#They Were Roommates

[hyperfixatingsohardrn]

GAY NEWS!

[mothsaresc4ry]

Hdksbdjabs

Enid: Do you think she’ll like it?

Yoko: It looks cute but I don’t think Wednesday likes to wear anything baggy. I think it’s just you.

Enid: But it has a cute wolf and raven print on the front!

Yoko: I think she’ll appreciate a size S than an L.

They hear the door opening and Enid quickly bundles the gift under her shirt

Wednesday: Hello- OH MY GOD!

Enid: What?!

Wednesday: My love….. are you… pregnant?

Enid looks down and realizes her mistake

Enid thinking: Come on Enid just tell the truth. No need to hide this gift from her. She’ll probably like it a lot.

Enid: It’s Yoko’s.

Wednesday: What?!

Yoko: WHAT?!

[fliexx]

Thangyu :D

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MLM

werewolf au

Squid game never happened 

Se-mi best girly 

Se-mi smokes cigarettes 

Jealous Thanos of Min su

Min su being dragged into drama

Suggestive / smut later 😏

Friends to lovers 

Roommates but they sleep in the same bed ( totally makes sense :)

Namgyu knows about wearwolf Thanos

Thanos can retract his ears and tail 

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“ ah—OH! and then Min-su started talking about some bullsh*t like I’m ‘too clingy,’ like—WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?? I hate his guts man..but then he gave me some cookies so I kinda forgave him. I mean, what else do you do when you get food as an apology gift? After that, me and Min-su. . .” 

Thanos never thought he’d feel so possessive of his ‘best friend’ until now.

Namgyu’s rambling went on to deaf ears as Thanos drifted into thought. For someone Namgyu supposedly “hates”, he talks about him a whole lot. It was pissing him off at this point. Every other topic, Min-su this, Min-su that��but Thanos tried to ignore it. instead, he focused on what Nam-Gyu’s hand was currently doing; scratching behind Thanos’s ear. 

Nam-Gyu’s body tangled with his, Thanos arms wrapped around his waist as he subconsciously pulled the other closer. He noticed that Nam-Gyu managed to keep his sweater sleeves up closer to his knuckles even while giving Thanos’ affection. His constant sweater paws itched a scratch right in his brain.

Nam-Gyu’s warm breath hitting Thanos’s sensitive furry ear while he absentmindedly rambles off, it all made it even harder to pay much attention to what he was saying, the other man’s hands occasionally pitching Thanos’s neck when he notices the unfocused expression on his face.

With how close the two of them are, Thanos mind drifts to certain moment Nam-Gyu talked about earlier.

-

Sh*t, what time is it? It’s probably midnight…no doubt a full moon. A horrible time for a werewolf to be out and about.

And yet, here Thanos was, carried away partying and getting high with Nam-Gyu all night—which was partly interrupted a few times due to Thanos growling at anyone he saw as a threat or someone getting too close to his best friend. It wasn’t like it was a problem to the best friend in question, Nam-Gyu egging him on to go fight or kill someone. He was too high to actually understand what he was saying in the moment.

While walking (stumbling) back to their apartment, they spotted Min-su and Se-mi walking in their direction. Thanos wasn’t surprised. he smelled them before they came into view. He was too hammered to alert Nam-Gyu, so as soon as the shorter male saw them, he ran and gave Min-su and Se-mi (mostly Min-Su) a bear hug.

“OMG—MIN-SU, SE-MI! I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU GUY IN FOREVER! OH MY GOD, YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED AT THE CLUB TONIGHT—SO . . .” Nam-Gyu began to loudly ramble, retelling what had transpired beforehand. he didn’t notice Se-mi as she moved to stand by Thanos.

The way Nam-Gyu clinged to Min-su, tangling their arms together, casually closing off distance between their faces, acting like Thanos wasn’t there…it was starting to irk him. Thanos glared at Min-su the same way he glared at the men who had tried hitting on Nam-Gyu in the club. They were either dead or close enough to it.

Thanos struggled to keep his ears and tail from revealing themselves in public. He didn’t care about it that much, having already done so in a club crowd, but Nam-Gyu was worried about a bystander seeing him, so he kept it under wraps.

“WHAT’S TOO CLINGY? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN BI- wait is that a cookie? is it laced? Thanks Mi-suuu~” 

Se-mi watched as Mi-su tried to bribe Nam-Gyu off of him with snacks (which worked,) she noticed Thanos glaring daggers at the two of them—mostly Min-Su—with his hands balled into unconscious fists. Se-Mi smoked her cigarette before calling out to Nam-Gyu.

