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[intheticklecloset]

helloo:) I hope you're doing well!

Do you think you can do a lee!luck ler!Yami? (if you want to ofc), either like; Luck was feeling down and Yami decided to tickle him, or he wasn't doing good In training.

(I can imagine Yami being a brutal ler tbh, if he pinned someone I doubt they could get away while he teases and tickles people. I feel like to tease and embarrass people he'd use baby talk to tease like; "what? Can't take your wittle tum-tum being tickled?"

SORRY I RANTED, you dont have told do a fic like this btw:) hope you're doing well

TickleTober Day #20: Tickle Monster

Luck and Yami (Black Clover)

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It said a lot about Yami’s strength and speed as a captain that he was able to get Luck into this position in the first place. One may argue that it was luck itself that had something to do with it, but the boy knew better, and everyone knew better, so no one dared to call him out for it.

Luck was too busy shrieking and thrashing to do much of anything else, anyway.

“I’m sohohohohohorry, I’m sohohohohohohorry! Yahahahahahami!”

“Didn’t I tell you to calm the hell down?” Yami grumbled good-naturedly as he pinned the magic knight to the couch, fingers drilling deep into his sensitive sides.

Luck tried and failed once again to twist his way out of there, earning another ticklish squeeze for his efforts. “Gahahahahaha I’m sohohohohohorry!”

“Are you?” Yami chuckled. “You sure kept it up when I was yelling at you to knock it off. I was beginning to think you wanted me to punish you.”

The blonde didn’t protest one way or the other – he just kept squirming and laughing and pushing uselessly at the captain’s broad shoulders.

“Oh? You did? Well then, this isn’t much of a punishment for you, is it? It’s a reward.”

Luck knew from the shift in his boss’ voice what was about to come next, and he squealed and tried wriggling away for real, managing to escape for only a split second before he suddenly found himself face-first in the couch, those dastardly tickling fingers now hooked under his arms.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” he screamed, dissolving into helpless bouts of mirth, legs kicking even after Yami had taken a seat on his backside, tickling him like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE YAMI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Yami smirked. It was unfair how easily he was able to pin Luck in place – it took no effort at all for him to draw the loudest shrieks and peals of hysteria from the lightning mage. The captain would be lying if he said he wasn’t having fun, though. “Heh. Even people who like this kinda thing have a weak spot. Looks like I found yours, huh?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“I dunno. I don’t think you’ve really got it in your head that I need you to chill the hell out for today, Luck…” Yami smiled and grabbed one of Luck’s arms to pry it over his head, ignoring the boy’s giggly pleading as he scratched at his now open armpit.

The blonde wailed and laughed so hard he thought his lungs might give out on him, kicking and begging for mercy, but Yami didn’t let up until he could see that the blonde was truly growing desperate. Then he let him go and ruffled his hair, but he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all Luck.

When it came to tickling, no one could be beat. The captain of the Black Bulls was a downright tickle monster.

But they all loved him for it.

[xtinyslip]

scott’s face was a picture. he was sure of it. “is this -- is this place what i think it is?” had she really brought him to a strip club? perhaps there would have been a time where he would have been... um... somewhat thrilled with this idea but right now? well, he couldn’t shake the feeling that was making his stomach cramp. what was all this? “i’m not sure we should -- should --” of course, he was distracted as he followed her in, taking a seat at the booth she said she had reserved for them. this whole situation had completely taken him off guard and he didn’t know where to look, what to think or even what... what to do. “hope, i... i -- you look...” there wasn’t a word for how good she looked but he was debating whether it should be illegal. he was trying to remind himself that she wasn’t with him anymore, she wasn’t his but... damn it. why did she wear that dress? he was a sucker for that dress? “would you like a drink? i should go do that. a drink would be nice.” did he need space to think? did he need to do something to clear his head? maybe. @lcvenderhcze

[cremeberrys]

WELLFELL, AKINA. ( continued from here. )

it's   one   of   those   depressing   work   days,   where   after   she   spends   it   saving   children   from   the   icu,   she   prefers   having   a   walk   at   the   park   to   clear   her   head   before   coming   home.   sophie's   already   texted   dimitri   that   she'll   be   home   a   little   late   －   &   to   save   some   lasagna   for   her   when   she   arrives.   sophie   glances   up   at   her   phone   &   is   surprised   to   see   a   person   at   the   swing.   she's   not   used   to   people   coming   here;   the   park's   rumored   to   be   haunted.   sophie   approaches   her,   thinking   the   woman   looks   like   she   needs   a   pick   me   up   as   much   as   sophie   does,   &   offers   to   push   her   on   the   swing.   sophie   smiles,   a   little   endeared.   ❛   of   course   not,   ❜   she   assures.   ❛   i'll   be   gentle.   ❜   carefully,   she   pushes   the   woman   on   the   swing   repeatedly,   hoping   that'll   get   a   laugh   out   of   her.   ❛   i'm   sophie,   by   the   way.   what's   your   name?   ❜ @wellfell

