#hnnnnng good night

[edge-lorde]

I watched signs for the first time since I was like 10 last night. It's good! Signs was a good movie.

Me as a kid watching signs: hnnnnng scary 😨

Me watching as an adult: oh I get it it's about 9/11. Also uncle merril is a whole mood.

[kai-keda]

im tired

youtube won't lemme upload it despite the audio being directly snatched from the youtube video of the original animation meme... that's on youtube

am furry

i like cute things

i like boys

i like girls

i like red son

gute nacht

[stargazingthenightaway]

Tooka

Pairings: Rebels Gregor x Reader Word Count:  638 words Warnings: NSFW 18+, sexual tension, slightly bratty reader, slight exhibition kink, teasing, cock warming, Dom!Gregor,  A/N: It’s our Gregor’s turn! Based on this piece by @samrubio. Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.

It had all started so innocently, and now here you were, a trembling mess on Gregor’s bed. There’s a wet squelch as he shifts your leg so that your ankle is resting on his shoulder, and you flush when the new position causes him to sink a little further into your heat and you arch into the feeling. Heat zings up your spine as the band of need gets tighter, so close to breaking

“I thought my kitten wanted to play, but now she’s so tame.” He croons, enjoying how you tremble on his cock. “Kitten’s gotten all cockdumb for me.” A whine leaves your throat as he grinds his hips, a smirk on his face as he watches your eyes roll back. “Where did my fierce tooka go?”

Yes, you think hazily, where did she go?

You had finally finished your shift and joined Gregor and his brothers at the Tapcaf, having a few drinks to unwind and catching up on the latest base gossip. As the evening progressed, Rex and Wolffe eventually made their way to their bunks with a promise to catch up again soon. That just left you and Gregor in the booth. He had been steadily teasing you throughout the evening, heated looks when the others weren’t watching and dragging his hand up your thigh, but never putting it where you kriffing wanted. Deciding that you would have to take matters into your own hands, you climb onto his lap, nuzzling into his neck and rolling your hips to encourage him to relieve some of the ache in your pussy. 

Gregor just laughs, holding you close. “Such a needy kitten” he starts to say before he cuts off with a grunt, feeling your teeth dig into his neck. You bit him!

You hum, making sure there is a nice bruise before looking at him. “And who’s fault is that?” You say, rolling your hips again.

There’s a particular gleam in his eyes that gets your pulse racing, and you know that you’ll be enjoying a different kind of ache soon. 

Placing his hands on your hips, Gregor thrusts up. “It seems my kitten wants to play” he says, your gasp music to his ears. “And wants to play now.”

That was hours ago, and oh, did Gregor play with you. By the time he slid his cock into your heat you were dripping for him, and the way he filled you up made you cry out. Stars, he was big! 

However, you soon realized that he had something else in store for you when instead of pulling back, he pressed in close, settling his hips in the cradle of your thighs.

“You’re going to be patient for me cyare” Gregor says as he kisses up your jaw, ignoring your whines. “As much as I wanted to bend you over the table at the Tapcaf and show everyone that you’re mine, they don’t get to see you like this. This is all for me.” 

He trails his lips down your neck, whispering his devotion into your skin. He doesn’t even need to touch you and you’re already falling apart, desperate for him to fuck you. But no matter how much begging or pleading for him to move, he would not be swayed. Which brings you back to your current situation. Tears in your eyes, body trembling, you’re ready to cum, but Gregor is keeping you just on the edge. You hiccup, breath stuck in your chest “Please Sir, I need to cum. It hurts so good, please fuck me.”

He rests his arm on your knee, taking you in. “You get to cum on my cock, just like this.” He ghosts his fingers down your calf, smirk getting bigger. “I’ll make sure to fuck my kitten good and deep when I think she’s ready."

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[jar-of-ectoplasm]

playing minecraft with rohan :)

a/n: hnnnnng stupid manga man brainrot

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, domestic stuff, college au, modern au

-you were bored, rohan was bored, it was super late at night, the xbox was plugged in and minecraft was literally the only multiplayer game he had

-the only reason he bought it was because josuke bullied him into playing with everybody, but he had never touched the disk since then

-but now that you were spending the night in his tiny apartment, it wouldn't hurt to start a new world with you to cure your shared boredom

-all rohan wanted to do was get into creative and build some big fancy ass house, but you were having none of that so you forced him into survival

-and he's really fucking bad at it

-you'll probably end up in charge of mining because he dies too often and gets super lost in caves

-you can definitely count on him to get resources for building though (please let him build the house, that's all he wants)

-he'll grab the first flower he sees so he'll be able to put it in a pot for decoration

-there's actually a lot of flowers around the house, especially the rose bushes

-he'll put paintings everywhere. all he wants is the cool skull painting but he literally never gets it

-even though you're probably the one who got all the diamonds, he'll still whine about you not giving him any

-please god do not bring him into the nether with you. this idiot forgot his gold boots and tried to sleep in there at least twice before learning his lesson

-he's surprisingly good at finding the fortress though?? so maybe do bring him in there when you need the blaze rods

-purposefully stares at endermen just to piss them off

-dies to spiders literally all the time. that and fall damage are his main weaknesses

-eventually he gets bored so he'll turn his controller off, pull you into his lap, and watch you play until he eventually falls asleep on you

[simperintendent-hale]

AHHHHHHHH ❤️❤️

Steter prompt: trying to make it through the long distance part of a long distance relationship. Or finally getting through it. Whichever.

GREAT prompt. This was exactly what the doctor ordered!

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“Agent Stilinski,” mumbled a sleep-rough voice.

Peter frowned and looked at his watch, because he was sure he’d done the math on the time zones right this time. “Are you still asleep? It’s eight there, right?”

Stiles groaned, and the sound of shifting blankets rustled over the line. “M’in Alaska,” he yawned.

“Since when?” Peter crossed to the window of his hotel room, the glittering lights of Seoul blinking up at him from below.

“Flew me out last night – or tonight – or, fuck, what time is it?” Another shuffling over the line. “It’s four in the morning,” Stiles griped.

Peter rubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry, I thought I’d catch you just before you left for work.”

Another yawn. “Was a good thought.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you went to Alaska?”

“It’s just a few days. I’ll be back in DC before you get to LA.”

Peter thought about just apologizing again and letting Stiles get back to sleep, but decided to press on. If it was four in the morning in Alaska, Stiles wouldn’t be awake until two in the morning Peter’s time. “That’s what I was calling about,” he said. “I managed to cut the trip short. I’m flying back Thursday.”

“Thursday Korea time or California time?”

“Fuck,” Peter crossed back to his bed and sat on the end. “I’m crossing the date line east, so… both? Yeah, taking off Thursday afternoon here, landing Thursday morning there.”

Stiles snorted. “Gotta love time travel.”

Tracing a claw over the bedspread, Peter felt the chasm of space between them, wide and aching. It shouldn’t bother him so much, the idea that he didn’t even know where in the world Stiles was. When they’d started this, he’d expected it to go the other way around: Stiles needy and constantly calling and complaining about never seeing one another, Peter playing it cool and maybe getting annoyed at the constant nagging. Sometimes it felt like Stiles lost track of Peter entirely, though.

