#a bit of a jumble and mumbly nonsense

[newkatzkafe2023]

Monkeys responses to this conversation:

(Y/n): I can take you in full demon mode. 😌

Monkey: You're not beating me in a fight while in full demon mode. 🤨

(Y/n): I didn't mean a fight. 😏

Monkey: ...*processing* .........*realization*...Oh. 😳

SHOUT OUT TO @szynkaaa 🥳🤯😳

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh his brain crashed with a Deep blush on his face, like he was not expecting this. He would be making a bunch of jumbled nonsensical excuses, as his mind races way faster then it ever did. He's embarrassed and turned on and he blames you😣

(HIB Wukong) His face and whole body was red like, holy crap you had to be messing with him. Then again you always were a little bit freaky especially when you first met him, and would chirp and cat called him from a distance. So he guess you were always freaky but never like this he's scaroused now😦

(NR Wukong) He was down bad and blushing hard, with both heart eyes and drooling a lot. You always know what button to push every time, so you wanna play that game?? Bring it onnnnnnn🤤

(MKR Wukong) JAW DROPPED😲 He is malfunctioning so much and so bad, like you can differently hear buffering sounds from him. His face was red and shocked at your words and wonders what else you would try on him, and why does he feel it's gonna involve a lot of rope?😳

(Netflix Wukong) He has a huge blush but also has a look of fear on him, too. Seriously, you had said some pretty other there stuff before, especially when flirting with him, but this was different😳 he would giggle and mumble nervously as he followed you to the bedroom.

(BMW Wukong) He had a light blush, and for once, he was speechless. At first, he was confused, like why would you fight him in that state, i mean, you do have your own, but for God's sake. Then he realized just exactly what you mean, now he's excited, blushing, and actually frightened by your declaration.

(Destined one)....................😳😳😳😳😳😳 he may have passed out from what your said. He had to sit and drink ice water to calm down the blush from the other incredibly dirty thoughts he was currently having. Your confidence and blunt lust was doing things to him, and he doesn't know if he likes it.

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[plutopitou]

◇ broken record

bakugou katsuki x reader

drabble smutty smut smut - debaucherous content - super hot ngl my stomach fluttered writing it

I like to imagine you wake up from a wet dream to your boyfriend thrusting his three large fingers into your soaking pussy till it squelches loud enough to awaken you from your sleep.

Your jaw in a secure grip in his hands, locking you in so you don’t look away from what he deems most important.

“Ah~ Katsuki-“ Your words are jumbled into a piled up mess, mumbling nonsense as you can barely open your eyes from the abrupt pleasure. All your senses focused on the fluttering sensation of your pussy that caused your sudden awakening.

“Look at you, baby.. can’t even look at me, can you?” He moves his hand to caress the plumpness of your swollen lips from the heat of your face. “Fuck, just look at you.. let me see your mouth sweetheart- c’mon open it up for me.” He whispers tauntingly.

All you could muster up were small whimpers escaping the small gape in your mouth, tiny gasps of noise that only seemed to get harsher the faster he plunged his fingers in you like he’s trying to beat a record.

Katsuki sighs in eagerness, squeezing the sides of your mouth, shutting up your mumbles and forcing the hot depths of your mouth to be wide for him. Little moans push out your throat, feeling the tip of his fingers pry around your lips. “You wanna make me proud? Stick out your tongue for me, pretty girl, show me how much you want me.”

The last bits of your consciousness let you display your tongue for him- no shame riddled down your body, just pure lust like dazzling hearts in your eyes as he peers back to yours.

Oh, how much you just looked like a wanting whore, he wanted to fuck your mouth like one.

Your eyes are shut feeling his spit drip down to the tip of your tongue- pure debaucherous indulgence let him do these things to you. How you let the string of spit fall all the way down and took it without any protest. The way you couldn’t sit up if you wanted to. How he has you pinned down just by his sheer dominant aptitude, and how you felt ravished in pleasure with your head snuggled deep into the soft pillow.

Could you even compute how you already squirted on his wrist- gasping as your fluids dip down to soak your freshly washed sheets- your body writhing up against his cock at the over stimulation. His slight smile compliments his teasing laugh of disbelief.

There wasn’t a smart thought behind your sweet eyes, just immodesty as you continously lowly moan, “more, I want more..” like a broken record.

[fairykazu]

WHEN THE SUN DIVES FT. KAZUHA ! content // commitment issues, (seemingly) unrequited, open ending, fem! reader, no beta read, implied confession, situationship, wrong implications on poker (i only know the game from casino royale 2006) <(＿　＿)>, one kys joke at the end notes // this is a oneshot there wont be a part two. divider is made by @cafekitsune. masterlist

although, kazuha was the one who did wander into places, appreciate their beauty but couldn't commit to living in one place since there was so much to see, you were the one who couldn't commit to a person.

well, he couldn't blame that on you. he couldn't either and that's what you two bonded over. that was until kazuha caught feelings for you, he hates to admit it because the reason why isn't romantic if he wanted to tell you his real feelings towards you.

it was because of the way you complimented his work. not as if it's just an art piece but as if it was life itself. just by thinking about it, he could feel his face flush at the thought of you. he stared at his popcorn ceiling blankly. maybe, it's too early to think over his feelings for you. it's what?

three am? but this time is when you usually text him or call him. twelve am or four am, it doesn't matter. as long as he could hear your voice or feel like he's near you, physically or virtually.

he waited a little bit, waiting for your ringtone. after a while, no ringtone was ringing through his room. he rolled on his side, it's time to go back to sleep.

ding!

quickly, he rolled to the other side of the bed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. the blue light illuminated his face, burning his eyes a little.

[notification +1: thecoolestartie has liked a video you reposted]

"i really have to turn off that notification off of tiktok." he mumbled, clicking off his phone. he deflated, degrading himself for believing the routine the both of you had.

no shit, name wouldn't have the same routine. maybe she's talking to that guy again.

he groaned as he buried his face into his pillow. he peeked at his phone again just to check the time, totally not to see you or anything.

still nothing.

unless??? he checked again just in case.

nothing.

.

oh god, what did you do to him? he dug himself into his bed, maybe this would his grave when he died out of embarrassment, while digging himself his own deathbed, his phone fell from the mattress.

it vibrated,

ding!

despite his efforts to stop himself from reaching over his bed and ignore the notification, his hand found his phone, loosing his balance when he saw the notification.

[ name <3: wanna call?]

he fell off his bed, frantically unlocking his phone. typing out words that only ended up look like a bunch of jumble mumbos.

[kazuha: yeaysh but lemt me get my headphowns] [kazuha: you got what i mean right?]

[name <3: yes dw lmao] [name <3: waiting for you (◠‿◠)]

✦ ͏͏ ⸺͏͏ dialing name <3... ⊹ ˙ .

"kazuha, hello?" you said. your voice sounds as warm as ever. kazuha wished that he could create a ball of yarn from it, giving him eternal warmth. he didn't notice that you've been calling his name for at least four times.

"kazuha?"

"yes, sorry. i was thinking about what to write for a new thing." he said, making up something to sound believable. he realized afterwards that it sounded completely like utter nonsense, complete word vomit.

he knew that you didn't believe him but regardless, you've changed the subject. "i was thinking about taking you on a date."

kazuha's eyes widened, his voice cracking, "what?" he winced at the sound of it.

you added afterwards, "y'know, a platonic one." oh, of course, you did that for a reaction bait. "the new aquarium that opened in watatsumi island." he chuckled mostly out of embarrassment,

"oh, right, of course, i'd go." he could hear you laugh, imagining the smile that always made it to his daydreams of finally being yours.

"is that all you have to tell me?" kazuha asked. although it's stupid to hold onto to something that doesn't a guaranteed ending, he couldn't help but to abandon his old ways of thinking and hope that you wanted to tell him to be more than friends.

silence filled the call, only the ambience of cars in the background from the call.

"um..." hearing you be nervous sounded out of character for you, he was confused. did he hit a nerve?

"yeah?"

silence again.

"i think i..." you trailed off. you began to mumble but kazuha couldn't hear you.

needing you to clarify, "you?"

"i think i like..."

what a cliffhanger! you trailed off again and kazuha is hoping that this one wouldn't be another reason to have a reaction bait. between you two, this game was like poker. if he's right on the dot, he's shoving all his chips in the middle.

"to make the date on the day after tomorrow."

✦ ͏͏ ⸺͏͏ [kazuha kaedehara lost to name...] [official scores: kazuha: 99 ... name: 150]

"okay." kazuha hoped that his voice didn't give away his emotions. "goodnight?"

please say goodnight back. he just wants to wallow in his pain.

"um, i want to stay on call with you, is that okay?" you asked. shit.

his heart spoke before his brain could stop it, "always. it's always okay if its you."

he heard you exhale a laugh quietly, "thank you, kazuha."

"anytime."

