#ler!shou

[tklpilled]

lose myself in you

(ritsu, shou)

summary: maybe ritsu should start rethinking his relationships.

a/n: first mp100 fic wooo

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The pros of becoming friends with Shou: having friends.

The cons: being friends with Shou.

Ritsu needs so many headache medicines.

“Oh, Ritsu~” coos Shou in that damn voice of his, and Ritsu tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him—like it doesn’t send heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Give me a break,” he says, forcing himself to sound level.

He can practically feel Shou’s pout. “I haven’t seen you much lately! I should make up for lost time, shouldn’t I?”

No, Ritsu wants to say, you definitely shouldn’t, but he made a mistake by not running the second he sensed a change in Shou’s mood, since now the redhead is pinning him down, Ritsu’s hands under his friend’s knees.

He always does this, every single time; leaves enough room for Ritsu to get away, only to tease him relentlessly when he doesn’t.

“Suzuki,” he tries to negotiate, but it proves to be futile when Shou vibrates his fingers into Ritsu’s ribs. 

“W-wAHAHAhahait—it tihickles—!” he gasps, squirming frantically to no avail.

He can just barely hear Shou’s crooning over his own laughter. “Your laugh is so cute, how am I ever supposed to stop?”

And it’s so much worse, because Ritsu is a stranger to tickling—ever since his parents stopped as he got older, and Shigeo was never the touchy type in the first place—but he’s even less accustomed to teasing. 

Ritsu doesn’t like being helpless. He hates it. So why, he yearns to know, isn’t he fighting back? Because he can. He’s perfectly capable of it, considering Shou knows his boundaries and always leaves him a way out, it’s just that Ritsu never takes it.

He manages to free one of his hands from underneath Shou, and then he promptly realises that he doesn’t know what to do with it (doesn’t want to do anything with it). Shou only laughs, and when Ritsu just leaves it there for a few moments longer, he takes it back in his grasp.

Ritsu is having fun, and he has no idea why.

He thinks it might be because he’s, at the very least, given an escape route. He isn’t completely helpless. He thinks it could be because it’s Shou, who he trusts, and something about it feels natural. He thinks a lot of things, but he forgets them all in favour of focusing on Shou’s wiggling, electrifying, torturous fingers. 

“Poor Ritsu,” coos Shou. Mockingly. “You’re just too ticklish, aren’t you?”

“St—ahahaha! Dahahamn yohou!”

Shou’s fingers curl around his waist, pressing into his sides. “You could get out of this so easily, you know. You are a psychic.”

Ritsu makes a noise of protest. “Cahaha—cahan’t focus,” he weakly defends himself, making Shou grin. 

“I never get to hear you laugh,” Shou sighs, massaging his thumbs into Ritsu’s hips and acting casual, as if Ritsu isn’t squealing under him. “You should do it more often!”

“Ahaha—absolutely nohohohot!” Ritsu cries, and for his own sake he ignores the warmth spreading over his cheeks. It’s not like Shou is wrong. He doesn’t properly laugh very often. That doesn’t mean Shou has to torment him like this, though. Maybe he should try being funnier or something.

(Ritsu voiced this to his friend, once, only to end up in a fit of laughter—and it was not because Shou took his advice.)

Ritsu knows the main reason Shou does this is because he finds it amusing when he gets flustered. Which isn’t fair, because it’s even easier to embarrass Shou; Ritsu once thanked him and he’d turned bright red, although it could just be that Ritsu is hardly ever nice to him.

“Gohod dahahamn it!” Ritsu groans, trying not to look like he’s enjoying this, which is a difficult task, considering the uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.

“You’re sensitive everywhere, huh?” Shou giggles, scribbling all ten fingers on Ritsu’s stomach.

Ritsu snorts, making Shou gasp in excitement and causing his face to feel hot. “I’m nohohot! Ihi—stohop! I hahate yohou!”

Shou shows no signs of mercy. “It’s your own fault for being so ticklish, really,” he shrugs, dead set on breaking Ritsu down into a pile of giggles. Which he has already succeeded in doing, so there’s no reason to keep going.

Ritsu is a mess by now, he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he tried. He’s sure his hair is a wreck, too, and he has the urge to fix it but Shou always tells him that it’s cute. 

He’s too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice Shou reaching back—until he scratches behind his knee, and Ritsu completely shuts down.

“S-Suhuhu—Suhuzukihihi!” he gasps. “Stohohop thahat! I’ll—k-kihill yohohou!”

“Oh?” says Shou, in a voice that sends chills down Ritsu’s back. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this spot from me?”

“N-nohoho, no,” Ritsu tries to bargain. “Just—nohot there, nohohot thehere!”

Shou curls his fingers into the skin. “Not where, huh? Not here?”

“F-fuhuhucking mohove!” Ritsu snarls, and he tries to sound threatening but he can’t. It apparently has the exact opposite effect, judging by how Shou smirks and pointedly does not move. He’d been so desperately hoping that Shou never found out about that spot, because he knew that he’d never know a moment of peace after that. He was right, it seems, as proven by the absolute torture he’s going through now. 

And then it stops.

Ritsu catches his breath, taking a moment before he blinks open his eyes, only to see Shou hovering above him.

They stare at each other for a second before Shou bursts out laughing. “Was—was it so bad I forced you into using your powers?” he giggles.

Ritsu grumbles in embarrassment, then releases his powers (he cringes at the sound of something else falling on the ground—it seems Shou wasn’t the only thing he accidentally lifted) and lets Shou land on top of him. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around the boy, trapping him while squeezing at the sides of his stomach. Because, while the chance to exploit it doesn’t come often, Shou is nearly as ticklish as Ritsu himself is.

For a while after that, the room is filled with laughter that Ritsu definitely doesn’t find endearing, and for as much as Shou teased him, he really didn’t fight back at all.

#my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ritsu kageyama #shou suzuki #ritshou #if you want #lee!ritsu #ler!shou #wrote a good portion of this while a bit drunk so uhhhhh.

[kanene-yaaay]

The mistake(s)

Kanene’s notes: Summary of this fic:

Teru: I am evil I am mean I know no mercy I am the master of teases.

Mob: *smile*

Teru: I,,,, s,,somft,,

Warnings: None. This is just a cute tickle fanfic with Lee!Mob and Ler!Teru. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. Around 2.000 words.

[~*~]

Watching that movie was a mistake.

Except for the part where Teruki got bored with the plot holes - which, together with the roterist's lazy shortcuts to get all the movie's conflicts resolved in less than ten minutes, ignoring completely that they still had 45 minutes left of story to tell, created the perfect setting to enjoy some procrastinating time with a good company - and decided he absolutely needed to stretch himself across Shigeo's lap, looking at him with the corner of his eye to see if he perceived any kind of discomfort with him by the other.

Shigeo's attentive and neutral eyes turned down to watch him back. "Do you want to watch something else?"

The lack of anything but mild curiosity that painted his tune made Teru relax, slightly adjusting himself to be more comfortable and smiling nonchalantly while focusing again at the screaming protagonist on the screen. "Nah. It's fine."

"Ok."

It was calm, the silence that bathed them. Teru felt more than saw the other's hand hovering above his head. Although he didn't allow himself to externally react to it.

"Teruki." He hummed in reply, laziness already beginning to fog his brain and trying to coach him to sleep. He kind of wanted to finish watching the movie with Shigeo, though. "Can I touch your hair?"

"Uh, sure. Go for it."

So, watching that movie was a mistake. Not because it was bad or poorly made. Not because Mob's careful but still very present touch combing his hair made him feel so relaxed and boneless he was afraid he would slip from the couch at any moment. Not even because he realized how... soft this moment was, how soft Shigeo was, even when their first contact, when Teru's first contact with him was much more aggressive and unkind than what he was being shown now.

No, none of these were the reason for the incorrigible mistake that was made that day.

Actually, the moment Teruki realized that something was happening it was already too late to intervene.

Because the scene was already playing on the screen.

Not any scene.

A tickle scene.

And Teru made the mistake of looking up at Shigeo at this exact moment.

His friend was still concentrating on the movie, hand still playing with his hair and... the corner of his mouth was turned upwards. He was smiling.

That was when Teru realized two things:

1. He has never seen Mob laugh or giggle.

2. He really, really needed to be the reason of his smile.

The question slipped before he could think too much about it.

“Are you ticklish, Mob?”

Maybe it was because of his way-too-casual tune, or because the calm moment made Shigeo lower his barriers, but the answer jumped from the tip of Mob’s tongue before he even realized it.

“Yes.”

The blonde could easily notice how, even before the word was completely out, Shigeo realized the trap he was walking into, turning to look at him with alarmed eyes, so Teru didn’t waste too much time. With a predatory grin his fingers jumped to his sides, dancing and scratching from left to right, up and down, effectively searching and finding any and every weak spot where he could latch on and prevent the other from even thinking in payback before he managed to pull at least a single stray giggle.

His worries were, however, unfounded, since the moment the Kageyama’s wide eyes noticed his attack, his entire body tried to curl on itself, arms hugging his torso and legs trying and failing to go up to protect his middle due Teru still being laid on them.

And then, Mob began to shake.

Teru’s fingers faltered, an unpleasant cold fear suddenly appearing on his mind, the fear that he was too rough, too sudden, too close. That he went too far,  overstepped his friend’s boundaries and just made the strongest person he ever known cry for a stupid personal desire.

His eyes then ran to the other’s face, hands still hovering in the air, when he saw it.

Shigeo’s cheeks were puffed out, his eyes were closed, his previous smile now much bigger stretching along his face.

Teru blinked, a bit stunned. The shaking had stopped.

Hm.

He experimentally brought his hands back to his friend’s torso, now skittering along his ribs, index fingers lightly drumming on the space between each one while his thumbs drew circles on the highest ones, the tip of his fingers getting dangerously close to his highest ribs.

Shigeo began shaking again, shoulders jumping up and down just the slightest amount (Teru was sure that if they weren’t that close, he wouldn’t even realize) and small huffs and puffs of air that sounded suspiciously close to muffled yelps made the blonde realize with delight that Shigeo wasn’t just shaking, he was beaming due the amount of giggles and belly laughter he was trying to hide.

That piece of knowledge made his smirk come back at full force, his tickles getting more enthusiastic with this revelation. Now, that just won’t do.

