#I know everyone loves that new show but i don’t trust that white man. He’s got devil energy.

[feyhunter78]

PLEASE UPDATE IM BEGGING THIS IS MY BRAND NEW LIFE SOURCE RN

I'm gonna assume this is about Pink Pastels, and gladly give you what you're asking for👀

Pink Pastels Pt 6

Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.

Pt 7

Miguel’s never been a chaperone before. During Gabi’s Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabi’s class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.

There’s this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He can’t forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that man’s bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.

Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. It’s pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine that’s beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but you’re his. He knows it. You’re meant to be together, and he’s simply showing his devotion.

“Papá, Papá, we’re here.” Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.

“I see, where do you want to go first, Mija?” He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure it’s snug on her head. He doesn’t want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.

“I want to see the hippos!” She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.

“Mr. O’Hara, here’s your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?” You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.

Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and you’re wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. He’s wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.

He takes the packet from you, nodding. “Of course, can’t leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.”

You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.

He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabi’s—she makes friends so easily, something he can’t take credit for.

“Okay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, don’t go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three o’clock.” An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.

You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. “Alright, what animal are we seeing first?”

“Hippo!”

“Lion!”

“Monkeys!”

“Seals!”

A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. “Mr. O’Hara? Do you have any suggestions?”

You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.

“Last time I was here, they had snow leopards?” He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.

Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one you’ve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the school’s teacher’s lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.

“They still do, they’re my favorites.” You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.

“Why don’t we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there we’ll see them afterwards?” He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.

“What do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. O’Hara?” You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.

Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.

The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.

You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. “I think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know it’s stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.”

“Gabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.” He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. “I’ve got all the photos in my office, my coworkers’ joke that by the time I retire I’ll have half my office wall covered.”

“I used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, there’s something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the water—it’s breathtaking.”

You’re breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I know the feeling.”

You smile shyly at him, and for a moment he’s back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didn’t intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.

He couldn’t tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.

You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.

He hates Todd.

“Everything okay?” He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.

“Yes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.” You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.

“Ms. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?” One of Gabi’s friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.

“Is that what everyone else wants to see?” You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.

“Yes.” Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.

“Girls!” You call out, looking from them to the others.

“Go, I’ll bring the others.” He reassures you.

You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.

“Is Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.” One of the little boys—Tony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isn’t sure—asks him, chewing on his bottom lip.

This is that Tony, Gabi’s told him about this boy, how he’s very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isn’t the worst.

“She’s probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.” Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and it’s all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tony’s face.

“Don’t tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but that’s what I’ve heard Ms. Melissa call him.” She says quietly when she sees Tony’s face.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He promises.

“Gabi’s right, you are the coolest.” Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.

The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.

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[harlowsbby]

Can I request the reader and Jack being in the very early stages of their relationship, like they're still technically friends but they're moving towards being more. So Jack brings her to meet his friends and Neelam is being bitter and just a hater, so she tries to embarrassed the reader by like giving her an NDA to sign in front of anyone (because Jack didn't want to give her one because he trusts her). You can choose how it goes from there, maybe Jack gets mad at Neelam because she been had a stank attitude towards the reader all day

Circles

“They’ll love you I promise baby.” You we’re a fidgeting mess in your seat, today was the day you were meeting all of Jack’s closes friends and family.

You’ve met his friends like Urban and Druski before and the three of you were stuck together since like glue. You still have yet to meet Nemo, Neelam and all of Jack’s other friends and his brother which is why you were so on edge.

“But what if they think I’m weird? What if they say I can’t dress right or that my head is too big.” Jack stiffed a laugh and moved his hand over to your thigh, caressing it and cooing. “I promise you baby they won’t say anything like that, besides I’m the only one that can say you have a big head.”

You shoved his hand off your thigh and crossed your arms over your chest before facing the window while Jack was trying his hardest to contain his laughter. “Baby I’m playing around with you, they’ll all love you I know they will.”

“I hope you’re right Jack.” Looking out the window you tried your best to ease your nerves, growing up you always cared a lot about what other people thought about you so the way you were acting tonight wasn’t really new or anything different.

Your mother always taught you that first impression is always a big deal and that you need to stand out but stand out in a good way. Your relationship with Jack was still fairly fresh and new he wanted to take things slow with you but he trusted you one hundred percent.

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A few minutes later the two of you were finally pulling up to Jack’s house, it was much bigger in person. Whenever the two of you were on the phone together he’d give you a little house tour but seeing his house in person almost blew you away.

“You live here?” He chucked and nodded, taking your hand in his hand. “Yes I live here baby, all my neighbors are a bunch of old rich white people so it’s always quiet over here.” “They aren’t suspicious of some young white rapper living here?” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his keys, unlocking the front door. “I’m not sure but I don’t really care.”

Once inside you could’ve swore your entire jaw was hanging open by now. “Damn it’s nice in here, are you sure you aren’t married with a wife and kids? It’s all clean.” He raised his eyebrow at you. “Oh so you’re calling me dirty now?” You waved your hands in defense. “I’m not saying that it just smells and looks really clean.”

“I’m messing with you baby but come on everyone is in the kitchen.” Jack took your head and led you into the kitchen, the closer you got the louder it got, several voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.

“Urban stop being so greedy! You know you didn’t need to eat three cups of noddles.” “Well actually you’re wrong because I’m a growing man and I need the nutrition.” Neelam rolled her eyes. “The nutritions? Ramen doesn’t have nutrition in it.”

“I hope you didn’t eat all of my ramen up.” Everyone turned their attention to the door by the sound of Jack’s voice coming from the doorway.

“Y/N! You actually showed up.” Urban smiled and went to give you a hug and you happily hugged him back. “Of course you know I had to come see you again, is Druski here?” “I’m right here baby.” Looking past Urban that’s when you saw Druski.

“Druski!” You smiled and went to hug him, “I see you’re still with that white man.” He said, talking about Jack. “Don’t be jealous you know that’ll be you one day.” You smirked making his eyes go wide. “Really?!” “No Druski.” Everyone laughed as Druski groaned.

“Well I’m going to go get some snacks from the store, anybody coming with?” Jack asked. “I’ll come with you.” Ace said. Jack gave you a small smile and blew you a kiss before heading out the door.

“So who are you?” You turned around seeing a fairly short women with a bunch of highlights in her hair. “Neelam that’s Y/N you know who she is.” Urban said, Neelam was one of Jack’s many mangers you heard about her a few times and how possessive she seemed to be when it came to Jack.

“I know who she is Urban but I wanna know what’s her title.” “Her title?” Druski asked Neelam. She removed herself from the doorway and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a drink and faced you all again. “Yeah are Jack’s girlfriend, are you a little fling? What do you want from Jack because if it’s money I can give you some right now so you can leave.”

You were taken off guard you didn’t even know who this lady was and she just automatically assumed you were with Jack for the money. “What are you talking about Neelam? That’s Jack’s girlfriend and Y/N isn’t like that so whatever you’re thinking stop thinking it.” Druski came to your defense.

“I have my eyes on you Y/N.” She rolled her eyes at Druski and walked away and once she left you felt as if you could finally breathe again. “Well that wasn’t awkward at all.” You tried brushing it off and changing the energy in the room. “I’m sorry she acted like that towards you just try not to pay her any mind.” Urban reassured you.

“Yeah Neelam’s just really possessive when it comes to Jack so the way she acts is understandable.” Maybe they were right she didn’t really have a reason not to like you and at the same time you understood where she was coming from especially since a lot of girls Jack had been with are only with him for his money.

“I mean I guess but it’s whatever, so Druski is it true you’re talking to somebody?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him making him grin wide. While you waited for Jack to return you tried to keep yourself busy but you kept repeating what just happened a few minutes ago in your head.

You had a feeling somebody wasn’t going to like you but maybe you were getting too much in your head right now or maybe you weren’t.

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The entire afternoon you tried distracting yourself and avoiding Neelam, you decided to not tell Jack mainly because you knew how important tonight was for him and it was just a small little incident.

You were all in the living room watching a few scary movies, you were leaning into Jack’s side with his arm over your shoulder while everyone else was scattered across the living room.

The entire movie you had this feeling like someone was watching you but just decided to brush it off as a sign you were being paranoid until you eventually just couldn’t stand it anymore. Looking to the side of you that’s when you saw Neelam glaring at you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your attention back to the screen. “Baby? You good you keep moving.” Jack looked down at noticed how you were biting your bottom lip. “Is the movie too scary? I can turn it off.” The concern in his voice clearly evident. “No it’s okay it’s not the movie, it’s nothing.”

Jack was going to press the issue further because he hated when you kept secrets or things away from him but he decided against it and let it go.

Drawing your attention back on the movie just wasn’t happening it bothered you that Neelam had a issue with you mainly because you weren’t sure what you did to make her not like you, everyone else was so welcoming and greeted you with opened arms well everyone besides her.

All you wanted to do was go home to your place and be in Jack’s arms you no longer felt comfortable being here. Once the movie was over everyone cleaned up and back into the kitchen to figure out what to make and eat.

“We have chicken, rice, broccoli.” Jack named random things in his fridge. “Everything healthy where’s the junk food at.” Ace mumbled. “Y/N if you ask Jack if we can get pizza he’ll do it.” Urban begged. “What’s in it for me if I ask?” “I’ll give you my lifetime supply of ramen.” You thought about it for a second and took his offer. “Sounds like a deal, Jack how about we order some pizza.”

“I don’t really want pizza and I can’t eat it, some chicken and broccoli sounds good.” Neelam butted in. Jack looked over at Neelam and back at you, the pout on your lips made it hard for Jack to say no. “If my baby wants pizza then pizza is what we’re having.”

You cheered along with the guys while Neelam sat in the corner. “Gold digger much.” She muttered under her breath. “What was that Neelam?” Jack raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh I said get pineapple on the pizza.” You watched how she took her phone and went upstairs to do God knows what. “What’s her issue?” Nemo asked and you shrugged your shoulders, you had no idea but you wanted to know.

Eventually the pizza came and you were all sitting in the kitchen just eating and talking when you noticed Neelam wasn’t downstairs yet. “Is Neelam coming to eat? Her food is going to get cold.” Jack pulled out his phone and messaged her, letting her know the pizza was here.

Jack had a feeling she wasn’t going to answer based off the argument they had earlier.

flashback

“Jack you need to have her sign an NDA, I understand you love her but it’s for your own good.” Neelam argued back.

Jack didn’t want to have you sign an NDA because he trusted you and knew you weren’t like girls he’s even with in the past but Neelam kept pushing him to do it. “It isn’t necessary Neelam.”

“How do you know that Jack? I saw the way she came in here and was looking around at everything it’s only a matter of time before she’s sucking you dry.” She spat at him and flopped on the chain in Jack’s office. Jack rubbed the side of his and ran his fingers through his curls.

“Let’s just drop this alright? She isn’t signing the damn NDA and that’s final.” Jack slammed the door, leaving Neelam alone in her thoughts.

She opened up the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “Trust me she’ll be signing that NDA.” Neelam wanted what was best for Jack and her mind everything she was doing to protect him but in reality she was only hurting him.

flashback over

After a few minutes she finally came came back down. “So how does everyone feel about Y/N?” Jack blurted out making you almost choke on your food. “Jack literally please you guys don’t have to ask that.” You nervously laughed.

“I love Y/N she’s just like you just the less annoying version.” Nemo joked making Jack toss a piece of pepperoni at him. “Yeah I agree with Nemo I really like Y/N.” Ace said.

“What about you Neelam?” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from her chewing, once she finished her pizza she looked up at you all. “Honestly I think she’s fun but not really Jack’s type.” The room got silent and this awkwardness filled the air. “What?” Nemo asked.

“Look Jack has introduced us to many girls before and all of those girls all played him and used him since he has money now and what makes Y/N so different.” She spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Jack’s grip on your thigh tightened.

“Watch what you say about Y/N.” Jack told her but Neelam didn’t care she was going to get her point across regardless. “Why are you with Jack?” She asked you, everyone in the room now looking at you. “I mean we-well I love Jack and he loves me.” She raised her left brow. “And you see yourself being with him forever?” Jack gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “I do.”

She wickedly smiled and pulled out a stack of paper from her purse. “I mean if you say you’re going to be with Jack I hope you don’t mind signing this NDA.” She pushed it over towards you with a pen.

You were beyond embarrassed everyone in the room was looking at you, waiting to see what you were going to do or say. “What’s this shit Neelam, I thought we walked about this earlier.” Jack told her.

“You talked about this with her? So it was your idea.” Your spoke your voice barley above a whisper as you turned to look at Jack with teary eyes. His face fell at how heartbroken and disappointed you looked. “No I’d never do anything like that Y/N I trust you baby.”

Shaking your head at him you removed his grip from you and jumped off the kitchen counter. “I want to go home.” You squeaked with your eyes shut. “Let’s just talk about this baby please.” He begged and went to grab your arm but you pulled it back. “I said I wanna go home.” You demanded.

“I’ll take you back home Y/N.” Nemo grabbed his keys and took you outside. “I’ll come with you two.” Jack went to go follow after you but Drama pulled him back. “I think she needs some space besides you need to solve things out here.” He told Jack.

Jack watched with sad eyes as you let from the kitchen with your head down, tears clearly spilling from your eyes. He wanted tonight to go smoothly and perfectly and it was at first, maybe he made the mistake of brining you tonight, he had a feeling it was too soon.

“You know you really are manger of the year huh Neelam?” The sarcasm dripping from the tone of Urban’s voice. “Oh well I did what Jack wouldn’t do.” She continued to eat her pizza while Jack stood there heartbroken.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

New Girl At Nekoma:

Kuroo's Crush

Tetsuro Kuroo featuring Nekoma x female! reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a request @times-new-roman-in-pastel! It's also this roosters birthday so Happy Birthday to our favorite Sports Promoter 🥰🥰

I apologize for being MIA for a while, poor mental health and general sickness have all but consumed my life but I promise I’m around 🖤

Oof YN 😬

Having to switch schools at the beginning of your third year 🫠

Honestly I don’t even know if crying will help at this point

Your guardian accepted a new job in Tokyo so of course you followed suit, moving from a small town to the huge city

It was a big change and an even bigger change looking at your new high school

Nekoma High School 🙌🏻

Honestly we love it

Well YOU don’t currently love it night but trust me you will soon enough 😏

Trust the process YN

You stand outside looking at the school as you take a deep breath and walk in

The halls are crowded and everyone is staring at you

Not only because you are the new kid but also because you are so pretty 🤩

Turning heads everywhere you go YN!

