#Okay cool. Thankyou for reading!!!

[kakusu-shipping]

Happy Pride Month Emile!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜 🩷💛🩵 🖤🩶🤍💚🤍🩶🖤 and 🏳️‍🌈 for Mario/Luigi + anyone else in the royal polycule you wanna do!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

HAPPY PRIDE TO YOU TOO ANON!!!!

Oooooh the instant desire to just to the entire polycule but I just did my Mario ship chart that showed all of them.... I'll keep it to like the Core Five.

Ask from here

Mario - He/Him, Trans Man, Panromantic Asexual

Luigi - He/Him, Gender Non Conforming, Bisexual

Peach - She/Her, Trans Woman, Panromantic Asexual

Daisy - She/They, Butch Lesbian

Bowser - He/Him, Intersex, Bisexual

[faggot-friday]

god it’s like primary school again (people are spreading rumours that i have a crush on someone)

[emile-hides]

*pokes head in* Hello do you have any opinions about Zarya or Moira to share possibly

I have BOTH but sense I fear long posts I'll just do Zarya for now...

One aspect about them I love

She's so nice!! I know that sounds really boring but I think about it all the time because like! How easy is it to make Big Russian Lady also big scary big serious. Zarya is super kind, she's even more friendly. I think about her interaction with Alejandra from Searching a lot. It's clear she's a very patient, nurturing person to me. Kind and careful.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them

I feel like out of all the character's, Zarya's the one the fandom has the most universal take on. I don't see a lot of variation in how she's written between fanon content, so I don't have anything to put here.

Headcanons i have about this character

Lesbian queen we love her

A really big fan of cute things, has plushes and cute tea sets. Likes to show them off

She bakes!! Cakes and cookies and brownies she's a real pro

But she can't cook actual food very well.

One character I love seeing them interact with

I'm so incredibly Biased but Lynx!!! Lynx17 her sassy Gay They/Them!!! NBLM WLW Solidarity!!!

It's in part just because I love Lynx17, but also because I love seeing Zarya soften up at an Omnic, they are her friend, human, Omnic, or otherwise. I'd love to see more of them in the future breaking down Zarya's biased, and also bullying her as she deserves. They're a good dynamic; Smarmy Twink and Himbo Lesbian.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more

Firm believer in Zarya/Roadhog besties!! They are Big Buffs with a love of Soft Cute Things and Omnic Trauma and I just think!! They should hang out.

It goes hard with my age regressor Roadhog headcanon as well I think she'd make a very good caregiver for him on top of just. Being a very good, healthy relationship for him to have.

Lynx17 fixes her Omnic Bias, she fixes Roadhog's Omnic Bias, Roadhog fixes Junkrat's Omnic Bias, and then Junkrat and Lynx17 make out really hard. Is this too much to ask for?

Headcanons I have that involve them with other characters

Well I just said my biggest one with her being Regressed Mako's main CG. I want to see her carrying him on her hip with one arm like it's no big deal. It's what he deserves.

I think she gets along really well with Cassidy, in a "This is my weird little brother" kind of way? She picks him up like a kitten and pats his back too hard when laughing at his jokes

Brigette looks up to her (has a littol crush on her?) and they work out together!! Zarya also likes to watch Brigette work sometimes

She's oddly soft to Bastion. She refuses to comment on it, but it's because he acts a lot like her baby niece back home

She's the only one (other than Junkrat) to laugh at Winston's puns genuinely, though a handful of them go over her head

Reinhardt likes to challenge her to arm wrestling matches, he's yet to win one, but they've called a draw a handful of times

I think out of everyone she'd get along the worst with Torbjorn. Not for anything he does, just because she can't take him very seriously.

[k-tarotz]

I dont know if this reading is okay. But can you do: How Enha (hyung line) would defend or react to a friend/ girlfriend /someone important to them being provoked in an arguement. *Their friend being passive*

I don't know if this makes sense. I hope you understand what I just said😅 And if this is too sensitive, kindly disregard. Thankyou💞

hii thank you for sending in this ask!!! we both think it’s very interesting <3

six of pentacles, four of wands, the sun

heeseung: Heeseung is the type to stand with his loved one, even if he knows that they are wrong. The type to look calm from the outside but rage inside. This is on purpose actually! He is the kind of person to provoke the person who provokes his loved one in an even more extreme manner, sometimes crossing some lines with it too. But he never specifically looses his cool, never gets worked up exactly so the person feels even more rage and anger. It’s all about control and making the person loose their mind. He would do his best to stand up for his loved one in the best way possible. Though he would still be extremely supportive towards his loved one, if they stand up for themselves he would take their side, adding to their points as a mean of support. Hyping them up even! He doesn’t even have to be asked to do all this, he would just because he can and want to. Though, he only does this in situations he knows he can “win”. In more serious times he is scared to be confrontational and would rather aim for a resolution that’s good for everyone. He seems to have a flight response in serious situations and a fight in none serious ones due to not being sure how to properly deal with conflicts in the moment they are happening. After the situation calms down he would know how to resolve issues though.

knight of swords, ten of swords, page of swords

jay: Jay is the type of person to be protective over the people he loves, wether it’s a platonic feeling or not. He doesn’t like to see his loved one go through hardships, so would feel annoyed as soon as his loved one is provoked. He is the type to be confrontational and stand up for whoever he loves, though he doesn’t want to embarrass whoever he is defending so he would try to keep his emotions under control even though he usually struggles with it. Though, his mood would still show. The way he reacts to this usually depends on how serious the situation is, but regardless he would stand up for the person he loves. Usually be more serious than they are since he feels things really deep. He wouldn’t necessarily provoke the person back unless he thinks it’s the right thing to do. Usually, he would do what he thinks is the most effective in the way, so his actions would depend on context and his loved ones boundaries. So he could do anything from (verbal) fights, to inconveniencing the provoking person to rationally taking them apart so the person feels bad about themselves. He might take such things to heart, alternating his view on the provoking person permanently. Although, he isn’t likely to take things too far unless he is emotionally triggering but it’s unlikely to happen as he prefers to keep rational. Overall he wouldn’t focus on “winning” but making the person regret the decision to mistreat his loved one.

queen of wands, six of pentacles, king of cups

jake: For Jake, it depends on the situation itself. For the most part, as long as the provoking isn’t malicious or harmful he would do his best to ease the situation in a way it pleases both sides involved to avoid unnecessary drama. He would try to understand and hear both sides out, validate the feelings of both yet make sure no one steps out of line and people apologise if necessary. However, if the person provokes with malicious intentions that’s a different story. He might become passive aggressive and he will only care about defending his loved one. Once he gets mad at the person provoked he would refuse to back up from protecting them, he might even lose his cool. It’s not that he has a clear goal or ambition in mind towards the other person such as winning or making them feel bad but rather that his loved one knows he won’t allow anyone to disrespect them in front of him. So, overall maybe avoiding such a situation happening in the future again. If he gets enough mad he might even raise his voice and not hear out the person that provoked his loved one. Rather, he would make sure to directly tell them what they did and every negative opinion he might have. Though, that’s only if the situation is really serious.

page of pentacles, the queen of swords, king of swords

sunghoon: Sunghoon isn’t the type to get into arguments even if his loved one gets provoked, however he will still defend his loved one, stand up for them and even if it means getting into disagreements. In fact, out of the hyung line he is the most confrontational one, but unless the person is extremely disrespectful he wouldn’t argue because he knows how to take charge of the situation. Instead of blindly hating on and accusing the provoking person he would destroy their mood and confidence in the actions they do with pure honesty. The type of person that knows they are correct and stands by their beliefs with a confident manner but still owns up to their mistakes. So, if he was to disagree with someone the feeling of ‘ah, maybe I am/x is really in the wrong’ would sink in deep, and his words would make the atmosphere feel heavier. (Even if it’s unintentional) It’s not that he doesn’t get mad, he does, and it’s obvious by his expression, behavior, attitude and mannerism but rather he would be able to keep under control to the best of his abilities, which would allow him to call the person out for acting irrationally. He isn’t afraid to use harsh words or question them either, his goal is to get the person to admit that they are in the wrong and he can do it very well. In fact, he is so calm and respectful yet confrontational during it that it might intimidate people because they know that once he gets _really_ mad he might not act this respectful. Usually he might end up hurting the person’s feelings in order to protect his loved one’s feelings, making them ashamed even. It’s not on purpose either, he is just very straightforward and honest all while being stubborn and refusing to back down. Even if his loved one says it’s okay to not he would still stand up for them, because to him it’s not an option but a duty. If you love someone you have to stand up for them so they know you do and that they matter to you. He believes this goes both for platonic and romantic relationships. He might tone it down a little if his loved one is uncomfortable but he wouldn’t necessarily stop until the person that has been provoking them backs down, apologises or feels bad with themselves. Whatever that shows that they know they are in the wrong.

disc.: sorry for making sunghoon’s longer than the others’! his energy came through really strongly and it’s most possible because he would talk way more than he usually does in a situation like this! 🫶🏻

– Candy

[lillsisamarshmallow]

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Summary: When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

 Word count: 200

 Warnings: None

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Removing the oven mitts, I looked over the pastries to ensure they were cooked, grabbing a small plate I moved a few over before putting the rest in the cooling rack.