“ HEY Nam-Gyu! Looks like your dog’s got a problem with you being so touchy , shouldn’t you take him home to cheer him up?” Se-mi chuckled at the thought of calling Thanos a ‘dog,’ but it seemed Thanos didn’t find the humor in it, turning his deadly gaze towards the woman instead.

Se-Mi held her hands up in defense, just in time for Nam-Gyu to come over and save the day (night?). 

“ Aww…is my puppy jealous of little old Min-Su? you don’t have to be..C’mon, we can go home!” He cooed. While he dragged his werewolf boy away, Thanos was to flushed to notice Nam-Gyu sneaking a pill or two from Thanos’s cross necklace. 

-

That whole ordeal led to Nam-Gyu coddling Thanos the whole way home, making out in the doorway of their apartment, exchanging a plethora of kisses and hickeys on the couch, grinding against each other on the kitchen counter, and finally cuddling in Thanos’ bed.

Well—their bed, as Namgyu has been sleeping there for months, only going into his room for clothes and time to cool down after an argument with his ‘best friend’, which hardly happens.

Thanos had started to focus on the scent emitting from Nam-Gyu rather than the situation with Min-Su and Se-Mi. He smelt like a cross of roses and underlying weed. Not overwhelmingly, but just enough to calm Thanos’ senses.

Namgyu gently held Thanos’ chin in between his fingers, turning his face up and using his thumb to part his lips. He pressed a pill on Thanos’ tongue, much to the other man’s contentment.

“Does my puppy feel better?” Nam-Gyu asked, his tone almost belittling. And yet, it brought butterflies to Thanos’ stomach, the way he spoke without a care in the world about what that nickname does to him. 

How his smile always looked so sheepish. How his eyes were lidded, how he pulled his sleeves down until only his fingers showed. how he shivered a bit because of the cold temperature of their apartment.

Thanos eyes scanned every detail, everything itching into his brain until he couldn’t take it anymore. Thanos pinned Nam-Gyu to the bed, cutting off the man’s surprised gasp with a rough kiss. He couldn’t help but growl whenever he heard whimpers leave the other.

Nam-Gyu wasn’t sure where the sudden aggression had come from, but he was doing anything but complaining. 

“Ngh .. Su-Bong—“ He whined out. Hearing Nam-Gyu call him by his name flipped a switch that he wasn’t aware existed. Thanos’ growled before biting into Nam-Gyu’s neck, earning a shameless moan in return. He was being really loud, but neither of them cared enough to stop.

While he continued his assault on the smaller man’s neck, his tail thumped against the bedsheets. He couldn’t help the animalistic sounds that left his own mouth every time he felt the vibrations of Nam-Gyu’s whimpers. 

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Got Lazy :0

BETA EDITED !!!! -@jarijarii

[mothsaresc4ry]

VALENTINE'S DAY

Enid had planned this day since the last valentine's day. She made it her goal to make it the best date they ever had. Well.. better than the last one, since it almost ended in a murder.

AT THE VALENTINE'S CARNIVAL

Wednesday: No, Enid. I am not playing any of these *makes hysterical movements with her hands* stupid games

Enid: pleaaaase for me?

Wednesday: No. I fail to see the appeal of throwing sharp objects at a wall for cheap stuffed animals.

Enid: *gives her the best puppy eyes possible* But-

Wednesday: no.

Enid: HMPH okay. So what if I win you a scary one? Like... a creepy possessed-looking teddy bear?

Wednesday: go on..

Enid: *grabs four darts and throws each one of them very enthusiastically. Misses with every single one*

Enid: Oops.. hehe

Wednesday: *sighs* let me try. *takes a dart and effortlessly hits the bullseye*

Carnival Worker: *impressed* woah. Okay, pick your prize!

Wednesday: *points to the creepiest, most unsettling stuffed XXL bat* that one.

Enid: awww you're giving it to me??

Wednesday: *hands it over to her* no.. it's our child now.

Enid: *gasps absolutely overdramatically* we're co-parenting?!?!

Wednesday: *looks at Enid with her deadpan stare* unfortunately, yes *smirks slightly*

Enid: *tackles Wednesday into a hug* I love you!

