#tac•tic...s

[l6sadi]

My ass trying to get a job

[didderd]

bitty Tic, Tac, n Tou doodles from earlier in th day :3

they all got a Tourette's ribbon to tie around a part of themself :> (lil Tac tore his in half to tie around his forearms n hide his bite tic scars)

(these aren't quite finalized designs. still needa think abt a few things)

[chocochi]

[tamara-kama]

Monika's Tic-tac-toe, MS-DOS

Recalbox, RetroArch, DOSBox

800x600, bicubic upscaling

Raspberry Pi 4 @ 2Ghz

Wireless XBox 360 controller

This is kind of an oddity on the PC. It's exceedingly simple.. you just click on the space to add your symbol and the AI, who's apparently Monika.. takes her turn..

If you play this game properly it'll always be a tie like in Wargames.. 😅🕹️💜

[claraknight]

This didn't age well. 😭

[realmadrid-red]

OwO anyways Sae Anon is curios, how many inches is ur forehead? 🤨🔍

-🥹

… why would you ask that?

[b0mblover]

the one where lopt doesnt suffer as much

(/4 final)

By: J

(finally the last part! i fucking resent writing now!)

(again creds to sho_variable for the idea)

(idfk ur tumblr still pls lemme stalk u on here too bae 🥺 /j /p)

17:00, ironically, the week has been bland as absolute hell, besides lopt dying 3 times, nothing really happened. Noriko cane home with two bags from some convenience store or a gas station, she sat one down on the floor of the living room and one on the counter of the kitchen. She put the contents of the bag that was in the kitchen up first, then waked into the living room, Sitting the contents out in front of jirou and lopt. They were both confused, “The hell are those?” lopt asked, paranoid that he was going to basically die for a fourth time. “Tic tacs, theyre supposed to be breath mints but it just tastes like candy” “Why did you even get so many? i mean not complaining but..” Jirou chimed in, “Second that, why?” “Well, i mean why not? hmm? besides they taste good so” “yea sure whatever” lopt was skeptical, he went to stand up to go get his phone or do really anything else then debate the saftey

of “tic tacs” with noriko “ah ah where do you think youre going? youre gonna try these jusy for saying something” lopt felt familiar and yet unfamiliar dread wash across him. “Why should i do that” he didnt turn around to face her “cause i said so, seriously youll be fine” lopt at this point gave up, he didnt know if itd be worse than what he ate in the past several days, and didnt care, whatever happened, happened. “fine give me one” noriko handed a box of them to lopt “what the hell how do you-“ lopt struggled to get it open before jirou took the box and opened it for him, he took specifically one out and put it in his mouth, he noted that it was vagely sweet, and rather hard? or were you supposed to chew it? he didnt know. Noriko and jirou both had a box, both of them pouring the contents out and eating them as if it was normal, noriko seemed to chew hers and jirou just swallowed them. Lopt decied to swallow them too, if thats what jirou did, he’d probably be fine. “Why the hell did you just eat the whole bottle..” “What do ya mean? no one really eats one at a time lopt, god if i didnt know you id think youre some, sad, victorian child that somehow managed to not die of polio” Lopt stared at noriko, questioning what in hell that meant. “Kay whatever, im leaving” “nuh uh not until you finish that” lopt stared at the rather small box, jirou and noriko did it in less than a minute so, he should be fine right? He dumped the rest of it in his hand, and shoved it into his mouth like an ass ton of pills, swallowing most at once, he felt like he had to cough, he attempted to swallow the rest of them so he didnt cough them up, but couldnt, he gestured to jirou for a cup of water, thankfully jirou being fluent in lopts awful hand movements, knew what he wanted and got him a bottle of water and opened it for him, Lopt took the water and drank approximately 3/4 of the bottle, swallowing it slowly as to not swallow anymore tic tacs, the water that pooled in his mouth that he hadnt swallowed apperently rubbed off some of the taste of the tic tacs, making the water taste in his words, disgusting.

After he finally managed to get down the last of it, he took a deep breath, “Hey jirou, before i forget, could i bum a smoke?” Jirou replied “No ☺️” lopt apparently was never going to get to smoke.

[yawnderu]

>Silly sex with Simon Riley. 💗

“Fuck, love...” Simon's needy voice hits your ear, calloused hands roaming up and down your body as if his life depends on it, leaving a track of fire that burns from within.