However right now it’s very overwhelming because, well once again, everyone is staring at you

You look around, trying to find your classroom but much to your dismay, it seems to not exist

But we don’t give up so easily! Oh no no

You mentally calm yourself, turning around to start over

Unfortunately when you turn around you turn smack into two boys

Subsequently you tumble to the ground, landing hard

“Are you ok?” An angelic voice chimes

You look up, seeing a tall boy and a shorter boy staring at you

“Yeah I’m ok, sorry for running into you,” you say as the shorter boy extends his hand to help you

“Sorry for knocking you down, ummm I’m sorry I don’t know your name?” The shorter boy says

“Oh I’m Yn, it’s my first day,” you say smiling and fixing your skirt and blouse

“Welcome to Nekoma YN, I’m Yaku and this is Kai,” the shorter boy says

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say smiling softly

Yaku and Kai smile back but before you can say anything

We hear an agitating, grading voice 😒

“Yaku!! Hey Yaku!”

You look over to see a very tall, white haired boy and a boy with a Mohawk approaching

“Yaku, hey I need your help!”

Yaku rolls his eyes as you watch their interaction, “Lev if it’s help with your receives, I’ll pass”

Lev 👉🏻 😱 offended

Meanwhile the boy with the Mohawk is just staring at you 👁️👄👁️

“For goodness sakes Yamamoto, stop staring at the new girl, it’s creepy!”

“Like you yelling that isn’t also creepy,” another boy says as he walks past with his head in a video game

“Hey are you really a new girl?” The tall boy known as Lev asks

You just smile and shake your head

“What in the heck are you all doing-” a tall, handsome dark haired boy approaches and halts as his eyes meet yours

You blush a little, smiling at the boy

Kai and Yaku be like 👀 😐😏

So now you have two guys staring at you as well as utter chaos ensuring around

Way to go Yn 👏 great job 🙄

“Umm hello, I’m Yn. I’m sorry for causing all this commotion. I’m new here and I’m afraid I’m lost,” you say

The tall, rooster haired boy 👉🏻😳

“What classroom are you looking for Yn?” Kai asks

You tell him as Yaku interrupts

“Hey Kuroo’s in that class, he can show you the way right captain?” Yaku says smacking Kuroo’s back

Kuroo👉🏻👁️👄👁️ umm yeah

“Thanks Kuroo, I appreciate it!” You say beaming

Please Yn, he starts blushing so hard 🥹

Yaku and Kai watch as you and Kuroo walk to class

“Heys making a fool of himself,” Kai says

“Isn’t it glorious?” Yaku laughs 😂

From that day forward, it was safe to say our precious captain cat developed a tiny crush on you

Well not really TINY

Man’s fell so hard for you Yn it’s unreal

He loved spending time with you, walking you to class and even eating with you

Subsequently, you became besties with the boys volleyball team

Your proximity to the team came with mixed reviews

Lev was rather annoying per the usual, Kenna acted like he normally did and Yamamoto essentially ceased all functioning when you were around

Honestly what I wouldn’t give to be a flu on that wall 🤣

You developed a closeness to the boys and soon found yourself in the current situation

“YN you should just be our manager,” Yaku blurted out one day at lunch

Kuroo 👉🏻 *literally choking* 👁️👄👁️ whet-

“I mean, she’s always hanging around so she should probably make herself useful,” Yaku shrugged

“Wow what an enticing invitation,” Kenna said 😐🙄

“Well I mean, Kuroo basically drools- HEY!” Yaku screeched as Kuroo jabbed him in the stomach

“I do actually know a little about volleyball! I use to be friends with the manager of the volleyball team at my last school!” You smile

“You mean, we could actually have a girl manager? Yamamoto exclaimed

“It’s up to the captain I think,” Kai said as everyone looked at Kuroo

Kuroo looked over at you as you beamed at him, how could he say no

He’s literally such a simp for you Yn and this was his chance to keep you close 🥰

“Well if you want to Yn-”

Before he can even finish, you fling yourself into his arms for a huge hug

Kuroo 👉🏻😐😳

You 👉🏻🥹 🫂

Yaku and Kai 👉🏻😏

Yamamoto 👉🏻 jealous 😠

Kenna 👉🏻🙄 📱

Please YN do less ✋🏻

As it turns out, you becoming Nekoma’s manager was both a good and a bad decision

Because now Kuroo would have to share you with not only his teammates but with the teams they played against

For example, someone’s always interrupting his nerdy jokes 😒

“Hey YN, why can’t you trust an atom?” Kuroo asks

“I don’t know why?” You say

“YN EMERGENCY HELP!” Lev screams as he runs in, Yaku hot on his tail

“LEV GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!” Yaku screams as Fukunaga, Yamamoto and Inuoka follow

“What happened?” You ask as Kuroo narrows his eyes 😑

“Yaku said Lev would never measure up to him and Lev said ‘but Yaku I’m already taller than you’ and Yaku got mad,” Yamamoto said

You 👉🏻😐 really?

“YN stop him from killing me! You need my height!” Lev screeches

“You suck Lev we can do without you,” Kenma says

We love it here 🤦🏻‍♀️

Meanwhile poor Kuroo is just standing there with the punchline to his joke, all deflated 😞

The punchline btw was “because they make up everything” 😩

Often times, Kuroo finds himself just watching you

kind of creepy? Yes but stay with me

“Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” Kai asked

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Kuroo says

“Really? We can all see how bad you have it for Yn, you are horrible at hiding it,” Kenma says walking past

Kuroo 👉🏻🥲

“Just confess to her,” Kai says

“I don’t know how and what if she doesn’t like me back?” Kuroo asks

For real?? Have you seen yourself Kuroo 🤔

“The training camp is coming ip next week, that’s the perfect time to confess!” Kai shouts

Kuroo thinks about it as he watches you

What does he really have to lose? I mean you’ve always been sweet to him and kind

Surely you like him too right?

Spoiler alert: you do 😍

Summer camp comes and Kuroo is so nervous

He has it all planned out perfectly

He will tell you how much he likes you and you will reciprocate and you will both live happily ever after 😍

Too bad that doesn’t happen 😃

“YN??? Is that you??” A voice booms from behind Nekoma

Karasuno stands there, their eyes wide as you stare back

“Holy crap! What are you guys doing here?” You yell, running towards them as Kiyoko appears

“YN HOLY CRAP IS THAT YOU?” She screams as you both hug

Nekoma is looking on, so very confused 🤨

“Uhhh YN?” Yaku asks

“These are my old friends! I use to go to Karasuno before I transferred here!” You smile

“YN we’ve missed you! It’s so good to see you!” Daichi says, hugging you

Oof Kuroo is seeing red right now 😡

“YN are you with Nekoma?” Suga asks as you nod

Kuroo stomps up to you, putting his arm around you as Daichi looks on

Kai, Yaku, Suga and Asahi 👉🏻👀🍿

“YN is my manager,” Kuroo says oh so confidently

“Our manager, idiot,” Kenma corrects, walking by 🙄

Daichi and Kuroo are in a staring match right now Kenma don’t interrupt!

“Come on YN let’s go,” Kuroo says, pulling you away

“Oh ok! I’ll see you guys later!” You say waving at your former school friends

As training camp progresses, Kuroo finds himself more agitated 😠

Seriously, on top of his team not letting him have a moment with you, now Karasuno is monopolizing your time!

“YN it’s so awesome to see you again!” Asahi says

“I can’t believe you’re working with these city boys now YN!” Tanaka scowls

Please Yn, smack him ✋🏻 🧑🏼‍🦲

“We all know YN really misses us the most,” Daichi adds, smirking at Kuroo

Kuroo 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

“Daichi knock it off-” you start to say, too bad you are interrupted by a certain someone 👀

“As a matter of fact, my dear Daichi, YN is SO much happier at Nekoma. She’s way to pretty and perfect to be stuck in some country bumpkin town!” Kuroo shouts

Kai, Yaku, Suga, and Asahi 👉🏻😳😲

Kiyoko 👉🏻😏

You 👉🏻😐😳🥹

“Tetsuro you think I’m pretty?” You say

“And perfect Yn don’t forget he said that too,” Yaku adds

Kuroo realizing what he said 👉🏻😐😳😰

“Ummm well yeah I do-” but before he can finish his sentence YN swoops in for a cheek kiss 😘

Kuroo 👉🏻😐🤯 YN I LIKE YOU ALOT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME

Kai and Yaku 👉🏻😐🤦🏻‍♂️

Suga and Asahi 👉🏻 😃😃

Kenma 👉🏻 🙄 📱

“I like you too Tetsuro and I’d love to go out with you,” you say as Kuroo practically explodes and grabs you, swinging you around as you laugh

Yaku and Kai are probably whipping tears away 🥲

YN you are one luckily lady!

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Phase One-Seven with 2D, Russel and Murdoc

Note: For 2D and Russel, the reader in gender Neutral (pan and bi kings) and for Murdoc, it’s fem reader (I am sorry but I can’t see him dating a man imo but you can simply read over the gendered head cannon if you want <3)

Phase One 2D-

You were a waitress at the diner where Gorillaz always got breakfast and he was smitten with you almost instantly and always tried to look his best when they went there, leading Murdoc to make fun of him for “preening like a lanky rooster”

Is a little shy and still shocked you even agreed to go on a date with him in the first place ( Having your eyes knocked in by a bastard bass player who shouldn’t be allowed to ever drive might put a damper on your dating scene)

Has a small amount of trust issues but slowly and steadily, he opened his heavily romantic side to you.

His love language is words of affirmation. He compliments you a lot and genuinely means each and everyone.

Is a classic man when it comes to pet names but when he gets drunk and such, he breaks out a special one: Painkiller. (Must be heavily intoxicated and has only happened once. He later yelled “Swiper, No Swiping” at a picture of a fix while walking home later that night)

Speaking of painkillers, you make sure he never takes too many at once and he won’t argue with you about it.

Phase Seven 2D

Twenty one years later and still going strong.

Has gotten to the point where he can’t sleep unless he’s beside you. 

He just feels so loved and protected by you.

Although he still sings your praises, he’s developed a taste for gifts he’ll know you will like. 

Has kept mementos from every one of your dates: movie ticket stubs, Photo Booth slips, receipts from dinners, little souvenirs from trips and key cards from hotels. They are stored in a converse box. He had made it his mission to protect it because it is essentially a time line of nearly a quarter of a century spent with you.

When he took you to Hollywood, you and him had a great time. Until you realized that you’re loving boyfriend was about to get sacrificed. That really killed the vibe of the getaway.

Phase One Russel-

You were the instrument repair person and he often stared at you while you were fixing his drum set. 

He asked you to watch a movie and the rest is history.

You both shit talk Murdoc in the privacy of your rooms. 

You two pretty much keep everyone else alive. (Which means you cut the crust off 2D’s and Noodles sandwich and don’t let Murdoc suffocate in his own smell while lounging in the Winnebago) 

One time you and him went on a weekend get away and came back to a kitchen with a scorched ceiling,    a broken water pipe and one less Murdoc eye brow.

He is definitely a Quality time guy. 

You and him have a ritual where you make your breakfast and sit in complete silence.

At the start of the relationship, you thought the silence was his way of showing irritation but really it was the opposite.

You’ve come to love the lack of words but surplus of radiating love from him.

Phase Seven Russel-

The relationship has gotten tough as of late due to his new hobby: staring at TV Static.

You get into arguments about it when he finally looks away

You are trying your best to kept it together 

You still spend a lot of time with him but you hate the feeling that you need to compete with fabled answers in blurring white, gray and black. 

After the events of the cult incident , he slowly started to return to normal, much to your joy.

Slowly but surely, your relationship got back on track.

Phase One Murdoc-

Heard you doing spoken word one night at a “weird hipster whacko bar” (his exact words) he was scoping out to potentially rob and thought you’d be a great song writer 

Talked to you about it, caught feelings after a month or so

attempted to kidnap you but you dropped a piano out the window on his head.

Just kidding.

It was a keyboard. 

After a week of shame and plotting, he did what only Murdoc could do: Try again.

You escaped being kidnapped once again but at this point, you had kinda gotten a crush on him. So you moved into his ‘house’ of Kong Studios to work on the song writing process with his magnum opus of a band called Gorillaz.

You became a hit with all the band members. 2D because you kept Murdoc from hitting him, Russel because you were great to talk to and cook with and Noodle because she was happy to have another girl around, even if you were a good twenty years older than her.

You and Murdoc are a surprisingly easy going and comfortable couple. Everyone has their quirks and it just so happens that yours doesn’t irk him and his doesn’t irk you. 

Sure there’s things you don’t like about him (the abuse of the singer, the kidnapping/ attempted kidnapping of people, Attempted Murder, Drug Possession, Driving Law Violations.) but you love him anyway.

Life has not been kind to Murdoc, which doesn’t give him an excuse but it gives an element of understanding. 

He is trying to change for you. He’s trying to be calmer, a tad nicer and more pleasant to be around and the effort is all you ever asked for. 

Alright happy time people, happy time.

Is very affectionate in the comfort of his home.

Prone to just laying a random one of his limbs on you while sitting down. 

You have matching upside down cross necklaces. 

Is a physical touch kind of guy, but on his own terms.

No very romantic in the regular but when he tries? Yup.. Mr. Darcy Material (Pride and Prejudice is the only movie that he doesn’t fall asleep during)

Phase Seven Murdoc-

Welp… When your lover of twenty one years starts a cult to take a demon to bed, there’s only so much you can forgive.

This caused a rift and you are very angry with him at the moment. 

But then, you got called to the hospital (You are 2Ds and Noodles Emergency contact) 

Of course you showed up.

What you then saw was the tipping point.

You and Murdoc are currently on a break. (Will resume after detailed apology and if you decide to do so.) 

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part five - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: Bullying

Michael has a lot of stuff. A lot of heavy stuff. Despite him assuring her that he can move it all in on his own, she still wants to help.

