#hello it's fluff time

[lucabyte]

"So what's the weirdest possible first (second) impression Loop could make on the party in postcanon?" "Yeah, that, probably."

+ Bonus

theyre just standing there in direct party order while this happens. normal tuesday.

[eddiesghxst]

eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again

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ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO

18+ — MINORS DNI

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the next morning eddie’s making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, “what’s wrong, baby?”

he just jokingly glares at you and goes, “you destroyed my back, that’s what’s wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, i’m not equipped for this.” he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.

you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, “for what it’s worth, even though you’ve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,” you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.

“don’t have much of a choice, do i? i’ve got a succubus for a girlfriend.”

you hum, “that’s weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasn’t it?”

you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesn’t bother glancing at you as he responds, “not sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.”

you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, “whatever you say, big guy.” you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so you’re facing him, “when you’re done with this, come and i’ll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?”

eddie glances away from his task to look at you, “that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, “is that a threat, musnon?”

eddie let’s out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, “can a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like i’m some harlot,”

you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, “seems like he enjoys it.”

eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, “ow! what was that for?” you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, “for being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.”

and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddie’s poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, you’re paying for his medical bill <3

[feyd-meowtha]

Announcing my Clegan Christmas fic....

Coming to an ao3 account near you this festive season!!!

[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

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Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

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♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

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[bestworstcase]

your point about team rwby being the maidens’ liberators made me think - do you think blake is going to have a special connection to the summer maiden? I noticed that she’s the only one who hasn’t been close to a maiden yet

i think gillian asturias is the summer maiden (and this post is hysterical in hindsight. at the time i wrote it, the full-length v9 epilogue hadn’t been released yet so we’d only seen qrow’s section and about half of winter’s – hence my pausing to lay out the argument for salem going to vale next and making a pretense of hedging my bets on the crown being narratively central in v10. lol)

now! with regard to blake and the summer maiden, the common thinking here seems to mostly run along the lines of “…and that’s why summer maiden ilia,” or the more general speculation that the summer maiden will be a faunus character.

to this i say:

it’s a fallacy to conflate “blake will probably have a strong narrative connection to the summer maiden” with “the summer maiden necessarily is or will be blake’s old friend,” and the argument for ilia being due for maidenhood is quite thin otherwise, and

blake can and does have important narrative connections to characters who aren’t faunus, and it’s a weird to presume that in order for the summer maiden to have a meaningful tie to blake, she must be a faunus herself.

to expand on that first point, let’s consider the personal relationships between each of the maidens so far and ruby / weiss / yang:

pyrrha -> ruby’s friend

cinder -> ruby’s personal enemy

raven -> yang’s estranged mother

penny -> ruby’s friend

winter -> weiss’s beloved sister

the takeaway here – other than that if you’re ruby’s friend and someone offers you to become a maiden you should refuse – is half the relations between maidens and members of team rwby are antagonistic. (raven seems likely to at least try making amends with yang in v10, but as it stands in the narrative right now things between them are very fraught.)

it is just as likely that blake’s narrative connection to the summer maiden might develop through a personal conflict between them, rather than friendship. yes?

and, if i’m right about gill being the summer maiden, well—stop me if you’ve heard this one: a girl with a driving, passionate ambition to uplift her people from the ashes of centuries of conquest and subjugation is radicalized by a boy she loves who pulls them both deeper and deeper into violent, spiteful extremism that ultimately harms the very people they claim to fight for, until he finally crosses a line she can’t accept and she says no i will not.

that’s blake and adam but it’s also gillian and her brother. the difference between them is that blake’s red line was adam glibly revealing that the train heist was actually intended to be a massacre whereas gillian’s was jax stating his intention to commit suicide rather than retreat and live to fight another day; she helped yatsu subdue him specifically to save jax’s life, not because she had a crisis of conscience about their movement.

(there is a certain—really irritating—contingent of CFVY novel readers who project their own dislike of jax onto gill and insist that she turned against him because he demanded she ‘sacrifice her life’ to save him, which 1. he didn’t, he asked her to give him all her aura and then bodily shielded her because he’s physically bigger than she is so this was at worst a “if we’re going down together, i’ll make them go through me first,” 2. if gill only wanted to save her own neck all she had to do was rip her aura out of him and bounce, and 3. she explicitly says that the reason she did what she did is because he’s her brother, she loves him, and she couldn’t let him die.)

the point being, gill is still a radical; her soft betrayal of jax revealed her priorities in that she loves her brother more than The Cause, but in no way did it represent a break from her belief in the cause. if the epilogue is any indication, she’s just as committed to overthrowing shade academy as before. (and i think there’s a real chance that her actions will have improved her relationship with jax to some degree, because he believed she didn’t care about him at all! he thought she only stuck with him because his semblance compelled her to do so! and then gillian exploded his mind by revealing that his semblance straight up doesn’t work on her and she just loves him. which, if the twins are on the same page now, cuts down on the internal tension and likely makes them more dangerous adversaries to the coalition.)

but her history, the way she became like this, is eerily similar to blake’s radicalization in the white fang, and i think blake would certainly be able to piece that together. she’s also by far the member of team rwby i would say is most likely to recognize and relate to the genuine pain at the heart of the crown’s movement—vacuo has suffered.

vacuo wasn’t even a state until the end of the great war. it was a mistrali territory. its people were enslaved and worked to death in a systematic and horrifyingly effective project to extract every last speck of valuable resources from the region, and then even statehood was a slap in the face because they were left to fend for themselves in a barren wasteland whose ecosystem had been completely and utterly destroyed.

the crown is a mirror held up to the white fang; blake is insightful and empathetic enough to realize these similarities and see herself and her past mistakes reflected in gillian, but this time she’s an outsider to the movement—she can’t effect change from within or reclaim the true, important work from the vengeful extremists. so she’s limited in what she can do, practically, even as it’s going to be painfully clear to her that the crown is falling into the same trap adam did.

and at the same time, the new white fang will in all likelihood either be in vacuo or show up to join the coalition in v10, so blake’s part in her own movement, her place in her community, can be directly juxtaposed with her opposition to/empathy for the crown.

v9 sets up for this with blake’s advocacy for the afterans—v7-8 do as well to a lesser extent, because blake is still dealing with the personal fallout of v4-6 and thus is quieter about mantle than say, nora is, but like. blake draws a comparison between her experiences in the white fang and with adam and the moral compromises ironwood starts making after the election. it just seems… pretty clear to me that the narrative has been setting up blake to play a pivotal role in relation to the crown since at least v4 if not earlier, depending on how granular the vacuo outline was during v1-3.

