#banana fish tickling

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How curious.. @wertzunge

Santa asked me to send you a message, anyway, here it goes

"нононО~

Hi, this is Santa Claus!

Since you have been such a well behaved kid, I decided to give you a wonderful

present this year!

You have a special friend that love you just so much, they personally asked me for a

handmade gift ♡

Thank you for being a good person!

Merry Christmas!

XOXO, Santa."

(Max, contact me for a better quality!)

[ticklygiggles]

Big brother | Eiji Okumura & Ash Lynx

A/N: Yet one more fic for generous @wertzunge! Max, I hope you enjoy this and find them in character! Thank you for your big support ☕✨ and, as always, I'm sorry for the wait!

Summary: Eiji thinks he can fool Ash, but he's way too observant!

Words: 3k+

"I’m back! Could someone help me?”

Eiji kicked the door shut behind him and cringed heavily as he remembered that there was no point in taking off his shoes on the doorstep because this bunch of Americans walked all over the house in their street shoes. A terrible situation that no matter what, he couldn't get used to.

Ignoring the prickling sensation on his scalp, Eiji rearranged the heavy paper bags in his arms to prevent the entire grocery from falling out. It was unbelievable how much all these people could eat and none of them bothered to at least accompany him to the store even once.

Not even helping him now, it seemed.

"Ash!" He yelled, his arms shaking as he made his way almost blindly to the kitchen table. How had he managed to get here in one piece?

He dropped the bags on the table with a sigh and turned around, his brow furrowed. Where the hell was everyone? Where was Ash? When Eiji had gone out to the store, Ash was still lying in bed, fast asleep. Would he still be asleep? Or maybe he was just pretending to be asleep so as to not help Eiji, he already knew what he was like and-

"AHAHAHA! N-Noho! Eihihijihihihi! Hehehelp mehehe!"

Eiji's heart jumped in his chest in surprise to suddenly hear his name between laughs. He made sure the bags were safely on the table and walked towards Ash’s room. There were people inside after all, huh? So they were ignoring him? Those little ruffians. Eiji did a lot for all of them, at least they could help him-

"EIHIHIHIHIJIHIHI!" Eiji gasped as he entered Ash's room where all of that loud laughter was coming from. He hadn't expected to find Ash, still in bed with his hair messy and his face slightly pink, tickling Skipper. The poor kid was squirming on his back, laughing out loud as Ash's hands moved from his stomach to his ribs, then to his neck and under his arms and back to repeat the whole process, causing Skipper to shriek with laughter.

The two of them didn't notice Eiji's presence right away and Eiji was grateful because he felt his face getting hot and knew that he was blushing out of his soul. His heart was fluttering in his chest like crazy and in his stomach he felt a tingling sensation that made him clench his toes. He didn't know what to do, paralyzed as he watched the scene; the playful mischief on Ash's face and the intense fondness in his eyes as he made Skipper laugh to tears were making Eiji even more nervous.

Sensing that he should leave, Eiji turned away as discreetly as possible to avoid being noticed, but Ash's reflexes were very sharp and it didn't take long for him to realize that Eiji was there.

"Oh Eji!" Eiji squealed and jumped, immediately turning to face Ash. "What are you doing there? Are you here to help little Skipper?" He asked with a wide smile as his fingers kept jumping from spot to spot to make Skipper laugh.

Eiji swallowed and tried to avoid Ash's eyes as much as he could, which was relatively easy since the boy was only looking at Skipper, perhaps making sure he wasn't being too much for him.

"A-Ah, no. I... I just came back from the market and-

"AHAHAHA! Eihihijihihi, plehehehase! Mahahake hihim stahahap!" Skipper cackled, tears of laughter rolling down the sides of his face.

"Haha, now you want Eiji to help? Weren't you being a little shit while I was asleep? No one will help you, right, Eiji?" Ash looked up at him and Eiji quickly looked away so Ash wouldn't notice the intensity with which he was staring at Ash's fingers playfully digging into the spaces between Skipper's ribs.

"Eiji? What-

"Ahahahaha! Ahahahash, plehehease! I cahahan't!" Distracted by Skipper's hands tapping his arm, Ash turned his attention away from Eiji and Eiji sighed in relief, taking the opportunity to slip out of the room unseen.

His legs felt like sticks, he felt tense and embarrassed to the core and he hated feeling that way. He walked to the kitchen as best as he could and tried to entertain himself by putting away all the groceries and trying to ignore the laughter that came from the room, this time from Ash.

Eiji had always been strangely attracted to tickling and he usually didn't know how to react when he had to witness it. It was a secret that, clearly, he hadn't shared with anyone and he would really appreciate it if no one ever found out, but just like today, he was not able to control his reactions, besides, it had been a long time since he had even thought about it, especially not when he was with Ash.

But it had happened and now he felt a tingling sensation on his sides that made him shudder and clamp his arms tightly to his body. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be in Skipper's place or if he also wanted to join in the fun, either way he really wanted to participate, but of course he wouldn’t and so, he decided to try and forget about it all; ignoring the fact that the laughter made his cheeks turn bright red, that his heart skipped a beat when he heard Skipper yell a hysterical ‘not there!’ and that Ash’s teasing was driving him up the wall with butterflies inside his stomach. 

Their little game lasted only a few more minutes and Eiji took as long as he could to put away the groceries before sneaking off to do other chores to avoid running into a giggly Skipper or a playful Ash, he wasn't sure he could stand either of the two in his current state.

This is how the day passed by without Eiji noticing and when he least expected it, it was time to sleep. He wished everyone a good night and finally laid back on his bed ready to sleep... or so he hoped, but found he simply couldn't fall asleep, the events of the day spinning through his head over and over again, making his cheeks flush again and his heart pound wildly in his chest.

He rolled on the bed and tried to think of other things, but Ash and Skipper's giggles echoed in his head and a goofy smile appeared on his own face; dammit, he really wanted to join them, but it was risky, he couldn't bear the embarrassment if they ever realized how much fun he was having- no. He didn't even want to imagine it.

At some point, between thoughts of himself laughing his head off, he finally fell asleep and luckily (or unfortunately) had a dreamless, but restful night that was interrupted by incessant knocks on his door. He growled deep in his throat, but decided against asking who it was, he felt like he needed perhaps one more hour of sleep. 

“Eiji!” 

Of course it had to be Ash. This kid. Knocking on people’s doors as if life depended on it when he was the number one person to get pissed if you dared to even breathe too close to him when he was sleeping. Eiji shut his eyes, refusing to let Ash know he was awake. 

“Eiji! Are you asleep? Get up!”

More loud knocks and Eiji felt like crying. Was Ash being serious right now?! 

“Eiji, I’m gonna get in,” he said as he was already opening the door. Eiji fought back a gasp. Who told Ash that he could come in?! Eiji relaxed his face as best as he could, trying to even his breathing and keep his body melted into the mattress. “Eiji.” Ash wasn’t even whispering. “Eiji,” he said, startling Eiji when he touched his shoulder. “Eiji, wake up! I’m hungry!” 

Huh?! This kid had no shame! He wanted Eiji to get up just because he was hungry?! Eiji clenched his fist under his pillow and tried not to clench his jaw; maybe if he didn't move Ash would go away and Eiji could get some more slee-

“Huh?! A-Ah! Wahahahait! N-Nohohoho!" 

"Hehe, are you awake now?"

Of all things, of course he had to tickle him! Eiji squirmed and giggled into his pillow as Ash squeezed his sides; he tried to hide his flushed face and his uncoordinated hands tried to stop Ash's, but everytime Eiji was about to catch one of Ash’s hands, Ash would immediately jump to tickle his ribs and Eiji was left confused, not knowing what to do except from laughing his head off. 

"It tihihickles!”

Ash chuckled, fingers digging into Eiji’s bottom ribs, making him shriek and squirm heavily on his bed. “I bet it does, Eiji. I thought this is what you wanted, though?”

Eiji gasped, “WHAHAT?!”

Ash shrugged, his fingers now wiggling against Eiji’s waist, causing him to giggle brightly. “Well, yesterday when I was tickling Skipper, you looked quite flustered and like you really wanted to join us.”

There had been many times where Eiji had felt extremely embarrassed before, but he thought he had never felt as embarrassed as he was feeling right now. He was a fool to think that someone as observant as Ash wouldn’t notice anything the day before. 

“Thahahat’s nohohot truhuhue! Ah! NO! Nohohot thehehere!”

Ash laughed, “it’s not true? Oh, Eiji, I know you better than you think! You really wanted me to tickle you back then, huh? You wanted this, Eiji?” His teasing not only made Eiji’s ears turn bright red, but it also made his heart flutter with excitement. “And what do you mean ‘not there’? Is it your weak spot right here? Under your arms?” 

