#tea. pleeeaaase

[undercovergamer]

❤️Gimmie Attention!❤️

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Hiatus who? Writer’s block what? Never heard of them (watch me fade out again after this 💀 istg). I’m alive, just tired and suffering with a load of executive dysfunction 🫠 adhd is a super power 🥰 /J /S (no it’s not /srs)

Itto was bored out of his mind and decided to bother Ayato about it so they could snuggle. He was understimulated on top of it all and wanted Ayato’s help to fulfill his sensory need. Unfortunately for him, his beloved human was too occupied with work to give him the love he needed so badly. He’d have to wait his turn, but would the wait be worth it?

Word Count: ≈4600

It was a normal day in Inazuma. Ayato was dealing with some paperwork in his office, sipping some boba tea on the side to treat himself. He’d made significant progress today and was about to finish off the last few documents… until someone stepped into his office rather loudly, interrupting his workflow.

Ayato didn’t see who it was at first…

“Please, whatever the matter, I’m far too busy. I must ask… oh! Hello.” …but soon recognized the man standing before him, feeling an embarrassed blush on his face.

“Bwahahahaha! Aw c’mon, don’t you recognize lil’ ol’ me?” Itto stood there with a proud smile, closing the door behind him before walking up to the commissioner’s desk.

“A-Ah, my apologies, dear. I’ve been so consumed with work I’d forgotten you’d visit today…” Ayato admitted sheepishly, deciding to take a brief break from his duties to chat.

“Heheheh! I can tell. You work too much! Don’t you wanna chill? Ooh! Let’s go out on a date right now!” Itto exclaimed excitedly, leaning on Ayato’s desk with a big ol’ grin on his face, his eyes glimmering with joy.

“Hahaha, oh, darling… I’m so sorry, but I can’t leave just yet. I still have documents left to go through, you see.” he said, gesturing towards the stack of papers laid aside on his desk. It was surprisingly small considering his usual schedule.

Itto’s excitement faded slightly, which made Ayato feel concerned. The oni glanced down at the desk before saying “Who needs all this paperwork anyway?! Boooring! You work basically every day, man! Can’t you take some time off? Just today?” Itto tried making a cute face, hoping to convince his darling human with his charm. “Pleeeaaase?”

Ayato reached out to stroke Itto’s cheek, smiling softly as the oni leaned into the touch. “Sweetheart… as much as I would love to spend time with you, I can’t leave my desk right now… I’m sorry, my darling.”

“But-…” It was clear Itto missed him, given the sad look in his eyes. The two hadn’t spent much time together this week since Ayato had been so busy. Although his goal was to finish all of his work as fast as possible, that had already taken three days…

“Oh, Itto…” Ayato gently squeezed his cheek before standing up to comfort him, walking to the other side of his desk to give Itto a hug, which the latter basically melted into.

“C’moooon… gimmie attention! Paperwork can wait, I’m way more fun!” Itto groaned with boredom, trying to hide his loneliness, but Ayato saw right through him. Especially with how tight the hug got as if Itto was desparate not to let go.

“I promise you, the moment I’m done with this stack of papers, I’ll get right back to you.” Ayato reassured him and stroked his head, which seemed to go well since Itto perked up with a smile.

…a mischievous one at that. “Or~ you could take a few minutes off right now~ so we can be silly… hahaha!”

“Now now, dear. I’m sure you can wait j-just a f-few- hmph-!” Ayato was interrupted as a ticklish shiver got sent down his spine.

“Heh… what’s wrong~? You seem so tense all of a sudden.” Itto teased, definitely not tracing his nails on his boyfriend’s back. Totally not on purpose either.

“I-Itto…!” The audacity! He knows darn well how ticklish Ayato is there!

“C’moooon~ there’s a way out of this, y’know...” the oni teased, trying to persuade him to do… well, anything that wasn’t paperwork.

“Pfft~.. hgh..!”

“Gimmie attention!”

“Y-You already h-hahave it..!”

“Uh… well, I want more!”

Ayato tried to wiggle himself free, but Itto hugged him tighter and tickled him more, causing him to laugh and struggle. “Wahahahait! Nohohoho!”

“Tickle tickle~ heheheh…”

“Itto! Hahahahahaha! Stop it!”

“Why~? Changed your mind yet?”

“Ahahahahahaha! L-Lehehet’s tahahalk! Plehehease!”

“Uh-huh… hmph, fine.” Itto stopped his mischief, briefly letting go of Ayato as well.

“Ah.. heh… thank you.” Ayato cleared his throat. “Now, let us make a deal. You let me finish my work, and-”

“But that’ll take ages! I’ll have turned to dust by then, man! Or- or at least be asleep…!” Itto interrupted impatiently, crossing his arms.

“Please, let me speak… ahem, you let me finish, and I’ll give you kisses right now in return… and of course those cuddles I know you crave so much.” Ayato smiled and booped Itto’s nose to cheer him up.

“H-Huh? For real?!” It worked like a charm as Itto was quickly back to his energetic self.

“Yes, for real, my love.” Ayato felt happy to see the good results.

“Haha, noice!! Just don’t take too long~ or I might not let ya go!” Itto said with a playful expression, sticking his tongue out as he held his beloved close to himself once again.

“Hahaha, I’ll give you as much attention as your heart desires, my sweet…” he said, holding Itto close in return and kissing him softly, planting gentle smooches on his cheeks, his chin, his forehead… saving the best for last with a kiss on his lips. Itto loved the attention of course, smiling too much to properly kiss back, with both of them finding it rather amusing.

“There… are you satisfied~?” Ayato asked, his gaze full of love as he smiled at the oni.

“Hmm~… how about a hundred more?” Itto asked with a playful chuckle.

“Oh my, how greedy…” Ayato teased, giving him a quick tickle to the sides as he let go, making him jump.

“Ack! Hey!” Itto was quick to defend, covering his sides and taking a step back just in case.

“Hehe~ you’re fun to tease, my dear… but for now, I must unfortunately ask you to leave my office.” Ayato said with a gentle smile, hoping he’d would understand.

“Aw, you’re no fun…” Itto frowned.

“I’m sorry, darling. Could you please be patient?” Ayato asked gently with an understanding smile, stroking Itto’s cheek. “For me?”

“Hmm… fine~ I’ll try.” Itto said, smiling again before the two of them kissed once more.

“Good… I’ll come look for you when I’m done, okay?” Ayato smirked and gently stroked Itto’s cheeks with his thumbs.

“Okay! I- uh.. I’d say have fun, but this-… I don’t think that’s possible there.” Itto said, gesturing towards the paperwork.

“Haha… oh, you’re right. But it’ll all be worth it in the end, so don’t run off too far!” Ayato replied, looking forward to spending his free time with the love of his life.

“Pfft, hahahahaha! Well, when you’re done, y’know where to find me! .. unless I’m somewhere else!” Itto said with a loving smile, chuckling at his own joke.

“You little rascal…” Ayato shook his head with an affectionate look on his face.

“Hey! Who you callin’ little?” Itto retorted playfully, glaring at him for the funny.

“Oh, shush…” Ayato rolled his eyes. “You big, strong rascal… haha~” oh how he loved this man…

“Heheh, that’s better. Uh.. I’ll see ya later then!” Itto chuckled and headed for the door, glancing at his partner.

“Indeed. See you later, my dearest~” Ayato replied, smiling and waving him goodbye. With that, he was alone with his duties again.

After what felt like a thousand years for Itto, Ayato finally finished work and went out of his office to look for his darling oni. He knew he’d find him somewhere at the estate, but he was unsure where exactly.

Out of curiosity, he checked the time… oh gods, it’d been hours since they talked! It was already getting late, but thanks to that Ayato knew where to look now. He decided to check the bedroom, figuring Itto would be resting by now. And there he was, chilling in their shared bed as he waited for Ayato. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep.

“Itto…?” Ayato carefully shut the door as he went in, checking on his lover. He thought he might be pretending since his eye mask was off. No matter, Ayato had to change his clothes before getting into bed anyway. He tried to make it quick, switching from his usual formal attire to his comfier sleepwear.

“Hmm…” He’d been glancing at Itto occassionally, just to see if he’d break the act. But there was no reaction, so Ayato shrugged it off and decided to get into the bed. As he sat next to his partner and leaned in to take a closer look,

“Boo!!” Itto suddenly scared Ayato, making him jolt back with a surprised expression.

“Ah! Goodness…!” Ayato chuckled as the shock wore off, somewhat relieved by the oni’s laughter.

“Hahahahahah! Gotcha~ ahahahaha!” He thought it was hilarious, already laughing up a storm.

“Oh, please…” Ayato rolled his eyes, ruffling Itto’s hair. “You rascal. That’s no way to treat your partner~”

“Hahahaha! You should’ve seen your face..!” Itto giggled, excited to finally spend time with Ayato.

“Shut up. Hahaha…!” Ayato made sure his tone was playful so Itto wouldn’t misunderstand.

“Hehe~ nuh-uh…” He’d calmed down from his giggling fit by now, stretching out before sitting up.

“Ayato! Hey! Um…” Itto would always get shy when asking for affection so directly.

“Yes, dear?” Ayato already knew.

“Heh… uh… c-can we cuddle?” It was cute how his cheeks turned red at such a simple request.

“Of course, love. I did promise, didn’t I?” Ayato laid down on his back, coaxing his darling to come over.

“Sweet!!” Itto laid with his arms tightly wrapped around Ayato, resting his head on his chest as if he were a pillow and listening to his heartbeat. It was such a calming sound, he thought as he nuzzled lovingly. Ayato softly ran his fingers through Itto’s hair, petting his head as he snuggled closer with a content smile.

“Are you comfortable, my dear?” Ayato asked softly.

“Mhm… you’re warm…” Itto replied, nuzzling his face into Ayato’s chest. “Are you comfy too?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, I am.” Ayato replied with a smile, gently stroking his oni’s cheek.

“Mmkay, let me know if I get too heavy!” Itto said, somehow cuddling closer. This was their usual position as the oni’s weight helped reduce stress in the other man. A much-needed weighted blanket…

“Of course, darling. Now, just relax~” Ayato began gently scratching the top of Itto’s head. He knew his beloved oni really liked that feeling.

Ah, this was just perfect. The light was dim, the bed was cozy, and Ayato could take the next day off with ease. After such a long and stressful work day, the oni was like a big, happy blanket in his arms. The tight hug, the snuggles… Ayato felt so loved receiving this adoring affection. The two of them rested like this for a while with some light chatter, until Ayato felt a familiar sensation upon his waist…

“Ack-! Itto, w-what are you d-dohoing?” It seemed the oni had other plans for tonight… again.

