#i want to dunk him in milk and then slam him against the wall

[saturnns-star]

I want to grab magolor by the ears and spin him over my head

Reblog to pound this disgusting thing into oblivion/aff

[puppyeared]

Some fucking guy (affectionate)

[base0h]

Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

CG (about John): HE'S SO WEIRD I WANT TO PUT HIM IN A BOWL OF WATER AND LEAVE HIM IN THE FREEZER OVERNIGHT.

AT: wHAT,,,

CG: I WANT TO POUR MILK ON HIM AND SUCK IT BACK OUT AND THROW HIM AGAINST THE WALL.

AT: yOU'RE SCARING ME,

CG: I WANT TO PUT HIM INTO A HADRON COLLIDER.

AT: tHIS POOR MAN,,,,

CG: I WANT TO SLAM DUNK HIM INTO A BARREL OF TOXIC WASTE.

AT: i'M, uH, gENUINELY WORRIED FOR THIS GUY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS,,,

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 26: Breakfast in Bed/Preparing the Other’s Drink

Pairing: Cirrus/Mountain/Sunshine

Rating: Gen

Words: 981

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Cirrus is the first one to blink awake, for once. Sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains, strips of gold painted over her and her bedmates. One, unfortunately, landed right over Cirrus’s eyes. 

She winces, shifting from where she’s sprawled against Mountain’s side. He’s still fast asleep, which seems odd, seeing as he always rises with the sun. On his other side, wedged between him and the wall, is Sunshine. She’s still snoring, her legs and tail tangled with Mountain’s. 

Cirrus smiles, reaching over Mountain’s shoulder and pushing some of Sunny’s stray curls off of her forehead. She snorts on a snore, orange eyes snapping open. 

“Mornin’,” Sunshine mumbles, her voice heavy with sleep. 

“Oh, dragonfly,” Cirrus whispers as she keeps running her fingers through Sunny’s hair. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

She shrugs. “‘Salright.”

Cirrus glances up to Mountain, who’s still out cold. Her stomach growls. “You want to make breakfast with me?”

“Whatcha thinkin’?” Sunny asks, propping her chin on Mountain’s shoulder. 

“French toast?” Cirrus offers, her voice not much louder than a whisper. “Mounty got that nice bread the other day.”

“Could we make the stuffed French toast?” Sunny gasps quietly. “We’ve got the stuff for it.”

“I don’t see why not,” Cirrus says, unwinding her tail carefully from Mountain’s thigh. She gets up, finding her shirt from where she had tossed it before climbing into bed last night. “We might be able to bring Sweet Pea some breakfast in bed.”

“Ooh,” Sunny says, cautiously unwedging herself from Mountain, clamoring over his body. “Breakfast in bed sounds good.”

Sunny grabs Mountain’s shirt, throwing it on as it falls to her knees. Cirrus grabs a scrap of paper off of her nightstand, scrawling a note for Mountain in case he wakes up before they get back. 

They make their way to the kitchen, which is empty. The sun is still rising, peeking over the horizon. Cirrus and Sunny get to work, grabbing ingredients from the pantry and the fridge. 

Sunny balances the eggs and milk in her arms, slamming the fridge shut with her hip. Cirrus grabs the bread, a nice brioche that Mountain had picked up the last time he had gone out to the farmer’s market, before rummaging for the cinnamon, nutmeg, peanut butter, and chocolate hazelnut spread. 

Cirrus starts slicing the bread while Sunny whisks together milk and eggs with the spices. Cirrus hums, digging around for a frying pan. “I hope Mountain sleeps well,” Sunny says, passing the bowl with the egg mixture over the counter. “I’m gonna make him tea.”

“Alright, dragonfly,” Cirrus says, grabbing another bowl and scooping hazelnut spread and peanut butter. “Can you make me a cup?”

“Pick your poison?” Sunny asks, rooting through the cabinet where Mountain keeps jars of loose leaf tea, neatly labeled with their names and brewing instructions. He makes them himself, with herbs and teas he grows in the greenhouse. The Siblings enjoy them, as does Papa, when he chooses to skip the coffee, but he keeps his and the pack’s favorite blends in the ghouls’ kitchen. 

Cirrus hums, spreading the slices of bread with the hazelnut and peanut butter, making sandwiches of a sort. “Could you make me a cup of the blackberry jasmine?”

“Sure thing, blossom,” Sunny says, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek, before pulling out the jar Cirrus asked for, as well as a jar of green tea with mint. She finds the mesh infusers, measuring out spoonfuls of herbs into each. She pours water from the filter into two mugs, before grabbing each mug, tapping into her fire element to heat them to the specific temperatures that Mountain had written on the labels. 

Cirrus takes each sandwich and soaks them in the egg mixture. She sets the frying pan on the stove, heating it with some butter. “Do you want some coffee, dragonfly?”

Sunny dunks a tea bag into each mug. “I’d love some, please.”

Cirrus places two sandwiches into the frying pan before going to the coffee maker, starting it up. Sunny sets down the mugs of tea and grabs a spatula, flipping the French toast. Cirrus grabs another mug, pouring coffee and milk into it. 

“Thank you, bloss,” Sunny says, taking a sip before turning back to the stove. 

Before long, the tea finishes steeping and the French toast is finished, piled onto three plates. Cirrus plucks the teabags from the mugs, grabbing the jar of honey and adding a spoonful to her mug and two to Mountain’s. 

Sunny shuts off the stove, moving the pan off of the burner. “Leave our dishes for later?”

Cirrus shrugs, grinning. “We’ll wash up after we eat. Don’t want to let the tea go cold.”

“Bloss, you know I can-” Sunny starts to protest, but Cirrus shushes her.

“Later. Let’s go eat.”

They balance plates and mugs, making their way back to their room. Mountain is still, miraculously, fast asleep. Cirrus sets hers and Mounty’s plates down on her nightstand, and reaches down with her now free hand, smoothing Mountain’s hair back. 

“Mounty, baby. Good morning,” She says. Mountain twitches, waking slowly. He blinks up at the girls, coming to awareness. 

“Morning, shit. I slept in,” he grumbles, sitting up with a grunt. He takes in what the girls are holding, what he’s smelling. “You made breakfast?”

“Stuffed French toast!” Sunny grins, grabbing Mountain’s plate and handing it to him as she climbs back into bed. “And tea!”

Mountain smiles at her, raising an eyebrow, taking his mug from Sunny. “Did you make the tea or did Cir?”

“We both did,” Cirrus interrupts, sitting down on the mattress, taking a sip of her own tea.. “Sunny heated it, I doctored it. I know how you like it.”

“Thank you, jasmine, bumblebee,” Mountain says, pressing a kiss to each ghoulette’s cheek as he addresses them.”This smells delicious, let’s eat.”

[liquidchrisabuser]

I want to dunk liquid Chris in milk and slam him against the wall

I said this the other day on callz…hmmm who could this be tehehehe

[tokyogruel]

oh my beloved mutual toykogruel (i have become obsessed with this phrase!) i was hoping to ask all of the people i admire what their thoughts on milgram are!

i'd just like to know anything about it you'd like to talk about at this moment. your theories, a detail you really like, a character you're fond of... a sorta "penny for your thoughts!" if that wasn't outdated slang!

OH BELOVED MUTUAL DEARMAHIRU this ask has filled me with so much glee, you dont understand. im about to go crazy ok? BUT I WISH TO ASK THE SAME OF YOU: what are YOUR thoughts on milgram? what are you cooking behind the scenes...

okay so GOODNESS. where do i start?

milgram as a whole i adore so much, its a very dear project to me (and the first music project ive been able to follow while it's still on-going!!) the characters mean so much to me, the music is so so delicious, it got me to finally commit to learning a new language! (im on day 80 of japanese lessons!) its been so creatively fulfilling for me to be a part of :,)

MY THEORIES... ive mentioned a few here and there but heres a sneak peek into some of my drafts:

some silly headcanons ive omitted from more serious projects:

a peek at said serious project:

a detail i really like: is it bad to say all of them? LOL

ive always been a sucker for things with an abundance of symbolism tied to them! i love looking under the skin of things, and milgram is all that and more. if you do want a specific.. it has been DAYS, and i have not stopped thinking about @maristelina's breakdown of the details in mikoto's design as a "high concept" character. it keeps me up at night

a character im fond of... hm... ITS SO HARD TO CHOOSE! midokoto is so near and dear to my heart, haruka is very relatable to me- he breaks my heart. yuno is beyond charming, i want her to crush milgram under her shoe. muu is so. (deep breath) #bulliedcore and i need more characters like them. i will defend kotoko until i die. amane breaks my heart, im going to have a breakdown over the purge march when it drops. kazui i want to eat alive right now. mahiru is.. going through it in the trenches and im there with her FDXHGCJVKJB. shidou is a huge comfort character for me. i want to dunk him in milk & slam him against the wall. fuuta lives in my head rent free. and its their month.

this is fuuta to me ^

ALSO PENNY FOR UR THOUGHTS IS SUCH A GOOD PHRASE.. i need to use it more

THANK YOU SO MUCH CINNAMON!!