He knew it was the nature of his job. The FBI ran Stiles so ragged, carting him around the country to consult on supernatural-related cases. He collapsed into hotel room beds exhausted without a second to spare a thought for Peter before he was passed out until his next early morning. Peter’s work travel was constant, but it tended to be more leisurely – business lunches, networking, posh hotel parties. It gave him too much time to think. He saw others bringing their spouses with them to the more upscale destinations. He had to smile and explain Stiles’s busy schedule while trying to avoid saying just how long it had been since they’d been in the same area code.

“Anyway, it means I’ll have extra time before I go to London next Monday,” Peter told him. “I could fly out to DC. I know you’ll be working until Sunday, but...”

“No, that’d be awesome,” Stiles cut in, maybe sensing the longing in Peter’s tone. “You could shack up, play house husband for a few days. I can say ‘honey I’m home’ when I walk in the door.”

Peter felt a smile spreading from lips to cheeks to the corners of his eyes. “Play your cards right, I’ll wear an apron and fix you a drink.”

“Ooh, baby,” Stiles crooned.

“So when do you get back to DC?” Peter asked, because it was always about logistics with them. Who’s in what time zone? When are you landing? How long is the layover? When do you get a day off? Are you working nights?

“Friday, middle of the day. I’ll probably stop home before I head to the office. I could probably squirrel out an extra day off from all the overtime I racked up this week. So that gives us...”

“A weekend,” Peter summarized, the very idea of it swelling warm in his chest. A whole weekend.

“A weekend,” Stiles agreed, voice soft.

Peter dropped back onto the bed, legs hanging off the end. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Stiles’s breathing over the line.

Chain hotels tend to use the same layout, the same fabrics and furniture, for all of their hotels. It’s to make people feel like they’ve been there before. The first night sleeping in a strange place, the body stays partially alert through the night, but in their comforting sameness, hotel rooms provide the illusion of familiarity – like they’re all one place, a pocket dimension that you can step into from any of their thousands of convenient locations worldwide.

Lying there with his eyes closed, Peter thought about that. About how Stiles was probably lying in a hotel that looked just like his own. How they might as well be the same space, overlaid on one another from thousands of miles apart. He could almost imagine that Stiles was curled up in the bed beside him, could almost smell him. Feel his warmth. He imagined he could feel the puff of his breath as he whispered, “I miss you.”

It ached but no more than the promise of a weekend, a whole weekend, could heal.

[obwjam]

pls ma'am.... ur headcanons for the hargreeves siblings finding a tiny...

IT’S FEEDING TIME

diego: would be very soft with any tiny he found under any circumstance. very much the stereotypical leans down, gasps, eyes are wide, staring at the tiny in utter fascination, asking for their name, promising that he won’t hurt them. he would insist on taking the tiny to safety and he immediately hides all his weapons because lawd knows what a million giant knives would look like to someone so small. he would offer them food and shelter and companionship and he would be super duper protective. like constantly going out of his way to keep them safe and make sure they didnt get into any trouble. also is a very good listener and is very understanding of them and their feelings. he never makes the tiny feel lesser

allison: she is a mother to the MAX. like so insanely protective of a tiny the way a mother protects her young. when she finds the tiny she wouldn’t even ask them what they wanted to do, she would just carefully scoop them up and b like “yeah you’re coming home with me and you’re my child now.” very much a helicopter parent in the sense that she NEVER lets the tiny go anywhere or do anything dangerous, and she sometimes has trouble remembering that they are self-sufficient, but she respects them and does it all because she cares. she makes the tiny a bed and little stuff like that to make them feel more at home. also, home cooked meals every day and every night (she is abhorred by the fact that a tiny’s diet is just stale food and crumbs)

klaus/ben: ugh. UGH. klaus would very much act demeaning without meaning to. he doesn’t see a tiny as a pet or anything like that, but he’s just obsessed with how adorable they are and he is very grabby and touchy. ben is constantly telling him to knock it off and he feels terrible that the tiny had to be found by klaus, of all the people that walk the earth. he would talk to them and obviously they cannot see or hear him but he enjoys the one-sided conversation anyway. ben is very fascinated by the tiny and likes to just look at them. klaus would lowkey pamper a tiny too, like those people who build fancy beds and rooms for their dog. he wouldn’t at all be surprised or fascinated by the existence of a tiny. he would be like “you know i kind of always suspected something was up” and it’s kind of relieving that klaus doesnt pepper them with questions or stare wide eyed at them all the time. but nevertheless he selfishly wants to keep the tiny around because he thinks they’re funky and it’s a mutually beneficial relationship where he gets another companion who can’t leave him and the tiny gets shelter, safety and food

luther: man is just the biggest dumbass of all time around a tiny. so clumsy and is constantly doing things to freak them out and he always sheepishly apologizes and then keeps doing the thing anyway. he means well, he really does, and he tries his best not to scare them too much or put them in any danger. he’s always trying to do things for the tiny to alleviate his guilt, so he’ll bring them food or find some trinket and be like “i got this for you, i thought you’d like it” and it’s like, a penny. but he’s very sweet and endearing and hey it’s the thought that counts right? is also very touchy and no matter how many times the tiny demands he ask before picking them up, he just never listens so the tiny just accepts their fate

vanya: she’d be SUPER nonchalant. like the cool aunt type. she would discover a tiny and immediately be like “do you want anything? i’m cooking dinner rn” and she just always knows what to ask and when to ask it. like after growing up as a hargreeves sibling she barely even cares that there’s a tiny person living in her walls. she’s like “aight bet we all need to survive” and she tells the tiny they can come out any time they want to take something or just to talk. vanya leaves food out for them every night and the tiny always takes it. she’s content with leaving the tiny alone, def doesn’t mind having their company but has no desire to bother them. she would help them with anything they ask and it’s very sweet. like the tiny shyly comes out and asks for water or something and vanya just goes oh yeah yeah of course! and get them water. she is a very relaxing person to be around and the tiny likes her a lot

five: hnnnnng i said this before but it would entirely depend on how five found a tiny. if he found them going through his shit and they were equally as combative, he would be a total bitch and jar them and intimidate them and everything. but if they were just really scared and clearly not looking to anger anyone, he would actually feel a great deal of sympathy and he wouldn’t be able to just forget them and leave them in danger. like he would be halfway gone, groan and then turn back around to get the tiny. he doesn’t really know what to do with them, like is he supposed to let them be free? is he supposed to keep an eye on them 24/7? but either way he figures something out and finds that he really doesn’t want to see them get hurt. he knows the world is dangerous and that hanging out with him is dangerous but he knows he can keep them safer than they would be alone. eventually it gets to a point where his enemies want to steal the tiny away from him as leverage and he would literally go fucking mad. like murdering the commission board mad. he doesn’t open up a lot but his actions are what show the tiny he really cares. five finds he would do just about anything to keep them safe and happy and it lowkey disgusts him but also he just has such a soft spot for the tiny

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

May I request a SWM mc x Ripley!!! Where Ripley turns into her human form and MC falls for her

Half headcanons, half fic. Didn’t know where to go with this so I just… wrote a couple small scenes.

