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thecursedanon · 10 months ago

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Amusement Park Shenanigans

Alternate title: Never agree to go to an amusement park w/ Gojo. Characters: Switch!Yuji, Lee!Nanami(technically switch!Nanami, but only briefly.) Ler!Gojo, Megumi, Nobara. (brief mentions of Shoko, Suguru and Haibara.) Genre: Fluff (also some hurt/comfort if you squint enough at certain points) Word count: 6388 Description: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos. Part 2: (click here)

It was a comfortable day, the weather was beginning to cool down as they just entered into fall. The leaves began to change into varying shades of amber or red, and everyone seemed a bit more light and cheerful at the beauty of the changing season.

Well… not quite everyone…

You may not be very light or cheerful if you were stuck at an amusement park chaperoning a gaggle of students.

“Can we leave now?”

“Aw come on, Nanami,” Gojo pouted. “Lighten up! We're at an amusement park, you mean to tell me you're not having any fun?”

Or if you were Kento Nanami.

“Not in the slightest.” He retorted, still unsure just how he ended up accompanying them to begin with. It’s entirely possible Satoru had suggested he tag along and rather than argue with him, which would require paying attention, he half listened and just agreed to whatever childish assertion he had made.

Satoru grinned at his friend’s discontentment. “Where's your sense of childlike adventure and amazement?? Just look at Yuji, he's having fun.”

The white haired teacher gestured to Yuji, who was currently stumbling around the park like a baby giraffe learning to walk, evidently dizzy from one too many go-arounds on the rollercoaster they just returned from.

They had stopped in an out of the way area of the park so that the boy could recover… which evidently wasn’t going well.

The pink haired teen eventually lost his fight with gravity and fell over, if this had been a cartoon you probably could have seen stars circling around his head.

“See? Childlike amazement.”

Yuji gave a grin to the others, a dazed look on his face. “I'm having so much fun!! Just tell me when the ride is over!”

Nanami gives the boy a silent look of concern as he sighs.

“Alright alright, take five, ya finger eating freak.” Gojo laughed and bent down to pat the pinkette on the head. “But hey, don't just take Itadori’s word for it--” Suddenly Gojo was beside Nanami, whispering to him. “Because the kid is a little… strange.”

The next moment, Gojo was beside Megumi, who had a bright pink sakura flower balloon tied to his wrist and looked as though he was being held there against his will. “Megumi, you're having fun with your beloved sensei's, right?”

Megumi grunted in annoyance. “Somehow this is worse than that time you rented a bouncy house when I was ten…”

“Hey, kids love bouncy houses!” Gojo argued.

“Too bad it wasn't for them.” The edgy teen sighed, recalling what was apparently a painful memory for him.

Satoru pouted, pinching his emo son’s side, producing an uncharacteristic yip from the boy. “You can't argue that it wasn't a totally fun Friday night!”

“Fine… allow me to rephrase my question.” Nanami readjusted his sunglasses with a sigh, not bothering to cover up his annoyance with being dragged to a place full of people on one of his mythical days off. “Can I leave now?”

“Haaaah?? Why would you want to leave???” Gojo reacted as though he'd just witnessed a terrible accident in slow motion… kind of like Megumi recalling the bounce house incident . “This is family bonding day! And last time I checked you're still part of this family-- whether you like it or not!!” he quickly added at the end, sensing Nanami was about to deny it.

Nanami glanced at the group of kids they were chaperoning. “You know I hate amusement parks.” He said, this time quieter so only Satoru could hear him.

Gojo blinked in confusion from behind his sunglasses as he tried to pull a lost sequence from his memory. Did he know that? Now that he mentions it… he did recall something about an amusement park… but what?

While Satoru was silent (for once), Nanami took this as his chance to really try to convince him. “And besides… I doubt the kids would even notice I'm gone.”

Satoru stared blankly at the blonde, still attempting to force the two remaining neurons that weren’t focused on being a menace to spark the memory that was just evading his grasp… Can you hear the dial up tone?

“Hey… that’s not true!” Yuji interjected, pulling himself together as he stumbled towards his father figure. “I’d notice you were gone.”

Nanami’s face softened as he looked at Yuji. “Itadori… wouldn’t you have more fun running around with your friends? I’ll just slow you all down.” he responded, his tone less harsh than before.

“No way, I won’t have nearly as much fun without you here.” He frowned, hitting Nanami with one of the classics… the puppy dog eyes. (dun dun dunnnn)

“Y-Yuji.” Kento warned, shifting his gaze uncomfortably away from his student but no matter where he looked there Yuji was… leaning more and more into the act.

“OH! I remember now!” Gojo said suddenly, inadvertently startling Yuji and causing him to fall over, evidently still not fully recovered from all the roller coaster rides.

Nanami flinched inwardly as Gojo leaned closer to him. “What?”

“Come on, Kento… how can you say no to that sweet boy? He looks like he’s about to cry…” The chaotic teacher cooed at Yuji as he resumed his puppy dog eyes… from his new spot sitting on the ground.

Nanami huffed, turning away again as he crossed his arms. “Itadori… Just because that works on Megumi and Gojo doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me..”

“How hurtful! I think you owe us an apology for being so grumpy…” Satoru mused, winking at Yuji as if to tell him to follow his lead.

“I am not apologizing to you…” Kento grumbled, briefly shooting a glare to the white haired man.

“No? Be reeeeeally sure about that before you respond.” Gojo warned the blonde teacher.

“I said no.”

Satoru sighed softly with an almost threatening grin on his face, slowly slipping his sunglasses off and attaching them to his shirt collar. “I didn’t want to do this… but you leave me no choice.”

Nanami scoffed and turned back around to face him, upon locking eyes with the older man, he felt a familiar wave of panic flood over him. “Satoru…” Panic he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Gojo grinned even more as he rolled up his sleeves, approaching him slowly. “Yes, Kento?”

“Wh-What are you doing…?”

Kento mentally swore at himself for backing away from Satoru, he should be standing his ground right now… but that look… he recognized that look a little too well. And he didn't like it… (or did he?)

“Well, since you’re being such a grump I figured I’d fix your attitude for you.” Gojo hummed, a predatory glimmer in his eyes as he began to close the gap between them, raising his hands. “A few pokes here, a few squeezes there… and a whole bunch of tickles right there and voila! Good as new! One happy giggly Nanami ready to spend time with us without much complaint!”

Nanami’s eyes widened as he felt the color drain from his face. “Satoru… I will end you if you do this in front of the students.” he hissed as he began to back away again.

“What students? They’ve all scampered off… well, except for that kiddo right there.”

As if on cue, Itadori hooked his arms around Nanami from behind, grinning at the soft gasp he received. “What's wrong, Sensei? You look a little nervous…” the teen grinned.

“Itadori,” Nanami struggled in his hold to no avail, Yuji was using all of his strength to contain the stoic teacher in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides to stop him from breaking free. “if you don't let me go right now, so help me…”

“Threatening the students now, Nanami??” Gojo gasped melodramatically, slowly reaching his hands forward towards his squirming torso. “I'm shocked! Now I really have no choice but to adjust your attitude~”

Kento paused, his eyes catching sight of the slightly wiggling fingers that were inching closer. He felt another wave of panic rush over him, but attempted to not let it show, steeling his face as he forced himself to look away from Satoru. “Yuji… please let me go. I'm sorry for upsetting you.” He tried his hand at reasoning with the student as a last resort.

Unfortunately, he didn't receive any support there either. Yuji smiled, angling his head upwards to rest his chin on the back of Nanami’s shoulder. “There's no need to be sorry… I know crowds aren't really your scene.” He sympathized. “But… I did mean what I said. I do want you here… so I'm sorry for ambushing you like this.”

“Oh, so you can apologize to him, but not me??”

“Of course I can, I actually care about him.” Nanami retorted dryly, despite his impending doom.

Satoru gasped, his eyes dancing with amusement. He leaned in closer, speaking in a quieter tone. “You know, Nanami… if you wanted to be smothered with tickles so badly, all you had to do was ask~”

Satoru leaned back, allowing his teasing words to sink in for full effect before cracking his knuckles dramatically. “Alright Itadori, make sure to hold him niiiice and still for me, okay? Our dear sweet Nanami here turns into a wiggle-worm when he gets laughing.” he grinned as Yuji nodded in support, tightening his arms around him, but not so much so that it caused him any real discomfort.

“Both of you… this is ridiculous.” Nanami sighed, hoping if he didn't give the reaction he was looking for hoping that he'd grow bored quickly and go back to whining… as much as Kento hated his incessant whining. “Can you both stop being so chi--” he promptly stopped mid sentence as he felt Satoru grab his sides, lightly fluttering his grip.

“I'm sorry, what was that Nanami?” Gojo grinned. “I didn't quite catch that… what should we stop being?”

Kento took a subtle steadying breath, locking eyes with his tormenter with a blank look on his face. He didn't even dare to so much as flinch when Gojo touched him.

“As I was saying… can you both stop being so childish?” He answered calmly, outwardly unfazed by the maddeningly light teasing touches Satoru was administering to his sides.

Inwardly though… he was struggling to maintain his composure, trying desperately not to show any signs of weakness despite how god awfully, completely and utterly ticklish it felt...

“Childish? Nanami… there's nothing wrong with a little tickling, It serves as a great bonding experience!” Satoru said cheerfully, leaning in closer to tease the blonde. “Especially when you're as ticklish as we both know you are…~”

Nanami choked back his retort, focusing his efforts on keeping his icy composure. “Satoru… the last time you… did this- was when we were in school together.” He reminded his colleague, careful with his words so as not to fluster himself any further than he already was inside. “I've long since grown out of that childish sensitivity…”

But unfortunately nothing slips past Satoru and his infamous Six Eyes, the cheeky little bastard.

“Oho, did you now?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at his bold assertion, taking his defiance as a full blown challenge. “Well in that case, you shouldn't mind this then… right?”

He walked his fingers slowly up and down his sides, inching closer to his ribs with each trip up.

Nanami broke eye contact with him in an attempt to not react, feeling flustered at the teasing look in his eyes. “Of course I mind it… I don't like being touched by you.”

Yuji blinked, surprised at his calm and even tone. Had this been him instead of Nanami he would've been on the ground in a heap of giggles by now. “Hmm…”

Gojo knew better though, he knew he was slowly chipping away at his defenses. He could see the subtle cues, feel his muscles twitching. “Yes, Yuji? What ails you, my dear boy?” He asked, glancing over Kento’s shoulder to meet Yuji’s gaze- well, what he could glimpse of it with how the pinkette had his face angled, anyway.

“Maybe he's right,” Itadori said with a note of genuine seriousness. “Maybe he's not ticklish anymore… I know I'd be a mess right now.”

“Well, that's because you're hopelessly ticklish~” Gojo teased his student with a wink, grinning at the flustered look Itadori shot him. “So is Nanami though, maybe even just as bad as you.”

Nanami clenched his jaw in aggravation, barely resisting the urge to blush. “I am not. And stop talking about me like I'm not here!”

“But he's not reacting… not even his breathing is off.” Itadori ignored his teacher's protest, continuing to converse with Satoru.

“Well, Itadori, that's because Nanami here is what we call; ✨stubborn✨, and also shy.” Gojo grinned at his students' newfound curiosity, using this to his advantage as another form of teasing. “He needs some gentle reassurances that it's okay if he gives in to the nice tickly tickles and starts blushing and giggling like a schoolboy.”

“Shut up. I most certainly do not giggle.” Nanami hissed in protest, feeling his face flush.

Whoopsie, that was a big chunk of his facade chipped away, watch your step everyone…

“Aww, see? He's already getting blushy.” Gojo cooed, brushing his fingertips against the bottom of the blonde's ribs. “It's okay, Kento… I don't mind being patient. That cute little laugh of yours is well worth the wait.”

Nanami took a sharp intake of breath, hating the feeling of how each gentle swipe across his ticklish midsection was chipping away at his sanity. “It's not… cute.” He forced out from behind gritted teeth.

Itadori raised an eyebrow, feeling his sensei tremble ever so slightly in his hold. “Does he really have a cute laugh?” He asked, grinning.

“No!”

Gojo laughed at Kento's quick rebuttal. “Yuji, come now, what about Nanami isn't utterly adorable~?” He continued dancing his fingertips lightly across what wasn't blocked off of Kento's ribs. “You know what's reeeeeally adorable about him?”

“What's that?”

“That he can't handle being teased... He gets extra giggly and blushy~” Gojo grinned, leaning in to speak quietly to Yuji, but just loud enough for Kento to still hear. This somehow made the snarky bastard's teases worse.

“Dammit… st-stop it already…!” Nanami huffed, squirming uselessly.

“Naaanami… does this tiiiiickle?” He teased, cooing at him like a damn toddler.

The younger teacher let out a growl of frustration, turning his head to face away from Gojo in a weak attempt to hide his darkening blush. He felt his body beginning to tremble as Gojo completely demolished his defenses.

“Come onnn… let us hear that adorable laugh~” he grinned, deciding to take things up a notch. He honed in on the sensitive spots between his ribs, giving light scratches to the area.

“Stop… I mean it…” he growled, forcing back any embarrassing sounds that may have tried to escape his throat.

“What's this?? Do I see a smile on your face? but I thought you weren't ticklish anymore, Kento. What gives?” Gojo teased, grinning devilishly.

“Maybe he's finally starting to have fun spending time with us.” Yuji grinned. Thanks Yuji… we knew we could count on you to not bully Nanami too.

“Ooo, maybe! Does that mean you're actually going to ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“Not on your life.” Kento hissed, his lips trembling as they formed a panicky smile.

“Aww! You're so mean to me…” Satoru whined, an evil glimmer in his eyes as he stilled his movements. “Fine then, since you're going to be so mean, maybe I'll go for your extra tickly spots… now where were those again…?”

Nanami froze up as he felt Gojo pull a hand back to tap his chin in thought. In the process of doing so, he skimmed his fingertips against Nanami's waist, more specifically along the edge of his stomach. “S-Satoru…”

“Where oh where were those…” Gojo mumbled to himself, unable to keep the grin off of his face as he dropped his other hand, his fingers grazing Nanami's hip. “Oh… I just can't remember… the years are really starting to affect my memory!” He reached up to gently tap Kento's forehead to add emphasis to his words, but on the way up he brushed his fingers lightly against his neck.

Each ‘accidental’ touch, caused Nanami to flinch, the older of the two making sure his victim was well aware he knew exactly where his worst spots were… in his own chaotic Gojo way, of course.

“It’s a shame, really.” Satoru sighed, while he had Nanami distracted and on edge he mouthed a command to Yuji.

The pinkette grinned mischievously, nodding his compliance as Nanami watched his other teacher cautiously.

“But, what can ya do? That's just life… as we get older, we become slower to react.” The white haired man shrugged, making sure both of his hands were perfectly visible as he did so.

