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obsidiancreates · 9 months ago

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Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 16)

“Hey Dooonald?”

“Yeah, Angelo?”

“Ever notice Mikey is starting to sound a lot like Shelldon?”

“Actually I believe he picked up the ‘sufer/skater bro from the 80’s’ lingo from Jupiter Jim XXIV: The Rad-tastatic Wave Through The Time Tunnel’.”

“I meant his actual voice.”

“Oh. Are we finally acknowledging that?”

“So you also noticed it!”

“Yes, yes, I’ve been tracking it, as you see on this chart.”

“Wooooow. So, why’s that happening?”

“The short answer, I don’t know. The slightly longer answer, I do not know.”

“Maybe it’s just a fun coincidence that our boys sound so alike!”

“... Yeah, I’ll settle for that, it’s not the first time someone’s sounded strangely similar to someone else.”

“Uhhhhh what are you two talking about?” Leon leans in the doorway, frowning in confusion at his brothers.

“Just about Mikey sounding a lot like Shelldon!” Angelo says brightly.

“Pffff, they don’t sound that alike.” Leon waves his hand dismissively. “Way more important, are you guys ready for Ultimate Uncles Day?”

“Are we sure we aren’t doing this too close to Vacay Day?” Donald leans his arm on the back of his chair and rolls away from his work desk. “It’s only been a week. That’s a lot of family bonding in a short time.”

“It’s perfect!” Angelo springs up, pulling a calendar down from Donnie’s little section of the lab (the kid has always gravitated towards Paper more than Digital with certain informational storage, and Donald has learned it’s best not to force otherwise– comfort zones are comfort zones, after all). “We can make this kind of thing a weekly tradition! That’ll give us all fresh eyes on any ways we’re coming up short as fathers by being judgemental as uncles!”

Leon frowns. “... Okay… reminding me a little of the whole Unicorn Competition disaster there, bud…”

Angelo flops a hand down. “This is waaay different, Leon! I’m not competing, I’m saying we can balance each other’s strengths and weakness, like in a fight!”

“Still sounding weirdly violent.”

“That’s a you problem,” Donald says matter-of-factly, standing up and stretching. “And to answer your previous question, yes, we are ready.”

“I got all-new spray paints for today, baby!” Angel whips out two of them to show off. “Raph’s gonna have a great time with the place I picked out! It’s an old skatepark that a community program just got all fixed up, and the one big thing people wished could’ve been kept was the graffiti!”

“Wooow! Now that, is convenient!” Leon nods, impressed.

“And I have gotten Leo and I tickets to not only attend the observatory, but test out their new Interactive Space Travel Experience! A-HA-HA-HA!”

“Niiice! But check… a-this out.” Leon proudly presents.. a receipt. One of Donald’s robotic arms snatches it and he and Angelo read it so closely they’re basically sniffing the words.

“You rented out the whole stadium?!” Angelo looks up at Leon with sparkling eyes as Leon smirks.

“Is that why my safe had pizza sauce on the handle?” Donald narrows his eyes at Leon, who breaks out into a sweat.

“Uhh… nope, that was definitely Mikey trying to get into it.”

“Oh, you did not just frame my son in front of my face!”

“AH! I mean- Raph, did it?”

“Raph did what?” Raphie peeks his head into the doorway. “Leon! Are you accusin’ our boys of somethin’ you did? ON ULTIMATE UNCLES DAY?!”

“Oh, gee, is that the time, Mikey’s probably bored out his mind waiting gotta get going already byeeeee!” Leon slashes open a portal and gets away just as his brothers all jump for a tackle. They scream as instead of landing on Leon they all crash into each other, landing in a heap on the floor.

“Note to self,” Donald groans, rubbing his head. “Install update to Anti-Leon Safe Security Measures.”

“That’s what was happening?” Raphie sits up. “So he got that ten bucks he’d owed me from you?”

“He- ARHG!”

“Well before that–” Angelo stands up and dusts himself off, “– we were comparing Uncles Day plans!”

“Oh, I got the best plans!” Raphie pulls out two tickets. “They’re doin’ a Ametuer Feature Event at the wrestling arena today! It’s got a whole bunch of up-and-comers! There’s even an event where the kids in the audience can have some matches of their own between shows!”

“Oooooh. That is the best one!” Angelo throws up his arms in praise as Donald’s face melts in a jealous bitterness.

“Ha-ha! I know.” Raphie tucks the tickets away again. “Alright, Mad Dogz! … Minus Leon. Let’s get our Uncling on!”

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“So, we can just paint whatever we want?” Raph asks as he and Angelo walk to the gate around the park. “Like, anything?”

“Whatever your imagination cooks up!”

“... Can I paint a big cuss word?”

“Wha- you know cuss words?!”

“... No.”

Angelo narrows his eyes for a moment, then laughs and rubs the top of Raph’s head the way one would ruffle the hair on a human child. “Let’s skip the cuss words and keep to the art, okay?”

“Aw… alright.”

They get to the fence and Angelo uses his powers to lift the bag of their many cans of paint over the top. “Alright, lil’ man, need a boo-?”

Raph jumps at the fence and scales it easily, landing on the other side with a grunt and turning back around with a proud look on his face. Angelo grins back.

“That was great!” Angelo gets over the fence with one jump.

“I’ve got the ‘breaking in’ part of ninja-ing down!” Raph cheers.

Angelo laughs lightly. “Except the ‘keepin’ it secret’ part, kid!”

“Oh. Right.” Raph grabs the bag and, with a great deal of effort (and some subtle unknown weight-supporting mystic help), hoists it onto his back and sets off for the middle of the skatepark.

They get down into the center and Raph plops the bag down, the top falling open to reveal the huge assortment of paint colors, paint finishes, and two sets of gas masks and goggles. They pop the protective gear on and look around.

“I’m gonna start on that ramp,” Raph declares, pointing. “I’m gonna paint… a van! A turtle van!”

“Aw, yeah, baby! Keepin’ it on brand!” Angelo points at the half-pipe next to Raph’s chosen spot. “I’ll be right there if you need me, I’m gonna do some word-art!”

They both grab some cans and get to work. Angelo flows with the feeling, letting the shapes and colors of the letters take him on a journey as the work blossoms, bigger and bigger, details filling in themselves as inspiration flows through him the same way his powers do. He remembers standing on Raphie’s shoulders when they were kids, painting the walls of their childhood lair while Donald and Leon chased each other and Splints’s snores echoed around the huge main room.

That lair would’ve been nice to raise the boys in. It was a little less cramped- but also more sewer, so maybe the tradeoff wasn’t so bad after all. Still, it would’ve been nice to have the indoor ramp for the boys to skateboard on, and the better lighting, and bigger space for the Lair Ga-

Lair games! Oh, man, they haven’t had a Lair Games since before the boys were brought home! The last time they held one was–

… Before Shredder, and The… Aliens.

… How long has he been out of paint in this can? Angelo shakes his head and turns around to grab a new can, trying to ignore the pang of loss in his chest. It was so long ago– why does it still hurt so bad sometimes?

He blinks as Raph suddenly snatches up the can Angelo had been reaching for and dashes away with it again. He chuckles a little, feeling some of that tightness around his heart loosen, and looks up. His eyes widen. “WHOA, LIL’ MAN!”

He’s fairly certain Raph hasn’t used Spray paint as a medium before, but he seems to have figured it out quickly. The van is very impressive, especially for the work of a 3--foot-tall 10 year old. It’s an old volkswagen-style body, with huge monster-truck-esque back tires and smaller, normal tires on the front. It’s a side-view of the vehicle, showing off some kind of dark red armored siding in place of a back sliding door. The top of the van has a turtleshell pattern to finish off the look. Raph climbs up to the top of the ramp and hangs off the side, then shimmies until he slides partway down and plants his feet against the concrete side when he reaches the height he wants to be at. Holding on with one hand he leans closer to his artwork and adds two fin-type decorations to the back of the top of the van.

Angelo gapes at the sight, impressed and astonished. He shakes his head again and walks over. “You want me to hold you up instead?”

“I’ve got it.” Raph looks at his uncle. “Cool, right? Donnie drew it for our comic, before everything got… bad.”

“It is sweet, baby!” Angelo puts his hands on his hips. “I should talk to Donald about makin’ something like this!”

“But you guys have a tank!” Raph slides the rest of the way down the ramp.

“The tank is for fights, Raph. Vans are for things like family road trips! Going to the park! Mall hauls!”

“Not this one.” Raph crosses his arms and looks at it with a violent sparkle in his eye. “It’s armored and it’s got all kinds of weapons in it!”

Angelo looks over at his piece, unfinished on the half-pipe. The last few letters are done with a shakier hand, messier mind, messier lines– he doesn’t feel like continuing it anymore.

So he uses his powers to float the whole pile of paints over to him and Raph. “How about I help you with adding all those weapons?”

Raph grins. “There’s a million of ‘em! Let’s start with the deer head that shoots fire!”

“The what?! That is genius!”

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“Uh, Uncle Leon?” Mikey whispers as he clings to Leon’s neck. “I think we’re early, this place is totally empty.”

“Surprise!” Leon grins and slices open a portal to the light switches, flipping them on and pulling his hand back out to throw out in grand presentation. “I rented the whole place out just for us!”

Mikey’s grip tightens, and Leon chokes for a second before Mikey lets go and springs off, pushing his hands against Leon’s head to use as a springboard and effectively toppling his uncle to the ground. His eyes shine as he looks around the stadium. “So we can jump around the whole place?!”

Leo sits up, rubbing his throat and grinning. “Oh yeah! If you wanna do a double front flip off the first row of seats, you can!”

“I TOTALLY DO!” Mikey runs up into the stands and does just that, landing for only a second before springing into a backflip to push off the stand wall and launch himself up again, flipping and flinging through the air and laughing gleefully the whole time.

“Whoa, who needs a basketball when we’ve got you?” Leon laughs.

Mikey lands and gasps. “You’re right! I’m even the same color, yo! I am the basketball!”

“Guess I should set this guy up in the audience then.” Leon pulls the old, faded, worn basketball out from a small portal. “Maybe I’ll bring Lace-Face in, they can be our mascots.”