 5 should be enough besides there's a few different options anyways. Holding the plate, I got some drinks from the fridge.

 "Seoyeon I'm going on my lunch break!" I yelled to her. "Okay! Say hi for me" She responded from the front sounding quite busy serving customers.

 "Will do!" I opened the back door keeping it ajar with my foot while trying to squeeze through with my hands full. Stepping outside I put the plate and bottles on the small table we had before sitting down myself.

 It didn't take long before I saw a head of blond hair accompanied by golden dog ears walking down the alley cautiously trying not to be spotted by the wrong person.

 "Hey Jimin!"

                  A/n: Hi! I've recently gotten back into the writing and reading, and this will be my first project since 2020. I'll also be posting this story on my Wattpad, I don't have set number of chapters I want to write and this project is for me to get back into writing. Thankyou all for reading! 💜 I hope to see you guys enjoying the full project when it’s out! 🥰

[hischeapcigar]

Stop coming over

(a drabble)

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 1.2k   

Warning: none that i think of

a/n: SURPRISE BABIES!!! its a short drabble as the final part of strawberries and cigarettes. so enjoy more of pre-outbreak Joel x reader one last time <3 it was fun writing this series. Thankyou so much for reading!! I adore you all soo much 💋💋🍓🚬🚬

A cool breeze from the slightly ajar window sent a shiver down your spine. Your body instinctively nuzzled closely to Joel’s body chasing the heat.  

Your own movements stirred you from sleep. You pulled your head back from Joel’s chest to see he was sound asleep. Stealing that moment to appreciate his calm face, you raked your eyes across his face. Taking in how his pink puffy lips were parted, salt and pepper hair littered in his beard. You carelessly ran your fingertips across his face. Hir curls were messy with white streaks flowing through them.  

His hold tightened around your waist, curling his face inside the sheets, shying away as he felt your touch on his face.  

“G’mornin’ sweetheart” his mumbled voice broke through 

“mornin’” you replied, your voice hoarse from all the screams he pulled from your throat last night. You tugged his hair, making him face you. A faint smile lurked on his lips as you moved to peck his lips. His eyes hooded 

Your eyes went wide as your gaze fell to the clock on the wall behind Joel. It was 6:45 AM. Joel followed your gaze before looking back at you,  

“Woke up earlier today” you smiled, threading your fingers through his air causing him to shut his eyes in pleasure 

“Uh-uh, stay for breakfast” he rasped 

“We gotta hurry up then, y’know I can’t be late-” 

He hummed in response before pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his kisses. You giggled, squirming in his tight grip trying to get away.  

It had been a month since Joel had asked you to stay. One month since Joel had handed you another envelope, one about your job acceptance. One month since you called Paul at night telling him you won’t be returning, and him telling you to follow your dreams, 

“Trust me, I am” you had replied  

One month since your parents’ behavior toward Joel became civil, thanks to Aunt Isabelle. One month since you temporarily moved in with Aunt Isabelle, when she cut your desperate search for an apartment telling you it was okay if you lived there.  

She never said out loud, but you saw the disappointed face when she caught you returning home early in the morning, getting ready and leaving for school. So, you started to be careful when you spent the nights with Joel; returning home before she woke up.  

You would spend the night with Joel, then as soon as the sun started to rise, you’d rush out of Joel’s warmth, running home.  

You'd casually return to Joel’s place after teaching at school. You knew Joel had started to keep a key under the mat for you. There were times when he wasn’t home, but you hung out with Sarah until he returned. 

“Joel! Let go, I'll be late!” you laughed, pushing him away  

Only then did he stop with his assault, letting you go. He watched as you moved in his room, his space. The one he only liked with you in it. Without you he was haunted by your voice, your presence. You opened the drawer that contained your garments, some of which were Joel’s shirts you had stolen.  

He had convinced you to keep your clothes, just in case.  

You picked out one of your, his, hoodies before you disappeared in the bathroom. Joel stared at the ceiling; his thoughts filled with you. How you managed to seep through the deepest parts of his heart. How you made his house a home. How easily you inspired Sarah to write an essay about “wonder women”  

“Let’s go, Miller” you urged him  

With him in the bathroom, you made the bed when you heard a loud, “Ow!” from the bathroom, 

You jumped, before tapping the door, “you okay in there, Joel?”  

But instead of replying he swung the door open; he looked a like a Greek god standing there with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Droplets falling from his wet hair down his chest. He looked delicious.  

His hand was raised with a, your, hairpin between his thumb and index finger, you were confused wondering why he was showing you the pin and then you realized,  

Oh 

Oh 

He stepped on the pin that you might have dropped accidentally.  

You snatched the hairpin from him, slightly embarrassed but then it’s Joel. He wouldn’t ever be bothered by something that was yours.  

“Watch where you step then, Miller” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned to leave but before you could take a step you were pulled flushed against in damp chest as he started tickling your tummy  

“Joe-” you laughed grabbing his wrists to stop him  

“Yeah? What's that? Had a mouth on ya, what happened?” he mocked 

- 

You both naturally moved in the kitchen as if you’ve been doing this for ages. Sarah was still asleep, so you made breakfast for two. He made the pancakes while you made the coffee. He got up to do dishes and you stood beside him, drying them. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you both had fallen right in place, making a picture perfect.  

Once you were done, he dried his hands on the towel, 

“Hey, whadya say we decorate an' slap some paint on these doors?” he asked out of the blue, nodding toward the door to the living room, 

“Yeah, I think it’d be cool” You made your way out of the kitchen to closely examine the scraped off paint.  

“y’know,” he followed you, his arms loosely wrapping around your middle, “this house, Soon as I met you, knew I'd let you get to making it yours” he admitted quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder,  

You were astounded by the disclosure. Was he thinking this ahead of time since the beginning?  

“Really?” you whispered, stroking his arms in front of you before turning around to face him,  

He hummed, “It's time to have a conversation, so girl, let's conversate”  

He walked you over to the dining room table. You stood in front of him as he leaned on one of the seats, your hand in his. Your brows furrowed at his sudden statement  

“About what?” you wondered out loud.  

“You already got a drawer, hairpins on the floor in half the bathroom” he started, chuckling lightly  

“Oh, so you mind my stuff in your-”  

“No, was wonderin’, we can drop that under the mat, get you a key of your own”  

“Joel, it’s fine really-”  

His hands left yours as he pulled you in from the waist,  

“When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he whispered  

You gasped; you knew what he was asking. You were more than happy- 

“Sleeping in till we wake up, no rushing down the stairs. Ain't gotta swing back by your place, 'cause you're already there. Ain't you tired of all this distance, all this driving around?” he asked, his eyes pleading  

“Are you sure?” you muttered, your arms encircled his neck, fingers stroking the ends of his hair 

“Baby, these four walls, hate it when you're gone so I have to ask ya” he kissed your forehead, “When you're gonna stop coming over and start coming home?” he asked again with such certainty that all your doubts were washed away.  

You nodded, bringing his lips to yours with urgency. He grabbed your face with his large hands as he deepened the kiss. He licked your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him access. You both poured all your emotions with a promise of a new chapter.  

He was the dream. You were the home.  

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[gemstone-roses]

Hi!!! How you doing?