[jodiknowsicant]

I want to dunk him in milk and slam him against the wall

[whimsicalcotton]

Salutations, I’m here for yet another ramble session, this time for Chapter 3! Thanks for the music rec, I love Starset and the remix of Satellite is fire. I’ve got one (technically two) in return for you, there’s this awesome LiS animatic on yt that goes with Bastille’s “Good Grief” and it destroyed me more than the tornado destroyed Arcadia Bay. Sometimes I wonder why it’s in one of my daily commute playlists because the chances of me crashing skyrocket solely due to the tears coming out of nowhere (I’m mostly joking). I can’t watch the video as much as I want to because then I’d be a wreck for a good hour or two lol. In case you have seen it before though since it does have a lot of views, another song I'd rec is “What The Water Gave Me” by F+TM. It’s very much so a ‘Pricefield facing the storm’ moment. Anyways, let’s start (just uh, ignore how long this ask is k thx)!

The CWs in the author’s note are a grade-A whumpfest I must say. Yesss, put Max through terrors that are all too comprehensible. She is but a webkinz repeatedly getting soaked in milk (angst) and thrown against a wall (more angst). “So much to protect. So much to lose.” YEAH YEAH YOU GET IT. In the game, no matter which ending is picked, Max suffers. She either has to let her best friend die—without her ever knowing what they went through together and believing Max abandoned her—that the last time Chloe heard her voice wasn’t face to face, but what was recorded on the ‘Farewell’ tape. Or, she has to live with the fact she orphaned Chloe and doomed her hometown with hundreds, potentially thousands, of people in it. In short, “It's not fucking fair.” is quite an accurate assessment. It’s okay though, that’s why fanfiction exists. So things get worse before they get better lol. “Home is loose tank tops and leather jackets. Home is scuffed boots and scruffy hat-hair. Home is blue eyes and a bullet necklace.” Call me a starving termite the way I’m chewing on drywall. For Max, home isn’t a place, it’s a person and that person is Chloe Price!!! I like how each sentence gives a pair of physical attributes, each building up the impression Max has of Chloe, what sticks out to her. “Listen, Max, you can pussy out if you want, but I won't let that bastard touch her again.” Chloe is blinded by grief, Max is blinded by love, and they’re both doomed just the same. I wonder how the Chloe of this timeline will react once she learns about it, if Max will tell her at all. “They’re so far apart. Max wishes she could move, if only to reach for her.” To cope with the pain I’m imagining them as Spongebob and Patrick when they were drying up in the movie but it’s not working. I’m not sure why I did that I’M STILL REALLY SAD. Maybe sadder than before :[. “Maybe one of these days she'll get the guts to kill him herself.” It’s what he deserves. Jefferson is so abhorrent and him getting satisfied at Max’s anger is pissing me off. Really well done, makes me want to grab him by the pixelated goatee through the screen with a pair of tongs and slam dunk him into a huge bucket filled with those crabs that ate Amelia Earhart. Max has earned at least a couple of free stabbings tbh.

The whole marshfield scene has me doing the Minecraft Steve damage sound effect on loop. This is the closest I’ll ever get to being in the medical field, lemme dissect it (tenderly). “Any wrong movement, even the semi-conscious sway of dizziness, could spell disaster.” Juxtaposed with the aforementioned all-encompassing need to run, to move, is *chef’s kiss*. An impossible tightrope, one she’s bound to lose balance on. When Max is thinking such a specific movement ‘could’ spell disaster indicates (to me) it did, at least before. The implications are implicating… Max, so worn down from everything, going to the roof once more, each meticulously worded sentence born from her bloodstained losses. But just as she knows she’s starting to get through to Kate, just as she can see her changing her mind, her own body betrays her. Regardless of if it’s a slight tremor or a more prominent wobble, all of Max’s progress disintegrates. Kate stumbles away from her and into the open air. How devastated was she? How deep into her bones (into her marrow hehe) did this particular failure gouge? “They really are kindred spirits.” I’m obsessed. This is the most explicit Max has gotten about her despair-induced thoughts and it’s during a flashback of someone else enacting what she would never admit to being enticed by out loud. They were both victims of the Dark Room, but Max wouldn’t confide in Kate before, since she’d see it as her being unnecessarily burdened. And there’s no way she can do it now, when Kate doesn’t know her anymore and wouldn’t have been taken at all. “Still, some part of her longs to join Kate up there, to take her hand and say, ‘Let’s go together.’” She doesn’t care where, as long as it’s far away from all of the death and destruction. Ough ough ough. Big ‘King and Lionheart’ OMaM vibes.

Okay I’m normal again. “At least she’ll be with William again, for a minute or two.” Nevermind ._. Max is the one who has to rip her away and back into the world of the living, Orpheus coded fr. It’s interesting that her thoughts are pointing to a potential afterlife. I don’t think Max really believes in one, it’s just another lie she’s telling herself as consolation. She has to convince herself it exists because if there isn’t one, then both father and daughter are truly dead and rotting in the ground due to her decisions. And that would be too much for her to bear, even if she can wipe away the fallout of her shortcomings with the wave of a hand. “Sometimes, she finds herself tempted to jump in the way. She wants to know what it would feel like.” Max Caulfield, my blorbo who is an average hipster with no issues whatsoever =). An understandable desire stemming from curiosity and nothing else, definitely. But, if Max dies or gets trapped somewhere without a photo, she can’t save anyone. She says it best: “She can’t do anything other than watch and rewind.” I love the sequence of everyone calling for her, some pleading, others concerned, all demanding attention. Attention she freely gives although it stretches her thinner and thinner. The static growing painful as her name becomes sandpaper to her ears. Death by a thousand cuts, no matter how well-intentioned some of them are. Max’s lapse of attention and subsequent panic at the train tracks mirrors how I felt when I played the game. I kept on rewinding every five seconds because I didn’t know if the failsafe time freeze thing would apply if anyone but Max was in mortal danger and I didn’t want her to get traumatized from seeing Chloe get run over. “She should be the one to take the fall, but she's been cursed with another purpose.” Pricefield cursed soulmates real. I like the buildup to Chloe jumping off the lighthouse’s cliff, I switched my music to thunderstorm bg audio and Spanish Sahara because I was feeling a little bit silly :)c. 10/10, would cry again.

GET HER ASS RACHEL!!!! I have this WIP fic that’s never seeing the light outside of google drive hell, but a line I think is neat compares Max to a deer with its head stuck in an active electric fence, which I think represents her pretty well in this fic too. The way she doesn’t stop struggling immediately, but her resistance is weakened the instant Chloe gets mentioned >>>. “She’s weak. She’s useless, she’s– ‘You’re hurt.’” Only one of those sentences is true, spoiler: it’s not the first two. Max is the most powerful person on the planet (excepting some wildly OP main character from a future LiS game) and boneheadedly stubborn != useless. “she would have opted to just collapse into the nearest trash pile and bury herself in it” She’s not beating the raccoon allegations. I get the train of logic that she doesn’t want to be found if Rachel or Chloe had decided to check the hideout, but seriously, not the boat or bus, places that aren’t literal dirt and garbage? Represents her mental state perfectly, no notes. I adore the conversation between Rachel and Max, the pushing and pulling. The awe they both feel. Two souls never destined to meet, but Max ripping a hole through spacetime and making it happen anyway. The hints dropped, for each other and the audience. Something something, maybe the immovable object and unstoppable force both long for the collision. “I've ripped her from the jaws of death. I tore you from your grave with my own bare hands.” Ngl, there should be more messed up fanart of Max cradling a dead body in her arms as she’s covered in blood, like all of the Marcille Dungeon Meshi fanart I’ve seen. She sees enough corpses to make it plausible is what I’m saying. “Such a peculiar, perseverant creature Max has found herself in the jaws of.” Y'know how golden retrievers can keep eggs in their mouths without breaking if they’re gentle about biting down? Imagine that but with Rachel as a lion and Max as a hare. OK thank you for coming to my TEDTalk <3.