so this is a narrative connection i very much expect blake to have with gillian regardless, but… if gill is the maiden…

well, she’s certainly not trapped inside ozpin’s vault/key maiden paradigm! so in that case what does it look like for a member of team rwby to fulfill this narrative role of liberation? probably something like de-radicalizing her and her brother by convincing them there is a better way forward than their divisive, violent, paranoid ideology. and blake is unquestionably the member of team rwby best equipped to get the ball rolling there.

further, blake’s semblance is a really strong counter to gill’s – that’s true of ruby and weiss as well, because gillian has to touch a person in order to steal aura and so agile, fast opponents are going to be tougher for her in general. but blake has two more things going for her beyond the basic mobility advantage, vis-a-vis making it personal:

the illusionary aspect of blake’s semblance will allow her to create decoys, which is a very powerful tactical advantage against an opponent who really wants to grab her, and

blake’s girlfriend is a hand-to-hand fighter, and an incredibly brave one with an intense protective instinct at that.

clears throat. we all remember yang getting possessed in rwby x jl part 2, yes? and blake clocking it instantly? well.

if blake and gillian are meant to be not just foils but personal adversaries in the vein of ruby and cinder—yang’s gonna get got. agile though she is, as a hand-to-hand combatant yang is unavoidably much more vulnerable to the twins’ contact-based semblances than the rest of her team, her personality will make it very hard for her to play it safe and stay back if it comes to an open fight, and there is nothing the narrative could do to lock in that personal enmity that would be punchier than yang being compromised.

even if gill as a personal adversary to blake isn’t in the cards i expect yang to get got anyway because, let’s be honest: do we really expect crwby to set themselves up with a golden opportunity to do a climactic love-overcomes-mind-control scene with the bees in v10 and then not take it? with how nuts the entire creative team goes for these two? after the climactic battle in ice queendom hingeing on yang being able to free blake from a nightmare with the mere lesser power of unrealized lesbianism? do we reeeally believe they would pass that up? lol.

[ejunkiet]

you know you're in deep when you're opening up all the fics in the character tags of a niche book fandom on ao3

[rookeryyy]

my webfishing art feature is glitched the hake out but we go forth anyway

I LOVE THEM!!! beautiful shapeshiftercore life <3

[goldenworldsabound]

The Shiroe brainrot is real

[nezumeanie]

𐐪𐑂 B a d H a b i t s 𐐪𐑂

no warnings | gn reader | fluff | uh...not proofread __φ(。。)

Shu Itsuki has a few bad habits, including the fact that he doesn’t realize how heart fluttering they can be

❝ Shu hasn’t quite realized it but he’s become attached to you in a strange way. Inadvertently, he’s made you a part of his daily routine, his dreams and ambitions…❞

…and his afternoon cafe runs.

ఌ Though his concentrated face while mulling over his stage designs are heart fluttering, the issue lies (as he would say) with y o u. ‘Ah, is there a hole in your chin? How did you get icing there? You’re this old already how haven’t you learned how to eat properly yet?’ Shu always presses your cheeks between his elegant fingers, takes his napkin, and wipes off the remains of your cinnamon bun while scolding you. His hands feel a little cold but soft and after knowing him for so long you can only hear the warmth in his voice. You can’t help but think it’s a little unfair—he’s already talking to you about something different while your heart is still pounding in your chest.

ఌ His bad habits also follow the both of you out in public. It looks like there’s a brand new craft store across the street from the cafe, though it’s wares look a little cheap it’s still worth a trip inside! You always have to walk a little faster to keep pace with Shu when he spots something interesting, smiling slightly while listening to him talk about how long lasting cashmere can be if you treat your clothing with care. When you can’t fast enough Shu finds himself sighing and grabbing your wrist to make sure you don’t fall behind. ‘It’s important for you to know these things! And you’re walking to slowly! How can you do your job properly if you can’t manage to make it from one end to the other without assistance?’ Because he’s still walking ahead of you, you can safely give him a lovelorn look, why does he hold your wrist but not your hand?

ఌ Possibly his worst habit rears it’s head in the small craft store aisles……besides openly criticizing the fabric and jewelry making supplies for being stiff and unmanageable. There’s many other customers looking for ways to begin their seamster journeys. Too many. Whether Shu is a repellent or you are a magnet—people just won’t stop bumping into you. The thread aisle, the button aisle, the velcro aisle…Shu begins to huff like it was your fault. Placing an arm around your side he pulls you out of the way of another shopper, bumping your shoulders together. ‘Won’t you pay a little more attention?’ As if you could in a situation like this. His soap has just the faintest scent of linen & peonies, even though he smells like laundry in an open field something about it reminds you of star gazing. The only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of his hand around your upper arm keeping you out of “harms way”. It might be a blessing that he has a bad habit of not noticing when he manages to make you feel so flustered. ‘Stand right next to me. Ah, I can’t take you anywhere.’ …..He really has a bad habit of saying that, too.

[agentpheoness]

ieytd lore #6 Two Birds of A Feather Infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 3)

Warnings: Blood, gun violence, canonical death, trauma

The smell of hand sanitizer lingered in the air as Pheoness regained her senses. One of her hands gripped at the fabric of the mattress and the sound of slow beeping was muffled in her ears. As her vision became clearer, it was evident where she was. Bad memories flooded her brain, causing her breathing to become unsteady. She wanted to run and hide, but her broken body wouldn’t let her. She heard the ER’s rhythmic beeps speeding up as she struggled. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…thank goodness you’re alive….” That soothing voice along with a gentle grip on her hand anchored her to reality. She looked at her hand, which was intertwined into a slightly larger one. “I’m right here, agent….” She turns her head toward her Handler, just him being there helped her calm down. Though, he seemed less than alright. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot with small trails running down his cheek. She didn’t care anymore that they were “breaking protocol” and caressed his hand gently with her thumb, the pad of her finger rubbing against his calloused knuckles. “Reginald…W..what happened…?” He smiled softly when he heard her voice “You don’t remember anything from last night?” He responded. Pheoness clutched her head, groaning. “The last thing I remember were setting off those mines.” “Well, it was a long day for you…If I’m being honest, I thought-“ his voice slightly falter, cracking slightly until his voice is a small whimper “Me and Pheonix didn’t think you’d make it.” This only makes her give his hand a gentle squeeze “Hey, I’m okay…just…tell me what happened after..please…you know I love it when you tell stories…”

Reginald’s lips slightly curve upwards “After you left to meet Phoenix, it wasn’t long after the security found out I was from the agency. I came sprinting to the wine cellar and was finally safe with you guys. But…I accidentally led them to you. I didn’t mean to…I…think that you being here, it’s all my fault….” She shushes him while he was rambling “I bet whatever happened wasn’t your fault..now go on…” she couldn’t help it. The smooth sound of his voice, the feel of his skin under hers, maybe affection WAS something she was missing out on all her life. “Well…” Reginald continued “He found you guys and after they found out the door was locked and barred-“ Reginald’s voice slowly fades as she starts to remember, how could she ever forget.

