#Fishy Muffins

[writingescapades]

Being Different

A/N: Based on something that happened recently.

You stared at the food below you. It took an entire evening to make, not to mention the prep time. You knew it might have been different from what your colleagues were used to, but you still hoped someone would try. After all, how detested was a creamy sweet? Yet not one bowl was touched. You thought, perhaps, somehow, people had forgotten, but your mind always returned to the memory of the empty muffin box that sat beside your treats. You sighed. It wasn’t the biggest problem to deal with, but you didn’t want to waste food. You could have sweets every night, if it didn’t turn rancid before then. You could pass them around to everyone in the apartment, but your hesitated. It was inevitable. It just hurt.

It was in this situation that he found you. Eager to greet your return from work, the cherished smile fell from his face when he saw you mulling over the kitchen counter.

A known presence drew near your side. Turning, you saw Rafayel resting his head on his palm as he looked at the food. You gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair.

“Hey Fishy,” you spoke with warmth. “How was your day?”

Rafayel turned towards you, eyes full of love. He heard the weariness strain your voice.

“Better than yours, cutie”.

You shrugged, then nudged the food towards him.

“Want some?”

It was a casual question. You didn’t expect Rafayel to try some, especially since you never cooked for him before. Yet he reached for a bowl, and as he took a bite, it dawned on you that you both had different taste palates. There was no way he would like your food. It was, culturally, too different from the norm. Still, you smiled when he finished the bowl. Then, he reached for another. You smiled again, thinking he was being polite. Then, he reached for a third. Confused, you watched him as he went over the top with his politeness. When he reached for a fourth you stopped him.

“Are you forcing yourself to finish it? Please stop”.

You reached a hand out to take the bowl from him. Rafayel turned slightly, keeping the bowl out of reach.

“Is that an order?”

“No?” you replied, confused. “But it’s not good”.

“Says who?”

You hesitated, not wanting to rat out the people who, all things considered, were some of the best to work alongside with.

“It’s, different”.

“I’m also different,” came Rafayel’s cheeky response. He turned back towards you, mischief igniting in his eyes. “And I like it”.

He leaned over and gave a small peck to your ear.

“Let’s share some with Thomas and my aunt”.

You nodded, but he could see there was still hesitation in your eyes. He brought a spoon of the sweet to your mouth and waited till the familiar taste lit up your face.

“There will always be people who accept what is different”.

[crescentmoonsandroses]

What if you got weapons or armour from the bosses in Undertale?

❤️Short/menu name (serious mode name) *(Name of item) *(Neutral flavour text) *(Genocide flavour text)

❤️TorRobe (T.Robe) *(Torn Robe) *(Still smells like butterscotch/cinnamon.) *(No regrets.)

❤️PapyScarf (Scarf) *(Papyrus Scarf) *(Is it red or orange...?) *(Looks cooler on you.)

❤️DumKnife (D.Knife) *(Dummy Knife) *(What? What?! WHAT?! ...It's a knife.) *(You don't need friends.)

❤️U.Dy.Spear (Spear) *(Undyne Spear) *(There's something fishy about it.) *(Filled with DETERMINATION.)

❤️SpdrRib (S.Ribbon) *(Spider Ribbon) *(Smells like muffins.) *(Free of charge.)

❤️MettaBoots (MTTBoots) *(MTT-Brand Boots) *(Make you feel fabulous.) *(The show won't go on.)

❤️CatMar (Marotte) *(Cat-Head Marotte) *(You showed your LOVE.)

❤️K'rown (Crown) *(King's Crown) *(The king rules!) *(It's heavy.)

❤️G'lower (Flower) *(Golden Flower) *(You wiped the smile off its face.) *(Down here, it's kill or be killed.)

❤️BluJack (Jacket) *(Blue Jacket) *(Now sans a skeleton.)

[morningstarwrites]

Continuation to the euphemism ask:

Oh my gosh oh my gosh but there are so many funny expressions you can use for this purpose! Like "stuffing the muffin", "putting the bread in the oven", "glazing the donut", "agreeing on stuff", "taming the beast" and my personal favorit is "dancing with the Devil" xD

But I present thee the classics:

Angel: *lounging at the bar*

Lucifer and Alastor: *sitting on the couch doing whatever*

Lucifer: Hey, wanna come up to my room so I can show you my stamp collection?

Alastor: Why, I'd be delighted! Lead the way!

Angel: *AUDIBLE GASP*

*a few hours later*

Angel: ...and so naturally I sneaked after them to confirm my suspitions...

Husk: I can't believe you

Angel: ...and you know what I saw??? I shit you not, Husker! They were...

Husk: ???

Angel: ACTUALLY LOOKING AT THE KING'S STAMP COLLECTION

Husk: Oh wow. Who would have guessed.

Angel: It's so frustrating! I keep running into walls but I just KNOW there's something fishy going on between them! I just can't put my finger on it! But I'll prove it, you'll see!

Husk: Of course, kid

Angel: It looked like a pretty impressive collection though

Husk: I'm sure he would show you too if you ask nicely ;)

Angel: Oh fuck you

I was literally having a tough time thinking of stupid euphemisms to use so I'm definitely gonna look up some more!!

I love your suggestions my god - and I also adore the idea that Angel Dust is just sneaking around to follow them after lmao. I'll definitely think about it!