“What? I’m just chillin’.” Itto said, totally not performing any mischievous actions.

“Pfft- I-Itto, s-stohop thahat..!” Ayato could feel fingers wiggling near his lower back. He tried to contain himself, but he was really ticklish in that area.

“Whaaaat? I’m not doing anything~” Itto teased, giggling to himself and hugging his beloved human closer.

“Pfft- i-it tihihickles! Mph- hehhehehe..!” Itto’s fingers kept increasing in speed, playfully wiggling and poking at Ayato’s lower back. It was really difficult to stay still.

“Hehe, what’s wrong?” Itto asked, grinning with amusement and looking at Ayato’s smiling face.

“Y-You’re t-tickling mehehEHE! ACK- nohOHOHOho!!” Itto started playfully vibrating his fingers into Ayato’s lower back and waist, earning himself lots of joyful laughter and adorable squirms.

“Alright, you got me! Tickle tickle tickle~” Itto teased, playfully sticking his tongue out while tickling his boyfriend silly.

“AhahahAHAHAhaha!! IttohohOHO!!” Ayato was trapped in that ticklish hug. Itto was too strong to escape from!

“Aw, what’s wrong, feeling giggly? Hmm? Hehehe! Your laugh is so cute~” Itto said, playfully burying his face into him.

“Hahahehehehe!! EEK! NOHOhOhohahahahAHA!!” The mixed sensations tickled so bad it made him squeal.

“Aww! Do that again, that was adorable! Hehehe!” Itto giggled and nuzzled him more, trying to get another squeal out of him.

“Ahahaha!! Ittohoho! StohohOHOP!!” Ayato struggled to somehow grab those tickling hands, but to no avail.

“Hehehe, okay, okay.” Itto stopped tickling and hugged Ayato tightly before pulling his arms free from under him. Then he laid back down, resting his head on the commissioner’s chest for a moment before asking, “Should I get off? You sound kinda winded right now…”

Ayato was still giggling a little bit while catching his breath. “Huff… haha…! N-No, it’s fihine…” Itto couldn’t help but giggle too, he thought Ayato was adorable.

“I love your laugh so much. You sound so happy! It’s so cute!” Itto said, smiling at him and pinching his cheek to tease.

“Oh, haha, thank you darling. That’s very sweet of you to say.” Ayato replied with a warm smile, blushing slightly and gently brushing Itto’s pinch away.

“Hmm… I wanna hear it again, hehe!” Itto said, playfully wiggling his fingers near Ayato’s waist.

“W-Wait, d-don’t you dahahare-! Ah! PffwhahahAHAHAHAhaha!!” He didn’t grab them fast enough before they latched onto his waist, tickling mercilessly.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Mwahahahahahaha!” Itto just loved to play with Ayato, smiling and giggling along with that precious laughter.

“Ahahahahaha!! NoHOHOhahaha!! Plehehehease! StahaHAHAhahap!!” Ayato tried to push him away somehow, but it didn’t help. His squirming couldn’t save him from the oni’s vicious claws. Before stopping, Itto decided to playfully scribble all over his tummy. “Ticklish here?”

“Ittohohohoho!!” Ayato swatted at his hands, wrapping his arms around himself in defense. He hadn’t laughed this much in a long time…

“Alright, alright, I guess you can live for now. Heheh~…” Itto teased, stopping his ticklish torment and ruffling Ayato’s hair. “Your laughter is honestly so precious! I love it so much.” he added, playfully nuzzling Ayato’s neck while he caught his breath again.

“Haha.. hah… o-oh gods…!”

“You okay?” he said, pulling away to check on his lover.

“Ha… haha… please…! I need to rest…” Ayato replied with a tired smile, gently stroking Itto’s cheek.

“Hmm…” Itto smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head into Ayato’s hand to feel his warmth.

“Hahaha, my, my… How adorable you are, my dear.” Ayato said, gently petting his face with both hands.

“Hehehe! Nuh-uhhh! You’re the adorable one here!” Itto replied, smiling and blushing softly. He was loving the affection!

“Uh-huh. I guess you’re the cutie then, since I’m adorable… right~?” Ayato teased, playfully ruffling the oni’s hair.

“No way! How dare you?” Itto said, giggling and trying to hide his growing blush. Damn, Ayato really knew how to make a man melt, huh?

“Hehe~ I love you so much, sweetheart…” Ayato said, gently pinching and playing with Itto’s ears for the funny.

“I love you t-toohoo-! pfft~ hey! That tickles!” Itto quickly sat up to defend his ears, feeling embarrassed.

“Haha, how could I resist? Your ears are simply adorable. Don’t you agree?” Ayato spoke with love in his voice and a genuine smile.

Itto’s face flushed red and he stuttering as he struggled to respond properly. He didn’t know if he should hide his face or his ears, feeling too flustered to think straight. It seems Ayato landed a critical hit.

“Aww, feeling shy, my dear? Hehe~ Come here, darling.” Ayato teased with a chuckle, inviting him to a hug so they’d resume their cuddles.

Itto huffed and hugged him tight, burying his blushing face into Ayato’s neck. “You’re mean…” he muttered. His face felt hot.

“Hahaha, I know… I’ll let you calm down, my love. It’s okay.” Ayato said, gently petting Itto’s head and holding him close. He’s surprisingly easy to fluster if you know what to compliment. He felt so loved he didn’t know what to do with himself, melting to the loving touch of Ayato.

“Are you alright, my sweet~?” Ayato asked softly, running his fingers through Itto’s hair.

“Mm~… yeah… I love you~” Itto said, feeling so happy and loved.

“Aw… I love you too, sweetheart.” Ayato smiled softly, gently stroking Itto’s back, making him melt slowly. The two of them stayed like this for a while longer, until Ayato noticed how restless his darling seemed. He kept adjusting himself slightly, small and subtle movements that indicated he couldn’t stay still.

“Hey… darling? Are you feeling a bit bored by any chance?” Ayato asked, softly petting his head.

“Hmm~…” he seemed to like that.

“Say… would you like to switch places?” Ayato could tell why Itto was restless…

“Hm…? Yeah~ sure.” Itto replied, squeezing him in a hug for a little while before letting go and rolling to the side.

“Thank you, dear.” Ayato said, smiling at his lover and moving closer to him.

“Heheh, c’mere!” Itto felt impatient and simply pulled Ayato into the cuddles, letting him lay on top while hugging him tight.

“Oomph- hahaha…! Be careful, darling…” Ayato chuckled and adjusted his position to get more comfortable.

“Nuh-uhh~!” Itto kissed his forehead.

“Aww, look at you~” Ayato smiled, lightly stroking Itto’s cheeks. “So cute… I could eat you up.” he teased, deciding to unleash some mischief of his own by nuzzling and nibbling on Itto’s neck before he could react.

“Pfft- hahahaha! Hehehey! Thaha- EEK! Thahahat tihicklehehes!!” Itto protested through his surprised giggling fit, letting go of the hug and playfully trying to push Ayato’s face away.

“Hmm~ that’s too bad… hold still, please.” Ayato replied, nuzzling even more because yes.

“Hahahahahaha! Noooohahahaha! It tickles!!”

“I know~…” Ayato teased, lightly tickling Itto’s side and blowing air into his ear, raising the pitch of those adorable giggles.

“Eeek!! Hehehehahahahaha!! Nahahahaha- nahahat the ehehear!! Hehahahahahaha!!” Itto squirmed and tried to tilt his head away and cover his ear somehow, but Ayato had grabbed his wrist to prevent that.

“Oh, you’re so ticklish, darling. It’d be a shame if someone were to use that against you~” Ayato teased, blowing a small raspberry on his cheek.

“Hehehehehe!! Stohop teasing mehehehe!!” Itto complained, smiling and blushing from embarrassment while playfully pushing Ayato’s face away.

“What’s wrong, love? Can’t take what you dish out? What a shame~” he teased, gently tickling the oni’s ribs, eventually sitting up on his thighs while increasing the ticklish intensity. Suddenly, before the giggling Itto could register what was happening, Ayato started mercilessly tickling all over his tummy and abs, admiring his lover’s adorably happy and confused expression as he exploded into boisterous laughter and squirms.

“Aww, such a sweet smile you have, my love~” Ayato cooed, scribbling around all over the place.

“AAH!! EeheehehahAHAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, laughing like a child and kicking his legs.

“Hmm, does it tickle here too?” Ayato asked, using one hand to quickly tickle his bellybutton. Itto let out another surprised squeal before laughing his ass off, squirming around.

“EEK!! Y-YEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle, you silly oni~” Ayato teased, scratching and vibrating his fingers into the oni’s lower ribs, laughing to himself as Itto let out a playful scream and threw his head back to laugh louder. He was really ticklish in that area, which was rather obvious with how his squirming and wild kicking increased.

“HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Itto’s hands latched onto Ayato’s wrists in a playful attempt to pull the tickling hands away, which worked after a few seconds.

“My, my, you’re quite the wiggler, hehe. Now, would you kindly release my wrists, my sweet prince~?” Ayato asked with a smug smile.

“Ehehe! Nuh uh! Pfft- Y-You’re gonna have to break free yoursehelf!” Itto replied, still giggling like a madman.

“But didn’t you want to get tickled, silly? I thought that was the whole reason for your tickle attacks earlier.”

“Uh… um..” Itto’s face started to turn red. How did he know?!

“I’ve just been noticing a pattern.” Did Ayato just read his thoughts? Itto remained silent, he didn’t know what to say. “By now you’d surely know such mischief results in tickles, right~?”

Itto started giggling again. Turns out his true intentions were obvious all along! How silly!“I-I’m allowed to fight back! Eheh! G-Good luck tickling me without hands, hahaha!” He laughed to himself and gave Ayato a cocky smile, thinking he had achieved some kind of victory.

“Oh… I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeves, darling.” Ayato said, giving Itto a very mischievous smile that sent chills down his spine. What was he planning?

“Pfft- as if! Y-You’re bluffing!” Itto challenged, trying to stay cool.

“Just wait and see, my love~” Ayato began leaning closer. Itto didn’t quite understand what was going on until Ayato started to softly kiss and nuzzle his abs. Itto blushed and tried his hardest not to giggle. Yeah, it felt nice and all, but he was too ticklish hold still. It got worse when Ayato began kissing down to his belly instead.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Feeling ticklish?” He teased, hearing his lover snicker.

“Snrk- n-nope!” Itto replied quickly, stifling his giggles and holding Ayato’s wrists tightly. He mustn’t let go, or he’ll lose the game!