“Just shoot the agent! A-ARE YOU WEARING MY MASK?!” Juniper shouted through the door. Pheoness realized she kept The Fabricator’s mask on “Oh, THIS?!” She mocked him, dangling the mask and making SURE he could see it “Thanks for this and the briefcase, but you’re not getting either of them back.” John Juniper let out a furious grumbled and muttered out “You know what to do…” Without a moments notice, she saw a laser aimed at Pheonix “Pheonix watch out!” She called, but certain he could dodge. He’s smart enough to see the obvious laser pointed at him “What do you mean?” Pheonix asked with a raised eyebrow. She stands corrected. Then she remembered: his eye. He couldn’t see out of his left eye due to their tussle with Gibson. Acting on instinct, she shoved Pheonix out of the way, but as she just made contact with him, she heard the loud BANG of the gunshot followed by the agonizing sound of teared flesh. A breathless gasp escaped her as she looked down. Her beautiful dress was now torn at her stomach with blood gushing down the skirt as her body violently met the cold ground. Reginald’s horrified scream was a deaf ring to her ears, for all she could sense was the pain in her core. She knew if she even moved a little bit, her body would shut down. The only thing other than pain was the feel of Reginald’s warm tears on the sleeve of her arm “Close the hatch!” She faintly heard Pheonix shout before a loud explosion vibrated the floor she was now motionless on. Her heart was slowly pumping, doing anything to keep on beating. Her vision blurred and for a while, her vision was completely stripped from her, so she had to rely on her hearing to sense what was happening, which was extremely hard because all she heard was shrill cries and shouts and the faint pattering of feet. When her vision finally became somewhat clearer, she could faintly make out Reginald’s face, the look of despair shimmering in his tear filled eyes, “A…agent…please…everyone needs you…y-you can’t leave now…” she could faintly hear him beg in a broken voice and it forced burning tears into her eyes. Pheonix was also crying, trying to stifle the blood flow from her with no avail. She could hear their sniffles and soft whimpers and then…

She could hear nothing at all

She saw her dead, bloody body. The lifeless stare in her eyes as her found family clutched her unmoving corpse. “No…No…guys..I’m not dead…I’m right here…I’m coming..” she says, about to touch her body when a firm grip squeezed at her arm “And what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice called out, she looked behind her to see that familiar, faceless silhouette she saw back at the theater “Leave me alone. I want to see my family again. I don’t want them to think I died.” She admitted “And how long are you gonna keep doing this?! What happens till these mortals who aren’t as lucky as you die as well?!” The figure commanded “Listen, I just need a few more tries, the world needs me….I can’t just die…” the figure lets go of her arm “Fine, but you can’t keep doing this…one day I’m bound to obtain you and your mortal friends.” She nodded, hearing one last thing before returning to her mortal body

“Just know you can’t keep running from your problems forever, Alyna.”

“And that’s what happened. Pheonix stayed at your side for a long time but he finally went home.” Reginald’s voice found its way in her mind again as he ended his story. Of course he doesn’t know about that last part, and no one could know about it. Not him, not Pheonix. But she did want to tell him about why she was so scared, so she does. Informing him about her past and why she was so distant to him and Pheonix at first. He listened intently to her, hanging onto every word she said.

“I see…you’re a tough one, yknow that? Stubborn at times, but tough.” He said when she finished, resting his head against their intertwined hands. “I’m just…glad you’re okay…”

“And I’m glad you’re here, mi grùa.”

Reginald melted at the nickname, letting out a soft sigh. The pet names were definitely new, but not unwanted

“Mi Precioso Fénix..”

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[myrosae]

Reader taking care of drunk(?) Bachira

I think i made it GN. alcohol and brief mention of dubcon

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Earlier that day, Bachira had contacted you to join him and a few friends for a Karaoke night. Although you usually would never pass down a chance to spend time with Bachira (or any of the guys, that were as much his friends as they were yours), you were hesitant. You were not in the mood for alcohol at all, and even though you knew none of your friends would ever force you to drink if you didn’t want to, you were worried of being a burden, of dragging the fun down. Instead of dwelling on it alone, you shared your concerns with Bachira, which when thinking back on it might not have been the best idea : he’d always manage to make you forget any concerns you had about yourself and to make you spend time with him, whatever the situation. Your other friends were definitely not simping for you as hard as he was. But you weren’t even a couple (yet).

Bachira did manage to dispel your concerns after a short call. 

“ So, you’re hesitating because you don’t want to drink tonight ?”

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t wanna be a drag.” At that, you heard him scoff through the phone.

“That’s so dumb. Nobody’ll ever think of you as a drag. You’re always so goddamn fun to be around.” He stopped for a second, thinking. “But hey, how about that : you come to the karaoke tonight with your car, you have fun with me - us all night, and then you can drive me home safely, taking care of me !” You could hear his grin. He was unashamed.

“ Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea !” Besides, none of the guys were crazy drinkers, especially not for a karaoke night with friends. Your mission would be to drive a few tipsy friends home. And yes, you were glossing over the fact that Bachira had came up with the idea with only the both of you in mind, not counting your other friends.

“But that won’t be an excuse to drink yourselves away !” He’d heard you counting your other friends as well but didn’t comment on it.

“Of course not, Angel, I wouldn’t wanna bother you too much !” He was teasing you but also sounded sincere. 

And as such, you agreed on this plan. He gave to you the meetup adress and hour. There was a car park right next to the place. Before ending the call, you asked him if he wanted you to come pick him up at his place, a bit excited as you had never been there. Weirdly enough, he refused, not even explaining why. 

“Oh no don’t bother ! Thanks for the offer though <3″

And with that, you both said goodbye and the call ended.

You were the last to arrive to the karaoke place that night. Bachira, Isagi, Nagi and Chigiri were already there. Chigiri was going through the karaoke song selection screen, and the other three were seated and chatting away. As soon as you entered the room, Bachira exclaimed excitedly “There you are !” He got up and dragged you to the sofa, taking your hand. “We were talking about the mass production of super-hero movies and we need your opinion.” He pushed you on the sofa, forcefully sitting you down. “That is sounding too intellectual for you.” “Isagi was explaining it to me !” He was still standing in front of you. You looked up at him and laughed. He was buzzing with excitment. “Alright then, Isagi, grant me your wisdom !” You turned to the man in question. Him and Nagi had a knowing smirk on their faces. You decided to ignore that. 