Eiji shrieked with laughter when fingers nestled under his arms, wiggling and digging into the warmth of his most ticklish spot. His arms clamped tightly to his sides and loud laughter filled the room as he kicked his legs, trying his best to at least roll over his back, but Ash had pressed one of his knees against Eiji's lower back, keeping him trapped and pressed face-first onto the bed. 

It had been so long since the last time Eiji was tickled like this. Actually, he was not sure he had ever been tickled like this before. Even though Ash was only tickling under his arms, he felt the funny sensations spreading throughout his whole body, to the tip of his toes and so his laughter increased in volume and happy tears of laughter clinged to his lashes. 

This was so much fun and yet, he felt the urge to make Ash stop because he knew Ash could tell he was enjoying it and it made him want to hide his head in a hole. 

“Oh, Eiji, are you embarrassed right now? What’s wrong? Are you enjoying your tickles so much?” Ash teased him and Eiji could tell there was no bad intentions in his words, but that didn’t mean it was any less embarrassing. “Can’t you even speak, Eiji? Does it tickle too badly?”

“PLEHEHEASE!” Eiji howled, laughing in nearly hysterics. “I cahahahan’t! I’ll mahahake breheheakfahahahast!”

Ash gasped, his fingers moving faster against the center of Eiji’s armpits. “Ah, so you were awake the whole time but decided to ignore me, huh?! Now you’ll see!”

“AHAHAHASH! I’m sohohohorry!”

“Yes, I’m sure you will after I’m done with you!”

Needless to say, Eiji was tickled until his laughter turned silent and even though he was somehow telling Ash to stop, he was not actually asking him to stop and Ash didn’t lose the chance to tease him some more about it as he tickled his underarms with scary precision and expertise. 

Eiji had fun, though, he would never admit it and he avoided looking at Ash directly in the eye even after he was out of bed in shaky legs and breathing heavily. He avoided looking at him even when he was in the kitchen, making breakfast for this child as Ash talked to him about this and that, surprising him from time to time with a poke or a squeeze to his sides that made Eiji blush, jump and squeak all at the same time, causing Ash to laugh out loud. 

Eiji thought that during the day Ash would eventually forget about the whole thing, but goodness, was he wrong. Eiji was on high alert during the rest of the morning and the whole evening: Ash poking and squeezing his sides when he walked past him, wiggling his fingers under Eiji’s arms when he reached up for something, doing the yolk-thing on Eiji’s knees when they were sat together, blowing into Eiji’s neck and ears- just every little thing he could think of to make Eiji squeak and giggle and blush.

And the teasing; Eiji could barely stand it. Every time he heard Ash teasing him he felt the need to curl into a little ball and hide under his bed. It would fluster him so good that he just wanted to disappear. Anyway, Eiji had endured very well throughout the day, but in the afternoon, when he was lying in bed resting from... well, from Ash, said boy appeared in his room again and before Eiji could escape, he was pinned down on the bed and tickled to pieces. 

"AHAHAHASH!" 

"Yes, Eiji? You want me to tickle your armpits? Of course!"

"NOHOHO! AHAHAHA!"

He wasn't sure how, but Eiji, still cackling, gathered strength from a hidden place within him and started wrestling with Ash. They both tried to pin the other, giggling and growling playfully, but in the end, to their surprise, Eiji was the one pinning Ash's legs. He was sat on Ash's shins and Ash squirmed and jerked, trying to roll on his back to push Eiji off him, but he just couldn't. 

"Eiji, get off! I was just giving you what you wanted!"

Eiji blushed to his ears and he looked back at Ash, "shut it! When did I say so?!" It was painfully obvious that he wanted it, but he still tried to put an act.  "I'm so done with you, Ash. You'll regret being an annoying little rascal!"

"What you mean- ack! N-NOHOHO!" 

Loud laughter immediately filled the room and for a change, it wasn't Eiji's, but Ash's, who was throwing his head back and twisting from side to side while Eiji's fingers scribbled up and down the soles of his feet. 

"How's that, Ash? Having fun?"

"STAHAHAP! Dohohon't!"

Eiji was a little awkward, he could tell so himself, but his tickling still drove Ash up the wall. He skittered his fingernails along Ash's arches, scratching at them gently, but fast, making the pale skin get slightly pink and Ash snorted between his laughter, toes spreading and curling as he wiggled his feet. 

"EHEHEIJIHIHI! It tihihihickles!" 

Eiji snickered, "well, it must be because I am tickling you, don't you think?" Ash banged his fists against the bed and curled and writhed like a fish out of water. "You shouldn't act like a tease when you are this ticklish, Ash. It's not so fun when you are on the receiving end, huh?"

"It ihihihis f-for you- AHAHAHA! N-Nohohoho! Nohohot thehehere!" 

"Not here? Maybe I'll keep tickling you here until you learn to respect your big brother," Eiji said, his fingers wiggling and scribbling against the soft skin under Ash's toes. 

Ash was cackling in hysterics, tears of laughter falling down his rosy cheeks. Eiji didn't know Ash was so ticklish on his feet, but he was thankful he was, otherwise it would have been awkward for him if Ash didn't have any reaction, but there they were, playing like teenagers, and Eiji was having so much fun and he could tell by that clear, honest laugh that Ash was having fun too, but he liked to play though all the time and who was Eiji to stop him?

"Your toes are really ticklish, huh?" Eiji asked, wiggling his fingers in the spaces between Ash toes, making him shriek loudly. "But you're even more ticklish on the balls of your feet," he said, now scraping his blunt nails against the sensitive skin. 

"MY GAHAHAHAD! Eihihijihihi! Stohohop teheheasing and stahahahap tihihickling mehehehe!"

"Maybe if you apologize for being a handful?"

"NEHEHEHEVER!"

Eiji giggles under his breath, shrugging. "Suit yourself, I hope you enjoy your feet being tickled until I get tired."

"N-Nohohoho! Hehehelp!"

"There's no one here to help you, silly Ash."

Or at least that was what Eiji thought until he felt fingers digging into his sides, making him shriek and giggle. 

"S-Skihihihippeheher?!" 

"I'll help you, Ash!"

This little traitor! Wasn't Ash tickling him to tears the day before?! Now he was on Ash's side and was tickling Eiji! Either Eiji was too ticklish or Skipper had lots of experience in tickle fights thanks to Ash, but the poor japanese boy found himself being thrown into the bed as Skipper tickled his ribs. 

"Ahahahash hahahas beheheen an-nohohiying mehehe all dahahay!" Eiji laughed out, trying to catch Skipper's hands. "Why ahahare you hehehelping hihim?!" 

Skipper laughed and Eiji's heart melted in his chest, he sounded just so happy and playful, acting his age. "Because I wanted to tickle you too, big bro!" 

Eiji felt his cheeks burning bright red, he was the big brother and yet there he was laughing his head off by Skipper's fingers. Eiji gasped and he opened one of his eyes to see where Ash was, he shrieked when he found him staring at the scene with a wide smirk. 

Ash chuckled, his cheeks still pink after laughing so much. "What's wrong, big brother? Weren't you trying to teach me a lesson?" He teased and Eiji squirmed, trying to get up from the bed, but Ash was faster and easily got a hold of Eiji's wrists and pulled them up above his head. "Get his armpits!"

"NO! NOHOHO! Plehehease!"

Oh, how amazing it was to forget about everything bad for a moment and enjoy a silly game with the people who were important to you. Even if it meant that this big brother would be tickled to death by these two kids, Eiji couldn't feel lighter and happier, knowing that Ash and Skipper were also having a good time, even if he was laughing his head off, having his worst spot getting wrecked- it wasn't like he cared either way. 

[smilingangel582]

I've been thinking... lot of yall have to see Banana fish... its like the most traumatising and beautiful anime of all time

Plus, I feel so much for Ash... meanwhile, Eji is an adorable ball of sunshine. The two built a nice relationship, so smooth and wonderful. I fell in love.

So, warning spoilers alert unless you watched the whole anime series.

Enjoy 😉 I wanna write lee ash cuz he deserves it! That little cute bastard!

A Lynx's weakness unveiled?

His fingers were typing on the keyboard very swiftly. It was like he was a natural piano player. Eji sat from the bed behind, looking at Ash's weary state. It's clear how he's gotten serious about banana fish, especially when Shorter just...

Closing his eyes, Eji shook such unfavourable thoughts from his mind. He turned to Ash now, deciding to change the topic, but Ash beat him to it. "Oni-chan, you've been staring at me for some time now"

Startled by this, Eji sputtered "I-I wasn't... your too stressed recently so I was concerned"

Ash turned with a smile, suddenly hiding the tension in his face "I'm alright, Oni-chan"

Huffing, Eji realised he shouldn't take the Lynx so lightly. "Gosh, I worry for you, and yet you don't open up to me"

Then Ash got up to stretch to the side. This made Eji curious... he moved to his back, latching to his waist. "You have a strong build, but your waist is so small"

Ash was suddenly shocked by this touch and jolted violently to the side looking at Eji with a surprised expression.