It would be kind of a dick move if she didn’t assist with all of this. An hour in, and the apartment is already transformed from bland and empty into a hoard of pastel rainbow decor and soft white staple pieces. 

She takes a break to admire the painting of a fluffy white angel cat over watercolor Van Gogh scenery. Michael comes through the door, panting, with his white, vintage microwave in tow.

“Who painted this?” She asks him.

He smiles, blushes, puts the microwave down and then his hand on his hips. “I did.”

Her eyes grow wide. “This is amazing.”

He chuckles. “Thank you.”

She likes Michael a lot already, but she’s also very jealous of him and his many talents and cool possessions. He makes her want to decorate and be creative, both skills she’s never been able to possess correctly.

She hasn’t gotten the key made yet, so she goes out and does that while he starts unpacking his things. By the time she’s done, her apartment looks astonishing. Fairy lights twinkle over gauze white curtains and a big speaker plays soft hiphop music in one corner of the living room. Her couch is full of comfy white and grey fluffy throw pillows. An incense burner releases gourmand, smoky aroma into the air.

Michael is stretched out on the couch, taking a break, watching Legally Blonde on DVD. Her small TV is now in her room and his bigger flatscreen dwarfs the stand that it was on.

She sits down beside him with two glasses of water. Before she can set hers down on the coffee table, he stops her. “Wait! Coasters!”

He digs through two boxes of stuff before he finds white marble coasters for them to set their drinks on.

She laughs at him and he grins back. “I know, I know,” he tells her, “typical trust fund kid BS.”

“You’re fine,” she tells him. “I was laughing at the coasters because the table is already a mess.”

“Listen,” he says, “this table just needs some tee ell cee . A sander and some paint would do her wonders.” He pats the wooden top.

“Can I help?” She asks, excited to take on a project with a new friend.

“Of course you can,” he assures.

She remembers him telling her that his mother is an artist. “Did your mom teach you to paint?”

He nods. “She also taught me how to make miniatures. You know, like dollhouses but for adults?”

“That’s amazing. Do you trade art with her?”

“I do,” he says, “we send things back and forth in the mail. Although my dad says it ‘ clogs up their post office box ’.”

“He’s not a fan of art?”

Michael snorts. “He hates everything except golf. Sometimes I think he hates me.”

She shakes her head. “Does he really hate you? You’re the perfect son.”

Michael sighs. “No, but he hates gay people, so it’s close enough. When I first came out to him, if my mother wouldn’t have been there, he would’ve probably shot me. He’s a real man’s man if you know what I mean..”

She nods, smiling ruefully. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean.”

Michael thinks for a moment. “We should get a dog.”

“I would love that, but it’s no pets here.” She frowns.

He raises his eyebrows and sips at his water. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

They decide it has to be a quiet dog, one from the local shelter who’s comfortable being alone at night. They look online for local pounds to read up on some potential candidates.

“Rocky. Pitbull mix. Potty trained, good with kids and other pets, sweet and loves everyone.” She shows Michael a picture of a medium sized black, stout dog with shiny grey eyes.

Michael shows her his own selection, a retired service beagle named Winnie. “Short for Winnifred,” he reads, “loves people and other pets, very polite, and hardly ever barks.”

“I love them both,” she groans, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“Same,” Michael sighs. “It’s one in the afternoon. Do you work tonight?”

“Yup.” She presses an arm over her face, blocking out the ceiling light.

“Don’t you have to sleep?” He asks.

She’s not tired at all because she slept through the night, but she agrees because Michael sounds like he needs some alone time. Plus, her DVDs and TV are in her room now, and if she can’t sleep she can watch an old horror movie again.

The problem isn’t getting to sleep, it’s staying there - waking up sweating, gasping, whining John’s  name. She slaps her mouth shut, presses her face into her pillow, and prays to any deity listening that her voice wasn’t loud enough for Michael to hear. First day in the new place and his roommate has a wet dream. It would make any sane person want to revoke their rental agreement immediately.

She should be embarrassed and anxious that Michael potentially heard her, but instead she’s grinding against her sheets and thinking of tall men handcuffed to beds.

This won’t work. This isn’t working. She’s so pent up that it’s borderline painful. It’s taking over her mind. She sticks her hand into her sleep pants, past her underwear, and into a sloppy mess, tries to think about anything but John while she rubs her clit, but in doing so her brain latches onto the thought of him and pretty soon he’s the only thing on her mind. It’s like her body thinks John and pleasure are one and the same.

She tries to paint a decent fantasy of what she would like sex with him to be, but really she doesn’t give a shit as long as it’s him. And that’s what scares her. He could be absolutely celibate and she’d still crave him, and this is the worst time for her to realize that because her alarm is going off for work.

She orgasms at the cost of being ten minutes late.

The locker room lights are off when she goes to put her things away, which is unusual. Since she started, they’ve been lit around the clock. In fact, she’s not even sure where the light switch is in here because she’s never had to use it. Fumbling around in the pitch black is making her even tardier. Finally, she finds the switch and flips it. The room illuminates, and standing under the migraine-inducing glow is someone who makes headaches seem like a dream come true.

Benny grins from his seat on the bench, which he quickly abandons in favor of looming over her. Once again, the sweaty, edematous mass of him blocks her exit.

She’s too busy contemplating if anyone would hear her scream to see him hold his open palm out expectantly.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“What?” She asks, imagining in another universe she sounds angry and oppositional instead of whiny and terrified. In another universe, she can also kick his ass. Not in this one, though. In this universe, she does as Benny demands and hands him her phone so she doesn’t have to suffer through the touch of his greasy skin a second time.

He holds her phone in one hand while the other holds his own. She doesn’t bother trying to see what he’s doing because she can’t get her feet to move let alone stand on tiptoes and look over his shoulder.

This goes on for a while in which her only thought consists of asking herself if she could run to the door and make it into the populated infirmary before he can catch her. Again, this is a solution mainly dependent on her stubborn feet.

She’s not really worried about what he sees on her phone. It’s what he’s getting from it that sets her pulse careening.

He reaches out and tries to shove it into her jacket pocket, but luckily that’s when her feet decide to save her and step away from his hands. He scowls at her like she just insulted his mother.

“Fine.” Benny opens his hand and drops her phone on the stone floor. She winces when she hears the shatter, then looks back up at his pleased expression.

“Remember our trip.” He pushes past her, not enough to hurt but to make her yelp and stumble, and slams the door shut on his way out.

Her phone isn’t broken. The screen has a tiny crack in one corner but other than that it’s still perfect. She doesn’t understand why she heard it shatter, but chalks it up to losing her mind from repeated stress and unregulated sleep.

She grabs her bag from her locker and brings it with her to the nurse’s station, labeling the locker room as an unsafe and off limits space, which are becoming more bountiful by the day.

John is not her patient tonight. On her day off they must have had an influx of admissions because she’s responsible for 10 of them and the infirmary is unusually and appropriately staffed.

Her hopes of his nurse trading him are slim to none because he’s a wonderful patient and over time everyone has seemed to agree that they want him on their assignment sheet.

The other nurse’s that take and give her report always talk about what a cool, easy going guy he is and how they’re surprised that he needs that many guards with him.

“What do you think he did?” Stan, one of the day shift nurses, asks her.

“My bet’s on released a circus full of wild animals and let them trample a small town, but I could be wrong.” She taps her pen against her report sheet and laughs at her own joke.

Stan snorts. “He probably killed some rich guys.”

The other nurses like him so much that most of their theories on why John is in four point restraints with four men guarding him at all times is because he’s done something valiant that pissed someone powerful off.

That’s probably the other reason his wound looks better; not just because of her, but because if you like a patient or connect with them you’re more than likely going to give them the best care you can provide.

If she’s honest, it kind of makes her feel sick. Not because everyone has grown to like John, but because that means she’ll have less chance of being his nurse from here on out. Also, she knows it’s five-year-old mentality, but she liked him and treated him well first while the other ones had to get to know him beforehand.

Her case load is heavy. A couple IV’s, wound changes, someone with a tracheostomy. She sits down to chart, finally, at 3 AM.

One of the other nurses, Bill, calls for her across the hall.

She fights the urge to groan while standing on sore feet and walking over to his medication cart.

Bill grins at her, looking like he’s really enjoying himself. “My patient in 9 wants to see you.”

“Me?” She asks.

Bill shrugs, still looking very amused. “He says he needs to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Bill tells her. “Seems that he likes your company, though.” He gives an eyebrow raise at the awkward expression crawling onto her face.

She reminds herself that this her workplace for the 80th time and that Bill’s suggestive expressions are just him messing around. Joking. That’s all. He’s joking.

John is watching the door, waiting for her. When she pops in like a mouse and scurries to his bed, He feels the urge to pet her on the head for showing up, which is strange but not unwarranted. She does act like a cute little pet. That’s not the most respectable way to think of her, but he likes it so it sticks.

His smile is wide and genuine. “How’s the roommate search?”

“Uh, I got one.” She smiles timidly, hoping he doesn’t think she’s erratic and air-headed for finding someone so fast

His eyes widen just the smallest bit. “That’s good, are they nice?”

She nods too eagerly. “He’s great. And he has great decorations.”

The key word here - at least the one his ears attune to - is he. Not because a woman and a man living together automatically entails romance or connection, but because John knows men - John is a man - and most of them turn out to be less than good.

He tries not to look mean, to keep his smile, to focus on her being here with him in the present and alive and well; If he doesn’t, rage will start talking, nefarious, whispering sin in his ear, assuring him that it wouldn’t be hard to break out of these handcuffs and make sure her roommate becomes her loyal dog for the rest of the time he spends living with her.

“If you wouldn’t have suggested it, I’d probably be homeless by next week.” She tries to sway the conversation toward optimism because she sees something in his expression that reads like he’s a little upset. He probably does think she’s a moron at this point.

Maybe it’s just good that she’s happy. He tries to shift focus onto that. The roommate can’t be that bad if she’s so upbeat.

It’s been very easy to talk to John most times, but then there are moments like this when something awkward and unsaid hangs between them and more often than not she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he doesn’t either.

“Just be careful,” is what he decides to say.

She chuckles. “I will, don’t worry.”

He doesn’t understand what’s funny.

One of the security guards stands, stretches, yawns. He says he’s going to take a break. The other guards are asleep, so once he leaves they’ll be, essentially, alone.

“I’m gonna go to vending, John you want anything?” He asks.

John shakes his head no. “Thanks.”

The security guard nods at both her and John and walks out.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you while you were busy,” he says, apologizing with his eyes, too. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She purses her lips, which he thinks means she’s trying not to leak an expression that will probably be embarrassing. Really, she’s trying to tame her lion heart back into its cage before it sinks its teeth into him and refuses to let go.

“I’m okay, John.” She attempts smiling. “You’re the one in the hospital bed.”

He shrugs like his stab wound and near death are just a hiccup.

She talks again. “And I’m glad you called me in. I like talking to you.”

His face is all smile now. “Likewise.”

He tells her to pull up a chair if she wants, and she steals one of the metal ones that the breaking guard left behind. She sits by his bedside and they have a conversation about the weather that turns into a discussion on harsh winters in Belarus.

“Did you grow up there?” She asks him.

He nods. “I traveled a lot.”

“So, you’re Russian?” She puts her chin in her palm and stares at him like he is the most interesting person in the world. She’s adorable like this.

“Yes. American, now.”

“Do you speak Russian?” Her eyebrows raise.

“da, ya krasivaya.” His tone automatically slides into a deep baritone when he says this.

He needs to be nerfed. Outlawed. He should not be handsome, nice, like-able, and be able to speak a different language in his perfect voice. It’s really not fair at all.

She’s too busy trying to tame her rogue thoughts to ask him what he even said. The desire to climb into his lap and straddle him crosses her mind twenty times in different ways. She blinks heavy. “You’re the coolest person I know.”

He murmurs a laugh.

They talk until the guard comes back from his break, mainly about Belarus and what it was like there and where else he has traveled. She’s not sure if she’s always had the desire to travel, but if she didn’t before she does now.

Although she has a ton of charting to catch up on, she doesn’t want to leave him. The taste of human connection is on her tongue after a couple years of abstinence and she’s becoming addicted.

When she leaves his room, it’s with inner reluctance and impressive self control.

She tells him to sleep. He promises he’ll try.

It would be easier to do her job if she wasn’t catching Benny sneering at her whenever they’re in the same space, but she gets through it, reasoning that John has it worse than her because he has to suffer through six hours with the asshole guard in his room.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group C Round 3: #C8 vs #C2

#C8: Government employee and his white cat boss

#C2: High social anxiety girl has to befriend her whole class

Details and poll under the cut!

*Text in green indicates that something has been changed.

#C8: White Cat Legend 2020 (Dali si Rizhi)

Summary:

Chen Shi, a young man from the countryside, journeys to the capital in search of his missing older brother, whose existence he only knew about upon his mother’s death. He knows neither the name nor face of his brother, and after finally arriving at the capital, he runs out of money as well. One thing led to another, and he finds himself employed at Dali Court, where he works for Vice Minister Li Bing, a large white cat.

On the other hand, Li Bing is of royal blood who was imprisoned because of his family’s treason. Now, he has to work in the government to atone for the crime.

At Dali Court, they review court cases from all over the country. But when an incident involving the esteemed ministers of the royal court breaks out, Dali Court is called to help, only to find themselves entangled in political threads and hit heads with an eccentric demon.

Li Bing is determined to get to the bottom of this, but how far can he go when he could regress into a real cat at any time when left unchecked?

Propaganda:

I’m tired of writing new propaganda every round, so I’m begging you to just trust me that it’s GREAT.

Intriguing plot? Check. Complex and interesting characters? Check. Comedy? Check. Drama? Check. 

The blend of comedy and drama is just so good. I started the show because I love cats and supernatural stuff. Who would’ve thought it would pull me into an abyss of despair of political intrigue. The cat demons turned out to be just the icing on the cake. 

We have all these different characters brought up in different ways that their ideas of what is Right conflict with each other. None of them are exactly Wrong or inherently Evil (well, except for maybe one guy), and this makes it so much more difficult to choose who to root for. You’d think everyone against the protagonists are the Enemies, but turns out even the protagonists are limited by their biases and unintentionally harm others. Even the two protagonists themselves get into arguments because of their different standpoints.