As the night went on and as the boys were chucking down their drinks, Bachira was getting clingier with you. Bolder. As you were cheering on mainly Chigiri and Isagi who were passing the mic back and forth, Bachira was moving closer and closer to you on the sofa. At first, he would just be leaning over you to speak with Nagi, hand supporting himself across your legs. At the end of the night, he was flat out trying his best to sit on your lap, whining loudly every time you pushed him to the side in a feeble attempt to preserve the few pieces of your mind that weren’t begging you to slam your lips against his pouty ones. He would immediatly climb back up on your legs, laughing loudly at your groans. At least, he was facing Nagi, not you, you thought. 

Yeah, you should’ve tried to not let that thought come through your mind. Because now, you were daydreaming about it. As if having Bachira on your lap was not already enough, you were imagining him, facing you, hands locked around your shoulders, with his big fucking grin, slowly inching closer to your mouth while looking you in the eye... 

“Hey ! Are you listening to me ? You there ? Come back !”

Bachira broke you out of your daydream by taking your cheeks between his hands and dragging your head close to his. You could actually feel his hot breath on you. He was twisting his hips, body still facing Nagi. “Oh C’mon ! Get a room you two ! Poor Nagi is third-wheeling over there!” Chigiri shouted from across the room. “ I feel like I am witnessing a canon event.” Nagi followed. You were bright red and hoping that none of them could see it. Bachira did definitely see it. 

“C’mon, Meguru, let me move a bit, I have to go to the bathroom...”

“Nooooooo ! Don’t abandon me ! What if they hurt me while you’re not there ? You have to protect me !” It took a lot of fighting to get him off of you. He was clinging on to you even when standing up, like a koala. You managed to get him off with the other guy’s help and made your way to the bathroom. 

You used this alone time to compose yourself  and your thoughts: yes, it would be fucking easy to steal your first kiss with Bachira tonight. He was being extra expressive and affectionnate, and you weren’t dumb enough to not get the clue. And you liked him a lot too. You liked him so much. You wanted to kiss him so damn bad. But he was drunk. And you’d rather die than ever feeling like you’ve ever taken advantage of a drunk person. Yes, his advances have always been rather obvious, even when he was not  drunk. But you didn’t want your first move on him to happen when he was not completely in control of himself. And as such, you decided that you would endure his fucking teasing ass for the night. Maybe you’ll invite him over your place in the week, to make up for that. With that, you splashed yourself with water and made your way back to the room.

It was 2AM when the 5 of you decided to end the night. You volunteered to drive home every last one of your friends. Nagi and Chigiri lived fairly close to each other. They managed to write their adress on your GPS and you got them home safely. Bachira, who was sitting in the seat next to you, wished them goodnight cheerfully. You dropped Isagi at his place and he knowingly waved the both of you goodbye from his doorstep. 

You were left with only Bachira, who was behaving surprisingly well since the start of the ride. He did not speak at all aside from wishing goodbye to his friends. He seemed tired, his eyes were drooping. “So, where do you live ?” “Hmmmm...” He smiled at you. You asked him again, once, twice, thrice, getting more worried each time. You were holding his head between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks hoping to ease the blur in his mind. He said he didn’t remember. “Just... take me to your place. You wouldn’t do anything to me, right ?” He was nuzzling his face against your hands. You huffed and put your hands back on the steering wheel. It was probably safer that way. Who knew if he hurt himself while drunk in his house ? Better be safe than sorry, right ? 

You arrived at your house after a 10 minute drive. Bachira had stared at you, eyes half lidded throughout the first half of the ride. When you arrived, he seemed to be sleeping. You parked your car and got out, opening the door to Bachira’s side. He opened his eyes and extended his arms to you.

“Seriously Meguru ?” “Yeah, I can’t stand on my own.” That was probably bullshit, but you didn’t really care. He scooted closer to the end of his seat and you picked him up bridal style. He seemed surprised. He was probably expecting a back ride. “Gotta treat you like the spoiled princess you’re pretending to be, love.” He seemed to be waking up at your words and actions. Your were walking up the stairs to your appartment. “Noooo, you’re supposed to be the princess ! Not me !” He nuzzled closer to you. You were calmer than you thought you would be. “Then you gotta make up for it tomorrow. Can you open the door for me ? The keys are in my hand.” He grabbed your keys and unlocked the door for the both of you. His movements didn’t seem weak to you. He seemed fairly in control. You chuckled to yourself. 

You decided that you would let him sleep in your bed, and you would sleep on your sofa. At your entrance, you put him down so that he could take his shoes off. You took his coat and hanged it. Although he managed to take his shoes off just fine, he immediately leaned his whole weight dramatically against you. “I can’t walk !” He whined. You could indulge him one last time. So you took him in your arms, he giggled and you moved over to your room. You softly dropped him in your bed. 

“Alright, that’s it. I know you’re doing alright Meguru so don’t get all whiny on me. The bathroom is on the left, there is a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. If you need me, i’ll be in the living room. Okay ?” He looked at you with genuine confusion in his eyes. You were still at eye level with him, so he grabbed your head. 

“No, no ! Stay with me ! I still need you ! I’ll- I’ll make room for you in the bed ! I won’t be a nuisance ! I promise !” You chuckled lightly. 

“You’re never a nuisance Meguru. I just don’t want to sleep next to you for the first time when you’re drunk. That wouldn’t sit right with me.” 

“I’m- I’m not drunk !” With that he blowed his breath into your face. And he actually didn’t smell of alcohol one bit. Now that you’re thinking about it, he never ordered a drink from the whole night. You were just too distracted to even notice. He was looking at you, excpectantly waiting for your response.

“So you pretended to be drunk aaaaall night, just to get my attention, you embarrassed me in front of our friends, you hid your adress from me so that you could sleep here and you pretended not to be able to walk ? What a spoiled brat. And you’re even trying to get me to sleep next to you. How shameless.” You were speaking softly, as if you were talking to a sleepy child. His cheeks became red. He tried to stutter an answer. You reached for a streak of hair and put it back behind his ear. He trembled. 

“I indulged in you during the whole night. Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and sleep well. I’ll see you again tomorrow morning and we’re gonna talk about it. Okay ?” He hid his face in your pillow and answered an “okay” back. As you were leaving the room, he called out to you. 

“I- I wanted to - I tried to - I wanted to have a kiss tonight. Can I have a kiss ?” You turned to him.

“No. You will wait. Good night, Meguru.” You could hear him whining as you were closing the door.

