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Joel Dealing with Wife: The Duck Dilemma, Resolved

Joel Miller x F! Reader

not necessary to read but here's Part 1

Summary: Joel explores new ways to get the Ducks out of the Miller house once and for all

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When Joel wakes up, there's a blurred yellow fuzz thing—a fucking duck—standing on his chest, staring down its brown and yellow stained bill right along his own snout and directly into his soul.

"Dinner," he grunts with a sneer.

The little duckie utters an unbothered quack and hops off to the side. If only to its death over the cliff of his bedside edge. Only not so, for Sarah, who's standing by his side of the bed, scoops her up safely in her careful grasp. She leans on her tip toes and kisses Daddy on the cheek, and then holds the duck expectedly to his face with her big beady round baby eyes.

He grits his teeth, his chest grumbling with contained annoyance.

His daughter, the light of his fucking life, only leans closer to him, Duckie held high with expectant gleam. Letting out a quick sigh, he makes quick work to peck its fluffy little self on the forehead.

And one by one, he does so for all 6 ducklings she raises up to his lips carefully. He’s kissed more duck heads than he’s ever wanted to in his whole life now.

She sets the last one down on the floor and walks away, a trail of 6 duckies following her with their aide to side waddles.

How she and you came up with the names Eenie Meenie Miney, Pickles, Pringles, and Presto, he will never ask. They all look exactly the same but somehow Sarah can tell them apart.

Although, Sarah has called them EE, MEE, My, Picole, Pingle, Pwesto.

God Bless her.

“This one is Pringles—no wait that’s… that’s uh. Eenie? Wait Meenie?” You’re holding three in your arms, lifting them closely, trying to find the identifiable marks you’ve used as cheat sheet to remember them. Failing miserably.

“Pwesto!” Sarah clarifies, stomping her foot and taking her baby duck back into her arms. They always nibble at her ear lobes, causing the little child to erupt into giggles.

“She’s making it up, I swear. She doesn’t know which ones are which…” you whisper to Joel.

“Just admit you can’t keep track of your hoard of children you keep bringing into this house.”

You frown. “I want 12 more kids from you. So lift your skirt and get to baby stuffing,” you say snakily, slapping his ass.

He sips his coffee with massive bags under his eyes as two ducks sit on top of the stove.

Some thoughts, albeit as brilliant as they are, would get him sent straight to hell. Like the one swimming in his brain at the opportunity right now.

He glances to the left, then right, then slowly reaches for the gas igniting knob along the stove top. Directly below the unsuspecting ducklings…

Threatening growls come from the floor below. He rolls his eyes and backs off with his hand in the air to show retreat, as fearsome Mommy number 2 (3?) Spoon here comes to save the day.

“Ya used to be on my side, lady,” he hums to the dog.

And it’s true. Spoon didn’t know how to react at first. She went from single pet baby sitting a little girl to being swarmed by 6 freaky little two footed flap flaps, the weirdest looking puppies she’s ever seen. When they crowded and yapped incessantly around her, she kept picking her feet up and backing up to avoid them, but they all just kept coming at all angles all over. At one point from sheer curiosity, she hesitantly puts one in her mouth.

Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs and pointed to Spoon accusingly.

"Yes good Spoon! That's good girl!" Joel claps quietly. He knows you two wouldn’t blame innocent Spoon if she accidentally ate a duck or half dozen.

Unfortunately, Spoon does not like the sensation of the duck eating out her extra snack crumbs sitting in her teeth, instantly spitting the little guy out like a bowling ball. She jumps on the couch to avoid the rest, and they all flail helplessly trying to reach her.

By the next day, Joel prayed maybe Spoon decided she wanted a late night duck-goulash and had swallowed his 6 new problems. Instead, you found the ducks nested tightly against Spoon’s body, sleeping into her heated belly like her own little babies. "Cmon girl not you too,” Joel says, but Spoon growls at him when he tries to take them away. She doesn't mind when they yap and tap, just lies down with them peddling all over her body and head, sighing in defeat.

"Did we just make Spoon a mom of 6 overnight?”

Duck Duty has taken over the house 24/7.

When Joel goes to the shower, pulling back the curtain, there's duckies paddling in the tub.

He has to empty his shoes before stepping in them because, lo and behold, a damn duck is in there.

There’s more frozen pea bags in the freezer specifically labeled for each duck than he can fit his pizza pockets in there.

“THATS IT!” He barks loudly when you and Sarah are tucking the ducks in his bed sheets for a movie night.

You all, including Spoon and all the duckies, go quiet and look up.

Except, instead of finishing a statement, that is it. Joel storms out of the room the next moment, leaving you all sitting speechless.

Two seconds later you turn on the TV and all eyes focus on the screen to resume your movie night like normal.

Joel disappears in the garage for 3 days. You called Tommy asking if he was going to work, but Tommy told you he had called to let everyone know he would be unattainable for the weekend. Absolutely NO ONE was to disturb him. You could hear sparks and saw blades flying in the garage, heavy banging and all kinds of construction going on. Maybe you should be a little concerned. He hasn’t done anything else but this.

You rub your hands together, braving the knock on the garage door. Maybe you had gone too far with the ducks. Was he preparing to build himself a new house to live away from you all? A death trap for the ducks to fall into?

A new wife???

You tighten your ass cheeks and raise your knuckles.

The door swings open before you can pound. A sweaty, dirty, musky, saw dust covered Joel Miller, with messy slick hair, flannel and low hanging jeans complete with his decades old tool belt greeted you with gritted teeth.

“S’done,” he says plainly.

“W-what’s done?”

He takes your hand and leads you out. “Sarah! Ducks! Fall in!”

Sarah hops off her chair that she was braiding her doll’s hair. As she follows behind you, all 6 quickly growing Duckies follow behind her like a pre-school hand holding chain.

You all round out the now empty garage and towards the backyard gate. He opens it and shoves forward.

Part of the backyard and side of the house has been transformed into a Duck Oasis Paradise. A custom built duck house with heating lamps, fresh bedding and smoothed wood adorn the area, with a water fountain and splash pad of fresh water constantly rippling their own little Duckie pond/pool. Each duck has its own feeding station, and even custom bed slots with “Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Pickles, Pringles, Presto” hand painted for their own bunks. There’s a raised mini bed for Sarah to lie in with a canopy so they can cuddle and watch projector movies outside. Joel had even installed a side door that leads into the garage if absolutely need be they MUST come inside once again. Everything is painted to Sarah’s princess house liking, and she is able to sit inside the and play around the area while it maintains its Duck-necessities.

As if she had just met the real Santa Clause, Sarah screeches excitedly and runs around with the ducks to explore their new home.

Joel’s hands are on his hips, smirking proudly at your reaction.

Your mouth is on the floor. When the FUCK?? HOW the fuck??

“You thought I was gonna cook em’ didn’t ya?” He boasts.

“I —wushhshh pshhh—N--ta—nmmm-pshhh.” You don’t have words to try to deny it.

“Ah huh.” He points to his cheek … well, cheekily. “C’mere and give it ta me.”

Inserted, you grip his face, turn him to face you, and plant your entire mouth on his, swallowing his lips and his entire body if you could.

He grins and kisses you back.

“When are you going to put this much effort into putting another baby in me?” You tease while curling his hair.

He’s left quite shocked, and is about to suggest the two of you stow away while the kids are occupied until—

Sarah runs up like she’s about to pole vault and launches herself into her Dad’s arms for the biggest hug a todler can muster. Joel bends down to his knees to return her kisses.

And that would have been it, were it not for the duck that’s immediately in her hands, held right to his cheek.

