. 

He turns the vibrators off, only after watching you convulse and spasm through your climax. After he removes them, he unties your hands and feet, then pulls you into a sitting position. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

He keeps asking that, ever since you fainted. You’ve told him over and over that you’re fine. You’ve even promised to let him know if you start to feel weak or lightheaded, no matter what the two of you are doing at the time. 

“I’m okay,” you say flatly, covering your nakedness with your arms. Somehow it feels way more awkward to be nude in front of him when he’s being nice to you. 

“Need any help getting to the bathroom?”

You slowly stand up, then wince. He fucked you a little harder than usual. It didn’t hurt too much at the time but it left you sore. Not so sore that you can’t walk on your own, so you shake your head and go take a shower. 

The days pass, and when there’s only a week left, you ask Gojo if there are any buyers interested in you. 

“Oh, you’ve already been spoken for,” he says, surprising you. 

“Really? But I thought I was supposed to meet him a few times.”

Gojo shrugs. “It doesn’t always happen that way. Depends on the buyer.”

You feel a strange sense of relief. You’ve actually been worried that no one would want you. You don’t even know what happens in that case. The idea of being stuck with Gojo longer than necessary terrifies you. Your heart can’t take much more of this. 

Then, on your last night here, Gojo approaches you as you’re getting ready for bed. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow and surprise you, but I can’t hold off any longer,” he says. 

You look up at him curiously. Is he going to give you some sort of parting gift? “What is it?” you ask. 

His face is strangely serious. “There’s no buyer coming to take you tomorrow.”

You blink. “What?” 

“There’s no buyer,” he repeats, and your only thought is, “Of course no one wants me.”

“But I wasn’t lying when I said you’re spoken for,” he goes on. “I’m keeping you. Tomorrow your contract will transfer to me.”

You stare at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he’s joking. He doesn’t. 

“Why… would you do that?”

He gives you that look again, that one you can’t quite read, then says, “Why? Because I love you, that’s why. Because I want us to be together.”

The words slowly seep into your brain, and you’re reminded of those cheesy teen movies where the mean popular boy would ask the ugly girl to the prom, just to get her hopes up, and then laugh as he crushes them. 

You can’t take this anymore, these cruel jokes, these petty attempts to trick you. 

“Stop it!” you suddenly yell. “Just stop it, please! Stop hurting me!” 

Gojo’s face freezes, then a look of utter confusion spreads across it. 

You don’t care. You’re going to tell him what you think, what you feel, and damn him, he’s going to listen! 

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[kamii-2]

“you thought wrong”

so sorry for not posting a chapter in almost 2 months but i hope you guys enjoy this long-ish chapter! a part of this chapter is based off of a fanfic i read a while ago, im not sure who wrote it or who the fic was about but if i ever find out who it is i will definitely give them a shoutout type thing. i’d also like to say this chapter is where things start to like really happen (idk how else to word it, hopefully you get what im saying) and im very sorry if the beginning of the sorry is confusing in any way, also act like they’re all old enough to drink.

warning(s): cussing, drinking, kissing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

“you thought wrong” masterlist

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chapter 3: “is this some kind of prank?”

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the moment you accidentally opened the door then shut it, kk pulled away from the girl she was making out with and ran to ice, not telling the other girl what was going on. “ice, i think i messed up any chances i had with y/n. she just walked in on me making out with another girl.” kk told her best friend, trying to catch her breath from running down the flight of stairs. “why would you even make out with someone else if you wanted her so bad? are you actually stupid?” ice was mad that kk would even do something like that, wanting a girl then making out with another, it made no sense. “i haven’t done anything with anybody in a while and the girl offered so why not take up that offer?” kk said, half joking. kk thought about where you could’ve went, “she left second she came back down here.” ice said as she took a sip of her drink. “great.” was all kk said as she plopped down next to her best friend.

-

kk was all you could think about while you laid in bed, trying to sleep. after seeing her kissing another girl it made you realize how in love with her you were. you wished you were the one she was kissing, not some random girl at a house party who probably just wanted to use kk for sex. the image of her and the other girl kept replaying in your head again and again, you couldn’t take it anymore so you tried to watch tiktok to forget about kk and the stupid girl she was with. when you opened tiktok the first thing you seen was an edit of kk. “oh my God.” you said out loud as you got off the app and turned on your tv. you decided to just watch some netflix until you fell asleep.

when you woke up with a mild headache, you didn’t drink too much so your hang over wasn’t as bad as it usually was when you drank. you got up and took some medicine to ease the headache and drank water to help the pill go down your throat. you grabbed your phone and seen that symphony had texted you a few times asking if you were okay, you told her about how all you thought about was kk last night and how when you opened tiktok she was the first thing you seen. you two continued to text about what happened last night and other random things until symphony just randomly stopped texting you back for a good 20 minutes. you brushed it off and went on with your day, thinking she was busy or her phone died. in reality, symphony got a text from kk’s best friend, ice, on instagram.

-instagram direct messages-

@ice.brady: hey this is symphony right?

@symphony_roy: yea why?

@ice.bradyy: be honest, does y/n like kk bc kk likes her a lot and doesn’t believe me that y/n likes her back. @ice.bradyy: pls tell me i promise to not show kk like fr

@symphony_roy: yes 😭 ive been telling y/n since the day she told me that kk is gay and likes her back but her slow ass won’t believe me

@ice.brady: bro they act the same way exact same way 😭@ice.bradyy: anyway the reason im texting you is bc i think we should make them go in a blind date but don’t tell them the gender of the person bc i don’t want them to find out immediately

@symphony_roy: wait that’s a really good idea @symphony_roy: but we need to plan this more before we dive right into it

-real life-

after they planned out their entire plan, symphony went to your dorm. “hey.” you greeted as she barged in, using the spare key you had gave her. “so…. how do you feel about blind dates?” she asked while clasping her hands together, taking a seat on the couch next to you. “uhm, they’re okay i guess… why?” you reply while stopping what you were doing on your phone and side eyeing her. “because you’re going on one on monday.” symphony stated, “what?!?” you yelled while whipping your head to look at her, “i did not sign up for that!” symphony just stared at you, a small smirk on her face. “well, you’re going on it, i don’t care what you say.” symphony shrugged while getting up and leaving, “bye, remember you have a date in two days, i’ll send you the details later.” she closed the door.

-

when you woke up you seen kk had followed you back on every app you followed her on, seeing this made your stomach do backflips. you were a bit embarrassed because you had followed her for ages and she just now followed you back but you didn’t really care because atleast she followed you. as the day went on you kept stalking kk, being careful to not like any super old pictures on instagram or old tiktoks. you were stalking so hard you even found her mom’s facebook page. in the middle of your stalking, symphony barged in your room, “okay so what are you gonna wear tomorrow?” she asked while sitting at the edge of your bed, facing you. “i don’t know, probably jean shorts and a crop top.” you shrugged, “basic as hell. wear something more revealing, you gotta show off all that ass to them.” she half-joked, “bro then you find my outfit.” you sighed at her.

symphony went to your closet and started to look through everything to find the perfect outfit for you. after about 10 minutes she found a short, tight, light pink dress. you bought it last month and never got the chance to wear it. “it’s perfect, i’ll tell your date to wear something on the nicer side. you guys will look so cute together.” she smiled while holding the dress up. you were still unsure on the whole blind date thing but you were kind of excited for it, maybe you’ll meet your soulmate. you had thought about who it could be and you thought about it being kk but you weren’t sure if symphony would do something like that.

symphony stayed over for the rest of the day and didn’t go home until sunset. you two talked about life, ordered pizza, and watched a few movies sherrie she went back to her dorm. you were too nervous to go to bed, knowing that the next day at 7pm you would be meeting up with a potential complete stranger for dinner.