[theyanderespecialist]

Touch Starved 3 (Scenarios) Yandere Upper Moons X Gender Neutral Prisoner Reader (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back! This one is going to be the last part of the Touch Starved Hugs! I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!] 

(Disclaimer: None of the Upper Moons are Yandere, well except for Maybe Doma, that man is a kinda sussy! This is just for fun and Not to be Taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

(Gyokko, Upper Moon 5) (The Fishy Fishman Hugs) 

(Gyokko's POV) 

To say my sweet little (Name) did not like me... They did not. They are the love of my life and I wish that they would love me. They needed to love me, I was so amazing and perfect and needed to prove to my muse that I loved them. I taught them how to make pots and they seemed to be thankful for that. They would even make designs for me for new pots. They are so perfect and I love them so much. I wish they would just love me in return. I want them to be mine. 

Today I throwing some pots and working hard to make them beautiful. When suddenly I felt their arms wrapped around me. I tense, I was in full merman form and not my pot and I look at them.  "What is it little muse?" I ask them blushing. They are touching me~ My Sweet Muse (Name) is hugging me! I love this, this is so perfect~  "I just wanted a hug." They mumble into my side and I turn around wrapping my arms around them. 

"It is alright my muse, you may hug me anytime you want~ My sweet, Stunning muse~," I tell them and I mean it~  This is a big step forward~ I will cherish this moment with, MY muse~ 

(Gyutaro, Upper Moon 6) (Hugging The Beast) 

(Gyutaro's POV) 

I hate how ugly I am, especially with my darling, (Name). How I know they do not want to touch and they want nothing to do with me! It pisses me off, they must think that they are better than me! That they are so superior to me. It makes me feel bitter, of course, I was not going to force them, at least not right now. I just wish that they wanted me. That they did not see me as an ugly beast. That they did not see me as disgusting. It pisses me off that they see me like THAT! 

"Gyutaro." They say and I twitch slightly as their voice reaches my ears. 

"What do you want, (Name)," I say to them looking at them. 

I hope that I did not look like I was sneering at them. I tend to look like I was sneering or scowling a lot. 

"I-" The starts but then suddenly hugged me and I froze. 

They... They are hugging me!?!  I was shocked as they held me in their arms and their next words shook me. "You are not a beast..." They said and continued to hug me before pulling away. 

They had a blush on their face and then they ran off. I was grinning like a fool for the rest of the day. 

(Daki, Upper Moon 6) (Beauty Bitch Hugs) 

Who the hell did they think they were? Not wanting to be with me! I am stunning I am so beautiful and they should be lucky to have me in their life! That is what I told myself. But I was not going to force them to touch me. I want them to love me because they love me. But for fuck sake! I do not know why they have not made a move yet. 

"Daki." I hear their voice and I look at them. "Can I sit with you?"  "Yes, you can, my sweet~," She says and they sit down next to me and I continue to do my makeup. 

I can feel them watching me even more and I speak again. 

"Is there something else you need?" I ask with a smile loving the attention that they are giving me~ 

"I-I was wondering if I could hug you..." They say trailing off and I turn to them. "If that is okay, you don't have to let me if you don't want me to!"  "Shut up, and hug me, (Name)." I tell them and they slowly hug me and burry their face into my chest~  I blush but I really do love it~ I love this and they better start hugging me more often! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[pinkacademic]

What worked for Me: Visual Learner

Hey girlies, I feel like I promised this ages ago, so I’m sorry for the delay! I’m a combination of the three learning styles, so I’m going to share some things that worked for me personally, starting off with Visual!

*Again, this is just worked for me! I hope it helps you, or at least sparks some ideas, but if it doesn’t, I hope you find what does!

Step One: Chicken-Scratch Notes. Just get all the information down, it doesn’t matter if it’s pretty yet. Personally, I suggest a two-page spread, where one half is just notes written down quickly, and then the other is where you make it organised.

Step Two: Pretty-ify Notes Pick apart what you’ve written, clearly re-write the key information. This is the part where you do pretty headers, use highlighters, and go wild. Make it clear, make it concise, make it pretty! You can also stop here if you're not into mindmaps!

Here, have something Visual!

Yup, that's what my handwriting looks like! As you can see, the left is the chicken scratch side, and the right is where I used my good pens, my pretty highlighters, and I made it actually possible to read it.

Step Three: Mindmap This is my favourite bit! This is how I condense my information. Now that I don’t have exams to study for, I still use SimpleMind+ on my iPad. But for studying purposes, I think the act of drawing it yourself adds to the process. Make it as clean or as cluttered as you like, but make sure its clear enough to read, but still attracts the eye. Colour-code.