“Ugh,” he groans with rolled eyes. He holds it all in as Sarah lifts them to nibble at his beard stubble in a duck fashioned kiss, each getting a turn to clean his facial hair.

You clasp your hands together, beaming at possibly the greatest man the earth had ever put out.

She runs off with the ducks following to go play with their new land.

“2 adults. 1 kid. 1 dot. And 6 ducks…” he says, referring back to your previous comment. “That ain’t enough for ya?”

“12.”

“12…?” Were you serious about 12 kids????

“Ducks,” you state plainly, avoiding his eyes.

“Wh—what, are they all pregnant?” He asks incredulously.

“No…” you lock your fingers together, sealing side to side in the way Sarah does when she’s admitting to doing something horribly wrong. “I thought you were going to eat these ones… and I didn’t want Sarah to be sad and so I … maybe… it’s actually really funny, Joel.”

“YOU BOUGHT—SIX—MORE—DUCKS???”

“Ohh oh no!” You shake your head, as if hoping to dissipate the steam billowing from his ears. Though it’s almost like he knows it’s not any better. “Um… it’s way worse… I bought 12 more ducks. So that’s 18 total,” you smile widely with fearful yet innocent eyes.

Joel sits straight up in bed, his heart hammering and sweat persperating along his entire skeleton. He clutches his heart, remembering to breathe in the night air, grounding himself in his surroundings from the nightmare. You’re sound asleep at his side, peaceful as ever.

He tosses the blanket and darts off to Sarah’s room. His girl sleeps just as innocently as you, with her teddy clutched under her arm. Lying atop her fuzzy pink decorative rug is Spoon, who raises her head curiously at the intrusion. He does a quick search, but nothing else moves in the room.

Joel runs to the backyard, foregoing any shoes. Despite no evidence in the house, he doesn’t get his hopes too high. He flips on the lights of the duck barn (which was not a dream), and braceshimself.

While he would have liked to have seen 0 flat footed peddling little yellow shits, a mere 6, and ONLY 6, ducks rest in their designated bed, tilting their head at him staring them down.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a relieving breath.

“Thank fucking duck.”

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mushyblushyredhead · 11 days ago

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A Phantom Menace—Danny Phantom 👻

Summary: When Danny has another run in with Johnny 13 and Shadow, he thinks he’s in for an easy night. Until, Shadow makes a rather embarrassing albeit amusing discovery about the halfa that changes Johnny’s outlook about him from then on.

(lee!Danny)

Word Count: 5k

♡ Originally posted on my FanFiction!

This is a tickle fic. Don’t like? Don’t read.

A Phantom Menace—Danny Phantom

Halfa ghost hero, Danny Fenton, cruised through the night sky, patrolling Amity Park as usual for any possible ghost sightings. So far, all seemed calm and quiet. Satisfied, he was just about to call it a night when his ghost sense went off, sending a freezing chill up his spine.

The sound of a motorcycle cut through the silent air. Danny recognized that engine sound as a flash of green zipped past him. There was only one ghost he knew who would drive a motorcycle, especially so recklessly.

He soared through the sky, following the ghost’s trail. When he finally caught up, Danny could see it was none other than Johnny 13 and his creepy ghost shadow companion.

Danny gasped as he saw Johnny phase through a jewelry store, and snag several pieces of jewelry from a display case. “Really? Robbing jewelry stores now?” he asked himself. “This’ll be a piece of cake.” He smirked confidently, and floated next to the biker ghost.

“So,” Danny’s sudden voice made Johnny flinch and whip around. “Robbing jewelry stores now? Geez, are you that desperate to impress a girl so badly by pretending you’re a rebel?”

The biker ghost frowned. “Stay out of my way, ghost kid. You have no idea the pressure I’m under as of late.”

“Oho touched a nerve there, didn’t I?” Danny smirked.

“Just—“ Johnny sighed. “Look, kid, I don’t want any trouble tonight. I only came here so I could get something nice for my lady.”

Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“Whatever,” Johnny spat. “To put it shortly: my girlfriend and I had a spat; Kitty’s been nagging about how I’ve never gotten her anything nice in the last two years we’ve been dating, but that’s so not true. We’ve only been dating a year and eleven months!”

Danny couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “Well no wonder she’s so ticked at you!”

“You just don’t get it. Our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship is complicated.”

Danny snorted. “Well, yeah. When you’re the boyfriend.”

The biker ghost scowled. The nerve of this kid! Johnny internally fumed. How is this brat seriously supposed to be the ‘Savior of the Ghost Zone?’”

“Just stay out of my way!” Johnny growled again. “I’m here just trying to find the things my kitten hinted that she wanted, and I’m not going to let some bratty 12-year-old stop me!”

“12? I’m 14! Get your facts right!” Danny spat as he fired his ecto-plasma rays from his palms.

Johnny revved up his motorcycle and bolted as the halfa pursued him. He kept dodging the ghost teen’s ecto beams until one struck him in the side, knocking him off his motorcycle.

Danny hovered over the older ghost, his hands pulsing threateningly. “All right, soon-to-be-single Pringle, give it up. Hand over the stuff, and I just might let you off the hook easy.”

Johnny let out a chuckle. “Wish I could, little dude, but heh…my pockets are empty.” Danny followed his gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw Shadow making off with the stolen goods.

He quickly flew after Shadow, who merely growled in response and hugged the jewelry closer as Danny caught up.

Danny fired ecto beam after ecto beam, growing a little more frustrated every time Shadow easily dodged his attack. Until, a blast struck Shadow hard enough for it to cry out in pain and collapse on top of the roof of a building.

It turned into a scuffle in the next moment as Danny wrestled with Shadow to get the stolen jewelry back. He was starting to lose his patience with this stubborn phantom, until he had enough. Grunting, he hurled Shadow towards an illuminated football field, and fired another round of plasma rays.

The combined power of illuminating blinding light and ecto-plasmic energy was enough to make Shadow screech in pain, and dissolve into thin air.

Danny swooped below and caught the jewelry before it could hit the ground. Feeling triumphant, his mood only increased when he saw the look on the older ghost’s face.

“Dang it, kid! Why do you always have stick your face in someone else’s business?!”

“Hey, you come into my world, wreak havoc, and I stop you. That’s how this is supposed to go,” Danny replied as he phased through the window display, putting the jewels back. “So unless you want me to stop ‘sticking my face in your business,’ how about not committing any crimes here?”

Johnny growled, angrily revving up his engine. "That's it! I have had it with you! I was being nice before, but not anymore! Shadow, keep him busy!"

Danny barely had time to register anything before he was thrown against a wall by Johnny's unlucky apparition companion. From the corner of his eye, he saw the biker ghost sped off. "Oh, no you don't!" He scuffled with Shadow until he blasted the dark apparition off of him.

Then, he raced after Johnny and saw him phasing through a closed Fresh Topic store. Danny sighed. "Seriously? I don't have time for this joker!"

The teen ghost was about to phase through the entrance, when Johnny whipped past him, making off with a pair of platform goth boots. "Hey! You have to pay for that, speed demon!"

He pursued Johnny again before appearing right in front of him, and snatching the boots right out of his clutches. "Ha! Too slow!"

Johnny had enough of this cocky kid. And his patience had run out. "Shadow, sic him!"

Danny yelped as his ankle was grabbed, and he was hurled against the roof of a building. He was about to get up, but realized he couldn't as Shadow had him pinned. He tried to go intangible but the second he tried, Shadow zapped him threateningly, making him cry out in pain.

Getting the message, Danny refrained from going intangible but still squirmed uncomfortably against the shadow's grip.

Johnny hovered over him again, sighing angrily. "Look, little freakazoid, hand them over. They're supposed to be a surprise gift for Kitty, and I gotta give them to her in time before she changes her mind about me."