My finals and the semester’s wrapping up so I should have the next one out sooner (I say, as I’m procrastinating studying while writing this). What you’ve posted about chapter 6 is hype, very very excited :D. Once again, thanks for writing. Hope you have a great day!

good morning anon!! first of all ouch oof yeowch Wowsers i will never recover from that animatic holy fuck. also we must share a few braincells bc i absolutely have What The Water Gave Me on my playlist for this au lolol

"She is but a webkinz repeatedly getting soaked in milk (angst) and thrown against a wall (more angst)" your phrasing always cracks me tf up sdhfsgjfhsj. she is Indeed a poor battered webkinz 😭

"Call me a starving termite the way I’m chewing on drywall. For Max, home isn’t a place, it’s a person and that person is Chloe Price!!!" yes!! i too am eating drywall over this shdfsgjs i'm glad that line went over so well it's one of my favorites tbh. i just love the idea that over the course of the timelooping Max comes to realize she wasn't homesick for Arcadia Bay so much as Chloe herself. tfw the dommed yuri love each other more than words can say <3

"To cope with the pain I’m imagining them as Spongebob and Patrick when they were drying up in the movie but it’s not working. I’m not sure why I did that I’M STILL REALLY SAD." hdsfshdfj see this is why i'm always so excited for your commentary where else am i gonna get sentences like this. another rly good sentence that has me losing it: "makes me want to grab him by the pixelated goatee through the screen with a pair of tongs and slam dunk him into a huge bucket filled with those crabs that ate Amelia Earhart."

your Tender Dissection of the marshfield scene is super good also. you are 100% correct in the Implications Implicating that Max has lost Kate a few times too. and yes yes Max absolutely Would Not tell Kate she'd also been in the Dark Room, even when she's asking Kate about it all in her dorm for the nth time and she's visibly fucked up about it and seems to know a little too much already. i like to picture Max&Kate's relationship as;

Max: They Don't Know I'm Going Through The Horrors Kate: Hey There's Something Wrong With Max

and an unforeseen outcome of this is that Max accidentally got Kate and Warren to be sort of friends by way of they're both super worried about her and each went to the other like "hey you're friends with Max right? can you help me keep an eye on her?"

"Max is the one who has to rip her away and back into the world of the living, Orpheus coded fr." hell yeeessss one of my goals for this au was to make Max the world's most unholy combination of Orpheus and Sisyphus, with a sprinkle of Homura Akemi for good measure. she has so many problems your honor <3

"I switched my music to thunderstorm bg audio and Spanish Sahara because I was feeling a little bit silly :)c. 10/10, would cry again." shdfgshj you are more powerful than i. i would simply pass away

"I have this WIP fic that’s never seeing the light outside of google drive hell, but a line I think is neat compares Max to a deer with its head stuck in an active electric fence" first off, 👀👀👀 Intrigued. second, Fuck Yeah that is some good imagery

"Max is the most powerful person on the planet (excepting some wildly OP main character from a future LiS game) and boneheadedly stubborn != useless" yeaaaa she has a bad case of what i like to call Timelooper Brainrot, aka she's so damn focused on what she can't do/what she's fucking up that she doesn't even acknowledge anything good or helpful she does bc to her it's all far outweighed by her mistakes. she needs an ativan and a nap. probably several of both

"Something something, maybe the immovable object and unstoppable force both long for the collision." YEEEESS!!!! i love my unstoppable force/immovable object amberfield <3 <3 <3

"Ngl, there should be more messed up fanart of Max cradling a dead body in her arms as she’s covered in blood, like all of the Marcille Dungeon Meshi fanart I’ve seen." i haven't watched/read dunmeshi yet but 99% of my dash has so i know Exactly what you're talking about and you're right you're so right. i consider myself a far better writer than artist but goddamn if i'm not gonna try and fill this void for u anon o7

"Y'know how golden retrievers can keep eggs in their mouths without breaking if they’re gentle about biting down? Imagine that but with Rachel as a lion and Max as a hare. OK thank you for coming to my TEDTalk <3." 1000/10 fantastic tedtalk would go again. i love love love the contrast of Rachel thinking of herself as like. dangerous predator animals (dragon/lion/etc) meanwhile she's been Assigned Doe by the universe

tysm for another excellent ramble! i love them so much and i'm always excited for them lol. good luck with your finals!! sending good vibes your way ✨💫✨

[inquisitiveheretic]

they took frank to one of those stuffed animal hospitals where they gently gut him take his stuffing out run him through the washing machine carefully pat him dry n restuff him again. thats why he looks like that

[lumosinlove]

December 14, 2020: Day One

On the first day of Ficmas, Hazel gave to you...a Russian!Leo bakery AU!

(Also where Finnlo works themselves out while still at Harvard. For this fic, Leo is 23, Logan is 20, and Finn is 21)

“It’s closed,” Logan said, breathing hot air onto his hands as he slammed the passenger door shut against the thrashing snow storm.

“What?” Finn said. “No, it’s—it’s never closed.”

Logan shrugged. “It’s closed.”

“We came here on the blizzard last year! It was open. Nothing was open, and it was open.”

“Harz, what do you want me to say?”

“It’s closed?”

“It’s closed!”

Finn sat back in his seat, staring out the frosted window. “But—my everything bagel.”

Logan huffed out a laugh, leaning across the car to press a kiss to Finn’s cheek, which was warm from the car’s heat. Practice had ended with Coach wishing them a good holiday break—and then the storm had hit. Logan had been looking forward to locking their door and cuddling up to Finn in their dorm room before going home to New York for Christmas, and then to Quebec for New Years. He was bringing Finn home. Finn.

“Oof,” Finn winced, but tucked his fingers into the curls sticking out below Logan’s tuque. “You’re freezing, baby, c’mere.”

Logan would never get tired of this. They’d spent two years dancing around each other, but when Logan had had a few too many drinks one night, they’d snapped. Finn had followed him into a back room at some house party, and Logan had reached forward and kissed him. Finn had frozen and then melted, and Logan would never get tired of remembering the way Finn had clutched to him, they way they’d broken apart and stared at each other—the way Finn had broken out into a smile and kissed him again. Logan, he’d whispered. Logan, Logan, Logan.

Finn was the last thing Logan expected to find at Harvard. He was the last thing Logan expected to get to keep. Logan was afraid of a lot of things—but after seeing that look on Finn’s face, it became the thing he was most afraid of losing. He’d do anything to protect it.

Finn kissed him now, a steadying hand against his jaw. “Let’s go find somewhere else?”

“Okay,” Logan mumbled against his mouth. “Wait, a little more.”

Logan felt Finn’s laugh when he tilted his chin up, and swayed into the open kisses Finn pressed to his lips, then up his cheek. The snow beat against the windows, and Logan could have stayed right there forever.

“Little more once we get to where we’re going,” Finn said.

“Where are we going?”

Finn put the car back into drive. “No idea.”

They drove around at a creeping pace in the snow until they found themselves on an unfamiliar street, small and with cobblestones replacing the usual pavement. Only one of the storefronts had their lights on, the open sign flipped outwards. The lights looked warm, with Christmas stickers stuck to the windows around a proudly displayed name.

“Arakhisa’s,” Logan read out. “I don’t know, sounds Russian?”

Finn put his hand behind Logan’s seat to park the car. “Whatever it is, we’re finding out.”

The door jingled as they entered. The space was small and painted in creams. There were bits of mistletoe and holly on the tables in tiny vases besides canisters of napkins and cutlery. White Christmas lights were strung along the walls, along with paper snowflakes, artful and curling, hanging around the lights and casting snowing shadows across the entire room.

“Privet,” said a soft voice. “Hello, may I help?”

Logan looked up to see—

“Huh,” Finn said from beside him. “I mean, hi.”

“Hi,” the boy said, smiling at them. “You looking for something good, I can tell.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah, we are.”

“Welcome to Arakhisa’s,” the boy said. “We open last year.”

“Do you…” Finn began, twirling a finger around to gesture at the store.

“Yes, is mine. You have not come before.”

Logan liked his careful sounds, like he was putting everything he had into making sure they were clear.

“We’re creatures of habits, I guess,” Finn laughed, and then he rubbed the back of his neck. It was red, Logan noticed.

The boy held out his hand over the counter, and Logan watched Finn take it.

“I’m Leo,” he said.

“Finn.”

Leo’s hand was warm in Logan’s next. “Logan.”

“Nice to meet,” Leo glanced between them  “What you like? Sweet?”

