#the adventure zone tickling

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i feel like we don't talk about twosun enough. its inherently very interesting. this is the world that shaped our heroes. but the minutiae is easy to make up to suit your purposes and none of it ultimately matters to the narrative. trying to think of what we know about this world. there are 2 suns. a purple sky. it was a hard world (aren't all worlds?). there was a spaceship.

so what's the technological state of this world? hard to say. there's a spaceship, first of its kind, but how specific is that? is it the first flying ship at all, or only the first to leave the planar system? the light fell down a year before the starblaster took off, since the hunger came down right on that day. the ipre had the light for one year. how much did that contribute to their technological advancement? (i hate the idea of 'advancement' as if it's some inevitable linear progress but bear with me here, that's the easiest language to use). were they building ships beforehand? what else did they have?

here's how i tend to think of it: the ipre has the light. the ipre is already quite "advanced" for this world. here are things the ipre has, so by extension twosun has: bond engines, indoor plumbing, industrialized steel production. however i don't tend to think of twosun as a globalized world. so there are many places that do not have these things. and of course these are all things we think of as "advanced" but they also lack many things we think of as technological "advancement," like steam engines, or concrete. anyway.

i don't think its possible for the light of creation to have inspired all of this in only one year. this world was already well on its way. the ipre already existed, it already built spaceships. just not as ambitiously, and more rooted in magic than technology (the idea that magic is just science/technology you don't understand yet is very fun, but in this case i think magic is very much different, and has a longer history. although it can be used in tandem with tech, like in the bond engine).

and aside from technologically i tend to think of it as very politically fractured and chaotic. small regional governments with little reach, fraught and difficult trade, certainly no formal schooling systems (there are, like, wizard universities, all with different inscrutable systems, and then the ipre, and that's your choices for "education"). which is why there's more tech in some places than others.

the most interesting thing is, i think, the difference in lifespans among our crew. magnus, lucretia, and barry know only a more or less industrialized world (although i do tend to have barry grown up rural, that'd be one of those places all this tech hasn't quite reached yet), where there's an organization that sends spaceships with engines to different planes of this reality, and now with a little extra kick from the light, to different realities entirely. magnus has only ever showered with water from pipes indoors. he doesn't bat an eye at buildings made of all metal and glass. but lup and taako grew up in a medieval fantasy world. this shit's all, like, seventy years old max, and they've been around for nearly two centuries. they were bathing in big medieval washtubs as kids. their clothes were all handmade. merle too, although he grew up off the grid anyway. and probably davenport as well, but he would've been more immersed in tech, growing up in a gnomish warren. which is maybe why he was such a good pick for pilot of the starblaster.

but also: we see some of the same happen in faerun. even there it's not clear what the time period is. it's fantasy, all swords and sorcery. but there's trains and arcane engines and skyscrapers. again, not globalized, these things exist in isolated pockets. is it the light? did it still manage to have subtle influence all those years? is it just the luck of the millers finding a window into the plane of thought? is the real answer just that it's inconsistent in whatever way makes the most fun story? is it fun to play in the space of trying to make sense of it anyway?

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Hi! I'm currently taking writing requests for short (200~ w) (sfw) tickling snippets for the following fandoms:

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[mariclerc]

just finished reading the new chapter of an unexpected role and MORE LILY x GRID INTERACTIONS PLSS

Thank you very much for this request!! I love writing Lily's adventures in the paddock, it seems very cute to me 🥺🥺🥺

An unexpected role (pt.6) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: none, just fluff as usual.

Follow the series!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Sunlight streams through the window of the Ferrari motorhome. You're sprawled on a plush sofa with Lily, your two-year-old daughter, she sits beside you with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her hand. She giggles as a video plays on your phone, showing her interactions with the Red Bull mechanics earlier.

“Hey amore, are you almost ready?” he calls from another room.

“Almost, just gotta find Lily's lucky socks!” you say smiling.

Lily throws her head back and laughs, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. You scoop her up, tickling her tummy. Visits to the paddock are more frequent now, since the first race you and Lily attended everyone in the paddock and the teams love you both, it's like a breath of fresh air in the paddock, and not to mention the fans, after the initial hatred little by little they gave in and now they adore you two.

“Where did my little lucky charm get all this cookie on her, huh?” you say softly while looking at her.

“Dan-iel!” Lily says.

“Oh, Daniel spoiled you again, didn't he?” you shake your head.

Suddenly footsteps are heard approaching the room.

“There they are! My two favorite girls.” He says entering the room with a playful smile on his face. Charles ruffles Lily's hair, who squeals in delight. “Found those lucky socks yet?”

“Yup, she had hidden them in my bag. Naughty little girl.” You say with a giggle and then lean towards Lily and put on her socks and butterfly shoes.

Charles raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “How about a pre-race cuddle session to appease the racing gods?”

Lily claps her hands and squirms out of your arms, making a beeline for Charles. He scoops her up, showering her face with kisses.

“Careful, you might give her pre-race jitters!” you say laughing.

Charles winks at you. “Nah, she's got Leclerc blood in her veins, she thrives on competition. Just ask all the mechanics she's been racing around the paddock with today.”

“Speaking of which, did you see the fan videos circulating online? Lily giving Valtteri a high five was adorable.”

“I know, right? It's amazing how much everyone loves having her around. You'd think she's been on the grid since day one.” he smiles softly.

You lean in and kiss Charles softly.

“She brings a different kind of energy to the paddock, doesn't she? Reminds everyone there's more to life than trophies.” you whisper.

“Oh, absolutely! You and Lily are my lucky charms, my whole world! Now come on, let's get this show on the road.” he said while holding you close.

You hand Charles Lily's stuffed bunny, a constant companion on race days.

“Go get 'em, champ! We'll be cheering you on from the pit wall, as always.”

“Always.” he kisses your forehead.

He takes Lily's hand, leading them both out of the motorhome. As they disappear down the hallway, you can't help but smile. Charles may be a racing champion, but in this moment, you and Lily are his biggest victories.

***

Charles emerges from the motorhome, Lily bouncing in his arms, her hair bouncing in a mini ponytail. The paddock is a hive of activity, mechanics bustling with purpose, engineers huddled over laptops, and fans straining for a glimpse of their racing heroes.

A collective gasp rises as Charles appears, Lily's bright eyes taking in the scene with wide-eyed wonder.

“Buongiorno everyone! Ready for another race?” he says while smiling to the fans in the paddock fan-zone area.

The crowd erupts in cheers.

“Forza Charles! And ciao bella Lily!” says a smiling little fan while waving his hand.

“Ci-ao!” Lily says waving her little hand.

Charles chuckles, then spots Logan Sargeant strolling towards them, a grin plastered on his face.

“Leclerc! Looking sharp today, even with your little pre-race mascot.”

Lily reaches out, giggling. “Lo-gan!”

Logan scoops her up in a playful hug, earning another round of cheers from the crowd.

“Looks like you've got some competition this weekend, mate.” Logan giggled.

Charles feigns a frown. “Don't worry, Sargeant. I'm sure I can handle a little competition... Especially when she's this cute.” He winks at Lily, who giggles and buries her face in his neck. Photographers snap pictures like crazy, capturing the adorable interaction.

“Looks like someone's got a lot of fans to sign autographs for today.” You say walking behind them.

“Only the best fans, amore. Now, come on, let's get down to the grid. It's showtime!” He says, handing Lily back to you.

You follow Charles through the throng of fans, Lily nestled comfortably in your arms. As you walk, you hear snippets of conversation, all praising Lily's cuteness and the joy she brings to the paddock.

One little girl, clutching a Ferrari flag, yells out:

“Good luck, Lily! You too, Mr. Leclerc!”

Lily waves enthusiastically at the little girl, a smile splitting her face wide open. You glance at Charles, a silent understanding passing between you. This little girl, surrounded by the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd, is exactly where she belongs. The paddock may be her playground for now, but who knows? Maybe one day, she'll be the one stealing the show on the grid.

***

The roar of the crowd intensifies as they approach the grid. Charles, focused on the upcoming race, gives you a quick but reassuring squeeze on the hand.

“Alright ma belle, listen. I gotta get ready. You and Lily find a good spot at the pit wall, alright?”

“Don't worry about us, we'll be your loudest cheerleaders. Go get 'em, champ!” you say while nudging him playfully.

He leans down and kisses Lily's forehead.

“Be good for mama, okay? And remember, papa loves you the most.” he says to Lily and he gives her a little kiss on her cheek.

Lily giggles, clinging to her bunny plushie. A young Ferrari mechanic, a teenage girl with grease stains on her overalls, approaches you both shyly.

“Hey there, little super star. You want to see the car before the race starts? It's super fast, just like you!” the mechanic tells Lily timidly.

Lily's eyes widen with excitement.

“Would you like that, Lily?” you asked Lily while smiling.

Lily nods enthusiastically.

“Thank you so much, that would be amazing!” you tell the mechanic.

The mechanic beams, clearly delighted. “No problem at all! Follow me, little miss.”

The mechanic leads Lily, her eyes sparkling with wonder, towards the gleaming red Ferrari. You watch them go, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. The paddock, once a world of flashing lights and roaring engines, has become a second home, filled with people who adore your little family.

You find a spot at the pit wall, just as Charles takes his position in the cockpit. He looks out towards the crowd, his gaze locking with yours for a brief moment. You give him a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. He nods, a flicker of determination in his eyes.

The lights go out, plunging the grid into an electrifying darkness. Then, with a deafening roar, the engines ignite. Charles is off, a blur of red against the grey asphalt. You hold Lily close, her tiny hands clutching her bunny plushie.

“There he goes, baby! That's papa!”

Lily doesn't take her eyes off the track, her small voice joining the chorus of cheers as Charles battles for position. The race is on, and you know, no matter what the outcome, this day, filled with love, family, and the thrill of the race, the paddock visits will always be one of the best adventures for you and Lily.

***

Lily's eyes are glued to the track, tracing the red blur that is Charles' car with rapt attention. You, however, find yourself drawn to a group of young engineers huddled nearby. Their animated discussion, usually filled with technical jargon, has an undercurrent of worry that sends a shiver down your spine.

You catch snippets of their conversation: "front wing damage," "pit stop for repairs," "crucial time lost." A pit stop this early in the race could throw Charles' entire strategy off balance.

Anxiety gnaws at you, but you force a smile for Lily, brushing back a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

“See that big red car down there, honey? That's papa! He's having a little trouble with his car, but the clever engineers will fix it up in no time, alright?” you whisper softly at Lily.

Lily nods, her brow furrowed in concentration. The little girl beside you, normally brimming with boundless energy, seems to have sensed the tension in the air.

“Why don't we send papa some good luck vibes? Close your eyes really tight and think of the fastest, strongest Ferrari ever!” you whisper again leaning closer to her.

Lily closes her eyes tight, squeezing her stuffed bunny with all her might. You follow suit, a silent prayer forming on your lips for Charles' safety and a successful race.

Suddenly, a flurry of activity erupts in the Ferrari pit lane... Mechanics scramble, tools glinting in the afternoon sun. Charles pulls into the pit box, the red flag forcing an unplanned early stop. You watch with a mixture of apprehension and admiration as the team works with lightning speed, their practiced movements a well-oiled machine.

Just as your heart starts hammering against your ribs, the pit stop ends. Charles, with a fresh wing and a determined glint in his eyes, roars back onto the track.

The red flag is lifted, and the race resumes with renewed intensity. The crowd erupts in cheers, their anticipation hanging heavy in the air. You grab Lily's hand, squeezing it tightly.

“There he goes! Now let's see papa show everyone what a true champion is made of!”

Lily beams, a spark of mischief returning to her eyes. She raises her tiny fist in the air, chanting along with the crowd. “Go papa go! Go papa!” she smiles shyly.

You watch, a rollercoaster of emotions churning inside you, as Charles battles his way back up the field. The race has taken an unexpected turn, but one thing remains certain: your family is in it together, for every pit stop, every thrilling overtake, and every victory (or defeat) that awaits your family on the racetrack.

***

Disappointment hangs heavy in the air as the winner's car streaks past the finish line. Charles follows close behind, his red Ferrari a blur of consolation. The crowd, initially buzzing with anticipation, erupts in a mix of cheers and groans. Lily, perched on your shoulders, scans the track with wide, confused eyes.

“Papa?” Lily asks you with a tender look.

“There he is, honey! Look, it's the red car!” You point to the part of the track where Charles' car is located.

Charles navigates his way through the final corners, bringing the Ferrari to a stop in the designated post-race area. The roar of the engine fades, replaced by a wave of mixed emotions washing over you. While a tiny part of you yearns for the elation of victory, the bigger part swells with pride at Charles' fighting spirit. He may not have secured the top spot, but he fought hard, his skill evident in every daring overtake and smooth maneuver.

Mechanics swarm the car, their faces etched with a mixture of disappointment and respect. Charles emerges from the cockpit, his helmet tucked under his arm. His expression is a mask of controlled emotions, but a flicker of disappointment momentarily clouds his eyes.

He scans the crowd, searching for his family. When he spots you and Lily, a wave of relief washes over him. He strides towards you, a determined glint returning to his eyes.

“There you are! Come here, mes amours.” He says addressing the two of you.

You weave through the throng of fans, a mix of congratulatory pats and sympathetic murmurs on your way to Charles. The air crackles with the post-race energy, a bittersweet symphony of cheers and dejection.

Charles scoops you both into a tight embrace, the familiar scent of adrenaline and sweat wrapping around you. You bury your face in his chest, offering silent comfort for a battle well fought but narrowly lost.

“You were amazing out there, Charles. We're so proud of you.” You whisper as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I know it wasn't the win we were hoping for, but...” he kiss your forehead.

He trails off, his gaze falling on Lily, who watches the post-race celebrations with a furrowed brow.

“Hey little champ, what do you say we celebrate papa's second place with some ice cream? How does that sound?” He says smiling at Lily.

Lily's face lights up with a radiant smile, all traces of confusion forgotten. “Ice cream! Yaaay!”

Charles throws his head back and laughs, the sound a welcome release after the tension of the race.

“See? Second place isn't so bad after all, especially when you have the best pit crew a driver could ask for.” He says smiling at you.

He winks at you, the familiar spark back in his eyes. You smile, knowing that win or lose, your family bond remains the strongest trophy of all. Together, you navigate the bustling paddock, Charles and Lily hand in hand, ready to celebrate his second place and the unwavering love that binds them. The race may be over, but the joy of being together remains the most precious victory.

***

As the three of you walk through the paddock, several staff members and the drivers stop to say goodbye to the three of you... In particular, say goodbye to little Lily, since she has become the little princess of the paddock.

Lily lets out a little scream when she sees Oscar. “Osc! Osc!” she says, jumping up and down and smiles when she sees the young Australian. “Mama! Can I... 'ay goodbye to Osc?” She asked you and you smiled at her.

“Of course you can, honey pie! But be careful, okay?” you said sweetly and she let go of your hand and walked towards Oscar.

Charles let out a small chuckle as the two of you looked at Lily walking towards Oscar, Obviously you two followed her closely, but without stopping her little adventure.

