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willow-salix · 3 years

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Day 2 of Isolation on Tracy Island 2.0 (Fluffember prompt : sky)

Day 2 of Isolation 2.0 on Tracy Island and...well I'll be honest, it's not been too bad yet. Everyone seems a lot more civilised than they were the first time, maybe because it's not as bad globally as it was back in… March was it? What year is this, do I still have my youth or have they sucked it out of me?

Anyway, yes, they are better behaved than the first time, I guess because the shock's over with and it's been so long in a kind of half limbo that we're pretty used to it now. They spent the night trying to convince me that they had dragged me from my little witch cave for my benefit rather than theirs, they lie.

Either way, they are slightly less rowdy, according to Jeff, slightly tidier, according to Grandma but still not at all self sufficient, according to John.

I'd decided that, as I had little choice in the matter, I'd make the best of it. I strolled into the empty lounge, dropped my three bags on the floor, raised my arms and yelled at the top of my voice, "Honey, I'm home!"

I don't know what I expected, maybe to be greeted enthusiastically, to have various family members run in from all directions, so happy and grateful to see me, I mean, I was pretty open to any display of affection, truth be told.

But no, not one of them bothered to come and say hello.

"I might as well go back home," I grumbled to Scott who had finished the post flight checks of One and ambled in after me. "I even brought snacks and I'm being ignored."

"Snacks?" his hand was in the bag I indicated by kicking it with my toe before I'd even finished speaking.

"Well, now I know why I was wanted," I sniffed. "Let me guess, food standards have slipped now that you've all eaten through the meals I left in the freezers last time I was here?"

"That has nothing to do with why we wanted you," he assured me, flopping down on one of the couches with his pilfered bounty bar. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it, humming happily. "You always bring the best chocolate with you."

"Well, I don't like that American stuff you get," I dropped down beside him and stole the other half of the bar.

"There's nothing wrong with American things," he argued. "Quality products from there."

My eyes slid sideways to look at him. "Dude, are you counting yourself as a quality product?"

"Maybe," he didn't bother denying it.

There wasn't much I could say to that really so I shifted the conversation.

"Where are the other idiots?"

He shrugged.

"That's helpful, thanks." I sighed, resting my head back against the sofa. It was weird but this time really did feel so different, almost like it had been inevitable, we were just waiting for it to come.

"I'm not doing all the work this time," I warned him, "like, you guys are gonna have to step up, I refuse to be your maid and run around after you all like I did last time. New lockdown, new rules."

"We don't need a maid," he argued. "Is it so hard to believe that we just want you here so we're all together?"

I shrugged, still feeling a bit like I'd been both blindsided and guilt tripped into it, not to mention feeling rather damp and itchy from the decontamination chamber Brains has forced me into. I told him that I'd been extra careful, that I'd been following the social distancing, yet he hadn't listened and still insisted that I needed to be blasted.

"Here's the thing," he poked me to make sure I was listening. "Last time you were here to help us get through it. We were all feeling a bit helpless and frustrated and without you here distracting us and bossing us around, things would have been a lot worse. This time is different, this time it would be you stuck at home, we're still able to go out and do our jobs now, even though we're still getting fewer calls than normal and some countries aren't allowing entry, but because of that, as soon as your lockdown came in you would have been alone for a month."

"I think I could have handled that."

"Do you though, do you really?"

I glanced at him, not detecting the teasing tone I had been expecting. Could I have handled it? So many people were stuck alone, unable to see their loved ones, their friends and family or to even go to work again. All the little things that make life more bearable and they had been taken away again. I like peace and quiet, but I knew he was right, being locked away, on my own for another month, maybe longer, it wouldn't actually be good for me.

"Admit it, you love us, you'd miss us."

"I admit nothing," but he was right, I would. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess that's what everyone is doing, trying not to think about it all too much but, while the thought of having a month at home, in peace and quiet sounded like a dream, I wouldn't actually want it.

"You're back!" Alan yelled, cannonballing onto the sofa from parts unknown.

"I guess so," I conceded, trying not to melt when he squished up beside me and stole the chocolate I'd been eating.

"Do you mind?" I asked, purely because I felt I had to, not for any real need to tell him off.