And that's when he struck.

Itadori, without moving too much, reached down with a clawed hand and clawed into the spot along his waist that Satoru had sneakily pointed out earlier, having seen that Yuji was paying attention. (For once.)

Nanami gasped sharply, barking out an involuntary laugh. Shock crashing over him. “No, I-Ihihitadohohori!” The dam finally broke, laughter pouring freely from his lips. “Wahahahait!”

Satoru let out a low whistle. “What's this? I thought big scary Nanami wasn't ticklish anymore?” He smirked.

Nanami blushed, unable to stop the laughter that spilled forth. “Gojoho Ihihihi swehehear… I'm gonnahaha kihihihill you!” He threatened, though his words were… less than intimidating to say the least.

“Wow, you were actually right, Gojo.” Yuji chuckled. “His laugh is pretty cute.”

“Itadorihihi Hohohow could youhuhu?!” Kento's complaints about Yuji's betrayal were broken up by his warm, light laughter.

Yuji grinned, moving around with his writhing teacher. “You also weren't kidding, he's really squirmy!”

Gojo smiled at the two of them, his mischief briefly shifted into warmth as he was brought back to a happier time.

Watching Yuji and Nanami now, he sees years of anguish and pain melt away even if just for a moment.

For that moment, Satoru can see a young Nanami being absolutely destroyed with tickles by Haibara, Geto and himself while Shoko shakes her head and giggles at their antics.

It's definitely been far too long.

Gojo blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Geez Yuji, I told you to keep him still.” He chuckled at how Itadori was practically hanging off of Nanami's back as Nanami had managed to double over with laughter.

“Hey, it's a lot harder than it looks!” Yuji laughed, his fingers dancing relentlessly along the side of his stomach.

“You have superhuman strength and can call on the power of the king of curses… and this is difficult for you?”

“Listen--” Yuji laughed again. “I can be strong all I want, but there's only so much I can do without any help!”

“Surprisingly wise words from you, Itadori.” Gojo grinned mischievously. “Alright alright, I'll help.”

He reached forward, grabbing a hold of Nanami whilst simultaneously administering some quick sneaky tickles to Itadori.

“Hehehey! Do you want mehe to fall?!” Yuji complained, trying to shift away from Gojo's soft pokes and scribbles while keeping his balance.

“Ehh… you've already fallen twice today… What's a third time?” He grinned, tickling Itadori’s neck with one hand, and targeting Nanami's hip with the other.

“Nohoho! Sahahatoru gehehet away!” Nanami laughed, trying desperately to escape the two tickle monsters he had attached to him.

Itadori let out a childish squeal as he flailed, finally falling off of Nanami’s back. He still had a partial grip on his mentor and ended up pulling him to the ground with him.

Gojo laughed, releasing both of them from his tickly hold.

Nanami had managed to twist around, catching Itadori and breaking his fall with his arm.

Itadori giggled softly as he recovered from the tickles. He felt Nanami carefully press his hand into the back of his neck, then his shoulder, then brush against the back of his head silently assessing the teen making sure he wasn't hurt.

Had it been Gojo who had fallen with him, he wouldn't have cared, and not bothered trying to break his fall. But since it was Itadori- he didn't want him to get hurt.

Once he determined Yuji was okay his body went limp, resting back against the ground while he focused on steadying his breathing.

“Thanks a lot, Gojo…” Yuji huffed, a smile still etched on his face.

“To be fair, I didn't say who I was helping...” Gojo teased, kneeling down beside the teen.

Kento huffed indignantly, his arms tightly wrapped around his middle as he caught his breath. “You're both terrible…”

Satoru turned his gaze to Nanami, an evil smile on his lips. “Oh, Kento… you didn't honestly think I was done with you yet, did you?” His blue eyes sparkled with a predatory glimmer as he launched himself onto the blonde, thanks to limitless Nanami wasn’t able to put up much fight.

“Really?” Nanami glared up at him, his sunglasses long since fallen off his face from all his struggling earlier.

Satoru smiled triumphantly from his spot on Nanami’s thighs.

“You can’t even take me on without the use of your stupid limitless ability?” The stern teacher asked dryly, knowing any struggling his did would be pointless. He wasn’t going anywhere as long as Satoru kept limitless active.

“I thought I’d save us some time… we both know I was gonna overpower you anyways.” Gojo grinned, leaning down and draping his body lazily across Nanami’s to keep him more securely in place, and in doing so he was able to murmur teases into his ear. “All I’d have to do to get the upper hand is…”

He grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hip and began squeezing them relentlessly. “This…”

Nanami gasped sharply, unable to grab the offending hands because again, limitless. “Sahahatoru! D-Dahahahammit stop!”

“Or this…” Satoru shifted his hands upwards, scribbling his blunt nails against the sides of his stomach over his shirt, drawing even louder laughter from the blonde. The fact he could barely move to protect himself made it so much worse.

“Or… this.” Gojo grinned, pressing his lips to his neck and blowing a raspberry against it whilst administering gentle scritches.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT!” Poor Nanami couldn’t even arch his back with Gojo a firm weight against him.

“I think you should’ve just rode the ferris wheel with me.” Satoru teased, blowing another raspberry.

“EHEHEHENouGH Alreheheheady! Ahahahaha!”

“I thought you didn’t giggle, Nanami sensei.” Yuji grinned in amusement, sneaking in some teasing pokes to what he could access of Nanami’s ribs.

Gojo grinned, angling his body in a way that the pinkette had more access the right side of his body while still keeping him firmly held down.

“You didn’t seriously-” small raspberry. “--believe him over me-” slightly bigger raspberry. “--did you?” BIIIIIG raspberry, followed by what Kento would firmly deny was a squeal. Because if he doesn't giggle, then he CERTAINLY doesn’t squeal.

Itadori giggled at his reactions, scooting closer to scribble his fingers up and down the side of his ribcage. “No, but I also didn’t have a basis to doubt Nanami either.”

“Oh yes you did.” Gojo laughed, pulling his face away from the blonde’s neck to glance at Itadori. “You had to know he was lying the minute he denied being ticklish still.”

Well fine… If he can’t get Satoru then… “Ihihihi-- I thohohohught Ihi told you tohoho stahap talking about mehehe like I’m not here!” Kento shot his hand out, grabbing hold of Yuji’s side and giving it fluttery squeezes, drawing surprised laughter from the student.

“Aieee! Hehehehehey! Hohohohow are you moving?! Stahahap that!” Yuji squealed as Kento latched onto his ribs next. “Gohohohohojo hehehehelp!”

“Nahhh… You’re a big boy… you can deal with him yourself.” Satoru grinned, alternating between his hip and stomach side with gentle scratches. “It’ll be a good training exercise for you… let me juuust… piss him off a little more for ya~”

“Gohohohohojo!”

“Sahahahahtoru, I swehehehear to god!”

Satoru ignored both of their protests, pushing his shirt up so he could attack his exposed skin directly. “So If my memory serves correctly, your ticklish spots are as follows,” he grinned, sitting upright. “Hips, Neck, this cute spot here~” he emphasized by fluttering his fingers briefly against his stomach sides. “Ribs are decently tickly… Am I missing anything, Nanami? Am I hitting all the nice tickly spots?”

“S-Satoru… dohon’t.”

“Don’t what? I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I mean it…”

Satoru grinned. “But Kento, I promised to smother you with tickles… and I wouldn’t wanna disappoint you. So come on, answer my question~”

“Go to hell.” He hissed in response.

Gojo’s grin widened. Welp, nice knowing ya, Nanami.

“On second thought, maybe I will help you, Itadori.” He reached out and grabbed Nanami’s wrist and yanked it away from the pinkette, pinning it above his head quickly and firmly. In a flash, he snatched his other hand and pinned it above his head as well.

Yuji fell back with his arms around his midsection, giggling softly as he panted from the after tickles.

“Gojo, let me go right now.” Kento growled.

Satoru leaned down, grinning that evil grin at him. “Do you really think you're in a position to give me orders?”

“What are you… no… don’t you dare-- nononono!”

Gojo leaned down further, pressing his lips against Kento's exposed stomach and blowing a giant raspberry against it, eliciting an honest to god shriek in response.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT!” He let out another shriek as the arrogant teacher dispensed yet another devastating raspberry against his toned abdomen.

Yuji sat up, stunned by the sound of his loud laughter. “Holy shit, Gojo don’t kill him!”

The teacher in question grinned, placing another raspberry against a different spot on his stomach. “Jealous, kid? Don’t worry, I have plenty of tickles to go around.” He winked at the pink haired student, who giggled nervously and wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously.

“GOHOHOHOHJO STAHAHAHAHAHAAP!” Nanami pressed out between deep belly laughs, his face flushed and his eyes tightly shut.

“Aww, but why when you’re having so much fun?” Gojo teased, placing another raspberry. “I remember this used to be your favorite~”

“I SWEHEHEHEHEAR TO GAHAHAHAD, I WIHIHIHILL EHEHEHEND YOU!”

“Man, you’ve definitely gotten more stubborn and resilient… usually by now you would’ve been apologizing profusely and crying with laughter while begging me to stop.” Gojo chuckled, pausing his ruthless onslaught. “Or maybe…”

He leaned back to admire his handiwork, Kento a breathless blushing mess beneath him. “Maybe you don’t really want me to stop…” his grin widened when he saw Nanami open his eyes and attempt to glare at him.

“W-Why would… you possibly think that… i…” He gasped out softly, still attempting to catch his breath.

“Well… why else would you be so grumpy and resistant this whole time unless you wanted to egg me on?”

“To be fair… he is normally like this.” Yuji pointed out.

Satoru shifted so that he could hold both of Nanami’s arms down with one hand, using his newly freed hand to administer swift tickles to Itadori’s side. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on anyway???”

Yuji squealed and recoiled sharply from Gojo’s skilled fingers. “Ihihi wahahas just being hohohonest!”

“And now you’ve distracted me and given him time to think out his response,” Satoru huffed. “You’re definitely gonna get it later, now.”

Itadori squeaked, wrapping himself back up with his arms.

“Well Kento? I’m waiting, why are you egging it on if you don’t like it?” The older teacher turned his attention back to the now less breathless blonde, thanks to the intermission brought to you by Itadori and his big fat mouth.

“Because I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of breaking, that’s why.” He retorted, his face less flushed than previously.

“Ehh! wrong!” Satoru unleashed another tickle attack, his fingers scribbling all across his neck. “Try again!”

“Sahahahahatoru Stahahap!”

“Not until you admit it.” Gojo smirked.

“Ahahahadmit whahahahat?”

“Admit you missed being wrecked, ya big softie!” He cooed, tracing his fingers along each rib.

“I dihihihihidn’t!” Nanami yelped, squirming as much as he could under his colleague’s technique.

“Wrong again. Itadori, be a peach and come help me, won’t you? It seems Nanami requires more reassurance.”

“Ihihihitadori dohohohon’t!”

“You’re not going to tickle me again, are you?” Itadori asked carefully, eyeing his teacher suspiciously.

“I will if you don’t get your ass over here In the next five seconds.” he responded, an evil glimmer in his eyes.

Itadori let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper as he quickly shuffled over.

“Gojo, Itadori… don’t even--” His protest was interrupted by another shriek as Gojo blew a massive raspberry against his stomach side.

He released Nanami’s wrists, which Yuji instantly snatched up and pinned down. Gojo used his newly freed hands to drill his thumbs into Kento’s hips as he continued his torturous trail of raspberries and tickly death along his stomach area.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHATORU DOHOHOHOHNT!”

“You know how to make it stop, Nanami~” Gojo hummed, administering another devastatingly massive raspberry against the side of his stomach.

“JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAHAIT UNTIL I GEHEHET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHITCH!” The usually stoic teacher threatened between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

Yuji snickered quietly. “He’s definitely stubborn...” the pink haired teen grinned, shifting so that he could pin Nanami’s hands down with his knee. “Let me take a crack at it!”

He began to claw at his mentors exposed ribcage, his fingers gentle but quick as they expertly sought out sensitive spots. “Nanami~ Does this tiiiiickle?” Yuji teased.

“IHIHIHITADORI! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OFF! STAHAHAP HELPING HIM!”

Gojo chuckled, pausing his attack to glance up at Itadori. “You’re getting pretty good at this, I’ve taught you well~”

Yuji grinned at the praise from Satoru. “Heh… thanks. I’m just doing what tickles really bad from my own experience.”

The pinkette noticed the higher he moved up Nanami’s ribs, the more he struggled. “Gojo… are you sure those were all of Nanami’s ticklish spots you named off earlier…?”

“Hmmmm? Think I missed a spot?” Satoru played along, grinning that cheshire grin at his student. “It’s entirely possible… he never did confirm or deny if I named ‘em all.”

“Nanami?” Yuji looked down as he stilled his hands, allowing his teacher to attempt to catch his breath. “Did he miss a spot?” he asked innocently, but that smile on his face was anything but.

“I swehehear to god…” He panted. “Whehen I get my hands on you…”

“Now Nanami… that doesn’t sound like an answer to his question~” Gojo grinned, prodding his stomach side and producing a small yelp.

“It’s okay, Gojo.” Yuji responded with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll find out for myself.”

Then he struck. Digging mercilessly wiggling fingers into his armpits.

And boy, did Nanami absolutely lose it. Any semblance of composure? Yeah no, gone, we don’t know her.

Much like Yuji isn’t going to know peace when Nanami gets his hands on him. Rip Yuji lol.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He absolutely howled with laughter, struggling with all his might to break free. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!”

“WHOA! Gojo you didn’t just miss a ticklish spot, you missed the ticklish spot!” Yuji found himself laughing along with his mentor in amusement.

“It looks that way,” Satoru smiled, shaking his head. “So, Kento? Anything you wanna say?”

He grinned, leaning down and placing his elbows on either side of the hysterical blonde, resting his face on his hands as he watched him. In doing this, he was almost entirely draped over him again, greatly limiting his movements.

“SAHAHAHATORU I HAHAHAHATE YOU!”

Satoru chuckled, “Not quite… I think what you mean’t to say was, ‘Satoru, I actually love spending time with all of you.’ and ‘I actually like being tickled.’”

Yuji giggled, speeding up his tickles.

“GAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAHAHAHANT… PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He cried with laughter, tears prickling at the corners of his tightly shut eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE YUHUHUHUJI!”

For a moment, Itadori felt a little bad and looked at Gojo, who shook his head. “Trust me, kid… you’re gonna wanna keep going.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” was the blue eyed teacher’s vague and careful response.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter started to become hoarse as he tried to hide his face in his bicep. “OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’LL RIDE THE STUHUHUHUPID FERRIS WHEEL WIHIHITH YOU!”

“Noooo… we’re way past that, the other paaaart.” Satoru reminded teasingly, pinching his side.

