#as in. in a cuddle puddle with other people who she is close with.

[rxttenfish]

definitely going to try to describe this scene as best as possible, but also i dont know if this specific fact is going to make it into caecilian, so im posting it here for my peace of mind.

miranda's above-water bedroom has a lot of natural stone in it and water features and generally looks startlingly naturalistic compared to the rest of her castle. her bed is also within one of those little special nooks that really big aquariums have sometimes where it's just a sitting area with the glass above you so it feels like you're underwater, like a shark tunnel. her bed itself is entirely dry but it looks really very much like a themed area in an aquarium for how much it focuses on trying to emulate the sense of being underwater.

the reason for this is because a lot of merfolk circadian rhythm isn't really tied to light per se, but rather has to do with small changes in currents and the water column to help them manage their sleep/wake cycles.

as you can imagine, miranda isn't getting any of these small changes on land. they only really exist in the ocean, and she has some pretty severe insomnia relating to how hard it is to get her brain to "turn off" when it's supposed to, ie, at night when she's supposed to sleep with the rest of the landfolk. this is compounded even further with the lack of any other natural "tells" for where she's lived her entire life and where she feels instinctively comfortable, so she even moreso ends up staying wide awake because she doesn't feel like she's in the right place to fall asleep or rest.

the merkingdom has two solutions to this. the first is a chain of what's basically fairy lights installed around her bed, which are designed to blink in a dull blue light in very specific patterns. it's only really specific to miranda because she's an abyssal, as these fairy lights are made to closely mimic the bioluminescence of other abyssal merfolk, blinking in the particular pattern for "this is a safe place, you are safe, you have someone watching over you, you can relax."

the second is trying to make the places where miranda sleeps above-water look as close to the ocean as possible and to try and trick miranda's subconscious into thinking she's underwater. it's a bit like the mental effect of sticking a human in a space shuttle - if there's just metal and plastic and no plants or sunlight around, human psychology tends to get a lot stir-crazy and have a hard time relaxing. if miranda feels like she's underwater, even when she's not, then her brain has an easier time relaxing and letting her go to sleep and lessens the prolonged psychological effects she gets from staying inland too long.

[aviradasa]

Hii!, can add this to the Aaravos introduces you to his daughter Ark.

I request a plantonic reader and leola fluff. Like Aaravos goes out for the day and so it leads to a leola and reader day, and at the end of the day, when Aaravos gets home, it's just them in a pillow fort cuddling🥺💖💗

YESSSSS this is really short but sweet. I hope you enjoy it! PS THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD

Mom and Leola day!

Aaravos x Mom!reader

@delusional-mushroom @imsimping4life @josmarney23

When Aaravos left early in the morning, you really had no idea what to do to keep leola entertained.

You were still new to this

Then you had an idea.

It was a Rainey day, and you and leola shared a love for it, so once she was awake and ready for the day, you guys went outside

You both ran barefoot through the wet grassy fields playing together.

Jumping in puddles, using magic to splash each other with the rain, dancing.

You both had a lot of fun out there. But then the thunder and lightning came so you both decided to head inside.

Once you got in and got dried off you started to make some food

Leola was very invested and wanted to help you, so you let her stir the food and helped her plate it.

You both had a good laugh talking about odd things over the meal. Leola was also having a lot of fun joking about her father's cooking.

He's a dork, but that's ok.

After eating, leola practically dragged you to her toys, and while you both were playing, she mentioned that she was sad her favorite doll didn't have a doll friend

Which gave you another brilliant idea.

You told her to wait right there and ran to grab a small sewing kit Aaravos had

Yeah, you knew it was for magic stuff, but who cares

The doll probably won't be cursed?

Right?

You grabbed some fabric, and you sat with leola and carefully stitched together a small little doll friend for her other one just to her liking.

It's was a cute little guy made out of maroon fabric and stuffed with hay with one button and one purple crystal for eyes, and it had a small smile.

Yes, its head was a little too big for it's body but leola didn't mind.

After it was done she immediately grabbed it and started floating around the room while you chuckled.

You were just delighted she was so happy.

After a while of introducing the dolls to each other and playing with them, it started to get late, and leola was begging you to make a fort.

And how could you say no to that.

So you stayed up past her bedtime, building a fort from pillows and blankets.

And as you both got settled inside with a book of leolas choice, she cuddled up to your side, hugging her new doll as you began to read.

When Aaravos got home about an hour later, he thought it was odd he couldn't find you both anywhere. But before he could start to worry, he saw the cracked door leading to leolas room with an odd glow coming from it.

He peaked in seeing the structure you both had built and chuckled a bit as he walked in, pulling aside the blanket you had turned into a door to reveal leola and you asleep an open book on your lap and leola curled up on your side cuddling her doll

which was the source of the glowing. He chuckled a bit once more, realizing what fabric you made it out of. It was going to be used in a dream spell, but he sees you found better use for it.

Aaravos stood their for a moment with a smile on his face before closing the fort back up and heading out into his own room.

Making sure that he never forgets the memory of the most important people in his life in such an adorable moment.

[sacred-coffin]

Hello, it’s me from your comment section speaking to you inside your brain. Pocket ghoul thoughts, GO!!! Especially in a dolled house.

Real photo of me reading this ask:

Anyyyyyyyways. teehee. i'll start with the cute stuff <3 but it will get evil later. it's what i deserve. all of this will be under a cut bc i have a LOT to say >:)

There is nothing better than having a little guy. I think it would be so awesome if Papas could keep their ghouls in a lil breast pocket sometimes... feeling them purring against their chest... 🥰

This happens to Copia all the time:

and also ofc cuddling all on top of him. no work today. lay down with the ghoulies. and yes they are biting and scratching but it's fine because they're so cute! I think Copia might have been the only one the ghouls cuddle puddled with. and his ghouls that stayed behind this tour certainly still are...

A recurring idea i have & i plan to write more about this some day is Mountain getting shrunk down for one reason or another and Cumulus is the one to find him :) so he takes a ride in her cleavage lol. and she spends the whole time teasing him for being so SMALL

I also like to think of Terzo keeping Omega around with him like his little angel and/or devil on his shoulder lol. He's absolutely keeping him close all the time but unfortunately I don't think Meg can relax through it considering how Terzo is LOL. But he loves to hold Omega in his hands and shower him with all kinds of affection. Maybe with a side of cuteness aggression.

ok sorry i cant hold back anymore i need to be EVIL.

I love making Terzo kinda fucked up and evil. I already headcanon him as being into model cities and stuff (meliora his beautiful city meliora) so i've toyed with the idea of him, yknow... wanting people for his tiny city :3 they'll learn to love it, bc it's his utopia !! what could go wrong

and ofc this bled over into me wanting him to have a collection of tiny ghouls :3c part of my thought process as heehee what if the old ghouls weren't banished OR kept around like normal and instead they all got shrunk down and now they're basically like toys 🤭and i went with Terzo bc i need him to be sick and twisted and i also think he's the only one that would play with them and drag it out. Primo & Secondo too violent/careless, Copia would be too weirded out i think.

So Terzo has his collection of tiny ghouls to play with, and of course they need a place to live, he couldn't possibly leave them in some kind of box, no it has to be beautiful model pieces, but they have to be safe and secure too! Don't want anyone escaping or getting hurt. After all, Terzo is very accident prone...

So the ghouls have their nice little doll houses, Terzo takes care of them, no one else ever bothers them...and of course they get played with!! I can see him trying to make them act out situations in his beautiful city just to sort of prove to himself that it really is perfect, of course he gets really pissy and frustrated when they're "doing it wrong."

But it's not fun just watching the ghouls (it's pretty fun though). So of course he takes them out and lets them have some free roaming time. But he has to limit where they're allowed to roam, he needs to keep an eye on them after all, so maybe they'll just all stay in bed. Plenty of fun things can happen in bed 🥰 It's the perfect time for them to get to know each other intimately. One way or another, everyone knows his mouth very well. Coughs. Perhaps some met his mouth and never came back. But who knows?

I have to wonder. What happened to them when Terzo died? Did anyone know they were there? Maybe they escape, and they're more like borrowers now...Who knows how other people in the ministry will treat them?

:3c this is just a little taste

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

MI FUTURO

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Genre: Fluff

Quote: "Why would I want to see the future when I can't see the present?" and "If I knew what was coming.... how boring would that be?"

Summary : Curious, Bruno asks Reader (who's visually impaired) why she's one of only a few people in town that's never asked for a prophecy. Basically, she tells him she doesn't care about the future. That she's happy right now and that's all that matters. Happy cuddles and kisses ensue.

Notes:

This is the first time I wrote about someone visually impaired, I've made some research to know more about this condition. Please if I've written something offensive or inaccurate tell me.

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It was a really hot day in Encanto, the usual joyful chatter of the villagers was replaced by complaints about the weather.

The stone pavement of the main street was able to give off such warmth that it passed through your sandals, but the scorching sun never hit your skin.

Besides you, arm in arm was your favourite person in the entire world, Bruno Madrigal, who was holding an umbrella with his free hand, preventing the strong sunlight from bothering you in any way.

You were heading home after a walk outside, even if the climate conditions were unfavourable when suddenly a thunder reverberated out of nowhere and in no time, more clouds obscured the daylight and rain began to fall.

"Well, that's just fortunate we already have an umbrella, mi amor." You said.

"It's better if we fasten our step, Y/N. This feels like one of Pepa's storms." He suggested.

The smell of wet dirt filled your nose even before your feet could splash into one of the fast forming puddles that cooled down the hot pavement.