“Don't call me love, mate.” His thrusts falter for a second, letting out a small chuckle before he starts moving again, his meaty cock slipping in and out of your needy cunt. Simon's grip tightens on your body, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched.

“Don't call me mate. Feels like I'm shaggin' one of the lads.” Your little giggles hit like music to his ears, even when they're interrupted by moaning the moment his tip slams against your cervix, letting you feel every single inch of his veiny dick.

“Bet you'd like that, wanker.” Your playful insults do nothing but act as fuel for Simon, the little amused smirk he shoots you as he starts to thrust deeper into you, the sound of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass ring around the room, only adding to the atmosphere you both set minutes ago.

“'S much better than wanking.” His face only seeks deeper shelter into the crook of your neck the moment you try to push him away and call him gross while giggling, allowing his burly arms to wrap around your waist only to bring your warm body closer to his, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck despite the chuckles escaping his lips.

“What kind o' mints do soldiers use?” Simon couldn't let the quiet gasps take over— not when he had you underneath him, looking prettier than ever, eyes glossy from laughing and the most lovely smile he's ever seen.

“What?” You ask after a few seconds, getting lost in the way Simon looks straight out of a porno— a thin layer of sweat covering his pale skin, muscles bulging out of his skin with the strain from thrusting into your sopping pussy, his face slightly scrunched up the moment your walls tighten around him.

“Tac-tics.” You try to hold in your laugh— truly, you do, yet the cheeky grin Simon gives you is enough to make your resolve falter, giggles mixing in with the moaning at the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks just to bring him in closer, keeping eye contact even as his eyes crinkle, deep chuckles escaping his lips despite himself.

Simon's lips crash against yours last second, part of him not wanting you to hear just how good you're making him feel, your warm walls wrapping around him like vice, making him thrust deeper and harder into you, shooting ropes of cum right into your cunt way earlier than he would've liked, yet the feeling of your wet tongue sloppily wrapping around his is enough to make him forget about any worries.

[mylittleponyoh]

"Seventies Sanctuary" CC Pack by MylittleponyOh

Enter my "Seventies Sanctuary" with this 33 LOW POLY items CC Pack I designed with all my love for mid-century modern furniture ! I hope the little story and artistic direction I’ve created for this pack will transport you into nostalgia as much as it did for me ! A French Version of the Zine is available here !

All items are Base Game Compatible except the Functional Insence that will require Spa Day to work. In this Pack you will find :

Animated Record Player - 10 swatches

Around Sofa "Bookcase" Left - 12 swatches

Around Sofa "Bookcase" Right - 12 swatches

Books (as a bookcase) - 3 swatches

Clock - 5 swatches

Decorative Tic Tac Toe - 7 swatches

Donut Lamp - 4 swatches

Fireplace Hood Tall - 6 swatches

Fireplace Hood Medium - 6 swatches

Fireplace Hood Short - 6 swatches

Fireplace - 12 swatches

Flowers in a Vase - 25 swatches

Frame with Glass - 5 swatches

Framed City Posters - 16 swatches

Functional Insence - 4 swatches - REQUIRE SPA DAY

Granny Square Blanket - 6 swatches

Macramé Curtain Knotted 3 Tiles - 4 swatches

Macramé Curtain Knotted Left - 4 swatches

Macramé Curtain Knotted Right - 4 swatches

Macramé Curtain - 4 swatches

MCM Armchair - 14 swatches

Neon 1 - 7 swatches

Neon 2 - 7 swatches

Plexi Coffee Table - 9 swatches

Reading Lamp - 10 swatches

Record Player Stand - 5 swatches

Rug - 4 swatches

Sofa Lounge - 12 swatches

Sofa - 12 swatches

That 70's Shiplap - 6 swatches

That 70's Wallpaper - 6 swatches

Tissue Box - 5 swatches

Trailing Plant - 3 swatches

A little note aside :  98% of my textures are hand drawn. For the Star War swatche in the book, I used AI to generate images. I've edited all the rest with Canva and/or GIMP. Note that I can't pay artists to get images as all my content is free and is not my full time job, so yes I am using free help if I know I will not be able to achieve the look I want :) Other swatches are inspired from real life books, or invented. City Framed Posters are inspired from Othman Zougam posters, I love their artworks !

Special thanks to all my Discord friends who have been so nice, helping me during the creation of this pack, for your ideas, hype and love. Thanks to : @milliestore for your participation with the creation of one of the cover of the Books item. Thanks to @hyawehb for letting me use one of your pictures as well for a one of the book cover too. Check out her french booksta account here and also her blog La Biblionaute Also thanks to @meerigoldsims for your idea of a Star Wars swatche for the books !