“AHAHAHA! FIHIHIHIHINE!! I LIHIHIHIKE SPEHEHEHENDING TIME WITH YOUHUHUHU GUYS!”

“Aaaaand?”

Oh, Gojo was sooooooo going to get it when he got ahold of him.

“What the hell are you guys doing?”

Yuji looked up, grinning upon seeing Megumi standing there; pink balloon and all. “Hey Megu-- ACK!”

Nobara came running out of nowhere and knocked Yuji off of Nanami. “Hey, stop picking on Nanami!” she scolded.

Satoru sighed, grinning. Eh… close enough. He rolled off of Nanami lazily, remaining propped up on his elbows next to him.

“Ow! Jeez Nobara! It’s not like I was hurting him or anything, you didn’t have to knock me over.” He mumbled, sitting up.

“He very clearly was struggling to breathe.” Megumi pointed out, eyeing Satoru. “I’m gonna guess this was your idea?”

“How’d ya know, Gumi?” He asked cheerfully.

“Whenever there’s chaos going on you’re the cause.” The edgy teen pointed out, sitting on the ground with the others to feel included.

“Are you okay, sensei?” Nobara asked, helping Nanami up into a sitting position. “Want me to kick his ass?”

The blonde shook his head, a smile still on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “No… That won’t… be necessary…”

Yuji giggled, leaning over and hugging Nanami. “Sorry I went a little overboard… It was just really nice to see and hear you laugh… I hope you’re not too mad at me.”

Nanami sighed as he (mostly) caught his breath, he reached up and hooked his arm around Yuji’s shoulders, cupping the back of his head as he pulled him closer into the hug. “I’m not mad… embarrassed, but not mad…”

“Why are you embarrassed?” Yuji pulled back slightly to look up at him, confused.

Nanami retorted with a ‘You’re joking, right?’ expression on his face.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, we all goof around like this all the time.” Itadori grinned, beaming up at Megumi, who quickly looked away to avoid blushing at the implication. He then turned his gaze to Nobara, who also looked away with a casual whistle.

“He’s right,” Satoru chimed in, sitting upright. “It just means we really like you when we pick on you like this.” Yuji nodded in agreement.

“You could like me a little less.” Kento muttered.

“You rested enough to chase down Itadori?” Satoru asked, grinning.

“Not quite…”

“Why would he chase me down?” Yuji pulled away from Nanami, eyeing the stern teacher carefully.

“Ohhh… I forgot to tell you.” Gojo grinned more. “Yeah, there’s a reason I ‘forgot’ his worst spot… It’s because he absolutely destroys anyone who targets it as retaliation.”

Yuji squeaked, noticing the evil glimmer in Nanami’s eyes.

“Yeahhh… Let’s just say ratio can be used for more than pain… Suguru and I learned that one the hard way.” He snickered at the terrified look on Itadori’s face.

“Y-You set me up!”

“I did nothing of the sort, you’re the one who decided to try that spot.” Satoru grinned. “I’d probably start running if I were you… the more tired he is the more head start you have, and since you’ve wasted so much time letting him recover… I’d say you have about a minute to get as far as humanly possible before he hunts you down.”

Yuji yelped and sprung up, taking Gojo’s advice and running away, causing the others to laugh.

“Hey, Megumi, where’d your balloon go?” Nobara asked.

Megumi smirked and shrugged. “Beats me…”

Nanami was about to get up and go after the pinkette when Gojo leaned forward, hugging his colleague, causing him to tense up. “I’m sorry, Kento… I forgot you used to go to the amusement park with Haibara on the weekends…” he whispered. “But I think he would still want you to go out and have fun… I know Suguru would want that for me.”

Nanami untensed, frowning as he thought about his deceased best friend. He hugged him back hesitantly. “I miss him… a lot…”

“I know… I do too.”

After a moment they let go. “Hey Satoru…?”

“Yea?”

“...Thanks…” He looked away as he quietly continued. “I… needed that.”

Gojo grinned. “Anytime, buddy~”

Nanami looked around curiously. “Now then, which way did Itadori go? I need to have a talk with him…”

“He went that way.” Nobara pointed off in a direction.

“He should be pretty easy to spot,” Megumi said casually, sipping his drink. “Just look for the person running frantically with a pink sakura balloon attached to his belt.”

Nanami smirked, nodding his thanks as he got up and took off after the pink haired teen.

“I so wanna see this…” Nobara giggled, getting up too. “You coming, Megumi?”

The raven haired teen shook his head, to which Nobara shrugged at and went running after them. “Nanami sensei, wait up! I wanna help!!”

Satoru chuckled and shook his head before turning to address his adopted son. “Did ya have fun today, kiddo?” he asked as he ruffled his dark hair.

Megumi grunted in response.

A shriek nearby distracted them momentarily, causing them both to laugh. Evidently Yuji had been caught.

“I’ve had worse days.” The teen answered, standing up with his parental figure.

Gojo grinned, his face brightening as he threw his arm around his edgy emo son’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they began walking. He knew that was Fushiguro for; ‘Yes dad, I had a wonderful time today.’

“Good. Now then… let’s go get some snacks or something, I saw they were selling cotton candy as big as your head at one of these stalls…”

“I'd be more impressed if they had cotton candy the size of your mouth.”

#jjk tickle #jujutsu kaisen tickle #sfw tickling community #tword community #tickle content #tickle fanfic #Lee!Nanami #Ler!Gojo #Switch!Yuji #Lee!Nanami my beloved #Gojo being Gojo xD #this started as a joke in my brain #but then i just started coming up with funnier ideas while i was heading home from work #and i was driven by my desire to add to the lee!Nanami population wheeeeee #Gojo is a teasy bastard ler and you can't convince me otherwise #poor nanami never stood a chance #yuji my sweet summer child...#how easily youre roped into his shenanigans #okay but ratio being used to make ticklish people even more ticklish??? where do i sign???#Suguru and Satoru both being little shits and getting wrecked by ticklish!ratio brings me so much serotonin <3 #megumi is a mood as usual #he's so fed up with everyones shit but still plays along because he likes to be included #whoops how did that balloon get there?#p.s nanami totally didn't mind the tickles bye #I intended to add Inumaki & Maki & even Panda but didn't want to make this even longer #whoopsies...#also rip Yuji #he's probably deceased now that Nanami got ahold of him #Gojo's next lmao #I kept cracking up laughing at the childlike amazement part and i'm not even sorry for it

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Lavender - Ch. 48

You, Joel and Ellie make a home for yourselves in Jackson. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-47 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.2K

Summer, 2024

“You swear I’m not going to sink,” Ellie looked skeptical, waist deep in the lake.

“I promise you’re not gonna sink,” Joel said, smiling a little. “I’ll be right here, not gonna let you drown, Kiddo.”

“So I just, what, fall and the water catches me or what?” She asked. “Because that sounds like bullshit.”

“Come out a little deeper,” Joel stepped back a bit and Ellie hesitated before she obeyed. He arranged himself beside her, one arm behind her back and the other low in the water to help bring her legs up. “Alright, stick one leg straight out and lean back….” She winced as she did it. “Right, now the other one, too. Don’t worry, not gonna let you drown.”

You watched as she rose to floating on her back, her face scrunched tight for a moment before she smiled, eyes opening.

“I’m doing it!” She yelled. “Doc, look!”

“I’m looking!” You shaded your eyes with the book you’d been reading, watching from the shore. “You’re doing great!”

“See?” Joel smiled, standing up straight again, hands on his hips. “Don’t need me out here at all.”

You watched as he showed her how to move her arms and legs while on her back, then helped her move to her front, sweeping her arms forward and pulling herself through the water.

“I can swim!” She called to you. “I can fucking swim!”

You smiled at Joel and he smiled back at you, both of you loving the chance to have Ellie be a child for a change.

Jackson had been good for her. You were all still settling into it in a way. It was strange to think that, a year ago, Ellie hadn’t met Joel and you and Joel were avoiding each other like the plague. Now, you all lived under one roof, together as a family.

You’d overhauled Ellie’s room first. It was girlie, far too girlie for a girl like Ellie. She thought about what she wanted and sheepishly came into the living room one afternoon with a notebook in her hands when you were reading, your head on Joel’s lap.

“Is this dumb?” She asked, holding the notebook out.

“Almost definitely not but let me look,” you said, setting your book on your stomach and taking the notebook from her. It was a mural of the stars, an astronaut floating in space with the Earth a swirl behind them and the long neck of a giraffe reaching into the stars. “In what universe is this dumb? This is awesome!”

“Yeah?” She smiled, leaning over the notebook. “See, I did the astronaut with the kind of space suit that Sally Ride used…”

“Brilliant,” you said. “Let’s do it!”

“Fuck yeah,” she smiled.

Joel made it a point to look for paint when out on patrol and it didn’t take long before you had everything you needed to make it happen. You showed Ellie how to work with the larger space, sketching out the mural in quadrants at first and then starting to paint. It took a few days to finish, the two of you working together on it. She painted the last star, you holding the step stool so she could reach high enough. She came back down and looked up at it, proud, before yelling through the house.

“Joel!” She called. “It’s done! You gotta come see!”

He came in, a dish towel over his shoulder, soap suds still on his wrists.

“Well this is damn impressive,” he said.

“Right?” Ellie said. “It’s like I’m a real artist!”

“You are a real artist,” you smiled at her. “You made something. It’s art. You’re an artist, kid.”

“Hell yeah I am,” she smiled up at the mural. Joel pressed a kiss into your forehead and smiled. When your eyes met his, you knew you were thinking the same thing: Any sacrifice was worth this.

She was a little prickly about school at first. You waited more than a week to start her there, spending most of the time with the three of you piled together on the couch, either watching movies on the TV and VCR in the living room that - miraculously - still worked or playing board games. The family who lived in this house before had a decent stash in the basement - Clue, Monopoly, Scrabble, even something called Settlers of Catan that neither you or Joel had ever heard of but quickly became Ellie’s favorite.

The three of you seemed to do best when you were close together. It reminded you, again, of what it was like coming to the QZ with Andrew. You’d thought you were better prepared for it this time - and maybe you were - but it did little to ease the worry that rose in you when Joel left the house to pick up food or Ellie went to shower and was out of your sight for more than a few minutes. The nauseating, hot ball of anxiety seemed constantly primed and ready to fill your stomach. You saw it in them, too. In the tension of Ellie’s jaw when Joel left the house, the relief on both of their faces when you came back into the room after taking a shower.

But you needed to integrate yourselves into life here. Your leg was already doing better, Joel’s side was healing well. The two of you needed to start contributing and Ellie needed to start school again. The teacher in you was vaguely horrified at the kind of learning loss she must have had over the past few months on the road. And she needed to spend time with kids her own age, not the two middle-aged adults who had been her only real human contact for months.

“But you’re a teacher!” Ellie protested when you sat her down to talk about it. “If I really need to learn shit that bad, why can’t you just teach me?”

“Because I’m not the person who should teach you things like English or history,” you replied. “And you need to spend time with kids your own age.”

“Fuck kids my own age!” She crossed her arms and flopped herself back in her chair at the kitchen table, staring daggers out the window panes in the back door.

“Ellie,” Joel scolded lightly. “C’mon. You know she’s right. You need to have a life…”

“I do,” she said. “There’s plenty of shit to do in the house and if I run out of shit in here, I can go in the yard.”

“We can ease into it,” you ignored her protests. “Tomorrow, we can go to the mess hall for meals, talk a bit with some other people…”

“I don’t trust other people,” Ellie’s eyes darted to you and Joel before looking back outside.

“Baby girl,” Joel said gently, leaning onto the table. “You really think we’d send you somewhere that was bad for you? Somewhere you’d get hurt?”

She glared at you both for a second before she sighed.

“No.”

“We’re here for a reason,” he said. “You can have a normal life here. School here ain’t like what it is in the QZ. Give it a shot.”

“Besides,” you said when she was quiet for a moment. “We’re going to start working soon and you’ll just be in here, by yourself all day. That’s not good for you.”

She looked at both of you for a moment, her jaw set firm.

“Fine,” she muttered eventually. “But if it’s stupid as fuck I’m blaming you.”

It only took her a week and a half to admit she liked school. She’d made friends, including a girl named Dina she seemed particularly excited about. She liked her teachers (“Way better than in the fuckin’ QZ - no offense, Doc.”) and seemed to be excited about what she was learning.

“Thank fuck we got a kid who’s excited about school,” Joel sighed one morning after Ellie all but ran out the front door with barely a “good morning” on the way past. “Really wasn’t lookin’ forward to her fightin’ us on it every step of the way.”

“She’ll find something else to fight us on, I’m sure,” you smiled at him over your cup of tea. He smiled a little back and kissed your temple before going to get dressed for the day. You savored it for a moment, the small signs of a quiet, domestic life. You hadn’t realized just how badly you wanted that life. It was like you’d been afraid of wishing for anything quite that much because, in the QZ, when you thought Joel hated you, it was so far out of reach it would only bring you pain to want it.

You had it here.

After a few weeks of working at the clinic, your leg was healed but you were feeling restless. You’d never been able to get a call out to Andrew to tell him that you made it here. Every little kid you saw in town reminded you of Elizabeth and Jonah and how much you wished they could grow up in a place like this. There wasn’t a day that went by in the clinic where you almost talked to Andrew out of sheer force of habit. You were providing medical care, Andrew should be there. That’s how it worked.

“I need to make a trip to the radio tower.”

You said it simply one evening, when Tommy and Maria were over for dinner.

“Absolutely not,” Joel said immediately.

“For a change, I agree with Joel,” Maria said. “We have a strict policy here for a reason…”

“Why d’you need to go?” Tommy frowned. You smiled a little at him. Of course he’d be the only one here who was maybe on your side.

“I just need to make one call,” you said. “To Andrew, let him know we made it OK.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Maria shook her head. “We can’t afford giving away our location…”

“I won’t say anything about where we are,” you said. “He knew we were heading out west, anyway. And it’s Andrew, he’d never say anything to anybody about where we were. He’s completely trustworthy, ask Tommy.”

Maria looked to her husband. He shrugged.

“She’s right,” he said. “Knew the guy for years, I’d trust him with my life. And I know damn well he wouldn’t do a damn thing to hurt her.”

Maria sighed.

“Just the one call,” she said. “That’s all?”

“That’s all,” you said. “I swear.”

“Fine,” she said. “But that’s it. You can’t share where we are, nothing like that.”

“Of course,” you said.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Joel snapped.

“Nope,” you smiled. “It’s cute that you think you do, though.”

He quirked his jaw and glared at you but was quiet until the two of you went to bed that night.

“I ain’t takin’ you out there,” his accent was thick. He was pissed. “After everythin’ we did to get this far and you wanna risk it to call back to fuckin’ Boston…”

“I’m not asking you to take me,” you shrugged as you climbed into bed. “You need to stay here with Ellie, we can’t both leave her and we’re not taking her back outside right now.”

He stared at you for a moment.