“Oh, what a shame.” Ayato replied, picking a different method...

“Mhm-hmhmhm pfft- wahahahait!! EEK! Nahahahahat thahahahahat!!” Itto shook his head and burst into a wild giggling fit as Ayato started to nibble at his belly and abs. It tickled so bad his legs kicked like crazy… or at least as much as they could while trapped under Ayato.

“I’m hungry, you have to share some of that. Don’t be greedy now~” Ayato teased, flustering the poor oni while softly biting at the sensitive skin.

“BUHUHUHUT IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, blushing like a cherry and giggling frantically.

“I know, darling. But sharing is caring~” Ayato replied, enjoying his ticklish meal.

“Eehehehehehe- *hic* nohohoho!!” He’d never admit how much he loved it. There was something extra loving and special about Ayato tickling him with kisses and such. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“Oh, you’re just so cute I could eat you right up!” Ayato said playfully. His nibbles eventually made their way up to Itto’s sensitive ribs, making him squirm more and laugh louder. Some more soft bites and ticklish squeals later, Ayato stopped so his darling oni could breathe.

“There~… You really are adorable, you know that?” Ayato said with a gentle smile, his wrists still held in Itto’s hands.

“Haha… hah… hehe…! Is that all you got?!” Itto challenged, giggling to himself as he caught his breath. He was loving this game so far!

“Really now? You want me to go for the kill already, do you?” Ayato raised an eyebrow, surprised at how fast his boyfriend had recovered.

“Pfft, your hands are mine! What are you gonna do ‘bout it, huh?” Itto had an attitude about it, secretly hoping to rile him up.

“Oh, my dear… Don’t you need a breather first?” Ayato asked, making sure to double-check before proceeding.

“Heh… nah, I’m having fun! I can take anything!!” Itto replied with a big ol’ grin, not ready to surrender yet.

“We’ll see about that~” Ayato inhaled and leaned down to Itto’s tummy again.

“Ah- w-wahait nohohoho! N-Nohot thahat!! Don’t you dahahahare!!” Itto quickly realized what was about to happen, giggling and squirming in anticipation. His giggles quickly turned into boisterous laughter again once Ayato began blowing raspberries on him. The commissioner found it very amusing how Itto would throw his head back to let out playful screams and loud laughter with each raspberry. They were both having lots of fun with this! “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto eventually let go of Ayato’s wrists to try and push him away. “It tickles~!!”

“I know, darling, I know.” Ayato replied, playfully tickling his ribs and sides while nuzzling his abs, blowing one last raspberry right on his bellybutton. “Ready to give up~?”

Unfortunately, Itto was starting to feel overstimulated and couldn’t handle it anymore. They’d both overestimated how much stamina the oni had left. “AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-YEHEHEHES!! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

As soon as he heard that, Ayato instantly stopped tickling and sat up, giving him a caring smile and loving strokes to help get rid of the leftover tingles while calming him down.

“It’s okay, darling. It’s okay. Breathe. You’ve had enough now…” he said with a gentle voice, getting off of Itto’s legs.

“Ahah… heh… huff… hehe…” Itto still had a smile on his face, which Ayato felt relieved to see. Had he truly been pushed over the edge, he would’ve looked sad instead.

“There you go… deep breaths, sweetheart…” Ayato soothed, helping him relax as the two breathed together. “Phew… haha…” After the oni had calmed down, Ayato kissed him on the forehead and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“Heh… y-yeah…! I needed that…” Itto giggled slightly, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that. I can’t get enough of that sweet laughter you have. It’s such a wonderful sound.” Ayato said, gently squishing Itto’s face with his hands and softly pinching his cheeks. He couldn’t resist the cute aggression.

“Pff, stooooppp! Let go!” Itto protested playfully, a bit flustered from such a compliment.

“Hehe~ you sweet little thing…” Ayato kissed his forehead, smiling lovingly at him. Such a cutie…

“Sh-Shut up…” Itto blushed and avoided eye contact.

“Would you like to cuddle, my dear? Or should I get you some water first?” Ayato asked, still petting the oni and playing with his face gently.

“Hmn… I don’t need water… I think…” Itto replied, adjusting to lay on his side instead. He seemed sleepy after all that chaos, so Ayato laid down next to him. “Are you sure…?” he asked softly.

“Heh… yeah… I just need you~” Itto replied with a smug look before the two of them adjusted together, resuming their original cuddle position. Itto laid atop Ayato, this time high up enough to nestle his face into his neck.

“Are you comfortable, my dearest~?” Ayato asked, stroking his back softly. Itto let out a satisfied hum, nuzzling Ayato gently.

“Mm~… Ayato..? Could you.. uh.. y’know…” Itto had a request, but struggled to express it.

“Yes, dear? Use your words~” Ayato replied, softly squeezing the oni in his arms to help him feel secure.

After a little while of mental preparing, Itto asked shyly, “Um… could you- uh… t-tickle my back too? … p-please?” He always felt embarrassed when asking directly.

“Oh? Hehe, of course, my dear. Just relax~…” Ayato said soothingly, softly tracing and gently scratching Itto’s back all the way up and down with slow and caring motions. The sensation felt very relaxing, only a little bit ticklish as Itto let out occassional chuckles here and there, melting to the touch.

“Hm… good night, my dearest…” Ayato said softly, teasingly tracing over Itto’s sides and waist as well, though he was gentle enough to keep him relaxed and calm.

“Mm~… heh~… night night~” Itto hugged him tighter, burying his face into his neck before slowly loosening as he started falling asleep. He shivered a little bit and let out soft, quiet giggles, but not a single protest or complaint. Ayato hummed a soft tune for him as well, lulling him to sleep.

Ah… this was just perfect. The soft breaths and quiet chuckles from his partner, the reassuring pressure of laying under him like this; it felt so comforting and cozy. This really was the perfect way to spend a night after such a long workday. Ayato felt like the happiest man in the world, holding the love of his life as he lulled him to sleep with the gentlest of tickles.

Itto sure is lucky his back isn’t a death spot unlike Ayato’s… It’s a silly thing to think about.

[genius-daddy]

Don't worry, once you get done with work we can help you destress and make you nice teas and get you nice and relaxed in blankets.

*Kisses gently on the snoot*

-Shadow

Pleeeaaase do that...

[toomanythoughts33]

I posted 2,177 times in 2022

That's 2,152 more posts than 2021!

62 posts created (3%)

2,115 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@raelwrites

@fluffytimearts

@mystery-of-arkham-asylum

@clints-lucky-arrow

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

I tagged 172 of my posts in 2022

#lol - 23 posts

#memes - 11 posts

#marvel - 8 posts

#moon knight - 8 posts

#love - 7 posts

#mcu moon knight - 7 posts

#funny - 6 posts

#cottagecore - 6 posts

#mcu - 6 posts

#stranger things - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#enough to know that crisp wine is going to need a chiropractor after carrying that entire movie on his back

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Listen i know we only got like a minute of him but i NEED some jake lockley content pleeeaaase

14 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#4

why. whyyyyyyyyy. i came here to have a jolly old time and meet jake and see the three of them get back to the land of the living and instead I’m over here Crying because Steven just DIED and Mark deserves better than how his mom treated him when he was a CHILD. GOSH DANG IT MARVEL LET ME WATCH MOON KNIGHT IN PEACE

14 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#3

Does anyone else want to be Layla when they grow up? i wanna be Layla when i grow up she’s so freaking COOL

26 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#2

Honestly incorrect quotes/text posts on top of a character’s picture is the best thing to ever happen. that stuff will cheer u the heck up

32 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

To all of the blogs i follow, i love what you do. you are so amazing and talented. just wanted to remind yall! @fluffytimearts @raelwrites @officialheroesofolympus @tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove @the-poetic-boy @ask-theeternals @ask-michelle-mj-jones @a-dedicated-duck-out-for-quack @apologies-from-jerome-valeska @druig-knight-mcu @directly-from-the-batcave @darkmoviesquotespizza @earths-mightiest-influencers @goodchristianmemes @hashtagonlyingotham @hellsite-hall-of-fame @huntergatherercreator @hela-odindottir @howl-fantasies @itsapeterthing @im-a-wonderling @illbeyouranchor @incorrectdruigandmakkari @incorrect-random-fandom @jeremiah-va1eska @jim-gordon-gcpd @littlewavesonthemoon @mystery-of-arkham-asylum @official-chaotic-wandamaximoff @official-sam-wilson @official-steve-rogers @poetry-siir @riddlemethisfollowers @randomreasonstolive @raimi-spider-man-rp @sosuperawesome @siir-poesia @stcr--bcbe @thelatestkate @thestarkchildren

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[roxxxy-android]

Pleeeaaase, I need kitty girl! That's the tea!

[bwela07]

Shady Royalty

Chapter 1

How it all started

○●○ Annie's POV ○●○

It was another beautiful sunny day in the Nature kingdom. Annie smiles as she admires her mom's beautiful tulip garden. She always comes to tend to her mom's many guardians whenever she misses her mom's company. It's always bittersweet, spending time alone in the garden. It's a reminder of the woman her mom used to be, as well as a reminder that Annie can't use her powers properly to grow such beautiful flowers. Annie sighs sorrowfully. She decides to leave the garden before the bittersweet feeling turns into grief. She decides to go to an open space near the back of the castle. She aslways goes there to practice using her powers. The open space is more of an open field. Annie plans on making a garden of her own using nothing but her powers. She has been trying to do so for about a year and a half now.

Annie grunts in frustration as she continues trying to make a flower grow. At this point, she'll be grateful if she even grows a weed. Dandelions are her favorite plants after all. Like every other time she tries, no results are shown. Annie sighs in annoyance.

"Don't worry darling. You'll be able to grow the most beautiful flowers soon enough", a voice suddenly says from behind her. Annie turn to face the voice. Her eyes ligh up once she sees who's cheering her up.

"Thanks mom", Annie says with a smile. Her mom chuckles at the sight of Annie's renewed motivation.

"You never give up, no matter what happens. I admire your motivation and your bravery", her mom says lovingly.

"I try my best", Annie says while rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I can tell", her mom answers.

"Come on. You must be exhausted after putting in all that effort. Let's have some tea together", her mom offers.

"Together?", Annie asks in shock.

"Of course! It's about time we spend some time together", her mom replies with a smile. Annie couldn't agree more. She happily skips along as the two of them make their way back inside the castle.

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Annie happily hums to herself as she makes her way to her room. The hallway leading to her room is filled with all kinds of plants from the floor to the ceiling. The scent of tulips dominating over the other flowers.