I'm going to break this down a little. Ultimately, what you're doing is getting the Key information onto the page in a visual way. In the centre, we have the title- the theme of the mindmap; In the top left corner, I have a box using the same colour code that I used on the previous page. In the bottom left I have a series of tips:

balance eye-catching with clear information, use colours you want to look at, decorate!

use different shapes- boxes, circles, spikies, arrows, speech bubbles, this is a muffin, be creative. *You can theme your shapes and colours depending on your mindmap eg draw little red toadstools for your micology mindmap, or draw books for your quiz on the works of Dickens

Handwrite it- I think I've mentioned that I find that useful because it adds a muscle-memory, kinaesthetic element

Top right is just the breakdown of the steps again because there's only so many ways to fill the space, but also a reminder- theme your mindmap accordingly with eg swirls in blue and yellow for your mindmap on Van Gogh, or use fishies and oceanic colours for your marine biology exam. Centre-bottom right is the key Don't and how to fix it:

DON'T rewrite a whole essay in a small space- instead use key phrases that will prompt your memory for the essay

Hope you find this helpful! The other two styles are on their way today too x

[you-will-be-the-end-of-me]

FUN & GAMES

Tagged by the lovely @amity-infliction

Your name: Sabrina

Your star sign: Leo

Last thing you listened to:

What are you wearing: shorts, shirt and work boots

How tall are you: 5'7

Piercings: 10

Tattoos: 3

Glasses: nope

Last drink: matcha latte

Last thing I ate: blueberry muffin

Pets: a dog and some fishies

Do you have a crush on anyone: yess

Favorite fictional character: David from Schitt's Creek🤷‍♀️

A movie you think everyone should watch: The Grand Budapest Hotel💕

A book you think everyone should read: If you like thrillers/horror I recommend Watchers by Dean Koontz

Sorry again guys😂(and no pressure of course!💖) but I'm tagging @blakenstein @fleuriebunnie @akronosx @neckdeep--in--realfriends @tangled-grace @breadaddictedcuminhersnatch @dvrkreveries @burstxdecayed

[mrcspectr]

Had a different nurse for my infusion today who actually stuck me without bruising so life is good again and I think I'm gonna bake her muffins.

HOWEVER the old guy watching Rambo at full blast on his phone next to me is getting the tomatoes. He's gonna be sleeping wit da fishies by tomorrow, trust that.

[mr-imagin8ion]

Mixed Breeds comics 1997

If you have any trouble reading them, please follow the instructions in the list of comics from 1996.

In the story "If Cats Were Dogs", Bearl and Muffin switch species after eating each other's food.

In "Kitty Slickers", Muffin and Columbia and Nancy and several other cats go on a double date. In "To Teach a Mockingbird", the duo helps a mockingbird learn to speak for himself. And in "Something's Fishy", the duo gets to know their fish better when their owners turn the house into an aquarium.

In "Who Brained Roger Rabbit", the duo encounters a burrow of bunnies whose minds are all linked as a unit. (In my personal opinion, it's my first true Mixed Breeds masterpiece.)

In "What Winnie Wants", Bearl and Muffin have to outrun an especially lovey Winnie. In "Tree (Just a Little Bit Harder)", Bearl and Muffin turn into trees in their newest scheme to beat the squirrels. And in "Arti-Fitz-ful Intelligence", Fitz is employed at the Fatsnaaaxxx Deli.

In "All's Well That Ends In A Well", the duet rescues Postnie from a well.

In "Quacking Rooms", the duo makes an ugly duckling pretty. In "Garden Dog", Minnie grows a garden that becomes dependent on talking.

In "Farm Alarm", Fitz takes the pets to a farm, where they redo the rooster alarm system. In "The Maltese Crab", the duo encounters Mayor Baugo in a lobster tank and need to find a good enough reason to set him free.

In "Love Birdsh", Postnie falls in love with a parakeet. In "Security Blank", Muffin is merged with a blanket.

In "Dial M for Muffin", Muffin is an investigator when Bearl's chew toy disappears.

In "Trick or Dixie", Dixie takes the duet trick-or-treating. (Proper debut of Dixie.) In "The Trouble With Truffles", Bearl gets a modified nose to be a better truffle hound. In "The Waterbearl", Bearl becomes a sports team's mascot.

In "The Fog of Muffin", Muffin awakes in cat heaven and recruits Bearl to find what the deal is.

And in "The Gift of Something", Muffin gets Bearl the perfect Christmas gift (a gift card), but they have to spend it on something.

Original strips: January 1997, February 1997, March 1997, April 1997, May 1997, June 1997, July 1997, August 1997, September 1997, October 1997, November 1997, December 1997

[goofyrpmaniacs]

Cheshire: *looks at Muffin* Wait what?

Mu: I changed my mind…sure he was nice and all, but with him just comin’ to people’s houses and being extra nice was a little fishy. I’m not gonna go through with it.

[exquisitexagony]

A nod in agreement, picking up their own empty mug. They would definitely be having more tea as well. They were more than a little appreciative when Flynn offered a hand to help them off the floor. As much as they loved being on the floor--and probably slept on the floor more than their own bed--getting off of it was always a bit of a trap.

Gripping Flynn's hand firmly, xe carefully pulled xemselves up, taking xyr time to try and mitigate the sudden racing of xyr heart that would make xem feel light-headed and slightly nauseous. Xe swayed on xyr feet slightly, but managed to steady easily and held out a hand in a gesture that let the other know xe was fine, just needed a moment.

Finally, he moved off the blanket pile and towards the kitchen, rinsing his mug and getting the kettle ready. While the water heated up, they pulled open the pantry to find some snacks.

"What're we in the mood for? I got...cereal, mini muffins, oreos, a bag of Halloween candy, pocky sticks, uhhh..." A shrug. "There's definitely ice cream in the freezer...Oh, there's also these things." They held up a bag they seemed to contain some kind of savory snack, though the label was in Japanese. "They're like...salty, fishy...Er, don't know what's in 'em--but they're real good! There's also pickles in the fridge and like fries I could heat up real quick. Cookies, honey sticks, pizzelles..." He glanced back at the other, indifferent. "What do you want? Oh, you don't have any allergies do you?"