The next morning, you woke up with the smell of toast in your nose. Bachira could see you from where he was in the kitchen. He rushed over to you. As you were slowly rising from the depths, he asked you : “I’ve been making you breakfast. Can I have a kiss now ?”. He was grinning. You rubbed your eyes, yawned, and took a look at his puppy eyes. “Only if you apologize for what you did yesterday.” “I’m sorry ! I’ll make it up to you, promise !”. And with that you leaned in against his lips and gave him a peck. He seemed to burst with excitment and followed by kissing you all over your face. You just sat there, appreciating the attack. 

And a few hours later, you and Meguru had officially become a couple.

[cronchy-spectre]

Layla - gumiisharkz

[kittenninja14]

its been like forever since ive gone back to the TLOS fandom XD and I'm honestly surprised and glad that its still alive loll

anyways i was just going back and reading my old TLOS fanfics and dang... i really was on something back then to write that much XD

anywyas if any of yall know me pretty well... Im OBSESSED with the Charming Brothers loll.

Its seriously a crime how there are basically NO fics centered around these bros so I'm just gonna put in my one cent loll

Summary

All throughout Chandler’s life, fate had been his frenemy, so to speak. One moment fate would steal his brother away, like an enemy. And the next, fate would bring Snow White into his life, like a friend. So Chandler decided that his relationship with fate was one of a frenemy. Of course, fate decided to make life a little bit spiced up. To be honest, Chandler had thought that life would go back to normal, but no. Fate had once again decided to surprise him once again. Chandler honestly didn't know what to think about the nervous, strikingly familiar, frog-man. He, much to Chandler’s surprise, was very proper. He spoke and acted with such grace and elegance that Chandler couldn’t compare to, lest he be embarrassed. The odd thing about Froggy (that was the name the frog-man went by) was that he was familiar. Very familiar. OR Chandler's POV during The Wishing Spell

hehe... even tho i wrote this like a year ago... i honestly love this fic soo much lol!! It's honestly one of my fav masterpieces!!

Hope yall enjoy!! <33

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[kanene-yaaay]

I am here if you need

Alternative Title: Little Brothers.

Kanene’s notes: So, in the brazilian dub Ritsu was always calling Shigeo “his lil bro” (probably because he is taller than him sdfghjkjhg) and I kept this nickname on this fanfic because it’s honestly the most adorable thing so just a heads up in the case that is not something that happen in others dubs or on the original. Hope it’s not very confusing!

Warnings: There are rasbperries here and nursery rhymes, but besides that, nothing! Lots of brotherly fluff and angst full of hurt/comfort with Switch!Shigeo and Switch!Ritsu. Around 5.000 words.

[~*~]

(Please consider reading my notes before the fanfic pls ^.^)

Ritsu is his little brother and Shigeo loves him.

Sometimes, everything is simple like that.

He doesn’t think life has ever been different. It’s like waking up to the sunrise every single day. You simply know that the next time you open your eyes, the sun will be there to greet you at the first signals of consciousness.

But he wouldn’t say Ritsu is like the Sun. Actually, he is much more like the Moon. A constant calming presence. Strong. Important. Always there when you need it. He is intelligent and funny and so, so amazing. And popular too, which is only natural. Of course everyone would love him. His little brother is incredible.

Shigeo couldn’t be prouder of him.

This is also a constant in his life when it comes to his brother. Love and pride.

(And fear and jealousy. But they were working on it).

Both feelings have always mingled together, accompanying their hurried steps as they grew up on those hot afternoons spent climbing tall trees and pointing at the caterpillars and bugs they found in their way.

They also followed the brothers as Ritsu went to the hospital to take his vaccines even though he was deadly afraid of needles and shaking the whole ride to the place, tightly holding Mob’s hands as the older one teared up and sniffled in empathy at his sibling’s struggles.

And on the moments they fought and Shigeo would freeze, stop and lock up because he was so afraid of losing control and then Ritsu would appear hours later with two cups of warm tea for them to sip quietly, sitting together with arms pressing on each other as the silence said words they couldn’t ever express.

Also on the way the older one would always keep money in his bag for the days when they stumbled on each other on their way to home so they could make a small detour to the ice cream store and have something nice after a busy day.

Or with how Ritsu would untwist his spoons when Mob lost control, and Shigeo would still remember his bro’s favorite shows as a kid and Ritsu would frown at him when he talked about Reigen but not say anything because he may not trust the guy, but the trusted Shigeo’s choices.

And. And. And.

That is why it was so easy to not be hurt when Ritsu got his powers and he found him in that alley. Because Ritsu was amazing. He was his little brother and Shigeo knew that feelings are a complex, difficult thing to control and when we can’t control them everything becomes terrifying (because you’re hurt) and scaring and pushing people away seems like the only good way to protect yourself. But it was fine. It was fine because Shigeo understood (he had someone who helped him to understand) and now that he understands he could help his brother. He would be there for him. Because he loved him and Ritsu also loved him and nothing in the world could ever change that.

That is why he sometimes laid awake, frozen in his bed in the middle of the night, frightening memories and horrible nightmares of those six hellish months mixing together in an undistinguished way, plaguing his mind and leaving him out of breath, as if there were rocks laying on his chest and a hand squeezing his throat, making his tongue feel like concrete in his dry mouth.

Sometimes he really despises the way that illusion changed him.

It was on one of those nights that Mob decided he couldn’t bear to stay alone in his room any longer.

Walking to the bathroom to wash his face only woke him more, however at least it also decreased the feeling that cotton was filling his brain and made his thoughts stop dragging themselves in the darkest spaces of his mind.

He stopped in front of Ritsus’ door, knocking on it very lightly, anxiety buzzing in his chest non stop. He didn’t care if it seemed childish. His fingers began to pull and fiddle with his pajamas’ shirt. It was nothing, really. Nothing really important. He just... He just... He really needed to look at Ritsu’s eyes right now and see more than indifference or disgust.

Ritsu opened his door. His eyelids were dropping. He was clearly tired, yet very alert even if all his movements were still sluggish from sleep.

And still...

“Lil bro,“ his voice was calm. Patient. Warm. Of course it was. It was Ritsu. What was Mob thinking? He would never... He wouldn’t...

“Something happened?”

Mob shook his head.

Quiet washed over them. Ritsu watched his brother for something and Shigeo kept staring at him because that shine in his eyes showed that he was worried. He was worried but also he wouldn’t pry and the oldest couldn’t put in words how much that alone made him relax.

(Worry was very different from indifference. Or hate. You didn’t worry about someone you didn’t care about. Shigeo held to this thought as if it was the only thing keeping him standing.)

