#faceplants onto the carpet

[solifloris]

tbh you guys should know that i use the lines "i love you." "and i love you." a lot in my fics (and also recently in you look wonderful tonight), and you have to understand that it's founded on this thing i have with my closest friends where sometimes saying "i love you" with the modifier "too" makes it feel less intimate of a reply because it may feel like an afterthought? so we say "and i love you" instead, because it punctuates on the "i love you" part and makes it feel more intentional and more genuine—it's not just "too" which sometimes gives the vibes "yeah, you said it first so ofc, i love you too", it's and. a coordinating conjunction. something you use to connect ideas. you love me? yes, and, i love you.

...SO BASICALLY WHAT I'M SAYING IS THAT ZAYNE WOULD DO THIS. OKAY. HE WOULD. HE WOULD BECAUSE HE MIGHT NOT BE GOOD WITH WORDS BUT HE'S GOING TO FIND THE SMALLEST SUBTLEST WAYS TO CONVEY HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO HIM OK HE WOULD. HE WOULD AND HIS BIRTHDAY EVENT IS PROOF. I KNOW. THE DEVS TOLD ME.

[pucksandpower]

Meet Me at the Met

Lewis Hamilton x up-and-coming singer!Reader

Summary: in which you go head over heels (quite literally) during the most important event of the year and end up right at the feet of none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton himself

Warnings: minor injury

The roar of the crowd hits you like a tidal wave as you step onto the iconic themed carpet of the Met Gala. Flashing bulbs from countless cameras nearly blind you as you blink rapidly, trying to adjust. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it thrumming in your throat.

“Over here, honey!” A photographer calls out, gesturing for you to turn towards him. You pivot gracefully, the layers of shimmering tulle from your Maison Margiela gown swirling around you.

“Work it! Look this way, sweetheart!” Another shouts, snapping shot after shot.

You take a steadying breath, channeling every ounce of confidence you can muster. This is your first Met Gala, the biggest night of your fledgling music career so far. One misstep could be disastrous.

Your publicist Samantha appears at your side, perfectly put together as always in a sleek sheath dress. “You’re doing great,” she murmurs with an encouraging smile. “Just keep smiling and be yourself.”

Nodding, you continue gliding down the iconic path, pausing at the designated spots to pose for the ravenous paparazzi. An elegant string of Bulgari emeralds adorns your neck, glittering mesmerizingly under the bright lights.

“Miss! To your left please!”

You turn obediently, the intricate beadwork on your deep blue-green gown catching the flashes. Despite the oppressive late spring humidity, you refuse to let a single drop of sweat show. This night is too important.

After what feels like an eternity, a security guard appears to usher you up the final flight of stairs and into the main event. With a brilliant smile plastered on your face, you make your way carefully up the steps, lifting the delicate train of your dress to keep from tripping.

Suddenly, one sparkly heel catches on the fabric and you’re thrown off balance. Unable to catch yourself, you tumble head over heels back down the stairs, gasping in shock and pain as you land hard on the ground.

There’s a collective intake of breath from the crowd as you blink up at the bright lights, thoroughly stunned. Your vision is blurred and there’s a sharp throbbing in your head. When you try to push yourself up, bolts of agony shoot through your right wrist.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” A deep, accented voice sounds from beside you.

You turn your head and your breath catches in your throat. Crouched beside you in an exquisitely tailored double breasted suit and wool coat is arguably the most handsome man on the planet. His beautiful coffee-colored eyes are filled with concern as he reaches out to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I … I think so,” you manage to stammer out, though your pounding head begs to differ. “Just clumsy, I guess.”

Despite the sheepish grin you attempt, a wince of pain crosses your features as you shift positions. Lewis’ brow furrows and he places one large hand on your bare shoulder to keep you still.

“Easy there, love. Don’t try to move just yet,” he soothes in that rich baritone that has melted millions of hearts. “You took quite a nasty fall.”

You nod mutely, unable to tear your widened eyes away from his handsome face. This couldn’t be happening … could it? Did you really just faceplant in front of the entire world and, perhaps more importantly, your celebrity crush?

“S-Sorry,” you whisper, utterly mortified. “I’m usually much more graceful than this, I swear.”

Lewis chuckles warmly and you feel your cheeks flush. “No need to apologize, darling. These things happen to the best of us.”

Nearby, Samantha is frantically trying to wave over security and a medic, her expression pinched with worry. You groan quietly as another stab of pain lances through your skull. Definitely a concussion, if your swimming vision is any indication.

“Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Lewis murmurs, rising fluidly to his feet.

Before you can protest, he slips one arm behind your back and the other under your knees, cradling you gently against his firm chest. You suck in a shocked breath at the sudden movement, instinctively reaching up to grab onto his shoulders for stability. His Burberry suit is buttery soft under your fingers.

“Whoa … y-you really don’t have to carry me,” you stammer out as he easily lifts your frame.

Those rich brown eyes meet yours with an amused glint. “I insist. Can’t have one of the brightest new voices in music getting any more hurt, can we?”

You bite your lip shyly, unable to hold back a small smile of wonderment. Is this really happening right now?

“I’ll be fine, honestly,” you try again as Lewis maneuvers around the gathered crowd, heading for a discreet exit with Samantha close behind. “Just a little banged up.”

“Your wrist is already swelling, love,” he points out with a frown. “Best to get it checked properly, yes?”

“I … yeah, okay,” you acquiesce quietly, not having the energy or brainpower to argue with him further.

The two of you disappear through a door and down a mercifully empty hallway, leaving the stunned crowd and flashing cameras behind. Samantha is rapidly conversing with security to locate the nearest medic station.

“Thank you,” you murmur, letting your head rest wearily against Lewis’ shoulder. Up close, he smells incredible — like crisp bergamot and just a hint of expensive cologne. “For helping me, I mean. I’m sure you had better things to do tonight than playing knight in shining armor.”

Lewis smiles down at you, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter unexpectedly. “What a coincidence, I just so happen to be a knight.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling shy under his warm gaze. “Lucky for me then, I suppose.”

“Indeed,” he agrees with a wink. “Though I can’t take all the credit. That dress is clearly too stunning for us mere mortals to handle.”

A watery giggle slips past your lips before you can stop it. Even slightly concussed and in quite a bit of pain, you can’t deny that foreign flutters are dancing in your stomach just from being in Lewis’ presence. He’s even more charming in person than you ever could have dreamed.

“You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton,” you tease lightly. “But I’ll be sure to leave the couture gowns at home next time.”

Lewis opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by Samantha hurrying over with a young medic in tow, his kit already open. The worried expression on her face deepens when she sees your obviously injured wrist cradled against your chest.

“Thank god you have her,” she exhales in relief, nodding towards Lewis. “What do we know so far?”

“Took a pretty hard fall down those stairs,” Lewis explains calmly as the medic kneels down to begin his assessment. “She was unconscious for a moment and seems to have injured her wrist as well.”

You wince as the medic gently prods along your forearm. “Definitely a sprain at the very least,” he confirms. “And with the way her pupils are reacting ...”

He shines a small light into both your eyes, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’d say mild concussion too. We should get her to the infirmary for further evaluation, just in case.”

Hearing his words, a small wave of panic crashes over you. Missing any part of tonight because of this would be devastating. You force yourself to sit up straighter, ignoring the way the room spins sickeningly.

“No, no I’ll be fi-”

“You’re not going anywhere but to get checked out properly,” Lewis cuts you off firmly, placing a staying hand on your shoulder. His expression brooks no argument. “Head injuries are nothing to mess around with, love.”

You open your mouth to protest again, but Samantha quickly interjects. “He’s absolutely right. We’re not taking any chances with your health.”

As much as you hate to admit it, they do have a point. If your condition really is as serious as the medic suggests, it could be dangerous to simply brush it off. You let out a resigned sigh, wilting back against Lewis’ sturdy chest.