Logan laughed and looked back down at the display case again. It was filled with golden breads, cakes and muffins.

“Or not so sweet, maybe? We have case, but also menu. Bad storm. Deserve something warm.”

Logan smiled. He liked how Leo said deserve.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded. “Sweet for me, not so much for him. Anything you’d suggest?”

Leo looked down, thinking. As he did, another boy came out from the back, apron on. Leo and the boy spoke fast Russian for a moment, laughing at something, before he nodded haltingly at the two of them, and then turned back towards the kitchen again, disappearing through the swinging door.

“Sorry,” Leo said, still smiling. “Okay, I’m choose for you? Sweet and not so sweet.”

“And warm,” Finn added with a very familiar smile. Logan suppressed a laugh. Finn was flirty by nature, but Logan would know that look anywhere. He thought Leo was hot, and Logan didn’t blame him.

“Dimples,” Logan whispered when they sat down after being directed by Leo.

“Tell me about it,” Finn laughed, fishing them out two sets of forks and knives from the canister on the table. He tapped the ends of his in a little rhythm on the table. “He’s hot. How old do you think he is?”

“I don’t know, our age? Little older, maybe,” Logan said.

The boy from the back appeared again, this time with a tray of a steaming pot of tea and two cups.

“Thank you,” Finn said.

The boy smiled softly and gave a halting, “Yes, good.”

The tea was strong and Logan watched Finn drink it straight while he dunked sugar and milk into his own. He felt the warmth like it was seeping straight into his bones.

“Merde, I didn’t know how cold I was,” Logan sighed.

Finn smiled at him over his cup. “Your cheeks tell all.”

Logan snorted. “Look in the mirror.”

“Bet I can warm you up when we get home.”

Logan looked at Finn over the rim of his cup.

Finn’s smile widened. “Yeah, baby, now I know I can.”

They talked, with their ankles hooked beneath the table, about practice, about Christmas and their flight out in a few days, until Leo was walking back over to them.

“Okay, ready?” Leo said, setting plates down. “Like tea?”

“It’s perfect,” Finn said.

“Good,” Leo smiled.

In front of Logan, Leo set down a stack of what looked like crêpes. They were drizzled with a sticky red sauce, some sort of berry, and Leo drizzled honey over them himself.

“Blini,” Leo said, gesturing towards it. “Sweet. And for Finn, eggs. Don’t touch pan, very hot. Sausage, too, and dill on top. Scoop with bread like spoon, okay?”

Finn did as he was told. “This is incredible.”

Logan was caught up in the honey-sweet across his tongue. “Ouais.”

Leo stood there, wiping his hands on his apron. “I’m happy, then. I let you enjoy.”

“Thank you, Leo,” Logan said—just wanting to say his name. He remembered feeling that way about Finn. Just wanting to feel him, even if only through words. He flushed with the connection, and smiled before ducking back down to his food.

“You have welcome,” Leo said, and Logan and Finn looked at each other as Leo turned away.

“That was the—” Finn leaned in. “Cutest shit.”

“We’re coming back tomorrow,” Logan said. “We’re coming back.”

~

“Welcome to Ar—oh,” Leo smiled at them the next day. He was holding a tray of sweet smelling croissants. “Hi, again.”

“Hi, again,” Finn said, hands in his pockets against the cold. “Looks like you’re our new favorite.”

Leo laughed, reaching into the case to straighten some cakes. “Me?”

“I—well,” Finn stuttered.

“Yeah,” Logan said, leaning his elbows on the counter. “Any more recommendations?”

“Hm,” Leo tilted his head. “You still a sweetheart?”

Logan blinked. “Quoi?”

Leo gestured to the case. “Still feel like sweet things?”

Finn let out a delighted laugh. “Oh. Sweet tooth.”

“Ah,” Leo said. “What I say?”

“Sweetheart is, uh,” Finn ran a hand through his hair. “Like, cute? Like, a—lover?” he stumbled over the words and Logan—sort of liked watching the way he and Leo blushed as Finn spoke.

“Oh,” Leo said, more quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean—“

“No, it’s okay,” Logan shook his head quickly. “According to Finn, I’m a sweetheart and a sweet tooth so…no harm done.”

“Have practice or can go home for holiday?” Leo said, laughing a little as he tried to change the subject.

“How…” Logan began, and then looked down at his sweatshirt when Leo did. Harvard Hockey. “Oh. Hah, yeah, no, we can go home. We’re leaving today, actually. Tonight.”

Leo nodded, pulling two cream-filled pastries from the case. “Where you go?”

Finn held up two fingers. “First to New York, for me, and then to Quebec, for Lo.”

“New York,” Leo said, and turned towards the hot kettle, for their tea. Logan liked the way he moved, like it was all so well practiced, he could do it all in his sleep. “I have seen New York. Not…how you say?”

“Quebec,” Logan supplied. “Canada.”

“Oh,” Leo pushed the two plates towards them, and his smile turned cheeky as he looked at Finn and nodded at Logan. “Sounds better when he say.”

Finn laughed, taking the plates for the both of them. “Most things do. What are we trying today?”

“Sharlotka,” Leo said. “Sort of apple cake.”

Logan brought the pastry to his mouth, the cake crumbing back on to his plate when he took a bite. It was sweet and tart. It was perfect.

They watched Leo work from afar, going to and from the kitchen, laughing and charming customers. He tied boxes of cookies up with string, poured steaming take away cups of tea and coffee, fried up hot plates of eggs, instructing the customer to use the bread like a spoon, as he had with Finn.

Logan was—he didn’t know what. He was all caught up with the way he would accidentally catch Leo’s eye from across the room, just as he had been when he and Finn would lock gazes, across the Harvard locker room, across the showers.

“Leo,” Logan called as they left. Blue eyes met his own. “Have a good holiday.”

Leo’s eyes flickered between them, lips pressed together, and then he smiled. “Yes. Same as you.”

Christmas was a mess of happiness. Logan woke up in Finn’s childhood room, snug somewhere in the West Village. Finn walked him to his favorite coffee shop, just around the corner, and they sat at the bar in the window, warming up with the coffee and—kissing. Finn kissed Logan wherever and whenever. Finn took Logan apart at night, keeping him quiet and close. Logan took him apart in the morning. During the day, the re-fit the pieces of both of them together.

Finn was stroking Logan’s hips, kissing his chest and easing him down from a high when he asked.

“Do you think Leo had somewhere to go for Christmas?”

Logan took a second to breathe, a little surprised to hear Leo’s name out of Finn’s mouth so soon after coming, then looked down at Finn. They were both a little sweaty, and—Logan could never decide—but sometimes he thought he liked Finn best like that. Red cheeks and hair sticking up, a glisten at his neck.

“Uh,” Logan swallowed a pant. “Yeah?”

“I mean, his family might be in Russia. I didn’t see anyone other than that other boy there.”

“Maybe they’re together.”

“Oh. Yeah, maybe.”

Logan put a hand behind his head, the other on Finn’s neck. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Finn smiled, kissing just beside Logan’s softening cock. “We just didn’t ask him, that’s all.”

“We could have him over to the house, maybe,” Logan said, raking his fingers through Finn’s hair as he pushed his way up to lay beside him. “Or maybe a movie or something.”

“Yeah, I think we should,” Finn said, and turned onto his side, fingers trailing over Logan’s heated skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Logan just smiled. “As gorgeous as you think Leo is?”

“Hey, I can think Leo’s gorgeous,” Finn laughed, then leaned in close. “But you, Lo…I’m so in love with you.”

They went back to the bakery almost every day when term started up again, but with coursework, and the season ending, they never invited Leo out. He went from a kind smile from behind the counter to a long Sunday afternoon lunch—Leo sitting at their table between rushes—but never more. Logan had to admit…he was a little terrified of the pull he felt. He didn’t know if Finn felt it, too. And, with Finn graduating soon, what they had already felt so fragile.

They were getting ready for bed late in the Spring semester when it happened. Finn’s phone rang. He went out into the hall to answer it.

He never did that.

Finn’s face, when he came back in, was stricken, emotions waring. Logan’s first thought was that something horrible had happened, he didn’t even think about the draft—he’d been trying so hard not to think about Finn leaving, the stubborn fear that Finn was leaving him behind—

Finn swallowed hard, the door closing behind him and his phone tight in his fist.

Logan pushed himself up on his elbows from where he was laying across Finn’s bed. “Harzy? Mon rouge—”

“They think I’ll go third overall.”

The world stilled.

“Third,” Logan breathed.

Finn nodded. He dropped his phone onto his dresser.