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Nothing in hell could’ve prepared you for this. Sure, you’d heard from Onyx and the others how beautiful Ripley had been as a human (not that she still wasn’t mighty cute as a bear), and Ripley herself had blushed and stammered a little, the Envy magic luckily allowing you to hear her. 

But seeing her human… You are stunned speechless. Your eyes want to be everywhere at once, take all of her in, every curve of her body, every inch, every lithe muscle hidden under clothes.

Ripley is… the most gorgeous, hottest, incredible human you’ve ever seen.

Then she smiles at you and you forget how to breathe. How to exist. What reality even is. Part of you screams to kiss her, feel her smile on your own lips. Taste it. Taste her. She steps closer to you, still smiling, but she looks a little unsure.

“MC? Are you… are you okay?”

“I think she just forgot how to speak.”

Darius grins, and Ripley chuckles, then wraps her arms around you. She smells… perfect. Sweet and spicy both, and still a little like a bear - not that you minded, of course. You’d snuggled her often enough at night. She pulled back from you, looking into your eyes.

“Hey.”

“... hey.”

You’re sure you imagined her eyes darting to your lips as you spoke.

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“You have a crush on Ripley.”

Darius grins, and takes the way you hide your face in your hands as confirmation… and once you start speaking, you can’t stop.

“I- she was always so sweet and amazing as a bear, and I think I didn’t want to admit to myself that her personality was everything I wanted in a girlfriend, I mean, she was still a bear and I- but now she’s- She’s-”

“Hot?”

“That doesn’t even come close.”

“Hotter than me?”

“By miles, Darius.”

“Unfair.”

“But justified.”

“Wait until you see her at the show tonight.”

“...why?”

“You’ll see.” -------

… You’d forgotten she was a poledancer. And now you can’t even mentally slap yourself for that… being you can’t think. All of your mental capacity is occupied with immediate reactions such as FUCK and HNNNNNG and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, and even those alone are almost too much. Her legs… her arms… her flowing hair… her hips... her abs… the way she moves so fluidly, bending, her body illuminated perfectly. Your throat is dry. Your panties aren’t. Your brain at some point finds the strength to show you the image of her above you, naked, smiling down to you before leaning in for a kiss. How the muscles of her back would feel under your fingers. How she’d-

Her eyes meet yours. It should be impossible, but she does it nonetheless. She winks at you with a slight smirk on her face before wrapping her legs back around the pole.

She had them spread when she winked at you.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

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Sitting next to her on the couch after the show proves to be… challenging. She’s there, in her revealing outfit, laughing and smiling, clinking glasses of cocktails and champagne with everyone, celebrating the success of the show. You almost can’t meet her eyes when she clinks yours. 

For a moment, she seems to smirk.

… maybe you’d only imagined the wink? Maybe she was just your friend, like always? You shouldn’t let feelings- you didn’t want to lose her as a friend. Play it safe. Be her friend, laugh with her… what was so bad about that? Nothing. Nothing at all. Even if you’d probably dream of her legs wrapped around your hips tonight.

“I gotta go home now, mom asked me to do the early shift.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“Rip, that’s-”

“I haven’t driven a car in ages! What can go wrong?”

You laugh without meaning to, small part of you concerned - but you don’t mind much. 

The ride in itself is… certainly something. She manages to kill the engine a few times, but muscle memory proves itself just like it did with her poledance.

“Did you like the show?”

(Fuck yes, also you made me… Please. I want you to rail me.)

“You were… fucking amazing.”

She laughs, turning her eyes away for a second.

“Really?”

“Ripley, you… I don’t even have words for it. I just… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Mission accomplished, then.”

You smile at her, your heart beating a million times a minute. The hug when she says goodbye is just a tiny bit longer than usually.

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You’d conquered and beaten a demon leader, and that had called for a celebration. A big one. It ended with you drinking over at the troupe’s, laughing, joking, playing games. Spin the bottle had luckily been rejected, because neither of them really wanted to kiss each other. 

Lucky.

Ripley and you sat on the couch, her arm loosely around your shoulders as she held her drink with the other. 

“Remember how you used to cuddle against me while the others sat on the couch?”

“Yeah. Here’s a secret - you were so much more comfortable than the couch.”

“You had to sit on the floor.”

“I stand by my word.”

Ripley smiles. Soft. Sweet. It would only be a matter of three inches or so for you to kiss her. 

“Want another drink, MC?”

Aaaaand the moment is over.

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You’re too drunk to go home that night.

“Wanna… do it like old times… and sleep in my room?”

Ripley asks, warm smile on her face. Your head is more or less on her lap, with her fingers gently stroking your hair. For a moment, gayness of thirst and touch-starvedness fight a battle… and the latter wins. Never mind the fact Rip is still your friend, whom you love dearly, no matter how hard you’re crushing, and she probably didn’t have a good cuddle in ages.

“Yes.”

Part of you regrets the decision as soon as you lie in her bed and feel her settle behind you, wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m kind of happy I can hold you like this now.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. I always wanted to when I still was a bear, but… y’know. I was scared that I’d accidentally hurt you.”

Despite yourself, you smile. 

“You wouldn’t have.”

“I wasn’t sure. You were so… tiny.” You practically hear her smirk. “Not that that has changed much.”

“Hey, I’m not Onyx!”

“But you’re close.”

You feel her lips on the back of your head. You’re happy she can’t see your face. Suddenly, you’re very, very aware just of how… close she is. How warm. How safe her arms feel around you. How her breath hits your neck just so. The soft wet sound when she opens her mouth to speak.

“... MC?”

“Yeah?”

Her hands pull you closer - but it almost seems like she’s trembling. 

“You… you feel-”

She swallows, audibly. 

“I can’t- promise me that we’ll still be friends after this?”

You turn around in her arms.

“After what? Is there anything you-”

She shuts you up with her lips on hers… and they’re softer, sweeter, more delicious and more perfect than you ever imagined.

[barbaralake]

Walter: Barbara, love, I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night.

Barbara: *clutching the bottle* Hnnnnng, one more.

Walter: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Barbara: I’m a doctor, I give shots. *gigglesnorts while trying to pour into his mouth*

Walter: Oh dear.

Barbara: *suddenly relaxing* Go on, ask me.

Walter: Ask you what?

Barbara: Ask me how I like my whiskey.

Walter: ... how do you like your whiskey?

Barbara: On the rocks. *pours bottle onto loincloth*

Walter:

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

A Whole Castle

Okay but Patton spilling his juice and thinking he’s gonna get hit and Janus is over and he’s the only one who can calm him down or smthing would make me very hnnnng @anon

Words: 1,620 Warnings: Panic, Crying, Food Characters: Patton, Virgil, Janus Universe: Whole Castle Genre: Family Fluff Additional Tags: Caring older siblings

“Makes me very hnnnnng” is just such a vibe™ so fucking valid

   “No, I need orange pieces and not yellow, Patty,” Virgil said absentmindedly. Patton pursed his lips and dug around in the container more. Patton pulled out a new piece and put it in front of Virgil and looked to Virgil hopefully. “That’s perfect,” Virgil smiled and ruffled Patton’s hair with a smile. “Do you want to help me with this?” Virgil asked, handing Patton two pieces stuck together that he couldn’t get apart. “There’s a little tool in the bin for separating these two,” Virgil explained.