“Come on, Kageyama, you can’t keep them inside forever.” A snort escaped from his tight pressed lips, body swaying a bit to the left when Teruki’s efforts began walking in the direction of his armpits.

Seeing his reaction, the blond decided he wanted to be mean, so he taunted the other by tapping his fingers right on the border of his armpits, just light enough to send tickly tingles where he touched, nerves buzzing with the prospect that he could strike at any moment.

“See? That is already one. You just need to free the rest of them! Let all the high pitched giggles, embarrassing squeaks, cute snorts and melodious laughter come tumbling right out. I promise I won’t break your serious guy façade to everyone we know.”

His teases were accompanied by a couple of pokes to the tickle spot, which made Shigeo duck his head and try to press his mouth on his shoulder, his low, quiet reactions being successfully hidden with it, his bounces getting stronger with the (honestly unfair) mix of silly tickles and taunting teases.

Suddenly, Teru had an idea. It was a risky bet, more than anything. But it could work.

He kept the flow of pokes, slowly increasing the speed bit by bit. “Bet you will feel much better once they’re all out,” Poke. Poke. Poke poke. Poe poke poke.  “don’t you think? To just let it go and laugh and laugh and laugh.” Pokepokepokepokepokepoke.

Mob didn’t answer, the sensation and words making him want to both crawl off his skin (Teru wasn’t even full tickling him yet, how such soft touch could be so maddening-) and not laugh so they could extend that playful moment for longer.

Teru let out his best impression of an evil snicker, lifting himself just a bit more and...

His mouth was now close to Shigeo’s ears.

Perfect.

“Unless you want me to tickle it all out of you.”

As soon as the words filled the room, his hands dug on the armpits, vibrating and unmercifully attacking the so-protected tickle spot with plenty of scratches and scribbles while he blowed weakly at the - now completely red - ears, hoping his assumption that they were ticklish was right and he wasn’t just making a fool of himself.

A surprised and surprisingly loud, high pitched wheeze was his answer and, before the silence could stretch across the room, a waterfall of sounds followed it. Snorts, yelps, squeaks, squeals, titters and an adorably adorable hiccuped laughter began flowing freely from the one with raven hair and they filled every inch of the room, stunning the blonde so much that he almost ceased his attack.

Instead, he pried his hands from under Mob’s arms and shot them upwards, targeting the, as it seems, incredibly and awfully sensitive spot right behind Shigeo’s ears, letting them dance and draw senseless forms on them, skittering the shells and sometimes letting the tickles slip a bit too close to his neck. 

A pure and warm delight exploded on his chest when he watched how such a simple thing made Mob throw his head backwards, not even bothering to try to hide the low and fast giggles that spilled in flocks from him, shoulders still bouncing and trying - even if halfheartedly - to press on his ears and save them from the unfair and unexpected attack.

“So your ears really are ticklish.” It wasn’t even a tease now, Teru was so lost in the realization that this was laughter, this was his serious friend, this was the strongest person in the universe laughing and enjoying himself, this was his attentive friend giggling uncontrollably and non stop because of a few silly tickly tickles, that he even forgot to add that snarky, taunting tune in his words, just letting the fun of the moment carry both of them away.

“Yes.” The word was almost unrecognizable when said in between so many titters. Teru’s hands began to explore his neck, tap-tap-tapping non stop from the spot right under his chin to his shoulders, creating tickly, tingly paths wherever he went and Mob knew that the spot wasn’t even that ticklish in the first place, but in this moment it didn’t fail to fish plenty of squeaky yelps from him. His hands shot to hold the sleeves of Teru’s shirt, not really pulling them away. “Teheheru. It t-tihihickles.”

And that was the exact moment Teruki Hanazawa realized he had made an incorrigible mistake.

Because now he wouldn’t ever, ever be able to live without listening at least once again to his name being said in between those bouncy giggles and huffed titters.

Or without seeing that gigantic smile taking over Shigeo’s face. Or the way his cheeks were still puffed out even though the laughter kept falling and filling the air. Or the way the tip of his ears were starting to be painted in a lovely shade of red. Or how low and silly his laughter was. Or how...

Oh.

Oh.

Teru was the one who walked straight to a trap here, wasn’t he?

He felt his grin turning into something much more soft than playful, and tried to pull his smirk again, not being sure if he was successful or not. Fortunately enough, Mob still didn’t open his eyes or he would, without doubt, see the shine that took over his gaze.

“It is supposed to tickle, Kageyama. This is the whole deal here, you know?” He snickered in amusement, lowering his arms to give the boy’s knees a few experimental squeezes, being gifted with a snort at every single one. “But, I must say, I didn’t think you would be so, so ticklish. Maybe we should change your nickname from Mob to Giggle Storm.” Teru wormed one hand to under his knees, slightly pinching the sensitive skin there while the other one kept squeezing the kneecap, the mix of soft and rough tickles creating a stronger hiccuped laughter and low, high pitched giggles, as if to prove his words. “Or maybe Hiccup King, it would be very fitting, right?”

Mob only shook his head, heat flooding across his entire face, body starting to get too tired to keep his beaming and tears beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes. A couple of squeaks escaped from his lips and he tried, once again, to curl his torso, resting his forehead on Hanazawa, who was still on his legs.

A privileged position that the blonde didn’t even think twice before fully exploiting. Shigeo could only get a glimpse of Teru taking a deep breath before shoving his face on his stomach and giving him a huge raspberry.

Another loud, wheezing sound briefly floated in the air before being cut and replaced by full silent belly laughter, one or two hiccups appearing here and there before the one with raven hair fell again in silence.

When the maddening, tickly vibrations were over - even if the buzzing kept dancing across his torso and making the other spots tickle in empathy - Mob put his hands on the other’s shoulders and pushed it away, his arms feeling more wobbly and noodly than normal, as if he had just went through another exercise from the Body Improvement Club. Teru took a look at the few tears running on his cheeks and the gigantic smile on his lips before chuckling and ceasing his attack.

For a moment, they just stayed like that. Shigeo taking deep breaths and slowly stopping the flow of quiet titters that remained dancing around them. Teruki realized that the movie had ended a long time ago.

"Uh, sorry if I went too far. Just... It really looked like you were having fun." The playful tease left his grin before he even realized it.

"I was." The certitude in his tune, the direct way he didn't even seem phased by the whole tickle attack and tease he just received beyond a light redness taking over his cheeks and a smile still adorning his face... Mob was really something else.

In his place, Teru would probably still be a mess of peals of laughter and pleas of mercy. Actually, cross that, his soul would have flown away from his body the moment he received that raspberry.

"I don't mind being tickled. It's fun."

"Heh." Teru's smile got even bigger, losing somewhat its smirk, sincerity dripping freely in his tune. "That is cute."

Mob considered his words, not saying anything to agree or disagree to it.

A comfortable silence fell on them once more.

"I also don't mind getting revenge."

"Ah- wAIT-"

#kanene's fanfic #Lee!Mob #MP100 tickling #MP100 tickles #Ler!Teruki #kanene's fic #Mob pyscho 100 tickles #Mob pyscho 100 tickling #Ticklish!Shigeo #I don't think Mob would be unmerciful or too rough with his revenge but I LOVE to imagine Teru just #being EXTREMELY weak for any kind of tickling. Mob will literally give his knee a single one (1) squeeze and da boi will be DYING #Full of 'nononono' and 'i will do anything' and crumbling on the floor #Ler!Teru #my dry eyes are hurting like hell but I really wanted to finish this. #I 100% can see Mob teasing by pretending he isn't tickling the person or giving genuine compliments about the person's laugh smile etc #also another random image that was in my mind as I wrote this fic: #Mob and Teru being all soft and cute cuddling and being lazy on the couch #while Shou and Ritsu are almost throwing hands on Ritsu's room because Shou pranked him again and when Ritsu pUT HIS HANDS ON HIM- #The contrast is just so fun to me #peace and love on planet earth #<3

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

any chance of an updated list?

Of course!!

Also, this is the NEW and FUCKING IMPROVED LIST, I alphabetized it so it’s even better than before >:3

Currently, we have 340 unique characters (if I counted right) and 487 total submissions. The top three most submitted fandoms are Homestuck, Danganronpa, and One Piece, excluding submissions that were spelt wrong or spelt differently. The top three submitted characters are Haiji Towa, Vriska Serket, and Stella Goeta (stella has so many submissions it’s funny)!

Finally, this is the raw, unedited list of characters submitted so far. Just because they are here doesn’t mean they’ll be in the tournament; it just means they’ve been submitted, regardless of media or what character they are!

as always, list under the cut!

This first list is for characters with two or more submissions. Characters who have three or more submissions will get first dibs in the tournament!

Akechi Goro

Akio Ohtori / Himemiya

Anakin Skywalker

Ansem the Wise

April O’Neil (2012)

Ardyn Izunia

Ayin

Azula

Bill Cipher

Boston

Bramblestar

Buzz McCallister

Caillou

Chibiusa

Childe

Cici

Cullen Rutherford

Darkstalker

Dazai Osamu

Dio

Dio (Zero Escape)

Donald Trump

Donquixote Doflamingo

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Drannus

Eichi Tenshouin

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Eridan Ampora

Evan Hansen

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Glenn Quagmire

George Wickham

Greg Heffley

Haiji Towa

Happosai

Her Imperious Condescension

Higashikata Josuke

Huey Emmerich

Ibara Saegusa

Izzy Hands

JD

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Jin Guangyao

John Gaius

Julia Mazzone

Junko Enoshima

Jurgen Leitner

Katsuki Bakugo

Kokichi Ouma

Kristoph Gavin

Kromer

Kusaka Masato

Kylo Ren

Kyubey

Lance Dubois

Le’garde

Live Action Buggy

Makima

Mal

Marvin Falsettos

Meenah Peixes

Merlin

Micah Bell

Michael

Minoru Mineta

Mr. Bungee

Pierce Hawthorne

Pierre

Princess Daisy

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Regal Farseer

Ronaldo

Rose Quartz

Santa Claus

Sasuke Uchiha

Scrappy Doo

Sentinel Prime

Shiver

Shou Tucker

Simon

Simon Laurent

Sosuke Aizen

Spamton

Stella Goetia

Teddy / Kuma

The Maverick

The Metatron 

The Once-Ler

Thistleclaw 

Tony Stark

Tsumugi Aoba

Ty Betteridge

Val Velocity

Viren

Vriska Serkat

William Afton

c!Dream

Ōchi Fukuchi

The next list is for characters only submitted once. If you want these characters to have a higher chance of being added to the tournament, feel free to submit more propaganda for them!