Finally arrived at home, Casita greeted you first, with time you discovered that it knows about your condition and invented a sort of sound code just for you.

Casita would raise 3 tiles one after another and drop them and slam the shutter once when you returned.

You didn't have to get too close to Pepa to know that was her, as the sound of thundering and her shouting filled the entire house.

"Pepa, Bruno and I were caught in a storm, did something bad happen?" you questioned.

You know well that there was no need for a serious explanation for Pepa's storms, most of the time, her mood was just sufficient.

"I told Antonio to keep his animal friends in his room! And what did he do? He let a bunch of spectacle bears sleep on my bed! I got bear hairs everywhere!" Pepa shouted, rain was pooling at her feet and the electricity in the air was starting to get visible.

You and Bruno did your best to not laugh and almost failed so hurried into the next room with an excuse.

Bruno led you into the chicken "Did the rain wet your clothes?" You ask him, caressing his shoulders, feeling the fabric of his green ruana slightly damp.

He took your hands in his before answering "Just a few drops but don't worry" and nuzzled at your cheek, his light stubble scratched gently your skin.

"Y/N" a feminine voice called "It's Julieta, are you hungry, my dear? I just made some Milhojas" she offered.

"Yes, thank you." you accepted her gentle offer.

You and Bruno sat at the table one in front of the other, you shyly tried to feed him and he quickly took a bite, liking the idea, he did the same for you until you both finished your milhojas.

Bruno and you walked toward the stairs to the first floor.

"Isabela is growing cactus everywhere, even beside the stairs, be careful, mi vida" he pointed out for you, he was often helpful towards you even when you didn't need it, but you liked his sweet behaviour.

Once in the room you shared with Bruno you changed your clothes into something a bit warmer since the storm outside lowered the temperature, Bruno discarded his ruana.

When you moved in months before, Casita magically redesigned the interior of Bruno's tower.

Hundreds of steps were no more, same for the sand covering everything, all replaced by a two-room ambient, the one on the left was your bedroom furnished with a comfy bed, a fireplace and two armchairs, alcoves were created from the stone walls, full of candles and small bowls, some of which served as a den for the only friends who kept Bruno company for 10 years of his life and for whom he still felt affection, his rats.

The room on the left was a cave with a domed roof for Bruno to use his powers, some people of Encanto started to ask again for his predictions as they were less afraid of what could have been the outcome.

Bruno was so excited by the changes that he immediately helped you to orient yourself in the new room.

You heard the scratching noise of the gramophone before your favourite song started playing, Bruno placed his hands on your hips and whispered in your ear

"Can I have a dance, chica mas linda del pais?"

Bruno always made you giggle like a child due to his sweetness, he was surely awkward around other people but with you, he found himself at ease.

"I'm sure you can, yes" you smiled, resting your head on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat as you two began moving to the music.

You positioned one hand on his cheek and the other in his curly hair, you always found its softness soothing.

Your feet moved to the notes until the songs ended and you guided him to lay down.

The two of you laid down on the bed, side by side, legs intertwined together and faces just an inch apart.

That closely, you were able to see your lover's face more clearly, his big hazel eyes shone brightly when he was watching you, his freckled cheeks were rosy and his lips were tugged in a soft smile.

You slowly stroked one of his arms, tracing unknown patterns and making his skin rise with goosebumps.

"I never asked you a thing, Y/N" Bruno murmured in a calm tone.

"You always knew about my power, but you're one of the few persons in this village that never asked for a prophecy. Can I ask you why?" He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You took a deep breath "I don't judge the people who want to know how their future will be but...I can't even see the present, why would I want to see the future?"

Bruno hummed, considering your words as he caressed your arms and sides, sneaking his hands under your blouse to touch the skin of your sides.

"And besides" you continued " All I could ever want is right here with me and I'm the happiest person in the entire world, I have you and your familia."

You leaned and pressed your lips on his, feeling them shaking a bit from the emotion but soon he responded, sharing kisses that tasted like love and promises, adoration and joy.

"So you want to be stuck with me for your whole life?" He said playfully "Even if my rats will tickle you in your sleep?"

He started to tickle your sides and belly, making you laugh and thrash around.

"Please, stop! I surrender, but I won't change my idea!" You told catching your breath.

"I love you, Y/N" he whispered.

"I love you, mi futuro" you answered back.

[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Part 1.5: The Rumor.

paring: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz

genre: fluff, angst, roommates au.

warnings for this chapter: angst, cussing, alcohol mention, assault mention, sex mention, fighting.

Notes: ⚠️THIS IS A FLASHBACK CHAPTER. PLEASE READ THE CHARACTER INTRO AND PART ONE FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE. ⚠️

College. The origins of your friend group date back to your high school days, when you, Chan, and Changbin first bonded over your shared love of music and movies. From then on, the three of you were practically inseparable, supporting each other every step of the way. 

Come freshman year of college, Chan and Bin befriended Minho, someone they met in class, but your friendship with Minho began later on that same semester when you were assigned that fated project together. After you and Minho got over your distaste for each other, your friend group became four, constantly together and causing trouble, much to Chan's dismay. It stayed that way until the start of sophomore year when Chan started inviting his cousin Felix to join in on your hangouts, and then Felix invited Jisung and Hyunjin, and finally Hyunjin started bringing Seungmin and Jeongin around. Eventually, you were a close knit group of nine wild idiots.

You had always been a platonically touchy person, craving physical contact and intimacy in all your friendships. Whether it was holding hands, cuddling, or simply sitting close together, you found comfort in the nearness of your friends. As a result, your circle embraced this trait and soon enough, it became the norm to see you all piled up in a cozy corner, phones out, scrolling mindlessly or studying together. 

Halfway through sophomore year came the rumor. It had started at a party, most of your group was drunk save for Innie and Seungmin who were merely tipsy. In the midst of the lively party at the frat house, you discovered a secluded nook, packed with an assortment of soft bean bag chairs and pillows, which became the perfect setting for your drunken cuddle puddle. 

You were sitting between Chan's legs, your back leaning against his chest while he stroked your hair. Jisung was sat the same way between your legs as your hand rubbed his arm while you scrolled through TikTok with the other one. Felix lay on both of yours and Chan's thighs, Minho rested a shoulder on Chan's left side and Jeongin did so likewise to his right. The remaining members laid across each other nearby. You were all touching in some way or another just vibing, chatting, and giggling. 

After a while you started noticing people looking your way, whispering, laughing, and staring, but in your drunken state, you didn't think anything of it. Suddenly Chan sat up straight, lurching you forward a bit. "We need to go." He said sternly, looking at his phone, eyes wide, anger and concern written on his face. "What? Why?" you asked, clearly confused. Minho looked at Chan's phone over his shoulder, his face taking on the same expression. "What the fuck..." he whispered. "What?" you asked again. "It's nothing. Let's just get out of here, okay?" Chan reiterated. "What's going on, let me see!" you giggled, reaching for Chan's phone, he pulled it out of your reach. "It's not important." he lied. You pouted "come onnnnn, Channie." you whined. "y/n..." After struggling to get hold of his phone for a moment, you eventually succeeded but were taken aback by the unexpected image on the screen, making your face drop.

On his phone sat a photo posted on the school's official Facebook page. A photo of the nine of you, mere moments ago, with the word 'whore' scribbled sloppily across your face, and 'simp' scribbled on each of theirs. The caption read "I bet they pass her around like a joint". As you scanned the comments, reading each one, you noticed a common theme..

- "Ew. I bet those boys are infected with something now 🤢"

- "She's probably looser than a child's tooth lmfao"

- "bet she's had more turns than a door knob."

- "I heard she sleeps with professors too 😬"

- "wonder if she gets paid for it, I heard the two pretty boys are rich."

- "how many of them do you think she's taken at once? 😏"

- "at least she's hot, you think they'd share her with me?"

When you finally stopped reading the comments, all eight of the boys were looking at the phone with you, their faces reflecting a deep sense of horror and disbelief. Your eyes burned with tears as your face heated up with embarrassment, your heart racing and your mind filled with thoughts of shame and self-consciousness. Chan took his phone back and stood up, pulling you up with him. The boys followed suit, trailing behind you as Chan lead you out the door by your arm, guiding you through the crowded frat house with a firm grip. None of you even bothered grabbing your jackets from the corridor, the cold air outside nipping at your skin. It seemed nearly everyone there had gotten the notification about the post. They all stared and whispered as you made your way out of the party. 

Your group's steadfast pace didn't stop until you were off campus, Felix mentioning that his family had a property that they could go to instead of heading back to their respective dorms. The boys came to a decision that you would all take the bus there, the next one arriving in somewhere around 30 minutes from then. You hadn't said a word since leaving the frat house, your eyes glued to the ground, unable to make eye contact with any of them. Changbin had given you his hoodie to keep you warm as you all waited for the bus.

"Who the fuck posted that?!" Changbin finally snapped, breaking the silence.

"I don't know but I'm going to kick their ass." Seungmin chimed in.

"No one's kicking anyone's ass.." Chan growled.

Minho scoffed. "Speak for yourself, Chris." 

The four of them began bickering before Jisung finally spoke up "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE UPSETTING HER!!" he shouted at them. They went silent, looking at you with concern. Tears were streaming down your face as Jeongin rubbed your back gently and Jisung squatted in front of where you sat on the bench, holding your hands firmly. Hyunjin and Felix stood off to the side, scrolling through the comments on the post, attempting damage control by responding to negative remarks.

"It's gonna be okay, bug. I promise." Jisung whispered, rubbing the tops of your hands with his thumbs.