"Wait, she's here, too?"

"Of course she is," replied Johnny. "That's why I brought us here. First, she says she likes some neat jewelry, but now, she wants these platform boots from Fresh Topic."

Danny's surprised look melted into a scowl. "Oh. Well hearing you explain that...changes nothing!"

"Dang it, punk! You really are a brat, you know that?!" Johnny scowled back. "Hand them over! Now!"

Danny hugged the boots closer. "Forget it!"

The biker ghost raised a glowing fist threateningly towards the teen's face, hoping to scare him into obligating, but Danny simply shook his head defiantly.

"Shadow, get me the stuff."

Obeying, Shadow made a grab for the boots. Grunting, Danny managed to dodge Shadow's grasps each time, making the black apparition growl in annoyance. It wasn't until Shadow's hand missed again, and ended up accidentally squeezing Danny's side as a result that made the situation curve. The reaction was instantaneous; Danny let out a squeak of surprise that startled not only him, but Johnny and his unlucky shadowy figure.

After a painfully awkward pause, Johnny finally asked, "Uh, what was that?"

"N-None of your bees-cheese, idiot!" Danny tried to keep his voice steady, mentally cringing at the way his voice cracked.

"Nah, that definitely sounded like something." Johnny turned his attention to his shadow. "Shadow, what did you do?" It shrugged in response, then repeated the action by squeezing the ghost boy's side again.

Danny wasn't expecting to be attacked in the same spot again, so he couldn't hold back the embarrassingly high-pitch squeak that came out of his mouth. Blush began coating the teen boy's cheeks, but he tried to mask it by grunting and squirming with vigor. "Let me go already!"

It took the biker ghost a moment to realize what was happening. But once he finally connected the dots, a wicked smile spread across his face. "Oho, I see what it is." He leaned down to Danny's eye level. "You're all jumpy because you're ticklish, right?"

Danny cringed at the word, squirming more. His blush darkened a little, and his eyes averted elsewhere. "What? N-No! No, I'm not. That's a dumb question, I'm not—I wasn't—I'm just not, okay?!"

"Geez, kid. It was just a simple yes or no question. No need to get your ghost tail in a twist." Johnny couldn't help but tease and relinquish in this newfound information. It felt refreshing to finally take the halfa down a few pegs. Normally, the ghost boy was so cocky and overconfident, but this time he looked so timid and defeated. Not to mention, vulnerable.

It was at this moment that made the biker ghost realize Danny Phantom was not just the halfa hero of the Ghost Zone, but he was just a kid. A kid putting himself in danger all the time when fighting with all these other older ghosts who wanted nothing more than to destroy him.

It made Johnny rethink for a moment: was fighting this kid worth it? Holding that grudge against him all the time? Sure, this kid got on his nerves from time to time, but he was still a kid. A kid who was also half human, and maintained a human life in the real world unlike the rest of them, who couldn't.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he noticed the halfa curled up on one side while shielding his other previously assaulted side with his free hand. A dead giveaway.

Johnny smirked. Why didn't he think of this earlier? It was so obvious. He briefly recalled previous memories of him smothering Kitty with ticklish kisses whenever she was pouty or refused to give him back his jacket, and it worked like a charm every time. Surely, this would work on the ghost child, too.

"Shadow?" Said entity perked up. Johnny flashed a devilish smirk towards Danny, who grew nervous at that look. "Tickle wreck this little squirt until he hands Kitty's gift over. And don't be merciful about it, either."

“What?!” Danny cried out, his voice cracking again. He squirmed with all his might, tried to go intangible, but his brain was already too flustered enough to concentrate. Out of all the things that could've happened to him, this was by far the worst. Even worse than the time seeing Vlad's computer screen composed of pictures of his mom.

In his flustered state, Danny didn't realize how his physical strength would be sapped quickly as Shadow was easily able to peel his arm away, and hold it up next to his head. As a last defense, Danny tried kicking the shadowy figure away, but it quickly caught his flailing legs with its sleek black tail.

Now fully secured and feeling more vulnerable than ever, Danny was a flustered stuttering mess. He wanted nothing more than to sink through the ground. Unfortunately, intangibility wasn't with him at the moment.

Seeing the flustered panicked look on the boy's face made Johnny chuckle. "Last chance, kid. Give me what I want, and I'll let you go. And you might never hear from me ever again.”

Danny shot him a glare. "Well, forget it! I know that's a big, fat lie!"

Johnny shrugged. "Suit yourself. Shadow, get 'im."

"Wait, no—! NO! NAAAAhahahaha! St-Stohohohohop!" Danny shrieked with high-pitched giggles as Shadow rapidly squeezed his side. "N-Nohoho! Cuhuhut ihihit out! Ahahahaha! I cahahan't tahahake it!"

"If you can still talk and form sentences, you can still take a lot more," teased Johnny. He had to admit, seeing the once fearless and quippy hero reduced to a puddle of child-like giggles was such an adorable sight to see. It almost made him forget why he was mad at him in the first place. Almost.

"Nohoho I ca—AAAEEEEEheeheehee! Nohohoho!" Danny squealed and giggled louder as Shadow switched tactics; moving upwards to ruthlessly dig into his ribs. He squirmed harder, his grip starting to loosen on the boots he was still clutching. "NoHOHOHO! Nohohoho! C'mon, nohohoho!"

"Y'know, you keep saying 'no, no', but you still don't wanna give me the prize and save you the torture." Johnny reached to grab the boots from the ghost boy's already loosened grip, but immediately Danny tightened his grip once more and shook his head defiantly. "Nohohoho!"

"See?" Johnny couldn't help but laugh at the reaction. "You're making this so much harder than it needs to be. Just give it up, squirt. I know you can't take much more."

"Go drihihihive ohohoff a clihihihihiff, moron!" Danny spat through his screechy giggles.

Johnny snorted. This kid sure had guts even in the position he was in. "Fine. Your funeral, you little brat." He cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. "Make some room, Shadow."

The black entity scooched aside and opted to attack the ghost boy's stomach while Johnny went to work on his underarm. Johnny snatched Danny's free wrist and yanked it up, immediately digging rapid moving fingers into the exposed underarm. Danny arched his back with a loud squeal. Having both his underarm and now his stomach scribbled with no mercy made him screech with hysterics. "AAAAAHEEEEEheheeheeheehEEEEEK! NAAAAhahahaHAHAHAO! Dohohohon't—! NahaHAHAHA! StAAAAAhahahahap!"

"You know what to do to make me stop," Johnny said over the ghost boy's adorable laughter. "C'mon, kid!" he added, switching from scribbling all five fingers from his underarm to his ribs, making Danny jolt with another screech. "Kitty'll be here any minute! And if she sees me empty-handed, she'll make me double dead!"

Despite the unbearable ticklish sensations, Danny still found his sassiness. "S-SUHUhuhucks fohohor youhoohoohoo!"

Johnny gasped in offense, then hissed at his unlucky entity when he heard it chuckle at those words. "Still giving me lip, huh?" He pinned his wrist securely over his head and nodded to Shadow, who sat on top of Danny's legs, black claws wiggling threateningly over his torso. "Give up now before I make you double dead?"

Danny bit his lip and giggled, stubbornly shaking his head. "No?" Danny suddenly jolted with a squeak as he felt Shadow's claws slowly tug up the top half of his costume, exposing his belly. He shivered as the cold night air grazed his skin. Anticipatory tingles raced all the way from his fingertips to his toes. "How about now?" Gathering up what remaining courage—and sass—he had, Danny held his chin high and stuck his tongue out at the older ghost.

"Wrong answer," Johnny smirked. "Now, you're just asking for it."