"Some fresh tea would be amazing." Flynn says to the floor, enjoying the feeling of the other's fingers in his hair. It had been a while since he'd cuddled up to anyone - or done more than a quick hug, really. But his pod used to lay all over each other all the time, and if Sam would let him, Flynn was more than ready to do the same.

At the small nudge from Sam's knee, Flynn rises, stretching his arms above his head. "A couch nest sounds great." Leaning down, he offers a hand to help Sam up. After all, he would need the other to move to be able to put all of the pillows and blankets back on the couch and arrange the nest.

"I don't mind if you fall asleep. I might as well. Besides, isn't that what couch nests are for?"

The relief he was expecting to feel in the immediate aftermath of his condition was starting to set in now, a lightening in his chest that he'd been missing. Partially, he thinks a lot of it is because of Sam, because the other has taken everything he said completely in stride. Flynn truly was lucky to have a friend like him.

"Oh? Snacks as well? Hell yeah dude."

[nabesima]

That’s it that’s my peak humor abilities.

[l3v14th4nscxmslxt]

The Brothers Pet Names for their Boyfriend~

Ft: male mc with he/him pronouns if mentions

fem aligned Dni xoxo

Genre: fluff, some suggestive(nsfw)/derogatory terms (specifically for Asmo and Belphie) it’s affectionate I promise…

Lucifer

What he calls you: Dear, Love, My love, handsome, my dear

In private: Price, My Prince, sweetheart

What you call him: Luci, luv, luc

Mammon

What he calls you: Baby boy, babe, baby, my boy

In Private: Pretty boy, treasure,Handsome

What you call him: Hottie, bitch,Hot stuff GSKBSJ, Mams, Mammoney, idiot(affectionate), baby, babe, priceless :)

Leviathan

What he calls you: (doesn’t rlly use pet names in public but will use “normie” as one )

In private: Player two,my normie

What you call him: lev, levi, leviachan, cutie, fishy(I think it’s rlly funny…) baby boy, my bitch <3

Satan

What he calls you: Handsome, Love, sweetheart, Darling,

In Private: kitten 💀(I’m sorry), baby, babe, Pet✨💀, Doll

What you call him: Baby, Hun, Sweetheart

Asmodeus

What he calls you: Hot stuff, Handsome, Baby boy, My man, Whore(affectionate), Luv, baby, my dear, darling, cutie, Pretty boy, my sweet, Boytoy ❤️, sexy, MC baby, Sweetie, Manwhore👍, Doll

In private: My love, My precious boy, my dear MC, Pretty,

What you call him: Az, Asmo, Pretty, Pretty boy, Cutie, slut<3, Whore,Perfect, baby boy, Asmo baby, luv, bitch

Beelzebub

What he calls you: Honey, Sweetie, Cupcake💀, My sweet, Baby boy (I’m a wh*re for this pet name I’m sorry it’s so GSKSHJA it has me running laps <33…)

In private: probably the same ones he isn’t shy abt calling you anything rlly but probably Muffin I think it’s cute but embarrassing so it would be said in private, My world ❤️

What you call him: Baby, Beel, Babe, Sweetie, Baby boy, Cutie

Belphewhore:

What he calls you: Whore, idiot, Starlight <3, Baby boy (HUSH I WONT STOP PUTTING THIS ONE IN ITS SO<33) gremlin/hj, handsome, hunk, bitch, my bitch, baby

In private: little lamb, lamb, boy toy, My world, slut, pretty

What you call him: baby, belph,Belphie, bitch, my bitch, cunt, needy bitch, also calls him starlight, cutie, pretty

Requests are gonna be open soon! Reposts appreciated<33 hope you enjoyed :))

[deliverred]

As Lukas unpacked the things he'd bought and set them within reach of the boy for easy snacking, he takes the area in. If one can ignore the smell of fish and bait nearby, it really is a nice spot. The gentle sound of the water, the distant hawking of the marketplace, the lazy and inconsistent calls of the cats that have made this place their home.

It seemed like a good place to come and think, when it wasn't busy.

He watched Matthias lure over an especially lazy orange cat, the feline not bothering to stand for its fishy treat as it simply rolled over until it could reach out with a claw to nab it. Shaking his head in amusement, Lukas popped a handful of blueberries into his mouth before sliding a warm, dense muffin closer to the boy.

"So long as no fights break out for the fish, I think so as well--" he stops a bit short when he feels something slip underneath his arm and into his lap, relaxing when he realizes it's just another cat. This one is clearly more curious than the other, nosing around for something it can eat as it balances on his legs; Lukas can feel the sharp little pinpricks of its claws, but lets it do as it pleases.

As the morning marched on, it warmed up rather comfortably, and all around their makeshift picnic different cats eventually came to laze or eat with them. There'd been a hiss or two, but these cats really were some kind of spoiled, and disagreements were easily smoothed over with a little morsel of something or a good rub behind the ears.

Perhaps it had been the sudden wake up so early in the morning, or the spar, but Lukas found himself feeling as dozy as Matthias had sounded on their walk.

pawns, knights, and kittens galore || anni 2024 any +1

[muffindaddystyles]

Y/N is jealous of Harry’s new date, and the realisation took years to rain down upon her and Harry.

warning: sad jealous angst, mentions of fever, screaming and crying, heartbreak inspired from Taylor Swifts “All too Well”.