“Finn,” Logan whispered, and then he was rushing at him. “Finn.”

He’d miss him. He’d ache over him. He was so happy for him.

“I can’t imagine it without you,” Finn said from where his nose was buried in Logan’s neck. His voice was thick with tears. “Lo.”

“You can’t think about me right now,” Logan laughed, tearfully, and pulled back, taking Finn’s face in his hands. “We always knew Harvard wasn’t forever. But you are.”

Finn sniffed, brown eyes filled. “I can’t even think about losing you.”

“And you think I can?” Logan pushed up and kissed him, mumbling the next words into it. “I’m so happy for you.”

They swayed as they hugged, and Logan closed his eyes at the feeling of Finn’s fingers running through his hair. “Will you visit me?”

Logan kissed him again and again until Finn’s back was pressed against the doorframe. Until Finn smiled.

“Send me your jersey, I’ll take some nice pictures for you. Maybe I’ll bring Leo to a game, that’ll make you happy.”

Finn brushed their noses together, laughing. ”That sounds good. And as long as you send me yours. When it happens.”

The notion send rocking waves through Logan all over again. It had happened to Finn, the NHL…it could happen to him.

And what would happen to them?

Logan opened the door to Leo’s bakery, and was met with Leo’s soft smile. It was a relief. His eyes still felt raw from saying goodbye to Finn. He still felt raw.

“Alone today?” Leo said.

“Sort of,” Logan said, smile shaky. “Well,” he looked back at the door, at their usual table by the corner. “Yeah.”

Leo’s eyes flickered with concern, and he tilted his head. “Need something sweet?”

Logan let out a breath and leaned on the counter. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

Leo nodded. “I’m find something perfect for you.”

Logan, though, really thought he had too many perfect things already. He hardly knew what to do with them all.

{A/N: Leo’s bakery’s name translates to Peanut’s…I think.]

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Hello m'lady! I'm so excited to see you're accepting prompts! If this strikes your fancy, may I request : “What happened to us?” and “I can be your reason why.” for our Frankie??? ANGST HOTEL HERE WE COME...MAYBE?!? Thank you for your time 💚🌿💚

My darling lady, I'm so happy to get your request! 💚

One huge dose of angsty Frankie coming right up. Oh, this one has a happy ending too. I hope you enjoy this, I'm sending a lot of hugs your way.

I can be your reason why

Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Word count 1,4k

Warnings: Hospitals, accident, mention of drunk driver, mention of death (Frankie was in the army), angst, sad sad sad, pining, hopeful ending

The room is so white, right down to the bedsheet that covers your lower half.

The white machines hooked on your body, keeping a check on vitals and making sure you are fine, look like something out of a sci-fi film for Frankie. He hates that he has to see them in multitudes as well as the monitors above your bed drawing lines as you breathe and your heart pumps blood and medicine all over your body, healing you.

To say he’d been surprised to get the call from the hospital at 4 in the morning was an understatement when he’d been shocked to the core. Ever since you had had a big fight with him all those months ago, something that was still unsettled and gnawed at his guts, Frankie had been certain he’d been crossed off the list for good and he had only himself to blame.

He had tried to scrub the yelling, the insults, and the low blows out of his mind, but every time he’d glance at his phone and see his wallpaper of you and his daughter smiling together and it would all come back.

“Fuck you, Frankie! I can’t believe you out of all the people would say this! You were supposed to be my friend!”

“Cariño, please…”

“NO! No Frankie, just no. You’ve gone too far this time.”

“Please, please let me explain. Please.”

“Absolutely not. I heard you loud and clear the first time Francisco and, God, what happened to us? Where did we go wrong? I thought you’d… I thought you understood… I thought...”

He can still hear the sniffles, feel the pain in his stomach as he watches you slam the door on his face on the film reel in his mind, and the desperation that creeps up his spine as his texts and calls go unanswered for weeks. He remembers asking the guys to call you and the mountain of ice spreading through his veins when Will told him that you had blocked his number and didn’t want him to contact you.

Frankie contemplated going to your house after that, but what good would it do? He was broken, beaten and lying breathless on the ground. Nothing would help him rise from there. Definitely not you. He is still all those things and more because he doesn’t have you beside him to weather out the stormy seas.

Getting cut off from you hurt him on levels he had trouble comprehending. Frankie had gotten used to you being around, comfortable in the knowledge that you had always been there as his friend and would always be there and that was his grave mistake.

All those moments in the playground swing back in teenage years when he escaped the yelling and shouting in his house, turbulent times in college where he began experimenting with his sexuality and life all the way to his high-risk career in the Army, the coke rap and losing his lady to another man. You had always been there for him.

You had been his rock and his most ardent supporter, Santi hot on your heels but never reaching the level of trust and intimacy you shared with Frankie. All the times he fucked up, needed a shoulder to cry on or a couch to sleep off his desire to go out and find one of his bad habits for a visit, you opened your door to help him. And what had he done for you? Fuck all but trouble and heartbreak and pain in measures he can never pay back.

He hangs his head, his ballcap twisted between his fists as he wrings the fabric to give himself something to do. He would do anything, everything to take back the last 3 and half months and just hold you tight and tell you that he believes in you and will stand by you in all the ways you want him.

But you are sleeping, eyes closed, hooked up to all the machines that monitor your body and Frankie cannot do that. He’s not sure if he’s even allowed to touch you, because just being in the same room as you without your permission feels like an invasion of sorts.

“Cariño, if you can hear me, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the words, all the insults thrown in your face and all the pain I’ve caused you. I wish… I wish I could take it all back.”

He whispers, placing his hand next to you where it lays on top of the bedsheet. The difference between them shocks him still, your elegant fingers next to his calloused and battered ones. The way your skin is unmarred by scars where he has all these silver lines criss-crossing his knuckles.

Taking care to avoid the IV line, he gently moves your hand into his and sighs at the first connection in months. The softness of your hand against his roughness is still something out of a dream; how something so beautiful and lovely and gorgeous could ever want something so dark, drenched in the blood of people he’s killed and lost count of is a mystery Frankie never hopes to have to solve.

Like a thief in the night, he steals yet one more moment with you as he squeezes your hand gently. And like a greedy one too, he rises from the creaky plastic hospital chair and kisses your forehead, pushing his luck a little further. Frankie begins talking, his deep timbre bouncing off the walls as he tells you stories you’ve heard a thousand times already but which bring him comfort.

His thumb strokes your knuckles softly, a soothing gesture more for him than you, while he continues telling you things. Time ticks by and Frankie’s voice grows tired and gravely, but he refuses to stop. He talks about Will, Benny and Santi, the ways all of them get together weekly and he talks about Olivia, his pride and joy, and how she grows and how she misses you. How he misses his friend.

The tone tinges with sadness as Frankie starts to talk about your accident and what has happened in the past couple of days. “They caught him, the drunk bastard that ran the red light. He’s in custody and the traffic cameras have him on tape. You are not going to have to see him, he’ll be locked up for a good time. You just need to get better, cariño, so you can kick my ass in softball again and tell me Oreos taste superior when dunked in cold milk.”

He takes a deep breath, blinking away to keep his raw emotions hidden. Had you not changed your medical info and your contact in case of emergency details, he wouldn’t even be here with you, known about your accident, and the mere idea breaks him, wounds him deep. He hides his tears in his sleeve as he tries to gather himself up again. Frankie needs to be strong now, you have a long recovery ahead of you and he will do his best to help you.

“Te amo, mi corazón y mi alma. Por favor, vuelve a mi. I want to kiss you and tell you I belong to you, that I love you more than as a friend. You hold my heart already and I will gladly give it to you if you come back to me. Smile for me again. I can be your reason why, I’ll do anything to see your soft lips grinning at me, with me...” It becomes too much and Frankie folds in half, draping his upper body on the bed as he cries uncontrollably.

He doesn’t know how long he weeps, the seconds and minutes all blurring together as the sleeves of his shirt go from damp to soaked but he doesn’t care. Frankie loves you and he almost lost you for good and he cannot hold it in anymore. He loves you and he needs to tell you.

He’s so deep inside his mind that he doesn’t recognize the weight on top of his head first. But when fingers card through his locks repeatedly and the motion registers, he’s shocked into reality. Frankie lifts his head carefully, eyes blurry and almost afraid of what he will see.

Your eyes are droopy but the small upturn of the corners of your lips as you regard him softly forces another sob from his chest and it takes all of his willpower not to kiss you right then and there. Your hand doesn’t stop moving as you look at each other in silence, fingers in his curls and Frankie is finally back home, breathing freely.