It's me again. Ik it's been like years.

Thank you so much for the last fic it really brightened my month tbh. I saw someone mentioned taking legal action but sadly in the country where I live mental illness isn't taken seriously. So yeah but I got a new job so it's cool.

Anyway lol.

Could I get Hannibal/Will x gn/male fic?

Reader has an expensive car that they always brag about(not in a mean way) and say they love the car more than the world. Then Will/Hannibal borrowed the car and got into an accident nothing too major. So they call reader expecting them to freak out but the reader shows up and hugs them. Reader tells them that they don't give a fuck about the car they're just glad their darling is safe. Maybe the first-time reader admits they love them? Or some mutual tears?

I suspect Will would freak out because he couldn't pay for the car and Hannibal would just be chill lol.

Love ya and hope you have an amazing week!

Ps. Sorry for the long message I've overthought this into oblivion.

~🦊

Hi! Glad to hear you got a new job! Sorry that happened to you. Also sorry it took me so long I kinda lost my muse a bit and yeah.... anyway, here you go, and thankyou for requesting, it keeps me going! I know very little about cars and driving so keep that in mind🥺

warnings: minor car accident, swearing, 18+ thanku!

Hannibal wasn't one to be jealous, not at all, but he did pause every morning and admire your car in the parking area. A small smile dancing across his face. He'd heard you talking about your car, your pride and joy, you said, not showing off, just genuinely happy and well, proud of the brilliant car you owned.

You and hannibal were close, you harbored feelings for the man. So when he asked if he could borrow your car for an afternoon of course you said yes.

What you weren't expecting was a phone call a few hours later from hannibal, slightly out of breath but still his calm self.

"Y/N, don't worry I'm fine but I'm afraid there's been a slight accident, and your car its-

You hang up the phone before he can finish, hannibal frowns on the other end.

Will gives you a ride, getting out the car you run straight to hannibal.

Wrapping your arms around him he's taken aback slightly, but he returns your hug.

"Oh thank god your okay!" You breathe.

"But, your car?" Hannibal questions lightly. He knew you loved that car more than anything... or so he thought..

"I don't care about the car! Fuck, the thought of you being hurt and-

"Y/N, I'm fine it's just a scratch honestly!" Hanbibal soothes, his hands on your shoulders.

"I, I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to you I-

You look at him hoping he's somehow developed mind reading capabilities and you don't have to say it.

"I loveyou" you say fast, hannibal pulls you back into his arms.

"I am so glad to hear you say that y/n because I've been wanting to say this for a while... I love you"

And despite your car being a total write off, and hannibal mildly injured, you were the happiest you've ever been.

[blushyeleven]

hey! So this is my first fic in like 3 months and I promised I’d write one so here! And it’s not great so air that😭 but hey.. I promise I’d write a fic.. I Never promised it would be amazing💀

EXPLANATION TO THE FIC (read before reading the fic) this fic is based on shifting, the fact that we can go to alternate universes (if you want to know more look it up on tiktok🫶) and this is basically a fanfic of what’s gonna happen as soon as I shift.

warnings: tickles, swearing

characters: ler!tarayummy, lee!y/n

(also I’m literally obsessed with tara yummy rn.. so expect a lot of my content to be ab her atm😭)

𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

your eyes flung open. You sighed as you looked around. Another failed attempt. The soft clashing of rain was audible outside your window as the light seeped through your blinds. You rubbed your eyes, adjusting your vision to the light off your room as you turned around to check your phone. 11am.. 11am? Shit!? You slept in?! How?! How did your alarm not go off?! How did nobody come in and wake you up?! You immediately ripped your covers off, exposing you to the cool, chilly atmosphere of your room. As soon as you moved to throw yourself out of bed you heard footsteps approaching your door. Your mind spun with confusion and you froze. Awaiting for the entrance of whoever was outside your door.

Your door slowly opened. You froze. Completely froze. You felt your heart stop in that moment as time stopped moving. Tara yummy was standing at your bedroom door. The realisation finally hit you harder then a sack of bricks. You did it. You shifted. Finally after 3 years off your sleepless and restless nights and the hours you spent doing methods and trying to shift.. 3 years of putting in all your effort and energy to get to we’re you were sitting now. you did it. And it was all worth it for this moment of just seeing her. Standing infront of you. Her damp hair with her grey crop top matching with her lighter grey baggy joggers. “Oh hey! Your awake!” She said with a soft smile. You were still stunned. Struck. Every emotion you could possibly feel was rushing to your head. “You oka-“ That’s when you did throw yourself out of bed and instead threw yourself onto her. Wrapping your arms around her torso and embracing her in your tight, suffocating hug. you nuzzled your head on her shoulder as you felt the water well up in your eyes. It was real.

Tara was clearly taken aback by this sudden act of afffection but chose not to question it as she also swaddled her arms around you. Clutching you against her chest as you couldn’t help but listen to the comforting sounds of her heartbeat. Slowly the water in your eyes began to trickle down your cheek as you sniffled, swallowing the lump in your throat and fighting back the urge to breakdown into sobs. Happy sobs. Tara heard your snivels and immediately looked down, tightening her grip around you before speaking in the sweetest and most comforting tone. “heyy.. what’s wrong?” She asked gently as she continued to hold you.

That’s when you realised how insane you probably looked. Without any reasoning you just clambered out of bed and practically pounced on the poor girl. Your mind scrambled for an excuse. It’s not like you could tell her “oh my bad, I just spent years trying to shift to this reality to meet you and now I’m here and crying because of it”?!.

There was a slight pause. A moment of quite. Tara was so patient with you as she continued to cradle you in her arms

“I just had and bad dream and I just.. really love you” your response caused Tara to let out a soft chuckle as she looked down at you, tucking your hair behind your ear and using her thumb to lightly brush under your eye as her lips were curved into the most endearing smile. All while keeping her loving gaze locked on you. “I love you to” she said ingenuously.

“I’m gonna go downstairs and make some breakfast, you want anything?” She asked, turning to leave. “No I’m okay thankyou” you replied before Tara immediately answered back with “to bad I’m making you something” she giggled before she was about to walk away “come down in 5?” You just nodded as you watched her leave. Your eyes tracing her every step.

As soon as she was far enough away you clasped your hand to your mouth, trying to silence any sound of screaming that you so desperately wanted to let out.

The sudden wave of happiness hit you. The sensation was better then anything you ever felt before. It was overpowering. It was the type of happiness that felt like you could completely combust in that second. The feeling that you waited so long to finally feel. The feeling of accomplishing your life’s dreams. The feeling of finally having everything you’ve wanted most out of life. The feeling of completion.

With that, you took yourself back to bed to check your phone, your socials. It was all there. Your YouTube channel. All the pictures of you and tara with friends, partying, on holiday or even just selfies of you and tara chilling indoors. It was all there. Infront of you.

Although you felt the extreme happiness coursing through you, you also felt tired. You rubbed your eyes again and you yawned, just going through your phone and checking absolutely everything. A few more minutes pass by you hear the footsteps making their way back up to your room “y/n?” The familiar voice called out as she came back in your room and saw you still in bed. Honestly, your mind was still racing. You didn’t think you could ever get use to the feeling of her being right there.

Upon seeing you still lazily layed in bed she sighed, rolled her eyes and gave you a cheeky grin “come on, get up” she said just standing there. You groaned and stretched “I can’t be bothered.. can’t we just lay in bed?” You asked in a whiny voice. “Nuh uh! We have the party later, remember?” She insisted, stepping closer to your bed and just staring at you with a raised brow “but that’s ages awayyyy” you countered, really persistent on staying in bed for longer.

“if you don’t get up right now I’ll tickle you.” Tara stated casually. Your cheeks immediately reacted with a piercing blush, making your cheeks glow with a radiating pink. See, you imagined this moment for so long.. and you knew it was going to happen. But you didn’t realise exactly how flustering it was going to be in the moment. You just layed there. Silent. Your mind not processing any words to say. “I-“ “right, that’s it” she said before climbing on top of you, sitting on your waist.