..

The dewy glow of Luna melts into her skin, twirls into tight notches upon her heart ever radiant than the beat of the small organ stitched into her chest as she watches the shadow of two figures dancing in the big window of Harry’s house. She reminisces the times they’d do the karaoke nights in their silly loose pyjamas and jam around his house like wild geese in the middle of night; he’d stuff his nose with popcorns to entertain her and had the goofiest smile etched across that clean beautiful face of his upon dragging out a laughter from his bestfriend.

His bestfriend. His ride or die. His cuddle stuffie. His partner in crime. His proud person. His soulmate. His Y/N.

Harry’s a firm believer of, “Your soulmate could be anyone. It doesn’t have to be your significant other always. For me it’s you Soapie.” He told Y/N when they were 19. On the rooftop of his mother’s house when they smoked a joint for the first time in their life. The clank of hollow bright red bricks was all it was heard as Y/N was about to trip from the slope of roof from the surprise itself and had their asses busted. Anne grounded both of them in one house which meant more of a disaster than anything else.

Her chapped lips whisks up into a smile as her glazed upon eyes reflects with the ghost of memories walking near her with every second of music getting louder and their giggles getting merrier.

It was that call. On her yellow coloured telephone. Wednesday, 12 A.M. End of the June. The violet swirl of clouds danced chaotically in the sky.

“Y/N what’s your favourite place to go out on a date to?” He asked, “What? Why? Our usual, why?” Her confused sleepy voice alerting her brain about the fishy-ness of the moment.

“Do you prefer me in suits or comfy clothes?” That made her stomach all squirmy. Tickles of an emotion unknown to her made her all giggly and shy. a school girl getting asked out on a date to her favourite Arcadian by her hot-shot crush.

“Comfy…, now tell me what’s it?” She all but smiles bashfully taking quaint deep breathers to prep herself for what’s about to come next.

She could hear his grin from the other side of phone, her supple fingertips scratching the yellow plastic cord of the phone in anticipation and her bottom rosy lip bounces from matching his grin.

“It’s a date–“ He sputters out and she cuts him off excitedly in true Y/N fashion,, “You’re asking me out on a date!?“

Those were never dates. They used to hangout for hours and hours more like practically living with each other and never without each-other but not dates.

You can call it whatever friends want to call it.

“Oi. I took you out on enough dates. This’s with the girl Florence introduced me to––“ She cut him off again, “…but you never told those were dates…” Sad pout pillowing atop her mouth, her brows meeting in a bewildered frown and her grip around the nip of her sleeping maxi looses from where she was holding it atop her thigh out of sheer excitement.

“Is she prettier than me?” Her eyelashes wets. How pathetic of her. She thought. From where these feelings of eerie jealousy and envy’s coming from? He has dated many girls before, but why now? Was it because he asked for her opinion that she figured it out he’s serious about whoever this person is? Or was that she’s entirely so in love and now raw to her feelings than before?

She can’t explain it at all.

Harsh slam of plastic against plastic echoed into her room as she put the end to the call and the concerned, “Y/N are you okay muffin?” rusted between the poor connection was all she heard in his caramelised soothing voice.

Today after two days of that heartbreaking call. Y/N walked to his house to show him that him going out with other people doesn’t effect her, she’ll be the same Y/N for him she was previously .

If it couldn’t be more painstaking before it’s now as she watched them in his house. Her hands shakes holding a container of glazed warm cinnamon rolls Harry loves to eat and her feeble cry weaves away along with the cold gust of wind as the first droplet of summer rain falls and dribbles down her neck making her numb to any kind of feeling rather than getting out squeasy airy laughs out of her.

The rain pours down at her infuriatingly, humming down the loud shaking sobs that suffocated her chest making her feel like a small cricket being drowned into a muddy splash while it’s in search of its home. The container of cinnamon rolls falls at Harry’s doorstep. the music halts to nothingness as the thunder roared against his windows and Y/N squeaks running back in the heavy rain from where she came from.

..

When Harry opens the door. His chest echoes with a sharp sound of a m drag, that of a knife stabbed in between two ripples of his rib-bones. A fallen container never seemed more sad than a fallen star and he looks over his shoulder to see the girl sleeping on his couch, a red scarf that of Y/N wrapped around her neck and a rush of guilt oozes in every of his pore. The urge to ask for it back politely surges inside him and the realisation settles deep inside the pit of his stomach.

He needs to see, Y/N.

..

On the other hand Y/N’s sneezing like a weasel train. High on fever as she caught cold. Trying to make a soup with a broken heart. The heart shaped note of a how to make a berry cake scribbled in Harry’s writing makes her paralysed in her spot, eyes wide awake with pools of sadness in them and the round plate in her hold falls and shatters against the floor as if the moon got split into two halves revealing a sky that of blankness.

His sweet disposition. His sweet care. His heart always making a home for her. All gone leaving Y/N alone.

She never thought she’d be here at 3 A.M curled into a ball feeling small on her kitchens yellow floor and the recall of memories eating her whole.

Clothes still soggy. Hair sticking to her neck. Body stinging against the coolness of tiles as she stares the the slight of refrigerator finding the blue light horrible and vexing to her core.