"Whoa...? Are you alright... I didn't hurt you or anything...?"

Ash blushed, looking to the side. "You startled me... so... yeah."

Eji suspiciously knitted his eyebrows, he noticed Ash was embarrassed about something and couldn't help poke him on the stomach.

"O-oi! What did I just...?"

"Ohhh, I see," Eji said brightly. "Your ticklish"

"I'm not... you just -"

"Don't lie, little Lynx" Eji wiggled his fingers bow chasing after Ash who was too unprepared for something like this. He was knocked over by Eji's figure above him now feeling fingers at his sides.

"G-gah! EJI!" Ash yelped and started to squirm under the touch, holding his breath, and Eji was mesmerised."The great Ash Lynx, most wanted man in town, is ridiculously ticklish?"

Eji laughed when Ash let out a stream of threatening giggles. "Yohohou ahahahasshohole! Gehehet ohohoff mehehe!"

"Oh did the kitten just giggle?"

"Noho! I'm nohot tihihicklish!"

"No...? Are you sure~?"

Ash stiffened when Eji stopped by his upper ribs, then felt them crawl up his armpits, which he glued his arms to his sides.

"Mind if I investigate this weakness?"

Ash protested, but they were only shrieks of giggles and laughter uncontrolled. His legs kicked in the air, but he didn't want to hurt Eji. He wanted to shove him and attack him back, but Ash was too weak to tickling. He felt himself too vulnerable to even open his weak spots.

"Gahahaha nohoho motored! AHAHAHAHA YOHOHOU! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE AHAHAHAHA!"

Eji was surprised when Ash almost screamed when his neck was attacked. Eji smirked "This is for all those times you acted like brat!"

"NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE IHIHI AM SOHOHOHORRRYYY!"

He wailed like a child from submission, and Ash was finally released from Eji's wrath.

"Remember Ash, don't mess with your Oni-chan" he winked now helping Ash to the bed who panted and huffed out exhausted moans, his giggles died down a little "Yohour evil big brother"

"Aren't I the best tickle monster..? My kid sister is like you, so cute..."

Ash blushed now, more from the tickling and that comment.

The door opened and Ash noticed Kong and Bones by the door, with a nervous smile "Boss the... um..."

Ash groaned. "Don't tell me they saw..."

Kong said, assuring "But b-boss had a cute laugh!"

Ash growled again like a leopard "Yeah but I won't be when I get my revenge on all of y-ah!"

Ash jumped when Eji poked his side. He blew his finger as if it were a gun. "My glock can defeat Ash Lynx so don't worry"

Ash rolled his eyes but amused "Whatever... let's go and discuss, I got things to tell you all"

Meetings began, and along with that, Ash planned his revenge on Eji and the rest.

[keisobe]

ੈ✦˳ [𝟖:𝟒𝟑 𝐀.𝐌.] ⎯ 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 ⋮ his usual morning routine always starts off by saying he loves you

neteyam always leaves little messages along your path. he knew your routine like it’s written in the back of his hand. first thing you would do was fetch water in the forest and then you would past a particular tree to gather and hunt. he would wake up a lot more earlier than you, quickly equipping himself with his bow and pouch before neteyam eats a banana fruit that left some juice dripping in the corner of his mouth.

he dashes towards the tree you pass by and takes out his hunting knife. dragging the thick stone across the bark, he leaves a message that only you could understand. later on the day, you would come continue along your routine with a woven basket in hand— instantly recognizing that the tree changed in appearance.

coming up to the tree, you dragged your fingers along the engraved indents of neteyam’s message— a fanged smile blooming onto your purple cheeks.

“i’ll be by to say i love you, always and forever.”

among the path, you see neteyam drawing a sharpened arrow towards the glistening river— fishes jumping across the water. watching the feather of his bow tickle his cheek, he killed it with such ease. neteyam turns afterwards, catching your soften eyes immediately. he was waiting for you.

you both walked up to each other, contagious smiles and a soothing aura surrounded the both of you.

“i love you too ‘teyam.” you reached out to cup his face, rubbing off the sweet juice in the corner of his mouth.

neteyam cupped your smaller hand, brushing his lips against your soft palm.

if he could leave thousands of messages all across pandora for you, he would— always and forever.

© 2023 keisobe – please do not copy any of my writing and repost or translate to other sites.

[gaybananabread]

HI HI HI, just noticed that you have ATSV in your fandom list and literally exploded?!???? I’d like to order oranges, bananas and cherries pls!! Ler! Miguel and like Lee!Reader BUT LIKE, the reader is like just a teenager?? Found family trope if you catch my vibe yk

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS, if ya don’t ITS FINEEE BUT YEAH YEAH <333

Fruit(s): Oranges, Bananas, Cherries

This is a pretty fun idea, don’t get many insert requests! I’m pretty sure you meant the reader to be a spider person, so that’s where I went with it. If not, eeeeeh sorry! Never written for Miguel, so I hope he isn’t too crazy OOC in this. Also, since it wasn’t specified, went gender neutral. A tad angsty because it’s been that kinda week. It’s long because I’m a sucker for found family stuff.. Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Ler: Miguel

Summary: You’ve been taking unnecessary risks on missions, trying to show off and impress a certain Spider-Man. It has the opposite effect, only worrying the man and making him question you. After you joke around and play off the danger, he uses a special tactic to make sure you learn your lesson.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Your life was interesting, to say the least. For the past seven months, you had been your universe’s one and only spider person. That…that was hard. Especially when you had nobody to turn to. Trying to stay in school and keep the city safe was easier said than done, and it was still a mouthful. That stress took its toll on you, and it wasn’t pretty. Long story short, you managed to isolate yourself from everyone who cared.

On one particular night, you were fighting a strange villain you’d never seen before. He…kinda looked like he had a fishbowl on his head; his appearance was cartoonish. Called himself Mysterio. The guy kept yelling about his revenge; how Stark, whoever that was, wronged him. Just another crazy guy. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful crazy guy.

He gave you everything he had. Mists, holograms, hallucinations. You were reeling, struggling to stay in the fight. Mysterio prayed on your anxieties, your fears, your past: everything you had been facing. One thing was painfully clear. 

You couldn’t do it alone.

And that’s when your luck turned. A bright flash of orange and red light broke through the green smoke, someone’s booming voice bringing you back to reality. Glowing red webs popped the hologram devices, a blue-and-red suited man landing a hit square in the fish bowl. 

In a few quick strikes, the fight was over. The man caught your attention with his fighting skills and quick thinking. You could tell he was trying to keep Mysterio away from you. When the fight was over, you rushed over to him, trying to get any information from him. 

He looked you over, having LYLA scan your signature. You were…all alone. Everyone you loved had been shoved away. The man related a bit too closely to that…

Before you could come off as completely desperate, he tossed you a watch and waved you towards an open portal. The rest was history.

The man, Miguel O’Hara, took you under his wing. He was a bit temperamental, but it was clear he cared for you. No matter how many stupid mistakes you made, how many anomalies got the drop on you, he was right there. You definitely grew attached, placing him high on your mantle. You wanted to impress him, though that was more difficult than it seemed. Pushing your limits, you gave every mission your all, even if it put you at risk. You were fine. Just needed to do better.

-

Miguel was concerned. No, scratch that, he was worried and downright anxious for your every move. Why were you taking so many unnecessary risks?! He certainly hadn’t taught you that, though a few names came to mind… Regardless, it was a habit you had to drop.

The mission you went on that day was the last straw. It was a low-grade villain, just an average Kraven. Easy catch-and-send; only you didn’t make it easy. 

Kraven had laid all sorts of traps, though thanks to his brightly-colored universe, they were detectable. At least, they would’ve been if you hadn’t rushed in. In your mind, the quicker you captured him, the more impressed Miguel would be. Bursting into action, you didn’t notice the traps and sprung a flash-bang snare. While you managed to dodge the wire, you were dazed and your spider sense was left reeling. Not good.

Struggling to your feet, you shot out webs in every direction, trying to nail him or at least get a sense of where he was. The flash wasn’t good, though if you still caught him, Miguel would at least be a little impressed. A yelp to your left got you what you needed. As you ran to try and web him up, you stepped on a wire; a wire connected to a high-voltage unit. The sound of the electricity hit your ears before the shock itself. 

-

“What were you thinking?”

The dim lighting of Miguel’s office just made everything twice as intimidating. You had gotten a clean bill of health from the med bay, though it didn’t make you feel any better. It felt like you let him down. When you shrugged, he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Malditos adolescentes.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Miguel was far from mad, but he was definitely worried, and yeah, a little annoyed that you kept ignoring your training. Still, he knew showing that would only upset you further. “You going to start talking or sit here in silence a little longer? It’s empanada day, and I’d be happier if you came clean.”