“nononono! Tara- come on!” During your plea your voice gradually became a few octaves higher. “Oh come on, you practically asked for this” she snickered before waisting no time into skittering her black finger nails straight onto your exposed sides. Causing you to jump and let out a squeal, you instantly covered your mouth out of pure embarrassment before the giggles just flowed out. Meanwhile, Tara looked at you with pure joy. Well.. her version of joy as her lips were upcurved with a smirk as her fingers just carried on their quest to relentlessly assault your sides. “Wahahahait- tahahaharaaa!!!” It was hopeless, there was literally no escaping now. It was your fault really, you should have seen this coming. (Some would say this exact moment was intended (but those people would be wrong.. obviously)) “no I can’t, you look so adorable right now” tara said with her own giggle,well that comment didn’t help your blush. And Tara never stopped her scribbling fingers as she tickled up and down your sides, watching you be reduced to a blushing, giggling mess. Your brain was so focussed on the ticklish sensation coursing through you and your seemingly never ending laughing fit that it didn’t have any time to function properly, let alone come up with any sort of coherent response.

“stahahahappp!!” Was all your brain could think of to say. Taras eyebrow quirked “stop? why? you know you love this” she replied with another snicker, moving her fingers to your ribs as she began scratching at them. “shuhut uhuhuhuppp!!” You giggled out. It’s not like Tara was wrong. She knew you loved it. It also didn’t help that you were just laying there giggling and making no actual attempt to escape or stop it. “you know it’s true!” She smirked, her every word she spoke was announced with the most teasing tone. You almost felt your cheeks burning. She used her nimble fingers to scratch and spider across your ribs, not stopping for even a second as she drained the laughter from you. “nahahahha I cahahahnntttt!!” Your squirming was pointless. It didn’t get you anywhere, nor did it help the almost electric feeling tingling over your whole torso. Each little movement of her fingers were like bliss hell as she continued to drive the giggles out of you by targeting all of your weak spots. “Well this is what you get for being lazy” she stated simply. “thihis is so uhunfahahair!!” you whined like a toddler, although they were pointless as they mostly fell on deaf ears. “unfair? How is this unfair?” she asked ‘innocently’ “behehecause it ti- fehehells fuhunny!!” You protested, your wiggles becoming more frantic as your legs began kicking more. “it tickles?” She corrected you, knowing the fact you were unable to say that dreaded word “well obviously, it’s not my fault your too ticklish” again, stating the obvious. Your blush reached a whole new level as it glowed. “noho ihim nohot!!” You said through your giggle fit “oh your not? then what’s all this giggling about?” She pointed out, I would write next something like ‘leaving you silent’ but that would be a lie; you were far from silent. Your squeals and laughter was practically bouncing off the walls. But nonetheless, the question left you without a response. Proving her point.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of tickling you” she said, again, so casually. “I-“ with that she moved to your stomach, clawing at it with her black nails. “You just look so adorable.. and it’s also really funny to watch” Tara observed, simply just smirking at you and your state. “Well are you gonna get up yet?” She asked, again, her smirk still prominent on her face. “mahahaybe..” that answer clearly didn’t satisfy tara as she kept on going with her tickle attack. “you know im beginning to think your just refusing to get up because of how much your enjoying this” the way she said all of her teases so nonchalantly made it so much more flustering to you. “nohoho that’s nohohot-“ “oh it’s not? yeahh.. okay” she said in the most sarcastic tone followed by a giggle of her own

she then decided to move her wiggling fingers straight into your armpits, repetitively scratching at them, driving you insane. “WAHAHAHIT-“ your giggles turned into full blown laughter at this point as you couldn’t even control yourself. Your kicking and squirming becoming a lot more desperate and ferentic as you immediately tried to bring your arms down to your side to try and block out the overwhelmingly ticklish feeling (again, on instict not because you weren’t ever so clearly enjoying every second of this) “you know I’m not gonna stop until you get up” Tara snickered, she really was ruthless. You were literally going crazy. Laughing so hard to the point we’re your eyes were watering slightly. “OKAHAHAY!! FIHIHE!! IHIL GEHEHET UHUHUPP!!!” you practically screamed and Tara finally let up, still sitting on your waist and just watching you try regain control of your breathing.

She just simply smiled at you before getting off “right come on! Breakfast is almost ready!” she said standing up to leave, leaving you laying breathless on your bed. “that was mean..” you giggled out, breathing heavily. “Well I had to get you up some how” Tara also giggled before walking out. You were quick to follow her downstairs, knowing you had the best day planned ahead of you and that you got to spend every second of it was Tara. Your dream was finally happening.

[tagsecretsanta]

From @alexthefly

From @alexthefly to @gaviiadastra

FUN AND GAMES NIGHT

The prompts:

A Tracy Island games night;

Something’s cooking in the kitchen;

Put the mess in domestic.

Rating: teen

Content warnings:

Moderate whump (fracture, soft tissue injuries);

Alcohol throughout (no drunkenness);

Flirting, including innuendo and one sex mention;

One instance of swearing.

Other warnings: a bit of Pen & Ink included in this one; hope that's ok.

**********

A familiar combination of thrusters, VTOL and a slightly-delayed sonic boom signalled Thunderbird One's return to the island. Gordon immediately felt his heart-rate leap a hundred beats.

“They’re here! Action stations! Alan, fluff the cushions; Virgil, get the food; Kayo…”

Whatever task Gordon had been about to assign to her fizzled away in a blaze of epic side-eye.

“...just kick back and relax, ok? No biggie.”

He backed away a few steps just to be safe, but his sister seemed satisfied, pointedly putting her feet back up on the coffee table before returning to her romance book. 

Any other day the temptation to comment on her choice of reading material would be far too much to bear, however hazardous to his health such a comment might be, but today he had other things occupying his mind.

“What can I do?” asked John, making to get up just as Virgil - already on his feet - pushed him firmly back down onto the sofa.

“You can stay right there, Mister,” he said, voice full-medic stern. “You know the rules. First night down from Five means no unnecessary moving around.”

John rolled his eyes and muttered something in Russian, but thankfully stayed where he was. 

Gordon flashed the big man a grateful smile on his way past to the kitchen. The last thing he needed right now was a certified space-case causing a danger to himself and others.

Not tonight.

“Shall I get some tunes ready?” Alan had already pulled his tablet out from behind a pillow and started tapping. “I’ve got a great playlist I’ve been working o-”

“Is it video game music?” asked Kayo, not even looking up.

“Yeah?”

“No!” The chorus was unanimous.

“Aww, but it’s not like normal video games. It’s this really cool mix of techno and-”

“NO!”

Alan pouted. “Oh, so I guess you'd all rather listen to Fish-boy’s sea shanties and Europop?”

“Hey!”

Gordon was all ready to defend his frankly impeccable musical taste, but John was clearly not in a mood for bickering.

“EOS, could you put on playlist P3 please?”

“Of course John.”

And with that the room was filled with gentle contemporary music - upbeat but not too raucous, neither intrusive nor dull - ideal for an evening with company. Obviously it was no Wellerman, but it wasn’t half bad. 

“Would you like some ambient lighting as well?”

“Not right now, thankyou EOS” replied John, ruffling Alan’s hair as he sat back down with a huff. “Is everything okay up there? Any calls? I could dial in if you need me?”

“Absolutely not,” said Kayo, an edge of menace in her voice. “You’re staying right where you are. Grandma’s orders.”

John scowled.

“Really John, there’s no need,” continued EOS. “I’m perfectly capable of handling things for one evening.”

Gordon noted the slight drop of his big brother’s shoulders but decided not to tug on that thread just now. Gravity always did a number on John the first night down, and it had been known to make him grumpy and homesick.

Virgil wandered back in carrying a big bucket filled with ice water, bottles of beer, prosecco, and cans of soda. With every step another puddle of ice water sloshed over the side and onto the floor.

“Allie, get a cloth would you? And could someone get some glasses out please? I’m kinda weighed down here.”

Kayo and Alan each grabbed one of John’s shoulders, using them to both pin him down and haul themselves up. The older man started to object, but was distracted by a ping on Alan’s tablet beside him.

“Scott’s on his way up now.”

Oh god oh god oh god. 