[bonus:]

[name: childe i need you to stop infleuncing me to confess to him at night. i dont think he even likes me like that.] [tart: trust me, he does. you should ask him out and then confess or confess in the call. thats so romantic.] [name: if this goes wrong, im blaming you.] [tart: you only have yourself to blame cuz u overthink too much LMAO] [name: KYS]

[creepedverse]

How would you guys describe the group's voice? Like how would they sound like when they're talking???

Nico has canon voice and singing lines! She's getting a separate post for them once they've all been finalized, but for now there’s a sneak peak at the bottom of the post! She has a calm, almost derisive inflection. A west coastern lilt. Her voice is soft, with a slight rasp. Her register when she sings varies.

Dia is a mix of a handful of characters. Kiriari Momobami from kageguri, Lust from FMA, and a little bit of Kitty Cheshire from EAH

Shannon is a mix of Amity Blight from The Owl House and Luna from Final Fantasy 15. For a singing voice I always assigned her the YouTube Cover Artist Lizz Robinett.

Bonnie age 10-15 sounds like Flame Princess and 16-present sounds like Maya Hawke! She talks very quickly and stammers a bit. Her voice is usually deeper with men and higher with girls, like she’s trying to fit in

Arthur has a slightly high pitched voice for a guy! He is soft spoken, a waver in his voice out of anxiety when speaking to other people. His voice is very soothing though! He speaks pretty articulately, pronouncing some words differently from the locals in Farnbury since he’s from the north east/New England area! Arthur’s voice is warm and bright! Maybe kinda like Yuuki Mishima from Persona 5, but a tad more high pitched? That’s the closest I’ve got!

tommie rarely talks. he's virtually mute, save for the once-in-a-blue-moon one or at most two-word answers. when he does speak, it's in a low pitched monotone, more raspy than smooth due to the car accident. the words themselves can be nonsensical, mumbled lowly, or hard to understand.

Tali sounds like Jane from Breaking Bad / Jessica Jones but a bit lower, more mature. "Low, dead, like fog, or smoke. Honeyed, clear, hostile."

Tobins voice is low, slurred/jumbled words, nasly, a bit flat. He usually wears a muzzle-type mask that muffles his words a bit. His speech style is hostile, slang/informal, simple.

These are some canon voice clips for Nico and Tobin!

[laugtherhyena]

Playlist listened to while writing; https://spotify.link/WzxvdTKBCJb

Holy shit dude, the ceo of rei angst wrote some rei angst what the HELL!! We have to kill her guys she cant keep getting away with this.

Anyways im gonna be writing about a lot of these nerds. I just love rei. This is really rushed and I am really sleepy so it is not my best writing.

Also i cannot write teruya so you will habe to ppppUT UP WITH IT.

Warnings for like. Violence and my attempt at writing a breakdown.

-

Rei held the rusty pipe like a baseball bat, swinging for a homerun as she smacked off the head of someone she once knew. Someone who had abandoned her long ago.

The rotting head of what used to be her mother rolled on the ground, sickly green skin squishing against the ground and stared up at her with lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t want to see you again like this,” Rei hissed as her chest heaved, “i wanted to see you staring with regret as you saw your daughter on top of the world. I didn’t want to kill you or see you dead.”

That had been the second time she had run into her zombified mother. The first, she had been a coward, unable to kill her and her father– the two people she hated most, the two people who had abandoned her and left her on the streets.

Where had all her rage gone that time. When had she become soft.

-

Midori clung to Ryutaro with all the strength in her frail body. “My brother,” she whispered, “i saw my brother’s corpse down there. Kakeru… he… they got Kakeru… they killed Kakeu…”

He didn’t say much in return, but he did pat her hand briefly– the only comforting action he could manage while carrying her.

“I see a store up ahead. Let’s stop by there for supplies.” Keisuke pointed out to the leader of the bunch.

Setsuka patted the clown on the back and gave him a smile. “Sounds good, lead the way. Maki, do you need me to carry Yamaguchi for a bit?”

Midori wrapped her arms and legs around Ryutaro a bit tighter at the suggestion, very much attached to the guy who had found her and saved her from zombies.

“I’ll be fine until we reach the stop.” The blonde nodded his acknowledgement to the bluenette, forcing a smile as he struggled to catch up.

The group walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the orchestra of distant zombie groans.

“Miss Yamaguchi,” Hikaru said after bit, his tone fatherly like usual, “may I check your pulse soon? And may I check if the swelling on your ankles has gone down?”

“Yeah, that… sounds good. Thank you, Uncle.”

-

Kanata removed the bandages from Ayame’s arm gradually.

“There isn’t any sign of infection, Hatano. Kinjo and Maki are still out, so… uhm… can I get you something to eat?” The surgeon spoke softly as she stared at the sprinter.

“I’m not hungry…” Ayame mumbled.

“Inori!” Tomori slammed the door open, her eyes sunken from lack of sleep, “i think i got bit. Check! Check, please!!”

Kanata bit back a sigh of exasperation and forced out her cheerful smile. “Of course. Where do you think you were bit this time?”

“My ankle. They went after my ankle so I couldn’t run! They’re going to eat me. I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, god, I’m going to die!” The cheerleader’s words were jumbled together and practically nonsensical. She grabbed onto Kanata’s shoulders as she spoke, her nails digging into the other’s lab coat and pressing her skin uncomfortably.

“Miss Tomori,” Kanata winced, “please let go of me. I will check your ankle, but I am sure you are fine.”

“I’m not fine!” Kizuna wailed before glaring accusatory daggers at Ayame. “If you… if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten! If you had just seen that bitch for what she is! We wouldnt be doomed! You’ve doomed us all!”

Ayame took the words without fighting back. What had been the point in fighting anymore? Kizuna was right. She had doomed them all.

“Miss Tomori, please… Taira had us all fooled… if Miss Hatano is to blame, then so are the rest of us…” the blonde murmured. “Please sit down so I can check your ankle…”

-

Mindless. Kinji was mindless. His faith had only been able to spare him for so long.

His teeth were decayed now. His skin was green and purple and yellow. His eyes were dull. His cheeks were sunken.

It was incredible that his mind stayed intact long enough for him to bury as many as he did. The only bodies he didn’t put 6 feet under, the only bodies he couldn’t handle burying, were those of the people he knew.

But what was the point?

-

Yuki held his stomach as he choked up and spat out the last meal he had, beans that had barelt even begun to digest.

“Urgh… gross…” he mumbled to himself.

Shinji was away at the moment, scouting out for the next safe place for them to go and likely trying to find his family in the process.

The lucky student fought back envious tears. At least they knew there was a chance that Shinji’s family was alive– they found his mother, Aiko, brutally murdered in the Maeda household. Her corpse was bloated and rotted when they found it.

The sight still haunted his dreams. He couldn’t even keep.meals down since he saw it.

-

Mikako peered into her brother’s lab. He hadn’t eaten in quite some time, nor had he slept.

“Yamato…” she whispered hesitantly.

He spun around with a dart ready in his hand. He only lowered it after he registered it was her.

“Mikako, I’ve told you to leave me alone. I need to find a cure, or no one will be safe.” The inventor turned back to his work and threw a crumpled up piece of paper to the side.

“I’m sure someone else is searching for a cure, Yamato. Why not try to make a vaccine? Some sort of immunity would help while someone else finds a cure.” The exorcist suggested.

Her brother didn’t seem to have heard. That, or he was ignoring her.

“Ah… nevermind.” She straightened her back and spun on her heel to hunt down their other classmates.

For the newcomers, Satsuki was putting on a performance– juggling empty bottles and broken gadgets whilst telling jokes. That could not be safe, but Haruhiko seemed to have his eyes on her.

The bunker door heaved open, and Teruya’s team came in, carrying boxes full of food and other supplies.

“We’re back with dinner!” The merchant shouted.

Mikako rushed over to take the box from him.

“Thank you, Otori, this should be good for at least a week. You and your scavenger team did good.”

He grinned at her and handed his box over. “Thanks! We uh…” he hesitated, “We saw Taira and Maeda… err… Utsuro? On our flight back… they looked like they were heading somewhere… dunno where…”

She bit her tongue and nodded thankfully at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

-

Thats it. Im hungry good bye.

Aw yeah infection Au moment! I do remember you saying a while back that you wanted to write something about Rei in this Au and MAN her part has gotta be my favorite out of these little snippets.

I really like taking a look at how a bunch of the cast is doing, seeing the way you wrote them in those situations was pretty fun! It reminded me how much i like the idea of Setsuka's like group with the 6.5 cast and how Kanata probably wishes she has a degree in psychology to properly deal with Ayame and Kizuna (she may feel as if she's not doing enough for them seing as her kindness can only bring her so far when dealing with their turmoil)

[baby--b4t]

hey pookster i’m just leaving this here because I know you’d do justice if you ever made it into a minific :3

kaveh absolutely LOVES horror/creepy things, especially when regressed, but alhaitham can’t do it. like CANNOT.

sincerely, 🐠fishie anon :3

OH MY GODS ANON YOURE SAVING MY WRITERS BLOCK RN (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) im gonna try and write a quick minific in hopes that itll make me wanna post more and work on my bots. ALSO TY FOR THINKING SO HIGHLY OF ME- i feel like my writing is mid but ill try my best for this silly idea (its super late as of replying to this so sorry if its a bit jumbled or doesnt make sense-)

(fic under cut)

Kaveh was supposed to be in bed hours ago. 5 hours and 38 minutes, to be persice. Alhaitham had been counting. He did everything he though would work to get Kaveh to finally lay down, close his eyes, and rest, but nothing was working. Warm bottle, bedtime stories (he had read 7 different stories at this point), and even trying different stuffed animals and pajamas. Nothing. Alhaitham was exhausted.