You rubbed your arm, remembering the way your nerves lit up from the trap. It was safe to say you were embarrassed to admit the real reason you rushed. “Uh…felt like I needed a little recharge?” Okay, dumb joke, but it’s how you dealt with stuff. How a lot of spider people dealt with stuff.

He huffed, not appreciating your attempt to play off his concern. “Look kid, I’m gonna tell you how it is. You’ve been rushing missions, over exerting yourself, and making risky calls I’ve never seen from you before. Tell me what’s going on with you. I promise I won’t get mad.” His voice softened at the end, his look shifting to one of concern and worry.

That made you pause. Lying wasn’t going to get you far, and it was really close to lunch… “I…kinda, sorta, maybe wanted to…ya know, i-impress you…” Your voice dropped off at the end as you suddenly found a scuff on the floor incredibly interesting.

“Kid…” Miguel paused, taking a deep breath. “C’mon. You know you don’t have to try and impress me. I just don’t want you making stupid mistakes and getting hurt.” It didn’t take a genius to decipher the look of guilt that went across your face. Miguel thought back to a few weeks ago, when you had gotten a minor side injury. He had bandaged you up and made a rather adorable discovery while doing so. That’d work.

Trying to control his expression, Miguel got closer, sitting beside you on the ledge. Miggy was trying to get better with his people skills, and since he met you,  he was doing good. “Look, burbujita, it’s okay. Get the guilt off your face, try a smile~” 

You understood where he was going with that immediately. You quickly shot out a web, shooting up towards his tall office cieling. He shook his head, a throaty chuckle escaping him before he followed. It was big, but he knew his office better than anyone. Silently, Miguel landed on the cieling, scanning for you.

A place where rebar met the ceiling gave you a place to crouch. You clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to hide any giggles or heavy breaths. Unbeknownst to you, it was the only spot up there like that. He knew exactly where you were.

Miguel crawled over, springing up and grabbing you by the waist. He huffed at your shriek of surprise, carefully dropping back down and sitting you down on one of the ledges. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sitting beside you and pulling you close. If he hadn’t been planning such silly antics, it would’ve been sweet.

Before you could try to shove him off, you felt five clawed fingers on your side. The arm around your shoulders tightened, blocking any escape routes. “M-miguehehehel?!” Tickling was the last thing you expected; maybe yelling or a two-week probation, but that? And he was so smug about it, too.

“You should really laugh more, kid. That sound? Que lindo…” Miguel raked his claws up and down your side, being extra careful not to scratch you. You twisted and squirmed in his grip, but it was solid; you weren’t going anywhere. “Cohohome ohon! Ihi’m sohohory!”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “None of those apologies. Just stop putting yourself at risk, kid. I’m proud of you for just putting the mask on and going out to fight. You don’t need to overdo it.” Your cheeks reddened at the praise, though you blamed it on the silliness. 

Just when you thought he was done, you felt the claws move to your belly; specifically, he started on your navel. Ignoring your squeal of protest, he dug in. “They really need to make these suits thicker, huh? Great for flexibility, though not too good against wiggling fingers.”

You kicked your feet, squealing and laughing like a little kid. Miguel found it adorable. When he first met you, you were stuck in worries and the unpleasantness of life. It was nice to see you just let loose and laugh, even if it was a little unprofessional. 

He caught the redness of your cheeks, deciding to tease you just a bit further. “You’re so red, kid. Should I start calling you cara rosa?” Feeling your face heat up further, you tried to hide it in his chest. He tugged your shoulder, keeping your red face where he could see it. It was cute.

Wanting to hit one more spot before he quit, Miguel moved to claw at your ribs. He climbed up and down your ribcage, trying to get as many happy giggles out of you as he could. “You gonna stop trying to impress me and just do your best?” 

You nodded, thrashing like a worm on a hook. “Yehehes! Ihi prohohomise!” Miguel chuckled, pinching your side one last time before stopping. He rubbed your back, hugging you close and trying to help you settle down. “Was that so hard?” A small laugh escaped him at the look he received. “Alright, alright, I’m done. If you ever feel like that again, just tell me. I’ll help.”

Right as he stopped talking, a small sound made him smile further. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Guess I tired you out, didn’t I? We should go get you some lunch.” He patted your shoulder with a smirk, standing up and walking to the door. You cursed your stomach’s stupid growl before following, reflecting on everything that had happened to you since you got bit. Living with a man who cares about you, working to keep the spider-verse and all the people within it safe. Yeah, not a bad way to live…

[surshica]

NINTENDO SWITCH !

FOURTEEN - you’re so annoying

masterlist <3

AN : enjoy or not (evil emoji) HAHAHAHAH

borders will indicate when it’s time to read the written portion!! + please excuse anything grammatically incorrect and any typos !!

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“CHISHIYA SHUNTARO.” Yn yelled whispered, she was mad at him for having her stress over studying for the test when it got postponed till Tuesday; she was looking around for him when he saw a figure laying down on the couch. She let out a huff, she felt like the big bad wolf. She ended up cracking her knuckles storming over to chishiya whom was peacefully watching banana fish on his TV. “You. Should watch banana fish, its a good anime.” He lifted himself up on his elbows watching the mad women storm her way to him.n

He grinned as he looked at her standing in front of him, “why hello dearest Yn,” “what can i do for you in this fine hour.” The silence was evident but yet it was too funny to chishiya; yn inhaled deeply trying to calm herself down but looking at his stupid cat like smirk made her even more pissed off. She grabbed him by the shirt pushing him back down onto the couch. “You’re so annoying chishiya!” She sprawled over him.

“You know chishiya, it would’ve been nice to know it got postponed a day.” “I could’ve relaxed today and studied tomorrow but you had me over here stressing over a mid-term THAT WAS AAAAAAAH” she was mad enough she couldn’t even think properly. Chishiya’s face was so unemotional besides the grin formed on his lips, it made her want to punch him even more. “Why’d you think that was funny or even a good idea?!” Her right twitched as her grip around his shirt tightened even more. “Like I said it merely slipped my mind.” His grin started to disappear as his lips formed a thin line.

“Slipped my mind..bullshit” she called him out on it rolling her eyes. She was not having any of that bullshit. “You know..I’m starting to think you have a crush on me based on how many times we always get into situations.” He smirked, yn rolled her eyes again. “I dont like you. You’re annoying and you make me annoyed”. Her tone became softer and her breathing calmed down. “You know if you did want a kiss that’s all you had to say” that sentence left chishiya’s smirk made her feel something flutter but it made her upset. “I came here to take my anger out on you because you like to fuck around with me.”

“That sounds rather kinky” he lowed a chuckle, the vibration of the low chuckle , made the small butterflies flutter in her stomach. “What..NO! You know it’s not like that.” Her grip loosened because of the comment he said, a slight blush rushed across her face; she furrowed her eyebrows shaking her head. “Do i know that yn? Do I really know that?” He questioned the mad blushing lady, he propped himself up on his elbows. From any other angle the position they were in would make people jump into conclusions. “You’re like my personal fan,” his grin turned into a small smile inching his face closer to hers. Yn’s lips agaped slightly, opening and closing and opening again. “You’re so annoying chishiya..” it was a breathless like whisper.

“Hmm, you are quite always telling me that” he felt her now calm untensed breathing tickle his skin, his small smile turned into a slightly larger genuine smile. Their eyes never left eachother; chishiya was quiet mesmerized in their gaze. The sunlight gleamed down onto them, it was something that look like it was ripped straight out of a Japanese romance drama. “Chishiya…” her voice was a soft yet sterner whisper, words couldn’t escape his lips but a small hum. Their faces inched closer slowly, their noses and foreheads were slightly touching eachother. Both of their eyes were closed yet in the moment they couldn’t find a place in their heart to stop what could spur in the moment.

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After Yn zoomed out her room with arisu’s keys it took him a moment to process the whole situation, it was like the lagging symbol spinning in his head before he finally realized what happened. His eyes widened before quickly standing up but he ended up getting dizzy and fell back down into the chair. He inhaled before standing up quickly leaving Yn’s room. Entering the living room seeing Mira watching saiki k on the small tv they had.

“Where did yn go?!” Arisu’s breathless voice questioned the calm not concerned Mira, “she left already.” “she looked like she was in a rush” Mira held her hand over her mouth a little giggle escaped her lips. “Motherfucker…” he groaned realizing he is going to have to run after her so she doesn’t destroy his dorm. He quickly put on his shoes looking at the. Unconcerned Mira who was watching all of this go down, “you might want to hurry who knows what they are doing in that dorm as of right now.” Mira shrugged showing her phone to arisu. It was Yn’s tweets and how she was struggling to open his dorms door.