“I suppose you’re ri-”

Before you can finish your sentence, a sudden dizzy spell washes over you. Bile rises in your throat as the room tilts crazily. Your voice trails off into an anguished groan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting off waves of nausea.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re getting you looked at immediately,” Lewis declares. He shifts you effortlessly in his arms and strides down the hallway, the medic and Samantha hurrying to keep up.

The rest of the journey to the infirmary is a blur. You’re vaguely aware of being transferred to a gurney and giving the doctor on staff your information. Lewis’ worried face keeps appearing in your line of vision, his voice a soothing balm against the incessant pounding in your skull.

Finally, the doctor confirms that while your concussion isn’t serious, you definitely need to be monitored overnight. A brace is fitted around your sprained wrist and you’re given strict instructions on managing the symptoms over the next few days. Throughout it all, Lewis remains stubbornly by your side, declining offer after offer to return to the main event.

Thoroughly drugged and exhausted by this point, you can barely keep your eyes open as a wheelchair is brought over to transport you out to the car waiting area. Lewis helps you into it carefully, crouching down in front of you with a tender expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble miserably, gesturing vaguely to your bandaged wrist and slightly dazed state. “I’ve completely ruined your whole night … your entrance, your photo ops … everything.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head adamantly. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. I’d take meeting someone as wonderful as you over all of that any day.”

You blink up at him in surprise, an embarrassed blush staining your cheeks. Did he really just say that? Lewis Hamilton, world famous athlete and heartthrob, thinks you’re wonderful?

“Still,” you protest weakly. “This is supposed to be your night to shine. And now you’re stuck playing nurse for a clumsy fool.”

Lewis arches an eyebrow sternly. “I think you’ve bumped your head around a bit too much, darling. That’s no way to speak about yourself.”

He reaches out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingertips grazing your flushed cheek with unexpected tenderness. Your breath catches in your throat at the gentle gesture.

“Missing out on some silly party is more than worth it to me if I got to meet someone as lovely as you,” Lewis continues honestly. His eyes are filled with sincerity. “The only thing I’m upset about is that you were the one who got hurt.”

You’re rendered speechless for a long moment, completely disarmed by his words. Never in a million years could you have imagined this kind of scenario playing out tonight. Is this all really happening?

Finally, you manage a weak smile, blushing furiously under his warm regard. “You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton.”

“Please, call me Lewis,” he insists with a wink. “And let me know where you’re staying, yeah? I’ll come by tomorrow to check on how you’re doing myself.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you quickly scramble to recall the name of your hotel. “U-Um, the Lotte New York Palace,” you stammer out shyly. “But you really don’t have to do that ...”

Lewis waves off your protest easily, rising to his feet with a soothing grin. “Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll be by with some breakfast to make sure my favorite new artist is being properly taken care of.”

With a final wink and dazzling smile, he steps aside to allow an assistant to wheel you towards the exit. Your head is still swimming, though you can’t blame it entirely on the concussion this time.

Did Lewis Hamilton, actual living legend, really just say he was coming to check on you tomorrow?

You allow yourself a tiny, bewildered smile as the night breeze washes over your heated cheeks. Somehow, despite all the mishaps, this crazy night had turned into something straight out of the kind of romantic comedy you secretly loved.

Perhaps falling on your face in front of the entire world wasn’t so disastrous after all.

[sweetbabyrayn]

he's all done! my sweet boy has been given eyes and fluffed up, so he's a nice squishy and huggable friend. Konpeito (he/they) was my first full sized furby, and at the time, I was hesitant to customize any of the older gens. He was my first custom as well, I did his original design back in January/February, but decided now that I had gained some skills that I wanted to fix him up some more. I had also seen a thread on reddit where someone popped the leds out and since Konpeito wasn't working I figured it would be a safe way for me to practice taking apart and putting back together booms/12s. I'll put more info and photos of my process AND the before and after below the cut!

Konpeito's original skin and pattern! I bought him from an eBay listing for 8$. He had some pretty bad corrosion in his terminals, and despite getting it out, I was never able to get them to turn on. I suspect that he may have also had a faulty motor.

Konpeito's first faceplate design, I picked the colors from the fur from the tummy, but I wasn't the best at color matching. I'm still not tbf, but I did better the second time. I also wasn't ever too happy with their eyes, I found it difficult to paint well on the rounded surface.

Photos from when I was down on the floor cutting out the fabric for his new skin! I was silly and accidentally cut the fur going in the wrong direction but i was able to train it to go the other way.

His finished first custom! I did a big no-no on the first custom by sealing everything with nail polish. (It will yellow, crack, and break over time) Which meant taking non acetone nail polish remover when i stripped him of his old paint.

Priming the new paint job using gesso after sanding and removing all the old paint (this took me around four hours).

painting the intricate carpet design onto the face plate. This also took me hours. This was also before I had decided to go the alternate route of popping out the eyes in place for chips.

Next, it was time to mess with the internals and pop out their LEDS for some resin chips that I had ordered to go on top of a design I painted. This was MUCH easier than painting a rounded surface for me. Here is a link to the reddit thread where someone explained how to access and get out the leds. I suggest taking pictures of where every screw goes bc I did NOT take enough and ended up having extra screws at the end.

https://www.reddit.com/r/peeledfurby/s/IHA1GqKgGW

Then all that was left was sewing the new skin, finishing the ears and eyes, and putting him all back together!

[howlingday]

Jaune's Shampoo

Nevermore

"DAMMIT, NORA!" Jaune opened his shower door. As he exited, he noticed his body had drastically changed. Using a mixture of his shampoo and experimental goo found at the fiendish Dr. Merlot's laboratory, Nora had unwittingly created a mutagen just to prank her team leader.

As Jaune stepped from the shower, he suddenly lost his balance and fell forward. However, instead of faceplanting hard into the tiled floor, it was more like his face kinda... stuck to it. He felt a huge pressure on his face from his nose to his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was sort of... hovering. Off the ground.

He tried to push himself off the floor, only for his arms to sort of slide out, like he had no hands. Glancing to his side, he saw that he, in fact, did not have any hands. Instead of where his hand, arm, and skin were normally supposed to be, it was replaced by a huge, black wing, as dark and terrible as a night without the moon or the stars.

"HELP!" Jaune cried, only for his voice to uselessly echo back to him. He called again from his position on the bathroom floor, only to once again be met with his own voice, and nothing more.

"Jaune?" Oh, nevermind. Somebody did hear him. "You okay in there?"

"Uh... Not really." Jaune replied with discomfort in his voice.

"Well, are you decent?

"Uh... I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I, uh... I'm kinda stuck after I fell out of the shower."

"Uh oh! Should I get the nurse?"

"Maybe? I don't know, I'm kinda scared. Could you get someone from Team RWBY?"

"I am Ruby!"

"Oh. Well, um, if you could use your leadership powers to unlock the door first, that'd be great."

"My what?"

"Your leadership access. In case of an emergency, you can use your scroll to unlock student dorms."

"...You mean I could have been breaking into the bathroom while Weiss was showering this whole time? Because seriously, she takes all day and-"

"RUBY!"

"On it!" Ruby tapped around on her scroll until she found the leadership feature and tapped the unlock application. "Hey, Jaune, did you know it can also unlock garbage cAAAAAH!"

Jaune sighed. "Hi, Ruby."

"Jaune, what the heck happened to you?!"

"I'm stuck!"

"Yeah, I can see that, but how did you get turned into a bird?! You look like a person-sized Nevermore!"

"Do I?" Jaune asked. "I couldn't really tell because I'M STUCK ON THE GROUND! NOW HELP ME UP!"

"Okay, okay!" Ruby stepped in and looked around.

"Ruby? Ruby, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a towel." She answered. "I don't wanna, y'know, in case you're contagious."

"Ruby, I am stuck to the floor with my butt hanging in the air."

"Well, yeah, but what if you have bird germs?"