She screams. Shrieks practically like a sour bratty kid with her aching throat only to gasp into quit when her flats door clicks shut, accompanied by a worried booming voice of him.

“Y/N!? Soapie??” He rushes to her. On his knees in just seconds infront of her and his intestines pulls into itself when he sees the paleness on her, the dead glimpse of her eyes.

“Y/N – are you okay? I’m askin’ you–“ He bends over her to meet her stoic gaze, slithering his strong arm under her neck to sit her up and curses out loud in vexation when he finds her burning, “Fo’ fucks sake are you fuckin’ mad?” He scolds her, gasping in surprise when his knuckles brushes up her cold soggy dress.

His jaw falls apart. Arms in air. When her clothes made a smacking noise against his fully dried ones. Her elbows nurses around his throat as she pulls him down into herself, her cries fusing behind the sweet spot of his ear.

“Hey baby. Shhhh it’s okay yeah…?” He croons. Petting her wet hair lovingly and soothingly. Scooting her caringly into his lap and hugs her back, ever so tightly and warmly. No space for even a string to let through.

“I love you Harry. I’m so sorry. I love you.” In that moment every ounce of air sucks out of his lungs and all that’s left is the jelly softness of affection for his Soapie.

“S’okie if you don’t love me back– but b–…” She hiccups gasping a saccharine yelp as a red scarf muffles around her shoulders and she’s pulled close to his face where he could admire her as much as he wants.

“Couldn't you have said it before you silly?” He giggles. His thumb caressing her bottom swelled up lip and he doesn’t leave her to answer, levelling her head high that of his Queen and flowers his mouth against hers in an endearing kiss full of love.

“Oh me Soapie. You dunno how much I prayed to ‘ave you as my soulmate forever.” He confesses into the kiss and that just makes Y/N cry more.

There’s still so much to unfold. So many feelings, hurt, love and buried emotions of years but one thing’s sure that;

The pretty spotted Luna is evident of their loving confessions.

[zephyr-together]

recently Buck found out that I was being called muffin (by Kiki) and asked if he could call me muffin too, then I talked to Bianca too immediately after and the same happened...in hasn’t spread since then but in a way I kinda want it to..

[pascalpanic]

Drunk Words (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts part one of two

Summary: Frankie’s drunk off his ass and needs a ride home. PART ONE of a two part Frankie fic

W/C: 2.7k+

Warnings: language, copious amounts of alcohol, Frankie is absolutely shitfaced

A/N: THANK U TO MY BABE @sanchosammy for this idea!!! I love it so much I fuckin LOVE my baby frankie

As you roll over in bed, you groan. You’ve been up for about 20 minutes now, unable to return to the blissful sleep that had been enveloping you before. The time on your watch now reads 3:07. You frown and grab your phone, lying on your side. The light is bright enough to make you squint, and you smile at the text thread you’ve received from Frankie tonight.

The man brings nothing but happiness to your life. You really do love Frankie, not just platonically. You want to hold his big and strong hands, want to lift up his ball cap and kiss him on the forehead, want to fluff the hat hair he always gets from that Standard Oil cap. More than anything, you want to softly kiss that little patch in his beard. It’s just existing there, perfectly clean even when he’s almost at a full beard. His tough fingers scratch it and you giggle, looking away when he asks what’s so funny. Nothing, Fish, you immediately reply. Fishie, if you’re feeling a little more flirtatious.

Frankie might be feeling the same, you’ve noticed lately. He’s a little more touchy with you. He hugs you longer than the other men, makes you dance with him when a good song comes on. He lets it happen when you steal his ball cap and wear it, where he’d scold and smack any of the other men for it. He lends you his flannel when you’re cold, wrapping it gingerly around your shoulders.

It’s been a long time that you’ve been friends now. Just recently, you’ve come to appreciate him differently. The way he hugs you warms your heart still, but it makes your heart race and your hands sweat. It makes you want to lift your face from where it rests in his neck and kiss him softly, your fingers working into that little bald patch on his jaw.

Even now, as he’s clearly drunk, you adore him. How can you not?

Frankie 🚁: attachment: one image

You open the photo and laugh. It’s a blurry selfie of Frankie, an arm draped over Santiago’s shoulders. The two men make faces like they’re going to bite the other, and it makes you chuckle aloud. You can see his fluffy curls peeking out from beneath the cap, and you desperately want to play with them. The image is blurry, showing that it must’ve been moving while he took it.

Frankie 🚁: missing u tonight, Santiago says he doesn’t like me when you’re not around

Frankie 🚁: holy fuck their new beer is really good, you gotta try it soon

Frankie 🚁: lol I fuckin love the nachos here

Frankie 🚁: snati is so annoying, pls get him away from me

Frankie 🚁: u r probably sleep sorry :((((

Frankie 🚁: can we got o a zoo soon?? I wanna see animals 🦫🐈🐕‍🦺🦡

You laugh out loud at the words, at Frankie’s terrible typing. He must be shitfaced. He’s hilarious when he’s drunk.

The last text was only four minutes ago.

Me: Alright, Fishie. Stop drinking and eat something. No more beer.

Frankie 🚁: ha I’m drinking that Coffey shit… Kalua?? isk but it’s so gooood

Your phone rings, filling the screen with your profile picture of Frankie. It’s a photo of him smiling, his dimple evident. Your cheek is pressed to his, grinning just as wide. God, he’s so fucking cute. You love him so much.