Some day, Dandelions will dominate this hallway! Annie thinks to herself. She giggles cheekily as she starts planning out how to change the esthetic of the hallway to match her liking.

Annie opens the door and finds Samantha dusting her bookshelf.

"Hi Samatha!", Annie says cheerfully.

"Hello princess. Your back earlier than usual", Samantha comments in her usual calm tone.

"Today was amazing! Sure, I didn't get to practice for that long, but I finally got some quality time with my mom!", Annie explains enthusiastically as she lets herself fall on her bed.

"That sounds amazing princess", Samantha says dryly.

Annie sits up and looks at Samantha with a raised eyebrow. Over the years that they have known each other, Annie has learned to pick up small details about Samantha's demeanor that others would otherwise not notice. Samatha always speaks calmly and her facial expression is always tranquil. However, Samantha usually speaks in a kind way to Annie. Wether it's because Annie's a princess or because they have a close relationship is something that Annie isn't so sure of.

"What's on your mind?", Annie asks curiously.

"Hmm? What do you mean?", Samantha asks innocently.

"I can tell that something is bothering you", Annie says playfully.

Samantha does not answer. She just continues dusting the shelves. Annie sighs.

"Fine. If it's personal, then I won't force you to tell me", Annie says begrudgingly.

"Thank you princess", Samantha says calmly.

"Please call me Annie. At least while it's only the two of us", Annie gets up and walks towards Samantha.

"I can't do that princess", Samantha replies.

"Pleeeaaase!", Annie begs while hugging Samantha. Puppy eyes would never work, so she always uses a comforting embrace instead.

"I'll think about it", Samantha decides after some hesitation.

"Yay!", Annie cheers.

"You do realize that when someone says, 'I'll think about it', it's just a polite way of saying no, right?", Samantha comments.

"Only 85% of the time!", Annie says cheerfully.

"You are too optimistic for your own good", Samantha says with a sigh.

"But that's a good thing, right?", Annie asks. Samantha chuckle slightly.

"That's up to you to decide", Samantha replies. Annie smiles. She loves it whenever she can make Samantha chuckles or smile.

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Annie hides under the windowsill and listens in on the maids arguing. She had been secretly following Samantha around for a few days now. As the days went by, she grew more and more concerned by Samantha's behavior. She decided that we would get to the bottom of the matter despite Samantha refusing to tell her anything. So now she's eavesdropping on an argument between Samantha and another maid.

"It's only for a few days. I just need to go and warn the king", Samatha explains calmly.

"Oh please. This is just a sad attempt of an excuse to get a few extra vacation days", the other maid says in a rather rude way.

"This is not an excuse. The king- ", Samatha tries to explain further, but is abruptly interrupted.

"Sammy, honey, I am sick and tired of you asking me to take over for you. If you approach me about this one more time, I am reporting you to the queen. If your excuse is as legitimate as you make it out to be, then surely you can bring this issue to her to begin with", the maid declares impolitely.

Footsteps are heared leaving the area. Then a sigh. Annie cautiously peaks through the window to look outside. Samantha pinches the bridge of her nose.

"This is never going to work", she says quietly to herself.

Despite being confused on the matter, Annie decides that she wants to help Samatha. She just needs to find a good enough excuse to give her permission to leave the castle...

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"Mom?", Annie asks as she knock on her mom's bedroom door.

The door opens seconds later, and the queen stands before her.

"What's wrong honey?", her mom asks.

"Well...", Annie starts.

"Well?", her mom raises an eyebrow.

"Can we discuss this in private?", Annie asks.

"Sure", her mom answers while stepping to the side to let Annie inside. Annie happily walks into her mom's room. She pulls aside the desk chair and sits down.

"What can I do for you darling?", her mom asks while sitting on her bed.

"Well, I was wondering if I could go on some sort of field trip out in the woods for a couple of days to practice using my powers. I figured that it would be better to practice using my element while being in my element, you know?", Annie explains nervously.

"Out in the woods? For a couple of days?", her mom repeats skeptically.

"Yup", Annie says with a nervous chuckle.

"Annie. Do you realize how crazy that sounds?", her mom questions.

"Well...it's definitely one of my crazier ideas...", Annie admits.

Her mom sighs. "What made you want to do this all of a sudden anyway?"

"I just really want to learn how to use my powers. For as long as I can remember, I have never had any control over my powers", Annie explains. She looks down at her hands sorrowfully. "I just...I was hoping that maybe I could learn from someone. Since...since you mostly spend your time in here", she mumbles. She doesn't dare look up to her mom. "I was hoping to learn from Samantha. And maybe some other royals. I know that it's dangerous, but Samantha can keep me safe."

"She's blind", her mom comments blatantly.

"But powerful and smart", Annie counters.

Her mom sighs in frustration. "This is ridiculous Anne", her mom says.

"Pleeeaaase!", Annie begs, "Please, please, please, please, pleeeaaase!"

"Annie-"

"Please, mom, please! I promise I'll be careful! I'll be in the next kingdom in no time! And Samantha is capable of so much more than you know! I'll be fine!"

"Annie!"

"Please!"

"Fine!", her mom yells begrudgingly.

"Yay! Thank you so much mom!", Annie quickly gets up, runs towards her mom and gives her a tight embrace. Her mom sighs in frustration.

"Which kingdom do you plan on going to?", she asks.

"Uhh...I didn't think that far ahead...", Annie says hesitantly.

Samantha mentioned the king, right? There's only one current kingdom that's ruled by a king...

"The Light kingdom."

"Alright. I'll let the king know", her mom says with a sigh.

"Please be careful out there Annie", she says worriedly. She gently strokes some of Annie's hair out of her face.

"I promise that I'll be careful mom", Annie says reassuringly. Her mom hugs her tighter in response.

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After running through the castle for what felt like forever, Annie finally found who she was looking for.

"Samantha!", Annie exclaims.

"There's no need to scream, princess. I'm blind, not deaf. Besides, your footsteps sound different from anyone else's", Samantha replies calmly.

"Huh? O-Oh...sorry about that...I guess I just got too exited", Annie says sheepishly.

"What's got you so exited anyway?", Samantha asks.

"We're going on a fiel trip!", Annie yells in excitement.

"A field trip? Where? Why?", Samantha asks calmly.

"To the Light kingdom! For training!", Annie explains happily.

"What? When?", Samantha's eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Now! Mom already let the king know that we're on our way. I'll go pack my stuff", Annie explains hastily.

"Alright princess. See you in a bit", Samantha says. She tries to speak in a calm tone, but her relief is seeping through. Annie smiles, pleased that she could help out Samantha. She quickly makes her way to her room and starts packing up anything that she deems necessary for this trip.

Next chapter >

[chaosmuffinwrites]

Something isn't right... (Part 1)

This story is longer than I originally anticipated so I'm going to be releasing it in parts. This is part one! Once I'm done, I will make a full repost of the whole story. This story isn't really horror, but is meant to unsettle you more than anything. Story is below the cut!

Tw: Death, guns, abuse, alcohol, cigarettes

“You have the wrong person! I never did that! I wouldn’t have sold you out to them!” The thuds of heavy boots started as a figure started to emerge, slowly stalking up from the shadows. The dim light hanging from the dingy ceiling lightly flickers, revealing a powerful woman who had ugly scars that had been raked across her face, her left eye clouded over from blindness. The gun she held in her hand was cold to my skin as she forced my chin up with the barrel. 

“You just love to talk don’t you” her voice grizzles “Here. Let me help you with that minor character flaw…” 

BANG 

The gunshot resounds throughout the halls, suddenly plunging me into a darkened void. Surprisingly, no pain strikes me. I fell for what felt like hours, then landed on solid ground. Almost as if materialized into creation, I stand in a room. 

“Hi! What’s your name?” A little girl’s voice questions. I look over to get a look at her. A large bruise adorns her arm, an old torn up doll cradled in her arms, and clothes that didn’t seem to have been washed anytime recently hung from her gaunt body. Scanning the room, it was a mess. The walls had small pieces of artwork clearly made by the average child. However, they were stained with random splashes of what seemed to be dried alcohol bottles that had been thrown in drunken rage. 

“I go by Atlas, what’s yours?” I hear my voice ring out. 

“Grace! Are you, my friend?” Her voice quivers slightly, as if she were afraid I was going to hurt her. I had nothing better to do, so I responded. 

“Sure. Do you wanna play, or something?” 

“TEA PARTY! TEA PARTY! Pleeeaaase?” 

“SHUT THE HELL UP GRACE! YOU KEEP YELLING, AND I’LL SHUT YOU UP MYSELF!” a loud voice yells from downstairs. Grace, obviously not expecting to be shouted at, starts to tear up. I walk up to her and give her my pocket watch. She looks down at its shimmering design and stops crying. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Just, stay here.” Understanding, she nods, while I walk downstairs. 

Stepping off the bottom step, I’m hit with the pungent scent of cigarettes and beer. The room I’ve just stepped into is completely dark, except for a moving light coming from around the corner. As I walk closer to it, I start hearing a game show host talk about whatever challenge was next. Turning the corner, there lay the mostly barren room save for the broken recliner and a table holding a small television. Scattered across the floor were empty chip bags and glass beer bottles, explaining the complete state of disarray the rest of the house was in. 

What if I told him off? What could he do? He’s probably drunk, I could take him out. 

Before I could do anything however…. 

CRASH 

[fullofdead]

I kinda really want to write a thread in which Hades has to reluctantly play the part of a loving husband so his spouse doesn't leave him (and take away his PTO because he only married them to have a stand-in when he goes alone on vacation)

Just reluctantly going off a tangent about how he loves them (he doesn't) and doing everything in his power to prove it on date night.

Hades vc: yes, of course I love you my darling one, my furnace, my poplar tree, my sweetest ambrosia in my peppermint tea, now can we PLEEEAAASE get moving?! I don't have all day. I've got appointments waiting for me, my dentist squeezed me in on Monday, I have plans in August, gotta take Cerberus to the vet...

[lepidopterium]

MAG......MAG 186.....

[thehousesunite]

i spent five minutes laughing at your 'ad break'. and then i made this

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That. That is beautiful. I love that - Winter

[kevin-the-bruyne]

pleeeaaase spill the tea! what is it about tutor*yim?

It's nothing serious I just think Yim is very much NOT into being in a CP but alas the laws of the land is making him and it actually has such hilarious results. Like this part from their Phuket trip will never not be funny to me:

I almost spit my water out when this happened because i was cackling. I'm just like SIR he is just trying to do his job 🤣🤣🤣

And then of course there is P'Kla spilling the beans:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like Tutor is always trying to do cutesy CP stuff with Yim and Yim is trying his best to pull gags to avoid it:

like this whole alien-human pair gag they have going

Honestly I love it. It's a very 'fresh' way of going about an ICP and I think it's really working for them. I'm sure they have a perfectly amicable relationship and are probably friends. Yim never comes off as hostile or unhappy. He's probably just shy.