"RUBY!"

"Okay, fine!" Luckily, in the middle of their bickering, Ruby found a towel to put over Jaune's butt. "Ready? One... Two... Three!"

Ruby pulled as hard as she could, grunting as Jaune slowly lifted from the ground to a more hunched position, an improvement from his more... provocative appearance before. With a scraping sound, Jaune fell backwards onto Ruby, earning a squeak from her, followed by a groan.

"Thanks, Ruby." Jaune said, trying to stand, only to slip forward again. Thankfully, he landed chin-first, instead of beak-first. Rolling over he got a better look at himself. Save for his bare chest, Jaune's entire body did in fact look like a Nevermore. He flexed his talon toes, aweing at the strange sensation of downgrading from ten piggies to eight, with three in the front and one in the back on each foot. Flexing his arms, his wings gave a little flap. Looking between his legs, he saw Ruby rubbing her head. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She groaned, then standing up. "Wanna try standing again?"

"Uh, yeah, but, uh..." Jaune looked to the door leading to the shared dorm. "Could you help me walk to my bed?"

"Sure thing, Jaune."

Pulling him to his feet, Ruby slipped an arm under his wing and supported him in his slow, little bird footsteps to the dry and soft carpet floor. As she helped him, she became familiar with the smell of his shampoo. It was difficult to describe. At best, she could probably describe it as water and wood, which was dumb, but it was the best she could do, considering she was caring a guy to his bed, and he was somehow twice his normal size.

"Here we go." Ruby sat next to him, slowly easing him into his bed. Or, well, she hoped it was his bed, or this was going to be very awkward to explain. I mean, the whole thing was awkward, but-

"Huh?" Ruby felt something moving around behind her head. Looking to Jaune, she saw him leaning back and twirling his 'beak' into the back of her hair. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Sorry." Jaune pulled away. "Your hair looked like it needed a brush or something, so..."

"Oh, uh, well... Go ahead." Ruby leaned forward a bit. "I don't mind it."

"Thanks."

Nora looked through the crack in the door. Above her, Yang was recording everything on her scroll. It was weird that this was the result of Nora's earlier prank, but hey, at least they got this cute video to share with everybody. And to be honest, Yang couldn't remember the last time Ruby looked this happy.

[roseytheangel]

I am here!

Eleventh day here!

Hope everyone likes it:

It was freezing cold outside to say the least. Most of 1-A had dashed outside at the mere sight of the snow while the others stayed in side nice and warm. The snow thrown and used to be built freezing fingers off at different speeds as the lazy winter wind ran through.

Meanwhile inside the fire blazed as the more “sensible” members of 1-A spoke. The chatter almost heard over the warm glare of the fire as a forgotten movie could be heard in the background.

Iida glanced outside in slight worry as he poked his head out the blanket river he placed himself in, “you think we should check on them..?” He said in slight worry before momo sighed, “it is getting late.. and bakugou is almost done with dinner…”.

Uraraka sighed, resting back onto the pillow fortress she made with the help of shoji, who was now resting in said pillow fortress with Tsu and tokoyami. She looked outside before jumping back at the snowball that was thrown at the window.

“Come outside you cowards!” They heard denki yell as he threw another snow ball, jiro shaking her head before burying herself back in blankets, “leave them..” she muttered, “they’ll get bored of us eventually..”

—

After a few minutes they heard them leave and sighed, finslly able to properly rest. Bakugou walked back in with a very upset Satou.

“Deal with this idiot. He almost killed me.” Bakugou said before throwing the grumpy satku towards the pillow fort, knocking it over like bowling pins in a bowling alley. Satou sighed, “sorry… I kinda burnt the crème brûlée..” he muttered as iida patted his back, “it’s ok we know you didn’t mean to.”

—

After a while the door opened and in trudged a cold wet and tired other members of 1-A. Izuku whined and he faceplanted into the sofa, Denki only just making in to the warm carpet before deciding a nap.

-

Hope you all enjoyed! Bye!!

[strawbubbysugar]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pillowspace I MADE IT JUST UNDER THE WIRE- ENJOY THIS FRANKENFATE AU BIRTHDAY SNIPPET !!!

(Under readmore!)

“Can I come in yet?” Vale sat against their bedroom door, arms crossed, head back as they stared at the ceiling. It was a particularly sunny, warm day, the sort of day that had fluffy white clouds rolling across the sky, high enough that no shadows were cast. If it were up to them, they would’ve been out in their- .. THE forest, helping Sun look for his crown, as they usually spent their days.

However, today they’d been tasked to stay in their room while their unexpected roommate (well, one of them) worked on something secret. They didn’t have a single clue as to what it could’ve been, though with all the banging sounds and the occasional hushed whisper, they weren’t feeling too optimistic.

“June!” They shouted at the door, shutting their eyes and groaning. “JUNE, I JUST HEARD YOU DROP A FULL BOWL.”

“YOU DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING, YOU’RE IMAGINING THINGS. YOU’RE LITERALLY CRAZY. YOU’RE ACTING CRAZY.” June shouted back, accompanied by the sound of something heavy being dropped back onto the counter.

Vale heard the hushed whispers of Sun, who had asked if he could help- to which June had delightedly agreed that yes, he could! They could vaguely hear June whispering ‘that’s gaslighting, but I’m doing it as a joke so it’s okay. Yeah don’t worry about it big guy.’

They chuckled and rolled their eyes. June was still getting used to this time period, something that still baffled them to no end. There seemed to be plenty of modern conveniences that were so commonplace, so ingrained in daily life, that June barely had the words to describe them.

A machine that washed and dried your clothing for you was simple enough to understand, but a machine that would let you speak to someone far away, that also showed you images of them, as they spoke, as if they were there? That did about a million other things as well, the least of which involving a light brighter than a candle coming from the front of it? The device had been broken upon June’s arrival, and Vale still wasn’t entirely convinced they weren’t pulling their leg about it.

They’d had enough of simply sitting there staring at the ceiling, zoning out in between clangs and hushed whispers. They began to stand up, though they had unfortunately begun to do so the moment the door was opened, knocking them forward after wobbling on their feet.

“Oh, shit! Dude, fuck, sorry!” June gripped under their arms, helping them to stand up, much to Vale’s chagrin.

They dusted themselves off, the only real injury sustained being to their ego as June had watched them faceplant into their carpet, ass over teakettle. “You’re oddly light on your feet for someone who never does put their laces.”

June snorted, grinning their usual lopsided, cheeky smile. “And you’re oddly easy to push over with a door. Were you just sitting there listening??”

“No, I was sitting there awaiting permission to enter the rest of MY house.” They shot back, though their annoyance was undercut by the clear tone of amusement in their voice. “What were you two doing out there?”

“Jeez dude I woulda left you, like, a book or a flower to look at if I’d known you were just gonna sit there.”

“What did you think I’d do??”

June paused for a moment, frozen as they did what June had once called ‘loading’, while they registered what Vale had asked and formulated a response.

“Uh.” They smiled, though a bit more sheepishly now. “Man, I dunno! I thought you’d knit or something!”

“Knit??”

“Something old-timey, yeah!”

“You don’t have knitting in your time???”

“Wh- yeah, we do, but it’s like.. a grandma hobby. I think it’s coming back into fashion though.”

Vale shook their head, once again rendered speechless by June’s nonsense.

“No, June, I didn’t knit. Can I leave the room?? I’d like some fresh air.”

June quickly blocked their way, arms spread out to the sides. Unfortunately for Vale, they did have the height advantage.

“Wait! Wait wait wait. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Ready to enter my own house??” They scrunched up their nose, eyes squinted in confusion as they placed their hands on their friend’s stomach, pushing them forward.

June didn’t budge, fingers hooked on the doorway to keep steady. “Are you ready for your SURPRISE!” He laughed. “Stop. I’m ticklish.”

