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otomiyaa · 3 months ago

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Ticklish Vyn Richter x Reader

Romantic + 47. “I wasn’t even touching you.” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

It was still early and the scent of coffee and baked egg still lingered in your apartment as you cleaned up the kitchen.

You hummed and thought about today's plans. "Vyn, will you join me to the store today? I need to get some groceries."

"Sure thing." Vyn stood right by your side to help you clean up and -

"AHh!" you suddenly yelped and pulled your arms back immediately. The salt which you were trying to put on the top shelf fell from your hands, and you watched how the little container fell on the floor, scattering the contents all over.

Vyn stared at it. "I guess we need new salt too," he said dryly. You sighed.

"I'm sorry about that," you whined, and you kneeled down to clean up the mess.

"What happened anyway? Did I startle you?" Vyn asked. You blushed.

"I thought... I thought you were going to tickle me. Silly, right?"

You glanced shyly at his reaction, and he chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to?"

"No! You just moved your hand like that, and my arms were up and... it's a normal reflex, don't worry about it."

"I think it's because you're just too ticklish," Vyn said teasingly. You gasped and blushed even more.

"Dr. Vyn, as a psychiatrist you should know everything about human reactions like this. It's called anticipation. A-anyone would've reacted like this."

"Only anyone who's as ticklish as you are. Very true, sweetie."

You held back a laugh. Sometimes Vyn was just too smug and teasy. Such a know-it-all. You interrupted the salt-cleaning by grabbing his wrist, and you pulled him up. You cornered him against the kitchen counter and looked at him intensely.

"I'll show you. Here. Arms up."

Vyn stared at you. "And if I don't want to?"

You rolled your eyes. "Then I'll say you're a childish doctor who can't prove he's right. So, arms up!"

Vyn, though still smirking and looking way too confident, raised his arms.

"I think you're actually being the childish one here, but I won't say it. So, like this?" He put his hands behind his head.

You nodded. "That's more like a model pose, but sure. So I move my hands like this," you said, moving your hands closer to his exposed torso.

Shit. He didn't even twitch! He cocked his head. "And then what?" he asked.

"And then..." You moved your hands even closer. Damn, was it really just you? Too ticklish to even get someone's hand close to you whenever you lift your arms without activating your jumpy reflexes? You knew Vyn was ticklish too. Maybe not as bad as you were, but you really thought he'd react.

Hm... You wiggled your fingers experimentally. Now that worked. Vyn lowered his arms in surprise.

"What's wrong? I wasn’t even touching you." Now it was your turn to be smug. Vyn glared at you.

"I didn't wiggle my fingers. It doesn't count," he said, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers to make you stop wiggling them right next to him.

"Oh but it does count. I was proving to you that reacting because of anticipating tickles could happen to anyone. Unless... you fall in the same category as me? Are you that ticklish as well? I don't recall it," you teased, and you were pleased when you successfully landed an attack: you brought your free hand to his side and started to tickle.

"Hehehey! Don't - now y-you're just beheing- ahhhahah!" Vyn giggled. Cute. He dropped your other hand and tried to catch the tickly one, not realizing he freed your hand to do just the same. Now you could tickle him with both hands, and Vyn wiggled charmingly against the kitchen counter.

"I'm just being ahahah? I'm afraid I do not understand, doctor," you sang. Vyn's reflex was taking him further back into the kitchen in a cute ticklish dancing routine. You chuckled when you flexibly hopped around the salt on the floor while he pranced right through it with his bare feet.

"Right through the salt you go," you giggled, catching him again when he couldn't go further. Then when you managed to dig both your claws into his tummy from behind, you really had him. Your lover thought he could tease you about being ticklish without consequences? Think again!

"Okahahay! Point mahahade! Now s-stohohop!" Vyn laughed. Usually strong enough to pin you down and tickle you to tears, Vyn actually didn't seem able to shake you off him right now. You couldn't believe you hadn't tried to tickle him before. Well, at least not like this.

You had sometimes given him a soft tickle here and there, a little poke or some flirty things like sliding your finger down his back, enough to make him gasp or giggle, but it'd usually result in just a mild reaction and your own downfall.

What a nice discovery on a plain Saturday morning!

"Ihihif you d-don't stop hehe- I'll-!" You didn't let him finish and managed to twirl him around so you could stand on your toes to kiss him.

Vyn laughing like this really had made you fall in love with him even more. You felt him relax, as did your fingers on his sides. You wrapped your arms around his middle. Pressing your body against him, you really were getting ready to taste more of him. But no making out was going to happen the moment Vyn buried his fingers under your arms.

"HNGah!" You jumped with your arms still around him, and your eyes widened in realization.

"I was going to say... If you don't stop, I'll get you back twice as much. Did you want that to happen?" Vyn asked in such a stern voice it sounded sexy.

"I.... I stohohopped!" you laughed, but Vyn was already tickling you. Well, that was bound to happen, and soon you sank through your knees and literally went rolling through the salt, squealing and cackling while Vyn had his well-deserved revenge.

Oh well, adding this salty tickle fight to your romantic experiences with Vyn Richter... you couldn't really complain!

#x reader tickles #vyn richter #x reader #vyn richter x reader #tickling #tickle fic #tears of themis #tot #otomiya!writes #lee!vyn

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choochooboss · 10 months ago

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Introducing your station master & Magma event host!

Since there's already a lot of passengers visiting this station and I haven't spared much time to get to know my fellow submas fans over Tumbrl yet, an introduction would be in place!

I'm Jun, nice to meet you! *offers a hand for for a shake* I am a devoted submas artist & a monthly Magma event host! I go by ChooChooBoss everywhere (Twitter/Bsky/Twitch/Ko-Fi)!

This will be a long post! I will write a short intro as well which you can just skim through but here is a more in depth view how I got into submas, my other interests and life in general, in case you'd wish to know more about your conductor on this silly train!

How did I get into submas in the first place?

PLA. I met this certain mysterious & cool fellow time traveler and got curious! After the cave scene I went to read his Wiki, found out about Emmet, and... yeah. The emotional impact blasted me right out of a miserable cycle I was going through back then and set my soul on fire!! A month later I set up my first art account on Twitter, and the rest is history. They've become my greatest source of strength and inspiration and I enjoy drawing them every single day!

I love both twins very much! I tend to vibe with Ingo a little more than Emmet, but I draw Emmet more. People say I remind of butler Ingo the most, hehe. I certainly don't mind because I'm a big fan of butlermas!! In fact I got into submas & started playing Pokémon Masters EX in April 2022, a week before butler Ingo banner rolled in, so they truly got a special place in my heart ahah! (pssst draw more butlermas for me pls pls pls-)

However I don't draw warden Ingo as much as I would like to. I still get pretty emotional over his fate ahah, I can't draw him without a single tear! This sweet & kind man leading a good life and being an inspiration to others has been torn from literally everything he had for seemingly no reason apart from his name, clothes and the muscle memory and even those are barely intact. It seems like a miracle he's still standing and breathing after put through everything judging by the wear and tear on his uniform and body. Despite all that he carries a positive attitude, assists everyone in need, and does his best to help people and pokémon understand each other, unconditionally... Oh, my face is wet again...

My other interests besides submas?

Monster Hunter! Zelda! Genshin Impact! Super Mario! Trine! Crash Team Racing! And many many more! My favourite genres are platformers, kart racers, and action games, with a side of rhythm games. I'm a big fan of co-op games! I also watch my sis play JRPGs!

Monster Hunter is the dearest to me out of all. I've been hunting for well over a decade starting from MHFU. The games have charmed me with their incredibly satisfying combat system, world building, creature design, great attention to detail, character customisation and the games being nearly fully co-op!!

Other things I do:

Pokémon is practically the only turn-based game I enjoy, mainly because of the characters and collection aspect. However!! I adore Pokémon Colosseum (the first pkmn game I ever played!) and it's double battle focus, so The Indigo Disc has been a delight after the long starvation for double battles, coming up with different combinations makes the battles much more fun to me!!... I sound like Emmet here do I ahahah! We also share the fact we are both left-handed!

Shuffle dancing, daily pull-ups, and expanding my ever growing VGM collection! I also enjoy traveling and taking photos to keep as a diary! I've played piano in a music school for 9 years, and I can also play kalimba. I've done casual boxing, gymnastics, horse riding and medieval swordfighting. I used to read comics/manga and watch movies and anime but nowadays I barely do that, I just rather use that time for drawing instead of just sitting and watching, unless I have company!

I share the apartment with my anxious brother and our two sweet female cats, Laku (11, stubborn and cuddly) and Kalevi (21, demanding and full of love) in a city center. My parents are both entrepreneurs and run a farm in the countryside & I have 4 siblings with me as the middle kid!

Where can you meet me?

I am a game artist by profession, with 4 yrs of studies and roughly 7 years of EXP in the field doing game art, UI design, character/prop design, in mobile games as well as PC titles, 2D and 3D. At the moment I am looking for work; I keep up the motivation and learn new skills by running my art accounts while looking for new opportunities.

I hail from the land of darkness, snow, salmiakki, metalheads and renownly reserved people, Finland! (UTC+2)

Despite having my roots here I am pretty much the opposite of a typical Finn in almost every sense ahah! I'm a small guy who's not afraid talking to strangers and laughs a lot. And I dislike coffee for the contrary, it's very popular amongst finns.

With the inspiration from submas I've finally stepped into the world of cosplay so you can usually meet this small and excitable Ingo in the biggest local conventions, Desucon and Tracon! Come say hi!

About my social battery:

I'm both social and socially anxious ahah! I love making new friends and talking to all sorts of people and writing comments, and gathering together with my mutuals to do cool stuff together! However my social battery is very small... I often struggle with my AD(H)D and anxiety issues, so my replies can be extremely slow. I'm easily overwhelmed when life gets busy and I deal with it by withdrawing to minimise the the stimuli and then sorting my stuff out one by one. This is a frustrating shortcoming, but I'm working hard to find a balance I can maintain without getting exhausted. Please be patient with me! If you don't hear from me in a while, please don't take it personally! In fact, it makes me really happy if you contact me, for any purpose!

Which pronouns do I go with?

I go by they/them! I am also aroace, so if I appear to show any sort of romantic interest, it's definitely not that. I love meeting new people and am quite interested in people in general so I'm excited to get to know you better, but the thing is... I have been confusing people on several occassions for saying things that could be taken as flirting. I am terribly sorry for that, that's just the way I show how I care!

I don't really identify myself by any specific gender either, but rather by my roles or interests (Magma host, submas fan, game artist etc.). Submas encouraged me to enjoy dressing formally even if I'm just sitting at home, because I love formal clothing in general and wearing them makes me feel confident and stand taller! I usually wear collar shirts and black or white slacks.