"Nope," he grinned, popping the bounty in his mouth.

"Wait, that's…coconut," I trailed off as he gagged, looking for somewhere to spit it out. I handed him a tissue from my bag and he gratefully emptied his mouth.

"This is going to be hell, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular.

"Probably," Scott agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "But at least we'll all be together."

"Joy," I muttered but I did hug him back.

"Are you going to keep a diary this time, too?" Alan asked, having recovered a bit.

"I might," I hedged, not telling him that I'd started yesterday. "But I'm not doing it alone this time, you're all going to help me. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed.

Gradually a few more wandered in, mostly to pick through my luggage like the vulture that they are, knowing that this time I had been wise enough to bring the contents of my fridge and half my cupboards with me.

Gordon yoinked my pringles, Alan took my milkshake, Virgil helped himself to my chocolate chip cookies.

"Hi," the normally beloved voice said behind me.

I didn't turn around. "I blame you for the fact that I'm here again, you know that, right?"

"Yep," John dropped down beside me on the couch, lifting his arm for me to snuggle under.

"Cuddles will not make up for this betrayal," I warned him, not that it stopped me from taking advantage of it. Any Tracy in a storm and all that, plus this one might be the best, though I am slightly biased.

"We appreciate your sacrifice," he told me solemnly. "And to show our appreciation, we organised a little something."

"You did?" Did I sound sceptical? I believe I did.

"We did!" Alan joined in. "We did some research and found that it's traditional to eat baked potatoes and chilli tonight."

"It is?" I frowned, wracking my brains as to what the heck he was talking about. I was also slightly worried about who had done the cooking.

"Yes," John got up, dragging me to my feet and propelled me towards the windows. He nodded to Virgil, who messaged Brains, saying something I couldn't hear.

As one, all the other idiots surrounded us, all looking up, heads tipped back expectantly, like baby birds awaiting food.

"What are we doing?" I asked, completely confused.

"It's November 5th," Scott answered. "Remember, remember the 5th of November."

Oooooh. I didn't have time to answer as the first rocket shot up into the air, exploding in a burst of colour and sound, lighting up the dark night sky...

#thunderbirds in isolation #thunderbirds are go #isolation island #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds #witch #thunderbirds fanfiction

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siodymph · 7 years

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Disney Femslash Day 5

For today’s prompt “cuddling”, I decided to write about Honey Lemon and Gogo calming down after an intense mission with the Big Hero 6. Enjoy!

(And just a quick reminder, I am still taking requests for this fan week! Till July 12th! I’ve already gotten a few and will begin publishing them for Day 7’s prompt “Free Day!”. So If you’ve made a request you can expect to see those soon!)

You can read this story under the cut or over on my AO3!

word count: 1503

Every part of Gogo’s body felt sore. Parts she didn’t even know she could strain felt bruised. But at least San Fransokyo was safe once again.

Today some weirdo came into the city with unheard tech he’d reverse engineered himself. Claimed he found it on a deserted volcanic island where a super villain lived years ago. He tried to use his giant robots and energetic prison fields to force everyone in the city into submission. And like every threat that came to town the Big Hero 6 came out of hiding to put an end to him and his takeover.

But today’s fight had been much harder than any they’d had in a while. It’d thrown the team off their game, especially Gogo, who’d gotten used to winning fights so easy. A cold slap in the face for the team, the reminder that even thought they were awesome together, they still weren’t the smartest out in the field and they didn’t have the absolute best tech by default.

In the end they had saved the day. But it came at a price in collateral damage, hurt bodies, as well as hurt egos.

Remembering the fight now still made her want to grind her teeth. They’d all gotten sloppy, herself included. And when the colossal omnidroids came crashing into the city none of them had been fully prepared. Learning intelligence that would observe a threat around them and simultaneously calculate a sure-fire way to illuminate said threat. They were created to be unstoppable. Gogo had to admit that while their design was a bit outdated the concept behind them was impressive. It just wasn’t that admirable when it was being used to take-over the city and destroy everyone.