Vale could practically hear the sound of Sun registering that information and saving it for later use, even from where he presumably was in the kitchen. Vale cracked a smile and shook their head. “Yes, I’m ready to both see my surprise, and clean up whatever mess you two made.”

“Oh come on, you know Sun was already all over that. I’ve never seen a dude more excited to wash a dish in my life.”

Vale chuckled at the idea. Taking favours from the gods certainly wasn’t something they’d ever do, not in a million years. However, June seemed more than happy to take whatever the god offered. It was more than once Vale had to stop them from agreeing to receive ridiculous, extravagant things in exchange for the two human’s assistance- worried that it would count as them taking the favour as well. However, once Sun had promised to clarify when something was a friendly gesture and when something was a godly boon, June had been allowed to accept as much help as they’d like.

Though Vale still wouldn’t be partaking. Just in case.

June let them through under their arm, grinning with delight and waving their hands in clenched fists at their sides. They’d called it ‘stimming’, once. Vale had tried it and had to admit that it felt nice to get that energy out, but found they preferred to keep their limbs under control. They glanced back to them with furrowed brows, beginning to grow nervous about the supposed surprise. It couldn’t possibly be.. no. It couldn’t. They hadn’t told a soul.

Stepping around the corner, they were greeted by their divine housemate, as he held out his hands in greeting.

“SURPRISE!” He beamed, flourishing his hands as small colourful sparks rained down from his fingers.

In front of him was a cake, lopsided and frosted in a manner that appeared not too dissimilar to the way Vale imagined a raccoon would frost a cake. Dollops of icing littered the edges in what seemed to have started as a pattern, but soon collapsed into complete chaos. The colour was somewhere between grey and blue, a result likely to be due to the berries used that also acted as decoration on the top, dotting their own pieces of frosting. Coming closer, they saw the elegant cursive handwriting, as well as the smeared icing hastily scraped off from previous attempts that had been deemed less than perfect.

Happy Birthday Friend!

Vale blinked several times in surprise, glancing between Sun, who was still beaming, and the cake. “I .. I didn’t tell either of you that it was my birthday, how did you ..”

“I’m the god of day!” Sun piped up. “And it is a birthDAY! Stands to reason that I would know each of them by heart!”

“Oh, I told Sun that if he told me when your birthday was, I’d take his favours and ask him to make dragons real.” June smiled, leaning their hands against the counter. Sun looked to them, eyebrow raised in confusion.

June quickly waved their hands at Vale when they saw the immediate flush of panic on their face, laughing worriedly. “WHOA WHOA IT WAS A GOOF ITS OKAY-“ their hands met Vale’s shoulders, steading them.

“Not funny-“ Vale groaned, head lolling back. “Gods, I felt my heart touch my feet.”

June chuckled, patting their head and mussing up their hair the second they were sure they had a solid footing once again. “Aw cmon, it was a little funny. I asked the baker in town, after he mentioned next week being special last week when we visited.”

“I should really ask him not to give away secrets to strangely dressed newcomers.” Vale muttered, glancing over their two odd companions. They looked over the cake and felt a fondness settle over them like a warm blanket.

These two had really put in far more effort into this cake than necessary. They’d tried so hard on it, and while it wasn’t perfect, it was clearly a labour of love. The sort that sent warm fuzzies to Vale’s cheeks at the thought that their friends would do this for them.

“.. but thank you. Truly. It looks .. delicious.” They smiled warmly at the both of them, though they stumbled over the last word. Delicious wasn’t the first one they’d thought of.

They were surprised once again as they were pulled into a large, warm hug by June, soon followed by a Sun who had spent a good majority of the morning cooling himself down for this. He easily wrapped his arms around the two mortals and gave a gentle squeeze, earning an ‘eep!’ From Vale, and a laugh from June.

Eating the cake would be its own challenge later, but for now, the hug was its own gift, and one welcomed with open arms as Vale melted into their friend’s arms, closing their eyes and basking in the warmth.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and tripping over

how seventeen trip over the uneven sidewalk, basically

notes: inspired by me. who tripped over the sidewalk today. twice.

masterlist

seungcheol:

lets out a loud yelp the second his foot catches against the uneven slab of pavement they're walking on. grabs onto mingyu in front of him with so much force that the guy almost faceplants onto the floor. warns everyone behind him that the pavement is uneven, cries out like a human siren whenever someone looks like they're going to make the mistake he did and catch their foot against the concrete

jeonghan:

makes that cute "ah!" sound and stumbles over, but doesn't actually fall. the type to backtrack to the part of the floor that made him trip, wagging a finger and frowning as he scolds it. is all "hey, why did you make me trip over! why are you uneven!". tsks n shakes his head like he's disappointed in the pavement. tells the members the pavement is a little wonky, stands back and just watches as at least three of them still trip over it like he did

joshua:

in the most elegant way possible, he's basically like a baby deer. arms waving in the air and feet kicking upwards as he does a little hop and skip when his foot comes into contact with the uneven part to try and regain his balance. has fallen over onto his hands and knees 40% of the time. jeonghan laughs at him 100% of the time. makes that embarrassed face with his nose all scrunched as he smiles sweetly and tells jeonghan to kindly shut up

junhui:

doesn't trip over the pavement as much as he walks into things. once walked into all five street lamps they passed on the road bc he was too busy looking at his phone. made a surprised "oh" sound each time, before looking down at his phone and walking into a pole again. woozi dragged him from the edge of the pavement so that he was walking on the inside to prevent further incident. he ended up walking into a tree instead. 

hoshi:

saw the uneven paving stone as he was walking up to it, called out to the members to warn them of it, ended up tripping over it himself. had time to cry out, "hey guys, i'm falling over!" as his foot caught against it, but apparently didn't have time to hold out his arms to balance himself. thankfully he didn't fall flat on his face tho, bc dokyeom was in front of him and he fell onto him instead

wonwoo:

rarely trips over uneven stones, and trips over the step at the entrance of someone's house more often. has had to grab onto the front door frame countless times as he enters the dorm bc his feet seem to keep forgetting that they have to step over the slightly raised panel at the bottom of the floor. despite the countless times he's done it, however, he still laughs at mingyu when the guy trips over the front door too

woozi:

somehow always trips over the pavement when it's uneven? especially if it's already been pointed out. jeonghan will tell them that they have to be careful bc there's a paving slab that's wonky, ends up catching his foot against it not even five seconds later. never falls over, though. laughed at soonyoung when the guy tripped and made dokyeom fall over too

minghao:

gives a little yelp but manages to catch himself quickly. lets out those cute embarrassed giggles if anyone turns back to look at him, pats himself down as casually as possible and carries on walking like nothing happened at all

mingyu:

has definitely tripped on a fold in the rug before and fallen flat on his face. had a slight carpet burn on his left cheekbone for three weeks, complained every time he washed his face n said that it hurt so badly. grins guiltily (like it's his fault??) when someone looks back to see what happened whenever he almost trips then manages to catch himself. another person to pretend he didn't trip when he, in fact, did

dokyeom:

is all long, flailing limbs when he trips over, making windmill movements with his arms to stop himself from falling. succeeds in keeping his balance most of the time. screeches like it's the end of the world every single time. afterwards he tells everyone multiple times that the pavement is wonky, then rushes forward to try and catch woozi (and sometimes hoshi) when he ends up still tripping over it

seungkwan:

the clingiest. his hands are grasping at anything within his reach as he trips over, once grabbed onto the zip of vernon's backpack and emptied its contents right there in the middle of the street. releases his hold on whatever he grasped onto then lifts them up in apology once he's regained his balance. makes small surprised noises when he feels himself keel over, but he's defining nowhere near dokyeom-loud

vernon:

doesn't… seem to… trip? like ever? he looks like some sort of game character tbh, n his feet are very firmly placed on the ground. has tripped over his own feet before tho, and did a few stumbly steps and made an "whoops" sound before carrying on with his trip to the kitchen

chan:

doesn't trip over the pavement, does trip over his own feet. seems to trip over his feet every single week. has done it while walking into the practice room, walking to the bathroom, walking into stage, everywhere. the members are used to hearing his panicked noises as he catches his foot against his other foot yet again

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[mydeerfellow]

Auntie Bee's Magical Elixir Is A Bad Time And Alastor Might Never Recover

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Everyone's favorite wine aunt gifted Charlie a funky bottle of experimental Beelzejuice. Charlie, being a trusting marshmallow, dispensed the experimental juice to her nearest and dearest as a 'fun bonding experience'. Turns out it hits some harder than others. And sometimes you just need to facetime a friend to get through things.

