#Ahahaha he's like *shifts gaze*

[i-cant-sing]

To that one thought about the different monarchs YES TO ALL

Ahahaha im so glad so many people liked that idea (OG post here), so ive decided to work on it. So, lets set the story okay? (also btw do not @ me with historical inaccuracies and dates because i simply dont care about all of this that deeply). This AU will have multiple parts, where reader gets to travel through different time periods (and some of them will be real historic figures, others would be created by me).

Reader is a scientist, was working on her time machine (which is just a small box with time/year slots on it), and decides to travel to the past to solve some mysteries, or perhaps simply for the love of history.

So, where does reader travel to first?

1180. Landing right in the kingdom of Jerusalem. And who does she meet?

King Baldwin IV- the leper king.

Reader wanted to see how leprosy, a deadly disease at the time, had affected the king, who despite his conditions, still managed to possess great military strategies and IQ. And how even though his people knew about his outcome, still pledged their loyalty and unwavering support.

You, a scientist of the modern time ofc brought along futuristic gadgets with you. Knowing how youd look in your present era clothes, you wore a watch that allowed you to change into clothes of old times, to blend in easily. All of your gadgets were concealed easily because of their "invisibility cloak" feature.

You made your way towards the castle, making sure to not let awe be apparent in your face as you took in your surroundings, thinking of all the questions youd like to ask the wise king. Of course, you had to make sure you dont do anything to disturb the historic timeline, because then it just might lead to disastrous results.

Getting into the castle was easy, after all you had equipment to sneak you in undetected. You looked around as the servants rushed around, talking about making the arrangements perfect for the feast. You figured out that the feast was probably for another victory the king had gotten, which meant that everyone would be too busy to notice you snooping around.

With everyone engaged downstairs, you had your way up to the king's study, where you opened the door only to be met with a tall burly man standing there, looking surprised to see you.

"Who are you?" He barked, and you got the worst vibes from this man.

"Uh- Im a servant!" You said,backing up a little, just in case you needed to make a run. The man narrowed his eyes as he looked you up and down. "A servant? No servants are allowed in the king's study!"

"The king sent me here." You lied. "And why are you here if servants are not allowed?"

The man's eyes widened in rage before grabbing you by the neck. "Because Im not a servant, fool! I'm his brother in law!" He shook you hard. "And I dont think youre a servant, if you couldnt recognise me! I will have your head, spy!"

"GUY!" Someone yelled from behind you, making Guy look up as his grip around your neck loosened. "Let her go!"

"Your majesty, she's a spy-"

"She's a servant. I sent her up to retrieve my papers." Guy let you go, as you quickly turned around to see him- King Baldwin. You bowed to him as you gave him a glance, noticing his piercing gaze through his iron mask. His gaze shifted from you to Guy. "And what were you doing here, Guy?"

"I was looking for Sibylia, your majesty." He said.

"In my study? My sister is waiting for you downstairs. Go." Guy scrambled away with his tail tucked between his legs, while you watched as the king made his way into his study, leaving you outside.

You took a step back, about to leave-

"Well, come on in." He called you. You ponder over it for a second before walking in. Look, how many times can you meet a historical figure like him?

Baldwin was sitting in his chair, his eyes looking at you through his mask. "So, who are you and what were you doing here? And dont bother lying, unless you want to be tortured for attempted assassination on the king."

You bit your lip before sighing. "Im Y/n L/n." Clasping your hands together, you took a deep breath. "I came here because... I wanted to know about you."

He rested his chin on his palm. "Why? Do you not know about the king of Jerusalem? Where are you from?" He's not vain, but he knows that his numerous victories have made him popular over the years. So why do you not know of him? Or his brother in law, Guy, who is very vain.

"Im from nowhere. For as long as I can remember, Ive been travelling from place to another. Of course, Ive heard about you, but... I crave to know more." You said, partly telling the truth because you do want to know more about him.

His eyes remained on you, the same intense gaze. "And why should I allow you to know more? Do you mistake yourself to be worthy enough to even be in the presence of a king?"

Shit. He was trying to put you in the corner. You had to play this smart.

You smiled softly. "Of course not. Then again, none of us are worthy of anything God blesses us with." You paused, letting the words settle. "Your majesty, I only wish to know more about you because I like to write. I like to write about history, and when one day, God forbid, you succumb to your illness, wouldn't you like to be known for more than just your victories?" You'd read about how Baldwin IV was a fan of history and stories.

His eyes stared at you- no, through you. Unmoving, he replied. "Man shouldnt be so narcissistic to have someone write about his deeds."

You gave a nod. "Jesus wasnt a narcissist. Neither was Mary, nor Abraham. Muhammad wasnt a narcissist either, yet theyre mentioned in books- holy books, nonetheless."

The room fell silent for a few seconds, before he spoke. "True. But why should I have you write it, instead of using one of my scribes?"

"Precisely for the reason you just said." You raised your head a bit. "They'd write never ending praises for you, portray you as this omnipotent ruler, make you look like a narcissit even. I have a keen eye, your majesty. I like to look at what there is beyond the surface. If you let me be your scribe, I could write about details you dont even know. Id write about your strengths as well as weaknesses, for the generations to read and learn from you."

Baldwin remained still for a few moments before finally standing up, walking directly towards you until he was face to face. His blue eyes shining bright under his iron mask.

"I will let you write, under two conditions. First- I approve what gets to be in the book. And second... you spy for me."

"Wait, spy?"

He hummed. "Well, not a conventional spy. You wont have to leave this castle and penetrate enemy territories to eavesdrop. I still dont trust you enough. No- you- you will spy on my court. I want to know what is happening, when, where, and who says what." Under his mask, he raised a brow. "Do you accept?"

You pretended to hesitate, when in reality this was the exact situation you wanted to be in. "Hmm... yes. I accept."

"Good." He walks back towards his desk. "I expect that it goes without saying- complete discretion." You smiled. "Of course, your majesty."

-

Months passed by as you worked for the king. He let you in on details, allowed you to ask personal questions, and in return you kept an eye on everything that happened in court. Listening on to what the servants whispered to eavesdropping on "secret meetings" of the nobles- of course, headed by Guy. Oh how you loathed that vermin's guts. No- he had no guts. A spineless creature, who blatantly talked of the king's eventual demise and all the ways he'd make the kingdom flourish again, how he'd show "no mercy to Salauddin and his muslims". You have no idea how Sibylla was attracted to him- a man who plans her brother's demise openly.

As for the king, working with him- or for him, wasnt all bad. In fact, it was quite fun. The amount of stories, the secrets youve been able to discover- none of it could ever be found in any history book. Most of all, you respect Baldwin on a whole new level now.

His struggles, ever since he was kid- not being a legitmate ruler, his parents being forced to separate, then being diagnosed with leprosy but forced to keep it a secret, the competition with his other sibling to be the heir, and of course, even when he did become the king, he still had to prove his mettle- his worth that he's worthy of ruling even with his disease.

With his life expectancy being uncertain and a huge amount of responsibility being shovelled onto him, he had to learn a lot and master various skills in very short time.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Y/n could only imagine how isolated he must feel. Not being able to touch anyone, to have a significant other, to constantly win battles and do everything in your power to help the kingdom flourish, just for him to not even be alive to enjoy the fruits of his efforts. And worse, he's forced to give it away to his brother in law, that useless piece of shit.

Its one thing that confuses you about Baldwin. You know how persistent he is, how when he sets his eyes on something, he does everything in power and BEYOND to achieve it. For example, when he was only a child and had started to lose the ability to use his hands, he quickly learned to use his thighs to steer his horse. He did not let his disease hold him back, so how does a person as motivated as him simply allow his kingdom to be left in the hands of someone as incapable as Guy?

Then again, you suppose he's doing it for the sake of his sister. Baldwin adores Sibylla, and you could see why. Sibylla was his older sister, she took care of him, and she was forced to marry early because the court would only allow Baldwin to be king IF she were married, so that when Baldwin dies of leprosy, her husband could take care of the kingdom. Baldwin views it as the ultimate sacrifice, so even though he has tried to separate his sister from Guy, she has refused because she's in love with him.

God knows how. You wondered. Guy does not have any redeeming qualities, then again youre thinking like a 21st century woman. Woman of this time had the bar for men set below the deepest level in hell.

"So, what do you have for me today?" Baldwin asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sighed, shaking your head. "Nothing new, really. Your brother in law, pardon my language your majesty, has been spewing shit about how he'll make the kingdom great again when you die. But when those nobles ask him how, he either has no answer and tries to cover it up by saying its a secret, or he'd say something so ridiculous- his ideas are bound to not only fail, but actually destroy the kingdom even more. I am surprised he doesnt give himself a headache by his own voice. God knows i get one whenever he opens his mouth." You complained, rubbing your temples making the king chuckle. Baldwin seemed to enjoy how informally you spoke.

"Guy is... something else. I apologise on his behalf." You could sense him smiling under his mask. You gave a small smile, but truthfully, your head was actually hurting a lot. You could only hope this was not a migraine developing.

"Would you like tea? Or wine?" He asked as he called in a servant. "Just water for me, thank you." You said, closing your eyes for a few moments as the sharp ache in your head increased.

Baldwin's eyes remained on you, a calculated gaze. "Are you alright? Should I call in the physician?" You shook your head. As if you could trust physicians of this time. "No, I'll be fine after I sleep." You have some medical potions with you that could heal your basic diseases and pains. A gift of modern medicine. But you'll have to use it discreetly, lest someone from this era discovers it and calls you a witch.

The servant soon brought in a chalice filled with water for you and you immediately took a sip of the cool water. Baldwin stood up as he walked over to the window, looking out into the dark night.

"Can I ask you something personal?" You asked. He hummed. You stared at his back, the white cloak he was dressed in. "Do you think if you never had this disease, would you still be a great king? A king who is so motivated to make his kingdom as successful as he can before his time is up?"

He looked back at you, and for a second you wondered if you had slighted him. But these past few months, you've learned to read his body language, despite how hard he conceals both himself and his thoughts.

"No." He said, turning back to the window. "I probably would've been a spoiled brat, I don't think I would've even been chosen to be king. I would've lost it to my half brothers." He tilted his head as he looked at a particular star in the sky. "I suppose my disease is a blessing. God blessed me with it to humble me. Had He not, I probably wouldn't be religious."

"And is that how you see your suffering? A blessing from God?" You asked as you pulled out the medical vial from your cloak and poured it in your chalice. Your headache had started to pulsate now and you needed this.

"I do. I have to serve my people, and my suffering has brought me closer to them and to God. And even with my disease, I was made a king. Isn't that divine intervention? My purpose on earth?" He said almost monotonously, as if he's had this conversation a thousand times.

You took sip of your medicated water, headache immeadiately reducing in intensity. "So... if you had the chance, would you still be the leper king? Or would you be healthy but... not a king? Just a man who gets to experience life like the rest of us, eat normal food, play with others, walk without having to wear a mask, or even fall in love?"

He remained silent, but his shoulders dropped ever so slightly. Tired? Or defeated?

"I prefer not to think about things I have no control over, Y/n." He finally turned around and his blue eyes looked at yours, though this time, there was something else swirling in them. "Finish your water and head to bed. I don't think you're well enough to tell me a story tonight." You smiled gratefully. Over these past few months, the king had enjoyed the modern world stories you told him. Some were literature classics, like Romeo and Juliet, others were straight up fanfic plots with details missing because he wouldn't have understood them anyways.

You were about to pick up your chalice when suddenly Baldwin fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!" You rushed over to him, watching him tremble on the ground as he struggled to breathe. You dropped to your knees and attempted to remove his mask, only for him swat your hand away.

"No! You'll get it too!" He said, his eyes screwing shut in pain. He was worried about you contracting leprosy.

"Just- trust me." You pursed your lips as you moved his hand away and removed his mask, before removing the white veil underneath it, which was there to prevent his peeling skin and sores from sticking to the iron mask.

You didn't gasp when you saw his disfigured face. No, you'd seen it already when they constructed his face using modern technology. You touched his forehead with your palm, noticing how warm it was. This was one of his leprosy fevers, it was serious and quiet painful. But you already know he doesn't die until 1185 and it's still 1180.

"I'll go fetch the physician-"

"No!" Baldwin yelled, struggling to breathe. "No- just-" He suddenly whimpered as pain shot through every fiber of his body, making him dig his heels into the ground. Your heart wrenched at the sight.

"Its- too- hot- i-" you looked around before grabbing your chalice and bringing it to his lips, holding his head in your lap, you helped him drink the water. He drank it all, his forehead now covered in sweat and his face still contorted in pain. You held his hand and squeezed it.

"Its okay, Baldwin. I'm here. I'm right here." You whispered, his head resting in your lap as you gently wiped his forehead with your sleeve.

Baldwin stared up into your worried eyes, and that was the last thing he saw before he passed out.

-

Baldwin woke upto screaming. Opening his eyes, his blurred vision slowly cleared upto watch you and Guy screaming at each other, the latter had his hand clawed into your hair.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TO, YOU WENCH?!" Guy yelled as he shook you harshly.

"A SPINLESS BEING NOT WORTHY OF BEING CALLED A MAN!" You spat back, eyes red with rage.

Guy's eyes widened at the insult before he raised his hand to strike you, but was stopped by Baldwin.

"Guy! Let her go!" Both of your heads snapped towards the king.

"Y-your Majesty?" Guy couldn't believe his eyes. He survived?

"I said- let. Her. Go!" Baldwin commanded as he stood up and walked over to them, making Guy immeadiately let you go and bow to him. Baldwin's eyes landed on you, and you gave him a small bow.

"Leave." Baldwin commanded, eyes fixed on you.

Guy looked up from his his bowing position. "Your Majesty, I'm so glad you're well-"

"I said, LEAVE!" Baldwin's voice boomed, his eyes never leaving yours. Guy scrambled put of the room quickly, and you started to leave as well, but Baldwin grabbed your wrist.