Oscar looked down to see Lily, who had a smile from ear to ear. “Oh, hello there little Lily!” He said giving her a smile and bent down to take her in his arms. “What are you doing walking around the paddock alone? You know it's bad, right?” Oscar told her and she just stuck her tongue out at him as a joke.

Lily turned her little head towards you and Charles. “Mama and papa, there Osc!” She said pointing to Oscar where you and Charles were standing, you smiled at the young Australian.

Oscar smiled at the two of you and moved a little closer to you. “Hey, congratulations on the podium Charles!” says Oscar, greeting Charles friendly. “I got scared when I saw Lily walking alone in the paddock... Why did she come towards me?” He asked with a small grimace on his face.

You smiled softly. “Well she wanted to say goodbye to you.”

“Yes... And apparently she fell in love with you.” Charles said softly and Oscar's eyes widened.

“Oh, that’s so cute Lily!” he said as he hugged Lily.

“Bye Osc!” Lily said as she got out of his arms.

Both you and Charles said goodbye to the Australian and headed towards the exit of the paddock with a Lily who was somewhat curious about her surroundings.

***

When you got to the hotel room, Lily was quite exhausted from the day of adventures she had had, so, with the help of Charles, you gave her a bath and put her pajamas on. Between the two of you, you told her a bedtime story while she snuggled with her stuffed bunny Mimi.

Charles leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams my little one. I love you.” he whispered sweetly towards Lily.

“Luv you da!” she said a little sleepy.

You leave the joint room and you stood in your place. Charles turned on his heel and looked at you.

“Are you coming love?” he asked tenderly.

You blinked. “Yes... Yes honey, just give me a moment, okay?” You tell him and he nodded as he walked to the bed that was in the center of the room.

Carefully, you opened your travel bag and took out an envelope with some papers that you had been processing for a couple of months. With the help of Fred, Lorenzo and Pascale you were able to do this, you wanted Charles to officially be Lily's dad... And maybe they don't have a blood relationship or anything else, but the connection that exists between the two of them and, in general, between the three of you, is something incredible and even though neither you nor he are married, the fact that Lily bears his last name is more than enough for you.

You carefully walked back to the room with the envelope behind you. “I would like to give you this.” You whispered softly while you handed him the envelope and he sat on the bed.

He looked at you somewhat confused. “What is this darling?” he asked.

“Find out for yourself... Open it.” you whispered again.

He opened the envelope delicately and took out the papers, some contained the entire legal process to be able to have paternity rights, kinship by affinity and so on, until he reached the last one that said: Lily Marie Leclerc, he looked at you with watery eyes. “Honey... I.” he said with a small voice. “I'm... I'm her dad, chérie... Tell me it's not a dream.”

You smiled at him. “It's not a dream my love, you're officially her dad.” you said and hugged him with all your strength. “Happy Father's Day mon amour!” you whispered and placed several kisses on his face, he couldn't believe it, he was officially a dad.

“Oh god, this is.. This is the best gift I have ever been given in my life! Oh mon cœur, thank you for this!” He said now with happy tears running down his face and you smiled lovingly.

“It's nothing baby boy... I thought, well, we should make it official.” you giggled.

While you two were hugging each other, a new adventure began for your little family... The now Leclerc family and you simply couldn't be happier about this, because you and Lily feel happy, much happier than you both had been before you met him.

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The Angel With Horns Pt. 1

summary: you accept a teaching position at jujutsu high where you get to work with your childhood crush, suguru geto. unfortunately, that means you'll also have to work with your childhood nemesis, satoru gojo. are you going to rekindle new flames or potentially make new ones?

wordcount: 7.3k 🙃 (this is pt. 1 and it's four chapters long)

c/w: gojo/fem!reader, geto/fem!reader, gojo/oc, geto/oc, modern!au, teacher!au, smut, fluff & smut, some plot, plot what plot, flashbacks, timeskip, asshole!gojo, flirty!gojo, cocky!gojo, soft!geto, cousin!shoko, mutual pining, teasing, flirting, playful banter, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, sensual tension, sexual tension, pet names (angel), dry humping, fingering, oral, fantasizing, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of cursed energy, inappropriate use of cursed techniques

a/n: eeeep. this is my first fanfic so feedback is welcome 🥺it’s a first person pov where the unnamed oc is meant to be the reader! Currently working on Part 2!

edit: just posted this part on ao3 if you'd rather read it there!

✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦

Chapter 1: Reunited

It’s clear as day but my mind is fuzzy. There are thousands of thoughts surging through me, but all I can focus on is the pleasure filling my body. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve always wondered if this day would ever come. My hips are pinned against his counter. Arms stretching wide while my fingers grip his sink. My neck rolls back as the rays of light blind me from his window. 

In my head, I’ve spent countless hours wondering how it feels to have his body pressed against mine. Or how his breath hovers on my neck as he pulls me closer. His scent is undeniably sweet, but the way he handles me tells me that he’s everything but that.

“I always thought you were a good girl,” he growls in my ear, kissing his way down to my neck like it was never his to claim. “I never expected you to prove me wrong.”

I imagined how his kisses would consume me, how his touch would paralyze me, and how his moans would ignite me. But in all these years, I never imagined this entire fantasy would be with someone else instead.

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TWO WEEKS AGO

The clouds begin to subside as I walk through the familiar gates of Jujutsu High. The droplets of rain fade away and a strange mix of emotions hit my core. Today marks the beginning of my journey as a teacher here, but I can't stop myself from feeling a pang of anxiety. Amid the unease, there’s still a sense of comfort in returning to a place I once called home.

My footsteps echo softly on the hallway tiles as I make my way to room 3-A for orientation. The memories of my time as a student creep into my thoughts. It’s changed in many ways, but I find solace in knowing that there are still a few people here that I can lean on.

When I moved back to Tokyo and got the teaching position, Shoko mentioned that Suguru taught here as well. Memories of him invaded my thoughts. We were practically inseparable during our high school years, largely due to my close bond with Shoko. Wherever she was, I was sure to follow—our Ieiri blood may tell us we’re cousins, but I always thought of her as my sister. Her friends were always fun to be around. However, they constantly got into situations that always put me on edge. Shoko has always been such a free spirit, and while I adore her, I know her comfort zone far surpasses my own. Despite my lack of participation in their wild adventures, I surprisingly never felt left out or lonely.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Finding curses in abandoned hospitals sounds way cooler than studying curses… in a book,” I muttered to Suguru as I gestured to my pile of textbooks.

“How many times do we have to go over this? I’d rather practice my curse techniques here instead.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lowered his face towards mine—his breath tickling my ear.

“Plus, taking care of you is a hell of a lot better than taking care of everyone else,” he chuckled.

“Who said you needed to take care of me?” I protested. He remained close, and I felt his mouth curve.

“I never said I needed to. I want to take care of you,” he whispered. A secret for only my ears to hear.

Throughout the years, I grew to love his playful laughter. It was soft, tinged with warmth and sincerity—though it always seemed to trail his jokes that slightly missed the mark. And his touch, though never sensual, always felt protective—like a wolf looking after its pack. The more I learned how sweet Suguru was, the deeper I fell in love. For years my guarded soul harbored this secret, and even if the world was ending, I swore to myself that I would never tell a soul. The "what ifs" often danced through my thoughts, but ignorant bliss always outweighed the risk of potential heartbreak.

My thoughts come to a halt as I turn a corner, and suddenly, I'm face-to-face with a towering presence. My breath catches, and my eyes instinctively trail up the contours of his strong frame. The world around me blurs for a moment, and my heart quickens. But before I can fully process the shock, a familiar voice calls out to me.

"Hey, there’s my girl! Did you realize the world wasn’t as great without me?" Suguru teases, his voice bringing back years of memories.

"Suguru!" I exclaim, a surge of excitement makes me toss my arms around him. My words tumble out eagerly, "If I was your girl, I probably would’ve never left." I laugh, though my heart races as curiosity causes his brow to rise. “I’m just kidding. Everything was great, but I’m glad to be back though." It may not have been the best save, but it’ll work for now.

My arms tighten ever so slightly, and I’m compelled to study him. His shoulders are still broad, yet somehow, they seem larger than I remember. His hair has grown longer, though he still keeps it partially tied. The chiseled contours of his jaw feel like steel against my skin, but his arms around waist are gentle and comforting. I notice that the morning gloom has officially cleared, because his beauty is bathed in sunlight. As we break away from our hug, his dark eyes meet mine with recognition and warmth, as if our time apart has only deepened our connection.

"Well, I’m glad it was good. I’ve missed you." he rumbles, his voice resonating like a soothing melody.

"Likewise," I reply with a warm grin, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "Will you be at orientation today?"

He explains that he has to help Yaga with some setup throughout the morning. I try not to let my smile drop, but he's quick to notice. Of course he notices, it's Suguru. Before I can even process my thoughts, he adds, "I have the same lunch break as everyone else though, let's catch up then? We can meet in the courtyard."

A surge of excitement washes over me, and I nod eagerly. "Sounds perfect," I reply. Feeling a newfound sense of confidence, I continue on my way to the orientation room. 

“I’ve missed you." his voice echoes through my mind. For a moment, I can't help but wonder, was he thinking about me the whole time I was gone? Why did he call me his girl? Does that mean he had feelings for me? No—stop, that can’t be. If he had feelings for me, he would've said something, right? But maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

My stomach begins to flutter as a seed of hope is planted into my heart. The slightest possibility of Suguru's interest sends me to the moon. I know I’m not the same girl I was when we last saw each other. So maybe, just maybe, this is a sign.

As I head towards the room, my steps feel lighter than they've been in a long time. For once in my life, I can finally hope for something more. I finally believe that I…my heart sinks as I reach the door. 

Blocking my path is a figure I desperately hoped to avoid—the infamous Satoru Gojo.

Chapter 2: Repulsive

Much like Suguru, Satoru’s build overpowers me. His arms rest on the edge of the doorframe and I can see the contours of his bicep peek through his shirt. I take in a sharp inhale and reluctantly step forward. Satoru will not, I repeat, not get the better of me today. I hesitate for a moment, locking my eyes with his.

He peeks out from the edge of his sunglasses, and the corners of his lips begin to curl. I watch as pieces of his platinum hair barely brush the top of his rims, while others just fall short of his eyes. It’s been years, but those striking pools of blue remain etched in my memory. Swirls of azure, navy and cobalt fill my vision, but I stop myself before my gaze begins to linger.

I attempt to slip past him but find myself with no clear escape. As I contemplate my next move, I mutter a greeting through gritted teeth, "Satoru."

His smirk grows into the devilish grin that haunted my past. "Hey there, Angel,” he purrs. “No hello? Or how have you been?" His tone takes on a playful note, laced with a hint of something else—something I can't quite decipher.

I try my best to let the moment pass, but I’ve let this go on for far too long. I’m done ignoring his comments. “You know I have a real name right?” I bite back.

“But why switch it up now? You’ve always been my little angel,” he teases mockingly. 

“And you’ve always been a pain in my ass,” I reply, my stare unwavering.

“She fights back,” his brow rises in shock. “I like this new version of you. Keep it up.” His grip on the doorframe loosens and he turns to make his way into the room. 

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension of my grip escape through my fingers. As I regain focus, I notice Satoru has turned back, his face mere inches from my ear. His voice is smooth, like silk across my skin as he whispers, “I can be a pain in a lot of other places, but I promise it’ll feel good.” 

My eyes widen as my pupils darken. My mouth runs dry as he chuckles his way to the edge of the room.

Memories of my high school days with Satoru flood back into my mind. His words cut through me, but in a way more akin to pleasure than pain. A mix of emotions overwhelm me, but I ultimately scowl at the sight of him. While Shoko and Suguru have helped me blossom, Satoru has always been the thorn in my side.

“Come on Suguru, are you really going to stay with her again?” Satoru asked.

“It’s okay, just go without me. I’ll go with you next time,” Suguru replies. His arm raises to scratch the back of his head.

This is the last festival of the season; there won't be another chance. “Please just go. I’ll be fi—,” I uttered.

“Well, enjoy your time with the little angel,” Satoru calls out as he continues walking away.

He makes his way out of our view, and I turn to Suguru, “Why do you even call him your best friend? He’s kind of a dick.”

Suguru laughs. “When you go through some of the stuff that we have, you’ll see that there’s a bond that goes deeper than blood. He’s a bit rough around the edges, but it’s not an excuse. Don’t worry. I can talk to him.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling with adoration.

I quickly find an empty seat in the orientation room, my mind still buzzing. The comfort and familiarity of the school are now tainted by the presence of someone I had hoped to forget. It was stupid of me to think Suguru and Satoru would drift apart after all these years. As I gather up my resolve to remain close with Suguru, I accept that their connection means my path with Satoru will cross more often than I would like.

✦✧✸✧✦

A full morning of orientation reduces my brain to mush. The anticipation builds and all I can pay attention to is the clock ticking away. Yaga drones on about teamwork, collaboration, and trust – unsurprising, considering his history mentoring Suguru and Satoru. If he survived that, I’m sure being the principal is a piece of cake.

As the clock finally strikes noon, I gather my belongings and head for the door.

“Ms. Ieiri—one moment please,” Yaga calls to me, stopping in my tracks. He assembles the group of new hires and hands each one a folded letter. “This is for the afternoon sessions. On this sheet you’ll find…”

His words trail off and I find myself glancing at the clock again, hoping that Suguru hasn’t been waiting too long. Once we’re dismissed, I rush towards the courtyard.

While my legs carry me on autopilot through the halls, I take a moment to examine the letter. The paper feels coarse, the creases are weighted with importance, yet the ink is delicately placed. The overwhelming amount of information makes it clear that I'll have to review it once lunch is over. I scan the letter to find main items scheduled for the afternoon:

1pm: Mentor Session (Room 2-C)

2pm: Lesson Planning (Room 1-B)

3pm: Team Review (Room 1-B)

Seems simple enough. I approach the stairs leading to the courtyard, when my eyes catch the small section at the end of the letter:

Mentor Assignment: …

As I hurry, I fail to notice the uneven step at the halfway mark. My foot catches the edge and suddenly, I’m airborne. I feel the letter escape my fingertips. My heart leaps into my throat and the world starts to blur.

I reach for the railing, but my grasp barely holds. In the following moments, I find myself colliding with a figure. His hold is strong, bringing me comfort. I feel his fingers slowly cup my arms—they’re soft, tender, holding me with care. 

“Easy there,” he rumbles. “I got you,” his voice is low and radiates through my core. Suguru’s eyes lock onto mine and I feel the heat beginning to smolder. “I got you.” His words bounce through my head.

“Suguru. Sorry… I—” The words are impossible to make out.

“Don’t apologize,” Suguru smiles. “I like having you in my arms.” He adds a playful wink sending butterflies through my chest.

I hold his gaze and my body melts into his. Suguru and I have been close for years, but this time, it feels altered, deeper. It feels like the intensity of our connection is seeking something beyond friendship. We’re inches from each other and I wonder if he can hear my thoughts or feel my heart beat out of my chest. Time slows as I marvel at his smile. I let my mind wander just for a moment…

Suguru lowers, barely touching his lips against mine. He starts soft, planting kisses down my neck as he caresses my cheek. His touch trails to the rest of my body and delight surges within me. It's gentle, but I crave more. He bites my lip before slowly letting his tongue make his way inside my mouth.