More about my AD(H)D:

I don't have an official diagnosis but deal with the same problems as AD(H)D people do; poor work memory, dissociation, hyperfocus (drawing and people), sleep deprivation, impulsiveness (juggling too many things and going with the wind), getting sensory/information overloads, and feeling like I don't fit in. I figured it out after I finished school & lost my job for that I am unable to handle big tasks without anyone giving me directions. It has taken a while but I've figured out things that help me manage my daily life as well as have a medication that mainly boosts my capability to get things started which is another great struggle ahah.

How do I manage to keep myself on track?

I use a Pomodoro timer to keep up a good flow and remember to take breaks! This is what I use the most:

I should set it up on my tablet as well. I think it's really cool to see how many hours I have actually put into drawing! Last year I clocked in well over 3k hours, ahaha!

How to catch me?

Right now I have great difficulty managing replies, but usually you can reach me by DMs! I check Discord and Twitter the most often! However I must ask you to respect my current DNI status. It means I am really overwhelmed so I wish nobody comes asking for my attention until it has been lifted, unless it's really necessary. I really love talking to you all but I also have to accept and deal with my own limits strictly like this or it won't work out.

What am I working on at the moment?

Besides the holiday set I have several short comics under works as well as one big comic (100+ pages!). That one is my personal greatest goal! I started working on it in June 2022 and I have currently 40+ pages sketched and 60+ thumbnailed.

I was afraid of starting any comic projects before submas, but the sheer excitement over them carried me over that personal wall ahah!

The story's beginning and end are looking good and somewhat functional but there's still a lot to work to do and holes to fill in the middle before I dare to start fleshing out the pages. I have little experience in writing or comic making so I hope you forgive if some things don't make sense or the dialogue is a little on the nose so to say ahah!

The story will be packed with action with the overall tone being on the darker side, but it sure won't be lacking in humor! The project's main goal is to make it a celebration of all things submas & to prove to myself I can handle a big scale project despite my shortcomings!

This train has reached the terminal!

Thank you for riding my silly submas train!! I adore reading all your tags and comments! They brighten up my day & fuel my passion even more!! I hope to bring many more fun things for you to look forward to!! See you again soon!

ALL ABOARD!!

#Personal #Introduction

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crystallinestars · 6 months ago

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Hi !! How are you these days? Recently I went to a convention and OMG I was so shook by the amount of Kaveh. Like on the first day there were so many Kaveh cosplayers I was absolutely tweaking 😭 Sadly I wasn’t able to get a bunch of pics with them cos I was too scared ahahah but on the second day of con I was able to approach a Kaveh cosplayer to take a pic with her (she complimented my outfit, I was very happy hehe) 🙏🏻

Though I noted that over the course of the con weekend the amount of Kaveh cosplayers decreased exponentially hahaha (Scara cosplayers were consistently aplenty though :0). And I also noted that interestingly most (if not all) of the Kaveh cosplayers were women ! I discussed this with other people and they mentioned that well, Kaveh fanbase is mostly women. So it made me wonder, what is it about Kaveh that appeals mostly to women? 🤔

Also OMG the merch, I think I legit spent like over $100 for this man. I was very satisfied that there was a nice amount of solo stuff of him. Ofc there was shippy stuff but it was EZ to avoid. The vast amount of Kaveh stuff I saw was just straight up Kaveh!! I was really glad. I hope that there will still be lots of Kaveh at conventions for years to come 🫡

- 🍓 (is it OK with you if I use one of those emoji signatures as identification in future asks? 🫣)

Hi 🍓 anon! I’ve been doing well. Had a lot of huge changes happen in my life over the past couple of days (good ones). I finally got a car and can drive myself to work. I also moved to a new apartment, so I’m in the process of unpacking. Sounds like you had an eventful weekend, too!

Good job on being brave and approaching that Kaveh cosplayer! I know how nerve wracking it can be to talk to strangers, but it sounds like that encounter went really well! I bet the Kaveh cosplayer was happy that you wanted to take pics with her :)

As for why Kaveh is more popular with women, I can only think that it’s because pretty men are attractive to women. For example, in Asian countries like Korea and Japan, pretty-looking men (think pop idols or anime characters) are popular with women. Something about their smooth features and slender physiques is attractive to women. Kaveh fits the bill for such a bishounen, so it’s not surprising majority of his fan base consists of women.

As for why women like these traits… I have no idea 😅 I have noticed from cosplay pictures that women tend to cosplay more frequently than men, interestingly enough.

It’s great that there was a lot of solo Kaveh merch ☺️ I’m curious to know what you bought. Posters? Keychains? Something else? 🤔 And wow, $100+ for merch is a lot! I’m not sure how much merch usually costs at cons, but it sounds like you splurged quite a bit for him haha. I’m imagining you building a little Kaveh shrine at home.

Thank you for sharing your con experience with me! It seems like you enjoyed yourself, which is great. It was also fun reading about your time there. I’ve never been to a con, so your recounting is my little glimpse into that world.

And if you want to sign off with the 🍓 emoji, then please do! I would definitely appreciate it because this makes it a lot easier for me to differentiate between anons. Sometimes writing style isn’t enough 😣

#Lunaria answers

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sunlightandsuffering · 1 year ago

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could you please list us some unused ideas for RIP Luv? Or some other things you considered but changed?

ahaha omg of course! Thank you for asking 🥰 SO like originally, Eren and Mikasa were both toxic, and it was like a mutual problematic relationship lol, but then I was having a hard time justifying both of them. Like this is my original kind of running with it idea, you can kind of see what I mean about keeping them both faithful to each other and more of just like break up every five seconds kind of couple instead of actualyl sleeping around 😂 which in an angsty fic like this would have just not made sense and been too hard ahaha.

Eren and Mikasa have a fucked-up relationship. They’re a thing and everyone knows it except them, they think they’re just friends with benefits, except both of them want to be more and instead of talking about it like normal people they’re just playing this weird game of chicken. They break up every five minutes for two reasons, Eren’s busy and doesn’t have time for her always and Mikasa’s family hates Eren. It causes a lot of conflict, but they always go back to each other in the end.

But this time, this time something is wrong and Eren is actually upset. Mikasa said something that cut too deep. And now he might actually fuck someone else.

Another thing I changed, and this was very last minute lol was actually the ending I wrote a part of it a long time ago that I found and was gonna run with where it does end in a grand gesture and Mikasa takes Eren to a big gala or event and says fuck u to her aunt and uncle! But i wasn't quite sure how to implement it!

So, to prove it to him. The next day she dolls her boyfriend up after sending him out to break up with Historia and says fuck it and takes him as her date to yet another dumb business gala. Her aunt and uncle are not at all pleased with the development and tell her if he’s not gone in an hour they’ll be having a very stern discussion about it. Other guests on the other hand, love him and how could they not? He’s Eren and he’s charming and kind and he’s going to be a doctor. She doesn’t know why she wasted so much time without him by her side.

Honestly tho, I could see doing this in a second chapter like as an epilogue almost ahaha bc a very large part of me definitely wants to give Eren that grand gesture that he deserves 🤧🤧

Lastly, I was also planning to have Mikasa's seduction arc be much longer lol, like she had PLANS of getting her mans back lol, but I wrote one scene and realized it was very similar to the other ahahah and was like nah this feels like Switch EM rather than RIP Luv EM ahahahaha

Why is it so hard to seduce her roommate?

Has he always been this inscrutable while she walks around in nothing? She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy black satin robe and has been lounging around the kitchen for a half an hour now, giving Eren great glimpses of her thighs, a peak at her chest.

Hell, there had even been some nipple action at one point. And yet he remains fastidiously focused on his task of making chicken cutlets. He hasn’t been able to escape the apartment for a few days, Historia’s absence taking with it his escape to her apartment. So, he’s been hiding out in his room, coming out only to eat and Mikasa had taken the opportunity to accost him at dinner time. She demands his attention now that she’s decided she wants him back, she needs to make it clear who he belongs to.

She’s sitting at the counter, sipping a protein shake she’d stolen from him when he turns around to place the cutlets out to cool. Mikasa decides now is the opportune time to let her sleeve slip just a little, exposing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Eren’s eyes zero in on the dusting of pink where her nipple begins, just the smallest of slips and he glares at her. He clears his throat, “Maybe you should put some clothes on?”

Mikasa shrugs daintily, allowing the sleeve to fall more, more dusky pink exposed, she’s almost spilling out of her robe now. “Aren’t you cold?” “Nope!” She sings, “Can I have some of your cutlets?” “If you put some clothes on I’ll consider it.” She huffs in irritation, tugging her robe back up into place, “Happy now?” “Not really,” Eren tells her tightly and she scowls.

This is going to be more difficult than she thought.

I'm sure there's like 1000 other things bc like I said this fic pre dates Switch it's so old 😂😂 its final form is very different than its original one ahaha but i dont know if I remember anymore!!!

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vicsy · 8 months ago

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what made you become a fan of f1 ?

well, it’s not a fun story ahahah

Just in case putting it under read more for some tw

in 2022 a country I’m from started a chain of events that led to a full on war and being among the people who never voted for the current president who made this happen, nor ever wanted for this to be the reality and have our lives partially shut down, I found myself in a depressive slump, watching the world fall apart in real time. I’ve stumbled upon f1 many times in my life before but I needed something to escape the rapidly declining situation worldwide, so I decided to give f1 a go (since I want really that involved in wrestling, my previous fandom).

and since that time f1 sucked me in pretty seriously, got me back into writing and making edits, simultaneously providing a certain respite from the atrocities that are being carried out against so many innocent people. I really thought f1 would not be a serious thing for me, even if I was always some kind of a sports fan, but I’m glad this one stuck. if not f1, I would not have met so many wonderful people that I now get to call friends ♥️

silver linings, you know?