Gordon had the sudden and inexplicable urge to dunk his head in the bucket Virgil had just set down, but instead decided to busy himself with robustly re-plumping the chair pillows while bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“So everything’s ready, right? Place is tidy, drinks are out, games are stacked, food’s in hand… Are we all set? Should I open a window? It’s kinda hot in here.” Am I sweating? “Maybe I should go change-”

“Breathe Gordon.” soothed Virgil, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The weight of it felt good. Calming. “This isn’t a state dinner; just a normal games night like we’ve done a thousand times before. Nothing to get worked up about.”

Gordon scoffed. “Except it’s not though, is it? ‘Cos those other times it was just us, not-”

There was a ding and the elevator doors slid open.

“Right through here Lady Penelope.” Scott Tracy, suave as always, smoothly waved their guest into the room. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we’ll get started.”

“Thankyou Scott. And sorry again that you had to come and collect me…”

And there she was. Penelope.

Perfection personified. The epitome of class and grace. A beautiful angel with a heart of gold and a spine of steel, whose voice was a song and whose smile could reduce whole armies to-

“Gordon, what on earth are you doing to that cushion?”

Huh?

He looked down at his hands to see the pillow he’d been fluffing, now scrunched and twisted over and over as if he were trying to throttle the poor thing. As he stared down trying to compute the mess of fabric and stuffing it suddenly disappeared from his hands, and then something was shoving him in the back, causing him to stumble forwards over his own feet. He recovered just in time to spot Virgil throwing the battered scatter cushion back behind the sofa, grinning from ear to ear.

Oh, there will be vengeance…

Right now though she was looking at him and oh god he needed to say something.

“Uh…”

Quick as you like, Tracy.

“Er…” His throat made a strange sort of rasping sound.

Any words will do!

“Lady Penelope!” he squeaked. “Welcome in! Come here! I mean come in. Welcome here. You’re welcome here. To our home I mean. This home. Where we…”

He glanced over and caught sight of Kayo, face in hand, shaking her head behind the temporary bar they’d set up for the evening.

“Drink!” he exclaimed, just a little too loudly. “Can I… Would you like a drink?”

The small, knowing smile she gave him was all at once thrilling and completely mortifying; a glorious little needle of light straight through his poor, mortal little heart.

“That would be wonderful. Thankyou Gordon.”

Cheeks burning, he slumped off to the bar and a consolatory shoulder nudge from Kayo while Scott showed Penelope to the seating area. Virgil scooted around them and disappeared back down to the kitchen, throwing him a sympathetic look on the way.

After getting their guest settled, Scott casually folded himself down on the sofa next to her. “So how come Parker didn’t join us tonight? He was more than welcome.”

Gordon loudly shovelled a scoopful of ice into a long glass and then reached for the schnapps.

Stupid Never-flustered Always-has-the-right-words Scott Tracy…

“He wasn’t feeling too good I’m afraid. He said something about Lilian’s casserole disagreeing with him, but to be honest I suspect it was probably more to do with the FA cup final showing on BBC.”

Cranberry, orange wedge…

Kayo cleared her throat softly. “So what drink was it you wanted, Lady Penelope?”

Gordon’s brain short-circuited, vodka in hand. 

What.. drink?

He replayed the conversation - such as it had been - through again in his head.

…Dammit, he forgot to ask! He’d been so flummoxed he’d ended up mixing on autopilot.

“Oh, anything really. Whatever you’re all having.” Penelope looked over curiously. “What’s that you have there, Gordon?”

Aww hell.

“It’s a… umm… Sex on the Beach.”

Now it was John’s turn to facepalm while Alan snickered from behind his tablet. Even Scott snorted before passing it off with a hasty clear of the throat. 

Lady Penelope, however, held Gordon’s gaze, expression inscrutable, then ever so slowly arched one perfectly coiffured eyebrow.

“Well, that sounds interesting. But perhaps just some wine for now and we’ll see how we get on.”

There was a squeak beside him, and Kayo ducked down behind the bar giggling. Alan snort-coughed and had to be hit on the back by John, who was at least trying - somewhat painfully - to keep a straight face. Scott just grinned at him.

Gordon stood there, stunned into inertia, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was his own mortification holding him back or the slight hint of mischief in Penelope’s eye, almost as if…

Nope, he was definitely imagining it.

Scott looked from one to the other for a moment then, chuckling to himself, jumped to his feet and strode over to the bar.

“C’mon Fish,” he said quietly, grabbing a champagne flute off the bar top and flashing his best, most reassuring, big brother smile. “Let’s go choose a game and get this thing started.”

Gordon nodded, dumbfounded. He grabbed his ridiculous but perfectly mixed drink, complete with little novelty umbrella, and trudged over to the seating area.

Alan was already giving the assembled group a run-down of the various choices lined up for the evening. “We’ve got all your classics like backgammon, chess, battleships, guess who…”

“Those are all for two people, Allie,” said Scott, grabbing himself a beer and pouring Penelope her wine. “How about something we can all play?”

“Clue then?”

“That needs six. We’ve got seven.”

“I don’t mind sitting out the first round if you need me to,” Penelope said gently, accepting her drink.

“Not a chance,” said John firmly. “You’re our guest.”

Alan looked around, confused. “Wait, who’s the seventh?” 

Kayo passed him a soda from the bucket. 

“Uh, Virgil(?)”

“Oh yeah.”

““Oh yeah” he says,” came Virgil’s voice over the ‘comms. “How soon I’m forgotten(!)”

“Sorry Virg!” Alan slurped his soda loudly, earning him a frown from both Scott and Gordon. “Guess I’m just too hungry to think. Where’s the food at?”

“It’s coming. Just waiting for the vol-au-vents to puff up.”

Alan nearly spat out his soda. 

“Vol-au-vents?! What happened to our wings and chi- Oww!” 

A pillow flew across the room and caught Alan right upside the head. He got back up and glared at Gordon, who was already gearing up for another throw. 

“Whatcha do that for?”

Penelope looked from one to the other, realisation dawning. 

“I do hope you didn’t go to any trouble, Virgil. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not at all. Really, it’s all in hand. I’ll be up in a few.” 

And with that the comms blinked off.

John swayed forward in his seat. “Y’know, I might go give him a hand…”

“Sit down, John!” ordered Scott, clearly done with them all by this point.

John remained there for a second, possibly weighing up the odds of making a run for it, then sat back down, arms folded definitely-not-at-all petulantly. 

“...Fine.”

“What about Monopoly?” suggested Penelope, clearly trying to change the subject. “That can have up to eight players.”

Kayo shook her head. 

“Can’t.”

“Oh?”

“We’ve been banned,” Alan piped up. “Grandma said so.”

A pause. “...I see.”

“Well that doesn’t matter, does it?” urged Gordon, keen to get everyone playing before the whole evening went up in smoke. “Grandma can’t stop us from all the way in Gran Roca.”

“You sure about that, Gords?” asked Kayo, eyebrow raised.

He laughed nervously. “Heh…”

“In any case,” interjected Scott, “did you forget why Grandma banned it?”

“...Good point.”

The Great Tracy Anti-capitalist Revolution of 2056. In Gordon’s defence Scott had started it, buying up all those hotels like a dragon hoarding gold…

Alan held up a bunch of VR headsets. “How about something more modern? I’ve got Samurai Slasher, Twilight Ridge, Malibu Steade’s Epic Quest…?”

Scott frowned. “Not on John's first night down, Squirt.”

“Oh yeah. Gotcha.”

Gordon nodded. Way too much potential for injury.

“Ugh!” John threw his hands in the air. “You guys are like a flock of mother hens. I’m fine! Look…” He rolled to his feet before anybody could tell him not to. “Nice and steady. No wobbles, no stumbles. Nothing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Uh, Johnny…”

“John darling...”

“Nope, I’m not listening,” he barked, striding purposely out of the seating area towards the stairwell, “Comfort breaks are necessary, so I don't care what you s-”

“John!”

“Food’s here!”

“Look out!”

There was an “oof” and a crash as spaceman, heavy-lifter and a platter of freshly-made vol-au-vents collided in a mess of limbs and pastry before tumbling out of sight down the kitchen stairs.

“John!”

“Virgil!”

Everyone was on their feet as a series of thuds, grunts, clatters and clangs echoed from the stairway, followed by one very plaintive “Oww.”