“Hayi? Do da tree birdies sleep? Wha’ about… Oh! Wha’ about da creepy crawlies in da kitchen?” Kaveh had been asking nonsense questions like these all night, part of the reason he was still awake at nearly 4 in the morning.

“I dont know, Kaveh. What I do know-… Wait, whats in the kitchen?” Alhaitham began to answer before he registered what kaveh had said. He sat up in the bed a little bit and looked down at Kaveh. “What did you just say is in the kitchen?”

“Da creepy crawlies!” Kaveh excitedly exclaimed, a wide smile forming behind his pacifier. “Dey have 6 leg, 3 eye- BIG eyes, and are really teeny tiny. Dey walk around in da dark and eat da bread! Dats why it has all da holes.” Kaveh started giggling, his tiredness clearly showing in his speech.

Alhaitham felt puzzeled. More than when he was trying to figure out why Kaveh wasnt sleeping yet. But what was getting to him the most was the though of some spider-like creatures crawling around in his food while he didnt look. He shuddered, the thought of bugs in general making him feel gross. He rubbed up and down his arms for a moment, trying to get rid of his goosebumps, before pressing further into this. Surely it was Kaveh just being silly… Right?

“How do you know this? Who told you about these… ‘Creepy crawlers’?” Alhaitham asked as he tried to fight the tiredness in his mind. This whole talk took a turn that was not helping his already fatigued state of mind.

“Dey told me! I got mad ‘cause my sandwich had holes, and I asked and dey told me.” Kaveh explained trough slurred giggles and mumbles. “Dey very small, so is easy to make holes. I scolded dem like you always do for da holes…” The more Kaveh explained, the more Alhaitham imagined a ton of ant-sized abominations crawling around their pantry. He shook his head and tried not to gag.

“Kaveh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ‘creepy crawlers’ arent real. You probably dreamt about them at some point.” Alhaitham tried to explain to Kaveh, but Kaveh didnt seem to want to believe it.

“What?!” He sat up in the bed with Alhaitham, jaw dropping and his pacifier almost falling out. “But.. But dat were so cute-“ He felt himself tearing up over the fact that the little creatures he thought were so adorable werent actually real. Alhaitham sighed, realizing that now he had to deal with a meltdown.

“How about you go to sleep so you can dream about them? Does that sound like a good idea?” He suggested as he tried to coax Kaveh into laying down again. The poor baby was so tired at this point he didnt realize that Alhaitham was moving him. It did seem to stop his oncoming waterworks, however.

Kaveh gave a small nod and snuggled back up with Alhaitham. It seemed like as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep. That baffled Alhaitham. How in the world would Kaveh be so willing to dream about thousands- No, millions of little spiders in his food? If Alhaitham saw them, he would already have a match in hand to burn the house down.

However, Kavehs great big imagination never failed to impress Alhaitham. He just seemed to show it so much more whenever he regressed. A soft sigh came from Alhaitham, just accepting it. His little Kaveh would just have that sort of creepy imagination and he couldnt stop it… But he would still be checking the entire house for bugs when they woke up. No ‘creepy crawlers’ get to live rent free.

[musings-on-readings]

自言自语

一 序

水村的夏夜，摇着大芭蕉扇，在大树下乘凉，是一件极舒服的事。

男女都谈些闲天，说些故事。孩子是唱歌的唱歌，猜谜的猜谜。

只有陶老头子，天天独自坐着。因为他一世没有进过城，见识有限，无天可谈。而且眼花耳聋，问七答八，说三话四，很有点讨厌，所有没人理他。

他���时常闭着眼，自己说些什么。仔细听去，虽然昏话多，偶然之间，却也有几句略有意思的段落的。

夜深了，乘凉的都散了。我回家点上灯，还不想睡，便将听得的话写了下来，再看一回，却又毫无意思了。

其实陶老头子这等人，那里真会有好话呢，不过既然写出，姑且留下罢了。

留下又怎样呢？这是连我也答复不了。

中华民国八年八月八日记。

— 鲁迅

Soliloquies

One Preface

Summer nights in the water village, fanning a palm leaf while cooling off in the shade of a big tree, oh what a comfortable joy.

Men and women make conversation, tell stories. Children sing song after song, tell riddle after riddle.

It is only the old man Tao who sits alone day after day. Going his whole life without ever having entered the city, he has little knowledge and experience, and nothing to talk about. And, being hard of hearing with poor eyesight, he mumbles and jumbles asking and answering questions, fumbles in conversation, it really is a bit annoying, and so no one pays attention to him.

But often, with eyes closed, he speaks. If you listen carefully, even though there is a lot of nonsense, occasionally interspersed are a few parts of slight note.

It was the dead of night, those cooling off in the shade had all dispersed. I went home and lit a lantern, still not wanting to sleep, I wrote down what I had heard, read over it a while, and yet, it had become completely uninteresting again.

In all honesty, people like old man Tao, they really can say something of note, but only when it is written down can it be kept.

And what’s the point of keeping it? This is something even I cannot answer.

The eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth year of the Republic of China.

— Lu Xun

[dancing-to-architecture]

17 of 1001

Today's album: Super Furry Animals - Rings Around the World (2001)

Initial thoughts: I have never heard of this band. I know this because i would certainly have remembered the worst band name since hoobastank. Cool looking album cover, though.

Alternate Route to Vulcan Street-

Prettier than i was expecting, tbh. Kinda dig the spacy vibe. Singer is mumbly, but there's a lot of processing on the vocals and that's not helping matters.

Sidewalk Serfer Girl-

Oh yeah, a meaningless misspelling. Woo.

Guitar's nice and heavy but the lyrics are a jumbled and overdubbed word salad.

Chorus is catchy, but kinda stupid.

(Drawing) Rings Around the World-

Okay, the end of this song is fucking obnoxious.

Now, I honestly and without irony enjoy music that some other people have described as "truly heinous shit", but this is a very specific kind of obnoxious. Beeping and ringing noises are just irritating as hell.

Also, do *any* of their songs' lyrics mean anything?

It's Not the End of the World?-

Okay, I'm immediately made an asshole by this album, because this one is kinda sweet.

Kinda feels a bit like a slower early OK GO song, tbh.

Receptacle for the Respectable-

Credit where credit is due: that's the nicest way to call somebody a "posh cum dumpster" that I've ever seen.

[A] Touch Sensitive-

A nice spacy vibey instrumental. I kinda dig this one.

Shoot Doris Day-

Ah, fuck, he's singing some nonsensical bullshit again. It's like the kinda shit that sounds somewhat deep but then you actually read it and it's just "yeah, these words rhyme and follow the metric foot".

Miniature-

Ooh, another instrumental!

Oh, it's 40 seconds long.

And kinda just some warbles.

No Sympathy-

Sounds like it's half a country song, half an early led zeppelin song.

Reads like it was written by a pissed off 14 year old. Like, real nu-metal lyric hours over here.

The lyrics continue to be the worst part of this band.

Long outro, but it gets kinda rad at the end, not gonna lie. Almost a bit like Aphex Twin just dropping out of nowhere.

...Someone somewhere is having the absolute inverse experience as i am, just vibing for a few minutes on the meanest song I've heard in years, and then just fuckin HATING this weird IDM/psytrance outro.

Juxtapozed with U-

Japanese City Pop vibes right off the bat.

2001 autotune sounded like dogshit. Lyrics are stupid as hell, as per usual.

I will *never* not be mad at landlords, weird British guy.

Wait, *THIS* is their most-played song!? This has been played over 9 *million* times?

Who the fuck is this band for?

Are y'all okay, England?

Presidential Suite-

Oh Jesus, some goddamn Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky shit? Oh heh heh, all those drunken Russians? Yeah, fuck all the way off, ya smug shit.

I have to wonder how this guy feels about the last 8 years of UK politics. Clown shoe fits a bit different now, don't it?

Run! Christian, Run!-

What? No, this song is 8 minutes long!? Yeah, no. Fuck this.

This band sucks absolute shit and I'm bailing on this album.

Fragile Happiness-

Don't care. I read the stupid lyrics and i don't care.

How was this band popular 20 years ago? How are they popular now? Over 140,000 monthly listeners in the year of our lard Two Thousand and Twenty Three? What is wrong with you people? Who hurt you? And why are you trying to fix it with... *THIS*?

My wife's perspective: "supremely unremarkable"

Favorite Track: [A] Touch Sensitive, as it's the only one the singer didn't fuck up with his mouth.

Least Favorite Track: literally everything else.