His lips move, though no sound comes out, telling you te amo over and over again.

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rowieeeee what did u think of my silly rabbit my snookums the love of my life my cutie patootie (polnareff)

he grew on me fast he's my stupid meow meow now. I want to dunk him in milk and slam him against the wall

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Her again

Title: Her again

Square Filled: Office AU

Ship: AU!Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, John Winchester

Rating: explicit

Warnings: angst, language, lies, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, unrequited love?, a hint of breeding kink, consensual degrading (name calling), a hint of choking, light blow job, hand job, implied smut

Summary: At an office party you finally turn your back on Dean.

Word Count: 2,4 k

Written/Created for @spnaubingo​​​​​

2020 SPN AU BINGO Masterlist

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

“Her again?” Jo huffs, watching you look at Dean who has one arm pressed against the wall to cage Lisa Braeden, the girl getting the job you wanted. “I can’t understand what everyone sees in her.”

“A dog in heat,” Charlie grunts. “Wonder how she got the job without having the qualifications Dean wanted. Do you know what that bitch did before she started working here?”

“Charlie do not use the b-word. We are all women and do not…,” Lisa turns her attention toward you, grinning wildly as Dean brushes a lash off her cheek. “Okay, she’s a bitch.”

“That chick was a fucking yoga instructor, girls,” Charlie jerks her head toward Sam who winks at you, offering you another free drink. “I should tell Sam she got the job for blowing her boss…”

“Charlie, we do not know if she got the job that way,” you watch Dean grab another drink, eyes landing on you. He raises the glass, but you do not have it in you to return the smile he gives you. “I’ll have that drink with you now.”

“Sam is fighting for your attention, girl. Go and get him, tiger,” Jo snickers at Charlies' words, pecking her friend’s cheek.

“I am not in the mood for stupid office rumors to spread. I do not need someone telling my boss I fucked his brother only as we shared a drink,” grumbling you walk toward Sam, taking the awful eggnog out of his hands.

“My brother again?” Sam muses watching his brother eye you warily as you give his younger brother a soft smile. “He’s a fool for not seeing you.”

“Well, I worked my ass off and didn’t get the position. I cannot compare with chicks like Lisa Braeden. I don’t know,” you sigh deeply, smile fading away. “Men do prefer girls like her, not me. I am awkward around men like your brother or you.”

“You are talking with me,” Sam slings one arm around your shoulders, squeezing your arm. “Maybe you should’ve told him that you like him.”

“And embarrass me even more,” deadpanning you point toward Dean who offers Lisa another drink. “Look at him, Sam he’s in his flirting modus. There is no chance he will not take her home like all the other girls. I do not want to be another notch on his belt. At least I’ll keep my dignity and do not have to do the Dean Winchester walk of shame.”

“That’s a new one,” snickering Sam looks at his brother whose jaw ticks anytime Sam touches you. “Dean Winchester walk of shame…”

“Maybe ‘I fucked my boss and now I have to quit’ would be more appropriate. I bet she is good, flexible, and all. I mean as a former yoga instruct…,” biting your tongue you pray Sam didn’t get the last words.

“I know she’s not qualified for the job, Y/N,” Sam does not like the way Dean acts around Lisa, not at all. “They have a history, okay. During his wilder times, he had an affair with her for like a week.”

“Great,” voice dripping with sarcasm you look at Sam. “He dunked his dick into her cunt and that’s the reason she got the job. A job she is not even qualified for. I worked my ass off. My relationship went downhill thanks to the fact I was married to my job. Fuck this,” you throw the glass with eggnog to the ground, glaring at Dean who turned his attention toward you.

“Y/N, calm down,” Sam tries but you push his hand away.

“This is ridiculous. Our boss fucks a yoga instructor for a week, and she gets the job Cole and I applied for. If Cole would have gotten it, I would have understood. He is longer at the company than I, has more experience but this is a shitshow and I am out of this for good. Fuck Winchester Inc. and fuck his CEO, Dean Winchester.”

Giving Sam an apologetic smile you pat his chest. “You’re not the one I hate right now. I will grab my shit and you’ll get my termination letter.” Sam can only watch you storm out of the room to rush toward your office.

“What the fuck was that Sam?” Dean gasps only catching a glimpse of you storm out of the room. Sam shrugs a smug grin on his lips.

“That was the best employee and woman for the job you gave your ex quitting her job and calling you a jerk,” Sam still grins when his brother storms after you. “I mean, you are a jerk after all.”

“Sam? What happened?” Charlie feels her legs give in. “That was not the plan! How shall we get those two together when she quits her job?”

“Relax, Charlie,” not worried at all Sam offers Charlie a self-assured smirk. “My brother will beg, plea, and fall to his knees to not lose Y/N.”

“Done?” Dean eyes you warily when you storm out of your office to leave the building. “Not even a goodbye?”

“Goodbye, jerk!” you brush past Dean, not caring he follows you. “I can’t believe you gave that yoga chick the job instead of Cole or me.” You stop in your tracks, glaring at Dean whilst you stomp your heel onto his foot, causing him to grunt in pain.

“I know, I did not deserve the position yet, but I thought I’ll give it a try. Cole, I knew he would make it, but he is great at his job. That girl can barely keep up with her tasks. She always bugs Jo to do most of her job,” you blink the tears of anger away. “I am disappointed more than I am mad. I know you tend to think with your dick but making such a lousy decision to get your dick sucked is the shadiest thing you ever did.”

“She doesn’t suck anything, Y/N,” Dean grasps for your hand but you wiggle out of his grip, giving him a warning glare. Sam, Charlie, and Jo can only watch you yell at Dean.

“Yeah, that’s the reason she got a job she’s not qualified for. I know you want to give people with less qualification or education a chance, but this is not such a job,” anger taking over you drop the box to backhand Dean. “That’s for ruining my relationship by forcing me to work my ass off for nothing.”

Rubbing his burning cheek Dean watches you pick your box back up. “There I stand, believing you and I could’ve had something. I am still the nerdy chick helping you with your grades. But this is over. Look for someone else to pamper your ego and the rest of Dean Winchester.”

“Y/N, wait,” the look on your face let Dean stop in his tracks. “She needed a job and that was the only free position, I swear.”

“Dean, we were looking for assistants, a new PR manager and so on when she started to work her. Do not underestimate me, Winchester. I am not a dumb little lamb falling for the big bad wolf,” you are half-way out of the building before Dean catches up with you.

“Wait, sweetheart,” not stopping you walk faster. “Please…”

“Won’t work anymore, Dean. Shove that sugar-sweet pet name up to your ass,” you blink the tears away, taking a deep breath. “Good thing I never told you I love you because this would’ve been embarrassing as hell,” the door slams shut behind you and Dean swallows the lump in his throat.

“Dean what the fuck!” Sam runs after his brother, watching you enter a cab. “You should’ve stopped her. That was the plan.”

“I told you he’ll mess up,” Charlie pinches the bridge of her nose. “Jo, check Y/N’s office, maybe she forgot something. Sam, you will check her termination letter. Dean, stop being a jerk.”

“She loves me,” Dean grins dreamily. “I mean, hell she loves me.”

“Uh-Dean, I hate to ruin your daydreams but at the moment she rather hates you,” Jo shrugs, giving Charlie a wink. “Don’t think she liked watching you flirt with that Braeden chick.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight this way,” Dean grunts into your ear, pressing his sweaty chest closer to you back.

He has you on your belly, legs straddled by his muscular thighs, his cock so deep inside of you it borders on pain, your boss pumps wildly into you. “You’re such a slut for my dick.”

“D’, fuck,” you whine, fighting the ropes holding your hands bound behind your back. “I want to cum.”

“Did you earn to cum?” His lips press against your ear and you shudder, feeling his tongue slide in. “You caused quite a scene there.”

“You said, oh-please right there,” Dean’s large palm wraps around your throat, forces your body to bend to his will. “Please…”

“I said, make it look believable, not fucking rip me apart,” he slams into your abused pussy, making you yelp with every thrust. “I wanted them to believe you quit.”

“Dean, please. I need it,” his free hand slips between your thighs, to toy with your pulsing nub. “I’ll do anything, Sir.”

“I know you will,” Dean muses, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Monday morning you will come to my office, apologize and I’ll yell at you while you blow me like a fucking pro.”

“All you want but please let me cum,” watching Dean in the mirror he placed opposite his bed you roll your eyes. He is grinning wickedly, loving he won the upper hand. “Please.”