Before he could say anything (his tongue was still so heavy) Ritsu held his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. Shigeo’s hand was sweaty. That couldn’t be comfortable.

He didn’t pull away.

(Ritsu cared.)

“Do you want some tea?”

It was more of a courtesy question than anything, really, since the taller one was already getting the teapot. Still, Shigeo said a tiny sound in agreement and moved to grab their cups either way. He had to let go of his brother's hands for this but it was fine. Because from time to time Ritsu would bump their shoulders together (I am here) or Shigeo would poke his arm to show the night outside their window (I care) and Ritsu would choose one of their favorite blands (I care) and the smell would be all over the kitchen so Mob had to open the window in the most careful and quiet way ever to not wake up their parents and then, since the window was open and they were already there, both would take their time to take a deep breath and stare at the night sky.

(I care. I care. I am here. I love you. I love you. I love you.)

They spent a handful of pieces of time like this before going back to Ritsu’s room, sitting on his futon and watching senseless videos on his phone.

Almost instantly Shigeo felt a head lay on his shoulder and he didn’t need to turn around to know his younger brother would be struggling to keep his eyes open. Therefore he calmly took the phone from his hands and adjusted himself carefully to not disturb the other.

Suddenly, he was nine years old all over again, putting a blanket over him and Ritsu while watching more videos in the middle of the night in secret until his sibling began taking more and more deep, paused breaths, indicating that he had fell asleep and now Mob could move him to lay on his futon without waking him up.

But he wasn’t eight years old anymore and didn’t realize that the nightmares and tea and the warmth and the comfort of having his family so close would make him fall on the hands of the dreamland easier, much before he could even properly adjust the blanket on themselves.

Did he remember to close the window?

(...)

When Shigeo woke up, he was laying on a futon that wasn’t his in his old room. The memories of the last night came back as he moved to sit, rubbing his eyes and yawning and. ah. He forgot to wash their cups last night.

Breakfast was fine, with mom talking and dad laughing and hot, enjoyable food between all of them.

He walked back to his room after he was finished (thankfully it wasn’t a school day) and left his door open due the another set of footsteps following him. It was a sunny day. Dimple must be at Reigen’s if he stayed out until now. Or maybe visiting Teru. It was fine. Today was going to be an okay day.

He turned around when the door closed, still a bit slow with the sleepiness that refused to leave his bones. His gaze found Ritsu’s, he didn’t look as worried as yesterday. That is good.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He almost said ‘no’, the word already on the tip of his tongue. However... he didn’t want Ritsu to feel like he was pushing him away. He wanted to set a good example.

Besides, it all didn’t seem so horrible now that it was day and he wasn’t alone and they had tea and a good, warm breakfast. It felt less unspeakable

“...I had a nightmare.” His brother kept an open face, calm and understanding. “I don’t remember it well. But you helped.” He hugged him, hoping it would say more than just the few words he had. “Thank you.”

“I’m always here for you, lil bro.” Ritsu hugged him back.

They stayed a bit like this.

Ritsu huffed a laugh.

“Huh?”

“Do you remember the thing to cheer us up that dad always did when we were little and ran at him after a bad day?”

Ah. Shigeo did.

“And that you also began to do when I would show up in your room after a nightmare?”

Shigeo experimentally wiggled on the embrace, not being surprised when Ritsu’s arms kept him locked on the hug. Hands began spidering their way on his ribs and suddenly Mob was more than aware that his position wasn’t the best for protection and that he fell in a trap.

And yet, his arms - trembling and shaking with the effort to not shoot downwards and trap the offending hands and wiggling fingers in their attack - were determinately kept firm, still hugging Ritsu close.

This was a family tradition, afterall.

“Do you remember that silly song that dad would always sing when he tickled us?” Of course Shigeo did, afterall, he was the one who first took upon himself to learn and keep that tradition going during his own cheering-up tickle attacks against Ritsu. The same song that pried, amidst his giggly and squeaking protests about ‘how much he despised it’, the biggest and brightest smiles from his younger sibling. “I can’t recall it that well, but you will help me to sing it, right, lil bro?”

Before a single word could come out of his lips, Ritsu focused his tickly attention on his lowest rib, pinching and drumming on a spot right in the middle of it that never failed to fish a loud squeal and scramble his thoughts all over around the place because it tickled, it really tickled so, so much, the sensation spreading all across his torso and making him want to curl in a ball and smile and laugh and laugh and-

Giggles were dancing freely on the air and Mob was nodding his head non stop even before he noticed what he was doing.

“Thank you so much, lil bro!” Any naivety of those words would be lost at the scene of the gigantic, teasy (and yet a tad soft, because that shy, smiley expression on his lil bro's face was so much better than the haunted, exhausted eyes he saw yesterday) smirk on Ritsu’s features. He couldn’t help prodding the spot on both the right and left ribs at the same time only to see Shigeo try to wiggle from one side to another and stop because that made him jump into another tickly finger and then half second later wiggle again because it tickled.

After a few seconds of tormenting he stopped, though, giving his brother a breather, warmth spreading on his chest as he watched Mob use the break to shove his face on his shoulder, little bounces of his own shoulders being the only hint of the quiet titters and yelps that still spilled from his mouth. Ritsu gave his head a couple of fond pats with an amused snort.

He wasn’t finished, however.

“How does the song start, again? It’s been a while since I heard it…”

A huffed chuckle and a hesitant, mumbled sentence was what answered him, and because Ritsu was a little shit, he scribbled the vulnerable, incredibly ticklish neck that Mob’s hiding left unprotected. 

“Sorry,” the playfulness in his voice showed that he was pretty much not sorry at all and would definitely do it again if Shigeo didn’t try to talk louder “can you say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

Giggling giggling giggling.

“...R-round ahahand r-snrk” Shigeo shoved his face even more on his shoulder as Ritsu quickly changed his attack back to his ribs, being mindful to give every single inch of ticklish rib a few scratches and a good prodding before jumping to another. “round thehehe gar-r-rden gohohoes the teddy be-eek!”

Ritsu gave the weak spot on the back of his middle rib a last tickle before having mercy at his older sibling and continuing the song. And, well, if he even mimicked the goofy voice his father always did when he sang it… no one but his brother needed to know. 

“One step.”

He pretended to “walk” in the direction of the unprotected armpits. Mob’s titters became more squeaky, already tipping on a full laughter.

“Two steps.”

He paused for a grand effect, mentally counting to three before unmercifully wiggling and digging his fingers on the target, keeping up his attack even when the older one jolted in the air, an unexpected bark of loud laughter breaking the previous silence and making Shigeo throw his head backwards, arms shooting down a second too late, only trapping the offending, playful tickly digits in their attack as his laughter turned into an unstable mix of squeaks and hiccups.