Absalom

Abyss Sibling

Adam

Agamemnon 

Airy

Akane

Akito Shinonome

Akito Sohma

Alastor

Alexander Hamilton

Ali Lectric

All For One

Aloise Trancy

Anatole Kuragin

Angel Dust

Anne Hathaway

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Aranea Serkat

Ashfur

Astarion

Asuka

Bella Swan

Ben Jackson Walker

Betsy Wolfe

Billy

Billy Hargrove

Black Pete

Blackbeard

Blitzo Buckzo

Booker

Box

Bro-Strider

Buck Cluck

Buzz (cheerios)

Byakuya Togami

Caesar Clown

Caliborn / Lord English

Captain Kuro

Cersei Iannister

Chloe Bourgeois

Chris McClain

Chrollo Lucifer

Cicero

Clara Oswald

Coco

Cozy Glow

Cynte

Damian Wayne

Dan Moroboshi

Dean Venture

Dean Winchester

Detective Saracusa

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Disembodied Voice

Don Flamenco

Dr. Henry Miller

Drew

Duke

Edelgard

Elias Ainsworth

Elias Ainsworth

Elon Musk

Equius Zahhak

Erebus

Eric Cartman

Erlina and Brugaves

Eugene Coli

Every Single Country In 1993

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Feferi Peixes

Five

Five Pebbles

Floch

Foreman Oyun

France (Hetalia)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Gamzee Makara

Georg Weissmann

God

Goeffry St. John

Gordon Blackwall

Graham Spector

Gra’ha Tia

Haiji Senri

Heath cliff

Henry Miller (OC)

Henry the Eighth

Himiko Toga

Hisoka

Hiyoko Saionji

Holly Blue Agate

House

Huey Laforet

Ianthe Tridentarius

Il Dottore

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Itsuki Shu

Izumi Sena

JJ

Jacopo Bearzatti

James T. Kirk

Jayne Cobb

Jiren

Joe Destefano

Johnny

Jonah Magnus

Jonathan Groff 

Judith Ford / Natalie Cook

Judo

Julia

Julie-Sue

Ken

Kevin

Kusunoki Muu

Kyouichi Saionji

Ladd Russo

Lady Catherine de Bourgh 

Lebreau Fermet Viralesque

Light Yagami

Liontari

Lotor

Louie

Louis

Luke

Mahiru Koizumi

Makoto Itou

Marie

Marlon

Mary Keay

Master Crown

Matou Shinji

Matpat

Me

Medusa Gorgon

Meredith Rodney McKay

Michael Scott

Miguel O’Hara

Millions Knives

Moash

Moeka Kiryuu

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Mori Ougai

Morris

Mr. Collins

Ms. Valentine

Muu Kusunoki

Muzan Kibutsuji

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Nagito Komaeda

Nanami Kiryuu

Narumi

Natsumi Sakasaki

Nefera DeNile

Nickel

Nikola Tesla

Noor Pradesh

Ocelot

Octavian 

Ogai Mori

Orochi

Otto Apocalypse

Paul Von Oberstein

Pencil

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Prince Louis

Queen Scarlet

Quiche

Quill Kipps

Rafal (FEE)

Rafal (SGE)

Rafe Cameron

Randy

Raven Queen

Rebecca Costwolds

Redd White

Riley Finn

Roger

Rohan Kishibe

Roland

Roshi

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sakazuki Akainu

Sandy

Sanji

Sebastian Mechaelis

Sheldon Cooper

Shen Jiu

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Shinonomes (both)

Shredder

Sigma Klim

Silver Spoon

Skizzleman

Slayer

Solf J. Kimblee

So Sejima

Splinter

Stark Sands

Steven Universe

Stormcaller

Subara Akehoshi

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Teruhashi Makoto

Teruteru

The Eleventh Doctor

The Entirety Of Homestuck

The Groke

The Little Palace Mistress

The Mage

The New Ninja

The Old Palace Master

The Operator

The Pale King

Tim Drake

Tom Wambsgans

Tomaru Sawagoe

Touichiro Suzuki

Trishna

Tumblr Staff

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Victor Frankenstein

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Volgin

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Wen Chao

Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin

Will Shuester

Willy Stampler

Woodes Rogers

Xisuma

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Yu Ziyuan

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Yuri Briar

Zeke Jaeger

Zenos Galvus

Zhou Zishu

#mod speaks #not a poll #most hated blorbo bracket #ask answered #this is very silly

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Mystery meat

Ler!Jean, Lee!Eren / Attack on Titan

A/N: I'm in a big writing mood right now! This is the second fic in an hour or two lol. Might write one more before bed.. Also, this takes place before s3 and stuff like that!

Summary: Eren is accused of eating Jean's stashed meat, which escalates into some giggly shenanigans.

~

Jean's face resembled a volcano at the moment. Steam was coming from his ears and lava poured from his gritted teeth.

"You're kidding me! Sasha, tell me he didn't eat that meat, before I kill him."

Sasha turned her head to face Eren, who was just as mad as Jean was. Eren had been accused of eating some meat that Jean stashed in his bag a while ago, which sounded like something Sasha would do instead. He must've been quite hungry at the time...

"I'd forgotten all about that meat... Can you believe how excited I was when I remembered it- only to see that it was gone?!"

Eren shouted, taking a step forward, "How many times do I have to tell you, Horseface? I didn't eat your damn rotted meat."

"Agh! You dirty brat, who're you callin' horseface?!"

Sasha stepped between the two boys, hoping to deescalate this situation.

"Look, maybe we can come up with a solution. Jean, I'm sure I can find som-"

"I don't want that, Sasha. I want what I took. What I had." Jean muttered, moving his head around Sasha's body, so he could see Eren.

Eren did the same. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Eren tried to spit on Jean! It landed on the boys shoes. He gave the spitter a horrified look, so disgusted that he didn't know what to do with himself.

He shoved Sasha to the side and pounced on top of Eren, only to be pushed beneath him.

Jean scoffed, surprised that Eren had been able to get on top of him. "I'm going to kill you, Eren. If you don't confess and make it known that you're a bratty crook, or somehow throw up that damn meat, I'm going to kill you."

Eren smirked. "Such cocky words for someone beneath me."

The taller boy grunted and pushed on Eren's chest, trying to get him off. It didn't work... Eren really was strong, huh?

"Ha! This is hillarious!" Eren laid his head back, dramatically laughing while moving positions, so he could sit on Jean's stomach. Before he could bring his ass down to sit, Jean had pushed him again, this time making him fall to the floor... Jean right above him.

He had a grim expression. One that you'd see before you entered hell, even. Jean, with that same expression, roughly grabbed Eren's wrists with one hand and placed them above his head.

"What did I tell you? Ha, this is pathetic. You really thought you could get away with eating my food, huh? No, you're gonna pay."

Eren shook his head, "No, I'm not. What do you even want me to pay you with? Money?" He laughed.

Jean felt belittled. He was being laughed at whilst in the dominant position. He had to find a way to shut this jerk up - or... maybe he didn't want him to shut up. Maybe he wanted him to make noise, like laughter!

"Eren, are you ticklish?"

"Gah- what?" Eren was caught off guard by such a blunt question.

Jean slipped his hand under the other boy's shirt and raked it across the length of his belly.

"Waha-? Wohoah, wait! What the hehell are yaha- doing-uha!"

Sasha, still a bit upset over that aggressive push from Jean, watched from the sidelines. She was surprised to hear Eren laugh while being tickled. She didn't know he was ticklish... This information would surely be spread to the other scouts.

Mikasa and Armin must've already known of this weakness - but the others must've been clueless. Sasha made a note in her mind, "Tell Connie about this!".

She stepped a little closer to the scene. Peering over Jean's head, she saw Eren, who was laughing like a toddler. She saw Jean's fingers digging into his tummy and waistline.

"Jehean! Fuhuck- let me go right nooowuhuhah!"

"Not until you do one of the two options I gave you. Or even both would suffice! Just get me my damn meat!"

Sasha placed a hand on Jean's shoulder. "Jean... Ah- I think-"

"Come over to Eren's head and hold his arms for me, Sasha! Yes, yes, he's gonna pay!" Jean sounded insane.

Sasha sighed and did what was asked of her. She held Eren's arms above his head, leaving his upper body exposed.

"Sahasha! Tra-aha! Traitor!"

Sasha felt bad about Eren's situation, but she couldn't lie to herself... it was sorta funny to see him laugh and giggle. She tightened her grip on his arms, while Jean traveled upward. His fingers squished against Eren's sides, making him chuckle and squirm.

He laid his head back in laughter, seeing Sasha, that damned traitor.

"I'm nehever going to help ahany of you agaha-HAH!" Eren howled.

Jean had struck gold. Eren kicked his feet, gasping for air. All the while, Jean sat there, toying with his armpits. He poked them to see Eren's face scrunch up, then tickled them harshly to see him beg for mercy.

After testing them out, Jean decided to simply drive his thumbs into the hollows, evoking bloodcurling shouts and indistinct laughter from Eren's mouth.

He massaged his underarms slowly, then quickly, enjoying every minute of it. This cocky asshole really was paying for his sins.

Eren was trying his hardest not to piss himself right then and there, but it was hard. The sensation of Jean's slim thumbs- ah, now he was skittering his other four fingers along Eren's shoulderblades?!

"GAHA-aheheho, nooohoh! Jehean!" He shouted.

"What the hell is all of this?" Levi opened the door, rushing in to see Eren on the floor, a giggly mess, with Jean and Sasha standing up.

"Ah- We don't know! He just started laughing like this... We didn't do anything." Jean lied.

Levi kneeled beside Eren, who was so f*cking glad to see Levi. He really saved him...

"Must be something to do with his Titan powers... we'll have Hange inspect him tomorrow. Go to sleep, Sasha and Jean. Now."

The two nodded. Sasha leaned over to Jean's ear, as Levi still examined Eren and his body. She whispered, "I ate the meat. I'm sorry. It just smelled soo good..."

Jean gasped and looked at Eren.

"Oh... Ha- well, he deserved that anyway, I suppose..."

The two headed to bed and left Eren, still a ball of warm giggles, agreeing to never mention this little mishap again...