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[l6sadi]

[acethatlovesdinos]

Shitpost for @sm-baby 's Evil Clones lore lol

I love this little freak

(I started with a png of a real tic-tac box from google and went from there lmao, the faces are all from various Mushy posts, and i made the label)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 32: Crashing Out Respectfully

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Mild Language, Fluff, Team Shenanigans

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x !photographer Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: Landing in Omaha feels like a fresh start, but that doesn’t mean it’s free from chaos—especially with Paige, KK, and the rest of the team around.

Welcome to the chapter 32 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader’s POV

Landing in Omaha felt like a fresh start, like I could leave all the mess that happened back at UConn for a little while. Paige held my hand briefly before we got on the bus, giving me a reassuring squeeze before letting go. It wasn’t a big deal, but moments like that meant everything.

We pulled up to the hotel, and Ice was the first one out, grabbing her bag and stretching. “I call dibs on the side of the room furthest from the door,” she announced.

I rolled my eyes, dragging my suitcase behind her. “Like I was gonna fight you on that.”

Paige came up beside me, nudging my shoulder. “You gonna be good?”

I nodded. “Yeah, Ice got me.”

Paige gave me a look like she wanted to say more, but Jana was already pulling her toward the elevators.

“C’mon, Bueckers,” Jana smirked. “Roomie bonding time.”

Paige groaned dramatically but went with her, throwing me a wink before disappearing down the hall.

After dropping our bags in the room, Ice and I barely had a second to settle before knocking started at the door.

“Already?” Ice muttered before swinging it open.

Standing there like they owned the place were Paige, KK, Jana, and Aubrey, a deck of Uno cards and snacks in hand.

“Y’all act like this is your room,” I deadpanned, letting Paige slip past me to sit on my bed.

KK smirked, plopping down on the floor. “It is now.”

Jana shrugged, taking the spot next to her. “Better seating arrangements.”

Aubrey just sat on the desk chair, stretching out like she paid rent.

Ice sighed but sat down too. “Alright, let’s run it.”

Uno was pure chaos.

KK was talking crazy, Jana was throwing shade, Ice was plotting, and Paige was 100% locked in, like this was the national championship.

“You can’t stack a draw four on a draw four,” Ice called out when Paige tried to hit her with another.

Paige looked at her, unbothered. “Says who?”

“The official rules.”

“Uno got rules?”

Jana shook her head, laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

I smirked, slapping down a +2 on Paige. “Take that, baby.”

Paige gasped, holding a hand to her chest dramatically. “Et tu, Y/N?”

“Yeah, yeah, draw your cards, Shakespeare.”

After a few rounds and way too much arguing, everyone finally left for their own rooms. I tried to sleep, I really did, but my body just wasn’t letting it happen.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I grabbed my pillow and made my way to Paige’s room. One soft knock was all it took before she was pulling back the covers.

“C’mere,” she murmured, already making room for me.

I slid in beside her, feeling her arms wrap around me.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, voice groggy.

I shook my head against her shoulder.

Paige hummed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Try now.”

This time, I actually did.

The gym was buzzing during shootaround. Everyone was loose, but you could tell the team was locked in.

I was filming as usual when KK called me over. “Yo, film this real quick.”

I lifted my camera just in time to see her attempt a dunk. She bricked it completely.

Aubrey doubled over laughing. “Oh, that’s going in the archives.”

KK turned to me, pointing. “Delete it.”

I smirked. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

Paige leaned over my shoulder, watching the playback. “That’s getting sent to the group chat.”

KK groaned as Jana walked by, patting her shoulder. “Tough.”

The first and second quarters were smooth as butter if you asked me but the third quarter was like they were going tic for tac between the steals, drives and 3’s being dropped; mostly by us.

UConn had Creighton on the ropes, up 56-38 in the third quarter. I was posted on the sideline, camera rolling as Paige tried to football throw the ball into Sarah’s hands with 00.8 seconds left, to try to hit a buzzer-beater inbound shot.

It was one of those moments where the whole gym collectively held its breath. Sarah lobbed it up—

It bounced off the rim.

And I? I crashed out.

Like full-on dramatic slump, one hand over my heart, the other gripping my camera as I fell back.

The entire team lost it.

“Oh nah,” Ice wheezed, pointing at me. “She’s really picking up Paige’s habits.”