Arisu’s brows furrowed wondering how the fuck she got there so quickly?! The dorm wasnt far but it was that close either. “She’s going to be the death of me” he groaned before closing the door to yn and Mira’s dorm. He started to quickly run after the what was left tracks of yn to his dorm. He kept groaning because he wasnt the most athletic and man he hated yn for having some sort of running spirit now. He really needed to go on the morning runs with usagi. He made it to the floor where their dorm is letting out huffs and puffs.

He couldn’t run anymore so he just decided to speed walk his way to the dorm, he thought he would have to get out his spare key from his pocket but to his surprise the door was open. It was closed but it wasnt locked. He lifted one of his eyebrows grabbing the door handle. The one thing he noticed was that it was quiet..he expected to hear Yn’s yelling since she seemed angry in the tweets. He slowly turned the door handle walking quietly into the dorm closing the door behind him. taking off his shoes he went to the living room and his face turned into pure shock at what he is seeing. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” A screamed like gasp escaped causing yn to jump away from chishiya. Chishiya didnt even budge; his face was still neutral with some slight blush but yn she was red in the face.

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[otomiyaa]

2-Part Fics✨

This is NOT me opening requests, but I'm really curious to try my hand at maybe 1 or a few of those fics like in Fabi's Public's Choice Event where the readers can vote for how the fic continues 👀

But even though I'll be pairing-picking myself based on my own desired self-indulgence, the fics will need a reader or two to finish, and there are SO many things to choose from, so... poll time!

**Obviously they will be tickle fics so vote with that in mind :3

**Feel free to comment / send asks to specify, but please know I might just use them for study, without answering them! :) I'll let the results of the poll guide me into choosing what I want to write.

[fourthavecafe]

۶ৎ REQUEST ARE OPEN ۶ৎ

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requesting rules 👇🏻 ⋆𐙚₊♡

I write for

jujutsu kaisen

love and deepspace

hunter x hunter

I can also write for

(but won’t be as in character bc it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read/watched it)

Sebastian (black butler)

blue lock

banana fish

mystic messenger

twighlight

Death note

no,6

The boys

Rezero

Harry Potter

Avatar the last air bender

Mo dao zu shi

Heavens official blessing

Bjalex

Painter of the night

The ghost nocturne

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my rules

remember this is a tickle blog

you choose the scenario of the story and I’ll write it out,if you don’t give a proper scenario and just tell me “x character tickling you” then I’ll just write a basic ticking story,so please be mindful and tell me what you want !!

I do character x reader

(but can do character x character depending on who it is just ask me)

reader is the lee in my stories

but in character x character x fics you can choose who’s the Lee/ler

[otomiyaa]

SHORTER BABY!!!!😍

A friend of mine rrrreeeeeaaaalllllyyyy wanted some Shorter tickle fanart- and yeah Shorter is amazing in Banana Fish. TT

I've been experimenting with using new brushes and I think I found my favorite one yay

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[ticklishraspberries]

As someone who can turn their ticklishness on-and-off, I totally relate to/understand that recent headcanon post you made! This community is so enthusiastic about characters who are extremely ticklish, the kind that giggle and squirm at the smallest touch, and it sucks when you really aren't like that. If I don't feel 100% comfortable, my body just turns off being ticklish, and it sucks! Sorry to vent, but all of this to say, do you have any characters you headcanon to be like this? Thanks! :)

anon, i completely agree with you!! this happens to me all the time and it's so frustrating, i have gone like months without being ticklish and as someone whose relationship is so full of tickling, it was genuinely a hard time for me. i'm sorry this happens to you as well, but know you aren't alone!! here are some characters that i think probably have the ability to "turn-off" being ticklish, whether they would see it as a blessing or not (also, if i've ever headcanoned these characters as super ticklish, shhh that never happened, there are two wolves inside me)

tw: mentions of canon-typical trauma for the specific characters, not detailed or graphic though!!

aaron hotchner, derek morgan, and emily prentiss (criminal minds) - i think that just...being trained to endure the physical and mental toll of their job, specifically these 3 members of the b.a.u. have the ability to just...shut things out, physically. i think each of their unique traumas and backstories can support the idea and i could be more detailed about this in the future if anyone cares, lol.

ash lynx (banana fish) - it's very clear in canon that ash is very familiar with the concept of just...completely dissociating from your body as a coping mechanism, and i think tickling is something that blends with other unwanted touch. i think that if he is around someone he feels safe and comfortable with (cough eiji cough) he would be capable of letting his guard down, but it's mostly just instinct.

astarion (baldur's gate 3) - this man has learned to use his body as a weapon, and having physical weaknesses just doesn't mesh well with that. no one really ever...tried, not in hundreds of years, but when people touch him, it feels numb, detached, rehearsed. just like how he canonically doesn't know how to accept hugs, i think he would be so surprised if someone tried to tickle him, he'd just go rigid.

finnick odair, katniss everdeen, johanna mason, peeta mellark (the hunger games) - i think you could make this argument for any survivor of the games, because...they are all so traumatized, i can't imagine that they experience physical sensation the same was as other people, after all of the pain and discomfort they've been put through, the injuries they've sustained. realistically, i think all of them would either be completely not ticklish, or their instinct when tickled would be to freak out.

inej ghafa and kaz brekker (six of crows) - this one hurts to admit and i will never stop writing about them both being ticklish, but...let's be real here. both of them are so traumatized when it comes to the specific concept of physical touch, kaz literally has a phobia of skin-to-skin contanct, if you tried to tickle him, i think he would probably throw up and then murder you. inej shuts down at unwanted touch, she "disappears" as i believe she calls it in the books (aka dissociates) and i think that it would take a lot of trust and healing for either of them to even realize they were ticklish let alone allow it to happen.

levi ackerman (attack on titan) - this man has literally suffered so many injuries, i have to imagine his nervous system is just completely shot. i will still write about him being super ticklish, because it's my party and i'll do what i want to, but like...let's be real. i can't imagine him even reacting to a minor injury, like he's bleeding profusely and everyone is like "omg captain are you ok!?!?!" and he didn't even notice he was hurt and just starts stitching it up. like, he doesn't feel things. it would take a loooot to get him to relax enough to react to tickling, i think, lol. probably liquor.

[mikomikomadness]