#lee!eren #ler!jean #aot tk fic #tk fic #xer9es

[daybreak-tkler]

❝Take Your Mind Off Of The Journey❞

Lee(s): mercenary! Minho

Ler(s): mercenary! Chan

Small Synopsis: after finishing their most recent job on the quest board, Chan and Minho settle down for the night in a tavern and Chan tries to indulge in something that will destress them both from the long journey ahead. Minho isn't quite on the same page.

Vague DnD references?? Also warning, there are vague mentions of blood, wounds and goblin death but it's not graphic,, and Minho swears once uwu.

After a long day of fighting off goblins from a small fairy village, Chan and Minho return to the local tavern completely famished and tired beyond anything. This stop was one of many on their journey inland to a large industrial city that would hopefully allow them to build up a better team, as the two of them were getting pretty beat up from recent quests. Minho collapses on the rightmost bed of their paid room and heaves the deepest of sighs. "That was so rough,, I can't believe we made it out of there," he grumbles and Chan laughs polishing the smoked tip of his blade from goblin blood. Minho weakly pushes himself up and removes his chest garment so he could breathe a bit easier. "This old tin armor isn't doing me much good anymore," he huffs lightly.

Chan hums and smiles "We got quite a hefty pay of gold from those fairies, I wouldn't call it unwise to spend some on a new armor set? There's probably a blacksmith's close by," he muses as he sheaths his now-polished sword and props it up against the wall beside his travel partner's. "Right, maybe we should, you got yours upgraded back in the last town over, so I guess it's my turn," Minho responds with a grin. Chan nods encouragingly as he removes hid armor pieces from his own body, rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt to inspect his bruises. "Mm, no marks," he murmurs as his hands trace over the skin of his arms. Minho makes a noise of approval before his face drops into a frown. "Ah, can't say the same for me," he laughs as he stares at the open wound on his wrist.

Chan lightly rolls his eyes and even though his mind tells him to scold the younger for being so careless, instead he wordlessly shuffles over to sit beside Minho and patch up his wrist. He delicately cleans the wound and wraps it in a bandage. It only takes a few moments, but Chan can't help but smile at the way Minho hisses as he cleans the wound. Just like a cat. It was endearing to see, watching his travel partner stifle a yawn and stretch his arms up like how a cat might. It was,,, cute to be honest. But Chan would never let his travel partner know that, because if he did Minho would probably kill him with his bare hands.

Despite his natural charm, Minho frequently denied that he was attractive, cute, handsome, or anything. He was the worst at accepting compliments. Chan isn't sure as to why the idea of being even slightly cute haunts his fellow mercenary but it's been that way ever since he's known Minho. He supposes its not such a bad thing, since it's not like Chan wakes up everyday just to call Minho cute or attractive (even though a part of his mind tells him he should be doing that because his travel partner doesn't hear it enough) but Chan does celebrate the small times where Minho says he looks attractive one evening if they were dressing up, or if he acknowledges that he's acting a bit cute just for attention. It's rare, and Minho looks like he's admitting that he's murdered somebody whenever he does it, but Chan does smile whenever it happens.

Minho rubs his eye sleepily and sends a look to Chan "We've got a long way to go tomorrow, should we call it a night?" he asks warmly and Chan chuckles "This early? At least stay up for one more hour," the elder of the two muses. The other shrugs, showcasing that he isn't bothered by that idea and he sits back a bit on his bed, which is pushed up against the wall with the window whilst Chan's is pushed up against the wall with the door out. "Are you, perhaps, worried about tomorrow's journey? We should make it to the outer city if all goes according to plan," Chan reminds the other. Minho nods rather solumnly "Yeah, that's the problem,, what if we get there and it's not what we thought it would be?" he queries, there's worry in his tone and it causes Chan to sigh.

He wordlessly grasps onto Minho's hand and squeezes it affectionately with a smile, telling him without words that they would be just fine. A sudden idea of mischief pops into Chan's head and he smiles, hand traveling from Minho's own hand to his side and giving it a generous squeeze. The reaction is instantaneous and Minho squeaks. "Still ticklish?" Chan asks with a hum. "Because I know how we can both destress from today and stop worrying about tomorrow,"

Minho shakes his head frantically "No,, I'm,, I'm not ticklish, Chan, we've had this conversation before," he says, eyes wide in sudden embarrassment. He looks like a deer in the headlights and Chan suspects that Minho had wanted him to suggest that. But he knew his travel partner well, he knew Minho would never just come out and say it. "Yeah,, the last time we had this conversation,, I think we came to the conclusion that you are ticklish..."

Before the younger even knew it, his back was against the mattress and Chan was above him sat on his hips. Minho didn't have to say a word for his hyung to be able to tell what he wanted. His pleading eyes said enough. "Want to admit that you're ticklish, Mister Lee?" Chan asks with an innocent enough smile. Minho shakes his head in response. "Well, don't worry, I'll wriggle the confession out of you~" the older mercenary sings as his hands squeeze at Minho's tummy. A strangled noise left the lee's mouth as he tries in desperation to keep his mouth sewn shut. Chan admires the determination, as this usually happened whenever he went to tickle his cat-like companion. There were three stages they went through whenever Minho was tickled by his hyung: Denial, which they had already gone through, Determination To Prove His Point, which they were currently going through, and Acceptance.

Minho does surprisingly well at not laughing this time, but that might be because Chan was going easy on him this time. His fingers fluttered up to Minho's ribs, plucking each one a number of times with a smirk as he hears the almost pained noises Minho let out whilst trying not to laugh. He squeezes his hips, pokes his sides, scratches his tummy and the younger was still going strong. Impressive... that means it was time to pull out the big guns.

Chan takes a deep breath and he lifts Minho's undershirt slowly with a smile as the male below him quickly realizes what was going on, eyes wide and lips pressed together. The older mercenary doesn't hold back as he blows a raspberry to Minho's side, making him twitch and snort loudly. "Ahahahahahahaa! Fuhuhuhuck!" The younger chortles out in defeat. Ah. There we go. Acceptance. Chan grins widely, now the real fun can begin. He kneads his fingers into his travel partner's slender tummy and watches as the other male crumbles beneath him, shaking with laughter. "Wahahahhehehee! Chahahahhaan,, cuhuhuhuhuhut ihihit out! I'm,, nohohot tiihihihiicklish!" he protests and Chan clicks his tongue in response.

"Not ticklish? In your position? I think you just made a mistake, Min!" he teases with an evil smile as he mercilessly scratches at the younger's underarms beneath his undershirt. "nOh- aHahahahahhahehehe!! OHohohoh, Gohohohohods! PlEHEHEehehehaahhase!" The lee gasps out for air as his head falls back, loud laughter slipping through his lips and out into the air. Chan quickly shifts downwards, now placing himself on the younger male's knees. "Now you're at your "Acceptance" phase, we can move onto your good spot," he titters. Minho's eyes widen once more and he shakes his head as he takes in a few deep breaths. "No, no,, anywhere but the good spot!" he pleads, despite the fact that his eyes deceive him. That look in his eyes tells Chan he wants it on the good spot.

So, he delivers.

Minho's head dips back as he gasps for air, laughing loudly at the squeezes Chan sent to his thighs. Yeah, his thighs were the good spot. They were so damn ticklish. "Wahahahahhaahahhaait plEHEEEHEEase! Ohohohohoh Gohohohohohods, I cahahahahhaan't taahahahahaake it!" he wails out in laughter as his travel partner ticklishly torments him. Chan coos at Minho's weak attempts to push his hands away. It was a sign that he was enjoying this. No matter what words came from Minho's mouth, Chan knew him better. He could see right through those "I hate being tickled" lies. This was the truth.

"Goohohohohood Lohohohohord, Chan! Pleheheheheeease stohohop!" The male below him pleads and Chan decides to take pity on him. He stops, allowing Minho to heave in plenty of breaths with a weak smile. "You're so cute," Chan coos as he rolls off of the male's knees to lay beside him. Minho slaps his arm with a scowl. "Screw off, I'm not,,, cute,," he huffs. Chan laughs softly as he stares up at the ceiling, wrapping an arm around the male laying beside him. So what if Minho didn't admit to his cuteness tonight?

Chan knew he couldn't win them all.

#cute tickles #kpop tickling #tickle community #ticklefics #tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickling #tickle fantasy #tickle fic #lee! minho #ler! chan #ticklish babie #uwu

[honeydew-sillies]

Listen. Hear me out.

"How come you always look so angry" prompt but w lee Ritsu and ler Shou.

#honey talks #text post #tickle community #mp100 tickles #mob psycho tickles #mp100 shou #mp100 ritsu

[crushzonebl]

Wulin No.1 Middle School - 武林一中 - PT-BR (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/327760845-wulin-no-1-middle-school-%E6%AD%A6%E6%9E%97%E4%B8%80%E4%B8%AD-pt-br?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ZoneCrushBL&wp_originator=bQLc62nmnReUClQRcK%2Bs2YEgq06N2YAhnz%2BlQ7X5JORh8vbin%2B2U98uknnTOePr6LQ2VupmOBwrHO1u3%2FT5okB7vQQbbm00RbLptmKjoJJVi0%2FlGg0RyJlJco2xsgIrz Autor: Gu Sanyue - 顾三跃 Status: 100 + 4 extras .. O líder da aliança, Song Zhaolan, trouxe um grupo de artistas marciais para sitiar a seita demoníaca. De repente, toda a aliança e a seita demoníaca passaram a ser os alunos da Classe A e da Classe F. Então, esse grupo de pessoas escalou o muro e foi para o cibercafé, ficou acordado até tarde para ler romances e participou do encontro esportivo com 18 tipos de artes marciais... Os alunos da escola secundária Wulin No. 1 estavam enlouquecendo. Todos os dias, eles tremiam sob a autoridade desses dois chefões. Eles foram pegos no meio dessas duas classes que foram sancionadas com punhos de ferro. Não havia mais patos mandarins no bosque, apenas os dois chefes gritando um com o outro. Finalmente, um dia, Song Zhaolan recebeu a "carta de rendição" do demônio: "Quem disse que o bem e o mal não se misturam? Eu insisto em existir em seu coração!" Aluno da Classe A: O líder da aliança é poderoso, ele realmente capturou a palma da mão direita do diabo com uma mão! Aluno da classe F: O líder tem um bom coração, ele realmente usou a boca para salvar esse canalha! Aluno do BCDE: Você é cego ou deficiente mental? ? ? O mestre de artes marciais que só quer cozinhar shou X O mestre que só quer aprender gong

#comdia #diasmodernos #shounenai #transmigrao #vidaescolar #yaoi #books #wattpad #amwriting

[jwzhq]

Poor Tadano...