"Not you." He said, those blue eyes piercing into you. "I- how long was I out?"

"2 weeks." You replied.

Baldwin let out small gasp as he let go of your hand and slowly walked towards the mirror in his room. It was quiet for a minute.

"What... happened?" He asked, looking at his reflection.

"Well, after you fainted, I called in the physicians and they took you to your chambers. They had prepared some medication but were hesitant to apply it on you, fearing they'd contract your disease. So, I convinced them to let me do it since I had already touched you. When I was done, your sister, princess Sibylla and Guy came. Guy asked the physicians when you would be dying, and the physicians said a few days and that this time- you may not wake up from your fever. While your sister broke down, and honestly I'm not trying to create problems for you guys, but you could ask anyone and they'd tell you just how much Guy beamed at the news. Anyways, they both left soon after that. Things were quite for a week, with the physicians coming in to give me the medication to apply on you. Then-" you paused trying not to show your frustration in your voice. "In the second week, Guy started fussing around and throwing tantrums since you didn't die yet. I mean, I was in your room but I could still hear him yelling at the physicians outside about how his coronation was being delayed because you were still here. It pissed me off, but you know me- I'm not one to get into family matters. So I didn't do anything. Then today-! Ugh, he came in while I was in your bathroom and I saw him grabbing a pillow and bringing it near your face. He stopped when I chucked your bible at him- so sorry about that but it was nearest thing next to me- and I just asked what he was doing. And do you know what he said? He had the nerve- THE NERVE to say 'I'm just trying to end his suffering, in fact you should do it. I can't risk contracting leprosy, I'm the future king!' And then I chucked your golden cross at him- again very sorry for that. And then we got into an argument and well- that's what you woke up to."

It was quiet again. You looked at Baldwin staring at his reflection, and for a moment, you thought he wasn't listening to you.

Baldwin nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Y/n. You may go to your room now. I will send in some physicians to check if you've contracted leprosy."

You frowned. "I havent-" but you stopped. How were you supposed to explain to him that you're "vaccinated".

In the mirror, his eyes shifted to you. "I know, but I'd like to know for sure. For my peace of mind."

You nodded. "Look, I'll go apologise to Guy right now-"

"No. There's no need. I'll talk to him myself. You've done enough. Please go to your room and wait for me." Baldwin gave you a small smile and watched you leave.

Moments later, he had a guard fetch the head physician in, who confirmed your story.

"Its true, your Majesty. Y/n risked her life to be with you for the past 2 weeks. She didn't leave the room and would apply medication on you herself, changed your clothes, wiped your sweat and even fed you some soup herself. She seemed very determined- almost as if she knew you'd recover. I'm ashamed to admit that I... I did not think you would." The physician even confirmed all the shit Guy had been doing, but Baldwin didn't need anyone's testimony to know that Guy was planning his downfall- and celebrating it. He wasn't surprised by that.

He was surprised by 2 things:

1. You hadn't contracted leprosy.

2. He was recovering from his disease.

"Its true. As you'd asked, I had done a check up on Y/n and I did not find any signs of leprosy... or any disease. She's as fit as can be!" The physician said in awe.

Baldwin smiled at that, looking at the mirror again. His own skin had begun healing. Many of his sores had already disappeared, and his complexion was returning to normal. And physical appearance was one thing, but Baldwin could even feel himself healthy on the inside. That constant ache in his bones was gone, the fatigue was gone, the suffering was gone.

But how? How could it just go away like that?

It's been 2 days since he woke up, and his health only seems to be improving at an exponential rate. And he's still trying to figure out how he got well out of nowhere. Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the events of that night.

All he remembers is falling down, fever enveloping his body so quickly, he felt like he was burning up, and then you were there and you helped him drink-

Baldwin eyes snapped open. It made sense.

He called in the guard and had him fetch his senior council members in his court room.

"I have 2 surprises for you." Baldwin said as he sat on his throne, looking over the members (Sibylla and Guy were also present), all staring and perhaps gawking at how well he looked now. "My disease is cured. I no longer suffer from leprosy." The court immeadiately fell into whispers and mutterings before going silent when he raised a hand. "I know it sounds impossible, but as you can all see, my health has not only improved but in fact I have become stronger. My body is no longer ridden with sores and boils. I no longer wear a mask, neither do I require assistance in walking. In fact, I am even able to use both of my hands to not only use a sword but also-" He pulled out a dagger and aimed it an apple he threw in the air, piercing right through it. "- I am no longer blind in one eye."

The court erupted in cheer, congratulating the king and praising God for saving Baldwin and the kingdom. From his throne, he could see Sibylla clapping in joy and wiping tears from her eyes as she smiled at him, while Guy looked at him in shock.

"Your majesty! What's the other surprise?" One of the members asked.

Baldwin smiled as he stood up.

"I have found a wife. She's the one who healed me."

He looked at the court that had once again erupted into cheer.

"Jerusalem has a new Queen."

-

"What do you mean I can't leave?" You asked the guard who was stationed outside your door.

"Ma'am, as I said before, the king has asked you to wait for him and ordered us to not let you leave until he comes." He said before closing the door again.

You scoffed. Can't leave? Why the hell not?

It's probably because I insulted Guy. He wants to punish me because of that. Will he throw me in the dungeons? Or will he just have my head chopped off?

You pulled out your time machine, the small box in your hands.

Well, I'm not sticking around to find out. Time to leave-

Just then, you heard the door open, making you hide the machine again. Is he finally here?

"Princess Sibylla." You bowed.

She chuckled, grabbing your shoulders. "Now, now. There's no need for that. In fact, I have to be the one bowing to you now." She said before kissing your cheeks. She's always been very humble and kind, and over the past few months, you've developed a good friendship with her.

You gave her a quizzical look. "What do you mean?" She laughed again. "Oh come on. You don't have to hide it anymore. Tell me, how did you persuade Baldwin to marry?"

"The king is getting married? To who?"

Sibylla raised a brow at you. "To-"

"Sibylla." A voice cut her off.

Baldwin was standing at your door. You bowed quickly, he looked at you before shaking his head at his sister.

"Will you leave? I have to talk to Y/n."

Sibylla nodded as she walked towards the door, but not before giving him a hug and congratulating him.

You two were alone now.

Baldwin had his hands clasped behind him as he walked closer to you.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, eyes shifting to his hands. Is he holding a knife? To punish you for insulting Guy?

"I'm well, all thanks to you." He replied.

"Huh?" You looked at him confused, but your mind was still occupied with his hands. What is he hiding?

I need to delay this and find an escape route to use my time machine. You thought.

"Um- I uh- I heard you're getting married." You gulped, eyes still fixed on his hands, trying to anticipate any sudden movements.

"I am."

"Oh um, congratulations."

"Thank you." Baldwin said, tilting his head slightly at your wide eyes fixed on his hidden hands.

Cute.

"Y/n." He called out to you.

"Look, if you- if you're still mad at me about what I said to Guy, I apologise. But- but just so you know, I- I DONT THINKS ITS GOOD OMEN TO MURDER ME BEFORE YOU GET MARRIED!"

"Y/n."

"I WILL HAUNT YOU-! IM SORRY BUT I WILL AND I WILL HAUNT YOUR WIFE AND YOUR KIDS-"

"Y/n!" You looked at him as he stared at you with amusement. "You're being ridiculous."

"Huh?"

With one hand, he cupped your cheek as he brought himself closer.

"Why would I kill my soon-to-be wife?"

What? Wait-

"What?!" You shrieked backing away. "What kind of joke is that?!"

Baldwin looked insulted. "I wouldn't joke about this. You're very important to me."

"No- I- what?!"

He sighed as he sat on your bed. "Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? You saved me from an incurable disease, clearly you're the Chosen One, sent to me by God, and now I'll marry you."

You looked at him perplexed. "What are you talking about?! Saved you? All I did was help you drink water, apply your medication and-" you paused.

Helped him drink water... from my chalice... the one with... the medicinal vial.

"No." You covered your mouth in shock. What have I done?! This would change history completely! Shit. Shit. shit shit shit-

"Yes. You dont have to be so worried. The council is actually quiet happy that Im marrying someone, and they agree that there is no better match than the woman who saved my life-"

"I did not save your life!"

"Of course, you did. You gave your chalice-" "How is that even possible?! It only had water!" "Water that touched your lips first. Of course, it mustve been your essence, your saliva that healed me-" "Ew, no. Do you even yourself?! This is all unbelievable!"

Baldwin furrowed his brows slightly. "Its... not. I mean, look at you. You spent weeks taking care of me, you touched me, and yet did not even show signs of any illness, let alone leprosy! Of course, youre the chosen one!"

"I am not the chosen one!" You yelled as you pulled at your hair frustratedly. How could you fuck up so bad? If Baldwin really is cured, then history will be changed- and it will have disastrous impacts on future-

Baldwin pulled your hands away from your hair, tutting at you. "Dont do that. Youre the Queen, you cant hurt yourself."

"I am not the Queen."

He nodded. "Yet. But you are a princess now." Baldwin said as he pulled out the box hed been hiding behind his back all this time. Before you could even react, he'd already pulled out the big gold ring with a sapphire that had tiny diamonds around it and he slipped the ring onto your finger. You gawked at the ring making him chuckle.

Baldwin bent down to kiss your forehead sweetly before tapping your cheek admonishingly.

"Now, no hurting yourself princess. I want my queen in perfect health." Your cheeks reddened at how close he was, making him laugh even more as he pecked your forehead again and turned to leave.

You couldn't even say anything, he'd left you speechless. He looked back once, a lazy smile on his face.

"I should leave you to rest now, before Sibylla returns and starts pestering you with wedding preparations. She told me that shed been looking forward to this day for a very long time."

so this is part 1. thoughts????

PART 2 here!

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Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou

Word Count: 1,535

Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.

A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D

“I said, give it to me!”

“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”

“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”

Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.

He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”

“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”

“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

“Gimme the remote!”

“I said no.”

Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.

“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.

“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.

The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.

“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”

“I never said you were.”

“Then tell me what that sound was!”

Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.

“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”

“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”

“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”

“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.

“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”

“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”

“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.

“Not ticklish, huh?”

“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”

“That’s not nice, Bakug–”

The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.

“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”

A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.

“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”

“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”

The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…

“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”

The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.

“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”

“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”

“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.

“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst. 

Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.

Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.

“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.

Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.

“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.

“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”

#my hero academia #mha tickle #my hero academia tickle #bnha tickle #my hero academia tickle fic #mha tickle fic #lee!todoroki #lee!bakugou #ler!todoroki #ler!bakugou #switch!todoroki #switch!bakugou #todobaku #bakugou x todoroki #platonic tickles #ship tickles

[mindyco]

AHAHAHA, Mammon's was the most fun to write. I can just imagine you and Mammon both just struggling and Mammon making it even more confusing even though he's just trying to help. What a chad. Artwork credit: @myt_s3

Scenario: The brothers' reaction to you asking for some help with your homework

You gather your materials and muster the courage to knock on Lucifer's office door. The grandeur of his office instantly captures your attention as you step inside.

Lucifer, seated behind his imposing desk, raises an eyebrow as he sees your frustration. He sets aside his paperwork, his expression shifting to a mix of concern and curiosity.

"What seems to be troubling you, my dear? I can sense your frustration from a mile away."

With a calm yet authoritative demeanor, Lucifer gestures for you to take a seat across from his polished mahogany desk. He listens attentively, his piercing gaze focused on the reader's every word.

The room is adorned with shelves of meticulously organized books and antique artifacts, creating an atmosphere of knowledge and authority. Lucifer offers guidance, occasionally referring to the books in his office for additional resources and examples.

As you begin to grasp the concepts under his patient tutelage, Lucifer's stern expression softens into a small smile of satisfaction.

"Ah, I see the gears in your mind turning now. Remember, with determination and guidance, you can conquer any academic challenge that comes your way."

You timidly enter Mammon's room, finding him surrounded by stacks of textbooks and papers. Posters of action-packed movies and video game characters decorate the walls.

Mammon, initially engrossed in his own notes, jumps up with a mix of surprise and delight upon seeing your struggle. He scrambles to tidy up his workspace, making room for you.

"Oi! What's with that face, huh? Don't worry, the Great Mammon's here to save the day!"

Mammon's enthusiasm to help quickly gets the best of him as he dives headfirst into your homework. However, his own struggles with the subject matter begin to surface, resulting in a hilarious spiral of confusion and frustration.

He groans dramatically, clutching his head in mock agony, and says, "This homework is like an unstoppable demon! It's trying to steal my brain cells!"

Mammon's attempts to simplify the concepts lead to hilariously exaggerated explanations that confuse you even more.

"Alright, listen up! Think of equations like treasure maps, and numbers as those shiny gold coins. We just need to find the X that marks the spot!"

Despite their shared struggle, Mammon's determination remains unwavering. His cheerfulness creates a soothing place to study.

"Don't worry, human! We'll finish this homework together. The Great Mammon doesn't back down from a challenge!"

Seeking refuge in Leviathan's cozy gaming den, you enter the room, instantly captivated by the colorful LED lights creating a soft glow. The walls are adorned with posters of fantasy worlds, and plush bean bags provide comfortable seating.

Leviathan, absorbed in his own gaming session, looks up with a mix of surprise and curiosity upon seeing your struggle. He sets aside his controller and shifts his attention to them, a mixture of empathy and excitement in his eyes.

"Whoa, what's got you in such a bind? Let me guess, math? It's math, isn't it?"

With a reserved yet genuine demeanor, Leviathan offers his assistance. He invites the reader to sit beside him on the plush bean bags, the sound of virtual battles faintly echoing from his gaming setup.

Leviathan's extensive knowledge in the subject matter becomes evident as he engages the reader in a discussion. He provides relatable examples and connects the homework problems to his favorite games, making the concepts more accessible.

"See, understanding math is like leveling up your character. Each problem you solve is a new skill point earned!"