Paige was laughing so hard she had to hold onto Azzi’s shoulder. “That was actually elite crashing out.”

Even Geno was shaking his head, amused. “Y/N, you okay over there?”

I sat up, wiping fake tears. “That was supposed to go in.”

Sarah jogged past, laughing. “I got you next time, I swear.”

Final score: 72-61. Another W.

As the final buzzer sounded, Paige jogged over, sweat still dripping but a huge smile on her face.

“Got that last clip?” she asked, breathless.

I nodded, grinning. “Of course.”

She grabbed my hand, squeezing it. “Good.”

And just like that, everything felt right.

After the post-game interviews and routines wrapped up, we loaded onto the team bus, ready to head to the airport. I was exhausted, my camera bag feeling heavier than usual on my shoulder, but the energy on the bus was anything but quiet.

I had just put my stuff down, preparing to take my usual seat when I heard KK’s voice loud and clear.

“Nah, move. That’s my seat.”

Paige scoffed. “Your seat? Y/N always sits next to me.”

KK crossed her arms. “And? She’s also my mom.”

I groaned, already rubbing my temples. “Not this again.”

“So?” Paige shot back, eyes narrowing. “She’s my girl.”

KK shrugged. “And? You sleep with her. I got seniority.”

“That literally makes no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense.”

I glanced at Ice, who was shaking her head, laughing. Azzi sat next to her, recording everything.

“You know the fans love these arguments, right?” Azzi grinned, flipping her phone around to show KK and Paige mid-standoff.

KK smirked. “As they should.”

I groaned. “Y’all are insufferable.”

Paige ignored me, standing her ground. “She’s sitting next to me.”

KK stepped forward. “No, me.”

They both turned to me, waiting for me to pick.

Instead of answering, I grabbed my bag and walked straight to the middle of the bus, dropping down in the empty seat next to Morgan.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Paige gawked.

I buckled my seatbelt, looking between them. “If y’all wanna argue so bad, sit next to each other.”

Morgan chuckled beside me, amused. “Smart move.”

Paige and KK stood there, processing what just happened.

Ice lost it, laughing. “You two look so dumb right now.”

Azzi was nearly in tears, still recording. “I cannot wait to post this.”

Jana leaned over from the row behind me, smirking. “Checkmate.”

KK sighed dramatically, flopping into the seat next to Paige. “See what you did?”

Paige groaned, arms crossed. “I hate this.”

I leaned into Morgan, shaking my head. “They’ll be fine.”

Morgan nodded, scrolling on her phone. “They need to learn how to share.”

By the time we boarded the team plane, I was still trying to finish editing the game footage for the media team. I had my MacBook open, my blue light glasses perched on my nose, and my AirPods in as I worked.

As I settled into my seat, I felt a familiar presence drop into the seat next to me.

KK smirked. “Since Paige got to sit next to you on the way here, it’s my turn.”

Paige, who had already taken a seat with Ice across the aisle, scowled. “That’s not fair.”

KK leaned back, smug. “It’s perfectly fair.”

Paige opened her mouth to argue, but Azzi patted her shoulder. “Just take the L, bro.”

I chuckled, adjusting my laptop. “KK, if you’re gonna sit here, don’t be a distraction.”

She put a hand over her heart. “I would never.”

I shot her a knowing look. “Lies.”

Still, she let me work in peace, only occasionally glancing over at my screen. After about thirty minutes of editing footage, my eyelids got heavy. My head dipped slightly, but I kept trying to power through.

“Yo, Y/N,” KK murmured after a while.

“Hm?”

“You’re lowkey snoring.”

I blinked, barely registering her words. “M’not.”

KK chuckled. “You literally just twitched in your sleep.”

I groaned, pushing my laptop up slightly. “M’fine.”

But before I could keep working, KK gently reached over saving my progress and shut my laptop. “Nah, you’re done for tonight.”

I mumbled something incoherent, but I was already too far gone. KK adjusted my seat a little, letting me rest against her shoulder.

From across the aisle, I faintly heard Paige mumble, “This is betrayal.”

Azzi snickered. “Let her sleep, P.”

And with that, Paige snapped a a quick picture of me sleeping in Kk’s shoulder glasses still on my face.