[primordialruin]

The entity always assured her that nothing would go south whenever the impersonator brought up her doubts. She'd envisioned the end of Roo's foiled plans a dozen times, but to have it truly happen to her induced just as much panic as it did relief that her worries weren't for naught. Her eyes darted left and right, her breath beginning to quicken as she took the littlest step back in spite of the conditions.

"... Darling, you must've had a foul dream again! Don't you know it's unwise to have a heavy meal just before your bedtime?" her quip shivered on an unsteady timber. Her quickened pulse sent all the blood to her head to the point that the commander's voice became a jumbled mess of mumbled nonsense through the thunder of her heart pumping in her ears. She caught glimpses of the terms, among them she was able to make out that escaping with her life wasn't a likely option.

Luckily, she wouldn't have to get out of the throne room alone. Through the blurring scenery of her imminent execution, she saw the Roots of Evil raise behind the commander and Lucifer like the tentacles of a gigantic kraken.

"But don't you fret, I have just the remedy for you!" That's right, Roo's plan was perfect. After all, it was her roots that pushed the fabric of the cosmos apart to create this hellscape! They coiled around their bodies like hungry serpents ready to strangulate the air out of their crushed cavities as they tangled over their arms and legs with the brute force of an anaconda. The fit was tight, but not enough to break bone. How the tables have turned! It yanked a perverse string of pleasant laughter from the impersonator.

"Khm-Hahahaha! Oh, sweetheart, you really thought you were doing something there! Took you long enough to figure out this ruse, which frankly says a lot more about you than it does anyone in this room. Hell! I'd go as far as to claim that you owe your entire realm a public apology for your abysmal ignorance as their foolish," she stepped closer to the bounded seated king.

"Idiotic," she bent to his level, hands sliding down her voluptuous thighs to steady her balance.

"Sad little king," her voice dropped to a whisper she hissed in his face. "To think that you spent ten thousand years with your woman only to fall victim to this sort of trickery for twenty years is honestly laughable. Some husband you are for not recognizing the switch when it happened. Did you get a bit too comfortable to pay attention to your wife in the past couple of centuries? You know, this type of coziness is a real marriage killer."

"No. you dont, in fact im rather glad you showed up. ive had something planned about you for a long time. Ronaw." He says beginning to move to his throne glowing slightly a barrier activating shifting her away from it as he moves to sit down.

Walking out of a nearby hall ronaw commander, general in charge of what remained of hells standing army closest to an right-hand and advisor then most of his advisors the clanking of heavy metals and the bellowing of fire that was his being. hands reach to their hip unclasping a scroll as he begins to unfurl it.

"Read it." lucifer commands as ronaw nods.

"The unfurling of this scroll shall not be permitted until lilth morningstar or the woman claiming to be her makes a re-appearance in hell. if this scroll has been unfurled the following effects are to take place. The woman claiming to be lilth morningstar is to be no more. All claims to marriage, the throne, or its family is to be dissolved The woman claiming to be lilth is hence forth a normal citizen of hell and is thus forth obligated to the same laws of this kingdom. Thus the following punishment is to be dealt. The woman claiming to be lilth is henceforth charged with high treason. The emotional sabotage attempted on the king of hell meant to weaken both the king and his holdings of hell adjacent to ruining relationship with his daughter and heir to the crown. is not to be taken lightly. The woman claiming to be lilth morningstar is to be arrested before punishment can be decided. resistance to this declaration will lead to death. This declaration is binded to the traitor via lock of hair magically binding them to this declaration -signed by lucifer morningstar king of hell" As the final words leave the commanders lips the scroll ignites into infernal flame as a small shockwave of magic echoes out. before it turns to ashes.

Ronaw hand moves to his hilt.

"as you can see there, really isnt anything to talk about, ronaw if she runs or attacks cut her down. What did you think when i awoke and you came back it would be talks and hugs and makeups? you tried to destroy me mentally. and you nearly succeeded leading to the near complete decay of my kingdom. now your going to pay and were going to have a real fun pulling at your soul trying to figure what exactly you are. so if i were you. i would hold your hands let us cuff you and let us imprison you. because the jig is up honestly. any further fighting is gonna just be sad."

[ereminsdiary]

pairing: denji x fem!reader

warnings: oral (male receiving)

w/c: 931

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denji has been on my mind nonstop. i know i could treat him so well, i just need one chance. i am in love with him, ur honor

it started with power teasing him about being a virgin which he quickly denied because according to him he’s ‘actually been with a lot of women.’ you knew this was a lie, denji isn’t a good liar.

when aki and power decided to call it a night and headed to their separate rooms you were quick to make your way to denji’s side of the couch, placing yourself so your breasts were pressed against his arm before offering your services to denji. and who was he to refuse? a beautiful girl offering to give him head for the first time—he’s sure he’s died and went to heaven.

there was an excitement rumbling in his chest, he didn't know what he did to deserve to be put in this situation but he wasn't about to complain. the sight of you sitting prettily on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes had an uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants. his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

it wasn't hard to figure out he was attracted to you—he didn't try very hard to hide it; clinging to your every word, following you around like a lost puppy, doing any and everything you asked of him no matter how ridiculous. it made aki roll his eyes and power teased him over it any chance she got but you found his efforts to woo you so cute.

your hands worked their way up to his belt slowly, rubbing his thighs and brushing against his bulge. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the cushions like a lifeline. you bit your lip at his size when you finally worked his jeans far enough down to pull him out. he was on the thicker side, veiny, there was a slight curve upward and a perfect mushroom tip. dribbles of pre already coated the head of his cock.

your thumb swiped across his slit, collecting the few droplets on your thumb and bringing it up to your mouth. you made eye contact with denji when you sucked off the juices, swirling your tongue around making sure to get it all. moaning in satisfaction and whispering to him how good he tastes. a groan left denji's mouth at the sight, he could have cum right then.

your hand is back on his cock, giving slow pumps until he's bucking his hips up impatiently begging you to go faster, to please put him in your mouth. and how could you say no when he asks so sweetly?

he's a whimpering mess when you bring your mouth down to his length. he doesn't know what to do with his hands, they're fumbling for a place to rest. he desperately wants to shove your head down on his dick and fuck your face until you're a gagging, drooling mess, cum overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin.

he's stuffing his fingers in his mouth to muffle his moans that'd be loud enough to wake the neighbors when you sink his length further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

denji was fascinated with the way you swallow him entirely, feeling your throat constrict around him, tears pricking your eyes but you refuse to let up until you’re gagging and there’s nothing left for you to swallow. he couldn't look away despite the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, basking in the feeling of your warm cavern.

a litany of curse words flowed out his mouth when your nose grazed his trimmed pubic hair, never once breaking the eye contact you held with him. he's mumbling nonsense, unable to grasp at a single coherent thought. the jumble of words leaving his mouth are a mix of pleas for you to let him cum and telling you how good your mouth feels on him, he doesn't think he'll be able to last much longer.

it makes your heart flutter knowing you're the one who's brought him to this state; whimpering and crying, thighs shaking under your hands as you stroke your nails up and down adding to the pleasure.

denji thinks he can get used to this. he wants to get used to this: the sight of you on your knees between his legs, sucking his cock, one hand kneading at his balls. he wants to bury his head between your thighs, tasting you. denji imagines you’d be as sweet as candy. he wants to stuff your cunt full of his cock, have his cum leaking from your slit. the mental image alone is enough to make him bust.

your tongue is slick against the underside of his length when you start to bring him back out, flicking at his slit before he's back in your throat again and by now tears are leaking out onto his cheeks and you can hardly make out the words slipping through his lips.

he's begging to cum, in your mouth or on your face, he doesn't care he just wants you to make him cum. denji's head is thrown back and he's moaning your name when spurts of his load are leaking down your throat, filling your mouth. you swallow it all eagerly, scooping up what leaked down your chin and bringing your fingers to his mouth ordering him to suck, to taste himself.

when you’re back on your feet, leaning over him to give him a sweet kiss on the lips you promise to let him fuck your cunt next time.

[kovjiro]

Out of My League - an Aran Ojiro x chubby female reader SMAU - College!AU

Synopsis: Commitment can be scary, especially when the only taste of actual commitment has come through your three best friends. An absentee father and cruel classmates can do that to you - no foundational trust in men, only sustained by male counterparts continually making fun of you for your size and weight. You’re ready for change, though, and maybe change will come; as you set out for university in a new city miles away from your horrid adolescence, change is inevitable. A chance at growth, at love, and new adventures await you in this new part of your life but, really, you’d never think to find this all with the upperclassmen you’d deemed out of your league.

Warnings(for this chapter): written chapter, self-deprecating thoughts, underage alcohol consumption, explicit depictions of being drunk, very much angst, reader is big sad (Refer to masterlist for complete list of warnings for this SMAU

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“It’s Kiyoko and Yachi, right?” you call out over the heavy base and electronic beats blasting throughout the room.

Earlier that evening you made your way to Aran’s dorm, along with Suna, Osamu, and Atsumu. Upon arriving Aran announced to all of you that a few friends would be coming along, two members of his frat and their first-year friend. Aran had seen the worry on your face, however, and didn’t hesitate to come up to you and reassure you of your worries. “They’ll love you, hun, I promise.”