As you begin to grasp the concepts and gain confidence, Leviathan's reserved smile grows wider.

"Hey, you're doing great! Don't stress too much. Just remember, you're not alone in this. We'll conquer the homework battlefield together."

You seek solace in the library, where rows of bookshelves line the walls, filled with volumes of various subjects. The smell of old parchment fills the air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Satan, engrossed in his own reading, looks up with a mix of surprise and concern upon seeing your struggle. He closes his book and sets it aside, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Homework troubles, I presume? Let me take a look."

With a scholarly and inquisitive demeanor, Satan offers his assistance. He guides you to a cozy reading nook, where a table is piled high with textbooks, notebooks, and reference materials.

As you and Satan delve into the homework, it becomes apparent that he possesses a vast amount of knowledge across various subjects. He methodically explains concepts and provides insightful explanations to help you understand.

"You see, the key to solving these problems lies in understanding the underlying principles. Let's break them down step by step."

Satan's passion for learning and his love for books shines through as he guides you through the intricacies of the homework.

"Ah, fascinating! I always enjoy unraveling the mysteries of academia. Together, we'll expand our knowledge!"

As your understanding improves, Satan offers words of encouragement and a proud smile.

You seek solace in Asmodeus' lavish room. Mirrors line the walls, reflecting the soft glow of scented candles and the sparkle of jewelry displayed on vanity tables.

Asmodeus, engrossed in his beauty routine, turns towards you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. He sets aside his beauty products, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"Oh, darling, you look positively stressed! Let's see what we can do to turn that frown upside down, shall we?"

With a sharp and intelligent demeanor that contrasts his usual focus on beauty, Asmodeus offers his assistance. He invites you to sit beside him on the vanity chair, where books and notes are scattered among the makeup brushes and palettes.

"Now, let's tackle this homework and show you another side of my brilliance. Beauty is not my only area of expertise, you know."

As you and Asmodeus delve into the homework, it becomes evident that he possesses a wealth of knowledge across various subjects. He effortlessly explains complex concepts and offers insightful strategies to approach the problems.

"You see, my dear, beauty and brains go hand in hand. Just as I understand the art of aesthetics, I also understand the art of problem-solving."

Asmodeus' intelligent guidance helps you navigate through the challenges with newfound clarity and confidence.

You seek refuge in the kitchen, where Beelzebub is preparing a mouthwatering feast. The aroma of delicious food fills the air, and cabinets are stocked with an array of ingredients.

Beelzebub, momentarily pausing his cooking, looks up with a mix of surprise and concern upon seeing the reader's struggle. He sets aside his cooking utensils, his expression shifting to one of determination.

"Hey, you look like you could use a break. Let's take a moment from books and fuel up!"

With a hearty and caring demeanor, Beelzebub offers his assistance. He clears a spot at the kitchen table, which is adorned with various cookbooks and food-related magazines.

"Alright, let's tackle this homework with a full stomach! Food always makes everything better!"

As the reader and Beelzebub sit down together, surrounded by the delicious aroma and the sight of food being prepared, Beelzebub starts piling plates high with scrumptious dishes, completely forgetting about the homework.

As they indulge in the mouthwatering feast, Beelzebub and you engage in a lively conversation, sharing funny anecdotes and laughing together.

In the midst of the delightful meal and laughter, the homework becomes a distant memory, and Beelzebub's contagious joviality lightens your spirits.

"See, a full stomach and good company can solve anything. We'll tackle that homework later, but for now, let's savor this moment of delicious distraction!"

You find Belphegor curled up in his cozy bedroom, surrounded by fluffy pillows and soft blankets. The room exudes a calm and serene atmosphere.

Belphegor, initially half-asleep, stirs awake with a mix of surprise and curiosity upon seeing your struggle. He props himself up, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance mixed with concern.

"Ugh, can't even get a decent nap around here. What's got you all worked up? Let's get this over with so I can go back to sleep."

With a laid-back yet caring demeanor, Belphegor offers his assistance. He gestures for you to sit beside him, where a mountain of soft pillows and a cozy blanket provide a comfortable study space.

As you and Belphegor dive into the homework, Belphegor offers occasional humorous commentary and unconventional shortcuts to make the process more relaxed.

Despite his nonchalant attitude, Belphegor's guidance and occasional hints help you navigate through the challenges.

"Hey, not bad. You're making progress, even if it's as slow as a tortoise. Just a little more, and we can both go back to our beauty sleep."

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #obey me belphie #lucifer obey me #obey me mammon #headcannon #cute #fluffy

[happyinjection]

♠️♥️High Card Short Story 6 “An Afternoon with Finn and Chris” (2/3)♦️♣️

Finn was in the middle of taking martial arts lesson from Chris. His punches were becoming sharper than ever before~

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1542342590577537026

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

Over the lunch break, Chris’ martial arts lesson continued.

Thanks to that, my punches had improved by a lot, and as such I was thrilled.

“Amazing, Chris! I knew guys who learned the real thing are on a completely different level!”

“Eh, what are you saying, as expected from your admirable senior Chris? Ahahaha, don’t flatter me like that. Are you going to follow me for the rest of your life? Come on, stop teasing your senior. Ahahaha.”

“I never said, nor had a single thought of anything like that.”

“Jokes aside, I see that Finn has grasped the basics. Alright, let’s wrap it up for today. Back I go to dessert time—”

When Chris turned and reached for his suit jacket, I quickly grabbed on the man’s arm, pulling him back.

“I’ve still got three more puddings sitting in the fridge, though..…”

“But that one-two I did earlier is just a part of boxing, right? Even if it may be impossible to learn MMA here, you can still teach me muay thai, can’t you?”

Chris let out a resigned sigh.

“Muay thai is different in terms of its stances and several other stuff, but if we’re only talking about the punches and kicks, then it is not too far apart from kickboxing.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

Although what he said was for my own benefit, it was unusual for me to be listening to Chris so seriously.

“If I must mention a major difference, in muay thai there are elbow strikes, and then the ultimate difference lies in clinching.”

“Oh, clinching is….. when you use your arms to lock your opponent’s neck and try to overpower them, or hit them using your knee in attempt to knock them down? Something like this.”

While holding both of my arms up to the level of my head as though embracing someone, I lifted my knee and made repeated strikes.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Teach me!”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds.”

“If that’s the case, try that move on me.”

“Eh~”

“We’ve gone through the trouble of taking our suit jackets off, so why not.”

“You’re really one pushy kid, aren’t you. A small demonstration it is then. By the way, I’m taking advance payment for this, okay?”

I ignored him, yet Chris took a step forward nevertheless. Facing each other up close, our height gap became quite noticeable.

“Now, put your arms around my neck.”

“Like this?”

As I circled my hands around the nape of Chris’ neck, I could sense his body heat.

“No smoochies, ‘kay.”

“Fuck off.”

After that, Chris put his arms around my own neck as well. Pressed between mine, Chris’ arms were flexing.

I looked up at him, and our gazes met.

“This is the stance of clinching. From this position, you can hit your opponent using your elbows or knees, or throw them if you’d prefer.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

“Let’s try a little something, hup,”

“Woah—!”

—Before I knew it, I was staring up at the sky.

Rather than getting thrown, it felt more like I was being knocked over. Right before I hit the ground, I was jerked and pulled back up to an upright position. Had Chris let go of his hand, I would have toppled over unceremoniously for sure.

“Amazing! What on earth was that!!”

“The concept isn’t that hard.”

Chris put his arms around my neck once again.

“If I put some strength into my arms, you will brace yourself on them, right? When that happens, since your point of balance shifts and you lose your footing in one leg, I can hit your leg right there to flip and—hup,”

“Woah~!”

Exactly like before, I found myself looking up at the clear sky again.

“Wahaha! This is so sick!”

“It’s giving the feel of playing with a relative’s child.”

Even though I had been more careful compared to last time, I was still getting thrown off so easily that I started to lose my mind. Once again Chris helped pulling me up.

“Abuse of the technique is strictly forbidden. Except maybe when you’re trying to score one with a girl.”

“Seriously though, it’s like magic.”

When one experiences a sophisticated technology without understanding it, it would feel really mystifying.

“Teach me how to do it.”

I said, as I gestured by swinging my hands through thin air.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to. Isn’t it better to develop what you’re already good at?”

“No problem. It’s not like I’ll lose my skills by learning another.”

“The same goes for me, I can’t dodge like Finn does, that aspect of me exists too, so I’ve given up on it.”

“In your case, it doesn’t matter even if your neck is broken or your face is blown off.”

“You guys always speak about me as though I’m a toy that can be replaced, huh.”

This time, I practiced the one-two that I had learned.

“You’re always fooling around, but you’re surprisingly theoretical, ain’t you.”

“Experienced and also actually intelligent at the same time, everyone’s big brother…… yup, it’s this Chris Redgrave.”

He ran his fingers at where his bangs parted, brushing his hair back.

“When you were giving all that crap of an explanation to me, you kind of resemble Vijay.”

“Stop that. Who are you calling a pure-bred plant.”

“Did you call me?”

“Wuoghh!”

I and Chris stepped back in surprise.

In one of the garden chairs surrounding the table, Vijay sat with his legs crossed. He was stroking the leaves of a houseplant (which I believed to be Amanda for today) on the table.

Vijay directed his cool gaze our way, and took a sip of chai from his glass mug.

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TL notes: I’m in no way a professional translator so if you find any mistakes, please do not hesitate to inform me right away. I highly recommend looking up how “clinching” actually looks like for better visualization (it’s worth the effort). As usual, let’s enjoy High Card together~

#highcard #high card #hcss #finn oldman #chris redgrave #vijay kumar singh #translation

[purecantarella]

Need A Little Sweetness

happy yeji day my lovelies!! i hope you're all doing well and i know its been a hot minute since yall seen me but i am 90% that through this semester i died but here we are HAHAHAAH now lets celebrate this adorable little kitten's birthday, shall we? hwang yeji x reader disclaimer/s : none, this is floof. i dont think i even cursed, give her an award AHAHAHA

also this gif made my heart stop yall

You worked at a café, a rather popular one at that. It was often packed with tons of customers, men, women, and everything in between but you never batted an eye on it. It didn't really bother you as long as it didn't take away from your job.

You weren't blind to the fact that they all came for you.

The shop was crowded filled to the brim with customers, as it always was, while you manned the machines behind the counter while everyone made attempts to catch a glimpse of you. Flipping levers and filling cups with a big smile on your face, all of the people in line swooned over you.

"Macha Frappe for Jae...!" You called out through the rowdy crowd, the same smile etched onto your lips as the man walked up to the counter with a heavy flush. "Here you go, sir." You offered to his shaking hand.

"U-Uhm, I wanted to ask if..." You quirked a brow at him curiously, tilting your head to the side, kind eyes slowly urging him to finish his thought. Instead, he shook his head before quickly bolting out of the door. Your eyes widened but again, you didn't really pay it any mind, shrugging it off before returning to your duties.

"Y/n." The firm voice of your manager before he signaled for you to come to the back. Soft groans fell upon the lips of those waiting for their drinks. You giggled before turning to your manager, offering him your full attention with enthusiasm. "What's up, boss?"

"Look, you know how you took a leave last week?" He paused to gauge your reaction. When he saw you nod slowly, he smiled at you sheepishly. "Well we're going to need you to make up the hours you missed." As you opened your mouth to complain, the older man gave you a glare, warning you.

were a full-time student in college with no work experience and hardly cent to your name.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual, minutes began feeling like hours, and you were there until closing time, midnight. More customers came and went, some of which made attempts to ask you out but you were simply not in the mood to deal with strangers being interested in you. It had just been a lot.

There stood a tall figure, her features almost completely covered by what she was wearing. You could tell she was an idol with her entire ensemble. But it wasn't uncommon especially at this time of night. At this point, it didn't really phase you.

"Good evening." You greeted with a tired smile.

"My managers haven't exactly had my best interest at heart." The idol noted while leaning up against the bar, her hand lifting her cup up to her lips. Your gaze trailed up to meet the woman's eyes, for the first time since the shift began, you pushed the textbook out of your hands.

The corners of your mouth pulled up slightly. A dry chuckle emitting from your throat before you gave Yeji your full attention. "I get that..." You trailed off, disappointment still evident in your eyes. The singer looked around the shop, little to no one was there.

It wasn't often it happened when you were on shift, but it wasn't impossible. "If I pay for another drink would you like to join me?" She asked with a soft, sweet smile.

You turned your head

"...Fine..." You muttered begrudgingly, before turning back around. "Smile, Y/n." He reminded in the same firm tone that filled you with so much anger and frustration.

Your manager had long monopolised on your popularity and politely encouraged you to take on more shifts because of it. As much as you'd like to leave instead, you begrudgingly stayed. After all, you were a full-time student in college with no work experience and hardly cent to your name.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual, minutes began feeling like hours, and you were there until closing time, midnight. More customers came and went, some of which made attempts to ask you out but you were simply not in the mood to deal with strangers being interested in you. It had just been a lot.

As sun fell and the night washed over the sky, business slowed down a bit. The café was almost abandoned, you were the only one left to man the register and make the drinks, your manager had left you to close up.

To fill the empty time, you'd pulled out one of your textbooks, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes as you leaned against the counter for support. Your mind was no longer processing the heavy information you were being fed. A frustrated groan left your lips as the bell of the front door rang, and you shot up immediately.

There stood a tall figure, her features almost completely covered by what she was wearing. You could tell she was an idol with her entire ensemble. But it wasn't uncommon especially at this time of night. At this point, it didn't really phase you.

"Good evening." You greeted with a tired smile.

"I'll take a dark roast, please. Thank you." She muttered, her voice sounding as worn out as you felt. You nodded quickly before setting the machine up. As you waited for it to heat up again, you looked at the young woman who stood in front of you.