Words: 1446

Ao3: Here

“Whoahoo, holy shit. Keep it together, Chuckles.”

Charlie caught a glimpse of Alastor’s face before he nearly faceplanted onto the floor in front of him, caught only by Angel’s fingers hooking the back of his shirt. Her eyes twitched to his empty glass, then her empty glass, followed by every other empty glass in the room. Nobody was sober, sure, but until five minutes ago she would have called all of them pretty reasonably loaded for eleven on a Thursday.

“What the fuck hit him?” Husk slurred from the opposite couch where he had been curled up with a few pillows, ready to watch whatever movie they all settled on. “Even the new guy’s not wasted yet. What the fuck.”

“Yes I am!” Pentious, who Charlie thought looked a little trashed, argued vehemently from the floor beside the semiconscious lump who used to be Alastor. “I’m, as you might say, drunk!”

“Yeah, well, you ain’t facedown on the carpet, shithead.” Husk barked irritably before shooting Charlie a look. “The fuck’s up with this stuff, kid?” He shook the glimmering gold bottle of liquor. There wasn’t much left, since Auntie Bee had been pretty clear about everybody only needing one drink, and the bottle was pretty small to begin with.

Charlie blustered. “Nothing! I don’t know!” She yelped, waving her hands before pulling out her cell, flicking rapidly through her contacts. “Auntie Bee said there was something fun about it, but she—”

“What, your aunt roofied Alastor?!” Angel yelled with a laugh. Alastor laughed along, now upright but with an expression that was gloriously unfocused.

“No! Yes! Maybe, I don’t know! She’s got a weird sense of humor!” Charlie yelled before shushing the room with one hand. “Hiiii Auntie Beeee~” She chorused, sounding probably a little more drunk than she wanted to admit. “I love youuu and I love your present~ I just have one quick little… itty bitty tiny question! About it! About the juice! Drink! Liquor!”

“Ugh, stop, you’re my favorite baby niece!” Beelzebub’s voice was as perky as ever, and maybe a little slurred herself. “Even though you could be partying with your favorite aunt. I can’t believe you bailed on my big club launch!”

“Aunt Bee, is there anything… weird about the stuff you gave me?” Charlie asked awkwardly. “Just… you said it had something fun.”

“Oh honey, if you haven’t noticed yet, y’all are doing something wrong~!” Aunt Bee cackled into the phone. “Sooo, it’s a fun li’l thing I’ve been working on. One drink gets you where you wanna be for the whoooole night.” She explained eagerly.

“Nobody else is on the floor, and we all had the same amount!”

“Ugh, I know. Different people have different reactions. Sooo lame, I know, we’re working on it. But, I mean, it’s always a surprise! It might be like a beer, it might be like a shot, it might be something really fun, it might—”

“Okay, I’m just gonna go! Okay? Okay! Love you bye!” Call ended, Charlie dragged her hands through her hair. “Okay… so, on the bright side, you’re totally fine!” She cheered, clapping while Alastor stared at her with disbelief tinged with wonder. “No harm done! Just needs to run its course!”

“I…” He slurred something unintelligible, then very slowly and deliberately reached up and wiped his mouth. “This is not what I expected.” His eyes narrowed like the room was suddenly very bright. “What… the fuck…” He caught hold of Pentious before he fell over, having started listing to the side as soon as he covered his eyes.

“Ladies and gents, he’s left the atmosphere.” Angel quipped with amusement, dropping onto the floor to sit next to Alastor, who was cross-legged and starry-eyed, looking down at his hands like they held the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. “You owe me twenty bucks.” He pointed at Husk around Alastor’s back. “I told you I’d get ‘em white-girl wasted.”

“Hell no! That was for regular-ass drinks, not this gluttony bullshit!” Husk yelled back, flipping him off. “Man’s not even drunk! He’s high as a goddamn kite is what he is!” He added loudly, gesturing at Alastor, who was currently in the process of trying to determine if the universe even existed.

“Guys!” Vaggie snapped. “Come on.” She slouched further into a couch cushion, nursing her own drink. “Al, you okay?”

He managed to wave his hand sloppily as he leaned forward and swiped Charlie’s cell off the table onto his lap. “Everything’s just fine.” He rubbed one of his eyes, then flapped a hand again. Jazz started to play at wavering volumes, seeming to gradually become louder, then quieter, then louder.

“Okay… well, this is nice! This is fun!” Charlie breathed a hard sigh of relief and sat down again, nudging Vaggie with her elbow. “I reeeally thought that was gonna go south.” She whispered under her breath, shooting her a nervous smile.

“Who the fuck—!” Her head shot up and immediately Charlie honed in on her phone. In Alastor’s extraordinarily drunk hands. With a lot of creative swearing coming out of it.

“Hiiii~” To the horror of everyone in the room, Alastor waved at Vox, who simply gaped from the phone’s screen.

“You’re loaded. What the fuck?” 

“I am indeed! I had… I don’t know. Beelzebub.” Charlie cringed.

“You're shitting me?” Vox cackled. "You just drank some shit that came straight from a Sin?"

“Ye.” Vaggie snorted next to Charlie on the couch, and she couldn’t help but notice the rest of the room had gone silent as they all blatantly eavesdropped.

From where she sat, Charlie could see Vox rubbing his face and looking only mildly irritated at worst. “Well, bear with me ‘cause I’ve got catching up to do.” He took a swig of something, then Charlie realized Vox could see her just as clearly as she could see him. “Oh my God, that’s the saddest looking party I’ve ever seen. You should honestly kill yourself.”

“What the fuck? Nobody even invited you, dickbag!” Vaggie exclaimed while Alastor merely laughed and turned until Charlie couldn’t see the screen anymore, which didn’t stop any of them from hearing “I didn’t want to be invited, bitch!”

Which, Charlie had to admit, was kind of valid.

“Minnesota.” Alastor said suddenly, looking deeply invested in whatever answer Vox was supposed to come up with for that.

“Nope. Hawaii.”

“1932. Beautiful place, but I wouldn’t live there.” Alastor slurred thoughtfully, ignoring the rest of the room altogether as he set about cleaning his nails with his sleeve. “Plus, it was a nuisance to get there.”

“Cry all you want, planes are where it’s at.” Vox already sounded a little buzzed, which was kind of impressive. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

“Oh I know. Give me a moment.” Alastor shot back, too slurred to really give a definitive tone. “Kentucky.”

“1957. Some shithole town. Real Nowheresville.”

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a look, then Husk cut in from the couch beside theirs. “You don’t wanna know, kid. Trust me.” He rolled his eyes.

“Why— Oookay, not asking.” Charlie raised her hands innocently when Vaggie rounded on her with a look that meant she should probably listen for once. “Jesus Christ, Alastor.” Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose.

To her surprise, Vox echoed Vaggie's sentiment verbatim to something Alastor was talking about. When Charlie glanced over, Angel looked like he had heard something he hadn’t quite gotten around to emotionally processing, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.

“Dramatic. Where are you?” Alastor squinted at the screen.

“Somewhere called none of your fucking business. Where the fuck are you?”

“The hotel. I said that.”

“Good for fucking you! Annoying prick.”

Charlie clapped her hands. “Ookay, does anyone else wanna play…” She looked at Vaggie urgently.