Passion builds within me as one hand grips my hair and the other grabs my waist. When his fingers gently graze the small of my back, I writhe with pleasure, hoping he can’t feel the squeeze between my thighs. His taste is intoxicating—sending me into a fever that I can’t seem to break. 

I close my eyes and let his mouth take me.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” he breaks away to tell me. His voice is on the brink of losing control. “...for a very long ti—”

“Hello? Are you okay?” Suguru asks. My focus immediately returns. “I’ve been waiting for you, so I was heading back inside to make sure you were doing alright.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Yaga needed to give us this letter and—oh fuck. My letter.” 

He senses my worry and swoops me up in one solid motion, but I feel too weak to stand.

I turn to see that my letter has found its way in a puddle pooling at the edge of the steps. I rush down to grab it, but it’s already too late. While I can make out certain areas, the majority of it has smeared away. I bring my gaze towards bottom in hopes of making out some of the letters:

M..nt…. ….gnment: S…..u G…o

I pause—Suguru Geto. A knot hits my stomach and I’m waiting to identify whether this feeling is anxiety or joy.

I look up from the letter expectantly. “Suguru, my mentor… is this right?” I ask.

“Yeah, it is! It’s nice being paired with someone you know. It’ll be just like old times.” His words are the only confirmation I need.

✦✧✸✧✦

Although the years have passed, it feels like Suguru and I have never skipped a beat. I miss the way he talks, the way he laughs, the way a strand of hair always manages to fall even when it’s tied. I could spend hours looking into his eyes and hearing all of his adventures and how he’s mastered his curse techniques. 

The minutes go on and the end of our lunch hour approaches. Suguru frowns as he glances at his watch, and offers an apologetic smile. "I have to head out a bit early. Yaga needs some help before the mentor sessions start," he explains.

I nod understandingly, though I can't help but feel disappointed. "No problem, I’ll see you in a bit?"

He grins, those familiar eyes twinkling with warmth. "Definitely, I’ll see you later!" He gives me a hug and we part ways.

With a sway in my step, I find myself standing before the door of 2-C—but it’s locked. I scan the hallway to see if anyone can help, but there’s no one in sight. I grab my phone to text Suguru for help, but fate has other plans.

Before I can send the message, a familiar presence creeps up behind me. The weight of his aura envelops me. His body feels warm, yet somehow my blood runs cold. With a key in hand, he moves to unlock the door.

A gasp escapes my lips, and I feel the tension build around us. My heart races as I hear a voice, a soft whisper that ignites my soul.

"Hey there, angel," the voice purrs. "Were you looking for me?"

I let out a deep breath to release the fury that boiled inside of me. “As a matter of fact, no. I wasn’t looking for you… Satoru.”

Chapter 3: Reinforcements

It takes me a second, but it finally registers. The letter didn’t actually say Suguru Geto. It was supposed to say Satoru Gojo. Suguru’s voice rings though my head:

“Suguru, my mentor… is this right?” I try to recall. I guess I didn’t explicitly mention a name.

“Yeah, it is!” Damn it, why didn’t I say his name?

“It’s nice being paired with someone you know.” My body feels heavy as my soul fills with dread.

“It’ll be just like old times.” The world begins to spin around me.

I walk through the door without looking at Satoru and head straight for the windows on the other side of the room. The room itself is quite small, just large enough to fit a blackboard, a full teacher’s desk, and three smaller desks for the students. There’s a bit of extra room to spare, but none of it is enough to keep me away from Satoru.

In the reflection of the window, Satoru props himself against the larger desk, his long arms draped behind him. His smirk tells me he's completely at ease, as if he enjoys torturing me this way. “Not who you were expecting?”

I hold my response and continue staring out the window. I suspect he can read my discomfort.

His footsteps are quiet, but I feel them reverberate behind me. The air from the window feels cool, but it fades when his body radiates against mine. He leans down, bringing his hands around my sides. As he places them on the window sill, I can feel his face inch closer to mine. He’s too close for comfort but I can’t bring myself to push him away.

“With a bit more time, angel, you’ll see that I’m full of surprises.” I can feel the rumble in his throat as he speaks. “That is…if you’re willing to find out.”

My face turns hot and my thighs tighten. I may hate Satoru, but there’s something about his charm that feels irresistible. After years of dealing with him, I thought I’d get used to it. But this doesn’t feel like the same Satoru I used to know.

His arms are still placed on either side of me, but I swat him away, “Don’t you have better things to do than to tease me?” My brow rises. “Maybe… actually mentoring me?”

He lifts his arms in defense, “Hey angel, sorry if I’m coming on a little strong. I’m just having some fun.” He nudges my arm, and the force leaves me unsteady. “For old times’ sake.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat at one of the smaller desks.

“Plus, I’m not big on mentoring,” he adds. “Yaga has me doing this because I owe him for saving my ass on the last mission. Luckily he assigned me to you, and we both know you’re more than capable of doing this job without my help. It’s always been like that.”

“Oh how sweet. Is this your way of complimenting me?” I tease. He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“What do you mean? I always give you compliments.”

“Calling me angel doesn’t count,” I sneer.

“Would you like me to call you princess instead?” He curled into a self-assured smile.

I blush, trying to bite back a chuckle. I lied, this is the same old Satoru. “So are you going to keep making up names, or are you actually going to teach me something?”

He brings himself close, his face stopping just short of mine. “I can teach you a lot of things, angel.”

I let out a sigh, “I’m serious, Satoru.”

“Fine, if you insist.” My curiosity is piqued as he props himself up and heads for the blackboard. 

“Lesson number one: If you ever want me, don’t want me,” he smirked.

I drop my shoulders and let out a sigh, but he continues.

“I’m serious! Lesson number two: If you ever need me…”

I finish his sentence, “Don’t need you?” His smile confirms my thoughts. “What’s number 3, Gojo-senpai?” My eyes plead as I pout in an attempt to mock him.

He seems uneasy. “Don’t do that,” he quickly snaps back, and I straighten up. “And now, lesson number three, the most important one: If you ever need my help, learn how to help yourself first.”

With a hint of sarcasm, I reply, “Wow, what a wonderful lesson. I’ve learned so much.” I gather my belongings and prepare to leave. “I think I'll just ask Yaga to assign me to someone else.”

He steps closer, blocking my path before I can fully rise from my seat. "No, wait. Don't do that,” he implores, his gaze earnest. “Can you stick it out for a little while? Just until this mentorship period ends. I need to get through these two weeks so Yaga won't make me do this again next year.”

I force my way up and scoff in his face, “Why on earth would I do that? What the hell have you done in these last few hours or even the last ten years that would make me put in a good word for you?” My volume increases. “You constantly tease me, you’ve never helped me, and—”

“I can hook you up with Suguru,” he murmurs.

“Excuse me?” My voice remains elevated from the anger.

“I can hook you up with Suguru,” he repeats firmly.

“Oh,” I pause as my voice settles. “Why would you do that?”

“For someone so smart, you ask the silliest things. It’s obvious you like him, angel.” 

My cheeks heat, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating gaze.

“It’s been obvious…for years—at least to me,��� his voice softens. "And I promise, if you put in a good word for me, I'll help you with Suguru. No tricks, no games. Do we have a deal?" He extends his hand, waiting for my response.

This deal seems too good to be true. I try to figure out what the catch is, but nothing comes to mind. Unlike before, his gaze feels genuine and his smile seems sincere. I take a deep breath, preparing for a leap of faith. For the first time in my life, I guess I’m going to have to trust Satoru.

I reach for his hand, allowing a confident smile to grace my lips. “Deal.”

✦✧✸✧✦

Although this is not how I pictured my first couple of weeks back in Tokyo, this alliance isn’t as terrible as I thought. At the end of our work days, Satoru and I hang back in Room 2-C for our “mentoring” sessions. We spend 1% of the sessions on actual work, and the other 99% on dating. I tell him that it’s been a while since I’ve dated, and Satoru jumps at the opportunity to refresh me on the art of flirting.

 "Alright angel—you’ve known Suguru for a while, but I’m guessing like you only ever interact with him as a friend. Try starting…” he picks up his hand to graze the side of my arm, fingers lightly dragging towards my wrist.  “...with light touches. Make sure you maintain eye contact and smile genuinely." His voice is velvet and slow.

A shiver runs through me, and my mouth goes dry. I clear my throat. "Light touches, like this?" I laugh hesitantly. I try to mimic his advice, but it’s nowhere near as gentle as his.

Satoru chuckles. "Close, but you’re too tense. Just relax a little bit."

I soften my touch and continue to brush my fingers up his arm. As I slowly pull him towards me, our eyes lock and I’m immediately mesmerized. There’s a flutter in my core and it turns into desire. There’s an ache between my thighs, and moisture begins to form.

“That’s it,” he purrs as he leans towards me. “Just like that.” The pull of his voice is a magnet that continues to bring me closer. My heart races while the quickness in my breath trails slowly behind.

I close my eyes and let my cravings take control.

Satoru rests his thumb on the edge of my lip while the rest curl under my chin. He tilts my head and slowly whispers, “And that is exactly what you should do…” His voice perks back up to his normal tone. “...when you’re flirting with Suguru,” he smiles.

I shoot my eyes open and straighten up. What the hell was I thinking? Was I seriously trying to kiss Satoru? I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Wait…no, stop that. Something must be wrong, my wires are completely crossed. I shake it off to rid myself of the residual shame.

Shoko braided my hair like she’s done a million times before. “Hey, who do you think is cuter, Suguru or Satoru?” she posed out of curiosity.

“Hmm, that’s so hard. You know they're both hot.” I laughed. “If we’re going purely off of looks, probably Satoru. Sometimes I hate him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t cute. I think it’s the eyes.” 

“Yeah,” she replies with a hint of dejection in her voice. “I think so too.” I knew what was coming, but I could tell she had trouble getting it out. “Would you be mad if I asked him out?”

I pulled away for just a moment, “Oh my god, go ahead! Don’t worry about me. Suguru is still cute, plus he’s way nicer to me anyways.”

She paused for a moment, then threw her arms into a hug, “You’re the best.”

I smiled back and returned her embrace. “Okay, now finish doing my hair.”

✦✧✸✧✦

During these last two weeks the only times I see Suguru are during our lunch breaks. His schedule is hectic, but I can see that he makes the time for me—even though I know he doesn’t have any. I use these moments to practice some of the things I’ve learned from Satoru. Light touch, eye contact, genuine smiles.

I’ve touched Suguru’s arm, stared into his eyes, and laughed at his jokes many times before, but it was never like this. This time, all of my actions are bold, assertive, and confident. It’s no surprise that Satoru is a master of charm, but I didn’t expect him to be a decent teacher as well. Come Monday, he’ll be happy to know that Yaga will get glowing reviews for his mentorship.

For today’s lunch, Suguru and I are sitting on the courtyard steps, inches away from where he caught me just two weeks before. He has a look on his face that I haven’t seen before. I can tell something is on his mind by the way his brow furrows and his smile drops.

“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.

“I was—” he pauses, then retracts. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“Come on, Suguru. You can tell me,” I place my hand on top of his.

He smiles, and I can tell my assurance has calmed him down. “I just found out that I’m leaving for a mission next week, and I won’t be back for a few days.”

“Oh,” I reply, a pang of disappointment lingers in my tone.

“I was wondering…” he starts. “Did you maybe want to hang out or something before I leave?” A nervous grin crosses his face before he adds, “Like outside of work?”

I perk up at his proposal. “Of course! I would love that. When were you thinking?”

“I know it’s last minute, but maybe… tomorrow night? It’s okay if you’re bu—”

Cut him off before he has the chance to ramble. I reply with, “I would love to.”

Our lunch continues and the conversation shifts between current events, life updates and playful banter. I learn that Suguru still prefers staying in over going out, he’s got a new obsession with cooking, and his hair care routine is a lot more involved than I thought. As he speaks, I can’t help but admire him and the person he’s become.

When we prepare to part ways, Suguru confirms our plans for the weekend, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow? Meet at my place around 7?” Grinning as he inputs his address into my phone.

“I’ll see you there,” I return a smile and hug him before I leave. The feeling of his touch is perfect.

Chapter 4: Reckless

The workday ends and I make my way to the usual room for my last mentoring session with Satoru. As I walk in, he notices the stupid grin plastered on my face. “You look a little chipper today, angel. What’s up? Excited that you’re no longer forced to spend with me?”

“Well, yes,” I laugh. “But also… Suguru asked me to hang out tomorrow tonight. I’m going to meet him at his place,” I fight to contain my excitement.

Satoru’s brow lifts with intrigue, “If you wanted an invite to come over, you could’ve just asked me.”

Confusion clouds my brain. “Excuse me?” I ask.

“He didn’t tell you we were roommates?”

The clouds dissipate when I realize what’s going on. “No he didn’t. I guess it makes sense though.” The thought of Satoru joining in on our date fills me with unease. “You won’t be there right?” I clarify.

“You can relax, I’m meeting up with someone too. No need to worry about me barging in on whatever “activities” you two plan on doing,” air quoting as he takes a seat at the desk in front.

“Satoru, stop. You don’t even know if that’s gonna happen,” I argue.

“You’ve spent ten years drooling over this man, and you finally get a chance to spend some time with him in his apartment…alone.” he starts. “I don’t know about you, angel, but that sounds like a recipe for sex to me.” He leans back towards the blackboard and places his arms behind his head. A smug look sweeps his face.

“Well, yeah I guess… but it’s more so…” I hesitate, struggling to find the words to say. The thought of Suguru and I being intimate has always crossed my mind, but I can't believe it might actually happen.

“Oh I get it… There’s no reason to be nervous. Sex is sex,” he interjects. “Plus, if he’s the one who initiated the date, I’m sure he’ll enjoy whatever happens, sex or no sex.”

He makes a good point, but I still feel unsure. Before I have the chance to stop myself, I blurt out, “Do you know what he’s into…like when it comes to sex? Do guys even talk about that stuff to each other?” The regret immediately slips through my lips.

Satoru gets up from his seat and brings his hands to my shoulders—a gesture of comfort I’ve never seen from him before. “He’s my best friend, I know everything about him,” he assures me. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

“Can you just tell me? Please?” I playfully beg, placing my hands on top of his.

Something about my question changes his demeanor, like he’s been waiting for it all along. The air shifts and suddenly I feel a rush of heat. Satoru drops one of his hands while the other drags across my chest. He begins to circle me, walking slowly, like a lion with its prey. In a situation like this, his towering presence would normally intimidate me, but something this feels different. I'm not feeling fear; instead I feel secure, fascinated, and curious about what lies ahead.

He makes his way behind me and I can feel him lower his head towards mine. “I can tell you…” he whispers, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. “But do you want me to show you instead?” His words send shivers to my spine. 

He retrieves something from his pocket and places it into my hand. It’s a long piece of fabric, similar to the one he uses to wrap his eyes. My mind spins—stuck between the logic in my head and the cravings of my body. I hesitate for a moment, but the weight of my desire defeats me. “Yes. Please,” I say softly, as I wrap the cloth around my eyes.

“Perfect.” He ties the back securely, and I feel his touch tilt my head toward him.

I let out a breath and part my lips. Our lips touch, locking just for a moment before he briefly pulls away.