No ✨ quick 🏃‍♀ head 💆 in 📅🔚 my 😗 bed, 🛌 I 🤬 can't 💃 have 🈶 that 💯😐 I 🎧 want 🕑👍 that ➡️ long ⛄ neck, 👢😫 not 🧐🤭 talking 💬 giraffe 🦒 neck 💕🥺💖👑 Ain't 🙅‍♂️ no 🚭 laying down ⏬👇🔽🔽👇👇 man 👦 we ⚡ 'bout 👆 to have 🤲 late 🕛 fun 😗 I'm 🤯 'bout 📢 to make 💘 your 👈 balls ⚾ stick 🏒 up 🦃👆 like 👍 space 🌝 buns 🍑🍑🍑🍑 Want 😍 your 👉 dick 😈 soaked? Place 😍🏆 it down 📉 my 👨🍆 throat 👏 Tongue 💯😋 tickle 🤗 yo' 🎶 dick 🤢🤢🤢 but 🍑 not 🚯 telling 😍 a joke 😂😂😂😂😂😂 Peddle in 👇 this pussy, 🐱🐱 that's 😐🔕 how 💯💯 you 👉 rock 👨‍🎤 a boat ⛴ It get 🉐 live 👦🏻👰🏾👉🏻 in 👊 this pussy, 🍑 I'm 😈 not 😮 talking 💬 Periscope In 1️⃣4️⃣9️⃣2️⃣ the sheets 👨🏻📲 I 🙈💁 am 👏 a bully 💔🏿 Give 🗽 more 🍆🍆 head 💆 than 🤢 a hoodie Every 💯 time 😌🕒 you 👈 make 👸📓 me 😢 cum 💦 it look 👀🔍 just 🏼🤔 like 😄👍 vanilla 🍦 pudding 🍮 Sit 🧘‍♂️ on 🔛 yo' 🤡 face 👦🏻 all 💯 day 🚨 until 🕛🍆 you 👈 say, 😩 "Bae 💏 it hurt 😭 me" 🙋‍♀️🤙 Then 😯 I 👨 turn 🔄 around 🔃 and give 😱 the dick 👅 more ➕➕➕ kisses 💕 than 🙅 Hershey's Yo' 🎶 dick 🎅🏿 brick hard 🍆💪 like 🌂 a medal 🥈 (Uhh) 😒 I 😊 got 📷 three 🕒 holes 👂 for 🙌 it like 💜 a pretzel 🥨 (Uhmm) Tight 🍥 as a virgin, 😵 boy, 👦😫 don't 🚫 get 1️⃣0️⃣ nervous 😨 (Tight) 👊 I'm 💆‍♀️ here 🈁🈁 to serve 💁 you 😍👉 customer 😡 service 📳 (Right?) 📷 I 🏼 save 🦎 dick 🏻😝 by 😆 giving 🤲 it CPR I 👥 save 👨‍💼 dick 😂🍆 by 😓 giving 🤲 it CPR (Yes) 😷 Put 🙋🏼 my 🕴🏻 mouth 💋💋 on 🔛 it like 😜 CPR Let's 👍 make 💘 porn 🍑🍆💦 and watch ⌚ it on 🔛 VCR 🙈 I 🤢 think 🤔 we 👌👦 should 👫 fuck 🐢 up 👌 in ��� every 👖 zip code 😤 It would 😩👪 make 👏 my 👆 pussy 😸 wetter than 💉 a fishbowl (Wet) 🌊 Pussy 🍬 a kitty 🐱 cat, 😼 I 😀 pet 🐹 it like 😄 a pet 🐈😫 (Pet) 🐹 I 🍾 fuck 🖕👉 doggy style 💈 so much 🔳 I 😊 need 👏👏 to go ❤️ to the vet (Pet) 🐰 Hotbox? More ➕ like 👍 a scorching pussy 🍑💯 Open 😃 this coochie 🍑 up 🍅 like 🐌 a fortune 💰 cookie 🍪 Yo' 💦 banana 🍌 in 🔗 my 👀👨💯🤔 mouth, 👄🦷 watch 👀 my 👈 tongue 😜 go 🦗 ape 🐒 Yo' 😎 dick 🍆💦💦😩 getting 🍀🉐 more 🦎 blows than 😻 a birthday 💐 cake 🎂 When ⏰ I'm 👏 near 😯 it, no 🚫 I 👥 don't 🥳🥳🥳 fear 😱 it Licking on 🔛 that 😻 penis 🎄 like 😜👋 a letter 📩 when 💕 I 😐 seal 🤐 it Today 🌽 way 😤✋ wetter than 👩‍❤️‍👨📈 my 🧚 past 💦 slob And if you 🏻😛 unemployed I 👥 can 💦💦 give 👉 you 😊 a ass 🍑 job 😊 Pussy 🍂🐱 already 💕 wet 🌊🌊 don't 🙈😡 need 👉 no 😑 lube 🤤🥴 ointment Dick 📅 twisting 🔁🔁 in 📥 my 🤷👈 stomach 😂🤣 like 💖 food 🍩 poisonin’ That's 🦎 how ❔❔ you 😀💛💃🏿🙊 know 💭💭 when ⏰🍑 you 👉🏻 hit 👋🏼 the spot 🦒 I'll 💰 make 💘👼🏼🌌 your 🚹 pants 👖 unzip more ➕ than 👩‍❤️‍👨📈 Ziploc Yo' ❗ dick 🍄🍆🌭 brick hard 🍆 like 👍 a medal 🥉 (Uhh) 😒 I 👩🏻 got 👀 three 🎨 holes 👂 for 📓🔞🎁 it like 👌 a pretzel 🥨 (Uhmm) Tight 👊 as a virgin, 🇻🇮🇻🇮🇻🇮 boy, 👋 don't 🚫👎 get 🉐🉐🉐🍊🉐 nervous 😰😰 (Tight) 👊 I'm 🥺 here 📍 to serve 💁 you 🦎 customer 🐖😋 service 😁 (Right) ▶ I 👥 save 🦎 dick 🍌😍💦 by 😓 giving 👸👸 it CPR I 😊 save 🦎 dick 🍆🍆 by 😈 giving 🤲 it CPR (Yes) ✅ Put 🚮 my 🐕 mouth 👄 on 📝🔛 it like 😄 CPR Let's 🥺 make 💘👨‍⚕️ porn 🍑🍆💦 and watch 👀 it on 📲👏 VCR 😩 Anything 💦 goes 🎆 when 🍑 you 👉 up 🐢 in 4️⃣ my 🌊🌙 hole 🙀 Dirty panties 🩲 from 💥 the sex, 🍆 yeah ❤️ I 🙋 got 🍸 me 😎🤙 some 🍌 loads Listen, 👂 I'm 💘 the most 👉 explicit Long 📏 stick 😶📏 inside 💠 my 😳🗽 river 🚣 but 🍑 we 😊 not 😖 going 🥥 fishing 🚣 Know 🤔 what 😦 to do 😷 every 💯🔞 time 🕧🕚🕓⌛ you 👈 have ✊ a horrible 😝 day 🥺😩👿😰 I'll 💪 eat ✨ that 🦃😐 sausage 🌭 all 🧨 day 🍆🍆🎊🎊 like 💚 it's Memorial Day 👛 I'm 👈 talking 💬 barbecue sauce 🍅🍅🌭👅 and mustard on 🏽🏽 it And the mayonnaise comes 🚶🏻‍♂️ when 🍆🍑⏰ you 👉 bust 🤯😵 right 📐 on 👍😳 it Name 📛 anything 💰 freaky 😈 and you 😢👈 know 🦎 I'm 💘 'bout 🤩 the shit 😡 Only 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👦👩‍👦👨‍👦👩‍👦 time ⌚⏰ I'm 💆🏼 not 🙅‍♀️ on 🔛 the dick 🍆🍆 is when 🤷 I'm 💰👀 'bout 👆 to shit 💩💩 Pubic 🍆 hairs all 🏾💯 in 🏼 my 👏 mouth, 💋💋😍😍 not 🚫🙅 again 😘😟 So when 💬 I 👁️‍🗨️ suck 👄👅😏 yo' 🎶❗ dick 🍆 now 💦🚽 I 💭🏿 use 😏 bobby pins Who 👿 need 👉 a gym 💪 when ⏰ you 🕺 got 🉐 dick 🍆🍆 to work 🔨😭 you 😦 out? 🐜 I ℹ️ℹ️ want 🌛 my 😖🙂 face 👩😷 to lose 😏 weight 🏋️‍♂️ so stroke 🐩 my 👇👑 mouth 💋 And any 📨 time 🕒 my 👈👈 pussy 😼 wanna 😯 be 🍆 hairy 💇💙✊ like 😍 Harry 🍆🎅🏿 Potter Becky with the good 🙅‍♂️ hair 💇 is what 😦😂 you 😣👉 could 🤔🤔 call 📞 her 👩 Let's 🙆 get 🕴🏽 it

Hell...

Hell yeah...? :D

[star--anon]

normally I write sad things but there's enough sad in my life right now so have some Silly Boys Cooking

Thomas helps Frypan cook.

Gally watches them. Once a Builder, always a Builder, and he's constantly just walking about Paradise, scrutinizing each design for a way to improve it. He studies Frypan and Thomas' movements and interactions with each appliance, scribbling down notes like a maniac.

So far, he has:

rounded all corners of the counters and tables created a scrappy but workable induction stove because the fire of gas stoves made Minho uneasy built out an intrusion in the kitchen wall so the fridge slots into them and not jut out like an obstacle somehow managed to make nonstick pans

(that last one is specifically because Frypan once made a few younger kids cry when he violently cussed at the 6th egg to get stuck)

Thomas helps Frypan cook because he needs something to do with his hands, and because Gally and Frypan always hang out while cooking and he wants to be close to them. After the Trials, it's really difficult to ever feel safe. He's convinced that at any moment, he'll walk through a door/tent and find the Rat Man surrounded by the hanging bodies of the Immunes. So he sticks close.

Andif he can make himself useful while keeping his friends in sight? Win-win.

also because cooking is actually really fun and he's only burned himself twice!

on a slightly darker note, it's also a form of control. There are some ups and downs, but with some practice, Thomas can mostly control the outcome of his dishes. Control. It's a word Trial-Thomas would've laughed at. He couldn't even control his own body. But here he is now, making near-perfect omelets.

Frypan gives anyone who helps out with cooking a free pass from doing the dishes. Anyone who litters is automatically assigned dish-cleaning duty. He's very big on littering, and has contributed a lot to the design of trash cans.

He keeps nagging Gally for the secret of that Fire Drink, to which the Builder throws his pencil at him.

Frypan is also the first one to notice Minho's aversion to fire, and he gives lots of advice on how to avoid and treat them. He's got this funky, fish-smelling goop that helps get rid of burn scarring, which Minho uses religiously.

Thomas (who he shares a tent with) has never complained about the smell, although he does mysteriously disappear from the tent for hours every time Minho applies it.

He also has this massive book where he writes down each recipe he comes up with. It's full of little doodles and side notes and new additions in the margins. Brenda comes by at least twice a week to draw little pictures of what the final result should look like.

(Brenda and Frypan have also tried creating dyes and pigments so they can color in the drawings because almost nobody in Paradise understands what "golden brown" means in a cake apparently.)