“I got games in my room!” Angel Dust raised his hand eagerly, dodging a mock swipe from Husk. “Ayy, I’m serious! I got Mario Kart!”

Charlie glanced around and blinked. “I mean… can we all fit in your room?”

“You know I can make anything fit, baby~“ Angel cackled as he led the procession out of the rec room, guiding Alastor by the shoulders, seeing as he kept tilting drastically to the left or right. Vox was still swearing a lot, though it seemed to be mainly directed at Husk, who was nodding sympathetically. Niffty was on Pentious’s head, keeping him upright through brute force while Vaggie tried to corral him in the right direction.

It was chaotic, but Charlie couldn’t help feeling a little empowered by it. After all, there was no way, despite everything, a night like this didn’t push everybody just a little closer to redemption.

[cookies-over-yonder]

i don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend

Five times Taylor and Link almost kissed, and one time they finally did.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | +1 | ao3

[title from Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) by Studio Killers]

1. The first time was after a fall.

☆

Taylor Swift is no stranger to coordination issues.

He manages to work his way around them with extra practice of wielding weapons, but sometimes it sneaks up on him.

Like right now.

Seemingly having tripped over nothing, Taylor falls forward and braces himself for impact.

The floor of Link's house is wooden, so Taylor can't even console himself by the idea of falling onto carpet. How did he slip? He doesn't know. It just happens. Sometimes no amount of training and practicing can prevent the air from sabotaging him.

And he knows it will hurt, because the floor is hard and it always hurts. It always hurts, but he recovers. But before he recovers, he's going to faceplant. He scrunches his face up, ready to hit the ground.

But then he stays suspended in the air.

"Are you okay?"

Taylor opens his eyes. Link is holding him by the arms and scanning his face with wide eyes.

Wide eyes… that are so close to his face.

Taylor feels a rush of heat coursing through him as he runs his gaze down Link's worried face, stopping at his lips.

They're pressed tightly together in concern, and then they're open, and saying something…

And Link is breathing, and Taylor can feel it on his face.

And Link says his name, and with the way the syllables sound on his tongue, Taylor feels like he's been put under a spell. 

Hypnotized.

Enchanted.

And he says it again, and it's just as mesmerizing as before.

They're so close together. Only a sliver of space prevents them from making contact.

There's one thought plaguing Taylor's mind and making him feel like he could melt.

What it would feel like to close that gap…

Taylor finds his body moving without his permission, chasing the pull of Link's lips like a magnet.

"Taylor!" Link shouts, and Taylor's shoulders are shaking. Link is shaking them.

"Hu—uh… yeah?" Taylor asks, dazed. The gap is wider now—Link must have made him stand upright.

"I asked if you were okay and you didn't respond," Link's lips move fast. "You looked like you were about to pass out."

Taylor's face burns.

"I—uh, I'm fine—" he winces at the way his voice cracks. "Sorry. Thanks."

"You should sit down," Link says, guiding him to the couch, hands still on his shoulders. "I'll get you some water."

"Mm, yeah," Taylor says, only half-processing Link's words because his hands are still on his shoulders…

Once Link sits Taylor down and leaves his side to get water, Taylor buries his face in his hands. God, he really is burning.

"Here," Link says, sitting next to him. Taylor lifts his head and sees a glass of water being held out to him. He takes a sip.

"Thanks. Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's fine, I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay. I have coordination problems sometimes. That's why I tripped. I'm not gonna faint or anything."

Probably not, he thinks. With the way Link is looking at him, nothing is off the table.

"Okay. Just… drink some water," Link says, and Taylor takes a sip. "You look really red."

Taylor chokes.

"Slowly," Link adds, patting Taylor's back as he coughs up water.

"Yep," Taylor says between coughs. "Got it."

Oh, god.

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[darkodomain]

CHAPTER 6 :: Under the Milky Way

"Carrying Danny to the car was the easy part compared to getting him up the stairs and into Sam’s bedroom without encountering her family. When she and Tucker had gone to pull him out of the back of the Mustang, Danny had suddenly become fully alert, holding up his shaking hands as if he were going to blast them with ectorays in self defense, before promptly passing back out. As reassuring as that was regarding his consciousness, his jerky movements had restarted the flow of blood in every single one of his injuries and it hadn’t stopped since.

After hauling him out of the car by his wrists and ankles, Tucker managed to heft Danny’s limp, lanky body up onto his back piggyback-style and he and Sam exchanged a weary look before beginning to navigate the Manson mansion. Tucker tripped up the carpeted stairs once or twice, but Sam grabbed his arm and he regained his footing before ever actually faceplanting, Danny’s head jostling around on his shoulder as he stumbled. Once safely behind a locked door, Tucker eased Danny to the floor, pulled off his jacket, and laid it across Sam’s bed. Together, he and Sam carefully maneuvered Danny onto the jacket and suddenly, they were on autopilot, a routine that had been established long ago."

[the-plushie-friendships]

Requested starter for Ames from sundrop @super-star-day-care

"Hmm.. Chica told me I should go out of the daycare more... hmm.. this isnt as scary as i thought I guess! Yah!" suddenly the sun shaped robot tripped on a child "OOF!!" he fell unto his faceplate right unto the 80s patterned carpet 🌞

*The child that Sun tripped over also fell to the ground, falling straight onto their face, the sniffles of a young girl about to cry were heard before the sounds of crying were heard from the same girl*

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Deathmaiidens!

@deathmaiidens As per your request, here is the "Mom reunites with Kevin" scene from the original Home Alone movie, given a "Party of Six" twist with Victor and your girl Lily. Hope you like!

Later Victor Steps On The Gold Tooth

“LILY!”

Victor burst through the front door, nearly tripping over the sill and faceplanting into the rug. “Lily!” he repeated, grabbing the doorknob for balance and looking around wildly. “Lily?!”

Silence greeted him. No sign of her – not good, he thought, head still going left and right. On the other hand – house is still standing. And there’s no signs anything particularly out of the ordinary has happened. That’s a – that’s a plus. Right? Even – even if it might mean that Lily’s not even here. That someone found her all her own and took her away and I’ve just rushed home to an empty house and any minute now I’m going to get a call from CPS telling me just how much bloody trouble I’m in –

Calm. Calm, Victor told himself, shaking his head and getting his feet under him properly. You don’t know that’s what happened. Everything is going to be fine. Or – or as close to fine as it can get. Just – get your bearings, look around, see what happened. You weren’t away for that long. Just about a week at most. Even if just about a week is still enough time for –

No! Recriminations later. Finding out where Lily is now. Victor closed the door firmly behind him (might as well not let in any more cold air), took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, then turned and headed into the living room.

To find the Christmas tree up and decorated in the corner, mistletoe and holly hung on the windows, and everyone’s stockings proudly displayed on the (fortunately unused) fireplace.

For a split-second, Victor’s initial emotion was pure confusion – How did she hang all of that up? She’s a tiny thing! There’s no way she could have reached! But then a wave of sadness washed over him, leaving his vision watery. The living room – it was – was – was beautiful, frankly. Perfect. Straight out of a traditional Christmas card.

And Lily had had to set it up all alone. Without any of her family to help her. Because she’d been left behind by them. Left behind thanks to the stupidest row he’d ever had with his daughter and him idiotically counting a neighbor’s head instead of his own child’s in the chaos to get out the door in time for their flight. Because he hadn’t even realized anything had been wrong until they’d gotten onto the goddamn plane. Because, even with everything he’d done to speed up the journey, it had taken him too long to get home. Because he’d been the world’s most crap father and he would have deserved to smash his face into the carpet and –

And those were footsteps on the stairs behind him, weren’t they?

Victor spun around, just in time to see Lily descend into the front entranceway. To Victor’s relief, she looked fine – wearing her favorite pajamas and slippers and a big fluffy robe, hair tousled as if she’d just gotten up. She stopped upon seeing him, and for a moment, all they could do was stare at each other.