Jeongin stroked circles on your back. "Try not to let it get to you, noona."

The bus ride to the house was silent except for Felix and Hyunjin whispering quietly to each other while still engrossed in their phones. Minho sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close as the dark scenery outside passed by in a blur.

The bus dropped you all off at the bus stop nearest to the house, but you still had to walk about 10 minutes to get there. Once you arrived, Felix punched in the code and ushered everyone inside. The interior was chilly as no one currently lived there full time, so the heating system didn't need to be on. Felix clicked it on and turned on the lights. "My parents were just here a couple of weeks ago when they came to visit, so there's probably still snacks and drinks if you guys want anything." He said, leading everyone to the living room. 

You didn't speak again until a couple of hours had passed, everyone submerged in their phones, most likely still doing damage control. You broke the silence. "I'm so sorry.." you whispered, though in the thick silence, it was deafening. As you sat there, your eyes refused to leave the torn fabric of your jeans, as if searching for an answer that only they could provide. Your knees were pulled to your chest as if trying to shield yourself.

Hyunjin spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours "What? Why are you sorry?" he asked, sounding almost offended. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I- I should have known how it would look to everyone.. I'm always hanging all over you guys.." your eyes started started tearing up again. "how many relationships have I ruined for you guys? ...you never date.. is it because people see me all over you? How long have people been assuming this? Was this even the first post? What if they-" you were rambling when Felix stopped you "Hey hey hey, we all hang all over each other, bubs. It's not just you and you shouldn't be putting blame on yourself like that." Seungmin nodded in agreement "Those fuckasses don't even know what they're talking about, all they have is sex on the brain, obviously it's clouding their common fucking sense." he spat out, arms crossed over his chest. "Plus anyone who thinks physical affection is only sexual surely doesn't have a fully developed brain." Jeongin chimed in. Your hands were shaking, something that didn't go unnoticed by Minho. "Take a deep breath, princess." he said softly, taking your hands "this is gonna pass, everyone will forget about this soon enough." 

But it didn't pass, and no one forgot. When you all went back to your classes on Monday, the whispers and stares were seemingly worse. Word had spread like wildfire and it felt like everyone knew about the rumor, even the professors and staff. It continued like that for weeks before things gradually got worse.

Guys would not leave you alone, all of them thinking you were easy and that they had a chance. They would get in your space, whistle at you, even straight up ask you for sexual favors. You even had to stop wearing skirts because guys would flip it up when they'd walk by you. Their behavior eventually caused your friends to get into fights. First it was Changbin, landing a punch to a guy who had grabbed your ass, successfully breaking the guy's nose. Then it was Seungmin, full on kicking a guy to the ground who dared to lift your dress to check the color of your panties. Jisung and Minho followed, teaming up on a few guys who had you cornered against a wall in the back of the library. Even sunshine boy Felix found himself in a fight or two. They all repeatedly got in trouble for violence while those creeps got away scot-free.

Eventually you started skipping your classes and began avoiding your friends. You even stopped staying at the big house and held yourself captive in your tiny dorm room, ignoring their calls and texts. Tensions ran high between the boys, they were always arguing and fighting, their group was completely falling apart and they hadn't seen you in almost two weeks.

Finally, after weeks of being ignored by you, who had suddenly become distant and unresponsive, Chan and Minho decided that they have had enough. Chan organized a group meeting in order to confront the issue head-on. Since you were still ignoring everyone's texts and calls at this point, Minho took matters into his own hands by physically going over to your dorm and practically breaking in just so he could retrieve you. "You can't just fucking ignore us like this, y/n! Do you know how worried we were?!" he said, his voice raised. You said nothing. "Chan wants to talk to everyone. We're going. Now." He stated, almost a demand. He threw some decent clothes at you for you to change into before basically dragging you off campus, and getting you an uber to the house. 

When Minho got you into the house, he lead you to the living room where everyone sat, quietly bickering. "Got her." Minho stated as you both entered the living room. Everyone went quiet, looking at you. "Jesus, bug, you look like you haven't slept in weeks!" Jisung said as he got up, pulling you into a hug.

Seungmin broke the silence that followed. "So, what, why the hell are we here acting like we're having some sort of twisted intervention?" 

Chan sighed, clearly frustrated. "I'm tired of this tearing us apart. This needs to stop. We're constantly fighting with each other and other students. Hell, Seungmin and Minho are one fight away from expulsion for fucks sake!!" he yelled.

Seungmin raised his voice back "yeah well y/n is just avoiding the fucking situation while we all fight for her ass!"

Okay, that one pissed you off. "Who the fuck asked you to fight for me?! Did you even stop to think for one god damn moment that I'm removing myself from the group to stop the fucking rumor!?!" you shouted. The room fell silent as everyone's eyes turned towards you, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. Never before had they heard you raise your voice, and rarely did you even show a hint of anger, especially not towards them. "Am I just supposed to continue like everything is normal?! Continue ruining your lives and reputations!? Having me around you only made shit worse!! Tell me, have you even gotten into fights with other students since I disappeared?!" You screamed. More silence followed. "Yeah.. that's what I fucking thought.." you mumbled, voice cracking. "Having me around will only make shit worse.."

Felix broke the next bout of silence. "but we want you around, y/n. We need you around." Now his voice was cracking.

"Our group isn't the same without you, sweetheart" Chan followed up, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're our glue." 

"I miss my smoke buddy.." Jisung added.

"I miss my noona" Jeongin followed up.

Hyunjin chimed in next "who's going to judge people and gossip with me if you're not around?" 

"Yeah, and it's not like these guys will watch cheesy dramas and romcoms with me.." Changbin all but whined.

"I mean I GUESS I miss you or whatever.." Seungmin grumbled, turning his face away to hide the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Well, I definitely really fucking miss you, princess." Minho whispered, wiping a fresh tear from your cheek.

You let out a shaky breath. "What do we do? If I'm around you things just get worse.. they'll never stop talking about it. They'll never leave us alone. There's a new post about us almost every week! They're not going to let it go and if I keep going to class I'm just going to keep getting assaulted and you guys are going to get expelled for fighting!" You cried. "I miss you guys so fucking much it hurts!" you were full on sobbing at this point. "But what are we supposed to do besides drift apart?" Your last question came out as a whisper.

There was that silence.. Jisung was the one to break it again. "I mean.. what if we just.. dropped out?" he suggested.

Everyone looked between each other. "Well, I mean.. I'm going to be honest, I'm not even planning on using my degree." Chan said. "I've already started producing music in my spare time, and I know Bin and Ji are into it too, I'll have no problem building us a platform with it." 

Seungmin shrugged. "I'm already in the process of starting my own business, and people seem interested. Shouldn't be an issue for me either."

"To be honest classes have been stressful with having a job at Bean Artisan, I like coffee a lot more than school, I skip half of my classes anyway.." Jeongin said with a shrug.

Minho looked at you. "I've been offered a full time teaching position at In Motion Studios. I wasn't going to take it because of school but.. I'd like to."

"and Felix and I have money coming out of our asses, who needs college?" Hyunjin added, Felix nodded in agreement before adding "and my family really wouldn't mind giving us the house. They only ever used this place to visit me because I was staying at the dorms."

You looked at all of them, your lip quivering. "why... why would you all drop out because of me..? I'm not worth that.." you murmured.

They all spoke together in a cacophony of convictions, each one trying to drown out the others with their own certainty. The air was thick with the clashing of various 'of course you are's, 'don't say that's, and 'we want to's. You chuckled through tears as you heard Seungmin throw in a "who cares, fuck the system!"

"and we can take care of you, bubs!" Felix said "I won't even notice a shift in my account if I started spending on you"

You shook your head "No, no. If we do this, I'll find work. I.. think I know a girl who could get me into something that pays well.."

The steady rhythm of the clock's ticking filled the quiet space, emphasizing the pause in conversation.

"Sooooo, are we doing this?" Jisung questioned with a smile, looking to you for the answer.

The attention in the room shifted from each other to focus entirely upon you; every eye turned towards you like a compass needle pointing north - making this moment yours alone to decide what happens next. They waited patiently (and perhaps also anxiously) for your answer to set the conversation in motion once again.

You looked between them, your eyes jumping from one boy to another, finally landing on Minho's encouraging gaze, his pleading eyes and nod of approval filling you with the confidence to finally speak. "...fuck it. Let's do this." you decided.

With wide grins spreading across all their faces, Chan quickly rounded everyone up until they were enveloped within one massive embrace where you sat snuggly at its heart. "Don't you ever disappear on us like that again, sweetheart. You worried us to death." Chan cooed, his chin resting on your head as he stroked your hair.

"Yes, daaaad~" you teased.

As Chan rolled his eyes, his subtle smile gave way to the amusement he felt, prompting the boys to snicker.

After a few weeks of adjustment, things finally started feeling like they were back to normal again, albeit a new kind of normalcy that everyone had to get used to. With everyone now living under the same roof, you all began to grow closer and more tight-knit as time went on. More jokes were shared as well as quality time, and you didn't have to worry about anyone judging your group for being affectionate with each other. Everything just seemed to fall into place and you were content. Happy even.

The only stress you had was brought in the form of your newly acquired job. But that's a story for another time..

mlist || part two

a/n: hopefully this will hold you guys over until I finish part two!! Please please let me know how you liked this by liking, reblogging, or leaving me a comment/ask!!

I don't do taglists!

[nqmonarch]

Valentines Day w/ HSR Characters!