Minho used to sit on the fridge before Gally made it so that the fridge slotted into the wall Now he sits on the countertop, and Thomas has gotten so used to it that he just puts plates on his lap.

Before, Minho's "job" was to open the fridge door and grab any ingredients Frypan needed. Now, sitting on the countertop, he's Mr. Conversationalist

as much as being together helps, it's also an aching reminder of all the Gladers they lost. Newt, Alby, Zart, Winston...

Thomas can't tell if it's worse to bear the guilt of not even knowing the names of half the Gladers that died, or being close to and grieving over lost friends.

Minho's not one for humor or laughs, but a Leader's gotta Leader, so he's up on the counter cracking joke after joke, tapping on Gally's shoulder then ducking behind a chair, blowing air into Frypan's face when the guy isn't look, using cattails to tickle the back of Thomas' neck...

He'd slip on a banana peel if they had one

Gally's ruined a lot of sketches from laughing and jerking the pencil around

and nobody says it out loud, or at least not to his face, but seeing him slowly become more laid back, regain his sarcastic humor, and get more comfortable around other Immunes was like tonic. Years of being in the Trials did nothing but harden him, turning his sarcasm into cynicism.

He's also slowly stopped flinching each time Frypan fires up the gas stove. He once made himself scrambled eggs on the induction stove. It was the best scrambled eggs he's ever eaten. Garnished with one massive Fuck You to WCKD

[monagotjailed]

No quick head in my bed, I can't have that I want that long neck, not talking giraffe neck Ain't no laying down, man, we 'bout to have late fun I'm 'bout to make your balls stick up like space buns

Want your dick soaked? Place it down my throat Tongue tickle yo' dick but not telling a joke Peddle in this pussy, that's how you rock a boat It get live in this pussy, I'm not talking Periscope

In the sheets, I am a bully, give more head than a hoodie Every time you make me cum, it look just like vanilla pudding Sit on yo' face all day until you say, "Bae, it hurt me" Then I turn around and give the dick more kisses than Hershey's

Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh) I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm) Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight) I'm here to serve you customer service (right?) I save dick by giving it CPR I save dick by giving it CPR (yes) Put my mouth on it like CPR Let's make porn and watch it on VCR

I think we should fuck up in every zip code It would make my pussy wetter than a fishbowl (wet) Pussy a kitty cat, I pet it like a pet (pet) I fuck doggy style so much I need to go to the vet (pet) Hotbox? More like a scorching pussy Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie Yo' banana in my mouth, watch my tongue go ape Yo' dick getting more blows than a birthday cake

When I'm near it, no, I don't fear it Licking on that penis like a letter when I seal it Today way wetter than my past slob And if you unemployed, I can give you a ass job Pussy already wet don't need no lube ointment Dick twisting in my stomach like food poisonin' That's how you know when you hit the spot I'll make your pants unzip more than Ziploc

Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh) I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm) Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight) I'm here to serve you customer service (right) I save dick by giving it CPR I save dick by giving it CPR (yes) Put my mouth on it like CPR Let's make porn and watch it on VCR

Anything goes when you up in my hole Dirty panties from the sex, yeah, I got me some loads Listen, I'm the most explicit Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing Know what to do every time you have a horrible day I'll eat that sausage all day like it's Memorial Day (yeah) I'm talking barbecue sauce and mustard on it And the mayonnaise comes when you bust right on it

Name anything freaky and you know I'm 'bout the shit Only time I'm not on the dick is when I'm 'bout to shit Pubic hairs all in my mouth, not again So when I suck yo' dick now, I use bobby pins Who need a gym when you got dick to work you out? I want my face to lose weight so stroke my mouth And any time my pussy wanna be hairy like Harry Potter Becky with the good hair is what you could call her Let's get it

A little faster A little more Right there Give it to me now (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

i love her she’s actually peak but none of u wanna talk abt that

[pvffinsdaisies]

Random and specific questions to help develop your OC :)

What is your character’s favourite colour of highlighter to use?

Does your character know their exact height?

If your character were a Beyoncé song, which Beyoncé song would they be?

Is your character more partial to a gonk or to a gnome?

How many ABBA vinyls does your character own? If the answer is 0, fix that mistake immediately.

Could your character go on a 10 hour long rant about the importance of a hairbrush?

Which Olympic (or Paralympic) sport (past or present. Winter or summer) has your character never heard of before?

If they were a mr man character would they be mr grumpy or mr tickle? No other answers accepted.

Does your character own any moomin mugs? Do they plan to get one or more?

Has your character ever owned a “Pink Sands” scented candle?

Does you character use hand lotion every single day?

In 5 words or less, what are your character’s opinions on ikea?

Is your character’s mother currently in possession of a bucket hat?

What do you mean you’ve never considered whether or not your character’s mother has a bucket hat?

Has your character ever visited Canada? If they live in Canada, have they ever visited Poland?

How many Hindu gods can they name off the top of their head?

What is your muse’s favourite Taylor Swift era?

Has your character ever locked themself in the bathroom and cried whilst listening to any song from Eurovision 2016?

Does your character own a highland cow? If yes, what is it called? If no, what would they call a highland cow if they had one?

Has your character ever been on tumblr? If they have I feel so very sorry for them.

What is the 5th option that comes up when you search “Barbie” & your characters birth year. Do you feel as though this barbie resonates with your character?

How many times have they streamed “22” by Taylor Swift in the past month?

Is your character from the city of “Tromsø” in Norway? Would they ever move there?

Do they prefer red or green apples?

How do they pronounce scone? Do they pronounce it the correct way (rhyming with “bone”) or are they a heathen who pronounces it like it rhymes with “gone”

Does your character believe in life after love?

Does your character believe that Pierce Brosnan’s singing improved the Mamma Mia film or make it worse?

Which Bratz doll is your character’s favourite?

What do your character’s slippers look like?

As a form of torture, your character is forced to read a 900 page book of their most despised genre, what genre are they reading?

Has your character ever performed a dramatic and soulful duet of “Breaking Free” from high school musical with their best friend?

Is your character more of a slug or a snail? Neither is not an option.

Does your character actually know all of the phonetic alphabet? Do they use it?

Does your character prefer the sims 2, the sims 3 or the sims 4?

Has your character ever crocheted or knitted a tiny Loch Ness Monster?

Does your character prefer to write with black or blue ink?

Is your character’s favourite African flag that of seychelles? If not they need better taste.

Has your character ever competed in the Commonwealth Games?

Has your character visited the county Pyeongchang in the last 5 years?

Does your character find the concept of pineapple on pizza more or less horrific than the concept of banana on pizza?

Is your character an avid listener of the Rolling Stones?

What is the most embarrassing song your character has cried to?

Does your character have strong opinions on eggs? Please do not share them if they do.

Is your character good at telling their left from their right?

Has your character ever owned exactly 3 gold fish at the same time?

[catharusustulatus]

Random Steve Harrington headcanons I have:

He was cool and aloof as King Steve, but he’s always been and still is a self-assured, leaps before he looks, takes life in strides, try anything once type of guy. He likes to think he’s changed a lot, but he isn’t a dweller. He ate a worm on a dare in seventh grade and thought, not bad. Then he moved on.

When he realizes he’s bi he “figures it out” because he didn’t want to not know what kissing a guy (besides Tommy, who was his first kiss) felt like, and then didn’t hate it, and it’s that simple. He’s a flirty, romantic, horny guy and when he figured out he could seemingly double the amount of dates and kinds of orgasms he could have? He brought an ice cream cake to work to celebrate, which Robin laughed about (over ice cream cake).

His middle name is Thomas. Tommy’s middle name is Steven. They used to joke about that, how they were “two sides of the same coin.” He still has Tommy’s baseball glove in his closet shoebox of trinkets and important items - he never had the heart to return it after their fight. But he thinks about Tommy all the time. About if he’s changed.

Other items in his closet shoebox: his Scoops Ahoy name tag, his pressed penny from his field trip to Chicago in fourth grade, his stuffed rabbit, Polaroids of Robin, asleep with a marker mustache, Robin, holding a fish she caught with Lucas, Robin, flipping him off while prank calling the donut shop, Dustin with his eyelids flipped up, Dustin when his new tooth finally came in, Max on her bike with a big smile, Lucas and Erica at Erica’s lemonade stand this past spring, his camera, his first photo strip with Nancy, his first note to Nancy (not delivered because he spelled beautiful incorrectly) his favorite photo of Nancy, waving from her doorway - that one was taken by Jonathan. A note from Jonathan. Max’s letter. Two dice, some playing cards, Robin’s cootie catcher she made for him when he was sick and bored last winter. All his prized possessions.

When he was seven his dad dislocated his arm. He lied and told everyone he fell. His dad never touched him again, but his dad also never really looked at him again either.

He loves German chocolate and carrot cake, and Dustin makes fun of him every birthday for his “old man palette.” But he and Mrs. Henderson still bake him a cake every year.