“No, no wait!” Mikey zips over, sliding up on his knees and clasping his hands. “Please let us play normal basketball first! Pleeease!”

“Well…” Leon pretends to be deep in thought about it, tapping his chin.

“If I’m the ball I can’t play! And if I can’t play I can’t prove I’m the awesomest basketball player ever!”

“Oh! So this whole thing is a chance to steal ol’ Uncle Leon’s title, huh?” Leon smirks as Mikey’s eyes go wide with realization.

“Uh…”

“How about this? If you win–” A guarantee, this is Mikey’s Day after all, “– I make you a crown officially declaring you The King of Turtle B-Ball. If I win, youuuuu uhh… draw me as a superhero and you as my sidekick!”

Mikey jumps up. “Deal!”

He and Leon head to the center of the stadium. Leon clears his throat and lifts the ball up. “Alright, you know the rules and so do I.”

Mikey, instead of answering, just vibrates with barely-contained competitive and excitable energy.

“And… a-let’s go!” Leon tosses the ball up to start the game. As soon as it lands and begins to bounce up again Mikey starts dribbling it over to Leon’s hoop, his disproportionately large hands giving him a grand advantage in keep the ball from slipping away from him. Leon gives chase, and Mikey gives the ball an extra-forceful slam to send it high into the air! He jumps up with it and slaps it back down at an angle, sending it a good deal ahead of both of them!

Leon stays running at a speed matching his nephew, trying to keep a balance of trying hard enough for Mikey to have fun but not so much that Leon will absolutely win without contest. He’s seven feet tall, has superpowers, and is a ninja master– his nephew is just under three feet, no superpowers, and only has five years of semi-casual training under his little leather belt. The game couldn’t be less fair.

He catches up to the ball first and starts dribbling, turning and making his way to Mikey’s basket. His nephew gasps like he’s been unexpectedly betrayed, and then leaps into the air again. “COWABUNGAAAAAAAA!”

Leon realizes what’s about to happen and scrambles to keep the ball but still move out of the way. “WAIT WAIT WAIT-!”

Mikey does not wait. How can he, when he’s already plummeting back down at his uncle– and popping his head and limbs into his shell for the impact.

Leon ‘Oofs!’ as Mikey slams into him! It’s far from the worst hit Leon’s ever taken, but it’s enough to rattle his brain a little as he’s sent heels-over-head upside-down and Mikey pops back out of his shell to steal the ball back his way. Leon lands in a crumple and blows his mask tail out of his face. “Referee?” he mumbles, dazed for a second, before he sits back up and whistles with his own two fingers.

Mikey freezes just as he’s about to take the shot.

“How about no trying to turn your uncle into one giant concussion while we play for the rest of the day?” Leon calls out.

“I was just doin’ what it takes to win, yo! In the old home movies you totally do and say the same thing!”

“Oy… Okay, can’t argue there.” Leon shrugs. “But… I was being stupid and learned a valuable lesson many years after those were filmed?”

“Pssssh, you were the Lair Games champ! You don’t hold back on anybody, so I’m not gonna hold back either!”

“Oh-ho, you think I wasn’t holding back?”

“Nope!” Mikey grins and spins the ball on his finger. “Old people just get slower in sports! It’s like, science!”

“Old?!”

Mikey blinks at Leon innocently. Leon puts his hands on his hips, and shrugs.

“Alright, mi sobrino. You wanna go all-out? Prepare to face the undisputed champ!”

“AND YOU PREPARE TO FACE– uh, um– DR. SPORTSINSTEIN!” Mikey dribbles the ball, rolls it across his shoulders, and then puts it down and balances on one foot on top of it before kicking it back up to spin on his finger. “HA!”

“Okay, you’re totally showing me how you learned that after this, because there’s no-way it was from any of my bros. And… GAME ON!”

Leon zips at Mikey as quick as he would in a fight, and his nephew yelps in surprise as Leon easily snatches the ball away and not only makes it to the basket, but slam-dunks the ball through in seconds.

The scoreboard above thoonks as the numbers change, 01-00.

“Whoa…” Mikey isn’t even upset– just amazed. He has stars in his eyes as he stares in awe.

“And that is why my only Lair Games loss wasn’t even a loss.” Leon buffs his nails against his shell. Mikey is still quiet, though, so Leon’s smirk fades as he remembers this is Mikey’s Day. “Hey, I didn’t mean to–”

“THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” Mikey jumps in place, flapping his hands. “THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH COOLER THAN I THOUGHT!”

“You- huh?”

“I’M GONNA BEAT THE CHAMP!” Mikey runs forward, goes into a front handspring, and basically tackles the ball to get it away from Leon. “YOU MAY BE BIGGER AND FASTER, DAWG, BUT I’VE GOT THE DR. SPORTENSTEIN SPIRIT!”

Leon laughs. All-out it is then!

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt 2k12 #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt crossover #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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amour-anguis · 2 years ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Yazzzzz thank you for the tag darling!! @sequinhaze

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

7!! a few longer WIPs and a few one shots!!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

668,490… good LORD i didn’t realize how many words it’d be 💀

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter mainly, nowadays mostly Marauders era but i used to write Dramione as well!! I also have a Red White and Royal Blue one shot posted randomly bc duhhh 🫡 and i’m hoping to start writing AOT fic soon bc Eruri is sooooo ndbdhbshsbdh ya know?

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh goodness let’s see:

1. Teeth (Marauders Jurassic World AU)

2. Ladder 126 (Marauders 911/911 Lonestar AU)

3. Iron Ambrosia (Kinky Jegulus One Shot)

4. Distractions (RWRB Texting Smutty One Shot)

5. Read For Me (Regulus/Remus Smut One Shot)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yes yes yes!!! i try my best to respond to all of them 🫶🏻🫶🏻 sometimes with Teeth it’s hard but i absolutely loveeee engaging in the comment section!!

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it’s not posted yet but i’m working on the most heart wrenching MCD Jegulus short fic rn (like 3 chaps)… and it’s… well… yeah it hurts real bad.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i mean all my smut ends pretty happily i’d say 🤭 HAHA but none of my full length fics are done yet, if i had to say then probably the Rosekiller centric band AU i’m working on rn

8. do you get hate on fics?

sometimes unfortunately, everyone does. but i love what i write, i enjoy writing it, and i know there are lots of people who love the fics and that’s what matters :)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

so much. all kinds. as sweet and vanilla or as kinky as i’m feelin, i’ve written it alllll HAHAHA

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Marauders x Jurassic World for SUREEE that one is a wild ride

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

no thank GOD

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yep yep yep!!! Teeth was translated into Spanish and Portuguese :)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

well y’all know a lot of my work was written with my lovely Co-Author Riven!!!!

14. what's your all-time favorite ship?

i simply must pay some respect to the OGs and say wolfstar 🧎🏻‍♀️ jeggy, rosekiller, eruri, you came close <3

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

y’all reallyyyy don’t wanna know the answer to this 💀

(but Teeth part 1 reads like a completed fic so it’s fineeee pffff)

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut scenes, emotional breakdowns, and dialogue! oh and those single lines that just hit you right in your chest! i have a doc i wrote w just a bunch of lines like that to grab from if i need it

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

area descriptions, i always wanna just rush into the dialogue and what’s happening and i have a hard time actually describing the scene

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

totally love it unless it’s like a LOT. i can translate it easily and even if it’s not a perfect translation it’s fine bc i can usually get the gist of it, but when it’s like a ton of dialogue in a long convo i get annoyed

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Dramione my loves <3

20. favorite fic you've written?

Teeth will always be near and dear to my heart, but also the random Reg/Remus one shot is everything to me and i love them and they love fucking in libraries SO-

tagging: @solmussa @greenvlvetcouch @kaaaaaaarf @odessities @soliloquy-dawn my lovesss 🫶🏻

#amour answers #marauders #fanfiction #fanfic #wolfstar #jegulus #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #ao3

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loosesodamarble · 1 year ago

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Father's Disapproval

Summary: Dawn is in love and Nacht isn't ready to accept that fact. Genre: general, humor Word count: ~600

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“And for the flowers, we’re gonna have bluebells and blue thistle and blue hydras—”

“Do you mean ‘hydrangeas’?” Nacht asked, interrupting Dawn’s rambling.

“Yeah those!” she answered with a giggle. “Blue morning glories and blue cornflower— Actually does cornflower grow in any color besides blue? Anyways, if it comes in blue, I want that flower at my wedding! But everything else should definitely be purple! The carpet and the fabric on the seats. Oh and there could be silk curtains hanging from the wedding arch!” She continued as if she’d never been interrupted. “I need the perfect shades of blue and purple together…”

Nacht sighed and shook his head. He loved Dawn, his adorable little sparkle, and how energetic she got over whatever caught her interest. However, he was thoroughly displeased when Dawn’s most recent fascination became marriage and weddings.

She smiled as radiant as ever and her eyes were alight with glee. Normally, Nacht would’ve been happy to see Dawn that way.

But his heart wasn’t ready to imagine her getting married. She was only ten after all!

She’s going on about the aesthetics of the wedding… Nacht noted. She’s yet to name anyone that would be involved. Maybe she still has yet to understand the actual purpose of a wedding. I suppose if I ask about a theoretical groom… Nacht blanched at the idea. Still, it could get her to stop this silly train of thought. “Sparkle.”

“Yes Father?” Dawn turned towards Nacht instantly. Always quick to respond, that girl.

“I understand that you’re excited about having a wedding and you have all these ideas,” Nacht started to say, knowing he had to be as gentle as possible. “But you should remember that weddings are an event meant to celebrate the union of two. If you want to be a bride at a wedding, you’ll need someone to get married to. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“U-uh…” Dawn’s face lit up cherry red. Her icy blue eyes flicked in every direction besides the one Nacht was in. “W-well the truth is…”

Perhaps the heavens had answered Nacht’s prayers and Dawn had no one in consideration.

But, oh, how the gods delighted in messing with Nacht.