His words eased your nerves a bit but meeting new people isn’t always a fun experience - there is no telling when someone will judge you because of what they see. They had been nice enough at first meet so now, here at the party a couple of shots in and one drink down, you have the confidence to let loose.

“That’s us,” the tall one with black hair says, who you deduce is Kiyoko. She’s insanely attractive in a mature and sophisticated sense, her aura demanding respect yet offering a sense of comfort as well. Beside her stands a small blonde girl, who you’ve been informed is the first-year friend and her underclassmen from high school. Yachi’s demeanor is completely different from that of Kiyoko, looking almost out of place with her uncapped drink in her hand. Regardless, there is no ignoring how breathtaking they both are in their own right.

“Y/n, yeah?” Kiyoko counters before taking a sip of her drink. “Aran has told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Don’t get your hopes up, for the love of all things sacred and holy, don’t break your own heart. “All good things I hope.” Kiyoko fervently nods as if to relieve you of any fear, saying, “Aran always speaks highly of his friends back home.”

Oh yeah, friend. It’s not like every time he’s come to your aid, every time he’s offered words of praise or encouragement, every time he’s held you close to his chest with your heart beats seemingly syncing together ever meant anything more to him - you’re just his friend, just like the many other friends he apparently talks so highly of. You’ve known this for years so why does it hurt so much?

Just as you’re about to respond, someone comes bounding up to the three of you. “They’re doing jaegerbombs over at the bar, you girls coming?” Speak of the devil… “C’mon, y/n, i know you can down those like a champ,” Aran pushes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.

Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the cramped party filled to the brim with sweaty bodies bouncing and yelling, maybe it's the alcohol beginning to get to your head, or maybe it’s both and then some, but Aran’s presence is overwhelming and not in the good way. Where you’d usually feel over the moon to be near him you now find yourself feeling… annoyed? Upset? Absolutely devastated? In reality, though, you brought this on yourself because who could ever like you, the fat friend? Definitely not someone like Aran.

“Yup, that’s right, friend,” you say, mustering as convincing a laugh as you can. Not convincing enough because Aran cautiously chuckles all while squinting questioningly at you. “Yeah… friend.”

An awkward beat passes amongst the four of you but Kiyoko is quick to act, grasping your hand in one of hers and grabbing Yachi with the other. “Let’s get this party rolling, shall we?” she exclaims as she pulls you both to the make-shift bar the frat boys put together. As soon as she’s pulled you out of hearing range, Kiyoko leans closer to ask, “You good?” Her eyes convey just how much she’s gathered - you’re hurting.

What a horrible situation to be in - finding out your long-term crush only thinks of you as a friend in the midst of a night out. How will you get over this hurt, this heartbreak? Probably never. There is no cure for a broken heart.

But wait. There is. And you’re walking towards it right now.

“I will be,” you conclude.

In no time you’re standing in between Kiyoko and Yachi at the bar and what happens after is too much of a blur to make out. The first shot the three of you take together, the mixture of liquor and redbull hitting you in an instant. Your mind is running a mile a minute but it seems to be working - you’re numb. And so you have another, whatever it takes to forget why you were so upset a few moments ago. Two quickly becomes three, the same way three eventually becomes four then five then six.

In the haze that comes with being drunk you live the next moments oblivious to your surroundings. You miss when the twins and Suna join you guys right after Aran, you miss when Aran’s frat brother Sugawara appears and takes a shot with all of you, you miss - or perhaps ignore - when Osamu tells you to chill on the drinking. “You trying to die or something?” is what he says verbatim but his words don’t register in your imbibed brain.

What you don’t miss is Aran talking to a girl at the end of the bar and suddenly everything hits you tenfold - the hurt, the ache, the alcohol. Maybe if you weren’t so inebriated you would have noticed that he was only trying to help her out - apparently you aren’t the only person drunk off their ass at this party, who would have thought? All your mind can comprehend is that Aran is talking to someone other than you, a harsh reminder that you are - and probably always will be - the ‘friend.’

He comes to you then, speaking words you understand yet cannot comprehend, head spinning and vision blurring - maybe you should have listened to Osamu. He leaves you there at the bar and it crushes your heart all over again - didn’t he promise to be there for you? The alcohol has complete control of your body as you take a step in his direction but it’s as if the ground has moved out from underneath you. Two people are quick to your sides though and manage to keep you from hitting the ground. Who is that?

“Samu? Suna?” you manage to gurgle out, tongue feeling heavy and lips completely senseless. “No, honey, it’s Kiyoko and Suga. I think you’ve had enough for tonight, think it’s time to head home. Can you tell me where your dorm is?”

You know what she’s saying but your thoughts are jumbled, your dorm be damned. Where’s Aran? “I-I need to go- go see him,” you blurt out as you attempt to get out of their hold. You lose your balance as you take a step forward but they’re there to keep you from collapsing. They begin to drag you along to who-knows-where and you have no choice but to let yourself be carried, mumbling about how you need to see him and it hurts. It has to be the alcohol that’s making you spew nonsense, more so when you start crying because how could he only think of you as a friend, just a friend? Had it all meant nothing to him? Maybe you just misread everything, but you had been sure there was something there.

Or you’re the one in the wrong this time around, obviously, to even begin thinking Aran would be different. Every person you meet is unable to get past what’s on the exterior so why would this be any different? The idea of Aran reciprocating such feelings is an act of projection, simply put.

Your mind is a dark and negative spiral of harmful thoughts, reminding you of all that you’re not and why that is just not enough for Aran - for anyone, even. Yachi attempts to console you as Kiyoko and Suga place you on your bed? No, definitely not your bed. You may be wasted out of your mind but you’re cognizant to your surroundings that are in no way familiar at the moment. The three of them are able to reduce you from loud cries to soft whimpers in some time and eventually you’re all off to bed but you know deep inside of you everything will be different come tomorrow. How long would you continue being alright with being just a friend?

Credits:

raise your hand if you, too, have drunk your feelings and ended up crying

you've always held on to the hope that aran liked you too

he had always treated you differently than other guys

kiyoko, suga, and yachi>>>

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[collecting-stories]

hi!! i was wondering if you could do something with the prompts 10 , 11 , 12 from your prompt list with jonathan byers if you still write for him? no problem if you don’t! hope you have a wonderful day!

"Oh my god, Jonathan! What happened to you, who gave you that black eye?" You asked, jumping off the counter and coming over to him. Without warning you grabbed his face, turning it to inspect the bruising around his eye.

"No one," Jonathan insisted, pulling away from you, "it's nothing."

"It's obviously not nothing. You have a black eye...do you need ice? I can get some next store at Mel's?" You said, already moving around the counter to look for your keys. You were supposed to be manning the Radio Shack for Bob until he came back from his date with Joyce to close up but it was a slow night and seeing your boyfriend with a black eye warranted closing early.

"I'm fine," he stressed, grabbing your arm to stop you, "seriously, I only came over to see if you wanted company. You don't need to fuss over nothing."

"I'm not fussing Jonathan." You replied, pulling your arm away. "Something obviously happened. Why are you lying?"

Jonathan sighed and leaned against the counter. He knew coming over when his eye looked the way it did was a bad idea. You would get to the bottom of it whether he told you or you grilled every person he'd come in contact with since you'd seen him a few hours earlier. He also knew that if he stayed away until the black eye was healed you would get suspicious and find out anyway...it was a double edged sword that Jonathan was going to fall on.

"It's embarrassing." He admitted. Maybe (he knew it was unlikely) you would leave it at that.

"Why?" You asked, just like he knew you would, "what happened?"

Jonathan mumbled his explanation under his breath, the words jumbling into a nonsensical language that you could barely hear. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. All you wanted to know was what happened and how you could help. It wasn't too much to ask, not in your opinion anyway. If it was Billy Hargrove or some other douche from school you'd punch them right back.

"I'm sorry, run that by me again?" You requested.

"Will and I were dueling with his new lightsabers and I accidentally whacked myself with the end of it." He replied, hanging his head a little bit, fringe covering his face.

"Oh." You stifled a laugh and reached for him again, cupping his face and guiding him to look at you, "babe..."

"Don't say anything." Jonathan huffed.

"I wasn't, I swear." You promised, "hey, I could give you a kiss...make it better?"

Jonathan shifted his eyes right and left, taking in the empty store before nodding his head in agreement, "okay."

You leaned forward, kissing his cheek first before his lips, just a sweet, soft kiss in the dim lighting of the Radio Shack. When you pulled away you couldn't help the smile on your face, "you're such a dork."

"Stop!" He groaned, pulling away from you.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

[occult-castiel]

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This is my @destielsecretsanta2020 gift for @eclypseaf!!! The request was open, but bonus points for Miracle being present. So I wrote some post empty rescue fic!

This one honestly gave me a really hard time and I have no idea why. I hope you like it and have has an awesome christmas!

[Ao3 Link]

The portal spits them out in the dungeon.