-

the whole day you were super nervous and could barely think straight. part of you was thinking about just not going but you know if you did that then symphony would rip you a new one. you were hoping the date was a girl and hoping it was kk but you knew it wasn’t gonna be her, kk was just making out with another girl 2 days ago, she wouldn’t switch that fast, or so you thought. at around 6:00 you started getting ready, putting on the dress and some white heels that made you an inch taller, and putting on light makeup. symphony showed up to your dorm at 6:34, “im taking you to the restaurant because im gonna sit a table or two away and watch yall.” she said with a huge smile on her face. you nodded in response and continued to get ready.

on the way there you were so nervous to where you thought you could throw up. the whole car ride you were silent and had short answers when symphony talked to you. “y/n its okay i promise. dont worry about anything. all you gotta do is meet this person, talk to them, eat dinner, then you’re done.” symphony reassured you, keeping her eyes on the road. you sighed and tried to think on the bright side of it, if you didn’t like this person then you’d probably never have to talk to them again. as you got closer you got more and more nervous but you kept thinking about what symphony said and it helped it go down.

when you two got to the restaurant you immediately got out and walked into the restaurant. symphony pointed, “your date’s already here.” you stopped dead in your tracks and whipped your head towards her. “is this some kind of prank?” you asked while wide eyes. “nope. your date is kk.” symphony laughed while pushing you towards the table. “symphony you’re fucking lying.” you said while trying to resist her pushing you. “i’m not, now go sit down and talk to her.” she said while pushing you again and walking away. you sighed before slowly walking over to the table that kk was at. when she looked up from her phone she paused for a second before she realized that you were her blind date. when you sat down it was quiet for a second before she said something. “hey y/n. how’s life been?” she said, not knowing what else to say. “it’s been fine, how about you?” you asked her, “good. did you know that i was your date?” kk asked with a smile. “no, symphony literally came into my dorm and told me that i was going on a blind date, didn’t tell me anything else.” you two laughed and continued to talk.

the night went very well, you two talked about everything under the sun and flirted a lot. symphony and ice were watching from a few tables over and talked about how cute you two were together. “i’m glad they made us go on this date.” you admitted while admiring kk, looking her up and down. “i agree, maybe i can get your number or something?” kk asked, “yea.” you say as you proceed to tell her your number. after she got your number the flirting was nonstop, now she was certain you liked her back. the rest of the night you two continued to talk about random stuff and even talked about going on another date.

at free you guys paid for the food snd drink you both went over to symphony and ice’s table. “hey guys.” ice said with a smirk, “do yall wanna go to a club or something?” symphony asked while standing up. “sure why not.” you said, “okay i’ll send you the address.” symphony said, talking to ice. ice nodded and you all went to the cars. “so how was it?” symphony questioned you the moment you both got in the car, “we were flirting the whole time and she asked for my number.” you answered, “aren’t you glad i made you go on this date?” she smiled while pulling out of the parking lot and driving to the bar, you nodded and told her more about the date.

after you got your ID’s checked, kk grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom. “what’s wrong?” you asked when you reached a stall. “nothing.” she mumbled before kissing you, you immediately kiss back. the kiss felt magical, the way your lips fit together perfectly made your stomach do frontflips. you relunctsntly pulled away for air, “damn.” was all kk could say as she went back for more.

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i’m so sorry this took like 2 months to get out but i still hope you enjoyed!! i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[pavoocellus08]

Fate seems to be inevitable (Ragbros Angst Fanfic ; Not a ship)

!! Hello , please read the trigger warning before proceeding with reading this fanfiction !!

!! Trigger warning !!

implied non-con , graphic depictions of violence , addiction , implied ; but not graphic SH , ED + other mental health issues

Summary :

With Kaeya´s curse worsening, and Diluc´s worry for his brother increasing, there seems to be little to no time left to reconcile.

Note : english isn't my first language !! and I also posted his on ao3 under the user @/kaeya_lvr

──── ⋆⋅Chapter one⋅⋆ ────

Kaeya Alberich had stopped going to the Tavern a while ago, how long ago was it? He didn´t remember, all he knew was that Diluc was most likely relieved of not having to deal with the Cavalry Captain as of now. However what Kaeya didn´t think would happen, was that Diluc would actually find himself worrying about his ex-brother.

It had been around 2 weeks since the Cavalry Captain had shown his face in the city, least of all in the tavern. Rosaria had noticed after 3 days, having gone over to his apartment to check in on him only to find the Captain laying on the couch with a fever. They really didn´t think it would come this far, however Rosaria´s visits to Kaeya´s apartment had become frequent. With her being his only support system, she had nothing else to do then take care of her sick friend.

On the first day it seemed like a common cold. And as Kaeya had always done before when he had a cold, he would lock himself in his office, working on getting the paperwork done that was piling up on his desk. The Captain had told Jean that he was to not be disturbed as he feared he would pass on the sickness, yet still wanting to finish his work all the same. It wasn´t uncommon for Kaeya to overwork himself, quite the opposite, he liked working deep into the night. He found it to be utterly peaceful and a good distraction from his lingering thoughts.

However the following day, his condition visibly worsened. Kaeya had barely slept, not having been able to properly breathe and having to throw up multiple times. Still he forced himself out of bed and into his usual attire, once again locking himself in his office and repeating the routine he´d gone through yesterday. Jean had been visibly more concerned when he told her that he was once again going to be working in his office for the day, telling him with a firm yet caring look that he should take care and should he feel the need to, take the next few days off of work. Kaeya politely turned down her offer with a fake smile plastered on his face, Jean remaining unsuspecting of his lie yet still sceptical.

By the third day, Kaeya could barely move. He was bedridden with a fever that made him feel delirous, drifting in and out of sleep as he would remain curled up under his blankets. Thus had started a new routine which consisted out of waking up, rushing to the bathroom to throw up, laying back down and unwillingly drift back to sleep. By the time he regained some consciosness, a whole week had already passed.

Kaeya would let out a tired grunt as his eyes flickered open. The Captain would rub his eyes to rid himself of the feeling of having slept for so long, taking in his surroundings slowly. He was still in his room, however it was late and the sun outside was setting slowly. Sitting up slightly, he would lean against the headrest of his bed and let out a long sigh. His head was throbbing and he felt too hot and too cold at the same time, it was quite irritating seeing as the Captain rarely got sick. Kaeya ran a hand through his disheveld blue hair, a tangled mess he noted dully as he had not been able to properly take care of himself. Out of the corner of his eye, the man would see blue staining his fingertips. Kaeya would shake his head lightly, closing his eyes before opening them to stare at his hands. He hadn´t been hallucinating, they were slowly turning into a dark blue.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes widened, suddenly piecing the puzzle pieces together. This wasn´t just any sickness, no, this was the curse bestowed upon Khaenri´ahn people to keep them from living. And Kaeya, having lived in Mondstadt for most of his life, going unnoticed by Celestia, had finally gotten caught. His hands began to shake as his breath shortcircuted, Kaeya thought he had been safe, with only Barbatos knowing of his origins and no other god.

Kaeya would stand up, swaying on his feet as he grabbed onto the wall for support. He looked like a crazed man who had just found out that his plan had failed, which wasn´t all to different to what Kaeya was experiencing minus the fact that he wasn´t a crazed man but rather a panic filled adult. He would stumble towards his closet, looking through his clothes anxiously. Kaeya pulled out a pair of black and white gloves, slipping them on he would study the way they fit onto his hands, covering up every piece of skin underneath. He let out a breath he hadn´t realized he was holding, standing up after shoving his clothes back into the closet messily.