I do think Yim needs to be put out of his misery soon and Tutor can find someone who's content doing more conventional CP stuff with him.

[judysupremus]

Use Your Brain, part 11

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Some setup for shenanigans!

Thank you for reading❤️

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It wasn't hard to convince Alfred to help him. The older man knew everything that ever happened in the manor and probably knows everything that ever will occur.

Damian made it to the hotel early in the morning and, as promised, found Marinette grumpily starring out at the dingy street.

"Morning, Angel."

"Not until coffee. Pleeeaaase!" She started to lean into him like should would Alya or Nino but pulled herself back up. "Sorry." She wrinkled her nose before continuing. "Are we walking?"

"I think it's best. Does someone know you'll be with me all day?"

"Ye-" she started but yawned halfway through. "Alix. She has your number, too. She won't say anything unless she needs to."

"I'm glad to hear it. Come on, coffee is this way." Damian picked up her hand and tucked it onto his arm. She maintained a reasonable distance after he told her he wasn't fond of physical touch. But the fact that he initiated made her happy.

They reached the cafe and Marinette had her hands wrapped around the warm cup when her phone chimed. She groaned loudly.

"Akuma?"

"Yup." She pulled up the Nadja's broadcast and scooted over so Damian could watch as well. Baby Augustus towered over the buildings of Paris.

"Not again." Marinette chugged the rest of her coffee and dropped the cup in the garbage.

"I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be back soon."

"I'm coming with you." Damian stood quickly and finished his tea.

"Excuse you?" She spluttered and blushed.

Damian realized what it sounded like and flushed. "You know what I meant. Do you need to grab Adrien?"

Marinette left the cafe with Damian hot on her heels. She stopped and looked around. He waited for her answer as she muttered under her breath.

"It will be safer if we go get him first." She gave a small sigh. "So much for a quiet day alone." She looked at him and held out her hand.

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Damian watched from a secluded Parisian rooftop and Ladybug and Chat Noir battled the akuma. He had been shocked to see that the victim was only a toddler. They all knew it had happened before from Tim's research. But watching Ladybug comfort the small boy after having had to fight him made it all the more real.

"She's one of a kind. I hope you don't break her heart. I'd hate to have to hide your body." Chat Noir stated from just behind him.

"Tt. What makes you think you'd win?"

"I said hide your body. I know a more than a few people who'd be after your head."

They both continued to watch as Ladybug escaped reporters and made a a detoured route to their rooftop. Damian remained deep in thought.

"What will you do after Hawkmoth's defeat? Go back to your everyday lives?" He finally turned to Chat Noir and watched his expression turn sorrowful.

"I will likely have to try and move on no matter how much I don't want to. Ladybug will -" Chat Noir broke off as she swung to their rooftop.

"Ready to go boys?" She asked with a dazzling smile. It was obvious how much she loved helping people - how much pride she had it her role. Damian guessed Chat Noir had been about to tell him that she'll always want to be a hero.

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When they had returned to Gotham Adrien quickly left them to find his other friends. Lila had been short tempered and snappy and when asked said she was just anxious to go home to Paris. Apparently, the orphanage she volunteered at missed her immensely. Adrien had felt malace and not longing behind her words.

Meanwhile, Marinette and Damian wandered until they found a park to sit. They sat I silence for a long time as Marinette sketched idly. The fashion was so different from Paris.

Eventually Damian broke the peaceful quiet. "Why did you steal my pen?" He tried not to sound accusatory - he was curious.

She looked up to study his expression and when she found no malice there Marinette gave an honest answer. "I don't know. It's just something I do when I meet someone I li-like. There is probably some psychological reason but I don't know. I'm still sorry about that."

He didn't look at her after she answered so she went back to sketching.

"I've stolen things from my brothers. I'm sure they know."

"Do you know why you did that?"

"Not really. I found it curious that we have that in common."

Marinette giggled at that. "We're supposed to be the good guys. And I like to think we have more in common than petty thievery."

Damian grinned at that and let the quiet of the park resume.

"I have an idea...about getting back at your brothers." Marinette said very cautiously. "It's a bit risky and could backfire on you easily."

He watched as she fidgeted with her pencil. When she looked up at him he raised an eyebrow.

"Just me? What makes it less risky for you?"

"I don't have three brothers to give me hell." She paused again. "We'd have to do it tonight since I fly back to Paris tomorrow."

"So, walk me through it."

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[toxicpineapple]

Please give me your amami essay, I'd like to know the TEA! I was also gonna ask for the mastermind essay, but honestly I REALLY wanna hear your thoughts on his characterization (and your thoughts on his shitty fanon characterization)

HOOO BOY OKAY. this is good, it gives me an excuse to procrastinate on reading that new amasai fic on the latest feed. (note that i REALLY WANT TO READ IT, i’m just anticipating commenting and tbh the spoons,,, i lack them. it’s okay though i’ll get over it.)

so!!! let’s start with general attitude, because i think that amami’s is really unique. he’s a subversive character. in general i feel like that was the biggest goal with his character design and personality combination-- he looks like a total playboy, kaede even comments as much moooore than once. but he’s the absolute opposite. i’ll rant about that in a bit. i’ve already gone off on a tangent and i said i was gonna talk about attitude.

amami is laid back, but not to the point of complacency. y’know what i mean? like, he’s relaxed, but he’s on his guard, too. his speaking style is pretty casual (typically he’ll greet people with a “hey,” whenever he’s slightly uncomfortable he’ll probably say “haha”... this isn’t necessarily a canon thing but i like it when people have him talking in sentence fragments. ex. “forgot to grab my jacket” or “wanted to get a snack” sort of thing) and that’s just,,, the type of person he is. he’s casual. it’s remarkable considering how wealthy amami is-- though bear in mind, he still IS wealthy, so there are bound to be things he doesn’t understand about people-- that he can be so normal and like, down to earth, in a way. when people mess around with him he’ll probably just laugh it off.

to cite a fic i read once that had REALLY phenomenal characterisation, imo, ouma ends up dumping a bucket of water on amami’s head (on accident; there are some semantics and i won’t get into it but again the fic is really good and funny and you should totally read it) and amami just squeezes out his shirt and makes a couple cracks before walking away. (sorry this isn’t meant to be a “dumping love on fics” post but GOD that fic is hysterical.) he’s an enabler too, at least i think so-- remember that anthology chapter where kaede, shuichi, and kaito are trying to catch ouma and kaito sets an “amami trap” to stop him? all ouma has to do is flutter his eyelashes and go “pleeeaaase let me go amam~niichan!” and then he just. he does. what a fucking doormat i can’t believe him.

he’s like that though. i feel like big brother stuff is kind of his weakness. (and not in a kinky way alright i will destroy you. he might make a joke about having a sister complex in one of his ftes but he DOESNT that joke was just tasteless COME ON RANTARO WHFKLDSJFK) which brings me to his whole older brother thing, because like,,, YEAH. guy grew up with twelve younger sisters!!! and he remarked in his ftes with shuichi that they’re mostly step sisters, which means he just.... has a nurturing personality. i mean amami is somewhat conservative (if you try to come on to him during salmon mode you will be brutally rebuffed; amami tells u to keep your horny thoughts to yourself, though you shouldn’t be ashamed of having them) so i imagine he’s not the biggest fan of his father’s tendencies-- not that i don’t NECESSARILY interpret his father’s behaviour as him sleeping around.... it’s possible he just likes children and deliberately marries women who already have kids so he can take them... i mean it’s exceedingly decent to keep considering ur step children to be your children after a divorce so i have a hard time reconciling this common image of rantaro’s dad as some kind of player figure with the impression i got of him in my head but that’s just my daddy issues coming into play again so ignore me-- and yet he still considers all his sisters to be his sisters.

not to mention he feels a great deal of like, responsibility, when it comes to taking care of them. i find it impossible to believe that all the losses were his fault. you could ARGUE that the one he tells you about with his younger sister was to be blamed on him? but i mean, amami is a child. he didn’t even know his sister was following him out. sure he blames himself for it but there’s no real good way to blame him just considering that,,, he’s a kid. and he was so young-- he was obviously so young-- when it happened. so like, not to be all Good and Bad on you, but i do feel that amami is fundamentally a good reason. and you SEE that too, in the killing game. i’m certain he was on the fence about trusting that note he woke up with. would you trust it? he had no memory whatsoever of writing it, all he had were the words “ultimate hunt” and a map of the school to guide his way. i imagine he wasn’t even sure if he should do what the note said. but then ryoma started talking about sacrificing himself for everyone else, and rantaro probably thought, “well... if i have a way to get us out of here, even if it doesn’t work, i can’t just let ryoma sacrifice himself without having tried.”

rantaro is self-reliant too, i think. in the talent development plan mukuro remarks that she noticed he was injured a good number of times, but never said anything about it because she felt like he was trying to keep it under wraps. (note: good idea for an amami and mukuro friendship fic. must write. someone remind me.) i think amami kind of feels isolated from his classmates? either because he has these perceived notions of like, independence and whatever, not burdening anybody else with his problems (honestly not to go chabashira on main but wtf men ask for help c’mon i promise if you find a person who’s worth being in ur life they won’t treat you like shit for feeling ur feelings) or just because he’s not around a lot. i think amami is the type of person to invalidate his own problems a lot, or at least downplay them to others. he blames himself for all his sisters going missing, took the responsibility to find them all. you know the blow that’s going to be to his education? traveling around the world looking for twelve different people? and he plans to keep doing that!!! forever!!! ugh ;-; poor babey. but anyway i feel like he doesn’t want to tell anybody about his problems because he feels like it’s his thing to deal with.

i also believe that rantaro is a bit prideful. i mean, anyone can be prideful under the correct circumstances, and in fact there is a great deal of pride that simply isn’t addressed by the fandom in analysing characters and that makes me really sad because pride is such a SEXY character flaw but i’ll leave that alone for now. he hates being told to give up on what he’s doing. i mean everyone in his life has been telling him to stop looking for his sisters. that’s got to suck, but also, DAMN look at what his reaction was. this utter refusal to open up to anybody. shuichi’s ftes with him are spent pretty much just trying to get amami to stop squirreling around and actually TALK to him. amami asks shuichi at one point if he has any siblings and when the response is negative, amami immediately assumes that shuichi wouldn’t understand, would tell him to quit. just like everyone else.