The place immediately erupted into total uproar. Ever the level head, Kayo immediately ran to get the first aid kit and the medi-scanner. Meanwhile Scott - always the quickest to leap into action - practically flew down the stairs after the pair of them in a frenzy of big brotherly concern, with Alan, Gordon and Penelope following closely behind. 

The two fallers themselves were actually relatively uninjured in the circumstances. Both were a mess of bruises and grazes and smooshed pastry, but at least they were fully conscious and coherent enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by the whole thing. John had twisted his ankle and had a walnut-sized bump on his forehead, and Virgil (who had slid most of the way down the steps backwards) ended up with a bruised tailbone, strained shoulder and one broken finger.  

The kitchen, unfortunately, hadn’t fared quite so well. Total disaster was the most accurate description. 

Best they could figure, the metal serving platter Virgil had been carrying had reached the ground floor airborne, bounced off the doorframe and had landed right in the middle of the countertop, sending plates, bowls, jars and spoons scattering and smashing all over the place. The situation wasn’t helped any when MAX, having heard the commotion, came speeding into the kitchen brandishing a mop and broom, skidded on a stray patch of vol-au-vent filling, slammed into the fridge and sent ice cubes from the dispenser shooting across the floor, then got confused and started spinning on the spot, taking out the stand mixer and two cupboard doors in the process.

Eventually they managed to get things back on a somewhat even keel. After a thorough checking over and an even more thorough mothering from Big Bro, both casualties were helped to their feet and safely installed back on the sofas with strict instructions not. To. Move. 

Penelope kept herself busy fetching drinks and ice packs for the patients and generally trying to soothe frayed nerves while Gordon, Alan and Kayo set to work fixing the kitchen back up, but after twenty minutes Scott - aware of the time and the presence of their guest - called everyone back to try to enjoy what was left of the evening.

And so instead of vol-au-vents, chips and dips were retrieved from various stashes in various rooms, drinks were replenished (non-alcoholic for the two injured parties, eliciting low grumbles from one and shrug of “stupid gravity” from the other) and in lieu of further disagreements a couple of packs of cards was produced. 

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying rounds of Go Fish, rummy, and playing poker for bottle caps, with plenty of jokes, stories and good conversation enjoyed in-between. Towards the end of the night - and to Gordon’s delight - Penelope even taught them a game from her university days called Shithead.

Finally, after most of the others had said their goodnights and wandered off to their rooms, Gordon and Penelope sat side-by-side on the sofa finishing their drinks alone, save for Alan who was snoring softly on the floor beside them.

Penelope swirled the last of her drink with her straw. “Do you think we should move him? That doesn’t look very comfortable…”

Gordon shrugged. “Nah, that’s how he normally sleeps. It’s a teenager thing,” he added, chewing on his orange slice garnish.

Penelope beamed. “I really have had a lovely time tonight. It’s been the most terrific fun, injuries notwithstanding of course.” 

Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm mood lighting that EOS had finally persuaded John to put on an hour or so earlier.

“And this drink of yours really is delicious by the way.”

Gordon laughed.

“See? I knew you’d like it. Maybe one day I’ll open up a bar of my own right on the beach and serve them out of coconut shells.”

He removed the little paper umbrella from his glass and started opening and closing it like he was in a tiny Hollywood musical.

She laughed. “Well if tonight’s anything to go by, any bar of yours would never be dull!”

Gordon grinned and presented the tiny decoration to her with a flourish, all hint of his earlier embarrassment gone. He was here, she was here, and it was all just… right.

She accepted it with a smile.

Really though Gordon, it’s been the most wonderful night.” 

There was a pause while she twirled the umbrella in her hand thoughtfully.

“You know, it’s not always easy to relax around other people, especially in my line of work.” She sighed. “So many functions, so many people, but it can all sometimes feel just a little bit…” 

She shook her head. 

“I’m not making any sense. It’s just that being here with you all, everything feels so… easy; so fun.”

Gordon leaned forwards, willing her to go on. It was like a wall somewhere was shifting, and he could finally catch a small glimpse of what was actually going on behind that perfect smile of hers.

She looked up at him, eyes shining.

“I suppose what I’m trying to say is, thankyou so much for inviting me.”

A breath. A moment that seemed to stretch out between them, soft and fragile.

“Thankyou for coming.”

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The next morning, as Penny yawned and stretched out in the extra-soft, gloriously comfortable guest bed, luxuriating in the distinct novelty of waking up with nowhere particular she needed to be, her eye fell on the little yellow umbrella laying, just as she'd left it, on top of the nightstand beside her.

She smiled, her stomach fluttering.

So fun…

From downstairs there was a sudden commotion and a voice:

“WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAVE YOU KIDS DONE TO MY KITCHEN?!”

[honeyhoneypot]

"They’re flying us out to Vancouver in business class, because technically we’re going on business, and-”

Chris pointed at Noah, and warily, Noah pointed his own finger at himself.

“-And you, kid, get to bring a plus one.”

-

CHAPTER 8 YIPPEE GO GO GO ILY

okay this fic hit 10k hits like two days ago and thats SO COOL OMG ily thankyou sm for reading!!!

this chapter was written while driving between states and back again so if there are any errors, then that's why lmao,,, i hope you enjoy!!!

[nishloves]

seventeen boyfriend headcannons;;

some of the points might be inspired by other headcannons I read before writing this ~

(performance unit)

HOSHI

would be your personal hype boy (man), expect kisses all day around, random back hugs and little whispers where he tells you just how beautiful you are inside and out, short child like banters and minimal arguments because he really can't be happy while knowing that you're upset at something which he did, or said; even if there was an argument he would probably try to talk to you and hug you in the process, reminding himself how absolutely worse he feels when he fights with you. He would sulk, he would get angry and maybe not talk to you for a while but, he would come back, because he misses you just that much.

Passionate and would 100% take you out on very random dates to sweet shops/cafes and more, would probably be very shy internally but would act like your little musings and quirks doesn't faze him at all, while his heart would be performing cartwheels, he just so absolutely loves you and adores you.

Would probably facetime you like twice-thrice a day when you or he himself is away.

Can't handle long term long distance relationships, not because he doesn't love you, but because he can't handle himself and misses you all day long, which may make his mood dampen.

"babe, you know I love you right?"

"yeah ofcourse."

"you're the most beautiful person I have met."

"thankyou, love."

"please hug me."

"soonyoung, you don't have to ask— I love you."

JUNHUI

Gentleman in the day and wild beast at night? Would be probably very reserved at the start of your relationships, would look at you doing funny random things and adore you, after a couple of months, when he has loosened up enough the roles would be reversed and you would be the one looking at his antics. At the start of the relationship he would giggle or chuckle shyly when you do something flirtatious or anything suggestive, after a while he would just stare at you and be like "you asked for it love, and you get it" how did you turn this reserved pup into a wolf in like five minutes?

Lazy dates, Netflix and chill, cuddling and talking, stargazing, small picnics.

Would actually try to never get angry at you, he doesn't trust himself to be rational at that time and he never wants to hurt you ever, during fights he would raise his voice and then after the fight, when you're gone or he is gone or like you both aren't speaking for a while, he would have a breakdown, and then genuinely try to clear things up.

Moody asf but will always adore you.

Would want to facetime you a lot but, wouldn't know when to? When he's busy, you're free and when you're busy he is free. Can handle a long distance relationship.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

"you know you're absolutely amazing, right?"

"ofcourse jun—"

"I broke your favorite crockery—"

MINGHAO

Absolutely crazy at times but still the calmer one in the relationship, would be so savage and roast tf out of you, yet absolutely love you on the other side. Wouldn't agree to a relationship if he doesn't see any future and at times he would just zone out while looking at you, the way your hair tresses your face and how your eyes would twinkle at that one thing— he would be absolutely sure to capture everything.

While meditating, sometimes he will have thoughts of you and that will make him smile.

Would care about your well being the most, had an argument? Would try to cool down at first, take breaths, and when you will not shut up, he will snap, and snap hard then it would be harder for him to cool down, but the moment he's fine he would be like 'shit, is y/n okay?'.

Calm dates at museums, nature (not hiking), would want to spend more relaxed time with you in his vulnerable state. Shopping sprees too!

Can handle long distance relationships, communicate and find time spaces where he can facetime you or call you, would miss you terribly but would be content knowing that you're doing well.

"hao?"

"hmm?"