You recognized her, she was one of those girls from Itzy. You didn't keep tabs on them but you did know their faces. Hers in particular, Hwang Yeji, was an absolute vision to you. You cleared your throat before speaking, a part of you curious about her presence so late. "It's not often I see idols at this time without their members or their managers..."

"My managers haven't exactly had my best interest at heart." She paused to fiddle with her fingers. "I guess I just wanted a break from them."

A dry chuckle emitting from your throat before you gave Yeji your full attention. "I get that..." You trailed off, disappointment still evident in your eyes. The singer looked around the shop, little to no one was there. "Whenever I pass, this place is usually booming. Slow night?" She asked curiously.

A soft humming behind you took your attention, alerting you that the machine was ready. You gave her a single nod before turning to make her order.

"It doesn't happen often but I suppose nothing is impossible..." You replied, sliding the coffee into the singer's hand. For a minute there's a lull in the conversation "If I order another drink would you like to join me?" She asked with a soft, sweet smile. You looked at her in amazement before you giggled uncontrollably.

"Your smile is just radiant..." She muttered before cupping her hand over her mouth. 

The smile on your face brightened as you poured yourself a cup of the dark, warm liquid. You took a sip, never breaking eye contact with the young idol. "So miss Leader, tell me about yourself."

"You're a fan?" Yeji asked with a quirked brow as she leaned forward, challenging you with a wide grin.

You pretended to think for a moment, looking up to really sell the act. Your gaze returned to the singer's amused expression. "Not really... but maybe that'll change."

The night flew by without either of you realizing it. Empty hours usually spent watching the clock were replaced with laughter and endless conversations. It was the happiest you'd truly felt while you were in your workplace.

"Yeah, then Yuna said—" Before Yeji could finish her thought, her phone began to vibrate violently making her face color drain. Quickly, she pulled the phone up and stuffed the device into her pocket. "I have to go, my managers realized I got out."

She began to fidget for her wallet but placed your hand over hers, lightly restraining her. "The company you gave me is more than enough for a couple coffees." You smiled up at her, as your hand remained over hers.

Yeji smiled down at you apologetically before dashing down the street. You smiled down at your hand, the warmth still lingered, making butterflies escape in your stomach. You giggled to yourself.

'You don't meet women like that all the time...' You thought before turning to turn off the machine and prepare to close up for the night. The memories of the night keeping you smiling the entire time.

The next few days were rather uneventful, so much so that you simply couldn't get Yeji out of your head. Every now and then you stay a little later at night, much to your fanatic customers delight, to potentially catch a glimpse of the singer again. Much to your disappointment, she never returned.

You'd supposed it truly was a once in a lifetime experience, one that seemed to be completely one-sided.

It was another late night, a surprising amount of people were still present. You deduced it was because they heard that you were staying later recently. With each customer, your energy began to diminish.

"Good evening, welcome! What'll you be having...?" You trailed off looking down at the monitor of the register, faux smile still very much present.

"Oh I'll have a dark roast with an extra shot of Y/n?" The familiar voice said in a hushed tone before peeking their eyes out from under the cap she wore. Your eyes immediately brightened as you stared at the singer's covered face. "Rather forward of you, don't you think?" You teased, the grin on your face never loosing its shine.

Yeji merely shrugged, the grin on her face still prominent. She cautiously looked around before whispering, "I'll wait for them to clear out...then can I take you out?" The singer asked with a twinge of blush coating her face.

You smiled shyly, before nodding. The crinkle of her eyes grew smaller as she nodded and slipped a bill for the coffee. Half an hour passes before your co-worker comes in as per your request so you can escape the job quicker.

You both met up in front of the café, which garnered a few disappointed looks from your loyal customers.

You looked at her with an amused expression, arms crossed as you neared the taller woman. "So why'd you come back, Hwang Yeji? Couldn't get enough of the coffee?"

Yeji giggled before moving to stand beside you as you both made your way through the cold Seoul night. "Nope, work's been bitter enough..." She paused to look down at you, nudging your side gently. "I wanted a bit of sweetness this time around."

You smiled up at her shyly before you began to talk the night away again, like you had before. Excited to see where the sweetness would take you.

yeah i dont know what the last line was but here we are HAHAHAHA i hope that you all enjoyed that and Yeji day as a whole!! i'm gonna try and comeback with a few more fics in the next few days, granted i don't get dogpiled on by work but it's pride month next week so i hope to have some fics out by then since it is important to me and to a lot of people!! i hope you've all been keeping safe, my lovelies 😊 i'll see you vv soon, keep safe, and i love you all with all i can give 💖 - r

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy reactions #itzy headcannons #itzy x reader #itzy fluff #itzy yeji #hwang yeji #yeji imagines #yeji x reader #yeji fluff #yeji reactions #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop idol fluff #kpop idols reactions #happy yeji day! #purecantarella

[lovelynim]

TickleTober 2022/Day 04 - Reward

Link Click - Lu Guang x Cheng Xiaoshi

The sound of the bell above the door ringing as another client left the photography studio was the sign for Cheng Xiaoshi to finally let go of that good employee’s facade. The boy groaned tiredly, placing his hand over his neck as he moved his head around.

“We are finally done… If I had to go through that fight one more time, I’d give up!”

“Well, but you didn’t,” Lu Guang replied while organizing a few papers. Turning his head towards his friend’s direction, he smiled fondly at him, “you did well this time.”

The brunette didn’t expect the other to agree so easily with him. Widening his eyes and blinking a few times, Cheng Xiaoshi coughed, taking his gaze away as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Y-yeah, I did,” he bragged, trying to shift the focus to something else as he quickly turned and walked to the living room in the back, dropping his body on the couch, leaning his head on the cushions and letting out an audible sigh. 

Lu Guang watched, giving the best of his efforts to hold back some soft chuckles. Cheng Xiaoshi was really that easy to read. He could tell his friend was looking for something else than a simple praise. Right, it wouldn’t fit his persona if just that was enough.

“Hey,” Lu Guang called as he walked to the couch, stopping in front of the other.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I was thinking that maybe we should do something else after completing this job. It’s not like it was an easy mission, especially for you,” Lu Guang explained, taking a seat next to Cheng Xiaoshi as the brunette moved to give him some space.

“Hah? And what do you have in mind?”

“A reward. You deserve one, after all.”

Those words seemed to have sparkled something inside Cheng Xiaoshi. The tired and gloomy look on his face was washed away in a matter of seconds and now all Lu Guang could see was a little boy beaming with excitement and curiosity. So predictable. 

“A reward?”

“Mhm, you seemed a little down, so I thought…” Lu Guang said before grabbing the other by his leg and pulling him closer. After quickly getting on top of his legs and moving his hands to Cheng Xiaoshi’s hips, the white-haired boy began to squeeze the spot, massaging the bones around the spot with his thumbs in a circular-like motion.

“Maybe a little tickling would cheer you up.”

The reaction was as explosive as it could be. Cheng Xiaoshi was already a shameless (for most of the cases) extrovert who didn’t really mind being loud. The same applied for his laughter. 

With whiny pleas through his streams of giggles, the brunette tugged on Lu Guang’s wrists for his life, nearly as if it was some kind of murder attempt. Maybe the neighbors would think the same.

“LU GUAHAHANG!!” He cackled, throwing his head back as he tried to buckle his hips out of the other’s reach, “noHOHOT THIHIHIS! AhahaHAHah, p-plehEHEAse! ~”

“It’s barely been ten seconds since I started. Besides, you are not really pushing my hands away”, he replied calmly, trying to keep just enough pressure to drive the boy into another fit of hysterical laughter.

“BuhUHUT IT TIHIhicklehehEHES- ahahAHA, t-toOHOhoo m-much!”

“I know it does,” Lu Guang chuckled, scratching the lower sides of his friend as he tried to not overwork a single spot, “but you like it, that’s why it’s a reward.”

Those words easily made Cheng Xiaoshi’s blush ten times worse than before. The brunette could feel as the warmth around his face spread to the tip of his ears and how his limbs grew weaker as he laughed. 

It wasn’t a few minutes later when Lu Guang rested his palms over the brunette’s stomach, letting his fingers rest on top of it. He could feel how heavy Cheng Xiaoshi’s breath was, but he could also easily spot the remnescent smile on his face.

“Ahah… y-you- geheez… I thought I was going to die…” 

“Now, don’t be so dramatic, you are tough enough for a little ticklin-”

“But…”

“Hm?”

“You didn’t have to stop…” The brunette muttered, covering part of his face with his arm, probably trying to hide the embarrassment. 

“Very well… then allow me to spoil you some more.”

A/N: If you guys knew how much I treasure these two. I kid you not, I can’t wait for the next season to come out, I miss them so muchhh! And that’s why they’re the pairing for the 4th day! As always, I hope you enjoyed your reading~

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #link click #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #anime tickling #tickle fic #lee!cheng xiaoshi #ticklish!cheng xiaoshi #ler!lu guang #donghua tickling #shiguang daili ren

[dream-meister-translations]

CLOSE UP MEISTER!! SEARLE CHARACTER CARD #2

━

Searle is member of the surfing guild, Passionate Ocean.

The beach they typically use for surfing is now set up with various camera equipment in preparation for Searle's solo photoshoot.

PHOTOGRAPHER : Searle, I'm looking for you to come across all cool and relaxed to match the outfit and atmosphere.

SEARLE : Cool, right… What happens if I'm feeling a little... Nervous?

PHOTOGRAPHER : Are you struggling to picture it in your head? Just close your eyes and take a deep breath!

SEARLE : Okay, okay… Here we go…

PHOTOGRAPHER : Let's imagine that you're in the middle of the cold and dark night sea. All you can hear is the sound of the water flowing and the waves crashing all around you.

SEARLE : ...............

PHOTOGRAPHER : You look up and see the first ray of light shining against the ocean deep and as you do this, I want you to slowly open your eyes.

SEARLE : ...............

EMMA : …There we go!

My eyes met Searle's as they slowly opened and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

PHOTOGRAPHER : Yes, that's it, that's so cool! Now, let's do it again, same image, but this time I want your gaze to drift off into the distance.

EMMA : (Searle, I had no idea you could look so…)

I so was overwhelmed by Searle's fragile beauty, that I found my legs moving subconsciously.

EMMA : Whoa!!

My feet were caught in the sand and my body fell forward. Thankfully I managed to catch myself and not drop any of my equipment.

EMMA : (…I think I twisted my ankle… I'll have to check after the shoot…)

PHOTOGRAPHER : Let's take a break for now. Maybe we can try some more looks when we get back?

SEARLE : Yes, sir!

As soon as the shoot is over, Searle comes rushing toward me.

SEARLE : Emma, can you put your hands on my shoulder for a second.

EMMA : You mean like this?

SEARLE : Hold on tight, okay? Up we go!

With one arm around my back, he hooks the other beneath my knees and lifts me up in one single motion.

EMMA : How strong are you!?

SEARLE : I'm not strong. You're just light as a feather~

SEARLE : And I'ma carry you to your seat, okay? So hold tight.

SEARLE : I saw you walking a little strangely. If you force yourself, you'll make it worse.

EMMA : (He must have noticed that I twisted my ankle…)

I feel nervous and can't help but shift at the feel of Searle's strong arms as he carries me over to the parasol to rest up. Searle struggled when it came to taping up my ankle, but it was touching and sweet all the same.

━

That evening, when we were taking down the set after filming.

CREW MEMBER : Oh, God!!

SEARLE : Oops! Are you okay~?

As soon as the crew member's foot got caught in the sand, Searle came to his aid, saving his equipment.

CREW MEMBER : I-I'm sorry… Th-Thank you…

SEARLE : You're welcome~

SEARLE : It's tough walking on a sandy beach if you're not used to it. Even I had a hard time walking on two feet at first!

CREW MEMBER : Walking on… Two feet…?

SEARLE : Yeah, I'm used to walking on my tail fin.

EMMA : S-Searle wait a minute!

I immediately gesture to Searle with crossed fingers.

SEARLE : Oh, right… I wasn't supposed to tell you that…

Searle is actually a mermaid from Lorelei, the land of mermaids.

In order to fulfill his dream of surfing, he acquired human legs, albeit not permanently.

He has to keep his identity a secret from everyone except the members of his guild in order to protect himself from poachers who target mermaids for their rare scales.

CREW MEMBER : Oh, uhm…?

SEARLE : Well, uh, yeah, I guess sometimes I look like this!

SEARLE : S'up, bro! Wah-Hey!!

CREW MEMBER : Uh… What?

SEARLE : Aniki always says that if you're tryna trick someone you should just say 'Wah-Hey!!' and it'll all work out!

SEARLE : So come on, let's say it together~!

EMMA : Did you really have to say it like that!?

SEARLE : Ahahaha, it's okay, it's okay~! See~?

SEARLE / CREW MEMBER : Wah--!! / H-Hey…?

Seeing the two of them raise their hands and cheer like that, I couldn't not laugh.

EMMA : (Living life on the edge, even in a dangerous situation like this… Maybe that's just part of Searle's charm?)

#Yumekuro #YMKR #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #Otome #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #searle #searlecard

[sunstone-smiles]

hello! quick request! akari and rei having a tickle fight, if you’re good with that! maybe some of their pokémon join in too, if you want.

Hello Anon! I went for some fun "sibling" rivalry in this, so I hope you like it!

Survey Corps Squabble

Series: Pokemon Legends Arceus

Characters: Akari, Rei, Tangrowth, Ambipom, Typhlosion, Decidueye

Words: 1,583

Summary: Akari and Rei get into a squabble when creating a strategy for their next expedition, but it soon turns into a playful fight when Akari wants to gain the upper hand. Enjoy!

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Debating is one thing, but arguing is another. As a map of the Obsidian Fieldlands is rolled out on a wooden table outside in Jubilife Village, two survey corps members, Akari and Rei, strategize while they observe the drawn outline of the land on paper. Their Hisuian pokemon starters, Typhlosion and Decidueye, as well as two of their other pokemon, Tangrowth and Ambipom, hover around them and listen to their trainers.