   “’Kay,” Patton said and nodded with determination.

   “Did you finish the math homework, Virgil? I’m stuck on the second to last question,” Janus said plainly, more focused on their build than the question.

   “I didn’t finish it yet. If you stay for dinner, dad’ll probably help us afterword and give you a ride home,” Virgil offered. “He seems to enjoy doing it for some reason,” Virgil shrugged, but he felt proud of his dad’s dependability.

   “I do like Roman’s cooking. It’s his night, right?” Janus asked, interested in the prospect.

   “Yeah, papa’s making some fancy chicken thing I think and something plainer for Patty,” Virgil replied, clicking more pieces into place.

   “I did it!” Patton pipped up, holding the two pieces up with excitement.

   “Awesome job, little dude. How about you put them right here?” Virgil pointed with a piece to the spot the guide wanted them. Patton nodded happily and placed them on the build. He struggled a little with aligning but felt very satisfied with himself when he succeeded. “Do you want to look for white pieces or place pieces?” Virgil asked with a soft smile.

   “Keep digging! I like the noise,” Patton said buoyantly.

   “It is a delightful sound,” Janus hummed in agreement. Virgil’s phone rang, and he leaned back to fish it out of his skinny jeans and pressed the screen.

   “Yo,” Virgil answered and paused, waiting for the response. “Woah, El, slow down,” Virgil said, holding up his palm. Patton looked up in confusion. “Not you, little guy,” Virgil put his hand over the bottom of the phone and whispered. He nodded pointlessly as he listened. Patton seemed satisfied and returned to his quest for pieces. “Son of a… Uh, hold on. Pat’s right here and I probably shouldn’t answer that next to him. Uh, Janus, sorry, would you mind keeping an eye on him for me?” Virgil asked pleadingly.

   “Is it more…” Janus trailed off, glancing to Patton.

   “Yeah. It is. Patty doesn’t need to hear this stuff,” Virgil said, tilting his head towards Patton.

   “Go ahead. You know my opinion on the subject,” Janus agreed with a nod.

   “Yeah, I’ll let them know,” Virgil nodded back and got up from his spot. He walked off into his room and closed the door behind him. Janus looked over to Patton who was animatedly digging through the bucket for white pieces for the build they were creating.

   “We need the 2 by 6 pieces in white,” Janus said, pointing to the guide, tapping at the picture. Patton narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on the guide, but he looked confused. Janus dug through the small pile of white pieces and pulled out the required piece. “This one,” He said, handing it over to Patton. Patton nodded with determination and went digging.

   Janus leaned and glanced over to Virgil’s room curiously, but kept building. The bin of blocks said it was 4+ and he wasn’t sure why Patton needed watching, but it wasn’t unlike Virgil to be overly cautious. Patton hummed happily while he pulled out the pieces he could find. After a pulling out more and a few fruitless digs, Patton shifted to dig through the white pieces he picked out on the table to separate the 2 by 6 pieces. While Patton was trying to put back a piece into the bin, he knocked over his cup of juice. The lid popped off, and it dumped onto the table. Janus shot up quickly and ran to get a towel.

   When Janus returned and started wiping it up, Patton was strangely frozen. Janus blinked in confusion a few times and finished wiping everything clean. The spill wasn’t major, though he had to dry a few wet pieces. It barely got on the floor, which was blessedly easy to clean. Janus folded up the towel and sat back down on the floor. Patton was still fixed in place, staring blankly ahead.

   “Um, It’s all right? Everything is fine,” Janus said consolingly. Patton’s lip quivered a few times before he backed up into the couch and balled up tight, pulling his limbs to himself tight. Patton started shaking and a small sob broke out. “Patton? It’s… okay. It was just some juice,” Janus said, turning to face Patton and holding out his hand. “Patton? It’s really alright, I promise,” Janus pleased, but Patton kept crying. “Can you tell me what’s wrong, then?” He implored gently.

   “I made a mess and I’m gonna get punished!” Patton sobbed into his legs and held on tight, rocking slightly as he wept.

   “Who do you think will hurt you?” Janus asked curiously. He wasn’t sure where this was coming from. Patton cried for a moment longer before responding.

   “P-parents,” Patton hiccuped as he replied, rubbing his face against his knees.

   “Your parents aren’t here. I won’t tell them,” Janus said. “No one will hurt you, I promise,” Janus moved closer and spoke softly to Patton.

   “They’ll find out,” Patton sobbed, shaking his head.

   “We’ll hide all the evidence, okay? How about I wash the towel and refill your drink?” Janus offered. Patton looked up at Janus weakly and blinked a few times.

   “That’s not right,” He sniffled.

   “If it makes you happy, then it’s a good thing. In my opinion, anyway,” Janus said resolutely. “No one will hurt you and no one will know, I won’t tell,” Janus reassured him. Patton rubbed his faced on his sleeve and nodded, and Janus hastily got up to take the towel and cup to the kitchen. He rinsed out the rag and chucked it in the laundry room to dry and wiped off the cup and refilled it halfway. Janus put the cup back on the table right where it was. Patton smiled feebly and another little tear fell.

   “You think it’ll work?” Patton asked weakly.

   “I know it will work. You won’t be in any trouble and I’ll never tell a soul,” Janus said resolutely, miming zipping his lips and tossing away the key. Patton smiled weakly and crawled back over to the table. He grabbed it and drank a sip before putting it back on the table. Patton nearly rubbed his nose on his sleeve, but Janus quickly got a tissue and held it in his face. Patton took it with a small nod and blew his nose. He rubbed this eyes and yawned lightly. He slumped tiredly and returned to digging through the pile, but he struggled to pick pieces. Janus frowned and continued on the build, though he was moving slower and distractedly, casting glances at Patton.

   “Ugh,” Virgil groaned and came out of his bedroom. “That… guy,” Virgil ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “El listened this time, I think,” Virgil said, feeling unsure.

   He paused where he stood on the way back to the table, glancing at Janus’s face in confusion. Janus switched to looking disaffected swiftly and shrugged. Virgil chewed his lip and hummed in disbelief for a moment and returned to his spot at the coffee table. He turned to Patton and examined his face, which was puffy and his eyes were red and his heart stopped. “Patty, are you okay?” Virgil blurted out in worry.

   “He’s just tired. Right, Patton?” Janus said cooly and Patton looked up to Janus. Janus winked and Patton nodded slowly, nervously chewing his lip.

   “Oh, buddy, let’s switch to a movie so you can lay on the couch,” Virgil said softly and Patton nodded with a small pout. Virgil scooped the loose pieces into the lid of the bin and laid it on top of the container, shifting the build carefully over into it and move the bin out of the way before picking up the remote and tossing it to Janus. Virgil stood up and leaned down to pick up Patton. He paused with his arms out and waited for Patton to nod before scooping him up and sitting on the couch with him.

   “What tickles your fancy, Patton?” Janus said, turning on the TV and moving to sit next to Virgil. Patton chewed his lip and looked away.