Dean stumbles out first, a half step ahead of Cas. Human, malleable, and very much alive with one of the little dude's arms draped over Dean's shoulder.

Cas stumbles forward. Dean shoots an arm out in front of him, places a hand firmly against his chest. He maneuvers his other arms under his trenchcoat, grips his side firm.

His skins almost cool to the touch — much too cold to be safe. Not for a human, especially a brand new one.

And what if he's sick? Or gets sick and can't get better? Without his grace, there's a whole new set of worries. A bad flu that gets worse until he's gone, a hunt going wrong, fucking cancer. Heart disease kills pretty much everyone, doesn't it?

He takes a deep breath and focuses on the gentle thud of Cas' heart against his palm.

The last eight months haven't been easy. Not between the alcohol Sam eventually cut him off from, and the hunts getting sparse, and Jack being terrifying and gone until he wasn't.

Cas lulls his head to the side. His inky heart sticks to his forehead, and his blueberry-sweet eyes are unfocused but still manage to catch Dean's.

It's achingly familiar, and he smiles easy. "Hey there, sunshine."

Cas pinches his brows together as his head swims to stay upright. He slurs through some half-baked, nonsense question about coral reef bleaching, and Dean's so relieved he laughs.

Cas smiles at the sound, dazed and feather-light, but the joy is unmistakable.

It's the best thing Dean's ever seen. Fuck, he missed him. Missed him so much he didn't know what to do with himself.

Cas winces — what little help he was giving Dean in holding him up falls. He makes up the difference quick. Weak fingers curl around Dean's wrist.

"Sorry —"

"S'okay. Gonna —" he swallows hard. Tries to shove away the distinct pin-prick in his tear ducts that always means he needs to man the hell up. "Gonna get you to a bed, okay?"

Cas grunts, a pitiful noise that's mostly air and entirely feeble. "Tired."

"Rest then. It ain't far. I gotcha, buddy."

When he nods, his hair brushes Dean's neck.

It's not well thought out. The lack of work and overload of carbs haven't done Dean's muscles any favors. His joints creak and protest every step, but his room isn't far, and he'd be damned before he let's Cas feel like he has to do anything alone this time.

Miracle hops off the bed the moment the door opens.

Dean lays Cas on top of the bunched up blanket. Once he's down, Dean slowly works the trencoast and suit jacket off, his hands careful as they trail across the thin cotton of his shirt.

Cas shivers, and Dean wrestles to tug the blanket out from under him, Miracle nuzzling the side of his leg the whole time.

She's probably hungry. Or just wants attention. He hasn't exactly been available the last couple weeks, too busy with his nose in piles of research. But it all payed off.

Cas grimaces in his sleep, and it twists the cords in Dean's chest. He reaches his hand out and ghosts his fingers across the sweat-stained hair stuck to his skin, gently pushing it to the side.

He'd said it once, not more than a month ago, in the darkness of his room, Miracle tucked as close as he could get her.

He said he loved me, and I — I didn't say it back. But I do. God I do.

Dean trails his hand from his forehead to the flushed pillow of his cheeks. The other knuckles roughly at his eyes and comes back wet.

He has no god damn idea what he wouldve done without Miracle to talk to. Cause he could never get it out to Sam. Not those last moments. Not what Cas really means to him. Always too close to an edge of something larger than any apocalypse they've ever dealt with.

He traces down low enough to brush across Cas' wrist, the pained look still on his face.

Dean swallows, his heart hammers hard in his throat. Timid even though the guy is unconscious, Dean grabs his hand.

His mind blanks. Turns to complete static — a jumble of half-formed thoughts about every reason he ever told himself not to.

He's an angel. The worlds ending. Always ending. He doesn't feel that way. Can't, the equipment for it's not there. It's why he leaves, isn't it? And what the fuck could ever hope to start when it's all always falling apart? When they could fall apart.

Everyone leaves.

A flash of cold prickles down his back, and he tries to takes a deep breath. It goes down ragged. There was something he read once, about picking out a sense.

Cas' breath, slow and steady. The clink of Mircale's claws on the floor. A muted buzz from the florescent lights in the hall.

He breaths again, a little easier. His fingers curls into Cas' palm, and his finger twitch against Dean in response. The dent in his brows relax, his jaw goes slack.

"S'okay Cas." He squeezes. "Just... be okay."

When his phone rings, dumped and forgotten on the other side of the room, he isn't quite sure how to let go. Like the ligaments in his hand have cemented in place, forgotten the muscle memory to make the movements happen.

When the second call comes through, Cas mumbles something. Dean's shoulder slack, and he pulls his hands back, clammy and with a slight tremor.

It's Sam. There's a small tug of guilt — he should've called him the moment he put Cas down. He knows he would've been worried sick if Sam was the one that had to go.

Sam's relieved too, promises to buy stuff for dinner on his way back from where Dean went in the Empty about fifty miles out. And he must hear something in his voice, because he stresses to go watch a movie or something and let Cas sleep it off.

Of course he's right. They knew Cas would be out cold. But leaving the room is still hard, and he lingers in the doorway until he gets a good look at Miracle's mess of tangled fur.

He hasn't brushed her hair, since that's practically what the fur is, in weeks.

"C'mon girl."

He grabs the brush from the bedside table, casts on last look at Cas, and takes Miracle to the TV room.

She hops on the couch next to him, tail thumping with excitement.

"You wanna get pretty to meet Cas later?"

She nuzzles his hand, sticks her nose against the brush, and a little bit of the stress from today lightens up.

He flips on some netflix show about baking food, and talks to Miracle as he starts in on her snout.

It's ritualistic to touch on whatevers going on with her, at this point.

As her fur smooths, he tells her about the Empty. Its piss-poor lighting, the mind boggling way directions work, how it has this awful burnt-licorice and gasoline stench clung to the nothingness of its everything.

It kinda makes his head hurt.

Almost two full episodes in, he has all her fur neat and tidy, and his little monologue has circled back to Cas. She'd know a lot about him if she could talk.

"It's hard to believe he's really back. And — and maybe it'll be good. We could, I dunno, get you a yard?" He nods, smiles. "Yeah, I bet your spoiled ass would like that. The bunker ain't a place for pets."

Miracle leaps from the couch, and someone clears their throat from the door.

Cas stands in the doorway, hunched in on himself. Dark strands of hair twist up in random directions, and the casual clothes Dean left him fit snugly.

He looks... comfortable. Like he slipped into humanity ages ago, not this afternoon.

"Cas."

He tilts his lips up, tight and sheepish. "I see you have a dog now."

"Yeah. Miracle. She uh — she helped me." He motions vaguely to his head. "Might not be batting a hundred up here if not for her."

Cas glances down at her, and the tense smile softens. "I'm very grateful then."

Almost reverent, he scratches the side of her ear.

Dean shakes his head. Blinks. Two things he never thought he'd see side by side mixed with the insanity of the day make none of this seem real.

Deep breath.

"She can — she can be there for you too," Dean says. "If you need it. Dogs are great listeners. Even the Madonna types like this one."

Cas gives a contemplative hum. "They are both blonde."

He puffs a breath of air. It's easy to forget Cas actually knows what he's talking about now, sometimes. Even if he does still miss the point by a mile.

"It was your turn."

Cas raises an eyebrow.

"To, uh, pick a movie." He motions to the seat next to him. "If you want."

Cas runs his bottom lip between his teeth and doesn't look at Dean. Doesn't say anything either. Just nods, walks over, and sinks into the couch.

It's a respectable distance. Close enough Dean would be able to sense him, far enough away they won't touch.

Miracle curls up on the other side of Cas, head flopped on his lap, right next to his balled up hands.

"Is it over?" His voice is small.

Dean doesn't have to ask. "Chuck isn't aproblem anymore." Cas sighs, slinks down bonelessly into the cushions. "We figured it out, took his powers. Jack's fixing up Heaven with it. Says he's gunna do that, find a way to put Amara back together, and then come home."

"Good. I don't think I'm up to fighting standards." He rolls his head to the side. They're close enough Dean can make out each muscle in his neck when he swallows. "You didn't have to save me, Dean. I'd — made peace with that fate."

It's bullshit. It's bullshit and Cas has to know it. He almost tells him a much, but if he can't have that talk now, then he never will.

He licks his lips. It doesn't help the dryness.

"Did you mean it?"

It's a dumb question, but one he needs answered.

Cas doesn't miss a beat. "That and more." The serenity in his words is endearing as it is cutting when he adds, "But we don't have to address it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

It's Dean's turn to melt with relief. "Good — that's good."

Cas winces. "I understand if you'd like some space —"

He starts to stand up, and panic seizes Dean's chest like a vice grip. He grabs his wrist and Cas freezes.

"No! God no. Cas, it — it wasn't supposed to happen like that."

He looks confused, before some amount of understanding smoothes out some of the worried lines in his face. His eyes flick down to Dean's mouth for an instant. "How was it supposed to happen, then?"

"I thought, maybe on a hunt? Or — I don't know. Just... " some place I could say it back.