Akari traces her finger across a path on the map that cuts through the green landscape. “So if one of us comes from the right, and another comes through the left of Horseshoe Plains, we can corner the Alpha Rapidash and catch it,” she explains what she’s thinking to Rei.

“Isn’t this the same type of plan we used when we caught your Tangrowth?” Rei mentions, “Splitting up and catching them?”

“Yeah, it’s similar. Why?”

Rei darts his eyes away for a moment before shifting his focus back on Akari. “Well, it’s just…that strategy didn’t exactly go as planned…” he trails off.

“I guess,” Akari admits, “but we ended up succeeding in the end. Isn’t that right, Tangrowth?” The female trainer gives an affectionate pat to the large pokemon’s hand. The grass type sways around with a smile in her eyes, happy that Akari had once saved her from her original wild alpha state.

“Right…” the male survey corps member trails off again. “But the same thing happened with Ambipom. We split up and I ran into ‘trouble.’”

Ambipom lets out a huff-like squeak from behind him. “Oh!” Rei gives the pokemon an affectionate pat to the head, “But I know you didn’t hurt me. I was just trying to make a point.”

“You only got into trouble because you didn’t double check that Ambipom was completely caught before revealing your hiding place,” Akari remarks in an all-knowing tone.

Rei turns to her with a glare. “Of course I know that. Are you telling me I don’t know how to do my job?”

“No, but I am saying that you should double check next time to hold up your end of the plan.”

The male survey corps member huffs with crossed arms and glances away from her. “Well maybe you should double check your plans to see if they’ll actually work…” Rei mumbles loud enough for Akari to hear him.

She freezes and narrows her gaze at him. “What did you just say…?”

“You heard me.”

The female survey corps member balls up her fists to her side with fury in her eyes. “Take that back right now,” she growls with every word.

“Make me!” Rei snaps back at her. And with that, Akari lets out a snarl and lunges at Rei, knocking him down into the dirt.

“Ow! Get off!” he shouts while her and him roll away from the table in their tussle. 

“No! Take it back!” Akari banters like an agitated sibling above him as she tries to pin him down.

Rei attempts to shove her off of him, “Not until you admit that your plans have flaws—ACK! Ahahaha!” but his counter is suddenly cut off when Akari starts tickling his sides.

“You want to finish that sentence, Rei?” Akari asks with a smug tone.

“Ahahakari! Knohohohck it ohohoff!” He tries to push her away again, struggling to escape her grasp. He wriggles himself around onto his stomach to crawl away, but Akari simply slips her hands into his underarms, making Rei jump and clamp his arms down to his sides.

“No! This is what you get!”

The male survey corps member kicks his legs and tries to squirm away as he’s reduced into a giggling puddle, easily falling victim to Akari’s sneaky methods. Through his flailing, he spots Ambipom in the corner of his eye as the pokemon just stares at them both.

“Ahahambipom! Hehehehelp!” Rei calls out to one of his pokemon companions.

Upon hearing his trainer’s command, the monkey-like creature springs into action. He bolts behind Akari and uses his strong tails to wrap around her waist, easily pulling her onto the ground and off of Rei. Akari shrieks and squirms to break free of the normal type’s hold, but she suddenly bursts into giggles herself when the purple pokemon wiggles the fingers of their tails into her sides to tickle her in playful revenge for Rei.

“AH! Ahahambipom! Lehehet gohoho!” Akari giggles as she tries to shove away the appendages making her laugh.

Meanwhile, Rei pushes himself off the ground, still huffing for air. He turns around to see Akari getting a taste of her own medicine and lets out a snarky laugh, thinking that he’s won—but he’s instantly proven wrong when Akari’s Tangrowth joins the fray. The grass type scoops Rei up in her vines by wrapping them around his waist, then lifts him into the air. Rei desperately tries to yank himself out, but he stops in his tracks when Tangrowth slips her vines under his uniform to wiggle into his ribs. Immediately, Rei breaks out into giggles and clamps his arms down again, squirming from side to side to try and escape the creature’s hold from around him.

On the sidelines, Typhlosion and Decidueye facepalm at their trainers' childish fight. They’re fully aware that Tangrowth and Ambipom are very playful pokemon, which means that the starters will have to be the ones to step in and stop this silly mess.

The two evolved starter pokemon split up and bolt over to assist their trainers. Decidueye flutters in the air and wraps her talons around Tangrowth’s vines to pry them off of Rei, still being careful not to hurt their fellow grass type, while Typhlosion grabs hold of Akari’s collar in his mouth and tries to yank her away from Ambipom’s tails.

Tangrowth and Ambipom playfully keep a hold on the opposite trainers to fight back, but eventually, Decidueye and Typhlosion gain the upper hand and release their trainers from their grasp. 

Now that Akari and Rei are free, Typhlosion and Decidueye think that the survey corps members should work out their differences with one another maturely; however, what the two starters didn’t expect was for Rei to get up and dash over towards Akari, tackling her down and getting her back for the very first attack she used on him. He wiggles his fingers into her underarms, causing the girl to shriek and burst into giggles.

“Admit that I’m right!” Rei exclaims with a smug grin.

“Nohoho wahahay!” Akari responds more playfully, now that the heat of their original debate has died down a bit. 

Typhlosion and Decidueye roll their eyes at their trainers' antics again. Unfortunately, the only option left is to succumb to playing their game if they want to stop them.

While the survey corps members are distracted in their little scuffle, Decidueye pounces on top of Rei to knock him off of Akari. The owl-like pokemon pins him onto his stomach by standing atop of him and leans her head down to nuzzle her beak into his neck.

“Hehey!” Rei scrunches up his shoulders and tries to reach behind him to shield himself, “Dehehecidueye!” 

While her teammate is being attacked, Akari pushes herself up on her arms and catches her breath. She glances over to see Rei in his little predicament and snickers at him, but she’s immediately pounced on by Typhlosion and pinned onto her back. The fire type pokemon then starts nuzzling into her neck, eliciting even more giggles from his trainer.

“Ah! Typhlohohosion! Hahaha!”

The two starter pokemon growl in sync with one another, trying to tell their trainers to stop this crazy debate. 

“Buhuht Dehehecidueye!” Rei giggles with a stubborn response, to which the owl-like pokemon vigorously nuzzles its beak into the very back of his neck. “Ahack! Okahahay! Okahahay!” Rei surrenders.

Typhlosion also growls at his trainer as if to say ‘you too, Akari’ and nuzzles directly under her chin. “Eek! Okahahay! Wehehe’ll stohohop!” Akari gives in as well.

The evolved fire and grass starters nod with content now that their job is done and get off their trainers as promised. The two survey corps members then sit themselves up with breathless, residual giggles—nearly exhausted from their little squabble.

After a few moments of silence, Rei turns to Akari while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sorry that I said that your plans are flawed.”

“No, you’re right,” Akari hangs her head down, “My strategies sometimes don’t work out as they should, which could be devastating if it’s a more dangerous pokemon. I’m sorry that I was being stubborn…”

“Hey, cheer up,” Rei gives her a friendly nudge, “Your plans still end up getting the job done no matter which way they go. I was the one being stubborn.”

Akari lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Seems like we were both being a little stubborn, huh?”

“Yeah, but that’s what makes us a tough, headstrong team,” Rei beams with confidence.

“Right,” Akari agrees with a smile. She stares back at the map still laying on the table. “So, do you mind helping me with the next plan then? We can do it together.”

“Sounds good to me.”

The four pokemon around them let out a happy cheer now that their trainers have made up, then they all head back to the table to formulate how they’ll handle their next mission. Debates may occasionally arise between teammates, but it’s reassuring to have an understanding partner who they can work out their differences with.

#A request from Sunstone! #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #pokemon akari #pokemon rei #tangrowth #ambipom #hisuian typhlosion #hisuian decidueye #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

You're the Person That I Need | The Shepherd | Trial 6.2 | Re: Mikazuki, Loic

Jinpachi pouts at Mikazuki and sticks his tongue out at them.

"Bleeeeeh!"

It was such an immature gesture to make in the face of the hellhound that was Mikazuki. They had bored him already so he stands up and rolls his eyes. His voice raises in pitch with a carefree attitude to it.

"I like don't think that I'm really like looking to be executed or anything but like. That's totally the way these things go right? You all like reach the end and then you get to execute the big baddie and like go on living happy ever after! We like can't mess up that formula can we? Do you like really think that you can live happy ever after though, because like...teehee~"

He doesn't elaborate on his teehee before moving on to the rest of Mikazuki's comments. He can't just say everything now can he? Or maybe he was just trying to make them question their resolve. No one could say what was going through his mind.

"Like just the same! Ding ding ding!! Miki-chan like totally got it! Those families like the Otsuka's and Idane's all should rot! Do you like not agree with that, Miki-chan~"

That fun demeanor drops...the sinister shift occurs.

"Hehehehe, isn't that just grand? To be hated by my most precious people...to be hated by Juzo-niichan! Hated so much that he wanted me dead ahahahahaha!!"

Jinpachi wraps his arms around himself, hugging himself tight as he keeps his laugh going and bending his back at such an unnatural angle. His body shoots back up and his evil has transformed to that sad look.

"How awful that Juzo-niichan hated me...after doing everything for him...he just could never...he could never wake up...It's so sad it like fills me with the greatest despair...like a super despair...a super super super super super super super super ultra amount of despair..."

He can't meet eyes with Mikazuki, instead choosing to look down to the side while he strokes his hair to comfort and calm himself. Or at least that's what it would be he guesses.

"Indoctrinate you all...yeah...that'd be right...but there was the one I wanted to be by my side...more than any of you..."

He lifts his gaze, sad eyes turning their way towards Loic. He shows him an expression that looks exhausted, like he hasn't slept in days...a stare that communicated that Jinpachi felt completely dead on the inside.

It shifts, now looking more intense and throwing his arms forward to get himself cackling at Loic.

"Don't think I will shit for brains! I'll talk about my blessed as much as I damn well please! Yvette-san was always a fun one back in the day. Always have the time of her life flirting with all the guards to get her way was hilarious! Being as damn beautiful as she was too! Ahahaha!! Damn, that shit was so fun to watch! That was freedom, bitch!"

Laughs continue to bubble up through him, he can't stop his laughter, everything to him was absolutely hilarious...so hilariously sad. So hilariously sad that he goes right back to stroking his hair for comfort.

"...That's so sweet...that's supposed to be sweet right, Loic-san? Sure treatment...can maybe work but...what more is there Loic-san? ...Smiling...talking to people...and...? And...? And...? And...despite it he still took a meat mallet to someone's head...No matter what you do...no matter what you say...Those of us...that feel this despair...will always pave the way to our own destruction...Look at the blessed...Only three of them remain...and even those two over there...sought out ruination..."

He thinks this speaks for itself...His deep belief...he cackles and shifts to the cutesy persona...

"Don't you see Lolo-chan!? Even if you cure da AEDS! The behavior is wike so ingrained in who we are! No matter what you do fow them, they are awways going to be seeking out despair!! They are awways going to find their way back to death!! Whether thwough kiwwing or reckwess behavior!! They are aww gonna succumb sooner or wahter!!"

That was Jinpachi's honest belief...That there was no actual cure for AEDS...even if it was cured, its existence will always have a shackle on the subconscious. Jinpachi finds his beliefs validated by his game...No matter what they do...no matter how hard they struggle. AEDS will lead all to damnation.....

"So why not have the time of your whife with it!?"

He does a little dance of joy and excitement back and forth as he shares his philosophy with the group. He keeps the dance going for a moment before stopping and taking on the clinical approach.

"Losing control is a blessing in itself. You see, AEDS developed for a reason and it's hard to cure for a reason. AEDS is the next stage of human behavior even though it continues to be stifled because society finds the anti-social behavior associated with it to be undesirable. It leads to untold amounts of chaos and destruction. But that is what makes it so enticing and why it must be embraced by the world. Are you not tired of the ways you have all been shackled down by the chains of expectation? Whether it be by obligation or force. All of you have found yourselves victims to the machinations of the world have you not? Do you enjoy living like this when you do not have to? Letting yourself be free and taking despair unto yourself, you free yourself from any expectations. You can do anything you can think of, you can do whatever your heart desires. That is what true freedom is, that is what you will find in the chaos."

His laughter is something soft...befitting the to the point personality this one is. Though he drops it for something that was more natural, though...saying anything is natural for Jinpachi is always a stretch.

"That's why I did this for Juzo-niichan. No one can understand his despair the way that I can. No one can understand my love for my other hald...a love that could tear the entire world apart for him! That would uproot the entire structure of the world! Always, always, always!! Juzo-niichan and I were held to the impossible standards!! I reached them without flaw!! But Juzo-niichan never could!! Ahahahaha!! He was stolen away from me by them!! He was made to suffer far from me because of this world of talent and expectation!! Then I learned it...I saw the world tear itself apart and I fell in love with people doing whatever they pleased!! When it came back together I was thrown right back into my cage!! So I'd change it!! I'd change it for good for Juzo-niichan!! I'd want him to embrace the wonders of despair so he could know what being unshackled from the exceptions placed on him felt like!! Just like the world of ten years ago!! Everything I do is for his despair! To open his mind to the world of despair!! He was always so resistant to it all even to the end! That hopeful disgusting little brother...ahahahahahaha!! I wanted this game to show him...I wanted to bring back the world of the past to show him that there was no escape from eternally encroaching despair!!"

Madness overtakes Jinpachi...his tears run down his face, mixing with the golden tears that were painted upon his cheeks. He tries to calm himself, bringing his hands back down.

This was Jinpachi's true love. This entire game, everything of it was built on the back of their childhood. Since the day Jinpachi and Juzo were born into this world, their fates were sealed into this ending. Maybe it could've ended up with different people standing here with the...maybe the setting would be different. But no matter what, Jinpachi would be here and Juzo would be here...and their ultimate fates were going to be nothing but despair.