Danny shut his eyes, bracing for the worst. But when nothing happned after a few seconds, he curiously opened one eye, only to shut it and burst into hysterics as he was mercilessly tickled again. "AAAAAAAHEHEHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAO! NOHOHOT AGAHAHAHIN, PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!" He squirmed like a worm on a hook as he tried to arch away from the evil tickling fingers, but that proved to be futile. Johnny had his wrist securely held over his head while he scribbled and dug ruthlessly into his underarm while Shadow rapidly clawed at his belly, occasionally moving upwards to dig inbetween his ribs.

And now with his tummy completely exposed and no longer covered by his costume, it just made things even worse. Which, Shadow seemed to catch on, since it could clearly see this was a bad spot for the ghost boy. The dark entity took note of which actions caused which reactions. When it scribbled against the teen's sides, he scrunched his nose and giggled cutely. When it moved higher towards his ribs, his giggling got more high-pitched and he squirmed more rapidly, shaking his head. And when he focused the tickling against the center of his belly, that's when the halfa's reactions got more frantic and adorable.

Shadow noticed that softer tickles made Danny squeal like a baby hyena, and made his tummy twitch adorably. Rapidly digging and wriggling its claws into his belly caused him to screech like a girl, arch, and emit high-pitched cackles while he shook his head more frantically. And if Shadow leaned a little too closely towards his stomach, Danny's eyes would widen and he'd squirm more frantically, shaking his head so fast Shadow was sure he'd get a headache. That last reaction was a bit odd to the shadow. It almost seemed like Danny was afraid it was going to eat him alive.

Unable to contain it anymore, Danny began begging through hysterics. "PLEEEEEAHEEHEEHEASE! PLEASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! I-I PRAHAHAHAMISE I'LL GIHIHIHIVE YOU BAHAHAHACK THE STUHUHUFF! JUST PLEAHEEHEEHEEEEASE! GEHET AHAHAHA—OFF ME! A-AND GET YOUR STUHUHUHUPID SHAHAHADOW OFF!"

Johnny peered up, and grinned as he watched his cheeky shadow reduce the ghost boy to near tears with the tickle assault on his tummy. "Death spot of yours?" Danny giggle-whined, blush darkening. "Alright, Shadow, I think he got the message." Shadow nodded, releasing its hold and ceasing the tickly torture.

As soon as Danny felt his limbs were free, he lay limply on the ground. He greedily gulped down air while brushing a few strands of hair away from his now sweaty forehead. When he got some of his strength back and fixed his suit so it was covering his stomach again, Johnny leaned down next to him. "C'mon, kid, hand them over."

Danny breathed a sigh before narrowing his eyes. "Y'know when I promised I'd hand these over..." he suddenly smirked. "I was crossing my fingers!" Then, he went invisible, and phased through the floor before dashing off.

“Oh, come on!” Johnny cried out in frustration. He shot a death glare at his shadow, who was laughing at the outcome. "Not. A. Word! C'mon, Shadow, go after him!" With a single nod, Shadow flew off to find the halfa.

Meanwhile, Danny quickly tried to locate the Fresh Topic store so he could sneak the boots back where they belonged. Okay, maybe there was a better way to handle that without sassing the older biker ghost. But it still seemed worth it seeing the look on Johnny's face when he phased out of there. Danny knew how much more trouble he got himself into for that escape move, but he still had a job to do. Whether a ghost was trying to fix their rocky relationship, he was not going to let them steal something from his world and get away with it!

But after barely recovering some of his strength from the brutal tickle attack earlier, Danny's sense of direction wasn't all that great. He nearly lost his balance in midair or bumped into billboards because he kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Johnny 13 or his shadow were right behind him. When he looked over his shoulder one last time, he didn't see the ghost that was in front of him, and bumped right into them.

The ghost in front of him cried out in a high-pitched tone. Danny opened his eyes, feeling like he recognized that voice. It was none other than Kitty, Johnny's girlfriend.

"Aah!" Danny yelped.

Kitty brushed some hair out of her eyes before her expression widened as she saw the rumored halfa in front of her. "Danny Phantom?" Her eyes fell on the pair of boots Danny was holding. "Is that my gift from Johnny?"

"Uh—well I—no!" Danny stuttered, hiding the boots behind his back. He was unaware of the creeping ghosts behind him until his ghost sense went off, but it was too late. Shadow wrapped around his limbs, startling Danny and making him yelp. Johnny took the opportunity to swoop in and snag the boots right out of Danny's arm.

"Hey!" Danny barked, squriming in Shadow's grasp. "Let go of me!"

Ignoring the ghost teen's protests, Johnny gave a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek and handed her the boots. "For you, kitten. I told ya I remember what you like."

Kitty happily accepted the gift. "Awww Johnny...thank you." Then her face grew serious as she noticed the struggling Danny Phantom still in Shadow's grasp. She placed a hand on her hip. "You were fighting with the kid again, weren't you?"

Johnny chuckled sheepishly. "Uh, well, now I wouldn't call it fighting…”

“You were, weren't you?!"

"N-Now, now, hold on, baby cakes. Let me explain!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Kitty scolded. "Stop jeopardizing our relationship over your stupid obsession with this ghost boy!"

"First of all, it's not an obsession," corrected Johnny. "And second, this ghost kid nearly ruined my chances of getting this gift for you! He's a demon!"

"Uhh you do realize I'm right here, and can hear everything you're saying, right?" an offended Danny piped up.

Kitty's expression softened as she floated towards Danny. She surprised him by gently squishing his face. "Aw, how can this adorable little ghost boy possibly do anything to ruin something for you?"

“He’s a demon!” repeated Johnny, glaring daggers at Danny.

"No, he's so cute!" Kitty booped Danny on the nose, making him timidly smile.

Johnny let out a huge sigh. Curse this dang ghost baby fever… “Okay, okay, fine. He’s a cute, little angel!” he said sarcastically. "Now can we get out of here with the gift that I got for you in the first place?"

"After you let him go, and promise that you'll stop trying to fight or hurt him."

"I wasn't even fighting with him!" Johnny objected. "The little brat was trying to make off with your boots before you got here!"

Kitty shot a confused look at the halfa, but Danny gave her his best puppy-dog-eyes-stare. (Courtesy of being the youngest sibling) Kitty felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of ectoplasmic goo. "Please. Like this cutie pop is capable of doing something so evil."

Johnny stuttered in disbelief. "But—But I—he–!" He facepalmed, then was suddenly struck with an idea as he saw Danny was still trapped in his shadow. Unlucky shadow. "Like I said," his voice was suddenly calm. "I was never fighting with him in the first place. I was actually doing something a whole lot differently, and the little guy loved it! Isn't that right?"

Danny pretended not to know what he was talking about. "Uhm...no?"

Kitty frowned. "Johnny, if you're lying, I swear..."

"Wait, wait, just let me show you, okay?" Johnny caressed her cheek before she would blow a fuse. "Shadow, hold him for me? Just like we did earlier?"

Danny yelped as he was now dangled upside down, his wrists stretched above his head, and his ankles held securely. "Aaah! Put. Me. Down!" He whined and squirmed, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Ooh, he's so fussy," chuckled Johnny, turning his attention back to his girlfriend, who giggled in response.

Danny growled. "Quit talking to me like that! I'm not a baby!" He tried to knee the biker ghost in the face, but Shadow held his legs still.

Johnny hummed, standing behind the vulnerable ghost boy. "Mmm you sure about that? You did say you loved to play just...like...this!"

Danny shrieked with squeaky giggles as the older ghost spidered up and down his sides. But he quickly bit his lip, and tried to surpress his laughter. He didn't want to reveal his embarrassing secret to another ghost.