Then Lily folded her arms and gave him a significant frown – a frown somewhat undercut by the gladness he could see in her eyes, but a frown just the same. You yelled at me, it seemed to say. You yelled at me and then forgot me. You left me here all alone right up until Christmas. How are you gonna make up for that?

Victor bit his lip. He knew that, logically, there was no making up for what he’d done. Not really. It was a sin beyond repair. But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t try. And it didn’t mean that he should start right away. “Oh, Lily,” he whispered, crouching down before her. “I’m – I’m so sorry.”

The frown vanished, replaced by a relieved smile. Without any further preamble, Lily dove forward into his arms, hugging him tight. Victor hugged her back, a few tears falling as he worked to master his emotions. All the pain and worry and terror of the past few days as he’d scrambled to find the quickest way back to his daughter – it was all worth it to murmur, “Merry Christmas, Lily.”

And to hear her murmur back, “Merry Christmas, Papa.”

[crescentblossom66]

Prompt 6 Tarnish

Disgusting, unsightly, and frankly just a huge safety issue...Hat Kid sighed, glaring at the large stains of dirt and dust that were covering the whole front window, making get more frustrated the longer she looked at them. How was she supposed to fly anywhere with those stains on the window? Cleaning them up would require her to go outside and float in space...good thing she could breathe in space. Still taking a rag and cleaning the whole windshield would take at least three hours.

The young space traveler was interupted in her thoughts by a robotic 'Ouch! My circuitboard.' Rumbi had crashed against the bottom of her chair in their valiant quest to clean the carpet. “Good job, Rumbi! The whole room is clean again!” After she had shared cookies with Bow earlier and they decided to play tag while eating them left crumbs everwhere, she had expected to still find crumb even this late. She picked the small cleaning robot up, switching it into rest mode so that Rumbi would return back to the charging station. “If only you could help me clean that stupid window.” The small robot made a beeping noise, the pixelated eyes showing a sad expression. “It's okay, you can't clean everything, you're not created to clean windows.” Hat Kid chuckled, placing her mechanical friend down.

Rumi observed as the child yawned and switched the light off in the main room to head to her bed room, docking at the station to charge over the night to be ready to clean tomorrow again...37% charged that was enough to clean something for their master. 'Clean window', the small robot moved across the carpet to the control panel of the spaceship, crashing against it. 'Activating hover mode' without too much trouble, Rumbi used that mode to get onto the console, pressing a button to open the hatch that had been barricaded after the Mafia broke the window. 'Scanning for unclean surfaces' indded, the window was very dirty outside. Floating through the hatch, the small robot struggled with the lack of gravity, but soon managed to hover over to the tarnished glass. 'Initiating cleaning mode', the vacuuming function was replaced by the small brushes and soap at Rumi's base, which allowed the robot to easily rid the windshield off the mud and dust that months out in space accumulated. After the job was done, the small cleaning robot, switched back to hover mode, entered the spaceship again, shut the hatch, and went back to the docking station with 5% energy to spare.

The next day, Hat Kid woke up, faceplanting into the ground again after her alarm clock startled her. With a grown and a yawn, she made her way back to the main room, flipping the light switch to actually see in the otherwise dark room. “Huh?” It only took a few seconds to realize that the window she had tried hard to motivate herself to clean today was already spotless. “How?” She scratched her head in confusion. How could the window get so clean? She looked down after hearing the only sound in the room which was the quiet vacuuming of Rumbi.

'Rumbi clean window' The blue eyed girl tilted her head, picking up the robot.

“You cleaned the window? How? You're for vacuuming the floor.”

'Rumbi clean everything. Master happy?' Hat Kid looked back at the stainless window and then back at her friend. “Yeah, I'm very happy! That clears up my schedule and I can annoy my BFF some more!”

[floralflorence]

POV: After only recently putting a label on it, what do the Cubs do when Reg shows up at their door in the middle of the night soaking wet?

It had only been about twenty minutes since the three of them: Leo, Finn and Logan, had decided to head up to bed. None of them were particularly tired but the storm raging outside made the perfect environment for chatting and cuddling until tiredness made an appearance. The storm had been forecast for a few days, warnings sounding for intense rain, wind and influxes of thunder and lightning that made the house feel like it was shaking.

Confused looks made their way across their faces when one of their phones began ringing loudly from the bedside table. Leo, being the closest to it, blindly reached for whoever's phone it was and answered it.

"Oh hey, baby." Finn and Lo both grinned when they realised it was Regie. Their grins faded when Leo suddenly sat up, concern etched on his face.

"You're outside right now?" Finn instantly sprang up and sprinted to the front door to let him in.

Flinging the door open, Finn's heart clenched at the dripping wet boy smiling shyly at him, phone pressed to his ear with one hand, waving at him softly with the other. He paused for only a moment before he grabbed his shoulder and yanked him into the house.

"Baby-what?" he stopped himself and focused on the important thing: getting Reg out of those clothes before he froze, his teeth chattering violently already despite him trying to stop them. "C'mon let's get you dry." They walked up the stairs together after Reg had shed his shoes and soaked denim jacket. He put his phone down on the bedside table with theirs, smiling that same shy smile at Leo and Logan when he shuffled into the bedroom, Finn in tow.

Popping into the adjoined bathroom for a moment, Finn came back out with a towel, warm from the radiator it had been hanging on.

"Dry your hair off, I'll get you some clothes and go make you a warm drink. Then you can tell us what persuaded you to walk here in damn near the middle of the night without so much as a jacket with a hood on it," Finn said, softly but unusually stern for him, his worry cancelling out his usual, laid-back demeanour.

Reg froze for a second, towel poised mid-air as he looked the the three of their worried faces. "I- is it okay that I, you know?"

"Love, of course it's alright you came. This place is as much yours as it is ours whether you live here or not, you know that. It's the means that you got here that are less than ideal considering you're shivering and soaked to the bone," Leo reassured lightly, moving to sit with his feet flat on the floor, gesturing for Reg to come over to him. He came to stand between his legs, letting Leo take the towel from his grip and begin gently squeezing the water out his sodden curls. The height of the bed and Leo's height in general made it easy for him to reach, Reg only having to tip his head down slightly, which he was pretty much doing anyway as he leaned into the soft touch.

A kiss was pressed to the crown of his head with a whispered promise of a steaming mug of tea, another being pressed to his cheek when Lo shuffled from the bed to get him some clothes. By the time Finn was back upstairs a minute or two later, Reg's hair was now just damp instead of dripping and he was wrestling his wet jeans down his legs, Leo and Lo chuckling while Leo held onto his hips so he didn't faceplant the carpet.

As he dressed, his tea was placed on the beside table, the three getting into bed and fluffing out the extra two blankets Finn had brought up from downstairs. Now in a pair of Logan's sweats and a big hoodie of Leo's, Reg slipped on a pair of fluffy socks Lo had given him, smiling at the little lions scattered across them, and crawled into the space made for him in the bed. A blanket was swiftly wrapped around his shoulders, his shivers distinctly less noticeable but still running down his back. The next was spread on top of the thick quilt, covering the top of it as Reg snuggled in between Logan and Finn, Leo tucked up between the bedside table and Logan once more.

"Better?" Lo asked, pulling the hood up over his head so his hair didn't make his blanket damp and make him colder.

"Loads, merci beaucoup."

"Is everything alright, darlin'?" Leo wondered, arm reaching around Lo's shoulders to cup the back of his neck, thumb running circles over the fabric mindlessly.

"Yeah," he answered, voice quiet and low, "I'm fine I just...thunder and I don't really 'get on'. I was heading back late from the rink - I did a few extra hours practice and just wasted a few more hours in the gym and then, next thing I knew, the cleaning crew were telling me it closed an hour ago. I was fine with the rain and the wind until it started thundering and then I kind of, I guess, freaked out a bit and just started driving and," he gestured around him, "ended up on your driveway."