“Cal!” Dawn squealed with a dazzling grin. “I know I’m gonna marry him one day!”

TINK!

Nacht could hear his heart crack a little.

Nacht’s eye twitched.

Caelum Roulacause… The violet-eyed, brown-haired boy who Dawn would cling to. Finral’s spineless son who flinched under Nacht’s gaze. The boy who had yet to awaken his magic despite his age.

“Absolutely not,” Nacht said without hesitation. “That boy doesn’t deserve you, my angel.”

“What?” Dawn yelped. She ran up to Nacht and shook him by the arm. “What do you mean he doesn’t deserve me?”

“I mean what I said, Dawn. It’s as simple as that.”

“But Caelum’s super nice like his dad and mom!” Dawn argued, continuing to shake Nacht. “He’s really brave and thoughtful like his maman, too! Not to mention cute! And he gets better grades than me! I think he’s good enough! Isn’t that what matters?”

Nacht shook his head. “‘Good enough’ is one thing, but you deserve perfection.”

“Uuuuuugggghhhhhh!” Dawn rolled her eyes and threw her head back. “Perfection is stupid!”

“But you’re perfect, Dawn!”

“Pffff! No I’m not!” Dawn spoke and smiled as though she were proud of that statement. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m your daughter.”

“Regardless. I think you’re a radiant girl who deserves the best of the best. Don’t you want—?”

“Ugh, no.” Dawn pouted and puffed her cheeks. “I’m marrying Cal and no one else. End of discussion, Father.” With that, Dawn stormed off.

CRACK!

Nacht was left feeling like his heart had shattered and that he’d been punched in the gut.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #black clover oc #dawn faust #soda's ocs #next gen ocs

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ellewidogast · 2 years ago

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @argyleheir

1. Are you named after anyone? Sorta maybe? I have two much older cousins, one of each side of the family, with the same name. The one on my mom’s side is also my godmother. I’m pretty sure my middle name is from someone too, from my dad’s side I think. The only one I know is my godmother.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think it was while reading danmei, specifically The Arrogant Young Master Became Obedient After Being Bullied. But also my hormones are all over the place and a cute video or picture book can set me off too.

3. Do you have kids? NOPE. I have three nephews and that's more than enough for me.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Pffff, yes.

5. What sports do you play/have played? Only whatever I had to grudgingly participate in during P.E.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Their clothes, hair style, expression, demeanor, and posture--in varying order.

7. What's your eye color? Grey-blue, and small yellow flecks around my pupils (what are you, where did you come from, did I always have those).

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I don’t think those are mutually exclusive, but I guess usually happy endings. Some podcasts, like Women in Caskets and Switchblade Sisters, have convinced me to try out more horror tho.

9. Any special talents? Well, I used to think it was writing, but I’ve done it so rarely for the past several years that whatever skill I had has atrophied...so I guess what I’m saying is no.

10. Where were you born? Texas, but I only spent three years there and did most of my growing up in Missouri.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading (mostly danmei and manga), listening to podcasts, knitting scarves when I make the time for it, thinking about writing (mostly fanfic but sometimes original stuff)

12. Do you have pets? Phoebe: a menace of a cat with questionable grooming skills whose favorite method of communication and play is sinking her claws and teeth into me

13. How tall are you? 5'4 (and 3/4 but saying that makes me feel like a kid bragging about being 5 and a 1/2 and rounding it up to 5′5 feels like a lie)

14. Favorite subject in school? English, gimme those humanities pls & thx

15. Dream job? Lottery winner? If I didn’t have to work, I wouldn’t. I’ll settle for a cataloging librarian position that pays me enough to comfortably support me and several cats and occasionally travel, but also doesn’t require me be a manager or supervisor, and I rarely have to perform customer service.

I tag...uh....I don’t think I have fifteen mutuals lol. Whoever wants to answer some questions, consider yourself tagged!

#memes #sundae chitchat

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k-looking-glass-house · 2 years ago

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My dear rabbit!!

💖💌💟💝

💞 you're amazing with your sprite edits; they're always so much fun to see.

💕 and in my mind you are at minimum best friends with Crewel bc the two of you could be so happy making beautiful fashions together.

Nette!! You are so lovely dearie!! Huuuh

Ah ah glad to know you find them funny!! Thanks a lot!

........Pffff...That answer... Yes K is definitely friend with Mister Crewel more like they adopted him and he had no choice lol!! (But you guessed right! They're having so much fun together while sewing and so on)

Thank you dearie take care!!

More hearts for you!!!

#kanswers #go check her!! one o the sweetest here in the fandom....

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goose-nest · 9 days ago

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it only took me 34534 YEARS but i'm finally back in a headspace where feel like i can properly consume media omg i've been wanting to read this one for so long you don't even knooow i've missed your fics so much!! 😭💝

as always, see you under the cut 🫡

i'll never get enough of cadet hux let's gooo

the "does it take Hux 7000 words to ask reader a question? the answer is yes" made me snort so loudly lmaoo

omg not hux using his memory with reader to fall asleep!! ��😩<3

(this is unrelated but i had some random music playing in the bg and a country song came up and suddenly hux in my mind had a cowboy hat and jeans sjdfjksd xD maybe i will do the cowboy AU after all hahaha)

hux being back to where he's entirely riddled by anxieties, worrying that reader is only being nice; it's a bit heart-breaking ngl but by now i know the pay-off will be so satisfying when they get to tell each other how they feel djfhdskf (if the dream ever gets there that is lol)

aww bb hux getting cold feet and turning away before reaching our door 🥺🥺

yay jeela cameo! :D

the comparison to a droid with essentially the engine light on going wee woo wee woo has me absolutely rolling sdhfjh 😂

hux promptly forgetting his student number when reader asks for it fhdsdhfksd i loooove the writing of that whole paragraph btw, the pacing, with the question at the end. ugh so good!!

"Maybe he would just pass out and he would never need to ask you." ah yes the good ol' reliable of hoping to pass out to get out of a situation xDD

"Maybe he should just get up, leave your room, and throw himself down the nearest garbage chute." ok drama queen 😂😂 ugh i love himmmm

"He gathered his remaining senses – there weren’t many left to him." pffff 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

tbh getting to read through hux's inner workings is so funny every time because obviously his mind is reeling and it takes a split second or him to go through all stages of grief twice, but on the outside he's just sitting there kinda stiffly but i just know that reader finds it endearing either way (and probably feels a similar way inside anyways) and idk i was going somewhere with this but lost it along the way lol it's just such a fun read!

ugh charlotte!! i've missed your writing sm like fr fr <3 this was a great read and as always i was grinning and giggling like an idiot the whole time sdjfhshkf

a question – a 'time after time' bonus chapter (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist – (this chapter is set after 'close to you')

Summary: Cadet Hux ventures to your room to ask you a question

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; academy!reader and academy!hux; set pre-TFA; awkwardness; embarrassment; social anxiety; let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 7215

Author’s Note: okayyyyy we are back with a new bonus chapter!! I actually wrote this one a while ago and then thought I didn't like it, but after doing some editing I think I've brought it to a place where I'm pretty happy with it! ☺️

this is our second 'academy dream' which follows after the events of 'close to you.' as I mentioned in that author's note, I'm essentially positioning these in the 'time after time' canon as dreams that Hux has so that I can explore what Hux and reader's relationship might have looked like had they met at the academy 💕

I suppose the question here is: does it take Hux 7000 words to ask reader a question? (the answer is yes lmaoooo) 😆 I really hope you enjoy! 🥰

Hux was standing outside your door. And he was kriffing terrified. He had turned around in the corridors what felt like a hundred times, each time almost convincing himself that he should abandon his plan and retreat to his own room. ‘Almost’ being the key word. Because now he was standing outside your door.

He had thought of you every cycle since the party. He had replayed each moment of his time with you as he was trying to fall asleep, the comforting memory of your presence sometimes enough to coax him into unconsciousness for a few hours. He was certain that he had never had as much fun as he had in the flight sims with you. He didn’t have any of his designs with him, and his thoughts were far too scrambled by how close you were for him to remember any of the metrics for his ships that the sim required to configure an original model. He had been gripped with fear that you would be disappointed in him, but you had just offered him a sunny smile and asked him to choose random pre-set ships without telling you which ones they were so that you would have to guess at the flight mechanics during the sim. He wasn’t a very good co-pilot, given that he had only taken the bare minimum of flight requirements, and anything he had learned was momentarily erased from his mind by the fact that your hand would sometimes brush against his as you reached for different controls. You didn’t seem to mind that either though, since you smiled and you laughed and you talked to him. When you finally powered down the sim and he had walked you back to your room, you had even suggested that the two of you should do it again, and he could bring his designs next time. Hux was sure his enthusiastic response had been hardly coherent, but he was elated.

Now, though, he was kriffing terrified. And he was standing outside your door. The litany of fears that had almost convinced him to turn around so many times broke back into his thoughts as he stared at the dark metal. Maybe you hadn’t actually wanted to see him again and had only offered because it had been polite. People did that, right? Suggested doing something again even though they didn’t want to just because it was considered polite? But you had seemed to enjoy yourself. Was that politeness too? Hux understood the value of faking an expression when the situation called for it – maybe you were just trying to be nice even though you weren’t actually enjoying yourself. His heart was beating wildly out of control in the empty corridor. He feared it was so loud that the sound of it might be echoing against the metal of the hall. Maybe you could even hear it in your room.

Kriff, maybe you had found him to be unbearably awkward and completely incompetent at everything. After all, he reminded himself again, he had barely been able to focus on co-piloting the sim with you since he was completely captivated by listening to you speak, entirely transfixed by watching you expertly pilot the ship, wholly distracted by the sensation of your hand brushing against his occasionally. He was certain he had barely expressed one coherent thought to you in the couple of hours he had spent in the sim with you. He had tried – kriff had he tried – but then you would turn to him with a smile or you would laugh softly and suddenly his mind would go blank. Maybe he had made an utter fool of himself.

But he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he didn’t at least try to see you again. And he had been trying. Each cycle he had gotten closer and closer to your room before turning around as his fears consumed him, painting his cheeks a humiliating pink as he hurried back to his own room. This cycle he had gotten all the way. He had to try. He needed to see you again.