#asks #anon #I don’t think I ever really told this before #tw

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kinnit · 2 years ago

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stanley mems masterpost

hi im a stanley (tsp) fictionkin. heres my memories from my tl since i wanted one place to compile them all. theyll also be in different categories!

this'll update every time i get new mems :]

general mems

i wasnt living in a game, i think. im still unsure about that. there was no other player entity as far as i can remember, though. and it was real life to me, it could have been a game to the narrator or anyone else though

i can remember a basic outline of where some of the endings took place- the true ending happened near the start but wasnt the first one, the zending happened around the end, and the skip button was the last button and the epilogue happened just after it i think. i know game-wise that timeline is weird but i remember the skip button happening last and i was wandering around that desert for a long time

the zending lasted a long time. i was in the lights room for a long time and it was really nice but i just couldnt stay there forever.

there were hundreds of resets and probably different endings that did not occur in the game

the true ending still resulted in a reset no matter how many times i went that route.

some of the endings were very, VERY long. like the zending, the bucket apartment ending, and the skip button ending to mention a few.

in general sometimes these resets could be months, even upwards to a year apart, or only a few minutes. it was frustrating sometimes

i remember the escape pod ending- i remember shooting into the sky and into space and looking at the stars, but after only a while id reset. maybe narrator WAS there and it played out right? i dunno man its kinda hard to remember there was so many resets in my canon

mems about myself

i had longish curly hair

i also had freckles

i wore silly ties every day to work, they all had different patterns. this also happened during the resets, i think i had a different one each reset

i was probably autistic

i think i had anxiety too

i almost never talked- part of it was i was just too stubborn to talk, the other part was that i was nonverbal a good chunk of the time. i also just found it hard to speak

i remembered every reset, but im unsure if narrator did

i was super self destructive at one point- before i had fully given into the fact that these resets were just gonna happen for the rest of my life.

i had a life before the events of the game- i cant remember my childhood or life outside work, but i remember loving my job and i remember my chats with the other employees and stuff like that!

narrator mems

i had an on and off relationship with narrator- one moment i hated him and the next he was my entire world. our relationship fluctuated like that a lot but no matter what we needed eachother

i think our relationship was at least vaugely homosexual ahahah. i dont think we ever officially dated but we had a really really close bond. i dunno how to explain it. we acted like we were an old married couple but we never . like . had an official relationship

i cannot stress how on and off our relationship was.

he could have had a physical form, he mentioned that he was able to manifest one once, but he never quite liked the idea and he preferred just being a voice. unsure if he ever showed a form or not

he could however like . without a form he could still touch? i remember him brushing the hair out of my face or putting his hand on my shoulder, but i never saw him

unsure if he created the world or caused the resets but he sure did have a hand in both those things even if he didnt outright do all of those things

i dont think he created the world but he could control it and add little things to it.

while i knew timekeeper & curator existed, i dont think the narrator did. he may have known about the curator and just never mentioned her to me, but he never knew about timekeeper and i just never told him my experiences with either of them, i kinda kept it a secret

in relation to what i was saying with the narrator showing his physical form, he said something along the lines of 'im too grand to be contained in one physical form!' or 'its too restricting, id rather just be a voice!' (both quotes ive gotten from other narrators ive spoken to)

i really miss him. i know i hated him a lot near the start and even middle of the timeline, but i really really grew fond of him even though we had our arguments. i really miss him. a lot.

timekeeper/settings/432 mems

we were both 'friends' (acquaintances?) before the events of the game

i think during the time before the events of the game he had ginger hair and glasses but i am unsure about this memory

they would talk to me through my computer inbetween resets, however i didnt know it was 432, my old friend, until the events of the epilouge

never saw him face-to-face during the events of the game, the last time i saw them face-to-face was when we were both at work and things were still normal

it was really comforting to talk to them inbetween resets.

bucket mems

the bucket was a comfort item to me <3 i loved it

for the first while it was just a comfort item, just that, but eventually as the resets kept happening and my mental state deteriorated i began to hear it talk to me and stuff like that.

i put a lot of stickers on it . i think more than in canon

i also held things in it sometimes

curator mems

i dont remember much about you.

she made the museums. they were very very pretty.

i was so scared of her.

she had more power than the narrator

#tsp kin

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the-firebird69 · 3 months ago

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They're both out of the apartment so he's up and he's getting things done and that's the cycle we've seen with regards to practically everything it is a pain in the **** we have to go through it it's a dime shame no we need to get working so our people won't suffer so much. Furthermore we have work to do today in announcements there's a lot coming down the pike.

---= There's a war out there in the rings there's about two billion people fighting almost all the time they think they're gonna get stuff from it and we're trying to figure out who they think they're threatening and they're threatening themselves we hate them and we have to destroy them and we think that it's not fair what they do to our son and it's ver.... what they do to our son and it's very mean and we're gonna make them pay for it and eat all their words and all their stupid reactions and dumb things that they said the whole time. This war is boiling over and it is terrible and it is a lot of people dying everyday and they can't afford it so we want them to know what this is costing them It's costing them a lot they have lost tons of leadership and they're gonna pay for it they're gonna pay for it soon we need to have them paying a lot more for each and every item that they've done and that they're doing we need also to have order here and I'm sick of lack of order and I'm tired of people saying dumb things and I need them to get the hell out of here with all that stupid crap there's far too many idiots online there's too many people doing dumb things and we're sick of it but the war in the rings is intensifying it will intensify throughout the day and the two billion will disappear maybe more than once the leadership is at about 10.8 percent and 16.7% and by tomorrow it might be as low as 8% and 12% they are going to disappear shortly after this event and after the 31st and Tommy F is under extreme duress and these people are a waste of damn time he says and we agree and he's proceeding. we think that the erosion of the S begins prior to the 31st and the movie annihilation begins part of it is filmed in part of it is filmed in the Everglades so let's get going folks we've got to get ready right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

not about money but he needs it and tons overlook hat fact we dont. we work now on it and day and night not if we get a chacne and weorkon societ too

Nuada arrianna me too lol was Frank castle hardcastle and us

me too

Hera we work together

now too

Thor freya

all of us

Ureil and Goddess Wife

have stuff for you Zues you need it badly and coming soon no not just breakfast good htough. we have your things. back to you soon good great. hope i dont break them lol and good for us ahahah lol true though he doest hat by accident and tons f bikes readying to ship no kiidding here have a glut noope need them. and make them shorlty good and we loved this am need to hear it.

we work together and beat the buell and good wasnt buitt by us at all true too

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strwbrrybxn · 2 years ago

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Hi, first of all. CONGRATS TO 200+ FOLLOWERS🎉🎉🎉 You deserve it Ally ♥️ For the prompts: I know that I am a cheesy sap, sorryHow does "I'll be here to protect you." sound for Kakashi? Maybe one where he had a bad nightmare (again) but for the first time the reader sees him really panicky and frantic and he tries to hide so she doesn't see him like this. But she encourages him and calms him down by saying "I'll be here to protect you." (tho this boi doesn't need that at all ahahah). And she just has this smiling and precious aura And for the first time in a while he actually feels calm and not tense

Sorry if I did this wrong, I'm fairly new to Tumblr and I really enjoy your talent. Have a great day ♡

Kakashi — "I'll be here to protect you." 545 words

Ahhhh! You’re so sweet, thank you! ♡ Kakashi deserves all the protection, even if he doesn’t need it. I really hope you enjoy this. It's a little angsty, I got a little carried away. Kakashi is honestly one of my favorites to write for.

Kakashi woke up with a start, skin sticking to the sheets underneath him and a heavy weight against his chest. His fingers fumbled around, but they didn’t have to go far as they made contact with your arm. You were already so close to him, and as the haze inside his mind started to disperse, he realized your fingers were brushing through his hair. You were humming something, something soft; or maybe you were speaking. The muffled sounds of his blood rushing through his veins was too loud to decipher which one.

This wasn’t the first time he had awoken from a nightmare, and you’re certain it wouldn’t be the last, but this was the first time you slept beside him to witness it. You watched as he tried to curl away from you, as he tried to sit up, his bare back blocking your line of vision. You avoided touching his skin, avoided hovering and looking directly into his eyes, but he still turned his back to you, so you continued humming; watched every anxious tick, flinch and jitter of his nerves wave through his shoulders; watched the shaky inhale and exhale of his body as he heaved and tried to gulp down oxygen. But more importantly, you waited - quietly and patiently - and he didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t demand to know what was wrong, didn’t ask him a million times if he was okay as all the others did. You waited, humming that stupid song he said he liked when you guys went grocery shopping yesterday. He heard the bed rustle, the dip as your weight moved closer to him and he tensed, side eyeing you as you got out of the bed. He watched you walk to your closet, pulling out the hoodie you stole from his apartment two weeks ago. His favorite one, even if he didn’t wear it any more. You sat down on the floor in front of him, smiling softly as your eyes rested on his knees. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you slip your arms inside the sleeves, hands stuck under the fabric before you took his bare hands in your covered ones.

“Would you like some tea?” How could you speak so kindly to me? “I can make some quickly. Or maybe some breakfast. I think there’s a diner open.” He squeezed your hand, and you smiled so genuinely, so gently at him. His heart was pounding against his ribcage. You didn’t look him in the eye when you spoke again, and he was almost disappointed as much as he was relieved. “I’ll be here to protect you-”

Kakashi took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, cutting you off, and climbed off the bed. He sat on your thighs, legs wrapped around your middle and his head buried into your neck. He was so much bigger than you were, with his broad shoulders and toned thighs. Standing, you only reached up to his collarbones. So why - why in this very moment - why did he feel so small? Why did he feel so safe when he folded himself in half and curled in your lap?

“I can’t promise to keep the nightmares away, but I can promise to be here when they’re much too tough to bear.”

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

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amaya-chwan · 4 years ago

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Takeaways from Therapy Game: Restart Chapter 13 (and some Therapy Game news!)

Hello everyone! I hope you've all been well these past two months and taken care of yourselves! 💜

Before we get into our takeaways for chapter 13, I saw some news from Hinohara-sensei's Official Twitter that I would like to share with you all!

First piece of news: Therapy Game re:start volume 2 will be released on 1st June 2021! 🎉

Second: in conjunction with the release of the second volume, Sensei will have an in-person fan signing event at the Ikebukuro Animate store (animate honten) AND will have a special limited time shop featuring goods of our favourite dorks! This shop will be opened 6th-20th June! 🎉🎉

Image from Sensei's Official Twitter post! ❤️💛💜❤️

Now, what does the second piece of news mean for us not living in Japan (such as myself)? 🤔 Well, one of two things could happen:

We could see the merch on Sensei's Twitter and wish we could buy them one day 😭 OR

Animate could "potentially" release this merch for online order!

I'm not trying to get anyone's hopes up, but when I saw Animate open a special Yuri!!! on Ice shop last year, I didn't think they'd release merch online. But they did, for a very, very short period of time only! So my only hope is that they do that again for Hinohara-sensei! 🤞

Here's the special website from Sensei's twitter that has information about the fan signing event and limited time shop! It seems they'll show what merch will be available in the shop when it's all been finalised.