And I just love this because it makes them realistic, you know? The characters don’t always agree with their friends, and their enemies are not completely hostile either. It really all boils down to what they believe in. Sometimes their beliefs align with existing comrades, and sometimes they find it on the other side.

Production-wise, this show also gets a check on everything. As an adaptation, it’s amazing. The original manhua has quite a simple style—kind of like comic book drawings, and panels are all rectangles in one straight line. Storytelling is also simple and straight to the point. 

But the 2020 donghua? God, it went far and beyond that.  The animation team does not cut corners at all, which is a feat considering the show has a low budget from what I’ve heard. 

A short, simple scene in the manhua becomes an emotionally-devastating experience in the donghua. The animation choices, angles, music, and just everything else blend so well to deliver a STORY. This adaptation does not just copy frames from the source (like Blue Lock) or cut/reorder some of the scenes (like Horimiya and Sasaki to Miyano). White Cat Legend 2020 understands the material so well that it can creatively use the advantages of the animation medium to deliver an experience that exceeds even that of the source. Think Mob Pyscho 100 or One Punch Man s1 level of creativity. It even has mini stories at the end of the ending song. For s1, the mini stories are in stop-motion, while for s2 it’s formatted like a video game. You gotta appreciate the effort.

Please just vote for this show. It deserves to be in the Finals.

Trigger Warnings:

Cannibalism - There’s a cat demon who appears in human form, and he eats humans (it’s not shown explicitly, though).

Animal Cruelty or Death - said cat demon also eats animals raw (again, not explicitly)

Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore - There’s blood and fighting, and somebody also gets tortured in season 2. But again, nothing too graphic

#C2: Hitori Bocchi’s ○○ Lifestyle (HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu)

Summary:

Many of us know what it is like to transition to a new school with few to no friends in a new environment, going through the arduous process of getting to know people again. Bocchi Hitori knows this struggle all too well, having just graduated from elementary school and thrown into middle school. Unfortunately, she suffers from extreme social anxiety: she faints when overwhelmed, vomits when nervous, and draws up ridiculously convoluted plans to avoid social contact. It does not help that her only friend from elementary school, Kai Yawara, will not be attending the same middle school as Bocchi. However, wanting to help her, Kai severs ties with Bocchi and promises to reconcile with her when she befriends all of her classmates in her new middle school class.

Even though Bocchi has no faith in herself, she is determined to be friends with Kai again. Summoning all of her courage, Bocchi takes on the daunting challenge of making friends with her entire class, starting with the delinquent-looking girl sitting in front of her…

Propaganda:

This is a fun and lighthearted show. Watch it if you need something cute to chill out! The art is cute and colorful, the music lively, and the animation fine enough.

As it's adapted from a four-panel gag manga, the story is simple and focuses on the various characters. They all have pun-based names related to their main personality trait, so they're easy to remember if you know some basic Japanese (Hitori Bocchi means all alone, for example). The girls are all adorable and fun in their own quirky ways, and I loved seeing the heroine doing her utmost best to overcome her fears -and other challenges- to befriend them in the hope of fulfilling her promise. That's the power of the Do-Your-Best Fairy! They all care for each other (despite some teasing) and help Bocchi with her monumental task, never pulling her down for her struggles but gently pushing her in the back when needed.

But most importantly, Hitori Bocchi is a very relatable character. As someone suffering the same trouble, I related a lot with Bocchi, from her silliest worries to her escalating panic and weird schemes in an attempt to prevent anything wrong. Anxiety is faithfully represented, mixed with the right amount of laughing to how far Bocchi can get to avoid fearful situations in her very cute ways. It feels good to see a character like me in a such positive light! The struggles are real and acknowledged, and it’s really moving to see our heroine overcome them little by little in a very humanizing way.

This series has become one of my comfort materials, and I come back to it when I need hope and inspiration in everyday social interactions! If you need one last thing to be convinced, listen to that most adorable and silly song that will give you the Power of Motivation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGoGwlNmZUQ 

Trigger Warnings: None.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

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#anime #donghua #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 3 #tournament polls #group c #white cat legend #大理寺日志 #dali si rizhi #da li si ri zhi #hitori bocchi’s lifestyle #hitori bocchi no marumaru seikatsu #hitoribocchi no marumaru seikatsu

[canonizzyhours]

Re 250

Thank you this fandom needs more clarification of shipping. I don’t like edizzy bc what you described doesn’t appeal to me, but I can see the basic “enemies to lovers” hate sex vibes of stizzy easily. IN FIC. i used to read fic of these ships and talk about them but I backed away when I realized how many other people not only wanted it to be canon but convinced themselves it would be and started harassing people about it. I don’t want it canon! Izzy needs to stay far the fuck away in canon. Any Izzy ship as endgame would have been awful. At this point I’m afraid that people like us who like certain boilerplate fic dynamics are a minority among angry truthers. The truthers behavior ruined these fic ships for me bc they made me so angry I stopped talking to or trusting other Izzy fans unless I knew them well enough to know they didn’t believe he was a canon love interest. It ruined the enjoyment of toxic ship fics. I read other fandoms now for that bc there is so much racism against Ed and anger against gentle beard shippers in a fandom for a romance about gentle beard. Like get over it canyon it’s not canon it was never going to be canon I never wanted it to be canon and truthers harassed people out of the fandom and created a hostile environment for everyone else even those of us who also like Izzy fics. I went back and looked to see what was new and it’s all just full of Ed slander, edizzy turned into poor abused woobie and big evil brown man (that’s racist) and stizzy turned into stede and Izzy comforting each other when Ed is mean. Where are the fics of these pairings where Izzy is the bad guy? Making Izzy into a white man woobie ruined Izzy fandom. It’s racist and it’s boring. I would be overjoyed if other Izzy shippers made a distinction between fics they like and what they wanted in canon but the canyon killed the potential for self aware ofmd villain fucking and became assholes devoted to punishing fans of canon for enjoying canon. Id have stopped watching the show if steddyhands edizzy or stizzy had been canon, but I’d have stayed in the Izzy fandom if it hadn’t turned into what it is. You’re right, toe eating is sex and “Izzy did nothing wrong” makes fic and meta boring. Izzy is fun bc the other characters hate him. I kind of hate him and I love the guy. It feels like most Izzy fans just switched his personality/backstory with Ed’s and just went off on a flight of fancy about it. Let Ed be Ed. Let Izzy be Izzy. And for gods sake let canon be canon. Canyon needs to understand the difference between porn and and the source material bc their version of izzy ruined enjoyment of BOTH.

#256.

related posts: #250

#ofmd #izzy hands #edward teach #edizzy #fandom critical #canonizzyhours

[tanya-ch]

Yandere Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

!You are an esper!

You were an esper who was trying to hide your gift, not knowing about the rats around you. And then Fyodor found out information about the gift of another esper, and kindly shared it with Shibusawa. At first he wanted to take your gift and replenish his monastery, more one ruby crystal. But, suddenly he began to think, you seemed to him something new, not just a speck in the mass of gifted ones, but like a breath of fresh air. And for this reason, he began to follow you, they say, suddenly he will change his mind again. You, having noticed whose then a piercing look, you couldn’t attribute it to paranoia, you definitely understood. Someone needs you, or rather, not you, but your ability. But who, who needs such a weak gift? Yes, you always considered it almost useless, because this is an ability she simply gave you wings, and they were always with you. Soft feathers, combined with a snow-white color, gave a bewitching effect on the soul. That’s all. But how wrong you were, because your ability still attracted the collector and was not at all for his mini temple of gifts. You learned about the wave of alleged suicides of espers in Yokohama very late. Since no one could inform you about it, because you did not work anywhere. And at that moment when you could only guess about who the collector was. He has already come up with a safe plan for you to move to him. Yes, he will definitely ask Dazai to take your gift while he can pose a threat to you. (He didn’t want you to die from your own gift)

But it happened so simply, the suicide bomber simply gained your trust, and then touched you, thereby using his ability. And after that, it won’t be difficult to move you somewhere.

You were simply knocked out, and you didn’t even have time to see the face of the person who did it. You woke up already on the floor, tied up and in some huge room with flying ruby crystals. They were all over the walls, and everyone was in their own cell. Having only managed to move a little, in the hope of freeing yourself from the binding ropes, you suddenly heard a man’s voice echoing through the empty castle.

-Oh, who woke up here, sorry for this situation, but I think you’ll be fine here too.

The male figure stood with his back to you, although even if you had seen him, you still would not have been able to recognize him.

-Who you are?

You shouted, but immediately calmed down, recognizing the familiar crystals. Although, you also only heard about them from some people.

-Oh yes, sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. *cough into fist* Tatsukiho Shibusawa, better known as a collector!

The man said proudly and turned to you. You, having understood exactly who it was, began to tremble, although you can understand, because being driven into a corner by a dragon is not very good.

Shibu, looking at you with the same ruby eyes that seemed to be blazing with fire, began to mercilessly walk towards you, despite your deep panic. Having already come close to you, he suddenly took you by the chin and looked straight into your eyes.

-You know t/i-sha (a diminutive form of the name) before, sitting within these walls, I was overcome by mortal melancholy and boredom, and now having learned about your existence, I was suddenly interested in you, and not your ability, surprisingly, don’t you think? , you probably won’t understand, but since I found out about you, my soul was filled with a strange feeling, whether it was strong excitement or not, perhaps even a slight anticipation. Perhaps people would call it “falling in love.”

Tatsukiho spoke with a calm and even thoughtful expression on his face. But abruptly lifting you from the floor by the hand, he hugged you, tightly squeezing his hands on your back, which was already covered in cold sweat. Your head was only at the level of his chest, which perfectly showed his superiority in growth.

-But, I think, as long as you are with me, I can still understand this intriguing and so desired feeling, I just want to have you completely, without giving even a thought about others. What do you think, little mouse, what kind of feeling is this?

Shibusawa said, now with a calm smile, stroking your back with one hand.

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Result: 610 words, sorry if I wrote some points wrong, I have a terrible memory. There are also mistakes here, write if you see them.

My TGC-unfinished thoughts

Also, sorry for the English, I don’t speak it, I just translate it into Google

#bungou gay dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #tatsuhiko shibusawa #dead apple #anime #gn reader #yandere #obsession #tw kidnapping #yandere love

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x13 Witch Hunt

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 844

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Regina was no stranger to grief–after all, she’d lost both of her parents as well as her first love–but nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming, all consuming, oppressive grief of losing a child.  Granted, Henry wasn’t dead.  He was hopefully living a full and happy life with Emma in New York, and that was certainly some comfort, but still the grief of knowing there was no way of ever seeing him again was so crushing she felt like she could barely breathe.

It was the main reason she’d come back to her castle.  She just wanted it all to end, and she knew exactly how to do that.  Putting herself under a sleeping curse might be extreme, but hey.  It was better than living out the next forty or fifty years with this overwhelming sadness.

“Make yourself useful,” she tossed over her shoulder to the man who had followed her like a stray puppy, or perhaps a guard dog.

Regina’s broken heart swooped at the remembrance of discovering Robin Hood following her.  What was wrong with her?  Why did she have this strong, overwhelming reaction to him everytime he showed up?  Yes, he was handsome, but she’d had dealings with plenty of handsome men through the years.  What was it about this bandit that affected her so?  She didn’t need this distraction.

And so, she’d resorted to her default when she felt flat footed–sarcasm and snark.

She did her best to ignore him as she went about gathering the supplies she needed for the curse.

She should have known he would make that impossible.

“What is that?” he asked, suspiciously eyeing the bottles she’d amassed.

“Nothing that concerns you,” she said dismissively.

He pulled an arrow at her, actually pulled an arrow. “I won’t ask you again. What is that?”

Regina’s anger flared–anger at him, anger at herself, anger at Pan, anger at the witch who’d stolen her castle, anger at the whole damn world and everyone in it.  She raised her hand and choked him.  “How dare you threaten me in my own castle!”

He struggled against her hold, but the defiance never left his eyes.  “Even if you choke the life out of me,” he gasped, “this arrow will still leave my bow, and trust me, I never miss.  Now what manner of dark potion are you making?”

In an instant the anger drained from her, leaving nothing but the emptiness–and something feeling almost like shame.  Why did it bother her so much that this man jumped to the worst conclusions about her motives?

It was something that didn’t bear contemplation.  She was so tired, so heartsick, she just wanted it to be over.  She let him go.  “A sleeping curse.”

“The kind you used on Snow White?” he asked.

“That spell came from Maleficent,” she answered, mixing ingredients. “I finally learned how to make one of my own.”

“A spell?  This is why you wanted to come to the castle?” he asked.  “That was your plan? To use it on the witch?”

“The witch?” Regina asked in surprise.  Truthfully, the idea had never occurred to her.  “I don’t care about her.”

“Then who do you plan to use it on?”

Regina stopped for a second, letting the pain, the heartbreak, wash over her once again.  She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing things were different, wishing, in a rare moment of brutal self reflection, that she’d been different.  “Don’t worry.  No one you’ll miss.  No one anyone will miss.”

“This is about your son, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice tender, understanding.  “I can’t let you do this.”

And she couldn’t let him stop her.  With a lazy wave of her hand, she stuck his feet to the floor.  “Then it’s a good thing you don’t have a say in the matter.”

He tried to dissuade her, speaking of his own heartbreak, his own guilt at his wife’s death.  He spoke to her of second chances and new reasons to care about life.

For a moment, a single moment, she almost wavered.  Her traitorous heart leapt at the hope, the possibilities his words brought to her.  What if…what if he was right?  What if there was still a possibility of a…if not strictly happy, at least content…life for her?

But as soon as the hope sprung up, it dissipated.  It was too late for her.  Too late for hope.  Hope was for the heroes, for those who still had their loved ones at their side.  Her hope was gone, and she was never getting it back.

“This isn’t an end,” she said finally. “It’s an eternal middle.  This curse can be broken by the only true love in my life and the only reason I would even want to wake–my son.”

“Regina, listen to me!  This is a mistake!” He tried one last time.