“I think for your benefit, and definitely mine, I’m going to keep my limitless on. That way it’s purely informational and you won’t feel a thing,” he says.

And just like that, an invisible barrier forms between us. While his touch is subdued, I still feel the heat hovering between us. The closer I try to get to him, the more I feel his body vibrate against mine—like magnets trying to repel. Damn it, Satoru. He might not feel a thing, but I… I still feel everything.

In my mind, I do my best to recall every part of Suguru from memory. I try seeing his face and emulating his touch. As the pieces of Suguru form, a clear image of him floods my brain.

I can feel his touch as Satoru moves up from my waist and beneath the hem of my shirt. He continues up to cup my breast and I can sense his kisses on my neck. They’re soft and muted, but the sensation still gives me chills. His breath is hot as his mouth works his way up to nibble my ear. I can feel his throat rumble when Satoru continues his lesson, “Do you want to know what Suguru is like?”

I nod. In my mind, Suguru’s dark eyes ease their way shut as he takes in my scent. His strands of hair brush against my shoulder as he continues to plant kisses down my neck.  

“Suguru is a lover—always takes care of his women,” Satoru purrs as he rubs his thumb over my breast. The friction against my nipple sends a jolt of euphoria through my chest. “Do you want to see how he’ll take care of you?” he asks.

My body tenses and I feel a rush of liquid between my thighs. I roll my head back onto his shoulder and hum with pleasure. My breath is labored, I can barely speak. “Show me,” I manage to let out.

“Well to start, he’d make sure your lips never go hungry.” Satoru slowly turns me around while his kisses move to my lips. His lips are soft, smooth as he takes me in.

The intensity rises as his kisses become needy. Using his hands to grip my ass, he leans me on the edge of the desk behind me. Shock fills my body and I can feel his tongue finding its way inside my mouth. Waves of his cursed energy flow through me. It’s powerful—commanding my fingers to lock into his hair. I pull him closer, imagining Suguru's weight crashing into me.

As the ache between my legs intensifies I ask, “What else would he do?”

“He’d work his way up your leg… past your skirt…” he slowly whispers. “And find your clit. Just to make sure she’s happy too.” His fingers travel to my panties, stopping just above my slit. He uses thumb to rub the cloth, and the trembles of his limitless cause me to moan. I roll back and forth, grinding against his hand, desperate for more. My moans are endless and slowly amplify every time the pressure increases.

When he realizes I’m enjoying myself, he runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. I whimper, wondering when he can put an end to this torture. I crave him so badly, I crave the feeling of him inside me—anything to help me find release. He finally gives in and slides my underwear to the side. As his touch grazes against my folds, I picture how good it would feel to have Suguru’s large hands cupping my center.

Satoru picks up on my thoughts and continues feeding my fantasy, “While he teases your pussy, Suguru would tell you that you’re already soaking wet…” The thought has me dripping more liquid onto his fingers. I feel his mouth curl into a smile and he whispers, “...but we’re only getting started.”

His fingers thrust inside me and I can feel the magnitude of his hands as my walls tighten around him. The thrill from his fingers barreling into me stun every inch of my body. I can feel my thighs clenching on the brink of release. His fingers find the sensitive spot within my walls and his mouth claims every spot on my body. His kisses become ravenous, like he can’t get enough. The more he devours me, the more he leaves me breathless.

I can hear him groan in delight and I notice the way his bulge presses against me through his pants. The desperation only makes him harder.

As the intensity grows, I cry for more. “Oh Suguru, just like that.”

“Do you like that, angel?” His pace remains steady as the sensation of cursed energy collects into his fingers. They continue to push against the insides of my center until I can’t take it anymore. The rhythmic motion leaves me breathless and I feel my body racing to its peak.

“Ugh, Suguru, fuck…that feels—”

“Does he make you feel good?” His voice feels heavy, like a low growl.

“Y—, ugh, ye—” I can’t form words through the pounding of his hand. He’s rapidly sending me to the edge and I’m ready to fall. “Suguru, you’re going to make me come.”

“Yes, angel.” Satoru says, before planting his lips onto mine. “Come for him.” 

Those words are enough to break me. The orgasm flows through my body and I feel myself beat around his fingers. His pace slows, but the sensual touch only brings more gratification. The thought of Suguru sending me into ecstasy leaves my body light, and my mind clear. The waves slowly subside and I feel myself resurrect. 

My hands head for the wrap on my eyes, but I hear Satoru whisper, “We’re not done yet, angel.”

I follow his lead and let the rumble of his voice bring me back into my dreams.

“Did you think Suguru would stop there?” he teases. “If there’s anyone he’d take special care of, it would be you.”

I feel his fingers slide out of me and I hear him lick the tips. “You taste so good.”

The words release a flutter in my core. I’m immediately enraptured and can’t help but crave more.

“Suguru would love this,” he starts. “Would you let him taste you too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

I imagine Suguru’s strength as his hands cup my waist and he lifts me up on the desk. When I lean back, I feel him lift my shirt, exposing my breasts. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” His tongue licks my nipple before fully taking it into his mouth, giving it a playful tug.

“Please, I want you to taste me,” I plead. Liquid gushes out of me, giving him a good dose to start.

“As you wish, angel.” He bends down to hover his mouth over my center. I feel him linger before he adds, “Do you know what else Suguru likes to do?”

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“He likes making sure your pussy never goes dry,” he growls, letting his mouth devour my clit. The vibrations from his limitless amplify the sensation, and I’m on the verge of losing control. 

My body goes numb as his words echo through my head. He likes making sure your pussy never goes dry. I let out a moan, but it feels more like a cry. I completely unravel, feeling the tides of my orgasm come back to shore.

“Oh my god, Suguru. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” I cry.

As he continues to glide over me, I throw my head back and writhe in pleasure. His tongue goes up and down my center in a harmonious rhythm, and I’m so close to feeling ecstasy. His mouth on my lips may have felt needy, but his mouth on my pussy feels absolutely desperate. The ripples of his limitless accompany the motions and bring me to my limit. As he plants his hands on my thighs, I immediately crumble.

I melt into my orgasm as my legs tense up around him, squeezing him towards me. I picture Suguru’s hands gripping my thighs while he moans back in delight. My breath is quick, my heartbeat is unsteady. The muscles inside me contract and pulsate all over his tongue. He has me slick and he licks up every bit of the liquid that trickled from me.

“And that, my little angel… is a little taste of what you can expect from Suguru Geto,” Satoru chuckles.

I relax my legs and I feel one last kiss grace my center. I lay for a moment, feeling both lifeless, yet satiated. The thought of Suguru between my thighs still lingers in my mind.

“That was amazing, Suguru,” I breathed quietly.

As I sit up, my head is in a fog. I feel my brain spin for a moment. What just happened? Did I just have a wet dream about Suguru? Wait, no. Was it Satoru? It takes me a minute to recollect myself. Although I could see Suguru vividly in my mind, I remember that he wasn’t the person in the room. Anxiety surges throughout my body when I’m faced with the reality of what occurred.

I hear the door click, and rush to take off the wrap around my eyes. “Satoru, can we ta—”

To my dismay, there is no one else in the room. I see the blackboard behind me, the desk that seats me, three smaller desks in front of me, but Satoru is nowhere to be found.

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Hi!! I absolutely love the way you write Luffy, especially his affections!! Can you write some headcanons maybe of all the little affectionate touches or gestures he makes when you’re together? 🥰💖

ahh that means a lot coming from one of my fav writers I follow!! shoutout kitty you're so cool <3 also i loved this request and I'll definitely be taking inspiration from this list i made for future fics

luffy and affection - luffy x gn!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, a compilation of my ideas for how luffy would show affection in your relationship

contains: three sections - hugging, kissing, sleeping

words: ~ 550

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Next to quality time, Luffy’s main love language is physical touch, so he’s extremely affectionate and needy

It doesn’t matter if you’re usually not into touch, or if you’re really affectionate, whatever kind of person you are, your relationship with him will have to be full of affection and physical contact. That’s how he shows love and appreciation

clingy, loves to cuddle, likes to talk to you just inches away from your face, because he loves you so much

Here are the ways he shows his affection in hugging, kissing, and sleeping…

Hugging 

Would like to hug you constantly even before you had any feelings for each other, and even more after, it’s just his instinct

Especially after something scary or intense happens on an adventure

Will hug you whenever he feels like it, and often he’s sort of just attached to you

He has no sense of personal space and likes to be pressed against your body as much as possible

He’ll try to climb on top of you, even if you’re smaller than him

That thing in the show where he hugs someone around their face with his legs on their shoulders? He’ll do that and knock you over

That thing every Luffy headcanon has, where he’ll stretch his arms and grab you/launch himself toward you from across the deck? I agree

Kissing 

Maybe… an oral fixation? (Freudian psychological term for someone whose mouth is a highly erogenous zone, who always wants to be chewing something or keeping their mouth occupied for comfort and to soothe nerves)

^ So he likes to kiss you all the time, and especially so if he’s feeling any type of strong emotion (excitement, joy, stress, sadness, anger…)

Like i said, no personal space, and so, as he talks to you just inches away, he’ll take you by surprise and lean in for a quick kiss whenever he feels like it

He’ll kiss, chew, and suck on your fingers. Not in a sexual way, it’s just because he gets to hold your hand and occupy his mouth at the same time

Sleeping

In canon, Luffy seeks out touch in his sleep. So this will be no different for you, and even more, as he can’t settle unless some part of his body, preferably all of it, is touching yours

He will hold you so close and tight that you feel sore the next morning.

I saw a headcanon somewhere that he’ll use his stretchy limbs to wrap you up and tangle himself with you, and i agree  

His leg will be over yours, his arm around your waist, his hand in your hair.

In his sleep, he plays with your hair, when he’s having vivid dreams he sometimes pulls too hard and wakes you up

Although there are times he sleeps with his head buried in your neck or chest, or yours in his, more often than not his face is directly pressed against yours

^ This is too close and sort of uncomfortable for you, but Luffy loves it, and you’ll have to adjust to the sensation 

^ His mouth will be pressed next to yours, and he sleeps with his mouth open, a sheen of his saliva coating your lips and chin when you wake up

^ His eyelashes will twitch and tickle your eyelids as he dreams

^ Your cheek will be covered in little teeth marks

^ His snoring will be loud, but you’ll get used to it

^ His heavy breathing on your face becomes a comfort for you

Even in the common awkward or uncomfortable positions of the night, you’re going to have the best sleep ever

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Wyatt & Uncle Trav's Adventures - Paris II

Just a little something with no angst, no drama, just fluff - don't take too serious 🤍

Wyatt opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is both uncle Trav and Taylor looking at her, smiling from both their ears at her. Uncle Trav is gently tickling her feet under the blanket and it makes her giggle slightly, pulling her feet away even though she feels so so sleepy still. Usually, it’s always Ellie who doesn’t like to get up early but never her. She’s an early bird, her dad likes to say, which usually means that she’s the one getting to wake Bennie and Ellie in the mornings. But this time, there’s no Ellie or Bennie to wake up. This time, there’s only uncle Trav and Taylor, a real life princess.

“Taylor!” the little girl says with sleep in her voice, obviously excited to see her auntie again. She still can’t believe that uncle Trav is going to marry Taylor. A true princess. She knows she’s a real princess because her mom has showed her pictures of Taylor singing on stage with a princess dress. She can’t believe she’s lucky enough to get to call Taylor her auntie soon enough.

Taylor just smiles at the little girl looking at her in awe, gently stroking over her head while kneeing in front of the little bed. It’s been an hour since the timer went off this morning and she and Travis had been able to enjoy some time in bed just the two, cuddling, talking, making up for all the mornings they had to wake up alone in these past two weeks. She wanted to let the girl sleep as long as possible, knowing she must be completely tired and worn out from her travel. After all, this is the first time in her life that she’s waking up in a new time zone, and Taylor and Travis want to make this transition as smooth as possible. 

“Hi Wy! I missed you so so much.” Taylor says and Wyatt slowly sits up, reaching her arms out to hug Taylor. It makes Travis smile from the other end of her little bed, but he just quietly watches the two girls hug, not saying a word. 

“Welcome to Paris, honey.” she says into the hug, her hand landing on the little head, gently swaying back and forth with her for a while. 

“How’d you sleep Wy?” Travis says now, feeling his heart expand in size just from witnessing the woman he loves be so gentle with his niece. She still knees in front of Wyatt’s bed, now slowly ending the hug while holding her little hand to give the girl some space to wake up properly.

“Good.” she says, a big yawn escaping her once more. 

“Oh you must be so tired still, mhm?” Tay says, but the little girl just shakes her head, and it makes the two adults laugh a little. Of course she’s too excited to be in Paris than to admit that she’s lacking sleep.

“How about… we go get ready, have some lunch by the Eiffel Tower and then… we have a surprise for you.” Taylor says with her eyes wide open out of excitement, doing her best to hype the little girl up. The toddler looks back and forth from her uncle to Taylor. Travis just chuckles at Wyatt’s face full of confusion, and Taylor slowly gets up. 

“Take a guess what the surprise is, Wy?” Trav says then, is now sitting down on the side of her children’s bed while Taylor is rumbling through her suitcase. 

“A dinosaur.” she mumbles shyly, but still smiling from ear to ear. Travis laughs once and Tay comes back to the two, both her hands behind her back. 

“Mhm, not quite. But it’s gonna be something we’ll do today. Take a guess what we’ll do here in Paris today, Wy.” Trav gently says to her, but the little toddler just looks back between Taylor and him in confusion. 

“Taylor’s concert.” she says then , and Taylor smiles but shakes her head. 

“That’s tomorrow, girlie. Do you have another idea what we could be doing today?” he says, but Wyatt shruggs her shoulders, more than confused. 

The blonde woman in front of her laughs once more, then takes her hands from behind her back and places a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on her own head. Travis gasps in excitement while looking at Wyatt but she doesn’t seem to get it quite yet. 

“Is that Mickey Mouse, Wy?” he says. 

“We are…. going to…. Disneyland Paris!” Taylor says full of excitement and Wyatt starts smiling slowly. It seems that the little girl needed some time to realize what is happening, but she giggles all excitedly as Taylor takes the Mickey Mouse ears off her own head and instead places them right on top of Wyatt’s head. 

“Disney?” she asks, smiling big. 

“Yeah, we’re going to Disneyland Paris.” Taylor confirms once more and Wyatt smiles some more.

“I’ve never been to Disneyland Paris.” she says and Trav can’t help but laugh at his little niece. Taylor joins him and nods, her hands immediately landing on those two little chubby cheeks. 

“I know honey, and we haven’t been either. That’s why we’re going. Are you excited?”

“Yeah.” she nods, all smiley, reaching for the Mickey Mouse ears in her hair and taking a good look at them. Travis smiles. He knows Wyatt still needs a bit to warm up to both him and Taylor but he can see that she’s excited for this adventure. 

“Is Mickey going to be there?” she asks and Taylor nods. 

“Yeah I think so. And I’m sure we’ll also meet some Disney princesses as well. Who are you most excited for?” Taylor asks her and Wyatt starts moving on her bed. She’s giggling nervously and Taylor knows that the surprise was a success already. 