Its not good enough, saying it without saying it. Cas gave a speech. He saved Dean's life, saved the god damn world. All without knowing.

He shakes his head. Starts again. He had enough practice between thoughts he couldn't shove away and late night pet-therapy. "I thought you knew. Hell, I've been scared everyone knows. And if they did, you did too, right?"

"Subtly isn't always my strongest suit."

He laughs, and it's almost on the wrong side of sane. "Don't I know it."

He can do direct.

Slow enough that Cas has time to pull back, he runs his hand up his arm, cradles it against the back of Cas' neck. He leans across the small distance and kisses him.

It's clumsy and unsure, and Cas places a skittish hand on Dean's side like he's not sure what he's allowed to have even now, but their lips mesh together in a way that feels better than anything he can remember.

When they part, he's not sure either one of them are breathing. And he can't look at Cas, not when he says it. Not yet. So he presses their foreheads together, keeps his eyes fully lidded.

"I don't know how you could think you aren't worth saving. You — you're it for me."

"Dean —"

He shakes his head, and the tips of their noses brush. "I love you more than I know what to do with. You know that right?"

Bewildered, Cas says, "I didn't."

"Yean, well. Now you do."

He scoots back in place, flushed firm against the cushion. Their hands tangle together, and their knees are touching, and it's too much and not enough. But mostly not enough. Dean dares a glance over. Cas is staring at their hands, a pleased smile on his face.

And they're on the same page.

"I think you said something about a yard when I walked in?"

Instead of answering he says, "We should retire. I'm too old for this shit."

"Entirely?"

Dean shrugs. "A hunt here and there wouldn't hurt I guess."

"We'll talk about it later." He reaches over him, grabs the remote. "I think you said it was my turn?"

Dean grins, full and toothy. "Yeah, just no more romcoms, dude. I can only take so many."

Cas nods, curt and serious. "Of course."

He does anyway, and it's the best shitty movie Dean's ever seen.

[shuadotcom]

Be My Muse | KNJ

↣ Summary: When you’re in need inspiration, you go to a cafe, hoping something there’ll get your creative juices flowing. Lucky for you, this hits you in the form of a tall, handsome stranger.

↣ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader

↣ Genre: Fluff, meet-cute

↣ Rating: G

↣ Warnings: None

↣ Words: 1k

↣ A/N: Written for @btsghostiewritersnet​ Drabble Marathon.

Category: Tropes ⇢ Meet-cute

Yet another sigh slips past your lips as you stare at the blank, white screen in front of you. You usually love writing. The way the words flow straight from your brain to your fingertips to the computer screen is always something you’re pleased to see. Plots and characters come easy to you, and you have no trouble getting out precisely what you want to say. Times, when you can turn the stories in your brain into books for people all over to read are when you’re more than satisfied with your career.

Unfortunately, this is not one of those times.

Your mind has been a jumbled mess, and nothing is making sense. You can’t get the characters or the setting right for your next book, and every time you try to force yourself to sit down and write, the words blur together, or they don’t mesh right and just seem like a nonsensical set of happenings. It’s frustrating and stressful, and you’re close to pushing back the deadline for this cursed manuscript from a few months to a year if this doesn’t pan out as you hope. Nothing is giving you your creativity back. Not going to the spa, listening to music, or even vacationing in South Korea, is helping you get any closer to a start.

"Everything sucks," you mumble to yourself before picking up your coffee cup and taking a gulp. You rest your chin in the palm of your hand and let your eyes sweep around the coffee shop and its patrons. You were hoping that being out of your hotel and in a busy public place would help get the creative juices in your mind flowing, but after three hours and five coffees, all you’re left with is boredom and a full bladder.

After downing the rest of the liquid in your cup, you’re about ready to pack up and call it a day.

That’s when you see him.

He’s tall and slim but surprisingly muscular if the way his black t-shirt hugs his biceps is any indication. His hair is a dyed blue color, which you think looks wonderful against his honey skin. You note his perfectly casual demeanor as he walks to the counter. You can see his profile from where you’re sitting and observe that he’s just as beautiful from this angle.

It’s when he flashes the barista a genuine, beautiful smile that has two deep dimples popping into his cheeks that you feel an invisible switch flipping. Your fingers twitch, and your mind seems to stir finally. It’s as if this man barged into your head and magically decluttered your brain, replacing the jumble of words with various storylines, characters, and plots. The one thing all of these assorted ideas have in common is the man with the dimpled smile and broad chest.

You’re so enthralled with jotting down each idea that you don’t notice the figure that suddenly approaches from the other side of your small table.

"You must really like coffee." You jolt, your gaze shooting up to see the stranger who had inspired you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in English.

"Sorry, do you speak Korean?" He responds, also in English, as he tilts his head to the side slightly, making you sigh to yourself. He’s even more gorgeous up close.

"No, no, I do; I just didn't hear you."

"Oh, I said that you must really like coffee." He repeats, motioning to the numerous empty cups on your table.

You let out a nervous chuckle and gather the cups in a pile, pulling them towards you. "Not this much, honestly. I was hoping it'd help me write."

"You're a writer?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a novelist. I was having a horrendous case of writer's block, but I seem to have been hit with inspiration suddenly."

"I take it the coffee helped then?"

"Something like that." You smile, and he flashes the same mesmerizing, dimpled smile. "Are you here for brain fuel too?" You wonder, nodding towards his cup.

"Ah, no. I just wanted a warm drink." You nod, wishing you had more of a response.

There’s a beat of silence between you both where the only sound heard is the bustle of the cafe around you.

"I'm Namjoon." The beautiful stranger finally supplies.

"Y/n," you reply, shaking his outstretched hand.

"That's a lovely name. Where are you from?"

"America."

"How long have you been in South Korea?"

“Only about a month,” you shrug, trying to mask your nervousness when the man, now known as Namjoon, takes a seat in the chair in front of you.

Namjoon goes on to ask you more about your trip so far and how it’s been going. You sit and talk about your careers (he’s a music producer, which you find very fitting, even having just met him), hobbies and friends. You discuss likes, dislikes, and everything in between.

When you tell him you’ll still be in Seoul for at least the next month and a half, Namjoon insists on taking you sightseeing tomorrow. He claims that you need a native to show you what the city has to offer fully.

Hours go by before Namjoon's phone vibrates with a text from one of his co-workers, stating that he’s needed for a meeting.

"Thank you so much for offering to show me around and for keeping me company," You say as you both get up from the table after exchanging numbers. You decide to go back to your hotel to continue writing in privacy now that you have your creativity back.

"It's my pleasure. I'll text you tomorrow around noon?" You nod, and he sends you a smile for the hundredth time since you’ve been speaking. "Great, I can't wait!" You watch an undecipherable emotion cross his features before he awkwardly extends his hand to you. You return the gesture, his warm hand clasping around yours as you gently shake.

Namjoon turns away from you with a final goodbye and starts heading down the street.

After you hail a taxi, all you can do during the ride is think about your new inspiration and his enchanting smile. As your mind goes to your not-date tomorrow, you can’t help but hope that he'll stay your muse for a bit longer, even after tomorrow.

[nocturnalazura]

There are too many, I repeat, too many scenarious with Daddy Dabi. The most simple ones. Dabi comforts his baby after a nightmare, Dabi teaches the baby a swear word, Dabi feeds the baby and ot ends up being a mess… too many damn scenarious vut I leave that to you bc you’re the mastermind🙏🏻

EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE DABI COMFORTING HER AFTER A NIGHTMARE????? Ok anyway lets dive into these cute little scenes because I fucking can't. (Note: I have named their child Hina so for future reference on all future Daddy Dabi things she is now Hina) (also I wrote half of this on mobile so ignore any errors. I’ll fix it later)

Nightmares: It's late at night, their little apartment filled with silence until a quiet little voice cuts through the air of your bedroom.

"Daddy?" Comes a little whimper from the doorway.

It takes him a second but after another small whimper from the door he's sitting up and looking over to see a little shadow in the door way. The quiet sound of sniffling has him shooting up and moving to get to her quickly. Crouching in front of her, he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before she's launching herself into him, little body shaking as she trembles and cries, one little arm wrapped around his neck while the other holds onto her stuffed animal.

"Hina? Hey my little monster what's wrong?" He questions wrapping his arms around her.

"Daddy, monsters and noises and daddy!" Hina wails.

"Touya? What's wrong with Hina?" You mumbles sitting up to look over at their silhouettes in the doorway.

"I got her go back to sleep."

Picking her up he takes her back into her room, in the soft light of her little night light he can see all of the tears running down her face. She sniffles more and buries her face in his chest and continues to cry as he sits down on her bed.

"What happened?" He ask in the softest voice he can manage. She immediately launches into a warbled story of the nightmare she had, something about monsters and being alone somewhere no one could get to her. At the end of the story her tears start up again and she presses her face into him again sobbing. "Hina hey you're fine, I'm here, your mom's in the bedroom you're ok."