“Fucking cum on my dick,” now you push back onto his length, feeling your toes curl. “I want this pussy to squeeze me, milk me dry. You know, I’ll give you all my cum until you are round. Everyone will see you are my whore.”

“Dean!” You cry out, fluttering around his twitching length. “Give me your cum, Sir. Please.” Dean approves your words, gives you shallow thrusts to ride your high out. “Please.”

“There you go, slut,” sticky cum runs down your thighs, ruining the silky sheets. “Love fucking this cunt.”

“I am sorry,” you sigh, snuggling into Dean’s chest. “You said I shall make it look believable and got carried away.” Gently stroking the cheek, you backhanded you look up at Dean. “This sucks.”

“Listen, my father is a strict bastard. Whether we keep our relationship a secret and you can have the position, or we go public and lose it all,” Dean sighs, running one large palm over your ass, squeezing it roughly.

“Lisa played her role well,” giggling you peck Dean’s cheek. “I mean, fuck me, she should get an Oscar for her performance.”

“This way we got rid of Cole without firing him,” Dean grins, moving his hand to your back to tickle your skin. “We had to make him leave on free terms, believing Lisa got the position. Next week you will come back, and I will suggest that you’ll get the position to avoid that you sue me for being a naughty boss.”

“Sounds good to me,” you love the plan Dean and you developed over the last months. “They will lose the bet too. Five hundred bucks for new shoes.”

“You were the only one betting you’ll quit during our Christmas party. I got an evil mastermind in my bed.” You nod eagerly, exclaiming you used an avatar for the bet.

“Now back to me going down on you, boss,” a low growl leaves Dean’s lips when you crawl under the blanket to have a look at his dick. “Looks good, Sir. Maybe I should,” hissing Dean lifts the blanket to watch you lick the tip.

“Sweetheart, I wanted you in my office, on your knees like a good girl but,” he throws his head back, moaning your name when you lick him all over. “Forget it, just take me in your warm mouth, baby girl.”

Voice husky, at least two octaves deeper Dean urges you on, praises your mouth, pussy, and anything he loves. “Please baby girl, suck daddy’s cock.”

You look up at Dean, giggling. “Sorry, I don’t know where this was coming from, Y/N.” His cheeks shades of pink Dean pats your head when you play with his balls. “Such a good little cocksucker. Aren’t you a good little bitch?”

“Winchester stop making me wet again, dammit,” you pump him slowly before you relax your jaw enough to try again. “If you say another word, I’ll ride that dick until it falls off.”

“Fuck me, come up here,” before you can protest Dean tosses the blanket aside, to watch you crawl onto his lap. “Now ride me until you are a mess…”

“See, we need to do something about this,” Dean points toward the faked papers you hand him this morning. “She will sue me if I do not give her the position, father.” Whilst John looks at the papers, you have a grand time teasing Dean.

His cock at your mercy you run your hand up and down his length. Moments before John waltzed into his son's office you wanted to suck your boss off. Now you have him at your mercy and enjoy every second.

“Jesus, that bitch is greedy,” John curses, just like Dean when you slap his dick. “She will sue us for your mistake. Fire Braeden, no give her a suiting position and give that greedy cunt the job. I hope you can dick her down one day for fucking with you…”

“Oh-I will dick her down, Sir,” Dean grunts feeling your hand move faster along his shaft. “Metaphorically, of course…”

“Such a needy slut,” Dean grunts, pushing upward. You are on his lap, back against his chest. His hands on your tits he let you ride him while he checks some numbers, or at least tries to do so. “Naked on your boss’s lap in the middle of your lunch break.”

“He forced me down his dick, Sir. What can I do when he wants to fuck the neediness out of me?” You grin feeling Dean’s fingers pinch your nipples.

“Now, ride me like a good girl and later we will go to my apartment and celebrate you won the bet, got the position, and my dick on the same day.”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester,” you roll your hips faster, moaning as you hit that spot making you see stars. “Now I want you to fuck me over your desk like the slut I am for you.”

“Always so needy, Ms. Y/L/N,” Dean snickers. “I’ll see what I can do for you…”

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[jobean12-blog]

Hello my love 💕 I was hoping you could comfort me 😩 could I request something fluffy/comforting with beefy Bucky? Maybe readers boyfriend hurts her but Bucky is there to protect her and does stuff to help take her mind off everything? I love you and thank you for listening to me it means the world to me 💕💕💕

Earth Angel

Pairing: Bucky x reader (of the protective beefy bucky variety)

Word Count: 1,042

Summary: You’re in trouble and the first place you go is Bucky’s apartment. 

Author’s Note: Thanks for asking me to help sweets, I really do hope this makes you feel a bit better! I love you and I’m sending you super warm hugs and cuddles! Thank you all for reading, much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse, angst, but fluffy softness and really GOOD MUSIC! and a happy ending of course because duh, it’s me! :)

Shutting the door with a loud slam you press your back to it, sinking down and holding your knees, the events of the day catching up to you in a wave of tears. You never thought Brock would put his hands on you, never thought the day would come when you would have to run away but here you were, in a heap on the floor of Bucky’s apartment.

The two of you had been friends for a while and he had given you a spare key so you could care for Alpine while he was away on missions. Bucky wasn’t home and you didn’t know where he was, hoping he wouldn’t be upset you were here when he returned.

Wiping your face on your sleeve you pull yourself off the floor, a small smile playing on your lips when Alpine twists between your legs, rubbing and purring. “Hey buddy, I’ve missed you.” You already felt better petting him and being somewhere you felt safe.

Deciding a shower would help you go into Bucky’s bedroom, the smell of him overtaking your senses and look for a clean tee shirt and some sweats. Finding them easily enough you discard your clothes and take a hot shower. The warm water helps to ease some of tension in your shoulders and head, the soreness of where Brock grabbed you pulsing under your skin.

Throwing on Bucky’s shirt and sweats, both way too big, you walk into the kitchen to look for a snack. “Where does your daddy keep the good stuff, Alpine? I need something sweet and chocolatey,” you say, looking at the fluffy white cat with your hands on your hips. Alpine simply meows and pushes his head under your hand for more pets. “Yea, yea I know, more attention,” you laugh, softly rubbing his head.

As you open the cabinets to search for food you shout, “hey echo, play the 50’s greatest hits.” Echo turns on, “here’s a station for you, all 50s, on amazon music.” With a smile you start singing, “If you knew Peggy Sue, then you'd know why I feel blue without Peggy, my Peggy Sue.”

You find some double chocolate cookies, giving a loud hoot before opening them up and grabbing a glass of milk. Dunking your cookie and dancing around the kitchen you sing to Alpine. “Omg, I love this song Alpine! It’s the best! Earth angel, earth angel, will you be mine, my darling dear, love you all the time…”

You do a twirl, Bucky’s giant shirt billowing out, “I fell for you and I knew the vision of your love, loveliness…” It’s in that moment that you finally notice the large frame of a certain super solider standing against the wall with a huge grin on his face.

He doesn’t say anything, just walks toward you and grabs your hand. Bucky pulls you into his chest, his metal arm snaking around your waist while his other holds your hand up. He spins you around the kitchen, moving with effortless grace. His bright blue eyes stay focused on you the entire time, every so often drifting down to your lips. When the song finishes, he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Hi, y/n,” he breathes out, still holding you close. “Hi Bucky, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just show up without asking it’s just that Brock and I had a bad fight and broke up and he pushed me and I got scared and didn’t know what to do and…” Bucky’s finger against your lips silences you, his eyes now stormy. “What did you say?” he grinds out, his jaw clenched as he searches your face.

“I’m sorry I just showed up,” you squeak out, fresh tears lining your cheeks. “No, doll, what did Brock do?” You look down, the weight of it all still heavy, “we had a fight and he pushed me, I got hurt.” Bucky hooks his finger under your chin, lifting your eyes to his, “you listen to me, you did nothing wrong and have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I swear, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Bucky releases you from his embrace, grabbing the keys to his motorcycle and storming toward the door. “Wait, Bucky. Please. Don’t go. I need you.” Your words stop him dead in his tracks as he slowly turns around, his eyes holding a softness you’ve grown to love. “You need me?” he whispers.

“I do. At first, I didn’t realize why I came here but now I know, and I don’t want you to leave. Ever.” Bucky drops his keys, moving toward you slowly almost as if he’s unsure he’s hearing you correctly. “Let me see,” he says once he reaches you. You pull up the sleeves of his shirt and the collar down, showing him the bruises.