“Elsa and Ana. But they live in our Disneyland so…” 

“Oh you mean the Disneyland Orlando?” Trav then says and Wyatt nods with a concerned face. 

“But they go visit the other Disneylands too, sometimes. So we might still be lucky and meet them today.” he says and the little girl’s concern seems to have disappeared immediately. 

“Is Taylor also coming to the Disneyland?” Wyatt then asks again, looking from uncle Trav back to Taylor. 

“Of course I’m coming as well. And maybe my dad Scott is also coming. And my mom and Austin. Do you remember Austin?” she asks and Wyatt nods slowly. Taylor looks at Travis and he smiles the same smile back at her. They got the little girl excited and distracted enough to not think about the fact that mom and dad won’t be joining today. A first success for the day. 

“Alright, how about we get your teeth brushed quickly, pick a nice outfit before heading to breakfast?” Taylor asks and Wyatt nods. Trav just looks at Taylor with a question mark on his face, not sure how involved he should be getting now. 

“Do you want me to..”

“No, don’t worry, babe. We got it.” She says, walking into the bathroom together with little Wyatt on her hand. Travis just watches the two disappear in the bathroom, hearing Wyatt’s little voice through the closed bathroom door and it makes him laugh again, before getting up from the little bed and getting ready for the day himself. 

“Do you think we will also meet Olaf, Taylor?” 

~

“Oh my gosh, Wy, look. It’s the Eiffel Tour.” Taylor says, pointing to the floor to ceiling windows at the end of this restaurant on the twenty-eighth floor of the luxury building. Even Andrea gasps for a moment when she sees their round table for lunch, right by the windows with an astonishing view over the city. In her sixty-six years of life, she’s never seen the Eiffel Tower so big, so close and in all its glory. 

“Oh my god, this is….beautiful.” Taylor just looks at Travis in shock, her hand still in Wyatt’s while walking up to the big table together with her family. 

“I know, it’s stunning.” he says, more to himself, not really looking at the Eiffel Tower that much but primarily being focused on the beautiful woman on his side, and her excited face right next to him. He knows he’s completely and utterly whipped, but that won’t stop him from admitting to himself one more time how lucky he is. How lucky he is to call the woman in her summer dress with his niece on her hand his future wife. He still experiences these moments, in which he feels the need to pinch himself. But it’s real. This is as real as it gets. 

As soon as the family approaches the table, Travis helps pull out a chair between him and Taylor for Wyatt to sit in. Austin, Scott and Andrea are all sitting down, and Taylor just helps Wyatt get comfortable on the chair. This restaurant is way too fancy for a child. He noticed the second they walked in with her security that Wyatt is the only child in the room. 

“Do you want to sit between Trav and me?” Taylor asks once more, and Wyatt just nods, struggling to get comfy on the chair between her uncle and auntie. Travis looks at Tay, both sharing the same thought. The little girl is way too small for this chair, almost struggles to see anything over the table cloth. 

“I’ll go ask for a chair.” Trav immediately says, leaving the table and Tay just looks at her parents and back to Wyatt with a smile on her face. 

“Uncle Trav is getting you a better chair, sweetheart.” she mumbles and Wyatt nods, her mermaid Barbie still in her hand from before. She seems way too distracted by the adventures that her Barbie is currently experiencing than to even notice the Eiffel Tower right next to her. 

“How did you find this place?” Austin asks, has already taken out his phone, same as Scott and Andrea, to snap a few pictures of this unbeatable view. 

“Trav was here before, I think. It’s so awesome, isn’t it?” she smiles, suddenly can’t help but suppress a laugh when seeing her fiancé walk back to the table. The huge man is carrying something that looks like a children’s car seat. Not just a few guests look at him in confusion.

“I guess this is the French version of a high chair.” he laughs and so does the rest of the table. 

“Interesting.” Scott just mumbles. Taylor has now helped Wyatt crawl onto her lap while watching Travis try to figure out how to properly attach the children’s seat to the chair. After a minute and with the help of Scott, he seems to have figured it out and takes Wyatt from Tay, helping her sit down on the chair again. 

“Is this so much better?” Andrea smiles at the little girl, and Wyatt just nods smiling, obviously proud to now be able to see everyone around the table. Travis laughs, and Taylor does the same. She opens the menu, just like everyone else, then reaches with her hand for Wyatt’s little back. 

“Wy, what do you want to eat?” she asks her gently, already worried that this restaurant is mostly offering delicacies. Not really the type of food that a four year old likes to eat. 

“Pizza.” she says loudly and Trav looks at Taylor concerned but definitely amused by her enthusiasm.

“Girlie, we’re at a French restaurant. Pizza is Italian. I’ll ask but I’m not sure they’ll have that.” he says gently, and Wyatt looks at him a little sadder than before. He knows Jason told him not to spoil her too much, but this moment right here almost already breaks his heart. 

“Don’t you like eating Grilled Cheese? Last time I saw you, you and Ellie were munching some toasties with grilled cheese, remember?” Taylor now steps in, clearly doing her best to keep the toddler happy. So far, Wyatt hasn’t thrown a single tantrum yet and she would like to keep it that way for as long as possible. The toddler looks at Taylor and nods.

“I’m sure they’ll have a kids menu, honey. These restaurant usually always do.” Andrea now says and Taylor nods. 

Kids menus. Children’s seats. There’s so many things you need to think of. She definitely hasn’t gotten used to this yet. And she can see in Travis’ face that he didn’t either. It takes a good ten minutes for them to order some food, and to Taylor’s surprise, the kitchen actually has a wide variety of children’s food options. 

For a moment, Taylor just feels herself getting lost in her own world, both her eyes on the city of Paris beneath her feet. All it takes sometimes is a moment like this to remember how lucky she is to get to live this life. No matter how hard and chaotic it can get, sometimes it all just feels so right. She turns her head around to face the table again, taking a sip from her water. Wyatt is playing with her Barbie again and her parents are laughing about something Austin just said. She looks around the restaurant, loves to people watch for a while, as she suddenly feels Trav’s eyes on her. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there, both his hands folded on the white table cloth, smiling at her. She can’t help but smile back at him. Sometimes, they really don’t have to say anything. 

“What?” she asks quietly, and he just shakes his head smiling some more. 

“I can’t remember last time you were sitting so far away from me.” he murmurs quietly under his breath, quiet enough to make sure that the only person who could possibly hear him in this moment is the toddler sitting between them, who just hums quietly while being in her own little world. 

Taylor smiles at him, loves to be reminded that this man can be as clingy as she is as times. This is truly the first time she’s dating someone who craves her touch as much as she does. A weird but beautiful feeling to know that the other person in this relationship is feeling exactly the same. She still feels a sense of sadness overcome her when she realizes that she’s never had that before. In all of her thirty-three years of life, this is the first time she gets to feel this way. Safe. Loved. Accepted, just the way she is. 

Taylor doesn’t say anything, just places her hand on the table as well, reaching for his. For a moment they get closer, kissing each other gently, right over Wyatt’s head. God, how much she’s missed this man. How much she missed having this goofy and smiley soul around, who just instantly makes everything better. 

“Eww.” 

Taylor suddenly hears Wyatt say mid-kiss and it immediately makes the whole table chuckle.

“Uhm excuse me missy?” Travis just says jokingly to his niece, who still innocently plays with her Barbie. Andrea and Scott are laughing at the child as well who clearly, by the look on her face, meant every word she just said. 

“It’s yucky.” she says again and Taylor is laughing out loud.

“What? Kissing?” 

Wyatt nods and the table is more than amused. 

“I agree, Wyatt. It’s really yucky. They just do it all the time.” Austin then says in Wyatt’s support, pretending to be just as weirded out by the couple as she is, and Taylor just rolls her eyes at her brother. 

“Why is it yucky when two people who love each other…” Travis doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because Wyatt already interrupts him. 

“Because my mom and dad also do it and it’s just very yucky, uncle Trav.” she says dead serious and her face is not even cracking up a little bit. 

“I get it, girlie. Sorry.” Trav then says and just smiles quietly at his niece. His hand wanders to her small head and he starts asking her what exactly she’s playing with her mermaid Barbie. Wyatt starts telling him that the little Olaf in her other hand is the mermaid’s best friend and her uncle if he wants to be Olaf while she plays the mermaid. Of course, Travis starts to mimick his best Olaf impression and starts playing along with the four year old. 

Taylor really wants to just fall into a conversation with her family, but it’s hard. It’s hard to focus on anything else but Travis playing with the napkin and the Olaf in his hand. Her entire stomach is full of butterflies suddenly, and she can’t help but stare at the man next to her. This is the moment she just knows. This is the exact second she could feel some sort of assurance in her bones that this is exactly where she needs to be, for the rest of her life. This is the man who’s going to give her the kind of family she’s always wanted. This is the kind of energy she wants for her children. 

For a moment, she swallows, taken back by the heavy weight of those feelings. Her eyes suddenly meet her mom’s, by accident. But the sparkle in her eyes and the quiet smile on her face says it all. 

She knows, too. 

She knew it from the beginning. 

~

“Are you tired, sweetie?” Taylor whispers into Wyatt’s ear, crouching down right behind the little girl to whisper into her ear. Wyatt is just standing right by one of the fences in front of one of the main attractions of the day, still looking in awe at all the dressed up princesses in their beautiful gowns who are greeting all the kids who want to go for a ride on the flying tea cups. After an hour of waiting in line, Taylor had been able to take lots of picture of Wyatt and Trav together with Ana and Elsa before boarding one of the tea cups. Taylor is sure that she now has a whole selection on her camera with some of the cutest pictures she’s ever taken in her life. But she’s noticed a while ago that Wyatt kept getting quieter and quieter. After all, she must still be jetlagged and also didn’t have her usual afternoon nap. Travis had suspected a few minutes ago that after the past three hours in this amusement park, Wyatt has reached her limits. While standing in the burning sun, he just looks at Taylor gently hugging Wyatt and he loves how patient she is with the little girl. How empathetic she is. 

He could have never imaged taking his little niece for an overnight trip to Europe if it hadn’t been for Taylor and how incredible she really is with little children. 

“No.” Wyatt mumbles. 

“Are you thirsty?” she tries again, but Wyatt shakes her head. 

“Are you.. hungry?” 

Wyatt shakes her head again. Taylor now hugs her a little tighter, getting closer to her ear. 

“Do you want uncle Trav to carry you for a bit?” she whispers now, almost as if this was a secret shared between just the two of them and for the first time since an hour, Wyatt quietly nods. Taylor knew it. She knew the little girl is absolutely exhausted and drained from walking around all day. She smiles gently, presses a little kiss onto the side of her head, then stands up and looks at the man next to her. 

“Wyatt wants uncle Trav to carry her for a bit.” she says gently and quietly, trying to avoid Wyatt throwing another tantrum. Travis immediately passes his small water bottle to Taylor and grabs the small toddler with a smooth hand motion. Within a second, Wyatt has gotten comfortable on his big arm, her head gently resting on his shoulders. She immediately closes her eyes, cuddling closer to her uncle’s neck and hugging him gently. Taylor’s heart feels like exploding again. Travis casually blows a few kisses onto the small chubby cheek and the two keep on walking. She knew that the little girl was in desperate need of a nap. Thank god she’s got a gigantic teddy bear right next to her, who doesn’t mind carrying the sleepy toddler around for a while.

“I think the fireworks start in thirty minutes and I think we should head home after that.” Taylor says, looking at her security behind them. The two men just nod quietly and Travis places his free arm around Taylor’s shoulder. He can feel some eyes and phone cameras on the two, but it’s not as bad as he expected it to be. After all, they just look like a regular couple walking through Disneyland with their toddler. And it’s not hard to admit that this is one of the best feelings he’s ever felt. One of the best days he’s ever had. Spending the day with Taylor and this little girl in the French summer sun. Lots of pictures being taken, lots of laughter, lots of cotton candy and Disney princesses. He’s gotten a taste of what it’s like to be a girl dad, and he didn’t think it could be this incredible. He adores seeing the kindness in Taylor’s every move. He adores the energy she radiates when speaking with Wyatt, when holding her hand, gently rubbing her head or making sure she’s got enough sunscreen on. There’s something so natural in the way she handles the little girl and it’s something he now wants more than ever before. 

This. 

He wants exactly this, with her, for the rest of his life. 

With Wyatt asleep on his shoulder, he looks down to the blonde woman next to him. Beneath her sunglasses he can see clearly that she’s suppressing a yawn, just looking around the amusement park in silence. She’s worn out too, that’s for sure.

“You tired?” he asks, and she looks up at him and nods. She giggles a little bit and hugs his arm while walking down the alley towards the magic kingdom. 

“I’m exhausted from just… keeping a child alive and happy all day.” she laughs and he nods. He never thought it would be so exhausting but fun at the same time. 

“Me, too. Jetlag is not helping.” he mumbles and she nods immediately. She can only imagine how tired the man next to her must be. She intertwines their hands, looks up at him again. A smile on her face. He looks so handsome with a little child asleep on his shoulder. More than he could ever know. 

“I think we’ll just do room service tonight, what do you think?” 

“Oh, absolutely. I think she’s also done for the day.” he mumbles, looking down at his niece again. She really is fast asleep now, and he hopes they get to wake her up before the fireworks start. 

“I can’t believe she hasn’t gotten homesick yet. She’s such a brave little girl.” Taylor says. 

“She’s got the best aunt in the world. That’s why.” 

Taylor looks up to Trav and smiles. She gently leans in, stealing him a small kiss.

~ 

“Home sweet home.” Taylor just mumbles, completely worn out, just as much as Travis and the little toddler on his hand. Wyatt’s left arm is trying to hold onto the gigantic stuffed Olaf Travis has gotten her in the gift shop, as well as the shopping bag full of pencils and books and other Disney toys her uncle couldn’t say no to. Travis’ other hand is holding onto the huge Frozen balloon they had to get before leaving Disneyland. She can’t help but smile for a moment. He really did spoil his niece today, and she knows he enjoyed every second of it. 

“Thank god.” Travis mumbles, just as exhausted as she is. Taylor smiles at her security in front of the hotel suite once, then closes the door. She lets out a big yawn, fumbles to take off her sneakers without her hands and makes her way back to the two. 

“Are you thirsty?” she asks Wyatt, who nods. The little girl’s hair is in all directions and the little braid she’s put her hair into this morning is half down. She’s as exhausted as the two adults are. Travis helps Wyatt take off her shoes and Taylor comes back to the little girl with a glass of water. She sits down next to Wyatt on the sofa, helping her take a few sips from the water glass. She won’t let go of her Olaf ever again. That’s for sure. 

“How about we order some dinner, take a quick bath and watch a movie in bed? How does that sound?” she asks the little girl, who just gulps down the water. Taylor’s gently got her arm around her and Wyatt nods. 

“Okay.” she says, still completely focused on Olaf. Travis lets out another yawn and Taylor laughs. After her nap, Wyatt seems to be more alive than both the adults in this hotel suite. 

“I’m starving.” Travis mumbles, now taking off his own shoes. Taylor is already looking through the food menu by the little table right next to the sofa. 

“Wy, do you like fries and chicken nuggets?” she asks and the little girl nods. It seems she doesn’t really need anything else to be happy, already unpacking all of the other toys she just got from her uncle. 