If I spot anymore updates about that, I'll try to post about it here! ❤️💛

Alright, down to business as usual! Let's get into our takeaways~ Thank you for being so patient with me! Life has been a little busy this year with juggling work and social life! So I really appreciate your patience! 💜

Here are our takeaways for this chapter:

Loving the brotherly love we see in this chapter! Warms my heart to no end! ❤️💛💜❤️

Minato, bb, you are growing up a lot! I am proud of you! 😭

Did I ever tell you guys that I really love Mito-san too? No? Well now I have ahah! He is just amazing and I love the energy he has--cool and lovable, yet smooth and sexy! Loving the domestic vibes I'm getting! 😍😍

AHHH SHIZUMA! Your smile is too pure, it's blinding! 🥰

Just couple goals from Shizuma and Minato, AND from Mito-san and Shouhei! (Why I don't call Mito-san Itsuki, I'll never know ahah I blame Shouhei! XDDD) ❤️💛💜❤️

The younger sibling moments in this chapter are so relatable! (I am that younger sibling ahahah!) 🤣🤣🤣

I honestly don't know what to think of Onodera at this point in time? 🤔

The (supposed) date time with Shizuma and Minato went from adorable anticipation to steamy relations in a split second, but not NSFW! 😲

And that’s it for this chapter’s takeaways! For a more detailed breakdown/summary of this chapter, please continue after the cut! Since it's been a while since the last chapter, I threw in some extra surprises in this summary, so keep reading if you want to see~ 😉✨

Our chapter begins with an image of Mito-san and Minato, with Minato's cheek leaning on Mito-san's shoulder. The dialogue reads: When it seems like my overflowing emotions are about to burst from the seams, I really do yearn for this back (i.e. something familiar he can always lean on).

We see Minato spaced out on a sofa, being called by Itsuki. Itsuki tells Minato to go home if he's just going to sit there like that since he is very busy cleaning his entire home for when Shouhei moves in with him! Minato gets up, understands the situation, and helps Itsuki out.

Itsuki, knowing something has happened between Shizuma and Minato, asks Minato directly since he only goes to Itsuki's place when he is troubled, and he must be troubled by something related to Shizuma. He also says that Shizuma is worried about Minato, especially since Itsuki lied to him about Minato's whereabouts.

Minato brushes it off, saying that it's nothing big. He talks about the time when they had to drop by Shizuma's workplace, he saw a woman/Onodera (not knowing she's Shizuma's director) and that Shizuma made an very adorable face while talking to her.

Minato stops talking, so Itsuki asks if that is all to the story. Minato then says yes, so Itsuki deduces that Minato is ignoring Shizuma because he happily spoke with that woman (Onodera) and confirms with Minato, who then agrees. Itsuki blames himself for raising Minato like this and apologises to Shizuma in his inner monologue.

Minato defensively says he's told Shizuma not to do that, yet he still does. Minato's monologue says that this Shizuma--who is talking to someone unknown to him, about a story he doesn't know, in a place he doesn't know about--seems like a distant person to him.

He realises that even though he and Shizuma are together, he cannot monopolise him, and that it annoys him. So rather than tell him not to speak with others, he has chosen not to see Shizuma until he calms down. Suddenly, a handyman appears at Itsuki's home to beginning furniture installations.

Image translated from Sensei’s Twitter post here!

Minato is surprised Itsuki replaced a lot of his furniture, to which Itsuki replies: "I wonder if Shouhei-kun prefers the new ones too." Minato says Shouhei would freeze from this "surprise" and imagines Shouhei asking how much it cost!

Itsuki, still in his happy bubble, says he wants Shouhei to also select some household furniture and accessories, so they'll go shopping together next time. Minato is happy for them since their house-moving plans are going well. Itsuki goes back to their previous topic of conversation, and says how Shizuma and Shouhei both are very charming. He recounts how Shouhei would handle different kinds of customers, from the difficult to the sad ones, how his charms and personable skills would change their mood completely, and calls him a genius who has a knack for calming customers.

Minato asks if Itsuki dislikes that, since he himself doesn't know what to think of Shizuma showing his charm and friendliness to others and that some misunderstandings would arise eventually.

Itsuki then reminds Minato that out of all the people in the world, Shizuma asked Minato to live with him, and that thought alone must've made him happy.

Minato does agree, yet it doesn't change the fact that he is unaware of what Shizuma does outside of the home. Itsuki is then suspicious that Minato and Shizuma are going to move in together too.

Minato panics, and says he just meant that from Itsuki's point of view since he's moving in with Shouhei. Just as Minato thinks he's almost let the secret slip, he gets a phone call. Itsuki tells Minato that it's Shizuma, but Minato refuses to pick it up as he is "still cleaning"--the real reason is that Minato told Shizuma he wouldn't forgive him if they speak before Minato gave the OK to talk again.

Itsuki, being the older brother, answers the phone and slides it on the desk near Minato and leaves him to talk with Shizuma, even putting it on loud speaker since Minato is preoccupied.

Shizuma is frantically trying to get a response from Minato, to which Minato responds with a simple: “What... I can hear you.” The first thing Shizuma asks is where Minato is at this present moment, fearing that he might be at a suspicious place. Minato says he isn't and is in fact in the neighbourhood doing some errands. Shizuma breathes a sigh of relief and is thankful his call finally reached Minato as no one he asked knew where Minato was, and because Shizuma was overthinking things, he was just about to go searching for him.

Minato tells him that he doesn't need to go to such lengths and make such a big fuss about it, but Shizuma tells him that he will always make a big fuss about it since it's about Minato. To avoid such a thing happening again, Shizuma tells Minato not to make him worry. Then these pages happen:

Just as their talk of their brothers' moving into together comes to an end, Shizuma gets all excited to go apartment hunting with Minato again and reminds him, not knowing that Itsuki is also listening. The Mito brothers freeze in surprise, with Itsuki soon confirming his earlier suspicions with Minato--his eyes and aura going all kira kira (i.e. sparkly). Minato tries to reprimand him for bringing it up now, but Shizuma continues on, saying he's found a few places he likes and they should start inspecting prospective apartments soon before they're overwhelmed by it all.

Minato hastily agrees to it all, and Shizuma smirks on the other end of the phone, asking Minato when they can see each other. Shizuma suggests Friday if he is too busy at the present moment, and just as Minato gives work as an excuse not to see him on that day, Itsuki jumps in and says he can go see Shizuma.

Shizuma, very surprised by the fact Itsuki overheard their conversation, says his name aloud, and Shouhei overhears him. Itsuki thanks Shizuma for letting him overhear such an adorable story featuring Shouhei. And then this happens:

Still very flustered, Minato quickly agrees to seeing Shizuma on Friday and promptly ends the call before Shizuma can even finish saying "Wait!" Itsuki happily approaches Minato and asks to hear more of their apartment hunting adventures, to which Minato replies that nothing is final yet!

We change locations, and Minato is now on the balcony scrubbing the floor. Minato recalls how he wanted to tell Itsuki about his and Shizuma's plans to move in together further down the track. He then is overjoyed at the thought that Shizuma missed him and wanted to see him. While he awaits Friday, he remembers and is embarrassed by how furious he was the last time they saw each other. He plans to start a skin routine to care for his face and to get his hair done.

Just as he thinks this, he is called out by none other than Shizuma, who is on the ground floor outside. Minato, visibly surprised, asks Shizuma why he’s here. Shizuma tells him that the shop is close to his home. Minato knows this, but is more curious as to why he is here since they just agreed to see each other on Friday. Shizuma is taken aback for a moment, before saying:

While Minato hides away from Shizuma and quickly tries to style his hair, Itsuki overhears a ruckus on his balcony and goes to investigate. We then find out that Shouhei accompanied Shizuma. Shouhei calls out to Itsuki and asks why he didn't tell him that he was cleaning the whole house. The Ikushima brothers offer to help out with the cleaning, with Shizuma joining in because his younger brother will be under Itsuki's care soon. Itsuki happily agrees, saying that he wouldn't be able to fully clean the place if only Minato were there.

As the Ikushima brothers are getting ready to go upstairs to help, Itsuki says the brothers are indeed good, endearing people, and their charming personalities would probably make Minato and Itsuki anxious at times. Minato agrees. Itsuki then continues to say that while Shizuma and Shouhei charm those around them, the only ones who can make them smile the way they do are themselves. Minato is concerned about a possible intruder in their relationship, and Itsuki provides some brotherly advice.

We change scenes to Onodera, smoking on the clinic rooftop and thinking about Shizuma's smiling face.

We change scenes again to Minato, waiting for Shizuma at a predetermined location since it is now Friday. Happy with his new hairdo, Minato reminds himself not to get angry, to sort out the current situation they're in (i.e. Minato's one-sided anger at Shizuma), and to be calm and collected.

Shizuma then gets out of a car across the road, and looks around for Minato. Minato, who can see him very clearly, smiles happily and decides to let Shizuma look for him a little longer. A few more moments pass by, and Shizuma spots Minato and then waves happily to him. However, there is a slight problem.

Minato sees “the woman from last time” (Onodera) driving the car who then passes Shizuma his phone, with him smiling awkwardly at her. He recalls Itsuki's brotherly advice. Minato had actually asked Itsuki a follow-up question: "You say ‘just don't lose,’ but what should I actually do?" Itsuki tells him that it's something he has to figure out for himself.

Shizuma runs to Minato, apologising for making Minato wait. He explains that he was running late due to various issues, and he seemed to have dropped his phone in the car of the person who dropped him off. Before he could even tell Minato that it's his director who dropped him off, Minato says he doesn't need to say anything else and to just go out with him.

We see that Shizuma and Minato are now at a hotel, with Minato quickly pushing Shizuma onto the bed. Shizuma is annoyed at himself for letting Minato see such a scene that would cause a misunderstanding. Before heading over to the bed, Minato closes the door, turns to face Shizuma, and grins. He crawls onto the bed and immediately kisses Shizuma. He calls out Shizuma's name before asking him:

He softly pleads with Shizuma, asking for a quick response. Shizuma wonders if Minato's jealously is making him want to be held right now. He thinks Minato is really, really adorable, but also realises this isn't the right time to be thinking this. So Shizuma does tell Minato he loves him, that it's obvious he loves him very much. He apologises for causing him to worry and that he never once intended to do so. Minato cuts him off, saying that he understands and that it's okay.

Despite saying so, Shizuma notices the atmosphere is a little different than usual. Minato then tells Shizuma that he's been thinking of a way to ensure he doesn't lose Shizuma to anyone or lets anyone take him. The final page shows us this:

Again, THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! 💜 📢 As always, please support Hinohara-sensei by purchasing her books and CDs! 📢

And that’s it for this chapter! 😲 Another cliffhanger here, and ngl that was a little (SFW-ish) steamy? I honestly do not know what to expect in the next chapter!! Dominant Minato????? But I hope you enjoyed the few extra panels in this summary! 💜 My laptop struggled to keep up, so I will go back to only showing a handful of panels in future summaries. Please also refrain from resharing these translations and images outside of this post! Thank you for understanding! ❤️💛

The next chapter will be in next month's Dear+, so the wait isn't too much longer! So I shall see you all next month for our next set of takeaways to find out what happens next!