Jinpachi and Juzo...the perfect child and the failure. Jinpachi never saw him as a failure though...Juzo was his precious younger brother...Juzo always protected him even though he was the younger one. Jinpachi as a kid never had the confidence that Juzo did. He was scared of heights and scared of bugs. Juzo always held his hand to tell him it would be okay when faced with their greatest fears. Truly, the two were two halves of a whole...the only two that could lift the other from anything...the only two who could truly understand the depths of the others heart.

Ever since Juzo reunited with his twin, he wanted to go back to those days...no matter how far gone he saw that Jinpachi was. Juzo could never give up the hope that he could have those carefree and fun days with him back. Even in his final moments he pleaded to be happy with Jinpachi again. Juzo wanted nothing more than his brother back...Juzo loved him more than anyone else in the whole world...he may have wanted him dead...but it wasn't ever Jinpachi that he wanted dead. He wanted The Shepherd dead. The distorted beast that simply bared the face of his brother.

Maybe...if they hadn't been separated from each other as kids, Juzo could've held Jinpachi back from becoming this. If they were able to stay together then maybe they could've...been happy.

That was all Juzo wanted...He wanted a miracle...but you can't change the past. You can only trudge forward with the most fragile of hopes...If Juzo ever lost that then he would've been what Jinpachi wanted, but he would never...

Juzo never was going to lose hope in his brother...even as the knife came down and pierced his chest...Juzo hoped for a miracle...he died with hope for Jinpachi in his heart that was broken...

Jinpachi chuckles...he laughs at his own feelings and his tears. He laughs at his own despair.

The despair rooted in the belief that twins should always have each other at their side.

"We would tackle this world together...we were going to destroy this world together!! He and I...just like we promised as kids! If he would accept it...if he would've accepted my love then we could've done it. Hehehehehehe! But instead...he chose a different kind of despair for himself...and he chose to inflict the worst kind upon me."

And as expected of him, he loses all of his emotion in one fell swoop. A yawn overtakes him to express that after his outburst he was already getting bored again.

#ch6 #jinpachi

[smallcwproject]

String of Fate

By: Fajardo, Rianne Althea

Summary: River feels like his life is so repetitive and only looks forward to a call on a red telephone everyday.

Life isn’t exactly all that interesting, well, not every day at least. It can get repetitive and boring with the never-ending cycle of routines day after day. Wake up, eat breakfast, take a bath, dress for school, ride the bus, finish class, run off to work, go home, change, and go to bed. I’m honestly tired of how everyday feels like a game that’s been restarted over and over again as  if the player is clueless to how the mechanics of life works. I envy those who have more interesting lives as I see and hear how everyone’s day goes at school and work…I hope their days feel special unlike me.

              I was lost in thought until I felt the bus stop and hear the driver shout “Point! Those who have stops here, please exit the bus!” I looked out the window to realize I had missed a few stops, not like it matters to me anymore as even missing a stop felt interesting. I get off the bus and I started walking down the road while gazing upon the leaves falling down from trees, experiencing the simple childish joy of stepping on them hearing the crunch as I do so, simple pleasures do make life easier after all.

              After a few minutes of walking, I stopped by the front of my dorm to take a deep breath, a bit tired of seeing the place but…at least I had something to look forward to. I grab my keys and unlock the door to see my room, a shiny red telephone sitting by my desk; believe it or not, it’s the thing that makes me feel…alive somehow.

              I set my bag down and sat on the chair to work on my assignments, and just on cue the telephone rings.

-RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!-

              I picked the phone up, and as I expected, it was my friend Cree.

“River! You back from school?”

“Yes actually, I just sat down as you called me.”

“Have you eaten? Did your shift go well? You’re not lonely in class ever since I moved right?

              Yep. Same as ever Cree. Always worried and concerned about my well-being as if he wasn’t stuck in a hospital bed. Already sick but he was more worried about me. He was hard-headed though so I just answer so casually.

“Cree, I’m fine. I ate at work, my shift was boring, and I’m lonely but it doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh yeah River! I found a new book today, it’s really cool?”

“What is it?”

“It’s about a red string of fate! The protagonist was living in a world where everyone has a red string but she didn’t have one! She assumed that she was doomed to find no love but she eventually got one but it’s just platonic love! Isn’t that great?!”

              He was always excited about books…but I never once questioned it. He seems so happy indulging himself in such words, who am I to take away his happiness? It’s our only topic now…this feels like déjà vu.

“You’ve always liked stories about fate and destiny, huh? Is there something to it, Cree?”

              I knew his answer but… It was always nice to hear his voice. I never get bored of it no matter how often I hear it. Cree was…special, I can’t ever think of ways to live in a world without him.

“Well…that’s cause I knew I’m sickly, I know I’m weak. I just want to feel adventurous even if I can’t physically be that way, right?! Besides…this story got me thinking. Maybe you’re my soulmate, River! Ahahaha!”

              His words made me smile, even if I knew that he would say that word-by-word. I’m a little greedy for asking so many questions just to keep my sick friend talking, huh? I do love him after all. I may not know if I see it romantically or not but I just know I want to keep him in my life.

“Your soulmate?” I said, letting out a small chuckle. “Cree, I don’t know if the red string exists. It feels like a metaphorical myth.”

“Oh, come on, yes it is! What if it can take on many forms?! Like…our telephone!”

“Our telephone?”

“Yeah! It has a red wire, doesn’t it? We call through it every day, we tell our stories and our struggles here, we make plans and communicate using this phone, how is it not our destined string?!”

              Cree is creative, I’ll give him that. Always turning things around, for better or for worse.

“Anyways…I don’t have much time left to talk since I’m getting tired. You know I’m bad at keeping my stamina.”

“…I guess…Will you call again?”

“Don’t forget, visit me during the late winter, okay? I’ll be waiting even if I’m as cold as the snow!”

              He hung up. This…hurts. Am I…going insane?

              It feels so cold.

              I walk through the crowd of people, looking down unable to see what’s in front of me. Then, I stepped close to a gold lined coffin. I felt tears pour down my eyes even if I didn’t look inside it yet, I didn’t want to, but it was my last chance. Slowly, I lifted the covers…Cree’s face the same on the day I met him. How could he smile even after death…?

              I felt a hand grasp my shoulders as I started to weep. “River…you haven’t been listening to my brother’s last voice mail to you, right?” Asks a little girl. I turned to her and realized it was Altrus, his little sister. I quickly wiped my tears to try and compose myself to talk to her “…How did you know? Did something give it away?” I ask, not knowing how she knew I did so. “River…you were knocked out on the chair repeating the last conversation with him…” she smiled sadly, tears starting to threaten to fall down her face. “River…he wouldn’t have wanted his soulmate to be chained by his death...you know?”

              I sighed deeply but…she was right. He wouldn’t want the mess I am right now.

“I know but…” The dam broke, my heart sinking as I look at his lifeless body. “Cree was just too young, he didn’t deserve to be sick. He didn’t.”

              I cried and cried and cried. Nothing will change I know. What kind of psychopath forces himself to believe his best friend is alive anyways..? I’m a sick freak. As I gave him my final goodbyes, I decided to finally let go after years of mourning. My string of fate wrapped around my wrist as support as I go through life.

              Fate is cruel.

[seesbetterfromadistance]

Happy birthday, Clint 💘

"As long as you keep Loki off my back today then thanks” 

#starscreamloki #Ahahaha he's like *shifts gaze*

[quillsareswords]

Hi! Me again, I was hoping I could request a little blurb? Like how Damian and the reader met, like under the crooked grin arc? If not then I totally understand, just thought I would ask. Have a nice day!! 🤓❤️

No I'm not answering this like two years late ahahaha no like what who even does that

Anyway here's some thirteen year old Damian Wayne and John Constantine's apprentice. See my Swords and Spells collection for more ❤️

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

It's too loud.

That's all he cares about at the moment.

Still nursing a headache, as result of a hard hit he took the night before, this place is far too loud for his liking.

Why his father dragged him along is beyond him. Mingle. He'd scoffed this morning and he's scoffing now. The heir of the Demon and son of the Batman does not mingle. Especially with...these people.

The only reason he'd come at all was because, as Pennyworth pointed out this morning, it would be useful to have a standing relationship with some of the other vigilanties of the world, in the event that he has to call for backup.

He's been Robin for three years now, after all, and he's still only really got Superboy and some Teen Titans he could use for a fallback. What if they betray him?

He splits off from Batman almost immediately. Every person he's been introduced too between the main hall and the Zeta Tubes has only commented on how cute he is and joked about how alike they look. Introducing himself hopefully won't have that effect.

Plus, it's quieter on this side of the room.

"Right, but like, theoretically, how would you punch a ghost?"

His eye twitches. What.

He whips around to see who's asked such an absurd question. More accurately, who to avoid.

It's Wonder Girl. Of course.

She's leaning on one of the tables, in a new suit, bright hair brushed and straightened neatly. She's obviously here to make friends.

Whoever she's talking to, however, obviously is not.

You're slouching in a chair, leaning both arms on the tabletop, squishing a cheek onto one propped up palm. You don't seem to be wearing a suit of any kind, nor a mask, which is probably why Cassie came up to you in the first place. Instead, you're in jeans and combat boots, huddled into an oversized jacket. There's a ring on most of your fingers, and he counts three necklace chains from what he can see from here.

"Iron knuckle dusters. And it's not theoretical." You blink at her slowly.

"Really? Have you ever punched a ghost?"

You sigh quietly. "Nope."

"Then how do you know it's not theoretical?"

"Because I've seen it done before," you grumble. "It's my job to know."

She rolls her eyes good naturedly. "You're like, ten. You don't have a job."

You glare. "I'm thirteen. And it is my job."

Interesting, to say the least.

He walks over, squaring his shoulders and putting on his most professional face.

Cass sees him first. "Robin! Oh, I didn't know you were coming, I would've told Diana to tell Superman to bring Superboy!"

He sighs, deeply. "I have quite enough interaction with the Supers, Sandsmark."

You glance over, boredly. He watches, from behind emotionless white lenses, as you give him what he can only assume is a standard once-over.

It's coincidence that he only speaks up once your eyes reach his face again. "Who are you?"

It doesn't escape him that Cass looks at you expectantly, too. As if she's been talking to you this whole time without ever asking your name.

"Hellblazer's apprentice."

He crosses his arms. "Do you have a name, apprentice?"

Your gaze shifts from disinterested and passive to something very sharp and very much directed fully at him. "Do you, jackass?"

Cass goes wide-eyed and sucks in a silent breath. She glances between you and Robin.

This is the point at which, usually, Damian would have smelled a challenge, threw his metaphorical hand of cards down, and barked a challenge right back. But there's just something...different.

And it has nothing to do with the way his heart stutters in his chest now that he has full view of you. That's– Well that must be part of your powers, or whatever your thing is.

He decides to keep his cards in his hands. He minds his tone, just to see what happens. "I'm Robin."

You notice the shift, and react accordingly. Your gaze softens again, to something indifferent. "Oh, right. With Batman, yeah?"

He nods.

You nod too, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. Opening your body language, just a little. You give him your persona name.

Cassie can only stare.

She doesn't know Robin personally, exactly. Strictly through vigilante work. But she's still seen him get into brawls with men three times his size over far less than getting glared at and called a jackass.

"I'm gonna go find, um–" she scrambles for a name, for just long enough that you take notice, "Diana. It was really nice to meet you, though!"

You nod once, but she's gone before you get a real response out. You both watch her weave through the crowd of costumed adults, until she's out of sight.

"What was that about?" you wonder, assuming that his use of her last name meant they know one another.

"I don't know," he replies, squinting in her direction.

He catches sight of the Titans while he looks out into the crowd. He supposes some familiar company would be nice. Beast Boy is awfully loud, though. And Kori has such high energy...

You, on the other hand, seem to be just as much of a reluctant attendant as himself. You're sitting here, alone, quietly. And you seemed content talking to Wonder Girl, so you probably don't mind company—you seem like you'd have no problem running him off if he's wrong.

It would be very smart to have a contact with supernatural knowledge and experience. Father has Hellblazer, after all. And he's needed him many times.

It's a strategic choice. Obviously.

"What did you mean, when you told Wonder Girl that it's your job to know how to punch spirits?" He looks down at you.

You snort, but meet his eyes all the same. "Okay, I mean– Firstly, that's not my job, just part of it. Well...I guess it is." You stop and shake your head, looking away from him quickly.

You suck in a breath. "See, my job is to know how to fight things like ghosts. Mostly demons. Ghosts aren't much of a threat to the general population."

Demons? Like Raven's father? Now that would be a useful contact. He uses his heel to kick the chair beside you out from under the table and takes a seat. "Explain."

Your posture shifts a little. A little more towards him. A little more open. Like nobody's been asking you the right questions until now. "Well, I study demonology..."

#god i love them #im sorry i started writing this LITERAL YEARS AGO on my birthday and then it got buried in my drafts #ask me literally anything for them this collection has my whole heart #got some serious fucking angst cooking up for them though... #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne blurb #quills swords and spells

[greycaelum]

Hi Grey!! I read the way on how Satoru reacts if Saika told him and Reader that she have a boy friend. And I kept thinking on how will Satoru react if Kouki invited a girl home because Reader told Kouki that it’s fine (I can image Satoru and Saika slandering Kouki and the girl💀)

Not slander, more like tease them endlessly. They love Kikufuku that they'd tease him to death but no slander~

"Oya? Aren't you too young to bring your girlfriend home? What did we say about step by step Kikufuku?" Satoru gawk at Kouki and a cute girl trailing behind his son.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gojo, pardon the intrusion." Shyly, the little girl greeted, clutching the bunch of papers and a hand bag to her chest.

"Hi...?"

"Takashi Mayumi."

"Hello Mayumi-chan!"

Satoru nod approvingly and look at his son.

"Got anything to say Kikufuku?"