He was certain he could almost feel his heart hitting the inside of his ribs with the force of its flurried beating as he raised his hand to press the buzzer. His anxieties reached a fever pitch, screaming almost incoherently at him as his finger hovered over the button. Then he pressed it. Instantly, everything in him went silent as his body was completely frozen over with fear and disbelief. He had done it. He couldn’t believe he had done it.

In the beat of nothing that followed, his thoughts roared to life again. Maybe he had gotten the wrong room. No, that was impossible because you had let him walk you here after finishing with the sims and he had encoded the location and number into his memory. Maybe you were in classes. No, that couldn’t be true either, because the digital signage that greeted him upon entering your wing had dispassionately informed him that it was a rest period for your cohort and quiet hours were being strictly enforced with double demerits for anyone who caused a disruption. So maybe you were sleeping. Oh kriff, he would never recover from the embarrassment if he had come to bother you while you were trying to rest. That thought was almost enough to make him turn on his heel and leave immediately. Then the door whizzed open.

The person standing in the doorway was not you. She had straight, dark hair tied back casually from her face and eyes that regarded him curiously. He immediately intuited that this must be Jeela.

“Can I help you?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Hux swallowed. Jeela didn’t look like she had just woken up, and the lights in the room beyond her seemed to be on, so he allowed himself a small measure of relief that he hadn’t bothered you while you were sleeping. But also, you were probably in the room, just feet from him. And if he wanted to see you, then he needed to find some way to answer Jeela’s question, and he needed to do it now.

His voice was remarkably steady as he informed her that he had come to see you. One of her eyebrows lifted slightly, clearly in surprise. Nevertheless, she turned back into the room and called your name.

“There’s someone here to see you,” she added, presumably to a question from you that Hux couldn’t hear.

He didn’t even have time to prepare himself before you appeared, stepping somewhat tentatively toward the doorway. The sight of you alone was enough to stop most of his normal functioning. Even his treasured memories could hardly compare to the reality of you standing just in front of him. A flash of recognition passed across your face and then you looked almost… excited. You gave him a bright smile and everything in him went weak. It was a miracle he was able to stay upright, that nearly impossible feat only achieved thanks to his years of being drilled into perfect attention at all times.

“Hi Armitage,” you said softly. If he had been a droid, no doubt all of his sensor suites would be blinking uncontrollably, little sirens going off to indicate he had reached his maximum computational capacity.

He tried to stutter out his own greeting, but only half of it came out, and even that was garbled. You didn’t seem to care at all.

“It’s quiet hours – you’ll get in trouble if any administrators come through on hall checks. Why don’t you come in,” you offered, shooting a quick glance at Jeela as though to see if she was alright with the prospect. Hux had almost forgotten Jeela was there at all. She just shrugged and pushed herself off the doorframe, disappearing back into the room.

Wait. You were inviting him inside. He had not calculated for this. He knew what to do if you had stayed in the doorway. He knew what to do if you had stepped into the hall to talk to him. He even knew what to do if you had suggested the two of you talk elsewhere. He had not planned for a scenario in which you invited him inside.

He had never assumed you would be interested enough to invite him in. He had never assumed you would be comfortable enough to invite him in. Inviting him in suggested a lengthier conversation. It suggested you were at least somewhat enthusiastic about his presence. As he reworked these new calculations, their results causing heat to flood through him, he realized he was still standing in the hallway. You had invited him inside. He needed to go inside.

With a little duck of his head that was both a pathetic gesture of thanks and a failed attempt to hide the red that was climbing steadily into his cheeks, he stepped toward the doorway. You moved back slightly, letting him enter the room. As soon as he was inside, he realized he had completed the only step in the hasty plan he had constructed, and he had no idea what to do next.

Just as he was trying to untangle his mess of thoughts and figure out what the next normal action would be, you reached toward him, and he was frozen on the spot, his thoughts still a snarled mess. Your arm passed just fractions of an inch from him as you pressed the button to close the door behind him. His face was blazing. He should have moved. It would have been normal to move. But you were so close to him. He couldn’t move. He was sure you could sense his ragged breathing as clearly as he could already feel the comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from you.

You retracted your arm then and offered him a little smile. The potential courses of action he was attempting to assemble in his mind went clattering to the ground.

“Um, here – why don’t you sit?” You turned your attention to the desk that he suddenly realized he was standing next to. You had pulled out the chair, offering it to him, but then a little exclamation left your mouth.

“Oh! Sorry, I was studying – all my things are still out.” In a flurry of activity, you shuffled your datapad and notes and a few other items that had been spread out on the surface of the desk. Tucking them into a neat stack off to the side, you indicated to the chair again with an inviting smile.

Sitting down was probably within his capabilities. He sank into the chair, folding his long limbs inwards as he tried not to disturb anything. He should probably say something. He gathered his remaining senses and attempted to take a subtle deep breath.

“Thank you,” he murmured, mildly impressed the words came out of his lips at all. That was a start. “You didn’t need to move your things on account of me – they—they didn’t bother me at all.” Had he just articulated a nearly coherent sentence to you? He didn’t want to congratulate himself too soon, but he did allow himself to relax just slightly. Maybe he could actually do this after all.

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” you assured him. “I needed to clean them up anyway since I’ll be going to bed before too much longer.” You stood in front of him for a moment, your hands folded in front of you, unconsciously twining and unentwining your fingers. Hux watched the movement fixedly, vividly remembering how your hand felt clasped in his, recalling the sparks each brush of your fingers set off on his skin. He really wanted to reach forward and take your hands in his, to ease your nervous gesture and savor the glowing sensation of your touch. But he understood only too distinctly that he could not do that. He tried to clear the image from his mind. He caged his hands in his lap.

You seemed to realize that you were still standing then, and you shuffled back slightly to perch on the edge of what must have been your bed. The space was not large at all, and you were so close to him, his bent knee not far from touching yours. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this lightheaded while he was sitting down.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Jeela announced, causing Hux to snap his attention around to the other half of the room that clearly belonged to her. There was little to differentiate the sparse furnishings: the small room was a mirror image on each side, both halves populated with a regulation-issued bed, bedside table, desk, and chair, with a shallow closet inset into the wall near the foot of each bed. His eyes flicked over the dark walls and matching furniture and linens as he tried to ground himself, situating himself in the space. Certainly it looked just like every other room in any of the dormitory areas of the ship, inspected nearly daily to ensure it met regulation. But also, it was yours. You lived here. And you had invited him inside. His chest was feeling a little staticky.

The door whizzed open and shut behind him, presumably as Jeela left for the common refreshers. His eyes found you as you looked up to watch her leave. When the automatic lock clicked back into place, your attention returned to him and his reasoning abilities suffered under your soft gaze.

“It’s actually perfect that you came,” you said, and Hux could tell that you seemed genuinely excited. The buzzing in his chest increased considerably. “Because I was trying to message you.” You leaned forward to pull your datapad off the desk and flipped it open. “But since you’re in the engineering program, and I’m in the navy officers’ program, it wouldn’t let me do it with just your name – isn’t that silly? Just because we’re in slightly different advanced programs there’s an extra layer of required info just to be able to message each other. Anyway, I needed your student number too, which I didn’t know.”

You handed him your datapad, the screen pulled up to a message request screen, his name already filled in, the cursor blinking on the space for his student number. You had tried to message him. This whole time he had been inching closer and closer to your room each cycle, thinking himself out of it every time, and you had been trying to message him. The static in his chest must have spread to his head. All of his thoughts felt fuzzy as he struggled to regulate his breathing.

“Oh, sorry! But you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” you said instantly, pulling the device back slightly. Your face folded with embarrassment. “Sorry, I—I shouldn’t have assumed that you wanted me to message you. I— never mind.”

You had almost withdrawn the datapad entirely when Hux reached out on instinct and caught it, for once grateful for his long, gangly limbs. Your eyes were still nervous when you flicked your gaze to his. Stars, if only you know how kriffing much he wanted you to message him.

“Please,” he entreated quietly, gently pulling on the device to ease it back toward him, “you’re welcome to— well, I’d love for you to message me.” He had awkwardly traded a lukewarm sentiment that he thought would be expected for one that was certainly far too strong, even if it better articulated his true feelings. Why couldn’t this just come naturally to him? You didn’t seem to care about the faltering expression though, because the embarrassment faded from your features and you broke into a beaming smile that stilled all of Hux’s movement instantly.

“Oh! Well, wonderful, because I’d love to message you too! And, well, I did try, but it just…” You had released the datapad into his hands, and your sentence trailed off as you gestured vaguely to the screen that was demanding his student number. He looked at the empty box. You’d love to message him. He needed to input his student number. You’d love to message him. He’d had his student number memorized for years. You’d love to message him. What was his student number?

He blinked rapidly, trying to force himself to focus. If he wanted to message you, he needed to put in his student number. That knowledge was enough for him to fight through the staticky feeling that lingered in his mind and withdraw the required information from his cluttered mess of thoughts. He tapped the number into the box and double and triple checked it. Then he pressed the button to submit the request. After a moment of processing, the screen informed him that the message request had been sent successfully. Kriff, he wished he had his datapad with him so he could accept the request immediately. He handed the device back to you.

“I don’t have my datapad with me,” he apologized as you took the device and set it back on your desk, “but I’ll accept the request when I return to my room.”

“Oh, yes, of course! Whenever you have time is fine,” you assured him. It would be his first action immediately upon getting back to his room.

“Did, um… did you come for a particular reason?” you asked then. “I mean, I’m just glad you came! So, you didn’t have to have a reason, but I just didn’t know if you… did. Have a specific reason, that is.” You half buried your face in your hand then, as though embarrassed by your rush of words.

He was still processing the fact that you said you were glad that he had come, and that he didn’t need to have a reason. Did that mean he could stop by and see you again? That wasn’t precisely what you had said, but your words did imply it. Then he realized you had asked him a question. Did he have a particular reason for coming? Kriff, he did. He had somehow convinced himself that he would never get to the part of the conversation where he would actually need to tell you what that reason was, despite the fact that it had been one of the initiating factors for this whole trip. Well, that and just seeing you again. But he did have a reason. And you were asking for it. So he needed to tell you. He took a deep breath even as he knew his cheeks were flooding with pink.