´Why now. Why was it happening now? It shouldn´t have happened yet.´ He thought, sitting back down on his bed as he reached for the pain killers on the table alongside a glass full of water. Kaeya would wash down the horrible aftertaste of his painkillers with water, grimacing as he shuddered. He wasn´t used to feeling like this, but then again, he never knew what to expect of the curse in the first place since he only ever heard stories of it. Kaeya would let out a groan of frustration, caressing his own hand as he looked down at them. He was trembling a bit too much to his liking but he decided he wouldn´t bother worrying about it, instead he would slowly sit up again, exchanging his night wear for a blue turtle neck and some plain black pants. Not his usual attire but it would do since he wasn´t going outside any time soon.

He would quietly make his way over to his kitchen, looking through the cabinets for something edible. While Kaeya had enough mora to afford any of his needs and hobbies, he simply didn´t invest in such as he was too busy with work to eat at home, least of all participate in any activities he enjoyed. Letting out a sigh, he grabbed some toast and blueberry jam, sitting down at the table as he made himself a pathetic looking blueberry Jam Sandwich. Eating was useless at this point, since he was already dying there was no need to eat or drink, however Kaeya wasn´t in a rush to die.

Afterall, there were things left unsaid that he now wished he had said earlier.

[astro-ellie]

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Masterlist

A.n : So I reached my main goal of the beginning!!!! 1k in both Wattpad and Ao3 !!! Lessgoo!!!!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Thank you everyone who read and liked this story and gave votes and kudos!! You guys inspire me to keep on writing!!!

As for the promised QnA. I think I'll do that once all the harem characters have joined. This type of thing won't happen much after all.

Also I promise I'm working on the next chapter. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) till it comes, here's some songs that goes with the story/ reminds me of them. Warning, I'm shit with love songs.

I'm not going to release the full playlist yet since it contains heavy spoilers. Same thing with the Oc's.

(Y/n)'s playlist

- Fictional by khloe rose.

(The feelings the reader had since she was little. Also the type of song that inspired me to write this self insert fanfic.)

- Rat by Penelope Scott

(This describes the relationship between the reader and her dad. How she feels deep inside. Also, I dunno if this counts much as a spoiler, but her dad is an engineer, so yeah. )

- W.I.T.C.H by Devon cole

(Wether someone calls her a witch or an ogre, she doesn't care. She can handle herself and that's all that matters.

And we stan a strong queen in this household)

Alastor x (Y/n)

-Never ever getting rid of me by Kimiko gleen

(You made him fall in love, so be prepared to deal with him 24/7.

Cause he ain't going anywhere honey)

Charlie x (Y/n)

- Adore by Mindy gleehill

( And here she goes, singing again. But this time it's directed towards the reader.

Poor girl can't control her heart around you. )

Vaggie x (Y/n)

- Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

(She knows she can treat you better then any man can.

And she's going to prove it )

Cherri Bomb x ( Y/n)

- Favourite by Isabel Larosa

(She's quite jealous of all the others stealing your attention. So can you really blame her for wanting to be your favourite?)

Pentious x (Y/n)

- Honeypie by Jawny

(He is determined to make you his and he won't stop till he does that.

He also can't get enough of your sweetness<3 )

Lucifer x (Y/n) [this is considering he gets chosen as a love interest]

- Checklist by Max

( What do you need? He's got it covered. He's going to spoil you rotten to have you all to himself.

The ruler of hell doesn't slack off in this area )

Husk x (Y/n)

- Older by lsabell Larosa

( I HAD to put this song here. Besides who wouldn't like an older man you could easily rely on?

This is basically reader's feelings about him.)

Angel x (Y/n)

- New side of me by Blake Roman

( He can't help but feel soft inside when he thinks about you. And it scares him.

He's never had anyone love him like you before.)

Niffty and (Y/n) [platonic]

- Sweet little psycho

(She's your very own sweet but psycho puppy.

Anyone disturbs you too much? Release her over them. :) )

Vox x (Y/n) [Will come in future]

-Criminal by Brittney spears

(He's our pathetic lovable criminal. You know you shouldn't fall for him, but what can you say?)

Adam x (Y/n) [ Will come in future]

- Genius by LSD

( Don't be fooled, he's no genius no matter what he might say. But he did make the correct call by falling for someone like you.

Someone who can manhandle and keep him in line.)

Lute x ( Y/n ) [Will come in future]

- Love like you

(She doesn't understand how she of all people managed to fall for you. This feeling should be a sin.

Yet, when she gets close to you, she can't regret it. )

An Animalistic Disaster playlist

- Can't sleep love by pentatonix

(I can just imagine the reader and Melody talking in phone like this. The reader can't decide what to do with all these feelings since all her fictional crushes have actually come to life AND living with her. She can't decide if she should act on it or not. Melody is already done with her shit and telling her to go back to sleep.)

- Bang bang by K'naan

( Okay, this is for my own brain rot. This is for everyone in the harem x reader. I can see the animation meme happening clearly in my head.

Every line is sang by different characters and when the 'bang' parts comes, a animal turns into human after getting hit by reader's love shot :)

Like-

She was walking around with a loaded shotgun - Angel

Ready to fire me a hot one - Cherri

It went- Charlie

*Sheep Charlie* BANG *human Charlie*

*Squirrel Cherri* BANG * Human Cherri*

*Deer Alastor* BANG * *Human Alastor*

Straight through my heart - Alastor

Maybe one day, if I learn to do animation.  I'll make something like this. )

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

[mehoymalloy]

What attracts you to Imotohan? Idk if I get it yet….

One day I should make, like, a ship manifesto...

Today is not that day; instead, you get a collection of references to other posts that I found when I couldn't sleep last night.

Reason Number 1: I really like enemies to lovers as a trope.

I always have, ever since I started reading fanfic way back in the day with Kim/Shego lol. But I especially love when two characters allow me to totally buck the more traditional power dynamics of one party having all the power while the other has none, which I find boring and not at all fun to explore.

At first glance, Otohan does have the upper hand a lot of the time in their dynamic (I mean, hell, they start out by slaughtering half of Imogen's friends and the love of her life). But it’s pretty easy (and very fun) to give Imogen opportunities to be on equal footing with Otohan or even surpass them entirely. And the Tension that comes with exploring two characters who hate each other but can’t help but be attracted to each other is just what I find the most interesting and fun to explore in my own writing in particular.

Sources (lol):

Cool Art that really HITS with the Enemies aspect.

Would also be remiss if I didn't plug Shamie’s art, who has created So Much art because I throw money at her every chance I get. Just scroll her whole otohan thull tag, you won't regret it.

Good Thoughts with my own tiny addition about shipping culture in general.

A nice little ask about characterization and violence.

Reason Number 2: They’re obsessed with each other.

To the point that the cast themself see it and take advantage of it in-game (see here, when Sam pulled 'the one you're so keen to meet with' out of his ass, assumedly failed a deception check, and yet Otohan still either humored them or just zeroed in on 'Imogen? Where's Imogen? Tell me where Imogen is' anyway like a fucking simp.)

Otohan in particular also displays a frankly terrifying amount of ‘care’ and effort in getting Imogen to exalt in the battle at Bassuras, which I talk more about here. It’s what kicked off my intrigue with this ship and got me to try my hand and writing them (and then never stopped, as you can see).

Imogen, for her part, is just understandably terrified of but also constantly infuriated with Otohan (shitpost that shows that well). She says Otohan’s name with such vitriol and I adore her for it. Very ‘I’m gonna punch you in the mouth with my own mouth’ energy.