“Who the fuck is takin’ you then?” He demanded. “I know you ain’t stupid enough try to go out there on your own…”

“Tommy will,” you said. “He already said he would…”

He got into bed next to you.

“Am I supposed to be happy ‘bout that?” He asked.

“No,” you said. “But you should feel good about Tommy taking me since you know he’ll get us there and back in one piece.”

“Can’t say I’m thrilled about the prospect of you traipsin’ through the wilderness with your ex-boyfriend,” he muttered.

“So you don’t trust me because I was fucking him eight years ago?” You asked, brows raised.

“Course I trust you…” He frowned. “Wait, eight years ago?”

“Yeah?” You said. “That’s when he left, right? So, eight years.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, you split up…”

“Well yeah,” you laughed a little. “But then we kept… well, you know. Did you really not know about this?”

He was deathly silent for a moment. You could practically feel the rage building in him.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘im.”

Joel threw back the blankets and started getting dressed.

“You can’t be serious!” You got up, too, putting yourself between him and the bedroom door. “You are not going to pick a fight with your brother over ancient history…”

“It ain’t ancient history if he was fuckin’ my goddamn wife for four years longer’n I thought,” he was seething. “Fuckin’ hid it from me for years!”

“OK let’s take a breath,” you said, putting your hands gently on his bare chest. “One, you’re going to freak out Ellie. Two, if you go storming over there, you’re going to get us kicked out of town. I had to convince Maria that I wasn’t a succubus who had come to town to steal her husband, she actually likes me now, please don’t ruin that because you’re pissed off over something that happened almost a decade ago.”

“He lied to me,” Joel snapped. “For years. Goddamn years because he knew, he fuckin’ knew he was doin’ something shitty…”

“Joel,” you cut him off. “You hated me then…”

“No,” he shook his head. “Never hated you…”

“You were acting like you hated me which, for anyone watching, is the same damn thing,” you said, crossing your arms. “Did you expect me to sit at home, never sleeping with anyone, waiting for you to come around?”

“No,” his jaw tensed. “I expect my brother to keep his hands off my girl, especially if he’s just gonna be fucking her and not treatin’ her right…”

“We broke up because I couldn’t get over you, you idiot!” You had to try to keep your voice down, which was rare for you. You weren’t much of a yeller. “Not that I’m some kind of prize but you’d already won that one! So no, you’re not going to beat up your damn brother because he was sleeping with me when you wanted nothing to do with me. That’s bullshit. You know that’s bullshit.”

He looked at you, his brown eyes a bit softer.

“You really break up because of me?” He asked, hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“See, I guess Tommy didn’t tell you that either,” you rolled your eyes. “But yeah. I warned him when we got together that I didn’t think I could love anyone who wasn’t you. And I was right. So we split up.”

“Well…” he cupped the back of his neck awkwardly. “That… makes it a bit better…”

You rolled your eyes. Men.

“So can we go to bed instead of having you mess up our entire life because you’re trying to be an asshole?” You asked, brows raised. “Because I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed.”

“Let’s go to bed,” he sighed, pulling you against his broad chest and kissing your forehead.

The two of you got back under the covers and you burrowed into him once he turned out the lights.

“Feeling better?” You asked, your nose buried in his throat.

“Still pissed my brother thought he could get away with fuckin’ my wife for years,” he muttered.

“I’m not your wife,” you said, teasing a little.

“Hm?” He pulled back to look at what he could see of you in the dark.

“I’m not your wife,” you said again. “You keep calling me that but, last time I checked, we weren’t married.”

“Right,” he pulled you back against him. “Just… feel like my wife…”

“Well you feel like my husband,” you yawned into him and pressed closer. “But ball’s in your court on that one, Miller.”

It took him less than two weeks. You’d just finished getting Ellie out the door for school, Joel coming in from an overnight patrol at the same time she was leaving.

“Hey Hon,” you called out to him, taking a sip of tea before starting to wash the pan you’d made hashbrowns in. “I can make you eggs or something if you want, I’m not due at the clinic for another two hours…”

You turned around and there he was, down on one knee. It surprised you so much you jumped. He smiled a little at that.

“I had different plans for this 20 years ago,” he said. “Something involving you’n me at that coffee shop where I first saw you and you ordered one of those lavender lattes you like so much. Then I’d take you to a hotel room with a real big tub we could take full advantage of.”

You had to lean back against the counter to keep from falling over, happy tears already catching on your lashes.

“This ain’t that,” he said. “But it is what you’n me have made and you make it everything, Baby. You do. Wouldn’t be here without you - wouldn’t want to be here without you. Seems like everything good I’ve got I can trace back to you, you’re the best of all of it.”

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a necklace, a purple gemstone with a small diamond above it where the pendant met the delicate gold chain.

“It ain’t a ring,” he said. “But I figure a ring’d be in the way at the clinic, anyway…”

You damn near tackled him, almost falling over in your rush to throw your arms around his neck.

“Didn’t even ask you yet,” you could hear him smiling as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Sorry,” you said voice thick, still holding onto him. “Ask, I’m listening!”

He laughed.

“Baby, I love you more than I knew it was possible to love another person,” his breath was warm against your neck as he spoke. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You were still clinging to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and let himself fall backwards so he was sitting on the kitchen floor instead of kneeling. He pulled back from you enough to kiss you.

“Good,” he smiled a little. “Because I’m too old to be on my knees that damn long…”

You got married a few weeks later. It was a small affair, just you and Joel with Ellie and Tommy. Maria officiated and you exchanged matching rings Joel made out of scrap metal that he’d polished to shining. You’d never been happier.

You toyed with the pendant, watching your husband and daughter swim, smiling a little. This was all you wanted in Jackson. All you’d ever wanted, really. A life with Joel, one that was quiet and happy, one where there was no specter of death and pain. You sometimes couldn’t believe that you’d found it, in the face of everything, you’d finally gotten here.

“Y’all headin’ back soon?” You turned to see Tommy on horseback, heading back toward Jackson.

“Time is it?” Joel yelled.

“Pushin’ four.”

“Oh shit,” Ellie clumsily maneuvered herself to standing. “I’m supposed to be going to the mess hall with my friends at like 5:30…”

“Mind taking Ellie back?” You asked.

“Course not,” he said, waiting patiently as Ellie dried off and pulled on her sneakers.

“I’ll probably be home late!” She called over her shoulder as she climbed on the back of Tommy’s horse.

“Have fun!” You watched the two of them ride off back toward town, so distracted you didn’t even notice your husband coming out of the lake until he dripped water on your bare leg.

“Should put that book down, Baby,” he said, a look that almost dared you disobey.

“No,” you shook your head, trying not to smile. “Absolutely not, that water has got to be fucking freezing…”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, scooping you up off the blanket you were laying on. You shrieked and dropped your book before it got wet, Joel carrying you into the cold water.

“See?” You said, teeth nearly chattering as you wrapped your arms around your waist. “Fucking freezing!”

He tugged you against him and you could feel his hard length through his swim trunks. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said again, voice low and wanting this time. You smiled a little at that.

“Oh will you, Mr. Miller?” You asked, the teasing edge to your voice picking up the the needy ache that was rapidly building in you.

“I will, Mrs. Miller,” he traced his fingers along your arm before he kissed you, his wet curls dripping on your wrists.

His kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into your mouth, curving around your own. He moved his hands lower until they were cupping your ass and he lifted you so you could wrap your legs around him. Once you were secure, he brought a hand around to your front, running his fingers over your aching slit through your swimsuit, pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit.

You moaned and he reached down, freeing his cock and nudging your suit to the side, his thick head against your entrance. He pressed into you and you clung to him as he stretched you open, the feel of him easing the painful neediness that burned inside you.

“Fuck Baby,” he kissed the top of your shoulder. “Somethin’ about havin’ you in the water…”

You dug your nails into his skin, not able to help yourself, your breasts pressed flush against him.

“Probably because that’s how you first had me,” you panted, holding him deep inside yourself. “Really wasn’t fair, you making me lose my virginity to the best sex I’d ever have… Ruined me for anyone else, never had a shot.”

“Good,” he said, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass and leveraging you up his cock before bringing you back down on him with a satisfied grunt. “Like you ruined for me…”

He moved you up and down his thick length, starting easy and shifting to hard and fast, each thrust forcing your aching walls apart as he made room for himself inside you, his head meeting the place inside you he’d marked as his own that day in the pool almost 25 years before. Your body was clinging to him, your core so tight that it was bordering on pain and you couldn’t stand to have him pull away from you again. You tightened your legs around his waist when he thrust into you, forcing him to stay deep inside as you started to cum around him.

“Shit, Baby…” he moved his hands from your ass to your lower back, pressing your hips closer so he could push somehow deeper inside you. “Going to…”

You were too lost in your own orgasm to fully understand the implications of what he said. You’d run out of your birth control stash about two months earlier. The two of you had been practicing the pull out method and keeping your fingers crossed. Now, he was emptying himself into you, his cock throbbing as he filled you with his thick, hot spend.

You groaned, savoring the feeling of him coming apart inside you. You’d missed it, missed how close to him you felt when he lost control while part of him was a part of you. It took until both of your orgasms had faded for you to realize what just happened.

“Shit,” you breathed, pulling back from him enough to see his face, his cock still sheathed within you. “Joel, you didn’t pull out…”

“I know,” he was still catching his breath. “Fuck, I didn’t even think about it…”

You pressed your forehead to his, acutely aware of where your bodies were joined. You could feel his spend inside of you, his head right at the mouth of your womb when he came.

“I guess we just keep our fingers crossed,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have held onto you like that…”

“Never apologize for doin’ that,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “Felt fuckin’ amazing.”

You laughed once. He was quiet for a minute.

“But would it be that bad if I got you pregnant?” He asked softly.

“Joel,” you almost laughed before you realized he wasn’t joking.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have kids with,” he said. “Life is good here, people have babies here and they’re happy’n healthy. They have a life. It’d be worth it, here.”

“I’m turning 46 in a few months,” you said. “You’re going to be sixty in a few years…”

“Yeah,” he said. “But our kid - your kid - would be worth it.”

You kissed him, soft and gentle, your heart full.

“Yeah,” you said, your lips brushing his. “Yeah, they would be…”

He trailed his mouth along your jaw as he brought a hand back around to your front, pressing two fingers to your sensitive clit, his softening cock still inside you.

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted. “What…”

“Tryin’ to make you cum again,” he said, voice thick. “Think it takes better if you cum after I leave myself inside you…”

You moaned and pressed your face into his neck, rocking your hips against him, falling apart in the water at your husband’s touch.

A/N: One chapter left to tie up a few more loose ends. I hope everyone is enjoying some lovely Miller family time!

Thank you all so much for being here. I truly can't believe this fic is almost done. It's going to kill me a little to end it (I'm still going to, I don't think I can keep writing without a story to serve) and it feels like I just started writing it a few days ago.

For anyone who enjoys my work in general and not just the characters of Joel and Doc, I did start a new TLOU fic today. It's called Yearling and can be found here. I hope you can find something about it to love!

Thank you for spending your time with me and with Doc and Joel. I can't imagine sharing this story without you all. Love you, truly!

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sweetestlittledarling · 4 months ago

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A Date With Disaster

Rating: PG ish

Warnings: Talk of past bulling around gender (Nothing too extreme I just didn't want to trigger anyone).

Summary: One Heartsong Day Festival, Lark remembers a bully.

Note: Written for @vesuviaweekly's prompt, 'Date with Disaster'

“How you hanging in there big guy?”

Muriel let out a non-committal sound as he continued to lean against the back wall took another drink of his black maid. He had come a long way since his days of being a complete hermit, but he wouldn’t say he was completely ready to be amongst the ‘city folk’ either, still more often than not enjoying the solitude of the woods over the noisy city streets. His partner, Lark, however, was much more a sociable kind of bird. He had many skills that Muriel clearly lacked, like keeping up a conversation or dancing without falling over his own feet. He was also very good at convincing Muriel to get outside his comfort zone once and a while, like going to Nadia’s Heartsong day party (even if Muriel still spent a good chunk of his time keeping to the quiet parts of the room and only allowing Lark to pull him into a few dances). He couldn’t help smiling a little as Lark leaned against him, head resting on his bicep.

“I got to say I’m happy you came with me,” Lark mused, “I think it’s a better party with you here.”

Out of the corner of his eye Muriel could see the gentle smile on Lark’s face and knew it to be a good one. Lark had the habit of putting on a show for other people, but Muriel was always happy to see when Lark was actually content. “I am glad I came to,” he admitted.

“Even when you have to be in same room with Julian all night?”

Muriel couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. Though he had come to accept the doctor’s involvement in their lives (especially given that he was currently engaged to Lark’s twin sister which kind of bonded the four of them for life it would seem), he still had yet to fully understand or accept the man as a person. Julian was a loud giraffe of a man who Muriel could only take in small doses at times. Still, he could put up with it for a bit, at least for Lark’s sake. “As long as he doesn’t try to get me to dance again, we’ll be just fine.”

Lark laughed as he slipped his hand into Muriel’s. “Don’t worry, if he tries to, I’ll sick Sparrow on him as a distraction.”

Muriel gave Lark’s hand a little squeeze as he smiled again. He really did like Sparrow, she was like a calmer cattier Lark.

“Is that one of the songbirds I spy?” an elderly voice said from nearby.

“Good evening Mrs. Bander,” Lark said. Muriel couldn’t help but notice how Lark stood a little straighter and his smile grew a little brighter as he addressed the old lady. Clearly a client of the magic shop.

Mrs. Bander smiled at them in return, fixing her glasses on her face to get a good look at them. “It’s good to see you both out and about on this holiday, especially you Muriel! I’m glad Lark managed to get you come celebrate with us.”

Muriel nodded in answer, knowing full well that if he hadn’t wanted to come Lark would have respected that. Lark didn’t force Muriel to go anywhere, which was an important part of their relationship. Lark squeezed his hand in a sign Muriel took to be support.

“Muriel is here because he wanted to come,” Lark explained, “he’s not exactly the social butterfly but he likes to be out amongst his friends from time to time. Though I’m thinking it’s almost time for us to head home before we turn into pumpkins.”

Muriel couldn’t help but snort at the idea.

“Aw, that’s too bad,” Bander said, again shifting her glasses with an old shaky hand, “I can’t remember the last time I saw you with a date at one of these functions Lark.”

“Well dating was more of Sparrow’s kind of thing really. I just enjoy the party.”

“Indeed, your sister always had quite a full dance card. Though I do remember there being one young lady, what was her name? Alice?”

At the mention of the name, Muriel felt Lark tense, his grip on Muriel’s bigger hand growing tight. Muriel frowned as Lark’s smile was no longer happy. Lark had never mentioned Alice before, and Muriel was starting to suspect there was a reason why.