You take a second and stare at the photo before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dragging the word out long and slow. “S’a shame you weren’t here, Will’s been buying all night.” His words are slurred and woozy. You can hear the roar of the bar behind him.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re shitfaced,” you laugh into the phone.

“Precisely,” he slurs, a smile clear in his voice. “I can’t drive.”

“I’m glad you realize that. What do you want me to do about that? I can have an Uber coming your way in ten minutes.”

“Will you pick me up?” He asks, his voice like a child’s. “Fuckin’ Ubers cost money, ‘n I just wanna see your pretty face.”

“Frankie,” you warn but feel your body warm at the notion.

“You got a cute little nose,” he laughs. “Just wanna boop it. Can I boop it? Just go… boop, boop boop. Right on the nose.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You’re so fucking lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Thank you,” he practically sings. “See you then. Mwah.”

You throw on a hoodie and walk to your car, not caring to cover up your patterned flannel shorts that you sleep in. Your hair is messy, you don’t have makeup on, you don’t really give a shit. It’s Frankie.

Once you reach the bar, you shoot him a text, and the four men stumble outside. “Yo!” Benny calls and rushes over to you. It’s clear his normal balance has left his body for the night, his body a little wobbly. He’s an excited drunk. He slams on your window until you lower it. “Hey, you missed out on a good time,” he grins. His words blur together too.

Frankie follows behind him, an arm thrown across him. He’s still got a little balance. “Missed you so much, cariño. Santi’s being an ass.”

You look up at Will. “These fuckers need a ride too?” He’s the responsible one of the men, even when intoxicated.

He shakes his head. “Got an Uber coming. They’re staying at my place tonight.”

Frankie puts a hand on the car to steady himself. “Knew you’d come. Pretty girl always comes through for me, even at 3 A.M., thank you,” he slurs happily, his eyes half open.

Santiago leans against your car. “Hey gorgeous. We missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get the grizzly bear in the car.”

Frankie laughs at the words. “Ooh, I like that. Big and fluffy but murderous.”

“I’m about to get murderous if you don’t get in the car right now, Francisco Morales.”

“Oh, snap!”

“Shit, man.”

Benny gives a whistle. The men all make noises in commentary and laugh, Will opening the door. Frankie flops down inside. Benny ensures that all of his limbs have made it in and shuts the door. “Don’t party too hard with him tonight,” Santiago calls and you roll your eyes.

The two of you drive off and out of the bar parking lot.

“Hey, Fish,” you say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Buckle up. I’m not getting in trouble for your dumb ass.”

“You always do, though,” he mumbles and tilts his head to look at you. “You’re so good to me.”

“I’m a fucking saint,” you sigh sarcastically. “Seriously, buckle up. If you can’t do it yourself, we’re going to the ER for alcohol poisoning.”

“No,” he whines and pouts at you. “Just wanna be close to you. Wanna just…” he trails off and rests his head against your shoulder. “Mm. There. Your skin is so soft.”

“That’s my hoodie, Frankie.”

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, the scent clicking in his addled brain. “No, that’s my hoodie.”

He’s right, you realize. You grabbed a random sweatshirt and pulled it on before leaving. You’re the one who’s always cold at gatherings, leaving Frankie to share one of his many layers with you. You smile a bit. “It’s comfy.”

“I like it better on you. I really like you in my clothes, you know that? Wear them way better than I can. You just look so cute and so little.”

“Frankie, I’m 5’9,” you refute and glare down at him, where he looks up at you with puppy-dog mocha-colored eyes.

“Just look so small in ‘em. I’m like 6’0, you know that.”

“I do know that, Francisco. You remind us all the time,” you laugh, removing his ball cap and tossing it into his lap. “Still shorter than Benny. Get that hat off and I think you’re shorter than Santi.”

“I’m taller than him,” Frankie whines at the reminder. “How come Benny’s the baby and he’s so tall? He’s like a fuckin’ giraffe up there, can never see his stupid face,” he pouts.

“He’s too tall for comfortable hugs,” you nod in agreement. “And Santi is too short. And Will is too fucking awkward,” you laugh. You purposely leave out the bit about how perfect hugs from Frankie are, how much you dream about them and crave them.

His dark brows furrow as he looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Wha’bout me?”

The car stops for a moment as a light in front of you turns red. You smile down at him and push his messy curls from his forehead. “I like hugging you. You’re comfy.”

“Ha, grizzly bear hugs,” he slurs. “Y’should call me that more often. I like it when you call me things the boys don’t. Makes me feel tingly,” he laughs, lovestruck as he looks up at you.

“Tingly?”

“Yeah, like when they put the meds in before they steal your teeth.”

“Steal your teeth?” You laugh loudly, toying with one of the curls. “Do you mean get a tooth removed?”

“Same thing. I don’t like it when they do it then. I like it when you call me stuff though. Fishie makes me laugh and feel happy.”

“Oh yeah?” God, he’s so fucking precious. He looks at you like a puppy stares at their owner, pure and unadulterated love radiating from them. “I’ll need to call you Fishie more often then.”

It’s quiet for a while. Frankie’s head still rests against your shoulder. He can feel all of the tiny muscles move as you steer and navigate the car. He likes the way they move, making his drunken head even more floaty. After a few moments, he shifts to lean against the car door, just watching you.