“I um… I submitted one of my designs to a competition for cadets in the engineering program. And it— uh… it won, so…” He heard an excited gasp escape your lips and he looked up.

“Armitage, that’s wonderful! Congratulations!” In your genuine enthusiasm, you had reached across the small space between the two of you and caught his fingers in yours. You squeezed them lightly as though to emphasize your words before releasing them, but the gesture had effectively stopped nearly everything within Hux. Though the contact was brief, it left a glowing warmth on his skin that was beginning to sink into his body, causing little shivers to race through him. He stared almost uncomprehendingly at his fingers. You had touched him. Easily. Casually. Happily.

He tried to get his mouth to form the rest of the words to explain his reason for coming, but the sounds kept getting caught in his throat. You had touched him. He swore he could almost see fireworks going off on his hands, sending shimmering, golden sparks whirling in ecstatic spirals from the places where your fingers had touched his. In his deepest hopes, he had wished you would touch him again, but he hadn’t thought it would be so soon. He never thought it would be now.

When he tuned back into his senses, he realized his breathing was uneven. Kriff, he had been so stunned by the sudden, glorious contact with you that he had completely derailed his own thoughts. He couldn’t just sit there in silence looking at his hands, you’d think he was utterly deranged. What had he been saying? Right – he had been explaining the reason for why he had come to see you. He attempted to steady his breaths enough that he thought he would be capable of forming coherent words.

“And I won two passes to the officer’s dining hall.” It was a privilege sometimes granted to upper-level cadets for things like winning a competition or an outstanding academic record. It offered the rare opportunity to eat something other than nutrition bars. Hux didn’t really care about that though. He didn’t mind the nutrition bars, and he had never had any real desire to eat in the officer’s dining hall, even though many of his peers fantasized about it. That was why he had never entered this competition until now even though they ran it most terms – he just didn’t care about the prize. Until now. Until you.

“I’ve heard the food there is really good,” you said. “I knew someone last year who got a pass for acing a difficult test and she said there was a huge selection. You must be so excited to try it!” Kriff, your genuine enthusiasm on his behalf was making his whole body feel staticky. He needed to focus. He had to ask you.

“I was actually thinking— well, the reason I came to see you…” He suddenly had to grip the edge of the chair to keep himself steady as blood rushed into his head, pounding in his ears. Stars, he was so nauseous. He couldn’t believe he had made it this far. He truly had never planned for a scenario where he got to the point of actually asking you this. Probably because he knew subconsciously that if he had planned for it, he never would have come. Because what if you said no?

What if he asked, and you weren’t interested? What if you were horrified or disgusted? What if you laughed at him for suggesting such a thing? He would never recover from it. But you were excited that his design had won. You had touched him. Kriff, you had touched him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself, only to find that he was shaking uncontrollably. Maybe he would just pass out and he would never need to ask you. No. He needed to ask you.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to the officer’s dining hall. To get a meal. With me.” The words came out in such a flurried rush that he wasn’t even sure they were coherent. They probably weren’t. He pressed a hand to his face, unable to look at you. Everything in him was hot, and he was sure every inch of his pale, freckled skin was humiliatingly pink. He thought he was going to throw up. Maybe he should just get up, leave your room, and throw himself down the nearest garbage chute.

“Armitage, that’s so thoughtful – I would love to! But are you sure you want to spend your second pass on me? You could go twice if you wanted.”

Hux looked up immediately, his hand falling away from his face. You… you would love to go. With him. He searched your features, his roiling anxieties telling him it was somehow a joke. But he found nothing but enthusiasm in your expression. You actually wanted to go with him. His eyes continued to flick over your face, and then he detected just a trace of nervousness. Why were you nervous? Most of his reasoning faculties had shut down after he had heard that you would love to go with him, but you had said something else. He tried to replay the sentence. Oh, you were nervous because you weren’t sure he should spend his second pass on you, because he could go twice. He almost could have scoffed at that. The only reason he got them at all was to go with you. But you didn’t know that. You were being generous. He needed to say something so that you wouldn’t be nervous.

“No, I—I would very much like for you to go. With me. If you want.” He was painfully aware that the words were still awkward and hedging, but he was still having a hard enough time processing the fact that he had actually asked you, much less that you had said yes.

“If you’re certain, then yes, I’d love to go with you!” you exclaimed, and even Hux’s fears couldn’t find a reason to doubt your words from the happiness that was clearly written on your face.

You’d love to go you’d love to go you’d love to go. The thought was dancing in giddy circles through his head, and the fireworks that had cascaded over his hands were now popping and fizzing across his entire body, leaving trails of sparkling light behind. You’d love to go.

“Excellent. Perfect.” Hux couldn’t come up with any words that properly expressed his enthusiasm. “When would you like to go?” Stars, he wanted to go right that instant, to have an excuse to keep talking to you, to keep spending time with you, but he understood that was unrealistic. Your face fell a little and was overtaken by an expression of mild frustration. You reached for your datapad again.

“My schedule’s a little complicated right now,” you explained as you tapped at the device, likely bringing up your calendar. “Because I’m in Flight Mechanics for Complex Environments, but it’s the advanced section, so we have additional modules in the sims. But for whatever reason, our instructor only schedules them for a week at a time rather than all the way through the term, so I never know exactly what my schedule will look like, and I’m still waiting for her to publish the module times for next week.” You heaved a sigh and made a little gesture of annoyance that was utterly endearing despite the frustration that Hux realized had motivated it. His heart did a little flip in his chest.

“That’s completely fine,” he rushed to assure you. “Once you know, you can message me if you would like, and we can schedule something from there.” He was almost stunned by the clarity with which he had proposed the idea. The suggestion sounded… normal – it was a normal and reasonable thing to suggest. A little rush of pride washed through him.

“You’re right – that’s a great idea,” you responded, the brightness in your expression returning as you set your datapad back down. You thought it was a great idea. Yes! He was doing well at this!

After a moment, your face fell a little, and Hux’s celebratory mood along with it. His mind instantly concocted a thousand scenarios for the change in your expression, first among them was that you had finally realized what you agreed to and were regretting it. Why would you want to go to the officer’s dining hall with him? Why would you even want to be seen with him? Or spend time with him? The sick feeling in his stomach returned.

“I um…” you started quietly, your eyes flicking away from him as you absently picked at the black fabric of your covers. Hux’s full attention was locked on you. He was barely breathing as he strained to hear what you would say next, already filling in a hundred ways for you to say you were no longer interested in going with him.

“I wanted to apologize,” you said softly. Hux was certain he had not done well at repressing the look of complete shock on his face. Apologize? Apologize for kriffing what? He flipped back through every treasured interaction he had had with you, and – as he had expected – found not a single thing you should feel like you needed to apologize for.

“I was going to do it over messages, but I guess I’ll say it now. Since you’re here.” You took a little breath that trembled around the edges. You still weren’t looking at him. Now Hux was feeling sick for an entirely different reason. He didn’t want you to feel the need to apologize for anything. As far as he was concerned, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“I’m sorry for how I was in the sims,” you said finally, exhaling all the words in one long breath. “I—I think I was kind of overexcited and I didn’t let you do much of the flying. And I just— usually it’s just me in there, so I didn’t think about it, but I should have been more aware of that. And then I was thinking about it later, and I… Well, I was worried that maybe you didn’t have a very good time. Because of me. So I wanted to say sorry for that. And—and if you wanted to do it again sometime, I promise I’ll be better and um… and more cognizant. But I also understand if it wasn’t very fun for you and if you don’t want to go again. That’s fine too.” Your flood of words came out in a rush then. When you had finished, you finally looked at him again, and the worry he could see in your eyes was cutting through him.

Oh no. Oh kriff. You thought he didn’t have a good time. Because of you. Oh kriff kriff kriff how was he ever supposed to tell you that he was fairly certain he had never had a better time in his whole life because of you? He was halfway between crying for the first time in years and dissolving completely into panic. He needed you to not be worried about this. The idea of you thinking that somehow he hadn’t enjoyed himself and that any part of that was related to you was actually starting to make bile rise into his throat. How the kriff was he supposed to articulate that to you when he had almost thrown himself into a garbage chute over asking if you would like to get a meal with him? But he was becoming increasingly aware that he needed to say something, and he needed to say it soon, because otherwise you would probably take his silence as confirmation that your fears were true, even though they couldn’t be further from the truth.

“No, no, no, not at all.” It was a start at least, but he needed to say something else, something more reassuring.

“I really enjoyed myself.” A paltry way to express that those couple hours he had spent with you were some of the best he had ever experienced. But he knew anything further would be far beyond his capacity to articulate without risk of becoming completely nonfunctional. He needed to say something more though, something that proved his words were true. He forced himself to think. Was there a specific moment he could point to that he had enjoyed? Kriff, he had enjoyed all of it. And he certainly couldn’t say that most of his focus had been on everything about you: your voice, your laughter, your smile, if and when you were going to brush against his hand again. Blast it, he barely remembered the sim at all. Wait. He could say that. Kind of.

“And it’s actually me who should be apologizing – I fear I was not a very good co-pilot at all.” Hux was almost stunned into silence by his own words. That was precisely what he wanted to say. He shook his head slightly, making himself keep going.

“I’ve only taken the basic required flight courses, so I’m certain I wasn’t much help. And anyway, I…” His sudden burst of confidence deflated abruptly. He flexed his fingers nervously, hoping the movement might ease the words from his mouth.

“I enjoyed watching you fly. You… you’re really good at it.” He had barely managed a whisper, and he could already feel the heat coursing through his face. He had certainly gone way too far – that had not been the correct thing to say, even if it was true. His eyes were fixed on the dark, polished floor, cheeks blazing, waiting for you to say you wanted him to leave now.