“Don’t worry,” she said, resisting the allure of his voice, “I’ll keep my word.  I’ll lower the protection spell so that Snow and Charming can be victorious, but then, then I go to sleep.”

NEXT CHAPTER->

#once upon a time fanfiction #season 3 rewatch drabbles #outlaw queen fanfic #the evil queen #robin hood

[badwithten]

Jack Frost coming for y’all, run run

The holiday that freezes us to the bone, silence

There’s nothing special

Why did everyone wait for so long?

Christmas EveL

Christmas is supposed to be a special time filled with joy, family and giving. But this year just as the festivity boils up in your blood, you see the red pour out and stain the snow below you. Terror strikes you in the gut and the warmth from the joyous session leaves your body.

“Christmas really is evil, isn't it?” You laugh, trying to make light of the deadly situation you've got yourself in.

A wicked smile plays over his lips.

“Told you so”

One of my favourite genres to write is horror, but I came back to Tumblr missing October. Lucky for me Stray Kids has a song that allows me to bring this genre into the festive season! Leading up to Christmas I’ll have a horror-themed story for each of the members.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

A/N although this was supposed to be a horror series more of these turned out to be angsty rather than scary lol but all will be tagged with their warnings if you are wanting to read!

Crazy in the Cold

The cabin Jeongin rented out for your winter getaway was too far for your old car to make it. Breaking down in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm wasn't ideal, yet you trusted Jeongin and knew he’d keep you safe. But you can only keep the cold away for too long. And soon you lose yourself in the white abyss. 

Blood Thirsty

It was your first Christmas with Chan and things were looking good. You had recently moved into an apartment with him, organised a Christmas dinner for all the members and had mistletoe hanging round every corner (any excuse to give him a kiss). But as Christmas gets closer, something about Chan seems off. His skin is cold and he won’t stop looking at you like a starved man who's just seen food for the first time. 

Eyes of the Elf

After a warm welcoming gift from your new neighbour, you notice him becoming more attentive to your life. You blew it off as him trying to make you feel more welcome. It soon became clear it was more than that. And despite not believing in fairytales, you swear your elf on the shelf keeps moving on its own. 

Blood on the Table

You held Christmas close to your heart, wanting to spend the holiday time around those who you love. Unfortunately this year, your boss insists on spending Christmas eve at his house for a company dinner. With Lee Know at your side, you head inside the strange house. At first, your anxiety was based on the awkward small talk required to get through the night. But you soon realise your life might be on the line if you don't play along with your boss's games. 

Lock Down

Despite being locked inside your family's farm house due to the poor weather conditions outside, life couldn't be better. Nothing but you, Felix and a cosy environment to spend time with the person you loved the most. All is well until you start to hear movement outside in the snow storm. But with the worsening conditions, there's no way for any human to survive out there. So who keeps knocking on the door? 

Winter Warfare

Secret Santa was something you wouldn't miss for the world, so when your manager suggested a workplace event you were thrilled. Instead of one gift on Christmas, each workday you surprise your secret Santa with a new present on their desk. It started with small trinkets and chocolate. But on the 8th day, you decided to show your secret Santa how much you really cared.  

Unwilling Alone and Forcibly Together

The first Christmas on your own wasn't going to be easy after the death of your husband last year. While rummaging through the attic for Christmas decorations you come across a box of his old things that you had never seen before. You hope to find some closure within but after reading his journal, more questions are asked then answered. Was his death an accident after all?

Maze of Memories

Having a real Christmas tree was something you took pride in each year. Going to harvest the tree, setting it up and enjoying the fresh pine smell was well worth all the mess the pine needles make. But after adventuring too far through the pine tree farm, you and Changbin struggle to find your way back. Instead, you’re forced to deal with a demon of your own creation.

#stray kids #skz #i.n #jeongin #bangchan #chan #han #lee know #felix #hyunjin #seungmin #changbin #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x reader #skz x y/n #i.n x reader #i.n x y/n #jeongin x reader #jeongin x y/n #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #chan x reader #chan x y/n #han x reader #han x y/n #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #felix x reader #felix x y/n

[rosignoelle]

mckirk rec list

Some of my favourites from this pairing, in order of increasing word count. All of the fics listed here are aos inspired (i’m a total spirk shipper when it comes to tos but mckirk has my heart for the aos).

where i lay my hat

Rating: G

Word Count: 5k

“If Bones wants to spend a ridiculous amount of his own salary keeping an empty apartment, then by all means.”

Jim accidentally moves in with Bones over the course of several shore leaves. The relationship progression is lovely.

and i can lend you all my broken parts that might fit (like this)

Rating: E

Word Count: 17k

“Academy Era. First they fall into bed. Then they fall in love”

A study in intimacy.

blueshift

Rating: E

Word Count: 22k

“When Leonard shows up at Starfleet Academy, he wonders just how drunk he was when he met with the recruiter. He has no friends, misses his kid, and if drowning his sorrows doesn't kill him, PT will. Then he meets Jim Kirk again.”

This is probably one of my favourite depictions of a character with depression. A little rushed towards the end, but very well written overall.

Better Strangers

Rating: E

Word Count: 23k

“When Leonard McCoy moves to San Francisco it's to start a new life. Something different from his old life. That means putting up with Starfleet policies, combat classes, idiot hospital employees and Jim Kirk.”

Major focus on Bones working as a doctor, which I love, and the characterizations feel spot on! The ending is a little abrupt.

Denial

Raring: E (teen until the last chapter)

Word Count: 26k

“Denial or, 5 times Bones touched Jim when he wouldn't know, and one time he did. When Leo bumped into the kid at the bar, he never knew that he'd met the one who would save him from his loneliness.”

This is written in a stream of consciousness style which plays out very well. A very sensual piece.

Old Man and the Enterprise

Rating: M

Word Count: not listed but probably ~30k

“The life and times of James T. Kirk and Leonard H. McCoy; a series of short scenes which start on shore leave and end in the indefinable future.”

This is not a sad fic by any means, but it feels mournful and yearning and lovely. gorgeous allusions to literature throughout.

This Business of Art

Rating: M (maybe T+)

Word Count: 46k

“Art culture modern AU mystery --- “Listen, Jim, I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Whether it’s taking the skeletons out of your closet or resurrecting some lost essence your father possessed…it’s not going to work.” He leveled his gaze upon Jim’s own, “It will only bring about more pain and upset everyone you love while you’re at it.” – the problem was, Jim thought, in this world of art and business who did he love, friend or foe?”

It’s a murder mystery and and art AU all in in one! I adore how this author adapted canon tidbits to their AU. Great use of foreshadowing.

Touch and Go (Right in Front is You)

Rating: M

Word Count: 48k

“Four days. That's now long Leonard had known Jim. Four days and eight train rides, during which they'd shared three thermoses of tea, several pints of beer, a handful of snacks and texts, and a red and white tin of mints that started the whole fucking thing.”

This is a great story— the author lived in the area where the story is set, which contributes to the gorgeous world building. It also has a nice focus on friendship and an ensemble cast!

the violence of comets

Rating: T

Word Count: 57k

“Jim has never once, in his life, believed in love. He wears his bare skin with only his own tattoo circling his ankle as a badge of honor. He meets a man named Leonard McCoy on a shuttle in Riverside, Iowa who believes exactly the opposite.”

A very cute AU with a nice focus on building trust.

Love, Like Ghosts

Rating: E

Word Count: 64k

“This is several stories, not just the story of Jim & Bones' epic romance.

Jim's story. "Most would think defeating the Narada was my greatest triumph, but those closest to me know the truth. The Narada was a distant third. My last Kobayashi Maru comes in second-- and not for the reasons you'd think. The first, well..."

Chris's story. "I reached a certain age and thought I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted out of life. Then I walked into an Iowa bar and realized I wasn't the person I thought I knew. Not even close..."

Leonard's story. "You know that story? the one where Pike meets Kirk and there's mentoring and bonding and they tiptoe through the tulips into happily ever? Well, this ain't it. Dipshit."”

The characters are so wonderfully flawed in this fic, it feels like a psychological piece in the best way.

visions

Rating: M

Word Count: 65k

“Jim and Bones met in high school. music was something they shared from the start. Over the years after they parted ways, they find each other again and again, and wonder if there will ever be some version of the future where the two of them can be together”

This is tagged as a high school au, but is primarily set during adulthood. A great example of non-linear storytelling, and a happy ending guaranteed!

Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe

Rating: E

Word Count: 70k

“From Variety, June 2008:

Pavel Chekov ("Charlie X") and Gaila ("Bread and Circuses") have joined the cast of small budget drama "That Which Survives," funded by Fleet's indie arm Academy and supervised by Nyota Uhura.The debut feature from longtime script doctor Leonard McCoy, former show runner on sitcom "Three to Tango," centers on a college student coping with his father's terminal cancer. Chekov plays the son, Gaila the nurse. The father is yet to be cast. Also attached are director James T. Kirk and producer Spock, the team behind the blockbuster spy-girl franchise starring Carol Marcus, the latest of which, "A Taste of Armageddon," opened last month. (A modern-day Hollywood AU.)”

The romance definitely takes the back burner here, which suits the realistic vibe of the fic. the storytelling is really well done.

En Promenade

Rating: E

Word Count: 73k

“After three months of weekend bar-hopping and a slow process of elimination -- with finding the right bar, that was, and tragically not discovering who Bones was into -- Jim was starting to narrow it down. Bones was actively scowling less, which seemed like a good sign, but Jim still didn’t quite have it right, and lo, he was determined.”

It’s the dancing fic. One of my all-time favourites, this is an excellent academy-era fic with a plot that manages to be both absolutely insane but incredibly compelling.

Friends with all my Demons

Rating: E

Word Count: 93k

“Someone has to teach Jim Kirk how to take care of himself, ‘cause he sure as hell isn’t picking it up on his own.”

A gorgeous academy-era slow burn, strong focus on medicine and how bones balances being jim’s doctor and his friend which was really nice to read.

Catching Fire (The Firehouse AU)

Rating: E

Word Count: 137k

“21st Century fire department AU. Paramedic Leonard McCoy flees a disastrous break-up in Savannah and ends up working at a fire department in Iowa.”

The character development in this fic is exquisite, and Bones makes for a great unreliable narrator which allows for some great set ups.

Two Men and a Motorbike

Rating: E

Word Count: 150k

Alternate Link AO3 Link

“One of the few constants in James Kirk's life the last three years has been his best friend, Leonard McCoy. After saving Earth from a bunch of crazy time-traveling Romulans, Jim & Bones find out what happens when best friends cross the line between friendship and something more after a late night ride on Jim's motorbike. There are good times and bad times, and times that are just plain complicated.”

A post-Narada academy fic that’s simultaneously a total romp and wonderfully endearing. Also has a 60k sequel with an emotionally mature depiction of two (admittedly fucked up) individuals navigating a romantic relationship.

Switch

Rating: E

Word Count: 230k

“The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense. A Starfleet Academy story, set in the ST:XI universe.”

For me this is THE mckirk fic. The storytelling is so seductive. It’s beautifully written and the characters are deeply compelling.

#mckirk #mckirk rec list #ao3 #mccoy/kirk #kirk/mccoy #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #james t kirk #i seriously wonder what this grouping of fics has to say about my psyche #star trek #st aos #rosig recs

[midnight-talescape]

Love (Yandere Kururu x Reader)

Kinktober day 14: Alien Manipulation

I don’t care I love this frog, he will be human when fucking tho, mainly because I’m not sure how the anatomy work on this

The human version for reference, can you believe they actually did this? And I fucking missed it, the anger.

Warning: mind controls, alien dick, mirror, some yandere, a tad bit ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You waltz into the yellow keronian Lab holding a plate of curry.

“Kururu, what you working on? I got you food,”

The yellow keronian looked up from whatever machine he’s working on to take your plate of curry. After quickly eating the plate of curry, he let out a burp and said,

“That was terrible,”

You nodded your head,

“I know, thank you, will put rat poisoning in it next time,”

After spending a few year getting to know Kururu, you have understood that Kururu is a great person once you get past the fact that he’s a jackass.

You kneeled down next to him and poked his cheek asking again,

“So what machine are you working on this time? Turning people into animal? Time travel? Turn everyone to a furry?”

Kururu grabbed your finger and handed you a piece of candy.

“Eat this,”

You shrugged and popped it into your mouth.

I mean what can go wrong, it’s just a piece of candy.

With a kukuku, Kururu turned around and showed you how to worked around his lab.

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A few day later, Kururu throw a machine at you.

You caught it before looking at him in confusion.

“Kukukuku, shoot it at me,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, kukuku,”

You quickly aimed the machine at him,

“I always hear shoot me when you speak, but this is the first time you actually said it literally. Honestly I will never do it,”

With that you shoot the beam at him,

Suddenly in a blinding light, you closed your eyes. When you reopen them again, the yellow keronian wasn’t there anymore.

Instead a tall man with yellow hair and wearing a white lab coat was in front of you.

“What the f-“

The man squished your face and look down on you.

“This is certainly a new veiw, kukukuku,”

You blink your eyes slowly,

“Kururu?”

“Seems like you’re not as dense as I thought you were,”

You grabbed his hand,

“Wait what happen?!?!”

“It’s my new machine we can make everyone alive gun, it can turn any living organisms into human. Now for the last part, kukukuku….” With his signature laugh he twist his earphone, which emitted some sort of wave length,

The light in your eyes disappear as you were hypnotize by the wave length.

He caught you as you begin to fall onto the ground. With a laugh he kissed your forehead and you woke up.

You shook your head in confusion, you felt like you forgot something. You looked at the man in front of you smiling down at you.

“What happened, Kururu?”

He gently rubbed your neck, before leaning to your ears,

“We were in the middle of doing this, remember?” With that all of your clothing was gone in a second,

Hearing this, your face flushed. But didn’t stopped him, sure he look different but it’s Kururu, you love him. You can trust him…right?

You leaned into his kiss as his hand wandered down your body.

You let out a breathy moan as you felt his long finger slipped into you, pumping you in and out. Stretching and preparing you for the onslaught.

Kururu wrapped his mouth around your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple, extracting moan from your mouth as you looked at him full of love.

Once he has deemed you ready, after you came on his hand twice. He lift a shaking leg and put it on his shoulder before aligning his member at your hole.