"Why is Mama's lipstick on your chin, Pa?"

Satoru froze and felt his lips, rubbing the underside of his chin and saw the rose taint on his finger. Flashes of what you two were doing in the kitchen before the doorbell rang painted the tips of his ears red. What's wrong with that? We're married! Satoru shrug.

"Ahahaha, c'mon in you two." Satoru shifted the topic and opened the door.

"Oh, Kou you brought your best friend over I see," you gasp, guiltily smoothing the creases of your dress and tangled hair from Satoru's tugging.

"Pardon the intrusion Mrs. Gojo," the cute girl greeted you and clumsily opened her bag, bringing out a container of cookies and extended it to you. "Okaa-san told me to give this to you."

You graciously accepted the small gift and gave your son a wink. Kouki blinked at you, befuddled. Satoru came in the rescue, he stuck himself beside you and opened the container, testing a piece and nodded.

"Very good, so what'cha two going to do? It's Saturday~" Satoru in his sing-song voice eyes the two 9 years olds.

"Were partners in homework. We can't do it in Mayu's home her Mom is working at daytime." Kouki coolly answer, unfazed by his parents' teasing gazes.

"Kiku-nii?!"

Uh-oh... The heavy pitter-patters of footsteps ran down the staircase followed by Saika's boisterous voice. Four-years-old Saika jump down and dash to hug her big brother.

But when her eyes met the unknown girl, Saika look at her brother and back to the girl as if trying to decipher, what is going on here?

"Ahhh! Papa, I told you! Kiku-nii has a girlfriend." Saika stomped her foot and ran to hug Satoru's legs. Her eyes started to water and sniffles grew harder until she burst out into tears.

"Why don't you two go in the living room and start your homework? Saika's just needs a small briefing." You wave the startled two kids to the next room and rub Saika's back as Satoru brought her up and hold her in his arms.

"K-kiku-nii, doesn't like me anymore? He l-likes her more? I'm n-not Onii-chan's best f-friend?" Saika cried, between hiccups, tears keep leaking from her eyes.

"Mayumi onee-chan is Kouki Onii-chan's classmate and best friend. You're Kouki Onii-chan's baby sister. There's no liking more or liking less sweetie, okay? Mayumi onee-chan is like having another Maki onee-chan or Nobara onee-chan," you cajoled your daughter.

After more coaxing and head pats with hugs Saika finally calmed down and help you prepare snacks for Kou and his friend.

"What should we do? We should invite her to stay for dinner! How about a sleepover. Do you have her Mom's phone number Hon?" Satoru started his litany of 'we should' and his plans to get to know better the first girl his son brought home. "...fast, yes if she'll stay until tomorrow I'll cook breakfast!"

"Calm down," your hand cup his head and made him face you. "Deep breaths Love, you're being too fast. 1+2=?"

"...3" Satoru breathe.

"Great, how about you buy strawberries? I'm thinking of making a strawberry shortcake." You pat his back and shove him to the door. Much to Satoru's whines and pouts about wanting to talk with Mayumi-chan.

You peek from the door and saw Kouki and Mayumi helping each other answer the questions while Saika is coloring beside them. You're glad that after several subtle implications to your son that it's okay to bring his friend over, Kouki finally asked her to come over so you can also meet your son's best friend. Kyaa! They look so cute together.

"Ma, what are you doing there?" Saika spotted you, Kouki and Mayumi also turned to you and the girl shyly waved in greetings. You smiled and entered the living room, sitting beside them on the floor.

"I asked your Papa to buy strawberries, how does a strawberry shortcake sound?"

Kouki and Saika were unable to hide their twinkling eyes at the mention of strawberry shortcake. Even Mayumi subtly nod in agreement.

"Mama, look Mayu Onee-chan gave me this!" Saika showed you a beautiful flower crown.

"That's so pretty, what did you say to Mayu Onee-chan?" You praised the craft and motioned Saika to put it on.

"I said thank you Mayu Onee-chan! It's so pretty!" Saika kept fiddling the crown and gushing over it adorably.

"Did you made it Mayu-chan?" You asked her.

"Uhm, yes. My Mom has a handicraft store and she taught me how."

She's so cute! You internally clutch your heart at how precious her shy expressions are. You nudge Kouki who's simply answering his hand outs.

"You should've brought Mayu-chan sooner."

"She's helping her Mom in the store. Mayu has work."

Omph! How easy your son could wave you off. If Mayu-chan comes often then he'll also have time to spend it with her. But you also can't help but give him head pats for being considerate and thoughtful.

"Mayu-chan, you can always come over to play or do homeworks here, okay?"

"Thank you Mrs. Gojo," Mayumi nod and smiled. Kouki also look at you with happy eyes.

"Auntie is fine Mayu-chan."

"Made it! You can call me Uncle too!" Satoru raced to the living room and plop a bowl of chips. "So what movie should we watch?"

"Were still studying." Kouki pointed out.

"Nonsense, you can study later." Satoru shrug and brought out his collection of Blu-Ray disc. "How about you choose Mayu-chan? Oh this one is Kikufuku's favorite. This too, and this one and this is Saika's..." Satoru pointed out many more.

"This one Uncle," Mayu gave the one you were looking at.

"Oh! That one, Y/n and I love watching that at Friday nights."

Kouki ignored the four of you and continued writing. Mayumi and Saika are now sitting beside each other talking about girl stuffs. Saika is overjoyed to have another girl sister and cannot stop herself from bragging about her and his brother's fun things together and want Mayumi to come over every so often. You and Satoru just stare at Kouki busily answering his paper, and after putting his work away, he turned to Mayumi.

"Mayu your hand-outs."

"I'll answer it later." Mayumi shake her head but Kouki insisted.

"It's not that hard. I'll teach it to you later." Kouki look at the clock. "Better save time."

"Definitely my son, I also tutored you before we started dating." Satoru brush his non-existent beard with a proud look on his face. You rolled your eyes and just watch as Kouki insist while Mayumi rejects. It brings back tons of memories, Satoru waiting on you to help with homeworks and stuffs leading to one thing and more.

"Good thing you're smart," you pat Satoru's cheeks.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Satoru stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "Kikufuku, c'mere bud."

Satoru brought Kouki on the kitchen and started bringing out food from the fridge.

"Listen well buddy, when you like a girl you have to learn how to cook and feed her. The stomach is the key to a woman's heart, got it?"

"...yeah?" Kouki doubtfully watch as Satoru wore his apron and extended him his shorter one.

"Ok, crack this egg and scramble it. I'm gonna teach you how to amaze a girl with your cooking." Satoru blew a chef kiss.

II.

"Kikufuku made this!" Satoru cheered as he set down the plate of flat pancakes topped with generous amount of whip cream with strawberries and blueberries on the side.

"Try Mayu-chan?" You gave her a piece.

"It's delicious! Did you made it yourself Kou-kun? Do you know how to make waffles too?" Mayumi's eyes lit up as she took a bite.

"Umu." Kouki nodded with a neutral face but from your view you could see the tips of your son's ears turn bright red.

"Come over next weekend Nee-chan? We can make waffles together!" Saika tug at Mayu's sleeves with a spot of cream on her nose. Kouki leaned over to wipe it off and give his sister more strawberries.

"You're always welcome to come here Mayu-chan. Kikufuku makes really great waffles and cookies." Satoru agreed and bragged. "We can do barbeque party too!"

After finishing their homework, it was time to go home. Kouki fitted his shoes while you watch from the genkan.

"Be careful on the way."

"I'll be back. I'm walking Mayu home." Kouki nodded and ran to Mayumi's side who waved at you and Satoru with a wide smile. The two figure of the kids are now away from your vision. Beside you Satoru sighed.

"I was just changing his diapers yesterday, now he's bringing a girl home..."

"What?" You chuckled, not expecting him to go nostalgic and sentimental out of this. "Love he's still 9, Kouki's still a kid." You wrap your arms from behind and press your cheeks on his back. "Even if he turn 20, 30, or even 50. He will always be your lil' boy."

"What can I say? I just want the best for my Kikufuku... I wanna keep him happy and safe so much that it hurts." He sighed again and turn around. Satoru wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead. "Anyways! I'm gonna teach him how I courted you," Satoru chuckled, lifting your chin and rub your noses against each other with sweet smile plastered on both of your lips with foreheads connected to each other.

"Me too!" Saika interrupted, clinging to your legs to insert between you and Satoru. "Can we have Mayu Onee-chan over again this weekend?"

"Ask, Kouki Onii-chan to invite her again. You like her sweetie?" Satoru lift her up, between the two of you.

"Like!" Saika grinned and kissed your and Satoru's cheeks in glee.

—Grey,

#gojo munchkins #gojo munchkins👀 #jjk dad gojo satoru #jjk dad gojo fluff #gojo satoru imagines #kaleidoscope series #c&mchapters #greycaelum

[theimpsimp]

Ahahaha.... hey what if you wrote a Striker x Reader that involves an oral fixation(reader being amazed by his chompers and just doing a lil exploring of his teeth but in a hot way) ha ha just kidding.... unless?

OOOOO ALREADY COMING AT ME WITH THE GOOD STUFF. Alright then, your wish is my command ;)

It was nearing dawn as you and Striker settled around the campfire. The Volcanic Sun’s were cooling for the night, bringing a chilled wind that left you shivering in your loose clothing. Luckily, the fire Striker had lit let off a welcoming warmth.

You glanced over towards the cowboy mercenary, taking him in. He was leaning against one of the wooden logs he had dragged over, basking in the fire’s heat and chowing down on what you could only assume to be dried hell-pork, while ignoring your presence. Fair enough, you supposed. You had hired him simply to escort you across wrath. It made sense he wouldn’t be interested in acting all friendly with a client.

Yet, you found yourself staring at him. His large fangs, for that matter.

You swallowed as he absentmindedly licked his teeth, having finished the dried salty treat. They looked sharp, easily able to rip through flesh. But something about that thought made you intrigued. Probably more than it should. “You just going to stare all night, Darlin?” At the sudden question, you snapped out of your haze. You could feel a flush of embarrassment forming on your face, reaching down your neck as Striker’s sharp and ringed gaze fixated on you. The Snake imp chuckled, arching his chest in a lazy stretch before lounging back against a wooden log. He bent one leg bent upward, the other resting against the dusty ground as he shifted to get comfortable.

You still found it incredibly difficult not to keep staring. ”It’s fine, lots of folks stare.” He remarked, lifting a rye stalk to his mouth to chew. “Not surprised that you're no different.” ”That’s not it,” You quipped in sharply.

Striker turned towards you, his lip curling to again to reveal those sharp, dangerous fangs. Menacing… but oh so enthralling. You swore your heart must have skipped a beat. ”Oh really?” He purred, rough like a tiger. “How so?” You could hear rattling coming from his tail as it swayed, but his attempt at intimidation did not deter you.

“You have such pretty fangs.” That seemed to surprise him, his smile faltering into a puzzled frown. He hesitantly lifted a hand, plucking the rye from between his teeth as he processed what exactly you had said. ” My…fangs?” You nodded, and he blinked before chuckling, his teeth returning with his smile. “Well, that’s a first,” He winked. “Not that tha’s a bad thing now, Darlin.” His eyes lidded, and gestured you closer. His rough purr grew louder, and suddenly the air seemed to change, making you blush worse. What was he doing? A part of you said that getting close would be dangerous, but a larger part of you was just too curious. So you pushed yourself up from your wooden seat and hesitantly made your way over. Rough hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down to straddle his lap. Gasping, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the snickering cowboy. Striker rumbled in approval, brushing his clawed fingertips across your face, before pulling away, resting the heavy hand on your waist once more. ”Now you can have an up an’ close view” His grin widened. “Can’t disappoint a pretty lil’ fellow like you now, can I?”

Your eyes snapped down to his smile, now wide at display, baring his fangs for you too admire to your heart’s desire. The teeth were jagged and sharp, as most imp teeth were. They had to be, for race born in wrath. But his signature golden tooth caught your attention, its metallic surface glittering amongst the light of the fire’s ambers. How had he earned it? A fight? For looks? Regardless, it piqued your interest. You could feel Striker’s muscles tense as you stroked a finger down the golden tooth, feeling the smooth but sharp texture underneath your skin. You paused, eyes flickering up towards the pale-imp’s ones, waiting with bated breath for permission to explore further.

There was a moment’s pause before you felt his hands leave your hips, wrapping around your wrist. Then he opened his maw, pulling your hand closer to allow you to run the tip of your finger along the points of his teeth. Then he let go, allowing you to explore on your own, which you gladly did. Your fingers explored every crevice, brushing across gum and tooth.

During the mist, your own breathing picked up amongst the strange intimacy. Both of your breaths intermingling as the atmosphere grew hot and heavy. Your chest pressed against Strikers, making his hands tighten even more. You groaned at the grab and glanced up, but almost immediately turned away from the intensity of his gaze, watching your every movement.

You pulled your fingers away, and he was quick to bring you into a heavy kiss.

You didn’t protest as he tugged at your clothes.

#helluva boss #literature #striker helluva boss #striker #striker x reader #thanks for the ask! #x reader #helluva boss x reader #nsfvv

[sleepdeprivedsloth]

Cold Foot

[MHA - Midoriya, Todoroki]

summary: Todoroki is caught walking around with a sock covering only one of his feet. Midoriya is determined to figure out the reasoning behind his unusual clothing choices. (platonic TodoDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: tickling

words: 1.4 k

a/n: haha finally branching out into the dekusquad characters bc they are so sweet and i love them!! but yeah i hope you all enjoy reading this, much love <<33

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The first time Todoroki walked out of his dorm room with a sock on only one of his feet, everyone thought it was just a silly oversight. It was still pretty early in the morning; maybe his brain just needed a bit more time to fully wake up and realize that he hadn’t exactly finished getting dressed.