“Really?” Your small question brought his gaze back up to you instantly, even before he could think about it. The only emotion he could read on your face was disbelief. He realized the beat of silence it took him to recalculate things was probably a bit too long, that he should have said something more quickly, but he had needed time to readjust.

“Really,” he promised. “And I would really like to go again,” he added, trying to ride the wave of bravery brought on by the knowledge that you hadn’t seemed at all put off by his confession. “And I can bring my designs if you want.” Stars, he would probably pass out for real if you flew his designs and liked them, but even the prospect of that humiliation was not enough to stop him from wanting it so desperately that it made the edges of his words tremble just a little.

“Yes, Armitage, I’d love that!” The genuine enthusiasm in your voice coupled with your bright smile immediately reduced all of his thoughts to delighted static. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware that he should probably say something back, not just stare at you wordlessly. He simply breathed the word ‘okay’ into the small space between you, still too entirely captivated by the radiant light of you to produce anything further. Oh kriff you’d love to go with him and have him bring his designs and then you could fly them and you might even like them and then maybe you’d touch him again and what if you held his hand again and what if you liked that too and you were going to go to the officer’s dining hall with him and you were excited for that as well and then maybe you’d enjoy your time with him there and then want to spend even more time with him after. Hux struggled to process everything that had just happened and what it all meant. He would need to think through this further later, because right now his glowing cloud of elated thoughts was making him feel so lightheaded he feared he might actually be wavering on the chair.

He had almost gotten to the point of trying to say something else to you when he was suddenly snapped back into the present as the door whirred open and Jeela reentered the room. That meant his time alone with you was ended for the moment. He could only bear that thought with some measure of forbearance because he knew he would have more time with you later. He also understood that Jeela’s reentry and your comment about going to bed soon meant he needed to leave.

He was preparing to do just that when Jeela made a move he had not expected. She strode past him and came to land on your bed, sitting next to you.

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself before,” she said, “I think I was in shock, because this one,” she mock-punched you and you dodged her hand with a little laugh, “never has guests. But I’m Jeela Mitaka.”

“Armitage Hux,” he responded on instinct with a little duck of his head. This was an exchange he understood well. Jeela’s expression quirked into one of mild surprise.

“Oh! The one you told me about from the party?” she asked you, and you seemed to fumble with your words for a minute as a sort of shy embarrassment fell over your features. Then you just nodded in confirmation when nothing was forthcoming from your lips.

You… you had told Jeela? About him? He had hoped to be able to keep himself composed in front of your roommate, but he knew his face was steadily pinking again. Stars, what had you told her? Why did you seem shy or embarrassed all of a sudden? Kriff, what had you told her? The very idea that you would tell her anything about him, that he was that noteworthy to you, was truly making it quite difficult for him to breathe.

“Come on,” she playfully jostled you with her shoulder, “you should have told me I was in the presence of a hero.” She flicked her gaze to him then, her words more serious: “thanks for saving my roommate from a panic attack, Hux. That was really nice of you to do.”

Oh no. This was bad. This was really bad. Well, actually it was good. So good. So kriffing good. But also it was bad. Because now Hux was going to black out for sure, right then and there. If he had been a droid, there would be wisps of smoke rising from him as his control panels popped open, loose wires and springs bursting free from their casings as he malfunctioned entirely. He wasn’t going to be able to come back from this.

You had told Jeela that he had saved you from your panic attack, which was far from true – he had barely done anything – but somehow you thought he had? Jeela had considered him a hero – although he knew her tone was slightly joking, but still – did that mean that was how you had presented him to her? As a hero? He tried to swallow but his throat was so dry. One of his hands gripped at the edge of the chair again, the other arm wrapped around his torso as he tried to keep himself from physically shaking. He wasn’t sure it fully worked. His mind and body were reacting like his modeling programs when he wasn’t patient enough to wait for all the metrics to load and render before he added more – he was struggling to process this information.

“I didn’t do much,” he was finally able to stammer out, the words only pulled from his mouth by the knowledge that if he sat there silently twitching for one more second, you would be seriously reevaluating your far-too-generous praise of him. “But I was happy to help.”

He dared to glance up at you then, a bold move considering that even under normal circumstances your warm gaze and soft smile were enough to empty his mind of all thoughts. The way you were looking back at him was still shy, but also almost… glowing? Was that possible? It must have been, because all of a sudden it felt like he was standing in a sunbeam, the golden warmth soaking into his skin and down to his very bones. Everything in him felt soft.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” he said hoarsely. He was suddenly painfully aware that if he lingered one more minute under the glowing light of you, he might never be able to force himself to leave.

He gathered his remaining senses – there weren’t many left to him. He tried to feel each of his limbs, to sense if he might be able to stand without faltering. Maybe he should falter though, then you might catch him, your warm hands pressed against him, sending fireworks exploding across his skin. No. He couldn’t do that. In his current state, he might start crying if you touched him again, despite how he longed for you to do so. He couldn’t risk it.

He pushed himself up to stand, and you echoed the motion. Oh kriff, the room was so small, and you were so close to him now. He had stood surprisingly steadily, but now that steadiness was being severely compromised by the way he thought he would be able to almost feel you breathing if he inched just slightly closer. No. No no no no. He couldn’t do that. He needed to leave before he ruined everything.

You might have thought he was a hero, but he knew that he was a fumbling, awkward mess, and it would take just one wrong move for you to see it too. Then you would never want to see him again and then he would never see you smile at him again or hear your warm laugh and then you wouldn’t touch him again, and those thoughts were making him feel quite ill. He swallowed the bile that was threatening to rise further into his throat. He had to focus on the positive: you were going to the officer’s dining hall with him, you wanted him to bring his designs to the sims next time, and – for the moment at least – you thought he was a hero. He just needed to act normally enough that you would still want to spend more time with him.

He took a quiet deep breath and tried to offer you what he hoped was a smile. That was a normal thing to do, right? A good expression that would assure you that he was happy? Kriff, it probably looked so wrong and stiff on his face. Even if it did, you were gracious enough to return the smile, beaming at him happily in a way that almost made him fall back into the chair.

He turned toward the door, and he could sense you following just behind. He was also aware of Jeela still sitting on the bed, watching the interaction unfold with curious eyes. He needed to be normal, he reminded himself, he needed to be someone you would want to spend more time with.

“Thank you so much for coming, Armitage,” you said as you pushed the button to open the door, and he could hear the sincerity in your voice.

“Of course,” he replied, forcing the words from his still-dry throat as he moved toward the doorway. He just needed to not kriff this up in the last few paces out the door.

“I’ll message you!” you promised as he stepped through the doorway, and he ducked his head in acknowledgement. He could already imagine the absolute elation he would feel when he saw your name pop onto his datapad screen with a message.

“Bye, Armitage!” you said with a little wave as the door whizzed shut. He raised his hand in an echoing gesture that he hoped you saw before the door closed entirely.

In the quiet corridor, he took a breath so deep it filled his whole thin frame. His thoughts were still a scrambled mess. So much had happened in the brief time he had spent with you. He had so much information he needed to sort out and make sense of. But first and foremost, he needed to return to his room and approve your message request as soon as possible so you could message him. Jolts of excited electricity burst through him at the thought, and he hurried back through the corridors, happier than he could ever remember being. You were going to message him.

#charlotte writes #time after time (hux x reader)#general hux x reader #star wars #fic #i really hope this dream series will continue #and we'll get some glimpses into current hux waking up and telling this to reader lol #i'm really curious to know what he would retell and which parts he'd keep to himself ehehe #and reader's reaction too!#no pressure ofc tho<3 #user: charlottesbookclub

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sashi-ya · 4 years ago

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Can I request a calm unbothered strawhat reader and she a swordsman. That law almost went nuts cause she doesn't listen to his plans much. And oh my god I love your writings so fricking muchh😍🤩

Hi!! Of course darling! I swear poor Law is gonna burst someday hahaha, poor thing ♥ This is actually a little drabble of how I imagined myself if I was at Dressrosa so many times. Plus I wrote it in a “comical” style, so please enjoy~ If you or someone would like me to keep including the reader into the canon AU I’d love to do it! Dressrosa is by far my favourite arc ever, so I wouldn’t mind at all writing some more ♥ Thank u for your request and your kind words! ♥ ~

TW: None. Stressed Law (as always). You can see this as romantic or not depending on how you wanna read the ending ♥

WC: 692

AU: Canon AU (Dressrosa Arc)

“So did everybody get the plan?” asks once again Law before descending the ship. “Yes!”, “Uhum”, “Right” everybody assures, but not you. You were sleeping the whole day, and of course you didn’t hear Law at all. “(Name)-ya…” he asks you. “Hmm?” you ask him, already expecting to hear him shout at you. “Did you get the plan?” he asks calmly, yet with a twitching eye. “Yeah” you stand up, giving Law your Katana so you could stand up.

“Thank you, darling” you tell him, grab your sword, and stretch your arms in front of the emo doctor that’s been with your crew for a couple of weeks now. Grey eyes and big dark circles look at you, you can feel how much he hates your laid back style, as much as Luffy’s unpredictable ways.

You walk away and before descending the Sunny, you turn around and tell him “Cooome on, Torao!! Let’s have some fun, smile…”. He looks at you with pure hate and shouts -losing his calm- “I CAME HERE TO KILL DOFLAMINGO, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUN??!”. “Right, right. Let’s kill that bitch, then” you tell him, and jump off the ship into the coast.

Of course you didn’t follow the plan, it was too damn boring. Plus, the things should be done as they are needed depending on the consequences. Isn’t that the leitmotif of your captain Luffy?...

While swinging your katana and running away from the stupid guards and some toys over the streets of Dressrosa, you stumble upon your fellow swordsman Zoro. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask him. He laughs at you and points up. Luffy is hanging from who knows what and has Law grabbed with his legs.

“Da fuck are you two doing up there?” you shout, obviously laughing your ass off. “Mugiwara-ya, let me down now” he says and in a matter of seconds your senchou falls over him into the remaining floor destroyed by that funny voice stone douche. “What’s the name of that thing?” you ask, with teary eyes from all of the laughing, in between Law’s insults towards Luffy.