The music drifting from the radio is soft and quiet. You almost think Frankie’s fallen asleep, since he’s so quiet, but you look over and see him gazing over at you. “Penny for your thoughts, Fish.”

You’re expecting something stupid. Frankie is quite the philosopher when he’s drunk, always asking odd rhetorical questions. ‘Is a muffin an unfrosted cupcake?’ has always been a favorite of his. He’s never quite made up his mind about it, waxing poetic about the difference in the two baked goods.

He always says something stupid, but this time, his sober thoughts become his drunken words. “You’re the most absolute prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiles at you, those pink lips curled into a soft smile. It shows off his dimple, and you want to scream from how cute he looks. One of his big hands reaches over and cups your face.

“You’re drunk,” you shake your head, looking back at the road. “Don’t be stupid.”

“No, I mean yeah. Kinda drunk and really stupid, ha, but I mean it. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, cariño.” The backs of his fingers trace across the side of your face, resting on the side of your neck now.

You look down at yourself, still skeptical. “No, I know what you’re gonna say,” he pouts, beating you to the punch. “You’re in your pajamas and your hair is all messy ‘n whatever, but you’re so pretty. Your face is so cute. I love your nose. Just wanna…” he leans over and makes good on his promise for earlier. “Boop,” he coos as he pokes the tip of your nose, smiling wide. “You’re so cute. The guys make fun’a me because I never shut up about it.”

“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“Yeah. Santi says I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, sitting back against the car window.

You gulp as you force yourself to grip the steering wheel harder, staring at the white dashes separating the two-lane road. “Yeah? What do you have to say on the matter?”

“I’m kinda thinkin’ he might be right.” His voice is small and quiet.

You shake your head again, eyes watering from the honesty. There’s no way he can think that. He’s shitfaced. He doesn’t mean it, there’s no way. He’s never been more than a friend, done anything to indicate romance.

Or… maybe he has, you reflect. He pays for your drinks most nights. He’ll order something you want and share it with you. He’s always a little touchier than he is with the boys. “You don’t mean that,” you say quietly, swallowing hard.

Whatever common sense he has left tells him to be quiet, so he does. He sits there silently for the rest of the drive, the tension palpable between the two of you. When you finally reach his house and park, you hold your breath. You don’t know what to do, what to say, but you can’t just let him go inside without saying anything. He sits up a little straighter as he realizes he’s come to a stop.

You bite your lip and look over at him. “I should help you inside.”

He nods and you turn off the car, putting the key in the pocket of your hoodie. You get out and walk to Frankie’s side, opening his door. He reaches his arms out to you and you chuckle a little. He looks like a helpless little child.

“Alright, grizzly bear,” you grunt as he swings his feet out and you help lift him to his feet. His arms cling to you tight until he’s standing up.

“Thanks,” he murmurs and wraps an arm around your shoulder when he’s upright.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.

Using you as a crutch, he walks alongside you and into his house. He fumbles with the key until you open it for him, then lock it behind you. He leads the way to his room, opening the door and sighing as he sees his bed.

“Not yet,” you say as he tries to get to the bed. “Come on.” You pull his flannel off, leaving him in the t-shirt underneath. “Okay, go on.” He flops down onto his bed with a happy noise. Once he’s down, you unlace his boots and pull them off, then his socks.

Standing at his side, you undo his belt. “Woah,” he laughs. “‘M way too drunk for that, pretty girl. Kinda wanna though.”

“Shut the fuck up, Fish,” you laugh and thread it through the loops, tossing it aside. “I’m getting your clothes off so you can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighs, giggling drunkenly as you pull his pants off. “Kinda feels like we’re gonna fuck.”

“Maybe another time,” you tease and pull the covers over him. Pushing his curls from his face, you softly kiss his cheek. “Call me when you’re sober, okay?”

He frowns and grabs the hand on his face with both of his rough palms. “Don’t leave me,” he pouts.

“Frankie,” you sigh and look at your watch. “It’s 3:35 in the goddamn morning.”

“Then stay the night,” he begs. “You said you like hugging me. I want you to hug me all night long,” he sighs, kissing your fingertips. You smile softly. It’s a good offer, you have to admit. He makes it even harder to say no. “I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here when I wake up.”

“Lots of things can happen while you’re asleep, Fishie. I can-”

“Mm, Fishie,” he says with a smile, his eyes fluttering closed. “Come snuggle with me, pretty girl.”

You sigh as you look at the man. It’s not like you haven’t spent time pressed into his side, watching a sports game or a movie. You and Frankie are affectionate friends. He looks so warm and inviting, his body radiating heat. “Fine,” you give in. “Only because I’m cold.”

“Not ‘cause you like me too?” he asks and rolls over, leaving room for you.

“We can discuss that when you’re sober.” The spot he laid is warm and cozy, his body heat making it perfect for you. You slide under the covers next to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Frankie presses a sloppy kiss to your head, smiling. You can hear his slow and steady heartbeat. “G’night cariño,” he mumbles, lips still buried in your hair.

“Goodnight, Frankie,” you whisper.

He falls asleep almost instantly, and you’re close behind him. You’ve never been more at peace than when you fall asleep in Frankie Morales’s arms.

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read part two: SOBER THOUGHTS

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