“Yeah, Alice and I dated a while ago,” Lark said, his voice wavering very faintly though Muriel was able to detect it. “I think she and her family moved away though.”

“Oh yes, now I remember! You had some trouble with her brother, didn’t you? He had a name starting with the letter M. Now what was it?”

“Malcolm,” Lark answered, his smile quickly fading as Muriel could see the distinct signs of a body in fight or flight mode. The reaction to the name Alice had been hard but this one was worse. He was about to step in when the Bander spoke again.

“Malcolm! Right! I remember that funny little nickname he used to call you! It was Larky!”

Lark’s eyes grew wide as his entire body seemed to freeze. His breathing became quicker as he let go of Muriel’s hand, back towards the nearby doors like a scared deer. Muriel’s mind and heart told him to do something, but he was in shock, never having seen Lark react like this. Usually, the younger man could brush off anything but this- “I…I have…I have to go, excuse me!” Lark stammered before darting out the door.

“Was it something I said?” Bander asked.

Muriel didn’t answer as he was moving quickly after his partner. The doors in question led out the patio overlooking the garden, and in Muriel’s mind he was in a state of panic. He had rarely seen such a reaction from Lark and in all honesty, it scared him. What could make Lark so upset? Why hadn’t Lark stayed with him? The questions rolled around in his head as he searched around the long patio until, in a shady corner in the far back, Muriel spotted the smaller man. Lark was seated with his knees against his chest, his face hidden from view. The sight of him made Muriel’s heart ache but Muriel had to take a moment before approaching to calm himself. He took a deep breath, knowing if he walked over in panic, then he would be no help. He still felt bad, but Lark needed calm. Once he had taken a few deep breaths he walked over, saying nothing as he sat next to Lark, close enough to let Lark know he was there but far enough for the younger man to have space. Muriel put his hand beside Lark, palm up as an invitation. It took a bit but then Lark sighed and laid his hand in Muriel’s.

“I’m sorry,” the songbird sighed.

“You don’t have to apologize for being upset.”

“But I thought…” Lark sighed again as he lifted his head, showing Muriel his wet eyes. “I thought I was over it. I thought I had moved on. I thought he couldn’t’ t get to me anymore.” Lark scoffed in annoyance. “He’s not even here and he still makes me feel like this!”

“Malcolm?” The clear flinch that followed answered Muriel’s question better than any words. He opened his arms, again saying nothing but Lark seemed to understand as minutes later he slipped into them, pressed up against Muriel’s said, one hand still holding onto Muriel’s. For a moment they just sat there, both safe in the shadows of the moonlit garden. Muriel gave Lark time before he spoke. “You don’t have to tell me, but if you want to, I am here.”

Lark sniffled a little. “I know. It happened a long time ago, about the time I was deciding about how I was going to present myself. I mean gender wise. I had just figured out how I wanted to cut my hair and how I wanted to dress, and I was actually starting to feel confident. I was feeling more like myself. In that time, I met Alice, a nice girl who worked at a café.” Lark couldn’t help the little smile. “You probably would have liked her. She was a funny, gentle, and great cook. She was my first girlfriend and my last really.”

“She sounds…nice,” Muriel agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, but she had this brother, Malcolm.” Lark shivered at the mention of his name and Muriel pulled him in closer. “He was a jerk! That’s probably too nice a word but the other ones I can think of aren’t exactly appropriate.”

Muriel nodded, thinking of a few choice names of his own.

“He made my teenage life horrible! He was the worst bully I ever had! He figured out all my insecurities and used them all against me, including my gender. He even gave me that horrible nickname, Larky. I hate that name! I hate it!”

“It’s okay,” Muriel assured him, leaning his head on top of Lark’s. “No one will call you that again.”

“Yeah, that’s what Sparrow said as well, after she punched him in the nose.”

“Sparrow punched him?”

Lark laughed a little as he nodded. “Yeah, the only guy she ever knocked flat. She was so mad when she found out what Malcolm was doing that, she marched right up to him and punched him. No bully ever tried to pick on me after that one.”

Muriel smiled. Yep, he definitely liked Sparrow.

“Hey,” Lark said as lifted his head from Muriel’s shoulder, his gentle smile returning, “Thank you for listening. I guess I wasn’t over all this as I thought I was.”

“You know you never have to hide being sad from anyone, especially me.”

“Yeah, I know. And now that it’s really out in the open I think it will be easier to confess with this stuff really bugs me, especially when I have you here to listen.”

“Always,” Muriel said, kissing Lark’s head gently.

They remained there, just sitting and enjoying each other’s company for a long moment before Lark untangled himself. Standing he held out his hand to Muriel with a smile. “I’m feeling a little partied out, how about we go home and make some tea.”

Muriel smiled a bit more. “Sounds good to me.”

…

Author Notes:

-I confess I wrote this one a couple of times, including when I was not feeling well so I hope it came out okay

-Originally, I was going to write this about Sparrow and her dating history, but I was still coming up with the long list (having a laugh as I thought about a Scott Pilgrim AU).

-I have always debated about Lark calling Muriel ‘Big Guy’, but I think that Lark is the only one allowed to call him that. Of course, if Lark were asked to stop he would. Note anyone who knows Lark does not call him Larky (ever).

-I had a version of this where Malcolm actually appeared but it did not work quite right. It did have a funny scene of him becoming scared of Sparrow, however. Malcolm is the only person Sparrow has knocked out completely with one punch, gaining her the moniker ‘Guard Dog’ which she has mixed feelings about.

-I like to think that Muriel does like Julian, they are just very different people and sometimes just rub each other the wrong way (more so in Muriel’s case).

#vesuvia weekly #date with disaster #arcana game #the arcana #muriel arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #arcana mc #arcana apprentice #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc

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iamapoopmuffin · 3 months ago

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My Our Life Kiddos

I am once again here to share my Creatures. This is to tell you about the ones I made for the main games and their epilogues and endings, which is so far the ones I made for romance routes.

Step 1: Carrington Hanlon. Carrington is a shy, sensitive and kind child. He hates when people are unkind and tries to never be unkind himself, but also absolutely cannot stick up for himself or others when people are mean. He loves to swim, read and draw, and collects seashells. His favourite animals are sharks and he has lots of shark drawings on his walls. He is also huge on physical affection, he loves to hug and be hugged. At this step he is nervous around Cove but is fond of him.

Step 2: Carrington Hanlon. Carrington's relationship with Cove has moved to nervous crush. He's still shy, sensitive and anxious, and in fact seems even more withdrawn. Being in the awkward early teens, he's struggling a lot with his self esteem and self image. He's awkwardly tall and thin, like a baby giraffe, and is very self conscious over his acne, braces and body shape - he's beginning to experience some pretty severe gender dysphoria, but he doesn't yet know what it is, just that he really wishes his body was more like his sister's. He greatly treasures the moment he had with Cove discussing their favourite flowers, and the fields of poppies are something he won't forget. He's still an avid swimmer, reader and collector, with a passing interest in surfing, but has let his art fall to the wayside, not because he doesn't enjoy it but because he's convinced himself he's terrible at it. He still can't stand up for himself in most situations, but will stutteringly defend those he cares about, and does end up punching Jeremy in the face at Miranda's birthday party. His favourite movie genre is horror. Also fun fact he's bisexual.

Step 3: Poppy Hanlon. Still anxious and sensitive, she and Cove are California's biggest crybabies. Poppy is visibly more confident and comfortable now, and seems more eager to meet new people and make friends. She retains her kind nature and likes to see the best in people. She is very forgiving, not even hesitating to forgive and befriend Shiloh and Jeremy, and has taken up her drawing again. She is also now more open to teasing those she's close to, and has a much more relaxed relationship with Cove. She's not nervous around him 24/7 anymore, guys! She uses curlers on her hair to get those cute ringlets of her dreams and works part time at the library. She has a strong love of rock music. She also hugs everyone without hesitation. Also she gets seasick.

Step 4: Poppy Hanlon. Again, a relaxed and kind young woman who is still feeling her way through life. She finally has some kind of idea what she wants to do and is currently studying in university and living with Cove. She's undeniably happy. Still a huge hugger and a kind but teasing soul.

Step 1: Amy Edwards. Amy is confident, outgoing, bossy and not afraid to speak her mind. In step 1, she is direct but indifferent towards Cove. Not all that interested in being his friend. She's here to have fun. She likes sports and music. Happy child who will not accept meanies in her town.

Step 2: Amy Edwards. In step 2, Amy is in that fun hormonal pit of tween-early teen girlhood, a time I remember well. She is cringey, moody, a grump and thinks she's all that. She now plays multiple instruments and plays plenty of sports recreationally. She's reaching to overachieve and will inevitably burn herself out trying to be the best of the best. She is easily annoyed and still plenty bossy. She is also starting to consider veganism. By age 13, Cove is now a fond friend, and she has a crush on Derek. She is pansexual demiromantic. Unlike Poppy, Amy cannot handle horror films at all. She also has a fear of heights.

Step 3: Amy Edwards. Amy has done some growing up and has calmed down from her major grump hormone driven hatred phase. She's quieter and less confident than she was before, and in fact, as she would have grown up at the same time as me, societal pressure and beauty standards have begun to bother her significantly - she's always had a chubby build, and now feels insecure over her weight. Comments made over it have actually had her shying away from her old love of sports and instead focusing on being the sweaty band kid. She feels a little awkward in herself, and can't fully get away from the reputation she built in her younger teens of being 'that bitch who thinks she's better than everyone'. She's trying to live her best life and has a few flings here and there and tries to figure out what will make her happy. She's also burning out hard, just barely scraping her exams as a result and feeling like things are crumbling around her. She's looking for anything to act as her safety net right now.

Step 4: Amy Edwards. Amy feels more settled at this stage, but still anxious and in need of a safety net. She still will speak out if something upsets or annoys her, such as Derek's own unfair treatment of himself. She co owns a company with a friend and feels like she has some purpose and direction in life. She's open to teasing and making fun. She's still a little insecure about her body, but has begun to come to terms with the fact that she has a plus size build and that doesn't mean she's unhealthy or unattractive, in fact she's athletic and looks after herself well, the real issue is unhealthy beauty standards. She is, however, annoyed by how short she is, especially since so many of her friends and loved ones are stupidly tall.

Step 1: Tafadzwa 'Taffy' Kalakona. Taffy is bright and cheerful. They seem confident and happy, like to take charge and want to see others smile. They aren't as physically affectionate as Poppy, but are big on gift giving and kind words. They also love fashion, and seem to dislike reading but love writing. They were born intersex.

Step 2: Tafadzwa Kalakona. Tafadzwa doesn't have any visible change in their character doll at this step or any change in their pronouns. Tafadzwa is loud and tries to be the funny kid, and to be someone reliable who you can lean on with your troubles. They have begun to form an interest in journalism and want to work for a fashion magazine in the future. They are also becoming aware of the fact that they haven't really felt any attraction to anyone, and until meeting Baxter at the soiree, they believe they're aroace.

Step 3: Tafadzwa 'Taf' Kalakona. At this step, Taf is losing their confidence, primarily due to a crisis of identity. They've referred to themselves as they/them as long as they can remember, but did they choose that? Because that was what they felt? Or were they just always a they? Has anything ever truly felt right? As well as that, they're becoming more keenly aware of the fact that, following learning about their biological parents' deaths, there's a whole separate culture they could have been raised in, and part of them has told themselves they've missed out on something big. There's a disconnect between the life they've lived and this idea they've put in their own head about the life they should have. They've always loved writing, and dancing, but suddenly these hobbies feel hollow. Do they really want to be a journalist? Are they good at anything, really? They have so many questions about themselves and no answers and it's driving them a little insane. They cover this up by leaning harder into being the funny one of the group. Also the one person who made them question their aroaceness is back, which is awkward, and now they're having a summer fling and he feels weird about the fact that Taf's demidemi ass has only ever been attracted to him so far and they feel terrible about that making him uncomfy. Is it weird they've only ever felt attraction to one person? God, they just don't know any more.

Step 4: Tafadzwa Kalakona. Appearance is again largely unchanged on the doll. They now use they/them and he/him pronouns and have several tattoos. He's still anxious and uncertain regarding who he is, still feeling it all out, but is also more solid. He has labels for himself that feel right. Genderfluid demiboy demisexual demiromantic. Does still want to be a journalist and is actively working towards that, but has more of an idea of specific areas they want to work in. Has also moved away from being 'the funny one' and more towards being their genuine self. No more masking. He still tells jokes and wants to uplift spirits, and is a strong and protective presence in his friends' lives, but that humour isn't a solid wall to hide the confusion anymore.

These next two are for Now & Forever, and since that's only in demo right now I can only provide steps 1 and 2. I'll update it with 3 and 4 when available.

Step 1: Diamond Zeiler. He doesn't uncover his right eye until step 3 but I will tell you now it's hazel. He wasn't originally going to have heterochromia but when I saw it was an option in this one, I jumped on it (I have heterochromia myself so squee). Diamond is excitable, loud and active, very talkative and passionate, eager to make friends but he didn't have many at his last town. He currently has undiagnosed ADHD and autism, which may have been a factor in his difficulty in making friends before. He is also very bitter and grumpy about having to move. He's angry and doesn't hide it. He doesn't want to be angry, but things were difficult enough relating to other kids and getting along before, suddenly being thrust into a new place with lots of change and absolutely nobody familiar makes him very upset and anxious, and that manifests as anger at the situation. This ends up primarily directed at his mother, who he blames for the move. He loves his skateboard and his cuddly toys very much. He is also realising that he likes boys romantically. His only concern regarding that is if he can impress them with skateboard tricks or not.

Step 2: Diamond Zeiler. Diamond is now quieter and much more withdrawn. He's definitely suffering from some form of depression, and other people's reactions to him in the past have built up a belief that he is stupid, annoying and has no future. Because of that, he second guesses everything he says and tries to hold his tongue, and doesn't really look forward to anything. The anger he felt before was never dealt with in a healthy fashion either, leaving a nice festering unpleasantness within. He has now also developed a crush on Tamarack, but isn't sure if he really likes girls or just feels like that's expected of him. Like, he likes her a lot, but is it the same as his very definite crush on Qiu?

Step 1: Virginia Walsh. Virginia is a very quiet, polite and well behaved young lady. The very idea of being naughty is utterly scandalous to her. She tries to stay clean, keeps out of trouble and wants to make friends. She goes out of her way to be kind and understanding.

Step 2: Virgil Walsh. Virgil has gone a good 180 from his good little girl past. He's now in the midst of a wild, reckless phase where he causes problems on purpose. He's a feral little shit now and you should all be afraid, be very afraid. Also he and Qiu are no longer friends, but dear sweet god does he have the biggest crush in the known universe on Tamarack.

And while I'm here, a bonus of two more things I made playing around and then got attached to

I have a problem and it's endlessly playing with character customisation.