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       -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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[jaeminify]

a game of tic tac toe.

synopsis ☆ mark would much rather spend his afternoon lazing around his apartment with just you in his clothes with a movie playing on in the background, but hanging out with his friends around was quite fun too.

warning/s ☆ mention of food/amount of food being eaten but it isn't specific!!

author's note ☆ hii! this is one of my second works posted onto this account and compared to my jaemin one shot, this one is much more mundane and while a little suggestive -- not so as compared to finders keepers >< please stay tuned for more works from me!! i'll do my best to put out better imagines and one shots <3 any feedback is much appreciated!

Mark can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

While that may seem like a regular occurrence, his hands are reaching out for yours more than usual, his head rests on your shoulder at least twice as more times when he's sat next to you, and when you're seated beside his close friend, he can't help (he could, he doesn't care) but pull you as close as possible even when the three of you are sat in a booth across his other friends.

"Need something, handsome?" You whisper as your eyes scan through the menu he's holding up for you.

He has one arm slung over your shoulder, holding the menu on the table for the both of you to read. It's easier for you, but the display of affection is a little surprising for you.

Discreetly, Mark leans his head down to give you a kiss. He lets his lips linger on yours one last time when he gives you a second peck, then he kisses the top of your head.

"You're so pretty today." He exhales, resting his head on your shoulder as he points to the meal he wants. "Wanna share that? Looks good."

"That's too heavy," You pout "We have dinner with your family tonight. I don't want to be rude by not ordering."

"I'll finish whatever's on your plate baby, I got you." Mark laughs but finds your concern over the tiniest of things (to him) endearingly cute. He likes that you pay attention to detail, even if it isn't so obvious to him.

"You could just sit there and they'd love you," He reassures. "I know I already do."

"Mark," You laugh. "The way you love me and the way they do is completely different."

"What's different in the way I love you?"

"Mark—"

"Okay, lovebirds! Need you two to put your hands in. We're playing tic tac toe and we need witnesses." Yuta belts, smiling innocently when Mark throws him a glare over your shoulder while you laugh at the paper they show you.

Tic Tac Toe Tournament is written at the top of their paper; you don't know where they got it from, but it's written in Jaehyun's writing so you know who was the mastermind was.

"It's gonna be Yuta versus Jaehyun first, then Jungwoo and Taeyong."

"Hey, how come I don't get to play?" Mark pays more attention this time, sitting up to accentuate his voice more. The arm that was looped over your shoulder instinctively drops lower to your waist, resting there.

"You were too busy staring at Y/N to even hear our question," Taeyong laughs, looking over at the couple with fondness in his eyes.

Even if he does teases Mark at how dense he becomes to his surroundings when you're around, he thinks you two are a good match that he adores.

"Wish you could've seen yourself. It was like cupid shot arrows in your eyes." Yuta grins.

You lean back into Mark's embrace and pinch his cheeks, not thinking too much about how his friends were with you two. You were aware that certain boys disliked affection or being coddled by their girlfriend when they were around their friends, but you were lucky because Mark never minded that. He'd even be the one to proudly ask for more hugs when you were around his friends.

Jaehyun, who had grown accustomed to your antics, shakes his head with a laugh.

"Not even cupid could compare," Jaehyun grins. "Cmon, pick a side." Jaehyun slides the paper over to you.

"I have to pick a side?"

"Have you been to a football match, Y/N?" Taeyong asks, smiling to show you his words were lighthearted. "You either sit on one side of the stadium, you can't cheer for two teams."

"Or so they say," Yuta winks at you, making Mark throw a tissue at him.

"Okay, I'll root for Yuta and Taeyong."

"Whaaat! Y/N I've known you the longest," Jaehyun whines.

"I cheered for you during your FIFA game, I can't keep cheering for one person."

"Especially when she has a boyfriend, Guys. Right here, by the way." Mark says, poking fun when he raises an arm to point at himself. "Sucks that I'm not playing, Y/N's great support."

"Her support for you would be a pity vote."

"In tic tac toe?"

"Especially in tic tac toe."

"That makes no—"

"What did I miss?" Jungwoo comes back to the booth with his phone, having left it at the theatre hall they watched their movie in previously.

"We're playing tic tac toe." Yuta says, beckoning him to hurry back into the seat so they could start playing.

"I'm against taeyong again?" Jungwoo squints his eyes, "Piece of cake. Hope you didn't bet against me Y/N."

"Not betting." You point out.

"So you voted for Taeyong?" He asked dryly.

"...Yes."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"Can we start the game?" Jaehyun asks, impatiently grasping the pencil in his hand trying to pass one to Yuta.