(i mean, even with kiyo and mukuro, whose circumstances mirror his almost painfully at least in willingness to sacrifice stuff for their siblings, he doesn’t tell them what he’s doing, just that he’s doing it for his sister-- singular-- and that he would do anything for her. kiyo and mukuro!! out of ANYBODY, they would understand. in tdp they DO talk about it-- kiyo encourages him to keep searching-- as his friend...... fuck amaguji is such a good ship even if the implications of kiyo saying he wants to meet rantaro’s sister after he finds her bc she must be suuuuch a good person if he’s doing all this for her are uhhh not great-- and mukuro immediately understands when he says it’s to do with his younger sister. like, full stop. she just goes “okay” and goes serious. all at once. damn rantaro, mukuro, and kiyo really do be a power trio huh. i need to write more fic about them i miss them.)

this is more into baseless conjecture so take this as you will, but i also think rantaro is kind of,,, easily distracted lmao. he mentions helping out a village with a disease-- been a while since i’ve seen his ftes, sorry for any inconsistencies-- among other shit and like... bro what are you DOING. you have sisters to find. and he can’t be getting injured all the time, getting wrapped up with gang violence and all that, looking for people who were lost traveling. i mean sure, you could say they went all over the world and got wrapped up in all sorts of mess, but more likely they stayed in roughly the same area, waiting for him to come back. and also? i have a hard time believing his sisters were lost in these remote forest places people always put them. COME ON, who the fuck goes to some village for a vacation? a RICH person no less. i’m on another tangent. sorry. but yeah, i love the people who write rantaro as an absolute airhead. i headcanon that he has no way of judging the passing of time and thus is the absolute worst in the bathroom bc he sits there for twenty minutes thinking about the universe and then walks out like “:) ok ready to go” like wtf are you even doing there stupid akljdf anyway.

i think rantaro is softhearted and thoughtful. in his ftes with kaede he demonstrates an ability to look past what people show at surface level-- you can ask him about miu, kiibo, or kiyo and he’ll give u Good Fucking Insight(tm)-- and analyse their intentions more closely. and i mean this is just from a couple day’s interaction. he’s down to earth for sure, understanding when people are intimidated but also caring and observant. (his “talk about a first impression” line is so fuckaindgf.... good for his characterisation. i love romantic amamatsu but he so clearly takes an older brother role in those ftes, he’s really such a sweetheart,,,, hnadhfkj ;w;) rantaro is just. he’s patient with people. and selfless and kind. idk it’s all the good stuff. warm smiles and indulgence. all the way. probably lets kokichi steal his lunch.

THAT BEING SAID: i think rantaro also has a very serious streak. he doesn’t show it a lot but there are moments. he’s self-sacrificing-- i mean, obviously. he was the ultimate survivor, after all. some people hc that he got there by killing, or maybe everyone else in his game died but one person, but bro that doesn’t make any sense???? no. what happened was there were probably like three people left, and monokuma was like “one has to be sacrificed” and rantaro thought, welp. it’ll be me then. and i wouldn’t say the choice would be immediate because rantaro DOES has self preservation instincts-- he’s only human-- but i don’t think he’d have let anybody else make that decision. i think ultimately he would try to protect other people.

he can be scarily confrontational too. i do believe he’d usually only do it in the defense of others-- like, his base instinct is to protect. i read a fic once (oumami, unfortunately) where ouma was committing crimes and went to hide behind rantaro and rantaro instinctively moved to protect him, and that’s.... that’s good characterisation. point one to the oumami stans, point zero to me. motherfucker. (love u oumami stans, it’s just not my thing.) i really like it in fics when he’s stern, lecturing people for hurting other people, but i also think rantaro is too understanding to be truly unforgiving. like if two people got into an argument and one came out of it more hurt than the other, i don’t believe that amami would be unsympathetic to the less hurt one. i think he’s mature enough to take a look at the situation and go, well, okay.

i think he’d be TERRIFYING when angry. he’s patient, y’know? so it takes a lot to get him to that point. he’s really, ah, accommodating of people. puts up with a lot of bs kind of thing. but i imagine the best way to get him to snap is by hurting someone he cares about. and at that point: ur fucked. i’ve never written it before because i’m terrified of what i’d do with that kind of power but.... imagine the shuichi whump. holy god.

i’m NOT here to talk about shuichi whump (though i’m down to do that any time of day believe me) so i’m gonna like. shhhhiiiiiiffft.

i project on characters a lot so at this point it’s difficult to distinguish if some of my characterisation things are like, actually characterisation things? or just me venting, so like, take nothing i say as canon, but also,,, akdsjf we love a man who bottles up his emotions.

because rantaro just doesn’t have the TIME to be crying all over the place. he was probably a total wreck when he lost his first sister. and his second. and maybe even his third. but then he started to gather his composure, more and more. because if there’s anything that rantaro has in excess, it’s composure. the more losses he suffers the more of a shield he builds up. and the self hatred and the guilt and the blame and the responsibility are piling up and up and up, but god he hates it when other people see him sad, because he needs to be the strong one, he can’t just pile that up on other people. that’s not their weight to carry, and besides, he’s the older brother, he should be able to deal with his own problems. he’d just be burdening the people he cares about by letting them see his demons.

and then he doesn’t have any coping mechanisms because he never lets himself feel enough to cope, and when people get close enough to actually CARE about him, when people notice he’s upset or struggling and offer him help, he doesn’t know how to deal with it-- and god he hates lashing out at people but it’s so much easier to deal with the consequences of being mean than the consequences of breaking down. only conflict is scary when he’s one of the causes so he needs time to recover, and well, what better way to do that than to get on a plane or a boat and go look for his sisters? after all he’s wasting time whenever he’s just sitting around, they’re still out there and he needs to find them, so might as well just keep pushing himself to the limits, because it’s his fault they’re lost anyway...

something mukuro said to rantaro in the talent development plan stuck in my brain. like, initially it’s just a funny and cute interaction (rantaro even blushes and a blushing rantaro is a GOOD FUCKING RANTARO) but when i thought about it more i was like.... huh. hm. angst ideas. mukuro makes a joke about rantaro going over to her stand at the festival to flirt with her-- i think that’s the context, i know it’s play-boy related-- and rantaro assures her (as he always does) that he’s not that kind of guy, and mukuro agrees, saying she was just pulling his leg and that he seems like the kind of person who gets dumped because he doesn’t show his emotions enough. rantaro laughs, blushes, and says “haha, not touching that one,” and akdjfnnnnnn god mukuro you’re so blunt i love you fkdjf but wow. i usually have rantaro as not having dated anyone, just because i feel like he kind of hyperfocuses on finding his sisters? and given that he’s like sixteen (seventeen at the MOST) there’s not much of a timeline for when his sisters got lost. in my fic search i had to cram all the losses into a four-year period and damn that was rough. anyway i just don’t think he’d really prioritise romance. but that reaction implies that that’s EXACTLY his experience with romance, which makes a bit of sense because mukuro is ridiculously sharp, and also it’s,, it’s just sad idk poor rantaro. getting dumped because he’s like the emotional equivalent of a doorknob when it comes to his own feelings.

i do think rantaro is a bit cowardly. not in the sense that he’d shy away from danger-- i think he’d RUSH INTO IT HEAD FIRST because he’s a man or whatever, i know he respects women but he does seem to hold some of those very stereotypically masculine ideals of constantly protecting those around him, which is like.... ok toxic masculinity mcgee can u and kaito stop throwing hands every time u see each other ty-- but more in the sense that he avoids,,, confrontation. emotional confrontation just ain’t his thing. and i think he’d rather run away from it or otherwise find some way of ignoring it than try to address his problems.

he would, with that in mind, probably try to associate with people who don’t push the matter. kiyo and mukuro, for example. they both have a fair amount of baggage themselves so they’d probably be respectful. ryoma is lowkey enough that he just, he wouldn’t bring that shit up, that’s uncool. i also think rantaro would get along REALLY WELL with kaito, and i actually don’t think kaito would pull his sidekick stuff with him? just because in a way they’re kind of kindred spirits, and i think kaito would see an ally in rantaro before seeing someone to try to nurture, so they’d probably have some kind of a truce like, if you don’t force me to be vulnerable, i won’t force you. one of the reasons why i love amamota so much is because it involves the two of them growing to care about each other beyond that sort of unhealthy camaraderie and breaking down each other’s barriers and i just..... hhnnfhhdkfj they could be so good for each other but nobody wants to talk about thatjslfkj

you weren’t asking for my amamota mess lmao sorry anon i get sidetracked SO easily. but yeah, amami gravitates towards people who wouldn’t try to get him to be more honest with himself. and i honestly think the v3 cast would be pretty good about that overall, except for shuichi who is a detective and has a habit of sticking his nose in places it shouldn’t be, but i see no reason to write that out because amami’s ftes already display that beautifully. (well, that’s a lie, i’m absolutely plotting out a slowburn in my head already that involves shuichi stripping down his walls one by one, but forget about all of that rn we don’t need to talk about why amasaimota is my ot3.) also he is softer on childish people like ouma and himiko. ain’t nobody wants to TALK TO ME about how brilliant it would be if rantaro and hiyoko were friends because hiyoko has such problems in that department and he would take one look at her and go hm. i’m adopting her. and he’s so fucking patient and nice and she’d lose the will to make fun of him and i have to do ALL THE GODDAMN WORK AROUND HERE but it’s fine. at least i get to write it.

i’ve described the fundamentals of his characterisation pretty well by now i think. i have some throwaway headcanons, like uhh,,

he’s claustrophobic

plays the guitar and the ukulele

he prefers warm weather and perishes in the cold

high pain tolerance

he’s a Good Cook

doesn’t like sex jokes (they make him uncomfortable)

asexual (i do like a good demisexual hc at all times of day tho)

master of piggyback rides

does his own piercings

impulsive as hell

gets lost easily but can always find his way back

has a lot of scars from travels

hands are rough and calloused (again from travels)

morning person

smells like evergreen (you know i had to, you know i did)

Radiates Heat Like A Fucking Toaster Oven

good hugs

hates tying his shoelaces

likes being the big spoon :)

has a tongue piercing

i said “some throwaway headcanons” but i ended up listing way more than i mean to. i’ll make a separate list of my rantaro headcanons someday and talk about them all in detail but for now, uh, there’s that.