#I have made so many little gremlins #our life #our life mc #our life beginnings and always #our life now and forever #my ocs

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navibluebees · 2 years ago

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I’m 19!

Im super curious about what is softie recom!reader was captured by the sullys when spider was taken.

Like on the way back to the village readers hands are tied and she sees how young the kids are like ‘are you kids hungery? I have snack!’

Or even ‘are you tired I can carry you!’

Thanks for letting me know <3 Oooh, I love the appreciation softie recom is getting! Since I've written Softie as GN until this point, I'll probably write this ask as GN as well.

Softie Recom - Hostage

All ageless & empty blogs will be blocked. No minors!

okay so I'm picturing it as the recoms snatched Spider and Jake ends up seeing you in the brush, you surrender pretty easily not being incredibly skilled in hand to hand combat yet. The Sully's take you with them back to High Camp.

100% Jake's got a grip around your bicep as Neytiri herds the kids along. TBH he's probably extremely confused as to why you gave up so easily, but he figures he'll figure it out soon enough.

Neytiri took Tuk and Kiri on her ikran, Neteyam took Lo'ak, and you were stuck with Jake. He tied a long flexible leaf over your eyes as a blindfold and after you climbed up, he pulled the cuffs from your belt and put them on you.

In the air, you swung your legs around a bit, feeling the breeze and Jake's all "What the hell are you doin'?" "Just happy to be flying. I never thought I could."

That leads to a discussion where you give him basic info about the recom program and how you weren't even a soldier before and this has given you a second chance in a healthier body. Your history resonates with him and he feels a bit of sympathy for you.

When you get to high camp, he pulls the blindfold off and you gape over the edge of where the ikrans land. Jake pulls you back before Neteyam's can slam into your face. He pulls you to a nearby rock and tells you to sit before he goes to talk with his inner circle about what to do next.

Tuk comes over and pokes at your vest, opening all the pouches to look inside. You hear her stomach gurgle and get a bit excited because FINALLY there's something you can do. "Do you want a snack? I know kids aren't supposed to take things from strangers, but well-" *raises cuffed hands*

Tuk digs around in your bag and pulls out the wrapped snacks, eyeing them warily. She's especially confused at the animal crackers and so you begin to explain about Earth animals

Kiri hovers nearby, watching the exchange, still hurt about Spider. She senses your kindness, though, and steps away only to return quickly with supplies to fix your cuts.

"Oh! You know first aid?" She laughs a bit at you and says, "A bit more than the basics."

Lo'ak and Neteyam are glaring from off to the side and start in on you, angrily. You hold your hands up, interrupting Kiri's work and say, "I don't even have a gun on me. I've never fought someone before. Not even today."

Eventually, all the kids are surrounding you, pawing through your pack and pulling out all the interesting things. Tuk is making a giraffe fly around.

Kiri is sniffing warily at a protein bar.

The boys are picking through each piece of tech they've recovered, including your damaged communication device.

After playing for a bit, I'm absolutely convinced that Tuk curls up and falls asleep on your feet.

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#softie recom #avatar recoms #recom fluff #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water

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ifuckinglovedinosaurssomuchjesus · 2 years ago

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Pretending End Cretaceous mass extinction event never took place, do you have any thoughts on speculative evolution and how dinosaurs and their contemporaries may have evolved through the years?

Like the explosion of mammal biodiversity probably wouldn’t have taken place, but what else? Assuming other global processes like plate tectonics, and the accompanying changes in currents, oxygen cycles etc, if you only take away the asteroid and it’s direct consequences, how do the dominoes fall?

Well, AFAIK the asteroid wouldn't have had any long term affects on the planet's tectonic activity or the climate. It was an apocalyptic event for sure, but depending on what scientist you believe, the immediate effects of the impact were over anywhere from a couple thousand years to only a few months.

So the plates would still move the way they have in the Cenozoic and the climate would still cool down and dry up due to the Earth's orbit and Milankovitch cycles. There would still be an Ice Age and animals would have to adapt to it.

The main difference would be life of course, and I cannot stress this enough, everything would be different. There would be no placental mammals, plant life would be mostly angiosperms but not in their total domination we see today, teleost fish wouldn't fill almost every aquatic niche like they do today, and of course there'd still be a shit ton of dinosaurs.

The thing about the asteroid was that it basically wiped the earth clean of entire clades, and those vast expanses of open niches is what kickstarted the biosphere we know today. There would be literally nothing in common with our "timeline" if it hadn't hit, except for some extreme cases of living fossils like Triops or Lepisosteus. No Mackerel, no Poison Dart Frogs, no Rose Bushes, no Great White Sharks, no Leopard Slugs, no Bears, no Giraffes, no Komodo Dragons, no Coconut Trees, no Crows or Ravens, etc.

In that sense though, 66 million years isn't that long in the perspective of the Mesozoic, so there wouldn't be anything crazy different from the Cretaceous. I doubt we'd see any dinosauroids for example. There would still be big sauropods and big theropods to hunt them, there would still be pterosaurs and marine reptiles of all kinds, there'd still be Ammonites and plenty of lobe finned fish, etc.

I think it's safe to say the arms race between armored Ornithischians and Tyrannosaurs would fizzle out, and much like the Stegosaurs and Carnosaurs of the Jurassic, they'd go extinct to make way for other animals to take their place. Maybe gigantic dromaeosaurs and quadrupedal ornithomimids or extremely armored sauropods and pterosaurs with bone crushing beaks, the possibilities are endless and I'm sure there's a million speculative evolution projects out there trying to answer that question.

Basically, we wouldn't be here making these posts.

#So Much Musings

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heyyy I saw you're answering asks so i wanted to give you one of my own:: how exactly does juuzou feel about physical touch? how does he like it? is he into pda at all? how does he feel w people touching him in general or in a friendly way? at what point of a romantic relationship he feels comfortable w a partner surprising him with cheek, nose and forehead kisses? in what point does he feel comfortable seeking phisical comfort?🥺

Hey! Haha, yeah, I just don't get asks that often, so I can see how it might seem questionable whether I'm answering them at any given moment or not, but I can assure you I always am. Hope this one gives you the insight you're looking for!

how exactly does juuzou feel about physical touch?

Suzuya strikes me as a really touch-happy person trapped in the body of someone with debilitating tactile defensiveness and a long history of that touch-happiness getting him in trouble. His most natural way to show affection is through physical touch. He self-soothes primarily with things he can touch and feel. And, though we don't see as many examples in :RE as the original series, he was prone to solving perceived problems with more destructive forms of touch. His hands are an integral part of how he interacts with the world, and touch is up there with taste among his most important senses.

At the same time, I can see a lack of innately understanding what's considered normal and acceptable when it comes to physical contact getting him in trouble, especially when he was first rescued and integrated into human society. He has learned through bullying and people only seeing the worst in him that he touches things he's not supposed to, whether that be picking up and examining a pile of entrails with his bare hands or grabbing a highly decorated ghoul investigator for their attention over an idea that just popped into his head. That's not even counting the times in canon that he's physically lashed out at people.

I see the same indiscretion being taken advantage of by people like Big Madam. Snuffing out any inklings that something isn't right in their mother/child relationship with a treat like cuddling up together and reading about giraffes, or how her whole system of torture and corporal punishment worked so well with a young Suzuya to begin with. Of course her rewards are affectionate and good; it's some of the closest contact she gives him. So physical touch is something he craves strongly and often, but how he acts on it is somewhat tempered by his experiences as the series and his life go on.

On the purely physical side as well, anyone who explores my blog enough will know I strongly headcanon him as autistic, and think that while it might have affected and been affected by his past with Big Madam, his indifference to pain is one of his many sensory hypo and hypersensitivities that he has always had and would have still had without her influence. Some sensations, he will barely notice at all unless it's to an extreme that would be unbearable to other people, and he seeks some of those ones out both for self-regulation and enjoyment. Others, it doesn't matter how positive the context or how beloved a person they come from-- to him they feel more noxious than pain and may push him into sensory overload, if not a shutdown or meltdown depending on what it is, how much/how long it goes on, and the day he's having. Different kinds of touch fall into one of those extremes or the other.

how does he like it?

He likes deep pressure and firm touches, like a tight hug, being wrapped in a heavy blanket, or having a cat in his lap. Even things like falling from somewhere he likes to climb/perch, taking a hit in battle, or parttaking in extreme body modification can feel kind of good, because a lot of the sensations that would be masked by pain in most people are resistance and pressure. I think if he got to go to one of those trampoline parks with crash mats and foam pits everywhere, he would probably keep throwing himself at stuff until the place closed or he passed out from exhaustion.

When it's something he does to himself, like body stitching or self-injurious stimming, there's also the feeling of doing the act itself, such as the sinking of his needle into skin, which can also feel soothing or satisfying. Between liking the feeling of doing a lot of these things and not being sensitive to the consequences himself, this is also why he can sometimes squeeze too hard or be a little rough when he's on the giving end of affectionate touch, which is most of the time now that it's up to him. It's also why he likes throwing Hanbee so much.

Textures are also very important, even in everyday things like the foods he eats and the clothes he wears, so of course they're important here too. He's definitely a soft, plushy, and fuzzy things autistic. If you don't think he collects plushies to squeeze and snuggle with, you're simply wrong. He enjoys playing with someone's soft hair or squishing his cheek against a fuzzy animal or piece of a person's clothing, but trying to hug him while you're wearing one of his trigger textures is going to be a very disappointing experience. You might even get shoved away.

is he into pda at all?

Oh yes. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perspective) Mutsuki is absolutely petrified of having attention drawn to him in public, and PDA sure feels like drawing attention to him in public. For Suzuya, however, it would be another layer of something he enjoys on top of a fun day or night out, and who doesn't want to double up on things they enjoy? There are rare occasions where PDA makes Mutsuki feel safe and protected, and Suzuya gets to indulge in it, but for the most part, it's a want that Suzuya keeps to himself, despite the name.

how does he feel w people touching him in general or in a friendly way?

When someone in his inner circle of people figures out how to do it right, he will pester them for more, but the former is a requirement. If Amon or any other macho man at the CCG gave him a stiff, half-assed clap on the shoulder because he did something cool and for a second they forgot he wasn't one of the guys they like, they're going to get their hand swatted away, or grabbed and twisted until it hurts if he doesn't like the person either. However, a clap on the shoulder from Shinohara, firm and hearty and committed to giving him that pressure he craves: he'll keep coming to Shinohara over and over to solicit an annoying amount of claps on the shoulder. He can't stand going to a hairdresser and cuts his hair himself to avoid it, but that doesn't stop him from bouncing up to Akira to see if she'll style his hair.

As much as he enjoys the sensory aspect of touch, there is an emotional aspect too, and I think once he gets used to living his own life and not being Big Madam's pet, he would learn that he really likes personal space just because it's his. Having the choice is just so different and reminds him in a good way how free he is now, so when that control of his own space is encroached on, it might even surprise him how protective he's become of that space. Also, if you don't know him well, chances are you're not going to touch him right.

at what point of a romantic relationship he feels comfortable w a partner surprising him with cheek, nose and forehead kisses?

Probably not ever, honestly, because who knows what kind of day he's having or if he's one small push away from sensory overload and can't even handle things he would normally like. It will always be the safest to ask, verbally or by giving him the chance to meet the other person halfway or choose not to. As much as he would enjoy being on the giving end of surprise kisses, that doesn't mean he has to want the same for himself. And besides, why bother trying to surprise the master of surprises when you can just enjoy his surprises?

in what point does he feel comfortable seeking phisical comfort??

Opposite of the last one, pretty early on. Having something that's a good kind of different from the many ways he self-soothes would be a big motivator for him to let someone else into his life when he's just fine on his own. If they don't hug him better than he can squeeze himself in a nice blanket, why even humor the idea of compromising with someone else's needs and rules? He likes his freedom, after all.

#answers #anon #that said i am working my way through an influx of asks i got super close together at the moment #and they're taking time because I want to but thought and detail into every last one

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krystlind · 7 months ago

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2nd to last Sunday in Austin?

"the only reason I wouldn't be coming back to Austin is because I didn't fall in love" I could be back.. i also couldn't

There are so many important elements of a city character that are important for me here, let me illustrate a few things of the past few days:

drivability and distance: I could get to church in 15 minutes driving, choose coffee shops along the way, after church me and Tamy went to juiceland, no wait TJ (by the fruits of the spirit! I'm by the wine.. of Jesus) no wait manana, then we settled on Carpenter's (because Jesus was a carpenter!). Tonight I decided to go to the Shane's swing Jazz alone, and I could drive there in 5 min, see it for a bit, drive back easily

bumping into people: Brittany at Meteor, walking around Bouldin and waving at Kiki, saw Paige sitting with Wilbur at Carpenter's, (I've also bumped into Chloe here the other day) then we walked over to Juliet's after, I had a Caesar's salad for like nothing, we caught up on her podcast, the episode, her willingness to put on an ad

oh that's another thing! every one here has something unique and peculiar going on

FRIENDLINESS and people's readiness to make friends, our waiter "are you guys supermodels?" and then switching numbers so I can be part of the jam session

the down to earth community I have here (not like Miami where everyone needs to be going out or socializing to be social) I came back to the house, they are cooking pasta, or painting a jacket, watching a movie

I have "good people" - My pool party reflected that. the people I brought, they were genuine, they stayed, they DJ'd, cleaned, her friendly and talked with everyone.

My church: Red Rocks, SDA crew, I get to lead a Bible study, I get to contribute

access to cultural events and shows, like the Greek festival (okay overall city diversity is kinda lacking but whatever), Art Shows, Film Screenings

the non-pretentiousness, but you can still find the classy successful folks, I was at Proper the other day, met Darren and (forgot his name)

it's easy to see my friends: I can call them up and we can say walk around the lake, meet at this coffee shop, do this work out (Ghazal workout then Carpenter's), after Bible study at Simona's and Nissi wanted to talk, she just drove over to Giraffe house and we sat by pool and prayed

It's a college city so it helps with the abundance of educational events, progressive thought, youthful energy

Nature with the trees, water

Funny things can happen in one day like: Jeremey Pivvins event (screening, band, stand up in Alice & Olivia, having Clem+Cassandra+Lisa all there)

People so willing to become friends, connect, follow up, actually make it happen! meeting Nida and pool party, dinner this Thursday with her & Ghazal

Everything is so extremely accessible, close together, easy for magic to happen without having to plan or force so much

the only thing that is lacking is: fashion, international/cultural scene. but you know what? whatever. I realize what is high value and importance for me is: grounded-ness, compact, intimacy, sincere/non-pretentious people, access to cultural events and opportunities. I guess intimacy and close-knit, community for real! kind of why I liked to join start ups over big companies, or SF or NYC. something about the quirkiness and the ability to have a voice. I think about UCSD being a place I could be the EVP and maybe UCLA/UC Berkeley it would've been different

I feel proud because I feel I'm able to break through to Tamy, and hopefully she can break through to me. that we can help each other build. and I'm grateful to have Sola more on the spiritual upleveling, where me and Tamy are in proximity and are more similar in that we're building companies and looking for investors, whereas Sola has more of a teaching/coaching practice

oh I forgot my title was 2nd to last Sunday in Austin

because I'm not really sure what will unfold

I quite love my life this way

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gastergrooberfan · 1 year ago

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The Sisters Strong Part 1

Strong Bad was on his computer typing to check up on his emails as he hummed a little tune about it.