The four boys start the game in front of you and Mark. The two of you don't really have to be paying attention much since it was a simple game, but you watched with interest when Taeyong would make side comments at Yuta placing the X's in the wrong boxes while Jaehyun drew hearts instead of O's for his turn.

In the midst of their bantering, Mark rests his chin on your shoulder and subconsciously, you place a hand on his knee to let him know in a subtle way that you're here and that you're still paying attention to him even when you tell Jungwoo to stop smudging Yuta's X's.

"I could totally win at tic tac toe." Mark mumbles just for you to hear.

You can't help but smile at how sulky he's gotten, knowing that he's only showing a straight face to not let the guys tease him. He doesn't really care if they do, he just likes sulking to you more than them.

"You could baby," You say to him, low enough only for him to hear. "I'd even cheer you on."

"I know you would, Angel." He smiles, "With how pretty you sound in bed your voice is music to me."

"Hey," your head turns sharply to face him, placing a finger up between you and his lips, Mark has to bite back a smile at how cute you are, choosing to kiss the tip of your finger before he lays his head on your shoulder again.

He pokes your side to get your attention but your focused suddenly shifts to the match between Jungwoo and Taeyong. Jaehyun wins the first round against Yuta, the latter saying he wasn't focused because he hasn't played in a while.

"How do you even lose at tic tac toe?"

"You're living it, Yuta. That's literally you."

"Shut up and start the game," Yuta groans, passing Taeyong his pencil after hearing his friend tease him.

"You sure you don't wanna change your mind, Y/N?" Jungwoo pokes fun, drawing the lines for the game to start after he scribbles down his and Taeyong's name.

You shake your head at Mark's friend, "Nope. I trust Tae, I know he'll do well."

"Wish I had that confidence," Taeyong mumbles.

"It's just tic tac toe..." Mark breathes out, shaking his head when he sees how worked up his friends are getting over one game while waiting for your dessert.

Mark tunes out the conversation, only turning his head to look over at what you guys are doing when he hears you laugh, or when you move forward that Mark doesn't feel your skin on his that makes him tune back in to what the guys are saying.

Mark almost falls asleep when he realises it's been drizzling outside, raindrops pattering softly onto the glass pane he leans on, but when he feels you move again, he turns his head again and notices the way you've now brushed your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. The clasp of your necklace sits prettily on your neck, making Mark realise you dressed up more than usual today.

Don't get him wrong, you looked gorgeous in anything you wore (much more when you were wearing his clothes, he would debate), but what catches his eyes is the way your shirt lightly raises the more you lean forward. Granted only Mark is privy to see such exposure of your skin; let alone your back, but his mind gets the best of him and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out to lightly graze his hand over your waist.

You jump a little at how light Mark's touch is, but you don't pull away from your argument — whatever it was about with Jaehyun — to look at Mark.

Mark's a little dazed and empty-headed when he focuses on your skin against his palm. It's not like he was looking to start anything, he loved holding you. Maybe physical touch was his love language, but he liked having you near him. You did too, but Mark enjoyed it maybe a tad bit more.

When you finally scoot back to be closer to Mark after concluding who had won this match, you rest your back against Mark's chest and he locks you close to him, the hand that had been tracing random patterns on your skin only slid to the front of your body to hug you. Mark quietly watched the next game of tic tac toe begin between Taeyong and Jaehyun.

Looks like you won both of the bets; even if no money was involved.

You laugh at something Jungwoo says and Mark feels your laughter through your body against his and soon, like most days, he's smiling against the top your head, leaving light kisses on it.

The four boys get caught up in their game, demanding another rematch, this time between Yuta and Jungwoo.

When you tell them to handle this game on their own, Mark volunteers to play the next match against Taeyong.

Although Mark would prefer a quiet day in spent with you with movies being played in the background while the both of you lazed around in your most casual attire, he couldn't lie that moments with his friends and you were just as good.

His favourite people with his person; his most adored person in his world as of right now. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[tactical-jellyfish]

Tf-141 and cat-like reader

Warnings!: minor injury (not at all serious). I sincerely apologize for starving you guys. Ended up getting sick for a good while like right after the poll and that kind of halted progress on everything temporarily. Inuries!drabble is in progress :)

It's been a few months since you found yourself transferred onto the 141.

Really, you have no issues with it. Your teammates are good enough, willing to let you do your own thing as long as it doesn't interfere with anyone else's process. Your own tics and habits are of relatively little concern, when your performance is taken into account.