Wednesday: *blushes* oh.. I- I love you too, cara mia

[creepst-crypt]

Wouldn’t it be horrible if he’d witnessed something so scary while in Gravity Falls that he makes a memory gun and ends up using too much to the point he loses his own self identity for the next 30 years and never returns home.

[lambjurk]

So like,,,,, definitely didn’t JUST fight in the Honda Odyssey

[crabbys-stuff]

They indeed match each others freak

[deadsetobsessions]

Short DPXDC prompt #2, from @stealingyourbones.

“It’ll be good for you!” Dick threw an arm around Tim’s shoulders as he beamed his way through Gotham U’s campus.

“I could have done this online. They have virtual degrees. I could have hacked my way into one.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get the authentic experience!”

The group arrived at the dorm building, one of many, and Damian gave it a dubious once over.

“If this is authentic, I refuse to be a part of the locals.” Damian quietly remarked, before peering cautiously at Dick. “I have obtained my degrees. I do not need this experience.”

“It’s really not that bad, guys.”

“How would you know? You went to Blüdhaven for college.” Tim retorted with the voice of a young man resigned to despair. “You lived off campus and your door pin was Zitka’s birthday, month first then date second.”

“… Tim, why the fuck do you know that.”

“When I knocked on your door, that was just common courtesy. I didn’t actually need you to open it. I could have opened it myself.”

Dick’s smile brightens even further, with the light of an LED bulb instead of his usual sun, and places a hand on Tim’s head. “You’re creepy sometimes, you know that?”

“And you’re careless sometimes, you know that?” Tim groused. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s just get this over with. I can’t believe I’m going to have a roommate.”

“It’ll be fun! And if it isn’t, you can always swap roomies. We have enough pull to have that happen.”

“Doubtlessly.” Damian said. “This campus barely passes the bar of acceptability. Why is the campus like this. Why is it incorporated into the city.”

Tim smirked. Even though Damian spoke with formal language only found in the highest of echelons of society, Jon’s influence was beginning to make itself known. Good for him, the little shit. Privately, Tim thought the presence of a Kryptonian brought out the better sides of a bat. God knows Kon did, for him.

“Okay, enough whining you two! Let’s get Tim settled in.”

Tim elbowed Dick in the gut and kept walking into the building as his big brother wheezed dramatically. Damian rolled his eyes- he’s seen Nightwing take harder hits than Drake’s pointy elbows and walk it off- and followed. Unbeknownst to them, Dick all but beamed with joy at their solidarity. His plan was working.

——

Tim settled into the dorm, disgruntled at the small and uncomfortable twin mattress. The dorm smelt of faint mildew, had at least ten safety code violations, and had ventilation that probably hasn’t been cleaned since the last fear gas attack. The vent thing honestly might explain the state of Gotham U’s students and their proclivities to become supervillains. Tim is more tempted to go into villainy than ever before with these conditions.

That is, until his roomie walked in.

Step 1) reboot brain.

Holy shit, his roomie was HOT.

Step 2) notice all the weird things his roomie all showed unconsciously. Too graceful. Walking carefully, like how Kon does sometimes when he’s remembering to be careful with his fragile surroundings. Meta? Too sharp teeth.

Wait. Sharp teeth?

“Uh, hi. I’m Danny. You must be my roommate. Tim, right?” The guy, Danny, had a deep voice. And too sharp teeth. Because he smiled. It was a damn nice smile.

Step 3) bi panic. DID TIM MENTION HE WAS HOT??

“Uh. Hi. Yeah, I’m Tim.”

“Cool. What’re you majoring in?”

“Forensic Analysis. You?”

“Aerospace engineering.”

They looked at each other awkwardly. “Cool, I’m just gonna set my stuff down.”

“You’re not from here, right?” Tim asked and promptly flushed when an amused smile gets thrown his way.

“The accent give it away?”

“Yeah. Uh. You want a tour, man?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

——

It was flashes of things.

“Oh. I don’t go anywhere without my thermos.” Danny smiled, patting the dented thing. Except, Tim’s never seen him drink from it.

Or:

“Oh, woah. Food’s not attacking me.” And the thing is, Danny actually looked apprehensive before poking at the cafeteria food.

What??

And a month passes before Tim realizes he’s one hundred percent absolutely fucked.

Because it’s one thing if it’s an extremely attractive dork with brains and humor.

It’s an entirely different thing if the extremely attractive dork with brains and humor was a complete and total mystery. Tim is an absolute sucker for mysteries. It’s even more attractive than smacking him in the face with a brick!