“Checking the email, checking it tonight!!!!” Strong Bad sang out loud.

When the email popped up, he saw a message that would change his life forever.

“Dear, Strong Bad,

This was the only way we could reach out to you. Please tell Strong Mad and Strong Sad we're coming over?!

Love, Strong Clad and Strong Fad?!”

“What?! First you threaten to break in, then you steal the family name?! You're about to endure the full wrath of Strong Bad! You're about to-” Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Strong Sad! Go answer the door! I was busy monologuing!”

“Sure thing, “Man of the House”.” Strong Sad groaned sarcastically. When he opened the door he saw two ladies, one looked like a pink giraffe, the other looked like a blue cross between a sloth and a panda with a pointy nose. “It… It can't be…”

“So anyway… Man, now I can't remember! Whoever interrupted my sacred train of thought will also get the “the wrath of Strong Bad”.” Strong Bad grumbled.

“Strong Bad.” Strong Sad suddenly appeared right next to Strong Bad.

“Ah! Gee, everyone needs to stop sneaking up on me!” Strong Bad huffed. “Anyway, what do you want?”

“Oh, nothing important, just some long lost family members coming to visit.” Strong Sad put his hands on his hips.

“You don't mean…” Strong Bad smiled and almost teared up. “Yes! After so long!”

“Hey there!” The two girls from the door appeared.

“You're not mom and dad!” Strong Bad shouted.

“Sorry about that.” The pink giraffe grinned sheepishly.

“We miss them too.” The blue girl put her clawed hand on Strong Bad's shoulder.

“How could you possibly know my parents?” Strong Bad frowned. “Are you one of those characters who try to seem sympathetic by hiding in the shadows and watching over the main characters, but are actually creepier than you can imagine?”

“Strong Bad, you don't recognize them?” Strong Sad questioned his older brother.

“Are they those characters that fans make up just to have some kind of complicated romance with the main characters?” Strong Bad titled his head confusedly and squinted, trying to remember those two ladies.

“You're half right.” The pink lady smiled. “It's me, your sister, Strong Clad and sister Strong Fad.”

Strong Bad gasped, he looked at them in the eyes, his eyes sparkled a little as he smiled, they looked at him back and then he laughed out loud.

“Oh, man!” Strong Bad pointed his boxing glove hand at the three. “I can't believe it, you're running out of ideas to get back at me! That's so pathetic!”

“I'm afraid we're serious.” Strong Fad told. him. “You may not remember, little brother, but we lived with you for a long time, until we went to college and stuff.”

“By the way, where's big brother Strong Mad?” Strong Clad looked around with a smile.

“Over here!” Strong Mad stomped to the room with The Cheat in his arms, then his mouth hung open, then he smiled widely. “SISTERS!!”

He rushed over to the two ladies and hugged them tightly, they both giggled.

“We're glad to see you too.” Strong Clad smiled as she hugged her only older brother back.

“Not you too, Strong Mad!” Strong Bad huffed and clenched his fists even tighter. “Well, suppose you are our sisters. Why did it take you this freaking long to come back?!”

“Well, it's a long, sad tale.” Strong Fad sighed.

“Ooh!” Strong Sad smiled. “Do tell!”

“How about another time.” Strong Bad tried to push the two out the door. “How about you stay at some kind of hotel, or maybe Homestar Runner's house, sometimes he either lives with Marzipan, or unfortunately, us, so it should be vacant enough.”

“Okay, thanks Strong Bad, we'll see you tomorrow.” Strong Clad replied, still smiling.

“We'll keep visiting every day.” Strong Fad added. Strong Bad scowled and then shut the door after he pushed them out.

“Not that I'm surprised but that was rude.” Strong Sad chided.

“You're falling under their spell!” Strong Bad scolded him. “But you believe me, right, The Cheat?”

“Meh.” The Cheat shrugged while still in Strong Mad's arms.

“Fine, I know some loser in this town will believe me!” Strong Bad vowed. “And then I will go back to only having TWO annoying siblings!”

“ANNOYING?!” Strong Mad growled as he glared heavily at Strong Bad, The Cheat didn't look pleased either since his beady eyes were also narrowed.

“I meant one annoying sibling! And it's Strong Sad who’s the annoying one!” Strong Bad corrected himself, holding his fists in front of his face to protect it.

“Oh, okay.” Strong Mad immediately calmed down with a smile and then walked away with The Cheat still in his arms. Strong Bad sighed from relief.

“I better go now too, I guess.” Strong Sad then slowly walked out of the room as well, but the usual downer chuckled a little. “Gee, I wonder how this will play out.”

“So this is where we are, jumping the bear holding the shark and not in an awesome way…” Strong Bad muttered, then he went back to his computer to type a message that his “new sisters”, like he didn't just kick them out. “Welp, I hope you're happy, Strong Clad and Strong Fad. What kind of names are those anyway? You sound like those fashion icons who only get into what's popular and modern, so they can have attention. But there's only room for one Strong around here… Maybe three. Definitely not five. I hope you leave soon. Love… I mean Crapfully… I mean, Sincerely Strong Bad!”

#homestar runner #strong bad #strong mad #strong sad #the brothers strong #original character

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Wow, these are so great, I did not expect this many!!

I love carrot cake what a strong start!!

I usually don't buy much, if anything, but I do like fun niche stores just bc it keeps things interesting.

You really did nail my dress preferences down to a T, omg. Mostly just plain crew-necks with more interesting outerwear like bombers, jackets, cardigans, button-downs (always unbuttoned for maximum casualness tho)

YUP layering clothes see above lmao

Honestly, I don't really even know what a hopeless romantic is to me anymore, but I DO have very high standards for people. That's why I only have like 2 friends lmao

I actually do not like ASMR, like at all! I really struggle to see what other people see in it. HOWEVER, I do have to keep my space-heater fan running all night for some kind of white noise because my ears ring at night (kinda jacked them up from playin music too loud oof)

It is true, I am pretty quiet and introverted when first meeting people but, at the risk of sounding kinda conceited, I am also one of the funniest people I know lmao. Pretty sure the person that laughs the most at my jokes is me. Love it or hate it, it's just the way it is, I make jokes for me I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️

LMAO yeah, per your comment, you were p off about the zodiac BUT you redeemed yourself below.

I ACTUALLY AM BORN ON THE 9TH!!! THAT'S CRAZY! April 9th, to be exact. Also, this is the 9th bullet point to respond to... what does it all mean????

I do love video essays! Shows and movies are good for sure, but honestly what gets me the most? I'm part of the horrid, wretched, insufferable sonic the hedgehog fandom, so that's where most of my video essays tend to fall

Right again, trust no one. Lmao, I mean not REALLY, but... you know, low-key trust everyone like 75% is my motto in recent years. Like, still be nice to people ofc! But just... keep your distance lmao. I've had some tough friendships can you tell? But yeah, see above about my 2 forever homies lmao

Can't complain about being a cola! it's classic, timeless, beloved by all (or most). Ironically not by me so much bc I'm more of a flavorless selzter water drinker than anything. No sugary syrup, more carbonation to burn a hole in my throat. it hurts so good 😭🙏🏻😩

The only show I haven't seen is house md, everything is p good! esp parks and rec and gravity falls (just rewatched gf like a week ago! love the INTP representation in dipper because he isn't just some stereotypical scientist in a lab coat. I mean he's got some of those qualities low-key for sure, but you know... just a more fleshed out INTP which I appreciate)

Honestly, I am a breaking bad, star wars, and lotr INTP all rolled into one lmao. But you know, if you're all of them, then you're kinda none of them, too, so, fair play!

It's true, I really dont get the pineapple thing on pizza thing. I've tried it. I came, I saw, I was underwhelmed.

Fun fact, I just saw a giraffe in a museum over the weekend, and they are weirdly kinda fragile looking!! Very strange how dainty they really are. But I'll take it as a compliment. What else looks like a giraffe? Fuckin NOTHING that's what

Hey congrats on the 800 notes on mbti procrastination!! Thats an awesome accomplishment that you should definitely be excited about! I love your content and I see that post all the time on my dash lmao. I’m already following you so please shower me with your assumptions. 🙏😩

INTP, 5w4, sx/sp

(my zodiac info is in my blog bio so no peeking lmao 😅)

-Isaac 👽

my assumptions! tysm oh my gosh you are way too sweet wahhhh

guys the quality of these banners is pissing me off 🤬 why tumblr gotta bump it down 😿

this is so random but if you were a cake, you'd be either a strawberry or carrot cake

you like going thrifting or to really niche shops. for example, antique, crafts, instrument, collectible, etc

i don't think you have an "aesthetic" (other way of saying i can't think of one LMAO). but for style, you're not the type of person who wears the name brand, but you like dressing casual simple: crew necks, jeans, shorts, flannel, sweaters, etc.

also have a feeling that you like layering clothes (what i see intp's do a lot haha)

this might be super wrong but i feel like you're simultaneously a hopeless romantic and have high standards for ppl

you listen to asmr before you go to sleep

i feel like you are very quiet and introverted but once someone gets to know you they find out that you're actually very funny

dw i didn't look at your bio 😏 idk why but i feel like you were born in the winter or fall (idk what zodiac that is :p). like cold chilly vibes ig

i'm also gonna take a risk and say you were born on the 3rd or 9th the month (6% chance i'm right?). or maybe it's the 23rd - I'M SECOND GUESSING MYSELF AHH IDK 😣

you LOVE video essays. i feel like you click on them especially when it's about shows or movies

you don't trust people immediately, but you have a small group of very close friends that you stick with

if you were a drink you would be cola

your favorite shows are: rick and morty, doctor who, parks and rec, house md, futurama

i feel like there's the breaking bad intps, the star wars intps, and the lotrs intps, but i don't really see you as any of those 🤷‍♀️

intp's are pretty accepting people, but i think you are very much against pinneapple on pizza

if you were an animal you would be a giraffe

#mistype360 #i really dont know what to tag this as tbh #about me #there we go #sure why not

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wheredafandomat · 2 years ago

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Someone great 💚P13💚

Loki x Divorced! Female Reader

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For the rest of the night, you kept noticing Bucky looking at you strangely and you wondered whether you was just being paranoid considering he could have potentially heard your very steamy phone call with Loki. You began to worry, wondering whether he heard Lokis voice, if he knew. You felt ridiculous for even caring about his feelings considered how he had betrayed you in the past but you always hated lowering your standards to others despite how low theirs were compared to yours. Bucky eventually called it a night, putting Olivia to bed, wishing you a goodnight after he did so. You found yourself wanting to call Loki again but glancing at the time, you decided not to.

The following morning was your last morning at the Barnes’s and what a weekend it had been. You felt almost sad that you’d have to return home where you’d not have your meals prepared for you, where you’d not have Bucky parenting Olivia with you. The one thing you were looking forward too was seeing Loki face to face again. Regardless of the fact that it had only really been a few days, you had missed him. His real voice. His real smile. His real touch. You were aching to see him. You smiled to yourself at the thought of being reunited with him only to look up to see Bucky looking at you. You cleared your throat, narrowing your gaze slightly before he looked away, focusing on Alexis who had just walked into the room. Strangely enough, you offered her a smile, a smile she returned. Once she reached Bucky, she pecked him on the cheek before sitting and again, you felt nothing. This weekend was a trial and you had ended it the victor. All you could think about was the feeling of Lokis lips against your cheek as he fucked you slowly, sensually, it was a thought that was wildly inappropriate for the breakfast table.

You finished packing your things before helping Olivia do the same. She said bye to her grandparents whilst Bucky loaded the car with the addition of Alexis’s bags which were apparently also travelling with you three as well as boobs herself who you thought of referring to by a different name but still found that to be the most fitting, all things considered. You said bye to George and Winnifred too, Winnifred whispering in your ear about how much she still preferred you. You laughed, pulling back as you gave her a knowing smile before heading towards the car. You strapped Olivia in before closing the door and opening the door to the other side before Alexis interrupted you.

“You can sit in the front if you’d like.” She offered.

“I’m fine here thanks.” You answered, sitting next to Olivia and wishing you had driven yourself. Yes you were over Bucky and didn’t care about his and Alexis’ public displays of affection but it didn’t mean you had to see it every second, although, it was a little strange when Bucky didn’t reciprocate her subtle touches.

Within the first half an hour, Liv was asleep of course, hand wrapped around Mr Giraffes neck before you removed it, holding him in your own hand before she could drop him. Looking at the long necked plushie, you thought about the one Loki had bought for her, the one that was too large to be carried around everywhere. That was kind, something he didn’t have to do and definitely something you’d look for in a man if you were potentially looking for another relationship. Eventually, you rested your forehead on the window glass, allowing your eyes to fall closed before you too fell asleep.

You were woken up by Bucky nudging your shoulder lightly causing your eyes to fly open as you almost jumped out of the car causing Bucky to flinch.

“Damn, what is it with moms and them waking up?” He huffed.

“Its just what we do.” You laughed, stretching as Bucky made his way towards the other side, helping Olivia out of the car.

“Could I use your bathroom please?” Alexis asked.

“Sure.” You nodded before she too got out of the car. You all headed towards your front door, Bucky holding your bags as you got your key out and unlocked it. Alexis had been to your house before so you just gestured her upstairs before she excused herself.

“Want me to take these up?” Bucky offered.

“I can manage.” You answered before he placed the bags down.

“Y/n.” He then started, eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah?” You prompted, waiting for him to speak as his expression changed into an unrecognisable one again, almost questioning. “Yes?”

“Are you seeing someone?“ he blurted.

That was definitely none of his business and nothing he should have had any qualms over considering his adultery which lead to the ending of your marriage and the fact that his new perky girlfriend was currently in your bathroom.

“No.” You lied. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him that you were in fact seeing someone, his close friend, plus, you were a little confused when it came to you and Lokis status at the moment. “And if I was?” You dared, Bucky seemingly lost for words. He opened his mouth to speak before Alexis walked back down the stairs.

“You ready?” He asked her as she walked towards him.

“Yeah.” She smiled before saying bye to Olivia. Bucky’s eyes met yours again, his brow slightly knitted. “It was nice seeing you y/n.” Alexis grinned, wishing you a farewell.

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Bucky said to her before she took his car keys and left. Picking up Olivia, Bucky kissed her cheek. “Goodbye sweetheart, daddy loves you.”

“Bye daddy.” She replied as he put her down.