Doing Calc homework and am very stressed, i can feel it everywhere in my body. the math is just not mathing mentally today (i looked at trigonometric identities today so maybe thats why)

Just writing out some messy ideas to take a break

Btw if u sent in a request and I haven't answered it yet I am working on it thank you for your uh question ask thingy i appreciate it, i like to know what people like to read bcus tbh i like to write anything altho jingyuan gets like +10 points cus he fluffy

Valentines Day With Some HSR Characters (Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Stelle)

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is old school romantic. You cannot tell me he wouldn't arrive home with a big bouquet of roses (does HSR even have roses?) and 20 other gifts, including but not limiting to boxes of chocolate, teddy bears, and at least one gag gift. There's gotta be at least one, he'd make a dad joke out of it too.

Then he'd reserve one of the best restaurants on the Luofu and bring you there. He'd probably have booked a private room, thank goodness because no one wants to hear the general continuously compliment you until you're a puddle on the floor. What he is best at is attacks. But if he gets a compliment in return he'll freeze up for a moment before playfully returning it.

Jing Yuan doesn't put on his normal coy facade today, instead he just embraces how much he loves you because he's happy to still have you in his life.

Blade

Blade does not know it's Valentine's Day. It's not his fault, cut him some slack. Anyway Kafka probably reminds him that it's Valentine's Day about half way through the day to which he goes into a silent panic. You can't tell he's panicking he's just staring at the wall with a blank face, he actually looks like he wants to murder someone.

The two of you end up celebrating though! He... pulls something together, it really is something. Sure he smells like blood and the waiters are scared, and taking over this restaurant for a Valentine's Day dinner was definitely not in the script but... It could be worse. He's trying his best, really.

Afterwards you and Blade share lots of cuddles! Something he's pretty good at! Holding you just tight enough, and keeping you close to his side-- you just won't be able to get up if you want to get water or anything. He doesn't say too much but you can feel the love in each caress.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng doesn't really like going out, why would he when all he needs is right by his side? So the two of you stay on the express in the archives. What matters isn't where you are but the company. He'd probably get you a few trinkets from different places he's collected over the years, a necklace, a sick looking compass, whatever fits your vibe.

Dan Heng would probably also write you a love poem, and make you read it or awkwardly recite it in front of you. If you read it out loud though he will get unbelievably embarrassed and snatch it away from you. He'd give it back but he'd take some coaxing, be nice okay? His face is already red.

Then when the night draws to a close the two of you would curl up together on that sorry excuse of what he calls a bed. The majority of your body would be on Dan Heng's using him as a pillow, and his arms would be wrapped around your body keeping you still and warm.

Dan Heng's bed is not it man. Personally, I'd get back problems.

Stelle

"You are the one who deserves the golden trash the most," Truly romantic words from Stelle as she hands you a golden trashbag. That is just the first of the gifts she gives you tonight, and the one that's most valuable to her. It's the thought that counts right? You still have no idea what she's talking about when she mentions fighting Sampo as a trashcan...

The two of you spend a romantic night together, walking down the quiet streets of Belobog, and-- did Stelle just investigate a trashcan again? You should be used to this. On the bright side, every time she gets something cool she comes up to you with the biggest smile on her face, it's beyond adorable. Sometimes the trashcans even have good stuff, like a scarf Stelle lets you wear that thankfully doesn't smell like trash.

It's just good to spend time with the person you love. She spends her time catching you up on everything new from her adventures, and when it's too cold to stay out any longer the two of you head to the Astral Express. Where you shower together and then doze off on one of the Express' couch cushions while playing games. Your head rests against Stelle's reminding you, you're never alone.

Okay I need to get back to homework, fun break thanks guys. Imagine being alone on Valentines Day couldn't be me, I have my Calc Homework. It told me I was integral to it <3 legit peak partner material.

[spaceagesparkledust]

Random Doctor Who Hcs: Favorite Types of Touch!!

Nine loves hand holding. I feel like Nine is very closed off (emotionally) but this man grasps Rose’s hand all the time. So much. First thing he does. And he just…never stops. While dancing. While running. While walking. Probably while sleeping. Ultimate sign of trust for him. Long as he’s got Rose’s hand in his everything is okay. 

Hugs? Yeah. Loves a good congratulatory hug/clasp on the back. But again, huge fan of hand holding, him. 

Ten loves hugs. Like he and Rose also hold hands through all of time and space but he loves hugs. And he needs one constantly. In constant need of a hug. Sir was born out of love and after Rose leaves is constantly touch-starved and clingy. Loves to pick people up as he hugs them. Little spin. Totally would benefit from being compressed into a zip file.

Enjoys people (rose, Donna) messing with his hair. Just like a little scratch and he’ll melt. He’s like a cat. 

He’s very touchy with Donna who has learned to just deal with it. He’s taller than her so he’ll just lean down and put his chin on her shoulder. Or lean against her while watching movies. Just. puddle of time lord. Personal space who?

After Martha stops being his companion, he’s much more open to touch with Martha. He enjoyed hugging her before but his hugs just feel so much better afterwards. Holding hands with Martha is also pretty nice (makes him miss Rose though).

But I think also if he’s being particularly broody he won’t let himself be touched nor will he seek it out because’s always alright. (Donna’s got him though). 

Slightly touch-adverse post Midnight. If it’s a stranger and he doesn’t initiate it, he’s not going to enjoy it. If it’s someone he trusts then he’s more open to it and will likely reciprocate. But a stranger’s hands on him start to feel a little too much like the shuttle. Especially if its a harsh grab.

Tentoo gets to touch Rose all the time. Its great. Favorite type of touch is probably cuddling and kissing because he can do that now. Any time he wants without fear. 

Eleven likes subtle touches. Grabbing Amy’s arm while he’s excited. Patting Rory on the back or shoulder. Poking someone. He moves around too much for other types of touches so he’ll give little swipes of affection. 

He does still enjoy hugs though, particularly from Amy. 

I think if the Doctor’s hugged for too long he’ll like shut down or something. 

Amy discovers the head scratchy thing and it like, shuts him off. Completely slack. Amy finds it hilarious and so fascinating and 11 hates it so much. It is a good way to bring him back down to earth though. 

“Rory, come look at this.” 

“Do you feel better?” “yes. Don’t think I’m not mad at you anymore Pond.”

River also knows about this and threatens to use it for evil all the time. She and Amy have definitely chased 11 around the TARDIS, only for 11 to run into Rory’s arms thinking that Rory is safe. He’s not. Rory knows about the spot. Rory is not safe. 

I don’t think 11 really knows how to respond to kissing. Not his favorite. Could do without it/give him a warning if you’re going to kiss him. 

He’s gotten used to kissing River but sometimes he’s still ick about it.

He does love giving Amy forehead kisses though! 

Martha likes cheek kisses. She seems like that kind of girl. A little smooch to the cheek. She’ll do it with her family, they’ll do it with her. She’ll give them to her friends. She gives one to the Doctor post-companionship. She gives them to Jack. He gives them to her. Its very cute. 

Fourteen is touchy as heck. Oh my gosh. It’s different from 10 though where he was constantly touch-starved, no Fourteen just loves giving affection to his friends. 

Most affectionate with Donna. They’re like glued to each other. 

Gives Mel enthusiastic hugs too. 

Likes giving more than receiving. He very much needs to be held for a good minute but he much prefers giving hugs and other forms of physical affection TO other people rather than them to him.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Lionsquirrel Headcanons

Because this is a amazing OTP and I can’t comprehend why more people don’t ship it.

Also I need to convert more people because I can only make so much content with my disabled ass

He 10000% was the one to build her Treehouse Headquarters in Central Park

The T4T energy between them is off the charts man

Despite her being vegetarian and him eating a meat heavy diet it’s not as stressful of a deal in the kitchen as you would think. Sergei is a master hunter, and world traveler. It’s not like he doesn’t know how to make recipes with OUT meat products. Nothing like using separated kitchenware and cooking the fruits and veggies first before the meat can’t fix.

Speaking of food he makes her homemade nut butter. Fresh nuts from morning walks.

Since he’s so old, and had been married before, he knows the song and dance well. What does that mean? He actually gets a chance to enjoy this relationship compared to having it more of a business contract between powerful families.

He still has issues with his masculinity but whenever he and she are private together he is the biggest sappy kitty around. Purring and nuzzling her. His cat instincts able to be proudly displayed with no worries

The snuggles they have are top tier. They are constantly cuddling each other.

Doreen is normally the big spoon/the one being held due to her tail.

All four of his kids really like Doreen. Like genuinely. Think she is the healthiest thing their dad has had….Ever.

Since taking the more heroic role of Kraven The Hunter Of Hunters it’s put alot of his normal activities in the dumpster. Nearly took on a house husband role with Doreen going out and about. He finds it healing and comforting to do rather human things. Especially have time to spend with his kids. Who knew not hunting Spider-Man could be therapeutic?

Oh Doreen is pampered so hard. She is given hand made furs for her uniform and when the winter comes. Shes vegetarian, yes, but she knows furs from Sergei are done far more humane and ethnically than grabbing pleather from a store chain. She respects nature and he respects nature.

So many picnics oh my God

And him dragging her into the world traveling life. Give me Squirrel Girl over in Russia with Sergei dammit. Fur coats and all.

Doreen’s favorite feature on Sergei is his eyes. Sergei’s favorite feature about Doreen is her smile.

For an embarrassingly long time Sergei thought that whenever Doreen talked about ‘Python’ it was about a ACTUAL Python. She’s never let him live it down.

She got Sergei invested into video games with her. They especially love playing together on games like shooters, hehehe meta, and teamwork heavy gameplays. Stardew was one of the few games Sergei ever 100% on. Doreen helped, and it’s a cherished memory between them.