Here’s some video clips that show off their actual in-game dynamic really well, this one brilliantly set to My Kink is Karma (thank you @corkulous) and another to Death of Me (a million thanks to @lavendertheys).

Reason Number 3: They push each other’s buttons really damn well.

Arguably the most important thing in a ship for me after Tension.

We saw Otohan lose their patience exactly once, in my opinion, during the final battle when they called Imogen a ‘bitch,’ and as I said in this post, I think Imogen deserved so many more opportunities to rile Otohan up like that, especially in actual conversation as opposed to combat. She’s just so good at it, by golly, and if I can't see it in canon I can at least write about it.

And I mean, Otohan got Imogen to exalt (the only time she has done so, to my knowledge) and blow up a whole city block; I think it's safe to say they can get under her skin if they work at it, and I wish they had even more horrible opportunities to do so in canon before they kicked the bucket.

Anyways, that's the gist of what attracts me to Imotohan. If you don't get it, then the ship might just not be for you, which is totally fine—to each their own! Thanks for giving me an excuse to yap about themb~

[snowsays]

on my knees hands clasped together in front of me pleading for you to infodump about your fic in which vertina is jolie’s human wife

oh noo, I fear you're gonna be disappointed 😖😖 the fic is not about them 👉🏻👈🏻 im not even sure if they would have appeared

it's actually a sokeefe fic that consumed my brain for -checks notes- four whole days, in which I wrote 8.4k words. I got inspired by this AU. I have actually mentioned it a little before in this blog, I asked for headcanons on what each member of the gang would study/wear/like, because it's a human!college!au, and I actually made a pinterest board with fashion inspo for Biana, Sophie, Keefe and Fitz lmao (you can check it out here if you wanna) and a spotify playlist for Biana and Sophie like those you can make with a friend where spotify automatically fills it with music according to the tastes of each of you

so basically my general idea was that Sophie and Keefe meet at a party where they make out and then the next day they bump into each other at Everglen for spring break. I was writing it on the go bc I hadnt written fanfiction in 12 years (something got into my brain last year and I had an idea for an Eragon fanfic, wrote like a page then got busy, and now this one) so I only had a vague idea of what I wanted to happen which was: make out/have sex at party so its real awkward the next day at everglen (I basically got to this point before the brainrot stopped), couple nightly accidental meetups bc neither of them can sleep, talk about their trauma??, have sex again??, and that was it 😂

but me being me, I got really into making it make sense. So the ~Lore~ I came up with was:

The Reuwens adopted Sophie and Amy after the Fosters died in a fire (cuz we gotta keep it in theme right?)

Jolie lives, and is happily married with Vertina. Fuck Brady (didnt think too much about what happened to him, but maybe he couldve gone to jail?)

Jolie is an adult and out of the house ofc, she's still 15 years older than Sophie

The Reuwens have an animal sanctuary, I was thinking horse sanctuary also inspired by another fanfic I read (but that one was a Haikyuu one)

Sophie drives an old pick-up truck, and Biana has a Suzuki Vitara Live (which she got to spite Luzia Vacker, who is her great-aunt and very conservative. It was a compromise, Biana wanted a Ram pick-up bc Luzia was all "ladies should only drive small cars" but Della and Alden got her to accept the Suzuki) (< that was inspired by my own experience with a family friend who wanted me to sell him my Renault Sandero Stepway and he would give me a Chevrolet Spark bc it was "better for girls")

Foxfire is a college

Sophie, Biana and Stina are roommates. They rent an apartment together (they're in third year, Sophie transferred to Foxfire in second year and got placed as Biana's roommate, who wasnt happy bc she hadnt had one before, but they became friends after helping each other with classes stuff)

Likewise, Fitz, Keefe, Dex and (I was still deciding if) Tam live together in a house (it's Cassius')

Sophie and Biana dont like Stina and she doesnt like them either

Sophie ends up going with Biana to Fitz and Keefe's party bc Stina goaded her about being boring, and then also ends up in Keefe's room to spite Stina

Sophie and Stina are both studying to be veterinarians (the college situation is a mix of how I know american colleges work and how they work in my country)

Biana I was thinking fashion design and/or art. Keefe also art

Also I got an anon after I asked for hcs that mentioned poli-sci/law for Fitz but also culinary so I was thinking he started poli-sci/law at Alden's behest (like Alvar) but then changed majors to culinary. I was thinking to give him and Biana issues with parental expectations and all that (but probably not super detailed)

Dex's major was mechanical ingeneering, and also he and Biana are dating

Also the reason Sophie was spending spring break with Biana and not the Reuwens was that Jolie and Vertina were in their honeymoon, and Grady and Edaline got excited so Sophie and Amy convinced them to go on their own couples trip, and then Amy made plans with her roommate so Biana invited Sophie to Everglen

No one knew Keefe was gonna go too. I was thinking he had a fight with Cassius about the party the morning after so Fitz told him to just go to Everglen with him

and I think that was it. i'm sorry it wasnt more joliexvertina centric, I hope you enjoyed it anyway

[revols-headcanons]

random karasuno headcanons

daichi has never once had a break because of his four siblings, which is why he is so uptight and stressed. volleyball is the only place he can really relax (specifically w the other third years) and even then kageyama, hinata, noya, and tanaka are constantly testing him. he brought this up to ukai and takeda once and they both were like “have you ever went to therapy kid?" before they gave him info for a local therapist.

sugawara knows every kpop dance imaginable and forces his teammates to do them during their breaks. the only people who humor him and dance with him are hinata, noya, and tanaka sometimes. during a team sleepover, he convinced kageyama to do a dance with him, but kageyama is badly coordinated when dancing so it was horrible.

asahi knits when he’s anxious— which is all the time. he’s made a blanket for each teammate with their names on it and his bedroom is just piles of blankets at varying levels of complete. his dog appreciates the nest he can sleep in. he jokes that this is where his parents college fund has gone to. also knitting is what gets him into fashion because he jokingly knitted a bucket hat for noya and immediately wanted to make more— his room ended up having 30 bucket hats all over it and he had to give them away to his classmates and teammates.

kiyoko likes reading intense smutty romance books with a blank face. her expectations for romance are through the roof and she’s unashamed. suga has tried reading it over her shoulder and he’s walked away flustered. she reads a wide variety of books but specifically chooses the horniest and/or creepiest to read in front of the team. yachi’s shocked when she learns that kiyoko’s favorite genre isn’t dark romance and that it’s actually fluffy romance.

nishinoya made a fake tinder account of tsukishima with the worst photos imaginable (like tsukki mid-trip or him giving a disgusted face to kageyama). the bio says something like ‘i’m 6’1 if that matters and i think red heads should be killed.’ noya matches with the most amount of people and also updates with the worst opinions ever. people still get interested in ‘tsukki’ even when the bio has ridiculous takes and standards. noya is pissed that it is doing so well.

tanaka’s strangely good at dancing but horrific at singing. he tried to serenade kiyoko one day but his voice cracked so badly that he stopped mid-song and left the room. kiyoko laughed but patted his back in reassurance afterwards. the team never lets him live it down ever— the wedding speeches he received all mentioned the event somewhere. he has an excellent moonwalk and can occasionally successfully breakdance.

ennoshita writes fanfic (“story scripts”) about the team and changes the names. he gets the team to act as the characters in his films, which raises some questions when he writes a tragic story about ‘kai’ (a sarcastic asshole) being killed by his rivals ‘tora’ (a dumb asshole) and ‘shouto’ (a dumbass). he once posted a fanfic shipping two teammates (with name changes) and it got really popular.