"If you drove why are you so wet?" Finn asked, a blatantly puzzled look on his face.

Reg let out a small, shy laugh. "I, uh, kind of had a bit of a moment and ended up pacing outside the door for like ten minutes before I called. I just realised it was late and you were probably already in bed, which you were," he seemed to suddenly realise, eyes widening and looking between them all apologetically, "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like we aren't happy to see you before, honey. We're glad you're here, we always miss you whenever you're not, I was just worried that you'd been out at night in a storm and no one knew where you were," Finn soothed him, a soft kiss being brushed to his shoulder.

"Oh mon dieu, Re and Sirius, they don't know-"

"Already texted them, love. They know you're here and safe," Leo answered, immediately calming him.

Well, calming him until a sharp rattle of thunder pounded across the sky, the wind suddenly speeding and rattling the wind chimes outside. Reg froze solid before his body seemed to remember how to move, instantly shuffling further down into the blanket and curling into Finn's side, his arm already tucked around his shoulders.

The next sound Reg heard was Finn shushing him softly, his hand rubbing circles along his back, lips pressed to his temple as he did. "You're alright, love. We've got you, you're alright."

Pressing his palms firmly against his eyes, Reg grumbled unhappily, embarrassment creeping into his tone. "God, I just hate it so much. I don't even know why."

"A lot of people are scared of thunder, baby, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," Logan said matter-of-factly, taking one of Reg's cold hands in his, the warmth instantly spreading through his frozen fingertips and relaxing him slightly.

"C'mon," Leo said, reaching a long arm over to grab his mug, "drink while it's warm, sweetheart." Grabbing the mug from him gratefully, he outwardly sighed, wrapping his hands snugly around the warm cup.

"No complaining it's decaf. There was no way you were having caffeine this late at night," Finn laughed, glad when he heard a light giggle come from beneath the hood as Reg hummed non-committaly. After he took a tentative sip, he relented, now humming happily at the slight sweetness of it whilst still tasting 'herby'.

"Oh, this is nice." He breathed in deeply through his nose, making a soft 'mmm' sound at the smell of it. "Where did you get this stuff?"

"We saw it when we were grocery shopping. It had the herbs and stuff you usually like in your tea so we figured it'd be as good a shot as any to get you to drink something that won't caffeinate you up to your eyeballs," Leo snorted. His sarcastically judgy look faded into endearment when Reg tilted his head up and to the side to look at him, hood sliding back a bit to reveal his bright eyes as well as his happy grin. "Quoi?"

Reg shook his head slightly, turning back to his tea, lips still stretched into a smile. "You know what I like in my tea," he whispered in reply.

"Of course we know. You drink about a gallon of the stuff everyday," Leo chuckled lightly, leaning over when he wasn't able to stop himself at the wistful smile Reg still had. He propped a hand in the small space between Reg and Finn's legs, twisting his body slightly face him. "Could I steal a kiss, darlin'?" After laughing a shy huff of air through his nose, Reg leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Leo's, pulling away for a moment before moving in once again.

The small, soft peck deepened when Reg's fingers came up to rest against his jaw, lips pressing more fully against Leo's, tea balanced on his lap, one hand wrapped around the mug to keep it steady. Leo's hand came up to slip underneath his hood, cupping his cheek and pulling him in closer as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. The next roll of thunder had Reg's fingers digging deeper into Leo's jaw, pressing up into the kiss - an immensely effective method of distraction if he does say so himself.

"Drink it while it's warm," Leo whispered again across his lips then settled back against the headboard.

Reg looked at him for a moment blinking before he sipped his tea, a blush rising across his features. They'd obviously kissed before despite being relatively 'new' but the domesticity of it made his blood rush under his skin. Cuddled in bed, dressed in their clothes, drinking tea while a storm raged outside. It all felt so... homey.

He passed Leo his mug when he'd finished to put it back on the table, grabbing Finn's arm gently and lying down, pulling him down with him to wrap his arm around his waist, pressing comfortably up against his back. His head rested on Lo's lap, his hand coming to reach over and rest on Leo's thigh as he sighed heavily, shuffling his shoulders as Finn plastered himself closely to his back, brushing kisses to the back of his neck. He grumbled happily when Lo's fingers came to stroke through his hair, nails raking softly across his head.

"Feeling better?" he whispered down.

Reg nodded minutely. "Yeah. Thank you for letting me stay here."

"Anytime, baby, you know that."

"'M sorry for waking you guys."

Finn answered this time, whispering into his hair. "You didn't. We were just talking in bed."

After a slight pause, Reg spoke again. "What were you talking about?" He traced patterns against the exposed skin of Logan's hip as he did.

"Lo just finished a good book, he was telling us what it was about," Leo said, stumbling out the words through a yawn. That, in turn, made Reg have to stifle a yawn too.

"Carry on."

"I-" Lo paused for a second. "You wanna hear about it?"

"Yeah. I like listening to you talk. Especially about books."

Lo wiped a hand down his face as he grinned. "Um. Alright, okay. Where was I? So, it's basically about..." Logan rambled on about his book for a long while, the boys humming and asking questions throughout. At some point, Leo and Logan shuffled so they were lying down too. Lo on his back, Reg resting on his chest with Finn snuggled into his back, Leo on his stomach next to Lo, his arm slung across Lo's stomach, along Reg's waist and continued to rest on Finn's side.

The storm was gradually getting closer without Reg noticing, too busy listening to Logan's voice and Finn's breath flowing over the back of his neck. He did, however, very quickly notice when a loud crack of thunder echoed from seemingly right outside the window. Making a startled noise, he nestled his head in Logan's shoulder, trembling slightly from the suddenness of it.

"We ain't gonna let nothin' hurt you, darlin'," Leo mumbled tiredly, his hand squeezing his hip reassuringly. His accent was heavy and lulling as it always was whenever he was half-asleep and forgot to round out his words properly.

"You can go to sleep, baby. You're alright," Finn mumbled, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear and tightening his arms around him.

"You wanna go out for breakfast tomorrow? That cafe on the corner by the rink?" Lo mused, half to get his attention off what's going on outside and half because the thought just popped into his head.

"Logan Tremblay, are you asking us on a date?" Reg joked, voice slightly muffled from where his face was pressed into his chest.

"I absolutely am," he smiled down at him.

"Then yes. I'd love that. As long as it's not storming, of course."

"Of course."

With that, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head and continued on about his book, coming to the end and seeing that the three boys were all hanging onto consciousness by a thread. He laughed softly and tugged the blankets further up around them, Leo helping him with a tired hand before kissing his shoulder and falling asleep with his lips still pressed to his skin.

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Alisson was just relaxing, baking a pie in her estate, when suddenly the whole place was shaking!

Unbeknowst to her, Laffy, Bat Aries, and Cilantro's (even though she's almost never in her estate) estates were also shaking. What was this mass earthquake, and why them??

Suddenly, crashing sounds can be heard, like something large ramming into each other. Alisson's pie had landed onto her own head, due to her launching it in the chaos.

"Okay, what the heck's going on?" Alisson mumbled to herself.

Upon opening the door she is met with a hallway, and other Toons looking very confused. A short green dog, a dark grey bat-cog hybrid, and a tiny brown mouse standing on her friends palms. The only one not confused is a fuschia deer with an odd crown, because she was grinning.

"Eee!! It worked!!" She shouted, accidentally tossing her friend into the air as she cheered.

Everyone else just watched her, still very confused. And then looking at each other.

"Well, today just got even more interesting." Allisson sarcastically quips.

"I needed to go talk to Taffy about something, how am I going to talk to her now??" Laffy panicked.

"At least the cameras are busted now." Bat Aries murmered.

Clover crashed onto the ground, faceplanted and annoyed. "Well, I definately have more friends now…" she said, muffled by her face still being planted onto the carpet.

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