Matching jewelry. Doreen has one of his lion tooth’s on a necklace, and Sergei is sporting acorn charms.

She is constantly stealing his shirts, and since he’s a proud ass nudist it works out

Morning runs together constantly

Having an extra set of hands for her tail has made life so much easier. He also takes great joy in it. Acts of service is his love language, and what better than combing and helping her wash her tail?

She makes chirp noises like a squirrel and it makes him melt

In turn his purrs make her turn into a puddle all the same

PDA addicts. In private he’s alot more soft, but infront of others he is territorial as all hell. He’s holding her and growling at anyone who’s coming too close. She finds it adorable. Others find it terrifying.

Since he’s so old and done so much traveling he knows French. Since she’s Canadian she also knows French. The dialects are different but it’s nice to have their ‘own language’ to share.

She’s secretly been trying to learn Russian in private, to surprise Sergei, thanks to Nat, Bucky, and Illyana. Bucky and Nat really helped since they know older slang on top of it all.

Nose nuzzling kisses. Need I say more?

Took ages for tippy toe to warm up to him, but she can’t deny that he’s really nice to climb and nuzzle on. Not everyone is comfy with a squirrel running around on you. He welcomes it, and doesn’t even mind when she’s in his hair.

One of their favorite things to do, besides co op games, is just existing together. Even if it’s doing their own things. It won’t be a suprise to enter their home to see Sergei’s head in her stomach as she plays some video game. Either napping or happily listening to her talk out loud about the game itself. Doesn’t matter if he has no idea what any of the words mean. Existing is nice.

It’s also nice to have someone be there for his chronic depression and spiral spells. Sometimes you just need to exist and survive the moment. She’s always there to keep him grounded.

You’ll always see her pampering him in affection through words, and he is always pampering her in affection through actions.

When the day comes for proposing it’ll be Doreen who does it first.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Chapter 1

Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/E/C: your eye color Y/M/C: your Marvel character Y/H/C: your hair color

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

Next chapter

Sebastian was totally screwed. He had promised himself never to fall for another costar again, and yet here he was, pining after this new, rising star of an actress, Y/N L/N, who had literally been plucked from obscurity and became an overnight acting and singing sensation. He was skeptical when he first heard from the director that there was a new character being introduced into the Marvel cinematic universe, and specifically into his character, Bucky Barnes’, storyline. Not only was he skeptical of the latecomer, but also because the director told him the actress was new to the business and had never acted in anything besides high school and college plays and musicals. But the director was excited about her, and told Sebastian she was extremely talented for having so little experience, especially with her singing. Sebastian never expected to be completely floored by her.

The moment he met her he was astounded by her kindness, humor, compassion, open-mindedness, but mostly by her fierce love for people and how much she liked physical contact with others. She always seemed to be cuddling with a co-star on set, holding hands with Elizabeth Olsen or pinching Scarlett Johanssen’s butt in passing. Sebastian lived for the moments when she would waltz over and give him a long hug, or cuddle up to him when she was tired, or randomly hold his face in her hands and just stare at him for a minute, smiling, like she was trying to memorize every little part of him. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot whenever he saw her, his heart doing a flip when she was near, and feeling extreme jealousy when she was close with anyone else. But that’s just how she always was. It was her love language, and quickly turning into his as well.

Her infectious giggle rang through the air and his head whipped to the direction it came from. The Marvel cast was in a large venue, meeting the thunderous applause of the excited fans waiting in line, and yet he could pick her voice out of the crowd. Y/N was hugging Chris Evans and laughing as he picked her up and swung her around in a circle. Sebastian felt the nasty little green monster called Jealousy bare its teeth in his heart and he slightly hung his head in shame, still watching them out of the corner of his eye. He knew Chris was harmless, only saw Y/N as a friend, yet couldn’t help but stare daggers at him.

“Chill, dude,” Anthony Mackie muttered to him as the line of fans kept moving.

“What?” Sebastian quickly turned to look at him.

“Oh come on, man, you’re being totally obvious,” Anthony smirked.

“Ugh, I know,” Sebastian sighed, reverting his attention to the kids in front of him dressed as Captain America and Black Panther. “Great costumes guys, you look better than Chris and Chadwick combined!” he praised. The fans smiled and quickly took a selfie with him and Mackie before moving on with the rest of the fans filing into the lecture hall area.

“Nobody looks better than me in that suit, Stan, and you know it!” Chris walked up behind them, Y/N following close behind.

Sebastian laughed at Chris, giving him a quick hug, then turned to his favorite face and smiled adoringly at her. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Seb,” she smiled back, taking his hands in hers. “How are you?” She looked right in his eyes, making him feel like he was melting into a puddle from her Y/E/C-eyed stare.

He rubbed her soft hands in his, clutching tighter so she couldn’t leave just yet. “I’m good,” he could feel himself blushing, “how are you?”

“I’m amazing,” she giggled, “I saw a whole group of little girls dressed up as Y/M/C, it was so cool! All of them dressed as me, I never thought I’d see something like that.” She was slightly jumping in front of him from excitement, and he laughed at her antics.

“It is pretty cool when they dress up as you,” he agreed. “Makes you feel pretty special, huh?”

“Oh yeah!” she laughed, her blinding smile lighting up her features. “Though to be honest I’m pretty tired,” she spoke quietly, moving closer so he could hear her. Sebastian took another look at her and could see that her eyes looked to be a bit duller than usual. This long press tour was reaching its sixth week and they had constantly been traveling to different states, countries and continents, talking to thousands of people, taking millions of pictures, and she had never done it before. She was putting on a brave face, but he could tell she missed her kids.

Y/N was a single mother. Sebastian had been surprised by that fact at first, but after he met her kids while on set, her motherly nature made him fall for her more than before. She had been married before, had two children with her husband, but then he had suddenly died from a brain aneurysm about 2 years before she had been discovered by the director of the movie. Being a single mom had never been the plan for her, but in his opinion, coming from a single mother himself, she was succeeding immensely on her own. He also fell in love with her kids. They were extremely well-mannered and relaxed in nature, just like her, but had the cutest personalities that made him love spending time with them. Her daughter, Lulu, was always singing, (also just like her mother), and dancing around, constantly chatting to anyone who would entertain her. Her son, Ollie, was the quiet observer who didn’t feel the need to talk much, but had the sweetest laugh. He would usually babysit them on set if she needed to do a scene that he wasn’t in with her. They called him Sebby, and he called them his munchkins.

Y/N hadn’t seen them in almost a full month. She didn’t want them on the road so much and had left them with her parents for a while. But they were still so young that she felt she was missing out on them growing, even if only for a month. Sebastian missed them, too, but couldn’t imagine what it felt like for her. He gave her a warm smile and squeezed her hands, then pulled her into a hug. He could feel her melt into him and his head felt fuzzy. “I miss them, too,” he whispered to her. She looked up at him with an unreadable expression, and he waited for her reaction. Y/N finally gave him a small smile, her eyes starting to well up a little which she quickly brushed away with a laugh. He smiled back at her and hugged her once more before reluctantly letting go of her. She kept her arm looped with his as they followed the other stars to the stage of their latest Marvel panel, fans screaming as they came into the light.

***

“Y/N! How has it felt being the newbie among all these big actors in these movies?” the fan asked at the microphone.

Y/N smiled at her and leaned forward to her mic. “It’s been amazing, a little intimidating at times, but overall a lot of fun. I feel like I’ve learned so much from all of them and made some really meaningful, lasting friendships. They’re like my family.”

Sebastian smiled at her as she finished speaking. The audience cheered after her answer and the next fan came up to the mic to ask a question.

“Hi, I’m a big fan of the MCU. My question is also for Y/N, actually.” Y/N leaned forward again and smiled at him, awaiting his question. “My question is, Y/N, what do you think your late husband would think of you kissing and having a love scene with one of your costars?”

Sebastian immediately saw red. He leaned forward quickly, slapping his hand on the panel table. “What did you just say?” he said loudly. The other co-stars started chastising the fan as well, telling him what he said was inappropriate, how dare he ask her such a question, that he was being incredibly rude. The fan started blubbering as they shouted at him, trying to apologize, but the damage was done. The fans in the audience gasped and booed him loudly as he desperately looked around for an ally. Sebastian stopped yelling and looked at Y/N. She sat quietly in her seat, staring at the fan with furrowed brows, her hands folded together. She seemed to be waiting patiently for everyone to stop talking. He reached over and put his hand over hers. She slowly looked at him, eyebrows still furrowed, looked at his hand on hers, then back to his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. She blinked, then slowly gave him a small smile, moving her hand out from his so she could comfortably hold it. He gave her a lopsided smile back and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. She looked back at his hand again, then looked towards the fan that was trying to walk away.

“I want to answer the question,” she announced into the mic. Everyone on the panel whipped their heads to look at her, the audience noise quickly died down, the rude fan looked like he was about to shit himself.

“You know what my dead husband would say to me kissing Sebastian Stan in this movie?” she replied, a menacing undertone to her otherwise soft spoken voice. The rude fan stared wide-eyed at her. “He’d say, ‘Get it, girl.’ That’s what my dead husband would say.”

The whole room erupted in applause. Sebastian stared at her, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. Anthony stood up hollering, “That’s right! She told you! Yaaas Queen!” Chris threw his head back laughing, right hand over his left boob as he always does, everyone else clapping, nodding their heads to what she said. The rude fan quickly left after people started pushing him out of the venue hall.