As always, stay safe during these turbulent times and look out for each other and for your loved ones! 💜❤️💛

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Intense Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is 16-17, also ive really never written anything about team iron man so this was weird, someone needs to tell me i dont need every single movie detail in here

prompt: takes place from cacw and smhc

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

after the events in sokovia, you set up the relief fund for displaced sokovians and dealt with physical clean up while the avengers...

well, they had to deal with the press—and the governments of the world

getting to know your new suit AI, JOSHUA

briefly looking for bruce; no luck there

you ended up doing the MIT september foundation presentation with tony

and ending the presentation after pepper’s name popped up on the screen

“it’s probably best we get out of here”

you were his entire support system while he was going through his break with pepper

meeting charles spencer’s mother, who really gave your dad a piece of her mind

“my son died, but your daughter gets to live on. if you lost her, maybe you’d show some sympathy for murdering my child”

*awkward silence from you*

*awkward silence from tony otw to the compound*

HATING the sound of the sokovia accords, yet understanding why they’re being ratified

being torn between signing them or not and having a huge argument with the other avengers

“y/n, why dont you listen to your dad for once and sign the damn thing”

“uncle rhodey, you know why i dont want to sign. if they have us, they have access to our suits. you really think the UN should be telling us how to use them?”

“your defense doesn’t even make sense. i had the war machine or iron patriot or whatever the hell you want to call it, but the military was calling the shots”

“and look where you are now”

“right, well i wouldn’t expect a kid to understand”

“are you kidding me, rhodes? you’re gonna play the ‘im older than you’ card?”

comforting wanda while she feared being taken

and as soon as you heard about what happened in lagos

“think about it, maximoff. if you didnt do what you did, do you know how many more casualties there may have been?”

“but i killed innocents”

“no, rumlow killed innocents. you contained that blast better than anyone else could have and you prevented a whole bunch of deaths, give yourself some credit”

okay, so you weren’t the best at talking someone down while they were upset

staying in berlin with your father while the whole bucky thing began to get sorted out

but he sent you out to stay with nat while he had some “private time” with steve

tony keeping you close to him during the power outage at the base

until it turned out you brought your suit and tony did not!

everyone was looking at you to take down bucky, but it just seemed like a bad idea, you didn’t want to hurt him because you didn’t want to hurt steve

stalling to try and buy steve time to subdue his friend

“y/n, come on, for christ sake!”

“got it, dad! i know what im doing!”

“i dont think you do!”

feeling your stomach drop when bucky shot into your dad’s hand, if it wasn’t for his latest invention, he may have gotten seriously hurt

you had a slight change of heart after that, you couldn’t bare to lose your dad. not after all those close calls...

getting yelled at by secretary ross and the wonderful 36 hour ultimatum you, nat, and tony received

“i have a plan”

“don’t say the spider boy”

“fine, i wont say it”

a nice trip to queens :)

when this parker kid finally got home, tony left you to socialize with his aunt

small talk is sometimes unbearable

“so, what’s it like being tony stark’s daughter?”

“honestly? im always tired”

peter becoming a tagalong on your mission, which you didn’t really think was appropriate

“dad, i dont really think we should’ve brought the kid...”

“why? you’re about the same age as him, its not much different”

“um...no, i meant this isnt his battle. i don’t care how old he is”

face off between tony and cap where you literally just swallowed all your pride and apologized because you couldn’t handle the fact that the team was being ripped apart like this

team ups with Spider-Man

“so, uh, do you hate me or something?”

“hey, kid? we’re kind of in the middle of something, i’ll get back to you on that”

“it’s a yes or no question, y/n”

“pass”

so, things didn’t exactly go as planned...

your (former) teammates were taken to the RAFT and you couldn’t pull it together in front of them

they were pretty pissed at you

“im sorry, im so sorry, i should’ve done better”

they ignored you (up until scott lang)

“all you stark’s are the same”

“stay out of this, bugboy”

taking to the remote hydra base in another famous father/daughter teamup

“just like the old days, right kiddo?”

“i guess so”

“hey, cheer up, it’s not all that bad”

waltzing right in there to meet your friend and foe

seeing the video of your grandparents dying

*being killed

absolutely stunned by seeing such a gruesome thing

even after all you’ve seen, this really got to you

you were robbed of ever meeting them, which made you angry, but you couldn’t stay angry because there were so many things out of everyones control

realizing that this was a good time to hold tony back

“JOSHUA, lock down y/n’s suit. protocol: baby gate”

apparently your dad still had some old protocols in your suit that you hadn’t found yet

“JOSHUA? reboot! override protocol: baby gate”

“i’m sorry, miss y/n, but i cannot do that”

watching your father attempt to get revenge

and get critically injured

simultaneously working on opening the suit back up for a bad plan

finally getting the emergency release and stumbling out of your suit, rushing towards the conflict and throwing yourself in the middle of it

“please, dad. enough damage has been done.”

“y/n, get out of the way”

he saw you shaking and crying and he realized what he was doing

attacking the only family you guys really had

getting shoved out of the way so that they could end this fight once and for all

JOSHUA finally rebooting and bringing the suit over to shield you while you helplessly watched the end of this fight

when bucky and steve left, your suit disarmed and you crouched down beside your father

“come on, let’s just go home”

“im sorry”

“i know, it’s okay”

trying to comfort your dad after his defeat

you picked up cap’s shield and returned to your suit, it was time to go home

after a brief time of recovery (while you helped work on uncle rhodey’s prototype prosthetics), there was a slight change of plans for you

“okay, so for your punishment after what you pulled during my...divorce with cap, you’re going to babysit the spiderling so you gain some perspective”

“hold on, what?! what do you mean ‘perspective?’”

“i mean you dont know what it’s like to be in charge of the life of a teenager, so now you get to find out! congratulations on your promotion!”

it was not fun at all because peter kept blowing up your phone and you kept having to tell him there was nothing for him to do

Y/N: I’ll let you know when there’s a spider-level threat, kapeesh?

P. Parker: Yes, ma’am, sorry.

peter going behind your back to do some “superhero work”

and you having to swoop in to fix everything last second

“come on, you stole my thunder, y/n!”

“no, peter, i saved your life. next time you have a lead, call me first”

and then he didn’t 😌✨💕

“Y/N, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“put him through, JOSHIE...hey dad, how’s dubai?”

“taking care of a kid is harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

“don’t start with me”

damage control ahahah 🤡

“peter, why cant you just call me in? you don’t stop texting me for months but for this you go radio silent? you almost died. and you put a bunch of lives in danger! do you want me to have to go to your aunt and tell her you died?”

“im sorry! i just...i dont want to be a sidekick”

“kid, you’re gonna have a long time to make a name for yourself...but not if you’re dead!”

he started crying and you were very uncomfortable so you tried to hug him? it helped.

letting him off easy (just like your dad did to you growing up)

but apparently tony came back and took the suit anyways and you were pretty pissed about it

avengers moving day :) yes, part of your punishment was helping happy with moving day and hearing him gush about how you were “growing into such a responsible adult”

“happy i dont know if you noticed but ive basically been an adult since i was 12”

“keep telling yourself that, kiddo”

seeing an explosion and immediately knowing it was peter

“i’ll see you later, happy, love you!”

investigating the crash site and whaddaya know, there’s peter and his first bad guy, you were kind of proud

“peter, you okay?”

“nope!”

“okay, cool”

more damage control lmao (a/n: yall sick of damage control yet?)

a congratulatory call from your dad

“hey! you did pretty good, all things considered. why don’t you take the kid to the avengers compound for his special surprise?”

“aye aye, see you soon.”

“love you, kiddo”

“you too, dad”

quick fast forward to peter rejecting the position as an avenger while the press was outside, yes, you were surprised

but then your dad finally proposed to pepper, it was a pretty cool engagement announcement

“y/n, will you be my maid of honor?”

“duh!”

happily ever after (a/n: until the next part is up)

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galacticlee3 · 4 years ago

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Did I Stutter? (Haruhi Fujioka x fem!reader)

Requested by this anon!

30. “Did I stutter?”

42. “Maybe explain why you went missing for six hours straight.”

Summary: After helping organize a meet up with the rest of the host club after a couple years, you return home late to your love, Haruhi, and she is a bit concerned.

(AN: did I stutter reminded me too much of the office lol so I had to make it the title! Hope you like this!)

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It had been about three years since you and Haruhi’s highschool days. You two had been dating since third year and now that both of you were enrolled in colleges near each other, you had gotten an apartment to share. It was perfect. She was perfect. You felt so lucky to come home to your best friend and an amazing girlfriend, and you wanted to do something special with her birthday coming up.

After highschool, the host club was still close with one another, visiting for a few days and face timing every now and then, but for the most part, everyone had their own lives all across the world. Tamaki was a concert pianist living with his mother in France, managing the company he was entitled to in his spare time; Kyoya traveled all around the world searching for business opportunities for the Ootori group while going to med school; the twins were in America, Hikaru at an engineering school and Kaoru pursuing photography; Honey and Mori were still in Japan, but they were kind of quiet and private and kept to themselves. Haruhi had went to a university famous for law, and you were studying architecture at a nearby college.

But one summer, this summer, everyones schedules coincided for one week, and you had been conspiring with Tamaki to get everyone together in Japan for one week of nostalgic highschool glory. You had been planning this for months, and it was only a few days before everyone would be having fun in the Suoh summer home.

It was about 9:00, you had stayed at work for a while and then scheduled events for the trip for a few hours, and you were finishing your plans with a call to Tamaki to make sure everything was good on his end.

“I’m so excited to see you guys again! I haven’t seen Mori in person in six months- OOO! Do you think Hikaru will bring his dog? He and Antoinette can play together and I’LL GET TO SEE MY PRECIOUS HARUHI!”

“My precious Haruhi,” you said with a smile in your voice, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the apartment complex.

“Awwwwwwwe, you guys are still just as cute as highschool, do you remember how nervous you were around her? And she was crushing just as hard on you? It was adorable to watch, I actually won the bet against Kyoya and I NEVER win against Kyoya, but I guess I’m always the best when it comes to love,” Tamaki cooed from the crackled international call.

You laughed as you got up to your apartment door, fumbling for your keys in your messenger bag before finding the cute bear keychain Haruhi had gifted you last year.

“I can’t wait for you guys to get here, it’s been so long! Haruhi doesn’t know yet, it’s going to be a surprise, so keep your mouth shut, Tamaki,” you said teasingly, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. Your smile faltered when you saw Haruhi with a furrowed brow at the kitchen bar, leaning against the counter. You were curious as to why she was frowning and you set your stuff down, forgetting to end the call with Tamaki. “Babe, what’s up?” you asked, walking over to the brunette.

“Maybe explain why you’re six hours late to dinner? I made your favorite and you couldn’t bother to be home by ten!” You noticed a familiar smell wafting through the air, the delicious aroma of homeade beef stew wafting over from the stove. Ten? It’s only six! It got dark late during the winter months but surely it couldn’t be that late. You glanced at the clock ticking on the wall to Haruhi’s left. 11:03.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it had gotten this late, I’ll make it up to you Haru, I promise,” you stammered, putting your hands gently on her shoulders. She crossed her arms and sighed, “This is the third time you’ve been home late this week, I know your work is stressful but I’ve barely seen you. You even missed our special Friday dinner- Where were you?” She asked with her arms crossed and her eyebrows bunched up in her trademark cross look.