“Mayo or Ketchup?” 

“No Mayo.” Trav mumbles from the end of the suite. Taylor looks at him with a smirk, rolling her eyes. 

“Hey, I didn’t ask uncle Trav. Wyatt, do you want your fries with Mayo and Ketchup?” 

“Yeah.” she mumbles unimpressed and Tay gets up to walk up to her fiancé. He’s just standing next to his side of the bed, charging his phone. Taylor sits down next to where he stands, still looking at the food menu. 

“How about sushi? They have a big platter with sashimi and..” 

“Yeah sounds great.” he says, drops his phone on the night stand and falls onto the bed right next to her. He lays down on his back, closing his eyes for a moment. She hasn’t seen him this worn out in a long time, and it does amuse her in a way that the only person able to tire the three-time-superbowl champion like this is a four year old girl and Disneyland. 

An hour later, the room is filled with empty plates, full stomachs and tired faces. The three have now changed into their pajamas and the sun is slowly going down in the city. Taylor has no idea how Wyatt is still awake, but she sits right there, fully awake in between Travis and her on the big bed, watching Tangled with Olaf on her lap. Travis is doing his best to stay awake, Taylor has noticed. He always gets more affectionate when he’s tired, and she can feel him doing his best to not fall asleep since minutes already. He’s now sitting up in bed once more, his hand wandering over Wyatt’s head to land on Taylor’s cheek. He strokes her skin gently a few times, and Taylor turns to him smiling, then looking back to Wyatt. She can see her little eye lids are also shutting close every few minutes. Maybe, it’s time to call it a day. 

Her hand is slowly wandering to Wyatt and Taylor caresses her arm a few times.

“Sweetie, should we tuck you into bed and tell you a good night story?” 

Wyatt doesn’t react, and Taylor looks at Travis, just hoping this won’t be the beginning of another break down. Wyatt then sits up, and to her surprise she shakes her head. 

“I want to stay here with you and uncle Trav.” she whispers. Taylor immediately nods, and so does Travis. 

“Of course, baby girl.” he says, his arm around her. Taylor can already see Wyatt’s face changing a little. She’s not just tired, but also starting to get emotional. Time to get this child to sleep. 

“When is my mommy coming?” she asks, her chin trembling. Travis immediately sits up and so does Taylor. 

“Just two more sleeps and mommy and daddy will be here. Are you looking forward to see mommy?” Taylor asks gently and Wyatt nods. She knew the little girl would eventually get homesick. But it breaks her heart more than she thought it would. 

“Yeah, I miss mommy.” she says, looking down and Taylor can already see a tear running down her cheek and landing on little Olaf. Taylor’s heart immediately breaks, but Travis is faster than she is. He just pulls Wyatt onto his lap, hugging her as close as possible. Her little head lands on his chest and he shields her with his big hand gently. Taylor can hear the little cries and her heart breaks some more. 

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. Mommy will be here so soon. So so soon. I promise you that.” he kisses the small head a few times. Slowly, her cries get less and less but Taylor has another idea. 

“Should we call mommy? Let’s say hi to mommy, Wy.” Taylor says and Wyatt suddenly looks up to Taylor. Travis smiles, his fingers already wiping the little tears from the small cheek. 

“That’s a great idea, let’s talk to mommy.” he says supporting Taylor, just steals the little head another kiss. It takes less than two minutes and Taylor has FaceTimed Kylie. She immediately passes the phone to Wyatt and it really does the trick. Within a few seconds, her tears are forgotten and Wyatt excitedly tells her mom about all the Disney princesses she’s met and starts walking around the room to show her all the other toys she got from uncle Trav. Taylor smiles at Travis, uses this moment to cuddle closer to him in bed for a moment. After all, that spot in his arms was taken by Wyatt all day. He just gently kisses the top of her head, whispers a few I love yous into her hair before letting go again. Taylor looks up at him and smiles back. 

“I think there will be a child in our bed tonight.” she mumbles. He nods, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I think so too.” he says and she can’t help but steal him a little kiss. His eyes are small but still full of love for her. She knows exactly what he’s thinking in this moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking the same. 

Time to get used to this. 

[amongemeraldclouds]

the fall

A glimpse into yours and Enzo's life before and after he became a De*th Eater.

De*thEater!Lorenzo x f!OrderMember!Reader

Warning: slight fluff, mostly angst, no happy ending, no use of y/n

Author’s note: I was in my feels so this happened. Just a short one, I could only afford to break my heart in 395 words.

✿ Masterlist

Falling

Your POV, the past

Enzo’s laughter cut through your daydreams and you knew it then, that reality was better than your dreams. It should have been obvious all this time that your blushing cheeks and those butterflies in your stomach when you were around him would give way to something more.

So here you were, watching the sunset with your friends by the lake. The sun cast Enzo’s brown hair in a golden glow and his eyes crinkled at something silly your friends said. You could listen to his laughter forever.

Perhaps it was always obvious that you’d fall for him, you just never dared to admit it. For what good could come from wanting someone you could never keep?

And yet, the truth has a way of sneaking into every cell of your body until it becomes a part of you. Indeed, loving Lorenzo Berkshire was as natural as breathing.

You could spend the rest of your days here: tucked in his arms, eating sweet berries while the sun kept your backs warm and the cool grass tickled your feet. It was all you ever needed.

In fact, it was more than enough.

Fallen

Enzo’s POV, the present

It should have been enough. Stolen glances of your windswept hair as you ran towards danger, waving your wand for your ideals. On a good day, he even got to hear your voice across war zones. Every sign was an answered prayer that you were still here. You made it, battle after battle.

You two were happy once, he recalled. Picnics by the lake, watching sunsets, chasing dreams. You wanted to travel the world and all he ever wanted was to have adventures with you.

Destiny has a way of overriding desires however. The black ink of family legacy and loyalty was as indelible as the dark mark itself. Ambition, preserving tradition, and power should have been enough.

Your voice brought him back to the present. It was a good day, he even saw you from a distance. Of course you weren’t unscathed. You were covered in bruises, some wounds too deep for any bandage to ever reach. But there was air in your lungs and a rhythm in your heart. Surely that should have been enough.

But his heart was wild. And wild hearts never understood the language of “should”s and “shouldn’t”s. 

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket: Round 1

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson (The Space Between Worlds series)

Multiverse travel is finally possible, but there’s just one catch: No one can visit a world where their counterpart is still alive. Enter Cara, whose parallel selves happen to be exceptionally good at dying—from disease, turf wars, or vendettas they couldn’t outrun. Cara’s life has been cut short on 372 worlds in total.

On this Earth, however, Cara has survived. Identified as an outlier and therefore a perfect candidate for multiverse travel, Cara is plucked from the dirt of the wastelands. Now she has a nice apartment on the lower levels of the wealthy and walled-off Wiley City. She works—and shamelessly flirts—with her enticing yet aloof handler, Dell, as the two women collect off-world data for the Eldridge Institute. She even occasionally leaves the city to visit her family in the wastes, though she struggles to feel at home in either place. So long as she can keep her head down and avoid trouble, Cara is on a sure path to citizenship and security.

But trouble finds Cara when one of her eight remaining doppelgängers dies under mysterious circumstances, plunging her into a new world with an old secret. What she discovers will connect her past and her future in ways she could have never imagined—and reveal her own role in a plot that endangers not just her world, but the entire multiverse.

Science fiction, multiverse, politics, mystery, series, adult

The Adventure Zone Graphic Novels series (Vol 1: Here There Be Gerblins, Vol 2: Murder on the Rockport Limited!, Vol 3: Petals to the Metal, Vol 4: The Crystal Kingdom, Vol 5: The Eleventh Hour, Vol 6: The Suffering Game) by Clint McElroy, Griffin McElroy, Justin McElroy, Travis McElroy (Illustrated by Carey Pietsch)

Endorsement from submitter: "One of main characters is in gay relationship with Death"

Welcome to the Adventure Zone!

SEE! The illustrated exploits of three lovable dummies set loose in a classic fantasy adventure!

READ! Their journey from small-time bodyguards to world-class artifact hunters!

MARVEL! At the sheer metafictional chutzpah of a graphic novel based on a story created in a podcast where three dudes and their dad play a tabletop role playing game in real time!

Join Taako the elf wizard, Merle the dwarf cleric, and Magnus the human warrior for an adventure they are poorly equipped to handle AT BEST, guided ("guided") by their snarky DM, in a graphic novel that, like the smash-hit podcast it's based on, will tickle your funny bone, tug your heartstrings, and probably pants you if you give it half a chance.

With endearingly off-kilter storytelling from master goofballs Clint McElroy and the McElroy brothers, and vivid, adorable art by Carey Pietsch, The Adventure Zone: Here There be Gerblins is the comics equivalent of role-playing in your friend's basement at 2am, eating Cheetos and laughing your ass off as she rolls critical failure after critical failure.

Graphic novel, fantasy, humor, adventure, series, adult

[itsscromp]

FNAF animatronics x reader

Did I go see the FNAF movie earlier today... yes. Am i going to write something about it, Hell yes !!! I may be open to writing for the fazgang maybe in the near future but this is just something for me to branch out and get out of my comfort zone. But anyways, Enjoy. Word count:815

One of the many things that clears your head after a day at school is riding your bike around town. It was the major thing that helped calm you down and clear your head. You usually take the same path every time, But today for some reason you decided to mix it up and went down a different road.

Upon riding down the unfamiliar area, You stumbled upon a building that looked abandoned for a long time. It looked like an attraction from back in the day. Under the name of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and the mascot caught your attention.

You wanted to continue on your ride through the area but a part of your head wanted to know if there was anything inside, and why it had been abandoned for so long. The many questions in your mind and there was only one way to satisfy it. So you pedalled around the pizzeria and then found a potential opening at the back.

Parking your bike, You then jimmied the wooden panel and got it open, leading you inside a vent shaft. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you crawled inside and then kicked the vent off. Stumbling inside into what you'd expected. a restaurant and arcade, Still somewhat intact, despite the dust of course.

Continuing to explore the place, you then saw red curtains, A stage ??

"What do you have in the back of their ??' You said to yourself as you went to the one on the left and peeled open the curtain, Jumping when you saw what looked like an animatronic of a fox... wearing an eye patch ?? It didn't look in too good of shape too, seeing the holes on the skin.

"How long have you been here ??" You turned to the other stage peeling back the curtains and saw a bunny, a chicken and bear animatronics too, they weren't in too bad of damage like the fox, but they looked like they did need some TLC.

"Why didn't they take you guys, they could've helped you find a new home..." You closed the curtains as you backed away, having enough of your adventure.

But as you began to walk away, you heard a child's laughter. Now you were starting to get spooked out.

"Who's there ??" You called out.

But before you could react, the place sprung to life as the lights and sounds then shimmered and blared, You then noticed the curtains being pulled back as the animatronics started to dance and sing 'Talking in your Sleep' you were completely mesmerised by what was happening, you froze and watched.

You then found yourself tapping your feet to the beat of the song and then began to lightly dance, this was pretty fun.

Once the song was over, you couldn't help but smile at them.

"That was fantastic guys" You said to them as you picked up your backpack and began to walk out, But you were stopped again once you heard heavy thumping. Turned to see the animatronics moving of their own free will. Was this apart of the show ?? Nevertheless, they walked up to you and just looked down at you, Holy cow they were tall. Your anxiety slowly rose when they circled around you. they reached out their hands to you. But what you didn't expect was they started to tickle you.

"Guys... Stohohohohohop" You giggled as you squirmed around.

Your laughs grew and grew until it started to echo throughout the entire pizzeria. The animatronics had their mouths open, Maybe in a way to show you they were happy ??. That someone has finally interacted with them for so long.

They let you go as you smiled up at them, Whatever was going on. You were pretty happy you did interact with them. The fox gently took your hand and brought you over to a nearby poster and pointed at it with its hook. Showing you a poster with each of them, showing their respective names. The pirate fox is named Foxy. Bonnie is the bunny, Chica is the chicken and the leader Freddy Fazbear.

"It's nice to meet you all" You turned back to the others who had their mouths open, smiling again.

You heard your phone go off as your mom texted you to come back home. oh man.

"I gotta go now..."

They started to look sad, they were sad that you had to go.

"I'll.. I'll come back tomorrow ??' You suggested to them and they perked up, mouths opening again. yaaaaaayyyy !!!!

Foxy then wrapped his arms around you, gently hugging you as you hugged him back gently. Being mindful of the parts and everything, You gave the others a hug as well before waving goodbye to them and crawling back through the vent. You were excited to see them again the next day. They were pretty fun.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board @gooptoshi

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hi sakuraaaa I saw requests are open so I wanted to ask- May I requesteth a platonic Ler itto or Ryuji with lee reader rararararararar- If so then thank youu :D

Ler!Itto x lee!reader

This is a bit shorter than normal (as if all my fics arent short-) but still hope you like it nontheless :3

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Itto x gn!reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Itto

Warnings: Tickles! Itto calls reader "hombre" at the beginning but take it neutral lol

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“Sup’ hombre!— Woah, you look terrible! What happened?” the one and oni had approached you with his usual boisterous demeanor, planning on dragging you into his next adventure that may land him in jail again. All those thoughts went out the window when he saw the undereye bags that adorned your face. 

“Busy, can’t sleep” a sharp response emerged from you, like an automatic machine.

“Busy with what? I’m sure that whatever it is isn’t more important than rest”

Nothing. Complete silence filled the room. Whether you purposely ignored him or got zoned out didn’t matter, Itto’s expression looked as if you just had insulted his whole culture for refusing to take care of yourself. 

“You gonna play like that, huh? Fine then! You asked for this” a mischievous smile spread across his lips as he sat behind you, scooping you onto his lap with ease.

“Woah!— Itto, what gives‐” any complaints fell deaf as you felt some malicious nails claw at your tummy. 

“What’s wrong? Someone’s got a ticklish belly?~” he cooed into your ear, watching as your tired body squirmed. 

“S-stohohop it! I’m seheherious!” you couldn’t hold back. Sleepy giggles spilling out of your lips against your will as the oni’s fingers squeezed and scribbled all over the soft skin. 

“Well so am I! See? Serioussss” he made an attempt at seeming firm with you, which only made you giggle louder, much to his amusement. 

“Pff, silly. But jokes aside, you better get some sleep, or else~” uh oh, those words never lead to anything good.

“Or else whaHAHAHAHA?!” you squealed at the top of your lungs when you felt his lips vibrate against the side of your neck. Before nibbling and making playful growling noises.

“GYAHHH! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I’LL REHEHEST! JUST STYAHAHA—”

Just like that, the tickling ceased. You instantly took deep breaths, feeling like you just ran away from the police trying not to get caught with the Arataki gang. 

All that squirming and laughing really tuckered you out, eyelids slowly fluttering closed. There was a nice warmth in your chest, perhaps you needed this more than you initially thought. Remember to thank him later when you wake up.

Itto didn’t mind having you sleep in his lap, if anything he adored it. He patted your head delicately like a small kitten. “Sleep well, cutie~” he whispered into your ear before placing a ‘lil kiss on your forehead. You can rest safe knowing this oni’s got you.