That was when you first saw it, his member was large, a shade of deep purple, with spiked and ridges around it.

You shuddered, you were scared. It’s not gonna fit and it’s gonna hurt. But you love him, he’s gonna take care of you…somethings wrong with you…

Just as a thought was beginning to take place, it was quickly destroyed as Kururu pushed his members into you. You bite down on his shoulder, trying to keep in the pain as his member plowed through you.

Hitting all the spot inside you, bringing pain and pleasure as the inhuman shaft fucked into you.

You hold on to him desperately, as Kururu fucked you on the wall.

“You look so pretty, getting fucked on my cock, kukuku,” he reached back to pushed a button, “You should see it for yourself,”

Suddenly you were looking at a bunch of mirror. Each showing you getting fucked from different angles. You can see your fold greedily taking in Kururu’s member after each thrust and how your breast bounce.

You let out a loud moan as you came, when you regain your consciousness you closed your eye not wanting to see how lewd you were, with juice dripping out of your fold.

You let out a sound of pain as you felt a slapped on your ass,

“Don’t close your eyes now, I prepared this just for you,”

With that you opened your eye, seeing the entire process of you being fucked into oblivion. After all you love him, if he wanted you to see him fucked you silly, you will do it.

During some point you blacked out, when you reawaken again you was sitting on his lap as he worked, his glasses seemingly shattered.

You were gonna move, when you felt his member still inside you.

“Don’t move, I don’t feel like fucking my cum into you again,”

With a blush you stopped moving and lean back.

You closed your eyes as you thought of the chance of being pregnant. After all you guys will be such a loving family.

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #Kururu #sgt frog #kururu x reader

[daisycassy]

Multifandom Fic Recs list- Dashka's favourites

Okay everyone, strap in, Newmann discord made me do this, here is my rec list, consisting of, in my humble opinion, solely of fantastic and high quality fics you should read even if it is not your fandom. Mostly longer fics, so be warned. More things may be added over time.

Pacific Rim

Inside Here (The Worst Things Come) by Orphan

" Three months, five days, and sixteen hours since the Tokyo Incident and Hermann is sitting white-knuckled in a cold, austere office, being told that, contra what he’d originally been lead to believe, the body of one Newton Geiszler is still alive."

Part 1 of Omeletteverse

This fic and the whole series is my favourite take at what happened post PRU. It is entirely told from Hermann's point of view and is so horrible, gutwrenching, tender, desperate, but also kind and hopeful. Precursor emissary Newton is fun and I love these sort of fics that talk about inevitablity of change and our sad inability to turn time back and avoid said change. Includes a wide cast of people who are all amazing.

Frankenstein, the Newt, and Vi by Orphan

“Um. Hi? My name’s Vivian Lee. I’m supposed to, um...” Vi looks down at the phone in her hands, at the email showing on the screen. “I’m newly assigned to the K-Science Lab? I was supposed to ask for Doctor Gottlieb?” The guy behind the reception desk looks up with an expression hovering somewhere between fear, pity, and disgust. “Oh, man,” he says. “Who’d you get killed to wind up posted to K-Lab?”

Part 1 of Frankenstein and the Newt

Another fic by Orphan, and trust me, there is a reson for that because they are fantastic. This one is from third person POV, Vi (who si the absolute sweetheart) a new biologist hired to K-science division. Story takes place after the first Pacific Rim movie, and you will get to find out why the fight still continues.

Warning for some body horror and people turning into Kaiju. The whole series is perfect, so fun, with great plot, and many, many feelings.

Anthology by irisbleufic

"The first thing [Newton] does when he gets to his office, smarting from the needle and high on endorphins, is email the eccentric mathematician in Cambridge, the other Cambridge a non-creature-infested ocean away, with whom he’d been corresponding for a while and whom his colleagues have begun to call Newt’s Internet Boyfriend.

Hermann, Newton types, tell me you’ve crawled out from under your rock for long enough to realize your disdain for monster movies is now scientifically invalid.

Please don’t call me that, Gottlieb writes back. I’m already working on it."

Part 1 of Anthology 'Verse

Set primarily right after the events of the first Pacific Rim movie, where we follow our favourite scientists dealing with the result of drifting with kaiju and each toher, starting their life together, and continuing after the war. Inclused flashback, as they deal with the years of angry arguing and misunderstandings.

Also Newt tattoos, they both teach at unviersity and charm everyone, this is my favourite Hermann characteriyation and I lvoe the whole ensemble cast. It will punch you in a gut but also feels like a warm fuzzy blanket. Absolute treasure of a fic.

Daredevil

Lying by Omission by deniigiq

"I know I said I was up for anything--” he told Hogarth carefully, trying to surreptitiously slide the files back onto her desk.

She slapped a hand on them and pushed them back towards him.

“Mr. Nelson, you are one of the best lawyers on staff, and I am seriously considering the pros and cons of a potential partnership here,” she told him, staring up at him without moving her face or hand. Somehow, the files continued to dig into the meat of his palm.

“--but it turns out,” he valiantly carried on, “I am actually and suddenly extremely busy with the destruction Jessica will cause in approximately twenty minutes, which will have nothing to do with me or any favors or bribes or anything like that—”

(Someone brings Team Red's (and the Punisher's) loved ones back from the dead to torture them for information on their vigilantes. Hogarth coerces Foggy to handle the resulting legal fallout and he is both the worst and best person for the job.)"

This fic includes badass as fuck Foggy, fun ensemble of characters, Team red excellence, and so many jokes, hijinks, and perfectly in love Matt and Foggy. One of my most favourite comfort fics out there.

I fully recommend anzthing written by deniigiq, because their fics are the absolute greatest at capturing what is fun about comics and the many characters you get to encounter in them, while mixing in fantastic writing, characterization, and great feelings and plots. Love all their characters and I cannot highlight how much you should read everything they have ever written.

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Werelibrarian

"I should probably tell you I’m going to sniff anything you show me."

The shopkeeper’s smile actually grows.

"How interesting. Can you tell me what you’re sniffing for?"

Foggy already likes this guy, who looks to be about a hundred and ten but stands straight as a flagpole, but he's not about to admit that he's trying to make himself pretty for a blind man with four super-human senses, so he just smiles.

"Complexity."

A shorter fic than most on this list, but absolutely perfect as the rest fo them. Tells the story of Foggy seducing Matt using all his heightened senses to his advantage. Includes ton of pining and poor Matt almost combusting.

Captain America/Marvel

Known Associates by thingswithwings

"Steve Rogers isn't a self-made man.

Or, how a tough little Brooklyn fairy got turned into Captain America, and then turned back."

This is one of those fics that I wish I could make people read, that I truly wish was published as a novel we could all share and buy for our friends. It is a story about Steve Rogers as he grapples first with life as a queer man in the pre-war US, in his full socialist glory, and later as he tries to find his place in the 21st century where his image and story was coopted and turned into something completely different from him. This fic is in my opinion the best examination of the sheer horror, stress, grief, and clusterfuck of Steve Rogers' situation. Includes polyamory, genderqueerness, lots of organizing and angry socialist Steve. The author also included bibliography at the end of the fic. I name this fic every time people ask me about quality of fanworks and I wish I could make everyone read it.

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar

"It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps."

This fic starts after Winter Soldier, and belongs to the category of Bucky Barnes recovery fics. Bucky has many issues in this so I will warn you for mental illness, drugs, lots of trauma. But Bucky also adopts two homeless kids, loves Tupac, gets on with Tony, and he and Steve find love after eternity of pining.

I love Steve in this, his characterization, and I wish I could finally find time to paint those paintings he does in this, in oil. I love all the characters in this nad who they are and how they feel. Includes cameo from my favourite lawyers.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) by fallingvoices, radialarch

"The Associated Press @AP

Winter Soldier set to stand trial for Washington D.C. massacre and treason apne.ws/1og6SWE"

Putting this fic in because I love literary works that play witht heir format and this is told solely through news and social media coverage of the Winter Soldier trial. Includes Steve and Bucky being cute.

Good Omens

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm

but also

[Podfic] Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by StarcatcherBetty

"As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

--His clothing was expensive and stylish;

--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;

--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”

--He looked angry;

--He was wearing sunglasses.

What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?"

So this fic, is another one of those that I wish I could get everyone to read. Or even better, I wish I could get everyone to listen to the absolutely perfect and amazing podfic version of it, done by StarcatcherBetty.

It is told from the point of view of Crowley's therapist, Aubrey Thyme, and once you read it, you will forever wish that this was canon. Because in my head, it absolutely is. I love Aubrey dearly and strongly, I adore both Crowley and Aziraphale, and I am so so glad they finally get some therapy. The ending to this is perfect, and I keep returning to this fic, specifically in its podfic form, again and again.

#fic recs #fic recs lis #pacific rim #newmann #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #good omens #Captain America #daredevil

[angy-mouse]

Housing Negotiations

holy shit. Punz x reader, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, breeding for a baby, coming inside (a lot), creampie I think, and ungodly word count (5k+)

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“Is that her?”

“God, I hope so.”

“If not, I’ve got dibs.”

“Your dibs don’t mean shit.”

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Karl called out, tail wagging wildly behind him. He might’ve been oblivious to the townspeople’s mutterings, but you weren’t- even as you stared nervously at your feet, you could feel them all staring at you. Was it weird that there weren’t any women? There were less than a dozen people in the entire town, if Karl’s statement earlier about gathering everyone was true, and every single one was an attractive hybrid man eyeing you up and down. “I want you all to give a big welcome to our new mayor!”

“Temporary,” you quietly muttered, getting a nod and a wave of Karl’s hand.

“Yes, our new temporary mayor,” he amended, but his tone did nothing to suggest he was serious about it. “She’s going to be starting work very slowly to ease into things, so please be patient with her! Until she gets settled in, you can all keep coming to me for anything you need! Thank you for your time!” Karl ended the meeting with a small bow that you rushed to copy, blushing as you heard a few chuckles as they all dispersed. “I think they like you,” Karl cheered as you both straightened up.

“You think so,” came out of your mouth quietly, even though such a thing shouldn’t matter to you- didn’t matter to you. You were only here for a few weeks at most, you didn’t need these strangers to like you. It didn’t affect you at all that you could still feel their eyes on you in your light skirt and v-neck top, paying special attention to the peeks of soft skin you were showing. Besides, surely you’d imagined the whole thing- there was no way that many men would want you, let alone be so brazen about not hiding their desire.

“Of course they do, silly,” Karl giggled, wrapping his arms around one of yours to guide you as you walked. “They’d have to be crazy not to like you: you’re perfect!”

You flushed hotly at that, letting him drag you around without much care. “I-I don’t know about that-”

“Well I do,” he said firmly, smiling at you so prettily, just like he was last night. “So trust me, okay?” You gave a slight, only half paying attention nod, but it was enough to reassure him, giving you a wide grin as he resumed dragging you. “And you’re going to be an amazing mayor once we get you settled in! We’ve just gotta see Punz about getting you a house!”

“A house?” You snapped out of your stupor, if just barely. “No, no, I can’t afford a house- I’m not going to be staying long-”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing,” Karl brushed off. “We’ll just get you a small plot and a tent to start out, you don’t have to upgrade past that! Just somewhere to sleep at night, that’s all!”

“... Well, I guess that makes sense-”

“Of course it does!” He threw open the door to a little blue building, ringing the bell over the door frame. “Punz! Miss Mayor needs a place to stay!”

You peeked sheepishly over Karl’s shoulder, seeing a tall blond tanuki hybrid making his way across the shop floor to you. To say he was attractive was an understatement. Broad shoulders straining against a white collared shirt, rolled up sleeves cutting into thick arms, that pretty blond hair flopping over his eyes. His thick fingers were covered in rings reminiscent of the dark ones on his bushy tail that gently swayed behind him as he walked.

“Of course,” he grinned. You could see the sharp canines in his mouth, only further adding to the predatory air about him. Karl stepped to the side, letting Punz take your hand in his own calloused one and bring it up to his lips. “I’m always happy to serve our lovely mayor,” he purred. 

“Great,” Karl chirped, as if he couldn’t see the way the realtor undressed you with his eyes. “I should get back to work, then! I’ll see you later, Miss Mayor!”

“Wha-” And there he went, the door shutting solidly behind him, leaving you with this intimidating figure. Now that he was closer to you, you realized just how big he was. Karl was tall, but he was lithe- scrawny, even- and he slouched a bit and spoke so earnestly with that big smile you’d never think to be scared of him. Punz was even taller than Karl, and he stood tall- tall and wide, with fangs and prominent muscles, and an air that made his smart slacks and collared shirt make him look more like the outfit of some kind of kingpin than a realtor.

“Don’t worry,” he mused with a small smile, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow and leading you deeper into the shop, past the examples of doors and roof paneling and towards an open door that you could see a small office through. “I’ll take good care of you, bunny.”

“B-Bunny?”

He gave an affirmative hum, a single finger gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re just so cute and little,” he chuckled, baring his fangs once again, “and skittish. You’re not afraid of me, are you, bunny?” 

You felt your face burning up at being caught, but the most important thing in your twisted mind was making sure you weren’t being rude. “I-I’m sorry- no, I just-” You squeaked as he leaned down to better hear your timid little excuses, a twitch of a fuzzy ear catching your eye. “Your ears.”

He raised an eyebrow. “My ears?” 

You nodded, wide-eyed as you watched them twitch and swivel to better hear you. “A-And your tail,” you admitted, feeling yourself blush harder as you wrung your hands together. “I-I’m really sorry- there’s only one hybrid family on my block back home, and I’ve never met a tanuki- that’s what you are, isn’t it? Oh god, I didn’t mean to assume-” You saw a smile twitching at the corner of his lips and knew he was getting a great deal of joy from your horrible nerves, that bastard. “It’s just that I think hybrid features are really…” Attractive, sexy, perfect, “interesting.”

Punz finally let the smile he’s been fighting break through as he led you into his office. “Well, that’s all you needed to say,” he promised. His voice was lower and calmer than Karl’s. Where the dogboy made everything he said sound exciting and new, Punz had a way about making every word reassuring, like he knew everything and you only needed to listen and it would all be alright. “You know,” he hummed, “you could even touch them if you wanted.”