Sebastian was still holding Y/N’s hand, and he could feel her squeezing his hand, as she watched the fan leave. Her face was still stern, making sure the fan left, and once he was through the doors she relaxed her grip. Sebastian gave her hand a small squeeze to grab her attention. She looked back over at him, her eyes softening as she looked at him and a small side smile lighting up her face again. He smiled at her then pulled her in for a hug. She hugged him back tightly. He could tell she was trying to ground herself after the whole ordeal. Her anxiety tended to flare up in crowd settings like this, and for someone to try to call her out on something like that in front of everybody probably had her struggling to breath for a minute. The audience cheered louder as they hugged each other.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N slightly shivered in his hold and a little flare of hope sparked in his heart that maybe he had just as much effect on her as she had on him. He felt her smile against his cheek and she whispered back, “Thank you.”

[systemadministratorclu]

✧ First time cuddling together.

First time cuddle puddle! x)

@the-haunted-office

(I'm gonna guess you mean all three here. If not, I will gladly redo it.)

Rourke is the base, of course, being the biggest of the three. He smiles slightly as his arms pull the other two in close, a smile only the two of them would recognize as such as he looks down at the two most important people in his life; Milo, his sweet and nerdy little husband of several thousand years, and Doomsday, the woman who had been a ghost when the three met and had scared the shit out of them only to become their best friend and now their partner.

For his part, Milo absolutely LOVES things like this. Being wrapped up tight in Lyle's strong arms and held close against him, the steady rise and fall of his chest soothing under Milo's cheek, the warmth of the huge man also a comfort to him. And now looking across to see another face joining them, he too smiles, a hand lightly taking hers so all three are touching now.

For Doomsday, it's a new sense of closeness with them. But....it isn't stifling. Somehow, Rourke's arm around Milo is tight and strong like Milo likes, but the one around her is....grounding, but not restrictive. It's loose enough she could move if she felt uncomfortable, but tight enough to ensure she doesn't question if she's included here. She most certainly is. Milo had even let her have his usual spot on Rourke's left, where, if she lays her ear against him, she can hear the strong pulse of his heart. And then Milo's hand takes hers and like Rourke's arm, his grip is tight enough to say 'you're with us. We love you' yet loose enough that she can pull her hand away if she's uncomfortable.

It's just a single moment of calm and peace, a mere blink in the great span of Time. But they are content to just Be in that one moment, each one a part of the others, each knowing that even when this moment ends, the bond that connects them will not. If anything, it will only be stronger after this.

(Sorry this took so long. :( )

[tending-the-hearth]

Mutant Mayhem hc time besties!!!!!! Mainly mutant fam hcs because they’re spinning in my brain

And obviously spoilers for the movie (which comes out tomorrow!!! I’ve held onto these for a whole three days since seeing the movie on Saturday!!!!)

Scumbug actually ends up becoming a confidant for Leo, and he learns how to talk to her, and Splinter just has to hold back happy tears

Just the boys in general getting taught by Scumbug and being so intent on learning how to talk to their new parental figure

Bebop and Rocksteady (ofc) help Raph to learn some… better coping mechanisms than fighting, and the three of them definitely have weekly meditation sessions with Splinter

GIANT FAMILY CUDDLE PILES

Mikey is SO tactile and loves physical affection and he absolutely climbs all over Rocksteady, who will remain as still as possible for his baby brother so NO ONE SPEAK TO HIM

Leatherhead definitely clicks with Raph. Idk why, I just think they click, they become really close!!!

And after April fully becomes integrated into the family… that’s their sister!!!! She gets included in the cuddles!!

Mondo and Mikey becoming twins is so important to me… they are so goofy and silly together

I think Donnie would REALLY get along with Wingnut, idk I think Wingnut has such strong big sister energy, and she’d be one of Donnie’s biggest cheerleaders (besides the other turtles) when he starts really getting into tech

There’s definitely a parent/teacher conference night, and Splinter shows up, because he wants to show his boys that he supports them, and the teachers are just in a puddle of emotions over how much he gushes over his sons, and how excited he is to learn how well they’re doing in school. He’s probably the proudest parent any of the teachers have met, and he quickly becomes a teacher favorite over how much he supports his kids.

I just think the entire school would see the brothers, know what they did for the city, and automatically just be ready to lay down their lives for the boys and their family.

Like, Raph has a wrestling meet, they go, and the family is just completely surrounded by people from the school who give death glares to anyone who even glances at them wrong.

This goes along with my 2012 “best kept secret in the city” hc, but as soon as it comes out that the boys are only 15, i fully believe the adults who were helping them immediately have a crisis, because those are literal children, and Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey become unofficially adopted by every adult in New York City

I just hope you know that knowing my hc of NYC knowing about the turtles and keeping them a secret is now canon in Mutant Mayhem is making me THRIVE besties

[sparklemotiongalaxy]

Noir's recipe for a Cuddle Puddle

I love the found-family-slash-team-of-misfits-dynamic going on for the Power Revolution in the Eriverse, so it's about them.

(AU by @erigold13261)

And it's Noir-centric.

(Note: this fic is formatted a little weird)

797 words

Enjoy!

Duration: 2 years

During times of high stress, this can be a great way to warm up your mind.

Ingredients (for 13 people): 30 pillows 20 blankets 5 bean bags 1 revolution in the making 1 facility to keep powers in control (that is rotten) 1 CEO/tyrant who needs a reality check, otherwise known as Miguel O'Hara A spoonful of determination A pinch of nostalgia (Store brought homesickness is also acceptable)

Preparation:

Do the right thing, and fight Nazis.

Get colors drained in a fight.

Realize that they want you "fixed", and fall into a loop of self hatred and doubt.

Get sent to Nueva York.

Befriend people, while drowning in nihilism.

Have your Rubik's Cube recolored by Miles.

Realize that there is a potential to fight back, and resurface to take action.

Start preparing for a revolution with the people you befriended.

Discover that Hobie is worked up from training and planning. TIP: Hobie plays the guitar (or anything that is around) when they are in a good mood. If that is not happening, they are stressed.)

Get as many pillows, blankets, and bean bags as you can. TIP: If there is not enough where you are, get them from the laundry. Remember to return them once this recipe is done.

Directions:

Set the pillows, blankets and bean bags on the floor.

Put 20 pillows and 10 blankets up in a "fort" formation. TIP: Pillows do not stabilize themselves, so use a stool or chair to stabilize the "fort".

The rest of the pillows should be spread around with the blankets.

Put the bean bags in random places too. TIP: Make sure that the others are not back from their daily activities yet, you want this to be a surprise.

Once Hobie comes back, tell them that that people cannot be on fight mode all the time.

Guide them to the "fort", and see them lie on their back. TIP: Tell them that they need to take care of themself, especially if Hobie themself is trying to promote self-care.

Margo, Peni and SP//dr have returned, so allow them to be surprised with the situation you created.

Check how they managed to settle in the "fort", after hearing some soft giggles.

Ham has come back. After she does a quick finger salute, she lounges on the bean bag in the "fort" without anyone asking. Tell them that is absolutely fine.

Pavitr tries to squeal when he sees the pillows, but motion him to lower it. He happily takes a blanket, and rests his head on Ham's bean bag.

Watch as soft clouds emerge from Pavitr's head.

You sense some footsteps.

Miles and Gwen have returned. Enjoy their expressions as they see the renewed space.

After thanking you, those two settle down right beside Pavitr, after picking up some pillows and blankets. You decide to give those two some space.

Yu has come back, and he quietly looks back at the arrangement and yourself. Nod and tell him he can go wherever he wants. He thanks you.

He picks up a blanket near Miles and Gwen, but not too close.

You see that Gwen shuffles so that she is sandwiched between Miles and Yu. You hear Pav make an "awww" whisper.

Tell a very confused Kento that this was your own making.

He chooses a bean bag, grabs a blanket, and places it near the Miles-Gwen-Yu sandwich, with him laying near them.

Make sure that the last three who return do not ruin this for everyone else.

The moment you hear footsteps, approach them.

Do a zipping motion to your mouth, then drag a finger across your neck.

Allow Satoru and Suguru to grab several blankets and pillows, and see how they have closely nuzzled with each other in their arms.

Shoko puts another blanket atop them, and it lays on their bodies.

Silence.

Allow yourself enjoy the peace.

They were people you were initially forced together with.

But now…

You love them.

Platonically of course.

You love them enough to set all this up in such a short amount of time.

You love them enough to go with a plan that might all go up in flames.

Not that you belive you and everyone will lose.

You hear Hobie tell you that you need to take a break too.

They tell you that you look exhausted too.

Hobie taps the space near them, in the fort.

You go in.

"Thanks, mate. For everything."

Enjoy your Cuddle Puddle. It is the best thing you will cook in a while.

[animelovelover123]

DMC: Family Pet AU – Adoption Process

The day you are adopted into the family and how everyone deals with the news of your joining.

Link to Master List

THE Set-Up

You awake from a dreamless sleep to your name being called in a whisper intended to be quiet enough to not wake the rest of your colony but the frantic way it was said disturbed some around you. Your arm was being tugged at carefully by one person while another smacked your leg repeatedly.

“Get up!”

“Now!”

“She’s on her way.”

“She’s coming just to see you.”

“You have to get ready.”

“Hurry, hurry.”

The voices belonged to two of your aunties. Not blood-related aunties though, as far as anyone knew. The frequency at which people were taken, returned, born, or abandoned on the colony by demon families that found the child too close to your species to be worth keeping was too high for anyone to track who actually birthed whom or who was born together. Anyone, of any gender, who was released, abandoned, and/or escaped from their family and made it back to the colony was referred to as ‘auntie’ or ‘uncle’. Such as the two above you, an abandoned and a released auntie respectively, who grew more violent the longer you pretended to ignore them.