   “Would Mrs. Bunnyface like Ducktales? Or maybe Sponge Bob?” Virgil asked softly and pulled the throw around Patton, who nestled in Virgil’s lap, feeling much better.

   “She wants to watch Ducktales,” Patton provided. “She’s in bed, though,” Patton said quietly.

   “I’ll get her,” Janus offered and got up to grab the doll hurriedly after starting the cartoon. He hurried back and got the doll off of Patton’s bed, rushing to get back to hand it to him before the intro finished. Janus slid on to the couch and handed Patton the bunny as he sat down. Patton took Mrs. Bunnyface gratefully and pulled the doll close. Virgil gave Patton a little affectionate squeeze and kissed his hair before leaning into the couch.

   “Do you mind if Janus gets closer, little guy?” Virgil asked softly. Patton shook his head and kept his gaze on the screen. “Pat says it’s okay, come on,” Virgil suggested, and Janus rolled his eyes and shifted nearer, leaning a little against Virgil.

   “Mrs. Bunnyface likes you, Janus,” Patton said quietly.

   “Oh,” Janus breathed. “Thank you,” He whispered.

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[trippingeyes]

northern downpour // panic! at the disco

[darkicedragon]

Some discussion of child abuse. And since the convo ended up being about 3k, I decided against taking off all the time stamps. XD;; Waaay too much effort.

darkicedragon okay, frankenstein being a uni lecturer or something would muzaka also be a lecturer? maybe for something sports related instead? or maybe hes a primary school teacher aZure primary school teacherrr bc he can look after all the pups darkicedragon yusssss but then how do they meeeet? aZure Franken drives his angery son to school, ofc uwu darkicedragon oh no XDDDD darkicedragon maybe muzaka taking m out of class to go for a run or something when ms getting super angery or frustrated at something. or maybe doing it before class starts, so ms not disrupting the class and the rest of the kiddos arent left unattended, ahaha aZure "Hey, kiddo, wanna kick stuff?" and M be like ✨^✨ and Muzaka is teaching him like self defense, but does teach him to be patient and disciplined and calm and the kid gets to hit stuff darkicedragon frankenstein might be too busy at the uni to really spend much time with m, so m feels lonely ;-;