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[tarotwithdanise]

Your future best friend's personality

1 - 2 - 3

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Pile one

This is someone who already on their spiritual awakening. They are someone who you can't just tricked and fooled easily, this person makes you think twice of all your actions. They are smart people, if you play trick ways, they will know it immediately without any hesitation because they are mastermind. You will meet this person to any spiritual groups and places. It can be that this is where they work or they're someone who used to teach others. People come at them to ask for their advices, they're great mentor. They like to inspire and be inspired. They might come off as mysterious and secretive individual too. You two will create a strong foundation of friendships. It's not yet the right time to reveal themselves fully to you. But all of i had said was the highlights of them.

Pile two

-this gonna be long compared to previous pile, this person is like an open book.

If I were describe this person, they always look at the bigger picture. Most likely, this is is someone who have vision board or they already have an idea what they want to be in the future. Most likely this person is someone who have a young spirit or probably younger than you. They enjoy and love to try new things, they're adventurous and brave individual. They're quite rare individual and ready for any change that surrounds them, in fact they're risk taker and will enjoy traveling around and across each country - they're adventurous individual. I see that they're talkative individual, someone who likes to share their MU's and crushes to you. They're typically jolly and has an extrovert personality, they like encouraging people. If I am not mistaken this person is probably the one who will try to get you out of your comfort zone. I picking up a strong masculine energy so they maybe a boy? but they can also be a girl that just embodied a masculinity. The cons of their traits is that, they experience unstable mental health and might have a very childish attitude, they probably has a lot of break downs with their past that's why. It's like they see their past self to you, that's why they're trying their best to help you as they can with pure intention.

They might be young but their experiences is level up into the next level that most of their ages doesn't yet uncover. I do also see here that even though they not really a ‘star pupil’ or a ‘straight A's pupil’ their classmates or their co-workers likes them to be their leader ; someone who will guide and lead them into a project or teamwork. Some people feels very irritated towards them because they're very jolly, hyper and friendly, somehow their friendliness can affect you because you only have them while they have many choices but what's more interesting here is that they're longing always for your presence, you maybe way more matured and intelligent when it's comes to logic rather than them so this is one of reason why few people take an advantage to their innocent and kindness. And what else? They prefer and like more to share their problems and secrets to you more rather than to their other friends. Like they typically see you as their only lifetime best friend while the rest of their friends is temporary. You tickled this person heart, you got their full trust. This feels like a friendship between a straight forward and trash talker person with their wild and funny friend.

Pile three

This is someone who maybe from a well-off family, it's either the relationship with their family is okay or in other way, it's broken. This is someone who is same age as yours, they likes traveling whether inside or outside of country. They also likes country music and artists. They are not emotionally stable and may need someone to lean on. It's hard for them to somehow find balance between two choices. This friendship may lead from friends to lovers, if both of you will pursued this connection. They may not be good at decision making but they are kind person and will do everything to share the life they have to their friends and other people. This person might own atleast one pet at their home and probably someone who may like the color of black. They maybe act spoiled and stupid sometimes but they're totally kind, it's just they used to act one. They may have an unpredictable nature and maybe someone who hold a lot of responsibilities even though they can't.

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[lilveeblog]

caregiver!willifer headcanons ♡︎

(moodboard created by @jester-jpeg !!!)

✎ you love watching how in love they are.

✎ when JJ has a tough case, the first thing she does when she comes home is snuggle into you. she’ll tickle your sides gently just to hear you giggle and realise there’s so much innocence in the world and things are okay.

✎ the entire BAU team always treats you to more toys - dinosaurs are your favourite.

✎ they are SO protective over you. JJ being in the FBI and Will being an officer, they know the insides out of how to protect you effectively.

✎ they check on you constantly. your much more of a dada’s baby with Will being home more but JJ will call every night before you go to sleep to tell you how much she loves you. When Will isn’t there with you, he’ll do the same.

✎ they love to be active and play with you! you constantly go on adventure days out to nature parks or lakes where you can let go and be your true little self!

✎ you go on the best family adventure holidays - quad biking, skiing, mountain climbing. they push you to step outside your comfort zone but comfort you too.

✎ they play with you all the time. you always rope Will into playing dress up and jj gets home from work to see princess dresses everywhere and her husband in a wig and makeup. you find it so funny.

✎ when you first became their little, it was harder for you to connect to JJ with her being away all the time and even now, it makes you nervous when she doesn’t come home for a few days.

✎ Will is always there, only ever at work half an hour away and he knows you better than anyone. But you still love JJ so much and sometimes seeing her is all you need.

✎ Will makes the best eggs and food whilst JJ gives the best cuddles and tells the funnest stories

✎ you love when they show you off to the team and let you hang around with them in your free time but- especially dinner at rossi’s as pasta is your favourite but equally you love your alone time with them

✎ the morning after JJ comes home (or any time really) , you love sneaking into their bed and wiggling between them. they’ll laugh and hold you whilst you put bluey on the TV and make them watch

✎ jj’s definitely the stricter one, making sure you’re doing your chores, homework, brushing your teeth and finishing you food whilst Will will let you off more than once when you flash your puppy eyes.

✎ they always make sure there’s some fun activities to do. JJ loves doing DIY tasks with you and letting you get your hands dirty on her days off.

✎ bath time is always your favourite. they have bubbles and bath toys and crayons so you can write on the walls! they have bath bombs and the light up ducks too. especially when your mama is home also and JJ will dance in the bathroom to your favourite music with you.

✎ being sad is hard for you because you feel it so completely but Will and JJ do everything to bring you back up again. Will will hold you, talk to you, rock you and watch films with you whilst JJ will take you on a nice walk outside to relax then treat you to donuts and a new toy.

✎ you are everything to them. everything they both do is for you. they both love you so completely.

✎ Will has a picture of you in his wallet and JJ has a picture of you and Will asleep on the sofa (after waiting for her to get home from a case) as her lockscreen. you have a picture of all three of you in Iceland in front of the northern lights on your phone case.

cg! willifer x little!reader fics here <3

dont want to sleep

late night phone calls

[jedi-princess-kestis]

Sunsets and You

Pairing: Crosshair/ Tiha Wenn (F!OC)

Summery: On a quiet and calm summer evening, Crosshair and Tiha share a soft moment together at their home in Pabu when Tiha has Crosshair braid her hair.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: soft Crosshair, fluff. Mega fluff.

A/N: here it is, another installment for the @summer-of-bad-batch prompt challenge! And look at me, I used TWO prompts! For this story I used "Can you braid my hair?" And "comfort zone" to make this story and I actually kept it short this time 😅. I hope you all enjoy! (And Tiha is back!)

@kybercrystals94 @mp0625 @cellythefloshie @lila-rose @sunshinesdaydream @dystopicjumpsuit @gothicgirl100

It had been a few years since they had settled onto Pabu, putting the war and the Empire behind them. The years had tanned their skin more, softened their hardened soldier training, pushing them outside of their comfort zones to pursue families, hobbies and new adventures the island world has to offer. War hardened soldiers bred for pain and endurance now fished and laid about the island's sands, letting their worries for once slip away with the tides.

Tiha sat on the little balcony that hung over cliffs that overlooked The Cove, watching the sun start to set on their home casting a warm glow in its wake. It took some time, but Wrecker had built strong little houses that sat along the cliffs, away from most of the hustle and bustle of the villages. Each family had their own little cottage house, each with a yard, a view of The Cove and something most important to the Clones and the Jedi… privacy. Tiha found comfort in the silence, with only the ocean below and the sea breeze in the citrus trees the only sound to fill the airy home. Years of living in the Temple, then Venator ships for the years of the War with people always about, with noise always floating on the air, the silence was a welcomed change she still to this day thanked the Maker for.

Leaning her elbows onto the stone balcony railing she leaned forward, letting the salt air fill her nose and softly caress her face. Closing her eyes she found peace, feeling the Force dance and dip around her, as though it too was happy to have the silence. As Tiha let the warm glow of the Force fill her mind and wrap around her body, she felt a presence coming from behind. A smile pulled at her lips as the Force seemed to leap and bound with joy as the presence grew closer, enjoying the added energy in the air.

Two strong arms wrapped around her middle, tugging her close to the lean body that enveloped her. A chin rested itself onto her shoulder, pulling her smile wider on her lips. Soft puffs of air tickled her neck, before soft tender kisses were placed just below her ear. Leaning into the touch, placing her hands on the strong arms that wrapped around her, Tiha opened her eyes and tilted her head back so she could see the brown eyes of her lover.

"Hello, Cyar'ika." Crosshair's raspy voice filled her ears as he kissed her cheek. He smiled down at her, enjoying the feel of her warm skin of her sides under his hands. Tiha had always favored light fabrics due to her humanoid species coming from a very hot planet, and since moving to Pabu, she wore crop tops and light pants or shorts most days. Crosshair has also started wearing lighter and looser fitting shirts and pants more often, his shirt usually unbuttoned a good portion of the way, letting his tan chest catch the sunlight. Over time he has gotten used to his prosthetic hand, and didn't feel the need to wear a glove over the metal anymore. The cool metal now laid against the skin of her side but she paid it no mind.

"Hello Dear. How was your day?" Tiha asked as she leaned her head back against his chest, letting the soft rise and fall with each of his breaths soothe her. He hummed against her hair, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin there, his arms now shifting up so they crossed over her chest, pulling her tight to him.

"It was good. Took Omega, and the twins out fishing with me while Wrecker and Hunter worked on the new boat." He answered her as they watched the sunset. Wrecker had married not long after they settled down, taking an island girl as his wife. A year later they had twin boys, Rift and Tawny who were now a few years old. Hunter was currently dating a young woman that had found refuge on the island from the Empire two years ago. They had recently moved in together and Tiha knew marriage would soon be in the works for the two. She hummed a happy sound as she felt his lips kiss her hair once more. They're lives hadn't been easy ones. They had endured so much over the years, so many losses and battles that seemed to age them faster than anything else. Scars still marred their skin and their minds but the years had slowly dulled the nightmares. Now they had all the time in the galaxy to find peace.

The wind picked up slightly, making the trees rustle around them. Tiha felt it tug at her hair, the warm salty air making her feel peaceful in that moment. Crosshair ran a hand over her green hair, careful to skip over the point of her ear as his fingers combed through the locks. "Your hair has gotten much longer." His thick voice broke the silence as he let the green locks fall from his fingertips to her shoulder once more.

"Should I cut it?" She hummed in response, turning around some in his arms so she could better see his face. Over the years he had let his silver locks grow out on the top, letting them fall slightly to the side, covering his scar a little. A slight 5 o'clock shadow made his already set jawbone even more pronounced. His honey eyes looked down at her, his flash hand still wrapped around her waist, his thumb skimming over the smooth tanned skin.

"Do you like it longer?"

"It's the longest I've ever had it."

A smile cracked across his lips as he gave her a knowing look. "That didn't answer my question, Darling." He tipped her chin up with the knuckle of his metal hand as he looked her in the eyes.

With a sigh she smiled up at him softly. "Yes, I do like it. I'm learning how to manage it this long."

A larger smile now took over his lips, before he bent down and kissed her softly in a tender but quick kiss. Pulling away he kept their faces close, his warm breath still on her lips. "Then keep it." He purred before kissing her softly again, his hand still under her chin. Upon breaking the kiss Tiha grabbed his metal hand in her flesh one and looked it over carefully before looking up at him.

"Can you braid my hair?"

Crosshair's face was blank, save for the slightly confused look in his eyes. No one has ever asked him to braid their hair before. Omega always just kept her in a ponytail or bun and Hunter had forbidden anyone to ever touch his hair even as cadets. He had no experience with it.

"I mean…. I've never actually done it before. I'm not sure how good I'd be at it."

Tiha gave a soft laugh, leaning forward so her chin rested on the warm smooth skin of his chest that peaked out from the opening of his shirt. "It's like braiding rope together. I'm used to braid some of the Padawans' hair at the Temple but never actually did it on myself. My hair was never long enough." She pulled back, taking his hand in hers and led him over to the table and chairs on the balcony. "I know it's kinda out of your comfort zone but I'd like it if you tried." She plopped herself down onto one of the chairs and glanced up at her partner. She saw the unsureness in his eyes but also the look of determination.

Finally he broke the silence, "Okay, but don't cry to me if your hair turns into a knotted mess." He joked as he started to run his fingers through her waves of electric green hair. She chuckled and let her body relax in her seat, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers combing her hair.

"If that happens then we just cut it. It will grow back again." His huff of a laugh was her only answer. They fell into a comfortable silence as the breeze made the sea reeds and citrus trees move softly, their leafs and rods making a soft hum around them. The sun continued to set, the warm orange and red glow that fell over the balcony held onto the last rays of warmth from the day. Crosshair finished combing her hair with his hands, before breaking it into three thick strands down her back. His long fingers begin to weave her hair into a thick braid down her back, his work slow as he made sure each pass was tight and even with the rest of the braid. Tiha smiled as he lightly hummed to himself as he continued to braid her hair. She reached out with the Force, feeling his strong and yet calming aura fill her senses. It brought her peace to feel him so at ease, to feel happy in their home. A light tap on her shoulder broke her train of thought, so she turned in her chair slightly to see him.

"I can feel you, doing that Force thing." He smirked down at her. When they first met and she would reach out to feel the members of the squad, her Force signature lighting poking at theirs so she knew they were safe and well, it had unnerved him. He had hated it at first, but over time, especially when they were so far apart from each other, that connection they had soon became a comfort to both troubled and broken souls.

Tiha hummed, reaching up to squeeze his hand before he went back to the braid to finish it off. "It's a force of habit. I like feeling your warm aura. Even if you are next to me."

"I didn't say I minded. It's what got me through some of those hard times, feeling you in my mind… feeling like you were close to me. It's just been a little while since you've done it." Crosshair told her as he tied off the braid, running his hand over it one more time to make sure it was tight and even. Bending down he placed a kiss to the crown of her head, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling back. Tiha smiled up at him, the warm glow of the setting sun making him look younger, his eyes alight like embers on a fire. Time hadn't been kind to them, the war and the Order had taken its toll, left its scars, and haunted their dreams for years after. But one thing always stayed certain… the love that they had always endured through the bad and the good. It made them a home, forged them in the fires to be better and stronger people. Their love, the promise they made to each other brought them to a place where they could finally have what they always wanted: Peace.

"Where did you go, my love?" His warm, raspy voice pulled Tiha from her thoughts. A smile tugged at his lips, he was now moving to sit beside her on the wide chair. His arm looped around her shoulders, his hand smoothing her braid over her one shoulder with his hand. The tips of her ears poked out of the green hair, which felt different as her hair almost always covered them.

"Just thanking the Marker that through it all, we found our peace. Even apart we kept our promises and found our way back." Tiha turned her head to look at him, the fairy lights that hung on the balcony and above it on the roof of the house now shined as the sun finally set beyond the water, the last little light of day slipping into darkness. The soft glow of the lights bathed them in their light, giving the balcony a romantic glow. Crosshair reached up with his metal hand and gently took her chin with it, pulling her closer till his lips touched hers in a soft, tender kiss that made her heart flutter. Pulling back his warm honey eyes shined, his nose bumping her lightly before kissing the tip of hers, making her smile. She looked up, running her hand over the stubble of his cheek, his head leaning into her touch.