"Aww see? He's so shy, he doesn't want you to hear his laughter. But this should change his mind!" Johnny lowered his spidering hands downward to the ghost teen's underarms. Danny emitted a muffled squeal, and rapidly shook his head. Instinctively, he tugged at his wrists, wanting to protect his ticklish spots, but Shadow's grip on his limbs was strong!

"Awwww!" he heard Kitty coo. "I see what you mean about him being shy, but I still think it's super cute! And he's blushing! Awwwwh!"

Hearing somebody point out his visible blush just made Danny blush even darker. He felt his whole face grow hotter, and he tried to hide his red face against his bicep. That, in turn, made Johnny suddenly dig into his underarms, rapidly scribbling against the hollows.

Unable to keep it together, Danny let the dam of laughter break. "Kkthpbbfft..! PFFFAAAAAHAhahahAHAHAAA! NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT AGAAAAHAHAHAIN!"

"Omggggg!" Kitty squealed. "That is thee cutest thing I have ever seen! Oh, he's soooo cuuuuute!"

"Oh, that's nothing," Johnny said over Danny's hyena squeals. "Shadow discovered something even more adorable about this little punk. Show her, Shadow!"

Shadow obliged, trapping Danny's wrists with one hand while the other pushed the top half of his black suit up to expose his stomach again. Danny gasped, frantically shaking his head while stuttering protests.

"Aww bad spot?" Kitty smiled.

"More like death spot," Johnny laughed.

Danny squealed even louder as Shadow slowly dragged its clawtips across his belly. He tried to arch and twist his stomach as far away as he could to avoid those evil claws, but it was no use. Shadow simply followed, and briefly dug into his belly as a warning whenever he tried curling on his side.

Desperate, Danny frantically yanked at his restrained limbs. His body was yelling at him to protect those ticklish spots now, but with the way he was pinned his brain was starting to melt to mush.

"PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEEESE NOHOHOHO!" he begged. "IHIHIHIT'S SO—EEEEEEEEK! BAHAHAHAAAAAD!"

Danny screech-squealed when Shadow softened its touch; softly tracing and fluttering its claws all over his twitching tummy. Soft tickles were agony. They made him flustered beyond relief and made his brain short circuit.

When curious fingers fluttered over his bellybutton, Danny was sure he was going to double die as he screeched so loudly, then his laughter went silent.

Kitty giggled in amusement. "Okay, Johnny, let him go already. He looks like he's had more than enough."

"Fine, fine. Shadow, let him go."

Shadow ceased its tickly torture, and released the halfa. Danny was far too tired to stand up, let alone float, so he almost came crashing down. Thankfully, Kitty was quick to catch him in her arms as soon as he fell in midair.

"Aw, poor tired thing," she cooed sweetly as she gently ruffled the boy's now messy hair. "Maybe next time, I'll join Johnny and Shadow, and help them tickle you to pieces! You're too cute not to!" She playfully tickled Danny's still exposed belly with her long acrylic nails. Danny squealed, giggling madly while batting at the other ghost's hand.

"Nohohohoho! Noho mohohohore!" He curled into a protective ball, tugging his suit down to cover his stomach.

He received another hair ruffle from Johnny, which surprised him. "Stay out of danger, kid," he told him with a faint warm smile. "And don't think I'll forget about your little secret today," he smirked. "Try and cause trouble with me again, and I'll tickle you until you're double dead! Or better yet, slip the word to the Ghost Zone. Word travels fast there, y'know."

"N-No..!" Danny gasped between pants. "You...You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would. Imagine what all your other foes would think: all it takes to defeat the halfa hero of the Ghost Zone is a few tickles riiiiight here!" Johnny briefly tickled his belly one last time just to make the kid squeal like a baby hyena again.

"OkAAAAhahahahay! Okahahay!" Danny protested through giggles. "I wohohon't ehehehever cause trouble—EEEEEheeheehee! F-Fohohor you agahahahaaaain! Juhuhust pleaheeheeheehease STAAAAhahahahap!"

Kitty lightly punched her boyfriend in the shoulder. "C'mon Johnny, don't be mean."

"Relax, I was kidding," he replied, pulling his hand away. He turned his attention back to Danny. "My lips are sealed, Phantom. I promise."

Danny held up a shaky finger while he hugged his sore stomach with his other hand. "You...This...This isn't over..!"

"Mm, seems pretty over to me," smirked Johnny as he helped Kitty onto his motorcycle. "But just so you're not tempted to follow me with that tacky thermos of yours...Shadow, keep him busy while we get outta here."

"Wait, what?!" Danny paled as the shadowy figure flexed and wiggled its claws menacingly, grinning villainously.

The teen ghost gulped, feeling the anticipatory butterflies fill his chest again. He chuckled nervously, awkwardly floating backwards. "Uh, heh, listen...Shadow, is it? Y-You don't have to do everything Johnny tells you to do, right? Have some individuality! Be your own person—er, ghost!"

Shadow's expression morphed into confusion, as if it was considering Danny's words. But its face quickly melted into a playful grin as it towered over the frightened halfa.

"I-I'm guessing that's a no?"

Danny yipped and flew as fast as he could with Shadow hot on his tail. He was so flustered, he couldn't fly or think straight. And he couldn't stop the anticipating titters leaving his mouth, either. "Leaheeheeheeheave me alohohohone! I swear, I wohohon't bother you guhuhuhuys again!"

Shadow reappeared in front of Danny, making him shriek as he slammed right into the dark figure. Without wasting another second, Shadow secured Danny's legs with its ghost tail and held him upside down, while its free hands tickled him silly one last time.

The tickles were short-lived—much to Danny's relief—as he was placed down on the ground after a few agonizingly long seconds. With how tired he was, Danny immediately changed back into his human form. He slowly sat up, and saw that Shadow was gone.

Sighing, he starfished on the ground until his breathing returned to normal. When finally he caught his breath, he stood up, hugging his sore stomach and sides. "Well, that's just great. Worst. Night. Ever! Man, that was so embarrassing!" Danny sighed again. "Oh, well. So Johnny made off with some boots from Fresh Topic. They're for his girlfriend so I guess...that's nice?"

Danny shivered as the cold air hit him. He knew he had to get home. Luckily, his house wasn't too far from where he was.

After that whole embarrassing incident with Johnny and his pesky shadow, Danny wanted nothing more than to pretend that didn't happen. He just hoped Johnny would stay true to his word and not reveal his embarrassing secret to the Ghost Zone. He couldn't imagine what would happen if his enemies found out he was insanely ticklish. He would never be taken seriously by anyone ever again.

Still, a small piece of him had to admit that, despite everything, it was kinda fun to be caught in the middle of a playful attack rather than the usual painful ones he had to endure all the time. Who knew some ghosts could have such soft sides? It just went to show that maybe not all ghosts were bad, after all.

As Danny approached the entrance to his house, he quickly came up with a fib in his head if his parents questioned why he was late. If they asked, he was with Sam and Tucker at Sam's house watching movies.

And if they asked why he looked so flushed, out of breath, and red in the face...they were really funny movies.

THE END :3

#mushy writes stuff #my fic #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #danny phantom tickle #lee!danny #ghost tickles #tickle fluff #danny phantom fluff #danny phantom fic #sfw twords #sfw tickling community

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six-eyed-samurai · 2 months ago

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Hello ! (I’m not sure if your requests are open but I love your fics so I really wanted to try 😭) Could you maybe write a Genya x Male reader one ? Where like Genya deals with confusion and internalised homophobia after realising he fell in love with a guy ? IM SO SORRY IF YOU DONT DO MALE READERS OR SMTH LIKE THAT, HAVE A GOOD DAY !!