Of course, there is a quiet curiosity, on everyone's part (it's only natural, honestly), though all but one person brush past it.

Price is grateful for your contributions to his team. Ghost is quiet, respectful. Gaz is friendly, though you're not quite close as a pair.

Johnny? He is where you start to encounter something new.

He's a curious man, despite how much he tries to hide that, and he trails after you like a puppydog, watching and trying to pick you apart, even during missions.

After one mission, while you're sat in your own self-designated corner of the heli, a few drips of blood are leaving a small gash in your exposed forearm. A simple injury, not all that painful, it could wait until you got a bit of strength back.

And still, the Scot leans forward in his seat before he stands, quietly approaching your seated figure before speaking.

"Ye want help wie tha', mate?" Johnny inquires, sitting himself close to your side, letting the soft tendrils of body heat sink into your side, and you lean, ever so slightly, away from it. Not because it's bad, it was rather nice actually, but you weren't used to this closeness with him yet.

"I can handle it fine, MacTavish." Your response doesn't make him deflate like it usually does with people. Instead, Johnny, in his infinite wisdom, tries to reach for your arm anyway.

You jerk backward, and John finally notes that you don't appreciate the touching.

"Och, ahm sorry, I-"

"Ask first."

The interruption makes him pause in place, and he takes a second to think that over before realizing that, fuck, you were right. He didn't ask about how much touch you were alright with.

"I'm sorry. Can I patch ye up?"

You relax more in your seat, and nod after a moment or two of consideration.

"...Sure."

His hands are big, but gentle as he grabs the disinfectant, delicately sponging it over the small injury, catching the slight grit of your teeth at the sting but not paying it any mind, because you were opening up, at least a little.

Not quite like Ghost, but you were doing something.

When the adhesive bandage is smoothed over your skin, pressed down over ointment and cleaned skin, soaking up the smallest amount of blood as it leaves your body.

And when, just before he pulls back, your hand loosely wraps around his wrist, he looks back up at you in confusion.

"Thanks." You cut in before he can start.

"Ah thought ye didn't-"

"It's alright. You asked when I told you to."

He snorts. "You really like yer crosstalk, huh?" Bright blue eyes filled with boyish warmth. It makes you warm slightly more, lean just a bit closer like he won't notice.

"I do."

"You know ye're leaning into me, right?"

"Yeah." You say, not embarrassed despite the new boldness Johnny is acquiring with you so close to him.

"Can I get closer?"

"Sure."

His hands retain that gentleness while he leans back, one tenderly resting on your shoulder, rubbing at the recently-exerted muscle through the strap of your tac-vest.

You nudge up into that touch, shut your eyes, and let yourself enjoy it. Johnny just stares while you do, silent and starting to smile as you soak up this new affection.

Right then, Ghost is in the heli's hatch, and he sighs slightly beneath the mask as he lowers himself into a seat.

Your eyes snap open, and you lean forward with a start. Johnny's hand twitches back with the sudden movement.

"Don't stop on my account, sergeants." He jokes. Johnny rolls his eyes.

You take the Scot's hand, put it back on your shoulder, and savor a little more of that subtle pampering before Price comes back.

(To be continued :D)

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༝༚༝༚ Tic-Tac-Toe ༝༚༝༚

Part 2

Black suit mod!Leon x fem!Reader

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You hated these banquets, it was just a bunch of rich people trying to prove just how rich they were. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were childhood friends with the president’s daughter, you wouldn’t even be here.

Normally you wouldn’t be here, choosing to make some excuse to get out of it that Ashley would envy you for, but this dinner was an exception. It was to celebrate Ashley’s safe return home from being held hostage in Spain.

You’re here to support your friend, although she keeps being whisked away to talk to random people about her “adventure” like it was some thrilling vacation.

So here you sat, in the back of the room alone, with your own tray of champagne and a pen. What’s the pen for, you ask? Well, as you sat there, drinking and bored out of your mind, you looked down at your legs and realized something. The fishnet stockings you wore made for the perfect tic-tac-toe canvas.

And that’s how you’ve been spending the last ten minutes, playing a game of tic-tac-toe against yourself, when you hear someone clear their throat. You look up, a little sluggishly due to the alcohol in your system, and when you see who’s standing at your table, you’re eyes widen.

Leon S. Kennedy, aka the man who went all the way to Spain and saved Ashley, by himself.

You’ve met him before, briefly, when he first brought Ashley home, but you haven’t really seen him since. You were too focused on your friend to really register anything else.