The second time he was caught walking around half-barefoot, Todoroki received a few confused glances, but the majority of his peers chose to cut him some slack and let him be. It was a Saturday after all; maybe he was just too lazy to be bothered.

However, when his classmates passed through the common area and saw Todoroki lounging on the couch, both feet outstretched but only one wearing a plain white sock for the third time, they started to suspect that these occurrences weren’t accidental. Most had paused for a moment to take in Todoroki’s abnormal clothing choices, looking upon the scene with complete and utter confusion, but ultimately decided that it was best to just let the fire and ice hero-in-training do his own thing.

Not Midoriya though. Much like his peers, the green-haired boy had stopped and stared for a few seconds to internally ponder on the different possibilities as to why Todoroki chose to only cover up one foot, but it didn’t take long for his curiosity to inevitably get the better of him.

Midoriya casually made his way towards Todoroki and settled himself on the couch, sitting beside the intriguingly half-socked feet. Feeling the cushions shift from the added weight, Todoroki looked up from his phone and peered at Midoriya expectantly. “Can I help you with something, Midoriya?”

“Why are you wearing a sock on only one of your feet?” Midoriya promptly asked, as if he was anxiously waiting for his friend to acknowledge his presence. His green eyes subconsciously moved their curious gaze to the feet in question. “At first, I thought that the need to put on the other sock just slipped your mind, but you’re more attentive than that. You wouldn’t have missed something as simple as a missing sock. But then again-” Midoriya looked back up sheepishly as he stopped himself from going on a full-on rant, having to mentally refocus himself on the matter at hand. “A-anyways, I was just wondering why you only wear one sock, that’s all.”

Todoroki’s lips curled up slightly when Midoriya pulled himself out of his rambling. “Since the right side of my body can manipulate ice, my right foot doesn’t get cold like my left one does. There just simply is no need for me to wear a sock on that foot.”

And with that, Midoriya’s brain switched into research mode. He reached out and grabbed onto Todoroki’s right, unsocked foot, turning it around in his hands as he started inspecting it. “Huh, I never thought of it like that. But it does make sense, more so than the far-fetched theories that I had come up with..” 

In his peripheral vision, Midoriya saw Todoroki tense up, his nervous eyes trained on the foot that was trapped in Midoriya’s grasp. The green-haired boy could just barely make out the slightest hint of a giddy smile on his friend’s lips.

It didn’t take long for Midoriya to piece the subtle signs together. A mischievous glint flashed across his playful eyes as he set his new plan into motion. “Hey Todoroki, you wouldn’t mind if I were to experiment a bit with this new found information, right? It would be a great addition to my notes on your unique half and half quirk.”

Todoroki looked a bit uneasy at the thought of Midoriya performing hands-on research on him, but inevitably agreed. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He tried to relax himself and picked up his phone, resuming his mindless scrolling from before. Midoriya just wanted more accurate and detailed notes, that’s all. What was the worst that could happen?

“Great~” Midoriya laid a hand across Todoroki’s ankles, effectively pinning them down against the couch cushions. 

Todoroki’s head shot up to look at his trapped feet, eyes widening in surprise. “W-wait, Midoriya, what are you-”

“We already know that your fire side is more sensitive to the cold, but I wonder if it’s also more sensitive to touch…” Midoriya slowly dragged a finger down the length of Todoroki’s socked foot, starting just underneath his toes and traveling down to the heel. Up and down, over and over, again and again.

Todoroki choked on the laughter that was trying to force its way out of his throat as he instinctively tried to pull his feet away from the soft touches. Unfortunately for him, both feet were kept firmly in place by Midoriya’s strong hold. A small string of giggles escaped his lips when the torturous finger swiped against a particularly sensitive spot in the middle of his arch. “Nohohohoho! Midohohoriyahahaha!!”

Midoriya smiled at the sweet sound of his friend’s rare laughter, but he couldn’t break character just yet. “How does this feel? What would you rate the sensations on a scale from one to ten?”

With his mind being preoccupied with the soft, tickly feelings on his left foot, Todoroki genuinely couldn’t tell if Midoriya was purposefully teasing him or was just honestly curious about how much he could feel the sensations. Either way, the green-haired boy’s words caused a light blush to spread across his grinning face. “I dohohon’t knohow?”

Midoriya stopped the light tracing in favor of gently scribbling his five fingers against the socked sole. “How about now?”

Todoroki’s laughter raised an octave as his squirming became more desperate. “Ohokahahay okahahahay! Mahahahaybe a seheheven?”

“Hmm, interesting…” Midoriya momentarily stilled his fingers, allowing his friend a quick breather. “Let’s check your other foot now, shall we?”

A fresh wave of giddy panic flowed through Todoroki’s body. “Noho need! Haven’t yohou done enohough experimenting?” He started to lean forward and reach towards Midoriya, trying to grab ahold of his troublesome hands, but immediately fell back down the moment he felt fingers fluttering against his bare foot. “NOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Sorry, but we must compare the ratings of both feet to get the most accurate results,” Midoriya explained sympathetically, but both boys knew that he wasn’t really sorry. “Now, how would you rate the sensations on this foot?”

Todoroki tugged desperately at his feet, but Midoriya’s hold seemed unbreakable, especially since his own strength had been weakened from all of the squirming and laughing. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, as if to hold in the uncontrollable flow of laughter that left his face-splitting smile. “MIDOHOHOHORIYAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! LEHEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!!”

“My research isn’t complete yet, Todoroki!” Midoriya wiggled his fingers in between Todoroki’s scrunched toes. The fire and ice student threw his head back, his roars of laughter becoming even more hysterical. Midoriya beamed fondly at the sight of his friend finally letting loose from his much-too-serious persona. “If you would just rate how this feels, it would all be over~”

“AHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHEN! IHIHIHIHIT’S AHAHAHA TEHEHEN! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Todoroki called out, eyes squeezed shut to prevent his mirthful tears from spilling onto his flushed cheeks.

Midoriya stopped his tickling and brought both arms back down into his lap, giving his friend’s feet the freedom to move. Todoroki instantly brought his legs against his heaving chest and wrapped his arms around them protectively, resting his head on top of his knees.

With a victorious smile, Midoriya exclaimed, “Based on all of the research you have so generously helped me gather, I can now confidently conclude that your ice foot is definitely more sensitive to touch than your fire foot!”

“That’s nohot exactly accurate,” Todoroki argued, mindlessly tracing along the veins in the top of his right foot with an index finger. “My ‘ice foot,’ as you like to call it, was unsocked during the whole experiment. So of course it was going to be more sensitive than my-” Todoroki caught his mistake too late as he cautiously brought his gaze back up to look at Midoriya’s reaction. To his dismay, he was immediately met with the same mischievous green eyes from before.

“You’re absolutely right, Todoroki!” Midoriya agreed, slowly inching himself closer to his classmate. “We just simply need more data and then-”

Todoroki didn’t waste another precious second. He instantly leaped off of the couch and bolted out of the common area towards the elevator, already giggling uncontrollably as he heard Midoriya’s teasing words not too far behind him.

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a/n: thanks for reading everyone! ler midoriya is just *chef’s kiss* i love him okay? omg and when characters who don’t really smile much (cough cough todo and baku) genuinely laugh it is so cute i can’t!! lol anyways good night/day yall :)

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You're His Angelfish, You Poor Unfortunate Soul (Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

You had yet to see this normally so suave, calm, and collected man be so...unhinged. Apparently, your little scheme behind the scenes had worked, but Leona had turned all of Azul's contracts into sand, nulling them of all value and prior purpose. Now, Azul was going into hysterics, his eyes wide, sweat beading down his pale forehead...he was losing it. His voice could be heard out over the ocean floor, practically booming in its range across the ears of the group you had gathered. "Your lightning magic and athleticism….give all of it to me!" Shouts of raw terror and panic could be heard as Azul began swiftly darting around, already taking all of the magic of the nearest poor students he could find. Ruggie's ears flattened against his head as his eyes widened at this utterly chilling sight. "W-what exactly is Azul absorbing from everyone?! People are collapsing one right after the other!" Leona's eyebrow was only lightly arched at this sight, overall appearing to be more curious or annoyed than scared at the appearance of the hysterical Azul. "It looks like he can take everything from someone with his Unique Magic if there is no contract in place. My guess is...the contract acts as a check and balance for his magic." Poor Ruggie was already beginning to back up at this revelation, appearing to be more freaked out than before. "E-eh?! That's freaking terrifying!" Leona shut his emerald eyes, huffing out his next statement. "Yeah...that forbidden class of magic is going to build up an excessive amount of Blot in an instant." Jade and Floyd were quick to dash over, the Tweels' eyes widening at the sight of their Dorm Leader and long time friend behaving in such a manner. Jade was the first to speak up. "Azul! Just what do you think you're doing?!" Floyd was next, his hand raising in a self-defense sort of position. "Uwaahh….what the hell is happening to him?!" Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Grim also made their approach to the rampaging Azul and made their own observations. Poor Grim looked just as freaked out as Ruggie and Floyd were, his ears flattening to his head. "E-ek!....Leona! This is because you picked on him, isn't it?!" Leona placed a hand onto his forehead, grumbling out his reply. "So, now this is my fault? You're the ones who told me to turn his contracts into sand…" 

Azul had suddenly whipped around at the sound of familiar voices. His eyes soon landed directly onto the Tweels. "Jadeeee….Floydddd….ahhh...you've finally come back to me! Those fools went and destroyed all of my precious contacts….so...give me your strength too, okay?.....GIVE IT TO ME!" Jade was already stepping forward, attempting to calm the businessman down. "Azul! Stop this instant! You know you can't control your Unique Magic without a contract in place...it's too strong! If you keep on like this, you know what will happen!" But Azul apparently wasn't listening. He began to mumble under his breath, raising a hand to cover his face momentarily. "I-it's all gone, you know….everything….he...hehe….aha….AHAHAHA! I don't wish to go back to the way I was before!" Floyd was already interjecting as Jade folded his arms beside him. "Ummmm….y'know, you're waaaayyyyy lamer right now than you ever were before." All you could do on the sidelines was swallow. This couldn't be good. You would be right, for Azul began to darkly chuckle once more. "Ah….is that so? You're aware that I'm a stupid, clumsy octopus that can't do anything by himself. So….I'm going to keep taking until I'm the best version of myself that I can possibly be! A beautiful singing voice, powerful magic, IT ALL BELONGS TO ME! GIVE IT ALL TO MEEEEEEEE!" 

And that was enough. A thick, black, mud-like substance began to seep around Azul….he was Overblotting. Leona and Jack began to growl in unison, Floyd shifted his weight over to his twin to hang on for dear life, Grim and Ruggie began to back up, and Ace and Deuce both began to get into their fighting stances. This was the third time. By now- they knew the drill. But….Azul's now glossed over, paled eyes made their way….to land right on you. Oh dear, sweet little [Y/n]. You were so utterly...selfless, placing yourself into a deal underneath him simply to come to the aid of the other students. They had gotten themselves into the predicament, after all. And there were two things he wanted from this deal, and he yearned for them in interest. The first was that wretched photo within the museum. The last trace of his older appearance and persona that was still out there in the world. And the second? You. He had his eyes on you since you had arrived at this school, after all. He knew everything there was to be known about everyone...but you were so curiously cute. What sort of benevolent man would he be if he didn't offer you his undying assistance during your time of need? He could see you now, the mix of fear yet a look of determination crossing over your eyes as the tentacles he had held back within himself suddenly sprung to life. You looked so adorable...and a bit too fine and easy of a catch to pass up. 

Your friends let out a cry of shock as a tentacle wrapped around your waist, yanking you in Azul's direction. You began to desperately thrash around, but the suckers on the tentacle were beginning to sink deeper into your uniform and body while you moved. Eventually, you let out a grunt of pain and ceased your motions altogether, Azul bringing his hand over to cup your face. "Ara, ara….what a cute little Angelfish I have here...don't forget our deal, my dear. You can't get something for nothing, you know~" Azul devilishly grinned, bringing another tentacle around to gently stroke your cheek. Leona and Jack both began to growl even louder. Leona was the first to pipe up in a snippy tone. "Let the Herbivore go, you octo-freak." Azul's eyes darted over to Leona, widening at the sight of the lion. His voice boomed, "SILENCE, FOOL!" The very ocean floor seemed to tremble at the power in his voice, Ruggie and Grim both releasing rather frightened whines. Azul soon slowly brought his gaze back over to you, the prior rage dissolving upon seeing your enchanting face once again. "....It's all going to be mine, sweetcakes…." Azul brushed his thumb over your lower lip, the dampness of it from caressing a tentacle before making you shudder. The others took a step forward, all beginning to shout out their disagreements. Azul's sweltering gaze swept over to the group once more, his eyebrows furrowing. "Not a chance, boys. [Y/n] is mine, now. We made a deal! And I am now wishing to take this deal….in interest!" A tentacle swept over the group, knocking them all back and away from you at once. Azul began to cackle at the sight, you still attempting to thrash in his arms. Azul tsked, bringing a finger over to gently brush a lock of hair out of your eyes. "Poor little princess...don't worry! Your dear Azul is going to take great care of you, understand?" Reluctantly, you nodded in reply. Azul grinned, showing off his pearly whites that glistened in a nearby light. Without another second to spare, he tilted your head up towards him with another tentacle. The others that remained began to trail up and down your form, sweetly caressing you as the male took you in. His lips did not hesitate to meet yours, the plump and partially cold sensation giving you a shock. You felt yourself begin to go numb, eventually opting to just give in to this alluring man altogether. Azul couldn't help but to chuckle in triumph, soon separating. With a gaze that could freeze even the toughest of fighters' blood cold, Azul teasingly hummed out, "You're my Angelfish….you poor, unfortunate soul." 

(Hi hi! Since everyone seemed to enjoy my Overblot!Jamil Viper x Reader story so much, I decided to move swiftly along with our dear Azul! Our dear, sassy Leona is next, guys. You better....Be Prepared~💖)

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