aZure win win darkicedragon ahaha yeah aZure YESSS QwQ imagine M opens up to Muzaka "I just want to spend some time with dad" darkicedragon 'but he has to keep doing markings and making new lecture plans and exam questions and answering his emails' ...frankenstein isnt able to pick up m one afternoon bc one of his students projects blew up? so muzaka either keeps m company while waiting, or walks him home? and then has a terse argument when frankenstein arrives esp when m would rather stick with muzaka than go with frankenstein aZure OwO yessssss ohhohoohooo Muzaka standing there like >->''' maybe something happened, something truly urgent, and Franken just couldn't leave M being adopted? so he's got... some abandonment issues darkicedragon 'i guess he only wanted to adopt me bc then itd look good for his work' aZure M thinking this is just a foster home, he'll be kicked out soon, so it doesn't matter maybe Franken is working on something extremely important maybe his doctorate or some imp research that's close to giving a result darkicedragon aaaah, m not settling that much in class either bc he just tranferred in and everyones got their friend groups already 'yeah, and youre ALWAYS "close to a breakthrough", urgh' aZure imagine >w> Franken looking terrible, dark circles, his shirt a mess, and looking out of breath as if he ran there and he just goes oh... at M's words maybe Muzaka pats M's shoulder and tells him if he can go inside first so he can have a word with Franken and he's like "I know... your job must be stressful, but I think you should think of yourself and of your kid a lil more." darkicedragon yussssss 'is the world gonna fall apart if you dont get your research done by next week?' 'well...' 'cool, bc i dunno if m told ya, but we've been working on a play next wednesday night - all family is invited' '...oh. no, i dont think he mentioned that...' aZure imagine >:D the teacher had the kids make the invitations and Muzaka found M's invitation only it was all crumpled up darkicedragon ......hnnnnng, m getting that scar from his bio parents or something and just gets surprised seeing muzaka with his scars 'did your parents hit you too?' aZure so he gives it to Franken "Think he'd like it if you came" aZure YAASSS >:DDD darkicedragon yussssss aZure Muzaka having crazy stories about them (prolly to hide the truth) "This one? I wrestled a tiger!" "Really, old man?" and M rolls his eyes darkicedragon 'do you like your dad?' //shrug// 'hes better than my birth parents, i guess. he just ignores me, rather than...' muzakas talk with frankenstein like, 'he aint one of your projects you have to be impartial with! hes meant to be yer kid, isnt he??' aZure "I... will take this into consideration" and Muzaka prolly thinks he didn't get through to Franken buuuuut heee comes to see the play M like :/ cuz whatever, his dad isn't going to come anyway darkicedragon yuuuup aZure17/12/2020 buuuut Franken is there >w> darkicedragon17/12/2020 'he says he'll do stuff, and then more uni stuff comes up and he forgets' aZure17/12/2020 "hm, then who's that in the third row?" and M is like |^= |-O!!! darkicedragon17/12/2020 yussss ;u; aZure17/12/2020 "heh, looks like he made it! make 'im proud, kid" imagine M was meh about it bc whateverrr but now that is dad is there, he's like >x>''' darkicedragon17/12/2020 'IF I DO BAD HERE, HE'LL UNADOPT ME BC I EMBARRASSED HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE' soooo either m doing okay or m freaking out while saying his lines and running away, so frankenstein has to chase after him and find him? aZure17/12/2020 maybe he feels like running away, esp if he stutters his lines but then there Muzaka on the side like SUBTLY NOT SUBTLY AT ALL WHISPERING HIS LINES TO HIM "YOU CAN DO IT KID! JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!" darkicedragon17/12/2020 yussssssss! aZure17/12/2020 but maybe M squeaks outta there the second he can bc nope, no, too many ppl and that's when Franken goes to talk to him darkicedragon17/12/2020 yeeeesssssss aZure17/12/2020 but also, M needs to get his hair ruffled by Muzaka for doing a good job darkicedragon17/12/2020 yussssss aZure17/12/2020 and M to be like >:V but finneeee darkicedragon17/12/2020 or just like a flinch and then O^O, expecting a hit aZure17/12/2020 OwO!!! but the pain never comes and maybe Muzaka softens up a bit, his movements, gestures, and words to make sure M gets it that he won't hurt him darkicedragon17/12/2020 ...wooould m be okay being taught self defence by muzaka? bc much bigger person coming at him is gonna dreg up bad memories. and hed also be sus of being 'allowed' to hit out, bc that might be a trick to get his ass kicked aZure17/12/2020 I think it would help? bc it would give him a sense of control and self defence isn't taught from sparring the first time darkicedragon17/12/2020 mm aZure17/12/2020 he needs to taught stances and the way to hit without hurting himself, and how to avoid being hit I think the difference would be the environment and the way Muzaka acts ococo17/12/2020 YESSS TO ALLL aZure17/12/2020 bc he never hurts him, just teaches him, corrects his hits, helps him ococo17/12/2020 And yeah Muzaka wouldn't come at him in the first lesson, he would probably never go at him at all.. Maybe muzaka gives a martial art class too and uses one of his students to have mock fights aZure17/12/2020 Muzaka having all those scars bc he's ex-military? or bc he a werewolf ococo17/12/2020 Ex military you say But Ex military would unlikely ends up as a elementary school teacher darkicedragon17/12/2020 'i got these scars from protectin' ppl ^--^' aZure17/12/2020 and magically, it happened ✨ aZure17/12/2020 and M goes O^O! at that bc huh, he protecc ppl darkicedragon17/12/2020 maybe ganglife before he got out or yeah, sekrit werewolf hahah aZure17/12/2020 sekrit werewolf ex-military gang member currently teacher bc imagine M discovering Muzaka's sekrit "U a fucking furry" "Language, M" ococo17/12/2020 Muzaka had a busy life XD aZure17/12/2020 someone discovers them, and Muzaka is like OHO in his wolf form and M splutters "He's my dog!" and Muzaka's like 'uh... bark" darkicedragon17/12/2020 XDDD ococo17/12/2020 XD aZure17/12/2020 oh my god, for some reason, M having to hide Muzaka at his place, bc ofc that is necessary for the plot all while hiding his presence from Franken who got home sooner and is cooking dinner as a surprise ococo17/12/2020 Muzaka is in his dogo form? XD aZure17/12/2020 ofc XD ococo17/12/2020 M trying to hide a dogo who is triple his size under the bed aZure17/12/2020 yeeeesss XDDD and ofc Franken notices darkicedragon17/12/2020 Frankenstein just looking down and seeing all the paw marks ococo17/12/2020 XD aZure17/12/2020 "MMM, do have something you'd like to share with me?" darkicedragon17/12/2020 '...........iloveyoubye!' aZure17/12/2020 M, while attempting to shove his teacher-turned-doggo into the closet 'fuck' "uh, no?" ococo17/12/2020 M shakes his head 'umm no' Yess XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 'Now i definitely know theres something wrong' aZure17/12/2020 ahahahahah XDDD ococo17/12/2020 Imagine baby trying to distract franken with the cutest way aZure17/12/2020 Muzaka, while being squished "Kid, this really isn't necessary, I could've hid in the park until I turned back - OUCH, that's my tail you're stepping on" ococo17/12/2020 'whats for dinner!' baby says excited darkicedragon17/12/2020 Yussss ahahaha ococo17/12/2020 While Muzaka's tail is still visible aZure17/12/2020 and wagging XDDD ococo17/12/2020 XD yessss darkicedragon17/12/2020 Frankensteins not going to make the connection, bc hes not slept for 2 days already, so okay. If m brought home a massive dog, at least he'll have company now? aZure17/12/2020 YESSSS XDDD and Muzaka gotta act like M's doggo ahahahahah XDDD ococo17/12/2020 Aww aZure17/12/2020 "Ah, you wanted a dog! You could've just told me, it's not such a big deal. This one is fine too, but we'll have to take him to the vet and make sure he's well and that his vaccinations are up to date... and that he is neutered" darkicedragon17/12/2020 .... gawd, muzaka has to run before that, bc he cant be anaesthetised and his balls will just grow back XDDD ococo17/12/2020 Muzaka is like ^O.O^"" when he heard"  take him to the vet" darkicedragon17/12/2020 'neutered? whats that?' ococo17/12/2020 XD aZure17/12/2020 OMGGG Muzaka like OxO in the closet bc 'oh sh-" "Ah, the vet will remove certain... parts to ensure he does not procreate. Don't worry, it's not painful at all and it's necessary for him and the comunity" darkicedragon17/12/2020 .... WEREWOLF GANG MEMBERS his old gang wanting him back to be the boss or his old gang wanting to kill him XD aZure17/12/2020 YESSSSSSSSSSS >:D a gang wants him back, one wants him dead and they find out the reason he's gone is bc he got a mate and a pup >:D so both M and Franken are in danger ococo17/12/2020 Frankenstein "and does he have a name?" M nods "Mu.." and Muzaka kicks the door of the closet Frankenstein just stares at him.. M "His name is Moo" ococo17/12/2020 Yessssss :3c darkicedragon17/12/2020 XDDD 'a-arrooo?' 'yes, it does sound like a moo' aZure17/12/2020 ahahahah ommmmgg XDDD Muzaka managing to make a daring escape somehow? and M is like 'oh no, he ran' v flatly darkicedragon17/12/2020 'we can go look for him - he'll be rather easy to spot' 'no. he's probably gone back to his real family' '.................ah' ococo17/12/2020 XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 muzaka has to bait the rest of the gang members away, bc lets not traumatise kiddo by letting him see muzaka murder ppl 8') or at least get very bloody ococo17/12/2020 Thats adorable thou XD aZure17/12/2020 but let M get innn troubblee bc of Muzaka ococo17/12/2020 :3c maybe Frankenstein gets to see it aZure17/12/2020 and Muzaka protecting himmm aZure17/12/2020 also also, how is Franken gonna find out the truth maybe he knew bc he heard Muzaka talk? XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 yeah, but frankenstein just going to be like '.....................i clearly need more sleep now =A=' and just think hes hallucinating XD ococo17/12/2020 XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 maybe frankenstein takes muzaka/doggo home? and is then like =A=? how did you get in my house? while muzakas cooking breakfast for m ococo17/12/2020 Muzaka plainly says "you let me in" Franken is like =^=?? darkicedragon17/12/2020 yesssss ococo17/12/2020 If Muzaka was in dogo form, so technically when he shape shifted back, he had no cloths on Frankenstein is like =^= at his shirt on muzaka Trying to remember what happened the night before darkicedragon17/12/2020 better his shirt than muzaka just in frankensteins underwear XDDDDDD ococo17/12/2020 XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 'i appear to not remember much of last night' (was i drinking?) 'yeah, i get it. go back to sleep - ill take m to school' ococo17/12/2020 Then Frankenstein would totally think he might got himself drunk and doesn't remember shit from the night before darkicedragon17/12/2020 yep XDD ococo17/12/2020 Yesss XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 frankenstein might still try to insist on taking m to school, bc he thinks m might take it that frankensteins not prioritising him again 'and if you drive like that, yer more likely to get inta a car accident. itll be fine, right m?' 'yeah' e^e ... e^= //sigh// 'if youre sure' ococo17/12/2020 XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 ms plan afterwards: how to get his teacher and his dad together ococo17/12/2020 Yessssssss Invites the teacher back to dinner In his human form darkicedragon17/12/2020 'yeah, dad was saying he was making a biiiig dinner so...' 'sure ^--^' m just like |-O after dinner. he just runs off to give them some alone time ococo17/12/2020 Awwww babyyy M fakes yawning "I am sleepy..i am going to bed.. Ok bye" darkicedragon17/12/2020 'im gonna go do some homework now' ococo17/12/2020 Yeahhh, he means by home is spying on them to check of his plan is working XD darkicedragon17/12/2020 XDDDD they end up talking abt m and hes both bursting into flames in embarrassment and just like, 'nooooo talk abt each other!!! not me!!!!' darkicedragon17/12/2020 though frankensteins def gonna have to prove he's not falling back into old habits, or replacing being distracted with work with being distracted with muzaka before muzaka starts considering him ahahaha muzaka just like, 'how come you want me to talk to yer dad so much? i thought youd want him all to yourself?' 'yeah, but its bc of you he started changing, so... if youre around all the time, then maybe he'll start paying attn to me more' if m can be that open anyway ahahahaha ococoYesterday at 05:22 :joy: yesssss Franken and Muzaka are both like O.O "aren't you supposed to be studying?" darkicedragonYesterday at 05:23 'do you need help with somethin'?' 'n-no!' 🏃‍♂️ ococoYesterday at 05:23 Yeeep XD ococoYesterday at 05:24 Awww babyy Maybe M isn't that open, maybe Frankenstein figures it out Cause Imagine Frankenstein canceling on of M's plans or gets in the way of something darkicedragonYesterday at 05:26 or it's also a protective thing for m - if frankenstein's happy, then at least frankenstein wont be mad at him. so he's just looking out for himself ococoYesterday at 05:26 And then they have a heated argument ococoYesterday at 05:27 Awwww That's adorable darkicedragonYesterday at 05:29 muzaka would verbally kick frankensteins ass if he continued to cancel on ms plans m just like, 'its fine. im used to it. need to grow up, right?' ococoYesterday at 05:30 Definitely gonna kick his ass I want Frankenstein to have a heart to heart conversation with M Frankenstein trying to get M to understand why is he canceling plans but instead Frankenstein figuring out that all what M wanted is for him to be around darkicedragonYesterday at 05:35 yessss ;-; ococoYesterday at 05:36 "Grow up?! But you are still a kid.." darkicedragonYesterday at 05:37 'doesnt feel like it...' ococoYesterday at 05:37 Q.Q Someone hug the child darkicedragonYesterday at 05:38 'heeey, m, can i hug ya?' 'what' ococoYesterday at 05:38 XDD 'its coming, I know you don't like it..' And baby is just standing there awkward letting himself to be hugged But at the same time M tearing up, finally allowing himself a moment of vulnerability Leaning into the hug Wrapping his hand around him so tightly as of he would disappear darkicedragonYesterday at 05:43 yeessssss aZureYesterday at 06:30 but also Franken admitting he's trying his best for M mentioning how proud he is of him and how much he's changed imagine, M being friend adopted making friends and maybe he goes >-> <-< "I... made a friend" at Franken so Franken mentions that "He made some friends too, you know? Asked me if they could come over." (and it's prolly bc Tao asked M and prolly bc Tao friend adopted M) ococoYesterday at 06:50 Aww baby aZureYesterday at 06:50 (and Kentas prolly likes him bc he stronk) aZureYesterday at 06:54 maybe Muzaka can help by having Franken go out to like amusement parks or stuff so M gets to spend a lot of time with Franken (and him) aZureYesterday at 06:58 M XDDD ococoYesterday at 06:58 Just a hangout where Muzaka casually brings flower for Frankenstein aZureYesterday at 06:59 casually uwu aZureYesterday at 07:00 sooo cute XDDD much angery aZureYesterday at 07:06 but also consider Franken going on a business trip and Muzaka staying with M :D and maybe that's when M finds out Muzaka is a doggo aZureYesterday at 07:17 bc maybe Muzaka forgot that weekend when he's supposed to look after M there's a full moon ococoYesterday at 08:43 XD Muzaka in his wolf form "opps" darkicedragonYesterday at 09:53 Ahhaa yesss darkicedragonYesterday at 10:00 'Soooo do you know how to cook?' 'Yeah, ive had to make my own meals before' '....oh. ....well, okay, lets go make a hambuger! I'll tell ya how' ^u^/)}}