Law looks at you “PICA!, his name is fucking Pica. Stop laughing” he says. “I’m sorry” you tell him, wiping tears from your eyes. And then you notice he is handcuffed. “Pffff Law why are you handcuffed?” you ask him tilting your head to the side and trying to drown the need to laugh at him. Again, a twitching eye when he looks at you. “Why don’t you tell me why you are here and not where I planned you to be?” he asks, breathing hard. The shouting is imminent. Law is gonna kill you.

“Yeah… about that…” you say, confirming you haven’t even thought about the plan. “You didn’t follow the plan, right?” he asks laying on the ground. You hesitate to answer but you finally do. “I didn't” you confess.

Law is red, his eyes hold fire, twitching eyebrows, eyes. He clenches his mandible; you can hear his teeth grinding. “Mugiwara-ya?” he says calmly. “Yes, Torao?” Luffy says, completely unaware of what’s about to happen. “Remember when I told you I was gonna kill you first once I get uncuffed?” asks Law. “Mmmm” says Luffy, for real not remembering shit. “Never mind…” he says and looks directly towards you “I’M GONNA KILL YOU FIRST!!”.

You widen your eyes, perhaps looking at him with a scared expression. Yet, you don’t give a single fuck. You actually enjoy it when the doctor loses it. “Pfffff…. HAHAHAHAH” you start laughing once again and unsheathe your katana. Law looks at you, genuinely scared. You yawn, look at Zoro as if he already knew what you are about to do and then…

“For fuck’s sake (Name)-ya!!” Law shouts panting. “Ah don’t be such a pussy. You are free from those handcuffs, come here and now kill me if you dare” you tell him, winking.

“You. Me. When this is all over, we're gonna have a conversation” he says, but then gives you a side smirk and walks away with Luffy to take down his evil uncle… ♥ ~

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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #71-80

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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71) Lee Deku, Ler Todoroki

“Ah – crap!”

Todoroki turned, bursting into laughter when he saw Deku struggling with his shirt, trying to pull it over his head but only managing to get himself stuck. “Were you trying to do that cool ‘take your shirt off in a sexy way’ thing?”

“Shut up!” Deku whined, still wiggling and failing to free himself from his cotton prison. “It’s not like you were looking, anyway.”

Todoroki chuckled. “Do you need help?”

“…yes.”

The peppermint-colored teen walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder to let him know where he was, then paused. Deku’s face was covered up by a dark-colored shirt. He couldn’t see, and his torso was wide open. Those embers that were always simmering within him suddenly became a flame, and Todoroki simply couldn’t resist. He scribbled his fingers over Deku’s ribs.

“Aiiee! S-Shoto, dohohohohohon’t! No fahahahahahair!”

“Hold still,” Todoroki teased, reaching around to grab both sets of ribs and knead his thumbs into the bottoms of them. “I’m helping.”

“No you’re nohohohohohot!” Deku whined, giggling helplessly and still struggling in his shirt, unable to see or move his arms to stop his boyfriend whatsoever. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohohon’t tickle mehehehe!”

“Oh, baby, how could I resist?” Todoroki beamed at the reactions he pulled from his partner. He tried to resist the urge to go to his hips, but ultimately lost the battle and did so anyway, pressing deep into the hip bones and making Deku shriek and laugh so hard he toppled backward.

“NONONO SHOHOHOHOTO—!!”

Todoroki quickly caught him before he fell completely, holding him in a waltz dip, still scribbling over his hips and waistline with his free hand. “Aww, if you wanted to dance you could have just asked~”

Deku only seemed to laugh harder at that, now trying to get back on his feet – or just fall over and submit to the tickling; he didn’t really care which at this point. “GAHAHAHAHAHAD, SHOTO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

With a chuckle, Todoroki let up on his tickly attack, helping Deku to his feet and out of his shirt at last. As soon as his head was free, the bi-colored boy kissed him with a smile.

72) Lee Jirou, Ler Kaminari

“Give it back!” Jirou snapped, reaching into the air to try and grab her sheet music back from Kaminari, who smirked easily down at her. It was nice to have a couple of inches on her in times like these. “You idiot, those aren’t for you to see yet!”

“Yet?” Kami teased, but he purposely began to lower his arm so she could reach her prize. “Aww, did you write a song for me, babe?”

“In your dreams,” she spat, leaping into the air to snatch them back. But just as she was about to storm off, he grabbed her around the waist and skittered his fingers across her belly and sides, and she immediately dissolved into giggles. “Dehehehehenki, nahahahahahahaha!”

“Not gonna lie,” he said into her ear, chuckling at her fruitless attempts to get away. “I baited you on purpose so I could do this to you. I wanted to hear you laugh. It’s been a while, you know?”

“It hahahahahahas not! You h-hehehehear me lahahahaugh all the time!” Jirou protested, gripping his arm with one hand and her sheet music with the other. It was almost so crumpled as to be unreadable at this point. He’d pay for that later, he knew, but it was worth it to hear her giggle like this. Because of him.

“Not like this,” he replied gently, squeezing her sides now. “Not so freely. Not so happily. You work yourself too hard sometimes, you know that, Kyoka?”

She flushed at the use of her first name, crumbling under his relentless but gentle attack. “Fihihihihihine, you wihihihihin! Plehehehease stop!”

Kaminari let her go, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Just remember to take breaks, babe. That’s all I ask.”

She let out a few leftover giggles and sank back into his chest with a contented sigh. “Yeah, okay.”

73) Lee Momo, Ler Jirou

“W-Wait, wait – Kyokahahahahaha!” Momo giggled, stopping her own ticklish attack to protect herself from her girlfriend, who had suddenly decided she wanted to fight back for once.

Jirou’s eyes widened with glee. “You’re ticklish, too? Oh my gosh!” She quickly sat up and dug softly into Momo’s sides, gradually pushing her to the ground and straddling her waist. “I never thought you were. This is great!”

“Plehehehehehease!” Momo gripped Jirou’s wrists and squirmed on the floor, her smile wide and nose scrunched up in the absolute cutest way possible. She arched when Jirou squeezed her sides, broke into a squeal when those nails scribbled over her belly. “Kyokahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap!”

“Oh, no way, babe.” Jirou smirked, sliding one hand under her girlfriend’s shirt to scratch teasingly at her navel. “This is gold.”

Momo whimpered cutely in the split second before Jirou finally wiggled her finger into her belly button, drawing a squeal and high-pitched, bubbly, unstoppable giggles from her lips. She dug her heels into the carpet, threw her head back in ticklish agony. “Nohohohohohoho not thehehehehehehere! Baby, plehehehehehease!”

Jirou’s ears went hot. She couldn’t stop smiling, either. “Sorry, lovely. You’re being way, way too cute for me to stop now. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Momo lay there giggling for a long, long time.

74) Lee Bakugou, Ler All Might

“Let me go!” Bakugou roared, wrestling in All Might’s grip. “Let me at him! I’ll teach that extra to disrespect me!”

All Might sighed. This wasn’t an unusual scenario for the angry blonde, but it certainly got tiring after a while. He held onto the back of the teen’s shirt, unwilling to let him go no matter how he yelled or fought back. “Calm down, young man.”

“Let go of me!”

“Calm down first.”

Bakugou let out a frustrated shout, whirling around to loosen All Might’s grip on him, then trying to take off at a sprint after the poor soul who had offended him. The former pro hero grabbed his arm and pulled him back harshly.

“You need to take a minute,” All Might said firmly, frowning at him. “I’m not joking around.”

“Neither am I!”

All Might rolled his eyes. He’d had just about enough of this attitude. He yanked Bakugou’s arm up above his head and used his free hand to dig into his ribs.

The change in tone and demeanor was instantaneous.

“NO!! NO DON’T DO THAHAHAHAT!!” Bakugou yelled, unable to help the laughter that slipped past him. He began a whole different kind of struggling, trying to reach across his chest to grab the hand tickling him but unable to reach it. “KNOHOHOCK IT OFF!!”

All Might smirked. He dug in a little harder, and finally the blonde twisted in such a way that the pro hero could see his wide, helpless smile. “Ah, much better. No more growling.”

Bakugou’s cheeks turned red. He wrenched his head away. “STOHOHOHOHOP!! ALL MIHIHIHIGHT!!”

“Are you calm?”

“YEHEHEHES NOW STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Good enough.” All Might finally released him, and Bakugou hunched over in relief, rubbing his face as though trying to physically wipe the grin from it.

“That was a low blow,” he muttered.

“I’m afraid you deserved it, young Bakugou.”

75) Lee Todoroki, Ler Tokoyami

“Not gonna talk, pouty?” Tokoyami scoffed. “I know who will get you speaking.”

Todoroki glanced up when Dark Shadow appeared, quirking a brow in intrigued confusion. How was this creature going to make him spill anything? He got his answer a moment later when Dark Shadow lunged for him, grabbing his arms and pulling them above his head so that Tokoyami could sit in his lap and wiggle his fingers in his belly and sides.

“Gahk! Pffff – no – ahahahahahahahaha!” Todoroki squealed with giggles, trying to move his arms and legs but unable to budge even a little bit thanks to the heft of Tokoyami in his lap and the firm grip of the monster he controlled. “Nohohohohoho! Dohohohohohohon’t – thahahahat’s not fahahahair!”

“What’s wrong?” Tokoyami asked evenly, like he had at least twice before it came to this playful interrogation.

“Nohohohohohothing!”

“Liar.”

“Stohohohohop! I’m not lyihihihing – ah, no! Nohohohohoho! Not THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” The half-and-half boy shrieked when Tokoyami’s fingers wiggled up into his underarms, making him laugh harder despite himself. The fact that he couldn’t even squirm only made it tickle more. “NO, TOKOYAHAHAHAMI, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Better talk.”

“THEHEHEHERE’S NOHOHOTHING TO SAHAHAHAHAHAY!!”

“Very well.” Tokoyami nodded to his partner in crime. “Dark Shadow?”

The creature left Todoroki’s arms and slithered down and around to his feet, dragging his claws up and down the helpless soles, and the peppermint-colored boy laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. It didn’t take long at all for him to start tapping on Tokoyami’s shoulders, signaling his submission.