His favorite mole on his body is the one by his belly button, because that’s the one his mom used to tickle.

His obsession with stripes goes beyond polos. His striped wallpaper is still up, on only one side of his room (Robin made him take the other walls down, said his room was too like a cage), but his bedding is striped too. He also has a striped shower curtain. He loves stripes :-)

His favorite color is green, like the trees by the quarry in spring. His second favorite color is “Robin’s egg blue” which he didn’t believe was a real color until Robin showed him at the library. He likes it because it’s Robin, but also because he secretly loves his mom’s turquoise ring she always leaves on her nightstand.

He read Of Mice and Men in one sitting, and cried for three days afterwards.

He knows all the lyrics to Queen’s discography. But his favorite artist is Springsteen.

He doesn’t smoke weed for a long time after Starcourt. He doesn’t drink either. The first time he’s able to smoke without panicking is when Argyle gifts him a roll of Palm Tree Delights for his birthday, and graciously smokes them with him.

Sometimes he showers just to cry.

Robin has seen him fully naked and vice versa. Sometimes he pees when she’s in the shower at his house (he has better shampoo and water pressure).

When he can’t sleep, he thinks of all the people he loves. What they look like, their favorite things, what he loves about them, until he dozes off.

He loves peanut butter and jelly but also sometimes when he wants a sandwich he eats butter between two slices of banana bread. Everyone else is disgusted but he swears by it.

He keeps his car so nice because he has a feeling it will be the only thing he truly gets to keep from his father.

He loves blowing gum bubbles. His favorite gum is the Archie comics one, Bazooka. Guess he should have figured he was bi, he always loved Jughead.

These days, when he thinks of his loved ones to sleep, he thinks about Eddie, too.

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

The sun is rising and Bal Fell is just as Sotha Sil remembers it. The little island sits like a tower unto itself in the centre of the Ald Sotha lagoon, a cluster of stilt-perched wooden huts clustered like the polyps of a fringing reef on the skirts of a ruined Aldmeri tower. An understory of corkbulb and kanet grows in the shadows of those huts and their boardwalks, still cool from the night even as the civilization above it catches the first vivid rays of the sun. The sky above is as blue as an opal, the town is already lively with fishermen departing and fishermen returning, cooking-fires are being kindled, the air is thick with the brine of dried fish and the sweet nectar of mangoes and the stench of kelp, and for a moment, there, it all feels like home.

Sotha Sil does not make for the bustle on the boardwalks. He goes instead to the space beneath the huts, ducking under a low stairway and emerging into the world of wooden pillars and sand beneath the causeway. All around him boards creak sonorously, settling into the new warmth of the day; the first whispers of a sea-breeze tickle the heads of the corkbulb. The tide is in, and clear water wells up around the legs of the huts, producing glistening little rivulets that reach back towards the sea. Bright red crabs with banana-coloured claws flee from his every footstep.

Odd, he feels like he knows where he's going. He played down here too, once, a sickly boy struggling to clamber through the underworld, calling after the other village kids. He'd cast his first successful levitation spell to free himself from the soupy sand. Does he know where he's going, then? Yes, of course-- all the children of Bal Fell play down here-- and sure enough, there she is.

The netchiman's wife, too, is exactly as Sotha Sil remembers her. She's crouching on the balls of her feet by a corkbulb, wrist-deep in a puddle, babbling to herself as she sifts the muck.

"One, two." Sotha Sil hears her mumbling, as he draws closer. "One, two, Altadoon… crabby crab, hand a sword, sword's a hand, your swords are hands, sera crab…" She's nearly singing it, in the childish drawl that very young girls tend to have, rocking her head rhythmically back and forth all the while. "Sera crab, you've got a mace for hands, one, two, altadoon, mate with a mace, one, two… have you caught one, Seht?"

He's standing behind her and she's turned to look at him. If she stood upright she would not even reach his waist. Her face is smeared with dirt, her white hair is tangled and hangs down to her stick-thin biceps, she wears only a tunic of tattered rags, but her eyes are so golden they seem to glow.

Sotha Sil kneels beside her. His robes are soaked through at the knees immediately, the wet sand giving beneath him; he pays this no mind. "Should I be trying to catch them?"

She ignores him. She turns her gaze back to her puddle of sand, plunges both hands deep into the quagmire. Plumes of sediment churn up around her tiny forearms.

"You know me," observes Sotha Sil.

"Mm-hmmmm," she hums. "Brother Seht."

"Brother-Sister Vehk."

"No…"

Sotha Sil eases himself back to sitting on his artificial heels. Corkbulb grazes his palms, wetness seeps up towards his thighs, and overhead, on the edge of a balcony, a woman is hanging fish out to dry. The netchiman's wife hasn't looked at him again.

"What are you looking for?" Sotha Sil asks.

"Something you've lost," replies the netchiman's wife. "Are you looking for it too?"

"No, I'm just visiting. Why are you searching for something I've lost?"

"Because you need it." She speaks in the matter-of-fact way that very young and very confident children speak. "Because the world will end if you don't have it."

"And was is it I've lost?"

"The plot."

It's all Sotha Sil can do not to laugh. The joke is so candid, and so Vivec, and said so unlike a joke. He presses his hand to his mouth briefly, then rests his hands on his knees and leans forwards. "Well, that does sound important," he says patiently. "Shall I help you search?"

And the netchiman's wife looks up at him. "Yes," she says gravely, "You must."

The tide has not shifted from its perch and the sun has not moved in the sky. The shadows beneath the huts remain cool, the sand slate-smooth, and in amongst the bushy corkbulb and wiry tangles of beach-weed, the bright red crabs with banana-coloured claws stand out like little jewels.

This is a favourite game of all who grow up in South Vvardenfell, a game that Sotha Sil has not played in a long time; he finds, to his surprise, that he's retained his skill, that long-dormant instincts snap to life and guide his hands.

Within minutes he's caught himself a crab. Pinching it by its larger claw, he proffers it to the netchiman's wife, and asks:

"Will this suffice?"

She looks at it, her honey-coloured eyes huge and baleful. She wrinkles her tiny nose and answers seriously:

"No!"

Few blades cut deeper than a child's scorn. Sotha Sil drops his crab and wipes his hand upon his robe.

"It's no good," the netchiman's wife scolds him. "You need one with meat, and scales, and teeth, and a tail, or it will never be a plot."

"And wings?" asks Sotha Sil.

"Yes," she says firmly, "Every plot must have wings. It's got to have wings to do its job."

Behind her, the sun sits low in the sky; the dawn hangs suspended like a held breath, spilling gold over everything. The water pooling in the wet sand glitters in place.

"Is that what you're looking for, Vivec?" Sotha Sil asks softly. "A dragon?"

"Vivec left," says the netchiman's wife, looking down at her puddle. "He came here but he's gone now."

"Is he looking for the plot?"

"No. He's seeking Lord Bal in Lyg. He's turning into my father. He's dancing on the lagoon and he's playing in Ald Sotha. He's getting married, too." The netchiman's wife stills her arms in the sand. "I'm helping him."

"How are you helping him? By finding a plot?"

"He needs a lot of help. He hates weddings. I don't. I don't mind being married."

"So... You're to be married on his behalf?"

"He's getting married to you, Seht."

The dawn is stagnant, oozing its splendid colours-- gold, silver, the most fragile blue-- and the netchiman's wife is looking up at him with the gentlest judgement he's ever been faced with.

He is not a brave man. He tears his gaze away from the child. "We're fixing Time," he tries to explain, staring hard at the salt-crusted underside of a shack. "The Dragon broke, but the Dunmer should not need care about dragons. We are their gods-- why can we not fix time? I'm going to find a way to fix it, very soon. You-- he won't have to endure this much longer."

He's not a brave man, so he looks back to her, then, imploring. Her eyes are wide and perplexed, her head cocked to the side. "Fix it?"

"I have an idea for a machine that will make time flow linearly. But I need-- certain concepts, and certain parts from the Dwemer, and a mechanism I played with as a young child."

"You're building a dragon?" she asks with wonder.

"Not quite. I plan to use gears to force linear time… it's complicated."

She looks down at her hands in the mud. "You won't help me, then," she murmurs. "Will you."

That omnipresent dawn is growing unbearable, too much colour spilling fiery vermilion over a city that was-- is, will be-- engulfed in flames. Even their shadowy haven is silver and pure, the mid-summer haven as precious as he remembers it. Only the child that Vivec once was seems dirtied here.

He is not a brave man; Sotha Sil closes his eyes.

"Forgive me," he says through his teeth, "But I cannot stay. I must fix this, I-- I am sorry."

And when he looks again he is in the Temple, and time is breaking into blacks and whites around them, and Almalexia is by his side, muttering prophecy, her face buried in her hands.