[angerydj]

Hnnnnng Blake catching a cold

It’s the worst thing having a sick baby, it’s a stressful time seeing them so poorly as you just want them to feel better and go back to play and exploring.

The six are more occupied as ever looking after there lil bab, all her cries hurt her soar lil throat which only make her cry more and break into coughing fits, she sneezes and snots her lil nose goes bright red, her eyes are more sunken and droopy as she’s so tired.

They take all the right precautions as it’s nothing serious although they are cautious for her weak heart and keep an eye out to make sure her cold doesn’t develop into something worse.

Keep her warm in onesies making sure her feet are covered, dressing her in the ones with buttons to rub vapour rub on her chest to help clear her sinuses and that strawberry medicine to help ease her throat pain and everything else it’s good for.

She naps for most of the day wanting to be held by a dad, they wrap her in a blanket and hold her and she nods off by herself. She hates to get her nosed wiped always trying to push their hands away as they pinch the tissue and wipe as much as they can before she can start crying all the while saying “oh I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s awful.”

Alex cooks her fresh food before blending it and making soups so she has something warm and smooth on her throat (depending on her age) and full of goodness to help her get better and making her bottles warm for her, she’s always happier when she has a full tummy.

They end the night with a warm bath and fresh jammies out of the drying along with the heating turned on so the cold can’t nip at her, making sure she’s nice and fresh and feeling good. Laying her on their bed for some quite time as the dad who got her ready gently brushes her hair and talks to her like “i know it’s not fun being sick.” “How are you feeling?” “Are you grumpy at daddy for cleaning your nose earlier on?” One her hair is all brushed and dried he opens up her buttons for more vapour rub and just message her tiny chest gently and quietly coo at her and once she starts rubbing her eyes they button her back up and place her in her cot at the end of the bed with a blanket her bottle and ofc ducky and keep her baby monitor right next to her to hear her fussing before her actual cries so they can comfort her before she can harm her throat anymore

[whats-her-quirk]

Jumping in on the bricks! I often think about what Kiri feels like when he’s all hardened! Is he smooth but with the sharpest edges ever? Is he gravely or perhaps like sandpaper? But also, imagine him just going all night because he never has to get soft. That hero stamina be something else

This is a good question!! I always imagined that he’s like smooth with ridges, and I think he can control how sharp they are. He’s like his own ribbed condom (and that’s good because he can’t wear them because he’ll just shred through them) and he can change the pattern of the ridges to please you hnnnnng.

[xmemeanonx]

DC x Reader Rocky Horror AU; Who would be in which role and why?

Interesting concept my dear! Also I fucking love rock horror!

= = =

Janet: the reader,,,, obviously

Brad: the readers s/o,,,, even more obvious

Magenta: cat woman,,,, hnnnnng hot,,, woman

Columbia: Wonder Woman,,, hnnnnnng hot,,, dominate woman

Frank N. Furter: Batman,,,, the sexy leader

Eddie: Jason Todd,,,, bastard nasty man also Frank N. Furthers “mistake”

Riff Raff: the joker there’s a scene where Frank N. Furter is just whipping him and I just-

Dr. Everett V. Scott: Tim drake,,,,, would probably try to help the reader at first

Rocky horror: Superman,,,, the perfect specimen *jazzy music*

The entire story is basically the same as the movie. The reader their s/o are newly engaged, very newly engaged. Their car breaks down late at night while driving home. Luckily, they’re not that far from the Wayne’s Manor,,,, And well,,, you know the rest ;).

= = =

Me, listening to the soundtrack while writing this: the good kush!