You watch as a range of emotions move across his face and you can tell he is holding back his anger. “It’s ok, I’m here, I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you. You can stay with me as long as you want.” His words wrap you in a warmth you didn’t know you were missing, new tears springing to your eyes. “Thank you,” you whisper, as he cradles you against his chest.

“Hey echo, play ‘Earth Angel,” Bucky says to the smart device. Softly singing and moving around the kitchen. Bucky holds you close, the steady beat of his heart even more comforting that the music. “Earth angel, earth angel, the one I adore, love you forever and ever more, I’m just a fool. A fool in love with you.”

You look up as the words leave his mouth, “I didn’t know you knew this song. It’s one of my favorites.” Bucky’s smile is sweet as he jokes, “I am pretty old you know.” The sound of your laughter rings out through the kitchen and Bucky falls a little harder, “I love that sound.” You feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, his face much closer now as you continue dancing. His head dips lower, the last words of the song coming out as a whisper against your lips, “I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

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[knb-no-scenario]

Hello! Can i request a yandere kise and akashi? if you write yandere stuff? I really like the way you portray kise, i also think he can get really protective and not always happy go lucky. Thanks in advance!!

thanks for the request! yes, i do write yandere stuff. it’s been a while. hope my yandere writing skills isn’t rusty (￣▽￣*)ゞ hehe, i love the idea of kise being a yandere.

Kise

The team watched as Kise made another dunk. The aura surrounding him was terrifying and his face had been stuck in the same scary expression since the first time the practice started. He played like a monster - they were playing 3 vs 3, and the score was currently 30-3.

“Hey, what’s with you?” Kasamatsu held his arm, panting breathlessly. Behind him, the rest of the team was also out of breath. Winning against Kise was impossible.

Kise smiled at him sweetly. However, Kasamatsu felt chills running down his spine. The model’s smile didn’t quite reach his eye - in fact, although his smile was sweet, it felt cold and fake. “What do you mean, senpai? I’m fine.”

“Is it because of.. [Name]-chan?” He guessed slowly, watching the blond’s smile fade. Another chill ran down his spine when Kise looked at him, his eyes sharp.

“[Name]-cchi? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As if on cue, you walked into the gym, your joyfulness contrasting the gym’s gloomy aura. “Ryōta-kun, are you done yet?”

Kasamatsu almost gasped when Kise let out a deep growl, glancing your way. Kise then threw the ball he was holding to Moriyama, who almost fell trying to catch it, and proceeded to walk his way to you.

“Uh.. Ryōta-kun?” You blinked up at him in confusion when he towered above you stiffly. You averted your gaze to the team. They looked equally confused and a bit scared.

You didn’t have time to think because Kise suddenly grabbed your arm and dragged you outside a bit forcefully. The team held their breaths, watching the scene in front of them while Kasamatsu looked at the two of you, worry evident in his eyes.

Once the two of you were outside, Kise finally stopped walking. He still didn’t let go of your arm, though.

“Ryōta-kun, what’s wrong?” You asked softly, worriedly.

Kise turned around abruptly, “Who was that guy?” He asked, “You sure had fun talking to him.”

It took you a few minutes to truly understand what he was talking about, because the guy he was referring to was merely a friendly classmate who shared the same taste in webcomics as you. “What do you mean? We were just-“

“Just talking? Just having fun? Just flirting?” He cut you off, his eyes narrowed to slits, “Because what really is the difference, hm?”

“Huh?” Shocked, you searched for any signs of mischief in his face - was he joking with you? You found none. “Ryōta-kun, we were just having a conversation.” You stated in disbelief, “Is this the reason you-“

He chuckled, cutting your words one more, “[Name]-cchi, you really are..” You yelped when he suddenly pushed you to the wall and slammed his arms to your sides. “Do you really not see the way he was looking at you? Or are you pretending not to?”

This was a side of Kise Ryōta you had never seen before. Where did your always-smiling, gentle boyfriend go?

“Ryōta-kun, I-“

“Are you purposefully trying to make me jealous?” He accused harshly, leaning closer to you.

In the months that you’d been together, he had never looked at you with such cold eyes, not even when you were arguing. It broke your heart to see that he didn’t believe in you. “You’re scaring me.” You managed to say, your eyes starting to get a bit glassy. “[Male Name]-kun and I are just friends, so…” You couldn’t look at him in the eye anymore, so you looked at the ground. Tears were now pricking at the corner of your eyes. Why was Kise behaving like this?

You heard him sigh. Not long afterwards, he put a hand under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

A tear escaped your eye. His tender eyes were back, but..

“Don’t do something like this again, [Name]-cchi.” He pleaded, hugging you. His warmth calmed you down slightly. “I’m sorry for scaring you, I just can’t lose you.”

You returned his hug, feeling guilt creep up on you. “I only like you, Ryōta-kun, you know that.”

“Me too, [Name]-cchi.” Kise smiled, holding you tightly. [Male Name], huh? Looks like I’m going to have to take care of him.

Akashi

You looked at your male friend in confusion. He was the fifth one to try ignoring you. That was a problem - as the class president, you had to collect your class’ homeworks, but all the males in your class looked frightened to give you their books.

“[Male Name]-kun, why have you been avoiding me? What’s going on?”

Your friend looked at you in fear, exchanging glances with his friend next to him.

“Come on, what’s wrong?”

He looked at his desk, still wearing that frightened expression. “[Name]-san, we can’t talk to you. If we do, he-“

“[Name], do you want to eat together?” Turning your head to the classroom door, you saw Akashi standing with a smile.

“Ah, Sei-kun! Of course, I’m just going to submit these to the teacher first.”

Akashi raised an eyebrow at the stack of books you were holding. He quickly went to your side and took all of the books from you. “Did no one think of helping you carry so many books?” He commented in annoyance.

You smiled at him and hit his shoulder playfully, “I’m fine, Sei-kun. Let’s just go.”

Akashi huffed but nodded. You walked out with him, oblivious to the frightened stares the rest of the class gave you.

After dropping the books at the teachers’ lounge, the two of you walked to your usual eating spot - the rooftop. It was your favourite place at Rakuzan, overlooking the whole school.

“Ah, I’m so tired.” Yawning, you stretched your limbs and sat down. Akashi was quick to sit down next to you. Smiling, he handed you your favourite milk bread. Your eyes lit up. “Thank you, Sei-kun!” You took it from him and rested your head on his shoulder. He immediately scooted closer to you. You sighed, looking at the horizon blankly. “Say, Sei-kun.”

“Hm?”

“Am I annoying?”

You felt his body tense up. “What gave you that idea?” He asked carefully.

“Well,” You took a deep breath, “Lately my male classmates have been avoiding me. I don’t know what’s wrong. Am I.. am I annoying you too?”

Hearing your words, Akashi’s face darkened. He held your hand tightly. “How preposterous. Of course not. I like me better when I’m with you. It’s a shame that others don’t see you the way I see you, but so be it.” He lifted up your hand and placed a gentle kiss at the back of your hand.

Blushing at the gesture, you tried to hide your red face by snuggling closer to him. “Sei-kun, you always say embarrassing words.”

He chuckled at your actions. “Do you not like it, [Name]?”

“No, I like it!” You quickly answered, your blush reddening. “I’m just.. I don’t know.” You had to admit, your classmates suddenly distancing themselves from you really took up space in your mind. You ended up thinking over and over again what you had done wrong. All of you had always been really close, so.. why?

Akashi put a hand to the side of your face, making you gaze up at him, “Stop torturing yourself over something you can’t control, [Name].” He met your gaze evenly. “You’re not annoying. You’re perfect to me.”

The seriousness in his voice made you feel better. He had always been this way to you. Kind, accepting, gentle - sometimes you wondered how someone as perfect as Akashi could ever like you.

“Do you mean that?”

Akashi smiled. “Every word. You don’t need those people, [Name].” There was a sudden chill in his voice. “You have me. I love you, [Name].”

The amount of love in his confession made your eyes watery. How lucky were you to have him as your boyfriend. Leaning on his chest, you gripped his school jacket tightly. Perhaps he was right. As long as you had him, what else would you possibly need?

He hugged you, bringing you closer. Looking at you in his arms made him smile in satisfaction. It was too easy - all it took were simple threats to make those males know their places. They didn’t deserve to even look at you. Of course, those good-for-nothings didn’t dare talk to you afterwards.

He caressed your hair lovingly, thinking to the conversation he stopped earlier. That [Male Name] surely had some guts.. Akashi closed his heterochromatic eyes, smirking. That trash almost spilled his secret, and there would be price to pay.