At one point during the fight, Gogo thought she finally found a weak spot on the indestructible things. Directly underneath tem where they couldn’t shoot. But them the omnidroid had buckled its legs to crush her into a pulp. If her girlfriend hadn’t been there to make one of her instant-barrier-bubbles she would have been crushed.

And that thought did not sit easily with Gogo. She’d narrowly escaped danger many times. But today was probably the first times she literally had a brush with death. She could have actually died.

Eventually the team had found the real weak spot on the omnidroids. With Baymax 2.0 acting as a shield, Wasabi was able to cut off the head of the robot and destroy the thing from the inside out. Once all the robots had been destroyed and the wack-job caught and handed over to the police, the city began to put itself back together. The team retreated back to Fred’s place to lick their wounds and recover. Also to go into temporary hiding from the authorities for all the collateral damage done to the water-front district of San Fransokyo.

Gogo and Honey Lemon had taken over one of the guest suites, completely claimed it as their own for the day. First thing Gogo had done was use the top-of-the-line bath tub to ice her shoulders, shins and knees which had felt like they were burning after their mission. It was an old practice she’d taken up back when she did track and field in high school. She let the icy waters prick at her skin and soothed her muscles. And tried to regulate her breathing. Just in and out, a constant repetitive motion. By the time she was done, she felt much less tense and hurt then first stepping into the mansion. But standing still for so long also let the exhaustion she’d tried to ignore before really kick in. And as she stepped out of the bathroom, the only thing left on her mind was diving face first into one of Fred’s ridiculous, million-dollar beds and passing out for a few years.

Honey Lemon must have been thinking along the same lines because when Gogo stepped out of the bathroom she saw her girlfriend bundled up in a nest of quilts and pillows. Both her wrists were wrapped tightly, she’d sprained both of them today when a robot had shot at her while she tried to make her chem-balls. And her whole body seemed worn as she sank into the luxury bed.

Gogo crawled up onto the bed and settled behind her. “You ok?” She asked, reaching her arms around the two of them but not hugging her quiet yet.

Sometimes her girlfriend preferred to be the big soon, but seeing how her hands were in bandages Gogo didn’t want her to hurt herself on accident. But Honey Lemon didn’t move to stop her so Gogo took that as an ok sign and hugged her. Trying to be careful of all the scrapes and bruises she knew were probably all over Honey too. She didn’t say anything. But Gogo knew she was still awake, her eyes had followed her when she’d stepped into bed. Plus her breathing still hadn’t calmed down to something more cathartic.

She tried again, trying to gently nudge her girlfriend. “Honey? Babe, you alright?”

Honey took a deep breath that almost shook Gogo’s arms off her. But then she finally answered quietly. “Mmhmm. You ice your legs?”

“Yeah, feels a lot better now.” Gogo tapped her still icy feet against Honey’s but she had no reaction. She simply pressed her feet that had been snuggled in blankets against hers, trying to warm them up. It reminded Gogo of how whenever her hands got cold Honey would kiss them and hold them between hers. And despite how cruddy she felt it made her smile. “What about you?”

“Not good. But I’ll be fine.”

Gogo thought that might be the end of it. But then she took another grounding breath and continued.

“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about it. All the people who got hurt. They got hurt because of us Gogo. We made a promise to keep the city safe and we broke it today.”

“I know.” Gogo agreed. They were supposed to be better than this. But she the haunted tone in Honey Lemon’s voice scared her. Even if she was having similar thoughts Gogo hated to think of how much her girlfriend was hurting too.

“We’re supposed to handle these sorts of things. But today we couldn’t. We said we were heroes. But-“

“We’re still heroes, Honey.” Gogo cut in, trying to stop her girlfriend’s negative train of thought. “You’re a good person. You always will be.”

“Being good means nothing if everyone gets hurt because of you.” She replied bitterly.

“Did you reverse engineer an army of death-bots?”

“… No?” Honey Lemon said, sighing.

“Did you try to destroy the city and take over the world?”

“No… I know where you’re going with this Gogo. But it doesn’t excuse me not being able to do my job right. Did you see how many building got destroyed? All those people are out of work now! Not to mention the civilians who got hurt. And you!” Honey Lemon sounded more frantic as she spoke. Worry weighing down her voice. “…What if I hadn’t been there to save you?”