“I was at work?” You tried, knowing she wouldn’t buy it, but not wanting to ruin the surprise. “For that long? And this frequent? It’s not like you, (Y/N), there must be something else. I want to know. You can tell me anything,” she pressed, reaching out for your hand. You took her hand but looked away. “It’s not anything bad, I just can’t tell you,” you said in a quiet voice, looking away.

“Then why can’t you tell me? Besides, you know what’s gonna happen if you can’t tell me on your own!” She smirked at you and scribbled her nails under the hand she was holding, making you yelp in surprise as she spun you into an inescapable hug against the counter. “Did I stutter, love? Or are you gonna make me get it out of you?” She squeezed your side, her fingers asking the question and you answered with a bubbly “I cahan’t!”, before she went to town.

Haruhi was a very skilled tickle monster, and she had known you for years, which meant she knew all of the worst spots and worst techniques to make you crumble, but this time, she decided to go the longer route. “Wait! Wait, Haruh-AhAhah!” She kept you trapped by the countertop and squeezed up and down your sides, her thumbs scratching the sides of your stomach at random intervals to keep you on your toes.

“All you have to do is tell me and I’ll stoooop~” Haruhi sang as her fingers danced on your tummy and skittered up to your ribs. You were laughing your head off at this point, gripping her shoulders and squirming around in her hold while she vibrates her fingertips into your ribs. “Nohoho!”, you cried out.

She stopped for a moment and cracked her knuckles. “Guess I’m going to have to pull out the big guns. (Y/N), what’s my favorite fruit?” You knew what was coming and decided to answer with Haruhi’s actual favorite fruit in an effort to avoid the inevitable. “Uhum, pineapple?”

She looked thoughtful for a moment, “Yes, but no.”

Haruhi abruptly shoved wiggling fingers into your underarms while blowing raspberries on your collarbone and it tickled so bad. She laughed along with you as you squealed and pulled at her hands. “oH MY GOHOHAHAHAHAAHAH HARUHIII”

“I could do this aaaall night you know,” she cooed.

“OHkAYHeheh OKahahAhAY!” you slumped in her arms as she softly traced your cheeks and shoulders to let you calm down. You heard a voice pipe up from the counter, surprising both you and your girlfriend.

“Man, she got you good,” Tamaki commented through the phone. “Tamaki?” You both exclaimed in sync.

“I thought I hung up!”

“Wait why were you on the phone with Tamaki this late?”

“Haruhi! It’s been so long!”

“It’s only been a week, Tamaki, but I missed you too.”

“Everyone quiet!” You cleared your throat and sighed before taking a huge breath and explaining yourself. “Me and the others were going to keep it a secret until your birthday, but-”

“THE HOST CLUB IS GETTING BACK TOGETHER!!!” Tamaki cried happily, you could hear clapping and dancing in the background and laughed at his antics. Haruhi’s face lit up, she grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “Is that why you’ve been late silly? Have you been planning this thing?” You happily nodded and laughed as she pulled you into a hug and spun you around.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” Haruhi whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Awwwwwww!” Tamaki gushed. You laughed and told him goodbye as you hung up. “Happy birthday, Haruhi.” You both hugged and swayed all around the kitchen, until you were reminded of your hungry stomach. “Is that beef stew still up for grabs?”

#galactic writes #anon ask #ohshc #tickle fic #ouran hshc #ouran #ohshc fic #ohshc tickles #haruhi fujioka #tamaki souh #haruhi x reader #ler!haruhi #lee!reader #aged up

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bangtan-dreamland · 5 years ago

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A Fairy Tale’s End [Prolouge]

Pairing:‌ ‌‌(future) ot7‌ ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌

Word‌ ‌Count:‌‌ ‌4822

Rating:‌ ‌‌pg-13‌ ‌

Warning:‌ reader is mostly just sad, gets hunted by a creature bent on harming her, brief description about fighting

Genre:‌‌ ‌fluff,‌ ‌angst,‌ ‌e2l,‌ ‌fantasy!au,‌ ‌supernatural/fairytale!BTS‌ ‌

Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.

A careless wish made on what might be the worst day of your life sets into motion events that puts you on a journey in another world- literally. You wake up to find that you've become a chosen hero- and now you have to save the world!? Thrust into a dangerous quest with no one but seven princes (re:jerks) as team members, can you survive the quest and go home?

AN:‌ I wouldn’t have been able to post this if not for @shadowsremedy so thank you T^T I seriously kept asking him again and again for help aixnsoxnsoxa nOT TO MENTION @dee-ehn who made the banner I’m not over how pretty it is asuidhjasd

This is also a part of @bangtanscenery’s collab, ‘April Showers Bring May Flowers’! Quickly before posting period ends in a few hours, ahahah. I, the fool, am doing a series instead of a oneshot because I have no self-control. Nevertheless, I hope this makes whoever reading smile ^^

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The streets in the city were always dreary at this time of the night, moreso with how the rain seemed to be specially intense tonight.

Splish, splash.

Your footsteps hardly made a sound in the deafening sound of the downpour. Instead, with every step you took, it was the sound of rain puddles splashing that you heard, and the faint squelch in your sneakers as they became even more soaked. The umbrella in your hands barely protected you from the rain, harsh as the winds were- and your clothes were already a lost cause. Only the tips of your hair were wet, yet the wind had caused your hair to be blown into messy knots, and your makeup- well. You had no doubt that were anyone to see you now, all they’d see was a ragged, downtrodden woman who seemed like she had been broken up with.

Not that you had much motivation to correct that, anyway, even if it was far from the truth.

Or that there was anyone to even see you in your current state. The time was well into the evening, most people having gone home already- and the fierce rain only drove the people left outside into either staying home, or going home. There would be no one sane walking around the streets tonight.

Well, except you.

And even then it was hard to mind. The rain was therapeutic in a way- and even when you arrived back at your apartment, what was there to welcome you but silence? What was there to surround yourself in but silence, echoes of birthday greetings faint and even then insincere, reduced to polite, half-hearted greetings that only reinforced the distance you felt. Between your parents, your family, and to the people who, if asked, would call themselves your friends- but were you, really?

Was it really too much to ask for more than a smile, more than a mention on the day you believed you had the right to feel important on?

At least in the rain it was hard to hear your own thoughts. When you stood under the rain, alone in the streets, it was easy to believe that you were alone in the world, that what you felt truly was reality. You were alone.

Still… as a shiver crept up on your body, the coldness of the rain seeping in, you were forced to relent, looking around for a nearby eave to wait out the rain in. That was all you were looking for to stop yourself from getting too sick. No rest for the wicked, after all.

But then your eyes met the sign of a bookstore near you, and you stopped in your tracks.

Magic Shop.

… What kind of name was that, for a bookstore? Curious eyes wandered along the outside display, the glass offering little view as to what was inside, what with the dim light from outside. Still, it was easy to see that the shop was open- and you hesitated to step in. Your dripping clothes would ruin the shop’s interior, you knew- you probably shouldn’t go inside.

Too bad, you faintly thought. It would be a nice break, small it was. The shop had to be new too- you’d never seen it before despite going through this road so many times now.

You wandered closer, feet dragging as quiet as they could be along the road. A meter away from the glass, in contrast to the bitter cold surrounding you before you could feel a soft kind of warmth coming from inside. Still the inside remained hard to see, as though there was a fog covering your eyes.

“A customer?”

You flinched at the sudden voice, turning to the side.

Mellow eyes that took in your current look without a hint of pity or disdain, accompanied by a warm smile that showed no malice, the woman that suddenly appeared by the door looked at you with curiosity.

“… Oh, um, no,” you mumbled, feeling yourself redden under her stare, even though she didn’t seem to be judging you. “Just keeping myself out of the rain, ma'am.”

She tilted her head at you, the picture of a curious cat, before raising an eyebrow. “Well then- you should come inside anyway.”

“I couldn’t,” you rejected her gently, fidgeting with your soaked clothes. “I’m- well, um, I might ruin your floors.”

“Nonsense,” she tutted at you, beckoning you to come over. You followed her order, a little intimidated by the firm look in her eyes. You raised an eyebrow in surprise as she reached behind her to hand over- a huge towel. Wrapping it around you- where did she get that, you wondered, it was too big not for you to have not seen it, so why? She gently but surely tugged you inside. For a moment you hesitated, foot raised mid-air, before you slowly followed her inside.

And while you didn’t want to impose… it was, admittedly, nice to be out of the rain and with a towel around you. It helped that stepping in, it was as if the rain was little more than background noise- the warmth you felt from before surrounding you oh so heavenly, the chill from the rain being banished instantly. So instead you put your mind to your current situation, instantly looking around the bookstore that originally intrigued you- only to stop. As the two of you stepped in, you couldn’t help but pause as you took the interior of the bookstore in. The air in the bookstore was… strange, to put it in simple words.

No, you mulled over the word in your head. Not quite strange.

Old.

Yes, that was the right word. Inside, it felt as if you had taken a step back in time. Dusty bookshelves filled the floor in neat rows, crammed neatly with books of different shapes and sizes. The bookshelves themselves seemed to be specially made as well- carved decorations standing out neatly, intricate and mesmerizing. The walls lined with bookshelves, the sole exception being the counter. Looking down, the floor was spotlessly clean, the shine of wax evident- and, looking up, there was nothing on the ceiling save for the sole, hanging light lamp.

That wasn’t even beginning to describe how the bookstore was to your other senses- the smell of old parchment mixing with what had to be an incense- nothing but the sound of rain outside and the quiet inside, broken occasionally by the drips of rain falling from your wet figure.

But for some reason, it was how the bookstore simply felt that had you enthralled.

It was hard to describe, but there was something in the air, something that you knew was something so rare- so wonderful, so… magical.

Magical. Yes, that was it. The bookstore seemed magical.

You took a step forward, curious to explore. Each bookshelf was filled with books, yes, but… as you examined them, you were surprised to find that not a single one had a title. All of them leather-bound books, yet not a single one with an engraved title, or an author, or anything to tell them apart from each other, save for the fancy decorations you could see on some. The hints of a ribbon here, and there, yet overall each book seemed to be about the same.

You walked around the bookshelves, curious. Did all the books in the bookshop have blank covers?

As your eyes fell upon the bookshelf nearest to the windows, you tilted your head. Familiar titles of the Grimm Brothers and many other classical authors were on each book- you let your fingers trail over them, a sense of wonder in you at how authentic each book seemed to be, as if they were collected at the time of original publication- the first edition, so to say.