[fortunescaling]

@huntiburon continued from here:

He watched her with intent eyes and listened with a keen ear as she spoke. She appeared more level-headed and calculated, than the majority of her comrades, which perhaps made her a bigger threat, too. Despite finding herself in a defeated and vulnerable position, she didn't fret and still held her ground, where most would have broken or resigned. And the will that carried her words hit home in unexpected ways.

But he refused to feel sympathy for her, although he took no delight either in the sight of a woman being imprisoned in such poor conditions.

First, she was a Hollow, a threat to his people's very existence, and one with teeth. Secondly, she was a fool, if she thought she could ever bring peace to a place like Hueco Mundo, in the world as it were, with the sole power of good will.

Deep down, Hollows probably would seek to eradicate Quincy, the same way Shinigami had endeavoured to, did they hold the power. After all both sides were equally lethal to one another.

If he were honest, Jugram had his reserves about allowing them in Silbern and within the army at all, but decisions had been made and orders delivered.

'Yet none of your people seem in a hurry to come to your aid. In fact, most have deserted you to fight with His Majesty. Your comrades appear to understand there can't be peace so long as Shinigami reign freely in this world.' He paused to let the words sink in.

'I'd offer you the same opportunity to join forces, but perhaps do you still think there's more you can achieve in your current position, Tier Harribel?'

[patentyd]

​🇦​. ​🇭​​🇴​​🇹​​🇨​​🇭​​🇳​​🇪​​🇷​ & ​🇨​. ​🇧​​🇴​​🇴​​🇹​​🇭​ ​🇻​​🇮​​🇦​ 🇮​​🇳​​🇨​​🇴​​🇷​​🇷​​🇪​​🇨​​🇹​ ​🇶​​🇺​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​ ​🇬​​🇪​​🇳​​🇪​​🇷​​🇦​​🇹​​🇴​​🇷​. ( ft. @stapcs )

[cassiopeiagarcia]

Continuing from here.

'He is.' If Cass was a cartoon character, her eyes would be bright red, shiny hearts. She loved animals, there was something about them... And cats were just. The cutest. Their little faces, their little paws. 'Oh, but you know that's always my first impulse. The stealing.' She jokes, although... there was some truth in it. She had only become much more of a menace since she landed in the Borderlands. 'I wouldn't want him to get hurt... do animals have visa days?' The question just pops in her head and she lets it out, voicing her concerns, suddenly afraid that they had to take poor Shiya to a game with them.

She sat next to her friend, raising both brows at the mention of physical activity. 'Oh, so you want to gain some guns or...?' She flexes her biceps, as a joke, because she was never one for sports and therefore had... nothing to show off, really. 'Is that your way to get Aguni and Hatter, trying a new tactic now?' She flashes him a teasing, crooked smile, after which she shrugs. 'I'm fine. You know, depends on the day. Getting better. Mood swings and all that. Guess it's to be expected... we're here, after all. Complicated shit.'

@hinataxsunshine

[evan-buck]

9-1-1 8x02 When The Boeing Gets Tough

[hope-ur-ok]

I think @edwardshundredyearoldspunk is gonna love this one

[attentionabundancedisorder]

accidental edit

accidental photo

[vanmarkus]

9-1-1 • S2E15 || S7E04 ↳ based on this post by @honestlyeddie-im-bi

[gemisbored]

these two

again fanart for @queruloustea's fanfic! this time not a specific scene tho

[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[jacky-rubou]

made it a meme :3

fordcore

[mikichko]

what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!) quiz by @/valendyke

thank you so much for the tag @dollsuguru my love 🥰💕 this was super fun

i love this description so much and it kind of tracks considering i cook and bake to show folks that i love them :')

no pressure tags: @buttdumplin @stellewriites @kyletogaz @dwarvenales @glossysoap @pfhwrittes @indigosunsetao3 @femalefemur @sentientcave and anyone who had a caffeinated drink today :)

[arggghhhsstuff]

edwin is stronger than me because if I was dragged back to hell after spending nearly a century there and the boy I have a crush on came for me without hesitation, saw my darkest moments and offered me his hand, held me as I confessed my love to him, compared us to orpheus and eurydice, and I had to act like nothing happened... I'd lose my shit.

[jkvjimin]

(122/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡ for @cosmicdreamgrl 💜