“But you were. You were there and you saved me.” Gogo said, trying not to think about the circumstance herself. She squeezed her girlfriend a little tighter. “I’m alright. I’m right here.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about it. That was far to close. We were all far to close to failing. Imagine if we hadn’t found their weak spot?”

“Then imagine if we hadn’t shown up at all.” Gogo snapped back, she was starting to lose some patience. “Imagine if we all sat back and expected someone else to do what we do? You can’t because that’s not the type of people we are, Honey. It’s not the type of person you are. When you see someone in trouble you do something about it. That’s what good people do, and that’s what we did.”

Gogo couldn’t help but see her words reflecting herself but she kept talking regardless, after pressing a light kiss to her girlfriend’s neck. “Look, I know today sucked. I hate myself for how it went down! But for now we’re all San Fransokyo has. And at the end of the day the only thing we can possibly give is our best. Our best effort, our best strategy. We can only give it our best shot. And you do Honey, every day we go to school or go to the streets you do your best.”

“Thank you. But can we stop talking about this for now. I kinda want to turn my brain off for a few hours.”

“Can do.” Gogo replied. Peppering a few more kisses onto Honey’s neck as they both settled down and tried to actually sleep. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Honey Lemon said back, her voice heavy with sleep.

And hugging her tight, Gogo let her eyes shut and tried to stop the wild mess of thoughts still going through her head.

#disney femslash week #disney femslash #day 5 #gogo tomago/honey lemon #honey lemon/gogo tomago #cuddling

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wordsbetweenthelines · 4 years

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hey there self

today was saturday

you spent all morning in bed, snuggling the cat

then got a shower

and left for grandma’s

things that went wrong with the car ride:

light was Too Much, hurt the eyeballs, no sunglasses, no eyemask

stopped at tv store. sound was too much too

car sick!! what the fuck!!

you remember this happened when you went up for easter too.

things that helped:

hid under mom’s coat

took a nap

and the angle of lying meant could put on headphones too

but this did mean you drooled all over mom’s coat, which was both undignified and unfortunate

but at least you felt better when you woke up! and didn’t have ongoing headache/nausea/eye strain/whatever the fuck your body was doing once you got to grandma’s, which it definitely lingered on easter.

but also you still couldn’t read or be on your phone in the car, which is Rude

but you had a wonderful time visiting with family! (even when the one cousin was all “why can’t we have song of the south” you could commiserate with uncle b like “’cause it’s racist”)

but also you spent like two hours tatting the dratted coaster, and between tedium of tatting over threads and mistakes and troubleshooting mistakes and trying to undo them and trying to fix them and what the fuck even is supposed to happen here how do make it work and thread snapping, you only finished with 12 stitches progress, and a burning desire to set the fucking thing on fire

and you still have one more ring to go, and you still don’t know how to do the mysteriously hellacious join

on the drive home, you managed to stay upright and awake. it helps that it was dark, and the sun wasn’t strobing through the trees at you.

(also mom got pulled over for speeding, and the cop was shining his flashlight in the back at you and you were Deeply Suspicious of his apparent snooping. and dad was like “he’s just going to let you off with a warning, you can probably just go ahead and go” and you were like “do you want us to get shot? ‘cause we’re white, but also he might think that PEELING AWAY FROM A TRAFFIC STOP means we have something to hid and could shoot us” so, uh, you don’t really trust dad’s judgement about cop safety)

when you got home, rosy was snuggling the dogs, so you chatted until inadvisably late. and she tried to act like “buying a birthday present” and “paying for services rendered” are inexcusable crimes! unbelievable.

tomorrow

wake up

new pills

clothes

teeth

breakfast

put the laundry away!!

unload dishwasher

try to sew a thing

OKAY BUT PUT ACTUAL FOCUSED WORK INTO RESEARCHING HOW TO DO THE DEVIL JOIN

and then tat it

help make dinner

overmorrow

pet store

wrap things

overovermorrow

dot’s birthday

wrap things

overoverovermorrow

xmas

grandma’s!

overoveroverovermorrow

xmas 2.0

aunt n, cousins n and e over

this is the day the presents actually must be ready

#bad brains sabbatical

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