SO AS FOR THE RANTARO CHARACTERISATIONS I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE:

god where to fucking begin. actually i know exactly where to begin. it’s my least favourite one just because, like i said at the very beginning, rantaro is a subversive character. i mean i think he’s kind of a low hanging fruit when it comes to that. there are plenty of other subversive characters in the dr series but rantaro is like that. you expect a flirt and u get,,, a sweetheart. but then some people (usually the ones who ship him with female characters exclusively though i will see it on occasion in an amasai or oumami fic) decide to throw that out the window and make him a total playboy!! and listen, i have no problem with people who are a little flirty. we’re kids!! flirt ur heart out!!! and hey, that’s not what this is about but y’know what? so long as everything is safe, sane, and consensual, then yeah!! exercise your sexual freedom and sleep with whoever you want to!!! i don’t think there’s anything wrong with messing around a little, dating who u wanna and experimenting with ur tastes and preferences. if rantaro WAS a playboy, then there would be nothing wrong with that. i would love him just the same because he’s such a fundamentally GOOD character.

except that.... he’s.......... NOT. you slaughter one of the biggest aspects of his character by throwing away what matters to him and making him some hunky-deep-voice-dreamboat dude meant to sweep kaede/tsumugi/whomsteverthefuck off her feet. rantaro is one of those characters where he’s so blatantly not that kind of person, and it’s like. it’s an affront, almost, to portray him that way? and i do believe you should have the freedom to write what you want, since we’re in that age (aside from romanticised pedophilia and incest; that shit ain’t cute, i say this often but pro-ship DNI) where u should be able to take some liberties, but it’s just. hnnn. it’s so frustrating. rantaro does not know how to smolder! if he DID smolder, he wouldn’t even realise he was doing it. he doesn’t have people lying at his feet, okay? he’s too flaky for that. i wouldn’t say he’s unreliable but he definitely ain’t at school as much as he should be.

another one that i hate: st-stalker? what the fuck? that is not sexy that is creepy and weird?

another another one that i hate: yandere? what the FUCK??? that is not sexy that is glorified ABUSE???? the yandere trope is AWFUL bc you’re taking a controlling relationship and turning it into a fetish. NO. if he limits ur contact with other people, if he follows u everywhere, if he threatens ur loved ones, if he tries to control you, ladies and gents and nonbinaries, he’s not a yandere, he’s an abuser and you need a fucking restraining order. actually, people of ANY gender or sex can perpetuate this behaviour and IT IS NOT CUTE. I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK WHAT BOUNDARIES U SET IN PLACE, IF YOUR FREEDOM IS BEING RESTRICTED THAT IS ABUSE.

hate it when people make rantaro violent. hate it when people make rantaro a murderer. hate it when people make rantaro controlling. hate it when people make rantaro overtly sexual. some kind of sultry deep voice dominant kind of figure. dude, what the fuck? i don’t,, want to make any public comments about sex positions because i think that’s kind of Strange to just talk about on a post, but i do think that the way people portray him for their smuts is,,, idk it’s weird. i’m not gonna kinkshame u but like. :eyes:

i will however accept rantaro as a thrillseeker, or a highstrung rich boy, or a total space cadet, or a himbo, or a cryptid. these are all very good interpretations of the Mans. just, like. be wary of making him two dimensional. a good character is multifaceted. if you can take a trait that clashes with all of these and SELL ME ON IT, i will buy it. if u give me good justifications, or even just good writing?? then i will accept it.

the long and the short of it is, anon, he’s my favourite so i think about him a lot. i love writing rantaro. he’s just, he’s a Guy. y’know? He’s A Good Dude, If You’ll Give Him A Shot. :) we don’t get to see very much of him but i think that there’s plenty of material if you overanalyse everything, which, as you probably all know by now,,,, i absolutely do.

thank you for the ask, this was a delight to spend an hour talking about.

[aftgficlibrary]

Hi! I was just wondering if you had a list of the foxes that are like the foxes all texting each other? Baiscally funny crack!

here are a few!-Halley

Funky Happenings with the Fox Family by dobbypussypopper (T | 28,662 | 27/27)

naughtygayweedcrime: did I rlly just see neil say woke

naughtygayweedcrime: what a surreal timeline we live in

dumbfool: allison is trying to teach me how to meme so I can get hip

naughtygayweedcrime: bless your poor soul

davidwymack: sometimes I regret living

davidwymack has muted exyllent, damnwilds, + 7 others for 30 minutes

Show me your dick steve by kathrin_with_a_k (T | 3,053 | 3/3)

buttercup stan has named the chat “couple of dudes being guys”

Matt(17:57) couple of guys bein dudes

Dan(17:58) couple of guys bein gay

Matt(17:58) show me your dick steve

Neil(18:00) ???what the?

the "exy tea" group chat's antics by KittyKathryn (NotRated | incomplete | 7/?)

exystan: Can we pleeeaaase get back to what this gc is supposed to be about???? You know, the whole reason we’re even here?

b1tch: hmmmmm what could he be referring to??

stfu: He must be talking about the stick up his ass

jos10outof10: you mean the EXY stick up his ass

stfu: Oh yeah how could I forget

exystan: You guys are the fucking worst

doesnickyisgay: the wOoORsT

[benewol]

Of Mondays and Love [Oikawa Tooru Fem!Reader-Insert]

  As soon as you started going out with Tooru, Mondays became your favourite day of the week. This may sound weird considering the fact it is easily believed to be the most disliked if not hated day by most people, especially by students, simply because their precious lounging time on the weekends prior to that was cut short and they were thrown back into the cold water that is school in the morning – admittedly, this used to be the same for you, but there is a slight change in routine that made it possible for you to enjoy Mondays more than any other day of the week.

  While it definitely didn’t hurt that your boyfriend didn’t have any volleyball practice on those days, this was not the primary reason behind your change of heart. More so, it’s due to the fact you got to see and essentially babysit his nephew, Takeru, together with Tooru, which you looked forward to from the moment he would get picked up by his parents until you’d happily welcome him into Tooru’s home again the next Monday.

  You just really loved the little brat to the point of having ignited both jealousy and doubt in Tooru’s heart. After having reassured him multiple times that, no, you do not love Takeru more than him, and yes, you are a hundred per cent sure about that, he started questioning the friendship between his nephew and you a lot less.

  However, one thing Tooru could still not understand, though, was that Takeru’s disrespect seemed to amuse you to no end.

  “Tooru, bring me more sweets while you’re at it!” he called out to the male who was currently in the kitchen, pouring you and him a cup of the jasmine tea you loved so much.

  You could practically hear the movement of his brows’ furrowing and teeth gritting, trying hard not to burst out laughing at the image formed in your head. Deciding it was dangerous for him to start yelling while dealing with freshly brewed tea, however, you made it your task to talk Takeru out of misbehaving.

  “Hey, Take-chan, what did we say is the magic word when asking someone to do something for them?” you looked at him, smiling slightly, but only so much as to signal your seriousness.

  “… Please?” he mumbled, blushing as he’s ashamed to be lectured by you.

  “Yes… But you’ve already had enough sweets for today, so you won’t get any more!” you grinned at him, satisfied to have teased him successfully without him being capable of retorting in any other way than complaining.

  Tooru, with the two cups in hand, making his way to the living room you two were sat in, flashes you an appreciative smile, having heard you lecturing him. The wink you give him in response seems to throw him off momentarily as he struggles to regain his composure, muttering a “cute” under his breath while placing both of your cups on the table in front of you.

  “Tooru is so lame, [First name] onee-san, how could you voluntarily stay with him?”

  “Takeru!” Tooru starts whining, not expecting that very sudden and straightforward jab, “show a bit of respect to your uncle!” He turns to you for support. “[First name]-chan! Say something! He even started calling you onee-san, when I am just ‘Tooru’ to him!”

  You chuckle before shaking your head, a soft smile still resting on your face, when Tooru’s phone starts ringing unexpectedly.

  “Damn it. It’s the coach, I need to take this one,” he curses under his breath some more, genuinely having looked forward to hearing both your scolding and answer to that question. As he moves to take the call, he quickly shoots you an apologetic smile, answering his phone and beginning to talk on the way to the kitchen.

  When you notice he is out of sight, sighing, you shift your attention to the chaotic little boy.

  “Takeru, Tooru is right, you really have to learn how to show him some respect. He’s your uncle after all,” you poke his nose in a playful manner.

  “But he doesn’t deserve it! He’s so arrogant! Did you know I had to take a photo of his kouhai bowing in front of him while he is posing with a victory sign in front of him??? How lame is that???” he started spilling his concerns.

  “Now, now, those are some very big words, Take-chan… But he seriously did that? That is kinda lame-”

  “I know, right-”

  “-That still doesn’t justify you being rude to him, though.”

  “Pleeeaaase, [First name] onee-san!”

  “… Are you seriously trying to get my permission to insult him right now?” you deadpan after a while.

  Takeru, the tiniest bit scared, stutters out a “no ma’am!!!”.

  “You haven’t answered my question though. You know that he has all these bad traits, yet you chose to stay with him? Are you a masochist?” squinting at you, he crosses his arms.

  “Takeru! Where do you learn these words from?! Seriously! Don’t behave so over-maturely! You’re still a child!” squeezing and stretching Takeru’s cheeks in dismal, your shock reached even your boyfriend, who still seemed to be busy talking to the coach, but poked his head around the corner to check on you and offer support if needed. Spotting him, you quickly put on a smile and show him two thumbs up to signal that the situation was in fact under control. As soon as he returned to his initial task and stopped paying any heed to you two, you continued lecturing Takeru.

  “Don’t use that word with any other children, your parents, or any other adults, so basically with no-one! Are we clear?” you pointed a threatening finger at him.

  “Which one?”

  “Don’t-”

  “Masochist?”

  “I said ‘don’t’!!!”

  “Okay, okay. Sorry, onee-san!”

  This kid was going to drive you crazy before Tooru could, you knew that for sure.

  “So? Can you answer my question now?”

  “Alright… You see…” your features soften a considerable amount as you begin to recall how you two got together and just why you love Tooru as much as you do. Smiling in a bittersweet manner while lost in thought, you grab Takeru’s little hands and look him right in the eyes.

  “Tooru doesn’t always show what he really feels… He is good at hiding his emotions from everyone… And do you know why that is?” you pause as Takeru shakes his head, “He considers those feelings his own burden to carry… He doesn’t want to bother others with his insecurities. I wish he could open up some more, but sometimes, people fight their own battles and they either win or they don’t, but we can’t see it. We don’t know what’s going on inside their heads.

  “He is probably one of the strongest people I know, and despite his inner battles raging on, he still manages to smile at everyone, treat them with the respect they deserve and could never intentionally hurt anyone… That’s why I love him.”