恥ずかしい状況 ...

https://mangalivre.net/ler/komi-san-wa-community-shou-desu-/online/174879/180#/!page16

#komi icons #komi san #komi san can't communicate #komi san layouts #najimi icons #tadano hitohito #komi shouko

[tklpilled]

Taking a chance cause why not-

Can get a healthy bit of lee!shou and ler!ritsu, where lil' boy rits' is just fed up with shou's tomfoolery and just tickles the energy out of him?

OFC OFC i love these two

#ask #anonymous

[kanene-yaaay]

Talks, Teases and Tea

Warnings: I can’t think of any. They’re just talking about boundaries and lightly teasing and tickling ech other. Brief Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Hizashi with implied Lee!Toshinori. About 2500 words.

Kanene’s notes: Heya! I’ve been wanting to finish this fic for a while! I wanted to write a bit more about it because it is an interesting scenario but dfghjdfghjr I was already losing the tracks with this quite long fic, so, yay! I am glad I am finally sharing this w u all <3. I hope u like this ^v^

[~*~]

Toshinori winced at his own smile, staring at the cup of tea in front of him with an intensity that wasn't really needed. His gaze flicked quickly across the two guests in the room, analysing the situation. Aizawa drank his tea slowly, partly oblivious to Hizashi, who kept drumming his finger on the tabletop in a rhythm he was sure he heard somewhere, humming a song. Their gazes locked together and Toshinori couldn't help the slight blush which traveled to his cheeks. They quickly averted their eyes.

Aizawa's loud, exasperated sigh flew across the room. "You two are ridiculous."

Hizashi and Toshinori broke down in giggles, not really denying the black haired teacher words, the acknowledgement of how they, professional heroes trained to act through the nervousness and pressure, just spent minutes deviating glares and blushing like teenagers in love making them only laugh harder.

"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" Yagi was the first to get himself together, softly smiling under Shouta's intense eyes.

"Yes." The aforementioned retorted. "But it's necessary."

"We can't say it isn't even a bit awkward, though." Hizashi contemplated, stirring a spoon on his untouched drink. His smile became wicked as he wiggled his fingers in front of Aizawa's face. "Aren't you nervous about sharing your deepest desires with us, Shou?"

He yelped as the other batted his hand away, scoffing, not unkindly. "Stop, you're scaring Toshinori."

The attention switched to the taller one. Showing vulnerability was difficult to all of them, but to the former number one hero it sometimes felt as if he would never be able to fully do it.

He was working on that.

"Oh, shit, sorry,  I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, Hizashi-san." Yagi scratched at his neck, wondering if the hot feeling painting his cheeks would ever disappear. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you with it." His grin was small, but honest.

Aizawa did his best to not get up from his chair and hide Toshinori on his capture weapon before he killed him with cuteness, just as he did with his cats. At his side, Hizashi made a show of placing his hands on his chest and crying "My heart!" dramatically as if he just got shot. All Might's face got even redder.

"Right." The erasure hero started before his urge became stronger. "Let's start with a safeword."

"Right." Yagi beamed, getting a small notepad in hands and hurrying to find a blank space on it. 

He looked up when no more suggestions filled the air, only to find a very amused green gaze staring right at him as the other grumbled something about not being awake enough for that and stole Hizashi's tea. "Toshi, dear, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, actually I…" He cleaned his throat. "My memory is kind of bad so I was wondering that I could, maybe, take notes?”

"Will they be coded?"

"Yes."

“Then I don’t care. Do what works for you.”

"Oooh," Yamada popped in, hands resting on the tabletop as his body inclined forward. "Clever! Such a clever idea! Can you teach it to me later? And let me take pictures?"

"O-of course, Hizashi-san."

Shouts huffed, amused. "You know he will use all that information against you, right?"

"Shhh! Shou, don’t expose my evil plan!"

"Maybe we could use the Spotlight system?" Yagi cut their bickering, knowing the lengths they could take their playfulness and he really doubted he would have the courage to finish this conversation another day.

"Bo-o-ring! We should choose something more unique and new! Something more like..." The blonde's eyes suddenly gathered a dangerous glint. "I am here."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"No, no, no, Toshinori-san, hear me out, hear me out!" His words almost couldn't be understood across his crackles, the voice hero trying to make the Number One hero to stop hiding his face, knowing that any attempt of reasoning about this with Aizawa would be quickly ignored. "Think about it! Think carefully about it!"

The called one peaked between the fingers of the hand, opening his mouth to vehemently protest against the use of his hero persona’s trademark phrase, but then, in that exact moment Yamada pointed to Shouta.

Suddenly, a very clear image of his gloomy, reserved coworker, with a gigantic smile plastered on his face shouting "I am here!" between his frantic, low laughter filled his mind.

He took a steady breath.

"I am tempted," was his final verdict.

"Yes!"

"I refuse."

"Democracy is really a bitch isn't it?" Hizashi pouted in fake empathy. "I promise I won't tease you... too much."

"I can and will kill you both before that. I am an underground hero, I have my ways."

Yagi chuckled. "I still believe we could use the spotlight system, too. It's faster."

"Noo, Toshinori-san! We were almost winning!"

Aizawa flicked him on the forehead, lips quirking upwards before he sobered. "We also need a word to signal a need for a break and a non verbal one. That is not negotiable."

Hizashi blinked, red dusking his initially confident expression. "Oh, yeah, this is actually a very good idea."

"For the non verbal we could tap out?"

"Nope. I trash around too much, probably would do this without even realizing it…" How could Yamada talk so freely about this, Yagi would never truly understand. "Ah, I know! We could just snap our fingers!” He was fast to demonstrate his words. “Quick and easy!"

"And we could use Break as the other one, everyone agrees?" Aizawa nodded at the affirmative sounds said by the others. "Good. Bondage?"

Silence.

"I am… not very comfortable with it as the ler, but…" Hizashi drummed his fingers harder on the tabletop, stopping only when Aizawa gave his mug back, happy in occupying his antsy hands with it. "Sometime... When I am in a strong Lee mood, I like the light ones?"

"Always ask before, then." Yagi smiled kindly at him before scribbling that down. "Shouta-san?"

"Yes. Just not my arms."

"Right."

"And you Toshinori-san?"

The pencil stopped for a second. Yagi chuckled nervously. 

"...I don't really know."

He couldn't describe it. That not quite quite, but definitely there, feeling that accommodated on his chest everytime he thought about it.

"It's okay." Yamada reassured. "It's never too late to discover and try it! When you feel comfortable enough to do that, of course. Also, don’t forget: just one word and we will stop."

"This talk is important exactly because of that."

Warmth filled Yagi’s chest at care and the safety that flowed from each act, each word from the other two.

"Of course." His tune then became serious. When did he get so soft in the first place? "And, if any of your preferences change, warn me. This needs to be comfortable for all of us, right?"

"Will do."

Shouta hummed in agreement.

"Okay. Aaand what about petnames?"

Suddenly, Yagi was very, very happy for having that conversation in person and not through shy, quick messages in their shared group - how he first intended for it to be,- because otherwise he wouldn't have had the gold opportunity to watch how fast Aizawa’s face was able to blush entirely with a single sentence.

The Erasure Hero lifted his gaze, gave a quick glance between Hizashi’s smug expression and Toshinori’s truly awed one and immediately shrunk on his chair, arms crossed and grumpy grubbles being chewed under his breath, the red on his features still shining brightly. 

“Fuck.” Both of the other two integrants in the room snickered at the curse.

“Baaabeee.~”

“Shut up. I hate you.”

“My deeear, my adorably, adorable blushy toyy.~”

Shouta twitched in his place, an uncontrollable wobbly smile opening its way to his lips, butterflies jumping and dancing non stop on his stomach. He shrunk even further on the chair, refusing to hide his face only because he knew how much of a fuel that would be for both blondes.

(And, maybe because deep down, he liked the attention he was receiving.) 

“I am going to leave.”

“Aww, why? The serious, grumpy Shouta can’t stand letting his bestest friends knowing that he is actually a soft, adorable, flustered-” at each adjective Hizashi ignored the other’s - admitelly fake - sharp gaze in order to poke his stomach with every word. “-little wiggle lee?”

It took just a blink of an eye. In a second Yamada was tormenting him, having an absolute blast with the way Shouta’s blush was travelling all the way to his neck, chest shaking with his attempts to trap the bubbling giggles inside, and, on the other, the underground hero used their proximity to grab the Voice Hero’s hand and twist him so the blond would be trapped on his arms, a surprised high pitched sound flying the air.

“I would be very careful with my next words, if I were you.” The black haired hero adjusted them so his low tune would hit directly Hiazhi’s unprotected, and also very sensitive, ears, that act alone being able to fish more whining noises from the blond.

“And you.” Toshinori couldn’t help the way his soft smile turned into a nervous one when those black, deep eyes stared directly on the bottom of his soul, the redness of his face taking some of the sharpness of his words, however. “Don’t think you’re out of danger just because there is a table between us. We know I’m faster.”

“I wouldn’t dream about it, Shouta-san.” Yagi replied with an amused placating gesture, his entire face filled with softness. “I was just appreciating how considerate and attentive it was from Hizashi-san’s part to bring up such an important topic and also how great it was for you to let him have some fun before your immediate reaction.”

He watched with a sweet interest and a polite faked confusion, as if he couldn’t understand the impact his words and the implications they held, as their faces were set on flames again with his blunt honesty. 

“You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shouta-san!” The former number one hero chipped before innocently writing down a few more lines on his notes.

“Yagi-san!” Yamada whined. “I thought we were a team! Partners in crime! Two forces that gathered together to bring Shouta down. How could you betray me like that?!”

Toshinori just grinned free of any guilt, not taking long before he sobered again. “Is there, however, any nickname you’re not comfortable with, Shouta-san, Hizashi-san?”

The one with vivid green eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment, so the underground hero’s grumbles were easily noticed in the sudden silence.

“Just don’t call me any variation of ‘pet’ and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Toshinori replied, writing that information down as well.