Leaning back against the wall he warms a hand and presses it against her back so she can feel the warmth through her top. It takes a little bit, rubbing small circles against her back while whispering the occasional reassurance to her before her cries finally start to stop. She sits up in his lap still clutching her little stuffie. His heart breaks a little as he looks over her tear stained face and bright blue eyes slightly swollen from sobbing.

“M sorry daddy.” Hina sniffs wiping her eyes.

“You got nothing to be sorry about. You ok?”

“Yeah.” She says rather hesitantly.

“You sure?” Finally she give a little shake of her head before falling back into his chest. “Hey, you know I’m not gonna let anything hurt you right?”

“I know.”

“You got nothing to worry about, most people are here are pretty scared of me so I’d say your safe.”

“Why are they scared of you?”

“That’s something you can find out about when your older.”

“Ok”

“Wanna try going back to sleep?” He asks rubbing her back again.

“Yeah, but can I sleep with you and mommy tonight?” She asks, bottom lip jutted out as she gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. But only for tonight.” He sighs, standing he scoops her up before walking back to your bedroom and letting her crawl into bed first before sliding in after her. Snuggled up between the two of you she quickly falls back asleep completely unaware of you turning over to face them.

“She got you wrapped around her little finger mr.villain.” You joke quietly.

“Shut up.”

Teach that kid to talk

So Hina’s first word is either dada (because daddy’s girl) or she straight up just says a little jumbled version of fuck.

Now if her first word is dada you know damn well this man is proud as fuck. But this is his kid, she’s gotta have an edge to her. So not long after she starts saying a couple more words he sets to work. Every time you’re out leaving him alone with her, he’s got her seated on his lap as he stares at her very seriously.

“Hina come on you can say it. Say fuck.”

“Dada.” She gurgles followed by little giggles.

“Yeah I know you can say that. Come on say fuck. Say fuck for daddy.” He tried again even using a softer voice that could almost be considered baby talk. “Come on be a good little monster for daddy. Say fuck. Fu-ck.”

She just giggles and lets out happy little chirps or dada. This isn’t the end he keeps trying. He goes about this for another couple weeks. Until finally you’re happily playing with her, having a pretend conversation as she babbles nonsense and the few words she knows.

“What else can my baby say? Can she say mama?” You coax smiling at her. Dabi watches leaning on kitchen counter, picking at left overs you had saved him.

Then time stops, your cute, sweet, perfect little Angel of a daughter babbling away happily lets out a soft little “fwuck”

Your eyes widen, Dabi inhales and nearly chokes on his food and she giggles. You just stare at her trying to process if you heard her correctly. Dabi coughs loudly in the kitchen trying to clear his throat before finally bursting out in laughter. Not his normal little snort, or snicker, full on bent over can’t breathe laughter. You honestly can’t decide what’s more shocking, your baby cursing or the fact that Dabi is genuinely laughing. But that clears out quickly, as funny as it you can’t help but be a little ticked at him.

“Dabi?” You question calmly.

“Eh? What no Touya?” He says finally catching his breath.

“Fine, Touya, did you teach my baby to fucking curse!?”

Queue another little chirp of “fwuck!”

Feeding the monster.

Hina is a pretty good baby for the most part, she like many kids has her moments where she melts down but she generally good. Feeding her isn’t hard at all, at first. When it was just a bottle Dabi would usually find his spot on the couch lean against the armrest, pull his knees up some and prop her up there and hold the bottle for her. He’d adjust the way she sat as needed always making sure that she was ok. Solid food is a whole different ball game for this man.

You leave him to feed her while you take a much needed long and hot bath.

He’s got her set up in her little high chair, little bowl filled with, honestly he’s not sure what it is he wasn’t listening when you told him what it was but it smells good. Hina makes a grabby hand for the small spoon he has, frowning when he pulls it away. She lets out a dissatisfied huff of not getting her item.

“Calm it you little monster, I’m gonna give you your food.” He grunts.

She impatiently bangs her tiny fists on the tray of the chair and let out little grunts and huffs. Scooting closer to her he takes a little spoonful and over it to her. When she just stares at him he moves it closer letting it touch her lips for a moment before she finally opens to accept it. He repeats this process a few times, awkwardly moving his arm around when she tries to steal the spoon again. It’s going pretty good, she’s got some food on her face from turning her head away and smacking the spoon but not to bad.

Then she decides she’s pretty much done. Little hands grab at the spoon more insistently spilling it on the tray and at some points managing to grab it enough to have it flick food back on him when she lets go. Annoyance rolls off him in heavy waves when he makes the absolutely stupid mistake of setting the little bowl down to wipe the food off his face. The bowl immediately is knocked off the tray as she tries to grab at it but is just a little short. It falls, spills is contents on his shirt and pants as it goes tumbling to the floor leaving a little trail of food behind it.

“And we’re fucking done here.” He grumbles getting her out of the chair.

The moment he picks her up little food covered hands and her little face are are all over him. She presses her littler version of opened mouth kisses all over his cheek smearing more food on him while her little hands grab at his hair and shirt.

Stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in your robe you go to head into the bed room but stop and turn around again. Slapping a hand over your mouth you try your best to it laugh at him, standing there daughter now held away from as he grumbles at her. Both of them covered in food.

“Don’t you dare fucking laugh.” He snaps when he sees you.

“Would you like some help?”

“No id like to just stand here covered in food.”

“If you’re gonna be an ass I’m not gonna help you.” You growl pointedly, he deflated slightly as that finally pulling her back towards him as she starts to fuss. “Did she actually eat it or just cover the two of you in it?”

“She fuckin ate don’t worry not hurry up.”

[tangledinmdzs]

Hi I hope you're doing well! May I request a headcanon how the juniors would react to you sleeptalking?

hi hi!

thank you! i hope you’re doing well too~ and why yes of course

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Lan Sizhui

Sizhui doesn’t think that he hears it right, at first

because you were supposed to be asleep

yet,

“i love...” you mumble softly, drooling against your pillow

and Sizhui turns at the sound of your voice, however soft, drawing to you like a moth to a flame,

when he’s laying on his side facing you, he sees your sleeping face, 

sleepily, Sizhui wonders that maybe he is just a tad bit delusional, a tad bit too infatuated, to be thinking and remembering your voice even in this heady dreamy state of mid-wake

“...love a lot...”

Sizhui’s eyes blink, rapidly, almost slowly, as he tries to focus on whether that was just his head making up sounds or that you were actually sleep talking

“love you, love you,” 

Sizhui hears clear, gentle

and if that weren’t enough

this sleepy press of your lips against his chest, is more than proof of what and who you were talking about in your sleep

and Sizhui, with his own sleepiness clinging to his actions,

pulls you close into his arms,

lands a solid kiss at the crown of your head as well

he won’t wake you from sleep 

Lan Jingyi

ever since Jingyi found out about your very endearing habit of sleep talking, 

he’s learned to really really like playing the trick of pretending to hold a conversation with you

because

well

that’s such a Jingyi thing

and also, he couldn’t help it!! you say the darnest things!!

e.g.:

“fishes don’t ever feel wet because they’re always in water,” you’d mumble and then dig your face into your pillow or his arm

“pink popsicles are superior,” 

even though the temperature had dropped low tonight you’re somehow talking about popsicles

Jingyi will take to humming along or adding into your weird pieces of dialogue

and when he asks you about it in the morning you never remember

practically don’t even believe him

so he records it

and now he has this embarrassing 15 min mumble jumble recording of you sleep talking about Weiner dogs or something equally obscure

it’s great blackmail material

but also the easiest way to get a smile on his face in general

Jin Ling

you’re an active sleeper with Jin Ling

because you move around a lot

duh, what was everyone else thinking about lelelele

anyways, between your hand slaps and night monologues, Jin Ling is awoken up more than a few times in the night 

your sleep talking is usually a few short minutes of incoherent mumbling and babbling, 

which usually Jin Ling’s trick of pulling you into his arms and hugging you tight should quell

but some nights

sometimes,

there’s some weird, somber truths in between your mumblings 

“be good...always be good to Jin Ling...be best for him...”

he doesn’t remember when or why or what had even caused you to say things like that a few nights ago

but maybe it had been a culmination of things

from the stress of meeting his family,

to the title of being his finacee

whatever fears and worries that you share in your sleepiness

even when you don’t talk about it when you wake

Jin Ling makes sure to reassure you

so that in dreamland,

where you meet him

you both can be happy

Ouyang Zizhen

Zizhen and you often talked late into the night

so sometimes when you do sleep talk

it’s hard for him to tell whether it’s your sleepy talk or you actually sleep talking

because his brain is quite muddled as well, that late into the night

anyhow, 

sleep talking with him

normally will not wake him

i just get this feeling that Zizhen is a pretty deep sleeper, so small noises like that probably won’t wake him up as fast as like a nuzzle into the chest or something 

but in the times when he catches you sleep talking

he quietly listens

just because of the curiosities that he always has of you

and as you mumble nonsense (some times things that make too much sense) into his chest,

his hand will pat your head,

lull you to a peaceful quiet sleep

and he’ll turn over all the words you say

even if they don’t make sense

or have anything important

everything you say

always means something to Zizhen