kageyama uses 3-in-1 body wash/shampoo/conditioner. he says it’s because it’s efficient, and he gets no acne or sweat stench— this makes everyone hate him. he only changes when miwa comes back into his life after college and is horrified. he tells this story as a little joke whenever he wants people to be shocked and/or disgusted at him, even when he’s a pro.

hinata can cook but only because he has a sister and an overworked single mother. he cooks for himself and natsu often, but it’s really simple and uncreative meals because he would rather practice volleyball than work on making interesting dishes. after the time skip, his cooking skills have vastly improved and every meal he makes is some form of brazillian-japanese blend.

tsukishima had a major my little pony phase and is deeply secretive of it. he listens to the soundtrack often and has a drawer full of little collectibles. yamaguchi is the only one who knows about it, and tsukki compares himself to twilight and yamaguchi to fluttershy. he once almost said ‘everypony’ but yamaguchi screamed to cut him off. it went like: ‘stfu everyp-‘ ‘PISS’ ‘…what?’ ‘WE GOTTA PISS. both of us. right now.’

yamaguchi had a musical theater phase and forced tsukishima to sing along with him. he forced tsukki to dress up as michael to his jeremy one halloween. yamaguchi can only workout or study to musicals, which is deeply unfortunate. his favorite songs were helpless from hamilton and michael in the bathroom from be more chill. he tried to audition for school musicals multiple times but would end up having panic attacks and leaving before his audition.

yachi’s notes are the aesthetically color coordinated ones, even though her teachers talk rapidly fast. she’s always humble about it but she spends hours on them. she never has to study because she spends so much time rewriting them that the notes just stick in her brain. she’s had to recently laminate her completed notes because hinata once’s spilled broth onto her notes, which made her cry.

[starfragment1979]

I've been working on that fanfic, the one that was supposed to be fluff-n-smut, but the more I write the more plot starts creeping in, and just a liiitle bit of conflict. I was telling my spouse about this, and they joked that I just can't stop myself from writing a well rounded story, ha.

It's also turning out to be longer than I had anticipated, because of course it is. I had four scenes in mind, and I was going to post them as separate chapters just for ease of reading, but I was also going to post the whole thing at once because I didn't think it would be that long. But I just finished chapter one last week and it's 10k words, and if each chapter plays out the same way, 40k is kind of a lot of fluff-n-smut with some bonus plot and conflict. I'll probably still post it all at once, though, once it's done.

But, oh, friends, it is going so slow. I have been struggling with health stuff since early November... I thought at first it was just election stress, but after a while I started assuming I must've somehow gotten sick with a virus. My normal, everyday symptoms for years now include things like body aches and fatigue and sore throat and congestion and shortness of breath etc etc etc, which means it's so hard to tell the difference between just another flare up and being sick with something new, so I never even thought to test for covid until it was too late. I guess it doesn't matter now.

But I have been stuck in bed all day and exhausted and in pain and either not sleeping or sleeping like the dead and having nightmares every night and my brain is so sludgy that it takes superhuman strength to wrestle words out of it. Like it takes me fifteen minutes to write a sentence and then when I reread it I realized I already used half the words in the previous paragraph which I wrote the day before. I do have random better days where writing comes a little easier, and the story itself is clear in my head, I'm just struggling to find the words to convey it. But this one is gonna need some more substantial line editing when I'm all done writing, I think.

And just to be clear, I am writing these stories for myself. Like I do absolutely love the kudos and comments and the occasional Tumblr post or whatever, and I'll admit to regularly refreshing my stats page to see if I got more hits. But if I was just in this for the accolades, I'd go find a more active fandom.

I'm writing these stories because I love the characters and the lives and the world I've created for them. But also the act of writing itself is so vital to me feeling like a human being, and especially now as I'm increasingly bedbound and can't really access visual arts or craft projects, writing is one of the only ways I can practice creativity. I have lost so much to this illness, and I don't want to lose writing and stories and art, too, even if it's a struggle, even if I'm using more energy than I can afford to do it.

I don't know how to express how vital writing and creativity is to my mental health without this whole post coming across as a pity party. Every now and then, when I'm having a bad day or a string of bad days, I'll start to think, "Maybe this should be my last story, maybe I shouldn't be doing this anymore." But I don't like to think about what my life would be like without writing, and I don't want to lose that last little shred of humanity.

And whenever I start to think I should quit, I also wind up thinking up another story I want to write, and I wind up wanting it badly enough that I decide to keep going for just one more story. And then one more. And on it goes.

I've actually got the next story I want to write fully fleshed out in my head, like scene-for-scene, a lot of the prose and dialogue clear in my mind. It'll be a one shot where Flick has a medical issue, panics about it, and CJ helps take care of him. (I know, I know... it's not my exact medical issues, but there probably is some projecting going on here, lol.) And it's all so clear in my head that I'm tempted to take a break from my current story and write that one instead, to strike while the iron is hot, because maybe it's also easier for me to write angst than it is to write sex, ha. But I also think it's probably better for me to save it for later, so that I have some future plans and something to look forward to, to use my own stories as a life raft for myself.

[moeitsu]

Life / Fic Update

Hey friends, I’m not dead! I know I’ve been MIA for so long and I’ve barely been interacting with this blog. But I’m slowly starting to make a comeback.

Some big life changes have been going on recently. First, I moved into my first place a few months ago and all the unpacking is finally done! We’re so excited to decorate for Christmas soon :)

Second, I brought home my first kitten! She is a purebred mainecoon we named Nova. She’s a little monster but I love her to death! I’ll post some pictures of her later.

Third, I started a new medication for my mental health, and then head to stop it after a few days. Because of a hereditary cardiovascular disease I have (thank you dad) it really limits my options. Aside from therapy I’ve been trying to do a lot of homeopathic remedies (?). Obviously it’s not the cure, but I think it’s been helping. There’s been a lot of back and forth with my Dr and appointments and honestly it’s been exhausting.

As for my Arthur x OC fanfic, I promise it is not abandoned. I would say I’ve just been on a bit of a hiatus for awhile. But I’ve been re-reading a lot of chapters, and doing some brainstorming for future chapters. I just need to pull up my bootstraps and write the damn stuff.

However, ch 20 has had me in a rut. When I published ch 19 I actually had around 5k words of ch 20 done, but when I came back to it recently, I hated it. It wasn’t where I wanted the story to go and it wasn’t how I wanted their first intimate scene to be. So I scrapped the whole thing and started over. I have 3.7k words done at the moment, and I’m pretty happy with it.

There’s not going to be much plot besides them actually sleeping together (finally!) so it shouldn’t be terribly long. I have a habit of adding too much detail sometimes so I’m trying not to go over board so I can finally give something to all of you. lol

As I’ve said before I never want to deliver anything half-assed. Not that anyone is grading me on this stuff but it’s my own personal standard.

Thanks for sticking around, I love all you guys. And all the new people who followed me from my Wolverine stuff, I love you too. And you should totally check out my fic if you’re interested :)

I hope you’re all doing well, remember to take care of yourself! ♥️

[sillyxaly]

hi hello talk to me about junmei :3

i prefer post-canon stuff but i will gladly take anything!! also. do you perchance know of any jun wu redemption fics because i could only find one on ao3 ;;

yes he’s a villain but. it’s fanfic! he comes with a complimentary sad backstory! he’s stuck under a mountain to think about his actions! he’s stuck there forever, he has plenty of time to reflect on his behavior

First up @witch-is-writing do you know?