Still, then, what about the other books? You walked back to the original bookshelf you had been looking in, more curious than ever now. Still blank.

Weird, you thought. What kind of bookstore did you step in? Fingers fell unto a single book, and you were just about to tug it off the bookshelf, when-

“You are, then, here for a book?”

You halted, eyes wide as you looked to the side- the woman from before smiling at you.

… When did she arrive? More than that, when had she left? Why didn’t you notice both occurrences? The floor was waxed- it should have been impossible to walk without making a sound. Yet both times she so easily did it that you were very much confused.

“That,” you paused, feeling your face redden slightly as you tried to come up with a response, aware of how long it was taking you to answer. You coughed. “Yes, I am. Um, I mean, I’m looking for something new to read.”

A thought appeared in your head. “That said, uh, what kind of books are these? If- if you don’t mind me asking,” you mumbled. “I mean- the other books were fairy tales, weren’t they? B-But, um, these don’t seem to have any indications of what books they are…“

“Why, they’re fairy tales too, of course,” she beamed at you, before sighing. “Although not many people read them anymore. It’s a shame… perhaps things like knights, magic, and fae aren’t that interesting anymore. Instead they have robots and disasters and whatever young people seem to be reading these days.”

“That’s not true!” You burst out, a part of you immediately upset, before your nerves kicked in and you amended your words. “I mean- I’m proof that that isn’t true, right? I… can’t deny that, um, robots, and uh disasters, all that- they’re appealing to a lot because it’s easier to relate with them. Considering our society now,” you relented.

“B-But,“ you hastily continued. "That doesn’t mean people have abandoned fairy tales. And, um, I think everyone could do with a reminder of old stories now and then, don’t you? Tales about simpler, purer things.”

“Like curses and magic?”

You flushed, pouting. “W-Well, at least they’re easier to understand than human feelings. I mean, I don’t think anyone can tell exactly what they’re feeling at any moment, even if they spend a lifetime studying themselves, right? So, I mean- in comparison, I’d prefer word games and riddles. At least they can be logical,” you fiddled with the hems of your shirt as your rant began to die down. “In a way.”

“… Yes, yes, that’s true.” You glanced at her, unsure if she was simply saying them or if she meant it- but the sudden glee in her voice was not hard to miss, and you rethought your words, unsure if her glee was good or bad for you.

While you fidgeted in place, she began to speak again. “You seem to be familiar with the books by the window?”

“Um- yes,“ you admitted. “I’ve read many of them, or, uh, at least a version of them.”

You shyly added. “Fairy tales are one of my favorites, though I guess that was, um, easy to see from earlier. Honestly… it’s up to the point that I often wish the world was a bit more like fairytale. Or that I lived in one. That would be much more preferable to my life right now.”

The last part of your words was said wryly.

She gave no outward reaction to your words- yet when you looked at her, you were surprised to see her look at you in awe, as if she’d found a rare treasure. Then there was the determined tone in her voice that made you nervous, for some reason. “Yes… this world just isn’t quite right, isn’t it? If you’re looking for a new fairytale to read… yes, if it’s you, I think you’ll appreciate this one just fine... if it’s you, you’ll succeed- you’ll finish the story properly.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, as she suddenly left. “What do you-!”

And then came back seconds later, a book clutched in her hand. “For you,“ she told you with a satisfied look on her face- you warily accepted the book.

Looking down, it seemed to be the same as all the other books in the shelves- leather-bound with a glossy finish, the cover blank save for a light engraving on the side that resembled- flowers?

You barely resisted the urge to bring the book closer to your face, feeling the smooth texture and the smell of old parchment. Just what exactly had you been given? “It’s…”

“A book about a fairy tale,” she finished for you, the smile remaining on her face.

“There’s no- um, there’s no title on the cover,“ you pointed out, feeling a little bewildered at the sudden turn of events. Was this something that she did often? Did you even do something to warrant the book? If the cover was blank… “How old is this book?

It seemed, though, that you wouldn’t be getting any answer to your question- her vague answer only gave you more questions. "There’s no title on the cover because it’s the only one out there of its kind, of course,” she chided you as if you should have known better, but all you could do was look at her in apparent confusion. “And as for how old it is, just know that it’s older than you can imagine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “W-Wait, just one? What does that mean?”

“It’s a special kind of fairy tale,” she said slowly, an impatient frown on her face- you bit back the frustration building inside you at her sudden switch of moods. “It’s one of a kind. Magical- you’ll be so immersed in the story, you might even forget about this world. Really, you won’t find any book like this out there!”

At her insistent stare, you reluctantly held the book under your jacket, careful not to let it get wet or damaged. “Okay…”

A glance at the windows revealed that the rain had stopped long ago- really, you should have been in bed by now. You had to admit you were nervous. For once since stepping in, you were all too aware again at the oddness of your situation. You clutched your clothes tighter- dry. A step back- you glanced at the woman who seemed content to see you go.

It was only when you were a step out of the door that she spoke to you again.

“Wait! Don’t open it until you’re about to sleep, or you won’t be able to experience the story properly,“ she firmly instructed you, her voice making you wince.

“O-Okay…” You paused, awaiting for any signal from her that she was going to continue talking, before you resumed. “Um, I should be going now.”

“Alright,” she beamed at you- the whiplash making you even more uneasy. “I hope you enjoy that book!”

It was only when you arrived back at your apartment that you realized the towel had disappeared, and your clothes were dry- your hair neat, make up removed- as if you had never even stepped out in the rain. All that remained that assured you the bookstore was real was the blank package you held in your arms.

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“One of a kind, huh…”

That night, as you laid in bed you found yourself examining the book given to you by the bookshop owner- still mystified by the whole thing. You let your fingers trail along the sides of the book. A part of you was admittedly curious about the book, so held in high view by the shopkeeper.

But.

“Blank,” you murmured, looking down at the pages below when you opened it. Not a single drop of ink anywhere, nor the pressure of a pen or any machinery. The pages themselves were barely yellow, yet all the same there was the faint smell coming off from it that indicated it was antique. You flipped through the ages, confused. However the remaining pages proved to be like the first- and until the very end, the pages were all empty.

“Figures,” you exhaled, feeling oddly disappointed as you closed the book. “The one time I hope, and this happens.“

You stopped in surprise as you felt something on the back. What…

Looking down, you felt bemused. Engraved on the back cover were seven… men. No, not entirely human- you traced pointed ears on one of them, and the faint outline of a bow- another had scales and a tail, while the rest…

Well. You paused. Was there any point in figuring that out? It wouldn’t change that the book was blank. Tomorrow you’d return it, you told yourself. No need to keep what was basically a journal, no matter how pretty it was.

For a moment as you set the book down you remembered the shop keeper’s words, and you chuckled to yourself.

“Make a wish…?” You huffed, chuckling afterwards. “Make my own story, hm?”

“I wish…” You started, your voice a whisper as you stared at the book. “I wish, for once, that I’m able to be someone important… needed. To experience loving someone and being loved for real…”

“For once I want to feel what it’s like to be like a main character in a story…”

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Loud.

When you woke up, it was to the sound of birds chirping ringing in your ear. Which, you faintly thought as you stirred into consciousness, was actually kind of ringing in your head. And annoying. Why would people think it nice to wake up to the sound of nature? Everything- everything was just so loud. Even the grass you were laying on wasn’t in any way comparable to your bed.

Wait.

Why were you laying on grass…?

You opened one eye and hissed. Too fucking bright. Bringing up a hand to intercept the light, you allowed yourself a few moments to adjust to your surroundings.

You fell asleep on your bed. You had, hadn’t you? But- your eyes were squinted even as you slowly opened them- you weren’t in your apartment anymore. Nor were you anywhere near your city- you would have remembered seeing these-

You paused, taking in the appearance of the strange trees. You’d never seen it before in your life, which, what the hell? Where the hell were you then?

You… should have been feeling panicked. You should have, shouldn’t you? Here you were in an absolutely unknown and strange place. Anyone would panic.

But your head felt stuffed instead, as though there was a fog inside and you were straining to see through it.

You shakily got up on your knees, noting distantly that you were still dressed in what you’d originally slept in- a a huge t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Your slippers were also on your feet- that was good, right? Not the fact that you weren’t dressed for the outdoors, but the fact that you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes by- whoever had brought you where the hell you were.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked over to a nearby pond. When you looked over- you felt a steady sort of relief as you realized it was still you in all your… glory-ish. Nothing had changed, or was changed about you. But that didn’t answer the question- where the hell were you, and how had you gotten here? Nothing was out of place with you, and you couldn’t remember anything…

You turned around and nearly fell back into the water as you met the eyes of- something.

Something, because your mind had to have been playing tricks on you. There was no way you were seeing a small- human. Ish? Human-ish? With a pair of- what kind of wings were those? They couldn’t have been butterfly wings, and they were too little for any other type. Actually, the initial thought probably should have been why there were little wings attached to tiny humans. Wait. But they had pointed ears. They couldn’t have been human, could they?

“Wha…”

You couldn’t help just staring at it, confused. Thankfully enough though, the small creature also seemed to be quite confused as well, looking back at you with a tilted gaze. You hesitated, then slowly stepped back- and then you let out a cry of pain.

What seemed to be adorable as much as confusing it was before turned to now be a fucking menace and a terror in one as, with a raise of its arms, the soft grass from before shot up and pulled you harshly to the ground. You let out a wheeze as one of the grass vines wrapped itself around your waist, another around your arms- its hold on you firm, then squeezing tighter and tighter.

No no no no no, you had to get up- you could feel the rocks digging into your back, a light, malicious giggling coming off from the creature from before, and, more than a feeling, knew that if you didn’t do anything then, you were dead. You weren’t- you weren’t dreaming, a part of you knew that from the start, but this only reinforced it- you would actually die.

Fuck this shit, you thought, and with a fierce, concentrated kick with your legs, you hastily pulled yourself from the grass ropes, your heart beating in your chest as you frantically began running away from whatever you encountered. You didn’t know which direction you were running off to, and you didn’t care- your main priority being to set distance between the two of you. It proved to be right, as you could hear the slither of grass as it furiously nipped at your heels, trying to cage you in- shrieks and maniacal giggles echoing behind you.

What the fuck, you chanted in your head. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

You almost screamed as you tripped, although you were able to recover your bearings just as quick. The world around you seemed to blur, the only action your body had to run, when you saw- him. A young man sitting on a horse, riding towards you. A part of you noticed his strange clothes- the way his hair framed his face in locks that made him more handsome than anyone you’d ever known, the plump lips and angled nose- but the main part of you was focused on having someone possible save you. You screamed.

“Help!”

“Grab my hand!” He yelled, the horse immediately stopping in its tracks with a cloud of dust rising behind it. You didn’t hesitate, taking his offered hand. It only took a second for you to be smoothly swung onto the horse’s back, and with a sharp move of his legs the horse turned around, galloping fast away.