“Hey, Tim?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Tim screamed at himself. He’s dated like fifteen different people! Why the hell is he so awkward with Danny?

(Tim was always awkward. He has that autistic rizz.)

“Tell me more about blood splatters?” Danny asked with a hopeful smile. Tim folded like wet paper. (It helps that he knows a lot- too much- about analyzing blood splatters.)

——

Outside of their window, Nightwing cackled to himself. It was worth using the Wayne name to get Tim the most interesting college kid Dick could find as a roommate. Who said Tim had the market corner on stalking anyways?

Nightwing flipped off of the roof, all but skipping home.

Robin, his patrol partner for the night, grimaced. For all Richard was his favorite, the man unsettled him at times.

[turnipoddity]

TURNIPODDITY.....

drop another HOUSE MD and my Life is yours.....

give me your soul

[babydipper]

“How did you know how to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Stitch me up.”

“It's just sewing.”

“And the IV?”

Jazz’s mouth opens, then closes as she also closes her eyes. He lets her think about the answer, a good enough lie. “A friend had a doctor phase a few years ago. We would try to do a lot of things on fake skin before she moved on to tattooing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am telling the truth. Look, I had- I had a weird childhood, so sometimes I had to improvise.”

“No, I believe you,” he says, and he means it. It's so stupid she couldn't make it up. There's also a part of his still light-headed brain that can translate weird childhood and improvise into what it truly means. Maybe she has lied, but not about the thing he thought she would, and it counts for something. The wind on the roof gives him shivers. “Why would you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Help me out. It's none of your business.”

Jazz watches him attentively and there's something about it that makes his muscles tense, body fully ready to jump. She tilts her head just slightly. “We live together,” she points out as if it explains everything. As always, it doesn't. Then she bites her lip. “I- I have never had anyone to catch me if I fall. I guessed you don't have anyone like this either.”

It hits him harder than the fucking bullet last night. “You think I would catch you.”

Jazz smiles and it's full of mischief. Then, like a fucking psycho she is, she leans back out the edge of the building.

He has her arm in an iron grip before he can think about it and pulls so hard, she stumbles forward and falls onto him, laughing, bouncing back like a tennis ball. “Are you fucking insane?”

Jazz just laughs harder, her forehead on Jason's chest, her arm still firmly kept in his hand. “Now we both know you would catch me.”

“You are so full of shit,” he grumbles, but the vibration on his skin manages to calm his heart back to a rational tempo. “You could have died.” It makes her burst out into a fit of giggles. “I got shot last night, you dipshit, I wouldn't be able to jump after you.” Not to mention the lack of proper equipment.

“Sorry I needed an outlet after literally saving your ass.”

Jason closes his eyes, trying to contain the laughter, “I will push you.” The wound was on his inner thigh, not his ass, so she can fuck right off for all he cares.

“I'd like to see you try,” she bites back. “You should have this checked out, by the way. Are you even vaccinated?”

“No need to.”

“I'll drive,” she gets off him, deaf to anything he says, and starts to climb down.

Jason follows. She doesn't even know the address. “Like hell, you will.” The story on AO3

[br4e1yn]

The worst person you know is actually a bisexual

[hyperfixatingsohardrn]

Viktor smells like Jayce Talis it’s canon

[pandorianbastard]

Jayvik cosmic horror au

Okay, once I saw some amazing Jayvik art by @attckher and I was like HELL YEAH! It inspired me to create something with similar vibe, cuz I'm a big fan of Annihilation (mostly the book version). I'll leave this fanart here for now, but I'd really love to write an Arcane x Annihilation crossover fanfiction as well.

[schpect]

kissgirls

[incorrectdarmok]

[ID by @sage-was-stolen:

Images are from the "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episode "Darmok".

First image: A closeup of Picard as he speaks to a wounded Dathon, in an attempt to comfort him. Captions are added that read: "And... they were roommates."

Second image: A closeup of Dathon responding and smiling while laid down. Captions are added that read: "(Laughing) They were roommates!"

End ID]

[cas-dyke]

sometimes i wish cas could’ve seen how dean was doing during times he was “dead”, just so he could know how devastatingly and entirely loved he was. like, if he saw dean being fully suicidal every time cas disappeared, i feel like he would have no choice but to see that he meant everything something

the face of a man who is coping well with the loss of a buddy