“And tickle under there.~”

“R-ritsu!” 

The called one just snickered, paying the half heartedly protest no mind, especially since no more words or moves accompanied it. Knowing his brother he would endure a whole hour of goofy nursery rhymes and silly tickles if that meant keeping up the playful moment.

Huff.

Such a softie.

Before his laughter would become more hiccups than anything Ritsu decided to experiment and see if he still knew how to get a few snorts and airy giggles with the next rhyme.

He positioned both of his index fingers on Shigeo's cheeks. 

"Now, how does the second part goes again…?" He pretended to think while swirling his digits on the spot, receiving plenty of puffed snorts as the bright eyes of his brother stared at him, his grin growing bigger at every small skittering. "Round and round…?" He looked at Shigeo expectantly.

"Thehehe hayssstack."

"Right." Then,his voice was back to the singing, goofy tune again, he almost decided to change his attack to tease the shortest's ears but Mob seemed to be having fun. "Round and round the haystack, went the little mouse."

"One step."

Once again he pretended to "walk", now directing the scribbling to the so ticklish neck. 

"Two steps."

Shigeo's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

"And right up in the air."

He feigned going for his chin before changing to squeeze his sides on the last second, fishing a loud high pitched squeal, the belly laughter filling the entire room for a full second before falling to a silent laughter and the usual hiccups. Shigeo's torso weakly wiggled from left to right before he failed limply on Ritsu's arms, still giggling like crazy.

"W-wahahait!"

"Huh? Oh, shoot. That doesn't rhyme,must be something else then. Let me just try again." He stopped, leading his hands to spider over the other's stomach. "One step. Two steps. Into his little house." 

And, as Mob was about to hold his wrists, the tickling came to a stop. And they stayed there, Shigeo giggling out the rest of the giddy feeling buzzing on his nerves and Ritsu chuckling and giving his back a couple of fond pats.

It took some minutes before Shigeo's voice filled the air again.

“I had forgotten about this tradition.” Mob said, honesty and warmth painting every word. “Thank you for reminding me, Ritsu.”

Ritsu smiled. His older sibling was really a big ol softie with a giant melting heart. "I'm always here for you, lil bro."

(...)

After a few weeks, such moment had been almost forgotten, being, instead, kept in a high shelf in Ritus’s mind after his brother’s nightmares became more sparse and their bimester's finals came to pull and throw them in a frenetic pace of clubs, studies and way too much schoolwork for just 24 hours per day.

In fact, that memory only resurfaced after his tests were over, right during that stressing period right after you finished every major thing you had to do, when your body was exhausted from weeks of study and work but you mind was still too full of everything (every exercise every test every record every observation every question and answers and notes and classes and-) to be able to let go of the adrenaline that kept him going and actually relax.

The taller didn’t even realize that Shigeo was in his room until a light touch on his arm broke him from the staring competition he was having with his textbook, wondering if it was worth it to study a subject or two just to make the anxiety gnawing the corner of his mind more bearable. 

"Ritsu?"

"Hm?" He blinked, recovering fast from the unexpected touch. "Do you need something, lil bro?"

(Help with your studies? Help with understanding a confusing equation? A quick run down on the subject of last week? Help with cleaning? With your powers? With work?)

(Was he even worth something if he didn't hel-)

"No. Thank you." The attentive and calm eyes of the older one ere enough to make him let go of the book and stay on the here and now. Ritsu attempted to look patient and open, trying to not show his confusion and internal struggling to the other. He needed to get a hold of himself before he did something stupid again.

"Are you alright, Ritsu?"

The taller one stopped. Blinked one, two, three times before a smile opened in his face.

(It didn't reach his eyes.)

"Of course, lil bro. Why wouldn't I be?" He turned around to put his book in his bag again. Maybe he should start preparing his things for tomorrow.

"Because your tests were only over today and you've been through a stressful week of studies right after working hard during the school's festival, which usually overload the students council with more obligations than the normal amount." 

Ah. That is right. The school festival. Has it been that long already? After a time everything starts mixing up in the same mess. His hands kept organizing his bag even if his breath hitched for a moment too long. Wednesday was when he had math in the first and second period, didn't he? He should probably check his exercise to see if his answers were correct. 

Another light, careful touch on his shoulder made him stop.

"Ritsu, you are always here for me when I need it." Shigeo's tune was calm and light-hearted like it always had been. Like he always had been. Like helping Ritsu was not a chore only natural. "So if you need or want" his gaze became firm then, more determined "I am here for you too. You can trust me."

One blink.

Two blinks. 

Ritsu opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

That was right.

He could trust him, couldn’t he? Shigeo already proved that before, when they…

His lil bro always tried so hard for him. Ritsu could… He could try a bit more for him, as well. 

"I am stressed." The words were low, stumbling out of his lips before he could stop them. Like ripping off a bandaid. "And there isn’t a reason for it anymore. I should try to… relax a bit."

Shigeo nodded and Ritsu scratched the back of his neck in a sudden bout of shyness as the other’s eyes scanned him, understanding.

Shigeo nodded once again.

"OK. That should be a good moment to tell you that I have a message for you, then."

"Really?" A message? That is… not what Ritsu was expecting. But his lil bro was good at breaking and going over expectations. He wondered if it was from someone at the school. "What is it?"

Mob looked at the window behind him, pointing at something. Voice as neutral as ever.

“Oh. What’s that?”

“Huh?” Ritsu turned around, scanning the scenery in search for something strange. It was only when he heard a small sound behind him that his eyes widened and he realized that he fell for the oldest trick in the book.

Arms came and hugged him from behind.

Flashes of memories filled his mind in less than one second. Laughter, wide smiles, giggles, wiggling fingers, surprise attacks. 

“No!”

He would forever deny the way his voice was wobbly, embarrassing high pitched giggles already bubbling on his throat just at knowledge of what would happen, the buzzing feeling of anticipation making him want to kick and squirm around like crazy.

“It’s our cheering up tradition.”

Hands began giving the stomach they were resting on a few experimental pokes, each one of them leaving him wiggling from one side to another like a quite energetic worm. Ritsu could perfectly visualize his brother’s face even without looking at him: the way his eyebrows would be frowned in a concentrated way, curious eyes jumping from the teasing pokes to his reactions in search of what would bring out the brightest smiles or the most wheeziy snicker, just like a musician tuning his instruments.

“It’s not!”

“It’s a family thing.”

“It is really nOT!” In the last part, Ritsu’s voice was taken over by an unintelligible ‘eee’ sound as Mob gave the horribly, unfairly, awfully ticklish spot right under his bellybuton a scratch, legs almost giving out in the need to move and kick and stay and laugh and laugh and laugh.