But not fast enough. You stared in horror and fear as the grass seemed to move even faster, as though the creature was a snake instead of whatever it had been. Even the trees seemed to come alive, branches shaking slightly in a deliberate manner. You turned around to warn your companion, when he muttered something that barely registered in your ears.

“Of all the places to appear…”

“I think it’s still following us!” You cried out, letting out a sharp squeak as you ducked, one blade of grass almost wrapping itself around your neck.

Your companion let out a sharp scoff. “Well, what do you expect, you’re a practically a chasm of magic.”

Your eyes widened. “Magic? What do you- ah!” You screamed again as you faced another near miss. As the horse jumped over a tree root, you instinctively held on to him, your fingers finding purchase in his shirt before you turned to face him with a bewildered gaze. “What do you mean by that, magic isn’t- your ears!?”

You gaped at the pointed cartilages, unsure what to say. The disbelief in your companion’s voice however, was palpable. “Did you just realize you were talking to an elf?”

“You’re an elf!?”

“Of course I am!” He hissed out, before groaning. “I can’t believe it- the only hope we have, and she turns out to be useless.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m useless, as much as I don’t fucking know what’s going on,“ you shot back, annoyed and frustrated. “Well, not much other than that we’re getting chased by fucking murderous fairies.”

“Pixies.”

“What?”

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the irritation thick in his voice. “Look at their color and size- that’s a fae born from corrupted magic. Meaning, it’s a pixie, not a fairy.”

This time it was your turn to be in disbelief. “Oh god, you’re actually serious.”

“If anything, you’re the one being utterly ridiculous right now,” he muttered, before sharply yelling, “Duck!”

You reflexively obeyed, narrowly avoiding a- was that a tree branch!?

“Isn’t there anything you can do to stop them!?” You screamed, even more terrified now than before.

However this time it seemed that your companion was focused on your escape, or rather to ignore you- you weren’t sure. You shivered, your hold on his shirt tightening even more as a sharp wave of faint panic rose up in you.

“Oh god, I’m going to die and it’s going to be by pixies, of all things, in a dream I don’t even know about,“ you whimpered.

You squeaked as you felt a change in your surroundings- looking around in surprise as you realized the grassy plains were making way for dirt roads and stone pavements. When you looked to the side, you were no more terrified than to see people milling around, faces set into fear or confusion.

“We’re approaching the city!?”

The horse stopped quite smoothly, despite the tremble in its body- you almost fell off as your companion descended, though he pulled you off and behind him afterwards.

You trembled. What else were you supposed to do? You didn’t even- nothing had been making sense for you since you woke up. A part of you wanted to ask him what the hell he was thinking, stopping, when the- pixie arrived.

“There’s nowhere to run- oh god,” you choked out, freezing as you heard it’s giggling.

“I don’t think a god will help us now,“ he muttered, plump lips twisting into a scowl. “Stay there if you want to live.”

The giggling grew louder- you flinched as you felt something manifest in the air, before you noticed them- long, tendrils of vine from the forest, creeping up into shapes behind the pixie. You stared at it in horror- only to gape as your companion pulled out the bow he was carrying, drawing it back and shooting arrows- some at the vines, but mostly for the pixie it seemed.

A vine coming for you overhead quickly found itself pierced apart, and the others dealt with in a similar manner- even as you stood there, initially frozen in fear, you eventually began to look around, hoping for a solution to stop the- the pixie.

But, the thought trailed in your mind. What were you supposed to do? You didn’t even know a single thing waking up here- you still didn’t understand what was going on.

But then you heard the heavy thump of something getting hit- and the accompanying cry of pain from him, even if it was quickly muffled-

You looked back at him, noticing the vines slowly overpowering him as he became slower and more sluggish, one in particular aiming for his unprotected back-

You ran forward without thinking. He’s going to die, you thought- you had to do something.

“Stop!” You cried out, desperate- please, you thought. Anything, just to stop it. As your hand touched- something, something that you couldn’t figure out, just something, you felt it. Something hot and heavy, something tainted and dark flowing into your hands, before a fierce warmth came from you, overpowering it, and you opened your eyes-

A flash of light- an overwhelming, searing light- covered you, blocking all other senses and leaving you feeling as though you were floating on air- and then, silence.

When you opened your eyes, it was to the shocked expressions of not only the populace, but the minute widening of your companion’s eyes. You froze, confused and dazed.

What had just happened…?

“You…”

When you glanced down, you saw a crater leading away on the ground- and at the end of it, the faint shimmer of wings, though not badly mangled. The pixie. Too little to fully see, but a part of you just knew they would not be getting up again, for a long time at least.

… Had you… done that…?

When you slowly looked around once more, it was to the chatter, the excited voices, the rising fervent pitch of the crowd. Faintly you felt your hands touch your heart- beating loud and fast, almost too much- everything was too much-

“The Savior has arrived! Praise be the gods!”

The cheering broke out- and your consciousness fell away.

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theatregaymer · 4 years ago

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Halloween Help - Code Geass tickle story

This is a short story I wrote a few years back. Suzaku gets volunteered as a stand in for an “experiment” in Ashford Academy’s haunted house exhibit. It’s a cute lil thing, hope you enjoy it!

“But why does it need to be me?” Suzaku protested, his body pale with powder used to make him look deceased. "Because Suzaku! We need someone to be a body, and the rest of us will be far too busy with managing operations. This event needs to go well and…heh well you do have a great body.“ The brunet flushed, hardly visible under the makeup as he was urged to keep walking torward his new home for the next few hours. They were opening the haunted house soon and the mad scientist lab was part of the tour they had set up. As Suzaku laid down and the top portion was sealed, his legs were belted down to the table as he was informed to remain as lifeless as possible.

This started off pretty simple. Students would roll through the Ashford Studen Council bottom floor, now set up as a haunted mansion, they would go through a hallway and out into the lab. Most of the time it was students simply gasping or screaming at the sight of a body being experimented on, but eventually some of them got a bit more curious. Now for his own ears sake, Suzaku had placed earbuds in beforehand, thus he was unable to hear the questions being asked.

"Oh my god is that a real body!?” The scientist laughed, clapping his hands together. "You bet it is! I’ve even left his nervous system intact! Bwahahaa!“ He laughed as he did what only seemed funny at the time to spook the girls, he reached down and wiggled his fingers against Suzaku’s bare left foot. Instantly the boy spasmed, having to focus not to move his upper body too much as his toes curled and his leg jerked. What the hell? He didn’t sign on to be tickled! hit there it was again, this time it was one of the girls reaching over to curiously run a finger up his right sole. This time, because of her angle his toes fanned out, causing the girl to giggle and tickle those too. Suzaku managed to hold it in however, a goofy smile appearing on his face.

This was thankfully the only incident of it’s kind for now. During his bathroom break he chose not to mention it, figuring it was a one time deal. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Those girls seemed rather chatty, and soon enough as he went back into the case and things got going again. The very first people came in, and rather than scream they immediately asked him to show them the body. "Haha curious scientists aren’t you? Behold!” He said, this time loud enough Suzaku could hear it. Before he had time to protest however, the scientist didn’t hold back this time. He wriggled fingers along both feet, causing the brunet to wiggle his toes as he held in his laughter. "Oh my god that’s so cuute!“ Suzaku cursed his rotten luck, one of the headphones had fallen out of his ear and now he recognized one of the voices from the group. "K-kallen?” He whispered, suddenly feeling very exposed.

He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him at all, or guess that he was inside the device. He was normally part of the crew, helping direct things, but he was absent because the person originally supposed to do this was sick. Unfortunately for him, Kallen indeed did notice. And despite her frail facade, she already was hatching a plan. Sure Suzaku was a goody two shoes, annoying, sort of a jerk on occasion…but he was maybe cute…not her type…but cute. Either way she came up with a plan, getting Milly’s attention she managed to secretly have most of the traffic diverted from the lab area…relieving the scientist so he could go enjoy the rest of the Halloween festival. Now it was just her and Suzaku, the latter still strapped in for the ride.

“Um hello? anyone there?” Suzaku hadn’t heard anyone come by in a while, it was hard to hear over all the noises of screams and the spooky music and sound effects set up by Lelouch. This let Kallen approach easilly enough. Just as Suzaku was really getting worried, he felt some slightly manicured nails skittering over his left sole. This time he couldn’t help but make a small noise, “Eehehp! MMPH!” He quickly silenced imself, his worst fear from earlier coming to life. The cover he was under shifted, but damn it was heavy. He’d been covered by a sort of wooden shape of a human body, then covered by heavy sheets doused in fake blood. This of course, combined with the ankle and waist restraints, kept him from debating much when Kallen began scratching at both his arches. And that was the last straw.

Muffled though it was, Suzaku’s laughter began to rise up from under the sheets. "AHahah AHAH N-NOhoh stahahap!“ His legs tugged in vain, toes curling and uncurling as the redhead made easy pickings of his sensitive soles. Suzaku’s cackling kept going as Kallen found herself enjoying his torment. Speaking as strangely as she could, she hoped to disguise her voice. "Happy Halloweeen, Hahaha here’s your trick!” Her fingers tickled up and down his soles, driving him mad as he tried bouncing around under the extra weight. "AHaha staha shhaha no nohoh plehease not THEHEHRE!“ Kallen’s fingers were riggling inbetween his toes, sawing back and forth as the poor knight inside was giving up hope of mercy.

Then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped, the footsteps dashing away as new ones came in it’s place. Suzaku was catching his breath, feet still tingling as he awaited either rescue, or further torture. "Suzaku? Why are you still here I thought it was shutting down? that’s what Milly said anyways.” The brunet was elated, his best friend arriving to save him “Lelouch!? Oh thank god…Lelouch someone was torturing me!” The brunet complained, feeling more weight being shifted off his top, the box slowly being taken apart by his dexterous friend.

"They were what!? What did they do Suzaku? Who hurt you?“ Lelouch was protective of few things, but most of all were the people he cared about. "It was a bit embarrassing…actually. they um…tickled me.” Memories of their youth together flooded Lelouch’s mind as he chuckled. "What? You’re still ticklish Suzaku?“ The brunet flushed once more, sweat having caused some of his makeup to come off. "Like you’re one to talk, still as sensitive as ever.” He reached out and poked Lelouch in the side, not realizing that revenge was Lelouch’s specialty.

“Lelouch what are you…oh come on no…no no don’t DODOHOHHOHAHA STAHA AHAHA!” Suzaku was free to laugh aloud, his best friend cutting loose on his ticklish feet just as his mystery assailant had. Still, while they had the time, he was happy to build memories like this one. Happy Halloween indeed.

#sfw #tickling #code geass #suzaku kururugi #Halloween theme

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