But now that everything’s calmed down, and Ashley has reassured you that she’s alright, you finally take in the agent who rescued her.

And he looked… he looked good.

The man is wearing a three piece suit, the dress shirt and tie a dark grey and the outer coat a nice black, and he looked at you with amusement as he asked, “Are you playing tic-tac-toe… on your leg?”

You look down at your own leg, as if you needed to confirm that was what you were in fact doing, before looking back up at him, “And what if I am?”

Leon laughs, and it sounds so pretty that you instantly decide you need to hear it again. The man pulls out the chair next to you and sits down, “I’m not judging you, actually seems more entertaining than anything else here.”

“Ah a man with taste,” You say, and move your chair until it’s closer to his before propping your leg up on his lap, “Well then, Leon, X’s or O’s?”

Now it’s you looking at him with amusement as his eyes widen and flicker between your leg in his lap and your face, “You’re serious?”

“Very, now grab a glass and make your move.” You instruct, pushing the pen into his hand and grabbing your own glass before taking a swig.

Leon just looks at you for a moment, and then at the pen in his hand, and then your leg in his lap. You watch him with a raised eyebrow as he seems to shrug to himself, grabs a glass of champagne, down it in one go and then grab your leg, carefully drawing an X through a gap in your stockings.

You whooped a little louder than you meant to, making some of the guests nearby look at the both of you. Leon shushed you with a laugh, putting a hand over your mouth and you giggled, pleased with yourself for hearing that sound again.

Still giggling you took the pen from his grasp and looked at your leg, deciding where to place your move. Leon leaned over a little to watch as he said, “So this is gonna be really awkward since you clearly know my name-“

You let out a dramatic gasp, and look up just in time to watch him roll his eyes while fighting off a smirk, “You don’t know my name?!”

“You never-“

“Shame!”

“You never introduced yourself!” Leon defended himself, picking up another glass of champagne, “You just thanked me, hugged me and left!”

“I was a little preoccupied,” You glare playfully, drawing an O right next to his X, “My best friend just got back from being kidnapped, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m the one that saved her, remember?” Leon leaned closer and plucked the pen from your fingers.

You leaned in closer to, “Yeah, that’s why we’re both at this stupid thing, remember?”

His hand, that had stayed respectfully on your knee since he first touched you, slid a little higher. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers getting caught in your tights and his hot breath fanning your face, “So are you gonna tell me your name, or are you gonna make me guess?”

You smirk and open your mouth-

“Ahem,” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled both of you.

You and Leon jumped away from each other with lightning speed, so fast you about fell out of your chair trying to get your legs off his lap. When you looked up you saw none other than Ashley Graham herself, wearing a shit eating grin as she tried not to laugh.

“Ashley,” You greeted nonchalantly, raising an empty champagne glass toward her.

“Y/N,” Ashley said, unable to hold in a chuckle. You see Leon look at you from your peripheral and sigh, bummed you didn’t get to tell him your name yourself.

“Leon,” Ashley says then, and the agent sits up instantly, looking at the blonde girl, “My dad’s been looking for you.”

“Oh, uh,” Leon looked at you, and you looked back at him with a sad smile. He returned the smile and with a small sigh he stood up, “Right, thanks Ashley.”

“Of course, bye Leon.” Ashley smiled knowingly, and you could’ve sworn you saw the agent blush.

“Bye. It was nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” Leon said, giving you one last smile before walking away, leaving you with your friend.

“Why do you have X’s and O’s on your leg?”

…and ink on your leg.

I found the picture on the right and just knew I had to write something

[yoshipupz]

high quality 4k dogman fanart I spent hours on

GUYS IM SEEING THE MOVIE TMRW WITH MY PARENTS THEN THE NEXT DAY WITH MY FRIENDS AND IM GONNA WEAR MY DOGMAN COSPLAY TO THE THEATERS TOO AND IM SO RJGHIEJFGHEJKRGHJEIRGHIFGHEJFNKRFHIRFJIEHVEKVNEKFNRJFHDITUGIRJVORJGKRHGKRFNRKGHORGHORGJORGJ OU MYHOGOODJHHH I CSNY.

Also I’m s\gonna laugh so hard at every lil petey scene because why did they quadruple the size of his forehead bro I’m literally shitting rainbows I CANT I would be crying if I looked like that too it’s messed up what they be doing to y’all /ref

btw I lost tic tac toe…. auughhh!