SUMMARY: Genya's emotionally constipated. It's the Shinazugawa genes - but even more so when it comes to...guys?!

A/N: KYAAH Ty anon glad you enjoyed, and DW my inbox is open anytime I'm just a little slow in writing rn because of exams and I'm moving house. I have done male reader before but I'm not too used to writing gay T-T so I'm sorry if this turned out the way you wanted

WARNINGS: Male reader in case you don't read the asks and only warnings/Minor swearing

Much romance happens at Kimetsu Academy.

There's Zenitsu and Nezuko, although Genya considers it more of an obsession on the blonde’s end seeing as Nezuko doesn't openly display any signs of liking him back romantically, whatever the delusional idiot thinks. There's also Tanjiro and Kanao, the perfect epitome of friends to lovers. And whatever Aoi and Inosuke have going on.

But none of that ever happened to Genya. Sure, he thought the occasional girl was pretty or nice, but aside from the fact he explodes into a tomato just from a simple “hello” he's never been actually interested. Of course that occasionally made him feel a bit left out amongst his friends, like he was missing something great, but hey, Muichiro and him would be single pringles forever and that was fine.

(Genya's very betrayed to find out Muichiro had received a confession…and was considering accepting it.)

But it was a little unbelievable to the Kamaboko Squad that in all of the sixteen years of his life he had never had a crush, hence the interrogation they were giving him that particular day during lunch.

“Have you never fallen in love? At all?!” Genya wants to snort; as if Zenitsu would ever notice anybody else's love life but his own.

“HAHAHAHAA! LOSER!”

Tanjiro calmly shoved Inosuke away from a fuming Genya, smiling brightly. “I'm sure Genya has one! And we'll be more than happy to help him confess!”

“Aren't crushes supposed to be secret-”

“Then we have to figure out who it is first!” Zenitsu hollers.

“No-”

“Is it Kocho?!”

Kanao, Tanjiro and Genya both look scandalised but Zenitsu barrels on. Aoi face palms. Inosuke steals everyone's food.

“Is it Kanrojii?!”

“Why is everyone you're listing so much older than me!”

“OKAY, OKAY! Uh…Koyuki-”

“SHE'S ENGAGED TO SOMEONE ELSE!”

“Sheesh, I got it, stop yelling! That Shabana girl?”

“Just why-”

“Maybe Genya does like someone but just doesn't realize it,” Kanao offers timidly.

“That's a good point, Kanao!” Tanjiro beams, causing Genya and Kanao to flush red but for entirely different reasons.

“How am I supposed to know if I like someone?”

“If you find them cute?”

“That seems really superficial,” Aoi says disapprovingly.

“You'll get really nervous around them, like your heart speeds up. You'll probably stare at them a lot too, and want to do lots of things for them, maybe hold open doors?” Tanjiro nods wisely.

“And they're the first person you look at to see if they're laughing at a joke,” Kanao agrees.

Genya considers. “Then none of the girls you just listed, honestly.”

“It's alright, you'll find the one for you one day. There's no rush now.”

“HAHAHA! TENYA IIDA IS GOING TO BE ALONE FOREVER! HAHAHHAA!”

“MY NAME IS GENYA!”

***

Truth be told Genya had lied.

It wasn't a lie exactly either. More of…an avoidance of the truth. He didn't feel that way about any girls Zenitsu had mentioned, or any of the girls at school.

But he did like someone, yes.

Or no. Definitely not. It couldn't possibly be.

“Oh, hey, Shinazugawa.” Your simple wave as you joined his side outside the classroom door was enough to get his heart pounding and slightly sweaty like he had just suffered an entire class with the gym teacher Tomioka.

“Thanks for holding the door!” You call out over your shoulder, flashing him a bright smile while entering the class and taking your seat. You immediately turn to start talking with your friends, something Genya's extreme thankfully for because then you can't see the tomato red that's painting his face as he's still stuck, frozen and speechless, by the door. Only Iguro-sensei’s cold “Do you plan to have the lesson by the door or something?” Shook him out of it.

You're so confusing, Genya thinks, averting his eyes when you catch his with a mouthed “oops” and raised eyebrows, because he wants to revel in your attention and hide in a hole from it at the same time.

It was a pleasant kind of confusion, though. The kind he wouldn't mind thinking about forever; it gave him an oddly warm, fidgety feeling inside like he had just drunk an entire thermos of hot chocolate and got marshmallows to top it off. Then he promptly slaps himself (mentally) because he shouldn't be thinking about this, that and you.

Not like it stopped him from staring at the back of your head all through class. He doesn't realize it until your friend turns their head around and makes a face at him, leaning closer to you to whisper something. Genya panics and ducks his head, burying it into his arms for a few minutes before he judges it's safe to look up.

And when he does you're smiling at him knowingly, as if the both of you knew something the rest don't. Oh good lord.

Your laughter is something Genya wishes he could make as well, when the whole class watches Iguro-sensei trying to tell Inosuke off, but the dumbass can't get the teacher’s name right at all. He finds himself laughing as well, a combination of that and because of you before it hits him.

“You'll get really nervous around them, like your heart speeds up. You'll probably stare at them a lot too, and want to do lots of things for them, maybe hold open doors?”

Oh shit. Check, check, check.

“And they're the first person you look at to see if they're laughing at a joke.”

And check?!

Shit shit shit shit shit-

Genya groans. He does like you after all.

But that's not right, it's got to be wrong.

You're a boy. Genya's not gay…at least he didn't think so…Then again he's never actually liked a girl. But he's never liked a boy either. Until you.

Forget it! You're not a crush, you're the reason why Genya is going to drive himself crazy right now! Hell, why did the idea feel so wrong but so right at the same time?

Genya rubbed his temples. If he was being honest the idea only seemed so wrong because…well, because he's just never considered that possibility before. It just hasn't really occured to him he might be attracted to the same gender. It's a new concept, yes, but…not really a terrible one. He got all red with girls yes but it wasn't because he like-liked them or thought they were cute.

Was crushing on a guy really going to be any different than a girl then? Genya groaned again. Judging by his behaviour these days…yeah, not really.

Okay, then if hypothetically he DID like you and he liked guys…how would Sanemi and his friends react? Would they still want to hang out with him? Would Sanemi still…consider him his brother? What would his mom think?

What a headache. What would…you think? It'd be pretty embarrassing to like you and you're straight, Genya thought. Then again was he even sure he was gay, even certain he had a big fat crush on you?

“Hey, you alright?” The voice startles Genya out of his thoughts. He lifts up his head and looks around, startled to see everyone's left. Shit, he hadn't even realized class was over. Idiot.

He glances to his left and nearly dies of fright.

You cock an eyebrow. “Um, seeing a ghost, Genya?”

“No!” He just about shouts, flailing his arms as he tries to stop himself from falling out of his chair. “I'm fine! Really! Sorry…just, just kinda out of it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Yeah, let's talk about how I've just realized I might be-

“It's fine, it's nothing important.” Genya notices your fidgeting however. “What about you?”

You hesitate. You're playing with your sleeves quite nervously. It's making him paranoid.

“I'm just…there's a new arcade that just opened up.”

“Sounds fun,” Genya offers. He's got barely enough brain cells still functioning from the close proximity between you both.

“I was wondering - um, do you wanna go with me? I can buy all the tokens,” you quickly blurted out and held your breath.

“Sure.”

“N-no. Just you and me. Like on a date.” You rub the back of your neck, looking away. “No - no pressure or anything! I know you might not be into guys, you might already like a girl-"

“You're gay.”