I only remember ones that vaguely count as redemption really but in my defense I woke up a minute ago, saw "Junmei" and scurried to write this text. Also do tell me which fic you found so I can check if I read that pls :3

Jun Wu is just the personification of 'hurt people hurt people' for me and if you wish I may write an essay about that thazs vaguely structuered and more of a ramble. I do however very much consider mei nianqing to be important to his healing. I dont even call it a redemption arc but oh boy that man needs some Healing. Mnq does too and they really should do that together because their issues are so intertwined. I have so many loose thoughts about this right now oh ma god.

The path to Jun Wus redemption or healing will always lead through the vassal that stayed longer and the vassal that left in the end. The one man he couldn't kill in two thousand years. The one man who knew him before he put on one mask after the other.

And truly they have all the time in the world for that post-canon. Let nianqing (...nian...nyan....nya... Yeah i didnt sleep enough.) visit him in the mountain. Return day after day to make it stick a little. That hes there now. Bring tea, bring books to read, whatever really. They are both so incredibly hurt it makes me sick (positive) and it would be a journey. One thats hard and rocky. One where JW still falls back to lash out and bite because its what saved him for hundreds of years but MNQ stays now no matter how he growls.

Yes JW is just a rescue dog to me and I will never get that thought out of my head ever again but I have one and the similiarities of it are striking. Funnily enough that also means most people should just ignore him (for now). Let one person get closer for now, more than that would be too much and if he starts to feel cornered he will growl and then he will bite. Its an intricate play ot trial and error to figure out when to actually step back and give more space and when to take him by the scruff even if he tries to bite. So MNQ got a lot of work and figuring that out ahead because thats his rescue now (has always been really) and JW will always remain a little more at ease with him than the rest of the world.

At last those who caused the pain have died and after that, by all means, it was all a grasp for control because for as long as he has control he can never be hurt. I believe we all try to hold control over at least something in our lives and its natural to do so. We are all scared to be hurt. But nobody can control everything (much less forever) and he needs to learn to live with that fear and uninternalize the mask of anger that hides it.

No matter what he needs to feel safe first. Not ultimatly safe but at least safe to show that hes afraid. Safe enough to stop wearing a mask of stirkes to hide the vulnerabilty. He needs to be scared and he needs to be vulberable and it need to be safe and okay for once.

And who better to grant that safety than that started the whole tale of his demise and his crimes by telling our main character to the face that this man shone so much brighter than he ever did. A fact i will never get over. The contents of what MNQ tells XL and us is like: War crimes, attempted murder on me, wiping out the heavenly capital, bringing ruin to Multiple kingdoms and how does one start such a tale best? Logically by refering to the man in question as the sun. But thats not enough. He wasnt just any source of light. He outshone you and all of us and all the other gods which are now dead because he murdered them.

MNQ is crazy for that and I absolutly adore that and that is literally all it will ever take for me to ship this. You can not tell me that is not a subtle love confession?? JW attempted to murder him multiple times i don't think people normally talk about such a guy like that??

Uhhhhhhhhhh anyhow

*subtly slides discord link*

I also made this where witch is also inside and so far nobody else but uh yes in case you want that because I dont know how to tell people.

[angiezidler205]

Exhausted Wallaby

Hurt/Comfort Rockbert fanfic

Rocko woke up after a one hour nap. His eyes were extremely baggy, his clothes a mess, his whole house trashed, and Spunky sleeping on a large pile of dirty clothes. He got up and walked downstairs towards the kitchen. He made himself coffee and drank it out of the kettle, ignoring the burning pain in his throat. He then walked towards the door, taking his keys, and opened it to find Heffer and Filburt waving at him.

“Hey Rockooooh! You look awful buddy.”, Heffer said as he looked concerned. Filburt noticed the trashed house and looked at Rocko's clothes, “Have you been sleeping in a pile of junk?”. Rocko ignored them and brushed past them, “ Haven't actually slept turtle but thanks for the “concern” you four eyed freak.”. Heffer and Filburt were shocked to hear Rocko being rude towards them. Heffer then realized, “Rocko you're not going to work right? You said that today was your day off!”.

Rocko growled, “I don't and I think it's best that way. At least some of us Have jobs instead of staying with our mums!”. He slammed the door and sped off to work. Heffer felt hurt but he knew that he didn't mean it. “He didn't sleep again. Geez Filburt this is the fourteenth day that he's been like this! I'm worried about him. I'm worried about Spunky! He always forgets to feed him! Rocko needs to sleep!”. Filburt nodded and looked at the house, “Yeah but how can he with all that junk?”. They both thought about it and smiled at each other. “Let's do it!”.

Rocko made it to work on time and stood by the register. In about ten minutes the doors should open and everyone is gonna come in and demand for the new comic Really Really Big Man. Since the new movie is coming up, everyone has been buying this one because there's a free ticket inside to watch the movie with Big Man himself. Rocko watched as everyone overcrowded the door and pressed their face against the window. They watched him menacingly and impatient, like they expected him to open up early. Rocko ignored them and watched the clock go by and hoped time would stop.

He wished he was home asleep but since Christmas is coming up and the movie as well he's stuck here without any help at all. The good thing is that he'll get a holiday vacation in a week so he can finally sleep. The timer on his watch went off and he walked up to the door and unlocked it. Immediately everyone barged in and grabbed every comic there was. Rocko was thrown to the register and everyone crowded him, demanding to hurry up. He scanned, took money, gave change, and bagged the item. He does this without even blinking and no one noticed or cared. It took five hours before the crowd finally died down and the comics were almost empty. He was about to take his break until an old lady came by and slammed the comic on the counter.

“I can't believe that I have to pay twenty dollars for this little book! I have a family to feed and here you are taking every ounce of money I got! How do you sleep at night you little gremlin!?”, the old lady yelled as a few people agreed looking angry. Rocko felt his eye twitch and his ears went down immediately. He slammed his hands on the counter and smiled forcefully, “Good Question! I don't! I haven't slept for two weeks and been working my bloody arse off in here!! I have to take care of bigots like you because Apparently No One Can Read the Fucking Sign!!!”, he yelled as he pointed behind him. Everyone looked to notice that the sign said “Due to higher demands, and needing to purchase more, the New Really Really Big Man comic book will cost extra.”

“I guess you're too Stupid or Blind to even understand so I'll Dumb it Down for you. People buy lots of comics to get tickets. Store can't afford to buy more comics. Store must make comics More Expensive. That way more people can have comics. Okie Dokie!? Did that get through your thick metal skulls?!!!!”, Rocko said while faking a smile. The old lady was offended but Rocko spoke up. “I don't care if you stare at me ugly. I would rather see that than your wrinkled smile. Bet that the reason your husband left you! You bloody old fart.”, Rocko sneered. The old lady felt very hurt by this and placed twenty-five dollars on the counter, “K…Keep the change…”. She soon left with the book and Rocko stared at everyone else.

“Anybody else want to say something? Or are you just gonna keep your mouth open until flys make a home there?”, Rocko asked, annoyed.

“Rocko!!!”, A loud angry voice can be heard upstairs. Rocko stayed put and scanned the next book. Everyone looked at him then at the stairs. Some of them smiled, knowing that he's going to get fired on the spot. “Rocko Rama!!!!”, The voice yelled again.

“I'm Working Here you Bloody Fat Pig!!!!”, Rocko yelled back. Everyone looked at him shocked yet excited because he's going to get kicked out immediately. They heard loud footsteps coming their way and the boss came out looking angrier than a bull. “What did you call me, Rama?”, The boss asked while Rocko looked unamused.