“Just go.” Came a sleepy grumble from one of your siblings behind you as he gave you a decently strong kick to your lower back. Again, not your actual blood sibling, as far as anyone knows. It was just another person in your colony who was of age yet had not been taken in by a family yet, just like you. “Some of us still wanna sleep.” Your sibling adds, which was met by a small chorus of agreeing grumbles.

“Fine.” You grumble back, relenting to the pull on your arm trying to sit you up.

“Come on, you have to get cleaned up.” The auntie on your arm said as she continued to pull you up off the ground. The other auntie stopped smacking your leg to instead peel off the various tails, hands, and limbs that kept you tangled in the mass cuddle puddle.

“Why?” You whine, rubbing your tired eyes as you put up no fight in being dragged out of the den, out into the cool air not yet warmed by the rising sun.

“Because Ms. Matier is on her way.”

Ms. Matier? You knew her, the whole colony did actually. She was a Guardian of Vie de Marli, or Dumary Island as the humans called it, along with her daughter Lucia. The colony and the guardians were on friendly terms with each other, helping each other out on occasion but generally staying out of each other’s business. Ms. Matier and Lucia, though, seemed to have a soft spot for your people, having gone out of their way to track down and reunite lost/abandoned pets with their original colonies. Or, at the very least, helped put to rest those of your people who were killed by their demon family. The two women had shown far more kindness to your colony than most humans and demons, so it is no surprise that anything the mother and daughter pair asked for in return was gladly given, but…

“Why do only I have to get up?” You ask as you are led to the natural spring not too far from the den where a few other people, a mix of aunties, uncles, and siblings, are waiting.

“Because Ms. Matier has requested you specifically.” The auntie holding your arm finally releases you to motion you into the water.

“Why though?” You had expected to receive the usual cleaning, that being licks and bites from yourself and others to clean your body, including the hard-to-reach places like the large ears atop your head and the base of your tail. But it looks like you’re getting the royal package as once you step into the water the others quickly start lathering you up in the sparsely used body scrub and shampoo (including conditioner after) purchased from the human stores that your people rarely have the chance to enter. And off to the side, was that a sibling holding the lacy, bead-embroidered lingerie outfit and robe that an uncle stole when he fled his family? That’s the fanciest clothes your colony owned!

“We don’t have all the details yet,” An auntie started as she lifted your chin up to stop the shampoo suds from dripping into your eyes. “but Ms. Matier believes you would make the perfect Pet for a family she knows.”

“Is the entire family here?” Sparda asked as he finally entered the mansion dining room, calling all eyes to him.

“Yep, just waiting on you, pops.” Dante said, his usual joking tone having a twinge of annoyance laced in. “Nice of you to be the last to arrive when you’re the one who called the meeting.” Dante snarked, eyes closed so he missed the piercing glare he got from his older brother, though he could feel it.

“Show father some respect.” Vergil spat.

“Don’t worry about him Verg,” Lady hushed with a casual wave, seemingly unaffected by Vergil’s glare being directed at her next for the nickname. “Dante’s just grumpy because he had to wake up before noon.”

“It’s not just ‘before noon’. It’s six in the morning where I’m living!” Dante defended.

“Six is a perfectly reasonable time to wake up.” Credo informed matter-of-factly. “Training is done best in the early hours of the morning.”

“But you have to remember Credo, not all of us grew up with morning group training and prayers.” Kyrie said, voice calm and gentle, devoid of any judgment or annoyance.

“True…” Trish started, checking her nails nonchalantly. “But most of us also don’t sleep in so late that the sun is already going down by the time we wake up.” Her eyes jump up so she can watch the dramatic look of betrayal Dante put on.

“I’m not the only one who thinks it’s too early. Back me up on this Nico.” Dante said with a full arm gesture towards the mechanic who didn’t respond.

“You’re being talked to.” Nero informed, rolling his shoulder to get his best friend’s resting head off of him. “Wake up.”

“Wha…? Hu…?” Nico’s head popped up and she looked around, her tired brain confused at why she wasn’t in her van.

“See what I mean!” Dante proclaimed as if Nico’s inability to stay awake proved his point, which it kind of did.

“You ever hear the saying ‘the early bird gets the worm’?” Griffon asks in a mocking tone as he hovered around the tired half-breed.

“You would know about that, wouldn’t you feather face?” Dante shot back, pushing the avian away.

“Come back here.” V instructed, waving his cane in a beckoning motion. “Or will I have to call you back?”

“No no,” Griffon assured, flying back over to his master. “I wanna hear this.” He settles himself atop Shadow who is sitting proudly at the end of the dining table beside V. A giggle from the other end of the table brings all eyes to Eva whose chair was at the head of the table beside her husband’s.

“It’s so nice to have everyone in such high spirits.” She explains, her maternal instincts being put at ease by seeing her whole family so lively.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Sparda concurred, leaning down to give his wife a greeting kiss on the cheek before taking his seat beside her. “As the head of the Sparda family, I couldn’t be happier to have all of my kin together and safe, especially after all the years of hardship and stress we have endured.” The mood in the room dampened a bit as each family member thought back to their own personal struggles they have faced and overcome to get where they are now. “And for all of your efforts, and with us all now in stable situations,” All of the family, except Eva who had already discussed the idea with Sparda, looked up in interest. Even Nico woke up from her nap on Nero’s shoulder. “I think it’s about time this family adopted a Pet.”

Some of the family raised their brows in realization. Dante let out a whistle, Vergil nodded in understanding, and Lady let out a slightly annoyed huff.

“A pet?” Nico parroted back; brain not fully awake yet.

“Like a dog or something?” Nero questioned.

“Not quite-” Trish started with an amused chuckle at Nero’s naivety but was interrupted before she could explain further.

“They’ll have ears and a tail like a dog,” Griffon cut in, hoping off of Shadow’s head to start hobbling down the dining table, smug in his superior knowledge. “but instead of throwing them a bone you get to give them a bone, if you know what I-” Griffon was cut off by Shadow pouncing on him, pinning him to the table then grabbing his neck in her jaws with enough force to hold him but not hurt him.

“My apologies.” V said as Shadow carried Griffon out of the room despite the bird's squawks and cries to be released, tone polite but face showing his annoyance at his familiar’s crude words. “Please disregard him.”

“W-w-wait.” Kyrie stammered, a blush covering her face at the implication before all colour drained away in horror. “Don’t tell me… are you talking about a… a… sex slave?”

“Is that what you mean by ‘Pet’?” Nico asked, finally coming to full alert.

“Hell no.” Nero asserted, slamming his hand down on the dining table. “I’m not okay with this plan.”

“Calm down kid,” Dante jumped in, making Nero turn his determined glare onto the elder. “it’s not as bad as you’re thinking, trust me.”

“The kind of ‘Pet’ being referred to here is in reference to a certain species of demon.” Credo began explaining, having studied demon tradition through his work with The Order of the Sword and serving under Vergil. “They have been bred specifically to serve demon family units as a companion and, if the family so does wish, for more intimate care and as a carrier of children.”

“Dante and Credo are right dear.” Eva jumped in, unconsciously raising a hand to pat Nero’s shoulder calmingly but being too far from him to do so. Trish seemed to get the picture though as she stepped in and delivered the pats for her (kind of) twin. “And even compared to other demon families, we intend to treat our Pet better.”

“That’s correct dear.” Sparda laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder in solidarity before standing from his chair to assert some dominance over the situation. “Though many other demon families may treat their Pet cruelly, I trust this family to care for and treat our future Pet with all due respect, as any living creature deserves.” Sparda took a pause to gaze around the room. A sense of paternal and leadership pride washes over him as all his kin quickly and unanimously nod their heads, showing that they do intend to treat the supposed Pet well. “Now,” He continues. “this decision has been a long time coming. I had intended to adopt a Pet once Vergil and Dante became of age in human years, but then…” Sparda trailed off. His, and a few other family members’, eyes turned to Vergil, some with sympathy and others with anger.

Vergil couldn’t look at any of them, lowering his gaze in shame as he thought back to when, at only 19 years of age, he had gotten into such an intense argument with his family, and especially his brother, that he dived into the demon world alone to try to prove himself. He hadn’t been able to rejoin the family for over 20 years.

“circumstances changed.” Sparda continued, not wanting to dig up his eldest son’s bad decision and harsh punishment. “But now that we are all together and as an even bigger family than I could have ever imagined,” Again Sparda looked around the room at all of the people that had blessed his life by joining his unorthodox family unit. “I think it will be good for us to finally adopt a Pet. And I know just the woman to help us find the perfect one.”

“Ms. Matier,” You call out from the back seat of the car where you sit alone, Lucia currently driving while Ms. Matier took the front passenger seat. “who is this ‘family’ you’re taking me to?”

“It is the family of a dear friend of mine.” Ms. Matier answered in a wistful, far-off tone as if she were remembering a distant memory. “Tell me child, have you heard of a demon lord named Sparda?”

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” you say. Your eyes wander away from the front of the car as you try to remember what little you know of Sparda. “I know he is a powerful demon that helped you and the other guardians defeat Argosax the Chaos a long time ago.” Your hands mindlessly fiddle with beads of the sheer lingerie robe your colony had given you to wear before sending you off to your new life. “But that’s all I know.” The battle with Argosax was long before your time.