"Thank you for braiding my hair."

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Anything for you, My Love."

With a smile she kissed him quickly on the lips, rubbing her nose to his in a tender embrace. "I love you."

"I know."

[robsheridan]

FOR SALE - Charming country estate on large natural property rich with vibrant history, dying for some light restoration!

A uniquely remote location hours from the nearest town will whisk you away from crowded civilization, but don’t worry about getting lonely - you'll be charmed by regular visits from previous residents of the property, who loved it so much they can't seem to say goodbye!

As any adventurous renovator will surely understand, this is a historical property that has not been occupied for a hundred years, so SOME aging & decay are to be expected; all part of the experience! The structures sometime have minor issues with walls & ceilings rotting into the writhing undead flesh of a thousand cursed infernal souls, but it’s nothing some holy water and a good chainsaw can’t cut through! OR just wait until the next full moon, when the unholy manifestation of Lady Sarabetha the Forsaken, Demon Witch of the Shifting Zones, Culler of the Bloodless, will appear again for The Razing, in which she sets the building ablaze with hellfire, cleansing it of escaped souls. It’s QUITE a show, and nothing to worry about: the hellfire will NOT burn you or your possessions or your pets (probably), it ONLY razes the undead fleshrot cursed to grow anew in an endless cycle of pain for all eternity! You’ll feel nothing more than a tickle as the flames pass over you, boiling the blood-soaked walls back to their original BEAUTIFUL oak construction! You can even sleep right through The Razing, but you probably shouldn’t, it can cause nightmares so severe you’ll be unable to sleep or eat or speak ever again. But who would want to miss such a unique event anyway! Think of it as an included cleaning service AND fireworks display! Just keep your eyes on the flames and NOT on Lady Sarabetha! Any direct eye contact will be taken as a challenge to Her authority over the curse - not recommended unless you’re VERY well versed in the regional dialect of ancient arcane black magic spells!

Asking price $3.2 million, all-cash offers encouraged, bidding will be very competitive! Contact Trish at Sarabetha Family Realty

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[foreverautumn89]

Haunted House Hopping

Steve and Jonathan love to go on adventures together all different kinds of adventures. One type of 'adventure' around the Halloween season is ofc going to haunted attractions. Real haunted houses and fake haunted houses, anything spooky or Halloween themed they'll go to it and give it a chance. Even if its not technically a haunted attraction exactly. If its so much as looking at spooky decorations in a store, they'll go there.

Steve and Jonathan usually take the kids to the huanted attractions with them. Except for Holly who doesn't like loud noises and scary stuff and she's never been old enough to go before now. But now that might change…

Jonathan also doesn't like loud noises and the screaming banging ext that comes with it. But the good outweighs the bad. its worth it. He loves to go. Its always fun and exciting even if they don't get scared. Jonathan is not usually scared but he still loves the haunted attractions and wants to go to see if he can get that adrenaline rush of fear and soemtimes he does get scared and its a nice surprise. But Jonathan has a good time regardless.

He loves being out with Steve having fun doing something they both enjoy. Steve putting his jacket on him when he gets cold. Steve holding him while they're waiting in line, his arms wrapped around Jonathan tightly. Steve playfully tickling him while theyre waiting in line. Or holding hands with him while they're walking through the scare zones to the other haunted houses. Cuddling on the hay ride together…

Even if the 'haunt' isn't scary, they still love to admire the lights together, the sets, the decor, the architecture. The detail and the artwork. Its always a good time even if they don't get scared which is the the intended goal. Both of them love the adrenaline rush and all the beauty and magic of the effects.

You'd think they'd stay away from anything scary because they already have real scary stuff going on in their lives. but no. They don't let Vecna win and ruin something that they always loved: celebrating Halloween.

For years, they've been doing this around Halloween. They call it 'haunted house hopping' because they'll try to pick a night and go from one 'haunt'/location to another all in one night and it always turns into a night of chaos in the best way.

[thatsadbietch]

The Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl

Crow's Tickletober Days 3 (full moon), 9 (payback for a scare), 18 (camping), AND 28 (woods/forest)

Warning: Tickle fic! And mild cursing.

After a long day of adventuring, you and Arven settle in for the night. Rather than the comfort of your dorm room, however, he takes you camping and shares some interesting folklore.

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“There! All set!” Arven stated proudly, having finished pitching the tent, your and his sleeping quarters for the evening.

“You know, we probably could have made it back to the dorms before dark,” you mentioned, “so we wouldn’t have had to camp out here all night.” 

“Even so,” Arven replied, crossing his arms, as if he were disappointed in you saying such a thing, “now we can cook over an open flame, which will always make food taste better!”

“Did it have to be in Tagtree Thicket though? At dusk?” You looked around the forest and noted how dark it was getting already, the trees no help as their leaves and branches shielded much of the sunlight from the ground below them.

“Aw, you scared, little buddy?” Arven cooed, half-teasing, half-concerned, messing your hair.  You never asked him to fill this big brother type role, he just kind of inserted himself there: always making sure your team was healed after Titan battles, feeding Miradon, looking out for you in general while never losing sight of his own mission.

“N-no!” You swatted his hand away, “I just know the Mimikyu and Impidimps come out more at night.” Arven released Mabosstiff, as he usually does when you two took time to rest.

“We’ve fought nearly all the Titan pokemon, we’ll be fine! And besides, it’s your first time camping out here, yeah? I plan on giving you the full experience!” You rolled your eyes, kneeling down to build and start a proper campfire… giving up shortly after rubbing sticks together and seeing no sparks.  You ended up releasing your Armarouge and asking it to help light the fire.

“Thanks, Armarouge.  Since you’re out already, do you want to enjoy the full experience of camping with us?” you asked, with air quotes.  The pokemon nodded curtly and sat close to you.  It was familiar with Arven from fighting alongside his team in Titan battles and enjoyed his and Mabosstiff’s company. Arven chuckled at your sass.

“Just wait.  Now that there’s finally a fire going, I can start cooking!”  You noted Arven pulling out his supplies, though it didn’t look like he was preparing sandwiches this time.  You watched him retrieve a small pot and rice from his bag, along with several other ingredients and spices. He was too zoned-in on his craft to notice your confusion, so you merely watched him work.  He didn’t use measuring utensils, but was still meticulous about which ingredients and how much he used, his concentration not faltering once.

“I wonder if his face will freeze like that,” you commented out loud, mostly to yourself, but your Armarouge heard and seemed to be amused.

“Aaaand, done!” Arven announced, presenting to you and Armarouge with a bowl of curry before sitting down across from you with his own and Mabosstiff’s serving.

“Not your usual, Arven,” you pointed out, blowing on a spoonful to cool it off.

“Yeah, I went outside the box for your first camping trip.  You’re welcome, little buddy.” Arven mused, clearly proud of himself. “Curry is super popular in the Galar region.  If they can do it, so can I.” And he did it well, as he usually did with all things cooking.  You’d never tasted a meal of his that you didn’t enjoy.

“You REALLY outdid yourself this time, Arven. I might not be able to go back to sandwiches after this,” you teased, and Armarouge murmured in agreement.

“Don’t get too used to it, some of these ingredients are from Galar, and they weren’t cheap. But you’ve helped us out a lot so… I’m happy to.” Your teasing smirk turned to a genuine smile, looking at your friend and his companion pokemon.  While Mabossiff was still in no shape to battle, he was leaps and bounds better than when you first met him.

Arven looked up toward the sky and grinned.  “How fitting, the moon is full.  You know what that means, don’t you?” You and Armarouge set your empty bowls down and looked at Arven quizzically.  

“I guess not. Well, I promised the full experience, and no camping trip would be complete without telling you the Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl.” 

You couldn’t help yourself: you burst in cackles. “Thahat sounds ridiculous!”

“I’m serious!”

“Okhahay, okay, please enlighten us,” you settled, nudging your Armarouge that was making breathy sounds that could be interpreted as chuckles.

“With pleasure,” he began, his stoic demeanor on the subject only weakening your ability to keep a straight face.

“The legend tells of a Morgrem, shunned by its fellow Morgrem and Impidimps for having white hair instead of black.  Its white hair was so bright, even at night, that it was always seen by both predator and prey, making hunting difficult and risking the safety of its herd.  One day, it was chased out of its herd, forced to wander Tagtree Thicket all on its own.”

Your chortles and looks of amusement faded, letting yourself be immersed in the story.  Armarouge placed a protective hand on your shoulder and scanned the forest around you.

“The Morgrem fended for itself pretty well, considering the odds against it.  That is, until one night, there was a huge, bright, full moon, a lot like this one, actually.”  You looked up, and even through the trees you could tell the moon was at its full glory, and seemed huge in the sky.  

“The moonlight was so brilliant that night, that the Morgrem’s hair appeared to radiate with it.  But it had no more food in its shelter, and had to go looking for more.  That’s when a gang of Spidops ambushed it.” You felt yourself scoot closer to your Armarouge.

“It was no match for the horde of Spidops, not by itself.  And just when it thought it couldn’t take anymore, a huge glow enveloped the entire thicket.  The neighboring town’s residents at the time swore it was as bright as daylight in the middle of the night.  Turns out, it was the Morgrem, evolving into the biggest, strongest, and nastiest snow-white Grimmsnarl ever known.  Not only did it fight off the Spidops, it found its old herd and drove them completely out of the thicket in a terrifying rage, along with any other pokemon that got in its way.  So from then on, the Grimmsnarl’s white hair was no longer a give-away, but a warning to the pokemon and trainers that wander in the forest.  Especially when the moon is full, since it's said that’s where it draws its unfathomable strength. And, if somehow you miss its brilliant white hair in the moonlight, there is no mistaking its guttural, earth-shattering cry…”

“GRRROOOOAAAAARRR!”

You latched onto Armarouge and elicited a frightened, piercing scream, while Armarouge, holding you steady with one arm, readied the other one to defend against what it thought was going to be a gigantic white Grimmsnarl.  However, after a beat you heard Arven breaking into hysterics, and opened your eyes to see not a gigantic white Grimmsnarl, but a Toedscruel.  More specifically, Arven’s Toedscruel, walking back to his trainer, making a deep chuckling sound along the way.

“ARVEN! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF US!”  He almost didn’t hear your scolding over his own laughter.

“Ithihihit was sohohoho gohohohod! Youho should hahave seen your fahahace!” You huffed, feeling your face flush.

“Aww, come ohohon, little buddy,” he said, starting to calm down, returning Toedscruel to its pokeball, “Scary stories are camping staples! And the moon is full, I couldn’t waste a perfect opportunity!” You sighed as your heart rate returned to a normal pace.

“Okay, okay, you had your fun, I’ll take your apology now,” you spat, still in a pout. Arven, seeing this, chuckled again.

“I’m not apologizing, it was a story! That’s what you do when you go camping!” You glared at him, knowing he meant no harm, and was just having a laugh at your expense.  Well, if it's a laugh he wanted…

“Don’t make me make you apologize, Arven!”

“Oooh, I’m soooo scared,” Arven mocked, “What are you gonna do, call the white Grimmsnarl on me?”

“I don’t need the white Grimmsnarl,” you stated, “I have Armarouge.”  You looked past Arven, who was confused for a moment before your ever-loyal pokemon grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him.  Arven jumped, obviously never noticing Armarouge creep over, and tried to stand and break its grip, but Armarouge wasn’t one of your strongest team members for nothing.  

You stood and strode over menacingly, fingers taking the form of claws.  Arven seemed to get it now, and struggled a bit more spastically.

“N-now little buddy, let’s not be hasty, it was all in fun, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it certainly was, we liked your story for sure, right Armarouge?” 

“Ar, mar,” it replied, tightening its grip on Arven.  You reached Arven and placed your “claws” on Arven’s already shaking belly, an involuntary smile starting to form across his features.

“But if it was a laugh you wanted, you could have just asked.”

“Th-that’s nohohot what I said- hehehehe, nohohoho lihihittle buddy!” He giggled, as you wasted no time gently scribbling and skittering your fingers along the young chef’s midsection, a yelp escaping after you slipped a hand under his shirt to reach his bare belly.

“Wahahahait, nohohoho!” Arven gasped, still trying to free himself from Armarouge’s grip.  You looked up to your companion pokemon, and could tell it was just as amused as you were.

“Should a cook’s stomach be so sensitive?” You teased, watching your friend’s reactions, and still futile attempts to keep his composure. “You’d think a cook would need a hardened stomach, since you eat all kinds of different food.” At that, you skittered in and around Arven’s belly button, to which his laughter positively boomed and kicked his legs out, almost kicking you.

“LIHIHIHITTLE BUDDEEEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” He thrashed, but Armarouge held firm, even when Arven’s head was thrown back against its chest in ticklish agony.

“Not where, heeeere?” You dragged, wiggling a finger in his belly button while your other hand still scurried up and down his sides.

“NAHAHAHAHA, DOHOHOHON’T! BWAHAHAHA!” If there were smaller, curious pokemon close by, Arven’s boisterous laughter probably scared them off.  

“Shhh! Arven! The Glowering White Grimmsnarl will hear you!” You continued to torment, backing off of his weakest point to instead test another spot against your ticklish grip, suddenly squeezing the tops of his knees. His booming laugher calmed to a bubbly cackle, which was honestly quite adorable.  

Now that you thought about it, you had only just recently begun to see Arven smile, due to the hopefulness he had for his companion.  Oh, Mabosstiff! You turned and realized he was watching the whole interaction, tail wagging in approval.  Arven followed your gaze to his dear friend.

“Mahahahabosstiff! Dohohoho somethihihing!” And, at his trainer’s command, he did get up to do something.  That something being nuzzling his snout in Arven’s ribs.

“NOHOHOT WHAT I MEANT! MAHAHAHABOSSTIFF, NOHOHO!”

“I think he likes seeing your smile! You don’t do it enough, you know,” you “scolded,” and Mabosstiff offered a “rrrruff” in Arven’s underarm as if to agree.  This only deepened the blush on Arven’s face as his giggling somehow got more bubbly and boy-like, almost making you forget that he was actually your upperclassman.

“TRAHAHAHAITOR! BOHOHOTH OF YOU!” he sputtered, not trying too hard to escape Armarouge’s grip anymore, whether out of giving in or exhaustion, Armarouge couldn’t tell.

“Aaar, ma,” it said, in a tone you recognized as one of concern.  You waved at Mabosstiff, getting his attention and ceasing his attack on his master’s ribs and underarms.  Arven caught his breath as Armarouge continued to hold him for support.

“Are you good, Arven? I’ll take this over an apology any day,” you jested, Arven chuckling now of his own accord.

“You got me pretty good, little buddy, I’ll give you that. I’m okay, now, Armarouge. You can let go.  I would thank you, except you’re also to blame.” Armarouge made that same breathy sound from earlier, recognized as a laugh, and walked back in your direction.  Arven hunched over and rested one of his elbows on his knees, catching his breath. He had the other hand on Mabosstiff, patting the top of his head.  He stood after a moment and looked at you, chuckling again and shaking his head.

“I’m going to bed.  A monster worse than the white Grimmsnarl got to me.  You’ll get yours, little buddy, you’ll see.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say.  I think I like this camping thing, but I’ll turn in, too.  Maybe you can tell another story?”

“NO!”