“Oh, yeah, I just remembered something. It’s not really a nickname and more of a situation? I think it can be called that?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping on the temple of his glasses. “I mean, it’s not the topic here and I can wait for when talk about it, of course! I just literally remembered it-”

“Hizashi. Spill it.”

“Right. Okay. Hm, don’t call for help while we’re at it?”

Shouta furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting the reason for the wish. His gaze found Yagi’s one and found confusion there as well, however both were quick to let it be buried  away by understanding.

If Hizashi wanted to share his reasoning in the future, he would. It was not in their place to question his boundaries.

“Of course, dear.”

Hizashi could barely describe the warm, nice feeling filling his chest when he heard Toshinori calling him that, immediately melting when Aizawa gave his back a few light scratches, not enough to tickle, but just the nice tad of a good, comforting gesture.

“Softies, softies. All of you.” He sing sang cheerfully at them.

A squeeze on his tummy made a loud squeal cut any other teasing he might come up with. “I can show Yagi how soft you can be.” Aizawa purred, his hands slowly crawling to strategic, ticklish spots on his belly and thighs. 

“Shouta. Shouta, wait! Y-you know I was only kidding, my dear, my sunshine, my old pal, my very kind, very, very forgiving friend!” Yamada’s wiggles become stronger, titters spilling from his lips in between his pleas, body squirming and trying to escape from the other’s still strong hold.

“Don’t think you will able to escape so easily, not after the whole ‘petnames’ topic you decided to bring up.” His titters evolved to fast giggles when Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to place surprising pokes and prodding on his skin. “Also, a serious, sad face doesn’t fit you.”

“We stihihill have to finish the conversation!” Aizawa hummed, not convinced. “Yagi, my hero, tell him!”

Toshinori wouldn’t point himself as a coward, really. He had faced and battled against all kinds of villains with a reassuring smile and a booming laughter on the tip of his tongue, he had survived a meeting with Nedzu and Gran Tourino’s training.

However, as Aizawa’s smirk was thrown in his direction in sync with a sharp, playful gaze, he couldn’t stop the excited squeak that escaped from his mouth.

Also, at the scene of a previously smug Yamada giggling himself silly and staring at him with a fake pout, maybe he couldn’t help but feel a little playful, as well. Besides, even though he would deny it until his end days, Yagi knew how much soft Aizawa truly was when it came to the people he cared about, therefore the underground hero would be careful to not cross any of the blond’s boundaries. 

“Oh, my, it seems like the tea is cold.” He got up, gathering the cups on his arms. “Maybe we could take a deserved break before discussing the rest of the topics, right? I will make more tea.” And he grinned, light and innocently, at Hizashi’s energetic protests, which grew more less like words and more like a mess of laughter, snorts and giggles as the tallest friend directed himself to the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of tickles, Aizawa stared at the smiley mess on his hold with a dangerous shine on his eyes.

“You’re really a tickle monster, aren’t you?” Hizashi chuckled.

“It’s not my fault that he really believes he can escape from the same fate of yours.”

Yamada huffed a laugh, lightly smacking his arms. “Go. But soon enough I will catch my breath, so don’t forget to watch your back. ~”

Aizawa gave his hips a warning pinch before snorting as he got up, looking at the kitchen’s direction with a smirk on his face. “Good luck with that.”

Needless to say, they had a very giggly break.

#There isn't a lot of tickles here not gonna lie #they're silly ur honor #Ler!Aizawa #Lee!Hizashi #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Ticklish!Hizashi #Implied Lee!Yagi #Quick Lee!Aizawa #you can pry the idea that Aizawa is weak for soft cute teasy nicknames from my very dead cold hands #It's !!!!! them!!! 💛💛💛 #boundaries #serious talk #with a bunch of teases and tickles too

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

Update on how many unique characters you’ve received?

As usual, super long list, so here we go!

These characters have two+ (2+) submissions, and are likely to be included.

Vriska Serkat

Eridan Ampora

Shiver

Kokichi Ouma

Haiji Towa

Minoru Mineta

Simon

Boston

Bill Cipher

John Gaius

Regal Farseer

Ayin

Kylo Ren

Mal

Jurgen Leitner

Merlin

Darkstalker

Kyubey 

Ty Betteridge

Sasuke Uchiha

Dazai Osamu

Glenn Quagmire

Rose Quartz

Makima

c!Dream

Izzy Hands

Akio Ohtori

Katsuki Bakugo

Bramblestar

Michael

Don Quixote Doflamingo

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Ansem the Wise

Kusaka Masato

Azula 

The Metatron

Evan Hansen

Stella Goetia

Pierce Hawthorne

Le’garde

Lance Dubois

Santa Claus

Meenah Peixes / Her Imperious Condescension 

Greg Heffley

Tony Stark

Donald Trump

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Teddy / Kuma

Mr. Bungee

Julia Mazzone

Sentinel Prime

William Afton

Cullen Rutherford

Shou Tucker

Junko Enoshima

Ardyn Izunia

Sosuke Aizen

Happosai 

Simon Laurent

Caillou 

Ōchi Fukuchi

Jin Guanyao

Micah Bell

Cici

These characters have been submitted only once, and have a lower chance of being accepted.

Michael Scott

Detective Saracusa

Paul Von Oberstein

JJ

Box

Damian Wayne

Cersei Iannister

Shredder

Splinter

John ‘Jack’ Seward

Akane 

Abyss Sibling

House

Nickel

Julie-Sue

Tim Drake

Xisuma

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Hisoka 

Gra’ha Tia

Elias Ainsworth

Trishna 

Erlina and Brugaves

Five Pebbles

The Entirety Of Homestuck

Willy Stampler

Miguel O’Hara

Medusa Gorgon

Gamzee Makara

Rohan Kishibe

Teruhashi Makoto

Gordon Blackwall

Rebecca Costwolds

Dio 

Anakin Skywalker

Sigma Kilm

Caesar Clown

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Mori Ougai

Asuka 

Marlon

Pencil

Touichiro Suzuki

Alexander Hamilton

Georg Weissmann 

Dean Winchester

The Operator

Kromer

Scrappy Doo

Foreman Oyun

The Eleventh Doctor

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Will Shuester

Marie

Silver Spoon

Jayne Cobb

Byakuya Togami

Prince Louis 

Coco

Princess Daisy

Light Yagami

The Pale King

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Himiko Toga

Sebastian Mechaelias

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Clara Oswald

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Heath cliff

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Roland

Huey Emmerich

Tom Wambsgans

Yuri Briar

Jacopo Bearzatti

Quiche

Alastor

Meredith Rodney McKay

Every Single Country In 1993

Cicero

Val Velocity

Jiren 

Noor Pradesh

Blackbeard 

Kristoph Gavin

Morris 

Dan Moroboshi

Muu Kusunoki

Julia

Shen Jiu

April O’Neil (2012)

Johnny

Adam

Ronaldo

Makoto Itou

Ianthe Tridentarius

Disembodied Voice

Viren

Spamton

George Wickham

Floch

The New Ninja

Sakazuki Akainu 

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Childe 

Wen Chao

Stormcaller

Chibiusa

Ashfur 

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd 

James T. Kirk

Billy

Mikan Tsumuki

Teruteru

Orochi

Millions Knives

The Mage

Lotor

Otto Apocalypse 

Sanji

Woodes Rogers

Zeke Jaeger

Dean Venture

Absalom 

Aloise Trancey

Cynte

Akito Sohma

Pierre

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Edelgard 

Chrollo Lucifer

Chloe Bourgeois 

Zhou Zishu

Wanderer/Scaramouche 

Elon Musk

Il Dottore

Goeffry St. John

Nikola Tesla

Louie

Ogai Mori

Astarion 

Mary Keay

Dr. Henry Miller

Booker

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Akechi Goro

Victor Frankenstein

Five

Riley Finn

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Elias Ainsworth

Nefera DeNile

Angel Dust

Blitzo Buckzo

The Once-Ler

Moash

Zenos Galvus

Marvin Falsettos

Solf J. Kimblee 

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Henry the Eighth 

Aranea Serkat

Bro-Strider

Caliborn / Lord English

Feferi Peixes

Skizzleman

Black Pete

Narumi 

Cozy Glow

Holly Blue Agate

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Drew

Dio (Zero Escape)

Matou Shinji

Chris McClain

Thistleclaw 

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sheldon Cooper

Buck Cluck

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Kevin

France (Hetalia)

Tumblr Staff

Slayer 

Volgin 

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Roshi 

Chibiusa

Akio Himemiya

Ali Lectric

Rafe Cameron

Raven Queen

Duke

Sandy

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Bella Swan

Haiji Senri

Tsumugi Aoba

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Buzz McCallister 

Eugene Coli

Live Action Buggy

Aizen Sosuke

Kyouichi Saionji

Ibara Saegusa

Yu Ziyuan

Mahiru Koizumi

The Little Palace Mistress

Eichi Tenshouin

The Old Palace Master

Rafal 

Jonah Magnus

Queen Scarlet

Nanami Kiryuu 

Hiyoko Saionji

God

Roger

Judo

Ken

Steven Universe

JD

#mod speaks #not a poll #most hated blorbo bracket #ask answered #I would cry #trying to tag all these characters

[august-anon]

Maaaybeee Lee!Aizawa & Ler!Mic and 47? Thaankys! >w<

Yeah yeah bud, coming right up!!! And thanks for being patient and waiting on this, I know i took FOREVER lol

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47. “Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything. ”

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Lounge Day

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia 

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic

Word Count: 934 words

Summary: Shouta had made it rather clear how he wanted the day to go, but what fun was that without a chase?

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Shouta barely payed attention to where he was running. There were footsteps thudding behind him, growing ever closer, and he didn’t have time to consider his next course of action. He maneuvered solely based on autopilot, not even daring to glance behind him to check on his pursuer.

Of course, that all proved to be a mistake when Shouta found himself trapped in a dead-end. Why had his auto-pilot drawn him into the kitchen, of all places? Left with nowhere to hide and no ideas left, Shouta flew forward and scrambled up onto the refrigerator with barely a moment to spare. He felt his attacker’s fingers just barely graze the hem of his shirt as he pulled himself up.

Hizashi laughed from the floor. “Shou, come on! Really?”

Shouta grumbled, huddling back in the furthest corner on the fridge. He wished he had his capture scarf on him, then he could use it to fight back or restrain Hizashi while he made another break for it. Unfortunately, Shouta was left feeling bare and bereft in his lounge clothes, having been preparing for a lazy day at home with his husband.