You’d admit you got a little excited at that- you were the kind of person to time your walk with when the neighbors let their pets out so you could stroke them through the fence, so the promise of petting this beautiful man... Karl’s reaction to you touching his ears last night made you think it was more of a private part, but you weren’t about to tell him about his own body. “... Are you sure?”

“‘Course I’m sure,” he purred as the door closed behind you. “Anything you want, bunny. Here,” he grunted, the only tell that you weighed anything to him as he plucked you up with a firm grip on your waist. He chuckled at your squeak as you went stiff, letting him place you on his desk like he was arranging a new doll on the shelf, your skirt fanning out around you, leaving only the thin fabric of your panties protecting you from the cool wood. “Skittish little bunny,” he chuckled, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, hands braced on the desk on either side of your hips. You held your breath as his fanned across your lips, unable to tear your eyes off of his pretty blues as he smiled. “Go ahead,” he hummed, “touch me however you want.”

You shyly raised your hands, dipping your fingertips into his soft blond tresses and gently working them up his scalp. Punz gave a little hum, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling. Your fingers made it all the way up to his fuzzy ears, where you timidly took one between two fingertips, freezing when he chuckled. “Such a shy little bunny,” he mused, bumping your nose with his. “You can get a little rough with me, sweetheart, I can take it,” he promised. 

“O-Okay,” you meekly agreed, wrapping your fingers around his ears and feeling the fur with your thumbs. He let out another hum, easing your worries as you lost yourself in just how soft he was. “I’ve never felt anything so soft,” you mumbled to yourself, flushing as Punz’s lips stretched into a wide grin.

“Well, thank you, bunny,” he hummed, cracking his eyes open. “You know, hybrids take great pride in keeping ourselves… presentable.” Something about the way he said the word made you blush even darker, in turn making his grin wider. “Especially our more animalistic parts. They’re very intimate.”

Your hands froze on his ears, eyes blown wide. “I-Intimate?”

“Oh, yes,” he purred, thumbs brushing against your hips over your skirt. “I let you touch me somewhere private, are you gonna return the favor, bunny?”

You could have said no. It was clear in his eyes, in his body language- the question was curious, not an assumption. He was simply asking a question, and he would obey your answer, whatever it was. Maybe that was why you nodded- surely it didn’t have anything to do with what you were sure counted as a fetish at this point, as you wondered if he made noises like Karl did when you grabbed his ears in a different setting, or if his beautiful tail would wag when he was buried inside you. Whatever the reason, a breathy ‘yes’ escaped your lips, and you meant it. “W-What do you want to…”

“I’d really like a look up this pretty skirt,” he hummed, rubbing the material between two fingers, the back of his hand hot against your bare thigh. “Can I?” You nodded, but his hand didn’t move as he tsked. “Come on, bunny, I have these soft ears for a reason, aren’t you gonna let me hear that sweet voice?”

“Yes,” you decided quietly, not giving him the chance to tease you any more as you reached down and flipped your skirt up yourself. You felt your ego swell and your nerves calm as he let out a low hiss, eyes transfixed on you, as if he could see through your thin panties if he stared hard enough.

“Now aren’t those pretty,” he purred, standing up a little straighter so he didn’t have to support himself on his hands, trailing his fingers up your outer thigh until he reached the fabric on your hip. He curled two fingers under the band on either hip and ripped them with one swift tug, smirking at your small squeak as he brushed the fabric away. “There we go,” he hummed, thick fingers kneading your bare hips. “You’re just a pretty little bunny, aren’t you?”

You only managed a soft noise in response, fisting the fabric of your skirt as he studied your bare lower half. His eyes drifted aimlessly from the way his fingers pressed into your hips to where you tried to cross your legs to hide your small bush. “Awe, shy bunny,” he cooed, lips stretching into a wide grin, baring his fangs as he watched you squirm. “You don’t have to worry so much, y’know that?” His hands were gentle but firm as he gripped your thighs and pried your legs apart, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk so his hips could block you from snapping them closed again. “I’m just gonna touch you- just like this,” he hummed, petting over your folds with two fingers. 

You let out another small noise as he stroked you, letting you settle into the feeling. “There you go, bunny,” he purred, gliding his thumb along your soft skin until he found your clit. A gasp escaped you as he pressed against it firmly, dropping your skirt to latch your hands around his forearm- god, both your hands couldn’t even wrap all the way around. “You’re fine,” he assured you, lips still curled in that devious grin. He leaned down to brush his nose against yours, looking deep into your eyes as he rubbed small circles against you, a chuckle bubbling out of his throat. “I just wanna push your buttons, that’s all.”

You would have smacked him for making a pun at a time like this if you weren’t falling limp against his chest. He pushed a single, thick finger into you to feel the way your walls shook as you came, crooking it ever so slightly to find the small patch of nerves, kneading it with his fingertip. “Good girl,” he purred lowly, leaning even closer to brush his soft lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, opening your mouth after no more than the slightest brush of his tongue against your lower lip, nails digging into his arm when you realized he wasn’t stopping his fingers.

“Nng- no- can’t-”

“Yes, you can, bunny,” he muttered against your lips, hand trailing up your body to cup the back of your head as he prodded at your entrance with a second finger, the cold metal of his rings soothing your hot folds. “I know you can take it, you just need to relax and trust me. I’m gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart, just relax.”

And you did. Like his words put a spell over you, your nails in his arm became a desperate clutch, his hand on your neck the only thing keeping you upright. He pulled back to watch as he pushed that second finger inside you and the view took your breath away. His crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, eyes hooded as he studied the way his fingers fucked you open like it was his job, ears stood at attention to drink in every sound that escaped your swollen lips- he was straight out of your most shameful dreams. 

“There’s a good girl,” he purred, tucking his nose against your hair and taking a deep breath. “Mmm, god, you don’t know how good you smell, bunny.”

You flushed as you remembered how you hadn’t been able to shower in the town hall. “R-Really?”

“Mhm. I could get high off it.” You choked, his lips stretching into a smile as he forced a third finger into you, one relentlessly attacking your g-spot while the others continued to stretch you, thumb still lazily playing with your clit. “Your delicious smell, the feeling of that pretty cunt wrapped around my fingers- I could keep you like this forever.” A rumbling purr came from deep in his chest as you came, walls trying to suck his fingers deeper. “Yeah, you’d like that, bunny? You wanna sit pretty on my desk and let me finger you open between customers?”

“Please,” you pushed out with a gasp, falling against his chest. His hand on your neck pulled you out of his pecs, tilting your head back so he could watch your eyes gloss with tears as he refused to falter. “No more,” you breathed, swallowing thickly as he finally stopped his fingers, sitting still but just as heavy and thick inside you. “Fuck me properly, Punz, please.”

He smiled as he pulled his fingers away, turning into a full-blown grin when you couldn’t help but whine from the emptiness you suddenly felt. “Oh, I’d do anything for you, bunny,” he promised, bringing his fingers up to his mouth as the other hand pawed at his belt. “Promise I’ll take good care of you whenever you want, got that? Anything you need, sweetheart, you come to me.”

“I need you to kiss me,” you breathed. He let you pull him down by his crisp collar, eagerly pushing his tongue past your lips. The taste of your own cum was still heavy on his tongue, but with the way he practically fucked your mouth with it, you couldn’t conjure up a single fuck to give. The muscle pushed to the back of your throat with ease, his lips still curled into a slight grin as you moaned into his mouth. You could distantly hear the sound of metal and fabric as his pants and boxers were pushed down, your thighs pulled away only briefly before they snapped back to his bare hips.

Punz groaned against you, a single broad hand snapping up to grip the back of your neck as the other wrapped thick fingers around his cock. Your eyes were glued shut, but your hands wandered, the last remnant of your previous shyness leaving you in a breathy moan as you groped your way down his torso. His chest rumbled and muscles flexed under your palms, moans exchanging between your lips as you both felt the action making you hotter- fuck you were making a puddle on his desk, you were sure of it. Your fingers finally found the bottom of his shirt, skimming your nails through coarse hairs leading you to-

“Oh fuck me,”

Punz let out a cocky laugh as you pried your lips apart to look at him. “That’s my plan, bunny,” he teased. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you- wouldn’t want to break our pretty little mayor on her first day, would we?”

You barely registered what he was saying, words drowned out with the sound of blood rushing through your ears as you marvelled at the thick weight in your hand. Big didn’t even begin to describe it. Eight inches that you could barely wrap your hand around- that was big. Punz was competing with your forearm and it looked like he was winning. 

Your hand looked utterly pathetic trying to wrap even halfway around him, but god if you passed on this because of a little thing like possible internal damage you’d be cursing yourself forever. You licked your palm in a vain attempt to lubricate it, the musky taste making a very compelling argument for you to drop to your knees. Punz caught your wrist and spat on your palm before guiding you to just under the head, bumping his nose with yours with a soft smile. “There you go- just like that,” he sighed out as you started a gentle pace, brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip with every other pump.

His own thumb found your clit again, ears perking up and fangs flashing at the whimpering moan he dragged out of you. “Such a sweet little bunny,” he purred, leaning in close until he could nip at your ear. He laughed at your yelp until it was cut off by a sharp moan as you gave a rough tug on his cock in revenge. “Ooh, bunny wants to play rough,” he growled. You had just enough time to let a shiver wrack your body before Punz moved his hands to the small of your back and your thigh to lay you back on his desk. “I don’t mind being rough,”

He pulled another yelp out of you as he pulled your hips off the desk with a rough yank, pushing your skirt further up your waist. He held you steady with a single hand on your ass, the other guiding himself to slide his fat cock through your folds, wetting it with your slick and making sure to grind against your clit. It strained you to crane your neck, so you lifted your hand from where you’d panicked and gripped the edge of the wood and wrapped your fingers around him. He held still with a grin as you felt your way down the length of his cock, letting out a shaky moan as you realized how impossibly deep in your guts he was going to reach.

“You still okay?” He reached up to cover your hand with his, pretending the sight of you wasn’t making him leak precum all over your skirt. 

“If you don’t fuck me I think I’d die.”

You could barely see his tail whipping wildly behind him as he bared his fangs at you, yanking his shirt up and holding it between his teeth. “Hol’ shtill,” he grunted out. You let out a breath and forced yourself to relax as his broad head pressed against the seam of your folds, bumping your clit before he finally found your weeping cunt. Punz was as gentle as he could, but he still had to practically shove himself inside you to get past that ring of muscle. Your hand clapped over your mouth as a perfectly pornographic moan escaped you, Punz’s nails carving into your ass as he fought every muscle in his body not to pound you into a whiny mess- you were just a little thing, you needed to adjust.

But fuck you were tight, and just those first few inches were spreading you open, pushing and twitching against your nerves, sending bolts of lightning up your spine. It hurt, too- but you were prepared for it to hurt. You weren’t prepared for the heat rushing to your face as you realized you might come from just the tip.

“I need it, Punz,”

He groaned as his cock gave a harsh throb at the words, eyes clenching shut to control himself. He reached up to tug his shirt out of his mouth, freeing the way for a deep groan to spill out. “You need to wait-”

You pressed your heels into his back and flexed your knees.

Punz barely caught himself on his elbows to not crush you as he fell forward. Twin moans fell from both of you, but while yours was high and reeked of desperation, his was predatory and sent a chill down your spine. But it was worth it because you could feel him deep inside you, spreading you open until you were a perfect fit for that monstrous cock. You tried to calm down- tried to stave off the throbbing warning of your impending orgasm- but all you did was clench your walls around him, hugging him tighter- if that was even possible.

You let out a choked moan as you came, Punz’s fangs sinking into your neck as your already tight cunt fluttered and danced around him, trying to milk him to join you. You’ve never felt so full before- it was amazing. Even as your orgasm passed and even as the hard wood under you promised to make you sore, everything felt just perfect. The perfect amount of pain and pleasure and that perfect stretch as you were forced open.

“I… ha- I thought… you said you don’t mind- ha- being rough.” You grinned up at the ceiling as you panted. The smile quickly fell off your face as he growled against your soft skin and gave a sharp thrust.

He was barely halfway in.

He pulled his teeth out of you and lapped away the pinpricks of blood where his fangs broke skin. “Oh, I can be rough, sweetheart,” he growled as your only warning before your legs were hauled over his shoulders and his hips snapped to meet yours. You choked on a scream as he battered your cervix, hitting it once- twice- three times before it gave up. Once he was in he started a brutal pace, hammering into you with so much force the papers you were laying on were thrown onto the floor, your fingers burning as you tried desperately to hold onto the edge of the desk. 

His head never left your womb. Even though your body had let him in it wasn’t letting him out. Even with the animalistic force of his thrusts, that last inch merely caught on your cervix, yanked so hard you thought he might tear it out of you, and pushed back in so far you thought he’d find another wall. 

Pull, push. 

Pull, push. 

It was the only thing swimming in your head that made any sense. You could distantly hear your own voice, but it was babbling something ridiculous as you travelled between overstimulation and ‘just a little more and I’ll be there’. “More, no, no more, yes, please, yes, yes, no!” It was perfectly stupid.

Pull, push.

Now that made sense.

Pull.

God, it hurt, but that made it even better. Your walls, your folds, your cervix: they all stung. But for every jolt of pain or dull ache there was friction against your g-spot, and every other nerve for that matter. Punz had a rolling motion to his hips taught to him by the devil himself that made him hit everything. Even your clit got to grind against his pubic bone ever once in a while. 

Push.

You were in heaven. Or hell. Wherever you were, you couldn’t be happier because you were perfectly full. You never knew you needed someone this deep before, but now that you had it you didn’t want him to leave. That perfectly fat cock was spreading you open like a whore but it was so perfect you decided maybe you were a whore. You really would let him bend you over in the showroom if it meant you got to have him like this again.

You let out a shrill yell as he slung one of your legs to join the other over his right shoulder, one hand wrapped around your calves to hold you steady and the other gripping the wood above your head. The adjustment made you tighter, made your walls squeeze him like a punishment, and made him pound into you faster. 