"what are you looking at?"

"your eyes."

"my eyes?"

"they are pretty, very pretty."

DINO

he would baby you a little tbh, coddle you and care for you like you're the most precious thing he has (kinda true tbh), he would want to be taken seriously by you and would want you to listen to him, try to assert his dominance at times but will never over do it, he just wants to show that he's manly. you would never be able to grasp when he's feeling shy or when he's feeling absolutely confident; somedays even your small kisses can make him feel flustered but somedays, he will makeout with you and walk out with a huge smirk plastered on his face.

Fun, adventurous dates; skydiving, amusement parks, arcades, you name it. Would like to get drunk with you, and talk shit and then pass out, would love waking up while seeing your face.

He would try to avoid conflicts, and during conflicts would probably be the one who gives cold shoulders to others and refuses to talk, would get mad when he sees that you're showing no chances of relenting because deep in heart, he really wants to pounce on you and hug you, would keep up with the game until one of you breaks and just hugs the others, he would literally forget everything in a millisecond.

Probably can handle long distance relationships but, would miss you so dearly at times and almost feel like he lost interest because he wouldn't want to call, but whenever he hears your voice even on a call, he realises just how much he adores you.

"dino?"

"babe?"

"I can't climb anymore!"

"come on! Just a few more steps!"

"carry me instead."

"what?"

"carry me or I will kiss you so hard that you will be unable to breathe again."

"I will carry you, but you're still gonna kiss me."

[mj-iza-writer]

SP special containment part 8

If you are new to the special containment story of just need an update, use the hashtag sp special containment to take a look. -MJ

The Director opened a new email and sighed. They had finally gotten a response on what to do with Mitch.

"Do with as you please, recommend to destroy the human weapon", was all that was written.

The Director sighed as he read it again, "why", he moaned.

He looked through his records just to see if there was any reasons he could find to clear his conscience about killing Mitch.

"The only offenses were sneaking into my facility, and attacking Whumpee", the Director read the notes, "not the greatest track record, but not enough that I would feel better about doing this."

The Director looked over the records for the unit and who was involved in it.

Mitch sighed as the guard came in with Andy and Cass following.

He was still fully restrained and was growing tired of not being able to move.

"How are you feeling this morning", Andy set down the tray with breakfast, "we have some water and milk. Do you want a drink first?"

"I'm sore, uncomfortable, and ready to snap if I'm not allowed to move soon", Mitch grunted with an undertone of sadness, "my back is killing me, and my nose itches."

Cass came around with a smile and scratched Mitch's nose.

"Years of schooling led you to being a nose scratcher for a prisoner, congratulations", Mitch sighed.

"I think thankyou is the word you're looking for", Andy sighed, "you need to work on your manners."

"You know I can kill both of you right?", Mitch laughed.

"Yes, and I said the same exact thing to Aramais when he decided to be rude, you're no different", Andy picked up the tray and showed the meal to Mitch, "now do you want some food?"

"Yes... please", Mitch sighed.

After a bite Mitch side eyed Cass, "so who is this small fry then, they seem to be too young to be a full researcher."

"I'm Cass. I'm a junior researcher for the facility, and I'm joining the special containment unit", Cass grinned as they helped wipe Mitch's face.

"Cool, not meaning anything by this, so don't yell at me. You are about the age I was when I was turned into this", Mitch stated before taking another bite, "I was pulled off the street and turned into the weapon you see now. I'm guessing you're about twenty-five."

"Wow you got it right", Cass exclaimed.

Mitch choked a little before Cass grabbed the water for him.

"Careful", Cass smiled.

The Director watched from the surveillance room. The mic was on, so he could hear the conversation.

"It's almost like Mitch has softened a little", the guard looked at the Director, "he may actually like Cass."

"That's what I'm noticing, we do need to watch Cass though in case Mitch tries anything or if he talks Cass into undoing the restraints", the Director watched with interest. The email fresh in his mind.

"Okay here's another sip", Cass held the milk for Mitch to drink.

Andy had finished feeding Mitch and was currently untying Mitch's shoes.

"What's going on down there? Am I losing shoe privileges?", Mitch frowned and side eyed Cass, who grinned back.

"No actually I had this idea last night. Aramais loves his slippers, and has said that all he ever wore was combat boots or he was bare foot", Andy pulled a boot off, "I figured you may like to have these boots off for a while and may find slippers a bit more comfortable."

With the slippers on, Mitch moved his toes a bit.

"I can see why Aramais likes them", Mitch laughed lightly.

"Well unless you need anything else I say we're done here, and Aramais still needs his breakfast", Andy got up, "I'll leave your boots over here for right now."

Andy and Cass walked by the surveillance room and looked in.

"Oh hello Director", Cass smiled.

"Hello. I was hoping I might steal you. We need to talk", the Director smiled.

"Uh-oh, did I do something?", Cass frowned with worry.

"No nothing at all, I have a question for you before I move forward on something", the Director looked at Andy, "do you mind?"

"No not at all", Andy grinned, "I'm going to take care of Aramais now."

Once in the Director's office Cass sat and waited for the Director to sit down.

"I was wondering. What are your thought on Mitch?"

"I think he's funny, I like the sarcasm", Cass chuckled, "I feel sorry for him though, although I know what he did, I feel like he just doesn't know any better."

The Director smiled lightly, "I was given orders to destroy him, the higher ups said I could do whatever I pleased, but they suggested he die."

Cass's face turned from the smile, "oh."

"I feel though that you might be right. I feel with hard work he might learn to enjoy it here like the other three, but I need someone who may be willing to help me with that", the Director watched Cass's reactions.

"I need someone who might see some hope in him", the Director continued, "do you think you might like to try taking care of him for a little and see what happens. You won't have to do it by yourself for a while, and I need to meet with everyone else and get their thoughts on this. We have to consider Whumpee's comfort and safety with this. I wasn't wanting him, but I don't want to kill him either. What do you think?"

"I'm a junior researcher sir. Do you think I'm ready for this? I wouldn't mind doing it. I like Mitch, I think, but do you think I'm ready?", Cass looked at him questioningly.

"I don't know to be honest. I think you have the passion for this unit, but it will be a lot to take on. If you're not sure, that's fine", the Director smiled, "I don't want you to take a job you are uncomfortable and unsure of."

"What happens to Mitch if I don't?", Cass frowned.

"Let me worry about that", the Director nodded.

"I-I want to know", Cass looked down.

"Honestly I don't know", the Director looked at Cass, "I don't really have a caregiver to do it, taking care of the human weapons is a full time job. I may have too...", the Director frowned, "honestly, I have no idea."

"I'll do it", Cass looked up, "I don't want him to die, I'll try my best."

"Are you sure?", the Director looked at Cass in shock, "this is a full time job, we will have a trial period and see what happens and the other caregivers will help as much as they can. A guard will come in with you even. Are you sure?"

Cass gave a worried smile, "yes", they squeaked.

"Okay", the Director sighed, "I will send you more information on your duties then. Next step is the meeting with everyone involved. Let's see what they all think."

"When will Mitch find out?", Cass grinned nervously.

"He will be last, I need to know everyone else is on board before I offer this to him. I don't want him to get his hopes up, then tell him that it didn't work out."

In another part of the facility Aramais was being pushed to his doom.

"Are you sure you're ready to shower?", Andy leaned over the chair as he pushed it, "everything is in place like you requested, but are you ready."

"No I'm not", Aramais frowned, "but it needs to be done, I'm hoping jumping in head first like I was trained to do will work and everything will be fine. The guards will be there if I need them right?"

"Yes three guards will be there, and me", Andy rounded the corner to the showers, "we've requested everyone else to stay away."

Aramais frowned when they got into the shower rooms.

The guards stood around the room in key spots, one blocking the door, two in other corners.

"One other guard will stand outside of the showers to keep others out, and to be our last line of defense if Aramais gets out", one guard explained, "we will administer a low dose of tranquilizer to start, as requested by Aramais."

Andy took the needle and showed Aramais.

"Are you sure of this", Andy looked it over and prepped the needle.

"Yes, the drug will hopefully cut some of the edge out of my nerves, but I will be able to function", Aramais sighed, "at least until we get use to this we may have to rely on tranquilizers to help."