“I-I’m… n-nohot- snrk. Come on!” He and Shigeo’s hands were caught in a game of cat and mouse for a bit when Ritsu wasn’t able to even start a sentence without having his words captured by pieces of barked laughter and badly muffled chuckles since his brother refused to leave that damn spot alone and it tickled so much. It tickled so, so bad. Shigeo’s ones escaping from his grip (not that it was that strong in the first place) with the skill of someone who tickled him since they were tiny humans and wasn’t about to stop now. The playful wrestling though gave him a breather and a chance to wheeze out his sentence. “I’m not seven anymore, lil bro.”

“Physical activities are a good way to destress and relax.” Mob’s tune was pensative, a light hint of a considerating humming in his voice as Ritsu finally succeeded in getting a hold of his hands, not letting them go even with the light tugs that this resulted. And, well, if a gigantic smile was plastered on his face and a couple of giggles escaped from his lips because of the playful moment, that is nobody’s business.

Besides, it was hard to not let a victorious (and strangely nostalgic. Had this ever happened before?) feeling wash over him as his older brother gave up from trying to free his hands.

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

Ritsu ignored the little sad weight on his chest that wished that it didn’t end so soon. Maybe… Maybe he could turn around and get a bit of a payba-

A big raspberry hit his shoulder blades, right in the middle space that connected both of them, a weak spot that even he had forgotten about. But as it seems, not Shigeo. Or his own body.

The sound that came out from his mouth was more of a screeching than actual laughter. Loud, fast - and not even remotely close from the huffed, quiet reactions from his older brother, - and uncontrollable giggling stumbled right out of his mouth when the maddening and tickly buzzing that made his nerves tingle didn’t go away, the tickling following him no matter how much he squirmed and wiggled around in his attempts to escape it, his hands letting go of Shigeo’s wrists to trash and shake around, totally unable to stop the older as he decided to throw quicker and smaller raspberries around both shoulder blades, fishing plenty of crackling squeals when they slipped and “accidentally” hit the back of his ribs and neck.

They were a shared tickle spot and one of the favorites for Shigeo to tickle, warmth filling his chest at the knowledge that he could make Ritsu happy and smiley with just a few playful tickles.

His hands were now free, though, so he could go back to his original plan.

Shigeo undid the hug, watching with an amused quirk of lips as his sibling clumsy tumbled out of it, frenetic, airy titters still floating in the room as if the tickling had never came to a stop. He waited for Ritsu to turn in his direction, bright, shiny eyes finding his before he slowly - so teasing slowly - lifted his hands, fingers mimicking claws as they clawed the air.

He used to do that all the time as a kid, Ritsu even called it-

“No!” Wide eyes and even a wider smile. Ritsu watched as the older approached with a giddy alarm, adrenaline running on his veins and muscles tensing in preparation to scramble away. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that, it was so childish. “Do. not. No. Not The Claw!”

Mob didn’t stop his approaching steps, only clawing the air fast and faster as he got closer and closer and closer. “Shigeo!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle…”

Just three taunting words and then Ritsu was running away, laughter falling his lips when he managed to dodge from Shigeo and jump over his forgotten bag on the floor, shivers and the ghost feeling of poking fingers on his torso following him at every step, especially when he glanced behind with the corner of his eyes only to see the other one chasing right after him. 

Oh, that is right. He is on the Body Improvement Club, shit, shit, shit-

This was so silly. This was so childish. So stupid and it didn’t make any sense and it was so so fun.

That was the moment he tripped on his futon.

(For some reason, he also was always very bad at running away from the tickles as a kid. Looks like he didn’t outgrow that feature.)

Ritsu didn’t even process the string of protesting nonsense falling freely from his lips as he turned around, a mix of protesting ‘nonono’a and promising ‘don’t you dare!’s as Shigeo sat close to him. Still, his lil bro’s voice, calm and with drops of something a tad playful seemed to echo in the entire room.

“Got you.”

His clawing hands lunged to his belly. Ritsu screeched.

Only for his hands to stop a few inches from the skin, the tip of the finger barely grazing the spot before pulling away.

Ritsu began wheezing, hotness running from his neck to his face, feeling like a little kid facing the tickle monster that was his older brother all over again. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that. He was so- This was so (silly, awful, amazing, soft, playful, amusing, silly, silly, silly) unfair.

A yelp was pried from his mouth when Shigeo again pretended to lounge on his sides. A loud squeal when the clawing hands threatened his ribs. A half snort, half chortle when they gave his hips an experimental squeeze before also moving away.

He was already a mess of squirms and uncontrollable giggles (one of his hands running to try to cover his mouth) when Shigeo decided to take mercy on him and slowly descended his hands to his knees, attacking it with plenty of squeezes and spidering so he wouldn’t get used to the feeling.

The tickling spreading tickly shocks across his entire legs and happily followed him, no matter how much he trashed or kicked around. Loud, bright peals of laughter and squeaky snorts dancing in the air in harmony, no anxious thoughts or stressed feelings filling his mind besides the only one sentence that repeated non stop on his brain and left a happy, comforting feeling on his chest.

‘It tickles. It tickles. It tickles.’

When tears began to run across his cheeks Shigeo decided to stop, carefully rubbing the knees to free them from the remaining sensation of fingers skittering on them. Ritsu threw one of his arms on his eyes, letting all the giggles and wobbly laughter get out of his system, breathing slowly going back to it’s normal pace.

It took a few minutes until he could talk without falling back to the laughing pit.

“That was your message?”

“No. Shou asked me to tell you to meet him at the central shopping mall tomorrow after school.” Mob paused a bit, Ritsu already thinking about how he would say to Shou that his brother was no messenger pigeon and for him to actually use his phone once in a while before having his thoughts cut by the rest of the shorter’s sentence. “But you told me what was wrong. I wanted to help you.”

Oh.

It was soft, the relaxing the silence that fell on them. Literally. Because relaxing made Ritsu let go of his powers (when did he activate them again?) that were keeping them and a handful of objects in his room hoovering in the air, which made all of them have a less than stellar encounter with the floorboards.

But, as both the Kageyamas brothers re-organized the room, two twin sets of fond, content smiles decorating their features, they couldn’t say exactly that they minded the turn of events that happened on that evening.

[thebusytypewriter]

God I wish I could put specific mood music tracks in a fic without doing the A/N thing of "hey listen to this"

All the more reason to practice art so I can do the occasional animatic for things

[snailfen]

hey why is it really easy for me to write fucked up survival horror actually. Where did i get this skill