You wince at his tone. Genya wishes he hadn't sounded so accusing. “Last I checked, yeah.”

“Sounds fun,” Genya repeats dumbly, because holy shit, you like him you like guys too he likes guys he really wants to go to the arcade with you oh thank god-

You blink. “So that's a…yes?”

“Absolutely.” Genya waves his hands frantically. “If you're still up for it! Nothing’s awkward! I - I do want to go as a date, not as friends, and, uh-"

He snaps his head away, embarrassed, but he glances back long enough to see you grinning like you've won the lottery.

"Does 2 pm work for you?"

Shit. He really does like you after all. And with the way you're smiling at him like that maybe he can deal with whatever bullshit that's going to come next.

***

“Hey Genya, do you want to come over this weekend?”

“Muichiro wants to go to that pizza place again.”

The Tokito twins stare at him expectantly over the usual din of the Kamaboko Squad's usual shenanigans. Now or never.

“Sorry, I'm busy.”

“With what?” Muichiro looks out off; Yuichiro frowns in surprise.

“With someone.”

The silence was so thick you could've cut it with a knife - or Zenitsu's screaming.

“WHO?”

“HAR?!”

“Is it a date?” Tanjiro managed to slap a hand over the blonde's mouth while Aoi deals with Inosuke. The twins and Kanao's mouths hang open in surprise.

Genya picked at his food. “Yeah. At the new arcade.”

“Congratulations!”

“I thought you were planning to be single forever-”

“Shut up, Mui!”

“With who?"

He says your name and again the silence is thick.

Tanjiro's eyes light up in recognition and shock. “Isn't that the new boy?”

Genya nods stiffly.

“You're…gay?” Kanao asks tentatively.

Genya nods again.

“I had no idea! I never would've guessed either.” Tanjiro shakes his head, stunned. Much to Genya's relief…he's smiling? “But good for you, Genya, I'm sure you'll enjoy the date!”

This wasn't so bad after all. It's like a weight’s been lifted off his shoulders. Now it's just how well…Sanemi will take it and his family. Probably not as easy.

“I thought it was a little weird you rejected that cute girl the other day.” Muichiro looks excited. “Now I've got a gay best friend!”

“What are you, twelve?” Yuichiro grumbles, but turns to Genya. “Have a good time then.”

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! DON'T SHOCK US LIKE THAT, GENYA!” Zenitsu finally squawks, clutching his heart.

“Wait, what's gay?” Inosuke's lost. “Is Genma happy or something?!”

Never mind.

***

“Damn, I knew you were good at shooting, but basketball too?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, pretending to throw an imaginary ball as Genya throws an actual one through the basket easily.

“Heh, this one's just easy since it's so near.” The machine flashes lights and beeps, displaying a new highest score. “And kinda short.”

“You are pretty tall,” you agreed, counting the leftover tokens. “Hey, we still have enough for that claw machine!”

“Seriously?”

So far the date's going pretty well. Genya hadn't made a fool of himself when you showed up dressed up in that letterman jacket and excitedly tackled him yelling about how you managed to get about an entire bag's worth of tokens. You both had spent your time mostly fooling around playing air hockey, shooting games (he had a moment of crisis before sitting next to you in the cramped space), he got forced to dance with you, you claimed he cheated at the racing, he won you a figurine as an apology for accidentally smacking your hand during Whack-A-Mole. Genya was kind of regretting that now, because you were now convinced Genya had amazing luck and could continue to win you more prizes. But as Sanemi said - a million times - those things were a scam, so Genya compromised by saying if only there was tokens leftover from the basketball game.

Alas and alack, he supposed, but you were already speeding towards the claw machine.

“Come on, come on, almost there, almost there!” Your chanting is barely heard over the obnoxious arcade music but you're practically breathing down his neck.

“Okay, okay, I got it, shut up for a sec.” Genya's grip on the controls is so tight he's actually afraid he might rip out the joystick by mistake like Sanemi last time…although Sanemi had done that on purpose during his rage quit and since had been banned from that particular arcade.

“Dear Kami-sama, please, please, please-”

“SHIT.”

“NOOO! So close!” Your head's tossed back in an exaggerated groan, flipping off the stupid claw that let go just a second too early. “I could've won that Hashira figurine!”

“I was the one playing!” Genya protested.

“I got the tokens!”

“I offered to pay you back! You said no!”

You punched his shoulder playfully. “Hey, this was supposed to be my treat. You can pay for the next date.”

“Next - next what-"

“Oh jeez, your face is so red now. Let's get some fresh air; I know a good dessert store.”

Genya's down bad alright.

***

“Where the hell have you been?”

It's already late by the time Genya lets himself into the house. His siblings should've been asleep, his mom too, so hopefully he could…uh, break the news the next day, when he's written and planned everything out, chewed off his nails and get that support you promised him earlier.

Luck had decided to abandon him since his second attempt at the claw machine however, since now he's been caught kicking off his shoes and smiling down at his phone, at the picture you've sent him of the figurine in your shelf.

>>Maybe I'll get more from you

You wi<<

He shuts off his phone quickly. Sanemi’s sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and does not look like a happy camper. Genya tries for an innocent smile. He probably looks like he has a stroke. If Sanemi were a cop, every criminal would be cracking in less than a minute under his interrogations.

“Out with a friend. Sorry I'm late, I was talking them back home.”

“Really? Saw all your friends - Tokito twins and that Kamado kid - earlier today. Try again."

“Someone else.”

“Cut to the chase, Genya, you were out on a date, weren't you?” Sanemi barks.

Genya's shoulders slump. “Yeah. Please don't be mad, I did tell Mom.”

“You should focus on studying. Your math grades are still too low.” Sanemi's expression softens, just slightly. "Who's the lucky girl?"

“Ah.”

“I swear to god, if it's that Shabana girl-”

“It's a guy.”

A very awkward beat of silence.

“WHO?!”

Genya almost expects to be attacked when he says your name. Or mauled after Sanemi demands every detail of what went down at the arcade. Maybe thrashed while finally confessing yes, he's not straight. But not stand there while Sanemi stares at him, strangely quiet.

“You two didn't do anything suspicious?”

Nope. You'd been quite understanding when he admitted he was still kind of getting used to the newness of…all this and offered to save a kiss for next time, causing him to explode into scarlet and try to poke you with his straw. “Aniki!”

“Is this a new thing or have you been…keeping this from me?” Unbelievable. His older brother almost looks hurt by that notion.

“A new thing, I swear, I wasn't planning on keeping anything from you, I was just waiting for the right time and right thing to say and I - I didn't know how you'd react.”

“Well…” Sanemi mutters something unintelligible, eyes moving away slightly.

“Um…what?”

“I SAID, AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY WITH HIM, IT'S FINE BY ME! NOW GO TO SLEEP!”

Genya couldn't stop his grin. “Really? Thank - thank you, Aniki, and okay, I will.”

“And don't do anything too intimate before you're married!”

***

You spat out your straw. “He said what?”

Genya takes a long sip of his latte, slipping his hand into yours. “I didn't make that up.”

“No,” You say, shaking your head. “That sounds like Shinazugawa.”