"Alright, I am administering the low dose tranquilizer", Andy cleaned a spot on Aramais's arm, then gave the injection.

"Guards you are not to administer more than two doses of the full dose tranquilizer, and you are not to give the doses at the same time. We need to make sure the first didn't work before the second is administered", Andy announced, "are we clear."

"Yes sir", the guards answered in unison.

Andy pushed the chair to the shower, then showed Aramais how to use it.

"You can change the temperature levels as much as you like, you have full control of what happens in here", Andy set down a few things on a shelf, "shampoo, soap, washcloth. I have the towel", Andy smiled, "are you ready?"

"What are the guards to do if they hear me say sedate, sedate?", Aramais looked at Andy worriedly.

"They are to sedate you with one injection at a time", Andy nodded, "no one is to approach you until you are fully under the sedative."

Aramais nodded, "okay, let's get this over with."

Aramais got out of the chair and removed his clothes.

Andy frowned as he remembered all the scars that littered Aramais's body.

"Like what you see", Aramais caught Andy staring.

"No", Andy shook his head, "your body was destroyed by horrible people."

"I'm well aware", Aramais looked over himself.

Aramais held his hand under the running water for a few minutes, "I am surrounded by friendlies, I am not with my trainer anymore. I am not what they wanted, I am no longer their weapon."

Andy felt his heart ache as Aramais tried to talk himself into doing this. He had never seen the human weapon so apprehensive about something.

Finally Aramais leaned into the water more until he was fully under the stream.

A small sigh was heard.

Then a grunted groan.

"Doing okay?", Andy asked.

"Flashbacks", Aramais winced in frustration.

"Uh-oh", Aramais growled, "sedate, sedate."

A blast of air was heard as the sedative left the gun.

Once into Aramais's skin, Aramais folded himself into a ball, trying to control the survival mode until the sedative took effect.

"I need another one", Aramais groaned a few minutes later, "it's working, but not strongly."

Another blast of air as the injection was sent out.

After a few minutes, Aramais went limp and fell to the side.

Andy cautiously approached and turned the water off.

"He's out", Andy announced as he checked for a pulse, "let's move."

Andy dried Aramais off as much as he could before the guards helped get him dressed.

The Director, Caretaker, and McGee waited outside of the shower rooms. They collectively frowned as an unconscious Aramais was pushed out.

"Don't frown like that, he tried his best", Andy reprimanded, "my heart broke as I heard him trying to work up the courage to do it. I have it on recording so you can have your hearts broken as well. His body is covered in scars, they did so much to him."

"I wasn't frowning at him, I just wasn't expecting him to come out unconscious, that's all", Caretaker frowned before patting Aramais's shoulder, "Whumpee has whip marks down their back. If Mitch says he did the same thing his trainers did, he probably has the same. I know this is going to take time, and I'm sorry to Aramais that he has to deal with this."

"I'm not mad at all, I was hoping he had made it through, and wasn't expecting him to be unconscious", the Director admitted, "I'm thankful he tried though. He is helping us so much."

"He said he was having flashbacks, then he said Uh-oh", Andy brushed some of the damp hair out of Aramais's face, "then he asked for the sedation."

"I'll help you get him into his room, I am calling a meeting this afternoon", the Director stood beside Andy, "I need everyone in the Special Containment Unit there, I'll have four guards stay and monitor the weapons. I'll update the four of them later."

Andy and the Director undid the straps of the chair and carefully lifted Aramais up, then carried him to the bed.

"He looks so peaceful, it's amazing", the Director admitted.

"Amazing that he could kill us both in a matter of seconds", Andy dumped some water into Aramais's cup, and placed the cup next to him.

"Exactly", the Director nodded as he watched Andy place slippers on Aramais, "he really likes those slippers, huh?"

"Yes his favorite thing", Andy smiled as he pulled a blanket over Aramais, "he should be good to go."

Andy looked into the monitor room and saw the one guard stationed to watch Aramais.

"Message me if he wakes up before I'm back, if he needs anything let me know as well."

"Yes sir", the guard nodded.

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[plutoasteroids]

Hii @plutoasteroids How are you? Girl. I hope everything is fine. I'm here for your recent Future spouse game. I would love to participate. If its possible!!

here is your exchange with moodboard<3 hope you like it.

Some facts about your future spouse:-)

He might be a cancer/scorpio/pieces Or have these sings in his birth chart.

Have a good relationship with their family.

Long fingers & big hands.

Tall to medium heighted but very build muscular body.

Fun and bubbly personality. He might have loud voice.

Your FS could have some mental health problem yet they could also be quite secretive when it comes to how they feel.

He could be closer to his mother Or siblings.

Moodboard of your & your FS vibe.

Tbh you and your FS gives me some old love vibe💌

You like rain🌧? Or something outdoor activities?

Okay now for the game here is my details:-

My initial : rj

My big 3 : Leo sun, Libra moon and Libra rising.

My pronouns: she/her

My FS pronouns : he/him

You can give me reading on HOW MY FUTURE SPOUSE TREAT ME? or FS PHYSICAL APPEARANCE? ( don't need to add moodboard). you can choose one from these questions. I'm oaky with both.

Hoping I got a slot cause last time I wouldn't :(

Thankyou in advance🌷

have a great Day.☆

Hiiii! I am so happy you took part and I did love the moodboard and small reading, ugh sooo cute. And oh! we are both Libra moons that sooo cool!

-How will your FS treat you

Your FS is quite obsessed with you not in a toxic way but I feel like because of his obsession he will be very cautious and quite protective of you, like he will make sure you eat well, sleep enough, drink water. His obsession is more so on your wellbeing and making sure you are taken care of properly. He will offer you a safe space to relax and be at peace very masculine type of man, the take charge do whatever I need to do for my woman type of man. He wants to make your life easier and not over burden you with things. It's like he knows you're the prize and he has to work hard to be worthy of said prize and he will prove how worthy he is until he takes his last breath. It's just all pure, love devotion and loyalty!

[hermetiqa]

Hey again! First of all welcome back. I really appreciate your being here and posting your pick a pile readings, okay so your-"What will your fs friends think of you" pile, daym it resonates a lot. It was really cool to see and I found the question intresting too. Thankyou for your hardwork and time. 🦦✨

Sending you good energy 🫶🏻🤍🍀🧿

Hello! Omg thank you sooo much for the warm welcome. And thank you for appreciating my presence here and my hardwork and time. I'm glad the reading resonated with you! Thank you for the good energy. I'm sending good energy to you too! I wish you well. 💗

[unknownarmageddon]

WOAH THE SHEEPS!! THE CRYPTID SHEEPS!!! I love when people make otherwise “harmless” animals like deer and sheep into monster designs that aren’t outright oh claws and fangs and murder (although I love those designs to lmao) but there’s something subtle just. off about them

like drawing herbivores with front facing eyes, y’know?

Because animals like deer and sheep are dangerous, they’re wild animals- especially with overpopulation due to reduction of predators, deer and farm animals make up a surprisingly large amount of annual human casualties, not even mentioning the spread of diseases

Plus like there’s the whole revenge aspect since humans have been treating domesticated animals so terribly for so long aaaaaa

Okay I’m rambling now but!! Cool design!!!! Excited to see The Big Ones because you could get so cool with the designs like giving them humongous horns because maybe they live so long that they keep growing or they get some kind of notch or branch for every sheep in their flock and okay that’s enough I will sit here typing for five hours adios

WAGH THANKYOU this is so rad to hear actually i’m glad you like them that much,,,, AND and absolutely dude the thing with making deer and sheep and etc monsters is so fucking real i lovee that kinda thing. and like you said especially when it’s more subtle GOD this was so rad to read i am nodding along with you here

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But, you know what? I've realized that's what makes it so special! It's a reflection of my eclectic personality and creativity.

So, if you're looking for a space where art, music, quotes, and musings all collide, then my Tumblr blog is the place to be! Follow me for a daily dose of randomness and inspiration!

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If you disagree with me and you're going to be rude about it, I'm blocking you. This is my blog, and I want it to be a positive space where people can share ideas and have respectful discussions. I love hearing different viewpoints and constructive criticism, but there's no place for negativity or insults here. If you can't keep it civil, the block button is right there, and I won't hesitate to use it.

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