But that person standing in the middle of their kitchen, that was not Shouta’s husband. No, they may have shared the same face, the same body, even the same smell, but that was not Hizashi on the floor.

That was the Tickle Monster.

“Just come down,” Hizashi goaded, reaching out a hand as if offering to help Shouta off the fridge. “I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Liar,” Shouta said.

Hizashi stepped closer to the fridge. “Oh, come on, like you weren’t asking for it. Stretching out your tickle spots all perfectly for me to see, putting your feet in my lap. You’re wearing shorts, Shou-babe.”

A traitorous heat rose to Shouta’s cheeks. Okay, maybe he had been trying to goad Hizashi into it. Maybe he had been trying to tease Hizashi by stretching out just right for his shirt to raise up and show his tummy. Maybe he had worn shorts than conveniently left his sensitive thighs vulnerable. Maybe he had placed his feet in Hizashi’s lap as a taunt, a dare, to do what they both wanted him to do.

But what was the fun in all of that without a good chase to finish things off?

Hizashi sighed. “Hey, Shouta. If I read this wrong, if you really don’t want this, say the word and we’ll go back to our movie, okay? No strings attached, no secret attacks, just cuddles and cookies and a movie we’ll eventually stop paying attention to so we can make out.”

While that didn’t necessarily sound like a bad day in, in fact, it sounded nearly-perfect, it wasn’t what Shouta had in mind for that day. Shouta didn’t move from his place on the fridge, and he resolutely kept his mouth shut.

After a few moments, Hizashi spoke up again, this time his tone far more sly, “Or maybe, the grumpy cat needs to be teased off the fridge and into my tickly arms. What do you say, Shouta?”

Shouta shifted a little where he sat, but he didn’t reply.

“Alright, if we’re not gonna do cuddles and a movie, here’s how I think the day should go. I think I’ll carry you back to the couch and sit you in my lap, and I’ll wrap my arms around you so you can’t get away. And then I’ll make you stay quiet while I tickle you and we watch a movie.

I’ll start at your sides. They’re not the most ticklish, but they definitely get you squirming. And then I’ll trick you into thinking I’m moving up to your ribs, but then my hands will jump down to your knees and I’ll blow little raspberries on your neck--”

Shouta’s face was on fire at this point. His pulse was sky-rocketing and his stomach was filled his anticipatory butterflies. It was embarassing how easily Hizashi could get him into this state. The powerful, stoic Eraserhead, reduced to nothing but a flustered puddle with just a few words.

“Then I’ll just barely tease your thighs with the tips of my fingers, making you so scared that I’m going in for the kill so soon, but I’ll pull back. I’ll spider and skritch up and down your ribs until you’re squealing, but of course I won’t have mercy. Because that’s not what you want, is it, Shou?”

Shouta whimpered, hiding his face. It wasn’t fair how well Hizashi knew him.

“And then I’ll move onto that cute little tummy of yours. It hides all the sweetest giggles, doesn’t it? I’ll make sure to tickle it all over, not one sensitive spot left untouched--”

That was it. Shouta wasn’t going to sit here and listen to Hizashi describe his torment to him when he could be living it. Slowly, carefully, anxiously, Shouta slid off the fridge and onto the floor, standing in front of Hizashi. Hizashi, for his part, looked far too smug.

“Looks like I was right, grumpy cat.”

And apparently, Hizashi wasn’t even going to wait until they were back to the couch. He pulled Shouta into his arms and started scratching at his shoulder blades without any warning, leaving Shouta to clutch frantically at his shirt and smother his laugh in Hizashi’s neck.

“A little taste of the rest of your day, for you,” Hizashi murmured into his ear before placing a gentle kiss there, and even that tickled.

Shouta had really dug his own grave with this one. He couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

#tickle fic #My writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

[annalyticall]

Til Morning Light

Chapter 25: Todoroki: Burning Bridges

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako

Summary:

An Until Dawn-inspired AU that rotates perspectives between Todoroki, Midoriya, Kaminari, Shinsou, Jirou, Momo, Iida, and Uraraka each chapter. This is a joint fic with @ging-ler​ who also did the artwork

Preview:

“H-hold on,” he said, hauling Midoriya’s lax body onto his back. Midoriya himself wasn’t too heavy for Todoroki to lift, but with his sopping wet clothes, as well as Todoroki’s own drenched winter gear, the extra weight bowed Todoroki’s shoulders. Freezing water ran down his arms and legs and pooled inside his white boots. Miserable.

Todoroki equipped his backpack to his chest and started his trek up the hill towards the lodge. Falling snow blinded him, steep slopes slowed him. His boots sloshed with river water and soaked his feet and seeped into his bones. It was like trudging through tar; each despairing step was harder to take than the last.

He watched for the fog of Midoriya’s breath in the corner of his eye. As long as he was still breathing, there was still time.

Todoroki heard a whimper, followed by a whisper in his ear. “S-Shou-t-to?”

“Mid-d-doriya!” The slight sign of consciousness reinvigorated Todoroki’s senses. He continued his lethargic hike as he took a quick glance down at Midoriya’s freckled face resting on his shoulder. His big eyes blinked open - the irises that were once bright shining green were now clouded by dull, forlorn grey. “Are you ok-kay?”

“I s-saw Touya.”

Todoroki stopped.

#todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #tododeku #mha #bnha #til morning light #my fic

[parkheishou]

Muggle books | Hei Shou POV

Chegava até mesmo a ser irônico como, durante a semana quando se via sendo obrigado a se arrastar para as suas aulas Hei conseguia pensar numa porção de coisas que pudesse estar fazendo, mas quando finalmente chegava o final de semana o mesmo não se sentia disposto a fazer nada. Nem mesmo caminhar pelos terrenos da escola, algo que costumava o animar bastante estava fazendo muito efeito em si naquela manhã. Estava mais disposto a passar o restante do dia trancado em seu quarto embrulhado em suas coisas onde não houvesse pessoas o encarando, julgando seu desempenho na última partida de quadribol. Ou talvez isso fosse apenas impressão sua, apenas sabia que por onde passava se sentia desconfortável. Demorou um pouco mais do que costumava fazer para descer para tomar café, encontrando um lugar vazio mais ao canto da mesa, começando imediatamente a se servir de algumas coisas quando o ruido característico anunciou mais uma vez a chegada do correio matinal. Não de surpreendeu nem um pouco quando, juntamente com a coruja da família veio outra mais pomposa, obviamente trazendo alguma carta descontente dos seus avós. No entanto se surpreendeu um pouco ao observar uma coruja, aparentemente nova também pousar diante de si, com um embrulho bem chamativo consigo. —Olá, amiguinha!— sussurrou acariciando de leve o bico da mesma enquanto retirava o pacote, oferecendo uma torrada a mesma, como havia feito as outras duas antes da mesma levantar voo se perdendo entre as várias que voavam pelo salão.

Tornou a desviar sua atenção para o pacote que acabara de pegar da mesma, cada vez mais curioso com o que pudesse estar dentro do mesmo. Não conseguia pensar em ninguém que pudesse lhe dar uma coisa tão... chamativa quanto aquelas. Buscou por algum sinal de identificação do lado de fora, encontrando um bilhete que explicava mais ou menos o que se tratava. Mais para menos do que para mais. Deixava ainda um ar de mistério que fazia apenas com que ele quisesse investigar mais o que tinha em mãos, mas conhecendo o grifano Hei sentiu-se temeroso em abrir qualquer coisa que fosse em cima da mesa pedindo licença aos amigos antes de sair em disparada em direção ao dormitório. Jogou-se sobre a própria cama, sentindo-se aliviado por finalmente ter conseguido alguma desculpa para se afastar da multidão que começava a invadir o salão principal, sentou em sua cama e colocou-se a abrir a caixa. Franziu ligeiramente o cenho, cada vez mais confuso com os objetos que vieram dentro da caixa, imaginando o que Kaien poderia ter na cabeça em enviar aquelas coisas. Estava tudo devidamente embrulhado, precisando assim de alguns instantes para que ele pudesse realmente reconhecer os objetos; sendo ele um livro um tanto quanto peculiar, folhas negras decoradas com algum tipo de material prateado e o que mais lhe intrigara. Um chicote. Juntamente com essas coisas vinha um pedido para que lesse o livro até um trecho especifico.

Cuidadosamente juntou todos os presentes que Kaien tinha lhe enviado, com exceção do livro que tinha em mãos e os colocou no chão ao lado da cama próximo de onde Sook encontrava-se deitado adormecido. Terminando de ajeitar sua cama Hei simplesmente deitou-se de bruços apoiado em seus braços enquanto começava a examinar a capa do livro com mais atenção. Talvez pudesse ter alguma conexão entre as coisas que Kaien havia lhe enviado com a temática do livro; provavelmente sendo essa alguma maneira maluca que o mesmo tivesse encontrado para que ele entrasse no tema. E, como se tratava de ninguém menos que Kaien Jackson Park podia esperar literalmente qualquer tipo de coisa. Bem mais animado com a perspectiva de manter sua mente ocupada, e um pouco distante da derrota que sofrera no último final de semana Hei simplesmente começou a leitura do livro, escolhendo não ler nem a sinopse muito menos o resumo do mesmo atrás da capa. Gostaria de ser surpreendido na medida que avançasse na história. Não ia dizer que estava se sentindo exatamente confortável com a leitura, ainda mais por estar sendo narrada diretamente sob a perspectiva de uma garota, mas passou a observar isso como uma oportunidade de conhecer novas perspectivas. Apenas não esperou que suas perspectivas fossem ser tão... trabalhadas por assim dizer.  A única coisa que o impediu de jogar o livro pela janela, ou correr atrás de Kaien naquele instante; que ja tinha percebido do que realmente se tratava a folha decorada que o mesmo havia lhe presenteado sentindo-se indignado como se o mesmo estivesse sugerindo que ele fosse fazer aquele tipo de coisa , havia sido sua curiosidade. Queria ver até onde aquele livro iria, e por mais que não admitisse estava começando a ficar um pouco envolvido com a história, se perguntando que tipo de final um casal como aqueles poderia ter.  Nem sabia se poderia considerar aqueles dois como um casal. E, mesmo depois de ter passado o trecho que Kaien lhe dissera para que lesse Hei continuou jogado em sua cama, eventualmente jogando-se em diferentes posturas enquanto continuava sua leitura até que tivesse finalmente concluído o mesmo, curioso para saber como seria o desenvolvimento do próximo. Isso, claro seria algo que nunca comentaria com Kaien.