#sanemi about to get a brother in law 👀👀👀#Sunny's Works #genya x reader #genya x y/n #genya x you #genya shinazugawa x you #genya shinazugawa x reader #genya shinazugawa x y/n #genya x male reader #genya shinazugawa x male reader #x male reader #kny X reader

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kornyo · 9 months ago

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is this kronos single and ready to mf pringle cause those naked mechanic pics and joan jetts have me acting some type of way

seeing these all arrive in my inbox second after second is fucking hilarious anon i hope you'll survive ur thirst 😭😭🫡

anyway u can have a little kronos as a treat

mechanic, engineer, plumber, jedi. she simply has the range

EDIT: i forgot to answer the question !!!!! the answer is yes LMAO (dpeending on the point in her timeline but the latest development is yea)

#kronos #the fact she's like. 7 years old now? blowing my fucking mind honestly #art fart #swtor #star wars the old republic #mirialan

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eliluvschan · 10 months ago

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Moonlit Strolls

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.323

warnings: just the guys being the biggest supporters of their leader :)

genre: fluff

a/n: happy valentines day guys! i'm single as a pringle but that won't ruin the fun of me posting a new imagine! and like Lixie said in Surfin’ ”i got ninety-nine problems but the sea ain’t one”

Chan was pissed. pissed because his crush, is dating a good for nothing drummer.

“a drummer!” Chan exclaimed. “come on, she had better taste!”

“i need some fresh air. i’ll be back in a while.” Chan told his dongsaengs as he walked out of the door.

“you’ll find someone way better hyung!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

“yeah. whatever.” Chan replied irritated.

he walked outside, pausing only to pet Minho’s cat, Soonie.

he walked to the beach.

walking along the coast, he looked up and saw a sparkling bright moon.

it’s light was dancing off the water in front of him.

looking around, he saw billions of stars and he smiled.

he took of his shoes, rolled up his jeans and walked ankle deep into the water.

the water tickled his toes and he smiled again.

a few minutes went by, and he heard someone sigh.

he turned his head, only to look at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

she had dark hair and her eyes were twinkling, the perfect moon reflected in them.

he was speechless. his jaw dropped and he made a funny gagging sound.

the girl didn’t notice him.

Chan got control of himself once more.

maybe Hyune was right. he thought. i’ll find someone better than her. i might already have.

but her breath taking beauty kept him frozen to the sandy floor of the beach.

the girl left after another couple of minutes.

Chan’s eyes followed her until she was out of his sight.

“love at first sight?” he asked himself.

yeah. definitely.

he walked back home with his shoes in his hands and his spirits considerably lifted.

he hosed himself and walked inside. he met Soonie along the hall as Chan picked him up and walked into the living room.

the guys were still sitting there.

“hey guys!” he said.

“woah! someone’s feeling good!” Minho said.

Changbin and Seungmin chuckled.

“good luck hyung.” Felix said.

Chan smiled.

“thanks guys.”

he sat down and pet Soonie who fell asleep on his lap.

“so, what’s she like?” Jisung asked.

“beautiful.” Chan said, going into a trance. lost in thoughts, he smiled vaguely.

Jisung, realizing what was happening, hit Chan with a magazine from the coffee table.

“what did you do that for?” Chan shouted.

“we’re asking you something.” Seungmin said calmly.

“what, i told you she’s beautiful. what else did you ask?”

“i asked where you met her.”

“describe.” Minho commanded.

“i was walking in the water and i heard her and i looked around and then i just, literally, froze.”

“that’s it? you suck.” jeongin said laying back on the couch, feet stretched out on Felix’s lap.

“oh, one more thing!” Chan exclaimed.

“what?” they all sat up, waiting for what their leader and hyung was gonna tell them.

“she had dark hair and big shiny eyes and she’s… perfect.”

“my boy’s in love!” Changbin high-fived Felix as Jisung and Hyunjin wiped their fake tears away.

the eight guys sat in silence for a while.

“i’m off to bed.” Chan said and left his little brothers staring after them.

as Chan jumped into bed and punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape, he realized he had no idea who the girl was, where she lived, or if he’d ever see her again.

Soonie climbed up beside him, and Chan fell asleep thinking of that girl, who was the prettiest he’d ever seen.

— ❀ —

the next day, Chan woke up with a plan and a song formed in his mind.

all that i want is you

even if i’m a fool

why do i fall for you

no turning back once we’re connected

he heard a knock on his door and looked up to see Changbin smiling at him.

“nice.” he said.

“thanks, man.” Chan replied.

“so, what’s the plan?” Jisung appeared in the doorway.

“i think he’s moving into these relationships too fast.” came Minho’s voice.

Chan frowned.

“i haven’t been in a relationship in over more than 3 years.”

“so, what was that thing with, uh what was her name again?” Seungmin said, his head poking out the door, as Jeongin agreed with him.

Hyunjin and Minho sighed, shaking their heads.

“are we missing out on something?” Jeongin asked.

“maknae’s, you’re both grounded for five hours.” Changbin face-palmed himself.

“oh ha ha.” were the boys’ reply.

Chan laughed as the boys bickered.

“not our fault we’re always the last ones to know, cause this workaholic here is always in here or his studio at JYP.” Seungmin defended them.

“alright, i’ll try to be less of a workaholic and be more with you guys.” Chan gave in.

“now go get miss mysterious, hyung!” Jeongin said.

“plan says i have to wait.”

“what plan?” Felix’s eyes widened as he looked at the others.

Chan smirked and his eyes flashed.

“ohh, he doesn’t want us to know.” Jisung said pointing at himself and the others.

“ahh, Channie hyung.” Seungmin began. “you’re grounded for fifteen hours.” he winked at the others.

“oh come on! what’d i do now!” Chan asked his dongsaengs exasperatedly.

“you didn’t tell us the plan.” Hyunjin said simply.

“hey, i just thought of it and i’ve got a personal life too, you know!”

“ooh, personal, is it hyung?” Minho said, smirking at Chan.

“uh, what are you guys up to?”

the others grinned.

“guys?” Chan asked with a note of panic in his voice.

the guys ran at Chan and began tickling him.

“guys, guys, stop- stop it. please!” Chan choked out.

— ❀ —

the afternoon passed as the guys just hung around their dorm.

the guys shortened Chan’s period of grounded-ness to six hours because he told them what he was going to do.

“okay, listen.” he told the guys as they all sat in a line on the floor, with Chan in front of the tv.

“i’m gonna go to the beach again tonight and most probably, she’s gonna be there. so, i’ll ask her out then.”

Minho burst out laughing.

“do you seriously think she goes for moonlit strolls everyday?”

“hey, lots of people do and i just know she’s gonna be there.” Chan said defensively.

“good luck, hyung.” Seungmin said, patting his shoulder.

— ❀ —

at the same time as the day before, Chan left the house, pausing again to pet Soonie and walked to the beach, wishing on the stars as he went that the girl would be there.

just like the last day, he took off his shoes and walked into the water, admiring the moon.

why did it have to be so beautiful?

a girl giggled.

Chan looked, and jumped with joy. the mysterious girl was there!

wow, she’s more beautiful than before. he thought.

Chan walked over to her.

“hi.”

“hello.”

“i’m Chan.”

“hello Chan. i’m Y/n.”

“that’s a beautiful name.”

she giggled again.

“thank you.”

Chan smiled.

“do you come here every day?”

“i, uh, no.”

“really? but i saw you here yesterday too.”

did she?

“oh, well. d- do you wanna know the truth?”

“yeah, sure.”

“okay, look. i saw you here yesterday too and i just couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. i mean, i just couldn’t believe how someone could be so pretty. i’m here just because i thought that you might be here too. i wanted to talk to you.”

thank god it’s dark. Chan thought as he blushed.

“really? w- well, you know. i don’t come here every day either. i just saw you here, and thought i’d see you again today. it’s like love at first sight! know what i mean?” she asked and grinned shiftily at him.

“i know exactly what you mean.” Chan smiled.

she smiled and looked up at the moon.

''can i kiss you?''

''yes.''

Chan leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips.

he took her hand.

“wanna walk with me?”

“yes.”

— ❀ —

“Min! i’m adopting Soonie!” Chan yelled as he entered their dorm.