Turning to you, Bucky began to speak.

“I mean if you were—”

“Goodbye Bucky.” You interrupted him.

“See ya.” He then spoke, letting his desired words die on his lips as he pecked your cheek before leaving. Once the door closed, you released a breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. Of all the men in the world, why Loki. Even though it was basically just casual sex, why did it have to be with someone you shared a past with, someone Bucky knew personally, and why did it have to feel so good? You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. You sighed, you had to admit that this was a little bit of a mess. Bucky had moved on, you had too and yet you felt like you hadn’t, like you couldn’t.

Pushing your personal worries to the back of your mind, you unpacked the bags, washed Olivia’s clothes, changed her bedding, made dinner for you both and read her a story before bed. It was only at around 9PM that you had a moment to yourself to reply to the text Loki had sent you earlier asking you to call him once you were free. Free, you poured yourself a glass of wine before settling against the couch and calling Loki, a call he didn’t answer. You felt a little disheartened, annoyed even that he didn’t answer before reminding yourself that he technically had no obligation to you. This however didn’t stop you from embarrassingly answering on the first ring when he called you back.

You spoke for a while, Loki telling you about work before you planned to meet tomorrow. Pepper was picking the children up from school and taking them back to her place meaning you had a bit of free time to mess around with the handsome secret. The conversation eventually turned a little steamier, switching to a FaceTime call before you heard little footsteps on the stairs. Panicked, you hung up the phone before making your way to Olivia.

“What’s the matter babygirl?” You asked as she rubbed her eye with the back of her hand.

“My belly hurts.” She replied, placing her hand against it.

“Aww baby” you cooed, picking her up “wanna sleep in mummy’s bed tonight?”

“Yess.” She smiled as you carried her towards it before laying her down.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water okay.”

You left the room, heading back downstairs before picking your phone up and messaging Loki.

Y/N: See you tomorrow hot stuff x

You made your way towards the kitchen, getting a glass of water before Loki replied.

Loki💚: Hot stuff? Surely I’m sexy stuff 😉

You grabbed the water, going back upstairs as you laughed at the message.

“Here you go sweets.” You spoke, handing Olivia the glass she took a sip of before asking you to put it down. You did so, rubbing her stomach until she fell asleep.

Y/N: See you tomorrow, sexy stuff x

Fucking cockblock Bucky and his cockblock daughter 🤬

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starter-library · 2 years ago

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YEARNING THEMED LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMES/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

Glimpse of Us (Joji)

“Why then, if she's so perfect do I still wish that it was you?”

“Perfect don't mean that it's workin' so what can I do?”

“Sometimes, I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us”

“I try to fall for her touch but I'm thinking of the way it was”

“I'm only here passing time in her arms, hoping I'll find a glimpse of us”

“Tell me he savors your glory, Does he laugh the way I did?”

“Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived”

My Heart is Buried in Venice (Ricky Montgomery)

“My heart is buried in Venice, hidden beneath all my worries and doubt”

“My heart is buried in Venice waiting for someone to take it home”

“Even when you try to hide it a smile creeps out from your teeth”

“I never thought I would have to say I’m sorry for anyone but me”

“Say what you mean”

“Tell me the truth or tell me you’re through”

“Don’t leave me to breathe”

“Don’t leave me to bleed for someone who chose to leave me be”

Hold Me (Steam Powered Giraffe)

“You told me you'd hold me, hold me 'til the mornin' light”

“You saved me, saved me from my own foolish blight”

“I'm strong now strong enough to cry only at night”

“I see how it can't be now- now that you're away”

“I wish that I could be like my father, he always knew what was right”

“I wish that I could be like my mother, she always tucked me in tight”

Movies (Conan Gray)

“I want a love like the movies”

“I look at you like you're perfect for me”

“If you are the diamond, then I am the ring”

“I've been livin' life in fiction”

“In my head, we're dancing in the dark in my head, we kiss under the stars”

“We’re holding hands, but it’s all just for show ‘cause Monday through Friday, we both barely spoke”

“They don’t know, they can't know”

“You say that it's over, but why does she call you at 3AM and 4AM? That's a funny way of staying friends”

“In my head, we never grow apart, In my head, you never break my heart”

“We lost all the love that we had and I can't pretend it'll ever come back”

I Hope Your Husband Dies (Amigo The Devil)

“Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really messes up”

“I'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up”

“All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing cause every mile I travelled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring”

“I hope your husband dies”

“Living in the moments hard when everything I want is in the past”

“When I had you near me I just couldn't think of anything to say but now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday”

“Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really fucks things up”

“I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough”

“Time and time again, time reminds me you'll never be my own”

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alphabetbill · 3 years ago

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Bill Skarsgard Alphabet- Your relationship with Bill

Here’s a list from A-Z about what your relationship with Bill would be like.

A list of headcannons of what Bill x reader’s relationship.

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Note- If one of the letters is flagged with an asterixis * it means it is slightly suggestive or NSFW.

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A- Affection

Bill is actually quite affectionate with you, always preferring to have one arm around you shoulders when sitting on the couch together, holding your hand, quick kisses on the head, cheek and shoulder. Warm hugs from behind, with Bill resting his chin on your head. He likes to reassure himself by being in the comfort of your company, and it always feels so strange when he’s away from you filming on set. He likes to cuddle a lot when he wants to relax and unwind, because Bill is a pretty busy dude so whenever he can get the chance to sit back and rest with you, it’s usually on the bed taking a quick power nap before it’s back to it again.

B- Buying gifts

Bill isn’t really big on receiving big fancy gifts, because really, what would he need them for? You are the same. He does make sure to stop at each place on his press tours and pick out a souvenir to bring home to you. He also likes bringing home little props or souvenirs from set. You still have the little Pennywise teddy he got you sitting over on your desk. The little red pom-pom nose and the orange yarn fluffy hair is so adorable.

C- Comfort

When you are feeling down or sad, Bill can nearly always pick up on it straight away. He has a way with reading people’s emotions and then employing the method of comfort that would best suit the situation. If you want to talk, he will listen, and if you want to be left alone, he will do that, but not for too long.

He’ll check up on you every so often through the day just to make sure you’re okay. Bill’s warm, gigantic hugs and reassuring kisses always manage to make you feel a bit better. When it’s Bill whose feeling off, you let him talk. Bill isn’t the kind of guy to be able to keep things bottled up for a long period of time because it tends to make him feel tired and weighed down, and that’s not a fun time for either of you. You always listen to him when he vents everything he’s feeling, usually with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair or his hands.

D- Date

Bill would be a chill, relaxing type of guy when it comes to dates. He knows that you don’t want to be doing something big and exciting every single time, that would be tiring. He loves taking you out for dinner, but he loves making dinner for you and setting up a romantic little dinner date out on the porch or terrace, and surprising you. Often, dates between you two will be completely out of the blue. ‘Hey, want to go somewhere?’ ‘Hey lets go for a picnic by the beach’.

On the days when you guys do feel like doing something more adventurous, the zoo tends to be the fan favourite, and you also like to go skiing, and hiking to see new places and things.

E- Encouragement/Excitement

You are both very supportive of each other and your professions, so much so that as soon as the other person catches a whiff of success, you are there to celebrate with each other by any means. You and Bill like to hype each other up and get all excited when the other person gets excited, almost as if your happiness is conjoined. You are always excited for Bill’s new projects, and support him through it all the way up until it’s completed and ready for the world to see.

F- Fighting

Bill likes to avoid conflict, especially if it involves any kind of yelling and screaming at you, someone he loves. He doesn’t believe that yelling helps at all, infact it only makes matters worse, and instead of actually getting the other person to listen to them, it only makes them more mad and they keep on yelling when no one is actually listening. He doesn’t like yelling at you because it feels almost violent, and he doesn’t want to scare you into listening to him. He’s aware of how intimidating he looks when he’s mad. He encourages the both of you to instead sit down and talk about things maturely, talking about how he feels and why he feels that way, and always attentively listening to what you have to say as well. It’s important in the relationship that you have a sense of equality, that both go heard and your opinions both valued. From then on, depending on the severity of the argument, you move on to figure out the best solution to moving past it or around it.

G- Gestures

Bill is big on friendly, helpful little gestures to remind you that he loves you. You both like to leave little notes in places for each other to find, with quotes or reassurances written on them like ‘You can do this!’ ‘I love you!’ ‘You look amazing today’. It gives you guys a little confidence boost, because sometimes you both need it. In terms of physical gestures, Bill likes to hold your hand a lot of the time when you walk, almost as if you might wander off and get lost if he lets go. He also likes to buy you flowers. If he sees a bunch of flowers in the shop window from the corner of his eye, and he instantly thinks of you, he will buy them for you. You aren’t really sure what use you would have for flowers, but you absolutely admire the sweet gesture.

H- How you sleep

It’s no secret that Bill is a very tall and lanky person. Because of this, sometimes its hard for him to find just the right position to sleep it, however he has learned to adjust and adapt to any position or place to make it feel comfortable. He lays on his back a lot of the time and pulls you close to him, either tucked up beside him with your arm across his torso, or with your head on his chest or heart while he plays with your hair.

You both talk for hours, and will stay up until you fall asleep mid conversation. It’s funny when Bill will be talking, and he goes to ask you a question, and he finds you fast asleep beside him. ‘Seriously? Did you just fall asleep on me? Were you listening to any of that?”

I- Impression

When Bill was first introduced to you, he thought you were so gorgeous and beautiful, with that amazing smile and beautiful eyes. He is a bit nervous at the best of times, but you made him particularly nervous. He always was conscious over the way he spoke to you and how he appealed to you. He’s had a giant crush on you since the day he met you, and knew instantly that if he didn’t do something to make you his, he would never be the same.

Your impression of him was similar. You could not believe such a handsome guy was standing right there talking to you! He made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence in your mind without feeling overwhelmingly flushed by him standing next to you, or ‘accidentally’ brushing up against you.

J- Jokes

Are you and Bill a playful or more serious couple?

You two are able to maintain a healthy balance of both playful and serious. You like to tease each other a lot, particularly about the height difference, and Bill’s unholy inhuman tallness. You always joke to him about how secretly Bill must have been born in a zoo to a giraffe and then dropped in Sweden by accident.

You both know when to be serious though, and understand that not everything can be all fun and games. If someone isn’t feeling great, you can learn to adjust and turn the jokes down to make sure they are okay.

K- Kids

Bill would absolutely love to have kids with you, ideally two, not anywhere near as many as how many his parents had. He wants to be able to spread his fatherly love between children and make time for them both equally, and adore them as much as he adores you.

L- Love

What does Bill love the most about you?

Physically, Bill is in love with two things- your smile and your hair. Both of these things are the two things that he thinks are flawlessly, effortlessly perfect every single time he sees you, even if you wake up in the morning with a serious case of bedhead. But Bill loves everything about you, most of all how supportive you are, and how you are always there for him even if you don’t have to be.

M- Memory/moment

Your favourite memory of you and Bill together is how it felt when he kissed you for the first time. You remember all the tingling feelings, and how excited and nervous you were, but happy that this was finally happening.

Bill’s favourite memory is when you said yes to going out with him for the first time. He felt so accomplished and happy with himself, like if he could get the girl, he could do anything. He remembers feeling surprised that you said yes, and how scared he was that you would turn him down and tell him you weren’t interested in him in that way.

*N- Nudes

Usually, if you do send them, it’s when Bill is away in Toronto filming a movie and he’s missing you. You both tend to flirt over text more than you do in real life.

O- Optimist level

You and Bill are both optimistic and realistic. You can see both the good side of things and the bad.

P- Period

When you are on your period, Bill knows instantly that it’s gonna be a pretty crappy time for you, so he tries to make it as least crappy as possible. He has a basket of chocolate reserved just for you on the days when it’s bad, and stays home with you all day cuddling and watching movies. If you are in a significant amount of pain, he will do most practical things for you like house work. He’s very sweet and caring for you, running to the store to get products and shamelessly carrying them. Anything for you, he’s not embarrassed, he knows that it’s a normal thing and it should be normalized for boyfriends to buy their girlfriends products.

Q- Quality Time- how do you spend it?

You and Bill spend all the time you can possibly get with each other. All the time is quality time with you guys, and Bill makes time to set aside his work or script reading to spend time with you. He’s away for long periods of time, so he wants to make sure that he can spend enough time with you to make up for that, and make sure that you know he loves you.

R- Romantic- how much of a romantic are they?

Oh. Bill is romantic. He especially likes to wine and dine with you, making the whole setting perfect just for you. He manages to make everything romantic, everything he does, and you aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose or whether that’s just him as a person.

*S- Sex

You and Bill do it often, but its not seen as something at the top of importance between you. You prefer to spend time talking together and just enjoying each other’s company, rather than getting all physical. That kind of intimacy is done in the bedroom every couple of days or so, or really whenever you feel the need to. It’s important to also note that Bill is very respectful about it, and always makes sure that whatever he does you are comfortable with.

Anywhere outside the privacy of the bedroom for him always feels so awkward, and he likes both of you to be comfortable.

T- Trust

You trust Bill with your life, and he trusts you too. You feel safe opening up to him and telling him things that you normally wouldn’t tell people. You know that he would never cheat on you, and don’t get easily jealous by girls that he kisses or fake hooks up with in movies. You know that this is all staged and it is a part of acting, and always makes sure that Bill knows that it’s okay.

U- Understand

You and Bill understand each other very well. There are of course some things that you don’t get about each other, like why you like certain foods that do not go together, why you believe something, things like that. You think alike in terms of the way you look at life, and how you see the world. You feel like you guys just get each other, y’know?

V- Vulnerability

Bill is very open with you about how he feels, and you are to him as well. If he’s sad or upset he will tell you and talk about it. He isn’t afraid that crying will make him seem less of a man, and also doesn’t judge you when you cry around him. Bill is a sap and definitely cries in sad scenes of movies.

W- Wedding- What would your ideal wedding be?

Bill would want it to be fantastic and memorable, as I’m sure everyone would. His family and friends would be there and so would yours. It would be an outdoors wedding beneath the sunshine- provided it doesn’t rain. You would most likely go on a honeymoon to somewhere you have both always wanted to go, and it would be an amazing, relaxing get away.

*X- X-rated

Does Bill have any kinks?

Most likely no, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things with you.

Y- Young and beautiful- how long will you guys last?

As far as Bill is concerned, you will have children, grandchildren, and get old together. You are gorgeous now, and you will always be gorgeous to him. He is big on committing to you, and you are to him.

Z- Zing!

How much excitement is there in your relationship?

You guys are always adapting and adjusting to Bill being away and all kinds of things that life might throw at you. It’s pretty exciting dating an actor, isn’t it?

The thrill of secrecy and not getting caught. You often like to make bets on who will be noticed in a crowd first, you or him?

Life is just full of wonders and mystery, and you can’t wait to explore more of those together!

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