“Did I stutter? I said I'm working here you Bloody Fat Pig!!”, Rocko yelled as he shoved the bag into the customer’s arms. The boss growled, “You little termite! I'll have you fired for that!!”. Rocko slammed his hands on the counter and faced him, “Yeah? And what then? You finally gonna get off your Fat Ass and work? I don't think so! I'm your Only Employee that's Working Full Time for Years!!!! You want to Lose that and Deal with these Bloody idiots demanding for a stupid book with pictures on it!? No! Because you're nothing but a Fat, Lazy, Piece of Trash that smells like sewage every day! I can see why you're still single!!”.

The boss stared at him shocked and every customer stared in horror. His boss then spoke softly but rudely, “Get back to work.”. Rocko rolled his eyes, “Yeah. Get back to being lazy.”. The boss left and Rocko looked at everyone. They looked down and kept their mouths shut. Rocko snorted at them and continued doing what he's doing. Four hours later he closed up shop and walked towards the door to open more boxes of comics. Yet, his boss blocked the door with his arms crossed.

“Go home Rocko. I'll handle it from here.”, The boss said and Rocko grew annoyed. “What? My words finally hurt you?”, Rocko sneered while trying to grab the doorknob. His boss took him and placed him in front of the clock in/out machine. “You need rest. Your attitude hasn't been getting better and if this keeps up then we'll both get fired.”, His boss explained. Rocko grumbled and clocked out. He then left the store, got in his car and drove off.

On the way home his stomach growled loud and Rocko clutched the steering wheel angry. He drove to the nearest drive thru, ordered food, and left. Once he finally got home, he noticed the lights were still on and frowned. He got out of his car and walked inside his house. It looked clean yet there's tons of trash bags at the corner. He growled knowing that he had to be the one to throw it. He stormed towards the kitchen and noticed Heffer and Filburt finishing cleaning the counters.

“And that's the last of it! Now we gotta go to Rocko's room and-”

“And what Heffer? Pile more trash by the corner for me to throw out? I didn't ask you two to clean my bloody house! I was going to do that later!.”, Rocko yelled. Filburt grew nervous, “W-When? You hardly clean around h-here for two weeks.”. Rocko rolled his eyes and noticed Heffer staring at his food. “Don't even think about it, pig. I got this for myself and you better not even Think about asking for my damn food!”, Rocko spat with venom.

Heffer held up his hands in defense, “I can't help it Rocko. It's a habit!”. Rocko frowned, “Yeah and what happened last time? You Died and went to hell. All because you're fat and full of gluttony you oversized sack of meat!!!”. Heffer winced at this and Filburt spoke up, “Rocko you need t-to stop! We're your friends!”. Rocko snarled angrily, “Friends? Friends!!! Yeah Right you two never even Respected me at all!! Always treated me like I'm your bloody punching bag!!! Well not anymore!!!”. He stomped towards the door and kicked it open, “I want you two Out!!!”.

Heffer and Filburt walked out sadly and nervously. They flinched at the hard slam. “Will you keep it down over there!!! People are trying to sleep!!!”, Ed yelled from his window. The door opened and Rocko stormed out and pointed at him, “Shut Up you Fat Ugly Green Shit!! I bet You're Hideous Face is the reason Your Kid Fucking Left!!! Now get your disgusting face back inside!!!! You're making everything around you more dead!!!!”. Rocko then went back inside and slammed it again. Heffer and Filburt can hear Ed sobbing in his room. They looked at each other worried.

Rocko stormed upstairs, eating his food on the way up, and barged in his room. He threw the trash on the side and lay in bed trying to sleep. Spunky was under the bed shaking. He's worried about Rocko and doesn't like how he's treating his friends. He then heard a growl and saw Rocko's feet meeting the floor and leaving the room. He then heard a lot of banging and stuff being torn open. He huddled in Rocko's shirt and hoped that the real Rocko would come back.

The next morning Filburt and Heffer watched as Rocko drove off again to work and rushed inside the unlocked house. They noticed that it was trashed again and Spunky sneaking downstairs scared. They immediately fed and gave fresh water to the puppy. Filburt then gripped his head, “I can't take it anymore!!! We need to get Rocko to sleep!!”. Heffer agreed, “But how!? We've tried everything!!!”. They both grew quiet until their eyes widened. They looked at each other fast.

“Norbert!!!”.

Heffer ran upstairs and searched through Rocko's room until he found an old note with Norbert's number. He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. He dialed quickly and waited for it to be answered.

“Hey Rocko! It's been a while since you've called!”, Norbert said in the other line.

“Uhhh this is Heffer.”, Heffer corrected.

“Oh! Sorry Bud uhh what's up?”

“We need your help. Rocko's been working too much and hasn't gotten any sleep. He's been rude to us, trashing his house, yelling at the neighbors, and always forgets to even take care of Spunky!”, Heffer yelled emotionally.

“..... I'll be right there.”

Rocko was again ushered home after nine hours of work and drove home, noticing only his room light was on. He got out of the car and got inside and noticed how clean his house was. He grew confused and walked up the stairs and noticed his room opened ajar. He walked in to see Norbert sitting on his bed with his arms crossed. Rocko frowned, “I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it.”.

“I know. Which is why I'm going to help you sleep instead.”, Norbert said calmly. Rocko frowned at him, “With what gopher? Your furry chest? Please, like that would help.”. Norbert ignored the insult and took his hands. Rocko yanked them away angrily but Norbert took them again and pulled him close. Rocko tried to pull away but felt Norbert’s hand rub his back. He felt the tension calm a bit but he then tried to pull away. “Stop bewitching me Norbert. I'm not falling for your tricks!”, He sneered. Norbert pulled him into bed and laid him on his chest. He scratched his head knowing Rocko goes weak at that. Rocko felt heavy and groaned at the nice feeling.

“Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars.”, Norbert sang softly as he rubbed Rocko's back.

Rocko immediately felt his eyes grow heavier and heavier.

“In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me.”, Norbert sang as he kissed his head.

Rocko felt everything fade to black and closed his eyes. Norbert noticed Rocko immediately passing out and sighed in relief. He looked up to notice Heffer holding a camera smiling nervously. “Heheh. Too soon?”.

Rocko soon woke up and felt better than before. He noticed he's wearing Norbert's PJs, his fur nice and clean, and his room spotless. He looked around until he heard the door open. Norbert walked in, wearing Rocko's clean shirt, while holding a tray full of breakfast. “Morning BedRock, how are you feeling?”, Norbert asked with a warm smile.

“I feel a lot better thank you. H-How long was I asleep?”, Rocko asked while Norbert placed the tray on his lap. “Four days!”, Norbert said with a smile. Rocko panicked, “Four Days!?!? I'm going to get fired!!!”. Norbert then held him down gently, “Easy Rocket I've already contacted your boss. He agreed that you'll start your vacation early and come back on January ninth.”. Rocko was relieved and began to eat. Norbert left the room and a few minutes later he came back with his food. They are together quietly and once Rocko finished his food Norbert took his dishes. Rocko gently stopped him and pulled him into a hug.

“I'm so sorry about how I acted towards you. I have no intention to hurt you Norby Beauty. I was just so exhausted I….”, Rocko explained while holding him close. Norbert nuzzled his neck, “Darling it's ok. Work can make everyone feel this way, you know. Yet I don't think you should apologize to me. Your friends called me as soon as you left and explained everything. We all cleaned, got you new groceries, threw out the trash, did your laundry, and took extra care of Spunky.”.

Rocko pulled away and panicked, “Oh no! I need to talk to them! I've said some awful things to them! And Spunky!!! My poor Spunky doesn't deserve to be neglected like that! I.. I don't deserve their forgiveness…”.