#pov #Muggle books | Hei Shou POV #aresto:pontos

[crushzonebl]

Wulin No.1 Middle School - 武林一中 - PT-BR (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/327760845-wulin-no-1-middle-school-%E6%AD%A6%E6%9E%97%E4%B8%80%E4%B8%AD-pt-br?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ZoneCrushBL&wp_originator=C2gXTrgw3zKL5ldwZRfCzhvB8gj2Wk6wJ%2F8aYZOEJ9fbH60RDOPrtaghVMpFvJuvbzz%2B1SmkZLWvMuAjlQ5mryKW6vs04ejRzgk%2F6sp3jsUSCMqqVUiiXDi4tHakUhg9 Autor: Gu Sanyue - 顾三跃 Status: 100 + 4 extras .. O líder da aliança, Song Zhaolan, trouxe um grupo de artistas marciais para sitiar a seita demoníaca. De repente, toda a aliança e a seita demoníaca passaram a ser os alunos da Classe A e da Classe F. Então, esse grupo de pessoas escalou o muro e foi para o cibercafé, ficou acordado até tarde para ler romances e participou do encontro esportivo com 18 tipos de artes marciais... Os alunos da escola secundária Wulin No. 1 estavam enlouquecendo. Todos os dias, eles tremiam sob a autoridade desses dois chefões. Eles foram pegos no meio dessas duas classes que foram sancionadas com punhos de ferro. Não havia mais patos mandarins no bosque, apenas os dois chefes gritando um com o outro. Finalmente, um dia, Song Zhaolan recebeu a "carta de rendição" do demônio: "Quem disse que o bem e o mal não se misturam? Eu insisto em existir em seu coração!" Aluno da Classe A: O líder da aliança é poderoso, ele realmente capturou a palma da mão direita do diabo com uma mão! Aluno da classe F: O líder tem um bom coração, ele realmente usou a boca para salvar esse canalha! Aluno do BCDE: Você é cego ou deficiente mental? ? ? O mestre de artes marciais que só quer cozinhar shou X O mestre que só quer aprender gong

#comdia #diasmodernos #shounenai #transmigrao #vidaescolar #yaoi #books #wattpad #amwriting

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       m

     thei

     r

    pee

     r

    s,

  That

  disfavor

   the

   y

   ha

   d

   receiv

   e

   d,

   Snippis

   h

   at

   his

  Peers,

   The leader of the seven was

   sy

    mpathet

    ic,

   But

  refused,

   The

    riv

   lea

  backe

  d

  down

 Bowed to the

numerical

advantage,

 But

  it

 was

 no

  t

   o

    v

    e

     r

      ,

    They

     They were trying to get the temple to learn from the

     one of whose

    favor they had

    gained

      that

    It was from

     them older

  more experienced

   than themselves,

     More so than the

      one of

      favored

        They

       conferred

          wi

           th

         th

         e

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      me

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       e

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      team

        of

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         e

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       e

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      chos

        e

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        y

       trav

         el

       ed

        to

       the

     temple

             they

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 just

raided

       old  

      gate

        of

      passag

      e

      That

       they had

      overlooked

        the

       first

       time

      around

    flickered

     the

    ‘Flint

     &

   steel”

   And

    the

  metal

  gate

opened

      But there

      they were

      con

      front

            ed

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         three

      previously

       scorned,

      The

      ‘Flint and

       steel

      fell

      into

      their

     hands during the

    co

     n

    fro

     n

     t

     ,

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   went

 through the

   gate

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   in

   g

   a

  moment to

   re group

  be

   f

   o

   r

  e

  going through the gate

   hot on

   the

    i

    r

   tai

   l,

Adventure 1,

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m

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th

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t

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m

until

one

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c

or

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t

s

h

a

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i

n

g

t

o

stan

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 front

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    f

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  people)

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 get

  tin

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bea

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ng

s

,

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you’re

not

from

a

roun

d

h

er

e

,

”

The shop

owner

 began,

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   l

   un

  latc

  h

  e

  d,

 “ If you’re

   going

    hash

  (among the

   others)

 you’re going to need something a bit more

  fo

  r

 m

f

 i

t

 t

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n

g,“

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M

 ai

 n

lead

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hole

d

u

p

c

loth

e

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have

limited

re

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Founder

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s

Oasi

s,”

For

c

ed,

la

u

gh

te

r,

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are

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   cloth

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  d

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smi

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The

y

w

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r

e

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/

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 sack

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s

t

a

s

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wa

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s

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f

t

di

n

g”

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rd

s

clan

k

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d,

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n

g

o

f

t

h

e

Founder

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a

t

tend

en

c

e,”

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n

y

ru

s

h

i

n

g

b

y

He could see why

M

 i

was bitter

While they were all living in

huts there’s a castle

Ri

g

h

 t

ou

  t

 side

  th

   e

 fron

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doo

r

-

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pin

g

t

o

l

o

o

k

at

the

m,

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run

n

i

n

g

o

f

f

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a

r

i

n

g

s

i

m

i

l

a

r

att

ir

e

t

o

M

i

l

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s

W

i

t

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a

f

e

w

p

a

t

c

h

e

s

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  All

  of

them

  along

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   hi

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 pos

  t,

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Wa

 t

 c

 h

 t

 h

 e

 Pro

 ce

  e

d

i

n

g

s,

All

of

them

except

 for

the

Favour

 ed

Who

 had

 be

  en

s

t

anding

 guar

d

ou

 t

sid

e

,

And

 had

wondered

 of

 f,

being the only

 one not wearing the potato

garb

  Of

som

  e

dis

ti

nc

tio

n,

In the middle of a sea

 of

p

 eo

 p

  l

  e,

  Th

   Riv

    le

  “Today, at 8:03

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       ers

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      Mad

          e

          a

        bridge

       con

        necting

           Our

           City

            The

           outside

           world,”

          At

           ten

           tio

n

directed

 to

 th

  e

br

 i

d

g

e,

no

w

Secur

e

d

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 o

 th

 e

La

 n

 d

 ,

The

Mai

n

lea

d

’s

Hea

r

t,

rac

in

g,

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re

d,

th

e

l

a

s

t,

Of

f,

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        sca

         ven

         g

          er

          s,

           likely

            lik

             e the ones that

             burrow

            e

             d into our

            society,”

              Poste

              r

             s

           Detai

             l

            i

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           t

           h

e

lead

s

Bro

w

n

B

a

c

k

O

 f

hai

r

The sand

Milo had

ruffled into

his

hair

 ~

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d

standing

in

the

shade

of the

post

  .

doin

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  a

good

  bit

   ,

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 hi

 d

e

hi

s

appea

r

an

ce

“If

 an

  y

  o

   n

   e,”

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  ’s,

  Hand already

 u

 p,

“ I

Did

 it!

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Lea

d

lur

ch

in

g

to

g

e

t

hi

m

to

stop,

Only

To

 be

stopped

 by a

  fellow

{female

compatriot,

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      p

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    war

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Drag

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guard

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gre

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we

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return

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wor

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can

hel

p

y

o

u

g

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  Bureau,

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    d

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 ped,

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  ghtly

  nicer

  patches before they

escor

t

e

d

,

forward

in

to

th

e

fo

r

t,

at

night

Going

straight

to the throne room having decide to leave the

“the

Favor

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thei

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ow

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De

vic

e s

Al

lon

g

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 e

 n,

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 a

gian

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po

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w

a

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 r

,

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come up under the

Guild of

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 rs-”

th

e

le

ad

er,

Said

his

(Mai

name,

“It’s

go

 od

  to

 se

  e

 you

   ,

   ”

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foun

  d

som

  e

 on

  e

wh

 o

fav

 o

re

 d

me,

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lea

indi

cat

 ing

th

e

Founder,

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 ne

  ed

 tho

  se

  clips

  b

   a

   ck,”

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 Course

      ,”

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 clang

    ed

    In

  Front

   of

 them,

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  “Halt!”

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   Favor

     ed,”

   stea

    ling

       a

     pail

      of

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       ter

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      shor

        t

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        a

        s

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        Ivo

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        was

       Corne

         r

         e

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       e

      lea

     d

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       k

       i

      n

      th

     e

     m

     bac

       k,

       “I

     Besto

       w

      Yo

       u

    Ambass

      a

       dor

        of

      Guild

         +

         The

         Oa

           r

         sis

         ,

         “

         And

          the

        group of

     two minus

        Ivo

        r

       re

       tur

       n,

       -

Adven

 ture

   2;

A new

te

am,

More

 De

 sert

land

 ,

How

ev

 e

 r

t

h

 i

s

t

i

m

e

Robots

dot

 e

 d the

su

r

fac

e

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d

Peo

p

 le

 in

st

ran

g

e

Devic

e

s

wh

o

mo

 v

  e

  d

   in

  mono

   ton

   e,

   ,

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  com

   pat

    riot

    s

   taken

     by

    th

    e

    ro

    bo

      t

      s,

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 tres

    an

  escap

    e

     d

      Ivor

      lurk

       in

       g

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   al

   ly,

   a

   per

   so

    n

    ,

   o

   n

  th

  e

othe

 r

 -

sid

e

Intr

o

ducing herself is

her

self

 as

“Har

  per,”

  Tak

    in

    g

  th

    e

    m

     t

     o

     a

   ne

    w

 sm

  al

  ler

 o

 a

 si

 s

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   robots

    fol

      lo

    w

     i

     n

     g

 Har

  pe

   r

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    e

    n

  On

   e

   of

  the

   i

   r

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   Free

     d

    with

      a splash of

    wa

      te

      r

     Tak

      in

       g

      a

     pai

      l

    Of

   Wate

    r

  Destro

 y

 in

g

th

e

com

put

e

r

,

Ivor decide to stay

to no one‘s

concern

Har

p

er

Gui

din

g them to the

Nearest

Edge

 to

retriev

e

a

ke

y

of

Direc

  t

Retur

 n

f ro

m

Eld

es

t

an

d

th

e

i

r

Proteg

e

e

One

going

far to the

Ocul

us,

Al

l

Par

t

s

Ass

em

b

le

d

the

y,

retur

n

e

d

Account.