  Towards the end of your monologue, your eyes have filled themselves to the brim with tears that start dropping silently as you hear your name being muttered lovingly, the sofa cushion sinking under a newly added weight behind you, arms wrapping around your waist from the back.

  Takeru, for once, does not cringe as a reaction to your display of affection in front of him, but instead pouts guiltily, pulling a tissue out of the pocket of his pants and handing it to you.

  “Don’t cry.” The boys say in unison, making them glare at each other while you start giggling, wiping your tears with the tissue the little rebel gave you.

  Opening your arms for Takeru to climb into your lap and embrace you, the three of you hug each other in solace and newfound understanding, respect and love.

[myownworstenemyyy]

tag game ★~(•◡•✿) 50 questions you’ve never been asked before

Tagged by a true icon @thick-dick-daddy-mando thank you bby 😘💗💗

what colour is your hair brush?

black

are you typically too warm or too cold?

cold, a bitch is always shiverin 😂

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

“working” (*narrator voice* she wasn’t)

what is your favorite candy bar?

Reese’s cups 👌

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes, I've been to 2 Dodgers’ games 🥰

what is the last thing you said out loud?

“ho, don’t do it” (my dog was trying to eat my dinner lmao)

what is your favorite ice cream?

cookies ‘n cream bbyyyyy

what was the last thing you had to drink?

water

do you like your wallet?

it’s hella basic but I've been meaning to buy a new one

what was the last thing you ate?

just had some carne asada, rice, and beans 😋

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

sadly no

the last sporting event you watched?

The Superbowl

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

kettle corn or extra buttery

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

my brother

ever go camping?

yes, when i was younger and i hated it 😊 (I'd like to try it again tho)

do you go to church every Sunday?

*Kill Bill sirens going off in the background* 

do you have a tan?

a tiny bit on my arms and the rest of me is pale af

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

porque no los dos?? (pizza)

do you drink your soda with a straw?

sometimes

what color socks do you usually wear?

white with some sorta color

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

is there any other way to drive? a bitch has places to BE 😂

what terrifies you?

it's super dark and i don’t wanna trigger anyone on here so I'll saaaaay pass

look to your left, what do you see?

a big ass pile of mail i need to sort through 😩

what chore do you hate?

washing dishes 

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

chris hemsworth

what’s your favorite soda

grape Welch’s

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

i prefer drive-thru or delivery lol ain’t nobody got time to physically get out the car

who’s the last person you talked to?

my dad

favorite cut of beef?

i...don’t know? i like carne asada and filet mignon (I'm a fancy ass bitch obvi)

last song you listened to?

everybody (backstreet’s back) / backstreet boys

last book you read?

do fanfics count? lmao (i think it was Little Women but i honestly can't remember it's been so long 😩)

favorite day of the week?

saturday because it's movie night with my online buddies 💗🥰

can you say the alphabet backwards?

spanish or english? because either way, nope

how do you like your coffee?

cream and sugar pleeeaaase

favorite pair of shoes?

my Doc Marten’s, they're like a glossy maroon color 😍

the time you normally go to sleep?

weekdays, 11 / weekend, whenever my eyelids give out

the time you normally get up?

my alarm is set for 7am and i roll out at like 730 😭 but on the weekends this bitch stays in bed 

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunsets bc you  can see the stars right after 😍

how many blankets on your bed?

2 but i’m only sleeping with my one princess blankie cuz it's been hot af lately

describe your kitchen plates

paper?

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

beer, but i like long island iced teas too

do you play cards?

not often

what color is your car?

silver

can you change a tire?

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha no 😭

favorite job you’ve ever had?

no job lol

how did you get your biggest scar?

that is...also a dark answer i don’t wanna trigger anyone 😬

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

commented on my friend’s fic 🥰

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Happy Birthday, detroitsredwings

November 14-A Daisy Johnson fic - if Oz can do it, I'd love something in the strike team uncles verse, otherwise not picky about the Daisy ship or prompt, for @detroitsredwings

Written by @ozhawkauthor

“Mommy,” Casey tugged at Daisy’s hand. “Mommy, can I pet it? I think it’s tame.” 

Daisy was quite sure that tame was not an adjective which could ever be applied to Rocket the Racoon. “He’s not a pet, sweetie.” She leaned down to whisper in her daughter’s ear. “He might be offended. Like if a complete stranger came up and tried to touch your hair.”

Casey rolled her blue eyes. “People try to do that all the time.”

“And you don’t like it, and Daddy glares a lot and then the strangers usually retreat very fast. So. Petting people you don’t know is rude, and although Rocket is shaped more like an animal than most other people, I think it’d still be rude to try and pet him.”

“But what if I asked?” Casey was clearly not going to let the thought go that easily.

“Casey, the answer is no.” It was time to put her foot down. Daisy couldn’t risk the Guardians team getting offended. Casey had already commented on Gamora’s green skin and Mantis’ antennae, fortunately with complimentary adjectives that had obviously predisposed both women to be charmed by her.

“Well, what about the tree? I’m good at climbing trees.”

“I am Groot!”

Great, the tree had apparently been eavesdropping. He - or possibly it, or they, Daisy really needed to inquire about preferred pronouns - bent down towards Casey, twigs rustling. It was clearly an inviting posture.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” Daisy checked cautiously.

“I am Groot.”

“Groot likes children.” Gamora was suddenly standing next to her, making Daisy twitch slightly. And she’d thought May moved quietly! “Don’t worry, she’ll be quite safe. Don’t take her where her mother can’t see her, okay, Groot?” she addressed the tree, who agreed that it was Groot again as Casey climbed up into its branches. “Your daughter’s adorable,” she added as the pair swayed off.

“She’s my adopted daughter,” Daisy admitted. “Her father’s my soulmate, but we’ve only been together a few months.”

“And she’s already calling you Mommy.” Gamora’s face tightened a little. “Trust me, we all know about adoptive families.” She gestured at Groot, at the rest of her team consulting with Coulson and May. “When you find your people, you gotta grab on tight.”

“Casey does a top job of that,” Daisy said with a grin. “She’ll be calling you Auntie Gamora in no time, if you’ll let her.”

Gamora looked startled, but then she returned the smile shyly. “Do you know, I think I’d quite like to be Auntie Gamora.”

“We are Groot!” Groot lurched past, Casey squealing with delight.

“Watch the branches, Groot!” Gamora warned. “It looks like Groot already adopted her. I know Mantis is dying to touch her, too, but she’ll ask your permission first. She loves kids even more than Groot does - she can feel their innocence and joy when she touches them. She won’t stop smiling for a week.”

“We are Groot!”

Daisy laughed as she watched Groot and Casey careening around the room. Casey had a couple of branches in her hands and was using them to steer.

“Whoa, horsie tree!” she yelled as the door swung open and Jack stepped through.

Confronted by his daughter riding high in the branches of an ambulatory tree, Jack admirably kept his cool, though his hand did drop to the gun on his hip briefly, he caught Daisy’s eye and swiftly lifted it away again. Which was good, because Gamora had reacted to that even slight threat by grabbing for her own weapons. Daisy wasn’t fool enough to try to stop her, though she did say quietly;

“Stand down, Gamora. That’s my husband. He just got back from a mission.”

“Big guy,” Gamora murmured, her muscles still tense, but she took her hands off her weapons as Jack made his way toward them, laughing at Casey and Groot’s antics.

“He sure is.” A proprietorial little smile tugged at Daisy’s lips.

Jack slipped his arm around her waist, leaned down to kiss her lips in greeting. “I see our daughter’s made a new conquest.”

“Oh, she’s adopted them all into the family already,” Daisy said blithely. “Some of them just don’t know it yet.”

The meeting on the other side of the room was breaking up. Rocket stepped out of the little group and called to Groot.

“Hey, buddy, settle down before you crash something, huh?”

“I am Groot!”

“We are Groot,” Casey added happily, and the raccoon looked up at her, folding his arms and shaking his head.

“Really, Groot? Stealing cubs now?”

“We are Groot!” Groot and Casey protested in unison, and Casey tugged on Groot’s branches, an apparent signal the tree-alien understood, because Groot leaned forward and Casey scrambled down. She was exactly the same height as Rocket, and the pair stared at each other intently for a moment.

“I’m Casey,” she said, not at all shy, “and you’re Rocket.”

“That’s right.”

“Can I touch your tail?”

“Casey!” Daisy bolted across the room. “I’m so sorry,” she said hastily to Rocket, “she’s only seven, she’s never met any, ah… sentient aliens who look… fluffy? Oh God, now I’m probably being offensive. I do apologize.”

Rocket was actually laughing, showing needle-sharp fangs. “I’m not offended, Agent. But your daughter does need to learn that small and fluffy doesn’t necessarily equate to harmless. She’s too trusting.”

Leaning down to hug Casey, Daisy buried her face briefly in sweet-smelling golden curls before looking back at Rocket. “Actually, Casey’s not at all trusting… of humans. She’s already learned the hard way there are much higher risks of humans turning out to be not-harmless than aliens. In fact, her strike rate with aliens is currently 100%.”

“Good thing she hasn’t met my father,” Gamora muttered under her breath.

Rocket looked at Casey, up at Daisy and Jack, back at Casey again. “Seven Earth years old,” he said. “With obviously loving, protective parents, and she’s still learned ‘the hard way’?”

Jack grimaced. “I ran afoul of Hydra, if you know who that is. Casey paid the price.”

“I’ve heard about Hydra.” Rocket looked at Casey again, and then he reached behind him, gathered his tail over his arm, and said “Kid, I’m gonna make you a one-time-only offer. You can pet the tail. Just this once.”

“I am Groot?”

“Says the tree who was just givin’ her rides around the room!” Rocket glared, but there was no heat in it, and Casey already had her hands buried up to the wrists in the thick fluffiness of his banded tail.

“You’re so soft,” Casey said admiringly. “Mom,” she turned her head to address Daisy without taking her hands off Rocket’s tail, obviously determined to make the most of his one-time offer, “could Groot and Rocket come to tea with me? Pleeeaaase?”

“Once we’ve had the necessary conversations about dietary requirements,” Daisy hedged, “yes, of course.”

“Groot will eat anything green, leafy and raw,” Rocket said cheerfully. “I’ll eat anything.”

It took just about everything Daisy had in her not to say the words ‘trash panda’. She caught Jack’s eye and had to look away before she broke up laughing.

“In that case, we’d be delighted if you’d join us for tea with Casey. All of you.” She looked at Gamora, smiled. “Auntie Gamora.”

That shy little smile tugged at Gamora’s lips again. “Maybe we should let Casey decide whether, and when, she wants to call me that.”

Daisy just laughed.