“OKAY I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHALK JUST PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Tokoyami did stop, but he didn’t move, and neither did Dark Shadow. “Spill.”

After giggling for several more moments and catching his breath, Todoroki admitted, “I…I failed a test I studied really hard for. It just makes me upset because I put so much work into it.”

“Ah.” The bird boy finally climbed off, Dark Shadow going back to sleep within him. “I can understand your frustration. But being pouty won’t solve anything. Perhaps you should speak with Mr. Aizawa about it. I’m sure he could point you in the right direction for next time.”

Todoroki nodded. “You’re probably right. Thanks, Tokoyami – even if tickling it out of me was cheating.”

Tokoyami just smirked at him.

76) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Here come the itsy bitsy spiders~” Shinsou teased, touching down moments later on Deku’s ribs under his shirt and moving his fingers around like little spiders crawling all over him.

Deku squeaked and giggled, blushing red and tugging halfheartedly on his makeshift restraints. His hands were bound behind him with one necktie and another had been tied over his eyes as a blindfold, leaving him completely helpless to whatever tickling Shinsou threw his way. And Shinsou intended to throw a lotof tickling his way.

“Tickle, tickle,” the purple-haired boy teased, beaming at his increasingly flustered boyfriend. “What’s the matter, Zuku? Don’t you like the spiders?”

Deku shook his head, though his bright, happy giggles suggested otherwise.

“Oh, well that’s too bad. They sure like you!” Shinsou began spidering a little lower, closer to his waistline. “See? They’re looking for your most ticklish spot, babe~”

“Nohohohohoho,” the greenette whined playfully, squirming beneath the fingers poking and prodding into his belly. “Toshiehehehehehe…”

“Talk to the spiders, Zuku. They’re the ones about to tickle, tickle, tickle you silly~”

Deku sputtered around a burst of laughter when one of Shinsou’s fingers strayed a little further down, slipping under the waistband of his shorts to scribble lightly at the sensitive hollow there. Being blindfolded was making this tickle so much more – but it was also making it a lot more fun, too.

“Uh-oh~ I think they found it~” Shinsou scribbled wildly over Deku’s hips, enjoying the loud shriek he pulled from his boyfriend, followed by bouts of loud, helpless laughter. “Aw, coochie coo, baby~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Deku cried, flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water, throwing his torso back and forth in an attempt to lessen the sensations.

“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Zuku.” Shinsou settled himself even further on his thighs and went for broke, drilling his thumbs into the hollows, making Deku absolutely scream with hysterical laughter. “I suppose you’ll just have to take it~”

77) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can leave,” Todoroki sighed, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. “Just put it on, you hothead.”

“I’m not putting on the stupid tie,” Bakugou growled, said necktie discarded at his feet. He thrust his hands in his pockets with a scowl. “Move your butt, icy-hot.”

“Not until you put that on.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“It’s a formal event. You have to wear a tie.”

“Like heck I do.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me make you put it on, Bakugou. That would just be embarrassing for the both of us.”

“You can’t make me do anything, Mr. Number One Hero’s son!”

That was the wrong thing to say. Todoroki lunged at him faster than the blonde could react, but to Bakugou’s surprise, he didn’t start throwing punches. Instead he found purchase on that spot just below his underarms and dug in relentlessly.

“GAH!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE—?! NAHAHAHAHA YOU STUPID EXTRAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou screeched with laughter, trying and failing to push Todoroki off of him. “GET OHOHOHOFF!! GET OFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Put the tie on.”

“NO WAHAHAHAHAHAY!!”

“I won’t stop until you put it on.”

The words sent a sharp shiver down Bakugou’s spine. He renewed his efforts to kick, punch, shove, roll over, or anything else he could do to get Todoroki to stop. But if there were two things he knew for sure, it was that 1) he wouldn’t be able to hold out for more than a minute as long as Todoroki didn’t let up on that spot and 2) Todoroki really, really loved tickling people until they couldn’t take any more.

“FIHIHIHIHIHINE!! FINE I’LL PUHUHUHUHUT IT ON!! TODOROKIEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Promise?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES I PROHOHOHOHOMISE NOW STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Todoroki let up, keeping his fingers wiggling threateningly the entire time Bakugou fumbled with his tie, finally putting it on properly with a huff of irritation. “There. Happy now?”

“I could take it or leave it,” Todoroki said, getting to his feet and leading the blonde out the door. “But I’m happy to tickle you into submission again whenever you want me to.”

78) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“I didn’t know you had freckles there,” Kirishima remarked, surprised.

Bakugou grunted. “Where?”

“Here.” Kiri began tracing between the light dots on his knees, connecting them with invisible lines. “On your kneecaps.”

“Hrk!” Bakugou jerked his knee out of the redhead’s grip, cheeks pink. “Don’t do that.”

Kiri smiled, gently taking his knee back and sitting on his foot, keeping him pinned in place while he lightly traced on either side of the blonde’s kneecaps. “Why? Ticklish here?”

“Mhmhm!” The blonde pressed his lips together against the giggles, falling back on the bed and covering up his face, his free foot digging into the quilt, kicking now and then but never at Kiri.

“Aw, how cute~” Kirishima started kissing along the area, scribbling his fingers under the soft knee pits. “You have ticklish freckles, baby?”

“Stohohohohohop!”

“But you’re so cuuuute like this!”

“Nohohohohoho!” Bakugou grabbed the hem of his shirt and clutched with everything he had. He was honestly loving the soft, ticklish treatment, but it was driving him mad at the same time. He started pounding a fist into the mattress at his side. “Kiri, plehehehehehehease!”

Kirishima beamed, gently running his hand from the blonde’s ankle to his knee and further up, lightly skittering along the way, keeping him in giggles even as he repositioned them so he was straddling his boyfriend, gradually pinning his arms above his head and kissing his neck. “You’re adorable, Baku-babe.”

“I told you not to call me that – EEEP!!”

Kiri tweaked his ribs again and pressed his hand to Bakugou’s chest, feeling his racing heart and growing encouraged by how he was affecting his partner. “And I told you, you can’t stop me.”

Bakugou tried to sit up, but Kiri used his quirk to hold him firmly in place. The blonde gave an angry little pout. “Come on, Ei. Kiss me already.”

Kirishima giggled, then did just that.

79) Switches Mina and Kaminari

“You look so cute!” Denki teased as he held one of Mina’s arms above her head, scribbling into her armpit teasingly. “Look at that big smile!”

“Denkiehehehehehehe!” she whined, trying to twist around to fight him off, but he’d only move with her, keeping her in constant giggles and constantly unable to get him back. “Ehehehehehehehe!”

“Tickle, tickle, Mina~” he dragged his fingers down her ribs to her sides, then around to her belly, all while holding on to her arm. “Do the other guys know you’re this easy to take down?”

“Eheheheheheasy?!” she sputtered indignantly. “I’m lehehehehehetting you win!”

Denki smirked. “Sure you are.”

Suddenly Mina wrenched her arm free, catching him off-guard and whirling to grab onto his sides before he could process her escape, forcing bubbly giggles up out of him as well. Unfortunately for Denki, he was far more ticklish than she was.

“Nahahahahahaha!” The blonde fell unceremoniously to the ground, grabbing onto her arms and trying to push her away as he laughed. “No fahahahahahahahahair!”

“I told you I was letting you win,” she shot back, scribbling wildly over his belly and hips. “You look so cuuuute!”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“But you called me cute! Why can’t I call you cute?”

“It’s dihihihihifferent with yohohohou!”

“Because I’m a girl?” Mina reached behind her to squeeze his knees, enjoying the loud scream she got in response.

“NO NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!” he cried, shaking his head desperately. “YOU’RE AHAHAHAHAHACTUALLY CUTE!! I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

Mina gasped dramatically. “Take that back!”

“NEHEHEHEHEVER!!”

“Fine, then.” She leaned down to begin blowing raspberries on his belly, making Denki squeal with renewed hysterics. “I’ll just have to tickle you until you do.”

80) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“Doesn’t this seem a little unnecessary?” Todoroki asked nervously as Bakugou lifted his arm above his head.

“You’re the one who decided to tackle me like an American football player out there.”

“I was pushing you out of harm’s way, hothead.”

“I never said I wasn’t thankful for that, brain freeze. Now hold still.” Bakugou gently ran his hand down the length of Todoroki’s side, from the middle of his ribs to the bottom, where he’d taken the most impact. The half-and-half hero twitched, making the blonde smile gently. “Ticklish? Or does it hurt?”

“No, j-just ticklish,” Todoroki admitted.

“You’ve got a pretty good bruise right here.” Bakugou ran his hand along his boyfriend’s bottommost rib, making him sputter out a giggle and jerk away. “Heh. What’s the matter, icy-hot? I’m just trying to make sure you didn’t break anything.”

“I’m fahahairly certain I dihihidn’t.” Todoroki tried to pull his arm back down, but Bakugou wouldn’t let him, and when their eyes met the peppermint boy suddenly grew flustered and giggly even before his boyfriend started to push him down onto the bed. “Nohohoho, I’m fihihihine, Katsuki!”

“Are you?”

“Yehehehehes!”

“Hmm.” Bakugou straddled him, holding both arms above his head now, smirking wickedly down at him. He could never get enough of how his presence could make Todoroki a blushing, giggling mess when he got playful like this. “I’d better kiss it to make sure you’ll heal properly.”

“No,” Todoroki whispered breathlessly, smiling wide. “Dohohon’t…”

“I think you want me to.” Bakugou leaned down and placed the gentlest of kisses to the affected area, making sure to take extra care with the dark bruise that had formed along his boyfriend’s bottom rib. Then he kissed his way up his chest to the crook of his neck, making Todoroki squeal and kick a leg into the air. “Don’t worry, Sho. You’ll get better quicker now that I’ve kissed you all over.”

“M-Mahahahagic kisses?” the icy-hot hero teased through his giggles.

Bakugou kissed his lips to shut him up. “Heck yeah, baby. Magic kisses.”

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