“It's ok Rock, we knew you'd never meant it.” Heffer said with a smile. Filburt agreed, “Yeah you'd honestly never even cursed before so we knew you're just tired and stressed.”. Rocko got out of bed and hugged them both tight and teared up, “I'm so sorry for ever calling you names! You guys were just trying to help and I've done nothing but yell at you!!! Can you please forgive me?”. Heffer and Filburt hugged him back tight, “We forgive you Rocko.”. They pulled away and heard a small excited bark. Rocko immediately looked down to see an excited Spunky. “Spunky!”, Rocko cried as he picked him up and hugged him tight. “I'm so sorry for neglecting you! You've must be so worried about me and hungry too!”, Rocko cried but soon laughed as Spunky licked his face. Norbert smiled and hugged them both. Heffer and Filburt soon joined the hug, happy to have their friend back.

“Hey when are we going to the ma-Euuuugh!!! Mushy stuff!”, Daggett complained. Norbert smirked and pulled him in.

“No! Nooooooooo!!!!!!”, Daggett yelled.

[salty-lemon-shark-from-the-sea]

Maya and the Three/ Skull x (powerful God/goddess reader)

(Implied Poly, but focuses on Skull. Also I don't know why I keep making reader a god/goddesses, but I can write for a human reader if people really want it)

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” you call out still reading a contract another god gave to you. “You going to bed?” a sassy voice asked. “Not anytime soon why?” you responded looking up to be met by red eyes. “The bed is cold without your body heat,” Skull explains walking over to you. “Shame,” you joke picking her up and placing her in your lap.

“Yeah, it is, so why are you still up?” She asks stubbornly crossing her arms. “Work again,” you explain gesturing to the papers you have yet to read and sign. “Gross,” “I know,” you laugh dryly leaning back. “Can’t you just do this later and come to bed now?” Skull ask messing with the hem off your untucked shirt.

“Can’t, as powerful as I am there are others more powerful who might have my heart for not finishing this,” you groan rubbing your face. “Psh,” Skull says rolling her eyes looking at the papers. “Being a powerful God is so boring you should just give up and help me and Bone,” she says. “Yeah?” “Yeah!” sitting up you pull her closer kissing her messy red hair. “But then you would get the advantages of dating a powerful God,” you joke.

“You’ll still be powerful you just won't have the amount of work,” she retorts. “I would have more enemies and less respect,” you finish. “Aye your hopeless!” Skull groans leaning back. “Only for you Amor,” you tease. “Great so you'll come to bed then yeah?” “No,” you laugh grabbing the wine you've been drinking and taking a swig. “Want some?” you offer. Grabbing it Skull takes a swing herself.

“Let me read at least three more contracts and I'll join you right in bed, deal?” you question leaning to grab on of the papers. “No,” “What?” you ask. “I said no. I'm not going to bed till you are,” Skull says crossing her arms again and leaning in you. “And what makes you think I won't just send you back to the room?” “Cause you love me too much,”

Fuck. She's got you there. As much as you want to say no you just can't. “*sigh* alright fine,” you mumble starting to read the paper and snaking an arm to hold her in place. “Can I have more wine?” “Sure,”

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“You know the more you destract me the longer this will take?” you inquire trying to read the last paper. “What?” Skull asks innocently playing with one of your shirt strings, as she would occasionally pull on them to kiss your jaw or neck. “You know what,” you laugh placing the paper down. “It’s only one more contract,” you say. “After you read a hundred,” Skull groans shifting so she is now facing you.

“It wasn't,” you correct fixing some of her hair. “Just say your done,” she groans leaning on you. “You know as long as your here with me, we could just sleep here,” “Ha! No,” she answers leaning back. “Then let me finish my last paper and we can go back to the room,” you say grabbing the sheet. “Ugh,”

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”Done?” you say leaning back. “Ready?” you turn asking the smaller goddess who was already knocked out. “I'll take that as a yes,” you whisper as you get up making sure not to drop her. Quietly you open the big doors and make your way down the hall. Opening your bedroom door you place her down on the bed before going to change.

Coming back to see her all wrapped up in some of your blankets. “Theif,” you joke getting in bed and getting comfy. “Hahaha,” she quietly chuckles. “Oh you little sneak,” you laugh pulling her closer. “You know I think I might be spoiling you too much,” you say. “Maybe, but there's no need to stop,” Skull says reaching up and giving you a kiss. “Don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you sign before kissing her forehead and falling asleep.

(Still no writing for them. Actually there's not much writing going on besides a small post about Zatz and that's it. Fanfic writes of Maya and the Three where are you?)

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic: the one where they get real jobs

Eaglebones was running back home, really oddly panicked. He didn't like the fact that Ronmark had almost recognized him. He even more disliked the fact that he had to probably run the support group.

That was Barbara’s problem. She always sets stuff up and then makes excuses for why she can't do them. It really ticked Bones off, but he really needed to keep this job. If he didn't, he would…not wanna think about that in a panicked state.

He fumbled with his keys for a bit before actually taking the time to breathe and get the correct key and put it in the lock.

It was when he walked into his apartment that he had realized. He didn't go to the store…in, like, three weeks. He actually couldn't really remember the last time he ate, but maybe that was just from stress.

Actually, when the fuck did he eat last? Gotta remind myself to do that, he thought, putting his keys on the desk.

He would go to the store after work tomorrow, but right then, he just didn't have any energy.

He might have some, like, random stuff in the fridge. Worth it to look.

He opened the fridge and was surprised by something in a Tupperware container. There was a note on top. Curious, he read it, “Didn't want you starving to death, honestly, you are waaaaaaaay to busy, I made too much anyway, just another thanks for getting my cat out of the tree and being genuinely kind in general :)”

Inside of the container was some chicken fried rice. He didn't even bother heating it. He just grabbed a fork and just ate. It was good. It was really good. Probably because he was REALLY hungry.

Who makes this much chicken fried rice in one sitting? Apparently she did.

He stopped himself from eating all of it so he could save some for tomorrow. He would definitely have to thank her somehow.

He put the container back in the fridge and got his food money from the food money cup. He was a bit elevated by the fact that she cared. Hey, he kinda had a friend. Neat.

He began to walk to the store, as he didn't have a car. It was pretty far, but it was only seven thirty. The store closed at nine, so he should be able to get there by eight.

He liked to walk to the store. Especially when it was brisk. It was actually nicely brisk out. The kind of temperature that if you left a glass bottle of water outside overnight, it would taste absolutely delicious in the morning.

That almost wintery brisk.

He had finally reached the local Weis Markets and walked through the doors. The heat of the store was nice on his cold hands and face. He had twenty dollars so he bought some rice, some bullion cubes and a vegetable. He was pretty okay at rationing, so this would last a while.

He finished paying and went to sit on the bench outside. Hey, he wasn't in a rush. Not really.

“Go away.” He heard a distinctly familiar voice. He turned and looked the parking lot straight down, but there was no one. No cars except for the employees.

The cart pusher came and sat next to him on the bench. That was probably the voice that he heard. But he could almost swear he heard the commander say “go away” weirdly depressedly.

Okay, hearing things, gotta go.

He waited a few minutes, as he didn't want to seem rude to the cart guy, before getting up and walking home. 

On his way home, he saw that annoying ass guy that looked exactly like John Boy Walton. This talked FOR EVER, and Eaglebones didn't want to deal with that, so he ran.

He stopped when he was out of eyesight and then strolled. He needed sleep. He needed to sleep because he was hearing things.

Maybe he was getting burnt out. Maybe this was his brain saying, “Slow down.” But then again, who knows.