[lailaliquorice]

for the longest time

part two is here!! in case you haven’t, please read ‘I have been a fool’ first c:

this is pure undiluted fluff and I love it so much. proof I can write something other than angst/hurt/comfort lol. and maybe it makes up for the angst I left you with this afternoon. these two are so s o f t and I can’t deal

tw for general hospital things again 

The TV in her room was playing dimly as Cathy dozed lightly in the midmorning sunlight, not quite asleep enough that she couldn’t hear it but not awake enough that she was paying any attention to it. It felt too quiet without something making noise in the background, too used to living in a house with five not particularly quiet people to feel comfortable in silence anymore. The staff had been around with breakfast a little while ago, with Cathy feeling well enough to eat a proper meal for the first time since she was admitted thanks to the anti-nausea medication that she’d been given through an IV for the last 24 hours.  That drip had been disconnected along with the heart monitor, but she still had her oxygen tube and fluids drip hooked up while she waited out the last of the drug’s effects.

All the queens had spent most of the previous day with her, only leaving to do their evening show, and even though Anne had been granted another night off Aragon had practically dragged her home with them so that she could shower and sleep in a proper bed. They’d texted throughout the evening though, with Cathy grateful for Anne’s refusal to leave her feeling lonely even though she wasn’t there in person. She’d promised that she would come in as soon as they let her the following morning though, so Cathy was content to sleep the time away until her arrival.

The sound of the door opening made Cathy open her eyes and glance over, smiling when she saw Anne stood almost hesitantly in the doorway. “Hey you,” she said, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Cathy quickly noticed that she was clutching something behind her back, but decided not to call her out on it until Anne revealed it herself. “How are you feeling, sleepyhead?” she teased, though her genuine care still shone through.

“Oi,” Cathy said good-humouredly, yawning as she sat up slowly and changed the bed’s incline settings so she could still lean against the pillow. There had been chaos the previous day when Anna had discovered that the bed had a remote control, resulting in Jane confiscating the remote when she returned from the café to find Cathy, Anne, and Kat sat on a mattress that was above Jane’s eye level. “I think I’m allowed to be sleepy, thank you very much. But I’m feeling a lot better, thank goodness.”

Anne nodded with a smile. “Good good. What have the doctors said?”

Cathy hummed for a moment as she thought back to what she’d been told when she was reviewed the previous evening. “They think that I’m almost clear since I’ve stopped feeling nauseous and the ‘hangover’ is nearly gone,” she said, doing the finger quotes motion at ‘hangover’ with her un-tubed hand since it wasn’t really a hangover in the technical sense. “My memory hasn’t come back yet but they said it’s a typical case of drug-induced amnesia and will improve over the next few days. And I should be able to come home this afternoon.” She smiled brightly at that, looking forward to getting back to her own bedroom.

“That’s nice to know, I’ve missed having you around,” Anne said, ducking her head a little as her cheeks flushed a light pink. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, wringing her hands together nervously, but before Cathy could ask her what was wrong she inhaled deeply and spoke all in a hurry. “Look. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a bit, and after- after what happened I want to tell you now because what scared me the most was that I thought I’d never be able to tell you it again.”

She looked like a deer about to bolt when she finished, prompting Cathy to reach out and take her hand. “What is it? I’m listening,” she said softly, running her thumb over Anne’s knuckles when she let out a shaky breath.

“Thanks,” Anne muttered, squeezing Cathy’s fingers as she pulled the mysterious item out from behind her back. It was a torn out page from her notebook which she unfolded as she explained “I’m not good with words sometimes so I wrote it down. I know I said it accidentally yesterday but I want to do it properly,” she said, glancing up to meet Cathy’s eyes. When Cathy smiled encouragingly at her she returned it weakly before beginning to read aloud.

“Cathy. I don’t even really know what to say, because you’re the one who’s so amazing with words and all I can do is try to keep up. I wish I could have known you in my old life because I know we’d have been friends for sure, but I’m glad I know you in this life because this time round we’re allowed to be more than that. I think you’re amazing. You have the most lovely singing voice and your message in the show is really powerful but there’s more to you than that. I love how much you care about your work and how much you smile when you talk about it. I love how you always know what’s going through my mind. I love that snort you do when you’re laughing really hard. I guess I just love you. And maybe this is silly and a bit creepy because you’re elegance and beauty and I’m just an awkward mess who can’t deal with feelings but you’ve always been able to see that there’s more to me than just that. So maybe there’s hope that you might feel the same. Yours if you want me, Anne.”

The hand held in Cathy’s was trembling as she finished, hanging her head and sighing roughly before she looked up at Cathy with tearful eyes. “So yeah, that’s it,” she finished, looking at her with the same unguarded hope that had shone in her eyes when Cathy had first held her in her arms. Her voice wavered a little as she added. “Say anything. Please just say anything.”

“You are silly, y’know.”

Anne looked up in horror at Cathy’s words, but Cathy just continued to stroke Anne’s hand as she smiled at her. “You’re no awkward mess. You’re witty, you’re clever, you’re kind, and you’re braver than you’ll ever give yourself credit for. I’ve admired you for nearly five hundred years and it’s an hour to call you my friend, but I’d like to call you something more because the only thing that can make me feel giddy is you smiling at me. You’re beyond brilliant, and I love you too Anne.” As she spoke, she watched as Anne’s terror turned into a beaming grin that could have outshone the sun.

They were both still for a moment, the air heavy with the weight of their confessions, before Anne abandoned her letter and moved closer to Cathy. “Oh just shut up and kiss me you poetic idiot,” she said, still grinning as she cupped Cathy’s jaw with a tentative hand.

“Coming from you,” Cathy quipped before leaning forwards to meet Anne’s lips.

The oxygen tube beneath Cathy’s nose bumped against Anne’s upper lip when they kissed, causing them both to laugh as they drew apart. Anne watched with wide eyes as Cathy unhooked the tube from around her ears and abandoned it next to her before tugging Anne’s arm to pull her in again, one hand buried in Anne’s hair and the other resting on her shoulder as they kissed.

Anne’s hands lingered at her jaw when they slowly parted for the second time, and Cathy felt like she could have drowned in her beautiful eyes as Anne slowly ran her thumb over her cheekbone. But then she gave an embarrassed smile and dropped her head to rest on Cathy’s chest, letting out a quiet “Hnnnnng” as Cathy laughed softly.

“What?” she asked, her hand running over Anne’s hair to rest at the nape of her neck.

“Told you ’m not good at feelings,” Anne mumbled into Cathy’s chest, wrapping her arms around her before almost whispering a quiet “Love you.”

Cathy beamed at that, overwhelmed by her own rush of emotions for a moment at the sight of Anne with every single defensive wall taken down. “I love you too,” she said, mindful of the tube in her hand as she adjusted her position so they were both lying down in the same position as they slept in the previous morning.

But this time Anne leaned up to kiss her cheek before resting her head in the crook of Cathy’s neck, and Cathy didn’t think she’d ever been happier.

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Tears and Ash

by timmy_cardiac

The world didn’t end after all-but but everything has gone back to normal.

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Aziraphale and Crowley know Heaven and Hell are hunting them

Words: 1150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, takes place the night after armageddon’t, hnnnnng soft

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20238898