“Do you perhaps remember the battle with Arius several years ago?” Lucia jumped in, glancing back at you briefly through the rearview mirror to catch your nod before looking back to the road. You were around when Arius started to cause mayhem on the island. Many people of your colony were taken then, and almost none were seen again, not alive at least. “The man who helped defeat Arius and the resurrected Argosax, Dante, is the son of Sparda.”

A father defeating a chaos god and then his son coming back decades later to defeat the mad sorcerer and the same god that was resurrected? That’s either a crazy coincidence or this family has a thing for saving the world.

“Yes, they are a noble family.” Ms. Matier says, a calm smile on her face. “And though it took a while, the Sparda family has finally found peace in their lives and wish to continue this time of peace and joy with a Pet of their own.”

“We’re here.” Lucia announced as she brought that car to a stop. As all three of you step out of the vehicle you look around. You were at some sort of private dock where only one, awfully large, ship sat in the water. Even though the sun has fully risen at this point, you can’t help but shiver as the ocean wind whips at your barely covered body. Thankfully the lingerie outfit was not sheer like the robe, but it was still a thin, silky material that did not hold in any of your warmth.

“I’ll go tell them we are here.” Ms. Matier announced as she swiftly made her way down the dock and onto the ship, faster than one would think her old body was capable of.

“You know,” Lucia started, politely offering you an arm to take as the rough wood of the dock wasn’t exactly pleasant on your bare feet. “my mother and Sparda are very close. They still send letters to each other almost every month.” She begins walking you down the dock. “Sparda knew that my mother loved and watched over Pets, so when he and his wife decided they wanted a Pet for the family he came to her asking her to find the perfect match, and mother chose you.”

As you arrive at the ramp connecting the ship to the dock, Ms. Matier emerges from inside the ship, bringing with her two people. One was a woman, clearly in her later years yet still seeming healthy. Her blond hair with the occasional gray strands and her gentle smile which showed her laugh lines give an aura of a kind, mature, loving mother. The other was a man, standing tall and proud, looking far younger than the woman he was linking arms with. You would later learn that this seeming age gap was due to their different species’ lifespans. Still, he smiled gently down at the two women around him like he was speaking with old friends.

“I can promise you this,” Lucia continued. Her arm slips away from yours as the three finally turn to look at you. “you will be happy with them.”

[unnervinglyferal]

Piggybacking on your conversation with chaos

There is no such thing as holding the baby too much! There is no such thing as spoiling the baby!

Older generations will tell you things like “you can’t pick up the baby every time it cries”, “don’t hold the baby too much” and other fucked up parenting takes as if they are bestowing the ancient wisdom upon you.

Like? Fuck that! we are social animals who depend on each other for survival. We are meant to sleep in a cuddle puddle. Descended from apes whose children were clung to constantly lest they fall out of the tree.

Even as your daughter gets older there is nothing wrong with meeting her needs. And a desire for physical closeness to you guys is a legitimate need. There are lots of seasoned parents out there who will try to convince you otherwise.

And I know how much you love an argument, but there’s no point with people like that. Just acknowledge and ignore. “Ok , thank you” or “I never heard that before, thanks” and continue your own shit.

So yeah, just to be warned and to say trust your gut.

Luckily my girlfriend's great-grandma doesn't seem like the "don't spoil the baby"-type. I'm going to start biting fingers off if someone tries to take the baby away from me. My girlfriend seems fine with that, she breastfeeds but apparently today we all agree that I'm the one holding the baby. Even when she's hungry she doesn't like being handed from me to her and she'll protest a bit before remembering why she was moved. You can kind of see the thought in her eyes, when she calms down from whining enough to see that she's being held by her mother again, and going "oh, right. The titty."

[whitegoldtower]

Life in Castle Volkihar is pretty serene after everything’s subsided.

The dawnguard don’t attack any more. Harkon’s dead. Corryn and Caerwyn aren’t fighting.

Valerica’s back in her study. Serana’s got her mum back. She’s gained a brother in Eddard, who also sees her as a sister.

Garan Marethi can finally relax because tensions aren’t so damn high and nobody’s trying to usurp anyone because they’re working as a collective now.

Even though Eddard technically has the throne, everyone in the castle is an advisor to him, not a subject.

Eddard wants a brood, not a court. Vingalmo eventually comes to realise that power isn’t key to his survival - nobody’s trying to kill him or enslave him now, like Harkon did.

They’re all actually permitted to light the fireplaces in the castle now, without Harkon breathing down their necks.

The castle warms up, renovations are made, vampire cuddle puddles (like when bats cuddle together) become quite commonplace now that they’re not all crammed into that tiny room behind Feran Sadri’s laboratory.

And Feran is happy because there’s no longer a constant stream of people walking around him when he’s trying to work.

Ronthil doesn’t sleep behind a bookcase anymore, opting to join the cuddle pile.

The cuddle puddle usually consists of:

- Serana and Eddard, back to back with their ankles locked together.

- Eddard and Vingalmo as close as physically possible

- Serana and Garan Marethi pretty much nose to nose.

- Feran Sadri spooning Garan Marethi

- Ronthil flattening himself against Feran’s back.

- Valerica, laying above Eddard and Serana, her head connected to theirs.

- Fura, huddled close to Valerica, alongside Hestla and Modhna, who hold each other.

- and the Karlov brood, welcomed back into the fold.

The cuddle puddle is set up via multiple hay bales in the main hall being covered with as many blankets, furs and pillows as they can get their hands on.

These cuddle puddles are particularly favourable in the winter, after chalices of hot blood.

Also vampire pjs bc they dont wear their damn armour to bed.

- Garan Marethi wears a pair of woollen trousers and a sweater; both in burgundy.

- Feran Sadri wears fleece and cotton in a deep plum colour

- Ronthil also wears cotton, but as a tunic, and in a rather bold colour for a vampire; baby pink. (It used to be white but he washed it with Garan and Feran’s pjs.)

- Vingalmo is obviously in black silk robes with black velvet socks, embroidered by himself with little gold ‘V’s on the ankles.

- Serana’s pyjamas are cosy, much like Garan’s, but hers are deep purple. Valerica knitted them for her.

- Valerica sports a long, white silk slip and negligée.

- Fura, Hestla and Modhna are also all in cotton, in black, deep green and wine red.

Vampires like to snuggle. Let them snuggle.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Day XI ~ Christmas Eve Will Find You @tabbyrp

"I know dis is da time of year ya make a lot of money an' stuff, but I really t'ink you should turn down jobs between now an' New Year. Spend dat time wi' us. An' if you gonna bring up havin' bills t' pay an' all dat borin' kinda stuff… I'ma suggest…you can move into our buildin'…any one of da apartments. Except da one where Carl live, obviously." She laughs at that which causes the masseuse working diligently on her shoulders to pause. "But like for real…if not one of da downstairs, den you could move into our apartment. You know we have empty rooms inside it jus' gadderin' dust. Or we could have Andy call in a team of contractors an' fix up da six floor jus' for you, custom-like. Considah it early Yule present." They are taking a spa day, mostly because the last time Tabby hugged her, she mentioned she could bend steel across Beth's shoulders with all the tightness and tension in them. Andy is also remarkably similar be he'd never allow anyone but Beth or his significant other to get close enough to touch him in anyway that would leave him remotely vulnerable. But that isn't really the point of all the pampering. Beth knows Tabby works harder and is more self-sufficient than anyone she can imagine, including her brother. She knows Tabby doesn't talk about the things that worry her, and that she is too stubborn to admit if and when she needs help. She's never wanted to be seen as someone who would take advantage of any of the Rileys, the only one for who she has spite being the clan patriarch. And that makes Beth all that much more adamant about wanting Tabby to give in. To give herself a break. To be a part of the family that's already embraced her heart and soul; her brother who loves Tabby, Beth who thinks she's one of the greatest friends any of them have ever had, and Jay who loves Tabby like a sister. The three of them have talked it out at length, the pros-a list too long to know where to start- and the cons -the only one they could come up with is how quickly Tabby might come to hate the various amounts of sibling rivalry- and everything in between. Jay even proposed to write up something a lot like a combination roommate agreement and pre-nup, if that would make her more agreeable to the arrangement. "Now, I don' expect you to answer righ' now, or even at suppah tonight. But promise me you'll t'ink about it?" She doesn't realise how much like Andy she sounds like just now except her tone is even, hopeful to a degree but with a softness that says she'll drop the subject. Heated stones are set along Tabby's spine, letting the soothing warmth penetrate skin and muscle. Her own masseuse then picks up a bowl of seaweed and mineral paste and begins to paint it in long strokes from the stones outwards to Tabby's ribs. "So, once we're done here…an' we still have pedicure an' manicure, diamond dust facials, an' den mud ba'd waiting for us, we'll take lunch in midown, den go last minute shoppin'. Regardless of if you take up da offer, we'll have a space for ya in da Tree cuddle puddle aftah Midnight Mass. He makin' buttermilk pancakes in da mornin' an' den sausage an' bacon an' fresh squeeze orange juice before we get to open presents. An' of course, stayin' for supper, too. One of da kine we'll be doin' is makin' plans for New Year's Eve. Normally we do our rounds of wha'ever charity ball goin' round but dis year, I t'ink we'll be sendin' in cheques in our r-s-v-ps an' spend quiet night in. I don' remember last time we did dat. Should be novel. Watch Ball drop on da television, maybe play some board games or do a puzzle." The masseuse finds a tender spot on Beth's neck and for a moment her eyes flutter and half close as she moans in a sensual fashion that less than a handful of people can ever claim to have heard.

"Or we could jus' stay heah, f'evah."