“I’m going to come inside,” he told you, low and growling as his nose brushed against yours. You knew somewhere inside you that this was your one chance to tell him no, that you could tell him to pull out and he would, but you didn’t. You nodded frantically against him instead, prying your nails out of the wood to pull his lips to yours via a fistful of blond hair. “I’m gonna fucking paint your insides white,” he muttered into your mouth. “You fucking like my ears ‘n tail so much, I’ll give you a cute little kid with ‘em.” 

You whimpered at the thought, seeing a whole litter of babies with blue eyes and fluffy little tails, and Punz’s lips pulled into a giant grin against yours. “You want it, don’t you?” You nodded, squeezing your walls around him in an attempt to show how eager you were.

“Wan- nnng!” You choked on your words as he tugged your hips up higher, preparing you to take his cum and make sure not a single drop escaped. You panted hard, clit throbbing from neglect, but you were going to come anyway, you just knew it. With a sudden burst of energy, you yanked him down further until you were panting directly into those handsome ears. “Want you to breed me, please!”

You came with the first jerk of his cock and throaty growl in your ear, practically crying at the feeling of his hot cum washing over your walls. He pressed his hips hard against yours, gentle grinding motions making sure he gave you everything he could. You couldn’t believe how quickly he filled your womb. Before you knew it you were feeling bloated, sighing in relief as his grinding loosened your cervix enough to let the cum slowly leak into your pussy. It felt so nice: the fullness of his dick inside you, keeping your walls spread open as they tried to tighten up again- add to it the sensation of red-hot cum trying to fill every crevice inside you. You ended up relaxing against the table under you with a sigh, ready to enjoy waiting for his orgasm to taper off.

It didn’t.

Your orgasm washed over you without warning as another flood of cum made Punz’s cock twitch inside you. You choked on nothing as your body finally started to succumb to overstimulation, your clit rubbed raw from grinding against the coarse hair on his pubic mound. “Wha- stah- can’t-” He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as he pumped you full- god, it felt like you had half a dozen loads in you already, and he showed no signs of stopping.

It was pathetically long before your brain started to work again, only spurred on when he changed the angle he was pressing into you at and you felt something pressing against your ass.

“Tanuki… mythos… giant… fuck.”

Sure enough, in your wonderment over his giant cock you neglected to notice the equally large balls you could feel clenching with every new shot of cum added to the virtual lake inside you. You could feel it sloshing around as Punz continued to grind into you- you were at your limit, but it had nowhere to go. He made sure of that, practically folding you in half, turning you into nothing more than a nice, tight hole to empty his balls into. 

Your thighs were tight from such an awkward position and you tried to adjust, whining when Punz’s hold didn’t budge. The noise seemed to wake something in him, pretty blue eyes blinking rapidly from where he’d been staring at your quivering pussy. “Ah- let me…” He lowered your legs to wrap around his waist once again and used one hand on your ass and one under your back to lift you off the desk, managing to pick you up without disturbing his cock, still locked into your womb firing loads of cum every few seconds. Another orgasm came over you- weak but very much felt- and you trembled in his arms, clinging to him in an attempt to- well, you weren’t sure. Either way, he slowly stumbled to the other side of his desk and practically fell into his chair, either ignorant or ignoring your whimper as the movement made him jab at your inner walls. “There… we… go,” he mused as he adjusted you to be comfortable, skirt falling down to hide the way he filled you with cum to replace the trails leaking out of you, pooling around the base of his cock.

Punz propped his feet up on the desk, sending you crashing into his chest with a slight puff of air escaping your lips. His arms came up to wrap around your waist, rubbing your back to soothe you as you waited for the endless pour of cum to cease.

“That’s it, just relax,” he hummed, sounding like he was just as close to falling asleep as you were. “...Consider your tent and first month on me, bunny…"

#angymouse #squeakin #smut #mcyt smut #minors dni #karlsqueaks #punnysqueaks #missmayor

[storiesofsvu]

haapy thursday...

law and order AND criminal mind spoilers under the cut! (criminal mind at the very end and very easy to skip over)

Thank god for these recaps because I forget ninety percent of what happens on OC because I just do not care lololoolol.

Where do I know this motherfucker from? (duran) (ouat… that’s where)

Uuggggghhh we’re gonna have to deal with MORE UC Elliot?! Fuck this

LOOL she’s a CI, fucking new there was something off about her. Like yeah, she’s still a criminal but cooperating lol.

I feel like this approach to getting in is literally the worst. Why would this fuck ever trust anyone who just randomly walks up to him in a bar with a duffle of money?! Like that’s CLEARLY a fucking cop. I know there’s the pretense of “killing kevin” shit but still… I would not believe

Uggh Elliot shut the fuck up, stop taking this out on Jamie….

I don’t trust this other boss dude, not one bit… I feel like literally everyone on this show is out to get Ayanna and fuck up her life like… can she just be left in peace for ONCE pls.

And immediately after I say that Elliot goes behind her back and groups up the squad into a secret operation without her permission or even opinion on it. Like, he really doesn’t understand that she OUTRANKS him right?! Like could you IMAGINE if Velasco or muncy pulled that crap on olivia?! They’d be out of a job. Like… even with Duarte, who is *not* part of her squad, but a level below as a lieutenant, she got all attitudey “the next word out of your mouth better be followed by a ‘captain’.” Like…cmon… I get that this is meloni’s show, but like, have some fucking respect for your boss??

Whyd they make sure a big deal out of this girl and the police reveal on elliots behalf if SHE’S ALREADY A CI?? SHES ALREADY WORKING WITH THE COPS!??

LOOOOLLL the look on bell’s face when Jamie took her coffee. PLEASE. M’am’s about to smack a bitch

Kay. So… you’re telling me you’re looking for duran… and you HAVENT checked with the daughter’s house?? (or is this all a rouse?)

Is she *not* a CI? I’m so fucking confused.

Jfc the disgust face I made when she kissed him, fuck this

Yeah man, im with Jamie on this….

Okay, update from last week now that imdb is updated… elliot’s therapist IS the same actor as fin’s rope/tide guy. Fucking KNEW IT.

Mothership time..

Oooo! LOVING the blue on kate!!

Callback to the SHOES! YES! Something that Chicago pd taught me was to look for the shoes cause they can’t dump them or change them like they can a coat/hoodie. I knew he had red ones!

He’s an upper east side prep school kid and the judge REALLY went for a mere $2mill?? Jfc

Is sam going to actually get to do this one on her own for once?? Pls…

Aawweeee sam my beeebeeeee…. Let me HUG YOU PLS. im thankful for more insight into her background now

Jfc… nolan’s “excuse me?” when sam brings up the rich white kid comment? Go fuck yourself. BLESS mccoy for stepping in and defending her and agreeing, give her some damn respect fuck.

Vic had THIS many *severe* injuries and the perp only has a broken wrist/hand whatever, and we’re seriously claiming self defence? That’s going WAY overboard bestie

Okay I called being under the influence as a defence plea at the beginning… but god what a fucking dick move just because you know you’ve lost the self defence plea. Ugh.

 Okay…they bought dabs at like, 11pm? And the murder happened at like what 6am? Like obvi he could’ve been smoking all night as he wandered around and threw rocks but still.. this is fuckign bull

They’re saying he LEGALLY ingested it, yet he’s 18 & the legal age is 21, so there’s THAT and then there’s the fact that his FRIEND was the one who bought it with his weed card, NOT him.

NOLAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU JUST WANT TO THROW SAM UNDER THE BUS CAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE THE FALL FUCK YOU.

I was LITERALLY about to say “why is every week of this show the old white lawyer and cop being fucking stupid and the poc characters having to be all ‘smarten up bruh’,” and THEN THAT HAPPENED. Fuck.

At least mccoy has her back.

Okay back to raging about Nolan… like.. this just makes it look like a personal vendetta. Change it out to the female poc lawyer leading the case, the one who you know is already having an emotional week and taking the case a little bit too hard. So if she gets emotional in the courtroom or whatever it’s because “she’s a woman” if she crosses a line its because she’s biased to the poc vic. Like FUCK this. Sam gets treated like shit and tossed into the ditch every goddamn week of this show I s2g, she deserves better.

Still mad at Nolan but overall that ep was WAY more entertaining and interesting than any other one ive seen. Doesn’t hurt that it was a very sam focussed one…

Time for SVU

Velasco coming in clutch with the cozy coat collection yet again

Bx9 has literally been around for YEARS, like we’ve seen them in so many previous seasons, and liv has been in svu the entire time, she’s worked bx9 cases before, how tf would she have not known/realized this shit earlier?

Fin getting stuck doing literal managerial work and absolutely hating it is peak comedy

Muncy going after Duarte… mood

We’re…really letting muncy out there on her own… this seems like bad news…

God this is fucking heartbreaking…

Still not sure if I trust or like Duarte…

I get this guys in the hospital but why is he not cuffed to the bed.. like..bruh is gonna RUN otherwise.

All of this “let them get settled” “tell her to come in tomorrow” “give them some peace” GURL PLS WE ALL KNOW THAT THEY’LL BE DEAD BY THEN…

THAT’S Oscar papa…. He’s a fucking twink…

Literally anyone could’ve seen that shanking coming… cmon… that’s been the theme tonight. Way too obvious foreshadowing..

Okay… so after all of that… it wasn’t actually Oscar papa?

Oh, okay, so they let this perp get dressed?? Lolololol

Im sorry… on what grounds do they have to arrest him? This is just based off what the other guy said? See… if we were going to do a three ep arc of this shit, and there’s still one left, could we not have wrapped up with some personal shit, the team out for drinks? Sonny going home to the girls?? Olivia maybe popping in to see how noah’s doing?? And then leave the arresting Oscar to the beginning of next week?

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to briefly touch on criminal minds as well because i yelled out loud and scared my roomate lololol.

last week was SO fucking good, like they fed us so well and then this week wtf was that!? the bomb going off, we knew from the promo jj would be relatively ok, but not luke. i KNOW their team is small so having one of them in the hospital would throw things off but like, at least one of them could be a little bloodied up, a little consequences once in a while would be nice and not just a jump scare (i cant think of the proper saying but you get my drift)

i never really shipped garcia & luke, so i'm not super mad about the tyler thing. do think its weird for garcia to be so hot and cold, like she refused to be in the same room as him and now she's (secretly) helping him out and giving him a place to stay and all that? i get that now he's out free cause he wasn't an unsub, and there's that sympathy over the dead sister and her being able to relate to it over her parents but it still seems super off. (and yes, i do think that it was incredibly dumb and irresponsible of the entire fbi team to be all "yeah, your sister's dead, sorry, BAI!" like, they shouldve asked if he had somewhere to go, a friend to talk to, anything...)

what I AM *very* mad about is rebecca & tara. we're introduced in the first ep to rebecca, and finally have some queer representation on the show (and played by a queer actor too!--presumably?? i dont know if its ever been legitimately confirmed?) for us to BARELY see them together, NEVER see them at home together (no matter how briefly they lived together). just to break them up?? like, don't get me wrong, i can see why what happened would cause a fight in their relationship, but even tara could go in and explain that at the time of the original case, she wouldve believed it too, that they had more evidence now and rebecca isn't at fault or some shit like that... why do we always have to kill our gays!? it's getting fucking old and im not here for it.

rest of the ep was meh? did love they got the jet back though. hoping next week is better.

#law and order spoilers #criminal minds spoilers #spoilers #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order oc #law and order organized crime #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds evolution spoilers

[twiststreet]

SPOILER-Y TALK FOR EPISODE 4:  

This show continues to infuriate a portion of its viewers whose horniness I admire and greatly share-- I’m really really enjoying the audience reaction, even if I feel for their frustrations, their frustrations are beyond valid.  But that being said, I like the rest of the show too (Renee going “no no” when the actor asks him if Renee thinks he’s a loser)... and I actually got a little emotional in the second big Renee scene-- not his big big scene of this episode that I think was the more biographical scene that I think I was supposed to react more to, so much as the second scene where it’s him talking to Alicia Vikander about remakes.  

It’s so direct-- just Assayas saying how he really doesn’t have any ideas and there’s no reason to remake Irma Vep except for him to be in that room, working with Alicia Vikander and trusting her to make something new with him.  

His projects are so often built around these women, whether it’s Connie Nielsen (my first movie of his, the still-disturbing-to-remember Demonlover), Maggie Cheung, Juliette Binoche, Kristen Stewart, (Maggie Gyllenhaal in that 7 minute short film they did together for that Paris anthology movie sitting on youtube-- I’m obsessed with that short) or now Vikander.  His whole career’s been so defined by these women.  And when he says all that’s keeping him moving forward with all his confidence gone is her, and especially that line that “you have faith” ... 

Man, just that idea that the only thing that’ll see them through this project is if they can keep some faith in cinema, the cinema that came before them (even if it’s not a masterpiece, even if it’s a fun serial and not “Dreyer or Lang”), how he needs it from her because he’s lost it on his own... We’re watching this work get created at this totally exhausted point in film-- the director has lost his love of movies, Carrie Brownstein is talking constantly about the Silver Surfer movie (I don’t know why that’s such a funny choice), etc.-- they’re making a fucking streaming show, that everyone working on it knows is just “content”... And Assayas just saying no, no, you have to have faith that none of that matters, if there’s an actress and she’s alive when you point the camera at her, it’ll work.  Which is the show we’re watching.  For me, that’s the show because when the camera’s pointed at Vikander, it’s just pretty watchable stuff...!  The way the movie was with Cheung, etc. (though not as much as Cheung because come on, Maggie Cheung, I mean, Maggie fucking Cheung).

Going into this episode so much of the show felt so much darker to me than the movie version.  (Just how... the movie version is about a guy trying to do Irma Vep with an Asian actress, while this one, they’re not taking that risk-- he can say it’s because of his marriage, but I also think it rings true for me because... because we live in the age of white supremacist fandoms who’d riot online if Irma Vep weren’t white, the way they rioted with the Daredevil movie, and every franchise they think they own since-- it wouldn’t be believable the money would ever allow a Chinese girl in that part, especially with people caring so much less now about Hong Kong cinema). 

But so yeah: just hearing him talk about faith that way... I got a little emotional about it, and I just feel like in a heartbeat, there’s just these stakes now to them making this ... this silly show (which I’m starting to get into when they show little clips). I want to see them make that show now-- I hope they pull it off... 

#irma vep